Skill Seeker [hr] [@Crimson Paladin][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “I agree. Allowing the god to have it seems...detrimental.” Enli would say with a nod of agreement. As the two before him declared their readiness, it seemed Enli would hesitate for only a few seconds as though he wished to say something else, but would quickly simply declare his own readiness. “Very well, let us be off. It would do well to get this over with. I’ll allow you two to lead, then.” The elder would then leave, and assuming Novak or Nobunaga neither had anything else to add, they would leave the village for the small shrine where they had met the Kyrnith the previous day. It would be a relatively peaceful trek. Enli, despite being on the older side was keeping up fairly easily. Along the way, a number of blue furred deer would bolt off into the forest at their approach, running from the humans that were intruding upon their territory, until eventually the familiar sight of the somber, peaceful grove would come into view...whereupon the altar would be laying the deer, tall and imposing having already been waiting for the three to arrive. Upon their approach, he would stand, the other blue furred deer around him, startled by the approach of the humans would flee further in, just past the treeline and watch them with curiosity. “So you have arrived.” It would speak. “I must say, I did not think you would actually come. It has...been long, since the leader of Dawn and I have spoken.” “You...you are the Kyrnith.” “Indeed, I am. Now then, leader of Dawn. Speak the reason for your arrival.” “O, great Kyrnith.” Enli would begin, bowing and showing a manner of sincerity. “It...has been brought to my attention that those who worship the God known as the Illuminator seek to...unleash some sort of calamity upon this forest and village. I wish to both mend relations between our humble village so we may hunt and gather freely in this forest again without earning your ire, as well as learn to discuss a way to perhaps resolve this issue peacefully.” “...your words are noble, Elder, and I hear sincerity and truth in your words. Yet, to truly break worshippers such as those who follow that witless god, requires more than simple persuasion. The outsider here though, has a rather intriguing idea, that may perhaps, benefit us both in that regard.” The deer would turn to look towards Nobunaga. “Speak your idea, traveler, and tell us how you see an Elder Beast such as myself, teaching these villagers and usurping the title of a god.” He would turn to Novak. “...if you could, watch the grove to ensure the wind does not carry our words to those who do not deserve it would be welcome.” “I-I see. I do not believe I heard the entire details of this plan, yet.” Enli would remark, seeming a bit flustered by the beasts manner of speaking. Plant hunting [@PKMNB0Y] [hr] The two wolves would snarl and bark, coming to a standstill as Misaki would take a threatening posture. They were animals, after all, and body language should definitely be taken into account when they were hunting. A thing that clearly looked threatening, and something that certainly looked like it wouldn’t hesitate to strike back was something most animals could be cautious of. Unfortunately, the wolves didn’t seem intent on letting their meal get away. One would make an attempt to leap towards Misaki, aiming to knock her over and both injure and disctrat her while the second had managed to circle around towards the foal, making a leap towards it...who would immediately give a shrill call and make an attempt to avoid the wolf by diving to the side, narrowly escaping the wolves claws and teeth, but stumbling over its own legs as it would unsteadily balance itself, already being a bit exhausted from already having been running from the predators while the wolf would quickly get back to its feet. A little secret [@Click This] [hr] “Well...nothing special really?” Lazhira would chuckle nervously. “I can...mess with memories, a bit, I guess as well as uhm, give people ‘inspiration’? If that makes sense? I don’t really like doing either. Aside from that I can give someone a reaaaally nasty headache. That uhm, ball of light I have is sort of the expression of that. I can use it more physically, too, like I did with the slimes a bit I...may have used that sort of thing to erm, make people forget I’ve been here awhile.” Lazhira would sheepishly grin. Feeling a bit more comfortable since Narkissa didn’t react badly, Lazhira would cross her legs as she’d sit, becoming a bit less nervous. “But uhm, thanks...its fine. It happened awhile ago.” She’d bringup her hand, gazing at the mark on her wrist as she’d continue. “I don’t know.” Lazhira would say with a sigh. “Opening it’s definitely not a good idea, and if we destroy it, then that means no one would be able to...or learn how to again, wouldn’t it? The temple was just an extension of his abilities - he can sort of...warp reality, to make memories and other things real? Somewhat. It was probably something that exists somewhere in his divine realm, and he just shoved it here as a way to make sure we didn’t stumble on where the actual cultists are. Or maybe its another place that exists somewhere in the world? He just removed it, and it’s been there for so long people just assumed that’s always been there.” Of course, what Narkissa was saying made sense...but at the same time, she didn’t think that was the best. “But if he just gets one then he gets what he wants anyways-” She’d assert, shaking her head, but their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a ballistic catgirl. “Wah?! Leannah!?” Lazhira would shout, surprised at her rather sudden appearance. “Oh, you’re okay! You’ve been gone for almost an entire day...jeez. You look kinda like you’ve been through a lot. What happened?” She’d hop up from her seat, running over to Leannah so she could offer assistance if needed. A Traveler [@PaulHaynek] [hr] The objectively large woman would listen to Nick as he spoke, though it seemed like she might have trouble keeping her attention on a single thing at a time. She’d take a moment to inspect her equipment and the rest of the little camp she had made out here in the snowfield as he’d inform her of where he had come from and where he was going. “The mountain people, huh. Dunno why you’d be lookin’ for them. They’re not super friendly to humans...well, the dwarves are nice enough I guess. We had ‘em build some stuff for us once.” She’d comment, taking out her blade and cleaning it with a cloth. Bits of the giants blood still seemed to have been on it from earlier. Upon hearing about the village with the undead, though, she’d immediately perk up, eyes going wide while an eager grin would form on her face. “Wah! Yea! Undead! That place!” She’d say nearly knocking Nicholas over as she’d run over. “Rheane asked me to come look into it. Something about undead and stuff!” She’d nervously chuckle, standing back up straight as she’d sheathe her sword. “Uh...I should have already been there but uh, there was a snowstorm and I got turned around...Oh! Right my name! Elisette.” Elisette didn’t seem like she was very put together except maybe when it came to fighting things. “So uh, if you’ve been there before that’d be great if you could help me. Don’t worry, I’ll keep that cute little face of yours safe from any other scary giants. Or wolves. Or Bears. Or a giant flying snow scorpion.” It seemed like a simple enough request, which meant Nicholas would have to help her find this village. With his gift, it likely wouldn’t be too difficult. It seemed it was pushing him to find this village too, what with that little vision he had while he was unconscious. Elisette was already putting out the fire and putting away the small bits of equipment she had set up. Mostly what seemed to be the structure of a small lean-to that she had start putting together at some point. All he’d need to do is somehow focus on this ability of his, and see where it would take him. Or he could refuse, but then he’d probably make her cry. The Roma Mob [@Pyromania99] [hr] If it was her intention to find the Prince, Nesherit would be easily found. He had been assigned to help guide them, after all, and asking a few servants would quickly point Augusta in the right direction. He’d be found in what seemed to be a large balcony up some ways within the palace, overlooking the town below. She’d be greeted with quite a sight, of the prince practicing what was clearly some form of martial arts, elegant and flowing as he’d perform a number of quick jabs, punches, and kicks, a few acrobatic twirls and movements. This performance would end quickly with red colored energy enveloping the princes’ hand, crackling of electricity heard as he would make a quick jab forward...and a dazzling display as the energy would pulse through the air, flowing until it dissipated like ripples through water...and then he’d notice Augusta. “...oh...uh, hi. What are you doing here?” He’d ask, a bit uncertain. [Hider=Goddess Note] Name: Nesherit Vasserassa Race: Shadow Elf Physical Attributes: Stronger than you Magic Attributes: Similar to you Weakness: The Shadow Elves', unlike their above ground dwelling cousins, possess a far greater capacity for magic and they do possess somewhat of an aversion to holy magics due to demonic influence in their histories. They also tend to lack great physical strength or stamina. This one seems to possess greater physical attributes than that of the rest of his race. Abilities: Soul-Weaver (Martial Aspect) A magical trait unique to Shadow Elves, taught by the demon which took their wandering tribe in during the Moonless Era. Allows them to manipulate their souls...and the souls of others. Some consider this one of the greatest Taboos. Only the Goddess of Death has any perceived right to manipulate another’s soul. The Prince has learned a more physical display of this skill, in line with a lesser known teaching passed down since the Moonless Era. Allows much more direct and powerful effects upon the soul of something, so long as contact is maintained. Special attributes: One of the subterranean Shadow Elves, the youngest of the elves and often enigmatic people of Gloomhollow. Friendly to all but their cousins the Sirithen due to many years of conflict and a difference in beliefs. His name is Nesherit, Prince of Gloomhollow. He is wary. He is curious. [/hider] [@ERode] [hr] It’d be easy enough to find his way back to the notably dwarvish tavern. It was as lively as always, and finding Rael was similarly easy. She was pouting at the counter, a familiar dwarf sitting next to her as she’d angrily be sipping on what seemed to be some non-alcoholic fruit juice of some nature. “Your a stone-singer!” “Only cuz my grandad was one.” She’d reply to Otti, who’d be laughing jovially. “Ah, can’t say I’d ever imagine a dwarf doin’ it with a shadow elf of all things! But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He’d chuckle, patting the girl on the back. “That’s a right powerful tool you go there girl, you should come to the dwarvin tunnels and learn to use it properly.” “I am not singing my enemies to death, thank you. I’m gonna blast ‘em to bits.” Raelzeth would assert confidently, before seemingly deflating again. “...if Rullphana doesn’t turn me into a cave toad for losing that...” “Ah, don’t worry girl! Stone-singing can be used with magic, martial mastery...anything, really! All it takes is focus and a voice as strong as the mountains!” He’d turn in his seat, having heard someone enter, face lighting up with excitement as he’d spot Isidore. “Ah, would ye look at that? Back for another round human? Or you here for the lass that looks like she’s about to have to go off and face their mom after breaking an expensive vase?” “Shut up you dumb dwarf.” Raezel muttered, though was looking at Isidore with clearly some amount of hope. [hr] Send Feet Pics [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “Perfume?” Mie would say with a chuckle. “Sorry, you’ll have to pay for that. Stuff is expensive, especially the exotic stuff I got from other places I can sell for a fortune back in Chagawa, Nomura.” She would say, making sure to use his alias. “Go on. Get to work. I’m not paying you to stand around and look pretty. I’m the only one that can do that.” Nomura would easily be able to find the Oni that was guarding the package to be delivered. A brief exchange and he’d give it to Malphas, the bottle surprisingly small given how much she implied it would have cost. In any case, he’d soon find himself arriving in Enli’s longhouse...but no sign of Enli. Judging from the words of a few hunters nearby, he’d have just missed him - having gone to apparently meet with the Kyrnith. Instead, to meet him, was the craftsman he had met earlier. Bolcha was standing off to the side of the main firepit, leaning against the wall, eyeing the masked Malphas with some suspicion. Perhaps it was a good thing he had yet to meet the elder, all things considered. “You from Mie’s group?” He’d ask, noting the odd mask and the clearly foreign bottle of wine. “Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘fore. You need Enli, he’s left with some others to meet with the Kyrnith.” He’d note that the craftsman was carrying both a well crafted dagger at his side, and a spear was leaning nearby. He seemed suspicious of Nomura. “If that’s a delivery, just leave it here I’ll put it up.” ...huh, that black fox from earlier that was hanging around Mie and that had stolen that fish was currently sneaking around back, coming out of the kitchen as it’d eye Malphas, or perhaps, more specifically, the bottle of alcohol, and run off to another room in the longhouse. [hr] The Builder [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] Donovan would have spent the night in Enli’s house, the older gentleman being as welcoming as always. The news he bought though, was something short of astonishing for the older man as the builder would present his evidence. They were...attempting to kill him, and not only that, also enrage the Kyrnith and pin his death, on him? What would they even gain from that, aside from causing chaos? Enli didn’t get much sleep that night, focusing on the matter at hand. He’d need to make sure this deal went through, didn’t he? The rest of the night would have passed fairly uneventfully for Donovan, the pain from his wrist slowly subsiding as the day went on. The next morning, he’d be woken up early by Akando. The younger man seemed at least, eager to prove for certain whether or not this was going to prove without a doubt the rest of the hunters planned on causing harm to the village, or danger otherwise. After a brief discussion, he’d have informed Bolcha of what was going on, and the stout older craftsman readily agreed that if the life of his friend was in even potential danger, then he’d do his best to prevent that from happening. After letting Enli know they had left already, they'd already left by the time Nobunaga and Novak arrived early that morning. So Akando and Donovna would find themselves deep within the forest, past the main altar where the Kyrnith was, and in deeper region where most of the Kyrnith’s deer would call home. All was peaceful. The wind, gently moving through the trees as the deer would flee from their presence. “This is where they’d do it.” Akando would comment, hand gripping his spear tightly. “If they were looking to make the Kyrnith even more angry, this would be the place to do it...it wouldn’t even be hunting for survival at that point.” The sun would be blocked by the foliage over head, and even the snow that dotted the rest of the forest floor seemed less dense here, creating a cool, somber gloom. This still left a fairly large area to cover if they were looking for something, or a single person or people doing mass extermination of the deer here. [hr] [hider=The Mind Palace] So Leannah would leave the Illuminators domain, and the statuesque being would return to its throne, sitting upon it with mild displeasure as it would contemplate things...and then slowly, quietly, cease to move. It had enjoyed this brief distraction, but at the same time...it must return to what it was doing before. Thinking. Finding an answer to a question. It was a rare instance of him knowing neither the end result, nor the methodology. How could one interfere with a divine being such as himself? [i]Error. Terminal denying access.[/i] Again. [i]Error. Terminal denying access.[/i] AGAIN. [i]Error. Terminal denying access.[/i][i]Error. Terminal denying access.[/i][i]Error. Terminal denying access.[/i][i]Error. Error. ErrorErrorErrorErrorErrorError-bzzt[/i] If he hadn’t already been furious, he’d have likely broke something. The thought would make him laugh. It was a rather absurd feeling, just like this whole situation. Why was one of his ‘terminals’ acting independently, and why couldn’t he control it any more? And why was it looking for the Key? Mindless drones do not develop a mind out of nowhere... [/hider] [hr] And because I forgot in the collabs, a few things for people [@CrusaderLord] Leannah: [hider=Goddess Note] Skill Acquired: Flight (lesser) A skill denoting some ability to fly. A mix of your telekinetic abilities and your fire abilities combined to allow a rudimentary form of self propulsion. Weak and hard to control for now, but with practice comes skill. Try not to slam face first into a bird. She might never forgive you. [/hider] [@Guy0fV4lor] Donovan: [hider=Goddess Note] Skill Acquired: Stealth (lesser) You’ve managed to acquire some knowhow for moving unseen and unheard. While its not going to fool any particularly vigilant person or animal, you could easily slip by unnoticed by unaware or those distracted by something else. Less agile acrobatics, and more simply being able to use your surroundings to slip around unseen. [/hider] [hider=Goddess Note] Skill Acquired: Point Fracture: An ability to ‘fracture’ the flow of time on a space. A rather dangerous ability in theory but weak in practice, since it causes time in the affected small area to become twisted and knotted, merging time into a brief single point before it explodes outwards with rainbow colored shards. Weak, but effective in dealing minor injuries or disrupting singular targets or objects. This is an ability your patron has gifted, or you have learned through them in some manner. Can reasonably be expanded or modified to be stronger or divergent abilities with proper practice or use. Does not cause lasting Time Wounds in an area, and is clearly divine in nature which other divinities will recognize in some manner, even if not the specific god. [/hider]