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Yinha Karathros





The High Elf grit her teeth a little as her arm was twisted in a sick Indian burn by the feral corpse, the pain very much palpable from the twisting and zombie being on fire and all, but it all would not last too long. Before it could go beyond, or get help from its brethren, the corpse would eventually and summarily crumple into a flaming and properly slain heap on the floor from the combination of fire and holy damage tearing into it. It only left some minor wounds on Yinha's left arm, but while the minor damage was visible...at the very least it was not anything serious. Before the other corpses could grab onto her, however, Yinha began to run to the side along the the front wall as her angelic summon began to follow orders...and begin trying to cleave zombie heads with its sword while trying to knock others over with its shield.

As the Angelic Mage all too well know, these things were dangerous in number despite their individual weakness. Yet at least she could move faster than their meager shuffling movements, and had...'experience' in this type of situation. A light shudder ran down her back as she every so faintly recalled some of that past, as her mind pushed out the thoughts forcefully to return her to the current situation. Yes. She could not afford to be distracted.

Furthermore, it seemed she was not the only one in need of help.

"Holy Restoration! Holy Restoration!! Holy Restoration!!!"

The Angelic Mage cast her spell as she ran, after hearing the bellowing of the Paladin nearby and that of the rather large Lizardman fighting the 'necromancer' in question. A couple of Holy Restorations were cast in succession as Yinha actively sought to avoid the zombies and get around them towards where Kaze was. Or, if the latter wasn't possible, kite the slow shambling corpses somewhat in the meantime. Better than nothing, at least, and especially better than standing still to get grabbed by zombies.

Kaze and Vani would each find themselves covered in a very faint glow of light, the former also finding his vision returning as the spell removed the single negative status effect/debuff from him, as for the next thirty seconds they would find their wounds healing some while they fought on. Even the broken body of the still not-dead Archer would be coated in the same light, and begin to heal some over the next thirty seconds. A handy spell in Yinha's arsenal to be sure, but even so-

"Could use some help here!"

-...why did everyone always go for the healer?! She knew the strategic reasoning, which was sound, but it still felt exasperating to her even in that more mechanical mindset of hers.
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While the offer of potion from Artemisia was polite from her, Locke simply passed the half-drunk vial back to the noble spearwoman. Drinking from something that had touched another's lip was a no go, especially if it was someone that was most likely a lowlander. Perish the thought of such a thing happening. Besides, his fairy could tend to his wounds after it finished with his clothes.

With the young Ciel's terrified introduction, Locke no longer felt as though squeezing the breath out of the boy's neck was necessary. No, the boy wasn't some insidious bastard looking to turn every situation to his advantage. He was just an absolute idiot. A blithering fool who followed them out of cowardice. Locke no longer wished to spend his energy on choking out the fool. He could be doing something more important, like sitting idly and doing nothing.

As his torn threads mended, the fairy switched focus. Slowly, his bruised and battered spine was filled with relief as he rose from his position on the ground. He didn't want to spend more time than he had to in these horrid ruins. Though, leaving instantly was sure to get him riddled by the arrows of those who wished to get the treasure inside for themselves. How would he escape? He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
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"Name?" Annabelle paused. How could she forget at least that much courtesy? "My name is... Annabelle. Nice to meet you, Cecilia. Artemisia. Locke. Ciel," she greeted in turn. When she finished her quaint little cookie from the spearwoman, Annabelle stood herself up and looked to the tower which that ranger had tried climbing. That was their initial destination, wasn't it? The strange, unfamiliar crystal structures all around the area seemed like evidence enough that their star-fallen object of interest was nearby. Annabelle had half a mind to try and take on the crystals she could see -just a fragment- to figure out what kind of properties they had. Surely they had some kind of unique use? But she didn't want to waste anymore time. There was an entire army or two sifting through the city as well, after all.

"We should get moving, shouldn't we?" she asked the group. "We might actually be the closest to the target here. That would be nice, anyways. We shouldn't squander our advantage."
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D'awwwww. For someone who was basically caused all their trouble with that spoony bard's group, Ciel was just way too cute! Looked like he could do with a new set of clothing too, and in Cecilia's mind, she could imagine it already! Locke, masked and menacing in an ostentatiously threatening swallowtail suit. Annabelle, with all the cruel countenance of a dark empress, dressed in black lace and decked in bloody rubies. And then their daughter, Ciel, absolutely rocking the frilly-freaky dress that gives off impressions of thorns and nailed dolls! A perfectly dark fantasy family, that's for sure.

Ruffling the little boy's hair, Cecilia said with a warm smile, "It was hard, wasn't it? Being in a scary place like this all by yourself. Don't worry though! Big Sis Cecilia will do all the work here, so just stick close to Big Bro Locke and eat some cookies, alright? Here you go~" She took Ciel's hand and pressed the sweet-smelling bag of cookies into his palm, before springing up to her feet and kicking up her spear.

Didn't even occur to her that Locke was liable to strangle the kid. In one ear and out the other, indeed.

Magic thrummed through her veins again, her potion having enabled her to recoup a good portion of the energy she expended in that fight. The Aria sang in her ears, the Accelerate beat into her heart, the Boon crackled within her spear. "I'll lead," the lilac-haired spearwoman said, striding off towards the ruins once more. "Might need a touch of magical help with getting up and over, but upwards mobility is sorta my specialty."
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With the matter of Annabelle’s scandalous dress settled for the time being –Artemisia certainly wasn’t charitable enough to give the stranger a fashion makeover—she settled into a more comfortable position, shrugging as the broken but pretty man passed on the potion.

“Ah.”

It seemed Cecilia was a little more friendly than she thought. In any other situation, Artemisia wouldn’t have given even a passing amount of attention to the urchin boy that had inadvertently brought down hell on their party. Forcing a smile, she gave a token nod to the boy, but raised an eyebrow as he stammered his greeting. A bit pitiful, really…

But apparently Cecilia was totally into his type. Suppressing the urge to scoff as the noble girl ruffled the little urchin’s hair, she settled with rolling her eyes as the Cecilia closed in on her prey.

“We’ll have time to continue the picnic later,” she agreed with Annabelle, spoiling the other noble’s fun. By the time Cecilia kicked up her spear and nobly offered to lead the way, Artemisia was already remounted and checking on her horse.

“Didn’t seem like you needed help getting up before.”
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Royal Plaza, center of the ruins.


It didn'¨t see like anybody else had managed to get this far yet. Apart from the motley crew of misfits, both noble, common and otherwise, nobody else seemed to be showing up. Which meant that either everyone else was pre-occupied with still tearing each other a new set of orifices, or something was preventing new arrivals from showing up.

Whatever the case may be, the five stooges had been blessed enough not to see any additional people since the party of Hawklin, Krenna, Glum and Norb had left in a hurry. The only things that kept them company, aside from each other, were the strange crystals and the dead-silent ruied buildings around them. The palace tower, which had the big hole in it, stood equally silent and void of motion or life. Of course, getting everyone up there would be a challenge, especially since the crevace was located up on par with a four-storey building.

The Church


"Mukiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~!!" The priest let out a rather pathetic-sounding screech, like that of a teenage girl throwing a temper-tantrum because somebody had just insulted her favorite pair of pink pumps. "How dare you? How dare you? How dare you? How dare you? How dare you?How dare you?How dare you?How dare you?How dare you?HowDareYou?HowDareYou?HowDareYou?HowDareYou?HowDareYou?HOWDAREYOU!?! Heathen sinners slaying the souls of the pure and divine!? Blasphemy and heresy, all and everyone! Nonononono, no choice, no choice! JUDGEMENT UPON YOUR WRETCHED HIIIIIIDES!!" The insane fellow then howled, out of the blue and to nobody and everybody all at the same time.

It seemed the loss of the majority of his zombies, the take-down of his mind-control victim and, perhaps, the insult of having been called a toad, had gotten to the old coot. Of course, agitating somebody who was mentally and morally unhinged, as well as out of touch with reality, was perhaps not always the best course of action - especially when said individual harnessed the power of some god or other higher existence...

Slamming his two bone-like blades into the stone floor, as if the ground was nothing more than wet mud, the man clasped both hands together infront of him and began to murmur something in his faux-latin-sounding phrases once again. His voice started low but gradually grew in volume, until he was almost shouting. And thus, once his string of syllables reached their culminating climax and he threw his arms into the air, the sound of a thundering clap could be heard!

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"Huh?"

The man cocked his head sideways. Nothing seemed to be happening. There was no beam of light striking down the unbelievers, no new zombies rising from the corpse-pile and certainly not holy fire with which to purge the filthy ones... That is, until a low rumble could be heard. A rumble that grew in intensity and soon began to become noticeable inside the locked and sealed-up structure. This small rumbling soon became shaking and eventually grew to an outright, balance-crippling tremor. The floor, walls and ceiling all began to quiver and move, as if an earthquake was in full effect - through, only the old church seemed to be afflicted with this very localized phenomenon.

The old man's lips spread across his gaunt face into a smirk, and his eyes bulged with anticipation. He began to cackle once again, in his hoarse voice, while shouting 'yes!' over and over, as if he had called down the hammer of justice and was now just waiting for it to smtie his opponents. Well, until a piece of the ceiling got dislodged and unceremoniously fell ontop of him, silencing the laughter instantly. Although it looked like he'd just been swatted by a large fly-swatter made out of solid stone, the groans and pained, plaintive voice coming from underneath the slab indicated that the madman was still alive.

Unfortunately, as the quaking intensified even further, the main entrance, where all four adventurers had entered from, soon collapsed and became buried behind fallen debris and pieces of crumbling stone. With no windows to leap out of, and the closest exit now buried, the group of three plus one now only had very limited time before the entire structure would start collapsing on them.

It seemed whatever prayer or magic the cleric had invoked, had either backfired, or been intended as a suicide attack to take everyone down. Whatever the case, they were all mere moments away from their undeniable doom.

As luck would have it, the smaller backdoor which previously had been blocked by the bone-bars, was now open. If everyone were to spring and make a mad dash for this exit, perhaps they could all make it out alive! ... Well, almost everyone. The old priest certainly wasn't going anywhere, and the archer-elf who was still lying on the floor had suffered several falling bits of buildings to land on her as well. Sure, she wasn't dead, but if anyone wanted to get her out of this place, she'd need to be carried...

... And time wasn't exactly plentiful, nor was the stability of the structure. A large pillar-like wall-fixture loosened from its place and fell, crushing the high elven mage's summons with a crunchy ... crushing noise. Good thing it wasn't anyone important though.

The smaller backdoor, as it were, led back into a one-way alley, which funnily enough, led up all the way to the royal district and plaza. Imagine that, how convenient.
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The lizardmans vision wasn't gone for long as he heard the new woman rapid fire some spell she had. Holy Restoration? Sounded like a healing spell, and it was judging by the tingle in his nose, and apparently cured his blindness. Good, now he could see and blink when the old man threw another fit after being called a toad by the Paladin next to him. One of his eyes drifted to the smaller man, but the...compliment? was ignored for now.

The healing holy woman called out for help. "Stay out of their reach and get closer over here." He called back while the old man just went bonkers. A fetid breath and moan from behind had him turn and slam that oversized fist into the head of one of the remaining zombies, sending skull and brain and meat flying in a splash of color before he returned his attention to the evil cleric...necromancer...guy.

He seemed to be praying, but considering his speed and flexibility Kaze doubted he could land a direct hit at this point. It had been a while since he was just so outclassed. Then again, he tended to observe before diving in, but there wasn't anything or any time to observe this time! Thunder rumbled out overhead, was it going to storm outside?

The building started to shake slightly before tremors made its already challenged structure start to fall apart. Lovely, time to get going! A chunk of ceiling fell onto the man, but it didn't kill him. What was he made of?! "Head to the back door! He exclaimed, pointing forward before looking over to the healing woman. Her construct flattened by a chunk of pillar but she seemed to be looking at the downed archer.

He held no obligation to try and save the downed archer, who was buried in some rubble, from dying in this place. So he lunged forward with his unnatural speed, grabbed the elven woman around her waist, and hauled his reptilian ass towards the small exit to get out into the alley. The ground buckled in some places, but he just pushed off the crumbling stone and bounced along. Flow acceleration was really saving him right now, his other buffs starting to fade out.

Once in relative safety he set the holy elf, who he just noticed had quite the buxom figure, down on her feet. "Next time I'm just going through the damned wall..." He muttered as he leaned back, regaining some of his breath. The purple glow around him was barely visible, he had maybe another couple minutes of them being active.
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"It's a sign of trust," Cecilia replied, winking at Artemisia.

No new parties popped up out from the woodwork, and as they got closer to the palace tower, the spearwoman was able to gauge the height more effectively. About 40 or so feet, wasn't it? Looked basically fine then. From her pack, she pulled out a hefty length of rope, 50 feet total, perhaps the most important piece of equipment she had beyond her actual equipment. Never leave home without rope, after all. Tie people up, burn it for fuel, climb up things, the applications were limitless. She pulled it over her shoulder, letting it hang against her collarbone, before slapping her thighs a couple times to encourage warmth in them. Nice and supple as always; after the regenerative potion she drank, whatever injuries she sustained in the previous fight wouldn't affect her mobility at least.

Once her meager preparations were done, she turned to the others. "I'll head up first then. See if I can secure a piton up there to attach the rope from, and then the rest of you can climb up too!"

No point in waiting now. Her ankles cracked and popped as she rotated them and she licked her lips. Planting her feet against the side of the building, she tested for grip first, as well as texture. The stone was weathered, worn from rain and wind, pockmarks everywhere as bits and pieces of it crumbled over time. Not as great as if she had climbing spikes (maybe she should have taken Norbert's shoes too), but it wasn't a big problem.

Cecilia hopped a couple steps back, and then ran right at the wall, a lilac-scented gale. Kicking off the ground, she ran upwards in a diagonal fashion, her feet skittering against the rough stone, and, on the precipice of falling, she jumped up. One jump to the side, and then a second jump in mid-air, propelling her back against the wall to take another few steps up. It was an easy rhythm, but also a frenetic pace, and she was happy, at least, that there were a couple of platforms against the wall for her to establish a better foothold on, producing a more powerful jump that gave her another feet or two of extra height.

Through that combination of wall-hopping and switchbacking, the spellblade made it up to the hole with enough leeway (or perhaps just pride) to finish her ascent with a front flip. She flashed a thumbs-up at her companions down before, before hammering a spike into the stonework, where she secured her rope.

"Don't know how safe it is," Cecilia called down, still feeling the effects of her adrenaline rush and her sugar rush kicking in at the same time. "But the horse probably can't climb this, Arte!"
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Much as Annabelle's imagination would have loved it to be otherwise, Carpenter would have been a poor rope to use in getting up the tower. The little familiar was flexible and quick, but not very good at maintaining shape when it came down to tugging a whole human body straight upwards. Not at the length that was needed, anyways.

Thankfully Cecilia was well ahead of her and came with rope of her own. As Artemisia was still mounted, Annabelle took it upon herself to be up the rope first. Grabbing hold, she worked her way up, hand and foot. Carpenter suddenly morphed into a long, twisting shape, snaking up the rope much faster than she could ever hope to climb as a mere mortal.

When she had finally made it up, Annabelle huffed. No doubt such an inefficient modem of climbing was tougher on her stamina than if she'd simply had the ability to magically leap, like Cecilia. That would be nice to have. She stood herself up after pulling onto the platform, dusting her hands of the abrasion from her grip. As she turned, stepping away from the ledge, she found herself gazing out over the ruined city. They'd been a long way, and no doubt there were many others still gunning for the prize. At least being off the streets meant they'd be far safer from further interruption.
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With the rest of the group heading up to check up there, there wasn't much that he could do. He finally rose as the fairy finished mending his clothes. While the threads were more damaged and spread than before, the appearance of the clothes were just as good as before. It would take an eagle eye to even spot a difference between before and after. Such a small detail. A normal adventurer would wear something much more appropriate for adventuring. Locke was above those fools. He wore his best at all times, unless it was infeasible to do so.

Artemisia and her horse would probably stay below, watching the entrance. Locke had a choice: stay with the noble merchant while the rest of them sought the treasure, or go with them. Well, he might as well stay with Artemisia and her horse. In case something horrible came, he could just escape on Artemisia's horse. If something horrible came and he was in whatever the hole lead to, he might be trapped. Not wanting to die, he chose to kept with that horse.

He wouldn't go up with them, unless they decided to haul the horse up there with them.
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As the building began to collapse, and she turned to run, Yinha found herself absentmindedly looking over to the wounded elven archer lying on the floor. The healing spell was doing...something at least, but time almost seemed to crawl about to a stop as a familiar but dreaded sensation suddenly ran up the back of her neck. No. Not again. Not here and now. This was NOT that time, or THAT place. Do what the old doctor in that one town she'd passed through had taught her, yes. Breathe in and out, focus on it and what was going on before her, deep breaths now. Let it all flow out, just let it flow out...

Only when a reptilian arm grabbed her around her waist and gun it towards the exit did the sensation of moving jostle her somewhat more back towards the reality before her. Yinha didn't fight Kaze's actions at all as she clung onto him for dear life, all as the hulking Lizardman ran out of the back door of the church at breakneck speeds. Not that the tough hide of Kaze would likely feel her fingers digging in. Even so, a word was muttered under her breath as they moved along, a timid but focused enough spell cast to try to do something.

"S-Shining Wall"

A meager low tier spell as it was, she used a very old-fashioned form of spellcasting one last time to try to help keep them alive. A faintly shimmering golden wall of magic would then appear above the duo as Kaze ran out with Yinha in his arm. It was a paltry barrier due to its low rank, but was enough to maybe deflect (even if it couldn't stop) larger pieces of building and such falling down...and defend from the smallest pieces of pebble and masonry at least.

Yet as she was placed back on her feet beyond the walls of the church, the golden barrier overhead cracked and shimmered away as quickly as it had arrived. Similarly, the elf found herself able to breathe again after those moments that had felt like a small eternity. Her more mechanical and stoic expression rapidly faded, all as features very much softened and she let her breathing go back to normal. Kind eyes looked back at Kaze now as he spoke about 'going through the wall', taking in his appearance before the High Elf gave a light bow to her larger ally once he was done speaking.

"My thanks for getting me out of there...just before the fighting began out I cast a spell to see if there were any undead around. Ruins and all. Once I detected some, and the fighting broke out, I made for the church," Yinha said, trying to keep it as brief as she could before letting out a long sigh.

At least she was alive.

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“Probably not,” Artemisia agreed, watching the spearwoman ascend up the stonework with her rope.

Although she’d come this far, the mounted adventurer was unwilling to part with her horse to explore deeper into the ruins. She valued her belongings far too much to venture too far away from them, and if she brought everything with her, she was pretty sure she’d snap Cecilia’s rope and break her neck falling down. If one of her new companions stayed behind, they could tend to her horse, but with her companions being little more than ragtag band, she wasn’t too sure if one of them wouldn’t make off on her horse at the first sign of any real trouble. So, she’d stay.

Artemisia made a wave of dismissal at Cecilia as Annabelle began to ascend. “Think I’ll stay behind with the horse and hold down a path for retreat, unless we find a better way around.”

With that, she dismounted, and began fishing for snacks to renew the picnic from earlier. As she pulled out a bit of bread and jerky, she noticed the fashionably dressed man was still with her.

“Had your fill of adventuring for the evening?” She held out a hand, offering some of her jerky.

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The silver haired boy watched Cecilia from a nearby pockmark within the ruined wall, balanced with one foot on a broken statue and another on a crumbled archway, both leaning over the breathless height. Ciel admired Cecilia's grace through the air, having confidence enough to mark her final jump with a flamboyant flair. It was a wonder why Vinians didn't practice such mobility magic, when every time one wished to have a drink they would have to traverse cliffs, smoothed bare by relentless sea wind. Perhaps they had just adopted to it, ingraining climbing into instinct and no longer needing arcane assistance to know to take advantage of every crevice, every dent, every ledge to make their daily ascent and descent.

And the fact that Ciel barely weighted much let him easy access to much of the tower wall, which was much more inviting to climb than the usual cliffs. He stopped occasionally to circle around the tower, making sure that the bard and his group wasn't secretly circling their way back, then resuming his skips and jumps across exposed fortifications to his perch just above the hole. His tattered cloth fluttered as Ciel gingerly tested the integrity of the crystalline structures above him. Crystals were getting a lot denser at the top, although that didn't stop Ciel from trying to route out a path further above the hole, all the way to the top.

There was a very good reason for why Ciel was trying hard to earn his keep.
Ciel was given cookies.
Cookies.
It was beyond a luxury within the city walls, and was regarded as a fantasy to even the most opulent syndicates. Merchants carrying them wisely skirted the city proximities, and a gold coin spent on getting expendable luxury was better off accuring arms and food. Ciel once heard a joke about cookies being the best measure of popular support, though at the time he didn't really understand what cookies were.
And now there was one safely, dearly tucked away in his bindle.
If there was a reason to stick to this group in particular, he would no longer have to look further. If Ciel was going to thank Cecilia for the grant, it would be through his actions.
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Treasure in the Tower, the Ruin Palae


Those who tried to touch or even just accidentally came into contact with the now far more numerous, and densely populated, crystals that shimmered in green and pink, would find themselves experiencing deja vu. As brittle as ever, the small snow cone-sized crystals would shatter and dissolve like as if they were amde of sand whenever physical contact was made with them, regardless of how gently or forcefully one touched them. They could offer no support, no ground to stand on, and no grip to use as leverage... Nor could they be taken as treasure or loot. Beautiful as they were, they were only ephemeral, brittle and passing decorations it would seem.

Those who had climbed up into the tower and entered the cavity would find themselves surprised. For while the wall of the tower had been smashed open, the interior floor still remained standing, allowing one to walk about as if the tower was in fact not a ruined piece of ancient ruin at all. Although, the entire interior, ceiling, walls and floor, were absolutely covered in the small crystals - though some, as it were, were much larger in this area when compared to those outside. However, apart from the glittering crystals, there wasn't anything remotely interesting around - for as with the rest of the Forgotten Ruins, this palace had been picked clean long ago. No furniture, tapestries, carpets or anything else of that sort remained. An empty room, full of otherworldly crystalline shapes and constructs...

Well, not entirely empty. For you see, over by the west-most part of the room, hard-pressed against the wall there, there was something. A crystal, like the others, of considerably greater size. In fact, it was as big as two or three wheelbarrows, and unlike the other smaller cousin-crystals, this one was light blue, rather than pink and green in color. It also emitted a faint, azure glow that clashed with the even lighter glow of the many smaller crystals around it. Those who would approach this larger crystal would feel the intense magical power radiating from the thing, even if they weren't magically inclined or savvy themselves. Such was its power. Capable of sending a tingling, almost harrowing, sensation through the body of whoever approached, it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time.

But that was not the main draw. No, for you see, those who got even closer would be privvy to something remarkable. The closer you got, the more easily you would be able to make out a shape or form within the large, blue crystal. Getting even closer, the shape would become more and more clear and less blurry. And those brave enough to stand only a few feet away, would be able to see in throguh the blue-tinted crystal's shell, and see clearly what was trapped inside.

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It was! .... A girl?

To be more accurate, a young, voluptuous girl, with purple hair and a pair of horns protruding from her head. Her bangs covered one eye, and the one that could be seen was closed. Her head was slightly bent downwards, and it looked as if she was asleep - though considering there was no movement whatsoever from her, she was either not breathing and very much dead in there, or the crystal had somehow completely frozen her in place. The clothes she wore, while exposing and a bit evocative for certain, were still lavish and exquisite. She looked to be a young lady as well, no way past her mid teen years. In fact, with her slightly below average height and overall appearance, she almost looked like a doll inside that crystal prison, perfect, flawless, silent, unmoving.

But, something was strange. For she was stuck in a pose that seemed to be... Strange... She was holding both of her arms infront of her face, crossed across each other like an 'x', as if she was shielding herself from something. Or knees were also bent and touching each other, as if she was trying to trying to either make herself smaller or perhaps exert more weight in one spot, for whatever reason. All in all, it looked as if she was frozen in a pose which seemed to indicate that she was trying to defend herself from... Something or someone. Though, given her current situation, that seemed to have ultimately failed.

But what would those who dared get close do next? What were their thoughts and feelings now that they had found this fallen star? And if they intended to haul it back to Palagria for a reward... How the heck were they going to make that happen?

Meanwhile, those that had chosen to remain outside would find themselves with little to do. It did not appear that Hawklin and his group were sneakily hiding anywhere, as they made no attempt to reappear. Nor did any new groups or individuals pop up to make matters more interesting, or complicated, either... At least not for the immediate present.

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While Kaze and Yinha had suffered very little in the way of falling debris, much thanks to both the lizardman's speed and the high elf's minor, but timely, protetive spell. They could rest easy with nothing more than a couple of small bruises and sores from the collapsing building. Vani, and his ward, on the other hand, had faired a bit less well.

Not only was Vani bleeding from the back of the head from the chunk of masonry that had fallen on him while trying to dig Atua out of her makeshift grave, he also suffered far more serious bruises and cuts. Thankfully, his armor had taken the worst of the damage and had protected him from the absolute worse, though that being said, he would need to get it repaired at some point. Atua, on the other hand, had suffered many more bruises and injuries. Even with Yinha's restroative magic from earlier, once she had become buried in the heap of debris, the healing spell had not been able to mitigate the accumulating damage.

The archer's body was littered with cuts, scrapes and bruises, as well as discolored blotches from internal bleeding. Her face was an absolute mess and it looked like one of her hands had been crushed, or at least dislocated somehow, since all her fingers were bent and pointing in very odd, very unnatural directions. Still, as if her condition was not enough, the four survivors did not have much time to celebrate their miraculous escape.

As the church began to fall apart, it became painfully clear that standing in a narrow alleyway, when a huge structure of stone was collapsing and falling apar, there was bound to be fallout. Clouds of dust began to fill the narrow passage they found themselves in, and more debris and chunks of stone came raining down. Once the entire building crumbled under its own weight, there was sure to be a proverbial storm of dust and detritus that would fill the entire area... And standing around for that didn't seem like the smarest of ideas. Since the alleyway was a dead-end, leading from the Royal Plaza to the back of the large church, there was only one way to run, and no detours or side-paths to take.

If the four wanted to avoid being buried in dust and rock, they'd need to hurry and get their asses out into the open plaza further ahead.
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After a bit of a stretch the group was fully out of the collapsing church, some more worse for wear than others. The holy spellcaster woman explained why she popped up inside of the sealed church after thanking him, but the behemoth just shrugged his shoulders in response. "No problem." He rumbled out, his voice unsurprisingly deep even outside of a combat situation.

The elven paladin had come skidding out with the downed archer, making him raise an eye-ridge. Yes she had been controlled by the necromancer...or evil cleric, whatever the decrepit old man had been, but she had been seriously wrecked in a physical way. That hand would never pull a drawstring again even with magic. But the building was still coming down, and the group was literally right next to it in a narrow alley. There wasn't really any time for talking now.

So with a grunt he tucked the buxom elven woman under his arm, and grabbed Vani by collar of his breastplate before moving. That long stride, along with lacking the desire to be crushed, brought them to the exit of the alley and beyond to get further away from the collapsing stone building. "I know you tried saving that girl, but she wasn't going to recover from that." He said to the paladin as he set the two back down. Despite his strength carrying an extra three hundred to four hundred pounds was not an easy feat!

His buffs passed, he was back to being his still absurdly strong non-glowy self covered in dust and sweat, and was breathing pretty heavily at this point. The archer, he felt, had been too far gone. Honestly if the building hadn't been collapsing he would have ended that suffering swiftly.
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This was certainly a completely different sort of star. No divine steel, no infernal legacy. Rather, a crystal-bound princess, dressed in garbs that even a humble seamstress like Cecilia could tell was ridiculously expensive. Was this even a princess? This was the sort of outfit that one would expect…not an empress to wear, neither an aristocrat, but rather, the courtesan of a mighty emperor perhaps. A concubine of the Gods upon their heavenly thrones, cast down upon earth for some curious misdeed?

Cecilia shook her head. She was getting way too poetic for this. A jaw-droppingly beautiful woman wasn’t what she came here for, and now that this starfallen maiden (maybe not a maiden, really) turned out to be their reward at the end of the tunnel, what the hell was she going to do? Just give up a girl to the carnal lusts of the Galanon Imperator? A holy ore was one thing. She was neither smith nor hero, and could part with it in the blink of an eye. A holy weapon was another thing. It could be used, perhaps, to cut her way to freedom, but she also wouldn’t mind giving it up. But a holy maiden? One that may be kin to some celestial bloodline, capable of being the mother to a dynasty of demigods? Cecilia could do nothing with that, and it also sounded gross as fuck.

The spellblade turned to the others. Just Annabelle and Ciel, the strangers who were stranger than Locke and Arte. Then she shrugged, a mirthless grin surfacing. “I’m not really the human trafficking kind. Sorta gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth, y’know?”

She turned, strode towards the imprisoning crystal, and placed her hand upon it. If it was anything like the others, perhaps it’ll just shatter. If not, well, she had a spear for a reason.
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When Cecilia placed her hand on the larger, blue crsyal with the frozen girl inside, a very distinct change in the air arouund the area could be both felt and seen. For one, the smaller pink and green crystals stopped shimmering or emitting any light what so ever. The large blue crystal prison also lost its azure glow and aura. Instead, the area began to become darker and more foreboding... Not to mention, Cecilia could actually feel her stamina and vigor begin to drain from her body, as it coursed through her body, racing through her arm and then leaving her altogether via her palm pressed against the big crystal.

Whatever this thing was, it was clear that touching it with your bare skin was a really, really, really bad idea. Was it some sort of life draining trap? If so, the girl inside might be subject to the same cruel sensation as the spellblade was suffering right now. Or perhaps the girl inside was the one draining the life from whoever touched her bubble? Though, she didn't indicate to even notice that someone was meddling with her crystalline cell, likely since the thing was solid all the way through with the exception of the limited spot and space she herself occupied.

Whatever the case and situation may be, two things were clear: This crystal was not friendly or beneficial, and it was both unsafe and possibly perilous to one's health to carelessly come into contact with it. Even Ciel and Annabelle, despite being further away from the damnable thing, could notice the temperature in the air drop slowly, and a sort of gloomy murk beginning to cloud the corners of their vision - though not to the same, imeediate extent as Cecilia. In addition, the fashionable noble would quickly begin to hear a slight ringing in her ears, which grew more audible the longer she remained in direct contact with the fallen star.

Of course, as soon as the fashionable noblewoman would let go of the crystal, things would return to nromal almost immediately, as if nothing bad had ever happened.
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Once again, her very body was luggage for a giant lizard to carry around. Had she explained it like that back home, one might swiftly assume a dragon had carried her off...not a large Lizardman with incredible strength who was fleeing the collapse of a building brought down by an insane necromantic magic using old man. She didn't even have time to properly look at the Paladin or archer girl, both of whom seemed in bad condition as it was. She'd barely finished speaking and noticing the two's arrival before it was up in the Lizardman's arms again, as the Paladin too seemed to be this time, to flee the remaining cascade of debris and dust.

This time, however, the Angelic Mage cast up the same cheap barrier from before to help them get away. Wasn't hard to use such a spell in an unorthodox situation...at least when her teacher had long ago pelted her with rocks to get her to learn this spell. "Practical application" he called it.

By the time she was set down once more, the High Elf coughed hard from what dust had kicked out about them along the way. Wasn't enough to suffocate, but it wasn't like it made breathing easy either. Yet after a moment, the buxom mage stood up and dusted herself off in a hurry before casting another "Summon: Lesser Angel" spell. From a small magic circle that once again formed in the air a statuesque, albeit animated, Guardian angel descended.

Then after giving it mental orders to help heal and treat the wounded Paladin and Lizardman, Yinha went looking about herself to try to get her bearings. As much as it hurt to not see the Archer there somewhere inside, at the same time she merely said a quiet prayer in her mind that the elf had passed swiftly and without pain at least. It seemed to be quite the grand ruined plaza of some sort, that much she could tell, and-...ah.

They were not alone either.

"Hey there!" Yinha called out loud to those she could still see left in the Royal Plaza, waving her arms about to get their attention, "We have wounded here! Do you have any supplies?"

A Guardian could cast low tier holy magic, but at the same time she didn't want to keep spamming magic forever. She had more than plenty of mana and was a proper Angelic Mage, at least, yet some mundane treatment would be nice if anyone had some potion or salve or such on their person. Maybe. Or with how this day was going they could be attacked again, in which case she at least had a Guardian out and spells to use.

She hoped dearly for the former, peaceful situation rather than the latter.

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