Active [Quang - West Empire] Blood and Bonds

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Maxxob Rev IX Megilagor

While Ryuuji understood what Diego was doing, and it was probably right, if he had been able to hear what Diego had said he would have disagreed with one part, Ryuuji certainly did not consider himself a kid by any means, while he might be younger In this world he was still an adult, and he had certainly been an adult who was even older than he was now in his past life before he died and came to this realm.

Jethro's attacks seemed to damage the occult tree well enough ,and thankfully Ryuuji's spell had gone off as he had envisioned from what he could see, as the green energy had radiated from his arms and hands when he cast down the sizable lightning bolt striking the tree for some good team up damage as well with how it had penetrated the center, better yet it definitely wasn't immune to what he was casting.

It was a bit harder for Ryuuji to tell from where he was from more than likely what was going on with the leader and whether she was alive or dead, but it was evident that Diego had struck her down, and was freeing the people who had been tied up.


Thankfully Fenrir's attack also contributed to damaging the tree well enough with his strength with his blades, All and all it was pretty impressive.

But a bit concerning was the fact that the tree looked like it was literally bleeding while it's branches moved around more like an animal than a tree.

Ryuuji hoped the group knew well enough it'd be a good idea not to get any of that sap or whatever the hell it was on them with the way it bubbled on the ground, he could only conclude it was hot beyond what would be feeling comfortable on skin.

Thankfully some roots stopped in their tracks on the plus side.

When the people Diego had directed to come to him managed to get to him in the round, or at least with speaking distance he'd speak up,"Get behind me and stay close to me, I'll do my best keep you all alive." He spoke with a tone that suggested authority despite not really having much with them.

It seems that they knew how to huddle well enough.

He listened to what the fox slave said to him. "Forest Drinker you say? Purge the Empire's influence..I doubt even Jastira would approve of such a risky plan like this. While they may very well get rid of the corruption they seek to cleanse from the forest, it's apparent to me they'd be forfeiting their lives in the process..which maybe they're willing to give up for such a cause, but it's quite a foolish deal when all is said and done."

He looked onward at the moving humanoid mass of wood with all the supernatural stuff going on.

"So they claim fire is this entities weakness..thank you for you assistance." He gave a nod to the fox slave.


After what the slave said, Ryuuji figured it would be worth a shot, he knew that even if a human might have a harder time understanding clearly what he'd yell out from the distance he was at outside, Fenrir on the other hand had heightened senses.

"Try to use the torches on it! They told me it should be weak to fire!" He'd call out.

Ryuuji himself did not feel like he could run out there without leaving the slaves vulnerable for attack and he didn't have strong enough magic available at the moment to attack without getting close himself, so instead he'd watch what was going on with Precognition F, and he'd also focus on himself and the slaves using, My Achetyical Magic Use in Another World! E grade ability to heal and butf the slaves and himself.

since he was standing in place again he'd leverage his catalyst and hand movements once again rather than componentless.

Spoiler: Ryuuji Actions

1. Look at field with Precognition F

2. Cast My Acheypical Magic Use In Another World ability on himself and slaves to buff and heal.

BE: INT A (6) + ABL (2) + EQP (5) = 13
My Archetypical Magic Use in Another World! Magic E, Selective E, Healing F, Magic Targets F, Magic Range F, Magic Area of effect F, Spell Duration F, Bolster Vitality F, Bolster Strength F, Bolster Intelligence F, Bolster Speed F, Bolster Precision F, Energized E - E Grade Ability 0 Round cooldown. (Energized)

Ryuuji uses buffing and healing magic on allies who are in Range (15 ft area of effect, up to five targets, up to 1 hour RP time) while avoiding healing and buffing enemies by using selective.

Cooldown:
F: Ready
E: Cooldown (Until buff canceled or expires)
D: 1 post cooldown
C: 1 post cooldown

 

[Maxxob]

Fenrir Hellsing

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Titles: [Beast], [Butler], [Born For This], [Native], [Motivated], [Good Boy] - #3FA008
Languages: "Common", "<Bestial>"
Point Booster: Attentive Student E, RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set (upgrade or obtain)

TheTimePiece Rev IX Megilagor

Fenrir gritted his teeth as he pulled his sword away from the massive tree, watching how deeply had his blades penetrated its bark. The sap that oozed from it made his muzzled noise twitch, a slight expression of disgust crossing his features. “What is… this?” He thought to himself. While nothing that was said in the Slaver’s Guild could have prepared the Wolfman for what he was facing at that moment, there was a constant and faint thought that kept drumming on the back of his head. It was just like when the group faced Jethro in his previous insectoid form. A natural, bubbling hate he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The things just intensified as the bark of the tree split open, revealing what was being kept inside of it. Narrowing eyes were accompanied by growling from Fenrir, which grew in intensity with each passing second. And, as the sap/blood-like ooze began to take shape, a terrible one, it made the fur in Fenrir’s back to prickle and stand up, his tail twitched, freezing in place. The aura, exuded by the creature, was unmistakable: malevolent, evil. Not that there were any doubts prior, however that crushing presence made things clear: whatever that was, it had to be felled, and its existence had to be snuffed as quickly as possible.

The butler’s furred hand gripped the handle of his swords with renewed strength, even as he felt the boon who had been given by Ryuuji vanishing from his body. That didn’t matter at that moment, not at that critical moment. He, and whoever else attacked the creature, had to get things done. And, just as the Wolfman was preparing to slash not at the tree itself, but the creature who had formed, his furred ears twitched at the echoing, loud warning that came from Ryuuji.

“Whatever this is, it seems to be weak against fire!” He repeated the information, with a loud, thunderous voice, making sure that both Jethro and Diego could hear it. Without wasting another moment, Fenrir searched his belongings and produced a torch, after sheathing his swords. How fortunate that he had picked them up while on the market. And, using his fire-starting kit, it was light-up, its tip burning brightly, crackling with intensity.

“Burn and disappear, abomination!” He growled, sticking the burning torch right into the spaces he had carved previously with his sword, looking to burn that thing to a crisp.

Spoiler: Actions

Actions:
1 - Produce and light-up the torch
2 - Attack the forest drinker with the torch

 

[Megilagor]

Diego Argento
Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: Maxxob , TheTimePiece , Rev IX

Seeing that the cultist leader croaked unconscious and the slaves moved away to Ryuuji, he would positioned his glaive resting it against his shoulder so he could reach and produce the rope from where it rested on him, walking towards the cultist leader he would begin to tie them up securely like a pig for slaughter before securing them to his back with a few more knots.

Now with the cultist leader on his back tied away and truly secured he would take out a torch, lighting it up with his fire starter kit he kept secured under a plate of his armor for easier safekeeping. With his torch now lit he strode towards the tree placing his torch on his outstretched hand against the tree just waiting for it to catch on fire.
"Don't have to tell me twice that wood isn't fire resistant." Diego replied to Fenrir, after thinking for a bit he blurted out. "Does anyone of you have any sausages or marshmallows? Will have a nice and big bonfire real soon."

Actions & CD:
1. Diego takes out rope, moves to cultist, ties them up and secures them on his back.
2. Takes out and lights up the torch.
3. Moves towards the tree holding the torch against the tree?
F: Yes
E: 1/1
D: 2/2
Lucky: 1/2

 

[Maxxob]

Maxxob | Fenrir Hellsing RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set UPGRADE/ACQUIRE
TheTimePiece | Ryuuji Kamimura RP Goal: Connected [Desrosiers Family] F Asset --> E
Rev IX | Jethro Noiren RP Goal: Show his quality as a warrior
Megilagor | Diego Argento

A tremor ran through the oak’s trunk as the wounded Forest Drinker continued to drag itself free of the ancient bark. Its half-formed, wooden limbs stretched and contorted, each joint groaning like a twisting timber. The green glow pulsed erratically, and rivulets of viscous sap flowed from its wounds—a toxic lifeblood that hissed and bubbled wherever it splattered onto the soil. Despite the damage it had already sustained, malevolent power still clung to the abomination like a shroud.

At Ryuuji’s call to use fire, Fenrir and Diego wasted no time. Fenrir quickly lit a torch, pressing its flames into one of the deep gouges he and Jethro had carved into the trunk. The flames licked across the wounded bark, greedily devouring the flammable sap. A hideous, warbling cry—wood splitting beneath immense strain—erupted from the abomination’s half-formed maw. It jerked and thrashed, a wooden claw flailing near Fenrir as if trying to knock him away.

Meanwhile, Diego hastily secured the unconscious cult leader with rope, hoisting her onto his back like a grisly prize. Torch in hand, he strode forward and slammed the flickering brand against the tree from another angle. The reaction was immediate: tendrils of greenish flame raced across the oak’s surface, ignited by the superheated sap. The entire clearing lit up in a sickly glow, and the Forest Drinker’s branches convulsed above them, several snapping under its own violent movements.

From behind them, the newly freed slaves scrambled behind Ryuuji. They looked on in terrified awe as the mage’s healing and bolstering magic washed over them in a soothing, emerald glow, mending shallow wounds and calming ragged breaths. The fox beastkin trembled with relief, tears still streaking her cheeks, but now her eyes shone with a flicker of hope. Even the other slaves, who had stared blankly at death only moments before, stirred with renewed energy under Ryuuji’s magic.

Yet the battle was far from over. Despite the growing flames chewing hungrily at its trunk, the Forest Drinker began to lash out in defense. One of its limb-like branches slammed down where Fenrir had been a heartbeat before, sending up a spray of dirt and half-burned bark [? Grade + ? Blight Attack]. Another wooden claw swiped wildly near Diego, hurling embers and dripping sap into the air. [? Grade + ? Continuing Attack]

Then, with a wrenching crack, a knot of twisted roots exploded from the side of the oak’s base. The thick, snaking growths thrashed across the ground in a wide arc, spraying globs of bubbling sap—each glimmering with faint green embers. Every droplet that struck the soil sizzled and burned, leaving dark patches of blistered earth in its wake. [? Grade + ? AoE + ? Blight Attack]

Though grievously injured and aflame, the Forest Drinker was not yet beaten. Its remaining strength manifested in wild, desperate attacks, each an attempt to crush or impale those who had foiled the cult’s plans. Smoke and sparks swirled in the gloom as the creature’s agonized roars mingled with the crackle of spreading fire. The entity’s final stand had begun—and if the group could hold fast for just a little longer, the abomination’s own fury and the creeping flames might prove its undoing.

Spoiler: Map

Information: Each cell has a 5ft distance from each other
While didn't initiate yet, each player has a maximum of 3 actions

Spoiler: Extra items

Torches
Rope with hooks
Rope
Compass
Rocks

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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Jethro's mildly deranged grin vanished. Replaced by frustration upon seeing the blasted tree still willing enough to move. The attacks began to be reciprocated at them. Not that the swordsman cared. All the more motive to make it suffer.

It focused on the other two near it for the most part, but it was clear staying close without doing nothing could be bad. Seeing it spew green flaming goo brought a mild laugh to Jethro. One that grew manic by the second, as his body began to ooze out more of his pitch black flames. "Let's see who burns to a crisp first!" with a blood-curdling roar.

As green and black flames danced for supremacy, Jethro continued to relentlessly hack away at the tree with angry, yet coordinated strikes. "Die already!"

Actions
1 - Combat the tree's AoE with [Collected Roaring Eclipse]
2 & 3 - [Nightfall Dance] x2 if needed to finish off/further injure the tree

Cooldowns
B - 4/4 x
C - 2/3 x
D - 0/2 x
E - 0/1
F - xx

>Collected Roaring Eclipse - Fighting Style B, Aura B, Blight B, Penetrating B, Area E - User expands their flaming aura violently, decimating a small area (15 ft) with the intense, flaming blades pouring out of the user - B Grade - 4 post cooldown

>Nightfall Dance - Fast F, Speed Burst (x3), Fighting Style F, Penetrating F, Blight F, Energized F - User delivers a chain of quick attacks flowing onto each other - F Grade - 3 uses per turn

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Maxxob Rev IX Megilagor

Ryuuji looked onward at the chaotic scene before him while the fighting continued. HE knew that he needed to assist his allies with that team up once again. So he'd focus his magic, not moving from his spot, moving his arms as green energy magical flowed through them, his catalyst lighting up a bit with a magical glow.

First he'd look into the field with Precognition F once again to see into the future a few seconds.

Then he'd then extend his hand outward forcefully, spreading his fingers after speaking more soft chants, "Begone evil."

He'd say with finality as he attempted to smite the occult tree being once again, this time with a significantly more powerful attack than before. Shooting a green light energy lightning bolt from his extended wanting to hit it where it looked weakest, unable to call it down from the sky, lacking a strong enough indirect affinity at this level of magic.

Let There Be BIG Smite! - Magic C, Magic Range E, Magic Area of Effect E, Selective C, Lightning Affinity F, Light Affinity F - D Grade Ability 2 Post cooldown.
Ryuuji Casts forth a large green lightning bolt from his hand comprised of green light and lightning energy to smite his targets up to 100 Ft away in a 50 ft radial AOE.


He'd then focus again as more energy surged, as he brought down another bolt of lightning this time above the monster. The attacks it was making were less conventional making it feel harder for Ryuuji to help counter them with attack magic..but he had considered it in the moment, however he felt those who were attacking the tree were capable of dealing with the attacks themselves, and bringing it down as quickly as possible before it could regain strength struck him as a better option for the time being.

Let There Be Smite! - Magic D, Magic Range E, Magic Area of Effect E, Indirect Affinity E Selective D, Lightning Affinity F, Light Affinity F - D Grade Ability 2 Post cooldown
Ryuuji brings down a green lightning bolt from the above comprised of green light and lightning energy to smite his targets up to 100 Ft away in a 50 ft radial AOE.


"I'll get you all out of this, I can't promise that life will always be the easiest after this..but take it from someone whose been here..as a human slave in the West Empire of all things, just grit your teeth and endure..no matter what becomes of you..If you fall in line, and do what your master or mistresses tell you, and work your whole being into appeasing them..even if the best case scenario is they won't beat or torture you..that's much preferable to alternative as I Can tell you've all probably experienced too.." Ryuuji spoke seriously to the group.

"So..I want you all to live, and do it to best of your abilities, look for opportunities to move up in this system..if you're good at something hone skills, stay by us and you will live to see these opportunities!" He'd encourage them.

It wasn't necessarily Ryuuji being kind in the traditional sense, but he figured giving them a stronger will to live would ultimately help the group's goal of getting them back safely, and it wasn't really a lie either, seeing other people succeed was good to Ryuuij when it meant it helped him in some way too.

Spoiler: Ryuuji Actions

Ryuuji Actions:
1. Precognition F
2. Cast the following ability on tree monster:
Let there Be BIG Smite! BE:
INT A (6) + Catalyst B (5) + ABL C (4) = 15 + 1 (Bolster) = 16 Base Effectiveness,

Let There Be BIG Smite! - Magic C, Magic Range E, Magic Area of Effect E, Selective C, Lightning Affinity F, Light Affinity F - D Grade Ability 2 Post cooldown.
Ryuuji Casts forth a large green lightning bolt from his hand comprised of green light and lightning energy to smite his targets up to 100 Ft away in a 50 ft radial AOE.

Let there Be Smite! BE:
INT A (6) + Catalyst B (5) + ABL D (3) = 14 + 1 (Bolster) = 15 Base Effectiveness,
3: Cast the following ability on tree monster:
Let There Be Smite! - Magic D, Magic Range E, Magic Area of Effect E, Selective D, Lightning Affinity F, Light Affinity F - D Grade Ability 2 Post cooldown
Ryuuji brings down a green lightning bolt from above comprised of green light and lightning energy to smite his targets up to 100 Ft away in a 50 ft radial AOE.


Cooldowns:
F: Ready
E: Cooldown until buff expires or is cancelled
D: 2 round cooldown
C: 3 round cooldown

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[Maxxob]

Fenrir Hellsing

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Titles: [Beast], [Butler], [Born For This], [Native], [Motivated], [Good Boy] - #3FA008
Languages: "Common", "<Bestial>"
Point Booster: Attentive Student E, RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set (upgrade or obtain)

TheTimePiece Rev IX Megilagor

Fenrir watched as the monstrous tree let out a cry, thanks to all the torches being thrusted into its very being. However, it appeared it wouldn't remain still any longer, as the Forest Drinker attempted to attack him, trashing about. First a wooden claw, then one of its limbs being slammed towards him. Finally, the explosion on its base, spraying its now scorching and sizzling sap against its surroundings.

Having left the burning torch inside the ancient tree, the Wolfman quickly drew his swords and moved them against the moving massive branch. The graceful, yet strong movement, once more using its usual X-shaped motion, this time around began at the upper part until the very bottom against the flailing branch [Action 1]. Following the counter-assault, he would deliver a dual thrust, sticking both of his blades in the burning crevice, trying to penetrate as much as he could from it [Action 2/3].

Spoiler: Actions

Actions:
1 - Slice-and-Dice - Fighting Style E + Deflect F + Penetrating F + Energized E - Grade E 0 Post Cooldown - STR C (4) + WPN D (3) + ABL E (2) = 9 , -1 to enemy attacking stat if they are attacking, -1 to enemy item
2 - Basic attack +1 combo
3 - Basic attack +1 combo | Total 11 BE

 

[Maxxob]

Maxxob | Fenrir Hellsing RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set UPGRADE/ACQUIRE
TheTimePiece | Ryuuji Kamimura RP Goal: Connected [Desrosiers Family] F Asset --> E
Rev IX | Jethro Noiren RP Goal: Show his quality as a warrior
Megilagor | Diego Argento

A final chorus of destruction swept the clearing as the group unleashed a barrage of attacks on the half-formed Forest Drinker. Jethro stood at the forefront, dark flames flaring around him in a broad aura before exploding outward. Tendrils of black fire leapt from his body, scoring furrows across the oak’s bark and incinerating the writhing roots that had burst from the soil. In quick succession, he followed with a chain of relentless sword strikes—each blow deepened the cracks along the abomination’s trunk, sending searing sap spraying in all directions.

Simultaneously, twin bolts of Ryuuji’s green lightning smashed into the wounded tree with thunderous force—one hurled from his outstretched hand, the other called down from the very sky above. The blasts tore into the gashes already hewn by Jethro, Fenrir, and Diego, causing large chunks of burning wood to slough off in smoldering clumps. Sickly-green light flickered erratically across its surface, threatening to wink out with each new strike.

Fenrir raised both swords, meeting the flailing branch that threatened to crush him. His blades traced a clean X-shaped arc, hacking through the limb and knocking it aside before it could land a devastating blow. Seizing the opening, the Wolfman lunged in with twin thrusts—his steel biting deep into the pulsing, glowing hollows beneath the bark. At the same time, Diego and Fenrir’s torches continued to feed the spreading fires, sap-fueled flames devouring everything from within.

For a heartbeat, the monstrous creature lingered, its malevolent green glow pulsing weakly along splintered bark and shredded roots. Then, with a sound like a mighty tree felled by a storm, the Forest Drinker collapsed. Its trunk and branches broke inward, imploding in a torrent of blackened timber and fizzing sap. A noxious green mist wafted off the ruin, dispersing quickly under the crackle of the spreading flames.

An eerie hush fell over the clearing. Crumbling bark and sputtering embers replaced the creature’s tortured screams, as though the woods themselves waited to confirm the Forest Drinker was truly done. Slowly, the tainted glow seeped out of the timber and boiled away with a hiss, leaving only charred remains where the ancient oak once stood.

The newly freed slaves huddled near Ryuuji, trembling but alive—and staring at the devastation with a mixture of awe and relief. The fox beastkin swallowed hard, her wide eyes glistening. “It’s… over?” she asked in a shaky whisper, as if scarcely believing the abomination was truly gone.

They dared to breathe once more. A few slaves let out half-sobs, half-laughs at their own survival, gingerly tracing the raw patches where rope and brand collars had chafed. One or two sank to the ground outright, hands pressed to their faces, body-wracking relief overtaking them at last.

Amid the haze of smoke and ash, Diego stood with the unconscious cult leader slung over his back, bound tight as a trussed hog. The final echoes of Ryuuji’s speech rang in the silent air, and the freed slaves looked between each other—then to their unexpected rescuers. Though they remained wary, Ryuuji’s words offered at least a sliver of hope: that there might be a way forward, even in a world as cruel as the West Empire.

All around them, the forest crackled softly, small fires still burning against charred bark. Whatever unholy power once held sway in this glade had been vanquished. The tainted tree was gone, its ritual of blood and terror interrupted before it could fully consume these souls—and possibly more beyond.

Yet, the confrontation was far from the end of their trials. The rancid scent of scorched sap clung to the air, and the nightmarish scene of half-consumed corpses still lay scattered around the blackened altar. Deep shadows still twined through the Whispering Woods, hiding the paths of fleeing cultists—or perhaps other lurking dangers.

For now, at least, the group stood victorious over an ancient horror. The slaves were safe, if shaken, and the cult leader, gravely wounded yet alive, was theirs to deliver to justice—or interrogation. How the West Empire would treat such sacrilege was anyone’s guess.

As Fenrir, Jethro, Diego, and Ryuuji took stock of their injuries and the overall situation, the faint, distant whisper of the woods seemed to recede, as though the forest itself were breathing a sigh of relief—or simply drawing back to watch how its new tenants would proceed.

Whatever their next move, the Whispering Woods were not yet behind them—and the consequences of this battle, for better or worse, were just beginning to unfold.

Spoiler: Extra items

Torches
Rope with hooks
Rope
Compass
Rocks

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Maxxob Rev IX Megilagor

At seeing Fenrir's final assault the impressive x making it's mark, as well as Jethro's defiant blow which had power behind it and, his lightning striking the tree decisively twice, their joint effort was apparently too much for it to handle, suddenly the occult tree being sort of just fell and collapsed it seemed, imploding even, as sap and some sort of fume was released from it.

"Becareful that stuff can't be good to inhale or get on you!" He'd call out.

Beyond that it didn't look like anyone had been particularly hurt among his party which was fortunate. Regardless he decided against moving in for the time being just encase there was some unwanted surprise that emerged, you could never be to cautious with these types of foolish rituals.

Even more surprisingly it was almost as If the tree hadn't been there to begin with how much of it just melted away. He felt truly fortunate that their enemy had only been partially formed and that they had interrupted it as it had seemed that it would have been an even more tough and dangerous foe had it fully formed, the attacking power which it showcased even only partially formed quite telling.

After his speech lingered and the slaves all looked considerably more pleased, Ryuuji watched the scene a bit longer before he nodded, "It should be..from what I can tell."

He'd pause before he continued to speak to them, tapping into Persuasion F + Etiquette F + Energized F

" But even so, there's some important information I need to ask all of you, besides those of you who are here, were there any more of you elsewhere? If there are or were could you tell me what's become of them and or where they might be right now?"

" I think you have all seen first hand why it's better if you all come back with us rather than try your odds out here..and I also want to clarify and say that I can revive any one whose fallen thus far as long as it hasn't been ten days and enough of their body is intact, so if there's anyone who was part of your cohort who meets that criteria and you wish to save their life, I can be of assistance there too." he'd add.

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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His rage filled strikes meshed with Jackass, Lap Dog, and Mop Head's efforts. Beating the blasted tree into a bunch of charred twigs. It was done. The enemy was dead. The swordsman clicked his tongue. The blasted thing had died way before he was satisfied with venting his rage on his strikes. "Whatever..." the assassin said to himself as he flipped away from the tree. Landing on his feet while now facing Mop Head and the slaves.

"Is this it?" he asked with a returning coldness to his voice. Mop Head was already doing the pertinent questions, so he had nothing to do at the moment. He kept an ear on the conversation, but opted to look around. See if there was something else worth noting nearby.

 

[Megilagor]

Diego Argento
Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: Maxxob , TheTimePiece , Rev IX

"Reminder to self. Next time prepare an axe or napalm when going into the woods." Diego jested to mostly himself, as he let go of the torch where he held it. He would walk to the two corpses that he saw lying near the tree before they began this fight wanting to drag them to Ryuuji, but before that taking a quick look at his fancy new cult leader backpack, seeing if they still live and whatnot.

He would steadily move towards him while avoiding anything the bloody tree spat out at them along the way or further damaging the corpses.
"I really need to find myself some smokes. At some point." He said under his own breath as he was nearing his target.

When he arrived to Ryuuji he said. "Here you go, two bodies and a hog-tied cult leader backpack delivered."

Actions & CD:
1.
F: Yes
E: 1/1
D: 2/2
Lucky: 1/2

 

[Maxxob]

Fenrir Hellsing

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Titles: [Beast], [Butler], [Born For This], [Native], [Motivated], [Good Boy] - #3FA008
Languages: "Common", "<Bestial>"
Point Booster: Attentive Student E, RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set (upgrade or obtain)

TheTimePiece Rev IX Megilagor

With the battle coming to an end, Fenrir used his Blitz-Fang (Fast F + Energized F) to quickly move away from the burning, dying creature, taking Ryuuji's advice. The Wolfman wasn't about to let whatever was oozing and being spilled from it, also not really fancied smelling the fumes of its burning essence.

And, kicking up grass and breaking twigs, he would dash towards Ryuuji and the recovered slaves. They might have escaped their fate as sacrifices, but their position as someone's property would certainly remain. "If the cult leader isn't going to be questioned, better for me to store her until the appropriate time." With a flourish of his massive furred hand, the space in front of him opened, like a jacket having its zipper brought down.

Inside the 100ft radius space [Pocket Dimension D], there was nothing but endless emptiness, a curious white void of sorts. "I would assume to be more comfortable than carrying her around." He told Diego, with a small chuckle.

A furrowed eyebrow was raised with the way Ryuuji was conducting business with the slaves, giving them options when they didn't really have them. Still, the butler understood that making them follow them by themselves was less laborious than dragging them all the way back to the capital. "This is it... for these at least. The magistrate said that there were twenty slaves, didn't he? Counting the two who are dead, we are not even halfway through the quota." Even as he said that to Jethro, Fenrir didn't discount the possibility of the others already having been sacrificed.

"Where are the rebels who freed you from the wagon that were transporting you to Quang? Were there any rebels to begin with? How did these cultists came in possession of you?" The Wolfman asked the slaves, as the situation wasn't exactly clear. "I find it difficult to believe that rebels, who are known to try and free captive slaves, were actually trying to sacrifice them." For the Wolfman, something else had happened.

With his attention shifting to Ryuuji, he added. "It might be good to bring these two back to life as." He pointed as the two bodies which Diego had brought, sheathing his swords.

 

[Maxxob]

Maxxob | Fenrir Hellsing RP Goal: Asset Luxury Tea Set UPGRADE/ACQUIRE
TheTimePiece | Ryuuji Kamimura RP Goal: Connected [Desrosiers Family] F Asset --> E
Rev IX | Jethro Noiren RP Goal: Show his quality as a warrior
Megilagor | Diego Argento

A hush settles over the clearing, broken only by the distant crackle of dying flames and the occasional pop of smoldering sap. Charred wood and thick fumes cling to the air—a grisly testament to the Forest Drinker’s final moments. The rescued slaves remain gathered near Ryuuji, looking to him and the others with a shaky, grateful sort of caution.

They listen, wide-eyed, as Ryuuji explains his unusual offer of resurrection. A few glance anxiously toward the two corpses Diego has dragged over, but nobody volunteers anything immediately. Even the fox beastkin, who seems the most vocal among them, looks torn. For now, none appear eager to revisit the trauma of seeing their fallen comrades torn apart by the abomination.

At Fenrir’s more direct questions—and Ryuuji’s, about whether more slaves remain—one of the human captives steps forward, a middle-aged man with rough features and a fresh lash mark across his cheek. He glances around nervously before clearing his throat.

“Thank you…for saving us,” he begins, voice trembling. “We were part of Lord Veylan’s caravan—twenty, maybe more. The rebels hit us on the roads just outside the Whispering Woods. They claimed they were liberating us from the West Empire, but…” His gaze darts to the blackened stump where the Forest Drinker had stood. “Most of us never even made it to their camp. The caravan got split in the fighting. Some slaves ran deeper into the forest, and then this—” he gestures to the cult’s makeshift altar “—happened.”

He exhales a shaky breath and rubs at his shoulder, where the brand still glows faintly.

“We don’t know if the cult ambushed the rebels, or if there were multiple groups out here. All I know is that these robed madmen captured us before the rebels could regroup. It…didn’t seem like they were working together. The rebels wanted to free us—these people wanted to sacrifice us.”

Another survivor, a gaunt fae woman, nods in agreement.

“I-I saw some rebels dragged off by these cultists too, once they were overwhelmed. Not just slaves. It’s possible the rebels who survived are out there, or maybe they ran. I don’t think the robed ones got everyone.”

She shudders at the memory, hugging her arms around herself. The fox beastkin places a comforting hand on the fae’s shoulder before looking up at Fenrir and Ryuuji with worried eyes.

“When we were all taken, there were at least a dozen other slaves still unaccounted for—maybe more, if some fled. These cultists only had us five left alive, and… two more died right before you arrived.” Her gaze drifts to the bloodstained altar with a pang of guilt. “They took others deeper into the woods earlier, but we don’t know where.”

She pauses, swallowing hard.

“As for rebels… We heard them mention a camp to the northwest edge of the Whispering Woods. They’re supposed to be holding ‘liberated slaves’ there—though whether it’s a hideout or just a temporary refuge, we’re not sure.”

At this, one of the human slaves musters a trembling but earnest look at Ryuuji.

“Truly…some of us just want to go back to Quang, if that’s where you’re taking us. The thought of wandering these woods again—” he trails off, gazing at the charred remnants of the cult’s sacrificial tree. “I’d sooner put my life in the Empire’s hands than risk being caught by more of these monsters.”

A nervous, unanimous murmur of agreement circulates among the captives. Even the fox beastkin, who once seemed more spirited, keeps her gaze lowered, tail swishing anxiously.

Meanwhile, Diego’s “backpack” cult leader still breathes in shallow rasps, unconscious but alive. Despite the filth and blood matting her hair, her ritual scars and strange attire mark her as someone with deeper ties to this forest’s horrors. Fenrir’s suggestion of stowing her in a pocket dimension draws shocked, wary looks from the slaves, but none protest—too exhausted and relieved to argue.

At the outskirts of the clearing, Jethro’s vigilance ensures no stray cultist remains hidden among the dense, shifting foliage. Charred branches creak overhead, and one final hunk of oak crashes to the ground in a burst of embers—but no new threats surface. Even the forest’s eerie whispers have receded, as though the woods themselves have momentarily drawn back to nurse fresh wounds.

For now, the group stands at a crossroads. They have a cluster of shaken slaves who, for the most part, would rather face slavery in Quang than risk further horrors in the Whispering Woods. Yet they also know more survivors—and possibly the rebels—could be deeper in the forest, near the northwest.

Behind them, the route south eventually leads back to Quang and the Slavers Guild. Ahead, to the northwest, the shifting paths promise both unknown dangers and the faint possibility of rescuing more slaves before they meet a fate worse than chains.

One thing is certain: returning to Orlan and Nala without a clearer understanding of what became of the remaining “cargo” might invite problems. And though the cult has been dealt a harsh blow, the possibility of more surviving fanatics—or even other twisted forces—lurking among the ancient trees remains a chilling prospect.

Whatever path they choose, time weighs heavily on them. The Whispering Woods rarely grants second chances.

Spoiler: Extra items

Torches
Rope with hooks
Rope
Compass
Rocks

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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Jethro glanced over to Jackass and his peculiar note. The thought of saying something about teamwork went through his head as a joke. A very unfunny one. He held back his disgust and turned to the edges of the clearing. Nothing in sight. Which left him to listen to the rest of the group talking about what to do with the captured cultist. Jethro wasn't all that convinced it was a good idea, but held that to himself once again. As for the dead slaves, it did sound more reasonable. A question did repeatedly come to mind, enough for him to voice it. "There a chance of anything that just happened resulting in a curse?" his lack of knowledge about this part of the continent surfaced again.

Mild concerns aside, the rest of the group interrogated the scared slaves. "I don't think it's worth looking for the scattered ones. It feels like a waste of time" Jet commented. "Who knows how much they ventured in, and how isolated they are from each other. And I doubt we rid the forest of danger by killing these..." He added. His voice bleeding some anger under the dryness of his tone. "Then again", an ominous grin crept to his face "I wouldn't mind chopping and burning more cultists"

Before he could turn away, another slave actually had surprisingly nice things to say. "...Mm, a camp?" he repeated to himself, interest reflecting in his voice. That sounded like a nice thing to check for. And to much contrast, the first cowardly slave asking to be brought back to Ororoot's hands earned a fiery glare. His hand even reached for his sword. But the assassin managed to hold himself back, clicking his tongue and instead walked to the path yet to be investigated by them, Trying to see if he managed to get something off his [Danger Sense], [Appraisal], and [Perception]. Even looking for tracks on the ground or nearby trees.

"Say, Lap Dog." Jethro called out, back still turned . "What about tossing all of the slaves but one in there instead?" He faced the group before continuing "A witness might be useful, and one dead weight to protect is easier than five..." He locked eyes with Mop Head, anger quietly bubbling at the memory of being resuscitated into more slavery. "Maybe seven."