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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Jollan @Guy0fV4lor @Rai

CONSTANCE MARIT AND GANYMEDE

The poison must've gotten to her. Everything happened in a large blur. The paper, the snakes, the wolves, the kiss… Her cheeks were bright red, her lips parted, as she looked up at the woman in an entranced confusion. The second she felt a fight in her hand, though, reality slapped her. Her grip tightened like a venus flytrap around it the paper, unsure of what it did, tensing up. She pulled her way out from underneath the woman, her ribcage a lock around her thumping heart. Hisses… Loud, approaching hisses. And someone trying to not allow her to stop those hisses. Who was more dangerous?

As she questioned her impending doom with a lightheaded stumble, she hit into something cold. As her hand touched it, her eyes went wide. Turning, she saw a giant snake. No- These were called basilisks. Though, it didn’t seem hostile, for some reason. With her frenzied breathing from the situation, she watched as it slithered on by… The hisses returned, though they were not from the basilisks. Looking down, her companion championed on her neck. A scaly truce. Though… It turned towards Mason.

Looking back, Dremmick looked incredibly weak as the larger basilisk advanced on him. Mason was getting up like the creaky way a grandparent should with blood all over his face. Running forwards, she dragged Mason by his arm, and slid infront of the bottle-chugging Dremmick with her shield, Mason pushed behind her. As the basilisk lunged, a clang fell across the room, and with that, Ganymede’s return.

High heels clicked loudly, seeming to come from everywhere with the echoes. Putting a hand under Siiga’s frozen jaw, she inspected her. Looking into her non-paralyzed eyes, she sighed. The red eyes fit her, cute. ”Aww. What a shame. Was looking forward to your abilities, my warrior…” Ganymede turned, tilting her head. “Who sent you, though?” The armored lady was pretty cute too, and that seraphim’s wings were very elegant, though the bloody nose didn’t fit his handsome face. And they had an iceblock, too. Maybe the armor was sweaty? Oh, no. That edgy one. His arm was pretty hideous, and she didn’t get a shot at his face yet. When her basilisks got their frozen mouse, she wouldn’t get a good look either, so she’d have to take a peek before that.

Constance grunted as the basilisk came at her again. Oh god-- Big scythes and little ladies didn’t work well together unless she was some powerhouse or some bullshit. The smaller basilisk started circling around them. “Now you’re asking that question, after trying to kill us!?” Gany nodded in response, waltzing closer to the gang. After taking a quick survey of them, she turned around. “Well… The poison was only able to daze you, I made sure of it. They just had a meal, so they probably won’t kill you. So you guys can just sit there.” Donning a smile, she winked.

A cackle bounced around the room. Shooting off, she was suddenly on the wall, with a tiny little ledge beneath her. She grabbed something off her side- like a rock?- and threw it towards the center at the old lady. In an instant, she was already on her shoulder. Raising her scythe with a glee like no other painted on her face, she went to dig it into her ugly, veiny, wrinkly neck. She should’ve used some basilisk-egg goo, it would really help with the crows feet.

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GANYMEDE

She looked at the old lady from alllllll the way down to 5 feet. Rolling her eyes at the speech, she looked at Siiga. [color=E4583C]“Last chance. I’m not here to let her fall into King’s hands at all, not even Nuxta,”[color=E4583C] She quirked a smile towards her. What a cutie.

Someone came in from the back, but she took her time to turn around and face him. He looked young, and fresh, though a bit winded. Poor kiddo, his mission would fail. “You’re here to bring it to Vrondi, no? Then sorry, no negotiations.” Looking to Siiga, she winked, pulling off the red cloth on her scythe to reveal slashes of dragonic text, handing her cloth. “Use this, dear.”

Instantly, the visible markings glowed. She took a huge breath in, her eyes turning to slits. Like an explosion in her mouth happened, she blew out massive amounts of toxins. The air turned a dark green, the small amounts of sunlight coming in being tinted. The fumes covered all sight of Ganymede, and her Basilisks started to slither in.

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CONSTANCE MARIT

She didn’t listen to Dremmick, because she simply didn’t care. Whatever he was saying was a waste of breath, as he weakly tried to defend himself. After eyeing the mountain, Constance had the same idea as Mason.

She turned around, going to find Kou. Before she ran off, she looks back at the bandits. They were cold and wet, but alive in the least. [color=FFE4E1]“I hope you take this as a lesson to turn your lives around,” She says, before grabbing her shield from the bank, and running towards the horse.

Kou was in wait, a bloody hind. “I’m sorry boy,” She said, taking a deep breath. She lifted her hand, and the best she could do was to close the skin. “You’ve got to hold out a little bit longer, ok?” As she mounted the horse, her armor soaked, but they were both alive. Mason sure seemed in a rush though. Even if they did get the artifact first, what were they to do? Go out the one entrance and outrun them despite having used all their energy getting there?

Kicking off, the ride took a while as Kou resisted a bit, but he seemed to trust Constance. Considering the injury and energy levels, they made it in record time. They had already been so close. Dismounting, she let Kou off to find some water to comfort him. She was about to walk in, when the sound of something similar to a water pump leak appeared. And... Hisses? She stepped in cautiously, her shield at the ready. And then she was hit with it.

A green smoke-ish substance hit her, curling around her shield like tendrils. She instantly started coughing mad, she she fumbled to find something to cover her face. Pulling hard on the protective shirt from the chain mail, she ripped it off- or at least some of it. “Mason? Mason!?” No, no, he had to be alive. Trying to push forward, dots invaded the corners of her eyes. But she had to push on. Eyes watering, she tried to call on something inside her to find him. Like an ancestral connection? Blood? She didn’t know, but she did know it was all she could rely on. Like calling out into the void, she spoke his name in her mind. ”Where are you?”

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GANYMEDE

A breeze came into the room, despite it being cave. Little hisses, and then the steps of high heels.

”You too?” A voice queered. If Siiga was to turn around, she’d see a tiny person with a big scythe. It was quite easy to get there, actually. No wonder there was someone else. But, who sent the people to get this artifact…? Was information being spilled from her King and Queen? Ilya and Faina slithered in behind her, uninterested in the conversation, just here for a dark room to sleep in.

Siiga spun on her heels, almost drawing the blade there and then. Her eyes narrowed at this newcomer. Who the hell was this? “What the fuck? Where did you come from?"

Sighing, she sat on her haunches, very apathetic to her. ”Special orders from my King. What brings you?”

"Not letting magic artifacts fall into the hands of a king" Siiga glowered, still not quite ready to let go of her weapon. If push came to shove, she'd need to grab the artifact and run.

Ganymede tilted her head, then she figured what she was saying. ”Oh, oh no. Not that type of King. I despise Kings. He’s a god, rather. Ever heard of Nuxta?”

No, she had not heard of Nuxta. Why the hell would she have? Gods were worse than kings in Siiga's eyes. What's the point of all that power if you don't do something good with it?

She stands, a bit more interested now. ”He’s taking down other Kings. They will exist no longer, not able to give orders of pain and suffering, Race will not matter. In his eyes, and the Basilisk Queen’s, bandits will be treated like citizens. Children will all have food. No more agony.”

"You're tryna get on my good side" Siiga raised an eyebrow. "You know I'm a bandit, somehow.”

Her eyebrows knit together. “You are? I figured you were a revolutionist with your speech. I was giving an example.”

"Most civillians would have been disgusted at the idea of giving bandits amnesty. Literally the only people who support it are bandits themselves. Which means you're not exactly operating within the law either"

”No, I'm simply for peace and equality. You're overthinking this. I'm telling you my purpose. Bandits often do not choose to be one, but are forced to be for survival. That's it." She sighs, lobbing her head to the side, and striding towards Siiga. Not in an aggressive way, but like old pals. ”I'm not in some cruel game to fake this on you for some idiotic reason."

"I never said you were. But now thats you've said it, I think you are." Siiga had a smile a mile long on her face. It was hard to read. Was she suspicious, curious, friendly, hostile?

”Why? Why would I do that?" She frowned deeply. ”What incentive do I have? You could make a break for it with the artifact, no matter what I say. Nuxta likes the artifact, gods know why. It doesn't matter to me." As she said this, she wrapped her braid around her neck like a scarf. "It's chilly in here."

“I dunno. But if there's one thing I've learned, its that you never trust someone who likes bandits." Siiga's smile never faltered. "So what's your angle here?"

Turning to her, she tugged on her upper lip in a face of 'really?'. Shrugging she turned to look at the old woman just sitting there, ever so patient. "All right, thats your opinion. I guess my angle is...? I don't know exactly what you mean by that."

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@Jollan

CONSTANCE MARIT

Constance looked into the nymphs eyes, blinking as she quickly moved away. She watched down the river as she rose above Dremmick and… went away. Smoke was moving towards them in the air, as Connie’s muscles tensed up to be more thick than Dremmick’s goddamn head. Looking back at the bandit, still shrunk behind her, she gave a glare to say ”Watch me, because if you leave I'm giving you this same treatment.” Storming downstream, she didn’t care for watching out for caltraps as she walked across to meet him at his horse. Once she met him, she instantly pulled him up by his shirt, her grip made of iron.

”Are you kidding me? I’m going to throw you in this goddamn water so hard you’ll be wetter than your mom’s pants when she thought of mating with a dog. How stupid do you have to be to do shit like that, AFTER she told us we put blood in her waters?” Her fist tightened on his collar, somehow. Her teeth grinded together as she glared daggers into him. ”What kind of shit are you compensating for by killing people struggling to survive, failed by a system? Your head is so far up your ass you could see your ovaries. Goddamn, all you're showing me now is that you'll be our weak-backed link. You would’ve been luckier if she DID kill you, because now you’ve got to stay alive with me, you dick.” Finally, after staring in his eyes a few seconds longer, she drops him. Turning away, she stops before walking off. ”If you need healing, you better sit your ass up, and help us get the other horses.”

Walking back to the bandits- hey, that guy was still sitting there- she takes out her sword from the brute. The man had been sitting there, strugling a bit, but thanks to his shitty armor the chainmail stayed stuck. Looking to the two alive, she takes a breath, and puts her chin up. ”Who do you serve? What purpose do you hold to send a milita after us?” She crosses her arms, looking over to Mason for a second, assuring he was ok. Thank her ancestors, the spell did it’s job. She looked back to the bandits, her eyebrow perked.

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CONSTANCE MARIT

Constance eases, her lips pursed as she hears the nymph. Mind racing as she tries to come up with something, she knows something will have to have some stupid luck here. Giving a quick glare to Dremmick who totally wasn’t the one to kill five people while practically standing in the waters, she moves her shield to the side, and kneels. The practically whimpering bandit behind her doesn’t seem happy about that, but at least they still have a meat shield in front of them.

“I am honored to meet someone such as you, but I am deeply sorrowful to have tarnished your waters to meetl ike this. But, do not blame Sol for our crimes. None of us are Sol residents…” She looks to her allies, her face hardening. “I am the only Sol here. Blame me, not them.

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@Rai @Jollan @Guy0fV4lor

GANYMEDE

The quaint village was cute, if you could call it that. It composed of less than a hundred, that was for sure. But it still had shops, as it was at crossroads. Waltzing along the streets, she had her hand at the ready to summon Callisto’s Kiss, incase a futz came about. Stopping at a butcher, the pungent odor of meat washed over her. Ilya loved cow, though Faina was too young to eat many of the bones whole. She took her order, a cow and a fatty pig.

“Hah, who ya feedin far? A family of Tyro after a long day ah work?” The butcher asked with a smile, and a jolly laugh. Looking at her stature, he went to offer a hand. “Looks like ya need a bit ah help. I can get my son to-”
“That won’t be necessary,” She hissed, squinting her eyes. Tyro. The butcher looked on awkwardly, putting his hands together. “Ah, aight lass! I’ll… Bring em out,” He said, like it was a suggestion to himself, slipping into the back room. The one other person in the shop, who resembled the butcher, had big bloody gloves on and an apron way too large for him. And yet, he looked at Ganymede like she was the strange one. She was fine, he was the one making assumptions.

She walked out of the store with two huge cloth sacks over her shoulders as she held onto their ropes with a hand, reeking of meat. A few people watched, but many just didn’t want to question it. Reaching the edge of the village, she called for two of her companions. Dumping the contents on the grass, the bloody midsections of a cow and pig sat waiting there. Sure, they could hunt, but they needed to get going. Once they swallowed their meals, they were off.

Sitting atop Ilya as he crept swiftly along the lands- as a gigantic basilisk should- pushed wind into Ganymede’s hair. She calmly looked through her map as the mountain showed itself along the horizon. Picking her head up, she saw Faina ahead of them, watching out for any dangers. Nuxta had given a good description of where the artifact was, but she was preparing for it not to be easy to get to. Climb a mountain? Sure. But that wouldn’t just be it. Something was surely guarding it. Sighing, she rolled up her map, and lay on her back as the skies shifted above her. While she loved getting to go out and do good work for Nuxta and Ghara, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long. She needed to be back to help with the encroachment. Soon, everyone would be happy, there would be no wars, no suffering...
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CONSTANCE MARIT

Feeling her ancestors answering the call, she used her ears to fight, which came naturally. Despite her pool of energy having been offered for this darkness, it almost made her more eased. They were in her turf now. Many sounds were around her, from yelps and cries, but she focused in on her foremost enemy. The suction of water as he pulled himself up, to the shifting of ground as he stood. Bashing her shield into him once more as he lifted himself, he tumbled back down. Hearing his gasps, she raised her sword, and drove the blade down through his arm. She was caught off guard by a gargantuan roar, shattering the corners of her spell.

Light flooded back in for a few blinks, before darkness took over once more- albeit less of a pure pitch black. It’s like she could hear a heart stop; one of the bandits was ripped to shreds. Before she could do anything else, singing was heard. She was unsure of what to do, so she let go of her spell for good. Like breathing for the first time with brand new lungs, the weight of what spell she just cast. Seeing one more bandit cowering in fear, she put herself infront of them, facing towards where she heard the beast.

She was at a loss for what had just happened. Two bandits were alive, along with her allies. Most importantly, a lion ent stood before her, water nymph behind it, trying to calm it with her song. Constance’s tense shoulders released, though she did not back down yet. ”Do not ease yourself yet, my friends! Stay on guard!” Her eyes pierced into the lion’s, watching intensely. Wherever it was from, whatever it would do, it had eyes on it from all corners. The little snake popped up from her armor, watching in interest at the fearful lion. ”We don’t want to hurt you, big guy,” she whispered, hoping that it would somehow hear her. The nymph continued singing, as she stood like a wall, readying herself for the possibility it wouldn’t totally work.

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GANYMEDE

BASICS

AGE- UNKNOWN
5’
151 LBS
ORO
COLOR- E4583C


AFFILIATED WITH NUXTA AND THE BASILISK QUEEN

HER SCYTHE

HER SCYTHE-
Callisto’s Kiss, her scythe, is like a child to her. As long as she has been spotted with Nuxta and Ghara, she’s had it, though Nuxta helped her exhance it. It seems to have a few magical properties, that she has mastered the art of.
Io’s Vessel - The intricate golden ring at the end of the staff of her scythe can do a bit more than look pretty. At her will, she can vary the weight of the small endcap, allowing her to use the difference in balance to achieve types of attacks and spells.
Europa’s Shackles- The small chain hanging at the connection between the staff and the steel seems innocent, like a simple fashion statement. However, it can pull out to a full 30 feet of (seemingly) pure gold. It is incredibly hard to lift by anyone but Ganymede herself, but possible.
Nuxta taught her to summon it through wind and moonlight itself, which was the first thing to bring it from a scythe to a legendary weapon. The scythe itself is made of a rare type of steel unable to be bent, melt, or even scratched. It itself is always sharp, though it cannot break her skin or cause harm.

ABILITIES AND SPELLS

ABILITIES-
Immune to poison
Basilisk tamer
Speaks to basilisks (+some speech with other reptiles)
Expert-intermediate mastery of air and earth
SPELLS-
Draconic Awakening
Due to her ancestry and loyalty to Ghara, she can awaken certain aspects of dragons and reptiles. Elongated nails, teeth, and growths of scales on skin (typically on limbs most). Her spells she learned from Ghara are highly amplified in this form, though she rarely has memory of when she is in this form.
Basilisk’s Lullaby
As a lullaby basilisks “sing” to their young, her interpretation that mortal ears can hear can entrance those near her to drop their weapons, become calm, and/or sleep. This tends to cause basilisks to draw near to her.
Soul Stone Teleportation
If she leaves a soul stone behind in places, she is able to teleport between them by switching places with them. She can only teleport herself, and the soul is used up afterwards, meaning she must replenish it.
Poison Breath
Pretty much how it sounds. She must take a large breath in to be able to blow out poison, so if she can’t open her mouth, she likely wouldn’t be able to put anything out in an amount to kill someone.

MOTIVATION

MOTIVATION-
Ganymede wishes to take down the territories, and unite them all under King Nuxta’s rule. Seeing people and lives being torn apart by racial transgressions, she was affected deeply. She will not hesitate to kill in order to accomplish the stopping of such wars, and to not allow any one descendant leader to gain power.

BIRTHPLACE

BIRTHPLACE-
As a babe, she was thrown into the wilds, unwanted. A group of basilisks decided to raise her, which the Basilisk Queen Ghara took notice of as she thrived in such environment. Here she learned most about how to manipulate the earth for her and her basilisk family's’ survival.

MINOR QUIRKS

MINOR QUIRKS-
Markings go along her whole body, mostly on chest and her legs.
Dragonic markings shimmer when using spells.
Scabiosa flower never seems to wilt.
Her hair grows incredibly fast.
Loves to wear heels!
Hums a lot.
Eyes turn to slits when using basilisk magic.

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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Rai @Jollan @Guy0fV4lor

Constance Marit

As the stream still rushed over her boots, she pursued her lips. While her mind often went down the rabbit hole for no reason, this felt different. Knitting her eyebrows together, she tried to focus in on her hearing to heighten it further. Somewhere... She heard a the slide of steel, the pull of a string. Tensing up, she pushed her shield forwards as fast as she physically could. ”Mason! Get down! Get behind me!” She bellowed. Holding still, nothing happened for a second. Then things seemed to explode.

A rain of arrows fell towards them, and all she could tell was that they were bouncing off her shield- up until she heard a cry of a horse. Instinctively she raised her head, weakening her hold on her shield, which was a terrible choice. Kou pushed past her, making her stumble, while a gigantic brute pounced with an overhead swing. Luckily, it slid off her shoulder plates, and only gave her a slice instead of a stab. Gritting her teeth, she brought her sword around. While she was inexperienced with a sword, she did have the strength. It embed itself into a meaty part of his thigh. Anymore attacks were futile, as he gripped her left arm, pulling out her sword, and incapacitating her dominant hand. Yelping, she slammed her shield into his right side, since his arm was up, trying to get a good liver hit.

Two came in upstream, three from the forest, nocking their arrows towards the trio with a mix of swords and daggers on their bodies, one with a small shield. The other four came riding in on horses, two with their swords drawn, two also drawing their bows. And, of course, the brute attacking Constance. Kou was in a dead run towards the mountains after one from the forest landed an arrow on his hindquarters.

The beefcake of a guy tumbled back, gripping his side, falling to his knees. Many were still shooting at Mason, since he was basically a beacon in the sky saying “Hey, I’m very soft, shoot arrows at me!”. She took her chance while her opponent was still down, because she knew he’d get back up again and they would have to continue fighting. Trying to draw on something from her blood, her ancestors, and then the gods, she went to cast darkness upon all of them.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

She looked back at Vrondi after her statement, seeing a group of what looked like bandits leaving. Her sharp ears picked up on their conversation, but there wasn’t much she could do on it now. Sighing, she looked back at Mirror. “I’m still not your ally. This is just for that desire. You’d better keep her safe in Sunfire, I swear to the gods...” Her mumbles carried on, then she saw the King near. It felt like her rib cage locked around her lungs. He was right in front of her, and before she knew it, he was talking to her. She didn’t realize herself slowly nearing until she vanished, and she had to blink several times to center back on reality. Exhaling quickly, she turned around with her chin high, waiting for further instruction.

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She hated being belittled like that. She knew how to carry herself in heavy armor, geez. The sword, though, was certainly new. She still had her crappy halberd on her horse, but she knew the sword would do her better in the long run. Taking a deep breath in, she managed to give a final glare to Mirror, before their horses took off.

Every mark on the land made her frown. Cemeteries, lone swords standing in the grasses, scars on the earth. She didn’t know what to do but watch, as they passed by in streaks, marked with white from Kou’s hair. She just had to ignore them for now. For her desire.

They arrived in the forest in no time, with her cheeks pink from the wind and her hair whipped around. She hopped off her horse by now, looking at her comrades. How did she get in a situation like this? Hearing the stream, she knew her holy horse did too, as it was quickly drawn to it. Then they came across her- the mountain.

She paused before the churning stream, watching it in fearful awe. She clutched her arm, trying to pinch herself discreetly. “Well... I hope you guys aren’t afraid of heights,” she joked, a little uneasy. Kou whinnied, making it’s way to the stream, starting to take a long drink. She shifted uncomfortably in her armor.

She hoped they weren’t like dogs, smelling her panic as she stood there. Heights never led to anything good. She took her first step in the stream, feeling her boots get a little soggy. Taking careful steps across, she used her shield to balance herself, until she was on the other side. She paused, looking back at her allies, thinking back. Where were those bandits? Would they be ambushed? Was the mountain any safe? Could she trust armor from Mirror? Her mind kept on a downward spiral, her breathing becoming shallow like the stream. She had to carry on, still. She agreed to this. She had to remind herself of what desire she was doing this for- mom.