Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Royal Escort - Team Ego

[Ilusa Nakhalee]

140 / 160

Vulnerable

Of course she went towards a more 'hidden' place where the caenis that looked… Very much like the very excitable Haito gestured to. "Thank you. I am well, but the explosion scattered us all, so we need to wait for others…" Some time after she said that, Zelrius reached their place. He seemed signed, there was soot over him. But he was well. And alive. "Welcome back." Ilusa offered him this welcome.

"Mrrhr?" A confused feline sound escaped Ilusa as she noticed Jin's bar suddenly fill out. She blinked few times and even rubbed her eyes, but no, what she saw was true.

Somehow that man's health-bar filled again. Was it someone else who noticed him and raised him? But who could it be? How? Those questions littered her mind, even as she knew that she had not felt any magic that had resurrection flavour – but that might have been because of the distance.

She pondered on it, as she and Zelrious waited for rest of the party. She did not use any magic to fill their Health, not yet. There was no need to do so now, she had to conserve her energy after all. And then, as they waited, Ilusa started to clean herself up. Because Astor was so close and she wanted to show her best side to him.

The armour she had was easy to clean and somewhat dirt-resistant. She had to only pat the dirt to have it leave the enchanted fabric. It was so soft to touch, calming too. Beautiful and white, accenting her features while still being very useful armour of the robe type. Sadly, she could do nothing about the few tears in her clothes, at least she was lucky enough that few repairs would make it perfect again. That done, Ilusa instead focused on grooming her tail, ears and using her fingers as brush, in order to comb her hair.

There was nothing else she could do to make herself more presentable and she was satisfied with the result. Her tail swayed gently, her ears were perked up. She felt almost giddy right now. Because he was so very close right now.

Two figures approached, she recognised them easily.

"Welcome back." The felis said towards Jin and Seto, looking them over and noticing how each looked worse for the wear. Seto's shoes especially - they were horribly dirty and they even made a squelch sound as he came closer.

And then, they had to wait more… Two silhouettes appeared – one was known, the other not. It was yet another caenis, this one a very tall and muscular one.

Ilusa frowned, peering around as if trying to summon with her thoughts Jester and Haito. Those two were not in party. They were nowhere in sight. Their status was thus unknown.

"..Oh." She murmured softly, as the Haito-lookalike introduced themselves – herself. It seemed that they could no longer wait for Jester. It seemed that it was time.

At last.

Still, it was no reason to be mannerless.

"Greetings Haira. I am Ilusa and yes we've met Haito. He was a very energetic caenis." Ilusa did not grimace remembering how unburdened by the concept of 'personal space' he had been. It was a relief that his sister seemed much more reserved and well mannered. "I hope he will return too." She said gently.

"Hello." She nodded to the large caenis, her eyes spotting a somewhat distressed expression on the Haira's face. It soon disappeared under the hood. It was understandable, from what the large man said. That place was no longer safe.

"…Yes, please lead the way." Ilusa murmured. Still, as she followed, she tried to send the caenis a reassuring, hopeful glance.

A jump down was not what she expected, but jump down she did, her robe fluttering as she did so. Even as a mage she could do that much. It was dork at first and she hurried to not have someone jump onto her from top. But then it was light – even if they could only see few meters around.

As they walked, she glanced at the ship – it was still so very out of place of the fantasy setting this world had before. She mentally counted where they went left or right, remembering the path in order to then reverse it. Just in case.

"…Grand Merchant's Hall?" She murmured, her eyes casting over somewhat familiar hall – and yet so different. A ruin repurposed to a habitat. The many sheets melded together into unusual and colourful result.

Her heartbeat increased.

And then suddenly, it felt as it stopped.. Before shifting into gallop.

Ba-thumpBa-thumpBa-thump!

Like an energetic bird in cage, her heart hammered in her ribcage.

At last. At last, at last, at last!

He was there, after years of no Terrasphere,after months of no sign of Astor once she returned he was there.

The familiar red eyes, the golden sheen of his blond hair, those features she dreamt and had nightmares about.

He was there, standing there.

Right there.

Ilusa lost control over her facial expression.

Her eyes shone, they teared up, glimmering with tears that did not fall. Her lips opened into a little 'o', her hands clenched over her chest, as if to grip her heart.

An avalanche of feelings gripped her – almost as intense as during the Red Fever, but also far more shifting.

There was a storm of them, but happiness and love were dominant.

Seconds that felt like an eternity passed and she drank in his sight ad lost herself in his eyes (eyes that softened when they landed on her). Her lips trembled, her tail and ears were still.

Normally, Nadia disliked being overtaken by emotions and losing rationality.

Now, now she cared not.

A soft whine escaped her.

He was here, he was there. Right before her. After so long, after the uncertainty, after everything. He was there.

Her hands trembled. And she smiled, tremblingly, oh so softly, so gently, so full of love. She felt like she was glowing with it, with the love and happiness at seeing him.

"A-astor." Her voice was soft, yet it trembled and next feline sounds escaped her.

"Astor!" And then, she ran towards him, almost as if to hug him – but she stopped herself, hovering before him, hvering over his wound. She should look ridiculous, but it was instead graceful and lovely. Healing magic gathered in her hands, the pale-gold light concentrating before she dais anything, before she even used her weapon, that was how attuned to magic she was, that was how great her need was. Soon the light moved onto the bracelet, which then detached and each 'pearl floated. Her eyes checked the bloodied side, touching gently the hand holding it, as if to gauge the damage. She spoke the chant: quickly, quietly, until it was a stream of sounds to everyone.

And then, a wave of divine magic enveloped him, healing, overhealing him, but Ilusa. Did. Not. Care.

And once she knew he was healed, she threw herself into his arms, as if to reassure herself that he was there, inhaling his scent, ignoring the scent of blood and cooked flesh, not caring how her clothes got dirty.

"Astor, Astor, Astor." She mumbled into his fabric, her body trembling and tears leaking into the fabric.

Ilusa was overwhelmed with the emotions, so so glad he was there. Her tail tried to wrap around him, she leaned into him, for moment ignoring everything else. The words he said, she treasured them, no matter what they were simply because he spoke them. Again she could hear his voice, could hold his warmth, could sense that he was here.

Ilusa nuzzled him and then stilled, just enjoying his warmth, drowning in happiness. And yet a sound akin to purring transmitted from her to him, such was her happiness. Thus she enjoyed this.

...Even if there was a mangled magia thing speaking weird things, with the buzzing that was really harsh on her ears. Sure, she heard it, sure she knew it was important. But later.

She needed just few more moments to assure herself that he was here. That he was in her hold, that she touched him, that he was here with her, that she felt his breath.

Few more moments passed. The few more moments she gave herself before bringing her attention partially away from Astor.

Staying comfortable where she was, she did shift so that her face could be visible.

"Jester mentioned about her team learning about the magitech egg, did she not?" It would have been so very useful to have her here to speak more about it. Were they attacked because they saw the egg (or the egg saw them) and enemies coveted the egg… Or was the egg a weak point of those machines that were not magia and thus they protected the egg from them, adventures?

"I think this.. Egg, might be in the second ping location…" Her hands tightened on Astor's clothes. How fruitions it was that their ping was his location. She was all for returning to camp, to sleep next to Astor, to simply bask more in his presence.

As Zelrius spoke of finding Jester… Ilusa frowned a little, pondering how to act. They had little idea where Jester could be. The Vinergard ruins were swarming with enemies. Escorting Astor back will be hard too, as enemies will surely swarm them too. A person trying to leave Vintergard on their own had easier time – just go towards the wall. Them trying to find one, without the ping? It was suicide when done on one's own.

…Ilusa was selfish, she wanted to go back to the camp.

"…We have no idea where she is." She said, looking bit sadly at Zelrius. Because if they knew where she was? That would be completely different thing. With Astor as additional firepower, they could go to her easily. But they did not know it.

Rolls

Power Heal (Single)
1d100 (57) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 112
+112 HP to Astor
Gain the Vulnerable state
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 1235

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

190 / 190

Damage Recovery: +20HP from rendezvous
Task: Reporting in and other stuff
Emotional State: Relived
State: Normal

With his in depth knowledge of the former capital, It took no less than a few minutes to reach amongst a exit he could use to escape, though in doing so, It brought him little, If any relief. Thanks to that little delay however, not only was he concerned for the well being of his comrades, but now he smelled in ways he couldn't even describe. He couldn't believe he was preferring the smell of charred corpses over this. Well at least It was a good thing the vast majority of robots didn't use smell to locate and identify potential threats or else he in trouble. Nonetheless, once he realized he was idling for too long in the sunshine, he shook his head over his shoulders in a irrational fashion, sending his tainted bangs weaving into the air. There was no time to waste. He had to rendezvous with his team or else this mission would be a failure. Despite his experience and skill in combat, he doubted even he could do this on his own. Riza at the minimum would have been required for something like this but she wasn't here. Much like with the sewers, through the combination of his in-depth knowledge of the city and his employment of blinding speed, he quickly but carefully made his way through the city through strategic movement, making sure to avoid the various patrols at all costs. He wasn't sure what was worse however, the countless patrols or the numerous ruined streets & buildings. There was so much he recognized and yet the vast majority of it sat in ruined, including his favorite bar. If he wasn't laser focused on reaching his target, he would have most likely shed a tear for the place. He sincerely hoped the owner got out in time. In any case, after moving on, through the expenditure of several more minutes, he eventually found himself at the Dragonship's ill famous tail where he was supposed to rendezvous with his team.

Upon entering and being reunited with his teammates, even after Schilva had made one of his iconic entrances, he found himself relieved, and as a result, he couldn't help but make a smile, happy he wouldn't have to bury one of his comrades.....Well there was Jester but he wasn't sure what to make of her situation. She had came as quickly as she left. Perhaps she had decided to withdraw after that little incident or perhaps was she stranded still in the city. His thinking of Jester also reminded him of that Beastkin scout that had met on the wall shortly before they had been blown to kingdom come. He felt the same way about him as well, no matter how naieve he may have been. In that instant, his relief turned to worry again but sadly, despite his mind telling him otherwise, to go out and look for them, his responsibility to Astorea far outweighed the lives of two people. He bite his tongue. He hated leaving comrades behind but his hands were tied, he couldn't do about it. That angered him greatly but he kept inside, knowing better than to act hot headed in this situation.

His attention was drawn elsewhere though once a female Beastkin, similar in appearance to Haito suddenly appeared before him, grabbing his attention. As a consequence, he raised a eyebrow. There was almost uncanny appearance between her and Haito. He could only assume they were of the same brood, maybe even twins. His hypothesis seemingly ranged true when she dared to ask If her kinsman was still live. He felt a heavy burden in his heart at that moment, knowing full well he may be dead. As such, after she was finished introducing herself, he stepped forward, but only after shaking his head. He tilted his head towards the ground.

I'm sorry....but none of us can say for certain. While we were enroute to this location, we were fired upon by a massive weapon emplacement. We were caught off guard, as such, the impact of the explosion sent all of us flying. There wasn't enough time to react....so I can't say for certain but.....If the worst has occurred, I'm sorry. In any other instance....Or If there was enough time, I'd volunteer...

He wanted to say more but in that moment, he lacked the strength to do so. It was something he had done many times over in both worlds but that didn't mean It came any easier. He had barely even know Jester or Haito but he still wanted to go look for them. If only there was a second team. Wiping his dirty, foul smelling bangs from his sight, he once more turned his attention to the young woman, wanting to say more, when the large Beastkin male, whom had suddenly appeared with Schilva, had decided to speak up. He turned in his direction, curious as to what he had to say. In the end, It was what he had expected, that they had to move now. He didn't like the thought of the other two being left behind but there was nothing he could do. He could tell Haira felt the same way, If only for her brood mate but what Sakkarin said true. Their duty forced them to continue, no matter how difficult It would be. Afterwards, in his following of Sakkarin, he kept to himself, choosing to remain silent as Sakkarin first led them down a large hole. Peering down, he easily estimated It was about two stories deep. Beyond perhaps an artillery shot that had missed it's target, he wasn't sure what could have made it but it didn't matter. Having done similar feats before without issue, he went feet first into the hole. It only took seconds to reach the bottom but as he did, he used his mastery to cushion his landing, through it couldn't negate all the force in time. When he landed, he left a small, mundane crater under his feet. He shrugged however. It wasn't as If It was important now.

Once he met up with the others, whom had presumably taken a safer route down the hole, he was welcomed with a long, near pitch black corridor. Sakkarin and Haira were carrying torches so he could see afar somewhat but It wasn't to his likening so in conjunction, from the palm of his right hand, he spawn forth a small ball of lightning to help lighten the way. He was a tad surprised Zelrius hadn't used his flames to help lighten the way but whatever, It didn't really matter. After spending a few minutes in the near dark, he found himself sadden once more when they entered the old grand merchant's hall. He had remembered coming here for numerous reasons, from trading intelligence to buying simple goods for Dawngrave. It was yet another depressed sight he didn't wanted to see but here was in. A sigh escaped him. Just how much would he be reminded of his failure to protect the city during it's greatest plight? He shook his head again in disapproval. He'd just have to do a better job this time around. Regardless, once they were at bottom, It didn't take long for him to notice the subtle differences in the flooring, causing him to grow ever more curious they were going but than it happened. Beyond a single torch, his eyes positively beamed with shock when he heard a familiar voice calling out for someone. Impossible....could it really be? He found himself in partial denial, unable to accept what he was hearing. It couldn't be a trick could it? If It was.....no, but he had to know, if only for Ilusa's sake, so with the mustering of all his strength, he stepped forward, ever closer to the voice. In doing so, the truth was finally revealed. From their crimson eyes meeting one another, albeit only briefly, to his pupils picking up on that sharp, golden hair of his, there was no doubt in his mind now who he was, It was Astor, his King, his sovereign, the ruler of his home.

With @Ilusa Nakhalee at his side, he genuine smiled at her with relieved eyes. If she hesitated, even for a moment, he would place his hand on her shoulder in attempt to bring her back to reality before giving her a silent nod in Astor's direction. Through their mutual understanding & desires, no words needed to be exchanged between the two. They both knew what had to do or rather, what her heart wanted her to do. He would not stand in the way of such love, as he harbored the same feeling for some else. After a few moments, he would take his leave of her, leaving her alone to enjoy the reunion between herself and the man she surely loved. Just seeing the two reconnect made him miss his "Lioness" more. He was sure he would see her again, If fate had anything had to say about that.

Upon his departure however, It would only take seconds for him to snap back to it once his crimson eyes picked up the charred remains of the dead. If he wasn't used to decayed corpses, the smell would have been a dead give away. He doubted his comrades were but he could only hope they wouldn't vomit over the smell. Being the ever curious person he was, he would kneel down and approach each carcass he could see, studying and running countless theories in his head that have could have done this, but in the end, with the vast majority of the victims imbued into the very floor itself, he could only guess they were trapped before meeting a most grievous end, no doubt from super heated plasma. The suffering they must have gone through, he couldn't imagine it. For a instant, It reminded him of Lucia's first death. He still believe she allowed herself to die in such a similar situation and over what? A codex? Closing his eyes, he sighed momentarily. Maybe his old self would have understood but now? No way he could. He came back to it when he heard Astor's voice, citing he was innocent in this whole ordeal. After hearing his explanation, he just shrugged. He knew Astor well enough that he wouldn't have ever done such a thing, especially in such a grotesque manner. It wasn't as If he was anything like the ill famed "Ebony" Duke now. That man would have had no issue in doing something like this, much to his disgust.

While in his thinking, Astor had also pointed out a severally damaged Dragonship robot nearby, one he hadn't seen before, and while he could hear it produce some faint, whizzling like sound while in it's incapacitated state, he was no expert on magictech like Ronja. When the King reached out a moment later, asking If there was any amongst him who were skilled in magictech, he scratched his head nervously.

Well....no your majesty....but I am a expert on vehicle & computer technologies in the real world.....so I could take a look If you wanted? It's not the same but it's a close second other than someone having a in depth understanding on robotics.

It wasn't the most optimal of choices and It was most definitely not the answer he was seeking but at least It was a choice. He hadn't tinkered much with magictech since his return but in the few interactions he had with it, It simply reminded of him of the various technologies in other world. The only major difference was it's power source than anything else. He couldn't guarantee anything but he try If he was asked. His vast experience in all types of vehicle repair had to count for something after all, even If it wasn't much. If he wasn't offered however, he would simply turn away for the time being, now more concerned with his two comrades than some severely damaged robot that kept repeating the same statement over and over. Sure, It peaked his interest but it was far too vague for him to come to any conclusion. At least him and Astor were on the same page about that...or so he thought.

Once he heard of his wish to return to camp hope however, the very same one that was most likely under heavy assault now, he immediately made his way over to the man(@Raid Boss) and kneeled before him, dropping to one leg and turning his eyes to the ground beneath him.

With all due respect your majesty, we need to evacuate from the entire area. From my understanding, If It hasn't happened already, the camp will be under heavy siege from the Dragonship defense force. While you may temporarily rejuvenate the morale there with your presence. We are only a few individuals. We cannot hope to turn the tide alone, even with our sudden appearances....at least not without good intelligence first. If that cannot be secured, I strongly recommend we make haste for the capital. From there, you can organize a force to counter the force assaulting the camp. I know I'm speaking out of term my king but must I remind of your position? Or the consequences that will come should you perish?

No matter how genuine or serious he was over this matter, he knew Astor would have nothing of it but he had to least try to make him see reason. While he most certainly not Ilusa by any means, he understood enough If It was in Astor's nature to try and save those he could, even If It wasn't always the most sound decisions, but than again, he supposed he was very much the same in some regards depending on the situation. He just hoped Astor would come up or approve of a plan that wouldn't just involve them rushing back to the camp. That would surely result in their deaths.

Regardless of the situation, once he was freed from his conversation with Astor, he thought to give himself a short break, as to give his body a chance to recharge but as usual, that was not meant to be. As he began to look for a suitable spot, he ended up finding himself attracted to his two comrades whom were having a conversation nearby....well that wasn't entirely true. He had already heard Zelrius desire to bring Jester home, where ever she was. Having lost numerous people in a similar fashion, he understood where he was coming from. In fact, he was sure he understood Zelrius desire better than anyone. To be left behind was often considered by many to be a fate worse than death, him included, but It was nothing compared to the pain one would feel when they were ones making the decision to leave someone behind.

Of course, Jin was the first to interject, using logic and reason above all else to convince him to stay but he knew better. No matter what Jin would say or do, he already knew Zelrius mind was made up. Knowing that pain all too well, he would not stand in Zelrius way. He knew it was something he needed to do. Perhaps he was even beginning to understand what It meant to be a true warrior, rather than a individual who had a hero complex. With this in mind, he decided to intervene himself. Walking over to the two, he placed his hand on @Jin's shoulder and nodded his head.

Let him go....It's something he must do, not only as a person, but as a warrior as well....It may be difficult to understand...but It will give him the growth he needs to reach his potential, not only physically, but mentally as well.

Tilting his head in the opposite direction, he remained silent for a few moments before sighing.

Try to understand where he's coming from....and If you cannot, It will come to you in time. There is no doubt....for all true warriors come to this realization eventually. As someone who's lived their life as a soldier, I understand his pain better any individual could. The thought of being alone, to be left behind to die....it's a fate no one asks for...especially when you can feel your grasp on reality leaving you, knowing the end is near.

He turned his head back in Jin's direction, but in doing so, he took on a much more serious demeanor.

Although the mission is always important, and often outweighs the life of a single individual, in the end, a person may have to make a decision, one they can never take back. Do you complete the mission even If your directly responsible for the death's of your comrades? Or do you jeopardize the mission to save them? It is a difficult choice we all must make eventually......and If you only have a single life, It's only that much harder to make.

Sighing once more, he turned his attention to Zelrius as he continued. He closed his eyes as he spoke.

As my mentor & best friend once told me, soldiers would would abandon their post, their mission even, were scum...but those would willingly leave their comrades to die were considered worst than scum. There are no words to describe such a individual.

Taking his hand off his shoulder, he turned his back to Jin.

Of course....it's not something you truly understand as a civilian.....or even when you have multiple lives. Worry not though, for I am one of Astorea's foremost defenders. No matter what decision Zelrius makes, I will do what is necessary to ensure Astor's survival, even If it results in my own death....for that is my duty as a warrior of Astorea.

Having said what he needed to say to his intellectual equal, he made his way past @Zelrius but in doing so, he momentarily paused. With a sympatric smile, he spoke just loud enough for him to hear, but in a tone of voice that cited his approval, as If he was proud of the decision Zelrius had made.

Do what you have to do Zelrius. I'll do what I can here, even If the worst comes to fruition.......Just make sure you save her you hear?

As he began to pull away, a few subtle chuckles escaped him as he spoke softly.

Your on your way Zelrius.....to becoming a true warrior...just remember.....no one aims to become a hero....

After all that, having gifted the two the wisdom of a war veteran, he decided to take their leave of the two for the time being. While Ilusa flustered over Astor, Zelrius about to run off to save Jester and Jin no doubtly being annoyed over the entire situation, he would simply exile himself to the other side of the room in an effort to get a quick rest before they have to move on. There was also the chance Astor would chew him out but that was nothing new. It wasn't as If most people agreed with him anyway over most topic's, why would this be any different?​

 

[Schilva Flasch]

130 / 130

Combat Log:
+20HP from Rendezvous

Status:
n/a

With no choice left, Schilva did what he did best.

He ran.

Faster, faster than he'd ever run before.
Sprinting like mad, legs pumping like frantic pistons, blood thundered like wardrums in his ears and the deserted streetside buildings blurred around him.
Here, there, low rubble and burnt-out magitech husks, obstacles that would obliterate his body if he were to run into it head on at this speed, missed by only a mere feet or two of error.
Corners cut, rooves leapt from, barked coordination with the burly Caenis, who was somehow able to match his pace. Or was Schilva matching his?

The city stretched endlessly, frustratingly. Was he there yet? Was he there yet? Still not there yet? Schilva could feel his lungs running out of air, muscles screaming for him to relent. With every passing second, his overworked muscles and tendons threatened to snap from the toll of this ridiculous exertion, but he had never felt so alive before.

He couldn't fall behind. Couldn't let the sacrifice of that greyed-out name be in vain. Even if his chest threatened to burst, air in his face making his eyes water, he had to GO FASTER! Ahead of him, pointing defiantly into the sky, the Dragontail drew closer and closer...

...until suddenly, he was there. Decelerating, stumbling, the fatigue threatened to crash upon Schilva and drop him to his knees, but the elation of seeing his companions again kept him up on his feet for the introductions of their Beastfolk guides; Haira and Sakkarin.

Giving a breathless thumbs-up to indicate his condition as Sakkarin explains the situation, Schilva can only grimace as he remembers the casualty in the roster. Pulling up his UI menu again, puzzlement overtakes his face as every party member is accounted for. Revival? Glitch? It didn't matter, so long as everyone was-

Jester.

Wait...wait-wait. I...Jester...

Ambling after the group, Schilva begins to protest, but falls silent reluctantly when the logic of the situation is laid bare. He didn't exactly have the energy or presence of mind to argue, too preoccupied with keeping himself upright and walking.

The end of the trip through the Dragonship's derelict underbelly was punctuated by the spark of torchlight illuminating a regal silhouette. Even from this distance, without being told, Schilva could tell from the proximity of a regal aura who this person was, the object of their search - the eponymous king of Astorea.

Immediately, @Ilusa Nakhalee, who seemed to have a deep relationship with the king, rushed to his side and cured his horrific wound. The scene was touching enough, but the reek of death that permeated this chamber distracted Schilva. He couldn't help but let out a relieved breath when it was confirmed that the destruction was not of the king's hand.

Keeping quiet through the strangeness that was the examination and @Zelrius' attempted repair of the depleted Magia, Schilva stays uncharacteristically quiet as he recognises that he's ignorant to the technical workings of the situation. That, and talking still made his chest seize with pain, like his lungs were refusing to give up the precious air he had replaced within them.

But there was one thing that he had to say, as the party began to quarrel over what to do now that Jester was missing.

Clearing his throat painfully, Schilva raises his hand to get the attention of the congregation.

I'll do it. I can search the blast radius if anyone here knows where she might have landed. In and out, ten minutes tops. I also have this...like, really big explosive if we have to break through anything. I mean, I feel like we need it for something else, but...
Look! I, uh. It's- I know time's tight but- look, I don't want to leave anyone behind!

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[Raid Boss]

Team Ego
Day 2: Morning (Cycle 10)

Guidelines

• @Jin @Zelrius @Seto Kurama @Jester @Ilusa Nakhalee @Schilva Flasch
• 1 reply per cycle unless the Narrator asks for you to respond to a scene.
• Max wordcount, 800 words including BBcode.
• Team Ego's Comms
• No playsheet action this cycle.

Even the jaded king couldn't hold the floodgate of emotions when Ilusa leapt into his arms. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, the blonde encircled her feminine form with his arms and held her in a tight embrace. He burrowed his face into her snow-white hair and basked in the feline's presence. It wasn't exactly the most opportune time for a heartful reunion, but Astor wasn't going to complain about it.

After they pulled away from one another and Ilusa told the king about the magitech egg and the second ping, Astor immediately turned to Haira and Sakkarin with a darkened expression. "The second ping? It's her, the red-headed Magia," he said.

When the majority of Team Ego seemed lost, Haira jumped in with an explanation.

"When he came here, we ran into a red-headed Magia who damages us just from being close to us," she took off her gloves and rolled up her sleeve to show the rest of the group multiple clean cuts that was healing nicely.

"That bitch must have seen Astor use the spell and reproduce it wherever you saw the mark at. Tch! This place is a goddamn death trap," Sakkarin snarled.

While his Sunclaw escorts were explaining in his place, Astor was in deep thought. "The egg is certainly concerning. Should something terrible hatch from it, we'll be paying the price down the line…" Astor thought aloud. The suggestion to go deal with the egg right then and there crossed his mind. However, with that a group that small and unprepared, heading into the mouth of danger would meet the same fate as the adventuring party now scattered on the ground. After witnessing Ivan's end, Astor swore he wasn't going to let something like that happen again if he could help it. His words could kill a person, and so he held his tongue on the matter.

"Seto," Astor responded to the former duke. "Losing the only foothold, we have in Vintergard is a loss we can't afford to take, but as much as I would like to head back and rally their defense, it took you all a good while to get here. There's no way in hell we'll be able to make it back in time."

When Zelrius pulled a broken orb out of his UI inventory and brought it to Astor, Sakkarin, and Haira, the bulky suit had already deactivated as the last of its life essence trickled out of the containment orb.

"Mmh… It looks like they are two completely different types of magia. We can't just swap them out, I think Seto will be with me on that one. However…" Astor trailed off as he looked from the orb to Haira. "Haira, this looks a lot like a magical focus and I have seen this type of orb before. It's called a Regulator. Do you think you can open a Spirit Gate and link it with another Regulator? If the enemy is sieging the camp now, we might be able to take a shortcut back."

Sakkarin immediately sent a hand to Astor's back, eliciting a surprised groan from the blond. "That's a GREAT idea, nispa. That would save us an entire journey back!!! Haira, get to it. We've got a hell hole to escape."

"W-wait, I have to see where this thing will lead," Haira said as she stood over the orb and held a hand over it. Moments later, her eyes began lighting up with a spectral glow and within seconds, the orb began glowing in the same manner. Everyone who was paying attention would have been able to see various visions manifesting within the broken orb, one of which was a vision of the ongoing battle at Camp Hope.

"…Found it." Haira exclaimed, "There is a connection between here and where the camp is. Although… the ground seemed like it's smoldering…"

Just as Haira found the connection, Zelrius tried to leave to find Jester and Jin dissuading him from doing so. Seto meanwhile egged him on, and the glory-seeking Schilva volunteered his explosive.

Astor picked up on Ilusa's hesitation and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before he made his way to Zelrius with unwavering eyes.

"I'm not going to stop you from going, but are you absolutely sure you're prepared for the consequence of your decision? You may find success where you least expect it, but should you lose, the game will take everything from you," Astor spoke with a stern voice. He's seen it far too many times, people chancing their luck and ending up losing everything.

"As much as I would like to help, there are many lives under my charge," Astor said. "If you've made up your mind about going, take this charm. It will deflect some attention from the magia here, but it won't last long once you activate it." He extended his arm, handing Zelrius the charm.

Haira came up to Zelrius and looked up at him with moistened eyes, "If you happen on Haito, please take him with you. Please."

Sakkarin walked up beside Haira and put a hand on her head as he looked at the redhead. "Be careful. Watch your position and consider their movement carefully. Although these enemies aren't nearly as deadly as a Moonfang, they can easily overnumber you in the matter of minutes," the large wolfman spoke, giving Zelrius his last piece of advice.

"Don't worry, Haira, if that excitable idiot was out there somewhere, this Traveler will bring him back. He looks stronger than he appears," Sakkarin laughs. Although it may have made Haira feel a bit better, it did come off as a bit insensitive.

"Haira. It's time," Astor beckoned the caenis girl, asking, "can you channel your kamuy and open a gate for us?"

Haira nodded and took a step back from the orb as she began to perform handseals. In seconds, the orb shattered and slowly aligned itself into two Japanese torii. Although the group was able to see the other side of the room for a moment, the sight disappeared into a dark void when the gate began to burn with spectral energy.

Spoiler: Spirit Gate

If anyone among Ego appeared apprehensive about the entire thing, Sakkarin would have bellowed out a gruff laugh to put their mind at ease, "Don't worry, Haira is was born with a gift from the kamuys, though, I reckon you really don't want to go through the Spirit Gate in normal circumstance, since if you fall off the path, your soul will just be ripped apart by the spirit world, ahaha!"

After Haira was done, she stood in front of the Spirit Gate with glowing eyes. Everyone who was there could feel bone-chilling winds blowing out from within, yet the closer one approached the gate, there was something that would exert a mysterious force to pull them further inside.

"The gate is open, it won't stay open for long, please stick to me as close as you can, and no matter what you see within, don't touch it, okay?" Haira spoke with an echo in her voice.

Astor gestured to the rest of the group. "It's time to go," said the blonde as he took Ilusa's hand into his own again. For once, he was still with a renewed resolve. They had a camp to help.

Decision Time

There are two paths forward here that should be made in your post.

• Find Jester. Go with @Zelrius to find @Jester in the Dragonhead area. There's a high chance of death here. Please consider carefully before picking this option.
• Return to Camp. Follow Haira through the Spirit Gate and arrive in the Hope in Danger! thread this cycle (C3). You may reslot all of your actions, but keep the current HP the same.
  
  For those who are choosing this option, you will see spectral visages depicting moments of death, some of which include your past deaths. You may touch these visions if you would like.

 

[Zelrius]

155 / 160

Determination flares, as does fear.

Zelrius looked up as his answers came. First from Jin, who made some really solid points. She risked it for this, knowing full well she could die but... his frown deepened, eyes looking to the ground. "Does that mean she has to die, though..." He mumbled in response. It was a weak argument to the Bloodsworn's logic. Maybe it was worth listening to him. Returning to the camp, and coming back with fresh minds and healthbars. Blue eyes stared up again, reflecting the spirit gate that materialized.

Ilusa followed up with her own compelling argument. He couldn't help but feel alone - feel stupid at the fact that the catgirl was right. They had no idea where she was. Anywhere, she could be wandering around. Or a charred corpse. Sure, she was just a video game character. But, gone forever like that? It made his stomach turn. Again, envisioning himself in her situation. He had died in this game before, a long, long time ago. And none of that made it less of a terrifying experience. There was no peace in it. "...Maybe the egg?" He asked in protest, thinking for a moment, letting the cogs turn in his head.

But it was futile. They were right. He should just - go with them. This was a stupid endeavor, and Astor was in a verifiably bad condition. She had Dynamism, she could escape, right? That was, until Seto spoke up. Speaking to his own dreams of heroism, almost as if reading his mind. It was encouraging, enlightening. So what if he would die? He could come back, she couldn't. Astor had all the help he needed right here. The team, plus the lupine pair.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Schilva as concerned as he was. Willing to also risk life and limb, at the very least to scout out the blast radius. That wasn't a bad idea at all, maybe she was waiting patiently somewhere down there. It was a good strategy, though, it was worth noting; "The gate might close by the time you get back, are you sure, Schilva?" The pyromancer asked. Truthfully, there was respect bubbling underneath for this strange, energetic man.

Even more surprising, an offering from Astor himself. They had never really spoken face to face, but he seemed... sympathetic to the man's thoughts. He was tenative, almost sheepish, as a gloved hand reached out, gently scooping the charm from the ex-King's hand. [Zelrius takes the charm] He nodded. "Thank you, very much." Is all he could manage. That was the convincing factor. Five voices, and three of them - including his own - spoke to find Jester. To save her, if possible. And Haito too, if he was still out there. The poor wolfboy probably more lost than the rhyming girl. Probably just as concerned for his... sister(?) as she was for him.

It was actually reassuring, to hear that, in general, they weren't as deadly as the Moonfang. "I've fought those before. Some robots shouldn't be a problem." His voice shook as he responded to the larger caenis, trying his best to maintain some level of control over the way his heart lept and bound, and every muscle in his body was immediately second guessing this decision.

The regal man declared it was time to go. Zelrius hesitated, looking up. Almost instinctively following them through the gate. He had to stand his ground against his primal fear. 'What's the worst that could happen?' He had to tell himself. And watch any who walked away do so.

"Us too. Stay safe out there." He waved back to them, now worried for Astor, Ilusa, Seto, Jin - who all at the very least seemed dead set on going. Turning around to forge his own path, and make his way back out to Vintergard.

Zelrius will hear any last comments, and then promptly exit the Merchant's hall the way they came. Exiting the party.​

@Jin @Zelrius @Seto Kurama @Jester @Ilusa Nakhalee @Schilva Flasch @Raid Boss

 

[Jin]

58 / 165

Amusement, mostly.

There was no cure for stupidity, it seemed. The man who touched his arm waxed poetic about life as a soldier, and the juxtaposition of duty and what a person feels they must do. He regarded the gesture with all the warmth of a lich's frosty finger until Seto rescinded his touch, knowing full well that any action taken directly against the man in plain sight of the King would not be taken favorably.

Jin gave a tired sigh. It seemed there would be no rest for the wicked. Their options changed like a breeze when the strange beastwoman worked her magicks and summoned a portal that, upon gazing into, anyone could see the Siege of Camp Hope. For the Bloodsworn to say he cared about their fate was... incorrect.

What this meant was that the King had a path back that was relatively unimpeded, and that meant that the mission was already a success. There was no further need of him or any of the others, other than to prove their worth in Astor's eyes.

Jin saw a greater prize.

After all, what could they learn if they did not brave the dangers of Vintergard? And as a pair, what would Zelrius and Schilva be able to do? They needed more numbers, and a competent strategic mind to stand even a slight chance at survival.

"It would seem I miscalculated the abilities of your entourage, your Majesty," Jin directed a bemused statement toward the monarch, his lips pulled up in a wry smirk. "Had I known you were possessed of a Mage with the capability to span great distances in short order, I would have saved my impassioned appeal for a situation more urgent. It would seem that my contract has come to its logical conclusion."

With that, he turned to Zelrius. "And so, I will now take on the most illogical task of preventing Zelrius' unnecessary death," he said curtly. The reality was that this youth was a firebrand, but he was most capable. With the proper guidance he would be a valuable asset- and so, the loss of even one of his three lives would be a waste of precious resources.

"I will go with you on this misadventure," he told the man, "but if even a moment strikes where the risk of failure is certain, or there is no hope for victory, you must be willing to accept the loss."

Rolls

Jin leaves with Zelrius, toward greater danger.

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

190 / 190

Task: Heading back to Camp Hope as Astor's bodyguard
Emotional State: Serious
State: Normal

With everything that had transpired in the span of a few minutes, It was far from what he had expected. He half expected himself to play decoy as to ensure Astor and the others would escape but instead, It was quite the opposite. For some reason, he felt cheated over the entire ordeal. Who could have foreseen Astor having such a powerful magic caster under his thumb this entire time? And one no less that could produce spiritual gates? Granted, It was far from the first time he had seen & used such magic but it was still, nonetheless shocking to see, given it's rarity. When Sakkarin opened his mouth a moment later, spewing the equivalent of a untasteful joke, he rolled his eyes from one edge to the other. He wasn't wrong exactly but he didn't have to say it in such a way. This would certainly be a experience for the unprepared. As for himself however, like with most things, the things he had seen, done and witnessed in this world paled in comparison to the atrocities he had seen and even done in the real world. Nothing he would see would phase him. How could it when much of his humanity had already left him long ago?

After he had watched @Zelrius make his decision, he decided to make one last approach on the young man, appearing from the shadows as he made his way towards the exit. Given this may be the last time he would ever see Zelrius, he wanted to impart upon him some final words. Hopefully, he would take them to heart. Perhaps he would even find inspiration in the most unlikely of places.

No matter what the others say, know that I am proud of you Zelrius. With this single action, you shown me just how much you can improve, not only as a individual but as a warrior as well.

Smiling, Seto closed his eyes before continuing

To give your life for another....there is no greater honor.

Opening his eyes once more, he rested his left hand on Zelrius left shoulder

If you manage to survive this, seek me and my wife out...that is, If you begin to have the urge for a higher calling. I'll make you into a warrior yet, one that truly embodies honor, self sacrifice and duty. On the other hand however, such a path is difficult...do not make it lightly...

With nothing left to say, with his eyes again closed, he made a silent nod towards the man

there was no doubt that a part of him wanted to go, to lend his friend the strength and skill he would need to save @Jester's life, for he truly understood the peril she was in. It was difficult but eventually, his mind relented. No matter how much he wanted to save her, he came to the realization this was a pivotal moment in Zelrius life, even If he had yet to realize it. Either he would grow as a individual...or break. In this instance, there was nothing else he could do, not to mention he had his own responsibilities. No matter how strongly he felt on this, his place was at the king's side, especially after he had promised Ilusa he would ensure their safety. He was after all, honor bound by his oath of fealty. His hands were tied. At least @Jin , no matter their differences, had decided to go with him. He wasn't sure how much he could do for Zelrius but at least It would increase his likelihood of coming back alive.

Regardless, once Astor(@Raid Boss) gave the order to move out, he reluctantly turned his back on Zelrius and made his way back to the group. When he came face to face with his liege once again, he couldn't prevent himself from chuckling softly, this time with a grin.

Still foolish as ever my lord.....Well than, shall we get going? I do believe we have a entrance to make...

Despite the sudden influx of emotions that kept running rampart within his mind, he just couldn't stop himself. While he had no love for playing the hero or when a individual made a complete disregard for military strategy, he would have been lying If he said he felt no sympathy for the action Astor wanted to take. For all the precautions and defenses the camp had taken, It was still held up mostly by the inexperienced and young. He couldn't expect them to hold the line forever, even with individuals such as Seigi and Mizuki there. That said, It wasn't as If he wanted the others to die either. He hoped Kyra was still up and at em, though he knew how she operated, which caused him to worry more.
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Turning serious, he shifted his attention to @Ilusa Nakhalee. He was sure she was still giggly but he needed her to be serious for a little while longer.

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Ilusa, I know Astor got priority here but once we return, make sure to keep a close eye on our vitalities. I won't be able to commit to a single type of action If I have to check on my vitality constantly......I'm counting on you.

Once he finished, he turned his attention on the torii gate. Despite the bone chilling force he could feel, It didn't deter him one bit from approaching it or Haira. He had faced death on numerous occasions, this was no different, even if the fate of his own soul rested on the line. He would be the first to go in after Haira in case he needed to act to protect Astor once they were on the other side. As such, as they were about to enter, he shifted his head over his shoulder over the rest of the group.

I'll take my place after Haira in case I need to act quickly once were on the other side. Schilva(@Schilva Flasch), cover the rear while we keep his Majesty and Ilusa in the center. Best to keep them where they be safest.

 

[Schilva Flasch]

130 / 130

Combat Log:
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Status:
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As the source of the false ping was revealed, Schilva twists his lip and sighs. Finding a Magia supersoldier instead of just some plain decoy was certainly a worse than expected result, but that does explain some things.

Watching @Zelrius exchange his orb for a charm bestowed by the king himself, Schilva couldn't help but feel the tiniest scraping of jealousy in his chest. But this wasn't the time to bicker about who the hero was. Wow, did he really just think that!? That wasn't a Schilva thought!

Scuffing his toes about in the bloody heat-baked dirt, Schilva composes himself as he too huddles around for the linking of the orb as a magical focus. Questions of identity faded to the back of Schilva's mind as he looked upon the scorched earth left in the wake of the fiery siege.

What the- this- is the camp...!?

He was answering himself faster than he could ask his questions, realising quickly that yes, the very Camp Hope they had departed from was now under attack. Something massive was raining hell upon the Camp's defenders with multiple gun platforms and - was that a straight-up death beam?

Schilva's hand clutches into a fist and releases again, thinking about a certain item stowed in his inventory. The vendor had told him that it was, what was it? A 'terrain remodeler' grade explosive. So if he could somehow get it on that dreadnaught...or, better, inside it-

As their guides, king Astor, and @Seto Kurama alike give Zelrius and @Jin their parting advice, Schilva senses a decision impending from which he could not compromise. He had to either stay with the king's march towards Camp Hope through the gate, or stick to his guns and look for Jester with the other two.

Though he held a weapon that could turn the tide of battle instantly, it wasn't something he couldn't hand off to someone else, as grating on his glory-hungry nerves as it was that someone else might be credited for a good use of something he bought in the first place.

His speed, though, could be of use better at the camp. Schilva hated to agree with Jin's cold logic, but Jester was only one person. If the camp were under attack by such a monstrous war machine, then there were bound to be casualties that the scorched-earth frontline would inevitably consume without someone to medevac them. If he recalled right, there was a perimeter wall that the camp would probably use as their last line of defense. It would be easy for him to run up a wall carrying someone, even if they were injured.

But he had volunteered himself already-!
But lives were at stake-!
But HE had to plant that bomb, not-!

Jester...

All Schilva could mutter out as he heeded Seto's tactical suggestion was that much. It wasn't until he stepped closer to the gate and felt the chill hand of death upon him, the same that Jester may be braving now, that he turned to the pair who were separating from the cavalry.

Tell Jester I'm...I'm sorry I couldn't come. I just- there's- you know what? Never mind.

Stilling the conflict within himself and clutching his sheathed sword firmly as he brought up the rear of the royal procession, Schilva would be the last to step through the gate.

...I'll tell her myself when I'm done. You two best find her quick, alright?

Rolls

Departing with Astor, @Ilusa Nakhalee, @Seto Kurama, Sakkarin and Haira

 

[Raid Boss]

Special Event

At the time when Haira used the broken Regulator's orb that Zelrius managed to find as a medium for her magic, she saw her twin brother alone inside the palace from the perspective of the large Regulator.

The girl's heart sank. Without knowing where Haito was, all she knew was that he was in danger. She was conflicted, standing before the crossroad between saving her twin brother and fulfilling her mission.

With Team Ego deciding to separate, two of the five committed themselves to a suicide mission to find Jester while the rest headed into the Spirit Gate that connected the two Regulators, one from the orb Zelrius brought, the other on the head of a living Regulator at Camp Hope.

When the group entered the Spirit Gate, the gate travelers would have been walking on a spectral stone path through a completely dark space where ethereal spiritual clouds swirled and weaved about the space. On occasions, a spectral cloud would have come close enough to where they can see and hear the memory carried by said cloud. Those were moments of people's deaths, some of which belonged to the ones who travel as well.

Once again, Haira and Sakkarin reminded the group to keep their eyes forward and to not touch any of the clouds.

When Astor and his Traveler allies exited the gate, he turned back and saw that Haira had stayed behind. She was on her knees, kneeling behind a large red ceremonial bowl, which was filled with a translucent liquid. She looked up at the group and spoke in a near-whisper, "If at all possible, please find Haito. Please." After which she bowed, pressing her forehead against the ground in front of the red bowl.

Sakkarin meanwhile stood at the exit. He gestured the those who had gone with Astor to leave, to which the blonde asked in a panic, "Sakkarin? Haira? What are you guys doing, hurry up and get the hell out!"

Sakkarin smirked as he looked down at the shorter man, "What's the word you use in common again? Ah yeah. Payment. Haira will be paying the price for invoking the kamuy's power. I asked her not to tell you, just in case if there was a chance where the circumstances line up, you wouldn't get fussy about it. Don't worry, I promised her I would get her out. If we're gone for too long, just keep your end of the bargain and get your people to help the Sunclaw, alright? Get out of here nispa, you got a battle to fight and so do we."

Just before the torii collapsed into thin air, those who were looking into the space within could see a massive spectral fox opened its mouth and swallowed Haira whole as Sakkarin transformed into his lycan form and lunged at the fox.

 

[Ilusa Nakhalee]

140 / 160

Ilusa listened, even as she still soaked in his presence. This right here was happiness. It chased away any fatigue and she felt simply lighter.

She looked at the cuts and as the person who had healed Jester, she noticed just how very similar the wounds were. Aside how Jester's were deeper and bigger, they were the same. The healing already cuts were as clean as Jester's.

Ilusa was content to just be right next to Astor, to listen to his words, to just enjoy his presence.

"…Gate." She spoke, her voice somewhat flat. Because teleports were.. not what she had really seen in this game-turned-world – which made travelling so hard in this world as opposed as actual games.

And then for moment her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the large hand that got onto Astor's back. Luckily it was soon gone.

"Good luck." Ilusa said to Zelrius, actually wishing him luck. The existence of apparent gate made it less important to het that he would come with them, loss of his firepower would still be felt in the probably dangerous situation at the camp but this was fine. "…Good luck to you both." She also spoke to Jin.

As Haira moved her hands and energy formed, Ilusa peered at the bluis magical torii and the somewhat hazy yet visible area.

"Hisss!" She hissed, her ears flattening at the sight of the huge machine and numerous people, gripping Astor's arm.. Even as she kept her eyes on the moving picture, taking into account how people looked, trying to gauge their HP bar simply by the wounds on them – but the vision soon disappeared, turning dark.

Cold winds blew from the gate and Ilusa released Astor and tried to calm down.

"Of course." She spoke seriously towards Seto, because she would do her best. Of course she would prioritise Astor, then herself then others…

She took a deep breath, released it. Took another and nodded.

Then, as Astor's hand found hers, she grasped it and she followed him, into the darkness and behind Haira.

It was dark.

It was cold. Only from Astor's hand she felt warmth.

When she looked away from Astor, in the darkness visions swam. As if glitch in a program,it frizzled and buzzed; as if from a hazy dream they floated by.

Death.
Death was in each and every vision, people murdered, killed, defeated. Trampled, bisected, consumed. She watched, but was not moved – at least not until she saw Astor dead.. In one.. In another.. As they moved, she ended up touching the vision Astor with her free hand for a moment.

Rolls

Ilusa leaves via gate

 

[Raid Boss]

Special Event

@Ilusa Nakhalee - You, who discarded Haira's incessant warning, extended your hand toward one of the spectral clouds, touching it in the process. You would quickly find your digits plunging into their misty and ethereal form. The moment you sank into their body, they burst into a puff of smoke as your hand immediately seized from the pang of cold that ran through your arms, up your ears and down to the tip of your tail in the split of a second. Your fur was standing straight up from the sudden stimulation.

You saw many different permutations of Astor dying, but it wasn't just Astor, but those close to you. These visions replayed, again and again, haunting you hundreds of times before a warm hand pulled you out of your moment of dazedness.

What could this mean?

Certainly not anything good.

Your eyes are glowing in the same spectral color as the clouds, and will continue glowing for at least an hour.

A change has stirred within you, heralding the dark tidings ahead.

 

[Raid Boss]

[ This thread has merged with and will be continuing in the main event thread. ]​