[@Pyromania99] “...its something from the old world.” Yuisa flatly stated, as though this was an obvious answer. “The magic they possessed back then is far beyond our understanding…but I believe ID was short for Identification or something.” She’d watch, somewhat unamused as Vammy began waving around the key they had found earlier. “I really don’t think-” “Bzzt-Id-acce-bzzt- Welcome back, Director LaChanc-zzt.” “...you certainly have the luck of demons.” Yuisa stiffly replied as the hologram vanished from the glass sphere, the sounds of metal and gears creaking and turning, unlocking from ancient and long, long centuries of slumber. Slowly the large metal doors would slide open, creaking and grinding against their old stones. It was a wonder this place had any power left, really. On the other side of the door, was…just a small room. A metal box, mostly. Large. As soon as they’d step inside, a panel of buttons would light up on one of the panels. There seemed to be old letterings next to each, but it was too old, worn, and ancient to read…for Vammy, at least. [i]“...its an elevator, huh.”[/i] The demon uncharacteristically quietly replied as though she was afraid of being overheard. [i]“Press the button on the bottom. Should take us there.”[/i] And she was silent once again. [hider=Current Happenings] The goddess has an odd shaped device that is spewing fire and burning down a garden. Current location: Old prison Time: afternoon Current Objective: Find the contraption the God Iva mentioned [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] A loud, resounding bellow from the horn. Sella hissed, recoiling back from the cacophonous sound, instinctively losing the grip on her sword, head swimming from the loud noise as she’d fight to reorient herself. This, also allowed Finn to finally be free of her grasp as she’d released her grip, pulling back from him. Melleph fared only slightly better, being a bit further away, but still wasn’t fast enough to stop Soyala - who would plunge her own dagger into the Valtems neck, a large gash being cut into her flesh. The result well…was near instant. “...ah…” Her body went limp instantly, a quiet final gasp of air escaping from her lungs. “There we go, that makes this a bit more even, doesn’t it?” Soyala laughed derisively at Sella as she dropped Melleph’s limp body onto the ground. “You…human…land-dwelling scum…!” Sella hissed. She was quickly recovering, and was getting ready to attack again it seemed like. [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The goddess laughs at the result, smiling as though she if, nothing else, is satisfied with the outcome.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Afternoon [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@Crusader Lord] [hr] “When you first drink it, well…the body can have a particularly adverse reaction to it. Death. Hallucinations. Most first timers tend to get a bit rowdy and pick a fight with everyone, ahaha.” Jivka laughed nonchalantly. “Buuut eventually you’ll get used to it, and it makes the body stronger. Helps if you fight or work out during the high, ya know.” She’d pluck a few leaves from the vines. “Makes some people a bit more aggressive, though, if they’re a bad fit for it. Gotta mix it with a couple other things back home, too. I could show ya if you want.” The yaga would stuff the leaf into some of her pouches, likely to make more later. “...say you’re an herbalist right?” Jivka said with an inquiring glance. “You ever heard of ‘Shalfey Blossom’?” She’d inquire. “...doubt it, eh. Its a local thing. Legend says its a cure-all for most physical maladies and can be used to make life-extending potions.” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The balls bounce around, rolling and bouncing around the box…and smack the goddess in the back of the head while she was apparently enjoying tea with someone. SHe angrily looked back at Nylah.[/i] Current location: Yaga Village Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [hr] [@crimson Paladin][@Click This] [hr] As soon as Lissa made her request, the Yaga went quiet. Eerily quiet. Her eyes looked Lissa up and down, arms folded across her chest and her mouth seemed to almost briefly curl into a snarl before she inhaled sharply. “Do you…have [i]any[/i] idea what you’re asking?” She’d reply coldly, exhaling her held breath. Judging from the icy glare she was now giving Lissa, she was not happy about this request in the slightest. “My kinsmen put you up to this, didn’t they? On the off chance you’re more educated about us then you appear, you should know your chance at successfully doing this is close to zero, but fine,” She’d shake her head. “I assume you’re here for the same reason that the other one is, so drag him back in here. As a show of good faith on my end, I’ll let both of you in the Adjudication, but there are a few things we should discuss first before we begin. As a follower of the Pale Violet, I must listen to such requests and judge them fair or not regardless of my personal desires. So present your case first.” The information Jolca and Ambros would have given her about the Adjudication was that basically, it was a formal entreatment of the Goddess herself - and have her and one of her agents judge whether or not a particular issue was worth her time getting involved. The Death Goddess hardly ever got involved in mortal affairs, after all, and there were usually only two cases where she would directly intervene. If a great loss of life was about to come at the hands of foolish mortals, or if the request was of a personal interest to her. Neither case would be easy to argue, here unless they could find something that was of personal interest to the goddess or convince her that allowing this to continue without her intervention would result in a mass loss of life. “I must warn you, though,” She’d coldly state. “If you fail…then we won’t hear this case a second time, no matter what you desire - and in such a case, I will have more than enough permission and reason to remove you from bothering me.” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]A maid with a purple blindfold and a broom suddenly shows up in the dialogue box. The Moon goddess, startled, runs away while the broom wielding maid chases her.[/i] Current location: Northern Snowfields Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider] [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “That lady that showed up earlier today?” Akando frowned. “Don’t know much. She arrived this morning with an elf - apparently she’s her bodyguard or something. From the way she carries herself, though…she seems more like a barely tamed beast that if she wanted, would kill on a whim.” He’d start walking, leading the Raam towards the lodge near the edge of the village. “I’ve thought about asking if she could help around the village, but something tells me she’d say no from the way she seems to disregard everything else around her except the elf.” Akando pushed open the door to the lodge, warmth welcoming the two as the sun slowly sank over the horizon. Smell of warmly cooked food met both as well, local herbs and spices tantalizingly wafting through the air. Hunting trophies hung on the walls, bears, and a few things that could only live deeper in the forest. As for the hunters present, only about fifteen would greet Akando as he’d enter the spacious cabin. Most were more than friendly, too, greeting Gideon just as welcoming. “I want to know more about those veins, though.” Akando would say. “The ground around here isn’t suitable for mining. We’ve looked, so most of our iron and metals are brought from that merchant, Mie. So if we could hunt these and have a somewhat stable supply, that’d be good for us.” [hider=Current Happenings] [i]The moon goddess yawns, taking her haul of wood back towards a cabin in the distance…only to not look where she was going, and fall down a canyon. Thankfully, she respawned some distance away from her dropped loot.[/i] Current location: Dawn Time: Morning [hr] Potential Events: [list] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [*] [/list] [/hider]