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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta spent a good minute looking at Octavia's status. Seed Carrier? Hmm. This was nothing to tell Isidore nor Donovan at the moment. Nick... Not him either, really, but the most he could do is mention something to the other two. Isidore didn't seem to like things that would put him in danger and Donovan had that purification magic. She could always lie, if need be. She was particularly adept at that from her prior life. For now, perhaps her best measure was finding a way to remove the seed from Octavia without hurting her more than necessary. If that plant thought it could one up her, then it had another thing coming!

Still, she had realized that Nick was talking to her. Oh, what did he mention? What should they do next? Did she have any tips? She gave a small, yet somewhat concerned looking smile. "What next? I would propose to find what civilization we can and hope we don't look too different from those native to the land here. And, umm, I suggest staying quiet about the giant plant thing until we know more about the local culture. Hell, I might have to find a way to make Octavia here a bit more... Natural?" She mentioned, struggling to find the words. "Perhaps there's magic to transmogrify a creature." She mused for a minute more and put a hand on Octavia's back to pet her some until she came back to... Whatever world it was they were on.

"And tips. Right. Hmm." The elf woman thought to herself. She gave him most of the information that she knew already. "Most of what I know came from experiencing the draining effect from that slab first hand. It's not too difficult to figure out the barest of ideas when you feel the energy being forced out of you." She pet Octavia, who was what she assumed was the one draining energy from her at the time. "It wasn't pleasant but I felt I had to overcome it. Perhaps I should try and drain all your magical energy and see if you can overcome me?" She teased. Augusta didn't feel confident doing that at all. She would be worried of accidently kill this young man. She wasn't so heartless she could actually kill someone.

About that time, however... She heard a call of sorts. From the direction that Isidore and Donovan went. Should she go to them? She stood and pondered. From her experience so far... Wouldn't she be more a hinderance than a help? "Hmm. For now, I suppose we'll hold down the camp." She mentioned to herself as she stared in the direction the call came from. "Perhaps you should try to practice your magic more, young man." She wasn't sure of his age, but she seemed like one of those long lived elves so it only felt fitting.

From the Ashes

Elma gave a nod of acknowledgement towards the village elder with his allowance of her dancing. Good. Now she just needed to plan a small bit and get everyone's attention later. Perhaps she could use Pyra's assistance later. It would be wonderful experience for them both and the town itself. How she wished it would cause them to have an annual festival where they all dance! Ahh, but perhaps she was getting ahead of herself there. The Elder seemed like Pyra's... enthusiasm has made an impression on him. Better than most of the other people they ran into atleast. He didn't seem to give her an odd glance or anything.

When they elder started speaking to someone behind them, Elma turned to see who he was speaking to. A woman. Nothing Elma really felt like mentioning specific about her. A traveler just like them? Well, it wasn't like she really had anything to say to this woman. After studying her for a small amount of time, she turned to her partner. "Well, Pyra. Did you want to ask around town? I'll go along with you if you want. I still need to figure out what I want to do for my performance. Of course, you're going to help with that too." The elf woman seemed very confident with that.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

As Augusta eased Nick's wounds, she looked it over once and gave a nod. Yes, while not perfect, it should probably heal just fine on it's own at this point. "I can only apply light amounts of triage and do small amounts of damage. I seem to amount to little more than a match at the moment, truthfully. Apparently, I couldn't even stop myself from getting stabbed in the side and remembering the past." The woman giggled sadly, her vision gazing towards the forest Isidore wandered into. It felt odd seeing a forest after all the time stuck in a dungeon.

"Anyhow. You want to learn magic? Very well." The elf held her hand out and showed Nick her actively forging a ball of magical energy in her hands. "The only reason I have an easy time is because of that pillar we pulled Octavia from. When I touched it, I could feel it pulling the magical energy from me. I can't replicate it so you'll just have to figure that out on your own, honestly. What I can tell you is you just have to feel the energy and try to push it out. I recommend the hands, personally. If you can give reason to it, you can make it so. For example, fire. If you have a grasp of physics from Earth, it helps." She snapped her fingers and a fire appeared at her finger tips.

"For example. Imagine, while expelling magic, of how to create a fire. Heat and oxygen and there." The fire at her fingertips grew some and then she extinguished it. "That's most of it. If I can, maybe I could learn the mana draining thing that stone tried to do and I could try it on you and you could be fully aware of it. I don't think I realized the magical potential was there until after I felt it being sucked out of me." The woman gave a small sigh. She cracked her neck and then her fingers. "Try working on getting a feel for your magical energy if you want to for now. I need to rest a bit." She mentioned, finding something to sit on.

"Come here, Octavia." She said, patting next to her, beckoning the demon dog over. "You need to rest too. I think you too more hits than I did even."

Fate/Eternum — Reboot

Mana was lucky. Her attack had sent the spirit rushing her flying and it got impaled by one of Suzuka's Noble Phantasm blades in mid-air. Mana was fairly freaked out now, worried about what could happen to her. Suzuka had jumped in so quickly and haphazardously that the girl wasn't sure what she could even do but watch at the moment. Her specialty laid in the creation of familiars so she found that there was little she could really do now. Rather than standing, she got to her hands and knees and crawled forward to the edge of the where she was so she could peek down at Suzuka and that Ballerina.

She wasn't really sure what was going on down there. Ghosts? Shadows? And... All the carnage... There was so much... No, that asn't important for now. She watched as the servant? that wasn't Suzuka or that Ballerina girl gathered together something from all the shadowy figures. She went silent as she was in awe of what was happening down below. Was there something she should be doing? No. She was fairly confident that there was very little she could do. For now, she should observe and trust in Suzuka's strength. That fox wouldn't be someone easy to kill!

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta followed along after she patched herself up. It still hurt in a way. Perhaps it was just a residual feeling... But it didn't feel good at all. Perhaps she was just remembering the pain that, at this point, felt so long ago. He held her side as the troupe pressed onward. She watched as the stone giant and the tendrils struggled with each other. She was glad they didn't have to run from that guardian giant at the moment. For most of the journey, she did her best not to make eye contact with either Donovan or Isidore. She felt awkward that she reacted a bit aggressively towards Donovan trying to help her. That didn't matter too much at the moment at least. They came to a slow at a forest finally.

It was something. A good change of pace from the original place they were. On the travel to where they were, she finally managed to remove her hand from where she was wounded. As the started to look around, they found a rather familiar face. "Nick?" She question, unsure if her eyes were seeing correctly, though, her Goddess' Eyes confirmed it was indeed Nick. "Hello again." She said, though she seemed a small bit colder than she had been before as she was still trying to process everything still. Despite him running from their escapade, it didn't seem like Augusta was upset with him or anything.

"After you left, we went into the depths of the complex. We made a deal with a demon for it's survival and a guaranteed escape for us. Well, it's species' survival?" Augusta questioned herself, since the giant plant they communicated with had ended itself in letting them escape. "Regardless, we escaped with it's seed and a new dog." She added, pointing to Octavia.

Then Isidore spoke up about testing her limits on Nick. She got a new ability didn't she? "Nick, I want you to trust me that you'll feel better. With all the black substance, we just need to be safe. It probably shouldn't hurt." The woman snapped her finger and a flame appeared at her fingers. She infused it with positive energies like she remembered and used it on Nick's wounds and the black substance, just to be safe. "It's a good healing technique, apparently."

From the Ashes

Elma put her hand over her heart and tilted her head down towards the old man. A greeting of sorts that her teacher had showed her to use when out and about. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Elmeria, please call me Elma. My friend is Pyra." The elf said, relaxing her stance after introducing the two of them.

"We both came here for separate reasons and I will let Pyra speak for herself. I'm traveling to share my love of dance with the world. For my part, I would greatly appreciate if your town would allow me to put on a show in the center of town. I'm a dancer, of course. Not to brag, but I like to consider myself very good." A small smile crossed her face for a second as she nodded at the man. The elf cleared her throat and looked at her partner. "Why exactly were you wanting to come here again?" She asked. It's not that she forgot but rather she didn't really pay attention in the first place so she was slightly curious since she was just standing there talking to this old man.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

As Augusta was finishing off the creature with Octavia, she felt a sharp, burning pain in her side. She cried out in pain, loudly. It was a sensation she had felt once before. The same one she had before she died. The only real difference is was the pain was in her side rather in the middle of her back. "AAAGGHHHH!" She cried out as the pain wracked through her. Soon enough, Donovan crumpled the creature that had wounded her and attempted to help her. She clenched her teeth as her arm was raised over Donovan's shoulder and her body weakly complied.

Thoughts were racing through her head, however. The memory of being stabbed back on Earth was fresh in her mind and it messed with her. It put her in a bad mental spot as she struggled with Donovan and freed herself of his grasp. There was a dislike in her for the feeling of helplessness she felt in a stranger trying to help her in this fashion. "Ugn... Unhand me!" She exclaimed pushing herself off of him and staggering a small bit, painfully groaning as she grasped at her wound. "Damn!" The elven woman complained loudly.

Despite the thoughts in her head, she couldn't help but marvel at the durability of this body. She took a stab wound that would have made her fall to the ground instantly in her previous life and was standing on her own somehow. If this continued, she would not be able to do anything besides be helped so in her head, she planned. She had used magic offensively so far. Firebolts, flamethrowers... Perhaps is could be used to mend her wound. She lightly stumbled again, brushing into the wall. It jostled her ever so slightly so she made a pained groan. This was fine.

From this position, she could place both hands on the wound and focus energies to it. She just had to think about what made wounds heal. She didn't know the technical process and terms behind it... But the body was made of cells that regenerated so if she just imagined that and focused her energies into where she was stabbed, perhaps she could lightly mend it, if not heal it.

From the Ashes

The last couple of weeks have been an interesting one for Elmeria. She was in a city, dancing on a stage and enjoying herself as normal. After she finished, she sat at a bench to rest a small bit when she was accosted by some bombastic girl. A mage of sorts and she asked Elma to be a traveling companion. Despite her astonishment, Elma agreed. It didn't matter too much to Elma who she traveled with so long as they weren't overly suspicious people. This Pyra girl was somewhat worrisome but seemed to be the safe type of person to travel with. Narcissistic people were easy enough to read anyhow and she trusted her idea of the girl's personality. Though, for the most part, she liked Pyra.

As they traveled, Pyra had mentioned a small town she wanted to visit for some reason or another. Truthfully, Elmeria didn't pay much attention to the why they were there, just that they were there. It was yet another chance for her to dance for people who have, in all likely-hood, never seen it before. "So, this is the town?" Elma asked as the come to the town proper after traversing the fields of grains and forest. It was much unlike anything she had seen in the desert. There was a small bit of awe on her face as she studied the area.

"Where did you want to start? I probably should ask the leader here if it would be fine for me to dance, rather than strangely start in the middle of town." The desert elf mentioned, trying to see if the leader was in sight. She had a mostly one track mind when it came to things like this. The town didn't seem a danger immediately, though the same probably couldn't be said about the surrounding forest and such. She was interested in what her traveling partner might say. Perhaps she had insight that Elma was not privy to.

From the Ashes

The Dancer Elf

• Name: Elmeria “Elma” Windrose
• Age: 27 Years
• Race: Elf
• Appearance:
  
  
• Personality: Elma keeps a calm face most of the time, showing little changes in expression when her mood changes. Like a small smile when she’s happy or a slightly upset frown when she’s mad. The exception to this is when she’s dancing and putting on a show. She shows a bright smile as she performs, dancing and swirling blades.
  
  As far as making a living goes, Elma dances as she wanders city to city though in some cities she’s more successful than others. She tends to be more than successful enough to make a living doing so, sharing her dancing with others.
  
  She also has a tendency to help out orphans and kids down on their luck.
• History:
  
  From a young age, Elmeria was an orphaned child. Her parents either abandoned her or died without her. She can hardly remember what it might of been. What she did remember was growing up in some elven desert city as a pickpocket with a number of other orphaned kids.
  
  They were rather successful at never being caught until one day. Elma was walking the streets and came upon a caravan. They had a couple of carts transporting goods through the city. She got a peak at the back of the furthest behind carts and noticed they had some nice shiny things inside. Curious, she got closer to see what it was. She hopped on the back and pulled herself up some to take a look.
  
  There were a number of golden items, any of which would be quite valuable. The thing that caught her eye, though, was a certain rose. Not that she knew what type of flower it was suppose to be. It’s petals were a green color and upon touching it, it seemed to be made of crystal. She pulled back and considered if she should take anything while she was here… But then she was pulled off quickly by a man in some light armor. One of the guards.
  
  After a gulp, she struggled, unable to really break free. He yelled some words at her, “We’ll see what the boss’ll do to you.” He said, irritated more than anything. Not sure who this “boss” was, she redoubled her efforts and managed to break free and started to make a run for it. She dove between the legs of one the other guards. Before long, she ran straight into someone! A woman this time.
  
  Elma crashed to the ground and her hand was quickly grabbed by the woman. “You’re quite nimble, aren’t you?” The woman mentioned. “If you don’t want me to turn you into the guards, you come with me.” She seemed insistent and… There were a bunch of guards around her… So she relented.
  
  They took her to a theatre and the woman invited her to join her School.
  
  “School? For what?”
  
  “Dancing.”
  
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  Years later, Elmeria was a flourishing dancer and got along with everyone at her school. But she wanted to travel. See the things the Lady of the school had mentioned seeing. So she prepared and eventually started to wander from town to town. Joining different caravans to travel the country to different races and spreading the love of her dancing.
• Abilities/Skills:
  
  -Elmeria is a very talented blade-dancer, useful both in performances and combat though she’s better at the performance aspect than the combat one.
  
  -Stealth and roguery are other skills Elmeria has. She’s by no means a master thief, but she could get by if she needed.
• Other:

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta was delighted the fireball seemed moderately effective against these creatures. Though she had not expected Octavia to take a slash from a creature. "Octavia!" She screamed as she heard the demon dog yipe, though she was quick to quiet as she saw the beast heal. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight and it dawned on her even more that this was another world from Earth. She clenched her teeth in anger and stepped forward.

She has figured out how to make a bolt of magical energy... And then, a bolt of fire... Now, maybe, she could spew fire out of her hand. She stood over the wretch that Octavia pulled down and pointed her hand out. If a bolt was gathering energy and firing it at once, maybe she could do the same thing but let it freely escape her hand. Just use the same mechanics she had used earlier to make it spew fire and aim it right at the head and shoulders of this wretch that was held down.