[center] [h2][color=0072bc]Blazermate[/color][/h2] Level 15 Blazermate (Holding 4 level up) - (22/150) [b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands Word Count: Less than 750 [/center] For the whole time Blazermate had been fighting against the silk-strung bug husks, the little pilgrim Sherma continued to cower in his hiding spot. Even as his voice wavered, though, he continued to sing and ring his little bell, a brave prayer for deliverance for himself and his mysterious mechanical benefactor. "F-fa ri doo...la see ma net. Do...d-do ni pwa nah...v-vo li net..." Only when Armstrong felled the final few bugs did Sherma look fearfully around the gloomy surgical ward and find no more nightmarish puppets. Still trembling, he looked up at Blazermate and gave a tentative nod. "Oh blue maiden, sorry to have lured you into such danger!" he squeaked in a small voice, though Blazermate could tell Sherma was trying to be brave. "And those poor bugs, bewitched by the thread. No sin could possibly warrant such a fate..." He took a deep breath, and with the medabot's help began to climb out of the junk pile into the open, careful not to leave his hat behind. "This is...some kind of hospital? I wandered a time before I could find it, and now I should get these healing supplies back to the chapel." Tentatively he looked between the operating theater's doorways. "There's no telling where the doors in here lead, but with enough patience and faith, I'll surely find the chapel again. What's another pilgrimage, eh? Ha ha!" Still not quite steady, he donned his knapsack and began to patter toward one of the doors, one little bug against the world. Blazermate waved him goodbye. She wasn't entirely sure if she should escourt him as he left the room. But as she decided to at least make sure he reached the next room and left the room herself, Blazermate found that Sherma had just disappeared. Perhaps he entered a different room or something as Blazermate found herself in a new room. [center][b]The Shattered Gallery[/b] [img]https://remnant2.wiki.gg/images/thumb/Shattered_Gallery_Boss_Arena.jpg/1920px-Shattered_Gallery_Boss_Arena.jpg?10dfd4[/img][/center] A once-grand hall in an ornate, almost reverential style, fallen to ruin in a strange fashion. The color itself seems to have drained from the room as mounds of dust and cave-like formations took over. One of the walls is almost entirely bare rock, and a number of curious holes exist on its surface, shaped like people and weirdly familiar. Near the grim fae statues that loom over the desolate chamber with crossed arms, a nightmarish being kneels, praying. [url=https://remnant2.wiki.gg/images/Magister_Dullain.jpg?1c6e0e=&format=original]Magister Dullain[/url] is a twisted being, a pale humanoid with a claylike face and a torso hollowed out into a gaping maw lined with teeth and tusks, wielding a staff of bone and a seastone lantern. Blazermate saw the creature in the new area and wondered if it was hostile or not. If it wasn't for a few of the people in the previous towns she had met before being also weird and monster like, she would be much more gung ho on attacking this guy, but for now she'd be more cautious. Although something about this monster seemed... familiar and not in a good way. She then had a bit of a shiver go through her frame as she was reminded of the Maw, and decided to get out of the room. Although going through the door she just came out of wouldn't work right? So she looked around and found a wall with holes. One that was suspiciously Blazermate shaped. Looking at it, she soon found that the hole was getting closer, and getting darker... And as she got closer to investigate the hole, the darker things got. And darker, and darker and.... Blazermate's fear of darkness activated. And wanting to get away from the hole as fast as possible, Blazermate summoned her Armstrong Striker who subsequently moved Blazermate away from the hole... Violently by punting the medabot like a football through the room, making a commotion as she crashed through the room's entrance. She didn't get away from the hypnotic hole unscathed, Armstrong was not gentle, but she did find herself in a new room. ------------------------------------------ [center][h2][color=d7d7d7]Roland[/color][/h2] Level 8 Roland (9/80) - Holding 1 level up. Location: Eseka Word Count: less than 750 [/center] Roland listened to the stories of the other seekers. He had seen some of this stuff in the reports on the Avenger, but it was nice hearing it from the others discussing them. [color=d7d7d7]"I suppose I'm up. I joined fairly recently. I helped take down the guardian in Midgar. They had this problem called the Ever Crisis, caused by the power players in the city itself. I was one of President Shinra's personal assassins. Well, before I got freed. Funny enough, Shinra did end up winning in the end with one of the seekers turning his opponent, Armstrong, into a striker. But of course there was problems with the thing providing power to Midgar being some giant robot that was the guardian that people had to take out. At least Binah helped with restoring the city... I think. Sakura stayed back so she should have more information on it."[/color] Eating some of his food, grabbing a carb loaded sandwich with lots of toppings instead of the rice or sausages the others had grabbed, Roland continued. [color=d7d7d7]"Then we played some 'minigames' as they're called. Speaking of, I still have a spirit I feel Jr. could use better than I could if I can find a replacement that fits me better."[/color] Roland then continued saying a few more recent things that happened, one that Therion had been at with the foodsnax cultists and everything, but unlike the others outside of talking about the Ever crisis in Midgar he didn't have a whole lot to discuss.