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- Henry Heid - The Sun - Train car -

Daruk's words hit Henry hard, the man's worries cracking through his extroverted and boastful exterior were quite the startling surprise, even moreso as he reminisced about his last heir who had died to a brigand attack, and another one five years before also having perished, but the cause of said's death was not specified. But Daruk's next words would leave Henry momentarily speechless.

"Me?...and Heir?" Henry said in reaction, before resting his hands on a nearby table. In deep thought, obviously. Becoming an Heir to a court was no small business. It was serious, nominating an Heir was entrusting your rule, and the entire court along with it, to the person. Stories of Court Maesters who never chose heirs were rather common, especially today.

"I...don't really know what to say, to be honest I always figured you'd choose Soren, or someone younger to be an heir. But...then again I am also young enough." He commented and sighed lightly.

He steeled himself for a moment as he looked away, before locking eyes with Daruk with a determined expression. "I accept." He answered. "I will not let you down Daruk, and...well...no curse is strong enough to take me down." He finished.

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- Richter - Vivifica's voyage -

"I shall see to getting some rest after this excursion of ours, you're not the only one who has commented on my restless appearance." Ricther answered Aislinn with a light sigh, seemed like his attempts at appearing rested and fully up weren't being effective, clearly his hair wasn't glowing enough. The mention of Jynn brought a thought to Ricther's mind. "Hmm, speaking of Jynn. I believe he boarded the train to Sanctum Heights, I also see the absence of Zion as well." Ricther commented on the absence of two of his allies.

Aislinn's questions about his life and free time were a surprise to be sure, but a rather welcome one, helped break the monotony and all, and while he enjoyed the chat and the opportunity for talk, he noticed her distressed eyes, which brought a frown upon his expression whenever she wasn't looking.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the boats, which the Maestra promptly handed the men a satchel full of gold coind as payment for their services, the man not daring to count the coins and simply allowing them onto the boat. Ricther would sit near the Maestra, and ponder to himself about the workings of Itika. And how his earlier experience with the stuff had left their mark on him. Raw mana was a dangerous power to wield, and even try to obtain even, these thoughts would carry on his head until either spoken to or after their arrival in their destination.

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- Arno Cross - Bounty Hunting Samurai Cowboy Sniper - Tavern in Vita City -

Through an unlikely, or very likely but unfortunate turn of events, Tibarn failed at his one job and got caught, then again he was doing alright until the man decided to look back at him so it could be forgiven, seemed like the universe either wanted Arno dead, or just wanted to mess with him as it'd be very rare for a day to go by without a bit of trouble lately, but regardless.

As the table flipped Arno kicked back, slamming back into the chair as he rolled on his back into a standing position, using the momentum to reach for his sawed off shotgun under his coat and his trusty wakizachi, Kuzabi. Kusabi was long enough to be as threatening as it was in essence a smaller katana, its smaller weight and frame would allow him to reload quicker if need be, thankfuly his sawed off was already loaded.

As Gabriel did his move, Arno was focused on one thing, saving Tibarn from a possible bullet to the braincase. The man was irritating as hell, but he was useful and legitimately good company, so Arno would rather not lose an ally in a bar fight that doesn't even involve them. After Saff's and Gabriel's attack, the black haired man who held the gun to Tibarn's head would possibly turn to see Arno, with cold, staring eyes looking at him over the barrel of a sawed off shotgun, a blast from such a gun would kill a normal man even at longer ranges than the tavern provided.

"Tibarn, Duck." Arno would say to him as he channeled both wind and fire magic into his shotgun, infusing the slug round with both elements as he fired them at the man, the slug would explode in a small localized explosion upon contact with either the man, or the wall behind him. Airbust was one of Arno's favorite combinations for ammo.

Arno would simply pull out another round from his coat and load it into his shotgun, as he would then resume aiming, should the man not attack him.

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–Miko, the Outskirts–
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It took the better part of the day to sail across the Sea of the Syren. The mages utilized their wind magic to better aid their passage, making better time than they would have ordinarily if they relied solely upon the natural wind to carry them across the sea.

The journey was rather eventless, permitting the Maestra to even dose once or twice over the course of their journey. They threw down their anchor when a small village loomed into view, a small dock awaiting them. Only two other vessels were present, with the rest of the docks being rather vacant. Few ships traveled to and from The Outskirts in the present day, especially with the current transgression of importing Itika. As well as the rumors.

"I have heard that The Outskirts are haunted," one of the Vivifica mages uttered, extending a hand toward Valery to help her out of the boat. "It is said to house the lost souls of the Magi, those who walk the path between the physical and spirit realm, though one can only believe folklore to a certain extent."

A sandy beach stretched as far as the eye could meet, with a darkening cloudy sky overhead. Soon night would befall them, their stomachs rumbling from a day out at sea and little in the way of provisions. Since Miko is a village independent of Regalia, they do not serve the mage courts and thus they are not obliged to lend their aid to those of Vivifica. Old fashioned huts stretch across the beach, with the dark-skinned folk of Miko going about their daily activities. Some were pulling fresh linens from a clothesline, while another was sharpening blades. Aislinn tucked a lock of wispy dark hair behind her ear, gaze falling upon the man with his weapons, before turning back to her fellow mages.

"It would be wisest if we rest here before we venture to the Valley of Magic," she said. "It has been a long day, and an even longer day awaits us in the morrow."

–Sanctus Heights–
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The train door opened, and passengers began to pour forth. Outside the sun glared overhead, blinding those getting off the train and onto the platform. Several other trains were visible in the station, one of which was loading for Vita City. Shiroo eagerly hopped off the platform, red ponytail swinging behind him. He set down Lev's luggage and smiled in her direction.

"Welcome to Sanctus Heights."

The station was relatively straightforward to maneuver through, with proper signage indicating where to find other platforms, as well as the exit. Many civilians recognized the Ignis mages, several crying out in their direction and whooping with joy. Daruk in particular received quite the swarm of fans, and a handful of teenagers boldly approached Soren asking for his autograph. They were celebrities in Sanctus Heights, where the residency was predominately non-magical folk due to a court being nowhere near the premises.

If anyone wandered outside of the station, marble steps would lead out into the city itself. The entirety of Sanctus Heights was surrounded by a stone wall, twenty-feet tall and sturdy. It would outlast even the most vicious of sieges. Cobblestone lined the streets, and wealthy stores were apparent as far as they eye could meet. Essentially anything you could want was within less than a mile. Village districts were toward the south of the city, though homes were sprinkled all throughout. The streets were bustling with civilians, predominately dressed in fine garments. The Ignis mages arrived a day prior to the others, so they would have plenty of time to explore if they wished. Their residence was up in the Grand Cathedral, located in the heart of Sanctus Heights, though they did not need to report there immediately lest they wished to do so.

–The Tavern in Vita City–
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Immediately the dark-haired man, Kiev, and the woman shot each other a glance, before he laughed heartily at Saff. "Ah, so you do remember me after all! I'm delighted to hear that you haven't forgotten me as much as I haven't you, my dear Saffron."

He twirled the serving tray before him, protecting himself from the metal fragments, though the same could not be said for his companion. The woman took a blow to her thigh from the metal sphere, cursing loudly as blood poured from the new wound.

When he lowered the tray to shoot another smirk over at Saff, he found a glass of whiskey being flung in his face by Gabriel. The glass broke, cutting his forehead, the cool liquid of the beverage mixing with the warmth of his blood over his face. He shot a glare over at Gabriel, pointing his gun at him.

"Not smart if you care about your friend," he warned. "But then again, who am I to make assumptions? No one ever said you had to be smart–"

The woman did not see the uppercut from Gabriel coming, still distracted by the assault from Saff, and thus found herself knocked back to the ground. She gripped a shard of glass and, as Gabriel left her and rounded on Kiev, she attempted to embed it into his neck, where his jugular vein could be found.

The drunken man seemed to arise to his senses, pulling out his own gun and firing. Two hit the light fixture above them, sending sparks flying everywhere, while another was aimed at Gabriel's left shoulder. Gabriel did succeed in landing a blow upon Kiev's chest, though the dark-haired man gripped his hand, a smile planting on his face. Gabriel would find heat rise within his hand, and, if he did not pull away quickly enough, his flesh would be burnt and blistered.

Tibarn gladly obeyed Arno's command, ducking as Arno did his magic. Quite literally. Kiev was still engaged with Gabriel, the bullet from Arno thankfully missing him, though it did hit the unfortunate bartender as she tried to make it out the door. It hit her square in the back, killing her almost instantly as it exploded upon impact. The window beside her shattered, and patrons outside could be heard screaming as they scrambled away.

Kiev flicked his right wrist, and flames danced between his thumb and index finger . He planned to channel the backlash of his magic into Gabriel–who he still fought to cling to–as he sent a wave of fire in Arno's direction. Meanwhile, Tibarn withdrew his twin gun blades, twirling them before shooting in the direction of the woman attacking Gabe. His aim was careful, so as not to hit his comrade, though sadly both of his bullets missed. One hit a beer keg behind the bar, liquid fizzing out in a mad fury to escape. The bullets did distract the woman, however, which would possibly make it easy for Gabriel to shake her off.

–The Battle on the Big Bridge–
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Five rogues were outside of the wall of flames, not including the two protecting Fyenne and the girl herself. They raised their weapons as the embodiment of death approached, one attempting to jab at the creatures Arkane summoned but instead succumbed to the creature.

"No! Roderic!" his comrade cried out, charging toward the same summon but also being consumed. Before he hit the ground an arrow thumped into his back, one which was reflected by Arkane's tarot card.

Fyenne spun, shooting black fire to ignite a nearby carriage fully, and to protect her allies from the abominations which Arkane summoned. She turned her head in Eclaire's direction as she heard her orders, hesitation creeping within her chest. Her enemy . . . wished to help her? Fear crept into the girl's dark eyes as she glanced at Eclaire. The woman seemed so kind, so gentle. Were her words true?

However, she knew that she could not risk it. She shot a sideways glance at her master, before grasping her hands together. Her shadow upon the ground grew before splitting into three. They soared up into the air, grasping for Eclaire, one trying to strangle the woman while the other two attempted to pull her down.

Meanwhile, the twelve men behind the wall of flames reloaded their crossbows, allowing another round to fire at the court mages. Three were sent in Arkane and Gerik's direction, while another was whizzing toward Pali. Two were shot toward Eleanor, while another sent toward Isabelle. However, Eclaire's blast had taken down three, while four others had received wounds that would eventually lead to problems if not addressed in a timely manner.

Gorvin, startled, took Eleanor's first strike to the arm, causing a deep gash in the flesh. He rolled to the side, out of Eleanor's line of fire, as he hoisted himself up onto his knee, preparing a bullet just for her. He shot twice, in case the first was not successful, aiming toward her torso in hopes of slowing her down.

Moisture began to permeate the air, though no reprieve was found within this shower. One of the bandits rubbed his fingers together. It was slick, moist, and tacky. Blood.

A few of them cried something, and another readied his crossbow. He shot it in Isabelle's direction, though he was far away, and likely he would not hit his target.

–The Eastern Sea–
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The mages made great time. The boost that Kagura and Professor Nero enacted allowed smooth sailing throughout the Eastern Sea, and all was going according to plan. If not better.

They were perhaps no farther than an hour from shore when a shudder could be felt on the deck. To some it may have been misconstrued as a wave, though belowdecks it felt more like a jolt. This would likely have awoken Luka, and it was enough to send Mellark up to investigate.

"Have you encountered a problem, Professor Nero?" he inquired politely. "If there is anything–"

His words died in his throat, his gaze hovering above Mako's shoulder. He rose a hand and hurtled ice fragments toward his fellow mage, only they embedded themselves upon the mast, and a horrid strangled guttural cry sounded from something.

"What is that?" Mellark inquired, stunned, staring at the creature that slithered from its perch on the mast.

With a quick glance around, the Somnum mages would find that eight creatures like it slithered onto the deck, poised and ready to strike. One spat out a black inky venom in Jari's direction. On impact, it would blind, burn, and inflict poison damage.

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–Vivifica Train–
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The train car was now vacant, save for the souls likely lost in the fire, in addition to Zion, Jynn, and the thief. The man was conscious, fear creeping into his freckled face.

"I–I didn't know this would happen!" he cried out, desperation making his voice crack as it rose an octave. "Please, please spare me, Archmagus!"

Unfortunately the conductor of the train was none the wiser to the fire, and the velocity of the train continued to feed the flames. Thankfully Zion had managed to keep the flames from spreading to the other cars, though salvation didn't seem to be in favor for their current location.

The crack in the wall increased, until a large chunk of it blew away and twirled in the wind. Luggage and belongings began to sweep forth from the opening, and the thief cautiously gripped the legs of a bench to keep from being blown out. The flames roared, stretching upward into an arc upon the ceiling, charred fragments falling upon the three living souls.
 
- Arno - The Bartender accidental murder - Tavern in Vita City -

Well, shit. Kiev managed to dodge his shotgun slug by accident due to being in a fight with Gabriel and Tibarn, worst yet, the bullet landed on the back. Killing the woman instantly and shattering a window, which alerted those outside. "Hm." was all of Arno's reaction to this unfortunate accident, he legitimately felt bad for killing her, but since it was an accident and she did try to make a run for it as bullets were about to fly. He couldn't fully blame himself, was he that jaded? He himself didn't know.

Arno had to react quickly as Kiev launched a wave of fire towards him, Channeling wind magic to his wakizashi he slashed upwards in a vertical motion, sending a small wave of wind to break through the fire wave, and effectively separating the fire wave in two harmless parts as the middle was cut in half, Arno didn't waste any time dashing towards the drunken man, swinging his wakizashi towards his gun and his hand in order to disarm him by either knocking the gun out of his hand or cutting off a finger or two and make him drop it. Should that succeed Arno would quickly grab the back of the man's head and would slam it into the nearest table. Aiming to knock him out of the fight so he could focus on Kiev and his woman friend.

As Arno would quickly take the opportunity to grab a nearby wooden chair, and throw it towards the woman who had been distracted by Tibarn's shots, aimed at her head. Possibly a knock out if landed, as well as breaking the chair on impact.

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- Ricther - Vivifica's Thaumaturge - Miko Outskirts -

They soon arrived at their destination, or at least the shores of Miko, a rather underdeveloped village that wasn't affiliated with any courts, so they were pretty much in the dark as to how much they could trust the villagers, though Ricther hoped that so long as they didn't do anything wrong to them, they wouldn't wrong him and his allies back.

"Is it now." Ricther commented Dryly as a mage mentioned the outskirts being haunted. Being a practitioner and expert in Thaumaturgy, he had a bit of experience with spirits and magic of the same sort, his summoned weapons were soul bound and ethereal, they were technicaly spirits as well. Exorcism was something he hadn't tried before, as he'd never really met a lot of angry ghosts in his life.

Aislinn quick noted that the day was coming to an end and it'd be best to spend the night in the outskirts and make camp. Hopefuly some mages brought camping supplies.
"It'd be safer to travel during the day, I say we stay the night as well." He agreed to AIslinn's proposition. As he looked around to look at his fellow mages.
"Should we do stay the night, its best some to keep watch during the night, take turns. Just in case the outskirts are truly...haunted." Ricther commented, as he shot a glance at the Mage who had commented about the rumors.

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- Arkane from Umbra Court - The Big Bridge - Battle On The Bridge -
Arkane would scoff from the constant complaints and whines and even more complaints of his reaction. Especially Eclaire. He had no bad blood against her and her choices. He had met enough people throughout his life that had gone against his choices and thoughts. But that was just it. He did not give a single damn. Again, there was no bad blood, and he would not wish terribly on any of his members unless they did something that would earn his scorn, to which so far none have done. But if she wished to save the girl, then let her try, but no complaints would get stuff done. No complaints would reverse anything. Besides. Once the girl was freed and done...where would she go? What would happen to her? Did she expect for them to bring her along? Then what? At most, they could contact the Ignis Court and hope that they took her in, and that was if she was compliant to begin with. But she wished for the girl to not be harmed? Very well. He will not kill the child. He had more important things to worry about at the moment, anyways. Two of the creatures were quick to eat them up. The sounds of bone crunching and skin ripping echoed among the chaos of battle. Blood reigned upon the fire, but he did not know if it would do anything to hamper the fire walls. The fire would light a carriage on fire, the fire catching one of the multi-eyed creatures' wings on fire as they would screech, charging to attack the rest. Arkane brought his flute to his lips and began to play. 'Do not kill the girl'. Keyword; kill. He would play his song, the sound of the flute soaring across the battlefield. Whatever remained of the men would attempt to crawl and wheeze at their fellow comrades. To see their friends and allies come back from the dead, barely in one piece to try and attack them would give them enough shock to knock some sense into them. Arkane would look up and pull out another card. "I only have a few more reflection left." He hissed. Damn it. When it came to his cartomancy, they were always premade. They had to be. Each spell and curse would have to be written down and performed properly before they could be ready to use on the field. Of course there were more talented mages that could summon curses and sigils on the fly. But Arkane was not that kind of person. His secret skills involved the blood and the actual necromancy, after all. He would groan and hold his head, rubbing the back of his head. He could attempt to help with the rain of blood, but that would take so much energy. To wield blood outside of his own was painful as it was. But he would have to do what he had to do. His attention would turn to Isabelle. "Hey, Isabelle! Do not get scared now, yes?" He asked. He would take a deep breath and begin to play. He focused on the flute, furrowing his brows as he began to focus on the blood that rain from below. He closed his eyes and played a loud shrill note, drops here and there crystallizing into shards that would fall down onto the men. Surely too small to do any harm, but sharp enough to begin to pierce the skin and cut.

- Arun & Vincent from Ignis Court - Sanctus Heights -
Arun would look around at the screams and cheers that came their way, most particularly at Daruk and Soren. Both gentlemen and ladies alike would look his way along with the rest of the mages, whispering among themselves as they commented along. "How cool!" "Is he not handsome?" "Over here!" Arun would glance around as Vincent was rather happy to drink in any attention that was given to him. Arun would turn amused. "You are not a mage, however." "And? They do not know that..." Vincent whispered, gently nudging him with his elbow. Arun's attention would return to the sight of the city. The whole place alone was a marble of architecture and history. A prominent non-magic population, it contained all that one could need to survive within the four walls that surrounded it all. They had time, too much time. A whole day ahead. They could go around, explore, buy some souvenirs, so on. Arun would look around before turning to the rest of the court. "Should we explore Sanctus Heights before heading to the Grand Cathedral?" Arun asked. Vincent was more than happy to accept on that offer. "We should! Hey Henry! Want to come along with me? I will be looking around for some instruments and materials. We can get some food along the way." He suggested. Arun would play with a lock of his hair, as he would glance around. "Maybe they will have molds for my clay." He whispered under his breath, tilting his head before turning to smile at the group. "Should we all come along together or go into different groups?" His attention then turned to Lev. "Oh, Lev. Have you been to Sanctus Heights before? There is one bakery that sells the tastiest of churros..." He whispered, playing with the strand of hair. It was sweets. Arun was a sucker for sweets. It was thanks to his training regimen that he was able to keep up with the calories he would end up in taking when his father was not around to scold him for it. Then again that sour old man did not allow Arun to enjoy anything.
 
LUKA ABOARD THE DAUNTLESS
The sleeping researcher grumbled as the ship shook. Her eyes opened very slowly and she gently stood up and let the blanket fall. Not wanting to have her blanket get wet from the ocean spray. She climbed the stairs and looked around on deck. “Whats happening?” She muttered looking around. She left her weapons and supplies downstairs.


SAFFRON IN THE TAVERN
Saff then sighs before flicking her hands and repositioning the metallic beads that she had loosed before. She focused them to converge on Kiev’s hands attempting to handcuff him to lessen his mobility of hands and ,by association, his magic. She then unsheathed her combat Knife


ISABELLE UMBRA BIG BRIDGE

The hemomancer frowned as she was told to prevent escape. “Aww but thats so dull... but fine... very well.” She stepped to the side to dodge the bolt that was sent her way. “Just a bit too far for proper accuracy honey.” She says to the archer before snapping her fingers. All those who were coated in the blood rain suddenly sprouted cold spikes of blood that impailed their bodies where they had been coated. She continued to approach. Her blood still dripping from her hand. She traced a few marks in the air and a wall of ice rose behind the bandits. Their escape was cut off. “I may need some special treatment later for all the blood Im using” The Hemomancer smiles, speaking to herself.
 
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Jynn Venas - Vivifica - On the train

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Jynn was taken by surprise by the explosion, but he had to keep his composure, as two rows have been set ablaze. Even the aggressor was surprised, so much so, it seemed to make him have a change of heart, begging Jynn and Zion not to kill him. It was clear that Jynn was having none of it, and grabs the man’s chest. “How did you not expect a bag full of explosive powder to do this you moron?! When we get to Sanctus Heights, you will be facing court for this madness!”


Zion tells Jynn to open a window so she could choke the flames from this car. As soon as she finishes her sentence however, the wall on the car gives way, and the wind was pulling everything out. The thief held on for dear life to the leg of a chair. Jynn withdraws his gun and calls back his sword. “Zion, get out of this car! It is too dangerous for you!”

The flames continued to roar, endangering the thief and Zion’s lives, but Jynn has a resistance to the heat and flames, and comes up with a plan. He grabs the thief and reaches the car where Zion is. “I have a plan! It’s a long shot, but it’s for everyone’s safety! We need to uncouple the cars attached to this one, derail it, and couple the rest of the cars together!” He lets go of the thief. “And keep an eye on him!”


Without hesitation, Jynn rushes through the fire and to the car ahead. Eventually he reaches the car holding horses, and grabs his on horse Melstrome. “Okay pal, lets get to work.” He hastily saddles up the horse and the two hop out of the side of the train at a full gallop. Jynn slows Mel down so he could find Zion and prepare for the uncoupling. “Alright Zion, are you ready?! I’m going to uncouple the cars ahead, and you uncouple yours. Then I’m going to blast this car off the rails. I’ll then help you drag this car to the others!”

Upon his final words, he gets his horse to gallop ahead and reaches the cars in front of the charred car. The Leviathan then reveals it’s amplified power, and Jynn hurls it at the dangerous car’s coupler. It was a clean cut, and the sword dematerializes. The charred car and those behind it start to slow down. Jynn quickly materializes the Leviathan again, and the sword transforms into a large scythe. He uses the weapon’s blade and his strength to drag the cars. He looks back to Zion. “Alright, uncouple it!”

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Once the doors open to allow the passengers to Sanctus Heights, Shiroo helps with Lev’s luggage again. “Thanks Shiroo, But I’ll take it this time.” She grabs the luggage and takes it with her. As soon as she and the others step out of the train, they were greeted by many non magic users. They seem to idolize the group, and were even asking for autographs.

Once they clear the crowd, Arun catches Lev’s attention, telling her about the rumors of the churros here. As soon as the word “churros” was mentioned, she was sold. “Really? Oooh. Lets go get some then!”
 
Kagura Sumeragi - Somnum Court, Balaena Battle

Kagura yelped in fear at seeing them. As the monsters slithered onto the deck, the Water Dancer looked at Professor Nero. Jaw set, arms out, Kagura began to dance. Water began to flow more and more, and then with a flourish Kagura was shot skyward about fifteen feet. Now atop an icy tower, the dancer went slower, forming a hail of ice. With a few martial kicks, a hail of ice was now sent at the Balaenas, Kagura staying as calm as the shy dancer could possibly be. Which was internal screaming and wanting to hide behind Nero and cry.
Later.
Later.

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Zion - Vivifica Court - What the hell is going on

Zion was about to fix this with more shields, then she was dumped this guy. Smashing his head into the side to knock him out, Zion tossed him into the car and rolled her shoulders. A magic circle formed under her, and her golden wings grew. She held her hand out and with a cowboy flourish spun one handgun. She aimed down and fired, blasting the coupling. "THERE." She shouted, taking flight. Winging to the side, she encased the entire car in an airtight shield, to smother the flames. "I can lift the car up, so give me a moment!" She shouted. breathing, she winged up and lifted the car up, before she flew to the side. Once there was no chance of forest fire, she set it down, leaving the shield going as she winged back over. "Let's get this coupled!" She shouted, not amused. No, let's not just smother the flames with shields, let's break the train! Was he from ignis? This seemed like a very hotheaded thing to do. Landing, She knelt down. Hopefully the coupling on the other side was in good shape - she had shot the heavy pin of the train car out. "Please tell me you have a plan to connect them."

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Eclaire - Umbra Court - Battle at the Big Bridge



Eclaire saw the oncoming shadows. She closed her eyes, slumping. Never easy...
Her body was encased with black lightning. The shadows approached with deadly intent, but she began a barrel roll...and was fired forward, safe. Now near the ground, she summoned Thornflare and blasted the ground with dark fire, burning it to glass and landing. Sliding fast along it, she opened fire at the two guards to Fyenne, which caused them to miss every shot they had aimed at her. "I can save you!" She shouted to the girl. "You can be free!"
She leaped over any attack sent her way by the slave mage, once more launching herself with Black Lightning to land behind her. The two guards, one wounded, fired his gun, but Overture blocked it. She began trading blows, blocking and being pushed back by the much larger man, who had drawn a sword.. She used her speed to duck around him and slash his back, but the other came and tackled her/ Overture was knocked from her grasp, and she kicked off, Thornflare glowing. She fired Dark Fira at the man, who cried out as it struck his shoulder, throwing him back, his gun sliding away. His friend came at her with deadly intent, and Thornflare was thrown aside. Stepping back, he grinned and aimed to bring him weapon down upon her, but his eyes grew in surprise as a dark sword now blocked him.
"Come, Caladbolg...let us dance in the chaos." She threw him back and charged, now with him on the defensive. His eyes went wide as it flared with dark fire, the same fire around them. With a roar she smashed away his weapon and fired a blast right into his chest, throwing him backwards as his wounded friend rose, aiming his retrieved gun at her. She calmly turned and raised her hand, smashing his bullet away with Caladbolg.
"Come with me, kid." She said softly. "And be free."
She curled her hand closed and jerked it towards her. Overture and Thornflare was yanked towards her, impaling the man through the chest and stomach. He stopped, eyes wide, blood flowing over his lower lip as she turned quickly, the dark greatsword leaving a trail of fire as she slashed at the other guard, his bullet engulfed in flames that cleaved him. She stood there now, not directly looking at Fyenne, her three swords orbiting her now.

Eclaire then turned and extended her hand to Fyenne, palm up, a soft smile upon her face.

Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
 
- Pali, Umbra Court, Battle on the Big Bridge -

Pali surveyed the battlefield, observing the order and chaos of it all as the bandits secured themselves behind a wall of black flame created by a rogue mage. Worse yet, they had ranged weaponry, and crossbows at that whose projectiles were just slow enough to gather some of the heat and sometimes fire from the wall they penetrated. Pali had one slung his direction, and it came from an area from which he was not paying much attention. As a result, he was shot to the gut, and he winced in pain from the sudden bolt.

"Urgh," he grunted, stumbling back from its force before forcing his foot back where it was and pulling it out.

It was a glancing blow against his ribs, nothing too dangerous, so after some testing he pulled it out and studied it angrily. He snapped the halfway point of the arrow and observed a clear liquid within it, a salve formed from his wishful thinking. He smeared the liquid onto his wound, not bothering to take the arrow out now but feeling awash with relief upon the salve's application.

"Now, my turn. I wish that arrows and bolts will bounce off of my skin. I wish that my clothes and I are immune to black fire but still can burn."

With these wishful thoughts in mind, he stepped forward with a smirk on his face into the flames, watching closely at himself as he was set ablaze but did not feel any chemical changes to his body or clothes due to the extreme heat. What it did do, however, was give him the appearance of something ghastly that erupted from a nightmare, a ten-foot being cloaked in black flames with ominous red-orange eyes glowing from him. This was mostly an illusive projection, but the real deal was perhaps just as terrifying.

"Your wall, your mage, and your crossbows will save you not. If you do not wish to go mad, close your eyes and beg for forgiveness. I can cause you to desire that your mind could be scratched out with your fingernails."

With one eye closing and his two hands shaping into an box, eerie white eyes and snapping jaws of darkness erupted forth from him and his cloak of fire. These macabre manifestations were illusion, but they were very real as well. Five inky but weak creatures of his own make, twisted chimaeras of umbral nature, wriggled toward those who did not close their eyes, aiming for their arms and legs before following up with their necks if possible.

((This affair with illusion and wishful thinking will be very draining on Pali, but he hopes that this will cut down the numbers as well as provide a quick surrender before he is close to exhaustion.))

- Daruk, Ignis Court, arriving in Sanctus Heights -

Daruk stayed silent, but with a large smile full of mirth and joy as he watched Henry come to a decision upon this long-pondered offer. He felt that it might have been taken as out-of-the-blue, but in the end it seemed well justified. Henry will make a great leader in the future, near or far, he was certain.

"Hah! I figured you wouldn't let me down, boy! Thanks for not making me out as a liar to myself!" guffawed Daruk, slapping Henry heartily between the shoulders with a muscle-bound hand. "As for Soren, he's a good pick too, and was the runner-up by a close margin. I had half a mind that I should pick two heirs to share the responsibility, but in the end that would breed only resentment. One's better than two, but if you are my right hand Soren will be my equally strong left.

"Now, for a quiet toast before we head back," he continued, grabbing a few ales on a serving tray being carried down the aisle and throwing a pricy coin onto the tray as recompense. "To the end of a potential curse, and to a new beginning later down the road."

He offered one of the mugs of ale to Henry, then within the same second attempted to gulp down the entire draught in record time. When he leaned back on the tankard, foam still clung to his ruddy beard as he emitted a satisfied grin. That was some good stuff.

- Jari, Somnum Court, the unwilling accepting party of squid spit -

Down in the hold of the ship, Jari was attempting to work on a watercolour painting he had brought along with him. His tongue was out. His hand, while twitchy due to the nature of the ocean's waves, was getting the hang of the ship's sway and brought the paintbrush to where he meant to every time. His eyes glittered with anticipation. And then the ship rattled and shook under a stranger force than a wave. His hand and paintbrush swept over the watercolour painting, smearing whatever progress he made on it. Groaning softly, he wiped it down with his sleeve. While it was forever altered, it did not look as bad now. In fact, maybe it was better than before. He smiled in the end.

"I do wonder what that bump was, though," he voiced to himself, looking around his room before thinking that it could not have been something in his room to begin with. Chuckling, he put down the painting, wandered into the hall, and followed Mellark to the top deck, where he witnessed something horrible. No, make it several horrible things. Monsters? Balaenae?! He did not expect all of these nasty things to be on board. If he had, he would have tried to duck down beneath the deck and tried to wait it out. He was not much of a fighter, but if Kagura was up there and trying to take these things out, well, he should too.

With an air of newly stirred bravado, he drew his knife from its sheathe on his hip, but from a location he did not expect ink shot forth into his eyes and on his face. He screamed as the weapon dropped from his hand and clattered uselessly to the floor as he tried to wipe the blackness from his face.

"Ah! It burns! It burns!" he shouted, wiping his face with both sleeves and parts of his hands.

The damage had been done in that short amount of time, and his skin felt hot to the touch as the ink left red acid marks upon what it touched. His eyes were the worse off, and he worked away at them as best as possible in an effort to save his sight. Maybe next time a monster dares to come near him he should wear goggles.
 
{Valery - Vivifica Court: Miko; The Outskirts} Scrapmaster Scrapmaster Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
Valery eyed the inhabitants of Miko with a mix of sympathy and wariness. It was Vivifica's goal to help all, but they could only do so much. At times, you had to focus on your own before you could help outsiders. Whatever Aislinn's plan, Valery hoped they could still do right be the locals.
Marching up to Ricther, the Vivifica Warden saluted.
"I volunteer." Her parrot familiar translated.
<I do not need much rest.> She signed to the Thaumaturge. <I can take several watches.>



{Gerik Lockford - Umbra Court: Big Bridge; in battle} Xion136 Xion136 Stardustblade358 Stardustblade358 HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas Endless Thundaza Endless Thundaza Thanny Thanny Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
Gerik maintained his barrier to block more incoming fire as he surveyed the battle. Isabelle had done as instructed, and with a minimum of grumbling. The Maester made a mental note to congratulate her on this later. Pali's illusions and Arkane's corpses were sure to break a few spirits of these bandits. Yes, things were going quite well.
What was concerning him was Eclaire. Her obsession with saving the slave girl was to be expected with her Vivifica upbringing. But like the Vivifica view point in general, it missed several harsh realities about life. If the girl was too scared or broken to seize the opportunity before her, the effort to convince her and turn her into an asset for the court might not be worth the price. There might be more value in letting Arkane have her. But, it was never that simple, was it?
Dispelling his barrier, Gerik used a Dark Charge to slam into another bandit near the enslaved Mage.
"You honestly won't get a better offer than Miss de Wynter's, my dear." The Umbral Maester said in a pleasant tone, tipping his hat to the girl.
He absently flicked a small Dark Matter orb at Gorvin, designed to do little to no actual damage itself, but almost guaranteed to trip the bandit up.
"Your current masters are doomed." He continued in the same pleasant tone. "Care to take a chance on avoiding that fate?"



{Mako Koyl - Somnum Court: the Eastern Sea; Aboard the Dauntless} Elrandir Elrandir Xion136 Xion136 HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria Thanny Thanny Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
Mako nearly jumped as Mellark fired his ice past her.
"What in the hells ar-" she began, but her voice died as she turned to see what her fellow Mage shot at.
It was ugly. It was stinky. And it spat something even worse. These were major signs that Mako didn't want to be where she was. In the blink of an eye, she teleported across the deck. Lightning crackled along her legs and arms, acting her weapons. But did she really want to get close to those things.
"Hells no!" She thought.
So, new plan. Jari was hit, and that was bad. Luka was up, but she didn't seem to have anything. That was also bad.
"So, I can help them and not have to directly deal with the squid faces." She thought. "That's kind of good."
Teleporting below decks, Mako looked for Luka's stuff. She found what looked like what she was after and just grabbed all of it. She reappeared next to Luka.
"You may want some of this." She said quickly, dumping the stuff on the sleepy mage.
She made another jump to over by Jari. She was looking a little red from the consecutive jumps, and was breathing a little harder.
"What do you need?" Make asked the stricken Jari. "Water? Tissue? A moist towelette?"
 
- Thea Nero - Court of Somnum: Eastern Sea - The Dauntless -

Professor Nero was looking towards the open sea while still holding her staff, she turned to look at Mako.

"The ability to control and manipulate water has always come easy to me. It feels as an extension of my own consciousness," Nero answered Mako, "And no, you are not being distracting, Miss Koyl. In fact, I appreciate the company."

The trip towards Sanctus Heights was going smoothly and without any danger, if things kept going that way then Nero calculated that around another hour would be enough for them to reach shore. Her mind was in a state of peace and meditation even though she was focused on controlling the water to help the ship go faster, until she heard something deep into her mind.

"Tudwoh aj semadw"

A strange voice snapped her from her meditative state and made her blink twice. She had heard that voice before, sometimes when she was awake and others in very vivid dreams, dreams in which she was sinking further and further into the ocean, only to learn that she didn't need to worry about drowning. Those words were strange, and yet they had meaning. Something was coming.

It happened in a split second after she heard Mellark's voice, a cry of some crature. This had to be the balaenas the Captain spoke of. Nero stopped focusing on helping the ship go faster and instead focused on the safety of the crew.

"Mages of Somnum! This is a hostile situation, remember your combat training and do not hesitate to use everything you got against these creatures. Remember, our priority is the safety of the Dauntless' crew," Nero shouted as she tapped the floor of the deck twice, "and the extermination of any threats."

As the Professor tapped her staff twice, streams of water began to quickly fly towards the members of the ship's crew, those visible, at least, and surround them in a sphere of water, then those spheres would quickly solidify into crystal clear, barely visible barriers of strong ice. It was at that moment that she heard the voice of Jari, and as she turned around she noticed that he had been hit with the creature's acid attack. She quickly ran towards Jari, always avoiding Kagura's hail of ice, and for the few that were close to hit her, she would just change them back to regular water. She stopped as she saw Luka coming out without any weapons and half asleep.

"We are under attack, Miss Rabbi, so I would suggest that you get your equipment back and-"

The sudden appearence of Mako holding Luka's gear made Nero give Mako a quick nod.

"Thank you for that, Miss Koyl," She said as she looked towards Jari, "Mister Coriander needs some help, please see that he gets it."

The Maestra waved her hand as a wave splashed water upwards, the water gathered in orbs of water that quickly froze and changed into icicles, some small, some medium, and a few large ones. She waved her hand once more and hurtled the icicles toward the creatures that she had on her field of vision. For those creatures who had managed to get hit and get the icicles stuck on their bodies, they would began to hear a crackling sound coming from the icicles, faint and slow at first, but after a few seconds a jolt of electricity would be unleashed on the balaenas. The more icicles they had on their bodies the more powerful the electric shock would be.
 
Luka Rabbi- Somnum- Dauntless
Luka yawned again before, following Nero’s suit. Tapping her spear twice on the deck and creating branching off shoots of water from Nero’s prexisting streams. These seperated and rushed the Balenas. She then snapped and a discharge of lightning flowed into the several water flows, making them charged. Luka then caused her spear to turn to a thin wall of sand. Just thin enough for her to see through. But thick enough to defend herself from a similar fate to Jari. “These beasts... they appear vile in nature....” she yawns again. “I wonder how sturdy their physical structure is.”
 
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Jynn Venas - Vivifica - Saving the rest of the train

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Zion successfully dealt with the troublesome car, but it was now time to couple the rest of the cars together. This will be no easy task, but it must be done. Jynn gets Mel in between the rails, directly in front of Zion’s car. Jynn faces backwards in his saddle, and forges two long whips out of his powers to wrap around the car’s coupler. He begins to wrap the ends around his arms so he can pull the car closer. He tightens his grip on Mel’s girth with his thighs and calves, and pushes down on his stirrups with his feet.
With the combined teamwork of horse and rider, they start to speed up the rear cars, going slightly faster than the locomotive ahead. Jynn keeps shortening the ropes, and the cars get closer to the duo. The teamwork was working, but was quickly proving to be physically draining, Jynn’s arms cannot pull the ropes any further, and his muscles start to feel sore, meanwhile, Mel’s breathing hastens, he starts to salivate from exhaustion, foaming at the mouth, and discharge leaks from his eyes and nostrils. He starts to sweat, with a black liquid running downwards, aesthetically ruining his overo coloration.
The front cars were now ahead of Jynn and Mel, and both individuals are starting to wear out. The rear car inches it’s way closer to the two. All they needed now was one more strong tug, and the cars will couple. Jynn struggles. “One....... last........... tug!” He then kicks at Mel’s girth, and the horse makes a leap out of the way of the rear car, and from Jynn’s final tug, the car’s coupler meets the front’s coupler. Success. Jynn withdraws the whips.
 
–Tavern in Vita City–
Scrapmaster Scrapmaster , Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas , HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria

The drunken man was, needless to say, surprised when Arno came up and struck at him with his wakizashi. The blade came down on his hand, and he did not draw it away fast enough to spare losing the majority of his thumb. The man screamed out in agony, dropping his gun in shock and bringing his hand to his chest. He was in no position to protest getting his head flung into the nearby table, knocking him unconscious as blood streamed from the open wound on his hand. The sight made Tibarn's stomach churn slightly.

The beads of metal sprung toward Kiev in an attempt to bind him. The metal ensnared his wrists, causing him to swear under his breath as he fought to drive them apart. The woman was still struggling to slaughter Gabriel with the fragment of glass, which placed her in the perfect position to get a chair to the back, which caused her to finally release Gabe and fall to a moaning heap on the ground. Kiev frowned, glancing up at Arno and shaking his head.

"Do you not have any respect for women?" he remarked coldly, leaping upward to stand up on the bar. The metal binding his wrists began to glow orange, and then a bright red, burn marks clearly visible on Kiev's wrist where the metal touched. He was heating the metal, and with a sharp motion the metal snapped, freeing the man once more. He summoned a fireball in his palm, feeding it until it was the size of a soccer ball, launching it toward Arno. He then waved an arm, causing a wave of flames to move diagonally across the bar, sweeping along the room so as to strike all of them, including his disabled allies. Fire lanced over the woman's garments, causing them to catch fire, in addition to burning her exposed arm. Tibarn leapt toward Saffron and aimed to shield her if she allowed it, the flames grazing over his coat and sending it ablaze. The drunken man, very much unconscious, caught fire, though he was none the wiser to the situation and likely would die to consumption of the flames if left. If one studied him carefully, pre-existing burn marks stretched from his neck and onto his cheek, making it apparent that Kiev had been using him as a catch-fire, whether at present or at a later date.

–Miko village, in The Outskirts–
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The blond-haired mage turned to glance in Richter's direction, exchanging glances as though staying firm to his belief despite the other mage questioning him. "It is what I have heard," he said defiantly.

"No one doubts you, Tiru," Aislinn said, hoping to dismiss the potential tension growing between her comrades. "It is the stories that we are skeptical over."

Their talking seemed to attract the man's attention, as he paused amidst sharpening a scimitar to glance over at the party.

"Travelers?" he called out, his accent thick and unlike that heard within Regalia.

The maestra shot a glance over at the party, silently hoping that he had not overheard their desire to sleep in shifts and their skepticism for the island. "Greetings, we are court mages of Vivifica!" she called out, slowly approaching the man. He rose from his seat in the sand, taking the sharpened scimitar with him as he deftly moved toward the maestra. His shoulders were broad and his stance displayed authority, though it didn't seem that he was particularly hostile toward any of them. Aislinn politely extended her hand to shake his, to which he stared down at it a moment before accepting the gesture, as though not accustomed to greeting in this manner.

"We seen you mages in dat valley"–he spoke the common tongue, albeit broken with accent thick and difficult to understand–"dunno what brings ye, but we don't want no trouble with dem courts."

The blond mage, Tiru, seemed impatient with the exchange, waving a hand dismissively as he said: "Our business is our own. We wish not to involve your people in our affairs."

A frown furrowed the swordsman's brow, whether it be due to not understanding Tiru, or disliking what he had to say. The man pointed in the direction of the village. "If ye have coin, we have food and place to sleep. Spirits come after dark, so not safe to be out soon."

The maestra's expression remained unshifted at the swordsman's words. Instead she gave a nod. "Thank you for the advice."

The man grunted, without so much as a smile. It seemed that he was displeased with their presence, but also was going to take the opportunity to aid the economy of Miko by whatever income they could muster from the mages of Regalia.

Aislinn turned to her companions, huddling close to them as she murmured softly: "Well, what do you think? Shall we accept?"

–Battle on the Big Bridge–
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The rain of blood seemed to only fuel the wall of flames, which cackled menacingly with each drop that would dance on the surface. The leader, Gorvin, shakily rose to his feet, watching with dismay as his fellow fallen comrades rose from the dead, only to be allied with the enemy and clawing at those still alive. It made his stomach turn and revolt.

Perhaps attacking an Umbra caravan was a bad idea, after all.

Master foresaw it, however, and insisted that they needed to be here at this particular time, and Gorvin was not going to argue. Instead he drew in the scene, noticing two figures of a particular threat: the necromancer, whose flute seemed to puppeteer the dead and summon forth abominations to consume them, and a hemomancer, whose magic drowned his companions in blood. He didn't know what it meant, but a rain of blood could not portend to good things. Blades outdrawn, he charged, zooming past Gerik and Arkane and diving toward Isabelle. He was inches from her, when the woman snapped her fingers and the blood transformed. A unified cry soared through the battlefield, both from friend and foe. The blood spatters upon Gorvin's shoulder and back also struck, stabbing into him and causing his body to revolt. It was around then that the dark matter from Gerik was sent in his direction. Its aim was not precise, allowing Gorvin to pivot but only resulting in his collapse. His momentum, however, still was in Isabelle's direction, twin knives outstretched as he half-lunged, and half-fell into her. One blade was aimed to embed itself just above her collarbone, the other stretched horizontally toward her neck. He was aiming for a quick kill, though this likely wouldn't be granted to him.

Shortly after the blood spikes came the the shards, which stung and pierced as they fell upon the party of bandits. Several yelped while others moaned. One batted away at the shards, cursing the Umbra name as his gaze met with Arkane's, eyes narrowed. He aimed a crossbow bolt directly at the chest of the necromancer, angered that had to be there. Angered that they did not stand a chance against mages.

Fyenne eyed Eclaire, tears streaming down her cheeks as fear was written all over her face. Her body trembled as she outstretched her hand, as if to accept Eclaire's, before a cry escaped her and the bracelet on her wrist began to glow an angry shade of violet. As though in pain, Fyenne withdrew her hand to her chest, now noticeably sobbing before managing the words. "I cannot. I am so . . . so sorry. Please run!" With that, the mage girl rose, doing a slow twirl with an arm raised to the sky. It initially seemed as if she were performing a graceful dance, though soon it was discovered that this was not so. The sky grew dark overhead, a roar piercing the air. Dark energy in the form of bolts struck, first slow, and then many began to fall in random locations, all around the mages in an attempt to strike them down. Her magic did succeed and toppling one of her own companions, a small cry escaping the man's throat before he fell for good. Fyenne shot him a dismal glance, as though not sorry that one of her own had been made a casualty.

Meanwhile, the bandits behind the wall, now wounded thanks to Isabelle's rain, yelped as Pali broke through their line of defense. It seemed nigh impossible for a human to be able to penetrate their flames and survive, and yet here he was.

"This man is on fire!" one of them cried, while another similarly shouted, "He's mad!" at hearing the command to close their eyes. Sadly, none in the party obeyed, thus they were subjected to the horror of a projection that Pali wished upon them. The five unfortunate targets yelped and attempted to fight back, though sadly only three were successful and the other two fell to the illusory summon. Those not afflicted turned to Pali ruefully, one raising a gun and pointing it at the man. He shot, though with a trembling hand, and it was not likely that it would even make its mark, let alone anywhere vital. Another charged up to Pali with a knife in hand, aiming for the man's throat. There were nine remaining behind the wall, and three were rather preoccupied in trying to stave off Pali's summon. The four that were not currently engaged with either Pali or the summons were trying to make a break for it, taking the hilts of their blades and guns to attempt shattering the impenetrable ice. They didn't care who wanted them there–they were done. They were positively terrified as they watched their friends be dismembered by the creatures that Pali summoned forth, and they didn't want to be next.

–The Eastern Sea–
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Mellark watched with admiration as Kagura led herself onto a tower of ice, raining down ice shards upon the Balaenas. A high-pitched cry escaped several, some obviously wounded and seeping the inky black liquid. It sizzled as it met the deck, a noxious gas escaping the location where it rested. Whatever they leeched, it seemed highly toxic, and Mellark made a quick mental note to avoid it at almost all costs.

One seemed to seek revenge for Kagura's attack. With a hiss it slid up the ice with tremendous speed, slithering up to her and attempting to wrap its tendrils around her. It hissed in Kagura's face, showing off a mouth with at least fifty thin, needle-like fixtures for teeth that attempted to bite into her shoulder. Black liquid dribbled down its front and out of its mouth, which, if got in contact with Kagura, would burn and inflict poison to whatever flesh it met.

One Balaena fell to the ice shards, one embedding into its skull and deep within its chest. It let out a sickening shriek, shriveling into a ball as it drew its last breath. Two had been injured from the rain of ice, though they were still functional and prepared to strike the mages. Balaenas 1-6 moved onto attack the human souls, desirous to murder them and do who-knew-what with their remains. Two of them approached Mako and Jari, one attempting to wrap itself up Mako's legs and slither up onto her back. If successful, it would nip at her neck. The other seemed that it was not finished with Jari. It would try to swing onto Jari's makeshift tail, before slithering up and attempting to latch onto his hand. If this worked, it would seemingly sap something from Jari, but it was not after blood. Jari would feel partially faint as a result, and if trying to use magic he would find that his spells weren't as potent. It seemed that the Balaenas sought mana.

The maestra's attack struck three of the balaenas, one of which had already been weakened by Kagura's ice shower. The embedded ice was enough to give them pause, but the electricity was more than they had bargained for. One perished, the electricity too close to its heart for it to be able to thrive on, while the one both hit by Kagura and now Nero was worse for wear. It lingered back, not daring to approach the mages and instead allowing its brothers and sisters to do the work. Angered, the remaining two Balaenas charged for Nero. The injured one spat black ink toward her face while the other two attempted to slither up her from behind. If one did reach her neck, it would wrap its tendrils dangerously tight, so much so that Nero would potentially have to struggle to breathe.

The injured balaena proceeded to spit in Luka's direction, but thanks to her sand barrier the mage was unaffected. Her electrical water washed over the deck, striking the injured Balaena and splashing onto the one trying to sap the mana from Jari. Whether it had latched onto Jari or not, the Balaena yelped and leapt away from him, baring its teeth at Luka and slithering toward her at immense speed.

A javelin embedded itself in the already injured Balaena that was cowering back, making not so much as a sound as it shuddered violently from the impact. Mellark withdrew his weapon, shooting the creature a look of disgust as he charged in to help the maestra. The blue-haired mage charged in, javelin in hand as he aimed for one of the Balaenas that tried to slither up the professor.

Sanctus Heights
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"Oh." Shiroo tries to hide his disappointment as Lev expresses her desire to be independent, to which he rubs the back of his head nervously and waves his free hand. "But of course! Sorry. I am sure that you are definitely quite capable."

He slung in with the others as they discussed their plans in Sanctus Heights, making their way deftly down a set of marble steps. A carriage with the Four Courts insignia stood at the foot, three well-groomed steeds at the head. At the sight of the mages the door to the carriage swung open, and a man dressed in a navy uniform bowed to the lot of them.

"Greetings, Archmages of the Ignis Court!" he said warmly, nodding to each of them, head bobbing in an odd fashion in doing so. "My name is Biggs, and I would be happy to escort you all across Sanctus Heights if you so desire!"

Shiroo bit into one of his candied apples from the train, glancing at the maester and then over at his companions before giving Biggs a small smile. "Thanks, sir. We appreciate the warm welcome and hospitality."

Another man emerged from the carriage, introducing himself as Wedge before the two worked together to load the mage's belongings in a second carriage awaiting exclusively for that very purpose.

"Well, would we rather explore on foot, or shall we accept their offer?" Shiroo asked, brushing his red ponytail across his shoulder. "I mean, I hate to be rude, but we've been sitting all day. Wouldn't mind it if we went for a walk."

Biggs, overhearing this conversation, bowed once more. "The choice, of course, lies with you."

–Vivifica Train, en route to Sanctus Heights–
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The thief was in no condition to protest, being thrust to Zion and then being rendered unconscious by her blow. Thanks to the two mages, the burning train car was off the tracks, out of harms way, and furthermore did not damage the tracks due to its careful placement. Perhaps eventually one would find the burning remains of the car, but perhaps not. It was placed well out of the way of both civilians and vegetation, and would potentially burn until there was nothing left for the flames to feed upon (or rain got to it first). Now it was a matter of reconnecting the cars to the set with the engine.

A strain would fall upon Jynn as he fought to reconnect the cars, the engine car running relentlessly as the passenger cars lagged behind. However, it had been done. Zion and Jynn would be celebrities.

Or at least one would have thought this to be so due to their heroic actions.

When returning to the train cars, the thief was not where Zion left him. The elderly woman that had been robbed was handcuffed and being led away by authorities, discussion of smuggling Itika on the train being the prime concern, glares from many passengers being shot in the direction of Jynn and Zion. The conductor of the train moved toward Jynn and Zion, the thief behind him. A trail of blood oozed down his face, a smug grin upon his freckled face.

"High Mages," the conductor began gravely, removing his cap and clenching it tightly in his fists. He refused to make eye contact with either of them. "It has come to my understanding that you have been conspiring with Elena Damora, smuggling Itika aboard this train in order to use it as a weapon against the High Priestess. May I ask how you plead to these charges?"
 
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- Arkane from Umbra Court - The Big Bridge - Battle On The Bridge -
The shrill of the flute was his signature. To the enemies, it was the sound of death approaching, and coming back to haunt them. The onyx flute echoed as lives were taken and bodies rose. The moment the shards took away a life, the lifeless body would stand right back up and attack as Arkane continued to play his tune. 'Kill them all, but leave the girl.' Those were his orders. The smell of blood soaking the dirt beneath did not bothered in in the slightest, standing tall. He would look up as the lightning began to hit the ground around, randomly selective. Friend or foe, everyone was in danger. Arkane would focus on his spell as he watched the lightning strike down one of his creatures, the body charred beyond recognition as the damned thing would twitch in reflex alone. Arkane furrowed his brows. The more men fell, the more he needed to focus to proceed to grant them an order and to fall into line, eyes darting back and forth to see who fell next. Who would be the next pawn. He would meet the gaze of one of the bandits, merely giving him a glare of dismay, quickly focused on another order within the melody. However as he gazed back, his eyes widened as he saw him aim and take a shot. The arrow was heading straight towards him. Arkane quickly tried to deflect, stepping to the side before crying out loud. It hissed his chest, but it would proceed to hit his arm, the force alone strong enough to go through and through. Arkane held his now bleeding arm, the arrow still sticking out from the upper part of the arm. He felt the warm blood drip down his sleeve and arm, getting his flute away. He would stand up straight, staring at the bandit right in the eyes as thunder shook the ground at every strike. Arkane proceeded to grab the arrow and yank it out roughly, drawing out blood with it. However, just as the blood dripped, it slowly began to float right back up his arm and his injury. The blood within the fabric would rise and slowly form bubbles of the liquid before the blood would expand. It would take shape on his arm, cutting through the fabric as it then crystallized all together. A blade of crystallized blood now had ripped from the sleeve, fed by the injury. Arkane would move forward, careful of the lightning as he approached. Any incoming arrows would be deflected and cut by the blade. "You have made me bleed." He muttered, now looking even more annoyed than before...if that was even possible. "Do not fear. You will be long dead by the time your body becomes mine." He hissed, baring his teeth as he glared. He then took off, dashing across the field. They were being overrun, and there was a single power house. One which Eclaire was in charge of. If they attacked him, he would fight back, his blood only becoming weapons for him to use. "ECLAIRE!" He roared, snapping his eyes at her. "If you do not finish this, I will!" He warned her, his patience running out He turned back. A fool had dared to try and attack him close. Arkane would allow the man to stab him in his other arm, only to raise his blade and slam it down onto his head. It would crack his head open, killing him instantly before he was tossed away like trash. His aim was that bandit that made him bleed, and he would die by his hands, damn it.

- Arun & Vincent from Ignis Court - Sanctus Heights -
Arun would nod at Lev. "Though, if you wish to place your belongings in a safe place before we wander, you are more than welcomed." He suggested. He personally would not like to have to carry around some baggage while trying to have a good time. Vincent would already be reading up on the wooden Sanctus Heights map that was built into the wall, taking up the whole thing to show the massive city to which the visitors had just arrived in. Everyone's attention would turn to the man known as Biggs, who said that he was here to escort them across Sanctus Heights. Speak of the devil; there was their ride. They would take their belongings and settle them down in one of the carriages, though Arun would speak up, clearing his throat. "I thank you very much for your hospitality, sir. But I believe that I will be exploring on foot, if that is alright with you." He said, turning to Lev with gleaming eyes. "We are going to get churros!" He insisted. Vincent would look up from the map, nodding in agreement before turning to Henry. "Henry! Come with us to take a walk!" He insisted, looking back up at the map. "I heard that they have just installed a new automaton in the town square! I wish to see it!" He truly was a man with the heart and spirit of a child, still full of curiosity even as he was beginning to reach his 30s soon enough. Arun paused. "Auto...maton?" "Yes! It is a creation that acts and looks like a living being, but it works with parts of a machine! More for entertainment, if you will." He spoke. Automatons were not common. That would be because of the materials and skills required to make one, not to mention the time. All of these extremely small pieces that have to work together and also make it easy to fix all while looking as pretty as one could possibly make it, with multiple moving parts that had to react with one another...so on and so on. The scale of them made them harder to work upon, and thus they were either a hobby or a toy for the rich. Though not prominent or popular, they had begun to create more for public use within shops and other places where children could be found to entertain them. But the one in the square, he heard, was huge! "We can go and buy some churros along the way, of course! And walk by the market for souvenirs." He suggested.
 
Jynn Venas - Vivifica - Onboard the train

As soon as Jynn returns from putting Mel back in his car, the thief was standing behind the conductor, without cuffs. It seems that some have assumed that he and Zion have smuggled Itika onboard, and are conspiring to kill the High Priestess. Jynn gives no expression towards these obnoxious claims. “I’m on this trek so I can hopefully get information about why the Vivifica Court separated from the others. To get a third person viewpoint if you know what I mean.” Some of the passengers glare at the two of them, but Jynn is not fazed at the least. “I do not associate myself with such uncivilized magic, nor do I have an incentive to bring harm to the High Priestess. To be honest, I’ve never even seen Mabel in my life.”

For some reason the name “Mabel” makes Jynn pause, almost like he was remembering something. He’s never seen her before, but the name has a familiar ring. The thief begins to grin at him and Zion. Clearly he told the conductor these lies to try to get them in trouble. But little did he know, Jynn had an ace up his sleeve. The mage notices the grin, and grins back. All hopes of getting satisfaction from Jynn were thrown out the window for the thief. The mage thinks to himself. Don’t get too excited buddy. You haven’t won yet.

Jynn looks to the conductor and starts to speak a little louder, loud enough that everyone, maybe including the authorities, could hear, but still maintains an emotionless tone. “But let’s not be so hasty to point fingers. Might I ask, where were you when this all happened ‘conductor’? Surely you had a buzzer or bell to alert the engineer and fireman, so why wasn’t it rung? Clearly it wasn’t, because the locomotive was in motion the entire time, and no whistles were blown at all. And my horse always spooks at the sound of train whistles.” Jynn walks up to the conductor, hands behind his back. “One of a conductor’s many duties is to ensure the safety of the entire train and its passengers, something that you neglected to do. Something we had to do for you. Several people have died on this commute under your supervision, in other words, you let them die, and did not respond.” Jynn takes a step closer, basically face to face with the man. To some, his expressionless face would be intimidating. “For you to come out here to act like your shit doesn’t stink and put ridiculous assumptions on us smuggling Itika onboard and conspiring with this........... Elenor....... or whoever-it-is, is completely out of your authority. And because you didn’t do your job, you have no proof that we’re the culprits.” It was an aggressive approach, but it might’ve saved him and Zion some trouble.
 
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Luka aboard the Dauntless

Her eyes stared at the beast rushing her before she shifted her sand shield and through it loosed a bolt of electricity, effectively turning her shield to glass. “Glass Fortress” she mutters, still discharging a swift attack towards the beast. Her javalin was now completely turned to sand acting as her guard in this fight.



Isabelle on the Bridge
Isabelle looked at Gorvin with a look of Pity. She was cocky and violent but also pragmatic and well trained so She moved her sword so the man would simply fall on it. It wasnt a difficult task. She then moved forwards in an attempt to push the longsword into his chest. Her free hand moving to catch the dagger arm that would enter her neck. Lastly she waited for the moment that the second dagger would enter her body. He probably didnt anticipate her to move into his range. Nevertheless move to take him down herself, making him less likely to hit anything vital. The moment that would happen she would force her own blood to turn to ice and spike out, impaling his hand.


Saffron in the Tavern

Saff’s eyes widened as the cuff snapped. She started to panic as the flames were loosed and came towards her. She then saw one of the men from the poker game jump in front of her. “Tch...” she wouldnt allow this, it would be bad for business if someone took such a hit for her. “Galeforce!” She shouted as she brought her arm upwards creating an updraft strong enough to blow away what flames would have reached the two of them. “You would do well to watch your own back against this man.” Saffron told her would be hero. “His name is Kiev and he has quite the hot streak when it comes to murder.” Saff then moved to ready her rifle. “He may be worth more alive then dead though”
 
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Kagura Sumeragi - Somnum - The Dauntless

Kagura almost was caught by the balaena. Executing a twisting backflip, on the flourish a hail of ice was thrown at the creature, lances of gleaming ice piercing it. Water surged up to meet and cushion Kaga, depositing the Water Dancer beside Nero. The dance changed, and water began to flow up the Somnum Mages' legs, bolstering their strength and healing any wounds. Kagura was hyperfocused, though, as this dance required an enormous amount of concentration and mana to do. Kaga was highly vulnerable now.


Zion - Vivifica - The Train

Zion was a bit taken back, eyes wide. As Jynn surged to fight the charges, Zion tilted her head. Eyeing the smiling thief, the Archmagus of Light took a step forward, resting a hand on Jynn's shoulder. She then moved past, stepping ever closer to the Conductor and the thief, nearly shoving them backwards.
"Conductor. Not only is what Jynn says fact, but furthermore you immediately accuse us of causing this disaster. Not only is this frivolous and lies by a man terrified of being caught with Itika, it makes no sense. I will not accuse you of neglecting a duty that was clearly done as such, but if I must point out to you - Jynn possesses one of the fastest horses in the land, and I have mastered magical flight. If we indeed were smuggling Itika, then why would we leave evidence? If we wished to assassinate The High Priestess herself then tell me, Sir. What is one train of commoners to us? If we wished to kill her, then we would have disintegrated this train and everyone onboard. Instead we fought to save the train, remove the burning car to avoid any more unneeded death. And now you accuse us of this heinous crime, while the thief who was the one who used the Itika, then begged for his life after it destroyed half the train car, killing three people, smiles behind you? Has your hatred for my Court's choices clouded your mind to objective truth and facts? Or, are you both in on it? Are you both wanting to detain High Mages of Vivifica, and harm any and all talks between the Four Courts? Do you hate my Court for the choices it made, and wish some asinine means of vengeance, using a convenient Itika smuggler to detain us?" She growled, her golden eyes flaring. "The man behind you begged for his life, claiming he didn't know Itika would do that. The moment he was faced with two Archmagus, he resorted to violence and death. My first response was to shield and protect. If you wish to believe him over me, then I will be taking my leave of this train, and letting whatever Fate decides of this path be unopposed." Her hand twitched. "I will not have my name, Jynn's, or Vivifica's be besmirched in this atrocious way. Now tell me the truth, or I will find it. And you do not wish to see my wrathful radiance."

Eclaire de Wynter - Umbra - Battle At the Big Bridge

Eclaire watched as the bracelet stopped her. She shot a glare at Arkane. "The bracelet! It is forcing her!" She dispelled Overture, and in her hands appeared Thornflare. She lunged forward, grasping her arm. Her Foci connected to the hilt of Thornflare, and the entire blade began to glow, now essentially a massive staff.
"It's ok." She told the girl softly. "Close your eyes." Around them formed a magic circle, glowing purple lines and red glyphs. Her rapier-staff glowed with blue-white light.
"Hells Below....and Heavens above. Heed my call..Break the chains that bind, free the bound, may the seeds of liberty sprout anew. Curse Breaking Strike - Andrammalech!" She shouted. Throwing Fyenne's arm up, she stepped back and thrusted the blade tip into the bracelet, pouring in everything she had.

She refused...to see anyone bound.

Even if Umbra was a Selfish Court...deep down...she knew that, one day...she could not run from her birthright.
 
- Jari Coriander, Somnum Court, Balaena attack -

Still wiping his eyes from the foulness that was balaena ink, Jari reached out in Mako's direction, feeling for where she was. Feeling defeated that he could not find her via touch, he dared to open his eyes. They were incredibly bleary, and darkness still shrouded him due to the ink's blackness, but he could see. Barely, barely see. Whatever the liquid did to his skin, it thankfully did seem to do differently to the eyes.

"Water if you can, but I may be able to fight," he answered to the lovely Mako, stumbling to his feet as he did so.

The balaenas were fast to attack them, and Jari hardly felt the second one climb onto his makeshift tail until he felt it clambering onto his arm and, later, his hand. His attention was arrested on the one aiming for Mako instead.

"Stand still, Mako! I don't want to hit you!" he piped, poising his hand into a tip like a blade.

In a moment of slightly more clarity, he took the chance to reach out with the hand on which he did not have a dreadful monster and activate lightning magic centered at his middle finger and radiating to every other finger. An electric blade led the way of his hand, cleaving across the space between him and the balaena on her like a spear that ripped its way through the foul monstrosity.

He did not have much time to celebrate when the one wrapped around him bit onto his hand, sapping him of magic and, seemingly, consciousness itself. He felt the waves of faintness for a brief duration before it fled his hand for whatever reason (the electrified water from Luka), which he assumed that it could only be Mako returning the favour. Beaming a smile that could only be considered grateful, Jari nodded before stomping forward as best as he was able, in the direction of Kagura. If he could only reach the dancer, then he would feel a greater sense of gratification to himself and to all those who were watching over him and protecting him, man or celestial.

"Gotta help . . . gotta help a little more!" he called out to anybody or nobody at all. Maybe it was he himself to whom he was voicing all of this, but he fought his feet and his eyes all the way thus far, desperate to be instrumental to saving the ship.


- Pali Noirtier, Umbra Court, Battle on the Big Bridge -

The master dreamer looked into the fear on everyone's face with a simper showing just how enthused he was about continuing. They were in a panic, and who could blame them? A shower of blood needles fell downwards, well-placed by Isabelle, and his striding through the fire only helped the situation turn into an even direr one for those who he intimidated.

His focus centered on those who still had the gumption to attempt to fight, one with a shaky grip on a gun that fired past his head and the other rushing up to him with a knife lunging towards his upper body. Pali's hand went for the epee nestled at his waist, a weapon of etiquette whose blade was only deathly at the tip of it. It did, however, carry quite the weight and strength to it, however, causing it to be a worthwhile weapon with which he could defend himself.

With a swift parry, a backwards retreat, and another parry followed by a swift thrust, Pali put the man holding the knife down with a look of interest. This knife was not one of common make, but one of higher standing. This man must have been a noble like himself, and yet he did not seem to study the ways of knife handling, instead holding it like a toddler with a pair of scissors. He did not care much for this uncouth, roguish manner, but the knife certainly held some class. Perhaps he would resurrect the man after all to be reborn as a zombie, just so he could keep the knife. He did not wish to carry it or leave it right now, so he instead thought highly of the method, revitalised him as an undead, and had him wait by the wayside, uttering his guttural groans. The zombie already smelled like something had crawled up him and died, Pali noticed. He would have to put a little bit of his favourite newly crafted perfume, Noirtier & Noirtier's Eau du Parfum, onto the man later on. Yes, he was that haughty to have crafted such a name.

Pali's successful creatures gloated over their kills, dribbling blood with toothy, flashy grins before focusing on the leftover men who were fleeing. They did not have remorse. They only craved the bestial thrills of the hunt, as well as chomping faces like an ophidian, and if the ones banging their weapons against the ice wall did not turn around they would find themselves tackled to the ground or into the wall as Happy Meals to the creatures. The ones locked in combat did the same thing, instead charging towards those not fighting and paying no nevermind to those fighting.

((And done. Just so everyone knows, pack mule zombies are the best zombies.))


- Daruk, Ignis Court, Exiting the train -

Once all was said and done with Henry, the two having a good talk between them and potentially a good drink (Daruk had two flagons worth of ale in his belly by the end), it was time to leave the train. Daruk found himself adored by the masses like the rest of the mages -- and Vincent, who he considered a mage at heart -- and had papers thrust in front of him. He pulled out his estate-provided pen, a masterfully crafted encapsulated thing that allowed for easy transport of both the ink well and the quill itself, and wrote on every scrap of paper offered to him, laughing merrily and boisterously as he did so. He was perfectly comfortable with the homage and was warm and friendly to those he met, clapping them on the backs and calling each of them brothers and sisters, mostly little brothers and sisters.

The talk of churros and automatons soon reached his ear over the din, and he politely squeezed away from the public cries and the swooning fan base.

"And I will be happy to join in on the hunt for churros. I haven't had those things in, oh, maybe a decade! Hah! I guess that shows my age. Let's go! Those churros are waiting with the patience of saints!"
 
- Thea Nero - Court of Somnum: Eastern Sea - The Dauntless -

The whole group was doing great against the creatures, but that didn't meant that the mages were coming out without any injuries, a few of them were already dead, which meant that they were doing a good job.

"Mages, do not let the creatures-"

The Maestra's words stopped as she saw the injured balaena spit that black ink towards her face, and she could hear slithering sounds coming from behind her. Her first thought was to use her staff to push herself upward, the staff splashing water which then gathered on orbs that froze and hovered in the air before she landed. She quickly turned around just in time to see one of the balaena almost reaching her, this made her make a front flip, using the balaena to push herself upwards, and then she kicked one of the orbs with her heel towards the second balaena that was coming at her, said orb quickly elongated to make an ice stalactite that would hit the balaena right in its face if it didn't dodge,
killing it immediately.

"No matter how much you try, this is the end of the line for all of you. You dared to attack a ship under the protection of Somnum Mages, now you will pay the price with your lives."

The Maestra then used her staff to hit the remaining orbs, shattering them in small pieces which morphed into needles that crackled with electricity, she then thrusted her palm forwards and the ice needles were sent flying towards the balaena that was close to her, if hit the balaena would suffer a surge of electrical damage through its body. The arrival of Kagura boosted the Maestra's confidence that they could take the remaining balaenas down. She could feel the water on her legs, the healing magic that was flowing through it, she gave Kagura a nod of confidence, clearly grateful for the help. She could also see Jari moving towards them, but he didn't looked quite alright.

"Mister Coriander, what happened to you?" Nero asked as she helped the young man while keeping an eye on the remaining balaena(s?), "Kagura, please heal Jari with your magic. I fear that these creatures' attacks affected him in some way."

Nero waved her staff and the water seemed to follow its direction, then the water made a protective orb around the trio, slowly freezing over to make a barrier of ice to keep keep them safe while Kagura helped Jari.
 
- Arno Cross - Bounty Hunting Extraordinaire - Vita City Tavern -

Well, to say the fight was going smoothly would be a massive underestimation, as it was the opposite of smooth. Arno managed to knock the daylights out of the drunk with a gun and the chair did in deed hit the woman who was being a major pain in the ass for Gabriel, Tibarn was safe with Saffron protecting him. The man named Kiev questioned Arno's respect for women. Which was replied simply with a slight raise of an eyebrow from Arno, who wasted no time trying to avoid the wave of flames Kiev sent towards the bar.

Arno was not really amused by the wave of flames coming his way, as he quickly dove towards a table and knocked it on its side, its round size would prove very effective at shielding him from the flames, even if the fire would get the best of the wooden table, thankfuly Arno's coat wasn't burned, it was a pain to fix.

Arno sat behind the table, holstering his shotgun and putting his wakizashi in its sheath as he pulled out his rifle. Overhearing Saffron's explanation of the man. "Then we take him out fast before the tavern crumbles in flame." Arno spoke as he rolled to the side out of cover, charging his gravity magic into his rifle as it adapted to the element, he charged a shot and aimed it at Kiev, except instead of firing directly at Kiev, Arno aimed a bit to the side, shooting a gravity ball the size of a soccer ball as it landed on the wall, the gravity orb would create a field in its nearby radius, around four meters or so. And would pull anything, person, object, even magic. Into the center with surprising force, a singularity if you will. It would continue pulling Kiev until he was succesfuly pulled into the center, possibly making his life harder, but definitely helping the others land a hit a little easier.

"He's all yours" Arno told the others.

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- Henry Heid - Churros Hunt - Sanctum Heights -


Well, the talk with Daruk went better than expected, the man downing several tankards of ale. And Henry downing one as well, he was one of the few Ignis mages who was remotely strong against alcohol, Daruk was clearly stronger at drinking of course. But Henry could keep up if only slightly, he did drink rather slow compared to Daruk.

The Ale was delicious though, and if it wasn't for their arrival at Sanctum Heights he'd have gotten another. He quickly followed Daruk and the others outside to greet the crowds of cheering civilians, many of which were eyeing up Daruk and Soren. Not many did notice Henry, he wasn't surprised as he had only recently gotten slight recognition, not to the level of celebrities like Daruk or Soren yet.

"Hey isn't that The Sun of Ignis?" One of the civilians in the crowd commented, as they looked and pointed at Henry, who simply smiled at the small ammount recognition.

Once they got some distance from the crowds and were finally free to walk around as they pleased, they approached by a carriage and a man named Briggs, who offered to escort them to Sanctum Heights, which was surprising, but with the talk of churros and automatons Henry's attention was forced away from Brigs as Vincent spoke to him, Henry smiled. "We aren't pressed for time, so i'l go too. Churros are always nice." Henry replied with his confirmation that he too would go along with them for a walk.

Henry would look back at Brigs and give the man a respectful nod. As he followed along everyone else.
"What churros are you all having?" He asked them curiously. "And what was that about an Automaton?" He finished.

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- Richter - Thaumaturge - Miko village -

Richter stayed silent as they were approached by one of the locals, but was shown to be quite protective of Aislinn as the scimitar wielding man walked over to her, Richter stepped forward, but didn't get in front of her, he simply stood somewhat beside her back. As the man spoke his part, mentioning room for them to sleep in, spirits after dark.
"I say we accept, but what if he charges us for more than we can pay for?...hm." Richter pondered the topic as he would look back at the man, and take a step forward. Nodding respectfuly towards the man.

"How much would you charge for lodging?" He asked politely, his tone respectful. "And, if you don't mind. What kind of spirits appear after dark?" Ricther asked the man. This time his tone was more curious and friendly. "Has anyone seen them?".

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–Sanctus Heights–
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Biggs bobbed his head in response to Arun's statement. "Of course, Noble Mage. You are free to do as you wish. Please make yourself home in Sanctus Heights, and should you need anything please don't hesitate to call upon any of us in uniform throughout the capital."

Shiroo, meanwhile, had joined Vincent in looking at the wooden map, studying their route before giving Daruk a thumbs up.

"Churros sound great, only I wish that I hadn't stuffed myself silly on sweets on the way over here." He clasped his hands behind his head, striding along the road once everyone seemed ready to move onward.

"According to that map over there, we should be able to make a loop around town, first hitting up the churros stand and make our way to the central square, where this automathingy is that Vincent is so desperate to see." Shiroo playfully nudged the engineer, before leaping up and striding along the cobblestone path.

He mused over Henry's question as they trod onward. "Well, to be honest, I have never had a churro, so I don't even know what kind they have! Maybe you have a recommendation?"

Everyone on the premises seemed to be in a good mood. Smiles abound, and the economy must surely be thriving with as many folks that frequented the consignment stands. On the way to the churros stand you pass a bookstore, a young girl emerging with a tower of new novels to occupy her time, and a clothing store, outfitting for seemingly special occasions. A weapon repair shop resides across the street, guns and gun blades being showcased in the window as a sales clerk polishes the glass. He turns and offers the mages a wide smile, saluting as you pass by.

At last you find the churros stand, which has a relatively short line of only a couple of people.

"Thank you so much!" a raven-haired girl piped, nodding enthusiastically as she whipped around. If Henry were standing there, he would've been bounded into, fresh churro and dipping sauce being dumped all over him. For a moment all were silent, until the girl gasped and fell to her knees in front of him.

"Oh, oh, I am so sorry, I–" She turned her face up, wide violet eyes imploring. Then she rose, only to glance from Daruk, to Soren, and back to Henry again. "You all are mages! Please forgive me. I am such a klutz!" The raven-haired youth procured napkins, offering them to the person whom she'd spilt churros on before adding: "It is a ways before the summer solstice, and normally we don't see mages in Sanctus Heights during this time of year. It is so nice to meet you all. My name is Elia."

She shot another sideways glance at Henry, rubbing her chin slightly. "Say . . . have I met you somewhere before? You look awfully familiar."


–The Outskirts–
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A frown furrowed Aislinn's brow at the talk of payment. She did hope that they wouldn't inflate the cost of their rates because they were foreigners. "I believe we will manage," she said softly. "Though if not we can always leave."

At Richter's question the man with the scimitar attentively turned to him. "I no make de rates. Tia Llana runs de inn, though she be fair to ye." Next came his inquisition of the spirits, which he seemed even more enthusiastic about. "We no see dem 'cept for dem gifted." The gifted, according to the islanders, were those who could use magic, which is what the mages had heard back in Regalia. "But they say dat these spirits are dark, eyes glowing red like blood, and they eat da souls of da gifted before goin' back to they Spirit Realm. They call themselves members of the First Court, or sometin'."

Richter's interest in these spirits piqued the curiosity of this man. Whether he thought he could help, or he just felt like a kindred spirit, was unknown, but the man at last lowered the scimitar and offered to escort them into the village.

It was a restless night, though thankfully no nightmares plagued the maestra. As suggested, the mages took turns keeping watch in the night, though nothing particularly unusual took place. Aislinn offered to stay guard most of the night, insisting that she would've been unable to sleep anyway. The townsfolk of Miko are eager to provide their merchandise and services to the mages, clearly eager for the coins in their pockets and anything else they had to trade from Regalia. After the party would stock up with the necessary provisions, it would be time to set out again on their trek.
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The Valley of Magic was a short distance from Miko, especially with the horses that they were able to acquire from Miko. It took perhaps only three hours to reach the valley, the peaks on either side an indicator of their remaining distance. The valley sat between large peaks which craned high into the sky, wispy clouds engulfing their tips and obscuring them from sight. Dust coated the valley floor, vegetation nowhere in sight. However, an odd fog danced a mere few inches from the ground, its hue changing in the lighting. Aislinn knelt down, brushing her hand on the ground and bringing up what seemed dust particles. They glinted and glowed in her palm, which she rubbed with her other hand. As she released her hand the particles had formed into a crystal, its green hue emanating from within. She handed it to Valery, before turning toward the others.

"Itika is all around us. The very peaks house it. This once was a burial ground for mages, which is one of the beliefs that mana is so prevalent here. Let us gather what we can."

The other mages start spreading out, Tiru unloading his sack and bringing scoopfuls of Itika in his palms to drop within it. Occasionally you may notice the odd shadow or the rustling of wind and garments, but glancing around there is nothing noteworthy.

–Battle on the Big Bridge–
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Arkane had made a show of those who defy him, causing the blond-haired servant of Gerik to swallow hard. Tome in hand, he glanced across the battlefield. It seemed that their numbers were dwindling, albeit slowly, and Arkane reviving and recruiting the dead made it a bit more difficult for the boy to discern how many of the Ebon Flame actually lived. His gaze traveled to Eclaire and Fyenne, tome trembling in his hand. He dared to use a spell called Nosferatu, draining the life force of another into his own, though he knew that Eclaire preferred to keep the girl alive. His master wouldn't protest if he took her life, though would Eclaire ever forgive him?

As he mused over whether to use the spell, the slave bracelet around Fyenne's wrist snapped, causing a shockwave in the form of a ring to emit across the battlefield, throwing several people backward from its force. The wall of flames suddenly died out, exposing the crossbowmen, the ice wall, and the beasts which threatened and devoured what remained of them. The slave girl turned to face Eclaire, rubbing her dirt-stained cheek, thus smearing more dirt across it.

"It's . . . gone?" she asked, shocked. "You really . . . truly helped me?"

For a moment Fyenne seemed uncertain, not knowing what to do. She glanced over toward Gerik, and then Gorvin, before burying her face in her hands. Sobs shook her small form, before she wrapped her arms around Eclaire, now burying her face into the woman.

"They will kill her," she murmured, over and over. Who "her" was was unknown, though one of the men noticed Fyenne's betrayal and did not take it well. He ran up, blade outstretched, aiming to stab the young woman in the back.

On the opposite end of the battlefield, Gorvin toppled onto Isabelle's blade, his momentum too great to be halted. The sword tore through garments and flesh, blood oozing out from the open wound in his chest and pouring onto the ground. He coughed up blood, and he barely managed to rasp: "Nothing . . . will spare . . . from Master's wrath." With that, Gorvin went limp, and did not rise again.

With Fyenne freed and Gorvin dead, the remaining crew had little motivation to continue fighting. Pali and his beasts had the crossbowmen on the ropes, quickly reducing their numbers by feeding his imaginary beasts or by his epee.

"Mercy!" one of them cried, desperately kicking one of Pali's beasts as it tore into his leg. "We surrender! We will do what it is you ask!"

"Just call them off!" another cried out.

It had been a long day, and now the Umbra mages were covered in sweat and blood, along with a handful of rogues and an untrained mage whom seemed to be broken both mentally and physically.

–Eastern Sea–
Xion136 Xion136 , Elrandir Elrandir , HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria , Thanny Thanny , RikuXIII RikuXIII

The bolt of lightning that Luka sent toward Balaena #1 stunned it, electricity dancing off its form as it moaned. Balaena #2 was subjected to the ice lances which Kagura emitted, one stabbing into a tendril while another hit its rear. It hissed, diving off the platform with finesse and charging toward the professor and Kagura, only bounded off the protective barrier that Professor Nero enacted.

Around this time, Jari would find that the affects of the acid were wearing off, and slowly his vision would return. A general feeling of unwell would still settle upon him unless healed, however, as his poison was still in effect. Despite his blindness, however, he had gotten in a lucky hit, cleaving Balaena #3 in two, inky fluid oozing out from its corpse onto Mako. This liquid would burn and inflict poison, and cause temporary blindness if gotten in the eyes.

Balaena #4 that had been in pursuit of Nero would quickly regret its actions, as the stalagmite orb made its way quickly toward the sea monster, embedding itself in its chest as it wheezed its final breath. Balaena #5 flattened itself to the ship as Nero launched her needles, the assault being a narrow miss. It dove for Luka, tendrils outstretched as it intended to ensnare her by shattering through her layer of glass. If successful, Luka would find herself face-to-face with its nasty mouth, before it spat out a good portion of blank ink in her face.

(I think I accounted for all of them. I believe that there were eight in total and five have been killed, leaving three remaining).

–Vivifica Train–
Endless Thundaza Endless Thundaza , Xion136 Xion136

At Jynn's accusations the conductor rose to his full height of 6' 5", looking down at Jynn and Zion as though they were something worse than vermin. Clearly, he didn't like being told that he was or was not doing his job correctly.

"For your information, sir, I was investigating the burglary." His voice was tight and unamused. "I was at the back of the train when all of the commotion started. The woman refused to tell me what had been stolen, and it was some time later when eyewitnesses were relaying their accounts of what happened that a few passengers came scurrying into the back car to inform me of the fire. Obviously, I went to investigate, but you two were already taking care of it."

He adjusted the collar of his uniform, even though it did not need to be straightened to begin with. "That is when I found this man. He informed me that the bag contained Itika, and he confiscated it from Elena Damora upon discovering what it was. He was rushing to bring it up front, to me, but apparently Elena portrayed him as a thief and demanded retribution. While he does admit that setting the train car on fire was his fault, he claims that it was done solely in self-defense, as you were prepared to take his life if he did not."

The conductor turned to Zion, who seemed partially more relatable–and at least less aggressive. "I only have the facts that are presented to me. Of course I do not wish to further taint great Vivifica's name. I just as much as you want to know the truth. Perhaps the story has been fabricated as you claim, but you must admit yourself that there is some merit to what the lad tells me. After all, Vivifica mages are harboring Itika, and it is against the wishes of the High Priestess . . . ."

He glanced between the two of them and shook his head. "We are thirty minutes from Sanctus Heights. I suggest that the two of you return to your seats silently until we arrive. Security will be stationed at both entrances of the car, and will be escorting you out once we arrive. Until I know more, I am afraid that I must exercise caution for the well-being of my passengers and the High Priestess."

Two men in navy-blue uniforms rose, revolvers at their belts which they seemed unafraid of consulting if the need arose. Their expressions were blank, and they stood in attention as though waiting for the two mages to leave and return to their seats. The conductor then angrily gestured toward the thief. "And you, boy, are sitting with me. While I appreciate that you brought attention to the Itika in the woman's bag, I am concerned that you may have lied to me. How do I not know that you weren't intending to sell it or hoard it yourself?"

The red-haired youth's cheeks flared, glaring daggers at Jynn from where he stood. "Mage scum," he murmured, low enough that the conductor could not hear but Jynn probably could.


–Tavern in Vita City–
HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria , Scrapmaster Scrapmaster , Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas

Tibarn was certainly taken by surprise when Saff saved both of their necks with gale force. He stared, wide-eyed at the woman, as though time stopped around them as the flames coursed through the rest of the tavern, sending it very much up in flames.

"You're telling me," he murmured under his breath, ducking and readying a bullet in his gunblade. "Say, how do you know this guy, anyway? Seems you two have a history."

It was around then that Arno fired his shot, which certainly surprised Kiev, especially when the bullet struck near him but not him. A wide grin crossed his face as he just started to blurt: "You missed–" but did not get much farther. The gravity bullet did a gradual pull, its intensity growing as an object reached its center. The fire mage felt that he was being torn in two, his body being torn against his will and pinned tight to the spot where the bullet had landed. He fought and struggled, but there was nothing that he could do; the mage couldn't move.

The drunken man was fully coated in flames at this point, his final breath drawn, and the woman was burnt and bruised, in no position to consider the fight. She would need help in escaping the burning building if she were to survive.

Tibarn started to move toward Kiev, but before he made a motion to strike he raised a hand that held one of his gun blades. "The lady here says that he would be worth more dead than alive," he informed Arno and Gabriel. "What say you guys? Chain him up and hand him over to the authorities for a pretty penny, or end his life here? If I were to choose I'd say take his life here and now. He's killed too many people, and someone like him seems too dangerous to be left alive, but I won't lie: I am interested in his bounty."
 
- Soren Monroe, Ignis Bulwark - Sanctus Heights -

Having returned from signing autographs from surprisingly eager fans, Soren was in higher spirits than usual as he followed along with his fellow Ignis mages as they made their way to get some churros, which in fairness, appealed to him too, for he hadn't eaten in a while. The hooded Soren was distinctive amongst his peers, with a few more people paying a few gazes and greetings his way. In spite of the Bulwark's disfigurement, he was still recognized as a noble Ignis mage and respected for it, adored even, yet deep inside, it did little to assuage his inner worries.

Soren's thoughts were then interrupted by a young woman bumping into Henry and making quite the mess in doing so, who then apologized profusely before the mages. In response to the kneeling "klutz", Soren raised a calming hand. "It's quite all right, little one. Accidents happen." He spoke reassuringly, his masks modulation aiding that just a tad. She would then introduce herself as Elia to the awaiting mages.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elia. I am Soren Monroe." Soren uttered with a light bowing of the upper half of his body and a nod, though her possible recognition of Henry was interesting. "Is Elia here familiar to you, Henry? I thought you would've told us you knew a girl." Soren began honestly, then descended into dry jesting, as he spoke to his comrade.


- Elliot Luxmore, Merciless Protector - The Outskirts/Valley of Magic -

The armoured Vivifica mage remained vigilant as he followed his fellow mages on their journey to the Valley of Magic. They would meet a man with a scimitar that would talk about dark spirits, who bore crimson glowing eyes and consume the souls of the "The Gifted", which is what the man in question called Mages, before returning to their own domain.

"Members of the First Court, you say?" Elliot calmly spoke up, then narrowed his own crimson gaze upon the man. "A bold claim on their part, but they will not be a problem." He assured. Later on, Elliot would sleep, like most healthy members of Vivifica that weren't named Richter, who only earned greater concern from Elliot as time went on...

----------------------

The Valley of Magic certainly gave an eerie impression, a strange fog and odd surroundings, to a level that would worry any commoner without the influence of Elliot and as for the man himself, he simply moved onward without a word, to assist in the harvesting of Itika, opening a sack he was provided and carefully filling it with as much Itika as it could hold, all while keeping an eye on his fellow mages and the horizon, specifically for the First Court Spirits, just in case they were in fact real and as malicious as they were made out to be.


- Eleanor Le Doux, Fierce Shadow - Bridge Battle, Ending -

In a surprising turn of events, the slave girl Fyenne was freed of her indentured servitude, without having to kill her. Eleanor was relieved, particularly so knowing that Arkane would not have his hands all over her decaying corpse for his own sick purposes. However, Fyenne's betrayal was not well-received, leading to a Ebon Flame Goon attempting to take her life and possibly endangering Eclaire's. He did not waver when Gorvin perished either, leading to Eleanor having to step in.

However, Eleanor reacted far differently than one might've expected. She didn't just stop the bandit, she thrust herself in front of him and struck with both blades with significant force, knocking the man off balance and allowing the now roaring Eleanor in a brief moment of unexpected, unbridled rage, to absolutely tear him apart before the very eyes of the remaining bandits, with a flurry of sword strikes, leaving the Bandit in pieces. Eleanor paused very briefly, clearly confused.

"What...what the hell did I just...?" Eleanor thought to herself, not noticing that the eye holes of her helmet were glowing yellow, in fact, they had been for the entire outburst, but were now slightly less intense than before. This wasn't right, for the glow was piercing her helmet's obscuring darkness to cover her face, meaning the bandits, while they couldn't see her face, they knew that something was wrong. The moment she caught sight of the fleeing, begging bandits, Eleanor's eyes glowed just as before.

"No mercy! Everyone dies!!" Eleanor rushed toward an uninjured, fleeing bandit, throwing her left hand sword at the man, impaling him, while she opened the throat of one who was incessantly begging with her right hand sword, then blasted the one being torn apart with dark energy so he'd stop screaming. At this point, Eleanor was barely thinking and barely able to control herself, but perhaps, with the right words from the right person, Eleanor can be calmed.


- Laguna, The Maelstrom - Eastern Sea, Balaena Attack -

The disturbance above deck stunned Laguna out of their meditative state, necessitating that they rise and find out what was happening. As it turned out, the ship was under attack by vicious Balaena, eight of them and while five were swiftly dealt with, a sixth was attempting to surprise a vulnerable Kagura. Balaena #6 prepared to spit acid, but was soon accosted by a crushing blow to the back of its head, as a hammer then flew past it and into Laguna's hand, who then marched over to the writhing sea monster all the while twirling the hammer by its leather tong and just as it got a hold of itself and tried to attack, it was met with a brutal upward swing of the hammer, a clang sounded as it made contact with the creatures skull again, then another as a follow-up downward-right swing knocked it down again, then a kick from Laguna to knock the creature away as they raised Mjolnir to the sky, Lightning striking the hammer in a brilliant display of a portion of Laguna's power, who then unleashed the Lightning from the hammer to strike Balaena #6, 7 and 8, in one blast.

The Lightning was sure to kill #6, but the other blasts were intended to stun, but Laguna's bolts were charged and powerful and if they struck the right place, they would kill the Balaena outright.


- Gabriel Woods, The Soaring Raven, Bounty Hunter - Vita City Tavern -

At last, the brawl was over. The drunken fool had burned alive, the fire mage was restrained and the woman was wounded, all within the still burning Tavern. To say Gabriel was displeased would be an understatement, for he detested such collateral damage on the job. Up until now, the Raven had been silent, but Tibarn's proposition finally broke his silence.

"Quite frankly, I tire of chasing this man and him getting away...he's reminding me too much of an old job." Gabriel uttered scornfully, lowering his hood and shaking his hair from his face as he unholstered Raven's Imprecation, making sure it was loaded and charging the bullets with dark energy, causing the chamber to glow a slight purple and ooze darkness, aiming the weapon directly at Kiev's head. "You've screwed up making me angry, Kiev. That's hard to do, believe me...you should never have shown up in this Tavern." Gabriel then cocked the hammer on Imprecation, his finger resting on the trigger, ready and willing...then pointed the weapon at the burnt and bruised woman and fired several times at her chest, then pointed back at Kiev.

"When you get to hell, tell her I said hello." Gabriel disdainfully uttered, then pulled the trigger on Kiev, to shoot him in the head. Twice.
 
- Arkane from Umbra Court - The Big Bridge -
As all obstacles were down, Arkane's beasts went for the kill. The remainders would be killed, should they end up sparing anyone as they begged for their lives. Arkane would whistle out an order, the beings halting before backing away, giving Pali's beasts the hunting ground. 'Halt', was the order. The dead and the deformed that still walked would slowly make their way back, towards their master as they cleared a way. However, Arkane's attention was still turned to the girl as she was freed from her chains. As the man attempted to kill the girl from behind, but Eleanor took care of that swiftly. Arkane would watch her as he glanced to his own creatures. They had collected a bunch of new bodies to add to his collection! As much of an annoyance this all was, he was content that he received something out of it. Arkane would greet one of his creatures the one with endless eyes clicking its mandibles as it would bow its head to receive pets. Arkane would pull it close, smiling as he would offer gentle touches with his free hand. "You did well." He cooed ever so softly before turning his attention to Eclaire. He pointed at her, glaring before pointing at the girl. "You are in charge of her, Eclaire." He hissed, dismissing his blood. The blood would drop down onto the floor, leaving the cuts in the skin to slowly heal. Arkane was a bit lightheaded from it, and would lean against one of his creatures for support. His attention did turn to the bodies that Eleanor left behind. He used his flute to play another order, having his creatures drag bodies along with them back to their place before returning. "I need a bath..." He complained, closing his eyes as one of his creatures held him, serving as a small chair for him.

- Arun & Vincent from Ignis Court - Sanctus Heights -
Arun would sheepishly greet one or two admirers. He had plenty to admire his striking armor and features, although he could never reach to the height of Soren and the others. He could only wish he did...although he enjoyed the calm life that he lived as it was. They would venture on, and they found one of the many churros stands. They could smell the cinnamon all the way from over a street away. The liveliness of the city was well enjoyed by the two, at the very least. The sight of the tower of books did make Vincent chuckle, before pointing at the clothing store and pulling on Arun's armor. He said something to the mage, which cause the latter to purse his lips and look away rather bashfully. Vincent would happily wave at the gunsmith, making a mental note to take a look at the place before they returned back home. They were upon the churros stand when they met with a young girl who had turned, and on the hurry, had dumped sauce and sugar all over the man's chest. Vincent chuckled a bit, smiling at Henry. "Oi, Henry. Is it me or are you flirting with lady luck today?" He teased. Arun would smile and wave at the girl. "I am Arun. Circumstances calls for us here earlier than most. We will not be the only ones." He reassured, watching as the girl offered napkins. He would turn to look over at the stand, as people had bought theirs and then stay in tuned to watch the mages. Vincent would sneak away to buy himself a churro while the mess happened. Arun would buy a churro with sauce himself, before turning and walking over to Elia, offering them to her. "Here. Sorry we surprised you." He said, smiling a bit and then turning to Henry. "Have you been sneaking to Sanctus Heights, Henry?" He asked, rather teasingly, even as his tone remained soft. Vincent was not going to be as subtle about it, speaking up after he bit down on his churro. "Henry just got here and he is already breaking hearts!" He teased, almost choking on the sugar.
 
- Jari Coriander, Somnum Court, against the balaenae -

Jari felt awash with a refreshing cool sensation as Kagura's water magic helped soothe his body, especially his eyes. Whether it was due to the dance or due to the toxicity of the ink wearing off, he did not know, but his eyes cleared up better and better. Being able to see almost unimpaired was a tremendous blessing, one he will not soon forget and thank his lucky stars (and Kagura) later.

There were three left of these horrid little icky creatures on deck; the party of Somnum mages were very effective at killing these balaenae, and Jari, ever desirous to be of greater boon to everyone, ensnared his hunter's knife mid-run as best as he was able (which was to say not very well). Halfway there, he augmented his natural alertness with internal lightning magic within his synapses, and threw a diagonal downward plunge aimed at balaena #7. Should Laguna's lightning magic not work, Jari hoped that his skillful knife dive would be able to do the trick.

- Daruk Mordem, Ignis Court, having a mid-life churro breakthrough -

Daruk was surprised to see a black-maned girl spill churros and chocolate sauce onto Henry, then amused. And then he laughed and laughed and laughed, his stomach paining him in the end from the cachinnation the scene exerted upon him. Wiping a few tears out of his eyes, he next bent down, grabbed a fallen churro, dabbed it on Henry, and relished the deliciousness to follow.

"My dear, not counting for the dust, these are delicious! The Henry churro is a complete success. If I did not know how capable you are of being a mage, Henry, you'd have a great success being in business with her. Gwa ha!"

- Pali Noirtier, Umbra Court, blood lust quenched and surrender heard -

The artful Umbra mage known as Pali twisted his mouth into a grin, and with a wave of his hands the beasts lunging towards the survivors exploded into a black fog that quickly dissolved into the sunlight. The wishful thinking about him was cancelled as well after the black puffs of flame left him. He counted four still alive in total, all brought to their knees and humbled and penitent. Pali would grant them such a pardon.

"I will be honest, I have every mind to kill you all, but that is not what my daughter would condone." His hand rose to Lev's pendant on his throat as if for reassurance. "Leave and forge yourself some livelihood of higher quality than banditry. You will not receive as kind of an offer from that one over there, so quicken your pace."

He pointed over to Eleanor with a bony finger, who was having one of her fits again whether she knew it or not. He could only assume that the men would universally understand that they were not safe for very long.

With that, Pali turned about, his gentleman's cloak hiding the fact that he poked tenderly at the wound on his torso made by the crossbow bolt. He winced, but at least the pain and new servants will keep him company on his long trip to Sanctum Heights.
 
{Valery - Vivifica Court: Miko; The Outskirts} Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice Scrapmaster Scrapmaster Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas
Listening carefully to what the locals were saying, Valery gaze turned out in the direction of the valley. There was something...familiar about the place. Not like she knew the place itself, but it gave off something that she found familiar. Ever since her escape from that horrible Umbral lab, she had a special relationship with death. She felt like she could hear the spirits even now, calling...
Valero shook herself and got to the task at hand. As she offered, she took up watch for most of the night, only needing a couple hours rest. But still, her eyes wandered to the valley...
***********
The trip to the valley was uneventful, though Valery still felt a little unsure. But she kept to her Maestra, determined that nothing harmful would befall her. When they dismounted, Aislinn handed the Warden an Itika crystal. Valero frowned at it, it giving a strange warmth to her usually cold hands.
"Creepy." Her familiar chimed in.
Valery glared at the bird for a moment before snapping with her free hand, then pointing to the sky. The familiar followed its mistress's command and took to the sky to act as a lookout. Kneeling down, the warden started gathering the Itika, though endeavoring to never get too far from Aislinn.


{Gerik Lockford - Umbra Court: Big Bridge; in battle} Thanny Thanny Xion136 Xion136 HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria Stardustblade358 Stardustblade358 Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
Gerik looked around at the battlefield and nodded approvingly at his court. There was some minor hitches, but otherwise well. The slave girl, though physically freed, still seemed chained by something. That would make her difficult to mold, and maybe even make her a liability later on. Something to keep an eye on. If the girl was lucky, she would open up to Eclaire before The Maester would have Arkane pick her brain, literally. This talk of "the Master" was concerning and Gerik wanted answers.
Eleanor's rampage, however, was a more pressing concern. He didn't much care if she slaughtered the bandit survivors, but unchecked aggression could cause collateral damage.
"Eclaire, your aid may be needed." He said in a low tone.
Stepping towards Eleanor, the Umbral Maester sent a side glance to Pali and his attempt to pardon some remaining bandits.
"Invite the brightest looking one to my carriage for a chat, Pali." He called out. "I have some simple questions in exchange for not only a spared life, but possibly a profit as well."
He waved at the blond haired boy to come see to Fyenne as he got closer to Eleanor.
"Deep breaths, Eleanor." Gerik called out to the Fierce Shadow Ina soothing tone. "They aren't a threat any more."
He knew well her power. He had hoped she wouldn't give into the anger on the trip, but it least he had an inkling of what set it off.
"Eclaire is safe. You've kept her from harm."



{Mako Koyl - Somnum Court: the Eastern Sea; Aboard the Dauntless} Elrandir Elrandir Thanny Thanny Nero Kunivas Nero Kunivas HeartOfFerria HeartOfFerria Xion136 Xion136 Mystics Apprentice Mystics Apprentice
Mako started to look around for some water for Jari. She knew enough that salt water wasn't the best idea in this moment. The people with actual talent for water magic could have made it soothing, but she didn't think electrocuting would do it. She was as she was considering this problem when one of the Balaenas jumped on her.
"Sh*t!" She nearly screamed.
Acting on instinct, she brought up her arms over her head to protect it, presenting the sea monster with two armored gauntlets to nip at. She tried to regain some control, she just had to electrocute the sucker. Her eyes glowed softly as she tapped into the magic inside her. That's when she noticed what Jari was doing.
"But you're-" Mako started, then tried to curl up like a ball as Jari's lightning spear lanced towards the balaenas on her back.
It bled onto her, causing another scream. Her eyes switched to red, teleporting both her and the dead monster into the sea. She kicked it off in a frantic frenzy. The ink still burned, the sea water only helping a little. The fear and pain she felt mutated into anger as she screamed out under the waves. Kicking the dead body off her, she swam for the surface. She broke through a moment later, took a moment to find the boat, then teleported aboard. There wasn't many of the balaenas left, and it seemed that Laguna had joined the fray.
Still pissed off at these things, Mako called upon her magic and sent a stream of lightning at #8. Laguna probably already had it, but Mako didn't mind a little overkill.
 
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