Jollan

Night School *Looking for more players*

I dont know why it died, i was just waiting on responses....and they never came ;-;

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

While Allard was more than impressed with the abilities of the young healer, they didn't waste much time in getting on the road again. Later, they ran into a crossroads, that could take them in multiple directions. Everyone stopped for a moment and then started continuing down a path,by the time he reached the sign, he couldn't help but freeze in his tracks. The way they were headed was straight into Fotian territory. His escape less than a week ago would mean that he was somewhat still at large there. The other direction was Gaia, home, where he hoped to return. He would be lying if he said his body didn't take a few steps in that direction, but something in him stopped him. As the group seemed to keep going, he stood there, trying to make a decision. There was nothing there for him anymore, nobody left to fight for. For a rare moment, his ever present jovial mask that he wore faded as he looked out down the road's path. It wasn't until the ox snorted that he jerked his eyes from it and noticed the caravan pulling further away.

"Alright, quit yur fussin'," He then picked up the pace to catch up to the others. Further down the trail, he decided that he should let someone know of his 'relations' with Fotia, at least, enough to get a general picture. Letting the reins to the back end of the carriage so that the ox would continue to follow them, Allard jogged up to the front next to Garret, passing everyone else on the way. "Garret, I've been thinkin' about our path through Fotia. Well, I'm not sure really how ta tell ya this, but I'm not really in good standing with Fotia at tha moment. Is there any way that we could maybe keep away from tha main townships? I know I'm not an easy thing ta hide, so maybe keepin off tha beaten path may be safer." He continued walking for a bit before he added, "If ya wish ta go ta tha towns however, I can wait outside town at a camp with tha horses and wait as well."

It was just about then that they were passing the small building with the people in red robes. Allard noticed them, though didn't think much of them. An odd sort, but they didn't seem hostile as the appeared to keep to themselves while passing.



The traveling and direction didn't seem to bother Dremmick as much after they had left the forest. Unlike most of the group who seemed to have a set spot they liked in their lineup, Dremmick never stayed in one place. He would constantly change positions, move ahead, or hang back throughout the day. What would look weird for most was actually him either scouting ahead or poking around a point of interest, disappearing for short periods of time. It finally seemed to pay off as well when he saw a small building in the distance with a red flag. He waited there for the others to catch up, noticing that Allard was speaking to Garret at the time. "There is an outpost alongside this trail," he said, interrupting Allard. "Try not to pay them too much attention. They are a curious sort," he said as he rode back into formation with the group. As he passed Mason Dremmick noticed that Mason seemed transfixed on the man who who had just walked out of the building. "Don't mind them and just keep moving. We don't need extra trouble here,"he said in passing, "We should be safe to travel in this group, but don't give them ideas." He looked over to make sure the ox was still following, which it was, but it was what he saw at the carriage that made him shake his head before turning back around to follow the group. The lassa girl that joined them....was waving at them...



Lynn, who had previously been riding outside with her horse, was now in the carriage to escape the heat and dry air. She had come to the conclusion that she did not like the desert. While the sun felt amazing to her and the sights were breathtaking, she found her self drying out easily under the harsh conditions. She could really go for a swim right now, but that didn't seem like it was going to be an option around here. The one time she did try walking, her feet quickly met with hot rock on the ground, and took to flying on her staff or riding her horse instead. With the heat though, she thought it would be better to let the horse rest by taking the carriage off of it and not riding it for a bit. The horse seemed to follow faithfully as the carriage drove itself, and Lynn even would help drive the machine and supply it with water as well. It could be done by one person, as not every control was needed to be used at once, though the way Metis could drive it, it would almost seem as it was an extension of her own body.

As they progressed deeper into Fotia, Lynn was outside the carriage to check on her horse and apparently the ox that had been traveling next to the machine while the large Oro man was up front talking with a knight. 'Odd,' she thought as she couldn't recall their names. Nobody really seemed to know each others names in this group, they kind of just... formed and moved out. maybe they will all be able to introduce themselves when they stop for the night. She petted her horse a few more times before turning to go back in the carriage when she noticed a man on the side of the road watching them pass. She gave a cute little smile and waved to him before going back into the machine with Metis. "Phew, it feels terrible out there, I don't know how they do it." she said to Metis referring to the others. "Hey, I can take another turn driving for a while if you want. How are we looking on water?"

Night School *Looking for more players*

@CloseEnough If you want, we could assume you have your cello back. Drake gave it to the headmistress before leaving for dinner and lock up. Just in case ever doesnt come back soon. (may want it, because in Drake's case music may calm the savage beast) not that he is there at the moment, but still.

Night School *Looking for more players*

for the most part, I think we are all here, judging by the site saying if people were on, just not many posts so i think it just died down. I'm ready to post again whenever, even next if I have to.

@Ever Still with us?

Night School *Looking for more players*

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick admittedly hesitated when it came to signing his name as a member of the Alliance, opting to only write his first name and not his last. He was back in his leathers and Taxis bark armor. Hood and muffler up and in place, keeping his face either covered or hidden in its shadow. There were a number of new faces, but their numbers were still few. He noticed a particular girl that the king mentioned that they would be guiding around. She was told to have some gift that could heal the land. Whether he meant that literally of metaphorically, Dremmick was yet to see.

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It wasn't that long of a wait either. Not long after riding into the woods around Vrondi, a caustic stench seemed to permeate the air. When they arrived to its source, Dremmick couldn't help but be curious, as this was unlike anything he had encountered before. He rode up to the front, but dismounted his horse before getting to close so that it could stay a safe distance away, just in case.

“Corruption. It's toying with nature as we speak. We've got two options you lot. Ignore this and pass this by, or deal with this Apostasy of nature. This is a sign from a poseur to the incarnation of death. Close to the capital yet devoid from the watchful eyes. Danger.”"

Dremmick moved forward, passing Garret and Ami to get a closer look. From under his hood, his eyes started to glow yellow and spectral wisps of energy came from them as he started to look to see any life energy of souls in the festering scar in the land. It was completely empty. Not an ounce of life energy save for the maggots and other insects. Even the foliage was devoid of the smallest scrap of life. His eyes faded to their normal hazel color before he turned around. ”I'm not sure what exactly is causing this, but the whole area is barren of any life.” He took another look around as he tried to figure the whole thing out. It was a grotesque sight, unsure of what creatures, or people, all the flesh was from, though it was obvious it was more than one. Was this some even more twisted form of blood magic? Before Dremmick could dwell on it further and formulate any sort of answer for Garret, Mason came in.

"I got this, stand back everyone..."

Dremmick's eyes shot over to Mason, ”Wait, Mason! Don't-,” but it was too late. The whole thing erupted in golden flames until it was burnt away, Mason's fire completely dissipating as he withdrew his attack, however, the fires it caused still seemed to burn. ”Dammit, Mason!” he cursed as he looked up at the black smoke and spreading fire. ”Besides the threat of burning the whole forest down, burning a diseased tree can potentially make the disease airborne and infect a larger number of plants in the area. And who knows what that thing had in it.” Dremmick went over to one of the fallen branches from the tree. He pulled a knife out and cut off a small piece of a twig and took out a small glass vial from his back pouch, placing it in and sealing it so nothing could contaminate it or vice versa. ”I'll keep this to take a look at this later, or have someone else do it. Either way, this need to be studied more before we go destroying every one we see. Speaking of which, we need to keep this fire from spreading any further.”



It was showtime and Lynn had that feeling in her gut again, wondering if this was the right decision. She signed her name, was a bit shy during the parade when they left, but she was able to calm down a bit once they were away from the castle. Lynn was so far seeming to enjoy the ride. She sat sidesaddle on Feather as he pulled the cart so she could guide him when needed, though he mostly seemed to follow the rest of the group fairly well. Every now and again lynn would fly off on her staff to look at something or bring back some interesting plant to show Metis, who she seemed to stay the closest to. It was an amazing adventure already for her as she saw one new thing after another. Eventually however, she started to smell something odd in the air.

The party arrived to the large grotesque tree shortly after, and Lynn's happy demeanor seemed to fade. Unlike the hooded man's curiosity, Lynn wanted no part of the disgusting tree, the very sight made Lynn feel a bit queasy. While she had seen and was able to deal with plenty of horrid injuries in her time, a whole tree filled and covered in flesh was nauseating. It didn't take long however for a young seraph, that she later learned was named 'Mason' as the hooded man yelled, ignited the tree in a spectacular golden fire. It seemed to spook some of the horses a bit but not enough to make them rear up or run. Lynn consoled her horse by petting the side of its neck and cooing at it, ”It's okay, don't worry,” She said softly in its ear. She noticed that some of the burning branches had caught others on fire. ”The other trees! I can help!”

She picked up her staff, which was mounted on the side of the horse, and used it to take flight, sitting up sidesaddle on it as well like usual. She undid the stopper on the water jar hanging behind her lower back, using the water rune inside to summon water and direct it onto the fires, and a small stream to her mouth, breathing the water instead of the tainted smoky air around her. While controlling the water would prove to be easy, summoning this much water proved to be taxing. It wasn't something she was used to doing and it tapped directly into her magic energy to summon it. She had to be wise with how she used it, so instead of spraying the fire down, she moved a large water bubble onto the fires, putting them out and then moving it to the next fire using the same water bubble. Each fire met the water with a good bit of steam, and wore down the water bubble's size slightly, but it still got the job done fairly efficiently. Once it was done, the bubble of water was blackened and she let it fall to the ground away from the group, and closed her jar. She slowly floated back over to her the carriage and sat next to Metis. It wasn't moving around the water that was strenuous, it was summoning that amount of water that she wasn't used to. She was a little tired as she relaxed in the chair. ”Summoning that much water was a bit tougher than I thought.” she said with a worn out smile and slight chuckle.



Allard was proud to sign his name on the list, though he admittedly had a hard time with the small writing utencil provided to do it. Not afraid to sign either as the slavers never asked for his name to begin with. He felt like this was a great new start for him, although he knew he couldn't escape his past or the vows he made, this felt like a step in the right direction. He was easily noticeable compared to the rest of the group as he towered over them. Also, unlike the others, he wasn't riding a horse as there wasn't one large enough for him. As it was, even when riding horses some of them were even or still a bit shorter than him. He stayed close to the ox, making sure it went the right way when needed, or simply holding the reins as he walked with it. There was one girl he could have swore he recognized, though she seemed to stay covered up with a hood, like that other fellow. He guessed it was none of his business to pry and kept walking with the group, every now and then whistling a jolly tune.

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When the group arrived to the tree, Allard couldn't do much but watch the event unfold. It as a ghastly sight, for certain, though the group seemed to deal with it well enough. Truth be told, Allard thought that burning the tainted tree seemed like great way to deal with it, even if they had to put out a few fires afterwards. If the burned tree could spread the disease, however, that could end up being a problem. And what if the disease had an effect on people as well? They had been smelling this rot for a while now, which would mean that in essence that they were breathing in particles from this tree. He looked over to the one that the king introduced to the group as a 'healer of lands'. Wondering if it was literal, he went ahead came forward to ask Ami. “Young lass, there wouldn't be any chance that yur able ta remedy tha land itself from this creepin' evil taint, is there?”

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Allard stopped in his tracks when he heard Siiga ask if he was from the arena. It was inevitable, he guessed, that at the very least one of the tyro people here may recognize him from his time in the arenas. He couldn't blame her for getting his name wrong, as he was mostly called 'The Behemoth' in the arena. The fact that she had somewhat of an idea towards his name meant that she must have done some snooping on his personal life at one point, whether out of interest over recent events or for bets he wasn't sure. The scar she recognized was one in his side where there were a row of dotted scared flesh from a bite wound he received from when he had to fight a captured dragon in the arena. Everyone thought he was going to be done for, but he was able to hold on to his weapon and behead the dragon, saving his own life.

He sighed as he turned back around to reply to her. "Adelhard Baldewin is my name, but you can call me 'Allard'. I wish ta put those damned arenas far behind me, an' hopefully this is tha place ta do it." he said with a wide smile, though his grip subconsciously tightened on the belts he had slung over his shoulder, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw his daughter. "Again, I am sorry ta have interrupted ya. Guess I'll be seein' ya." His face was a bit more solemn then when he came in though he still tried to keep somewhat of a jolly demeanor to keep her from feeling uncomfortable about her question. Though him leaving so soon after she recognized him may have done that.

When he found a new and unoccupied room, he set his stuff down and got dressed saved for his boots. Then he leaned the weapons up against the wall next to the bed, their weight, especially his, a fair deterrent from anyone stealing them. Not to mention him being a light sleeper ever since he was in the arenas. He laid down on his back in the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, and rested his head in his hands, elbows up and one knee propped up. He started to think about where he would go from here. He knew his targets in general, but not who led them. though he was sure if at some point he could cause enough of a rukus that it would be easy to figure out. but it seemed that for now he needed do the bidding of this alliance first, and maybe then he could air his grievances to King Vrondi. As his mind wandered, it wasn't long before he found himself starting to fall asleep. He had to admit, this was much more comfortable a bed than he had ever slept on in his life, even if it was too small with his outstretched leg hanging off from the knee down.

Night School *Looking for more players*

@CloseEnough I am assuming Drake has just about conquered his wing by now and is about to move onto the next, lol. Well, unless Daniil is is still there and wants to fight Drake, which could be interesting.@KazAlkemi

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Its back up for me

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

discord is down again at the moment