Active [Quang - West Empire] Blood and Bonds

[Maxxob]

Maxxob | Fenrir Hellsing
TheTimePiece | Ryuuji Kamimura
Rev IX | Jethro Noiren
Megilagor | Diego Argento

About this RP: After Saoirse Desrosiers opting to go and meet Lei-Cao's family, she entrusted Fenrir, Ryuuji, Diego and Jethro to taking upon a request that was made available in the Slavers Guild in a manner to help her own standing within the nation.

It will be biweekly, with the approximate duration from 8 to 12 narration posts.

On your first post, mention everything and anything that is pertinent about your character: point boosters, desired assets, wanted titles, etc.

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The Slavers Guild hall was a monument to power and control, its high vaulted ceilings adorned with banners depicting the empire’s triumphs over beasts and men. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint, ever-present metallic tang of chains. At the edges of the room, slaves in iron collars stood motionless, their eyes downcast, a stark reminder of the empire’s hierarchy. Fenrir, Ryuuji, Diego, and Jethro stood in the center of the chamber, their presence marked not by collars but by the weight of their station—property, yet entrusted with a task that could shift the balance of power.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding immediate attention. Magistrate Orlan, a panther beastkin of striking elegance, moved with the grace of a predator and the authority of a noble. His jet-black fur gleamed under the flickering torchlight, and his golden eyes, sharp and calculating, swept over the group with a mix of appraisal and disdain. He was dressed in opulent regalia: a white turban adorned with a sapphire-like gemstone, a red and gold-trimmed coat embroidered with intricate patterns, and a golden-hilted saber at his side. His every movement exuded refinement and power, a living embodiment of the empire’s elite.

Magistrate Orlan
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“The Desrosiers’ assets,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with condescension. “I am Magistrate Orlan, and your mistress has offered your services to address a… delicate matter.” He gestured to a large map spread across a polished oak table, its edges weighted down by iron manacles. “A merchant caravan, owned by one Lord Veylan, has gone missing in the Whispering Woods. The merchant himself is safe, having escaped the ambush, but his cargo—valuable cargo—has been taken.”

He paused, his golden eyes lingering on each of them, as if to emphasize the gravity of the situation. “The cargo consists of slaves, freshly acquired from the eastern markets. Lord Veylan is a man of considerable influence, and his loss is… inconvenient. Your task is simple: retrieve the cargo and ensure its safe return to Quang. The guild will compensate your mistress handsomely for your success.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. The slaves were not just property; they were a symbol of the empire’s power, and their loss was a blow to the guild’s reputation. Magistrate Orlan leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, almost purring tone. “There are rumors, of course. Whispers of beastkin rebels in the woods, stirring up trouble. If they are behind this, they must be dealt with swiftly and decisively. The empire does not tolerate insurrection.”

He straightened, his posture regal and composed, one clawed hand resting lightly on the hilt of his saber. “You will leave at dawn. The woods are treacherous, and time is of the essence. Do not disappoint us.” He turned as if to leave but paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Do you have any questions? Speak now, or hold your tongues until the task is complete.”

The group stood in silence, the unspoken tension of their mission settling over them like a heavy cloak. After questions, the party had little time to prepare, but the question lingered: what would they do when they found the slaves?

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Goal: Raise Connected [Desrosiers Family] F Asset --> Connected [Desrosiers Family] E Asset

Feature: Mental Compartmentalization - ability to fracture one's mind to perform several mental functions simultaneously, possibly granting bonuses to predict outcomes, resist/confuse mental tampering efforts, etc.


Maxxob Rev IX Megilagor

Ryuuji stood among his fellow slaves, his gaze having met the space. It was ornate, perhaps far more ornate than anywhere that he'd been before. Of course he did take notice of the less fortunate slaves who had been chained up, having already been there and done that himself, he did feel for them to an extent, but only so far, he knew that life wasn't fair and as unfair as it was the business was perfectly legal and resulted in economic prosperity in the West Empire for those who were free. Even if a bit unfortunate, profit was profit to him.

At seeing the magistrate come out and make his presence known, without even seeing all of the exceedingly nice clothing that the magistrate was wearing as well as the valuable saber, Ryuuij knew the drill by this point and hoped that the others would be sensible enough to follow suit. If he had needed to prostrate himself in front of a harpy matriarch and Saoirses' mom then there was no way that he wasn't going to do the same for a literal magistrate.

Ryuuji promptly prostrated himself on the ground out of respect when Orlan made himself known. With a combination of Etiquette E + Energized E. He was used to the tone being used by this point. After waiting what he believed to be the appropriate amount of time so he could see the map Ryuuji righted himself up, and looked at the map.

Ryuuji committed the details to memory which Magistrate Orlan shared with him, organizing it with his Mental Compartmentalization feature. So cargo had been stolen, valuable cargo. In addition it was living cargo, slaves which had recently been stolen. He'd nod along, to show that he was paying attention but he would not make any lingering eye contact, keeping his gaze averted to show that the Magistrate was his superior.

After he learned what their specific task was, retrieving the slaves and bringing them back, Ryuuji listened for permission to ask questions, after making sure he had all of the basic task information down, ask he would.

"I just wish to reiterate that it is an honor that we are being entrusted with this task. Thank you for this opportunity." Ryuuji spoke, with another bow, before he continued.

"Magistrate Orlan, to maximize the success of this operation, I would like to ask two questions, is there any more information to be learned from the rumors of these rebels such as what sorts of weapons they wield and or what strategies they have been reported seen using to attack and disrupt?"

"Secondly, Is there anything else about the Whispering woods themselves which we should know about during this retrieval such as natural hazards which we may encounter like Flora or Fauna?" Ryuuji felt that both of these questions were relevant, and the more information they could get to be ready and strategize ahead of time the better.

 

[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 had lingering memories about that very chamber he now stood. Even though most of it was slightly hazy, he remembered once being in the place of those slaves at the very edge of the room, with a metallic collar around his neck. Yet, this didn't even compare to the ones at the auctions or pens. Waiting day after day, expecting to be bought, while being kept only with the very minimum of living conditions. "May they find some use and direction for their existence." He thought.

And, while the Wolfman had no direct contact with the proper nobility up to that point, as soon as he caught sight of the panther-kin walking into the room, and introducing himself as a magistrate, Fenrir was quick to follow suit just like Ryuuji. Prostrating himself in front of the official [Etiquette D], while simultaneously trying to see if there was anything extra or hidden behind Orlan's words, keeping his wolf-ears perked up [Insight D].

Eventually, Fenrir would rise from the kowtow, keeping his arms to his sides and gaze lowered. He opted even to not dust his clothings for the moment, even if they had come in contact with the floor. Such was the necessity, he felt, in a situation such as this.

"Your grace..." The butler began, addressing Orlan. "... in addition to Ryuuji's questions, how many slaves were being transported by Lord Veylan's caravan? Were all the slaves already properly branded by the binding mark?" The butler then fell silent, hoping the magistrate would answer his questions.

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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OOC Details:
Personal Goals
- Show his quality as a warrior

Revolting. That's the one word that came to Jethro's mind as he explored the opulent building with his peripheral vision. That said, he opted to put in his best face - a cold expression with a thousand yard stare to match, that is - and avoid getting himself into trouble. As much as he hated it, there was no use in acting rebellious here. He'd simply be put down in an instant by who knows how many guards. That was what the warrior was busying himself with as him and the idiots approached their designed spot.

While Ryuuji and Fenrir did give him some pointers about what to do, he was not as versed in his manners as a slave. Not that he cared. But again, rebelling here was pointless. So, when the arrogant fuck bossing them for the day appeared, he did show his "due respects". Two things did make him fumble with what to do for an instant, however. For one, he wasn't sure what the right protocol was, and he still was subconsciously reluctant to put his knee on the ground for some random prick.

So after a moment of scrambled hesitation, Jethro performed a deep bow. His upper body parallel to the ground, arms stiff to his sides, head looking straight down. It was humiliating to some extent, but that's just how things worked now.

Stupid rituals aside, the high class beastkin gave a quick summary of their task. Lost slaves, rebels, treacherous territory. Quick and to the point, which Jethro appreciated. Seeing as the other two went all out and prostrated before the feline, he opted to remain in his bow a little longer. Unsure of how to move on from such an "unforgivable offense", he simply froze. He repeated in his head his previous thought: Nothing to be done, this was how life was for him now. On the same vein of thought, he opened his mouth, but refrained from speaking. Unsure if he offended the magistrate, or how to address him to avoid more issues.

For the time being, he kept his mouth shut and his ears attentive.

 

[Megilagor]

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

Diego did not really like being in this place. The sight of slaves made him dislike this place, not that he minded being a slave himself, he chose this way as it would give him backing in this world something he very much needed. And yet they were here for a job to do, well more like sent here by Saoirse his boss/owner, but it was the least he could do after everything so far.

He did not dare look at the beastmen who came inside, not because he was stronger or anything like that, it was not to disrespect him. Diego knew he had next to no manners so he simply went with the best option of not looking at him and mimicking Ryuuji if needed when it came to etiquette. He listened to what was said and observed the map to the best of his abilities, albeit he had just an average memory so he hoped someone else could remember it better just in case.

The questions asked by Ryuuji and Fenrir were good questions but there was one question they forgot to ask, a very important question in such a situation considering who employed them. Diego without looking the beastmen in the eyes but in his general direction bowed after the two asked their things and spoke up. "If I may ask your Grace. What do you wish we do with the rebels? Shall we end their lives, capture them to deliver to you as either merchandise or sources of information about more rebels.? Or is it in our right to decide on the spot?"

After which he remained in the bowed position with his mouth shut tight awaiting the answers to the questions from him and his companions that were asked so far before they could move out.

 

[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

Magistrate Orlan
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Magistrate Orlan’s golden eyes flicked over the group as they prostrated themselves before him, his expression one of mild amusement. He seemed to appreciate the display of deference, though his gaze lingered on Jethro for a moment longer, noting the hesitation in his bow. A faint smirk played on his lips, but he said nothing, allowing the group to rise and speak their questions.

Ryuuji’s polished demeanor and thoughtful questions earned a nod of approval from Orlan. “The rebels are known to use guerrilla tactics,” he replied, his voice smooth and measured. “They favor ambushes and hit-and-run strategies, often using the terrain to their advantage. As for weapons, they are poorly equipped—mostly crude blades and bows, though they have been known to use stolen magic artifacts. The Whispering Woods themselves are treacherous. The trees are ancient and sentient, and the paths shift without warning. Beware the fauna as well; the woods are home to creatures that thrive on confusion and fear.”

Fenrir’s question about the slaves drew a raised eyebrow from Orlan, but he answered nonetheless. “There were twenty slaves in the caravan, all freshly branded with the binding mark. Their obedience should be assured, assuming the rebels haven’t tampered with the brands.” His tone was matter-of-fact, as though discussing livestock rather than people.

Diego’s question about the rebels elicited a more thoughtful response. Orlan’s tail flicked lazily as he considered his words. “The rebels are of little value to the guild,” he said finally. “Kill them if you must, but if you can capture their leader, do so. He may have information that could prove useful. Otherwise, dispose of them as you see fit.”

Magistrate Nala
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Before the group could respond, the heavy doors to the chamber swung open with a dramatic flourish. A lioness beastkin strode in, her presence commanding immediate attention. Her golden fur gleamed under the torchlight, and her amber eyes sparkled with mischief and disdain. She was dressed in a lavish crimson gown that clung to her figure, the fabric shimmering with every step. Her mane-like fringe of hair framed her face perfectly, and her voice, when she spoke, was smooth and sultry.

“Well, well,” she purred, her gaze sweeping over the group. “What do we have here? Saoirse’s little toys, I presume.” She circled them slowly, her tail flicking behind her. “Four of them, no less. Almost one for each day of the week, I suppose. Tell me, do you serve her in every sense of the word, or does she prefer to keep her pets on a tighter leash?”

Orlan’s ears twitched in mild irritation, but he didn’t interrupt. Instead, he leaned back, his expression one of amused tolerance. “Magistrate Nala,” he said, his tone dry. “Your timing is, as always, impeccable.”

Nala smirked, her eyes narrowing as she stopped in front of Ryuuji. “Oh, don’t mind me, Orlan. I’m just curious. After all, what good is a slave if you aren’t going to use them fully?” She reached out, her clawed fingers brushing against Ryuuji’s chin as if inspecting him, strong enough to leave a red mark. “Though I must admit, Saoirse has decent taste. These ones are quite… acceptable.”

Orlan chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Careful, Nala. You might give them ideas above their station.”

Nala laughed, a rich, melodic sound that filled the chamber. “Oh, I doubt that. They know their place, don’t they?” She turned to the group, her gaze sharp and mocking. “But let’s not waste time on idle chatter. You’re heading into the Whispering Woods, aren’t you? Dealing with those pesky rebels? Well, let me offer you a piece of advice: don’t hold back. Do whatever you need to do to get the job done. If you have any… pent-up desires, well, the rebels are fair game. Consider it a perk of the job, an opportunity that I'm certain the four of you don't get often.”

Orlan raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Spoken like a true magistrate. Though I’d advise against getting too carried away. We still need those slaves returned in one piece.”

Nala waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, relax, Orlan. A little fun never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s not like the rebels are people. They’re just… obstacles, even below slaves like them.” She glanced back at the group, her smile dripping with malice. “Isn’t that right?”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. The group stood at attention, Orlan watched them with a faint smile, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Maxxob Megilagor Rev IX

Thankfully the others seemed to be bright enough not to try anything stupid, Ryuuji had still been a bit skeptical of Jethro as he knew full well the man likely had a hatred that burned for most of them there given his circumstances, and Ryuuji couldn't entirely blame him for that, maybe he did have a valid reason in even disliking him if he would have rather died than been enslaved..but it mattered not too Ryuuji as long as he did his work and didn't cause problems for him he wouldn't have any personal problems with Jethro regardless how he felt about him. However he did by far have the weakest showing of etiquette, Ryuuji had noticed the much, so he was glad when the magistrate didn't take offense even if it seemed he had noticed the hesitation.

Continuing with his features
Feature: Mental Compartmentalization - ability to fracture one's mind to perform several mental functions simultaneously, possibly granting bonuses to predict outcomes, resist/confuse mental tampering efforts, etc.


He gave his attention to the Magistrate, but made sure his posturing and where he looked was diminutive in comparison, to show that he knew his place outwardly. He mentally took note of the weapons and tactics which they would need to consider they may be up against should they actually encounter any rebels. Worst case scenario it sounded like if they did run into any rebels some of them might be packing a stolen magic artifact or two which could make them more difficult to deal with.

Ryuuji also sorted mentally the hazards of the forest which were shared with him, sentient trees, shifting paths..and creatures that could feed on fear and confusion apparently, unfortunately it sounded like where they'd be going had more similarities to the Fae See than he was hoping there to be on this operation.

He continued to give a respectful nod of acknowledgement every now and again while the Magistrate spoke.

Twenty slaves total he also noted, Ryuuji figured it was pretty unlikely tampering with the brands could be possible by a bunch of rag tag rebels, one would need someone relatively high grade to do something like that as far as he understood, not that it was impossible, so he would still keep in the back of his mind, as unlikely but quite problematic if it had taken place.

Kill the other rebels if need be, take the leader if they could perhaps was a bonus and might curry more favor if it was possible to pull off, but Ryuuji knew first and foremost that the main mission was to get the slaves back and there was a decent chance they might not run into any rebels at all too given they were just rumors and groups like that didn't always stick around in similar places anyway.

However a new face appeared, and once again with Etiquette E + Energized E Ryuuji prostrated himself to Magistrate Nala for what he deemed to be the appropriate amount of time and of course by the time she was approaching he brought himself back up right when it was clear she wanted to interact with him some.
When she posed the question however, he knew better than to ignore her even if he didn't feel much like answering to her.

"Magistrate Nala, I serve my Mistress as she deems appropriate." Maintaining his diminutive body composure. Ryuuji then kept a serious face, keeping his gaze away so it wasn't lingering on her even as Nala pressed her clawed fingers against his chin. Ryuuji almost felt relieved at what she said next, being called acceptable was actually a pretty good sign all things considered, particularly when you were at the bottom of the totem pole in society, really only above undesirable criminals.

Having already gotten down as low as he hd on their initial meeting, instead of going all the way down into a full prostration, he gave her a low respectful prolonged bow.

"Yes Magistrate, understood." As ugly as her implications were, Ryuuji knew that calling her out on cruelty or that she was fine with less savory forceful acts if it was against enemies or property was far from an intelligent move to make if one valued there own well being so he did not, simply stating respectfully that he understood what she was saying.

Before he continued, in response to her question, "Of course Magistrate, you speak nothing but the truth, enemies of the Ororoot Empire are obstacles to be made examples of." Ryuuji responded maintaining his cool collectedness.

He really hoped that Jethro and the others would know well enough to say what was expected of them even if they didn't agree with such sentiment, for Ryuuji it perhaps wasn't as hard to disagree as in a way she wasn't wrong, legally criminal rebels really could be seen as nothing more than obstacles, and in this case they were obstacles to Ryuuji's success, ones which he did not intend to let get the better of him

 

[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 was relieved that the others had gotten in line and attempted to mimic both his and Ryuuji's deference towards the magistrate. Who knows what might happen when one 'offends' someone so high in the societal hierarchy? And he was certainly content with the fact that their questions were answered by Orlan. It looked like the group had every bit of information they would need to carry out this 'cargo recovery'.

However, another one suddenly burst into the room, without even a singular announcement. Knowing the proper forms in society [Etiquette D], the butler knew all too well that no one would simply barge into a room where a magistrate is debriefing a group, save for an emergency or if the said person themselves had an equal/superior rank to Orlan. Immediately, the Wolfman would kowtow once more, this time towards the alluring lioness.

After enough prostration, he would rise to his feet, keeping a submissive stance still, despite his towering frame. Slumped shoulders, eyes averting direct contact. "I serve at my mistress' pleasure, your grace. As a proper butler and property should." He answered Nala, bestial eyes still focused on the floors of guild. Still, the actual implications of her question were not lost on him.

Neither her advice of the rebels being 'free game' to anything and everything. "We will deal with them appropriately, your grace. Others will think twice before trying to meddle with our traditions." Fenrir said in a firm tone, a mix of what he believed in and what both magistrates probably wanted to hear.

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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Jethro continued to listen to Orlan in silence, with his eyes fixated on the floor. Again, more things to keep in mind. Jethro began to plan how to fight his way through such an encounter and environment. Not that he managed to go too far. He was more of a direct combat fighter. This thought led him to weigh working more on his stealth repertoire, become a more proper assassin on top of being a fighter. He did manage to kill the stupid rabbit without the idiots noticing, But how much of that was actually his own work? How much was due to being in the right place at the right time? There was no time to delve on the thought longer. Yet another individual joined the fray.

Nala. That was her name. A knot formed in his throat, and he felt his stomach churn. There was no avoiding it. Jethro did as Fenrir and Ryuuji this time. As humiliating as it was, he really wasn't in the mood for sucking up more than needed, let alone being put on the spot.

Still following the pace of the other two, the warrior stood shortly after them. Keeping his head low, with his hollow eyes staring far into the distance that wasn't there. Trying to dismiss the nausea-inducing undertones of the lioness.

Regrettably, an answer was forced out of him, by the looks of it. It was very noticeable he sorted some thoughts before answering, even if for just a moment. Jethro was actually treading very carefully with his words and actions. "I do as I'm ordered, Magistrate" he answered, ever monotonal, eyes going back to be lost on something far away.

 

[Megilagor]

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

"Very well your Grace." Diego would respond to Magistrate Orlan's words, before standing straight with a military-like stature. Knowing that they are free to do anything with the rebels as long as they capture their leader. The fate of those rebels was in their hands. Not that he enjoyed killing, but he knew it was something necessary.

Diego did not look at the one who strode into those chambers, at least not directly, until she entered his field of vision. He was outranked her after all, so just seeing them from the corner of his vision was already enough. Diego chose not to speak, just listening and witnessing what was going on, he knew his way of speaking would most likely work on someone's nerves, it always did, so for now he preferred being silent.

"Enemies shall be dealt with. Cargo will be recovered. The orders will be fulfilled as the Magistrate and our Master wishes." Diego spoke calmly, though his nerves were nearing their ends. He did not enjoy this place one bit, so, not to deal with any more speaking, he did another deep bow from which he decided to not return unless his companions would decide to leave this room.

 

[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

Magistrate Nala
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Magistrate Nala’s smirk widened as the group responded to her provocations with the expected deference. Her amber eyes gleamed with amusement, though there was a sharpness to her gaze that suggested she was testing them, probing for any hint of defiance. When Ryuuji and Fenrir answered with practiced politeness, she let out a low, approving hum. “Good. It seems Saoirse has trained you well. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.”

She paused in front of Fenrir, her gaze lingering on his towering frame. “And you,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, “such a refined beastkin. I should borrow you someday. I’m sure Saoirse wouldn’t mind.” Her claws brushed against his shoulder, a gesture that was equal parts compliment and threat, before she moved on.

Her gaze shifted to Jethro, lingering on him for a moment longer than the others. His monotone response and distant eyes seemed to intrigue her, though she said nothing, her tail flicking lazily behind her. Diego’s military-like demeanor earned a raised eyebrow, but she didn’t press him further, seemingly satisfied with his pledge to fulfill the mission.

Magistrate Orlan
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Orlan, meanwhile, watched the exchange with a faint smile, his golden eyes flicking between Nala and the group. “It seems you’ve made your point, Nala,” he said dryly. “Let’s not keep them any longer. They have a task to complete, and time is of the essence.”

Nala waved a dismissive hand, her claws glinting in the torchlight. “Oh, very well. But do remember, little toys,” she added, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, “the empire rewards loyalty. Disappoint us, and… well, I’m sure you can imagine the consequences.”

With that, the magistrates turned away, their attention already shifting to other matters. The group was dismissed, the weight of their task—and the unspoken threats—hanging heavily in the air as they exited the chamber.

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The Bustling Market​

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As the group stepped out of the oppressive grandeur of the Slavers Guild, they were immediately swallowed by the chaotic symphony of Quang’s bustling market. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sizzling street food, exotic spices, and the faint, ever-present tang of salt from the nearby docks. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, their colorful awnings fluttering in the breeze, while merchants barked their wares in a cacophony of voices.

A mix of fae, human, and beastkin laborers hauled crates and barrels under the watchful eyes of beastkin overseers, their collars glinting in the sunlight. Slaves moved through the crowd like shadows, their eyes downcast as they carried out their masters’ errands. The market was a living tapestry of the empire’s hierarchy—opulent nobles in silk robes haggled with merchants, while ragged beggars crouched in the alleys, their hands outstretched for coin.

Magical trinkets and artifacts glittered in one stall, their enchantments humming faintly, while another displayed exotic fruits and spices from distant lands. A group of adventurers, their armor clinking as they walked, bartered with a grizzled shopkeeper for supplies. Nearby, a street performer—a fox beastkin with a lute—sang a haunting melody that seemed to echo the unspoken tensions of the empire.

In one of the corners, a master chastised their slave, the sound of whipping crackling through the air. The sharp cries of pain were drowned out by the voices of the bustling market, and no one batted an eye as crimson ribbons were painted on the stone walls and street. This was the West Empire in its rawest form—a place where prosperity and cruelty walked hand in hand, and the suffering of the few was the price of the many’s comfort.

The market was alive with movement, sound, and color, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated world of the Slavers Guild. Yet beneath its vibrant surface, the undercurrent of oppression was undeniable. The West Empire thrived, but its prosperity was built on the backs of those who had no voice. As the group navigated the crowd, the weight of their task—and the moral complexities it entailed—hung over them like a storm cloud on the horizon.

[HERE, THE CHARACTERS ARE FREE TO ACQUIRE 0 PTS MUNDANE, NON-SPECIALTY ITEMS THAT COULD BE USEFUL IN THEIR ASSIGNMENT]

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Into the Whispering Woods​

The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting dappled light on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the distant calls of unseen creatures echoed through the trees. The woods lived up to their name—soft whispers seemed to drift on the breeze, though whether they were the wind through the branches or something more sinister was impossible to tell.

The group moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the thick undergrowth. The path ahead was narrow and winding, the trees pressing in on either side like silent sentinels. The further they ventured, the more the forest seemed to resist their presence. The paths shifted subtly, as though the woods themselves were alive and watching.

After an hour of travel, the group reached a fork in the path.

To the left, the well-trodden path stretched into the shadows, the air heavy and oppressive. The whispers here were louder, almost forming words that danced just beyond comprehension. The symbols on the trees seemed to pulse faintly, as though alive, and the faintest hint of something metallic—like blood—lingered in the air.

To the right, the narrow, overgrown path beckoned with the faint sound of running water. The air was cooler here, the whispers softer and almost melodic, like a lullaby sung by an unseen voice. The trees leaned closer together, their branches intertwining to form a natural archway. The underbrush was thick, but the path was clear enough to follow, winding deeper into the woods.

The forest itself seemed to watch and wait, its presence palpable. The paths shifted subtly underfoot, as though the ground itself was alive, and the whispers grew more insistent the longer they hesitated. The symbols on the trees remained inscrutable, their carvings weathered but deliberate, hinting at a purpose the group could not yet understand.

 

[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 didn't show any sign of discomfort or other reaction at all as he felt the lioness' claws on his shoulder. Keeping his stoic expression, he performed a dutiful neck-bow. "I'm honored you would consider me for such, your grace." He lied. And, when the group was dismissed, he would give both magistrates a deep bow, making his way towards the exit of the guild.

Outside of it, as the bustling market make presented itself, he waited quite a few moments before speaking up. "Seems like we have gone through the 'inspection' of the magistrates without a hitch." The butler shook his head lightly. And looking at the others: Jethro, Diego, and Ryuuji in special, he continued. "From what I read between the lines, it seems this request is as much as recovering the slaves as it is about checking our mistress' properties... maybe even putting her in check." He would shoot a glance towards the slave being whipped for a singular moment, before shifting his gaze back to the group. "I feel our actions will be closely monitored..."

Finally, he would come to notice that his black and white uniform was slightly dusty from all the kowtowing. His big, furred hand would brush it off, wanting to make himself look as presentable as possible. "Let's search for supplies that might be useful in this request." With that, he would move towards one of the stalls, seeing that they were selling torches. Although they were going into a forest, he'd rather be prepared in case they need to delve into somewhere dark. Grabbing a few of them, that was as much of a shopping that he conducted.

On the following day morning, as the group strolled through the forest, Fenrir kept his eyes and ears peeled with each step as they traverse through the surrounding bark. Each step brought a certain expectation. The faint whispers reached his ears, so uncanny and unnatural. He didn't know what to think of it. "This place seems just like Orlan said: alive and sentient. It is... odd." And, when the group reached the forked path, the Wolfman began steeling his senses, seeing if his senses (Heightened Sense [Smell/Hearing] E) would give him any extra information of which path to take.

"I hear some sort of rhythmic hum... a chanting of sorts on the left path. There is... also a metallic scent, blood and some... acrid tang." He said, his ears twitching, moving ever so slightly, while his nostrils flared. "There is a scent of smoke, perhaps a campfire, in the right path. And I hear water running... and something shifting leaves and twigs occasionally." When he finished telling the others about his findings, he turned towards them. "Which path should we take?"

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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After such a humiliating statement was passively coerced out of him, Jethro stayed quiet. Not moving, not reacting. Until they were out of that blasted building, at the very least. Far enough from the oppressive gaze of the free people in the Guild Hall. Disgust, anger and spite grew on his face momentarily. A defeated sigh cut through his bitterness. "I abhor this. So much", he grumbled amidst grinding teeth. Still, he kept quiet on that opinion of his since Fenrir stated they will be watched. The swordsman wouldn't be shocked if they were already being watched.

Seeing as he wanted to be out of such an oppressive place as soon as he humanly could. He quickly got some rope and metal hooks. completely unfazed by the suffering wails of an unlucky slave. Knowing he'd rather face that for days on end instead of having a single claw of that disgusting lioness laid on him. Highly unlikely he'd have a say on the choice, but at this point in time, daydreaming was all he got.

Hours later, the group had departed for their task. Jethro's mean spirited visage flared once again, seeing as he wasn't forced by his surroundings to play as a good boy. He was very much able to notice the unsettling nature of the forest they were in. His [Danger Sense] was being listened to intently, expectant of an ambush or sudden hostility from the forest itself. "Odd is an understatement. I can almost feel something ready to jump at us from all directions. The creepy noises certainly don't help." He thought aloud, attempting to limit the ears on his words to the ones of his idiot companions.

Once they reached the fork on the road, Jethro put some thought on the wolfman's words. "Cultist activities from locals? Sacrifices?" the warrior pondered. "...if that is even something around these parts." As for road number two: "The second one does sound more like what we were sent for. Then again, these rebels might have some unconventional activities to their name..." He decided to leave the final choice to the rabbit lovers. They have lived around these parts longer. Might know something he doesn't.

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
​

Maxxob Megilagor Rev IX

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Ryuuji took note of Nala’s smirk but he didn’t emote one way or another, maintaining his serious but respectful expression, knowing full well what she was playing at.

He gave a respectful nod of acknowledgement at her claiming that they had been trained well and that there was ‘hope for them yet’. Ryuuji liked to think that if he was going to be a slave he would be the best slave.

He didn’t comment when she made a suggestive move on Fenrir either, Ryuuji assumed that the guy was probably used to this type of thing by this point.


Thankfully even though Jethro hadn’t been as refined the Magistrate hadn’t been offended which was great because that would have been a REAL hassle if he and the others would have to get down and beg for her forgiveness. Ryuuji had been there and done that already. The same was true for Diego thankfully too.

Ryuuij had another reason to feel thankful, as questionable as Orlan seemed himself, he gave them an out from Nala’s more base teasing and suggestion.

At being called a little toy, it seemed Ryuuji really was channeling his [Object] title energy now wasn’t he? Thankfully for them Ryuuji had no plans on betraying the West Empire for the foreseeable future. If anything he wanted to ingratiate himself with them as it would be helpful to Saoirse and ultimately himself.

Ryuuji gave another respectful bow before leaving with the group from the chamber.

Ryuuji listened to Fenrir,

“So you think it’s a test of sorts for us? Wouldn’t surprise me if they want to see us fail, as you say, just to ‘put saoirse’ in her place. Fortunately for us we’re not like all the common slave rift raft..we’re much more capable and we’ll show them just how capable we are, to the point where they’ll be forced to respect our Mistress whether they want too or not.” Ryuuji stated this very matter of fact.


Upon hearing Jethro say how much he disliked it, Ryuuji looked to him and simply spoke, “Feelings aside about this place or even your allies, even if there’s room for refinement, you did rather well in there.” Ryuuji added, not really caring if Jethro took it to heart or not or was annoyed with him, he might as well give positive feedback on behavior that would cause less issues for the group overall.



Ryuuji looked around at Quang passively taking note of all the commerce, one day he’d be among the wealthy here he gathered, Saoirse herself joining him and it would be a marvelous day.

At seeing the laborers moving, Ryuuji felt pleased that he hadn’t been delegated to something so basic with his skills.

What was more interesting to Ryuuji of course was the magical trinkets and Artifacts, apparently unlike the Republic which was more like his home, The West had had a decent number of beasts who were magic capable, which was great for Ryuuji and enhancing his skills, the haunting melody did make Ryuuji wonder if whoever was singing it knew what they were doing, he certainly wouldn’t want to risk performing anything that could be seen as critical toward the empire, that was a one way ticket to getting arrested he imagined.

He didn’t flinch when he heard the whipping , continuing to move along, it was rather normal at this point.

He nodded in agreement at the prospect of shopping. “Right, I'll take a look then.” Upon seeing that Fenrir grabbed torches he’d nod approvingly,

“Even if I can use my light magic it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Ryuui himself was drawn to a compass and rope, which if allowed he would pick up from presumably a vendor or vendor(s).

“Incase things get really ugly and we need to find our way back through a non conventional path ” He’d gesture to the compass.

“And I always think it’s good to have some rope on hand when you’re dealing with a retrieval mission like this..”

More curiously (if the narrator allowed) Ryuuji would pick up a few mundane stones that weren’t very large but were a good throwing size to put into his sash.

When it was time to depart, Ryuuji traveled diligently with the group, staying just behind the others as that was where he’d be best able to support. He took in the forest environment. If he didn’t know what he knew already he might have even thought the space somewhat pleasant.

What was less pleasant was just how the terrain of the Whispering woods almost shifted to be less than ideal for traveling. No wonder rebels liked hanging out here, it would be harder for their enemies to follow.

After an hour of traveling, they reached the fork, Ryuuji looked to the well trodden path, with the strange symbols on trees and something that sort of looked like magic blood, great first choice.

Then to the right, an overgrown path with the sound of running water, and whispers? Great second choice, at least there was some kind of strange arch made by the forest they could follow.

“Does everything have to be supernatural?” Ryuuji grumbled a bit.

He then listened to what Fenrir could detect for either path, then listened to Jethro.

“While it may seem counter intuitive to our goals , as you say Jethro, I believe we should investigate the left path, whatever is causing it, whether it’s rebels or cultists, it’s well known in the West Empire that there are hundreds of religious groups some of which may not be all that friendly or adverse to killing for their religion, and it sounds like there may very well be a sacrifice going on.

By not investigating the left first, my main concern is that they could be killing the very slaves we were sent to retrieve, so I believe it is a more pressing matter to investigate, while the other area of interest which sounds more like a mundane camp fire, we can investigate later if it still seems applicable to our mission , while the area to the left is actively 'hot’ with concerning activity.”

“Anyway, that’s my opinion, we should prepare for combat, head to the left.” He’d reason.

Spoiler: Mundane Items Taken

Items taken:
Compass
Rope
X3 mundane throwing rocks( or as many as allowed)

 

[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

[It was decided, through a random roll 50-50 considering Jethro wanted to go right, while Ryuuji wanted to go left, that the group went left.]

The group, heeding Ryuuji's reasoning, decided to venture down the left path, despite the ominous atmosphere that seemed to grow heavier with each step. The well-trodden trail wound deeper into the woods, the canopy above growing thicker, casting the forest floor in an eerie twilight. The whispers intensified, no longer formless but coalescing into fragmented phrases that danced at the edge of comprehension—words of yearning, of hunger, of ancient pacts long forgotten by the empire but remembered by the woods.

The symbols carved into the trees became more prevalent, their edges sharper and more defined. They pulsed with a faint, sickly green luminescence that seemed to grow stronger as the light dimmed. Fenrir's heightened senses picked up more details—the metallic scent of blood growing stronger, mingling with the acrid smell of burning herbs and something else, something primal and earthy that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Jethro's danger sense prickled uncomfortably as they advanced, not yet screaming of immediate threat but steadily growing more insistent. Something about this path felt wrong, as though the very air was charged with malevolent anticipation.

After twenty minutes of cautious progress, the path widened into a small clearing. The group halted at its edge, concealed by the underbrush, taking in the scene before them.

In the center of the clearing stood an ancient oak, its massive trunk twisted and gnarled with age. Deep gouges marred its surface, forming intricate patterns that matched the symbols they had seen along the path. At its base, a crude altar of stacked stones gleamed wetly in the dim light, dark stains suggesting recent sacrifices.

Around the tree, a dozen figures moved in a slow, shuffling circle. They wore tattered robes of undyed cloth, their faces hidden by crude masks fashioned from bark and leaves. They chanted in a language none of the group recognized, their voices rising and falling in hypnotic cadence.

But what caught their attention was not the cultists, but their captives.

Bound to a smaller tree at the edge of the clearing were five slaves—three human, one fae, and one beastkin, a young female fox with russet fur. Their clothing was torn and dirty, suggesting days of rough treatment, and the binding marks on their necks glowed with a faint blue light, indicating they were part of the missing cargo. The fox beastkin appeared to be weeping silently, her shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs, while the others stared blankly ahead, their expressions vacant.

Cultist Leader
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Standing apart from the circling cultists was a taller figure, clearly their leader. Unlike the others, this one wore no mask, revealing the face of a beastkin woman with a network of ritual scars crisscrossing her features. Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the rhythm of the chant, a ceremonial knife clutched in her right hand. The blade gleamed darkly, already stained with what appeared to be fresh blood.

Behind her, partially hidden by the massive tree, lay what appeared to be the bodies of two more slaves, their throats cut, their blood soaking into the earth around the oak's roots. The scene was grotesque, yet carried a terrible ritualistic precision.

The group had arrived just in time to witness what was clearly a sacrifice in progress. The leader raised her knife, her voice rising above the chant as she approached the bound fox beastkin. "The forest hungers," she intoned, her voice carrying clearly across the clearing. "The old ones demand tribute. Blood for growth, life for life."

The fox's whimpers grew more frantic as the leader drew closer, the knife gleaming in the ethereal light cast by the carved symbols. The group had seconds to decide their course of action before another slave was sacrificed to whatever dark entity these cultists worshiped.

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

 

[TheTimePiece]

Ryuuji Kamimura
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Mentions: Maxxob Megilagor Rev IX


As the group made their way down the left path with solid reasoning as far as Ryuuji was concerned, the atmosphere became more ominous. As he traveled along the canopy above them became thicker presumably allowing less light into the space. The words as they got closer became clearer, perhaps lending more to the theory of it being cult activity.

He took notice of the symbols becoming more striking on the tree as there was an intensified green luminescence as they moved along. As wrong and mysterious as it all felt thankfully it appeared that when they had the advantage when it came to staying hidden and seeing what was going on with the scene before them. It did look like Ryuuji was right in that if they hadn't gone this way someone would be losing their life, but the real question was, were they one of the slaves that they had been sent to retrieve or not?

Ryuuji took note of the large ancient oak, as well as the gouges in it's surface, plus the patterns which had been put on the tree, and then the altar at it's base..was this some kind of forest cult? Maybe a nature god or some dark figure? Who could really say.

What was a bit more disconcerting was the robed figures wearing crude bark and leaves masks. Furthermore Ryuuji couldn't understand the language which was being spoken but it looked like they were in some sot of hypnotic trance.

Ryuuji further more saw slaves...of varying races ones who were part of exactly who they were looking for! He felt even more confident in his decision now, which meant that now was the time to act, to save as many of them as they possibly could.

Unfortunately two of them had been killed, but even then Ryuuji knew that the slaver's guild hardly expected all of the slaves to be saved after this much time had passed Ince they had gone missing, but the more the better. With the bodies intact Ryuuji might actually be able to bring them back to life if hadn't been more than 10 days.

First Ryuuji murmured some strange words, embuing himself with a Bless

Using 1/2 of his available Lucky F skill uses.

He then focused,

"I'm attacking all of them at once." He spoke quietly to his allies, before suddenly Ryuuji reached his hand out at the scene, his eyes widened and intensified, as a look of intense focus appeared on his face, as he sent force a piecing psychic energy using his own mind as a weapon, in order to infiltrate and cause devastation to their minds, feeling confident that all of them at minimum had abuser titles at this point meaning hostile action toward them wouldn't result in any of his own. If he had things his way he'd debilitate them so badly they wouldn't even be able to mount a meaningful retaliation.


He used the ability targeting all of the cultists who he could see:

Mind Crush! - Magic C, Psychic Affinity D, Magic Range D, Indirect Affinity D, Magic AOE D, Selective C, Precognition F, - Grade C 3 Post cooldown.

Ryuuji uses a potent type of mental magic to see a few seconds into the future, as well as attack and devastate his targets mind dealing psychic damage, up to 1000 ft away within a 500 ft AOE.

After that Ryuuji focused yet again and greenish magical energy moved along his arms as he buffed his allies (Fenrir, Jethro, Diego, Himself)

My Second Archetypical Magic Use in Another World! Magic E, Selective E, Magic Targets 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 magic on allies who are in Range (15 ft area of effect, up to five targets, up to 1 hour RP time) while avoiding buffing enemies by using selective.

Normally he might have tried to have done the buffs first but that blade was literally going to come down and he had to stop the leader then and there. Instead of using componentless magic Ryuuji opted to move his hands about to channel the magic and chant quietly making use of his Lumina core Catalyst B.

Spoiler: Ryuuji Actions

Ryuuji Actions:

1. Bless self using Lucky F + Energized F. (1/2 of Lucky uses available)

2. Attack as many cultists as possible with psychic damage from:

Mind Crush BE:
INT A (6) + ABL (4) + EQP (5) = 15

Mind Crush! - Magic C, Psychic Affinity D, Magic Range D, Indirect Affinity D, Magic AOE D, Selective C, Precognition F, - Grade C 3 Post cooldown.
Ryuuji uses a potent type of indirect mental magic to see a few seconds into the future, as well as attack and devastate his targets mind dealing psychic damage, up to 1000 ft away within a 500 ft AOE.

3.
BE:
INT A (6) + ABL (2) + EQP (5) = 13
Use buffing magic to Buff self, Jethro, Diego, and Fenrir .
My Second Archetypical Magic Use in Another World! Magic E, Selective E, Magic Targets 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 magic on allies who are in Range (15 ft area of effect, up to five targets, up to 1 hour RP time) while avoiding buffing enemies by using selective.

CDS:
F: (Ready next round)
E: Yes (Until buff canceled or expires)
D: Ready
C: 3 post cooldown

 

[Rev IX]

Jethro Noiren
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Back in Quang

While trying to suppress his burning seething, Jethro picked on Ryuuji's compliment of sorts "I already have enough with you all and the rabbit on my neck, Mop Head. And even then, physical torture sounds more appealing than doing that on the regular..." the man grumbled. Bringing one of his hands to one of his many sewed flesh scars. Nothing would feel worse than that. Not a bit of doubt in Jethro's head about that belief.

As for the forest...

Seeing as the more knowledgeable people in the group thought the left path was the way to go. He did not debate it, quietly following along, hand in his hilt.

The path grew more and more unsettling the more they walked, more the reason for Jethro to be ready to lash at whatever dared to jump at them. Still, the living woods limited themselves to surround them menacingly. Nature allowed them to reach a clearing that was being used by psycho cultists. More importantly, there were slaves, likely a part of the ones they were looking for. Two were already dead. "Wonderful", Jethro thought to himself. Then there was the blood, the living slaves trembling in fear, the chanting. It begun to flare up his anger, his frustration, his bloodlust.

With the faintest of nods he acknowledged Ryuuji, and jumped into the fray himself. With a camouflaged full speed dash, he manifested right next to the nearest cultist (#7), attempting to plunge his sword into their chest and pin them to the tree. Then, with a loud growl, his body emitted a pulse of black flames in an attempt to scorch nearby cultists.

Actions
1 - Use Shadow Bolt Dash to approach Cultist 7 (F9)
2 - Attack said Cultist with Black Scorpion [STR A-6, ABL E-2, WPN-6?]
3 - Strike an area around him with Roaring Eclipse (E8, E9, E10, F8, F9, F10, G8, G9, G10) [STR A-6, ABL D-3, WPN-6?]

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

>Shadow Bolt Dash - Fast F, Acrobatics F, Speed Burst (x3), Wall Bouncing, Undetected [Sight] F, Acrobatics F, Stealth F, Energized F - User goes on a high acceleration sprint, in which they are able to traverse through difficult terrain with relative ease, while also masking their presence - F Grade - 3 uses per turn

>Black Scorpion - Fighting Style E, Penetrating E, Blight E - User envelops their blade in dark flames and thrusts it forward - D Grade - 2 post cooldown

>Roaring Eclipse - Fighting Style D, Aura D, Area F - User expands their flaming aura violently, affecting an area around them (5 ft radius) - B Grade - 4 post cooldown

 

[Megilagor]

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

Diego did not buy anything at the market, except for some quick snacks, which he ate right there and then.

Once inside the forest, he followed beside Ryuuji. As truth be told, it was better that any random enemy hit him first than Ryuuji. But as the group ventured further and further the way which Ryuuji picked. Witnessing a group of cultists made Diego's blood boil, for even if those were his second most common enemies in his past world, their lunacy made him despise them with a rage of a thousand suns.

Diego looked at the situation more clearly, bending his body to a better pose for a quick run over to the cultist leader, once in position for the run, he turned his head to Ryuuji and whispered. "I'm focusing on the leader and protecting the slaves. Will try not to kill him but no promises."
And as he said those words he broke out into a sprint, arriving near the cultist leader, so he was within his glaive reach, he held in both of his hands before beginning to rapidly and wildly stab in the general direction of the cultist leader managing with sheer willpower and control of his body to not hit any of the slaves while doing this move.


Actions & CD:
1&2 - Use Fast [F], Energized [F] to approach Cultist leader and stand at H9 - Grade [F] - 0 Post Cooldown, multiple uses per post
3 - Use Stabs-A-Lot to attack the Cultist Leader, and anyone within the area of the Area F technique core excluding the Slaves with the use of Selective F. + Lucky [F],

Stabs-A-Lot -Strength [C], Fighting Style [D], Range [F], Reach [F], Blight {Force} [F], Penetrating [F], Area [F], Selective [F], Cleave [Anchor Class Perk] - Diego wields his glaive in both hands and begins to stab in quick succession in a general direction while partially channeling some kind of force, albeit incomplete. - Grade [D] - 2 post cooldown.
F: Yes
D: 2/0
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

As the group approached the clearing, Fenrir's bestial eyes narrowed, looking at the scene before them. "Cultists... where are the rebels?" That was strange. Had the information provided by Magistrate Orlan being false or wrong? Or were these simply even extra obstacles on their path? The butler simply didn't know. However, he could see that their leader, the unmasked female beastkin, was approaching one of the tied slaves and getting ready to sacrifice her.

"I will join Diego with dealing with the leader." Fenrir said, before drawing both his swords from their scabbards and kicking up dirt. Using his Blitz Fang, the Wolfman darted through the clearing, the zooming speed. Air made his uniform hustle as the gray, white and black blur moved at rapid pace. He would end up stopping right cultist leader side.

Staring at the woman and her raised bloodied blade for a single moment, before attacking her. His attack came as an X shape, from waist to shoulder, trying to slash her torso and stop her from bringing the knife down on the slave.

Spoiler: Actions:

1 - Blitz Fang - Fast F + Energized F - Moved to H12 - Grade F Cooldown 0
2 - Blitz Fang - Fast F + Energized F - Moved to H6 - Grade F Cooldown 0
3 - 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 (Bolster) = 10 Base Effectiveness, -1 to enemy attacking stat if they are attacking, -1 to enemy item

 

[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

The scene unfolded with lightning precision as the group burst into action. Ryuuji, his eyes gleaming with focused intensity, reached out his hand toward the cultists. The air between them seemed to ripple and distort as his psychic assault tore through the clearing. The effect was immediate and devastating. The chanting cultists faltered mid-word, their bodies stiffening as their minds were invaded by the searing psychic attack. Several dropped to their knees, clutching their heads in agony, while others let out strangled screams that echoed through the woods.

A verdant glow emanated from Ryuuji as he channeled a second spell, weaving arcane energy that swept over his companions. They felt the magic wash over them—a surge of vitality, strength, and precision that heightened their senses and made their muscles sing with power.

Jethro exploded into motion, a shadowy blur that materialized beside a cultist near the great oak. His sword, wreathed in dark flames, plunged through the cultist's chest with terrifying force, pinning the robed figure to the tree behind them. The cultist's scream died in their throat as the dark energy coursed through their body. Without pause, Jethro let out a primal growl, and a wave of black fire erupted from his form, expanding outward in a scorching radius that engulfed the nearby cultists. Their tattered robes ignited instantly, and they fell writhing to the ground, the bark masks melting into their faces as they screamed in unholy agony.

Simultaneously, Diego sprinted toward the cult leader, his glaive held firmly in both hands. The weapon became a blur as he launched into a flurry of rapid strikes, carefully avoiding the bound fox beastkin with remarkable precision. The cult leader, momentarily stunned by Ryuuji's psychic assault, barely managed to raise her ritual knife in a feeble attempt to defend herself. It was futile. Diego's glaive pierced through her defenses again and again, each strike drawing blood and forcing her back from her intended victim.

Fenrir joined the assault on the leader, his twin blades flashing in the dim light as he executed a perfect cross-slash. The attack caught the woman across her torso, opening deep wounds that sprayed crimson across the ceremonial altar. The ritual knife fell from her grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground as she staggered backward, clutching at her ruined chest.

The clearing erupted into chaos. The cultists, those who remained standing after Ryuuji's attack and Jethro's fiery assault, scattered in panic. Their coordinated ceremony shattered, they fled into the woods, their masks discarded, revealing terrified a mix of beastkin and human faces marked with the same ritual scars as their leader. Four cultists collapsed where they stood, blood trickling from their ears and eyes—victims of the psychic onslaught that had overwhelmed their minds completely.

Cultist Leader
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The cult leader, despite her grievous wounds, refused to fall. She straightened, blood pouring from the X-shaped wound across her chest, and fixed her gaze on Fenrir. "Fools," she hissed, her voice wet with blood. "You know not what you do. The forest demands its tribute. It will not be denied." Her eyes, once brown, had taken on an unnatural green glow, and the symbols carved into the great oak behind her pulsed in rhythm with her labored breathing.

The bound slaves watched with wide eyes, their expressions shifting from terror to hope as they witnessed the sudden reversal of their fate. The fox beastkin, who had been moments from death, trembled violently, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at her unexpected saviors.

But something was changing in the clearing. The whispers that had haunted the group's journey grew louder, more insistent. The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and the great oak seemed to groan, its branches creaking ominously. The blood that had soaked into the earth around its roots was being absorbed at an unnatural rate, and the symbols carved into its bark glowed brighter, pulsing like a heartbeat.

The cult leader's lips curved into a bloody smile. "Too late," she whispered. "The offering has begun. The blood has touched the roots. The forest awakens." As if in response to her words, the ground around the oak tree shifted and bulged, roots breaking through the soil like serpents rising from the earth. The dead slaves' bodies, already partially consumed by the roots, twitched grotesquely as though puppeted by some unseen force.

The group had succeeded in stopping the immediate threat to the remaining slaves, but it was clear that their battle was far from over. Something ancient and hungry had been roused by the blood sacrifice, and its attention was now fixed firmly on the clearing and all who stood within it.

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
​

With a decreasingly effective facade of calm, Jethro's real emotions flared up. His brief time as a monster granted him a bit of a sadistic streak. As shown with his sinister grin, and recent events certainly did nothing but fan the flames of his rage. And yet, he remained aware of his surroundings. The weaklings either died or ran in a panic, leaving their leader alone. Which was being dealt with by Lap Dog and Jackass.

It would seem he'd have to deal whatever haunting presence was looming around them. The corpses of the dead slaves seemed to be prepared to use as puppets. The string-like roots lifting them pointed him to the trees. Likely the big, ominous, covered in signs tree in front of him.

Wasting no time. Jethro stepped forward with authority, between the two lifeless bodies of his creation, slashing the tree horizontally. But he did not leave it at that. He wanted to destroy the miserable tree. Which reflected in a barrage of black flame blades projecting through the tree, hungry to bury into the tree and reducing what they touched to ash. And to make sure the blasted tree felt the pain, he followed up with a barrage of slashes. Flowing aggressively from one to the next.

Actions
1 - Move to the tree(?) (Between E9 and F9)
2 - Use Tamed Blooming Shadow Lotus (Semi-circle E Area (15 ft) in front of him) on the tree
3 - Use Nightfall Dance on the tree (Twice if movement doesn't require an action)

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

>Tamed Blooming Shadow Lotus - Fighting Style C, Penetrating C, Blight C, Area E, Speed Burst (x3) - A quickdraw sword attack. Black fire blades swing wildly as the real blade projects them forward, with the blades mimicking the look of a blooming flower as they expand (4.5 m) - C Grade - 3 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 Megilagor Rev IX

Ryuuji took no mind of Jethro's comment, pretty well expecting that sort of talk from him at that point, what Ryuuji knew having been made to feel rather uncomfortable during his time being held captured by slavers that he much preferred placating those above him and subsequently prospering from it, even as a human slave he was seen as little more than a tool by many no doubt.

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As for the forest situation, he did listen to his allies, giving a nod of acknowledgment when Diego said he was focusing on the leader. That was probably a good move if they wanted to prevent the death of more slaves, even then Ryuuji imagined being able to revive them short of their bodies being turned to ash, the same went for the leader whom Diego mentioned trying not to kill. Unless there was a power anti magic Ryuuji didn't know about, or the body became too far destroyed, and it hadn't been longer than 10 days, theoretically just like he had revived Saoirse he should be able to do for others as needed.


Then there was Fenrir who he also nodded too, who was also going to assault the leader, not a big surprise there. What His statement aloud did make Ryuuji wonder was, it was completely possible that some of the rebel faction was infact cultists, one didn't have to be one or the other after all, even if it wasn't quite what he hd been expecting either.

Ryuuji watched the after effect of his psychic attack, and a bit of a smug smirk fell upon his face. This power could be enhanced and he'd be quite a threat to be reckoned with. He hadn't initially been planning on offensive magic, but it had become apparent it was something which he was also capable of now.

Attitude or not, after Jethro's violent display of power he was glad that her was in fact now on their Side instead of an enemy to contend with. Diego had been becoming more impressive overtime as well with his rapid strikes, hitting the leader repeatedly, the fact that Ryuuji's mind assault seemingly had stunned the leader even if briefly had been the idea he was hoping for so that was nice to see as well.

Fenrir was proving to also be rather strong in his display here and back when he had assisted Ryuuji with the criminals at that strange estate. Seeing the cultists flee and the chaos unfold, Ryuuji sort of wanted to call out to them, but he was too far away for them to hear unless he yelled. And he was likely too far away to hear the cult leader's words.

What he could understand visually was a different story however. Seeing the tree start to react the way it did was probably not a good sign given the occult ritual which had been taking place, not to mention the feeling of the ground under his feet and rhythmic symbols on the tree. Seeing Jetho spring into action to attack the thing was all Ryuuji really needed to team up with him and hopefully stop or weaken whatever that thing was.
Once again without moving from his spot, Ryuuji stood in place, moving his hands, as green magical energy crackled over his arms.

"Think you can summon the occult without consequences in the west Empire huh?" He'd speak rhetorically, a cool stern look of indifference on his face.

He'd promptly use the following ability targeting the tree, if it was successful a decently sizable green lightning bolt comprised of light and lightning energy would come down from above thanks to indirect and strike the tree.

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 calls down green light lightning bolts on his target up to 100 ft away, within a 50 ft AOE, using selective to avoid smiting allies.

Spoiler: Ryuuji Actions

Ryuuji Actions:

Let There Be Smite! BE:
INT A (6) + Catalyst B (5) + ABL D (3) = 14 + 1 (Bolster) = 15 Base Effectiveness,

1. Team up with Jethro to help stop whatever evil thing the tree is doing.

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 calls down green light lightning bolts on his target up to 100 ft away, within a 50 ft AOE, using selective to avoid smiting allies.

Cooldowns:
F: Ready
E: Cooldown (Until buff canceled or expires)
D: 2 post cooldown
C: 2 post cooldown

 

[Megilagor]

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

Diego had a hard time keeping his cool despite the fact that coming to this world it was easier than his old world, but the sight of cultists was just.. Blood blazing really, if he did not know better he would say his blood was literally aflame at this very moment.

To make sure the cult leader was in a bad state but still alive, so he struck them twice, once normally, but for the follow-up attack he rotated his glaive so he would hit them with the blunt side of it and a fair bit weaker to his former strike, though he did forget to disperse the force around its head.

After striking the cult leader twice, Diego would change the grip on his glaive, placing it on his shoulder as he fell back a bit towards the slaves, to untie them, though he did help himself with the glaive's blade here and there since he wanted to do it fast. As he was doing so, he spoke to the slaves in a commanding and perhaps intimidating tone.
"Listen up! If you want to live, fall back to the black haired kids position. Otherwise I nor my friends can provide you with any measure of safety right now. Got it?"
He would look at them for a bit before stomping his foot into the ground hard and yelling. "If you got it then move! Move! Move."


Actions & CD:
1. Diego strikes the Cult leader. Strength [C], Fighting Style [E], Range [F], Reach [F], Blight {Force} [F], Penetrating [F]- Grade [E] - 1 Post Cooldown
2. Diego strikes the Cult leader again. Strength [C], Fighting Style [F], Range [F], Reach [F], Blight {Force} [F], Penetrating [F], Non-Lethal [F], Energized [F]- Grade [F] - 0 Post Cooldown
3. Diego moves closer to the slaves, untying them, and commanding them to fall back towards Ryuuji position since its safe. - Intimidation [F], Energized[F] -Grade [F] - 0 Post Cooldown
F: Yes
E: 1/0
D: 2/1
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

Fenrir's ears flattened, and an angry growl left his throat as the injured cult leader appeared to claim victory, despite the dire circumstances she was in. The earth trembled beneath his feet, a signal of something which they certainly didn’t expect had brought forth. “Whatever you brought forth, it won’t be awakened for too long after we are done with it!” The butler said between clenched teeth. And, seeing how Diego was trying to deal with her, the beastkin sights shifted towards the towering oak tree.

He did his best to try and keep his concentration, the whispers now even louder than before, as if spoken directly into his mind. Shaking his head, he decided it was best to ignore the corpses being controlled, focusing instead on whatever was now controlling the tree.

Quickly, he charged towards the massive tree’s back, yet keeping enough distance from the reanimated slaves [Action 1]. A mix of leaves and dust was left behind him, until he came to a full stop, a few mere feet from the bark. Raising both swords, he slashed against it without a second thought: first, he delivered the same cross-slash as he did to the cultist leader previously, hoping that the blade’s steel would find success against the bark [Action 2]. Following that, he coiled his left arm back and thrusted the sword-tip firmly against the oak monstrosity, trying to pierce it and firmly sheath the blade inside of it. [Action 3]

Spoiler: Actions

Actions:
1 - Blitz Fang - Fast F + Energized F - Moved to D4 - Grade F Cooldown 0
2 - 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 (Bolster) = 10 Base Effectiveness, -1 to enemy attacking stat if they are attacking, -1 to enemy item
3 - Basic Attack +1 combo

 

[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

[Ryuuji's Bolster using Magic Duration F has run out]

The clearing erupted into controlled chaos as the group launched their coordinated assault against the awakening threat. Jethro stepped forward with grim determination, positioning himself between the two desecrated corpses. His blade flashed with dark energy as he executed a powerful horizontal slash across the ancient oak's trunk. The attack left a deep gash in the bark, but it was only the beginning. With fluid, practiced movements, he unleashed the Tamed Blooming Shadow Lotus—a devastating barrage of black flame projections that bloomed outward in a deadly semicircle. The flaming blades buried themselves into the tree's flesh, spreading shadow-fire across its surface. The wood hissed and blackened where the flames touched, ancient bark crumbling to ash. Not satisfied, Jethro followed with his Nightfall Dance, a relentless sequence of slashes that flowed one into another, each strike deepening the wounds in the massive trunk.

From his position at the edge of the clearing, Ryuuji's hands wove intricate patterns as verdant energy crackled along his arms. The strike illuminated the entire clearing with its eerie light, and the sound of its impact reverberated through the forest like the wrath of forgotten gods. The bolt struck the oak dead center, searing through Jethro's earlier wounds and penetrating deep into the heart of the tree. The glowing symbols carved into its bark flickered and distorted, their steady pulse becoming erratic.

Simultaneously, Diego turned his attention to the wounded cult leader. His first strike was precise and devastating, his glaive opening a new wound across her already bloodied form. She staggered but remained standing, her unnatural vitality keeping her conscious despite injuries that would have felled an ordinary person. Diego's second blow, delivered with the blunt side of his weapon, caught her across the temple with calculated force. The cultist leader's eyes rolled back as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious but still breathing—her chest rising and falling shallowly.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Diego rushed to the bound slaves. His blade made quick work of their restraints, and his commanding voice cut through their fear and confusion. His sharp commands jolted them into action. The five freed slaves, trembling and disoriented, scrambled toward Ryuuji's position at the edge of the clearing, casting fearful glances at the thrashing tree and the unconscious cult leader.

Fenrir, meanwhile, circled around to attack the oak from behind. His twin blades flashed in the strange, green-tinged light as he delivered a powerful cross-slash to the trunk, mirroring the technique he had used against the cult leader. The sharp steel bit deep into the bark, revealing pale, sap-oozing wood beneath. Following through, he coiled his left arm and thrust one sword deep into the trunk, burying it to the hilt in the ancient wood.

The combined assault had a dramatic effect. The ancient oak shuddered violently, its branches thrashing overhead like the limbs of a wounded beast. The glowing symbols carved into its bark began to crack and split, green light spilling from the fissures like blood from a mortal wound. A sound unlike anything the group had heard before—something between a scream and the groaning of wood under immense pressure—erupted from the tree.

The roots that had broken through the earth began to retract, slithering back beneath the soil. The corpses of the sacrificed slaves, partially consumed by the hungry roots, slumped lifelessly to the ground once more. The whispers that had haunted the clearing grew frantic and discordant before fading to a faint, distant murmur.

But the battle was not yet won. As the group watched, the deep wounds inflicted on the oak began to seep a thick, viscous fluid that was neither sap nor blood, but something between the two. It glowed with the same sickly green light as the carved symbols, and where it touched the ground, the earth bubbled and hissed. The tree's branches continued to thrash overhead, several breaking off entirely to crash to the forest floor around them.

The fox beastkin slave, now huddled with the others near Ryuuji, spoke in a trembling voice. "The ritual... it's not complete, but it's started. The Forest Drinker is awakening." Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared at the wounded oak. "It feeds on blood and souls. The cultists have been bringing sacrifices for months. They believe it will cleanse the forest of the empire's influence."

As if in response to her words, the oak's trunk split further, revealing a hollow cavity within. The interior pulsed with green light, and within that terrible glow, something moved—a writhing mass of wood and sap taking on a vaguely humanoid shape. Long, branch-like limbs extended from the cavity, each tipped with wickedly sharp wooden claws.

The Forest Drinker had awakened, though weakened by the group's preemptive strike. Its form was not fully manifested, but the malevolence radiating from it was palpable. It pulled itself from the hollow trunk with agonizing slowness, each movement accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

The slaves cowered behind Ryuuji, their expressions a mixture of terror and desperate hope. The fox beastkin clutched at her binding mark, her voice barely above a whisper. "The old stories say fire is its bane. The deep woods fear the cleansing flame."

The battle had entered a new phase. The cult was scattered, its leader unconscious, but the entity they had sought to awaken was now partially manifest—a creature of ancient, twisted magic born from the blood-soaked soil of the Whispering Woods.

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