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A Misguided Magus and The Dark King's Lost Path of Fate [Main Hall/Lestacia/Adrastos/KILL VIABLE]

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The air warped around them, creating a stained sight of reds and browns. Orange streaks would go across their eyes occasionally. The intense heat started to blanket around them as they felt their bodies being warped into the dungeon. It was as if they were being shot in through a stream of hot air as they managed to gush through. Yet a moment of blankness and bliss would wash over the pair of magicians as their butts bumped the ground.

In a moment their surroundings would start to fade in from a blur. The strong smell of burnt flesh, and sulfur curling and burning the ends of their nose hair. The strong heat of the main hall would flare over them as the hellscape before them would be a visible nightmare. For Adrastos it would be similar to that of Dantalion in heat, yet he would notice a difference in bones. As they saw the leftover skeletons in the area it was obvious they were charred.

There would be ruins around them yet they would be no more than charred buildings. Lurking ashes and empty structures. Ahead of them, they would see a horizon dotted with dashes of flame and what seemed like scattered people. It was too far for them to distinguish. All they could tell is that the dotted group was standing by what seemed to be a canyon that was 50m away.

An intense pull wrapped and would suggest for the pair to walk towards the canyon. There would be strange, soft noises coming from the distance if they had listened closely.

There would be a moment for the two to actually get a moment to be aware of their surroundings. Yet it was like there was a constant pressure, something looking in on them. As the skyline and winding paths pictured an interesting journey. A Misguided Magus with interesting passion, along with Dark King on a lost path of fate in this journey for a kings power.

Dm notes:Canyon is 50m away

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The familiar sensation of being pulled through the gate of the dungeon was exhilarating. The heat reminded Adrastos of Dantalion, but the surroundings were anything but a replica of the desert dungeon. Standing to his feet, Adrastos noticed his mount and Hades not too far away. He whistled to his mount. Sahara responded promptly, shaking the soot from her fur, and returned to her rider with Hades clinging to the saddle with his claws. “I wasn’t expecting the heat to be like Dantalion,” the cat complained. Adrastos couldn’t have agreed more as he shrugged off his coat, draping it over the back-end of the saddle. His silver eyes scanned the area.

A sulfurous wasteland where nothing could live. The putrid stench singed his nose and the air boiled his lungs. This was worse than the dry heat of Dantalion. Much much worse. This was hell. The charred skeletons of people and buildings littering the landscape were a grim reminder of a past torn asunder by fire and brimstone. To be honest, Adrastos felt almost at home with the remains of people scattered like trash. It was just a shame he couldn’t have killed them himself, or at least witness their suffering as they perished.

He could feel his dark vessel hum with power even after entering the gate, or was he imagining the feeling since he could remember it so clearly? This was the first time he had entered a dungeon with such an artifact. The magician wondered if it would be a magnet for trouble. “I’ll just deal with whatever comes my way,” Adrastos muttered to himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Dark King noticed another form. It was living, or at least still had meat of bones and clothes on flesh. Lestacia had entered apparently. Adrastos frowned. How was he going to deal with her? He didn’t want to be slowed down, but perhaps the little magician could still be of some use to him… And if she got in the way, well… There would be plenty of occasions to dump her along with the other trash.

The magician fiddled with Grim Reaper. It was so tempting to raise the nearby skeletons to kill Lestacia. He’d then be free to do whatever he wanted. If they could be used to provide information, that would have been nice too, but communication with the dead was not something his reanimation ring permitted. Not that he ever tried though.

The Dark King shook his head. There were more pressing matters to focus on: the canyon ahead and the presence boring down on them. He knew the Djinn was watching. Of course it was, they were like puppets in it’s own puppet show. They were ants in a jar. Having no other place to go, Adrastos cleared his throat. “We don’t have time to rest. We’re pressing forward. Don’t lag behind, or you’ll be end up like these others.”

Adrastos mounted and flicked the reigns. Hades looked around in wonder and terror as the world past them by to get closer to the danger that most likely loomed before them at the canyon.
WORD COUNT: xxx
MAGOI: 480/480
STAMINA: 200/200




NOTE: I did bring the SoS as mentioned in the Gate, but upon realizing I forgot to link it with all of my other items (when I thought I did), I've added it if that's okay.

Magic Items Brought: 5 / 5

  • Dantalis Serpent
  • Grim Reaper
  • Ring of Erosion
  • Magic Carpet
  • Plague Charm

Magic Weapons Brought: 3 / 3

  • Malevolent Shadow
  • Blade of Ascension
  • Poisonous Demise


Warrior Weapons Brought: 3 / 5

  • Blade of Ascension
  • Poisonous Demise
  • Niut


Mounts/Pets:

Name: Sahara the Hyena
Type: Dungeon Mount
Magic Type: Dehydration (Heat+Wind)
Appearance: A large purple Hyena 3m tall and 3.5m long. It's body adorned with dry bones and places to hold equipment. It has a saddle on its back allowing it to carry up to two people at once.
Function:

  • Can carry up to two people while moving up to speeds of a loping horse.


Name: Hades (previously Thyme)
Type: Non-Combat/Companion Pet
Appearance: Hades is a kitten black as night itself with fluffy medium sized fur and grey eyes. He came from the dungeon in Balbadd, Dantalion, and was given as a reward for surviving and reaching the dungeon's chamber. He is also capable of speech.

This is a non-combat pet and cannot be used in any type of combat or as a mount!

This item is unable to be sold or traded to other players.
Dark Metal Vessel:

Djinn: Erebus
Theme: Shadow Magic [Light + Strength]
Type: Circlet/Crown
Appearance: A black circlet crafted using ruthenium metal with tiny zircon gem orbs decorating the circlet that fits the wearer’s head perfectly.
Magic Items:

Item Name: Flying Carpet
Tier: A
Type: Magic Item
Description: A magical flying carpet that allows the user to soar through the sky. It measures 2 meters in width, 3 in length, and about 20cm in terms of thickness, making it quite flexible.
Function:

  • This magical carpet gives a 25% word count reduction on traveling topics.
  • The carpet can fly at great speeds equivalent to an A-tier flight spell, up to a height of 60 meters. The carpet can hold up to 5 people at a time before being weighed down. This function is free in social situations but costs magoi to be used in combat or when under attack. 10 magoi to activate | 5 to sustain.


Name: Dantalis Serpent
Tier: A-Tier
Type: Magic Ring
Magic Type: Dehydration [Heat+Wind]
Appearance: A 19mm ring made of gold and emerald in the shape of a snake with a magic circle on the head of it.
Function:

  • Desiccate — The magic tool is activated whenever the user feeds magoi. They will then rapidly remove the moisture from whatever the user's ring bearing hand is touching. This could be an object, an opponent, or even the open air around them. If touching an enemy, the dehydration will deal A-tier damage to the limb being touched, crippling it into a shriveled shell. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 Magoi to sustain.


Name: Grim Reaper
Tier: B
Type: Ring Magic Tool
Magic Type: Animation [Lightning+Life]
Appearance: The ring is made from black metal and set with a ruby in the center with small black roses framing the gem. The magic circle, once complete, will be on the inside band of the ring.
Function:

  • Call of the Dead – Feeding magoi into the ring causes a crackle of green lightning to arc from the ruby set in its center. The lightning then expands to any nearby corpses linking to four of them before ended. The dead then rise as simple minded zombies that will attack targets based on a verbal command from the caster. The zombies have D-tier durability and deal D-tier damage unless they were carrying weapons of a higher tier. For each sustain, four more zombies can be created. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 magoi to sustain.


Name: Ring of Erosion
Tier: B-Tier
Type: Ring
Magic Type: Acid Magic (Water + Lightning)
Appearance: An 18mm diameter ring that glows with a pulsating pale green light. The magic circle is engraved on the inside of the ring.
Function:

  • Acid Pulse - Feeding magoi into the ring causes a wave of acid to be released in a single short burst. The wave itself spreads out into a 3m cone. The acid will begin to corrode and dissolve whatever it lands on dealing B-tier damage. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 Magoi to sustain.



Name: Plague Charm
Tier: D
Type: Charm
Magic Type: Plague [Life+Lightning+Water]
Appearance: This small charm has the appearance of a plagued hive hanging from a 40 cm chain. The hive is approximately 10cm long.  
Function:

  • The charm glows green when fed magoi. The user's throat then shows a similar green glow coming from underneath the skin. When the user exhales they produce a thick green cloud of mist that spreads outwards 1m in all directions. The mist is a unique plague based off the user's DNA. The user is immune, however their blood is also the cure. The plague will cause minor rigamortis in the afflicted. The entire body will suffer from dull pain and their movements become sluggish. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 Magoi to sustain.

Magic Weapons:

Name: Malevolent Shadow
Tier: A
Type: Advanced Wand
Magic Type: Shadow (Light+Strength)
Appearance: A twelve centimeter long wooden wand. Made of oak, the wand was then coated in a silvery-metal to give it a haunting appearance.  
Function:

  • Shadow Realm - By pointing the wand overhead and feeding it magoi, the magic tool will begin spewing shadow magic upwards. The shadow magic rises 10m and then spreads outwards forming a 15m dome with the caster at its center. The outer shell of the dome requires B-tier damage to break. Inside the dome is pitch black and the user can sense the location of anything that moves within the dome. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 Magoi to sustain.


Name:Blade of Ascension
Tier: A-Tier
Type: Magic Sword
Magic Type: Gravity Magic
Appearance: The sword is 120cm long and 15cm wide, with a 36cm wing shaped guard. The blade is made from an elegant silver metal which causes the weapon to shine like the moon when light reflects of it. A strong and simple weapon which combines the power of function and form perfectly.
Function:

  • Flight of the Valkyrie - When the user fills the object with magoi the weapon manipulates their gravity. This allows for the target to control their movement freely, flying through the air at incredible speeds equivalent to that of an A-tier fanalis. When this is activated it causes the wings on the sword to glow, some even see a pair of glowing wings can be faintly seen around the user when they fly with the sword. 10 magoi to cast | 5 magoi to sustain.


Name: Poisonous Demise
Tier: C-Tier
Type: Magic Weapon - Dagger
Magic Type: Life (Poison)
Appearance: From the mantle to the tip, the dagger is 56 centimeters. The blade, which was forged with iron, is 33 centimeters. The handle, which was carved out of wood and fortified by adding two layers, is 15 centimeters. A skull rests on the top of the handle, made out of the bone of an animal. It takes up the final, 8 centimeters. Horizontally, two bones crossing split the blade from the handle. It is the same length as the handle: 15 centimeters.
Function:

  • Two Faced Poison - When fed magoi, the dagger will release gaseous venom. It spreads in a 5m fan. The venom will backfire if the user does not leave the 5m range. Those who inhale the poison will experience pain and sluggish movements for up to one post after exposure has ended. Over a course of 2 posts, the poisonous gases will diminish. 10 magoi to activate | 5 magoi to sustain.

Weapons:

Name: Niut
Tier: B
Type:Sword
Material: Damascus Steel
Appearance: The entire sword is made from damascus steel. The blade is 90 cm long and 7.62 cm wide, with a hilt about 13 cm long and a pommel about 17 cm.
Rest Items:

Name: Juicy Sirloin x2
Tier: B
Description A large sized meal.
Effect: Allows the user to recover 100 magoi while resting.

Name: Simple Tent x2
Tier: C
Description A moderately sized tent equipped with sleeping bags for up to four people. It also comes with flint and tinder for starting fires but finding wood is up to you.
Effect: Allows the user to recover 30 stamina per post while resting.
Mundane Items:

Name: Bandages x5
Tier: B
Material: Cloth
Description: The bandages are made from simple cloth, measuring 12.7 cm width and 15m in length, and are bundled up tightly into a cylindrical form for easy storage. They are used to cover wounds such as major burns and cuts.


Name: Bandages x5
Tier: C
Material: Cloth
Description: The bandages are made from simple cloth, measuring 15.25 cm in width and 15m in length, and are bundled up tightly into a cylindrical form for easy storage. They are used to cover wounds such as minor burns and cuts.


Name: Fragrant Oil x5
Tier: D
Material: Glass
Description: Inside a purple glass bottle, measuring 7.62 cm tall, is an oil used to  wake up individuals who have fainted or been knocked unconscious.


Name: Suture Thread x5
Tier: D
Material: Thread
Description: Thread used with the Suture Needle to close wounds of varying sizes.


Name: Anesthesia x5
Tier: D
Material: Liquid in Glass
Description: Inside a clear glass bottle, measuring 9 cm tall, is a substance used to induce a state of temporary loss of sensations.


Name: Suture Needle
Tier: D
Material: Metal
Description: A needle used with the Suture Thread to close wounds of varying sizes.
SoS:

Description: A shard of crystallized fate. When broken, it allows the will of the user to somehow influence their fate. Please see the Shard Systems Page for more information.
Amount: 1


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Lestacia

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The first thing Lestacia was met with was an unbearable heat. She sat up and gripped her Staff Love tightly. How could she have fallen to something of that caliber so easily. She gripped her wand harder frustrated with herself. Lagi and Trently had already made it so far in front of her. She also needed to give Lagi a Piece of her mind. She arose to watch Adrastos climb aboard Hades and speed off to is destination. He looked like he knew what he was doing exactly. She inhaled deeply... that was a mistake. The putrid smell of rotting eggs entered her nostrils as she coughed and stood up. It was Disgusting. But she couldn't let that stop her.

Finally getting to her feet. She had started to run towards her goal, Lagging behind Adrastos quite a bit. She would run her very best,, in the unbearable heat. She could use her magic to fly, however she didn't want to waste what little Magoi she had, and on top of that she hadn't perfected the spells, landing process. As soon as it would be over, the person would drop a ridiculous amount of feet from the air. She sighed. The woman would have to go through this, with Adrastos, and find Trently later on. She didn't know if she could trust Adrastos Fully after he had just left her there. Regardless he was one of the Dungeon Dwellers and she had sworn to heal everyone and make sure they all came out Alive. "Trently! Please be safe! You reckless dolt!" Deep down she knew he'd be okay but couldn't help but worry.

Items and Magoi:


Magoi: 320/320

   Name: Love
   Tier: D
   Type: Magic Staff
   Magic Type: Holy ( Light + Life )
   Appearance: An gold-encrusted ivory staff measuring 100 CM long. The tip of the staff has a diamond set within a spherical figure with four wings attached to it.
   Function:
   

       
  • Divine Embrace - By infusing magoi into the staff, the staff emits soft light in a 3M radius. The user heals up for D-tier damage, while anyone else who comes into the light will take D-tier damage. 10 Magoi to activate | 5 Magoi to sustain.
       




Items

Name: Essence of the Dawn
Tier: A
Type: Magic Item
Magic Type: Sunseer [Heat+Light+Clairvoyance]
Cost: 10 magoi to activate | 5 to sustain
Appearance: On the outside, it is an ordinary flask that is roughly 20 cm tall and 7 cm wide. During the day, the inside is filled with a warm, fluorescent golden liquid that seems to come alive at the touch. It's warmth reminds you of the kiss of the sun on a summer day or a mother's loving embrace. In the night, the liquid turns blue and cold, shining brightly like the moon.
Function:

  • The Wrath of Apollo - After channeling magoi into the flask, keeping the flask upright, the liquid sunlight will drain out and seep into the ground. A pillar of scorching light that is 20 meters in diameter will erupt from the ground underneath the target and deal B tier damage in the form of burns as well as applying the effects of the magic type.
  • The Gift of Diana - After channeling magoi into the flask, turning the flask upside down, the liquid moonlight will drain out onto the surface below, creating an icy mirror that is 15 meters in diameter. It will show any past or present the user wishes to see. However, it will be silent and the user many only look into a maximum of 1 threads per use or sustain.


Name: Malicious Disk
Tier: C
Type: Magic Item - Spinner
Magic Type: Plague [Life+Lightning+Water]
Appearance: This magic tool is a circular disk that is roughly 18cm in size. It is dark yet beautiful to the beholder. The design is shaped into an ornate array of spikes and gothic patterns. It's main feature is a skull with garnet gemstones placed into it's eye sockets. The magic circle is located on the back side of the item. A sickly air surrounds the tool as if it is riddled with some sort of curse.
Function:
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[*]Cursed Dexterity - By feeding magoi into this spinner and spinning it, the eyes placed upon the skull will begin to glow a deep red. The ring around the skull center will then begin to spin rapidly, releasing a thick red mist into the air up to 6 meters away from the user. It will then form into a 5x5-meter crimson cloud, that will rain a blood-like substance onto anyone unfortunate enough to be under it. Anyone caught within the bloody shower, will immediately come down with a set of strange side effects, including the following; the inability to focus on a single thing at one time, and losing the ability to speak properly, i.e. delay of speech. 10 magoi to activate | 5 magoi to sustain


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Heat weaved itself through the ruins as they ventured towards the canyon. The intensity of the dungeon was on them like a cloak. It hung over their shoulders but was never any real threat. It trailed behind as the nightmare visages continued. The stench of the burning dead would slowly creep into but violate their senses. It was inescapable, the terrible smell would linger in their nose leaving its imprint on them. Worse than the smell itself was the site, it was an absolute mural of death. It was beautiful but cruel.

The burnt bodies loitered over broken buildings, crumbling over the ashen structures. There were charred zombies lingering in their area, mostly in small pairs. Then they had gotten closer to the canyon, where the smell of the burning had slammed into them like a wall. The solid stench wasn't the only odd thing. They would the source of the moaning that had been ringing throughout the room. It was a group of 30 charred zombies forming a small mob in front of one of the canyon mouths. They say there, letting out fiery burps, scratching their burnt skin. Many of them making a rumbling, but loud moan. Once the approaching pair had been noticeable their attention would shift over.



The zombies opened their flaming maws letting out a strong and painful moan as their opened mouths appeared like a wall of burning eyes. Their moans were sad, resonating through the body like a sad song. The mesmerizing vision of their flames went out at the sight of the visitors.

"OHAWOOHHHHHHAAAOOOooohaaha"
their moans tapering off as they continue to look, gazing towards the sky. Few of them even clutched their hearts.

While danger lurked in the air there was this mysterious mob which stood in their way. How would they get to the canyon and continue? They could try to go around yet there was something odd about this group of zombies. It was up to them to decide how to continue this race of a dungeon.

Many eyes watched them, their journey seemed in tune. As the presence of the world. Seemingly this tale was one where cooperation could exist.

DM Notes: Crowd of 30 Charred Zombies, sitting in the way of the path to the canyon.

Charred Zombies:
Enemy Name: Charred Zombies x30
Enemy Tier: C-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: C-tier
Description: A zombie with an intense heat burning out of its body. It barely moves as slow speeds unless angered in which then it moves as fast as a dog. Deals C-tier fire damage with basic attacks.
Abilities:

  • Burning Breath: The charred zombie shoots forwards a 1.5 long and .5m wide stream of fire which does C-tier damage.

  • Chomp: The zombie bites down on the target doing C-tier damage and leaving an excruciatingly painful wound.

  • Stampede All the zombies run forward in a chate stampeding 15m before stopping.


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Lestacia ran as fast as she could finally catching up to Adrastos who was on Horseback. He seemed to have stopped. The girl Huffed and heaved. "WOW! I'm out of shape!" She thought to herself trying to catch what little breath she had in the first place. After taking in a deep breath she immediately almost threw due to the surrounding smell. It reeked of death. The Putrid aroma wafting through the Air like as if there were a group of rotting carcasses just lying in the way! As the Mage looked up she was indeed met with quite the sight. The reason Adrastos had stopped. There were a bunch of Rotting Corpses in the way.

They we burning which made it worse. The woman felt pity for the creatures as they groaned and moaned, she assumed in agony. They looked like they were at least! As if drawn by some higher purpose she wanted to help these poor souls. "We'll have to get through them if we want to get further towards the canyon." She'd say to Adrastos appearing at his side. "If they wanted to attack us I think they'd have done it already. I'd at least like to try talking to them. If that doesn't work worst that would happen is i'd have a quick and painless death." She'd say with a sarcastic sigh. After taking a deep breath she approached the group of charred Zombies. "We wish not for any trouble. We only wish for safe passage through to the canyon." She really didn't know if speaking to the Zombies would even work but it wouldn't hurt to try.


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Adrastos halted upon reaching the mouth of the canyon. The figures the saw from far away were now right in front of him: burning corpses shuffling about as they clutched their chests and moaned in agony. He couldn’t tell if these were real people that had entered the dungeon before them or just monstrosities conjured by the Djinn. They couldn’t have been real people, once someone died, their rukh would merge with the Great Flow. Every magician knew that, or at least that’s what Adrastos learned from his previous master. These people were just shadows of what remained. Echoes.

Part of him wanted to just smite them all down, not out of pity, but just to get them out of his sight. His hands clenched the reigns. Fighting them would just waste precious time and magoi. Before he could really decide, Lestacia caught up to him. She was, in some sense, the voice of reason, but he could see the sorrow in her eyes. He felt the pity she held for the creatures before them. Adrastos frowned to himself and closed his eyes. The Dark King listened to the young magician’s words, only to find his eyes snap open when she mentioned her death.

Adrastos growled, “Stupid girl… You think I’d allow you to die that easily?” He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up onto his mount so she sat behind him. “There’s something off about this whole place… Dantalion pales in comparison… Look at them. I know a corpse when I see one, and I know how rukh works. When you die, your rukh doesn’t just linger in the body, it goes back into the flow. That should be common knowledge even to you. Whatever these things are… I can’t believe they’re real. Why pity them? ” The magician clenched his teeth. “If the Djinn of this dungeon somehow managed to trap their rukh here in their charred forms, then I would only feel anger toward the Djinn.” The magician chuckled. Hades, now sitting on the head of Sahara, looked back at Adrastos in slight surprise. “Of course, I also applaud the Djinn for achieving such a feat… It’s to be expected. You aren’t bound by the chains of fate; you are one of Fate’s strings. You don’t follow the rules; you make them and we’re just your little play things to entertain you!”

“Adr-” Hades gulped, “Neo, calm down…”

The Dark King raised a brow at his companion. His cold eyes were daggers to the cat, who curled up into a ball. He returned his gaze to the mob. “The girl is right. We desire safe passage. Besides, your salvation will not be achieved by us showing pity or me slaying you as if you were some disease. You’re already dead. You can only be saved once this dungeon is captured, and by delaying us, you may very well be delaying the only people capable of saving whatever is left of you.”

He looked back at Lestacia with cold eyes. “You’re not allowed to die so easily, do you understand me? You will stay close to me.”

Adrastos didn’t wait for an answer from her as he flicked the reigns. He would slowly move forward with Lestacia sitting behind him as he watched for any signs of attack from the mob.
WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 480/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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As they met the mob of enemies they would see they kept their eyes following on the pair. Watching their every moment. When they approached the would simply move, or let themselves be bumped out of the way as they moved. They seemed to not care that there were any intruders in their way. They just lived in pain, yet there seemed to be a perk up in their expressions as the other magician would choose to speak to the Zombies, changing their path of travel at that moment. The world, the atmosphere felt splitting, tenser at that moment but the world was still whole.


Their moans formed into a song of their words as they would all have their eyes centered on Lestacia. The sound of their hollow voices reverberating in a weird echo of their dissonant harmony.  

"HELP US! We are in so much pain, all we want is just one moment of piece. Our souls are on fire and our bodies burned. You may pass nonetheless, just if you have any help to spare please do."

Their burning eyes and mouths moved and radiated like they were still alive. With no trace of a humanity, they stared into them with a burning soul. The zombies choosing to keep their eyes on the pair as they moved. Heat hung hover over them like a living veil trying to inflict misery upon them. Danger lurked all around in the dungeon, whether or not the female magician or even Adrastos who would hear their pleas, yet they would sound slightly muted to him for some reason. They had the moment to move on, the canyon was in sight after all.

The swelting sulfuric wasteland would seem more offensive, more sense violating. The intense smell of the dead, of the burning heat, exuded from the canyon. It was clear that there was something down there, something stronger than these zombies that just lingered around. The sound of the dungeon was dying down, only the crackling of the heat and their own footsteps would float up to their ears. As their eyes would see their first destination they would feel eyes stab at them harder with no clear source. The world of Gamigan was tensing up on them. No matter what they did to the zombies it was clear there was a reason they all stood out in the open.


DM Notes: Mouth of the canyon is 10m away. as of your next post.
Charred Zombies:
Enemy Name: Charred Zombies x30
Enemy Tier: C-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: C-tier
Description: A zombie with an intense heat burning out of its body. It barely moves as slow speeds unless angered in which then it moves as fast as a dog. Deals C-tier fire damage with basic attacks.
Abilities:

  • Burning Breath: The charred zombie shoots forwards a 1.5 long and .5m wide stream of fire which does C-tier damage.

  • Chomp: The zombie bites down on the target doing C-tier damage and leaving an excruciatingly painful wound.

  • Stampede All the zombies run forward in a chate stampeding 15m before stopping.


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Now to heal them or not was a dilemma to Lestacia. She didn't know if healing the would do them any good. If anything because they were un-dead it Might make it worse. She didn't know exactly what to do. She didn't know whether to risk hurting them even more or just leaving them be and providing them with the Health. How do you heal something that's already dead. Lestacia Pondered this thought.

"You see I would heal you. But because of the way my magic works, I don't know what Kind of Effect it would have on you guys. If I heal you, I might end up hurting you and I don't want to do that. I REALLY don't want to do that, but even then how do you heal something that is already dead? The Only Magic I know that can help is Life Magic and even that is iffy because of it's properties. As Adrastos said It'll be best if we defeat the dungeon and provide your moment of piece then. But why not come with us and aide us in our endeavor. It'll bring the peace you're looking for so much faster." Lestacia's Objective was to gain the crowds help to make their trip through the dungeon easier. The Charred Zombies had numbers which amounted to a lot when calculating damage. "I promise if you help us get to the next area You'll be SO much closer to having your pain eased than us risking giving you more pain here and now. Lestacia would say Atop the horse holding onto Adrastos from behind. She remembered this broad shoulders. His visage. He was so strong, but there something off about him that she couldn't trust. But She couldn't stay away from the man. Was it his smile? No! It surely wasn't sexual attraction! What was it then...

She paid this no mind as she Prepared to move foreword with Adrastos. "Well I'm ready when you are."


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The Shadow King
Hades sniffed the air and buried his face into Adrastos’ discarded shirt and coat. “This air burns,” he whined. “If I had known this place would be so vile, I wouldn’t have come here.” The magician rolled his eyes at his feline companion. “If you knew? Please… You’re curious by nature, so don’t lie to me.” Hades laughed, knowing his new master was correct. Unlike Hades, Adrastos wasn’t all too bothered by death. He was an undertaker and doctor, a person surrounded by cadavers or those soon to be dead. The heat was brutal and the air set fire to his lungs with every intake of breath, but he considered this to be a nuisance that would persist until the next room or his own demise. Nothing could be done. Any effort to refute such truth would just be a waste of time and energy. Plus, there were bigger concerns.

Apart from the mob of walking barbecued bodies, there was something else in the area. The stare from earlier increased in intensity, as well as the pressure around the magician’s body (he doubted it was from Lestacia holding onto him). The creatures around Adrastos seemed to moan, but their cries were muffled as if he stuffed cotton in his own ears. Adjusting his glasses, Adrastos surveyed the area while the two magicians continued on their path through the canyon on Sahara.

“Look at them standing in the open,”
a voice hissed inside his brain. “You should have just killed them… They’re in the way.”

“And waste all that time and energy as the other competitors get farther ahead? I don’t know the entire situation and slaughtering anyone that’s already dead is just pointless,” he grumbled under his breath. Though Adrastos didn’t want to admit it aloud, he still clung to the tiniest scrap of humanity he had left. Well, to be more accurate, it clung to him. He wasn’t sure if there were three people inside of him, instead of the initial two: Neo Mortem, Adrastos Thanatos, and him. However, Neo Mortem and Adrastos Thanatos were the same people. Two sides of the same coin. Adrastos shook his head. The time to dwell on such thoughts was not now, and sooner or later, that person would disappear. Forever. There were other pressing concerns such as the dungeon and its dangers.

There had to be a reason why all these people were in the open. Something tugged at the magician’s gut, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Adrastos remained vigilant as they made their way through the crowd, toward the mouth of the canyon just ahead.

WORD COUNT: xxxx/xxxx
MAGOI: 480/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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As the pair chose to move past the agonizing undead they would closer towards the mouth of the canyon. Trekking through the fiery underworld they would see the depths of the canyon. Darkness exuded from it, along with the power of Gamigan. It would become evident that's where the group was supposed to for certain now. The power pulled them in but it would also pause them for a brief moment. The putrid smell of the undead was stronger, it made the atmosphere feel thicker to them.

There was also the fact that power lurked somewhere in the air, it was circling but staying around the travelers. It never lowered yet it was consistently present. It was unsettling yet despite this they would have the opportunity to tread further down the dungeon. The painstaking voices of the zombies lingered, finding itself in their ears before they would hear it faint while going deeper into the dungeon.

It was slightly cooler in the canyon, heat rose after all. It was by no means pleasant for them though, the heat was still unbearable and the stench of the undead clung to them. The horrific stench would be on them like a cloak. There were other noticeable things in the side of the canyon, there were remnants of a previous civilization. There were markings, they were from the Alma Torran. Adrastos would find them familiar, he had seen markings like these in Dantalion. He wouldn't be able to read them, but he would notice the pattern of these words appearing in dungeons.

They had time to talk, to get to know one another as they progressed in the dungeon. While death was a looming threat the chance to communicate was important. The world would feel slightly off to them, yet they were in the same reality.

Dm Notes: 70m from the bottom of the canyon.

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“I never imagined I’d enter a dungeon that was hotter than Dantalion,” Adrastos said as he wiped sweat from his brow. The magician doubted he’d ever get over the fact a place worse than the dungeon in Balbadd. Thankfully, as they descended into the canyon, the heat slightly decreased. The sulfuric fumes and heavy atmosphere still crushed and burned his lungs though. On the sides of the canyon, there were ruined buildings. Adrastos remembered seeing structures in Dantalion as well, but he couldn’t remember if they were exactly the same as these. These felt more foreboding.

“The writing reminds me of Dantalion…” Adrastos wondered if the dungeons were connected somehow. Each dungeon had a djinn that oversaw it, each dungeon was themed depending on the magic, and each one had the same writing. Though he only went inside two, including the current dungeon, he suspected there was a pattern. Perhaps he should learn what this language was… “Can you read this language, Lestacia?”

The Dark King didn’t think she knew, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Her usefulness was wearing thin despite the journey just starting. He wondered if her soft heart would get in the way when things needed to get done. Talking would not always be the solution; sometimes the elimination of the enemy was the only option. Sometimes blood just needed to be spilled, or in this dungeon’s case, the corpses needed to be incinerated.

Wiping more sweat from his face, Adrastos wondered why he even bothered with this dungeon. He told the True Emperor he’d enter, sure, but why did he have to commit? Was it for the power? The Djinn? He doubted the djinn would even choose him considering he was black rukh and in possession of a dark metal vessel. So why did he endure this? Was he just a twisted man with a hunger for suffering? Even his own? Adrastos couldn’t tell, but something had pulled him to this dungeon. Even at the gate, something called to him. Perhaps he’d get some answers to whatever his subconscious asked. The more he thought about his own reasoning for entering Gamigan, the more he wondered about Lestacia. “Why did you come to this hell? You don’t seem to be the fighting type in search of destructive power.”

WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 480/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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As the pair ventured further there wouldn't be much conversation. The dark and brooding Adrastos would try to start a conversation with the young girl. It was a rather one-sided though, as Lestacia didn't say a single word. It was odd how the female magician would just sit on the back of the dark king's mount yet not move or speak. Despite this oddity, they would move down deeper in the dungeon. Coming closer with the rows of death that were in waiting for them.

The stench of death would curl around and spiral up to their nostrils as enemies would be approaching from all directions. They would appear in a moment, there would be no moment of preparation. When they were only 30m away from their goal and moving they were sensed, then popping up from the ground and the side of the wall instantly. They would surround the pair in a triangular shape, they had entered their territory but it was yet to be seen if they were violent.


Fifteen skeletal warriors had just appeared from the dungeon, now surrounding them instantly they showed their intentions to the group.

It was strikingly obvious there would be no peace from this skeletal police force. Only combat would allow them further in the dungeon. There was a moment to discuss, or make a decision for the forced together pair.

The triangle would stand 3m away from the mounted magicians. Holding up a Linking Block in order to stay wary. They let out angry snarls, with cracking and snapping maws these undead assailants were very wary of whatever they may attempt. Their armor was odd and foreign, nothing they had ever seen. It seemed reminiscent to the clothes of Balbadd but far different, older even. However, the skeletons couldn't understand human speech. This was their advantage in this encounter.

Dm Notes: fifteen skeletons 3m away from group, 5 behind, 5 right connecting to 5 on the left form a triangle around the pair. All using linking block.

40m away from door and getting closer


Skeleton Solidiers:


Enemy Name: Skeleton Soldiers x15
Enemy Tier: B
Damage Required to Defeat: B
Description: Tall skeletal soldiers from a far-off land that have been for who knows how long. They carry swords and shields. Capable of doing and protecting up to B-tier damage.
Abilities:

  • Linking Block: The skeleton puts up their shield to block up to B-tier damage. If there are other skeletons by their shields link if 5 or more lock shields they become unmovable until their guard is broken.


  • Bloodcurdling Scream: The skeletons scream creating a 3m wide and 3m tall field of a scream which interrupts basic actions and weaker abilities, it also applies disorientation for 3 posts

  • Skeleton Shuffle: The skeletons charge forward 5m spinning around with a sword in hand, this deals B-tier damage to whatever gets caught in their path of destruction.
   



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Receiving only silence from his temporary companion made no difference to Adrastos in the end. He continued to guide his mount forward in silence, contemplating the purpose of the dungeon and what the djinn wanted from them. There wasn’t much to go off of after facing just one encounter. Dantalion was odd: her choice ended up being the one who could handle their fear the best, but there were no signs of that in the her dungeon as far as he recalled. Of course, that could have just meant that the djinn’s desires were elusive until the chamber. That put Adrastos in an unfavorable position: he had no idea how the djinn would react to him being dark rukh and the owner of a dark metal vessel. He’d probably be called a fake, a sham. Adrastos gripped the reigns tightly in anger. Even if his vessel was man made, he’d prove it could be on par or even superior to the original. If his vessel was imperfect, he’d make it perfect. No matter the cost.

There was no more time to ponder though as Adrastos and Lestacia became instantly surrounded. How they suddenly appeared, Adrastos couldn’t tell. They couldn’t have simply walked up to them or else the magician would have spotted them. They didn’t emerge from the ground or fall from the sky. For a moment, these skeletons appeared to be non-hostile, but that moment lasted as quickly as a flame being snuffed when they raised their shields. The dark king observed the enemy, all fifteen of them, with scrutiny. “Those clothes… They remind me of the armor from Balbadd. They’re still different, ancient even, tho the similarities are there…” Adrastos didn’t know what to make of the clothing these skeletons wore, and he couldn’t exactly ask. Unlike the previous batch of undead, these didn’t seem interested in speaking or capable of understanding.

Adrastos could leave Lestacia behind using his newly acquired sword, but that meant leaving most of his equipment behind too. He doubted these creatures could fly or move fast, not with their shields linked together as they were. “I’m not sure how much combat experience you have, or if you have any offensive capabilities, but back me up and I’ll do the same for you.” The dark king unsheathed his wand and Niut. “If they remain locked together, I can’t imagine they move very well. Stay vigilant regardless. Now then, do you want to be the decoy, little mouse, or shall I? Or do you have a plan of action?”

Adrastos would hear what Lestacia had to say first, if anything, though sooner or later he'd take charge. He was testing her competence in a fight and whether or not she'd be compliant with his orders if he gave them.

WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 480/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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Lestacia looked upon their situation and simply sighed. She would simply have to help them get out of this. She could see Adrastos weighing his options and look towards the horse and then to the goal. She could tell what he was thinking. Leave the horse behind and fly with her to the goal. That was an option, however his items were on the horse. He turned to Lestacia to ask for her input. "I don't truly have any spells offensive in nature, My spells are made to help or hamper in nature. However I do have one plan of action." Lestacia would channel Magoi within her staff and stab it into the ground. The spell was a stronger version than usual so she made it powerful enough to get by. "I'll get us through this with my Seedling Transport. If I'm on something the seed would have to compensate for the things near my that I'm currently riding." As her staff was stabbed into the ground Life Magic Sprung forth and casted a brown shell around the party and quickly burrowed itself underground. She had spotted her Destination before hand and was ready to sprout soon.

"I can't cast spells like this until we sprout but you however can. If you need to prepare yourself do so now and I'll make you into a one man army if needed. After all one of my spells helped a man blow up a mountain after all. I mean that is if you still want to fight them. I have put us right beneath our destination."

She'd smile at her master hoping to get some sort of recognition from him. Even if he was a little impressed it would mean a lot to her. He did help her with her magic in the past after all.

Spells and Magoi:

Seedling Transport *Scaled to A-Tier*
Tier: D-Tier
Class: Magician
Type: Supplementary
Range: Self
Requirements/Drawbacks: Lestacia cannot cast spells when in the seedling. However any spells still in effect will be in effect for the duration.
Scaling: Distance Traveled: Distance is increased by 10 Meters for every 5 Magoi expended.
Sustain: -
Cool Down: 1
Cost: 10 Magoi | 5 Magoi
Description:

The caster of this spell stabs their staff into the ground and a seed sprouts around them. It then burrows into the ground. While in the ground the seed will travel 10 meters away from the initial location and sprout up on the second post.


Magoi: 305/320



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The skeletons would rattle their bones at the two as they stood there. Their bony faces showed anger somehow. There was no skin to show expression yet their emotions exuded like a perfume. Confusion would quickly fill the skeletons thoughts as the female magician tapped her staff against the ground. They began to raise their swords to prepare to strike. Before they could unleash their undead fury on the two invading magicians they slipped away. A seed of hope shined for them as they started to zip up from the ground.

As they tunneled the stench of death would be worse, despite being covered the heat would pierce through. The rough and rumbling of tearing through the earth would be unpleasant but at least they had managed to slip out of the fingertips of trouble.

They found themselves at the mouth of the door within a snap. As they would find themselves unearthing they would be safe from the attacks of the skeletons who were starting to stampede their way to the traveling pair. They avoided combat, now ready to face the next room. Before they would have the chance too there were spectators nearby. One ready to strike and one right near the group. Before them, only a few feet away from landing after leaping the side of the canyon walls was a man who sneaked through. His red hair and stocky frame would show his imposing presence, seemingly strong the only noticeable weapon he had was a bow.





The gruff fanalis would look at the pair as he landed, Ayakashi was a bit surprised. He wasn't expecting to run into others in this hellscape. Before entering it was obvious that there were going to be plenty of others entering. He hadn't seen anyone else yet either, most of his dungeon experience was rather lonely despite the skeletons. Unsure of how to react he began to move forward calmy ready to introduce himself. Before any action could happen the second watcher had made themselves known.

A flaming inferno crashed into the ground, a massive ball of fire zipped down from the sky. As it approached and eventually impacted the ground it's immediate surroundings instantly started to melt. The rock turning molten as waves of flame began to wash over, the hues of orange and yellow would flash in their eyes.


A young boy would appear before them. His body was small and red, yet a strong yellow flame pulsated from his body. Soon he began to walk forward, with an intense playful gaze of sadistic anger. A Burning Radiance came forth from him.


As he moved forward closer, being only 20m away from the group and the gate the flaming figure grew. His body started to warp into that of a burning beast. More flames began to grow and produce from his body in a Swelling Inferno. As he grew his anger grew as well.

A loud and booming voice resonated out as he commanded "YOU SHALL BE FORGED!!" He would send out a Forging Infero He was here to end them. There would be no survival.

Dm notes: Infront of the gate, wraith is 20m away using forging inferno.

Fire Wraith:
Enemy Name: Fire Wraith
Enemy Tier: A
Damage Required to Defeat: A-tier x3
Description: A spirit lost within the first room of Gamigan, with intent contempt this spirit protects and tests those who enter the dungeon. It's touch burning doing a-tier damage and moving through the air like a falcon flies. This burning beast is not to be messed with.
Abilities:

  • Burning Radiance: From the deep within it's flame the fire wraith produces a burning heat from their heat spreading out 8m from their skin. This does A-tier damage and also melts all solid things, protecting the user from damage. After taking 2 A-tiers worth of damage permanently deactivates.

  • Swelling Inferno: The fire wraith produces an intense aura of heat from it's chest increasing to 20m tall, increasing the range of burning radiance from it's larger size. Also adds 5m to the range of all abilities.

  • Forging Inferno: The fire wraith creates a burning sphere of fire 30m in diameter from his body, this does intense A-tier damage melting and disintegrating the things it touches.


  • Forging Force: The fire wraith punches creating a crater 4x his size doing A-tier damage only to what he strikes, creating a burning column with does A-tier damage as well, the column is 2m wide and 7m tall. The force and gust from the firey punch knock everything not hit to the edge of the crater.


  • Fiery Possession: The flaming ghost permanently possesses and bounds with a body, doing A-tier damage to them both. Can only be used in the smaller form. Can posses things up to 20m away by turning to a stream of fire, the target needs at least B-tier damage on them.






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Adrastos was quite impressed at Lestacia’s ability to move them past the horde of undead. They slipped past them without having to fight and were placed right next to the gate, but the real threat of the room appeared twenty meters away. Right next to them was a fanalis male. The magician was surprised to see him, but not as much as seeing the monster make its entrance.

In a fiery pillar of yellow and orange, the surrounding area of impact was being melted. The colors danced vividly in Adrastos’ silver eyes, and almost burned to gaze upon the spectacle. A small boy emerged, but one gaze was enough to tell anyone he wasn’t some harmless kid. The magician recognized that sadistic glee in his nightmares, his dreams, or whenever he closed his eyes. He wore that same expression while standing over a mountain of corpses that continued to grow. However, the expression on the boy’s face also showed anger, a rage so intense that fit this room’s theme. The child stepped forward and began to grow. As his size expanded, so did his anger until he resembled an enraged demon of fire and brimstone.

At first, Adrastos wanted to fight the creature and test his new power, but there was a pull in his gut that suggested otherwise. Going at it blindly and with brute strength alone would not be enough to take it down and would likely get him killed. This was stronger than the horde he was about to face earlier, and something screamed danger. For the first time in this dungeon, the magician actually felt fear. It was a sickening emotion, but it kept him from lashing out.

“I don’t care what you two do,” the magician said as he took off his glasses, “but if you fight that thing, don’t expect me to help you," Adrastos said coldly as he stared down at the fanalis from his mount. "If you drag me to fight with you, don’t expect me to spare you.” Looking at Lestacia, he added with the same hostility, “Either of you.”

The dark king grabbed his wand and aimed at the attack the Fire Wraith launched. Speaking to the rukh, a mist spewed forth from the wand toward the heat wave as the magician quickly reached to touch the gate. The mist traveled ten meters and covered an area of eight meters wide, though its purpose was merely to slow down the approaching force. As his hand was placed on the gate, the dark magician turned to the others and with the same harshness as before said, “One way or the other, I’ll see the decision you make.”


WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 440/480
STAMINA: 200/200


* Scaled Adrustum Aura II for bigger size
Ability Used:
Adrustrum Aura II
Tier: B
Specialization: Magician
Type: Offensive
Range: Medium
Requirements/Drawbacks: Character must speak to the rukh
Scaling: AoE - The area of effect may increase by 5m for every 10 magoi/stamina that is invested.
Sustain: -
Cool Down: 3 Posts
Cost: 30/15 Magoi
Description:

    Using Ice Magic, the user commands the rukh to make a mist at the tip of the wand/staff which is controlled by the user and causes the air freeze in a 2m area, dropping the temperature of an area to below freezing. The mist can be moved within a 10 meter radius of the user. When any part of an opponent’s body is struck, they receive B-Tier frostbite damage on their skin.


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As the group bloomed back to the surface fiery red petals spat them out to the gate. She had done it they had gotten past un-scathed. However she paused as something crashed onto the ground behind them. Lestacia stood there stunned in awe and magnificence of the being before her. The child erupted into wild and angry flames. The heat was becoming almost as unbearable as the stench. Lestaacia looked to the fanalis next to them. "I suggest we do what he says if we want to live." Lestacia said looking to Adra. He could see the look of uncertainty as he gazed upon the being of fire that lay before them.

"Yeah I'm with you on this one. Don't want to be burned alive here." Lestacia said backing up towards the doorway. She would attempt to grab the fanalis boy's hand to plead with him. "Please come with us. I'd rather not see you perish here. It's not that I don't have faith in your ability it's that. I've never seen master here falter. And if he recommends we go, then I believe we should go." With that she'd touch her hand upon the doorway. "Come with me and I will keep you safe!" She'd say with a delicate smile.


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Amidst the confusion, a lot happened, the fanalis would take the hand of the young magician as the pair would attempt to move onto the next room. His hand would grip her tightly as fire would wash over his back burning him severely. Lestacia would be safe from the flames that had come their way, she would not be safe from the looks of anguish that were expressed on Ayakashi's face. While pain surged over him they would need to rush out of the room, the magician having the option to leave him behind now that he was injured. No matter what she would choose they would still make it onto the next room.

The intense heat and force of the crashing wraith almost shoving them through the door. As their bodies would touch the world around them would start to change. Their stomachs would float in their bodies, light blinding them while the burning heat was replaced with a creeping cold. Depending on their choice in that split second the two or three of them would find their way to the midway.




The blinding light would fade as they felt their skin thud and stick to the frozen floors. It felt like marble, like some sort of frozen over the ballroom. The intense light would fade, the icy floors reflected the room perfectly. It was a long hall, seemingly 300m long in length. It seemed like a dance hall or lounge room of a sort. It was an odd site, even more, odd there seemed to be some sort of protrusions or frozen over parts on the pillars near the end of the hall.

Windows on the side showed a snowy wasteland, flurries of frozen water whipped through the air. There was a trembling through the hall, something was outside, something was outside the room. It was obvious from the shaking that something was approaching. Upon closer inspection, the two magicians would be able to notice the moans outside, and the streaks of hands against the windows.

They moved onto another land of the dead, this one seemingly more intact than the last. It was uncertain what trials and tribulations existed here. They would find the moment to rest short lived however as the trembling turned to a heavy thud as the wall behind them began to shake. The icicles from above began to shake, a looming threat from above. There was also the cold, which would have frozen their noses by now stealing their ability to smell.

There was more than one reason to get a move on in this room. It would be a race to get to the end as things would pressure them to move. For whatever was trying to bust in was going to get in, the only difference was, did they want a headstart or not.

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Lestacia was able to grab onto Ayakashi's hand and drag him into the midway successfully. However she was too slow and the flames reached him faster than she could pull him. She cursed herself as the world shifted around them. The area twisted and turned and plopped them into a cold Hallway. Lestacia Looked upon Ayakashi he was hurt pretty bad. Lestacia couldn't just leave the man behind. She'd Make sure he was able to at least walk or run.

"BLESSING!" She'd shout out Channeling the Magoi through her staff. The man would soon find his wounds to be fully healed because of the woman. "Are you alright? Can you stand?" Lestacia would say kneeling down to check the man. He nose stung. The cold air nipped at her ears. She knew she couldn't just leave him here. "I healed your burn so you should be alright for the time being anyways." She'd say with a smile. Her smile was wiped away when she heard a loud thud that made the room shake. Her eyes went wide. She'd look to Adrastos a bit worried and then back to Ayakashi. It would happen again, shaking the icicles above them. It sounded as if something were trying to get in the room.

"We need to get a move on! I don't want to stay and figure out what that was exactly. I'm Lestacia By the way!" She'd say Gathering Herself and hopping on the horse. "As a Fanalis you should be fine to run. Keep up Okay! I'll be watching you carefully." Lestacia would look to Adrastos. "Let's get a move on I don't want to be near whatever that was." She was pretty afraid. She hoped her master held that same fear.

Magoi and Spells used:
Blessing *scaled to A tier*
Tier: D
Class: Magician
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Requirements/Drawbacks: Must chant "Blessing!"
Scaling:Heals 1 tier Higher
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 1 Posts
Cost: 10 Magoi
Description:

The caster twirls her staff in the air, commanding the Magoi to heal a target within a 5m radius for D-tier Damage instantly. A Green glow covers the target healing them for D-Tier Damage.

Magoi Left: 290/320


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The Dark King, once entering the next room, didn’t bother on waiting to venture forward. He shrugged on his coat, the only object he could wear to protect his flesh from the freezing cold of the room. He wasn’t going to heal the Fanalis, not in this circumstance. It would take too much time to heal normally with his doctor skills, and time was something they did not have the luxury of enjoying, even after escaping the previous hell. However, he question why Lestacia would waste magoi on an unknown entity whose worth was untested and loyalty was questionable.

Adrastos glared at Lestacia. “Do not tell me what to do,” he said, not taking kindly to the fact Lestacia told him to move, especially when he already started to before she said something. Clenching his fists around the reigns of his mount, he flicked them to usher his mount forward at full pace. Death was apparent here just as much as the burning inferno they left behind. The ghostly hands pressed against the windows and the moaning of the dead were chilling and yet strangely more comforting than the living company Adrastos kept.

“The fanalis will be fine keeping up with us, but you’ll slow us down on foot,” Adrastos said, scooping Lestacia back onto his mount. “However,” he added with a glance at the red-haired man, “if he can’t then that’s his own problem.” The Dark King wasn’t about to get distracted by having to take care of a second person, especially when he wasn’t too thrilled about keeping tabs on Lestacia to begin with.

Adrastos rode on Sahara with Lestacia behind him on the saddle. There was no time wasted between the entering the room and moving forward, even with the magician pulling the girl back onto the saddle. Time was of the essence, and they had to keep moving forward to put as much distance between them and whatever wanted to enter.
WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 450/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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As the pair would stand there, they would feel a heavy thudding began to fill the room. The swirling cold enveloped them more as the wall behind them burst open. The wind began to rush in, and with it was a face. The ice and wind began to take shape as it slowly formed into a face. The winds and the cold formed hair, with crystal ice eyes and skin of snow. Her face was calm, almost longing in someway. Despite that, her face seemed rather complacent, mundane. It was beautiful but there was a strange hum the creature.

As it moved in swiftly the wind and snow would envelop like a cloud behind her. She was one with the frozen outside. The Cold Winter's Night that followed her disintegrated the hall into ice whenever it touched someone. She would let out a moan and through her vibrating scream the rest of the room. As they woke up, so did the fanalis who was becoming more aware as he was healed by the female magician.

Terror would envelop his face, as he could see the ice decimate all that it touched. And soon the wraith would lock eyes onto him, staring into his body he froze. The archer would quickly feel his instincts take over as he got up to start moving, commanding out to his teammates "LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

His strong feet would crunch into the ground as the world around them started to turn into a chase. Combat would not be an option with the wraith only 5m behind, the fanalis 3m ahead of the pair. They had managed to avoid the fury of fire that the other wraith brought to the battlefield. However, the icy grasp to test and take was coming for them.

Dm Notes: Wraith 5m behind, Fanalis 3m ahead.


Ice Wraith:
Enemy Name: Ice Wraith
Enemy Tier: A-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: A x2
Description: A woman made of ice able to fly around through the air like tornado winds, lifting things as heavy as a an adult immuchak male when she gets within touching distance. Does A-tier damage when she touches someone in the form of freezing damage.
Abilities:

  • A Cold Winters night: Activates upon entering battle, a massive wall of frozen mist 100m wide, 100m long and 40m tall follows her and does A-tier damage to whatever it touches, turning it into ice. Abilities can be cast from the cloud, stays with her for up to 300m of movement.

  • Winter Kiss: Shoots a 4m in diameter ball of snow which travels 20m exploding and freezing a target for



[*]Sweeping Mist The ice wraith creates an icy mist from her arms. SHe then claps them together, freezing whatever they touch, once clapped an ice cloud double the length of the source and 1m wide for every meter doing A-tier damage in the force of small blades of ice.

[*]Icicle Shot:  The Ice wraith shoots forth an icicle which does A-tier damage, traveling up to 40m away the icicle is 3m long and 1m in diameter at the base, being 1cm wide at the point.

[*]Flash Freeze Freedom: The Ice wraith turns into a frozen fog, flowing into the body of someone with at least B-tier damage and up 40m away possesing their body and doing A-tier damage to them in the process.

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The Shadow King


Adrastos flicked the reigns of his mount when the Ice Wraith showed itself. She was a beautiful frost maiden, but an underlying danger was present much like the Fire Wraith. “Faster, Sahara. Come on,” he urged her to move as fast as it could. If he couldn’t outrun the Ice Wraith on his mount, he’d have to abandon it and use the magic carpet. However, doing that meant leaving behind some things he would need later and such a loss couldn’t be afforded.

The fanalis was ahead by three meters, leaving the Ice Wraith five meters behind the dark king and Lestacia. “Why did you have to heal him?” Adrastos spat, not daring to look back as his eyes stared into the back of the fanalis. “Some mighty race… He’s no lion; he’s just a mouse.” Of course, he has little room to talk as he was fleeing from the creature, but the fanalis were a proud and strong race. Most of the red-heads the magician met were brave and fearless, but this one? This one was an utter coward and offered little to no help other than screaming useless commands. “When I get my hands on him… I’ll skin him alive. I don’t care what it takes, but I don’t care for strangers ordering me around.”

Adrastos continued to flick the reigns of his mount, urging her to keep moving. Running was all he seemed to do in this dungeon. He didn’t fight when he could have, and he had no doubt that the djinn of this dungeon was laughing at him. Mocking him. The dark king clenched his fists. He was running just like he was running from Fate, the cruel and twisted ideology where one’s end was predetermined and accept whatever happened. “This damn dungeon… I’d send it to oblivion if I could…” he muttered under his breath.

WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 450/480
STAMINA: 200/200


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"Why did I have to heal him?" Lestacia would say repeating Adrastos. "1. because I wanted to. 2. Because if it were you i'd have done the same. and 3. I won't leave anyone I can save behind!" She said this with such passion. She was resolute in her drive. When she promised to herself, that she'd make sure to save people as long as she had the magoi available. As the Wraith made itself known it's icy form nipped at their backs. This was bad. Lestacia had no way to help anyone with this current situation. she was useless. "Guys I have no way of helping us here. No speed ups, no Shields, well... one shield.... but I'll be useless until we hit the gate.

“When I get my hands on him… I’ll skin him alive. I don’t care what it takes, but I don’t care for strangers ordering me around.”

She hear Adrastos say this and snicker. "You'll skin those weaker than you alive, but won't fight those equivalent to your own strength. Sounds a bit COWARDLY to me don't you think?" She expressed the word cowardly hoping to get a rise out of Adrastos. She knew of his strength. They had fought before. He could only have gotten stronger. "I mean all we've been doing is running so far. you've yet to face the challenges before you... Granted the fire wraith was easy to get around and not fighting was my idea, but still you hesitated." Lestacia held onto Adrastos tightly. "Do what you will with me later for speaking out of place. Punish me in his stead for all I care but let's just get through this! The next area couldn't be any worse off right?" Hopefully Lest wouldn't be jinxing them by saying that but she needed to let Adrastos know how cowardly he was being. She knew he had the power to cut down the being chasing them down he just wasn't and she couldn't understand why. "Master you're so strong..." Shed say hugging him tightly. "So please tell me why? Why is it you run?"


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As the trio began to traverse through the snowy hall they would hear the whispers of the dead. They rode in on the wind. The cold carried their laments and sorrows, their regrets. It felt like less of a test and more of just a pure challenge or possible something to poke at them. It would linger in the air, going after each one of them. Reminding them of them of simple sorrows or sometimes ones that were intense. Adrastos, Ayakashi, and Lestacia would each feel the ghosts prodding at them in their own ways. While they battle with the thoughts of the dead, the dead behind them would begin to battle.

The melancholic face of the ice wraith puckered it's lips, blowing three kisses. As the wraith acted her kisses rolled forth into wispy air as they were Winter's Kisses. The kisses rolled forth forming into a snowball that would sore forth towards each one of them. The Wraith still only trailed 5m behind them all, the fanalis barely keeping his lead on his allies, his movements were odd. It attracted her, she began to inspect as she had hoped her attack would freeze him.

Shards of ice flew forward from the cloud of ice that violently danced across the hall behind them. The cloud that followed behind their ghostly pursuer destroyed the dungeon room. There was no return or at least no way back that could be seen. The cold that seeped in from the wasteland made the air solid. It froze all that dared to enter its wasteland. Only the dead were capable of surviving in this room of Gamigan. The danger was a curtain for this room as a power beckoned them forward. Something was looming in the air.

They could tell something was building up within the room, like an invisible aura. Along with that, it was clear that even more struggle was ahead as the dead started to break into the hall. More foes waited, the patient dead just waiting to strike. The magician would feel all most comfortable with the situation, not emotionally but it was familiar. Something about this danger felt familiar, bringing up thoughts of his life. Whether or not he actually had any there was an odd feeling that it would poke at for him. The Misguided young Lest would also find herself confused in the combat. The room reached into her, grasping at her regrets, her longings.

All unaware of how each other was being poked and prodded they had progressed. Now there were only 250 meters ahead of them in the midway. With their speed enemies would be upon them once they had the chance to respond to the wraith. How would they choose to react to themselves and this trial?

DM notes: Wraith 5m Behind, Sent a winters kiss to each of you. Ayakashi will respond in next proxy post. 250m ahead left in the long hallway.

Ice Wraith:
Enemy Name: Ice Wraith
Enemy Tier: A-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: A x2
Description: A woman made of ice able to fly around through the air like tornado winds, lifting things as heavy as a an adult immuchak male when she gets within touching distance. Does A-tier damage when she touches someone in the form of freezing damage.
Abilities:

  • A Cold Winters night: Activates upon entering battle, a massive wall of frozen mist 100m wide, 100m long and 40m tall follows her and does A-tier damage to whatever it touches, turning it into ice. Abilities can be cast from the cloud, stays with her for up to 300m of movement.

  • Winter Kiss: Shoots a 4m in diameter ball of snow which travels 20m exploding and freezing a target for



[*]Sweeping Mist The ice wraith creates an icy mist from her arms. SHe then claps them together, freezing whatever they touch, once clapped an ice cloud double the length of the source and 1m wide for every meter doing A-tier damage in the force of small blades of ice.

[*]Icicle Shot:  The Ice wraith shoots forth an icicle which does A-tier damage, traveling up to 40m away the icicle is 3m long and 1m in diameter at the base, being 1cm wide at the point.

[*]Flash Freeze Freedom: The Ice wraith turns into a frozen fog, flowing into the body of someone with at least B-tier damage and up 40m away possesing their body and doing A-tier damage to them in the process.

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The Shadow King

 
Adrastos smirked. He knew she was trying to play mind games with him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit surprised, but Lestacia was being too dry. Her words didn’t resonate with him, and neither did he react when he was called a coward. She wouldn’t win against him, and she certainly wasn’t going to coerce him in attacking the wraith. Lestacia had much to learn from her master whom she’d been apart from sor so long. The Dark King didn’t need to explain himself to Lestacia. The only one who needed any explanation for his action would be the djinn of the dungeon. Assuming the djinn would care.

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Adrastos chided. “The further we get into the dungeon, the more difficult the challenges are. The third room is the necropolis, a ghost town of an ancient city. In Dantalion, we were chased by a sandstorm,” the dark king pointed back at the ice wraith with his thumb. “Much like how we are being chased by this wraith. If we stop for even a second, we will die. She won’t stop.” Adrastos continued to flick the reigns of his mount to usher her forward. “If we are being chased now, then we have a bigger challenge in the next room. Not only others in the dungeon, but the dungeon’s dangers as well.” He’d rather save the energy for then instead of wasting it when it could be avoided. That wasn’t being a coward, that was being thoughtful. During his battle with the Kou general, he was a bit worried about using too much energy too quickly. He’d make sure to not make that same mistake, but hopefully be more productive than the Shrouded Isle. Adrastos had learned so much during his travels and experiences. He wasn’t going to throw it all away because some girl wanted to play a losing game.

Suddenly the sound of something rolling, like an avalanche, caught Adrastos’ attention. Turning his head, he looked back to witness three giant four meter-wide snowballs rolling toward them. He cursed, looking ahead. At the end of the hall, he saw figures waiting there. Another curse slipped past his lips. “We’re going to get sandwiched…” The more he thought about it, the more Adrastos felt the similarity between this and Dantalion’s necropolis. However, there was no mysterious person to save them from the chasing storm. There was just him, Lestacia, and this Fanalis. Reminded of their newfound partner, Adrastos noticed how the man wasn’t keeping his lead like before. He narrowed his eyes, wondering what was wrong, but there was more pressing concerns.

The dark king moved Lest’s hands to grab hold of the reigns as he carefully turned around on the saddle. Now facing her, his fingers trailed the young magician’s cheek, though he could feel no warmth; their bodies were cold and his fingers were numb. Their faces were near each other, though he had to look down to actually look into Lest’s hazel eyes. For an unknown reason, Adrastos smirked as he grabbed his wand and leaned in, placing his lips near her ear while his silver eyes focused on the snowballs and wraith chasing them. “Just remember what you said to me,” he whispered, his voice still silky smooth and almost hypnotic in its tone despite the cold. “I’ll be collecting.”

Then, as he pulled away, he flicked his wand forward at the wraith’s direction. Commanding the rukh, he turned the frozen water on the ground into his weapon, changing the state of the matter into a liquid form to produce high-pressured water cyclones. However, Adrastos knew of their weakened state before casting the spell, so he issued a new command to the rukh: multiply. He created thirty-two water cyclones to clash with the snowballs, with at least eight cyclones hitting each of them. The extra eight cyclones would no doubt go beyond that and hit the wraith, but the magician wasn’t going to expect too much. There was the possibility of the wraith getting hit as she’d be unable to see or predict the other cyclones exact target, but there was the equal possibility of her deflecting it somehow.

There was an odd sensation building up within his chest. The dark magician couldn’t quite place what it was, but he felt it nonetheless. Something poked him, prodded him. What was it? Being unable to place the feeling, Adrastos shoved it to the back of his mind. He needed to focus on the wraith and the foes ahead. Hopefully he could take care of both when the time was right.

WORD COUNT: xxx/xxx
MAGOI: 390/480
STAMINA: 200/200



COMBAT LOG

Adrastos responds to the Wraith's Winter Kiss (x3) with Aqua Cyclonus, which was scaled three times. Instead of four cyclones, there are thirty-two. Eight cylcones will hit each of the snowballs (24), clashing with them perfectly, leaving eight more to hit the Wraith. Adrastos has spent 30 magoi to cast Aqua Cyclonus, and 30 more to scale three times, costing a total of 60 magoi. Being that the front enemies are too far to do anything about, and pose no threat in this post, they are of course, ignored for now.

Abilities Used:

Aqua Cyclonus
Tier: B
Specialization: Magician
Type: Offensive
Range: Medium
Requirements/Drawbacks: Character must speak to the rukh and water must be on the ground. User must remain still while controlling the cyclones.
Scaling: Hits - The number of hits or projectiles will double for every 10 magoi/stamina that is invested.
Sustain: -
Cool Down: 3 Posts
Cost: 30/15 Magoi
Description:

    The user creates several swirling high-pressured cyclones exactly 1m in diameter and 5m tall. The cyclones can be controlled freely within a 10 radius of the caster. This spell consists of 4 cyclones, each dealing D-Tier damage if struck.


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