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Overlord: Momento Mori

Since Rockin is having some problems posting, I decided to go ahead and just post with Ashara. Not a lot happened in the post, but eh, that's how it is when you do non-collab battles.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree,@Rockin Strings,@BurningDaisies

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Seeing the bulky General flung aside like an unwanted ragdoll, a certain realization dawned inside Ashara's head. Namely, that if a brute in heavy armor like Gromgard could be flung aside like yesterday's garbage, then a lithe and more dainty frame, such as herself, would likely not fair particularly well either. For this reason, staying put and allowing the on-coming, charging Tree-tendeing cultist to get to her was likely not a desirable outcome. As such, the nine-tailed fox opted to avoid this outcome.

"[Wind Walk: Three Steps]!" She xclaimed, as she slightly bent down, before pushing off with her legs, jumping up into the air.

As her momentum faded and she began to drop, a magical circle of bright green appeared underneath her feet, and using it as a spring-board, the kitsune propelled herself further into the air. Once again, just as gravity was about to pull her back down, the process repeated and she bounded even further into the air, far above her fellow Chateau allies, and more importantly, the Cultist Leader. The third time, however, she did not use the circle as a bouncy-pad, but instead, stopped upon it - as if it were some kind of magical ploatform.

To those with very keen eyes though, one could tell taht slowly, very, very slowly, Ashara was descending, but the magic cirlce of wind - which by the way was making her haori robe flutter rather carelessly up in the air - was doing a great job of making it seem like she was actually standing in midair, far above the ground.

While she did want to bound over to where Gromgard had landed, the fact remained that Ashara didn't really have any healing or recovery-type spells or abilties, at least not ones that would benefit anyone but herself. After all, she was designed as a wandering and patrolling interceptor, not a support or other benefactor. So, in the end, even if she went to the Shadowman's side, there wasn't anything she could've done for him.

Instead, she focused her amethyst eyes on the tree. Earlier, when she had hurled her Spirit Bullets at it, the cultist had moved in to cover the vile thing from her attacks. Which meant one of two things: Either the Tree was some kind of source of power for the Cultist, or, the cultist considered the Tree more important than himself. In either case, her bullets had seemed to do and be more effective against the abominable plant-thing than the deranged tender anyway, and with that in mind...

"[Fox-fire]!" Ashara called out, while stretching out an arm towards the tree and spreading her fingers wide.

Thus, while still in the air, nine blue flames suddenly appeared around Ashara's body. Each roughly the size of a modern volleyball. Within an instant, they left her side, flying towards the wooden-corpse-creature in spiralling, helix-like motions and patterns. They functioned similar to spells like Magic Missile, where the blue bolts of fire were unerring and would not miss their target, as they would change trjactory and course if obstacles got in the way.

Fox-fire was a racial spell of the kitsune. It had a rather long cooldown too, but its effects were rahter unique. The initial hit didn't do very much damage, but it did afflict the target with a unique status called 'Fox Curse'. Any subsequent hits from other Fox-fire-bolts would deal increased damage. If all bolts successfully hit, the target would suffer a final, hard-hitting and large-damaging explosion, which would also set them aflame with the 'Burning'-status effect. Naturally, spells like 'Remove Curse', 'Dispel' or other similar debuff-cleaners would remove the 'Fox Curse'-effect, causing the attack to only deal medicore magic damage at best.

Hopefully though, their enemy didn't have access to such measures. Those were Ashara's thoughts at least, as she slowly, slowly descended further from the air towards the sky, thougn still far above ground.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Sounds good, looking forward to seeing what you've come up with.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Can you guys stop bullying the zombies? It's not their fault they're horrible... xD

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Gee whiz, weakness to holy element? Good thing there's a paladin right there!

@ERode

A really crappy, low-level paladin with not a lot of mana... And a mountain of corpses that can be used to make new ones... Yeah, you're right, EZ mode. Better toss in that Bone Golem I had planned earlier instead.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I mean, if you want to be all gross and morbid, sure... xD

EDIT:

Also, apologies for the late post. I sort of got stuck in my own little world, watching a Let's Play and playing Final Fantasy Tactics Advanced, and I forgot the time.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

And there we go, next plot-progressive post is up. :)

I've left things open for team Rag-tag to do a bit as they please. Character-interactions and what have you. There's no rush in moving forward, since you're all kind banged up, except Artemisia _{that coward...} so feel free to have a little bit of a pow-wow between characters and resolve this whole, unwanted talker-busiess. ^^

As for Team Church...
Meet Maxwell, a level 35 Cleric. He's very evil. And has very much lost his marbles.

Also meet his three animated undead, of the Zombie-variety. They're all level 18. Funny thing about zombies in Oublioth:

They can only be killed by either smashing their heads, or burning them. Nothing else can kill or stop them. Chopping off their limbs? Won't stop them. Cutting off their heads? Won't stop them. Shooting lightning bolts at them? Won't stop them. They're a very slow, very simple but very annoying enemy to fight because of this. They make excellent meat-shields though!

Also, Atua, as you may have noticed, has had a "Dominate: PErson" spell cast on her. She will continue to serve Maxwell until he, or you boys, bite the dust. :3

EDIT:

Well, obviously things like Turn Undead or Holy-element damage can alzo hurt zombies, but that's a generic weakness of all undead.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Forgotten Ruins, Royal District:

Hawklen's group moved as fast as their wounded would allow. Krenna was complaining and swearing something fierce, while Norbe kept rubbing his elbow and muttering under his breath. Glum walked slightly behind the other three, likely as a means to ward off any ill-begotten attempts at a sneak-attack by their adversaries from earlier. Meanwhile, Hawklen was busy running his mouth, singing his own praises and retelling the tale of their battle, even though it had just ended... And everyone had been there... Not that he seemed to care.

As the group wandered off, they took a path through the eastern plaza's more narrow and likely less busy alleyways and backstreets, avoiding the larger main road. Whatever it was that had put them in a rush to retreat, it was clear that their little run-in with the rag-tag cadre of loosely allied adventurers here at the center of the ruins had made them vary of any additional battles. Most likely not helped by the fact that Krenna had dropped her weapon and Norbert had had his both stolen and broken. Soon, the group of four had vanished into the ruined buildings, leaving the other five combatants to lick their wounds and settle any personal affairs and issues they might have...

... Such as interrogating a certain young boy about why he had been following a tribunal of nobles. Or why there was a woman parading around in her underwear who could summon nightmare-fuel by engaging in self-mutilation. Or maybe heal their bruised and battered bodies. Or perhaps decide on who should try and climb up the tower and reach the promised bounty that lay just a hair's width out of reach?

The possibilities were endless!

Meanwhile...

Forgotten Ruins, The Church:

The gaunt, middle-aged man roared in pain and agony, as he fell backwards in an unpleasant bend, slamming onto the ground with a thud, arms limply smacking onto the dusty floor alongside his crumpled form. Other than the inquiry from the Paladin, aimed at a small hill of corpses, there was no further noise or words... Just silence. Even the strange female elf who had come running into the chapel sat quiet and stared - first at the collapsed figure of the deranged priest, then at the brutish lizardman and finally at the strangely concerned paladin.

That is, until a sound, like a whispering wind was heard, and she suddenly let out a surprised gasp and her eyes shot wide open. Her posture went rigid and her arms fell down along her sides, straight and tense, like steel bars. With labored, unbalanced poise, she rose from her kneeling state and stood, staring with her horrified expression and large, staring eyes at the two men before her.

"Mhm... Mhmhm... Mhmhmhmhm...! HYAHYAHAYHAAYHYAHAYA!" An at first unpleasant snickering suddenly turned into a morbid, psychotic laughter. And it came from the collapsed priest.

Suddenly, his legs were bent up towards his chest, then thrown back, and the man was once again on his feet, like he was some kind of reanimated acrobat or something. His expression was no less bizarre than before, both eyes twitching and darting around the area wildly, a lunatic's grin on his lips and his arms, thrown up towards the ceiling, fidgeted and squrreled with his fingers, before they fell limp along his sides and he cocked his head sideways, staring at the lizard.

"... No salvation for you. Only death." He said the last part entirely deadpan and without enthusiasm, by the way.

In the next instant, the man threw his dirty, ragged robes off - as if with practiced and rehearsed skill - revealing an even more bizarre sight. The man was clad in bones. Yes, bones. Several human, or humanoid, bones had been somehow fused together and combined to form some kind of strange, macabre suit of armor for the man. There was even a rib cage covering his torso, which seemed to not even have been nicked or scratched by the lizardman's attack! Meaning, the old coot had just been faking it when he was initially struck down.

That didn't really matter though, as soon a pair of long, blade-shaped bones materialized in his hands, like wicked, curved scimitars. The man's head snapped back to a regular position, though not before licking the length of one of his weapons, then pointing it at the girl who was behaving strangely.

"Child! Go! Go! Go! Kill! Do your duty! Serve! Heathens begoooooooooooooooooooooone~!" He cried out, in the familiar hoarse and nasaly voice from when Vani and Kaze had first met the man.

Trembling, as if in convulsions, the girl reached for her bow, plucked an arrow from her quiver and turned to face Kaze. Nocking the projectile, she soon let loose the first of what would be many arrows, all aimed at the lizardman, ceaselessly hounding him with shot upon shot, and whenever he drew near, she would use her elven agility and speed to - in a strange wobbly and shaking fashion - retreat and put distance between the two.

At the same time, from the mound of carcasses, a bunch of moaning and groaning couldb heard. Soon, the top-most bodies slid and slumped to the side, as three figures rose within the very center of the heap... But, they didn't seem well.. For one, they all had blood coming out of their nostrils, ears and bottom of their eyes, secondly they seemed to very much lacking in both pulse and the whole, life-department. Only regurgitating foul, pained sounds, the three very cliché zombies began to trundle and trudge their way through the obstacle-course of corpses, all three intent on greeting their savior, Vani...

The strange, bulgie-eyed creep was just standing with his weapons, laughing maniacally as events unfolded. The church filled with his deranged cackling.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

None.
Because you didn't kill any mobs and you didn't complete any quest yet. :3

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

You managed to post before the deadline, so nothing to worry about. WIll probably work on the next post a bit earlier than usual today, since there really isn't any need for wait for everyone else to post.

Also, anyone who partook in the massive collab can feel free to post it whenever they feel it's done.