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Prelude to the Music [Ipos/The Main Hall]

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Silva Kaida
Shishi
Noir Ecryola
Ghost
Solomon's Proxy
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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

In a sickening flash of light, Ghost, Eight, and Noir had found themselves ripped from their place in time and space and sucked into a nauseating world. It would be almost impossible for them to describe the feeling, but the easiest comparable thing would be like having your soul blended and reconstructed. Within moments of this loss of sensation, they would suddenly find their sense overloaded. At first, everything would be bright and their ears would ring, but soon enough the three of them would find out where they were as their sight and hearing came back to them.

The first thing they would hear, feel, and see was water trickling over rocks and their feet as they were standing in a small creek within a cave. With their senses still disoriented they would have some trouble finding their feet, but they would be able to grasp more of where they were exactly. It seemed they were at the very back of a cave as the water pooled under them draining slowly into a very tiny hole into the earth below.

There was a dim light emanating from the only tunnel that they could see and it was just bright enough to give them a little sight, but not bright enough to see what else was down it. They had landed close to one another and would be able to see one another clearly, but it would be difficult for them to see what else was in the cave that wasn't around them or the tunnel. Water dripped from the ceiling waiting only on the three of them to decide what they were going to do from here on.

In the background of the cave and maybe it was only in their head, but for a brief moment as their sense of whereabout was returning a song played for a few seconds. Different from the song they had heard before entering this one wasn't melancholic but instead sound rousing. Though before they were given the chance to enjoy its melodies it was replaced by silence.

Ghost

Ghost
A-Tier
A-Tier

Ghost would be completely still as he waited on and on. His feet still in his shoes. Which was not water proof at all. Now all wet how great he would think to himself. Looking on he could hear what seems to be a song. A light so bright would be displayed. But the water it was the water for him. Water and on top of that now it was dark mostly dark for him. He wanted to move but it was either the water or his feet felt as if they was not there from time to time. How odd was that feeling for him. Looking on to the left of him he could see two others with him. They was not with him when he came inside of the tower. Ghost would look on at both of them. Both seem to be a threat to his claim to fame. But he would not let them scare him off.

Looking on he would start to hear another song. This one seem more friendly then the last. But just like a snow flake in the sun it disappeared far too soon. Looking on at the dim light ahead of him. He would start humming the song he heard just now. As he started to walk towards it. His journey has only began in his first tower of power.

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Name: Stave Of The Storm
Tier: D
Material: metal and gold
Appearance: The stave is odd looking to say the least. As at first glace it would appear to be a sword. However that is only to fool the fools. As the Sword is truly a stave. With its hilt being ten inches long and 25.4 in centimeters. With the side handles being five inches each in 12.7 centimeters. The blade itself would be a mighty four feet long in 121.92 centimeters and would be five inches thick and 12.7 centimeters. Making it the idea cutting stave. The color of the sword looking stave becomes muti colors of blue. Depending on the emotions of the wind he is around. It also have gold out lines within it and gives off a light aura. Althought the stave  can not truly cut things on its own using his wind magic is the main goal of it.



Items

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Name: Witch's Bottle
Tier: D
Type: Magic Item
Magic Type: Plague
Appearance: A 10cm tall bottle made of tough glass and a magic circle in the inside of the bottom of the bottle that glows green when the bottle is fed magoi.
Function:

    Plague Plume -  Upon feeding magoi to the bottle, a green liquid will begin to fill from the bottle. The green liquid will suddenly then bubble away into a plume of gas that will shoot out of the bottle and travel up to 5m away in a 1m wide and 1m tall line. Anyone who breaths in the gas will suffer vomiting and cramps for three posts.



Spoiler:

1× shard of solomom




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Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

It was the same feeling again, every single time she went into the dungeon she would experience the same feeling over and over again. Her head felt like it was being knocked, the stinging pain was bearable but enough to send a different kind of pain to her stomach. Luckily she never felt sick after that and went  as far as throwing up, but the time spent for her to recover from the disorientation was crucial.  The girl would grab her arm with her other hand, giving a little pinch to wake her up and to get her head ready for what was coming for her in the dungeon.

"Is everyone alright?" The magician would look around and asked the others, noticing there was a stranger who was not in the part of the group. But she remembered him, she gave him protection at the siege...however the way he looked at her at the moment? She didnt like it. So Noir would only give him a slight nod, not bothering to even greet him because she knew he saw them as a threat.

The golden eyed magician would start to look around though, noticing the water dripping and the shallow water pool  under her feet. Looking in front of her, there was a dim light coming from the tunnel but she couldn't see what else was there due to the lack of light. Then she heard a song that would only last for a second before silence began to creep again. There were not many theories she could make from the current situation, so Noir would just try to remember but she wouldn't make any conclusions for now.

"Mr. Eight, I will send several light balls to lighten up the area. Anything else you want to do at the moment?" The magician would swing her staff, fusing magoi and producing 5 light balls before sending it to the tunnel to let them see what was hidden by the dark. Shousui and Haku would stay still as they assess the situation for now.

Notes: bringing the items from the merchant as well (spyglassm, magnifying glass & hemp rope)


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Shishi

Shishi
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

Eight would feel the nausea hit him, stumbling around in the relative darkness on the craggy terrain, arms out for balance. He would reach for a moment to have any sort of sensation, only to be overwhelmed shortly after. His eyes clenched and hands over his ears from the shock.

Diana had it even worse thanks to her keen senses. The albino would puke right into the creek, as her vomit would mix with the creek water, slowly sinking into the hole in the ground.

Eight had already formed his first scheme of the dungeon. Besides wanting to make use of his wave roller, perhaps this would create a timer for future dungeon candidates by possibly creating a flood by corking this whole that the creek ran down. Eight would take a pair of his cicadas and crushing them in his grip, using their flint-like bodies to start plugging up the drain for the creek.

"We are fine, Noir." Eight would speak out to his partner, speaking for Diana as well who nodded weakly behind Eight, somehow looking even more pale than her typical albinism. Eight not having seen the young adult until now, wonder how he dared to just walk past him as if he had nothing to fear...? If opposing parties were seeking treasure, wouldn't the best solution simply be eliminating the target? Then he finally realized the one downside to having Noir around. A general pacifist, she would not be okay with Eight commiting unprovoked murder in her eyes. But still, this was a challenge he was going to win.

Eight would use his Ooze Magic to summon a pair of Spiderlings. Two eggs would form in his palms, kneeling down to set them on the ground Getting ready to have them chase down the third party after they hatch, but it would take some time. Only to recognize him from Tenza's raid on the plains, where Noir had saved his life. Not even a word of gratitude? Eight smirked, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to kill him after all.

"MissNoir." He spoke sweetly mocking her, "Great idea, and while you illuminate the area, lets have Diana lead us with her keen senses so we can get down the tunnel faster without missing anything important." The hunched over Diana who was slow to regain her composure from the nauseous experience would use Group Gravity Lift, raising herself, Eight Noir and Shousui into the air, increasing their rate of movement as well. Diana focusing on cavern walls as well as the music, which was silenced without a trace.




Magoi: 420/470

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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

For all those within the dungeon at the moment, barely a few seconds have passed since they have entered. Within that moment they found one another, lights were lit, and the most shaken attempted to move their team forward towards the only foreseeable exit. Within that moment before they could take in the area around them or travel very far things were quite different for all those who had just touched the gate on the outside. They were experiencing what felt like hours as they were disassembled and reassembled as the magic of the dungeon warped them through into the main hall.

Suddenly as the rest of them were all dropped into the dungeon they were followed with a deathly roar as what sounded like the final dying wail of a shrill beast singing its own requiem filled the room suddenly disorienting everyone who was already in the room again. This would cause Diana and her group to fall before they could move very far. Those who just entered would've heard the scream but it would not affect their already disoriented state very much more than they were already nauseated and difficult to move.

With the lights that Noir had made, there was no longer much darkness for the teams to conceal themselves in and suddenly a large group of people who couldn't move very well, and felt sick from either travel or the ominous deadly wail. The room was indeed a just a large cavern, but strangely enough at the top of the room, there were paintings, crude ones that would be hard to decipher from the ground due to being 20 meters up. Suddenly they weren't allowed much time to think however before another event happened.

From where Eight had plugged up the crack in the ground there was a slight rumble as the scream subsided and soon enough it grew louder before suddenly the crack opened up wider, but mysteriously enough the water underneath them would get a bit stronger and they would feel their feet and hands get wetter. At the opening that was now revealed to look like it was manmade with wooden supports around the edges of the largemouth, more water had begun rushing in. It wasn't threatening to them and neither was the hole but it was obvious that the area had changed without no obvious reason.

Post Details: You are all mildly nauseous at the moment, you can get up, speak, and see but movement beyond a few simple steps will be difficult.

The Dungeon participants are all gathered inside the dungeon now, in a dungeon time is very important and even more so in this one. With the post order continuing as before all of it will be considered Initiative in a sort of way. If you are higher above someone in the posting order your posts will be treated as if you started your actions just a few seconds apart. This will only be active during challenges and combat and applies to parts of proxy posts directed at you.

Ghost

Ghost
A-Tier
A-Tier

He could barely move as he tried to move again and again. He would wobble from left to right. As he was feeling dizzy he could not even tell more people came within the Tower Of Power and boy was he shocked to see it get brighter real quick. Ghost head was still spinning but he was coming too hopefully soon. As he could not tell what was going on besides the fact he was still alive and to him that was a good thing. Looking on he would stand up slowly. As he was trying to get back on his feet to which after a few minutes he did. But boy did it take more might then usual to do such a thing. This was all in vein as soom as he stood up. A loud roar would come about. Quickly he would put his hands over his ears.

As his heart started to beat fast. What was about to come at him and could he handle such a thing? Just what was this power of a tower he has put himself in? Ghost would soon kneel down as he but his bottom lips. He could not afford to show fear this time around. This would not be his undoing he would think to himself. Soon enough the water beneath him would move as if it got stronger. Ghost would remember that that scary looking doing something to the water earlier. Could he be the one to make such water feel like this? Wow the world was truly feel with strange people. But at last at least he was still alive feeling like crap but he was still alive and he would make every second of it count. Ghost would still be in a kneeling type way of standing. But he was still on the look oit for danger.

Notes
Body status: Dizzy and feeling light headed

Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
β-Tier
β-Tier

Silva would begin to feel nauseated as soon as he entered the dungeon. Was this normal for entering and dungeon? He was not certain but could see that everyone else seemed to feeling the illness as well. He also heard the end of a roar which seemed to be louder due to the cave and the water amplifying the sound. He didnt like loud noises due to being a person accustomed to working in silence. He would take the sausage from his rations and break off two small pieces before shoving them both into his ears to dampen or cancel out any future loud noises to come their way. He would look over at shou shouting, "You shall be my ears for me young one! my ears are sensitive to these loud noises." Shou would sigh and nod. He was not feeling well too but he was certain it would get better. He would look over at Khalik wondering what they should do.

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Menat

Menat
β-Tier
β-Tier

Menat found herself completely and entirely lost as to what happened to her once her hand had made contact with the surface of the dungeon's door. Her mother's stories of her own experiences in dungeons hadn't prepared her for the unexplainable sensations she had experienced upon entry. Nothing had physically opened up, she herself hadn't entered herself by physical means, yet she now stood in a dim cavern. Her senses had been completely overloaded, catching up with her body and totally overwhelming her heightened senses of smell, sight and sound. The redhead's knees gave out almost immediately and forced her to the ground, splashing up water around her from the impact.

An automatic follow up was Menat emptying the contents of her stomach into the very water in front of her. She remained on her knees as the vomit continued for several seconds until she was completely empty.

Nature's Scorn:

Flying Carpet:

Shard of Solomon:


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Khalik-I-Sabbah

Khalik-I-Sabbah
C-Tier
C-Tier

Ripped from the space-time continuum and forcefully injected back into place; it seems like this process entering a dungeon took quite the toll on their subject.

However, "This is fine," it was the only thought to sail through the sudden, churning void of nausea that seized his gut and the equally sudden, piercing scream that raided his ear. He wouldn't mind to up-chuck right about now, but such things are poor table manners while with company. Speaking of company, he had it— but it was about 1-2-3... A lot more than he had arrived with at least.

Memories pinned down by swirling chaos, both externally and internally, he thought it best to treat each fellow as if there were not restrained to a bed only for them. "Now... now," the rookie managed to slip in between the rising tides of his own stomach contents. "Let's not be h... hasty."

Propped to his knees with the aid of his parasol (see Higanbana), Khalik continued to speak, while minorly impaired. "It's the opening act le-... lets not rush to unsavory business..." His eyes groom the room's residence head to toe, but takes special focus on Silva's and Shou's whereabouts.

Instill a sense of civility and peace then pray the kiddos behave themselves, this was his opening game plan. Hopefully, the actor's join along— there's still so much left to experience, and he would hate for his saga to be reduced to a one act.

Cue Menat's vomit.

"... No one wants to die covered in her breakfast, do they? I for one do not."

Weapons:

Shard of Illah:

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Mikazuki Tenma

Mikazuki Tenma
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

It was weird… very weird. It felt as if all of those unpleasant feelings you can name were gathering at his head and stomach, stirring his inside wildly. Despite that, Tenma managed to hold whatever his body wanted to let out by taking a deep breath before breathing in and out several times. He wondered if that unpleasant feeling was common and if all people who went to those previous dungeons were feeling like this or not. But when he wanted to check on his companions, he was distracted by the loud scream coming from the end of the tunnel. He would squint his eye though despite the dizziness that he was feeling to get a better view, but he could only see several people on the ground, as if they fell from somewhere.

“Zubaidah, Rui Li, Amnet.” He would call them as he looked around while holding his throbbing head, “Are you alright?”





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NPC:



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Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

The magician would notice the paintings at the top of the rooms as she looked around the area after she sent the lights. But she would have to examine it after they made it to the end of the tunnel, although unfortunately, a sudden, ear piercing scream can be heard. Noir grunted when she fell to the ground, water splashing to her, wetting her clothings and hair. But there was nothing she could do at that moment, the disorientating feeling came back as the result of hearing that deathly roar.

She would feel the punch in her stomach, feeling nauseous but she tried to calm herself by breathing in and out. Shousui and Haku would also try to control themselves, although it was kind of hard because their heads were spinning around and they found a hard time to get up and stand on the ground.

The girl would try to take her time, she would try to stand up slowly and look around because she heard a lot of voices from behind. Much to her surprise, she knew a lot of people who just arrived there… Tenma, he was here too… along with Zubaidah, Khalik and Menat. She wanted to greet them, but maintaining her balance was difficult let alone to speak and move. So perhaps she could wait until she felt ready to actually do something… she had those paintings she wanted to examine as well.


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Shishi

Shishi
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

Worried about the cracking beneath his feet, he knew that no one was in the condition to move. The ear-splitting scream carved its way into his core, tearing his innards until he succumbed to his nausea once more. Diana unable to move from her knees, and his Constellation, fluttering their wings anxiously causing him to be uncontrollably surrounded in sparks.

Eight mustered enough magoi to get his carpet levitating and crawled onto it, pulling Diana and then moving to his companioms Noir and Shousui, getting them on the carpet as long as they didn't resist his effort.

His eyes also caught the paintings on the ceiling, looking up for a moment before laying on the carpet, face down to deal with his nausea.

Magic Carpet, getting Noir Shousui and Diana onto the carpet.

Magoi: 410/470


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Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur
A-Tier
A-Tier

Touching that golden gate, an unusual and familiar feeling washed over Zubaidah’s mind. Her body transported into a new place, she prepared herself for the upcoming trials. But she found that her senses had been dulled, and her throat closed as bile rose from her stomach. She suspected that otherworldly song had some connection and attempted to cover her ears; realising that was not helping much, she hummed some tune under her breath to distract herself. As she did so, she stumbled over towards Tenma and ensured that their group remained together. They say strength is in numbers, well, comfort is in others.

Zubaidah’s NPCs:

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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

With everyone inside the dungeon finally and with them all being nauseous at first they were all put on equal footing, albeit wet footing at that. The echoes of the scream echoed off deep into the cave as they would get a moment to breathe and talk amongst themselves. It seemed that the crack had stopped spreading and the water and had kept flowing down into it, and if one looked down into it they would see the void itself as it would never end, but they would not be able to go down it as the crack was still too small and something about it suggested they just forget about it.

In the time that they would get to socialize and recover from nausea, they would most likely notice that the cave that they were in was nothing impressive. The paintings at the top were crude paintings of women dancing in a circle that linked around the top of the cavern. It would be only a few moments of peace for them as something seemed off soon enough. Off in the deepest parts of the cavern shrieking bounced off the walls and through the twists and turn as it all came rushing back towards the very room that they were inside. However, before any of them could do anything the discordant shrieks banded together as it got closer to them, and before any of them could leave a symphony of angelic voices singing was upon them. The music was so loud that as it rushed into the cavern they were all lifted into the air by the force of it. The song wasn't done however as it reverberated off the walls of the cavern and like a sonic explosion under the cover of beautiful chanting voices they were all rushed through the entrance into the next room.

The dungeon had barely given them the time to think and they were already faced with more options to weigh as they would take a grasp of the new part of the cavern. The water had been rushing in mostly from in here as they saw that this cavern was just the join way between four in total. One was the room that they had just come from, there was one in the middle where the water came from what looked like a pond with an Altar in it that just stood in the way of a longer path. To the left, there was a trail that led upstairs to an entrance that leads off to a path with orange light in the distance. The final path to their right didn't give them much time to consider what was down it.

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Music once again came from the halls of the cave, this time albeit quieter than before even as it got closer and closer to them. There was singing that was accompanied by what sounded like strings being plucked in a bittersweet melody that tugged at one's heart. The language of the music was hard to decipher as it was sung with a sing-song accent that carried low with each long verse. It wouldn't be long before they learned who their mystery singer happened to be.

A tall man with long blonde hair, stern eyes with a mismatched playful grin, and a naturally athletic broad framed body hidden underneath his cape, armored kilt, and his shirt that seemed to be of some clan pattern. As they would all see him he would see them and look at them all with the same surprise they would likely look at him with. "Oh, hello, and here I thought I was going mad."


The Stranger:

Ghost

Ghost
A-Tier
A-Tier

...Lick Lick Lick...Lick Lick Lick... As the melted ice cream was being devour. Ghost would slowly open hus eyes as he was dazed. Yet again as he looked on. He was dizzy as he saw the little imp of a devil again and as always. He was ready to taunt Ghost in every way. Licking on his ice ice cream as usual. Ghost would start to come too. As he finally got a very good luck at his him yet again." Well well well you did it. You enter your first DUNGEON. How crazy is this Dolemite. Did you know you have a thirty percent chance of winning this thing and when I mean that. I mean you have to split that up with a few others. Someone besides you have a seventy percent chance of winning. Only if you engage in combat that is. You do not truly know anyone here. The only thing you do know is. That they all want what you want and it all comes down to whom wants it more. Take my advice and think TWICE. Mwhahahaha.." Ghost said nothing as he sat in his chair. It would began to rock as usual. He would say nothing as usual. Owning up to what was in his head. Soon enough the darkness would fade away. As he snapped back into reality. He must have missed what was going on. Because now he was in a different area. Yet he was still surrounded with others. That was until he notice a few openings.

A smile came on his face. As he began to here a tune. Soon enough a new person came about. Who was he and what was he doing here? He had a smile on his face but that could hide a layer of lies. Soon enough Ghost would slowly walk to a wall within the cave. Seeing as it was a big area space. Be made sure he was at least ten meters away from the group. As he started to check his body health out he was still on point if anything was to happen.

Note
The beginning took place as he was being dragged to the next area.

Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
β-Tier
β-Tier

Silva was shocked as he heard the loudest music he has ever heard before. He was even able to hear the music through the sausage that he had stuffed into his ears. He and shou would feel themselves and the others be carried away into an area with 3 paths ahead of them and the one they just came from behind them. He was most interested in the 4th path as it seemed the most mysterious and it would be fun to go down that one. He would be pulled by Shou who could hear the music that the old man couldnt. The old man was surprised to see a strange looking man that resembles a bard or other musician. He would walk up extremely close to the man with shou behind him. "Hello young man. Who are you supposed to be and why have you come here? You do not seem like the type that would want what this place offers." He would question though it would be hard for him to hear the answer.


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Menat

Menat
β-Tier
β-Tier

Moments passed with Menat kneeling against the wet stone of the dungeon's cavern floor, water flowing around her and soaking through her pants from the knees down. Her stomach had finally settled as did her head. The nauseated sensations had ebbed away and she could no longer feel herself spinning or swaying just from looking at something. She was now able to plant her feet firmly under her and regain a standing position. Screams continued to bounce from wall to wall all around the cavern as the young princess righted herself back to her feet, doing her best to block out as much of it from her much more sensitive ears that she could while it faded off into nothing more than an echo of itself further along down the path. It seemed like only a short reprieve, long enough for those of who wished to make simple small talk among each other or for others to take full notice of the painted women ringing around the upper walls of the cavern, before those very screams seemed to return ten-fold.

Yet the group wasn't assaulted by screams this time. The horrid cries shifted almost immediately, seamlessly even, into an angelic choir's song that blessed the ears of the entire group. The pure force of the song's soundwaves smashed into each and every one of the dungeon's explorers, actually lifting them physically and practically throwing them out of the room and into another chamber. Once more Menat found herself making a literal splash as she was flung face-first into yet more water. She had hardly been inside the dungeon for less than ten minutes and now she had been soaked from head to toe entirely and treated like a ragdoll. A look of absolute annoyance covered her face as she lifted it from the water she had fallen into, a small stream spurting from her mouth as she just looked at nothing in specific and just did some deep breathing. With yet another large sigh the Meridian Princess found herself getting back to her feet yet again, doing her best to wring out her soaked clothing as she took stock of the new chamber she had been forced into.

Counting the cavern they had just been relocated from it seemed to be a central hub of sorts connected to four separate paths. One room seemed to be the source of the flow of water as her eyes tracked the liquid right up to a pool that surrounded an alter of sorts. Behind which continued on another path that even Menat as a Fanalis couldn't see much of from her current position. Off in another direction was a path that lead upwards towards what appeared to be a soft orange light of sorts. The final path was one that she hadn't had enough time to examine as music once again started to ring through the chambers. The melody was far less impactful, physically at least, than the last burst that had lifted them from where they stood and relocated them in their current position. This time the song was soft, an unknown language that accompanied the plucking of a stringed instrument that grew closer to the group. Unlike the random screams and songs prior this one actually had a source. A strange man donning mismatched clothing approached the lot of them, instrument in hand as his fingers plinked and plucked away at the strings.

It was from that very passage that Menat hadn't been able to take proper stock of that this unnamed man strolled out from, a playful grin that didn't match the seriousness in his eyes. The young redhead had yet to take notice of how her fellow challengers had reacted to this man but she herself simply gave him a look of caution as he greeted their group. She wondered how capable this man was if he could simply wander through a dungeon with such a demeanor that he could practice his music, given the stories her own mother had told her about how dangerous dungeons could be. The girl's hand made way to the shaft of her spear, drawing it from her back in the least threatening manner she could. Instead she would use it as a walking stick of sorts, resting her weight against it while she waited and listened to the stranger speak with the other challengers, judging him and weighing on how much she could believe of him.

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Khalik-I-Sabbah

Khalik-I-Sabbah
C-Tier
C-Tier

With the rising nausea diminished, a sense physical self was ascertain. Limbs once again could be easily maneuvered, and his throat could emit noise without fear of his breakfast's dreaded return.

All these facets which returned to him, of course, were absolutely pointless. Powerless as it was before an unstable cacophony of hellish screams and angelic singing. The unstable percussion was disorientating, and not just figuratively. He was lifted aloft — propelled, by these esoteric notes voiced by otherworldly entities to yet another alcove of this already bizarre structure.

What else is there say, but... "Dungeons are weird…"

But. Hey. This was what he asked for; a pleasant detour from the monotony of everyday to stem that growing yawn in his throat. A wide grin cracks the surface to illustrate his enjoyment; this was exactly what he had been hoping. Somethings out there— something crazy, adventerous. Something fun.  

"Choices, choices, choices..." he mumbled to himself as he dawdled around this rocky hub. His eyes took to all sorts of oddities within these caverns: the altar and its running waters; the opening of an undisclosed path and its vague detailing; but most peculiar was the soothing notes of another.

Another... Human? Well, he was sure they were... human. Its just— after such, such, grandiose tales and whirling introduction, its simply... He expected something a bit more engaging, if you would. Nevertheless, the trickster followed his jovial companions to the feet of this musician if only to yank lightly on Silva's garments with tip of parasol: a friendly gesture to remind the old geezer that not all creatures, nor humans, were worth sticking your face too; and most don't take kindly to such brazen approaches.

... Also, a tiny portion of him— a sliver of his existence, pleaded within itself to take this man not for his looks, but in the conspiratorial depths that rest behind his odd visage. He may still be yet a specter of a dead composer ridiculed by their kin, and now he wanders this hollow crib, riddled with arias and symphonies until his appetite for creativity had been properly satiated by sharing his magnum opus with true intellectuals not chained to the traditions of the time...

This was, of course, nothing more than wild conjecture and speculation with not a single ounce of truth in the radical claims his mind had summoned forth. Yet, it was how he justified such a measly first encounter with life beyond the Dungeon doors. Besides, the adventure had taken plenty of strange turns already, and these hypotheticals, be them over-the-top, will only lead to an expansion of the mind beyond his five sense— making his brain all the more enlarged.

… Its also an incredibly amusing task, he must confess.

WC: 465


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Mikazuki Tenma

Mikazuki Tenma
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

After making sure that the rest of his team was alright, Tenma would look around, studying this place they called a dungeon. There were a lot of people other than his own group and he wondered if they also wanted the power sealed within this very dungeon? Then his eye scanned into a particular person, someone who he never expected to meet inside this kind of place. “Noir?” He asked himself mentally, but before he could approach the girl or even call her, Zubaiah stumbled upon him and managed to distract him. He would carefully hold her, helping her to regain her balance to make sure she was okay. The disorientation was very unpleasant after all…

A loud music right after he just recovered from the nausea? Great. Tenma took a deep breath to make himself calm, keeping his composure so he could keep his mind clear. However it seemed like the dungeon didn't give them any chance to do that after all, they were all lifted up to the air and were rushed to the next area.

There were 3 paths that they could choose in the next area, he would start observing those paths although someone came from one of the paths, playing his string instrument with different kinds of music. If the one that he heard before they got rushed to the next area sounded angelic, this one… sounded bittersweet. “Should we talk to the bard, Zubaidah? Perhaps we can get information about which way is the best way to go. What do you think?”


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Noir Ecryola

Noir Ecryola
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

The black haired girl touched her forehead as she sat on the flying carpet along with Eight, Diana and Shousui. She pinched the roof of her nose, slightly massaging it to make herself be more relaxed because of the tension she was feeling inside her head due to the orientation. “Thank you.” She softly thanked the man, before trying to adjust her breathing and begin to look around to search for Tenma’s whereabouts.

However before she was able to spot Tenma from the flying carpet, another music which was very loud began to play and it gave Noir the strangest feeling. An angelic symphony that sounded very otherworldly, gave a shiver on her skin due to the celestial effect it gave. Another thing began to occur again, in a rather quick pace, as if they got a non stop surprise in every possible seconds. They got rushed into the next area and there, Noir would quickly notice several paths. One was a path with an altar, another one was a trail that led upstairs and another one… was the direction of where this musician suddenly came out with his singing and melody from his plucked strings.

But Noir’s mind would not be focused on the bard, but instead wandered into somewhere else. There were still some things that got stuck in her mind and she would rather try to find out more about it for now. “Eight, should we go back to the previous area.She would give her companion a sudden question, still curious about the first area and some of its ‘features’. “I am still curious about that crack that you examined before.”

If Eight agreed to go back, Noir would whistle to Haku, signaling him to follow them towards the previous area.


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Shishi

Shishi
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

Eight continued to maintain the carpet with everyone on it from his group on it. They had not made much progress despite being apart of the first people in. While the bard caught his attention,he definitely wanted to break away from the pack, making the most obscure decision possible.

The bard would easily capture anyones attention but Eight had the same thoughts as Noir. To return to the room from where the were forced. And As Eight saw that no one else had the idea to turn back and explore, he grew more confident in his course of action, especially considering the peculiar feeling he had. "Yes, lets turn back but I want to ask these people something." Speaking after the bard, disrupting their communication.

"If anyone chooses to follow me now, and give up on the djinn, for the remainder of the dungeon I shall protect you from the dungeon and from these other explorers, I only warn you that I do not tolerate betrayal." He would wait a moment in the room to see if there were any followers before returning back to the last room to explore on the safety of his flying carpet.


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Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur
A-Tier
A-Tier

Swooning into Tenma’s embrace, Zubaidah took her sweet time in his arms. But all good things must come to an end, whether wanted or not, and she knew it was time for her fun to end. Instead, she turned her addled mind towards the Dungeon. Her ears deafened by shrieks first and from chanting second, she turned her thoughts inwards. Was there deeper meaning to the painting upon the cavern’s walls? Whatever she thought, she did not think further upon it, hearing Eight’s question.

    ‘Is this your first time in a Dungeon? We’re simply players in the Djinn’s game; they choose who wins and who loses. We can only place our counter upon the game-board, stepping from one square to another. Give up our rights as a player and we’re no longer bound by the game’s. But, in this same way, the Djinn has no reason to care for us as the game-master. I’d wager I fear the Djinn more than you,’ smirking with a devil’s smile, she emphasised his name, ‘Hyperion.'

    Turning on her heels, she returned to Tenma’s side. She agreed to his idea and accompanied him to the bard, hopping into Silva’s conversation, ‘There is no single reason for entering a Dungeon. There are as many reasons as there are hopes and dreams. One man dreams of money, another of fame; this man hopes for respect, that one for knowledge. The very fact that we think these hopes and dreams will be fulfilled in these Dungeon which we know little to nothing about? Well, I think that is the very definition of mad.


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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
Ω-Tier
Ω-Tier

As they all reacted to the bard and his introduction he just stood there putting his instrument away as he looked at them all. He waited for questions and the first came from the oldest member of the dungeon. His face seemed a bit pained by the question as he looked at them all for a moment and then looked back towards Silva with a simple answer. "You probably won't like this answer, but, I don't know."

After a moment of awkward silence and not taking notice of the others who were deciding to leave he started to further his answer. "Well, I remember my name is Lir at least, but as to why I'm here and who I am exactly I am also lost on those details." He seemed a little nervous most likely that he knew a random amnesiac wouldn't sit well with most people, especially the paranoid ones."I woke up in a cavern laying down and then I just started traversing this place."

While he spoke to them and Hyperion started to go off to another room with Noir something happened the moment they crossed the threshold to return to the room that they were in once before. Immediately they would notice that the crack was no longer there along the ground. However, before they could react there was a sudden scream from within the room they were in. The bard heard it and his eyes went wide but before he could say anything the rocks around the entrance started falling. Within an instant and loud crash all the rocks and the walling to the entrance collapsed trapping both Hyperion and Noir in the room they were in before. They were locked in an airtight room with no obvious way out, they should've forgotten about the crack.

"Oh no no, did you guy's just come from in there?!" Lir had said to the rest of the party that was still in the room with him. "I was gonna tell you all this in a moment, but it seems like this place has traps that activate if you turn back where you aren't supposed to or make the wrong decision. I almost got crushed by falling boulders when I tried to dig through the walls." His words gave way that he knew this place was dangerous but he himself was naive about where he was still. "I may not know the way, but if you let me travel with you I can offer what knowledge I have so far."

For all those on the other side of the wall, they would see that the rocks had collapsed in such a way that they were locked and neither through force or reasonable time would they be able to remove the barriers. They could choose to wait or they could all choose to go forward and figure out where they were supposed to go. It would be unsure at first glance if there was a way to detect the right way to go, or if they just had to go down a path and figure it out. All they would know is that the only way to find out would be to test what options came to their thoughts. They could do it with their groups or they could do it all together, but regardless Lir seemed to be a help to them all.

Hyperion and Noir have been trapped in the room you began in. There is enough air in the room for 4 rounds of posting, there is a way out but you cannot break through abilities. Your npcs are stuck in there with you as well, and exerting too much energy will cause you to use up air faster.

Ghost

Ghost
A-Tier
A-Tier

The mood for Ghost was all in all a very good one for him. He was feeling well good for once. As the strange man walked away acter declaring they all should give up and follow him. That was how to put it something a crazy person would say. Or something that a even crazier person would do. However it was and to be frank the team he had with him was a force to be reckon with. His team all together has a mixture of dark and white ruhk but that girl he was with. She scared him the most. Was she with him by trade or to keel him in check? Either way that went it it would be best not not bump heads with this team especially since Ghost was solo. However Ghost had a trick up his sleeve to separate himself from them. But just then another girl would start to talk. Saying players and who would win and who loses. The dijinn decides that im the end. That was good to know. But the long story made short is Ghost had himself to worry about. Everyone here wanted one thing and that was pure power.

But as the crazy powerful team left the area. A large pile of rocks would fall into the entrance. Blocking him from them. As this loud noise caused Ghost to stand up as if he was being attacked. He would pull his stave out.
Soon enough Ghost would start to black out. But not in a way he would leave himself open. As the little imp his voice of reason would come about.....This time he was not licking on ice cream but instead he was clapping. Woth a very big creepy smiling grin and his face."Bravo bravo bravo, you did well to take notes. This is very good as you can see. The main problem is within that room. Not saying the others are a push over. But I assure you they will not be nearly as big of a deal as the others were. Leave Ghost or we will not have a chance to later. Mwhahahahaha...!!!" Soon enough Ghost would snap back to reality as he started to walk. He would pass certain people but made sure to keep his guard up.

Stopping only three meters away from the blond hair guy. Pointing towards the section on the left he would say." I will be going this way I could ask you what type of place this is and what type of power the dijinn holds. But ti be frank I truly believe it is either Sound or water. Either way it goes. That power will be used for the greater good. Rather I have the power to create a melody of love or wash away the fire of hate. I will obtain it this day. But as Ghost was taking he was casting a spell at the same time. As those who was close to the bard or not far from him. Would see. Blinding light come about. Ghost did not won't any trouble. But soon enough as he said that his halo would appear.
Twilight Flash would be cast. Anyone around him would see a flash of light come fourth. As Ghost took this time to run into the right section of the selections.



Notes:
Cast a C rank spell for 20 magioa
Effect in place:Blindness
360/380 Magioa
80/80 Stamina


Spoiler:

Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
β-Tier
β-Tier

The old man had sausage in his ear so he could not hear any sounds but he was reading the man's lips. He would look surprised to see that this man known as Lir had lost most of his memories. Silva had also lost all of his memories but his name a couple of years ago and worked hard to get them back. Some of them were still missing like who his brother was and why he wanted to apology to him. He would look at him grinning still a few inches from Lir. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lir. I am Silva and the large man is silva. Sorry if i am talking loud, i stuffed sausage into my ears for safety." He would say before chuckling "I believe you my friend, I too lost all of my memories. Let me help you find them again."  He would say before feeling a rumbling sensation and turn to see the room behind them had a cavein in its entrance locking two people in there. He would shrug thinking that they would find a way out maybe if there was one.

He would turn back to keep talking to Lir when a young man got closer to Lir and suddenly casted a ray of blinding light. he would shout out and squirm a bit covering his eyes. "My eyes! my weak old eyes! I was already losing my site due to old age anyways." He would say as he could no longer see for the moment. He would soon calm himself and laugh it was a nifty spell but this old man could do it better. Silva would close his already blinded eyes and raise his staff shouting "Sun Burst" He would feed more magoi than usual to create a 20 meter diameter flash of light around his body.      

Once his spell was done he would look at where he remembered Lir being despite no longer seeing him "I am so sorry about that rudeness my friend. Are you hungry or thirsty from being stuck here?  have some food and water"  He would say fumbling for some items blindly and pulling out the rations and water skin trying to place them in Lir's hands. "Would you please guide me and my 2 companions through here to regain your memories? Which of these paths have you not gone down?" He would ask. He would have Shou listen and tell him later.

Cast Sun burst and scaled it twice.          
Magoi 280/320
stamina 80/80
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