Finished &nbsp; [ROTIA-Niflheim Village]- The Hailrend Disorder

Rev IX

The yakuza then arched one eyebrow with the information received from both Marcus and Griffin about Rotia’s royalty being the ones who actually piloted the fullers. Also, how they could also be used to move the train back on top of the rail. “Putting themselves out there like the rest of the army, color me impressed… well, not exactly like them, but still.” He remarked, keeping an even tone. He thought these medieval-like rulers would all rather stay cooped in their keeps and whatnot, so the surprise was quite refreshing.

Hiroshi’s expression was hard to decipher as soon as Niflheim came into view, only changing to curiosity as the man received one odd-looking stone. “Thermastones, huh? Don’t mind if I hold one of these. Don’t quite fancy becoming one of those things, thank you very much.” With a grin, he accepted one of them, feeling the warmth that was produced by the stone. He would spend a moment longer, running his fingers through the surface of the mineral, before tucking it inside his jacket.

Inside the town, the situation was quite grim. With the villagers practically surrounded by those creatures, it was no surprise with how disheartened they seemed to be, according to Bryn. The martial artist didn’t particularly feel any need to help the people in there, but if that could be done without any ‘extra’ from him, he didn’t particularly mind getting them out of there. “Now, now, don’t go in throwing the towel just yet. We need someone to get that train in working order.” Hiroshi mumbled as he fetched a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting it in the next moment.

Taking a deep, long drag of it, he would blow the smoke towards the skies, its grayness matching the same of the skies, dull and lifeless. “I’m heading to the miner’s guild office. The pilot said about drinks, and I’m eager to see what kind of booze is available in here.” Turning on his heel, he began walking towards the office, intending to get the drink he had been denied when the bar in the train had been destroyed.

Actions:
1 - Visit the Miner's Guild

Thermastones: 1

Lolory · Oct 6, 2024

UMBRA BLACKWELL | Demon | Enticer

Umbra hid the frown that wanted to appear on his face at Marcus who had opted to join him. Oh well, he supposed he could use this as an opportunity to unwind finally after a rather harrowing day. Umbra would be surrounded by other people for hours it seemed, so it would be better to try to find something to do with his time, mostly at the expense of those around him. Marcus and Umbra traveled down the snowy village street until they both stopped at one of the few buildings that had been turned into a patient holding room. It was a squat looking brick house that had a simple gas lamp that hung from outside, frost covered the windows and totally obscured the inside.

Umbra turned the doorknob and entered without so much as a knock, and was immediately hit with that same strange feeling from when he fell into the snow. Similarly, Marcus would also be able to feel it as well, though the room looked completely harmless. It was a standard med bay with beds, curtains and shelves of various medical equipment along the wall. There were only 3 patients in this medbay, they all seemed to be asleep.

A small elderly woman dressed in linen scrubs came to greet them, a mask over her face as she hurried to close the door. "Close that, won't you? Someone could catch the doubt by passing by, you know!? I can sense neither of you have masks, here." She shoved two cloth masks into their hands with a huff, before turning to go back to one of the shelves where she'd been preparing some kind of salve in a jar. Umbra pocketed the mask, and inspected the elderly woman. Instantly, he realized that while she was one of the only people this village had to a doctor, she was also totally blind. "Are you two the volunteers that I was promised would come and help? It's been almost 2 months with no help, and that Fuller pilot said she'd get me some volunteers soon!" The old woman went to one of the bedsides of the patients to administer the medicine she'd conjured up.

"Yes we are." Umbra said with a smile on his face, "We can both see that you desperately need some assistance here. What with your uh...condition." Umbra walked to the first bedside patient to go and assist them.

Options:
1. Go to patient#1 (+2Doubt)
2. Go to patient#2 (+2Doubt)
3. Inspect the shelves

Actions:
1.

"Demonic Diagnosis" Medicine F, Appraisal F- User can accurately diagnose the source of an illness or injury at a glance. F grade, 0 post cooldown.

Maverick Six

The Blacksmith

Niflheim had one Blacksmith who worked very diligently to keep the town up and running, and as Arkham traveled to her shop he would be able to hear the loud incessant yet familiar sound of a hammer on steel. The Blacksmith's shop was conveniently the only place in the village who's windows weren't frosted and covered in ice, as the forge was hot enough to keep it somewhat warm. This meant that some of the villagers also liked to mill about the Blacksmith's shop during the day just to keep warm. A small group of children could be seen playing near the steps, while the local blacksmith hammered away beside the open forge.

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She waved at Arkham, hammer still in hand. "Hey! A new face for the first time in years! Bryn sent you didn't she?" Said the blacksmith. "I'm Orissa, nice to meet you. If you'd like, you can stay as long as the forge is on, but I will have to cut it off at the end of the day. Conserve the last fuel I have for it, you know." She told him. "I see you've got yourself a thermastone too, we don't have many of those. The Miner's are gonna have to go and get more soon. Anyways, if there's anything that needs fixing, I can help you out."

There were a few options at Arkham's disposal, he could even seek out Orissa for help with rebuilding the train, if she had enough materials for it anyways.

Rev IX

The Mining Guild

The miner's guild was probably the liveliest place in the village, as music poured from the open hall. Inside were many miners, who were all sat at tables enjoying a drink and bowls of mysterious soup. A large hearth sat at the front, upon which a giant pot of perpetual stew sat simmering while the old cook stirred it every once in a while. One miner in particular was the life of the party as he stood on a table with a mug of ale in hand, laughing merrily. He spotted Griffin and Hiroshi by the entrance, and welcomed them warmly to the guild hall.

"Hey everyone, visitors! I've never seen you before, so you must be new in town, which is quite rare." He said. "Last time we had new faces in the village was over 10 years ago, ha! My name's Brody Sedona, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He passed two bowls of warm herbal soup to Griffin and Hiroshi and lead them to a table with the other miners. "We were gonna go to the mines later today, but it's not particularly safe for every day people. Your welcome to join but only if you're an Adventurer or with a guild of some kind, got that?"

Rev IX · Oct 7, 2024

Arkham Koenig

Arkham grimaced upon noticing the state of the workshop. It was nothing short of a miracle there were still people not frozen to death when they had to resort to something like this to get heat.

"Well met, Orissa. I'm Schwarz. And yes, Bryn pointed me this way..." Arkham chose not to openly show his lack of trust on this situation anymore, replacing it with a feigned mild sympathy. "You folk sure have it rough in here. I guess fate has decided we should help each other." After a brief pause, the bounty hunter elaborated "The people that came with me to this village come from a train wreck. The train derailed and I'm sure some parts were damaged. We could use some help".

Arkham decided to lessen the blow of the difficult task by asking for advice on a more simple request. He detached the sheath of his older sword, the one with lesser quality, and showed it to Orissa. "Do you think you could make something out of this? I already have a better weapon, so something with a different purpose would be nice."

Maxxob · Oct 7, 2024

Hiroshi Nakamura

Titles
[Isekai], [Human], [Wanted by Nightshade Guild], Educated [Yakuza], Expert Martial Artist, [Murderer F], [Abuser F] - #b80926

DarkKitsune

A wide smile appeared on Hiroshi’s lips as soon as the music from the Miner’s Guild reached his ears. The yakuza certainly loved merriment and fun, along with drinking. He hoped that place would have some nice alcohol to fill his belly.

“This place looks pretty fun! Miles better than the misery appearing to be going on outside of it.” He told Griffin in a cheery tone, being the first to cross the threshold inside the guild hall. His hazel eyes darted around, falling upon a particular fellow, who appeared to have had too many drinks already, standing up on one of the tables.

“That is quite right, we aren’t from this village. The bo-... gir… eh…” Hiroshi’s gaze darted towards Griffin, bringing a hand to his own head and scratching a few times. “... my companion and I are new in this place. If I had known you guys were knee-deep in shit with these undead creatures, I sure wouldn’t have taken that train!” The man would let out a booming laugh, accepting the bowl with the mysterious soup, looking at its contents with skepticism.

“Nice to meet you, Seodan-san. I’m Hiroshi Nakamura, a perspective businessman…” Introducing himself while sitting down on the table, a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Grabbing the bowl, the yakuza brought its edge to his lips, tilting it slightly and slurping its contents. After a few gulps, he placed the bowl back on the table, licking his lips clean.

“Going into the mines would be good. Maybe we can find more of these… Thermastones, right? They seem pretty useful.” Leaning back slightly, the man began rotating his right shoulder, making his bones crack slightly. “Don’t you worry about the danger, I can take care of myself.”

Thermastones: 1

Maverick Six · Oct 7, 2024

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Lolory
Titles: Human [Mundane], Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military F, Abomination Fighter
Language Key: | "Common" | "[Terran]" |

Nifleheim

During his walk, Marcus saw fit to wrap a sheath around his spear once more. He was mostly quiet during the walk with Umbra.

Once he got inside the building, he leaned the spear up against the wall near the entrance. With a glance around, he saw the patients sitting in their beds but did not seek to approach them yet. Soon, a little old lady walked over to him. Marcus' scarred eyes honed in on the old, blind doctor. And through his motions, one could see his emotional state somewhat.

"Thank you, Miss. I will heed your guidance." He said respectfully, taking a moment to look over the place.

This scene reminded me of the days before he went onto the front lines. When he was but a bodyguard and a medic. It wasn't uncommon for him to be greeted with the grizzly aftermath of a battle. When Umbra said they were there to help, one could hear the clatter of metal as he firmly nodded his armored head.

"I will help as best I can. I have a few medical supplies myself, though they are more general in nature." Marcus walked to a discreet corner of a room. Turning away from Umbra and the others, he started to remove his helmet. The sound of a few straps being undone, a few clicks from the undoing of clocks, and it was placed on a table. All one could see of the Warriors head was a head of straight brown hair, which hovered just above his shoulders. Just as he said, he would put the cloth mask on just as the old lady had asked. But then he'd put his helmet back on.

With that done -- Marcus would see to see patient number 2. He'd look the patient over to the fullest extent his senses would allow. Keenly sharp, and in tandem with his knowledge of medicine, he sought to scan the area to become familiar with the symptoms of doubt. [Asclepius' Gaze] With this, he could hopefully begin to measure how much doubt a person had and inform them of such. He'd look over the details of their body, listen to their breathing, and roughly approximately any rise in body temperature.

His knowledge of medicine in tandem with perception, also meant his senses might be keen to pick it up should he himself have it.

Just as Marcus had said before, he sought to see if the good Doctor Blackwell himself was infected. Looking over at Umbra, Marcus also sought to analyze him [Asclepius' Gaze] in order to look for signs of this disease in him. He looked at him to see if there were any bite marks and, additionally, anything that he saw while analyzing the patient.

"Miss. What do you know about this hailrend disorder? How does it spread? "And how have you been dealing with it? To expand further as to why I am here, we seek to get this town aid and will benefit some supplies to combat this so-called "Doubt." The more knowledge Marcus had on this condition, the better. But he sought to ask questions to guide her thoughts for the journey he sought ahead.

He simply knew far too little about how the sickness works. It seemed as though just about everyone here had grown so acclimated to it, that it was merely a part of life.

"I will help you here. But soon, I hope to help in evacuating this town. A broken train is nearby, in need of repair. Conveniently, it should be enough to help." Hopefully, he sought to instill within her a bit of hope that perhaps some help had arrived for them. And that someone might come looking for them otherwise.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder about the convenience of this whole situation. It was a bit beneficial to this town, to have an entire, empty train ready to evacuate these people.

Surely, a human wouldn't sabotage the tracks and crash this train, would they? They could just ask for help....

The thought was quickly discarded.

Actions: 3/3

1. Other - Put on mask
2. Asclepius' Gaze - Medicine F (C), Perception F, Energize F - Marcus checks a target or an area with his senses, seeking to detect signs of disease and identify it's nature. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown [Target Patient #2 and himself]
3. Asclepius' Gaze - Medicine F (C), Perception F, Energize F - Marcus checks a target or an area with his senses, seeking to detect signs of disease and identify it's nature. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown [Target Umbra]

Doubt Counter: ???

DarkKitsune · Oct 11, 2024

GRIFFIN
INTERACTIONS:

Maxxob

Construct, Bow Apprentice, Ryken Adventurer E, Buged, Republic Adventurer E, Soft Hearted

“Misery and pain are everywhere you look. It’s just easier to see it here.”

Griffin replied to Hiroshi as they entered the miner’s guild. Griffin took in the area and the details and he nodded as Brody introduced himself. Griffin was a part of the adventurers guild as an apprentice in the Ryke branch and Republic adventurers guild branch. It was nice to see those relations would work here…probably. He just nodded along as Hiroshi introduced the both of them well him sort of himself. Griffin said.

“Pleasure to meet you, Brody! You can call me Griffin or Aurora I’m a part of Ryke’s and The Republic of Kuridan’s adventurers guilds.”

He said going with a simple enough introduction, Griffin didn’t bother to correct Hiroshi on if he was a boy or a girl though, he did find it odd since people assumed boy typically. But if he was passing for both he supposed it was fine. Griffin added.

“We’ll need to collect Thermastones and gather supplies for an endeavor that might help the case in this village… I don’t know which currency you accept though if we need to pay but I do have some Ryke and Republic currencies.Lady Bryn also said she would be by later to refill her fuller.”

He explained. Working with the adventurers guilds he did receive payment. Not a lot but all things considered it was hopefully enough.

Lolory · Oct 17, 2024

UMBRA BLACKWELL | Demon | Enticer

The elderly woman listened to Marcus' questions, "The 'Hailrend' Disorder? You must mean have gotten that name from that girl Bryn, I see...I've always just called it 'The Doubt'. Because that's what it does, it seeps into you and makes your mind weak. Things you believed you could do before suddenly become impossible, or challenging." She explained. "I gave you both those masks since you can catch it from a patient to something as innocuous as the wind outside from the storm. The Regita girl thinks it's the snow itself that's contaminated, but I have my doubts. I think it's something much more hidden." The elderly woman walked over to the shelf and grabbed the jar of strange medicine that Umbra had been inspecting earlier. "This is the only salve I've managed to create that staves off that dreaded illness. It's made from mintberry and Thermastone shavings. It's enough to clear the mind of a patient...but not enough to cure them."

She uncapped it and put the jar under the nose of one of the sleeping patients, who had seemingly grown restless after a few moments of being unnattended. The patient soon calmed down, but their sickly palor didn't abate at all.

Umbra had gone over to the first Patient with the intention of trying something to help, but oddly enough he felt as if all the knowledge he'd acrued as a doctor over his many years had suddenly vanished. And what he could remember, he Doubted immensely as if he wasn't sure if what he recalled was correct. He observed what the elderly woman did, but noticed that there wasn't another jar of salve available.

"This is the last salve I have, and I haven't been able to make more since we're all out of the ingredients to make them." She explained shortly. Umbra knew that made sense, he remembered Bryn mentioned the Thermastones were rare and that they'd need to get more soon.

Umbra and Marcus both want to help tend to the patients, however as they try to use their skills there's a nagging in their minds telling them that its futile, and that to help is pointless. They need a clear mind if they're going to see what needs doing next.

Roll to Overcome the Doubt (+3) OR use Thermastone?

Maverick Six

Orissa took ahold of the old blade, and inspected it carefully. "It's pretty beat up, but I'll see what I can do. As for your train situation, I actually have some materials I could use to help rebuild whatever parts have been severely damaged. Though fixing it will be another thing entirely." She said with a sigh. "It's probably still by the tracks, right? So that means we'll have to venture into the snow with all of those rotters if we want to fix anything, and that's...quite the endeavor." Orissa began to rifle through a bag beside her and pulled out a very thin looking Thermastone. It's orange glow was dim but still there. "I can go out there with you just to inspect the parts of the train that's most damaged, but we'd have to make it quick. Do you have the Conductor of the train with you?"

"Did someone mention a 'Conductor'?" Alyss' cheery voice came from behind Arkham as she approached, a cup of something warm in hand. "If you're going to the train, I'd like to come with you! I can point out what needs fixing better, at least. Miss Regita is still in that townhall discussing something really important, so I kind of just wandered off without her."

Orissa looked surprised, "Wow it's been a while, she's still in there? I guess talking with the higher up's is taking a bit longer than she thought...Nevermind that though, we can make a short trip and be back just in time to speak with her. What do you say?"

Rev IX

Brody clapped Hiroshi on the back with a friendly smile, "I like this guy, he's tough! Okay then, we'll get you two some gear and head out soon. And don't worry about money it's pretty worthless here." He explained to the both of them. Soon the miner's guild began to prepare for another short expedition into the mines, which weren't that far from where they were at all. Situated behind the miner's guildhall was the entrance in fact, dug deep into the mountainside that bordered the small village. The gear included a pickaxe, an oil lantern, and whatever jackets the crew already had on. Curiously, Brody and the other miner's didn't wear anything to cover their faces for fear of coal dust or any other ore material.

"You actually don't want to go in with too much coverage." Brody said as he handed the both of them a short knife. "The Thermastone gets very warm, and if we're all covered head to toe in gear...it can be pretty hard to tell where it is." He pointed to the knife in their hands as well. "And this is because there's some nasty creatures lurking in the dark. If anything grabs you, remember to go for the head, got it?" He gave them both a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and began to lead the miners inside. "You can turn back now if you want to, that is you're too scared." Brody teased.

Maxxob

Maverick Six · Oct 17, 2024

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Lolory
Titles: Human [Mundane], Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military F, Abomination Fighter
Language Key: | "Common" | "[Terran]" |

Nifleheim

I am unwell.

Time spent near the patient had interfered a bit with Marcus' thinking. He had gained information which he sought, concerning the mysterious of nature of the "Hailrend Disorder." Doubt. It seemed a more fitting name and a much briefer thus. Thus, that was going to be what it was that he decided to use. A simple word which boiled down the nature of the disease to a concept which most anyone could understand.

Right now, he needed simple concepts, as his own years-long abilities had come into question. "HrrrrRRRRGH..." Marcus growled audibly, anger taking him. It was a sensation like having a thought be on the tip of one's tongue and yet annoyingly out of reach. He was perceptive enough to understand this was unusual.

"These thoughts. How can they be...?" He said outload.

Marcus cursed himself, as it appeared that putting on the mask served not much purpose.

"Was this mask for not? Or was I already infected? I....think I am afflicted. Perhaps not. And yet...this is not like me...." Marcus with an uncharacteristic uncertainty, as though he wondered if he'd simply convinced himself that he had it or if he actually had it. Either way, he sought to fight through this depressive fog which sought to cloud his mind.

Hopefully, he'd at least be able to describe this better to the others.

Actions: 1/3

1. Fight the doubt infection with pleasant thoughts and sheer force of will.

Doubt Counter: +2

Maxxob · Oct 18, 2024

Hiroshi Nakamura

Titles
[Isekai], [Human], [Wanted by Nightshade Guild], Educated [Yakuza], Expert Martial Artist, [Murderer F], [Abuser F] - #b80926

DarkKitsune

Hiroshi appeared to be in quite high-spirits, despite the horrible situation which the village was going through, smiling friendly at Brody as the man tapped his back. The yakuza wasn’t someone who shied away from manual labor, as he believed getting too much comfy, even in the position he held once, as a head of a criminal family, made one to be weak. With that, getting up from the table, he already began rotating his right arm, getting ready for the mining he was going to be a part of.

It was quite shifty to have the mine’s entrance so close to the guild itself, so the group wasted little time getting to it. “The less clothing the better then?” Hiroshi asked to confirm, looking at his burgundy suit and not really fancying getting it dirty inside a mine. He decided to, at least, remove both his jacket and shit underneath, trying to ignore the biting cold of the region. Manning up, he tried the best to withstand it, eyes shooting the path ahead.

“That makes sense, gotta feel where the stones are.” Nodding, he understood that feeling the warmth coming from them would be essential to find out where the stones were. Getting the supplies from Brody, the yakuza, now with his muscular physique exposed, held the oil lantern with his left hand and the pickaxe with his right one. The knife? It had been carefully secured on the belt of his pants. “Scared? Hah! No, this doesn’t scare me at all. How about you, Griffin?” He looked at his winged companion with a slight challenge in his gaze.

Thermastones: 1
Pickaxe
Oil lantern
Knife

DarkKitsune · Oct 21, 2024

GRIFFIN
INTERACTIONS:

Maxxob

Construct, Bow Apprentice, Ryken Adventurer E, Buged, Republic Adventurer E, Soft Hearted

“…I have a bow. But I’ll accept anyway.”

Griffin said accepting the knife, not like he was able to use it this body had average strength at best but it might make good use for something he supposed.

“Go for the head…got it, I also wonder if fire wouldn’t be a solution as well, it helped last time I dealt with a undead something. But I don’t have anything to make fire…”

He said more so pondering to himself than speaking to Brody. He accepted the pickaxe and lantern internally complaining with thoughts along the lines of:

‘Stupid body…why couldn’t it be stronger.’

This would be why he preferred his bow and arrows. Griffin used the Oil lamp to see and speaks to Brody.

“Thank you!”

He looked at Hiroshi and shook his head replying.

“No I’m not scared. the bug queen and giant pig were scarier.”

‘the war was also debatably scary…’ he thought to himself but brushed the thought away.

Rev IX · Oct 23, 2024

Arkham Koenig

A silent nod acknowledged the smith's initial thoughts on the blade Arkham offered to her. As Orissa answered to Arkham's second query, the conductor appeared, as if on cue. The wanderer did his best to remain polite when frustration bit him for opening himself for free labor for untrustworthy people. "If you two think those cold corpses won't get you, sure, I'll go with you" The bounty hunter fitted his coat and headed for the door. "We better move, I'm sure those things under the snow will be patient."

Lolory · Oct 23, 2024

UMBRA BLACKWELL | Demon | Enticer

The fog of Doubt cleared from Umbra's mind as he was able to finally push through and focus on the task at hand. He applied the salve correctly on the patient and noticed their ghostly pale pallor from before slightly change, though they were still very much worse for wear. Meanwhile, he glanced at Marcus who was seemingly grappling with something internally, that he hadn't noticed that he'd frozen in place almost. He placed a hand on Marcus' shoulder, "Mr Banecroft? You don't look so well."

The elderly woman clucked her tongue and shook her head, "That one looks like he's already got it, shoot." She sighed, "I'd suggest you get some rest soon, or hold a Thermastone close to your heart, that'll clear it in no time. Just be mindful of any strange ice or snow, and don't venture out of the village again. It's dangerous out there, you could turn into one of those rotters. And then there'd be no helping you at all."

"I'll make sure he gets some rest. I could use a break anyways, let's go and see how the others are doing? Maybe they've finally figured out a way to fix the train." Umbra suggested. As the two of them left, Umbra was slightly curious about something regarding the illness that was in the village, more so he was curious to see the effects of it first hand. He looked at Marcus with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I felt the effects of the Doubt as well earlier when we were by the train. In fact, I still feel quite strange. But I was able to push through it with enough effort. Perhaps after you rest for a bit, you'll regain some of your mental senses again? Anyways, I feel you need this more than I do, so here." Umbra handed his own Thermastone to Marcus. "I remember the recipe she said she used for that salve, it seemed to work pretty well. I'll make some just for our group later. Just uh...don't tell the others I gave you my Theramstone? I don't want them all to worry, not when we already have so much at stake."

In truth, Umbra did not care at all about making some miracle cure for the others, but he had finally found a way to fix his own boredom. Meanwhile, they spotted Bryn again who was walking towards them with a determined gait. "Glad to see I found some of the group, the others seem to be busy doing other things." She said to them. "I managed to convince the village leader to let you stay for a few days, but he wasn't too happy about your whole...train circumstance. He didn't even seem happy to fix it up, if we even can...But that doesn't matter, we've got the go ahead finally! The Fuller should also be done charging, so I can use it to tip it back over."

Just as Bryn finished saying that, a loud creaking noise filled the air. Her head whipped towards the towns gated entrance, and spotted the wrought iron gate that had frozen over years of ice, inch slowly to a close. "What? Why's the gate closing? It's not dusk yet..."

"You always close the gates at dusk?" Umbra commented.

"Yes, or...if a hoard of rotters is making its way to the village."

Maverick Six

Outside of the village, Orissa, Arkham, and Alyss had walked back to the train through the thick snow that was a lot softer than it appeared. Their shoes could easily sink deep into the snow if they didn't keep moving forward. Alyss lead them all to the destroyed entrance of the train that Marcus had made, and they all climbed into the sideways train car. The train was colder than it had been before, and it was incredibly darkened with no electricity to help light up the lamps alongside the passenger seats. "I want to go and look for a tool somewhere in the conductors car." Alyss told them as she carefully stepped through the train. Broke glass, and slippery alcohol and wines were strewn all over from the destroyed bar.

"Just make it quick. Geez...this whole thing just needs to be tipped back over, and then maybe we can start somewhere." Orissa said as she examined the destroyed train car. Further back in the train, one would be able to see that two giant dents had been made in the side which almost entirely caved in the wall. "It looks like something really did tip it over." Orissa touched the cold metal with her hand, "Was anything important on this side of the train?"

Alyss was still busy searching in the conductors car when a violent shake erupted from beneath the tilted over hull. Ghostly frozen hands pushed against the glass windows of the train from beneath the snow, and Orissa cursed as she took a blade out. "Damn, we're too warm! They managed to track us through the snow!"

More and more rotted hands and faces pushed upsgainst the windows of the train from the packed snow beneath, until the glass shattered and broke under the pressure.

"I found it!" Alyss exclaimed as she came back to the other two, but a look of horror crossed her face when she noticed the rotting corpses making their way slowly into the train. "We should go!" she said, taking her flare gun out again. One of the rotters had managed to get its upper half into the train and was now grasping onto Arkham's clothing with a low groan that rattled deep in its throat. It appeared to have once been a woman who was still dressed for a snowy day.

Rev IX

Brody lead the miners deeper into the cave, and soon stopped. He placed a hand alongside the walls of the cave and just began to feel around. "This is typically how we search for Thermastone. The warmer the stone is, the more you'll be able to feel it through the walls." He explained to Hiroshi and Griffin. The cave was also pretty dark, save for the light orange glow of lamplight.

The miners would be able to hear the gate closing from the entrance of the village, but none of them reacted to the sound immediately. Brody hummed, "Must be dusk now I guess? That's strange, time sure flies fast." He muttered. "Oh! I think I found a spot." Lets start digging here. He patted the wall and motioned for the others to get to work. Hiroshi and Griffin could also join in, or feel along the wall for more spots to dig for Thermastone if they wished.

DarkKitsune

Maxxob · Oct 24, 2024

Hiroshi Nakamura

Titles
[Isekai], [Human], [Wanted by Nightshade Guild], Educated [Yakuza], Expert Martial Artist, [Murderer F], [Abuser F] - #b80926

DarkKitsune

The answer from Griffin made a grin tug at one of the corners of his lips. "It is good to hear you aren't scared because of those undead creatures." And, listening to some of the things the winged companion said that were scarier, the yakuza felt contemplative. "Bug Queen... I feel like I've heard about that somewhere..." Scratching the back of his head, he couldn't quite remember where.

Hiroshi would follow Brody right behind him, trailing his footsteps while holding the oil lamp right in front of him. The criminal keeps his wits about him, not wanting to be caught by surprise. "I see, so we gotta feel the walls for warmth. Seems simple enough." He commented, as he placed the pickaxe against the wall, so he could have at least one hand free.

Slowly, the yakuza began moving his hand, pressing his digits against the rocky wall of the mine. The loud, metallic groan caught his attention, head snapping towards the entrance of the mine. "The village gates close during the night?" Hiroshi's question was accompanied by the rising of one of his eyebrows. If it were the case, at least now he had some notion of time.

With Brody finding a spot, the yakuza thought it was better to try and find some of his own. With that, he continued patting the wall with his hand, ready to grab the resting pickaxe once more if he found something.

Thermastones: 1
Pickaxe
Oil lantern
Knife

Rev IX · Oct 25, 2024

Arkham Koenig

Arkham silently trekked back to the wreck at a brisk pace, sure that the peculiar density of the snow was not just a cute local quirk. He'd even be down to bet on the fact that those corpses were all around.

While Alyss vanished in the dark, Arkham did his best to scan the surrounding space. And he couldn't help to raise an eyebrow to Orissa's observation. Could it be that the train, and its conductor, were also part of this mysterious situation? The hunter had no chance to investigate, however. More undead folk crashed the party from below. Arkham was quick to unsheathe his sword, gauging the best possible course of action. "Out! Now!" he barked. Echoing Alyss, pushing the urgency of her message further.

Around the same time, one of those cursed things tried to take him down. Arkham did not hesitate when it came to attack the monstrosity. Dark flames engulfed the vagrant and his sword as it was swung with finesse to chop down the undead off him and burn it away should it choose to insist after being put to rest for the (probably) second time. From there, he'd make his way out and away from the monstrosities beneath. And not wanting to stick around for more friends to gather, he'd also be fast to head back to the village. He hoped the other two would be smart enough to follow suit.

1 - Black Stinger - Fighting Style [Phantom Blade][Sword][Specialized] E ([Aura] E, [Penetrating] E, [Blight] E), Acrobatics F - Arkham pummels the target with a burning, piercing strike. While also fending off contact with equally dangerous flames that envelop him - Grade E - 1 Post Cooldown
2 - Escape the train
3 - Go back to Niflheim

Maverick Six · Oct 27, 2024

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Lolory
Titles: Human [Mundane], Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military F, Abomination Fighter
Language Key: | "Common" | "[Terran]" |

Nifleheim

For a bit, Marcus was rather verbally unresponsive.

A hand was placed unto the cool steel of his shoulder, and he merely clenched his fist. One could hear the steel about his form slide as he turned away his head -- the only thing visible of his face being his battle scar-wrapped eyes. Soon however, he relaxed, and one could hear a sigh escaping from beneath the armor.

"Forgive me. I dislike greatly that which tampers with the mind. Ever since that time at the mansion I...." He shakes his head, as if to cut off what he realized to others must have been incoherent and irrelevant rambling.

"Nevermind." He said simply.

He turned to Umbra as he witnessed the offered stone. A brief moment of consideration was given as soon, he reached out and accepted it. "No....no. We must adjust accordingly if this is the case. I will accept this. But keep out harm's reach, if this is the case."

The man turned to the old doctor, and responded to her recommendation.

"We can't....stay here forever....And we don't know enough to call exploration futile." He says simply. There was a lot that was unknown when it came to this. "Very well." It didn't seem like he was of much use like this. And thus he agreed to leave with Umbra. He grabbed his spear and soon walked outside among the villagers though he kept a bit of distance from him and anyone else. The mask was to stay on to avoid infection.

He looked and contemplated using the Thermastone. There was a degree of pride that had gone into his discipline and willpower. Yet once he came to the gate and heard the danger rotters, he came to a conclusion: If he couldn't clear out his doubt -- he'd decide to simply capture it. He tried to clear out the doubt once more, taking into account the advice that Umbra had given him.

His eyes closed. And this time, he took a deep breath as he looked inward. While standing some seven feet away from Bryna and Umbra, he tried once again to undo the affliction to his own mind.

Actions: 2/3

1. Fight the doubt infection with pleasant thoughts and sheer force of will.
2. Listened to Umbra and Bryna's conversation.

Doubt Counter: +2

Thermastones: 2

DarkKitsune · Oct 27, 2024

GRIFFIN
INTERACTIONS:

Maxxob

Construct, Bow Apprentice, Ryken Adventurer E, Buged, Republic Adventurer E, Soft Hearted

“Oh! I see, like a game of hot and cold!”

He answered when learning how thermastones are typically searched for, he had to admit it was fascinating. This world grew more and more interesting the longer he lingered in it he shouldn’t continue being surprised by things he’s been in this world for a little over a year now yet it seemed it had more aces up its sleeve. Despite the weight in his hand he tried to continue with the job… it was really making Griffin wonder how to strengthen a artificial body just carrying the bear minimum reminding him, while his precision was great raw strength wise…he was pretty pathetic. It was likely one of the reasons why the construct preferred arrows and magic over swords and daggers. When Hiroshi being seemingly confused he laughed.

“Haha! If I hadn’t known any better I’d say you come from another world! I’m surprised you are unaware, but it probably sounds familiar because it’s a big deal between the nations of the Fae see, Ryke and The Eastern Empire, I am unsure of how the bugs originated myself but I’ve been in a fight with them in one of their nests. Can’t say it’s fun.”

He explained then continued listening to Brody humming as he held his gloved-looking hands to the wall searching for any hint of warmth that may be embedded into the otherwise cold stone. He responds to Hiroshi.

“wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case…”

Lolory · Nov 2, 2024

UMBRA BLACKWELL | Demon | Enticer | Espionage Agent

As Arkham cut swiftly through the rotter's with her flaming black sword, they all coward away from the sharp blade. Alyss let loose more rounds of the flare gun directly at the glass windows of the train, where the faces of rotters that were excited to get to the three of them were pressed closely to the window panes. The glass shattered along with their faces as the flares bullied them back into the thick snow. Orissa and Alyss quickly followed Arkham out of the train, just narrowly avoiding the clutches of the rotters in the train. "I think we lost them-" Alyss said as she looked back, but she tripped as the snow exploded violently behind them, making the small trio trip and fall into the snow. A hoarde of rotters that had been hiding in the snow for them it seemed burst out of the snow violently, and was now crawling and meandering towards them.

Orissa's face clouded over with fear as she spotted the iron gates to the village. "No! The gates are closing, wait! Don't close that gate!" She shouted as she ran faster.
"Why would they close the gate?!" Alyss asked as she tried to hurry as well.

"We always close the gates if there's a hoard. We'll have to make it in time, or else. I think your heat filled attacks awoke too many of them!" Orissa explained. They were soon reaching the gate as it was narrowly closing in on them. Just then, Alyss' feet began to falter and she tripped again.

"It's hopeless, we're not gonna make it anyways..." She muttered to herself. Unfortunately for Arkham, he too began to feel the effects of the mysterious illness that plagued the village. The Doubt crept in despite his earlier success in battle, he could feel the mental toll of the Hailrend weigh him down. The gate seemed further and further away, and Alyss faltering in the snow again was just more fuel to the icy fire.

Arkham has to make it to the gate with Orissa and Alyss, but the Doubt is weighing him down after being near the rotters for too long.
Push through or Use a Thermastone?
(+4 Doubt)

Rev IX

Meanwhile, Bryn ran to the gatekeeper to drastically open the gate, but the old man wouldn't budge no matter what she said. "Are you crazy, Regita?! There's a hoard out there, we'll all DIE if we keep the gate open any longer!" He said to her. She shook her head at him in disbelief.

"We only need to keep it open just long enough for those three to slip in. Orissa is still out there!" She exclaimed.

"That outsider Blacksmith doesn't need entry! If she decides to do stupid things, she'll pay the price!" the old gatekeeper huffed. Bryn looked short of shoving the old man over and opening the gate herself. All while this was happening, Marcus stepped aside to try and clear his mind to no avail, which left Umbra to try and smooth things over. By the looks of things...they have something with them. He eyed the group on the other side of the gate. Since he wanted to go home, he decided just this once he'd be helpful to the group. He still had other plans later if Marcus' poor condition was anything to go off of, but for now he'd need to speed things along. He walked over to the gatekeeper, and smiled cordially.

"Sir, please open the gate. I promise those three are fast enough to slip through before any hoarde can get in." Umbra said to him. "You've done such a great job at gatekeeping as well, I can tell from how worn the iron is. Open it just this once, yes? If anything of note happens, it'll fall on my shoulders. Not yours." Almost as if by magic, the gatekeeper was slowly swayed to the position of opening the gate. He reached over to the lever, but still seemed to be faltering with the idea of opening the gate. Ugh if he doesn't hurry and make up his mind...oh well, I tried.

Actions:
1. Use [Enticer] Title to convince the Gatekeeper

Mentions: Maverick Six

Deep in the mines, Hiroshi and Griffin were completely unaware of the pandemonioum happening above ground. As the both of them searched the rock for a warm spot, they were quite unsuccessful. As Hiroshi ran his palm against the roughened rock interior of the mines, he would soon feel a chill go through his hands all the way up his arms. Instead of finding a "hot spot" he'd unfortunately landed on a cold icy grave, as a rotter broke through the rock headfirst and latched onto his arm. It tried to pull Hiroshi into the cave wall, as the other miners panicked and searched for a weapon to attack it with.

Griffin was in distance to the scene as well, but would soon be met with the thin wings of a bug monster, who's cocoon was nested up above. It hissed and buzzed around his face very angry to have been disturbed from it's nap.

Mentions:

DarkKitsune

Maxxob · Nov 4, 2024

Hiroshi Nakamura

Titles
[Isekai], [Human], [Wanted by Nightshade Guild], Educated [Yakuza], Expert Martial Artist, [Murderer F], [Abuser F] - #b80926

DarkKitsune

Hiroshi chuckled in a low tone, a wide grin tugging on his lips upon hearing Griffin's words. The winged one had no idea how close he was from the truth, regarding where the yakuza had come from. "From the sound of it, these 'bugs' are really problematic." Scratching his chin for a moment, he continued. "Guess they must also be good for business if three countries can't handle them." Shrugging, that was a good of a reason he could come up.

The man kept running his hand against the walls of the mines, one eyebrow being raised as he didn't manage to find any warm spots so far. For a moment, he doubted Brody: did the walls really become warm when one of the thermastones were felt? Then again, the man didn't look like he had any reason to lie to them, bordering being insane or something along those lines.

In fact, as he poked and prodded, Hiroshi's hand ended up running over a spot that was incredibly cold, making a shiver run through his spine and his exposed, muscular arms getting goosebumps. "What the fuck...?!" The startled voice escaped his mouth, feeling the grasp and tugging of his arm as one of the shambling creatures burst through the icy wall. "Let's see just how hard-headed you are!" Spitting those words, while enraged, he pulled his head back, smashing his own cranium against the rotter's, not once¹, nor twice², but thrice³.

Thermastones: 1
Pickaxe
Oil lantern
Knife

1 - Head-butt one - Fighting Style D, Linked F, Blight [Blunt] F, Continuing [Bleed] F, Penetrating F - Grade D 2 Posts Cooldown
2 - Basic attack +1 combo
3 - Basic attack +1 combo

Math: Strength C (4) + Weapon D (3) + Fighting Style D (3) = 10 + 2 combos = 12 => +1 damage from Blight, +1 damage from Linked, +1 damage for 1 turn from Continuing, -1 base effectiveness to enemy item from Penetrating

Maverick Six · Nov 5, 2024

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Lolory [Umbra, Gatekeeper and Bryn]
Relevant Mentions:

Rev IX [Arkham] Lolory [Alyss, Lorissa]
Titles: Human [Mundane], Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military F, Abomination Fighter
Language Key: | "Common" | "[Terran]" |

Nifleheim

He leaned against his polearm weakly. Amidst a sea of his own thoughts and doubts, something made it inside of him. The sound and sight of the infected creatures.

I must swallow my pride.

Holding firm to his spear, he presses the thermastone against his chest to cure himself of all double. His slack grip upon his spear becomes firm. And his thought return to their former state, becoming the opposite of what they once were. Marcus stood up and watched the approaching hoard. And as Marcus squinted, he caught sight of both Arkham and Orissa. The thought was given to the ongoing conversation.

But there was no longer a shred of doubt within him. Indeed, he began to act without a single conscious thought. Only action. Marcus didn't want to directly oppose Umbra, but somehow he didn't really think sucking up would be a good way to convince the old man. Thus it was that he would approach

Clack

Clack

Clack

The clattering of Marcus' armor got louder and louder before the old man as the warrior drew nearer. With a single hand, he would reach out to him, grab his shirt and simply lift. Upon success, the old man would find himself lifted into the air as though he were a child. The fabric of his shirt would become taught. The shirt would drive up up uncomfortably into his armpits. Feet were apt to dangle off from the ground and thankfully, Marcus choose to grab his clothes rather than his neck to avoid strangling the man. [Herculean Task]

"Relevant concerns. Yet I have no interest in wallowing in my own self-pity and dying a slow death. Such a fate which seems to await this town otherwise." The kindness in Marcus' voice had evaporated, as though turning off a switch. Yet in his motions, he'd be careful not to bring harm to the man -- instead he'd carry him off and place him elsewhere. "Bryn. Open the gate. I shall fend off whatever comes."

The efficiency of his actions would determine what he did next. For if the gate opens to give way to Arkham, Alyss and the Blacksmith -- Marcus would walk to the gate.

WOOSH

A twirl of his spear caused harmless wind to blow from him as a result of an otherwise harmless and yet forceful flourish. Spinning the spear around for a brief moment was just a test to see if he'd still be able to use it after purging that disease. And then he'd wait.

"I may get sick once more. But I'll deal with that as it comes."

Actions: 3/3

1. Use Thermastone to clear Doubt.

2. Herculean Task - Super Strength F, Athletics F, Energize F - Marcus dedicates his might to a task, be it manipulating heavy objects, carrying things easily or applying pressure. Marcus can casually over 200 pounds and can carry greater weight otherwise - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown (Marcus forcefully lifts the gatekeeper with a single hand andthen places him elsewhere so that Bryn can open the gate.)

3. States he will use his ability to engage multiple opponents, to assauge concerns of the gate being overrun.

DarkKitsune · Nov 6, 2024

GRIFFIN
INTERACTIONS:

Maxxob

Construct, Bow Apprentice, Ryken Adventurer E, Buged, Republic Adventurer E, Soft Hearted

As Hiroshi chuckled he eyed him. He wouldn’t be surprised if the guy was from another world, Griffin himself was from another world most of nara no nox besides Yukan was from another world it seemed more common than the flu.

“Very problematic, rumors have spread about their origins”

He mentions. Before being distracted by the random bug he took it in a breath and picked up his bow preparing a shot at the bug. Pulling the bow back he shot it with [Wind archery[E] And shooting again with the same ability at a lower grade he then follows with a [mundane] attack.

Abilities
Wind Archer- Fighting style E- Selective F + range F +Accurate F - allows Griffin to shot regular an arrow at a selected target with precision that are within 10ft that may treat target’s speed as if it is reduced by 1 letter grade- E grade- 1 post cooldown

Wind Archer- Fighting style F- Selective F + range F +Accurate F - allows Griffin to shot regular an arrow at a selected target with precision that are within 10ft that may treat target’s speed as if it is reduced by 1 letter grade- F grade- F post cooldown

Actions:
1: shoot the bug with [Wind Archer [E] note: precision is used at D grade to prevent breaking of bow
2: shoot the bug with [Wind Archer [F] note: precision is used at D grade to prevent breaking of bow
3: attack bug with a mundane attack note: precision is used at D grade to prevent bow from breaking

Rev IX · Nov 9, 2024

Arkham Koenig

Arkham most certainly began feeling that overwhelming weakness weigh him down the more he ran towards safety. Arkham narrowed his eyes trying to focus his waning energy. His fight or flight response triggered once he saw the village gate closing and the conductor tripping. The despair flared up aggression. Fear fueling his anger. "This is what I get for trying to stick my neck. Idiot!" he growled to himself.

Without much thought, and with tunnel vision creeping in with his panic, the swordsman roughly grabbed Alyss by whatever he could grip and dragged her along if she wasn't able to regain balance quickly enough. Cursing like a sailor while at it. In an attempt to scare away the nearly crippling fear. "Don't you dare fall too, woman!" he barked at Orissa.

His breathing grew heavy. And the distance left to get to the gate became more and more distorted. Will they make it? Will he? He doubted it more and more with every passing second.

Lolory · Nov 11, 2024

UMBRA BLACKWELL | Demon } Enticer

Umbra was surprised to find that they'd go this far to open the gate, considering he'd given up the moment the gatekeeper seemed to say no to him. Marcus had lifted the man by his collar and nearly hauled him elsewhere away from his post, just so Bryn could reach the controls and stop the gates closure. The three who were trying their best to make it as fast as possible had successfully managed to make it through, just as the hoard of rotters tried to stampede their way into the village. Whatever doubt had stopped them before was gone now and they charged forward, narrowly escaping a cold fate.
"You fools! We have to retreat now, everyone inside this instant!" The old man quickly gathered himself up and roughly pushed past Umbra to announce the oncoming hoard.

While the others retreated back so he could buy them some time, three of the rotters quickly advanced upon Marcus. As the group ran for safety, Bryn led them all to the town hall building. The hoard had made its way past the village gate, and many people had shuttered there doors and windows to keep the monsters out.

The inside of the townhall wasn't empty, there were some workers there who were just about to head out when Bryn and the others stormed inside and blocked the door with whatever they could. A man in a gray fur lined over coat walked towards the group, his eyes lined with worry as he heard the ruckus outside. "Bryn? What is going on-"
"A hoard of rotters breached the gate!" Bryn explained to him quickly as she pulled a hefty chair in front of the door, while Orissa knocked a large shelf in front of it for further reinforcement.
"And these two left outside of the village for some reason..." Umbra pointedly stared at Arkham and Alyss who looked tired and forlorn, yet was clutching something in her hands. "Leaving was a bit irresponsible of you three, wasn't it? What are you going to do about that ghastly hoard outside?"
Orissa had a grim look on her face, "And worse...I think the miners are still down there too. Brody said he'd be leaving again to try and get more Thermastones earlier."
"Wait a minute, let me get this straight: You three left the village for some reason, awoke a hoard of rotters and led them back here? Why did no one close the gate!?" The man boomed angrily glaring at each of them in turn. "I knew trusting you outsiders was a bad idea. Bryn, your little scheme with the train has gone too far and it was a long shot anyways."
"We need that train, we're going to starve in this village otherwise, Elwin! We have to think of ways to get rid of the hoard soon, or else." Umbra had tuned the rest of them out as he latched onto what Elwin, the man with the furlined coat, had said. Her "scheme"...? What an odd way of phrasing it. "I can't even begin to wonder why you all left the village anyways. It seems pointless." He looked to Alyss, Arkham, and Orissa.
Alyss, who had been quiet for a while, spoke up. "I wanted to go back to get something that I know will be important for getting us all out of here..." She held up a strange looking device that was circular with gleaming gold metal, and a strange clock-like face. "This is an Aurora Dial. It's a piece of magitech that was built into the trains engine to help with potential natural weather phenomenons such as this!" Alyss explained shortly. "I wanted it because if we repair the train, it'd be enough for us to stop this whole 'Hailrend storm' thing that's plaguing the village, which would give us enough time to get out of here!"

Meanwhile, the miners were not having a great time fending off the rotters below the surface. They were completely unaware of the hoard above, and thankfully the hoard was unaware of them. For now, at least. Hiroshi's headbutt attack worked wonders as the rotter groaned and retreated back into the stone after being hit so much, meanwhile Griffin expertly took care of the bug that was bothering him. The other miners however were dealing with their own rotters that had burst through the walls. "It seems this is a tough spot where they'd dug towards the Thermastone!" Brody explained as he stabbed one grimly through the head. "If they catch you, they're going to try and pull you into the stone with them! Let's try and go back, now-"
His words died in his throat as he spotted some of the hoarde of rotters amble their way into the mining entrance, blocking their only exit. The only choice they had now was to go deeper, and push past the rotters that were already trapped within the stone confines of the cave. Brody held a lamp up high, and the miners made their way deeper and deeper into the cave system, following old minecart tracks that had long since been abandoned after years of disuse.
Unfortunately, the further they went the less stable the floor beneath them became. Unknown to the group, the cave flooring had been rotted away by the bug monsters weird hive creation, and they all fell downward into a wider, larger cavern. It wasn't a long fall, but enough to take the wind out of any large miner.

mentions:

Maverick Six

Rev IX

Maverick Six · Nov 13, 2024

Marcus Banecroft
Interaction:

Rev IX [Arkham]
Titles: Human [Mundane], Hospitaller, Eastern Empire Military F, Abomination Fighter
Language Key: | "Common" | "[Terran]" |

Nifleheim, Front Gate

オバアチャン/破壊 (Grandma Destruction)

The Gates opened. Allies approached urgently and yet so to did the horde, hot on their tale. The closer they came, the more it looked like they wre going to make it. However, the same could be said for the relentless undead -- just as Marcus had anticipated.

Breath in. Breathe out.

Wrath Stance.

A concept which bubbled in his mind, turned into action. The Spear slid in his hand -- offering more and more reach as he soon gripped it by the end. He "wound up" the spear holding over the shoulder in what even a layman could tell was going to be a wing. He spread his leg, preparing to hold his ground -- anybody who was staring at him could tell that Marcus did not yet intend to move one single inch. His eyes were locked forward and he waited.

Alyss. Lorissa. Arkham.

One by one they passed. Marcus watched each of them from the corner of his eye, with the center of his pupils locked onto the approaching horde. The gate wasn't going to close time and he saw three heading for him with more seeking entry into the place. The other were running, but Marcus was right there to meet them. As they retreated to safety, a sound like

THUME.

Marcus swung his armor-piercing spear as though it were a stick. The air distorted, and the wind seemed to accompany wherever, so Marcus swung. The rotters sought to get close, but he simply did not wish to let them. From roughly seven feet away, the walking, rotten-looking corpses would be met with a strike fit for piercing stone. The spear moved in an arc, circling around Marcus -- seeking to reduce all undead in his vicinity to gore. The Blade was Prone to cut. The Metallic shaft of the spear was prone to smash. [Dance of Wrath]

Like a vortex, Marcus swung his spear round and round -- his armor becoming like a storm. He drove his spear through what he could and simply carried the spear in a circle. Round and round -- the spear swung in an attempt to hit multiple enemies [Cleave]

Through breathing, stamina was maintained. The hoard threatened to come endlessly, yet Marcus was momentarily relentless as he simply sought to keep swinging to kill whatever undead appeared and ward against whatever was going to appear. [Cleave]

Precious as his breath was, he noticed the gate was wide open. And he yet thought to expend his breath for one precious phrase.

"SOMEONE CLOSE THE DAMNED GATE!"

His voice echoed all around him. Many had fled. But was he alone...?

Actions: 3/3

1. Dance of Wrath - Fighting Style: Monter Slayer Spear D, Energized F, Super Strength F, Cleave - Marcus swings his spear around himself with tremendous force, handling it as though it were a stick and shoving through whatever is in his way. The attack has a radius of 7.5 feet and a diameter is 15 feet.- Grade D - 2 Post Cooldown (Effectiveness = 10 Base + 2 Combo = 12 Total)

2. Cleave - As long as you wield your melee weapon with two hands, all melee attacks can hit all creatures/objects within weapon reach without use of an ability. (+1)

3. Cleave - As long as you wield your melee weapon with two hands, all melee attacks can hit all creatures/objects within weapon reach without use of an ability. (+1)

Marcus Cooldowns:
F - 0 Posts Remaining
E- 0 Posts Remaining
D - 2 Posts Remaining

Maxxob · Nov 14, 2024

Hiroshi Nakamura

Titles
[Isekai], [Human], [Wanted by Nightshade Guild], Educated [Yakuza], Expert Martial Artist, [Murderer F], [Abuser F] - #b80926

DarkKitsune

There was a sly grin on Hiroshi’s face when his headbutt crushed the rotter’s cranium, finishing off the creature. Guess some people who told him he was a really hard-headed weren’t wrong in the least. “Hah, that is what ya get, stupid corpse!” The man said in a rather humorous tone. Next he looked around, assessing how the others were doing.

It looked like the miners were managing to handle themselves against their own shamblers. “Hold on!” Closing in quickly towards one of the nearby miners, the yakuza promptly offered some help, kicking the creature’s head to help finish it off. “Nasty buggers!” Shooting a glance towards Griffin, he next said. “Are you alright, Griffin?” While not that genuinely concerned, losing people there meant a lower chance for getting out of this fucked mess.

Hiroshi’s eyes accompanied Brody’s as the man peered towards the entrance of the mine. It looked like their escape route was cut off by a horde of those creatures. ‘What a hell are those in the surface even doing?!’ That was the thought on his mind. Had they been careless and left the gate open? The only thing he was sure was that the situation had become even worse.

Without any other choice, the yakuza would also start to move in deeper into the mine, the oil lantern flickering against the surrounding walls. Suddenly, Hiroshi lost the ground, as the floor of the mine caved in. Thankfully, he had fallen on his behind. Groaning, the man got up on his feet, retrieving the oil lantern and pickaxe that had escaped his hands. “This fucking trip just gets worse and worse…” Grumbling in pure displeasure, he moved the lantern around, quickly checking on everyone.

Thermastones: 1
Pickaxe
Oil lantern
Knife

DarkKitsune · Nov 14, 2024

GRIFFIN
INTERACTIONS: