Rune_Alchemist

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Julene’s cabin
@Pyromania99

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“...rebirth, purty, and Innocence, eh?” Julene narrowed her eyes, giving Akyasha a critical gaze. “...must be nice, not having any self awareness.” She’d snort, filling a bowl of food for herself as she was posed a question. “New power? What sorta power?” She’d query back in ponderance. “...Good question. Probably kill every man-eating beast and blood-thirsty creature I can get my hands on?” She’d only answer half-heartedly, though, as if she wasn’t quite certain of her reply herself. “What’s it matter though? Not like a human could get power like that. Not without becoming a monster themselves.”

She’d set the bowl on the table.

“I don’t intend to become one. Ever.” That seemed rather final.

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

The figures’ head lifted up, hearing their voices.

A small moment of silence followed as Aleksiya finished speaking, Kordelia slowly moving to her feet from where she was kneeling. For a moment, it looked like she was about to fall over, her movements a little uncoordinated.

“They’re back…I knew…it…”

Kordelia didn’t turn, only turned her head up towards the cut open midsection of her pet and former companion.

“You idiots might have killed me once, but if you think you can…just come here after what you did to him. I won’t…let you.” There was not a hint of recognition in her eyes as she turned to face them, eyes void of any intelligence, only the hint of a red-star embedded in her pupils. Her mouth, slightly agape with elongated fangs.

“Stupid…stupid stupid! All of you just die and let me eat you already!”

She was fast. Much faster than the three of them were. In mere seconds she had lunged the distance between her and Aleksiya, her arm twisted into the claw of some savage beast attempting to simply rip Aleksiya in half.

It was clear at least, whether from hunger or something else, Kordelia was not in her right state of mind.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The creature hissed in mild pain as one of its numerous arms and grey flesh was bit into. Biting the withered limb off was surprisingly easy, Argus’ teeth ripping right through it. A flash of his blade followed, but the creature would attempt moving quickly backwards, making the blow much shallower then it could have been as only one arm was severed completely while others only suffered deep gashes and a shallow cut across its neck.

Before more blows could be delivered, the beast’s chest closed, returning to all fours as the bear creature pawed at the ground as it would resume a bestial assault, lunging towards Argus quickly in another frenzied flurry of blows and attempting to use its body weight to crush the vampire.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains

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“Eat? But I’m not hungry…” Sucaria replied in her usual somewhat distant manner to Lunas request.

“...Luna…” Elnith sighed, frowning slightly as she’d hold a hand to the side of her face. “How can you have such a blessed appearance yet be so wholly innocent…” The other swordswoman would say with a mildly troubled expression as Fio would dismount their steed. Truthfully, it was a good idea. They’d likely have to leave the horses behind soon enough anyways. No way they were getting through the mountains.

“Nhn? Annoyed?” Sucaria, instead of dismounting from the steed, would dismount from the steed as well, quietly looking at Fio curiously, hand still in her dress as she’d take a few moments to contemplate her response. “...No? Not annoyed. Wanted to give something.” She’d say with a small frown, pulling her hand from her dress.

And produced a small canteen.

“...you seemed nervous…?”

If Fio happened to look inside the flask, the drink was a suspiciously dark red color.

It was then, the party would become aware of a tiny, somewhat irritated and angry sounding voice coming from Luna’s steed. Specifically, a little bag on the back flank of the horse.

“Hey! HEEEY! Why you gotta put me here of all places this animal reeks!” The fairy, having previously named herself as ‘Wisp’. “C’mon let me out already I’ve served my time lemme oooout! I’ll curse every last one of yooou, grrrr!”

The growling was much less threatening then she likely thought.

Location
Harzel Plains

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“We’ve already slayed the beast. Its source is no longer.” Sorcha responded to Luana. “Rather, I was more interested in the fire itself. Does it feel…unnatural? Strange? It is fine if you cant say. I was merely curious as to what your druidic powers could tell us about it.” Reinhardt, accepting the blade would sheathe it at his side as the group would travel along the path…and not far in the distance they would find the Harzel fort.

And next to it, the now butchered body of the great Wyvern.

Before they could approach, however, a familiar set of faces would ride up. Lonan followed briefly not far after by Grainne. The girl had a number of bandages adorning her face and she wasn’t wearing her armor. Seemed she was still healing a bit from the beating she took from the Wyvern she had fought.

“Sir Reinhardt! Sir Ethelred…and…” Lonan would slow his horse to a halt as he’d come upon them. “...your Majesty.” A reverent bow of his head followed.

“Ahaha, no need to be so formal with me, Sir Lonan. As far as I’m concerned your aid was invaluable in slaying that beast.”

“Your kindness is appreciated, your Majesty. I say much the same to you three. I must say, the unkind rumors the knights are spreading about you are quite…well, completely false it seems.”

“Hmph, I do not let such things bother me, and you should not either. With time, they will accept me as Queen.”

“...quite confident of that, aren't you?”

“Yes. I am.” Sorcha’s eyes briefly fell on Grainne. “Your squire?”

“Yes, Grainne.” Strangely, the redhead didn’t seem her usual fiery self that the two of them had met during the incident.

“Well, then, shall we head to the fort?”

“Of course, your majesty.”

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Pyromania99

“I dislike that woman greatly.” Nynnette responded, coolly pouring more tea for Livia. “I would much rather skin her furry ears and tail alive then do anything like that with her.”

“She’s…certainly a unique one, isn’t she?” Livia mused idly, watching Katherine leave. “I suppose I’ll add a ‘not dismissed until I say so’ to that training as well, then.”

“My lady I implore you let me do it.”

“If you’re that eager, go bother the new Nightshade Recruits. The maison is not your job.”

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“Hmph, yeah? And I was ordered to train everyone. A demon can’t be trained in the same way as a human.” She’d snarl, leaning down to put herself at height level with Eliz. “Especially some prudish scale demon with as much personality as their empty shells.”

“That is enough, Myrilla.” Viatrix frowned. “We’ve been friends for quite some time now, but if you insist on causing trouble I will remove you. Forcibly.”

“...tch, whatever. I got what I wanted. She checks out.” She’d heft her pistol over her shoulder, blade soon being sheathed at her side as shed turn around. “Watch your back, runt.” She’d snap towards Eliz. “And shove your bonbons down your own gullet.”

“If by issues you mean Myrilla picking fights like she usually does.” The elf replied with a sigh. “I suppose you are not entirely wrong, but it just doesn’t sit right with me. Combat isn’t everyones preferred method of solving issues.” She’d rest her riot shield on the ground as Viatrix laughed softly at Eliz’s proclamation.

“Well, if you’re free then Eliz. I’ll finish showing you around. The rest of you may do as you wish.” Viatrix smiled, kneeling down to Eliz’s level and placing a hand to her forehead. “...Mhm, here we go. A little healing spell.” Eliz would find the small scratches and wounds on her body being healed, her body healing and the small cuts slowly being written over. “There we are…I’m not sure how effective it’d be on a demon, but I think it worked fine.”

“I will pass on the bonbons as well. I shall be going to Myrilla to finish my training…and possibly challenge her to a duel.” The elf would say in response to Polina. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Come along then, Eliz.” Viatrix would lead the demon and the maids that followed still back towards the infirmary. “I apologize for her poor impression. Do know that almost every other maid in the Maison is nothing like that.”

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Julene’s cabin
@Pyromania99

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“I’m…sorry, what now?” Julene stared, somewhat perplexed at the flower that had quite literally, just been grown on her head. “...I mean, I suppose it is pretty.” She’d say, plucking the flower from her head and observing it. “But I dunno, I don’t do flowers. Is it supposed to mean something?” She’d gruffly reply, not seeming too particularly impressed by it. “It’ll wither and die…like everything else here.”

A somber sentiment, it seemed like Julene had towards the current world. Perhaps, Julene just needed to be given something irrefutable and maybe, a little bit of hope for something other than this bleak, lightless world.

“Ya want food or not?” She’d say, finishing up the stew she seemed to be makin. “More for me if not. I should probably get back to playin lookout soon anyways.”

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

The beast fell.

A loud thud, kicking up dust and debris as its body fell limply to the ground in front of Aleksiya, its beak now propped open as the blade would sever whatever remained of its life. A victory, if not a particularly pleasant one or one to rejoice over. All that left now, was to find their way towards the source of this unpleasant business.

Perhaps, their old friend and comrade wouldn’t be difficult to work with.

Beyond the small clearing was a river that the trio would find themselves stepping out into. Yet, the river was not of water. No, they could smell and see it clearly. This river, was tainted beyond reason. Ichorious blood had tainted the water of these woods, completely and utterly. It was no doubt, then, that even if plants could grow…this would see to it all would soon wither and decay. And the beasts? No doubt twisted by this tainted water supply. Thankfully it was downstream of the village, sparing them from the taint.

And the source of this would soon become apparent.

Further down, the river, was a sight most would be familiar with.

The long dead carcass of a great Gorebat King - and something that was Kordelia’s reliable partner. A giant ornate spike of stone had been carved and impaled it into the ground, through its wing and right through its body, securely locking it to the ground. Its chest, had been completely hollowed out, reserved for what now seemed to be a small altar that someone had build inside of the creature…right next to its faintly, still beating, heart that was the source of all the blood pooling into the river.

And on top of this altar?

A sarcophagus much like the ones they had woken up in, and in front of it, was the familiar head of blond hair, a pair of small bat wings extending from her head, and a furry pair of similar wings from her waist. She was kneeling in front of the coffin, unmoving even as they approached.

They however, could not help but to feel watched.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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Argus was swift, his blade lashing out…but just as the tip of the blade met the tooth-like zipper seam on the creatures underside, the entire thing just…split apart. Muscle and sinew ripping itself apart like some cavernous maw, but inside was neither mouth nor stomach. A single large, skeleton with multiple hands, seemingly puppeting the bear-boar from the inside like some sort of macabre parasite. It lashed out with one of its hands, gripping argus by the wrist and trying to pull him inside of the beast.

The bear, meanwhile would much follow suit, using its large frame in an attempt to ensnare the vampire inside of it.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Airedale Keep, Meeting Room
@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise@Pyromania99@Guy0fV4lor

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“Very well,” Sorcha would draw her blade, pulling it from its sheathe and holding it in front of Luana. “Hands over the blades point. Now,” Luana would feel it. A brief zap of electricity shocking her hands, leaving a painful electrical burn along her hands. “As the rightful ruler of Albion, and current Queen of Airedale and the surrounding lands, I knight thee in my name. You will serve none before me,” The blade now rest upon her shoulders, sharp edge against her neck. “Be it god, man, or even your own desires. Know that I shall accept no betrayal and such actions shall be met with a swiftest of actions and executions.”

The blade would be swiftly withdrawn, back into its sheathe, and instead by the Queens hand.

“On your feet then, sorry about that I have to at least try to look the part sometimes.” A smile as she’d pull Luana to her feet. “Ethelred, Reinhardt? Lets get going. I’m eager to see these so-called wyverns.”

Without further words unless one of her knights had anything to say, the Queen would proceed to gather the horses and supplies, setting off towards Harzel….

@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99
Llobrokor Mountains

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Fio, not having much experience with riding horses would opt to ride with Luna. This, was fine for the most part. There wouldn’t be any issues or running into anything troubling on their travel through the mountains…save for one slight Issue. A certain maid, that had been in her opinion, quite wrongly displaced. Fio had taken to sitting in front of Luna, while Sucaria was behind her. Most of the trip, Sucaria was simply spent quietly staring at Fio and when camp would be made, the Maid seemed to definitely go out of her way to definitely not mess with Fio. that’d require her to be upset, which she wasn’t.

Passing through Lightsword territory and through the graveyard of the giants, they’d soon find themselves at the foot of the mountains, Elnith leading them across winding hills and crossing dangerously close to the wastes before soon finding themselves near the towering sky piercing mountains in central Albion.

“What do you know about the giants, Luna?” Elnith queried. “I hear your family has giant blood in your veins.” Sucaria was quietly sitting behind the Knight as Elnith spoke to her companion. “They’re such kind people, you know…they took me in when even my own parents disowned me, ahah.” Elnith smiled, not seeing anything particularly wrong with that statement.

Sucaria reached into her dress, though for now did nothing else.

@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise@Guy0fV4lor
Harzel Plains

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The travel across the land to Harzel followed roughly the same path they had taken last, stopping briefly in Redwater to resupply and rest in civilization for the night, thankfully without any more or other Fomorian incidents happening…though there were unsettling rumors of people going missing occasionally, but most passed it off to impish fey. Still, there was little to be done about such rumors now.

Aside from this, and running off some Fomorians harassing the main road the knights would reach their destination relatively undisturbed, eventually finding themselves close to the Harzel border, where the scorched and blasted forest, still smoldering from the Wyvern’s apocalyptic blast of fire had charred the very land itself.

“...so this is the destruction that Wyvern had wrought.” Sorcha commented idly as they rode past at an even, steady pace. “An impressive feat, slaying such a beast unharmed.” She’d glance towards Reinhardt, but said nothing as instead, she’d pull a small short, one handed sword from her steed's saddle bags. “Reinhardt, I was considering your particular issue with weapons constantly breaking.”

She’d casually pass the blade to him.

“This blade has been in my possession for quite some time. Its nothing impressive, but its sturdy and forged by both the dwarvish smiths of a far off land and a clan of elves I spent a good portion of the last decade with.” She didn’t seem to think much of handing him the blade. “Ethelred, about how much further to that fort? We will be meeting the Harzel knights at the place where you slew that beast at. I desire to see its carcass myself. What about you, Luana? Your a druid and quite in tune with the land, are you not? What do you make of that destruction out there?”

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR

The other maids around, mostly seemed unsure of the situation, not having the full context of what exactly was going on. As far as they knew, this could just be a general training and consensual duel between instructor and student. Now having drawn quite a crowd, Polina’s sweets were eagerly accepted…by all but Sieg who was nowhere to be seen, having run off somewhere it seemed.

Myrilla’s movements were just as swift, if not more than Eliz’s. The instructor grinned excitedly, ready to intercept the chunk of earth with her blade.

A sudden shot from Lucrecia would interrupt the duel. The large chunk of earth the demon had thrown had fragmented into pieces and was knocked off course, a cloud of dust blowing away in the wind. A clang of steel as Myrilla’s blade would strike Lucrecia’s own, Eliz’s own strike being stopped in its tracks, though not without Lucrecia’s arm feeling a bit numb from the demons strength.

“Maid Lucrecia,” Myrilla coldly began. “You interfere with a…training exercise?”

“Myrilla, this is no training exercise.” Sieg’s voice interrupted the pair, heavy riot shield and Viatrix in tow. “You should be ashamed of yourself. I realize you are afflicted with a lust for battle, but this is no excuse!”

“Goodness, when sieg bolted into the infirmary and told me what was happening…well, I won’t say it doesn’t sound exactly like you.” Viatrix sighed.

“This is neither of yours business.” Myrilla growled. "If anything, this was a training exercise. One that one getting fat on her own food has failed completely." The instructor lowered her blade, huffing irritably. "The demon is swift footed, behaves exactly as a scale demon, if a little more aggressive and also is skilled at combat."

"...Myrilla, you...are being serious right now?" Viatrix frowned, holding a hand to her head. "This...was honestly your way of a...test? I knew you were about as tactless as a drunk hippo but this is..."

"I will be reporting this conduct to lady Fiore." Sieg continued. "Ill conceived training or not, this is unacceptable."

"Ahaha, do whatever you want, elf. I'm not going anywhere."

"...you must be Eliz." Viatrix turned to the demon, walking over and smiling affectionately. "I apologize for that one, she's...well, somewhat shall we say, not all there in the head. I'm Viatrix, the nurse and chief medical officer here at the Maison. If you would allow it I would like to take a look to make sure Myrilla hasn't harmed you too much."

"Oi I'm completely here in the head."

"...Polina, I will also be reporting your complete lack of care for a new, fellow maid that was an obvious target of bullying and hazing from a superior officer. We were explicitly told to treat her as any other maid. Would you have allowed this to happen if it was any other maid? If Myrilla threatened and was intent on seemingly mortally injuring them? If Eliz had been a normal human, she would very well be dead now."

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@Pyromania99

“Hmm…” Livia frowned, humming lightly to herself. “That is no excuse. You should be trained in proper etiquette among one of the first things when employed by the Maison. I know Mariarca and the others are good at their jobs, so that just means…you’re being a problem student.” A small smile graced Livia’s lips. “Its quite rare for me to get involved in training myself, but if the others are having trouble handling you, then I suppose it would be up to me to do it.”

“Milady, your schedule is rather packed as it is. We have a meeting with members of the clergy as well as possible contacts and reports to review before we set the next operation in motion.” Nynette interjected, eyeing Katherine coolly.

“Yes, Nynnette, I am quite aware of things I must do.” A tired sigh. “But if one maid is slacking, then the others may slack as well, and that, will lead to further negligence and problem in the ranks.”

“One maid needs not be disciplined by you, milady. I trained the first generation of maids, I can certainly do so with…this miscreant.”

“Come now, Nynnette, let me have some fun will you? Something that isn’t talking with those idiot clergy members or dealing with nobles who are looking for every chance to stab someone in the back.”

“Milady, I have no power over your ultimate decisions, just suggestions.”

“Maid Katherine. Tonight, you shall report here for remedial training. Understood? Finish up whatever your doing and this order supersedes all others, is that clear?”

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Airedale Keep, Meeting Room
@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise@Pyromania99@Guy0fV4lor

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Sorcha had already made her way back to the throne room by the time Luana had made it. The queen walked up to her throne, as simply elegant as it was for now as she’d proceed to sit upon it.

“Luana. Kneel.” Gone was the slightly jovial nature the queen typically wore, and now it was replaced with her full authority as a queen, a sight rarely shown to her knights. The few servants that were around quietly made their way to the edges of the room. “You stand before me, Sorcha Mulryan…Queen, Sorcha Mulryan. Of your own accord, seeking an audience. I have allowed you to stay here as a kindness for your help at Hjrelskins fall, but I am not a woman of infinite charity. If you intend to stay in Airedale, and are genuine with your endeavor to help me and my cause…then I have but a simple request.” She’d stand again, in front of her throne.

“Swear fealty to me as your Queen. Above any God you serve, above any other mortal, you will serve me above all else.” The queen’s sky blue eyes seemed to shine with a slight glow as she spoke. “Speak thusly: I, Luana seek to serve Queen Sorcha Mulryan, above any God, mortal, spirit or beast. Upon betrayal, my life, shall be forfeit and my name stuck from any history or writing may the Queen forgive me.”

Hrelskin Fall’s Village
Nighttime

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Bonus content

Night had fallen over the village, the calm, quiet chirping and sound of nighttime animals the only sound heard amidst the trees and the village. The fellsong of the Unseelie had been dealt with, leaving many of the villagers eager to celebrate. Many had gathered at a local tavern, eager to drink away and finally speak of their recent troubles without a care.

They, could not hear the sound of approaching hooves on the soft earthen road that led through their village…nor did they notice the thick mist, slowly rolling into the village. But soon…both the hoofsteps, and the fog, would pass. No one the wiser of its presence as it made their way into the forest.

“...so the humans got to it first.”

“It would…seem that way, sir.”

“Unfortunate. Queen Nicnevin will be displeased.” A heavy, armored step would meet the ground as it dismounted from its steed, black and gold armor glinting softly in the moonlight. “...rest well, child of the fey.”

“My lord, what shall we do now? Find the humans responsible?”

“...nay, they were merely protecting their lands.” A hand was placed on the carcass of the fallen tree. “...we must find who has been making these things. Thankfully, it seems…the humans left that part to us.”

Faster than eyes could see, a blade was drawn. Grass, severed at knee height. Long gashes carved into wood of trees.

“Weah!”

A cry of surprise, from behind.

“You could at least warn a fella before you go off and try you know, beheading them.” A young looking girl, one that the knights that had come here before would have met in the supposedly abandoned house.

“I must say, I am impressed you managed to hide among those humans for so long...traitor to the fairy court of the Ancient Wood. You will come quietly.”

“Sorry, I think I’ll pass on having the queen's lapdog drag me all the way to the wood to be lectured by some old, washed up hag that can’t even move any more.”

“...your insolence will provoke nothing. Soldier. Watch the village. There may be more lurking.” The skeletal knight would bow, before running off into the forest towards the village. “You will submit. And you will speak what you know, welp.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Then you leave me with no choice.”

That night, the villagers would spread rumors of the sound of some fairy burning down the old, abandoned house where the man and his daughter had disappeared from…

Harzelslack Castle

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“As you have, my lord, we dealt with a ferocious Wyvern with scales black as night. If not for the knights of Airedale and their queen we would have likely not been able to defeat such a beast.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Sir Lonan. You and your fairy steed performed admirably, I am certain.” Within the large castle that served as Harzelslack’s seat of power, a meeting had been called between the king and its highest ranking knights.

“Your too kind, your majesty.” Lonan replied. “But I am aware of my own faults and shortcomings. There is no way I could have slain that beast without their help.”

“Be that as it may, you and Grainne survived and I doubt those knights could have handled it without your help, either.” A frown. “...but this is troubling, regardless. I suppose its about time for them to show up if the prophecies are to be believed.”

“Very true, your highness…still. For something so ferocious, we’ll need to figure out how to handle it. There may be more.”

“Do not worry, I will not shy away from asking their assistance in this. If House Reinhardt has joined this queen Sorcha and Airedale, then that is their decision. It would be folly to not ask for their assistance. Still…something about this is bothering me.”

“Meaning what your highness?”

“Hmm…I’m sure its nothing, sir Lonan. Lady Morgan?”

“Yes, my lord? I have already sent my apprentice with a missive to meet with their court witch as well as request a diplomatic talk about the spoils from that dragon.”

“Ahead of my requests as always.” He chuckled. “But, there is one more thing I want to ask you.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Your son, have him investigate the Wyverns sources would you? I have a feeling there’s more to this.”

“...If it is your request, I can’t refuse.”

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Julene’s cabin
@Pyromania99

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“Awfully convenient.” Julene replied with a dismissive grunt. “But no, not particularly. The folks here are friendly enough but, well…” Julene paused for a moment, pouring some water into some mugs as she’d turn back to the cooking meat and some water into a pot that she would add a few vegetables too. “I don’t do well talking to them.” She shrugged. “Can’t say I blame ‘em. I’m not the friendliest sort.”

There wasn’t any malice in Julene’s voice, at least, so it didn’t seem like she thought less of the people and she was speaking more as a matter of fact it seemed.

“Right about that though, can’t change the past. Would be nice though, considering what those idiots in the previous era did to the world, hmph.” She’d grumble, throwing a few more bits of wood onto the fire.

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

The beast shrieked loudly, Luna’s ethereal chains breaking the instant Aleksiya’s spear of ice would rend its remaining flesh from its bone, ripping a hole straight through its shoulder. A horrid shriek followed as the beast brought its beak down, slamming into Giselle and knocking her clean across the clearing like a doll, but she had achieved her objective.

Down a wing and now limping slightly, the undead avian shrieked again as it attempted to flap its wings, failing to find any air as its lame one uselessly laid now at its side.

So it chose the only option it had left. It reared its head back a shrill cry as it inhaled…turned its beak towards Aleksiya and shrieked. Another stream of razor wind, more powerful this time ripped across the ground, shredding the ground and scraggly trees around it. It followed by frantically scrambling along the ground, what would have been a fearsome charge reduced to a pitiful looking, half crawl as it opened its maw and would attempt to slam its beak around the vampire.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The massive beast growled as blood obscured its vision. The vampries blade found its mark, slashing into the hide of the beast, turning aside one of its paws as he’d parry the blow. The second soon followed, the beasts momentum not allowing it to stop itself as the blade cut another long gash along its paw…but both were shallow, and barely any blood seeped from the wound. Its body twitched lightly in a mildly unnatural way.

Ultimately, the beast charged past Argus a few feet, giving the vampire a few brief moments to think about his next move as the creature would turn to face the vampire once more, snorting aggressively as it seemed unfazed by the injuries on its paws. But it remained docile only briefly as it would rear up on its hind legs once more.

Charlotte, the witch, seemed mostly entertained and was writing in her journal a mere few feet away from the fight.

I Reincarnated into the World of an Otome Game, But———?! (Now Accepting)

Mella

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

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"Fruits and seeds...I see." Simple enough request. She'll just take it out of Lord Reginald's dinner requests since this was his fault she was now saddled with quite a troublesome creature. As for actual care? Well, it'd probably be fine. She would buy a cage for it, she couldn't very well let it sit on her head all the time, especially when working. "Well, if you happen to have a cage - the most luxurious and expensive one you have on you I'm sure lord Reginald will be more than happy to pay top dollar for it. I can't very well work with this thing sitting on my head all day." Mella responded, flashing Reginald a look that clearly indicated that it was his fault.

"I suppose I will also have to add those to the shopping expenses when we finish our shopping. Which I very much would prefer to get back to then dallying about with an avian making a nest on my head."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@Raineh Daze@ERode@VitaVitaAR@HereComesTheSnow@PigeonOfAstora

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It wasn't hard to tell that the witch had stopped being interested in the fight the moment her eyes drifted to the barrier. She was almost ready to thank her, but before she could things got...complicated, to say the least. A bag of flour, of all things, came and completely obscured the terrain. Whoever did that really didn't understand that if they couldn't see outside, she couldn't very well see inside the dust cloud either!

She was about 90% sure she could still aim but what a moron!

Bag of flour aside, the witch had already turned targets. From the barrier to Steffen. She wasn't sure what the witch was upset about. The death of that axe wielding man from earlier? She was already knocking an arrow, prepared to put her down the instant she loosed any sort of spell towards Steffen...but more unexpected events.

How tiring.

But the barrier shortly fell. Before even Fanilly had called her name, Cecil was already moving. She knocked the arrow, quickly pivoting on her feet towards the necromancer's direction. Thankfully a fellow knight was already making his way quietly over there.

"Vier! The hostage!" Verdant colored wind danced at the tips of her fingers as she'd draw the bowstring, the arrow wrapped in wind and fury. She could use a Burst arrow - it would certainly put the necromancer to rest...but a high chance of hurting the hostage too. So there was one solution here she could do if she wanted to ensure this was finished quickly and nicely.

"Divine spirit of wind," She exhaled, her pivoting motion finishing as the bowstring was pulled fully back. "hear my plea," Wind enveloped the entire arrow now, a solid form appearing on the arrow. "Peirce the heavens and clouds with divine fury! - Wind Piercer!"

The arrow was loosed, a blade of verdant wind hurtling towards the necromancer.

The man from Barukstaed
@Crimson Paladin

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"Gahaha...I made...my decision." Alfrid responded to Flueri and Steffen with a strained breath. "Dying at the hands of the Roses...but if you'll hear me out, honorable friends." He held a hand to his quickly bleeding out wound. "There...is a witch. Uses lightning. Do not...drag her into this mess more than I have. She is here entirely...because of me." He sputtered, the strength in his body quickly leaving now as he'd rest against the stone wall. Before Flueri or Steffen could even affirm the request or not, the mans chest would slow in his breathing...until all that was left, was the sound of their own, and the echoes of combat and fighting from further in the tomb.