South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Looking out at the crowd before her, the girl laughed quietly in delight. It seemed the people that she had detected were even stronger than what she had expected. This could prove to be a bit easier than what she had originally thought. Oddly enough, that of her own kind had not shown themselves but one of her blood had appeared. That was... interesting. She most definitely felt their presence but it seemed that they were shielding themselves from her. For what reasons she could not figure out why but she supposed that they had their reasons.

Regardless of their plan, she had a group of rather interesting men and women to greet. Standing up, she broke into a small curtsy as her lips turned upward into the faintest of smiles.

"Hello and welcome to these sacred grounds, you of my selection." She said, her voice echoing faintly in the relatively empty chamber. Turning to face the shaman she nodded as she answered her, a sad yet nostalgic look on her face. "I suppose you can say my existence as a whole was caused by magery of my decision. However my current state was not of my choice but yet again due to magery." She laughed sadly for a moment before focusing on the group as an entirety. "I must admit I had not been expecting as many to answer my call as they did. I apologize but I will not be requiring all of you."

She smile apologetically at the confession before walking to the ground level of the church, her steps leaving no trace in the dust. The people before her were most definitely strong but not all of them were necessary or capable of helping her despite their strength. She was searching for a certain spark that she feared that only a few of those before her held. Looking at the group, she could most definitely sense that three of them had the spark but only one of them were currently visible.

She stopped at a seemingly random point in the middle of the church but was approximately the dead center of all those that were standing in the church. "You," She said, pointing at the short red headed woman. "You are of my blood and posses the qualities I seek. And you two," She turned and pointed at the two summons standing in the back, the fox and the spirit of lightning. "Your master would fit were he to be here himself. Perhaps one of you could coax him to arrive? Finally, you in the shadows" The girl turned one last time to a shadowed balcony that had laid in the corner of the church. "In you I sense one willing to bloody their hands for the sake of good. Yes, you too shall fit."

Nodding to herself as if some equation made sense as a whole, the girl turned to face the rest of the group. She curtsied once more and smiled sadly again. She spoke, her voice tinged slightly with polite embarrassment. "I apologize for having to had all of you come out here yet not have you do anything. If it's any consolation, I can answer any questions you may have if it's within my power."

-Meanwhile-

As Ir reached the top of the stairwell, he would enter a crypt that was soaked with magical energy. Instantly the centerpiece of the crypt would catch one's eye, a single halberd floating as if suspended in a pillar of solid green crystal. The crystal itself glowed and pulsed gently as if alive, the ground around it inlaid with veins of the same crystal which spread throughout the entire crypt, not unlike an emerald spiderweb with the pillar at the center. The glow that the crystals provided was the only illumination in the otherwise pitch dark room.

The halberd was a thing of beauty by itself. The entire weapon seemed to be made of polished steel and the entire weapon just emanated magic. Despite the cracked hole in the edge of the axe section of the weapon, it was almost completely pristine. The runes on the edges of the weapon glowed a gentle blue that was visible through the green crystal it was suspended in. The shaft shone as if it had just been freshly forged and the leather grips were almost in perfect condition. Such was it's beauty that one couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that it was trapped in this crypt where nobody else would ever witness it's perfection.

Of course, a second after Ir walked into the crypt the sole occupant of the room made their presence known. He stepped forward from out of one of the many shadows in the room, the crystal veins around him turning red with very step. He spoke, his voice booming and echoing throughout the small crypt. "You. You are not allowed to be here. Turn back before I am forced to kill you." Malice and annoyance could be instantly detected in his tone and his intent to become violent was almost palpable. He reached to his hip and the gleam of steel was visible at his side. It was obvious that he was not kidding.
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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Ir rose his hands up in the air, his fingertips pointing to the ceiling of the crypt palms out. "i mean no harm great Guardian, i am only responding to the call of a physic. the Call lead me to this location and my magic has unwittingly dug me into what i assume if your home." he continued to keep his hands up in their passive gesture, as he crept slowly forwards seeing if the strange crystals in the room would react to him in the manner they did to the Guardian. "Please i beg your forgiveness i did not mean to knowingly intrude into this place." he looked around more amazed at what little he could see, from his perspective the halberd must have been the source of the crystal and it was growing out from around the epicenter. "but i am a Scholar, A Sao-Ota if you know of my race then you know i mean no harm in being here. i only seek knowledge if you will allow me to remain here i may discover something amazing." As his foot neared a crystal it turned Blue.

When the Guardian was near them they turned red, but when Ir was near them they turned Blue. his thoughts quickly raced to think of an explanation to this strange occurrence. the only logical conclusion he was able to come to was...Ir eyes grew wide with concern and very slowly parted his fingers bracing for what he was sure to happen if he was right about his quick conclusion about the crystals. "Please Great Guardian stay your sword i am a peaceful man and do not want to fight you." he only hoped the Guardian would not notice him spreading his fingers, and if he did IR hoped the Guardian was as slow as the armor he was clad in made him look.

There was a nagging thought in the back of his head since he had seen the Guardian. when it spoke to him its first word was, You. not like it was expecting him but like it was surprised to even seem him there. Did this Guardian know him, and if so who was he and did IR know the Guardian.There were so many questions made known to IR as he came to the crypt and not one had a solid answer yet. he had to find a way to prolong his visit here in the crypt peacefully, because if he and the Guardian were to fight some of the answers he sought may be destroyed or lost in the heat of the battle. the biggest question he had at the moment though was "who are you" he said thinking out loud. when he realized he had said it aloud he took a sharp breath. he had not intended to ask that question yet, because he secretly did not what to know the answer.

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On a road leading into the city, a wagon rolled into town pulled by two horses and with one discolored wheel, obviously a speedy fix up. Over its cargo lay a brown tarp, and under the tarp lay a slender figure in a robe, curled up with a red fox laying with her. A larger robed figure was at the lead of the wagon, one hand on the reins, the other behind his head as he leaned back. As they went over a bump in the road, that irritated the sleeping figure in the back, which woke up when she felt a strange, dry wind. This same wind aggrivated her, and she woke up, looking around, her hood falling down revealing orange hair with orange tips, and short black stripes on the edge of her chin, that wasn't very pronounced, but visible if you looked closely.

Leaning on the back of the front seat, the small figure said to the driver, "Did you feel that?" she asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes. The figure turned to her and shrugged. "Felt what?" he asked, neutrally. The small figure thought for a moment. "It felt...Like a dry wind." she said, hoping he might have felt it too. The driver shrugs and says, "Perhaps you should just go back to sleep, Rana. And especially you, Arcks." he said, annoyed at the fox that was licking the back of his head. Rana laughed lightly and sat down in the back. "Right. Wake me up when we get to whereever we're going..." she mumbled as she grabbed Arcks, silently telling him to stop bugging James and curling up to sleep again when something else bugged her.

Jumping up again, Rana looked around as she heard a small cry for help in her mind. Looking around, she looked at the confused Arcks and asked if he heard it. Arcks shook his small fuzzy head and Rana pet him on it. The fox purrs and lays down. Rana looked at James and asks, "Did you hear it?" she asked him, a bit worried now. James shook his head. "No, I didn't hear anything other then you jumping up and then talking to your fox." he said, in a rather annoyed tone now that they're starting to bug him more. Rana just stopped for a second and looked around, activating her connection to spirits and a fuzzy pair of tiger ears popped out of her hair and a unseeable tail popped out from behind her, but not seeable due tot he robe. She looked around till she saw something; a telepathic beacon. Rana's eyes widen for a while till a faint smile appears. She takes a breath and calls out to her youngest spirit, Erza the Eagle.

As Erza appears semi-transparently, she seems to have just woken up and was laying on Rana's shoulder, and gets up tiredly. Rana smiles and pats her head and Erza coos a bit before saying, "Good morning, big sis..." the small eagle spirit says and Arcks yipps as he tries to pounce her. Erza giggles a bit and pets her, but it'd look a bit mroe like a strong breeze did it. Rana smiles and says to Erza, "I need to get to where that beacon is." she explained. Erza looks at the beacon sleepily and nods. She flaps off quickly and seemed to scout out the area. Moments later, she returns to Rana. "There's not much there...Just a old building, big sis." Erza says, laying on Rana again. Rana smiles and calls to James, "Hey, umm...Can you head to this location?" she asked as she pointed it out on her map, Erza having made a small point on the map before Rana did so she could easily point it out. James looked at it and said, "Depends on why." he said, staring at the map then at Rana. Rana shrugs. "Dunno. Heard something that seemed to originate from there." she said, quietly. James sighs, knowing that wasn't a legit reason but didn't really feel like argueing with her about it. "Fine. If there's nothing there, I'm not going to listen to you about any of this." he said and Rana smiled. "Excellent. I'll head out and meet you there. Arcks, stay here and make sure James doesn't get in trouble." she said and Arcks nods and James just mumbles something along the lines of "Yeah, yeah..." before he snaps, "Wait, what?!" he asked as a flash of light came from the cargo and a eagle flew out. "Jeez, that girl..." he said and Arcks tilts his head as they detour towards he church.

Rana arrived at the church just as a spirit of a girl was talking. Perched in a broken window near the backof the church, Rana listens to it all in her Eagle form. She mulled it over for a while and used the vision of a eagle to pinpoint who the spirit pointed out; a red haired girl, a fox spirit and a lightning spirit both summoned by the same person, and then to someone in the shadows that Rana couldn't see. However, Rana figured she wasn't included in who the spirit was talking to and was going to stick around. She also wanted to see how Arcks would react to a spirit of the same animal as him.
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Mysk

The masked spirit bender looked at the ones whom suddenly surrounded him, truthfully, except for some red headed elf and someone in the shadows, the rest of them could easily bended to his will, for a time, being spirits and all. processing the situation and the fact that the spirit said he wasn't needed, Mysk simply made a small bow and started to leave. "I'm sorry to have intruded where my services are not needed then..." He said, rather emotionless. "I will be taking my leave then if you don't mind." Going out the door, the man whispered several words in quick succession, cleansing the air around him of any possible lingering spirits. For a spirit itself, it might be a little painful, like sharp fingers tugging at ones heart.

Walking rather fast out of the street the church was in, Mysk was rather disappointed by the whole affair. His experiments were rather done for a while and truthfully he wished to take a small break from it all. Looking at his coin purse, seemingly content that he at least wouldn't go without some luxury for a while, Mysk simply disappeared into the growing rush of people as the City of Rune slowly woke up.

(Btw, I'll be dropping this guy. I cant seem to make him work and always end up jammed as to what to do next. Might come back as a minor villain or something)

Czir

Going from one street to another, the scorpion moved pretty fast, not surprising considering its size. As per the usual, everyone who saw the beast gave it a clear wide birth. What Czir failed to consider however was by sticking to the main roads and the fact that there was no straight path to the church, he quickly got lost in the endless, dizzying streets of the city. The strange feeling slowly dissipated, as if whatever called him was no longer interested and the man simply stood there, confused. "Omens don't just vanish when it suits them... The gods wishes to play tricks it seems."

Not one to take things to seriously, Czir hauled Neek into a random direction and simply continued to go from one street to another.

Ruka

The hit took her completely by surprise but she barely flintched or moved, orcs are sturdy creatures after all. Looking at the man that just bumped in to her, Ruka wasn't quite sure what to make of the man. Dressed rather average, wearing gloves meant for archery yet he had no bow. His strange blade however did caught her attention, such a strange design for a sword. Certainly not Castam and from what she saw, not Hastrajal either. "Sorry there." She said, rather busily. "I was sort of in a hurry and wasn't looking where I was headed."
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Nyen did not like being in large crowds. Too many people that she couldn't watch, and Valentine refused to let her kill them all to get them out of her way. Even this many was extremely irritating, although outwardly she had remained expressionless while the spirit told them why she had gathered them to her. When the spirit had pointed out someone else on a balcony, Nyen had berated herself inwardly for not realizing the other was there. Even if there wasn't really a great deal of apparent danger, the two having the capacity to simply return eventually if ever 'killed' here, there was always the possibility of something that could do worse.

When the strangely dressed human left, neither Naoko nor Nyen felt anything significant, although the slight pinch was enough to make Nyen's hand stray towards a knife briefly. Naoko for her part, while indeed a spirit of sorts, was far more grounded in this plane than the average spirit and was as corporeal as anyone else. Adding her moderately strong bond with Valentine, the kitsune only responded by absentmindedly scratching her chest, directly over her heart. Nyen was much the same, although being an elemental from a different plane rather than an actual spirit of an element was her protection.

Valentine had finally reached the church after a great deal of running. The disturbing scorpion rider had run off into some other path, breaking his idea that perhaps they were going after the same thing he was. For his part, the constant awareness of where Naoko and Nyen were was enough for guidance, although that did guide him into a wall a few times, teaching him that stone does not lose to slow-moving flesh.

He arrived just as someone else walked out the door. That was strange. Did the spirit call others as well? The other faded away into the city before he was close enough to greet him. The red-clad mage went up to the doorway and leaned in, cautiously examining the room.

Naoko turned to look at him, beaming. She misunderstood his frantic gestures to be silent, thinking he was asking her to explain what was going on.

"I found the spirit, Valentine!"
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Rakamilya

Studied the spirit for a few moments and then shook her heads, "Mages, always putting their head down and trying to bash their way through, and not caring what they leave in their wake. No offense deary." She looked about at those gathered and then shrugged, "If you need more help deary, call again, for now I will go back to solving another mystery, one is enough at a time anyways." With that the shaman turned and pushed her way through the crowd once more, wondering what to do with her day.

Hathor

Wondered what had given her away, she was sure she'd been silent and unseen, but there were other ways of sensing people. The usual answer was that this.... spirit was a sensitive and had felt her magic, but that maybe hadn't been the case. She'd stand, coming to her full height, the gold of her armor glinting in the light as her eyes gazed through her mask down upon those gathered. Without hesitating she stepped up onto the railing and then over it, dropping to the floor beneath her, wings snapping open and flapping a few times. Her feet touched the ground with not a sound though her wings were rather noisy and kicked up a small cloud of dust.

Wings folding to her back she crossed her arms and stared at the spirit. She felt eyes upon her, but that didn't concern her, what did stood before her, "And why would you have need of that?" she would ask, curious, she was being polite, but their was a tense air about her, she didn't like being caught, unless she'd wanted to be.
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As he was about to leave, Shade was packing his things into his bag, when he felt a banging against his boot. Puzzled, he pauses, trying to figure out from where it was coming from, and what was doing it. He struggles to look down, and through the slit in his helmet, he can make out to what appears to be a piece of parchment, held up by that small creature that was with the Shaman the night before. Reluctantly he picks it up and unrolls it, reading the message. With this he made up his mind, he would continue on his quest to find a place in the world and to get free of his prison. He swings his bag over his shoulder and picks up his Halberd as it shines from a beam from the window. Avoiding the little creature so as to not hurt it, he makes his way out the door and into the already busy street. The Sun was already high in the sky, and it took a little bit for shades eyes to adjust to the brightness. Unsure of which direction he should take, he takes a moment to look around, and is sudden pointed in the direction of the church, as the bells ring to announce the quarter of the hour.

Intrigued by its design and purpose, he makes his way along in the busy street. He observed the bustling street, and wondered what he had been in his past life. Alas, he has no memory of it, nor does he think he would be able to remember anything. The city was an impressive sight for him. He had crossed several towns as he traveled here, but never had he seen such life and activity in a place. From wealthy merchants to poor beggars, each street was filled with life defining it. Just before reaching the church, he stops to examine some artifacts being sold by an old lady in the corner of a square, away from the mainstream of the main market.

He simply glances over the items, not really finding anything interesting. He goes to sit down at bench near one of the fountains in the shade, and takes out his little notebook, and begins making sketches of the church and the surrounding architecture.

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Allison's eyes caught movement from the balcony, and while she knew there was a possibility of someone being up there, she hadn't actually expected it. Or maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. No matter, if someone was up there they didn't seem to have ill intentions.

With no imminent threat from the balcony, her eyes fell back to the girl once more. Even without the psychic impulse, Allison was drawn to the girl.

Allison stayed quiet when the girl started talking, occasionally glancing at the others. She frowned slightly when she was told she was of the same blood as the girl. That's odd. She'd have to inquire about it. Then the girl turned and spoke towards the balcony—So there was someone up there. Still, Allison waited patiently. Once the girl had finished speaking, she took the opportunity to- Eh? Is that an eagle? When'd it show up?

Eagles were uncommon in this part of the world, either it was someone's pet, or someone who knew how to change their shape. The former was more probable, though the latter was far from unlikely. This distraction cost Allison her chance to ask a question, however, as the winged woman from the balcony had asked one. That's fine. Her question could wait for another time.

"No no, it's my fault," Cayl dusted himself off as he spoke. "I shouldn't be wandering the city without paying attention."

Only now did he get a good look at the Orc woman, she was a bit taller than him. She also had surprisingly good manners. Cayl noted her tone of voice, and while not the best at reading people, Orcs weren't the best at concealing their thoughts, either.

"You seem to be in a hurry, where's the fire?" He was always up for lending his guide services to people, especially if they were newcomers! Not to mention an Orc in a hurry usually meant trouble.

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Giggling as the last two members of the group revealed themselves the girl did a quick curtsy, choosing to address the winged woman first. "When faced with one willing to shed blood, would it not be smart to call for a champion prepared to do such a thing themselves? I require you to be with me in the event that of my blood and that of oak failed, you of stained wings." Shrugging she looked over at the entrance and spotted a man in a red hat attempting to silence the fox spirit. With a quiet laugh she vanished from sight and reappeared just next to him.

"Wouldn't you prefer to wait inside, sir oak? " The girl said, an amused tone evident in her voice. "I believe you would be much more comfortable silencing your summon when you are right next to her rather than when you were outside." The man in red was evidently startled by her sudden appearance as was the lightning spirit. The lightning spirit had even gone so far as to draw a weapon. Odd. To think that the lightning spirit would be defensive against a being that could barely interact with the world around them. With a giggle she motioned for the man in red to follow her. After a second, he seemed to hesitantly follow her into the chapel.

Once he was a fair distance from the door, she pointed at a metal post that was holding up a lantern and snapped her fingers. The base of the lantern exploded and the heavy metal pole slammed down, closing the door and sealing off the church. Excellent. She didn't need anyone else to hear what she was going to say. Turning to the group before her, she noted that the man in red was staying as close to his summons as possible.

"While I would prefer to spend some more time explaining everything to you, we are a bit rushed on time sadly." She said, disappointment evident in her voice. "In essence, I used to be a part of a system that had protected a magical artifact from beings that may decide to harm, damage or misuse it. I'm not sure how but somehow, I was separated from this system. I still have a strong enough link to tell that whoever did is most definitely doing something... wrong to the artifact. While I am not sure what will happen to me if they succeed I do know that if they manage to gain complete access to the artifact that bad things will happen. I can't promise you much but I can reward at least one of you for a fact and you are all free to take the corrupter's belongings. Knowing that, will you help me?"

-MEANWHILE-

The armored man's eyes visibly narrowed at Ir's insistence on staying but beside from that, there was no other reaction. If he had heard Ir's question, he did not show nor did he respond to it. "I know not of your people, insect nor do I care for your purposes, your identity, or your intentions. I have faced off against those that claimed themselves to be scholars and men of peace and slain them alike." The man spoke, his booming voice gaining an detectable edge as his hand ever so slightly tightened the grip on his sword. "I care not what you think of yourself. I give you one last option insect. Leave and forget this crypt, let sleeping dogs lie, and live. Stay and die. "

As the man gave his ultimatum, the crystals surrounding the pulsing of the room intensified for a moment. The man paused and stared at the crystal pillar, his eyes narrowing. For a second all was calm. Then the slow pulsing of the crystal growing in speed until it was almost like a heartbeat, the red aura around the masked man and the blue aura surrounding Ir intensifying. Almost at once, a voice could be heard in Ir's mind. "Help me, please. He seeks to imprison me here and to drain me of my energies for his own purposes. Free me quick! Before he kills you!"

As the pulsing intensified the masked man leveled his gaze at Ir, his gaze like cold rubies in the dark room. "I see, it is too late." He said, his voice losing his previous room filling tone. Instead it was barely above a whisper. With a light flick of the wrist he drew a pair of swords from beneath his cloak, red blade in his left and blue in his right. The instant the two blades were drawn the light from the room seemed to physically flinch at their presence, as if they were anathema to the light being produced by the crystals. Anyone that could detect magic could tell that they were drinking in the magic that the pillar in the center of the room was now giving off.

"You." The man continued to speak, his voice still at a whisper like level. "You should have left before it came to this. You are beyond redemption. Death is the only release from this level of corruption. Farewell." Without another word the man stepped back into the shadows before reappearing slightly to Ir's left, the red cursed blade arcing towards his neck and the blue cursed blade speeding forward for a stab between the ribs. It was a slow attack, easily parried or dodged so long as one did not attempt to touch the weapons with magical energy. It was quite obvious that it was a testing blow but it was a lethal one nonetheless. As the armored man reappeared, so did the voice in Ir's head.

"Magic is useless against him! Hurry, free me before he catches you! I can help you!"
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The Man was able to move quickly and from first glance he could move through shadows at an untraceable speed. Ir needed to move out of danger before he could help what ever voice he was hearing though.

Ir made a swift leap to his right while summoning an air current, as he landed moved his arms swirled in a small circle motion as he rode the air current to the giant crystal in the room. "sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry,i really didn't want to fight you." he quickly stammered out the entire time.

Turning his body to the pillar tightened his stance up, clenched his hands and thrust both arms towards the pillar, summoning a massive stone column to strike it, or so he had hoped. "Crap" he muttered.

he couldn't bend the earth in the room but he was able to summon and bend the air just fine, he was going to need to use his hands. and from the looks of the Guardian he wasn't going to have the chance to fail a second time.

Taking a deep breath quickly, Ir swept his left hand forwards making the air in from of his right arm slip stream forwards. turning his body back as he reeled up his next strike. he drew his right arm back fist clenched into a tight ball. He summoned a torrent of fire behind his elbow and rocketed his fist forwards with all his might; turning his torso, guiding his arm along the slipstream, powered forwards by the fire storm. it had to be enough to break the crystal he hoped. This was most probably his last chance to break it, he could not fight the Guardian without his magic and live, of that he was certain.

His fist hammered into the crystal with all his might and a cracking sound could be heard. IR cradled his right hand in his left. It was throbbing in pain and his knuckles were bleeding he may have even broken something. Looking at where he had punched it the crystal has a spider web of cracks spreading out. “I tried, I really did” he choked out from a mix of sorrow and pain.

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Tarvas was lost within the city; this unknown land has brought him nothing now but simple confusion. The language was weird here, nothing truly made sense; to think he tries to capture the essence of the language and it runs away from him in an instant. Talking to people only makes it worse, if they are not unsettled by his presence, they are even less then helpful as they speak their weird tongue slower as if it would make some sort of communication bridge, only to feel slightly insulted by the way he is being spoken to. The buildings are weird as well, nothing as grand or as depressing as the contrasting sides of the land he once comes from, nay these buildings have characters all on their own, nothing doom and gloom or sanctimonious as the Temples at his home. Again, it also comes down to language as the scribbling on the signs are strange, he is not sure whether to read forwards or backward, whether the characters are separate entities or part of a larger entity. Stranger after Stranger, being shoved left and right. He recognizes the marketplace, easy when there are a bunch of goods and stalls, but really he is still only confused as they offered him weird goods for weird capital. Often he would hear the word “gold” and “gold pieces”; possibly the currency of the city; could those very words translate to his currency as well or is the word “gold” some other form of minted object. He tried to look for something he could familiarize with, something that he could relate to. Wondering around like a lost puppy made Tarvas regret this decision, it felt fine being onboard a ship; this was a completely different monster all together.

It was pure bloody luck, or fate if you’re into that sort of thing, that he managed to find a Church in the city. ‘Do my eyes tell me lies?’ he questioned in his head. ‘That building feels far too familiar, maybe I can learn from here, maybe I can see if I can speak this foreign tongue of theirs so that I may continue my mission!’ He declared. The first real steps to solving this land’s mysteries by solving its language, yet unprepared for what lies inside.
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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Valentine was mildly accustomed to having the strange and unnatural occur around him-he was a summoner, and a mage aside. He was even used to meeting ghosts and various spirits. Still, rarely did he meet this many other folk with powers equal to or greater than his own in one room, and never had he met a spirit that seemed so sincerely and truthfully intertwined with something as potentially significant as this. And why had the spirit called him Sir Oak? As far as he could remember, nobody in his lineage had ever been referred to by such a title. Dismissing that question for now, the mage cupped his chin in thought.

The spirit seemed powerful enough on its own, capable of creating its own explosions and teleporting, if that startling one previously had been anything to go on. They weren't particularly trapped in here, so it shouldn't be some sort of elaborate trap.

Naoko doesn't seem to mind being here. Valentine thought, looking around the room cautiously with head down turned and immobile. If this spirit's power is any indication, then her artifact must be very powerful. Even if I couldn't use it myself, there are other things I could do with it. A gift, maybe. But if this spirit was so powerful, and the artifact even more so, then whoever is apparently 'misusing' the thing is almost definitely more dangerous than me, at least if I can't get one of my elementals to help. And why would only one of us be rewarded by her directly?

Nyen had lowered her knife, at least for now. She too, had noted the arrival of the bird and watched it carefully.

Hmm. At least, if these others accompany me, I have a fair chance of getting whatever this reward is myself. Hopefully none of them will try to kill me for it if I'm the one who she chooses to reward. Maybe this villain will have a few decent magical items, and if the others are at least roughly as powerful as I think I am, then we should be fairly well off. Even if I don't get her reward, perhaps she'd be open to a contract.

Naoko tugged on his elbow, attempting to be more discreet this time.

"We're going to help." Her rather loud whisper was more of a statement than a question, but Valentine had already made up his mind.

He lifted his chin, giving the...human? spirit a smile through his cloth mask.

"Of course!" Valentine said confidently, clapping his gloved hands together once to emphasize his agreement.

"I do have a few questions, if you don't mind my asking. First, would you be coming along with us, and second, could you at least tell us anything possibly relevant to what we might be fighting? Evil magi, an enraged orc, perhaps a horrible mind-eating abomination? Or did your removal prevent you from going near this artifact of yours? Anything else can wait if you're coming with us. Right, and hello, potential traveling companions!"

He waved at the admittedly beautiful redheaded human-Presumably related to the spirit somehow-and to the also quite attractive winged humanoid, beaming.

This was a good day. His companions were to be very easy on the eyes as well as competent, and there was the promise of greater power ahead. Why couldn't more first days in cities be like this?
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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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Allison listened carefully, both to the spirit and then the summoner. Once they were done speaking, Allison opened her mouth to say something for the first time since she left the inn.

"I'm inclined to mirror... Sir Oak's questions," She gestured towards the summoner. "As well as add some of my own. First, how are we of the same blood? To my knowledge, my father is the only living kin I have."

Sparing a quick glance around the room, Allison posed her second question.

"And, is it okay if we make a small detour? I assume I'll be needing a weapon, and there aren't any suitable materials here." Well, there were, but they wouldn't make effective weapons without refining, to reduce the weight.

Returning the summoner's wave, she realized she had seen him in the inn the night before. Interesting.

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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

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As Ir collapsed to the ground, the masked man dashed forward with his swords in hand. Then the crack on the pillar intensified and spread, light pouring from the gap and illuminating the room. As the room filled with light, the presence of something greater could be felt. The masked man spared the pillar a second's glance before hastening in his dash, the red blade arcing to take Ir's head off. For a second, death was visible on the lines of fate that dictated Ir's destiny. Death was so close, its presence was almost palatable as the blade bridged the last feet towards Ir's neck.

A split moment before the blade tasted flesh, the pillar shuddered and detonated, sending shrapnel throughout the room with one particularly large shard sent flying towards the masked man. The man's eyes shone with horror before dashing back, the tip of the sword narrowly missing Ir's throat as it did. The room filled with white arcane energy that felt almost pure in is alignment, though the alignment could not be easily discerned. As the arcane energy touched the masked man, the slightest hints of smoke wafted off of him and he took a step back with hate in his eyes.

With the masked man held back, the energy directed it's attention onto Ir. The energy washed over him and his bones began to knit, wounds began to close, and injuries were reversed as if he had never been harmed in the first place. The halberd floated there, the slightest urging in Ir's mind to grab it. However, at the edge of the room, the masked man watched with a disapproving look in his eyes.

"Insect, accept your demise already. Nothing good shall come from using that weapon."
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Giggling, the girl turned her attention to the man in red and shrugged slightly in response to his second and third questions. "I am most definitely coming along with you for as far as possible. I suspect that you would be incapable of finding my artifact if I were not to guide you. As to my usurper... I cannot tell you much about him. He has warded his hiding place to protect against spirits and I cannot enter. I can ensure you that he must be highly magical though, as I have doubts that anyone without magic can displace me."

Turning to face the redheaded woman, she grinned an all too knowing grin at the woman's question. "You cannot feel it in your blood? Well, I suppose you shall learn in time. For now you have time to gather your arms. I would suggest you hurry though."

With a quiet giggle, the girl stepped back from the rest of the group."Well, with that done, I suggest you all reconvene in an hour. You shall know where to find me next." Snapping her fingers, the metal post was neatly severed in half by yet another explosion allowing for the door to be opened. At the same time, the girl faded from existence and a familiar tugging sensation towards an oasis outside the city could be felt by all those present.
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Re: South Bound: The Quest for Hastrajal (RP)

#60 Post by isstmich »

EDITED: December 17th 6:50 PM PST (weapon information was provided after initial post that conflicts with creators information.)

An explosive shattering sound filled Ir's Ears as the pillar fell the shambles. He closed his eyes as the room filled with a blinding light, but it wasnt an ordinary light. As Ir felt the light wash over him, his injured hand ceased to hurt and he could feel it healing, this was no ordinary light he could almost feel a kind of gentle warmth in it as he felt the need to grab the halberd that was encased in the crystal.

With a new found surge of energy, that his death was not immediately upon him, Ir stood up and Grabbed the halberd by its handle. The moment his hand came into contact with the Halberds handle Ir's mind was flooded with memories, memories of a man who had spent a lifetime training, a lifetime of perfecting, A lifetime of battle experience and expertise in a single weapon. with this enchanted Halberd in his hands IR was sure no one alive would be able to challenge him in a fight. its funny, he thought the magic in the room was from the crystal but now that he is touching the halberd he can tell it all came from this Single weapon. a Weapon that Ir could tell had much more magic in it then any normal weapon should, or even could. The grip was smooth and as he pulled it out of the remaining crystal he discovered it was incredibly well balanced, its back end had more weight to it then the bladed end most probably because of the perfect hole missing out of the Axe-head. Running his finger experimentally over the axe Blade to test it sharpness his thought lingered on how it such a perfect hole punched out of the middle of a weapon with what as far as Ir was able to tell had a very powerful protection charm on it. he would need to take it to an enchanting specialist, and what was this light. a light that could heal wounds and communicate telepathically This was something very strange that would need further research into for certain, but for now Ir had to focus on the man in who he was sharing a room with. he held in his hands a weapon of physical form, a weapon that made him feel invincible, his opponents anti-magic blades were no longer his greatest concern or even a minor concern now. Ir can fight back, he will win!

Ir spun the halberd around with such effortless ease it looked as though Ir was a halberd master and turned himself to face his dominate shoulder at his opponent taking the weapon with both hands and breaking his knees lowering his stance." Im ready to Fight now" he called, "i hope you are too." with the spear tip of the halberd now pointing squarely at his enemy Ir took a moment to clear his mind.Ir cast a simple spell one that would call the faintest of winds began to stir around the Halberd this would speed his swings and deepen any cut and slice he delivers to his foe, but what had been summoned was a powerful howling Gale, as the air whipped around the Axe-head the sharp hole in the middle began to make the air cry out in a whistle. He shifted his weight and advanced with a powerful lunge, at a blinding speed.

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