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Life-Recorder did her best to study and memorize the appearances of the enemy group, both the living and the now-dead, as she dashed towards the front line with all her power to get a closer look... until she saw the red-haired woman wound the delegation's healer with dangerous skill. This was a life-or-death situation, if something isn't done about it, both her and Deductions' projects will end where they stand. That cannot be led to pass. Life-Recorder to D8, attack Corporal Dart -
This emotional little moment Medusa is having with... herself... is a waste of time. She could easily be trying to lower the party's guards for a desparation blow! And even if the supposed "good" Medusa won out on this exchange (assuming she is no illusion), where would that leave Cicivexa? She's had it coming to her for a long time... Now then, let's see what this power can *really* do... While Medusa was distracted by her own external monologue, the wounded and poisoned Cicivexa channeled his newfound command over ice to empower his magicks. He gathered as much energy as he could,
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"So many lives to be lost..." Life-Recorder pulled from the back of her belt (just behind her cloak) a sharpened wooden ring. Not the deadliest weapon, but it could be thrown a long distance, yet was quick enough to wield in a close scuffle. Perfect for self-defense. "Very well. I swear that not one bug on this field will be forgotten." And so, with a burst of sudden alacrity did she rush closer to the front line, hoping to make out the details of the wounded lancer's face while he still stood. Life-Recorder to D11
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Power began to flow Cicivexa as everything around him suddenly seemed much, much smaller. Is this the power to oppose even gods? Would it be enough to oppose the goddess who... split in twain and began requesting that we attack her? Is this some sort of trap? Cicivexa is two-thirds inclined to spring this kind of trap, but with this much power, perhaps the larger threats should be incinerated first... Under the effect of Manaward, the Fruits of Hubris are ignored! Cicivexa uses Sharpcast, causing his next attack this round to be an automatic Critical Hit for 2x damage!
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As Cicivexa braced his will against further onslaught, a bizarre wave of feeling came over him. Not a voice, more akin to a raising magick... only he was perfectly conscious and on his feet. He could say yes, or no, and everything Cicivexa had learned throughout his career was telling him to say no. That any sort of sudden, seductive little voice from distinctly outside of him could be a trick, the siren song of a voidsent. The search for absolute power must be careful, and deliberate, and Oh Damn it All to the Seventh Hell MEDUSA WILL DIE TODAY! I did not take upon the Black to second-guess m
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Secluded-From-Illumination's fear of combat was overwhelming, but healthy regardless. "We are not going into battles per se, but with our luck, battles will likely find us, and yes, they are dangerous. That is why the delegation sent from the Redoubt is here: to accompany and protect us on this most important of missions." "Would've preferred a more experienced delegation, as I hear is normally expected, but..." The other adolescent scholar-to-be, the bee... perhaps her 'strong' reaction also should have been expected. Perhaps. "If you can find the time
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"Ah, marauders." As the conversation on competence ensued, Life-Recorder carefully stored the rolled up papers into her bag, save for one, and mulled over the delegation's news. It didn't sit right with her. "Excuse me for asking, but were you able to glean a motive from the attack? You couldn't have had enough supplies to make even a successful raid worth the losses, especially once they realized they had to contend with two-to-three experienced combatants." She then held onto the paper with the hand she used to carry the bag (It would certainly be useful to have been bor
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The female spider swiftly followed right behind Brilliant Deduction, keeping up with her while carrying several pieces of torn-off paper in her hand at once in her right hand, and what looked to be a rather heavy bag in her left. "Life-Recorder. Aspiring scholar, and assistant to Brilliant Deduction for two-hundred and sixty-eight days and counting. Pleased to me- It was then that she noticed the small bee's frantic begging, begging to become a recognized scholar. "Settle down, Stardust. A city isn't built in a day. It takes many moons, summers even, to become recogniz
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"So..." Cicivexa mumbled. "...we meet again." Cicivexa immediately reached for his staff, but a tidal wave of trepidation hit him that moment. He was fully aware of his odds against this... this god. She could crush him to death with only a finger! He needed to finish what they had started, but... "...we meet again, and for the last time. No matter what." It was then that Cicivexa noticed that the bizarre creatu- that Cell had prepared to defend him. Why? What did he do to deserve th- to convince this creature that he required this flagrant show of distrust in his power? This... in h
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"...Indeed, the risk would be too great, especially where Medusa is concerned. Who knows what she would do, even if we threatened to break it?"
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"Not to mention the additional threat of Medusa, a second deity of darkness, having followed us and joined Makuta's ranks. The threat she poses is unpredictable. Nothing can be spared in dealing with the threats we face." Cicivexa was still stunned by facing this thousand-year adversary of a god, but if he had something that could combat such threats, it needed to be deployed with all due haste.
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At first, Cicivexa sincerely doubted that Turaga Vakama had the power even for a mutually assured defeat of the Makuta. Perhaps he was mage of great power, but surely no individual could accomplish such a feat. But as they arrived at the vault, and the old man reminisced on having fought the Makuta countless times before, and on knowing and exploiting his every weakness, Cicivexa was dismayed. "How... for how long have you fought with the Makuta?"
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"We have been here long enough, and there are enough of us, that I would thinl something like this would have happened by now if it is an effect of this world alone. As for if it is the mask's effect..." Cicivexa reached into his pack. "This is the mask that I obtained when I arrived in this world. It should have no additional attributes to it, so there is a possibility this mutation would go away if you wore a different mask." Cicicexa handed it to the trepidatious demon hunter. "Now, I am only lending this to you. I expect you to return this to me as soon as you are in a position
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Cicivexa was attempting to figure out how he could store and preserve a large enough supply of fire aether when he heard the explosion. He recoiled instinctively at the noise, before hearing Sanada's panicking. Approaching fearfully, he saw her altered scalp. "You grew part of that monster's biology from thinking about it?! And this is not a normal occurrence for you?" Cicivexa's immense and assuredly impressive intellectual energy was now directed away from the matter of the frigid mountains, and towards this bizarre occurrence. "I have two theories on the matter. The first, and
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Anyone present could tell Cicivexa's mind was deep in planning. Anyone who had spent over a day with him could tell this meant nothing good. "I recall that we saved the water stone for last, the last we discussed the possibility of going there. To elucidate our past discussions for those who had yet to join us: We are in possession of one "Mask of Water Breathing," the Kanohi Kaukau. In addition, "Cell's" ability to detach his head seems to betray that he does not need to breathe to survive. The same could possibly be said of the golem. As for those who have since joined us, I coul