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It was getting really intense now -- Cecily was down on the ground and there was blood going every which way, with the remaining people in the castle clashing what seemed rather climactically to Lizaveta. Still... there weren't many of the guards of this horrid monarchy left, now, and in fact she was pretty sure that Virtuous outnumbered them significantly. No reason to feel intimidated, then. She stepped forwards, tome in hand, and thrusted her hand in the direction of one of the surviving guards, sending lethal magic his way. Lizaveta goes to K14 and blasts Fighter C with W i n d y t i m e

Perlita let out a sound that probably started as a muffled, suppressed curse but turned into a sound that was nothing but incomprehensible. Not only was she very much on fire, and even if she hadn't exactly been burned to a crisp yet, it still hurt like hell and she could feel it spreading, but the corrupted robot felon had done-- something-- to her, something which had an entirely separate burn to it, which she could feel was diminishing her. And that was a terrible thing for a Persona user to feel indeed, somebody who had taken power from exploring more and more of their soul and being. "Ghngnnh!" She wanted to try to remove it and the burning flames from herself, but through watering eyes she saw Mira near falling, her armor barely holding together, and sacrificing all defense for a reckless attack. Of course. Taking another sound of pain and pushing it deep down within herself, Perlita turned towards Mira, choked out a "Crawford!" and yanked her hand violently through the air. Pink magic enveloped Mira like it had enveloped so many others, healing her wounds... even if at the cost of the person casting the spell beginning the process of being brought low herself. Perlita uses Diarama on Mira, healing her for 6d4+SYN (12)+SYN (12) HP, and healing herself for SYN (12) as well (though she's probably fucked if she needs it).

"We did not get loot -- the place was destroyed and we were pulled out prematurely." With that final piece of report on her time in the decayed prison, Satomi ran forward to join the others -- although she did slow down a bit briefly to, in fact, drink the potion that Leo had handed her (if a little hesitantly). Although she had been preparing to shoot a rope up towards the tunnel with her grappling hook, the intervention of Law made that unnecessary -- so she just jumped up to the tunnel, kimono flapping as she proceeded to haul ass as fast as she could down the tunnel. With the time saved by the pad, she used her grappling hook instead to try to pull ahead, firing it into the ceiling of the tunnel and using its forward pull to give each of her strides some jump. Satomi drinks a potion as a healing action, jumps up to follow, and uses her grapple to nyoooom!

Nader stared at Proditor for a long moment, oddly unwilling to actually accept and take in most of his explanation - it was the deityhood, he knew because of the way that they'd talked and the god being in and out of everywhere in space and time -- ascension, in perhaps its sense of omniscience. When he finally did speak, it was short and perhaps disappointing, although it was prefaced by a hesitance, mask upturned towards Proditor as the man searched for something unknowable (and likely he didn't even know what he was looking for). "...I believe that I would mind." He paused, and then almost as an afterthought: "We wouldn't want you to be swept into the conspiracies that they've set up... I am very experienced with these things and know I can handle them." With that, Nader turned and moved further down the hallway, seeking whatever other bits of information this place had to offer.

Satomi lightly traced her fingers over one of the cuts in her face, shrugging at Kusuke's questioning (and then wincing a little, though she tried to make that disappear real fast). "Vitor and I were not alone in that dungeon complex that we entered; we discovered and then fought a pair of skeletal undead abominations. One of them was covered in all manner of chains and hooks and... had this technique where it spun around and around, and that is what hit me. I will be fine, however; none of these cuts were deep enough to be vital." There was a pause for a moment from Satomi, before she admitted: "...I would not, however, say no to one of those potions."

The moment that Nader stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, eyes darted around wildly behind his mask, taking every detail in. What wouldn't be visible in normal circumstances was potentially something Proditor could sense -- he went over every single message, once, twice, thrice, and then darted between them, pacing up and down the hallway as he did. "Human SOULs... human SOULs... human SOULs... I knew it all along, it makes sense doesn't it? You have to make it out from what they have with humans and they didn't look very hard because of course they didn't, they had a score to settle, so it makes sense that that's how they get... out..." Nader trailed off, looking back up and down the messages again. "Deityhood... but... that's the goal, isn't it? A... a metaphysical barrier, I think, that must be what "free" means and what "barrier" means..." He looked back over them again. "And that's how... but if they had to..." He paused for a moment, his thoughts in pitched battle with each other, standing shockingly still, before he turned to Proditor and began to explain in a halting mess of words. "They had the human SOULs, but they didn't work, but then not using them didn't work -- and they're still hunting for us-- so that means-- they had just the one. SOUL. Not SOULs. They just had the one. But the coffins... multiple. So... they failed to ascend with the first SOUL, and then they tried making some, and that failed, and then they must have gathered more." He paused and paced up and down the hallway another time, observing the messages again. "...We don't have messages for that -- they succeeded. They killed people, got multiple SOULs at once, and managed to ascend using that. We're looking at what's left -- the messages we're seeing don't include that because they left this-- this existence entirely and went into a higher one, where they can no longer directly affect things down here. Then they set the grand machine up as a puzzle." Did that include this place? It must. Of course it must. "We're being shown this... I think he thinks that we're his chance to once again be able to affect things down here, that's why they've been talking to me, and why they drew me down here. His brother... still here? Left with him, maybe. Both of them? They must have put this plan together a long time ago. Prescience...?"

Satomi swayed for a moment as she was suddenly transported to a new locale -- she nearly lost her balance, but managed to keep it, and she took several moments of intense squinting to make out just what this place was. Some sort of very parochial little town, not without its similarities to that village she had worked so hard to defend. "Why in the world did I...?" To tell the truth, Satomi was a little annoyed that she had been suddenly transported out of a task in progress; she never liked to leave things half-done, as it always seemed like an affront to her Duty. It was true that her jaunt in that place had had... little discernible purpose, but... still! What didn't help either was that she had never actually had her wounds treated back in that dungeon, and with the urgency and adrenaline of that place wearing off, they were beginning to hurt once more. However... now that she was making sense of the world around her, she heard conversation from the others some distance away (her hearing was rather better than her sight), and a word made itself clear among that chatter: Monster. So Satomi set her shoulders, straightened out the litany of gear hanging around her back, chest, and shoulders, and stomped her way over to them. She could never falter, as a proud samurai of the Crab Clan -- Courage and Duty were her guiding principle! A few scratches were not going to cause her to suddenly give up and sit there whining like some ineffectual Crane. Pah! "I heard something about a monster? What is it that requires dealing with? My clan specializes in slaying monsters, after all, so this is as close to my duty as anything other than building those walls is going to get." And that's how Satomi showed up in front of the party as a bloody mess, with blood having soaked through her kimono in three wide blotchy lines (some of these only partially visible under her armor) and drying across most of the right half of her face, where three ugly gashes stood out. ...closer inspection would reveal her condition to be not quite as bad as it looked, with each individual slash actually shallow enough that they had already stopped bleeding and begun to heal, but still, that was quite a lot of blood, wasn't it? It was amazing that the persistent grimace the wounds seemed to be bringing on did not actually seem to be overwhelming a fairly stoic expression.

Navin made something of a strangled hissing noise as he struggled against the many impediments that the spirit had hit him with -- struggling physically against chains but not seeming to break out, and suffused with rage that took every single ounce of his willpower to not act upon. Even when the chains broke, the mental effect still raged, suffusing his being and turning his world into a cloud of red. Slowly, he reached for one of the potions hanging at his hip, his arm trembling with every inch of movement, and closed his fingers around it. He managed to pull out the cork, nearly shredding it with the shaking of his hands but managing to calm them, and then drank the potion. He managed not to spill it, either -- for all of his ineffectiveness at fighting what he deemed to be simply be destined to happen to him sometimes, losing his control from raw rage was something that he seemed to think was too far. But it was hard. God, it was so hard. Navin uses a Health Potion, healing himself for 25% of his max HP! Active Cooldowns: One-Two Punch (1 turns) Piercing Strike (0 turn) Detonating Throw (0 turns)

Brushing herself off a little as the fury of combat finally died down (and as IP, apparently, went through Reimu's pockets with Isobel a little less surprised than she'd have liked), Isobel made her way over to the knot of talking people. "I'm not certain that it's a good idea to head out there on your own, miss. You're not the only one who's been like this -- a woman named Marisa, and Yuyuko here, were also crazy for a while for pretty similar reason to you, and while we fixed that problem in both cases, we really can't guarantee that there aren't more people out there like this. And, well, you're very strong, but you're not exactly in a condition to be fighting right now, right?" Of course, they'd been responsible for that, but still. "You at least pretty much need to rest for a little while." LOTUS spoke up, now. "If you are trying to deal with everything, it would probably help if you at least listened to us talk about what is going on. To translate what Masako means with her completely incorrigible detective-speak, we've actually been dealing with this for quite some period of time and you're the fourth instance of somebody corrupted that we've dealt with (you forgot about the maid at the manor, Isobel, since we didn't fight her or come close to doing so). There have been cursed objects littered around this place that have corrupted the people in question into hostile, deranged forms of themselves. We have been going around, removing these artifacts and sealing them, which returns the people in question to normal. You had that mask on and were hostile, and likely had your personality corrupted into some sort of violent parody, until we knocked it off of you. I believe that you are actually the person that we were brought here for the purpose of dealing with: We were brought here by Yukari; she mentioned that "the miko", which I assume would be you, was mentioned as "acting strangely", and we've all now experienced first-hand what that means. I think this means that we've probably dealt with the most important sections of this problem by now, but it still may be the case that there are a couple of stragglers out there with more of these artifacts. Ultimately, we simply need to locate and deal with any more of these cursed items out there, and then find and defeat whoever is supplying them around here; I suspect that these artifacts came from beings called Trespassers that we have been fighting for a long time, now, but someone has to be going and placing them, if the object that you had on was in your deposit box. The end result, however, is that we are not only very capable of dealing with this issue, but we have made much headway on doing so. We only need to clean up and address the root cause." Isobel breathed in a funny way as something struck her while LOTUS spoke, and then she started moving towards Walmond. When LOTUS stopped speaking: "Oh, my God, I am braindead. I was in a frantic enough mood between dealing Yuyuko and now that I've just been holding onto this fucking thing. Hey, Walmond, please take care of this?" Isobel gingerly presented Walmond with the artifact Yuyuko had been in contact with, for sealing.

Satomi assessed the situation (squinting for a long, long moment as she made her best attempts to figure out the spatial exacts of everything), and then shook her head. "I don't think that a bridge is the best plan here -- maybe if we place it carefully we could put it out of the direct path of the balls, but depending on the momentum of those things --and they're not small, so that's probably a lot -- they may just wrap around and smash the bridge anyway. Instead, we may be best served by building something along the walls. As long as it's high enough, we can avoid the balls, and since it wouldn't be in the middle, we wouldn't see it get smashed as long as we placed the handholds correctly." That last phrase drew a sudden inspiration. "Oh, wait, if you can make the hard light sturdy enough, there's something else I can try!" Satomi then tried to put together a bent pole-like structure sturdy enough that it could cause the balls and chain to wrap around it and then get jammed, hopefully resulting in each ball and chain locked stationary by their collective pulling of the structure. Satomi takes the materials and tries to make a small structure/tool to jam up the balls and chain so that they can't move anymore, being wrapped around the hardlight structure instead, with each chain pulling at cross-purposes. If that doesn't work, instead of a bridge, makes a path of handholds and small platforms to the other side, routing it high and low as needed to not get murdered by the balls-and chain.

Although calm during the period of the elevator's normal descent (or, at least, calm by the standards of how he was acting right now), but once the elevator's descent turned uncontrolled he let out a sound that transferred from a yelp to a very hearty "MOTHERFUCKER!" With a violent crash, the elevator finally reached the end of its journey -- and was followed with a clang clang clang as Nader stumbled into an elevator wall in his attempts to stay on his feet. "Fuck!" Finally, Nader stumbled backwards and managed to stay on his feet despite his heavy armor, and swept the machine gun around the elevator (miraculously not blowing holes in the walls). Finally, he lowered his gun and seemed to calm down a little. "Bastards. They've acted to make this a one-way trip, so whatever is down here is almost certainly dangerous. Keep on your guard, space alien." And he began to move out the door, intent on exploring this place no matter what. Nader exits the elevator, guns raised!

Stretch watched as, abruptly, one of the new people (a very small girl) was bloodily killed, two massive holes blown in her by one of the more massive dead people with some really big gun. "N-no!" Why were so many people dying? Why did so many people have to die? This was... it was... horrible! There was, at least, one piece of reassurance; as Stretch looked on, the girl's wounds disappeared much like his normally did, and she seemed to be mostly okay, so... so that was something. But there was very much still the possibility that they would keep attacking her, and she didn't look very tough. "I... I guess I could... kinda do a... thingy..." He moved towards her, but was caught in hesitation for a moment, the recent memory of the pain flashing through his entire body again. It had just been seconds since he'd been beaten like that, but... he still had to... Gulping and trembling a little, Stretch once again expanded his body, turning into a wall of stretchy flesh between Freya and the undead inhabitants of the building, his eyes shut tightly. Stretch uses Stretch Shield on Freya, intercepting all attacks aimed at her until his next turn!

Stepping back and silently pulling out her bow, Lotus elected to finally put an end to this swordsbug who had caused so much trouble, and to this little squad of Marauders as a whole. Lotus attacks Marauder D! For a moment, it actually seemed like Lotus was going to miss; her arrow was just misaligned less than a millimeter to the Marauder's left, as she could in that brief moment see. However, this time, the Marauder's own smug tendencies worked against him. Attempting another one of the theatrical dodges that he had pulled off on Pinecone, the Marauder jumped to the left and jumped into the arrow, which promptly brought him to the dirt, where he didn't seem to be able to get up. After a moment, he just laughed, lying there. "Hah, I guess that's that, then." Marauder D is defeated! Ebon, with nobody immediately in the vicinity to easily be able to dive on, elected to perform his job in a more restorative way for once, silently applying the standard healing paste of crushed plants to Pinecone. Ebon Knight uses a vulnerary on Pinecone! TURN 6 ~ ENEMY PHASE Observant eyes darted over the landscape, taking in the state of the battle, and making out the swordsbug falling even through the obstruction of the layers of blades of grass. A voice spoke quietly, but intensely, no word wasted, emanating from a very green beetle with wings of metallic luster, who held a tome. "They've reached us, about. We should move up." This was followed up by the bombastic voice that had been heard from deeper within the grassy area earlier, a blonde spider with a hatchet in his hand... and he, as a contrast, did quite a bit of talking. "Indeed! The time has finally come for our quest to reach its conclusion! Come, men, let us get closer and prepare!" There was a shuffling about as the two bugs moved around somewhat, advancing slowly, along with the two armored bugs (grim and silent, one heavily scarred, their armor ill-fitting and appearing to be made from pieces of several scavenged sets). "I... am Seeker-of-a-Dignified-Death! We have come here because we have decided that we will not fade away in silence and desperation! We will not decay into nothing like our fellows! We will go out with glory and battle! So is the way of the Marauders! So we have decided, so we have acted!" The green one watched the party, standing tall and showing no fear, but saying nothing. Shinywings activates Parity! TURN 7 ~ PLAYER PHASE Map Notes Status EXP: 7/100

"What the hell?? I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you insinuating I'm a dark mage? Why in the fucking world--" Onyx wasn't actually precisely sure WHAT she was, er, or at all really, but this was clearly an absurd accusation? Her? A dark mage?? That was the silliest thing that Onyx had ever heard, probably! Still, though, people were moving on, now, so she finally acquiesced to the last requests to be silent. "Fine." She crossed her arms and pouted for a while. (She still didn't eat, too stubborn and too mad.) ...eventually, though, she spoke up for what was probably the first constructive thing she'd said so far. "So... what is it that you want us to be doing in this "Domain of the Lost" place?"

"This really isn't a serious matter at all to many of those involved, is it?" The underworld denizens, Argos himself... maybe the sea being, Eulalia honestly couldn't yet tell. "Oh, well. I suppose it is what it is... but I, for one, do not intend to be slowing down." She advanced right up to the large demonic creature without fear and fired off another bolt of light (rather hoping that this one actually hit something). Eulalia moves to J8 and fires a shot at the Demon!

Lizaveta chose not to be too concerned about Baldur eating dust -- it wasn't uncommon to hit the floor sometimes, as long as it wasn't.... like the whole encounter with Death, and, well, it was Baldur, so him squirming a little while Tabitha approached wasn't the worst thing in the world. Instead, she chose to focus on the remaining guards, sliding up beside Ferdiad's large presence (they were doing a lot better with him back around, huh...?) and pulling out a tome. (And, well, she couldn't resist hitting the guards with a bit of rhetoric.) "The time has come for your king's corrupt, sinful deeds to end! See how we carve our way through you? The rotten remnants of the evil monarchies like those of Lux have come to an end!" J13, Worm Soldier B.

Upon seeing the traps, Satomi didn't really entertain the idea of trying to make some dashingly agile and nimble path through them like a samurai of the Hiruma Scout school; the contribution of the Hiruma family to the Crab Clan was of course valuable, but Satomi was not a Hiruma -- she was a Kaiu. And she would deal with the traps in Kaiu fashion. "I would be careful about that. Judging by the red smear over there, someone has already tried this, and considering that the... inhabitants of this place appear to be mindless Tainted beasts and certainly incapable of maintenance, the traps probably reset themselves. Still, I may as well take a look at that." Satomi watched the process of Vitor triggering the traps... as best as was possible, given her eyesight. As she did, she pulled out her wakizashi and her grappling hook (using the former to make incisions and the latter to pry), and once everything had settled down, she got to work on taking them apart, pulling up stone and disassembling mechanisms. Satomi uses Structural Disassembly on the traps, repeating as needed unless she just starts getting slaughtered by small damage rolls! (INT: 12, CON: 3) Structural Disassembly (Trick): (INT+CON)d2 damage done to an inanimate structure. Can not be used in a hostile situation. Has a chance of either providing useful scrap or damaging the user for 1d2 damage or more, whose element depends on the target.

The state that Perlita often found herself in in battle was an odd one, full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Anxiety ruled in battle, much as she found it always did in her life, but it was buttressed by a backing of flow, at least when things weren't looking so dire that she didn't know who would be coming out of the fight -- something which swung back and forth quickly. In one moment, everything would more or less be okay, and she would be focused, solemn, full attention on the task at hand. Then, the next, the fight would hang on a knife's edge and so would she, panic causing her to look around constantly, throw herself bodily at whatever she had to do and shout and shake. Then, the next, it would be okay. With the virus on the machines, the arrival of the corrupted mecha figure, and the magic in the air, Perlita could feel the anxiety pushing at the back of her mind, distracting... but right now, not distracting enough to matter, considering that she even had the mental power to reflect on all this. "Crawford!" Her actions right now were mostly calm and controlled, a tug of her fingers, a point of her other arm, and magical energy swirling around Lyra. Perlita uses Diarama on Lyra, healing her for 7d4+SYN (12) HP! Active Cooldowns: Media (0 turns remaining)

Navin rubbed his wrists under the chains for a moment, and then made a... frankly somewhat cursory attempt to break out. "I am fine -- do not worry about me, this is not a point where I am currently worrying about myself." Of course, with the way that Navin was... it took seriously terrifying levels of injury for him to actually stop and worry about his condition. But still, at that moment, he was not in particular trouble. Whether his attempt at breaking free succeeded or failed, Navin would take the same action: taking a deep breath, he would step forward towards the hook binding him, and concentrating the flow of power in his circulation around his palms, he would shove his hands upwards, grab the chain of the offending hook with one hand, and with the other he sent an explosive slap at the metal links, hoping to break them to pieces. Navin uses Concussive Slap on the remaining Medium Meathook, dealing 2d6+STR (10)+SYN (11) damage and reducing the Medium Meathook's Init by his SYN (11) if it survives! Active Cooldowns: One-Two Punch (2 turns) Piercing Strike (1 turns) Detonating Throw (1 turn)

"So the servants of Hades truly are ignorant then. Have you not noticed just who the people down here are? Whatever meaning the levels of the underworld might have had, they're gone now -- we've all been sent down here to Tartarus as labor, I've discovered that much just through a little bit of asking around. And yes, this is a wonderful opportunity to deal with... "upper management" as you say. But Hades didn't come down and whip me for not complying himself, did he? No, it was you lot. And let me tell you a little something about how I avoided being broken in this place for the six years you've tried to keep me a slave. I have made a policy of never complying. Never bowing down. Never just shutting up and taking it. Never accepting the indignity. I have at every moment that I possibly could acted to throw stones into the process of building, clawed and bit at the fiends sent to keep me in line, ran and cursed and fought. I have kept a fire alive in myself, waiting for the day where I'd tear myself from this place and have my revenge on it, and then go back to the world of the living and have my revenge there too. And that day is today. You all had better watch out, because once we're through with the underworld, once I'm through with it, it'll never be the same again."

"'Whatever grudge I'm holding'... hmmm... I wonder if I might, perhaps, have some reason to be furious with this place. Say, perhaps... years of slavery and torture? I think that would do it, wouldn't you?"

Eulalia grumbled a little as she watched Argos fight the Fiend, with outright advice and banter being traded back and forth. She stepped back and raised her tome, entering combat once more, but she definitely looked a little put out. "This would be MUCH more satisfying if you lot were actually hostile." I11, blast Fiend B.

If Hades had thought that perhaps addressing Onyx like he had would quiet her down, he had been sorely, painfully mistaken. Onyx drew herself up to her full height (approximately four feet and eight inches, painfully smaller than the god) and puffed her chest out a bit, and then she took in a deep breath, staring Hades down with eyes full of challenge for everything around her. Then... "Yyyyyooouu can't fuckin' tell me to shut my fuckin' mouth, asshole, just who the hell do you think you are, I'll tell you why I'm this loud and it's," Onyx had to pause to take a breath, "because dark magic is lurking around every FUCKING corner and maybe people like you don't care about the twisted little blackened covens and mages that are waiting to use foul magics to complete foul goals," She had begun to trail off in volume here, and took another breath, but she was turning red and starting to have problems finishing her rant, "but someone has to so don't tell me to..." Finally no longer able to replenish air as fast as she was ranting it away, Onyx just settled for pointing angrily at Hades. In that time of blessed silence that followed, Rein and Reina (COINCIDENCE??) claimed not to use dark magic, so Onyx just settled for making "I'm watching you" gestures at each of them, giving each of them extremely suspicious squints.

On one of the makeshift mattresses, nearer to the corner, a tiny figure was twisted up in a garment that appeared to be somewhere between a poncho and a cloak, occasionally twitching and jerking in her sleep. When she rose up, it was no serene or majestic rise from her slumber, nor was it even a... well, the way a normal person would get up from sleep. Instead, the girl bolted into a sitting position with a single violent jerk, only a reflexive hand to her head preventing her hood from slipping off of her head. She glanced around at her surroundings, vision still too blurry to make out any of the people but noting the stone and blood and the gaps in her memories. She took in a deep breath. "Fuck! Shit! Fucking shit ow hell why god DAMN! This hurts, this shit hurts, ahhhh, haaah..." The headache cleared from her mind just as they started to introduce themselves, and her mind latched onto the details that she remembered. These weren't many -- she had her name, she had the things that frustrated her (and this step took a while because this was a very long list), and then a single certainty emerging into her consciousness. The certainty grew and grew and grew until it once again took up her mind and soul, the driving motivation that was reinforced with every encounter with the world, every word she heard and every thing she saw. "Onyx. Onyx FebruaryHowl." She bit out her name, and then opened one eye at a time. Her eyes settled on most of the others... the figure fully hidden within its cloak, the girl speaking in an eldritch tongue, with black goo dripping from her eye... the remains of a blood ritual on the floor, with the hooded figure admitting to that having been their blood ritual... All at once, Onyx went from sitting down, to stranding straight up, her entire body steel-rigid but quivering with tension as her voice suddenly raised very, very loud. Her hand snapped up to point violently at Rein, and then at Reina, shaking a little as Onyx gave each an accusatory point. "Youuu... YYOOUUUU... YOU'RE FUCKING DARK MAGES! THIS IS THE RESULT OF A DARK MAGICAL RITUAL!! FOUL MAGICKS HAVE GONE ON HERE!"

Level 2! Ebon Knight (krim): 97, 73, --, 73, 60, 57, 19, 86 +RES, +SKL from preferred stats Lotus (Raindrop Valkyrie): 42, 77, --, 20, 84, 34, 68, 65 +HP, +SKL Pinecone (RedMageCole): 38, 8, --, 73, 29, 53, 2, 86 +HP, +STR, +RES Stardust (EXLink32): 83, --, 92, 75, 69, 61, 8, 98 +RES, +MAG from preferred stats Sting (ctsun): 21, 46, --, 65, 25, 73, 93, 19 +HP, +STR, +LCK, +SPD Secluded from Illumination (Trash): 89, --, 82, 61, 79, 42, 65, 10 +SPD, +MAG from preferred stats Life-Recorder (Unlurking Sentinel) 23, 78, 96, 20, 41, 48, 47, 23 +HP, +SKL, +RES, +SPD Faithful Diligence (ElfCollaborator) 33, --, 73, 37, 61, 35, 89, 38 +HP, +SKL, +SPD Soggyshanks (Yours Truly) 38, 12, --, 92, 20, 69, 41, 17 +HP, +STR, +LCK, +SPD Mercy Harefoot (kj1225) 86, 1, 53, 55, 3, 5, 82, 50 +STR, +MAG, +LCK, +DEF, +SPD Recruit Bend: 93, 79, 94, 88, 3, 28, 8, 39 +LCK, +DEF, +RES, +SPD (this level is stupid)