Team Nippon [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] Nobunaga reacted swiftly, the katana she had picked up from the ground feeling near perfect in her grip. The blade was swung with the precision and skill honed over a lifetime of battle and war. The bird made a maneuver with its beak, angling its head downwards. Was it trying to catch Nobu's blade on its beak? Regardless, the blade struck true, a loud clanking noise as the bird's beak met the blade at lethal speeds. The bird gave a muffled squawk, the force of the blow sending it flying back and plummeting to the floor. The fowl gave a pitiful, hoarse squawk as it attempted to get itself airborne, but it was far too injured. A large gash had been cleaved into it from the bottom of its neck to its groin and was already quickly bleeding out. Judging from its now cracked beak, It had indeed, attempted to block the Katana with it, but if that was its natural defense mechanism, it simply didn't seem strong enough to stand up to a blade. Seconds later it'd simply fall limp, its blood staining the floor. Novak proved similarly lucky. Arming himself with a sword and chair, he attacked the second bird. [hider=goddess note] Ancient Sword: This appears to be a simple arming sword. Well crafted, but obviously aged beyond any recognizable features. The grip on its hilt seems to have once been dyed blue, with the pommel having been engraved with a decorative crest of some sort. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. [/hider] The chair flew with surprising precision, the bird not having much time to react as the chair slammed into it. It squawked in pain as it was knocked from its perch and into a wall, the fragile chair breaking into a few pieces. It tried to scramble to its feet, momentarily stunned and giving someone a good chance to easily finish it. And here, they would be likely patting themselves on the back for slaying the monstrous fowl - only to quickly realize their victory may be short lived. The ground shook, like something heavy had been dropped on it. Again it did so at regular intervals, far too regular to be anything natural, and the thoughts of a 'guardian' the goddess mention might have surfaced. Did the cry of that bird attract it? It wasn't upon them yet, but they may need to deal with this bird unless they wanted to be discovered. The Roma Mob [@ERode][@Pyromania99][@PaulHaynek] [hr] And so Isidore set their course of action. The former mobster spun the chain in his right hand. The creature noticed him, a gurgling, sick-sounding growl escaping its withered vocal cords. In the next instant, it lunged, rather clumsily stabbing forwards with its sword on unsteady feet. Isidore's weapon flew forwards, striking the creature in its jaw and stopping it in its tracks as it was knocked backwards, the tip of the blade just barely grazing Isidore's cheek. Its grip on the blade was surprisingly tight. Almost like its muscles had been locked into place around its grip. Yet, it didn't matter. Even if he couldn't disarm it, the creature could not withstand Isidore's assault. His boot met the creatures knee in swift succession as he knocked the blade away, the sound of snapping bone as the abomination crumpled to the floor, helped by Isidore's hand forcefully slamming its face into the stone floor. His boot soon followed, relentlessly stomping on it until the thing was well and truly dead with a final gurgle. Perhaps he had done the poor thing a favor. Should someone choose too - Item received [hider=goddess note] Ancient Sword: This appears to be a simple arming sword. Well crafted, but obviously aged beyond any recognizable features. The grip on its hilt seems to have once been dyed blue, with the pommel having been engraved with a decorative crest of some sort. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. [/hider] Now that they had a moment to themselves, they could see up ahead they hallway they were in seemed to split off into several directions. At the end, an archway leading them out of this musty prison. Another hallway split off to their left, leading deeper into this complex. As well, from how things sounded, more of those creatures were in cells up ahead. Perhaps they should simply leave and not poke the hornets nest, so to speak. [hr] Team feet pics [@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord][@Click This][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] As Donovan and Malphas had a little disagreement, Leannah instead chose to pick through the scattered weapons. Thankfully nothing seemed to jump her as she did so - the Goddess did say this place was relatively safe, after all, so hopefully aside from the guardian nothing was going to be too much of a problem to them. Once she settled on a weapon for herself and something for donovan, she'd head back. Thankfully the brief scuffle didn't seem to attract any unwanted attention. If Malphas accepted the bow - Item Received: Ancient Bow [hider=Goddess Note] Ancient Bow A Recurve bow of surprisingly fine make appearing to have been made out of some unknown wood. It seems to have once been painted dark blue in color, and it seems to have once had decorative embellishments on it that have faded and eroded with time. Its string has surprisingly survived the test of time extremely well, and shows no wear or tear. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. If you find a way to make arrows, it could be a decent weapon. [/hider] If Donovan accepted the shield and warhammer - Item Received: Ancient Shield & War hammer [hider=Goddess Note] Ancient Shield - This ancient object exudes a certain feeling of knighthood and honor. Made primarily of metal and leather, you recognize it as a 'Heater Shield' as the closest analogue you are familiar with. It can easily be used for defense whilst still maintaining some form of mobility. It seemed to once have a coat of arms on it, but aside from its blue coloration its almost impossible to make out what it actually was. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. Ancient War-Hammer Roughly two feet in length, not the comically heavy looking kind in some fantasy media from your time. Rather simple in construction, its essentially a metal bar with a large elongated head on one end and a flat surface perfect for smashing armor with a pick on the opposite end for more direct strikes. Works best on armored opponents for piercing or beating into submission. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. [/hider] As for Leannah - Item received: Ancient Spear [hider=Goddess Note] Ancient Spear A spear of fine make, if somewhat mundane looking. Its shaft is made of wood, its finishing having eroded away and leaving the wood beneath visible. It is surprisingly heavy in her hands despite her strength, but perfectly balanced. The tip is fairly long, at least a foot in length of sharpened metal. A small groove runs alongside the bottom of the blade towards the tip. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be. [/hider] Now that they had armed themselves, what would they do? They still had a fourth party on the third floor. [hr] The Lonely Pixie [hr] [@1charak2] Item Received: Well-kept Journal [hider=Goddess Note] A well kept small journal barely the size of a normal human hand. Easily hidden and concealed, within its first page is a cryptic message [i]"The moon shall writhe and cry silver, the stars swallowed by an inescapable void. The blackened sky shall descend, and devour the ancient shell."[/i] Despite its age, its well preserved. Its leather is still supple and flexible, the pages crisp and still have that new book smell. As you hold it in your hands, you can feel faint energy from every page within, as though this was some sort of tome of secret magic. Perhaps it is, but even if it was you could not tell what it was. Or maybe its just a normal journal you could write in yourself. [/hider] The pixies wings strained under the weight of the book, but ultimately she was able to carry it. Thankfully it was a lightweight journal of some sort, at least seemingly. So along she went, flying out of the cell and into the hallway, careful to remain unseen by the others she had joined with. From the look of things, they seemed perfectly friendly...but since when had that ever helped Alice? She just better hope the gift the goddess gave her made those things not hostile to her. Down the corridor she moved. She was faintly aware of more noises and if she stopped to look in some cells, she would notice several more of those twisted creatures within. They seemed passive for the most part. The ones that weren't still shackled to the wall, simply huddled in corners of the cells, or were wandering aimlessly in whatever room they seemed to be in. In whatever case, she could pass them without issue, it seemed. Eventually the corridor would end, a half destroyed doorway the only thing greeting her at the end. A large metal door with large iron bars and locks had been twisted on the hinges, the door laying almost in a crumpled heap yet still connected to the hinges. The wall itself it was connected too however, seemed to have been damaged - the only sign of wear and tear even noticeable on the smooth black stone the place was made of. It was difficult to tell what had done it, the best she could tell whatever happened, happened from the other side of this room. The room itself was fairly small and circular in construction, the walls arcing upwards into a dome shaped ceiling. Taking a brief look around the room might have given her pause. In the center of the room was a large slab of rectangular stone raised roughly three feet from the ground. At its base, smooth grooves and more of those flowing carvings were etched into the stone, rising from its base to the edge of top layer. Worn leathers straps were scattered on the floor around it, with only a few still remaining attached. The rest of the room was filled with cabinets, tables, and desks upon which set many glass containers. Most were filled with seemingly unknown liquids, some having been knocked over and spilled their contents. As she entered the room properly, her nose would involuntarily scrunch in discomfort. The room smelled an unpleasant mix of rancid and chemicals. The only source of light and ventilation was a few windows about halfway up, smaller than any human could get through but just the right size for a pixie to escape through - likely her only choice of exit. There didn't seem to be anything of too much importance here, but maybe a brief look around the room might reveal something of note.