Achronum

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Xenos

Xenos grumbled as they marched towards the dungeon. After having a short chat with Reylan about how much ammo he should bring since he couldn’t seem to remember how much he used before, Xenos hoped around 100 shots would be enough. He had to take out an 800 renn loan as it was since this guild’s vengeance fed desperation didn't allow those who used consumables to cut costs and just make their shit. Hopefully, he’d make enough in this dungeon to repay the loan since, if this Guild’s attitude was anything to go by, he probably wouldn’t have time to start circulating his grenade launcher orake a few other things he was interested in.

Xenos nodded as Reylan spoke and followed the man into the dungeon. He cleared his head, tucking the slight irritation he felt at the situation in the back of his mind. He’d figure out a way to convince them to slow the fuck down eventually.

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Anna

Anna fumed as other Guardians had the audacity to do anything other than grovel beneath her Lord. They should be busy climbing over each other to serve Him rather than pondering and lamenting their home. Goodbye and good riddance. Those hypocritical, backstabbing bastards deserved their fates. A Supreme Being, her Creator, still existed to lead them and they should feel blessed rather than dismayed. At this point, they should be blessed Lord Volaris hadn't yet whipped them within an inch of their lives! This situation may be beyond their frail understanding but nothing could escape the wisdom of the Supremes. Lord Volaris certainly had a plan. All they had to do was bring it to fruition.

“As you wish, Lord Volaris.” The woman crooned as teleported both Rule and herself back to the main hall. She stepped back to her tower, casting layers of illusions and glamorous over the Cathedral and the surrounding area, replacing it with an image of the forest and heavier than usual undergrowth.

Rule

Rule slipped through the door after the talkative Guardian. The ooze rarely left the tower, content with the squishy and screamy preys his Lord always provided. And as much as it would prefer to stay somewhere it could feel everything, it was an order from a Supreme Being and Rule wasn’t about to disrespect the Lord. Rule only existed as it did because of its Lord and Rule would not pay back that kindness with ingratitude. Rule settled at the bottom of the cathedral steps and focused on feeling the area.

The ooze was slammed with sensory information. The twitch of hundreds of things on the ground, the long movements of things above, tinier things scuttling about beneath the other hundreds of things, the cool sensation of the wind, the other Guardian flailing about and chattering incessantly, stronger vibrations suddenly swelling- it all cascaded over the ooze and Rule was frozen, malleable form barely twitching as it attempted to process. Irritation bubbled, literally, on the outside of the ooze as it sorted and acclimated. Jack’s incessant prattling didn’t help.

“You… much… Know as…” The words, normally issued from an artificial orifice the ooze created, came out sharp as they burst from individual bubbles. Rule didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to keep a mouth in shape. “Distrac… Attackers while… Kill you… I bait…” The outside was a bad place, Rule decided quickly. Why any of the Guardians ever wanted to leave the Cathedral was beyond it.

Volaris

Volaris wanted to run a hand over his face as more of the Guardians made their way in. It almost felt like he was back at his old job, his employees up just after morning meetings were concluded. He needed to get out more or something if his subconscious was twisting his escape into a mockery of the real world.

“I expect those of you arriving late while strive not to do so again.” Volaris’ said cooly as he address the latecomers. “There are many lessons to be learned from failure but tardiness teaches the least. In light of the severity of our current condition howver I will overlook this issue once. I recommend it not happen again.”

“Skout. While your forward thinking is appreciated, make sure you check in with myself or Baron before investigating new or unusual phenomena. If you were to be injured or compromised, we would have never known and you could have put your other Guardians at risk.” Volaris let his tone return to neutral as he continued. “Since you have some knowledge of what lays outside, you will be acting as an intermediary between the three scouting parties sent out. Helena, Samael, and Morningstar and Garlock are searching the East, South, and West respectively. You will be their point of contact and communication between them. Magical communications are forbidden until I understand more about this world. Inform the others as you meet with them.”

“Baron, bring Kat with you to find Anna once she has completed her task. The three of you will investigate the Akashic records for anything that may have caused this. Legends, rumors, items, spells. If it is even mentioned within the realm of possibility, bring me the source information as quickly as possible.” He nodded at Baron and Kat briefly before moving on. “Xirphi and Sagi, you two will stay in the Grand Dome Room. If anyone other than a Guardian walks through the Cathedral doors, destroy the way further into the Cathedral and then kill the intruders.”

He took a second to contemplate Ladata’s youngest creation and sighed inwardly. Children were alway a struggle for him. Questions and curiosity he could handle. Poor judgement skills combined with an unreasonable amount of energy not so much. Adults understood hierarchy and logical progression, following orders most of the time. But children were a natural disaster, difficult to control and intent on bring hell on earth. Volaris’ mouths frowned as a realization came to him. Not only Lexicon but Elizabeth, Tatter, and Kat, who was technically an adult but Frankly Volaris failed to see him as one, were all children. So four children locked in a horrifying building, two of them twisted beyond belief. When he wakes up, maybe he’ll try to hunt these people down and offer to pay for proper therapy.

“Lexicon will be staying with me for the time being.” Given they knew nothing about their current predicament, Volaris intended to find out the extent to which magic worked here and if the rules of Yggdrasil still applied. With Tatter and Lexicon working together, he felt they were the best chance not only to illuminate the rules of this world but bend and push at them until they could get exactly what he wanted. The specter only hoped he wouldn’t have to put his foot down, so to speak, too often with the pair.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Xenos

Interacting with: @Conscripts

“Okay so dude I get you have the whole regal, formal, polite thing going on but sit down.” Xenos muttered to Stephen and kicked out a chair. “Fuck, why didn’t I go mage? Coulda sub-classed into alchemist and made a hangover cure because whoever designed this shitty game made hangovers a damned thing.” Xenos listen to the rest of the group with his face buried in his arms. Thankfully everyone felt that spending some time preparing was the smarter choice. Thank goodness because if they decided to charge in head first, Xenos would have been the first one out the door. He wasn’t friendly enough with any of them yet to be dying for a guy he barely knew. Xenos had one goal above all others, survive this hellscape of a game, and death wishing companions fell real short of that.

Xenos frowned at the mention of the letter. “And you don’t know Valentine at all? You’ve never come across him? We just got unlucky and Karma was the first sucker he stumbled across? Cause it sounds a lot more like he wants to fuck with you rather than the rest of us.” Xenos shrugged as he threw out the concept.

“As for the leveling, should we put together a plan for how we want to build our skill points? We are training for a specific purpose and putting points in something like mathematics or gathering right now probably wouldn’t be the smartest move. We probably ought to make sure we are optimizing and maybe having whoever runs the guild tactics work with each of us would help make us a more cohesive unit.”

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Volaris

Volaris stared impassively at the Professor’s aggravated Guardian. Normally, he would feel some degree of remorse or empathy for the poor woman. She did after all just lose someone important to her. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to conjurer much of an emotional response. The specter put the thought away for later. His fingers tapped on the edge of the basin as the others spoke.

'Interesting. Far more expressive than Yggdrasil.’ The specter thought. ‘I may have to have to sit down with each of them to discuss current events.’

“Settle down Morningstar. Your question is not so simply answered. There is a tale to be told and it will take some time to tell. For now, we prioritize our safety. We know nothing of where we find ourselves and could be stricken down at any moment. I will not see my comrades’ precious creations annihilated when they have been granted a second chance. Once I am certain none of you are in any danger, we may sit and I will tell you our history.” Volaris looked back down into the pool, refocusing on the fort he found while waiting on the Guardians to arrive. It was in rough shape, walls missing chunks and bodies scattered around the gates still. Broken arrows and weapons littered the grass around the roads and evidence of fires put out recently scarred the insides. People rushed to and fro, some carting bodies, other bandaging the injurer, some wandering in a daze.

Volaris turned his eyeless face to the ghoul and didn’t speak for a long while. Yseult Concasseur and Volaris rarely crossed paths and when they did their exchanges were brief and polite. The demon’s personality reflected well on her creations if the other Guardians were anything to go by. Helena’s request fell easily into his plans. Giving her a goal would likely help distract from what the Ash Demon’s other creations were muttering about.

“Anna will make the first move, screening us from prying eyes. Once she completes her spells, restrict your scouting to the east of the Cathedral, Helena. Prioritize stealth but if you should be compromised, bring them back to us alive. Morningstar and Garlock will scout to the west and Samael will scout the South. Again, stealth is the priority but bring back anyone or anything that compromised you. Jack and Rule will maintain our perimeter in the time being. Finally, Elizabeth and Megu will accompany me to a fortified settlement not far from here. Once we reach the edge of the forest, Megu will stay within its boundaries and scout the northern section while she waits for our return. To those ends, Elizabeth and Megu dress in plain clothes. We will strive to avoid attention. And if I have not yet given you as task, prepare yourselves for battle. I would not have us blindsided while we work.” He turned his attention to the ubergiest.

“Except for you Tatter. I have a special task for you. Stay a moment.”

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Xenos

Xenos stretched, pleasantly sore from last night, and winced as the pounding in his head came back with a vengeance. It had taken five alarms to make sure he was here on time and he was debating whether or not it was worth it. The tension was palpable and he just didn't want to deal with it. Thankfully, Alisea spoke before he could open his mouth and do literally anything about it. He rested his chin on his arms, squinting past the hangover pain at her.

“We take the time to level. I don’t know about the rest of you but I don’t have a death wish. I would very much like to get out alive. Plus, all the grinding will let me get the new Smithing skill up real quick and I can upgrade most of the group’s armor and weapons real quick after that.”

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Anna and Rule

A quiet humming bounced around the small chamber as a jigsaw puzzle piece hovered in the air, spinning indecisively. It dropped next to a piece, turned itself, and slide easily into the piece. The humming changed, Yggdrasil’s victory tune hummed instead, but quickly returned to its previous melody. The sound of a page turning and another piece lifted off the table at the tip of a wand. The changeling flipped another page and placed another piece, flipped another page and placed another piece. She glanced over at the half finished puzzle and put down her book, adoration pouring over at the scene. Half of the Supreme Being stared back in as much splendor as a measly puzzle picture could capture. Anna sighed happily and ran her hand over the pieces. She paused as Baron’s message reached her.

A shiver ran through her as she heard the mention of her Lord’s name and stood immediately, puzzle and book forgotten as she stepped quickly to the door and threw it open. A wiggling mass oozed up from the creaking planks as she walked through the next room, not bothering to look back as Rule34 pulled itself together behind her. She slammed the door, just moments after Rule slipped through.

“For what has the Master summoned us, Anna.” Rule rumbled as Anna warded the door and hid it.

“Greater Glyph - Explosion. Greater Illusion.” She muttered, creating an illusionary copy of the door several feet down over an explosive rune. She turned to look at the Ooze, disdain in her eyes. Why Lord Volaris felt the need to create… this was beyond her. “Do I look like our Lord, slime? I dare not even attempt to comprehend the mind of one of the Supreme Beings, much less our Lord. We will soon discover our Lord’s will. And hopefully,” Anna sighed wistfully, “Be blessed with an objective from our Lord himself.” Anna opened a gate that led directly to the door of the Scrying Sanctum.

Anna stepped through, her hand hovering just above the door. To gaze upon the glory that is the Supremes, and more importantly her own Lord, was a privilege one did not just squander. She was to gaze upon grace and wisdom embodied, power given shape-it took more than a few seconds to prepare oneself for such an honor! She blinked as Rule slipped through the cracks under the door and she hurriedly pushed it open as well.

She took in the other Guardians, including Rule who quivered in its own show of deference. It never quite got the hang of bowing. Stupid ooze. She immediately took her place next to Samuel, kneeling to her creator.

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Volaris

The Guardians, Elizabeth specifically, provided significant proof that his earlier hunch had been correct. Though it was expected since he was dreaming. It was the only reasonable explanation for why the game was still running other than a prank patch, which made even less sense. He must have fallen asleep just as the game shut off. He cleared the image off the scrying pool with a flick of his wrist and he stood fully, reflexively stretching from his hunched position and finding it unnecessary. If only he could escape back pain in the real world as well. He saw and felt the Guardians enter the sanctum, the two sensations rather odd in tandem. Although Volaris had experienced in Yggdrasil for the vast majority of his play time, it felt sharper than the game-more tangible in fact. More natural. He shrugged it off as a particularly vivid part of his imagination. Instead, he trained his sightless face at Elizabeth while they awaited the arrival of more Guardians.

“You are unaware then.” Volaris spoke softly, his voices echoing around the chamber still. Of course his imagination wouldn’t give him the easy route. When did he do anything the easy way. “At the zenith of this moon past, Yggdrasil was meant to disappear entirely. Everything it held, everyone who called it home, everything the people in it had done doomed to cease forever and always. Expect for those like my companions. Like your father Elizabeth. We were slated for a crueler fate and so many of us, resigned and powerless, left for it before the zenith. I spent the last minutes of my time here wandering the halls I helped build, just as resigned and frustrated as the others. And yet as I watched the zenith approach and pass… here you still stand. Here you stand before me, one who should by all accounts no longer exist, in this sanctum which should no longer be. A fascinating problem at the very least.” Volaris cast a hand over the pool and brought the cathedral and its surroundings into focus.

“And so I searched for any shred of what was. For the graves and fog and shambling horrors that circle our home. And instead I find nothing familiar, no trace of what I know I could see, no trace of those I know I could see. I find our defenses outside vanished and replaced, our Cathedral in view for all those who wish to find it.” Volaris cast his sightless gaze across the Guardians that had shown so far. “And so here we are, in an unfamiliar place with a few familiar faces, for no reason at all after someone or something tampered with that which we worked so hard to achieve. It was a grievous mistake on their part and one I do not intend to forgive nor forget.” He words turned cold and sharp at the end.

‘Lets see what effect that has on them.’ Volaris thought to himself. 'I didn’t use any command prompts so there shouldn't be much of a response.'

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Volaris’ contemplation

A twisted, ethereal hand skimmed over the surface of the scrying pool, the image scattering with the ripples and a new one forming as they stilled. All of his mouths twisted into grotesque grins as he watched the outcome of the massive end game brawl. Originally, he planned on being there but he decided for a day in with the guild members who logged in the last day. It was pleasant all things considered but… He cast ripples over the surface again, casting the magical eye out over the Eldrin Wastes where he and Stauffenberg picked up the item that unlocked Rule34’s racial option. He chuckled at the memory. A few people wandered the blasted landscape and egged on the cannibal tribes that lived there. He sighed and let the pool turn clear once again.

The timer flashed two minutes.

He felt the familiar tug as he activated his guild ring and around him Azazel’s field swayed gently in the artificial breeze. He looked around and sighed. All this work for it all to fall apart. How disappointing. He let himself enjoy the sight a few moments more before switching between all the rooms, committing each detail to memory.

The timer flashed one minute.

Volaris ended up in his tower last, on top the observation deck he built for Anna. He watched the undead scuttle aimlessly around at the base of the Cathedral and he decided it was enough. He descended into the gloom of his tower, settling in the one chair he bothered keeping. He could feel Rule writhing near him.

The timer flashed thirty seconds.

He spent the last seconds of his game life reflecting on everything accomplished in this building. They had done so much, time gone but not wasted, and made an impression unlike anyone else in Yggdrasil. He chuckled in the darkness. His routine would have to change.

The timer stopped at zero.

Volaris stared at the zeros as they faded away from his vision. Despite the official timer stopping… Nothing changed. He could still feel Rule nearby, the tower still whispered with his aura… He made to pull up the main menu. It didn’t appear. His mouths frowned as he stood again, ghosting through the room back into the main chamber. Nothing seemed out of place but Volaris felt an itch in the back of his mind, just a incessant prodding that suggested something was wrong.

The ring flared and the familiar tug pulled at his gut and the scrying room appear around him. He stared at the item for a long moment. The idea of heading to the scrying sanctum to see if anyone else was still around had barely crossed his mind. And he didn’t activate the teleport command. Had they pulled a elaborate prank and just needed the servers clear for a massive update?

“Show me the Cathedral of the Damned.” His voice was raspy and echoed in the chamber for a long time as fifty mouths spoke just slightly off each other. The image didn’t appear. He repeated the command, casting the hand with his ring over the surface. The cathedral slowly appeared, as if being pulled from the bottom of the pool, and he focused on the image. For the moment, everything was silent. He flicked his wrist, casting the magical eye flying across the surrounding area. He repeated the action.

“Show me Baron.” The image faded and the Cathedral’s steward took its place. It would be the reference. He commanded the scrying pool to show him ten different locales he knew the pool could see, returning to Baron after each failed attempt. Each one was a failure. He straightened from his stooped position. If the very location of the guild had changed, it wasn’t unlikely the guild’s defenders also suffered some changes. His interest was piqued. The ring flared briefly and he materialized at the steward’s side.

“Baron, seal off the Cathedral completely and bring the other guardians to the Scrying Sanctum. I will need a report of all our holdings once you do so.” Volaris commanded before disappearing back to the Sanctum. He checked his reflection in the pool briefly. Still twisted and horrifying. Excellent. He returned to the image of the Cathedral, looking around the immediately area in an attempt to find anything familiar.

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@HueMan

Okay, Anna's subclass updated to Unseen Seer. Two class actions added.

Ultimate weapon effect updated to negate any healing spell/effect as long as the character equipped with it has line of effect.

Devilish Determination (A Highschool DxD RP)

Alisaie stretched at the edge of the forest as Rath listed off fight conditions, a confident smirk on her face as she called out her sacred gear. It glinted from around her neck as she rolled her neck. "Everything I got? You asked for it, tough guy." The whole superhuman strength thing was her favorite part of this deal and she ripped a small tree out of the ground and swung it full force at the devil, launching it across the clearing.

Double Duty (A Highschool DxD RP)

Alfonse

"Of course." Alfonse bowed and turned on his heel as Alice shredded his original plan. The human was the perfect scapegoat. Mortals tended to roll their eyes and look away once human error was introduced to little events like these. He reached the guard house and knocked quickly before ducking in.

"Good evening again." Alfonse shook the slightly bewildered guard's hand. "While my colleagues are looking over the grounds, would you mind answering a few questions about your team and the security procedures here? Or better yet, may I speak to your superior? I am sure you'd prefer they take the heat in the event my clients have an issue after all."

"Uh sure, I guess? Just gimme a moment." the guard picked up a receiver on the desk and contacted whoever he needed. Alphonse took a moment to look over the security set up. Screens displaying a live feed of the interior of the building lined a wall. A computer sat beneath it, logged into the camera management client. Excellent. The guard caught Alphonse's attention and passed him the phone. the woman on the other side didn't sound particularly pleased when she greeted him and demanded his information.

"Of course, please contact my firm at once. My clients don't want to wait longer than necessary." Alphonse passed over the contact information and waited while she followed up on it. "This is terribly inconvenient however. My firm contacted you almost a month ago for this. My clients had high hopes for this property and they'll be incredibly disappointed in this little communications hiccup. Of course, I entirely understand. I wasn't blaming you, its very likely your colleague just forgot to record it properly. We have one like that at my firm and we always have to scuttle around trying to fix everything. It is most exhausting isn't it? What are we, neanderthals? Email exists for this exact purpose after all." Alfonse chuckled superficially as the woman ranted about her lazy coworkers. It never failed to amaze him how tedious and trivial mortals were.

"You got us cleared already? I'm glad the firm responded so quickly." Alfonse nodded as she continued. Mortals. A few credentials and the promise of money and they'd do just about anything for you. "Excellent! So may I ask you a few questions about the security system set in place? I see you have a closed camera system but if I required a copy of the recordings, would I come here or would I have to request it through the company itself? Through the company, excellent. So the system is controlled at the company then and this only views the footage in real time? No, its controlled here unless you have cause to log into it. Very well." Alfonse glanced at his own phone and tucked it back into his pocket. "Thank you very much for your time this evening. I'll have my firm contact you with more questions once we've reviewed the location." Alphonse returned the phone to the guard and caught his eyes, implanting the memory of Alfonse walking out of the small building. As the man was working his way out the trace, Alfonse conjured a small barrier around his head and let it fill with the sleep gas, catching the guard as he fell.

"My apologies." Alfonse murmured as he propped him up in his chair and went to work at the computer, setting up a camera loop for the past few hours. He returned to Alice. "The issue has been dealt with, my liege."