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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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The world has never ceased to change.

Once, the human population was small. But now, humanity exists in every corner of the world, building vast cities to house their numbers.

In such places, incredible things are accomplished and created.

In such places, darkness festers in low places. People feel pain and anger. Resent and hatred. These bubbling feelings boil over and spill into lonely and isolated places, sinking into a mire of spiritual corruption.

Kegare. The black-red ichor of death and trauma that lingers in sites of devastating accidents and traumatic deaths, of deep wounds that can't easily heal. These spiritual corruption lingers and feeds on the negative emotions of human beings, forming physical bodies with which to sew further pain.

Grudges.

Grudges are these physical beings, these manifestations of spiritual corruption fueled by the negative emotions of humanity. The hatred of an overbearing boss. Jealousy towards the praise earned by a top-rank student. These feelings for the nourishment of Grudges, who in turn sew further pain by attacking humanity. Weak Grudges may simply cause illness or influence others to become hostile or depressed. But once they become strong enough, they are able to attack and kill human beings and feed on them directly.

Grudges have always been the price of humanity's existence. But in this world of mass population and enormous cities, that price has increased dramatically.

For all the amazing things that can be accomplished in the modern world, that can't prevent the manifestation of Grudges.

And yet---

Spirits. Demons. Youkai. Gods.

These beings have existed alongside humanity. Sometimes worshipped and respected, other times reviled and hated. But their nature as beings outside of human existence allows them a unique capacity to destroy Grudges.

And by forging contracts with these beings, humans can gain this capacity as well.

Once, those who formed these Shadow Contracts with the Unseen were a special class of warrior or mystic. In Japan, there were a number of families who formed contracts spanning their entire bloodline for this sole purpose. But in this modern day, more Contract Holders are needed than ever.

It is for this reason that the families permitted the creation of the Shadow Contract Academies, technical schools for the expansion of contract holder numbers and their education. While they still hold a stuff grip on the progression of this side of the unseen world, they have permitted new blood to enter it all the same.

These Contract Holders must face the world of night and destroy the Grudges that would devour human lives.

But, perhaps---

This world isn't so simple.

And Grudges may not be the only enemy.




The Tokyo Shadow Academy is one of the two primary schools focused on the education and development of Contract Holders. Operating in secrecy, hidden from most of the mundane world, these schools are responsible for the next generation of defense against Grudges. Primarily they focus on education about the context and nature of Shadow Contracts, as well as live-fire training exercises where students are sent to destroy Grudges with the supervision of school faculty.

It's the only way to truly prepare for the future, after all.

Students are sent from both the Founding Families of Shadow Contractor Techniques as well as discovered by routinely maintaining observation of the rest of society for anyone who may have formed a contract through other means, or unintentionally formed one. It is not only for the purpose of protecting society as a Contractor, but also for their own sake due to the dangers of holding a contract and the abilities it grants without understanding it.

Its elder sibling, the Kyoto Shadow Academy, operates in much the same manner.




Shadow Contracts: Contracts held between a human being and a supernatural entity, being a spirit, youkai, demon, or god. These contracts grant the contractor an ability of some form, which can manifest in a variety of ways. Some Contract Abilities may be broad and flexible, while others may seem like they are narrow and function in a rigid and structured way. All of these abilities surpass the material world and allow for the permanent destruction of manifested Grudges. The use of Contract Abilities requires a steady supply of spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy a human being possesses, the more freely they can use a Contract Ability. Spiritual Energy levels are determined by a variety of factors, one of them being bloodline. It goes without saying that the founding families possess high levels of spiritual energy. Contracts can be made on an individual basis, but in the case of the founders their entire bloodlines are under contract to powerful supernatural entities. A contract is a two-way street, the human side gains an ability but in exchange they must provide some form of payment in the form of the Contract's Cost. Cost can be anything from a one-time payment to something that must be done every time a contractor uses their abilities. It can be performing an action such as singing or prayer, offering an item or even a piece of oneself, or even pledging years of one's life. Typically, the stronger a contract ability the steeper the Cost, and one-time payments will inevitably be a harsher Cost then those that are paid daily or on ability use. Techniques utilizing Contract Abilities are known as Shadow Techniques, the most developed of which are held by the founding families due to their long history.

Grudges: Masses of spiritual corruption known as kegare that have festered in places rich in negative emotions. By feeding on this negative energy, Grudges are capable of developing a physical form. Weak Grudges can merely influence emotions or cause illness, but once they have become more powerful they can directly affect the physical world and cause harm or even kill human beings. Most Grudges are monstrous in appearance and beast-like in intelligence, but some particularly powerful Grudges can develop human-like intellect and even take on more human-like forms. Grudges are difficult to permanently harm with conventional weaponry, but attacks made using spiritual power are capable of destroying them. Grudges posses their own spiritual energy, and thus operate under similar rules to contracted humans in that regard. If exhausted of spiritual energy, a Grudge will be unable to continue using their abilities. Grudges are ranked from E to S, with E-rank Grudges being low level threats any contractor can deal with an S-rank Grudges being a high grade threat that only the most capable of Contractors may face.




Hey, this RP is mostly just born from a desire for some urban fantasy action! Players are going to be students, primarily first and second years(ranging from 15-17). The RP intro will depend a bit on if we have any new blood just learning about the hidden side of the world now, so a mix of newcomers and people who were born into this would be nice.

I'm aiming for no more than 8 players, and I'm expecting at least one post a week.

Also, @PKMNB0Y will be my co-gm!




  • Name:
  • Age: (15-17)
  • Gender:
  • Appearance:
  • Personality:
  • Backstory:
  • Skills:
  • Spiritual Energy Grade: (From E to S, E being low and S being a special rank for high level Spiritual Energy. Naturally I'm expecting most characters to fall between these two ranks, and I'm not likely to accept an S-rank without a good reason.)
    • Contracted Being: (As this takes place in Japan, largely Japanese mythology and folklore entities are to be expected. You may also use human ghosts and others being as contracts!)
    • Contract Rank: (A vague grading of contract ability power from E to S. This rank is determined by contracted being, contract ability, and the use and capability of the contractor in use of that ability. Contracts abilities can rank up based on increased performance. Most should fall into the C-B category, though a very well-justified A-rank may be permitted. S-rank contracts are not acceptable.)
    • Contract Abilities: (What does your contract let you do? It can be a broad ability with multiple applications or a narrow one with specific uses, or anything in-between. It should have some thematic connection to the contracted being)
    • Cost: (What does your character pay to uphold their side of the contract? It can be something they pay at regular intervals, something they pay on ability use, or something they paid once when they contracted. Typically, higher rank contracts have higher costs, and single payments are always higher then payments on ability use or on regular intervals.)
The world has never ceased to change.

Once, the human population was small. But now, humanity exists in every corner of the world, building vast cities to house their numbers.

In such places, incredible things are accomplished and created.

In such places, darkness festers in low places. People feel pain and anger. Resent and hatred. These bubbling feelings boil over and spill into lonely and isolated places, sinking into a mire of spiritual corruption.

Kegare. The black-red ichor of death and trauma that lingers in sites of devastating accidents and traumatic deaths, of deep wounds that can't easily heal. These spiritual corruption lingers and feeds on the negative emotions of human beings, forming physical bodies with which to sew further pain.

Grudges.

Grudges are these physical beings, these manifestations of spiritual corruption fueled by the negative emotions of humanity. The hatred of an overbearing boss. Jealousy towards the praise earned by a top-rank student. These feelings for the nourishment of Grudges, who in turn sew further pain by attacking humanity. Weak Grudges may simply cause illness or influence others to become hostile or depressed. But once they become strong enough, they are able to attack and kill human beings and feed on them directly.

Grudges have always been the price of humanity's existence. But in this world of mass population and enormous cities, that price has increased dramatically.

For all the amazing things that can be accomplished in the modern world, that can't prevent the manifestation of Grudges.

And yet---

Spirits. Demons. Youkai. Gods.

These beings have existed alongside humanity. Sometimes worshipped and respected, other times reviled and hated. But their nature as beings outside of human existence allows them a unique capacity to destroy Grudges.

And by forging contracts with these beings, humans can gain this capacity as well.

Once, those who formed these Shadow Contracts with the Unseen were a special class of warrior or mystic. In Japan, there were a number of families who formed contracts spanning their entire bloodline for this sole purpose. But in this modern day, more Contract Holders are needed than ever.

It is for this reason that the families permitted the creation of the Shadow Contract Academies, technical schools for the expansion of contract holder numbers and their education. While they still hold a stuff grip on the progression of this side of the unseen world, they have permitted new blood to enter it all the same.

These Contract Holders must face the world of night and destroy the Grudges that would devour human lives.

But, perhaps---

This world isn't so simple.

And Grudges may not be the only enemy.




The Tokyo Shadow Academy is one of the two primary schools focused on the education and development of Contract Holders. Operating in secrecy, hidden from most of the mundane world, these schools are responsible for the next generation of defense against Grudges. Primarily they focus on education about the context and nature of Shadow Contracts, as well as live-fire training exercises where students are sent to destroy Grudges with the supervision of school faculty.

It's the only way to truly prepare for the future, after all.

Students are sent from both the Founding Families of Shadow Contractor Techniques as well as discovered by routinely maintaining observation of the rest of society for anyone who may have formed a contract through other means, or unintentionally formed one. It is not only for the purpose of protecting society as a Contractor, but also for their own sake due to the dangers of holding a contract and the abilities it grants without understanding it.

Its elder sibling, the Kyoto Shadow Academy, operates in much the same manner.




Shadow Contracts: Contracts held between a human being and a supernatural entity, being a spirit, youkai, demon, or god. These contracts grant the contractor an ability of some form, which can manifest in a variety of ways. Some Contract Abilities may be broad and flexible, while others may seem like they are narrow and function in a rigid and structured way. All of these abilities surpass the material world and allow for the permanent destruction of manifested Grudges. The use of Contract Abilities requires a steady supply of spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy a human being possesses, the more freely they can use a Contract Ability. Spiritual Energy levels are determined by a variety of factors, one of them being bloodline. It goes without saying that the founding families possess high levels of spiritual energy. Contracts can be made on an individual basis, but in the case of the founders their entire bloodlines are under contract to powerful supernatural entities. A contract is a two-way street, the human side gains an ability but in exchange they must provide some form of payment in the form of the Contract's Cost. Cost can be anything from a one-time payment to something that must be done every time a contractor uses their abilities. It can be performing an action such as singing or prayer, offering an item or even a piece of oneself, or even pledging years of one's life. Typically, the stronger a contract ability the steeper the Cost, and one-time payments will inevitably be a harsher Cost then those that are paid daily or on ability use. Techniques utilizing Contract Abilities are known as Shadow Techniques, the most developed of which are held by the founding families due to their long history.

Grudges: Masses of spiritual corruption known as kegare that have festered in places rich in negative emotions. By feeding on this negative energy, Grudges are capable of developing a physical form. Weak Grudges can merely influence emotions or cause illness, but once they have become more powerful they can directly affect the physical world and cause harm or even kill human beings. Most Grudges are monstrous in appearance and beast-like in intelligence, but some particularly powerful Grudges can develop human-like intellect and even take on more human-like forms. Grudges are difficult to permanently harm with conventional weaponry, but attacks made using spiritual power are capable of destroying them. Grudges posses their own spiritual energy, and thus operate under similar rules to contracted humans in that regard. If exhausted of spiritual energy, a Grudge will be unable to continue using their abilities. Grudges are ranked from E to S, with E-rank Grudges being low level threats any contractor can deal with an S-rank Grudges being a high grade threat that only the most capable of Contractors may face.




Hey, this RP is mostly just born from a desire for some urban fantasy action! Players are going to be students, primarily first and second years(ranging from 15-17). The RP intro will depend a bit on if we have any new blood just learning about the hidden side of the world now, so a mix of newcomers and people who were born into this would be nice.

I'm aiming for no more than 8 players, and I'm expecting at least one post a week.

Also, @PKMNB0Y will be my co-gm!




  • Name:
  • Age: (15-17)
  • Gender:
  • Appearance:
  • Personality:
  • Backstory:
  • Skills:
  • Spiritual Energy Grade: (From E to S, E being low and S being a special rank for high level Spiritual Energy. Naturally I'm expecting most characters to fall between these two ranks, and I'm not likely to accept an S-rank without a good reason.)
    • Contracted Being: (As this takes place in Japan, largely Japanese mythology and folklore entities are to be expected. You may also use human ghosts and others being as contracts!)
    • Contract Rank: (A vague grading of contract ability power from E to S. Most should fall into the C-A category. I'm not likely to accept an S-rank contract without a very good reason.)
    • Contract Abilities: (What does your contract let you do? It can be a broad ability with multiple applications or a narrow one with specific uses, or anything in-between. It should have some thematic connection to the contracted being)
    • Cost: (What does your character pay to uphold their side of the contract? It can be something they pay at regular intervals, something they pay on ability use, or something they paid once when they contracted. Typically, higher rank contracts have higher costs, and single payments are always higher then payments on ability use or on regular intervals.)
It had been difficult, though she'd been ready to spring into action to try and prevent the goddess from taking a relatively friendly duel into a lethal one, to prevent herself from feeling a little jealous.

She knew that, by Kochiya's nature, and the nature of her goddesses, it ultimately made sense for her to be able to summon them to her side even here. Provided she had the requisite faith, at least.

That being said, it didn't stop the clutching, gnawing feeling lingering in the core of her heart.

Youmu still had no way of reaching her mistress, Saigyouji Yuyuko. And of course, entering the netherworld wasn't possible for those goddeses. So even if she had been able to ask, it only would have amounted to something if Yuyuko left the netherworld first.

... Surely, she must be looking for her. That meant, at the very least, it's likely she would learn she was mostly alright and would return home as soon as she possibly could.

It wasn't as if Youmu lacked concern for this world's people, but Yuyuko-sama and her duty were always foremost in the half-phantom's mind. Naturally, that meant ensuring a route back home as soon as she possibly could.

"Yuyuko-sama..."

Regardless of her mistress's oddities, the Princess of the Netherworld was nobility. She would have been far more capable in the coming scenario then Youmu herself felt she would be.

While she was versed in proper etiquette, she wasn't exactly known for having political savvy. And swinging one's sword wasn't the kind of problem-solving that such situations might require.

More than that, though, she wanted to see her mistress again. To know she was doing well at the very least, if she couldn't be there for the sake of her defense.

"While I know about etiquette, I don't know very much about politics," she said, after a moment, mind still wandering quietly, "So I'm not sure if I'd know what to say to the ruler of this country."
Ruined Inn





At least he has the sense to understand that we shouldn't stay here, though I'm not sure how to respond when hear him mention I remind him of his sister.

No matter how I look, I'm a man, right? There's no way I should be reminding anyone of anyone's sister, right?

... The fact that it already feels strange to refer to myself in such a way mentally definitely doesn't give me very hopeful vibes, but I can't dwell on that right now.

"If there's water, then we definitely need to find an easy way to transport it," I comment. "I imagine they probably would have had something in storage to make it easier to carry around rather then lugging around big heavy barrels, so we can probably use that. Given what kind of world this seems to be, I'm guessing waterskins or something like that.

It looks like the dragon-man found a journal, or something like that. I don't need to look at it too closely to get the jist. Something terrible happened here, that killed a lot of people and then used the dead as soldiers. If there's anything good about this knowledge, it's that it seems like it confirms that my guess about it not being any sort of virus is correct. It sounds more like it was some sort of attack, which is bad but at least it's not some sort of weird zombie apocalypse fantasy world.

If I have to die an be reborn in another world, being reborn in something out of an off-kilter survival horror game would definitely make my already-bad situation even worse.

...

It's not that I don't feel bad for the people who lived here. The sight of the fallen lady knight is plenty grim, and the innkeeper's son must have suffered horribly. But I never met them. There's a distance between us that won't be closed, now that they're gone.

"... This place must have really been bustling, before all that happened," I find myself commenting, before sighing, "... You're right, let's gather some bags and get moving. The faster we get out of this city, the faster we'll be out of immediate danger. Then we can get our bearings.

... A bell...?

There's no mistaking it. I can hear it loud and clear. It's a bell, kind of like what you'd expect to hear from a western church or something similar.

Out the window, I can see the undead suddenly turning, walking down the street, in the direction of the sound. Did someone ring it, or was it set to do that on its own? Why did the undead respond to it like that?

These are all uneasy questions, aren't they? But in the here and now, it means we can leave without getting immediately attacked.

I inhale deeply.

"Alright. I don't know how to fight, so I shouldn't go first. I think the hammer girl-" I pause for a moment.

I don't know anyone's names.

"We... we should probably introduce ourselves, shouldn't we? I'm-"

Erk.

On one hand, my real name will let everyone know that I was-I am a man.

On the other, it'll let them know I'm a man, which will make my situation a thousand times more awkward then it already is.

I'd prefer to put that revelation off a little, as much as it pains me a bit.

"... C-call me Sephily, for now..."

... Hopefully no-one else here has read The Elf Mage Doesn't Approve.

@PKMNB0Y@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw@RolePlayerRoxas




Witch's Household





"An... animatronic?" the elderly tortoise asked, "Oh, my... Is that like an automata?"

He chuckled warmly.

"I'm afraid I'm nothing so grand as that. These old bones are all natural."

He bowed his head once more as the goblin departed inside.

"... You're talking plenty of nonsense," Ilsa said, after a few moments of incredulous staring, "But the more I hear, the more it sounds like you aren't drunk or under the influence of anything else. And since you really don't seem to know anything, maybe you are from somewhere far away."

She let out a heavy sigh.

"I suppose I can't blame you for disturbing the shrine, then, but now I have to explain to you..." she complained aloud, her shoulders sagging.

"Well, Ilsa, it is your job, you're the Witch of the Forest after all~"

The silky-smooth, playful, sultry female voice seemed to come out of no-where. But, in fact, it had escaped the beak of the raven perched upon Ilsa's shoulder.

The Substitute Witch stared blankly at her for a moment.

"Now you talk, and it's just to give me trouble?" she nearly growled with a glare at the midnight-colored bird, "Aren't familiars supposed to make a witch's life easier?"

The raven simply snickered, before hopping off of Ilsa's shoulder. A flurry of black feathers surrounded it, through which the sight of its body expanding and shifting could just barely be glimpsed.

When it concluded, it had been replaced with a pale-skinned, black-haired woman with dark makeup, wearing equally dark clothing, with a rather low cut. Compared to Ilsa, she was considerably taller, and with a much more mature figure.

The only thing that marked her true nature was the feathers protruding from her wavy hair on either side of her head.

"Forgive dear Ilsa, she's been quite surly recently," the raven woman said, smiling pleasantly.

Ilsa's glare only intensified.

"And you're certainly not helping. Hmph."

Crossing her arms over her chest, the Witch inhaled deeply before continuing.

"Since you don't know anything, I'll at least tell you where you are. This is the Great Sea of Green, the Forest of Lorkay. The largest forest in these lands, and the one blessed with the most natural richness."

Despite the fact she almost certainly was not responsible for the forest, it sounded like she was proud of it all the same.

When she spoke again, her voice had taken on a darker tone.

"And that shrine was once a place of worship, for the divine spirit that dwelled in these lands. That time passed long ago, though, and now it's just a ruin. Those who approach it are likely to be hunted down and devoured by that creature without my intervention, which is why it's strictly off-limits."

Her voice was more quiet as she continued.

"Unfortunately, just staying away from the shrine isn't always enough these days... In any case,as long as you stay here, you'll be safe. Just don't leave without me, and don't follow any fairies, or else you'll get to learn first hand about the Spiraling Path and the Garden of False Reflections."

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Rin
Gertrude just... wasn't going to help?! She just attempted to pat her on the head and be done with it?! What... how... that---!

No, no, she couldn't allow herself to become distracted by that.

Fanilly took a deep breath to clear her head.

Her knights, of course, seemed to make similar points to what she'd already been considering. They needed to split their forces, but not too heavily. Sir Gerard, while noble, seemed to be taking quite an extreme stance of taking on their opponent's demonic companion entirely alone. No matter how capable he may be, and how resistant to serious injury he was, she couldn't agree to such a thing in good conscience.

Despite the fact that death held little meaning in this place, that didn't mean that they shouldn't treat these challenges as such. If this was meant to be preparation for facing a powerful mage in the normal world, then that meant that they had to approach it no differently then they would if death were still a real threat.

"I can't allow you to face the demon alone, Sir Gerard, not if we are to treat this as a real battle. But as Sir Fleuri says, it's likely you shall face her either way," she replied, before clearing her throat.

"I do believe splitting into more than two teams would be spreading ourselves too thin, so I agree with Sir Renar. With that in mind, I will be dividing you between the southern approach and the eastern approach."

The southern approach was the one she suspected to be most likely guarded by the demon. It was the one with the most cover, and the easiest climb, so it stood to reason that she was using a powerful physical defender to cover what was the easiest route up.

While the northern approach was a massive blindspot, the climb was also the most difficult, so she had ruled it out fairly quickly. Of the two flanks, the eastern flank had rougher terrain that made it somewhat more difficult but also provided some level of cover in the event of another spell.

"Sir Gerard, Sir Fleuri, and Sir Fionn," she addressed the knights in turn, "You shall approach from the South. I suspect that you'll face the demon, but provided you can keep her occupied then you will have achieved your duty even if you cannot pass her. Sir Renar, Sir Rolan, and myself will take the eastern approach, and focus on evading the mage's spells above all else."

She took a deep breath as her gaze returned to Lady Gertrude.

Persuading her to be of assistance felt like it would be a battle in and of itself, but the maid uniform-wearing girl did respond to flattery.

"A-as for Lady Gertrude, I was hoping she would demonstrate her considerable talents in overcoming a challenge helmed by what is clearly a powerful mage," Fanilly began, hesitating somewhat as she hoped she chose the right words, "Certainly, her... her incredible craft would be useful."

Gertrude's role, provided she actually helped, would be a simple one.

To unleash as many ranged spells as swiftly as possible, with the goal of releasing the widest spread of projectiles as possible. Naturally, she didn't think a mage like their opponent would be defeated by such an assault.

But she couldn't simply ignore them, either, could she? The more time she spent defending against a magical smokescreen, the less time she had to prevent them from reaching the top.
The sky burned.

That was the only way she could explain it.

She'd been moments away from doing her best to follow the orders given to her, to strike out like a hero would and cut down the opposition to give her allies the best possible chance of escape.

But then, the sky burned.

The young girl, Eve, had become a hybrid of Sollan and Dragon, and let loose the single most destructive spell Robin had ever seen to bring down the enemy airship.

She was speechless. Practically frozen where she stood. This was all far more intense then anything she'd taken part in before. Taking out the local bandits before they could hurt anyone else was nothing compared to this.

She was shaking. Her heartbeat was pounding. Her shoulders were quaking. Even though that had been the work of an ally, she... she... she----!

No.

She wasn't a coward. She wasn't the type of person to panic, not one bit.

She was a hero. She helped the weak and judged the wicked.

And that meant she couldn't freeze up now!

Robin sucked in a deep breath and swiftly located the others, breaking into a sprint. With the airship downed, rather then pursuing her original objective it seemed for the best to cover them from any potential form of attack.

And there was another new threat approaching from the wreckage itself.

That was---

It was like a vision of the underworld. A monster emerging from some fiery pit, in human form

And yet---

Her blade glinted, light flowing up the edge and dancing as Robin sucked in a deep breath.

A monster from the underworld wouldn't frighten a hero, after all.
Witch's Household





"... If you're not drunk, then you must have taken a stroll through the Garden of False Reflections," commented Ilsa with a raised eyebrow, "Because you're talking complete nonsense."

"Huuh?"

A higher-pitched voice came from just above the house, and after a moment it became clear it originated from the sparkling lights themselves. In mere seconds, they had swarmed downwards, their true nature becoming apparent.

Their bodies resembled those of young girls, lacey insectoid wings sprouting from their backs. Their large, shining eyes regarded the three newcomers inquisitvely from every potential angle.

There must have been at least a dozen or so of them.

"Who are they?"

"Where did you find them?"

"Your names! Tell us your names!"

"Give us your secrets~"

"Come with us, come back with us! The Spiraling Trail is-"

Ilsa sighed, and waved her hand, as if to shoo them away. The small, flying figures pouted, but largely complied, now watching from a somewhat longer distance.

"I'm sure none of you mean ill, but I don't think any of us are in the mood," she said, addressing what could only be fairies, "These three just had an encounter with that one, I don't think they're fit for a walk into the fey realms."

The fairies all fell silent when they heard Ilsa mention 'that one'. No matter how childish they might have appeared, it was clear they were well aware of what she was talking about.

A few even mumbled reluctant apologies.

Ilsa gestured for her guests to follow, and approached the front door of her cottage. It was around now that Rita would be able to get a good look at the local flowering plants. Some appeared to be lilies, others roses, and still others bluebells and violets. But there was also a plant that resembled nightshade, foxglove, and other unrecognizable plants. The garden also had a shaded area, maintained by several sunshades and a rather large and expansive bush, that housed a number of brightly colored mushrooms.

Beside it sat a large tortoise, the size of a small boulder. Hanging beneath its beak was a lengthy white beard, unexpected for such a creature, and perched ahead of its eyes was a tiny, miniscule set of eyeglasses that seemed far too small for it to look through them.

Perhaps most surprising was the fact it bowed.

At least, until it spoke.

"Welcome back, Lady Ilsa," the tortoise said, in a warm, friendly voice that brought to mind images of a kindly old man, "My... what unusual guests. Greetings."

He bowed his head to each of the newcomes in turn, as the door opened on its own ahead of the Substitute Witch of the Forest.

The entrance hallway lead to a rounded interior, with a staircase on one side leading upwards, and another two hallways leading to different areas of the cottage. The first room housed a large fireplace with a cauldron, as well as a reading chair.

"I won't ask you to make yourselves at home, as I'd prefer you didn't given your shiftless appearances," commented Ilsa as she approached the fireplace, "But I will welcome you to the home of the Witch of the Forest. While you are here, you'll be under my protection. I may only be a substitute, but that should be more than enough to keep you safe until you leave the Forest of Lorkay."

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Rin
The mission's resolution was not neat or tidy.

After reporting to command, first an attempt to assist the spirit in seppuku was made. Ideally, an anomaly that could be dealt with wouldn't simply be allowed to persist unchecked, and this was by his own request. As long as he remained lucid, that made it all the easier.

However, such efforts had failed.

It appeared as if the samurai was not just a wayward spirit, but the process of deification had already begun. Indeed, he was bound to the land itself, far harder to get rid of then the average spirit.

In retrospect, this explained the presence of the komainu, even if it was only in their image.

The decision to lock down the area and begin the process of converting the spirit fully into a local deity seemed to be the best option available, but only time would tell how well it would work.

It had been several days since the mission, now.

Arisa sighed heavily, leaning on the wall. It was frustrating, really, that the mission hadn't achieved a conclusive outcome. People had died, no matter how repentant the spirit was. But they couldn't seemingly remove him for containment, and assisting him with seppuku had failed entirely.

Still, at least the area was locked down and the anomaly was registered. This was no risk of civilians entering and being caught up if the spirit forgot his own death again. Since his powers seemed limited in range, at the very least lockdown could ensure that.

Now, it was a matter of waiting and seeing what happened next.

That, and awaiting the next assignment. Arisa wasn't on anomaly containment, but agents were expected to remain on standby pretty frequently.

So she'd picked up some melon bread at the cafetria, for the moment.
They did it.

Despite who they were fighting, despite the fact their target was a legend from the stories of her childhood, they'd done it.

She had reached Prince Erion, her sword ready to fall when she had come to a halt.

Fanilly nearly collapsed on the spot, but she managed to catch herself to listen to the Prince's words of congratulations. He may not have had any idea what their next challenge would be, but that didn't mean that it wasn't an immensely satisfying experience to be congratulated by a figure out of legend.

He may have been a magical recreation of some form, but he had the personality and memories of the original. She was being praised by Prince Erion himself.

It was overwhelming, in fact. Fanilly barely knew what to say.

But she wasn't so overwhelmed as to miss the blue light in the sky.

She tried to open her mouth and yell for the knights to scatter as fast as possible, but they'd been far too distracted, and---

Fanilly had no idea how it felt. She hadn't the slightest idea what the process of her whole being eroding away by such a powerful spell was like.

It had happened so swiftly.

Suddenly she was standing there, perfectly fine once more.

... If she hadn't been so distracted by the Prince's praise, would she have been able to evade the blast? Would she have been able to warn her knights? Was that part of the test?

As she began to internally curse her own failure to pay attention, she noticed the drifting form of the missive as it descended towards them.

Their test---

It was just a particularly destructive way to get their attention.

The second test was to reach the top of the hill.

The Knight-Captain steadied herself, taking a deep breath as she cleared her head.

"Sir Gerard is right. We should take advantage of the time we have to scout the perimeter of the hill," Fanilly began, trying not to show any sign of being shaken. Her hands trembled slightly, but she wouldn't allow herself to falter, "Any routes with more potential cover are a blessing, but I doubt that we'll have too many advantages."

This was meant to test them against a powerful mage, wasn't it? A singular target whose range outstripped nearly everyone there, who could attack in ways that bypassed armor.

"Fighting against a powerful mage at range isn't simple, but there's some obvious tactics we can make use of, especially since our only task is to reach the top of the hill. To begin with, we should split up as much as possible and approach from different angles. While she may be able to switch targets quickly, if we remain apart it will be difficult for her to strike more than one of us with a single spell, or block any of us from climbing."
Forest Shrine





The green-haired girl gave a blank, incredulous stare at the medusa and the goblin, for a few moments rendered entirely speechless.

"You don't know where that was?" she exclaimed, "Then how did you even-you must be drunk. It'd explain why you're such an odd group, too."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily.

"In case you needed a refresher, that ruined shrine is given a wide berth for a reason," she continued, her right hand still on her wooden staff as her left rested on her hip, "And the creature that attacked you is why."

Averting her eyes for a moment, the girl grumbled something under her breath that was barely audible. But given her goblin nature, her large ears adapted for hearing faint noises, it was possible that Rita would just barely pick up her voice.

"-not that staying away from the shrine is enough these days..."

The girl let out another sigh before directly addressing the trio once more.

"Listen, I'm not thrilled about this, but I can't have a set of drunk lunatics dying on my conscience," she began, "And I think Relki wouldn't leave me alone if I just let you try and find your way out by yourselves."

As if on cue, a raven alighted on the tip of her staff. It regarded the assembled figures before it, tilting its head.

"So, follow me. I'll take you someplace safe for the night and then show you the way out in the morning. Got it?"

The girl turned and started to walk away, then paused and looked back over her shoulder.

"Since you seem so ill-informed, I'll introduce myself. I'm Ilsa, Substitute Witch of the Forest."

The raven let out a caw, and Ilsa glared at it for a moment. Eventually, she let out a sigh.

"And that's Relki. For some reason, she won't just tell you herself. Now, come on."

With that, she turned and started to walk away. The forest was no longer so dark and intimidating, with the departure of the creature, but the patches of dead plants where its hooved feet hand fallen remained. Still, the birds had returned, and the idyllic and peaceful-seeming surroundings no longer held a scrap of malice. Certainly, there were likely dangerous creatures living in the woods of a more ordinary sort, but it still seemed to be a pleasant enough place.

If one could forget the deer creature.

After a few moments of walking, the forest cleared slightly to reveal a stone path with grass growing between it, leading to a cottage across a small wooden bridge over a stream. It had a small garden out front, flush with blooming flowers, and something small and sparkly seemed to be flitting around above the rooftops and about the garden.

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