Team Nippon [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] The bird continued to observe the three humans, making a few low pitched squawks as it tilted its head. It seemed curious, but also wary. Perhaps like someone that hadn't seen something before. Another bird from the flock outside flew in, taking up position on an overturned chair. It joined the other in its curious staring, squawking a bit louder at the three humans. The staring and watching would only continue for a few more moments before the bird perched on the chair tilted its head back, a small fleshy sack that was barely noticeable under its beak filled with air. In the next, it opened its beak, a loud, shrill, screechinglike noise followed! Enough to temporarily deafen the humans even! The first bird flapped its wings, making another shrill call as it lunged for Nobbu, which happened to be closest to it. Its sharp, silver beak aimed at her face! Thankfully it seemed the rest of the flock had spooked itself and had taken to the skies, likely to roost somewhere and leaving only these two birds to deal with. The Roma Mob [@ERode][@Pyromania99][@PaulHaynek] [hr] [hider=Goddess Note][quote=Goddess Note] [b]Name:[/b] Nicholas [b]Race:[/b] Homunculus A being created artificially with high-level alchemy. Functionally similar to a human. This one is well crafted and something only a master at their craft would be able to create. [b]Physical Attributes:[/b] Similar to you [b]Magic Attributes:[/b] Similar to you [b]Weakness:[/b] N/A [b]Abilities: [/b] [i]Starlit Path:[/i] This being has a special connection to the stars which allows them a limited clairvoyant ability. May only be used at night under the stars. Additionally, gives him a sixth sense for danger. [b]Special attributes:[/b] Traveler from another World This mans name is Nicholas. Like you, he is a traveler from another world chosen by the Goddess. His overall abilities are comparable to yours. He is nervous. Like yours, his body seems to be naturally conductive to Magical feats. Like yours, his body has been strengthened through some unknown means. He is in peak physical condition. No status abnormalities. He seeks home, wherever it may be. [/quote] [/hider] Augusta and Isidore were soon joined by Nicholas. Like them, he too seemed to be chosen by the Goddess. It might have been prudent to get to know each other a bit more, after all, knowing ones allies and abilities would make easier to coordinate. Perhaps Isidore was right, though. The goddess did warn them about a Guardian of some sort, and it seemed to be quite close to them even if it had been heading away. So deeper into this supposed prison they went, passing by the newcomer without much words other than that they were leaving. Indeed, the assumption that this was a prison was growing more likely as soon as they exited. A long, darkly lit corridor made of the same black stone stretched both left and right. Cells similar to the one they had been in, though they seemed to lack the double room like theirs had, lined the wall. Most of the cells and been left open, their iron bars either just gone or seemingly torn out of place and scattered on the floor not far away. Some even disconcertingly had the bars [i]ripped apart[/i] like something had broken out through brute force. But whatever happened here happened ages ago, so there was likely no need to worry too much...right? At least it seemed their warden was no where around for the moment, yet as they moved into the corridor, they would hear something else. A low, gurgling growl like noise, the shuffling of feet on stone. Metal dragging against stone. Its source soon came into view - a pale, misshapen humanoid that looked more at home in a morgue than a prison. Its eyes were sunken into its head, if one could even call them eyes. Small black specs that seemed atrophied from lack of use. Its ears were little more than holes in its head, and its mouth looked like it could barely open. Its limbs were long, its bones seemingly ill fitting for its body causing them to protrude from the flesh at the joints. Its movements were either slow and careful, or quick and jittery. In its misshapen hand, its fingernails having grown into something resembling claws more than anything, was grasped a sword. It didn't seem to have seen them yet, as it shuffled into the hallway. Was it even capable of seeing? [hider=Goddess Note][quote=Goddess Note] [b]Classification:[/b] Wretched experiment A Wretched being made from quite horrific magical and technological experiments. [b]Physical Attributes:[/b] Weaker than you [b]Magic Attributes:[/b] N/A [b]Weakness:[/b] Burns easily Sensitive to light Sensitive to loud noises [b]Abilities: [/b] N/A [b]Special attributes:[/b] Cursed by the Moon - This being earned the Moon's Ire. Cursed with madness. A wretched being. A failure of an experiment. Weak individually, but dangerous in a group. Has a tendency to lunge quickly towards opponents with surprisingly agility to try and incapacitate them. [/quote] [/hider] A low rumbling could be felt somewhere nearby, but it didn't seem focused on them... [hr] Team feet pics [@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord][@malmshodes][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] As the cat girl practiced, she'd find her body surprisingly responsive. Better than even it had in her old life. A punch there. A kick. She felt light, invigorated, like she could even match the best of the pros back home without thought. It was only light practice, and even if it felt right something still just didn't 'click' right. Her body was moving well, and it was responsive enough, but really, what could practice against air achieve? Once she was done, she moved towards the weapons near the door. A cold gust of air caused the door to creak and whine impertinently as she approached. Spears, swords, battle axes, even a katana or two and some shields. A bow or two, as well. Rather than placed in any careful manner, it seemed whoever had owned them had just dropped the implements on the ground. No armor, however. Odd. Perhaps whoever dropped the weapons left wearing it. ...suddenly her ears picked up something - or rather, the lack of something. Where there had been the muted sound of stone grinding against stone far away, it had stopped. Malphas' 'spell', if one could call it that worked well. It seemed as though the magical arts around him flowed naturally at his command. Through his fingertips, words, his entire being seemed to be naturally fit for this sort of thing. Yet, he could not control it perfectly as he himself was now. More energy than he could grasp kept flowing into the spell, creating brighter and brighter light. Small incredibly bright orbs of light appeared, floating in the air around Malphas to begin with. They seemed harmless enough, shining brighter and brighter. Did they have some sort of secondary effect? They wouldn't get to find out. Before his light could spread, Donovan tossed his coat over Malphas, the other humanoid's spell getting dimmed by the distraction and leaving only the interior of the coat shining like someone had set off a flashbang inside of it and leaving Malphas temporarily blinded. Leannah's ears picked up something else. The stone was moving again, but thankfully not towards them. She couldn't pinpoint its location or where it was heading, but a loud screeching noise that even Malphas and Donovan could hear was likely where it was heading. [hr] The Lonely Pixie [hr] [@1charak2] Finding a good sized, sharp glass shard was easy enough. The leather the book made of was thin, and the lock itself was easy enough to cut around. The glass shard cut into the leather, its sharp, but rough edge slicing through the leather with relative ease. Despite the books age, it seemed in almost pristine condition looking at it. As the pixie did so, she'd feel something off about the book - a faint energy coming from the book itself. It wasn't very noticeable and she couldn't do anything with it, but it was definitely there. Some sort of latent energy in the pages themselves? Regardless, the leather around the lock was soon cut away. Immediately upon the first page she was met with something she likely didn't quite understand. It was written in neat, cursive handwriting that she could surprisingly read with ease. [i][center]"The moon shall writhe and cry silver, the stars swallowed by an inescapable void. The blackened sky shall descend, and devour the ancient shell."[/center][/i] A bunch of gibberish? A prophecy or riddle? It was difficult to really say. Yet, nothing else followed. She'd have to flip to nearly the end of the book before finding anything else that was written. [i]"Perhaps they learned from their last failure. They decided to lock me up in an outpost where they keep the rejects instead of in the heart of the research labs. It'll make no difference, I have the Tear of the Heavens from that old demon and with it, I can set things right. The Shadow Elves, the mountain folk, and that ancient death-bringer and her maids have agreed to the plan. Getting in their good graces have finally paid off after so, so, long. I just need to hurry to her before they finish and send this place to the-"[/i] The words ended abruptly. Was the writer interrupted? On the next page there was what could only have been some sort of map. A circle around what seemed to be a peninsula of some sort. Following the coast up, there was an 'X' on a small island in the far north, just off the northwest coast of some landmass. Another one was situated shortly to the south, just across the sea from the circled peninsula. A third was extremely far south, situated near a lake. What could this mean, exactly? A map? But she had no real way of judging where any of these places were, let alone how accurate it even was. She'd become aware of the fact the cell seemed empty, now. The people inhabiting it having moved further into the complex. So what would she do now? She got the distinct feeling that this journal of some sort might be hiding more secrets, but if it was it wasn't sharing them yet. The pages after the map were blank. Maybe she'd need to learn what exactly sort of enchantments were on this book before it'd share more.