Fantasy That Time the Demon Lord Killed our Party Leader: Ic

[Dawnsx]

Nelumba

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According to experts and scientifically proven and written into the cosmic laws of the universe, it was entirely true and completely factual and 100% objective that meetings with political leaders were boring. Even more so when they were with someone like Nohea! Even Felly was better than him! At least Fel never tried to hide his prickliness!

Nel rocked back on her heels as she listened with half an ear to Nohea prattling on about this and that. She pretended that his face was a butt and giggled quietly to herself until they were dismissed.

”Maybe I’ll offer my autograph to the students!” Nel mused to herself, nevermind the fact that her handwriting still looked like chicken scrawl. Part of her charm, really!

She was about to strike out when she spotted both Eleanor and Aaxir walking out with long faces, with the latter claiming that he was going scouting.

Well, that wouldn’t do! As Champion of love, life, and kindness, it was part of Nel’s duty to make sure all her hero buddies were happy and healthy!

Nel fluttered after the two, but found them going in different directions. Thankfully, Rohen followed Eleanor toward the training grounds. So Rohen also noticed that something was off! Maybe if Rohen can successfully lift Eleanor’s mood, Nel would ask her to become a fellow Champion!

In that case, Nel’s target would be Aaxir! She looked in his direction just in time to see him taking off. With a small “eep,” she flew after him as quickly as her wings would carry her. Darn his big, flappy dragon wings!

Looking down below, she noticed the growing crowd as they approached the marketplace. And among them was Tibby! She almost didn’t recognize him without his signature helmet! But his purty blond hair and the fact that he was a head taller and twice as wide as most people around him made him easy to spot!

Nel was just about to call out to Tibby when Aaxir suddenly stopped and whipped his head around.

”Aaxie!” Nel took the chance to wave her arms in a universal “notice me!” gesture. That proved to be unnecessary though, because he was already graciously landing and waiting for her to catch up. Upon his inquiry, Nel answered honestly, ”Well, you were looking kinda glum, so I thought I’d see what’s up with you!”

Hopefully her honesty wouldn’t make Aaxir feel embarrassed and clam up! He always acted all big and buff and stronk, but Nel knew that he loved to hide his feelings under those layers of muscles! Underneath, he was a softie!

Nel clapped her hands together and fluttered up a little so that they were eye-to-eye and probably uncomfortably close to the dragon. ”Let’s walk and talk! That way you can scout, and I can figure out your woes!”

Oh! And she almost forgot about Tibby! She turned her eyes this way and that… There he was!

”Tibby!” she hollered. She waved her hands frantically again as though her dog-whistle screech wasn’t enough to catch his attention. ”You don’t mind if Tibby joins, right Aaxie? Of course you don’t! The more the merrier!”

 

[Fluff]

Kannaka

Soaring past the night, to trace the primal light.

The Isles was awash in a dim golden hue, radiant amidst the slight brume that lay upon it. The winds preceding it in their journey were intricate and headlong, joyous in their rush and crisp in the uplifting draft beneath Kannaka's wings, but by the time they reached their journey's end, it was a quiet, well-conducted current, as though not even a merry breeze could run past the scholars' doorstep without due regard for decency and decorum. The chalky white heights sloped away in the distance to horizon mists of pearl and purple, not so different from the snowy expanse they had left behind.

Left behind in flames.

The archer had spent her time equal parts in recovery and recuperation, and in sheer and utter boredom. Having taken Hou Yi's words to heart, a sincere and true miracle that even the patron god was wont to admit and admire, the girl had found strength of will forged from desperation within. But if her resolve was of the quiet and steely type, it was hard to tell - past the first day of rest, she had simply slipped out of their vessel and spent the remainder of the journey on the wing, eating and sleeping on the move at a lazy pace alongside their giant wooden steed. Ellie, was she called? She heard Tiberius sing about her once, a performance she had gleefully spectated from above. The vessel - a 'ship', they called her - was most curious, appearing to be alive and magical. Made from wood, much like an ent, she supposed. Would Tatag and Mahina have been friends with this creature? Was she sentient? She was a mighty rude steed if she was - Kannaka's friendly greetings and overtures as she flapped alongside her face had been met with a cold and windy silence. Or perhaps creatures like her were always silent? She had never seen the ocean, but her younger brother's Book of Animals had had an illustration of a big fish that looked like Ellie; although she couldn't quite recall the name of it, but she had sometimes wondered if it was good to eat. Ellie certainly could not be eaten!

Finding Khatiy sunken in a sullen silence, the girl had beat a hasty retreat and drifted along in relative silence, processing the last few days while watching the vast open ocean shimmer beneath. There was nothing to do but drift and gaze, so drift and gaze she did with all her might and main, feeling a long forgotten warmth trickle through her fingers and caress her feathers gently. As each memory overwrote the other, the four long months of dark, confined quarters were quickly replaced by the blaze of an all devouring flame. But with the wind whistling in her ears and the seabreeze blazing alongside her, the Kinnari felt freedom return to her, complacent in the hope that one day the great black dragon in her dreams will be replaced by the endless expanse of shimmering ocean in the descending dusk.

One day, Kai was spotted amidst his bouts of rest and unrest, burdened with a responsibility too heavy for many to bear. Her twisted lips always twitched involuntarily when she saw the purple haired man, as kind in his craft as he was by nature, and one of the few she felt comfortable approaching even with a face as ghoulishly disfigured as hers. Her golden bangles gently tinkled as she matched pace to watch him, unblinking in the breeze as she took in the tired creases in his forehead and his pale complexion. Without a word, one swift dip in the sea later, she boarded the ship, large live fish flopping desperately in her claws as she triumphantly brandished it. Presenting it to him like a prize (in every manner, it was, the scales were unblemished and the skin, unbroken) she flashed him a great smile. "Here, eat and be strong. I saw your wound, when Morgana struck you. I'm happy you survived: in celebration, for you, for Kai, the coffin dodger," Hmm, maybe she shouldn't have said that? "Yeah, maybe that wasn't the right term. Er, I'll, uh, I'll let you get back to it then," Turning to make her hasty exit amidst her own nervous laughter, she paused, blurting out "Well- well, if you need more, just tap on the window, okay!" The entire body of seawater wasn't enough to cool her burning embarrassment that night.

Another day she had found Rohen on the tip of the vessel, and the girl had slowed down her millionth lap around the ship to greet her. She had only heard snatches of conversation from her teammates, and had many questions about the Isles, and Rohen was particularly well travelled for a creature with no wings. As she rattled off curious doubt after curious doubt, she idly wondered if they would one day visit Zheng Fa in the same way - Hou Yi was from Zheng Fa, wasn't he? What was it like now? Fortunately, Rohen was a native of the country; not so fortunately, she didn't seem to possess quite as many answers as the raven would have liked, and even as she geared up to squabble against Hou Yi, who she was certain would spring up any time now with a weary sigh and a lecture about the kids of today, there was nothing of the sort. Over time, she had grown used to the gods' quiet, contemplative nature, and she wondered if it was the same for the others.

Yet another day, she had caught glimpse of Carmen through a window; their benefactor and their link to the Isles. A most gifted mage, if his friendship with Fel was to say anything, and a man whose sunny disposition reminded her of her healer companion. Perhaps amends could yet be made. When trying to make friends, never show up empty handed, so Kannaka took to carefully sorting through her meagre collection of prized possessions, picking out the best of the lot to be enjoyed with her new acquaintance. Kinnari had no concept of ownership; just as Nature's abundance could not be owned, just as the wind beneath their wings and the soil beneath their claws belonged to none, so too did the fruit in their bellies and the water between their lips. So it was not a transfer of goods, or a transaction, but to simply share what made them happy, and Kannaka was very happy indeed with the choice items she clutched in her hands. And the fish didn't seem like a big hit with Kai, so maybe this surface dwelling squid she snatched up would do? Better get two just to be safe. Nutrition was very important when on the move. The little metallic items tinkled and twinkled in the dappled sunlight, gentle clinks heralding Kannaka's slow, methodical approach towards Carmens quarters, trying to figure out how to best invite herself in. Landing precariously on his windowsill with one foot (squid clutched in other claw) she happily flung her collection of odds and ends for them to scatter and beautify his nest - several coins, bottlecaps, hairpins, small silver beads, some very expensive looking gemstones, bits of glossy paper and sparkly confetti, and one very large multicoloured conchshell went rolling across the floor, finding new corners to twinkle gleefully in.

"Hello, Carmen," Kannaka began, more demurely than her greeting to Kai, claw extended to display her metaphorical olive branch literal squid snack, "I'm Kannaka. Will you teach me magic?"

-x-

From several miles off port shore, the milling crowd visibly thronged to the piers in the early hours of the day; overhead them the institutions stretched like one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Between their peaks, the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunrise sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle. Aflush from the brisk days-long flight, Kannaka's eyes sparkled with just a little more light than those that gazed back at Hofn for the last time, reflecting the shifting hues from the water in shades of crocus and rose and ethereal green. Her hair fluttered in the wind as she slowed, placing the ship between her and the multitudes as though attempting to delay the arrival. She had not been sleeping well, and stubbornly refused to be alone with her own thoughts the whole time, and something about once again being heralded as a hero and greeting the masses made something quail within.

As though Arlux herself was guiding the girl by hand to make friends one by one, Kannaka espied Fel atop the ship and its odd stormy core that propelled her. He held some things in his hand - shiny things! But as though he read her mind, he quickly pocketed them and made a smooth descent to the dock below - people who weren't Kinnari tended to be very protective over the items they had, and though they did not share as easily as she did, neither did they often take as easily. The wind rustled silkily around her, as though reminding her of the task at hand, and suddenly she was joined in the air by a very familiar set of wings. Escha! The great griffon under Han Xiangzi's command was what Kannaka would consider a friend, but even greater was the revelation that if Escha was nearby-- there!

With a tinkle of her hairpin and the lilting notes of the flute in her hand, Kannaka's acute gaze instantly drew to Mei. Her heart swelled in joy and warmth as she took in the girls' perfect hands and delicate face - time had been kind to Mei in their absence and she was practically glowing! Unconsciously drawing her clothes tighter to herself, the raven hurried closer, calling out to her friend as she descended, keeping the crowd at bay with her enormous sweeping wings upon landing. Enthyskana had beat her to greeting their old friend, and Kannaka graciously waited her turn, tail feathers gleefully trembling. Within the little alcove ensconced betwixt her wings flooded a wave of cheery sunshine at the tearful reunion, a promise of delightful possibilities in the pleasant days to come, a brief respite from the howling wilderness that the world had recently seemed. For that moment, the young girl allowed herself to lapse into a reverie of the good old days of cheer and laughter, amongst friends and Arlux by her side. A past that felt so long ago it seemed to precede a lifetime - a lifetime that she did not live yet, she had to remind herself, as she turned to the messenger who ferried the summon request to the Chief of The Isles.

 

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AAXIR THE RED

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"Aaxir," he said, correcting Nel's trademarked name for him. Although her penchant for changing everyone's name genuinely annoyed Aaxir when they first met, this exchange of her being wrong, and Aaxir correcting it had somehow developed as a trademarked greeting or game between the two. Now, it was nothing more than a slight inconvenience. Nel, undoubtably, was a master of perseverance after all so Aaxir new that this was a battle he would never really win. Nevertheless, his stoic facade was easily broken for a few moments when she announced she was actually here because of him. Of all the things he could have imagined her reasons to be, this was buried at the bottom of the list. "Me," Aaxir said raising an eyebrow, quickly trying to regain his composure. Aaxir turned to hide his snickering. There were two paths of possibility. Either Nel's emotional intelligence was insanely high, or Aaxir was terrible at disguising his internal conflict and others were going to bombard him questions about his well being. The latter would be the worst case scenario. After her suggestion to walk, Aaxir sighed and suantered along, he was her target and he knew very well there would be no shaking the champion of love, kindness, and bloodshed.

"I must still be tired from the battle. I'm fine," Aaxir said flatly without making eye contact. Trying to take away the sharpness of his final statement. Little did he know things would get worse as Nel was calling out to another, Tibby, formerly known as Tiberius. Aaxir couldn't help but let out an audible growl that was meant to be yet another sigh. A wash of deja vu fell over him as this outing of solitude was starting to feel like the previous one in Jorvik. He could only pray this did not end with a group bath surrounding by a group of animals. Yep...without a doubt that was Tiberius. He stuck out like a sore thumb, easily tripling the mass of the citizens around him. There was something a bit unsettling seeing someone leagues away from normal doing to mundane. More unsettling, was the fact that he was without his helmet for once, if he hadn't known any better Tiberius died and a different head was surgically attached to his body. His helmet was practically an artifact of the gods at this point.

Given Aaxir's current state of mind, the wise gladiator was one of the last people he wanted to see. If Nel was being this intrusive, he could only imagine how prying the wise gladiator could be. "Jeez, sure he can come along, thanks for asking," Aaxir said sarcastically as he paced after Nel, widining his steps just a bit to keep up with her. Maybe it wouldn't be all bad. At the very least he could be more useful on the actual matter at hand. This would also be a good time to change subjects. "Blondie, me and Nel are going on an adventure because we don't trust the chief. She wants you to come with us." Aaxir said casually pointing his thumb toward his cheerful companion.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

Even with the crowd's wide mass and wriggling, fluid-motion, Tiberius seemed to dwarf those around him. Immovable, vast, like a sea stack made of marble withered, weathered, and humbled by the lashes of the ocean's pitiless whips. A faint glow emanated from the casual smile that split scarified features down the middle. His eyes were subdued, reflecting back the soft rays of the sun that permeated around the chalky domes of the Isles buildings and their crevasse-like alleyways. The platinum-woven locks, that hung down about his broad chest, now joined the soft wind in a flowing dance. Despite the ocean of people, Tiberius did not mind, forging himself a path through the panoply of bodies down the street ahead — twisting, turning, and coiling like a golden aurora, guided through the crowd by instinct and training. He saw the forms of Aaxir and Nel approaching, but feigned ignorance of their arrival, instead deciding to engage Qin with idle chatter.

He could not fathom nor imagine the reasons these two traveled together, such an unlikely duo, like saccharine oil upon boiling water. Rather, Aaxir's reasoning for travelling with her, Tiberius could guess at the fae's demented mindset; she saw Aaxir alone and deigned, out of immense boredom and childlike curiousity, to hitch herself to the red dragon's journey as though she were a carrion fly, instead of fae.

"And so, she said the mortals were under your immaculate diligence."
"Really? You'd figure a Deity would do better by worshipers."
"Done well — Oh, it seems our chat will continue later, my dear gladiator. Toodeloo,"

Her voice grows still, but presence ever warp and weft throughout his very essence. Through all corners and cracks and ridges of his mind. He had almost forgotten how intoxicating the sting was to himself. For a moment, he is distracted. The next, Nel's banshee holler like a death knell snatched his attention back to the ground. Her arms waving in controlled madness. Eyes fix themselves on the duo, reaching a stop within two paces, Tiberius smile widened slightly, his teeth gleamed beneath thin lips. Judging by the perturbed mien of the Red Dragon, Tiberius could sense emotions and reason warring for dominance within him, that or the pink sparkling was grating his nerves something fierce. Either option seemed equally valid.

When asked, Tiberius inclined his shoulder, head shifting to gaze questioningly at the pile of plant-matter acquired. Kai was with Kaida at the moment, and instead of immediately pestering the healer with demands to administer freshly-brewed medication, Tiberius thought it best to let him rest for an hour or more. He can still fashion an elixir later. "Well, then..." He stepped to their left, arm raised almost inviting them to lead. "You're the guides now." Tiberius replied, bass voice strangely melodious and relaxed, bereft of the usual coldness that dangled about his vocal chords.

"Nel, you want a shoulder-ride? Has to be tiring fluttering all over the place all the time."

"So what destination did you have in mind?" Tiberius asked, knowing Aaxir likely held the answer.



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[Zariel]

I.​

In spite of the distant clamour that echoed through the streets outside, disturbing the delicate serenity of the library, Azaera paid no heed to the cacophony, remaining undeterred in her work. She found a secluded table tucked away in a corner, illuminated by the soft glow of an overhead lamp. The leather-bound book she had been studying lay open before her, its pages filled with intricate illustrations and prolix text detailing the secrets of enchanted relics. Azaera was a proud and fierce dragon, not an erudite scholar. The endless pages of knowledge inscribed upon these sheets of aged parchment were complex and made little sense to her, but she was still determined to find a mere trace that might help her find what she was looking for.

"I don't understand any of this..." she mumbled in frustration, combing her locks with claw-like nails.

While still deeply immersed in her research, she was startled by an oddly familiar voice that cut through the silence like a blade through mist. Azaera's gaze lifted from the pages before her, and there, approaching her table, was an intimidating figure.

She sat upright in her seat, alarmed, as she recognized the towering man with a single sanguine eye, the other side of his face marred by a large scar. A cordial smile graced his visage, belying his dangerous aura. Without hesitation, he took a seat opposite her, his presence commanding her attention.

It was Chrome, one of the heroes she had fought alongside several years ago. Memories flooded Azaera's mind as she recalled their past encounters, the battles fought side by side against the forces of darkness. Yet, even in those moments of camaraderie, there had always been an air of mystery surrounding Chrome.

"Chrome?... What are you doing here?" the dragon hesitantly replied as he greeted her.

Azaera couldn't shake the rumours that had circulated about him—that he was a descendant of the most evil progenitor to ever walk the earth, the dreaded Crimson King himself. The whispers of his lineage had stirred fear and mistrust among those who knew of his true nature.

In the past, Azaera had been tormented by the followers of the Crimson King, their dark machinations had left their scars. The memories of her past trauma lingered like shadows in the recesses of her mind, casting uncertainty upon her interactions with Chrome.

Yet, as she looked into his single crimson eye, Azaera couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship. Both she and Chrome were outcasts, mistrusted and feared for their lineage—him as a vampire, and her as a dragon. At that moment, she realized that perhaps they weren't so different after all.

As the realization dawned upon her, Azaera found herself torn between caution and curiosity. Was it worth giving the vampire the benefit of the doubt? Could she trust him, despite the whispers of his dark heritage?

Then, a voice echoed in her mind—a voice from her past, gentle yet firm. It was Aliza, her mentor and confidante, whose wisdom had guided her through countless trials and tribulations. In her mind's eye, Azaera could see Aliza's serene expression, urging her to embrace the light of trust in the face of darkness.

With a newfound resolve, Azaera extended a hand towards Chrome, offering him an olive branch of friendship. For in the twisted dance of fate and destiny, sometimes the most unlikely alliances held the key to unlocking the secrets of the past and forging a brighter future.

There was another brief period of silence between the two before Chrome spoke up apologetically, expressing how he was delighted to see her after all this time.

Azaera blinked, caught off guard by his sudden sincerity.

"Hmm?... You're happy... to see me?... Chrome, I..." her amber optics widened with surprise, "Likewise. I'm also happy to see you," she uttered a white lie, switching to a more chipper tone as she placed one hand gently on her chest. In truth, when Azaera first saw Chrome, she had been cautious, but it quickly became apparent that he was far friendlier than he seemed, and she unexpectedly found solace in his company.

Once again, they turned to their books. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed as they lost themselves in the pages.

A while later, Azaera, feeling a twinge of curiosity, sought to break the silence that enveloped them. Clearing her throat softly, she turned to Chrome, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Chrome, what is it that you're-" she was about to inquire, her voice barely above a whisper. But before she could finish asking, the tranquil atmosphere of the library was shattered by the sudden arrival of a messenger. The young man, his breathless demeanour betraying the urgency of his message, approached them with haste.

"Heroes, you are required at the royal quarters. The Chief requests your presence immediately."

The Chief? Azaera exchanged a glance with Chrome. "I'm sorry, it looks like we're needed. We'll have to pick this up at a later date."

II.
​

Azaera arrived at the Isle's royal quarters, a magnificent structure nestled proudly against the backdrop of the azure sea. Many of the other heroes from across the realm had already gathered here.

Similar to Azaera, a few of them had already been on the Isles for quite some time, while others had only recently arrived. But their arrival provided a reasonable explanation for the commotion from earlier.

Before she could dwell on it further, the chief of the Isles emerged. With a solemn expression, he addressed the assembly, his voice resonating with an incongruous lack of enthusiasm.

Azaera listened intently as the chief summarised the recent events and the Isle's current predicament. The she-dragon shot a concerned glance across at a few of the heroes as Chief Nohea mentioned their escapades in Jorvik and Olrodia.

But before they could embark on their next quest, the chief offered them respite, a chance to rest and recuperate following their recent battles. It was a welcome reprieve, a fleeting moment of calm before what was to come.

After the chief dismissed them, Azaera's gaze drifted across the assembled heroes, her eyes scanning the faces for one in particular. From the moment she had set foot in the hallowed halls, she had been searching for her when she realised the others would be there.

And then, she saw her—Enthy, the white dragon. Her white hair fell like snowflakes around her shoulders and mismatched eyes—one a fiery ruby, the other a verdant emerald—Enthy stood out like a rare gem amidst a sea of ordinary stones.

Without hesitation, Azaera moved forward, her heart leaping with joy at the sight of her dear ilk. With a surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her, she closed the distance between them, her steps quickening as she crossed the expanse of the hall.

"Enthy!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with warmth and affection. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Azaera was overjoyed to see the younger dragon once more, whom she viewed as a little sister.

Yet, even during this sweet reunion, Azaera couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Enthy's safety. She heard of the dangers the latter faced in Jorvik, and there were many more battles that had yet to come. And as fiercely protective as ever, she couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her dear friend.

"Enthy," she began, her voice tinged with worry. "What is this I've been hearing about a battle in Jorvik? Are you still hurt?" Azaera briefly scanned Enthyskana for signs of injury. "The chief named the one responsible Morgana... Tell me, where is she now?... Aliza warned me not to lay a hand on anyone outside of the Monastery... But in this instance, I can make an exception." Azaera then threatened with a low growl at the mention of one of Tiryan's Hands, her voice laced with hostile undertones.

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"I thought I made myself abundantly clear, Azaera. I told you not to fraternise with that one! She is the unlucky pawn of that impotent brute, Veritas," Inanna reprimanded.

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AZAERA​

 

[Beann]

Suzuki Kaida

Before Kaida and Tiberius were able to find Kai a suitable place to rest, everyone was gathered to meet with the Chief of the Isles, Nohea Keli’i. The meeting itself was rather quick and perhaps a bit pointless. Other than those that greeted them cheerfully at the docks, there was no welcome ceremony orchestrated by the Chief. Kaida was quick to pick up on his disinterest, her eyes narrowing slightly as she listened to him along with the rest of the heroes. The formalities that come with leadership must be exhausting but a little more effort would have gone a long way, after everything they've been through.

‘Do not fret, child. I recognize your efforts.’

The kitsune’s ear twitched slightly as the voice of her deity seeped into her mind. It was unusual to hear from her, always so quiet, always watching. Perhaps her goddess had finally grown a soft spot? Even so, the tone was indifferent.

‘Arigato, Kami-sama.’ At the very least, Kaida wanted to make it known that her input was always welcome — good input for that matter.

After the brief exchange of pleasantries between the heroes and the Chief, Kaida was quick to ask about their living accomodations. She hadn't forgotten about her dear friend, Kai, wanting to ensure he would get the much needed rest he so desired. Kaida offered Tiberius a short nod upon receiving his instructions, a few of her tails instinctively reaching out for the gladiator as she watched him exit the royal office. Turning back to Kai, she smiled, “don't pass out on me now that our muscle went to run errands for you.”

The kitsune didn't bother to spare another glance at the Chief as she guided Kai out the room. After a brief escort to their own rooms, Kaida took it upon herself to decide which room their healer would be resting in — the first one she came across, of course. Opening the door, she nearly dragged him in before helping him to the bed. “Shall I tuck you in and tell a story?~” Kaida grinned playfully, sitting at the side of the bed once Kai was settled in. “It's nice to be reunited with our other friends. We will have to have a feast together to catch up.” She extended her hand out towards Kai, materializing half a loaf of bread in her palm for him to take. “For now though, your company will suffice.” A slight jest.

Bloody_Death

 

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Nelumba

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”Y’know, Tibby, you shouldn’t just go around offering ladies piggyback rides! Especially when they’re wearing dresses!” Nel exclaimed, hands on her hips. "But lucky for you, I’m wearing leggings! FUUUUSION!”

Without further ado, Nel leapt into the air and slotted herself on Tibby’s shoulders with all the grace of a globule of strawberry ice cream splattering on a brick wall. She straightened herself and grinned down at Aaxir, now dwarfed by her and Tibby’s combined height.

”Feel free to bask in my tallness, Aaxie!” Nel lifted her head proudly, giving Aaxir a good, full view of her nostrils. ”Aaaanyway, Nohea mentioned some sick people, didn’t he? If we can deal with ‘em, then Nohea will have more time to help us, right?”

Once the hunky duo were convinced to look for the ill and they were on their way, Nel took the opportunity to get her fingers in Tibby’s luscious locks. She took some spare ribbons out of her pocket and started pulling his hair into two high buns, reminiscent of her own signature hair buns. With her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth, she carefully secured the pastel pink ribbons into pretty little bows in his hair.

”There we go! Now we match!” Nel flicked the buns with her fingers and giggled as they jiggled atop Tibby’s head. Then, casually, she leaned toward Aaxir and asked, ”By the way, I noticed Eleanor was also looking kinda glum! Any idea what’s going on? Something spreading in the air? You caught the glumness from her? Hmm?”

 

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AAXIR THE RED

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The palm of Aaxir's hand became the only comfoting thing for his face as he shook his head. He was beginning to think that losing the ability to take a hint was a prerequisite for becoming a hero. "You're awfully easy going," Aaxir said to Blondie with a grumble. Seriously, he must have been out here for some reason, or another. Did his own errands mean that little, or was he as flippant as an unruly sea? Tiberius was a strange one, and it certainly wasn't Aaxir's job to pry, or figure him out. He was like a cold sun, shining brightly to all while harboring his frost within. But with a mental shrug of the shoulders Aaxir prepared to lead them away because unlike, EVERYONE HERE, he could take a hint. But before they could be on their way, what should have been a routine and innocent shoulder ride transformed into a magical girl x mecha x spartan transformation.

"Fusion," Aaxir asked with a raised eyebrow, but it was at that moment Aaxir quickly remembered that no task was every mundane with Nel. That air of superiority, that downward gaze...it was almost as if she was imitating the red dragon himself. Not even Huang San would be able to conquer this mountain.

”Feel free to bask in my tallness, Aaxie!”

............................Silence and an awkward breeze......................​

"HUHHH? Nel, I'm a dragon. I'm bigger than a house," Aaxir said with a short snort of green flames, completely unable to control his eye twitching. However the longer he looked at the Tiberius and Nel mecha, the more Aaxir's stoicism failed him. Nel's arrogant smirk, Tiberius ridiculous chiseled body accessorized with a Nel styled bun and pink ribbons, and a snotty nose in need of a trim all encompassed by the fact that he was arguing with whatever this thing was over something as superficial as perceived size was a combination not even Tiryan would be able to withstand. Aaxir's eye stopped twitching, and then the corner of his lips turned before he broke out into a rare fit of genuine laughter few have seen even after all this time. The smallest droplets of tears threatened to form in his eyes as he tried to regain control himself. "Alright Nelberius, you win this round. Tiryan better thank the gods you're not that tall, it would make this an unfair fight," Aaxir said with an arrogant smirk; his best attempt at humor. "And Blondie, you're way too relaxed," Aaxir said, pointing toward his braided buns. "Come on, it's this way."

The unlikely trio began to move toward a shelter Aaxir spotted while he was in the air. Before they could officially be on their way, Nel had one more surprise for him.

By the way, I noticed Eleanor was also looking kinda glum! Any idea what’s going on? Something spreading in the air? You caught the glumness from her? Hmm?”
Aaxir's smile had completely faded by now, but he was exhausted. After already being defeated by Nel's special attack he was no longer in the mood to employ his healthy dose of denial. "Yeah...it's my fault, but it's better this way. I don't want to hurt her...." Was that it? He didn't want to hurt Eleanor? The path he was going, he wouldn't be able to take her with him. It was even more than facing off against Tiriyan. Eleanor deserved someone better, someone without his prejudice. Someone who wasn't afraid. Someone that would make her their priority. It certainly wasn't him.

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The trio arrived at the facility, looking as out of place as ever. If these were the medics that would save the children then they were really in a bad spot. All around them were sick children and even adults accompanied by poorly equipped caretakers. If Aaxir didn't know any better they were just being rounded up in one spot to be 'taken care of'. "I'm not surprised the severity exceeds the words of the chief. There are likely more pockets like this around the city."

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

A dry, low laugh rang out from Tiberius' core, hearing Nel's comedic scold. The gladiator bent his knees slightly, letting the fae more easy access to his shoulders. An aftershock of pink whipped Tiberius' stolid stature coiling around him like a pink laurel. His laughter died into the warm embrace of a soft smile, different than the wide-grin frequently adorning Nel's youthful, gleaming features. The weight, and discomfort of a twitching body, fell on Tiberius' shoulders then gone — It was no surprise how light the fae really is, but he barely felt her bearing on him. The gladiator shifted slightly, stretching his arm and back muscles as Nel came to fully rest, bobbing up like a boat out at sea. A hand went up to grab her ankle, firmly. Despite this, his eyes hadn't left Aaxir, even as the dragon put his head in his palm. Tiberius didn't wonder what went through Aaxir's head, feeling the sense of irritation emanate from the red dragon as though he were a brazier in the cold night. It was a puzzle he admits. Aaxir was as varied as mosaic glass; each shade a different avenue to his soul, from the arrogant, rigid air to the craggy shell, and to the mysterious gentleness he smothers in crimson, silken folds.

Now he looked up, seeing the amalgamation between gladiator and fae. His expression confused at first, then Tiberius spotted a flicker of realisation seemingly crossing Aaxir's face as he looked at the duo properly. A breeze sighs, carrying the awkwardness between them. Aaxir denied, stubbornly retorting to Nel's commentary without noticing how absurd it sounded. The corner of his eye spasmed, one, two, three twitches, before the street they were on resounded with genuinely joyful fits of laughter. The gladiator himself joined with his own bout of mirth.

His other palm obscured his scarred face, choking out another instance of laughter. He couldn't stifle the chuckle from pressing into his hand. "Nelberius," Tiberius repeated, the unholy creation a fresh image on his mind. His hand fell to his side, beginning to walk after Aaxir. "Whatever you say, Gingie." He allowed.

Then a wayward observation seemed to murder whatever amount of joy Aaxir felt. His smile had faded, a pale spectre hung over his head, and Tiberius didn't need intimation to evince the turmoil's dreaded reunion with Aaxir's heart. He inclined his head slightly. Tiberius' face bore a chill now, a hardness like ice, but his dull azure eyes softened in understanding. No denial in Aaxir's voice told the soundless severity of the troubles.

"I've no idea what transpired between you and Eleanor, nor do I wish to pry..." He began, voice even-leveled. "I sensed you think I do. The matter to settle, whatever it may be," He could guess, but not without sullying their privacy. "Is between you. Rest, exercise, then talk again. But do talk." Tiberius offered, however, fully knowledgeable that matters such as these were seldom solved so swiftly or simply or cleanly. Knowing that his words bring no comfort, nor condemnation.

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They arrived at the facility, eyesores one and all. Tiberius turned slightly, observing the sick adults and children. Their flesh sagging and discoloured, eyes milky and pale, the skins of the adults were that of parchment, dry and pockmarked by exacerbated age marks. Their lungs hacked, heaved, and howled. The gladiator had never seen such disease before, even considering his marginal knowledge of medicine. His head shifted, turning his dim blue eyes to Aaxir. "Not just pockets, I reckon. If the disease is transmissible as the Chief said, these are only the first ones to break out in symptoms." Tiberius suspected, snatching Nel by the waist and doffing her from his shoulders gently. "A few are feverish as well." Tiberius pointed out, gesturing with his eyes. "The attendants should have more answers." The thought of Kai resting now relieved the gladiator's conscious, his profession and kindheartedness wonts to often assist, at the cost of his health as evident by these past few days.



Interactions: LazyDaze (Aaxir), and Dawnsx (Nel)
Mentions: Bloody_Death (Kai)

 

[Midrick]

Arrian Dreagher

Arrian could feel himself grin at the sight of Mei's smiling features, it seemed that her joy was infectious, the small girl from Zheng Fa suddenly locked Enthy in a tight embrace before tears began to flow, never the best at dealing with emotions Arrian simply held his tongue and allowed Enthy to comfort Mei. After a few heartbeats had passed, during the heartfelt moment Arrian saw the ruby and citrine pools of Enthy's eyes rise to meet his as she queried his opnion of their friends appearance despite her emotional state. "Don't exactly think im qualified to answer that Enthy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all..." he said with a chuckle as he noticed a small but not impercetible motion in her upper body, panic set in as he realized she was attempting to reach toward and embrace him along with Mei. A shock of electric blue in his periphery drew his attention for a split second to the sight of Cu Chulainn a few paces behind the group with two thumbs up and mouthing the words do it. Despite the extreme anxiety he felt, he didn't want to seem as cold and callous as many made him out to be, taking a deep breath Arrian stepped forward and encircled both Mei and Enthy with his arms, muscles stiffening and contracting as he used his strength and height he held over his two frineds to squeeze them close and lift both off the ground a few inches in a bear hug.

"No more crying, been enough of that lately. Time for a little bit of fun, Yeah?" he said with a toothy grin as he set the two smaller women down before releasing them and placing his hands on hips, shooting Cu Chulainn a heavily lidded dose of side-eye as Cu held up an OK sign with his hands before the god disappeared again before any would become aware of his physical manifestation. His expression fell to one of mild annoyance at Enthy's mention of his patron giving him a hard time. "That blackguard is lucky he can become incorporeal at will, be glad you don't have to deal with his shenanigans..." Arrian sighed as he shook his head like an older sibling too used to dealing with the antics of the younger sibling. Arrian turned to Mei, preparing to inquire as to what she had done to stay occupied in the past 4 months when a messenger with summons from the Chief of the Isles arrived.

Acquiescing along with the rest of their ragtag group, Arrian was altogether unimpressed with Nohea, the director's almost lackadaisical nonchalance was oddly grating. Especially with the rumors of disease spreading throughout the isles. Something didn't feel right, but Arrian would chalk it up to the acute sense of paranoia he had developed over 4 months of non stop fighting. After their meeting had adjourned, many of the group split up into groups of three or four, some like Eleanor and Rohen taking to some light training while Aaxir, Tiberius, and Nel (He mentally shivered thinking about that imp masquerading as fae) took to sight seeing. Plopping down on the alabaster steps of the court yard and sunning himself, Arrian noticed a few of his compatriots were unoccupied, and with their apparent downtime before their journey to the well of origin began.

An idea struck him as he reclined and he suddenly shot up to his feet. Despite his last visit to the Isles being brief, Arrian still had a rough idea of the hotspots and festhalls that were in vogue, he also needed that engineer to fix his crossbow but that could be settled on the way. "Hey! anyone feel like taking a little tour of the Isles with yours truly? even though this place puts on the act of being all proper I still know of a dive or two where we can have some real fun. Fel? Kannaka? Mei? Enthy? Any of you game?" he
asked as he looked left to right at the aforementioned individuals, eager to see if any would join him in his wayfaring to the not-so prim and proper side of the isles.

Mentions: Nano Dovinique Fluff OldTurtle

(Anyone who isn't currently doing anything is also welcome to join)

 

[Dawnsx]

Nelumba

Interactions: LazyDaze Worthlessplebian

Mentions: Nessi

A long, long time ago, somewhere in the Ancient Forest, there lived an adorable little girl! One of the cutest in the world! She thought she was a princess, and she sure acted like one! And not the good kind! She wanted everything for herself, and it was always her way or the highway! No one in the forest really liked her. Thankfully, her older sister loved her to bits and always gave her everything she wanted! The little girl loved her back, but she still always had a stinky attitude toward her sister!

And then her sister died. Deceased. Became a star in the sky.

The little girl missed her everyday, and she wished that she wasn’t such a bratty jerk back then to her sister. That way, she would have had much more good memories to look back on.

That was when Nel realized that it was much better to be nice! Sure, sometimes she still had disagreements with people! She and Arlux disagreed all the time about her Champion duties! But they were always honest with each other, and they always compromised and talked things out!

Life was too short for people to be grumpy or upset at each other all the time!

Nel nodded sagely at Tibby’s advice for Aaxir, and she added her own two cents, ”You’ve got a looong life ahead of you, Aaxie. You should make up with Eleanor and make some good memories with her before she expires.”

♡♡♡

As the trio entered the facility, Nel covered her mouth with a dismayed gasp. Everyone here looked awful! Like they were on the brink of death! There were adults here, but also many children who were all by themselves! They sounded like they were hacking up a lung!

Being sick all alone was an awful feeling! She remembered getting sick all by her lonesome back in Bhārata. All she wanted was for someone to be with her! She certainly hoped that there was still a way for these patients to get better!

But it would be okay if they couldn’t get better! If it came to that, then Nel would help them!

 

[Dovinique]

Dong Mei

Interactions: Midrick (Arrian) Nano (Enthy) Fluff (Kannaka)

Mentions: Some heroes and exclusive mention to Fel

As Enthy's arms enveloped Mei in a warm embrace, it felt as though she had been granted permission for her tears to flow freely. Her shoulders heaved with each sob, her whole being immersed in the release of pent-up emotions.

Then Enthy made a comment about her face being pretty when crying which made Mei shook her head in response, her head still buried in Enthy’s shoulder, "Nooooo... I looked like an overripe peach..." her voice muffled as she countered.

Just as Mei began to gather herself from Enthy's embrace, a sudden, tight grip enveloped them both. Arrian, with his arms encircling them, lifted them slightly off the ground in a bear hug. Caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, Mei couldn't suppress a delighted squeal, "Yippie!" and due to that moment, all the sorrow and heaviness that had weighed on her heart dissipated completely.

After Arrian gently set them down, Mei tapped Enthy's shoulder, realizing she had soaked her clothes with her tears. She then hurriedly reached into the front pocket of her leather satchel and pulled out a silk handkerchief. With swift movements, she wiped away her tears and blew her nose before tucking it back into her satchel. Taking a deep breath, Mei felt the weight lift from her heart, allowing her to once again take in her surroundings with a lighter spirit.

She scanned the area, trying to identify her friends once more from afar. She spotted Kaida… Kai, lad really needed a year-long break… Rohen… Oh there was Ragna too... Nel… and then her gaze stopped at a figure—the elven man who rarely smiled, his cold, icy eyes peering through gold-rimmed glasses while his messy black hair added a rugged charm to his otherwise flawless face, at least in Mei's eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat as she delusionally thought her eyes met Fel's. A blush crept up her cheeks, and she hurriedly smoothed her messy bangs and fanned her face, trying to reduce the puffiness. Before she could locate Fel again, another figure caught her eye, and her lips stretched into a wide smile. Kannaka...

As Mei prepared to approach Kannaka, a sudden realization struck her. She began to rummage through her satchel, her fingers searching for something specific. Finally, she felt something soft and warm nestled within. With a gentle tug, Mei pulled out a pao wrapped in wax paper.

Every day since the news of her friends' impending return to The Isles had arrived, Mei had been diligently making these paos to welcome them home. If they didn't return that day, she would either eat the paos herself or, if feeling generous, distribute them to others. This routine continued, day after day, until the long-awaited moment when her friends finally returned.

The pao was a little bit squished, its once-perfect round shape slightly altered from her earlier struggle through the crowd. She presented it to Enthy with a gentle smile, a soft dimple appearing on her right cheek, "Here you go! It's chicken pao, no veggies," she cheerfully announced.

Once Enthy accepted the pao, Mei turned her attention to Arrian, a hint of guilt flickering across her face. She scratched her cheek nervously. "Sorry, Arrian... I didn't bring any for you," she admitted sheepishly. But then, as if a light bulb came to her mind, her face lit up. "BUT! I've got candies!" she exclaimed, digging back into her satchel to retrieve the crumpled candy, which she handed to Arrian with a proud smile, as though she had just cracked a major case.

Just then, a messenger arrived, summoning all the heroes. Mei quickly bid farewell to Enthy and Arrian before darting off toward Kannaka. Her steps were swift, almost like the wind, as she zoomed her way to Kannaka. With her arms outstretched, Mei called out before even reaching her friend, "KANNIIIII!!" She then leaped into a tight embrace with the raven girl. After her tearful reunion with Enthy, Mei was determined to make this meeting a joyful one.

Despite the challenge posed by Kannaka's wings, Mei didn't hesitate to embrace her friend warmly. "Welcome back..." she whispered, her voice filled with genuine happiness.

With her heart overflowing with joy at the reunion of her closest friends, Mei reluctantly released Kannaka from the hug and swiftly retrieved another pao from her satchel. Aware of the limited time they had before joining the rest of the heroes at the chief's place, Mei wasted no time in presenting the pao to Kannaka.

"I made pao for you, Kanni!" Mei exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride and affection. Though not perfectly round, the pao was undoubtedly crafted with love and care. Urging Kannaka to go ahead, Mei insisted, "Please, you go first. I just need a moment to tidy up my satchel."

As Kannaka turned away, Mei's gaze lingered on the last pao in her satchel. It was intended for... Fel. Her eyes looked around the area, but he was nowhere to be found. Even if he were there, Mei doubted she'd have the courage to give it to him. No one knew about her crush on the not-so-likable-elf, Enthy and Kannaka might even disapprove. Yet Mei couldn't pinpoint when her curiosity about him had blossomed into something that made her heart skip a beat everytime she saw him.

With a sigh, Mei withdrew the pao and examined its lopsided shape. Should she give it to him? Before she could decide, a soft growl came from her stomach. "Well, I guess I'll need to feed myself first!" she exclaimed, munching on the pao as she hurried to catch up with Kannaka.

 

[Nessi]

Journey to the well

A few days after the heroes arrived, things would take a turn for the worse at the academy. The disease had taken a turn for the worse, with people left and right getting sick. The Academies resident had been temporarily put on a strict curfew.

Despite the current situation, that did not stop preparations to be made for an excursion to the well. Supplies were brought in from the capital to assist with the incursion, and a group made up of some of the strongest, and brightest minds the academy could offer were gathered.

Once all the necessary preparations were made, our group of heroes assembled themselves to embark on yet another journey, but not without having a plan.
“I know we’ve done this before, but I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.” Yi Nuo explained. The old elf was visibly tired, but still, she carried on as the leader of the band of heroes. “We will embark when the moon is at its highest, and will use Carman’s ship to get us to the well as quickly as possible. During the journey, we must be as quiet as possible, nor will we be using any lights above deck, lest we wake up any monsters lurking around.” Yi Nuo explained. “Once we arrive, we’ll follow the Chief’s lead, claim some relics, and then leave. Quick and quiet, just a walk in the park.” she ended.

With all the heroes briefed on the situation, they all loaded back unto Carmen's mystical ship, and the young mage used his symphony magic to lift the ship out of the water, however his music was no louder than a whisper compared to how it was back in Jorvik.

Now, all the heroes had to do was sit quietly and wait, enjoying the view of the night sky.

 

[Dovinique]

Dong Mei

Interactions: None, but free

Mentions: Anyone who wanted to have a candy

Chicken pao… pork noodles… tofu and seafood soup… grilled fish… pork noodles… apple pie…

Mei's eyelashes fluttered delicately, resembling the graceful wings of butterflies, as a wave of sleepiness trying to overtake her. The late hour neared midnight, signaling her usual bedtime, yet here she stood in the chilly night, awaiting Yi Nuo's briefing. She harbored no complaints, only a hint of regret for not resting earlier, choosing instead to immerse herself in the pages of the recipe book in the library. She attempted to stay awake by mentally listing all the dishes she had savored that day, but it proved as effective as counting sheep.

Her heavy eyelids threatened to close, but Yi Nuo's voice knocked her back to attention. She quickly chimed in, even though no one had actually posed a question, "Yes... and no… I'm not sleeping..." a sheepish smile accompanying her words as she rubbed her eyes awake. Turning to her last resort, Mei rummaged through her satchel for the candies she had meant to save for later. With deliberate movements and utmost quiet, she unwrapped the candy. The sweet and sour flavors burst in her mouth, jolting her senses awake. Mei couldn't help but squeal in delight as she savored the candy. Glancing at the person beside her, she offered the candy, thinking they might also need something to stay awake.

After the briefing concluded, Mei eagerly followed the others aboard Carmen's flying ship. It was an unparalleled experience, surpassing even her previous flights atop Escha. The sight of the majestic vessel and the swirling... chaotic beauty of the storm trapped within the massive glass bottle left her breathless. As her feet gently met the ship's floor, she couldn't contain her excitement, transitioning from careful steps to a spirited sprint. Mei darted around, committing every detail of the ship to memory, from the rich hues of its exterior to the weathered cracks adorning its corners. Once she had explored every nook and cranny, Mei settled into a cozy spot at the ship's bow, leaning against the rail as she attempted to imbibe the scent of the sky. The enchanting symphony emanating from Carmen's magic threatened to lull her into slumber once more, prompting Mei to reach for her journal from her trusty satchel, determined to stave off sleepiness by documenting the day's adventures.

Flipping the worn, brownish page of her journal, Mei stopped as she reached a blank sheet. With a deliberate hand, she took up her quill and dipped it into the inkwell, the tip glistening in the soft light of the ship. She then began to write…

I don’t remember what day it is today. I guess I've already lost track... but I will say today's moon is the biggest I've ever seen!

Well… probably because I am flying, so I'm closer... so my statement before is invalid.
Let’s just say today is the day I ate pork noodles twice, usually thrice, but that’s okay.

Today is also my first mission as a team, super excited!
But I’m also sleepy and cold... I want to hide under my blanket... I blame the recipe book! >n<

Mei paused, her brow furrowing in concentration, the quill hovering near her mouth as she pondered. To any onlooker, it might appear as though she were crafting a beautiful poem or novel, her every movement imbued with artistic intent. However, in reality, Mei was simply jotting down a stream of consciousness, a collection of random thoughts and musings expressed in unstructured sentences and basic words.

"What should I write... Oh!" Like an artist struck by sudden inspiration, Mei brought the quill back to the paper. The sound of the quill scratching against the page accompanied the swift movements of her hands. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, darting back and forth between her journal and her surroundings. With a final flourish, Mei wiped away the nonexistent sweat from her forehead and gazed proudly at the picture she had just drawn. Dong Mei had poured all her skill and passion into capturing the essence of Carmen's ship in her drawing.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Huang San

It had been a lovely time at the academy. Peace. After so long being stuck within a cell, and then being on the run- It was nice to finally be able to stretch his legs. Huang San spent time in the Academy's little greenhouses that they kept for botany, tending to plants to while away the time. And training, of course. A great deal of training. Spending every morning running around the Academy until he felt like he could drop, before pushing his body to its limits. Honing himself in safety. He now possessed the luxury of time- and he would make the most of it.

But then the illness struck fiercely. Growing worse and worse. Huang San said nothing, at first. But he trusted his gut.

He didn't believe in coincidences. Not like this. This plague had grown once the Heroes arrived, and they had gathered the best that the academy could offer on this expedition to the well- How terrible would it be, if disaster were to strike the expedition? How perfectly like their enemy's designs? Yi Nuo assured them all it would be a walk in the park, but Huang San clearly doesn't believe one whit of it. He finds a place up upon a mast of the ship. He sits, and he casts his gaze and his ears out. Watching the night with a vigilant eye. He doesn't say anything about it. But at this point, the other heroes don't really need words to understand what Huang San is saying.

As far as he was concerned, this was but the calm before a very nasty storm.

 

[Bloody_Death]

KAI NAKAYAMA

Everything that was happening once they got to the Isles was one big blur for Kai. He remembers Kaida and Tibby helping him a lot as he struggled to even walk on his own. It was a bit embarrassing. But he recalls just being way too tired to care about anything. There were a few more things that stood out. Meeting the head person of the isles. Mentioning something about going somewhere? Someplace important. He recalled Aaxir saying something too. Something that felt insulting. He wasn't sure. After that, he recalls spending the rest of that afternoon in Kaida's care. It made him really happy. To be the one taken care of for once instead of the one doing the caring. Kaida was his partner for life for real.

The days after that were spent sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping. At some point, Wanga had shown up and dragged Kai off into the garden to rest there instead. Which was a lot speedier than just lying around in the normal world like a loser there were lots of cuddles and hugs gifted to him by Wanga and Hargred. But keeping Kai holed up in the garden benefited in more ways than one. Kai hadn't heard about the increasingly sick people till the day they were leaving for the well when he actually left the garden for the first time since he'd gone in there. Long story short, Kai was still not as rested as he could be and short on time, so he and Wanga had a bit of an argument about whether he should try and help the sick. One that Wanga ended up winning because of how short on time they were. He suspects Wanga kept him in the garden just so he wouldn't find out about it. Whether he's right about that or not is up for debate.

And now they were here. Tucked back into Carmen's ship and traveling through the dead of night to reach the well. Kai stayed tucked in a corner of the ship. Still just lounging around as he needed all the rest he was able to get...but that was more because Wanga was still making him rest.

"Wanga I've already just been lying around for the past few days. What else do you want me to do?" He spoke with a bit of an irritated sigh. He was tired of being tired. And also tired of just doing nothing.

"Nothing. That's the whole point of resting, Kai." Wanga retorted as he laid across some pieces of furniture. "I don't get what's so hard to understand. We have this argument every time you over-exert yourself like that."

Kai only sighed. He knew they always butted heads about stuff like this. And he also knew that Wanga always managed to come out on top during them. "I'm tired of doing nothing. Haven't I slept enough?" He mumbled while letting his head drop back and against the wall. He was already feeling more tired by just having this conversation.

"I wouldn't call being in a borderline coma sleeping. It's not normal to sleep several days in a row, you know? Do you even remember how hard it was to wake you up just so I could feed you? Or were you actually just eating in your sleep?" Sometimes he thinks Kai will work himself into an actual coma one day. And then just wake up several months later and acts like he just got a normal night's worth of sleep. "You still need to rest after waking up from a coma. Just cause you can finally keep yourself awake doesn't mean you can just start burning through your energy."

Kai didn't have anything to say to that. It was just hard. The days are simply not long enough. Why can't he just have an unlimited mana pool? That would make his life so much easier. "Fine..." He sighed in defeat, slumping back as he sprawled across the furniture beside Wanga. He knew he couldn't keep doing this. He had to find a more efficient way to heal others faster and with less mana. If only finding the solution was that easy.

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Interactions: Open to anyone who wants to join

Mentions: Kaida and Tibby!

 

[Nessi]

Plague

Carmen set the ship down gently at the docks of the well, and everyone was signaled to disembark shortly after.
Eleanor was the first to step foot on the hallowed grounds of the well. Years ago, she had come to this same place for relics, only back then, they had come with a much larger group of heroes, and Arlux was still alive.
Things were different now, but Eleanor didn’t let this fact bother her, she couldn’t. She had to be strong for everyone, no matter how much pain she might be in.
“You can’t keep this up forever Ele.” Paimon’s voice warned in her head.
Eleanor ignored Paimon, and walked up to the steps to get a better view of the temple. While the area was highly dangerous, and a relic fueled beast could appear at any moment, she couldn’t help but take in the view of the Well of Wishes. The water in the inner pool surrounding the well glowed brightly, and strange, but seemingly peaceful creatures swam about, some much larger than others.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Almost makes you feel like the place isn’t surrounded by deadly creatures that’ll tear us to pieces in seconds.” Yi Nuo chuckled, placing a hand on Eleanor’s shoulder.
“Yea…almost.” Eleanor sighed, a small smile forming on her face.
“Something’s been on your mind recently, I can tell. Your entire demeanor has changed and…I just wanted to make sure everything is okay with you.” Yi Nuo asked gently.
“I’m…it’s complicated.” Eleanor responded, choosing to look everywhere but at Yi Nuo.
“Life is complicated, little lotus. But you don’t have to go through everything alone, you know?” Yi Nuo said, gently rubbing Eleanor’s back.
“Yea…I suppose you’re right.” Eleanor admitted, finally turning to face the old moon elf. “When we get back, maybe we can talk a bit more?” She suggested.
“Of course dear, we can talk as much as you want to.” Yi Nuo said with a smile.

Soon after Eleanor and Yi Nuo’s short conversation, the rest of the crew would join them, and begin to prepare entering the well itself. The plan now was quite simple: those who couldn’t fly would be blessed with a water walking spell, and would slowly, and cautiously enter the main temple to extract enough relics for everyone.
Eleanor received a water walking spell, and descended down to where the waterfalls were, waiting for everyone else to come down in order to make the journey to the well.

“H-help me…” a voice meekly called out in the distance. Eleanor whipped around, and found what looked to be a child, covered in a dirty brown cloak, hiding behind a pillar. Before Eleanor could say anything, the child quickly darted away from her as fast as possible.
“Wait!” Eleanor called out, but quickly caught her tongue. Yelling would only cause the group more harm, but at the same time, she couldn’t simply allow a child to roam about an area like this.
“Dammit…” Eleanor uttered, before giving chase to the child. She had seen the child run into a building, and rushed into that same building, expecting to find the child. Instead, what she found was a dagger dug directly into her boot, the attacker being the same child from before.
“Haaaa….I was hoping that you’d follow, I wasn’t sure if you’d follow, but I’m glad my intuition was correct!” the child giggled.
Eleanor tried to back up, but ended up falling over, the feeling in her legs quickly fading. “D-dammit…” Eleanor croaked as she lost more control of her body.
“You should have lost the feeling in your legs by now…soon you’ll be unable to even talk, little Eleanor~” the child coo’d, retrieving the dagger from Eleanor’s foot. They removed their hood, and revealed the face of someone who had died quite some time ago. Their flesh was discolored, eyes sunken in, and Eleanor could clearly see things moving under the skin of the “boy”. “What…are you?” Eleanor murmured as best she could.
“Who am I? I thought it wou-”
A golden fist smashed into the assailant's side as Paimon emerged to defend Eleanor. “NERGAL!” he roared, to which the mysterious figure laughed, blocking Paimon’s fist with the dagger.
“You don’t have to be so loud, I’m standing right here!” Nergal cackled, quickly throwing his dagger while leaping backwards.
Paimon deflected the dagger with his Talwar, but kept his eyes locked on Nergal, even as he bent down to pick Eleanor off the ground. “Why are you here…how are you here???” the eternal king growled.
“You know why I’m here…it’s for you, it’s always been about you oh mighty king~” Nergal teased. The plague god's body began to shift, skin stretched, bones grew, and hair brightened until it was a brilliant, red color. In a blink of an eye, Nergal transformed from a child, into a man of large stature, clad in luscious, crimson fabrics, and armed with a golden, lionheaded mace, and a dark, vile looking blade. “I told you that I’d strip you of everything you love, Paimon. Until your very soul is bare, until I can get the very power you hold deep within you.” Nergal said slyly.

Paimon dashed off with Eleanor, running towards the confused group of heroes. “Everyone, prepare yourselves!” he yelled out.
Nergal leapt into the air, and cackled as he raised his hand up high. “Come forth, my pretties!” Nergal giggled. Several dark green projectiles formed, and launched themselves toward the group of heroes and academy members.

 

[CasualTea]

Rohen Xiong, "The Mad Orca"

Interactions: LazyDaze (Aaxir) Dawnsx (Nel)

Mentions: Nessi (Eleanor)

As Rohen boarded the ship for the first time, a lot of things happened in the past few days. While it was a bit of a blur, it had some noteworthy moments. Now they just had to be quiet and let the beasts sleep, nothing good would come out of waking any of them and dealing with them. No benefit and no point. Just wasting more time. As she found her spot on the ship, she glanced at the other party members who had also settled in.

In the past days, she felt she had become stronger and starting to get back into shape like she used to before prison. She looked around and took a glance at Eleanor. She never thought she would be quite the sparring partner. It made her want to do more exchanges in the future. Even though they ended up clashing their steels against one another, they had pointers to give as well. Eleanor’s recommendation to use her partial synchronization more gave her an obvious way to up her defense. Of course, she couldn’t deny it. Although the feeling is weird, she needed the dragon scales’ protection.

So then during the next day, she sought out one of the dragons. Namely, Aaxir. While she considered Enthyskana to be an option, she thought she’d have a better chance with Aaxir since he seemed to closely match her combat style. She also considered him to be quite a hardcore fighter. So why not get some pointers from him? Plus, even Eleanor recommended him. During the day, she caught him walking around and caught up to him. However, when she finally met him… Her opinion of him changed drastically.

"Aaxir, could you... help me with my training?" Rohen asked. "I want to improve my familiarity with the powers Tiamat gave me. Thought you could help." She thought she was being polite. She didn’t expect a glare from Aaxir. "No." A little shocked, Rohen raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Did you have plans later?" She asked out of curiosity. She didn’t expect him to outright refuse her so maybe he had something going on? Aaxir stopped, becoming annoyed with Rohen’s presence."You must have a death wish." He threatened. "Leave me alone."

"...Are you threatening me, red?" She questioned as her expression of shock began to match Aaxir’s. "Only if you’re stupid enough to not take a hint…" He scoffed. "Of course Tiamat chose someone like you." A switch flipped in Rohen as it showed through her emerging smug look on her face, looking down on him even though she physically had to look up to lock in with his gaze. "Well aren’t you just the cutest cut of meat." The Mad Orca taunted. "Keep going and I might just have to lay you out." She said as she put a hand on her hip, shifting her weight to one side. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. He only smirked. "Even without the powers of Pele, I could rip through a poor imitation like you. Know your place human." She tilted her head, raising her eyebrow before forcing a chuckle. "Ohohoho, look at this adorable piece of shit. You trying to scare me with that?" "Nothing can scare a fool." Aaxir retorted.

"So what?" She scoffed. "Let me tell you what foolishness is: pretending to be smart, like you do. But a fool? Knowing when to act clueless, like I do." Aaxir’s grin grew wider with a bloodthirsty intent but then his smile disappeared, maintaining his glare. "You actually are clueless. You don’t know, do you?" Rohen proceeded to chuckle and mock. "Ooh, you’re so mysterious." Her expression then dropped, offering a look Olrodian soldiers would know as their last memory before death claimed them. "Start watching your back. For someone like you, you’re literally a big red target. Take heed, for there was a reason I operated alone. Even Arlux knew." Aaxir shook his head. "See, fool." To Aaxir, this was pointless. The other heroes wouldn’t allow it, but there was no one he could despise more than Tiamat’s hero. If Rohen knew what that asshat was thinking, she’d be disgusted that there was something to agree with him. "...Fuck this, and fuck you." She said before she began storming towards him, bumping his shoulder with her left shoulder making him stumble a little. "Eleanor said you could help, but a dog is more useful than you."

Rohen crossed her arms in disappointment on the deck of the ship, giving Aaxir a side eye. She decided to steer clear of him. Just seeing him makes her want to hurl. She never told Eleanor yet how Aaxir just threatened her out of nowhere when she asked for help. She’d rather keep it under wraps. It might affect morale of the group if they knew there was some more in-fighting among them. At least, she didn’t have to dwell on it for long. She also met Nel. Eleanor had also said that Nel could possibly teach her ice magic as it is an advancement from water. Since Rohen was really good with her water magic, why not learn ice magic? So she sought her out.

"Hey, Nel, right?” She greeted. "I heard you know something about ice magic. Could you… teach me?" She asked with a hint of reluctancy. This seemed to excite Nel as she fluttered her little wings with a sparkle in her eyes. "Would I! Perfect opportunity for us Champions to bond!" She said, clapping her hands together cheerfully. Rohen blinked in surprise. Quite the contrast to what she experienced just hours ago. "What? Ch… Champions? What do you mean?" She asked, not knowing what the fae was talking about. She was a bit confused with the term. Especially when it comes to this fae. She's heard about her odd... behaviors. Was this what everyone's talking about? What is this "champion" she speaks of? "Oh, y'know, as Champions, we help people who are suffering and beat the bad guys!" To make her point, Nel jabbed the air a few times with her bony fists. "Not everyone gets the honor! Only the cutest and strongest and kindest people can become Champions! And that includes you, since you helped out Eleanor!" She blinked a couple of times to process. "Oh. Okay, then I guess that's pretty cool. Is it a guild or something? Any benefits or is it just a title of honor?" She questioned. "From whom is this honor bestowed? And... How did helping Eleanor make me a champion?" She was asking a lot of questions just so she can get a clear idea what it is.

Nel put a finger on her chin. "Hmm... No, no, me, and just 'cus!" Nel replied peppily. "Ah, but we're getting sidetracked! We gotta teach you some coolio ice magic so you can beat up the bad guys! Pun intended!" That’s what she wanted to hear. Rohen was more in the mood now that Nel was getting straight into it. "Heh, alright then. So uh, how do we start?" Rohen asked with a slight smile, finding humor in the pun. But she was also a little pumped to be learning some new magic. Question is, how do they start? Nel lifted her hands and summoned a ball of water. "Well, we gotta have water to make ice! And then... You just gotta feel the cool." The orb froze over and plopped into her open palms. "Just gotta literally cool down and chill and... Yep!" Unfortunately for Rohen, Nel's instinctive wield over magic meant that the explanation was the best that she could offer. This was not what Rohen wanted to hear and soon came to the realization that this was probably... A really huge fucking mistake. Not only was she just pronounced as one of Nel's champions, not only did she just sought tutorage from a fae who probably had a couple of knots loose in her head but to back out now would be... Not recommended.

Screw it. She has to try it out now. She followed Nel's lead and lifted her hands and summoned a ball of water. She tried to feel the cool but all she ever did was engage her Water's Edge, making the ball of water develop a fast moving current which made the entire ball rotate in her hand. She tried to concentrate harder but it only ever made it rotate faster. She can feel the speed and has reached maximum velocity. "Ugh... How do you feel the cool?" Nel squinted her eyes as she scrutinized Rohen's mana channels. "You're too tense! And it's like you're dunking your mana into it! Ice is all frozen and solid and doesn't move as much as water! So you gotta relaaaax, and just..." She wiggled her fingers, as though that explained anything. She listened to Nel's comment and took it into mind. She soon unsheathed her sword and coated it with the water from the orb. "Frozen and... solid..." She said softly before her expression changed and it seemed like she was locking in on quite a dark memory. Bringing out an expression that would be anything but positive. A look that has seen much death, powerless to prevent the concept from happening. It was only until then that the water coating the blade would slowly freeze over.

"N-ice, Rohen!" Nel squealed, leaping to give Rohen a great big hug despite the very sharp and pointy sword in her hand. "Whoa, careful Nel..!" Rohen exclaimed, snapping back to reality as she prepared herself to take on Nel's weight. In doing so, she made sure to face the blade's edge away from the duo. "So now we just need to practice hurting people with the ice!" Nel said, pulling away just as quickly as she had pounced. "Try shaping the ice! The same way you'd shape your water!" Rohen looked at the ice on her blade, examining it. "Not sure if it'll be that easy... It might need an incantation. Perhaps... Freeze over!" She said before swinging the blade's tip across the ground, somehow flinging the ice off the sword and making a shrewd wall of ice. "I think we're getting somewhere." She said somewhat confidently. "Goodie! Just keep practicing that! The baddies won't know what hit 'em!" Nel flipped her hair over the shoulder. "I think I'm an even better teacher than Felly!" They continued training until dinner time afterwards. While there was some conversation between the two, it was mostly to improve Rohen’s creativity of the magic.

On the ship, Rohen practiced her magic silently, using her left arm to make an ice-wrist blade which she dismissed quietly. She wasn’t disturbing anyone and just kept to herself. To see either of the two, would make some noise. But out of the two, she’d rather see Nel. Maybe being friends with a fae who proclaimed them both Champions wasn’t so bad if the other person isn’t a dragon with its head up his ass.

When it was time to disembark, she waited a bit on the ship to observe the surroundings. An eerie place, always was. She was one of the last to get off the ship. She refrained from choosing to pick fights with Aaxir. Wasn't the time nor would she like to be the one to provoke such childish fighting. Still though, he was such an asshole. It didn't take long before action would ensue. Eleanor gave chase to something but before she could push herself towards the front of the group and figure out where she went, she lost her. "Eleanor!" She called out. No answer. "..Sheesh, what did she see?" She began to examine the surroundings a bit more to find any discrepancies but she couldn't name a damn one. Not in the place where she was barely familiar with it and its dangers. It wasn't until Paimon came rushing back with Eleanor and shouting. "Everyone, prepare yourselves!" Before she could ask what happened to Eleanor, there was another voice, one that she was not familiar with. "Come forth, my pretties!" She then saw projectiles coming forth. They were under attack. She didn't have time to unsheathe her blade as they were already coming so it was time for something else. She formed water from her metal arm which quickly froze over to make a shield. "Then, not a step back!" She exclaimed firmly before slamming the shield against the ground, causing it to take root and steadily expanded and grew the shield, while adding more layers of ice to create a thick and impenetrable and durable wall. Any who was behind Rohen can seek cover but they had to be really close to her.

 

[Dovinique]

Dong Mei

Interactions: Casting buff spell on Fel OldTurtle

Mentions: Paimon, Rohen

As Carmen's ship glided gracefully to its destination at the well, Mei joined the others in disembarking, her senses instantly awash with the awe-inspiring spectacle before her. It was a sight where gloom intertwined seamlessly with beauty, where the air carried an eerie tranquility yet betrayed an undercurrent of unseen peril. A shiver traversed Mei's spine as she sought to assimilate the mysterious ambiance enveloping her. Despite the reassuring presence of her companions, an unsettling apprehension lingered in her thoughts, casting a shadow over the promising horizon.

"Relax…" A soft whisper echoed in Mei's mind, prompting her to startle as if a ghost had spoken directly to her. It was Han Xiangzi, breaking his silence at last after their time in The Isles. Pouting slightly, Mei retorted, "So you finally decided to talk to me, and now I won't talk to you." Crossing her arms over her chest, she stood defiantly, as if demanding an apology from her God.

Han Xiangzi chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Sweet pie... I did advise you to learn to control the vestiges better, did I not? Yet, what have you done?" Mei raised an eyebrow in confusion, "But, I did...?"

More laughter coming from Han Xiangzi. "You did... eat. And I did warn you, if you persisted in laziness, I would stop speaking to you," Mei's posture softened as she dropped her arms and averted her gaze, idly scuffing the ground with her foot, "I'm sorry…"

"The past is the past," Han Xiangzi replied, "Let's focus on the present. You can learn a lot from today, but more importantly, stay alive." Mei nodded, a determined smile spreading across her face. "I'll do my best!"

As everyone disembarked and prepared to enter, those who couldn't fly were blessed with water magic. Mei, however, had the option to ride Escha or cast Zephyr Glide on herself to float. It had been a while since she had cast her spells, and she yearned to reconnect with the flow of mana coursing through her veins. With a determined breath, Mei decided on the latter, using the spell as a warm-up before the journey.

Taking a deep inhale, Mei began her incantation, her voice carrying on the breeze like a melody woven into the fabric of the air itself. "The wind blows, the leaves rustle. Let me swallow the sprightlow..." With each word, a gentle wind began to stir around her feet, swirling and dancing in response to her call, "...Take me up, take me down, let the world spin around. Zephyr Glide."

As Mei finished her chant, the wind intensified, swirling around her body. Her hair swayed around her in a small, graceful ballet as the wind lifted her gently off the ground. With a subtle push, Mei glided higher, soaring towards the main temple with effortless grace.

Arriving just as the waterfall came into view, Mei couldn't help but notice the urgency in Paimon's movements as he approached, Eleanor clutched tightly in his hand, "Everyone, prepare yourselves!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing off the ancient stone walls.

As the figure appeared before her, Mei's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she had never met this person before, but that thought quickly faded into the background as a more immediate threat emerged. Flying projectiles were hurtling towards them, and Mei's eyes darted around, searching for a way to protect herself and those around her. Seeing Rohen forming an ice shield, Mei knew she was too far away to reach her in time. Panic gripped her as she realized that some of the academy members near her would also be unable to protect themselves. Her mind raced, but she needed to act fast, panic threatened to overwhelm her.

"Ruby..." Han Xiangzi's voice whispered in her mind once more, a reminder of the power she held in her hands. Without hesitation, Mei reached for her flute, her fingers moving swiftly as she played a quick, urgent tune. A strong gust of wind erupted from the instrument, swirling and coalescing into the form of a massive bear, Ruby.

With a determined flick of her wrist, Mei ushered her companions to safety behind the towering Ruby, their forms shielded by the vestige. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as adrenaline coursed through her veins, but Mei knew there was no time to dwell on fear. With her allies protected for the moment, she focused her thoughts on the next course of action.

As Mei carefully set her flute aside, she knew that Ruby's protection would only last for a fleeting moment. The bear would fade away within minutes if she didn't resume her melody, but Mei trusted that Ruby's stalwart form would shield them from the impending barrage of projectiles. She cast a hopeful glance at her companions, praying that they would find safety in the brief respite Ruby provided.

The figure soaring above them was formidable, their prowess shrouded in mystery. Mei couldn't discern their elemental affinity or the nature of their impending attack, but she knew she had to act swiftly. With a determined gaze, she scanned the area for someone who could benefit from her magic. The first mage came to her mind was of course… Fel Petri..

Mei found Fel among the chaos, her heart pounding with both nervousness and determination. Taking a deep breath, Mei steadied her trembling hand and extended it before her. Her voice, a melodic whisper, carried on the breeze as she plead the ancient wind for aid, "By the breath of ancient wind, I humbly borrow your power, ancient and wise. Grant me passage through your airy domain, to bestow upon my friend a gain..."

As she spoke, a soft green light enveloped Mei's body, swirling before gathering around her palm. With each word, the energy grew, pulsing with vitality. "...Let my mana's essence flow, like a gentle rain. With each passing gust, let it surge and ascend. By the winds' embrace, this magic is sealed. Spring Breeze Fountain."

The energy in Mei's palm circulated with a newfound intensity. Pulling her hands close to her chest, she then released the spell, watching as the ball of energy streaked towards Fel with incredible speed. It seemed to enter his body, suffusing him with a soft green glow that radiated from within.

As the energy from Mei's spell flowed through him, Fel would feel a profound transformation take place within his being. A sensation of weightlessness spread through his limbs as the energy penetrated every core of his body, infusing him with vitality and power. His mana would now dance within him with a newfound vigor. It swirled and surged with an unprecedented quickness, like a river unleashed from its dam.

The effects of the Spring Breeze Fountain spell became evident as Fel's mana regenerated at an astonishing pace. It seemed as though with each passing moment, his reserves replenished themselves, ready to be called upon at a moment's notice. And as his mana flowed more freely, the cooldowns of his spells seemed to shorten, allowing him to cast them with increased frequency and efficacy.

 

[Beann]

Suzuki Kaida

The time spent at the Academy was anything but joyful. With the disease spreading like wildfire, the heroes were more or less confined to their living quarters. Kaida herself remained in her bedroom for the most part, keeping herself occupied by practicing her handwriting or with Tiberius’ company when he was available. She had hoped her time at the Isles would be exciting but was unfortunately left wanting. The only thing she had to look forward to was their journey to the Well.

When the day came to depart, Obaasan had given the group a standard brief: get in, get out — and do it quietly. Simple enough.

Hopefully.

Once the night sky drowned out the sun, Kaida took her place on Carmen's ship, leaning over the rails to enjoy the calming view. The music that played was gentle and soft, almost enough to lull her to sleep had she been lying in a bed. However, her eyes remained fixated on their destination ahead, her pupils dilating to adjust to the dark skies. Although the Well was a sight to behold, it didn't make the place any less dangerous. She considered summoning Ryushi before their arrival but seeing as the site was vast and mostly out in the open, she opted for her new summon, Aurelia.

Pulling out the respective spirit gem, the kitsune took a moment to admire the blue pearlescent color. Activating the gem, she cupped her hands together to shield the glowing light that flashed briefly.

“I was wondering when you were going to summon me again.” The archer who answered her call during the battle with the knight in Jorvik appeared beside her. The beautifully designed bow remained in hand, ready to provide long-range support.

“Yes, well, our current objective requires a bit of stealth and…” Kaida could already feel the other gem in her pocket burning with rage, giving her further validation that Aurelia was more suited for their task. Fearing Ryushi’s spirit gem may explode into bits and pieces out of anger, she decided not to finish her statement. Instead, she turned her attention back to appreciating the night sky.

—

When Carmen's ship descended, Kaida was one of the few to disembark last, her eyes following Eleanor who was quite eager to get a headstart before the rest of them. Her summon followed quietly behind the kitsune, her head practically on a swivel as the two of them surveyed the area. The Well was beautiful, it offered a type of serenity that could lure any adventurer into danger with the creatures that inhabited the place. Luckily, most of the creatures that idly grazed seemed more or less harmless – cute even.

Unfortunately, there was hardly any time afforded for sightseeing as Eleanor’s deity called out to the rest of the heroes. Kaida's attention immediately shifted focus towards the Eternal King. He was quite the sight for sore eyes but not the main priority as she was more worried about Eleanor who was being carried in his arms. The kitsune unsheathed her katana, taking a defensive stance as she spotted the source of their distress.

‘Nergal.’

Her deity's voice twisted with disgust in the back of her mind. Kaida's head tilted up as Nergal launched himself into the air, sending forth a barrage of projectiles towards them. Her tails flicked with a sense of urgency, sparing a glance at her summon, “Aurelia!”

“On it!”

The archer took her stance, aiming her bow upwards before coalescing mana into the shape of arrows. She fired three at a time, aiming them not at Nergal but with the intention to intercept as many green projectiles as she could.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Tiberius Helvian, Longinus

Time marched on. Tiberius had spent the last days lending aid to the ill, their symptoms puzzling, perplexing. And resistant. The gladiator had witnessed disease rip apart Men before, seeing how their bodies falter, a slow and agonizing decline, brought about by the smallest of things — cuts, bites, morsels. But, none have seemed as hopeless as this, the Isles, for all their advancements, could only stem the sickness' unstoppable march. The frustration licked at Tiberius like a burning whip at his back. He imagined how Kai would feel if he'd met this vexing thing. It brought a strange clarity, a focus to his thoughts. Despite the incurable nature, he had done what he could, and alleviated what was possible. Unbothered by the self-doubt of what could have been, a folly Tiberius acutely understood.

Ellie descended, banking lower into the darkness of a cold night. Tiberius passed the trip atop the decks, going through the motions of final combat preparations. Spatha in hand, the gladiator felt the comforting weight. Dancing the blade against his gloved hand, inspecting the blade's keenness. Backlit by the sea of distant stars and the moon's pale eye, Tiberius inclined his head to look, bathing in the silvery light they cast against his helmet, picking out the sharp edges, cliff-like surface and clipped wings. Resting comfortably on his head, Freyr had outdone himself with its reforging.

The ship anchored. The dazzling beauty from the bird's eye view still burned at the obsidian surface of Tiberius' mind, an image etched with a lightning-chisel. However, the memories of their previous journey tempered its deceptive attraction. He suppressed such feelings, their journey necessitated haste. Warded as he was against superstitious thoughts, the gladiator admitted only the barest notion of strangeness within this archaic place of arcane splendour. Tiberius crossed his arms across his chest, chainmail pushing into the leather of his garb, clinking together. For a long moment, there was nothing but the purr of the zephyr wind and the flapping of fabrics. Then came the booted footfalls, thumping against the hard wood deck as the heroes walked down the ramp leading to the rickety docks.

The winds died. The heroes managed through the Well's terrain without much difficulty. Tiberius, in particular, found the night endearing to traverse. A tranquility not oft enjoyed, or appreciated. Though he certainly held his biases towards it.

They came upon a body of water, the white foam as a lone waterfall crashed into the surface below, barely visible in the darkness. A blessing allowed them to spirit across the water's tense surface, lapping against his boots in glistening droplets. As Tiberius arrived after Eleanor, his dull azure eyes picked out the faint semblance of a child. Eleanor heard its meek cry. "Eleanor, wait!" Tiberius called out, voice loud against the waterfalls thrashing. However, she already went after the child. Tiberius clenched his fists, willing his legs to move swifter.

He went for her, chasing down their valued friend. Then Tiberius was brought up by the sight of the God-King staggering back the way, cradling an injured Eleanor, a scene wrought only from the yoke of a darkest nightmare. He looked up. Dim azures darting to a dark-armoured figure who conjured projectiles of jade energies betwixt his weathered, spindle fingers—crackling, twisting—through the air at them. Darkness pooled and poured from Tiberius' tanned skin in a thick pall, granting celerity as it always did, as it always does. Enshrouding him in the cloak, he leapt aside, vaguely aware that no-one had been behind him.

The burning emerald bolts cut through the obfuscation, driving wide holes in the stream of hard darkness like a cannon through theatre curtains.

"Nergal..."

His boot touched the softened ground, Tiberius saw another volley of projectiles coalesce in the darkness of the empty air, polluting the serene night with an viral virescence. Even from this distance, there had been a rank stench, that of bodily waste congealed with decaying remains. He was leaping again, dodging one, two, three times, more blistering bolts screaming past him. Then the fourth and fifth hit him. He was knocked out of the plume of darkness, body flying and tumbling across the vibrant grass. Shield and spatha came loose, clinking as they went, metal against rock. A hard wheeze escaped his lungs. The moment had been so terribly ephemeral and short. He tried to scramble to his knees, dimly conscious that his left leg trailed behind him. The meat was sloughing from his bone. The rot was there, Tiberius could smell it. A mephitic aroma stung him, searing his nose, his throat, his... Heart. The illness sank deep, his femur bone not alone, it penetrated the muscle, the nerve, and vascular liquefying them in a slurry soup of putrid tissue. He trailed it as he dragged his body, already failing, forcing the numbed body, fast becoming pain, to obey him.

Then his fingers scraped his chest. They sank. Burrow deep in black, rotted flesh. Touching muscle that broiled and produced noxious, green fumes; fibrous ligament hardened like a lumpy wall. What had hit him? Was the only focused thought Tiberius experienced before panic settled. It infested him. Not just his body, but his very soul — coiling a necrotic sickness around his heart. Actually, he couldn't tell if it was his soul or his physical heart. He recoiled as his fingers found the edge of his sternum. Mind receded fully to panic. He hadn't breathed for long seconds, his mouth torn raw with the desire to scream, but his throat choked with bile and vomit.

"kaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaikaiKAI!"

The last shred of sanity screamed stridently at the sufferer, struggling to steer the sickly-stricken gladiator to, perhaps, the only one who could save him. The shred barely commanded the wasting body, streaming foul vapours as he went on the ground. And blood, as the arteries decomposed, staining the verdant greenery dark crimson. Dirt, cleaner than the slime-mass of rotted flesh dripping down from his chest, got under his fingernails as he clawed and clawed and clawed.

Then, with an ear-shattering crash, the earth behind the gladiator ruptured. The towering form of Polux, his dread bulk silhouetted by the actinic blaze in his slit-eyes. The armoured titan lifted his hand, swiping away the hissing ball of rotting energy with the back of his black vambrace intended to deliver the killing blow. The giant's vambrace whined, metal sizzling as acid vainly tried to strip away the painted cosmos. Polux looked for a moment, before turning around and going down on one knee. He cradled the gladiator's body in his arms and moved. So swiftly that his absence caused a vacuum as the air rushed to fill the void. He appeared before the gathered heroes and gently placed the wounded—rotting warrior before them. There was no flaw in his practiced maneuvers, no fault in his body, and in his mind. The jaws of failure could still snap shut tight. Without warning, without mercy.

The softly-glowing lenses of the titan flickered and smouldered like red dwarfs at the twilight of their lives. He turned, craggy shoulders and heavy-armoured limbs grating and grinding purest, frenzied rage. He opened his gauntlet, metal digits clicking with righteous, heaven-high rage. The space in his palm wailed fiercely, shuddering and coming apart at the very fabric itself. An ancient darkness filled the space, hardening into the metallic maul, its head wickedly barbed. Then it popped. Ghostly fire spilled forth, dripping down, up, sideways — in all directions, the pale blue fire morphed, rippling as if Polux tore a piece of the star-filled sky and bound it within his mace. The giant took two steps, great metal sabatons ringing as they crunched the ground underneath. Despite this, the titan seemed so deceptively still, almost inimical to what burned within its heart.

He hefted the maul, leveling it at Nergal's form.

"You will burn."

He swiveled, both hands gripping the haft of his maul as it plunged into the dirt below, instantly lighting it aflame. His dark, metal body screamed. It was a horrid noise, grinding metal shrieks. The giant swung his maul, ripping a wave—a wall of fire, that seemed more like a tear of the nightsky, describing a crescent-motion towards Nergal, igniting the air as it went and casting the land in a ghastly illumination of a grey, bright nocturne.

Interactions: Nessi (Nergal)
Mentions: Bloody_Death (Kai)

 

[LazyDaze]

AAXIR THE RED

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Mentions: Worthlessplebian Nessi OldTurtle


The days at Academy moved swiftly, and the motley investigative crew could do little to solve the issues that plagued the city. For what it was worth, Aaxir, begrudgingly, did what he could to ease their pain, but there was a good chance that not even Kai would be able to tackle to root of the strange illness that befell the citizens there. Eventually, they, along with the other heroes, would have to depart as their destiny often traveled parallel to the issues oppressing the average person, only intersecting ever so often. It was during those rare crossing paths that you cast a stone cast in the lake of possibilities rippled across the fabrics of fate to reach those you would never see or remember. However in the grand scheme of this profound destiny, Aaxir couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his wordly frustrations in part because he believed they should have never developed in the first place. Compared to the current state of the world, and his personal mission, his current dilemma was a childish and rather selfish undertaking. Aaxir was so frustrated in fact, that he spent most of the trip gazing at the horizon in solitude. Even in solitude it would be impossible to avoid the discomforting company of every insignificant worm. (There are so many in this world after all) However, there was a straight forward solution when dealing with weak and disgusting pests. Crush, and cremate them and offer a half hearted apology to the heroes mourning her premature death as you sprinkle her ashes into the sea. Simple. For all his rage and frustration, there was still a lingering thought at the forefront of his mind. A thought that had only plagued him recently. At the end of all of this...who would remain? The night sky was indeed beautiful, the sea was calm. The quiet was unforgiving.

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When they arrived at the "park", Aaxir lagged behind the others to guard the rear while Eleanor took point. He was half listening to the several warnings and reassuring of Yi Nuo. If anything tried to sneak up on them, they would be reduced to ash before anyone would even be able to scream. In fact, Aaxir almost hoped it wouldn't be so easy, it was a good stress reliever to flex your muscles so to speak ever so often. His hopes would be seemingly dashed as they made it to the well without so much as a jump scare, everyone doing there best to remain calm and quiet. Here, he couldn't help but reminisce about the past. The flashes of nostalgia were so strong it felt as if he was drifting in and out of consciousness as he could practically hear Arlux scolding him for attempting to draw the attention of magical beasts to challenge. It wasn't that long ago, but it felt as if he aged decades since then. Back then there was no doubt that Tiryan would be defeated and order would be restored. Now, a cloud hung of the heroes as they attempted to live up to the unspoken promise of days past. It was no longer a conclusion; in fact, it was a now painted with the dark tint of uncertainty; will they defeat Tiryan...can they defeat Tiryan? Will anyone survive?.....They won't de-

Aaxir shook his head and balled his fists. He couldn't think like that, not now. He had to protect everyo...He had to restore and lead his race to an era of unforeseen prosperity. Aaxir flew down last, watching out for any anomalies before going down into the well. Once he landed he could see his comrades shifting in a slightly panicked manner. Cautiously he grabbed his great blade.

"Something isn't right..."

"Pele?"

Before Aaxir could take another step forward a bright flash flew past him in an instant; however, that instant felt like a lifetime. He saw the worry, frustration, and determination on Paimon's face. In his arms, he saw Eleanor. In the span of a few minutes she was reduced to this state...her body limp. Her eyes distant. Aaxir reached out to her, hoping the image would ripple away and reveal itself to be a dream, but he would never receive such respite. Paimon and Eleanor would only remain as a hazy image in Aaxir's mind as they moved on; however, he would know it was as much of a hallucination as his pacing heart. He wondered if she saw him. Would she be able to see the pained stupefied expression of a foolish, prideful dragon realizing that this...this could be the end of her story, everyone's story. Would they die? With widened eyes, he watched as the green projectiles mercilessly swarmed on the party. One by one they rushed to one position or another, staving off death from the enemy while Aaxir stood frozen in a time loop of his own creation. If only he had went first...he kept telling himself. A foreign shriek cut through the battlefield, Tiberius...he had fallen. It was unlike any sound he had heard thus far to the point it felt as if it should have been a sin to hear a man such as he nearly beg for his life...

"NO!"

Aaxir watched helplessly as within seconds, another comrade had fallen on his watch.

"Aaxir It's Nergal...the plague god. You will have to...Aaxir wait listen," Pele started an an unusually serious and panicked tone for even she knew that she was losing the venegful dragon.

"(.........I'm sorry.) He dies today!"

The earth beneath the heroes shook violently as the fissures beneath Aaxir expanded, taking winding and crooked paths around the heroes and widened gaps he could take advantage of. With a heartfelt battle cry molten rock carrying the burden of his rage erupted from the earth, lighting the battefield with hues of red, orange and yellow as if the sun had threatened to rise. All approaching attacks would become incinerated, and as the pillars of rock and flame subsided, the earth would hold the scars of Aaxir's unbridled fury; however, he would not fade into the distance. Streaking through night sky like a vermillion comet, Aaxir would encroach upon Polux and Nergal to join the fight. With the initial volley of disease, sickness, and the unknown dealt with, the others would be sure to follow. However, in that instant there was one mage he made eye contact with...one of the few he would actually acknowledge in terms of power...Fel. Nergal...the name rolled off the tongue with insurmountable disgust and vitriol. The deity would die, even if Aaxir had to take him along with him.

 

[Kibaa]

Khatiy

Writing included from: Fluff

Spoiler: LEONA ACADEMY

Khatiy's arrival to the Isles was somewhat of a blur. Frustration and gloom were the only emotions that raced through her narrow mind. To have witnessed the destruction of Hofn; loss after loss after loss; ever since the death of Arlux. For a warlord as prolific as Khatiy, the consequences to her mental health have been devastating. The party's loss to Tiryan was her first ever real 'defeat' in any war, a defeat she feels she could have avoided had she been in Arlux's place. And now, Hofn has been lost, and Khatiy once more could only feel vast anger and depression. Defeat was not something she was accustomed to, nor would she ever be.

"Lord Baihu. Take me to the Well of Wishes." Khatiy pleaded of the Great Tiger almost immediately upon arrival. But Baihu and Yi Nuo, ever the wise duo, of course, only gave Khatiy lecturing.
"You must!" The Usaaman pleaded. In her mind, turning the tide of war was of utmost importance. Restoring her strength was the only goal in mind. Dilly-dallying amongst the locals and elves of Leona Academy was a mind-numbing waste of time. Khatiy did not even bother joining the rest of the party. Escaping over one of the bows of Carmen's ship atop the back of Ter Fuzen, Khatiy and her great feline companions broke off from the group in search of answers. In search of power.
Khatiy's nose for vengeance lead her deep into the academy, to its tallest spires, to the heart of knowledge. It is here within the libraries of the Isles that Khatiy reasoned she might find the information she sought, but her appearance was perhaps not very welcome. For she made her entrance brashly, a crude warrior followed by large, furry beasts from foreign lands, who marched through its grand halls as if they owned the place. Loudly, boldly, Khatiy rummaged aggressively through shelves, books, tomes and scrolls in search of what she needed.

No document held the answers she desired, nevertheless. Her quest made her grow in frustration by the second.
"Hrrrah! Nothin here relates to what was said by Fel Petri!" The Usaaman growled in complaint, taking a handful of scrolls and bundling them up into her inventory. As she turned her corner, her eyes would lay upon a person that she could not help but find familiar. A woman, a dragoness, by the name of Azaera.

In the wake of her mental episode, Khatiy felt confusion at what she saw. "Are you a ghost?" Khatiy spoke, but her words did not fully reach the dragoness. It was at that moment that she heard a voice of her own within her head, for Bastet, the Mother of Cats, understood that Khatiy was not mentally well at this moment. The Goddess was all too familiar with such an occurrence.
"Leave this place, Lady Khatiy. You are not welcome here."

With a firm grunt, Khatiy turned on a heel, scrolls in tow, making her way for the exit. A young clerk had politely stepped into her way. "Excuse me, esteemed guest.. You are not allowed to take those scrolls, I am sorry."

Khatiy virtually exploded, her facial features bursting with fangs and fur, monstrous in appearance, morphing partially into a monstrous lion.
Do not speak to me, elf!" ...


The Usaaman and her felid companions left as quickly and as abruptly as they came.... Her studies had not lasted for more than an hour, for her impatience had gotten the best of her.

Interactions: Baihu Nessi Azaera Zariel
Mentions: Fel Petri OldTurtle

Spoiler: CARMEN'S SHIP - ON THE WAY TO THE WELL OF WISHES

Here in the Well of Wishes, the night moon was brighter than anywhere else in Veita. Serene was the only word one could use to describe the environment. Calm, gentle, crystalline water, and chilly wind that shifted so gently from the lull of the moving ship. Carmen’s melodies softly carried the construct forward; a smooth journey.

There sat Khatiy of Usaama, reclined back against a certain corner of wood within the ship, surrounded by a puddle of large cats. Ter Fuzen, Salbjorg, and her two sons, all strewn sleepily around Khatiy, resting soundly, snoring softly. She found herself at the very middle of the puddle, utilizing their capes as blankets of sorts. But Khatiy herself was not asleep. Laid out across her lap and the multiple bodies of cats were several scrolls, which she appeared to be studying impatiently, almost angrily. As if searching for information that she simply could not find.

Even as her lionin eyes focused sharply on the parchments that she studied, Khatiy’s other senses remained as sharp as ever. She heard a familiar change in the wind before anything else, her right ear moving with a gentle flicker. Almost immediately, as her senses identified that presence, a familiar beat of wings, her eyebrows furrowed with low frustration.

Squinting in the darkness, a certain Kinnari heard Khatiy before she really saw her, following the tinkling of her jewelery to a dimly lit corner of the room, seeking her out amidst the pile of lion and paper alike. How odd, the mismatching combo, and yet how uniquely Khatiy. Kannaka called out in a low voice, “Khatiy… Khatiy! It’s a nice night out, come take a round or two with me! You can see as far as the Academy from up here!”
Sharp fingernails curl into Khatiy's scrolls, crumpling them slightly. Her ear flickers once more at the sound of Kannaka’s voice, but her eyes pay the girl no mind.

“Silence. Go away.”

“Huhhh…” Kannaka let out a low grumble, teetering on the heels of her talons as she wedged herself more firmly into the porthole. “Come on, atleast come to the window. There’s a lot of interesting things outside, more interesting than those scrolls. Come look, there’s… um, an entire fleet of flying pigs out here. Bet your scrolls never told you about that.” The girl lied as easily as she breathed, even craning her neck out to the open sky to really sell the lie, continuing to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ after she was done talking in the hopes of luring the queen away from her activities.

Perhaps it was noticeable to Kannaka the way Khatiy’s eyebrows and features began to crease with growing frustration. Amidst the chill of the wind, perhaps she could hear her feline teeth grinding with upset emotion. But it was not until the bird made mockery of Khatiy’s scrolls – at the very least, Khatiy interpreted it as mockery, that the warlord suddenly snapped. The sound of paper tearing and crumpling echoes through the wooden halls as Khatiy groaned with anger, bearing her fangs and tearing her scrolls asunder.

She exploded onto her feet with speed rivaled by no other, prompting her feline companions to rise to their feet with growls as well, startled. They all glared at the kinnari, even the usually friendly Ter Fuzen.

Khatiy stomped towards the porthole, where Kannaka rested, as two sets of gnarly claws now attempt to grapple Kannaka by the shirt, uncaring for any damage they may cause to her skin.
“Insolent child!” The lioness growled, pulling on the bird angrily, threatening her with two ugly fangs.

Evil eyes glared intwo her. They appeared human, at first. But they morphed, quickly, first into a set of menacing lion eyes, only to then adopt a purple, demonic hue… the monster that lived within Khatiy was no secret to anyone in the party at this point. “You know nothing! Do not speak to me of the knowledge to be found within those scrolls! Have you no understanding of the mission at hand?” She growled.

Slowly, her grip softened.. Her eyes returning to normal, to human shape and appearance…
“.... Byali… You are just like her.. And it will not surprise me when you die just like her. “

Too far. Kannaka swallowed hard as the realization sunk in, just a little too late, that she’d gone too far. The sound of ripping paper brought her attention to her friend, and the thudding of clawed feet straight at her prompted her to tense every muscle in preparation of vaulting backwards, out and away from the aggressor. She would have been safe, she would have been safe out in the air where Khatiy could not follow, but more fool she, she watched her friend approach with her hand raised in anger and she welcomed her with open arms.

“Ow ow ow, wait--” Maybe she should have taken her chance and left when she could. As Khatiy yanked the girl inwards, she began flailing, her wings that still stuck awkwardly out of the window flailing and drumming against the wooden ship in a staccato beat. In an effort to balance herself, Kannaka stuck out her hand to the closest thing within reach - Khatiy herself. The Kinnari managed to grasp the hero of Bastet by her shoulders in both hands and instantly stilled, readying herself for her imminent demise.

But what followed was the whip sharp tongue of the leonid’s rage. The girl paused, looking up at Khatiy’s face for the first time in the little moonlight that squeezed its way past her into the cabin, surprise writ large over the younger hero’s visage. Her mind buzzed with questions as she took the punishing verbal blows, and yet none of the words were the right ones to say. The very air faltered in a long, low pause, Kannaka slowly prying her clothes loose from Khatiy’s grasp as she let her.
The mission, the death… the raven’s mouth creased in a thin, inquisitive line, watching Khatiy with her hawk-like eyes. The ship rocked gently, causing lanterns to tinkle in the distance and the glow of the lions’ eyes to flash in the background, several pairs of them trained on the two heroes. There were many things the prideful Kinnari wanted to retort with, “I won’t die like her.” “What are you talking about?” “So you don’t want to see the pigs?” But for once, Kannaka, the solitary raven-child, had much to lose, as she often did when it came to Khatiy. The queen was often on a quest of her own, in a world the archer did not understand nor tread upon, compelled to the position of bystander who could only watch as the Lion of Usaama wrestled her prize free from the clutches of inherently unfair destiny. What was one to say in this story that was never meant for her?

“...'' Still silent, Kannaka dropped her eyes to stare out into the distance behind Khatiy, drawing her clothes tighter around herself unconsciously. Whatever the woman spoke of… perhaps some aspects of what Khatiy had seen, had been through, were beyond her understanding. Perhaps all Kannaka could do was make sure that she fought hard to overturn the destiny Khatiy predicted. That she’d just have to do everything in her power to make sure she didn’t suffer from the same fate as the one mentioned. Was she to ask who she was talking about? Did it really matter? Perhaps there was only one thing that was within Kannaka’s control now, in this moment. She let out a tiny sigh, stifling her resignation behind a loud clearing of her throat, and raised her gaze to meet Khatiy’s again. “Tell me… about the scrolls?”

Khatiy’s eyes flickered like shooting stars in the sky, observing the raven that she so unfairly terrorized. wThey bounced across Kannaka’s features, slowly realizing the wrong that she had done. Wrong was a curious way to put it, for Khatiy could never be wrong, but even so, she could still realize Kannaka did not deserve this. Neither did Byali, all those years ago.

The Usaaman’s hands slowly relented. Vocally, Khatiy did not apologize, she was not capable of such a thing, but her eyes looked gentle now, as if aware that she went too far too
“The scrolls are hopeless..”
Khatiy sighed too..
“What is it that you want, Kannaka? There are no pigs outside.”
Her feline eyes squint at the bird with a small frown.. Only to suddenly let go, with no care for if Kannaka were to fall into the water.

Displeasure flooded the Kinnari as Khatiy spoke again, dismissing her question in the decisive swiftness that was unique to her. The leonid could be a difficult nut to crack, and those with the hardest shells were always the worthiest to extract, a wise friend had once stated, but Khatiy eluded her efforts altogether tonight. She teetered back, suddenly free, but so stubbornly had she squeezed into the porthole that neither could Khatiy pull her into the chamber nor could she easily extract herself back to the dark sky. Hoping her struggle to unstick herself from her perch wasn’t too noticeable, Kannaka continued, “I came looking for you. What were you looking for? And who is…” The girl trailed off, uncertain if she should broach the topic, covering up the tense atmosphere with a great ruffle of her wings.


Khatiy’s eyes squinted again, perhaps making it clear that broaching the topic was not something she wanted to do right now. The image of Kannaka squeezed between the edges of the porthole was somewhat comedic to the Usaaman, but no smile came from her features. “Who is who? Byali?” Khatiy pressed, her claws gripping both of Kannaka’s wrists and forcing them away from the wood of the ship, or at the very least, she’d attempt to do so. Pushing backwards, she’d try to hold Kannaka by the wrists, suspended in the open air outside of the ship. “Byali.. Was a stupid, dumb little girl.. Just like you… And I ate her! Just like I’m going to eat you, and Suzuki.. After we have won this damned war!” Khatiy growled, though perhaps it was clear to Kannaka this time that part of Khatiy was just being sarcastic, perhaps even, funny. Part of her was certainly lying. Lying to avoid speaking about the individual in question. Khatiy releases the raven girl then, with no doubt in her mind that Kannaka will flutter her wings and fly.

“We are arriving. Find Old Lady Yi Nuo, and stay. By. Her. Side! No wandering! No stupid questions!” Khatiy growled at the bird as the distance between them grew. But it was only a few seconds later that the voices of Aaxir, Tiberius, and Rohen could be heard calling out in worry for Eleanor. Had something happened?

Khatiy sprang her lithe shape through the thin porthole, leaping out onto the temple area with the rest of the party, her cats following not too far behind. They found themselves blessed by a water-walking spell.

Interactions: Kannaka Fluff
Mentions: Kaida Beann

Spoiler: NERGAL

Had Eleanor stumbled into trouble? Khatiy's feline eyes darted quickly across the environment, assessing and analyzing the situation with almost computer-like speed. She felt Bastet's presence leave her, meaning the Goddess of Cats had physically manifested herself into the world, making an ever rare appearance. It was at that precise moment that Khatiy realized something serious had happened- serious enough for someone as vague as Bastet to decide to make an appearance.
"This is just like you, Eleanor! Careless, sloppy! What has happened to you?" Khatiy inquired, watching Tiberius, Aaxir, and Rohen move forward in search of her. They were closer, they could see what was transpiring.

...

A tiny, baseball sized kitten climbed up onto Paimon's shoulder. This kitten radiated with divine energy, and it was dressed in a very ancient set of Alkebu-lan armor, as tiny as the kitten itself. From her neck hung a golden Ankh, which immediately tells Paimon that this cat was the one and only Bastet.
"King Paimon-- What is the meaning of this? It was declared that you sealed Nergal away long ago. Have you lied to us? ... Or.. More likely, has a warlock broken Nergal free from his banishment? You must move carefully. Sinister forces are at play... Ready yourself for battle, the heroes need you. I will take care of dear Eleanor." At once, the kitten began its transformation, morphing into a very large, peculiar-looking feline, a species that none had ever seen before. It plucked Eleanor from Paimon's arms, if the god would allow it, biting the back of her shirt and carrying her away to safety.

The party did not have much more time to prepare before the one everyone called Nergal sprang into the air, infesting the area with deadly projectiles that began to rain down upon the heroes.

Khatiy's eyes tracked each and every projectile expertly. The lioness seemed unphased, confident, arrogant, even, that no projectile would touch her. For her eyes and mind had already made every necessary calculation from the moment she detected the projectiles in the air. A simple, confident spin to the side, first. To hide behind the wall of ice that Rohen had summoned. The cries of Tiberius filled the air. Taking a glance past the wall of ice, Khatiy spotted the gladiator as he was taken out viciously by those sinister projectiles. Not too far away, she could also spot the raging figure of Aaxir, who began to channel energy at an eplosive, alarming rate. It made Khatiy growl with frustration. No plan, no tact, no caution.
"Aaxir, stay yourself!" The lioness called out, but her words were useless, and she was forced back to crouch behind cover as a projectile slammed into the wall of ice, crunching away a large chunk of frost and snow. "Meat-heads... All of you! Always charging into trouble like an elephant... If anyone cared to listen to me, this war would have been over four years ago! Isn't that right, Orca?" Khatiy spoke to Rohen. "Cover us!" The Usaaman added as she dashed away from the wall of ice then, albeit the ground that Aaxir was currently tearing up was certainly a good form of cover for Khatiy to move as well.

With breakneck speed, Khatiy dashed through the explosive battlefield, leaping from water to rock, to water again, leaping into a stylish cart-wheel only to narrowly avoid a posinous projectile as she leapt onto Ruby's back, clinging onto the bear's fur, holding on for dear life. Cautiously, she leans her gaze forward and over Ruby, taking a peak at what was going on before ducking to avoid another projectile that is dispatched by Ruby.
"I know this Animal..." Khatiy thought to herself.
"Ruby?" Khatiy asked. It had been so long. Admittedly, the sentence that Khatiy spent rotting in prison after the battle had taken a toll on a lot of her memories. She'd all but forgotten about the existence of certain party members.
"Dong Mei is alive? She is here?" Khatiy asked herself again. She had been so self absorbed up to this point that she had not realized that Dong Mei, Arrian, Ragna and Freyr had rendezvoused with the party, having only spotted Azarea earlier at the library. She had not even noticed their scent.


Khatiy pressed both of her hands onto Ruby's shoulders, beginning to channel mana. Energy coursed through her spine as her Sage tattoos appear over the skin of her neck and cheeks, glowing softly with mana. "Sage Art: ... Beast Armory." Khatiy chanted lowly, allowing her Mana to coalesce across Ruby's head, paws, and shoulders. Worried by what effects the projectiles had on Tiberius, Khatiy made a quick decision to buff Ruby with a supplemental layer of protection, granting extra offensive capabilities to her claws as well. "Cover me, Ruby!" Khatiy barked, dashing away in Tiberius's direction.

The Sultan's cloak flapped dramatically as she landed speedily near Tiberius, bending herself and crouching over him. Ter Fuzen and Salbjorg land beside her, assuming a defensive position around the gladiator. As the ground beneath everyone fissured and trembled violently from Aaxir's rage, Khatiy and her cats utlize their sage arts to anchor themselves to the ground below, as brown, earth-colored mana bursts beautifully from their feet. "Tiberius--!" Khatiy barked as her hands held his shoulders steadily onto the moving ground, allowing all four of them to ride the moving chunk of earth into a safe distance, until they were no longer being moved by the fissures created by Aaxir. "-- do you take yourself for a comedian?! This is no time for naps. On your feet, gladiato--- ..." Khatiy was so full of adrenaline and mana that she had hardly noticed just how much damage Tiberius had sustained. He was in unimaginable pain, and it was only now that Khatiy's eyes witness the rot and damage that his flesh was sustaining. It was almost as if his meat was falling off his bones. "... Mbinguni... (Heavens...). "
"Nakayama!" Khatiy called out to Kai.

For a moment, Khatiy's focus had faltered, and she gazed up into the air. Projectiles were closing in-- she gazed back to Tiberius's body. Was the gladiator done for? She could not move his body, he was much too rotten to do so. At that instant, Khatiy contemplated leaping away and leaving Tiberius to die... But the two of them were so fortunate to have brave allies that they could count on. Two lionin eyes watched as Aurelia the archer sniped the malignant projectiles out of the air with impeccable precision, while the rest of them were suddenly incinerated out of the air by Aaxir's fire.

But the danger had not been dealt with. In the background, the crashing of fire, metal and rage boomed loudly as Polux and Aaxir descended upon the enemy with a vermillion wrath. Yet, it was clear that even here, at a marginal distance, they were still within range of the enemy's projectiles, and this was bad, because Tiberius could not be moved just yet. Khatiy knew at once that providing a safe triage zone for Kai to attend to Tiberius was of utmost importance. "Enthyskana!" Khatiy called out to the young dragon, her voice stark, determined, like that of a general of war who knew exactly what had to be done at any given moment. They needed a barrier.

Before anything else could be said or done, it was Bastet who arrived on the scene, dropping Eleanor's body a foot or two away from Tiberius's. "Leave it to me, Lady Khatiy. You will need the Child of Rhoda at your side if you want any chance of destroying Nergal. " Bastet explained as she morphed back to a more human form, a humanoid cat of black color dressed in royal Alkebu jewerly and armor. She slammed the edge of her Ankh staff into the earth, causing circles of divine mana to ripple through the fissures. From these colorful fissures emerge four Royal Sphinxes, heavily armoured defenders of nature. They quickly move to assemble a defensive perimeter around Tiberius and Eleanor as Bastet began to cast her magic. "Protect my Children from Evil, Sanctuary of Man and Beast!" Now, the fissures emanate divine mana, mana which coalesces into a powerful ward, locking down this area with a bubble of protection. "Nergal's evil energy cannot touch us within this Sanctuary. Go now, young heroes. Leave the fallen to myself, and to Bwana Wanga." The magic bubble is being channeled by the Royal Sphinxes. If anything were to happen to them, it is possible the bubble could falter.

"I will face the enemy. Keep them safe, Mother Bastet. I need Tiberius and Eleanor in my army when the time comes for me to slay Tiryan." Khatiy replied, mounting herself upon Ter Fuzen's back. Bastet shook her head. "Move with caution, young Sultan. Allow King Paimon to lead this battle. Obey his commands." Khatiy and her cats were gone in the blink of an eye, charging ahead back to Nergal.

As she charged back into the battlefield, Khatiy lifted an elbow to cover her facial features from the intense heat and destruction. She could not get close, the chaos was too explosive, too dangerous. Polux was out of control. Aaxir was determined to take Nergal down even if it meant taking the Well with him.

"Lord Polux! .... .. Aaxir!" ... Khatiy called out, to no avail. The battle raged on. as she and her cats circled around the zone of destruction. "We will assist our allies. Wait for the right moment, Queen Salbjorg." The Usaaman instructed her sabrecat, as Ter Fuzen would begin to climb one of the cracked temple walls, the sabrecats doing the same, taking the high ground and positioning themslves to pounce on Nergal when an opportunity presented itself, or readying themselves to be of help or intercept the enemy at a moment's notice.

Interactions: Paimon Nessi Rohen CasualTea Ruby Dovinique Tiberius Worthlessplebian
Mentions: Kai Bloody_Death Enthyskana Nano

 

[Nano]

Enthyskana Rhoda

Interactions: Arrian Midrick , Azaera Zariel

Mentions: Khatiy Kibaa

Just as a feeling of awkwardness drew her outstretched hand back towards herself, Enthy felt herself being crushed within another hug, this time lifting both Mei and herself off their feet. Arrian managed to squeeze a small squeak out of the dragon, but any potential embarrassment was drowned out by her laughter as the tall man briefly summarized his frustration towards his god’s antics.

Releasing Mei from her hug and allowing the brunette to bounce along with her offerings of pao to Kannaka, Enthy looked down at the bun in her hand and back at the candies that her friend had stuffed into Arrian’s hands. For a brief moment, she considered offering half of her share, but her sentiments were interrupted by the untimely arrival of a messenger with a summons from the King.

Though Nohea Keli’i’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on Enthy, she was quick to move on from the matter, merely marking him down as someone who clearly disliked the heroes. Any and all insults hurled at the heroes were forgotten the moment a familiar, comforting voice called out her name as they filed out of the throne room.

“Az-”

she attempted to say the name she’d missed hearing the sound of in return, only to find herself smothered in an affectionate embrace. It was Azaera, a dragoness whose aura was a bit fierce yet always greeted her with words and gestures that made her feel welcome all the same. As Enthy stared up at her older sister’s face, she was relieved to find that the dragoness still bore that trademark steadfast quality in those eyes of burnt gold. Though their respective gods insisted on nudging the two away from each other, her longing for kinship inexplicably drew her to the dragon who treated her with such warmth.

However, Enthy’s admiration for the older dragon mattered little when her eyes swum as Azaera pressed her with multiple questions.

“Um, I…”

she stuttered, shaking her head to regain her bearings,

“I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt too badly when we fought Morgana.”

If anything, she felt guilty for her inability to react fast enough to prevent Kai from getting hurt, despite Wanga’s favorite healing having been within a few paces of her.

“Morgana, she…she’s probably long gone from Hofn by now. She exhausted herself, but Faust made sure we couldn’t touch her.”

Enthy shook her head again, this time in an attempt to dispel Azaera’s growing animosity.

“We’ll encounter her again one day, but for now, that isn’t important. We all made it out of there, and I’m glad you’re here, too.”

Her voice betrayed a hint of shyness, and she attempted to cover it up by lightly tugging on the edge of Azaera’s sleeve and suggesting they move to a more appropriate location to catch up.

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In the days leading up to their next venture to the Well of Origin, it became painfully clear that the troubles plaguing The Isles’s King weren’t limited to his missing arm. Though his arm was returned to its original state after Kai had been given enough time to rest and recharge, the same couldn’t be said about the disease that was quickly sweeping its way through the outer islands and slowly penetrating into the main islands. The upbeat behavior of the residents of The Isles felt eerily hollow, a fragile mirage threatening to pop and deflate after one more disturbance.

Enthy was no doctor, and she wasn’t so arrogant as to believe that she could help when the best medical personnel in the nation were scrambling to identify remedies for the mysterious disease. The least she could do was ensure she stayed out of their way. Thus, she spent the remainder of the time in a somber mood, wasting away the extra time staring up at a blank ceiling rather than doing something productive until the heroes were called together to depart for the well.

When they had descended here last, there had been many more people by their side. As Ellie drew closer to the ancient well, the Child of Rhoda gazed forlornly out at the scenery, haunting in its eerie beauty, yet nonetheless an important part of the path Arlux and all of their fallen comrades had once walked. Preoccupied by the memory of a silver-haired woman who’d once squeezed her hand in reassurance upon sensing the dragon’s unease as they walked towards the Well of Origin, Enthy disembarked from the ship in complete silence.

The dragon continued to trail after the heroes numbly, eyes snapping back into focus only when her slow descent to the falls was interrupted by a panicked yell calling out to a cloaked figure down below.

A child? This far into a forbidden zone?

The hairs on the back of Enthy’s neck rose, tingling with a creeping sense of dread. Instinct screamed at her that something was terribly wrong, intensified by the hammering of the God of Truth’s blessing warning that the child was not who they appeared to be. Her nerves jumped when the child fled deeper into the road to the ancient well, Eleanor following suit.

“Eleanor! Stop!”

Enthy yelled, her warning echoing Tiberius’s and diving towards Paimon’s hero, fingers outstretched in a vain attempt to grasp at her shoulder. Neither the dragon nor her voice reached the brunette, eyes of ruby and citrine quivering in rising panic as she rolled out of her tumble. She gave chase, sword gripped firmly in hand and a spell ready upon her tongue, yet she remained a few steps short. An enraged roar screamed out a not unfamiliar name, answered by the playful lilt of a being whose small frame belied an otherworldly chill.

Nergal. The god of pestilence, thwarted by Bastet’s kin and vanquished by the hand of the Eternal King, yet there he stood, gazing down at the potential incubators of the plaguebringer’s favorite tricks with a vigor unsuited for one who was meant to be dead.

“Fall back.”

A cold voice brushed past Enthy’s ear, and the firm hand that suddenly fell upon her shoulder pulled her backward, instinctively leading into a small leap to retain her balance. In a singular, smooth movement, one hand pushed the young dragon away while the other caught the sword within her grasp. The tail of a white cloak drifted down, illuminated by the ripples of light cast by the barrier dancing about the sword tip shielding her and any others close by from the necrotic bite of Nergal’s assault.

Compared to the the young dragon who’d been protected by Veritas’s timely appearance, the gladiator closest to the plaguebearer’s rain had fallen, muscle and sinew rendered shriveled and putrefied as the poison began to greedily eat away at his flesh. Once again, she attempted to rashly lunge forward. Again, a hand pushed her back.

“Cease this foolishness, or I will strike you down myself.”

Veritas’s voice, stern yet unbearably impassive as he always was, bore down upon his chosen hero with a degree of pressure she hadn’t faced down since the time of Arlux’s passing. The subject of his address lifted her head angrily, her teeth creaking as she harshly bit down all the disrespectful retorts that threatened to spill from her throat.

Even as Enthy spotted Qin’s loyal steed steal Tiberius away from the maws of death and tuck him under the safety of Bastet’s protection, she cursed her god in her mind. She admired him, once having even dangerously believed him to be infallible, yet the divine being posturing before her now brought a singular question to mind:

What right did such a cold and unfeeling god have to judge mankind?

Veritas neither challenged nor acknowledged the hypocrisy hidden within her accusatory glare, merely turning away from the foolish dragon and closing his eyes as if in prayer.

“Travel forth with these blessings I bestow upon thee.”

The spell cocooned the heroes within a thin blanket of warmth, invigorating muscles, strengthening blades, and sharpening arrows. Though a modest blessing, it greeted them with a soothing thrum of energy which pulsed alongside the lifeblood within their veins.

“Aid your brother and the bearer of Bastet’s blessings. Observe and follow their movements,”

Veritas’s voice, full of authority, softened a fraction before he continued,

“I shall advance by your side.”

His sword remained by his side, poised and resolute in his promise to offer protection where needed.

Despite her god’s reassurance, his words would not completely will away Enthy’s unease, especially not when she could not see what expression he wore upon his face. However, now was not the time to ponder upon how to amend the unspoken words which had once hung precariously upon the charged atmosphere.

Enthy fell in step right beside Khatiy, allowing her presence to be known and as a subtle gesture that the Sultan of Usaama had her cooperation. Ivory white wings decorated with iridescent plumage emerged from underneath the shadow of the dragon’s cloak, carrying her into the skies above, avoiding the scorching heat and unstable footing within the domain of Aaxir’s rampage yet remaining close enough to dive in at a moment’s notice.

“Light, who sought a third future. Strength, a hellstorm to incinerate delusion. Destruction, the final chapter…”

A golden sphere flickered within Enthy’s palm, small yet radiating a brilliant light waiting to be released from the borders which contained it. She readied her hand, prepared to fire at Nergal if she saw an opening or burn away another of his onslaughts.

 

[Zariel]

As several days passed on the Isles, the anticipation among the heroes grew palpable. Chief Nohea had promised to guide them to the fabled Well of Origin, and the time had finally come.

There, spread before them like a jewel in the sea, lay the Well of Origin. It was a majestic sight, an aquatic amphitheatre nestled amidst the azure and jade hues of the sea. The central shrine, with its dome matching the colours of the surrounding waters, stood as a beacon of blessed piety. Watchtowers stood tall along the perimeter and overlooked the consecrated well.

The skilled mages of the Isles stepped forward, invoking a water-walking spell, which allowed the heroes to traverse the waters and approach the main temple. As Azaera set one foot onto the water's surface, she felt the surface ripple beneath her weight, yet it did not yield.

Though the she-dragon was at solace in the water and felt comfort amidst its depths, she chose to emulate the humans around her, forsaking her natural instincts. With a resigned sigh, she lowered her other foot onto the shimmering surface, feeling the cool embrace of the water against her bare skin.

For as long as she could remember, Azaera had often been mistaken for a creature of legend by wary sailors and pirates alike. With her sleek form and sinuous movements, she had been likened to a sea serpent or even a leviathan, her presence in the abyss evoking both awe and fear in equal measure. But despite the misunderstandings that often surrounded her, she harboured a deep affection for the ocean, its boundless expanse offering a sense of freedom that she seldom found elsewhere. Many a time had she glided effortlessly through the waves, her body twisting and turning in perfect harmony with the currents that carried her ever onward.

Eleanor stood at the forefront of the group of heroes, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. Despite the warnings of her companions, she was drawn inexorably forward by the unsuspecting cries of a juvenile human boy, his voice echoing hauntingly through the cavernous halls. It was unlike Eleanor, Champion of the Eternal King, to be so reckless. Azaera sensed a disturbance in her composure, a hint of unease that lingered just beneath the surface. But it wasn't only Eleanor who seemed affected; recently, several other heroes displayed a similar diminution in their mental state, their thoughts clouded, and their judgment impaired.

But few could predict the sequence of tumultuous events that were about to unfold. The air grew heavy with anticipation, charged with the promise of both peril and revelation.

Eleanor vanished into the dark of the temple, her form swallowed by the shadows that lurked within. Moments stretched into eternity as the others waited with bated breath. Then, just as suddenly as she had disappeared, Eleanor reemerged into the daylight, her once vibrant vigour now waning, her form cradled in the arms of the Eternal King himself.

Azaera's slit eyes narrowed.

But before anyone could ask questions, another figure burst from the chamber, his laughter ringing with a fiendish delight. With a wave of his hand, he conjured darts of foul sickness, raining them down upon the heroes with merciless abandon.

In the midst of the chaos that erupted within the ancient temple, the heroes found themselves besieged by a relentless onslaught of pestilence and disease. Despite their best efforts to evade the attacks, some among them were unfortunate enough to be struck by the putrid malice that emanated from the Plague God's vile darts. The sickness spread with alarming speed, devouring flesh and sapping the very life force from its victims. Even the battle-hardened Tiberius was not immune to the ravages of the plague, his once formidable strength faltering in the face of the insidious assault. But he did not succumb without calling upon the aid of his summon. With a resounding crash, the armoured titan Polux made his grand entrance onto the battlefield, his colossal mace gleaming with the fervour of battle.

With a poised determination etched upon her visage, Azaera raised her open hand, ready. In a single fluid motion, she swept her hand through the air, as if brushing aside the plague darts that dotted the firmament. For a brief moment, the air crackled with tension as time seemed to stand still. Then, with a low rumble that reverberated through the temple like the tolling of a funeral bell, a wave of dark fire erupted from thin air, arcing through the air like a scythe with deadly precision. The flames consumed the countless plague darts that pierced toward her with unrelenting ferocity. Each dart was incinerated in a flash of searing heat, reduced to nought but ash before it could find its mark. And amidst the swirling inferno, Azaera remained unscathed.

As the fight broke out in earnest, turmoil reigned supreme within the temple's hallowed halls. Some sought the shelter of magic barriers, their shimmering energy offering a fleeting respite from the onslaught of enemy fire. Others unleashed their own projectiles in a desperate bid for retaliation, their weapons glowing with mana as they sought to turn the tide of battle in their favour. And still, others relied on their nimble agility to dodge and weave through the deadly rain of plague darts, their movements a blur of motion as they danced on the edge of decay.

All of a sudden, the hairs on the back of Azaera's neck stood on end as the temperature began to rise rapidly, the ground trembling beneath her feet. With a sinking heart, she immediately recognised the terrifying power that threatened to consume them all.

Her gaze darted to Aaxir, her brother, standing amidst the chaos with a fierce determination marred upon his face. Pillars of fire erupted around him, casting an infernal glow upon his features. Azaera felt a pang of unease as she beheld the untamable fury burning in his eyes, a look she knew all too well.

Memories of her own wicked past flashed before her eyes, a time when she had been consumed by the same rage and anger, her very being transformed into a weapon of destruction. And in that moment, she understood that there was no quelling Aaxir's wrath, no calming the storm that raged within him.

Azaera overheard the panicked voices of several students cowering behind her, their frightened whispers betraying their ignorance and fear. Some of them mistook Aaxir's power for that of the enemy, their misguided assumptions threatening to tarnish her brother's reputation and honour.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Is he one of the enemies?!"

"I thought he was on our side!"

"I mean look at him... Does he look like one of the good guys to you?!"

Enough.

With a low growl of frustration, Azaera knew that she could not stand idly by and allow their ignorance to go unchecked. She solemnly slammed her tail against the chalk-white floor, the sound resonating like a thunderclap. The ground beneath her cracked and groaned under the force of her blow, silencing the loose-lipped students.

"Watch your tongues, humans!" she hissed. "You will not slander my brother's name! Is that understood?!" Azaera glared daggers. "Had it not been for Aaxir's flames, half of you would've already been reduced to a rotting corpse by now. Show him the respect he deserves, or face the consequences."

Without turning back, the black dragon conjured a ball of fire above her palm.

"But seeing as you all seem so confident, I think I'll leave you all to fend for yourselves," she said cynically, walking back across the water, away from the centre shrine. "Let's see how well you fare without us dragons protecting you," she added with her back turned.

Instead of joining the fray head-on, she called upon the abilities of her deity, to Flash Step atop one of the watchtowers that overlooked the battlefield, seeking a vantage point. Perched high above the chaos below, Azaera's fiery amber pearls scanned the battlefield. She had a clear view of the entire assembly of gods and heroes, their forms blurred in the heat of battle. Though her disposition was to prioritize the safety of Enthyskana, on this occasion, her attention was drawn elsewhere.

Across the sky, Aaxir, her brother, moved with a speed and ferocity that would leave even the gods themselves in awe. Like a meteor, he bolted across the heavens. And as Azaera watched him, a sense of concern gnawed at her heart, knowing all too well the dangers that lurked within the depths of his soul.

A dragon's wrath is truly a dangerous thing, but therein lies our true power. Only when consumed by our primal rage does our power reach its peak. Though she was worried for Aaxir, Azaera nodded her head, her resolve steeled.

Use it... Wield it... Control it... Show them, brother! Show them all... The true might of a dragon!

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"Should I join the fray?"

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No, not yet, the dragoness answered.

Dark flames erupted from her outstretched hand, their black and blue hues swirling and intertwining in a mesmerising display. Like tendrils of smoke, they curled and twisted, coalescing into a shape that was both familiar and fearsome.

From the very essence of her being, Azaera summoned her bow, its sleek form fashioned from her own scales. As she held the weapon aloft, she could feel the raw power coursing through it, surging through her body.

Azaera would prepare herself with a single breath. In, and out.

AZAERA​