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Level: 6 - Total EXP: 83/60 ------ Level: 2 - Total EXP: 25/20
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Word Count: 766 (+2 exp)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Split Mountain

Before any statue breaking was done, Jesse suggested that they hold on until they could consult with the other half of their group. "Prudent," Primrose commented with a nod of her head. If they operated under the assumption that freeing the bell's clapper was a dangerous move, then they should at least give the others a heads up first. Therion did not feel much better about the whole plan even with the delay. Beneath his shawl he crossed his arms, and in the one visible scarlet washed eye his misgivings about the situation were clear to see.

Well now that the ground team had decided on waiting to ring the bell, the next course of action would be getting into contact with those in the air. Primrose caught the end of her scarf between two fingers and rubbed it, considering if she should just go up there. Fortunately Alibaba descended instead, halting Ciella's firing and informing the Grimleal captain that those fighting the serpent had also come to the conclusion that the situation was off. A few minutes later and the entirety of the group of Seekers was reunited on the mountain. Once they landed, Primrose could see that some among those that had taken to the sky were tense. She wondered what had gone on up above, but instead of asking she chimed in after Robin to answer Tora's question.

"It is possible that ringing the bell will... conjure another enemy," she said for lack of better words. It was just speculation, but as long as the chance was there surely they could understand that they hadn't wanted to dump that on their companions without so much as a warning.

It might have been the wrong choice, or maybe the sky team would have come back down without slaying Phalanx even if they had freed the bell's clapper, but either way not taking care of the colossus was an oversight that quickly came back to bite them. All eyes turned upward as Poppi pointed out that the monster was coming right for them.

Swift in the sky the beast came down on them, bringing a burst of wind so strong it more than rivaled that of the blizzard raging below them. Primrose was quick to take shelter behind Braum's shield, and Therion scrambled to join her. They hunkered down, resisting the wind front. Even though it was just one of many times that day that they were threatened with being blown off a cliff, it was just as terrifying as the first time. It was a miracle that Braum's shield held up as much as it did, even as it's ice wall shattered apart the man did not let those he defended take any damage. Phalanx flew by and the Travelers regrouped.

Primrose went to kneel by Braum, doing her best to shove the heavy shield just enough out of the way to make sure he didn't have any life threatening injuries. Though unconscious he seemed fine for the moment. Cautiously she stood, watching the continue on.

"Decoy or not we have to kill this thing before it kills us," Therion said. He wasn't privy to the conversations the aerial group had on the colossus' back, he only knew that between that rabbit woman's arrows and whatever the other team was doing, it had seemed to be working. The thief drew his blade. Phalanx was low enough to ram them, so the rest of it's body as it snaked back up into the sky was just over head. Therion aimed his blade at the remaining gas sack, but he wasn't fast enough to pierce it before it passed by. The sword caught on the hard belly scares of the beast, it's momentum easily knocking Therion off his feet and into one of the stone statues surrounding the rim of the bell. The fragile chain the effigy was holding broke and slid into the darkness below, though Therion paid it little mind. He got back to his feet and prepared the glider to deal with the problem himself if need be.

On the slaying of Phalanx Primrose agreed with him. Hoping to catch any of the group before they took to the sky again, Primrose began to dance as soon as the wind died down enough for her to not lose her footing. With practice footwork and sensual twists the dance of Sealticge's Seduction was completed, once again empowering her enough to buff all of her allies in the area. With a few more turns the Lions Dance saw to it that their strength was increased.

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𝔹order of 𝕃apseus and ℙachel

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They had been trekking through the mountainous pass for a couple of hours at that point with not a sound passed between them, and then the quiet was broken by a low pitched and steady voice.

"It's just over the ridge, My Lady."

A nod of acknowledgement, and then silence settled over the group once more. "No less than five," were Melodia's conditions for the Pachel observation. Five they were, counting the stoic Lapsean Lord. A technicality, yes, but an operation like this was one she could have handled herself truth be told. Still, it was war, and though Rhythmia was confident she was not stupid. After briefing the Naval generals of the situation at hand she'd collected a few officers that caught her eye before beginning the journey to the border of Lapseus.

When they arrived at the precipice, the group set their equipment down and deposited themselves onto any stone seats they could find. Rhythmia knelt at the cliff and looked out over the land in front of them. It was a sweeping valley, and what lay in the shadow of Lapsean mountain was barren and dry. It wasn't until miles away from the penumbra that greenery began to grow, simple grasses that were eventually joined by flowers, bushes, and scrub the further one looked.

An older man with hair long grayed came to join her. He held a telescope to his eye and swept it across the fields. After a few moments he grunted. "Clear," he said. Rhythmia nodded.

"Intelligence?"

"Ma'am~" came a tinny voice in reply. "Spies say Pachel ain't in no shape for fighting back. Wouldn't be nothing to torch the whole place and move in."

Rhythmia breathed out slowly through her nose. It was not the answer she wanted, but it was expected. The hatred of the South ran blood deep in Lapsean citizens. Though like any House there would be those in Pachel unwilling to fight and die in the coming conflict, and if they could avoid putting the entire population to death that would be ideal. Rhythmia's gaze shifted to the young man who'd moved beside her. He was pale and wiry, and the small grin that graced his face told her that he was one of the many that subscribed to the saying 'There are no innocent among the Mageborn.' That would prove as interesting as it was troublesome, she was sure.

"..." She said not a word, but the man's expression gradually changed into a more serious one as her gaze continued to focus on him. He coughed lightly into his hand before speaking again.

"There's two main contenders to take over ruling the House Pachel. Neither's much to worry about."

"Pachel's widow being one of them, yeah?" The gray haired man chimed in.

"Mhm~ the other's a family of arms dealers, more or less. There's a few others but from the information we got, none have as much support as those two."

"Hn. What else?" Rhythmia looked to the third of those she'd brought along, a tall woman with furry ears and horns that curled skyward on either side of her head. The Akeshan perked up and cleared her throat.

"Before us is The Valley of Rest. If we descend the mountain then we will, officially, be in Pachel. There are a few towns around there, and a fortress just beyond the Valley too. It's manned, but with their lord's death they haven't sent for reinforcements. Too preoccupied with fighting themselves than us I guess, like Vina said."

Rhythmia nodded. Everything they'd said was about as much as she expected. A little more reconnaissance was in order, but after that... well, one way or another they would take control of Pachel. She had a plan in mind, and a back-up, but it wouldn't come into fruition just yet.

She turned her gaze on the last of their group, a girl with a hood pulled over her head and a grim expression on her face. She did not hesitate to meet the eerie crimson glow of Rhythmia's bionic eye. For several moments neither of them said anything. The other three glanced between each other and the two women. Then the younger spoke, her voice rough, and young.

"What?" she asked. She had nothing to report, they both knew. Rhythmia's stare turned pointed.

"Your... strategy?" Rhythmia inquired, tilting her head just slightly. The girl sighed and closed her eyes. He brows pulled together and she frowned.

"Occupying the area will cut off Seler from the rest of the South. Once both Houses are dealt with it'd give you a useful foothold to help your... compatriots from." As she spoke her tone darkened with distaste, but she went on. "I would back the Lady Pachel. She would have the most support of her people I think, and be desperate enough to take Technologist help in keeping her seat in power."

She crossed her arms in front of her and cracked open one eye. Rhythmia stared at her in that uncomfortable way she often did. Then the Lapsean Lord nodded once.

"Good." She approved of that line of thinking. A half-smile almost formed on the girl's face. "But we won't... support Alana Pachel."

"Huh?"

"Let the two... wear each other down. When one... triumphs, we will step in."

Behind them, the pale man snickered, "hopefully by force."

"Get... yourselves ready. We will move in... and learn more about... the situation... before we... take any action."

A trio of affirmative answers sounded. The group went about checking and collecting their equipment. Everything from weapons to bedrolls, prepared to spend a few nights in Pachel territory. With luck, what Rhythmia told them would turn out to be the case. Wasting energy and resources arguing against each other would leave the Southern House in such disarray that Lapseus could swoop in and force cooperation. Or failing that, just take over - whether going full scorched earth or not. However, there were few things that Rhythmia believed in less than 'luck.'

"Kenzie, take point... as we descend."

"Yes, Lady Rhythmia!" The Akeshan woman said, snapping to attention. The group of five would soon be on the move again. The hooded girl pressed her lips into a thin line and gripped her pack a little tighter.

ℕotoria (𝕃apseus)

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"Oh oh oh... maybe you should rethink this, hm, doctor?"

A man, gangly and scruffy faced, paced up and down a a dingy alley way.

"It's been a few years, sure, but last time you were tossed out of the estate on your arse. Y'remember that?"

His bushy black hair was tied loosely behind his head, and an overstuffed bag was slung around his shoulder. His footsteps echoed loudly in the cramped space. Whenever she stepped through a puddle his face contorted in an odd expression, but he never went out of his way to avoid the shallow pools of water that dotted the cobblestone path. He was, also, completely alone.

"Buuuut you've really got something going for you now. Something interesting, very interesting, very useful..."

Every now and then he would stop his pacing and peek out of the alleyway, looking in the direction of one of the city's wharfs. He did it again now, breathing heavily. The one sided conversation he'd been having with himself out loud shifted internally. He might have already said too much. This was a coastal city in Lapseus - in other words, a complete hell hole where any man, woman, or child would stick you without so much as a second thought if you had something they needed. And he had something useful, but it was locked up in his brain. He'd really hate to be killed for something his murderer wouldn't even be able to get.

As for what the man needed, it was one of two things. Passage up the river to Gohetia where he'd bend his knee at the twin Lords' door, or a mage's body. Ideally both, if he could convince himself to get on with it. A few long minutes later and an ugly smile split the doctor's face. He reached around to pat himself on the back for a job well done, apparently satisfied with the outcome of the argument he was having inside his head. Straightening his back and passing a hand over his scalp, the man barred his teeth and scurried off toward the water to catch a ride.

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CHARACTER (OUTDATED)

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP | 10% DEX)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4}

Attributes:
HP – 55 (810)
MP – 60 (660)
SP – 60 (690)
STR – 65 (98)
AGI – 52 (74)
END – 50 (65)
DEX – 65 (80)
LUC – 70 (78)

Abilities:
▶ Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
▶ Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
▶ Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Reinvigorate _{Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack.}
▶ Fluid Power _{Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill.}
▶ Harmonic Cycles _{Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round.}
▶ Art of the Split Soul _{Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects.}

INVENTORY (OUTDATED)

Funds: 15883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Common Antidote x2

Equipment

• Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX
  • Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END
  • Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15.
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI
  • 10% resistance to Restraint effects.
• Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX
  • 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain.
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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Ames' heart was warmed with her friends' words, from the simple praise to the more flattering. "Aw, hehe. You guys will have to keep visiting to see my progress."

She was definitely the type to take those kinds of simulation games seriously. Many hours were sunk into meticulous housing decoration... although there was once or twice when Amelia did indulge in murder rooms or the like. Still it was all for fun, she never seriously considered it as something to pursue in real life. And even now, it wasn't something to think about - maybe once she logged off, but for the moment they were all still in CaCo and had to plan their next attack! Plan it over drinks, as their mage suggested.

"Oh, yeah, one sec." Ames followed Raime into the kitchen area, though she only lingered for a moment to grab a trio of glasses. Britomart was still a bit stiff, and Raime's comment about already having seen them naked had not lightened the mood as he might have hoped, but she was perfectly cordial all the same.

"Not at all. Your expertise is appreciated," she said.

And while the food was being prepared, Ames returned to the sitting area and dropped a few rishi into each cup, where they transformed into amber colored liquid. "It's like cheap stuff, can't really make complex food or drinks this way but, here ya go." She offered a glass each to Amulak and Magpie.

"Once Leif is done doing his doggy business outside, we can plan our next move?"

World of Light

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Level: 6 - Total EXP: 81/60 ------ Level: 2 - Total EXP: 23/20
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Word Count: 912 (+2 exp)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Split Mountain

Therion had not moved onto the stone bridge overlooking the massive bell. After Midna had shared her food with him, he'd parked himself on a rock with on knee tucked close to his chest and took his sweet time eating it. The sandwich was delicious, especially after suffering up that huge mountain. He looked at both groups of Seekers, the ones fighting in the air and those investigating the statues, as he munched. He had a good view of both, and he could see the progress that the air team was making on the beast. Honestly he was surprised that the sky serpent hadn't retaliated at all beyond trying to shake them off. He didn't believe for a second that it would be so easy, if everything that the group had said was true. Which... seemed unlikely, to be fair.

"Looks like they might really be doing it," he commented, loudly enough for all of the ground team, statue investigators included to hear. The colossus was thrashing about like it's life depended on it, which is very well did.

It was good news, though very unexpected. Primrose glanced up to see their progress for herself, though only briefly. Her attention was mostly with Jesse and Raz.

"This does all feel very strange," she murmured after Midna and Raz voiced their concern. "Off" was a good way to put it, as most of the world was strange in general. Things didn't seem to quite match up with what she'd been told, and Tora and Poppi's earlier confusion gave credence to the idea that something was not as it should be. She listened to the the other two chat, talking about if they needed to kill the beast in general, and Primrose nodded along to Jesse's words. As far as she understood it, that was the only way to get the world... the whole universe back to normal.

After getting closer to the statues Primrose had a much better understanding of the situation. The statues were spread across a stone bridge, the chains they held wrapped tight around something in the pit underneath. It looked like... a massive bell, with it's clapper being suspended.

Why would that be? Primrose wondered. Her eyes roved over the area, the smooth brass of the gigantic instrument and it's stone captors. A thought occurred to her as Jesse went on. Primrose looked up at the FBC Director. "I think you are right. You mentioned that it should be guarding something, but perhaps that monster is a decoy and the real guardian is..."

She trailed off, unsure of her next words. Was it waiting, safe and sound somewhere and content that no one would ever find it? Or was it sealed away, and this bell was the key to freeing it? If the latter, was it so dangerous that even it's master saw fit to keep it chained up? "...connected to this bell, somehow," she settled on. "Even if it serves as a prison for our enemy, since we need to defeat it... we would have to break it out first." The logic made sense to the dancer, and she gestured to Jesse to let the redhead take the lead in setting the bell's clapper free. She had faltered slightly when "no-collide" was mentioned, only realizing she meant that gun she'd picked up at the museum in Al Mamoon a few seconds after. "Though I'd get off this bridge before any ringing was done," she said as she did just that, making her way off of the stone pathway and back to the mountain's terrain.

As Primrose stepped off of the bridge, she found Therion with the scrunched up expression he sometimes got when he was suspicious of something, but he wasn't sure of why. Primrose had always attributed to his personality, but she could understand his hesitance in this case. Even she wasn't sure that ringing the massive bell would be wise, but she did think that Jesse was on the right track. Therion turned, his gaze finding Redento still shuffling away.

"Hey," the thief called over to the old man, "you know anything about this? Why's the bell chained up, what'll happen if it rings?"

"Forgive me, but I cannot say with any measure of certainty," the pilgrim bemoaned. "Mine eyes are ever affixed upon the path I travel, in accordance with mine order's old precept. Little of what lies beyond me feet is known to me, other than what I may hear during my travels." Redento hung his head. "Yet I have heard that its tolls will resound throughout the earth itself, filling every corner of the world with the magnificence of our most Grievous Miracle."

"Real helpful."

Despite Therion's remark, it sounded almost like a confirmation of their suspicions to Primrose. She glanced at the other Seekers and nodded her head. Her friend stood, meal long finished, and flexed his hands. "You really think it's a good idea to ring that thing if it's going to let something dangerous loose?" he questioned.

"We may not have much of a choice."

"It sounds like it could bring the whole mountain down." His words were a warning to everyone gathered on the ground. "Resound through the earth itself" did not seem like something they wanted to do. The Travelers were split in their thoughts, one for and one against setting the bell's clapper loose, although Therion couldn't really understand what was at stake in his current state.

World of Light

Word Count: 776 (+2 exp)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 40/90
Location: Edge of the Blue

The dark wave that washed over the beach, the island, and the heroes themselves had to signal the true end of the battle. It was just like after the Enderdragon's defeat, especially so when after a few moments of tense patience, nothing else emerged from the surf to stand against the Seekers. There was only the spirit of the Orphan of Kos, presented to the group on a bed of golden-colored hands.

When all was quiet the Cadet began his transition out of battle-mode. With the alchemy barrel empty of contents, it easily shrunk down small enough to stow in the hunter's item pouch. He wasn't sure how the shades had procured it, but he was thankful that they did - and that it didn't disappear after the guardian's defeat. The device was sure to come in handy again. His armor had miraculously held up, though it was dented and had some small punctures in various places. Nothing a touch up couldn't fix. His weapons were safely sheathed, though the lance wasn't salvageable - pieces of it resurfaced on the beach, which the Cadet collected. Who knew, maybe they would be useful somehow. He had tried to take some of the crystalline hands that sprouted up from the sand, but the feeling he got from them was... awful, and dark. Just being around them was hard. They were better left there on the beach.

As the sun started to shine down on the island, the Seekers reconvened. Everyone was exhausted and then some, and there was a sobering feeling hanging in the air. It was dispersed by Nadia with some much needed levity. The Ace Cadet let out a loud snort in response to her pun. Following it was Geralt's rather anticlimatic fusion, which put the Cadet in a much lighter mood. He usually worried for the people fusing, but this was pretty much the best outcome they could have hoped for.

"That's really handy," he said in regards to the Witcher's explanation for the subdued changes. With the area's boss taken care of, the only thing left to do was go home he supposed. The manner in which they did that was in question though. The Atomos was one option, thought several counterpoints were brought up. "Don't think we could all fit in it anyway," the Cadet reminded them, as half of the crew had taken to traversing the sea by ship. Blazermate offered a teleporter, but the Koopa prince was quicker on the draw with his portal-creating art.

Not all of the Seekers were quite ready to leave yet, as it turned out. After Link retrieved the spirit of Delsin, he, Kamek, Sakura, and Rika decided to sweep the island again. Normally the Ace Cadet would join them, but... he was tired, so tired that he felt it in his bones. This whole adventure left him much more drained than he probably had ever felt in his life, between all of the close calls and the new feeling of revulsion he had to grapple with around magic after the Maw. With all the adrenaline fading from his system, he was definitely on team "get the hell out of here."

"I'll go with Junior," the Cadet told Kamek. "The palicoes are pros, but I wanted to check in on everyone they looked after anyway. Better make sure Shippy made it back in one piece too." He did feel some sense of responsibility towards those that the felynes carried away and he was worried about the living sea vessel, but saying it out loud just made his body feel heavier. He could use a good night's sleep and a meal or three. The hunter pinched the bridge of his nose to will away the sleepiness and the headache that was sure to come along with it. Once the painting portal was completed, he shuffled through it with the rest of those eager to leave the Carcass Isle behind.

The relief that seeing the Alcamoth brought washed away the last of the ill feelings brought by the stormy sea and it's beach. Although inviting, he trudged right through on to Limsa. Their path took them through familiar streets and market stalls closed up for the night, including where he and Junior had met those piglets. Nadia wasn't far behind them, heading in the same direction, but beyond some light and brief comments the small group was mostly quiet. The Cadet waved her off as she headed to a room for some well deserved rest. He intended to follow suit, as soon as father and son were reunited and he confirmed the good health of Mirage, Shippy, and her captain.

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