I'd need to see more about your concept, but I'm willing to hear you out. The RP's still open but you'd have to wait until the current arc concluded.
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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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"Only some bergamot tea. The rest is my own supplies."
Of course, Izayoi-dono is swift to clear up the situation herself, but I was told that should handily dispel any further suspicion. My purpose here is to operate as assistance, and it being doubted would hinder me in that duty.
---If my duty is to listen to the orders of one of the Edren men, then so be it. Hopefully he is the more competent of the two and is capable of using my skills correctly. If not, then I shall likely had to improvise further while also doing my best to comply with his orders.
I would rather not be forced into such a situation, so unfortunately my faith must be placed into an Edren man.
"Very well. Worry not, Izayoi-dono. I am fed as much as I require."
I should address her concerns, however. I am fed plenty in order to operate in my duty, and I have most certainly grown. Haven't I? I definitely have.
So there is no need to be worried about that.
Besides, my supplies are well-stocked with food that can be eaten swiftly and provides high nutritional value. There is no need to be worried, even if I lack---
Nevermind. I do not need to worry about that. Such things are hardly necessary.
For the moment, it is best for me to simply listen quietly and take stock of the situation. Izayoi-dono's explanation was able to introduce me to the scenario they now faced, but at the same time it's best for me to understand their potential approach. Were it my decision, I would most certainly volunteer to simply assassinate the offending Grovemaster, but as I understand it that does not appear to be an option.
And indeed, I suppose in most situations where such a figure must be removed, it is usually for the best to ensure their successors and any who were aligned with them would not later become a problem. Usually, when I was dispatched to assassinate one who could be considered nobility, it was at the behest of their successors or 'allies' who saw them as a corrupt or destabilizing influence.
The same could not be said of this scenario, unfortunately.
Of course, Izayoi-dono is swift to clear up the situation herself, but I was told that should handily dispel any further suspicion. My purpose here is to operate as assistance, and it being doubted would hinder me in that duty.
---If my duty is to listen to the orders of one of the Edren men, then so be it. Hopefully he is the more competent of the two and is capable of using my skills correctly. If not, then I shall likely had to improvise further while also doing my best to comply with his orders.
I would rather not be forced into such a situation, so unfortunately my faith must be placed into an Edren man.
"Very well. Worry not, Izayoi-dono. I am fed as much as I require."
I should address her concerns, however. I am fed plenty in order to operate in my duty, and I have most certainly grown. Haven't I? I definitely have.
So there is no need to be worried about that.
Besides, my supplies are well-stocked with food that can be eaten swiftly and provides high nutritional value. There is no need to be worried, even if I lack---
Nevermind. I do not need to worry about that. Such things are hardly necessary.
For the moment, it is best for me to simply listen quietly and take stock of the situation. Izayoi-dono's explanation was able to introduce me to the scenario they now faced, but at the same time it's best for me to understand their potential approach. Were it my decision, I would most certainly volunteer to simply assassinate the offending Grovemaster, but as I understand it that does not appear to be an option.
And indeed, I suppose in most situations where such a figure must be removed, it is usually for the best to ensure their successors and any who were aligned with them would not later become a problem. Usually, when I was dispatched to assassinate one who could be considered nobility, it was at the behest of their successors or 'allies' who saw them as a corrupt or destabilizing influence.
The same could not be said of this scenario, unfortunately.
I lower the sword.
The long gash it rent across the necromancer woman's front was more then enough to end this.
It's finished.
---Oh, she wants it back now.
"A-ah, right...!"
I reach out, offering the glinting blade back to Lanessa. She's right, it's about time we went back. It's hard to believe I just managed to take down a Necromancer and her undead by myself, but the proof is lying right there on the floor, and dripping off the edge of the loaned sword.
---Somehow, I have a hard time being as worried about potential bandits on the road after that.
The long gash it rent across the necromancer woman's front was more then enough to end this.
It's finished.
---Oh, she wants it back now.
"A-ah, right...!"
I reach out, offering the glinting blade back to Lanessa. She's right, it's about time we went back. It's hard to believe I just managed to take down a Necromancer and her undead by myself, but the proof is lying right there on the floor, and dripping off the edge of the loaned sword.
---Somehow, I have a hard time being as worried about potential bandits on the road after that.
I haven't left my homeland since the war with Edren.
But that changes little now. That fact is unimportant in the face of my duty.
Even if these surroundings are wholly unfamiliar to me, even if I have never before set foot in the lands of Drana Asnaeu, Rijin-sama's orders must be followed.
Even if it were a far more frivolous matter, the consideration I paid towards his orders would be the same.
Disloyalty will never enter my mind. Duty comes before all else. That is the simple fact that guides my whole existence.
And now, my mission can truly begin in earnest. It had taken some time to track the Kirins to their current location. Their trail was not exactly a clean one, but at the same time tracking targets was hardly something I lacked experience with. Even on a smaller scale, determining the best point to eliminate a guard in his patrol route was a matter of tracking as well. And some targets could flee considerable distances before finally being cut down.
Even if my goal was not the death of my targets in this circumstance, the principle of tracking them to their location remains the same.
---This feeling. A somewhat quicker beating of my heart, deep within my chest. Is it impatience to finally approach? Anticipation at finally beginning my mission in earnest? Anxiety at finally encountering the Kirins I have been pursuing for my objective?
No.
Or rather, it doesn't matter.
There is no need to remain hidden. There was hardly one in the first place, but it was more convenient for me to avoid revealing myself until it was an appropriate time to make my approach and greet the Kirins.
With their number assembled, there is no better time.
As I approach, I take stock of their number. As promised, among them are Ranbu-dono and Ciradyl-dono, but also---
Geh.
Edren men. Two Edren men.
This matter effects them as well, to be sure, and it is not as if they have no right to attempt to end the threat posed by the fading of the crystals, but---
Geh.
I will work alongside them, for that is my duty. But no more than that.
But first, I have orders. Reaching into the pouch on my hip, I produce the scroll before giving the Kirins a low bow.
"Asakura Chisato, of the Asakura clan."
I bring forth the scroll in my hands, offering it towards Ciradyl-dono.
"I am here on behalf of Rijin Hien-sama, to deliver this message to Ciradyl-dono and join in your cause."
Any further words are unnecessary. Ciradyl-dono will understand once she has read the scroll, and the others will know I am here as an ally.
---Mostly unnecessary. Most of my equipment does not require special care in these conditions, beyond its usual upkeep.
Most of it, at least.
"I apologize, but if I may borrow some storage, it would be well-appreciated."
Keeping my rations and the more explosive portions of my arsenal dry has been somewhat painful. Besides, if they do not offer assistance I will simply have to find storage myself.
It would be within their best interest for them to do so.
But that changes little now. That fact is unimportant in the face of my duty.
Even if these surroundings are wholly unfamiliar to me, even if I have never before set foot in the lands of Drana Asnaeu, Rijin-sama's orders must be followed.
Even if it were a far more frivolous matter, the consideration I paid towards his orders would be the same.
Disloyalty will never enter my mind. Duty comes before all else. That is the simple fact that guides my whole existence.
And now, my mission can truly begin in earnest. It had taken some time to track the Kirins to their current location. Their trail was not exactly a clean one, but at the same time tracking targets was hardly something I lacked experience with. Even on a smaller scale, determining the best point to eliminate a guard in his patrol route was a matter of tracking as well. And some targets could flee considerable distances before finally being cut down.
Even if my goal was not the death of my targets in this circumstance, the principle of tracking them to their location remains the same.
---This feeling. A somewhat quicker beating of my heart, deep within my chest. Is it impatience to finally approach? Anticipation at finally beginning my mission in earnest? Anxiety at finally encountering the Kirins I have been pursuing for my objective?
No.
Or rather, it doesn't matter.
There is no need to remain hidden. There was hardly one in the first place, but it was more convenient for me to avoid revealing myself until it was an appropriate time to make my approach and greet the Kirins.
With their number assembled, there is no better time.
As I approach, I take stock of their number. As promised, among them are Ranbu-dono and Ciradyl-dono, but also---
Geh.
Edren men. Two Edren men.
This matter effects them as well, to be sure, and it is not as if they have no right to attempt to end the threat posed by the fading of the crystals, but---
Geh.
I will work alongside them, for that is my duty. But no more than that.
But first, I have orders. Reaching into the pouch on my hip, I produce the scroll before giving the Kirins a low bow.
"Asakura Chisato, of the Asakura clan."
I bring forth the scroll in my hands, offering it towards Ciradyl-dono.
"I am here on behalf of Rijin Hien-sama, to deliver this message to Ciradyl-dono and join in your cause."
Any further words are unnecessary. Ciradyl-dono will understand once she has read the scroll, and the others will know I am here as an ally.
---Mostly unnecessary. Most of my equipment does not require special care in these conditions, beyond its usual upkeep.
Most of it, at least.
"I apologize, but if I may borrow some storage, it would be well-appreciated."
Keeping my rations and the more explosive portions of my arsenal dry has been somewhat painful. Besides, if they do not offer assistance I will simply have to find storage myself.
It would be within their best interest for them to do so.
Ruined Inn
Is Lena-san really complaining about the fact that I didn't directly praise her? We're in this situation, and that's the first thing that came to her mind?
"... Yes, yes," I find myself responding, flatly, "You did so well. Why don't you invade my personal space again? That would be a great reward, I'd be just thrilled."
---Not that what she did isn't impressive, but I can't say earnestly praising her is the first thing on my mind after she practically molested me just a little while ago. Not to mention the fact that, even if it was dried out and almost looked like a movie prop more than a real body, I did just witness a corpse getting smashed by a blunt instrument.
Excuse me for being a little distracted.
"Anyway, we should try and gather everything we can and leave as quickly as possible," I say as I approach one of the racks of dried, salted meat, "Enough to sustain us for a bit but not too heavy for us to keep moving. If this is a fantasy world, it's unlikely that everywhere is like this, but we still don't know how far we'll have to go to get somewhere more normal."
We'll need some bags, or something similar. Maybe Lena-san can make some, if she was able to make that crude mace so easily?
"Once we're outside, we need to keep moving until we find the exit. As for how we'll travel... Javal-san, you'll be in front. Lena-san, you'll bring up the rear. I'll be in the middle."
Javal-san has a weapon and a suit of armor. Lena-san is a doll, made of... porcelain? I can't be totally sure, but it's definitely not as vulnerable as flesh and bone is.
Out of the three of us, I'm clearly the most vulnerable, so there's no way I'm taking a more exposed position.
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Witch's House
The question of shapeshifting was met with a confused stare.
"No?" Ilsa replied, "... Well, if you wander down the Spiraling Path, who knows what will happen, but it's not exactly an easy school of magic to master."
The petite substitute witch approached the kitchen as she spoke.
"Relki is a familiar, so of course she can change her form. I'm guessing you weren't a student of magic, if you don't know that," she continued, as the raven familiar continued to pet Hikari's soft, fluffy hair and ears happily, "The maid is one of those eastern fox-folk, and that woman..."
She paused for a moment.
"I suppose she just learned how. Did you really not know anything about your companions? Did you go wandering around with complete strangers? No wonder you nearly died."
She sighed heavily.
"Don't worry too much about dear little Ilsa's attitude," commented Relki as she continued to stroke Hikari's hair, "She just turned thirteen last month, so she's at that age, you know?"
The substitute witch shot the raven woman a glare.
"And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?" she asked, pointedly. Relki simply smirked playfully, before completely putting the question aside and addressing Hikari.
"I suppose a maid isn't so suited for the rustic atmosphere, that's true," the raven woman commented. Ilsa didn't seem as if she wanted to bother waiting for a response.
"I'm not exactly going to complain if you want to cook your own food for some reason, but don't make a mess," she added as she entered the kitchen.
It was very neat, and tidy. The stone floor was kept clean, there was a basin with a drain for water, and various herbs hung near a window. There was a large table and a variety of different utensils for food preparation, such a spoons an a rolling pin, a cutting board, knives, and tongs. The various cabinets likely stored more tools and ingredients, and there was a sack of flour at the far end of the room.
A pair of fairies, one with pale blue hair and the other with pink hair, were seated on the edge of the basin.
"... What are you doing in here?" Ilsa questioned, her tone growing more irritated then it had already been.
"We wanted to watch!" declared the pink-haired fairy, brightly, the blue-haired fairy seeming to shift shyly rather then speak herself.
"You mean you were hoping to steal a snack."
To this, neither fairy replied.
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While she lacked a mouth, the Feinyar's expression seemed to brighten when Sir Fionn spoke to her, and at the very least she decided to give him a little more room, leaning back and clapping her ashen, wood-like clawed hands together.
Her only response, however, was to somewhat vividly gesture. Indeed, while she did likely have a name, it was difficult for her to convey it. She had also nodded enthusiastically at Dame Tyaethe's request, implying that she did indeed know nithyr and that her relationship with them was seen as a positive one in her eyes.
Fanilly inhaled deeply.
Some fae could be harmed by any weapon. But many could only be damaged by unworked iron, or magic. That meant that there was one more preparation they had to make before following the feinyar to their destination.
"Lady Gertrude? Lord Arken?"
As she spoke, the knight-captain drew her sword from its sheath.
"To fight the Midnight Hunt, our weapons will need to be enchanted," she said. It didn't need to be anything particularly powerful or impressive. Rather, it simply needed to be a basic enhancement to bequeath mundane weaponry with magical damage. One that would last long enough to be sufficient for the battle. Given how many weapons needed to be enchanted, it didn't make sense to try and do anything more complicated.
The only exceptions were the feather-blade that Sir Fionn had been donated, and Dame Tyaethe's sword. It was fairly obvious those didn't require any additional attention.
After that had been done---
It would be time.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed, following the feinyar.
But the air itself had changed. There was a chill in the air that hadn't been present just moments ago. A creeping coldness that crawled up her limbs, as if her skin had been bare to a chill breeze. It felt as if eyes were scrutinizing her from every direction, looking through her and down to her very core through armor and cloth and flesh.
Fanilly's heart was pounding. Tonight, they would be facing a threat that had never been conquered. Even those who survived the Midnight Hunt had never ended it.
---But that was what they had to do. For the sake of restoring the Duke's sanity, this was their mission.
She couldn't afford to have any hesitation. She couldn't afford even a moment of doubt.
She had to lead the Iron Rose Knights to victory, no matter what.
Fanilly sucked in another deep breath.
Their guide had come to a halt. They were in a clearing in the forest, a large hill on the opposite end that continued into the treeline. Here, the moonlight was sufficient to see somewhat more clearly. That would at least be helpful in fighting the Hunt.
The chill here was greater. The Feeling of being watched was stronger.
Without a doubt, this was their destination. While they weren't visible, the very sensation in the air told Fanilly that the Midnight Hunt was well aware of their presence.
Fanilly's fingers wrapped around the hilt of her blade. The enchantment had given it a warmth, a faint heat almost akin to the sensation of lightly holding a living thing in her hand.
The sword sang as she drew it.
The Knight-Captain glanced back towards her knights.
This was the final moment. She could feel it in the air. Against her skin.
They were at the very brink.
And then her vision was filled by it.
A wide, unearthly, toothless grin on a pale mask, at the end of along neck attached to a vaguely human body, squatting on all fours. The smiling face twitched, a lengthy limb reaching slowly towards her.
For the briefest moment, it felt as if her heart had stopped.
For the briefest moment, she froze, as the smiling thing reached towards her.
---Her grip tightened.
She slide one foot back, raising her blade and twisting her body in the same moment. The magically-enhanced edge of her blade found its purchase, plunging through the unseelie creature's neck and severing it from its body.
With a spurt of unnaturally bright, red blood, the creature toppled sideways, its mask rapidly transitioning between different emotions. Shock, horror, sadness, joy, anger, each one played upon its face over and over again even as its form began to droop and distort, its unmoving body laying otherwise motionless on the grass.
The Hunt had begun.
Now, the treeline was filled with movement. Shapes emerging from the darkness. Distorted, hound-like creatures, hairless and pale with human-like faces. Tall knights in bronze-colored armor with unnatural proportions astride skeletal deer, their helmets adorned with uncanny faces and lengthy spears gripped in their hands. Ghoulish, gangly apparitions that appeared to fade in and out of existence as they slipped through the shapes of their fellows. Hunched, cloaked figures gripping wickedly-curved daggers, unnatural bodies concealed beneath leather and fur. Dark red and grey imp-like figures with insectile wings, holding small bows or hunting knives and wearing nothing to hide their twisted bodies. Crawling, pallid, gaunt human-like figures. Grey-skinned men with wide grins and dark eyes, wielding swords and axes.
A pure white figure in a white dress, cloth hanging over her face and obscuring her features as she rode upon a white horse that appeared far too thin.
A figure with a bird-like white mask cloaked with feathers, long limbs curled against their body and the translucent form of a ghostly falcon perched upon their shoulder.
A faceless, leather-armored man with two manfaced dogs on chains, snarling and biting as their burning eyes fell upon the knights.
A figure in charred armor, cloak smoldering with embers, a length of rope in one hand and a beartrap gripped in the other.
But one figure stood above all, at the peak of the hill---
The thick, crimson plate armor adorned his frame spoke of his identity immediately.
The great, skeletal creature he road, some atrocious blend of horse and deer and lizard, belonged only to him. The cloak he wore more resembled branches, or veins, hanging from his back as opposed to any sort of fabric.
His face was a skull, a tall three-pointed gold crown perched atop it, his eyes two burning coals in their sockets.
Rozenalt.
He raised his blade, pointing its tip skywards.
Fanilly drew a deep breath---
Now was no time for fear, for hesitation, for anything less then decisiveness.
It was time that they would put an end to a grim legend.
"Iron Rose Knights!" she cried, "Tonight, the hunters shall become the hunted. We will put an end to Lord Rozenalt's Midnight Hunt!"
It had begun.
Her only response, however, was to somewhat vividly gesture. Indeed, while she did likely have a name, it was difficult for her to convey it. She had also nodded enthusiastically at Dame Tyaethe's request, implying that she did indeed know nithyr and that her relationship with them was seen as a positive one in her eyes.
Fanilly inhaled deeply.
Some fae could be harmed by any weapon. But many could only be damaged by unworked iron, or magic. That meant that there was one more preparation they had to make before following the feinyar to their destination.
"Lady Gertrude? Lord Arken?"
As she spoke, the knight-captain drew her sword from its sheath.
"To fight the Midnight Hunt, our weapons will need to be enchanted," she said. It didn't need to be anything particularly powerful or impressive. Rather, it simply needed to be a basic enhancement to bequeath mundane weaponry with magical damage. One that would last long enough to be sufficient for the battle. Given how many weapons needed to be enchanted, it didn't make sense to try and do anything more complicated.
The only exceptions were the feather-blade that Sir Fionn had been donated, and Dame Tyaethe's sword. It was fairly obvious those didn't require any additional attention.
After that had been done---
It would be time.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed, following the feinyar.
But the air itself had changed. There was a chill in the air that hadn't been present just moments ago. A creeping coldness that crawled up her limbs, as if her skin had been bare to a chill breeze. It felt as if eyes were scrutinizing her from every direction, looking through her and down to her very core through armor and cloth and flesh.
Fanilly's heart was pounding. Tonight, they would be facing a threat that had never been conquered. Even those who survived the Midnight Hunt had never ended it.
---But that was what they had to do. For the sake of restoring the Duke's sanity, this was their mission.
She couldn't afford to have any hesitation. She couldn't afford even a moment of doubt.
She had to lead the Iron Rose Knights to victory, no matter what.
Fanilly sucked in another deep breath.
Their guide had come to a halt. They were in a clearing in the forest, a large hill on the opposite end that continued into the treeline. Here, the moonlight was sufficient to see somewhat more clearly. That would at least be helpful in fighting the Hunt.
The chill here was greater. The Feeling of being watched was stronger.
Without a doubt, this was their destination. While they weren't visible, the very sensation in the air told Fanilly that the Midnight Hunt was well aware of their presence.
Fanilly's fingers wrapped around the hilt of her blade. The enchantment had given it a warmth, a faint heat almost akin to the sensation of lightly holding a living thing in her hand.
The sword sang as she drew it.
The Knight-Captain glanced back towards her knights.
This was the final moment. She could feel it in the air. Against her skin.
They were at the very brink.
And then her vision was filled by it.
A wide, unearthly, toothless grin on a pale mask, at the end of along neck attached to a vaguely human body, squatting on all fours. The smiling face twitched, a lengthy limb reaching slowly towards her.
For the briefest moment, it felt as if her heart had stopped.
For the briefest moment, she froze, as the smiling thing reached towards her.
---Her grip tightened.
She slide one foot back, raising her blade and twisting her body in the same moment. The magically-enhanced edge of her blade found its purchase, plunging through the unseelie creature's neck and severing it from its body.
With a spurt of unnaturally bright, red blood, the creature toppled sideways, its mask rapidly transitioning between different emotions. Shock, horror, sadness, joy, anger, each one played upon its face over and over again even as its form began to droop and distort, its unmoving body laying otherwise motionless on the grass.
The Hunt had begun.
Now, the treeline was filled with movement. Shapes emerging from the darkness. Distorted, hound-like creatures, hairless and pale with human-like faces. Tall knights in bronze-colored armor with unnatural proportions astride skeletal deer, their helmets adorned with uncanny faces and lengthy spears gripped in their hands. Ghoulish, gangly apparitions that appeared to fade in and out of existence as they slipped through the shapes of their fellows. Hunched, cloaked figures gripping wickedly-curved daggers, unnatural bodies concealed beneath leather and fur. Dark red and grey imp-like figures with insectile wings, holding small bows or hunting knives and wearing nothing to hide their twisted bodies. Crawling, pallid, gaunt human-like figures. Grey-skinned men with wide grins and dark eyes, wielding swords and axes.
A pure white figure in a white dress, cloth hanging over her face and obscuring her features as she rode upon a white horse that appeared far too thin.
A figure with a bird-like white mask cloaked with feathers, long limbs curled against their body and the translucent form of a ghostly falcon perched upon their shoulder.
A faceless, leather-armored man with two manfaced dogs on chains, snarling and biting as their burning eyes fell upon the knights.
A figure in charred armor, cloak smoldering with embers, a length of rope in one hand and a beartrap gripped in the other.
But one figure stood above all, at the peak of the hill---
The thick, crimson plate armor adorned his frame spoke of his identity immediately.
The great, skeletal creature he road, some atrocious blend of horse and deer and lizard, belonged only to him. The cloak he wore more resembled branches, or veins, hanging from his back as opposed to any sort of fabric.
His face was a skull, a tall three-pointed gold crown perched atop it, his eyes two burning coals in their sockets.
Rozenalt.
He raised his blade, pointing its tip skywards.
Fanilly drew a deep breath---
Now was no time for fear, for hesitation, for anything less then decisiveness.
It was time that they would put an end to a grim legend.
"Iron Rose Knights!" she cried, "Tonight, the hunters shall become the hunted. We will put an end to Lord Rozenalt's Midnight Hunt!"
It had begun.
Ruined Inn
---And it's done.
Lena-san had produced some kind of crude, but recognizable metal mace, with which Javal-san dispatched the undead. Just like I thought, smashing most of its body rather then trying to focus on anything vital was the right choice. It's not moving anymore.
The mace looks like it's made out of the same metal as the dead knight's armor, and I don't remember seeing any other weapon lying around nearby. So I have to assume she created it, somehow. Another part of her cheat?
---Then what can I do?
I have to put that thought aside for a moment. I'm glad the zombie was so dried out for a few reasons. I think I'd probably have thrown up if I saw that sort of violence done to a fresh corpse, or worse one that was decaying. With it all shriveled up like that, it barely looks real and there's barely any smell. It's kind of like looking at a movie prop rather then a real dead body.
If I keep telling myself that, I'm not going to get sick. At least, I hope not.
There's nothing else moving down in the basement, either. I'd be able to hear it, and I don' think the undead are known for their subtlety. At least not zombies.
"G-good work, Javal-san. It's... It's dead, for sure."
I take a deep breath. The air down here is dry, which is ultimately a good thing. Since the body dried out rather then decaying---
"If it's this dry down here, then the food is probably okay," I say as I approach the the nearest rack. I don't really have much experience with this sort of food, but it's not like dried and salted or smoked meats are completely foreign to the modern world I came from. The alcohol---
This new body is tiny. I don't think drinking alcohol to stay hydrated is the best idea.
@FujiwaraPhoenix@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist
Witch's House
For a few moments, Ilsa looked somewhat perplexed at the questions, before taking a deep breath.
"I suppose you really must have been lost, if you don't know," she began with a sigh, "To start with, that thing---"
She paused for a moment, as if considering exactly how to explain, folding her arms as she examined an unremarkable point on the ground.
"---It's resent. And malice," she continued, "It's nearly mindless and riddled with spiritual corruption. It's walking defilement. It's supposed to be sealed in the remains of that shrine, but unfortunately that's not the case anymore."
A particular sharpness entered her tone, but it didn't appear to be directed at anyone present. Whatever broke the seal on the corrupted and resentful spirit had clearly done so before the three otherworlders had appeared.
"It was born long, long ago, from nothing but hate, and so that's all it can express. It'll hunt down and devour anyone it comes across, so you're very lucky that Relki spotted you when she did."
If a raven could look smug, it certainly did.
That became far less surprising when Relki spoke, however.
"That's right! For once, grumpy little Ilsa is praising me~"
Indeed, the somewhat sultry female voice had come from the raven's beak.
"Why, you---!"
Before Ilsa could retaliate, the raven spread its wings. It was difficult to see what occurred next, a flurry of feathers and wind obscuring its form as it grew.
But when they dissipated, the raven had completely transformed.
She was now a young woman, considerably taller than Ilsa, with dark hair, fair skin, and grey eyes. She was possessed of well-balanced features and a rather mature figure, her grey shirt and black skirt complimenting her body's shape and drawing a sharp contrast between herself and the substitute Witch of the Forest.
"As for the fairies, they're actually pretty helpful to have around sometimes, aren't they, Ilsa? Plus, they're cute~!"
A scowl crossed Ilsa's features.
"Those kinds of low-level fae are drawn to areas of high magic, so of course they'd gather here," the young witch added, "Even if they're nearly as irritating as you are."
Her pointed words launched towards the raven-woman, but seemingly missed their mark.
"Can we keep the maid, by the way?" Relki asked, completely brushing them aside, "She's adorable~ I've never seen one of those eastern fox-folk before!"
Without asking, Relki had already leaned forward to pet Hikari's head.
"No," Ilsa replied, flatly.
"Oh, don't worry, you're cute too~!"
Ilsa sighed heavier then ever before.
"Ignore her. Now, if you're hungry, I suppose I can spare some food for now, but don't go over-indulging."
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