Stalkerkain

Seeing Hoshiko take the lead against the mage, Rosalvya followed up to ensure no one else would be harmed by his magic. Forever. "Wrong move, mage," she said. "You should've aimed for me." Move to J5, equip Iron Sword, attack Mage 1

Magna Sigyl (33/39 HP) Magna had taken a step back amidst the fighting to survey the battlefield. Her allies were still fighting against the horde of skeletons, which was truly a sight to behold. But one thing seemed to bother her. "Funny... no matter how many we take down, the number of them don't seem to be decreasing." With this many skeletons being flung about, as she wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't missing... an... arm... herself... Magna scrambled around the field, as she desperately tried to find an arm for herself. Eyeing an ideal candidate, Magna went to rip off its arm for herself. Reave [1d10 + INT(8)] Dragon Tooth Warrior A. Also, take his arm. --------------------- Soryn Eclaire (51/60 HP) Soryn stared idly at the horde with disgust. Someone of his stature shouldn't have to bother with common footsoldiers. But he had let his arrogant nature precede him. He had no knowledge of his whereabouts. His surroundings differed greatly from what he was familiar with. Perhaps he was in a different world entirely...? Preposterous. He would worry about that at a later time. "Absolutely no blood to work with," he spat. "I simply detest the undead..." The Blood Well is being filled! (17/72) Soryn casts Hemosphere on himself, consuming 25% of current health to create a barrier [1.25(25% of current health (13))] of 17 health around him! Upon breaking, Hemosphere will deal [Original Barrier Health (17)/1.5] a total of 12 damage to the attacker!

Magna Sigyl "No no no no no no I'm too young to die," Magna screamed, as she flailed helplessly in the air. But then again, she was already dead, she chuckled to herself. Wind rushed around her, causing her robes to flutter aimlessly in the wind. She watched, as her compatriots fell all around her at faster speeds. Her training covered many things, but never falling from lethal heights. As Magna neared closer to the ground, she performed an act of desperation. Materializing her scythe, she threw the weapon straight downwards, making several arcs in the air before embedding itself into the ground. With as much grace as she could muster, Magna landed on the pommel of her scythe with poise. Her red glow emanated from her eye sockets once more, as she reopened her eyes. "O-oh." She was going to be okay. Magna hopped off her scythe, rematerializing it from out of the ground, back into her hand again. It had seemed that everyone else had, more or less, arrived safely. With the imminent fear of falling to her death gone, it was apparent that they were in a more dangerous predicament than before. Hoardes of skeletons, as far as the eye could see, surrounded the area around them. She had seen Hiroki land a little further from where Magna had landed, and moved over to greet her. "These seem like my kind of people, don't you think, H.K.?" Reave [1d10 + INT(8)] Dragon Tooth Warrior x 10 A ------------------------------ Soryn Éclaire Soryn started plummeting headfirst towards the ground, as he made a futile attempt at continuing to read his book. The wind caused the pages to flutter wildly and about, causing Soryn to discard the book with little regard. "Merde! First I am teleported out of my own free will to some god-forsaken castle. Then, as soon as I get remotely comfortably, the universe decides it has a sense of humor and teleports me yet again." Soryn's eyes narrowed in irritation, as he was just about fed up with the current situation. Wings, like that of a bat unfolded from his back as he began to slow his descent to the ground. Right before he landed, he opened up his umbrella, gently dropping him off to the ground. He wanted answers. Now. But as much as he wanted things to be explained, he could clearly see that now was obviously not the time for such frivolities. They would deal with their more immediate issues in front of them. From his umbrella, he drew the sword concealed within its central chamber. He raised his left arm in the air gracefully, as if delicately holding a violin in the air. With his sword, he lay the blade above his wrist, as if laying the bow atop the strings of a violin. And in an instance, he sliced his wrist open in a deft movement. Blood spilled forth, but instead of falling to the ground, it floated around him as if gravity ceased to exist. The wound from his wrist seamlessly closed up, as if he had never been wounded to begin with. From the instance of the blood harmless flowing in the air around Soryn, the blood violently formed in a spear, impaling his foes. Impale [[INT(9) + 60% of missing health (4)] x Nocturnal modifier (1.3)] Dragon Tooth Beasts x 10 A

As Rosalvya shielded her eyes from the sunlight, she could see a wyvern begin to barrel towards her. Attempting to grasp the first strike, Rosalvya swung out at the wyvern rider, only to be knocked off her feet by the wyvern's momentum. Fortunately for that, the rider's attack had only met air. She sprung to her feet, preparing for a second encounter, only to see the rider retreating over the wall from whence he came. With a balled up fist, she shook her hand in the air, bellowing her discomfort the only way she knew how. "Friggen' wyverns!" Move to K6, activate Leaf on the Wind

"This heat sure is something," She exhaled, focusing on the task at hand. Rosalvya surveyed the blockade in front of them, looking for any gaps in their defense. Unfortunately, it would not seem that the Dragao army would be that careless. There were guards posted as far as the eye could see, and force was the only option for their little group. But between the heavily armed forces to the east, and the lone guard to the west, she knew the obvious path to take. She moved forward through the sand, noting the difficulty of movement she'll have. With her target in sight, she moved forth. Move to J7, Equip Iron Sword, and activate Wind Leaf On The

"The best in the city? No wonder that you're out of stock then. I would have loved to see your work." Rosalvya frowned, making no effort to hide her displeasure. They would have to look elsewhere for Radburn's sheathe. "My companion was hoping to find a sheathe for his weapon, but I supposed it can't be helped if you don't have anything. Is there another smithy in town you'd recommend to buy one?" "As for me, I was wondering if I could at least have my sword repaired." Rosalvya took out the iron sword at her side for the blacksmith to inspect. From the outside, the sheathe was badly worn, with multiple nicks and marks adorning it's side. Rosalvya knew that not much better could be said for the blade itself, despite her best efforts to maintain it. No amount of maintenance could stop time itself. "And would it be possible to have the job done before dusk breaks? My travelling companions and I are only in the city for today, before we are back on the road. I don't know when I'll get another opportunity like this."

Rosalvya looked over at the displays, baffled. She looked at the shop owner, and then back to shop name, wondering if the man back at the linen store had played some sort of elaborate prank on them. She gave a troubled look to Radburn, before going up to address the shopkeeper. "Pardon the nature of my next question, but, this is The Pink Sword, right?" Rosalvya said, as she stared at the empty displays. "The man who owned the clothing shop just up the street told us we could find a smithy here."

"Thanks for the information. We'll pay a visit there." Rosalvya turned and gave a little wave, as she exited the shop. The few words she caught Radburn saying as she rejoined the two were enough to cue her in on what they were talking about. She thought it would be a sore subject, given how many times she imagined people brought it up. But nothing seemed to perturb that bravado of his. Klaren's recent purchase seemed to make him more chipper than usual. "Come on you two, what are you standing around for? Daylight's wasting! The smithy is just down the street!"

"My, it seems like you've come to a decision already," she said, as she walked over to the both of them. She looked over to the thread that the shopkeeper was offering to Klaren. Rosalvya's eyes glazed over as she couldn't really tell the difference in quality from any other thread. So long as Klaren liked it, and the shopkeeper didn't charge them an arm for it, she had no qualms about purchasing it. As the two continued chatting, Rosalvya's eyes lit up again at the mention of a blacksmith. "Did your mother set up shop in Hearthlight? My companion and I have some business with a blacksmith, and wanted to find one before the day was over."

"There's a store that might have what you're looking for," she said as she pointed to the man dancing without a care. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you carried any golden thread-" She was about to ask, when she started to hear Radburn's exasperated breaths as he raggedly caught up to them. She gave him a strange look, before she laughed at his disheveled appearance. "If that's all that takes to wind the great Radburn, then we have to start improving your stamina," she said smugly, hiding the fact that she had plenty of time to catch her breath. "Anyways, you have good timing, as we were going to do some shopping for Klaren. Is there anything you wanted to pick as well while we're in the city, Radburn?"

Rosalvya let out a small sigh. Perhaps she was overreacting a little. "A head start won't help you, Klaren," she grinned, as she ran after Klaren. She overtook Klaren with relative ease, but didn't run too far ahead of him to avoid losing him in the crowd. She ducked and weaved past the citizens, bewildered by the two figures dashing through the city. Eventually, the streets began to blend into the market, with stalls lining the sides. She slowed down to a halt and waited for Klaren to catch up, as well as catch her breath. "Klaren, about earlier..." she paused. "Sorry if I sounded uptight back there. I guess I'm just a little high-strung right now because of all that's going on. I just have a bad feeling about something. I just hope that I'm wrong."

"Hm, maybe I shouldn't have been so concerned for you after all. Besides, that lady was just trying to do her job," Rosalvya said, as she half-halfheartedly scolded Klaren. Her mind was elsewhere, hoping that the others won't find themselves in trouble. "Though, I wonder if we still have the luxury of being so casual, with all the commotion that's going around. Let's be quick about what we have to buy, and keep an eye out for Ecquis and Mayanna. I'd also like to visit a blacksmith, if time allows for it."

"Luka, before you leave, would you mind telling Saf- I mean, the others to meet us back at the statue when the sun begins to set? That way everyone will known where to meet up. If any of you run into Dash, Mayanna, or Ecquis, make sure to tell them the same," said Rosalvya. The circumstances couldn't be helped, and she'd hope that none of their descriptions were leaked to their pursuers. She turned over to the now pouting Klaren, and gave him a little tug on his robe. "Come on, let's go look for some golden thread you were after, hm? The sun isn't going to be up forever." She waved to the rest of the group, as she began to drag Klaren away. Hopefully a distraction would be able to cheer Klaren up. "By the way, what was that whole deal about that... Erik... Pier? Fellow? That you were making a big deal out of?" she asked, puzzled.

"T-the king?" Rosalvya said nervously. That wasn't good news. At worst, someone from the king's escort might identify Saffron. "Um, what exactly draws his visit here?" While she waited for the tour guide to respond, she quietly whispered to her group. "S-should we be worried? Maybe someone should go warn Safforn."

"Come visit a blacksmith with me. I need to have my sword looked at, and while we're there," she said, pointing to Radburn's sword, "can see if we can get you fitted with a weapon." She didn't know how Radburn could be so awake. She, on the other hand, was definitely not a morning person. They walked towards the cart, planning on waiting for the rest of their party there. Rosalvya started climbing into the cart and halfway through, decided that it was too much effort, and rolled the rest of the way into the cart. "Why exactly don't you have a proper sword?"

Rosalvya immediately rose upright, as Klaren's voice echoed throughout the camp. She groaned, as she tried to blink away her fatigue. Whatever the commotion was, it was far too early to be woken. But she was already up, so she may as well start her day. After getting dressed, she groggily stumbled out of the tent with her sword in hand. She remembered that today was the day that they were finally heading into the city. She would be glad to have civilization after camping for so long. Letting out a big yawn, she went to locate Radburn's tent. With her sheathed sword, she pushed it through the tent flaps and tried to prod Radburn awake. "Wake up Radburn," she said, trying to stifle a yawn. "Come on, we're going to the city."

"Re...kindle?" she thought to herself. What exactly had she done to achieve that? "I was just having a chat with Klaren not too long ago, and his robe seemed to have come under my possession," she said, as she childishly fluttered the purple robe up and down. "Our conversation led me to go and find Terrin. Serene is here too, which is perfect. I seem to have acquired a book from a Dragao mage in our last battle, and was wondering if either of you two could put it to use. I asked Klaren, but he said he couldn't use it." Static (28/30) is offered to either of the mages for inspection.

Rosalvya pouted, as she couldn't illicit a reaction out of Hoshiko. She had probably noticed her presence from further away, given how unphased she was. That, or she had nerves of steel. Rosalvya let down her hood, and pulled out her hair from underneath the robe. She moved over to where both of them could see her. "I heard all the commotion and lightning, and was wondering what was going on," Rosalvya said innocently. "What are you two up to?"

Rosalvya smiled, as Klaren went off in the direction of the camp. He still had more energy than he knew how to deal with. But that wasn't such a bad thing. With tome and robe in hand, she went off in search of Terrin. Fortunately, that didn't seem to be that hard. He seemed to be practicing his lightning magic, given the flashes of lightning that occasionally pierced through the darkness. The noise was a little hard to ignore as well. As she approached closer, she could see Terrin and Hoshiko in the midst of a clearing. It seems like they were talking about something. In that moment, a mischievous grin made her way onto her face. She donned Klaren's robe, and kept the tome in hand. With the hood up, she tried her to best to approach Hoshiko from behind as silently as possible, while signaling Terrin not to reveal her presence. With her best Klaren impersonation, "Pee-ka-boo!"

"I see. It was one of the more in-tact items that one of the enemies still had. Well, I'm glad that the book is still usable. I'll do as you suggested, and see if Terrin would be interested in it," she said, as she tucked Klaren's robe under her arm. "There is something that you could help me out with. Would you mind visiting Anna for me and see if she has a needle and the color of thread you're looking for? After that, you can find me and I'll get started."

"I- um- okay. I'll try my best I suppose?" Rosalvya said hesitantly. She was no seamstress, but she would try to do her best. She figured she'd pay Anna a little visit later to see if she had some thread she could have to fulfill Klaren's request. She folded up Klaren's robe neatly, and rose up to move. "I'll try to start working on your robe tonight. I just have to see whether or not Anna has some golden thread I could have." "And- oh- before I forget," she paused, as she carefully picked up the tome she had found in the previous battle and delicately handed it to Klaren. "I found this book in our previous battle, and wondered if it's still useable." Static (28/30) handed over to Klaren

"W-wait! What do you think you're-" she began to protest, before she the purple robe landed in her face. "Um, so you want me to sew a... design for you?" she said, puzzled. It was certainly a strange request, coming from Klaren. She hadn't thought he was the type to care about appearances. She lifted the robe in the air, examining the garment. It was tattered and showed sign of wear. It was undoubtedly due to his willingness to be up close and personal with the enemy. The least she could do was mend it for him. "I'm afraid I only have basic experience with sewing, but I could try if you'd like. And also, what do you mean by a cool and mysterious scary hoodie."

"Someone will always come to help..." Rosalvya pondered in silence, as she mulled over Klaren's words. It was a strange feeling, to rely on others. After all, she had lived the second half of her life alone. But she had forgotten. She wasn't alone anymore. "Thank you Klaren, talking with you really cleared up my worries," Rosalvya said, as she let out a giggle. "Was there something you wanted to talk about as well? You were looking for me if I recall."

"N-no, of course not. It's just traditionally- um- I don't really see mages being sent to the frontlines. Especially if they don't have to," she tried to explain. "Huh? O-oh! Sorry!" she said, puzzled, before she realized how much pressure she was applying to Klaren's arm. She quickly undid part of the bandage to release the pressure. "This is a little embarrassing, but it's actually the opposite. I fight so that I can survive, but I find it terrifying to be on the frontlines. Back then, when I was fighting Ignexus, I wasn't sure I was going to make it. Even just not too long ago, Dash was gravely injured, and I don't know how he's doing. But when I see people like you and Meredith, I can't help but wonder, are you not afraid of dying?