Team Nippon [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] Novak reacted swiftly, dashing to Nobunaga’s aid with his blade bared. With skill more than a novice, yet less than a practiced hand would have, he thrust the blade forward towards the creature's neck. The blade dug into tough hide, enough to pierce its neck. It hissed, losing focus on its first target as its head rammed into Novak’s abdomen, knocking the wind completely out of him. His blow was effective, however, and Nobunaga would end the beasts life swiftly with a expertly thrust sword towards the creatures side. Her Katana dug once more into the creatures unarmored abdomen, and what followed was a complete disembowelment. Blood and guts seeped from the wound, a pitiful cry as the creature staggered backwards from the wound. With an exhalation, the creature fell onto its unwounded side. There was an audible exhalation of relief from the gathered hunters. “Aahahah!” The large hunter that had approached Nobunaga earlier laughed heartily as the beast fell. “You’ve got skills, outsiders.” He walked back over, now that the immediate danger was gone, perhaps now would be a good time to get to know this particular man better - he seemed to have some leadership here. “Don’t stand there and gawk, clean up! Bring this to Bolcha and have him butcher it.” He cast a glance over to Misaki and Lazhira as the men started shouting and organizing who was going to be doing what. The latter, of which, quickly ducked slightly behind the former. “Eh? Really? You’d want to help?” Lazhira grinned. “Ehe, I knew you were the helpful sort. Um, I have to make myself scarce for a bit. The Kadisht - er, the chief of sorts is probably gonna be coming here anyways. I’ll come find you guys later.” Before Misaki could stop her, she was gone, sprinting off in the direction of the eastern side of the village towards the forest, before she lost sight of the girl after she disappeared behind some houses. “I hope that one didn’t cause you any trouble, travelers. She can be a bit headstrong and childish, but she’s a good kid. I’m Akando. A sort of leader for the hunters, here in Dawn. If your not too busy, I insist you come to meet Enli” The Roma Mob [@ERode][@Pyromania99][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] The group cautiously approached, Donovan bringing up the rear and making sure not to get too close to the plant. As he gazed at it, something began nagging at him. The feeling of that strike before, the obviously divine power. As he gazed at the flower, he didn’t feel as though he himself was in danger. In fact, he felt comforted, safe. [@Guy0fV4lor] [hider=Goddess Note] Ability gained: Whispers of a Nameless God You have made contact with a currently nameless God. You know little about them, save for the iconography of the Serpent and Star. The only thing you know, is that when you invoke its abilities you sense an ageless, unfathomable, yet comforting and fleeting presence. Underneath however, lies an ancient, furious anger silently watching and judging you. Whatever the case, you seem to be able to channel small divine miracles related to purification with some effort. [/hider] Upon Isidore’s approach, Octavia tilted its head curiously, not leaving the smaller flowers side. The larger flower was at first silent upon Isidore’s approach. It was a simple plant after all, so how could it communicate with humans? It had no mouth, and unless they were infected in some manner, it could not commune. Yet, perhaps it could make use of those thralls. One of the creatures that had stumbled too close was suddenly ensnared by vines, violently dragged towards the group, until it reached the well of tar, where it was unceremoniously dragged into. The tar splashed and bubbled, the roots and vines holding the creature under its surface as it struggled until it ceased moving. The vines jerked upwards, pulling the creature back to the surface and dropping it not far away from Isidore. It jerked back to its feet, unmoving after. “Reeeee-biiirth.” It wheezed, a voice befitting a corpse. “Huuunger...one...spoke. Freedom.” It wasn’t exactly speaking with the grace of a master writer. Was it speaking of what it wanted? Hunger, rebirth, freedom? Augusta’s eye would suddenly relay something else. She almost swore she could hear an annoying little voice with it. [hider=Goddess note] [i][color=6ecff6]Hey, listen! Remember what I said about not getting involved? Well, truthfully, I'm glad you did. It's going to be much more interesting watching you deal with this thing. Try to make it extra entertaining, will you? Ta-ta and don't diiiie~[/color][/i] [/hider] “...not let it...die...seed...done...” The thing continued. “Wilting, rotting...dying...green, fields...liiiiiife. Know...way out.” [hr] [@Click This][@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord] [hr] Leannah leaped, drawing upon whatever inner power she could muster. A well of intense heat filled her body, radiating outwards from her chest. It took only a moment to build to a crescendo, unable to be contained within her body. There was a flash of light, a jet of fire propelling her forwards from the giant, its hand barely just missed grabbing her. She however, didn’t have much control over her current leap. A solar powered cat-girl zoomed past Narkissa, past the exit and slammed into a pile of snow somewhere just behind Malphas, the snow quickly melting into a puddle from the lingering heat. Soon whatever she had done would die down, leaving Leannah just feeling dazed and exhausted. A quick look around would reveal the same sight Nobunaga and the others saw upon leaving the area. The ruins were gone, replaced with nothing but rubble upon a cliff. A large black obelisk with a moon carved in its top. South, impossibly large mountains pierced the heavens just across a bay. North, the beach extended far, with east being a dense, vast forest and east holding nothing but the gentle caress of the ocean. The sun just was starting its slow descent across the sky, having just passed noon. [@PaulHaynek] The Traveler [hr] Nick quickly ducked down, the plant blade just barely shaving a few centimeters of hair off the top of his head. In turn, he struck out with his own blade, albeit in a somewhat clumsy manner. Yet, luck seemed to be on his side. The edge of the blade sunk into the creatures abdomen, back blood spewing from the wound as it stumbled backwards giving Nick precious time to make a mad dash for the exit. The creatures, however, seemed vastly more dangerous than the ones he had previously encountered. He managed to evade two of the ones who were just waking up, but the moment would be short lived. A loud growl, a creature leaped from his left, cutting him off and one of its blades barely grazing his side. One between him and the exit, and a group of at least five, likely more, waking up behind him. His situation was not looking good.