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Hunger often made for the best seasoning. The monkey meat had been seasoned with nothing more than prayers and smoke, yet Renauld couldn't stop eating his share. Even if it was overcooked to the point of being brown throughout, the mage's day had been too long for him to care. Even if it was gristly, dry, bland, and tough, it was still delicious. His body, however, wasn't quite as well as satiated as his stomach. Despite warming by the fire as often as he did, it did little to help the days worth of sweat that had clung to his body. His wool undergarments were in a constant state of uncomfortably sour. The cold did little to clean his clothes.

When Argen announced that he was going off to the hot spring, Renauld got up and gave him a solemn nod. Tithemal really wasn't a danger to cowards like them. Unless he left and the party got attacked by the local wildlife, they'd be fine.
Master OwO will have to wait until my next post, or for a collab, before I do anyting to/with/for Dahlia though, I'm afraid.


boss

you just said the magic words

I'll just have to put a restriction on the life-drain ability, though. It's a bit much if she can perpetually heal and gain energy, so I would say that it should be something like an adrenaline boost. Draining the energy doesn't actually heal or nourish her, but numbs pain and allows her to push herself beyond limits.


Mm, I changed it a bit. The original power archetype was supposed to be more like a drain tank, but now it's more of an adrenaline boost. I changed the flavour a bit, though. Because her entire shtick is absorption (for lack of a better word), it wouldn't make sense for her to not use the enemy's energy. Now she weakens the enemy a bit and stuffs herself full of energy, but it leaks out and she is hit with the rebound when it wears off. Basically, she's forced to constantly drain and, so long as she drains, will go from boost to boost. When it finally runs out, she'll crash and feel the full force of what she did.

Haha. The final ability is fine as long as there is also a major crash for burning all her energy... Though have you read Mistborn? Look up Feruchemy. It might give you some ideas. I like her backstory quite a lot. Must be hard for a disowned hunter to make their way in the world.


Haven't read mistborn. Feruchemy isn't exactly what I'm looking for, since it seems to be all about investment and my gal's power is all about appropriation.

also thanks my girl survives on convenience store lunches and the pity of her eldest sister
It hurt. That familiar pain had returned. Mari had not felt it in a long time; waking up with open wounds hadn't happened to her since she ran away. She opened her eyes. It was dark and suffocating. Not an unfamiliar feeling. Slight gaps let enough light in for Mari to see one thing in the death basket: a photo. Meaningless shapes came to form as she began to recognize familiar features. Sho, the words refused to escape her lips. It was a photo taken of him not knowing. Why? Why? For what reason? Why? He had nothing to do with this. It was self-defense. He didn't do anything wrong. He deserved to remain unknown. Why was there this photo of him?

Deep breaths.

Now wasn't the time to panic. Panicking didn't help anything. It was better to wait and think about it. Let it blow over first. Figure out what was going on first. Noises from outside? Voices? There were other people.

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For better or worse, she wasn't alone. Judging by their confusion, they were just as lost as she was. She looked to the pain. A 1 had been carved into the back of her hand, blood staining both the coffin she resided in and her clothes. Her skull ached, but she couldn't feel any wound there. She patted herself down. No phone, no keys, no pills. She was completely barren of any meaningful possessions. She grabbed hold of the bloody nail holding the photo of Sho and pulled. It, along with the photo, detached from the wood. Both of them went into her pocket.

It was more or less time to leave her box. Carefully, she placed each hand to one side of the box and pushed with all of her might. The lid didn't move. She slid her hands to the other side and pushed. Greeted by the sudden burst of light, her eyes instinctively shut. She rose from the box and slowly opened her eyes. 7 boxes, 5 of which were open with people nearby. Greetings were meaningless. There was no reason to converse. Instead, Mari looked at the writing on the wall. Rules for a game? A terrible one, no less.
The market was impressive. So many people gathered in such a place! It was quite an amazing sight! No amount of literature could quite encapsulate the bizarre beauty of the market. People haggled on the spot looking for the best deal possible. Occasionally, a merchant would be walked out on by the customer, only to begrudgingly sigh and yell for them to come back. Really, Dahlia would have been in an amazing mood, save for one thing.

The market was filthy.

People meant filth, therefore it was only logical for the market to be practically untouchable. Thankfully, Dahlia wore enough layers to keep the gross at bay. She would, however, ensure that these clothes were to be burned when she took them off. There was no saving them in her mind. Even though she had come to the markets to get supplies for her grand adventure, her attempts at acquiring gear was... less than successful?

The merchants and peddlers who haggled with regular folk had no real clue what Dahlia was talking about. For the peddlers who looked nice enough that Dahlia could buy things without judgement, they had to deal with the librarian's utter disrespect to established haggling procedure. Dahlia would offer a completely random number of valis for something or offer some bizarre item in lieu of cash. After the third offer, Dahlia would often be "referred" to another peddler, as the original seller had barely any patience for her.

Time passed and Dahlia hadn't bought a single item. To escape the overwhelming noise of the market, Dahlia snuck into an alley away from the chaotic market. Taking a nice place behind some old, busted boxes (her clothes were most definitely getting burned before she slept), she could rest. There, she could finally have some peace of mind. But rather than the murmurs of a distant market, she heard a conversation of two people further in the alleyway.

"Are you sure that she'll be there?" One asked, his gruff voice was barely audible.

"'Course. That girl's brand new. Reaaaaaal cocky. Gonna storm down much lower floor than she should." The second replied. It was apparent that the two of them were (thankfully) walking the other way.

"...Right, we can wait nearby an' getter with..." The first voice became inaudible.

"Such a sha... that girl's... a fine... get... coochie..." A few choice words by the second were occasionally audible.

Get coochie? What was that? Sure, there was a decently long gap between the two words, but Dahlia's mind was already set on coochie being something the two of them were trying to get. What was this mythical coochie, anyways? Well, whatever it was, it was sure to be something important! Without doubt, if Dahlia was to obtain it, that would easily be one of the achievements done for Athena.

Thus began Dahlia Pendragon and the quest for coochie. Whatever that was, anyways.
The ikemen paused when Ahmya unloaded a noble greeting. By the ephemeral look of surprise in his face, he certainly didn't expect such a woman to be a noble. As always, his reactions faded to a soft smile as he returned the greeting. Placing the metal hand over his heart, he lowered his head to Ahmya.

"Lord Siris Corbain, a pleasure to meet you," he introduced himself before switching to a considerably more informal tone. "Though, we aren't beholden to the court here. I'm not particularly one for formality, so speak whichever way is most comfortable. I'm sure your—" He glanced at the two oni. "—situation is quite complex."

Quickly, he became reabsorbed in his own thoughts, only snapping back to the conversation when Annalee introduced herself.

"Don't worry about the holes, please. That," he pointed to the large obelisk, "will fix it soon enough."

When Annalee asked to forage the land for herbs, Siris burst out in laughter. Struggling to stop himself, he looked away and covered his mouth with his left hand. He did a poor job, considering how his chuckles lasted for some time.

"Rather audacious, aren't you? Brazenly plucking through a duke's private lands for herbs," he teased Annalee, "go right ahead. Though, be careful about it. These lands are still the wilds. While monsters are often repelled, beasts are not. Wouldn't want to have an unfortunate encounter with a bear. Not even the wolves wish to encounter them."
The odd ikemen's behaviour was certainly carefree. Rather than be even more amazed at the fact that strangers plummeted to a meadow and lived, his initial childlike wonder had been replaced by pure amusement, if nothing else. One girl got a face full of petals and stems. Her shrieks of terror at being blinded gave the ikemen a quick chuckle. The total nonchalant attitude of the girl who spat out clumps of dirt was also worthy of a smile. The second smallest of them, a boy, spoke about what he had saw.

"A creepy skull person..."

For a brief moment, the smile on his face vanished as he became lost in thought. Just as quickly, he shook his head out of the sudden funk and regained a soft smile. As he saw the shirtless oni stretch towards the sky, his eyes opened as much as they could. A quick whistle escaped from his lips. The distinct weew noise.

But a fifth figure popped up from their crater. A female oni came out and, as soon as her feet met stable ground, she dropped forward. The ikemen paused for a moment before swinging one leg over the saddle and hopping onto the ground. He lowered himself, one knee on the ground, and outstretched a metal hand towards her.

"A hand, m'lad—"

"Young maaasssteeeer~~!!" A woman's voice called out from the treeline. Alongside the cracking of twigs and sticks, a woman barrelled out of the forest. Her extraordinarily long hair carried dozens of leaves and twigs within it. She huffed and puffed the second she entered the meadow. Unlike the man, she was fully armed with blade in hand and ivory-painted plate covering her body. Only catching her breath for a fraction of a second, she looked at the group before her. To one side, the ikemen and his horse. At his feet was a pale oni seeking comfort in the dirt. 5 craters littered the ground between the obelisk and the ikemen. People were in those craters, the most notable being the giant mass of muscle stretching upwards.

Wait, weren't those two oni?

"How... How dare you..." The woman's voice was filled with frustration and anger. Her face scrunched as she could barely contain her rage. "How dare you damage the young master's land and... And..." The second act was too terrible for her to speak. She could barely speak it out loud without the rage stopping her "force him on his knee! Get away from him, you ignorant cretin!" Charging forth with sword in hand, she dashed towards the neck of the sprawled out oni.

The smiling ikemen turned toward the woman. A single "eh" escaped from hips lips as a cold sweat ran down his brow.

"W-wait Yda!" He panicked as he stuttered out everything he could. "Don't! Stop! No! Bad!" His commands felt more as though he were speaking to a dog.

The woman, in almost comical fashion, sheathed her blade as she ran. She dropped to her knees, sliding on dew-covered grass until she came to a complete stop. Instantly, her upper body lurched forwards and she buried her skull into the ground. Her hands stretched in front of her. This was the legendary flying kowtow.

"M-my apologies young master! Please forgive this humble servant!"

The ikemen coughed, a hand covering his mouth as he looked away from the group. Regaining his composure, he turned back to the group. The same amiable smile on his face as always.

"Well then, what brings you to my lands?"

Out of anywhere to crash land, the party of five had crashed in front of the two largest idiots in the continent.


Well, even if he was a champion, the group was most likely safe. For someone as strong as the champion, he could have probably easily crushed the party in his birthday suit. Thankfully, Tithemal wasn't a cruel bastard. Rather, he was a warrior through and through. He wouldn't go out of his way to crush random strangers.

Maybe.

Renauld was putting all of his faith into Tithemal rather than his own party. After all, they wouldn't be able to best such a man. If Tithemal wanted them dead, they would be dead. That was all there was to it. It was best to just stay out of his way and try to finish the convoy. Renauld had few worries about letting the women in the party relax in the springs with such a man. At the end of the day, however, there was little reason to worry about them. In fact, the men had more to worry about. Ettamri was a walking hulk of destruction. She was with Katya and the rest, and they would be safe. Well, unless Muu and Ettamri decided to duke it out in front of the orc. The camping crew was considerably weaker than them. They lost 2/3s of the group's power. She was really a linchpin for the party. There was no point in thinking to deep about any of this, though. If something would happen, it would happen. That's all there was to it.

This time, the camp was considerably easier. Packing down snow and setting up tents at peak weather was easy. Much easier than building a hovel from scratch. Really, if they had the tents, why didn't they just do it the first time around? No sense dwelling on it. It was what it was. Even though he wasn't a hunter, the setup for the tents was easy. Just put up the supports, drape the tenting, and nail everything into the ground.

With Ettamri coming back without a worry, the others were most likely safe. There was still no reason for him to worry. For Renauld, a nice dinner and rest would make the arduous path they took bearable.
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