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[ Dungeon ] [ Gate ] The Rise of Dawn

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Solomon's Proxy

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Location: The Northern Shores, Dormsha

Dozens of ships dotted the near distant sea from whence you came. Smaller sea-fairing vessels that had carried people from the ships continued to line the beaches. Beyond that were various encampments belonging to people all around the world. Some had come here for research, others for the sake of exploration or other means.

All had arrived with the goal to catch a glimpse at the dungeon with hopes of making it across the bridge.

On this eternal dawn, you made your first steps onto the island with a similar dream. What you heard about this place never seemed more true than now. Even without the gifted sight of a magician, you could see the rukh — bright, formless creatures that lit up like stars against the orange skies.

You knew nothing about this island was natural and all you could do was move forward into uncharted lands or return home.


Location: The Black Pearl

After your arrival, like many others, you were convinced to spend the night in one of  the encampments — a repurposed shipwreck dubbed The Black Pearl. From what you were told, it was refurbished by the Susa Clan from Kina around the time the island was first discovered a few weeks back. Samurai and sailors belonging to the clan had come here with their princess, Ren, who was said to have been called to this island by the kami.

Aboard the ship, you were given a hammock to sleep in that hung alongside others who boarded there and a bowl of hot bone broth for dinner. The accommodations were far  from luxurious but it was far better than sleeping out in the open.

You had been awoken for breakfast and fed a bland meal of unseasoned white fish and rice partnered with pickled vegetables that all seemed to taste the same.

If you had slept the night, you did not know. Any clockwork had ceased to function miles before you landed and the sun was no longer a reliable source. However, it did not stop people from making an attempt to keep some semblance of schedule.

The ship after breakfast is bustling with life, energizing you for the adventure ahead. Make a choice:

[ Explore the Black Pearl and gather supplies and intel on the island. ]

[ Leave the Black Pearl and enter Bas Darga. ]

DM: Please message me your choice before writing your post. I will provide you with a small prompt to start your plot off. Feel free to group up with other participants if you would like.

Here is a link to a brief description of the island of Dormsha.



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Solomon's Proxy

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Silva Kaida
@Silva Kaida

A muscular, blonde haired man with a rather large build approaches Silva. At a closer look, he seems to have slit pupils like a fox and smells sweet like peaches. He wears a plain black kimono with maple motifs decorating its skirt and sleeves. Notable upon his waist, a katana with a hilt covered in a white silk wrap. Its tsuba a circular shape engraved with a reared lion connected by several tree-like patterns. The saya is made of black lacquer, gilded with the imagery of a lion consuming a bare woman.



"Aha! Just the man I was looking for."

His grin flashes his sharp canines and he extends his hand to Silva, offering a more foreign greeting in contrast to the man's Kinan ancestry.

"Riemu, Seimei; the Nogitsune of Kina," he says with a wink. "If you're interested, I could use a man of your experience."

Silva might recognize Seimei in name if he knows of particularly skilled warriors. He is known for being skilled with one-handed swordsmanship and displays of inhuman strength. Also known in entertainment circles as a generous benefactor and the owner of a high end brothel & bar called the Gilded Rose. Any of that can be information Silva has access to if it fits for him.

Menat
@Menat

Due to her unique physique, Menat would find the forest more forgiving than those with flesh and blood had claimed it to be. The beasts that she passed seemed to ignore her presence, acknowledging her with no more than brief glances. Even the plants that seemed just as alive remained docile to her advance.

It would have been a simple stroll through the thicket, straight to the dungeon, if not for the obstacle that barred her path.

Out of all the creatures in the forest who paid no mind to her; this one had. A bright white horse, much larger than those on the mainland with a horn sprout from its forehead. Rukh cling to its fur and congregate around its horn. It seems to glow under the shadow of the canopy.

Bright blue eyes devoid of pupils stare straight into her own as it taps its foot impatiently on the ground.

Zana
@Zana

"You."

The word rumbled like thunder, directed to his ears by a finger pointing straight at him. It belonged a black-haired woman with cold, scarlet eyes. Most notable about her were the long scars that lied in a cross upon her cheek. From the look of her clothes, she could have been from Magnostadt. However, the two-handed great hammer that was resting beside her did not pin her to be a magician.



Her eyes narrowed. A scowl dragging down her thin lips. "Come here, boy," she commanded. There was no doubt that Zana had been chosen for something. What it was, had not been made clear.

No matter what he had been doing before, it seemed it had to be put on hold for now.

Saint Germain
@Saint Germain

The Saint Germain did not need to look far to find what they were looking for. Subjects were all around them in the prospective adventurers who were more than likely to meet their demise, ripe for the picking. But when things seemed too good to be true - they got better.

Within the Black Pearl, there was one subject that stuck out like a sunflower in a field of poppies. A native of Dormsha; female at a glance, with a large reptilian tail and iridescent scales freckled on her arms and legs. Even her clothing was different to those around her. She drew further attention to herself with a voice like siren song, waiting for someone to take the bait.



"Oh," she sighed, holding her hands to her chest. "Won't someone help me find my papa?"

Her eyes, much like pure rubies, flickered in their direction. A glint of maliciousness shined within them but was overtaken by that of her faux tears.

Ghost
@Ghost

Bas Darga was unforgiving, even for a witch king.

The first few minutes of his trek into the forest hadn't posed much danger save for the giant insect that prodded at his undead flesh, finding no nutrients of which to sup — though they tried. Beasts prowled in the underbrush beside him. Always watching, yet patient as they waited for an opportune time to strike.

If one would question their hesitance, the answer would be told in time.

Ghost would see the ruins in the distance as he continued down his path. Large, elaborate workings of stone and rotted wood. Vibrant vines weaved through the crevices and blossomed with beautiful red flowers. On the outside, it seemed like a peaceful place to rest as the creatures dared not approach.

Venturing further into the ruin, the witch king would find a pile of shining objects and tattered sacks of gold. It seemed as though it was free for the taking. No one else was around, after all.

Emperor Jaja
@Emperor Jaja

No matter what he had been on the mainland, it took a turn for the worst as soon as the king candidate took his first steps on the sand. Known for conquering a djinn of his own made Jahanghir a prime contender for the dungeon. What had been a source of good for him transformed him into a threat.

It was as though he was no one yet the most known person on the island all at the same time. Ignored yet their evil eyes stared, studying him. All to find some crack in his gilded shell. Some weakness to exploit in order to remove him from their game.

Yet they would find none.

The dutiful Rhea that had accompanied Jahanghir and his daughter on this journey found no such problem. While many avoided her due to the air of confidence she had about her, they were not so threatened. What he could not accomplish, she would. Out of a duty bound to her by Diana and a love for their family.

After a short debate, it was decided she would go and find someone who had more intel on what they sought. While the  dungeon was not the least on their minds, Venus had an interest that took the highest precedent over all.



"I told you I could do better than you, your majesty," she said, tightening her chokehold around the stranger's neck. "I found a little pig who will be more than willing to squeal, hm?"

The man kicked at the floor, fingers clawing at her forearm to no avail. Not many had the strength to resist a Fanalis. He was not one of them.

"Okay, okay," he choked, gasping as Rhea loosened her hold. "I'll tell you what you want! Just let me go!"

"Sure," she replied, letting him go. The man sputtered as he fell to the ground, unmoving in fear of the woman behind him. On his hands and knees, he looks up at Jahanghir, then to Venus.

"S-so... what did you want to know? M-my lord?"



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Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
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The golden haired and eyed muse known as silva would smile when met by a fellow blonde muscle head.
"aw yes, it is good to see you sir. I have heard plenty about you from locals. What can a feeble old man such as myself do to be of assistance to you? Are you also here for what is in the woods?"

The old man was excited to have met a few from kina on this island. Those who would most likely know of the old man and would be willing to work together for the sakes of everyone in the group they form. He was here for the power to protect Kina but if he cant help these kina then there is no point

Crimson Plague:
Makuuchi braid:
creeping copper ghoul:
watchers bell:

Zana

Zana
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It rested on his nose low, the spectacles of the young man. In his book he was to lay buried, absorbed. Zana could not cease his studies, for his grades were dear to him, truly. However, the professor apprentice knew that the book was not the only source of power. It was for that very reason that Zana took up the proposal by his professor to venture out to a dungeon.

If he wished to broaden his horizons and learn even more, that which cannot be taught by a book, then Zana must muster the courage to touch grass. In hindsight, he should be far more capable than his present self, but alas, his fancy was the library, not the green ol wilds.

Zana sighed, he longed to return to his dear girlfriend and have sweet love, but sadly baby making was not the priority at this present time. It was then, whilst deep within thought about love making, he was-

[?]: "You."

rudely pointed at.

In a hesitant tone of voice, he tried to muster the will to respond to the beautiful woman, but her exclamation towards him had him rigid. Zana was to point to his own self before his nervous voice was to mutter:

Zana: "M-me.. ?"

In a brisk moment, he closed his book.

[?]: "Come here, boy,"

Oh no, upon trying to stand, he felt his knees begin to go weak. Zana was to close his eyes for but a mere moment to pray. Once the prayer was done, he could walk again, but perhaps not for long, for he had not a clue what this woman had called him for. In haste, the man pursued the rather assertive maiden, as to not anger her or upset her. In his palm, though sweaty, he kept a firm grip on his dear wand.

Zana: "Eh- quite the fancy hammer you have there. I reckon you wield that well.. ?"

It was folly to think Zana could spend any time alone with a woman and not chat her up, even with his rather nervous demeanor.

Bay:

Zion

Zion
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[ Dungeon ] [ Gate ] The Rise of Dawn 7fFEz9o

Zana would find that where he was called over had another person standing around already waiting. The youth had short silvery white locks and hid their face behind a Kinan style mask. The stranger's robes were likewise of the east and there were four tails tied off at their obi and hanging behind to make them appear like a fox spirit. The slender frame and unimposing posture of the individual might have been what had gotten them called over by the fiery woman. or perhaps it was just because they had been standing around not seeming to have had a plan once they reached shore.

Zion had remained silent when called over and kept his tongue for the time being. The trickster foxspirit and transformed himself and hidden his real tails while wearing fake tails he had purchased for the disguise. His long flowing hair was shortened and his already soft features were made more slender and lady-like. He had even changed his voice into a more sultry smooth tone that might melt hearts or drive the leaders of nations to war. Though the foux female face he had given himself was of only average beauty.

The quiet effeminate stranger standing next to Zana would leisurely hold a simple looking pipe magic tool out in the open. Zion's other arm remained tucked in the yukata and secretly held his swordwand cautiously. "I-I have a hammer too...I'm very good at using it...." The velvet voice would speak up in a shy manner. But the stranger did not seem to understand the nuance of what Zana was actually trying to say.



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Saint Germain

Saint Germain
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Teresa and Delta:


Log Entry No. 1: SG #135 and #407 have arrived in Dormsha after one week of travel from Magnostadt. Sent here at the request of the Third Laboratory, we have been tasked with surveying the terrain around the 25th Dungeon and finding new subjects for the Black Pill experiments. Due to the recent changes in Magnostadt politics, funds for the Third Laboratory’s research have been significantly reduced, hence we must find -

"Get your head out of that damn notebook, Delta. You aren’t going to find any test subjects if you aren’t actually having a look around!" A pink-haired woman dressed in secretary clothes, and lugging a dragon-shaped crossbow upon her back, snatched up the magical logbook from her blue-haired colleague. "We were content without your interference, ourself."

"Ugh, stop it with the ‘ourself’ nonsense! Call me Teresa for goodness' sake. You know, that’s the problem with your generation. I dunno if it’s that the lab dialled up the intensity of the virus, but you guys all go ‘ourself this’ and ‘ourself that’. You’re really nothing like us early prototypes, huh?"

"We cannot answer your question, ourself, nor can we understand what question you have posed." "Forget it!"

As she sighed in desperation, however, Teresa noticed that one of the Dormshan natives was beckoning for their attention, fake tears pooling. Rolling her eyes, she turned to leave when Delta began approaching the dragon-scaled woman,

"What’re you doing, Delta?" "We consider the chances of success in this individual to be 28%." "C’mon, can you not tell that she’s clearly trying to con you?"

"We reiterate our observation: We consider the chances of success in this individual to be 28%. Does it matter if the individual wishes to take advantage of us? If they participate in our test-runs, we would certainly let them take whatever they would want."

"Do you have any - " "Would you be interested in participating in the latest test-runs for our product?" "What are you doing?!" "We believe that this approach should be the most efficient means of achieving success with this individual. In fact, we calculate that the chances of success in this approach is 74%. Do you not endorse this product, ourself?" "Of course, I do!"

Raising his eyebrows, the closest thing to smirking for apathetic Delta, he turned back towards the Dormshan native and retrieved one of his signature Black Pills,

"If you participate in this test-run, we can guarantee that any immediate pain will be remedied after a 10 minute period and any traumatic pain will be remedied after a 25 minute period. If you have experienced any traumatic pain about your father being lost, then wait for a 45 minute period and we guarantee that the pain will be completely remedied."

"Do you wish to participate?"


Saint Germain’s Vault:

Dracolisk Bolter:

Ghost

Ghost
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A-Tier

As he was walking he would have the insect in his hand. Even if it was to poison him. It would be all in vain. As the blood in his body and nerves were all unprecedented to it. He nearly crushed the little bug to death. But as he saw it trying to break free. He could tell that it was in pain and opt to let it go free by placing it down. Ghost would look on as he took a deep breath and then would say out loud, "Well at least one of us could feel pain. All I have is memories of what pain feels like."
Soon he would continue to walk. He would begin to wonder where he was at. Was this part of the Tower Of Power or not? He was going to sit on the latter as he did. Not go through the portal yet.


But he was close by it. As he could feel the magic coming from it. A perk of being a magician. They could feel all magic through the Rukh. He paid no attention to most threats as he was a bit cocky at how he could handle most things. As most would attack him not knowing he felt no pain. So unless someone wanted to end up a victim of his witching ways.
It was best they leave him be. Soon he would make it to a ruin surrounded by dead plant life. Or so he thought. As he saw red flowers of some kind.
But in all his years he never saw this species of flower. As he looked around Ghost would start to try and pick a few.

As he did that he would put them up. Now he was off to go deeper and deeper into the ruins. With these flowers, he was hoping he could study them. As in his mind, he wonders why the lifelines to the flowers were dead. Yet the flowers were still alive.
Soon he would wander into what he see as gold. As he looked around he would yawn. Then he would start to pick up the gold. This was because he knew his Ohana needed to sleep indoors as opposed to him sleeping wherever. But as he was picking up the gold he notice something else that was shining. Ghost would soon investigate what was going on with this new infrastructure he stumbled across. They seem to be random items yet they were covered in gold and other things.



Notes

Trait Name: Memory of the Mountain
Trait Tier: Omega
Trait Requirement:SoS
Trait Description: Through the shard of Solomon and the memory of animation magic from Ghost's family he has called upon ancient spells from his ancestor, allowing his will to continue temporarily after death.
Trait Effect: The user gets 5 free animation magic spells (still require a staff) and if their character dies a spell casted through their body allows them to revive tying their life force to their staff requiring them to pay 40 magoi at the beginning of each thread in order to stay alive

Magoi 480/440(40) was used on my trait



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Menat

Menat
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She could hear the heartbeat of the trees as she walked under their canopies, feel the pulse with each step she took. In a way it wasn't anything different than if she were just taking time to herself in her chambers back in the palace. The girl paused at the thought of her home, fully aware she was in no condition to attend to her duties or family at the moment given what had transpired in her confrontation with Aadav. Even thinking of the man who, at the end of his second chance at life, had held her and shown her the love of a father made her non-existant stomach queasy.

Instead of facing her problems the girl had run off. Word had spread of a new dungeon having risen off on some island in the seas and, if she were being honest, that seemed like the perfect excuse to take time by herself and sort out her conflicting emotions. Or at least she hoped as much. Having arrived on the island she had spent the night among the other challengers in a beached shipwreck that had seemingly been converted into a resting spot for those who had come to the island in order to face the dungeon. That had been the night before.

This morning the Meridian Princess had made the choice to make her way immediately for the dungeon's gate as more of the others remained behind in order to seemingly shore up additional supplies for the trials they would face. Menat herself had remembered back to her challenge of Ipos. She hadn't been able to obtain any specialized gear from the merchants set up in their small makeshift town to peddle to the masses that had arrived to face that dungeon. Yet despite these setbacks she had been the one to win Ipos and claim the djinn for herself. There was also the fact that she had full trust and faith in the gear she had brought in herself that made her feel like it wouldn't be a necessary diversion to remain behind for supplies.

It was actually rather shocking just how few obstacles were in Menat's way. Was it due to the fact that she herself may no longer be anything more than a walking, physical embodiment of a forest rather than the flesh and blood Fanalis she had been born as? Her mind continued to wander as she herself wandered through the forest, clearly unimpeeded by the creatures within. However one problem did arise. A large equine creature with untainted white fur, a single large horn in the center of its forehead shouded by what she understood to be pure Rukh, and solid eyes the color of flawless saphires stood before her in the middle of her path. A single hood tapped against the ground with an air of impatience as it looked her down.

The Princess made no motion for any of her weapons. Instead she slowly held her hands up, open and palms facing forward so the creature could see that she meant it no harm. "Have you been waiting for me? Did you know I would be coming to meet the djinn of this dungeon?" As she questioned the creature she approached it, her movements both slow and careful while her body language remained calm and respectful of the beast.

Magoi: 360/360
Stamina: 175/175

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Silva Kaida
@Silva Kaida

Seimei barks with laughter. His cheerfulness was almost contagious if it wasn't for how loud and non-Kinan it was. So uncharacteristic for a man who had been born there. Yet it suited him nonetheless. "Feeble, old man? You look young and strong to me." His vulpine eyes checked Silva up and down, unsurprised and amused in how they curved.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved in a bit closer, his bold voice lowered. “I suppose I am here for that but what I’m really lookin’ for is the princess.” But that was not all. The seriousness of the task writ itself on his face. When all the cheerfulness dissolved under furrowed brows. “She… uh… saw my brother. Ran off while I was sleepin’ and left one of her fancy notes.”

He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whatever is in this forest is where she’s goin’ with him. Not even sure if her head's on straight. My brother's been dead for years.”

Menat
@Menat

The beast watched Menat with an almost human stare. Yet in other manners, it was distant and void of life as though stuck in a trance. Despite the tales told, it made no display of aggression. Not a huff or sound to give emotion. Just a slight tilt of its head and sway of its long tail.

Menat stepped forth and with each one, the unicorn took a step back. It was clear in that language that it was anxious. Then, it spoke in a soft, frightened woman’s voice:

“I know not of what thou speak,” she warned, scraping a hoof upon the leaf-crusted soil. A wall of harmless, transparent light erects itself between Menat and herself in an attempt to stop the princess in her tracks. “If what thou seeketh is the slumbering dreamer, thou must go to the castle where great peril awaits thee.”

Zana & Zion
@Zana @Zion

The scowl on the woman’s face ran so deep one might be convinced her face was stuck that way. She shot a glare towards the kitsune. Whatever had sprung to her mind was not good. Though, none of her thoughts seemed to be.

"Shut up. Both of you."

Her hand snags the hilt of her great-hammer and at impossible speed, swings it at them — shattering their borgs in an instant. It was clear then that the hammer she possessed was the same that the guards of Magnostadt wield but modified beyond recognition. Her downturned lips seemed to move up an inch. It might have been the most pleased they would ever see her.

“Good. Neither of you are goi.”

She hands it over to another one of her grunts and walks straight to them, then past them. The other men around her duck their heads down, scuttling behind her.

“Come,” she commanded, peering back at Zana and Zion. “You two are not exempt. This dungeon won’t conquer itself.”

Her demands were compelling and it seemed as though there was something in the flow of rukh that shined a path of sure fate behind the woman.

Saint Germain
@Saint Germain

The young woman perked up at their approach, putting on her best act. Doe eyed, lips pursed, and timid stance with her thick tail wrapped around her leg.

“Well,” she lulls, reaching out for the pill slowly, at first. “If it will help me find him…”

Then, she snatches it and shoves it into her mouth. A wide smile fills her features as she swallows it down. What Delta had done for the Saint Germain as a collective was up to chance and the brief period of time before what was done was done.

“Your snack was not so good, mister. But we should get going now. He’ll be upset if we’re late.”

Without saying a word much more, her act dries up into aloofness as she twirls and trots out of the Black Pearl and towards the forest. If they intended to see the effects of their experiment, it would be a wise choice to follow in suit.

Ghost
@Ghost

In the pile of rubble, gold, and other valuables lied something far more precious than that which he held in his hands:

A dragon’s egg with a scaled shell that seemed to shimmer like gems in the sunlight. Any seasoned traveler would recognize it. Though, most who were wise would fear its presence. Not for what the egg held within it but what was to come upon its discovery.

Ghost did not need to touch the egg to know the danger that comes with being so close to one. He would feel a gust of hot air behind him. The unmistakable warm, orange glow of fire reflecting off the ruined stones, scorching the plant life that clung to it. Then, a chilling screech — like a thousand cellos strung in various notes all in unison.

It lands upon the ruined stone, reducing much of it to rubble. The creature was a dragon of considerable size as it towered over Ghost — a juvenile adult with scarlet scales and a neck that extended half the size of its torso. Predatory eyes of molten gold stared straight down at the witch king.

For Ghost, there was nowhere to run. As it was not likely the dragon would let him go without one of them being dead.

Red Dragon:

Emperor Jaja
@Emperor Jaja

Rhea thinned her lips as she allowed her king and princess the floor to speak. It seemed as though there was much on her mind. Though she did not speak it. Such was something she held in common with Diana and the other Corvus. A strangeness in their temperament that built upon their strength.

The rugged man wore an expression mixed with confusion and terror as his gaze darted between the fanalis that surrounded him. Even the little one he recognized as a threat. It was clear their kind were not strange to him, even with their mixed blood.

“Horned horse,” he stammered and nodded his head. “Y-Yes. There are h-hor-horses like that here. Rare and d-dangerous but not for you lot!” His jugular bobbed as he swallowed back the thick weight in his throat. “But a man in the… sky? I-I don’t know anything about that! Maybe… m-maybe the dreamer? No one has ever seen him b-but they say he’s in the castle!”

As he kept on, his complexion grew paler as beads of sweat formed on his skin. More so as Rhea planted her foot upon his back, causing him to grovel with his cheek on the splintered wood.

“Do you mean the dungeon in the mountains?”

The man nods, driving small bits of wood into his cheek. He groans and winces, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

“Y-Yes,” he stammered in a sob. “My colleagues and I th-theorized that the dreamer might b-be the djinn bu-b-but no one has been able to get past the dr-dragon o-on the bridge…”

Her eyes narrowed as the clockwork churned in her mind. As she removed her foot, the man tried to crawl away from them on all fours in some desperate fight or flight attempt to save himself. Rhea did not chase. Instead, she looked to her charges, itching the inside of her ear with her finger.

“Annoying but informative,” she noted. “Not sure if I trust him but it was something. What do you think? Shall we go and see what awaits us?”



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Menat

Menat
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Now Menat was just confused about the situation. Sure it made sense that, even though she offered nothing but an open and compassionate heart to the creature the unicorn would still be weary and nervous of her. It was a wild creature of course and it made sense that for ever cautiounary step the Princess took towards it the beast would instead take one step back in response regardless of how non-threatening she attempted to make herself appear. Finally she simply opted to stop advancing on the creature altogether and stand before it, locked with those stunning blue eyes.

No. None of that had confused her. Instead it was the fact that a voice, a seemingly humanish and feminine voice, seemed to speak from the majestic being before her despite it not being physically capable of so. The first thing the voice said was by far the most confusion inducing part of the whole encounter however. The first thing the voice said to her was that she had no idea what Menat had been talking about. Apparently regardless of her desire to stop approaching the unicorn the creature itself decided to take action. At least Menat believed it to be the creature. A wall of light appeared in her path before her and ensured she wouldn't be able to continue to close the space between the two of them as the voice spoke once again. It instructed her that if she were in search of the "Sleeping Dreamer" then she would need to make her way to the castle. A warning was included that "great peril" would await her inside.

"Hold on!" She'd call over the wall. " Aren't I heading that way already? I thought this was the path to the dungeon? Or the castle. Whichever!" She awaited for the woman's voice to speak again but a slight sense of panic began to creep within her chest at the idea she had been going the wrong direction and had possibly lost time and ground that her fellow challengers could have easily made up. The Spriggan Queen listened, yes, but her attention was drawn to the sash decorating her torso. Her mind drifint back to her final encounter with Aadav. Not the decaying abomination of flora she had put out of his misery but the memories imparted to her in return for her gesture of returning him to his family. The sash had belonged to his real daughter, Jahanvi. Those memories Aadav had gifted her had been the experiences of his actual daughter and now that she had shared them there was no way Menat would ever be able to consider her fellow princess to be a kind of sister.

The sash of her sister figure grew bright in her hands as she removed it, the magic seal woven into the natural fibers composing the garment activating as she held it out. Plant life all around her, mainly from the earth and carpet of leaves, pulled up and together as a steed of her own formed. The sash altering itself to take the form of a saddle and reins for Menat's use. Not a true horse, more like a stag that had inherited draconic features. Khiimori. He had belonged to Jahanvi as her personal steed and through this gift Menat was able to simulate the creature's revival. She would mount the Khiimori, sitting upon its saddle as she awaited the final directions and advice from the unicorn with her aim to head for the dungeon at top speeds and Khiimori would be just her ticket to do it.

Magoi: 340/360
Stamina: 175/175

notes:

Jahanvi's Legacy:

Silva Kaida

Silva Kaida
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Silva, the muse of the golden song, would look intrigued as Seimi mentioned what he was currently here for. "Oh yes, I had heard talk of princess Ren but do not know anything besides her status as a daimyo daughter." He would say before looking towards the tower. "Could I please have a glance of this letter if you have it on you. I would like to try to better ascertain the situation. But either way it sounds urgent so let us hurry onto her trail. I do not have any ability for tracking but we can find her if we are quick"

With this he would grow in size as his muscles ripple and swell showing him in a similar muscle size as the man before him. "unless you have horses he should run.

Zion

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The masked figure flinched and shrunk back timidly when berated. A slender hand holding the pipe danced through the air as the crazy woman swung her hammer. A single golden tail emerged from below, wrapping around to defend against the blunt attack. The shell of magoi around the tail was then shattered leaving Zion with a dumbfounded expression behind the mask. His silver furred tail then returned to hang down behind him like the others. But close observers might notice...there was one extra tail compared to before. A real tail, its fur a slightly more vibrant silver and softer compared to the fakes Zion had worn for his disguise. The magician hoped his flourish with the wand earlier would fool others into thinking it was just an odd borg spell.

At the very least, the scowling woman seemed pleased with the results, but her words made Zion frown. The way she used the slur, Goi, made his skin crawl with less than fond memories of home. Of the people who tried to stop him from building a place where magicians and the other tribes of the world could co-mingle peacefully. But he also knew others used the term without so much hate. It was used in the academy curriculum after all. For now all the fox could do was shake his head before moving to follow after. Despite how he felt about this first impression he still chose to follow after the woman when beckoned. After all, the rukh around her was strangely active and seemed to be converging where ever she went.  

Should Zana also join the group then Zion would trail back to walk side by side with him and leaned in closed to whisper softly in the velvety voice. "I don't want to conquer the dungeon. What about you? What brings you here?"

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15[ Dungeon ] [ Gate ] The Rise of Dawn Empty Ghost and a Dragon Egg 06/06/23, 04:06 am

Ghost

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The very air started to feel thin. Breathing became a bit hard to do but only for a quick moment.
Ghost could not feel anything. But the hot breath was something it was well aware of. Not because he had inside knowledge of it. But because he saw the plants burn away. A smile would soon come upon his face. As he saw a large shadow flew overhead. This was something that didn't catch him off his rockers. But it did surprise him a bit. As he was feeling a bit of nervousness about what stood before him. Have not been seen in many years. Its sheer size alone was a lot to take in. Within his very sight was none other than a dragon. A beast who fought with the gods themselves.  As Ghost held the golden egg in his grip. He would slowly turn to the Myth that stood in front of him.

*As Ghost would clap his hands slowly and then took a bow yet staying on his rockers as well.* Soon he would look up and then would say to the beast. Rather he understood his you're or not. He would then say to it. "Even amongst the mighty a Dragon is still feared. But just like you. I am only one of a few remaining of my kind. I've given a round of applause because. This first act of the Tower Of Power has played upon me has been a standing ovation.* He would stop and pause for a moment as he looked on. Scanning the sheer size of the Dragon."Within the tarot card word. A Dragon means two things. A new beginning and a terrible ending. I've already had a terrible ending. But then there is another reading and that's that. Once the dragon is pulled. An unexpected Journey will soon follow. Tell me Mytical one. Which one will you grant me this day?"

As he looked on he would be truly ready to take on what was next to come his way. As Gjost had many plans but meeting a Dragon was not one of them.  


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Placed the egg on his steed

Saint Germain

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"Oh, damn, she really went for it!" Teresa could not believe her eyes, watching the Dormshan native gulp down Delta’s pill. "There should not be any surprise, ourself. We calculated the chance of them agreeing at an above-average rate." "Yeah, and there’s one thing you saying that and another thing her doing it." "Do you not trust our calculations?" "Don’t make me answer that…"

"But trust them or not, you got it right this time. We better follow after her to see if it actually works. You know better than me that it doesn’t always." "We calculate the chance of success at 48%." "Hey, isn’t the lower than usual?" "We have recalculated using the possibility of unknown factors derived from Malphas." "You mean the Djinn could prevent it from working properly?" "Indeed." "Then let’s follow and make sure this experiment doesn’t go south, huh?"

Zana

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It spelled bad news for Zana. Oh- he was to regret not heeding the words of the woman with quite the sharp tongue. It was quite the hard task to disregard this new maiden that tried to lead him towards herself.

Zana failed miserably. In response to the lady shaped figure, the young man was to halt within his tracks, and listen to her soft words. However, soon enough, Zana felt the wrath of the scar-faced woman.

Zana: "Ah-! Apologies-! Please calm down, ma'am! I can certainly escort you to the dungeon! Eh- I had plans to study the dungeon, so this works out well for me."

A bead of sweat came down the cheek of Zana. It was not wise of him to deny this woman of escorting to the dungeon, so, Zana lied.

It is true Zana was to study the dungeon, but he had been having second thoughts. It is nothing short of risky. Zana contemplated whether joining the dungeon was the best choice, but, he had to man up for his own sake.

In a haste to escort the woman, the man followed suit behind her. Yet, the other maiden too was to join with. Zana could not help but wonder why, considering how frightening miss scar-face was. It was to seem the maiden though was keen on talking to Zana.

Zana: "Oh- huh.. I want to study the dungeon- but I would not mind being a conqueror.. It would be a dream come true."

A young man who could only dream was to say. However, that dream was one perverted with women begging to be wed.

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Silva Kaida
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After Silva requested to look at the letter, Seimei took no time in reaching into the fold of his kimono to pull out the small square of beige parchment and hand it over to the muse. It had a faint scent of roasted tea and patchouli with a hint of death. Upon inspection, the letter would read as follows:

Ren's Letter:

The nogitsune heaved a sigh that reflected the weight he had on his shoulders. A not-so-dead brother and a missing Magi he had been in charge of until this morning. It was enough to make an ordinary man crack beneath the pressure. But with Silva and his bolstering form, he remained standing tall.

“We know where she has gone. There is just the matter of getting there,” he said, gesturing towards the open exit of the ship before beginning to head out himself. At the doorway, he stops, giving a confident pat to his own leg. “Good thing is… you and I have the legs of champions.”

In addition to his more vulpine features, Seimei had the speed to back it up. He found himself having to move a bit slower for the old man but it was enough to outspeed most of the dangers that might harm them.

Half the distance to the dungeon, he slowed a bit before stopping right in his tracks. To their side, an alternate path appeared, lined with dozens of vermilion torii. His gaze fixed upon it and without much thought, he turned to walk down it, ushering Silva to follow suit.

Between these gates were statues of foxes in different poses, yielding a variety of stone items in mouth and paw. Jewels, keys, sheafs of rice, scrolls, and even smaller cubs. Further down was a small shrine where the two would find their destination to be. Seimei halted his tracks here, giving a light kick to the bottom of it.

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“Watashi no O-Inari-sama,” he drolled, bored in tone as though he had said it a million times before that. “Come on out. We haven’t got all morning.”

A burst of rukh plumed forth from the shrine and out materialized a short-statured woman with fox ears and a multitude of tails behind her. She had an irritated expression, pouting her lips out as she looked up at the blonde man in protest. Then, noticing Silva, her demeanor brightens and her tails swish with her growing interest.

“Oh… Sei. You brought such a handsome guest!”

Seimei glanced back at Silva for a second, shrugging. “So, are you going to do it or not?” The kitsune pouted once more, looking the muscled muse up and down a few times as she decided. “Hmm,” she hummed, placing hand to her lips like a closed fan.

With an audible kiss, she bends her hand downwards to reveal  her palm, blowing a harmless plume of foxfire towards Silva. There was no heat to it even as it neared him and with a strange, comforting warmth — it entered him through his chest. He would find that he felt no different from before but the lecherous thoughts the woman seemed to be thinking towards his blonde-haired companion began to intrude his thoughts.

“There,” she said, smiling as Seimei took her hand in his, giving her a chaste kiss atop of it as thanks. “It is nothing special like I gave you all those years ago, Sei. But he is cute.”

Trait Obtained: Kitsune Affinity:

“You’re the best, Inari,” he said. Then, he turned to face Silva, cocking one of his brows upward. “So, how do you feel?”

Menat
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The unicorn did not so much as blink in response. Yet her voice, filled with emotion, eclipsed the stoicness of her equine face. “All roads thou might find lead to the castle,” she informed the princess. Her tufted chin raises upward, snout pointing to the canopy of trees. “If thou but lift thy head to upward gaze, you shall not miss it.”

With a few clicks of her hooves, she turns back into the forest, disappearing within the foliage leaving but remnants of silver dust behind.

Given affirmation in the direction she must take, Menat would be able to ride out of the forest and onto the winding mountain path leading to the castle above. At the top, she would find herself face to face with the grand bridge that stood between her and the castle.

An unsettling silence filled the expanse around her. No one was there. Not a soul in sight. Just her. Yet she would soon find it did not matter whether she heeded herself with caution at the beginning or rushed with her steed down the bridge.

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The ground trembled from the sheer force of wind blasted up from the darkness of the pit below, slowing her advance. Thick, chilling black smog swirled up into the air, blotting out the light from the setting sun. Fear of something unplaced and an overflowing dread crept into her heart as her gaze was forced ahead towards the gathering smoke.

Denser did the blackness grow, twisting and shaping into something much larger than it had seemed capable of. All the light disappeared behind its gargantuan form, casting a long  dark shadow that seemed to eclipse the mountain itself. Massive wings spread outward, hooked talons clipped against the bridge as it tread forward, revealing a draconic figure with eyes brimming with blinding light like bursting stars.



Its maw spread agape, revealing rows of sharpened teeth. In its throat, an entrancing nightscape of stars and clouds of color. With a deafening roar the sound of a thousand drums, the air rips toward her with an unbearable heat as the cosmos itself threatens to engulf her in its ire.

The lingering fumes of ethanol in the air burst into flame around her in a violent explosion, igniting bits of her plant-like form into smoldering cinders.

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Enemy: Oragann, the Progenitor:

Zana & Zion
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Much to his luck, no one in the crew had noticed the truth of Zion’s physique. Not even the woman herself.

Even in their march into the forest, she had just seemed pleased enough that each of them were subservient and magicians to boot. Much like the other men who tread at her heels.

The dangers of the forest threatened each step taken. Yet the scar-faced woman held to her convictions, beating back the otherworldly plants and fauna one spell at a time. It seemed she was talented with heat magic and dabbled in few other  elements such as light and strength. Each spell complimented her temper. Flashes of bright flame and feats of great force. Zana or Zion would see no reason to use their magic. But as their group neared the mountain path, something unnatural blotted out the golden light in the skies above.

“Fuck,” the woman cursed under her breath. “Someone made it to the bridge before us. Poor sod.”

Motioning with her hand, she commands the group to attention.

“Listen up. Some of us have been up there before. But for those who have not, we’ll need to prepare you.”

A few of the men, more weathered in their appearance, gather around the others. Some seemed more nervous than the others, voices whispering with worries of what was happening. Rukh of different colors fluttered around the group as each magician she commanded uttered their spells. Each of different names yet those who knew magic formulae well enough would realize the commands were all the same.

“What is up there will make you turn tail and run or worse. We’ve seen our men go mad and throw themselves from that mountain just to save themselves.”

She scoffed, shaking her head.

“This spell should make it easier to endure the pressure,” she said. “You still won’t feel very brave while you’re up there but at least you won’t go rushing to your death.”

Ability Used: Qalb Shuja:

When the spell finalizes, both Zion and Zana would feel an immediate boost of confidence and courage. Enough to make one feel that they could conquer the world. Yet it was clear that it would not hold long.

Now, all that was left was to complete the climb up the mountain to where the dungeon would await them. But before they left, the woman would allow them a small chance to gain knowledge:

“Any questions before we head up there?”

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Saint Germain
@Saint Germain

While traversing the vast Dormshan forests, enough time would pass that would give the Saint Germain time to doubt their methods as the calculated 48% of true success would tick below promising thresholds. Even as she asked not once but thrice to partake in another pill. Whether the duo indulged her in these requests, it was clear that the sought after results did not come to be as one would expect.

Kaguya did not quite meld into their collective but the two would find themselves open to her thoughts. All of which held little significance as all she thought about was what she mumbled aloud as the trio walked — finding her father and the unbearable complaints about how much her head hurt.

She began walking backwards, staring at the two as though expecting them to cure the boredom painted clear on her stoic face.

“I want something to eat.”

The statement was paired with a dimming of the light in her gaze. Similar to how that of a shark blackens at the scent of blood. Her tail twirls in idle circles behind her, scales prickling with the hairs at the back of her neck.

“What if I had one of you for lunch and saved the other for later?”

She had not been asking them, but herself. Contemplating one of their demises with each step she took. Papa could eat the other one, she thought, His snack was bad. Yet despite her gluttonous intent, she made no move to harm them.

Then, she stopped with a smile that lit her face up like a lantern.

“I got it! Let’s play a game. You two will hide and I will seek. Whoever gets found first is for lunch and the other is saved.”

The draglann turned around then, placing her hands over her eyes, shut tight beneath them. She gave them little choice in the matter as she began to count.

“One… two…”

“… Three… four…”

What choice the two Saint Germain did have was that they could abandon their experiment or indulge in her game and make the sacrifice for better or for worse.

Ghost
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The dragon did not heed his words with a response of sentience but as a creature like itself would. It was in the fire that spilled from its throat that Ghost found the answer to his question.

Flame spread across the ground, licking hot at his feet towards his mount. The vermilion scaled dragon clawed herself forward towards the witch king. Her tail whipped back and forth, hurling debris into the air around them. Setting her sights on Ghost, she attempted to snap her ember flecked maw around him.

It was clear that the dragon was not letting him go. Would he choose to fight her or flee?

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Enemy: Red Dragon:

Emperor Jaja
@Emperor Jaja

Venus and the foal disappeared into the dense forests of Dormsha before Jahangir or Rhea could catch sight of them again. Yet with the guidance of the rukh and the Corvus’ tracking skill, it did not take long for them to catch up to the two. The brush began to thin, opening up into a clearing, and the sound of a gentle stream grew clearer.

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Just as they reached the clearing, a familiar voice rang out that caused his metal vessel to grow heavier atop his head. Though it was more youthful than he could recall, the king candidate could not mistake the sound of his own djinn:

Gremory.



“You are losing your touch, Jahangir.”

There he stood in the clearing, hovering over the small, sobbing girl and the injured unicorn foal as her trembling hands tried to wrap a long leaf around its leg. It cried out in pain but submitted to her assistance. The djinn smiled, approving of her conviction.

“Yet you seem to have sired a child that is stronger than you had been at twice her age.”

His age was much younger than the king candidate would remember him and his skin tinged less blue. Yet he had not changed one bit from all those years ago. Gremory closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. For that moment, he contemplated his next words with a furrowed brow.

“While I had made a promise that I would not guide you, know that what lies ahead will take more strength and power than even I can provide for you,” he said. “I will give you the choice of who will receive some of my power but it will come at a consequence of great sacrifice. Think of it as a reassessment of your strength.”

The djinn turns to Jahangir, holding out his hand to materialize a golden staff within it that seemed to pulse with black-tinged force.

“Bestow upon the child a vessel and forfeit the life of the beast she grows fond of.”

Venus gave Gremory a fearful glance, then directed it towards her father, shaking her head as if to tell him no. Though the household vessel would protect her, who knew what the unicorn foal could offer with its ties to this place?

“Or bestow upon the woman a vessel and rob her of who she prides herself to be.”

Rhea turned her face from the two men. A tenseness formed in her shoulders, growing more anxious of the impending decision. Though the household vessel would be an honor, would robbing such a Corvus of their lineage ruin her?

“It is your choice, Jahangir. I implore you to make it swift as the Magi will soon regain her control and I will be forced back into my vessel.”

It seemed more than ever, the king was running out of time. Would he make the choice or decline the offer before it was too late?

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Silva Kaida

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SIlva was not as surprised as he once would have been seeing a fox woman appear before him. He had seen several of these kitsune in Kina, mainly in the hinamoto courts. He did not expect however, for the woman to give him some sort of special blessing. "I can feel that something is different but I am not sure until i see this blessing in action. But i thank you for this ma'am" he would say with a bow. "apologies for my rudeness but we must hurry to the dungeon for the Princess's sake"

He would once again start running to the dungeon once more. Silva had always been proud of his physical body but found himself slower than Seimi. But they were able to keep up with him quite easily.

He was surprised to see a massive dragon near the dungeon, this being seemed to be something that was above the level that the magician could handle. He seemed the same as the priest in kina that he had come across. He would take this chance to try to run across tot he dungeon without earning the wrath of the being. "quick movements, no sound he whispers to his comrade as they run.

By this point he would begin to become affected by the being's divine presence. He would begin to see visions of a man he wished to never see before. He had regained him memories of his past but had chosen to forget them. But now he was seeing the face of his brother, specifically him standing over the bodies of those that he was become close to. Manami, Akihito, SHou, Ilerio, El and many more. He would start to lose focus and needed to gain some kind of clarity.

He could not not concentrate enough to cast a spell so instead he would take the end of his staff and stab it into his foot. This would hurt him of course but the pain would be a good way to jog his senses.

If Abe is having difficulties with the magic Silva would pick him up with his superior strength and sprint to the dungeon attempting to touch the gate.

Ghost

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It was as he expected the Kaju of legend would attack him. A simple smile would come upon his face followed by a sigh of sadness.
Ghost looked on at his magical steed yet another Kaju well nearly one. Who he had under his control as the dragon moved to launch his attack. Ghost could hear the items falling. Seeing that it is a dragon he had all he needed to know about it.
As he took his magical arm Terra's First, he would already ready be punching the ground. As if he knew he would need to do it. As he did such a thing a four-meter boulder would then form.
The boulder would be there to block the incoming fire long enough for Ghost to touch his Steed.
"As soon as he touched his steed the horse would come to life as Ghost jumped on its back. As it took to the sky it would look down at the dragon. Rushing in at it with its speed it would launch its hooves at the dragon.

All the while the horse was doing that Ghost was ready to counter it with his next attack. As Ghost would then say out loud. " Only the dead have seen the end of war. That is one of my most favorite of quotes."





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Magoi 480/440- 30-15=395

Menat

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The unicorn had given her adequant enough advice in which direction that she needed to take that Menat felt appropriately stupid enough for having panicked and asked in the first place. According to the equine creature it didn't matter what path she took as all of them would lead to the "castle" and it would have been easier for her if she would just look up through the canopy of the trees from time to time. Her Khiimori dutifully charged along at its maximum speed, vapor trails of ethenol whipping along behind it and lightly coating Menat who remained seated atop its back.

The ride came to a halt as the Khiimari slowed to a trot before finally coming to a complete stop at the start of a sizable stone bridge spanning a gaping pit of pitch black darkness. There was a clear strangeness to the moment as Menat sat there atop her Khiimori. Everything had gone silent. From the winds no longer rustling the foliage around her to a lack of animals simply existing to the very fact that Menat herself couldn't hear her own breathing, not quite as if it were as audible or even noticable since her transformation. It was drastically unnerving and as far as Menat had learned that meant something powerful enough to be an unquestionable threat was here.

Her suspicions were confirmed as a smog as black as the pit itself began to rise from it, drifting up on either side of the bridge before rejoining into a single mass that seemed to block out the light of the very sun itself. She could feel pure, primal fear rising up from her very core and expand out like liquid from an overturned cup to overtake her body as she watched the being before her form a body from the smoke and mist. The being before her was a massive draconian entity that drowned her in its own shadows from its sheer size still being enough to obscure the setting sun behind it. The creature crept towards her with hooked talons scraping against the stonework of the bridge, its maw parting to give her the view of what was arguably a dazzling scene that could put the most amazing nighttime sky to shame. A void of darkness filled the dragon's mouth dotted with twinkling lights like those of stars and clouds of countless shifting colors that drifted against the darkness that momentarily put the fears this creature had stirred within her to rest with the sheer beauty of the imagery.

That was all enough of a distraction for a wave of pure heat to wash over her and her Khiimori, igniting the trailes of ethenol vapors her mount produced and knocking her off of it with a small explosion that ignited the bark serving as natural armor for her Spriggan body. The girl's immediate reaction upon hitting the dirt was to roll away from her Khiimori in an attempt to smother the flames that had ignited along her skin before they could do worse damage. Her survival instincts in full force from the fear induced by the dragon's arrival. Her face broke out into a wide grin as she lifted her head to face the threat before her.

One might have imagined that Menat would have gone mad as a result of the primal fear that had swelled within her if they were to watch her and to some degree they may have been correct in that judgement. But what had actually happened was a moment of clarity as she lay pressed against the ground in those few seconds. The girl spent virtually every day of her life living in fear from the physical form that Magi had "gifted" her with his stupid fruit. The weight of her position as the eldest of her mother's children and the duties of being a princess of a newly made nation that was still looking for a footing in the world. It was all such a suffocating weight on the girl that she had been forced to hide herself, her real self, once she left Reim to reunite with her family.

This moment would drive others away with fear and terror as they prioritised their own lives and safety over all else. But in this moment, away from those who viewed her as the recluse princess of Empress Merrze of Meridia and especially her mother did she realize that she had the opportunity to be herself. To be the young adventurer that found thrill in the dangers of a proper challenger. Rising from her prone position against the ground Menat made the option to dash forward once she had reached a runner's starting position. Her goal was to make her way below the dragon's maw before it could release the undoubtable breath of cosmic flames it was no doubt prepared to unleash. Her left arm uncoiled, dividing into an uncountable mass of plant tendrals and vines as she moved forward, risking the chance it could release its attack in full before she could find an opening to. Aiming for the ideal position to dive out of the way from the creature's maw and lash out for it with her Devil's Snare technique as she dodged. Her aim was to bind the creature's mouth shut with her vines long enough to send her Khiimori in without fear of it going up in the dragon's flames.

The Khiimori itself charged forward, Menat's cry for it to go coming as the vines looped around the dragon's mouth yet before snapping it firmly closed. The Khiimori's Sacred Inebriation ability would offer her the advantage of stunning her massive foe's limbs and leaving him in a prime position to take full control of the fight. The Khiimori would explode in a shower of alcohol, either raining down on top of the dragon or even splattering directly in the creature's face.

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Stamina: 175/175

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"Umm, that went south way too quick!" Fumbling at the dragon-shaped crossbow on her back, Teresa yanked Delta behind her by his collar and readied her hand at the magic circle, "But the chances of success were almost 50%. Probability suggests that the treatment should have succeeded?" "It’s probability! There’s nothing to it other than a toss of the dice. There’s no fate in play, just luck!" "What should we do now, ourself?" "Well, if we don’t get results, the higher-ups are gonna boot our asses off the project, right?" "That is what we were told." Pouring magoi into the magic circle, Teresa would pull Delta into the fast-growing dragon formed from the Dracolisk, "So we have to play this game with her - and I don’t want either of us to lose." And with that, the two Saint Germains burrowed beneath the ground, leaving small trails of bubbling liquid where they had once been.


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Zion

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Behind the mask was an expression of amusement. Judging by Zana's attitude one might think he were out for a casual stroll rather than risking his life to challenge a dungeon. Was it confidence? Arrogance? Perhaps the man was just a fool. But people could be more than they seemed at face value. The kitsune turned his eyes to the woman leading them and observed her carefully. The treatment she had given them earlier suggested she did not value their lives very highly. But now it was clear that she did not simply plan to use them as shields. Violent and beautiful, she blazed a path for them through the many dangers on the path. Nothing could delay them until inky darkness swallowed the sky.

It did not escape the magician's notice that their leader seemed to be rather well informed. He wondered how much she knew as she began to explain the situation. Apparently this knowledge had come at a high cost. Perhaps this was the source of her anger and...was it restlessness? Zion couldn't help but feel that their mysterious leader was being driven by something deeper than a desire for treasure. Contrasted with Zana who seemed like an aimless leaf carried here by the whimsical wind it made Zion almost laugh. This trip to a dungeon had brought him into an interesting company of companions. It was then that the leader cast her spell. The commands to the rukh she used were clear and crisp bringing Zion inspiration to used them for himself some day.

As the magic washed over him he was already consciously aware of its effects due to his prior study of clairvoyance and life magics. But even so that awareness did not dull the boiling in his blood as confidence and courage surged. The youth balled his fist tightly as flashes of his father and his mentor both guiding him on a path towards greatness. The fears and anxieties he had brought with him were now beginning to melt away. Without even thinking about it, he released his kitsune transformation and returned to his natural state. Human ears were replaced with fox ears and the fake tails fell to the floor as eight more real ones burst out to sway gracefully behind him. There was no longer a reason to hide his identity or to mistrust these comrades in arms. All there before them now was victory. But what did victory look like?

When asked if there were questions, Zion removed his mask and lifted it to draw attention to himself as he spoke in his true voice. A sonorous young man's voice asked, "Do we fight, or do we rush into the dungeon?" It was important to clarify their goal before heading up to face the dragon. If their group was not all on the same page, the ensuing chaos could result in more losses.

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Zana

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It stunned the man; this scar-faced woman was not a person to take lightly. Zana had to muster the courage to continue on. However, upon nearing the mountain path toward the bridge, the mage could not help but cower once more. In the skies, an unnatural figure was to begin to blot out the light from the bright sun. It made Zana question where the woman derived this assertive confidence from. Yet, before long, Zana was to realize: being pathetic was to get the man nowhere. If the woman could be this bold- then why not he?

Zana: "Ah- okay.. okay.. I can do this!"

It was then he said this, before he was then cast a spell on. Zana had not been listening to what the scar-faced maiden was spouting, but now- the man felt on top of the world suddenly. It was rather odd- but Zana had no time to wonder what just changed. However, then Zion was to poise the new man a question: to fight or to rush past the guardian figure.

Zana: "Oh- uh.. we run!"

It was his natural disposition to run, rather than fight. It was certain his confidence was now at an all time high, but, you could not teach an old dog new tricks. In his emboldened state, he was to climb up, before then rushing at his top speed toward the gate. Under the bright sun, the exhilarated man was to grin ear to ear, not wishing to even take a look back. It was clear Zana was now better than ever!  

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