Adventurer's Guild Adventurer's Guild - Freestyle RP

[Vanus]

"Glad to see that it hatches so fast." Looking at the tiny creature, Luna felt slightly interests, but there were things that she needed to do, so she did not ask for anything.

"Now I'll have to find food for it oh bother..."

 

[Bochi]

Emergency Meeting [CLOSED]​

"So, Sora...care to explain what's going on here?"

Watching the room's occupants flurry about in great urgency, a certain Liberi addressed the girl next to her.

"...I'm not sure either! It happened so fast!"

The Miko of Everlasting Night was cradling her head in her arms, sobbing. She had burst into tears the moment news of the three devastated villages got back to the Winter City. Right now, the Shogun, most of her guards, Tai'Ge, Sora, Sei were all crammed into the pagoda that served as a conference room, along with several other elderly beastmen. The discussions were ongoing at a fervent rate.

By the way, she was here because she had taken part in fending off the attack, so the Shogun called for her as well.

"I thought the forbidden mountain was supposed to be sealed off!"

"The seal was always linked to the barrier! If the barrier fell, then the seal would naturally disappear as well!"

"But how did the barrier fall so fast? We all knew it was weakening, but it should have lasted at least six more weeks! What happened to it?"

Nobody knew the answer to that question. And everyone wanted to know.

"Silence!"

The Shogun's bellow shut the rambling up.

"There's no point in asking about what's already happened! Right now, we need to start putting countermeasures in place!"

The Liberi listened with some interest, while consoling the sobbing Miko.

*****​

"...And so, we'll split the Guards into groups, storm the mountain to take down the Oni. Seiryuu-sama, could we trouble you to---"

One of the elderly beastmen had been droning on and on for a while now, and while Vicious could still understand where he was coming from...

"That's a horrible idea."

She spoke into the silence, interrupting. Most of the people present turned to stare at her.

"What's the visitor doing here?"

"Be quiet for a second, elder. Vicious, go on. I want to hear your perspective."

"My thanks. Anyway, the idea to split the Guards is a horrible decision. The decision to storm the mountain is even more so. With their numbers reduced, you might as well be ordering them to commit suicide."

The elderly beastman scowled.

"We are beastmen, lass! We do not give in to external invaders. The Guards will fight to their last man!"

"Then who will protect the city? You? If you're ready to shoulder that responsibility, then grab a spear and follow me. If not, shut that trap while I explain why sending all your able-bodied soldiers to their deaths is not a good idea. By the way, I'm a beastman as well, so that card can't be played."

Begrudgingly, the old beastman sat down.

"Now, first problem---none of us here know how your forbidden mountain is arranged. And don't start on telling me that there's old maps that show the way, because whoever says that better be ready to be holding onto that map, leading the way."

Several beastmen who were about to speak suddenly shut up.

"Secondly, the Guards can just about match up against the smaller blue oni when engaging in a fight. That's in home terrain, with Sei's home ground advantage. Now you want them to fight in the oni home ground? Has no one stopped to consider that this might be a little bit of f*cking moronic idea?"

"B-But we have the Four Guardians."

Vicious glared at the speaker. He shut up.

"You mean the two Guardians. And sure, they're strong...when the situation is right. But the enemy has those three humongous Oni. Sei, you were saying something about magic...?"

"That's right. The red oni uses fire magic. The blue uses water, and the green uses wind magic. If all three of them show up at once, me and Tai'Ge will not be able to beat them. And V is right. Without the river, I'm not as powerful."

"But those things you guys already know. You just didn't want to think about it, right? Anyway, those three big guys aside, there's the little oni with the flaming sword and a big attitude. She's the real problem. And the fact that we don't know how many more of monsters of her calibre are on that mountain. Maybe the whole gang came down for this attack, but who's willing to bet on that theory?"

Vicious took out the kanabo which she had just recently bought. The thing was cracked down the middle and scorched black in several areas. It didn't take a genius to notice that the weapon was no longer suitable for combat.

"The blade's no joke, either. I'd like to think my CQC isn't that bad, but she nearly slashed the kanabo into two within seconds of us clashing. Speaking of which, Shogun, while I'd really like to praise the blacksmith's hard work, my purse is running a little light lately."

The Shogun gave a wry grin.

"Just this once. Since you lifted it in defence of the city, I'll give you another."

"My thanks. Anyway, back to the topic. Right now, the focus should be to fortify the Winter City, but also protecting the villages in the front. After all, you guys need the forests, don't you? That's where most of the food supply draws it's source from, isn't it?"

The heavy silence confirmed it.

"Madam Shogun, I think it would be beneficial if the city could procure a staple crop that can grow in the mountains, just in the worst case scenario. In the meantime, it would be good to provide each village with horns. This way, they can sound for help in case of attack. But the most important thing now is to secure allies of your own. The Guards should only be stationed for defence. You'll need another force to engage the Oni."

"You're asking us to trust outsiders? Ridiculous! You may be a beastman, but not all of them are beastmen! You want a foreign army stationed in our lands?"

Vicious sighed and glared once more at the old beastman who shouted that. He was really starting to get on her nerves.

"Well, it's either a foreign army stationed in your land, or you'll have no land to station anything on. Shut up and let me finish, will you? Sora. Can you explain what exactly the seal is sealing?"

"I'm not too clear on the exact details myself. But generations of Miko before me describe it as an unimaginable evil. It was sealed so long ago...I don't think anyone from that era is still alive here now. But the city cannot fall. We'll each have to do our parts to tide through this trying time."

"Well, your Miko has spoken. For now, I suggest we take a break, cool down, and come back with a calmer frame of mind to be able to make more informed decisions. Madam Shogun, if you don't mind, I'll borrow Sora for a bit. I have some more questions for her."

"Very well. Meeting adjourned---we'll resume where we've left off in two hours."

Setting: Fuyu Machi

 

[GDLiZy]

Spiralling Nightmare: The Beginning [Closed]​

Holding the bloody letter, Luna left the Misty Puppeteer alone, under the guiding hand of the rain and storm. Spire Reef, the entirely of it, was dead-quiet. The maddening noise of thunders silenced all conversations, leaving behind only the faintest whisperings. Everything turned into an attentive audience, waiting for the show to begin, after setting the grand stage.

Her robe, soaked in water, occasionally fluttered and glowed, freezing the water and dispersing them into the cold air. The water never stayed on her skin, either falling right off or turning into cool vapour. Her presence was extraordinary, compared to the static buildings, she was like a reflective mirror in the thunderstorm.

Luna gazed towards the sky, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. Only the gloomy clouds of dirtiness and trickery remained on the black sky. The dark hand of nature enveloped the entirely of Spire Reef, and even extended towards the Black Sea. Rain poured ceaselessly, while thunders echoed in unpredictable rhythms.

"It's time..." A voice leaked out from her mouth, followed by a thunderous roar. A blinding light dispersed into the surrounding, and everything went white. In an instant, all vision was impaired, and once everything subsided, Luna was nowhere to be seen.

In an unknown region within Spire Reef, a dirty slum was bustling with disgusting activities. All kind of sins and fouls were happening, while the onlookers cheered or ignored. In there, Luna walked towards one of the worn-down building. Some thugs and pirates tried to take advantage of her, but they all fell onto the ground lifelessly, dying without any chance to repent.

Behind her, the corpses were dragged away by other pirates, looting and doing indescribable things to them. Luna never paid any attention to them, at all.

"What do you want?" The receptionist of the building asked, not bothered with her unique presence. He had seen much, and nothing could surprise him anymore. This place was special, and no one would dare to play any tricks here.

Speaking nothing, Luna slid the bloody letter towards the receptionist, causing his expression to change after a round fo careful inspection. At first, he was shocked, but after that, a mocking smile emerged from his face before he tried to conceal it. What was left after that was a fake respectful look as he walked away.

After a while, two strong men walked out of the backroom and signalled Luna to follow them. The tattoo on their arm indicated that they were indeed the minions of one of the Seven Pirate Kings, the Black Fog Pirate King.

Following them, Luna witnessed various powerful individuals, speaking and teasing each other while gambling and cursing. The smell of boozes and blood permeated the air, not any different than the usual tavern's atmosphere.

Once she entered the deepest part of the building, everything was covered in silent. Even the strong witches and shamans merely spoke in whispers. The aura of the room was majestic, yet contradictory. The lighting of the room was poor, but there was no dust anywhere. Finally, a wooden door was at the end of the hallway, with two cloaked figures guarding it.

Even the guards' aura gave Luna a sense of threat. She knew that it would be only a slim chance for her to escape from them. The power of the Pirate Kings was a lot higher than she had anticipated.

Upon entering, a crushing air weighted onto her body as she gazed into the supreme figure stationed at the far opposite end of the room. Before her, a long dining table stretched across the entire room, with only two seats at each end, one for her, the other for the King.

Her pace slowed down, and her footsteps sounded heavy. The presence of the figure in front of Luna reminded her of the Envoy, but this power, was a lot stronger, and more domineering. In the end, although she managed to walk forwards to sit on the chair, sweats were forming on her face, and her expression visibly paled.

"Little witch, do you dare to serve me?" His voice, akin to the black fog of the Black Sea, strangely enchanted the listeners. It was like an invitation of the Death God. Those who followed shall live, but they who refused, never got to see the light of another day.

"I've come here to plead my allegiance to you, Sire Black Fog..." Struggling to speak, Luna was only able to mutter out after a while. The presence was suffocating for her, and the Pirate King was serious at trying to suppress her into kneeling in front of him, which she would never yield.

A period of silence prevailed, and the suppression continued to rage on, increasingly more powerful as time passed.

"Good, good, good! Little witch, you are truly the top of the trash— Now, I'll ask you once again, do you dare?" The voice magnified its majestic, causing Luna to tremble involuntarily. It was like a pair of watchful eyes, peering deep into her soul, trying to dig out her darkest secrets.

"Your wish is my command." Her tone was unwavering, as if she was truly desperate to serve the Black Fog.

A smile crept onto the Pirate King's face, and so, he uttered his command, and the room went cold due to the overflowing bloodthirst.

"Then go, succeed and become the legend, kill everything you love, betray everyone you trust, and after your tears ran blood, come here, and you'll be mine." A soft boom echoed as Luna's vision blurred for a moment. Her body turned soft, and her perception was lost. The voice was getting louder, and then vanished as if it had never existed.

Luna stood alone, in the middle of the thunderstorm, soaking in raindrops. She looked at the dark sky, and turned back to walk away.

Her shadow fell onto the ground, casting long-lasting darkness over Spire Reef. Her first direction, was the Poisonous Rustler.

OC: Solet' Luna, Black Fog Pirate King. Location: Spire Reef.

 

[Bochi]

The Hunter of Eternal Night (I) [Closed]​

"Ahhh..."

A groan of relief unknowingly slipped from her mouth as the hot water brushed against her nape. The red-faced Liberi turned to look at her fellow red-faced Miko. Then they both laughed---one boisterous and sharp, one gentle and soothing.

"Seriously though, thanks for inviting me here."

""Mhm."

Through the blanket of rising steam, the full moon and the night sky gained a faint, shimmering lustre. Even from within the hot spring itself, the view of the land below was amazing.

"Still...I didn't think Madam Shogun would join us as well."

"What sort of person am I in your head? Even I require recuperation occasionally. And drop the Madam Shogun thing in private settings like these. Hearing it makes my skin crawl."

"Got it. In that case, what should I call you, uh..."

"...For now, Kirin is fine."

"Got it."

For a few seconds there was nothing except the faint lapping of water, gushing out in a stream and splattering into droplets as they merged with the pool, it's occupants preoccupied with their own thoughts. Then Vicious broke the silence.

"There's no need to beat yourself up for the villages. Nobody saw it coming."

Kirin blinked in astonishment.

"How did you---"

"My old employer was like this as well. Capable. Competent. Never caught a break in her life. Your worst enemy right now isn't the Oni. It's yourself. Self-doubt has a pretty nasty way of destroying someone from the inside."

Silence took hold of the pool once again, but it was Sora who spoke up this time round.

"Vicious, you're not a native of this world either, are you?"

"Hoh? What gave me away?"

"You talk in your sleep."

"Wait, I do?!"

"Nope. But you just gave yourself away."

Faced with the smug Miko, the Liberi could only laugh.

"Alright, you got me there. Yeah, I'm not from this world, but unlike you guys, I ended up here by myself. Always blame the fallen angel, they said."

"Well, do you?"

"Nope. If Mostima didn't do what she did, I'd already have been dead. Though I'd like to go back, if possible. Do you have any talismans pertaining to that, Sora?"

"I thought you didn't believe in my magic."

"Dunno whatcha talking about."

There was another brief lull before both busted out laughing once more. Kirin joined in.

"We've told you a lot about us, Vicious. Sora doesn't mind, but the two of us are not nearly there yet. Don't you think it's only fair for a bit of equivalent exchange?

It took her no time at all to real between the lines, and the Liberi chuckled, motioning Kirin to come closer.

"I'll share some of my warfare tales if you tell me exactly what animal you are."

"Deal. You first."

"Very well. So it was early in the month of March, when the number of active Operators were still rather little, when the warning alarm echoed throughout the island..."

|Setting: Yato Machi, Hot Springs|

 

[GDLiZy]

Spiralling Nightmare: White Night [Closed]​

As the storm raged on, the night was peaceful, despite the furious roars of the sky. The moon hanged above the world, radiating pale glow to illuminate parts of the darkness, revealing nothing but the raindrops. Despite the emptiness of the light, the darkness continued to wiggle, flickering in and out of existence. There was no telling of what lurked beneath the visible world.

In a lonely ship, the Captain of the Poisonous Rustler stood in the meeting hall, surrounded by pirates. They were discussing their future plans, to divide the booties and to pass time during the heavy downpour. The sounds of laughter and conversation echoed occasionally, only to be quieted down by the screams of the storm.

The scent of boozes and food permeated the room as the feast went on. Their previous ransom was a success, and they now had the great wealth to burn and seek pleasure from. They wasted away their time in happiness, oblivious to all other changes happening outside of their safe haven.

A screeching noise suddenly resounded as the world softened down. The sound abruptly manifested, and instantly cut off after a moment. The ship swayed as the wind blew past it. The cold, freezing air caressed its surface and seeped into every part of it. Little by little, the pale fogs gathered and encompassed the ship, covering it in icicles and snow-white dust.

Rhythmic sounds of chains clinking rang when the silence almost suffocated the pirates inside the room. A heavy, muffled noise dragged its note, getting disrupted in a constant period, when the unknown object jolted from the cracks of the floorboard. The tapping melody of the rains infinitely slowed down, as the roaring thunders faded. Only the steady humming of chains lingered in the air.

The pirates inside shouted at the Mates guarding the door. Their voice cracked and unnatural. Despite their hope, even after so long, that the strange song disappeared, not a single reply was heard, and the deadly silence occupied its spot in this ship.

The Captain took a peek into the outside world. To his surprise, only the milky white layer of unknowable quality appeared before his vision. The entire deck was filled with a thin layer of the veil, obstructing the eyes from seeing what had happened. The blackness of the night and the whiteness of the fog oddly melted into one, forming a barrier between reality and horror.

Now, the atmosphere, experiencing the cold wind of the outside world, was filled with a profound realisation. Once again, stillness descended, and everyone froze in their place. The shiny gold and tasty food lost its value, as everyone gazed around the room, praying to the Black Sea that there was a way to understand it all.

However, despite their unwillingness to move out, the world did not wait for their arrival, and the milky fog finally crept into the rifts between the wooden planks. The candle lights flickered, and as gentle as closing its eyes to sleep, they faded into the fog as the whiteness engulfed the light source.

A cry resounded, as one of the pirates quickly rushed to the back door and slammed it open. The wooden door broke into pieces, revealing its fragile property after getting covered by the unknowable fog. His figure, rapidly disappeared into the whiteness, blurred for a moment. The black silhouette twisted before falling onto the floorboard, and devoured by the whiteness.

The action of that pirate agitated the others, and they too began to scatter everywhere, hoping to somehow survive the calamity. They rushed in all directions and tried their best to get out of the ship. However, despite their loud shouts, once the fog embraced their existence, all that left was silence, and the soft muffled wails.

The ship swayed, due to the excessive movement on it. The imbalance of the ship reminded the Captain about the current situation. His crews had disappeared into nothingness, leaving him alone inside the room, alone with the gold and treasures they once loved more dearly than their lives.

Lighting up his cigarette, the Captain took a big puff, causing almost half of it to burn away into ashes. The grey smoke he exhaled quickly merged with the whiteness, and disappeared from his view. Only than him, there was no sign of living things in the ship. He was alone, without hope, without witnesses.

Finally, after a while, the silence was broken by the same, rhythmic melody of the chains. The sequence seemed to repeat itself, without any end. This time, however, there was no sadness, no panic, no fear. Only emptiness, and tranquil. The world seemed to stop, waiting for him to take it all in; The magnificence of the darkness, the glory of the whiteness. Every moment of his life, flashed past his very existence, letting him witnessed it all.

After what felt like a thousand years, the Captain sighed and took off his accessories. From the wealthy appearance, the man reduced himself into sloppy clothes, without any valuable gems and rings on his body. He discarded the most priced necklace he stole from the nobles, the golden rings he fetched from the auction, the enchanted blade he robbed from a merchant ship. In merely a moment, his esteem aura fell from the domineering pirate captain, into an ordinary man.

Looking at a piece of torn paper, the Captain submerged himself into the scene the picture had locked away from time. The woman that once stood behind him, the one that let him live this long, and the one that he promised to return to. His smile, although bleak, lingered longer than any emotions that he could muster.

Struggling to walk out of the door, the Captain faced the whiteness without any fear. With his steps, he was getting closer and closer to his demise, as well as to his beloved. His face, switching from terror and happiness, remained steadfast and upright.

As he walked, he witnessed his crews' last moment, facing death with unwillingness, terror, and regret. His face, from the initial terror, had already fixed itself onto the facade of calmness. His remaining fear was extinguished after seeing the broken totems scattered on the floorboard, beside the body of the shaman. The icy coffin trapped the body, and the darkness comforted his sleep.

In the end, the Captain, engulfed by the whiteness, screamed no sound, felt no pain. At last, the last soul went into the embrace of the nightmare— Or, the sweet dream?

The fog slowly evaporated, returning the ship into the world. The thunderstorm, still going strong, had washed away the sins and blood from the ship. With its lower body eaten by worms and bugs, the colossal body gradually sank, into the depth of the Black Sea, to meet its owner, to meet its members.

The only reminder of the White Night, was a shadowy figure that stood in front of the Captain's corpse. The maiden of the night gently took the dagger from his hand, before placing it on his chest gently, beside the picture of his beloved.

After that night, the name of the Poisonous Rustler faded from the eyes and ears of the pirates...

OC: Solet' Luna, the Poisonous Rustler. Location: Spire Reef.

 

[Reciful]

Previously!

Her Encounter, Her Death Part 2.1 (Closed Series)​

Depicted as an old man sitting upon the heavenly throne, he who is Almighty. Or a King donned in pure golden armour holding the spear of victory, he who leads in battle. Sometimes the man above all divines standing over the clouds, he who punish mortals with lightning of retribution.

But.... No one knows what he/she/it/they, really is.

A old man in a throne, A Heroic golden king, A man standing over clouds, Perhaps a Winged person, Perhaps a beautiful female, Maybe a little boy, or a little girl, a old lady, a beggar, a bystander..... Even a rock, a tree or even a animal, or maybe all of the above.

They, who holds absolute Authority & Power over all mankind.


And now...


Reciful is currently facing one of those Beings all alone.

****​

Facing one of the gods again, after a million years came to past. The painful memories from an event that took place in a very distant time ago. floodingly all came back to Haunt Reciful like it's was yesterday.

The Lady in front of her, standing in the middle of a Stormy night. & Yet not even a single thread of her pale golden hair moved despite the constant strong gust of cold night winds... The lady is completely unaffected by worldly phenomenon.

Reciful couldn't move, She felt her entire body became rock solid in extreme fear, crawling cold numbness slowly wrapped her. But her heart & soul desperately deny it through her hellish maddening hatred that keeps burning.


"Hi there"..the lady says


"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere?... Are you lost?... What a coincidence, I'm also lost Myself... Ahaha~"


The lady casually talk's in a carefree way, as she rubs her head. a gestures depicting embarrassment as she laughs in a light hearted tone. Completely ignoring Reciful's earlier remarks.


"Ah! Right,.. how rude of me~ I forgot to Introduce Myself, Hi~ My name is Bellafhone I'm well... Just consider me as a Wandering Priestess & a traveller.. I'm not anyone suspicious! Promise! Ahaha~"


The lady who Introduce herself as Bellafhone told so, but Reciful won't be Deceived, she knew well what the lady true nature is.... Reciful can clearly see the light this lady tries to hide. The light that Reciful knew so well, So much that it makes her sick.... The divine light.


"You see, I'm actually looking for place to stay?... I wonder if there is any nearby settlement here?" Bellafhone tilted her head in a questioning way, as she speaks.


"So.. umm..if its ok with you.. let's go? It might rain anytime soon after all.." Bellafhone slowly brought her hand to reach out towards Reciful Encouraging her to take her hand & find shelter from the rain, to follow her... Which also subtle telling she means no harm towards Reciful.

But, her goodwill were cut short by Reciful's malice, hate & distrust towards all the gods. As she see it as nothing but hypocrisy.


".... Let's go?... Reciful " Bellafhone with a outstretched hands said, as she calls Reciful name despite Her not introducing herself to Bellafhone at all..... She knew about her all along.

!!!!!!!!!

That became the trigger... as all the fear, hate, trauma, & despair break loose within her heart, Reciful truly lose her reasoning.



" D̷̛̘͈̮͕̭͓̞̜̗̲̽͒̇̓̋̋̄̒̓̅̅̈́͋̓͊͘̚͠i̸͈̪̘̲͚̹̮͍̯̭̯͎̼͍̥̪̤͔͚̭͈͂͛̄͐̅̎͆͊̽̉̂̃̄͊̍̂̀̆̀̓́̎͘̚͘͝͝͠͠͝ę̷̢̡̟̤͖̼͓̯̱͔͇̜̟͚͔̮͌̏̑̈́̑̉̏͗̀͒̍̓̂̈́̋͂͐͗̔̀̐͌̎̃̓̽͘̕͝͝ " Reciful said with eyes full of Wrath & Fear.



And so a hopeless fight begins under the curtains of a imperceptible Stormy night.

Her Encounter, Her Death Part 2.2 (close)​

"D̵̗̭̜̄̌̓̽ͅi̸̯̤̙͂̅̾ẻ̸̙̪͖̰̜͘"


Immediately after Reciful said those words, A hideous Chaotic Aura Exploded from within her, an Aura so Malevolent & black it makes the darkness of the night surrounding them looks pale in comparison.

A great flood of Darkness tried to shallow Bellafhone whole, Gushing towards her with great ferocity!

The Dark flood of Miasma(evil mana) shallowed everything within the 1 mile radius in front of Reciful. Grass, insect, pebbles, dust, literally everything in the path of the black flood became dyed by its sinister color corrupting everything.

But..... Despite that.

The mysterious lady... Bellafhone still stand on the same place not moving a single inch... Completely unaffected, as if the black flood were the one that evaded her instead.

!!!

Seeing that, Reciful Immediately stop doing pointless ceremonies & manifested her true form in its full glory!... There is no room for hesitation in front of this Foe.

The little girl form she currently has within just a split second became a Colossal Horrendous Amorphous Darkness, that embody Madness & fear itself, as if it would shallow the world.

Hundreds of Thousands horrific black Demonic arms Extended from The Darkness known as Reciful, all going towards Bellafhone aiming to torn her body & soul to pieces.

As countless black hand fall upon the sky towards Bellafhone's Location utterly Destroying everything in its path.

BOOOOM!!

The land were Bellafhone stands was Crushed as large Explosion echo under the stormy night, creating a large cloud of dust.

Yet unscratched Again, Bellafhone simply shift her body ever so slightly & she impossibly evaded all those Demonic arms Just like that.

Chill..

Reciful felt Shivered, She felt afraid, she knew its useless, she knew its all hopeless no matter what she do, she will never win just like in the past, just like that time a Billion year ago... when she was still at her full power.

& Now a mere piece of her former self?... How much chance do she have on winning? Against a god?

Reciful wants to run away, she want to hide, to retreat.... But she cannot. Due to extreme fear as the painful memories of the past replays back in her eyes once more.

Like a cornered Rat, all she wants is to crush the one that she fears. As countless emotion arouse within her making her even more disoriented!


"... I'm not your enemy.. Innocent Malice"


Bellafhone said with serious sincere tone on her voice.

Reciful using her Countless mouths scattered all over her Monstrous body. replied with tone full of wrath, as countless Red Eyes glare full of murderous intent gaze at Bellafhone.


"D̷̪̖̻͎̩͙̾̅̾͋͂̐O̵̧̺̓̅̿̿̀͂́͒͛̚Ń̴̨̻͉̭̳̦͜'̵̙̰͓̲̙̥̼̝̳̈́̕T̷̨̗͉͎͕̮͗̑͛́ ̵̠̝͖̋͑̽̑̃͝Ć̷̤̬̝͍Ą̴̳͕̋Ḷ̸̠̳̖̾͑̍̌L̷̨̹̐ ̴̥͚͋̊̉͜͠M̸̢̖̺̗̞͖̤̆̾ͅĔ̷͍̹̹̪̤͇̠͙͖͛ ̶̫͖͍̹̞͈̈̚͜Ț̴̘̬̈̾̓̈́̽͒͘H̸͈̗̯͓̩͓̯̹̉̍̈́̊̑͊̈́̆̓Ä̴̢̛͔̹̜͎͕̗̞́̀T̵̛͎̺͇̯̗̭̐̄̉̌̉͛̔̓!̷̥͎͎͎̳̭͒͒̑͜!̴͓̲͙̹̰̗͉̇̌̓" Reciful shouted


Then Reciful Opened all of her mouths as she let out a mysterious language from her lips,

Seeing Reciful next action Bellafhone is slightly taken aback.

And so a chaotic song that bring madness to the world begins.









OCC: to be continued~... This fight became long than expected my goodness~...Funny this makes Reciful look like the Antagonist!

 

[Bochi]

The Hunter of Eternal Night (II) [CLOSED]​

"---So I told him, man, if you're like that all the time, it's no wonder your sisters hate you. Maybe stop trying to marry them off to the Doctor twenty times a day, and they might actually talk to you. Trade? Bah! One of these days you'll end up hanging from the bell tower with a rappelling rope."

"...Pffft. What did he say after that?"

"Well, I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Not that I minded getting into a tussle, but I didn't want him to start hounding me about continuing his bloodline. Nobody has the time for that."

"Heh."

There was a splashing sound as the Shogun stood up and made her way out of the hot spring, wrapping the towel firmly around herself. Droplets of moisture that persistently held onto her were dislodged as she nudged her feet into her geta. Speaking without turning around.

"Well, I'll be taking my leave first. You two, don't soak for too long either. It gets chilly at night up here on the mountain."

"Hai hai. See you tomorrow, Kirin~"

Sora waved lazily from her position---leaning against Vicious' shoulder. The Liberi similarly raised a hand, only dropping it when the figure had vanished into the small building that doubled as a changing room.

"That reminds me, she didn't tell me what sort of animal she was. Oh, well."

"Hmm? Kirin's beast identity? That's an easy one. Want me to say it?"

"Naw, keep it to yourself. I'll find out eventually, probably. Though, she has a point. It's getting colder---wanna go back?"

"Not yet! Tell me another story! Just one more!"

"Now? Fine, I guess. But just a short one, and we're heading back to the shrine, okay?"

"Mhm!"

"Alright. This took place late in December, when the weather had gone cold enough to freeze up the bay. The few of us that had just returned from a mission received a distress call originating from a wrecked ship stuck in frozen waters..."

*****​

Outside Scribel City, an extremely angry girl was venting steam at a large piece of rock.

"What'd they mean I was too low-levelled to know about it?! I have to get that moron back for treatment before she does another stupid, or she'll die! Which part of it did they not get?!------|Centaurea|!"

A loud boom was generated from the impact between the rock and the girl's hair---which had lengthened momentarily as it lashed out, gaining a fluid countenance resembling that of water---and a small piece of stone was chipped off and sent flying. The girl's anger did not abate in the slightest.

"And that f*cking moron! What was she thinking, going about in that state of hers?! Does she want to crystallize before thirty?!------|Hydrangea|!"

Another piece was chipped off the rock, and similarly sent flying. From an outsider's perspective, the rock was already riddled just about everywhere with dents and holes from Aquamarine's venting.

"F*ck me! If General Communism wanted to come here so bad, then let her! But nooo, Mostima said it had to be me! F*ck you too, fallen angel! I'm gonna shove an apple pie up your *** the next time I see it! F*cking------|Phacelia|!"

One, two, three, nothing...then the rock shattered into a multitude of smaller fragments. She stopped, steadying herself as she panted slightly from the exertion.

"Hah, hah, hah...oh, for f*ck's sake...If I knew so much of my Arts was going to be reduced by coming here, then I'd have stayed home for sure. F*cking birdbrain..."

A deep sigh.

"...After this, we're even. That debt of gratitude from so long ago..."

*****​

"---Achoo!"

"Did you get a cold?"

"Nope, healthy as usual. Was someone talking behind my back...? Anyway, as we escaped in the lifeboat with the girl, Meteorite fired the shot that breached the hull and sent the whole ship along with it's accursed cargo six leagues under. The young girl was watching the whole time, but neither the flames nor the hostiles scared her. She looked on right up to the point where the ship could no longer be seen from our small vessel, before drifting off to sleep. My colleagues then spent the remainder of the ride back to the island passing her around like a hot potato, while I observed. At the time, she seemed just like an average young girl, one which could be found in any city, anywhere around the world. If only I knew..."

The Liberi was staring up at the moon, wistful. Beside her, the Miko was drying herself off with the towel.

"Did something happen to her?"

"Heh, I wish. Girl turned out to be another walking catastrophe to add to the roster of weirdos that number amongst my colleagues. Although I'm a weirdo myself, so I don't really get to talk. But sometimes I look back at that night, and I wonder why I was so insistent on bringing her back to the island for a medical checkup. She wasn't infected at that time...hah. Forget it."

Saying thus, she tossed on her clothes, and held the curtain open for Sora, who stepped out first. Into the cold night air, and immediately the Miko sneezed.

"...You didn't dry yourself properly. Jeez, take my coat and wear it until we get back to the shrine."

"But what about you?"

"Unlike you, I made sure to dry off completely before stepping out. Just take the damn thing already before you end up being the one with a fever, okay?"

The pair walked a few hundred metres in silence, appreciating the quietness of the Eternal Night City. Then, just as the shrine's gates loomed before them, Sora asked another question.

"You and your colleagues all went by codenames instead of real names, right? So what was hers?"

"Hmm...the Doctor came up with it after looking at the colour of her eyes. I believe it was inspired by a gemstone...ah, now I remember."

When she spoke the words, Vicious did so with a sigh.

"Caster, Aquamarine."

 

[Silver]

Spoiler: Magic training 2

After waking up in the dorm room he decided to rethink his approach to magic.

In theory he should be hard to deal with. With his sword style and earth magic complimenting each other it should allow him to slowly reduce his enemies options. So the end result should be an increase to his combat power.

But, in reality concentrating on a spell in front of a swordsman was a death sentence. Even if he could reduce the time between casting the sword would still reach his face by the time he finished casting and the spell he launched would miss.

If they were talking about solutions the almost explosive magic of his teacher would be the perfect solution to his problems. Wide range, extreme damage, and fast casting time would be more than enough to deal with a single guard. But, the fact that he struggled to even cast a small pit told him that he wouldn't be able to do that any time soon.

The issue of his magic was that he had to manually set a destination for the more usable magics. For example when facing a guard he had to manually chose where he set the pit or spike and even the ones that weren't in the floors earth sphere/shot needed to aimed otherwise they'd miss if he shot blindly.

And all that were left were the producing spells. Which were spells like produce sand and produce rock. But, those weren't going to do much if he had his hands full and he didn't think his opponents would be screaming in fear after he produced them in front of them.

Forming a rock in his hand he tossed it at the dummy. While the other spells took time and effort to even cast. Rock and sand were nearly effortless to produce. The only problem was using them.

The only useful thing he could do with them was toss them at the dummies. Again and again and again he tossed them. Simply put it was a nice way to de-stress.

Hearing the sound wood breaking he found that the his rock throwing caused one of the dummies head to break off. Which gave him an idea.

The reason he chose to wield his sword with two hands was because it allowed him more ways to trick people. If they expected the stubby range of a two handed lunge it would become a one handed one. If they expected an normal slash he would change it's direction.

Having only an one handed grip reduced his trickery but with magic he could solve this.

At first he used rocks in between his attacks to distract his sparring partner but soon he discovered the usefulness of sand. It was coarse, weak, and got everywhere. Perfect for throwing into his sparring opponent eyes.

Soon he realized he could simply place the pits and spikes at a set range and use them that way. Which improved his pressure even more. Before they only had to worry about his hands now they had to worry about their feet.

Forming an style that was annoying to deal with. If they dodged the sphere then the sword would hit them. And if they dodged the sword then the sphere would hit them. And, if they managed to avoid them both a pit would be waiting for them. Making it a lose lose situation for them.

Making it even annoying for lance users to deal with. It was a nice style Cassel liked.

 

[GDLiZy]

Spiralling Nightmare: Puppet of the Mist [Closed]​

The darkest night of Spire Reef continued to reign its silence across the Black Sea. The stormy weather hindered all but one lonely ship on its way towards the depth of the Black Sea. The aged ship swayed in motion with the waves of the Black Sea, and its silhouette, glowing in faint radiance, was covered by a thin layer of milky white mist.

The storm, although fierce and roaring, turned quiet in the face of the snowy fog. The sharp droplets, once touched the mystic membrane, evaporated into soft, greyish dust. The surrounding of the ship, graced by the presence of the Slivery Witch, had the pleasant yet strange air around it. It was snowing in a somehow warm environment, while away from the ship, it was raining.

Upon the deck, two figures stood. One cloaked in magical accessories, while the other donned on valuable clothing, indicating his status as the Captain of the ship. The rest of the crew, however, was nowhere to be seen, or hear. The entire boat was shrouded in silence, and in its static nature, the world was like a photograph, capturing this moment to preserve it.

In her hand, the Slivery Witch held an ancient-looking lantern that radiated pale light to brighten the darkness of the night. Strangely, despite being the source of light, only coldness seeped out from it, and the snow did nothing to stop its burning. This ever-lasting light had been burning since the beginning of their journey, and through the storm and thunder, it had not once extinguished.

"Luna... So, you've met the Pirate King?" Borik Lochton looked at the figure in front of him, unsure of what expression he should be putting up. In the end, he decided to lay down all his cards and revealed his indifferent face. After all, there was no use in faking emotions in front of his First Mate, who had been controlling the situation here since the beginning.

"... This is correct. Black Fog Pirate King had invited me to join his rank." Still facing him with her back, Luna uttered without any fluctuation in her emotions. Although she felt thankful for the Captain to allow her to join his rank, making her journey much easier than she had expected, she knew, deep in her heart, that the world was cruel, and it was every man for themselves.

After the brief exchange, silence once again emerged from the milky fog and enveloped the two. It was like a barrier, blocking the interference of the others, making them refocusing their attention to their inner-self. In their mind, questions manifested and persisted, echoing their curiosity into their soul.

The ship roared against the tide, and the storms cheered with their thunderous applaud. The Misty Puppeteer, sailing into the unknown darkness, was like candlelight amidst the total blackness. As the moonlight could not pierce through the dense dark clouds, the only source of light was indeed the pale-light lantern.

"... Then, why am I still alive?" Looking at the darkness of the night, Borik asked in an almost carefree tone. It was only this moment did the Silvery Witch turned to look into his eyes. Her golden eyes, dimmed for a moment, before turning grey in colour, almost lifeless in nature.

"To fulfil my part of the bargain..." Her smile was mysterious, and the pale light of the lantern did not shine over her face. In the blurry darkness, she looked like a silhouette of the night itself. Her pair of beautiful pupils locked onto Borik, causing him to uncontrollably stare deep into her eyes.

In trance, Borik did not notice the increasing black fog that slowly merged and engulfed the Misty Puppeteer. The snow had slowly faded away, and the roaring of the thunder abruptly disappeared, afraid of angering the thing which shall not be named.

"Sir Borik, do you still want revenge?" The light of the ancient lantern had already extinguished, and Luna finally spoke again, pulling Borik back to reality. Her voice was calm, and alluring. It was pleasing to hear and reply to, too sweet for any humans to refuse.

"... Luna, if you ever had a chance, would you kill the Pirate King for me?" Clenching his fist, Borik asked with the last trace of hope in his eyes. He was not afraid of death, for his life had already ended long ago, since the collapse of his home kingdom, forcing him to free from the rebels.

"Sadly, no. I have no grudge with the Pirate King, and antagonising him is not beneficial to me." A reasonable answer that Borik had already anticipated, but still had some hope for his flawed prediction. After all, knowing Luna's personality, they were really alike, and would do everything for their goal.

Sir Borik Lochton, the Captain of the lonely Misty Puppeteer, resigned to his fate and closed his eyes. On his face, a calm expression surfaced, without any hint of regrets... Only the unwillingness to surrender to fate remain.

A creaking noise interrupted his resolution, and once again, Borik reopened his eyes. In front of him, a slender hand of the most wicked evil remained before him, holding an exquisite dagger, filled with various evil-looking symbols. The blade was glowing in faint greyish radiance, as if the Underworld had resided within this forbidden treasure, waiting to steal the souls of the victims.

"Sir Borik, do you trust me?" The voice of the demoness echoed, this time, it was cold and uncaring. The pressure of death and destruction descended, and Borik almost choked from its overwhelming darkness. He could feel the chaos invading his mind, and he struggled to control himself.

"Let me help you make your decision..." The hand, twisted in a strange angle, stabbed into the Captain's heart, before pulling it out for the world to see. The pain radiated to every part of his body, but strangely, the heart remained pulsing despite floating on the hand of the demoness.

The bloody fragrance diffused into the air, and the crimson shade soaked the slender hand, making it resembled the hand of a true devil. The laughter and the cheering emerged from the depth of the ocean, welcoming their new comrades.

"Live for your ambition, Sir Borik, and wait for my arrival... Until we meet again—" Borik's vision blurred as he felt light-headed and numbed. His body fell onto the floorboard and his sight went black. Something seemed to seep into his body, filling the emptiness where his heart used to be. He felt like he should go somewhere, but there was no path in hear that would lead to his destination.

Crushing the beating heart, Luna took a part of it, the innermost part, and put it into the Underworld Lantern. The pale-light radiance, initially extinguished, started to burn again. As soon as she broke the heart, the Misty Puppeteer let out a soft muffle, and its structure began to decay, crumbling into ruin. In only a few moments, the ship started to sink, into the darkness of the Black Sea, into the unknown realm...

"Luna, I'm here!" A cute voice echoed and interrupted her thought, causing Luna to gaze into the distance. There, a maiden, infested in worms and maggots, smiled charmingly at her. The Worm Mistress was so eager to meet her, that she came to take her back on her own accord.

"In the end..." A hint of melancholy emerged from her face, and Luna began to walk, atop the Black Sea, towards the floating boat, ready to finish everything, once and for all.

OC: Solet' Luna, the Misty Puppeteer, Sir Borik Lochton. Location: Spire Reef Region, the Black Sea.

 

[Drevart]

Getting a dagger (close)

Drevart was moving through the city. A bit paler than before but now he was going to try haggling for the dagger. After asking around in the tavern for a bit he knew that the average cost was 65G. But he had only 60 on his hands. He hoped that the blacksmith won't be a blockhead and give him a little discount on the average dagger. He even intended to pawn in his trusty broken blade... Well it would be much better if it wasn't broken... and now with a melted down edge... but still this was his trusty blade, a companion he walked through fire and water in his homeworld. But still... he knew that he will have to leave this blade behind when he saw it broken. This was its fate.

"So this is where the blacksmith works..."

Drevart stood in front of a decently sized house clanking sounds were coming out from its insides. And even here, on the public street in front of the store, he felt a slight heat.
When he opened the store the heat intensified and the clanking sounds increased in volume, but Drevart still managed to hear a faint, almost indiscernible ringing of the bells ahead, signaling that a new customer came in.
The storekeeper, a young boy about 15-16 years old looked in his direction and immediately shot up from his relaxed position, his limps curling up in the welcoming smile.

Storekeeper: Hello, dear customer, what would you like to buy? We have one of the best blades in all of Sctibel city! And even if we can't claim to be the best our production is good enough to be used in any fight!"

Drevart looked at the overly-enthusiastic shopkeeper and his dull gase quickly put out the emotional geyser of the boy standing in front of him.

"I'd like to get a dagger. A simple enough would be fine. Which ones do you have?"

Storekeeper got energized again after hearing that this man wasn't some drunkard who stumbled in their store randomly and went straight to one of the weapon cases standing in front of the wall.

Storekeeper: "Here, here dear customer. All the daggers we have in stock. This one is a brilliant masterpiece!.."

The boy took out one of the fancy-looking ones. It did have good steel in the blade, Drevart managed to see that when he tried to bend and flick the blade, but it was too fancy-looking and... too expensive. This dagger. After shaking his head he looked at the other daggers.

"How much does this one costs?"

Drevart pointed at the leftmost simple-looking dagger.

Storekeeper: "Ah, this one? You have a great eye for weapons. This one would cost you just 70G!"

Drevart furrowed his brow.

"And what do you think will convince to buy an ORDINARY..."

He stressed the last word.

"Dagger for an above-market price?"

The storekeeper looked at the buyer with confusion.

Storekeeper: "But it's such a well-crafted dagger! Just look at the blade. Feel it!"

He shoved the dagger to the Drevart. It was an ordinary iron dagger, without any particular features about it. Just an average product from any angle. It could be even said that the balance was a bit off but not that much so the weapon can be considered usable without a long accustomization period.

"I only see an average dagger with a slightly off balance, so I can at most give you 55G for this!"

The boy opened his eyes wide and almost screamed on top of his lungs.

Storekeeper: "What do you mean 55G! Did you even see the dagger? are you a proper dagger-user?! The iron used to forge the blade is impeccable!. It can even stab into the tree!! And the sharpness... just look at the sharpness! 65G."

Drevart furrowed his brow and answered.

"You sell this as an ordinary dagger when your shop is full of fancy stuff so this is obviously a work of the new blacksmith so it's impossible to tell how reliable it is. Moreover, as I said earlier the balance of the blade is a little bit off so the stabbing power behind the attacks will be affected a little bit. And I'd like to say that even the best iron can be brittle after a poorly don tempering. SO I can only give you my last offer. 60G and this piece of the broken blade. I can understand that you are trying to sell this dagger to somebody but I doubt anyone will buy it here when there are quite a bit more of the better-done ones."

Storekeeper sighed in resignation, understanding that his own handiwork won't sell well until he became as good as his master but still was a bit bitter on the inside.

Storekeeper: "Thank you for your purchase, please come again!"

He said after Drevart left the blacksmith store.

 

[Bochi]

The Hunter of Eternal Night (III) [CLOSED]​

When one worked at Vicious' former job, the skill of falling asleep quickly becomes one of the most important there is to be learnt. On most days, the Liberi Operator would have been no exception---step one was to find a suitable position, and step two was nod off. On some occasions, it was not rare to see people skipping step one entirely.

Tonight, however, she'd been repeating step one over and over again, but step two just wouldn't accomplish itself. Finally, after she'd tried just about every manner of sleeping, Vicious gave up and left the room. Hoping for a little bit of wind on her face.

The full moon was dangling high in the sky when she stepped into the courtyard, dressed in nothing but the robe Sora had lent her for the duration of her stay. Which---the Miko hadn't explicitly said it---was currently looking to be just about forever. The Liberi hadn't mentioned it and neither had the Miko, but it was only a matter of time before someone brought it up. And to be honest, she didn't believe in gods, and neither was she interested in starting now. The Shrine wasn't a place she could stay at for long.

"...Hah."

Of course, that was one of the reasons. The other reason was simpler---she wasn't feeling quite as well as before. Lately, she'd catch herself forcing back coughs more often than before, and there was a dull ache in her limbs which had not been there before. The metallic taste of blood was on her tongue whenever she retched.

...Well, that's to be expected. How long has it been since I last had my meds?

She lifted one arm, holding out her fingers such that the moonlight seeped through the gaps, shining into her face. Vicious took a deep breath, enjoying the cool night air.

*Swish*

Not bothering to turn her head, she waited for the swooping shadow to perch on the wooden railing next to her. Still not looking, the Liberi reached out to rub her pet about it's feathery head.

"Couldn't sleep either, could you? Or did you wake up deliberately to accompany me? Hmph."

"It certainly loves it's master, doesn't it? Now if only it didn't bring me along for the ride as well."

Vicious stood still, but only for a few seconds before she laughed lightly, turning.

"Kirin. I thought you'd gone to sleep."

"Well, that was certainly my intent until the falcon came to roost on my hair. Cheeky bugger made a right mess of it as well."

"Let's be honest here; you just finished working on some documents, didn't you?"

"No comment."

"Oh, I'm not trying to bait you out this time. Coincidentally, my guess is that your species is related to dragons, yes?"

"...Well, I'm not surprised anymore. The fake name probably gave away too much, eh?"

"Mhm. You're surprisingly bad with these spur-on-the-moment things."

"Give me a break. And you're being a bit too rude about this, don't you think? I have had people locked up for much less."

"Mhm. Why don't you, then?"

"You little...forget it, if I get angry it's my loss, isn't it? Well, here you go."

Vicious caught the item tossed at her. On a closer examination, it was a wooden pole. Naturally, her first response was---

"Oh, you want me to help you with the laundry?"

"Yes, of course...not! Why would I ask you to help with laundry at this hour? You can't get any sleep tonight, can you? Neither can I. Therefore, might as well make the most use of the time. Where I'm from, there's nothing like a good practice bout to get to know someone better."

The Liberi grinned, stepping out of the building's shadows, into the moonlit courtyard that was decently sized for such a purpose. Lifting her pole in the same stance she always held her club.

"Now you're speaking my language. But let's do this quietly, aye? We'll catch hell if we wake Sora up while fighting. Then we'll be playing hide-and-run instead."

"Aye, we'll be fine."

***​

Naturally, the two had so much fun that they woke the Miko up midway, and both would garner some raised eyebrows the next day, nursing huge bruises on their foreheads as they went about the city on their daily routine.

 

[Reciful]

​

Her Encounter, Her Death Part 2.2 (close)


"D̵̗̭̜̄̌̓̽ͅi̸̯̤̙͂̅̾ẻ̸̙̪͖̰̜͘"


Immediately after Reciful said those words, A hideous Chaotic Aura Exploded from within her, an Aura so Malevolent & black it makes the darkness of the night surrounding them looks pale in comparison.

A great flood of Darkness tried to shallow Bellafhone whole, Gushing towards her with great ferocity!

The Dark flood of Miasma(evil mana) shallowed everything within the 1 mile radius in front of Reciful. Grass, insect, pebbles, dust, literally everything in the path of the black flood became dyed by its sinister color corrupting everything.

But..... Despite that.

The mysterious lady... Bellafhone still stand on the same place not moving a single inch... Completely unaffected, as if the black flood were the one that evaded her instead.

!!!

Seeing that, Reciful Immediately stop doing pointless ceremonies & manifested her true form in its full glory!... There is no room for hesitation in front of this Foe.

The little girl form she currently has within just a split second became a Colossal Horrendous Amorphous Darkness, that embody Madness & fear itself, as if it would shallow the world.

Hundreds of Thousands horrific black Demonic arms Extended from The Darkness known as Reciful, all going towards Bellafhone aiming to torn her body & soul to pieces.

As countless black hand fall upon the sky towards Bellafhone's Location utterly Destroying everything in its path.

BOOOOM!!

The land were Bellafhone stands was Crushed as large Explosion echo under the stormy night, creating a large cloud of dust.

Yet unscratched Again, Bellafhone simply shift her body ever so slightly & she impossibly evaded all those Demonic arms Just like that.

Chill..

Reciful felt Shivered, She felt afraid, she knew its useless, she knew its all hopeless no matter what she do, she will never win just like in the past, just like that time a Billion year ago... when she was still at her full power.

& Now a mere piece of her former self?... How much chance do she have on winning? Against a god?

Reciful wants to run away, she want to hide, to retreat.... But she cannot. Due to extreme fear as the painful memories of the past replays back in her eyes once more.

Like a cornered Rat, all she wants is to crush the one that she fears. As countless emotion arouse within her making her even more disoriented!


"... I'm not your enemy.. Innocent Malice"


Bellafhone said with serious sincere tone on her voice.

Reciful using her Countless mouths scattered all over her Monstrous body. replied with tone full of wrath, as countless Red Eyes glare full of murderous intent gaze at Bellafhone.


"D̷̪̖̻͎̩͙̾̅̾͋͂̐O̵̧̺̓̅̿̿̀͂́͒͛̚Ń̴̨̻͉̭̳̦͜'̵̙̰͓̲̙̥̼̝̳̈́̕T̷̨̗͉͎͕̮͗̑͛́ ̵̠̝͖̋͑̽̑̃͝Ć̷̤̬̝͍Ą̴̳͕̋Ḷ̸̠̳̖̾͑̍̌L̷̨̹̐ ̴̥͚͋̊̉͜͠M̸̢̖̺̗̞͖̤̆̾ͅĔ̷͍̹̹̪̤͇̠͙͖͛ ̶̫͖͍̹̞͈̈̚͜Ț̴̘̬̈̾̓̈́̽͒͘H̸͈̗̯͓̩͓̯̹̉̍̈́̊̑͊̈́̆̓Ä̴̢̛͔̹̜͎͕̗̞́̀T̵̛͎̺͇̯̗̭̐̄̉̌̉͛̔̓!̷̥͎͎͎̳̭͒͒̑͜!̴͓̲͙̹̰̗͉̇̌̓" Reciful shouted


Then Reciful Opened all of her mouths as she let out a mysterious language from her lips,

Seeing Reciful next action Bellafhone is slightly taken aback.

And so a chaotic song that bring madness to the world begins.

​

Her Encounter, Her Death Part 2.3(Close)​

A certain hymn resonates throughout the world echoing in each & every direction. The song of Madness & chaos is about to begin.


"That really is bad.... That song, that voice, those words"


Bellafhone muttered after seeing Reciful sing the song of Chaos without any hesitation.


"...I don't want to hurt you.... But that song is really dangerous.... I'm sorry but, I will have you stop by force.... before you regret what you will about to do."


Lifting her right arm, pointing it to Reciful with wide open palms. & As if she's grasping something in the air, she closed her open hand forming a fist, as if she crushed something.

Soon after, a sounds of cracking glass resounded & something breaks..

!!!!


"̵͔̬͆̄̂͝@̷͇͇̖͆͊̊@̴͕̗̼̘͗̈̃@̵̨͇̬̈́̎͝@̷̟͖͋̉̀@̶̩̹̎@̵̹̈#̵͉̻̟̄̏̂#̷͕̃͂͑#̷̝̤̄ͅ#̷̢͖͐͛̚$̸͔̑̚#̸͓̌@̶̥̘͠@̴̣̇͗͗̉@̸̻̞͉̤͆@̴̡͚̹͌̃̈#̶̫͉̹͋$̷͓̩͎̞̀@̴̢̡̠͕̍@̷̠͐̇!̷̘̰͐̕!̷͈̀͗̊͌!̷̳̄̏̈́!̷̨͎̋!̶̻̰̆͋̓͆"̶̭͈̽́̄͜͝


Reciful howled in a inhuman sounds as she violently rampage around writhing in agony.


"....I destroyed your voice, your sound & your language in you... to stop you from making the world falls to insanity"

"I'm sorry" bellafhone said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Hearing this Reciful completely gone mad!


"̴̱̮̹̔͛@̷̖̟̤͔̆&̷̧̭͂͘&̸̫̓̆̒͊#̸̼͇̎#̷̮̭̰̕͝$̴̗̪̾̀$̵̟̞̪͖̈̄͒@̴̞̣͌͐͝&̴̢̲̖̫̈́͊͐&̸̢̦̔͆̓͠&̸̳̄̌&̷͚̒͊̊&̶͓̀͊&̶̺̼̰̽̋@̴̼̗̩̹͆̄͋͝@̶͕̊̾@̴̨̨̰̫̍͂́̕#̸̖̤̑̽͊#̴̮͓̊̏̏#̴̪̭̣̈͌ͅ#̵̲̯͚́͠#̵̹͚̒̿͝@̶̢̭̮̹̋@̵̖̈̋͠@̴̫̍͊͝#̵͇̿́̃͝&̸̥̻̀͝͝!̸̡̻͍̍̋͌̎!̴͉̍!̶͉̠̝͌"̴̣͆̽̊


Shouting even after she lost her ability to speak. While gathering a large amount Black Energy in each of her mouth, & she release a large black death beam of Miasma towards Bellafhone. Each beams contain enough power to erase a small city like Scrible from the map.

In response Bellafhone finally make a slight fighting posture & she punched in quick succession each of the Black death Beams, cancelling all of Reciful's attack vanishing them to a tiny harmless particles.

Immediately seeing that, Reciful changes her Approach & gathered a even larger amount of Energy than before, cloaking herself in insane amount of Evil Energy(miasma), then she Transformed the entire land surrounding them in a horrendous 'Chaotic sea of black mud' corrupting the entire land. But not only that, the stormy sky above them is also corrupted by her foul aura turning it into blood red clouds.. & cursed blood rain begins to fall from the sky.

The place were they are, completely became a landscape of hell itself.

****​

Countless Black lightning from the blood red clouds strike's the waves from the black sea of Chaotic mud. As hundreds of evil Monstrous being keep emerging from this catastrophic mud.

This is hell on earth.

In the middle of it is Reciful, she acts as the core of this artificial hell its heart, with a one sole purpose... To kill the God before her, the woman named Bellafhone.

Bellafhone stand in this hellscape all alone, facing a being who might be a greater evil than the Devil himself.

But she did not falter in face of such Monstrosity all by herself, cause Bellafhone knew the truth Behind her Malice, her madness, her insanity.... Is born from the despair they the gods have brought... A great Evil born from the gods own devices... from their sin, from their mistake... from their arrogance.

Countless misshapen black beings, born from the chaotic mud. attacked Bellafhone rushing towards her with mad ferocity, they are all former creature of this world they are insect, frogs, Worms, rabbits or anything in the area. That the black mud corrupted & transform into a hideous giant monsters, with nothing in mind but to rip her apart... Completely dominated by Reciful's madness robbing all of their freedom turning them into nothing but a killing machine just for murdering Bellafhone.

Still unaffected by the mud of corruption, Bellafhone shine's brightly in this Hell like a becon of salvation for the damned.

Endless swarm of evil corrupted beings. flooded her in all Direction. Bellafhone simply sways her hand & countless line of light appeared slicing all evil beings to pieces that surrounds her.


".... I see, your hatred for us is this deep " Bellafhone speak with a hint of pain from her voice not physically but due to the realization she understood.

"I arrogantly thought, that appearing before you Disguised as a human in this timing... That perhaps we can make amends for what we have done to you...& Be forgiven.. how naive of me" Bellafhone says as she sways her hand Destroying thousand evil beings & burning the Black mud with her light.

"...I'm sorry... I finally understood just how deep the sin we gods have committed to you"

"The intensity of your anguish... Is not something we can ever amends for" Bellafhone speaks with sincere tone, full of regret.

"This world will be shallowed by your hate If this continues.... I know that you never wish for its demise, I know that you loved the world & Humanity. I know that very same love still exists within you"

"That's why I'll stop you even if it means.. Destroying you again... not to save the world, but this time to save you from yourself.." Bellafhone said with a tone full of resolve.

"That's why, when the time comes... Throw all your hate to me, to us, to the gods... & We will always be your enemies that will accept all of your hatred, your madness always & forever. this is the only why we can make amends for our sin, for Destroying your innocent heart, for Deceiving you, for taking away the one that you charished most, & for killing you... This is My oath to you."


Bellafhone float in mid air, as the aura of divinity that she hides began to manifest.

Than she whispered a word

'Claiomh Solais'

And the world immediately painted in white light Destroying the darkness known as Reciful once & for all.

"Good night... Reciful.. My friend" Bellafhone muttered revealing her face under the mask, a Face Reciful once knew.

***​

The night came to past & morning came.

Somewhere in north a place that should have been Devastated by a mythical fight only told in legend happened in here.. yet not a single trace of Destruction can be seen.

The sky is clear & blue the sunlight shine upon the grass land as a gentle breeze swipe across the land. Its a lovely day in a peaceful land

Somewhere in the middle of this vast land, is small black stain on the ground,

which is all what has remained of a little girl that once stood there.






OCC: Now I wonder if I'll proceed for the last part... "Her Rebirth" Oh well! Not like anything is stopping me from doing so Wahahahahaha!!
Reciful will be like Dracula!(lol) who always keep being Revived against his will!! Ahahaha XD

 

[Bochi]

Vicious (I) [CLOSED]​

It was during lunchtime in one of Fuyu's teahouses that she spotted the very nervous cub. Or to be more specific, one of the newly recruited Guards. Feeling rather pleased, Vicious called out to him.

"Hey, Boris! It's been a while, huh?"

The canine beastman turned at her voice to wave---then stiffened abruptly in shock.

"Ye-e-a-h...H-e-y..."

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Unfortunately for Boris, the Liberi had come from a different world, and the way things worked out there were rather different. So she didn't realise a few crucial things...

1) That he was sitting together in a group with his fellow newly recruited Guards, most of which were giving the poor canine knowing looks.

2) While she was quite used to light banter over lunch, and it wasn't unheard of for people to wave to others that they knew, calling people by first-name basis was reserved for...special situations.

3) Owing to the fact that all of them had different businesses to attend to in Fuyu after lunch, Vicious was currently sharing her table with:

• The Shogun, drinking tea(?)
• The Miko of Eternal Night, waving cheerfully
• Tai'Ge, grinning
• Sei, grinning

And unfortunately for Boris, she was about to worsen the situation greatly.

"Hey, Boris, grab your chair and join us. The table can easily seat six, so no need to worry about there not being enough space."

"N-No, it's fine where I'm at right now."

"Hah? Are you saying you don't want to share a bottle after such a long time?"

"......"

In the end, the dog beastman gave up and brought his table over, leaving his fellow guards chuckling as they high-fived each other, before quickly resuming their meal.

*****​

"So, let's talk about life!"

Boris, who'd just about calmed down from the earlier shock, just barely managed not to spew his drink all over the table. He was scared, but also somewhat confused at the same time.

"What about it...?"

The Liberi knocked her mug on the table, causing it to rattle and Sora to frown. Vicious made an apology gesture before turning back to face Boris.

"What else? You're like, that age, aren't you? So who's the girl that you have the hots for, eh?"

"Bwah---?!"

Sadly, this time the cub couldn't check himself. A fountain of tea sprayed all over the table. It would also have hit Sei, but the Azure Dragon redirected it hurriedly---right into Kirin's face.

"Oops. Sorry, Shogun-sama. Blame the cub for spewing the tea, okay?"

"Seiryuu-sama?!"

Pale in the face and receiving no help from the Dragon, Boris turned towards the other Guardian for help. The tiger winked at him knowingly...then went back to his drink.

God is dead!

As a last plea he stared in Vicious' direction...She nodded, grinning, and gave him a thumbs up.

You're not human!

Perhaps Vicious thought the teasing had gone too far, so she spoke up on the cub's behalf, giving him temporary respite from thinking about what he'd accidentally just done---

"I hope you'll go easy on him, Madam Shogun. Else his girlfriend's gonna get really worried."

---Just kidding. She's a demon.

A sweating Boris glanced at the expressionless Shogun, who hadn't made any movement since then except to wipe her face with a clean towel. She finished her cup of tea, set it on the table, then opened her eyes to observe him. On the bright side she didn't seem that angry, and just as the pup was hoping that he could catch a break, the attack came from an unexpected angle.

"Well, I'd have normally chopped your tongue off for that, but I'll let you go today. In exchange---"

She hadn't missed a beat. Boris gulped, then found the courage to voice the question.

"In exchange...?"

A slight smile appeared on Kirin's face.

"I don't mistreat my Guards. Even if you've gotten the hots for Sei here, I wouldn't censure you, got it? So be a good boy and come clean with who you like already. If you work hard, I'll even make the wedding a large event, okay?"

You're all a bunch of devils...!

Unfortunately for the poor pup, lunch had only just started, and it would be a long while before it finally ended.

|Setting: Fuyu Machi|

 

[GDLiZy]

Spiralling Nightmare: Decaying Memory [Closed]​

In front of death, all were equal. The strong, the weak, the rich, the poor... In the end, everything decayed, and none remained. Time guided the process, and death claimed the result. It was the nature of the worlds, and mortals, although tried to find its clause, could never hope to overcome it.

The storm had already subsided, but the night was still young. The cool winds blew, rustling the sleepless forest, waking the trees and swaying the flowers. The island was quiet, but not devoid of life, or movement. On the clean beach, two figures walked slowly, admiring the pale moon and strolling along the coast, making their way towards their destination.

Worm Mistress, walking in front of Slivery Witch, remained joyful and energetic. She hummed her strange melody, and sometimes looked back, only to see the indifferent expression of the Slivery Witch. Their movement was in sync, and patterns emerged from the rhythm, composing the song of the night, of the soothing sea, of the chill breeze.

The journey, although peaceful, was filled with a sense of gloominess. Their footsteps, despite soft and steady, contained subtle weight that hanged above their mind, telling them about the inevitable. As their destination drew near, Slivery Witch slowed her pace, and Worm Mistress followed suit. The two walked together, like a couple, under the moonlight.

Waves caressed their feet, and the world stopped for their moment. Despite the indifference of Slivery Witch, Worm Mistress always returned a delicate smile, every time she looked at Slivery Witch. She was, akin to a puppy, waiting for her owner to pet her. Although Slivery Witch would never do anything like that, she could somehow feel at ease, when looking at the happiness the other experienced.

Nevertheless, the tiny positive emotion would fade as fast as they appear, and got replaced by the profound reminiscence. During the moment, time stretched itself for her to comprehend everything. Nature quieted down for her to hear the memory, and death stopped its footsteps, and allowed some time for her to accept it all.

Gradually, her pace slowed down, and after a lifetime of significant moments, came to a full stop. Strangely, the moon ominously lynched above Slivery Witch, casting her far-reaching, imposing shadow over Worm Mistress. Looking from Worm Mistress' perspective, a dark monument, as if declaring its judgement onto her, looked down with an impartial expression.

The impartial expression, supposed to be all-encompassing and fair, broke out a hint of sadness. For an increasingly small instant, Worm Mistress saw the outline of a smile, so profound, so strange. The hidden emotions, not joy or pleasure, was but a speck of melancholy. It was the pure, unconcealed expression, one that she had never seen Slivery Witch showed before.

Their hand interlinked, and Worm Mistress smiled, shaking her head lightly and looked into the pair of dimmed eyes. Through the reflection of those eyes, she witnessed a strange world, the one she was foreign to, and the one she felt uncomfortable experiencing.

Inside there, a greyish sky stretched towards the horizon, the darkness, although remained in the same colour, filled her heart with lifelessness. The beautiful, azure Black Sea, turned dull and pale, adding fatigue into her heart. Through the lens of the other soul, she desperately tried to find the comfort of colours. However, no matter how she searched, everything was meaningless, and all of the world was uncaring.

A certain drowning sensation overwhelmed her, and she instinctively retreated a few steps. A mere moment of a glimpse into the cryptic reality caused her face to pale, and her breathing to quicken. The presence of the Black Sea, paled to the profound realisation, was akin to a droplet of water, when compared to the vastness of nothingness.

"How is it? My world..." A soft voice rang and interrupted her confusion. Unknowingly, Worm Mistress was sweating, and her hands were trembling. Now, when she looked at Slivery Witch, her eyes revealed a strange gleam, and she smiled again, but this time, a hint of pity surfaced. Her emotions underwent a transformation, and came back not weaker, but stronger.

"Luna... How long have you been like this?" Despite the slim chance of hope, she asked softly, wishing to receive a good answer. However, what she got was a silence, a profound silence, the one that she afraid the most; The terrifying, ruthless truth.

"I'm sorry." Luna's voice, echoed inside Worm Mistress' mind, remained uncaring and disinterested. However, deep down, she could feel the hidden grief, the unwillingness, the hesitation, to which she responded with an open-arm, and once again smiled, brighter and wider than before.

Worm Mistress, after a short moment of silence, stepped towards the shadowy figure, and took out the hidden dagger from her. Looking into the eyes of the lost one, she turned the dagger to her heart, and pressed it with all her might. A sense of impending doom flashed across her soul, and her body instinctively tried to turn into a swamp of maggots.

"Let me help you make your decision. After all, I trust you..." Luna, too muddled head to stop her, or simply could not bring herself to, looked on as blood gust out from the beautiful lady. Her hand, extending outwards to touch that smiling face, was afraid to truly caress it.

"... Why?" After so long, she whispered, feeling tired. Although her physical body was in perfect condition, her mental mind had sunk deep inside the swamp of profound emotions. She felt powerless, as if she had gone back in time to the moment when the Bishop almost killed her and Solet.

"... Just because... you, are special..." Worm Mistress extended her hand, caressing the indifferent face. As their warm exchanged, the expression melted away, revealing the undisguised sorrow. Tears fell and wais echoed. Two pairs of eyes connected, and refused to let go.

"— Luna, could you... do me a... request?" Without any hesitation, Luna closed her eyes and leaned forwards. The moment their lips connected was when the world froze, and in an instant, they separated, and time continued its flow. The warmness Luna experienced strung her, and the metallic taste haunted her mind, as she watched Worm Mistress collapsed onto the ground.

"Luna... You're... strong... I... trust you..." A smile fixed itself onto the face of the beautiful corpse, sleeping on the sparkling beach, in front of a shadowy figure. The waves flew, and washed away the bloody fragrance. Nature caressed the remains, as if giving her last gentle kiss, before putting her kid back into a long, long slumber.

The sorrow, turning into indifference, fused deep into Luna's soul. Her body froze in place, and she stared into the hollow smile of Worm Mistress. Although lifeless, Luna found her to be as beautiful as she always was. Sadly, no matter how she felt, her heart had already been with Solet, and it wouldn't move to someone else.

Holding the Underworld Lantern, Luna used her finger to dip into the pale fire, and let the flame devour her finger. As she endured the great pain, she felt the flame decaying her fingertip. In a quick motion, Luna smiled, a wicked, lifeless grin, and used her decaying finger to gouge out her left eye.

The mental and physical pain was strong, and Luna almost collapsed onto the ground. However, after a while, her left eye, after becoming blind due to the fire, slowly regained its vision. The world, full of strings and pale light, emerged into her vision. The Vision of the Underworld, reserved for the Death Gods and their Envoys, manifested in front of Luna.

In her vision, a glowing ball of pale light emerged from Worm Mistress. It was beautiful, and sweet. Its surface was soft-looking, and its colour was eye-pleasing. Without any hesitation, Luna extended her hand to grab it.

As she expected, the unknown, gloomy force descended onto her soul, and threatened to drag her into the Underworld. She kneeled onto the ground, and countless invisible hands emerged from the sands, trying to pull her in.

"In front of Brother Deaths, all are equal. In this world, and any others, there are three deaths. Death of Purpose, you have yet to claim her. Death of Life, you are the weakest of all, and Death of Memory, you are no match for my determination. In this fight, I will never yield!" Luna, struggling in the hand of impossibly big shadowy Deaths, remained firm and stubborn. Her tongue, fluent in Demon Language, twisted as she coughed out blood, for excessive usage of corrupting power.

After a while, Deaths, reacting in a strange manner, retrieved its all-ending hand and faded into nothingness. Then, as if everything was false, the world regained its normal time flow, and the cryptic occurrence sunk into the depth of memory.

Luna, standing alone, held her left, unconnected eye tightly. There was a hint of pale, white light in it. She looked at it briefly, before kissing it gently, and stored it back into its rightful place.

On the beach, Luna walked alone, and everything she knew, everyone she trusted, had already died. Her mission, to become the agent of Black Fog Pirate King, had already come to an end...

The ocean, using waves as its guiding hand, slowly pulled the lifeless corpse towards its embrace. That day, Worm Mistress had died, however, she also lived on, in another form, in another place, waiting, waiting for the one she trusted...

OC: Solet' Luna, Worm Mistress. Location: Spire Reef Region, Undisclosed Island

 

[Euka]

A Certain “Relaxing” Break (CLOSED)​

I can’t feel anything…..

I can’t feel anything at all. To summarize what happened to me. Iris and I took the E-rank exam, went to Bighorn Mountain, fought a giant Kukuu Bird, got punctured by the leg, goddamn bird dropped me from as high as the mountain, and lastly had to save Iris from a pack of Blue Wolves. If I didn’t have such a sturdy body then I would’ve been way long ago. All this happened that my body went way overboard in enduring the pain that I went numb from anything other than feeling a slight sore.

Now that I’m back resting in the tavern for a few days…….

“Ow…….”

As if my body finally feeling safe, all sensations to my body seemed to have come back. The very first thing I’m greeted was immense pain that was accumulated from that journey, and now I’m bedridden with sore muscles and can’t move a single body.

“Here Reival. Eat.”

Iris has been taking care of me with my daily needs, even though I’m not a devout follower; thank the gods she doesn’t know nor need to change my clothes. I would seriously die from embarrassment. Currently she’s been feeding me while simultaneously taking care of the giant blue egg.

I know that I let her pick which egg she wants, but why would she pick a damn huge one.

Oh, well not like I can do much being bedridden in this past few days; I suppose I’ll take it easy and relax for a bit, is what I want to say but…….

“Zzzz….Zzzzzz…..”

She’s freaking sleeping on top of me! No wait this would be a sensation of envious pleasure since she laid down facing me. I can reallllllyyyyyy feel them, realllllyyyyy feel her breasts against me. I would gladly enjoy this sensation, if I wasn’t sore! Owww!!! Owww!!! Get off!!! Get off!!! Iris get off!! The agonizing pain is overlapping my pleasure.

“Ummm… Iris?... can you get off me?”

“Zzzz…. Hmmmm?.... Reival?”

“Sorry to wake you but… can you get off of me? I’m still kinda hurt.”

“Reival is hurt. Iris is also hurt. Iris will hug Reival’s pain away.”

She lays again on top of me then envelopes me in embrace. Where in the name of the gods did she get that idea?!

“Zzzz…. Zzzzz….”

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Don’t fucking go back to sleep. Get up Iris! My body freaking hurts! Get up! Get up!!

Please get up…. This is torture…. Being enveloped with pleasure…. Yet being replaced with soreness…. Anyone please help…. It really hurts… Oh? Footsteps? Someone’s coming! I’m saved!

I hear a knock on the door then it opens.

“Excuse me~~ but I’m here to—“

It was the inn lady and our eyes met. I could see her wear a wide grin on her face.

“Sorry to disturb you both. I’ll collect the payment tomorrow~~ Ufufu~~”

She gently closes and I hear her walking away from the other, as the sound of her footsteps grew fainter per step. No wait! Come back! This is a misunderstanding! Save me! I’m begging you come back! Save meeeeeee!!!!

This hurts….

It really hurts…..

I couldn’t get a wink of sleep from the sheer amount of pain I was in. Iris innocently wakes up like she didn’t do anything wrong. Hope you had a nice sleep, cas I sure didn’t!

I had her go downstairs and pay the inn lady the fine for renting a couple more days. Ahhh… I can finally rest… not! My all night left me tired and hungry so I had to get fed by Iris. The only sleep I got was short bursts of naps.

++++++​

Thinking that the last night was a one time, oh I was sorely mistaken. She freaking did it again! She slept on top of me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Noooooooo!!!!!!! It hurts!!!!!!!!

This went on for a few nights, close to a week. It was known that a specific room where a man would occasionally scream in pain in the middle of the night. Some say it was howl of a man enjoying the company of a woman, other say an assassin was torturing him; regardless of what they thought, only the inn lady knows the answer but her lips were sealed.


OC: Reival and Iris
Setting: Scribel City

 

[InsertName]

Spoiler: Camp Lily

Adventurer's Guild - Adventurer's Guild - OOC Room

Be more responsible with your spending! >.< I didn't buy this one, I got it free~ From where though... Time to check my mails. Seems like I got it from IndieGala~

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Camp Lily *Diary Entry #1* (Closed)

Gobo and I started today off today with breakfast. I cooked some of the wolf meat with eggs and served with some bread for Gobo and for me, just some tea mixed with a little bit Mana Glowstone. We were going to go get some slime cores from the forest today. I was running out of materials for my potions and also money for that matter. - - A little past-afternoon, Gobo and I came back from our little Slime hunting adventurer, with an unusually large amount of Slime cores. Looks like Slime's were getting more and more active around Scribel. We dropped off our gear and I went into town to start my potion-making and may be greet Ms.Rudy. Gobo on the other hand decided to stay and guard the camp. - - I got to back to camp, just in time for lunch-time. At the Alchemist Hall I made a bunch of Weaker Health Potions and I talked a bit with Ms.Rudy. Looks like she's really intent on getting a piece of me *literally*. Gobo caught a Horned Rabbit today and I cooked it for him for lunch. I'm probably just going to practice my Plant Manipulation for the rest of the day and it looks like Gobo is ready for nap. - - I tried making a chair and table today. It went...okay I guess. Their were still many bumps and holes in the chairs, so they were quite unstable, but at least they were quite hard to break. We chopped the unusable furniture and made them into firewood. Well at least we have something to sit on and eat on later. I still have to get used to the feeling the connecting with the plant-life and controlling it. - - Dinner today was just some more of the Wolf meat for Gobo and the for me , just the rest of the tea I made today. I will probably try to sell my potions tomorrow in-town and if not, I will probably sell them to the Guild again. ----X BigGreen ​ Spoiler: Camp Inventory -2 Small Wolf Meat -2 Eggs -1 Loaf of bread +14 Slime Cores +5 Fire wood +10 Weaker Healing Potion- Made by Big Green (+Lesser Life Regeneration) (-10 Twin flowers,-10 Slime cores) +1 Horn of Horned Rabbit +1 Horned Rabbit Fur ​ ​

 

[Bochi]

Vicious (II) [CLOSED]​

"Haah!"

The wooden branch slammed against the target and promptly broke into two, the severed end bouncing off the grass and landing a few metres away. Looking at the target in question, Vicious sighed.

"Not enough...huh. Guess I'm reaching the age to retire already."

Although, to be fair, it was only the Liberi who was trying to dent a solid block of metal the size of herself with sticks of firewood, and getting disappointed when she couldn't. It was starting to dip into the middle portion of the afternoon, and the Shrine Grounds were empty. Sora was still attending to her business down in Fuyu, and Vicious figured she'd do a bit of cleaning and preparing before the Miko got back.

Of course, after she'd swept up the grounds and hand-washed all the laundry and did the preliminary preparations for dinner, it was time for a light bit of practice. Which brought her here two hours later, dressed in workout clothing (hand-sewn) and sweating head to toe. First was the standard exercises---a little bit of running, jumping and stretching. Next she hiked up the short distance up to the mountaintop, picked up a large piece of ice, and brought it back down to the Shrine. Placing the thing in a basin.

*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*

The ice chipped away as her bandaged hands struck at it, repeatedly, unceasingly. But it wasn't just simple hitting; there was a rhythm to it that Vicious was following, circling around the block of ice to strike it from different corners; palms, fists, claws. Vicious went at it until her hands were cold and the ice had melted into water in the basin before she stopped, unwrapped the bandages, and immersed her hands and upper arms in the now-cold water.

"Guh..."

Leaving the basin of water sitting for the watering of plants later, the Liberi dragged out the block and a pile of uncut firewood from a shed nearby...which brings us up to present time. Vicious picked up the broken-off pieces of lumber, and stacked them in a pile for later, before reaching for some water in a ceramic teacup.

She stopped briefly as her mind fed her another scene---cracked earth and wildfire---before her eyes registered the correct setting. A courtyard in a shrine in a mountain city. Vicious laughed.

"Hah, hah, hah...*glug*…I'm tripping, all right. I don't remember such a little routine tiring me out so much before..."

The small cup of water drained quickly and steadily, and when the last drop was gone her hand moved to return it to it's natural place on the tray---then the Liberi hurled the cup against the floor with all her might.

*Shatter*

And the block of metal made an impressive echo as it was struck simultaneously, sliding a few inches across the ground from the impact. But the Liberi wasn't finished.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

*Wham* *Wham* *Wham* *Wham* *Wham* *Wham*

Following the sound of something cracking, six consecutive blows landed on the block at the same time, sending it flying away once more. She looked up from where she'd knelt, watching the block fly---and vanished.

*Boom!*

She'd launched herself forward from that kneeling position and kicked the block flying vertically upwards. This was again accompanied by another cracking noise, but the girl took no notice, getting into a squatting position before launching herself upwards into the sky. Another loud echo shortly followed as the iron block slammed back into the ground, whilst the girl held back a wince of pain, clenching her hand.

Then she tucked her feet and dived headfirst, twisting her body mid-air to lift her good leg up to shoulder height, eyes on the block buried in the floor. Instincts screamed at her to stop---that it would shatter every single bone in her right leg, but the Liberi didn't care.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

At that point, the shouting was no longer out of fighting spirit, but more of desperation. The light shining in her fragmented eyes wasn't the dull stare of the usual Operator, but the maniac stare of a cornered animal. The girl was putting everything she had, even risking potentially ending up crippled, into that one strike.

The block stopped being a block in her eyes, and took an the form of another object---a girl with curly brown locks, a deadpan face, and two horns poking out of her head. Empty eyes that stared directly up at her, tauntingly---

"LIKE HELL I'LL ACCEPT IT!"

Then she brought her leg down in an axe kick with whatever she'd left.

*CRACK*

She didn't need the sound to know that it was broken. White-hot pain lanced up her nerves the moment her feet made contact, and having lost her footing, the girl crashed into the floor at the wrong angle, stumbling across the ground as her body tried to bleed off the momentum. She skidded over the broken cup earlier, getting generous cuts along her arms and belly as well before stopping. One of the pillars at the side of the courtyard had caught her. Right in the back.

"UGH!"

Spine---Bruised
Left metacarpals---Broken
Right metacarpals---Broken
Left patella---Broken
Left calcaneus---Broken
Right wrist---Broken
Right tibia---Shattered
Minor lacerations in abdominal area
Emergency treatment needed---Withdraw immediately

If she'd been back at her old workplace, she'd be hearing this echoing in her ear by now. Alas she heard nothing but laboured breathing and wheezing as she spat out blood all over the nice grey tiles. The injuries weren't hurting as much; gradually replaced by a numbness creeping up her limbs.

I just swept them too...

"What in the world was---the courtyard! Where are you, V?"

Hearing the faraway voice, the girl tried for a chuckle, but had to settle for a wheeze. Her lungs probably weren't doing too hot either and she was starting to smell ashes.

Heh...got done in by myself...thank god the rest weren't here to see...

The hurried footsteps got closer until they were right beside her ears, before a shadow fell across what was left of her vision along with an alarmed cry.

"V?! Hey, what happened here? Oi! V! Stay with me! Was it an attack?!"

Right before she lost the strength to keep her eyes open, Vicious focused on the block buried half in ground, and noted the imprint her leg had left on it's previously unblemished surface. She forced a smile at the panicking Sora, or at least in her general direction.

"I was just...practicing..."

Then the darkness and cold claimed her, and the girl fainted away in the Miko's arms.

 

[Silver]

Spoiler: Paperwork

Surprisingly the paper pile wasn't that bad. In the end of things, the papers were mainly proposals for dealing with the slime tide. So mostly big piles of information.

Some of them were pretty good, like the guards' idea of building defenses near the walls the slime were sighted previously or using soap water to create a defense that could act as a deterrent for the slimes.

On the other hand there was also the bad. Like with the idea of sending an entire group of adventurers to assassinate the head slime or using the entire guild as bait to lure it away. Sadly the pile of bad ideas were much more plentiful than the good ones.

That and adding the fact most of the Rank D members were away from the city made things that much worse. Combined with the fact that most of their forces close ranged in nature. It made that much easier for them to get overwhelmed by the tide if they didn't reduce the rate that were coming to a reasonable number.

So currently their main goal to divide the slime forces to more manageable sizes. Grabbing the proposals that talked about deterrents, traps, and mercenaries. He looked into each of them. With a focus on finding one that was cheap and could make the most use of the man power of the guild.

Trying to find a list to help him get an idea of how many people in the guild were fighting in tide. He shook his head, surely it must be here somewhere. Finding nothing, he found it weird but continued on. Slowly he made his way to the end of the pile and sighed in relief as he finished his work.

Other than the fact he had to find some people to test the effectiveness of the experiments and maybe quell some of the worries of the people. He should be home free if nothing went wrong. Laying there on his table he lifted his hand to call the bartender over. Pierre was his name, he thought.

Waving him over he happily called for some extra drinks and some meat. Looking down at him the Orc calmly asked “You’re done with your papers?”

Giving him a tired smile he responded “Yeah,”

Giving him a mischievous smile, Pierre said “Close your eyes, one of your receptionist friends ordered a special treat for you when you finished your work. It's just behind the counter.”

Closing his eyes, he imagined what could it be cake, meat, or maybe even something he hasn't had before?

And, hearing the table shake in front of him. He opened his eyes to see another pile of paper. Shakily pointing at it he said “There’s surely been a mistake.”

Looking at the look on his face the bartender's serious persona faded away and bursted into into laughter. Wiping the tears off his face he said “Honestly I do feel sorry for you. But, the lady behind the scenes told me to pass you the next pile after you finished the introduction. So my hands are tied."

Slowly staring at the second pile on his table for what seemed like forever. He slammed his hands on the table and screamed “Why!?!”

Hearing a distinct snap from below him, a glare from Pierre from the side, and a sigh from behind him. He chose the lessor of three evils and turned around to find Nene shaking her head back and forth in the distance muttering, "Seems like the position naturally brings carelessness..."

Putting on a forced smile at the sound of her voice and doing his best to ignore the two holes burning on the side of his head. He quickly reassured her "The guild will pay for that I swear. Anyways, Mrs Nene is it possible to grab a list of available members for the tide. It seems to be missing from the pile." Peeking at Pierre with the corner of his eyes as he said so. He felt the pressure fade away once the words of pay came from his mouth. Letting out a silent sigh of relief he turned back his focus to Nene.

"I'm glad you seem more concerned with the well-being of the guild's structures than your predecessor, but... This request is a bit of a hurdle, many adventurers are currently helping Gelderholm at the moment, not to mention those investigating Fuyu Machi and the Holy Empire... And of course, the many that went missing in action, I'm afraid. I could try looking into it, but I doubt the results will please you, mister Cassel."

Quickly shaking his head, he said “There's no need for that. Thank you for the offer Nene.” Even if he got his hands on a list of available adventurers. It could only be used as a source to help him. While useful it wasn't essential. Even if he did have the numbers there was no way he could say 100 percent that they would do the quest. But, he'd still like one if possible.

Picking up the mess of papers that were on the floor he quickly moved to another table and began the sorting process.

OOC: Dunno if I got Pierre right. Feel free to ping me if I got anything wrong.

 

[Bochi]

Spoiler: Mild Gore

Vicious (III) [CLOSED]​

"Name's Vicious. Need someone gone, I'm your girl. Just pay me my due afterwards, and we're cool."

"Huh? Oh, you guys are going out later? Sorry, I'm a little busy. Maybe next time."

"Bored? That stack of reports won't finish itself, you know."

"Falling asleep with only me around...hmph. He who knows nothing is foolhardly indeed."

"Hah?!---What are you doing."

"You're giving me more work? Alright then. But the numbers better be increasing as well, yeah?"

*****​

Be careful when handling Vicious, Doctor.

I know she seems stable enough on the outside. A polite, courteous girl around others---if a bit withdrawn. Her track record for dispatches is top class, as well, and she's a good team player---her teammates agree as much in their reports to you. This I will not deny.

But I believe [redacted] has told you this already; the tests don't lie. An extinct volcano is far more dangerous than an active one. She didn't earn her current position by chance.

For better or worse, she's a valuable asset, and has given us no reason to write her off. For now. But that won't always be the case.

Talk to her more if you wish. If she desires it, she will let you get close. With enough time and effort, you might be able to understand what's in her heart.

But remember this; madness has no cure. And the clock is ticking.

--- [redacted]

*****​

The night my siblings went missing. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

I knew something was wrong before I even stepped into the house. The sun had scarcely gone down, yet there had been no shouting, no laughter, no sounds of merrymaking. Our windows faced the setting sun, yet the whole house seemed like it was cloaked in a layer of the darkest shadows.

Mother was not at her usual spot by in the kitchen. My little sisters were not playing in the living room. Only Father was there, crouched by the unlit fireplace, doing something with the small bit of light from a burning candle.

I remember going up to him, asking about Mother and my sisters, before noticing the glass of amber liquid in his hands.

"I sold them."

He might have said something afterwards, but that sentence was all that I heard. At the time, it was the only sentence that stuck.

I sold them.

Ran was seven.

I sold them.

Kisaragi was five.

I sold them.

And here he was, leaning over the candle and having a drink, as if the whiskey was everything he ever cared about. I didn't recognise the bottle---it hadn't been in the house before today.

Actually, I lied. I remembered him saying one more thing.

"Want a drink?"

They say different people have different fuses. Some lose their temper quickly, while others bear with it for a long time before erupting.

Well, I found out just how short my fuse was that night.

Someone had left a poker leaning by the unused fireplace, so I picked it up. I don't remember if my fingers were trembling or not.

I didn't strike to kill. I just wanted to make him feel the pain at that point in time. I didn't mean to do any lasting damage.

I didn't mean to bash him on the head over and over again until the poker broke into two.

I didn't mean to stab both his eyes out with the sharp end of the poker, and then stab him in the throat to cease the screaming.

I didn't mean to keep at it until his skull fragmented, until the fluids in his brain were soaking into the floor. Until the very stones were saturated with the thick, warm, crimson liquid, and he was gurgling for air while choking on his own blood.

...I'm not a murderer. I didn't mean to do any of it.

I just wanted to survive.

I didn't mean to feel so good during the process, so good that he was hurting slowly. So good that I deliberately avoided the heart and went for the lungs, the stomach, the limbs, instead.

I didn't mean to garner so much satisfaction that I deliberately left him crippled but alive before setting the whole house on fire. But not before I took whatever was left in the drawer, and downed what was left of the bottle. It tasted like liquid fire, scorching my throat as it passed.

Then I ran. Where to, I didn't have any inkling at the time.

It all had to be done. Everything I did was out of necessity.

For me to survive.

 

[GDLiZy]

To the Depth of the Underground World, and to the Dancing Party! [ Closed/ @GDLiZy @Leegood ]​

"Is everything ready, Letianna?" Looking at the beautiful carriage, designed by the finest craftsman of Gelderholm, even better than the one Scribel City could do, Luna spoke to the smaller figure beside her, dressing in a cute yet formal maid uniform. When the two stood together, no one would be able to guess that they were once adventurers, as their disposition was too elegant and refined.

"We'll be going to Mertis Village, and lived there until the Dance Party began. Naturally, you would have to work as a maid there, and as the rewards, I'll teach you some tricks and lessons about various things to keep in mind. Our time there will be not too short, but also not too long, so make sure to take everything you feel like you'll need." Sitting inside the carriage, Luna and Letianna were the only people to enjoy its comfortable seats.

The interior looked as if it was bigger than its actual side, and it could easily fit in 6 people, making the space inside it ample for Letianna to do her reading, writing, and many more.

OC: Solet' Luna, Letianna. Location: Scribel City