Finished [Eastern Border of the Fae See - M’lynra Village] - One Last Push

[Irihi]

Corporal Iona Glimmerleaf
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Equipped Titles: Tiny (0.2m), Fae, Fire Team Leader Mentions: Speed TheTimePiece Karcen Develius Elvario Giftvi

Glim found herself in Almeida’s pocket as the hammer-wielder took the Tank Bug to task, Valerius smashing almost completely through the monster’s defensive claws. As the joyful warrior pressed her attack on the huge adversary, Glim felt the [Appraisal E] wash over her and spied the approaching type 1’s and type 2’s. The fairy gritted her tiny teeth, her fingers tightening on the edge of Almeida’s pocket.

Irihi’s second shot would come at less than half the power of her first. It would not get through and Glim knew the necromancer wouldn’t engage the tank until she was recharged. That would leave Almeida standing alone against the massive creature. Even if it had expended its most powerful attack, it could kill the construct with its secondary strength.

Someone is going to die. Glim realized. She’d always known it; when Almeida had volunteered, there’d been a little glimmer of hope, but--no--they were still outmatched, and with the bug reserves descending upon them, they would lose someone; herself, Irihi, or Almeida.

If Irihi died now, none of them stood a chance. If the mercenary died, then they could hold out for one or two more attacks--not enough. The tank would crush her and Irihi before they could chew through its heavy armor and armaments. If Almeida dies, I’ll be next. Glim realized.

I can make it three hundred feet. I can find a place to hide. Glim hated herself for that thought; of teleporting away to save her own life. When her company had first been thrown into this meat grinder, retreating while her friends died had saved her, and deadened her soul. She had told herself she didn’t care--couldn’t care--about these swords-for-hire, but that was a lie. Memories of her own cowardice still cut her, and that little flash of self-loathing pierced the terror of these days in hell. Or I can make it ten feet. She thought, steeling herself.

Ten feet. The width of the central square back home; in the village humans, and most bigger Fae, couldn’t even see. Ten feet that chimed with fairy laughter mixed with the tinkling of the town’s font of magic. Ten feet that glowed and sparkled when the moon was full, like it had on the night she’d had her first kiss--”Oh fuck it! She didn’t have time for these sentiments.

Almeida might not notice the sudden emptiness of her pocket as a tiny weight departed. [Teleport F - Energized F - Glim warps from Almeida’s pocket into the path of the Tank Bug’s Pincer.

She couldn’t fly, but she could fall. Glim reappeared in midair above the Tank Bug, with momentum enough to strike it. As she fell, Glim took aim at the Thrower bug with one hand. If the bugs were smart, they would use it to take Irihi out. She didn’t have the range to shoot down thrower shots; her magic would rebound on her if she tried, but not if she leashed it to Glim’s shot. Maybe this would make a difference. “PRIVATE!! ON ME!! SHOOT THE FUCKING THROWER!!” She screamed as she launched [Ice Spike E] at the Thrower. Glim looked up (down) at her next target, falling toward the tank in concert with Almeida’s Grand Slam.

Summary;
Glim Teleports to attack the Bug Tank.
She launches Ice magic at the Thrower bug.

Spoiler: Glim’s Actions

Action1: [Teleport F - Into range of the Bug Tank]
Action2: [Ice Spike E at Thrower] - Magic E - Blight: Ice E - Energized E - Range E - Teaming with Irihi
Action3: [Basic Mana Attack ] - Ungraded - Teaming with Almeida
Cooldowns:
C: 1/2
D: 1/1 - Ready next round
E: 0/0 - Ready next round
(Distant Support Mages):
B: 4/4 - Ready

 

[Irihi]

Irihi Spokelse
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Irihi lowered her athane as Almedia pressed on, hammering away at the giant insectoid monster. {{“I cannot.”}} The mage replied to Almeida’s exhortation to finish off the tank. The only magic guaranteed to hit was Irihi’s overwound primary attack, and she needed a moment to recover before she could launch it again.

Like Glim and Almeida, the necromancer espied the smaller bugs rushing to aid the tank. This is the end, then. She could not defend against Thrower and Pincer, if the Thrower stayed out of melee range. Even all four of them at once were no match for her least-powerful spellcraft, but they would not attack together. The thrower would strike from beyond her range, and she would die by rock, or by her own backlashing spellcraft.

Then Irihi saw the Corporal’s ice magic. She was too far to hear Glim, but she understood the Fairy’s intention. Intoning the words of the ancient curse, she raised Corpsemourn and imbued the [Ice Spike E] with [Snapshot F(C)] as it winged downrange toward the Thrower.

Irihi could not risk launching another spell at the Pincer Bugs unless they attacked her, but she could stand them off. She lowered her Athane, still crackling with channeled Mana and tracked the Pincers as they ran past, heading for Glim and Almeida. “Come at me, insects!” She growled, hoping they would.

Irihi, despite herself, felt a twinge of regret. She could not risk aiding Almeida and Glim as they had aided her. If she fired on the bugs as they passed her, one might slay her target and cause her magic to rebound. If she teamed with her allies and the bugs teamed with their tank, Irihi’s magic would not overcome them, and it would backlash upon her. Only if the Pincer bugs were to turn to face her, alone, would she engage them with [Snapshot (D)].

Spoiler: Irihi’s Actions

Action1: Snapshot F(C) At Thrower Teaming with Glim - Magic F(C)[Backlash X3]
Action2: Snapshot (D) At Pincer (Contingent) - Magic Ungraded(D)[Backlash X3]
Action3: Snapshot (D) At Pincer (Contingent) - Magic Ungraded(D)[Backlash X3]
Cooldown E: 1/1 - Ready next turn
Cooldown F: 0/0 - Ready next turn

 

[Irihi]

Bug Tank
Even blinded, damaged, and with its low-level attacks enervated, the bug tank was still secure in the assurance of its victory. It had already analyzed, calculated, compared, and determined the outcome of this battle. It had taken damage, it might take more, but it could withstand these puny attackers. It would kill them one-by-one, starting with that necromancer. She was the only one which could pierce its armor. Without her, the others would be easy targets.

The creature had already determined that the Necromancer would not attack it this round, but it needed to keep her within range. If she moved away, she might have time to recharge and hit it with another damaging attack.

The monster had called in its reserves, and they were doing their job; the necromancer could not afford to ignore the Thrower beyond her range--it would kill her instantly if uncontested, but it would also kill her if contested. If she moved, she would die. She had no choice but to stay where she was and try a futile defense against the Thrower. With her pinned in place, the tank could crush her by teaming with the Pincer bugs.

Well, it could have, if not for the annoying fairy and hammer-wielder. Just as the necromancer could not afford to ignore its minions, the tank could not just absorb the teamed attacks from those two without contesting them. Instead of crushing Irihi, it would first have to destroy Glim or Almeida.

The hammer-wielder first then. Her blinding and damaging attacks were worse than what the fairy could launch. They had already forced it to waste time using its backup senses as it [Ecolocated F] the pair.

The tank was displeased. The tiny fairy was in the way, and she--in a spectacular maneuver--managed to thwart the thrower that should have killed the necromancer! It could not kill Almeida without going through her, first, so that is what it did. At least, with Irihi unable to attack it, it could hold back a bit, and use one of its less powerful attacks, preserving its defenses for when the necromancer and warhammer fighter were recharged.

The huge wings of the tank bug unfolded and blasted the fairy to the ground with [Wing Blast D], before smashing a huge Pincer down in a [Pincer attack F] steamrolling the combined attack of Almeida and Glim, leaving a burst of golden sparkles where it had crushed Glim--like a bug.

Spoiler: Tank Bug Actions

Actions
Action1: Echolocation F + Energized F
Action 2: Wing Attack D + Energized D
Action 3: Pincer Attack F + Energized F (+1 combo)

Bug Reserves
The Thrower Bug did, indeed, engage Irihi. It had no choice; Glim’s joint attack had forced its hand. If it did not shoot at the witch, it would be destroyed. Even so, the magic-boosted Ice Spice turned the three bricks it threw into powder, with enough energy left over to blast its tail from its body and shatter its armor. The thrower’s ranged weapon was put out of action and it was left with only its undersized pincers.

Except for the Thrower she attacked, the bug reserves ignored Irihi. Had they attacked her, they would have fared worse than the thrower. Instead, they decided to eliminate the pesky support Fairy. The bugs fell upon the smashed fairy with their powerful pinchers.

Spoiler: Reserve Bug Actions

Actions
Pincer 1,2&3:
Action 1: Move to attack Glim
Action 2: Pincer Attack F Glim/Almeida (+3 Teaming with Bug Tank)
Action 3: Move to back away from the Bug Tank as a group.
Thrower 4:
Action 1: Masonry Counter Flux C against Irihi and Glim’s attack.
Action 2: Masonry Counter Flux D against Irihi and Glim’s attack.
Action 3: Masonry Counter Flux E against Irihi and Glim’s attack.

Spoiler: Effectiveness

Bug Tank + Reserves = Blast D + Pincer F(Tank) + Pincer F(Bug) X3 =
Abil D(3) + Weap A 6 + STR A 6 + 1Combo = BE 16 (+3 teaming (3 pincer) = 19
V
Grand Slam F: STR(B)5 + Abil(F)1 + Weap(C)4 = BE 10 + 1combo + 1teamglim = BE:12
+ Blight/Enervate/Flare: Don’t Hit + Ethos F (1) + Initiative F (1)

19 Bugs V 14 Heros = 5 damage to Heroes

HP:
Glim Absorbs the attacks and dies: Componentless: 0/3, Armor 0/2, HP -1/2

Tank Continuing 1/2 Armor 4/5, HP=6/6, Pincer 1: 0/5, Pincer 2: 1/6, Wings: 6/6
Tank Blinded: 1/2
Tank Cooldown B: 1/3
Tank Cooldown C: 2/2 - Ready
Tank Cooldown D: 0/1
Tank Cooldown E: 1/1 Ready next turn
Tank Cooldown F: 0/0 Ready next turn

Type 2: Thrower Flux - Tail C4 + PRE B5 + ABIL C(D)3 - Range F(E) = 12 + 1 + 1
V
Glim + Ri: Snapshot F(C) - IntB+2(7) + CatC(4) + AbilF(C)(4) + 1teamglim = BE16
+ Blight:Ice E (2)
14Bug V 16Villian = 2 Damage + 2 Blight Damage = 4 Damage
Thrower HP: Pincers1&2 1/1: 1/1 Tail: 0/3, Armor: 0/1, HP 2/2
Cooldowns: C = 0/3

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

It seemed the Pocket fairy had escaped her pocket at some point. She wondered why she'd soon hear the latter call for shooting a Thrower, but so be it. It was also a tad sad Irihi already needed to tap out, after such a great start. To make matters worse, her follow-up attack had been pretty negated by the bug. She clicked her tongue. Where did the fairy even go? She thought she'd seen her at some point, blitzing by, but perhaps she'd been wrong.

Either way, she was annoyed to see her attack had failed. “[Tssk. Bloody buggy bastards.]” She cursed, as she went in on another attack [Full-On-Hammering E] now that she'd regained some breath.

Full-On-Hammering E – Martial Ethos E, Initiative [Attack] E, Blight (Valkanite) E, Continuing (Valkanite) E, Deflect E, Enervation E, Flare (Sight) E - Grade E – 3 actions – 1 post Cooldown.

Actions
1 / 2 / 3: [Full-On-Hammering E].
Full-On-Hammering E – Martial Ethos E, Initiative [Attack] E, Blight (Valkanite) E, Continuing (Valkanite) E, Deflect E, Enervation E, Flare (Sight) E - Grade E – 3 actions – 1 post Cooldown.

CD's
E – 0/1
F – 0/0

 

[Irihi]

Irihi Spokelse
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The corporal was dead. Irihi could feel it. Blinded as she was by her shackles, she could still sense the Un as it collected the lives of insect and fairy.

Actually, they all are dead; the Lieutenants, the sergeants, every enlisted, noncom, and officer. She thought, looking at the enormous Tank Bug and then back to the trio of type-1’s, chittering and snapping their claws. “Shit.” Irihi said quietly.

It was strange to think that her former powers--the power to rip out souls and channel the lives of those she killed--could have seen this battle won with far fewer deaths. It made her question the title of “Mad” King O’olam. Was he really so insane--or had he just cut to the quick of all war; ruthlessly spending lives to achieve goals?

And this was why Irihi did not lead. This was why she followed orders; because Glim’s death did not stain what was left of her soul as it would have if the Fairy had died by her hand, or by her word. “Goodbye, Corporal.” She said in epitaph, her bloodless hands tightening on her athane.

Irihi looked to the construct standing by her side. She should sacrifice Almeida next; send the hammer-wielder to attack the trio of bugs, alone. She would likely die, but it would buy Irihi time to eliminate the Tank. All she needed were two more good shots. Almeida’s life could buy her those. Idly, she wondered if the construct would follow orders like those.

It didn’t matter. Irihi was not a leader; she refused. If there was to be more blood on her hands, it would not be in service of anyone’s goals but her own. “Death is a doorway.” She repeated quietly. {{“I’m afraid it seems I won’t be able to keep our data, dearheart.”}} Irihi said, louder, so that Almeida could hear. She felt her the bolster on her magic fading as she turned away from those memories of bloody sacrifice on the fields of D’or Olim. This was a new world, a new beginning. Better to be an end now, as well before she took a single step on that same treadmill of atrocities she had walked over the millenia.

Irihi raised the dread scythe and swung it, still crackling with magic, over her head. {{“Strike with me if you will it. But you must retreat after.”}} She warned, describing a glowing green casting circle in the air over her head. Speaking what words she remembered of her once-powerful necromancy, she spun Corpsmourn once, twice, thrice, bending and folding the leylines upon themselves until a broad circle of necromantic power haloed her.

Slamming the butt of her athane to the ground, she drew the life from the dirt, the air, and the water all around and beneath her. The ground shattered and collapsed underfoot, unwilling to bear up the evil presence pressing down upon it. As she sank into the pit her magic had created, Irihi reached up with a final word of power, piercing the blazing runes of the casting circle overhead. The sorcery exploded outward in green lances of power as she cast [Necromantic Javelin - Death Head E(B)] upon the Tank and the Pincer Bugs

Spoiler: Irihi’s Actions

Action1-3: Necromantic Javelin E(B) at Tank Bug and 3 Pincer Bugs - Magic E(B)[Backlash X3] - Magic Targets (4) F - Magic Range F - Magic Affinity: Penetrating F - Magic Affinity: Homing E - Magic Affinity Blight: Necrotic F + Combo F(C) + Combo Ungraded (D)
Cooldown E: 0/1
Cooldown F: 0/0 - Ready next turn

 

[Irihi]

Bug Tank
The massive tank again opened it’s powerful wings, blasting its puny attackers with hurricane-force winds, dirt, and debris with [Blast C + Blast Ungraded + Blast Ungraded]. It’s sight recovered, it could see it had won; the necromancer had taken the bait--she’d had no choice, really. It would survive, heavily damaged--true, while she would not. It would have one operational weapon, it’s vast strength, and enough stamina remaining to hold until The Queen sent reinforcements. The surface cattle would become food for the h--

The Tank’s wings were obliterated by Irihi’s spell. It’s armor was completely shattered by the crushing blow of Valerius, massive chitinous plates blasted completely away by the explosive strike of the warhammer. The monster’s senses were scrambled by the shockwaves ringing through its body.

Bug Reserves
Two of the Pincer bugs turned upon their compatriot, ripping it to shreds with [Pincer Attack E] before Irihi’s magic could fall. When the necromantic struck, Bug 3 was already dead. Bugs 1 & 2 were erased from existence, flashing to dust in the torrent blazing sorcery.

Finding no target for it’s folded magic, one of the three lances of witchcraft bent skyward, describing an arc against he cloudy sky before descending upon its caster, instantly killing her on contact.

Spoiler: Effectiveness

Irihi & Almeida Action 1-3: Attack Bug Tank: Int 5 + Cat 4 + Ability 5 = BE: 14
+ 2 Homing + 1 Penetrating + 2 Combo + 1 Teaming + 2 Ethos + 2 Initiative + 2 Deflect = 26
+ 1 Blight + 2 Blight = 29
+ Continuing 0/2 + Enervation E + Flare (Sight) 0/2

Irihi Action 1: Also Targets Bug Pincers 1-3: 21 Effective + 1 Blight

Almeida & Irihi V TANK
Action 1-3: Wing Blast Counter C - Irihi = Strength 6 + Weapon 6 + Ability 4 = BE: 16
+ 1 combo + 1 Combo = 18 Total

29 V 18 = 11 damage (6 wings 3 armor 2 HP)

HP: Pincer1: 0/6, Pincer2: 1/6, Wings: 0/6, Armor B: 0/5 Vitality A: 4/6
Continuing 0/2, Blinded 0/2, Enervated E
Tank Cooldown B: 2/3
Tank Cooldown C: 0/2
Tank Cooldown D: 0/1
Tank Cooldown F: 0/0 - Ready Next Turn

Irihi V TYPE-1’s V TYPE-1
Bug 1&2:
Action 1: Pincer Attack E Bug 3 = Strength 2 + Weapon 2 + Ability 2 + Teaming 1 = 7
Action 2-3: Pincer Counter F Irihi = Strength 2 + Weapon 2 + Ability 1 + Combo 1 = 6
Bug 3:
Action 1: Dies

Effectiveness Tally:
Bug1&2 V Bug3: BE 7 V 2/2 Armor 2/2 HP = 0/2 Armor -3/2 HP (Dead)
Bug 1&2 V Irihi: BE 6 V 22 = 0/2 Pincer1&2, 0/2 Armor, -13/2 HP (Very Dead)

Backlash:
5 Damage to Irhi: -2/2 HP (Dead)

 

[Irihi]

Glim

and Irihi
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When the dust and magic cleared, only two figures remained in the town center. The Bug Tank remained, bleeding life from the effects of the hammer blow, but still armed and dangerous. Almeida seemed mostly unharmed, but exhausted and under threat from the huge insectoid warrior.

Smoldering craters and a curled-up corpse marked where the Pincer and Thrower bugs had died.

A few errant sparkles around Corporal Glimmerleaf’s tiny broken body winked out one-by-one until at last her remains were just one more sad vestige of the war that had come to the blasted and burned village of M’lyrna.

Irihi’s corpse seemed little more than a sad pile of rags in the dark and lifeless crater her sorcery had created. Her athane had stuck fast in the blighted ground; a canted sinister marker where she had fallen.

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

“{Hmmm? What do you mean?}” She'd ask, wondering why Irihi suddenly got water-shy after all. “{Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, it'll be great!}” Perhaps she was ashamed of her figure or something, that was a thing, right? The next bit was just outrageous. “{Pfft. Retreat! Hah, we nearly got this big bug bastard dead! Let's finish it off!}”

Then she saw Irihi drop dead. “{Wha...}” It was pretty upsetting. “[No fair!]” She called out. Her mind was already wondering if she could resurrect her, but right now, she feared she had bigger issues.

Seeing how there seemed to be nothing ready to attack her at the moment and how the big bug was on the defensive, Almeida decided to push on with her attacks with another [Full-On-Hammering F] now that she had the chance to finish it off, or at least try to do so.

Actions
1 / 2 / 3: [Full-On-Hammering F].
Full-On-Hammering F – Martial Ethos F, Initiative [Attack] F, Blight (Valkanite) F, Continuing (Valkanite) F, Deflect F, Enervation F, Flare (Sight) F - Grade F – 3 actions – 0 post Cooldown.

CD's
E – 1/1
F – 0/0

 

[Irihi]

Bug Tank
The ranged mage was dead. The tankbuster was dead. All that remained was to crush this annoying hammer-wielder and bring in the reinforcements that would see the town secured until it could be repaired and the final breakthrough to the See could commence.

The bug tank met Valerius with its enormous claw, thinking to smash Almeida into the ground. Yet even as pincer met hammer, the cracked appendage exploded in an explosion of power and gore. In the heat of combat, with the taste of victory in its mandibles, the bitter flavor of defeat filled the tank’s mouth.

It tasted like Valerite, as Valerius continued through the remains of the claw, smashed through the tank’s mouth, and blasted the life from the monster.

Spoiler: Bug Tank Actions and Effectiveness:

1-3: Pincer Attack B(F)
Str 2 + Weap 1 + Abil 1 + Combo 2 = 6
Str 5 + Weap 4 + Abil 1 + 1 Deflect + a bunch more stuff = 12 + some more status.
HP: Pincer1: 0/6, Pincer2: 0/6, Wings: 0/6, Armor B: 0/5 Vitality A: -7?/6
Very dead.

Reinforcements

Neat formations of dozens of type-1 and type-2 bugs were approaching M’lyrna from the East when the bug tank died. With the loss of the area controller, the formations immediately broke down. The intelligence behind the troop movements was gone, the objectives were forgotten, and the smaller bugs became mindless monsters, even less organized than pack animals.

The wave of bugs still moved forward, they still felt the urge to crush, rend, and consume, but they no longer worked together. The specialized ranged type-2’s the Hive Queen had evolved for surface combat were much less threatening. Without a driving intelligence, they no longer even noticed creatures more than thirty feet away, rendering their powerful long-ranged tails almost useless.

The type-1’s had been in the lead, and they were the first to reach the town. They flooded in between the wrecked buildings still smoldering from the bombardment. It quickly became clear why there had been no bodies in the town or the no-mans-land surrounding M’lyrna. The corpses and pieces of dead bugs slowed the advancing wave of mindless creatures, as the first on the scene stopped to feast upon the bodies of their brethren.

The corpse of the Bug Tank was an attractive target, and many of the bugs headed for Almeida and the bodies of Glim and Irihi.

Spoiler: Bug Horde Actions

10 Bugs:
Action 1-2: Run toward the bug tank.
Action 3: Stop to feast on and fight over bodies and bits of blasted bugs.
30 Bugs:
Action 1-3: Run toward The bug tank.

Summary;
The Bug Tank is destroyed.
All type-1 and type-2 bugs in the area become undirected.
A company-sized wave of reinforcements (about 40 bugs) arrives, but they are distracted by feasting on bodies. Once out of bodies, they are likely to try eating living flesh.

 

[Giftvi]

Ambient Vibes

E Grade Character
Point Booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Interaction: Irihi Elvario

As the two pincer bugs skittered up the scorched building, still fuelled by the intelligence brought by the tank-bug before its demise, to grant them a modicum of strategy. Something more fitted to those who had practised military training or anything above a ravaging beasts. Their huge frame of black carapace suited to the dank tunnels below the earth stood in contrast, against the small frame of Watching.

Both of these were magical beasts, creatures which had become fuelled by high-quantities of mana to become something more than a beast. To be something different. And in so many facets, just as much there was to contrast these bugs to Watching, there was also much similarity. These bugs which much like it were almost engineered for war, perhaps the bugs more in a literal sense then it. But its biology was made for the act of murder. For the sole act of survival through butchery. To kill was its only form of survival, after all.

In such a fashion they were so alike, rather than the black carapace was the muscle and bones inside its body, rather than their sharp claws which dug into the masonry as they climbed up. Its tail spines… They had turned almost into a literal weapon developed by mankind, and certainly utilized like such. So what differed between them and it?

What differed from these creatures, these monstrously huge bugs made for the sake of warfare, to it? Was it the lack of an individual identity which carved them as separate? Nay, its family possessed what it had. But many animals which did not seem to understand what it did… yet they could live in understanding. Was it out of what they've known? Is all they've ever known warfare, is all they've ever been directed towards malice? Is whatever directs them the sole drive towards this madness? Or was it that they were born just too big for their own instinct, were they not driven by malice or anything of the like, but rather in this fetid constant of growth. A future of their own, driven forward in a world too small to handle them?

If limited, could they ever understand living amongst other creatures, or was any future of such a kind too late now. Was all of this too late now? How doubtful of all of this would it have to remain… How will Watching feel as time passes, after it experiences more of these horrors and understands the terror of them escaping the boundary of the hive to be released into the world.

It's head hurt… Its mind assailed by thoughts, but dulled by the adrenaline running through its body. As it sat on the burning corpses of the two bugs, whose bodies it had pierced with its spine, it looked towards the two bug as they crested the roof of the building.

It knew naught what must have gone through the minds of these bugs. It knew naught how they saw it, whether as prey, an enemy that must be killed not for the sake of food, but for the sake of the hive. Or could they see it as more than such? Nay, not at this moment, as they snapped forward at Watching with their powerful claws it received their response. It understood perfectly what it was to them, and so it would have to be the same to them.

As the two lancer bugs snapped towards where Watching was with their powerful claws, tearing into the remains of the other bugs which it had stood upon, they became confused, suddenly having lost sight of their prey. Quickly, their mandibles began to make clicking noises to find their target, as their heads turned to look towards Watching.

As it had raced across the body of the first lancer bug, piercing its spine into the side of the creature. Before with brute strength, dragging the spine across through the hard carapace as it ran upon the back of the pincer bug. The audible horrified screech of the pincer bug, which had underestimated this creature, echoed out in response to being disembowelled.

Its body shifted and shook, trying to throw Watching off, as the second pincer bug thrust its claw towards Watching it would grasp onto Watching right arm. But instead of it escaping the grasp, from the shoulder it moved forward, as through brute strength it tore off the right arm itself.

Blood splattering immediately all over, but it moved forward, jumping off to use its tail to parkour down below the first pincer bug's stomach. Pulling out the spine in the movement as it did so, the bug visibly succumbing to the horrible pain as the deadly wound was dealt. Out of sight of both bugs, in but only a horrifyingly short span of time, the bleeding stump of what had been its arm stopped fully, within only but a second.

Running below the stomach, it jutted upward to stab the Pincer Bug inside its core. A horrible screech piercing the area, but it wasn't finished, the pincer in the adrenaline attempted to sting Watching as it moved out from underneath it, but it was too slow. Its body already beginning to fail under its wounds, its major organs badly injured. Watching jumped up towards the second pincer bug as it attempted to synchronize its attack with the flailing comrade, and would hit only air. Watching, moving up the length of its claw to pierce the spine down into the head of the bug. Screeching out in horror of what it was experiencing. They had put up a fight, but yet it was entirely one-sided.

Watching jumped as the pincer bug tried to shake the creature off of it, stabbing the spine down with the momentum into the nape of its neck. Its body seizing from the sudden moment as its body was severed from its brain, reflexively the stinger pierced toward towards Watching. But as it was to assail Watching, the spine within its remaining hand pierced straight through the stinger itself. Leaving its natural weapon useless, and flailing for a few seconds as Watching stood upon its body. Looking down upon the prey which it had killed.

It had elsewhere to be.

---

Flare and Yuna would have only faintly seen the circumstances as they happened, perhaps, depending on how long it took her to deal with the pincer bugs which assailed Yuna. But just as it finished the fight, its head turned to look towards the chaotic flash of mana which assailed the village. And began to jump and run amongst the debris of the village towards the centre, to find out what happened to the people who had chosen to fight the tank.

Rushing forward as it heard, before even seeing the hoard of bugs which began to stampede on the corpse of this village, with every intention to arrive before any of them could get close to the people there. As Almeida would see it jump off a rooftop in the town centre, its right arm had already entirely regrown, and it looked upon the horrible scene which was in front of it.

It looked upon the mess that everything had been reduced to, and towards Almeida, who was the only one still standing.

Watching moved before it would ask any questions, grabbing the horribly tiny broken body of Glim, which had turned into as much of a bleak visage of what was before like this village. Cradling her body in its left arm as it held its spine with its tail. Looking towards Almeida hopefully as its attention was upon Irihi, almost visually begging for her to take the corpse with her. Even though it seemed like it had never met the woman before in its entire life.

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Cooldowns:
B (X) | C (X) | D (X) | E (X) | F (0/1) | Regen (0/6)

Statistics:
HP: 3/3 {D grade Speed}
Armour: 1/1 {F grade Natural Light Armour}
Weapon: 3/3 {D grade Natural Weapon}

 

[Develius]

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Language Key:
| Common | {Sylvan} |
Mentions:
| Irihi [Irihi, Corporal Glim] | Karcen [Seranphina] | Giftvi [Watcher] | TheTimePiece [Yunaesa]
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The bellowing flames released from Flare's chest cascaded over the incoming bugs, broiling the thrower bugs way in the back thanks to Watcher's assistance. However, the pincer bugs closer to Flare would take up evasive maneuvers, splitting off quickly into pairs as their armored carapaces nulled the impact of the fiery attack. The fire elemental's strongest attack had only limited success; but had otherwise mostly failed... a terrifying realization within the face of these many enemies.

"Crap." Flare hissed irritably to themself as they made their way towards Watcher, "That was a waste of energy."

This was a setback. Not a terribly bad one, but they had to ensure cooperation and teamwork in order to win the battle. Seeing Yuna now becoming alone in the fight, it would be unwise to leave her alone her. They had to act now! Gripping Sera's blade, Flare rushed towards the pincer bug heading towards them and began slashing at their head with all of their might, attempting to decapitate and/or rip open its mouth, before finishing it off with a clock to its head with a [Flame Punch F].

The battle would be brutal, as Flare and Sera fought for their lives through tooth and nail against the ever amassing horde. They only hoped they'd give enough time for the others to make it to the tank bug and finally end this. Because at this rate, they were going to to sink deeper into hot water.

And then, suddenly, they got their wish. A large explosion rippled where the tank bug was located, prompting Flare to glance over at the carnage ensuing. "T-They did it!" Flare exasperated relievingly. Almeida had dealt the final blow against the tank bug. Their fighting had surely not gone in vain.

Yet what they couldn't have possibly predicted, even against their more optimistic mindset, were the deaths of not one but two certain individuals. Corporal Glim's body lain mangled and broken, as the last of her pixie dust began falling to the ground. And Irihi; her corpse now sapped of energy and reduced to a pile or rags. The two had perished through means they didn't witness. Flare's heart sunk, finding themselves overwhelmed with questions and utter confusion. "Glim! Irihi!" they yelled, attempting to alert everyone, "How did they-? What happened?!"

But before they could race towards the bodies, reinforcements arrived. More bugs. Around forty strong. "Ohhhhh..." Flare groaned awkwardly with dread at what was coming down, "That's... that's not good."

What they'd soon notice was that they weren't nearly as coordinated as before. WIth the mastermind tank bug now destroyed, they now seemed keen to merely fend for themselves as they feasted on the dead corpses laying around. They weren't directly focused on the fighters anymore... but it wouldn't mean they were rendered harmless by any means. Fighting them all alone would be practically suicide. And with Glim and Irihi now out of the picture, all sense of unity and drive to fight on their side had been snuffed out too.

Not even Flare was willing to continue.

"Well Sera..." they muttered towards their spirited companion, "We gave it our best shot... but I think it's safe to say we're quite done here. Let's get the bodies and get the hell outta here."

Seeing Watcher come over to retrieve Glim, Flare then yelled towards their remaining companions to follow suit, both in common and sylvan. "LETS GO! GRAB THE BODIES AND LETS GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! WE'LL MEET IN THE WOODS!"

Flare would retaliate at any incoming bugs as they oversaw the evacuation, ensuring the bodies were collected before they'd retreat back to the woods from which they'd emerged for a final assessment.

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ACTIONS:
3/3 HP (D-Grade Vitality)
2/2 Armor ([Heavy Armor + Catalyst] E)

1. Slash Sera's Blade into [Pincer 1]'s head.
2. Stab Sera's Blade into [Pincer 1]'s mouth.
3. [Flame Punch F] at [Pincer 1].

• Flame Punch F - [Magic F, Fire Affinity F, Fire Blight F, Continuing F, Selective F, Energized F] - +0 Cooldown - Flare punches an opponent with a flame-imbued fist.

COOLDOWN F: +0 [READY NEXT POST]
COOLDOWN E: +0 [READY NEXT POST]

 

[Karcen]

Seranphina
Languages common, Terran​

Finally it was over the last bug was felled by flare and the explosions in the distance were likely the end of that stupid tank bug. This job was done and they could leave and report this bullshit to the guild. Maybe the see would lose their clout with the guild if it was shown they just wanted the people they hired to die. How nice that would be but the see likely had enough of whatever they used to commission jobs to sweep this under the rug. That was annoyingly how the world worked.

Then they got to the tank bug and there was only one survivor, and or wasn't one of the two people Sera had cone to dislike. Well one and a half she hated irihi's attitude but the witch herself was a bit lower one shit list than glim. Well they were both dead and would be bug food a fitting end. Death was a doorway and hopefully a one way one at that.

" Why do we need thier bodies they betrayed us." well one had " besides Mrs death is a doorway will be back by next week if her boasting was anything to go by " seraphina sighed.

Flare at least was sensible about leaving when the next wave of bugs showed up, a wave no one had told them about. This while mission was a cluster and seraphina was more than happy to just be done with it.

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi | Yuna TheTimePiece | Purpler Giftvi | Flare Develius
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

“[MUAHUAHAHA, get fucked scrub!]” She laughed upon seeing Valerius finally smash through the tank bug like he was supposed to have been doing from the very beginning. “[Well done Valerius!]” She'd compliment her trusty hammer.

There was only one thing that let her down. Irihi seemed pretty dead. “[Tssk... You're not getting off that easy...]” She mumbled. Resurrection was a thing, wasn't it? It was worth a shot at least. They had a bathhouse to visit, after all. She'd move over to Irihi's body picking it up and trying to fling it over her shoulder whilst wielding Valerius one-handed with the other arm.

“[Oh, back off! I had dips on her!]” She called out to the bugs that were trying to feast on Irihi's corpse. Should any of them get too close, she'd strike at it with a [Tiring Hammer E] whilst trying to retreat.

Noticing Yuna had caught up, she'd call out. “[Yuna! Can you help cover me?!? I want to try drag her back with us!]” She'd inform her trusty ally of her plans, as she felt like this plan would be doomed to fail without some aid.

She'd notice Purpler had joined in as well. “<Ah, Purpler, buddy, did you find the fairy? Good! Let's try take her back as well!>” She'd acknowledge his efforts. “<You surely got the easier one though, she's heavier than she looks!>” She'd call out, regarding Irihi. In truth, it was probably just Almeida being more weary from the battle than she'd wish to admit.

The was a tad surprised that first Purpler, now Flare, were going on about the body she'd already been planning to drag along. They'd made a bathhouse deal and a deal was a deal, after all. “{I'm already doing so, just cover me!}” She called back at Flare, a tad annoyed.

Actions:
1: Move / Pick up Irihi.
2: Tiring Hammer-On E – Martial Ethos E, Initiative [Attack] E, Blight (Valkanite) E, Continuing (Valkanite) E, Enervation E - Grade E – 1 action – 1 post Cooldown.
3: Retreat

CD's
E – 0/1
F – 0/0

 

[TheTimePiece]

Yunaesa
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Interactions: Irihi Elvario Giftvi

The big boom was pretty exciting for Yunaesa and Zjorn. What she hadn't been expecting necessarily was the chaos that ensued, it didn't take Yunaesa much to see that the bugs looked less coordinated, and instead of acting like an organized army, now they were sort of just doing what bugs did, that didn't change the fact there was still a good deal of them and they were dangerous, plus evidently there had been causalities on the field, which was quite unfortunate to say the least.

When she heard Almeida call out to her, she'd call back "[Sure me and Zjorn will cover, Mission's pretty much in the bag! let's get Glim and Irihi out of here!]" Also taking note of what Purpler had done. Purpler seemed like a pretty cool person if they were willing to help get someone off the battlefield in hopes they could be revived presumably, Yuna could understand why it seemed like Almeida thought Purpler was pretty cool, as Yuna found herself thinking similarly with how they fought and helped others out.

"[Zjorn says that Valerius did an awesome job back there!]"

She'd come over to assist with a
Zooming Zjorn's Zinger F - [Specialize] Fighting Style F Zjorn’s Mechanized Melee, Incurable F, Fast F
Yunaesa moves up to 40 ft and slashes and or stabs a single target up to 5 ft away from her to try to inflict a wound which is more difficult to heal.- Grade F, 0 Post Cooldown.

To hit any bugs that tried to get near Almeida in her efforts. Depending on what was needed Yunaesa would go in for another basic and or movement action to keep the momentum while they were on the move, possibly assisting Purpler if they needed help too on the way out and she was capable of providing it.

Spoiler: Actions

Actions: 1 & 2: Zooming Zjorn's Zinger F
3: basic attack or move depended on what's needed to most help.

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[Develius]

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Language Key:
| Common | {Sylvan} |
Mentions:
| Irihi [Irihi, Corporal Glim] | Karcen [Seranphina] | Giftvi [Watcher] | TheTimePiece [Yunaesa]
(Irihi had granted permission for us to move the party along for this round. I have volunteered.)​

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Flare felt a little annoyed by Sera's constant negativity between those two, despite understanding where she was coming from. "As a sign of respect." Flare sighed, "Besides, I wouldn't say they 'betrayed' us... 'unorganized' or 'unprofessional' seems more appropriate. Either way, I'd rather they get properly buried or are returned somewhere than just leaving them out here as bug food. We did fight with them after all, so we should have the decency to at least do that. Look, we'll discuss what to do with them once we get out of here, ok?"

Hearing Almeida state how she's working on collecting Irihi's body, and seeing Purpler retrieve Glim's tiny form, the fire elemental oversaw their collection while guarding them from any bugs who happen to get close. This wasn't quite how they envisioned seeing the fight go, but for their sake it was for the best. Both sides have been disarmed of their leaders and without them the followers had no idea how to proceed further. Perhaps if Flare and the others had been officially drafted in the war would they strive to win, but they currently held no such obligations. This war was beyond their scopes from what the guild told them.

Once the bodies were accounted for, Flare guided them back towards the dead woods from where they emerged. Even so, they did feel like they were missing someone... though they hoped wherever they may was able to get away too. Descending deeper into the brush, they'd eventually stop and proceed to sit down for a moment, taking a moment to reflect what had all happened. The FURNACE crunched against the dead leaves as they sat down against a pale birch tree, before unsheathing Sera's blade and propping it next to them. The flames within Flare were now more dulled, emitting a soft glow as the height of the action seceded. They were exhausted... as no doubt the others were as well.

"So," Flare started as they looked at everyone, "All... this just happened outta nowhere. We all did a great job given what we were dealt with." They each gave an individual nod towards all the mates involved; Almeida, Yunesea, Watcher, and of course Seranphina. "It certainly was a... stressful battle." Their glance then peered towards the bodies of Glim and Irihi on the floor. "Now..." they said with a careful tone, "I think it's safe to say the folks we were under were... flawed to say the least. Though they seemed to have tried their best... well, one of them more so than the other I guess. Regardless, they did fight for us and contributed to the battle... didn't want to just leave them to be eaten by bugs. That just... feels wrong."

"And that... leads to my first question with you all. What should we do with them? I was thinking we oughta return them to their superiors, but given we don't have a good idea who and where they are - let alone anyone capable of telling us this information really - either we take em back to the guild or we bury 'em."

 

[Karcen]

Seranphina
Languages common, Terran​

Respect, respect for a traitor and someone who wouldn't care? Seraphina had been slightly wrong in calling them both traitors, as Irihi had told them. Which had to aginst orders, which annoyed Seraphina that she went aginst some but not others then claimed no autonomy. That woman was annoying and despite not being traitor she didn't see what difference getting the bodies or not made, they would be bug chow only the size changed. The others however, seemed to want to get the bodies back so it seemed only Seraphina cared about the whole plan human shield thing. The little purple thing had been on the other team, but seraphina wasn't mad at it because it hadn't made the plan or been in command or just been annoying.

When Flare spoke seraphina, two seraphina appeared as it was about time they included the two girls in everything so seraphina set up a second firm in tge illusion one to speak common the other to speak Terran both speaking at the sane time. " If half the nonsense Irihi said was true she will be back soon enough, death is a revolving doorway for her it seems " Seraphina shrugged her voice not carrying the anger one might expect but more the annoyance of talking about some show off. It was hard to maintain much hate after the heat of battle died and she was just annoyed by the witch anyways.

" I do wonder if people in this world get reborn in others well or this if the final stop. " Seraphina mused Irihi had given out more than Seraphina had wanted to say already so her secret was out. " Though I guess that would only be glim. So anyone know how the see does burials? " she asked knowing there was no point in saying who cares leave them to rot they would have done the same, actually irihi would have laughed so we are already better.

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi | Yuna TheTimePiece | Purpler Giftvi | Flare Develius
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

“[Alrighty! Keep 'em off of us, the both of you!]” She'd state to Yuna, as she kept dragging Irihi. “[Thanks! Valerius thinks Zjorn will been able to do an equally awesome job soon enough!]” She'd reply to the next bit.

Somehow they managed to retreat without much issue as I guess we're skipping over that bit after all? and reconvened in the safety of the forest lines. Flare started talking after sitting down, though Almeida would just give 'em the usual blank stare of 'I got no clue what you're on about', which was pretty much the case. “{Why did we stop, do you need to rest or refuel or something?}” She'd ask Flare.

Seranphina would suddenly speak in Terran, which confused her more. “[What nonsense are you talking about? I only recall she promised to visit a bathhouse with me. Do you think there's bathhouses that resurrect folk? Something with magic water or something? I want to throw her in one, in that case! That'd be a great surprise, no? To not only be alive again, but to be alive again in the relaxing setting of a bathhouse!]”

She looked a Yuna, suddenly dead serious. “[Yuna, if I ever die, promise to try resurrect me in a bathhouse. I'd do the same for you.]” This was a very, very serious promise.

“[Don't they just get reborn in this world? There's a lot of resurrection options, I think, or I think I once heard something about that, maybe?]” She'd reply again to Seranphina next. “[I got no clue how they do burials, but I'm gonna go take Irihi to a bathhouse, as we've got a promise to keep!]” She'd state.

 

[Giftvi]

Ambient Vibes

E Grade Character
Point Booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Interaction: Irihi Elvario Develius Karcen TheTimePiece

As the bodies were accounted for and the group began to methodically carry the bodies across the village, and debris filled remains of what had once been a beautiful grassland around the village itself. Slowly but surely they had found some manner of peace and quiet. Though how much that could be actually be the case could be questioned. However, if it was, Purpler seemed to not have given a moment's of relaxation yet, for however tense they still appeared, carefully cradling Glim in its arms as a protective guardian. Whether it knew that resurrection was even on the table in the first place. Though earnestly by how these other individuals seemed to think of such a miracle as resurrection, perhaps the fact it questioned such or didn't think of such wasn't even upon their minds. After all, each and every single one of them had been reincarnated in some form or another into this world, whilst it solely was a native denizen which had known no other life than such.

Flare addressed the group, and its head shot up towards her, a bit too ansty still. Though Watching seemed to visibly start to relax as the distance they had cleared made it certain that they were safe, ish. Whatever rampaging monstrosities now tore through their comrades and whatever remained of the village proper wouldn't likely follow after them with the tank having been destroyed. Listening attentively to Flare, it certainly had some opinions upon what Flare had to say about this, but it wouldn't voice them. Not at this moment. It thought better of such. Whatever was of her opinion was her own prerogative, after all, it was about to speak up. But it stammered to write anything down for a moment with its tail holding the wooden board and to write with its remaining fully regrown arm.

Though the momentary confusion could have been chocked up to simply the fact, it was befuddled by two illusions of Seraphina speaking at the very same time. Especially with how sensitive its ears were there. It couldn't understand a word of what Almeida had been saying, but it decided to write down what words were important to it to the rest of them as they were talking amongst each other. Visibly and awkwardly writing with one hand whilst holding the wooden board with its tail, which it obviously had done very rarely and made the handwriting a lil wonky, “I have no idea on what you mean with guild, if I'm honest. I volunteered for this, but I intend to travel further southward towards where the war preparation against the bugs is ongoing, so if needed I'll carry both of them myself to the superiors there. I… do not know how the See handle a burial after all, nor can I return to where the others had perished to bury them with the other bugs besieging the place.” As it looked towards Almeida briefly, knowing the wooden board wasn't anything she could read either, before looking towards Seraphina in hopes of her being able to translate for it. Rather than having to write all of such down again in Beastial given the pace of this multi-sided conversation. And when it looked towards Seraphina, it looked not towards the illusion which spoke in front of them, but rather the sword itself which Flare had by their side.

 

[Irihi]

Giftvi Elvario TheTimePiece Develius Karcen

Pincer Bugs Attacking Watching of Reflection
Had they been creatures with mind enough to comprehend, the pincer bugs would have disbelieved that this diminutive adversary could deal so much damage to their heavily-armored carapaces, let alone the vitals beneath. They snapped and stung at the wriggling purple creature in vain as it opened their veins and pinned their tissues with its razor-sharp spine. Before the Tank Bug died, it lost contact with the two insectoid monsters that Watching had dispatched.

…

The bug reinforcements were little more than a mindless herd by the time they reached the spot where Watching evacuated Glim’s corpse. Such a tiny bit of sustenance might not even had gathered their notice, but the point was moot as the remains of the fairy were gently collected and whisked away by the battle-hardened creature.


Pincer Bugs Attacking Yuna, Flare, and Seraphina
The two pincer bugs attacking Yunaesa were stopped in their tracks by the buzzing of Zjorn. Even though the chainsword could not pierce their armor quickly enough to keep them from reaching its wielder, it gave them pause. That pause allowed Flare and Seraphina to smash a hole in Pincer 1’s head with the sentient sword. A screech from the bug was silenced as a flaming fist caved in its mandibles and burned the bug from the inside out, Flare’s [Flame Punch] causing the monster to balloon grotesquely before it deflated, the smoke and steam of its destroyed innards issuing from the cracks in its armor.

The second pincer bug clicked loudly, scanning with its echoes for the true location of Flare and their weapon. It found them right as Seraphina staked the monster to the ground, like a beetle pinned in an insect collection. The bug screeched, but the sound of it was drowned out by the change in pitch of Zjorn as Yuna sawed into and then through the monster’s armor. The chainsword ground through chitin, then muscle, then finally nerve and brain tissue as it cut a deep and deadly gash in the creature.

Disorganized Herd of Bugs Most of the pincer bugs flooding into town headed for the remains of the bug tank. A few stopped to hiss and snap at Watching of Reflection as it retreated bearing Glim’s remains. The menacing spike--and the small size of the purple “snack” made it a target not worth bothering over and Watching was left alone during its retreat.

The pincer bugs avoided the lifeless crater where Irihi had fallen. Whatever lay within did not smell like food; it smelled like death. When Almeida picked up the remains of the sorceress, she too was ignored and avoided--as if she were invisible, or wearing some sort of powerful bug repellant. The construct that joined Almeida--with her body only partially made from flesh, and her menacing chainsword--did not add to the appeal of the pair of living, and one lifeless, bodies. Their retreat, as well, was unobstructed by the monsters flooding the town.

See Forces
While the four remaining fighters of Bravo squad, and one remnant of Alpha, debated what to do next, they heard the now-familiar whooshing of incoming long-range magic. It was fortunate that none of the fighters had remained in the town, as it was abruptly blanketed in a second round of explosive fire magic. This time the artillery fire was unguided, falling randomly on the ruins of M’lynra and the surrounding fields. Though the bombardment was much more random, none of the bugs in the town made any attempt at taking cover, and the majority of the mindless creatures were cut down by fire, concussion, and flying shrapnel.

The explosive fire magic was far enough away that it posed no threat to the mercenaries and soldier, but it was yet another reminder of how willing the See was to spend lives to try to plug the gap in their lines.
…

After the bombardment The small group of mercenaries--all that remained of the company that had assaulted M’lynra--would be alerted to the approach of something or someone by footfalls in the dry dead leaves of the forest floor.

The tread turned out to be hoof-falls as a shadowy figure in the forest gloom revealed itself to be a satyr wearing the colors of the regular Fae See forces. {“Hail, friends!”} The satyr called in Sylvan as he approached. {“I’ve a message for Sergeant Ironfoot, from Captain Elandoriel, do you know where I can find him?”}

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi | Yuna TheTimePiece | Purpler Giftvi
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

“{Heyo!}” She'd greet the satyr that went for them. As for his question, she frowned. “{I'm not sure who that is, but I do know the other team got hit pretty badly by the thrower bugs over in that direction.}” She pointed at where she thought she'd seen Glim go and the other team go down and all that. “{So I'm not sure if he'd even be alive. Ah, on the topic of that, we lost the Fairy and our Elf as well. Do you know if there's any bathhouses with resurrection magic we can bring to revive them? Or well, the Elf, at least. I have a promise to keep with {{Dearheart}} here that I intend to keep.}” She nodded to herself to put some power behind those words.

She looked at Purpler, who'd been writing lots of weird scribbles. “<Are you going to bring the fairy to a resurrection bathhouse as well, Purpler?>” She'd ask him.

 

[TheTimePiece]

Yunaesa
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Interactions: Irihi Elvario

"[Aye Aye!]" Yunaesa called out in response to Almeida.

Yunaesa was pleased to hear Valerius thought Zjorn would be able to do cool stuff soon enough. Even if Yunaesa couldn't understand all the words being spoke, Zjorn cutting through into an insect's brain was a universal language which she could understand and had no issues with speaking. Thankfully she was able to retreat.

"[OOoh That'd be cool! I hope there's a resurrection bathhouse somewhere!]"

She then looked to Almeida and nodded, "[Alright! I'm not planning on letting you die Almy but if it happens then I promise I'll try to make your resurrection happen in a bath house! And I'm totally cool if you do that for me too because that sounds like a great way to come back to life!]"

"[I might have heard about resurrection options as well, pretty sure people can come back in different ways and have been confirmed too as well!]"

"[Yeah we gotta get Irihi to a bathhouse and back alive, cause otherwise Almeida won't be able to keep her promise! And I don't think our combat companion was all too ready to die yet!]"

By the time the group was on the move, not really understanding the majority of what was being said, it sounding more like a gargled mess, she just sort of gave an enthused wave to the Satyr and stood by on standby awaiting for further instructions, even with the losses they had dealt a lot of damage to the bugs which was a good thing. If Officer Surius was there he probably would have just reminded her to stay objective and focus on the results rather than worrying about those who had been lost, but she wanted to help them out even so!

"[Both we should..help both out! so they can join us at the bathhouse!]"

 

[Giftvi]

Ambient Vibes

E Grade Character
Point Booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Interaction: Irihi Elvario Develius Karcen TheTimePiece

Watching looked towards the satyr man for a brief moment, hailing him forwards towards the rest of them before writing up a response for Almeida, who politely asked what it was trying to say with all of those common scribbles it knew she couldn’t understand and decided to make it a quickly paced challenge to write it out properly for them to understand too. Though it paused once more for a moment now as it heard the last word of her sentence, and looked up towards Almeida with a visibly confused expression, unblinking as it its slanted eyes were trained on her. Before beginning to write, “<A resurrection bathhouse? I don’t think I understand with whatever part of the conversation I had missed there, sorry. But, could they be brought back? That’s a relieve… Though I … it can only be those two… Right? But I was saying, I’ll be heading to the southern warfront, but I’d love to talk a bit more after so long. Also, what do you mean by Purpler? Is that referring to me?>” As Watching had only ever heard Almeida say it in different languages before, it was the first time it had to properly either hear of Almeida trying the word into Beastial, or it was Almeida basically trying to force the Terran word they had made up into a Beastial sentence. Both options must have sounded really messy regardless.

Before then looking towards the satyr and replying as quickly as it could write, as the fae stood there waiting at the gawking group who were discussing primarily amongst each other, as it was apparent none of them were particularly fond of the Fae after all that had happened. “I didn’t understand your words there, but it is good to see another fae soldier. I don’t understand if they can be revived or not, if so we must have haste, Corporal Glim Glimmerleaf perished in battle alongside Irihi. And I was the at the scene with him when Sergeant Ironfoot perished in battle, to my chagrin.” It said as it held its board close to its chest after allowing the satyr to read it, trying its best to show the pain it felt as it did some sort of condolences. Not knowing how much this soldier had ever heard or spoken to the dwarf before. “I wish escort you to the scene, and to partake in the recovery of anything which remains, if the help would be appreciated in any manner, it is the least I wish to do.”

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

Spoiler: full image and source

From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi | Yuna TheTimePiece | Purpler Giftvi
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

“[Cool! That means that even if the worst will happen, it won't be all that bad!]” She was pretty happy, until she realised something horrible. “[We'd need to figure out what to do should the worse worst happen though, what if we both die? I don't think Valerius and Zjorn can take us to a resurrection bathhouse. Do you think we can leave some sort of will somewhere, to get it arranged?]” That was surely something they'd have to look into.

“[Indeed, it sounds like death is like sleeping here, except you go to sleep in a far more painful and dramatic way... Oh, I did hear rumours once, that each time you die, a piece of your soul gets chipped off. Do you think such a thing can be real?]” She'd ask.

She'd nod to Yuna. “[Indeed! Besides, we weren't able to bring our mirror friend or the other friends we made last time, just Decimus, so we should at least try to bring more folk again this time, right?]” She'd ask/confirm with Yuna. The latter seemed to agree. “[Both for sure!]” She'd reaffirm.

“<Yep! A resurrection bathhouse. The See is full of magic and people live really long here, bathhouses are great and I heard nudity is pretty common here, so folk shouldn't be shy. That means that clearly, a resurrection bathhouse should exist, right? Long lives, lots of magic, accepted nudity, I'd fit right in with all of that!>” The flawless logic of someone with [Loose Screws] struck again.

“<The southern war-front? You're gonna fight even more? Yikes... I'd almost wish to join you to ensure you'd not get killed as well or to bring you a resurrection bathhouse if you did... Ah, would you need to go through the female or male changing room if I ever had to recover your body and bring it into a resurrection bathhouse?>” Those were the really important questions. “<Of course you are Purpler, aren't you?>” Wait a second... “<Wait, are you? I think I called you that due to not knowing your name, but like, you seemed to respond, so I sort-off assumed I was right... Ehm. Are you not Purpler?>” That was highly confusing.

 

[Giftvi]

Point Booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Mentions: Elvario

Before it would have addressed the satyr man, it stuck around for a brief moment longer with Almeida as she reacted to its words, just as much it was stuck on how to properly reply to her. It awkwardly stood there, its arm still full due to Glim which is clutched to make certain her body wouldn't be stained or harmed further, at least as much homage it could give a fellow person. Though the fact that resurrection, the concept of something which was dead being brought back to life, was a wondrous fact. But also just as chilling of an idea, depending on how one would look towards it.

Its left arm would begin to write once more upon the wooden board held by its tail as it would reply to Almeida, the handwriting still a little shaky and messy compared to the quality it normally gave each letter, “<Huh. Are you what people refer to as a nudist? Is that why you wear such little clothing? I had thought it was due to feeling a little of the cold air, due to the weird metal thing going on. Perchance it exists, I've seen many strange things on my journey I never imagined. So I'm sure you'll find one. But yes. I won't feel right if I walk away from this, I want to do something about it.>” Before then erasing its paints messily with its elbow. And continuing to write by finger painting, to once more show the second message to Almeida, as it seemed not so be stuck on finding any words. But Watching seemed to erase some of the words it wrote with its elbow and redraw them as if trying to find the proper ones, to finally end on: “<Uhm, I mean, we met in Nan-pass before. But… I don't really know what Purpler means, I have a name though, or at least the one I gave myself, even if most people seem to find it strange. Watching of Reflection, that's what I refer to myself as. And uhm, I don't think I've anything you would quantify as 'female or male', at least from the people I've met… Some fae and beastkin seem a little similar, but often then not as well. I don't know how to really answer this myself, I'm just me.>”

 

[Elvario]

Almeida

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From: Almeida

Mentions: Irihi | Purpler Giftvi
Languages: Common | [Terran] | %Analog% | <Beastial> | {Sylvan}

She'd patiently wait for Purpler to write down all it wanted to 'say' on its board, leaning forwards to try reading all that text on such a small surface area. It was really testing her reading skills for sure. “<A nudist? Nah. I'd be down to try it, as it sounds like a fair bit of fun, but I think that it'd not be appropriate in most settings. You were correct in that I just like to keep my clothing amounts minimal to ensure that I don't overheat. Especially with the metal and construct bits meeting flesh, it can get pretty hot and I'm not talking about the fun kind. Same for some of the more mechanical organs.>” She'd explain. That reminded her. “<Wait, wouldn't you be a nudist yourself?>” Talk about pot and kettle.

One bit confused her. “<What 'this' don't you want to walk away from? The war between the East Empire and See? The bug nest? The folk that died? All of that?>” She wondered what Purpler's personal stake in these events was about.

“<Yep, I've been calling you Purpler when we met before, though then I pronounced it more like [Purpler] cause I hadn't figured out how to make it work in Beastial yet>” She'd reaffirm. “<Purpler is like... you're purple, you look a bit like a dog, but the cuter kind, a puppy, so like. Purpler. Ehm. Yeah.>” She explained how he'd gotten this glorious nickname. “<Watching of Reflection? That is indeed an odd name. Why'd you go for that? Why would you be watching your reflection?>” She didn't get it.

“<Oh, kinda like me, I guess, though I was just made different and it doesn't matter much cause I'm female enough overall, I think, but like...>” She got lost in what she was going for with that train of thought. “<So if we'd ever need to bring you to a resurrection bathhouse, we should just smuggle you in or throw you across the fence or something?>” Those were the real questions. “<I don't think bathhouse offer 'just me' options, otherwise I'd probably pick that one as well.>” She'd nod to herself.