Team Nippon [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] The older man frowned, studying the two with a measured gaze. “Even if I were to accept your aid,” Enli said after a few seconds. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin to solve them.” He sighed. “I said that we once worshipped the God of Knowledge, up until he left, taking much of the advancements and things of our ancestors with him. For a time after that, we nearly didn’t make it. It wasn’t until one of my more recent ancestors struck a deal with the Kyrnith did we begin to even prosper slightly again.” He paused, considering how much he should explain.” “The Kyrnith is one of the more docile Elder Beasts which live upon this land. It stalks the forest, protecting and ensuring that even in the harshest of winters bounty can be found within.” Akando interjected. “Recently, however, its turned hostile and violent towards anyone...including the animals within.” “Which is why I am hesitant to send you after it. Rather than your safety...perhaps rather, I am gripped with indecision.” Enli continued. “If I were to send hunters after it, there is a good chance they will die. No one can fight an Elder Beast and expect to live. Even if we were to succeed...then the forest will no longer be able to sustain us.” As they conversed, Misaki continued pouring over the scrolls. Many mentions of this God seemed to mostly give Misaki a general sense of this so called God. Erratic, eccentric, and a penchant for trying to experiment and discover as one perhaps, might expect as well as potentially knowing everything there is to know about the world. Past, Present, and Future. One of his most easily identifiable traits however - was something that Misaki had seen before. An silver half crescent emblem with four spikes upon the top. The same emblem on Enli’s robe and Lazhira’s arm. Curiously the notes make no mention of when exactly this God supposedly left the village, only that one day he was just gone leaving with a number of people and nearly everything that he had brought in the first place. There was however, not much more information on him aside from that. Apparently he wasn’t overly fond of worship. After that, was the history of the village up until what seemed to be several generations ago. One of the past chiefs struck a deal with the Kyrnith to ensure the village's safety, though the details seemed rather sparse - apparently there was a promise on [i]both[/i] sides, yet...the paper detailing what that promise was, however was missing. In fact, it almost looked like someone had purposefully ripped it. The Roma Mob [@ERode][@Pyromania99][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] The creature shrieked, its pitiable life ended as its torso was bisected by the force of Isidore’s furious blade. It hit the ground, black blood boiling away. Two down, three to go. He lunged forwards, his next target decided as swiftly. His feint proved effective, the creature moving to parry and use a strike of its own, but Isidore’s clever brutality proved far more effective. Blood spattered across the flower that served its face. Sparks of fire bloomed across its surface, before igniting in a display of small crackling explosions. The creature convulsed, its legs stumbling backwards as his blade drove into his neck, but the creature was already a corpse once again. Three down, two to go. The moment of respite was soon lost, however. The fifth one was making a move for his more defenseless companion. Just as well, his muscles were starting to complain a bit from exertion. It wasn’t serious, but just a small reminder that even if he couldn’t be injured, his body may fail him in other ways. Augusta quickly moved to aid the pup. Instead of a concentrated bolt of either fire or pure energy, she focused that energy in her hands, allowing it to spread...the prison lit up with another source of fire. The creature howled in pain, but Augusta’s assault was soon halted. She’d see something just out of the corner of her eye, moving too fast for her or Octavia to react too. The other one had apparently decided Isidore was too much of a threat, and was instead going for someone who looked weaker. Augusta would feel a sharp pain in her side. A tearing of flesh as the creature's blade sank deep into her side as it made to kill its quarry. Octavia growled, quickly leaping to its masters aid, the other arm and trying to wrench it off of Augusta before it could do more damage. [hider=Goddess Note: Isidore] Ability Gained: Fireblood Fire and fury runs through your veins. You have gained a small affinity for fire-type magical feats, making them easier and less taxing to perform. The effect is small, but given time and practice your skill could be unparalleled. [/hider] [@Click This][@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord] [hr] It was probably nothing. If it was something, it didn’t seem to bother with them. So the group continued down the beach, soon finding evidence of civilization. A few spear wielding men wearing light armor were seen walking around the perimeter. As they made their way into the seemingly small fishing village, it was easy to tell something had just happened that had the people a bit on edge and giving them a few wary looks. The forest was still to the east, and towards the northern end was a large house. In the center square was a large armored beast, lying dead in a pool of its own viscera. Some men were preparing to seemingly carry it off somewhere. But aside from a few odd glances, they didn’t seem unwelcome here. [@PaulHaynek] The Traveler [hr] Nick decided to make a break for it. The stone Giant tilted its body ever so slightly, eyes shifting towards him as he came around the corner of the building. Yet, if it had issues with him escaping, it quickly focused back on the plant. Perhaps it realized that was the bigger issue here. The mass of vines and foliage lashed out towards the stone behemoth. Thick, long tendrils attempting to ensnare the behemoth, thorns gripping and tightening around its stone armor. The behemoth reacted swiftly, its stone blade meeting the vines, severing it from its host as they fell to the ground, quickly wilting without a source of life. The ground under his feet split, more vines pushing through the frost laden ground. It would slow him, but not enough to halt progress. Thankfully they didn’t seem focused on him, instead ensnaring the giants feet. But the outcome of this battle? Nick wouldn’t see. Just as the ground shifted beneath him, he would be thrust forwards, crossing the threshold of the archway. And silence. The sounds of the stones moving, heaving, and the plant lashing out vanished in an instant. Soon, he would find himself standing atop a cliff. More ruins surrounded him, but behind was nothing but the sea. An obelisk with the carving of a Moon the only point he could see. South, were large mountains that pierced the skies. North, he could make out figures moving upon the beach, just about to move out of sight. East was a forest, stretching further than he could even see. His shoulder burned lightly. As he made his decision, he would notice something odd. A certain...fragrance coming from a cool breeze coming from the mountains. The smell of burnt coals and a strong, metallic scent. There didn’t seem to be anything in that direction. Or any direction, for that matter. But he was safe. The only question remained, was now where would he go? Would he wait for his former comrades? Perhaps he should rest a moment.