@Teyao @Kumbaris @Dead Cruiser @Mendicant Bias @The Muse @Emeth @Vox AngelisValentin had only wait a few seconds before his question was answered. A beautiful woman with pointed ears explained that the mission was to defeat the god ruler of this world. So Valentin figured that he was correct in thinking that this was a suicide mission. The only god Valentin had actually met was Abyssius, a being of seemingly unlimited power. He could not fathom how this group of mortals could even dare face a god, even with their various champion’s blessings.
“Perhaps we should stock up on supplies,” stated Sir Adolis as he floated around the room.
Valentin turned to face his ancestor, essentially ignoring the greetings of the other champions. He saw that the spirit was correct in there being supplies in the room. Wherever they had come to in this world seemed to be a supply room, with several boxes strewn about, an unknown alphabet adorning them.
Just as Valentin was about to open a box, he heard another champion call him a necromancer and mention his spirits. Valentin paused to wonder if it was that obvious that he communed with spirits, though it was the description of him as a necromancer that got under his skin. Back on Ysten, necromancers were considered the worst of all the mages, having raised the zombie horde that ravaged the land.
“I’m not a necromancer,” Valentin stated,
“I simply have the sight. There is a difference.”Valentin didn’t wait for a reply, instead going back to the box in front of him. He was surprised to find it full of weapons, specifically firearms. Prior to right now Valentin had never held one, as only the Constructs had wielded them back on Ysten. Valentin briefly thought of taking one with him, but then he remembered the stories of how dangerous they could be to the untrained.
Placing the firearm back, Valentin saw the woman warrior down the elixir, an incredibly foolish thing to do unless she could actually read the language used in this world. Another woman champion explained that it was a potion that increased Ki, which apparently meant mana, in the drinker. Unfortunately that was of no use to Valentin as his abilities were not directly tied to mana.
“What about this stuff?” squawked Edgar.
Valentin walked over to his familiar in the corner of the room, who was perched on a dusty shelf. Below the Raven was a case filled with herbs and tinctures. Valentin was surprised to see some plants he knew, apparently growing on both Ysten and this world. The Dhampir began to pocket the more useful plants and brews. There was even a bottle filled with liquid that Valentin knew would explode when thrown.
As Valentin rose and walked back over to the other champions, it seemed that everyone else had gathered what they wanted. The champion who could read this world’s language then threw open the doors of the building, revealing a destroyed city nestled under a thick blanket of gray sky.
However, before Valentin could step outside, he heard the whisperings of some being. For a second he believed it to be a spirit, yet Valentin saw none around him. The Dhampir began to walking toward where he thought where the voice had come from, only to find the lady with two different eye colors exiting a side room, some small item in her hand. As he could no longer hear the voice, Valentin turned around and rejoined the other champions.
As they walked through the streets of the decaying city, the girl who seemed to be the lead champion explained that her world’s version of this city held 37 million people, a number Valentin couldn’t wrap his head around. On Ysten the biggest cities were the moving ones, which held about 2 million at most, and there was less than a dozen of those cities. Again Valentin wondered if his world was just that primitive.
“Do you sense it?” whispered Adolis into his descendant’s ear,
“Death is everywhere, and yet no spirits.”Valentin had noticed it, but was keeping his mouth shut. Some kind of mass death had occurred in this city, leaving a spiritual wound on it. And yet there were no spirits about, almost as if they were avoiding this area.
“I did see that. Perhaps it has to do with the corruption Abyssius mentioned,” replied Valentin.
The two Deng men’s conversation was cut short when the lead champion ordered everyone to draw their weapons. Valentin complied, pulling out his rapier as Sir Adolis readied himself. Sure enough, in front of them was a man in ornate armor with a massive sword in his hand. Apparently he was Hachiman, a war god.
“It just had to be a god, didn’t it,” muttered Valentin.
Before he could say another word, Hachiman engaged the lead champion, who stated that his sword could cut through anything. After a few exchanging of strikes, the champion requested help. A champion calling herself the war queen obliged, jumping into the battle.
“Maybe a little help Sir Adolis?” said Valentin.
The ghost nodded before combining with the Dhampir, there two beings becoming one. Suddenly Valentin’s grip on the rapier became stronger as it began to feel like an extension of his body. Now Sir Adolis spoke within Valentin’s mind.
“I suggest we offer support. I don’t think we’re exactly right for the front line in this battle,” the voice of Adolis boomed in Valentin’s head.
As they combined, the different eyed woman did some sort of blood spell, revealing the weak points on Hachiman. With a huff, Valentin charged with his rapier alongside the ever shifting champion. The two champions seemed to have picked out two different highlighted spots, as they dashed at the war god.
“May your blade strike true!” shouted Edgar as he encircled the battle from above.
Valentin prayed that would happen as he thrust his rapier at the weak point in the god’s armor. Thankfully it seemed that he was focused on the more powerful champions, though Valentin was prepared to jump away if Hachiman brought his blade anywhere near him.