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Fantasy How to Raise a Hero - Main
- Thread starter Bloody_Death
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Spoiled Bread
The Lord of the Uneaten
"So, that's Blita?" Standing at the edge of an airship's dock was Yuel, she was pointing at the small village in the distance. Next to her was the ship's navigator. He was reading a map and checking the location that the angel just pointed. Unfortunately the airship's route didn't pass above the village so she would need to fly by herself for a few miles.
"It should be. I never visit that place though so I'm not sure." He said while shrugging.
"Allright, I'm dropping off here then. Don't forget to remind the captain to take his medications, or he wouldn't be able to stop shitting in his pants." Preparing for her flight, Yuel picked up her only luggage: a rather large wooden briefcase that she must lift with both of her hands.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Healer!" The man gave her a salute and Yuel returned the gesture.
"and thank you for the ride."
Having said her farewell, Yuel jumped off from the ship, her wings were folded tight as she dived through the sky at 150 mph. The first time she was freefalling like this she ends up as a red paste on the ground, but now she's confident on her flying skill. Once she's close enough to the ground, she spread wide her wings, letting the wind stop her fall and changed her direction towards the village.
A month ago she suddenly received a pop out window containing an invitation to this Blita Village. She wasn't sure how to feel about this, suddenly got contacted by whoever this mysterious person who pulled her into this world after a whooping 5 years. Its like getting a call from that one high school friend who you never care before, and then she started aggressively trying to persuade you to buy a box of suspicious products and join her even more suspicious entrepreneur group... oh wait, that suspicious person was her. She was just that stupid and the day she got transported she still had the products of those damn pyramid scheme somewhere in her closet.
"Hello...?"
As Yuel finally arrived at the village, she was greeted by silence. The village was empty and she couldn't see anyone beside her. Yup, this looks like a trap. Still, Yuel nonchalantly take a tour around the village. It didn't take long for her to find a building that draw her full attention, a tavern. A tavern would have every things that she needs. Unfortunately for her, the door was locked. Unfortunately for the door, she didn't care. The door wasn't especially sturdy and she managed to broke the door after five kicks. There's still some time to kill until noon so Yuel stepped behind the counter and started to mix some cocktails for herself.
"It should be. I never visit that place though so I'm not sure." He said while shrugging.
"Allright, I'm dropping off here then. Don't forget to remind the captain to take his medications, or he wouldn't be able to stop shitting in his pants." Preparing for her flight, Yuel picked up her only luggage: a rather large wooden briefcase that she must lift with both of her hands.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Healer!" The man gave her a salute and Yuel returned the gesture.
"and thank you for the ride."
Having said her farewell, Yuel jumped off from the ship, her wings were folded tight as she dived through the sky at 150 mph. The first time she was freefalling like this she ends up as a red paste on the ground, but now she's confident on her flying skill. Once she's close enough to the ground, she spread wide her wings, letting the wind stop her fall and changed her direction towards the village.
A month ago she suddenly received a pop out window containing an invitation to this Blita Village. She wasn't sure how to feel about this, suddenly got contacted by whoever this mysterious person who pulled her into this world after a whooping 5 years. Its like getting a call from that one high school friend who you never care before, and then she started aggressively trying to persuade you to buy a box of suspicious products and join her even more suspicious entrepreneur group... oh wait, that suspicious person was her. She was just that stupid and the day she got transported she still had the products of those damn pyramid scheme somewhere in her closet.
"Hello...?"
As Yuel finally arrived at the village, she was greeted by silence. The village was empty and she couldn't see anyone beside her. Yup, this looks like a trap. Still, Yuel nonchalantly take a tour around the village. It didn't take long for her to find a building that draw her full attention, a tavern. A tavern would have every things that she needs. Unfortunately for her, the door was locked. Unfortunately for the door, she didn't care. The door wasn't especially sturdy and she managed to broke the door after five kicks. There's still some time to kill until noon so Yuel stepped behind the counter and started to mix some cocktails for herself.
Dovinique
a fishy little sushi
Human
Ashta Lecanor
Affinity
Hortensia Harbor → Blita
“No.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No.”
“Let me come with you.”
“No…”
“I’ll suggest-”
“No and still no, Zal…”
Her violet eyes narrowed as she locked her gaze on his, her right hand pressed gently against his lips to silence him, “I’m sorry, but I need to go alone.” She lowered her hand and resumed packing. Undeterred, Zal quickly moved to her side, tilting his head to catch her eyes, "But why?????"
She paused, her hands stilling over her belongings. She had no ready excuse, no plausible reason she could offer. The truth was beyond her ability to share and this was the first and only clue she had about her purpose. Leaving the Blind Crowns was difficult, especially leaving Zaldone, but she knew she couldn’t ignore the message. She couldn't just live as Ashta without understanding what was happening.
“I’ll be back soon, Zal…” she began, her heart pounding as she prepared herself for what she had to say next, “...and when I come back, let’s… let’s… get…” She hesitated, uncertain if this was the right moment, but knowing it might be the only way to stop Zal from insisting on coming along, “...married, just as you asked.”
Zal's expression transformed from a pleading puppy to joyous hyperactive dog. His eyes sparkled, and he placed his hands on his hips, grinning widely, “You said it, Ashta! You said it. You better keep your words.”
Ashta laughed and nodded as Zal kissed her forehead quickly. He then eagerly began to help her with packing, humming happily while she smiled worriedly… Can I really keep my words?
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Blita was not at all what Ashta had expected. The village was deserted, empty, and eerily quiet, yet a faint trace of human (?) warmth lingered in the air. She ventured deeper into the village, hoping to encounter someone… anyone… but the streets remained desolate. She tried the door of one house, but it was locked tight, as if the entire village had been sealed by design. She tried another door with the same result—locked.
This wasn’t a village ravaged by raiders, it seemed deliberately abandoned. Not giving up, Ashta took another detour, choosing a different path that led her to the village's other side. There, she found fresh footsteps. She crouched down, examining them closely, her eyes tracing the path they marked. The trail seemed to lead south... or maybe north? No, it definitely headed east. She hesitated, unsure whether to follow the tracks or stay put, but then she recalled part of the message she had received.
To my travelers from another world...
I look forward to meeting you all very soon….
There were others expected to arrive, travelers like herself, who had been plucked from their worlds and thrust into this new one without any guidance. The prospect of meeting fellow travelers brought a different kind of comfort than what she found with the Blind Crowns and the people back in Hortensia Harbor. It felt like the promise of a reunion with long-lost friends, or the warmth of coming home after years of wandering.
As Ashta rose from her crouch, she sensed someone approaching. Light steps, but the presence was unmistakable. Her instincts kicked in as she reached for her sword, drawing it swiftly. She spun around, thrusting the blade toward the source of the footsteps, aiming for the neck—close enough to send a clear warning but precise enough to avoid causing harm.
Code by Serobliss
Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
He had been summoned. The forest at the outskirts of the village had been silent. Every step a soft thump as metal clinked, striking the grassy dirt, they echoed almost — groaning in the nature's unnatural quiet. Occasionally Serakiel would halt, lending his ears to the wind's murmur, to hear the sounds of life, but there was nothing, nothing except the low, hissing wind on his back, snatching at his black robes. In the five years of his self-appointed mission, the angel hadn't encountered anything quite like this. It was clear however, that it couldn't be ignored. The mute trees had started to thin as the angel drew closer to the town. He came across a winding road leading to the centre, even from this distance, Serakiel could tell that the same silence, which gripped the woodlands to his back, had stolen the life from Blita. He inclined his head slightly, silver locks gleaming beneath his hood, strands of moonlit radiance in the pale shadows that hung around his features. He took a breath. The air had been heavy with the musk of grain-pollen, and livened by the scent of a nearby river. "At least this remains untainted." Serakiel muttered.
Serakiel wished his expectations hadn't been satisfied. The angel's hazel-touched eyes panning across the buildings — quaint homes, vacant stalls, and unbarred shops all stood in sombre solitude. No signs of strife, blatant or otherwise, life's bustle — its existence had simply vanished. He walked slowly through the streets, imagining how such places were crowded with people, from the vendor clerks pawning their wares, the unhurried shuffle of the elderly, to the joy of children as they played. Serakiel shook his head, then heard the thump of booted footfalls.
He spun abruptly, moving in the direction of the sounds. Emerging out of an alleyway, the angel saw a woman on one knee, her focus drawn to the set of tracks leading away from her. Serakiel drew his warscythe, its dark, wicked blade curved downwards. Suspect of the stranger's presence, he moved swiftly and lowly, sidling towards the woman.
Suddenly she turned, sword drawn, brought to bear against the angel. Her reaction had been swift, honed on the whetstone of battle. There was a solid crack of metal striking metal as the sea-haired woman's blade struck the warscythe's haft. His reflexes kicked in the moment his eyes registered the thrusting motion, he had been reminded of the days under his father's tutelage, the ceaseless combat drills and weapon practice for a second.
He stood there, towering over the woman's svelte form. The sun had fallen behind him, throwing a ghastly shadow over her, then he unfurled his wings. Broad, and adorned by shifting threads of inky-blackness, trimmed with a metallic silver, the wings had been that of the sky, almost melting with the cloudless azure above them. A dark spectre, features inscrutable by the pale darkness of his hood, save for the pallid locks that cascaded down like ivory waterfalls. Cautiously, he stepped back away from the woman, allowing her room. His hand went up slowly, doffing the hood that obscured his face. His pale skin shone in the sun's light as though he were a spirit made manifest in the realm of mortals.
"You've answered the summons as well?" Serakiel asked. His voice had been rough, weary, but faintly melodic. It was a voice that belonged to a soloist, long since withered by a lifetime of songs. However, there was a hope there in his lilting candour, a fire that warms, but does not sear, suffusing the very air with an inviting warmth.
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Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Merfolk
Morgan Rhoda
Blita
The days leading up to Morgan’s departure from Litdunn Forest were bittersweet, if not a little somber. Evalina was even quieter than she usually was, and Laurence was constantly not-so-subtly trying to dissuade Morgan from leaving.
In hindsight, maybe “I need to leave in a month and I don’t know if I’ll come back alive” wasn’t the best way to tell them about his upcoming trip to Blita.
And despite Morgan’s insistence on answering the summons, he almost gave into Laurence’s gentle behests for him to stay.
His recollection of Prisma the Light was hazy at best. He’d read the book as a child, and he only skimmed his new copy that he received prior to being transported to this world. Nevertheless, he knew about the upcoming disaster.
Jiang Maoling died in the original tale. Who’s to say that Morgan wouldn’t meet the same fate on this journey?
But that was all the more reason for Morgan to answer the call. He had to fight for a chance at surviving the plague, and if he failed — well, at least he would save his family the heartache of watching him pass in front of their eyes.
At last, Blita came into view. All of a sudden, it felt like a switch was flipped. His heart thundered in his chest. His hands and feet felt cold and he was trembling all over.
The task before him seemed insurmountable.
No, not the task of saving the world.
The task of meeting new people.
Still, he didn’t stop moving, and he stepped foot into the village. He swallowed and inhaled deeply until his chest ached — then promptly choked on the breath when a metallic clang rang in the air.
Morgan looked this way and that, but the streets were quiet save for the ringing reverberation of whatever had made that sound. Or rather, there wasn’t a single soul in sight. Huh. Maybe all the villagers were all enjoying a midday nap.
With some hesitation, he approached the direction of the noise, weaving around a few houses until he emerged at a path leading out the village. There, he saw two people, both with weapons drawn. Morgan shrank back and was ready to dart away, until he realized that he recognized one of them.
“Mister… uh, Serakiel?” he called out, just barely grasping the name from his memory. He recalled that Serakiel had passed through Litdunn Forest at one point. Morgan wasn’t good with remembering people and their names, but Serakiel had cut such a striking figure with his imposing height and beautiful countenance. Morgan couldn’t forget him even if he tried. Oh, but maybe he should introduce himself in case Serakiel forgot about him. “It’s Morgan. Um, from Litdunn Forest.”
Wait… why was Serakiel here? And why was he bearing arms against this pretty lady? Was this a test? To see their aptitude or something?
The relief of seeing someone he recognized was immediately replaced by a spike of anxiety. Morgan reached behind him to grab the handle of his staff, which was sticking halfway out of his backpack. Evalina had wanted to try and make a mana backpack for him, and Laurence was ready to throw his entire fortune away to buy one if she failed, but Morgan figured that it wasn’t worth it since he didn’t have much to pack anyway.
He was regretting the decision now as he fumbled to pull the staff out of its confines. Actually, no. Nevermind. He didn’t need the darn thing. He was taking too long, and neither of the two were attacking anymore.
Letting go of the staff, he instead brought his hand up in a wave. His cheeks were burning. Oh no.
“Hi. I’m Morgan.”
Aaand he said that already earlier. Time to die.
Code by Serobliss
OldTurtle
Shells Are Nice
Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Human
Raia Amantea
Defense
Hortensia Harbor → Blita
Rather than the usual desires that fueled his adventurous spirit, he'd been overtaken by nervousness, a feeling that had become foreign to him over the years. He'd forgotten what it felt like to be anxious, much like he'd almost forgotten about his old life. A single message brought the emotion and fading memories back in full force.
Five years ago, he spent so much time wondering about how everything happened. He was plagued by a stream of endless questions without answers, leaving him with a crippling fear of night and day. He eventually accepted that as how things were, coming to terms with a lack of explanation as he closed that chapter for good. But now many of those questions were returning, dozens of new ones among them.
He was never able to tell how closely the world followed the old book he read. While it shared many of the same locations and people, there were many other things never captured in black and white. In light of recent revelations, it seemed as though things were unfortunately on the same path. He was reminded of the great evil, something he hadn't thought of ever since he started life anew.
There was also something even more surprising mentioned in the strange message he received. While great destruction and disease were definitely the most concerning and a top priority, his thoughts always kept drifting back to the mention of multiple people. Others like him who came from the world beyond the pages. Not once had he ever considered that there might be more people who suddenly found themselves here.
Honestly, knowing he was about to meet other people in the same situation as him was a big source of his current nerves. Not in a bad way, though. In fact, there was something comforting about knowing he wasn't alone. He just wasn't too sure how things would turn out when the time came. After all, he wasn't very experienced with that other place, his current world feeling more like home than anything. Well, even with that being said, his feelings were much closer to excitement than worry, as he was looking forward to getting to know everyone. His few negative emotions were focused on a different matter.
The message mentioned the possibility of being sent back. He had a lot of mixed feelings on that subject. It was something he stopped thinking about entirely all those years ago, but now it was at the forefront of his mind.
He spent a lot of time wondering what would happen to him if he went back. He thought about what would become of his family. More than anything, he thought about Raia. The real Raia. Just like at the start, he thought about what happened to his soul. Would it return to his body? If the original came back, then would he go back to...whatever was left of Riley Ward? Was there even anything to go back to?
With those thoughts in mind, he spent the last month with his family after traveling back to Hortensia. He ate with them, laughed with them, and spent every moment immersing himself in the loving environment that taught him it was okay to live. It was enough time to fill his heart and help him make up his mind about everything. Now his time was up.
After a great deal of walking, he finally set eyes on the deserted village. With no hesitation, he picked up the pace and charged ahead, his wild, waist-length mane following closely behind like a bushy tail. Unfortunately, there was no crowd waiting to greet him. Or any amount of people, for that matter.
With it being a small village, he expected it to be a little quiet, but he wasn't anticipating an actual ghost town. There were no farmers, no old ladies hanging clothes out to dry, and no kids chasing each other with sticks. He was disappointed by the lack of energy, but it was also a bit concerning. Where had everyone gone? Did they get a message to clear out?
He remained near the edge of the village for a period of time, walking in a circle with arms crossed as he tried to solve the mystery of the missing villagers. He considered it may have been a village-wide fishing trip, a severe case of introversion, and even the chance of everyone getting sent to another world. All very strong possibilities, but he kept coming back to his initial thought.
If someone told the villagers to go elsewhere, wouldn't it have to be the same person who called for him and the others? They'd have to have some authority for that, right? Like a lord or something?
Before he could fully crack the case like the bonafide detective he was, the sound of shouting and something crumbling caught his attention. Thinking that someone was in trouble, he immediately darted off, following the only source of noise in the eerily quiet village. He could only hope that the people weren't missing due to something dangerous.
The concern got him to the scene of the crime quickly, and to his relief, it wasn't quite what he was expecting. No monsters and no blood. There were a few people standing around, and while he was pretty happy about actually managing to find signs of life, his attention was immediately consumed by the house that had taken a beating.
"Ah, that's not good!"
Too preoccupied with infrastructure, he didn't look at the other folks too closely as he dashed over to the rubble. Figuring the villagers wouldn't be too happy to see one of their houses busted up when they returned, he got to work right away. Rubbing his hands together and working his magic in a very literal sense, he mended and manipulated stone back into its proper shape.
Wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow with a look of satisfaction on his face, he turned away from his completed repairs and finally took notice of the ash-covered man right next to what used to be a pile of rubble. He saw large horns framing a head of blood-dyed hair, a striking figure that somehow went unnoticed while he was focused on construction duty.
"Huge!" That's the first word that left his mouth after giving the demon a good look. He looked him up and down, as if trying to measure him while he went to help dust some of the remaining ash off his person. "You alright? Looking a bit rough there, friend."
Raia adjusted pretty quickly, the demon's appearance being reduced to a lingering thought in the back of his mind as he continued to pat and wipe. Still, it was quite a shock. He didn't often meet people who were as tall as himself, let alone those who were even taller. Although, when he took another look around the place, there was another guy around the same height too. Heck of a day.
As he checked out the eye-catching pair of wings sprouting from his fellow giant, he finally took notice of the one familiar face in the small crowd of strangers. His already present grin stretched even wider as he bounded over to the short-haired woman, his energy levels rising by the second. "Ash!"
Getting close, he greeted her with a friendly pat on the back, not giving the presence of weapons much thought. "Been a while since we last bumped into each other, huh? You and the others doing good? And who are these guys? New recruits?"
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CasualTea
[ 404 ]
Human
Rohen Walker
Accuracy & Precision
Hortensia Harbor
She's getting side tracked, she needs to focus. Dripping the exact correct amount is crucial as just a bit too much, could cause an explosive result in her face. Unfortunately, that's what was going to happen in just a few seconds. A few seconds, four seconds tops. Just like a video game, a status screen popped up right in front of her. However, this wasn't a video game so seeing a status window in front of her very eyes like that was surprising and shocking to say the least. She's seen a spell that projects similarly to map out dungeons or general mazes, basically anywhere the user has explored, but to see this pop up without any spell prompt and in the form of a letter? Well, it was enough to distract her and accidentally panic when she poured too much of the solution to the point where it started... "boiling."
"Shit!" She exclaimed before she activated a defensive spell, which looked like a large quantity of hexagons formed in a way that acted like a sort of glass shield. It was an ordinary and basic defensive spell every mage from the academy was taught. Which means, it's a spell Rohen has a mastery over. At least in all sense of the word, familiarity. It was only sufficient by the time the mixed volatile solutions mixed and mingled before peaking over into a climax of an explosive blast. She could only put up a small patch in front of her to block the explosion from making direct contact with her while the table she used shielded her lower half, but the pressure from the blast is still pressure and it blew her backwards making her fall in her chair. Thankfully, the explosion wasn't too bad as it was just a small shotgun casing. About the size of her palm but three times its size. However, getting sent backwards and the back of her head being really close friends with the floor was a very unpleasant feeling as it just gave her a new ache.
Even after recovering from the blast, the status window still hovered in front of her face like an annoying little fairy calling her name and telling her to listen. At first, she examined it with great annoyance which soon turned into a more interested attitude once she realized the contents of said letter as she was getting up. How long has it been? Five years now? Almost? After all that this world's... She's assuming a deity has finally showed their face or even bothered to say hello?
"...Right, off I fuck." She said displeased before she turned around to walk away from the message intending to incinerate the room with the message in it. But it still followed. In front of her face. "...Go away. I'm not gonna follow your rules. I already flipped you off a couple years ago, get a hint." She said before turning another way but it still persists in following her. In front of her face. She started swatting away at it in frustration. "Buzz off!!" But to no avail. She sighed before going over a bucket of water and dunking her head into it in hope of making the message go away. Of course, it followed. Especially with the tighter space, it was more pushed against her face.
After taking her head out of the water and using a spell to dry herself, she groaned loudly in defeat. She sat back down on her chair, slumping into it. "...This better not be some elaborate prank to see if I'm fucking insane." She said before pulling out a calendar and marking it down. Only then did it finally disappear and she was able to rid herself of the message. The nervousness and anxiety that the message had brought her however did not leave her.
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"You're going out?" A blonde girl with emerald eyes wearing simple clothes asked Rohen. She had an expression on her face that looked like she was pleading her not to leave. After all, Rohen is her mistress. Who wouldn't want to separate from their master if they were treated so well? "Yes, Yona. I need to investigate something and it might be a little dangerous. Even so, I can handle it." Rohen said, trying to reassure her that it'll be okay. "Wait, if it's dangerous, maybe it's best I go with you." "No, save your money for yourself. There's no need to use your expenses for my sake." She said refusing the idea of Yona travelling with her, mainly for a number of reasons that isn't just because of the need for animosity regarding the status window message that only she saw. One because they were at the port now and they were starting to board. Rohen had already paid her fee to board the flight while Yona did not. Two, Blita is not where this airship was destined. She was going to take it half way and jump off mid-flight. She already notified the captain beforehand so all crew hands knew about her sudden departure off starboard. She intended to fly the rest of the way there because she happened to master the art of flight due to the previous Rohen's excessive use for it. Unlike Rohen, Yona cannot fly. "It'll probably take me a week or two to figure things out." Soon, the captain began to make an announcement.
"Last call for boarding! We will be leaving shortly!!"
Upon hearing that, Rohen sighed and looked at Yona. "It's time." Yona went and hugged Rohen in which Rohen followed suit and hugged her back. They held each other for a few moments more before separating. "Please come back safe, Mistress Rohen." Rohen chuckled. "Don't worry, I will." She said before she began making her way up the ramp and onto the airship. As the airship began liftoff and departed, she was waving to her apprentice who was waving back from below. She wished she could tell her apprentice the truth about many things but she didn't want to make her think otherwise. Besides, how would anyone react if they were told they were living inside a story book she read from another world? And that she was not from it despite all these feats? It mattered not as those worries began to fade away just like the scene before her as the airship flew away from the harbor. In just a few hours, she will be overhead in Blita and make the drop to investigate what has been bothering her so and put an end to her anxieties. Little did she know, she had just embarked on a journey of a lifetime...
Code by Serobliss
CasualTea
[ 404 ]
Human
Rohen Walker
Accuracy & Precision
Blita
The descent down was not too much trouble for Rohen. As the previous owner of this body had abused her wind magic to fly almost everywhere, her body remembers it keenly how it feels to fly. Possessing their memories and reciting them accurately also helped activating and piloting the magic. To call it a breeze would be an understatement. It felt like it was second nature to her. Everything. Flight pathing, velocity management and even just sudden stops and propulsions in mid-air was very fluently executed. It made her wonder just how long she could fly then and how fast she could actually propel herself. Now wasn't the time though, she had business to take care of and wished to return as soon as possible.
Once she got within the perimeter of the village, she used her wind magic to ascend up to the rooftops of the buildings. She made sure to pick out tall buildings in order to get a view of the scene below. In which the scene barely had or lacked any movement at all, like a still picture. She was getting really suspicious. Being called out to an empty village such as this? It wouldn't be out of her way to just turn around and fly all the way back to the harbor before anyone found out about her presence. But that was until she began to hear... movement.
Specifically it was the sound of iron clashing, a very familiar sound in her line of work. However, this isn't no metal on an anvil. These were weapons. A fight? Then came the crumbling sound of a building collapsing. From there, she could visually see the cloud of rubble and debris being launched up into the air, peeking over the horizon of the other roofs of the buildings that did not share the same fate. This prompted Rohen the need to investigate, but with caution. She began to prepare for contact. Slinging her rifle around into her hands in front of her, she loaded its ammo tube compartment to full capacity with just four sabot vials infused with ice that could shatter upon impact. Her hand cannon, loading a capsule which contained the gun's ammo which had magic properties of water.
The idea here being her weapons being used when any threats that come at her are too close to hit with Zoltraak, a simple offensive magic spell that shoots a blast of concentrated mana towards her target. It's a great tool to use for heavy artillery-like damages but it's a very close call if she were to use it in very close range. That's where her weapons come into play. A rifle to inflict mid ranged attacks of alchemically brewed ice projectiles which explode upon impact leaving behind a patch of ice to slow down targets or even crippling their movements. A hand cannon using water rounds that can ricochet off one target and over to another. It's not the most lethal of her arsenal but it'll hurt like a bitch. Like getting pelted with a water balloon but at terminal velocity. The pressure would surely stagger or even knock them back. Maybe dislocate something if shot at a joint.
She flew over to a nearby rooftop to where she could see a group of people all in one place. She counted five of them, two of them being notably huge. All of them male, except for one. One of them catching Rohen by surprise as she was very well acquainted with them. So much so that she's considered as part of Rohen's family, an individual who is very close to her and vice versa. She flew over and perched atop of a building a little closer to them to get a better view but it was still rather far for the group to spot her. Taking out a magnifying scope, she mounted it to her rifle and took aim but her finger off the trigger. She only wanted to confirm their identity. Her eyes widened.
"Ashta...? What's she doing here?"
She said to herself before she realized she had her weapon drawn along with the other individual with wings and a scythe. This alarmed Rohen as it seemed like Ashta was in trouble. But at the same time... not? The angel looking figure that stood a distance from her, surely the co-partner of what caused the clash didn't seem to be threatening her or anything. In fact, it looked like conflict was de-escalating. That's when she began to look at the rest of the group. Besides Ashta and the winged fellow, there was two other humans and one notably huge guy with... a bird? It seemed like... No, it wasn't exactly a companion. Perhaps just a tag-along. Out of all of them, only two of them seemed like they didn't exactly belong in this situation. Just awkward presences.
There was no threat, but she was still wary. She decided to just keep watching for a while longer. She wonders why they were all gathered in this one area, in this desolate place. She laid prone on her stomach and got into position just comfortable enough to watch them and snuff out her presence visually. If they could sense her, she'd actually be quite some buildings down. A dozen maybe. She didn't really have any intent to harm.
...Maybe it was just best to go down there for herself. If Ashta is there, perhaps the others are fine. If anything sprung out on them, she did have her hand cannon loaded and ready to go. She was also quite quick on the draw too so she might even act on reaction and reflex before pondering the hesitation of harming or taking life. She slung her rifle back behind her and stowed away the scope. After such, she got up and made her descent down using her wind magic. She proceeded to walk towards the group, her nervousness and anxieties starting to build up as she was now going to be part of the group and share whatever fate they were going to get.
As she approached the group, she didn't relinquish her hood or mask and just kept it on. When she entered their circle, she just waved at them. "What... are you guys doing here?" She asked, not really trying to hide or change her voice to keep Ashta from figuring out it was Rohen behind the hood and mask. Besides, she's probably one in the wrong. She had her rifle drawn at them from a distance. This is just her coming clean, but she was still ready for any altercation even though the chance of it is extremely low. And... It is kind of chilly, she might wear the cloak a bit longer.
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Bloody_Death
The Ultimate Cookie Muncher
Spoiled Bread
The Lord of the Uneaten
"Oh my, finally. Some people!" Yuel's face brighten up as she watched two newcomer's entered the tavern. She frantically put the ten empty glasses she had been drinking from and the seemingly expensive wine bottle that she took from the tavern's special shelf behind the counter.
"Correct, I'm a traveler, too." She replied, meanwhile her hands started working on something behind the counter.
"I have been here for an hour, probably. Almost thought I went crazy because of all this silence, you know?" Yuel displayed a sheepish grin as she shared her experience. "Even a loner like me wouldn't be comfortable with the eerie atmosphere in this village. What's its called again, liminal space?"
Finally finished with her little craft, Yuel lifted a tray and revealed that she had been making another batch of cocktails behind the counter. While she might not be a bartender, she's pretty skilled with mixing stuffs from her experience here making medicine as healer. Yuel approached the seat Xiaoyu was sitting and put the drinks on the table in front of him, one for each person. The drinks looks simple, but was also rather unusual. It was served in a small glasses so its bubbling blue content could be clearly seen.
"Don't be shy, the drink is on the house. It's my specialty cocktail that only I have the recipe for. I call it... Pepsi." Yuel raised one of the glass high before yelling,
"Cheers!"
"Correct, I'm a traveler, too." She replied, meanwhile her hands started working on something behind the counter.
"I have been here for an hour, probably. Almost thought I went crazy because of all this silence, you know?" Yuel displayed a sheepish grin as she shared her experience. "Even a loner like me wouldn't be comfortable with the eerie atmosphere in this village. What's its called again, liminal space?"
Finally finished with her little craft, Yuel lifted a tray and revealed that she had been making another batch of cocktails behind the counter. While she might not be a bartender, she's pretty skilled with mixing stuffs from her experience here making medicine as healer. Yuel approached the seat Xiaoyu was sitting and put the drinks on the table in front of him, one for each person. The drinks looks simple, but was also rather unusual. It was served in a small glasses so its bubbling blue content could be clearly seen.
"Don't be shy, the drink is on the house. It's my specialty cocktail that only I have the recipe for. I call it... Pepsi." Yuel raised one of the glass high before yelling,
"Cheers!"
