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Fantasy The Blood Price, An Adventurer's Guild

Ava'ramira Ren
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Ava brushed off Courn's congratulations, for a few moments keeping an eye on Liam in case the young man was inclined to attempt to punch the older again, though at the sudden opening, pulsing portal, her attention shifted. The woman who appeared immediately unsettled her- tall, beautiful, and radiating power. Ava shuffled backward to fall in line with Liam, glancing up to her fellow traveler.

Following the pair's excited storytelling, Ava simply inclined her head to Willet at the introduction and said no more as they entered the city and wound down its streets and through the market. Skeptical of most magics, Ava kept a close watch on her purse and made eye contact with no one, instead taking in the details of the place. Bright, bustling, and jam-packed, she could easily make comfortable earnings here... You don't do that anymore, Ava. She mentally kicked herself- despite being accepted into the Blood Price, she was accepted for her skills as a thief and still thought like one. Suddenly the dark corners of the square, the window ledges and climbing holds faded as she lowered her gaze with a small sigh, shoulders drooping under her cloak. She barely noticed anything else of the city until they entered the atrium.

If not already dwarfed by most people, the grandeur of the space certainly made her feel extremely small. Those already gathered watched the quartet, gazes Ava met in turn, looking them all over as well. At Willena's comment and the gentle wack, Ava recoiled, wanting to disappear in the depths of her cloak. For a moment, she considered vanishing herself then and there, but instead simply grumbled under her breath about the city and remained where she stood, visible. Then it was more following, down the stairs, down into darkness... She immediately felt at ease, passing in and out of torchlight as those up ahead talked, quietly giving her name as Ren when introductions were exchanged. Finally they reached a door which opened to yet another sight that would remain her memory- great crystal roots. She knew not what they spoke of with collecting crystals, didn't entirely trust the intense magical aura enough to go touch it... but advanced with Liam regardless. Face aglow in the crystal light, a sudden voice from behind startled her away from the tree. Ava whirled around, eyes growing wide at the grotesque sight.

Liam and the bard, Peri, both moved forward in a flash as blades were brought out shining- both Liam's and Ava quickly unsheathed her own. The pair of knives glittered dangerously in the light of the crystal tree. The limb crashed overhead, showering them with stone and Ava narrowed her eyes. The most damage she could do would have to come from behind. That meant getting around it- without getting hit as she also knew her fragile body couldn't take a whole lot. One shot. With a barely audible woosh, Ava vanished from sight.

And almost instantly, she returned to view, muttering a curse as she fought to regain her vision- the brief instance of focusing on a monster and trying to cast had shot pain through her body. Old-fashioned then. Trusting the darkness, Ava darted to the side to press into the thick shadows as she advanced, sprinting to get around behind the monster as those in the front distracted it. On the pass by, she swooped to her left, closer to the beast and thrust out her hand to drag her knife across its legs, hoping to at least get a good nick on one on the pass. Once behind the monster, she started searching frantically for some way to climb up the walls of the cavernous space, but in the darkness couldn't find a good enough hold. So Ava turned her attention back to the monster.

Attack: 18
Defense: 16 (13 +3 for having 10 on Dex if I read the system right?)​
 
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Grace looked like a children hearing a fairy tale as Willena answered both her and Peri’s questions. The idea of having your whole life surrounded by magic felt amazing, even more with a rank that made a whole city look up to you. Despite all this she frowned when the high mage talked about the risks of using magic without control since it reminded her of the fight at the inn. Catching Peri’s quick glance didn’t help either since she most likely thought the same thing “I know, I know.” She said in a low tone, mostly towards her teammate.

Suddenly a portal opened at their back and from it a group of four people appeared. She instantly recognized Willet but had no idea who the other three were. She moved her chair a little towards the bard, apparently not pleased to see new faces in the room. While Willena spoke with the newly arrived guests Grace decided to take a quick glance in her new book. Not enough to learn anything but more than enough to get her excited about it once again. Finally it seemed like it was time to leave so she stood up and followed the rest of the group. As the witch explained the situation about the newcomers the young mage got annoyed. “I feel a bit scammed; I hate recommendations. “ Whispered Grace so only the bard could hear it. When the man now known as Courn congratulated them she just answered with a confident smile, it looked like passing the trial really was the real deal. Finally she decided to introduce herself “Hi, my name is Grace Eliria and…” Grace was about to say something not quite friendly towards Liam and Ren but quickly remembered who she was with, specially the high mage. She inhaled deeply and continued … “And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

After reaching their destination Grace moved away and stood beside Peri as the other two received their crystal and was clearly not prepared for the abomination that suddenly appeared into the room. The young mage froze a few seconds before letting her instincts take over and began to move around the creature. As she moved Grace left a huge sigh of relief when she saw how the large man saved her teammate’s life in the last second, watching Peri die was a big one of her not-to-do list. Finally she reached a perfect spot, with the monster in front of her and both Liam and the bard in safe range. “Aye aye ma’am!” Yelled Grace as she began pouring mana into her staff. Unlike with the fight at the inn or the Minotaur this time the small girl didn’t just want to defeat the creature, she knew that something like this had to be exterminated without a trace left. It was time to see how much stronger she had grown and how much better the new instrument from Peri was.

Dust began to circle around Grace as her cast continued, mana flowing so fast that her weapon began to vibrate. The shine coming from it kept getting stronger every second as her body started to show the signs of the stress being applied to it. Her hands began to shake, her body began to hurt all over but she needed to hold just a little longer. “Quick feet, get out of there!” Grace screamed towards Ren, making sure to still hold control of her spell. Her voice alerted the monster from her presence and quickly moved one of its limbs towards the elementalist. For a moment her fear almost made her cancel and spell and jump away but it wasn’t enough, her mind still concentrated on the flow of mana. Finally the spell reached its maximum point and without wasting a moment the girl pointed it towards her enemy and the limb just about to impale her.

“Fireball ‘Shot’! ” She yelled from the bottom of her soul as a massive orb of flames was launched out of her staff. The attack first meet the monster’s horrific limb which was pushed away as if it was made of cotton. Clearly the creature didn’t expect this and was unable to do anything else before the spell reached its body, causing a huge explosion. The dust on the floor was raised and pushed away as the strength of the attack also generated a huge wave of wind coming from the center.

The spell also had an effect on Grace, pushing her against a wall. She was breathing heavily and the leather around her staff appeared to be burnt in multiple places and at least she was still standing. After watching the spell effects she could guess the monster was still alive, otherwise the limb would have turned to ashes on contact with the orb but for sure it must have hurt to be hit by that, a fact that caused her face to be covered by a proud smile.

Attack: 20+3
Defense: 20
 
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The monster’s attack was deflected by Liam’s well-timed parry leading to the limb to be lodged into the ceiling of the rocky corridor. Liam’s counter managed to score a deep cut on the limb but there was no reaction from the spider creature.

It also felt Ava’s slash to its other leg though it did not sense the smaller girl’s presence. Wildly, it slashed about with one limb in attempt to score a lucky hit, that was when it sensed the dangerous aura building before it. The monster tried to evade but it suddenly found its limbs tethered and anchored to the walls by thin wire, Courn mysteriously absent from the back of the group.

The monster let out a foul inhuman multi-voiced screech as the fireball made contact. The attack resulted in a large explosion, the walls, floor, and ceiling scorched and blackened.

In the next moment, Courn was back next to Willet and Willena with Ava under his arms; he had managed to retrieve and protect the young thief from Grace’s explosive spell.

“Watch your magic, foolish child,” Willet scorned Grace.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the monster hung from its limbs, the body of the assistant also limp and burned beyond any recognition. From the unhinged jaw the monster uttered the words “Die. Die. Finally. In reach. All die. Die. Die”

Courn stood, patting Ava on the head as he slipped his wire into one of his pouches. Willet moved to the head of the group, barking “move aside,” as she passed the injured Peri and exhausted Grace. She nudged beyond Liam who still held his defensive stance and got a closer inspection of the creature.

The monster tried to move in its binding, creaking and cracking, the wires tightening around its limbs as it did. Again, it did not seem to feel any pain or express any emotion aside from its desire to kill.

“How did a darkfiend get here?” she pondered aloud.

Suddenly, the monster stopped its uttering and locked onto Willena. From the assistant’s open maw it spat a dark viscous ooze at the High Mage, falling limp as if dead right after. Willena, with practiced ease, raised her staff before her and caught the projectile midair with force magic. The ooze seemed to try to launch and grasp onto the next nearest living creature in a wild, desperate manner.

“Fascinating,” Willena said approaching the vile ooze. As she did, the ooze got more visceral in its attempt to latch onto her. “It must be some sort of parasitic darkfiend. Willet,” she called to her daughter. As if she knew what to do, Willet vanished beyond a portal, taking the now deceased spider monster and the ooze with her.

“Rest easy,” she addressed the group, approaching the fallen Peri. The High Mage placed a hand on Peri’s ankle to heal it enough for her to walk comfortably again. She turned to Courn and gave him a knowing look. The slender man nodded and gestured toward Ava and Liam for them to continue their commencement.

“Not quite the ceremony as it was before, but at least it is memorable. Go on, place a hand on the tree.”

As they successively touched the crystal tree, a shot of red energy flowed from the roots upward toward the top of the magical tree. Willena had already vanished from sight so it was up to Courn to guide them back up the stairwell.

“What are darkfiends doing this far north, I wonder. And how did they manage to infiltrate Ondora?” Courn pondered as the group ascended. “The boys in Torn manage to keep them at bay for all these years, maybe they’re just getting sloppy.” He shook his head. “No, that’s not right. There is something else going on here.” Courn could sense the confusion in the air as he was talking to himself and elaborated.

“Yes, of course most of you do not know of darkfiends. They are probably creatures your mums told you about to get you to brush your teeth at night.

To the south, in the Darklands, roam the darkfiends. They are foul creatures with hardened black bodies like steel armor. They only desire to kill, except this one seemed to want the crystal tree. It is strange. I have never seen a darkfiend fight with such an objective before.

We do not know much about them, to be honest. Many that manage to venture in the Darklands never return and the ones that do are traumatized. Maybe it is time we make another trip…” Courn mulled to himself.

The group had reached the High Mage’s office with the sight of several new faces in uniform with Willem at the head. There was a heated discussion between him and his mother. At their sight, Willem dropped the topic and forced a smile.

“Welcome back. Courn, it is good to see you again.”

“The same to you, Willem. This is Ava’ramira Ren and Liam Ravus.” Courn leaned in and whispered to the pair, “This is Willena’s son.”

“Congratulations to you both,” Willem said with a bow. He extended his hand to each of them and gave them their red crystals. “I’m sure you both will make fine adventurers. It is rare to have four in one day let alone two on recommendation.”

Willem turned to his mother. “It will be as we discussed, then,” he said turning and exiting with his men. Willena gave a heavy sigh as if dealing with a stubborn child.

“What a day,” she said falling into her seat, hands rubbing her temples. “I have notified the best inn to give you all accommodations for the evening. I do hope a good night’s rest will do you well after the ordeal you’ve been through.”

Courn bowed his head at the kind gesture. “Thank you, High Mage. We will put it to good use. Come along,” he nodded to the newly founded adventurers. Willena made a portal that exited to the outside of the Ixum.

As he exited the portal, Courn gave a long stretch, reaching his arms into the sky and took in a big breath of air that he immediately began coughing up.

“Excuse me. Dealing with the noble can be so…,” he paused. “taxing. Thanks to the High Mage though, we can stay in the nicest inn in Ondora, which we will happily decline. Too stuffy and much too bothersome so the likes of us. No, we will be staying at a place more suitable.” Courn reached into his pouch and tossed a small coin purse to each of them. “A small gift from the Broker. And also some of it belonging to you to begin with. Sorry, Ava and Liam. Go explore the town, enjoy your evening as newfound adventurers. When you’re ready, come find me at the Three Brooms by the city gates.” With that, Courn turned and left toward the marketplace, blending into the crowd effortlessly. “Congratulations, again!”

In their purses, they would find easily over 500 gold, enough to purchase any necessary equipment and then have some left over. More than enough for a good night out. Come the morning, they would start their new lives as adventurers and face the forming darkness looming over Avarice.

PART I COMPLETE​

GM NOTE That will officially conclude Part I of The Blood Price, our new adventurers receiving their adventuring crystals! Thanks for tagging along on this RP with me for so long, everyone. You can end your posts with your characters exploring Ondora and acquiring anything you might want or need. Feel free to take the time to enrich your character's backstory or explore their interests. End your post with them arriving at the Three Brooms inn.
 
Ondora, known as the mythical magic city, is true to its splendorous name. From the cobbled city streets to the shingled roofs, Ondora was the exemplification of magic.

Outside of the busy marketplace, Ondora had much to offer, shops that wouldn’t try to pinch your pocket or sell false promises. No, the true city of magic was in the side streets, the places one would never find by looking, but only by magical sense, instinct, or luck.

One such establishment had no sign, no marker of its existence aside from an all black door. This door was tucked back deep in an alley after twisting and turning your way through the streets. It was known as Hobble. Inside this establishment, a variety of magical goods awaited those that could find its door. Potions - true potions - could be found at Hobble, ones that kept to their promises of strength, of love, of clairvoyance. Books with no titles bound shut to protect its contents were tucked neatly away; brooms with wills of their own and could not be tamed rattled chained against the walls; magical creatures shook in their cages; and a cloaked woman sat behind a counter ready to deal.

That is the underside of Ondora’s city streets. Much of Ondora would be considered normal as things go. Fine cuisine could be had in some of the wealthier districts, magicians preparing food with flair, and of course, spells. Wine would keep glasses full whenever it was rested, orbs of lights would dance between tables providing ambiance and also peaceful music to match the tone. It goes without saying that the food would be world-class. Meats that melt, vegetables crisp and rich, and with desserts so flavorful it would be like describing a color.

Books on over-the-counter magic were abundant. Simple things like creating a small ember, being able to detect true north, and other simple household spells could be purchased.

Of course there were common good stores with simple wares and items. Bandages, blankets, ropes, and the like were still readily available in Ondora.

The only stores not in the city of magic were ones selling martial weapons. In the city of magic, sword and arrows were considered barbaric in nature. There were no merchants selling the common blade, no workers mending armor, and no one generally to buy them. There were those that promised enchanted weapons but they were more likely lies than truth. For a truly special weapon, everyone knew you would have to go to the city of Core where weapons and equipment were its speciality.

As night falls upon Ondora, magicians go and light the streets with a simple photon spell, orbs of light acting as street lights to protect the people from the dark. The cobblestones glow an unobtrusive blue that creates a very calm and peaceful atmosphere. Most spectacularly, the trees surrounding the city also light a faint glow, shining brilliantly upon the colored towers of the Ixum.

This is a city of peace and the people embody that feeling. Kids roam freely and without worry of attack from strangers. Crime is nearly non-existent unless you count those foolish enough to purchase marketplace goods a crime. The city of magic is one of a kind and its people just the same.

At the Three Brooms, Courn sat with a shapely witch, her witch’s hat cast aside, long brown hair down and flowing, much like the wine. Laughter filled the room and the night passed well for the spindly man.

In her personal quarters, tucked within her own plane, Willet fretted over the parasitic darkfiend, still trapped and volatile in its forcefield prison. The body of the assistant, though horrific, had provided much. But what it revealed was not pleasant, not one bit.

In the end, this day would be one our adventurers would remember for the rest of their lives, and the rest of the world would remember as the day darkness rose.

GM Note Here is the setup for the side story. I look forward to what you all come up with.
 
As Courn handed over the hefty purse, Liam looked over at Ava with a smile on his face. “Looks like we made it, Ava. Glad to have made the journey with a staunch one as yourself.”

With her hood up, Ava’s face was easily shrouded from plain view when she answered. “I agree. I look forward to our partnership, Liam,” she replied plainly. Her voice went up just a little, perhaps in anticipation, as she continued, “What I look forward to most, however, is that inn that was mentioned.”

Still smiling, Liam turned to the other two, Grace and Peri. “And what of you two? I’m sure you have a story or two to tell on the topic of your travel and tests? Would you care to join us on this impromptu exploration of the town?”

Grace looked a tad flat, if not annoyed, but Peri opened her mouth quickly and in a bright voice said, “I’m sure I would love to! So much has happened, you wouldn’t believe it. And what’s this about you two being recommended? How does that even happen? Wait… do you have history with the guild? Or are you well connected? Anyway, glad to meet you properly, this time.” She waved happily and the tiny contraption on her shoulder mimicked her movements flawlessly, even finishing with a little bow as it nudged Peri’s temple. “Ah, yes, this is Lionel, the perfect little flaw in my life.”

“He seems… useful, I suppose?” answered Liam tentatively.

Lionel made a rude gesture and brought its hands up. “I stand corrected, it seems. He is useful,” finished Liam.

Grace muttered something under her breath as she looked away, though not quite quietly enough. “We’re not going to ignore what we just saw, Grace,” said Peri matter-of-factly. “But you know how Wiley Willet gets when he poke our noses in her business.”

“I wouldn’t mind some of that business,” mumbled Liam absentmindedly before realizing he had spoken aloud. Embarrassed, he smirked at the ground, blushing slightly as he kicked a loose pebble.

The three women looked up at Liam, each with an unnerving look in their eyes. Trapped and feeling oddly nervous, Liam took a breath to try to avoid any further embarrassment but was cut off by a rather obviously excited Peri. “You might want to get in line, big guy,” she said with a heartfelt laugh. Even little Lionel was pointing and shaking his head. “This is, however, a chip I will relentlessly use whenever I feel like it and as a first part of cashing in said chip, I vote that the big one buys us all a treat before we head out for some much needed shopping!”

The three women agreed whole-heartedly, and Liam found far too many hands to ignore pushing him in the back towards the nearest store that looked like food may be had. Resignedly, he sighed and went along with them, thinking to himself how he went from a home dominated by the father figure to being in a group where he had so easily given three women such leverage over him.

Ava seemed to be warming up, just a little, though she had yet to remove her hood. Liam remembered that it had taken some time for her to let down her hood while they travelled together. Perhaps she took her time with these things and it seemed best not to force her. Grace, from what little he had seen, seemed somewhat quiet, perhaps even miffed at something, but the blast of flame that had rushed past him had been proof enough that her power was one to be respected and guarded, so he would do so. Peri and Lionel, well, they seemed a friendly bunch, though he had not expected any less from a bard and her companion. Doubtless, there would be many tall tales she would happily share.

Liam was firmly set down in a chair and listened to the three women place their orders with an extremely well dressed young man. He couldn’t think of anything he might need to buy at this point, bar perhaps a new rucksack, which had gotten a little the worse for wear over the course of Courn’s crucible. Maybe even some new clothes, he mused as their dishes were placed in front of them. He took no part in the conversation that followed, instead looking around at the other customers, happily enjoying their drinks and food as he mused on whether or not he would find anything he actually liked in this city. People here seemed to have a certain fashion sense, wavy and elegant, which clashed tremendously with his notion of practicality and durability. He made up his mind to keep an eye open for a store selling leather clothing, a rucksack and perhaps a pair of boots should his coin reach that far.

As he mused, he noticed that the pie he had ordered was missing a good few chunks and the three girls were looking supremely innocent. He also noticed that the bill had been set on the table and he sighed. Perhaps boots would have to wait, after all.
 
To say the least, the meal they ate was one of the best Peri had ever eaten in her life. Compared to weeks on the road where they ate either whatever they managed to hunt or whatever stale bread was provided to them, the food of Ondora was basically nirvana. The fact that there would be no dent in her own wallet this time it might have helped as well.

In the relatively short time they had spent at the table thus far, the four slowly started to warm up to each other, at least a little. Peri had slowed down with her usual sharp-tongued comments (at least for now) and Grace was starting to become more tolerant of their new companions than she was previously. Ava, though still the more quiet one, was at least more relaxed and Liam seemed to have come to terms with being overcome by the three girls who left his newly procured gold at the mercy of the food prices.

After they had finished a good portion of their meal, Peri stood up with a grin on her face.

“If I may— because I think that it’s only appropriate—“ The bard began, clearing her throat in a slightly exaggerated way. She then took her drink in her hand. “A toast; for making through the hells of this initiation. Whether we continue together or not, this is still a beginning for all of us and, well, who knows when or where the end may be. Maybe tomorrow, weeks from now, years later... Wherever it is, might as well drink to something now, right?”

Replying and nodding in agreement, the others took their own drinks in hand and raised them up with her. Even Lionel, who neither ate nor drank joined in with a spare cup that was regularly sized but disproportionately large for him. But though he struggled, he managed to muster the strength to lift it up with the others. The cups came together with a satisfying chink noise and they all took a sip of whatever drink they had ordered.

Peri continued with a smirk, “And of course to poor, poor Liam’s wallet. May it be known that its sacrifice this night will be remembered for generations to come.” A round of laughter came over all save for Liam, who shook his head with a sigh. Despite being a good sport about it, there was a look in his eyes that signaled that he was starting to regret agreeing to pay.

The rest of the group’s time in the restaurant was spent to relating to one another in detail all the trials and tribulations their guides had put them through.

“He set an exploding fire pit? But that man looked as if his even own legs didn’t have the strength to hold him up...” Grace commented.
“That’s true, but the appearance is deceiving.” Ava said, quietly, "You learn very quickly he's not someone you want to mess with."
“Is that where the whole 'beard incident' he seemed so proud about happened?” Peri asked with a cheeky smile.
“Yes...” Liam confessed, unfortunately being reminded of what happened, “Courn was a step ahead of us at every stop. At least now we’ll be able to travel without looking behind us every five seconds. How about you? Surely you have stories to tell about you journey here.”
“We fought a rock monster, almost burned down a tavern, and fell down a lot. I couldn’t sit right for days because of that damn witch. Other than that there’s not much of a glorious story to tell.” Peri said bluntly, sitting back with her arms crossed.
“Let’s just say that traveling with the witch was not a very pleasant experience for us. Not to mention the Minotaur that we had to fight but you didn’t because of your recommendations. Good for you.” Grace added with a tinge of spitefulness in her voice.
“We also saw her naked...” Peri recalled almost absentmindedly. Both Ava and Liam looked at her with the most confused expressions. “Okay, look, it wasn’t as weird as how you’re probably thinking it. She was the one who started bathing in front of— actually, nevermind. It’s going to be weird any way I try putting it... But hey, I’ll say this: For everything else that’s unpleasant about her, I didn’t think what I saw was any bad, considering she’s been around so long.” She finished with a wink as she aimed the last part at Liam more specifically, causing him to stop in the middle of eating a forkful of his pie and turn a reddish color. The others couldn’t help but laugh once again.

Finally, once they finished Liam was charged with the bill and paid accordingly. “You paid for dinner and saved by ass in the same day. I really gotta repay you sometime soon, big guy.” Peri said aside to the warrior as they all left the restaurant.

After the meal was paid for they began to truly start exploring the city and all it had to offer. As it was starting to get late, the magical street lights illuminated around them. The atmosphere of the streets and outside was very calm and relaxing, especially for a major city. Collectively, the group decided to just walk around the city and see what they could find, probably in part because most of the real shops were unmarked and they were all very unfamiliar with the city. It was at least comforting to know that they were finally away from all the hagglers and around some real Ondora shops.

They went around from shop to shop for some time. Most of the products seen to be sold in Ondora was magical items. Things related to magic and tomes seemed more suitable for people like the young mage of their group, and Peri didn't find much need in any really magical. Though the city was not found of much traditional weapons or similar equipment, they were still fond enough of the arts for Peri to have bought a nice traveling violin case for the one gifted to her by the High Mage earlier. Such a gift was going to be taken care of properly, and soon it replaced the empty sheath that once held the sword lost in the fight with the Minotaur. The case had a sturdy outside with a nice velvet inside, and as an add-on, she got a specially made sheath to keep the bow, which also doubled as a blade, at the ready.

They also passed through what could be considered some kind of toy store, and as they looked around, something caught the eye of Lionel: dolls of similar size to him wearing fanciful clothing. After much silent bothering and begging, Peri conceded, and Lionel came out with a feathered beret on his head and a velvet jacket to match. He continually adjusted his jacket and hat, taking every opportunity to appreciate how good he looked in the reflection of any window that they passed by. Peri would just roll her eyes and shake her head, already regretting what she had done. It was said that the little puppet's ego grew three times that day...
 
As the bard bought her equipment the young mage followed close behind. It is true that the many magical shops around caught her eye but she could make time to accompany Peri for a while. “Still interesting how now you can almost literally cut people with music.” Said the young mage as she ate a sweet crepe recently bought. The bard let go a small laugh and answered “No arguments there, that old lady really gave me a treasure. Fighting the Minotaur sure was worth something like this, won’t you agree?”. Grace just smiled in return before taking another bite, switching her gaze now towards Lionel and moving her face closer to him “And you! Better be careful with those new clothes before the evil elementalist comes to burn them away!”. Contrary to her expectations Lionel wasn’t scared; instead he raised his fists as if he was ready to fight. The young mage couldn’t help but laugh with the small being , offering him a bite of her crepe knowing full well he didn’t want it in the first place.

As they walked and talked Grace remembered what she had to buy “Hey Peri…” She looked back towards her new teammates, left a big sigh and continued “…Liam, Ren. Would you mind doing a little detour so I can buy something?” Only a second went away before the three of them nodded at the same time, Liam answering for the whole group “Well if you ask it like that there is no way we would refuse. Besides if a mage needs something it’s probably important, right?” The young mage just smiled before starting to guide the group towards a specific shop; one where they specialized at selling cloth.

During the last fight the leather covering her steel staff had been scorched so it was a good time as ever to change it. Inside she asked for as much red mageweave cloth as she could afford, saving just a small amount in case of emergency. Mageweave was a type of cloth with affinity to mana and magic, it didn’t serve as a defense but it was effective helping to channel spells thus it was somehow expensive. Grace managed to obtain just the right amount and without wasting a moment she took of the leather off her weapon and dropped it in the trash, revealing a normal looking steel staff with a medium sized orb on one end. As if it was her own body she quickly enrolled the mageweave cloth all around the weapon, covering it in red.

The young mage presented her teammates the new weapon and mentioned she was done. “Wait a second shrimp; are you not going to buy any books or something? There is so many stuff you will only find here.” Commented a confused Peri. She was standing with her back resting on the wall outside the cloth shop with Ren and Liam sitting on a bench next to her. Grace sighed deeply and approached them, resting the back of her head on the bard’s right shoulder. “I know, I know. It’s just that I had to do this and mageweave its quite expensive but still maybe it’s for the best since my full magic attention right now should be on the new book.” Explained the young mage. As he looked at one of the street lights Liam stood up and stretched his arms before talking loud enough so the whole group could hear “Don’t worry little mage, I also understand the feeling of gold flying away. Anyway any more plans from anyone? We still have time before we have to meet with Courn at that three brooms place.”
 
Part II Begins​

Morning rose once again, the sun making its grand appearance over the eastern treeline of Ondora, gracing the town’s inhabitants with warm bliss. A ray of sun shone brightly through the window of Courn’s room directly on his face, he grimaced at the intrusion, his head pounding from the previous night’s flow of wine. He sat up, blood rushing to his head when he noticed the shapely witch next to him. He smiled at the memories of the night before. He gave the witch a pinch on the cheek before he clothed himself and was out the door.

Courn made his way down the hall, pounding a fist on the doors that housed the newest members of the Blood Price.

“Up and at ‘em! Time to start the day, ladies and gent. Meet me downstairs for breakfast and briefing.”

The spindly man turned and descended the stairs into the dining hall where the innkeep had a sizable plate waiting for him.

Courn was nearly half finished when the first of the bunch arrived at the table, a meal placed before them when they were seated.

“Pleasant evening? I know I had a good time,” Courn said with a knowing smile. He took a bite of his pork rasher when the others joined in.

“Glad you all could make it. Good to see no darkfiends took you in your sleep.” An awkward pause. “Bad joke. Too soon. Anywho, we have a new assignment. You all have been tasked with assisting Adena with her research. She is a fellow Blood Price member specializing in the excavation and exploration of the Ruins of Valenta. There appears to be a connection with the darkfiends and the Ruins given that Adena was attacked by darkfiends just recently as well. Your job, given that you were all eyewitnesses to the most recent attack here in Ondora, is to assist Adena and shed some light as to why darkfiends are making moves.” Courn took a bite of toast following it with a swig of whatever was in his mug. “We are to rendezvous with Adena in Core by midday.”

Courn addressed any further concerns and questions they had while finishing up his meal. With a final sip of his morning drink, Courn pushed himself from the table and made his way out the door. “Meet me by the city gates in one hour.”

An hour later, Courn stood resting against the city arch, Willet cross armed and staring down the arriving group.

“You’re late,” she said despite them being perfectly on time.

The witch turned and exited through the arches, Courn shrugging and following her lead. As they passed, the protective magic casted over them was released, a feeling of weight pressing down on them as they left. Willet led the group back to the circular rock formation and gestured for Courn and the rest to stand inside of it.

“See you later, Willet,” Courn said with a smile.

“If we must,” she replied with a hint of humor.

“She’s one of the only people capable of teleporting us such a far distance,” Courn mentioned to the adventurers. “Takes too much magic, though I’m sure she has plenty.”

Willet began a chant under, the stones glowing a faint blue. Slowly they began humming, growing brighter and brighter until the light was overpowering unleashing a burst of light. Then nothing. Stillness resided and Courn opened his eyes to the change of scenery. Gone was the tall, lush trees of Ondora, instead being replaced by the harsh earth that was Core. Only the circular rocky outcropping of the teleportation circle remained the same, the ground now replaced with a hard rocky gravel, boulders of various sizes dotting the scene. Dense bushes retained what water they could from what looked like long intervals of precipitation. The hard environment was not without its beauty, however. Behind the group was the majestic Five Mountain Peaks, capped white with snow. The reddish earth made them seem intimidating yet protective.

At the base of the mountains was Core, a city full of proud people and well-versed in the lifestyle of the mountains. Core was protected by high walls constructed with a mixture of darkened stone and metal. Pillars of smoke rose from several sectors of the city and their many furnaces used for constructing all sorts tools.

Courn nodded his head in the direction of the city and began the slow march to the city gates. He was greeted with large rust colored gates with towers on either side. As Courn approached, a smaller man with a full black beard halted his progress.

“What business do you have in Core?” asked the guard.

Courn flashed his red crystal from his inner coat pocket. “Official,” he said.

The guard nodded and signaled the watch towers. The metal gates began their slow inward opening and the guard stood aside allowing the guests to pass. Courn gave a wink back to the group before leading them in.

Once inside, the noise of industry took over. Clanging and metallic beating was the chorus to the billowing verse of industry and weaponry that is the song of Core. Mining ore from the mountains, the people of Core specialize in creating the finest weapons in Avarice. Stacks of steam rise above the numerous workshops that dot the streets.The people looked very hardened, with thick hair and stern eyes. Many covered in dirt that signaled a hard day’s work.

“Before we meet with Adena, let’s get you two better equipped,” Courn said addressing Liam and Ava.

Courn walked the streets with practiced ease, navigating as if he had lived here his entire life. The group had reached a section of the city devoted entirely to weaponry, open warehouses with furnaces roaring and smith’s working metal into useful shapes. Courn paid no mind to the workers and continued his path. They passed well muscled men and women that cast suspicious glances at the outsiders to their domain.

Courn eventually stopped before a smaller building, tucked behind some of the larger fronts, a red door and small furnace the only objects of note. The roguish man tapped on the door and the sliding peephole opened.

“What?” a voice demanded from behind the door.

“Open up, Kareen. I’ve some new recruits you’ve got to equip. They’ve joined on recommendation,” Courn said with a pride.

The peephole slammed shut and the red door opened, revealing a large muscular woman with fiery red hair tied in a ponytail.

“Recommendation you say?” she said cheekily. “Come on in, then.”

Courn gestured for the group to enter before him, following Kareen’s lead. “Welcome to Kareen’s workshop,” he said with a flourish.
 
Ava'Ramira Ren​

Together, they all took a day out on the city and if it were possible, Ava only felt smaller walking among the other three, the new faces, the yet to be memorized streets, but she also felt lighter. No one knew her here except those of the Blood Price, no guards scowling.

After the long night, the merriment, the group bonding, and the occasional talking from the hooded Ava herself, they all presumably returned to their rooms at the inn. Laughs, chuckles, and recounts of their recent events later, Ava realized the full force of just how rapidly her entire life had changed. As the night wore on, she eventually returned downstairs to get a mug of coffee to mull over, knowing she would regret pulling the late night in the morning but if they were going to be sent out, she needed a clear head. What she really needed was to speak to Yuri and determine exactly how much of what the woman had said was true, how much she knew, how much she didn't lie about but still didn't say. More than anything though, Ava wanted to get out of her shell and... get to know the others. She knew Liam from their two month hell-hike and he seemed like a good person. Peri was bright, excitable, and the best musician she'd ever heard. Grace... Ava suspected it would take some time for the pair to warm up to each other. As she drank her coffee, her mind wandered further, reaching out to the bounds of her past, trying to piece together something, anything, that she might have missed that pointed to where she was now... All the thinking so late made her head hurt.

With a tired sigh, Ava paid the poor soul who had to stay up so late waiting for her to finish and as soon as she was out of the view of said bartender, Ava put one foot on the stairs and with a tug in her gut, vanished from sight. Careful to push all extra thoughts aside, Ava held the spell until she reached the top of the stairs- slow going and a every few steps she felt it start to flicker. But once was enough practice for tonight as she came to her room. At a vague time of pre-dawn, Ava would finally exhaust herself and promptly fell asleep for what turned out to be a short nap as the sun decided to say hello not four hours later.

Courn. As Ava awoke, she swore to all the gods above that one day, that man would pay for rousing her. Then she realized he could probably end her existence in an instant and rescinded the spiteful prayer. Having slept too quickly to even take off her boots, all Ava needed to do before going downstairs was re-braid her hair, wash up, and don her cloak, then it was a matter of weaving across the dining hall to the table. She made a point of being early- habit from years with Yuri. Early meant time to prepare. It also meant she had time to work up some of her usual energy before the others came down. Her foot tapped under the table, her hands fiddled with various utensils, her own tools, a coin worn thin from constant playing with and rubbing. Yeah, pleasant evening... Ava ate breakfast, trying not to look like she was enjoying the meal too much as she took in the news of their next assignment. The extra movement was a distraction from most of what he said but not a good one. Faintly she wondered, Valenta? Core? Isn't that far? This ought to be interesting...

The mention of the darkfiends set her on edge and while the others asked their questions, she remained quiet and waited for her mind to catch up to her body in terms of awakeness. When Courn left, Ava decided to stick with the others until they finished up- even though she had little to say, it would be in her best interests to not disappear while they were all still getting used to each other. But she observed and she would smile as words were exchanged until it their time to meeting Courn was halfway gone.

"Hey, uh, I'll see you in a bit, alright guys? Just gonna head out early and take a look around." Truth be told, something tugged at her. She didn't want to leave yet, she wanted to know Ondora like the back of her hand, wanted to know it well enough to stop being uncomfortable under its protective shell, around all the casters to whom her tricks couldn't hold a candle. Sliding her hands into her pockets as she rose, Ava gave them all a grin and conjured a quick, spectral thumbs up. Turning away from them, she finally raised her hood over her features and left the tavern, once out on the street breaking into a swift jog, weaving through the morning bustle. She felt one with the rhythm, working her way along without a second glance from anyone, taking a roundabout way up to the arch where they were all to meet up.

"You're late-" Courn...

"No we're not," Ava chirped back on impulse as she saw the others arrive as well. Despite the perhaps out of line reply, Ava fell in with the rest when they were led out of the city and to yet another thing of magic- this strange circle apparently for teleporting. As the magic began, Ava stole a glance at Grace to see what the young mage's reaction to all this was. Ava herself was mildly unsettled by the buzzing energy, the light which got so bright she had to close her eyes. When the brightness faded and she opened her eyes, a quiet, "Oh shit," was heard from the young woman as she looked out no longer under the trees of Ondora but instead the vastness of the lands around Core, the mountains that made her feel smaller than she did around Liam. The dark city ahead dwarfed her- it all dwarfed her and she had the good sense to hush up and let Courn lead. She stuck close to Liam as they moved forward. FOr now, she would stay quiet and go where he went.
 
After the young mage had bought her cloth which Liam, quite frankly, barely understood the use of, the quartet, or quintet if you counted the little humanoid on the bard’s shoulder, continued wandering the streets for a time. For the first time since his arrival, Liam really took in the sights.

It may have been well after sundown, but the lights covering the streets were a marvel in and of themselves. Dancing twinkles of light played about the perfectly cobbled streets while in other places, the sheer smoothness of the stonework was awe inspiring. As he exchanged words conversationally he continued to really look at the work around him. Suddenly he stopped, stooped low to the ground and ran his finger along the seem between the stones. The line was flawless. This was impossible with regular tools as people are inherently flawed and as such, so is there work.

Standing up with a grimace of realization, Liam decided then and there that his evening was over.

“I think it is time for us to call it a night,” he said with determination.

Peri started sputtering but Liam ignored it, pointedly turning about and striding away.

As his massive back went ever further away from the group, it was Grace’s quiet voice that joined the tremors of the nightlife. “Does he know he’s walking the wrong way?”

“Probably not,” said Peri with a grin, though the thoughtful crease in her forehead gave away that she was a little surprised at Liam’s sudden turn of mood. “Well, he’ll figure it out sooner or later. He’s a big boy, after all. I’m sure he can find his way back without us ladies.”

The others continued on their path, finding their way to the Three Brooms with ease while elsewhere, Liam continued his tight-lipped wanderings. The voice of his uncle boomed through his head with all of the man’s vim and vigor.

“Liam, there is pride in what we build. Don’t you ever doubt that, boy. Every man works hard to perfect the skills he loves and enjoys! You will do the same. The woodwork, the stonework, metallurgy! Everything is built with our hands, son! It’s something a mage will never understand. They build with their minds and their magic. They fill in the lines of their mental pictures with bits of fluffy mana! I tell you, it’s not real craftsmanship. It’s not a reason for pride or wonderment. Keep to your own kind, leave the mages be. They have a place in this world, but it is not with men like us.”

As he reminisced, Liam had come to a standstill, mouthing the words silently as the scene was relived vividly in his mind. It was what his stepfather had tried to teach him every day, magic was not to be trusted over what the hand could do. But, what he had seen Grace do, what he had seen the others do… That was power. Undeniably so.

A bit torn about what to do, Liam stumbled into a bar and sat down heavily on the nearest stool. “I’ll have a beer, please,” he said politely but flatly.

“Rough night?” answered the bartender conversationally as he filled a mug with golden liquid. The smell was mild and rather sweet as it was set in front of the warrior. He grabbed his pouch of coins and threw one of his coins down absentmindedly.

“Rougher than most, actually. Nothing a beer and a bit of a think can’t fix.”

“You know, beer isn’t the most conducive when it comes to stimulating thought and spirit. I have some finer spirits in the backroom. For a price, naturally.”

Liam lifted his eyes from his drink, looking squarely into a brightly smiling young man’s face. His blue eyes were bright and seemed extremely happy, overly so. For a few moments, Liam thought about it. “Sure, bring them here. I’ll regret this later, probably in the morning.”

“Excellent, sir. If you would be so kind as to follow me?”

Liam stood up, holding his beer mug stiffly in his hands and walked into the room behind the bartender. The door to the room closed and Liam stood within a well lit room, though it hardly lasted. Within seconds of being sat down in a chair and the bartender walking off, the lights went out all at once.

Disoriented, annoyed and unsure of what to do, the young warrior made to stand up, only to find himself firmly held in place by hands that felt unnaturally strong. A whispered conversation took place in the room. “He’s loaded! Did you see his purse?”

Liam recognized the voice as belonging to the bartender instantly. The whispers did little to mask the young man’s boyish tone.

“We saw. I reckon a man like him with a purse like that has powerful people backing him too… Wonder who will be coming for him?” said a raspy man’s voice.

“Best not wait to find out,” interjected a third voice, female this time. “let’s just end him, take the coin and be off. Undo the spell on the front, Marlon. One of the men shuffled off while Liam remained with the other two. After a few moments, a chill wafted through the room where he was sat and Liam realized what had happened. “Illusions…”

“Yes, young man. Illusions. Easy spells for easy men, such as yourself,” said the woman in a patronizing voice.

Liam strained against whatever was holding him down. His muscles tensed and pulsed heavily, every fiber of his strength pressed against the willpower of the one that would restrain him. Try as he might, however, he was no match for that kind of power and he was about to sit back down when he felt a surge of power starting from his chest, like a ripple in a lake, reaching out to the very edges of his being. He started standing, slowly at first, and felt the pressure of his restraints intensify. With a burst, he got up from his chair with such force that it fell apart, splintered wood still falling to the floor as the young warrior drew one of his blades.

“What in the he-“ but the voice was cut off as Liam threw the full strength of his swing behind the sharp edge of his sword, double-handedly striking towards the sound of the voice. With a sucking sound, he found a mark and felt the steel sink in deeply, only to stick and have him lose his grip.

Before he could make a further move, he was lifted from the ground and slammed into a wall with brutal force. The young man immediately tried pushing himself off of the wall again, once more straining, desperate to find the power that got him up in the first place, but failing miserably.

“Now, you die. Thank you for making the cuts easier to divide, little man,” came the deadpan voice of the woman from the darkness.

Liam felt his shirt start to unravel, his skin followed and he felt the heat of his blood drizzling slowly from the wound when he fell to the floor, the force suddenly stopping. He coughed as he raised his head, trying to get used to the darkness as he fumbled for the dagger at his waist. “Leave it, boy! Come, up you get.”

Strong hands snaked their way around Liam’s massive arms, raising him with ease. Courn!

Gratefully, Liam used the slender man as support while he got up and continued to use him as they left the building. Once outside, Liam sat down heavily, his chest heaving as he gulped for a breath that had apparently not been drawn since the moment he was flung against the wall. He noticed that the bar he had walked into was little more than an empty building. No lights, no joy, nothing festive and the taste in his mouth was foul.

“Let’s get you back to safety, young Liam. Can’t have our members waving their last on the eve of their initiation, now can we!”

“How?”

“Your companions came back a while ago and I overheard them chatting about how you stormed off after looking at the street. I don’t know what got you all huffy, but best you leave those emotions behind along with the corpse you dropped. You’re a team, you know. Safety in numbers and all that.”

“Can’t just leave everything behind…” answered Liam weakly.

“You’re one of us now, Liam,” said Courn sternly. “Whatever your problems, your responsibility is now with your companions and guess what, you left them alone. You even left behind Ava!”

As the two continued to discuss, or rather, Courn continued to relentlessly berate Liam, they moved ever closer to the Three Brooms.

Liam was brought into his room by Courn, who also had a mug of something hot brought up to the room. He dropped Liam heavily on his bed, who in turn groaned as the springs dug their way into his back. The mug came up, piping hot liquid inside that burned Liam’s mouth, but made him feel a good deal better all the same.

“Golden Samsam. I hate it myself, but some swear by it. Helps take the clouds away from the mind, as it were. Helps a man sleep.”

Nodding, Liam took another sip from the steaming mug before setting it down and sitting himself up on the side of the bed. “Did you see what happened?”

“A bit,” answered Courn tentatively. “Something bothering you, other than the whole affair in general?”

“I broke through magic. That’s not something we can do, is it?”

Courn looked at Liam for a few moments, eyes darting over the bloodied clothes and worn, tired face. “You’re no mage, Liam, if that’s what you’re asking. I can tell just from looking at you. But that thing you carry, that we all carry. Our contract to the Blood Price, it is magical and quite frankly, still somewhat beyond our understanding. For now, I would just be happy with the fact that you’re alive. Sleep now. Wonder tomorrow. We have an early morning and a long trip. Good night.”

With that, the door closed and Liam was left alone with his thoughts. He finished his drink and slept soundly until the next morning the banging on his door woke him.

Liam grabbed some fresh clothes, washed the dried remainders of his blood from his body and found that it had healed completely, though it was still very sore and painful to touch. Even the light fabric from his shirt caused him some annoyance as it brushed across the area on his chest. Gritting his teeth, he walked down to join the rest at the table where he greeted them and apologized for his wandering off the previous night. Waving away their inquiries as to what had happened, he simply said he had a pang of homesickness that got the better of him and apologized again.

When Courn mentioned darkfiends, Liam’s eyes narrowed and he stopped mid-chew as memories of the fight flashed through his head. The disgusting noise and the strength of the monster were very fresh. He made a mental note of his stance and made adjustments accordingly, mentally planning what his steps could be should he ever be placed in such a position again.

As he silently played out the fight in his head, reflecting on his moves and calmly assessing their effectiveness, the group had walked towards the stones of teleportation. Again the sickening lurch came and when he opened his eyes, Liam was somewhere new. Mountains, tall and intimidating, loomed over the party as Courn led the way towards the city.

Ava drew nearer to him, a fact not missed by Liam. He rested a hand on his remaining sword and opted for vigilance. Courn caught Liam’s eye as they walked and nodded slightly, having Liam remember his words of the previous night. You even left behind Ava!

Making up his mind to be the steady guard for his companions, Liam decided that he needed a few items to better fill the role. Thankfully, Courn called out for them to get better equipment, which Liam couldn’t disagree with. Losing his sword was quite unpleasant and, should his uncle every hear about it, there would be harsh words exchanged between himself and his guardian.

“Courn, I think I need a shield,” said Liam matter-of-factly.

“Do you now,” answered Courn pleasantly.

“And a warhammer,” continued Liam.

“I’m sure you do,” replied Courn with a smile.

“And some new armor,” finished Liam.

Courn didn’t bother replying, but rather, shook his head as they walked up to a shop seemingly hidden away between larger shops. After a knock, the door opened and a large woman, muscular and powerful with a shock of red hair, opened the door.

“Welcome to Kareem’s Workshop,” said Courn.
 
Peri glanced back as she went with the others back to the Three Brooms Inn, watching Liam walk off to gods know where. The sudden change in emotion was almost out of character, or at least something unseen by her, so naturally she wondered what could have come over him. But she simply exchanged one wondering look with Grace before they continued on with their walk and reached the inn.

Upon entering, they came into the bar of the establishment. It was of reasonable time in the night but there were of course still patrons enjoying themselves with drinks and hearty laughter. But Peri decided she wasn’t going to join in it all; after the events of the day, all she really wanted to do was take advantage of finally having a bed to sleep on for once. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’m gonna go collapse and call it night.” She announced to the others. “See you in the morning.” She gave a pat on the shoulder to Grace and a parting wink to them both before heading to her room with Lionel, closing the door behind her.

She slipped off her boots and laid her belongings out on the bed before sitting on the edge of it, looking out the room’s window which provided a view of Ondora under the night sky. Lionel hopped down from her shoulder, sitting down on the bed beside her.

Almost absentmindedly, she reached for the violin case on the bed, flipping the latch to it and opening the lid up to reveal again the gift given to her by the High Mage. She took it in her lap and softly plucked at the strings which glowed a faint blue and looked down at the instrument quietly. Any musician would be envious of her for receiving such a masterpiece as a gift, and Peri was grateful. But it also brought up another conversation in her head. It had been just over a few years, but she still often wondered about the troupe which she had called her home and family for most of her life. Sure, she couldn’t stand being around her father anymore for her own reasons, but she had left behind everyone else with nary a word. After all they had done for her, she felt a little guilty for not even finding a way to even send a message back to let her know where she was.

Lionel seemed to know she was thinking about this as he walked over to put his small metal hand on top of hers, looking up at her with his faint glowing eyes. He knew about everything when she had related it to him a while ago when it was still just the two of them travelling. Peri smiled down at the puppet, “Thanks bud... but I’m fine...”

Lionel rushed to her bag and pulled out a small piece of parchment and a quill. “Lionel...” He waved the paper in front of her more frantically, but she pushed him aside gently. “I know...I know I should. And that now would be a better time than ever. But on the other hand...” She reached into her pocket and pulled out her red crystal, looking it over in her hand before sighing. “I think it’d be best to instead close this chapter and move on the next. I’m sure they’ve been doing fine without me anyway.”

She packed up all of her stuff and curled up on her bed for the night. Lionel watched her quietly with concern, but eventually retired with her.

That morning she was woken up by Courn. After putting all her things together, she finished by strapping on her boots and heading downstairs to join the others.

Ava was already there with Courn at the table when Peri took her seat and began eating her breakfast. The bard also greeted Grace when she came down to join them. After their time together, it seemed as if the two were already becoming quite close with one another, similar to how Ava was with Liam. When the warrior of their party finally joined them, Peri gave him a look.
“Where’d you wonder off to last night?” She asked after he apologized to them for doing so.
“I... homesickness got the better of me, that is all. I’m sorry; I should not have left you all like I did.” He said as he sat down.

Peri raised an eyebrow, glancing aside at Grace. If there was anything she learned to notice about people, it was when they were either lying or hiding the truth. The truth had always been something Peri particularly saw as important. She couldn’t help but wonder what the man was hiding from them all, considering they were now a team as it seemed. But she did not prod any further, instead accepting the apology and moving on for now.

She listened as Courn briefed them on their new assignment to Core. At the mention of darkfiends, it seemed everyone had some sort of reaction. Peri tensed slightly, remembering the embarrassment of their last minute. But next time she swore she was going to be ready.
"Hey, uh, I'll see you in a bit, alright guys? Just gonna head out early and take a look around." Ava then announced as she stood up.
"Now you're going off somewhere?" Peri commented, "Alright then, guess we'll meet up later." Her new companions definitely intrigued her. Both of them seemed amiable enough, but each had some sort of distance to them. She knew their business was theirs, and she wasn't planning on digging into it, but it was still strange how they would suddenly wander off like they do.

"So Courn, since Core is a ways off... How do we plan on getting there?" Peri asked him.
"Ah, well we have arrangements to get there in the most efficient way possible." The thin rogue said to her with a grin.

When it was time to meet at the city gates, Peri narrowed her eyes at Willet's greeting. "On second thought, I think I'd rather walk to Core."
"Come now, I promise you this journey will be much less painless than yours here to Ondora." Courn said, pushing her along to follow the witch out of the city.
She followed the lead of Courn to the teleportation circle, giving Willet one last mischievous hand gesture as the light took them in a flash to the mountain city of Core.

She continued to trail behind the slender man and the rest of the group as they entered through the city gates. When she noticed Liam keeping one of his swords in reach, she saw that the other one was now nowhere to be seen on him. Peri decided not to speak out loud about the small detail, at least for now, and focused on following the group.

Core was a city she had only ever stepped foot in once or twice, but like all the other major cities in Avarice the sights it provided intrigued her. The strength apparent in the city's inhabitants was there just as she had remembered from her past, though brief, visits. The sound of metalworking filled the air, but it seemed to set Lionel a bit on edge, being made of metal himself. Peri chuckled a bit at his nervousness, giving him a comforting pat as they made it to the workshop and followed Courn's lead inside.
 
“It seems its only the two of us now” Said Grace right after watching the bard go up the stairs. Ava answered with a small nod causing the young mage to sigh and smile short after. She took her staff and kindly touched Ava’s forehead with it. “Maybe next time we can talk more partner, but this girl got some homework to do tonight” She explained while taking out the blue grimoire she obtained that day. With a small wave of her hand the young mage walked up the stairs and straight into her room and the desk inside it.

Grace spent the next few hours studying the blue book as much as she could. It was easy to see how well done it was, holding from the basics to learn how to start managing water spells to the very advanced techniques even with her ego she knew it was well out of her reach. Regardless she was so fascinated by it that when she realized it was well past midnight and the exhaustion in her eyes told her it was time to stop for the night. Without wasting a second she took off her boots alongside her white cloak and threw herself into the bed before closing her eyes.

The young mage didn’t know exactly how much time had passed but it had been quite some time and she was still laying there, unable to grab a bit of sleep. Maybe it was the excitement about the book or maybe expectations for tomorrow but whatever the case it would be an issue if she went through the night without rest. With no other idea in mind she decided to put on her boots again and go down to take a little walk. As she went down the stairs she noticed a woman cleaning the floor, someone she guessed to be the innkeeper’s wife. “Oh my, what’s a little maiden doing up at this hours?” asked the woman causing Grace to make an annoyed noise with her tongue. The older of the two just laughed and continued “I’m sorry my dear, its just that you seem quite younger than our normal costumers so not sure how to interact with you.” The young mage sighed and continued “No need to apologize, I understand. Its just that I’m not in a good mood.”

Grace and the woman who introduced herself as Karen spend quite a while talking about different subjects. Finally, the elementalist informed about her current issues to the woman causing her to chuckle a little. She explained that it was not out of the ordinary for some young mages every now and then and that it was mostly because while her body was tired her mind was still exercising thus not able to rest yet. Grace made an annoyed face at the fact that she basically called her a novice, but it quickly went away as she realized she probably wasn’t wrong since back there in the bed she was still thinking about the different spells she had just read about. Karen just laughed again and told her to wait a bit as she went into the back of the inn before returning with something on her hands. “Milk? You still think I’m a child?” The mage said before the woman quickly answered with a smile on her face “Child or not It doesn’t matter. Drinks may help you crash into bed, but a glass of warm milk is the best to place you calmly into it.” Grace shared her smile and took the glass before downing it in one go. They spoke a bit further until the mage finally started to get tired so after saying her thanks to Karen it was finally time to return to her bed and grab some sleep.

She managed to rest but it was not enough, the next morning Grace felt still exhausted when Courn woke her up. She spent half sleep the rest of the morning, barely paying attention to her surroundings until as they walked they approached Willet alongside a structure that was clearly a teleportation device. “Oh no please god please no… no, no, no…” complained in almost a whisper as the device started.

The mix between her half sleep state and the teleportation almost managed to make her throw up her barely enjoyed breakfast but the young mage managed to hold herself together. The city of Core would have intrigued her if it wasn’t for the intense light blinding her, causing her to follow Peri as a dog would follow its owner. Finally, they reached a place protected from the cruel sun causing Grace to return a bit to her normal self as Courn spoke with a stranger, for her at least. “Please take your time, the outside here is killing me” Said the young mage to Liam and Ava as she held herself against one of the walls.
 
The door slammed shut behind the group as they entered Kareen’s workshop. It was an orderly establishment, with tools and equipment lying in conscientious positions around the workshop. The forge was roaring and the room was sweltering, which made Kareen’s cropped tank top a fitting choice - it also showed off her muscular form, chiseled from years over the anvil.

Kareen moved around the desk, it was littered with paperwork and drafts of designs.

“So,” she started, “it looks like I’m outfitting this handsome man and the pipsqueak attempting to blend in with the shadows.” It was obvious given the magical natures of Grace and Peri that they would have no use of Kareen’s weapons.

“Let me have a good look at you both.” Kareen gestured for Liam and Ava to stand to the side. The smith took a thorough examination of Liam first, lifting his arms and judging his physique.

“You’re a dual bladesman,” she said matter-of-factly. “Except you’re minus a blade. Let me see it.” Kareen held out her hand to take the blade from him. She examined the weapon with the eyes of a hawk yet as gentle as a lamb. Her finger ran along the edge and she felt its weight and measure, giving it a honed swing or two. She sighed and handed the blade back to its owner.

“Fine blade you have there,” she said solemnly. “I’m afraid its life is nearing its end, however. The tang has a fracture in it. It wouldn’t last you the next fight before breaking entirely.” Kareen’s eye was never wrong and it always broke her heart to see a good weapon retire, especially when it was well cared for.

The smith walked to the back of the warehouse and pulled out a weapon covered in an old tarp with a healthy layer of dust on it. There was a visible struggle in her as she lifted the weapon and rested it against the desk with a thud. From top to bottom it stood to Liam’s chest.

“There is no replacement for a fine weapon, but hopefully you can put this one to good use.” Kareen removed the tarp and revealed a dual handled claymore nearly two hands wide that shined brilliantly against the forge’s fire. She nodded at Liam to give it a try.

She watched as he struggled to lift the weapon with knowing humor.

“There is a catch to this weapon,” she said with a smile, “it can only be used by those with crystals. There is a small compartment in the crossguard, put your crystal in there.”

Once the crystal was in place, the blade was suddenly lighter - much lighter. It would feel like an extension of one’s arm with a weight unlike any of that size.

“Easier, no? It may feel lighter to you yet it still bears its actual weight. The best part,” Kareen moved to Liam, “is that it is two blades in one.” She activated the hidden mechanism on the blade and it split in two. The two blades were asymmetric in nature, one maintaining the full length of the blade while the other was a more traditional sword length.

Kareen watched Liam marvel in the brilliance of the weapon as she was always proud of this particular one.

“The problem is the asymmetry. Many find the blade’s differences to be too much to use both in combat.” She watched him practice with them, finding harmony with both blades. “But I do not think you will have that problem.”

Kareen smiled and moved onto Ava. She gestured her forward and began her examination. She did not appear to be a fighter like Liam but was not a caster like Grace or Peri. Kareen glanced at Courn. “Your apprentice?” she remarked off handedly.

“Not at all. But we have a mutual friend,” Courn said.

Kareen nodded and retrieved a box from within her desk. She opened it revealing a pair of curved, black daggers.

Courn smiled as he saw his old familiar friends. “My old blades?”

“It seems fitting given the path she walks.”

Kareen handed the daggers to Courn. “I believe a demonstration is in order.”

Courn fitted his crystal into the hilt of the dagger. He gave them a squeeze and suddenly a second Courn appeared standing next to the first. Courn took a swipe and the other mirrored. When he jumped, the other Courn jumped too.

“These beauties can create a mirror image of its user,” he said fondly, swiping with the daggers again. “It is only an image, however.” Courn began walking forward and led his image into a wall where it clipped through, his body split comically with the wall. “Depending on how you hold them, you can rearrange how the image appears.” Courn demonstrated by having his image appear next to him, then behind him, and facing different directions. Finally, Courn explained the effective range by having his image walk until it dissipated like mist on the other end of the room.

Courn gave the blades a twirl before handing them to Ava. “Use them well,” he said.

“Is your facility still available,” Courn asked Kareen.

“It is,” she nodded.

“Mind if we use it?”

“Not at all,” Kareen replied.

“Come,” Courn said to the group, leading the way to the basement of the warehouse.

Downstairs, a fully equipped training facility laid before them. Hitting bags, weights and room for sparring were some of the features Kareen’s training facility offered.

Courn stood in the middle of the sparring section and removed his cloak. His body, though incredibly lean was well muscled. He stretched, circling his neck and touching his toes.

“This will be a good opportunity for you all to try out your new toys,” he said to the group. “I know our little mage friend has been dying to try out some new spells.

Come on. Four versus one should be good enough odds for you all. I tell you what, if you land a hit, dinner is one me tonight.” Courn smiled, knowing full well he would never take a hit.

He stood ready but aloof, drawing them in for his counter.

GM Note Ava and Liam are now equipped with some new weapons. Hopefully it is something you can look forward to using. We will do a little 4v1 sparring for a round or two.

Courn:
Attack = 15
Defense = 20

Given Courn’s nature, he will not attack you with lethal intent. He will only counter when you attack him and not act aggressively. He will also not use weapons. If you do land a hit… well, I look forward to your post.

Again, you can control Courn limited to his interaction with your or your coordinated effort.
 
Little interest demonstrated the young mage with Liam’s new weapon but for Ava’s daggers she looked like a child watching a magic spell for the first time. While she could tell through a great amount of illusions it didn’t change the fact that she found them interesting, maybe because it was something that would take an elementalist quite a few years to achieve. “That’s so cool, I can’t wait to see them in action!” said an eager Grace as her eyes were glued towards the dagger.

When Courn explained that they would be doing some training Grace’s face was covered with a grin, he was right in the fact that she couldn’t wait to try her new water spells but the excitement only lasted the seconds it took her to remember that the man in front of her was around the same level than Willet. “Can we even touch this guy?” She thought as everyone remained in place as if waiting for anyone else to make the first move.

“Oh well, first strike is on me.” Yelled Grace while holding her staff high in the air, the crimson colored cloth covering now turning blue. A light wind began to circle around her causing Courn to take a defensive stance, preparing himself for the incoming attack. He was planning on how to dodge the spell until he noticed the way the young mage pointed her staff directly at him; this made the man raise one of his eyebrows before relaxing once again. Grace saw this as a taunt and decided to show this old man what she was capable off. “Water ‘Turbulance’!” She shouted and without delay a blue circle appeared but unlike what she planned it wasn’t placed bellow Courn, instead it was floating midair around the center of the area. The man just laughed as a stream of water suddenly shot upwards from the circle, clashing with the roof and falling down like rain towards the four of them. “No way…” Were the mage’s only words before the water fell upon her and her companions with the exception of Ava who was quick enough to jump back far enough to avoid getting her clothes all wet.


Courn finally calmed down his laughter after watching Peri, Liam and Grace take a quick natural bath. “Time for the punishment for the little mage who didn’t do her homework right” He said as he stretched his back before dashing towards the group at full speed. Grace was barely able to place her staff in front of her before Courn arrived and easily took it away from her hands. In an instant he tapped the mage forehead with her own weapon before dropping it and giving a large jump back to his original spot. “Don’t try to shoot a water spell the same way you would a fire or wind one” The old man said with a smile on his face.

Grace dropped to her knees and placed both hands on the point of impact. The hit was light enough to not harm her seriously but still a hit, causing her forehead to become bright red as a tomato. Between the pain, the shame and the anger all combined a few tears formed around her eyes as she gave both Peri and Liam a quick glance. “I already hate this guy more than I hate Willet.” She said with a voice similar to a child holding back to avoid crying.
 
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Peri stood to the side of the workshop, leaned against one of the various worktables in the room with her arms crossed. She herself was never one who wielded weapons very proficiently and would admit she was not even much of a fighter. But still, she could still appreciate the marvels of Kareen's workshop. The works of the blacksmiths of Core were renowned throughout Avarice for a reason, and this was evident to see why now that she was in the presence of one.

She gave a curious look when the use of their red crystals were mentioned. She watched with even more wonder seeing how it allowed Liam to more easily pick up with sword.

"These crystals are multipurpose then..." She commented aloud.
"Of course, they are not just given to for show or accessory." Courn said aside to her with a smile. "True, they symbolize your status as an adventurer. But they also serve to do so many things that not even the researchers of Ondora have found them all out. After adventuring a bit more you'll see just how useful they are..."
Peri glanced at him, nodding in understanding before watching Liam again as he tested his new swords. She whistled in appreciation at the skill he already had with them. "Not a bad pair of blades you have there..."

At Courn's demonstration of Ava's new daggers she smirked a bit. "Hm, I have a similar trick myself. Though mine's mainly for shows or parlor tricks and only really works if you're a child... or at lest have the mind of one. It sure is surprising to see just how many people get fooled."

After her two companions were equipped she followed them all down to Kareen's sparring room. At first she thought that Courn was going to make them test out their new equipment on each other, but she was proven wrong the moment Courn took off his cloak.

The bard raised an eyebrow. The odds of one versus four made it seem like everything was in their favor but she knew than to be cocky. Based on what she learned from the stories of Ava and Liam, there was more to meet the eye with this man.

Grace was eager enough to strike first, most likely taking the opportunity to finally try out the spells and knowledge gifted to her by the High Mage. Considering their traveling together and her having witnessed what the Mage was capable of, Peri had confidence in her companion. That was, until her spell backfired. Lionel hid away at just the right moment to avoid getting drenched by Grace's attempt at a water spell, leaving her to be left getting soaked by the spray of water. "I hope you're taking notes now, kid..." She said as she wiped what water she could away from her face, spitting some out in the process.

"I don't know about you, but the witch will always have a special place in my heart." Peri said to Grave, almost feeling bad for her.

She took out her violin and began to play an energizing song that caused the instrument itself to once again glow a vibrant blue. The magic of the music filled her companions nearby with vigor. "Alright you two! Get in there!"

"Don't think I'll just leave you out of this." Courn said as he rushed in towards her. He baited her with a jab that caused her to step back. Then he followed is up by sweeping underneath her legs causing her fall to the ground on her rear. The thin man smiled as he stood over her. "I figured you missed that... Willet was right. That was quite fun to do." he chuckled, "Now don't expect your opponents to simply let you by. They will not be there to be an audience for your show." He retreated from her to face the other two.

"Duly noted..." Peri said aggravated through grit teeth as she stood up. She looked to Ava and Liam, "Well? What're you waiting for? Maybe you two can actually do something against this guy.."

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oops I forgot to roll until now lol (also it's defense and not attack I realized I labeled it wrong my bad)
 
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Glad to see Liam with a weapon that suited his size and she cracked a smile once or twice at the initial struggle of his lifting it, only for her brows to raise as Kareen's explanation revealed how to properly handle it. Not only were their crystals apparently for identification purposes, but to activate weapon properties? Peri voiced her thoughts exactly.

No sooner did it seem Liam was settled with his weapon than the woman's eyes turned to Ava's small figure and she shrunk back a little, lowering her gaze, only looking up when she heard the shifting of a lid. Her hazel eyes turned to the daggers and the brow raised further, their words reaching her ears. Then she blinked and... two Courns? Please no, one is more than enough. The smallest of smirks graced her lips as her head began to turn with all the ways to use the nifty trick. Her hands slipped easily over the daggers, feeling the grip with a timid grin as she nodded, looking up to Courn. "I will, sir."

And thus they descended... Wait what? She glanced about to her companions with a look of 'four against one? ...I know he's fantastic but, uh...' That was all the time she had to think before Grace began, quite loudly showering the group- Ava scrambled backward to avoid the shower- with a new spell. As Courn rushed in, she fell to a defensive stance, still getting used to the new weighting of the daggers in her hands. Too slow to even lunge and intercept Courn's playful but pride-damaging attack to Grace. Something tugged at her to step forward, but she watched the rogue's movements instead, eyes fluttering over his form, taking in the swiftness of-

"Well? What are you waiting for? Maybe you two can actually do something against this guy."

Ava's attention snapped back to the present and dashed around, staying light on her feet and smooth in her her balance, swinging out to the right as she flipped the daggers in her hands, brandishing the hilt instead of the blade. Aiming a blow for Courn's upper shoulder, he merely regarded her with that at-ease grin and parried her arm aside with that unexpected strength for his thin form.

"Do have a backup plan when your first attempt doesn't work," Courn chided, then he sent out a kick in return to push her away, possibly off her feet. Taken aback from the completely lack-effort interruption of her attack, his foot made contact with her chest and sent her backward, off her balance. Ava recovered and instead of fighting it, for the most part kept her balance and in a few quick steps, recovered some paces away, huffing.

"Tired already? Did Yuri teach you no endurance?" Courn had already righted himself as well and now as just scolding her. Ava was tempted to straighten up immediately and rush back in with a flare of annoyance, but Liam was already making his approach.

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Here goes nothin'!
 
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The weapon itself looked intimidating, even if it was due to its sheer size. The ability to transform into two blades just added to its grandeur. Feeling a tad giddy, Liam listened to Kareen explain how the weapon worked and grew more and more elated as he practiced with the two weapons. He almost missed the explanation of Ava’s daggers as he played with his new toys. Almost.

As soon as he saw the potential of Ava’s new weapons, a plan formed in his mind straight away. He knew of the mages in their group and what their strengths were and adjusted his tactics accordingly. Even as they walked into what Courn had called a facility, Liam was steadily working through scenarios of his tactics one step at a time. It was the way of his mind to work from all angles at the same time, calculating success and factoring in as many aspects of each setting as he could think of. Despite his appearance and lack of magical ability, any person who had known Liam for a time would happily admit he had the calculating mindset of a mage. Such was his dedication and focus when it comes to combat.

But they arrived too soon. Far too soon.

As Courn took up his position and Grace fired her water spell, Liam braced, hoping for an opening, only to see the spell drench the ceiling before drenching himself, Peri and the caster.

Before he could even react, Courn had smacked Grace on the head, with her own staff no less, before dashing back to his position. Liam blinked the water from his eyes. It had happened so very, very fast. With practiced hands, he unbuckled his armor, dropping the cuirass to the ground with a clank just as Peri began to play. He shook his head, meaning to speak, but found himself passed yet again by a speeding Courn. He was playing with them as one might wrestle with a child and, quite frankly, it was somewhat insulting. Liam knew full well that none of them were even remotely a match for the slick devil of a man, but seeing the difference in their abilities was… unnerving, to say the least.

Finally, as Ava made her approach, Liam took off his shirt, freeing himself from lingering constraints as he rolled his arms and started spinning around while Ava’s force was deflected and sent on her way with ease.

Liam had seen enough to know that Courn, for all of his confidence and skill, was only human and, as such, subject to the laws of nature. Overcoming his one by one would be pointless as he, all by his lonesome, would happily fight them off all day and barely break a sweat.

He began jogging, breaking into a sprint only a few feet from Courn, who had turned, locking eyes with the approaching warrior. Liam’s new sword, the warrior knew, was long, heavy and broad, despite how it now felt with his crystal slotted into the blade’s crossguard. It would have to prove itself in this fight.

He kept to a single blade as he made his initial pass, swinging the flat of the blade towards the center of Courn’s mass with speed and strength. The blade missed, Courn’s agile form twisting completely to avoid the blade while at the same time aiming a kick for the warrior’s shin. The kick made contact, toppling Liam even as he jumped forward, past Courn’s lithe form, towards his companion and the one he hoped could help him, Ava.

He landed heavily, rolling to take as little damage as possible and rising fluidly. His bare torso, now slightly bruised and reddening from his journey across the hard floor, was taut, his breathing steady, his eyes narrowing as he took his stance next to the woman.

“You attack recklessly, Liam! I expected more from you,” said Courn with what seemed to be very real contempt.

“Ava, I need him off his feet. How is your movement?” said Liam to Ava, blatantly ignoring Courn’s words.

“It’s fine. I’m tougher than you think, Liam. I believe I mentioned this some time ago,” replied Ava sharply.

“Apologies. Since you are so tough, I need you to get him to jump. Whatever it takes.”

“Whispering together while your enemy stands unbloodied? Careless!” said Courn as he dashed towards the two.

Smoothly, Liam uncoupled his blades, crossing them in an effort to catch the incoming blow. The impact very nearly lifted him off his feet, but he held fast and, with more effort than he knew he was capable of, pushed back the blow, following with a wild swipe from his shorter sword, creating some distance between himself and his attacker.

“NOW!”

Two Ava’s ran from behind him, elegant and fast, mirroring each other as they crossed paths, blurring into each other and breaking apart again.

As the Ava’s circled Courn, who grounded himself firmly, Liam began his run towards Courn, blades in front and overhead, ready to defend and attack at once.

Moments before the warrior’s impact, the thief went for a two-sided tackle, causing Courn to take to the air to avoid her assault. Relentlessly, Liam followed up, confident that the airborne Courn would not be able to avoid his blades. Stepping into his thrust, he twisted his hips to provide additional speed and swung with all his might, fully intent on smashing the blades into the man’s side.

Only, he never made it that far.

He stopped short as he saw the impossible. Courn’s body twisted in midair, avoiding the incoming swords. In what seemed to be a lifetime, Liam saw Courn fly over him, a smile on the frail man’s face while Liam felt his disbelief spread over his face. Reality came back into play harshly as his blade was caught in midair.

“Don’t move young Liam. At least, not if you want to remain hale and whole,” said Courn gently.

Liam’s eyes darted around him, finally noticing the fine wires surrounding him, wrapped around his sword, essentially trapping him. “When did you… How!?”

Courn chuckled, continuing in the same gentle voice he had as before. “Because, Liam, I am better than you. But I’ll happily admit that had you actually hit me, well, it would have hurt.”

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I'm just going to use the new role (below) (Atk 10+5 Def 13+1)
 
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Courn recalled his wires into his pouch. He stood near the center of the area with his hands on his hips.

“Don’t give me those looks,” he said. “I’ve been doing this far, far longer than any of you. Of course this was not going to be a fair fight. There will be times when you must fight someone stronger than you. You will have to change your tactics, think on your feet, and work cooperatively.’

Courn pointed to Grace. “You. Your magic is well suited for creating openings and overpowering opponents once an opening has been created. To use it as a head-first assault is too simplistic and obvious. You leave yourself open to a counter and make yourself an easy target.

That is where you come in, Liam. You must act as a vanguard and protect those around you. Trust them to make an opening for your own attack.

Ava, you must cause confusion - keep your opponents off balance and strike when you see a chance. A frontal assault will not end well for you.

And Peri. You act as the support, playing at mid-range. Strike with your comrades and ensure the success of offense and defense.”

Courn cracked his neck in preparation.
“Now, let’s try this once more. Come.”

Courn gestured his hand forward at the group, inviting them to attack together.

GM Note One last round of fighting before we move on. I wanted to see if you all could work cooperatively in combat for this round, given the current combat rules. I'm thinking of adjustments for future battles.
Courn:
Attack = 15
Defense = 16 (given his lecture)
Don't forget your bonuses
 
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Courn gestured for the group of adventurers to start and Liam found himself turning to his companions. Grace, though small, wielded significant power. Ava, another one of small stature but of great power and finally, Peri. To be frank, Liam wasn’t quite sure how her music did it, but he felt extremely energized whenever her lilting song filled the air. Then there was himself. Just a lug of muscled, sword wielding humanity. It was long past time for the group to come together.

“Grace, let’s try some of Courn’s advice,” said Liam happily, keeping a weary eye on their adversary.

“No, really? I wouldn’t have thought of that myself,” came the sarcastic reply.

“How about this. You start shooting whatever you have vaguely in his direction and I’ll try slicing him again. That worked out so well last time, right?”
“You were all standing with your mouths open, just gawking! Do your part and I’ll do mine.”

“Knock it off, you two. I hate to be the voice of reason here, but we have a job to do. Let’s get to it,” said Peri unexpectedly. “I’ll see to it that you all have proper damn motivation this time. Keep your eyes fixed on Courn. He’s more slippery than any of us.”

“Fine,” said Liam, unlocking his dual blades and loosening his shoulders again.

He ground his teeth as he locked eyes with the smiling Courn and he felt something well up inside of him that he had not felt in years. In a flash, he remembered the words of his uncle. “A man can win and lose at the same time, you know. The way of the swordsman is filled with uncertainty. But, to win wholly and certainly requires a calm mind, centered and focused. You have a knack for losing your head and that is why you constantly come back beaten and bruised. There is a time and a place for your wild swings, but it is not in a duel. A combatant less skilled will defeat you if you don’t have the head to use your eyes! Always look at them. Keep their shoulders in sight. Keep your head up and cloudless. And whatever you do, keep your damn guard up! Now come!”
It seemed almost a lifetime ago that those words had been driven into him with relentless, albeit calculated ferocity.

“Fine,” said Liam again, his voice free of annoyance this time. “We’ll work together and this time, we’ll work as one. I’ll entangle myself with him as you open up, Grace. All you need to do is yell out when I have to move. I’ll disengage and offer you room. Ava, look for his back and, if you can, immobilize him. From what I can tell, his speed is by far our greatest adversary.”

“Ready?” said Courn flatly.

“Yes,” said four voices.

“Water ‘Whip’,” came Grace’s determined voice immediately after their reply.

Barely registering the manifestation of water alongside him, Liam started sprinting towards his intended target. As the tendril lashed out, Liam swung diagonally from the other side of Courn’s body, attempting to lock him in place.

Again twisting his body into an almost impossible form, Courn dodged both the tendril of water as well as the incoming blade. Suddenly Courn was an inch away from Liam. “Predictable. Readable. Avoidable.”

Courn’s elbow was already a blur when Liam noticed it, ducking to avoid it only to feel the force of the strike graze him just above the temple. Turning with the force, the warrior kicked out while spinning on his other leg only to have it pinned to the floor by a stomp from the more experienced fighter.
Courn made to strike downward, his palm open, directly for Liam’s face. Then the music started filling his ears. Rushing, eager, quickening his pulse and irresistibly, the music poured into his body. Without thinking, Liam dropped his blades and brought his left arm up, matching Courn’s movement a fraction of a second later. As his fingertips made contact with their guide’s wrist, time slowed down as the breath in his lungs stuck.

He matched form, allowing the downward force of Courn’s hand to move freely even as he moved to intercept and redirect. Liam’s fingers wrapped around Courn’s wrist as the length of their forearms were touching. As soon as the elbows touched, Liam twisted, noting the surprise on Courn’s face as he forced his assailant’s hand passed his face.
“Got you,” said Liam in a satisfied voice.

“Even the predictable fool has moments of luck,” retorted Courn, disentangling himself from the still prone Liam and hopping back fluidly.

Liam grabbed his blades and retook his footing as quickly as he could, placing himself squarely between his companions and Courn. “Then we shall create another moment of luck, ending with a single, solid, unavoidable blow.”
 
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Peri stayed back but still in the fight, keeping Liam and Grace energized while they came at Courn once again. But yet again it ended in another failed attempt.

"I don't believe in luck... Only mistakes that happen to end well." Peri said, narrowing her eyes at Courn. She kept the guide's words and advice in mind. On their own, each of them couldn't even get near him for long enough. Because they were so uncoordinated, they were all incredibly predictable. But they were a team now. And this is what they had to accept. It was time to see what they could all do together.

"Alright then... Shortstop," Peri said, looking to Ava. "You can do that mirror trick of yours again, right?"
The rogue gave her a look mixed between one of surprise and curiosity. "Yeah... why?"
"If there's going to be anyone who can catch up with him enough to touch him, it's going to be you. So we're going to tag-team this and get you in there. Just keep some distance and we’ll go in together.”

Peri noticed Ava giving her another look, and in response the bard simply gave a little smirk. "Remember, I told you I had a few tricks of my own..." She said, snapping. A small, almost unnoticeable flash of green came from her fingertips before dissipating.

Peri turned to the other two, "Alright... Liam, can you get in their and keep him on his feet for a bit while we find an opening?"
The warrior nodded, "You can count on me."
Finally she looked to Grace. "Okay kid, he's too slippery to dodge you're flashy stuff, so let's shake it up. You think you can give us a few seconds of cover?" she gave the mage a reassuring wink and a nod.
Grace clutched her staff, giving a determined nod. "Whatever you say."
"Great. Places everyone; wait for my cue!"

Courn, who had returned to his position stretching, gave out an exaggerated yawn. "Come now, I don't have all day..."

"Okay, now!"
"Water 'Cyclone'!" Water began surging around Courn from all sides, trapping him in a large ring of roaring water. The water began to calm and immediately Liam came rushing through it towards the rogue man. The warrior swung his two blades at Courn, but as expected there was no contact as he weaves between each strike.
"1 on 1 did not work well for you last time, Liam. What makes you think it will work again?"

A dagger came flying and just barely whizzed past Courn, causing him to turn. He saw around him not only two Avas, but two Peris as well. "A 6 vs 1... interesting..." At this point he released the wires at his hips, sending them flying towards the group. They pushed Liam back, and though he managed to stay in his feet, he had trouble dodging them to get close.

"Come on!" Peri said, signaling for them to rush in. Both versions of the bard drew their bows to their violin and began playing again while Ava tried to weave through the wires, having a hard time even with her agility.

A stray came out a slashed through the clone of Peri, causing it to dissipate. “Got you.” Courn said with a smile as he sent another wire coming after the real her this time. And at that moment, as he released the wire from his hip, Peri saw an opening.

She wasn’t sure that even with the opportunity she would be able to hit him. After all, as he said before, the bard was support. Peri knew that very well, but... the shot presented itself to her here, and she just wasn’t going to throw it away.

Suddenly the song Peri was playing went from jaunty and uplifting to fast paced, almost with a sense of urgency to it. The softer blue glow of the strings turned a sharp purple.

The wire came at her arm just as she finished a stroke of her bow. It caught her left arm, pulling her and causing her fly back. But her right arm still was free and had her bow in it. The energy became built up at the end of it, crackling sparks of purple energy. She grit her teeth; she had to take the chance.

"Not so fast your slippery eel!"
She actually sung aloud as she swung the bow around her head before thrusting it forward. The energy left the bow in a beam as if it were a spell from a magic wand.

The force of the blast combined with the wire sent her flying to the ground, her violin skidding across beside her.

The blast itself miraculously found its mark, flying right into the side of Courn's shoulder. The attack itself didn't do much damage, but the spot where she had hit him smoked and sizzled a bit and felt as if the words themselves literally burned him.

Peri slowly stood herself up, noticing the smoke at the end of her bow as well. She saw that she had actually hit him and a triumphant grin grew on her face. "Looks like dinner's on you." She said to him with a smirk, twirling her bow and blowing off the end of it.
 
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