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The Swiftest Shot In The West
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Eiru Eagna
Gold Rank Support

Location: Inner forest

Eiru wasn't surprised when the prince asked her to reveal her own abilities first when asked about his own but what did take her a little off guard was the fact that despite her not answering yet he had moved to do so all on his own. Honestly, Eiru had expected the need to pry the information from the prince but as fortune would have it, he seemed to at least have some brains to match his hot temper. Sound magic. An interesting attribute with many practical uses. Many powerful practical uses. Perfect. With sound magic on their side, things were finally starting to look a bit better. Now if Zion was an offensive light spell wielder then saving the hostages would be far more plausible than previously assumed.

Eiru was deep in thought on the subject when Zion moved to give a display of his magic. Light magic infused into summoning magic. Remarkable. Nothing new as far as holy orders went but creative none the less. More importantly extremely effective against the majority of the undead class. As the light faded and Zion retired to watching the outpost Eiru moved to crack her knuckles and neck in an almost comical manner before turning to also view the outpost. "Keeping it simple my magic is very much like enchanting. The difference is I enchant spells, not items. I can take whatever spells you two cast and modify them in many different ways. Multiplying the power would be an example."

Turning to the prince with a grin Eiru raised a hand in his direction and her aura began to flare ever so slightly "Sound magic has many uses, I can take what would normally smash a rock and have it pierce a hole through solid iron or even steel. Right now however I'd rather we all communicate telepathically so I want you to focus your magic around Zion and make it so that all sounds he himself makes are muffled. Speech, steps, breath. All of it. Trust me, just focus on casting the spell. Cast it on Zion alone, don't worry about anyone else. If you can't perfectly muffle it all push it as far as you can..."

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Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Ymir
Location: Icewall Ridge
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"Wait, gliders?" The shift in Leo's stance was noticeable. He stop eyeing her with thinly veiled fear and she finally let her own shoulders slump in relief. His state of mind was... infectious, more so than most. He could pull a party together or scatter it just as easily. Ymir found such intangible abilities the most terrifying of all. "I'll take a glider, how hard can it be to control?"

As optimistic as ever. She stepped over to the edge of the ravine with a sigh, watching as clumps of snow broke away and were dashed to nothing against the sheer rockface. It was a relief Leo boasted such confidence. A deep howl rose from the depths, tangling the mess of white hair pulled from her face. It would be just as easy for him to have them cower before the task, pack up and go home without a second thought.

"I sorta expected you to tell me to just, you know, jump. Cushion my fall with air magic and whatnot."

Her snort was carried away by the wind. You certainly do have a reckless opinion of me.

It wasn't altogether unearned. Ymir's gaze trailed up the glacial mass of rock and ice, a grin playing around her lips. She was blind to Leo's vague gestures as he worked on calming himself, preoccupied instead by the tops of the opposing rockface that blocked out the skies--the impenetrable wall between two lands. Her eyes flickered with exhilaration--more the pity they were there for what was inside, not beyond.

"You can if you want," she said eventually. The two may yet have to cushion their falls, for the winds could be fickle. "I wouldn't recommend it though. You'll waste more energy doing it that way."

A crackle of electricity announced Zeno's departure from the group, perhaps tired of their dallying. Ymir blinked, glancing to the two boot imprints left in the snow, but not appearing overly bothered. Much like his element the assassin wasn't much for wasting time. She rubbed the back of her head, sighing roughly as she turned to the other two.

"Well, we need to get moving." She pulled several of the attachment-laden staffs from her bag, throwing two into the heavy snow, one larger than the other. She kept the usual for herself, taking comfort in its familiar weight. "Mazus, the larger one is for you. I use it for long distances, but it'll support more weight on the short term. The winds here might make for a rougher landing, so be careful."

Pulling her goggles down and the cloth around her neck up, she briefly showed them how to undo the clasps that would let the wings spring open. At their most basic, all one needed to do was hang on and pray. "I'll go first and show you where to aim for, but once I'm down I'll be sure to adjust the drafts as well. As long as you don't let go you should be fine. I'll guide you down."

It would be a long, long way to fall after all. Ymir didn't seem bothered by the fact, adjusting one of the attachments as her glider snapped open. If there were no questions then they could depart across the ravine. Ymir would join Zeno under the sheltered overhang first, pulling herself to a stop in a flurry of snow and bluster as the wings of her staff snapped shut. The other two would follow next, if they decided to come at all.
 

Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Tyron Avattica
Location: Undead Outpost
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"Focus your magic around Zion and make it so that all sounds he himself makes are muffled..."

"I can nullify and amplify sounds of the things attached to me," Tyron said, jutting a finger towards Zion who'd just quashed the brief display of their magic. "He can put those nails in his coffin for all I care." Still strange to think of the black-garbed mercenary as a light user. Tyron turned on heel, perhaps intending to examine the perimeter for any ways in--

"Right now however I'd rather we all communicate telepathically..."

His cape trailed to a stop as he properly considered those words. Telepathy? They had one light user, one support role, and himself that he knew of. Where exactly did telepathy come from in that skillset? The ferrets?

"You-" Tyron said, speaking slowly to Zion, his back still turned. "If your magic is light based, how exactly are you using telepathy?" It wasn't a technique just anyone could pick up, or gods knew half the kingdom would use it. It was, however, an ability inherent to certain species throughout the land--none of which were human. Tyron wasn't inclined to ignore his gut feeling much longer. He'd been unsettled by them since they first met. Just what are you hiding behind that mask?
 

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Pᴇʀsᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

WOE, UNDEAD BE UPON YE
Location: Abandoned Stone Fortress, The Cursed Region
Interactions: Tyron Avattica Chinchia Chinchia / Eiru Eagna Swiftshots Swiftshots
Honourable mentions:
Quest: Rescue Mission
Reward: 2000 Coins​

Zion wondered as to why the enchantress was issuing the buffs onto him. The trapped soul figured himself to not in the stealth category, as evident as to how he often he had strode up to...alarmed spellcasters. Certainly sound cancellation magic would aid him in this but he doubted it would compensate entirely for his lack of assassin's finesse.

He would've thoughtspoke this to Eiru to grasp for a reason he would agree with, but Tyron had already shut down her command. Atleast he stayed in character despite the ominous circumstances. Even if the prince in red's sound magic was bound solely to himself, the witch's expertise may be able to work around that. If the tales of her prowess he had gleaned from murmurs of conversations and brief mentions on paper were true. 'We hardly know what the other is capable of.' Zion mused to himself. This was why he found it much easier to do things solo, apart from other...complications.

However, the undead battlemage truly found Tyron's insult amusing, for obvious reasons only Zion (and three others in the guild) knew. Too bad he couldn't spare a clicking sound representing a chuckle, for the red noble's curiousity was teetering to the edge of what he found...unwelcoming.

"If your magic is light based, how exactly are you using telepathy?"

A steel mask met the lordling's gaze coolly. The hood overshadowing half of the visage in almost a foreboding fashion; a sense of the dread and alienating despair that the undead post oozed. 'I just can, I suppose. If you aren't comfortable with thoughtspeak, discuss another method with the witch.' Zion answered curtly, as he faced the horizon of shambling corpses and broken tower once more.

He did not owe the Avattica noble a proper explanation, it was already uncomfortable enough that the enchantress had heard wind of his situation without his control. He did not trust Tyron especially with his blatant disgust with the undead. Zion won't let him die, as promised, but if this would cause issue with their teamwork, then it will be on the fault of the noble.

A scuttling from below them caused Zion to snap his attention towards the ferrets. They were on the move, tired of weaving in between all their feets as they discussed. However they did not rush forward to the encampment, instead, they circled around some shrubbery that seemed to be purposely placed against something -- an opening...a tunnel?
 
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Swiftshots

The Swiftest Shot In The West
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Eiru Eagna
Gold Rank Support

Location: Inner forest

When Tyron refused to channel his magic what so ever Eiru moved to conceal her aura, pouting and huffing as she did so. Why were Nobles all so pig-headed and hard to work with! Could he not even have tried to cooperate! Was cooperation outside of a mindless and blood-soaked military command beyond the red-cloaked human. Did he have to make everything an argument! Eiru fully understood she wasn't the easiest person to cooperate with either but compared to Tyron she was practically a saint! That was saying something! Instead of continuing to argue her plan with the 'supreme leader of the red hooded recalcitrant knights' Eiru instead moved to pet the ferrets scuttling around her feet. At least petting the ferrets would calm her nerves a bit.

When Tyron moved to instead question Zion on his telepathic abilities, Eiru could help but stifle a soft chuckle. Telepathy was indeed a rare school of magic, normally aligned with racial ability over study but what the prince failed to really understand was the fact that Zion was a member of the guild and as such he had every right to keep his source of magic private. Zion wasn't a part of the military and there was no telling if he was even a citizen of the kingdom before joining the guild. He owed the prince no explanation. If he wanted answers he'd have to ask at the guild and well... Getting anything out of Pri was near impossible. In fact, the thought of the prince trying to pry such information from the guild master is what made Eiru stifle her chuckle.

But Eiru's silently thought out drama soon came to an end when the ferrets she had been meeting scampered off towards a hidden entrance beneath a bush. Perhaps the group could finally get a move on. "Zion, can you take point. I'll follow behind and support you. The prince cannot listen to orders so I suppose we just have to babysit him as we progress through the quest"

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Location: Icewall Ridge

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"You can if you want," Leonidas shook his head. "I'll have to pass, thank you." "I wouldn't recommend it though. You'll waste more energy doing it that way." Leonidas looked over the edge of the ravine once more before mumbling. "Wasting energy is not exactly the thing I'm worried about. It's hard to waste energy when you're dead."

"Well, we need to get moving." Leonidas gave her a mock salute. "Roger, lead the way."

"I'll go first and show you where to aim for, but once I'm down I'll be sure to adjust the drafts as well. As long as you don't let go you should be fine. I'll guide you down." Leonidas only half listened as Ymir explained, after all, how hard could it possibly be to hold on to a glider and glide into a small cave at the other side of a ravine so deep he had trouble seeing the bottom?

Moments later Leonidas stood at the edge of the ravine, twirling the glider in his hand. Ymir had certainly made it look easy, gliding over to the other side without a single hiccup. After looking over the edge a final time, Leonidas sighed, tapped his chest in a completely random order that certainly wouldn't earn him the favour of any known god and jumped.

For the most part, his gliding hadn't even gone that badly. In fact, for a moment while he was in the air, he had actually been enjoying himself quite a bit. When it came to landing though, Leonidas discovered that he had not the slightest clue how to do it. He had tried to make something up on the fly and tried to cushion his fall with air magic but this just lead to the glider flipping around and him propelling himself into the ground at an even faster speed. He pushed himself out of the snow with a groan, a mix of emotions visible on his face. "I'd give that whole experience a 6/10. 10/10 for the flying part, 1/10 for the landing."

He pushed himself to his feet. "Overall though, that could have gone worse. My most charming feature seems to have survived just fine." He said with a grin, patting his face with his hand.
 

Minma

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Minma Gate
Location: Gaenet outskirts



“No. I trust Lynx has had the foresight to make sure he didn’t train to the point where he can’t move. The faster we leave the better.” Minma nodded his head while he spoke. "Indeed." “I trust you’ll be able to figure out how the waystone works yourselves.” Minma pulled his out and watched as Klein disappeared with a flash of light. He gave a final look to Themisto and took a deep breath. "This should be fun." He clutched his waystone and concentrated before using it.

He appeared almost simultaneously with Themisto. A familiar smell filled his nostrils. The iron like smell of blood. His feet was placed firm on the ground as he began surveying the area along with Klein. Burning buildings were in the distance. The smoke filled the air creating thick grey clouds. Corpse were placed on the road, there eyes were showed no sign of life. Minma's face turned from happy to go on the quest to a face of seriousness. His dragon was now by his side at his feet looking around. Then, out of nowhere Minma picked up on someone coming towards him.

As he turned around he was meet with a man yelling at them and it seemed to Minma he was on the attack. In an instance Minma pulled his sword from his back and stepped forth to the stranger.
“Don’t kill him, I want to use him to obtain information!” As soon as heard Klein speak his pulled his sword back. As Klein crouched in front of the man Minma threw his sword onto his shoulder. Klein asked the man a question and was meet with spit. Good thing he where's the mask. Minma eyed the man with a cold stare. “Like I would tell a demon like yourself. Now get your claws away from me, kill me already for all I care.” Minma grinned. He moved his sword off his shoulder and started to move it to the guys neck. He stopped himself when Klein spoke again.

He put the sword back on his back a look at aggravation on his face. If Klein hadn't have intervened with his voice, Minma was going to give the man a taste of what happens when you disrespect him, or his team, although he wouldn't be able to redeem himself since he would be dead. Klein attempted to gather information from the guy but was meet with resistance. An order came from Klein to protect him and Minma bowed in confirmation. He walked infront of Klein and took post. His eyes scanned the area over and over for potential threats. It seemed to Minma that Klein entered some other state of mind.

"Lord Glaeder. Final ruler of Gaelyn Fortress. Called the demon lord. Eventually killed by his own people. Expert at manipulating emotions and illusions.” Minma turned around with a look of confusion on his face. Where had this information come from? Minma cleared his throat before speaking. "Sorry, but I'm not sure how a dead person is much use to this current situation." Minma then walked over to the captive Klein had tied up. He reached down and grabbed the man by the shirt and with one arm, lifted him up into the air. His attention turned to Klein. "Give me the word and I'll make him talk. I specialize in torture techniques and if that doesn't work and he's no use to us.."
A brief pause came. "Well, then he want be use to anyone else ever again."

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Rex Tesseri

Voidless Abyss
Themisto Pallasi
Location: At Gaenet
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As Minma nodded affirmatively while replying. "Indeed." Themisto nodded as well. She gave a look to both and asked "Ever got that feeling of dejavu?" in almost a rhetorical manner. Her eyes unfocused for a second, and was refocused by Klein remarks " I trust you’ll be able to figure out how the waystone works yourselves." replying to him "Oh, you don't have a clue". As both pulled out they waystones, Themisto did the same however, pulling her Tabula Rasa, and walked towards them and touching her magic-infused dark slab in both allies waystones, who glowed up with a sigil, who vanished quickly. "A little gift" she said, smiling to both of them.
As Minma looked to her, she looked back and put her middle and index fingers extended touching each other, while her ring and little finger bend and was touched by the thumb, in the side of her forehead, a two-finger salute. "Gníomh!" as she said it, her body desappeared, just remaining a after-image, being translocated quickly to a radius near Klein location.

She appeared almost simultaneously with Lynx, in a flash of multicolored lights. As the odor of war entered her olfactory senses, and the translocation shaken her stomach, Themisto almost threw up, however, she resisted the urges and recomposed herself. Her devil-may-care attitude towards everything didn't fazed a bit, but her face became more stern.

As a entity entered her field of vision, she thought of erecting a wall of light in front of it, but as Klein said “Don’t kill him, I want to use him to obtain information!” and Minma took care of it, she shook her head replying "I wouldnt", concentrating her thoughts in a protection spell. Her fingers was swift, touching the Tabula Rasa, while a volumetric cloud of light came out of it, enveloping both allies. This volumetric cloud was a cluster of light scripts that hardened in response to a physical trauma, like a chainmail of sorts.

“I need you two to protect me while I confirm something. Don’t kill anyone who looks like a human for now.” Themisto nodded, shaking her wand-like stone, replying "Okie, dokie" and with minimal movement of her fingers the volumetric light cloud hardened itself, protecting Klein.

"Lord Glaeder. Final ruler of Gaelyn Fortress. Called the demon lord. Eventually killed by his own people. Expert at manipulating emotions and illusions.” Themisto shrugged after Klein said his intel, she didn't know this Glaeder, nor the Gaelyn Fortress. She look almost confused as Minma, but probably more. "Sorry, but I'm not sure how a dead person is much use to this current situation." -- "Oh? Demon Lord? Do not say that this one is back..." -- Themisto arched both eyebrows. Now this is a solid one.
 

Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Tyron Avattica
Location: Solmar Outskirts --> Catacombs
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'I just can, I suppose. If you aren't comfortable with thoughtspeak, discuss another method with the witch.'

He wasn't getting answers it seemed. Tyron shook his head, glancing over to the ferrets as he vowed to follow up on it later. "Use it, for now. Better than alerting the enemies with unecessary talk."

Tyron stared down at the hole in disgust. It looked less like a deliberate entrance and more like it had caved into something beneath. Dark and dank and foreboding. There’s absolutely no way—

"Zion, can you take point. I'll follow behind and support you. The prince cannot listen to orders so I suppose we just have to babysit him as we progress through the quest."


He spared the witch a disparaging glance as the ferrets sniffed around the sightless wound. They chittered low and nervously, but nonetheless poked their heads over the side, stretching as far as they dared until the dirt started to crumble beneath one’s paws and its companion yanked it back.

“Absolutely not,” Tyron said. He only had to look at the others to see they were already considering it, but there were so many things that could go wrong. Cave ins, dead ends, asphyxiation, ambushes—for all they knew it could be a bottomless hole to nowhere or a trap laid by the enemies. He’d rather face their opponents on open ground where he had avenue to move and a reasonable chance of anticipating attacks, not squashed together under a morgue’s worth of rock and dirt that could collapse at any time—

And then he was the only one left on the surface.

Tyron continued to stare after Zion and the witch went down. He adamantly, absolutely, beyond all reason would not climb down some dirty, stinky, godforsaken hole in the name of Avattica. He’d rather face the slavering hordes by himself then get whatever foul well-water was down there on his coat. The other two could, but he would not. They’d have better luck using the witch’s head as a battering ram to knock down the front gates--

Which were, he realised, quite tall and foreboding. Decrepit guards overlooked the shambling mass of corpses, who would probably be happy to drop their heavy loads in favour of carving out fresh meat. Tyron was confident in his abilities, but… his hand hesitated over the hilt of his sword, mouth turned down into a scowl.

Eventually the scuffle of dirt could be heard by those beneath, followed a shower of grit and curses and a body landing on something that clattered across stone. If Tyron was going to complain it was cut short by the realisation he’d fallen on a bone pile, laying amongst crumbled rock and powdered skeleton, and what was probably half a skull—

He scrambled to his feet, beating furiously at his arms and cloak. “What the hells kind of-!”

Tyron’s hiss cut off. What light they had illuminated the small area they were in. Piles of bones, some draped in remnants of armour, lay across the ground and against the walls. Above them, inscriptions were carved into stone at regular intervals where the surface was smooth. Some of the graves had broken open where walls had collapsed, revealing the macabre contents.

Tyron fell silent, scowling. Dust crumbled beneath his glove when he reached for one of the blank slates lining the tunnel.

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“…idiots of Solmar,” he muttered, tone thick with distaste. It seemed the mining operation had found another use for the quarries during the conflict with the western wastelanders. Catacombs that had become a resting place for the living upon their collapse. Turning to the others he raised his chin. "Do you two seriously think this will lead anywhere? What makes you think we won't end up like them?"

He jabbed a finger towards one of the decayed skeletons, several gashes in the armour that remained. He had a growing sense of foreboding with the whole operation. Much of the bodies had not been recovered from the final conflict, their spirits never laid to rest. As if to echo his thoughts, a scratchy groan started up further down the hall, accompanied by shuffling and the scraping of metal that grew in number and prevalence.

Closer by, one of the corpses began to twitch. Tyron's grip fell to his sword around the same time that a bony hand wrapped around Eiru's ankle.
 

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WOE, UNDEAD BE UPON YE
Location: Solmar Outskirts, Abandoned Outpost -> A Solmar Catacomb
Interactions: Tyron Avattica Chinchia Chinchia / Eiru Eagna Swiftshots Swiftshots
Honourable mentions:
Quest: Rescue Mission
Reward: 2000 Coins
Down they descended, with only the ferrets as their lithe guides.

A familiar scenery but one he did not wished to see anytime soon. Skeletal remains lined the walls, some stuffed against the hardened earth as a meagre show of respect. Another catacomb, another ground soaked in bone dust and forgotten regrets. 'I could've been in one of these. Maybe I had been...'
The flashes of an earlier epiphany crept back to him, the name Norwich and the silhouette of a hooded figure haunted the crevices of his metaphorical mind.

Zion's head swivelled at the noise behind him and a soft glow stuttered at his fingertips at the ready. However, upon realising it was the Noble's little accident on a mass of bones, the light was snuffed and he looked to the hallway that stretched further ahead of them. Eiru seemed to be taking this much better than the lordling, atleast, when he had taken a look back. Either that, or she was hiding her distaste for the sake of professionalism.

The undead battlemage stepped on bone as he ventured forth, the quiet apologies he uttered trickling to a solemn acknowledgement instead. A populated burial ground, but they looked like old remains. Were they the buried soldiers of this outpost? Though some of the carved-in graves had plaques nailed underneath them, he did not spare them a glance. Especially when he could hear some shuffling and softspoken voices further ahead. Zion could not glean any words but just guttural sounds...

If he had brows and lips, he would be adorning a face of disappointment behind the mask. It was inevitable they would have to face the undead, but it still didn't give him any satisfaction.

"Do you two seriously think this will lead anywhere? What makes you think we won't end up like them?"
'So much for keeping quiet, hm?' He kept to himself,but let the next thought be a brief response that could be heard within both of his companion's minds, 'Better here than up there. And you won't, if you don't plan on dying today.'

He was no expert on the arcane of necromancy despite engaging with a few spellcasters that dabbled in the sort, but from what he had experienced and gathered, the undead are made from the souls of the deceased through a process -- the living cannot be enthralled instantly. Perhaps a greater necromancer could turn the living into undead without ritualistic means, but he has had yet seen or heard of it.

Zion slowed his pace as the cacophony of rasps seemed to grow closer, and the soul trapped within his skeletal ribcage pulsated in anticipation.
Only to stutter in intensity when the enchantress behind him gasped in alarm; the shout cutting off when she slapped a hand to stifle it.

The chamber -- no, its decrepit inhabitants were waking. A sharp hiss came from behind the battlemage's mask, eerily matching with the re-forming skeletons own dry battlecry, and he instinctively rushed to the crawling skeleton that had grappled Eiru's leg and sent the arm flying with a heavy kick. The owner of the arm simply latched their other hand back onto Eiru's ankle.

'Just hold on a minute! We mean you no harm--' Zion glanced at the appendage he had dislocated, 'No further harm. We -- I, want to help free you from this mortal plane. Put you to rest.' His telepathy slammed against a thick wall of arcane. He could feel it wasn't getting through.

His gaze flitted between the hallway ahead of them and to the undead scrambling in their current surroundings. Shaking his head, he raised his arms in front of him and positioned his fists together, before gradually pulling them apart. A translucent white line was dragged into shape before snapping apart; two moulds resembling scimitars shimmered into existence.

Suddenly the chamber grew darker, the flickering torchlight provided by old torches nailed to the walls dimmed almost to nothing...until the weapons in Zion's
hands lit up the room again, the torchlight captured and bouncing inside the scimitar cases.

'We have two choices.' Zion could not muster the skill or spare energy to communicate to both minds, so he delegated his message to the witch, 'We cleave a path till we find our quarry, or we run like hells till we find our quarry.' He spun the scimitars before cutting and burning through enemy flesh and kicking away the hissing corpse. 'I'm used to the former, but if you have better ideas, I'll do my best go along with them. You are--' A pommel thrust against another advancing skeleton, who unfortunately tore another segment of his cloak, 'clever.'

Their ferret guides were also having a bad time with the small horde of undead. With their teamwork they had managed to fell one, but even with their nimbleness, one of them was held up by a rotting grip.
 
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Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Ymir
Location: Icewall Caverns
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"I'd give that whole experience a 6/10. 10/10 for the flying part, 1/10 for the landing."

She snickered, watching his head poke out of the snow as he extracted the rest of his limbs. "You're meant to land on your feet, generally." Despite being as fickle as a cat, it seemed he hadn't inherited their innate ability to stick the landing.

"Overall though, that could have gone worse. My most charming feature seems to have survived just fine."

Oh most certainly. He could have crashed into a pile of rocks, or impaled himself on a spire. At least by making it across he'd avoided the first and most likely cause of falling to the bottom of the canyon. "Not too bad for a first-timer," she agreed eventually, grinning as he flashed a winsome smile. "Feel like joining the expeditionary force?" The goofball still had snow in his hair, though she wasn't helpful enough to point it out.

Her gaze returned to the edge of the ridge where Leo had come from, searching for any sign of their fourth member. Mazus had seemed quite capable, but flying over a bottomless canyon was a big ask for anyone's first mission. Maybe I should have stayed up there longer...

But the mission was still underway. The entrance to the caverns yawned dark and wide before them, icy stalactites lining the entrance. Like most caves there was the hollow roar like the inside of a shell, but above it floated something different. A cackling. High and delirious and ever so faint, the mere traces of an echo that emerged from within.

"So. Anyone want to take the lead on this one?" she said. The snow blue den seemed to lead straight to the heart of the mountain, pieces of armour and weapon fragments lining the walls and more than a few bodies visible, frozen in place in the icy sides of the tunnels. The remnants of those who had come before them, no doubt.

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Location: Guild Hall
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"Well ain't that a sight--is that a new special you're cooking up, Elias? Looks like it'll be a killer one."

That made things easier. Azalea's gaze switched to Faygo from a still-pale Elias, slowly lowering the furious crustacean. "Faygo- so you were around. Good."

His ever-present companion hissed inquisitively, until its attention switched from Azalea to Elias and it seemed to consider what it might like for lunch instead. Faygo clicked his tongue around his usual leafy chew--birchgum today. Things must be quiet if he had time to grab a sprig from the forest--at least someone's had a nice morning.

"I'd like you to take a look at this," she said, foregoing any extra pleasantries. There was a great deal to be done and she was already behind. "It attacked Elias while he was trying to make breakfast." The gleaming pincer-blade continued its wild swings as if to prove her point, the creature clicking and spitting its displeasure at being held. Cracks ran throughout its shell and a dim, purple-tinged glow filled the gaps like tar. Strange enough, but apart from that it appeared relatively crab-like.
 

Swiftshots

The Swiftest Shot In The West
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Eiru Eagna
Gold Rank Support

Location: Inner forest

Eiru was quick to follow behind Zion, leaving the prince to write in disgust all on his lonesome upon the surface. The small witch, moved carefully as she descended, carefully watching her footing as to not slip and fall down the dimly lit hole. Fortunately, the hole wasn't all that hard to scale and both the witch and spell caster soon found themselves within a catacomb long lost to time. The room was dimly lit, torches the only source of light and ever so creepily lit they were. Looking around the room she found herself in Eiru couldn't help but notice the overabundance of dust and webbing. This tomb had seemingly not been visited by life in a very long time, yet the ferrets seemed to acknowledge it connected to their summoners location. Perhaps the furry creatures had escaped through here before returning to the outpost. If that was the case this was very promising.

Turning to grab a torch from the wall Eiru carefully illuminated a wall faintly inscribed. The writing was old, eroded and almost unreadable but from what little she could make out the catacombs they now found themselves in was commissioned by the Merchant House. Those laid to rest were miners and others who fell in the battle against the western wastelanders. Eiru continued to try her best to decrepit the faded inscription but her train of thought was soon broken by a loud clatter of bones. The prince in all his wisdom had fallen down the hole. In all honesty, Eiru found the sight hilarious but she did well to withhold her laughter, souring the prince's pride would only result in a more agonising mission. And so the witch quietly returned to her reading and left the prince to gather himself.

When Zion moved to venture deeper into the catacombs with the ferrets as his guide, Eiru moved to follow behind him, torch in hand. In all honesty, she would have preferred to investigate the catacombs more but given the mission and the circumstances surrounding the area she felt going back to investigate after everything was said and done would be far more efficient. Even if some insight into the current happenings could be gained. Eiru followed close to Zion, unfazed by the bones she treaded across. This was far from her first time in such a tomb and it was far from her last. However, although she moved unfazed she was in no way disrespectful toward the dead, quietly offering words of rest to those she trod upon.

When the Prince voiced his concerns with their advancement, Eiru remained quiet. The ferrets were their guide and if they wanted the group to head in this direction then that was where the group should head. Familiars had a sixth sense for this sort of thing but explaining such a thing to a disgusted royal in the depths of a catacomb was not going to be easy. So much so it was hardly worth the effort. Instead, Eiru moved to match the spellcasters pacing, slowing as he did. From the sounds of things, corpses were animated up ahead and heading this way. Eiru was repaired to assist the spell caster in a frontal attack but when a hand grasped her ankle she audibly gasped before moving to stifle herself with her free hand.

Fortunately, Zion was quick to her aid, kicking the arm and freeing her from its grasp. Unfortunately, the undead was quick to grab hold of her other ankle with it's other hand. With Zion already Preoccupied with the undead appearing in front, the ferrets preoccupied on the same front and the prince frozen in all his glory Eiru had to act quickly to protect herself. "We fight, your light magic will stop them from reanimating.". Eiru smacked at the undead arm with her torch and eventually broke loose before tossing the torch to the prince for him to catch. She moved to Zion's back and placed her hands against his back "Zion, I want you to throw your scimitars. Focus on the undead and the idea of a tainted or corrupted soul and once you have that thought in your mind. Throw both with all your might.".

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Vagabond Spectre

Five Thousand Club
Elias Allard

Taking a seat in one of the chairs to clear his mind from the sudden shock from the kitchen. Rubbing his temples before he began his summarized explanation of the kitchen nuisance. It appears a rogue crab has become a threat kitchen that nearly swooped a cut on his neck. Felt like he was being overdramatic at the moment. Azalea decided to investigate the situation herself which he didn't stop knowing that they are capable of holding their ground more than he ever could.

It was only a few seconds later that the cook came into the kitchen when the crab was captured by the scribe. Half the kitchen staff seems to have been comfortable working normally again. Elias walked in only to see the crab in Azalea's hands. The grip of his knife tightened as he approaches Azalea and the crab.

"Are you okay? Did this son of a- MMmmmmmm..."

Despite his usually calm face his voice and eyes were that of anger as just the sight of the crab alone makes him want to grab out of her hands and murder it himself. He immediately realized the rise of his steaming head and decided to stop and breathed for a minute. Standing closer to Azalea as the crab attempts to retaliate. The man fell silent moments later even right before the arrival of another member who is called to analyze the crab in hand. While despite the lighthearted comment given to the cook. He did not entertain the new arrival and looked back to Azalea.

"(Sighs) Apologies for bringing you into the kitchen at this time. I don't know how this happened but I'll just serve you something else."

Subconsciously using his knife in his hand to scratch an itch on the right side of his head. He immediately stopped halfway after the feeling of the sharp cold metal touched his scalp, laying down on a nearby countertop but not away from his reach.

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Location: Gaenet

Mentions: Minma Minma Rex Tesseri Rex Tesseri
"Give me the word and I'll make him talk. I specialize in torture techniques and if that doesn't work and he's no use to us.." Klein shook his head in response. "I don't doubt your capabilities but if my assumptions are correct that man is nothing more than an innocent farmer who had his emotions toyed with and his worldview twisted with the help of illusions." Klein pointed at the man's eyes. "Look closely at his eyes, he most likely thinks he's been pulled into a hellscape on earth. Of course, that's not the only reason I suspect he's under the influence of illusions. He keeps calling us demons and my hand a claw. I'm not sure if we can save this fellow but I urge you to put him down for now."

Klein waited until after Lynx put the man back down before continuing. "Now then, returning to what you asked before about how a dead person is relevant to our situation. I'm not yet entirely certain how myself but I fear this situation has something to do with Glaeder."

"Oh? Demon Lord? Do not say that this one is back..." Klein once again shook his head. "No, contrary to what the name given to him by the people would make you expect Glaeder was entirely a normal human. Even if he somehow faked his death there is no way for him to have lived for more than 400 years." Klein paused momentarily. "That is, as a human. All of this is just an assumption but I suspect what we're dealing with is Glaeder's spirit. It's the only explanation that makes sense given that the townsfolk reported it as a wraith."

Klein cast his gaze in the direction of the forest. "How he managed to maintain his form as a spirit for this long is still a mystery to me." He turned back to Lynx and Themisto. "What greeted me when I observed the forest from above was a perfect replication of Gaelyn Fortress. What's more, that fortress was more than a simple illusion, it was interacting with its surroundings."

"Illusions so powerful that they exert an effect on reality, if it really is the spirit of Glaeder he might even have gotten stronger after his death."
Klein mumbled to himself before warning Lynx and Themisto. "We'll start making our way to the fortress slowly. Stay alert. From here on out, everything we encounter can both be illusory and real at the same time."


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Location: Icewall Caverns
Mentions:
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"You're meant to land on your feet, generally." Leonidas nodded as if in deep thought. "Ah I see, you're supposed to land on your feet. And here I thought I was onto something landing face first." He said with a chuckle.

"Not too bad for a first-timer," Leonidas flashed a proud smile. "Feel like joining the expeditionary force?" "That depends," Leonidas started with a grin. "How often do you discover uncharted taverns?" He asked, removing some of the leftover snow from his clothes where he could.

Only when Ymir turned away from him for a moment to look at the entrance of the cave did Leonidas realize just how much colder it was inside of the cave compared to the top of the cliff. He shivered before speaking up. "Listen to me for a moment." He said to Zeno and Ymir before putting his hand to his chest. "We find ourselves in a cavern quite cold, a glorious story about to unfold. Now with a power akin to deceit, I'll supply us with welcome heat." He recited, a warm feeling enveloping him and replacing the cold.

"Keep in mind that the warmth my magic provides is purely psychological, it will make you feel warm but it won't influence any of the complications that might come with this extreme cold." He warned the others before turning to the entrance of the caverns.

"So. Anyone want to take the lead on this one?" Leonidas pointed to Zeno. "I volunteer our brave gold-ranked adventurer for the job." He said, turning to Zeno. "It would be most rude of me to steal the glory from a high ranked adventurer such as yourself." Also, I would prefer not to end up a living ice sculpture like the poor souls before us. "So, after you." He said with a grin, gesturing to the entrance of the caverns.
 

Minma

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Minma Gate
Location: Gaenet


"I don't doubt your capabilities but if my assumptions are correct that man is nothing more than an innocent farmer who had his emotions toyed with and his worldview twisted with the help of illusions." Minma tightened his grip on the man's sshirt and grunted. Minma is someone who doesn't take threats lightly. "Look closely at his eyes, he most likely thinks he's been pulled into a hellscape on earth. Of course, that's not the only reason I suspect he's under the influence of illusions. He keeps calling us demons and my hand a claw. I'm not sure if we can save this fellow but I urge you to put him down for now."

Minma released the man and he plummeted to the ground creating a thud. "Under the influence you say? That explains his ignorant actions." Minma was so focused on the hostage that he didn't process what Klein had just said. But when he did his breath stopped for a second. Illusions? And not just that, ones strong enough to posses a human body?! The thought of such powerful art of battle excited Minma. He couldn't help himself. He's goal is to become the strongest being to ever walk this Earth and to do that you must face strong foes, even foes that seem unbeatable. Although he was excited about facing this challenge he didn't let it clog his objective. His emotion of excitement was tied in with sadness for the people of this place and the fear of the unknown.

"Oh? Demon Lord? Do not say that this one is back..." Minma raised a brow of confusion and curiosity. How come she spoke of this "Demon Lord" like she knew of him." Minma looked at Klein as he began to speak. "No, contrary to what the name given to him by the people would make you expect Glaeder was entirely a normal human. Even if he somehow faked his death there is no way for him to have lived for more than 400 years. That is, as a human. All of this is just an assumption but I suspect what we're dealing with is Glaeder's spirit. It's the only explanation that makes sense given that the townsfolk reported it as a wraith. How he managed to maintain his form as a spirit for this long is still a mystery to me. What greeted me when I observed the forest from above was a perfect replication of Gaelyn Fortress. What's more, that fortress was more than a simple illusion, it was interacting with its surroundings. Illusions so powerful that they exert an effect on reality, if it really is the spirit of Glaeder he might even have gotten stronger after his death."l" Minma paused to gather his thoughts and soak in the information given to him. The thought of a spirit roaming around didn't sit well with him. Illusions strong enough to alter your mental state and also interact with nature itself was not the run of the mill illusions.

"We'll start making our way to the fortress slowly. Stay alert. From here on out, everything we encounter can both be illusory and real at the same time." Minma slowly sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. "Allow me a minute. Guard me if you will." Minma raised his hands and held his index and thumb finger together. He took deep breathes in and out. Using spiritual vibrations in the atmosphere Minma began to try to focus in on a spirit, if any, were in the immediate area. He couldn't sense far but if there was some form of a spirit around he would have picked it up, maybe. The illusions were interfering with his six sense of vibration guidance. They posed vibrations themselves similar to those of spirits, but Minma could tell they weren't. One last deep breath came from Minma as he opened his eyes.

He stood up and dusted his pants off. He tuned towards Klein and Themisto.
"In the immediate area there are currently no spirits. Now by immediate I mean about roughly twenty meters in each direction." Minma paused and sighed. "The illusions casted oddly were able to falter my ability to pick up on frequency of a spirit. It's possible the person behind them was already prepared for someone with my ability."

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Vol

Pᴇʀsᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
A FISHY SITUATION
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Location:
Waystone Guild Hall, Outskirts of Lantana City
Interactions: Azalea Gibraltar Chinchia Chinchia / Elias Allard Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre
"Faygo- so you were around. Good. It attacked Elias while he was trying to make breakfast." "

The wood half-elf raised a brow. So she'd been looking for him earlier? Darn, maybe he should had stayed back at the Bestiary. Though the infamous and very convenient Waystone crystal made travelling to and from destinations unfairly easy, he would've preferred to be walked in when he was in the middle of feeding time.

"Apologies for bringing you into the kitchen at this time. I don't know how this happened but I'll just serve you something else."

Faygo opened his mouth to point out that the chef was about to cut himself with his own knife, but then quickly switched to a quiet half-smile when he noticed Elias catching himself before the damage was done. He rubbed the side of his cheek with his index finger, silently pouting at the fact that NEITHER of them reacted to his pun -- tough crowd, these two. Well when wasn't Azalea a tough nut to crack laughing? Even before...all that nature on her.

"A'right,I'll take a looksie." He chortled as he casually bent closer to inspect the weaponised crab, oddly unperturbed by all the pincer-whipping it was doing. It paused its futile onslaught for a second when Faygo's face neared it; beady black eyes concentrating on yellow ones. Snip.

Faygo returned to his half-slouched posture with a now half stem of birchgum, but still seemingly satisfied with his inspection.

"That's one crabby crustacean. But I get why it would be mad. Getting boiled alive isn't fun for anyone, I like to think." He began as he slipped the birchgum out of his mouth and with a flick, let it loose into the air. Effy jolted up like a spring and caught it, easily consuming it. Good thing Rattlebuns were omnivores. "Though the weird thing is, apart from the literal blade it has as a pincer, is the veins running along its shell. I've seen my share of crabs, even the types that aren't used for eating, but...I've never seen this."

He leaned forward once more, not too close as before, but still at weird conversational distance to the crab.
"Hey there pal, mind taking it down a notch? Let's have a nice chat -- I'll make sure you'll be off the menu."

The crab paused it's writhing, as if in thought. It probably didn't expect anyone to be communicating to it, let alone understand the words being spoken.
"No. I wanna give you a piece of how it feels to be cooked a-fucking-live." It chittered rapidly before resuming it's thrashing.

Faygo simply blinked and pulled back, amusement clearly written on his features.
"Oh it says it likes you guys, but just has a funny way on showing it." He chuckled before lazily glancing over to Elias, then Azalea.

"Do you's remember where you got our crab friend? What market stall or anything like that?"
 

Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Tyron Avattica
Location: Solmar Catacombs
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The underground was not Tyron's ideal environment to fight in. His permanently etched scowl was shadowed by torchlight as he parried a blow and cut through the enemy, a low hum accompanying each strike. The edge of the blade seemed to sing, reverberating with the magic he fed into it.

A terrified screech drew his gaze to the undead that had one of the ferrets in its grasp. Useless lump of fur--

He swung down, and a thin ripple followed in its wake, whistling across the hall to cut through the rotting limb and crack a part of the wall. Dust and rubble showered down for one, heart-stopping moment before the air settled. Tyron shook the dirt from his hair as another undead lunged. I seriously hate fighting underground.

The trapped ferret reunited with its companion and they scampered closer to the other two adventurers, who had the side of the hall with greater number of foes. He trusted they'd take care of it. At least one of them had an ability that worked in enclosed spaces, and the other could enhance it, so he turned his back to focus on the foes on their other side and--

Clunk.

Not a moment after something knocked into the back of his head.

It clattered to the floor a heartbeat later. The helpful gesture of a companion that had missed its mark. Tyron's brow twitched, lips pulled back as he glared at the witch who'd been holding the blasted thing. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, she was busy saying something to Zion and channelling her magic, and Tyron had bigger issues to deal with as a stray swipe almost took off his ear. He ducked out of the way and parried another blow. Doing so took him out of reach of the torch that some of the undead had noticed. They seemed enraptured, reaching out with rag covered hands only to shriek as the flame leaped higher upon sensing its opportunity.

What followed was a domino effect of burning corpses. Tyron stood, sword raised pointlessly as he blinked. The ones afflicted shrieked and stumbled, only to be set upon by the others nearby, who were folded into the inferno. It saved having to do much on his end, though he refused to believe the witch had planned it. That wasn't a level of credit he was willing to give someone from the arcane house.

The duo seemed to have taken down the majority of their enemy forces while he was busy, using whatever spell they had perfectly. Great, because they needed to go straight through. The number of shrieking fire corpses was growing fast and attracting more and more attention, filling the hall with smoke and the stench of burning, rotten flesh. Tyron pulled edge of his cloak over his mouth, eyes narrowed through the smog as he rasped at the others. "We need to go."

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Location: Guild Hall
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"Are you okay?" Elias stood upon her approach, though his expression morphed into something altogether frightening as he caught sight of the nuisance she held. "Did this son of a- MMmmmmmm..." He seemed to catch his words, drawing out a groan as he closed his eyes to take a few, deliberate breaths. His usual composure seemed to have cracked, revealing a far more impulsive nature Azalea wasn't familiar with. Perhaps a side he preferred not to show.

She glanced down, lifting up the lower half of her leg the crustacean had impaled. A translucent, faintly glowing and sap-like substance had begun to harden through the hole in her boot's upper. It didn't bother her much, sensation wise, but she was quite fond of the shoes themselves. "It did manage to damage my shoes," she said, lowering her foot to the ground. "But that's inconsequential."

"Apologies for bringing you into the kitchen at this time. I don't know how this happened but I'll just serve you something else."

She waved away his offer, shaking her head. "It's fine, Elias, I don't have much of an appetite these days anyway." She'd almost forgotten about the creature she held until a small snip caught her attention, and half a birchgum sprig tumbled onto her shoe.

"That's one crabby crustacean," Faygo said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "But I get why it would be mad. Getting boiled alive isn't fun for anyone, I like to think."

Azalea's expression didn't move. She watched him remove the leafless stick from his mouth, flicking it to Elly. Trust you to sympathise with the breakfast menu.

"Though the weird thing is, apart from the literal blade it has as a pincer, is the veins running along its shell. I've seen my share of crabs, even the types that aren't used for eating, but...I've never seen this." He leant down, staring unflinchingly into the beady eyes of death as he continued in similar tone. "Hey there pal, mind taking it down a notch? Let's have a nice chat -- I'll make sure you'll be off the menu."

The response was both swift and distinctively unfriendly. Faygo didn't seem bothered as he pulled away, grinning to himself--he always seemed to return to that expression. Azalea was half convinced his face was set that way. "Oh it says it likes you guys, but just has a funny way on showing it. Do you's remember where you got our crab friend? What market stall or anything like that?"

"The cove," she said easily. His roundabout answer had been exactly what she needed to hear. If Faygo hadn't seen the thing before, then there was zero chance it was a natural occurrence. "Most the seafood comes from fishing villages in that area. I suspect an artefact or magic source of sorts has washed up." It wasn't uncommon for those things to be misplaced, but magic variants of creatures also existed, making it difficult to determine the cause of apparent mutations at times. "If that's the case then I doubt this is the only thing that's been affected."
 

Vagabond Spectre

Five Thousand Club
Elias Allard

With the fold of his arms. He slowly tried to neutralize his seething mood with great success, pacifying himself in a span of a minute. It’s not everyday a brawl in the kitchen brews itself and a single magically mutated crabbed caused alone a scene already. So much for a good morning.

The analysis had begun. Elias stood by in silence, offering no comment. This crab is totally out of the menu now, too much work for what it’s worth. It did raise curiosity to the man, how did something like that happen? How was this overlooked by the kitchen staff? Was it always that way? Rather than asking , he kept it all to himself as he has a strong feeling he is about to find out.

He had mixed indescribable feelings about the crab, mostly figuring what to do with it now. Jumping straight into I'm unculturedyo’s last question, his deep voice added into the conversation again.

“I think this batch was delivered straight from the docks. Until now, i wasn’t even aware of this monster.”

Azalea traced back to where the source originated with good detail than his. It made him look back to the green skinned woman with a slightly curious look.

“It seems like an investigation is in need of action here. If Ms. Azalea’s thinks that there could be more of this then we really need to do something here before this get out of control. Who knows how many of these are out there now.”

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Pᴇʀsᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

WOE, UNDEAD BE UPON YE
Location: A Solmar Catacomb
Interactions: Tyron Avattica Chinchia Chinchia / Eiru Eagna Swiftshots Swiftshots
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Reward: 2000 Coins​

"We fight, your light magic will stop them from reanimating. Zion, I want you to throw your scimitars. Focus on the undead and the idea of a tainted or corrupted soul and once you have that thought in your mind. Throw both with all your might."

One sizzling slash and another foe tumbled down, but the battlmage didn't see them fall as he had turned his attention to the witch. Inner conflict roiled within him for a moment, but as far as reasoning and adrenaline went, the latter won over.

He thought of necromancy at first then honed in on the the various spellcasters of said school of arcane. In a particular one of his investigations was a man named Vigintio, an old soul that had been strengthened by siphoning the souls of others to overcome and tame death. His soul was beyond tainted, Zion believed, as it was an amalgam of imprisoned and tortured life source.

The scimitars were no longer in his grasp.

He didn't have the time to see where or what it landed upon since he continued to fight, gloved knuckle cracking against bone or through soggy putrid dead flesh. Fortunately Tyron was noticeable even amidst the now crowded hallway; the noble must have somehow gotten ahead of him when he was busy shielding the enchantress. Zion continued to retaliate against the shambling undead as he tried to reach the prince in red, hoping to close the distance between them as getting separated would most likely kill him.

This would have been easier if he still had his blades with--

FWOOSH, FWOOM.

Zion slapped away a flaming hand and the scene before him slowly evolved to what he imagined what one of the levels of Hell looked like. Corpses aflame by a combination of holy fire and ordinary flame, their shrieks becoming a sickening choir of wails. Something within the undead adventurer's soul pulsated in familiarity, and he had to press his cloaked skull against a shaking hand.

"We need to go."

'I won't leave you behind.'
 

Swiftshots

The Swiftest Shot In The West
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Eiru Eagna
Gold Rank Support

Location: Inner forest
While Zion focused as Eiru had instructed the young witch began to make alterations to his spells formation. Her mana flowed seamlessly into his undead corpse and intertwined with his own, flowing directly toward the scimitars he held firmly within his boney hands. The sensation would have been strange for the undead, his mana was being controlled and warped without his own doing and the warmth of Eiru's own mana would envelop his cold undead body flowing much like warm blood through the magic circuits of his soul. A warm embrace, almost like a mother yet distinctly different. Natural yet somewhat distant. Regardless of how the undead might have reacted Eiru pushed on, focusing deeply on the inner workings of his spell, unravelling its workings to rewrite it as her own. It didn't take the witch long to do so and by the time she had, Zion too had a clear image in his head of what he felt the shambling corpses were. More importantly, he had focused directly on their souls as Eiru had asked. 'Enhance, Multiply, Seek, Donate'.

As Eiru inscribed the runes upon the scimitars her mana began to flare, the once warm embrace quickly turned to a rush of power and adrenaline within Zion as his body became a conduit for the witches power. Eiru held back to ensure she didn't push the body of the mage too far with her forceful donation of mana but ultimately he only had to bear with it for a few seconds for once he let loose the scimitars Eiru's enhancements took effect.

Two scimitars left the mages hand and immediately those two scimitars became four, eight and then finally sixteen. The swords glided effortlessly through the underground space, turning to correct their trajectories before each and everyone found a home within the chest of a shambling corpse. Each of the sixteen swords hit their mark, but what was most impressive about this spell was yet to take effect. Once the scimitars had embedded within the corpses they began to glow violently, light bursting out like fireworks in the night's sky. What the swords had pierced may have been rotten flesh, but what they had targeted was the soul itself. Zion's scimitars were not slaying the undead but purifying and exorcising their souls. They were putting the undead to rest while also lighting a path through the thick smoke that now filled the corridors.

Eiru moved to follow behind Zion, sticking close to his back coughing quietly as a result of the smoke, knowing she could trust in him to save her should another hand reach for her. She hurried behind the two while the light show continued to not only purify but distract the remaining undead from the escaping trio.
 

Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Tyron Avattica
Location: Solmar Catacombs
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Tyron gave the scimitar'd corpses a cursory glance as he passed, but there wasn't time to admire as the growing heat from the fire pressed at their backs, burning the air those living needed to survive. Some of the undead stirred as they passed by, but they were either cut down or left in the dust of their wake, the trio following the ferrets as they wove through the labyrinth.

Eventually they arrived at a larger hall, as dilapidated as the rest of the tombs, but... there was something off. The stretch of stone between them and the stairs leading up were devoid of remains. The ferrets chittered nervously, huddling closer to Eiru in the hopes of receiving comfort the other two wouldn't provide.

Where are the guards? It was unnatural to have an exit with no protection, no less when even the dead seemed to avoid it. Tyron cast his gaze around the wide area, wary of traps or hidden spells. Apart from it being scoured of remains, there was nothing else he could see.

"Do we pass through?" he muttered, not seeming to realise he'd directed the question at Eiru. His attention was preoccupied with observing the room. He couldn't shake the sense of foreboding as above them, something dark and gelatinous began to move.

 
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Pᴇʀsᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
A FISHY SITUATION
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Location:
Waystone Guild Hall, Outskirts of Lantana City
Interactions: Azalea Gibraltar Chinchia Chinchia / Elias Allard Vagabond Spectre Vagabond Spectre


"The cove. Most the seafood comes from fishing villages in that area. I suspect an artefact or magic source of sorts has washed up. If that's the case then I doubt this is the only thing that's been affected."
“I think this batch was delivered straight from the docks. Until now, i wasn’t even aware of this monster.”

Faygo gave Elias a look, his usual half-smile turned to a coy grin. "Only a matter of time till the food fights back. Though from what Azalea's suggesting, I doubt this isn't entirely your fault."

He returned his gaze to the snappy crab, head tilted to the side thoughtfully. His animal companion had been slithering figure-8's between his feet as the discussion had went on. Effy was impatient for a snack and she figured the crab would be one that the wood half-elf would serve to her, if he just stopped flapping his gob to the others.

“It seems like an investigation is in need of action here. If Ms. Azalea’s thinks that there could be more of this then we really need to do something here before this get out of control. Who knows how many of these are out there now.”

"If you're so worried about it, stick a notice on the questboard, Elias. The guildmembers would take care of it faster than you would make and plate, eh, I 'unno, sautéed mushrooms with garlic butter." Faygo half-heartedly gestured with his hand as he spoke. He hadn't gone quest-venturing in probably years; it just wasn't his jam he supposed.

Effy's tail suddenly rattled against his boot and the vibrations of its sound caused his leg to shake involuntarily. Faygo clicked his tongue twice as a signal for her to settle down, but the Rattlebun was unmoved by it, as she was busy trying to lick at the dried sap that had coagulated around the hole of Azalea's boot. Once he realised what she was doing, he finally took notice of the tiny wound.

"Oof, the beastie snipped you a good one didn't it? I can take it off your hands if you like, so you can...patch yourself up? Aren't you hurtin'?" His words at the end were tinged with slight worry but also an odd sense of confusion. Was that sap her...blood? Or did it come from something else? Sure she'd been literally blossoming into a dryad of some kind, but the first time Faygo had met her, she had been of flesh and red blood, not bark and golden sap.

Also crab, he wanted the crab.
 

Chinchia

Broom Shroom
Ymir
Location: Icewall Caves
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"That depends. How often do you discover uncharted taverns?"

"Oh all the time, the continent's riddled with them." She was almost as fond as caves as she was mountains. The two went hand in hand anyway--so dark and mysterious, with all those secrets to get lost in.

"Listen to me for a moment. We find ourselves in a cavern quite cold, a glorious story about to unfold. Now with a power akin to deceit, I'll supply us with welcome heat." He lowered his hand after he finished, tacking on at the end. "Keep in mind that the warmth my magic provides is purely psychological, it will make you feel warm but it won't influence any of the complications that might come with this extreme cold."

At least I won't feel it if my toes fall off.
She huffed, burying her nose in the protective swath of material around her neck. Hopefully it wouldn't end in such an extreme. Once they were out of the biting wind it would be easier to retain a little warmth.

"I volunteer our brave gold-ranked adventurer for the job. It would be most rude of me to steal the glory from a high ranked adventurer such as yourself."

She nodded along, still revelling in the heat his words brought. She'd been out in the snowstorm for nearly an hour already, scoping the ravine for signs of their target. Even if she'd grown up amongst snowstorms and harpies, the toasty sensation of a fireplace blanket was much appreciated.

She blinked back to attention as Leo gestured at the cave entrance. His call was appropriate. Zeno was the most offensively based of the group, and stood the best chance of surviving any sudden attacks. Okie dokie.

"Shall we go then?"
If Mazus joined them Ymir would put them in the middle, so her and Leo could make up the back. It would be the safest position for someone both new to adventuring and healing orientated. With a wide grin she started after the others as they descended into the ice, falling in step beside Leo.

"Y'know, I've actually been thinking I should make a proper expedition team. I was going to be a part of the Lantana one before... uh." She faltered for a moment, though her smile returned after a heartbeat. "But this way's more fun, right? I usually explore alone cause it's faster, though Azalea keeps telling me I need to get used to group dynamics."

She was insistent, in fact, that Ymir 'would not be moving to gold rank until she did'. Ymir's expression soured. "I guess we'll see how this one goes."

It wasn't long until the outer icy layers began to give way to intermingled rock. The battering wind became less prominent as the cavernous silence took hold. There again, ever so faintly, the echo of a cackle could be heard from the depths.

Azalea Gibraltar
Location: Guild Hall
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“I think this batch was delivered straight from the docks. Until now, I wasn’t even aware of this monster.”

Elias looked back at her with a raised brow, to which she shrugged. It was her job to know where these things came from. The cove had always given them good ingredients, so the situation was a concern on many levels.

"Only a matter of time till the food fights back. Though from what Azalea's suggesting, I doubt this isn't entirely your fault. If you're so worried about it, stick a notice on the questboard, Elias. The guildmembers would take care of it faster than you would make and plate, eh, I 'unno, sautéed mushrooms with garlic butter."

She snorted under her breath, fixing Faygo with an exasperated look. Always about the food.

“It seems like an investigation is in need of action here. If Ms. Azalea’s thinks that there could be more of this then we really need to do something here before this get out of control. Who knows how many of these are out there now.”

"They supply a great many areas," Azalea said. "There are eateries in the city, and even the..."

...palace.

Azalea stifled a sudden snicker, cackling to herself at the thought of the kingdom overrun by crustaceans. The absolute chaos it would bring. Her free hand covered her mouth as she tried to remind herself of the gravity of that problem, but it was a struggle to regain composure. "...with any luck there's only been a few of these that were caught," she managed eventually.

It would most certainly require an investigation. A known area--guildstone access. No extreme threat... copper? No, not if it's a potential artefact--"

"Oof, the beastie snipped you a good one didn't it?"


Azalea blinked out of her thoughts, taking a moment to recall as she glanced down at her shoes. Her brow rose at sight of the Effy nibbling at her leg.

"...ruined a perfectly nice pair of boots is what it did." She crouched down, waving the creature away before it did further damage. Snapping off a growth that was curled around her arm, Azalea tossed it to the omnivorous contradiction as a sign of goodwill, watching it snap up the vegetation in a flash of fangs and scales. What higher order of intelligence decided snakes and bunnies were a good match anyway?

"I can take it off your hands if you like, so you can...patch yourself up?"

"Oh." She blinked, recalling the crustacean. "...right." It had managed to score a few gauges in her arm while she'd been distracted. More coagulating sap to deal with. She stood and pulled another plant growth from her arm, deciding with some level of annoyance to put an end to the vexing struggles. The vine began to wriggle and grow as she directed it to wrap around the crab, several times, until it was nothing more than a mass of tangled greenery and waving legs and she could finally let go in good conscience.

She tossed the bundle to Faygo with the care of a late birthday present. He'd best be careful of the still snipping claw, restrained though it was in one position.

"Aren't you hurtin'?"

"...don't worry about it," she said. "The skin will grow back." Not many knew her before she came to the guild, and less knew her well. Faygo was one of the few. He was considerate enough not to pry into her appearance. In return she didn't question what made him leave the city, or where he'd gotten his... peculiar companion. "I'll class the quest as an iron. It's in a waystone accessible area so help will be available." The concern was whatever had caused the strange behaviour in the first place.

Noticing a glint in Elias's normally amicable gaze, Azalea raised a brow. He still seemed somewhat out of sorts from the incident. "...would you like to go along on this one, Elias?" He had best grasp on what they'd be facing.
 
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"Shall we go then?" Leonidas gave a small nod. "Let's see if we can avoid being turned into a human ice sculpture like these guys." He said, knocking on the clear ice wall of the cave. The statement was meant as a joke but there was a hint of seriousness present in Leonidas's voice as he quietly observed the people stuck in the cavern wall for just a moment, tapping his chest in a completely random order before falling into a comfortable walking pace.

Ymir walked beside him, a wide grin on her face. Leonidas found the fact that she seemed entirely comfortable and even excited while walking through an icy cavern towards who knows what comforting. He wasn't one to take things very seriously, going as far as cracking jokes while surrounded by frozen corpses, even so, he couldn't help but let other's moods rub off on him to a certain extent, getting more serious if his teammates were as well. Having someone like Ymir around meant he could truly be himself, not having to tone down his personality, not having to force himself to act serious about everything.

For a little while, they walked in relative silence until Ymir turned towards him. "Y'know, I've actually been thinking I should make a proper expedition team. I was going to be a part of the Lantana one before... uh." The brief and subtle change in her expression and mood didn't escape Leonidas's notice, after all, emotions were part of his expertise. He chose not to pry and simply motioned for Ymir to continue. "But this way's more fun, right? I usually explore alone cause it's faster, though Azalea keeps telling me I need to get used to group dynamics."

Leonidas thought for a moment before responding. "That certainly sounds like her, group dynamics huh..." He started. "I'm not sure about the standard or official definition for a group but then again," He continued, a grin forming on his face. "When have we ever cared about the standard way to do something? The two of us are as non-standard as they come. If you ask me, two people make for a perfectly acceptable group." He said with a laugh.

"A proper expedition team," Leonidas tapped his chin as if in thought. "That sounds like a thrilling way to spend my life. You can play the role of diligent and efficient captain and I'll be your devilishly handsome vice-captain. Count me in." He fully turned to her with a broad smile. "If you'll have me in your team that is of course, captain." He said, giving her a mock salute.

"I guess we'll see how this one goes." Leonidas nodded. "Let's go kick the ass of whatever is up there before that cackling drives me mad." He smiled before adding a final comment. "It's horribly out of tune."

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Kathlyn stood in front of the building the townsfolk had pointed her toward. She readjusted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder, the various bottles and vials inside colliding with each other with a soft clink, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Three people were currently in the guild hall, they seemed to be having a conversation. Not wanting to seem rude Kathlyn waited patiently until the conversation came to a temporary halt before speaking up.

“Uhm,” Kathlyn started, nervously pushing back a strand of blonde hair, revealing one of her slightly more pointy than ordinary ears. “Excuse me, I’m new around here, I was told to look for Azalea?” She said, wincing slightly at how loud it had come out of her mouth.

She paused momentarily before realizing something. “O-oh, I’m sorry how could I forget, my name is Kathlyn Silva.” Kathlyn seriously felt like crying. How could she forget to start off with her own name? She mentally scolded herself for messing up the easiest part of the plan of action she had gone over with her father so many times to prepare.

The woman called Azalea turned to her and asked her about the reason for her visit. Something about the calm voice of the other eased Kathlyn’s nerves as she responded. “I’m here in hopes of finding work. Let me introduce myself again, I’m Kathlyn Silva, expert and aficionado of and in all things medicine, herbs and other flora…” She trailed off, observing Azalea for just a little too long. “A-ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.” She blurted out, cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson.

To Kathlyn’s credit she managed to get over her embarrassment at record speed, continuing her introduction. “I’m also proficient at using healing magic.” She said, her hand was enveloped by a gentle green glow as she held it up as a matter of demonstration. Unsure of how to demonstrate her magic any further Kathlyn awkwardly dispelled the glow and lowered her hand.

She looked up at Azalea, the other didn't look entirely too convinced yet in her eyes so she hurriedly continued “I can also take care of various other administrative tasks, I’m used to helping my father out around his shop.”

Kathlyn left it at that, not wanting to come off as entirely desperate. She already wasn’t all too sure why she had added the statement about administrative tasks to her introduction in the first place. Sure it wasn’t a lie, she was quite good at administration and organization but that wasn’t why she had come to the guild in the first place. She had come here in hopes of becoming a guild healer, not an administrator.
 

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An undead's sensation of 'warmth' would be different to the living. That is to say, how could they even feel the seasons passing by, let alone the wind and rain that would splatter across bone and nerveless flesh. Magic, of course, magic was an easy but dismissive way to explain such things. Fortunately for Zion the memory of 'warmth' was not too far from his reach, and this was of a comforting sort; Eiru's mana had managed to snap him from his shaken stupor.

Although the enchantress could not see it, the soul trapped within his skeletal prison flared in intensity as well, like a fire being fanned. Strong and high enough that wisps of ethereal blue seemed to seep through the sockets of his skull and past crevices of his mask. The strangely intimate transferral of power lost its edge as soon as the scimitars had left his hands. Then he felt...undead once more. What a dangerously addictive buff Eiru could muster.

Zion didn't have the luxury to admire the combination of their attacks as even with new maelstorm of his enhanced weaponry piercing and purging the corpses around them, the undead continued their onslaught. Using this window of opportunity he had grabbed Eiru's wrist and dashed forward to catch up with the prince in red, and the ferrets up ahead.

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Eventually the trio came to a stop in a larger chamber, albeit as crumbled as the one they had left behind. Atleast there were no wall graves AND lingering undead here, except for...one. Zion watched his companions' heaving chests and sweat that dripped from their brow to cheek, and then remembered to let go of the enchantress' arm before slowly walking forth. He stopped at a distance from the stairs, trepidation lapping at his senses at the suspiciously inviting light of the possible exit it offered.

Instead he decided to do a whole 360 degree turn on the spot to take in the whole chamber; torches lined the walls but most were not lit. The few that were were dying cinders, the light from the stairs provided the main source of illumination. Pillars were placed strategically in the room, most likely to hold the ceiling up than just for decorum. 'Here I thought the whole fortress would be inhabited by undead.' Zion assumed to himself as he gently ran a gauntlet down one of the pillars. Stone dust caked his gloves. 'Must have nothing to guard in this particular room, then mayhaps the next one is the same.'

He eyed the ferrets that were coiled around Eiru's feet. The doubt that Tyron had earlier trickled into Zion...

"Do we pass through?"

Zion inspected the grey ash on his hands as he allowed the question to linger in the air. Although Eiru had assigned him to take point, that did not mean he was the actual leader of their little group. Besides, it sounded like it wasn't addressed to him anyway. He watched his hand suddenly darken and the battlemage tilted his head a fraction in curiosity.

Only to look up too late as something dropped down on him.

'Oh shit, anything but this.' A deadpanned message that was laced with a strange panic was slapped across the mentalspace in Eiru and Tyron. Fighting slimes were not too difficult, especially with Zion's combat calibre -- but that only applied if he wasn't INSIDE one.

The digestive acid that literally oozed everywhere was eating away at his clothes and armour. He managed to wrench his head up, he was met with a fellow skeleton; only a head remained.
 

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