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3 yrs ago
Current I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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5 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio



Hello! Welcome to my little bio.

Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).

Have some dancing medjed.

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A Heroic Trial
@Click This



The mutated slime creature struck forwards, the slime’s weapon being weakly deflected off Narkissa’s blade. The force was such that she would stumble back slightly, her arms and muscles straining from the impact. She could take consecutive hits like that from this thing without putting herself in danger, likely.

Quickly thinking, and sensing she had quite likely received some sort of ‘power up’ Narkissa focused that energy within her once more. A precise attack, aimed at the slime creature’s ‘core’. Water gathered at the tip of the blade, coalescing into a single point...a thin stream of highly pressurized water launched towards the slime.

Near instantly the water cut through the slime, the creature gurgling and screaming in seeming discomfort as the water jet cut through it, taking some of its mass with it. At the same time though, it would lash out again, a tendril of the slime slamming against Narkissa’s side just as she said something about Novak being a coward, cutting off the end of her sentence as the force was enough to knock her to the ground, winded.

Strangely enough though, nothing felt broken or seriously injured...yet.

“Narkissa!”

Lazhira would help her to her feet again, concern clear on her face. She glanced at the slowly approaching slime, its body roiling again as it lashed out at the pair.

“...Ngh, okay. I didn’t want to do this. Don’t tell anyone I helped you though, got it!?” Lazhira took both her hands, a white ball of pure silvery white light forming in them. If Narkissa was paying attention, she would notice her eyes flash a similar color. She swung upwards. There was a crackling, sizzling as the creature immediately screeched in pain. Instead of hitting the two of them, it had instead hit a silvery, white hot barrier of some sort. It lasted only a few moments before fading. It recoiled from the attack, shuddering as it formed more tendrils.

“I’ll take care of the little ones, focus on the big guy! I-I’ll help if I can when its done!”

The creature was quickly reforming itself from its previous wound. Narkissa probably had to act fast if she wanted to permanently injure this creature.

Dungeon Diving ho~!
@Crusader Lord@Crimson Paladin



Leannah, instead of taking a chance of getting lost, took more of the crystals that she could carry in her hands. Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind for anyone following her so they could easily do so. She walked down the corridor, curious, but not running after the figure she had seen. Who else would be down here after all? Surely it was just a trick of the mind...or perhaps, something, or someone more dangerous.

She found herself in an old library. Like before, most of the books seemed to be weathered and useless, though perhaps there would be something useful to find here. So she would start combing through the books. Most still legible were written in unfamiliar languages. Most of Tthe ones that were writing in something she could understand, weren’t preserved well enough to be of any use.

Maybe if she had Lazhira or someone that could maybe translate…

It was when she was going through a shelf near the entrance of the room, would she perhaps, regret her scholarly pursuits.

She reached for a book, and there was an audible click.

The room rumbled, quaking and moving as a massive stone slab rock fell from the ceiling, completely blocking off the hallway from the outside.

She was now trapped in here.

Instead of helping kill the monstrosity, Novak instead chose the intelligent option, to flee. He had no idea that Narkissa was being coerced to fight here, after all. Would he help even if he did? Perhaps, but that was neither here nor there. He would follow Leannah down the room, and find the same safety she had upon landing. He would bounce lightly as he landed, the soft pliable goop that served as the pits landing. Now that just left where had his feline friend had gone. Surely she hadn’t recklessly started exploring this level by herself, did she?

There was the grinding of stone on stone, something slamming shut.

...seems she might have. Seems she pilfered most of the sources of light from the room too. A trail of the same crystals led forward. He would have just enough time to see the stone wall slamming shut some door. Leaving him with just what seemed to be a kitchen, a bunk area, and the pedestal room...



Nobbu and the Fox
@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y





The fawn that had been surprised at Misaki’s and Nobbus appearance, cautiously watched as the fox tailed girl retrieved the reeds. It didn’t seem hostile at all, and perhaps it might have crossed either of their minds this might be one of the ‘deer’ they weren’t supposed to bother. But why was it out of the grove, in that case? And surely this fawn couldn’t be dangerous to her.

In fact, the small animal seemed almost curious about her, too. It lowered its head, making a call that seemed curious and mildly upset, before sensing that at least Misaki had no intention of harming it. It however, looked to Nobunaga, noticing her weapons and backed off a bit more.

But it wouldn’t leave entirely, no. The moment they would start to leave, it would start following them too. Unless they purposefully interacted with it, they would find it slowly following them through the forest, though it would also cautiously take a few steps back whenever they attempted an approach.

Eventually, whenever they decided to move on they would find the ground beneath them sloping upwards. A hill gently raising above the forest floor, the undergrowth thinning out and eventually fading altogether, leaving just a snow covered ground beneath their feet. Eventually they would find what seemed to be their destination.

A shrine carved from stone, had been erected near a cluster of trees. It was a simple construction. A single slab of stone laying upon the ground and a second erected horizontally over it. A clay bowl was sitting on the one laying down, and small holes had seemingly been carved into the area next to it. Kyr Reed was growing from the base of it.

The party could see in the distance, more of those deer too. Fully grown, though most were paying them no mind. Oddly, an old wooden flute had also been left behind on the altar, though it seemed fairly old and likely it had been there for awhile.

A sense that they were being watched would emanate through the grove. The fawn that had followed them was still watching from a distance too.



The Roma Mob
@ERode@Pyromania99



“...ah?” Leuca looked at Isidore curiously as he cut himself off. She didn’t ask though, and merely nodded. She wasn’t going to be rude and ask questions of those who had saved her life. With a general plan in hand, Leuca would follow Augusta and Isidore both, giving a bit more information as they walked, making sure to stay out of sight of the Apostles as they headed for the pass.

“N-no...Sorcha is a human.” She would say, eating some of the rations. “Steineter...I think its the Elder Beast I-It’s the one I mentioned earlier I think. I heard my uncle and the dwarves that visited us once talk about it. It eats the stone and carves these huge tunnels within the mountain. It really bothers the dwarves a lot with its size and the fact it eats stone, ores, and gems...but I don’t know much else about it…”

She frowned under her hood.

“But...why is it out here if it normally lives in the mountain?” She’d question, though she had no answer. The trio would soon find the pass. It was the easiest path to walk through the mountains...at least until they found how exactly impassible it was.

The path was situated in a valley, peaks of rocks and snow reaching into the sky. Why exactly it was impassable, was quickly gathered. A massive avalanche had completely swallowed what was the safest path forwards. The storm too, had likely piled foot upon foot of snow within the valley creating this massive wall of snow that would impede any progress forward from this way. Certainly they could attempt to circumvent it, but the mountainous terrain full of loose snow, rocks, and who knew what else would likely make traveling fairly dangerous.

The storm once more crackled overhead, rumbling thunder and skies creating a biting wind.

More notable, though, were three bodies.

Covered by snow, their torsos barely just sticking out of a snow drift. They had met their ends violently, judging from the stab wounds upon their bodies. Curiously, if one were to check the wounds their flesh would be burned. A quick check of their equipment too revealed someone had already beaten them to the punch. Anything useful had been taken.

They were most likely apostles, which meant...either they had retrieved their fallen comrades equipment, or someone else had.

However -

Octavia began barking, growling, digging and pawing at the ground beneath their feet. The three of them could see the snow under Augusta’s feet shifting slightly. The elf would have only a few seconds to react or move before insectoid mandibles sprung up from the ground, attempting to grab her leg.

Several more started digging themselves out of the snow around them. About six in total, from what they could see, but they were still too buried to make out what they were entirely.



Wayward builder
@Guy0fV4lor@PaulHaynek



“The pair from Chagawa have taken interest in helping. I believe they said something about trying to meet the Kyrnith themselves...” He replied to Nicholas, thinking. “I believe little Lazhira also took a group to inspect the old temple, though I urge caution if you follow her there. Its a dangerous place, and with the wild life being agitated lately...”

Enli turned his gaze towards Donovan, who went on to clarify more of what Nicholas meant exactly by the village was going to ‘blow’. He frowned deeply upon having the information relayed to him.

“...are...you certain? That’s what it said?” Enli took a moment to collect himself, obviously disturbed by the information. He would then go on to relay a bit more information. “...While we primarily worshipped the God of Knowledge, we also knew of the other Gods as well. The Goddess of the Oceans, Delpithi as you may expect. Much of the old worlds history was lost, but what we know of her...is that the monstrosities once ravaged this land, and she and the Goddess of the Underworld, Rifelshka put them to rest. Rifelshka stealing their immortality and severing their souls, while Delpithi drowned their corpses beneath the ocean and the land.” He would respond to Donovan with a frown.

“If...there is something relating to them and the god of Knowledge seeking to do something with it...” He shook his head. “I can not help much, but I do have some money as well as some sway with some villagers. The workshop where Bolcha makes arms and weapons, as well as the fishermen. If you tell Bolcha Enli needs the work done quickly, he’ll get to it in no time..” Enli would walk over to a storage shelf, pulling out a box with several gold coins. He would gather them up in a small leather sack, and hand them to Donovan.

“I’ll relay this news to the other travelers if they are unsuccessful with their meeting.” He glanced to Nicholas. “To answer your other question though, Lady Mie is a trader from Chagawa. She comes every now and then to trade wares as well as other resources. You can probably find anything that you might find helpful to this endeavor there.”

Unless there was anything else the two needed, Enli would take a seat in a nearby chair, seeming a bit tired and wave the pair off. That left them to decide where to go and what to do here.



Send Feet Pics
@Cu Chulainn



A swift cut to the neck, and the remaining life of the deer bled out on the cold forest ground.

“Of course. Offer still stands to show you how to use that by the way.” Soyala would reassert as she started to lead Malphas to where she was guiding him. The Illuminator wanted to play with him a bit, but she would take the more direct route to his actual temple.

Instead of heading to the obvious temple entrance, Soyala led Malphas away towards the back of the temple. Once there, she began walking in a straight line towards a small, rocky hill that was mostly obscured by the mists. It seemed like she might have been following something, but Malphas couldn’t currently see.

Whatever she was following though, eventually led her to a small cavern cut into the stone. She motioned for Malphas to slip inside first, and she would follow after seemingly making sure they weren’t followed.

“Make sure that honeyed tongue of yours is ready. The others might not take so well to me leading you here.” She’d comment, quickly approaching the back wall of the cave. It looked remarkably plain, save for an image of the Illuminator carved into the wall, a small hole in the center of its face.

Soyala placed the small carved stone into it. A low shriek, and the rock began to crack and...become transparent? He could see through it, another cave that eventually gave way to what looked to be stonework deeper within.

As soon as Malphas would step through however, he would find something unpleasant happening. A dagger being aimed right for his neck from his right.
@VitaVitaAR

Alrighty, I feel like I might have gone a bit too fantasy with the idea, but here we go.

I will be working on someone from the Burial agency and likely have them up sometime tomorrow~

@Aerandir@ERode@Guilty Spark@Asuras



It went about as well as she could expect. One down, throat ripped out. Fresh blood coating the blade as she simply let him fall where he died. The second though, was able to move a bit faster than she desired. Expected, of course. Anyone worth their weight in gold could respond as quickly to an ambush like this. Dropping the dagger, she would draw both her blades. Swift, deadly, and cold. That's how she had to be here.

"Would've been easier if you just let it happen, vermin."

A deft hand followed a quick step forward, her arming sword slicing towards the hand casting magic, while her swordbreaker intended to catch his own blade, wrench it from his grasp and disarm.
Dungeon Diving ho!~
@Crusader Lord@Crimson Paladin@Click This



It seemed their actions, or the actions of others had at least on some level created utter chaos. The foliage on the temple was burning, the blackened slimes slowly shuffled towards the group. Novak rushed to Leannah’s aide, attempting to see if she was fine. A shout up from her was any indication as any. Lazhira was inching her way away from the slimes, towards the back of the temple.

Narkissa seemed to have some other ideas, however.

A prayer offered to the Goddess that bought them here.

A simple, small thing, quite the opposite of Leannah’s grand prayer.



Not that Narkissa would be aware of these idle words of the goddess, for she was not one to directly show herself to her chosen should they call to her. Time however, would seem to slow for her as she watched something sparkling and shiny fell from the roof. A drop of the clearest, purest water she had ever seen. That only she could see. Despite the fires quickly engulfing the place, it fell, barely even being affected by it. A splash as it landed on one of the black slimes.

Narkissa would suddenly feel...off. Not bad, just...off. As though she was both hyper aware of her surroundings, as though she could feel every bit of movement of her own body, and see every movement of those around her. The attempt at making water seemed far too easy in success. A sphere of water formed, held together by raw magical force before it was launched towards the fire and the slimes. In fact, it almost came as naturally to her as breathing it felt. She felt as though she could potentially shape the water to do anything she desired at this moment.

The slimes were shoved back from the impact, but otherwise the two she had hit seemed mostly unaffected. The fire, too, seemed to be slightly quenched by the fire.

Yet...the slime hit by the drop of crystal clear water would roil, the slime on its surface shuddering and quivering as the foreign substance seemingly spread through its entire being. The soft sickly glow from within its core began flickering, slowly fading to a more blue tone. At the same time, its body began growing. Larger and larger, until it had nearly tripled in size. The bones too, seemingly had grown to match.

It lurched towards Narkissa, lashing out with a tendril of goo tipped with a sharp bone acting as a spear as it struk towards her.

“E-eh!? That’s!? R-really?!” Lazhira seemed mildly surprised by the turn of events. She seemed about ready to flee herself, now that they had six small slimes and a massive seventh one to deal with.

“...if you desire my favor...” As the events played out, those in the current room would hear a voice. A familiar, ethereal voice speaking to them from everywhere at once...but it was far colder and far less warm than it had been previously. “...then kill the monstrosity before you. I’ve given you a small boon, do not waste it. Or do, and die. Flee, and incur my wrath. I will be watching, little Narkissa.”

"I don't know what's going on Narkissa, but this is bad! Like really bad!"

Leannah at least would be more or less fine, safe from the chaos happening above as the pit she found herself in was well insulated, even slightly damp and cold. The oily, smooth goo beneath her feet wobbled slightly as she walked, her feet sinking a few centimeters into it with each step as it seemed to barely support her weight completely.

As she walked to a crystal on a wall, it would easily break off at her touch, and thankfully not dim either with the act. Seemed as though it may be a good source of light, if nothing else. That just left her with the room to explore, or finding a way back up to aid her companions. The only way out was a hallway, lined with various rooms it seemed.

Within each were more artifacts it looked like. One room seemed to be an old library. Another seemed as though it was a kitchen. A third seemed to be bunk rooms of some sort...wait. At the end of the hallway.

The rough silhouette of a human illuminated by a crystal. As soon as Leannah would notice it, however, it simply walked off further into the temple. It seemed the hallway branched into two paths. One leading to the left and one leading to the right. If she were to check, the one to the left, the one the figure had walked down didn’t have any noticeable features. Through the one in the right though, she could see a room, another pedestal with seemingly something needing to be placed on it.

...what was someone else doing down here? Should she pursue? Or should she wait for her allies - whoever it was might get away in the meantime.





Nobbu and the Fox
@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y



Deciding to find an offering for the Kyrnith, the duo went about finding a Kyr Reed. Finding such things growing in the village however, seemed to not be entirely fruitful. Given the beach and the more flat, open area it was situated on perhaps that was no surprise. It wouldn’t be until they would find themselves near the edge of the forest did Misaki start noticing things of note. Most of the plants near didn’t have nearly as much medicinal or other herbal applications, as one may expect, but a few…



And nearby, would be the Kyr Reed they were looking for. It seemed as though this would be a somewhat fruitful search. An edible mushroom that may have wider applications, and some sort of...odd snow herb. It would be easy to gather these, if she desired, in some manner of quality if she wanted. A number of Sleep roots and red petals seemed to be nearby, too…

Whenever she went to pick the Reeds, however, she would find she was also not the only one that seemed to want it.

A fawn, with dark blue fur and white spots. It had almost been ready to eat the plant, but the moment it had noticed the two of them, it would jump back, obviously frightened.



The Roma Mob
@ERode@Pyromania99



“...tsk.” Upon hearing that the Dwarves were the source of the deaths of two of their men, Morgan’s mouth turned downwards into a slight scowl. Wordlessly, the one that had walked up a few minutes ago ran off back into the camp, shouting something about setting up a few more defenses if they could. “Maybe I will get to do something this time. Thanks for the information, Isidore. Augusta...” His gaze lingered on the elf for a few uncomfortably long seconds, but his attention was quickly turned back to Isidore as he inquired about Rheane and moved more in front of her.

“I’m no priest, but I’ll tell you what I can.” He turned to the flag waving in the cold wind. The serpent and star may perhaps remind them of Donovan’s own emblem. “We follow Prophet Rheane in order to bring order back to this realm. She claims to be the daughter of the God of this world and seeks to return the land back to the way it was before all the snow, ice, and beasts.” He smirked, shrugging as he said it. “I don’t buy the entire thing myself, but...well, Rheane’s power is real, and there’s just about nothing else looking after us humans. Well...unless you count that Moon ‘Goddess’.” He scoffed at those words, obviously not really considering her to be as such.

“As for the beast...its called Stieneter.” He shook his head. “At least, that’s what the dwarves call it anyways. I’ve only seen it a handful of times from a distance when it surfaces on the mountain. Its some sort of...giant serpent with many legs.” He made a motion towards the west. A series of rocky passes and snow laden ground paved a white path towards the sea. “We saw it only briefly when the storm started, Railey took off after it to make sure it wasn’t going to come after us. You’ll know him when you see him. Should be the only person out here in full armor.” He glanced over his shoulder, back to the camp. “If that’s everything, then I should get back to working out how we’re going to get ourselves out of this mess.”

Assuming Augusta or Isidore had no further questions for Fiacre, he would leave the pair there to ponder their next move, leaving them to decide where to go and what to do next. Assuming too, they would soon meet back up with both Octavia and Leuca, the small elf would worriedly greet the pair as they returned.

“Y-you’re back. Oh thank the Ancestors...” She greeted them, Octavia eagerly rubbing against Augusta, barking and asking to be picked up, leaning on one of her legs with her front paws. “W-what do they want? Did they say anything about Sorcha…?” She asked, hopeful that they may have divulged some information even if they hadn’t directly asked.



Wayward builder
@Guy0fV4lor@PaulHaynek



“...your odd manner of speaking aside,” Enli replied with a bemused smile. “You truly do not know? Well...I suppose the world is far more vast than we know so perhaps it is not strange.” Enli walked over to one of the aged scrolls in the wall, shuffling carefully through a few before deciding on one and walking back over to the pair. He unrolled the piece of parchment, showing the pair its contents.

Upon its old, faded surface was a stylized drawing of two human figures, an old man and a cloaked, dirty old hag. A white colored symbol, the same that Donovan saw on Lazhira’s arm and the same that was upon Enli’s robe.

“Locally, we know him as Iva’Krorh, the God of Knowledge. He illuminates ones path towards secrets, and gifted humans the first spark of knowledge and motivation to...create.” He frowned lightly, rolling up the scroll after they had a decent look at it. “...truthfully, though, people forget his domain isn’t simply knowledge, but the mind itself. When we say ‘knowledge’ we truly mean he’s the one that allowed us to think and understand the world around us, and the right to revoke such knowledge as well - but the cost of doing so was said to have driven him mad.”

He frowned, lowering his voice again.

"I truly do not know what is happening in Dawn. Only that things aren't...right and things are outside of my control aside from keeping the people safe..."



Send Feet Pics
@Cu Chulainn



“Ah? Alright. Do what you want.” Soyala shrugged. “I’ll make sure the fire doesn’t spread to far. The snow should see it doesn’t do too much...but stranger things have happened.” The huntress would leave Malphas to do as he wished, keeping weapon at the ready just in case something jumped them from the forest.

For most people, there would be a tangible feeling of apprehension for doing this. He coated an arrow in the plants toxin, posing a question to the huntress.

“Its particularly nasty, and most wouldn’t dare touch its meat after.” Soyala replied. “If it gets inside, it’ll kill you in an hour. And it’ll be the most unpleasant thing you can experience.” She glanced to the deer, the arrow piercing its furred hide. The deer yelped pitifully as the plants poison entered its bloodstream. “...I’ve been told by that Merchant, that certain people in Chagawa have developed a way to make it work near instantly, but she tells many stories and half truths.” The deer would thrash and cry as it tried to drag itself away from Malphas and the snare that had hung in its leg. More crying, thrashing and pitiful struggling as the toxin did its work.

More disconcertingly, however, was what else was heard in the forest.

A loud, mournful call echoed through the woods followed by a cold, melancholic breeze.



Eventually the deer would stop thrashing altogether, too tired and injured to even thrash at its fate as it awaited the inevitable.

“...if that’s done, we should get moving.” It seemed like whoever was in the temple may not be quite done yet, either. “Follow me. The abode of the Illuminated is close, but not within that trap.”
Well, alright. Here we are, migraine's not as bad as I thought it was going to be so I managed to at least get it to an acceptable state. A master for approval. If needed, I'll see about spinning up a servant I guess but I'm still unconfident in my ability to play them.

Dungeon Diving ho!~
@Crusader Lord@Crimson Paladin@Click This



“Aha, don’t mention it. That’s what I’m here for~!” Lazhira replied to Leannah with a smile, Narkissa’s question however, caused her to frown. “...I’m...unsure.” She confessed, furrowing her brow in a manner suggesting mild confusion. “Enli says it’s been like this for awhile, and anyone in the village says its been like this for well...generations. I’m not sure though...I have my doubts about a lot of this temple, but its super interesting regardless.”

Novak picked up a mask from the floor. The smooth surface of its wooden construction, not even eyes for the wearer to see through. Were those wearing it trying to obscure their sights for some reason? Or were they just attempting to mimic how the illuminator looked? Regardless of his thoughts, he would attempt putting it on.

At first, darkness.

Then slowly...ever so slowly, something started ‘fading’ into view. It was...the temple room in front of him? But his sight was odd. It was the same stone room, but all the color had been removed, as though he was viewing the world through some sort of black and white filter. His vision only extended a few feet in any direction, but what he did see might cause some minor concern. Small orbs of silvery light, similar in nature to Lazhira’s orb of light she used to help them get here, were floating all about this place. While those in and of themselves were perhaps, not too interesting, a quick glance to the stone statue would reveal the floor beneath it lighting up in the same silvery white light...as well as the floor immediately in front of it.

Curiously, looking at Lazhira, would reveal her tattoo lighting up in the same manner, with her eyes, unlike being black and white, would be a silver color too. Seeing her like this would make him for a moment, think he had heard something whispering in his ear.

“...see anything fun with that, Novak?” She’d ask innocently, looking to him with a grin. “I tried putting those on once, but I didn’t see anything new.” She pouted slightly. “Apparently old priests would wear those when attempting to gain insight from the Illuminator.”

If Novak decided to take the mask with him



Leannah wouldn’t find anything more interesting in the way written words. At least, nothing else she could discern as such, being unable to read the runes and ancient words within, so she’d set on her next plan.

With a running start, she leaped to the top of the stone idol with a fair amount of agility. The stone was surprisingly light - perhaps it wasn’t made of stone at all? It certainly looked like it should be heavier than it is, yet it was easy enough to carry with both hands with her currently above human strength, and with a bit of agility and strength, she managed to slot it into the wall.

There was a high pitched shrieking noise.

If Novak was still looking through his mask, he’d see the silvery glow fade from under the statue. A voice not belonging to him intruded upon his thoughts.

“The pit. Offer yourself.”

Several things would happen at once.

The temple rumbled, old stone and gears moving. The floor under the statue gave way, causing the idol and the catgirl that had currently done the deed, to begin to fall. Leannah wouldn’t have time to react as she too fell.

In the same instant, blobs of some viscous black liquid began to fall from the ceiling. Each one, eventually coalescing into a creature made of black slime with a greenish glowing light from within, and bony spines growing from various parts in their body. Rather than looking like any sort of animal, once could say they definitely resembled some sort of ‘slime’ creature from some video game, but far less friendly looking.

There were about seven in total that had dropped from the ceiling, and though they were slow moving they were moving towards the group with seemingly hostile intent. The foliage covering the temple began to burn as well! There was no telling how far this fire may spread, now, though given the snow nature of the forest it wasn’t going to go far, that was a small comfort to the party inside, though since most of the structure seemed to be made of stone, if they could get deeper inside or find a safe enough place to wait it out, it’d probably die down soon enough...

“Leannah?! And Fire?! Why is there a fire?!” Lazhira shouted. “And these things, they look...in pain...”

Leannah’s fall, thankfully would be brief. She would fall for only a few seconds before she would land on something soft, wet, and squishy, something that felt mildly like some sort of jello, but thankfully she would be uninjured. She’d have a few moments to take in her surroundings...and notice...she was on some sort of floor made of some sort of black substance. The room was lit by small crystalline clusters of white rock on the walls. On the opposite side of the room, the floor turned to stone, as one might expect of an old temple. A doorway seemed to lead deeper into it.

Looking up she could see light faintly from the room she had fallen from. The idol had sunken lightly into the floor, the top of it the only visible part now.



Nobbu and the Fox
@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y



Deciding to get familiar with the town and hunt a bit of information, Misaki decided to walk around the village and see if they could learn anything from the villagers. Her first stop was the waterfront. Her assumption of salt production was spot on, too. Upon initial glance, a few huts nearby the ocean seemed to be dedicated to it - evaporating the water until a salty brine was left and then carried and stored elsewhere. Seemed like they mostly used clay pots and containers to do so, too.

Salt, huh. Salt could be used for any number of things. Preserving food. Flavoring it, but you would easily know these are barely even half the uses salt would have in a more advanced society should you even be able to get there. Indeed, salt was useful in a number of modern applications - deicing roads, plastic manufacturing, as an emulsifier...but such things were not currently useful to you.



Among further investigation in the town, you would also find as you might expect, some sort of herbalist. The hut she used as her base wasn’t very large, but inside were a number of useful seeming herbs. Since you’d seem interested in learning about them, the older woman also would be eager to tell you as much about them as she could. Specifically their names and where they would grow best.



Seems like useful knowledge in all aspects, though perhaps not immediately so. If Misaki intended to expand her knowledge, perhaps it might be a good idea to start maybe documenting some of these plants herself? Surely there would be others out in the forest that had some uses. Perhaps that was something she’d look into later. Her skill might also be suggesting there may be other uses gleaned from the plants if she were to somehow create a mixture of them…

Whatever she decided to do, once she left the herbalists she’d hear something curious. Two villagers were talking about something.

“Ah...you know, come to think of it..has anyone been to the Kyrnith’s grove in awhile?”

“...probably not, I bet the hunters are keeping people away too.”

“Shame. I hope the deer are okay.”

“I bet the hunters started getting to them already. Easy source of food.” If she kept listening, or if she asked the two, they’d eventually talk about or where this ‘Grove’ was. On the southern edge of the forest - quite near where the obelisk was, actually just a little ways into the forest itself was a clearing where people once offered thanks to the Kyrnith for the bounty of the forest.



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"O-oh...okay, I'll stay here with...Octavia." The pup barked happily, running around for a moment before settling down near the elvish child.

The guard watched the group approach, obviously wary as he raised the spear at his side in a somewhat defensive manner as they approached. Upon seeing the horn, however, the man frowned, scowling.

“By the Prophet...this entire trip has been bad luck from the outset I tell you.” He grunted, relaxing his gaze slightly as he looked over the travelers before him. “Wait here a moment. Commander Morgan!” The guard took off into the camp, a light jog as he left his post. They’d only be left there a minute or so before the guard would return with a somewhat listless looking boy that couldn’t have been more than a few years out of his teens.



There seemed to be something with the ‘Ancient Gods Guidance’ that seemed somewhat...different. As though there was something more to be gleaned from it but it was being blocked, or currently unreadable with her current level of skill. As well, it seemed most of the other soldiers here would have a similar read out, with various levels of ‘Martial Training’ along with Ancient gods Guidance and Protection.

“...haaa, that’s definitely one of ours.” He would say to the group. “Thanks for returning it...I suppose the storm got them?” His eyes quickly shifted from Isidore to Leuca and Augusta but if he thought there was anything suspicious, he didn’t say anything. “First that botched raid, the storm blocking the easiest path south, and now this...” He frowned, rubbing his forehead. “Down two men and Captain Railey chased after that beast by himself.”

He let out a long sigh.

“Sorry, you don’t want to hear my complaining. You come from the northern areas, aye? Fiacre Morgan. I’m the commander here, I guess, since Captain Railey’s absent. We’re the Apostles of Rheane. We keep some semblance of order out here. As much as we can, anyways. The Elves and Bastelian don't exactly make it easy on us-" He was interrupted by another knight approaching.

“Commander, no sign of Railey still. The scouts we sent to check the dwarven gates returned - they’re shut tight. The storm doesn’t look like its going to be breaking anytime soon, either.”

“...hm, they only do that if they’re being threatened from something outside...or if there’s a problem within they’re trying to solve themselves. Well, that means we probably won’t have to deal with them, at least. Ha...I’m not going to get to do anything but sit on my ass this time aren’t I?” He turned back to the group having seemingly decided something.

“Alright, thanks for returning this, travelers.” He glanced back towards the camp. “If you're planning on heading south, I'd suggest finding shelter somewhere or heading elsewhere. The pass has been blocked by an avalanche caused by the storm. I'd let the both of you stay here, but our supplies will be stretched thin as it is. We weren't exactly planning on an extended leave from the Cathedral.” He glanced over Isidore. "But...perhaps if you could help find Captain Railey, I could make an exception and we might all be able to get out of here sooner rather than later."



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“Y...you met with the Kyrnith?” Enli’s face immediately turned to surprise and mild shock upon hearing this. “And...it mentioned something about Dawn being about to...blow?” He frowned, trying to understand what exactly Nicholas meant by that, but shook his head. “I’m not quite sure what that means, but if you’ve both met with the Kyrnith and are here now...and you want to help...” He held a hand to his chin.

“What exactly did the Kyrnith say? It refuses to speak with those from the village, and most who have tried have ended up injured...or worse.” He looked over to Donovan as he asked his questions. “I’m...unsure what you are implying. We haven’t actively worshipped the Illuminator in...generations.” He replied, yet...there was a tinge of uncertainty in his voice as she glanced around the room. “...publicly, and the majority at least. There are no doubt who still do in this village.” He lowered his voice, as though he was afraid of being overheard.

“But...I really have no power here. Akando, is the one with the hunters on his side, and I fear he might be involved in some manner. That girl Lazhira, too. If you’ve seen a girl with an odd tattoo on her arm...she is involved in some manner.”

He cleared his throat, taking a normal pitch again.

“If you wish to help, then maybe you should start with that old temple in the forest. Some other travelers already agreed to help, so perhaps it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to get their help. An odd Bastelian, a black haired girl and Kitsune from Chagawa. Quite a few to be honest.”



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Soyala watched the proceedings. Malphas, taking the stone, offering a prayer to the Illuminator. The process of the arrow being knocked. Malphas focusing inward as he reached for that intangible feeling within. The same otherworldly power that seemed to lace his words at times. It wasn’t very large, nor powerful, but at the same time it would suffice - a small flame, alighting the tip of the arrow.

It sailed through the air, striking the roof in some area. A blaze was lit.

“Pfft...ahahah!” Soyala, merely laughed as she watched. “Full of surprises aren’t you! Alright then...lets clean this place up. I’m sure he’d love to meet you after this.” She hefted her spear, heading into the fog ahead of Malphas. The beings that laid within, were not anything of consequence. A wolf or two. A few of those bird-like creatures. Overall, they would encounter nothing notable over the course of their foray into the fog. The fire they started too, seemed to drive away and weaken it slightly. As they both carried the mark, the fog didn’t seem to have its disorienting effects, either.

So long as they stayed sufficiently far away from it, they would likely be unharmed by what would be within, too.

The flower though, proved a bit more difficult but he too would eventually find it...along with something else. The flower was growing near the base of a tree, thankfully a fair ways out of the path that the fire could spread too. A cluster of them, even. And near them?

A deer.

A mundane looking dear, save for its dark blue coat and white, spotted fur. It had an arrow sticking from its side, and its leg seemed to have been caught in a snare.

“...one of the deer that roam this forest. Meats good. Looks like it got caught by an old snare or something after getting hunted.” The deer tried to back away from Malphas and Soyala, scrambling on the ground making pitiful noises, obviously terrified of its situation. “Give me a moment and I’ll kill it. Careful with that flower by the way. You’ll regret even touching it.”

Of course, if Malphas had other plans for the deer, he could stop her...but there wouldn’t be much point to that, would there?


@Aerandir@ERode@Guilty Spark@Asuras



What a pleasant little hovel.

She noted two men. Both Elvish. Both with their backs to her. Good, then. Lucky she was able to slip in without being scene. She was confident she could handle both, but this would make things simple. Better yet, they were talking. Amazing how much peoples lips moved when they thought they were alone. How much information one could gather by simply listening...so Sera listened.

Moving quickly out of immediate sight, she positioned herself just around the corner of the door. Still low, as she listened to the two men talking. As she listened, she drew two blades. Smaller ones. Not particularly useful in direct combat, but perfect for dealing with unsuspecting people quietly. A cold breath, as her hand ran along the edge of the blade. A coating of frost slowly covered it. She repeated it with the second, though this one simply had its edge coated in frost, small flakes falling from its blade. The process took in all, just a few seconds. A few seconds of listening and preparing. Regardless of if they had revealed anything useful in that time, Sera would strike.

First, the one sitting. She approached. Quietly. The Rime-kissed blade aimed for the flesh of his neck, tearing a deep gash, the Rimewind venom hopefully doing enough to keep him from retaliating as he bled out.

In the next instant, she swiftly took the one bitten by frost and aimed for the first non-lethal weakpoint on his armor she saw. Weaken, and interrogate. If all else failed...she'd simply find some useful information laying about here. If nothing else, she'd have two fresh offerings.
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