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It seemed like his new skill not only gave information about the different monster species in a general sense, but in the case of creatures that were a little more… unique and had a developed personality then that information was also provided. It would also come in handy should he ever forget someone’s name. It didn’t give information about their magical abilities, such as what skills they had, like his magical analysis skill did; he supposed for the best results he would need to use both on whatever monster he was observing.
Maybe he could combine the skills somehow?
The Slime, Jason, spoke up again. The fact that the skeletal goblins were being spawned by something was not new to him, he’d already assumed it had something to do with the cave becoming a dungeon, but it was good to hear confirmation nonetheless. The fact that the undead were apparently targeting Digbie due to his digging habits was a concern though and all the more reason to leave as soon as possible. “I’ve never heard of mana burn, but it it’s some kind of status effect I think I can help.”
Raising a hand out towards the Slime Oberon cast Lesser Status Heal on him, following up by observing him with magic analysis just in case it gave him any information. With that done he turned towards the others who would be leaving the cave with him and once again urged them on towards leaving. “If Digbie’s being targeting then we should get moving as soon as possible. Digbie, Rain, grab whatever you want to take with you and let’s go; we’ll avoid the old bonfire pit and head towards the cave wall before following it to the entrance.” His plan was essentially to return the way he had come back to where he had run into Ash and the others before heading to the entrance from there; the others should be gone by now but maybe if they’d been delayed they could catch up with them.
He wasn’t used to being in charge as such, it wasn’t something he had much experience with in his old life, so taking the lead like this was a bit out of character for him; but he knew how to take the initiative when need be and liaise with other people to get things done. He knew Digbie would follow his lead whatever the case, he just hoped Rain would as well. One of the Dire Rat’s was apparently going to be escorting them out of the cave, so Oberon turned in his direction as well. “Ed, you don’t need to follow us if you don’t want to; it’ll just end up with you needing to cross the cave again by yourself once we’re gone. I won’t stop you from coming though.”
Once the others were ready Oberon took off into the air and began flying away from the cave, making sure to keep his pace slow to allow them to keep up, trusting the others to be able to see him and follow him.
Maybe he could combine the skills somehow?
The Slime, Jason, spoke up again. The fact that the skeletal goblins were being spawned by something was not new to him, he’d already assumed it had something to do with the cave becoming a dungeon, but it was good to hear confirmation nonetheless. The fact that the undead were apparently targeting Digbie due to his digging habits was a concern though and all the more reason to leave as soon as possible. “I’ve never heard of mana burn, but it it’s some kind of status effect I think I can help.”
Raising a hand out towards the Slime Oberon cast Lesser Status Heal on him, following up by observing him with magic analysis just in case it gave him any information. With that done he turned towards the others who would be leaving the cave with him and once again urged them on towards leaving. “If Digbie’s being targeting then we should get moving as soon as possible. Digbie, Rain, grab whatever you want to take with you and let’s go; we’ll avoid the old bonfire pit and head towards the cave wall before following it to the entrance.” His plan was essentially to return the way he had come back to where he had run into Ash and the others before heading to the entrance from there; the others should be gone by now but maybe if they’d been delayed they could catch up with them.
He wasn’t used to being in charge as such, it wasn’t something he had much experience with in his old life, so taking the lead like this was a bit out of character for him; but he knew how to take the initiative when need be and liaise with other people to get things done. He knew Digbie would follow his lead whatever the case, he just hoped Rain would as well. One of the Dire Rat’s was apparently going to be escorting them out of the cave, so Oberon turned in his direction as well. “Ed, you don’t need to follow us if you don’t want to; it’ll just end up with you needing to cross the cave again by yourself once we’re gone. I won’t stop you from coming though.”
Once the others were ready Oberon took off into the air and began flying away from the cave, making sure to keep his pace slow to allow them to keep up, trusting the others to be able to see him and follow him.
Why did people always find it so easy to trust others, even if experience told them it was unwise? Uriel didn’t trust this situation, or their apparent saviour, but judging by the way everyone felt the need to chastise him it seemed the others did. The lack of speech he could buy, even if it was a lie it was just being used as a convenient excuse not to give answers; but he wouldn’t so easily believe that this stranger had chosen to save them for entirely altruistic reasons. He was powerful enough to break into this prison as well as having the knowledge to do so, as well as having some means of resurrecting and controlling the abomination that continued to stalk the room. The how, the why and the where of their imprisonment was something Uriel wanted to get to the bottom of, no doubt, but the why of their rescue was perhaps a more pressing matter.
Nobody ever did anything for free. They always had a reason. No doubt when they finally got out of this hell hole this stranger would turn around and demand something of them.
People weren’t any different no matter where you went.
At least it seemed like others were starting to come around to the idea that they weren’t where they thought they were. The doctor had an idea and, crazy as it sounded, Uriel believed it. “A big black tower fell out of the sky and started pouring out monster like that thing over there into the capital. I don’t know where it came from or what happened after that; everyone died pretty quickly.” A power that could travel to other worlds, huh? Did that mean other worlds out there in the stars like the astronomers said or some other plane of existing like the Church and Ignis talked about?
The quiet guy, the one Uriel kept forgetting about, spoke up next, talking about his world and then bombarding a few of them with questions. Uriel grimaced at the probing nature of the conversation, especially him asking about how magic worked in Uriel’s world. His magic… what had happened to him wasn’t something he ever liked to think about if he could avoid it which he rarely could, given the presence of a certain annoying little prick that was still mysteriously absent. Even if it wasn’t a point of contention with him he wouldn’t have appreciated being asked to spill his secrets like that; he certainly wasn’t about to tell everyone about any weaknesses he had.
“You ask too many questions, too quickly.” Letting out a sigh, Uriel decided he might as well give some vague answers to appease the crowd. “There is no way for a person to cast magic in my world without giving something up, or having something taken away from them. Magic users are all the same, they made the same deal and gained the same weaknesses from it, but their magic is always unique to them. Magic can’t turn against you but it can… it can run out of control. And that deal… you’re beholden to it, you can’t reverse it… and you can’t escape it. Trying to break the deal is a very bad idea.”
Uriel went quiet. He’d said more than he’d intended and given away more than was wise. Hopefully the others wouldn’t notice his reaction to his own words; they’d brought up more memories than he’d thought they would.
Before he could linger on those memories too long the stranger spoke up again, apparently confirming the doctor’s theory with his broken way of speaking before urging them towards the exit again. Then he walked over to the table and began writing something in the blood on the table, despite his apparent discomfort at doing so. Despite his disgust at the gore the stranger, Ahnciel, was quite verbose with his writing; the gist of it was that there was a gate somewhere nearby.
When he was done writing, recoiling from the table and hurrying to shake the blood from his hands, Uriel quickly walked over to one of the nearby beds and pulled off one of the blood-stained sheets. Moving back to the table he threw the sheet over the message and scrubbed it away, the dirty sheet not so much removing the congealed blood as shifting it around, but it sufficed to erase the writing. “Someone go grab those two from the storeroom, we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s get moving.”
Nobody ever did anything for free. They always had a reason. No doubt when they finally got out of this hell hole this stranger would turn around and demand something of them.
People weren’t any different no matter where you went.
At least it seemed like others were starting to come around to the idea that they weren’t where they thought they were. The doctor had an idea and, crazy as it sounded, Uriel believed it. “A big black tower fell out of the sky and started pouring out monster like that thing over there into the capital. I don’t know where it came from or what happened after that; everyone died pretty quickly.” A power that could travel to other worlds, huh? Did that mean other worlds out there in the stars like the astronomers said or some other plane of existing like the Church and Ignis talked about?
The quiet guy, the one Uriel kept forgetting about, spoke up next, talking about his world and then bombarding a few of them with questions. Uriel grimaced at the probing nature of the conversation, especially him asking about how magic worked in Uriel’s world. His magic… what had happened to him wasn’t something he ever liked to think about if he could avoid it which he rarely could, given the presence of a certain annoying little prick that was still mysteriously absent. Even if it wasn’t a point of contention with him he wouldn’t have appreciated being asked to spill his secrets like that; he certainly wasn’t about to tell everyone about any weaknesses he had.
“You ask too many questions, too quickly.” Letting out a sigh, Uriel decided he might as well give some vague answers to appease the crowd. “There is no way for a person to cast magic in my world without giving something up, or having something taken away from them. Magic users are all the same, they made the same deal and gained the same weaknesses from it, but their magic is always unique to them. Magic can’t turn against you but it can… it can run out of control. And that deal… you’re beholden to it, you can’t reverse it… and you can’t escape it. Trying to break the deal is a very bad idea.”
Uriel went quiet. He’d said more than he’d intended and given away more than was wise. Hopefully the others wouldn’t notice his reaction to his own words; they’d brought up more memories than he’d thought they would.
Before he could linger on those memories too long the stranger spoke up again, apparently confirming the doctor’s theory with his broken way of speaking before urging them towards the exit again. Then he walked over to the table and began writing something in the blood on the table, despite his apparent discomfort at doing so. Despite his disgust at the gore the stranger, Ahnciel, was quite verbose with his writing; the gist of it was that there was a gate somewhere nearby.
When he was done writing, recoiling from the table and hurrying to shake the blood from his hands, Uriel quickly walked over to one of the nearby beds and pulled off one of the blood-stained sheets. Moving back to the table he threw the sheet over the message and scrubbed it away, the dirty sheet not so much removing the congealed blood as shifting it around, but it sufficed to erase the writing. “Someone go grab those two from the storeroom, we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s get moving.”
Rider nodded as Aksha addressed him; this man at least seemed to know a little of etiquette and humility. “If my Master does not require my assistance in settling in, then I will go and find Archer.” The Greek warrior turned to the young man beside him, and it took Dieter a few moments to realise that Rider was asking if his presence was needed.
Shrinking under the gaze of the renowned hero Dieter stumbled over his words. “Ah, oh… of course. I’ll be fine; I can manage by myself.” With another nod Rider left his side, walking purposefully in the same direction that Archer had left moments ago.
Grabbing his suitcase, the only luggage Dieter had brought with him, the young Magus followed the group as the Father led them on a brief tour of the church’s interior. The fact that the Grey’s were unlikely to launch an assault on them was a relief to hear, if a little curious; he supposed it made sense when they already had the Grail in their possession. From a certain viewpoint they had already won; there was no need for them to take any unnecessary risks when their only goal was to guard what was already theirs.
As they passed through the main area of the church and walked between the rows of pews Berserker spoke up about making sure there was nothing to put them in danger inside the church before leaving. That Servant, more than any other on their side, worried Dieter; a single minded obsession with cleanliness was not the kind of madness he had expected of a Berserker and a part of them was awaiting the moment she deemed them all unclean and tried to ‘cleanse’ them.
Father Howard showed them to the trapdoor leading down into the underground area of the church, explaining its purpose and history. Dieter stared at the portal and the staircase that led down to the tunnels, feeling a strange sense of foreboding as he did so. “I’m not claustrophobic, but somehow I don’t like the idea of living underground. It feels like we’re trapping ourselves.”
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Stepping out into the fresh air Rider found Archer exactly as Aksha had said he would, scouting the surrounding area by staring out into the forest. He walked up to the edge of the ledge and stood next to the other Servant, crossing his arms over his chest as he too peered into the distance; though without the same privileges he couldn’t see nearly as far.
“You have the advantage over the rest of us Archer. We’ve only just arrived but you’ve been here for some time now, planning and making your preparations. What is your opinion on this war?”
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Shrinking under the gaze of the renowned hero Dieter stumbled over his words. “Ah, oh… of course. I’ll be fine; I can manage by myself.” With another nod Rider left his side, walking purposefully in the same direction that Archer had left moments ago.
Grabbing his suitcase, the only luggage Dieter had brought with him, the young Magus followed the group as the Father led them on a brief tour of the church’s interior. The fact that the Grey’s were unlikely to launch an assault on them was a relief to hear, if a little curious; he supposed it made sense when they already had the Grail in their possession. From a certain viewpoint they had already won; there was no need for them to take any unnecessary risks when their only goal was to guard what was already theirs.
As they passed through the main area of the church and walked between the rows of pews Berserker spoke up about making sure there was nothing to put them in danger inside the church before leaving. That Servant, more than any other on their side, worried Dieter; a single minded obsession with cleanliness was not the kind of madness he had expected of a Berserker and a part of them was awaiting the moment she deemed them all unclean and tried to ‘cleanse’ them.
Father Howard showed them to the trapdoor leading down into the underground area of the church, explaining its purpose and history. Dieter stared at the portal and the staircase that led down to the tunnels, feeling a strange sense of foreboding as he did so. “I’m not claustrophobic, but somehow I don’t like the idea of living underground. It feels like we’re trapping ourselves.”
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Stepping out into the fresh air Rider found Archer exactly as Aksha had said he would, scouting the surrounding area by staring out into the forest. He walked up to the edge of the ledge and stood next to the other Servant, crossing his arms over his chest as he too peered into the distance; though without the same privileges he couldn’t see nearly as far.
“You have the advantage over the rest of us Archer. We’ve only just arrived but you’ve been here for some time now, planning and making your preparations. What is your opinion on this war?”
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@Double This seems more like an attempt to wrap up this fight as quickly as possible so we can move on and hopefully do things better next time. As for Sully stealing the kill, well, my only issue with that is that Sam's death seems forced; as in its really obvious the character is supposed to die and that was the only way to do it.
To answer your question... no, I'm not really having fun with this. The fact that every Raditz post involved him throwing one punch or kick and sending people flying is not great; there needs to be an allowance for us to take control of the NPC's during our posts so that every fight doesn't end up as 'attack villain, villain says ow, launches us away'. Add that to the list of ideas for making the next fight better.
So far I don't think we've had a single exchange of blows, just people trading big hits, mostly because that would require controlling another character or a collaboration post.
That said I'm willing to stick around and see what the next fight looks like, hopefully it'll address some of the issues we've been raising.
To answer your question... no, I'm not really having fun with this. The fact that every Raditz post involved him throwing one punch or kick and sending people flying is not great; there needs to be an allowance for us to take control of the NPC's during our posts so that every fight doesn't end up as 'attack villain, villain says ow, launches us away'. Add that to the list of ideas for making the next fight better.
So far I don't think we've had a single exchange of blows, just people trading big hits, mostly because that would require controlling another character or a collaboration post.
That said I'm willing to stick around and see what the next fight looks like, hopefully it'll address some of the issues we've been raising.
As he listened to Archer’s arguments Thomas walked over to the case he had left on the coffee table and closed it with a click; his preparations, at least those requiring more exotic ingredients, were finished for now. The Servant was correct of course, as expected of the criminal mastermind he knew this kind of warfare well; it would be wiser to keep their heads down for as long as possible and let the others wear themselves out. He was even right about Thomas being unsure who it was he had even summoned at first, though he would never admit that his confusion was more due to the fact that he had wholeheartedly expected his servant to be wearing a deer stalker and smoking a pipe than anything else.
Archer was correct, and yet… “You are right, of course. However I cannot feel at ease just sitting back and letting others advance their plans without doing something; my magecraft requires an inordinate amount of preparation to be effective and even if we plan on staying hidden until the last we would be in a much better position were we to be a little more proactive in the early stages of this war.” Thomas walked over to the coat rack by the door and retrieved his long coat and hat. “Alas I am not overly skilled at information gathering without having something to work with first. Which unfortunately requires us to venture outside.”
Placing the hat on his head and slipping into the coat Thomas looked over at Archer still sitting in his chair and sipping tea; hopefully the Servant would join him of his own volition as he was well aware that he would be unable to make him come with him otherwise. “Do not concern yourself Archer; despite my poor choice of words I have no intention of getting involved in any conflicts just yet. Scouting, tracking and preparation are a part of hunting as well, just as much as the kill if not more so.” Reaching into his coat pocket the magus pulled out an innocuous looking pair of glassed and put them on. “All I need is to see their faces and then we can begin our plans.”
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Archer was correct, and yet… “You are right, of course. However I cannot feel at ease just sitting back and letting others advance their plans without doing something; my magecraft requires an inordinate amount of preparation to be effective and even if we plan on staying hidden until the last we would be in a much better position were we to be a little more proactive in the early stages of this war.” Thomas walked over to the coat rack by the door and retrieved his long coat and hat. “Alas I am not overly skilled at information gathering without having something to work with first. Which unfortunately requires us to venture outside.”
Placing the hat on his head and slipping into the coat Thomas looked over at Archer still sitting in his chair and sipping tea; hopefully the Servant would join him of his own volition as he was well aware that he would be unable to make him come with him otherwise. “Do not concern yourself Archer; despite my poor choice of words I have no intention of getting involved in any conflicts just yet. Scouting, tracking and preparation are a part of hunting as well, just as much as the kill if not more so.” Reaching into his coat pocket the magus pulled out an innocuous looking pair of glassed and put them on. “All I need is to see their faces and then we can begin our plans.”
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The longer Uriel was awake, the more things he saw and heard and the longer he had to think, the more he began to think that his situation was a lot direr than he had first realised. The last thing he remembered was standing outside the tower, as the black cloaked figure stepped out and approached them; after that he was awake in that cell, not even a feeling or darkness or a sense of time passing. It was like he’d blinked and suddenly he was somewhere else.
He had been taken captive, that much was obvious, but the question was where he was being held. The king’s dungeons under the castle should be as much rubble as the rest of the stronghold and he was fairly certain no prison in Averne had magic staves protecting their cells; unless the Church was secretly employing a Witch to secure their prisoners which was just hypocritical enough for him to consider it a possibility.
So maybe he was being held in the tower itself, that edifice of black rock that fell from the skies like judgement itself. It would explain the strange magic and the abomination that was now shambling around the room, but that didn’t explain his fellow prisoners. He turned around the room and examined them one by one; the man who had left to check the storeroom seemed normal enough as did the other men, even the newcomer in the bird mask. But the others…
Folks with bird wings didn’t exist where he came from, not even in stories; he’d been to the far reaches of the kingdom and even the most superstitious, those who spoke of monsters and impossible things in the woods and the swamps never said anything about people with wings. The metal girl was like a doll come to life, something that shouldn’t be possible without a Witches influence but he’d never seen one so intelligent or convincingly alive before. Then of course there was the walking corpse.
The metal girl and the masked doctor were talking by the beds and Uriel listened in to their conversation curiously while trying not to look like he was paying attention. Every other word the doctor said was another thing Uriel had never heard of. The Realm and the Blessed Isle? The Thirteen Great Houses? The Maker? The First Age and the Golden Lords? Granted the kingdom of Averne didn’t cover the entire world and it was possible these things existed and he just didn’t know about them, but that still raised some very worrying questions about just what had happened to him after that tower fell.
With a sigh Uriel walked over to one of the tables and threw his sword down on its surface with a clatter. “While we’re waiting for those two to get back is anyone else starting to wonder just where exactly we are? I don’t mean what this place is, but I’d like to know that as well. I mean the fact that I’ve travelled the width and breadth of my kingdom and I’ve never heard tell of people with wings, or automatons, or walking corpses. I’ve never heard of the Maker, the Second, the Body of Kazzok, or anything else you people have mentioned.” Turning to face the others as he spoke Uriel pointed at Pox, Lia and Nale in turn as he listed the things they had said. “I’ve never seen magic like those locks on our cells and I’d never seen an abomination like that thing until I saw a tower fall from the sky and everyone started dying.” Uriel paused here, seeming to lose some steam as he reached the end of what he had to say. After a moment of silence he turned to face the stranger, taking a couple of steps in his direction. “So, since you seem to know enough about this place to break us out of it; where the fuck are we?”
He had been taken captive, that much was obvious, but the question was where he was being held. The king’s dungeons under the castle should be as much rubble as the rest of the stronghold and he was fairly certain no prison in Averne had magic staves protecting their cells; unless the Church was secretly employing a Witch to secure their prisoners which was just hypocritical enough for him to consider it a possibility.
So maybe he was being held in the tower itself, that edifice of black rock that fell from the skies like judgement itself. It would explain the strange magic and the abomination that was now shambling around the room, but that didn’t explain his fellow prisoners. He turned around the room and examined them one by one; the man who had left to check the storeroom seemed normal enough as did the other men, even the newcomer in the bird mask. But the others…
Folks with bird wings didn’t exist where he came from, not even in stories; he’d been to the far reaches of the kingdom and even the most superstitious, those who spoke of monsters and impossible things in the woods and the swamps never said anything about people with wings. The metal girl was like a doll come to life, something that shouldn’t be possible without a Witches influence but he’d never seen one so intelligent or convincingly alive before. Then of course there was the walking corpse.
The metal girl and the masked doctor were talking by the beds and Uriel listened in to their conversation curiously while trying not to look like he was paying attention. Every other word the doctor said was another thing Uriel had never heard of. The Realm and the Blessed Isle? The Thirteen Great Houses? The Maker? The First Age and the Golden Lords? Granted the kingdom of Averne didn’t cover the entire world and it was possible these things existed and he just didn’t know about them, but that still raised some very worrying questions about just what had happened to him after that tower fell.
With a sigh Uriel walked over to one of the tables and threw his sword down on its surface with a clatter. “While we’re waiting for those two to get back is anyone else starting to wonder just where exactly we are? I don’t mean what this place is, but I’d like to know that as well. I mean the fact that I’ve travelled the width and breadth of my kingdom and I’ve never heard tell of people with wings, or automatons, or walking corpses. I’ve never heard of the Maker, the Second, the Body of Kazzok, or anything else you people have mentioned.” Turning to face the others as he spoke Uriel pointed at Pox, Lia and Nale in turn as he listed the things they had said. “I’ve never seen magic like those locks on our cells and I’d never seen an abomination like that thing until I saw a tower fall from the sky and everyone started dying.” Uriel paused here, seeming to lose some steam as he reached the end of what he had to say. After a moment of silence he turned to face the stranger, taking a couple of steps in his direction. “So, since you seem to know enough about this place to break us out of it; where the fuck are we?”
Let me know if you're free up, sometime! Love to have ya! Thanks, by the way!
I was still planning on joining actually, if you don't mind that it might take me a few days to get a post out sometimes?
Also, I was wondering what kind of power level you were expecting the Albatross to have? If they are killing gods then I'd expect them to be pretty powerful; I might be able to use some ideas I don't normally get to bring out.
@M W E I Well, this has certainly caught my attention. I'm probably involved in too many RPs as it is right now, but this looks interesting.
Taking the proffered longsword from the other man’s hand, Uriel gave the weapon a few experimental swings with both hands. It was heavy compared to what it was used to, but it would do for now, at least until he could find something else. “We need to move away from this area, before more of those abominations show up; or worse.” What worse would constitute in this situation he didn’t elaborate, but he was sure everyone would be able to think of something that would light a fire under them. A shadowy figure emerged from the tower, the hulking beasts moving out of its path with a show of reverence… or fear.
Uriel jogged past the strangely attired girl until he reached the end of the corridor and peered around the corner. The hallway beyond was empty for now and he couldn’t hear anything approaching; if any more of those monstrosities were running this direction, they would likely hear the clanking of their feet long before they saw them. He turned back to the others, looking at the diminutive figure at their centre in particular. “You freed us, so I assume you know the way. Lead us.”
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Uriel jogged past the strangely attired girl until he reached the end of the corridor and peered around the corner. The hallway beyond was empty for now and he couldn’t hear anything approaching; if any more of those monstrosities were running this direction, they would likely hear the clanking of their feet long before they saw them. He turned back to the others, looking at the diminutive figure at their centre in particular. “You freed us, so I assume you know the way. Lead us.”
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