[@Xaltwind][@Guess Who]
[hider=The Mountain Village]
Rodias was visibly trembling as Kath seemed more and more inclined to go berserk. Admittedly, he could probably take her on, but...he wasn’t quite sure that he was composed enough to handle a dragon screaming bloody murder at him. Not to mention the fact that Rodias, as a partially undead class, was weak to fire. It wasn’t an impossible fight to win given their extreme level gap, but...Dragons were scary.

A wave of relief washed over Rodias as he saw Kath compose herself, his internal voice cheering her on from within his mind. [b][i]”Nice, Kath! A few books isn’t worth losing your cool ove-”[/i][/b] he would think, just before Kath ran off to seal herself into the vault...and that’s when he did his best to remain composed himself as a certain shade covered his eyes, a pang of guilt ringing through his gut as he silently and ashamedly listened to Kath shake the very foundation of the Chateau, his face entering the palms of his hands as he groaned quietly. He...really...really messed up. And he genuinely felt remorse for it.

When Kath returned, he hurriedly righted his stance, having forgotten that Ashara was right there with him. [color=f7976a][b]”That’s correct…”[/b][/color] Rodias stated, feeling bad about pushing the issue off onto Chuunitrixx...but...it was her fault, in the end. Ashara would give her report, the details of which clearly pleased the Sable Lord. He would accept the Amberlyte, and rather hesitantly accept the coins that had been held between Ashara’s...assets. He supposed it was alright, since they were shielded by the leather bag but...wait, shielded from what!? He wasn’t some shut-in loser now...Rodias could touch all the boob-coins he pleased now! Storing that...incredibly strange mental revelation for later, he would inspect the coins intimately, along with the Amberlyte as Ashara caught his attention once more. Freezing and looking at Ashara as she mentioned someone of equal power stalking them, Rodias couldn’t help but bite the nail of his thumb as he considered the consequences of that...so it was true, that here they weren’t anything special in the food chain. Mars was exceptional as she had said, but this figure was on par with a Chapter Keeper...maybe they were another player from YGGDRASIL? 

Once Ashara concluded her report, Rodias would remember himself and stand, smiling. [color=f7976a][b]”Do not feel bad, Ashara. Knowing the country’s name matters little, in the grand scheme of things. But, this town does interest me...especially since their lord seems despised. Perhaps...someone ought to take his place. As for the stronger figure...we can’t rule them out as being hostile, but at the same time, it seems unlikely for them to be. Otherwise, they would have tried to attack Kath, or you. Going off of that...I am glad that both of you are safe. Please, let me know if you ever see that person again. I have a feeling they could be useful. This...Mars, was it?”[/b][/color] Rodias said, pacing around Kath and Ashara as he spoke, appreciating the coins and ore that had been brought to him. Gingerly tossing the ore piece up and down, Rodias would say: [color=f7976a][b]”He sounds like a person worth keeping track of. If possible, I’d like to bring that village under our control. This ore, regardless of use to us, must be of worth in this world. If we’re going to be stuck here, we need capital...and freeing the people from their negligent, greedy lord sounds like sufficient reason to endear ourselves. But for now, thank you both for your service to Gothika.”[/b][/color] 

Bowing his head with a satisfied smile, Rodias would begin to take his leave, feeling that he should drop the Amberlyte off for Graft to analyze. If peasant miners and smiths could work it, then its likely that mass-producing goods would be a cinch with such materials. With the newly activated COIN, he could simply assign a drone to take it to Graft’s floor, leaving the Sable Lord to enter his throne room...and promptly begin shivering in terror at the prospect of how close Kath and Ashara may have just come to losing their lives. 

The Sable Lord was afraid...not for loss of himself, but for how dangerous he’d realized that this world really was, for someone of equal power to a Chapter Keeper to just...approach without notice and leave just as easily. He would quickly shake his fears however with a cup of coffee...all before Socrates would arrive to ask for his aid.  
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[@DracoLunaris]
[hider=Hunting for Answers]
Zouyu gasped, looking actually a bit afraid of pissing off the trapper team. [color=fff79a][b]”E-Eh? I-I was only...I’m sorry!”[/b][/color] he would hurriedly say, bowing fervently, the continual motion making the weretiger dizzy. He also couldn’t help the slight tinge of pink to his cheeks, enjoying being praised by a higher leveled member of the Chateau. He’d exhausted all of his MP with that stunt, which was mostly since he had prepared a Triple Maximize Magic via Silent Spell, wanting to try and make it more impressive, but he was still glad to be praised.

Once the beast was under Kaldorna’s spell, Zouyu would release the cage, and, at the prospect of riding the great woolie beast, Zouyu literally jumped at the opportunity to do so. Climbing atop and situating his legs, which was an easy feat given that he could lie on the flat of the beast’s back without worry of falling off, Zouyu urged it on, lying on his stomach and gently scratching behind the beast’s ears. [color=fff79a][b]”Good biggie~! We’re gonna take you home, settle you into Kaldorna’s Pens, and you’re gonna make Rodias happy!”[/b][/color]

Once Kaldorna rode up beside him, Zouyu would grin, excitedly saying: [color=fff79a][b]”It was a lot of fun, Kaldorna! If I didn’t have to tend to the garden so much, I’d ask to stick around as a hunter full time. Ehehe...Rodias is going to be real proud. Your hunters probably rounded up a ton of those Gorgonbulls, and we’ve got this big thing as a trophy! Its too bad that the other Sable Lords aren’t still here...I bet Sun200 would be impressed that you all captured this big thing. I wonder...if...Yaoishi…prou...of’me...”[/b][/color] Zouyu’s speech suddenly slowed and quieted, the ever familiar scent of blood filling Kaldorna’s nose as Zouyu’s grip fell slack, the weretiger falling off of the mammoth straight to the earth, blood trickling from his nose, and his entire form appearing limp. 

...Something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t dead, but something had clearly gone wrong enough to have ill side-effects upon him. 
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[@Archmage MC][@Rockin Strings]
[hider=Hunting for Inspiration]
The whip proved quite effective for Gromgard’s methods, but not quite good enough to give information worthy of being set free. Cries of mercy, of pleas to tell Gromgard everything only to be followed by them questioning him why he was doing it...frankly, it was the standard fare, torturing fools. Thankfully, mortality wasn’t exactly a limitation to torture given the existence of low level healing potions, and basic healing spells. Put simply, Gromgard could have gone for days on end.

And then Light arrived, doing the job of breaking a man over days in the course of a dozen minutes. Pain was effective to break men, but madness itself was always primed to split a man into many facets of himself, myriad reflections of foolishness and genius that each fought tooth and nail to screech out. That and, boobs. She had boobs. Admittedly, while the two not busy getting bosom-smooshed by Light thought that she might be an angel, the eventual shrieking and mad frothing at the mouth their companion convinced them she was the opposite. 

They’d tell her any inane detail she’d desire, from explaining that they have three seasons, similar in description to Summer, Fall, and Winter, forty day months that culminated in 14 month years, with minutes and seconds seeming to be roughly the same in terms of measurement. Flavors were sweet, meaty, and [b]”AHAHAHAHAHAHA”[/b], but that wasn’t a real answer, so that one got another lashing. They could definitely have fun in the same room, so long as Gromgard remembered that the voices in his head begging for him to free the goblins from their skinsuits was just imaginary. 
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[@Lucius Cypher]
[hider=Song of the Forest]
At Bone Daddy’s investigation of the surrounding area for the source of the song, he would come to find that, strangely, a sort of grass was growing near where blood had been spilt upon earth, long, white grass with thin tubes whistling softly in the wind in a way that defied explanation. It was as if a master of a woodwind instrument had blessed the ground beneath him to sing. The plant stretched towards the moonlight overhead, curling a bit as the winds buffeted them. 

This new world was full of both mystery and beauty in equal parts, and, perhaps for the first time, Bone Daddy would feel the actual freedom of his newfound existence in the New World. ...Or not. Up to him.
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[@Xaltwind][@Stern Algorithm]
[hider=Valkyrie Code: V]
Were it possible to look more nonplussed, Rodias wouldn’t know as his brow furrowed at the accusation of sexual harassment, his hands hurriedly withdrawing from Isolde on instinct. [color=f7976a][b]”I...Don’t even know how to answer that. But, its as Salem said. Of the Sable Lords, I’m the last one present within the Chateau. The situation is...complicated, to say the least,”[/b][/color] Rodias would say as he looked towards the numerous ESPERs, standing and giving Isolde plenty of space with which to exit her casket.

Standing at his full height of almost seven feet, Rodias felt...comically large. Perhaps its because he was. Or Isolde was just...short. Salem was short as well, but he was a child...or at least had the body of one. Dizzyingly considering how nightmarish attempting to enter doors built for ordinary people in this world, Rodias would stand before his two shorter companions and clear his throat. [color=f7976a][b]”I would never stoop so low as to sully a woman’s virginity in her sleep...Despite what you may think, I was just trying to help you out of your casket. After some...difficulty inputting the password, I managed to reactivate you and your floor.”[/b][/color]
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[@Enkryption]
[hider=Establishing Territory]
While Chuunitrixx was occupied with expanding her territory, as well as playing Bachelorette with facsimiles of the Chateau's denizens, her mimics were hard at work expanding. The Epsilon Mimics soon found themselves encountering steep walls that had to be surpassed to realize their master's dream; Armies of men that marched uniformly, well equipped with shining spears and armor. And, judging from the uniformity of their equipment and proximity...the nation to the south had a gargantuan army. 

This was far more than fifty mimics could handle. Judging from the "aura" given off by the collective group, it wouldn't be far off to estimate each individual low ranking soldier as being around level 20. While not an unbeatable level, the sheer numbers advantage meant that the mimics attempting to fight would almost certainly die, either during battle or from sustaining injuries. Without reinforcements, it was suicide to fight head on.

Delta and Beta's flattening of their areas was one of diligence and elbow grease, while Gamma would find growing amidst the cold a frightfully difficult task. Seeds planted were quickly eaten by frost-flying birds, and the gargantuan woolly beasts that Kaldorna had successfully managed to best were proving to be troublesome to the mimics, only capable of being felled when they hunted in large numbers. Gamma and Beta would certainly prove the most difficult to expand from...albeit, starting a war down south might draw the Ire of Rodias. In ways that might actually force his hand against Chuunitrixx.
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