GodofGamingRWBY

Grima Even with her recent victory, Grima hadn't expected to be free from her agreement to Queen just yet. Surprising as it was, she had a feeling there was more she had to do, one battle wasn't going to fix all of her past issues. At the very least, she was in yet another comfortable room, sitting in a chair that allowed her to stare out into the outside world, content to pass the time by flipping her coin in her finger. It looked like she was getting her edge back, or had not lost all of it, considering her recent victory against someone that seemed fairly strong. Even if she had to take multiple risks and take even more direct hits to herself to accomplish it. The victory made her feel good, which was more than enough to content herself with. Until a voice shouted out that they were coming in, and before she could turn around to reply, came in, not even bothering to close the door properly as he focused his attention on her. All in the time it took for Grima to turn herself to face the door. She... Guessed she could respect how direct he was, if nothing else, "Uh... Depends. What would you need my help with?" she replied with only a bit of hesitation, catching her coin as it fell through the air, quickly pocketing it without making a move to leave her chair.

Mira And just like that, when she was about to collapse from her joints freezing in place, Perlita's magic washed over her to bring her back into top condition. Considerate, enough so that Mira considered giving her a thanks... If not for the fact taht she was preoccupied with killing Trick. The thanks would come latter, once their mission was complete. For now, rolling her shoulders back in order to get rid of the rest of the paralysis her body felt, Mira swung at the malformed monster once again, this time aiming for the tongue that had tried to open her up to share the same fate as 6D. She wasn't about to give it the chance to try again. Mira attacks Trick’s Paralyzing Tongue with Black Heart again, dealing 6d8+STR damage, and gaining a fifth stack of greed, giving her a total of +2 Syn and -2 DR. Her Magra Generator will generate an extra Magra in one more turn. Magra: 3/8 Noticable effects right now: Unstable (Flaw) Mira is the carrier of the prototype Magra generator, which can become unstable if met with other instances of magic. Any magic attack that connects with Mira deals 50% more damage. (Equipment) Mira’s Armor: The armor of the “Dark One”, Mira. Rusted, old, and cracked, yet durable enough to continue protecting its user from harm. Gives +4 Damage Reduction against Piercing/slashing attacks, and gives a +1 Damage Reduction against all physical attacks, but lowers initiative by 4-Strength (to a minimum of 0). Loadout

Grima As expected, running straight through a minefield was… Not entirely the best move. Even with her shield taking the brunt of the explosions triggered from the field, the sheer amount of them began to wear her shield out, including her armor once the shield wasn’t enough. By the time she had made it through, both her armor’s ‘hair’ and cape had been vaporized, with the actual metal being scorched and about ready to fall apart if battered just one more time. However, it still held together, giving her one last layer of protection, the thing she had been counting on to deal with the mortar fire that never came. She couldn’t see why in her helmet, the visor of which having been burned to the point of being impossible to look through with actual clarity, but she could still make out Finale’s figure. Which was all she needed. So Grima kept running, discarding her shield and letting it clatter against the ground to give herself a bit less weight and placing her now free hand on her sword, keeping the tip low as she did so. And with one final roar, Grima threw the rest of her energy into a final swing, practically skidding across the ground as she stopped running in order to use all of her potential momentum to strike Finale. It wasn’t her signature attack by any means, but it had to be enough now.

Proditor ... Nothing besides the illusions and the child. Acceptable, for now at least. Though, what wasn't entirely acceptable was the finally of the story the illusions were telling them... On how every human that entered this mountain were to be killed in order to free those trapped within. He couldn't say that he agreed with it, senseless death was never a viable option, but he couldn't disagree with it, since it sounded like Asgore was doing it to end his people's suffering. A noble cause, if misguided. It explained the room with the coffins, however. Previous humans killed in this mountain, preserved in order to keep their souls intact for when the Barrier was ready to be breached. At the very least, they had the advantage of some of them being largely inhuman, him specifically, and if the child was anything to go by, the inhabitants here didn't actually know what a human looked like... Oddly enough, "Shall we wait for Nader and Lucine to finish their investigation?" Proditor suddenly asked, taking a break from his story processing in order to speak his question to the rest of the group.

Walmond While Lotus’ explanation was directed towards the librarian, it was also something that was extremely useful for Walmond. Since she had been dropped into this mission, she didn’t entirely know much about the Trespassers, much less what the more experienced members had come across so far. So, being able to actually know what they did was a huge plus for her, for many reasons. Granted, she could’ve been more clear on what she had said beforehand with her own experience. That was a mistake she was willing to admit. “Thank you Lotus, and thank you, Miss Patchouli, for the insight and clarification” Walmond replied before pausing as she processed some of the information, “Though… Fish-headed man? That’s rather odd…” she continued, turning to the side as she continued thinking about it. She wasn’t sure that Trespassers took the forms of fish-headed men, and from the way the artifacts were described, they sounded less Trespasser like and more of something originating from this world. At least, the fact that they weren’t permanent effects like Lotus said, and apparently were part of a set, “Hm… Perhaps the ‘Trespassers’ are choosing to be slightly more ‘subtle’ than normal by infecting these artifacts. Regardless, with two of these artifacts down, it shouldn’t be too much trouble to acquire the other two.”

Mira Now that... Was disgusting. Mira had killed quite a lot of strange creatures in her lifetime, she didn’t really care how she got paid after all, but this was out of her field of experience, and this was after it had literally devoured one of her allies. As Mira stood on the ground, brushing off some of the saliva that remained on her armor, she looked at both the creature and the surroundings, trying to figure out a method of attack. She couldn’t be sure if she could cut apart the legs, and there didn’t seem to be a weak point… Unless Trick’s body was that weakpoint. … That probably was the weak point, now that she thought about it. “Bastard…” Mira muttered under her breath, rolling her shoulders once before sprinting after Trick, quickly reaching the bottom of the roller coaster and bounding up the stairs. She wasn’t going to let this thing get away from her that easily. Mira attacks Trick’s Melee Tongue with Black Heart, dealing 6d8+STR damage, and gaining a fourth stack of greed, giving her a new total of +2 Syn and -2 DR. Her Magra Generator will generate an extra Magra in two turns. Magra: 2/8 Noticable effects right now: Unstable (Flaw) Mira is the carrier of the prototype Magra generator, which can become unstable if met with other instances of magic. Any magic attack that connects with Mira deals 50% more damage. (Equipment) Mira’s Armor: The armor of the “Dark One”, Mira. Rusted, old, and cracked, yet durable enough to continue protecting its user from harm. Gives +4 Damage Reduction against Piercing/slashing attacks, and gives a +1 Damage Reduction against all physical attacks, but lowers initiative by 4-Strength (to a minimum of 0).

??? "Please... Just leave. I know you mean well, but I..." ... What was she doing here? This forest wasn't her home. Or was it? She couldn't even tell anymore. At least here she could get some peace and quiet... From what, she didn't know. She had already taken noticed some dark shapes flicking in and out of her vision, but since they didn't approach, she didn't really register them. She was just lost, lazily drawing an incomprehensible picture within the snow with the blunt end of a naginata. The question of why she was here, sitting upon this long in a forest she didn't recognize, still remained in her mind, refusing to leave her alone until- "Wait, wait no calm down, please just take a second to-" BREATHE The Yokai let out a sigh, causing another large gust of frozen wind to blow into the forest, unnaturally weaving its way throughout the trees in order to maximize the area it froze. Now she remembered. That man... He had rejected her. After all she had done to help him, she was just cast aside, just like that. Why did he do that? What had she done wrong? The Yokai couldn't tell anymore. Was it even her fault? It didn't matter. As long as she was left alone, she'd be fine. She always had been... Now was no different.

Walmond To say Walmond was amazed at the size of the library (or rather, Voile, as it was named) was an extreme understatement. She was already fairly impressed by the size and general build of the mansion itself, she could attribute that to one of her old colleagues getting her interested in architecture, but none of it compared to the scale of Voile. While her expression didn't do much to convey just how excited she was to be walking amidst such a large collection of knowledge, her continuous scanning of the bookshelves did. Even the barking book did nothing to deter her, nor did the warnings that a lot of these books were 'touchy'. Lambda, however, was a different story, practically jumping once the book-dog let out its bark, almost reflexively bringing out her shields, as if she was being attacked. Thankfully, she didn't take any hostile actions, merely choosing to keep a closer eye on the library in case of an attack, no matter how unlikely it would be. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to dwell on the wonder of the library for much longer, as the group was stopped by the librarian, Patchouli. It was a bit harder to believe that such a small girl who clearly had health issues could run an entire library like this, but as this world had shown her so far, looks could be deceiving. Regardless, upon Sakuya gesturing to her, Walmond quickly shuffled around her belongings, before holding the artifact out of her cloak, taking a few steps towards Patchouli in order for her to take it/inspect it, Lambda following closely behind, still fairly jumpy from the earlier bark, "Don't worry about any corruption factors from the artifact anymore. It's properly sealed, so it shouldn't have any influence from someone merely touching it" Walmond informed. She was still concerned about the coughing fit, but she had no reason to pursue it right now. ... The other thing she had to pursue was learning more about the contents in this library, but that could wait.

Walmond Well, a tour wasn't something Walmond was expecting. But the offer was there, and it would at least make her feel better about herself by ensuring that someone's job was intact. As Rory and Instructor asked their questions, Walmond instinctively opened her mouth to speak, only to close it shortly afterwards. She couldn't entirely be sure if they knew more than they did about the artifact, considering their recent reactions to the other turning mad, but if they did, she had no place to interrupt. If they didn't, well, that would simply be a good time for her to give them a much needed breakdown on the 'incident'. As far as she was aware of, at the very least.

Mira While Mira would never admit it, the paralysis was beginning to take its toll on her. She could feel her body beginning to shut down as Trick's saliva began working through her armor, despite her own Magra trying to counteract it. Whatever properties were in it, it was effective. If she wasn't in that scenario, she'd have tried to simply cut off the beast's tongue once it tried again, but unfortunately, she didn't think she had the speed to do so as of this moment. So, she simply had to finish it off before it could get the job done. With her most recent strike done, Mira stepped back, flipping her sword around and impaling it into the ground. A mere instant afterwards, a fairly large amount of Magra began to pour into the sword, and the ground, by extension, creating what was more of a black mass then a sword. Then, with a single word spoken in an amplified, distorted way, the armored woman dragged the sword towards Trick. "FALL." Mira attacks Trick with Half-Moon: Crescent Slash, expending four Magra in order to deal (6d8+STR)+4d6 damage. She also gains one Magra at the end of her turn, and will gain a bonus Magra in three turns. Magra: 1/8 Loadout

Freya "Captain Who-now?" Freya asked aloud, turning to where the Necromaster was looking... Only to see nothing. Strange, was he supposed to be a invisible or something, or was this just a trick to get the to... Distract them. Gods, she was an idiot sometimes. So, just as Danielle yelled something about a demon bear, Freya had already began turning around in order to make sure the Necromaster wasn't trying any funny- "Did you really think you could escape me, necromancer scum?" Freya's world froze. "No..." Was all Freya could mutter in response to the sight of the woman who had been hunting her for as long as she could remember. The one who was directly responsible for the path she had to take for her life. The one who lead the same people who she had finally gotten away from, or so she thought. But here they were now, standing before her and ready to cast their justice, "No, no no no, why are you here? Why are YOU here?! I'm not even a part of your life anymore, why do you still have to be in mine?!" she began shouting, now taking a step back, clutching her staff close to her body as her entire body trembled in a mixture of terror and, unsurprisingly, hate.

"Oh, peaked your interest have I? I specialize in my own form of magic. Dark magic, specifically, self taught" Reeve replied, barely phased by the fact that Ari practically appeared next to her, "I'd demonstrate, but it's a hassle to do so outside of casual, life threatening situations. Besides, I'm sure Nicolos can remember our first meeting, and can attest to my talent" "And, for the record, I'm not a fan of baseless boasting, so I get where your coming from. The worry of me just claiming that I'm good without the skills to back it up. But the Polyion family is full of talented mages, and I happen to be one of the most talented among all of them. I believe I can qualify as a fairly great mage."

Mira Okay, now this was disgusting, for too many reasons than Mira could list. Outside of that, there wasn't much that could be said for Mira outside of merely shoving her sword into Trick's side again, aside from the blurb her helmet had given her. Specifically the bit about a power source housed in his body, and an entity being released when Trick was defeated, or if it simply got out of hand. Mysterious. It wasn't worth her time to shout it out though. Trick was going to die anyways, and she might as well kill the threat before it ruined her armor further... And froze her completely, considering she felt her body stiffen a considerable amount once she was hit by the saliva. Well, whatever, she could handle a bit of gunk, and being slowed down wasn't a detractor for her anyways. She didn't give it a second thought at that point, mostly because she was already in the middle of another swing at Trick. Mira attacks Trick with, surprise surprise, Black Heart again, dealing 6d8+11 damage. In addition to this, she gains two Magra this turn from her Magra Generator and Magra perk, and gains one more Greed stack (Currently giving +1 Syn, -1 DR). Magra: 4/8 Loadout

Lexiel Once the constructs began going to work, the area seemed to brighten up a bit, almost as if the land was brimming with happiness by Lexiel’s act of kindness towards the shrine. Or maybe it was just the clouds moving out of the way sun slightly. Regardless, they opened the shrine's gate without difficulty, closing it behind them and getting to work on the shrine, the sight of which was covered up by the illusion Ako had put up. Unfortunately, not the sound. Ako What was obvious was Ako’s gratitude, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the constructs went in, “I’ve never really had anyone else help make the shrine. I wondered what it would feel like seeing others work on it” she commented before clearing her throat, “Well, the sun isn’t going to wait for us, and I’ve wasted enough of your valuable time as it is, great Kami. Let’s go, Taka Pass isn’t too far from here” she added, putting her supplies back to wherever she held them and heading down the path that the merchant from earlier had gone down. Overall, the walk towards Kamui wasn’t that eventful, only time consuming. The only true thing of note was the multitude of large areas almost untouched by human progression, preserving the beauty of nature and giving everyone a great view of Nippons natural wonder. At least, for the most part, until they reached a giant bridge that presented the only path across an even greater drop to the sea below, flaming phoenix statues marking both sides of the bridge… With the side they stood on covered in scorch marks and bits of metal, as if a war had been fought here before. “So, a long time ago, it would’ve been a hassle to get through the Checkpoint here. The guards were really picky about lowering the bridge, and it took sending word the rulers of the capital in order to lower the bridge. Now it’s just down for good since, from what I heard, an archer was practicing his aim by firing into a cannon, only for his arrow to mysteriously catch on fire and cause a chain explosion through the entire system. It’s apparently too expensive to repair the bridge, so it’s just been left like this” Ako explained as they crossed the bridge. She wasn’t much for history, but she felt the need to comment on that part at least, if only to quell any questions before they came up. Taka Pass It only took a bit more walking for the group to wander into yet another area of Nippon. Specifically, a sparsely populated ravine filled with trees and bamboo, overlooked by a particularly gigantic tree with pink leaves that rested atop a waterfall. The path that the group were going on split off into two areas, one that led to what seemed like a gated village, and another simply leading towards a thicker area of bamboo. There was a third path, but all it went towards was a bare mountainside. A bit further down the path, the group could see a run down house sitting in the middle of a large pit… Giving off an aura of menace despite it being clear that no one lived there anymore. That, and there were large, green scrolls floating around off the main paths, seemingly content to just float around in peace. Aside from that though, there wasn’t much to really ruin the view. “Alright, before we move on, there’s a bit of a crossroads that I should mention” Ako began as the group moved past an archway placed right in front of a small, bridged pond, pulling out her map from under her sleeve, “The Sparrow Inn is in this area, not much of a detour either. We’ll be passing it once we head to Kamui, and I’m still positive that one of the demons is there-” she continued, turning to face the rest of the group as she pulled out the demonic slip once more, double checking one of the areas she had pointed out earlier and nodding as soon as she got a positive result, “Right, still there. So yeah, I was wanting to go there and deal with the issue, partly because it’s on our way, and… Partly because I still owe the Sparrows a favor after a certain incident” the shrine maiden explained, rolling up the map again and sliding it under her sleeve, “Of course, as companions of one of the Kamis, it’s only natural that I leave the decision making to you.”

Walmond For several seconds, Walmond just looked back at Rory, before shaking her head, "I've encountered some other engineers that make robots to fulfill the bare minimum, but remember that like us, this 'Instructor' comes from another world that operates differently to both mine and yours. What may correlate to a bad trait in your world may operate differently for another's. In addition, it may simply be a design flaw that hasn't been ironed out yet due to lack of field experience. Even I'm still having to perfect Lambda, and I've made her several years ago, with several more years of experience on me" she explained, waving her hand as she did so, even if it could only barely be seen thanks to the relative size of her cloak, "I'm not even sure why you thought it necessary to pull me aside, of all people. I'm hardly the person to make concrete decisions on whether or not to accept assistance from another."

Walmond "Well then, it would seem our mission is the very same-" the scientist began, only to pause once she saw Rory point at her, "Hm? Oh, fine. Give me a moment, 'Instructor Prototype'" Walmond responded after a second of surprise, stepping away from the group until she was, presumably, out of hearing distance. Once she was far enough away, she turned back to Rory, "What's the problem?"

Walmond Not long after Rory gestured to her, Walmond had finished the seal, quickly tucking the artifact under her cloak as she stood back up, "Rory is correct. That being said, without the artifact that woman-" Walmond gestured to the sliver haired girl that Isobel was carrying back... And the same one that Lambda was floating over towards now to help the two out, or at least see if they did need help getting back to the shore, "-should, hypothetically, return to her senses, if her hostility was abnormal" she explained, now turning to the girl(?) in the other maid outfit, "As for you... If you're not native to this world, then I would assume that we're the ones you are meant to cooperate with. If you are willing to share the details, what are the specifics of your mission?"

Proditor "Very well" Proditor responded, floating away from the child. They weren't going to be much help, and they weren't hostile either. Additionally, like Nader said, they needed to get a move on. They've wasted enough time as it was. So he followed Ignia out of the house, already beginning to expand his mind in order to detect anything else in the vicinity aside from the earlier child.

Valkyrie There wasn't enough energy anymore to spare. There wasn't even enough time to spare anymore. Grima barely registered Finale's announcement/taunt, instead changing her path from going from the side... To charging straight into the minefield. As she had realized, there wasn't time, not with Finale practically never giving her a second to breathe while she remained at practically peak condition. Her shield and armor would just have to withstand the explosions, that was all she could do here. ... Yeah, she didn't have the skills to win. Maybe before, but not anymore. Time had dulled her blade to the point where she could barely handle a single fight like this. But regardless, she wouldn't quit, win or lose. She made a oath, and if her entire being was made of small negatives, then this would be the one positive she would hold onto. The positive that she'd never let a promise die without her trying to keep it alive.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s surprising to have your meeting interrupted by someone you do not know, but I can assure you that I’m not here for any nefarious purposes. I’d even introduce myself, but I’m sure Nicolos would be more than happy to-” Reeve continued, acting as if her own version of the events at hand were going on, before she froze. She wasn’t actually looking, but it took her a bit to realize who, exactly, had asked who she was, and it wasn’t someone she didn’t know. “Wait, you don’t even remember my name?! After all we went through together?! Well, I mean, it WAS one battle, but it was a pretty big one, and I still remember our talk afterwards clear as-” the girl shouted, pushing herself off of the tree in disbelief and, judging from her expression, broken feelings, before freezing once again, “Oh gods, I didn’t actually give you my name, did I?” she muttered, before slapping her forehead, “Of all the times I forget to introduce myself… "Well, I suppose it’s time I make amends to my error in our previous meeting, Sir Nicolos” Reeve quickly added, before doing a small curtsy. “I am Reeve Von Anextra Polyion the Third, the Shadowed Mage of New Avalon, the Angel of Victory, and youngest daughter of the current head of the Polyion family” she greeted, straightening and bringing out one of her hands to gesture to herself, “It was quite a long time ago, but we met during a particularly large battle against the Cursed near here, if I recall correctly. Surely you can remember the fine, dazzling mage who wrecked havoc upon the inhuman foes you fought all on her own. Regardless, I have been searching the lands for you ever since you first opposed Rosanne, Sir Nicolos, in hopes that I may assist your mission to create a brighter future for Tameloc. "With my talent as a mage, and my nobility, I’m sure that you’ll find my help very rewarding.”

If there was one thing Reeve could regret right now, it was not bringing enough rations to handle a few detours. Her trip to Candlelight was originally supposed to be a rather straightforward one, as it always was, but apparently someone had tipped off the local bandits to her normal path, which she had taken great care to make as risk free as possible, resulting in them deciding to take some time off to nab a noble. One or two bandit attacks Reeve could handle. She was an experienced mage after all, but when she was attacked every two hours on the road, sometimes more often, that was where she had to draw the line and get creative. So, she had begun to move through the wilderness itself… Except that general plan resulted in her getting turned around more times than she could count. She wasn’t even sure she was near Candlelight anymore, or heading in its direction. “... I really should’ve brought a map with me, maybe a compass too... I could try to make a location spell and figure out where I am, but that would require making one from complete scratch...” Reeve thought to herself as she walked along the forest trail, or what could constitute as one, arms folded underneath her cloak as she struggled to think of a way out of her current situation. There was plenty she could do, but all of them involved either risks or good chances of failure. And then suddenly, as she stumbled onto the edge of a clearing, specifically a sort of grove… That was already filled with people surrounding a campsight. Immediately, Reeve stepped behind a tree, barely poking her head out to get a good view of them. They didn’t look like bandits, which was good, but they didn’t look like everyday civilians either, which was not good. It wouldn’t be much of a problem to just sneak her way around, and she didn’t have the strength left to risk a fight right now, not until she got to Candlelight. In fact, she was right about to start creeping around the grove to continue on her way, until she scanned a single familiar face within the crowd, a man with blazing red hair. Almost everything about that one man was something she could recognize.The scar on the lower half of their face; the somewhat overall attractive, if rough, appearance they possessed; and most importantly, the hilt of a clearly magical sword, one so notable that she could feel even from here. Nicolos. In a fraction of a second, the realization of the importance of this discovery snapped to her. She had finally found NICOLOS, and it only took getting attacked several times by bandits in order to do so. He had already gotten a group of followers as well, which was to be expected of a future king. Regardless, she needed to make her appearance soon, otherwise she might miss the chance, even if they didn’t seem to be going anywhere soon. So, without warning, Reeve burst from her hiding spot, twirling around the tree she was hiding behind and expertly leaning on said tree with folded arms and a smug expression, even if her arms were still under her cloak. “Well well, I didn’t expect to see a familiar face out here. Long time no see, Nicolos. It seems I’ve finally managed to cross paths with you and your little..." “... I dunno, gang? Freedom fighters? I think I’ll go with 'group' for now, unless there’s something else you call yourselves.”

Walmond "That seems to have something to do with the guard" Walmond commented after, once again, being carried over the lake by Lambda. Now though, she merely stepped forward to pick the artifact up, all while listening to Chen's explanation as she immediately got to work on the seal. They had the artifact right there, and it was better to get the problem taken care off immediately, rather than simply wait for it to be a problem.

Walmond As soon as Chen jumped forward and let out her screech, Walmond merely blinked impassively, ignoring Lambda reflexively pressing her master closer for their protection, "Interesting. Sounds like a form of magic, if an... Odd one" she admitted, nodding in understanding as their guide continued to lead them to their destination. Once they arrived though, Walmond pushed herself off of Lambda, opting to walk herself instead of letting Lambda merely take her everywhere, causing the robot to look fairly crestfallen as they followed. As for the issue of the gate guard not being around, Walmond didn't exactly pay much attention to that. Her thoughts were mostly directed towards scanning the mansion itself, along with wondering why Lambda seemed more human than normal.

Walmond "Well..." the scientist mage muttered, bringing a hand up to readjust her cloak, "That was an overall strange turn of events. Regardless, we have the stone now. Chen-" she continued, barely reacting when Lambda suddenly picked her up and settled Walmond into her arms once more, having detected that they were probably going to be moving very shortly, "What is this 'Sakuya' like? I think it would be best to have an idea of who we're dealing with before we go sprinting into a potential fight."

"As grand as I am, it's only natural for someone like me to continue improving at such a speed." Reeve promotes to Necromancer! Preferred Stats: Magic, Health Weapon Proficiencies: Druidic (C), Dark (D) Personal Skill: Hidden Heart: If an ally is reduced to 0 HP, Reeve has +5% chance of triggering Vengeance their next combat. Skill: Levitation Draw Life (The Necromancer recovers 10% of any damage they deal as HP.) Bonuses: +3 HP, +2 MAG, +1 SKL, +2 DEF, +1 RES, +2 CON, +2 AID, 5 MOV, +5% HP