[center][h3]Forbidden Kingdom - Warfang[/h3][/center]

When offered a ride, Anais’ first instinct was to politely decline, but the words caught in her throat when Kayna’s partner gave what sounded like an agreeable noise. Actually…a ride atop that splendid creature sounded pretty amazing, and not just because it would spare her some effort hobbling through the city with her crutches. Avmar was no dragon, of course, but he had plenty of his own charms. After swallowing, Anais glanced back at Kayna. “Oh no, I’m not bothered. That plan sounds fine to me, and honestly, I’d love a ride. What a handsome fellow~” With a monstie around, the seamstress seemed a little more confident. With a little help, she climbed aboard Avmar, then set off alongside Kayna toward the Beastmakers’ Guild. At a leisurely pace like this, there was plenty of time for the rider to fill Anais in about R.

Though many might have looked at a boiling-hot sandstone city filled with prehistoric reptiles and dragons and been uncomfortable, if not outright intimidated, Warfang was an exciting opportunity for Poppi. Since she joined the campaign she’d been among allies pretty much twenty-four-seven, and even when other Seekers weren’t around, she and Tora were an inseparable duo. With her masterpon’s attention on his big project, though, she could finally strike out on her own for a bit, to go where she wanted and figure things out for herself. And today, she would need every bit of her processor’s power to solve the conundrum before her.

While the others might focus on the person of interest himself, Poppi had a different strategy in mind. If Consul R planned to travel, it stood to reason that he’d need some sort of transportation, and the artificial blade meant to find out what. Her first guess would’ve been some sort of airship, since she remembered the reports of the consuls who attacked Alcamoth flying via massive battleship. As she traveled Warfang’s sun-baked streets, though, Poppi became increasingly sure that no such technology would be found anywhere near here. All ‘technology’ here came in the form of sticks, stones, and ropes, powered by manual labor rather than electricity. With no other robots around, Poppi stuck out like a sore thumb, constantly drawing curious or wary looks. Most Warfang citizens seemed nice enough, but Poppi actually found herself missing Susie anyway. She, at least, probably didn’t feel out of place; wherever commerce could be found, Susie would be in her element.

So, with no flying machines around, how would R travel? Poppi considered the possibility of him riding a dragon, but as far as she knew all the dragons around here were people, not beasts of burden. She might not mind giving a piggy-back ride now and then, but she doubted that majestic, powerful creatures like dragons might not submit themselves as easily. That left just one possibility, which she saw frequently enough around the streets of Warfang: riding a large monster, or ‘monstie’, as some locals put it.

Assisted by various helpful argonians and cavemen (to the extent their vernacular could explain things), Poppi gradually found her way to Warfang’s Bestiary. This wide-open, roughly circular structure served as not just a massive stable for the city’s many tamed creatures (created by the Beastmakers or otherwise), but a workshop where hide, fiber, and metal could be engineered into the various saddles and harnesses necessary to ride them. Poppi spotted [url=https://staticg.sportskeeda.com/editor/2022/04/bb1cb-16500107452668-1920.jpg]agreeable parasaurs[/url] with colorful crests, towering [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f5f08c619992.png]dromas[/url] with troughs full of lumpy redsoil, and some kind of green-scaled [url=https://monsterbuddy.app/_nuxt/Chatacabra.hwYZhQXd.avif]gorilla frog thing[/url]. Poppi’s interest soon settled on a [url=https://archives.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/0/08/0984Great_Tusk.png]great tusked beast[/url] currently being fitted with a huge saddle, outfitted with something that was less of a seat and more of a small building. At the moment, the finishing touches were being put on by a well-built, taciturn [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/afe926a73860.png]wyverian man[/url] as a leather-clad [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ccb8d39f1a24.png]hunter[/url] nodded approvingly. Poppi approached him.

“Hello! Is that yours?” she asked.

Unlike many of the people around here, Rex did not seem too put off by the artificial blade’s appearance. “Oh, yeah!” he replied enthusiastically. “Once this bad boy’s ready, I can go out on adventures for days at a time!”

Poppi nodded, looking impressed. “Very cool-cool. Is top-of-line saddle for sure.”

“Nah, this is just step one,” Rex explained. “If you get enough materials, you can get platform saddles for way crazier monsties. You should see some of the ones commissioned by the big shots around here. They’re basically walking palaces. Or even flying!”

Blinking, Poppi tilted her head. That sounded like just the sort of thing that a Consul might employ.

Rex was not done talking. “I’m looking for my little bro Maxwell,” he explained. “He went missing years ago, ever since our sister Lily got petrified. Most of us have given up, but not me.” He crossed his arms and turned to elaborate to Poppi, only to find that she’d disappeared without a trace. “...Oh.”

In Warfang’s citadel, Grimm’s infiltration was proceeding well. The wide, tall corridors, designed for the horns, wings, and tails of draconic sentries and illuminated by fitful braziers, offered plenty of places to hide. His feather-light footsteps did not echo, and if a guard happened to smell insect, what reason had he to believe that the keep had been breached by a living nightmare? Grimm skulked and warped his way through the chambers and passageways without issue, steadily seeking out the fancier, more well-furnished parts of the fortress where a pompous little overlord might be reasonably expected to reside.

In the upper reaches of the fortress the troupe master discovered some lavish living quarters, fit for a king, and in the opulent [url=https://twinfinite.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/bg3-dd-noobs.jpg?fit=1200%2C675]dining hall[/url] he found his target. At a round table laden with exquisite dishes sat a diminutive humanoid, only around four feet tall, with the unmistakable gray suit, cherry-red armor, and black cape of Moebius. The unique helmet on his disproportionately large head resembled a fanged reptilian maw topped with a spiral drill, and despite the other chairs arranged around the dining table, he seemed to be alone.

Grimm, carefully maneuvering among the rafters overhead, stopped directly above the Consul. His scarlet eyes peered down, identifying the back of R’s neck, then at his scythe-like claws. He could do it, right here, right now. In one deadly instant he could render the Seekers’ concerted effort moot with a single plunge of his claws as he wiped one more sorry member of Moebius off the roster. His gaze returned to the Consul, hungry and ready. From here, an assassination looked oh-so-easy.

…But no. That was pride talking. Everything he’d seen and heard about the Consuls indicated that they were all dangerous and unpredictable combatants. What reason had he to believe himself one’s equal? If he rushed into this, he could not only get himself killed but also ruin the opportunity for the others. Though it pained Grimm to be beholden to anyone, he knew he would be better off sticking with the plan. For now, he would stay right where he was to watch and wait.

In the middle of Grimm’s rumination, the doors flew open. Into the dining hall stomped a hulking blue [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/864fc624ac05.png]brute[/url] with a huge wooden club, whose every step caused all the fancy furniture to rattle dangerously. “There you are, Crush,” the consul snapped irritably before downing the rest of his wine (through his helmet somehow, Grimm observed). “Is the Quetzal ready?”

His underling let out a series of growly noises that R seemed able to understand, as he cut Crush off immediately. “What!? Hurry it up then, fool! ‘Motivate’ the peons with that club of yours. If I have to come in there, I’ll be scraping off your sorry scales first!” He hurled a loaf of bread at Crush’s noggin, which bounced right off with no reaction. “MOVE!”

Even before Crush showed himself out, the Consul leaned back in his chair, groaning with one hand to his helmet. “Uuuuuugh. [i]Dragons[/i]. I. Hate. Dragons.”

Grimm did not stick around to hear the rest of R’s tirade. Instead he departed, slipping through the doors before they closed behind Crush. Once he followed the brute back to this ‘Quetzal’, he’d know for sure just how the Consul would be leaving Warfang.

[center][h3]Forbidden Kingdom - Qingce Village[/h3]
[b]Setting:[/b] Cloudy Friday Afternoon
Lvl 15 Ms Fortune (286/150) Level 11 Big Band (224/110)
Bowser Jr, Rika & Amaterasu’s [@DracoLunaris] Primrose, Therion & Pit’s [@Yankee] Sakura & Juri’s [@Zoey Boey] Captain Falcon’s [@Double] Yayama’s [@Chevaleresse] Grima’s [@Goggy]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 545[/center]

It did not take that long for Amaterasu to repair the rope bridge. Of course, many of the Seekers had wandered off to check out the river valley, but a good howl from the wolf goddess brought the scattered team members back to where they started. There was no time to waste, after all, no matter how pretty and picturesque the Qingce Village area was. If nothing else, at least, the humble settlement, its earnest townfolk, and the natural beauty that surrounded it were reminders of what the Seekers were fighting for, and what a victory against Moebius R today would bring them once step closer to achieving.

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Sadly, the gorgeous environment would not last forever. After mounting up again and crossing the repaired bridge with Pit in the lead again, the Seekers took a hard left and traveled west along the riverbank to circle around the mountain ridge opposite Qingce. The river turned north alongside them and slowly spread, running over its banks, as the land quickly opened up into a sprawling floodplain of sunflower fields, willow oaks, and power lines. As the team traveled further, more and more of the land became immersed in dirty brown water thick with floating debris. Everyone slowed their mounts to a stop as they neared the end of the road, with only flooded farmland ahead and to either side as far as the eye could see.

A little late, Nadia remembered what that man from the Ashwat Village stables mentioned about flooding to the northwest. Unfortunately she’d already forgotten that he called it ‘Swopes Farm’, but she guessed that didn’t really matter. Whatever the case, the rain last night hadn’t been that bad, had it? Maybe this area was just always like this. As her chocobo came to a stop, she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the liquid beneath her. “Yuck, the water smells like crap. I mean, actual poop. Do NOT touch that stuff unless you’re, like, immune to disease or somethin’. And even then, it’d still be gross.”

Her wandering eyes quickly identified a possible explanation. Not too far downriver, she could see a large [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/086/530/480/4k/james-arkwright-jamesarkwright-southofmidnght-everythingthatrises-002.jpg?1743435587]barn[/url] damaged by high winds and surrounded by fetid floodwater. Her eyebrows rose as she read the big sign above the building. “Wait, is that a pig farm? Eugh, no wonder. This isn’t just water…it swine!”

As she took a better look at the flooded area around the farm, however, she couldn’t help but map out a route across the sunken silos, waterlogged cars, fallen tree trunks, wrecked sheet-metal sheds, floating sections of fence, and haybales. It would have been a piece of cake for her to get across on foot, but she figured even her chocobo could do it. Hell, even the horses, probably. Of course, the sprinklers currently spraying jets of filthy water around complicated things, but what was life without a little challenge?

Nadia took a deep breath and turned her chocobo to head downriver toward the farm. “Well, we’ve come poo far to turd back now. Let’s get jumpin’!”

[center][h3]Frozen Highlands - Moon Mountain[/h3]
[b]Setting:[/b] Frigid Friday Afternoon
Lvl 10 Sandalphon (105/100) Level 9 Heismay (6/90)
Edward’s [@DracoLunaris] Blazermate & Sectonia’s [@Archmage MC] Ace Cadet’s [@Yankee] Roxas & Ganondorf’s [@Double] Ramattra’s [@XoXKieroBombXoX] Mokou’s [@Goggy]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 1527

[hider=Cat Upgrades]Saranwrap:
[b]Emergency[/b] (Active)
Run to the ally with the most missing health, trampling everything in the way

Baconator:
[b]Sucker Punch[/b] (Active)
Once activated, the next time an enemy moves within reach, stop its movement with a melee attack[/hider][/center]

One by one, the other Seekers arrived, each as grim as the last. Edward arrived first, surrounded by troops and constructs, but the haunted look on his face told Sandalphon that visions of a painful past had hounded him, too. He greeted them flatly, mentioned nothing of what Moon Mountain’s shadows had forced him to relive, and wordlessly got to work. He replenished his forces, dispatched scout drones doomed to wander aimlessly through the darkness, and bent his talents to the task of breaking through the roadblock ahead with brute force.

Seeing Edward’s efforts, Heismay stepped forward through the crunchy snow. His height meant that he couldn’t lay a reassuring hand on the tactician’s shoulder, but he offered what little he could. “Easy, friend. If you dealt with demons of your own back there, don’t be afraid to take respite. Bury your feelings beneath work and you’re apt to burn out.” He glanced down as Scrumpy padded over to lick at Whopper’s wounds, only for the little thief’s brother to pounce on the tinkerer as if to say [i]hey, I’m taking care of him.[/i]

“No tower stands forever,” Sandalphon vaguely agreed. If there had been any wind up here, her weakened voice might not have carried from where she stood. The lack of breeze took the edge off the bitter cold, at least.

Heismay added, “I may know what to do about the door, as well” Not a lie, but he mostly said it in the hopes that it’d persuade Edward to slow down.

Next to arrive was Sectonia, although she looked rather unbothered to Heismay. Had she been able to face her fears resolutely, the eugief wondered, or did she just not have any real fears to face? So far, the bug queen had not given him the impression that she valued her subjects, allies, or life in general beyond their usefulness to herself. Given her superficiality, Heismay amused himself with the notion that her greatest regret was simply not being richer or more beautiful. As he continued to keep an eye out, Mokou arrived with her Spheal, both in pretty decent spirits despite what the Phoenix must have gone through. Roxas and Blazermate joined the group looking a little roughed up, and the medabot more than a little stressed out, but at least they were both in one piece. Once Ramattra and Ganondorf brought up the rear, Sandalphon finally had a full head count.

Once everyone had reached the walled-in snowfield, Sandalphon posed the assembled team an important question. “Did anyone find a key on the way up? It could take the form of a small card, tablet, or perhaps a cube, that could fit into this device.” She showed everyone the mechanism by the locked door, but her efforts were wasted, as it soon became apparent that nobody had happened to obtain a key of any kind.

Once she reached that conclusion, Sandalphon reevaluated the team’s options. “Although Edward is willing to employ his artillery units, I fear that breaking through will involve a high degree of resource and time expenditure.” She turned her gaze skyward. Though she could no longer see the Frozen Highlands’ clouds beyond the inky abyss, she could see where the peaks that enclosed this snowfield terminated. “I understand that aerial circumvention is a serious and perhaps unfair request to make of our fliers, but it may be the most economic option.” She had not forgotten one particular teammate’s earlier allusion, however. “Unless the idea you mentioned seems feasible, Heismay?”

The eugief had been waiting, and now he took a deep breath of the frigid mountain air. He did not feel any readier than he did before, but there was no way around this now. He had already spotted a [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/088/592/913/large/me-artzz-matchboxblue-view.jpg?1748687051]giant matchbox[/url] half-buried in the powder near the snowfield’s entrance, and given its presence he could not help but feel as if it encouraged, if not outright intended, a certain solution. After all, he could see burnt, blackened, flame-warped matchsticks littered here and there beside the path. After everything, the Seekers were still on the Midnight Walk.

With everyone’s eyes now on him, Heismay retraced his steps. He slid open the matchbox, pulled a fresh match the size of a torch from within, and struck it against the traces of red phosphorus on the sides of the box. After a few tries, the match sparked to life, and with the flame held high he slowly strode out of the snowfield and to the cliff at the end of the mountain path. His cats, following in his footsteps so far, hung back.

“I lost my way again,” he murmured, reciting the hard-to-forget words from memory. “It’s getting dark now. But the dark is a well of ideas, a blank canvas full of possibilities. The dark itself is the key. All I need is a little spark, and then I get what I need.” He stood at the precipice, staring down. He could see no land, no sea, no sky. Nothing but a pitch-black nothingness, an infinite void. Heismay swallowed. “It hungers for fire, so I take a match, I light it, and I offer it.” Slowly, shivering, he extended his arm, holding the torch over the void. “I give it freely. I have to…surrender.”

He dropped the match. In an instant, it disappeared from view.

Then, in the dark, two great eyes opened, accompanied by a surge of staticky white noise.

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They stared, their chromatically aberrant gaze roving between Heismay and the other Seekers. Then, after another moment, something flew up out of the dark and clattered across the stone at Heismay’s feet. He looked down to find a technological-looking stone tablet the size of a playing card, then immediately looked back up at the eyes, wary of a distraction. But the eyes were gone, and after they vanished, the uncanny darkness surrounding Moon Mountain dissipated. The backdrop faded back in, with its snowy hills, stormy clouds, and distant seas. Heismay could see the jubilant, multi-colored lights of the Christmas Village, a lone pillar that he thought was the space elevator, and a burning settlement that might be Krat Zoo.

He backed away from the edge, took another deep breath, and hurried back to join the others. When he reached up and slid the tablet into the cube-shaped device, the gate rolled open, and the Seekers could proceed through.

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On the other side of a short upward passage they arrived at the peak of Moon Mountain. It was sparse, with nothing but a stretch of bare gray rock that led straight toward the moon itself. The moon floated just over the end of the path, with a rough staircase that led up into a large, gaping wound in the planetoid’s underbelly. As they approached, slowly and carefully, with Sandalphon and Edward at the lead, the Seekers kept a tight formation. Their journey through the Frozen Highlands, and everything they’d experienced -from manmade horrors to joyous festivity to sobering reflection- had brought them to this place. To this moment. In the end, it was all just a stunt to attract the attention of the region’s challenge-hungry guardian, and it was up to the ten of them (and their creature companions) to make sure it paid off.

As the rest climbed the stairs, some with the help of others, Mokou flew ahead to become the first to lay eyes on the moon’s interior. Within the great globe, she found a domed hollow with a flat floor, completely empty except for one thing: a [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/9addceb0f85c.png]seven-pointed sphere[/url] with an impression like a fingerprint, its central mass about the size of an elephant, which hovered motionless seven feet above the center of the space.

Naturally spry despite his age, Heismay reached the interior second and spotted the strange object right away. He then scanned the area, listening for any signs of danger, as Roxas and Edward helped Sandalphon up behind him. “What is that?” he wondered aloud, peering at the object. “Could…could this be the sun?”

Sandalphon narrowed her eye at the thing. “What gave you that idea? We are beneath the clouds, and it is daytime beyond the Frozen Highlands. The sun shining upon the World of Light could not possibly be here.”

“I understand, but we are inside a moon,” Heismay pointed out. “It could be metaphorical. The Highlands are gripped by a curse of eternal night, yes? What better representation could there be than a sun, cold and dead, locked within the moon, a symbol of night?”

The archangel did not look satisfied with that explanation. “If we suppose that is the case, what do we do about it?”

At that, Heismay could only shake his head. “That’s where my wellspring of sage advice runs dry, I’m afraid.”

Within the still, dusty, deathly quiet interior of the moon, the Seekers searched for answers.