Complete Private Western Brisshal (Reaping Season I) The Disappearances

[Siondhe]

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She followed Moonsong back the way they'd come, before detouring down the other corridor that had been ignored on their initial pass. Something about the whole situation wasn't sitting right with Kyra, the entire thing feeling...ominous, in a way. Moonsong seemed, well like her normal self - determined, on the path, straight and focused. As if the problem could be solved with the simple slash of a blade. Maybe it can...maybe problems really are that simple. Maybe I'm over thinking it all.

She wasn't sure either way. All she knew, was that something wasn't adding up here. First, the Reaper appearing in front of them - strong enough that even Moonsong couldn't touch it. Then the lost soul, wandering in a room alone, waiting for the guidance of the Reaper that never came.

Hey, do you hear that?

Kyra froze suddenly, her head tilted slightly to the left as her ears leaned forwards, considering the sounds. She could've sworn she heard...scratching. She closed her eyes, summoning the soul lines before trying to look around the area again. Still nothing...not a single damn line in this entire-

Moonie...are you dead?

There was no line, connecting herself to Moonsong. Nothing showing that the other girl was alive, even though she stood right in front of her - and for a brief second, Kyra felt panic well up inside her. Did I lose my magic? Did...no, it's still there...I can still feel it...then what...

The panic froze as she heard another sound, a soft whisper on the wind. Coming from directly ahead of them, and loud enough that she figured Moonsong would hear it too.

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

"I'm alive, why?" Moonsong stopped, looking behind to see the confused fox beastfolk. "You can't sense me?" That means they're in the right direction, then, as indicated by a whisper in their front. "Whatever is it that awaits us behind this door, it's masking off life-forces." She slowly walked back, making some distance from the door. Her palm opened, aimed straight toward the giant metal door. "Stay clear."

BLAM

With her gravity magic, the door was pushed swung open, revealing yet another massive room, but it's time the room is circular, its floors filled with glowing inscriptions. And in the middle of it all, another raised platform with four braziers with black flames surrounding one individual draped in a black robe.

"Who dares?"

It seems that they interrupted this shadowy figure in the middle of something. Are they... performing some kind of ritual? The same one the Reaper was doing, but this one seemed different. "It's us, you fucko. Time to stop your perversion." Moonsong declared, trying to assess things in this dark room. The braziers were visually connected to... multiple spirits floating above.

"... Don't meddle in the Reaper's business." The mysterious person growled, taking a black flame from a brazier into their right hand, and compressing it to a small glow.

"Nah, we met the Reaper. Definitely doesn't look anything like you. Prepare for a beating."

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Kyra's ears twitched as Moonsong confirmed she was alive, then straight out noted the reason Kyra had been concerned in the first place. Whatever was here was masking their presence, but also the presence of every living thing in the vicinit-

Wait no don-

Moonsong slammed into the door, ignoring Kyra's warnings as she hurtled forwards into the next room, the scene eerily similar to the one they had seen before. Kyra's head rang from the impact, and from...something else. Magical interference...making it hard to think...to focus...In an urge to stop the pressure growing in her head, Kyra cut her ties to the spirit magic, noticing immediately that it had disappeared. Affects spirit magic...great, so much for healing...

You're not Reaper, and whatever you're doing here...it ends now.

She hissed the words at the hooded figure, drawing out her scythe to her side as she glanced over at Moonsong. The woman appeared ready for a fight, and for once, Kyra wasn't going to stop her. Whatever this person, this thing was - it was going to be stopped here, and now.

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 5 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

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The brunette looked at her side. it seemed that Kyra's spirit magic was greatly affected by whatever the life-dampening magic the False Reaper had. If he was using a powerful magical artifact, that thing must be secured at all cost.

"I'll go distract him." Moonsong rushed, summoning blades around her, and jumped right into the middle of the room, grabbing one blade to cut the mysterious person. It seemed that the attack succeeded in bisecting him, but a black fire from one of the braziers shot out into his cloaked body, repairing it as if nothing happened.

The hooded person quickly retaliated, making a pulling motion with his right hand. She could see an ethereal image of herself suddenly getting pulled out of her body, before getting absorbed by the False Reaper. "What the-" He seemed to enjoy the process of absorbing the life force.

"This guy might be an impostor, but his power isn't a joke." Moonsong panted having lost some of her life force, looking at her partner. "Kyra, you can do something to mess with that ability of his?"

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (54) + 0 = 54
Awareness | Moonsong | 1345C1 # Hooded Awareness Check DC 40

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (36, 77) + 25 + 20 = 122
122 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Moonsong | 1288C4

Save
1d100 (18) + 70 = 88
Will | Moonsong | 1345C1

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 4 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

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@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Vulnerable
Damage: -70 HP

Moonsong didn't wait, didn't try and talk or negotiate. She launched into an assault against the man, tearing through cloak and...air? Kyra watched as the cloak and form seemed to shimmer, before reappearing exactly where Moonsong had cut through it. Her brow furrowed for a single second as she tried to piece together the importance of that instant, the critical piece of information that it was. Then she was on the move, her scythe twirling beside her as she rushed the thing.

I don't know...not for sure...for now, let's just focus on assault. Something may appear as we cut into this...thing.

As she spoke, she leaped forward, her scythe lashing outwards and catching the thing in an underhand swing, the blade tearing through cloak and something more solid, before passing through and leaving behind...the cloaked individual, intact and appearing unharmed.

What the hell...but I felt it...mirage? She wasn't sure, but as she stepped backwards, she watched Moonsong's assault, trying to gauge if her guess was correct. Something was off...and for a single second she wondering if things were actually as they appeared.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (21) + 25 = 46
Awareness | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (82, 19) + 25 + 25 + 25 = 157
157 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Save
1d100 (99) + 25 = 124
Will | Kyra Vashtana | 1345

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 3 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

@Moonsong

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[Lune]

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The longer they stay in the room, the more they felt energy coming out from their body, slowly getting absorbed by the False Reaper.

Even though the cloak and the person themselves seemed to regenerate back from any kind of attack, there was a small reaction from the person upon receiving damage. "Doesn't seem to take damage, but there's definitely something physical in there." Moonsong analyzed.

Using her mastery of Astramancy, she peered into the immediate future.

Their next attack would be... A life-destroying black bolt, shot from both hands. Could literally wipe a person off the physical world upon contact.

"Kyra, watch the direction of their hand this time." She warned, having seen the result of the attack herself through divination. "It's gonna be deadly." The brunette then summoned several swords back into her side, taking a more defensive stance to parry off any projectiles that might come their way. The swords spun, ready to act.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (93) + 0 = 93
Awareness | Moonsong | 1345C2

Protect
1d100 (33) + 25 + 20 = 78
78 damage | MISS
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status @Kyra Vashtana
Astramancy | Moonsong | 1345C2

Save
1d100 (76) + 70 = 146
Will | Moonsong | 1345C2

Protect Aura
Advantage on Save for @Moonsong and @Kyra Vashtana

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 3 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

Play Sheet

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Vulnerable
Damage: -35 HP

Kyra's head snapped at Moonsong's words, her eyes locking onto the hands of the individual in front of them, watching for what Moonsong thought she had seen. The figure, as predicted, raised their hands, releasing some form of assault that Kyra could only correlate to some kind of dark magic. Dodging to the side, she rolled upwards again on the far side of the room, grasping her scythe in her hand and lunging forwards.

Getting real tired...of your bullshit here...you fake wanna-be!

Her weapon lashed out towards the humanoid, tearing through the space that it had stood mere moments before. Kyra blinked, slowly realising that the thing had never stood in the spot she had just attempted to assault, spinning to find it situated closer to Moonsong.

How the hell...

She didn't have time to consider the implications, watching as it began launching its assault against her companion. Springing forward, Kyra pushed herself across the room to help her friend.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (9) + 25 = 34 (Failure, Automatic Miss)
Awareness | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Heavy Attack
1d100 (7) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 20 = 102
102 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Slash Weapons | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Save
2d100 (Advantage) (98, 41) + 25 = 123
Will | Kyra Vashtana | 1345

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 3 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

@Moonsong

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[Lune]

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It's like the False Reaper adapted to their attacks, nulling them completely. Spacetime manipulation? No. It's akin to temporarily jumping between realms; astral and physical. If they can't figure out the timing of that switch...

"It's... getting really dangerous here." Moonsong mentioned, reminding Kyra that currently their lifeforce is being drained as they speak. "Vision's getting really blurry. We should attack in succession to avoid missing."

The floating, robed figure was real, she confirmed with the fact that it retaliated after they 'wounded' them. If it exists, they can kill it. "Let's go, I'm going to the left. Go to the right, Kyra." She dashed, quickly summoning three blades behind the False Reaper to catch him off guard, before shooting it toward their back.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (33) + 0 = 33 (MISS)
Awareness | Moonsong | 1345C3

Protect
1d100 (41) + 25 + 20 = 86
86 damage (MISS)
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status @Kyra Vashtana
Astramancy | Moonsong | 1345C2

Will Save
I have 70 will this will auto-clear anyway.

Protect Aura
Advantage on Save for @Moonsong and @Kyra Vashtana

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ 3 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

Play Sheet

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Vulnerable
Damage: -35 HP

Moonsong was right. Things were getting far too dire for her enjoyment. Whatever it was that they were facing, it had managed to phase out from beneath Kyra's assaults on it, some of them entirely missing what had been there mere seconds before.

This thing, whatever the hell it is...we need to destroy it. Before it becomes a threat to more than just the nearby old folks. A sudden determination had come over her as she glanced between Moonsong and the cloaked figure. She could've sworn that she was seeing the same thing Moonsong had mentioned, the seemingly shifting of the figures form.

I've had about enough of you...

Three quick steps and Kyra was swinging her scythe forwards and into the chest of the thing, expecting to flow through the air. Instead, she felt something solid, and for a moment her scythe remained stuck in the creature, before it seemed to phase out of reality with a sudden shriek of pain.

So you can die! Moonsong! Get it while it's weak!

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (65) + 25 = 90
Awareness | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Heavy Attack
1d100 (69) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 20 = 164
164 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Slash Weapons | Kyra Vashtana | 1345


Save
1d100 (89) + 25 = 114
Will | Kyra Vashtana | 1345

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 80 RETAL 35

❰ 1 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

@Moonsong

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[Lune]

105 / 315

The cloaked figure shrieked in pain, floating back, unknowingly getting into the firing area of Moonsong's spell. "Good job, Kyra." Her flying swords slowly disintegrated, the energy coming back into her right hand, forming an unstable, black ball in the front of her palm. She brunette was charging up her attack while Kyra weakened the mysterious person with her attack.

"It's hard to phase out with that wound, eh?" Her palm was shaking hard, trying to contain astral energy aimed straight at the False Reaper. "Well then, say goodbye." Fully charged, the ball exploded forwards into a gravity blast, massive enough to blow out the braziers and sent the False Reaper flying onto one of the pillars in the corners of the room.

A necklace fell onto the stone ground, with a purple gem embedded in it. "Huh," Moonsong walked towards it and as soon as she picked it up, the spell masking all of the lifeforce in this place was undone, enabling Kyra to feel life with her Spirit Magic once again.

The False Reaper stumbled, trying to get up. The pair stood before them, with Moonsong stomping on their hand to prevent them from getting up. "Let's see who's been playing with lives." She flicked the hood to reveal the perpetrator.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (73) + 0 = 73
Awareness | Moonsong | 1345 | pls don't miss

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (47, 92) + 25 + 20 = 411 (Crit!)
411 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Moonsong | 1345

Will Save
I have 70 will this will auto-clear anyway.

Protect Aura
Advantage on Save for @Moonsong and @Kyra Vashtana

Spoiler: The False Reaper

Soulless
DC 125 80 RETAL 35

❰ -4 / 5 ❱

Hooded. Covered in cloth and cloak, this creature is nimble and hard to pinpoint. At the beginning of your turn, before any attacks are made, make an Awareness check against a DC 40. On a failure, your attack automatically misses as it seems to fade through the cloak itself, hitting nothing but air.
Dark Magic. No cultist, or creature of the dark ever fights in a way that gives their opponent any ground. At the end of your turn, make a Will save against a DC 35. On a failure, you are paralysed for the next round.

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@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

220 / 220

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The cloaked figure stumbled under Moonsong's assault, and for a brief moment Kyra felt the desire to finish what Moonsong had started. To bring it all to an end, with one single slash. It took all of her effort to fight against the urge, to resist the ease that it would be to simply end the thing, once and for all.

It was Moonsong's movement to dehood the figure that stopped Kyra, a hiss escaping her as the face of a man was revealed. Pale, silvered hair, red eyes and a feature that might be considered pleasant by some. Everything about it reminded Kyra of the common perception of royalty.

You may...have won this round. But I am not defeated. Not yet. I will return. These things...these people. They don't need this anymore. They're old, frail. Dying. Better to sacrifice...to someone like me.

Kyra snarled as the man spoke, each word only causing her anger to increase. She felt the hatred within her, so similar to that time in the forests of Western Brisshal. A flash of memory consumed her vision for a second, staring out at a camp of children, woman, and workers. All dying, torn to pieces, left to choke on their own blood.

I'll be back soon enough. You cannot stop what is inevitable. You cannot stop the natural flow of life!

Kyra stepped forward, looking down at the man with disgust on her face. For a moment, she hesitated, considering the man. When she did speak, it was softly, her voice barely a whisper.

No, you won't.

Her scythe slashed outwards, a purple aura surrounding the blade as it tore into the neck of the man, not quite removing the head entirely, but tearing into the stem itself. The blood sprayed outwards and upwards, coating Kyra's entire right side in a crimson colouring.

You won't ever leave this crypt again, alive.

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

He was certainly not from around here, and no one knows how long he had been doing this.

I'll be back soon enough. You cannot stop what is inevitable. You cannot stop the natural flow of life!

"Uh, what you're doing here isn't exactly the natural flow of life, dumbass."

Playing with the circle of life was certainly punishable by death, even Moonsong herself knew that much. But killing him seems to be an easy way out for him. Especially since the man kept boasting about how he will return. Weird.

As Kyra slashed the man's neck open, Moonsong stepped back, avoiding the blood spray. The False Reaper was still alive, clinging to his life. He messed with the wrong person; the doctor who could inflict all kinds of pain without killing him.

"Death is too merciful for him," The songstress exhaled, "I'm sure the Reaper would understand. Do what you want, Kyra."

With his defeat, surely the spirits imprisoned in this place will finally be freed, allowing The Reaper to find them and guide them to their next life. She looked at the necklace with the purple gem, the source of the man's power of manipulating life. "Gotta bring this back to the Guild, seal it deep forever."

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

250 / 250

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For a brief moment a dark light seemed to enter Kyra's eyes at the words of Moonsong, an almost bloodlust like expression on her face. Holding the scythe to the side, she stepped forward, her right hand reaching out as if to grasp the man, blood still pouring from his neck. She stared into the eyes of the man, the horror, pain and suffering apparent on his face.

I give unto you this gift, provided willingly...may it ease your pain...may it return that which was taken...

Briefly, she watched as the flow of energy left her own body and connected with his, a small tear opening on her left cheek in response to the healing magic. Her eyes seemed to burn with a darkness that hadn't been there moments before, and softly, she answered Moonsong.

One Death will never be enough...he should suffer the deaths of all those he killed. All those lives that he left to wander aimless through the halls of this crypt...a thousand fold over...and I have the power to do that.

Her scythe slashed the man's newly healed neck, opening the wound again as he screamed out in pain in response to the fox girl's strike. She didn't take her eyes off the man, speaking to Moonsong even as she watched - with an almost gleeful look - the man's life slowly leaking out of him.

Perhaps I'll do that...heal him, over and over again...to relive this pain...until he understands the horrors he imposed on others...

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

"Perhaps I'll do that...heal him, over and over again...to relive this pain...until he understands the horrors he imposed on others..."

Even though the man deserved this, the look on Kyra's face that she had never seen before implied that she enjoyed this. Well, it's not like Moonsong would stop her, anyway.

"Not a bad idea, here." The songstress tossed the magical necklace toward the beastfolk. "You might able to do something with that. I'm gonna check on that one specter we found earlier." She walked towards the iron door, and before disappearing she left her a message. "I assume you'll be done by the time I come back. Don't overdo it, you might get pulled into the darkness."

Of course, there's gotta be a price for wielding such power. That man was probably not that greedy initially, but once he had tasted true power, to truly manipulate the living and the dead...

... Even the most resilient person would turn.

Moonsong already reached the room on the other side of the hallway while pondering. Peeking her head inside, the ghost that was initially waiting in the middle of the room wasn't there anymore. Looks like The Reaper finally got to help her pass to the other side.

Making her way back to the ritual room, the woman leaned on the side of the door, calling out to Kyra who might or might not have killed the man a thousand times.

"Well? Everything done yet?"

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

250 / 250

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There wasn't a shift, or a change in the personality as Moonsong left the room. Kyra's expression remained dark, her eyes staring at the man before her, considering the actions he had done, the crimes he had committed. Inside of her, she could feel something dark welling up, a desire to...harm. For moments longer than she'd like to admit, she wanted to do nothing more than follow through with her threats, to make the man suffer more than he'd caused others to suffer.

But as the voice of Moonsong returned, Kyra knew she couldn't do it. Couldn't followed through with the action. She scowled, wondering if it was weakness, or strength that stopped her. May the darkness within lay not without, lest it covet that which is meant to be burned forever...Old words, wise words perhaps. It didn't matter; Kyra knew she couldn't - wouldn't - torture this man.

Which wasn't to say that she wouldn't do something to him. She turned to look at Moonsong briefly; the dark expression gone from her face, but the determination in her eyes hardened. No smile lit across her lips, no happiness at what she was about to do. It was simply a necessity.

Almost...there's just one thing I need to do.

She reached out with her spirit magic, finding the soul line of the individual in front of her. She let some of her healing magic burst into the man, cleaning up the neck wound and allowing him to breath again. Then, she reached further into him, finding the centre that burned, before extinguishing it.

What...what did you do?! I feel...different...hollow somehow...what did you do?!

Kyra began walking away, not looking back even as she answered the man. Her voice was empty, void of any emotion. There was no anger in her anymore, no desire to harm. No darkness. She'd chosen her path, and now she intended to walk upon it.

I took away that which you coveted most...your very soul. Perhaps it'll return, one day. Perhaps you'll walk eternity, undying, a hollowed out husk of what you used to be. Only time will tell...but I can assure you, it won't be pleasant.

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

"Guild called the Lions here. They'll be here soon to clean things up," She looked at the pitiful guy, robbed of his life essence, probably destined to walk this plane for eternity. "And put that guy away forever. Let's go."

Her eyes turned to Kyra, who moments before was looking like she was enjoying this, but quickly got control of herself and did what she need to do; expense justice.

The traps were already disabled when they were making their way outside, back to the surface of the scary graveyard. There was considerably less fog compared to when they arrived, confirming further that that guy definitely used some kind of shroud magic on his hideout. Four persons approached Moonsong, two was sporting gold tags while the other two were wearing Lions uniform. The woman nodded at them before motioning to the crypt below.

"The necklace." She gestured, wanting Kyra to give her the magical artifact

"In the end, we couldn't save anyone, not even one person. But that's just the reality of it." If they were saving the dead, does it even count? Well, maybe Death will be more lenient to the both of them now that the Reaper sort of owes them a favor.

"I'm gonna report back to the guild. You?"

@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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She'd followed Moonsong out of the crypt, remaining silent the entire way. As the individuals approached them - members of the guild, that Moonsong had called - Kyra found herself almost dazed. Lost in thought, considering what had overtaken her earlier. It felt far too similar to the camp with Ruby. A darkness welling up inside her that she didn't like, didn't enjoy.

She handed over the amulet without a word, holding her arm out while her eyes remained dead to the world. It wasn't until Moonsong asked her what she planned to do, that Kyra seemed to shake herself back to consciousness.

I'm going to...go home. At least for a while. I have...some things to consider, and take care of...

She turned and began walking away, making it only a few steps before turning back to face the woman. Her expression was still stoic, her eyes dead, as if lost in thought still.

Thank you...for your help.

Without another word, she turned and continued her pace forward. She wasn't sure what to make of what had occurred, but she knew that there was going to be a lot that she would need to consider. A lot that she would need to overcome, if she wasn't going to get lost to it all.

@Moonsong​

 

[Lune]

"Thank you...for your help."

"You did good," The woman nodded to the beastfolk, approving and acknowledging Kyra's resolve not to just dispense her own version of justice. "You fought your darkness." She showed the amulet of incredible power over life and death to her, before letting her go.

Two knights appeared from the crypt door, escorting the False Reaper while the guildmembers shortly followed behind, before questioning the songstress. "We've received all your report. You said you found a magical artifact?"

"I destroyed it." She replied promptly.

"Alright, we'll hand him over to the Lions and go back first."

The two gold-ranked adventurers left her, going towards the woods. Moonsong revealed the purple amulet she hid in her pocket, looking at it intently as it produced a sharp blacklight. "As for me..." The woman crushed the necklace with her bare hand, leaving only the glowing amethyst on the palm of her hand.

"I embrace my darkness."

@Kyra Vashtana