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ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Oh hey, Est, do the twins have any resistance to poisons/drugs?

@ERode

> Their Luck Ring activated and Rhinecliff accidentally drank from the spiked chalice.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--Hathforth Castle - Apprentice's Quarters--

Now with the tour concluded, the Lilim assumed they'd return to the workshop so she and Master could take care of all the necessary preparations to integrate her participation in his research as soon as possible, it'd certainly be in the best interest of everyone involved, including Her Majesty. However, before she could even propose the idea, an inexplicable phenomenon occurred as a gale burst forth from behind them then immediately followed by the appearance of a wisp, heralded by an eruption of blinding light.

"...how curious." Though magical phenomenons were to be expected in the aptly-named Arcane Wing, her instincts told her that this particular event was... unsanctioned by the Court Mage. Regardless, the Lilim observed with healthy caution as the spirit orb seemed intent to lead them somewhere, to a particular window. As a magus proficient in the art of manipulating space-time, Melisande could reliably recognize a portal when she saw it, and someone or something had cast one at this specific window.

"A portal, Master, and I presume whoever was responsible is the same entity currently puppeteering this wisp." The apprentice informed matter-of-factly, "Whoever they are, they sure seem quite keen to have an audience with us."

Then, even as the thought of entertaining the anonymous invitation was formulating in her mind, a certain other entity interjected.

If you so unwisely wish to trust every summons sent to you, then at the very least exercise enough caution and allow me to go in your stead through Gemini.

Why, Kronos, I didn't know you care, fufu~

Don't flatter yourself, Feyling, as we are now, our lives are tied, I shall not allow you to bring our collective demise through reckless wanderlust.

Fair, though are you certain of your ability to convincingly emulate my mien, Kronos?

You insult me, Melisande, I've been forced to remain with you since you were but a tiny Feyling, I know you more than even the abductor that you call mother.

I see, very well then.

The gemmed brooch attached at Melisande's left breast pocket briefly shone with arcane power as a perfectly-identical copy of the Lilim manifested nearby, currently inert and unmoving like a lifelike doll, "Master, for the sake of my safety, I shall send my simulacrum into the portal instead of myself," She elaborated, "Though I'm in no position to stop you from venturing forth, if you do, I must implore you to stay safe, Milord."

With a nod toward Lord Blackthorne, the 'simulacrum' came to life as the clone - Kronos - stepped into the portal, with or without the Court Mage by its side.

As the Dremora passed through the illusory window, it realized that it hosted the simplest form of a portal, one that merely provided access to the space right behind it. Such pointless theatrics... It scoffed as it descended down the magical stairs to the castle's gardens.

Eventually, the Shadeborne entity came mask-to-mask with the stranger. It curled a small smile, flawlessly mimicking Melisande's mannerisms as it approached the blade-wielding figure, "I'd introduce myself, but I presume you're already aware of our identities," Kronos chuckled in the Lilim's voice, "Under such circumstances, to whom do we owe this pleasure?"

@LunarParadox @Estylwen

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Desert--

The combined assault all came in lightning-quick succession, after being assailed by Eliane's explosive shells and scorch-shocked by Eve's flaming lightning, the Revenant received a solid falling thrust from Galahad's dragonslaying halberd, then any attempts of counterattack were disrupted by Rudolf and Robin occupying its immediate attention, however, the Revenant only had so many limbs to work with, when Miina lunged with her electrified rapier, it had none to left to respond against.

The presumed Pseudolon of Odin was clearly hurting, even if its face was covered, its howls and staggers meant whatever the Kirins were doing was working. Good, this simply meant they had to keep this up. However, even after all that, being wounded just seemed to make it angrier, like a cornered tiger, this has turned from a casual hunt into a desperate fight for its life, guess which situation would command more ferocity?

"...?!" Eve's red eyes widened as in a split-second, the Revenant split itself manifold, conjuring three illusory copies, but presumably just as deadly. This wasn't good, Grayscale was - for all intents and purposes - a purely offensive living weapon, an artillery super-battery capable of shelling even a mighty air-battleship into rubble, but she couldn't handle the same thing if she was on the receiving end. If this creature's legendary blade struck then-...

"...?" Only for the strike to never come, no, it did, but it was parried by Izayoi's identical technique, the lethal dance equalized. That was close, far too close, and the brush with death had only solidified Eve's mission, that her "kind" shouldn't and couldn't continue to exist. She'd slay every single one of them, and then... herself. But right here, right now, it'd be this False Odin's turn!

"IZAYOI!" Eve roared as the climactic clash between the two swordsmen ended in the Mystrel receiving a critical injury; the samurai wasn't outright killed, but judging from the Revenant's movements, it was something it intended to achieve sooner than later. No, this must not come to pass, the widowed warrior had saved her comrades' lives mere moments ago, for her to pay that heroic deed with her own would be a grave insult. She must do something, anything!

...Mega Flare? No, danger close, she'd glass the desert and the Revenant, true, but at the very probable cost of vaporizing her own allies. However, any other spell wouldn't cut it either. Was this it? Would this be the end of Ranbu no Izayoi, Limbtaker Demoness of the Emperor?

Then, before her very eyes, before everyone's eyes, the monster hunter stood defiantly between the samurai and her corrupted master. Brave or foolish? Surely he'd know that the creature would simply cleave through him as if he wasn't there to get to Izayoi, felling both in one stroke. Surely he-...

"... ... ..." -...possessed eldritch powers that darkened the light of the sun and chill the blistering desert heat. At that moment, as shadows made physical spread from the youth's palm to halt the Revenant's swing, Eve experienced an otherworldly chill that even she - a man-made abomination - felt... wrong. Her kind, the Pseudolons, might be artificial constructs born out of hubris, but they were still formed from the union of two natural beings, a mortal race and a Primal. However, whatever Rudolf just conjured, it felt as ancient as the Primals, and yet... tainted, it felt like... the Blight itself.

Rudolf... just who or what are you?

"Tch!" Once again, Galahad's commanding voice spurred her mind to focus. Right, she could worry about Rudolf's Blight-like powers later, for now, they had a Pseudolon to put down!

Titan, Earth's Guardian, lend me your hand, so that we may grasp victory! Eve concentrated upon her magic circuits as the sands around her began to swirl chaotically, then she slowly raised her right palm. At the same time, the sands themselves obeyed her command as they coalesced into a hand-shaped construct before hardening into solid, dune-colored large stone almost matching the bulk of the Revenant.

"This hand of mine is the earthen envoy that shall deliver your judgment, monster!" The black mage then thrust her arm forward, palm still open, in response, the gigantic stone hand rumbled forward like a charging golem, "Tremble before the wrath of Gaia!" Eve enunciated as she firmly closed her opened palm into a tight fist.

The earthen construct would crash into the Revenant's upper torso, then closed itself into a fist, aiming to crush it into a pulp, or more likely considering how sturdy it was, bludgeon and restrain it simultaneously, thus giving an opening for Rudolf to disengage and the rest of the team to unleash their own offensive maneuvers upon the armored monster.

SPIRITUM

--Near Sapple Springs - Rest Stop--

After having her Aegis repaired by their squad leader, Valerie replied in kind by... shirking her nightwatch duties, being the only member of the squad to do so; not by choice obviously, her mistburn-wracked body couldn't wake up prematurely even if she wished to, that and the fact Astral Reducers had a sedative side-effect on her certainly didn't help her case.

Though she woke up as soon as she was able and resumed to being a useful member of the squad, helping with whatever chores and preparations needed to get them going. After everything was said and done, she was amongst the Barghests currently being addressed by one Director Veld, the one in charge of the Internal Investigative Branch, Rassvet's secret police force. The dark-haired man looked quite perplexed and stressed out, and considering everything, Valerie could empathize.

"Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction, this is definitely one of those times, sir." The white-haired WARDEN glanced at the princess, then mentally shrugged, believing the blonde woman was indeed Princess Collette. Then, she listened attentively as Director Veld briefed them on their next assignment, something that she already expected they should do for the sake of everyone involved, including Her Highness. Guess we better keep an extra eye on Silje, huh? What? The princess clearly could be relied on to not comically blunder into trouble, their battlemage on the other hand...

With the briefing done, Gerard's rhetorical quip aside, Morden responded with concerns of his own. The mountain of a soldier believed the diplomatic airship was hosting those warbots as a trap to unleash at the peace conference. The green-eyed vanguard obviously lacked trust in the empire and its people, even without the telekinetic message, and though Valerie wouldn't put it past Vangar's higher-ups to condone something like this... her guts were telling her that Morden was mistaken.

"At the risk of playing Devil's Advocate, I believe the Palatine was truly an unarmed vessel designed for diplomatic purposes," The shortest WARDEN spoke in response to the tallest among them, "The unknown airship that attacked us was capable of launching packed warbots as projectiles before they'd unpack themselves after landing. It's likely that they boarded the Palatine via this method. Related, if they were designed to survive a rough landing, then it shouldn't be too far-fetched to presume that they could withstand an airship crash and still be functional."

Was she correct? Was Morden? She couldn't say for certain, but as much as she abhorred Vangar, Valerie felt that Collette was being betrayed by her own nation for their nefarious ends and through that belief came sympathy.

Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

--Neon-York - SatoCorp VIP Lounge--

The Bionic Maid promptly dispatched the largest threat in the room, but even in its mechanical death throes, the drone still managed to voice out a cheeky quip or two. Truly, whoever or whatever was controlling these machines was confident they had the advantage...

Thunk! Thunk!

...and they might just be correct as a pair of high caliber bullets blitzed through the neon-lit sky from the sniper's weapon, straight into the other skyscraper's window and struck Lenneth's temple, at virtually the same exact spot too. The combination of receiving two anti-materiel projectiles in such quick succession was almost enough to pierce through the layers of force-absorbent reactive skin, nanofibre muscles, plasteel bone plates, and protective casing sheltering Lenneth's brain from the rest of the world.

!!CRITICAL ALERT!! !!CEREBRAL CONTAINER COMPROMISED!! !!CRITICAL ALERT!!

The literal warning signs were as clear as a malfunctioning hover-semi careening straight into opposite traffic. The sniper had nearly struck a critical blow and as much as Lenneth hated to admit it, she should indeed consider ceasing hostilities... except not in the way they wanted.

With a minute shift in her expression that might be construed as a frown, Lenneth zipped back toward the buzzdrones, fully intending to finish what she started. Making full use of their disoriented systems, the golden-haired cyborg smashed her way through them, each blow specifically aimed to decommission them, this time permanently.

"Fuh..." With a tense yet tranquil sigh, the enforcer suddenly turned her body toward the only transparent window among the sea of opaqueness. She flexed her artificial legs... then dashed forward, gaining more and more momentum before it all climaxed via self-defenestration as Lenneth launched herself off the building.

Then, within the span of the next few long seconds, still surrounded by glinting, broken pieces of reinforced glass, the battlemaid drew her weapon and at the same time, Nibelung hummed and shifted, transitioning into its marksman rifle mode. She'd only get a literal one shot at this, better make it count. Lenneth pushed her H.A.Lo, optical, and mobility systems into overdrive to locate the troublesome sniper's most likely position, snapped her aim toward them, then pulled the trigger.

Time itself seemed to slow down as the weapon's electromagnetic barrel accelerated a single projectile out, hopefully with enough velocity and stability to give the sniper a taste of their own medicine.

As for the counter-shooter herself, she wouldn't really have time to confirm a hit (or miss), she could only hope for the best and focus on executing a safe-... survivable landing.

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Actions:
❖ Quick Defend (vs Sniper Attack (4)): 0 + 2 = 2 | Receive Stress: 4 - 2 = 2
❖ Quick Defend (vs Sniper Attack (3)): -3 + 2 = -1 | Receive Stress: 3 - (-1) = 4
❖ Stress Accumulation into Consequence: 2 + 4 = 6 | Receive Severe Consequence: Cerebral Container compromised
❖ Forceful Defend (vs Buzzdrones Create Advantage (-2)): 0 + 3 = 3
❖ Forceful Attack (at Buzzdrones + Invoke Boost (Disoriented)): 2 + 3 + 2 = 7 | FP Cost: -1
❖ Quick Attack (at Sniper + Invoke Stunt (Bionic Body)): 0 + 2 + 3 = 5 | FP Cost: -1 | Receive Stress: 2
❖ Stress Accumulation into Consequence: 2 | Receive Minor Consequence: Nanofibre Muscles overexertion

FP: 2 - 2 = 0 | Stress: Tick 0 | Consequences: Severe (Cerebral Container compromised), Minor (Nanofibre Muscles overexertion)
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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Desert--

Regardless if this blade-wielding creature was actually the Pseudolon of Odin or merely something resembling it, the Revenant looked, behaved, and fought similarly enough to the concept of one - and the fact it was deployed by the Valheimrs - affirmed Eve's belief that she was truly facing against one of her siblings, a fellow abomination that should not exist. Thus, she'd make it absolutely sure it'd follow that fate, put it out of its misery.

Going by the aforementioned assumption, it became immediately obvious that the other Faux Eidolon was as, or even more, developed as herself, it could withstand her magical barrage with its weapon and armor, then proceeded to wreak havoc through the ranks of Team Kirin. The expectation was set, unless she was willing to unleash another Mega Flare and then risk being a deadweight right after, she couldn't brute force this, tactics must be employed.

Something that was easier said than done as Grayscale was having difficulties controlling her emotions, she had always been the stoic and silent type, but seeing this... anathema of life itself instilled such a revolting rage in her that she never experienced since the murder of her mother. After all these years, she finally encountered a mirror of her twisted existence... and it brought her nothing but disgust.

It was Galahad's voice that snapped Eve out of her rage-induced trance, the dragonslayer quelling the dragoness as it should be. Though she couldn't help but respond at his rhetorical question of a curse, her mind harkening back to the moment when he visited her in the safehouse.

"A MONSTER!!" The chimeric eidolon roared as her petite body surged with not insignificant magical essence, sparks of blue lightning and swirls of amber flames chaotically surrounding her. Making full use of the distraction provided by Izayoi's muse-enhanced limbs barely matching the monstrous swordsman blow to blow...

I call upon you, Lord of Hellfire and Sage of Storms, heed me as I beseech you to deliver us from evil!

...until it shoulder-slammed the Mystrel back a few feet. However, she had bought enough time for time Kirin to reposition, surround, and work in tandem to take the beast down. Amidst Eliane's hail of explosive shells, Eve finished building up enough ether for her spell as she conjured her materia - MP Turbo - in her palm then made a crushing motion to activate it, amplifying her aura even further at the cost of burning more ether, but against a foe like this? It'd be wise.

Grayscale raised her right arm, palm up facing the blue sky over the golden sand dunes, "I sing a Song of Storm and Fire! May its mighty melodies cleanse the metal-clad taint before me! PERISH!!"

At the apex of his jump, just as he was about to descend on top of the Revenant, Galahad's controlled fall would be accompanied by a mighty thunderbolt wrapped in roiling flames striking down from the heavens, it grazed quite close - yet harmlessly - against his armored form, and instead striking dead center at the other armored figure, the one right below him!

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Lets eat kids.

@ERode

The forbidden ham.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Hillside Hamlet--

Together with some of her fellow abductees, the Scarlet Devil conversed with the two peculiar guardians, only to find out that they - Gwen and Maokai - shared similar circumstances as the rest of the group. How peculiar and yet... unsurprising, snatching people from their home realms is Lavielle's forte after all. "Then we're all in the same boat indeed, sigh, that deity truly is quite troublesome..."

As for those ooze-like creatures, it seemed neither Gwen, nor Maokai (presumably) knew anything specific about them beyond Gwen's theories, comparing them to this 'Mist' concept, probably something originating from her homeland. Well, they certainly weren't going to find out by just idling about, the mystery could be put for latter as there were more pressing matters at hand. "The town hall, you say? Very well then~" Without further ado, off went the vampiress.

"Be not afraid, peasants, your healer is here!" Remilia enunciated as she practically barged into the hall, performing a grandiose entrance not too unexpected from the lilac-haired youkai. She took a cursory glance of the huddled folks, found no one to be in critical condition, but still shrugged and started spilling benevolent rejuvenating mist from her body anyway. "Bask in my mending mist, folks, it'll cure all of your maladies~"

Evidently, Remilia didn't see the golden-haired girl as anyone special, she had similar hair and complexion as Flandre, Marisa, and Alice? Neat.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--Hathforth Castle - Throne Room--

Even as she continued conversing with the Wizard Queen and her Court Mage Advisor, Melisande did notice the presence of the one and only Duke Laurent Rhinecliff out of the corner of her eye; many male nobles turned their gaze at her when she entered the throne room, but only the Duke of Odonfield was given the courtesy in return.

Veritably, the Lilim failed to notice the Changeling masquerading Laurent's likeness, though they were both technically Feykin, it didn't mean Melisande had any particular skill to discern Nyx's nature, and Kronos could only detect other Dremoras. Thus, what went on in Melisande's mind was a slight tinge of concern, wondering if the Duke would take offense at her entertaining the Queen's requests. After all, they had a deal, but... she assumed Laurent knew her mother well enough to be aware of the Matriarch's opportunist streak. Well, in the end, court intrigue was anything but simple, this display didn't necessarily spell doom for future cooperations.

For the moment, the now-royal apprentice focused on more immediate matters. "Considering Lord Blackthorne's reputation, I can only be certain, Your Majesty. I shall see you later in the study." She then gave a final bow to the monarch before departing from the throne room, following her new mentor as instructed, "Please lead the way, Milord."

The apprentice dutifully followed her mentor deeper into the castle, her eyes taking curious glances at the magical marvels of the aptly-named Arcane Wing. She had to admit that this was where she belonged, far more than the throne room. To the surprise of no one, the wing's mystical shimmer didn't blind Melisande at all, otherwise she'd bring great shame to her coven's name, though they definitely piqued her curiosity.

She followed the dark-haired Half-Elf into what appeared to be an arcane workshop, just like the one she worked in back at the college, except grander, befitting royalty, and understandably less spacious considering the other one was designed to accommodate a whole classroom's worth of students. "Fascinating, Master." Since she's his apprentice now, might as well use the appropriate title, "Understood, thank you, and I shall do so should I need anything not yet available."

However, the tour wasn't yet done so as much as Melisande wished to begin preparing her personal workshop right away, they had one more place to go, her new quarters. The Lilim turned toward the door, then, after noticing Eirwen's cue via the key offering, decided to unlock and open the door herself to peek inside. Well, safe to say, she expected no less from royalty. "It's... far more than I could ever ask for, Master," The apprentice curled a small appreciative smile, "Rest assured, I will not fail you."

Meanwhile, in the theater of the mind...

You seem to have gone quite silent, Kronos, is something the matter?

Hmph. Your fraternizing with the abductor and her minion is revolting.

Are you perhaps... jealous?

How dare-... silence, Feyling!

@LunarParadox @Estylwen @Donut Look Now