Active A Hellish Inheritance

[saxon]

Azusa​

Character Grade - E

Titles: Human, Gunslinger, Gunslinger Apprentice, Defender of Yemaya, Chalkmeister, Ryken Adventurer F

mentions: Maxxob Uasal Gaius Danius Griinia Elias Wren Maverick Six

Actions/Cooldown
1. Swapped weapon
2. Moved up 20 ft to L5
3. Used Headshot
Headshot- Ultimate Deterrence E (Range E, Non-Lethal E), Steady Hands F, Energized E - The User fires off a chalk round aimed towards the head of their target. Target must be within 30 ft. - Grade E - 0 Post Cooldown.
Weapon E+ Headshot E + Precision D+ Precog bonus= 8 base effectiveness

Azusa kept her eyes moving as the group continued up the stairs toward the wailing. There isn't going to be much I can do against a ghost or anything that isn't physical in nature, she thought to herself, resting her finger on the trigger guard of her weapon. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, her precog E went off, showing her who was an enemy behind the door and what it looked like. "Banshee, door." Azusa pointed to the door that the wailing was coming from which shouldn't have been a surprise to the group that there was something there.

As the group entered the door and the gunshot went off Azusa put her weapon away and grabbing the rod and thinking of turning it into a copy of her M1911. Knowing that her attacks would go straight through it and hoped that this weapon would at least be able to hit the banshee. She move up 20 ft of their charge and then fired off two shots from the chimera weapon aimed aimed at the creatures head using Head shot.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Izuru
Mentions: Maxxob saxon
A gift

The sight of a mighty angry looking specter just made Izuru question if he'd even be able to do anything to this thing. However his payout depended on whether he could assist in the subjugation of this creature. Hence why he would endeavor to do at least enough damage that the others couldn't deny he helped in some way. Moving closer to Azusa and Giuseppe, Izuru tapped both his cane and the magic rod he got from Giuseppe over his head. Next he spoke a poem on the spot to get his magic flowing. As he was a poet by trade, this was the best way for him to get his powers to properly manifest. Izuru was a little wary of the fact he had been forced to get close enough to this thing that it might take a swing at him with little for him to do. His body had the weakest healing factor among the dragonkin he had met on his journey. If he messed up, he'd be too busy being dead to get any sort of healing in.

The siren song
A raven calls
Night sky shroud as darkness falls
Be still my heart
The shadows call
Tap that ass
So we won't fall

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Actions
1: Move to L7
2: Sickboi Poetry =Magic F + Darkness Affinity F + Performance F (Poetry) + Persuasion F + Deception F + Arcana F -0 post Cooldown (MAGIC ROD USED IN CONJUCTION WITH CANE)
3: Try not to die

 

[Uasal]

~'Nox'~

As the ethereal creature materialized before them, Nox's instincts kicked into overdrive. With a firm grip on her sword, she took a step forward, her aura beginning to envelop the spectral being. Her eyes remained fixed on the ghost, her expression resolute as she moved closer, closing the distance between them.

Despite the creature's otherworldly appearance and the primal instincts that often accompanied encounters with monsters, Nox felt no insatiable hunger stirring within her. It was a curious realization, one that she couldn't help but find intriguing. Perhaps it was the nature of the creature itself, what with it having no blood to consume, or maybe it was something deeper within her Moon-Blessed essence that recognized it as an aberration rather than prey. Regardless, at least she wasn't being swayed into a frenzy. Still the urge to destroy this creature was strong, and called to her.

Maintaining her focus, Nox continued to advance, her aura pulsating gently as she approached the ghost. She remained vigilant, ready to react to any sudden movements or hostile actions from the spectral entity. With her sword at the ready and her senses attuned to the eerie surroundings, she stood poised to confront whatever otherworldly threat lay before them.

"Good work Azusa. Guiseppe, stay within my aura. This monster may yet be capable of ranged attacks but at the very least with my aura present it can't recklessly attack you up close."

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HP: 2/2

Actions: 3/3
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• Penumbra - E - [Aura][Indirect] [Vorpal] [Penetrating E], [Intimidation F], [Selective], [Area E], [Blind Fighter], [Blind Ranged Fighting], [Blight Holy Light Damage E], [Incapacitating: Paralysis E], [Hot Shot], [Sixth Sense - Weakpoint Vision] [Enegised E]- Channeling her blessing Nox produces a holy aura that's spread over a wide area that intimidates and deals damage to those who enter or are within its range possibly paralyzing them with sheer fear and dread and dealing massive damage to monsters that are weak to holy or light damage. 1 Turn Cooldown/2 actions.
  Effectivness= [Moonblade Sword] B + Strength A + [Penumbra] E = 13 Base Effectivness = 13 Base Effectivness + 2 Damage from Blight. 2 True damage from Aura. Penetration E + Hotshot + Incapacitating. Selective: Sparing the Player Party, the manor and illuminating the area.
• Movement 10 ft forward

 

[Maxxob]

Location: Bedroom
Time: Morning
saxon | Azusa
Uasal | Nox
Gaius Danius Griinia | Izuru
Elias Wren | Kite
Maverick Six | Marcus

The Cove Battle Siren - Darkest Dungeon

Guiseppe Gasparo
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Spoiler: Focus/Componentless and Steady Hands

Normally, Focus/Componentless of the same Grade of spells is necessary to move and cast spells in the same turn (among other uses). In a similar light, Steady Hands of the same Grade of a spell/precision ranged attacks/abilities (ie using Guns/Bow/Crossbows/Etc) is necessary to remove the necessity to use an action to aim and prevent base effectiveness penalties after the character moved. I am dismissing both as a necessity for the remainder of this RP.

Spoiler: Battle Calculations

Initial Applicable Considerations:
Guiseppe - Mana Missile - [Vorpal] ? - ? Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning
Marcus - Hunter's Toss - 6 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning = 7
Kite - Inferno Blade - Elemental Affinity [Fire] F + Blight [Fire] F - 6 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning = 7
Azusa - Headshot - [Non-Lethal] E - 10 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Precog = 11 Base Effectiveness
Izuru - Sickboi Poetry - Elemental Affinity [Darkness] F - 8 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning = 9
Nox - Penumbra - Blight [Holy] E + [Hot Shot] E + [Aura] E + [Incapacitating: Paralysis] E + [Vorpal] E + [Sixth Sense - Weakpoint Vision] + [Penetrating E] - 13 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning = 14

Final Consideration:
Team-Up Attack - [Vorpal] ? + Blight [Holy] E + [Non-Lethal] E + [Hot Shot] E + [Aura] E + [Incapacitating: Paralysis] E + Elemental Affinity [Fire] F + [Sixth Sense - Weakpoint Vision] + [Selective] + [Penetrating E] - 19 Base Effectiveness + (2 true damage from [Aura] E + (if hit {2 damage from Blight [Holy] E}) * 2 = 4/8 damage if it is weak against Holy) = Possibility of 23/27 damage

The wraith, who had first been assaulted by Guiseppe's Mana Missile, was left wide-open for the follow-up attacks from the group despite, its ethereal nature. The creature would let out a loud, almost primal shriek as the first following attack struck it: Marcus' thrown spear had hit its mark, sinking into the creature's see-through chest and sticking into it, the whole length of the weapon, shaft and tip, now moving with it.

Next, Kite would move up to the creature, swinging his sword in a horizontal cut which was accompanied by a bright, flaming bite, which almost seen to disconnect part of the being's body for a moment, the dismembered parts burning, before it became whole once more.

Giving the creature no quarter, Azusa shifted her positioning before firing twice, aiming at the creature's head. To her surprise, the chalk bullets, instead of going through it, sank into the ethereal's being form, until the full length of the projectile was in it. The sound of the added gunfire, first by Guiseppe and next from Azusa, made an ominous breeze start to blow from somewhere at the back of the room.

Izuru's worries, as he approached the creature, while well-founded, did not come to reality. The creature was too stunned, at that singular moment, to attack him. As the words of the poem left his mouth, the dark elemental energy which was conjured forth, struck the wraith in its totality, the pitch-black hue of it, painting its body blueish black where its struck, before going back to its original color.

And with Nox, advancing enough for her bright and holy Moon-Blessed aura to reach the creature, the wraith recoiled greatly from the light, not exactly from the Fear that it might have caused against other beings. Letting out a deafening shriek this time around, which would let those with Heightened Sense [Hearing] momentarily deaf, which thankfully was no-one, making it move back (I6), the paralysis appearing to not force it still. Guiseppe followed Nox's lead, advancing to her side to keep himself in the aura she was providing around her.

However, before gaining distance from its attackers, a good part of the creature's body seemed to vanish into a mana cloud, making Marcus' spear fall on the ground where it stood previously (K6). Now, only the wraith's head, neck, shoulders and arms remained, its body floating accompanied by a ghastly wailing. The party's assault appeared to have left the ethereal being at the brink of death, yet its body immaterial body appeared to be steadily recomposing itself. It looked like, unless they finished off the creature quickly enough (2 rounds), all their efforts would be for naught.

Despite its weakened state, the wraith was able to launch counter-attack of its own. Moving its arms in the air, forming an arcanic sigil which, for a moment, appeared to engulf every bit of light that nibbled at its very corners, a massive sphere of energy was shot in an arc towards the party, threatening to engulf them if they didn't avoid it in some manner (AoE size represented as the red rectangle).

Spoiler: Nox's [Sixth Sense - Weakpoint Vision]

During her Penumbra, Nox's violet eyes didn't see any specific part of the creature's body which appeared to be vulnerable. She instinctively gathered, however, that her Holy damage had had massive impact against it.

Spoiler: Marcus' Parry

Following up the Hunter's Toss, when Marcus attempted to use his Parry, he felt a sharp poking pain in his stomach. While it wasn't enough to bring him to his knees, it was enough to make it impossible for him to carry out his technique. He was simply too exerted from using his Hunter's Toss Grade F to try and follow up with his Parry Grade F in such a short period of time.

 

[Maverick Six]

Marcus Banecroft
Titles: Human
Interaction: Maxxob saxon Elias Wren Uasal Gaius Danius Griinia

The Manor​

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I don't move how I like to.

It was of no surprise to him to unable to properly defend in such a short period of time. He hadn't moved nor been as mentally the capable since the day he'd been struck by lightning.

Yet in spite of this pain, he gained some satisfaction to see the creature pounded by an onslaught of attacks. The creature screamed out in blood-curdling anguish, yet it found no sympathy in the man at arms heart. Indeed, such a sign of weakness from the creature only drove him forward. "Take it's head." He said, uttering only 3 syllables as he sought to reinforce the wills of his comrades and goad them to show no hesitation in sending back the ethereal monster from where it came.

Sigils appeared. An attack was coming What sort? He did not know. "Incoming!" Marcus yelled. Not panicked, but brief enough to be processed and loud enough to be clear. He suspected he wasn't fast enough to properly dodge it, so he stuck with what he knew.

SHING

The sword begins to sing, already on the move. A ball of energy was lobbed in their direction and Marcus instinctively swung his sword at it in a practiced motion. Marcus had long seen his fair share of Fae arrows fired from brush in his general direction, and thus, he was repeating the same motion to meet [Intercept F] this projectile. The air distorted as his blade swung, wind able to be visibly felt by those near him. A slight alteration was made in that he hit with the flat of the blade -- a split second adjustment for the nature of the porjectile. The ideal was to swat the projectile to the other side of the room, but Marcus would be lucky enough to mitigate the ensuing blast.

After the swing, he shields his face [Defend] in anticipation of spill off. He takes a defensive, bladed stance -- meeting the explosion with his shoulder to give it less surface area. [Defend]

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Actions 3/3
1. Intercept - Fighting Style: Slayer's Sword F, Deflect F, Perception F - Marcus is capable of intercepting single, physical projectiles through skill, practice and physical prowess. This ability is limited in some regards. For one thing, Marcus must be looking at the target and focusing on it in order to deflect it. He cannot do this while fighting someone else or if someone shoots him in the back. Moreover, he cannot intercept multiple projectiles at once. -Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown. (Effectiveness = Artifact (Arming Sword Form) 8 + Deflect F = 9+2 From Combo = 11)
2. Defend - Marcus shields his face with his armored arm. (Effectiveness = Vitality D + Armor F = 4 ) (Combo Bonus With Action 1)
3. Defend - Marcus reorients his body, facing the explosion with his shoulder and providing it less surface. (Effectiveness = Vitality D + Armor F = 4 ) (Combo Bonus With Action 1)

Current Position: Position M7

 

[Elias Wren]

Kite Vanzanth


Kite saw the creature recoil and excitement swelled inside him at the thought of winning this fight, but it was soon crushed when he realized there was more to come. He moved from his location and rushed the specter once again, trying to finish it off before it recovered.

He lunged forward once in range and shot the tip of his sword toward the neck of the howling monster in an attempt to silence it for good, hoping whatever allowed him to cause damage was still in effect.

Once he pulled back his blade after his attack he moved back away from the creature to create some distance, panting softly from all the excitement.

Movement to J7

Attack - Incurable Stab - Fighting Style [F] Flame Blade - Incurable [F] - Kite jabs a single target with the tip of his sword causing wounds that are difficult to heal. - F grade - 0 cooldown

Movement to J8

Strength D (+3) + Sword E (+2) + Ability Grade F (+1) = 6 Base
Effectiveness

 

[Uasal]

~'Nox'~

As the wraith recoiled from the holy aura emanating from her sword, Nox couldn't help but notice its vulnerability to the pure light of her Moon-Blessed essence. Sensing an opportunity to capitalize on its weakness, she wasted no time in seizing the moment.

With a swift dash forward, Nox closed the distance between herself and the wraith, her aura condensing into her sword as she prepared for a devastating strike. As she reached striking distance, she raised her blade high above her head, channeling the concentrated energy of her aura into the weapon.

With a powerful downward slash, Nox brought her sword crashing down towards the wraith's remaining form, aiming to cleave through its ethereal body with the force of her Moon-Blessed might. The blade, imbued with holy energy, sliced through the air with a sharp crack, its radiant glow illuminating the darkness of the room as it descended upon the spectral creature.

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HP: 2/2

Actions: 3/3
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• [Piercing Moonlight] - E - [Accurate], [Vorpal] [Penetrating] [Blight = Holy Light] [Hot Shot] [Aura] [Enervation] [Continuing: Holy] - Raising her blade for a single blinding slash, Nox commits to an attack on her target with the sole intention of piercing their very being. 1 Post cooldown/2 Actions
  Effectivness= [Moonblade Sword] B + Strength A + [Piercing Moonlight] E = 13 Base Effectivness = 13 Base Effectivness + 2 Damage from Blight. 2 True damage from Aura. Penetration E + Hotshot + Enervation. Continuing Damage.
• Movement 15 ft forward to J6

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Izuru
Mentions: Maxxob Uasal

Izuru was surprised to see his little demonstration of magic had actually done something. Although he wouldn't go as far as to call himself magically inept. It was obvious to all who witnessed his prowess that he wasn't becoming an archmage anytime soon. The wraith ghost thing was at least affected by his dark magic, which was at least a start. Gripping his cane tightly, Izuru decided to watch the movements of the other members of the party. Marcus was currently playing the role of tank whilst Kite and Nox were striking at their creature through means of damage per second. Not once did Izuru question where he obtained such terms from, accepting them as accurate without so much as a second thought. Moving behind Nox and taking a moment to admire her impressively lithe physique. Izuru began incanting a spell, molding it to strike at the wraith ghost thing from the shoulder of the attractive vampire. Lucky the bolt was condensed enough for such a tactic. How brave of Nox to shield him with her body.

A Fallen Feather
Shadows Crow
Groaning Specter
Darkness Flow
Ne'er the grey, e'er the cold
Arrows Let Fly
Blackest of Bolts

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Actions:
1: Move to K6 behind Nox
2: Blackbolt = Magic F + Range F + Darkness Affinity E
3: Try even harder not to die

 

[Maxxob]

Location: Bedroom
Time: Morning
saxon | Azusa
Uasal | Nox
Gaius Danius Griinia | Izuru
Elias Wren | Kite
Maverick Six | Marcus

Explore The Ruins - Darkest Dungeon

Guiseppe Gasparo
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Spoiler: Battle Calculations

Initial Applicable Considerations:
Guiseppe - Mana Missile - [Vorpal] ? - ? Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Azusa's warning
Kite - Incurable Stab - Incurable [F] - 6 Base Effectiveness
Azusa - Headshot - [Non-Lethal] E - 10 Base Effectiveness + 1 Extra Effectiveness from Precog = 11 Base Effectiveness
Nox - Piercing Moonlight - [Accurate] E, [Vorpal] E + [Penetrating] E + [Blight = Holy Light] E + [Hot Shot] E + [Aura] E + [Enervation] E + [Continuing: Holy] E - 13 Base Effectiveness

Final Consideration:
Team-Up Attack - [Accurate] E, [Vorpal] E + [Penetrating] E + [Blight = Holy Light] E + [Hot Shot] E + [Aura] E + [Enervation] E + [Continuing: Holy] E + Incurable [F] - 14 Base Effectiveness + (2 true damage from [Aura] E + (if hit {2 damage from Blight [Holy] E}) * 2 = 4/8 damage if it is weak against Holy) = Possibility of 18/22 damage

As the massive sphere of energy hit the Chimeric Conduit, which Marcus' held, it quickly dissipated to his sides rather easily. It was difficult to know exactly why: if it was because the wraith had already been severely weakened, the attack itself not being strong enough, Marcus' deflective and defensive technique or a combination of factors. But, as the energy hit the artifact-turned-into-sword, the warrior's wrist felt only a light pressure against it.

An almost similar thing had happened with Izuru after he began chanting his spell. As the energy condensed into a black bolt, the Draconian-Human aimed the attack against wraith, the attack flew from the Chimeric Conduit, however, it didn't reach the intended target. It seemed that, despite having the knowledge of how to make his magic reach further than intended, his magic just wasn't just there yet (Magic Range F requires Magic E). Despite the mishap, the bolt collided against the sphere of energy which came his way, making him not being harmed by it.

Guiseppe acted on his own, quickly 'rushing', as much as one could expect from a man of his age, towards J5, keeping the lamp trained on the creature, providing light on that, otherwise, pitch-black room.

After dashing towards the Wraith, Nox's Moonblade, infused with the holy light, cleaved through the remnants of the ethereal creature with ease, splitting what was left of the wraith into two parts in a vertical line, the blade scorching the line of separation of the two halves, dissolving a good part of the already weakened creature. The creature let out a shrill of agony, which now left not a single point, but the two parts separating parts of its ghastly visage.

Following the attack, Kite was the next one to join the final assault on the creature. Stepping forward and thrusting his blade against the creature's neck, the attack pierced and, for a split second, made the two halves become one again. When the blade, which skewered the creature neck, was pulled from it, there wasn't a single sound anymore.

The creature's ectoplasm, which formed a puddle, was the only thing left from the wraith. It had a curious blue-hue to it, faint and almost transparent. With its presence vanishing, the unnatural darkness of the room vanished, in a blink of an eye. The morning sun, from outside, now managed to pierce the windows and, while vision still was hampered slightly, none would have difficulty seeing things.

Now with the room in full view, Guiseppe's azure eyes locked onto the fallen wraith, before scanning the room itself and letting out a sigh. "This will need quite a bit of redecorating before it is sold..." He murmured, looking at the blood-stained carpet under the bed, before turning towards the group, his expression relaxing just a few pegs. The smell of rotten, which previously could only be slightly perceived with those having Heightened Senses, now overpowered even the smell of mold and fungi, making the merchant's face twist with the odor. "Where should we go next?" He asked the group.

 

[Elias Wren]

Kite Vanzanth



With the creature finally out of commission Kite sheathed his sword, extinguishing and remaining flames as it entered the sheath. He knelt down to calm himself as the adrenaline slowly began to wear off, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth slowly to calm his pounding heart.


As he knelt there on the ground he stared into the pile of ectoplasm that remained of the beast and a thought crossed his mind. He reached out with his right hand and dipped his index and middle finger into the goo, swirling them around slowly.


“Never seen ectoplasm before. Doesn't feel like I thought it would.”


He pulled his hand back and rubbed the ectoplasm against his fingers with his thumb, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face.


”Hey guys, you should try this. You might be surprised if you've never touched ectoplasm before.”

 

[Maverick Six]

Marcus Banecroft
Titles: Human
Interaction: Maxxob saxon Elias Wren Uasal Gaius Danius Griinia

The Manor​

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The massive sphere met his blade and gave way to an explosion and for a moment. Marcus disappeared in the ensuing release of energy -- it seemingly consuming his form entirely.

....A moment later, after all sign of the energy dissipated, he stood in the middle of the blast completely unharmed. His eyes were instinctively once more drawn to the sounds of katana slicing, creature shrieking and the sound of poetic incantation being spoken. His eyes landed on the fallen wrath just in time for Kite to smite the creature into oblivion. Before he had much to do, the creature was reduced to be a pile of goo.

He looked over to Guisseppe and saw that the old man appeared to have escaped fairly unscathed. A brief glance and everyone appeared to be fine. With a sigh of relief, Marcus moved to go pick up his spear. As he took it, he held it pointed straight up into the air like a bulky walking stick "Hello old friend...." He said to his trusty spear with a warmness to his tone. One to match the newfound sunlight which entered the room.

Now that this conflict was over, there was a little bit of time to think and converse.

"It seems this place is haunted after all." He said, stating the obvious. His eyes wandered to Guiseppe. "We'd heard rumors of such a thing before we'd come here." There was a slight shift in his tone as it was tainted with insolence and a hint of anger. One could see for a brief moment, that Marcus appeared to be glaring at Guiseppe from beneath his helm.

"Funny. Wouldn't you agree, Izaru?" He said then, to the Half-Breed. Currently, Marcus lacked in information. It was obvious the place was haunted.

After a few moments of silence, Marcus felt his focus interrupted as Kite began to...inspect the fluid left on the ground where the slain specter once was. Beneath his helm, he raised a brow. What could be seen of his scarred face was scrunched in a subtle disgust. "....No thank you. I'll leave that "task" to you, Kite." One could probably tell from his voice it was hardly something that called to him. Something did, however, call to him.

The sound of the added gunfire, first by Guiseppe and next from Azusa, made an ominous breeze start to blow from somewhere at the back of the room.

He remembers a small detail. Perhaps significant, perhaps not. But it wouldn't hurt to look before they left this room. The holes at the back of the room could easily lead to outside. But it would be odd if there was a breeze coming in from another room. Using his keen albeit human senses [Perception F], he sought to try to discern the nature of the breeze and whatever he might see from it's source. He would listen to the hole for a moment and then lean over to peer through said holes. Both the one made by Guiseppe, and the one made by Azusa.

The question of where to go next was left to the others. It was likely that Marcus wouldn't see much reason to linger in this room and would leave with the party. Earlier, he described what he had heard in the room downstairs earlier in the form of a "light shuffling" he'd heard from the kitchen.

"I am hardly an expert in the occult. But I wonder why this place is haunted. Perhaps there is an anchor here, something which yet binds the spirits of previous residents here." He said, remembering stories he was told at the monastery of all types of heroes, mythical creatures, and terrible monsters -- such as Fae abducting children into the woods, terrible dragons to be slain by valiant heroes, and ghosts who haunted areas children ought not to go. But such was mere myth and speculation.

Finding out this place was truly haunted only left Marcus with questions. Prominently, at the moment, why is this place haunted?

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Actions 1/3

1. Other - Marcus listens to the breeze coming from the back of the room and looks into the bullet holes. [Perception F]
2.
3.

 

[Uasal]

~'Nox'~

Nox observed the ectoplasm with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She had encountered various supernatural phenomena in her adventures, but ectoplasm was something she hadn't encountered firsthand before. As Kite dipped his fingers into the goo and encouraged the others to do the same, Nox hesitated for a moment before deciding to investigate it herself.

Dipping her own fingers into the ectoplasm, she noted its strange consistency. It felt cold and slightly slippery against her skin, but otherwise, it didn't provoke any adverse reactions.

"It's certainly an interesting substance," Nox remarked, licking her fingers clean. "But it lacks the essence of life. There's nothing here for me."

She couldn't help but ponder over why the ectoplasm had not triggered her vampiric instincts as she had expected. Perhaps it was due to its ethereal nature, lacking any tangible life force for her to feed upon. It was a relief, nonetheless, knowing that she hadn't been driven to the brink of bloodlust by its presence.

Turning her attention back to the group, Nox nodded in agreement with Marcus' assessment. "Indeed, there may be something anchoring these spirits to this place. It's worth investigating further."

She glanced around the room, her keen eyes scanning for any clues or signs of the paranormal. "I suggest we spread out and thoroughly search this floor before moving on. We need to ensure there are no other lingering threats before we continue our investigation downstairs."

With a determined nod, Nox prepared herself to continue the exploration, her sword still glowing faintly with the moonlight infused within it.

 

[Elias Wren]

Kite Vanzanth


Kite watched in bewilderment as Nox fearlessly ate the ectoplasm, taking a second glance at his fingers before wiping them clean on his pants. The cogs I'm his mind turned as he thought for a moment before drawing his sword and letting flames engulf the blade so he could see as he searched around the room for a container.

His search took him over to the nightstand next to the bed where a vase-like container waited for him. He picked it up with his remaining hand and turned it upside down to dump any remaining contents out before heading back over to the pile of remains and sheathing his sword. With momentary hesitation he set the container down next to the pile and began to scoop as much of the goo into it by hand.

” Ugh, it's so much worse in large quantities. I do not recommend.”

Once the deed was done he looked at his filthy hands before standing up and cleaning them on the nearby curtains, hoping Giuseppe wouldn't notice his dastardly deed. He picked up the vase and walked back to where the bulk of the group stood in time to hear about splitting up, a motion he was not fond of.

”Even if we do split up we should probably stay in medium-sized groups just in case we come across any more nightmarish creatures.”

He thought his suggestion was sound and hoped the others would listen. Kite adjusted the vase like container in his arms for a better hold, looking inside to admire the spooky fluid for a moment.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Izuru
Mentions: Maverick Six Uasal Maxxob

Once the battle was concluded and the party had survived to tell the tale. Izuru let out a sigh of relief that they only had the REST of the spooky mansion to go. Truly they were still in the den of ghosts who seemed very eager to bite his face off. Giuseppe's relatives sure knew how to set up their homes for house guests. Now Izuru would have preferred some tasteful thigh art, maybe some coffee. What he got just so happened to be pushing the limits of the already small amount of things he could actually do. Sighing, he watched on as Marcus began giving Giuseppe the death glare of the century. Part of Izuru wondered if revealing this place was formerly the workplace of a cult would help the matter resolve itself.

Surely Marcus wasn't just going to walk out because of some dark cult business? He was about to speak up when Nox ate some of the ghost jizz. Frowning at such an act, he wondered if her immune system filtered out jizz toxins. Luckily Kite didn't seem to follow in her questionable actions, not partaking in jizz consumption. Izuru turned his attention back to Marcus and decided to maybe hint at what was going on, so that Giuseppe could jump in at any time to tell it to the others with his own words. "Likely this place isn't JUST your regular ass haunting. I'd say we're dealing with either zealots or cultists. Which still makes this whole manor dangerous but also means we might get brownie points with the church... and maybe actual brownies" said the dragonkin, ignoring the fact Marcus just butchered his name.

 

[Maxxob]

Location: Bedroom
Time: Morning
saxon | Azusa
Uasal | Nox
Gaius Danius Griinia | Izuru
Elias Wren | Kite
Maverick Six | Marcus

Explore The Ruins - Darkest Dungeon

Guiseppe Gasparo
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Meeting the gaze of the armored warrior, Marcus, Guiseppe kept a neutral expression while hearing the man. His wisened, azure eyes didn't show any subtle shift despite the tone of Marcus voice. He did however adjust the frame of his glasses, appearing to be in deep thought about something, while also taking in consideration the possibilities brought up by Izuru. The dragon-humanoid could actually be very close to the truth. "As much as I hate to admit it, there were rumors inside my family that the Gasparo who owned this manor practice the darker arts... well, I suppose by now it is not rumors, but the truth. Now, if he was involved in something bigger, like a cult, is hard to say." Those words were spoken with a grave tone, the old man's voice thinking about its implications. "Still... to think this creature would linger after its possible summoner had passed away... if that were the case, at any rate." Running his fingers through his beard, his attention was shifted somewhere else.

Guiseppe watched in silence when Kite, courageously, dipped his fingers in the ectoplasm, touching the remains of the wraith. There was a subtle shift in the old merchant's posture, his expression unreadable for the moment. And, when Nox repeated the gesture, this time around even tasting the remains which coated her fingers, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, for a moment, before relaxing. While internally unnerved, his long experience as a merchant had taught him how to mask his expressions in an actor-like manner.

Upon the investigation of the bullet holes in the wall, Marcus could feel a breeze coming from them as well as a brighter ray of sunshine which, while the wraith was standing, did not exist. There was a faint sound of chirping, probably coming from some kind of bird, hinting that the wall lead to the outside. The general atmosphere of the manor had shifted, almost as if becoming 'lighter', if only slightly.

When Kite began to scoop up the Wraith's remains, the old merchant's eyebrows twitched slightly, turning around and walking up to some of the bookshelves of the bedroom. His eyes quickly scanned the spines of the books, not seeing Kite smearing the ectoplasm on one of the curtains to clean his hands, but finding not a single clue from the books themselves.

The bedroom itself had some other noteworthy findings in it:

• On top of the king-sized bed, there were many notes written in some sort of code. At the bottom of the pages, however, they were noted with standard time-keeping of dates. Upon organization, the notes began quite a few years ago and the last one dated on the same day of the last month. There weren't notes for every single day, being sporadic. On the most recent of the notes, there were three glyphs, starting from the top of the page and going to its bottom.
• Under the carpet, just in front of the bed, the very first glyph of the notes had been drawn upon the floorboards. It was hard to make-out what kind of substance had been used to create it. Furthermore, the glyph didn't seem to hold any power at the moment, being just a marking like any other.
• In a nightstand, near the king-sized bed, there was an iron key which rested upon the furniture.

Despite the bedroom itself, there were other rooms on the top-floor, most being smaller bedrooms. Upon a lengthy investigation of each one of them, there was, unfortunately, nothing noteworthy inside of them: clothing inside drawers, which were beyond ruined; a few books here and there about mundane subjects; chairs and tables; mold, quite a bit of it, some parts even having growing fungi. There was no sign of any other glyph in the top floor.