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Here we go.

I'll likely lose intersted if it's too sandboxy, so my vote also goes for some sort of plotline. Also, making a harpy, occupation unknown yet.
Jacqueline Leroux

Her plan had worked in its entirety for once; a prisoner was impaled instead of her, the blood mage was disabled but not dead. Jacqueline was even able to get a hit in on her with her weapon, and disrupt the salt circle as she charged through it. The blood mage was injured, dazed, and not dead. She was slowly dying, sure, but there was time enough to patch her up.

As the blood mage’s spell had been disrupted, the rest of the inmates were shaken out of their frenzy as well. They were confused, but willing to stand back, which was all that mattered.

Rottweiler was still going strong, though, and was at mutual gun-point with Breacher. “I take it your physical defenses aren’t that great,” she commented towards her worker.

When Rottweiler turned to her, she shrugged mildly. “So, you want some kind of deal or insurance? I can ask the boss.”

Jacqueline promptly did so, contacting Veronica via comms. “Hey, doctor, Rottweiler is asking for safety and better conditions for himself and the blood mage. Uh…Breacher’s head might be at stake, kind of. Oh, and we’ll need some medics for the blood mage if we want to keep her alive,” she reported.


Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), Rain (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

[Bronze Beam][Damage X] = - 72 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 192

Shortly after Jin’s arrival, a fully concealed being showed up, insulted them, and urged them to move on – given how everyone was riled up already, they followed eagerly. Still, Jinaath wouldn’t have been surprised if their passions had also resulted in a bar fight at that point. But it seemed they were united in purpose, for now.

The gathered defenders then made their move, including Jinaath. A few others from all across the ship joined them as well, though most of the populace ignored the problem or was even starting to run away. That was unsurprising.

Given the crowd that had gathered, the lone guards stood no chance. Of course, the bridge was protected behind sealed doorways and a heavy repeating blaster. The ship’s mob was easily reduced by the blaster fire, suffering quite a number of casualties just from that. The rest, who’d been quick enough, or far enough behind, remained, and scattered to the sides, where the fire wouldn’t reach them.

The raiders were already throwing grenades at them, nonlethal for now, but that was sure to change. Jinaath sneaked close to one of the walls, hiding behind a pillar as he focused his Force Sight in an attempt to find a keypad. It’d likely be close to one of the doors – if there was any at all. If there was, the scramble key from Tisok may come in handy. Unless the old Chiss hadn’t given him an unfunctional one, that was.

Before Jinaath could confirm the presence of an electronic lock, or even a panel concealing electronics connecting to the doors, he was interrupted by an object being thrown his way. He’d heard the shout, certainly, but hadn’t realized it was meant for him. He was not a human, for one, and for another, it was rowdy enough to ignore any and all shouting. As the projectiles closed in on him, however, he instinctively extended a hand, and channeled Force to slow them down until he could easily pick the things out of the air.

That was how he found himself in the possession of a bottle of alcohol with a rag in it – someone had been smart enough to think ahead and bring some molotovs, apparently – and a flint and steel. Cradling the newly gained items, it was simple to discern what the other person wanted him to do with it, even without him shouting at Jinaath as if he were some imbecile. Thoroughly confused and also offended at the stranger’s insults, Jin’s first thought was What the hell is he talking about?!

What he said instead was, “Have you never heard of the Miraluka?!” Then, he turned his full attention towards the E-web. His timing of lighting up the Molotov was precise, and so was his throw – unlike the Tusken’s, Jinaath’s attempt would hit the enemy manning the mounted weapon. This action exposed his position, though, and he had to flee and hide elsewhere.



Kiran departed from his former group, gaze raking over the remaining attendees. In the background, one Franz Steiner was called to perform with the maestro Ling-Ling Zamloch. Kiran found it incredibly pleasing, but didn’t focus solely to listening to it. He had a mission to tend to, and not much time remaining to make contact. Fortunately, his target was not too difficult to find. Approaching Shou Zheng, who was seated next to the Königsmähne heiress of all people, he prepared what he wished to say.

“Good evening,” he greeted them, nodding politely to them both, then promptly sat down next to them. “I apologize if I am bothering you during your meal, but I had meant to greet you, Zheng, all since I’ve realized you were also on board the Titania, though I did not get the opportunity to do so. You see, one of the things I was looking forward to doing during my studies in Bermuda was looking into cooperation with people of other Majors. I happen to believe that you would be the perfect candidate – if you are interested of course. I am working on making my mobile unit,” he patted the suit-case he was carrying, “viable for underwater exploration. I think you might have some valuable input in regards to that, and perhaps may be even willing to help me test it out?” Once he was finished with the explanation and request, Kiran flashed the other boy a hopeful smile.

With their conversation finished, Shou didn't attempt to bother Lucretia with any further idle chatter. Maybe in time the girl would be open for it, but for now he contented himself with finishing his meal in peace. That his ears were ringing from the rambunctious happenings on the dance floor was hardly a concern. He had experience and participated in worse during his sailing days after all.

It was even preferable to the more serious and refined performance that followed it. Ling-Ling was a name he knew, even if he didn't follow the music scene, and it made sense for the world's premier Academy to have the influence required to hire a man of such prominence. He raised an eyebrow as one of his peers was called out to duet with the man though. Truly Franz had the attention of many it seemed, and he supposed it made sense. He hadn't heard of another Mesmerist among the students, although it could be wholly possible they existed and were simply being a bit more clandestine about painting a target on their back.

Whatever musings he might have had on the matter were pushed aside as Kiran approached the table though. "Not to worry," he reassured the other student as he placed his chopsticks down and finished what was left in one of his glasses. He picked up another one and swirled its contents around as he listened. Kiran's work was somewhat familiar to Shou, if only due to its relation to Valeriya's.

"I'm not sure how applicable my knowledge might be to your constructions, but if you're in need of a safety diver for your tests I certainly don't mind," Shou replied with a polite smile of his own. While he knew of what adaptations had taken place to enable him to swim deep, Shou hadn't given any particular thought about how they might be replicated by a Technologist. "If you have any drafts or notes about these modifications, I'd be interested in taking a read."

After the mesmerizing performance, Franz handed full reign of the stage to Ling Ling as he rejoined the student body, thus also marking the end of Lucy's particular interest in the remaining violinists. Fortunately, the maestro's music would serve just as well as background entertainment for there was something else that grabbed her focus. Another young polymath was approaching the Chinese Egoist and for the first time since she arrived at this hall - excluding her deliberate approach to Franz - she could recognize the student even without prior introduction. "Hmmm? That's Kiran Agnarsson, the panzermensch engineer from Iceland." Mobile Unit, Panzermensch, these terms refer to the same concept anyway, just as with tank and panzer.

"I wonder what business does Mr. Agnarsson have with Mr. Zheng?" Lucy pondered silently, her green eyes shifted over to the two even as her lips remained silent. The silver-haired girl was all ears as the two older boys discussed Kiran's latest project, a mobile unit designed for exploration, including submerged operations. "Aaah... of course." She praised Kiran's resourcefulness to beeline for Shou's assistance as she did with Franz, these two were incredibly relevant to the next step of each Technologist's respective projects after all. In fact, this moment of thought enabled her to deduce that Shou's time would better be spent with Kiran, which in turn would make herself have more time with Franz, yes, that'd be the wiser move based on simple deductions of efficiency.

"I do agree as well, Mr. Zheng and Mr. Agnarsson," Lucy quipped in Latin at the two older students, "While I'd welcome having you to gather more data for Schwarzritter, I think you should prioritize working with Mr. Agnarsson's exploration mobile unit as its functions are more relevant to your expertise."

“Oh, yes, having you as a safety diver would be greatly appreciated. I do have notes, though they’re in my native tongue, so I’ll have to translate them before handing them over to you,” Kiran replied. “Well, thank you for the endorsement, Ms. Königsmähne,” he briefly turned to the other conversation partner, slightly befuddled at her agreement, but nonetheless polite as he spoke to her.

“You do have me curious, however - did the two of you intend to cooperate as well, then?” If that was the case, it seemed he was not the only one who was interested in drawing from the experience of differently Majored polymaths. But Lucretia also withdrew from what had likely been an offer on Zhou’s part - given her current proposal and the fact that he was aware that Zhou’s expertise would not pertain to her own project. So, she might have someone else in mind to work with, or perhaps she’d rather work on her own, after all. Either way, he was rather keen to find out.

As Lucretia suddenly chimed in, Shou raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. A few words danced on his tongue for a moment before he snorted instead. The attempt likely would have fallen flat on the German heir. "I suppose that's German efficiency for you," he remarked with a slightly overblown shake of his head, "but I shan't insist."

"Training more specifically," he explained to Kiran as he turned his attention back towards the older boy. "As with your request, there's not much I can offer her on the technical development of her Schwarzritter. Given the little incident with the chandelier earlier though, I figured she could use more practice with him and I offered myself as a training partner." That pretty much summed it up and he took a moment to drink from the glass in his hand before he continued. “I had a similar offer with Jeanne. … Possibly, the details weren’t exactly ironed out.” Given her specialization though, it probably involved a fair bit of fire and heat.

In Lucretia's mind, it was an elementary deduction that she was sure everyone here would agree with. Sure, if she had unlimited time and resources, she'd love to have both Shou and Franz to assist with her projects, but as things stood, there was no reason for Shou to pick her over Kiran, the Icelandic prodigy was working on an oceangoing panzermensch for Paracelsus' sake, they were a match made in heaven. In fact, she'd honestly feel uneasy if she knowingly hindered a fellow Occident Polymath's passion project. Of course, the bit about Kiran and Shou's slight befuddlement went way over her head.

"Indeed, Mr. Zheng intended to help me hone my own ability to control Schwarzritter as in his mind, it'd help prevent me being caught unprepared by sudden threats, such as the falling glass earlier. I can see where he's coming from, especially as an Egoist whose major focuses on the development of one's own body." The silver-haired girl elaborated, then directed her next statement at Kiran in particular, "However, as I've told Mr. Zheng before, my vision for Schwarzritter will entail that he can protect me even if I'm fast asleep." Perhaps Kiran would immediately get what she implied, perhaps not, nevertheless, the younger polymath would curl a confidently ambitious smirk, "Automaton, a self-thinking, self-learning machine, and I believe Herr Steiner's major will make this concept feasible to be realized." She concluded with a little silent huff.

Jeanne, that was a name she also knew, Jeanne du Bordeaux, ja? The French Technologist focusing on the design of blast furnaces, a device for rapidly converting potential energy into heat among other things, but her specialization had little to do with Lucy's passions so she had nothing to say about her, thus say nothing she would.

“Ahh, I see,” Kiran nodded alongside the explanation, satisfied at getting the answers so easily, and pleasantly engaged besides. “As I understand, you wished to train against Ms. Königsmähne’s Schwarzritter, correct? While my mobile unit is not militant in design, it can function in hand-to-hand combat, and I could easily add some weapons to it for the sake of such a competition.” He assumed the Egoist had wished to test himself against Schwarzritter, and while he was aware he likely wasn’t seen as an equivalent recompensation for Zheng’s ‘loss’ of Lucretia’s assistance, he nonetheless offered to do what he could. It was only proper that if one gained something, they were prepared to give another thing in recompense. Otherwise, he would be indebted to Zheng, which he did not wish to be.

Kiran could also understand why Zheng as an Egoist would recommend training of one’s own body. And for projects such as Valeriya’s and his own, he wasn’t even all that far off the mark. As the Russian had commented, soldiers using power-armour required sufficient training, and so did pilots of mobile units. Even Lucretia could have benefitted from heightened reaction speed - if it wasn’t for her self-stated mission that was. As a Technologist himself, something the likes of automation would be preferable to himself as well, of course. However, he believed that before that happened, it couldn’t hurt to be better physically conditioned. He made a mental note to perhaps do so himself, if he found the time for it. He had quite a few other priorities after all, but if was to work with Zheng, well, maybe physical activity would find a way into his life somehow or other anyhow.

“I appreciate the offer, but you needn’t go out of your way,” Shou reassured Kiran as he set the empty glass down. “If you had no intentions of militarizing your designs to begin with, I’d rather not impose such modifications. It can be somewhat of a slippery slope if people get the wrong idea about the purpose of your creation after all.” Perhaps it was a bit of an unfounded assumption on his part given how little he knew of Kiran, but Shou did not mind offering his assistance without an immediate return. The ocean’s depths were vast and nigh unfathomable for just one person to tackle, no matter how great of an Egoist they might be.

“I did not intend to do so, no, but then again, I’d like it to be as adaptable as possible. Adding or removing weaponry as necessary would not be too difficult. Nor am I too worried about people’s assumptions as to why I do what I do. Simply making a mobile unit such as my own is seen as too much in the minds of some,” Kiran told Shou. “But we can discuss the particulars at a later time. In any case, I would simply like to repay your kindly offered aid,” he revealed.

Turning his attention to Lucretia when she revealed her ambition, he nodded thoughtfully. “Automation is quite the admirable goal, I’m not surprised you are attempting it,” he admitted. “I do wonder if Mesmerology is advanced enough so as to enable that? Though, I suppose even if it isn’t at that stage yet, your collaboration with Steiner might change that,” he commented. Privately, he was divided between doubt that the newest and most unlikely of Majors could accomplish such a feat and the thrill of possibility that Lucretia’s goal, if attained, would bring. He would certainly have to reserve a portion of his time for gathering intel on the Königsmähne-Steiner business partnership. Perhaps the German polymath may even be willing to offer that information willingly. However, while he was intrigued by her project and its results, the opposite might not be true.

“I realize it is a delicate matter, but would you be prepared to exchange some basic findings of yours?” he asked this with the slightest hesitances, though as he continued speaking, his voice and offer were both firmer. “I would reciprocate, of course, if you decide to do so. However, I will also understand if you decline. I know that those of us working in the same or adjacent fields can be rather secretive and competitive, after all,” he concluded with a playful smile.

Lucretia's T-shaped drone wasn't exactly designed for exclusive military use either and that's the beauty of it, it's a versatile floating drone that can be customized to fit one's needs. It could be used for personal transport, item storage, general heavy-duty tools, and of course, weapons platform. As of right now, it didn't even have dedicated weapons because all students were required to hand over any tools of war to be kept for safekeeping, including Schwarzritter's arm-mounted assault turrets. However, she was content to just listen to Kiran and Shou's conversation at the moment, not feeling the need to interrupt them. She definitely didn't share Shou's slippery slope sentiment, why should one care about the opinion of uneducated plebeians?

As for Valeriya, ja, that's one of the few students here that she had prior knowledge about, the Engineer of War from the Holy Tsardom of Russia. Now she was a straightforward militaristic polymath with a specialization focused on the construction of tools of war. Definitely a prodigy worth keeping an eye on, her progress could prove crucial to the Occident.

Now that Kiran addressed her again, the white-haired girl felt it was prudent to reply, "Indeed, true automatons are only thought as a myth even now, but I aim to push the boundaries of progress, turning this myth into fact." Mesmerology would just be the thing she needed! A new major to realize an old 'mythical' concept, "Hmmm?" She perked up as the Icelandic Engineer-Polymath dropped into a more careful wording, one that's so obvious that even Lucy could pick it up, "Basic findings regarding...?" If it was about Mesmerology, then he was asking the wrong person as if she knew, she wouldn't need Franz's allegiance.

However, Kiran wasn't one of those aforementioned plebeians, he must be asking about her drone, "Of course, Mr. Agnarsson, gladly." It wasn't everyday that she could converse with individuals that could keep up with her, "Mutual cooperation in the name of technological progress isn't something to be avoided, ignorance and irrationality are." Lucy surmised confidently.

“Ha, right you are!” Kiran exclaimed with a bark of laughter. “I am relieved to know you are one of those unafraid to share knowledge. It is the path to advancement, as you say. I will be looking forward to our future discussions, then,” he concluded.

With a nod, Shou let the matter drop after that and the two Technologists have their brief exchange. As he drained the last of his glasses and looked out over the dance floor, he raised an eyebrow and stood somewhat abruptly for a better look. “And I to ours,” he remarked in conclusion with Kiran, “but for now, I’ve got another person to greet.” He excused himself with a polite nod to the two other students before he gathered up his dishes and left the table.
Would love to join, hope I'll have the time to.
Jacqueline Leroux

“Got it,” Jacqueline offered a rushed acknowledgment of gratitude to the boss. It was good to know that disturbing the circle – which was clearly present, now that she knew to look for it – could work as well.

When Rottweiler said his movie-protagonist classic of ‘over my dead body!’, Jacqueline snorted. “Cute, but I can arrange that,” she drawled. Then, they were close enough to clash, and there was no leave for bantering anymore. It was supremely annoying that her opponent knew about espers and was apparently trained what to look for; he could even guess that when it took more time, a melody would be more powerful. By that point, Jacqueline could only hope she’d still manage to apply the melody.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps Rottweiler had been conditioned to think that whatever she was about to do would be damaging, but either way, using his hand to parry her weapon was his undoing. The moment he touched the war pick, the touch-based dispel melody took hold, and removed his enhancement. Just in time to, as he hit her with that baton across her left flank. Another injury; a blunt ache to accompany the sharp sting of the gash on her thigh and the scratches on her forearm. Nothing too debilitating yet, thankfully.

Rottweiler noticed soon enough that his power-up was gone. Although he complained, he didn’t seem too worried about it. Probably because the second blood spell was already in effect, and the remaining inmates were raging their way through anyone they encountered. Since she was facing Rottweiler, and thinking about how to bring him down, she was too distracted to notice that the bespelled inmates had gained on them by now. Thus, when two bodies suddenly jumped on her, she was brought down easily. Admittedly, even if she’d been prepared for it, she wouldn’t have been able to withstand that kind of weight.

“Hraargh,” she shouted when she fell, pinned to the ground. It was difficult to breathe the way she and her enemies were positioned. Squirming, she dropped her weapon with a clang – it was too unwieldy to handle just then. Instead, she began using her elbows and knees as she fought off the rabid men. She blocked the one who went for her eyes, but the other latched onto her shoulder, which…well, her armour did block some of it.

She was starting to get really pissed off, and was considering doing some biting of her own, when Breacher came to her rescue, and yanked one of the men off of her back. “Good!” she replied. She channeled spite, fury, and the feral joy of not having to deal with two people on top of her, and punched the other inmate in the chin.

While he was briefly dazed, she glanced at the blood mage. Rottweiler was no longer in front of her, protecting her. Now, there was a free path between her and the mage. Jacqueline locked eyes with Lada, and the latter realized the exact same thing in that moment; that she was vulnerable. However, that did not man she was without a way to protect herself; the other woman began gathering the blood on the floor. This was then swiftly sent towards Jacqueline in the form of spikes.

Thinking quickly, Leroux grabbed the inmate she’d been combating, restraining him at arm’s length as best she could. More importantly, he was directly in front of her, and if all went to plan, a human body would be enough to intercept all those spikes. If she saw the spikes going through him with enough force to extend towards her as well, she was prepared to jump backwards. Meanwhile, she prepared another melody, one that just might knock out the blood mage.

Jacqeuline thought that if Lada was in the middle of one spell, it wasn’t likely that she could get another one off, after all. However, if the damaging beam she’d send at her didn’t work, she’d pick up her war pick, and rush towards her cell to take care of her in melee.



Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), Rain (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

[Bronze Beam][Damage X] = - 72 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 192
After thinking about it for a while, I've decided that I'm going to shelve this idea for now. I haven't actually roleplayed in a while and I feel like I need to warm up a bit first before continuing this project. I'll return to it once I'm ready.


That's a shame tbh, I was looking forward to this. It seemed like this was pretty much ready for playing, besides the magic system you wanted to fiddle with (which looked fine as is, but then again, I don't know what you had in mind). Nevertheless, if you don't feel like GMing or want to put this on a hold for a while, that's entirely up to you.
Caelum Harrington

The Shadow reacted to his question by shouting at them to leave it alone. Which Caelum wouldn’t mind doing, but these things were dangerous. Who knew what consequences leaving them on their own would have? Besides, the more people in their group got their Persona, the better off they’d all be.

Nick immediately tried to placate his shadows, taking a moment to glare at him. Caelum merely shrugged a shoulder, smiling wryly. It wasn’t his fault that this dream-world worked by killing everything in your path – or risking being killed otherwise. Spindle was the one who actually knew something about the place, and she’d been the one to suggest Shadows needed killing, though Nick hadn’t been there for it.

Instead, the other student continued arguing with his Shadow, getting more and more heated as the child-thing criticized and baited him. Caelum stepped back slightly, determinedly not paying attention to what they were saying, though he got the gist of it. Shitty parents, shitty friends, it looked like, though what exactly had had happened to Nick was spoken about vaguely enough that Caelum could only guess at it. Which he had no reason nor desire to, frankly. As it was, he simply waited, letting the conversation progress as it would without any input from him.

Inevitably, the verbal spat culminated in the monster-transformation of the Shadow. It was the most humanoid of any Caelum had seen so far, a giant human-esque creature with multiple limbs and faces for it. The familiarity of its form being so warped made it all the more horrifying, however. Caelum uttered a brief startled shout as it thrashed the room purely due to its size, then threatened to collapse the room as it swung its bludgeon upwards.

Then Nick came barreling out of the room straight towards him. Caelum was grabbed by the hand, and his body twisted awkwardly. Stumbling, he turned the rest of the way around, running as he’d been physically urged to do so. “Al-right, going,” he gasped, shaking Nick’s hand off. He didn’t appreciate being dragged alongside, nor did he want to fall over because of a person who was panicking just as much as he was, if not more.

As they ran outside, Caelum was momentarily relieved to see that backup had already arrived. The feeling of being rescued was short lived, though, because just then the house exploded behind them. Caelum glanced back wildly, seeing a chaotic blast of materials being sent all around, and crouched as quick as he could behind the remains of a nearby wall. Yet that was not all – the monster issued a booming roar, and in that same moment, pools of bloody tar appeared around them. There would be no escape.

As if that was not enough, the Shadow sent something flying, and it clearly exploded with magical force upon impact. Caelum desperately looked around for a weapon. There were plenty of items that could serve as projectiles, but he’d learned the lesson on that from Barney’s Shadow. If he wanted to contribute to bringing the monster down asap, he’d have to find a melee weapon.

There was a lot of debris, glass, pieces of broken furniture…and there! A short piece of rebar. Running to it, Caelum grabbed it in both hands, then crouched behind a knocked over couch. While the others hopefully distracted or engaged the Shadow upfront, he’d sneak to its flank, and stab it with the rebar when the opportunity to do so was there.
Jacqueline Leroux

When Rottweiler drew his pistol, Jacqueline’s whole body tensed, ready to try a last-minute save via a melody or an attempted dodge. However, the martial artist killed four of the prisoners. “Shit,” she hissed, already seeing where this’d go. The blood mage. Of course.

In the brief moment before all hell broke loose, Jacqueline had the presence of mind to send a brief notification through the comms. She’d heard others were dealing with hired espers, and though there was no way there were any other blood mages anywhere else in the building, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let the others – especially the boss – know. “Engaging a blood mage. Useful tips are welcome,” she messaged her allies.

Then, the mage in question worked her magic, and the death empowered the remaining prisoners. Though she was unaffected by it, she could tell what the spell did, and the furious inmates advanced towards them. “He’s the one who killed those four, or did you already forget that little detail already?!” she shouted at the bespelled prisoners, indicating Rottweiler. She didn’t let Lada’s protector leave her sphere of vision, however, and was soon facing him again.

“You, get out of my way,” she scoffed, aiming another swing of her weapon at him. She didn’t know if an Esper’s dispel could work against a blood mage’s spell, but she was ready to try it out. Thus, she worked a subtle melody, one that would either undo Rottweiler’s blood-enchantment or turn out to be a waste. She just needed to make sure she’d hit him. Since it’d take a while to cast though, Jacqueline had no problem trying to get some mundane hits with her weapon in beforehand.



Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), Rain (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

[Bronze Touch][Powerful][Dispel] = - 60 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 264
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