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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Octavia was overly eager to play fetch with Nick. Not only did she steal a stick from Augusta, but she also knocked all the others out of the pit she dug. The elven beauty sighed and hung her head a small bit. "Yes, yes. Have fun while I prepare camp so you don't freeze at night." She mentioned, only slightly irritated at it. Octavia was still technically a puppy she supposed, so there was much energy to be had. "Nick, please just keep her entertained for a bit."

The woman continued with her preparing. She set the sticks in a way that would easily allow the fire to breath and brought a small flick of fire to her finger, tossing it into the pit and catching one of the sticks. Luckily, they seemed to be mostly dry. She went about to gather up some logs using her previously considered "blasting a small tree apart" strategy. Luckily, a good target was nearby so it didn't take too long to gather up a couple of logs quickly. She set them near enough the pit it was easy to add, but not near enough to let them accidently catch fire. The last thing she did.... She found some fairly straight sticks and a sharp rock. They needed to cook the food if Isidore and Donovan found meat. A stick should serve just fine for now. It's not like that had a pot or anything. She just needed to sharpen some sticks so they could cook over the fire.

Now, she just needed those two to come back with the food... "Where the hell are they?" Did they fall to some forest beasts? No. Neither of those two seemed like they'd fail to fight a couple of beasts from the forest. She sat on the nearby rock, tending the fire.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta giggled at how unamused Nick seemed about her comment. It was worth seeing how people reacted to her saying that. Still though, perhaps she should figure out how to drain others of mana or whatever it was that the stone had done to her. Nick seemed like a fairly genuine guy and it'd be better to have more firepower than less in the situation they were in. Perhaps he would more easily understand how to manipulate the forces of magic if he truly felt it.

Also, however, that could wait. There were more important things to do for the moment. She was sure Donovan and Isidore would bring food of some sort back so they needed a fire of sorts. She just needed some logs and sticks. First thing first though. A small dirt pit. She thought on the issue for a second. What would be the best solution. There was no shovel among them and she wasn't sure quite what to do with magic to turn the soil. She put a hand to her chin and thought for a second before looking over at Nick and Octavia. Wait, Octavia! A smirk crossed her face as she walked the small distance to Nick and Octavia.

"If you both want to play, that's fine. But I ask one thing of Octavia first!" The elfen woman looked down at the demon dog and pet her. "Octavia, can I have you dig a small dirt hole for me? Since those two are out there getting food, I figured we should get a fire to cook said food ready. And prepare a watch schedule. Anyhow, I'm going to collect some sticks and other things. I'll be back in a little bit. Shouldn't take long at all." She mentioned. Sticks shouldn't be a problem. If she needed logs, she could probably blast a small tree with her Magic Missle to break it well enough. Then, after her collection, if Octavia had made a fire pit, she could easily toss in the sticks and logs, maybe some leaves and start a fire with her magic. She had a plan, if nothing else.

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.