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ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr started to swing the axe when Sylruna stopped him. The axe stopped midswing, hanging just above Brigit's neck, as he turned to Sylruna.

Sylruna's suggestion to have Brigit be used as an enchanting material made some sense, pragmatically speaking. He didn't consider it because he did not bring a Black Soul gem with him, considering how much necromancy was frowned upon. Thus, he made a habit not to bring a black soul gem unless he was planning to trap a black soul.

"You're quite mistaken," he started saying to Sylruna, correcting her last remarks, "The College of Winterhold does not forbid necromancy. Indeed, most magical institutions do not. In Cyrodiil, the Synod forbids necromancy, while the College of Whispers does not. Even the Mages Guild, with their history against necromancy due to Vanus Galerion's enmity with Mannimarco, only truly forbid necromancy at the end of the Third Era under Archmage Hannibal Traven. I'm certainly not opposed to it in principle if you have a black soul gem on you."

Then he turned to the Altmer, addressing his objections.

"She is an enemy. I do not see the issue. Necromancy is a tool like any other. Should we kill her, her soul would probably wander Sovngarde, forever cursed to look at the eternal celebration within Shor's hall, forever outside her grasp, as her soul continues to break down. Is that sort of existence that much better than the one in Soul Cairn? Brigit should have thought twice before crossing us. At the very least, she should have known that my stance on soul trapping is the same as the College of Winterhold, that is, a tool, like any other magic. Of course, this is all theoretical unless someone has a black soul gem on them."





Reiji sighed as the hologram disappeared with little to no fanfare, 'dumping'—in her own words—Class 1B to their senpais of 2A, one of those being himself.

He had just gone back from Deika City, and it looked as if he would be departing again. This time, on a field trip to Ortheon. Mostly to help with the training for the 1B students, he assumed. He was the Male Class Representative for 2A, so he was used to helping out the teachers running errands and whatnot.

Not that he minded. It was only fair, frankly. Being a class rep looked good on his CV since it was well-known in the hero field that hero aspirants tended to have strong...personality, to say the least. And thus, actually functioning as a class rep, corralling those strong personalities together, needed some leadership skills and aptitude for coordinating a team. Furthermore, it gave him the chance to network since some of the errands he helped run occasionally took him to Pro Hero offices or other professionals in the field. Despite the hype surrounding 'solo' heroes such as Mirko, the truth was in the hero profession, networking was essential, and even when they want to project a 'solo' persona, they usually have staff in their office that handles relations with other stakeholders.

Well, at least this trip would be to a hotspot tourist spot of Otheon, the famous island that was raised from the sea by a Quirk User. Provided everything went well, it would be a nice change of pace after Deika City. He was interning with the Teknus Agency under Ironman, and thus, he was tied up helping the agency deal with an incident involving the villain Doom Reaper, who had attempted to use Ironman's inventions for a wide-scale city assault in Deika City. Ultimately, though they managed to contain the situation, Doom Reaper continued to elude capture, but that was probably only a matter of time. Though it must have been humiliating for someone with an intelligence enhancement quirk to be outsmarted by a quirkless guy in armour.

Thanks to that, he had missed out on that whole debacle involving Nomu and Class 1B. But he had heard the gist of it from his fellow class president.

"Would you like for me to look up notable spots in Otheon, Master?" a voice chimes in from his watch. Prisma, one of the few AI in the world running on photon-based computers, developed by the Teknus Agency with his contribution.

"Sure. Thank you, Prisma," Reiji replied.

At least she didn't actually use the holographic projection function, it'd make him lose the respect of his underclassman fast, probably, if the—in his opinion—cringe moniker 'Furious Five' didn't already. It'd make it less weird to be called master when it was just a disembodied voice of an AI. It was another thing when it came from a projected holographic image of a blue-haired anime girl. For some reason, Ironman, aka Yotsubashi Tomasu—Actually, he knew exactly why, it was his idea of a joke to embarrass him—had decided to make his AI one of those '2d Waifu'.

Seeing Tokoyami already started one of his chuuni rants, Reiji decided to step in. He stepped up before addressing the 1B students, "I believe this is the first time we've met? I'm Akizuki Reiji, the Male Class President for 2A. Hero Name, the Lightmoulding Hero: Magitecher. I was tied up with my internship responsibilities with Teknus Agency during that whole debacle you all experienced. But I've heard good things. It's good to meet you all. As for questions regarding the field trip, this came somewhat suddenly for us, too, so as Tokoyami said, we're not sure how much we can, or are allowed to tell you. After all, being thrown into an unfamiliar environment unprepared is also par the course for hero work. But I'll make sure to confirm with Yatagarasu-sensei or the other instructors later."



Robert/Claudia




It would seem that the quest was an escort quest. Robert hated NPC escort quests. Why? For the same reasons, gamers tended to hate escort quests. Having to be mindful of weak NPC that more often than not had stupid programming such as pathway and whatnot was a pain. But not Claudia. After all, escort quests were exactly the sort of quest Claudia would have taken. For the former noble knight, quests that directly help people, especially 'knightly' quests such as an escort quest, were a reminder of better days. Days when she had not yet beholden to an evil deity due to her pact made to save her homeland.

And thus, in the role of Claudia, the character, the avatar, nodded with a determined expression, "I do not mind escort quest. Rather, I probably would say that I quite enjoy them."

As two more players joined their group, a bard and a monk, Claudia gave the two a smile, "Certainly. We can always use more help. Provided the rest of my teammates agree, of course, but I don't foresee any objections."

After all, from a meta-perspective, a bard and a monk round up the party nicely. A monk for more frontliners to help Rathello, and Bards were notorious utility build, a swiss army knife, of sorts.

Then, he turned to Goibniu, replying to his question.

"Just checking from everyone here, does anyone have focus on distance-based attacks? Feels like most of the playstyles here would be to be in or near physical attack range. Probably need to be extra careful.."


"I do not exactly focus on distance-based attacks. But I do have some ranged spells, such as eldritch blast."

Typically, if Robert was in a hardcore, full RP session, he would not disclose that. Claudia would try to hide her affiliation with the evil god out of shame, after all. And these were all people she had just met. But as much as Robert wanted to roleplay as Claudia, he also did not want to be one of those hardcore roleplayers who did not know boundaries and forced RP on people who did not RP. And thus, as he had been doing this whole session, he cut back on the roleplay and became more forthcoming, only using Claudia's personality as the Avatar in the truest sense, being a 'terminal' he used to interact with people in Endoroth.

As the group agreed to take the two along, they did some shopping, where Claudia replenished her supplies of potions, before going along the party to meet the wizard they were escorting.

While the newcomer bard seemed to hold no interest in the story, Claudia listened attentively. For both Claudia and Robert, the lore was something they were interested in.

ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr watched as the group successfully apprehended Brigit. He had to admit, he was quite impressed with their performance. It was quite good for a hastily put-together group. At the very least, it made him more confident in their chances for their missions, at least.

He then walked over to Brigit, still carrying his conjured battleaxe.

The decision of her fate is yours, Nord.” Sindri declared, stopping some ten paces before the man to allow him a good look at his foe. “She is your enemy, and her fate is yours. Aside from that, I gathered over breakfast that you are our elected leader.


With an incline of his head, Anrnvidr nodded. A show of gratitude for her consideration, "Thank you. I do believe that my decision is already made."

He raised his spectral battleaxe up high, above Brigit.

"I told you to cease the foolishness or face repercussion, did I not? A shame that you persist. Any last words before I send you to Sovngarde? Well, you turned tail and ran, so Tsun won't even test you to see if you are worthy to cross the Whalebone Bridge to Shor's Hall. I suppose you will simply wander aimlessly in Aetherius realm until your soul breaks down."

Carnatia de Valmont





"Captain..." Carnatia started, carefully picking her words.

Was there some reason the Captain deliberately ignored her question of what exactly was their current objective? Given his grimace just now, he seemingly did not like the idea of going back to Dragon's Maw. Or perhaps there was something in Katwiz?

"Going to Katwiz did not strike me as a sound option. Given it's a major town, and that as you said, has the possibility of being under the red stripes' control, picking Katwiz as our next destination seemed rather reckless. We have an injured person for one, which would be a liability should we end up in a fight. That said, you are also correct that looking around in the dark for where the Red Stripes' enemy may be also seems to be a fool's errand...So, why not attempt to go back to Dragon's Maw? As I've said, our mission was to bring back Paladin Thomas and his entourage. We found the group dead at their base camp, and now we have confirmation that Paladin Thomas was also dead. Why exactly are we remaining in this land rather than making our reports and awaiting further orders?"
ARNVIDR FROST-WEAVER




Arnvidr clicked his tongue the moment Brigit started running. What Nord ambushed someone for such an inane reason and then turned tail and ran? Such a disgrace!

He had to admit that her ability to change the shape of the Frost Atronachs was quite impressive from a technical standpoint, but there was no such practical purpose. In short, her spell at this juncture was worthless, in his opinion.

In the end, they were still creatures conjured from Oblivion and thus...

Arnvidr directed his own Frost Atronach to engage the two belonging to Brigit, as he waved his hands, casting another spell. Magicka enveloped him, creating a membrane of insulation against the chill of the frost elements. Frost Shield. A spell of the Alteration School.

'Kiffar wished to take care of his copy, very well...'

Having made his choice, he then conjured his spectral battleaxe, before charging at the Frost Atronach that looked like himself. The atronach was busy contending with the flames from Sylruna, a fact that Arnvidr was more than willing to take advantage of, as he sank his conjured battleaxe to its back.

As he did so, the magical energy on the weapon interweaved with that keeping the Frost Atronach anchored to Mundus, banishing it back to Oblivion.

Carnatia de Valmont





Carnatia considered the options they have at the moment. It was clear now that this land was a hostile one, and they had explicitly fought with one of the factions controlling this land.

Without more logistical support, and a stable base of some sort, moving around would definitely be difficult. And there was also the issue of Linceleste to consider. She seemed to be still alive, but who knows if she was stable at this point.

"First of all, I think we need to reassess our situation here. Our orders were to determine what happened to Paladin Thomas, yes? And I think more or less we have confirmation that he is dead. So what are our current objectives? I presume to find out more what exactly happened? Well to do that, I doubt going into hostile territory would be productive. Perhaps we should go to their enemy instead? The ones they considered traitors. Perhaps they might be more amenable considering we have shown to be thoroughly opposed to the Red Stripes. We need to consider getting Linceleste to a medical facility too, depending on the severity of her wounds."
Robert/Claudia




The experience with the Jester did sour Robert's mood a bit, but then again, it wasn't often that he got a good break nowadays. So it would be a shame if he did not make the most of it doing something he enjoyed. Once he got his next job lined up, he was going to be busy enough that he wouldn't be able to play as often.

He took a deep breath, clearing his mind and once more immersed himself in the role of Claudia.

A moment later, Claudia nodded, giving an apologetic smile, "Yes. I suppose all of you are right. It would be a shame for me to allow the action of one unscrupulous individual to sour the whole experience. Shall we take up a different quest? There was an interesting quest for an ice castle I saw earlier when we were checking the board."

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