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Bagus Surya is the name.
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Chaos unfolded, what a joy! Vesemir had been in many expeditions, and sure as hell this kind of occasion was almost a staple. But he thrived in chaos, or to be exact, in its aftermath, or when somebody else were busy with it.

So, taking advantage of the Golem's attention that was not fixed on him, the renowned archeologist gripped the mysterious card again. He had taken a scenic route through the left bookcase alleyways, safe from the ongoing fight, and allowed his eyes to feast on Theriadore's ancient collection before heading toward the door, which bluntly rejected his attempt to enter by sanding out a bored announcement: ​

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Frowning after sending off a cursory glance at the ongoing battle, the monocled elf deducted that one, his card is still a valid key, and two, defeating the golem would unlock the door.

It was such a shame that they couldn't just deactivate it. He raised his hand and witnessed how the people he hired exchanged blows with the stony guardian. Arrows were fired, spears thrown and swords swung, often in an exaggerated fashion, and that eastern vagabond seemed to be the most guilty of it. Who even swings a sword by jumping overhead?

Vesemir had already lost interest in that golem, and his awe had turned into concern when the party piled blow after blow toward the now half-frozen guardian. Ironically, Whatever blood that spilled from the subsequent attack started to ignite the precious millennia-old bookcase.

"What a shoddy job! those books are as precious as one of your limbs! Could you please put that fire off?" Though his words were only that of an entreaty, it was clearly filled with utter perplexion. "Or at least be more cautious!"

It actually wasn't such a surprise that they paid him no head. Except for Gray Flame, who shouted, clearly not to entertain his wish of how this particular fight should be executed, but rather, for a more pressing matter.

"Hey, get out of the Killzone!"

And look at that arrow! Battling his bookworm enthusiasm, Vesemir immediately knew he wouldn't want to be anywhere on the arrow's path. The monocled elf retreated to the left side of the hall, but not before taking a good look at how the fight fared so far. Those mana lines, broken crystal, and the weaponized concrete that was not quite dead yet. A spherical dome was erected around the elven healer, who conveniently, or not so conveniently, stood right in the middle of the hall, and that was a cue that told: everyone in this room knows exactly what was going to happen.

The archeologist, for the first time after long decades, reconsidered his destination and rushed for his life toward the only source of reliable protection available.
The Gray Flame




Gray Flame sat another arrow to the bow and carefully positioned himself not far from that pillar.

To be frank, he actually wanted to slack off and let the fatigue in his hand go away first before doing any action, But right now, with the fire spreading, and the golem charging up its ultimate weapon, well...he simply couldn't.

"Hey, get out of the Killzone!" He shouted and pulled the string of his bow to its proper, and fullest draw. A faint spark of white flame flickered on the tip of his arrowhead and coated it with a silverish gleam.

The arrow flew with a distinctive supersonic crack, like the sound of a whip or firearm being discharged indoors, it created a spiral trail of dust on its relatively short travel toward the golem's crystal eye.

WIP



The ice was shrugged off like a brittle hoarfrost.

"See what I mean?" muttered Gray, to nobody in particular. "Imagine getting caught in that nasty stomping."

The masked elf quickly relocated to the right, carefully positioning himself near the pillar in case he needed a solid cover.

A quick observation of the Golem's attack patterns when it dealt with Carnathia's mirror images and its deliberate attempt not to hit the pillar suggest that this particular unit's combat inhibitor was sophistically calibrated, and admittedly, quite perceptive at that. Why would someone did that? Well, the most obvious answer was that Theriadore would want to protect his collections even beyond the grave, and it was here to protect the valuables, not a secret. And it was capable of recognizing the valuables.

It was too early to conclude, but if proven true, the peculiarities could be exploited. He just needed to do some testing first.

"Smart piece of hardware that was..." Now standing next to Fia, Gray drew his longbow and notched an arrow, sparing a moment to glance at Fia and noticed the gleam of icy aura around her hand. "Hello Madam, I am afraid the ice won't cut it. Elements are bad for the books, and our stern librarian here might think you are too cool for this place!"

The joke was awful, but what the hell! Now refocusing his aim on the Golem's bright headlight, the masked elf released his ordinary arrow.

The Gray Flame




"I have. They were in one of the ruins I had to go to for a job. It helped me gain a spell to protect others; it nearly killed my party at the time. Taking out the eye is priority for sure. It can't target properly if it can't access your signature. Unfortunately, since it's magic.. it won't be going down easily either."

She looked to the group. "I recommend a spread out approach and one to two people taking out the eye while others provide distraction. If it fires up the beam, then.. the library will be in flames, but.. it's either that or.. get sliced by a beam." She offered a shrug. "I believe once the eye is taken care it, it has something on its body to completely.. disservice it. This is also information based on the ones in the dungeon I've been to; not on a custom-made one, but I believe it might have the same basic structure. At least I hope."


At Roxas' explanation, Gray Flame nodded in acknowledgment. If he had a notebook, he would write it down, even.

Still, there were a few things that he learned; that Roxas expertise as their backup shielder could prove useful. This was not her first time fighting a golem, and of course, there were few speculations, but Gray wasn't feeling to lecture anybody at the moment.

"Be ready to use your defensive spell when it starts to focus its beam. That's the cue before it unleashes its laser attack."

Then he turned to Fia and Carnathia.

"So, what do you think?"

Carnatia replied, "I do have experience disenchanting magical construct in general, though I'm not sure how effective it would be on a golem.


"Honestly, What concerns me more is engaging that thing in melee combat, something that a golem is purposely created for. I will not recommend it unless you see an opening."

"That glint, its weapon is entirely metallic. If it can swing it effectively, even a glancing blow will be devastating." Engelbert observed, sizing up the silent guardian. Actually... looking at the door behind him, and then back at where the golem stood, the thing must be at least half a fold larger than a regular human. He increased the potential threat level of the golem up by a notch, the more mass it could move around the deadlier it would be. "I've dismantled my fair share of golems, but it mostly bears down to giving them severe enough beating until they stops moving. Golems usually still have more vulnerable precision parts to help them move efficiently, these can be damaged even if the outer shell is tougher."

It's more energy efficient to make use of mechanical advantage than to magically animate an empty shell after all. Not to mention how the latter was vulnerable to disruption, physical and otherwise. He wondered how the elven golem would fare after millenia of neglect, but considering how well-preserved everything seemed to be... they'll have a fight in their hands soon."I can keep it occupied, does anyone have heavy enough attack to properly damage it?"


"Definitely not from me, not soon anyway," Gray Flame rubbed his wrist lazily. "I can fire a devastating shot at its core, but I doubt something as advanced as that would expose its weak point without a countermeasure."

He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "This is sensitive information, but I will choose to not earn more ire from Carnathia this time. The Military doesn't usually build one with exposed Crystal like that, and destroying that crystal could either shut it down or make that thing self-destruct and destroy the entire facility. It's Theriadore's creation after all, and obviously, that thing is here to protect a secret."

When the party's Main Fighters were busying themselves with their petty plan, the beautiful Sorceress told them her experience.

“I have experience with them as well. Not exactly first hand, if I’m being honest.” said Fia, “I know this sweet kid who travels with one. It looks nothing like this though. It's pretty strong despite how it looks. If this one is as impressive as it looks compared to his, then we should be careful not to anger it, darlings.”


"Well unless one of us is Theriadore, I think we have angered that thing already. Look!"

Vesemir pointed at the stone guardian. It started moving, and from it, everyone could hear a clicking sound, like a busy and dusty clockwork suddenly in motion again after centuries of inactivity.

The moment Engelbert finished talking, a bright red light flashed out from the Golem's crystal eye, followed by a robotic announcement.

"ꜱᴄᴀɴɴɪɴɢ... ᴜɴꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ..."

Another flash of light suddenly exposed the entire hall, and before anyone from the party could discern the meaning of the voice earlier, another announcement followed suit.

"ꜱᴄᴀɴɴɪɴɢ... ᴜɴʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴɴᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴘʟᴇs... ᴍɪꜱᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ, ꜰᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ... ᴇʀʀᴏʀ."

30 meters ahead, The golem's head twitched left and right, and the red crystal in its face suddenly emitted a wide, cone-shaped dim light that spanned over a wide area. It straightened its posture and redied its weapon as it diverted its red spotlight on everyone, before finally focusing on Engelbert.

"ᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ - ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʙʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ... ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs."

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall as the construct advanced towards the party. It had finished its winding up and was ready for battle.

At that moment, Gray Flame looked at his Iron-clad buddy and sighed exasperatedly as he drew his bow. "Well, what do you think? Can you keep it busy?"


“I hope you will enlighten us to what exactly that was, and why it hasn’t been dealt with when we get out of here, darling.”


To that question, Gray Flame didn't seem very happy hearing it. After briefly shifting his stony-cold masked face toward Fia, he quickly moved toward the lantern, picked it up, and handed it to Vesemir with nary a word.

Returning to Fia in a similarly enigmatic fashion, the monocled elf smiled. "I would ask for a pardon, that these are the questions that best discussed when are... not here, Dear Fia."

Surely that wasn't much of an answer for someone like Fia, but let it be a problem for another time. What mattered now was they were moving again, and the urgency to do so was at least acknowledged by everyone else. Tillius showed that by giving a solid nod at Vesemir when the elf took his position as their rear guard.

"If anyone is injured, go in the middle." The orc said.


Thankfully nobody was severely injured, despite that, Fia jogged past him to catch up with Carnathia, asking about the orb of light.

The middle-aged elf was carrying both a shining lantern and a thin, straight sword. It was revealed that the sword was his unsheathed walking stick all along. Although the sword may not have been able to harm any lingering phantoms, it seemed the elf wanted to show that he too was capable of fighting.

And so they marched again, a bit more careful than before despite the additional light. Vesemir told them that their destination was the city Library, but Gray further clarified that the building used to be Lasse's municipal office, and located a bit east of the city.

It was a long march, but it seemed they were no longer at the epicenter of Lasse's past tragedies. The shadows were almost non-existent here, and if they did appear, they were no longer manifesting on the path, but rather, shyly peaking from the windows and doors of the abandoned houses.

The municipal office was a large, slightly elevated building with two pillars flanking its entrance. Despite clearly showing signs of neglect, the building seemed intact; though it was hard to guess the color in this darkness, the roof was still neatly pared, and the two large pillars and tiles were still in good condition. Only the supposedly wooden frames of its doors and windows had already rotted away by the passage of time.

"This is the building." Said Vesemir enthusiastically.

He then spared a moment to speak to Forbann, telling him that he could rest here and keep watch. The Armored Oni agreed with that plan.

"When the Prince of Isrion attacked the City, dozens of Lasse residents took refuge here." Rambled the elf as they climbed the stairs. "Theriadore was indeed a powerful magician, the record said the Human Prince tried to besiege this building, but the Magistrate's enchantment made it impenetrable."

Pausing to sigh and caress the pillar, Vesemir spoke again, his tone changed from somber to utter disgust.

"Makes you wonder if things could have ended differently if he was here, rather than be seated in Alkautsar Council. It happened generations ago, but my blood boils whenever I think about this piece of history. The sheer incompetence was infuriating, and all of that was just for political gain. Luithiel did nothing wrong! She did what a leader was supposed to do, to make That accursed Black Armored prince pay the ultimate price. Mark my words, she was sentenced as a hero."

"Though, someone might argue that she was too excessive with her method," murmured Gray Flame as he followed the monocled elf into the building.

"True, I must admit that Theriador too would definitely agree with that proposition, but in Luithiel's defense, excessiveness was the response to the inadequacy of those who are supposed to be in charge. Lukman's death was unfortunate, but Varenheim's inability to see things perspicaciously was not without blame either..."

"Anyway." Vesemir suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder. "The place is safe, theoretically... the enchantment spell wears out over time, and my calculation said, even if he did not deactivate it, Theriador's spell had expired a century ago. Just don't stray too far from this corridor if you doubt it."

Following Vesemir and Gray's recommendation, the party skipped other sections and walked straight until they reached a cross-corridor. One to the south had a stone plaque that reads archive room, and the other, which led to the north also had a plaque that read "library". Needless to say, the group took the north path.

At the end of that corridor was an antechamber with spiral stairs made of concrete that ended in another corridor that was part of an underground complex. After yet another boring descent, the party was stopped in front of a large door, it was locked.

But that door wouldn't be locked for too long. The eccentric elf Jovially took out a rectangular card made of silky material from his pocket and rubbed it like a precious thing. Then, he inserted it into a slit under the door's metallic doorknob and waited.

There was the sound of a lock being disengaged, and the heavy door slowly swayed open with a rumble.

"Years of scouring Casediar Black Market is finally paying off!" Chimmed the archeologist, reclaiming his partially ejected card from the socket and giving it a peck.

Behind that door was a cavernous hall with many supporting pillars, bookshelves, and seating furniture that looked oddly preserved. There were four crystal lamps on the ceilings, they were unlit and hung by metallic chains.

As the party walked into the library, they noticed there was another door at the other end of the hall, it was guarded by a silhouette of a hulking humanoid entity, that upon closer observation seemed to be a motionless statue resembling a fully armored human knight with a helmet visor divided into four plates that house a pale, ruby-like crystal. It stood menacingly next to that door, like a steadfast sentinel protecting a precious treasure.

Appropriate to its size, the statue was armed with a heavy Warhammer that curiously, was made of proper metal; clearly, it wasn't intended for decorative purposes.

"I think that door is Theriadore's workshop," Vesemir said, raising his lantern to find a hanger on the pillars. Fortunately, he found one, and as he hung the magic lantern higher, the illumination was reflected by the nearby crystal lamp on the ceiling. The lamp, in turn, reflected the light to the other lamps, providing enough illumination to light up the entire hall.

"Friends! That will be our next destination."

"Heads up! It's not an ordinary statue." Warned Gray Flame, raising his hand to make everyone stop their advance.

"A golem?"

"Looks like it. And the expensive one at that, they made a few of it in Nuria to guard important facilities. This one was custom-made, kinda what to expect from someone like Theriadore. It's still on standby mode, see that crystal on its head? It glows with a faint light, which means it is saving its power, but the battery capacity is still adequately loaded. The crystal serves as its eye, the targeting module, and in battle mode, it can be charged up to fire a powerful energy beam."

"Awfully knowledgable about this kind of thing, aren't you?"

The Masked elf, with his masked face, could only stare at Vesemir with his trademark blank expression. "Only a bit. Anyway, what do you think? Do you have a century-old-something from the black market that we can use to get rid of that thing?"

He then turned to everyone else. "What about you guys? Ever had any experience with a magical construct before?"

And soon, the whole world seemed to be fading in the intensifying light. The whispering too suddenly ceased, and as they opened their eyes, the world was dim again, and they found themselves returned, to the same place, but this time no more cries, anger sadness, or pain could be heard, and no more trees, blood, corpses, soldiers, or burning houses could be seen.

All they could see for the first time, in this normal world was Vesemir checking them one by one, faint hazes of mysterious smoke emanated from their bodies, and they felt rather lightheaded.

To their surprise, they were still in the same position as before, as if the whole experience were happening outside their physical body. But the mark from that battle seemed to be carried over. Roxas could still feel and see a trace of pain and blood on her arm, and those who clashed their weapons with the enemy could still feel the fatigue.

"Sir, Vesemir, are they all right? We must move now. The tranquility wont last for too long." someone said, and it was Gray Flame, with Carnathia standing between them and the lantern. A white, refined blaze danced on his palm, providing additional light that also seemed to be keeping the curious shadows and malicious darkness at bay.

"You heard our Ranger." said the monocled elf, patting Tillius's shoulder and subtly indicating the ever-present shadows surrounding their illuminated path, like they were on a small island surrounded by an abyssal sea.

"I bet you all have plenty of questions as big as a pyramid in Abydos, but it is ill-advised to discuss it hither---

As he said that, howling winds, sounded more like a horrifying moan blew from one of the nearby ramshackle houses.

"Let's go for now, until we find a safer place. I will take the rear guard this time, Mr. Gray Flame and Sir Engelbert, you two take points."
Rezello




Better, Rezello reasoned, not to leave any loose ends. Advancing towards the captain, messer angled and ready to block any desperate attacks he might try with his longsword, Rezello raised his morningstar in the air and swiftly brought it down upon his staggered enemy's helm.


The Masked Rezello marched forth, and whatever observable reaction the Captain could muster was insignificant at best. Like... he was not even paying attention to his enemy's next move, and when he did, all he could do to anticipate was to raise his dominant hand, to weakly parry the strike, such a futile endeavor it was.

The morning star swung true, smashing the Captain's helmeted head and sending his already bent posture to slam down against the paved ground. The morning star's protruding spikes penetrated the metal helmet, and for a while, remained stuck on the captain's head until Rezello yanked it free.

It felt real; the impact, the recoil, the sensation when the spike hit the captain's head. The feeling when you were sure that man's head was already caved in like a watermelon. Yet, no trace of blood could be seen as the captain lay unmoving before him, and then for a while, all Rezello could hear was the cacophony of dark whispering that suddenly intensified, voiced by begrudging, shadowy spectators.

As if conforming, That the blow was fatal, the captain was dead, and there was no mistake in that.
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