Fantasy Guild of Heroes: Origins

[Epiphany]

Callandar "Callie" Stormbringer
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The dragon had no objection or others critiquing her plans, nor any real attachment to them at all. The plans or the people. The swift dispatching of the soldier, the donning of disguises and the suddenly time limit upon them were much more important. She pondered her own magical repertoire and, unsurprisingly, found she didn't have many spells designed for subtlety. She was a dragon.

One thing came to mind. Callie looked down at the soldier slain by Scarlet and stripped for his clothing. She bent over his prone form, muttered black incantations and the body suddenly jerked as necromantic energies pulled it like a puppet on strings. Satisfied, the wizard straightened...only then noticing that the moth girl had gnawed her way through a section of the robes she wrapped herself in. Frowning at the realization, she turned a glare at the small, petite thing only to see the girl cowering from her and being taken up by the clumsy girl, who spoke words of gentle comfort.

Rolling her eyes, Callie regarded the state of her robes with some dissatisfaction. Then she simply went to the buttons fastening them and undid them, stripping off the damaged garment and tossed it to the moth girl. "Might as well have the rest."

Clad in only a thin shirt and underwear, the white-haired wizard frowned in Aunran's direction. "So, three of you will be disguising yourselves. What about the rest of us? Come running when we hear explosions?"

The dead soldier bumped into her back, distracting her and she glared at the corpse. Bodies were useful, except when they were useless.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette
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Spoiler: Appearance

Everything seemed to be falling apart, not that Hermione was totally surprised. This was not exactly a tightly ran military operation. She was at this point trying to think of any way she could sneak out of here undetected so she could go back to… well, doing nothing. But that was what she was good at! She was not cut out for this shit!

Recovering from having her tail stood on, she managed to catch up with the rest of the group, she looked at Ayisha as she spoke to her again, keeping the same husky tone as before. Hermione bit her lip and her tail quivered as her grubby cheeks became more flushed. Dammit… she just wanted to pull her into an empty tent and get this over with, this was driving her crazy!

As she watched the males change outfits, she saw Aunran growling at Lumu in a pretty hostile manner with Kasumi defending her. Hermione sighed with a frown, at least the clumsyy Samuri actually seemed to care about other people. She would have said something too but she doubted her opinion would be welcome. Typical that he would mention the fact that she was a moth. What was it with those people and feeling the need to bring race into it? And they all felt the need to keep calling her ‘satyr’ even though they knew her name. At least they weren’t calling her a goat. That would be ugly. She then looked at the pompous dragon-woman as she made a crack about the plan to sneak in.

"Go on, Athena." she said (inwardly cursing herself for using her Goddess's name in vain) "Think for yerself."

Belching slightly (using her fist to muffle it) Hermione uncapped her wineskin, “…I aim’t playing dress-up.” She grumbled as she took a drink from it to calm her nerves, “I’ll go and… make things-” she hiccupped “-things easier.” And with that she slipped out of the tent, keeping an eye out for guards.

Grumbling to herself in frustration, she got further away from the others, giving her a chance to scout out the area from where she was. She was pretty certain they were sure she was hopeless in this situation. And they were right, she was hopeless. Hermione was always aware of that. At least she could have some fun in this situation. Looking around she spotted several guards, all far away from each other and standing alone. Good…

Drinking more from the wineskin, she un-sheathed an arrow and took aim at one of them, staying as still and concentrating as hard as possible. After a few moments, she released the arrow. With a quiet whistle, it soared through the air, hitting the guard in the head. Hermione watched as the body went down. She waited for a few moments, ensuring that nobody was alerted before taking out the other guard closest to her. When taking out the last guard she was worried about, the Satyr sighed heavily but kept her arrows out, and her bow armed. She had a good view from here. She could at least act as a marksman (marks-satyr?) and watch out for people who might be giving them trouble.

Seeing someone skulking around the back of the tent, containing the group, Hermione blinked and (without hesitating) fired at him. While she got him in the eye, the body fell against the tent. Hermione bit her lip. Thankfully, it seemed to go un-noticed by the enemies.

“Hermy…Yer stupid. Yer a stupid goat and they’re gonna roast ya over a fire…”
Birdsie Noble Scion Epiphany Reinhardt Hanarei ​

 

[Noble Scion]

Lumu Muna

Spoiler: Appearance

Lumu, quivering ever so slightly from the pit of darkness that was the small little corner of the tent that she had claimed as her own, peered with wide eyes at those that made up their group. Two red circles being all that was visible as the little light of the structure simply failed to reach the white visage of the moth. The small creature simply sniffled as the newest person to enter the room was rendered unconscious by the one that had promised her the alchemy she lusted for, before the one that appeared to be leader threw a bundle of clothing at her which had recently been exchanged by Kyndryr for a set of armour, growling rather aggressively at her in the process. Little Muna swiftly picked up the clothing and hugged it for reassurance, her urge to eat the tantalising equipment being outweighed by the fear that the angry man might shout at her again, while feeling somewhat wounded for being called "useless". It wasn't like she'd even known about what they were heading out for, and she almost regretted coming, but at the same time, she couldn't bare to let the shirtless man out of her sight, should he suddenly disappear and leave her to scour the ground once more for a trail leading to the longed-for regeneration potion.

The fox woman soon made an appearance once more, immediately heading back to the satyr, just like before at the bar, and to her surprise, one of the humans actually came to her aid against the harsh words of Aunran. Lumu herself was unsure of how to respond to Kasumi's welcome intrusion, given that conflict in her own people was practically unheard of, and she knew little of how humans dealt with theirs aside from combat, which is why she was somewhat confused by such an interaction taking place. As foreign as it was to the moth, it was both reassuring and comforting to have someone speaking up for her. Her level of understanding about her current state being most appealing. "Y-you're very nice.." Lumu mumbled into the bundle of cloth she held so tightly to the samurai as they approached.

Lumu didn't personally care about helping others, such a thing simply not being in her nature given that she barely knew them, but she nodded nonetheless while taking the girl's hand and gently pulling herself up on shaky legs, the offer of protection being accepted with a gentle and rather meek nod, as though words for the humanoid-pest's tongue were difficult. "Thanking youen." she garbled, the words getting mixed up in her mouth as the world swirled around her. The food she had non-consensually taken a bit out of earlier made a reappearance at her feet, to which she leant down after releasing the samurai's hand, picked up, and began nibbling on once more, trying her hardest to not move onto the bundle that she'd been told to protect.

A thud behind her gave the young woman a start, as yet another corpse made its presence known, this time by the satyr's hand. So much life was being wasted this day. Lumu was glad it just wasn't hers, she never really thought about death, the only thing on her mind before losing her wings being bathing in the glorious light of the sun, while the only thoughts she had afterwards were getting her wings back, and the best way to go about it.

"A goat.." Lumu mumbled upon hearing the word from the satyr herself, being used to describe herself, and finally having something to associate the hairy woman with, while peering at the woman and seeing a faint resemblance from what she'd once seen in a book. "Goat." she repeated with a weak smile before sombrely returning to the samurai's side, suddenly finding the idea of being protected by the samurai much more comforting that following the shirtless man that had promised her alchemy that may and/or may not come in the future.
Birdsie Epiphany Rumble Fish Reinhardt Fable Hanarei​

 

[Birdsie]

Verxi stared at Callandar for an inappropriately long time until he finally tore his gaze away in realization, though his face didn't show emotion past a mild frown and a widening of the eyes.

Meanwhile, Aunran, seemingly unaffected by her lack of clothing or really good at hiding it, stepped forward. "Stay outside the tent and get ready to rumble." Aunran incanted a spell and his robes were replaced by clattering plate-mail. The change was startling to mortal eyes that hadn't seen illusion magic before.

"Let's go."

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Aunran, Kyndyr, and Verxi approached a group of guards on a small crossing, not far away from the general's tent, and followed by the rest of the team. The camp seemed emptied, though the sound of people marching through could be heard in the far distance.

These guards in front of the adventurers were their fellow infiltrators. Among them was Marquis Black, who wore his normal armor instead of a disguise. Black huffed in relief and asked, "What took you so long?"

"We got held up," Aunran replied dryly.

Black nodded, looking at the entire team. "Let's get to it before someone notices us."

The infiltrators, dressed as enemy guards formed a circle around the Marquis and started marching forward at a steady pace in the direction of the general's tent. The tent wasn't as much a tent as it was a cottage with cloth elements and a foundation, not quite a tent, and not quite a building.

There were two elite guards flanking the entrance with a pair of halberds. They noticed Marquis Black and his disguised men approaching and stepped to the side to alert the people inside, but---

"Sleep." (x2) A pair of mages at the front cast the same spell.

The pair of elite guards opposed the spell for a moment, managing to walk one or two steps forward before they fell to their knees. They breathed heavily for a few seconds, still offering resistance until their tired minds yielded and they fell over on top of each other, sleeping.

The infiltrators were halfway to the tent before Marquis Black stopped everyone. "Let's use fireballs to flush them out. The general will probably survive, but if we can take down his entourage, that'll make things easier. Surround the tent and cast at my command. Non-mages, prepare to pick off any survivors."

Around half a dozen people formed a semi-circle around the tent and raised their palms.

"Ready!" Marquis Black declared in a hushed voice.

Sparks of fire started to enter their palms, creating motes of flame.

"Fireball!"

From six directions, the motes of flame shot forward and tore through the walls of the tent. The wooden parts of the build had holes in them with black rims, while the stronger, cobblestone foundation didn't yield as easily and caused an instantaneous detonation.

Not half a second later, the entire tent collapsed as pieces of debris went flying in every direction, burning all the while, as everything exploded. The strong scent of ash and burning wood filled the local air almost instantly, along with a wave of heat.

The tent, in less than five seconds, turned into a burning pile of stone, wood, and black-white cloth, as well as what seemed to be the last remnants of interior decoration and furniture.

Verxi adjusted his position into one suitable for combat; picking off singular targets in particular. His left arm was upraised, on level with his face, and his right wrist was behind his torso, ready go gather force for a deadly blow.

A knight managed to dig his way out from the rubble and was instantly struck by this blow, which bent the metal of his helmet and sent him flying back into the remnants of the destroyed shelter behind him. Several more knights attempted this in confusion but were blown back and killed in by the disguised adventurers hired by the Marquis.

Abruptly and finally, knights stopped digging their way out of the tent.

Was... the fight over? Larger scale battles were long, arduous tests of endurance for everyone involved and the end of those conflicts tended to be clear.

But small battles like this were different. They were fast, often lasting scarcely half a minute, and they ended so suddenly that it was quite jarring. One moment you are fighting for your life and the next you are greeted by nothing but silence.

Marquis Black raised his hand. "Hold this position!" he yelled. "We're not retreating yet. We have to confirm that he's--" Marquis Black stopped when the loud rumbling of stone grinding against stone and wood splintering could be heard from the rubble.

Everyone steeled themselves.

A part of the stone was thrown out to the sides, as something tried to dig its way to the surface in the middle of the rubble.

Finally, a strong aura came from within, followed by a wave of power that made it move away in every direction from a set point. A thunderwave, which sent the debris away and created a small circle of space to reveal the person they were after: A man in black armor, with burning red eyes stood there, looking directly at the adventurers.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice having more depth and echo than a human voice should. There was no doubt that this was Verraketh.

"I am Verraketh," he introduced himself, not that anyone didn't know this. "I am the Lord-Militant, General of the Twenty--"

A line of red concussive force hit Verraketh square in the helmet, throwing his head back and to the side as he grunted. When he looked forward a second later, he saw that Marquis Black now held an uplifted, red magic sword in his hand.

"Talking is not a free action. Attack!" Marquis Black ordered.

Tarmagon Rumble Fish Noble Scion Hanarei Epiphany Reinhardt Fable

 

[Fable]

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag

Companionship

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Negative

• Verxi (-10)
• Hermy (-5)
• Kasumi (-1)
• Ayasha (-1)
• Lumu (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Callie (+11)
• Kyndryr (+10)

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When Aunran said he wouldn't have enough mana to make enough to cause chaos Scarlet sighed to herself. The grouped was interrupted when a man came to get one called Frank, probably the guy Scarlet had killed in his sleep. Before she could silence the man, the shirtless one Verxi moved and knocked him out. Scarlet let out a small 'tch' sound because he was leaving the man alive and quite vulnerable. He didn't think about what happened when you left knocked out guards, that poor bastard was going to probably wake up wishing he had been killed. Not her problem though.

Aunran shared information that the other team had a visual on the tent where their target was before telling two of the group to dress up as the guards. It seemed they were going to rush this with all three teams. Good, she might be able to make a break for it if this turned out to really be the suicide mission she thought it was. The cloaked man Kyndryr wondered if he'd pass inspection due to his race. She doubted anyone would pay too much attention, but then again sometimes there were the odd smart foot soldiers.

The moth girl creature was given a simple task of pack mule, assigned the grunt work of carrying disguised ones gear. Why was that girl with them? Had she been part of the team roster or did the mage seriously just let a random stranger join them? Whatever. The easternly attired, sword-wedding woman came to Lumu's defense while giving a cringe worthy pep talk.

The fox-like succubus had returned as well from doing Gods knows what. Scarlet ran a hand over her face trying to contain her temper. Don't explode, you can get drunk and rant about this later, like when you're not in the middle of an enemy encampment. Think of the reward, think of the booze.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Callie used necromancy to animate the solider she had killed. She couldn't help her smirk though when she realized the moth had nommed on her garmet, and the smirk grew bigger as the woman tossed the remains to Lumu. Well, she's not shy at least. The goat girl - who belched and still seemed quite drunk - made her exit with what Scarlet could only assume as some awful plan. She assumed that the girl was going to make herself a nuisance, but that was her choice and if it work, good. If she died, well that's on her because she's the one who made the decision to go with that.

Aunran gave some more orders before giving himself a make-over. Gone were the robes, replaced by armor that Scarlet figured would have been to heavy for him to really wear. There was more to this mage then. Seeing as there was a plan of action beyond 'sneak in, find general, kill general' she followed after the others towards the direction of the tent. When they met up with the other teams sent on this same mission, they were asked what had taken them so long. Scarlet shot a glance at Verxi, but said nothing. She partly blamed him because of his useless protesting.

The guards at the 'tent' took notice of the groups, but before they could alert anyone fell to their knees as they were put to sleep. Scarlet took on a posture to be ready for when the command would be given and the tent set ablaze to 'encourage' those inside to flee. When the blaze began, she wasted no time in dashing forward to pick off the confused targets, going for quick kills where she could. She'd go for the gaps in the armor where they were left exposed, either crippling them first or if able going directly for the kill.

When survivors stopped digging out of the charred remains of the general's tent, Scarlet's blades and hands were caked with blood. There was a shout to hold their positions, and she did, but a chill ran down her spine as she heard the creaking and splintering of wood and the sound of stone rubbing against stone. Someone was coming out of the rubble. She instinctively crouched down and raised her arms to cover her face as debris flew everywhere, lowering her arms down when it was over to gaze at the figure in the center that had revealed itself; a figure with burning red eyes.

Fuck.

As the enemy began what was probably going to be a boring introduction, the Marquis wasted no time in unleashing an attack from what seemed to be a magical weapon. She'd have to give him some kudos later for his witty remark.

She could have run, that was her plan at the start of this. It was a way out of the city, but if she fled now they'd notice. She was in the open with them all, and so she charged forward with her blades at the target. She was going to stab out those creepy red eyes. She weaved her way past others who were slower than herself and once she was close enough rolled to get behind his legs and stab into the gap of armor behind the knees and then in a fluid movement continue rolling away out of reach of the general.
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[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette
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Spoiler: Appearance

Hermione took her time skulking around the camp, taking out any soldiers she could. She was relieved that they were on grass and mud, otherwise, this task would be impossible with her hooves. Suppressing a belch by puffing her cheeks, Hermione took out another guard before jumping down from her perch and trotting over to the others, giving Lumu a glazed look. She had heard her refer to her as a "goat" something that would usually warrant a ramming or at the least a slap from the Satyr. But... if she did that then she would get kicked out and get no share. Which meant no money. Which meant no booze. So... despite her glare, that was where she left it. Besides, the moth-girl seemed quite innocent. She did not know what a penis was for Pan sake. Maybe, just maybe Hermione could let it go this once...

“Well, that was fun.” She coughed “So what’s the pl-Oh my Pan…” for once the Satyr was silenced as they seemed to be faced with a large knight, dressed in black and with burning and red eyes. And she thought her eyes looked red, this was a whole other level. He seemed to think grandly of himself as he started on this long-winded introduction. Hermione could not hold back a belch this time so it ended up being mixed in her laugh at this ridiculous display. How high and mighty, this was not the first time she had encountered people like this.

"Ach, spare us the prepared speech about how feeble we are compared to you. How inevitable our defeat is, how the world will soon be yours! Yada, yada, yada..." Hermione waved her hands a little as she spoke before chucking at her own joke. But her smirk then vanished as it seemed that there was going to be a fight. Thinking quickly, she looked up at the red eyes of Verraketh.

Good for target practice. She looked at the others, seeing Scarlett already making a charge at the knight. Blinking a few times, Hermione wanted to go for her wineskin but for some bizarre reason, she could not bring herself to. Upon seeing the fight begin, Hermione shook her head to wake herself up. Well, this was going to suck.

“Dionysus why do you do this?” she grumbled as she took out her arrows and open fired towards Verraketh’s eyes, those big, red fuckers were too good to resist. She kept firing with the hope that she could at the very least distract the behemoth to give others a chance to attack. Frankly, this could kill her. She knew about that. And frankly, she did not care. This could kill her. It’d do everyone a favour. Still… might as well go out with a bang.
Birdsie Fable Noble Scion ​

 

[Hanarei]

Kasumi Yasashīha​

Kasumi smiled lightly towards the quivering moth girl as she complimented her and ultimately thanked her. Kasumi couldn't deny the good feeling she got from others, though it was something she didn't need. It was all part of her code as a Samurai to help after all, receiving gratitude for her work was just an added bonus when it happened. She noticed the girl venture by her staying rather close as she held onto the things she was asked to carry. Kasumi didn't seem to pay much attention to those changing their clothing to get into a disguise, more so avoiding looking in their direction both for the sake of not violating their own privacy as well as saving herself from some embarrassment as she blushed lightly at the thought of unintentionally seeing something she wasn't suppose to. She grew up with the mentality of 'saving oneself' for marriage meaning avoiding any sort of indecent exposure.

As the plan unfolded Kasumi remained back lacking a proper disguise awaiting for things to be set in motion. At the first sign of a commotion Kasumi headed out in order to provide support just as the devastation was coming to an end She found her way to the ruins of the tent as they took care of a few trying to climb their way out. The young samurai gripped her sheath firmly gripping onto her blade ready to draw it in an instant. Sure enough what appeared their target had risen up from the wreckage not yet having been taken care of. As the villain attempted to give a speach, Kasumi nearly jumped as fire began erupting upon him as those on her side began to fire. She looked a bit uneasy, not liking such a tactic. It wasn't honorable in the least bit, though in truth the entire operation lacked much as far as honor.... but it was clearly the best option for a clean victory with the least amount of deaths.

Kasumi began to charge in, following not far behind Scarlet who had taken the lead. She gripped her blade twisting her other hand to adjust the angle of her sheath for an easy draw. As she approached she drew her blade at incredible speeds, slicing forward carefully aiming to strike directly through the enemies mid section meant to cut clear through pushing past him. She twisted around releasing the sheath as she placed her second hand upon the hilt of her katana standing ready to fight with her blade in a ready position to strike again should the foe still have any fight left in them.

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Location: Tent Rubble
Mentioned: Lumu Noble Scion Birdsie Scarlet Fable

 

[Tarmagon]

Kyndryr, at the ruins of the general's tent, waiting for things to go sideways.

Kyndryr wasn't having second thoughts about this 'plan', he was well into fourth and fifth thoughts. After the insect girl had chewed on Callie's robes, the mage had calmly removed them, tossing the clothing to the insect and giving every appearance of intending to go about in nothing more than her smalls. Add in the reappearance of the kitsune, who immediately resumed flirting with the satyr, causing that less than sober worthy to make a hasty exit to do who knew what, the noble foolishness... Kyndryr felt a throbbing beginning behind his eyes.

Fortunately for his sanity, Aunran put the group into motion after he had disguised himself with magic, leading them to meet up with the other groups and the Marquis himself. The utter failure of their 'disguises' wasn't a surprise, though Kyndryr wondered why they were here at all with so many mages. As the mages began to cast their spells, he shed the breastplate, adjusting his own leather back into its proper place and drawing both swords. As the structure erupted under the multiple impacts, he shook his head. No way was that going to be effective. Sure enough, soldiers, knights by their armor, began to claw their way out of the rubble, only to be met with cold steel or devastating blows. Kyndryr casually put his own blades home just under a knight's helm as he tried to struggle free, ending that worthy's contribution to the chaos before steeping back.

"Still too easy," he thought, just as something, no someone, blasted free of the debris. Before the figure could say more than a few words, the Marquis attacked, urging them to do the same. Torch slipped behind the figure, trying to incapacitate it even as their wayward satyr announced her return with a pair of arrows, speeding towards the figure's face. Even the scantily clad swords woman rushed ahead, executing a drawing slash fit to disembowel any mortal.

"I don't think this foe is mortal," Kyndryr thought bleakly, his hands closing over the thorns built into his sword hilts.

Unseen by any but the most observant, or most magical, a thin stream of blood ran down each blade. On one blade, the passage of the carmine liquid left behind a trail of frost, while on the other glowering embers began to form, as though the blood itself was taking fire. Holding one blade low, the other in a guard position, Kyndryr settled into a defensive stance, watching the glowing red eyes of his foe.

"Never attack blindly," his father's voice whispered in his mind. "Watch, observe, then strike. Most battles end in a single blow, make certain that blow is your own."

Fable Birdsie Hanarei Rumble Fish Epiphany Noble Scion

 

[Epiphany]

Callandar "Callie" Stormbringer
​

The dragon in human form heaved a great sigh and whispered "Finally" to herself. She followed everyone out, perfectly content to go along with the group especially given she was in her small clothes and experience had taught her that showing that much skin tended to attract attention. Which was the last thing they needed right now.

Staff in hand, she watched as the other mages put the guards to sleep. Interesting spell. Callie listened for the incantation and made a mental note to learn that one. Subtlety. Not what came naturally but useful given what she was now.

Marquis Black's instruction to use fireballs is well-received at least. Callie smiles and joins that half-dozen assembly. She raises a palm when they do. Summons up the arcane will to create flame from nothing. And at his order, she unleashes it into the tent. Shaking the tingles out of her hand from the summoned spell, Callie nods in grim satisfaction as the whole tent collapses.

Then she waited patiently for her companions to dispatch the surviving knights. Slowly pacing, she motioned to the undead corpse following her to retrieve a discarded sword while she reached down with her staff and reanimated one of the just-slain knights, biding the body to rise and join the first dead soldier as another bodyguard. Callie managed to reanimate a second knight for a total of three minions when the loud rumbling of stone and wood within the rubble alarmed her, causing the white-haired woman to give way and get some distance. Just in time.

Stone flew out and one of her knights was promptly knocked down by discarded rubble. Callie sighed at the lamentable lack of reaction time in the undead. Then she narrowed golden eyes at the sight of the red-eyed man in black armor. A figure of power indeed, one she'd at least laid eyes on once before during her captivity. There were no chains on her this time.

Marquis Black's surprise attack was well received and Callie laughed ferociously as she lifted a hand and did what came naturally to her. As a Wizard, she was adept in many magics but nothing came more easily, more reflexively than lightning. A snarling crack sounded through the air as a wrist-thick tendril of lightning burned its way into reality, bored through the atmosphere and lit into the knight, causing arcs of electricity to spray and sputter off that ensorcelled mail.

The approach of her party mates caused her to break off. Callie gasped then and staggered a step. Animating three corpses and throwing a fire ball were non-trivial uses of magic. If she meant to last the fight, she'd have to pace herself. "Go on then," she ordered to the three minions safeguarding her. "Be good fodder and distract the Lord-Militant so I can hit him again."

Sending the corpses into battle, Callie held back, lifted her staff and used it as a natural focus while unleashing short, precision bursts of lightning into the enemy general. It wouldn't do to accidentally electrocute her own would-be allies after all.

 

[Noble Scion]

Lumu Muna

Spoiler: Appearance

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The group made their way forward, a few new members joining the group as they seemed to approach what looked like their destination. The two people guarding the entrance swiftly collapsed from the simple words uttered by those closest to them, fascinating Lumu, yet leaving her with confusion at the duo of mages' capabilities to render someone unconscious without touching them. Not giving her the chance to ask, the two magi spread out around the tent and fired twin streams of blazing fire at the tent, the light fascinating the young moth girl and willing her forward, while the heat of such things drove her back, leaving her confused and wobbling at the sight of the flickering light as the tent toppled down before the rag-tag group of people.

out of the mound of fire stood a rather imposing figure with glowing eyes, the very appearance sending a shudder through little Muna and leaving her partially dazed, the knight's sudden entrance seemingly having a similar impact on her frightening allies.

The first to act was the ferocious man that had thrown the bundle of clothes at her earlier, hitting the unnamed knight with a strange sword from far away whilst he was monologuing, which was soon follower afterwards by a one-liner of his own. This short, fleeting interaction gave a strange and confusing insight on the humans that she still had difficulty coping with, yet she looked on as what was now a battlefield didn't take a step to stop.

Directly after the one-liner, the red-haired woman rushed in, soon followed by an arrow from her friend the "goat", her samurai guardian and their sword, the one's clothes she held and his swords and lastly, the woman's pants she had eaten, choosing a different approach from the others and summoning some creatures to combat for her, casting such a spell without the need for words compared to the two mages before that had lit the tent in the first place.

In an effort to be as useful as everyone else, the moth dropped the bundle she held and spun around, beginning a search through her bag, looking for what was supposed to be one of the spare poisonous potions she'd been keeping to defend against any wild animals that might try and eat her during her travels, but the lighting made such a simple task difficult, despite her good night-vision.

"I can't tell.." she mumbled to herself, looking at two grey potions she held in her hands. Going from memory, she tossed the one that she deemed to be the poisonous one at what was assumed to be their enemy, the other being a healing potion.

The potion flew with surprising precision, flashing a glimmering red as the flickering fire-light lit up the ruby as it made it's journey through the air to land upon the target. "That's not the right colour.." she hummed to herself with a rather awkward face before backing away a bit further from the frontline, hoping that nobody would notice her blunder, and that it wouldn't effect the tide of battle too much as the healing potion crashed its way into the fight, while the moth herself retreated away from the terrifying opponent with the beautiful eyes that seemed to call her forward, yet for once, she resisted their call and hid behind the satyr instead, making a mental note that she should probably label the potions rather than going by colour next time, if there was a next time, that was.
Birdsie Epiphany Rumble Fish Reinhardt Fable Hanarei​

 

[Reinhardt]

Ayasha
Location: Behind enemy lines
Interaction/s: Hermione ( Rumble Fish ), Kasumi ( Hanarei ), Callandar ( Epiphany ), Scarlet ( Fable ), Lumu ( Noble Scion ), Kyndyr ( Tarmagon ), Verxi & NPCs ( Birdsie )


The plan didn't go as expected, but it did work. Somehow. Their sudden attack on the enemy camp proved to be effective, to the point that the tent of their target was reduced into a rubble. However, that wasn't the end of it. Their foe was still alive - Verraketh, who rose from the rubble, was about to introduce himself, only to be cut off by another barrage of spells and a witty remark from the Marquis himself.

The big battle has finally began. Several of them charged onward, not giving any room for retaliation, while the others in the back-line, where Ayasha was, fired their spells away. Initially, Ayasha was just planning on supporting Hermione's efforts just to grab some points towards the under-appreciated satyr route, but the comments about Verraketh had changed her mind.

If this Verraketh truly was something else, if he truly wasn't mortal and was as powerful as they say - then his essence should prove to be quite tasty. Ayasha licked her lips subconsciously, as she thought of it. A smirk form on the kitsune's face.

"Interesting.", she said.

Her tails, which were usually clumped into one large fur-fest tail, was now split into two, slightly smaller tails. She took a deep breath. A second after, her eyes glowed dimly as she exhaled a mist that quickly spread in a fairly spacious area. The grass on the earth became humid, and enemy troops slipped onto the ground here and there. To her allies, it would be quite an advantage, allowing them to traverse distances as if they were skating on ice.

Her eyes gazed onto the figure yonder.

She took a step forward, and prepared yet another spell.

 

[Birdsie]

Verraketh's eyes flared red as the squad of half-a-dozen mages threw desperate spellwork his direction. Verraketh hopped back, dodging and evading the ranged attacks nimbly. Each spell cast by a mage was another iota of wasted mana that didn't accomplish anything.

However... he wasn't so lucky; because he tuned in to avoiding spellwork, he didn't notice the physical projectile heading his way. A drunk satyr at the back of the line cocked the arrow in her bow, then fired at his red eyes. However, being drunk, her aim was off. The arrow hit an armor plate a torso's length lower, right in the babymaker.

Even though undead didn't feel pain to the extent that living beings did, Verraketh's resolve seemed to waver for a moment; a crucial instance where he was stunned.

Verraketh, in his dazed state, was hit by a healing potion. It cracked upon his helmet and the fluids, saturated with positive energy, covered his face and turned into steam as they burned his cursed, undead skin. He screamed, and someone seemed to take advantage of his doubly-stunted state.

Something, a cold blade, penetrated through the chainmail underneath his armor and, stabbed into the back of his knee, making the general go down onto one knee.

And then, just as his torso went forward, another blade lunged into his midsection and cut through, staining the ground nearby with a sickly, dark red of undead blood.

Taking advantage of his metallic armor, a churning lightning from a white-haired sorceress went across the plates of his armor and charred his skin underneath.

A monk, shirtless, jumped up into the air and delivered a kick to the general's helmet, his foot unerring and seemingly unhurt despite striking a surface of metal. The monk then jumped away along with the rest of his companions, out of Verraketh's reach.

Verraketh stabbed his blade into the ground and used it to support himself, standing up despite the wounds he was dealt. The pain he felt from the attacks, it seemed, was momentary for his static body, and the damage was negligible thanks to his undead constitution.

Verraketh kicked the ground and crossed ten meters in an instant, cutting down one of the mages, then spinning on his heel to stab another one in the abdomen. Aunran took advantage of this, preparing to cast a spell called 'Air Geyser,' however, Verraketh raised his hand and the ring on his finger glowed with a blue light.

In that moment, mist enveloped the battlefield, pushing out from the ring and covering a radius of thirty meters in milky, thick fog, intense enough that one couldn't see beyond three meters. Worst of all, it was safe to assume that Verraketh could see.

Fable Rumble Fish Hanarei Tarmagon Epiphany Noble Scion Reinhardt

Verraketh's HP is at 50%.
Next in line is Fyuri, followed by Rumble Fish, Hanarei, Tarmagon, Epiphany, Noble, and Reinhardt.

 

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag

Companionship

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Negative

• Verxi (-10)
• Hermy (-5)
• Kasumi (-1)
• Ayasha (-1)
• Lumu (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Callie (+11)
• Kyndryr (+10)

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Scarlet was glad she had gotten out of the way, for as soon as she had made it out of range of the general's attacks, she also cleared all the stuff thrown at him from those trying to destroy him; from lightning to arrows. It wasn't enough though. The general still stood, even after being struck down to one knee, an arrow to the crotch, struck by lightning, covered in a healing potion, sliced, and kicked; he rose again. Fuck.

In an instant after he stood, he cut down some of their allies, it was when Aunran began to cast another spell that her eyes were drawn to the glowing ring on the general's finger. Not good as a thick fog covered the area making it difficult to see. To stay or flee. This would give her the perfect chance to run, and of course the perfect chance to get slaughtered while fleeing. Shit. She hadn't bought any ranged weaponry before she left on this little mission, arrows would have been good right about now. Wait, the goat!

Scarlet didn't need to use her sight to locate that one, smell alone was enough to assist her in locating the satyr who did have ranged weapons. Sniffing her target out she kept low as she rushed over to the ally hoping she didn't get stabbed in the process. Once she reached the drunken satyr, she cleared her throat. "Time for a bit more fun," she began. "How you would like some flaming arrows?"

If the goat was for the plan, Scarlet would light up the arrows as needed. Undead hated fire right?

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[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette

Hermione gritted her teeth as she kept firing arrows, some to her frustration not going where she had aimed them. These damn things had minds of their own! She stumbled slightly in an attempt to keep her balance. At one of the arrows striking the knight in his gonads, Hermione could not hold back what was supposed to be a laugh but came out as a long wheeze before laughing at it, and his lack of reaction was the icing on the cake. No squealing, no doubling over, nothing, just freezing. He definitely felt that.

"-Oh my Pan!" she wheezed, "Anybody see that!? C'mon now! It's still sticking out!" She took a moment from firing arrows to say that and just watch for a while. Scarlet seemed to be taking advantage of the stunning effects of the arrow and Lumu... threw a healing potion? Hermione's floppy ears flopped up and down a little as she watched. This was interesting. Hermione did not think of the moth as useless like the others did, she had some worth. Unlike herself.

Hermy was knocked out of her self-loathing trance with a voice. She turned to see Scarlet. Hermy frowned a little, "What the underworld do ya wa-?" she stopped as the woman questioned her on using burning arrows. Her shaggy eyebrows lifted at this idea. Of course! That made a ton of sense now that she had brought it up. Too bad it had to be Scarlet of all people...

"Hey, beat's my idea." she shrugged, not that she had one in the first place. As she said this, the huntress set her arrows on fire, to which Hermy resumed firing at Verraketh, hopefully hitting him. She aimed towards the eyes again, however it was likely they were going to hit him in different places.
Fable Noble Scion ​

 

[Hanarei]

Kasumi Yasashīha​

The blonde was left a bit shocked as he managed to stand despite the blows he took. She had heard undead weren't exactly easy to kill, well rekill, but she never expected him to withstand such an assault as well as he did. She watched him take off, gripping her blade tight holding it with both her hands as he made his attack on the mages. She looked a bit startled by it, pausing briefly to act. She shook her head in frusteration with her own moment of hesitance before she jumped forward pushing towards the vicious Verraketh although her assault was suddenly forced into a pause as he used a spell causing her vision to be disrupted. She glanced about, unable to see anything very clearly.

This isn't good... how am I... Oh wait! I gotta focus myself.... sight beyond sight.... or whatever my Master called it. I've done it in training I can do it in practice on the battle field. Though.... I did do it against only one target... not with a bunch of other people around me... and it wasn't a combat situation at all.... and... no! You got this Kasumi! You gotta do it! No doubting yourself now! She took in a deep breath trying to calm her own nerves. She gripped her blade as it seemed as if she took a much more relaxed posture. What most would consider instinct those from where she came from saw it as someones physical energy, their ki that empowered their own instincts. While many might not know how to use it, those who were skilled combatants often had a way of using it to help guide them in how to react in combat. All she had to do was do the same, though using her own Ki in order to do it to a much more accurate degree without needing the use of her own sight.

Kasumi moved forward towards where Verraketh was. While she was relying upon Ki to try and get a sense of what he was doing, she had the extra benefit of him being undead, making it that much easier to tell him from someone else... at least in theory. Truthfully she hadn't really tried it herself, and as far as she knew a wicked Ki could possibly result in the same feeling... or simply someone who happened to have that Ki outside their alignment. A lot of things could really give off that certain aura the more she thought about it not just Verraketh. She shook her head trying to suppress her doubt. She gripped her blade, charging forward this time applying her own Ki into an attack as she sliced in the air what she felt was Verraketh, hopefully... she really didn't want to go cutting someone else on accident.

STATUS

Location: Tent Rubble
Mentioned: Birdsie

 

[Tarmagon]

Kyndryr, at the ruins of the general's tent, watching things go sideways.

Kyndryr cursed as Verraketh rose to his feet, then savaged the two of the mages. Before anyone else could respond, the undead thing raised a hand, and a thick mist exploded outwards, enveloping the area in a thick fog. Bright missiles flew through the mist, coming from the area where the satyr had been standing, and Kyndryr hoped no one got hit by the blind fire. He had no idea how the archer had managed to light her arrows, and right now he didn't care, he just moved forward cautiously, avoiding the path of the flaming missiles. Ahead, he heard a sword whistle through the air, and after a moment, he moved towards the sound. That had been the general area Verraketh had been in when the fog obscured his vision, and the flaming arrows were heading in that same direction.

Kyndryr thought that he saw a shadowy figure, slim and slight, near a larger figure, and after a moments thought, raised his right hand sword high and poured his power into the bloody blade. The blade exploded into blazing fury, momentarily illuminating the area despite the cloying fog. Kyndryr saw the swordswoman and Verraketh, though he couldn't tell if her strike had gone home on the general. As the undead began to turn towards the unexpected flood of light, Kyndryr lowered his sword to point directly at the general, even as the left hand sword, now fully covered in a thick rime of frost, came up from the guard position to join the flaming sword in pointing at his target.

"Frostfire," Kyndryr said, almost conversationally. A thick lance of frost erupted from the left hand blade, even as a pencil thin lance of purest fire joined it from the right hand blade. The icy blast semed to wrap itself around the flame, encasing it as it leapt forwards to strike the undead's breastplate. For just a moment, it seemed as though the creature was encased in a sheath of ice, ice which burst into an inferno of flame. It was as though the ice itself were feeding the flames, turning Verraketh into a man shaped column of fire.

"I hope that helps the others," Kyndryr thought as he went to one knee, a wave of exhaustion threatening to claw him into unconsciousness. "I don't think I can do that again."

Epiphany
(Tag! You're it)

 

[Epiphany]

Callandar "Callie" Stormbringer
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Callie laughed in exultation as her lightning sizzles and snaps into the monstrous general. Defeating a being of such power, even with a team, would be a significant accomplishment and could well take the wind out of the sails of his army. To say nothing of the treasure such a power had likely accumulated over the course of an unnaturally long lifetime.

Her thrill faded somewhat as the warrior suddenly set into the three offensive teams with brutal ferocity. A tendril of real fear licked up her spine as she realized how fragile her hide was in this form, how easily the monster could pierce it, how much larger the general's weapons were relative to her own size and mass. Something like him could kill her in a single blow if he put his mind to it. The safe thing would be to hide, direct his attention away from her, avoid being a target.

And now there was that accursed mist. The general could attack from anywhere, she didn't know which direction was safe to retreat to. And so, forced by her circumstances, Callie did the heroic thing, an act to help her allies as much as herself.

With both hands upraised, Callie called forth the winds. She was the Stormbringer still and she'd been manipulating the weather, the air itself, longer than this general had even thought of existing. And so the Wizard bent her considerable power to creating and amplifying a wind that would sweep the magically produced mist away, blowing harder and harder until the mist yielded...or until the General himself blew away in the rising rising gale-force she brought to bear.

 

[Noble Scion]

Lumu Muna

Spoiler: Appearance

Lumu felt a strange sensation on her feet as the ground itself seemed to change in some form that she found difficult to discern, yet she did not think upon it long as their team's barrage of attacks appeared to have some effect on who she assumed was the enemy, yet he somehow remained standing. "Must be because of the healing potion I threw.." the young moth mumbled to herself grimly, cowering further behind the satyr, as though she would be able to protect her from the guilt that was crossing her chest, the pressure of what she thought was wrong outweighing the poor smell of the hairy creature.

Soon after, the world itself seemed to shut in around her with a strange white visage, frightening the small pest even more than even the angry Aunran had, the fog being a foreign and unknown concept to her, leaving her to do nothing but hold on tightly to her second closest companion, given that the one that had promised to protect her had rushed away. Feeling betrayed slightly, Lumu merely stood still and awaited the end of the fight, the moisture of the air sending chills down her exoskeleton as winds came from seemingly nowhere and attacked the general vicinity.

All this for alchemy, and by relation, her wings. Why'd she have to be the one to be caught, and as cruel as it was, why couldn't it have been one of her friends instead? These thoughts flickered through her mind as she waited for the winds the stop, their enemy to be vanquished, and the mist to disappear. "Can we go? I want to go.." Lumu Muna trembled quietly into the fur of the companion that she barely knew while another figure approached, one she was glad to see was not the armoured man, but one of the other members of their merry band of people that bore scarlet hair and bore straight into discussing an idea with her fluffy shield.

The moth did not listen, for the moth did not care, it simply wanted away from the blankness that made her feel blind, and back to somewhere safe so she could nest for the night and awake to the great pleasure of watching the beautiful sun rise above, yet no opportunity made itself known, and just as before, she was trapped once again.
Birdsie Epiphany Rumble Fish Reinhardt Fable Hanarei​

 

[Birdsie]

Verxi, Camp outside Auroria

Verxi flinched and got into a defensive stance when Verraketh deployed the mist. He had the same idea as Scarlet, as he enhanced his olfactory senses with Ki, then tracked down the satyr through her stench, running to reunite with them.

"We have a problem," he said instantly to the two of them, looking into the mist, on guard for any surprise attacks. Verxi proceeded to explain:

"Verraketh is a knight, so he shouldn't have any advanced spells or skills that allow for magic like this. I saw the ring on his gauntlet glow with blue light, it's some kind of magic item that allows for the casting of spells, so I suggest we get rid of it. Any ideas?"

*

Verraketh lowered the hand on which he wore his ring.

The Archdevil Mephistopheles, an Evil God of Trickery and Magic. Mages that sought easy power and riches would summon him, only to get scammed by an abuse of loopholes, but Turenval managed to bind him, and even severed Mephistopheles from his godly essence. Turenval drank that essence to grow in power, and he removed the memories of the empty husk of an Archdevil that remained, connecting it to a ring and thus creating the sentient item that he later gifted to Verraketh.

It was a superb item since it bestowed the ability to cast spells to a knight who normally didn't have them.

Though they flew by, Verraketh didn't need to evade any projectiles anymore. Any arrows or magic missiles simply went by him aimlessly. The fog was thick enough that seeing beyond the length of ten feet was difficult, and beyond fifteen feet it was practically impossible, even with divination magic, since the fog was magical and wouldn't be dispelled or penetrated by lesser magic. Anyone shooting under these conditions must've been drunk.

Verraketh activated his ring again. 'Archdevil Mephistopheles, I order you to cast Disguise Self on my person, to make me appear as one of the infiltrators,' he thought, transmitting his will to the ring.

The ring glowed cyan and gave him a dull response, lifeless, like a puppet. 'Understood.'

He intended to start his concealed killing spree by targetting the fighters, including Marquis Black. He could sense the mages were trying to cast different divination spells, and were wasting their mana this way. Most of them would run dry or near-dry soon enough, so they weren't a worry.

Verraketh approached two of the infiltrators from Team Three, disguised as a knight. They assumed he was an ally because of this, and so, beheading them both in one wide arc of the sword was easy. His armor underneath the disguise was freckled with their blood as a result.

Just as he was about to proceed, he felt something charging behind him. In an act of pure instinct, instilled into him through years of training, he spun around on the spot and raised his sword to block Kasumi's attack with a clang. At that moment, his disguise dissipated and revealed his black plate armor underneath.

Instead of pushing back, countering, or withdrawing like anyone would do, he pushed his sword against hers, though to Kasumi it would feel like two grown men pushing Verraketh's sword at once; a display of his supernatural strength. The swords locked in place, Verraketh distinctly on the triumphant side.

"You're that samurai; that's what you swordsmen from the east are called, right?" he bantered volubly. "You drew my blood tonight. Even though I was stunned, that's impressive. Furthermore, you just saw through my disguise, so I have no choice but to praise you: Good work! If you manage to survive, keep it up, and you may prove to be an adversary worth my time!"

Upon saying that, Verraketh's sword yielded a little bit, before pushing back with lightning speed, most likely throwing Kasumi off her guard or even disarming her. Instead of going for the killing blow, he jabbed his sword, aiming for her shoulder; he planned to make just enough of an incision to disable her dominant arm for now, but not enough to amputate it.

But before that could happen, Verraketh was, in a non-hyperbolic sense, blown away. The lance of ice and fire struck him, the concussive force pushing him to the ground. Although he stood up instantly by jumping to his feet dextrously, his breastplate and chest seemed to be on fire, though the general didn't seem to be particularly bothered; perhaps the attack dealt damage but knowing it was impossible since undead's sense of pain was as deadened as they were.

Verraketh pointed his sword at Kyndyr. "You there, you dare?! I'll have your head... for... that?..."

Wind in the area seemed to go from nonexistent to one-hundred in a few moments, blowing away the magical fog that Verraketh used in seconds. His position was revealed to everyone.

"H-How?! That's not possible! Mortal spells shouldn't have that kind of streng--" Verraketh began to say, but before his words could be finished, a red line struck his back from behind, in the area of the midriff, launching the helpless general forward and to the ground with a heavy grunt. His sword cluttered, as he put his hands on the ground to support himself and looked at the assailant.

"Do I have to fucking repeat myself?" spat Marquis Black, his crimson sword still glowing after the attack.

Verraketh, on the ground, backed away and telekinetically picked up his sword, standing up, opposite of everyone else in the now-clear battlefield. The general's movements seemed to very slowly lose their vigor; he wasn't tired or in pain, but rather, his morale seemed to dwindle as the people he fought turned out to be more competent than anticipated.

Nonetheless, he raised his sword. His red eyes drifted across the figures on the battlefield as he tried to gauge every opponent and pick the best tactic.

Since the mages knew he could cast spells now, they were bound to have prepared themselves mentally to counter anything low-level enough for them to deal with. And since the enemy had several ranged attackers, trying to flee and reunite with his troops was too risky. Overwhelming the enemy was his only option here.

He clicked his tongue. Who to prioritize? So far, that moth woman seemed to be the most dangerous opponent.

Verraketh felt no pain, so when that satyr shot him in the gonads, he didn't really feel that much, but it dazed him for long enough to lose concentration and get hit by a healing potion. Positive energy hurt undead, so commercial healing potions were profoundly saturated with it and therefore acted like acid to an undead body. It was that moth's action that stunned him and allowed so many people to land free hits on him, in addition to extensively hurting his face.

The only reason he could see right now was that he closed his eyelids on time, and even then, they were burnt off and now he couldn't even blink anymore.

On top of that, some asshole simultaneously froze and set his breastplate on fire!

Verraketh, looking at the moth, felt shivers run down his spine. 'Just how good is her poker face?! She's way too good at pretending to be clueless and weak!' was what he thought, unaware of the ironic truth he missed.

With all of these thoughts in mind, Verraketh looked at Marquis Black. "If I surrender here and flee with my troops, will you accept that? It'd be troublesome to die here. King Turenval can reawaken me given time, but I'd lose a lot of progress, so I'm willing to make some concessions."

The Marquis raised his hand to his mouth, laughed in a pretentious nasal way, and replied with a polite voice, attempting to comically impersonate a spoiled noble, "Oh, my! Oh, my, my! But that is dishonorable, good sir! No, we shall do nothing of the sort! You, a rapscallion who caused so much trouble on my land suggesting I permit my troops to let you go, post haste as well? Nay, I say, good si--"

"I fucking get it!" Verraketh cried, his pride clearly taking a heavy hit, then replied with a far less composed insult of his own, "I got it at 'we shall do nothing of the sort' you magic sword-wielding hack of a knight!"

"Playtime's over," Marquis Black ordered resolutely, his face changing to a deadpan expression. "Surround him and crush him."

Verraketh steeled himself.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Verraketh secretly smiled underneath his helmet.

"Then come, you adventuring clowns!" he growled excitedly.

Fable Rumble Fish Hanarei Tarmagon Epiphany Noble Scion Reinhardt

Posting Round Jurisdictions:
Since Reinhardt got skipped due to lateness, Fyuri and the rest can go ahead. Please, work quickly and in a timely manner; when you post, tag the next person in line (as seen in the tags above this text,) to prod them to post. Don't fret if you can't write too much; one paragraph is enough if it contains some kind of reaction.

Reinhardt has this entire round of posts to catch up.

Yeet.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hermione "Hermy" Puckette

Hermione reached back for more of her arrows, but Hermy found herself with only one left. The Satyr grumbled something as she took it out, took aim as it was set on fire and it launched through the air and hopefully into the Knight’s eye.

As she fired, she felt something grab her from behind and turned to see the moth-girl Lumu grabbing onto her and hiding behind her for protection. She had seen Kasumi run off to fight so she guessed that was the reason. The young moth seemed alarmed and wanted to leave the situation. Hermione was busy feeling around the ground, hoping to find anything such as sharp sticks that she could fire at the Knight.

“Easy, easy- it’ll be over soon.” She felt around her bag, finding a couple of daggers she could throw. She looked at the moth, remembering she had thrown potion before. Maybe she had something else?

“Hey, ya got anything to coat this in? Poison or something?” she asked Lumu. She really had nothing else to use. As Verraketh seemed to have had his pride bruised, Hermy smirked, turned around and swished her tail at him. “Well go on! Smite me, look at me! I’m smitable!” she taunted him. No real reason to. She just felt like that. That might as well be her motto in life. This was probably going to get her killed but… eh, whatever.
Noble Scion Hanarei​

 

[Hanarei]

Kasumi Yasashīha​

Oh thank goodness it was him. That was the first thought that came to Kasumi's mind when she heard his voice and his disguise disipated. She had been convinced she had attacked the wrong person at first only having some sense of relief that they had repelled her attack, though his reveal made it far more comforting. It would of been quite awkward to explain such a thing if it had been an ally instead. She could feel the raw strength being used to repel her attack as she could only use both her hands to push against his blade and apply her own Ki in strengthening her attack. It semed likely it was the application of her own Ki that even allowed her to stand her ground in the attack. His words reached her ears instilling some sense of pride in her despite her attempt at not being taken in by the compliment, after all it was from the enemy and it came with an air of superiority from him. Unfortunately her attack could only do so much.

As he let up she felt him let up only to strike back. The force quickly overwhelmed her, lacking the raw strength from her ki empowered attack to defend sending her blade flying back, her dominant hand gripping the blade as it was forced back in rather uncomfortable jerk. She watched his attack coming towards her, staring at it attempting to move though it was clear even to her she wouldn't be able to evade the attack. Before the eminent blow could come, she watched as Verraketh was struck. She fell back with the momentum she had started to try and evade falling back onto her rear in what could be considered a rather unpleasant thump. It was in an instant a gust rushed through as the unnatural mist was cleared away. Kasumi stared about, resting rather embarrassingly upon her rear in front of everyone else as a light blush formed on her cheek.

Not again... She thought seeming as if the universe was out to put her in rather embarrassing situations to make her look that much worst. As a moment of rest was given and dialog was shared between Verraketh and Sir Black, she got herself up, brushing herself off with one hand keeping the other on her blade as to not fully drop her guard. Even if the two were talking she didn't want to just be careless either. She gripped her blade once more with both hands looking forward standing at the ready as the glow on her cheeks managed to fade away. The notion of not trying to get him to surrender bothered her a bit though it seemed very unlikely what Verraketh offered was the closest to a surrender the undead fellow would ever accept. She felt uneasy about attacking him in such a situation, but his words at least eased her a bit thought she was a bit more worried by his strength. It was clear a straight up competition of raw power was out of the question.

Kasumi charged forward with her katana to her side. Rather then continuing forward on him fully, she stopped a small distance away shifting into a bit of a lower stance. Kasumi lifted her Katana up parallel to the ground just below her shoulders. A concentration of her Ki was focused upon the tip of her blade. A slice that could be parried wouldn't likely well for her so her best option was to go purely on the offense almost as if in return for him nearly stabbing her before.

Senshi-ryoku. Kasumi thrust her sword forward, focusing her energy upon a point in order to puncture through him. The ki itself applied to blade acting as to sharpen the point as she lashed at Veraketh, ready to dart away to evade should he try and retaliate knowing better now to avoid a direct head on attack against him.

STATUS

Location: Tent Rubble
Mentioned: Birdsie Tarmagon

 

[Fable]

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Inventory

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Weapons/Armor

• Leather Armor
• Cloak
• Bow
• Quiver
• Variety of Arrows
• Two Swords (Dual Wield)

Items

• "Lucky" Dice
• Lucky Coin
• Thieves' Tools
• Small Bag

Companionship

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Negative

• Verxi (-10)
• Ayasha (-1)

Neutral (Base 0)

• Hermy (0)
• Kasumi (0)
• Lumu (0)
• Callie (+11)
• Kyndryr (+10)

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[div class=tags]Location: Tent Rubble | Doing: Going to cut off that ring. | Interaction: Rumble Fish Noble Scion Birdsie | Nearby/Mentioned: Everyone else XD [/div]
Scarlet half expected the goat girl to turn down the idea, but actually agreed. So here Scarlet was, using her fingers light a match, each snap she did caused a spark then a flame turning the normal arrows into magical fire arrows. "By the way, nice shot to the crotch," she commented as she ignited another arrow. As longer as Scarlet didn't accidentally singe the stinking fur - which she assumed was highly flammable given the intoxication level of this satyr - it should be alright. Of course being that there was a thick fog, what were the chances that the goat actually hit anything?

It was around this time the Scarlet actually noticed the moth creature from earlier still sticking around, not her concern really. Verxi joined the grouping here and commented about the ring. "No fucking kidding. I mean, perhaps if someone can get close enough to swipe the ring or cut off his finger, hell even his hand would benefit us. I can't see shit enough to even try a trick like that. But.. well, I always have insane ideas to toss out. Whatever mages are left and with my own ability, and this is a big fucking if, create a fire dome to trap him and then proceed to make it smaller until it burns the fucker to ashes."

"It's a gamble, someone from the team could get trapped inside with him, or we might not have enough combined mana, or the fucker uses that ring and counter-spells it." While this was going on the fight continued beyond what she could see, but only hear. There was movement and the sound of metal hitting metal and the scent of magic cast. The most useful spell of wind pushed the fog away to reveal the general once more and Scarlet grinned. She stopped setting arrows aflame - the satyr had run out anyway - and got just in his line of sight as he stared down the Moth.

"Potion girl, whatever you threw last time, throw it again at him," she said with a laugh before charging forward. Cut off the finger, don't touch the ring, cut off the finger, don't touch the ring. She didn't want to touch the ring because for all she knew it was cursed. Better to be safe than sorry as much as charging into a fight with an undead knight wasn't safe in the slightest. As she got closer she summoned a fireball and shot it into his face followed by three more.

Once she was in range, she crossed her dual swords in a manner that could act like razor sharp scissors and went to cut off the fingers on the hand that had that annoying fucking ring. She wasn't going to be nice and try to only take off the one finger, that would take too long and open her up further to an attack. Nope, all the little fingers on that hand she was going to cut the fuck off.
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[Tarmagon]

Kyndryr, in the chaos at the ruins of the general's tent.
Kyndryr smiled grimly as the general vented his ire at him, only to be cut off by the rising wind. Rising to his feet, he found his center as he had been taught, letting the wind flow around him. The undead creature seemed shocked as the mist quite literally was blown away. The general started to speak, only to be silenced by a blow from the Marquis. Rising, the general retrieved his sword using nothing bu this mind, then paused to make an offer to the Marquis. Rather than seriously consider the offer, the Marquis did his best imitation of a spoiled noble, enraging Verraketh. Rather than attack or flee though, the undead simply seemed to settle into a waiting stance.

"This is wrong," Kyndryr thought as he slipped into 'Flowing Stream' stance. "With the abilities he has displayed, Verraketh could have absented himself from here several times over. He chose to remain. Either he is that arrogant, that certain that his master will revive him should he fall here, or he is toying with us."

A flash of motion caught his eye, just in time to see the swordswoman launch a strike that turned from a slash to a stab at the last moment. Smart. Harder to parry a stab, though far from impossible. Before he could take a step forward, fire, and far different from the flaming arrows it was, erupted into the general's face. Four balls of flame flew at the general like homesick stars, and the woman Torch followed them, paired blades scissoring towards the general's hand. Ah, the ring. Smart.

Rather than rush in to attack, Kyndryr moved slowly into the undead thing's line of sight and made a rather rude hand gesture at Verraketh.

"Truly, you must have been quite the rake in life," Kyndryr said conversationally. "Indeed, gazing upon your countenance now, I find that I must ask... Did it happen that your master did combine the worst attributes of swine and rodent when he reanimated thee, or did your sire perchance to lie with a randy pig?"

Kyndryr kept his stance loose, ready to attempt to counter or flow with whatever attack the general launched. When attacked, you had options.

Epiphany

 

[Epiphany]

Callandar "Callie" Stormbringer
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The monstrous knight seemed more undead than anything. He'd brushed off her lightning without much effort and given her allies rushing in to fence with him, electrocuting him carried a real risk of harming those on her side. ...Which, let's face it, wasn't actually a big deal except if they perished, Callie didn't know if she had the strength left to finish this knight off herself.
With a wave of command, Callie sent in her three undead soldiers against this knight, well aware they would be of little real use. In the meantime, she conjured up gleaming blades of pure spiritual force, dozens of them hanging in the air like immaterial ghosts of an arsenal. With another wave, she sent them in, hacking and slashing against the knight. Scarlet and Kasumi drew close to land their own blows; perhaps if she 'covered' them by making the knight parry away her spellblades, it would leave him open and vulnerable to their techniques.

Well, Scarlet's technique. Callie wasn't convinced Kasumi knew a technique beyond upskirting herself.

Noble Scion

 

[Noble Scion]

Lumu Muna

Spoiler: Appearance

The knight's mere sight sent shivers down the moth-girls body as she shuffled ever further behind her cuddly yet smelly friend in an attempt to escape such a gaze, yet soon his attention was taken elsewhere to her relief and she began paying attention to those around her as they each made different, unique contributions to the battle, her eyes falling on the one she was holding onto with relative tightness as Hermy worked together with Scarlet to fire flaming arrows.

Lumu watched in awe and a tint of sadness as the satyr and her friend launched the lights away at their enemy as the fog dissipated around her, as she continued gripping onto the matted fur of the satyr's leg. Why were they firing the lights with the sharp pointy things? She knew fire burnt, but surely the mere presence of such a thing would motivate the enemy more than it would harm them, and was about to ask if she could have on to keep, but the satyr and the woman appeared to have run out, leaving the moth girl sulking quietly to herself before the scarlet-haired woman interrupted her thoughts by addressing Lumu herself.

"Throw another healing potion..?" Yet didn't bother asking about whether or not that would be counterproductive due to the woman that had asked.. Nay, ordered her to throw the vial, despite the woman's laugh, she still scared her from what she had seen prior, most particularly how serious she had been whilst they all had been gathered in the tent, and needless to say, the moth did was she was told and once more, began rummaging through the bag yet again for another one of the crimson health-restoring vials she'd spent so long learning to make and stockpiled on her journeys

Lumu had never gotten around to the whole 'organising her satchel' part of journeying, and usually simply made-do with the mess given that four hands made quick work of finding anything. The satchel was also one of the few things that Lumu hadn't eaten aside from her own clothes, primarily because it was made of a thick leather that, despite being rather weighty, was incredibly sturdy, and although she had eaten a few pairs of her shirts during her time, she generally managed to keep her positions without falling to hunger.

Her soft, slightly fluffy hands gripped around what she was barely able to identify as a health potion from the lack of light in the area, and once again, tossed it with precision at the undead knight in the hopes of hitting him, unsure if she should have listened to the woman and thrown a poison potion, but did not have the will to disobey as she was already quite terrified of the angry enemy that had looked straight at her.
Reinhardt (tag, your turn~)​