Fantasy That Time the Demon Lord Killed our Party Leader: Ic

[Dawnsx]

Nelumba

If Nel’s life was turned into an autobiography, chapter one would, of course, detail her road to becoming the Champion of kindness, love, and life! Chapter two would be all about her travels as Shiva’s hero and end on the incredible cliffhanger of Arlux and Tiryan’s clash! Chapter three would begin with the heroes’ escape from captivity and close with their harrowing escape from Jorvik!

It’d be the bestselling book all over the world, famed for its exciting twists and turns! Tears would stain the pages at Nel’s heartfelt tributes to her fallen comrades, and smiles would grace the readers’ faces at the heartwarming accounts of her interactions with her friends!

Too bad Nel could barely write to save her life. Her literary masterpiece, doomed before it could even take form.

This is so sad. Carmen, play—

“Ooh, we’re here!” Nel exclaimed as stark white buildings came into view on the horizon.

Closer to the dock, Nel couldn’t help but flutter up into the air and wave at the crowd down below. Oooh, the perks of being a hero! Finally, the love and respect that a Champion deserves!

”I hope you’re not flashing them,” Shiva warned in the back of her head.

”Of course not, silly! I’m wearing leggings!” Nel giggled, twirling in the air for her adoring fans.

Once the ship was docked, Nel waved goodbye to the dispersing crowd and stayed out of the way of the medics. She’d been a little sad on the way here, what with so many injured and the dead bodies of numerous soldiers laying around. But boy, the warm welcome did wonders to lift her spirits!

She'd already shed enough tears for the fallen. Now she could send them off with a big smile!

 

[Bloody_Death]

KAI NAKAYAMA

Is this what it felt like to sleep like the dead? After glancing around he laid back down. Staring blankly at the sky as meteors began flying down from above. His eyes were only half open as he stared. Everything felt so numb. He was so out of shape. He could last much longer all those months ago. He had to start properly training again to regain the strength he lost over the months when he rotted away in a nasty cell.

He seemed to be drawn out of his sleepy dazy when he was approached. Smiling softly at Chrome who greeted him. Only giving a wave as a greeting. That smile was quick to drop when the mood turned serious. He gave a small scowl when Chrome mentioned the beast. "Let's talk more once we arrive, Chrome." He finally spoke. Patting his leg encouragingly before watching him make conversation with the king. He let his eyes drift close for a moment. He'd collect himself and then use the last bits of his mana to help those with more fatal and serious injuries. But then Enthy was the next to speak to him. Tilting his head at her question for a moment before quickly nodding. "Oh yes. I'm not sure what it was or where it came from, but I think Morgana had dropped it." He reached into his pockets and pulled out the gem. Handing it off to the dragon. "There's no need to return it if it happens to be something important or dangerous. If you feel that it's better in your hands or someone else's you're free to keep it or hand it off to someone else." He reassured before letting his eyes drift close once again.

The trip to the isles was one big blur to Kai. He'd sleep for a bit to recover mana and then immediately use that mana to heal those with serious injuries. His body was on auto-pilot at that point. Healing them enough to ensure their survival. He wished he could have saved them all. He really did. But it simply couldn't be done. Not in his current state. There were simply too many people injured. Ugh! He felt like such a failure...this was his job and he couldn't even do it properly!! Everything after his healing was left to those who knew to care for them or saved for when they arrived and could be cared for by proper medics. This went on for about the entire trip. He felt like a zombie that was barely living. Better not get too close to Nel while he's in this state. So much for getting rest.

And then they arrived. The loud cheers and crowd were not helping the pounding in his head. But he'd tough through it. Keeping a smile on his face to hide his exhaustion as they got off the ship. But part of him was happy. Even if staying to fight Morgana didn't seem to be the initial plan, he was glad they were able to stay and help Jorvik the best they could. Even if the capital was destroyed in the process. At least they were able to help minimize the deaths that might have happened. Even if everyone could not be saved.

"Kai you look like you're about to actually die. You should have at least rested a little bit on the ship..." Wanga pointed out with a sigh. There was no stopping Kai when he got like that.

"Thank you, Wanga. I plan to rest as soon as I can." He didn't have the energy to bicker with the god, he just wanted to crash somewhere. Preferably in a bed and not while he was walking. But it could easily swing either way.

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[Beann]

Suzuki Kaida

Leaning over the ship’s rails, Kaida overlooked the academy among others onboard as they made their slow descent. The sea breeze felt lovely as it blew her hair over her shoulders and ruffled her tails. It was hard to believe that their group would be granted any downtime considering the chaotic events that transpired in Jorvik but the joyful crowd that came to greet them convinced her otherwise.

Her smile faltered slightly as Ragnir’s voice ripped through the crowd, quickly squashing the excitement and joy they brought by ushering the injured off the ship first. So much for the welcome party. Her tails furled and unfurled almost impatiently as she waited for the last of the injured to be helped off the boat before disembarking herself. She had no problem traveling by boat but the steady ground was always preferred.

Kaida looked around for a moment, scanning the area for any staggering fans who would be happy to greet her (and offer her mana). However, her eyes rested on Kai who displayed a tired smile to the rest. Their voyage was anything but relaxing, especially for Kai.

“You look like you could use some soup and a good nap.” Kaida sauntered up to her dear friend, her tails wrapping around him to support his weight as they walked side by side.

Bloody_Death

 

[Zariel]

In the esoteric expanse of The Isles, where magic and mystery intertwined, there stood a marvel of architectural brilliance: the great library known as the Astral Archive. Carved meticulously from the purest marble, its towering pillars and grand arches whispered of ancient wisdom. The shelves, adorned with tomes bound in arcane symbols and enchanting scripts, cradled the collective knowledge of the entire world. It was within the hallowed walls of this magnificent repository that Azaera embarked on a quest that would weave her fate.

The she-dragon, draped in a cloak of the deepest obsidian that cascaded along the marbled floor in an almost serpentine dance, moved with purpose through the library's vast halls. Her presence was accompanied by an air of mystery, her eyes obscured beneath the hood, leaving only glimpses of otherworldly scales as they shimmered beneath the dark fabric. The Astral Archive hummed with ancient knowledge, and Azaera sought something elusive—a thread, a whisper, a clue that might illuminate the path she now treads.

The shelves, reaching toward the celestial ceiling, held secrets dating back to the earliest ages of magic. Tomes of forgotten realms, dusty grimoires containing spells thought lost to time, and manuscripts scribed by the hands of sorcerers long gone—this was the home of all knowledge, including the secrets of the arcane that danced like silken threads through the stars.

As Azaera traversed the magnificent halls, the warm glow of candlelight bathed her in a delicate radiance, casting shadows that clung to her silhouette. Each step echoed in harmony with the whispered secrets held within the library's sacred walls. She paused before ancient texts, tracing her fingers along the spines, searching for clues that might unravel the enigma laid before her.

The Astral Archive, with its imposing architecture, held many answers, revealing glimpses of ancient prophecies and tales of legendary artefacts. It was a labyrinth of knowledge, a maze where every turn held the potential for revelation. Yet, nothing thus far appeared to be of much use.

It was several months ago when a telepathic resonance, a haunting whisper carried on unseen winds, reached the ears of Azaera. The voice belonged to Aliza, a powerful mage who once rescued the dragoness from the clutches of evil.

The telepathic communion was brief, leaving Azaera with more questions than answers, but one message echoed clearly in the recesses of her mind – Come find me. Without hesitation, Azaera embraced the call, driven by an innate loyalty and the unmistakable allure of curiosity.

Azaera, drawing her first hint from Aliza's cryptic guidance, embraced her serpent-like dragon form, sleek black scales shimmering like twilight, and swam along the northern coasts of Pyla and Zheng Fa. Her journey through the waves held a resonance with the aeons-old tales of sea serpents navigating the mystical currents of the deep oceans. In time, Azaera found herself standing on the shores of a realm where the boundaries between magic and reality blurred. The Isles, the first stop in Aliza's quest for a legendary weapon known as the Sword of Altair, loomed before her. A haven for sorcerers and wielders of arcane prowess from across the known world, it held secrets as ancient as the fabric of creation itself.

The land welcomed her with a symphony of arcane energies, where the air itself seemed to hum with forgotten incantations. Since her arrival, Azaera had become a silent hunter of clues, a seeker traversing the Isles' winding paths, mystical groves, and ancient ruins. Her gaze, as keen as the ancient dragons of lore, scanned the horizon for any trace of Aliza or the so-called Sword of Altair.

The pursuit led her, with a serpentine grace, to the heart of the Isles, the capital of knowledge itself. Here, the whispers of forgotten tomes and the rustle of ancient scrolls resonated in the air. Azaera, shrouded in her dark cloak, moved through the towering shelves, each step a careful dance in the pursuit of answers.

The students within the library, engrossed in their studies, paused momentarily as her scaled tail peeked from beneath the cloak, a sight that prompted hushed murmurs and curious glances, creating a subtle undercurrent of intrigue within the scholarly atmosphere.

"Psst, look there."

"Is that a tail?"

"Are those... scales?"

"What is she, some kind of lizardfolk?"

"Stop staring, you're making it obvious."

Azaera paid them no heed, her focus unwavering as she continued her quest within the hallowed halls of knowledge.

Hours turned into days as Azaera scoured the library's vast collection, her hands caressing the spines of countless books. The Sword of Altair remained elusive, hidden amidst the labyrinth of wisdom that the library held. Yet, with each passing moment, Azaera could feel the threads of fate weaving tighter, drawing her closer to the answers she sought. Frustration flickered in the depths of Azaera's eyes, yet she pressed on, determined.

Once more, she reached for yet another volume, her claws gently grazing the spine as she scrutinized its contents. Pages turned under her touch, revealing symbols and ancient scripts, but none held the sought-after clue. The air within the library vibrated with the weight of countless secrets, yet the answers Azaera desired remained elusive.

A sudden burst of loud music shattered the silence.

The booming notes spilt into the library, an unexpected intrusion into the space of profound quietude. Azaera, momentarily torn from her studies, turned toward the source of the disturbance, her gaze drawn to a large stone-arched window that framed the outside world. Walking gracefully toward it, she peered outside to identify the source of the commotion.

"What's going on?" she mused.

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"Old friends..." sighed the disappointed voice inside her head.

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AZAERA​

 

[Dovinique]

Dong Mei

Mei wasn’t happy. Period.

When she received the order that she was to remain in Zheng Fa while the rest of the group marched off to join Arlux in the final battle, her reaction was immediate—a quick tantrum that revealed her inner childishness. The idea of not knowing what was unfolding on the battlefield left her feeling deeply uneasy. Vivid images of chaos and carnage flooded her mind–people dying, flames devouring the landscape, and the piercing cries of those in need echoing in the distance. The thought of being unable to lend a hand in the face of such devastation drove her to the brink of despair. She didn’t want to lose people she held dear without being able to do anything about it anymore… In just a few short months since joining the band, she had formed a bond so strong that she felt indescribably attached to them.

Mei actually understood the urgency of her role, recognizing the pivotal difference her presence could make in saving innocents. Despite this, a deep-seated preference tugged at her heart, urging her to join the others. The frown that marked her face failed to convey the depth of her desire to accompany them as she bid the group a heartfelt farewell. As their figures slowly dissipated into the distance, hope and prayers trailing behind, Mei's thoughts turned inward.

Will they be okay... will he... be okay?

Since their departure, Mei counted the days that stretched endlessly until the crushing news arrived, plunging into her heart like a dagger.

Arlux had fallen…

The weight of grief pressed down on her chest, making every breath a struggle. The radiant hope that always reflected in Arlux's smile shattered, scattering into the abyss the moment her heart lost its rhythm. Alongside her tragic demise, a legion of comrades fell with some lingering in captivity, ensnared in Tiryan’s cruel grasp. The aftermath of Tiryan’s triumph forced Mei into the shadows, wandering from one place to the next, a ghost escaping Tiryan’s pursuit. Mei was determined to evade the fate that had befallen her comrades, ensuring she stayed alive to save the remaining ones. Driven by a fierce resolve, Mei had already set her sights on a direct assault to liberate her imprisoned comrades, until Han Xiangzi's intervention stopped her from causing another scene. He gently steered her toward The Isles, advising her to wait patiently.

In The Isles, Mei spent her days eating local cuisine honing her skills, especially in the art of controlling the vestiges. Despite the appearance of contentment and peace, her mind incessantly dwelled on those imprisoned, their faces were a constant presence in her thoughts. Every night, her prayers rose like incense, a plea to the Gods to save their heroes. The long wait came to an end with a grand music, shattering the tranquility of the peaceful morning as it signaled the arrival of a majestic vessel at Leona Academy's dock. The once resplendent ship, now weathered by the trials of war, commanded the attention of all who beheld it, igniting a frenzy of anticipation as news spread of the heroes' imminent return.

Unable to contain her excitement, Mei rushed to the dock, each step represented the countless days she had awaited for this very moment. As she pushed through the masses, Mei's eyes darted around, scanning the faces that disembarked, both familiar and unfamiliar ones. She counted silently, naming each person to ensure she didn't miss a single soul. Her heart still filled with the hope that Arlux would step off the ship, her familiar wave and infectious smile in tow, perhaps bearing the marks of battle but alive nonetheless. Yet, as the last person descended, Arlux remained a memory, along with several others who were absent–Tatag… Mahina… Reverie… Konuwa... and a long list of names that could effortlessly stretch to the sky.

Her gaze then alighted upon another figure, one for whom she had offered fervent prayers, different from others, relieved to see him safe and unharmed. But there was no time for lingering relief as urgency gripped her heart. With a fluid motion, Mei drew Ming Yun from her waist, raising the jade flute to her lips. Her eyes closed, memories of lost faces flooding her mind as she unleashed a haunting melody, each note a lament for the fallen. The wind responded to her sorrow, swirling around her until it coalesced into a magnificent creature. Escha, the majestic griffon, materialized with a regal grace, looking around before moving towards the wounded. In perfect harmony with the tune, Escha followed the flute's commands, aiding the medics in transporting the injured. With each beat of its wings, it bridged the gap between the wounded and safety.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

Tiberius stood. Atop the quarterdeck, hard legs on harder wood, azure eyes looking to the feathered fluke. Carmen, the whimsical music mage, had been conducting maestoso works of song throughout their journey from Hofn. The gladiator crossed his arms. Shut his eyes tight. The salty sea breeze sang in tune with Carmen's songs, letting the sonorous wind snatch at the sleeves and legs of his leather-clad body. The helm of the "Shifter" gently swaying against his hip. The focus of Tiberius' attention melded and melted seamlessly away in the soft darkness of his mind. The ache in his bones, the pain in his muscles, the wound in his soul thaw then ooze from his pores. Letting the impenetrable dark, depths of the sea beneath unburden him. The white, frothy seawater clashed together in mighty plumes as the ship sailed smoothly over it all, the vessel vibrating softly as its wing-decorated limbs accounted for disturbances in the atmosphere. Gliding with only the barest consideration given to updrafts, downdrafts, or eddies as they came and went. He breathed in the moment, letting the sanctity of its purity wash over him. In truth, it reminded him of the quieter times. The times when the night would obscure the sky, the moon casting a pale light on their cramped sleeping cells as he ruminated on the teachings of his trainer; hearing the cautions given, the advice traded, and the lessons brutally learned.

These were the only times where he did not feel the strangeness that accompanied him whenever he reminisced of the past's twisting roads, hemming them by their craggy walls to the present. He shifted, clenching and unclenching his hands, rotating his shoulders. Easing off a new tension that built in his body, one brought about by haughty, black cloud of the future that hung above each of their hands; the worries reaching out from beyond the pale. Since his first day — and he regarded little else before his divinely-affected escape — he had felt hounded by the prospects yet to be, dogged like a deer through the forest by hungry, blood-starved wolves. In private, he would confide to a carefully selected few. Still he could not hear it now. Not here, not so close to serenity. Just as his worries flared, the gladiator's worry drained from him, and as always the same part of his mind, untroubled by burdens of reality, recognized the subtle, sublime influence of the Goddess of Darkness, Qin.

Tiberius breathed, silently thanking her for the banishment of his troubles. He opened his eyes, leaning over the back of the ship, observing the scudding clouds above and the thrashing waves below. He spun on the spot, walking past the conductor, giving only a single nod as he strode down the steps onto the deck. He inclined his head slightly, looking upon the massive arboreal masts beside him. Twin great trees, sprouting from the deck planks themselves, coiling their lengthy branches around a stretched oval receptacle of thick, fogged glass. He sketched a signal to Carmen, then moved to the starboard side, placing one foot on the taffrail. His chest expanded, clearing his throat as he breathed out.

There once was a ship from the ILA,
The Ellie FSA,
She'd cross the skies with caged storms,
Go me bullyboys, go-ha!

Soon did she come,
To save our souls and take us home,
One day, when the flyin' is done,
We'll take our leave and rest!

Many years she served her tour,
Many sites seen and more,
The captain called "tally-ho" and swore,
He'd take those heroes in tow - ha!

Tiberius swung, gesturing at Carmen.

Soon did she come,
To save our souls and take us home,
One day, when the flyin' is done,
We'll take our leave and rest!

La-da da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da
La-da da-da-da-da

Before the ship could set on home,
Tragedy struck and the meteors rained,
Ol' Morgana done them wrong,
And tried to bring those heroes low-ha!

Soon did she come,
To save our souls and take us home,
One day, when the flyin' is done,
We'll take our leave and rest!
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A bout of raucous laughter escaped the gladiator as he finished his contribution to Carmen's musicworks. Stepping down and away from the ship's edge, Tiberius knew their journey would end soon; merely hours away from their destination. Preparations needed to be done. The wounded should be tended a final time before they were transported, the tired required visits. He worried particularly for Kai, the magical medic, slaved endlessly for their benefit. Tiberius could scarcely recall times where the wind-maestro from Yamato hadn't saved them, let alone when he was not key to their continual survival. Even now, Kai spent days, waking then healing. Administering to the wounded, devoting mana by the pitcherfuls. Tiberius was astounded at the will, the gladiator assisted as much as he could with his limited knowledge of the medical field, but he could tell it was not enough — doing only what he could.

Then they arrived.

The Day had bathed the silvery-towers of the Isles in a glistening light, reflecting much of it back to the stars, rendering the lush, arcane lands in a glowing hue. The serried levels of the buildings and streets crowded by Islanders, scholars and students alike. The cheering of the crowd, faint, drifted up to Ellie's keel. The gladiator cuffed his wrists then cracked his knuckles, their hurrays and cheers already dragging back memories from the overcrowded seats of the Coliseum in Tiberius' mind eye. Since becoming a soldier against the Emperor's tyranny, the gladiator anticipated that he'd be met adulation and jubilant praises from onlookers, however, these smiles were sweeter than the ones from before, for that he was eternally grateful.

He came aside Kaida, looking down at the crowd. Their cheers crescendo as Ellie lands and anchors. Dozens clapping, whistling, and gesticulating at the arrival, the area resounding with their thunderous exuberance. He half-turned, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving the fox a kiss on her cheek before peeling away to assist the others in their needs. Spotting Fel's forlorn features, he couldn't imagine the sun elf would appreciate these rapturous displays of affection.

Making his way down deeper into the sleek-bellied depths, Tiberius would move to aid the transport of the injured.

Interactions: Beann (Kaida)
Mentions: Nessi (Injured), Bloody_Death (Kai), OldTurtle (Fel)

 

[Midrick]

Arrian Dreagher

4 months is long time... Arrian thought to himself as he leaned back against the gunwale of the small fishing vessel from Yamato.

Indeed ever since Arlux fell against Tiryan in the heroes' ill fated endeavor, He could still remember the flash of golden light that preceded his victory over Arlux. Having been sent into the thick of the frontlines with the vanguard forces in order to keep the bulk of Tiryan's forces occupied, Arrian was disgruntled at missing the oppurtunity to take the emperorer's head himself, but he trusted Arlux's judgement and acquiesced with her request for him to reinforce the main force. In retrospect, perhaps Arlux had been enacting contingencies in case of her demise, when Tiryan hefted her corpse it broke the will of the gathered warriors present. For a few heartbeats, all Arrian could feel was a numb sense of shock before it was replaced with a savage rage. Everything afterwards had felt like a blur, tapping into his powers fueled by rage to cut a path through the legions and hordes of soldiers and beasts. Having to be dragged from the fight by the soldiers who rallied around him when they were finally free of imminent danger, Arrian quickly rallied the remaining veterans of the battle and led a series of raids and deep strikes against the logistical base of Oloradia.

Eventually after attracting the attention of Tiryans hand's, him and his ragtag group were forced to withdraw, coming to end up in Yamato, the homeland of his companions Kaida and Kai. Many of the survivors that had made it to Yamato were tired, most having lost the will to fight and desiring to return home. After the the 3rd month in exile all that was left from the vanguard of Arlux's offensive was Arrian, the others having left to their respective homeland. Arrian however remained to assist the people of Yamato in defending themselves, giving up wasn't in his nature and he would be damned before he let the maraudering legions of Oloradia have their way with the innocents of the countryside. A week earlier one of the lords who had been hosting Arrian received word that his companions were indeed alive, and that he would be needed in the Isles. Arrian knew that if his friends were alive and together he would be needed with them. He would also be lying to himself if he didn't miss them these past 4 months, the thought of possibly being the lone survivor and the isolation it brought about finally being laid to rest.

"Any thoughts on what you're gonna say when you find them?" Arrian's gaze having risen to meet that of his patron, Cu Chulainn after he spoke. The man-turned-god was currently leaning on his elbows, looking out upon the azure waves of the ocean. "Honestly, no." he replied absentmindedly as Arrian turned his gaze out to the waves like his patron. "Well best think fast, we're about here. Also do me a favor and don't act an eejit, been nice to see you be excited for something or rather, someone after 4 months of brooding and melodrama." Arrian sighed and rolled his eyes as his patron's words ended in laughter before Cu Chulainn dissipated, returning to an ethereal form. Their relationship had been rocky lateley, Arrian having grown tired of his patron's positivity and lighthearted nature after their major defeat. In spite of himself, he could feel that he had been alleviated of the furrowed brow and scowl that often accompanied his more introspective thoughts. instead the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth and as well as a spark of vitality returning to Arrian's eyes.

After the vessel had been moored properly, it became a waiting game until one morning when a crowd had gathered in front Leona Academy. although there was a bit of fanfare for the arrival from the heroes, it was quickly dissolved by a regal mountain of a man bellowing for medics and aid for wounded. Arrian's jaw clenched, another battle he wasn't there for, when people he cared about needed him and he couldn't help. That changes today. Arrian resolved as he ascended one of the walkways that had been erected to facilitate transport of the injured. "C'mon bruv, up an at 'em, no rest for the wicked eh?" Arrian said as he hoisted a soldier lying on the deck with a splinted leg up and supported the man as they walked down to the more qualified healers.

 

[CasualTea]

Rohen Xiong

CS Link

Time:

Unsure

LOCATION:

Flying Ship, arrival in Isles

Soundtrack:

Hoist the Colours | "A Well-Earned Celebration"

"Familiar Footing, yet Unfamiliar Tides"

Awoken by the breeze of the sky, Rohen finally came to from her slumber. She looked around and it seemed that they were still in transit. She was still on the same bench where Chrome had left her and her wounds were treated. Though, now it was time for her to take inventory of what she had brought and what she had lost. Thankfully, her pack was still with her and her cloak and mask were intact along with other supplies she had brought. Especially, some first aid items like bandages and a couple of sticks to use as a brace. She hadn't felt need of any of them yet as they had Kai, pretty much a cure-all healer. But even then, she could literally see him worn out. She decided to move and seclude herself to take some time for herself. Just being alone and reminisce. How simpler things would've been if Arlux had defeated Tiryan. How simpler things would've been if Tiryan didn't exist. Perhaps even much simpler if she didn't take on a life as a mercenary.

Is it the journey eating at her away? Or was it just the accumulated sins she's piled in bodies who gnawed at her being from afar in a different plane? No, it was neither. It was actually just the familiar feeling of being on a ship. Despite her mostly going on missions which involved naval travel in her past days, the one day that haunted her was the day she was chosen. A lot of what ifs ran in her head if she hadn't responded or even taken up Tiamat's offer. Being on a ship since that day brought her many negative emotions and thoughts. Her entire crew was killed and none of the merchants survived. Even the ship sank and she came back on a piece of drift wood with the help of her newfound power. Survivor's guilt perhaps? She didn't know what brought out such a darkness since that day. However, the darkness would soon halt as she heard song. A song from Tiberius, no less. The hero who is under the Goddess of Darkness as she remembered. A tune which brought laughter to those who heard it and sung it.

But Rohen didn't join in on the festivities as her own darkness loomed over her as she secluded herself towards the back of the ship, looking towards the distant Jorvik or its direction. A song she used to remember when a group of pirates were passing by one of her merchant ships, who didn't attack but was threatening all the same. A warning to the vessel. The captain of that ship turned back. But in that process, their tune was dark and deep just like the depths bellow them. She began to recount the lyrics of their song since they all sang it and harmonized in it that their words and message were so very clear as if they were right next to her ear.

"....Yo-ho, all hands..." She tranced. "Hoist the colours high. Heave, ho. Thieves and beggars. Ne'er shall, we die."

Never shall we die, huh? Rohen scoffed a little. If she ever found that band of pirates again, she was feeling crazy just to ask them where they came up with such a line.

"I don't believe you were singing in rhythm with that young man's music, no?" Tiamat inquired. She knew of this dark space that surrounds Rohen from time to time. But this time, it was a lot more darker than before. "You always just seem to have your own space in your head." Rohen then replied. "During all these travels and journeying with me, you'd figure out that my seclusion opens a lot of chance to think to myself. Even though, most of the time it's just conversing with you." Rohen soon looked back at the crew and her party and smiled a bit. "Let them have their fun. Besides, they know just as much as I do that we still have a long way. I'd rather prepare myself mentally for what's ahead." Tiamat probably knew the answer to her own question, but she seemed to like picking at this one's young brain. "Preparing yourself mentally by returning to such negativity?" Rohen chuckled a bit before shaking her head. "How else can I keep up the mask of 'The Mad Orca?'"

It was a long transit to their next destination that Rohen napped quite a few times, conversing with some of the party members here and there. The more notable one of conversation was Kannaka. As a Zheng Fa native, Kannaka had many questions regarding Zheng Fa and Hou Yi. While Rohen provided some answers she could give that were obtained by street-knowledge and ramblings of elders, she didn't have many answers regarding Hou Yi and local legends. She even joked that she herself was a legend, 'The Mad Orca' as she was given, but she couldn't give her any real knowledge or answers. Heck, she spent more time in Pyla to even remember her own native nation's God's whereabouts. She was sure Hou Yi was scolding her silently, if he cared.

Finally, the Isles were in sight. She'd hear a 'land-ho' right about now, but none ever dared saying it as it was blocked by Carmen's musical tune. She grabbed all her things and put on her pack. She wasn't gonna lie, it was her first time seeing the academy. However, it didn't impress her. This was just another stop in their journey. She wasn't sure why they were here, however when she began her descent down from the ship onto solid ground, she could see some faces that she only ever glanced at from afar previously. Some of the heroes who were dispatched to other areas seemed to have gathered here after hearing about their defeat and major loss in numbers. One particular hero was named Dong Mei. For her, it wasn't hard to tell that they were a Zheng Fa native from their clothes. She can also tell that she was looking at all everyone who was descending from the ship and trying to count who made it back alive. It wouldn't be no surprise that she was hoping for Arlux's return. Sadly, that will not be the case.

However, due to observing Dong Mei's actions for a while, it was quite obvious that she was watching her in place for awhile. It wasn't until one of the medics who were rushing the wounded off the ship would bump into Rohen and an audible clink of fallen steel can be heard. It was her mask. Rohen only gave out a sigh and brushed off the fact she was bumped into. It is her fault for staying in place in the way of people who needed to be rushed off the ship. She knelt down and picked up her mask and checked if anything else fell off from her person. Thankfully, it was the only thing. She decided to put it under her jacket for now as she would put it in her pack later when she found a good place to rest. For now, she just got out of the way of the busy medics and watched, waiting for the rest of her party members to come down and start moving to the next area so she could follow.

 

[Spiderverse]

Ragna the Mad Sage

As the sun began to rise on The Isles, Ragna was reminded of his last brush with his compatriots, recalling the same shining star in the sky. The night before they were to leave, the party of heroes had been discussing their plan to head for Zheng Fa, since there they could resupply and coordinate with other allies closer to their planned encounter with Tiryan. But that meant there would be no heroes to protect The Isles, and Arlux, noble knight that she was, couldn't leave a place to fend for itself. So a decision had to be made, mainly amongst the heroes who came from The Isles to decide which of them should stay. Back then, Ragna made a decision he would question every time he closed his eyes.

Of the heroes, his skillset was the most... supplementary. Fel had the most destructive magic capabilities, there were plenty like Aaxir and Tiberius who outclassed him in melee combat, while both Mei and Kai had him beat when it came to utility magic. Safe to say, in the final battle, Ragna vehemently believed that he was not an asset. Yet to show his support, not simply for the heroes, but for Arlux herself, he exemplified his moniker when danger of any kind came to The Isles. Madness, was a term that sufficiently summarized the battles he took part in since the heroes departure. But when news of Arlux's defeat reached the Isles, Ragna showed both friend and foe alike what true chaos meant.

The scholar quickly hushed the memory, regaining his sense of space as he appeared to stare blankly out at the docks. Mei had reunited with him some time ago, left at Zheng Fa to reinforce it at Arlux's orders similar to his own. At least two of the heroes was by his side, and soon the others would arrive as well, still tragically without their leader. Before he could continue to wallow, Ragna felt sharp nails clasp at his shoulder, and an all too familiar chuckle. "Time to go welcome your little friends." Taking a deep breathe, the young man fixed his lips into his usual mischievous smile, before grabbing onto Sheperd's Skewer and making his way down to the dock.

Rather than simply walk from his lab at the Academy, the hero of Discord's path ebbed and flowed through the shadow's created by the sun's rise, allowing him to quickly make an appearance in the very back of the crowd that waited for the heroes' ship to arrive at the docks. He wasn't the first there, as Mei had already seemed to be hard at work helping the injured from the boat using her summon Escha, along with Tiberius carrying off whomever he could. Kai and Kaida were the first to catch his eyes, as the two seemed to already be walking off of the ship, with the Flowing Wind as usual over exerting himself for the sake of others no doubt. Nel was, well, acting according to expectation, standing along the side with Rohen so that the injured could be tended too first. Ragna decided it'd be best to join his other comrades, as he himself didn't have any useful healing magic nor was he delicate enough to at least tend to the injured.

The Mad Sage stepped forward, twirling his staff and humming as he did so towards the ship, making his way over toward Rohen and Nel. "Welcome back to The Isles friends!" With a wave of his hand an illusory burst sparkles rained down around them. "I take it that things didn't go well in Jorvik? Are you all hungry?" He leaned forward, earrings rattling slightly as brought his jovial voice to a cheery whisper. "How's Fel? I hope the little firecracker isn't too tired from your adventures."

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Interactions: CasualTea Dawnsx

Mentions: OldTurtle Dovinique Bloody_Death

 

[Dawnsx]

Nelumba

Interactions: CasualTea Spiderverse

Mentions: OldTurtle

As the crowd dispersed, Nel’s old allies came into view. Arrian, Mei, Ragna… She cupped her cheeks in glee. Ooh, this is so exciting! A happy reunion after all the fighting and deaths! A perfect way to start the new chapter of the role– her autobiography!

Unsurprisingly, Arrian and Mei started helping the wounded right away. Less expected was Ragna coming over to Nel and Rohen to strike up a conversation! Usually people were too wowed by Nel’s cute charms to approach her! Even her fellow hero buddies! But Ragna’s always been a bold one!

Nel giggled at Ragna’s cute lil’ nickname for Fel. ”Aw, you know Felly! He got grumpy a lot, studied a lot, blew some stuff up… Same old, same old!”

”You are selling Ayao’s champion short,” Shiva chided.

”Oh, you’re right!” Nel exclaimed. She huddled closer to Ragna and Rohen like she was sharing a conspiracy. ”Y’know, I always thought Felly’s last name was Petri because he’s like a petri dish, except he's growing a big ol' attitude instead of germs! But then he helped me develop a new magic trick back in Jorvik! And I found out that he has a bestie! I can’t believe he never told us!”

 

[Nano]

Enthyskana Rhoda

Interactions: Dovinique (Mei), Midrick (Arrian)

Mentions: Aaxir, Tiberius, Ragna

“Oh…”

As soon as Enthy’s request for the red gem fell from her lips, the young dragon felt Kai press the smooth, glassy surface of the suspected summon stone into her outstretched palm. Wanga’s hero parted with the stone easily. No questions asked. Not even a request to return the mysterious stone once she completed whatever business she had with it. Had she possessed the intent to voice her suspicions about the red gem’s identity, she was sure the mild tempered boy would listen to her concerns with what little attention his tired ears could afford. Now wasn’t the time, however. Not with the way exhaustion radiated from every pore upon his body.

Enthy departed without another word, keeping her footsteps feather light in fear of disturbing the healer who’d been run ragged throughout the last battle. Turning into a secluded section of the ship, the young dragon held up the stone in line with her eyes. An ancient scent of oppressive might wafted from the stone, but her suspicions had been confirmed the second the stone had been first passed into her hands. Colored with the crimson pulse of his lust for destruction, the soul trapped within the crystalline confines of the summon stone was unmistakably that of the behemoth whose presence alone had triggered tremors of fear to vibrate through her bones.

“Golroth?”

A burning desire for answers dragged out Enthy’s hesitant call of the dragon’s name.

“Mister Golroth? Sir Ancient Dragon?”

Each appellation was accompanied by a building sense of panic in her voice and a light shake of the stone. Was he asleep, or had Morgana dropped a dud of a stone in hopes of laughing at whichever fool fell for it? In the first place, it was strange for someone so meticulous to carelessly discard a valuable piece of their arsenal.

Enthy shook the stone with growing urgency, wildly waving the stone in a small arc while glaring at the red blur as if it owed her a great debt.

“Uncle-”

“You will cease your tomfoolery right this second, you damned cretin!”

An unexpectedly loud, gravelly voice boomed from within the gem, catching Enthy off guard and causing the fingers gripping onto the stone to fumble. Garbled nonsense accompanied her attempts to catch the summon stone, and clumsy little paws slapped it just out of reach, once, twice, and then thrice. With a firm clap, the gem finally landed securely within her hands, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Never before have I seen such a doltish, bumbling waste of a dragoness’ egg,”

the voice within the gem spat venomously, as if merely addressing the stubborn dragon were a waste of his time.

“You, the sniveling infant, and that buffoon who dared challenge me. I’ve seen hatchlings half your age more capable than all three of you! Forget that damned emperor. If that was all that embarrassment of a descendant of mine amounted to, it’s no wonder why our race is destined to perish. Why, back in my day-”

“Your descendant?”

Enthy asked, brows creasing in confusion. Did he share a blood relation with Hargred or Aaxir? Then why had he beaten his kin within an inch of their lives?

“Tsk,”

the ancient dragon clicked his tongue with enough disdain that Enthy could visualize the exact face he was making,

“It seems they don’t teach hatchlings any manners these days, either. I meant that red one. He was bold. I’ll give him that. Not that it matters if he didn’t survive.”

The hand holding onto the gem squeezed it tighter, forming a fist that shook faintly.

“His name is Aaxir, and he’s alive and well. Thanks to you,”

Enthy said pointedly. However, she swallowed down any further sarcasm, attempting to reign in her anger in favor of holding a civil conversation with the only person capable of giving her the answers to the questions she’d held onto for so long.

“How can you say that about your own kin?”

“If he died from that, I’d weep—weep at the state of my bloodline! Not only is he so weak that I could scarcely bring myself to look at him, who told him to act so chummy with the Emperor’s spawn?”

Golroth snorted.

“About that, I have a question…”

“Questions, questions. Of course you have a question. Why else would you rattle that stone like a lunatic?”

“There’s a spell I saw once before. All their mana was condensed into a singular point that flickered like a star in the night sky as it drifted towards the ground. It looked harmless, but the moment it touched the cobble lining the streets, the city was suddenly awash in a sea of blue flames.”

“Your descriptive ability is terrible, but that sounds like that old codger’s favorite trick. So you’ve seen it before. Color me surprised.”

When Golroth replied in that bored and dismissive tone of his, Enthy’s heart painfully alerted her of its presence. It beat rapidly, yet whatever friction her blood generated as it circulated throughout her body wasn’t enough to warm up the ice that seemed to fill her veins. As the memory she desperately wished she could forget crawled out from its abyss once again, her breathing grew increasingly unsteady.

Bloodlines, The Emperor, and inheriting the magic of “the strongest”. What use was it all, if it only ever proved useful in continuing a never-ending cycle of vengeance? If only that accursed spell didn’t exist. If only she’d been stronger. For decades, she chased after his shadow, forcing herself to swing her sword a little faster and breaking past one more limit in hopes of gathering just enough strength to bring an end to her brother’s madness.

For the past four years, she ignored the disappointed gaze of Veritas who seemed to dissect her thoughts until only the naked truth remained. With each ally who fell, a small part of her wished that she’d been a little smarter, faster, and stronger, yet she continued to live in fear of the strength she craved. The guilt only grew, culminating into its breaking point when her eyes stared in disbelief as Tiryan triumphantly displayed Arlux’s broken body for all to see. However, even now, her resolve to grab hold of that strength remained stained with her contradictions.

Did power corrupt, or did the corrupt seek power? Heroes dressed their ambition for power with pretty words, but how long does it take for those pure intentions to twist into something unrecognizable? No matter how long she searched, she never found a concrete answer. She only knew to believe in her justice, and believe that even if the day came for her justice to be judged—just as she’d condemned her brother’s justice—her regrets would remain only as heavy as whatever her pathetic lack of power could do before someone cut down her sins.

Golroth was right about one thing: she was weak, and she selfishly found comfort in that weakness.

“Hey, whatever you’re thinking about, don’t throw up here. At least put me down before you do that,”

Golroth grumbled after minutes of waiting for the younger dragon to snap herself out whatever it was that had the color of her face changing from red to blue to green within seconds.

Enthy’s free hand grasped at the clasp of her cloak, and she took a moment to swallow shakily despite the cold dryness of her mouth.

“I…I won’t,”

she stammered in a low voice, though her body had yet to cease its shaking.

“Is The Emperor still alive?”

There was a brief pause, as if the ancient dragon were debating whether or not to answer her question.

“Bah! I’m sure that the coward's still alive, hiding away in a burrow somewhere in Kalmar. If I were there, I could sense him, but it’s been ages.”

“I see…”

“There you go again! Kids these days are something. They ask a question and get upset by the answer.”

“Then, will you tell me why a dragon of your caliber heeded the call of a mere human like Morgana?”

“Tsk, nosy. Forget it. I’m tired. Leave me be, and don’t call for me again.”

Enthy smiled weakly and chuckled lightly as the bright hue of the red gem grew a shade dimmer. For a grinch who sided with the likes of one of Tiryan’s dogs, the old man was surprisingly chatty. She couldn’t agree with his method of rebelling against the deities he hated, nor could she understand his manner of treating his own blood when they’ve never wronged him. Barring any further questions she had, she doubted she’d seek the destroyer of legends out for further conversation anytime soon, but perhaps it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to pass the stone off to his descendant. Not yet, but soon.

From a distance, the faint sound of raucous laughter and rhythmic chanting of a sea shanty led by none other than Tiberius seemingly beckoned Enthy toward the front deck of the ship. The lone dragon gazed out into the vast sea as the final remnants of Jorvik’s shores disappeared below the watery horizon. Had it been any other time, she would have been inclined to join the noise of those attempting to lighten the mood after a hard fought battle. However, just this once, she wanted to bask in the solitude of her thoughts.

===

“When I met-”

“Oh, um. Sorry, I need to get off here so…”

The moment the ramp leading down to the dock was in place, Enthy quickly pocketed Golroth’s summon stone, ignoring the angry flashes of red as well as the muffled complaints that disappeared into the cloth pouch hanging on her waist. Was it impolite? Yes. But was she exhausted? Also yes.

Despite being the one to scold her until her ears bled and insist she never speak to him again, it was clear that Golroth was a dragon who easily fell victim to boredom, for a lack of a better word. So bored, in fact, she was sure that the entire cast of the ship’s passengers were aware of his presence regardless of the lack of a proper introduction. Though she doubted he’d have much to say to a human given his disregard for the race, she was nonetheless glad she’d taken the stone away from Kai who clearly needed a peaceful rest during the ride to The Isles.

Squinting past the harsh sunlight reflecting off the pearlescent walls of the buildings surrounding Leona Academy, Enthy did her best to search for familiar faces within the crowd. King Brynjolf, ever the reliable leader for his troops, parted the crowds, making way for the awaiting medics and…

Enthy’s face softened into a relieved smile when she saw Arrian and Mei emerge from the body of excited students. Though she desperately wished to greet the two she hadn’t seen in months—perhaps even engulf one of them in a hug to make sure they were real—-any reunions would have to wait until the injured were transported to the med bay.

(She did catch a glimpse of Ragna as well, but given the presence of the Fae next to him, she figured it’d be best to leave them be.)

“Here, lean on me.”

Enthy offered a shoulder to a limping soldier who only gave her a tired quirk of his lips in return. Though he was in better shape than most, it was evident he’d seen better days.

Once the soldiers were settled and properly attended to by the medics, the young dragon waited for Arrian and Mei to finish their business before shuffling over.

“It’s been a while. How have you been?”

Enthy said softly, her gaze rapidly running up and down their figures in search of signs of what they might have gone through during all those months apart from the party.

“I only saw Ragna and the two of you, but is anyone else here? Azaera? Freyr?”

 

[Bloody_Death]

KAI NAKAYAMA

Kai glanced around as injured people were taken off the ship and transported into the nearby med bay. Giving a small sigh of relief as those who did manage to survive will finally be able to get the full treatments they deserve. And he'll, hopefully, won't have to spend any more mana for a good while. Alright. Priority number one, finding a place to rest!

He was kind of on a one-track mind right now. He had noticed and heard some familiar faces and voices he hadn't seen in a long time. And he would have loved to have greeted them now, but that will have to wait until later. He paused for a moment when something snaked around him. Glancing down at the fluffy white tail wrapped around him before glancing over at his friend. "Ah...yeah. Though rather than a nap I think I'd just like to sleep forever right now." He gave a dry chuckle before peeking around a bit more. "Do you know where we're going to be staying...?" He gave his head a small shake to chase away the dizziness filling his head. "I don't want to keep you held up, Kaida. Um, if you can just help me find where we're supposed to be going I'll get out of your hair...? Fur." He hummed softly at the half-joke.

"Actually maybe I can just sleep on one of the nearby benches and have someone carry me to wherever we're supposed to be going later. Eating would be nice...but I think I'd throw it up at this rate." He just wanted to perish right nowwww. Just trying to think of where he wanted to go was making him not want to go anywhere. "Mmmm...yeah. Can you just find me somewhere to sit." That's what he needed the most right now.

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Interactions: Beann

Mentions: -

 

[OldTurtle]

Fel Petri

Interactions: Dawnsx (Smelly Nelly) Spiderverse (Ragna)

Mentions:

The sharp sea breeze tasted of home. The burning wreck of Hofn had faded into the distance ages ago and it had been smooth sailing ever since. Fel had slept fitfully, dreaming of ashes and corpses and Tiryan's cruel grin as he'd presented the mutilated figure of their leader like some gruesome trophy. He'd woken in the dark of night, feeling ill, and moved to the deck for fresh air. It was odd, really, considering he'd not once felt like this even in the months following their defeat and subsequent capture, nor had he thought of such things in the relative safety of Ragnir's kingdom. But 'relative' wasn't quite enough for his frayed nerves, was it? Even in Jorvik, the looming threat of the Olrodian army pursuing them had hung heavy over their heads like the great blade of a guillotine. At times it lay out of sight, but for Fel, it had never been out of mind.

It was different now. Finally, he felt as if he didn't need to keep watch over his shoulder, just in case another of Tiryan's Hands decided to pop up and kill more heroes. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders, leaving him free to breathe for the first time in nearly half a year. Frankly, Fel hated it. Without the perpetual danger to focus on, his mind could afford to wander, to think and to remember things best left forgotten.

Home...

Even at this early hour there were a few others milling about on deck. Fel couldn't blame them; despite the size of Carmen's ship, it was stifling below deck. Most tried to keep the atmosphere lively but the pale visage of Death still watched from every corner. Many of the injured soldiers onboard had succumbed while in flight. There was only so much the healers could do, and even Kai's miraculous blessings could only stretch so far. No one was surprised, of course -- they'd all fought too long and too hard to be so naive as to think you could save everyone -- but it was difficult to see how few of their kin remained.

Fel turned and left in search of somewhere less populated. He found it at the highest point of the ship, atop the massive bottle that contained the storm powering the ship. Lightning crackled beneath him, running spidery fingers along the insides of the bottle as the storm roiled and thrashed like some caged beast. Fel settled down on one of the wooden braces holding the bottle in place. Stuffing his hand into a pocket, the tanned mage withdrew a handful of small, brightly-colored stones.

The four skill gems -- red, gold, dark blue, and pale blue-- glittered faintly in the dim light. Fel had spent much of the journey examining them in detail, trying to decipher their contents. He'd made some headway, enough to at least understand each's general purpose, if not how to actually wield them, but his expertise laid in artifacts and incantations, not in this. That would require either enlisting someone more specialized in skill gems or, more foolishly, breaking the gems to directly access the knowledge within.

In any case, Fel could make a few judgements that assuaged his doubts as to the fallen knight's intentions. None of the gems held, to his knowledge, anything potentially dangerous to the heroes. The red gem was fire magic-attuned, some sort of fire art paired with a physical experience endowment of some sort. He couldn't quite make out the details, but at any rate there weren't all too many uses Fel could think of for it. Perhaps he'd just shove it down Aaxir's gullet and see what would happen. He'd never heard of a dragon using a skill gem before and his resistances to fire would (probably) mitigate most potential backlash. That seemed interesting. Fel shoved the red gem back into his cloak.

The second gem shone a brilliant gold. Light magic in this one, and fairly straightforward at that: a brief but very complex spell that could near-instantly displace the user a short distance. There was surely more to it, of course, and Fel couldn't tell what limits to the distance or frequency of usage existed. Unlike the prior gem, however, regardless of any limitations this was a uniquely powerful magic. It wasn't every day that you stumbled upon a way to learn a high-level piece of light magic with only a fraction of the effort anyone else would need. It resembled one of Inanna's many blessings, even -- though Fel had a feeling he'd best keep that observation to himself lest an enraged goddess smite him for likening her divinity to any mortal magics.

He quickly stowed away the second gem, leaving two more in his palm. The duller of the two appeared almost like a dark aquamarine. This was the most difficult of the four gems to decipher, and not due entirely to his lack of mastery of water magic. He was a finer water mage than light, but this stone had presented a particularly challenging puzzle to solve. Even after hours of bashing his head against it, Fel had ended up having to admit defeat. All he could make out is that it contained some complex system of water magic techniques beyond his ability to replicate. Shaking his head, Fel replaced the murky stone and pinched the final gem between his thumb and forefinger.

Fel scowled down at the bright blue surface of the gem and resisted the urge to toss it overboard. Contrasting with the previous gem, this was by far the easiest gem to decipher. Frankly, its existence was a rather personal insult. Even in his (un)dying breath that blasted spirit had to malign him. A lightning skill gem with an incantation and an art: a short range arts that could make even a child deadly in close combat and a long range incantation that many middling mages could spend a lifetime attempting to learn. Individually, both magics were fairly powerful, but packaged neatly together like this, the pale stone was easily the most valuable of the four. It was, of course, the incantation that rankled Fel so, being the same variation on his own magic the knight had attempted to strike him with. Only his recognition that the gem would be a uniquely powerful addition in the right hands prevent him from crushing it into a fine powder and spreading it across the ocean surface below. That and Ayao had threatened to shave his head entirely when he last tried.

...Maybe now-

"Fel."

"I didn't do anything!" The mage jumped, stuffing the last gem into his cloak and hastily drawing it about his body. He turned and fixed the aforementioned goddess with an sweet, innocent, nervous smile. "I wasn't doing anything," he repeated. "Isn't the breeze up here quite nice tonight?"

Ayao fixed him with a dry look that very much communicated exactly how little she believed him and shook her head in a resigned manner. "You've spent enough time up here. It's time to return down to the deck. We will arrive at the Isles within the hour." She gestured with her chin toward the horizon, where the first rays of the morning sun cast its warm light across the sky. Fel lifted a hand to shade his eyes. There, off in the distance, lay a large island topped with glittering white figures.

"Home..."

For a moment, the beautiful sight of marble spires and ivory towers washed away Fel's worries. All at once he was fifty years younger, standing on the deck of a shabby barge and laying eyes on the magnificence of Leona Academy for the first time in his life. Oh, how incredible it was...

And then he was back atop Carmen's ship.

Fel descended to the main deck, staff in hand, and joined those gathered to disembark as Carmen set the ship down at the docks. A long walkway joined the deck and the dock and medics began carting away the remainder of the injured soldiers. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd, some students and professors he recognized. A large winged beast -- Escha, the summon of Han Xiangzi's hero, Fel recognized -- was among the medics, helping them transport injured more quickly.

There was another familiar voice in the crowd. Fel frowned, catching a glimpse of a shock of pale hair among the bustling men and women.

"-Fel? I hope the little firecracker isn't too tired from your adventures."

”Aw, you know Felly!" Nel's voiced piped up as well, cutting through the noise much more sharply. Oh lovely, the two troublemakers together. "He got grumpy a lot, studied a lot, blew some stuff up… Same old, same old!” She and Ragna huddled together and what the small Fae was saying next was too quiet for Fel to catch. He hardly needed to, however; he had the strangest feeling it wasn't something he'd appreciate. Pushing through the thinning crowd, he came to a stop behind the chattering pair and coughed pointedly.

"I do hope no one around here is gossiping about another behind their back," Fel started, fixing the two with a sharp glare. "Gossipmongers tend to find themselves waking up at the bottom of the bay for some inexplicable reason. I'm sure neither of you would enjoy that much, would you?"

 

[Dovinique]

Dong Mei

Interactions: Midrick (Arrian) Nano (Enthy)

Mentions: Tib, Nel, Kannaka

Mei and Escha moved in graceful unison, their efforts seamlessly aiding the medic. With the addition of Arrian and Tib, the group became a well-oiled machine, working together to complete the task in mere moments. The camaraderie felt palpable, a strong reminder of the strength found in unity. Mei's heart swelled with comfort as she observed her companions, grateful for the opportunity to stand alongside them once again.

Approaching Arrian, Mei couldn't help but notice his absence all this time. His delayed arrival to The Isle piqued her curiosity, but she was simply relieved to see him safe, "Good to see you!" she greeted warmly, a genuine smile lighting up her features. Arrian might not have the friendliest face, but Mei held firm to her belief that every hero chosen by the Gods possessed an inherent kindness… even Nel…

"It's been a while. How have you been?" The soft, melodious voice of Enthy interrupted their exchange, causing Mei's breath to catch in her throat. Turning, she beheld her dear friend standing nearby, a beacon of life and vitality. Tears welled up in Mei's chocolate eyes, their shimmering trails tracing paths down her cheeks like glistening streams. Enthy was more than a comrade; she was a kindred spirit, one of Mei's closest friends, aside from Kannaka. Perhaps it was their tragic history, their past struggles, or simply a deep connection that drew them together. Whatever it was, Mei felt a click with Enthy from the very beginning.

Without hesitation, Mei enveloped Enthy in a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around her friend with an almost desperate longing. She could feel the steady rhythm of Enthy's heartbeat beneath her hug, a reassuring cadence that grounded her in reality. "Thank you for coming back..." Mei murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with profound gratitude. She held onto Enthy as if afraid she might disappear, her embrace almost suffocating in its intensity. Though Enthy might have felt a twinge of discomfort, it was a small price to pay for the reassurance that everything was real, and they were truly reunited.

 

[CasualTea]

Rohen Xiong, "The Mad Orca"

Interactions: Dawnsx (Nelumba), OldTurtle (Fel), Spiderverse (Ragna)

Mentions: Bloody_Death (Kai)

As the medical crew and her other allies were tending to the wounded, she didn't expect that Nel to be standing aside with her. She didn't really strike up a conversation with her much because she knew she had a couple loose screws in her head. As real recognizes real, so does crazy recognizes crazy. Though Nel was a different kind of crazy, one that just never switches off. She didn't exactly feel interested in hearing what she's done in the past, ignorance is bliss if she wants to keep a levelled head. Which is what she tells herself but she began doubting herself when she saw the illusory sparkles around Nel. She could've sworn she didn't have a drop of rum today.

Wait a minute, it was around her too. Accompanied with a voice? From another hero? She looked towards the direction of the voice and found the source. He appeared to be a mage of sorts, at least that was her first impression. However upon further inspection, a title popped up in her head in lieu of a name. "The Mad Sage" She muttered. His speech and question regarding Jorvik had quite the sharp contrast from what she expected to hear. Even, the rest of everyone here as well. They were being greeted as if they war heroes of sorts coming home from a victorious battle. But Rohen didn't see things that way. She only began seeing things from their point of view. She can only guess that they're just celebrating the fact that the remaining of their group had returned alive. That or just because they're heroes blessed by the Gods they feel the need to idolize them or something.

Upon being asked how Fel was and... Well, Nel and her colorful as always responses, she felt the need to chime in with her input. "Fel's fine for the most part." She said. "I don't think I remember him being gravely injured to a concern. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't carry the most lightest of moods." She could only guess that Fel was... Not quite the happiest cookie in the bunch when it came to coming here. A place of study and he probably studied a lot. If he were to compare his attitude with others in this group, she could only guess he isn't the very social type and keeps to himself most of the time.

It wasn't long after she put in her two cents that the topic of conversation appeared, with a sour expression accompanied with a passive aggressive threat. "Well, there he is. I'll... go ahead and excuse myself. Seems like you two have some catching up to do." She said before she offered a wave with her metal arm and nonchalantly parting from the group. She mostly wanted to excuse herself as she still had issues with the battle of that knight. Especially with Fel attacking it with lightning thus giving it that attribute and then experiencing such damage. It was a minor grudge but she didn't want to dampen the mood. She supposed that she'd stop her idleness and just help with the offloading of wounded. Especially when it came to using her metal arm, she had a lot more strength in it where she could handle more physically taxing tasks. Since the majority of the wounded was already offloaded, she would just be helping with the remaining ones. Maybe that'd relieve some burden off of Kai's shoulders. Especially since he couldn't treat these ones during the trip because he wasn't able to get to them.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

The dawn's golden rays still shone off the Isles' marble spires, bathing the lands in a subtle, mellow hue breathing warmth across the streets, steps, and alleys. There was a crooning wind, ferreting the stench of ocean water near the shores, strongest at the spires' peaks. Its sighing roamed down-around the ivory towers and buildings clustered around the Leona Academy, soothing weakly the raw, exposed flesh where it found. The Leona Academy magnificent as always, Tiberius inclined his head, azure eyes dragging themselves up the spires that stretched to the sky like a giant's spindly fingers scraping the clouds. It took short seconds for him to admire the institution. When he did so, his breath caught and knuckles tightened. "Still Spellbinding, isn't it?" whispered a voice in his ear. His eyes widened slightly as the Goddess of Darkness loomed over him, invisibly. "Qin." Tiberius said quietly. "I... Yes," He replied after a moment's hesitation. As if sensing the gladiator's internal struggle, a soft chill spread across his chest, a weight immediately familiar to Tiberius came to rest across him. "I know what has wound you around so firmly." Issued the voice, a divine heat akin to a balm upon a fresh wound. His breathing quickened, coming down the ramp, another injured in his charge.

He came up to the majesty of the wind-summoned griffon, the beat of its great wings a bridge between the harshly-wounded and the physicians. A slight smile played at his thin lips, through the gnawing feeling the Goddess so keenly detected. He released the unconscious soldier to the vigil of the Isles' gathered medicos. "I suppose you do." Tiberius admitted, canting the pointed concession to the Goddess across the soundless void between them. "It is rare of you to doubt your mettle." Qin's honeyed words danced across the plain of his mind. "My gladiator, my gladiator, your path shall lead to your own legacies, both great and small, as did hers. As did it lead to this conservatoire in her name." There was a comfort in the warming words, one that Tiberius, for all his humanity, could not accept. At least, not immediately at the Goddess' behest. But he had acknowledged them, the truth that rung so acutely in his obsidian-enveloped core, resonating like the bell of a towering Church.

As he and Arrian moved about, transporting the grievously-enfeebled into mats and hands of their healers, Tiberius saw an old ally. Han Xiangzi's champion, and the keeper of the winged beast, Mei Dong, embracing Enthyskana with profound gratitude and boundless longing. Such a scene heartened the gladiator, unknowingly a smile split his pockmarked features. Allowing them the joy of reunion, Tiberius stepped away, to assist further with whatever duties had remained, bestowing and leaving no kindness for himself.

Casting a glance through the thinning crowds, Tiberius spotted Fel, Nel, Rohen, and the mischievous-grinned Mad Sage. He imagined Fel silently bristling at Nel's over-joyous comments, a sickly sweetness colouring her voice, while Ragna cheerfully goaded the sun elf. Tiberius thought how inured the fire-cracker was to their persistence.

He left the last of his lot of injured men, nothing more that he could do for them, and went up the angled steps away. Kai's exerted gait snatched his attention, forcing the gladiator to hastened his pace until he was beside the mystic, opposite of the trickster fox's figure. "Kai." Tiberius spoke, voice leveled and low so as to not aggravate whatever exhaustion-borne ailments plagued their crucial friend. He offered him his arm to lean on, to steady himself as had Kaida's tail done so. "We'll get you something to rest on soon." He assured.

Interactions: Beann (Kaida), Bloody_Death (Kai)
Mentions: OldTurtle (Fel), Nano , Dovinique , Spiderverse

 

[Nano]

Nohea Keli'i

Interactions: Zariel (Azaera), OldTurtle (Fel), Spiderverse (Ragna), Bloody_Death (Kai)

Mentions: all heroes

In another half hour’s time, the heroes would find themselves called away by a messenger with a summons to the royal quarters. Though chipper with the liveliness of a spring bird when greeting the heroes at the docks and med bay, the young student’s admiration gave way to the makings of a baleful look by the time she finally tracked down the dragoness perusing through the books of one of Leona Academy’s many libraries. Upset was a light way to put it, not with the way she ran herself ragged finding the last of the heroes, yet she knew she ultimately only had herself to blame for not thinking of the libraries. Fortunately, the gossip mongers dawdling in the academy’s halls had pointed her in the direction of the “strange woman with the tail of a serpent.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. We’ve been short staffed as of late.”

The moment the messenger opened the door to the royal quarters and excused herself, the Chief of The Isles, Nohea Keli’i, announced his presence with a greeting of his own. In spite of his polite tone and phrasing of his excuse, the man appeared far too relaxed for the leader of a nation undergoing a supposed crisis. He sported a kind smile, yet the dull look in his eyes made his lack of interest in the heroes apparent, as if granting them an audience were a mere formality.

“I heard about what happened in Olrodia and Hofn,”

Nohea said while drumming his fingers upon the edge of a nearby desk. He inspected each hero one-by-one, sizing up their injuries before stopping at Wanga’s hero.

“It’s truly a shame that the offerings of the well we provided were lost to the Empire, but I’m glad all of you who managed to return are well and in one piece. Our nation hasn’t been quite as fortunate, so please forgive our lack of hospitality.”

As if to emphasize his words, he shrugged, calling attention to his missing arm.

“I must extend an apology to the King of Jorvik as well. It's a shame that a former student of our renowned academy cozied up to the likes of Tiryan, but they do say geniuses tend to have their…”

Nohea paused, continuing once he fixed a knowing smile upon Fel and Ragna.

“Eccentricities.”

“I heard Morgana also put up quite the fight on her own. Against so many heroes at that. Truly, the capabilities of the Hands are frightening despite lacking the blessings of the divine. It’s good that King Brynjolf foresaw the destruction of Hofn and evacuated his people beforehand.”

The Chief of The Isles sighed and shook his head.

“There's been a disease running its course in some more secluded islands, so we don’t have any personnel to wa- spare, but to apologize for my shortcomings in the war effort, I’ll personally guide you to the Well of Origin in a few days’ time. I’m sure a group of mighty heroes such as yourselves can handle the trip without issue, but it would do you well to prepare. The curses of The Isles are tricky to undo, and it looks like your medic could use a break.”

Nohea soon excused himself with a lackadaisical wave of his hand and murmured excuses about needing to leave on an overdue inspection, and the heroes were once again left to their own devices. However, in the days leading up to the planned expedition to The Well of Origin, some began to take notice of a slight cough being passed around a few vendors at the marketplace and whispers of certain children suddenly developing a fever.

 

[LazyDaze]

AAXIR THE RED

Interactions: Nessi Bloody_Death
Mentions: Worthlessplebian CasualTea OldTurtle All the new heroes at the end xD



The battle in Jorvik felt like ages ago though it was so recent. They had a few successful battles prior: They had beaten Parzival, escaped the prison, and even somehow turned one of the Hands into an ally; however, the “victory” at Jorvik felt different despite the heavy losses accrued. As illogical as it sounds, it felt as if that was a battle they were meant to lose. Aaxir couldn’t help but feel as if they defied fate. The ever reserved Aaxir couldn’t help but take a deep breath and get lost in the breeze, letting the wind carry his most recent memories. The comfort he felt in the blue skies reflected by the cerulean expanse was so serene and clear that it terrified him. Aaxir’s reflection knew the truth of this all too well. The results of his battle with Golroth etched onto his body, a reminder of the frailty of mortality…even if you were a hero. It was only now that he could think of Tatag and the others. He wondered if he would ever end up like them. At any given time peace, prosperity, and life could be taken away; however, that could be all the more reason to enjoy those moments to the fullest. Or maybe….just maybe. “I’ve gone soft…”

On the horizon stood the brightest of jewels, the academy. It wasn’t often that Aaxir gave into the feelings of relief, and momentary peace, but it had already happened twice on this trip. The first time…

***​

Aaxir’s heart jolted upon opening his eyes, yet he kept his body still. The last thing he remembered was the heavens crashing down on him as his vision faded. The first thing he saw was not the brilliant sun, the cloud speckled sky, or even Kai. (You get used to seeing Kai when you’ve danced with death a few times.) but it was Eleanor’s face, trying to hide the concern as she feigned a smile. That’s right…he remembered…she had saved him, twice. Seeing her was enough to slow his rapid breathing, and bring a wash of relief he had not felt in some time while his eyes searched for any information to help him slow the spinning world. She would explain what had happened while he was knocked out. After a few silent moments to come to terms with the conclusion of the battle Aaxir sat up….slowly. Some of his injuries yet to fully heal apparently, it wasn’t surprising…for the most part he could probably take care of himself and get by with ordinary potions. There were others who needed Kai much more than him. “So we won…or maybe we just survived…”

The two sat in a comfortable silence, speaking without unnecessary words to muddy the conversation. To his surprise everyone else was either relaxing elsewhere, or helping out with tasks if they were able to. It was a bit strange the ever earnest Eleanor was watching over a half dead second rate dragon. He found the idea of being indebted to her of all people comical. Especially when he already had to apolog-...

Suddenly Aaxir began shifting as if he had just become possessed in search for something…something important. “I swear if it got lost in the battle I’ll rip that witch to-...Thank god…er Pele...its still here.

(Damn straight)

Understandably, a question mark was practically drawn on Eleanor’s face, I mean Aaxir brooding was normal, but talking to one’s self was still weird no matter the person. “....Eleanor…I’m sorry.”

Aaxir couldn’t help but look away from her as he reached into his pocket to finally transfer the product of Kai’s pestering. If he didn’t apolgize now, he would have to do it eventually and probably in front of EVERYONE. He held it carefully, as if it would shatter under the slightest pressure, flinching at the slightest graze of their hands, and it was only until she took hold of it that he realized how much weight it held. He could hear Kai snickering now. Nevertheless, the gift itself was nothing special. It was a hairpin. The gift was how it was crafted. Aaxir utilized his very own scales, fighting against his pride, and molded it the best he could by the lava he commanded. He was no craftsman, so it was of basic design; however, this seemed to be at the very least equivalent to the humiliation he made her suffer. It was all he could offer, you know…since garlic and onions were low brow apparently.

​

“What I said to you back in the prison…,” Aaxir elaborated before mulling over what to say next. “...You’re strong. I...didn't...I take back what I said.”

A different type of silence took over this time while Aaxir could feel his face living up to his moniker. Aaxir and apology didn't exactly go hand and hand, so this was the best he could come up with. He wanted her to say something…anything. That stupid Kai…he had been wrong about everything. He should have never done anything so ignorant. Without a doubt he should have bought the onions-

Aaxir’s head was forcibly whipped around, successfully ending that thought process. He was now facing Eleanor. Were they always sitting this close? Her eyes appeared to be made of glass…almost as if she would cry any moment; however, he had seen it before, that unwavering look of determination right before she would fell her enemies only. It was like staring into the Sun. What was she going to say? What was she thinking? Aaxir wondered why the hell his heart was racing. Why did he even care what she thought but….had she been secretly pissed this entire time and was finally going to tell him off? Perhaps she hated the gift. Someone like Eleanor…a bloody dagger, or the head of a monster probably would have been better, maybe-

“Look, Aaxir…I want to let you know that I love you…and if we survive this war, I want to be with you.”

Dumbfounded.....It took moments for Aaxir to register what had been said. It was more jarring than their teleportation from the prison to the outside. Part of him questioned if any of this was real. Perhaps it was a final trump card of Morgana’s, similar to Parzival’s. That’s right…had they really won? Maybe this was all an illusion. He had almost hoped it was, but this was real. Eleanor had yet to waiver, pressing him for an answer without saying a word, but how could he respond to this? The entire thing was absurd. What was there to love about him? He had made it abundantly clear how he felt about her race…how he felt about her. Even in the beginning, he had no intention of joining the heroes in the first place. His place was in the pantheon among the legends or world progenitors. At every chance he pushed them all away. Hell…his only friend was Arlux and he was trying to lop her head off every other day. Love? Humans? Ridiculous…if given the chance he could easily claw through her neck with complete apathy.........so why couldn’t he say any of this to her now and why did that thought break h-

“Stop…”

The cracks in his armor had been forming, even before the prison riot. He wondered...when was it that he started smiling during his battles with Arlux? When did he start to worry about the others on the battlefield instead of seeking his own glory. Why did he suddenly feel relieved when he found the he wasn’t nor could he ever be Golroth…The truth was, maybe he didn’t hate her. The truth was, that he felt himself flinch when she spoke. The truth was he nearly reached out and pulled her in…but he was Aaxir the Red…the dragon that would become a god and guide the world right?

“Eleanor, did Kai put you up to this, or was it Kaida? Rohen maybe?” That’s righ, it was an elaborate prank. Aaxir was self aware enough to realize he didn’t always play nice with the others. Maybe they wanted to catch him off guard.

She wasn’t joking.

Perhaps this is why he kept everyone at a distance to the best of his abilities. Why he never let himself get too close to her because maybe he knew….Aaxir’s low growl nearly transformed into a roar as he dealt with his internal struggle. He tried his best to be as intimidating as possible…to push her away.

“Eleanor…I’m a dragon, and you’re human. It can’t happen,” Aaxir said flatly. He reached out to crush the flower he had just given her; however, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Aaxir could never fully commit to his cruelty after all. Many other things were said and for the briefest of seconds there might have even a momentary look of regret before he eventually left her behind yet again.

Aaxir opened his eyes again as they approached the Isles. He would never get used to the raucous cheers, or people chanting his name. Maybe he really was getting soft after all, but this time around…it wasn’t so bad. That’s right…they were gone for an extended period of time. The death of Arlux was probably even more crushing to those without the power to change their circumstance. All of the heroes seemed to be enjoying themselves, particularly Tiberius who would definitely have a career as an entertainer should the hero thing fall through. Aaxir could only shake his head. The slightest of smiles threatening to form on his lips. His eyes then fell on Eleanor, and maybe rested there a bit longer than they should have before he snapped his head around with a handful of curses. After a few days he realized he was in more trouble than he thought. When did I won’t become I can’t?

“Damn it all, Kai…this is your fault….”

***
​

Everyone made their way to the royal library and gave him a rundown of the situation. Aaxir couldn’t help but tell himself “I told you so”. For every victory there was always another problem to take its place. This time in the form of a disease…something you would hardly ever worry about while among gods and champions. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Aaxir didn’t like this man. It felt as if he was speaking behind a mask as he told the truth…partly. I guess liars could spot one another.

“Kai? Well he always looks like that,” Aaxir punctuated with a friendly pat on Kai’s back. Eventually, the chief left them to their own devices. With nothing to do Aaxir considered the usual…training. All of the heroes were rounding back into form; however, what the chief said stuck with him. Even without the blessings of the pantheon, they were a more than formidable bunch. If they could not even take out the hands, how would they hope to defeat the one who killed the mightiest of them all. He could practically hear Tiberius scolding him on the importance of rest coupled with some strange metaphor that Aaxir would later ignore. "Well...don't think I'll be staying in here. I'll scout the area...just in case," Aaxir said with a tinge of frustration. This could be a good time to share information with the others, but he decided to leave that to the more...social members. "If you have any questions ask Fel," Aaxir said to the other heroes while pointing his thumb in Fel's direction.

 

[Nessi]

Eleanor

Eleanor's eyes stared out at the crowd, but the sounds of their cheers felt distant, as if they were underwater. Ever since her conversation with Aaxir, nothing had felt the same since, like the world had lost some color.
Eleanor stepped off of the ship, and could see the faces of allies that she had once thought was lost. She knew that there should be some happiness she’s feeling, but everytime she looked within, all Eleanor found was nothing.
“Is there something you want to talk about?” Paimon's voice chirped.
“You know what I’m thinking about…maybe you can see something that I don’t.” Eleanor snapped.
“Hey, take it easy. I know things have been stressful as of late, but we’ve still got a mission to complete, are you sure you’ll be able to continue?” Paimon asked.
Eleanor was silent for a moment, before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry for the attitude, I’m just having a rough time is all…but I’m more than capable of continuing this mission.” She responded.

After a brief meeting with the Chief of the Isles, Eleanor was at a loss with what to do. She wanted to join Aaxir, and scout out the area ahead, but figured that the last thing he wanted was to spend time with her.
“I’m gonna go train, feel free to join me if you’d like.” Eleanor offered, before exiting the library.

Eleanor had only been to the Isles a few times before the final battle, and then, it wasn’t like she had time to really look around and see the sights. But there was one area she had grown to adore, and that was the training arena used by young mages to settle their disputes, or test out new spells.
“So, since we’re here, I assume that means one thing, you want to spar with little old me, eh?” Paimon chuckled, stretching his arms out.
Eleanor drew her blade, and pointed it at Paimon, a smirk forming on her face. “Let’s just say, I gotta blow off a bit of steam!”

 

[CasualTea]

Rohen Xiong, "The Mad Orca"

Interactions: Nessi (Eleanor)

Mentions: All Heroes + Isles Chief

While Rohen was working to get the last remaining of the wounded off the ship, she caught a glimpse of everyone who remained on the ship. She didn't pay much mind and droned on until the work was finished. However, during one of her trips to return to the ship to get more... “You know what I’m thinking about…maybe you can see something that I don’t.”

Rohen halted and turned her head towards the source of emotion. It was Eleanor snapping at Paimon. “Hey, take it easy. I know things have been stressful as of late, but we’ve still got a mission to complete, are you sure you’ll be able to continue?” Paimon asked. Eleanor was silent for a moment, before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry for the attitude, I’m just having a rough time is all…but I’m more than capable of continuing this mission.” Rohen could only tell she was having a rough time. Of course, it would make sense now that we've come so far only to still be fleeing from the enemy. What should have been a victorious and triumphant return ceremony is currently a retreat to recuperate and buy more time for preparation and replenishment before yet another great battle. Not to mention that they've lost many of their comrades on this journey, especially their leader: Arlux.

Upon entering the royal quarters to greet the chief of the Isles, she was surprised to encounter quite an apathy from them. Not like she expected them to be overly ecstatic like the students who greeted them at the docks but at least make it seem like you want to do this. Later on though, his apparent lack of interest would make sense as he went on about his excuses. When magical weapons you lent out to a group of rag-tags fall into enemy hands, when one of your top students willingly got in bed with the enemy and a disease ravages your people... It would make sense that he would not have the energy to cater to them.

Though it'll take a few days before they went to the well again, Rohen thought it a good time to maybe get to know the heroes who just now joined them and how their missions went. But Eleanor looked like she was going over a rough patch. She wasn't sure why, but if she was going to the training grounds... Wouldn't a different sparring partner help them perhaps?

She couldn't help but tail them to the training ground. On the way, she lit up a smoke and puffed one out. Taking a little bit of the edge off. Once she got to the training grounds though, seems she was right. Something to blow off some steam and release some pent up frustrations. She knows she has her own baggage of something similar. She took some of her water and formed it into a sword while being quite a distance from Eleanor and Paimon. "What's attacking your teammates going to do?" Tiamat inquired, knowing full well what Rohen's intent was. "Just... doing the same." She said. "Hey El, catch." She called out with a grin on her face as she threw the sword haphazardly directly towards Eleanor's direction. It was thrown in a way where the sword rotated on an axis somewhere in the middle of the blade so it became a sort of flying disk hurling towards Eleanor.

Don't panic, it's not that sharp. In fact, it was quite blunt and unfortified that if it did make impact, it would just behave like normal water. It'll get someone wet, like someone threw a full bucket's worth of water at someone for whatever reason. She just thought she'd throw Eleanor a surprise attack, maybe give her a different opponent today rather than keep fighting Paimon. Now, was Rohen just out of her mind? Most likely. Head empty, just wanted to annoy Eleanor a bit while maybe giving her a chance to vent to a fellow teammate.

Whether she tried catching it or dodging it, the result wouldn't change. She felt that someone needed to keep Eleanor company. Just someone other than Paimon. Just something about Eleanor's mood needed another human's understanding or company. "I know I'm probably the last person you'd expect to see today. But I think you got something you wanna get off your chest." She stated. "I can offer you a moment to ventilate out anything on your mind or we can duke it all out until you feel right." She said as she held her sword but kept the sheathe on. She spoke an incantation which coated the entire sword with water and hardened its surface. Almost like it was locking its form together, seems she wasn't intent on drawing her blade and rather will make do with a blunt object if they began swinging. She didn't want to hurt Eleanor and it'll be training for Rohen to learn how to dodge by herself. She's good at dodging attacks but lately... That final battle exhaustion and prison fatigue must've hindered her body lots. It was time she'd whip herself back into shape or let someone do the whipping for her.

"Don't hold back, yeah?"

 

[Nano]

Enthyskana Rhoda

Interactions: Dovinique (Mei), Midrick (Arrian)

Taken aback by the intensity of Mei’s grip, Enthy remained stock still within her friend’s tight hug. Slowly, with an unusual degree of hesitance, she raised her own arms in an attempt to reciprocate the embrace, but she flinched back the moment her fingertips fell upon the soft fabric of Mei’s robes. With a sharp breath, she finally wound her arms around her friend’s back, clenching the clothes upon her back in a death grip between her fingers, as if she were afraid Han Xiangzi’s hero would disappear if she let go.

“Mhm…”

Enthy said softly, her voice a hardly audible whisper,

“We’re back.”

The young dragon didn’t mind the subtle, growing dampness on the shoulder upon which her dear friend’s tears fell, instead closing her eyes to soak in all that she’d missed in five months. Her body remained rigid, vigilant and refusing to relax, not until she took in the brunette’s scent, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the soft whisper brushing past the crook of her neck, and everything that was distinctly Mei. This time, she was real. Unlike the fallen heroes who would no longer answer the questions she accidentally asked the ghosts of her past, the friend she hadn’t seen in so long was here in the flesh, warm and with a heart that thrummed with the sound of life.

“I’m back,”

Enthy repeated, this time to convince herself that she was allowed this brief moment of peace. Seeing that Mei had yet to release her hold, the dragon chuckled softly.

“If you cry any more, your eyes will melt.”

“You’re lucky you still look pretty when you cry,”

Enthy said jokingly whilst raising her head to look up towards Cú Chulainn’s hero.

“Don’t you agree, Arrian?”

Though impulse attempted to move her into reaching for the taller man as well, Mei held her in a suffocatingly tight grip, and the dragon wasn’t sure if her friend would mind if her feet suddenly lost contact with the floor. Instead, she struggled with her words, scrambling for some manner of breaking the ice.

“Lord Cú Chulainn hasn’t been nagging you too much, has he?”

 

[DSLIX]

Chrome Van Der Linde

Zariel Nessi

Chrome meditated most of the trip to the Isles. Using this time to self-reflect and find some resolve in his reason for fighting due to being shaken up by his encounter with the beast. Ever since the prison incident his being feeling a sense of disconnect when it came to the world around him. He questioned himself during his meditation letting his anxiety and worry turn into focus as he delves his own mind for answers "Is it time to move on? If they find out would they still look at me the same or deem me too dangerous? Kai won't change but most of the others aren't so sympathetic." Eventually though a though just popped in his mind and he smirked slightly at it "To conquer the beast I must conquer my blood." It was like a wave of enlightenment hit him at this thought. Vampires are a creature that exclusively can bend and change the properties of blood at will. So much so that there is even a common and royal class of vampires based on abilities and potential. If he has the same blood of one of the strongest yet evil vampires known in existence then the secret of the beast and the power it holds over him is all hidden for him to find in his blood. After finishing his few days of meditation, Chrome mainly sat at the edge of the ship subtly studying his blood as he tests the limits of control he has by dispersing the blood into smaller particles eventually learning to make his blood take a mist like form. Though by the time he gets to try any more tricks the spotter calls out to warn that we're approaching the dock which Chrome merely sat and watched as they pulled in to the large dock with a crowd of excited and cheering people celebrating the return of the great heroes......or whatever image they had of Chrome and them. He cared little for his reputation as its had its own highs and lows over the years. He merely stares around either off into the distance or into the crowd unable to meet eyes with most people due to them avoiding his stone-faced and cold gaze he was currently adorning.



Chrome only helped the most urgent and injured soldiers out of the ship while slipping away from the crowd ready to fly off when he noticed the Chief of The Isles approach and greet the heroes along with a few old faces that makes Chrome half-convinced to stay and socialize. Though after hearing the words and situation of the isles his stone-faced expression returns. Chrome merely shrugs at the impression the current chief is giving as he acts as about as shitty as he looks to Chrome. Chrome immediately flies off towards the center of the city at a blinding speed looking around the city as he prowls for The Astral Archive deep in the city as he knows that’ll have a good answer for him. Quickly finding his destination he glides down and lands in a sudden yet loud manner as the ground cracks underneath his feet from the speed he lands at. He looks around with a quiet but unfriendly glare to shoo off anybody nearby who may have a though about saying anything to him before walking into the large and somewhat familiar library. He greeted the old librarian with a kind smile as he recognized the woman from his last visit here. Deciding to spark up some small talk to leave a good impression and get information on the library itself.



Soon Chrome gets the info he wanted and leaves to roam the long and labyrinth like halls of the library. He looks through a few isles and even uses his wings to fly up to the higher shelves to pick out books about physiology, magic theory, and even hematology. As he finally makes his way to a table to read, Chrome comes across a familiar scent which causes him to casually stalk through the library tracking it down to find Inanna’s hero in her own secluded corner of the archive doing her own studies. Subtly surprised he approaches the dragoness with a warm smile as he greets her “Lady Azaera? What a pleasant sight for sore eyes, hopefully you been as fine as you look.“ He takes a seat across from her and cracks open one of his own books seemingly the one about hematology. He looks up at her after quickly reading the first two pages saying “I apologize if I’m intruding on you. I know we aren’t too close but in these times staying together will only make us stronger no? I talk too much though as this a library not a place for a happy reunion. So to make it simple, its damn good to see you.“ Chrome flashes another smile before letting himself get engrossed with his book again quickly becoming comfortable as he leans back to balance his chair at a dangerous angle as he reads.

 

[Steve Jobs]

Title of Song

Freyr Stormsurge

Mentions: Chief Nohea Keli'i, The heroes, kinda

"We've got ten more for ye." An Elven woman announced, walking into the room with an arm full of swords.

"Put them with the others,"

grumbled one, Freyr Stormsurge as he hammered away at his soon-to-be new claymore.

Having been injured during battle, Freyr had been taken back to the Isles and put to work managing weapons production once he recovered. Under Kagatsuchi's tutelage and that of the Isles' weaponsmiths, he not only improved on his weapon making, but found an apprentice to deal with the forge's upkeep.

"Oi Freyr! The heroes! They've returned!" the same woman called out before bursting through his door once more.

Goodness. How long had it been since he last seen them? How long had it been since they saw peace? Though he hadn't known Arlux personally, her death was undeserved. She'd been nothing but the paragon of justice, a warrior for the ages. In a fair world, her duel with Emperor Tiryan would have been the end of the war but their realm was not so. Instead, everyone had to press on in her honor and the surviving heroes had to recoup their losses.

"...So are you gonna see them?"

Freyr shook his head, heating up his hammer before flattening the blade before him.

"They shouldn't be seeing anyone if they're as badly injured as rumors suggest."

"Well, the jokes on you eh? The Chief has got a summons for you!" She grinned before holding out a note.

Then why bother asking?

he thought before setting down his equipment.

Instantly, the forge went dark, flames snuffed out before the messenger could even say a word.

"I...are you sure you don't need someone to take over while you're gone?"

"You aren't ready yet. Sweep the floors and reorganize the stock while I'm at the meeting.

"Awww, fine," she sighed.

Once Freyr arrived at the royal quarters, he greeted the chief with a nod and listened as Nohea recapped the current situation. Beyond being a hero, he saw no reason to attend the meeting given that most of the chief's business was related to the team's recent activities. He had no interest in what happened there while he was in the Isles, even if he was expected to venture with these people later.

The only noteworthy news was the existence of a disease spreading in some of the islands. Even that elicited little more than a lazy wave from the Isles' supposed ruler. It was a wonder, he hadn't been overthrown by someone more competent.

"If anyone requires their weapons to be repaired drop them off at my workshop in the center of town,"

he announced before taking his leave.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

The soothing wind had quieted down swiftly as they went into the walking streets that wound about through the Isles, its ivory surface sturdy and clean. Unlike the flying ship, the lanes running between the merchant stalls and product-peddlers and the high towers were packed, almost full with the bustle of the Islanders' day to day activities. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of people moved to and fro, hands sometimes occupied with baskets, or silken folds, or tools, or children less than a revolution old. A few pressed around Tiberius, Kai, and Kaida presenting colorful-clad puddles, dressed as they were in Island's native homespun. The men wore vibrant waistcoats over plain short-sleeved shirts with cloth-tied around their waists, while the women wore multi-patterned dresses with floral designs down the length. Some, of course, walked with canes or supported like Kai was now. They received looks, though almost none bearing glaring hostility or barely-contained disgust, but mostly idle curiousity or subdued awe. Tiberius let a smile play on his scarred features, reflecting the warming sun rays that lit up his face.

Despite their travelling, he needed to lead his friend to a place to properly rest — already thinking of remedies to hasten his recovery. "You'll get your rest soon, Kai." Tiberius said, seeking to reassure the exhausted medic's weary mind. "

Hey, you, heroes!" A voice brought him up short just before they had entered a building, half-turning in the direction of words. A young, lively student dressed in the academy's heraldry stopped them in their tracks, bringing message that the chief had wished to meet with them post-haste. A flicker of irritation seemed to cross Tiberius' face, the corners of his eyes growing taut as he looked at the student. But accepted the decision, in fact, the gladiator should've expected this upon their timely arrival.

Directed by the messenger, Tiberius arrived at Chief Keli'i's esteemed royal quarters, recalling their last visitation to the man's dwellings. In spite of the feigned politeness, Tiberius could plainly see the disinterested regard to which he held the heroes. He could not find fault, though the gladiator preferred when dissatisfaction was not hidden behind the curtain of niceties and impartial facades. His azure eyes fixed the man. Offering sincerities, apologies, and assessment of their latest acts. The mention of a disease, so dismissively, snatched the gladiator's undivided attention. The tongue-slip made him err cautiously about Nohea's further judgement.

He almost struggled to recall the last time they've crossed paths with the Isles' Chief, instead deciding to leave memories bygone. His gentle grip fell away from Kai's form, letting the Heroes' vixen take full care of the wounded, tired medic for now. "Suzu," He turned to Kaida. "Finish finding a place for Kai to rest, I will acquire a few things to ease his recovery." Tiberius said, stepping after Eleanor from the royal office.

Tiberius cracked his neck side to side, finding an uncomfortable ache stretching through his muscles. He felt something brush him. A reminder, the solid weight of the knight's fractured helm strapped to his hip, cold against his thigh. He could feel the icy metal beneath his fingers, lifting the large helm before him. Freyr's suggestion came to mind immediately, the Knight would've wanted to not let his vestige go to waste as a memento. A dry smile came to rest on Tiberius' thin lips as he undid the helmet's straps.

The helm sat in the bend of the gladiator's arm, heading to Freyr's smithy. He dropped off the piece of armour to the bubbly Elven woman, Freyr's apprentice he guessed with instructions for Kagutsuchi's hero for restoration and refitting.

With one small errand completed, Tiberius found his way to the stalls again; particularly those in the market for herbalism. Tiberius stood quietly, eyes scanning the crates and pickets filled or lined with flowers, leaves, roots, barks, herbs. He reached down, remembering the harsh writings and harder teachings of his mentor in the Coliseum that marked most of his waking moments. Picking out the ingredients, Tiberius voiced his gratitude and coin forwarded to the merchant. He spun, beginning to walk through a thin crowd that gathered in the bazaar's lane. Gently pushing past the islanders, just in time to see an unlikely duo coalesce in the crowd-choked street. Aaxir The Red Dragon, and barely visible behind him, Nel, the sickly sweet fae with a sweeter miasma about her, almost hidden amidst the people, were it not for her bright markings. Tiberius breathed, almost surprised by the sight alone. Their paths will let them meet soon. He wondered where they could be going.


Interactions: Beann (Kaida), Bloody_Death (Kai),
Mentions: Steve Jobs (Freyr), Nessi (Ele), LazyDaze (Aaxir), and Dawnsx (Nel)

 

[LazyDaze]

AAXIR THE RED

Interactions: Dawnsx
Mentions: Nessi



Scouting was simply the pretext. He needed some time away from the party in order to think; he had been doing that a lot lately. Deep down, he knew something was happening. Slowly, but faster than he would like, the walls he had worked so hard to build were beginning to fall one by one like an array of dominoes. However, discarding your past and all that made you who you were today was easier said than done. If he were to let his ideals go he would return to the dragon staring at his reflection in the lake, decades of hatred and perseverance would essentially be wasted. Aaxir could no longer deny the fact that he was geniunely conflicted, and more terrifying than facing off against Golroth, he had no idea where to step next. The path before him had always been so clear despite the many obstacles that lie therein, but now there was a dense fog covering his future self as he levitated across an ever expanding chasm. "What should I do now?" There was only one way to cure the healing of his scars. He would have to leave the party.

"And so the moody dragon departed...brooding across the skies, across cities, in high places, in low places-"

"Stop that."

"Little did he know that matters of the heart were not easily remedied by solitude and-"

"Knock it off Pele."

"However, his complete devotion to the most bountiful, and beautiful goddess of the entire pantheon cured him of his-"

"Hell no."

"WELL...That was certainly faster than usual."

"That's because you are up to something and I'm stopping it."

"Silly Aaxir. I am Tutu Pele...the goddess of volcanoes, beauty, benevolence and grandeur NOT Pele the goddess of ice and trickery, read the descriptions darling. I am merely practicing becoming your conscience. It's clear yours is about as useful as the doctors in this city. When do we depart by the way? This place makes me want to accidentally cause an eruption."

"Pele, I already know what you're getting at, and we're not having the conversation."

"THE conversation? My, whatever do you mean? Do I need an ulterior motive to speak with mywhiddlegwumpydoofus."

"You're feigning ignorance."

"Feigning ignorance? Ooh, someone must have been reading Fel's books. I'm so proud of you."

"Whatever."

Aaxir's tactic this time was to ignore the volcanic goddess. Letting her prattle off an assortment of casual banter laced with carefully placed insults. It was easy to get away from the party; however, he would be stuck with Pele no matter where he went.

"Oh my, what is Eleanor doing here?"

“Ele-” Aaxir said, whipping his head around...but, it was too small, too bright, and there was a stench of death and peppermint about her. “What the..Nel?! You expect me to believe you confused Eleanor with Nel?” Aaxir immiedietly turned to arrest Pele, who was now pretending to groom her nails, with his gaze until she broke the silence between the two.

"Why are you giving me that look? A goddess like me has no time to learn the names of insignificant peasants. Eleanor, Neleanor, Feleanor, Kai, Kai with extra letters and Enthusiastika how am I supposed to remember the history of the world AND meaningless names. It's simply too much on my delicate shoulders. I can't help but feel a bit under appreciated."

Aaxir couldn't help but sigh, there was no winning with Tutu Pele. She was definitely up to something, but for now he had to figure out what Nel wanted. Nel was definitely one of the more...noticeable members of the party, seeing as how many tip toed around her. He wasn’t as afraid of her as much as the others, but her very existence could only be described as ridiculously jarring. So jarring that he couldn't help but smile when he saw how fast her wings were beating in order to keep up with him. Do not misunderstand, the champion of death and cavities could never be taken lightly, but even Aaxir could admire how free she seemed while being cemented in her convictions, blissfully unaware how opposed others were. Nevertheless, there was something sad and sinister about it all at the same time. All in all, it brings one back to square one...jarring.

Aaxir slowed down and eventually descended down to the shock of the citizens immediately around him. A trademarked glare was enough to keep them at bay before turning his attention back to the Shiva's hero once she landed.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were behind me. Did you need me for something, or are you….actually here to scout the area?”

He couldn't see Nel actually being that dutiful, but to that note...how well did Aaxir know Nel, or any of the heroes honestly. Hell, Aaxir was only out here partially because he needed to clear his head; however, he was interested in the hidden plight of the city for his own eyes. There seemed to be a lot more going on under the surface than the heroes were lead to believe. They had more important things to do, but it wouldn't hurt to do a little investigating.


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NOTE: I think I'll let Nel be the one to see Tib??? LOL Didn't want to do too many actions before you get to post. I can always edit if you want me to take us to him as well.