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Done! Few notes: combined the background and reason for being at the academy fields, since it made sense to keep the flow. Exchanged History with Performance from his background proficiencies, as per background customization, because it really didn't make sense for him to be good at history in the modern sense. Lmk if that's a no-go.

A'ight, finishing up the CS rn, expect it in a few hours at most.
@Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo That being said, I will need a roll from both of you before I write the next post, though it's not Traverse the Wilderness. Roll me a 2d6 - Shadows Marked. Haruki, you can get a +1 to this roll thanks to Vertigo's help.

Got a 4, aka first fail this campaign. I'm scared and curious.
The idea was to help her try and find our way, assuming she needs to do Traverse the Wilderness roll - I mentioned that in my post above. Technically I'd need to help after she does it, but that makes little sense narratively, so assumed this would be fine.

Unsure on that other point, Stargaze rolled to clear a Shadow from Fellwing, so I assumed she did it? Or would that technically have been a Convince Someone roll to make Fellwing do her own Look to Another Clutch's Example roll? I'm fine with that too (hey, it gives me exp! Since Fellwing refuses to fail her own rolls and get exp from anywhere but others convincing her lmao).

Fell's (the person's) call.
So I hope I rolled the Help move correctly. It said + Friendship Gems, and I wasn't sure if that was in general or with the character in question? Since it can be used to hinder too, I assumed it'd be in general. If not, you can subtract that three and turn it into an 8!

Oh also I feel like Stargaze should get a friendship gem, since she was definitely creative with the lesson. Will edit that into the ooc bit.

Edit: I guess technically it says you should help/hinder after a clutchmate rolls, but assuming Stargaze would roll the navigating thing anyway, maybe it doesn't hurt I did it in advance to save time? Hrm.
𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Occupied once more with her memories, Fellwing was unaware of the internal turmoil of her friend - until the white drake spoke up, a sudden confidence in her voice. The Seer glanced back at her, surprised.

"Star...?" she quieted and listened, and though she didn't notice it herself, also stopped dead in her tracks. Did Stargaze feel like she was slowing her down? That wasn't... Fellwing hadn't meant to hurt her with such an implication; it was for Stargaze's sake - for the sake of all her friends - that she wanted to do her best in the first place, even if it meant doing it alone.

Accepted her when no one else would; now wasn't that a familiar tale?

Fellwing could remember what it had felt like, not being allowed to help; the glares thrown her way, when others learnt that the source of her visions was the Darkness they tried to fight. The feeling of powerlessness in the face of a friend's strife was, perhaps, one of the worst things she'd ever felt.

But had the Darkness gotten to her? That she wasn't so sure of. How would Skobeloff have known that?

It had gotten to Garrock, and Skobeloff didn't know that. No one did but her, and there was nothing she could do about it now. She would when she next saw him, though; she swore.

"I... yes, I'm sorry, Stargaze. You did grow up here, and I think-- I think I'm lost." Admitting it hurt. But seeing Stargaze in pain hurt more. "Let's find our way. Together. I will tell you what I remember of the way, and I will trust in your guidance to take us there."

𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝔹𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕩

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With no fighting prowess of her own, Emma was accustomed to watching her fellow cleaners from the sidelines. She knew how they fought, could recite their movements like the steps of a macabre dance. Her entrance to today's battle had been sudden in both method and timing, but with the immediate threat to her life now taken care of, she could resume her usual duty; watching over the battlefield and those that danced upon it.

"Watch out!" she called out as a straggler flung itself at Cam - only to realize, much to her relief, that the creature posed no threat to her. Instead, then, she redirected her attention to Yasu and Niid, both still engaged with the leader of the troupe. They were nearing the final act, the moment when everyone gathered to join hands and bow.

She didn't want to miss it.

The shadows stirred even before Emma heard Yasu's call. The canine left behind, the snake-like elephant now covered in guts, the shadows cast by each and every performer that still stood - and even those that did not; after all, even the dead cast shadows. They converged, flowed together like rivers into a lake, forming a wave that crashed across the stage towards the ringleader. The black mass pulsated, shifted, almost took form, but then not. They could be anything in the world, but before Emma's imagination settled on a visage, they were but potential.

The cleaner's gaze fell upon the ringleader once more, eyes trailing his face. He should have been scarier. Lions were supposed to be scary.

A lion, then. The shadows leapt from the floor, taking the shape of a hundred-headed feline, each head splitting into three, then to three more, until they were longer than its body proper. Each one roared, tearing through the air, so eager to devour that some ate each other; and where a head was bitten off, three more sprouted in its place.

Emma lowered her parasol for a proper view and wondered; when the ringleader's head was bitten off, would a new one spawn in its place, or would it simply die?
𝔏𝔢𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔲ð𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫

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Come morning, Leifur found no trace of last night's battle. Not on the castle's corridors, tainted red just hours prior, nor in the atmosphere that permeated the premises. In the early morning rush to mobilize what remained of the four teams, he supposed no one had time to waste on mourning. A moment of silence was a luxury none could afford, and it'd do nothing to bring back the dead besides.

The efficiency was commendable.

As their group was ushered outside to be given mounts, Leifur noticed their numbers had dwindled. Culled either by Valheimian bullets the night prior, or by fear, mistrust or the stubborn need to work alone thereafter. Of those, Leifur could relate to latter; he, too, would have preferred to ride north alone. Thankfully, he was a few decades too old for childish dreams of grandeur, and knew it took more than a single man of any caliber to face the wrath of an empire.

Speaking of, they never did receive more information regarding the motive behind the attack - so if they wanted to find out the extent of Valheim's involvement, they had little choice but to press onwards.

On... the backs of silver chocobos. Leifur's brow furrowed at the sight of the animals, majestic as their feathers were in the morning light. So much for flying under the radar. With mounts marked to belong to Leonhart's own, they had no chance of approaching any town without rousing suspicion. They'd be easy targets for Valheim. Stylish targets, he admitted, but targets nonetheless.

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At least the chocobos are well trained, Leifur conceded as they reached the Stormseas. The scenery was beautiful, soothing, and as their Moogle companion reminded them, potentially dangerous. That didn't stop some of their group from making conversation to fill the lull, though.

Leifur didn't mean to eavesdrop, but neither did he attempt to cover his ears as Arton and Izayoi discussed the latter's past. The viera kept his eyes on the road, body swaying with the chocobo's trot. Her tale was tragic - if not uncommon. Those who sowed death were cursed to face it again and again, in one form or another.

The last bit of their conversation was reduced to a whisper, and Leifur couldn't help but wonder if his ears, standing tall above all their heads, had something to do with it. He found the thought amusing, if nothing else. No doubt the young man had a tragic tale of his own to tell - as did most of the others, he'd wager. Well, mayhaps not the healer; she seemed all too kind to have been touched by tragedy.

The viera would not have offered his condolences even if Izayoi hadn't explicitly discouraged against it. Words were meaningless; they couldn't bring back the dead, nor bring relief to the living. Besides, it seemed quite clear that Izayoi wasn't trying to alleviate the pain of her loss - she was trying to pay it back, tenfold.

In that, Leifur could assist her, for as long as they shared an enemy.

"I presume we take a stop at Midgar?" he asked from whomever, almost as if he hadn't heard the earlier conversation at all. "Would be wise to go over our strategy before we cross the border. I'm curious as to what to expect, as well; I've yet to set foot to Osprey after its occupation. Should we be worried we'll be shot on sight?"
Dope. I more or less got an opening post on the works. Don't wanna start without a full team.

I don't mind you starting without me if you wanna. Lets you keep the flow, and there's still a few people who can post before me anyway.

With that said, I should definitely be able to finish this weekend. Kind of a packed day tomorrow, but Sunday's more free at least.
How your Cs looking thus far? need any advice for character creation?

Chipping away at it among other stuff, should be able to finish tomorrow latest!
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