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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
"Huhm...so this is Hensia." Walking down the streets of the town, was a very clearly figure from out of town. Getting a temporary license was easy enough, with her Burial Agency credentials. Just some fact checking, verifying and otherwise just making sure everyone was doing their job. It was a quaint little place, certainly wasn't it? Definitely a far cry from the haunted forests of Fuso. She almost missed them, if she were to be honest. Which, she shouldn't. They weren't exactly places to take a leisurely stroll even if she found herself doing just that more often than not.
She bit into the apricot in her hand, the last of the fruit disappearing into her mouth before she tossed the cores to the side as she arrived at the site.
"Whew...thank goodness no one was hurt." She would idly comment, looking at the massive hole that had opened in the ground. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if someone had been in the building at the time. As she looked over the other gathered hunters, she would also notice something out of the ordinary.
What in the name of all that was holy was a child doing here?
"A...child going to hunt artifacts?" Mexiue would walk up to the pair. "My...children your age shouldn't be doing such dangerous things." She would say, though realizing she did in fact, probably do just as dangerous things when she was a kid. That did look to be an official license, though, just from a cursory glance. That did leave a bad taste in her mouth, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene about it. She doubted saying anything to that affect currently would help anyone. "Ah right...I should start with introductions. Meixue Yanqi from the Fuso Burial agency."
Fusang was not quite as she had expected. She had hoped it would be lively - and it was. With as many servants running around as there was, it was hard not to get word of something interesting or fun happening. If not, she usually just made her own fun. Picking up the guitar and just starting a random jam session on a street somewhere was always fun...and sometimes ended with having to make herself scarce. Some people just had no appreciation for talent. Or her good looks.
The servant at her side too, at least kept things interesting. She was a bit hesitant when she had summoned a berserker, having wanted someone a bit more musically inclined, but she couldn't deny Scylla at least made things fun more often than not.
Well, as long as she didn't let her get too carried away.
"Agh, ugh...man I need to stop staying up so late." She grumbled, yawning as she found herself in line. She adjusted the guitar case hanging from her shoulder. "Order anything ya want. I'm gonna get me a cheeseburger."
The mutated slime creature struck forwards, the slime’s weapon being weakly deflected off Narkissa’s blade. The force was such that she would stumble back slightly, her arms and muscles straining from the impact. She could take consecutive hits like that from this thing without putting herself in danger, likely.
Quickly thinking, and sensing she had quite likely received some sort of ‘power up’ Narkissa focused that energy within her once more. A precise attack, aimed at the slime creature’s ‘core’. Water gathered at the tip of the blade, coalescing into a single point...a thin stream of highly pressurized water launched towards the slime.
Near instantly the water cut through the slime, the creature gurgling and screaming in seeming discomfort as the water jet cut through it, taking some of its mass with it. At the same time though, it would lash out again, a tendril of the slime slamming against Narkissa’s side just as she said something about Novak being a coward, cutting off the end of her sentence as the force was enough to knock her to the ground, winded.
Strangely enough though, nothing felt broken or seriously injured...yet.
“Narkissa!”
Lazhira would help her to her feet again, concern clear on her face. She glanced at the slowly approaching slime, its body roiling again as it lashed out at the pair.
“...Ngh, okay. I didn’t want to do this. Don’t tell anyone I helped you though, got it!?” Lazhira took both her hands, a white ball of pure silvery white light forming in them. If Narkissa was paying attention, she would notice her eyes flash a similar color. She swung upwards. There was a crackling, sizzling as the creature immediately screeched in pain. Instead of hitting the two of them, it had instead hit a silvery, white hot barrier of some sort. It lasted only a few moments before fading. It recoiled from the attack, shuddering as it formed more tendrils.
“I’ll take care of the little ones, focus on the big guy! I-I’ll help if I can when its done!”
The creature was quickly reforming itself from its previous wound. Narkissa probably had to act fast if she wanted to permanently injure this creature.
Leannah, instead of taking a chance of getting lost, took more of the crystals that she could carry in her hands. Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind for anyone following her so they could easily do so. She walked down the corridor, curious, but not running after the figure she had seen. Who else would be down here after all? Surely it was just a trick of the mind...or perhaps, something, or someone more dangerous.
She found herself in an old library. Like before, most of the books seemed to be weathered and useless, though perhaps there would be something useful to find here. So she would start combing through the books. Most still legible were written in unfamiliar languages. Most of Tthe ones that were writing in something she could understand, weren’t preserved well enough to be of any use.
Maybe if she had Lazhira or someone that could maybe translate…
It was when she was going through a shelf near the entrance of the room, would she perhaps, regret her scholarly pursuits.
She reached for a book, and there was an audible click.
The room rumbled, quaking and moving as a massive stone slab rock fell from the ceiling, completely blocking off the hallway from the outside.
She was now trapped in here.
Instead of helping kill the monstrosity, Novak instead chose the intelligent option, to flee. He had no idea that Narkissa was being coerced to fight here, after all. Would he help even if he did? Perhaps, but that was neither here nor there. He would follow Leannah down the room, and find the same safety she had upon landing. He would bounce lightly as he landed, the soft pliable goop that served as the pits landing. Now that just left where had his feline friend had gone. Surely she hadn’t recklessly started exploring this level by herself, did she?
There was the grinding of stone on stone, something slamming shut.
...seems she might have. Seems she pilfered most of the sources of light from the room too. A trail of the same crystals led forward. He would have just enough time to see the stone wall slamming shut some door. Leaving him with just what seemed to be a kitchen, a bunk area, and the pedestal room...
Item Received: Kyr Reed An herb with mostly recreational uses. A plant with wide leaves bearing numerous fronds along its stem. While having no noticeable medicinal purposes, it relaxes one and slightly alters one's perception. Can be smoked or eaten normally. Only found in the forest in which the Kyrnith dwells.
The fawn that had been surprised at Misaki’s and Nobbus appearance, cautiously watched as the fox tailed girl retrieved the reeds. It didn’t seem hostile at all, and perhaps it might have crossed either of their minds this might be one of the ‘deer’ they weren’t supposed to bother. But why was it out of the grove, in that case? And surely this fawn couldn’t be dangerous to her.
In fact, the small animal seemed almost curious about her, too. It lowered its head, making a call that seemed curious and mildly upset, before sensing that at least Misaki had no intention of harming it. It however, looked to Nobunaga, noticing her weapons and backed off a bit more.
But it wouldn’t leave entirely, no. The moment they would start to leave, it would start following them too. Unless they purposefully interacted with it, they would find it slowly following them through the forest, though it would also cautiously take a few steps back whenever they attempted an approach.
Eventually, whenever they decided to move on they would find the ground beneath them sloping upwards. A hill gently raising above the forest floor, the undergrowth thinning out and eventually fading altogether, leaving just a snow covered ground beneath their feet. Eventually they would find what seemed to be their destination.
A shrine carved from stone, had been erected near a cluster of trees. It was a simple construction. A single slab of stone laying upon the ground and a second erected horizontally over it. A clay bowl was sitting on the one laying down, and small holes had seemingly been carved into the area next to it. Kyr Reed was growing from the base of it.
The party could see in the distance, more of those deer too. Fully grown, though most were paying them no mind. Oddly, an old wooden flute had also been left behind on the altar, though it seemed fairly old and likely it had been there for awhile.
A sense that they were being watched would emanate through the grove. The fawn that had followed them was still watching from a distance too.
“...ah?” Leuca looked at Isidore curiously as he cut himself off. She didn’t ask though, and merely nodded. She wasn’t going to be rude and ask questions of those who had saved her life. With a general plan in hand, Leuca would follow Augusta and Isidore both, giving a bit more information as they walked, making sure to stay out of sight of the Apostles as they headed for the pass.
“N-no...Sorcha is a human.” She would say, eating some of the rations. “Steineter...I think its the Elder Beast I-It’s the one I mentioned earlier I think. I heard my uncle and the dwarves that visited us once talk about it. It eats the stone and carves these huge tunnels within the mountain. It really bothers the dwarves a lot with its size and the fact it eats stone, ores, and gems...but I don’t know much else about it…”
She frowned under her hood.
“But...why is it out here if it normally lives in the mountain?” She’d question, though she had no answer. The trio would soon find the pass. It was the easiest path to walk through the mountains...at least until they found how exactly impassible it was.
The path was situated in a valley, peaks of rocks and snow reaching into the sky. Why exactly it was impassable, was quickly gathered. A massive avalanche had completely swallowed what was the safest path forwards. The storm too, had likely piled foot upon foot of snow within the valley creating this massive wall of snow that would impede any progress forward from this way. Certainly they could attempt to circumvent it, but the mountainous terrain full of loose snow, rocks, and who knew what else would likely make traveling fairly dangerous.
The storm once more crackled overhead, rumbling thunder and skies creating a biting wind.
More notable, though, were three bodies.
Covered by snow, their torsos barely just sticking out of a snow drift. They had met their ends violently, judging from the stab wounds upon their bodies. Curiously, if one were to check the wounds their flesh would be burned. A quick check of their equipment too revealed someone had already beaten them to the punch. Anything useful had been taken.
They were most likely apostles, which meant...either they had retrieved their fallen comrades equipment, or someone else had.
However -
Octavia began barking, growling, digging and pawing at the ground beneath their feet. The three of them could see the snow under Augusta’s feet shifting slightly. The elf would have only a few seconds to react or move before insectoid mandibles sprung up from the ground, attempting to grab her leg.
Several more started digging themselves out of the snow around them. About six in total, from what they could see, but they were still too buried to make out what they were entirely.
“The pair from Chagawa have taken interest in helping. I believe they said something about trying to meet the Kyrnith themselves...” He replied to Nicholas, thinking. “I believe little Lazhira also took a group to inspect the old temple, though I urge caution if you follow her there. Its a dangerous place, and with the wild life being agitated lately...”
Enli turned his gaze towards Donovan, who went on to clarify more of what Nicholas meant exactly by the village was going to ‘blow’. He frowned deeply upon having the information relayed to him.
“...are...you certain? That’s what it said?” Enli took a moment to collect himself, obviously disturbed by the information. He would then go on to relay a bit more information. “...While we primarily worshipped the God of Knowledge, we also knew of the other Gods as well. The Goddess of the Oceans, Delpithi as you may expect. Much of the old worlds history was lost, but what we know of her...is that the monstrosities once ravaged this land, and she and the Goddess of the Underworld, Rifelshka put them to rest. Rifelshka stealing their immortality and severing their souls, while Delpithi drowned their corpses beneath the ocean and the land.” He would respond to Donovan with a frown.
“If...there is something relating to them and the god of Knowledge seeking to do something with it...” He shook his head. “I can not help much, but I do have some money as well as some sway with some villagers. The workshop where Bolcha makes arms and weapons, as well as the fishermen. If you tell Bolcha Enli needs the work done quickly, he’ll get to it in no time..” Enli would walk over to a storage shelf, pulling out a box with several gold coins. He would gather them up in a small leather sack, and hand them to Donovan.
“I’ll relay this news to the other travelers if they are unsuccessful with their meeting.” He glanced to Nicholas. “To answer your other question though, Lady Mie is a trader from Chagawa. She comes every now and then to trade wares as well as other resources. You can probably find anything that you might find helpful to this endeavor there.”
Unless there was anything else the two needed, Enli would take a seat in a nearby chair, seeming a bit tired and wave the pair off. That left them to decide where to go and what to do here.
A swift cut to the neck, and the remaining life of the deer bled out on the cold forest ground.
“Of course. Offer still stands to show you how to use that by the way.” Soyala would reassert as she started to lead Malphas to where she was guiding him. The Illuminator wanted to play with him a bit, but she would take the more direct route to his actual temple.
Instead of heading to the obvious temple entrance, Soyala led Malphas away towards the back of the temple. Once there, she began walking in a straight line towards a small, rocky hill that was mostly obscured by the mists. It seemed like she might have been following something, but Malphas couldn’t currently see.
Whatever she was following though, eventually led her to a small cavern cut into the stone. She motioned for Malphas to slip inside first, and she would follow after seemingly making sure they weren’t followed.
“Make sure that honeyed tongue of yours is ready. The others might not take so well to me leading you here.” She’d comment, quickly approaching the back wall of the cave. It looked remarkably plain, save for an image of the Illuminator carved into the wall, a small hole in the center of its face.
Soyala placed the small carved stone into it. A low shriek, and the rock began to crack and...become transparent? He could see through it, another cave that eventually gave way to what looked to be stonework deeper within.
As soon as Malphas would step through however, he would find something unpleasant happening. A dagger being aimed right for his neck from his right.
Height: 5'5 Weight: She assures people, it does not all go straight to her thighs. (yes it does)
Name: Meixue Yanqi (May-shwew Yan-cwee)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hailing from the Fuso territories, Meixue is fairly easy to pick out in a crowd. Her more traditional Cheongsam garb with somewhat flashy colors and mildly ostentatious appearance is hard to not notice somewhere, save for the territories of Fuso itself, perhaps. She can often be seen snacking on her favorite fruit - apricots, or stuffing her face with less healthy foods...like pizza. The most standout feature though, perhaps is her long two-toned colored hair. It is usually tied back in a long tail that trails behind her.
Personality: Initially, Meixue would come off as a fairly cute and prim and proper sort of person. She takes her job as an Undertaker quite seriously, acting as respectful as she can for the dead, no matter who they were in life. She will send all to the afterlife as peacefully as she can. This of course, is somewhat overshadowed by the fact she gets way to into the actual act of 'banishment' or 'exorcism'. This point embarrasses her to no end, and pointing out her rather rowdy and unladylike demeanor will get you on the receiving end of one of her 'exorcisms'
Brief Backstory: Meixue was born in Fuso, a land once upon a time plagued by restless sleepers and specters of the past that at times, refused to stay sleeping when one passed for whatever reason. As such, the Undertakers were formed to bring peace to the restless souls who could not pass on, and ensure that those who were already sleeping did not wake once more. Of course, the land is much less dangerous today though undead still plague the territories.
Meixue herself, was born twenty years ago to parents who were in the undertaker business themselves, and grew up learning all manner of methods, rites, and prayers to send those who should have passed, back into the afterlife. It was when she was about fourteen years old, whens she was helping her parents perform a service for some lost souls did she herself, start seriously on the path of the burial agency on her own.
She met a kid around her age this day, the two quickly hitting it off. She didn't know it at the time, but he wasn't a human. A child that had long since passed. Some events happened and she had to personally send his spirit on herself. She doesn't like speaking about it, often becoming quite melancholic and evading the subject - but she has resolved to never let another situation like that happen again.
After some time of distinguished service within the Burial agency, and a recommendation from her parents, she became tasked with dealing with the more
Skills: Meixue as one might expect, is a fairly adept martial artist. Using both raw power and acrobatics as needed to dispatch foes and deal with the undead. She is quite literally, capable of punching ghosts with her abilities. Aside from her martial skills, Mexiue is well educated in burial rites, ceremony, etiquette and dealing with all manner of the dead. A fairly skilled masseuse, too.
Abilities: Aside from her impressive physical and acrobatic abilities, Meixue does in fact, possess a degree of 'Supernatural' aptitude, thanks to either as a result of her birth or simply thanks to some trick of the cataclysm making those in her family naturally disposed to such things. It however, does not particularly manifest any notable skill aside from simply because able to directly interact with spirits, be they physical or incorporeal. Vermilion Wind Fist Focusing on agility and power, Meixue can manipulate the flow of energy within the living, spirits, and the dead - which is how she mainly interacts and performs her special brand of exorcisms. She also uses this to manipulate the flow of energy within her own body, achieving physical feats of agility and strength that could be considered beyond normal human limits, and well, adding some fiery flare to her punches or moving about as though she was the wind itself. That is to say, she moves fast and has a degree of ability to generate fire with her punches, usually on impact.
While it might seem brutal outwardly, it is in fact, a highly trained technique for sending spirits directly to the afterlife. It is not just 'blasting them into the afterlife through sheer force'.
Alrighty, I feel like I might have gone a bit too fantasy with the idea, but here we go.
Height: 5'5 Weight: She assures people, it does not all go straight to her thighs. (yes it does)
Name: Meixue Yanqi (May-shwew Yan-cwee)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hailing from the Fuso territories, Meixue is fairly easy to pick out in a crowd. Her more traditional Cheongsam garb with somewhat flashy colors and mildly ostentatious appearance is hard to not notice somewhere, save for the territories of Fuso itself, perhaps. She can often be seen snacking on her favorite fruit - apricots, or stuffing her face with less healthy foods...like pizza. The most standout feature though, perhaps is her long two-toned colored hair. It is usually tied back in a long tail that trails behind her.
Personality: Initially, Meixue would come off as a fairly cute and prim and proper sort of person. She takes her job as an Undertaker quite seriously, acting as respectful as she can for the dead, no matter who they were in life. She will send all to the afterlife as peacefully as she can. This of course, is somewhat overshadowed by the fact she gets way to into the actual act of 'banishment' or 'exorcism'. This point embarrasses her to no end, and pointing out her rather rowdy and unladylike demeanor will get you on the receiving end of one of her 'exorcisms'
Brief Backstory: Meixue was born in Fuso, a land once upon a time plagued by restless sleepers and specters of the past that at times, refused to stay sleeping when one passed for whatever reason. As such, the Undertakers were formed to bring peace to the restless souls who could not pass on, and ensure that those who were already sleeping did not wake once more. Of course, the land is much less dangerous today though undead still plague the territories.
Meixue herself, was born twenty years ago to parents who were in the undertaker business themselves, and grew up learning all manner of methods, rites, and prayers to send those who should have passed, back into the afterlife. It was when she was about fourteen years old, whens she was helping her parents perform a service for some lost souls did she herself, start seriously on the path of the burial agency on her own.
She met a kid around her age this day, the two quickly hitting it off. She didn't know it at the time, but he wasn't a human. A child that had long since passed. Some events happened and she had to personally send his spirit on herself. She doesn't like speaking about it, often becoming quite melancholic and evading the subject - but she has resolved to never let another situation like that happen again.
After some time of distinguished service within the Burial agency, and a recommendation from her parents, she became tasked with dealing with the more
Skills: Meixue as one might expect, is a fairly adept martial artist. Using both raw power and acrobatics as needed to dispatch foes and deal with the undead. She is quite literally, capable of punching ghosts with her abilities. Aside from her martial skills, Mexiue is well educated in burial rites, ceremony, etiquette and dealing with all manner of the dead. A fairly skilled masseuse, too.
Abilities: Aside from her impressive physical and acrobatic abilities, Meixue does in fact, possess a degree of 'Supernatural' aptitude, thanks to either as a result of her birth or simply thanks to some trick of the cataclysm making those in her family naturally disposed to such things. It however, does not particularly manifest any notable skill aside from simply because able to directly interact with spirits, be they physical or incorporeal. Vermilion Wind Fist Focusing on agility and power, Meixue can manipulate the flow of energy within the living, spirits, and the dead - which is how she mainly interacts and performs her special brand of exorcisms. She also uses this to manipulate the flow of energy within her own body, achieving physical feats of agility and strength that could be considered beyond normal human limits, and well, adding some fiery flare to her punches or moving about as though she was the wind itself. That is to say, she moves fast and has a degree of ability to generate fire with her punches, usually on impact.
While it might seem brutal outwardly, it is in fact, a highly trained technique for sending spirits directly to the afterlife. It is not just 'blasting them into the afterlife through sheer force'.
It went about as well as she could expect. One down, throat ripped out. Fresh blood coating the blade as she simply let him fall where he died. The second though, was able to move a bit faster than she desired. Expected, of course. Anyone worth their weight in gold could respond as quickly to an ambush like this. Dropping the dagger, she would draw both her blades. Swift, deadly, and cold. That's how she had to be here.
"Would've been easier if you just let it happen, vermin."
A deft hand followed a quick step forward, her arming sword slicing towards the hand casting magic, while her swordbreaker intended to catch his own blade, wrench it from his grasp and disarm.
It seemed their actions, or the actions of others had at least on some level created utter chaos. The foliage on the temple was burning, the blackened slimes slowly shuffled towards the group. Novak rushed to Leannah’s aide, attempting to see if she was fine. A shout up from her was any indication as any. Lazhira was inching her way away from the slimes, towards the back of the temple.
Narkissa seemed to have some other ideas, however.
A prayer offered to the Goddess that bought them here.
A simple, small thing, quite the opposite of Leannah’s grand prayer.
High atop the world, upon the Cistern from which all the worlds waters flowed, the Goddess watched those she had chosen to carve this planet's future with interest. She watched as some never made it from the ancient prison. Their fates and tales, doomed to obscurity, only the Book of Journey’s knowing they even existed, even if just as a footnote.
She watched as Augusta and Isidore headed towards the mountains, towards the plots and machinations of a Prophet and Fairy. She watched as the reincarnated warlord and her companion sought the audience of a Beast. Watched as Malphas set fire to the old temple, as the envenomed arrow pierced the hide of a sacred beast. Watched as Donovan spoke with that old, ancient Eternal God, as Nicholas simply went wherever his heart took him. Watched as Leannah tried to bargain with the Sun, watched as Novak wore a face not his, watched Lazhira ever so endear herself towards her companions.
Watched as Narkissa prayed to her.
“...my my, praying to me and asking for my help? After I’ve already given you so much aid already?” She laughed, sitting upon the edge of the Sea of Stars, her dress rippling as water as she dipped her hand into the sea. “Perhaps I should have chosen someone else? Though I suppose it might be expected after I gave you my personal favor...” She swirled her hand within the depths, a small whirlpool forming as she idly decided what she wanted to do.
To help, or not to help?
To give aid, or give tribulation?
To lift up as a hero, or make a villain in someone else's tale?
It was always difficult to decide what would be more entertaining to play out. A tragedy? Or a tale of Heroism?
“...well, since I already have saved you once...”
A cold smirk formed on her lips.
“...a little trial, for you Narkissa. Don’t worry though. It won’t be too difficult~”
She removed her hand from the pool, a handful of water contained within her palm. She held it over the edge, slowly turning over her palm and letting the innumerable drops flow, falling into the world below. A catalyst. A trial. Success or failure?
“But of course, were you to die now, that wouldn’t be any fun at all...so do try and succeed.”
Not that Narkissa would be aware of these idle words of the goddess, for she was not one to directly show herself to her chosen should they call to her. Time however, would seem to slow for her as she watched something sparkling and shiny fell from the roof. A drop of the clearest, purest water she had ever seen. That only she could see. Despite the fires quickly engulfing the place, it fell, barely even being affected by it. A splash as it landed on one of the black slimes.
Narkissa would suddenly feel...off. Not bad, just...off. As though she was both hyper aware of her surroundings, as though she could feel every bit of movement of her own body, and see every movement of those around her. The attempt at making water seemed far too easy in success. A sphere of water formed, held together by raw magical force before it was launched towards the fire and the slimes. In fact, it almost came as naturally to her as breathing it felt. She felt as though she could potentially shape the water to do anything she desired at this moment.
The slimes were shoved back from the impact, but otherwise the two she had hit seemed mostly unaffected. The fire, too, seemed to be slightly quenched by the fire.
Yet...the slime hit by the drop of crystal clear water would roil, the slime on its surface shuddering and quivering as the foreign substance seemingly spread through its entire being. The soft sickly glow from within its core began flickering, slowly fading to a more blue tone. At the same time, its body began growing. Larger and larger, until it had nearly tripled in size. The bones too, seemingly had grown to match.
It lurched towards Narkissa, lashing out with a tendril of goo tipped with a sharp bone acting as a spear as it struk towards her.
“E-eh!? That’s!? R-really?!” Lazhira seemed mildly surprised by the turn of events. She seemed about ready to flee herself, now that they had six small slimes and a massive seventh one to deal with.
“...if you desire my favor...” As the events played out, those in the current room would hear a voice. A familiar, ethereal voice speaking to them from everywhere at once...but it was far colder and far less warm than it had been previously. “...then kill the monstrosity before you. I’ve given you a small boon, do not waste it. Or do, and die. Flee, and incur my wrath. I will be watching, little Narkissa.”
"I don't know what's going on Narkissa, but this is bad! Like really bad!"
Leannah at least would be more or less fine, safe from the chaos happening above as the pit she found herself in was well insulated, even slightly damp and cold. The oily, smooth goo beneath her feet wobbled slightly as she walked, her feet sinking a few centimeters into it with each step as it seemed to barely support her weight completely.
As she walked to a crystal on a wall, it would easily break off at her touch, and thankfully not dim either with the act. Seemed as though it may be a good source of light, if nothing else. That just left her with the room to explore, or finding a way back up to aid her companions. The only way out was a hallway, lined with various rooms it seemed.
Within each were more artifacts it looked like. One room seemed to be an old library. Another seemed as though it was a kitchen. A third seemed to be bunk rooms of some sort...wait. At the end of the hallway.
The rough silhouette of a human illuminated by a crystal. As soon as Leannah would notice it, however, it simply walked off further into the temple. It seemed the hallway branched into two paths. One leading to the left and one leading to the right. If she were to check, the one to the left, the one the figure had walked down didn’t have any noticeable features. Through the one in the right though, she could see a room, another pedestal with seemingly something needing to be placed on it.
...what was someone else doing down here? Should she pursue? Or should she wait for her allies - whoever it was might get away in the meantime.
Item received: Illu Crystal A crystal of unknown origin, though the god of knowledge is said to have a fondness of these. They shine brightly in the dark, but loose brilliance in the sunlight. No one is quite sure how it works. Brittle, so be careful.
Deciding to find an offering for the Kyrnith, the duo went about finding a Kyr Reed. Finding such things growing in the village however, seemed to not be entirely fruitful. Given the beach and the more flat, open area it was situated on perhaps that was no surprise. It wouldn’t be until they would find themselves near the edge of the forest did Misaki start noticing things of note. Most of the plants near didn’t have nearly as much medicinal or other herbal applications, as one may expect, but a few…
Browncap - A mushroom with a dark brown head, and a white frilly underside with white spots. Has a pleasant scent, edible and relatively nutritious.
Snowshade - A wintry plant that only grows when shaded by trees in cold climates. While nothing physically stands out about this plant, it seems to naturally attract mana...
And nearby, would be the Kyr Reed they were looking for. It seemed as though this would be a somewhat fruitful search. An edible mushroom that may have wider applications, and some sort of...odd snow herb. It would be easy to gather these, if she desired, in some manner of quality if she wanted. A number of Sleep roots and red petals seemed to be nearby, too…
Whenever she went to pick the Reeds, however, she would find she was also not the only one that seemed to want it.
A fawn, with dark blue fur and white spots. It had almost been ready to eat the plant, but the moment it had noticed the two of them, it would jump back, obviously frightened.
“...tsk.” Upon hearing that the Dwarves were the source of the deaths of two of their men, Morgan’s mouth turned downwards into a slight scowl. Wordlessly, the one that had walked up a few minutes ago ran off back into the camp, shouting something about setting up a few more defenses if they could. “Maybe I will get to do something this time. Thanks for the information, Isidore. Augusta...” His gaze lingered on the elf for a few uncomfortably long seconds, but his attention was quickly turned back to Isidore as he inquired about Rheane and moved more in front of her.
“I’m no priest, but I’ll tell you what I can.” He turned to the flag waving in the cold wind. The serpent and star may perhaps remind them of Donovan’s own emblem. “We follow Prophet Rheane in order to bring order back to this realm. She claims to be the daughter of the God of this world and seeks to return the land back to the way it was before all the snow, ice, and beasts.” He smirked, shrugging as he said it. “I don’t buy the entire thing myself, but...well, Rheane’s power is real, and there’s just about nothing else looking after us humans. Well...unless you count that Moon ‘Goddess’.” He scoffed at those words, obviously not really considering her to be as such.
“As for the beast...its called Stieneter.” He shook his head. “At least, that’s what the dwarves call it anyways. I’ve only seen it a handful of times from a distance when it surfaces on the mountain. Its some sort of...giant serpent with many legs.” He made a motion towards the west. A series of rocky passes and snow laden ground paved a white path towards the sea. “We saw it only briefly when the storm started, Railey took off after it to make sure it wasn’t going to come after us. You’ll know him when you see him. Should be the only person out here in full armor.” He glanced over his shoulder, back to the camp. “If that’s everything, then I should get back to working out how we’re going to get ourselves out of this mess.”
Assuming Augusta or Isidore had no further questions for Fiacre, he would leave the pair there to ponder their next move, leaving them to decide where to go and what to do next. Assuming too, they would soon meet back up with both Octavia and Leuca, the small elf would worriedly greet the pair as they returned.
“Y-you’re back. Oh thank the Ancestors...” She greeted them, Octavia eagerly rubbing against Augusta, barking and asking to be picked up, leaning on one of her legs with her front paws. “W-what do they want? Did they say anything about Sorcha…?” She asked, hopeful that they may have divulged some information even if they hadn’t directly asked.
“...your odd manner of speaking aside,” Enli replied with a bemused smile. “You truly do not know? Well...I suppose the world is far more vast than we know so perhaps it is not strange.” Enli walked over to one of the aged scrolls in the wall, shuffling carefully through a few before deciding on one and walking back over to the pair. He unrolled the piece of parchment, showing the pair its contents.
Upon its old, faded surface was a stylized drawing of two human figures, an old man and a cloaked, dirty old hag. A white colored symbol, the same that Donovan saw on Lazhira’s arm and the same that was upon Enli’s robe.
“Locally, we know him as Iva’Krorh, the God of Knowledge. He illuminates ones path towards secrets, and gifted humans the first spark of knowledge and motivation to...create.” He frowned lightly, rolling up the scroll after they had a decent look at it. “...truthfully, though, people forget his domain isn’t simply knowledge, but the mind itself. When we say ‘knowledge’ we truly mean he’s the one that allowed us to think and understand the world around us, and the right to revoke such knowledge as well - but the cost of doing so was said to have driven him mad.”
He frowned, lowering his voice again.
"I truly do not know what is happening in Dawn. Only that things aren't...right and things are outside of my control aside from keeping the people safe..."
“Ah? Alright. Do what you want.” Soyala shrugged. “I’ll make sure the fire doesn’t spread to far. The snow should see it doesn’t do too much...but stranger things have happened.” The huntress would leave Malphas to do as he wished, keeping weapon at the ready just in case something jumped them from the forest.
For most people, there would be a tangible feeling of apprehension for doing this. He coated an arrow in the plants toxin, posing a question to the huntress.
“Its particularly nasty, and most wouldn’t dare touch its meat after.” Soyala replied. “If it gets inside, it’ll kill you in an hour. And it’ll be the most unpleasant thing you can experience.” She glanced to the deer, the arrow piercing its furred hide. The deer yelped pitifully as the plants poison entered its bloodstream. “...I’ve been told by that Merchant, that certain people in Chagawa have developed a way to make it work near instantly, but she tells many stories and half truths.” The deer would thrash and cry as it tried to drag itself away from Malphas and the snare that had hung in its leg. More crying, thrashing and pitiful struggling as the toxin did its work.
More disconcertingly, however, was what else was heard in the forest.
A loud, mournful call echoed through the woods followed by a cold, melancholic breeze.
…
Eventually the deer would stop thrashing altogether, too tired and injured to even thrash at its fate as it awaited the inevitable.
“...if that’s done, we should get moving.” It seemed like whoever was in the temple may not be quite done yet, either. “Follow me. The abode of the Illuminated is close, but not within that trap.”
Appearance: With scarlet red hair, similarly colored eyes and dressing in a fairly rebellious and not mainstream manner, Thalia gives off a fairly fiery appearance. She possesses a fairly taller build, and despite her somewhat more lithe appearance, she spends a decent amount of time doing physical training. Never seen without some sort of musical instrument.
Personality: Lackadaisical, easy going, and overall fairly good-natured. At least, that's how she would describe herself. Most don't try to refute that in her presence unless they want a drumstick to the back of the head. Truthfully, she is those qualities more often than not. Easy to get along with, doesn't take most things seriously, and a penchant for being a bit on the impish side, she spends most days plying her trade at various venues across Fusang.
That said...she also has a bit of a mean streak and volatile temperament. She finds something frustrating? Bonk it with a tactical drumstick. Someone pissing her off? She's likely to just put them in a choke hold. Thinks someone has insulted her in some way? Another bonking. This time with her boot.
Abilities: Thalia's magecraft is what one might consider very 'bardish'. That is to say, she uses sounds to perform and achieve various magical feats, typically through the use of music or voice. It is typically used to charm or enthrall in some manner, or cause certain physical reactions in things, for good or worse. With an affinity for Fire and Earth, she can perform a variety of effects with her music.
History: Despite what her love of modern music and overall temperament suggests, Thalia is in fact from a rather prestigious and old if not fairly well known or prestigious. With Greek roots, and claiming ties to old Greek philosophers, her family claims to have produced several notable musicians over the years. Thalia, too, is expected, well versed in most things of musical nature, though her skill with theories and more esoteric fields may often times be lacking.
As for how she came to reside in Fusang, it was mostly of her own choice, thinking it'd be a fun idea, and a way to expand her musical repertoire and inspiration. She quickly took to the more modern musical aspects, and when she's not messing around in Fusang, she can be found across various venues performing.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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