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The clearing became chaos given form.
When Youko herself back into the fray, the impact of her fury driven swipes drove into already-damaged flesh, forcing the creature to give ground, if only a step or two, its posture shifting as it was pressed from the front.
KaMara’s voice cut across the battlefield as she closed the distance, her warning sharp and timely. The creature’s evasive movements were no longer subtle. It bent, twisted, and slipped around direct lines of attack with unnatural precision, its body moving in ways no living thing should.
But the space around it was shrinking.
Yumi came flying towards the commander. Driven forward with sudden force, her form cut through the air in a spinning arc of steel. Her scythe carved a wide, whirling path that the commander could not fully escape this time. Even as it twisted to avoid the worst of it, the edge bit close, forcing it to recoil and abandon its footing.
Only to be slammed by the unrelenting momentum of the angered Moose woman. The blow forced the commander further off balance, its stance breaking as it was driven sideways across the scorched ground.
When Yukan approached with his steely gaze, and feinted; the commander reacted to it, shifting its weight to avoid a strike that never came. Leaving it exposed to the one that did.
The yari drove forward with devastating force, a wide wall of fire and will that tore through the space the creature had just moved into. The impact landed clean, piercing through with a burst of sacred flame that erupted outward in a controlled ring.
The blaze surged across the clearing, sweeping over the scattered remains of the fallen wights. Every corpse that littered the ground; whether already smoldering and burning or not was caught in it. Burned down to ash before it could rise again. The fire curved harmlessly around allies, its path deliberate, its purpose absolute.
The commander staggered.
Its blade rose again, but slower now. Its body twisted, attempting to recover that unnatural flow, but it no longer had the space. No longer had the numbers. No longer had control.
Youko’s pressure held it forward.
Yumi’s presence denied it escape.
Moo’s relentless force kept it off balance.
Yukan’s strike had broken something vital.
And as KaMara closed in, ready to intercept whatever desperate retaliation it might attempt
there was nowhere left for it to go.
The final moments came quickly.
A series of strikes, too many to track individually, landed in rapid succession. Each one forced the creature further into collapse, its form failing to recover between impacts. The hollow blue light in its eyes flickered violently, dimming with each passing second.
Until finally, the body fell.
Silence followed, heavy. Earned. And then it was as if the clearing exhaled.
From the edge of the battlefield, Rextelian stepped forward, his blade lowering at last as his gaze swept across the fallen commander.
“…That’s it,” he said, voice steady, though quieter now. “It’s over.”
Aya moved beside him, her posture easing as she scanned the area one final time. Nothing stirred. Nothing remained.
“…Finally,” she muttered, a breath leaving her as tension slipped from her shoulders.
Behind them, the soldiers of Nan Gau began to gather, the weight of the battle lifting in visible waves. Some leaned on weapons. Others simply stood, staring at the place where the commander had fallen.
Then came the sound. Low at first, but slowly growing.
Relief turning into quiet cheers.
Hiruq let out a howl, before his form shifted in a brief flare of light as he returned to himself. He rolled his shoulders once, breath steadying, before stepping forward.
His hand came down firmly against Moo’s shoulder.
“Good fight,” he said, voice rough with exertion but carrying clear approval.
There was the faintest hint of a grin before he moved on.
He approached Yukan next, extending a hand without hesitation.
“Well struck,” he said. “That ended it.”
Nearby, where the commander had fallen, something remained.
Amidst the ash and broken remnants, a dagger lay half-buried.
Its blade burned with a faint blue flame that did not spread, did not consume. It flickered quietly, unnaturally, as though it belonged to something deeper than fire itself.
Along its surface was etched a symbol.
A seven-pointed star.
Encircled.
Bound.
By thorns.
Rextelian turned back to the gathered group, his expression firm, but no longer strained.
“You fought well,” he said, voice carrying across the clearing. “All of you.”
His gaze lingered, acknowledging each of them in turn.
“You held the line. You ended this.” He paused a moment, before looking to each of them and continuing.
“…You have my thanks.”
Aya gave a small nod beside him, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yeah,” she added. “Not bad.”
The fires burned low and snow fell softly through drifting ash.
And for the first time in a long time Nan-Li was free of the undead.
When Youko herself back into the fray, the impact of her fury driven swipes drove into already-damaged flesh, forcing the creature to give ground, if only a step or two, its posture shifting as it was pressed from the front.
KaMara’s voice cut across the battlefield as she closed the distance, her warning sharp and timely. The creature’s evasive movements were no longer subtle. It bent, twisted, and slipped around direct lines of attack with unnatural precision, its body moving in ways no living thing should.
But the space around it was shrinking.
Yumi came flying towards the commander. Driven forward with sudden force, her form cut through the air in a spinning arc of steel. Her scythe carved a wide, whirling path that the commander could not fully escape this time. Even as it twisted to avoid the worst of it, the edge bit close, forcing it to recoil and abandon its footing.
Only to be slammed by the unrelenting momentum of the angered Moose woman. The blow forced the commander further off balance, its stance breaking as it was driven sideways across the scorched ground.
When Yukan approached with his steely gaze, and feinted; the commander reacted to it, shifting its weight to avoid a strike that never came. Leaving it exposed to the one that did.
The yari drove forward with devastating force, a wide wall of fire and will that tore through the space the creature had just moved into. The impact landed clean, piercing through with a burst of sacred flame that erupted outward in a controlled ring.
The blaze surged across the clearing, sweeping over the scattered remains of the fallen wights. Every corpse that littered the ground; whether already smoldering and burning or not was caught in it. Burned down to ash before it could rise again. The fire curved harmlessly around allies, its path deliberate, its purpose absolute.
The commander staggered.
Its blade rose again, but slower now. Its body twisted, attempting to recover that unnatural flow, but it no longer had the space. No longer had the numbers. No longer had control.
Youko’s pressure held it forward.
Yumi’s presence denied it escape.
Moo’s relentless force kept it off balance.
Yukan’s strike had broken something vital.
And as KaMara closed in, ready to intercept whatever desperate retaliation it might attempt
there was nowhere left for it to go.
The final moments came quickly.
A series of strikes, too many to track individually, landed in rapid succession. Each one forced the creature further into collapse, its form failing to recover between impacts. The hollow blue light in its eyes flickered violently, dimming with each passing second.
Until finally, the body fell.
Silence followed, heavy. Earned. And then it was as if the clearing exhaled.
From the edge of the battlefield, Rextelian stepped forward, his blade lowering at last as his gaze swept across the fallen commander.
“…That’s it,” he said, voice steady, though quieter now. “It’s over.”
Aya moved beside him, her posture easing as she scanned the area one final time. Nothing stirred. Nothing remained.
“…Finally,” she muttered, a breath leaving her as tension slipped from her shoulders.
Behind them, the soldiers of Nan Gau began to gather, the weight of the battle lifting in visible waves. Some leaned on weapons. Others simply stood, staring at the place where the commander had fallen.
Then came the sound. Low at first, but slowly growing.
Relief turning into quiet cheers.
Hiruq let out a howl, before his form shifted in a brief flare of light as he returned to himself. He rolled his shoulders once, breath steadying, before stepping forward.
His hand came down firmly against Moo’s shoulder.
“Good fight,” he said, voice rough with exertion but carrying clear approval.
There was the faintest hint of a grin before he moved on.
He approached Yukan next, extending a hand without hesitation.
“Well struck,” he said. “That ended it.”
Nearby, where the commander had fallen, something remained.
Amidst the ash and broken remnants, a dagger lay half-buried.
Its blade burned with a faint blue flame that did not spread, did not consume. It flickered quietly, unnaturally, as though it belonged to something deeper than fire itself.
Along its surface was etched a symbol.
A seven-pointed star.
Encircled.
Bound.
By thorns.
Rextelian turned back to the gathered group, his expression firm, but no longer strained.
“You fought well,” he said, voice carrying across the clearing. “All of you.”
His gaze lingered, acknowledging each of them in turn.
“You held the line. You ended this.” He paused a moment, before looking to each of them and continuing.
“…You have my thanks.”
Aya gave a small nod beside him, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yeah,” she added. “Not bad.”
The fires burned low and snow fell softly through drifting ash.
And for the first time in a long time Nan-Li was free of the undead.
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Fin
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Fin
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✦ Narrator ✦ — "Victory belongs not to the waiting, but to those bold enough to seize it.""
Location: North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1
Time: Morning
The chamber broke all at once.
Astra’s charge, slowed though it was by grasping hands and dragging bone, still hit like a battering ram when it finally reached the rear of the formation. The lesser skeletons clinging to her were turned from hindrance into ammunition, smashed bodily into the knot of undead gathered around the Staff Sentinel. The cocoon of bones meant to shield it caved inward under the impact, and the sentinel itself staggered beneath the blow, its spell faltering as the gathered necrotic energy rippled out of control.
That opening was all the others needed.
Percival’s steady gunfire had already battered the rear line and kept the caster under constant pressure. The last shot, angled off stone with unnerving precision, struck true through the chaos and cracked the Staff Sentinel’s skull hard enough to leave it reeling. Its control over the lesser dead flickered with it. Bones that had been pulling themselves back together only moments before collapsed into stillness again, their reassembly interrupted.
At the front, Talos and Xian-Fu kept the remaining guardians from ever reclaiming the field. The spear-bearing sentinel, caught between brute force and the tigress’ punishing blade, gave way first. Its frame, already weakened by the earlier exchange, splintered under the renewed assault and dropped in a clatter of broken ribs and loose weapon haft. The sword-bearing sentinel lasted only a breath longer. Forced to divide its attention between Astra’s advance and the pressure bearing down from Talos, it lost the exchange decisively, its battered frame finally shattered and sent across the stone in a spray of bone fragments.
That left only the Staff Sentinel.
Silas’ decision to close the distance turned the room against it. When he appeared nearer the clustered dead and unleashed radiant magic into the knot around the caster, the effect was immediate and devastating. Lesser skeletons caught in the blast did not merely break. They burned away. Whole sections of the swarm vanished into ash and scorched fragments, leaving nothing for the sentinel’s magic to reclaim and stripping away what little protection it had left.
Then Taotie’s beam cut through what remained.
Already cracked by Astra’s impact, rattled by Percival’s shot, and exposed by Silas’ radiance, the Staff Sentinel could not withstand the final strike. The gathered necrotic glow at the crest of its staff sputtered once, twice, then failed outright. Fractures of pale light spread through its frame. The staff slipped from its fingers. A heartbeat later, the whole thing collapsed inward and fell apart in a rush of ash and splintered bone.
With the caster destroyed, the rest of the chamber died with it.
The remaining lesser undead froze where they stood. Some still had rusted swords half-raised. Others were mid-lunge, fingers hooked like claws. Then whatever force had bound them together simply vanished. One after another, they came apart and fell in heaps across the floor, no longer soldiers, no longer sentries, only dead things once more.
Silence rushed in after the violence.
Dust and pale ash drifted slowly through the blue rune-light. Cracks spread across the chamber floor where heavy blows had struck. Broken weapons and collapsed bones littered the room from end to end. At the far side of it all, the heavy stone door remained standing, no longer guarded.
This time, when approached, it did not resist.
The runes etched into the frame dimmed as the last of the necrotic magic bled out of the room. With a deep grinding groan, the door shifted open just enough to reveal the small chamber beyond. It was not another battlefield, nor some deeper winding corridor, but a sealed cache. An old vault. Time and dust had touched everything within, but not enough to ruin it.
Inside waited the dungeon’s first reward: a modest hoard left behind by whatever forgotten hand had built this place. A small chest of old coin. Several pieces of aged jewelry set with still-bright stones. Two intact mana crystals resting on a carved pedestal. And beside them, wrapped in rotted cloth but spared the worst of age, a single relic fit to be catalogued and carried back to the Guild.
Nothing in the chamber stirred.
No hidden roar answered them. No second wave came shambling from the dark.
Only the quiet weight of the dungeon remained, and the creeping awareness that the fight had cost time, strength, and blood enough for one delve.
For a first descent, it was more than enough.
The dead had been put down. The prize had been claimed. And with the chamber secured and the path beyond still unknown, the wisest course was no longer deeper glory, but a safe return to the surface with proof of what had been won.
✦ Narrator ✦ — "The dungeon would wait. The living had earned the right to leave it behind for a day."
Location: North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1
Time: Morning
The chamber broke all at once.
Astra’s charge, slowed though it was by grasping hands and dragging bone, still hit like a battering ram when it finally reached the rear of the formation. The lesser skeletons clinging to her were turned from hindrance into ammunition, smashed bodily into the knot of undead gathered around the Staff Sentinel. The cocoon of bones meant to shield it caved inward under the impact, and the sentinel itself staggered beneath the blow, its spell faltering as the gathered necrotic energy rippled out of control.
That opening was all the others needed.
Percival’s steady gunfire had already battered the rear line and kept the caster under constant pressure. The last shot, angled off stone with unnerving precision, struck true through the chaos and cracked the Staff Sentinel’s skull hard enough to leave it reeling. Its control over the lesser dead flickered with it. Bones that had been pulling themselves back together only moments before collapsed into stillness again, their reassembly interrupted.
At the front, Talos and Xian-Fu kept the remaining guardians from ever reclaiming the field. The spear-bearing sentinel, caught between brute force and the tigress’ punishing blade, gave way first. Its frame, already weakened by the earlier exchange, splintered under the renewed assault and dropped in a clatter of broken ribs and loose weapon haft. The sword-bearing sentinel lasted only a breath longer. Forced to divide its attention between Astra’s advance and the pressure bearing down from Talos, it lost the exchange decisively, its battered frame finally shattered and sent across the stone in a spray of bone fragments.
That left only the Staff Sentinel.
Silas’ decision to close the distance turned the room against it. When he appeared nearer the clustered dead and unleashed radiant magic into the knot around the caster, the effect was immediate and devastating. Lesser skeletons caught in the blast did not merely break. They burned away. Whole sections of the swarm vanished into ash and scorched fragments, leaving nothing for the sentinel’s magic to reclaim and stripping away what little protection it had left.
Then Taotie’s beam cut through what remained.
Already cracked by Astra’s impact, rattled by Percival’s shot, and exposed by Silas’ radiance, the Staff Sentinel could not withstand the final strike. The gathered necrotic glow at the crest of its staff sputtered once, twice, then failed outright. Fractures of pale light spread through its frame. The staff slipped from its fingers. A heartbeat later, the whole thing collapsed inward and fell apart in a rush of ash and splintered bone.
With the caster destroyed, the rest of the chamber died with it.
The remaining lesser undead froze where they stood. Some still had rusted swords half-raised. Others were mid-lunge, fingers hooked like claws. Then whatever force had bound them together simply vanished. One after another, they came apart and fell in heaps across the floor, no longer soldiers, no longer sentries, only dead things once more.
Silence rushed in after the violence.
Dust and pale ash drifted slowly through the blue rune-light. Cracks spread across the chamber floor where heavy blows had struck. Broken weapons and collapsed bones littered the room from end to end. At the far side of it all, the heavy stone door remained standing, no longer guarded.
This time, when approached, it did not resist.
The runes etched into the frame dimmed as the last of the necrotic magic bled out of the room. With a deep grinding groan, the door shifted open just enough to reveal the small chamber beyond. It was not another battlefield, nor some deeper winding corridor, but a sealed cache. An old vault. Time and dust had touched everything within, but not enough to ruin it.
Inside waited the dungeon’s first reward: a modest hoard left behind by whatever forgotten hand had built this place. A small chest of old coin. Several pieces of aged jewelry set with still-bright stones. Two intact mana crystals resting on a carved pedestal. And beside them, wrapped in rotted cloth but spared the worst of age, a single relic fit to be catalogued and carried back to the Guild.
Nothing in the chamber stirred.
No hidden roar answered them. No second wave came shambling from the dark.
Only the quiet weight of the dungeon remained, and the creeping awareness that the fight had cost time, strength, and blood enough for one delve.
For a first descent, it was more than enough.
The dead had been put down. The prize had been claimed. And with the chamber secured and the path beyond still unknown, the wisest course was no longer deeper glory, but a safe return to the surface with proof of what had been won.
✦ Narrator ✦ — "The dungeon would wait. The living had earned the right to leave it behind for a day."
𝓘𝔃𝔃𝔂
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"Oi! Fochin' bawls!"
Izzy gave an animated start as Ool spoke. She jerked her head back, staggering a step or two away before glancing sharply toward Aren.
"Oi, boyo, ye'r seein' th' bird talk too, aye?"
She looked back toward Ool and Neo, narrowing her eyes.
"Ain' tha' a fochin' riot."
A loud snort followed as she hooked a thumb into her belt loop, straightening up again though she kept a noticeable bit of distance from the owl now.
She listened as the two of them spoke, her expression shifting between amused and mildly put upon.
When the suggestion came that she join the strange three-eyed girl, Izzy let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
"No' givin' me much te' work with 'ere… but aye, alright. Ah'll go… wit' th' er… creepy lass."
She muttered under her breath as she stepped forward, swiping the black orb from Neo with practiced ease. The motion was smooth, familiar like she'd lifted more valuable things under worse circumstances.
She turned the orb once in her hand before stuffing it into a pouch at her side.
Then, just as quickly, her demeanor shifted.
A practiced smile slipped into place as she turned toward Marrion, golden eyes dragging slowly up and down her form with open, unabashed curiosity.
"Right'o… name's Izzy. Yew ah… ye got a plan already? Flyin', is it?"
She tilted her head slightly, one brow lifting.
"Ain' done much o' that… but ah'm good at talkin', startin' fights… even singin' an' a little dancin'."
A grin tugged at the corner of her lips sharp, playful, and just a touch dangerous.
𝓘𝔃𝔃𝔂
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There was a second, where Izzy froze. She'd almost forgotten why she'd taken a liking to the boy in the first place. She let out a loud chuckle, wrapping her arm around the mans shoulder in a light jostling squeeze, before she pat him once more a bit roughly and released him.
"Aye, aye. Keep et comin' boyo. Ye' know ah love tae hear et."
Her lips curled in an almost feline grin before her golden eyes slid toward the rest of the gathered crew, taking them in one by one with a lazy sort of interest.
They lingered a second longer on the strange, three-eyed figure. Her gaze narrowing just slightly.
When talk turned to plans, distractions and sneaking; she gave a slow nod. Rolling her shoulders as if loosening something beneath the surface.
"Aye… sa' what's yer plan wit' th' distraction then? Ah'm real good at makin' folk look th' wrong way."
She sauntered toward Neo, boots crunching softly against the scorched ground. Her attention flicked to the owl perched on his shoulder, and without much ceremony she lifted a finger toward it, hovering just shy of its beak.
"An' what's this then, eh? Th' real brains o' th' outfit?"
The newly made clearing erupted into motion.
Youko was the first up to bat. Rushing excitedly past Yume towards the strange entity. She struck out gleefully. Her claws met the beings arm, as it was brought up to block the attack. Then with a slight narrowing of its eyes, it thrust Youko back several feet with a brutal shove from its arm that she'd just wounded. Its head rolled to the side slightly, as if something had been knocked loose and it couldn't sit up straight anymore.
Next Yumi swung in for a sweep with her scythe. Her weapon met air as it ducked down with deceptive speed. Its torso and spine cracking as it bent in half to avoid being hit.
As Yumi landed from her attack, settling beside Yukan, with Yume standing behind her; it began to snap itself back together. A terrible cracking noise with several wet pops, ensued. Within seconds it was whole again and raising what appeared to be a frozen blade above its head as it charged towards Yumi.
However it was intercepted as the menace with antlers barreled into it. The commander was shoved a foot before it reached up and grabbed hold of her antlers. Shoving her to the side and letting her tumble. The wolf that had followed her leapt up at him, snarling as it raised its sword to try and slice at the prone Moo. Biting down on the hand that held the frostblade. The commander let out a grating screech, like two metal sheets scraping against each other. Then with a fling of its arm, Hiruqs large wolf body went sailing through the air.
From the village side, the battlefield changed.
The last of the fallen were burning now.
What had once been a scattered effort had become coordinated and complete. Torches pressed into unmoving forms, flames fed with gathered wood, bodies reduced before they could rise again. The screeches had lessened, then thinned, then stopped altogether in those places where the fire had done its work.
Smoke curled upward in dark ribbons, carrying with it the thick, cloying scent of burned rot.
Rextelian and Aya each moved with the soldiers to finish off the last of the undead staggering around and burn them. Before they started making their way towards the clearing that held the center of attention now.
Behind Yumi and Yukan, Yume stood next to Nemuru. The mother looked down at her daughter with an expression of guilt and consideration. As if she were deciding how best to explain her reasons. She sighed after a moment, glancing at the violent scene of those fighting before them.
"I promise...I've always wanted to be able to tell you...and be with you. I've always been so proud of you. But right now doesn't seem like the right time. Perhaps it would be better to finish this thing off...?"
TLDR:
Youko landed a strike on the commanders arm, but got shoved back. Half a point of damage taken. (doesn't count as a full point of HP unless struck again) Yumis attack did not land. The commander tried to attack her but was intercepted by Moo. Who was then grabbed by the antlers and thrown down. Hiruq jumped up to bite the commanders hand so he couldn't attack Moo while she was prone.He got thrown.
The swarm of lesser wights is dwindling and basically gone and those that chose to burn the bodies have just about successfully done so.
Use this round to try and team up and finish the big bad off together. Feel free to plot and plan.
Or just go ham and everyone do your own thing. We'll make it work.
Youko was the first up to bat. Rushing excitedly past Yume towards the strange entity. She struck out gleefully. Her claws met the beings arm, as it was brought up to block the attack. Then with a slight narrowing of its eyes, it thrust Youko back several feet with a brutal shove from its arm that she'd just wounded. Its head rolled to the side slightly, as if something had been knocked loose and it couldn't sit up straight anymore.
Next Yumi swung in for a sweep with her scythe. Her weapon met air as it ducked down with deceptive speed. Its torso and spine cracking as it bent in half to avoid being hit.
As Yumi landed from her attack, settling beside Yukan, with Yume standing behind her; it began to snap itself back together. A terrible cracking noise with several wet pops, ensued. Within seconds it was whole again and raising what appeared to be a frozen blade above its head as it charged towards Yumi.
However it was intercepted as the menace with antlers barreled into it. The commander was shoved a foot before it reached up and grabbed hold of her antlers. Shoving her to the side and letting her tumble. The wolf that had followed her leapt up at him, snarling as it raised its sword to try and slice at the prone Moo. Biting down on the hand that held the frostblade. The commander let out a grating screech, like two metal sheets scraping against each other. Then with a fling of its arm, Hiruqs large wolf body went sailing through the air.
From the village side, the battlefield changed.
The last of the fallen were burning now.
What had once been a scattered effort had become coordinated and complete. Torches pressed into unmoving forms, flames fed with gathered wood, bodies reduced before they could rise again. The screeches had lessened, then thinned, then stopped altogether in those places where the fire had done its work.
Smoke curled upward in dark ribbons, carrying with it the thick, cloying scent of burned rot.
Rextelian and Aya each moved with the soldiers to finish off the last of the undead staggering around and burn them. Before they started making their way towards the clearing that held the center of attention now.
Behind Yumi and Yukan, Yume stood next to Nemuru. The mother looked down at her daughter with an expression of guilt and consideration. As if she were deciding how best to explain her reasons. She sighed after a moment, glancing at the violent scene of those fighting before them.
"I promise...I've always wanted to be able to tell you...and be with you. I've always been so proud of you. But right now doesn't seem like the right time. Perhaps it would be better to finish this thing off...?"
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TLDR:
Youko landed a strike on the commanders arm, but got shoved back. Half a point of damage taken. (doesn't count as a full point of HP unless struck again) Yumis attack did not land. The commander tried to attack her but was intercepted by Moo. Who was then grabbed by the antlers and thrown down. Hiruq jumped up to bite the commanders hand so he couldn't attack Moo while she was prone.He got thrown.
The swarm of lesser wights is dwindling and basically gone and those that chose to burn the bodies have just about successfully done so.
Use this round to try and team up and finish the big bad off together. Feel free to plot and plan.
Or just go ham and everyone do your own thing. We'll make it work.
A young woman with tan sun kissed skin stalked across the rolling scorched hills. Shoulder length brown hair falling in wavy cascades around her face. A few braided seashells dangling near her temple and ears, clinking with each step. She wore a white blouse, with tan slacks. Black boots that met her calves. And a jacket and captains hat that seemed just a touch too large. She approached the gathering under the tree with a smirk. Lifting a canteen from her hip, she unscrewed it and studied each of them as thew talked amongst themselves. Her golden eyes scanning them.
When her eyes fell on Aren, she grinned. Moving to stand next to the man and clap a hand on his back with a grin.
"Oi! Din'think ah'd be gettin' tae work witcyeh again sah soon! 'Ere 'ave ah swig! Fer good luck!" She chuckled, shoving her flask into Arens face. She looked across to the others as she tried to force the young man to drink.
"Oi! Sa' whats th'idea then? We're tryin'tae bust in there? Er sneak?" Her eyes fell onto Neo, having pegged his quiet countenance as the planner and instigator of this plan.
When her eyes fell on Aren, she grinned. Moving to stand next to the man and clap a hand on his back with a grin.
"Oi! Din'think ah'd be gettin' tae work witcyeh again sah soon! 'Ere 'ave ah swig! Fer good luck!" She chuckled, shoving her flask into Arens face. She looked across to the others as she tried to force the young man to drink.
"Oi! Sa' whats th'idea then? We're tryin'tae bust in there? Er sneak?" Her eyes fell onto Neo, having pegged his quiet countenance as the planner and instigator of this plan.
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The eastern approach did not hold for long.
Flame rolled outward in a widening arc from Yukans techniques, heat distorting the falling snow as it surged across the open ground. The foremost cluster of wights was caught in it fully. Dry sinew and rotted cloth ignited almost instantly, bodies collapsing into one another as the fire consumed what little held them upright. Several fell and did not rise again, their forms blackening and splitting as the flames took hold.
There were a few soldiers of Nan Gau that were hesitantly grabbing corpses from around Youko. Dragging them towards a pile that was being set alight with the torches. Commander Rextelian grimaced slightly as he watched the felines madness. Quickly turning his attentions back towards commanding the flow of the battle. His eyes searching for the one holding the strings.
“Burn everything that falls,” he called out, louder this time.
“No exceptions.”
Aya moved with him, already ahead of the order.
The red haired kitsune darted between soldiers with quick, efficient steps, a torch in one hand and blade in the other. Where something twitched, she was there. Where something tried to rise, she ended it. Her movements were sharp, practiced, and entirely without hesitation.
One wight managed to surge up in front of her, jaws snapping wide. Her blade took its head cleanly.
Itsy, KaMaras, and Varius's efforts won out for the most part. The trickle of wights that had been shambling in had grown to something manageable. And close to finished off. It almost seemed as if the battle was coming to an end.
Hiruq tore into another wight, as he fought alongside Moo. Snarling and ripping its head off. Several of the mabaroshi warriors also fought, though they all remained in their humanoid forms. The wolf chuffed, blue and gold eyes on Moo for a solid two seconds, before he bounded towards the next wight within reach. A Few of the warriors around them grabbed torches and started setting fire to what the pair left behind.
Just a little ways off; just far enough to be out of sight and ear shot, Yume met with her maker. Nemurus eyes widened slightly at Yumes outburst. But her eyes softened and she smiled endearingly.
"Oh sweet girl...I'm so sorry...I really wanted to be..but...And I know. I know you tried. I watched you. But I couldn't leave before. But now I can!" She smiled excitedly. The smile faltered only slightly as Yume pulled away and called the staff to her.
As the silver haired fae called her magic forth the power gathered around her at first. In a swirling shifting cloud of refracted light hat hovered above her. But it spread out quickly, shooting out towards the area that Yume had focused. And once it reached the limit of its expanse, it rained down beams of light that shot down in like burning rain.
For those within the village of Nan-Li, finishing off the wights that remained from the sudden surge; there was a strange vision to behold. Just a short distance away, above the thicket of the forest that surrounded the village mountainside, was a strange cloud. It was glowing, as if made of light, shifting with refracted colors. It spread across the forest in a singular direction, and almost spread out towards the village.
Since Yumi had been looking in that direction to keep an eye out for the troublesome Yume, she was the first to notice the cloud. And perhaps the first to see Yume standing in the sudden clearing that had been razed.
Beams of light fell down from the cloud above and burned down a good section of the forest, and a few outlying cabins. When the hellfire finally stopped, Yume was revealed to be standing with her staff pointed in the general direction of a charred form standing some distance away.
It was a heap of charred remains, but it twitched. Once, Twice. Then suddenly an arm reached up from beneath the pile of charred remains. It seemed the wight commander had taken refuge under the corpse of the undead horse it had ridden. It stood now, drawing its sword. Hollow blue eyes burning with a deadly vengeance. Its jaw unhinged, muscley sinew visibly cracking in the cold as it screeched and ran forward towards Yume.
Nemuru clapped her hands together with an excited sound.
"Oh! That's my Girl! You're so amazing!"
Flame rolled outward in a widening arc from Yukans techniques, heat distorting the falling snow as it surged across the open ground. The foremost cluster of wights was caught in it fully. Dry sinew and rotted cloth ignited almost instantly, bodies collapsing into one another as the fire consumed what little held them upright. Several fell and did not rise again, their forms blackening and splitting as the flames took hold.
There were a few soldiers of Nan Gau that were hesitantly grabbing corpses from around Youko. Dragging them towards a pile that was being set alight with the torches. Commander Rextelian grimaced slightly as he watched the felines madness. Quickly turning his attentions back towards commanding the flow of the battle. His eyes searching for the one holding the strings.
“Burn everything that falls,” he called out, louder this time.
“No exceptions.”
Aya moved with him, already ahead of the order.
The red haired kitsune darted between soldiers with quick, efficient steps, a torch in one hand and blade in the other. Where something twitched, she was there. Where something tried to rise, she ended it. Her movements were sharp, practiced, and entirely without hesitation.
One wight managed to surge up in front of her, jaws snapping wide. Her blade took its head cleanly.
Itsy, KaMaras, and Varius's efforts won out for the most part. The trickle of wights that had been shambling in had grown to something manageable. And close to finished off. It almost seemed as if the battle was coming to an end.
Hiruq tore into another wight, as he fought alongside Moo. Snarling and ripping its head off. Several of the mabaroshi warriors also fought, though they all remained in their humanoid forms. The wolf chuffed, blue and gold eyes on Moo for a solid two seconds, before he bounded towards the next wight within reach. A Few of the warriors around them grabbed torches and started setting fire to what the pair left behind.
╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝
Just a little ways off; just far enough to be out of sight and ear shot, Yume met with her maker. Nemurus eyes widened slightly at Yumes outburst. But her eyes softened and she smiled endearingly.
"Oh sweet girl...I'm so sorry...I really wanted to be..but...And I know. I know you tried. I watched you. But I couldn't leave before. But now I can!" She smiled excitedly. The smile faltered only slightly as Yume pulled away and called the staff to her.
As the silver haired fae called her magic forth the power gathered around her at first. In a swirling shifting cloud of refracted light hat hovered above her. But it spread out quickly, shooting out towards the area that Yume had focused. And once it reached the limit of its expanse, it rained down beams of light that shot down in like burning rain.
╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝
For those within the village of Nan-Li, finishing off the wights that remained from the sudden surge; there was a strange vision to behold. Just a short distance away, above the thicket of the forest that surrounded the village mountainside, was a strange cloud. It was glowing, as if made of light, shifting with refracted colors. It spread across the forest in a singular direction, and almost spread out towards the village.
Since Yumi had been looking in that direction to keep an eye out for the troublesome Yume, she was the first to notice the cloud. And perhaps the first to see Yume standing in the sudden clearing that had been razed.
Beams of light fell down from the cloud above and burned down a good section of the forest, and a few outlying cabins. When the hellfire finally stopped, Yume was revealed to be standing with her staff pointed in the general direction of a charred form standing some distance away.
It was a heap of charred remains, but it twitched. Once, Twice. Then suddenly an arm reached up from beneath the pile of charred remains. It seemed the wight commander had taken refuge under the corpse of the undead horse it had ridden. It stood now, drawing its sword. Hollow blue eyes burning with a deadly vengeance. Its jaw unhinged, muscley sinew visibly cracking in the cold as it screeched and ran forward towards Yume.
Nemuru clapped her hands together with an excited sound.
"Oh! That's my Girl! You're so amazing!"
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