Thunder999999

Deal with Devils (An occult take on Magical Girls)

So how often does that quota need to be filled, just once or is it an ongoing thing? Oh and is there a particular reason not to just murder 100 normal people for their souls (sure it's a lot of people, but I bet the average human can't fight back nearly so well as other sorcerers and demons) or is it just that that would be boring?

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Hope you get better.

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Interested, I'm thinking of a Mage (or maybe one of the many variants/promotions) from Sageld, only recently finished his education, very curious and jumped at the chance to explore a new continent.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Vrelenor

Mosslit Cavern

Vrelenor swears quietly as he sees it, what fresh hell indeed.
He whispers "Why is everything here huge and predatory, how are we meant to fight that." He pauses, breathing in "I guess there's another exit because I don't think we'd have missed that, lets go tell Jesse the bad news."
With that he walks slowly back to the entrance.
Griffons are intelligent in some fantasy, occasionally even friendly, but after the bird Vrelenor doesn't even mention the thought, whatever brought them here was clearly playing some twisted joke.

@Expendable @Crimson Paladin

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Vrelenor

Terrifying Forest

Vrelenor clambers up the slope, he has to resort to using the butt of his staff as a makeshift alpenstock (not that he knows that's the word for it) a few times, but he makes it up.

At Jase's comment he briefly gives a confused look before replying a little irritably, it's not these guys' fault, but recent events had rather soured his cheerful mood, "I thought we agreed to search the cave, rather than futilely searching for a beast we can neither catch nor fight, it was your idea in fact."
He heads for the entrance, "Come on, there must be something here, if nothing else that water was probably drinkable." He walks slowly, carefully looking over the walls as he does. He's not really sure what they're expecting, but it beats thinking about the giant metal bird, getting killed by one flying metal disaster is enough for him.

@Crusader Lord @Expendable @Crimson Paladin

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Vrelenor

Terrifying Forest

Jase's argument makes sense to Vrelenor, he's not sure how useful spotting the bird when it leaves its nest would be, but given that he'd rather not meet the bird again, that's hardly a problem.
He's pretty sure he'd mentioned trying the flute before, but really doesn't want to argue with what seem to be the only two people he seems to be sharing this world with. Maybe this is some sort of post apocalyptic setting, it'd explain the lack of people.

He nods to Jase while he replies "That sounds like a reasonable idea, that cave was so weird, we definitely missed something, plus it had water that's not guarded by man eating metal birds. I'll help search, the darkness didn't seem to affect me as much."

He turns to head back the way they came, then stops and grabs Javal's polearm, holding it out to the man "Wouldn't want to leave without that."

@Crusader Lord @Expendable @Crimson Paladin

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Vrelenor

Terrifying Forest

Vrelenor was internally panicking a bit, the only living thing they'd seen since arriving here is apparently so completely beyond them that his magic did literally nothing (does ice magic just suck and his only advantage is useless or is it just that OP?), and the other guys only manged to mildly annoy it. So not fair. At least it didn't take him, and knight lady didn't seem to like him anyway.
And oh no, halberd guy has dropped his weapon and started climbing a cliff, does he want to get eaten, they need a better suggestion. It'd be nice to help knightlady, even if she wasn't particularly friendly, but they couldn't do anything to the bird when it was flying close enough to actually hit, so she's screwed.

"Don't throw your halberd away, there might be other, less invulnerable creatures, or you could use it to chop wood!" That's it, humour is an excellent and healthy response to adversity, don't acknowledge the trauma, mock it!

"Maybe if we go into the forest it'll lose us in the trees, the canopy looked pretty obscuring from the cliff when we tried to see into them, or at least they might be close enough together to slow it down. Better lost than eaten."

(oops forgot these, quick edit) @Crusader Lord @Expendable @Crimson Paladin

Rerun: Blackguards!

Viktor

Interesting, a pyromantically inscribed sigil to the old gods serving as both lock and concealment, an appropriated cult hideaway, or does this man's magic extend beyond violence? He dismounts and follows Ricon within.
Viktor smiles openly as they enter, it would seem despite the dramatics and outdated assessments, the madman has delivered after all. And quite the cache it is, all this wealth feels like home, at the sight of the throne he conceals a grimace, he should be sitting on one of those.
Still, he controls himself well, maintaining the smile and helping himself to the offered bribe, not the most subtle means of ingratiating oneself, yet who would turn it down, noting that there's every chance those other caches are just as intact.

"Oh very good, quite the lock you've got there, and a hoard to match." It might pay to seem impressed, show the bribe working, always smart to mix in a little flattery when dealing with the more dramatic and unstable demons, no doubt this man is the same.

He grabs himself a nice rapier, he's a competent fencer, though it's really more about appearing openly armed when they inevitably deal with the locals, better to keep the magic a surprise. A pity there's no fine clothes, then again with how outdated Ricon's information was, they'd likely be out of fashion anyway.
Next is the coins, gemstones and jewelery, nothing wtih clear engravings, that should have him covered for bribes. Finally he grabs a few handfuls of thin silver necklaces, not as good as powder, but in the circumstances, they'll work.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Viktor

That was a rather remarkable replication of his own tone from the screaming undead girl, it's fortunate his own magic makes little use of the spoken word, perhaps the creature cannot truly speak, merely copy, truly a strange limitation, when time is less of the essence he shall have to barter some information on obscure forms of undead from Izgath. His musings are interrupted by the swaggering newcomer.

The newcomer spins a good tale, in other circumstances even Viktor himself may not have questioned it, but there's no way she just happened to be far enough away not participate, Viktor is certain the Warden put them exactly where she intended, that creature is certainly powerful enough. Likely the reavers and patrol were both intended as either tests or opportunities. So, did the Warden give this woman some secret extra task or was she simply unwilling to join in, and more importantly why? Oh well, none of these people can be trusted, but then again, it's unlikely any of them could possibly outwit him.

You'd think betraying his congregation would have made the priest less pious, still he at least he voted for the correct option.

Viktor looks down upon the others (well other than the giantesses) from his horse and speaks loudly "It would seem our destination is set and we can't afford to linger, so lead on Ricon."

Rerun: Blackguards!

In retrospect, I wish I'd decided on playing a character. I miss engaging with your guys, doing dialogue, and stuff like that. Being a once-in-a-week narrator really isn't too much fun -_-

@Red Wizard

It's probably not too late, I'm sure you could think of a reason for them not to have done much yet.