A skill Seeker and Warlord [@Crimson Paladin][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “We saw some heading towards the Obelisk! There was an odd light over there earlier…” The same villager who had spoke with Nobunaga about it earlier would reply to Novak and Enli. “The Obelisk…? That old ruin…? What could they be wanting there?” Enli frowned, rubbing his weathered, now stern face. “Haa, so much trouble for us. If what I’ve been told is correct, then someone is trying to break a seal on some…old goddess or something…then…maybe…hm.” Enli would turn his head towards Kippoushi. “We need to figure out where this seal is and what exactly is going on. We can assume its in that pit that was under the temple…In that case, we should send someone to study it and figure out what we’re doing.” Enli would smile lightly. “Hm, and the girl I know that has best knowledge and understanding about that…Lazhira.” “I think I saw her heading out to the Obelisk with a few of the other travelers.” One of the other villagers would chime in. “What of the hunters? Have you seen them anywhere else?” “Soyala headed to the Obelisk, but I’m not sure about the others. I think we saw a few heading into the forest, but that wasn’t anything unusual until just now.” If nothing else, it seemed like they had a small choice to make. Head to the obelisk to see what was going on there - or head to the supposed Location of the seal and seeing if there were any hunters or people snooping about. Though, that left them with some way of needing to get past the fog. Misaki and Narkissa [hr] [@Click This][@PKMNB0Y] “A counter ambush?” Lazhira would echo. “Well, we could! I uhm, well, do know some small magical tricks at least! Though I’m not sure I’m…good at the whole fighting thing and Misaki looks too fluffy to know how to fight.” It was true that they could do an ambush, but exactly how that would be handled remained to be seen. The hunters would now be bringing something and setting it on the ground nearby. A large…crate of some sort. Large enough that it needed two people to carry safely, and seemed fairly heavy too. It was oozing black slime like the kind Narkissa and Lazhira had seen back in their little dungeon dive earlier. Also seemed a bit agitated and violent, the box violently shaking and thumping, causing the hunters to drop it before reaching its destination, but it didn’t seem like it could get out, whatever was inside. “Maybe…hm, I could…well…maybe mess with their heads a little?” Lazhira would offer. “Make them sort of…not notice us, at least, until we get to where we’re gonna position ourselves? And attract their attention after that.” She’d look over to Misaki. “...maybe we should go back and find someone? What about um, Kippoushi? And Novak? Though…we might be too late if we don’t go ahead and do something…” A Traveler [@PaulHaynek] [hr] “...L…A?” The figure would shake her head, seeming a bit confused by the whole response Nicholas gave, but otherwise didn’t question some of his more odd words as she’d linger by the cabin’s door. She seemed like she wanted to keep a bit of distance between the two of them. “Uhm…well…I don’t know about that but…the undead shouldn’t bother you here…” She’d move away from the door now, slowly walking to the table, not taking her eyes off Nicholas. “I’ve…not seen you here before…” She’d state, giving Nicholas a mildly curious glance. “...are you with…Liven? Or…are you just a traveler?” She didn’t seem like she wanted to get too much closer to Nicholas, her soft voice inquiring about who he was in a fairly timid manner. [hr] Send Feet Pics [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “I can speak from experience to the sound.” She’d respond with a smile. “It does indeed, sound as lovely as any flute or other instrument.” She would though, frown slightly as he made his concerns apparent. “Well, you don’t actually have to know how to play even if you do carry it, though your concerns are valid…a war fan, though…? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are a mountain spirit.” She’d chuckle lightly. “You are In luck, though, yes I do. Not something I have that often in my inventory, but it just so happens that I currently do.” Mie would leave Malphas for a few moments, though like last time it wouldn’t be long before she returned with a war fan - a set of them, in fact. The two were simple in construction of iron and subtly decorated. Unassuming when closed, but when folded open one would be black in color with a small embossing of what seemed to be a white-colored fox on one side of the folds. The other was the inverse of that one. White with the embossing of a black fox on the other. They were fairly heavy, all things considered. Could easily be used as a club. The iron spokes on the outer sides of it also were sharpened to a point, and just longer than the fan itself. “Does this suit your tastes?~” She’d ask. [hider=Goddess note] Item Received: Fox War Fan A pair of war-fans you received from Mie. One is white, with an embossing of a black fox upon one side of its face, while the other has the inverse. Plainly decorated and unassuming, if a bit heavy. Easily used as a club against unarmored opponents, and the iron spokes on the outer sides of it are sharpened to a point, and just longer than the fan itself. Useful for catching or parrying blades if the fan is opened, and also causing slashing wounds. Otherwise mundane. [/hider] “If you are, then get in there. The Oni are tired of waiting around.” She’d chuckle. Indeed, the Oni that had been waiting around seemed to be a bit restless from all the waiting. "I'd suggest also at least, becoming acquainted with the blade too, though that's your decision." The Roma Mob [@ERode] [hr] “...What in the name of the goddess’ ocean happened to you?” The elvish woman would respond after a long, few seconds. She seemed genuinely impressed he was still standing, let alone able to even talk or speak in his condition. Still, her eyes would slowly fall to his side and the coin pouch at it. “Hm…lets see, considering the suddenness of it, the amount of work its going to take to stop you bleeding all over everything, a fee for any unforeseen complications, a fee for cleaning the carpets, something for dinner…” She’d seem to make a few more calculations silently in her head. “50 silver. If you can afford that, off with your clothes and into the pool - well, what remains of them anyways. It’s not going to take too terribly long.” He could indeed, afford it, but something seemed a bit off with a few of the things she’d said he’d need to pay for. Octavia tilted her head quizzically, almost seeming a bit suspicious of the woman too. [hr] [@Pyromania99] The plants had certainly rampantly grown. Nearly the entire side of the workshop that Leuca had been working in had been taken up. Vines, flowers, all manner of plants had just grown in a fairly chaotic manner. The elf herself seemed to be suspended mid-air, bound tightly in her planty prison. Thankfully for Augusta, it’d be easy enough to cut her out if she had something to well, cut with. Focusing like she had earlier, Augusta would attempt forming a blade of fire. It was a tiny bit harder than she’d anticipate to do - giving fire itself a more solid form that lasted more than a few seconds would be a bit harder than she’d have done previously. It’d form, but with each strike the blade would dissipate in her hand, causing her to need to re-form it. And it was less of a blade at this point, and more of a simple mass of fire with some weight to it. Still, it was a fairly effective tool for cutting plants, taking a bit of force to slice through them and leaving them burnt, unable to grow back and soon Leuca would be free. Perhaps a bit more practice and she could do something proper with it. “Oof…that was terrible…” The elf would say, once free, moving closer to Rullphana and Raelzeth. The small elf was covered in small cuts from some thorns, as well as a heaping of plant sap and some dirt and soil from the pots the plants had been planted in. “This is what happens when you lack control.” Rullphana would tell the Sirithen, huffing lightly. “It will control you instead, so to speak. A similar principle to your ancestral abilities, in practice.” “Y-yes…” As Augusta would focus on the rest of the plants, Rullphana would lecture Leuca on a few particulars an extreme beginner would need to know. Apparently, those without the inherent ability like Augusta had, had to spend years usually to be able to even make a small fireball…but that was neither here nor there. Augusta would lay a hand on the plants that had chaotically taken over the place. They were grown with magic, and as such it did stand to reason they could be…controlled with magic. Extending her reach from her body through the plants, she could easily ‘feel’ them and how they were grown, though getting them to do exactly as she’d want was a different matter entirely. It was slow at first, and it was hard for her to wrap her mind around the object, but she was able to follow the ‘flow’ of mana in the plants towards what seemed to be their source. A ball of magical energy deep within the plant life. Yet, when she tried moving it, it resisted. She’d tell it to move, it wouldn’t budge. It didn’t seem like they wanted to cooperate though. Maybe she needed to do something else…?