As Lucia had continued walking down her desired path of choice, she then came upon a giant slide made out of trees or something, who really knows? Looking at the thing, she cautiously continued forward until suddenly a large disco ball fell from the sky and started flashing strobe lights all over the place. This was then accompanied by a large assortment of colorful arrows flying in front of her face, and arrows being painted on the ground to match the directions. Lucia then started to step to the beat and match the arrows perfectly as she went continued to dance dance. She was dangerously close to the edge while doing this, in fact her feet were often times off of the ground and hovering over the slide. Though at the very end of it all, the lights ended and a golden "PERFECT" was seen floating in the air. Leaping for joy at the accomplishment, Lucia landed on the edge of the slide, and nearly lost her balance, only to let out a sigh of relief saying, "man that was a close one." Wiping her brow, Lucia then started walking backward, for some reason, and slipped on the dirt floor, falling with her feet going out from under her, she almost fell completely onto the slide. However, only her feet were hanging off the edge, and so she was still perfectly fine. Then space itself warped around her and the slide and ground moved so that she was over top it now. Well that was unfortunate. With her legs tucked in and her hand on her hat to keep it there, Lucia let out a loud "weeeeeeeeeeee!" only to notice that the blond haired guy who was with them was sliding down next to her. Whoa. She had completely not noticed his presence for just about the entire mission thus far. Spooky. Very spoopy. However she still called out to him saying, "hey there Zwei, how are you doing? Do you have any idea where this leads to....or what a "measure of courage" is? I'm still a bit confused on that." She then saw Hasu on a different slide near them and used her free hand to wave at it him, yelling out, "hey there Hasu! I take it you just sort of stepped onto this thing too?!"
After having completely anihilated the imp demons, Stratos had heard one of his other teammates cry out for help with a situation they gotten themselves into. Turning around, Stratos saw this to be none other than Base, who had managed to get himself in quite the sticky- wait, already used...uh...In quite the perilous position, and he meant in a way that meant he was about to be killed, not the kind that [THIS MESSAGE WAS CUT OFF FOR THE SAKE OF THE CHILDREN]. Base would probably like the latter though, he was into weird stuff like that. While Stratos was about to go and see what he could do to help his comrade out, Beuce had somewhat beaten him to the punch and took out a good sum of the demons as well. As such, Stratos decided that they would be able to do alright, and turned his attention elsewhere. Immediately, he went to go attack some more of the horned demons, and he immediately had vaporized a four of the creatures, by way of giant column of light colliding and exploding on impact with them. Stratos then looked to the final of the of the demons that he charged into, and was waiting to see just what it would do. The beast looked at him, and its piercing red eyes suddenly started glowing. Stratos knew exactly what this meant, and dodge rolled to the side as beams of heated light had come out of the demon's eyes and set the area they hit on fire. That's right, it set rock on fire. However, this move came with a bit of a cooldown to it, and so Stratos able to punish the thing by firing off a blizzard spell at its face, though not killing it. OOC: Imp: 0/30 Horned Demons: 8/20 Brute: 0/10 Injured: Horned Demon 1: 1/5 Horned Demon 2: 4/5 Horned Demon 3: 4/5
Stratos had continued on with his fighting, when he suddenly felt as if a large weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't entirely sure what it was all about, however, he did know that with it gone, fighting these things fast would be a whole lot easier. As such, he twirled the keyblade around and faced the brutes that seemed to be on a terrorizing spree. Or rather, he would have. If not for the sheer hurricane force that was Karina who just sort of baralleled into them and cleaved them up with relative ease. Well, that was good. She seemed to be a nice tempo, and these demons didn't seem to be all that threatning. This was then followed up with a snail flying across the area and exploding, killing three more of the demons. Man, this mission was all kinds of nutty. Stratos gave a thumbs up saying, "nice flow you got going Karina. And Glen...uh...good job being resourceful?" Stratos then continued to go on his own sort of attack, and flew at the rest of the imp demons. However, he hadn't learned his lesson from last time, and as he tried to keyglider to them, he instead just sort of whizzed right past them and crashed into a building. Okay, not the greatest of entrances. However, he wasn't going to let this deter him! Stratos picked himself up, let the cherry blossoms fall from the sky, and just sort of slashed straight through the rest of the imp demons in a singular zantetsuken, causing a large spacial tear to appear over them, and the demons to explode into a dark fiery smoke, thus pronouncing their death. 0/30 Imps 20/20 Horn Demons 1/10 Brutes Injured: 2/8 Brute
The group had slowly descended downward into a forest after embarking on their pegasus princess and company, and were now on their way to find a measure of courage...wait what? As they got off of their trusty flying steeds Lucia turned to the other group members and was about to ask just what a 'measure of courage' was...because that was quite the ambiguous description. In fact, she was pretty sure a measure of courage was usually some sort of description of an event rather than an actual physical object. Then there was also the idea that it could have an object referred to as a "courage" and they just needed to take a ruler or something to it, and measure it...or something. While she was about to ask the group about it, she was briefly diverted by Hasu just sort of...doing something...and going his own way to search for the measure of courage elsewhere. Lucia was a tad baffled by it and just sort of said, "I'm going to go...that way, cover more ground and all" she pointed in the left direction. She then addressed the group and said, "also, let's meet back up here if we find anything of interest." Taking one of her knives, she lodged it in the ground and said, "this way we know where we started off." With that, Lucia had walked away from the rest of the group to go courage hunting. Oh! Maybe they were looking for a dog. After Charlotte said her piece, it was becoming evident that the girl, Calxiyn, had most likely gotten herself caught by whatever impassibility that was guarding this mountain. It was then that Ra had offered to go to the mountain on the group's behalf during this night time reprieve in order to fully scout out just what there was out there. However, Charlotte had decided to interject in this claim as well, saying, "Ra, I can not let you, in good faith, go on your own towards this mountain. If whatever was at that mountain had managed to stop and capture you, then we would be down one more person and no better off in this situation." She then thought more on it and said, "besides, if the moonlight is all we have to fear, then the canopy of the forest trees will provide a shelter quite unlike this tent here. As such, if you go, then I shall accompany you as well."
After having dealt with the imp demons that he was fighting, he realized that he had actually already thinned out about half of all the imps that were here. Well, this seemed to be going by much faster than he had originally thought it would be. With his pitchfork raised, the one remaining imp demon that he had knocked away earlier, seemed to want to stab straight through the young keyblade wielder. However, he was somewhat out of luck. While Stratos was definitely going to be able to handle the imp demon easily, as he had done with the last one that tried to one v one him, there was someone else here who was far more threatening than Stratos when it came to raw combat prowess. Coming in, quite in the likeness of a wrecking ball, Karina seemed to breeze straight through the imp demon, killing it almost as if it were completely unintentional. Like she didn't even notice the thing, it just happened to be in the wrong place at wrong time. Watching the little devil explode into a fiery puff of smoke, Stratos then continued to watch as Karina went on a tear against all of the demons. He watched onward as she went to go deal with the some of the bigger of the demons, the six foot tall hulking brute type ones to be more specific, and dealt with them with relative ease. Even the strongest of these creatures didn't seem to be a mash for the raw terrifying and, inronically, monstrous strength that was carried behind the strikes of Karina's keyblade. After those demons had been dealt with, Stratos continued to turn back and deal with more of these imp demons, as there still seemed to be a good deal of them left. Twirling his keyblade around, he saw that another group of eight seemed to be, rather than the normal charging and zergling rush swarm tactics, running away from him. It didn't seem so much as if they were doing it out of fear, as they were trying to go back to their original job. That being, terrorizing the village. This was quite like the whole defense of the ancients- er, defense of the dancing animals all over again. Realizing that he was going to have to go and hunt them down himself, Stratos got flung his keyblade into the air, turning it into a keyglider for him to hop on. Jumping on board, he took off at great speeds towards his foes, and made sure to keep any and all damage that they could do, down to a complete and total minimum. However, Stratos came in a bit too hot, and rather than gallantly leaping off his keyglider and heroically charging into battle with the wind flowing through his hair and his body shining in the pale, probably not really existent due to the clouds and overall darkness of the area, silver moonlight...he crashed right into the demon imps. Thankfully, the raw impact of his crash had caused a few of the demons to explode in a fiery smoke explosion, though it also had flung him clear across ground, and made him tumble past the imps. This had, however, left them stunned at the sight, giving Stratos enough time to recover and get back up and ready to kick some demon ass. After getting back on his feet, during mid tumble, turning it into more of a powerslide, Stratos then went to cleave through all of the imps at once in one fatal strike. With cherry blossoms falling from the sky, Stratos blinked forward, slashing through the crowd of imp demons. 7/30 Imp 20/20 Horned 7/10 Brutes Injured: Imp: 1/3
After having dealt with the first set of imps, Stratos was now ready and raring to keep going against these demonic foes. He noticed that the one he had bashed at the start of the fight had managed to recover, and hadn't poofed away in the classic smoke death animation that the others had. Well, guess there was some sort of left over to deal with. Flicking his keyblade up, Stratos pointed it at the injured demon who seemed to be slowly approaching him, almost hesitant to deal with him after seeing what he had done to the other seven he was with. However, it had eventually gotten over that, and scampered after the young keyblade wielder, jumping forward to stab him through with the pitchfork. Stratos wasn't the fastest of the bunch, however, the demon was moving rather slowly due to its sustained injuries. So all Stratos had to do was merely shift his body to the side, and while this did not completely evade the attack, the aerora barrier had absorbed what small amount of damage would pass through otherwise. Stratos then spun the keyblade over the imp, and then followed it up with a swift bash to the back of the cranium of the demon. With a resounding thud, the imp demon had been felled and exploded into a fiery smoke, thus leaving the world. Stratos turned around to see that while his completely climatic and dramatic showdown was going on with the imp demon creature, eight more had appeared and had circled him. They appeared to be into swarm tactics, and Stratos felt a bit silly not seeing this sort of situation coming prior to this happening. Regardless, he had enemies to deal with, and a good weapon in his hand to so with. Focusing for a bit, he realized he had about half of his MP left, and came to the conclusion that he using his magic recklessly would not land him in an ideal situation. But screw that, he had demons to blow up! As the imp demons continued to encroach upon his position, pitchforks held in the air ready to use and leaving no room for Stratos to escape, the young keyblade wielder decided to do something that he hadn't done in awhile. With his keyblade emanating a brown and white light from its tip and a brown aura appearing around Stratos he said, "Oh earthen forces, set those that would trample you ablaze." After saying that, a circle of mines formed around Stratos, that would have deterred anyone who knew just what they were. Thankfully, these demons did not fit that criteria, and so they continued to dumbly walk forward towards him. The little devils then stepped within the sensory zone of the mines, causing the earthen mines to let loose a large explosion, engulfing the imp demons. A good portion of them had been vaporized and turned into fiery smoke, leaving only three of the demons to be left to deal with the young keyblade wielder. He imbued his keyblade with ice as he let loose a vorpal blitz forward towards them. However, one of the imps went full on hero mode, jumping in the line of fire and used its pitchfork to absorb some of the damage. However, it was still felled by the vorpal blitz, and Stratos dodge rolled towards the one of the imps, knocking it away with a single strike of the keyblade. The last of the imps jumped at him, to which Stratos had simply preformed an aerial combo on the imp, killing it instantly and turning it into a fiery smoke. Spoiler: Demons Imps: 15/30 Horned Demons: 20/20 Brutes: 10/10 Injured: Imp: 2/3
After he had dealt with a fair bit of the heartless that were around, Stratos was looking at the rest of the hearpos and reptilian heartless. They still seemed relentless in numbers, even the tornado steps and poison plants. Stratos wasn't entirely sure how he and the others were going to keep all of the swamp like dancing monstrosities alive and well, when suddenly fire started raining from the sky. Giant balls of fire, a spell that Stratos could only assume was Firaga, came down, incinerating just about every thing that was touched by them. As all of the heartless started to evaporate and explode into dark puffs of smoke with hearts ascending into the sky, Stratos let out a great sigh of relief. Sitting down to catch his breath for a bit, Stratos looked up to see that the fireball slinger was none other than Beuce himself. Giving a thumbs up he said, "good job Beuce. Good to see you using that whole, true form thing, to its fullest." He then wondered about something for a bit. If Beuce's true form was that of a powerful mage, with clearly no physical prowess...why was Beuce also really physically strong? While he was pondering on this great mystery, the fifth piece that they were hunting for had appeared before them all. Well that was good. That just meant that they had two more pieces to hunt down and then everything would all be good. Stratos then started to wonder about how well the Stopza spell was holding up back at the tower, and if the brooms had come back to life and start wrecking all of the things in there. While he was also pondering on this sort of thing, the light from the musical piece had enveloped them all and they were soon in...well definitely not Kansas. They were, instead, on some sort of dark mountain that had overlooked a village. Stratos stood right back up as he got an uneasy feeling from the place. Sure enough, Mickey had said something about how he hadn't intended them to come here in the first place, and how he had absolutely no idea where they were to begin with. Well that just confirmed his uneasy feelings about the place. He then looked down and saw that there a bunch of weird dark creatures there. And these weren't the heartless variety of enemies either. "Come on guys, let's go deal with those things," he gestured down to the demonic creatures who seemed to be terrorizing the village down below. Jumping off the mountain a bit, he slid into the village and drew his keyblade in a flash of light as he charged after the demon creatures. Deciding to go with the small fry first, Stratos ran towards the smallest of the demons who were wielding the pitchforks. The Imp Demons. As he approached one of them, it turned towards him, and Stratos simply clubbed at the thing, sending it flying across the area. The next three imp demons decided to run at him, pitchforks at the ready to stab at him. Immediately calling up an aerora barrier around him, Stratos put his keyblade in front of himself in order to block the strikes from the little devils. He then pushed them back, and called down a thunder spell upon them. With the lightning raining from the sky, the bolts struck down on the demons killing them instantly as well. He then imbued his keyblade with ice, as he unleashed a vorpal blitz on the next set of three killing the three imps in the process. Stratos launched one last blizzard spell at the last imp he could hit, and then looked onto the next group he could fight. Spoiler: Demons Imps: 23/30 Horned Demons: 20/20 Brutes: 10/10 Injured: Imp: 1/3
The union had stood at the ready, determined to repel the imperial invasion that was threatening them. With sword and shield in his hands, the young union soldier, Paolo, gulped down any of his worries as he quickly charged alongside his comrades. With their blades clashing against the Empire's, each soldier seemed to be even locked in combat now. The young union soldier had managed to push the blade away and managed to get in a good cut on the torso of the enemy he was facing. The enemy, however, was not backing down yet, and with eyes of fury had started to bring his blade back towards Paolo. The union soldier managed to parry the blade with a swift bash from his shield, and then followed up with one final stab, his sword shining with light while doing so, straight into the chest of his opponent. Letting out a sigh of relief, the soldier then looked around and saw that his other comrades were starting to fall swiftly and surely. All of those he had come in to combat with were now long since dead. With a group of four other Olympian soldiers now coming after him, Paolo, shaking from the nerves, was ready to continue fighting onward. However, something had gotten in his way. Before he could get into a readied battle stance, a bolt from an imperial crossbow had struck directly in the knee. Collapsing almost immediately from the shattered bone, Paolo knew his days as a soldier were over. That was, if he was even able to get out of this situation alive. The soldiers were now encroaching upon his position, and he could do naught but start crawling away. He knew that the end was approaching, but yet he still could not give up the fight just yet. After all, he had to keep going so that he could make the sacrifice of all those who had helped him in his life actually mean something. Then, as if a miracle were to happen, their attentions were briefly diverted elsewhere. Following their gaze, he saw a man toting around and awkward looking sword, with a cape flowing in the wind. Empire soldiers kept trying to kill him, however their efforts were futile against him. Cutting them down by the dozens, the man then turned to see both Paolo and the empire soldiers there. As continued walking forward, Paolo knew he was to be saved right here, and with it, the empire soldier tensed as he approached them. However, the man stopped, put his sword on the ground, and slashed forward in an upward arc. From that, a large wave of fire was released straight towards the empire soldiers, and due to being right near them, Paolo. Everyone in there was engulfed in flames, and in terrible agony from the fire, their screams blended in with the rest of the crowd as their life had ceased. "Killing our allies won't make this go by any easier." A snake, perched on the shoulder of the man toting around the weapon, had hissed at him. The man then gave an evasive side glance, away from the snake saying, "my hand slipped." Ancel had continued walking across the battlefield, sword at the ready, as the empire soldiers just made it so easy for him. Generally they started to become more elusive as time went on, but probably because of the large crowd that was gathered around here, they kept coming at him. Wave after wave after wave. For example, the squadron right in front of him. Nothing more than just a four or five guys generic grunts sporting swords and shields, two having pikes, and just one guy in heavy armor toting around a giant ax. He casually walked towards them and said, a sly expression on his face as he said, "now don't make me all the way over to you guys. Because then you might just die from the suspense." Looking towards each other, the group charged at him, and hefting up his sword, formerly that he was just dragging along, he swung forward akin to doing something that a batter would do when going for a home run. While the one of them brought up his shield to parry it, the sheer weight of the blade managed to crumple the shield almost immediately and the man behind it had the blade wedged into his torso. Ancel proceeded to let go of the sword, as he lunged forward and punched one of the advancing pikemen in the gut. The next pikeman, right behind him, was surprised as a snake shot out of Ancel's cape, coiling itself around the the mans neck and strangulating him. Ancel proceeded to roll backwards as the other swordsmen were advancing on him, going back to the first one and retrieving his blade. Hoisting it out of the body, Ancel quickly ran towards the group of people when came to a short stop and swung it from the up, causing another pillar of flame to rage out and engulf them. The snake had made it back to Ancel, after having killed the pike user, and the two were immediately swung at by a large axe. Simply raising his blade to take the blow, Ancel looked to his companion and said, "Medea, if you would." The snake hissed in response as it slithered off of Ancel's body and onto the wrist of the ax wielder. His wrist giving way under the pressure, the ax wielder had loosened his grip tremendously, allowing Ancel to easily knock the ax out of the man's hand, and cave the man's skull in with a heavy swing. Medea, the snake, had slithered back on to Ancel's person as the two watched the Olympian Thrones descend from the sky. As Ancel saw this, a wide smile came over his face and his eyes lit up, only for Medea to hiss, "no, we are not capable of fighting them. Now is the time to retreat Ancel." Not really bothering to heed his companions advice, Ancel continued walking forward through the chaos, straight towards the thrones. Passing by a union soldier and empire soldier fighting, he swiftly grabbed and bashed both of their heads together with tremendous force as he said, "come on, it'll be fun. Don't worry, there's no way some "godlike" entities can kill me." Medea sighed as she said, "Ancel, if you do not retreat now, I will rob you of your oxygen and I will drag your unconscious body through this battle myself." As another Imperial Soldier came running towards him, Ancel simply pushed both of his fingers through the man's visor, poking his eyes in the process. As the man let out a scream, Ancel simply silenced him with a swift chop to the neck as he pondered on the threat. Eventually letting out a sigh he said, "fine, I don't want to go through that again. Buzzkill." Turning around to start running back to the goddess, he asked his serpentine comrade, "can we at least take the scenic route?" "But of course." ------ Having stayed back at the castle gate, Iota saw it fit to keep guard here so that there would be at least some form of defense here, lest the enemy break through. She had been paying attention to the fighting this entire time, and honestly, the more like a regular soldier a person looked like the more incompetent and inept they were at their job. It wasn't long before the enemy had finally managed to break into the courtyard, to which the woman had noticed a man with a trident taking on the invaders quite easily. As he rushed out, however, more Imperial Soldiers had taken the old one's place. Jumping into action almost immediately, Iota jumped down from the ramparts and halted the invaders progress. Drawing her blade and pointing it at the imperial invaders, she said, "you will go no further fools." The squad of eight generic sword and shield soldiers seemed to laugh at the long swordswoman's declaration. One of them stepped forward and mocked her. "Oh, and I suppose you think you can take us all on by yourself? That's a good laugh that is, you should comeback with us and become a right good jester for the Thro-" before he could finish his sentence, Iota had closed the distance between her and the man and silenced him. His mouth was held agape as sword was piercing through his mouth, coming out of the back of his head. Removing the blade from the enemy's mouth, the body collapsing to the ground in the process, the other soldiers seemed horrified as an intense glare was seen coming from Iota's one visible eye. While they seemed to hesitate, the white sword wielding woman did not, and ran forward once more, slashing through one more of the soldiers almost immediately. While the other six had gotten over their fear of Iota and blindly rushed at her, only for Iota to slash once at one of their throats, and five more streaks of some white mass to appear over the throats of the others. Within in an instant, all the soldiers had died. Seeing that the Olympian Thrones had descended, she knew now was the time to retreat and guard the goddess as closely as possible, and as such, ran out of the courtyard back into the castle. As she was running through the extremely dull, gray, and repetitive halls in the castle, she noticed the man with the trident earlier running in an odd direction. "You there!" She shouted over to him, "Where the hell do you think you are going? I don't know what business you have running towards the dungeons, but the goddess is the foremost priority we have, so go there." After yelling at him, she continued on her way towards the goddess's room.
Name: Paolo Rodriguez Age: 18 Appearance: Paolo Faction: The Union Race: Human Pact Partner: N/A Pact Price: N/A Weapon: Hero's Drive (Longsword) Weapon Magic: Valorous Strike: His blade glows and his attacks are stronger. Sharpness: Fine Weight: 2.2 Kg Reach: Long Material: Steel Spoiler: Weapon Lore Long ago there existed a small village, oppressed by the reigning king. This village was under constant pressure from the king, as he had demanded from them unreasonable tax after tax, that only seemed to increase as time went on. Sickened by this, a lone man had decided to step up to the plate, and fight for his people. Walking over to the king, he had asked him to simply stop the heavy taxation upon them, and make a more reasonable one at that. The king, laughing at the gesture, had refused almost immediately. The man had then declared the village independent of the king, never to again give him taxes. The king, outraged by this, had decided to take the people back by force. Try as they might have, the lone man had repelled wave after wave of the king's soldiers, armed with nothing more than a simple sword, safeguarding his town for the years to come. Because of this, the town had begun to prosper, and the king had eventually exhausted all of his resources in both trying to take back the village and with the lack of their income. Eventually, the king was removed from power, and a new, more benevolent king rose to power. The village then welcomed themselves back into the kingdom, and the man, knowing he did a job well done, had left for parts unknown. From then on, he went to save any and all who would find themselves in need of a savior. Biography: Paolo grew up in a middle class small town. It was more or less isolated from the rest of the world, and so they were able to live in peace for a good time. Paolo had learned how to use a sword at a young age and always had the heroic vision of becoming a knight in his head. As such, he was taught under the best swordsman in the village, allowing him to truly grow into the heroic figure he wanted to be. Everything was fine, until the Empire had attacked and started razing village after village all in their conquest to get to the goddess. When they had finally come to his village, Paolo wanted nothing more than to fight. However, his mater realizing the hopelessness of the situation, decided to send the boy away. While reluctant at first, he was eventually forced to leave as his master held back the forces of the Empire as best he could, with other members of the village getting in the way of the Empire in order to buy Paolo more time. After a long time of running, he had finally made it to the Union's stronghold, where he was greeted by a noble knight who had taken him in and groomed him to be the proper fighting force to help stop the empire. Theme: Short Change Hero
Lucia had mostly just sort of listened to the whole story as it happened, with her attention briefly drawn away due to Thomas and Scarlett's interaction with each other. While she about to go over and give the boy a good piece of her mind, Scarlett had done the job well enough and Lucia couldn't help but just nod in approval at the actions...wait...backstory, that was something important being told right now. Realizing she had gotten a bit lost in it, she was glad that Hasu was able to fill in any holes that they might have had and realized, or rather solidified the already apparent idea, that Wenlock was not the smartest shopper in the sorcerer shop...wai- Before she could think more on that analogy, it was then that the group was given a grand quest to create some sort of wand of light or something. She looked at the winged horse, actually person, thing, and said, "Well no need to be such a pessimist Peggy! We'll build this wand thingy no problemo." It was then that she realized something odd about the ingredients..."So what the hell is a gem of ice? That just some sort of...chunk of ice? And wouldn't it melt in the fire...?" She thought about this some more and then just decided to agree with Thomas, after he mumbled something, in saying, "yeah, let's just do this." Charlotte was a tad disappointed when Dale had suggested that they not attempt in destroying the moon. That celestial body was most certainly the source of the curse, and so she would have delivered swift justice upon it. Though superiors were superiors and orders were orders. Walking a bit reluctantly to the tent, giving one final glare to the moon before getting in, she listened to what Dale and Garret had said, before responding with her own thoughts. "Ander, I would say it's far too early for us to assume that we are simply immune to this curse. After all, these people live here and have thus been under its influence a grand deal longer than we have, so its effects are more obvious in them at the moment." She then continued by saying, "though we all know that the temple is our current goal and thus can't be deterred by any sort of vague warning these villagers might have given us. No matter how hard it is to approach, nor any sort of being that guards will be able to stop us from investigating that temple." After she said her piece, there was still something else that was bugging her. "Now, there's still the matter of our missing teammate. After all, she took off and now has no way of knowing where we are, nor do we know where she is. So how would you all like to approach this problem?"
Great Forest Land of Dragons Olympus Coliseum Cite de- WHAT THE FUCK MAN As Dane had stated all of the reasoning behind his actions, Lucien just sort of had a questioning look on his face, and when Dane had said he was not stupid Lucien couldn't help but mutter,"seriously doubting that." It was that the man seemed to be enraged at Samsadi for being...well herself. She then decided to be friendly towards Alisia only to be swiftly rammed into by Dane. Lots of yelling and interpersonal relationships happening blah blah blah and it was all really exciting. As Samsadi ran after Alisia, who was trying to make a grand get away. He sighed, knowing that she was basically doomed anyway, and opted out of trying to help her in anyway. Though he still looked at Dane and just made a small quip."Man, you really know how to treat a girl right. Quite the lady killer if I do say so myself." He then started to walk forward before saying, "I'm just gonna go ahead and see if this cave or whatever is ahead, I'll leave behind a bed crumb trail so you can follow, if you so wish." He started walk forward, picking up a branch and using that to break the branches. He decided to call out to the more inactive members of the group as he walked along, saying, "yo, Jules, Audrey, stop being completely irrelevant. Bart, we already have the mind rapist slot filled, not an easy position to usurp so it might be more worth it in the long run to give it up. Spoopy, keep doing what you're doing." As he kept walking along, he forgot to include to yell at Samsadi for having situationally convenient knowledge, but eh, the moment was lost. And as such, he just kept walking along until they ultimately got stopped by something. Jackie awaited with bated breath for the response from her traveling companions. It was soon that she had learned their names. Freya and Lexcifur. Hm, those names sounded familiar. The more she thought about the names, the more recognizable they had become. After omitting a letter and reranging a few in Lexcifur and after thinking about Freya spelled with a j, she had finally figured it out. Those were simply names she had heard in legends of old and not really relevant to anything here. The only thing that it told her about them was that these two were obvious badasses after being named after such mythological badasses. It was then that Lexcifur seemed to get flustered and his face became red, and ho no it was not from the cold. She listened to both of them speak and realized just what the situation between the two was. Lexcifur, the childhood friend enamored with the girl next door, couldn't seem to get his feelings out in a way that didn't seem insulting. And why was that? Why it was because he was best friends with her brother. And why did that matter? Because Freya clearly had romantic feelings for her brother and Lexcifur knew about this and thus, not wanting to cock block his best friend but unable to tell the girl he cares about, it could only manifest itself as unresolved sexual frustration. So clearly Freya and her brother were the ones at fault in this situation. Poor Lexcifur. Nodding to herself as she had come to this conclusion, she snapped back to reality and said, "oh, I see. Sorry to, uh, imply anything. Yeah." Thinking it would be best to clear the topic, for Lexy's sake, she continued walking down the mountain until they came to a small clearing with a small encampment there. As she looked at it, out of her peripheral she saw there was...a cave. Wow. That was fast. Just a short walk down the mountain really. Not to mention the shock over actually seeing a cave this time had overcome her a bit. She pointed at it and said, "look guys, it's a cave. I've only heard legends about them being in this legend." She started thinking more on this and realized it seemed too easy. After all, it was really close to the drop off point. Turning to the group she said, "do you guys want to go in? I mean, it could be a trap set for us to get...trapped or something bad." Rinox simply stood by as Gwen had gone to sign them all up for the tournament. Not to mention everyone else seemed to be in agreement for this, save for the one person whose opinion he hadn't heard at all, so it all worked for the best. After that, Hunter boasted about his little schpeel about how he would be able to do this single handedly and everyone would be riding off his success to which Rinox simply nodded and said, "indeed. I don't know how far I'd be able to get through this without your magnificent help." After he made his comment, a vacant boat had floated across the body of water and seemingly awaited them. He gestured to it saying, "shall we?" After the group had stepped on board they were ferried across the water, and were soon inside the coliseum type area. The arena itself was nothing special, just a sort of circular blue area with blue fire lighting the area. Not to mention the ambient mist that seemed to cover the area. A large sign appeared on the opposite end of them, saying round one, with the gate below it opening. Small orbs of mist suddenly escaped from it, and then floated into the ground. Out from there, these spectral looking beings, akin to a decaying corpse, crawled out of the ground. As the ghost corpses started shambling towards them, Rinox simply gestured towards them saying, "well, it would appear that these are our opponents." After Charlotte had given her say in the matter, one of the people seemed to opt out of helping their cause, and while he seemed pained to say so, she could not entirely fault him. The darkness that radiated from their opponent had seemed rather imposing, and the life of a hero of justice, guardian to those who could not stand up for themselves and fighter of the lawless, was not for everyone. While she had accepted this, the man in the dark armor did not. He seemed to be rather angered at the entire situation, and it was obvious that these two had a long history together. Just sort of standing there, not wanting to interject on the dispute between these two, she smiled a bit as the blue haired man changed his mind. It seemed like they were quite the force that would not stand for the injustice of Dane, though there was still the matter of the dark man (in aura alone, he was pale as a ghost on the outside,) and so they would have to wait and hear his opinion. However, before he could say anything, a new arrival had appeared. She didn't seem to sense any darkness in him, none at all. And while this may have been a welcome sign, given the crowd she had been with since the start of this journey, were it not for the fact that he was perhaps one of the most vile beings she had ever bore witness to. As he so callously wiped out the population of the town, rage filled her as he agreed with her comrades here. "Aye, we shall fell him here and now before he is able so mercilessly and unjustly harm another living being." Drawing her blade, wings of light erupted from her back, as she preformed a non light charged sonic blade at the man.
OOC Sheet Name: Iota Age: 265 Appearance: Yo Faction: The Union Race: Elf Pact Partner: N/A Pact Price: N/A Weapon: Spectre Blade (Katana) Weapon Magic: Devil's Banter - Can create five "slashes" made of white dark energy that happen simultaneously alongside a regular slash. Weight: 2 kg Sharpness: Fine Reach: Long Material: Ivory, Steel Spoiler: History In a land far away from the country of Olympus, there exists a land more separated into islands that is a veritable breeding ground for monsters. Those who live there are that which live in constant fear of being torn apart, from stepping outside of their towns. And so, they were barred in and armed to the teeth for when any sort of creature would come there way. There was a singular person in there who sought to break the status quo of this and trained themselves to rid the world of these monsters. As such, they had needed a weapon that could strike through any and all, a weapon that would last until the wielder themselves had drawn a last breath. And so, this such person had used materials from various monsters until finally they made a glorious white blade that was unrivaled by any on the island. This person, with their monster forged sword had set out to deal with the monsters at their very heart, and kill them where they called home. It was a fierce battle that ended with the warrior very injured but successful. At the end of the day, the monsters had been dealt with and their home had been destroyed, never to continue reproduction again. However, while the warrior was far and away from the village they had come from, upon returning they were greeted with an unwelcome sight. While they were gone, the monsters who were not in their home had raided and razed. While the circumstances were unclear as to how this happened, the warrior simply killed all the remnants of the monsters and moved along with their life. They searched far and wide for a new place to defend from any sort of danger that would threaten the world and those who lived in it. Biography: Not much is known about Iota. She came from a land unknown to any, and was simply a wandering vagabond who seemed to have no relation to any being within Olympus. For reasons unknown, this person seemed to want to stop the Empire from taking over the world, and had joined up with the Union soon after her known existence on this continent. She proved herself to be a rather worthy combatant against the Empire and a favorite with a few men in the church taking a shine to her after single handedly clearing out a Imperial Sub-human encampment with little to no effort. Theme: Song
Name: Ancel Sulecna Age: 23 Appearance: Here we go Faction: The Union Race: Human Pact Partner: Serpent Pact Price: Mercy and Compassion (pact mark is over left side of his chest) Weapon: Jotunheim's Finger (a greatsword) Weapon Magic: Song of the Angel (creates a large wave of fire to go in a linear direction.) Weight: 45 kg Sharpness: Edged Reach: Very Long Material: Bronze, Iron, Steel, Bizmuth Spoiler: History Once upon a time there was legends of a mighty dragon that blazed across the sky, causing a massive conflagration of destruction in its wake. On that dragon rode a man who had caused more blood to run than there is water in the world. This duo had a bond forged by fire and war, and had become known as the enemy of all humanity itself. Living in fear that this duo would lead the world, a group of blacksmiths had come together to forge a weapon strong enough to fight off this threat. They worked tirelessly, finding materials that would be strong enough to pierce the dragons skin, and smash the human's weapon. With the materials found, and framework completed, the blacksmiths had happily rejoiced as their long awaited weapon was nearly done. They had only come across one problem; there was no fire they could conjure to bond these materials together. As they pondered this dilemma, it was then that a mighty roar could be heard from above them, as a fire that could only belong to a dragon flooded the area and scorched everything within it. The dragon's fire had been sufficient in forging the blade and all those who worked on it were no longer of the living. However, not content with this, the vengeful spirits of the smiths had possessed the blade, giving any and all who wield it a desire to enact revenge against all those who wronged its wielder. Biography: Spoiler: Drakengard! It's a long one... The Sulecna family had always been one that was rather well liked in the Empire. Their philanthropic actions and their efforts in keeping the world a safer place overall, had been known to most. The family was one that had a virtue of honor, duty and humbleness. Despite their overall good tidings towards all mankind, they were not liked by everyone. Instead, there were those who would see them as a threat to the reigning bodies of power, and wanted the Sulecna family to be one that would no longer have any bearing on the world. When he was two years of age, Ancel's father was suffering from nasty rumors that were spreading around the empire. Finding the source of the rumors, Ancel's father challenged the slandering family to a duel between the two heads of the house. Both wielding blades provided by the challenged household, the two heads engaged in their duel. However, things went far too well. Within a single strike, one that barely broke the skin of his opponent, the slandering family's head had suddenly collapsed, frothing at the mouth, pronounced dead. It was soon revealed that the blade Ancel's father was using was coated in a potent poison, and his victory was nulled. His honor besmirched and family name fallen from grace, the duel was treated as though it were a planned homicide, and Ancel's father was executed only a few days later. From that point on the family had been the victim of several more rumors that, while false, were starting to become more believable due to the Father's alleged underhanded tactics. When he was of four years old, the family had lost any and all of their wealth, and the family themselves, a mother, three sons and one daughter, were forced into one of the Empire's labor encampments. Their labor consisted of working in a mine, digging for minerals and gems day in and day out with only the bare minimum to survive. When evaluating the family, the daughter was found to be too young to be a proper worker and none of the men had taken a fancy to her. She disappeared after they figured this out, and it was said that that night, the foreman of the labor encampment had a more filling meal than the usual. While the family worked tirelessly, the mother, often more bruised and miserable than the last seemed to be having a much greater strain of fatigue take place on her. It was soon apparent, as her belly grew larger, that she was pregnant, though still worked through this regardless. When the time of a childbirth came along, neither the mother nor child survived. Both Ancel and his brothers were taken advantage of during this time as well, by superiors who had differing tastes from the norm, and still worked themselves to exhaustion all the while as well. While the middle child eventually collapsed and died due to fatigue, the eldest one had been killed in a failed attempt at causing an uprising. Ancel, the only one left, had continued to work over the years with his rage, dissent and all negative emotions being repressed in order for him to merely continue existing. This mundane and torturous existence had continued for ten more years until one day a serpent had slithered into the caverns. Seeing this young boy who had been wrought with only misery and rage, the serpent had whispered to him all that he needed to hear. The serpent had a bone to pick with the empire as well, his poison being long since forcibly extracted from him, wished to forge a pact with this deprived boy so that they may get their vengeance together. Accepting in a heart beat, the boy had begun his vengeance upon his captors. While exhausted from work, the pact had compensated for this, and the strength he had built from mining all these years was finally able to be utilized to its fullest. Within a day, the encampment was liberated and all of the former captors dead. The duo had since been on countless crusades, hampering the Empire's progress in any way they could, no matter how menial, until finally they heard of Olympus's conquest to take down the goddess. As such, the man had decided to join the union and work his way to become one of the most fearsome soldiers in it in order to effectively fuck over any and all of the empire's plans as best he could, in addition to this being probably the most effective way to slaughter the empire. Theme: Lost + Lies In Reality
After Ao had asked his question he merely waited there for the others to do their introductions. So, there was a Glen, a Winter and a Saino that was here. Well they were certainly the multicultural bunch of names, that they were. As Glen had asked if any of them had ever been to the park prior, Ao responded with, "personally, this is the first I've ever even heard of this park." Granted, this may have been due to the response that followed from the big wigs, who seemed to be wanting to keep this whole operation on the down low. Nevertheless, the monorail that they had been on had eventually come to a grinding halt. Gaining some air as all forward momentum had stayed present, Ao hit against a wall, seeing a few stars before shaking his head and getting his vision back to normal. Afterwards, he just sort of continued onward and listened to all the details on just what this park had to offer. After the exposition was done, Ao took a good look around the area. It was quite large in scale, and looked like it could be quite the fun place to visit. Granted, he was getting a bit of an unsettling vibe from the place. After all, it was so big on grandeur, and yet was fairly empty, making it feel like more of a ghost town than anything else. Well, it was their job to make it feel less creepy so that was to be expected. Waving to the newcomer of the group he said, "hey there Ula, was it? Glad to have you as part of our merry gang of Park Fixer Uppers. I'm Ao, that dude with the odd sense of colors is Saino, the dude with the colors in direct opposition to mine is Glen and the only other female we've got is Winter." He pointed to each person as he said their names. He then nodded at Saino's suggestion saying, "good idea. I'll go see if I can find out anything too." With that Ao left the group to go find the ultimate source of information. Ao Approached Dug Walking over to the dog, he bent down and was like, "hey there, you. Dog. How are you doing? I was just wondering, if you had noticed anything strange around here lately or, had any idea if there was anything out of the ordinary." Ao was no fool. He knew that animals were far more in tune with nature and the current state of things than humans were. So obviously, they must no where all the bad mojo in the park was coming from. Now, how he was going to get these answers, well, that was not something he'd thought of yet...okay. Maybe he was a bit of a fool.
Land of Dragons Cite Coliseum Great Forest Stratos As they had come into the world Jackie and Blanc were completely ignored by their multi-colored female and freakishly armed (in a literal sense) compatriots. Well that was annoying to deal with, to say the least. Pouting Jackie simply followed the two and continued to examine looking at where they were. A large, snow covered mountain. Hm, thinking more on this, Jackie soon realized that it was actually really cold up here. She looked at the clothing she was wearing, and figured that perhaps this was not the best attire to be wearing right about now for a snow covered area. Except the scarf. This was about the only place she'd ever been where the scarf actually provided much needed warmth. Keeping up the image of a heroic adventurer type, having an accessory of clothing flowing in the wind, was certainly a hard job. Granted, over the years, she had received a rather negative reception for her choice of neck wear, almost as if people were certain it was a sign of bad tidings. Wait what was she thinking about before? Who cares! As the snow crunched beneath her feet, Jackie decided that they would probably need some form of pastime before getting down to where any magical hero holding cave would be. She then thought of good discussion topics when suddenly she remembered something by looking at both of these people. "You two! I remember now!" She pointed accusingly at the duo. "You're both...the people I yelled at for being anti-social and not giving out your names. So then! The only thing I think we can do here is rectify the situation. Right. Now." Her gaze narrowed at the both of them, before returning to its usual jovial one, saying, "I'm Jackie, and this here is Blanc," she pointed to the white color schemed friend, who seemed to somewhat blend in with the surroundings, who simply waved back to them. "Pleasure to be making your fellow adventuring acquaintance." After introductions were out of the way, she then thought of another discussion question. Backstory! It was always important to familiarize yourself with the backstory of your fellow party members, so that you can gain a sense of trust of them. This trust may or may not be ripped out later by some horrible reveal, but Jackie tended not to think of something like that happening. "So you two, where'd you both come from? I'd assume it's the same place given that you've been chilling with each other this whole time. Unless you both met each other in some sort of romantic fateful encounter in the midst of adventuring?" That would be pretty swell if they did. As Charlotte had stepped into the new world, it was something that was quite like the last world they had been in. As in, it was a city, and had a massive building that towered over all else. That was about where the similarities ended. Before the group was able to begin their exploration of the city, it was then that the red haired man, Xander, bolted in front of the rest of the group and quickly pleaded his situation. He spoke of how the man, Dane, had gone and kidnapped the little white haired girl, Alisia, was being held against her will with him. As the other two spoke, she said, "I agree in taking down that cur. I knew I sensed a foul darkness from him," she then looked at Zavion and Ghost and followed up with, "no offense." She then addressed everyone as she said, "I believe now would be the best time to strike at the man, while he is separated from the others. This way we will minimize the amount of people he may convince to be on his side and the faster his presence is erased the better all the worlds will be." After stepping through the dark corridor, they were greeted with sight of a large gaping opening into this world's version of hell. Well that was interesting. It had appeared that everyone was willing to start going into here, thinking that this would be where the hero would most likely be. Well, at least they had chosen an actual cave rather than a metropolitan area as opposed to last time. Speaking of which, it had appeared that the silent boy who was with them last time had appeared as well. Lots of familiar faces to be seen here. Then finally there was the matter of Gwen's weapons suddenly becoming...different. How curious, people who had these strange trigger based weaponry seemed to be cropping up all over the place. My how technology changed in 2000+ years...or didn't. Regardless, after the group had all walked into the Underworld, the first thing to note was the giant flaming ring like building that was in the middle of a giant lake. Upon further inspection, there seemed to be a sign up sheet near the edge of the lake, for something called "The Hero Cup." Looking to the rest of the group he said, "well, this looks promising for our goals, now doesn't it?" He personally had no hope for this being the way to find the hero, but if everyone was insistent on becoming one, well then this was perfect for them. As Lucien had continued to walk forward, he noticed that...no one else did. Oh for fuck's sake. Looking at the scene before him, he noticed that, surprise surprise, it was all thanks to that classy man of the hour. Dane. Looking at the scene that played out before him and just hearing that man speak, good lord, he had managed to do something Lucien thought was impossible. He managed to annoy him more than Hunter did. As he watched the small genocide of animals take place, he audibly groaned as he looked at the both of the asscats responsible for this and said,"listen, Dane, Chalk, I know you two are both busy being two tools in toolbox, but at least feign interest in our actual overall group objective. I know it's hard, given that you both have zero motivation in the first place, but that's what you get when you decide to join a hero hunting party."He was about to turn around and go on a walk in whatever direction he'd be taken when he looked back and said, "oh, and please keep the genocides down to a minimum. We want something like a phantom bullet or a sword of god to suddenly come out of nowhere and break those pretty little skulls of yours because you decided to be a bit too rowdy."As he said this, his glance shifted to a rustling bush before saying, "anyway, let's get a move on people. Alisia, don't bother burying these things, they're bio degradable anyway. If the time interval between visits to this place are as long as this one to the last, I'm sure they'll be one with nature by the time someone else comes here." Stratos was not entirely sure that throwing things into the trash bin was how one filed papers. I mean come on, at least have the decency to throw things out into the recycling bin. Stratos decided to take the time that Beuce was taking up by ranting about Chinese food, by setting down the papers just sort of, on the floor. He wasn't really sure what do with them, but he was sure they'd find their proper place on their own one of these days. It was that Beuce said something about seeing a zombie when Stratos, looking a bit wary, said, "the thought of you causing a zombie apocalypse is a bit unsettling." His expression than reverted to normal as he said, "but you're going to do it anyway, so sure, let's see it."
After Jackson handed off the orange to her acquaintance, she continued to listen on to what the details of Canna's good old job was. It was good that she seemed to come in towards the tail end of the job, however, she seemed to stop speaking as her focus acted as if it were in a completely different place. As she waited for her focus to readjust back to her, she started going over the contents of her fruit bag. Lots of oranges and apples, really. Looking out, she wondered if these two fruits compared in anyway, when she noticed that Canna had a nice scrape on her arm. Wondering if there was anything she could offer for it, Jackson realized that the only real thing she had to offer was fruit, and that was probably about as effective as salt. It was then that Canna said something about getting paid, and Jackson's eyes lit up as she bounded out of her seat. Taking a gentlemen's bow and speaking with as formal as voice she could muster, she said, "Well M'lady, point me in the direction, give me my task, and I shall gladly carry it out with as much haste as possible." Taking a side glance she quickly said, "property damage may or may not happen in the act." Standing back up straight she then returned to normal and said, "but actually, whatcha need Red?" Here, within the rafters of the bar stood a being of sheer excellence. A being who had been simply waiting, watching, observing the scene that had occurred. There were people flooding into the bar, people who were bad mouthing each other, people who seemed to be ready to fight. He would simply wow them with his sheer brilliance and then they would be too captivated by him to simply worry about each other. Yes, this was a perfect plan. Nodding to himself at the intelligence behind it, he was about to belt out his speech to notify the people of his existence...but uh...they were already fighting. Well, that was a bit of a let down. Hm, well the situation was certainly taking a turn for the worse. But not unsalvagable! No, this was merely a minor set back to his fool proof plan. While the people were punching and stabbing others, a smaller lasers streaked across the room as windows shattered and small holes were made in the walls. A deep, low voice could be heard echoing across the room as he said, "all you mortals, cease this useless prattle this moment! And instead, divert your attention towards me. Your god. Your lord. The man who you should be thankful for for all of your lives. That's right, instead of fighting you should all be bowing and kneeling, simultaneously even. Yes, that would be good. Now swear fealty to the master of all who draw breath and even those that have no life left within them. Bowkneel before me, -" Credits to Cstar for the banner.
Charlotte had been standing there as the gate opened up to reveal the villagers and their chief. They seemed to hide themselves under robes and such as they were welcomed to the village. While the group was about to try to gain information from the villagers, it was at that point that the airborne Veilen had descended back down to earth and landed with a hard thud on the chief. Charlotte shook her head at the sight and said, "Veilen, if you are going to make a habit of being airborne then you should really work on your ability to land." After that she then turned to the rest of the villagers and said, "as Ander here said, anything and everything you could tell us about the curse would be helpful. Like, when did it start, does it have anything to do with either the unnatural night sky you are having or the glowing light on he mountain, how has it affected you other than just physically? Any information you could provide to us would be helpful." It was at that moment that Charlotte felt a disturbing presence in the air. Almost as if someone had done the fastest one-eighty in an interrogation ever...It was probably nothing. Lucia huffed a bit as the magical talking horse didn't respond to literally anything she said, but then was immediately taken aback as a person had come out and greeted the lot of them. Lucia was really only taken aback as the "Cloud Queen" that had been talked about was a human, rather than another flying magical horse...that may or may not have been able to talk. As she asked what Wenlock did Lucia stepped up and started to explain just what the events that previously transpired were. "We-well ma'am, majesty highness lady. Ice skating party was happening, bt I'm pretty sure we wren't supposed to be ice skating, but we were, well actually like half of us weren't, but the towns people were and so was Annika and other people who were and or are with us, but as a non-definite amount of people were skating suddenly this lion bird thing just goes wwooooossshhh" as she made the sound affect she did a diving motion with her hands and then continued. "So, this dude comes off his lion bird and is all like," she then pinched her nose and did a nasally Italian mob boss impression saying, "I'm here to marry Annika cause I'm her husband, ah see? So I'll be taking her and all," she then let go of her nose as she took a deep breath. "So we were all like, 'no way man you're ugly and creepy and get out of here and here's some dating pointers and you're way out of my league.' That was what we all said collectively, not like, all at once or just one person or anything like that- Anyway!" Resuming her Wenlock impression she said, "now now people I'm a sorcerer, eh, see? And I get what I want, especially mah waifus, eh see? So, I'm going to make you an offer ya can't refuse," stopping the impression she then made large motions with her hands as she explained, "and then he was all like bang bang boom bwoosh bwaash boom boom boom bwwaaaassshhh. And then everyone was turned into a stone statue, except for us, because he just didn't want to and Johanna was all like, "NOOOOO" and did some magic dilleo to stop us from being turned to stone. But then he was about to and then wwoooooossshhhhh," she made another diving motion with her hands, "Peggy- er, Brietta and some other flying ponies are just like 'COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIIIIVEEE' and so we did, but Wenlock was all like," pinching her nose for the impression she said, "Princess, if ya don't go and become my waifu in 3 days all these people laifus are gonna be spent as stone statues, ah, see?" Switching back she then said, "and then we just sort of flew here and are extremely confused by just about everything that has happened thus far and really want to kick this man's ass and save the kingdom but have no idea how to....Madame your majesty lady ma'am."
After immediately getting up on one of the horses, Lucia had heard what Thomas said to her and looked at the horse she was riding; her voice going deadpan she said, "I think I made the wrong choice." Simply neighing in response, the horse had continued its flight while all the questions and answers were being shot out and asked. She was trying to comprehend most of this, as best she could given the fact that the situation had dynamically changed...twice, in a short period of time, though after Brietta's comment was made about Caleb's appearance, she looked at him. She couldn't help but agree. Eyeliner just didn't look good on him. Eventually they had all managed to come to a castle...in the clouds...with lots of other flying horses. Well that was certainly unexpected. As they were walking along she looked to the pink horse, Brietta as it would be and said, "so uh...don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of the fact that you saved us all, but uh...why? I mean, clearly you don't like this Wenlock dude, but uh, is it just a simple matter of cock blocking him or what? Also, do you actually have a plan to keep her safe other than like...flying away for the moment. Because we'd kind of like to kick his ass in, and revert everyone back to not being stone, ya know?" As they continued walking, she then pointed at Annika and said, "also, she has like a huge habit of running away from magical people, flying horses I'm sure would fit into this category too, so like, if you want to protect her and all, you're gonna have to find some way for her to not bolt out of here the second she gets a chance." With that, she continued walking alongside everyone else. As everyone was showcasing their guild emblems to this foul mouthed gatekeeper, Charlotte was about to, however something interesting happened. Gaius and Ra had both teamed up to throw Veilen as high as he could go in order to show the gatekeeper his emblem. Charlotte sighed at this development and walked over to catch Veilen as he fell down back to the ground. Reaching out her hand, she was about to grab him by his jacket, though some unforeseen circumstances had prevented her from doing so. His jacket was the only sort of article of clothing that the boy had worn. In addition to hardly covering any of his body, it was also rather tight fitted onto the boy, and so her fingers merely slid off of his body as she attempted to grab him. Her serious expression not changing a bit as Veilen hit the ground. She only slightly turned her head towards him and said, "be sure to wear looser clothing next time." It was then that she turned back towards Gaius and Ra and said, "and you two! Where do you get off throwing your guildmates like that?" She let out another sigh as she said, "honestly. If you were going to hoist your comrade into the air, at least do it properly." She then grabbed Veilen by the shirt and held him so that he was parallel to the ground. "When throwing someone it is important to do it arcing motion. This way they already have an initial moment when leaving your grasp rather than starting from zero." She then swung Veilen backward, as if she were starting a pendulum motion and said, "do it like so." She then swung Veilen opposite of the direction she had done so earlier as she released her grasp on him, flinging him straight into the air with all of her strength.
The fight against the heartless seemed to be going swimmingly. Stratos was able to keep up with his mana regeneration by constantly bashing in the heartless with just a regular chain of combos, and so he wasn't really able to be caught flat footed with no mp. As another of the tornado steps had flung themselves at him, Stratos quickly brought up his block to guard against the attack, causing the heartless to recoil upon collision, and then quickly flicked the keyblade so that the point of the weapon was underneath the heartless. A small orb of heat seemed to generate on the tip of the keyblade, as collected and gathered and fire started to form. Stratos then launched a fireball out of the keyblade, via the ever so creatively named spell fire, with the spell exploding upon impact, causing the heartless to vanish in a dark puff of smoke and a small heart floating out of its body. It was then that Stratos saw three more flinging themselves and spin attacking him from behind, and as such quickly dodge rolled out of the way to avoid the blows. Having rolled to the side, the tornado steps had missed and landed harmlessly to the side. Looking at the group of heartless that was before him, Stratos got ready to do the dance with these creatures, and put up his keyblade in a guard stance preemptively. The tornado steps started to hop about and look at the keyblade wielder with death in their cold unfeeling...glowing beady adorable eyes. They started to do something weirdly interesting which was to link arms together. The trio seemed to stretch out in a single line, all hand in hand together, and then started to spin around, with one of the ones on the end acting as the axis of rotation. The tornado step trio flung themselves at Stratos, and he was somewhat confused as to how he was supposed to deal with this. So instead, he cast aero on himself and held his guard stance firm. While the first hit was blocked rather easily, what happened next was a bit unexpected. The one he had just blocked had let go of the chain, and the other two had continued spinning at him. The second one to hit aimed low, sweeping Stratos's feet out from underneath him. The third one then followed this up with a hard smack, launching Stratos away. The chain reformed and started to spin towards Stratos once more, only for him to not want to deal with that trio barrage attack again. As the group was flinging themselves at him, Stratos simply disappeared from where he was, and in an instant was on the opposite side of the chain. While still in mid flight, the middle link of the chain suddenly had a large slash mark appear on it, causing it to explode into a puff of darkness. The other two tornado steps that were connect to it simply got launched to the side and flew straight into the crocodile heartless. In the act of killing two birds with one stone, or four birds with two stones, the collision caused both the crocodiles and the tornado steps to explode into a large cloud of darkness, thus making their numbers thin out more, though not enough to be completely done with this. Getting prepped to go to work once more, Stratos casually tossed a mini sun into the large gaping maw of a hearpo that had tried to get the jump on him. Needless to say, the heartless did not last long at all, as it was engulfed in a large ball of solar fire. 613 Words, 30 EXP Total EXP: 210 EXP Total Munny: 210 Munny Break Even Point: 11/34 11/12
Name: Rho Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Right Here Personality: Rho is...unnaturally calm towards most situations. He has this air about him that nothing really ever seems to surprise him, though he does seem to react as if he were regardless. He seems to be rather playful with his fellow guild mates, and when he's with people he doesn't really enjoy the company of, though this usually translates into condescending with a happy demeanor to it. Weapons: Arming Sword Armor: I never got why this was a thing on the app. AS: -Quick Blitz -Blitz -Cure -Aero Strengths: Can deal damage. Weaknesses/Fears: Dying and losing are definitely weaknesses. History: At the beginning of time there were ancient aztec dragons, that which were created from the power of the sun god serpent dragon thing. These dragons fought against ancient beings we now know as the nazca lines. In time, people came to wield the power of these dragons and they became known as Signers. They existed to fight those who used the power of these nazca lines demons, known as Dark Signers. Rho, a man born during the very generation this war between these two sides was coming to its climax, decided to join this sort of a guild for no discernible reason with no connection to this ancient war at all. Other: Character Build Chosen: Strength Character Build Weakness: Magic
