- Name: Yukimura Souji/"Sephily"
- Age: 19
- Gender: Female("what")
- Race: High Elf
- Appearance: Standing at an intimidating 139 CM.("Why do I have to be so short, too?!")
- Personality: Souji is a studious person, but not the type to completely neglect his own free time. A fan of fantasy games and related media, he'd make time for them whenever he could in order to keep himself from burning out. Even after the accident, it's unlikely that Sephily will ever cease to approach things with that mindset. With that being said, it doesn't change the fact that her serious outlook leads to an easily exasperated personality. Her patience quickly wears thin when faced with foolish behavior or aggravating situations. While she deals well with complex problems in studies or in free time, she dislikes having to deal with stupid people and will vocally voice her displeasure. Due to her studious nature, it shouldn't be any surprise she takes well to things involving magic, commonly playing mage characters in games she enjoyed in her past life. Perhaps quite ironically, Souji's taste in female characters tended towards petite, surly types, which certainly adds another layer to her new form. Entirely embarrassed by this situation, she is unlikely to directly introduce her previous identity, though she's rather poor at hiding her awkward feelings about her new body. Why did she have to end up a cute girl, and why did she have to end up so short?! Why did she have to end up her type?!
Regardless of her temperamental demeanor and awkwardness over her new body, Souji tends to try and do the right thing when presented with dangerous situations even if she might vocally complain about it. She has a habit of keeping new people at arm's length, and is likely to be embarrassed easily be close proximity to others for a variety of reasons. - History: Prior to the tragic incident that claimed his life, Yukimura Souji's life wasn't particularly eventful. A capable student often sought for assistance with homework, he had a small number of friends that largely shared his own personal interests, and was able to maintain his own hobbies while succeeding well in his class work. Perhaps this induced some jealousy in some of his classmates during Middle School and High School, but he didn't suffer much of the effects from such feelings. Having just recently entered university, he was convinced to visit the US for vacation and---
There was only one very unlucky casualty of the crash. - Cheat: Her staff, which will begin with fairly basic but useful capabilities as a magical catalyst. As her skills develop, so to will the capabilities of her staff, permitting an increase in mana output, a decrease in the cost of spells, and various other benefits.
- Skill Name: Star Mirror
- Skill Description: A living reflection of the world's stars. A special trait for a mage with an intrinsic connection to starlight, most common in high elves but overall very rare. Normally, learning star-based spells would require study of the cosmos, but Sephily has a natural affinity for the stars. The School of Astromancy is a variant of offensive magic drawing on celestial bodies, particularly the stars. It is known for highly destructive offensive spells, with even the basic level spells being fairly potent in combat.
- Other: Souji's favorite light novel is The Elf Mage Doesn't Approve, about a petite and tsundere elf mage and the protagonist's difficulties with her.
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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Killing Fujiwara-san is no issue. I've done it before. She'll simply return, unaffected by whatever might have afflicted her. It's not natural, it's unsettling, but it means that fixing her sudden surge in killing intent on touching the orb shouldn't be an issue at all.
My hand returns to Roukanken's hilt---
And the fire fades.
Whatever it was, she brushed it aside easily.
"Vengeful spirits?"
The idea that so many are contained in that orb is creepy, to say the least. Hakurouken wasn't able to dispel those strange phantoms from the village in the same way as it normally could, too. I'm feeling confident I could still destroy them with Roukanken, but so many trapped inside that sphere without any clear way of getting them out---
"It definitely shouldn't just be sitting around here."
---Not that I know what to do with it. Yuyuko-sama would probably suggest---
I don't know if Yuyuko-sama would have any useful suggestions here.
"At the very least, it should be sealed away even more than it already is."
@Raineh Daze@FujiwaraPhoenix
The Scarlet Devil
"Hmph, curses? As if a curse matters to me."
---It probably didn't, at least. Even weakened, a curse so subtle I didn't even notice it wasn't likely to be enough to affect me. That being said, it's still irritating that I was even struck with a minor curse in the first place.
I hope that idiot in the tunnel was close enough to get crushed even more, now. Or maybe that the cave-in sealed them away down there and they'll never escape. It's the next best thing to cutting them down myself, but if we find them---
"Tch. I'll kill the one behind this, for sure."
I'm not going to hold back. I'll make them regret it.
But we haven't found them yet, and I'm not about to expose myself to such a dismal and unpleasant location so quickly.
"Anyway, that miko should be able to handle a few curses," I reply with a wave of my hand, "Besides, I'm starting to get a bit of an appetite."
@FujiwaraPhoenix@Drifting Pollen@Rezod92
- Name: Lisette Faalvar
- Gender: Female
- Race: Breton/Nord
- Appearance: Exactly what quirk of ancestry lead to Lisette's very short stature is difficult to guess at, especially given her partially Nord family line. She stands far shorter then most of her peers, at under five feet in height, with dark hair styled with blunt bangs and a tight bun. Her blue eyes are rather sharp, but she still has a rather youthful appearance. Her slim figure is typically clad in blue when she isn't wearing armor.
- Personality: Fittingly given her capabilities, Lisette possesses a particularly fiery and aggressive demeanor. Despite her short height(or perhaps because of it) she tends to display a rather irritable attitude in most situations, being rather sarcastic or dismissive to her peers and tending to admonish them more harshly then necessary for perceived failings. Despite this rather acidic personality, Lisette still deeply holds certain beliefs in her very core. Chiefly, that those who are strong should protect those who are weak. That those with power should use that power to achieve good. Indeed, her aspiration is one that strives for justice, and punishing the wicked. That being said, her extremely stubborn nature can be both a blessing and a curse in this regard. She will never stop and will never compromise when it comes to the destruction of evil and the salvation of those in need, but by the same token her acidic and irritable nature is only exaggerated by her stubborn behavior. She can be difficult to deal with. With that being said, Lisette's admonishing comments are declarations of an individual's stupidity are at least partially influenced by a desire to prevent them from doing what she sees as foolish and thus a form of attempting to help them. Deep down, despite all appearances, she does care for others. Her pursuit of justice is entirely born from this care.
- Brief Backstory: An girl orphaned by a terrible incident involving daedra, her initial desire to join the Vigilants of Stendarr was spurred by a desire to prevent anyone else from suffering the same fate. This is almost certainly want prompted her dedication to her task, and it is this that carried her through her training. Lisette dedicated herself completely to destroying the wicked and protecting the innocent, and excelled in wielding a warhammer despite her small stature. Her early missions as a Vigilant were simple and required dealing with relatively low-level threats, but as she grew in capability she was able to undertake more complicated and dangerous tasks. Even an incident in which many of her fellow Vigilants perished or became corrupted ended by her hand, and she proceeded to pursue a number of other high-level threats including a bizarre case of vampiric infestation beneath a certain city.
- Equipment: An large, enchanted warhammer that releases a fiery blast on impact. By using her small size and its heavy head, Lisette can use particularly mobile and aggressive attacks. She also carries a steel sword as a sidearm with a weaker flame enchant that simply causes the edge to burn. Her armor is composed of shining, silver plate and dark purple cloth.
- Skills: As noted previously, Lisette's skills lie primarily in offensive combat. She is highly aggressive and mobile, using the weight of her hammer as an asset rather than a hindrance to almost hurl herself forward at her opponents. She also uses some destruction spells, entirely fire-based, and has minor capability for healing spells.
The weapon in my hands almost completely distracts me from the spell that was just cast over me. It's honestly one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. My instruction in blacksmithing never quite completed properly but I know enough to know what I'm looking at now is basically a treasure.
And I'm being trusted to use it?
Part of me wonders if this is a dream again.
But if it was, I probably wouldn't be having to face down undead. Then again, compared to assassins, they're not going to be as dangerous even if they're going to be a lot less pleasant to look at.
"... R-right."
Six undead, of some sort. That's actually not so bad. Compared to living assassins, for sure. And I'm better defended and better-equipped, now, too.
I volunteered so help, so... so---
I take a deep breath to help still my pounding heart, and step forward.
It's damp. And cooler then it is outside. I haven't exactly made a business of spelunking, but I know more or less what to expect from somewhere like this.
Normally it's not undead.
---!
Speaking of, there's one now!
The scent immediately hits me. I already got a bit of a whiff of it just stepping inside, but now the rotten, fetid odor of a moving corpse is striking me a lot harder. I hadn't even thought about that until now, I almost have to stop myself from gagging.
It's shambling, naked, with skin sloughing off to expose paled muscle tissue and bone, with some organs beneath. I think it was a man, but when it's this poorly-preserved it's not necessarily easy to tell. It's taller then me, too.
I inhale deeply through my mouth and step forward. It's unpleasant, it's grotesque, but it's not nearly as threatening as the living, breathing, assassins.
There's no mind in there. Not an intelligent one, anyway!
It's not as if I'm somehow perfect with a sword, but I'm not entirely without self-defense skills. I wouldn't have lasted very long in this situation without them.
I raise the sword, as it raises its arm and lurches forward, swinging it in an arc.
Rotten, soft flesh gives away easily. The bone is pretty brittle, too. The outcome when it comes to a sword of this high quality was clear long before I swung it.
The arm sails into the air first. Then, the blade reaches its neck.
Some kind of foul gunk comes from the moving corpse as I sever its arm and head, something I'd rather not think about.
---I don't think I'm mistaken. When it comes to undead, there's not much of a purpose in attacking anywhere but the most crippling spots. Decapitation is pretty disabling, right?
I step back to avoid the beheaded zombie as it falls forward.
One down.
And I'm being trusted to use it?
Part of me wonders if this is a dream again.
But if it was, I probably wouldn't be having to face down undead. Then again, compared to assassins, they're not going to be as dangerous even if they're going to be a lot less pleasant to look at.
"... R-right."
Six undead, of some sort. That's actually not so bad. Compared to living assassins, for sure. And I'm better defended and better-equipped, now, too.
I volunteered so help, so... so---
I take a deep breath to help still my pounding heart, and step forward.
It's damp. And cooler then it is outside. I haven't exactly made a business of spelunking, but I know more or less what to expect from somewhere like this.
Normally it's not undead.
---!
Speaking of, there's one now!
The scent immediately hits me. I already got a bit of a whiff of it just stepping inside, but now the rotten, fetid odor of a moving corpse is striking me a lot harder. I hadn't even thought about that until now, I almost have to stop myself from gagging.
It's shambling, naked, with skin sloughing off to expose paled muscle tissue and bone, with some organs beneath. I think it was a man, but when it's this poorly-preserved it's not necessarily easy to tell. It's taller then me, too.
I inhale deeply through my mouth and step forward. It's unpleasant, it's grotesque, but it's not nearly as threatening as the living, breathing, assassins.
There's no mind in there. Not an intelligent one, anyway!
It's not as if I'm somehow perfect with a sword, but I'm not entirely without self-defense skills. I wouldn't have lasted very long in this situation without them.
I raise the sword, as it raises its arm and lurches forward, swinging it in an arc.
Rotten, soft flesh gives away easily. The bone is pretty brittle, too. The outcome when it comes to a sword of this high quality was clear long before I swung it.
The arm sails into the air first. Then, the blade reaches its neck.
Some kind of foul gunk comes from the moving corpse as I sever its arm and head, something I'd rather not think about.
---I don't think I'm mistaken. When it comes to undead, there's not much of a purpose in attacking anywhere but the most crippling spots. Decapitation is pretty disabling, right?
I step back to avoid the beheaded zombie as it falls forward.
One down.
"You would be correct, child of man," the smirking fae lady replied as she steepled her fingers, "While interfering with my elder sister's affairs is amusing in and of itself, I would like her to suffer a little more than that."
A thoughtful expression crossed her face for a few moments, as she crossed her long, shapely, pale legs once again, bare foot swaying gently back and forth.
"Hmmm..."
The silence was once again complete, aside from the sound of the fae lady's musing, and of Aithne managing to cuddle up to the still-somewhat-dazed Enfys even more closely.
It would be easy to mistake the other fae for statues, at this point.
"I believe... ah, yes, that will do nicely," the fae lady nodded to herself, before leaning forward once again.
"My elder sister collects things, you see," she began, "Things of little true value, that she treasures as a symbol of her personal power."
The fae lady's smirk only managed to grow wider.
"Take one from her. It matters very little what it is, simply that you give it to me. How you do it is also unimportant. In fact, it's unlikely you would have to commit theft. For you see---"
The fae lady gave a flourish with her right hand.
"---My elder sister is quite fond of wagers. The higher the stakes, the better. Defeat her, obtain your duke's wits and my prize, and you will have accomplished your mission."
She paused for a moment, blue eyes drifting from the Knights to the aessyr currently in Sir Rolan's care.
"As for our little sisters, they will remain here for now, until a suitable tree is found for them."
@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn
A thoughtful expression crossed her face for a few moments, as she crossed her long, shapely, pale legs once again, bare foot swaying gently back and forth.
"Hmmm..."
The silence was once again complete, aside from the sound of the fae lady's musing, and of Aithne managing to cuddle up to the still-somewhat-dazed Enfys even more closely.
It would be easy to mistake the other fae for statues, at this point.
"I believe... ah, yes, that will do nicely," the fae lady nodded to herself, before leaning forward once again.
"My elder sister collects things, you see," she began, "Things of little true value, that she treasures as a symbol of her personal power."
The fae lady's smirk only managed to grow wider.
"Take one from her. It matters very little what it is, simply that you give it to me. How you do it is also unimportant. In fact, it's unlikely you would have to commit theft. For you see---"
The fae lady gave a flourish with her right hand.
"---My elder sister is quite fond of wagers. The higher the stakes, the better. Defeat her, obtain your duke's wits and my prize, and you will have accomplished your mission."
She paused for a moment, blue eyes drifting from the Knights to the aessyr currently in Sir Rolan's care.
"As for our little sisters, they will remain here for now, until a suitable tree is found for them."
@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn
Wasn't this supposed to be a simple trial---?!
Robin sprang back, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of her spada and drawing it, edge smoothly singing as it left its sheath.
---Her mind was far more clouded then it had been when she'd joined this party, but now wasn't the time for her to be distracted by that.
Why was Leviathan attacking? Why was she so enraged? Had they been told something incorrect, something wrong about how they were meant to go about the ritual?
Or had something been tampered with?
It didn't make any sense to her.
But no matter how many more doubts she had gained, she still wanted to be a hero. No matter how much her heart was pounding, that desire still lingered within it.
And if this was deliberate injustice, then didn't it make sense to strike back even harder?
How did she begin to strike back, though...?
Robin took a deep breath. She wasn't exactly trained in how to fight such large enemies, but inevitably facing such creatures was part of being a hero.
And now the fairies were saying something was wrong.
Also, there were fairies, which was a little much to try and wrap her head around, but at the same time that meant that the ritual had been done correctly and yet the Serpent of the Whorl was still enraged.
It didn't make any sense. What was going on?
Ah---
She just had to act, now!
Taking a deep breath, Robin sent a pulse of mana through her blade, sparks alighting along it as she took a firm step forward.
Her swordplay wasn't that of a hero It was that of... of...
Nevermind. She could still try to use it like she was a hero, couldn't she?
Her blade thrust skywards, erupting into a sudden bolt of light aimed towards Leviathan's eyes. It wasn't damaging, but hopefully it would at least stun her---!
Robin sprang back, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of her spada and drawing it, edge smoothly singing as it left its sheath.
---Her mind was far more clouded then it had been when she'd joined this party, but now wasn't the time for her to be distracted by that.
Why was Leviathan attacking? Why was she so enraged? Had they been told something incorrect, something wrong about how they were meant to go about the ritual?
Or had something been tampered with?
It didn't make any sense to her.
But no matter how many more doubts she had gained, she still wanted to be a hero. No matter how much her heart was pounding, that desire still lingered within it.
And if this was deliberate injustice, then didn't it make sense to strike back even harder?
How did she begin to strike back, though...?
Robin took a deep breath. She wasn't exactly trained in how to fight such large enemies, but inevitably facing such creatures was part of being a hero.
And now the fairies were saying something was wrong.
Also, there were fairies, which was a little much to try and wrap her head around, but at the same time that meant that the ritual had been done correctly and yet the Serpent of the Whorl was still enraged.
It didn't make any sense. What was going on?
Ah---
She just had to act, now!
Taking a deep breath, Robin sent a pulse of mana through her blade, sparks alighting along it as she took a firm step forward.
Her swordplay wasn't that of a hero It was that of... of...
Nevermind. She could still try to use it like she was a hero, couldn't she?
Her blade thrust skywards, erupting into a sudden bolt of light aimed towards Leviathan's eyes. It wasn't damaging, but hopefully it would at least stun her---!
At least the food is good. The price would be kind of much to me just a little while ago, but it's hard to too bothered by something like that after what I've experienced today. So instead, I'm just happy it tastes good and fills me up properly.
This really is something the mage's guild should be dealing with. But they haven't done so. And if they haven't, the least I can do with my newfound freedom and allegiance with one of the most ridiculous mages I've ever seen in my life is try and take care of it while I have the chance, so there's no more risk of anyone getting hurt. Or of more people's bodies being abused after death.
---Lannessa is happy I accepted, at least. I guess it makes sense that she would be.
Wait, but...
"Mostly... on my own?"
I look back towards the cavern. I'm not particularly well-equipped yet. I guess I can do some magic, and it'll probably work plenty well against undead just as well as it does lighting up firewood.
But at the same time---
I take a deep breath.
"Er, really, I... I guess."
I've made it this far, haven't I? The assassins were probably more dangerous than undead would be, so the necromancer themselves is the biggest, most real threat.
"R-right, how to approach this..."
This really is something the mage's guild should be dealing with. But they haven't done so. And if they haven't, the least I can do with my newfound freedom and allegiance with one of the most ridiculous mages I've ever seen in my life is try and take care of it while I have the chance, so there's no more risk of anyone getting hurt. Or of more people's bodies being abused after death.
---Lannessa is happy I accepted, at least. I guess it makes sense that she would be.
Wait, but...
"Mostly... on my own?"
I look back towards the cavern. I'm not particularly well-equipped yet. I guess I can do some magic, and it'll probably work plenty well against undead just as well as it does lighting up firewood.
But at the same time---
I take a deep breath.
"Er, really, I... I guess."
I've made it this far, haven't I? The assassins were probably more dangerous than undead would be, so the necromancer themselves is the biggest, most real threat.
"R-right, how to approach this..."
For a few moments, the fae lady's expression was unreadable as she regarded the knights.
Did she dislike the idea of interfering with her elder sister? Did she consider it an insult? Was she perhaps considering how to send them away, or worse, to punish them for what she perceived as insolence?
For those scant few moments, as an eerie stillness filled the natural, unnatural fae glade, the future was impossible to predict.
Whatever span of time the silence occupied, it felt like an eternity passed.
And then---
It was broken.
A light, musical-sounding laugh filled the air. It grew louder, as the fae lady bent forward, holding her stomach.
She was its source.
The refined, beautiful fae could not help it, now, bursting out into laughter as she leaned back, completely incapable of containing her amusement. It carried on for several moments, the lady's laughter reaching its peak before slowly falling.
She wiped a tear from her eye with one elegant finger.
"Ah, forgive me, children of men," she said, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak, "I could not help myself, your reaction was far too amusing."
Her neat, straight hair had become somewhat disheveled, and she took a moment to brush it back and tidy her appearance before she spoke again.
"You misunderstand me. I do not take offense to your desire to interfere with my elder sister's affairs. In fact---"
She leaned forward, a smirk crossing her beautiful face.
"---I am intrigued. She stole the wits of one of your nobility, you say? How unsurprising, she has utterly dreadful manners."
The fae lady crossed her legs, leaning back.
"I shall gladly assist in your mission. That elder of sister of mine deserves nothing less."
What had begun as a simple scouting mission had seemingly paid off. The fae lady's relationship with her older sister appeared to be rather difficult, which was only an asset when it came to securing her assistance. Given her treatment by the other present fae, it was quite likely she was powerful enough to help penetrate the Moonlit Queen's fae realm and seek audience with her.
@Eisenhorn@HereComesTheSnow
The strange tree that had formerly been their enemy stood towering over the clearing, the faint breeze lightly rustling its leaves, and the star-like blue flowers that adorned it. Despite its newborn nature, it looked all the world as if it had stood there for centuries.
Fanilly had found her eyes on it once more. It almost seemed luminscent, but the sense of danger had entirely vanished. This had to be by design by the construct's creator. Fae did dwell out in nature, so maybe it was the product of a desire to simply return what was taken, in a way? The serpent was made from the trees nearby, after all.
The Knight-Captain tore her gaze from the new landmark.
"Lord Arken, er... is this the right place?" she asked. While the presence of a construct of considerable might such as that certainly implied they had found the right location, there were other fae in this forest. Fanilly just wasn't sure.
"I'm certain, at least. I doubt there would be any others, not with that niyar's assistance," he responded. He was regarding the tree quietly as well. Even if Fanilly herself couldn't truly sense it, she was certain something like that had to be putting off magical energy even if it wasn't a threat any longer.
She turned towards the others. Sir Renar had a point, it wasn't as if they could just go forward without any plan at all.
"I suspect we'll have to rely on Lord Arken, Lady Gertrude, and Lady Fiadh's direction in hopes of locating another fae who might be able to assist," she commented, not having any other guess at a possible solution. Now that they'd found what was most likely the location of the Moonlit Queen's fae realm, it was for the best they regrouped before continuing their search, however.
Before that---
"Er... I would ask if you were alright, Lady Gertrude, but I think..."
Fanilly trailed off. She'd tackled Lady Gertrude without thinking very much, in an effort to try and get her out of danger as quickly as possible. She didn't really know how well a mage like her could handle defending herself without much warning, but helping her had seemed like the right thing to do.
"I think you've already answered that question."
The fact she was yelling at Sir Fionn like that meant she was probably fine.
@Psyker Landshark@Crimson Paladin@The Otter@Octo@Raineh Daze
Did she dislike the idea of interfering with her elder sister? Did she consider it an insult? Was she perhaps considering how to send them away, or worse, to punish them for what she perceived as insolence?
For those scant few moments, as an eerie stillness filled the natural, unnatural fae glade, the future was impossible to predict.
Whatever span of time the silence occupied, it felt like an eternity passed.
And then---
It was broken.
A light, musical-sounding laugh filled the air. It grew louder, as the fae lady bent forward, holding her stomach.
She was its source.
The refined, beautiful fae could not help it, now, bursting out into laughter as she leaned back, completely incapable of containing her amusement. It carried on for several moments, the lady's laughter reaching its peak before slowly falling.
She wiped a tear from her eye with one elegant finger.
"Ah, forgive me, children of men," she said, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak, "I could not help myself, your reaction was far too amusing."
Her neat, straight hair had become somewhat disheveled, and she took a moment to brush it back and tidy her appearance before she spoke again.
"You misunderstand me. I do not take offense to your desire to interfere with my elder sister's affairs. In fact---"
She leaned forward, a smirk crossing her beautiful face.
"---I am intrigued. She stole the wits of one of your nobility, you say? How unsurprising, she has utterly dreadful manners."
The fae lady crossed her legs, leaning back.
"I shall gladly assist in your mission. That elder of sister of mine deserves nothing less."
What had begun as a simple scouting mission had seemingly paid off. The fae lady's relationship with her older sister appeared to be rather difficult, which was only an asset when it came to securing her assistance. Given her treatment by the other present fae, it was quite likely she was powerful enough to help penetrate the Moonlit Queen's fae realm and seek audience with her.
@Eisenhorn@HereComesTheSnow
The strange tree that had formerly been their enemy stood towering over the clearing, the faint breeze lightly rustling its leaves, and the star-like blue flowers that adorned it. Despite its newborn nature, it looked all the world as if it had stood there for centuries.
Fanilly had found her eyes on it once more. It almost seemed luminscent, but the sense of danger had entirely vanished. This had to be by design by the construct's creator. Fae did dwell out in nature, so maybe it was the product of a desire to simply return what was taken, in a way? The serpent was made from the trees nearby, after all.
The Knight-Captain tore her gaze from the new landmark.
"Lord Arken, er... is this the right place?" she asked. While the presence of a construct of considerable might such as that certainly implied they had found the right location, there were other fae in this forest. Fanilly just wasn't sure.
"I'm certain, at least. I doubt there would be any others, not with that niyar's assistance," he responded. He was regarding the tree quietly as well. Even if Fanilly herself couldn't truly sense it, she was certain something like that had to be putting off magical energy even if it wasn't a threat any longer.
She turned towards the others. Sir Renar had a point, it wasn't as if they could just go forward without any plan at all.
"I suspect we'll have to rely on Lord Arken, Lady Gertrude, and Lady Fiadh's direction in hopes of locating another fae who might be able to assist," she commented, not having any other guess at a possible solution. Now that they'd found what was most likely the location of the Moonlit Queen's fae realm, it was for the best they regrouped before continuing their search, however.
Before that---
"Er... I would ask if you were alright, Lady Gertrude, but I think..."
Fanilly trailed off. She'd tackled Lady Gertrude without thinking very much, in an effort to try and get her out of danger as quickly as possible. She didn't really know how well a mage like her could handle defending herself without much warning, but helping her had seemed like the right thing to do.
"I think you've already answered that question."
The fact she was yelling at Sir Fionn like that meant she was probably fine.
@Psyker Landshark@Crimson Paladin@The Otter@Octo@Raineh Daze
It's difficult to have any kind of coherent response after I've managed to walk on water. It wasn't something I'd even considered as a possibility, even when it came to powerful magi. I figured they would just have some other method of crossing bodies of water. I think most of them do, in fact.
Walking on the surface of the water was just something I'd never even begun to consider. And yet, somehow, I did it. Against all odds.
Maybe this isn't necessarily a dream, but some kind of delusion. That would explain so much.
And yet, somehow, not enough.
I don't even question it when the heat suddenly dies down from her magic. That's a parlor trick compared to what I've already seen. It's pretty clear to me that logic has firmly been sent flying out the window and off into the distance, perhaps never to return. I can't help but wonder if it's having a good time, where ever it may have gone.
The inn is a little more normalcy, at least, though the nord woman who confronts us---
Aaah, a necromancer? I...
...
I have something I need to do. I know that much. And my brain is practically scrambled from everything that's been going on. From one surreal, impossible tragedy to a stream of surreal, impossible magic, everything feels a little distant.
"... I... I guess it's not as if a necromancer should be allowed to do whatever they please..."
Walking on the surface of the water was just something I'd never even begun to consider. And yet, somehow, I did it. Against all odds.
Maybe this isn't necessarily a dream, but some kind of delusion. That would explain so much.
And yet, somehow, not enough.
I don't even question it when the heat suddenly dies down from her magic. That's a parlor trick compared to what I've already seen. It's pretty clear to me that logic has firmly been sent flying out the window and off into the distance, perhaps never to return. I can't help but wonder if it's having a good time, where ever it may have gone.
The inn is a little more normalcy, at least, though the nord woman who confronts us---
Aaah, a necromancer? I...
...
I have something I need to do. I know that much. And my brain is practically scrambled from everything that's been going on. From one surreal, impossible tragedy to a stream of surreal, impossible magic, everything feels a little distant.
"... I... I guess it's not as if a necromancer should be allowed to do whatever they please..."
The forest was silent, as the Fae woman inclined her head to the side and quietly listened to the words of the Knights before her. Sir Caulder and Dame Yael hadn't quite expected Sir Gerard to take the lead in explaining things, but nevertheless they didn't stop him.
Perhaps they thought he was doing a good job, or perhaps they wanted to gauge the fae woman's reaction before trying to elaborate. Or perhaps it was both.
The only show of any sort of reaction before Sir Gerard and Sir Rolan finished speaking was the slight narrowing of her eyes at the mention of the 'Moonlit Queen'.
It was hard to tell way she allowed their words to hang in the air for quite some time once they were done with their explanation. Perhaps she was deep in through, or perhaps her silence was simply to make them worry. When it came to the fae, it was difficult to tell what their motives could be at times.
After a pause, her lips parted.
"The Moonlit Queen, you say?"
There was the slightest edge to her tone that hadn't been there before.
"Such a title is one favored by many of our kind, Children of Men," she began, "You worship the Lady in the Moon, but for us it is the moonlight itself that we adore. To be illuminated by moonlight, even when its pale face is not visible, is considered by many fae to be a symbol of status."
The resplendent woman leaned forward.
"In this forest, there is only a single fae of the Unseelie Court who has taken such a title. She is the only one who both desires it, and has the power to dissuade any others from trying to assert that they are so illuminated as well. She doesn't approve of those who try to take it for themselves, nor does she approve of many things that do not go her way."
Her sapphire gaze fixed firmly on Sir Gerard's gold, now.
Perhaps it was a prelude to what she was about to say. To gauge the way in which the knight who had taken the role of explaining their cause would react to the words she would speak next.
"This forest's Moonlit Queen is my elder sister, Children of Men."
@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn
Perhaps they thought he was doing a good job, or perhaps they wanted to gauge the fae woman's reaction before trying to elaborate. Or perhaps it was both.
The only show of any sort of reaction before Sir Gerard and Sir Rolan finished speaking was the slight narrowing of her eyes at the mention of the 'Moonlit Queen'.
It was hard to tell way she allowed their words to hang in the air for quite some time once they were done with their explanation. Perhaps she was deep in through, or perhaps her silence was simply to make them worry. When it came to the fae, it was difficult to tell what their motives could be at times.
After a pause, her lips parted.
"The Moonlit Queen, you say?"
There was the slightest edge to her tone that hadn't been there before.
"Such a title is one favored by many of our kind, Children of Men," she began, "You worship the Lady in the Moon, but for us it is the moonlight itself that we adore. To be illuminated by moonlight, even when its pale face is not visible, is considered by many fae to be a symbol of status."
The resplendent woman leaned forward.
"In this forest, there is only a single fae of the Unseelie Court who has taken such a title. She is the only one who both desires it, and has the power to dissuade any others from trying to assert that they are so illuminated as well. She doesn't approve of those who try to take it for themselves, nor does she approve of many things that do not go her way."
Her sapphire gaze fixed firmly on Sir Gerard's gold, now.
Perhaps it was a prelude to what she was about to say. To gauge the way in which the knight who had taken the role of explaining their cause would react to the words she would speak next.
"This forest's Moonlit Queen is my elder sister, Children of Men."
@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn
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