Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Camp Hope IV

[Ash Vargold]

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Flame of Vengeance

Ash shuddered as he felt a ghost of foreign rage pass him by. Feeling unfamiliar emotions was just a normal part of his life in Terrasphere (and how weird was it to say that), but he'd never felt something quite so strong before.

And yet it lingered only a moment before it left him. But he could smell it still - following @Zelrius as he picked up the Movement Pack and began to leave the tent. He stood up and walked over to the red-headed man with sudden haste. He had no way of commanding whatever he had summoned, but he could at least warn the man.

Just so you're aware, you've got a hitchhiker now. A strong one.

That, uh... might be my fault. Sorry.

...anyway. Be careful out there.

Thread of Fate

An... astral projection?

He'd hoped that maybe such a thing wouldn't be so different from a ghost, but one fruitless search later he had to accept that he wasn't going to be successful in this hunt. @Rael had sounded so frantic, too...

And then the thread appeared. He faintly recalled something about that from the fight against the Matron - something that led humans to important things. But he wasn't human in Terrasphere. This couldn't be the same thing, right?

What the hell...?

He found himself following it. So long as it didn't lead out of the camp, it wasn't too dangerous, but... it was certainly confusing...

▣ Action: Following the Fate Thread

 

[Rael]

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Thread of Fate

Faerin and elf dashed out of the tent one after the other, steps nowhere in sync, but their objective one and the same. Rapid footfalls heralded her advance, as did the myriad indistinct voices of those Rael had crashed against in her chase of the fleeting image, a plethora of apologies and excuses flowing freely from her tongue.

A portent of good fortune, it had been, for something she was looking for to manifest right when she needed it.

A portent of good fortune and if only her legs could carry her faster, faster than the thoughts rushing through her head at the possibilities-...

"Ouch...' Rael hissed underneath her breath, having collided yet again against someone else's back, the momentary distraction causing her to crash against @Jester. She hadn't the strength to muster an appropriate apology just yet, doubling over with her hands on her knees from the previous exertion, panting, trying to catch her breath and still the racing beat of her heart.

"M-My apologies!" Retreating a step from the elf's space revealed to her to the others present (@Ash Vargold, @Luthien, @Kyra Vashtana), the blonde by Kyra's side looking far more distressed than any of them. Yet none looked at each other, glancing ahead, and then downward, at something she couldn't quite believe.

The glimmering vision of someone she couldn't quite recognize, different from a ghost for the absence of wailing, yet translucent in its nature, too. The figure pointed to the soil, and Rael advanced to the area indicated, eyes catching onto the sight of something meant for the eyes of humans. She wasn't one.

"M-Meriam? I think we..." A thought spoken aloud was a thought unfinished, fingers coiling carefully around the thread, pulling from it as to follow where it led.

▣ Action: Following the Fate Thread

 

[Raid Boss]

Camp Hope IV - Cycle 1.80 (Day 1 - Noon+)

Guidelines

• Team Ego has exited the thread and can no longer post here.
• Maximum of 400 words, no minimum as long as it's not one sentence (for the times where one's muse does not cooperate).
• 1 reply per cycle.
• This cycle is optional.
• You cannot take any major action this cycle. Instead, spend this cycle replying to one another, responding to special events, wrapping up your scene, or interacting with your personalized random event.
• Camp Hope's Comms

"Awawa! W-wait for me!" the faerin shouted after Rael as she attempted to keep up to the elf while holding onto her big hat, which was threatening to be swept away by the strong winds passing through the camp. She didn't have to do much to catch up to Rael, who ended up crashing into her party members, however.

"Ayah... You're not a bowling ball, you know..." the white-haired faerin shook her head while helping the bowling pins up. If anything, they certainly were colorful.

Once she thought they can finally take a break, Meriam took out a large waterskin to have a sip when everyone just began taking off, with their speed and determined gaze implying urgency.

"Awawa! Hey! Don't just casually drop someone's name and take off! Also, why on earth are you fondling the air?! That doesn't look like the palm menu!"

Once again, the faerin was on the run, but being one with faerin legs, she could only muster faerin speed - slow. She arrived at the Relaxation part of the camp minutes after the rest of Team Jaster arrived.

Meriam was bent over, breathlessly raising a pointer finger to make a point, however she needed to catch her breaths first. After she recovered from her intense workout session, Meriam headed into the tent to see @Magi Heart.

"Oyo, isn't this the Astramancer I saw. How did you guys know where to find her?" Meriam asked.

Although the faerin wizard could have left at any point up until now, she was far too invested in what Team Jaster was doing that she decided to tag along a little longer to see what they were doing.

"Oooy, hello? You have high ranking Astramancy, right? Could these ladies borrow your expertise for a bit? There's a really high level spell that we need to back trace. Do you think you can help us?" Meriam had little time to waste, so she just got right to the heart of the matter.

OOC: It's @Magi Heart's turn to post.

 

[Magi Heart]

Camp Hope

"...Get out... of... my head..."

Wendel sat up and held her head in a gloved hand. What was going on? What was happening to her now? Changes, she kept changing all the time...

Raina!

Where was she? She was getting a massage.
Not to mention the sudden lack of nagging... where was the other her? Chibi Magi was still asleep or whatever causes her to disappear from time to time. Good, she didn't need that right now.

Wendel always felt off, but after that dream it was worse than before and different. Wendel wobbled across the room holding onto various objects to keep her standing until she almost bumped into another small girl.

Oh... it was a Faerin. Wendel had been mistaken for one in the past, especially with her less than normal look. Maybe she could recover from whatever was happening by feeding off her some. It wouldn't be the same as a Normie Human but why not try something new?

"Oooy, hello? You have high ranking Astramancy, right? Could these ladies borrow your expertise for a bit? There's a really high level spell that we need to back trace. Do you think you can help us?"

"Gee whiz, what?"

Her head... so dazzed.
Damn it, something made her feel like screaming

"̷͉͕̉.̵͔̟̊̾.̸̼̌̐.̴̃ͅg̵̭̔͠i̷͉̠͐̓v̶͉͈̆e̵̦͝.̵͕̬̆.̸̠̀͠.̶͚͎̿m̵̤͝ͅë̷̡͚̒.̷̻̰̉̍.̷̫̦̈́.̸̙̓͝ ̵̦̾t̷͈͋͝h̴̥̽͘e̶̱͚͛ ̴̣̄ṣ̵̆̆ṕ̴͍ḛ̴̈́l̵̮̬͋l̶̗͂.̸̜̬̽.̶̰̀͛.̷͎́ ̶̧͔̐͌ṋ̶̃̉ổ̵̹̥ẇ̷̲.̴̟̜̾.̴̰̌.̷̨̮͊"

Her hands reached out more on instinct than choice now. Grasping Meriam the whites of Wendel's red eye turned black.

▣ Action: Dissonance Divination Time
@Raid Boss

 

[Rael]

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Location: Magi Heart's Tent

Thread of Fate

The faerin's words fell upon uncaring ears, her attention seized by the throat by the red string she kept unraveling with each step taken in its source's direction. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw others of her group do the same, some more hurriedly than others, maybe similarly confused by the sight that was not meant for any of their eyes.

Until they all came to a sudden stop before someone else's tent. The exhaustion Meriam bore on her features was mirrored in Rael's own, now suddenly aware of how fast she had been going. Regardless, when the woman headed inside the stranger's tent, Rael was quick to go in as her second, eyes widening as the familiar visage of the astral projection was given a more solid form.

"You... I... If you can believe it, something brought us here." She answered Meriam's question, her voice lowered as they entered another's tent. Rael stayed by its entrance as the faerin walked in, stating their case to the girl who had seemingly just woken up. "S-sorry to disturb you."

Far from reacting with the expected annoyance of one getting their dwelling invaded by strangers, the girl reached out and tightly grasped Meriam, demanding the mentioned spell. Yet it was in both their UIs...

In a heartbeat, she dropped to her knees with the palm menu fully on display, switching to her very recent messages with Meriam where the spell had been sent. On the other hand, her grimoire appeared, a brush held to its pages by her thumb. Bit by bit, she copied the nonsensical lines of a spell she couldn't recognize nor use, jumping back to her feet when she had finally completed it.

"He-Here! This is the spell we need you to perform, miss..?" Unable to put a name to the face, Rael simply put her Grimoire forward, pages facing towards @Magi Heart with the spell she had been made privy to written down on its pages. "If you could put her down first, however, that'd be great!"

▣ Action: Giving Magi Heart the AAA's spell.

 

[Luthien]

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Explorer's League - Gold Whistle
Location: Camp Hope Massage Place
Voucher Count: 1

As the initial stupor of her dreamshare had subsided, in part aided by the appearance of Kyra besides Lúthien, the elf had finally noticed the faint thread seemingly connected to her. One hand had reached for it, her fingers gently confirming its presence, before the blonde had given a soft nod in @Kyra Vashtana's direction as she decided to follow it. Their steps had taken them to the edge of the camp where various tents had been settled, Lúthien surprised to see as @Ash Vargold, @Rael and even @Jester all seemed to converge into this one spot at almost the same time... the pink-haired elf even had a Faerin tag along with her that Lúthien hadn't seen before.

Said Faerin had been the first to step into the tent that all their strings seemed to emanate from, quickly followed by Rael before the sounds of conversation echoed from inside the room. A part of Lúthien wasn't certain she wished to meet whoever was on the other side of the tent flap, the suffocating feeling of the magic she had experienced still quite prominent... before a sharp and deep inhale was taken as the ranger tried to calm her nerves.

Finally her arm reached towards the entrance, pushing the flap open just enough for the blonde to quietly slip through, before her eyes cautiously glanced in the direction of @Magi Heart while Rael and the Faerin beseeched the petite figure for help.

---

▣ Action: Quietly observing Magi Heart while standing at a corner of the tent.

UI Inventory
< Golden Mouse Corpse >

Currently blessed with < Wings of Redemption >...

 

[Raid Boss]

Camp Hope IV - Cycle 1.9 (Day 1 - Noon EX)

Guidelines

• Team Ego has exited the thread and can no longer post here.
• Team Jastor (@Rael @Luthien @Kyra Vashtana @Ash Vargold @Jester) and @Magi Heart are present in this scene.
• Maximum of 600 words, no minimum as long as it's not one sentence (for the times where one's muse does not cooperate).
• 1 reply per cycle.
• This cycle is optional.
• You cannot take any major action this cycle. Instead, spend this cycle replying to one another, responding to special events, wrapping up your scene, or interacting with your personalized random event.
• Camp Hope's Comms

"Awawa! P-please don't kill meee! I still have so many food from another world that I haven't try yeeeeet. A-at least let me have a taste of them before you finish me off! Raeeeel, make my tombstone cute pleaaaase!" the faerin flailed around in a panic as she was held by the hulking pinkette who turned on her all of a sudden.

If @Rael hadn't turned over the spell, Meriam wouldn't have known what to do. She's not convinced bonking the magical girl on the head would do much. Firing off spells, meanwhile, would be a lot more effective but would definitely land her a night in prison.

Well, if Meriam had to be completely honest, she had been meaning to go to prison since she had heard prison food was famous. However, she wouldn't be able to try it as a law-abiding citizen. She had to experience the prison life at least once. Though... a prison tattoo on a faerin would look rather goofy if she may say so herself.

~ ✦ ~​

The moment @Magi Heart eyes fixed onto @Rael's opened grimoire while in her evoked form, the astral spell immediately activated.

(Magi Heart / Astramancy, adv from Evoke / DC 99 / 2d100 (Advantage) (94, 82) + 25 = 119 - overshot)

Sickening magical power exploded from the pink-haired girl, bleeding into her surroundings as an oppressive energy came down on every single person who was in the room like a soaked blanket. The effect, however, felt differently for each person there.

Make a Will Save (if you have Guard Arts and anti-magic flavoring, roll with advantage.)

• [ 1-33 ] You feel the magical energy penetrating every single pore on your skin.
• [ 34-66 ] You feel as though an invisible force deflated your lungs.
• [ 67+ ] You feel nausea driving a knife into your gut.

After what felt almost like an eternity, Magi's astral magic ripped your psyche from the physical world and pulled you down a vortex of space and time, stretching you into eternity before coming to a complete stop.

At the edge of infinity, your eyes opened to an image of Astor? No. Team Jastor's magical ping was not Astor at all, but something else entirely...

Spoiler: Mood

In the astral vision, you spied a feminine form pressing one hand against a 10-foot-tall Magitech egg, gazing longingly at the content within.

While it shouldn't have been possible, you heard a mechanical whirl as the figure's eyeball rotated and fixed onto you before her entire head turned.

Within seconds, the figure wordlessly turned her entire body toward you as your astral field of vision became smaller by the seconds.

As she approached you, a hollow and robotic voice came from her lips. "Sa-viors?"

The moment she smiled, long clean cuts appeared on your body at random, manifesting in all directions: horizontally, vertically, and diagonally.

- !!! -
​

Your eyes snapped wide open as an audible gasp squeezed itself out of your throat.

The first thing you saw was Meriam, who remained completely still on her feet; a clean cut bisected her lips, nose, and right eye. She began shrieking in pain as blood spurted from her face.

As she thrashed her head around, blood spewed every which way, splattering against the ceiling, wall, floor, and those closest to her.

It took you slightly to register your own cuts, the same ones that you had sustained within the astral field.

Roll 4d4 (1. Head 2. Torso, 3. Arms, 4. Legs) and take 5d20 unmitigable damage as blood began spurting or pouring from your wounds, depending on where they are located.

 

[Ash Vargold]

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There was something unnerving about the pink-haired girl even before her eyes shifted. A scent in the air, or a feeling to her presence. It made his heart stutter and his fur stand on end - and it meant he was at least a little prepared as a wave of cloying magic saturated the space. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt the sudden alarm of lesser spirits as the magic twisted in his gut and he felt his senses pulled away...

Rolls

Save
2d100 (Advantage) (42, 54) + 15 = 69
Will | Ash Vargold | 1206C1.9 | Guard Arts Adv.

What is that...?

An... egg? A machine? And next to it, a... person? The whirr of an eye... a person, but a machine person. A magia?

Is that what was sending out the ping? The egg? Or the woman...

The world seemed to close in around her, this strange machine woman looking their way, somehow seeing them and not just being seen...

-something's wrong-

She spoke. She smiled.

The screaming started.

Reality snapped sharply into focus. Screaming and the smell of blood flooded his senses. The paralyzing numbness of the pain-limiter protected him from greater pain, but it couldn't stop the feeling of blood seeping from wounds into his clothes, and he couldn't stop the stiffness that followed-

What the fuck was that?!

He didn't have healing magic prepared, but he at least knew that letting someone bleed out in front of him was an unacceptable option. He yanked off a glove and sped to Meriam's side, using his size to try and restrain the thrashing faerin. (@Raid Boss)

Sorry about this, but we need to stop the bleeding...

He used the glove to apply pressure to the bleeding slash - head wounds did bleed more than others, but there was too much for him to be comfortable with. The vague haze of dissociation had taken over - something terrible had happened, but now wasn't the time for feeling anything about it. Solve the problem in front of them, then process everything else...

I didn't bring any healing spells. Anyone who did, let's try to stabilize this situation. And then we'll need to get some help.

@Luthien, how loud is that whistle? Might be a good way to get people over here.

He would pay for this later, in pain and in panic. That was a problem for future him, though.

We have to let people know about this. Shit, I hope it was just an attack, and we didn't just get scryed back...

Rolls

Roll Result
4d4 ( 2 + 3 + 3 + 4) = 9
Torso, Arms, Legs
Location of Wounds | Ash Vargold | 1206C1.9

Roll Result
5d20 (19 + 12 + 9 + 4 + 7) = 51
Damage | Ash Vargold | 1206C1.9

Character Sheet

 

[Magi Heart]

Camp Hope

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The face..
These feelings...
This power...
It was too much...
Too many changes and too many questions.

But one thing was true.
Wendel no longer knew anything, nor cared.
An enemy, a danger to Raina srtuck across spacetime, and the Dark Heart wreathed.

Now she was in the Resting Area. The astral power left her but her evoke... if you could call it that, remained for a short time longer. She shattered from within and without.

Sa-viors
No... Savior.

Yes... she was indeed Dark Savior.
It was the only word she needed to hear from her enemy's mouth and they spoke it.

Suffering, despair and grief... always.
Unavoidable.
Again and again and again.
The SIGN had unlocked within.

"̵̟͚́̌R̶͍̪̊ḁ̸̪́i̴͍̞̚ń̴̩̠̽-̶̛̻͑c̸̮͂̚h̶͙́͋ạ̷̧̉̎n̷̩̔.̴͈̰͋.̷̗̗́.̴͙͑̆s̷̺̳͒ä̷̠̦̚v̷̱̯̄͐e̷͙̲͂ ̶̧̻̄̔m̴͙̆̓e̸̱̯̎̈́.̷͉̇.̴̘̝̇.̵͈͂̊I̴̹͈̋̊ ̴̟̈́s̷͚̣̾͘a̵̬̲͝v̷̭̉͌ē̸̬͂ ̴̨͚̈́y̴̹͔̔̑ơ̴͖̊u̶͕̿͝.̷̤͓̄.̴"​

And so she bled, and bled, and bled...
The shadows around her retreated having crept to her side from the ether at the sight of her evolution... even if but for mere seconds. They knew and they cherished the soul to claim. Yet it was not. to be.. only a sign, not a true awakening. So she returned to but a girl. Far too weak to remain conscious.

Wendel would collapse in her own black corrupted blood.
She stayed there unmoving

<exiting event unless certain things are done by a certain person... @Seigi Ling Ling >

 

[Luthien]

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Explorer's League - Gold Whistle
Location: Camp Hope Bloodbath Massage Tent
Voucher Count: 1

Once inside the tent Lúthien remained guarded, the cautiousness shown towards the pinkette not common on the usually high spirited blonde. Although the initial shock of their dream realm meeting had lessened it was still fresh in the elf's mind, and the wariness Lúthien felt towards this stranger gave her a slight edge when raw magical power discharged outwards.

It flooded Lúthien's senses, causing the elf to double over in response as she felt the air suddenly cleared out of her lungs. A voiceless gasp escaped her lips, and once more she felt that sickening feeling of drowning. Without warning Lúthien's consciousness was forcefully ripped from her body, pulled towards a downward vortex of space and time that seemed to stretch for an eternity... before it finally came to a stop.

Uuughhh... ¿qué carajos fue eso?

W-Where am I...?​

Who is that——oh my gods, what is THAT?!​

Whirling... is that her eyeball?!
No, she can't see me though... right?

Sa... viors? Saviors?​

Fuck... she can see me?! She can see us?!?!​

We need to go, let me out——!​

"Ghaaah!?!"

A gasped cry left the elf as her consciousness crashed back into her skull, her body frantically trying to inhale as much oxygen as physically possible before a cough rasped against. Something warm suddenly splattered against her left cheek, a hand reaching up out of instinct to wipe at it, before Lúthien's gaze finally noticed the sticky crimson liquid that now stained her fingertips.

"What...?"

Surprise crossed her face before the screams of the Faerin finally registered in those elongated elven ears of hers, a horrored look crossing Lúthien's face as she watched the blood covered face of the trashing figure. It was then she noticed the long cuts on her arms, as something warm trickled down the elf's nose and lips before blood dripped from her chin onto the floor below.

"AaaaaaAAAAAHH!!!"

The wave of pain that assaulted her senses was instant, the blonde having turned off her pain limiter long ago on her first login to the world of TerraSphere. Everything was suddenly throbbing painfully, from the bridge of her nose and her right cheek, down to her chest and left torso, and all through her arms and legs. It caused the ranger to collapse on the floor as she instinctively huddled into a fetal position, hoping and wishing that this would somehow lessen the pain that over flooded her mind, before a panicked voice called out to the blonde.

"Lúthien... loud... whistle... ... good way... people over..."

A whistle...? Right, she had a whistle... her whistle! A shaky hand reached towards her neck grasping the golden whistle that the League had gifted Lúthien upon joining their ranks, before the mouthpiece was secured between trembling lips. She took a long and painful inhale, her features contorting as the elf winced in pain, before finally exhaling with every ounce of strength that Lúthien could muster as she breathed life into her whistle...

fuwweeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeett...!​

---

Will Save
1d100 (24) + 20 = 44
Will | Luthien | 1206C1.9

Damaged Body Parts
4d4 (1 + 2 + 3 + 4)
1. Head 2. Torso, 3. Arms, 4. Legs | Luthien | 1206C1.9

Damage Received
5d20 (8 + 10 + 19 + 8 + 7) = 52
Unmitigable DMG | Luthien | 1206C1.9

UI Inventory
< Golden Mouse Corpse >

 

[Yugam]

Walking away from Camp Hope, the hemomancer mentally prepared himself for whatever was ahead of the scouting party. Definitely pain. Possibly death. Pretty much par for the course for anything and everything of note Yu had done since diving into Terrasphere the first time.

Sighing, the man ran a hand through his hair, pausing when he felt something tug at his thumb. With a confused look, the man brought his hand before his face, trying to determine if he had snagged something or other by some freak chance of cosmic coincidence. At first, he didn't notice any stray yarns or strings that had unraveled from his clothing. But a closer look, and the man noticed a thin line of red around the base of his thumb.

'Wait, is that...?'

A thread? Yu squinted at the ghostly thin strand. A Fate thread. It had to be. But Yu had never had one that wasn't tied around his wrist. His thumb though? Yu traced the thin line, suspended in the air, turning as he did to look back at that camp. Though he lost it with distance, there was no doubt in his mind. Something in the camp was tethered to him.

"What is it?" Unmei asked him.

"Hmm? Oh. Nothing," the man replied, turning back forwards.

Unmei squinted at him skeptically. "Liar, I can see them just as well as you, you know that."

"It's nothing," Yu repeated.

Whatever he was tethered to, it would have to wait. For now, they had a job to do. And that job would require all of his attention if he wanted to make it out one piece.

fuwweeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeett...!

The piercing shriek of a whistle suddenly cut through the air, causing Yu and Unmei both to stop in their tracks, turning back to look at the source.

"The camp!" Unmei, her voice uncharacteristically shocked.

Dust began to fly into the air as Yu broke into a dead run towards the camp. Reaching into his coat, he drew his revolver as he ran, only one thought going through his mind. 'Valeria!'

---

Bursting into the massage tent, the certain source of the whistle blast, made known thanks to the screams coming from within, Yu raised his pistol, ready to start blasting at whatever might've been inside that dared bare its fangs. What he saw instead made his blood run cold. Blood soaked the earth, painted the walls of the tent, everything. And on the ground, bodies writhed in pain, bled in the dirt.

The sound of the tent flaps fluttered behind the man. "What happened!?" Then a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my god..."

"Unmei," Yu said, quickly opening up his UI inventory. "We gotta wrap them up as best we can." Several bandages* began to appear in the air, falling into his hands as he passed them to the dark-haired girl, just as more bandages appeared. "Here, catch," the hemomancer said to the blue haired beastfolk (@Ash Vargold ) who didn't look like he'd escaped whatever had attacked them either, tossing a couple rolls of bandages towards the man before approaching the first person he could.

Of course it was her. "Fuck, what happened?" The man asked as he began trying to bandage the seemingly endless cuts all across the elf's body. Nothing he did seemed to make the bleeding stop. Every bandage applied was soaked through in mere moments. "Fuck!"

*Note: Yu's right arm perpetually bleeds, and thus, he always keeps it bandaged. He must regularly change the bandages, hence why he seems to have so many with him.

 

[Seigi Ling Ling]

The Refrain of the Machine God's one-sided slaughter rang out for the entire camp to hear, as Seigi felt a disturbance. Dissonance beckoned Dissonance. Since her recent reunion with Magi, Seigi knew something had been off. Something she couldn't just fix from one moment to the next, but it didn't mean that she was ignorant, or stupid, of the matter. She had an intent and a plan...

Thus, as Magi's distinct flavor became, for just a moment, completely dissonant sour upon Seigi's palette, the girl suddenly jumped up from her table.

"MAGI!" Seigi's outcry was answered by @Luthien proclamation of pain and whistle, as Magi had been quite close. Magi was actually just a few tents away, as the two girls had been together before.

Nonetheless, Seigi was already on her way to the scene of the crime.
Her own dissonant voices being suspiciously silent.

---

"What happened?!"
Seigi was greeted by a crimson taint. It was horrible. Yet, despite the horrendous rending of flesh, her sole focus was on the girl that seemed to have gotten it the worst. Her puddle of blood, a mixture of crimson red and putrid black alike.

"MAGI!" Seigi called out as her body had already found its way beside her best friend. Under more normal circumstances, Magi could have just been revived. She was already UI-locked, so what more bad would one more death too? But Seigi was too aware of what it would do with one's mind. And, while still eluding some details, had a very precise idea. She didn't spend those past four years just idly by...

Thankfully, as Seigi clutched Magi close to herself, she could still hear her breathing beneath her own tears. Could still feel her heart beating. Her body did not die. But her soul....

No.
Not yet, anyway!

Situations like those were exactly why Seigi had picked up some degree of healing arts, and while @Yugam and @Ash Vargold were attending to the wounds of the others. Seigi started to glow in a warm orange. Her own aura, encompassing that of Magi to, at the very least, mend her wounds to the best of her abilities. At least until the professionals would arrive.

Yet, nonetheless. Seigi knew.
This wasn't enough.
This wouldn't be enough.
Her mind still lingered on the outburst from before.
Her eyes still lingered on the broken chassis in front of her.

She had an intent and a plan...
It was supposed to be slow and steady...
But now...
Too soon, much too soon.

Of course, Seigi could just dismiss it and pretend nothing really happened. But that luxury was taken. So, instead...

"Hey, I know you're here."
No answer.
"You always are. "
Was she crazy?
"You know what I am thinking..."
Fufufu.... say it.
"You want a piece of me, more of me, right?... of us? So, if you can do it. Then do it. And we have a deal. Only if it works, of course..."
Silly girl, we can help, but we can not cure...
So let it be. For we are one, and one are we...

Seigi smiled at @Magi Heart, her tears not stopping. "It'll be okay..." It had to be. She was already carrying a bunch of burdens, what would a few more do?

"We will make it alright." With these words, Seigi tried to use a combination of her spirit magic, dissonant heritage, and Battle Spirits to take on a big chunk of Magi's corruption and make it into her own. Which evidently turned her very own, bright aura, somewhat tainted.

 

[Siondhe]

Kyra Vashtana

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Luthien had begun to step away, something drawing there attention as they seemed to return to the reality around them. Kyra wasn't entirely sure what was going on with the Elf - they were certainly acting different from when she's seen the other girl earlier at breakfast, or during their encounters previously. Curious, her ears twitching slightly in response, Kyra turned to follow.

What happened next she could only guess at, all she knew was that an immense wave of...something...struck her, and for the briefest of moments that felt like an eternity, Kyra could only hold onto herself. She tried desperately to fight against the wave that overwhelmed her, a feeling of sickness that reminded her of days left hanging over a toilet.

Almost as suddenly, it was gone, receding and leaving behind little more than a memory of the painful feeling. Swaying on her feet, she turned to look at Luthien, reaching out to see if the girl was okay, before hearing the shouting - shouting that had likely been going on for some time.

She reached upwards, feeling her ears, pulling back as something wet met the tips of her fingers. Slowly, as if in a daze, she realised what she was staring at. Blood...this is...blood...my blood. Why am I bleeding? What...what happened? The shock only grew as she saw her arms - torn to shreds like some sort of undead creature, the skin a definition of horror.

Stumbling forward, Kyra searched for some sign of what had occurred. Some sign of what could have caused this. Her eyes glazed over the camp, seeing a scene similar to her own - individuals bleeding out, wounds that should not have existed to begin with. Was it...an attack?

She shook herself, physically willing away the fog that held over her mind. It didn't matter what had happened, she had one job here, one thing that mattered. The others needed help. Her eyes closed as she opened her inner essence, reaching for the spirit magic within her, before she began.

"I give unto thee...that which is giving willingly...may it restore that which is lost...may it close that which is broken...This I give unto thee..."

The squeaks of pain erupted as she spoke, cutting off her words as she fought through the pain - a pain that had no physical bearing, no physical origins. A pain that tore at her very soul. Even with her eyes sealed shut, she could see the strands reaching out from her - invisible to others, yet connecting them as she once more tore a small piece of her very essence and gave it, willingly, to others.

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Rolls

Save
1d100 (43) + 25 = 68
Will | Kyra Vashtana | 1206C1.9

Damaged Body Parts
4d4 (1 + 3 + 3 + 3)
1. Head, 3. Arms | Kyra Vashtana | 1206C1.9

Damage Received
Roll Result
5d20 (3 + 8 + 14 + 7 + 16) = 48

Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (85) + 25 + 20 + 20 = 50 (Total divided by 3)
+50 HP to 3 targets {@Luthien, @Ash Vargold, @Raid Boss (Meriam?)}
Gain the Vulnerable state
Spirit Magic | Kyra Vashtana | 1206C1.9

@Raid Boss | @Rael | @Ash Vargold | @Magi Heart | @Yugam

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[Rael]

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Location: Magi Heart's Tent

Trigger Warning: Blood and Depiction of Injuries

Some things were easier to remember than others.

For example, she remembered the last emotion she felt before the nightmare descended upon the unsuspecting members of the group was that of relief. Relief that Magi had turned her attention from Meriam to look at her grimoire.

She remembered the wind being knocked out of her lungs by an incredible, unseen force. How the energies delivering the blow hadn't been content doing just that, enveloping her frame in an embrace that delivered pain with each touch.

She remembered how she should've recognized the warning when it was handed in a silver platter, but in her pursuit of the unknown, she had driven herself - and others - to find something none of them could make sense of. All of it was wrong. The way that woman pressed her hand lovingly to the monstrous image of the magitech egg, the abnormal movement of her eyes, the way her voice spoke highly of them through all the mechanical whirring of it.

She remembered being thrown back into her body as if she were an uninvited guest, her head pounding from the magic condensed within the confines of the tent, rendering her momentarily unaware of the bloodshed that would follow. She remembered Meriam's screams, those piercing, blood-curling screams, and how in her thrashing, some of her own blood had sprayed onto Rael's face as a cut manifested onto her face.

Something told her to look down.

Her hands, bereft of all the strength her body had once possessed, shakily came up to the front where she could see ink-stained fingertips now overcome with her own life essence spilling from the multiple lacerations that tore the skin underneath her garments, dripping incessantly to the ground. White sleeves turned red, soaking through the fabric as her being drifted from its previous state of normalcy into pain that she hadn't foreseen, pain that she couldn't stop...

But she could! All she had to do was cast!

Manipulate Flow itself and seal the wounds! Such an easy solution, such an easy-...

"He... lp..."

The taste of metal coated her tongue, dribbling down her chin without care for the girl's made-up solutions. Try as she might, words escaped her in more ways than one, lips parting as if to speak the beginning of an incantation but soon finding that she had no voice to spare. Worse yet, the unbearable pain that unraveled slowly around her being, or more specifically, her throat, barely alerted her to what would come to pass.

With what little strength she could muster, she pressed a bloody palm to the cut along her neck, unaware of how blood poured through quivering fingers, barely able to apply pressure to the wound.

Tears prickled the corners of her eyes, frightened.

Her voice failed her, and she was reduced to nothing but gasps of air.

Unable to stay on her feet a moment longer, Rael stumbled backward, foot slipping from underneath her as she slipped on another's blood. She hadn't the ability to stand, not any longer, vision fading in and out of focus with every second she willed herself to stay awake, to not succumb to her injuries.

If only, if only, if only...

Rael laid on the floor, tears flowing freely from her just as her blood did.

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Location of Injuries
4d4 (1 + 4 + 2 + 3) = 10
Location of Wounds | Rael | 1206C1.9

Damage from the Injuries
5d20 (6 + 4 + 12 + 9 + 7) = 38
Damage | Rael | 1206C1.9