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Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

Titles: [Prime - Mundane], Educated [Church's Executioner]

Johannes watched the developments with a stony, unchanging expression. His weathered face kept locked on the cheerful gnome, yet the subtle movements at the periphery of his vision didn't escape his notice. Looking only cool and collected, his left hand moved to reveal prayer beads wrapped around his palm. And the priest's lips began moving at some point, mouthing quiet and silent words.

"Nam et si ambulavero in medio umbrae mortis, non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es. Virga tua et baculus tuus, ipsa me consolata sunt."

He muttered it thrice and then suddenly stopped.

And as Lux leaned towards him, he returned the favor, grave tone dropping to a whisper. "We kill them all and let God sort them out." Johannes pushed his own chair back with a loud scrape against the floor. The elderly man stood up, looming at over six feet while standing.

There was no warning, no creak of old joints, only a sudden, violent eruption of movement as the old priest lunged.

Hands moved inside the cassock, drawing the Manriki-gusari-styled flail at the same time he dashed toward the gnome. And, upon reaching him, his hands shifted to pass the chain around the Fae's neck in an attempt to strangle him with it at the same time he lifted him from the ground towards gathered patrons, his expression stony and unchanging. [3 actions]

Actions:
1/2/3 - Manipulate (Draw the weapon) + Movement (Fast E) + Containment -> Fighting Style [Manriki-gusari styled Flail] E + Flexible F + Tangle F + Energized E -> 7 Base Effectiveness

Johannes

[IH] Great Northern Dungeon Early Floor Arc

Marcelin listened attentively to the description of the culprits, letting out a low hum. "So a melee fighter and a fire mage from the West Empire." He seemed to ponder things for a moment. "Seems like quite the pair to fight against. As for waiting for them to finish dealing with whatever is waiting behind that door, I don't object. Hopefully we won't be surprised with a... 'rare drop', I think they call it." His emerald eyes locked towards the door again, focused on the muffled sounds he could hear behind it.

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

Seeing that both creatures that were attacking Kaitori had been defeated would have brought the lawman some ease; however, with the constant pouring out of the creatures, he couldn't afford to relax just yet. McCoy's eyes shifted momentarily towards the revealed-blur-woman with tattered clothing before focusing on the fissure itself. "Tarnation, seems that there is no other way to go about this!"

His words were followed by his boots kicking up dust as he moved towards the fissure itself [1]. Winding his arm and leaning backwards, he suddenly released all the gathered momentum and struck at one of the creatures trying to climb to the chamber [2]. He next would try to move into it [3].

Actions:
1 - Charge 20ft into the fissure
2 - Rope-whip - Fighting Style F + Range F (10ft) + Generalist F [Lasso] - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown - 6 Base Effectiveness
3 - Move into the fissure

[IH] Great Northern Dungeon Early Floor Arc

Marcelin let the wounded beastkin have the bottle of alcohol while he listened to what had happened to him. "Criminals posing as guild adventurers?! Tch, the rapscallions get bolder by each passing day!" The storyteller seemed none too pleased with that development. "To possibly sully an otherwise almost perfect tale, the scandal!"

Crossing his arms over his chest, he began thinking about something. "I suppose there are two ways we can go about this: either rush the room and pincer these criminals, leaving them to contend with both us and the boss at the same time. Or..." A small smile appeared on his lips. "... we could wait just behind that very door. As soon as they have defeated the boss, we rush inside and attack them by surprise.

His emerald eyes slowly slide towards the ornate wooden door. "I feel the first could cause a bit more panic between them. Regardless of what we choose, however, I will still need to decide on what will go in this tale." Marcelin turned to both Samuel and Clarisse. "Excellent work on the healing magic by the way."

[IH] Great Northern Dungeon Early Floor Arc

Marcelin seemed surprised with Clarisse's explanation of her magic, letting out an exasperated 'Oooooh'. "As expected of someone of your caliber, Lady Clarisse. I'm certain you put even the most experienced of mages from the Grand Duchy to shame!" The storyteller said, removing his feathered hat and giving her a deep bow.

As for Samuel, he nodded thoughtfully. "Sometimes, self-made miracles are all we can hope for, isn't it?" Marcelin smiled.

Next, as he investigated the barrier, the monsters' cores caught his attention. "Mmmm..." Slowly, his gaze slid towards the old bottle of alcohol instead. "... maybe this can be useful." Picking it up and carrying with him.

In the next chamber, he approached the wounded warrior after Samuel, shaking the bottle of alcohol. "Something to drink to ease the pain?" Marcelin was ready to help the warrior drink it, depending on his reaction. Truly, the storyteller didn't quite know if the alcohol was still good or not.

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

Titles: [Prime - Mundane], Educated [Church's Executioner]

"Handshakes?" Johannes repeated, his expression unreadable for the moment. And then, barely, something in him relaxed. "Sure, I don't see why not. I'm Johannes Kessler." He offered his hand to those around the table. And the ones who accepted it would notice how wrinkled his hand was. "A pleasure to meet all of you. This is indeed the meeting point."

The priest's expression then hardened as something began gnawing at the back of his mind. Sharpening his senses, he began looking around... and it was everywhere. "Do not drink or eat anything offered here." He said in a monotone, eyes moving behind the red-tinted lenses, as if searching for something. "Everything in this place reeks of curse."

His attention shifted to how the patrons engorged themselves in both food and ale. "Our senses are likely compromised. But whatever is doing this doesn't seem to have perfect knowledge of what is happening." He didn't answer the gnome as he approached the group. Instead, he began studying the Fae instead, watching him attentively.

Johannes

Isekai Hell - [Ryke] - DON'T FEED THE THINGS IN THE WALLS

Titles: [Prime - Mundane], Educated [Church's Executioner]

The elderly priest had been peregrining for quite a bit. After having helped free the villagers from the clutches of goblins, he had been trying to get a better lay of the land as well as the culture of those who inhabited it. Behind it, however, was the ever-incessant war (both spiritual and physical) against the unholy.

With one wizened hand, Johannes pushed the door of the Inn open, attentive eyes scanning the room behind the red-tinted glasses. He stood at the threshold for a moment longer before finally walking in. With each step, the silver pectoral cross and crucifix shifted slightly above the black cassocks. He stopped for a moment as soon as he saw Cipher gesticulating to the bartender, analyzing the machine.

He had seen many strange things ever since coming into that very world, but even he knew how to promptly know man-made things. "Interesting..." The man murmured.

He continued, however, until he reached the table at the corner, finding Eva there. "Are you with the guild as well?" He asked before pulling a chair and taking his seat at the table. Only then did Johannes finally remove the capello romano from his head, placing the hat at his side on the table. To say he looked old was an understatement.

"Is that automated armor yours? He asked Eva.

Johannes

[IH] Great Northern Dungeon Early Floor Arc

"Another victory! The only acceptable result for honorable adventurers." Marcelin said in absolute self-satisfaction, rummaging inside his satchel to produce the piece of parchment he had been scribbling on. For a few moments, his attention was fully dedicated to the task; rapid and dexterous scratches could be heard as the tip of the quill slid against the textured surface.

After a bit, however, the task came to a sharp stop. The storyteller's gaze changed, becoming more critical, and his eyes moved left and right, reviewing what he had just written. "Mmmm... not quite, not quite. It will certainly flow better after the first edits." He said so to himself before walking over the barricades and peeking behind them for anything amiss or interesting.

"Once more, we encountered the undead! I would not be surprised if an ancient lich were expecting us." This time he directed himself at both Samuel and Clarisse. "Do any of you, per chance, know holy magic or miracles?" He looked at them, tilting his head sideways slightly.

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

"What in tarnation, girl?! Don't you go bein' a night sally!" McCoy said in surprise as his rear was squeezed. The man was quick to move his free hand behind him, slapping Nyana's hand away. "I ain't seein' no good way forward into that there fissure, let alone a way to approach the 'red door', wherever that is." One thing was certain: standing where he was standing would not change the things a lick (and possibly leave him open to another squeezarooni).

Considering that, the lawman decided to move. He began striding towards Kaitori, who seemed to be under immediate pressure [Action 1]. And, reaching her, he was quick to unfurl his lasso. "What yer head!" He said, moments before swinging the rope around and whipping towards one of the attacking creatures [Action 2]. He would follow up with a second hit [Action 3].

Actions:
1 - Stride 20ft towards Kaitori
2 - Lasso Whip - Fighting Style E + Range F (10ft) + Generalist F [Lasso] - Grade E 1 Post Cooldown - 7 Base Effectiveness
3 - Lasso Whip - Fighting Style F + Range F (10ft) + Generalist F [Lasso] - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown - +1 combo

[IH] Great Northern Dungeon Early Floor Arc

"Marvelous! Let's give them no quarter, huzzah!" Marcelin shouted, already advancing just like Clarisse had suggested. Light on his step, the storyteller would quickly move forward 20ft [action 1]. And, as he took the very last step, he lifted his quill and began waving it around like a maestro's conductor rod.

"Storming into the defense of their foes,
Leaving the poor fellows in woes,
Brittle skeletons with pale skulls,
They don't know any better! They are quite dull!"

His sing-song prose empowered him and his allies [action 2], moments before he fired another salvo of mana bolts towards second rolls of skeletons [action 3].

Actions:
1 - Move 20ft towards the second row of skeletons
2 - The Tale of Victory (FLUX) - Magic F (E) + Magic Range F + Magic Targets F + Bolster [STR] F + Bolster [INT] F + Focus F + Energized F - Marcelin inspire tell tales of grandeur of his comrades, affecting their outcome in battle - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown
3 - Mana Bolt - Magic E + Magic Range F + Magic Targets F + Energized E + Focus E - 30ft of range, up to 5 targets - Grade E 0 Post Cooldown - 7 Base Effectiveness