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Hi there. It's very flattering that you would use your very first post on RPGuild to come and speak to us xD
I'm sure our esteemed GM will get in contact with you as soon as he sees you, so hang tight.
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Hi there. It's very flattering that you would use your very first post on RPGuild to come and speak to us xD
I'm sure our esteemed GM will get in contact with you as soon as he sees you, so hang tight.
MacKensie had followed Lucy down the mountain and along the road to the Adventurer's Guild, so filled to the brim with nervous anticipation that she managed to ignore the artillery fire going on above them. The time had finally come for them to open their Source Comm message. Constantly, she would massage her left wrist that felt so naked, without her magical gauntlet, trying to guess what the message might say, trying to think of what catharsis would be provided to make all of this danger so worthwhile. But she could never think of anything.
When Lucy stopped them outside the guildhouse to address them all, MacKensie expected some words of encouragement, or maybe a warning to reign in expectations, but was taken completely aback to the realisation that she was being UNBANNED!? Her head jerked back, looking around a little at a loss for words. Lucy was done telling her and Zell off pretty quickly and went inside. MacKensie was left stunned and embarassed, sharing a quizzical look with anyone who would indulge her. Ordinarily this might have triggered her moral indignation - MacKensie very protective against aspersions on her character - but there was too much at stake to fully feel the slight on her person. She didn't even have the wherewithal to notice any bad vibes or stern stares from anyone inside the guildhall.
Adam's quiet inquiry was met by a quick reaction to assure him, equally quietly and confused, that she had no idea of the answer to his question. Then James got her attention to silently relay that he would explain later - something that would turn her confusion to frustration - with Zell's wink and grin turning frustration to anger, shortly after that. "What in the name of...?" she muttered before trailing off and following everyone upstairs.
She found it very difficult, but managed to put the angering mystery aside for now, seeing as more important matters were at hand. And when she finally got a chance to read, along with everyone else, the Source Comm message, she was shocked into a stupor, her only noise made being a small gasp at the part;
"They will label me the Evil Witch Queen,"
...where it was confirmed who had hacked the Source Comm inbox.
She couldn't think straight. Or at all, as a matter of fact - her mind blank in a delayed response to the information . So many thoughts and feelings she was bracing herself for... they never came. Some form of denial perhaps? A good cry and a good sleep to reboot herself required? Who knew, not her. For the instant, there was just nothing but a question mark. But the first thing that came to her mind in the form of a clear and concise thought was a single word - a name - drenched in sorrow.
Fenna.
Zell was consoling her - the mother who'd been taken from her children. The swordsman had done what she should have been the one to do. But no matter, at least someone had thought to put the Fenna first, which was what counted. That was the most important thing. When the other Ranger fled the mezzanine and went outside, MacKensie wanted to go after her and be a cornerstone of support, just as Fenna had always been for her, but she felt a greater urge to respect the older woman's wishes. No one else said too much, until James went to Lucy to talk to her. That's when MacKensie went over to the mezzanine guard-rail and leaned on it to watch the taproom floor down below, absently.
"What a mess," she muttered to herself.
“That message… it was really something, wasn't it?”
MacKensie turned her sad expression onto Adam as the young man joined her at the rail, paused for second, then nodded thoughtfully. "I am at a loss," was all she could say, at first. But she then continued. "Oh Adam... what are we to do?" She took a deep breath and shook her head incredulously. "We really were brought here to kill The Witc-" She corrected herself. "To kill this woman, Melina." It sounded strange, to call her by her name - to give her some humanity, even though every experience Second Chance had of this woman painted her as a monster. "I am bereft of certainty, even more so than ever. I thought it was becoming clear that this was a matter of Good vs Evil. Like a movie or some fantasy tale. But there are real people on both sides. And I am confused. I killed real people at that temple Adam. Snuck up and slit one of their throats, in cold blood," her voice was so repentent, yet still in disbelief. That Gold Mission had really taken it's toll on her. And it was apparent - obvious - that the killing had yet to reach it's peak. Likely not even close. "I am no longer the person I thought I was."
Somehow, it had become about her, but she couldn't help herself. This world of Mytheria was like a mirror held up to her, showing her things she was not exactly happy to admit. She had always considered herself quite smart, but James and Lillianna had showed her that she wasn't. She had always thought herself honourable and sincere, yet Adam had showed her she lacked in that department. She had always felt so sure of herself, yet Zell had showed her what self-confidence truly was. And she clung to Fenna like a child to her mother, the other Ranger showing what quiet, feminine strength should look like. Mytheria had showed her the limits of the qualities she valued about herself. It was truly humbling, which would be a good thing - a lesson - but all of this killing, against her will, not really knowing the big picture. Just killing and getting short-term dopamine hits of feeling heroic, but to what end?
"Tell me honestly, Adam," she looked at him pleadingly. "What does your heart tell you, about all of this?"
Sorry! Posting now.
I'll try to catch up with reading and post late tonight. Probably tomorrow though xD
You are due a string of good fortune, @Teyao, if there's any justice in this world.
Welp... that escalated quickly xD
The explosions above Citadel Hill were... well... they were beautiful.
MacKensie could think of no other word to describe what she was seeing. In spite of the inappropriateness of such an adjective, considering that what she was witnessing was the attempted bombing of civilian buildings, the dynamic array of reds, oranges and yellows... close enough to almost touch... the Ranger was completely enamoured by the visual effects as Second Chance got to the top of Citadel Hill. It was like getting to see a fireworks show from only yards away.
12 yards.
Zell. He was in trouble. She could feel it.
Earlier in the hospital, MacKensie being intrigued by James' description of Zigmund, turned to worry for Zell - The inheritor of their enemy's sword. James was worried. Zell was defensive. The innate chemistry between the trio meant that MacKensie felt it all, even if she did not understand it. And she did not. She didn't know the true depth of meaning of the sword Zell carried, or what James knew about their dead nemesis. She only knew that they were both worried. And that bothered her greatly. All she could do was hope that Zell was strong enough to 'have it under control' whatever it was. And hope that James was capable enough to look after the englishman.
Seeing Lucy again was nice, although the look the guildmaster gave her was odd - Almost like MacKensie was in her bad books. Strange.
The war room meeting was intimidating. The air was tense, in spite of the cordial exchanges and the High Septum's soft approach to managing proceedings. MacKensie stayed quiet, subconciously moving next to Fenna, the woman she always looked to for strength and example. She tilted her head close to the older woman and whispered, "Should we tell them about our gauntlet and spear?"
If Fenna replied affirmatively, then MacKensie would follow her lead and explain to the officials that she entered the world with her magical gauntlet. It was likely of no consequence, but she supposed all and any info could be important.
What she took from proceedings so far was the fact that they could have been 'summoned' to this world. It was a potential fact that seemed so farfetched in the minds of the officials and leaders. But it would make sense that there was a Source Comm message waiting for them, surely? And what was this about their Ascensions being so unbelievably fast? Was it not like that for all adventurers?
Whatever the case, MacKensie stepped forward and touched Barracker's arm, smiling solemnly at him. To hear him put his reputation on the line, to vouch for them, meant a lot. Barracker had become a close friend in the short space of time that she'd known him, and this moment only strengthened their bond.
The stealth part of the journey felt miles and hours longer than it actually was. Stress and anxiety levels ran high, blood ran fast, but under the temporary command of Fenna, along with the support of Second Chance's might, magic and intellect, they made it to the walls of Valhiem. After a nod from the other Ranger, MacKensie fired her grapplehook up to the battlements, then scaled the wall with quiet speed, her feet occasionally touching the stones as she went up. With agility and ease, the popped up onto the walls on her feet and hopped down from the battlements to rendezvous with Silver Arrow.
"Second Chance."
MacKensie nodded in affirmation. "How do you do?"
"I'm Wulrick and we are Silver Arrow. We've been sent by Lucy."
"My team are down by the riverside. How should we proceed?"
"We can lift the water grate," Wulrick answered, then moved to act quickly.
Once regrouped with her friends at street-level, everyone followed Wulrick's lead. MacKensie was walking by Fenna, but also close to one of Silver Arrow's members who wore a hat that reminded the frenchwoman of Lillianna. Perhaps it was this that prompted her to speak to the mage. "Thank you again, for your assistance," MacKensie said, getting the mage's attention.
"A pleasure," she replied warmly. The tall elf introduced herself as Vaella. MacKensie reciprocated and they shared a smile. "You have been busy, that much is clear," she said, looking at the Ranger's torn clothes.
MacKensie combed a hand over head to get her wet hair out of her face. "We were returning from the nearby Temple of Hades after cleansing it of a Greater Wraith. We did not know the city was under attack."
"The Greater Wraith?" Vaella recalled seeing the mission on the Open Jobs List at the Guildhouse. "I thought you were a Bronze Ranked party."
"Yes," MacKensie said, embracing an air of humility. "We had good reason to step above our grade and take on a Gold Mission. It was not easy but worth it, in the end."
"Wow," Vaella was a little stunned. MacKensie understood. It was one hell of a risk. The frenchwoman went on to explain that they were lucky enough to have an experienced and ascended Paladin join their party and that without him, they would not have been successful. "That is still quite the feat."
MacKensie spoke with Vaella a little longer before having her attention drawn by the words, 'Bronze Tier trash.' Her temper flared as she saw the owner of the voice, a gnome, speaking with venom to Adam. There was not even a question in MacKensie's mind that Adam had done anything to deserve such vitriol - it wasn't in his nature to provoke animosity. Of course, it wasn't in his nature to stand up for himself either, as she'd seen back when they were up at the hermit shapeshifter, Gilligan's house. Gilligan was all kinds of awful, but Adam's only response to the hermit's attitude was a calm and measured attempt to defend MacKensie's honour, when Gilligan had shot one of his many barbs at the frenchwoman. And so; the gnome did not get a rise out of Adam, but he'd certainly gotten a rise out of MacKensie, who was about to march ahead and intervene - unable to stop herself from being offended by something so unjust happening in front of her.
Barracker and Zell beat her to it, approaching the situation not with moral outrage - rather; bullying the bully. It was justice, most certainly, but MacKensie was worried about the potential fight about to happen, so when Wulrick demanded a stop to the situation, MacKensie stepped in also with the intention to de-escalate. Fortunately no one was interested in fighting and the matter resolved itself. MacKensie shot a brief glance at Barracker and Zell, a slight smirk on her face, pride in her eyes. She was glad that Second Chance were so defensive of eachother. They'd been through a lot in their short time together, so it was no surprise, but the moment still made her proud to be a part of their family-like party. And Barracker had fit in seamlessly, his values aligning with the rest of them, in spite of not being from another world. She went ahead and checked on Adam as they walked into the hospital, finding him to not be overly bothered by the gnome's words and so all was well.
This was her first experience in Valhiem's hospital, missing out on the first time Second Chance had visited. She and Joji had split off from the party to go and bury Clive's body. And so she was in awe of the technology, the cleanliness and the other similarities to Earth's hospitals. It was similar except the computer systems were laced with magical components, making them seem both more ancient and advanced than anything she'd seen in a hospital before. Her Source Crystal was linked to the computers and her body was healed fully and thoroughly within an extremely short period of time. It felt almost too easy, prompting her surprise and hesitation when she was told that she was done and could go back to the waiting area.
She smiled and nodded at whoever beat her to the waiting room, then greeted each member as they came after her. When Zell entered and gave her a pat on the back, she returned his touch on his lumbar spine. "Good as new," she noted, a pointed glance at his previously injured leg.
While everyone gathered to exit to the hospital, she stayed close to James and Zell, interested in hearing James' answer to Zell's inquiry. Knowing more about Zigmund the ninja had brought about a morbid curiosity. What was he? He seemed humanoid, at least. He was intelligent, that was for sure. Why be evil? All these things, she found herself wondering as she anticipated James' words on the matter.
Hey guys, sorry for the silence, accidently fell on my ankle on the way to work and sprained it so I have been busy handling all the healthcare and work related paperwork
Ouch! Feel better soon, Teyao.
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