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Chapter 6: Old Elysium
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Arduously, the party trudged uphill for what seemed to be an hour, wading their way through the thick milky mist. Beowulf, feeling an obligation to lift his fellows’ spirits, had taken to song once again, booming his voice louder than ever before:

“OHH I WOuld walk five hundred miles aaNNDD I WOuld walk five hundred more-!”

What a bizarre, abnormal song, Merimies reflected; he had never heard anything like it before. Perhaps it was some drunken song invented in Helgran, or otherwise something he learned from some deranged hermit somewhere in the wilds of Botana. Either way, he wondered if Beowulf should be singing so loudly in what could potentially come to be enemy territory.

Soon enough, they reached the first obstruction in their journey: a great stone wall, hundreds of feet high and stretching far into the mists on either side. There seemed to be no way of getting around it or above it: they would have to go through it.

Before them lay a great set of double doors, ten feet high and cast entirely in stone; it would take a great deal of strength to open them in the conventional way.

“Careful Masters,” Merimies chimed out, “We do not know what… or who… lies beyond that door…!”
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| July 16, 2018, 11:11 am
Quoting Wertman 8
Arduously, the party trudged uphill for what seemed to be an hour, wading their way through the thick milky mist. Beowulf, feeling an obligation to lift his fellows’ spirits, had taken to song once again, booming his voice louder than ever before:

“OHH I WOuld walk five hundred miles aaNNDD I WOuld walk five hundred more-!”

What a bizarre, abnormal song, Merimies reflected; he had never heard anything like it before. Perhaps it was some drunken song invented in Helgran, or otherwise something he learned from some deranged hermit somewhere in the wildlands of Botana. Either way, he wondered if Beowulf should be singing so loudly in what could potentially come to be enemy territory.

Soon enough, they reached the first obstruction in their journey: a great stone wall, hundreds of feet high and stretched far into the mists on either side. There seemed to be no way of getting around it or above it: they would have to go through it.

Before them lay a great set of double doors, ten feet high and cast entirely in stone; it would take a great deal of strength to open them in the conventional way.

“Careful Masters,” Merimies chimed out, “We do not know what… or who… lies beyond that door…!”

"maybe Beowulf can sing at them!" said Pepeke. "that would do a number! although, I must say that with a bit of guitar, it has a lot of potential." Pepeke held up his white guitar. It had a few chips from the crash-landing of the boat, but other than that and needing to be tuned, it was in perfect condition. Pepeke said, "all jokes aside, Merimies is right. We need a scout... how about you?" he asked a small beetle. it gave an affirmative squeak and scuttled under the doors.
ooc: admins, if you want you can depict what the bug does and sees... I know you have a plan for those doors.
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| July 16, 2018, 11:17 am
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Quoting Meepinater C.
"maybe Beowulf can sing at them!" said Pepeke. "that would do a number! although, I must say that with a bit of guitar, it has a lot of potential." Pepeke held up his white guitar. It had a few chips from the crash-landing of the boat, but other than that and needing to be tuned, it was in perfect condition. Pepeke said, "all jokes aside, Merimies is right. We need a scout... how about you?" he asked a small beetle. it gave an affirmative squeak and scuttled under the doors.

Everyone listened with bated breath to the scuttling of the beetle beneath the stone door. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing else behind the door, as no other noise could be heard to counteract the sound of the insect.

However, the party all leaped back as several large, heavy footsteps thundered towards them, syncopated with bestial, gravelly breaths; this culminated with a great crash, the sound of heavy steel smashing into concrete with all the force of a falling oak tree; a burst of dust seethed from the crack in the door. As the crash echoed in everyone's ears, the insect could be heard no more.

A great, booming sigh emanated from within, and the great footsteps became fainter and fainter as the creature within trod back to its original spot; then followed the sound of a heavy blade being rooted into the concrete.

From then on, silence.
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| July 16, 2018, 12:10 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Quoting Meepinater C.
"maybe Beowulf can sing at them!" said Pepeke. "that would do a number! although, I must say that with a bit of guitar, it has a lot of potential." Pepeke held up his white guitar. It had a few chips from the crash-landing of the boat, but other than that and needing to be tuned, it was in perfect condition. Pepeke said, "all jokes aside, Merimies is right. We need a scout... how about you?" he asked a small beetle. it gave an affirmative squeak and scuttled under the doors.

Everyone listened with bated breath to the scuttling of the beetle beneath the stone door. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing else behind the door, as no other noise could be heard to counteract the sound of the insect.

However, the party all leaped back as several large, heavy footsteps thundered towards them, syncopated with bestial, gravelly breaths; this culminated with a great crash, the sound of heavy steel smashing into concrete with all the force of a falling oak tree; a burst of dust seethed from the crack in the door. As the crash echoed in everyone's ears, the insect could be heard no more.

A great, booming sigh emanated from within, and the great footsteps became fainter and fainter as the creature within trod back to its original spot; then followed the sound of a heavy blade being rooted into the concrete.

From then on, silence.

Pepeke stared at the door. "Um... What was that?"
he looked around with wide, scared eyes. "I'm not quite sure I want to go in there anymore..."
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| July 16, 2018, 12:20 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Quoting Meepinater C.
"maybe Beowulf can sing at them!" said Pepeke. "that would do a number! although, I must say that with a bit of guitar, it has a lot of potential." Pepeke held up his white guitar. It had a few chips from the crash-landing of the boat, but other than that and needing to be tuned, it was in perfect condition. Pepeke said, "all jokes aside, Merimies is right. We need a scout... how about you?" he asked a small beetle. it gave an affirmative squeak and scuttled under the doors.

Everyone listened with bated breath to the scuttling of the beetle beneath the stone door. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing else behind the door, as no other noise could be heard to counteract the sound of the insect.

However, the party all leaped back as several large, heavy footsteps thundered towards them, syncopated with bestial, gravelly breaths; this culminated with a great crash, the sound of heavy steel smashing into concrete with all the force of a falling oak tree; a burst of dust seethed from the crack in the door. As the crash echoed in everyone's ears, the insect could be heard no more.

A great, booming sigh emanated from within, and the great footsteps became fainter and fainter as the creature within trod back to its original spot; then followed the sound of a heavy blade being rooted into the concrete.

From then on, silence.

"Maybe we can go over...?" Rengar asks
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| July 16, 2018, 12:24 pm
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“Whatever is on the other side of that door,” Tuhinga said, fearfully, “is huge. And most likely not friendly...!”

“Let’s fight it then!” Kae said, “We’ve fought worse, I’m sure. Besides, Beowulf can always charm it to death with his looks.” Kae winked at Beowulf.
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| July 16, 2018, 12:48 pm
Quoting Daniel H.
“Whatever is on the other side of that door,” Tuhinga said, fearfully, “is huge. And most likely not friendly...!”

“Let’s fight it then!” Kae said, “We’ve fought worse, I’m sure. Besides, Beowulf can always charm it to death with his looks.” Kae winked at Beowulf.

Pepeke pretended to vomit. "EEEEE-YUCK!" he walked over to the doors and put his hand and ear on it. (do agori have outer ears?) "I would prefer that we don't go in... maybe we can go over or around, like Rengar said." Pepeke looked anxiously up at Beowulf, clearly not wanting to go in after what the monster did to the beetle.
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| July 16, 2018, 1:05 pm
Pontel walked up to the door, tieing a rope to the end of a spear, he tried to throw it over. It almost cleared the door, but came back down violently quick at the party."Out of the way! Move!" Pontel telled as he shoved people away from the falling spear
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| July 16, 2018, 1:54 pm
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Beowulf slowly strode towards the ancient doors. While remnants of ancient incantations, long drained of power, dotted their grimy surface, a gilded message shone. He cocked his head as he read it.

“To all who enter unwelcome, submit to despair. Yet if you are friend...” he trails off, the remainder too damaged to read.

He looks down from the inscription and instead at the rubble which blocked the door. “Well, no going through without taking care of this first,” he says as he hooks his fingers underneath a massive slab. With a grunt, he begins lifting it, slowly raising it above his head.

Protests from the crowd of Agori quickly rang out, pleading that they find another way of entrance. Beowulf shook his head as he tosses the stone aside, filling the air with the sound of cracking tiles as it hit the floor.

“Whatever is inside can obviously move, and would undoubtedly assail us if we found another method of entry. Better to fight it head on than be caught off guard later. Now’” he places husband hands on the cold surfaces of the doors, “prepare yourselves!”

For a moment, their is silence as everyone anxiously holds their breaths. Then, the sound of stone rubbing against stone echoes across the entry plaza as the doors begin to move. A crack opens between the heavy stone slabs, and Beowulf smiles as beads of sweat run down his face. “Even the heaviest door is no match for me!” He screams triumphantly as he tosses the doors aside.
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| July 16, 2018, 2:54 pm
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The doors stood ajar, and the Agori trod gingerly into a large square courtyard, enclosed in high walls of stone. Facing them on the other side were a second pair of doors, though smaller and made merely of wood.

Stood between the Agori and these doors, powerfully poised in the centre of the enclosure, was a ginormous warrior dressed in ornate, golden laced armour; adorned on the very top was a broad, square helmet, shaped very much like the one Ramza wore in the days of old. This delicate armour was spoiled not only by the wear and tear of many decades, but also the thick globs of tar that surrounded him; an arm and a leg were coated in thick black mucus, as great black tentacles writhed from protrusions in both his back and the vertical slits of his helmet. His hands were placed on the hilt of a great, cumbersome blade that closer resembled a club than it did a sword.

When he spoke, it was in a resonant growl that shook the souls of the Agori; a deep, booming voice of a brute refined by office, of vacuous savagery juxtaposed with elegant formality.

“Halt! By King Alphinaud’s decree, none may enter Elysium. Turn back: this is a fight you do not want, and will not win...!”
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| July 16, 2018, 3:01 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
The doors stood ajar, and the Agori trod gingerly into a large square courtyard, enclosed in high walls of stone. Facing them on the other side were a second pair of doors, though smaller and made merely of wood.

Stood between the Agori and these doors, powerfully poised in the centre of the enclosure, was a ginormous warrior dressed in ornate, golden laced armour; adorned on the very top was a broad, square helmet, shaped very much like the one Ramza wore in the days of old. This delicate armour was spoiled not only by the wear and tear of many decades, but also the thick globs of tar that surrounded him; an arm and a leg were coated in thick black mucus, as great black tentacles writhed from protrusions in both his back and the vertical slits of his helmet. His hands were placed on the hilt of a great, cumbersome blade that closer resembled a club than it did a sword.

When he spoke, it was in a resonant growl that shook the souls of the Agori; a deep, booming voice of a brute refined by office, of vacuous savagery juxtaposed with elegant formality.

“Halt! By King Alphinaud’s decree, none may enter Elysium. Turn back: this is a fight you do not want, and will not win...!”


Beowulf warily addresses the titan. “Alphinaud, you say? Friend, look around you: Elysium lies in ruins. Alphinaud abandoned this city long ago, and perished 60 years ago on Zanarkand when fighting Sur’kosh. We are here to seek clues as to the origin of the Tar, and have been sent by Lord Krickarr of Kakhan,” Beowulf slides a boot awkwardly against the floor, “a name which, on second thought, likely means little to you.”
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| July 16, 2018, 5:18 pm
Pepeke turns pale at the sight of the giant. "A-any ch-chance we c-c-can avoid th-th-this g-guy?" He said, teeth chattering in fear. looking around, he saw no other way out. Pepeke steeled himself, ready for a fight... and whatever else may come.
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| July 16, 2018, 6:51 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf warily addresses the titan. “Alphinaud, you say? Friend, look around you: Elysium lies in ruins. Alphinaud abandoned this city long ago, and perished 60 years ago on Zanarkand when fighting Sur’kosh. We are here to seek clues as to the origin of the Tar, and have been sent by Lord Krickarr of Kakhan,” Beowulf slides a boot awkwardly against the floor, “a name which, on second thought, likely means little to you.”

The giant regarded Beowulf's words momentarily and for a moment, there was no movement except for the gentle swaying of his tentacles.

"...you would be correct," the great knight boomed, yanking his sword from the concrete and brandishing it boldly, "but it does mean that you are a liar! You are but more minions of Sur'Kosh, come to poison my resolve with you mischievous slander. It doesn't matter whether you pretend to be Ar'Gri or Elysian, and it doesn't matter how much you warp the environment with your illusions; you will make no fool of the Waiting One!"

With a furious roar, the Waiting One dashed forward, swinging his hefty blade and striking Beowulf with an upper swing. In any other position the Agori would have been crushed, but instead he was merely flung across the patio, crashing into the wall with tremendous force.

"Seeing as you will not leave," the brute began marching towards them, "I shall have to remove you, as I have done countless others...!"

[Combat engaged]

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 150
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 2
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 16, 2018, 7:14 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
The giant regarded Beowulf's words momentarily and for a moment, there was no movement except for the gentle swaying of his tentacles.

"...you would be correct," the great knight boomed, yanking his sword from the concrete and brandishing it boldly, "but it does mean that you are a liar! You are but more minions of Sur'Kosh, come to poison my resolve with you mischievous slander. It doesn't matter whether you pretend to be Ar'Gri or Elysian, and it doesn't matter how much you warp the environment with your illusions; you will make no fool of the Waiting One!"

With a furious roar, the Waiting One dashed forward, swinging his hefty blade and striking Beowulf with an upper swing. In any other position the Agori would have been crushed, but instead he was merely flung across the patio, crashing into the wall with tremendous force.

"Seeing as you will not leave," the brute began marching towards them, "I shall have to remove you, as I have done countless others...!"

[Combat engaged]

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 150
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 2
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)


Beowulf, Level 5
HP: 5
STR: 15
MAG: 0
Charge: 2

Beowulf quickly picked himself up from the floor, dusting himself off. The Waiting One’s attention has shifted from the warrior, as he now lumbers towards the party.

“Hey, Mr. Waiting One!” The ancient giant pauses, turning back towards Beowulf. Fueled by adrenaline but tempered by nerves, he decides to try to reason with the mad brute.

“Now, look-“ Beowulf is cut short as the Waiting One’s colosal broadsword whizzes past his ears, inches away from pulverizing him. “Alrighty then,” Beowulf says as he backpedals, while the giant lifts his blade to prepare another strike.

“Sur’kosh is no more; he was struck down on Zanarkand by Lord Krickarr of Kahkan! There, that name should mean something to you now!” The Waiting One cleaves horizontally, but Beowulf ducks beneath the heavy edge. “Additionally, Sur’kosh has been before weakened by the Oversoulled Himself, Knight Ramza! Sur’kosh is defeated, returned to the void from whence he and all demons came! Please, we mean you no-“ a kick catches Beowulf in the chest sends him skidding along th plaza, “-harm.”

The warrior stands again. “Think about this: neither I nor my companions have assaulted you yet, despite ample opportunity to do so. Do you really think that we want to fight-“

The Waiting One slams down his broadsword before Beowulf can dodge. However, there is no resounding thud, and the Elysian Giant is surprised to see the Agori blocking the blade, desperately pushing against it with his hands.

“Alright, ya big doof,” Beowulf mutters between clenched teeth, “ya want a fight? I’ll give you one!” With a heave he knocks the Waiting One’s sword to the side, and swiftly uppercuts the ancient helm.

“I didn’t want to fight, I really didn’t, but it looks like I’ll have to beat the sense back into ya!”

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 135
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 2
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 16, 2018, 7:53 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 12
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Merimies drew his blade as the Waiting One lumbered, staggering from the impact. A deep, tinny growl sounded from within the helmet as it dripped liquid Tar.

"...you lie!" he reared upright, lifting his blade high into the air; he brought it down, knocking Beowulf off his feet. Bolting forth, he growled: "What a silver-tongued devil you are, minion of Sur'kosh, trying to twist my sense of reality! I'll have to deal with you first, to maintain my sanity..."

Dropping his great sword with a clatter, the Waiting One lifted Beowulf high into the air.

"How DARE you mention the name of Ramza Oversoul! To pretend that he is your ally! You're not fit to lick his boots, vermin!" he hollered as he smashed the Agori into the concrete like a piledriver, knocking him out cold.

Picking up his sword, he reeled onto the others: "Who is next?!"

Beowulf, Level 5
HP: 0 (-5)
STR: 15 MAG: 0
Charge: 2

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 135
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 2
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 16, 2018, 8:19 pm
Pepeke lvl 5
hp 6
str 5
mag 9
chg 2

Pepeke, seeing the escalation in the "conversation", quickly mutters a spell. a small blue flame kindles in the palm of his hand. Darting between stomping feet, Pepeke jumps up and plants his hand on the giant's thigh, making a burnt spot.

The waiting one, lvl 150
hp 126 (-9)
str 5
chg 2

The Waiting one spots Pepeke and the small blue flame and swats the young scientist like a fly. Pepeke ducks, but the hand comes back around to slam its fist into the floor.
Pepeke, lvl 5
hp 1 (-5)
str 5
mag 9
chg 2
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| July 16, 2018, 8:54 pm
Pontel Gunn:
HP: 8
STR: 11
MAG: 1
CHARGE: 2

Pontel back stepped to his cart, making sure not to take his eyes of the giant. Feeling around he found a hammer. Not just any hammer, a very large one requiring two hands to wield. Pontel ran up and hit it on the ankle, dropping the Giant to one knee. The giant grabbed Pontel's hammer, lifting it into the air. Pontel let go quickly as to not be within his grasp. The giant threw the hammer at Pontel with ease, Pontel barely got out of the way before it hit the ground with an earth shattering force.

The Waiting One: LVL: 150
HP: 115 (-11)
ATK: 5


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| July 16, 2018, 9:02 pm
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Kae (Level 5)
HP: 8
STR: 12
MAG:
CHG: 2

Kae cracked a smile and charged at the giant, dodging around as it swung it's mighty blade at her. She found an opening, and shot her blade out of it's handle, straight into the giant's leg. She quickly yanked it back out, and retracted the blade. As she tried to escape, the giant smashed the broadside of his sword into Kae, sending her flying and knocking her out cold.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 103(-12)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 2
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

Kae (Level 5)
HP: 0(-8)
STR: 12
MAG:
CHG: 2
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| July 16, 2018, 9:34 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 12
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Merimies, seeing Kae knocked cold, rushed into the fray. Heaving a great breath, he leaped forth, holding his harpoon head high with both hands.

The Waiting One, spotting this attack, spun around with ferocious speed with his sword raised. Both blades emanated a great clang as Merimies' attack rebounded. As the old Agori landed on the floor, the Waiting One let forth a great kick, flinging the Agori back several meters.

"Swarm as you might, little insects- I will crush you all in the end! Do you see me, great Emperor? How well I do your work! I hope you are proud of me, Alphinaud..."

Spotting Tuhinga, the giant brandished his sword once more; "Perhaps you will only come down once I defeat ALL of Sur'Kosh's minions... that I can easily do!"

Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 7 (-5)
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 103
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1 (-1 from Daniel's comment)
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 16, 2018, 9:52 pm
Pepeke sat up in the small crater left by the giant's fist. Feeling a sharp pain, he looked down at his right arm... it was severely and obviously broken. He tried to stand up but his left ankle gave way and the wounded agori sunk to a knee. Pepeke, feeling frustrated and infuriated, whispered a string of words only he could understand. he stretched out his left hand towards The Waiting One and a small blue stream streaked towards the giant's face. Although it wasn't strong enough to do any damage, it hit The Waiting One's left eye, dimming his eyesight. "Hit his eye-- EEP!" Pepeke squeaked as he crawled out of the way of a stomping foot. He crawled behind a boulder to avoid further harm.
Pepeke Lvl 5:
hp 1
mag 9
atk 5
charge 2

The Waiting One, lvl 15o
hp 102 (-1 for the hit to the eye)
atk 5
mag 0
charge 2
relic: Waiting Sword, +3 to atk
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| July 16, 2018, 10:18 pm
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke sat up in the small crater left by the giant's fist. Feeling a sharp pain, he looked down at his right arm... it was severely and obviously broken. He tried to stand up but his left ankle gave way and the wounded agori sunk to a knee. Pepeke, feeling frustrated and infuriated, whispered a string of words only he could understand. he stretched out his left hand towards The Waiting One and a small blue stream streaked towards the giant's face. Although it wasn't strong enough to do any damage, it hit The Waiting One's left eye, dimming his eyesight. "Hit his eye-- EEP!" Pepeke squeaked as he crawled out of the way of a stomping foot. He crawled behind a boulder to avoid further harm.
Pepeke Lvl 5:
hp 1
mag 9
atk 5
charge 2

The Waiting One, lvl 15o
hp 102 (-1 for the hit to the eye)
atk 5
mag 0
charge 2
relic: Waiting Sword, +3 to atk


Rengar lvl 5
HP: 8
STR: 5
MAG: 7
CHG: 2

Rengar grows a vine quickly upwards to the giants hand, wrapping around it and pulling The Waiting One to the ground. As itroared with anger, it slammed it's fist down where rengar had just been, but missed. Rengar had climbed onto the giant's back, and no matter how he tried, The Waiting One couldn't reach him.

Rengar lvl 5
HP: 8
STR: 5
MAG: 7
CHG: 2

The Waiting One, lvl 150
HP: 95 (from Rengar's plants)
ATK: 5
MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Sword, +3 to ATK
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| July 16, 2018, 10:40 pm
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As Rengar clambered onto the Waiting One's back, the great titan reared upright; in an instant, the svelte warrior found himself ensnared by the black oily tendrils that protruded from the brute's back. Rengar was lifted high into the air and tossed several paces, landing with a heavy thud. The Waiting One then turned his attention to Pepeke.

"You'll be the next to pay, dark minion of Sur'Kosh!"

Rengar (Level 5)
HP: 3 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 7
CHG: 2

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 95
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 16, 2018, 10:55 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
As Rengar clambered onto the Waiting One's back, the great titan reared upright; in an instant, the svelte warrior found himself ensnared by the black oily tendrils that protruded from the brute's back. Rengar was lifted high into the air and tossed several paces, landing with a heavy thud. The Waiting One then turned his attention to Pepeke.

"You'll be the next to pay, dark minion of Sur'Kosh!"

Rengar lvl 5
HP: 3 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 7
CHG: 2

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 95
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

ooc: pepeke is behind a rock... not sure that affects anything.

Pepeke hears the giant's declaration, and hobbles around the feet of the giant, keeping it going in circles. He mutters a spell, and a huge, black beetle erupts from the ground and...
licks the giant's face, knocking it down. "Tiberius beetles... very friendly and very large... Yikes!" Pepeke jumps out of the way of the falling Giant, but the shock knocks him against a wall. Pepeke slumps against it, knocked out and with a chest wound.

Pepeke lvl 5:
hp 0 (-1)
atk 5
mag 9
chg 2

The Waiting One:
hp 95
atk 5
mag o
chg 1
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| July 16, 2018, 11:27 pm
Oclavis charged towards the Waiting One, swinging his bludgeon up towards his chest. The giant warrior ignored the petty blow, and picking Oclavis up by his arm, he flung him away.

Oclavis Lvl 5
hp 2 (-5)
atk 4
mag 9
charge 2

The Waiting One:
hp 91 (-4)
atk 5
mag o
chg 1

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| July 17, 2018, 3:33 am
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 7
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Pinned down by the weight of Pepeke's Tiberius Beetle, the Waiting One thrashed furiously.

"Alphinaud!" he cried, "hear my voice, the one who loves you most in all Elysium! Grant me the strength to carry on!"

He could feel the infection of the Tar taking hold, and his resolve slowly slipping away. He had to keep fighting; that was the only way to prolong it. With a terrifying cry of "Elysia!", he lifted his blade and ripped through the great beetle's shell; the dead creature slid to the floor in two separate halves, trailing transparent goo behind it.

The Waiting One rose, eyeing the unconscious form of Pepeke: "-controlling wildlife, eh? That is certainly the trick of Makuta Sur'Kosh; and your friend tried to convince me you were Ar'Gri! Bah!" he scoffed, advancing ever closer to the fallen magician. With a gurgling grunt, the giant raised his blade high into the air.

"Witness me, great Alphinaud; the Waiting One draws blood!"

However, with a sharp twinge of pain the brute arched upwards, dropping his Great-Sword. Looking down, he saw Old Merimies, with his harpoon head firmly embedded into the Waiting One's calf.

"I cannot allow you to harm him, monster!" Merimies cried, leaping back to avoid a stomp from the Waiting One.

The Tar-Clogged guardian thus advanced on Merimies, with the rusty blade still protruding from his leg.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 83 (-8)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 17, 2018, 12:56 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 7
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Pinned down by the weight of Pepeke's Tiberius Beetle, the Waiting One thrashed furiously.

"Alphinaud!" he cried, "hear my voice, the one who loves you most in all Elysium! Grant me the strength to carry on!"

He could feel the infection of the Tar taking hold, and his resolve slowly slipping away. He had to keep fighting; that was the only way to prolong it. With a terrifying cry of "Elysia!", he lifted his blade and ripped through the great beetle's shell; the dead creature slid to the floor in two separate halves, trailing transparent goo behind it.

The Waiting One rose, eyeing the unconscious form of Pepeke: "-controlling wildlife, eh? That is certainly the trick of Makuta Sur'Kosh; and your friend tried to convince me you were Ar'Gri! Bah!" he scoffed, advancing ever closer to the fallen magician. With a gurgling grunt, the giant raised his blade high into the air.

"Witness me, great Alphinaud; the Waiting One draws blood!"

However, with a sharp twinge of pain the brute arched upwards, dropping his Great-Sword. Looking down, he saw Old Merimies, with his harpoon head firmly embedded into the Waiting One's calf.

"I cannot allow you to harm him, monster!" Merimies cried, leaping back to avoid a stomp from the Waiting One.

The Tar-Clogged guardian thus advanced on Merimies, with the rusty blade still protruding from his leg.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 83 (-8)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)


Rengar (Level 5)
HP: 3
STR: 5
MAG: 7
CHG: 2

Rengar's eyes glowed as he sprinted towards the waiting one. He attached vines to the ceiling and swung up to the giant, encasing him in a thick layer of bark, temporarily paralyzing him. Rengar thrusts a vine through the bark, stabbing the waiting one in the eye. Rengar slowly decends back to the ground and backs up.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 74 (-7) (Paralyzed)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 17, 2018, 3:30 pm
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As Merimies backpedalled from the Waiting One, he trips on a loose cobblestone and tumbles backwards. The Elysian Giant lumbers forwards, raising his broadsword over his head.

“Minion of Sur’kosh, I cast you back to the void,” he is interrupted by a rock that pegs him in the helmet. While harmless, it distracts the Waiting One Long enough for Merimies to crawl away. However, the giant is now more concerned by its new foe, who stands perched atop a stone balcony.

“Hate to break it to ya,” Beowulf says between sharp breaths, “but knocking me into a wall up ‘ere ain’t gonna stop me.” One hand holds another rock, ready to toss, while the other clutches his side where the ribs have given way. An injury normal incapacitating, but only a minor annoyance for one such as Beowulf.

“Die, vermin!” With a triumphant cry, the Waiting One slashes through one of the balcony’s support pillars, sending it crashing down. However, Beowulf leaps from the edge and throws his stone, pegging a lump of exposed tar. Unfazed and enraged, the giant charges Beowulf while the stone slowly sinks into the being.

“Now, if talking about Ramza,” Beowulf dodges to the side, “was enough to set you off,” a quick hop backwards over the broadsword, “let me tell you this. I was his,”

“Silence!” The Waiting One kicks Beowulf in the head, sending him skidding across the ground of the outer patio. “I shall not be deluded by a minion of Sur’kosh! You and your kind shall perish here!”

Again, the Agori warrior slowly rose, ignoring his injuries. “I was his student,” he slurs from a smashed jaw, “he taught me for five years, teaching me everything from how to fight to Old Elysium to the structures of the heavens themselves. And I’ll be cursed if I let his teachings die here!”

With wordless rage, the Waiting One slams his greatsword into the ground. Cracks spread out from the impact in a semicircle around Beowulf, terminating when the reach the cliff’s edge. For a moment, there is silence, before the entire severed ledge, Beowulf included, slides off the cliff into the stagnant lake far below.

Satisfied, the Waiting One lifts his blade and turns back towards the entryway to Elysium. The other Agori brace themselves; they are now trapped in the courtyard, with no way out but to fight.
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| July 17, 2018, 4:16 pm
Stronoff, Hiiro, and Ramses HP: 9
Atk: 6
(They don't have magic at the moment)

The trio attack it from three sides to confuse even more to damage to it.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 68 (Paralyzed)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 17, 2018, 4:52 pm
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Quoting Toa Gaim
Stronoff, Hiiro, and Ramses HP: 9
Atk: 6
(They don't have magic at the moment)

The trio attack it from three sides to confuse even more to damage to it.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 68 (Paralyzed)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)


Rage boiling, the Waiting One smashes the bark and vines that restrain him with brutal strength. With shocking speed, he charges Hiiro and slams his greatsword into the Agori, sending him flying across the battlefield.

“You serVANts of Sur’KOSH SHall PeriSH!” He exclaims, clearly losing his grip on reality. “HEar my blADE SinG for yOU, ALphinAUD! I BAnish thESE monstROSities to the VOID!”

Stronoff, Hiiro, and Ramses, Level 4 (P.S. You forgot to level up, please do so after this fight)
HP: 4 (-5)
STR: 6

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 68
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 18, 2018, 12:05 am
Quoting Dark Aeon

Rage boiling, the Waiting One smashes the bark and vines that restrain him with brutal strength. With shocking speed, he charges Hiiro and slams his greatsword into the Agori, sending him flying across the battlefield.

“You serVANts of Sur’KOSH SHall PeriSH!” He exclaims, clearly losing his grip on reality. “HEar my blADE SinG for yOU, ALphinAUD! I BAnish thESE monstROSities to the VOID!”

Stronoff, Hiiro, and Ramses, Level 4 (P.S. You forgot to level up, please do so after this fight)
HP: 4 (-5)
STR: 6

The Waiting One, Level 50
HP: 68
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)


"Hiiro!" Stronoff exclaimed in shock then turn to Ramses. "Go help your brother while I'll hold it off." Stronoff got into a defensive stance.

Stronoff, Hiiro, and Ramses.
HP: 4
STR: 6
(I'll look into it.)

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| July 18, 2018, 12:19 pm
Troat'all looked at the great beast before he threw his little dagger at it, but was then barely glanced by the giant broadsword.

Troat'all
Lvl 5
Hp:3 -6
Attack: 4
Charge:1
Mag:0

ooc: I get 16 or 14 points to work with right?
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| July 18, 2018, 1:42 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 7
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Merimies rises to his feet at last, staring in horror at the battle unfolding. The Waiting One was holding up a good fight, struggling valiantly despite being immensely outnumbered.

Deflecting a blow from the enigmatic Troat'all, the giant staggers a little, coughing violently. A few globs of liquid Tar emanate from the grill of his helmet, itself surrounded in black, gooey tendrils.

"Ack! This... infection grows stronger..." he mutters, deflecting a blow from the dexterous Stronoff, "...but I shall defeat them nonetheless, King Alphinaud! I may not be Ramza, but I can do this at least; no Black Tide or Minion of Sur'Kosh can change that!"

Merimies spots his blade, still protruding from the guardian's steel plated calf, and dashes forth. Catching it in his right hand, the Old Agori yanks it out, spraying out a thick black liquid. The Waiting One yelps and sinks to one knee, while Merimies runs out of harm's way.

"Alphinaud, are you there?" the tired titan looks up to the heavens in delirium, "Why do you not come?"

Merimies turns around to survey his work: "He's open!" he yells to the others, "Somebody strike!"

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 60 (-8)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 18, 2018, 2:32 pm
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Tuhinga (Level 5)
HP: 10
STR: 10
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Tuhinga had been on the sidelines, watching the battle in horror, shocked and stunned. But Mermies’s call to strike jolted him out of it. He saw the Waiting One standing there, gazing up at the sky. He saw the opportunity, and charged at the giant, grabbing his dagger from his back as he ran. He lept into the air, as high as he possibly could, and plunged his blade into the Waiting One’s side with all his strength. The guardian roared with pain, and seeing Tuhinga on the ground, trying to get away, the Waiting One aimed a mighty kick at him, sending him flying. Tuhinga scrambled to his feet, pain shooting through his body. “My blade!” He yelled. It was still in the giant’s side. That blade was a relic, a family hair loom passed down through generations. He had to get it back.

Tuhinga (Level 5)
HP: 5 (-5)
STR: 10
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 50 (-10)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

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| July 18, 2018, 3:02 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 7
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The Old Agori watched Tuhinga deliver his blow: The Waiting One staggered, a tinny gurgle echoing through the slits of his helmet, from which a black froth was now foaming.

"No... No!" the giant garbled, trying desperately to keep hold of his mind, but it was too late; he dropped his great sword and fell to his knees. In his last moments of consciousness, he cried out:

"AlphinaaaAAAAAUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHH!"

With a terrifying scream, the Waiting One's helmet shattered; out from the neck merged a great black head of Tar, all jaw and no eyes; it had the face of some nightmarish animal. The Waiting One was no more- all that remained was Tar.

"RAAAUUUUGGGHHH!"

The beast lurched towards Merimies, knocking him down with a great swipe of the fist. From all around the Agori, several smaller Tar creatures rose up, gurgling ferociously at the other Agori. the beast picked up its sword, and advanced threateningly towards the others.

Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

[PHASE 2]

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 50
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

3 Tar-Clogged Minions (Level 2)
HP: 10/10/10 (Three lots of ten)
STR: 1 MAG: 0
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| July 19, 2018, 12:06 pm
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Bokeh (Level 5)
HP 7
STR 11
MAG 2
Charge 2

Bokeh had stayed back at the beginning of the fight, only occasionally running in and taunting the monster with a minor strike, gauging the Agoris' fighting ability. But now he can see that his holding back had only cost them a chance to defeat the beast, for with its new transformation it could already be too late. Cursing himself, Bokeh throws himself into the battle, a whirl of blue and silver striking out left and right at the spawn of the black tide, boldly declaring his challenge directly in the face of the monstrous gatekeeper.
"Come, you defiler of the past! Dance the spears with me, and show yourself worthy of your station!"

Tar-Clogged Minion #1
HP 0 (-11)
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| July 20, 2018, 1:10 am
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Pikau had gotten very lost.

He was trekking with the rest of the group behind Beowulf, but then he got distracted by a lizard scurrying underfoot and had followed it into the mists. Now he was damply wandering around the unfamiliar terrain, trying to find some trace of his comrades. Eventually he stumbles into a wall, and with nothing better to go on, follows it. Suddenly the sound of splitting rock resounds behind him, and Pikau turns to begin slowly jogging back along the wall. If he had learned anything, it was that loud noises always meant the group was nearby.

Farther on an animalistic cry of pain rends the air, and Pikau struggles under the weight of his Pack to pick up the pace.

"Curse my preparedness! What is going on over there?!"
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| July 20, 2018, 10:20 am
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Pikau arrived at an open doorway as sounds of combat rang behind the wall. Panting with exhaustion, he set his Pack down by some rubble as he peeked around the massive doors. He stared in shock. Several party members were down, some with obviously major injuries. The warriors who stood were desperately fighting small Tar monsters, while a Tar-infected giant attacked any who attempted to injure it. Still tired, Pikau pulled out his whip and leapt through the doorway. They needed backup.

Pikau(Level 5)
HP:10
STR:10
MAG:0
CHARGE:2

Pikau lashes his whip at one of the minions, quickly slicing back and forth until the monster is nothing but a pile of liquid Tar.

Tar Minion#2
HP:0(-10 for whip flurry)
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| July 20, 2018, 11:41 am
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 2
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

From within the walls, the Waiting One roared again; despite Bokeh's proud challenge, the beast heard him not. All memory of his charge had dissipated, with that part of his brain already consumed by the thick black tide within his skull. Raising his great-sword, the giant mindlessly swiped at the Elysian, attempting to swat away that troublesome noise.

Some distance away, Merimies staggered to his feet, reeling from the blow that had been dealt him. He felt himself for any open wounds, and was relieved to find that he was not bleeding; that was the last thing they needed right now.

The Old Agori spotted a small golden dagger poking out the side of the Waiting One, and very quickly recognised it as the air-loom of Tuhinga; though he was not really in the state for many more daring escapades, he knew that Tuhinga would need it back if he was going to continue aiding them in the fight.

Thus, taking a deep breath, Merimies rushed towards the lumbering form of the Waiting One, currently distracted by Bokeh. Grunting loudly, he leaped forward to grab the blade, yanking it out of the Waiting One's side. A thick glob of Tar shot out from the open wound as the giant staggered and shrieked. The Agori rolled to avoid the lesser Tar creatures, each lunging and slashing at the moving form.

Finally, Merimies ran up to Tuhinga, blade in hand. The plump young scholar blinked at him in shock as his companion pressed the dagger hilt into his palm.

"We... *huff* ...need to keep at it, Master Tuhinga...!"

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 42 (-8)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

Tar-Clogged Minion #3 (Level 2)
HP: 10
STR: 1 MAG: 0
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| July 20, 2018, 11:53 am
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Tuhinga (Level 5)
HP: 5
STR: 10
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

“Thank you, Mermies!” Tuhinga exclaimed, relieved to have his blade back. His joy was cut short as a tar clogged minion charged at him, its blade raised. The creature swung its blade at Tuhinga, who narrowly dodged it. He swung his blade with all his might at the creature, and severed its head from its body cleanly. It fell to the ground with a sickening squish. Tuhinga turned around, bracing for more combat.

Tar-Clogged Minion #3 (Level 2)
HP: 0(-10)
STR: 1 MAG: 0
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| July 20, 2018, 1:35 pm
Rengar (Level 5)
HP: 3
STR: 5 MAG: 7

Rengar draws his swords and charges the tar-clogged guardian, but his attack was blocked by it's sword, breaking them off. He stabs the hilts into it's leg just as the giant kicks him across the room.

Rengar (Level 5)
HP: 0 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 7

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 37 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 20, 2018, 2:20 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 2
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Merimies' eyes flickered from Tuhinga dispensing a lesser Tar creature to the Waiting One flinging Rengar across the courtyard. He could feel his legs wobbling beneath him; he did not know for how much longer they could keep this up.

The Waiting One turned to face Bokeh, who wielded his Beastbane Warblade with the ferocity of some feral beast. Shrieking the war chant of Elysium, the Legionnaire charged forth, his blade readied for piercing. With uncanny speed, the Waiting One sidestepped Bokeh and grabbed him from behind, flinging him up into the air and allowing him to crash straight into the concrete.

Merimies watched on in horror as the mindless husk of this once great guardian advanced on Bokeh's sprawled form. He did not know if the Elysian was going to get up, or if he would have to intervene.

Bokeh (Level 5)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 11 MAG: 2
CHG: 2

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 37
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 20, 2018, 6:34 pm
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Pikau(Level 5)
HP:10
STR:10
MAG:0
CHARGE:2

Pikau steels his nerves before turning to face the towering monster. He balked as it easily knocked aside several fighters, seemingly unfazed by their attacks.

With things looking desperate, Pikau sighs, then cups his hands around his mouth and makes a bellowing call. The Waiting One immediately turns towards the sound and swings his sword, which Pikau barely dodges. The next attack is a kick, which he doesn't dodge. Hitting the ground some feet away, the injured Agori struggles to rise, the wind knocked out of him.

The giant approaches. This was a bad idea. Who knows if they even live here? He shouldn't have sacrificed the element of surprise so soon. Then he stops. He feels a tremor in the ground not caused by the titan readying to crush him. His face falls. "I'm sorry, you don't deserve this."

(1 CHARGE used)


A bellowing Mokohinga thunders through the doorway, slamming into the legs of the Waiting One with the force of a battering ram. The giant topples as the massive reptile continues to trample and bite the fallen monster, sending Tar and armor flying into the air. The Waiting One soon recovers from the shock however, and grapples with the raging beast before flipping it on its back. As the animal struggles to rise, the infected warrior stands and brings his great-sword down on the roaring carnivore.

Crunch.

Pikau
HP:5(-subtract 5 for kick)
STR:10
MAG:0
CHARGE:1

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 26(subtract 11 for charging reptile)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 20, 2018, 7:27 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 2
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

After quite viciously braining the Mokohinga, the Waiting One turned to Pepeke, his great Tar-Clogged jaw dribbling. The young Agori backed cautiously away as the great beast advanced; the creature apparently tried to speak, but all that could be heard was a mucus-filled gurgle.

"MASTER PIKAU!" a voice cried out.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, Merimies leaped upon the back of the Waiting One, stabbing the great creature repeatedly betwixt the shoulder blades. The lost guardian roared, desperately trying to shake him off. Finally, with a shriek of blind fury, Merimies was flung far across the courtyard, only to be saved from a harsh landing by Bokeh, who had since risen.

The Waiting One staggered; for all his great might, he appeared to be finally succumbing to the inevitable curse of fatigue.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 18 (-8)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 20, 2018, 8:14 pm
Pontel ran back to his cart, rummaging through it. Collecting the pieces to his invention. He hoped there was enough time..
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| July 20, 2018, 8:24 pm
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Tuhinga (Level 5)
HP: 5
STR: 10
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Tuhinga saw the giant falter, an opportunity to strike. He charged at the Waiting One, his beloved blade in hand. He swung at the guardian’s flailing arm, his blade cutting deep into its rist, nearly severing its hand from its arm. Tuhinga jumped back, there was tar spurting from the injured arm all over. The beast let out another roar, and swatted Tuhinga away with his uninjured hand. He went flying, and crashed into the ground with a thud. He was out cold.

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 8 (-10)
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)

Tuhinga (Level 5)
HP: 0 (-5)
STR: 10
MAG: 0
CHG: 2
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| July 20, 2018, 8:32 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 5)
HP: 2
STR: 8 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

It was most abnormal indeed.

At once, the Elysian fell to his knees, and it it seemed that a part of his mind had returned to him, if only briefly. He dropped his sword.

"What... what have I become?"

The Waiting One, this ancient, folorn guardian looked up at the Agori who surrounded him.

"Please..." he growled through a thick, mucus-filled voice, "...somebody kill me; I want to die an honourable death... for Elysium..."

The Waiting One (Level 50)
HP: 8
STR: 5 MAG: 0
CHG: 1
Relic: Waiting Great-Sword (+3 to ATK)
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| July 20, 2018, 8:37 pm
Pontel Gunn
HP: 8
STG: 11
CHARGE: 2


Pontel clicked the last piece into place, pulling it around to face the giant, cranking the gun he lined it up.. and let it loose. The steel caneen ball went flying, hitting the Waiting One square in the chest with a sickening crunching and suck!ng noise. It went clear through, coming out the other side and then through the wall behind The Waiting One. The gun thankfully didn't self destruct this time. The Waiting One fell forward, smashing onto the ground, tar oozing out of his shredded body.

The Waiting One.
HP: 0 (-11)
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| July 20, 2018, 8:37 pm
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A voice seemed to whisper from the air, as if a spirit freed from a cursed vessel.

"...thank... you..."

The Tar slowly dissolved, leaving nothing left but the ornate golden armour and a weathered, rusted greatsword.

[Combat ended]
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| July 20, 2018, 8:41 pm
Pepeke mumbled a little bit in his "sleep."
he stirred, still wounded from the battle. The lack of noise had stirred him, but he was still unconscious.
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| July 20, 2018, 9:20 pm
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Merimies staggered, reeling from sheer exhaustion on account of the fight. Sinking to his knees, he looked around at his comrades, weary and dejected from their narrow victory. His eyes fell particularly on Pepeke, who lay in a corner of the courtyard, bleeding from the severe gash in his chest. The Old Agori rushed over to him in a panic.

"Fear not Master, you'll be okay!" Merimies whispered breathily, while turning frantically and shouting, "Master Rongo! Master Rongo, help! We have a wounded one here!"
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| July 20, 2018, 9:21 pm
Troat'all stumbled about dazed from the big fight. HE rushed over to Pepeke looking to see if he was okay. After meeting Pepeke behind a rock on the shore of the mainland, Troat'all has made friends with him. He then sits down and reads his favorite book, Oranges and Peaches.
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| July 20, 2018, 9:42 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Merimies staggered, reeling from sheer exhaustion on account of the fight. Sinking to his knees, he looked around at his comrades, weary and dejected from their narrow victory. His eyes fell particularly on Pepeke, who lay in a corner of the courtyard, bleeding from the severe gash in his chest. The Old Agori rushed over to him in a panic.

"Fear not Master, you'll be okay!" Merimies whispered breathily, while turning frantically and shouting, "Master Rongo! Master Rongo, help! We have a wounded one here!"

Rongo's cart barrels through the doorway as he and Albert leap out. "Oi, we're coming!" Rushing to the battered Agori, he and Albert quickly get him into multiple splints, then carefully lift him onto the cart. They then begin rapidly examining the other unconscious Agori littered around the field, patching them up and putting them on the cart.

"Quite a few unconscious, Merimies. Lookin' like we'll need a bigger cart. An' where's that big fella, Beowulf?"
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| July 20, 2018, 9:54 pm
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Rongo's cart barrels through the doorway as he and Albert leap out. "Oi, we're coming!" Rushing to the battered Agori, he and Albert quickly get him into multiple splints, then carefully lift him onto the cart. They then begin rapidly examining the other unconscious Agori littered around the field, patching them up and putting them on the cart.

"Quite a few unconscious, Merimies. Lookin' like we'll need a bigger cart. An' where's that big fella, Beowulf?"

"Aye," Merimies concurred, looking around at all the injured, "as for Beowulf, I fear I do not know. During the frenzy of battle I did not keep a close eye, but it seems that he was knocked off a ledge in that direction," he gestured towards a great hole in the wall, revealing further a steep ledge framed against a beautifully clouded sky, "Perhaps we should see if he survived, though I fear his chances are severely limited...!"
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| July 20, 2018, 10:02 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
"Aye," Merimies concurred, looking around at all the injured, "as for Beowulf, I fear I do not know. During the frenzy of battle I did not keep a close eye, but it seems that he was knocked off a ledge in that direction," he gestured towards a great hole in the wall, revealing further a steep ledge framed against a beautifully clouded sky, "Perhaps we should see if he survived, though I fear his chances are severely limited...!"

Pikau's ears pick up at this conversation, and he immediately sprints as fast as his tired, bruised limbs will carry him towards the broken section of wall. Panting, he falls to his knees and peers over the cliff. He is deeply concerned for Beowulf's wellbeing, but the long way down combined with his exhaustion and the Waiting One's kick to the midsection get the better of him and he hurls his lunch over the side of the rock face.
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| July 20, 2018, 10:21 pm
Putting his gun back in his cart, Pontel walked up to the now deteriorated giant, his blade cuaght his eye. He walked up to it, it was almost as tall as him. Picking it up he tried out its weight, it was a struggle to hold up, but he may be able to use it briefly in battle. He swung it into a wall, the impact rattling Pontel, it crashed clear through it. He hefted it onto his shoulder and walked back to his cart. Pontel set the sword blade down into the ground, the weight alone made it sink into the ground.
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| July 20, 2018, 10:43 pm
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Far below, in a stagnant pool of muck and filth, the remnants of an ancient cliff face begin to stir. Slowly, as though compelled by an archaic force, they rise, a deep groan emanating from below. This groan crescendos to a mighty roar as they rubble is flung aside, tumbling further down the cliff face.

Atop the remainder of the pile, and Agori warrior stands, body glistening with sweat, blood, and tattoed, cursed magic. Most Agori would be dead in his situation, or crippled beyond repair at best, but Beowulf was not most Agori. What rejuvenated him was not meant for mortal hands, and had cost him dearly to acquire. He took a moment to flex, popping both shoulders back into place and realigning severed vertebrae. Good as not dying was, making sure everything still worked Gad to be done manually.

Beowulf was interrupted by a volley of gastric contents, raining from above. “Oy! Who bloody thinks they can,” Beowulf looks upwards and sees the face of Pikau, eyes clenched shut and mouth gagging in pain. He mumbles something to himself, before trumpeting a more positive message, “hol’ on Pikau, I’m coming!” And so, Beowulf begins his ascent, dashing upwards at an incredible, unnatural pace.
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| July 20, 2018, 10:53 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
Beowulf was interrupted by a volley of gastric contents, raining from above. “Oy! Who bloody thinks they can,” Beowulf looks upwards and sees the face of Pikau, eyes clenched shut and mouth gagging in pain. He mumbles something to himself, before trumpeting a more positive message, “hol’ on Pikau, I’m coming!” And so, Beowulf begins his ascent, dashing upwards at an incredible, unnatural pace.

Pikau opens his eyes to see a battered, but definitely not deceased Beowulf practically bounding up the steep cliff. His joy replaced by another primal urge, Pikau has the sense to crawl to the other edge of the precipice before giving in to his churning stomach as the tall Agori makes one final leap up before landing with a thud next to him.

"Heyyy, Beowulf. Sorry ab-*hurp* that. Glad you're alive though..."
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| July 20, 2018, 11:10 pm
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau opens his eyes to see a battered, but definitely not deceased Beowulf practically bounding up the steep cliff. His joy replaced by another primal urge, Pikau has the sense to crawl to the other edge of the precipice before giving in to his churning stomach as the tall Agori makes one final leap up before landing with a thud next to him.

"Heyyy, Beowulf. Sorry ab-*hurp* that. Glad you're alive though..."


“Oy, it’s nothing to worry about, mate. I’m more worried about you, are you okay?” Beowulf is answered by a dry heave. Carefully sitting Pikau up, he assesses the Agori.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have any broken bones in your arms or legs, but your ribs are sticking out a bit too much for my liking, and you must’ve hit your head if you thought it was a good idea to come down for me in your condition. Unless, of course, you’re in the best condition of everyone else.”

This thought brings a shadow to Beowulf’s face. “Come, let’s head back up. I hope that doctor Rongo is still in one piece, though I don’t know if he’ll still be after I’m done chastising him for letting you come down like this!” Hooking an arm under one of Pikau’s, Beowulf slowly lifts the latter until he is standing, and the two make their way back up the mountain.
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| July 21, 2018, 12:27 am
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Quoting Dark Aeon

“Oy, it’s nothing to worry about, mate. I’m more worried about you, are you okay?” Beowulf is answered by a dry heave. Carefully sitting Pikau up, he assesses the Agori.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have any broken bones in your arms or legs, but your ribs are sticking out a bit too much for my liking, and you must’ve hit your head if you thought it was a good idea to come down for me in your condition. Unless, of course, you’re in the best condition of everyone else.”

This thought brings a shadow to Beowulf’s face. “Come, let’s head back up. I hope that doctor Rongo is still in one piece, though I don’t know if he’ll still be after I’m done chastising him for letting you come down like this!” Hooking an arm under one of Pikau’s, Beowulf slowly lifts the latter until he is standing, and the two make their way back up the mountain.

Pikau chuckles huskily. "Nah, it was only a kick by a giant warrior three times my size, I'll be fiiiine. I've had a statue dropped on me, remember?"

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Rongo looks up from gathering more medical supplies to see Beowulf and Pikau trudging towards him, the former in miraculously good condition for someone who fell down a cliff, and the latter decidedly pale. A quick look over revealed that yes, his ribs were definitely out of place. "Fortunately for you m'boy, I happen to be an accomplished chiropractor." Rongo states before rolling Pikau onto his side and pressing down in a few areas, each accompanied by a loud "pop" and a surprised cry by Pikau.

"There ya go! Take it easy for a bit and you should make a full recovery. That means no backpack carryin', by the way." Rongo stands and looks up at Beowulf, who was stretching.

"An 'ow about you, my good man? As I understand it, you've 'ad quite the fall, perhaps I could be of assistance?"
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| July 21, 2018, 10:21 am
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Kae awoke with a jolt, and leapt off the hospital bed she was on, reaching for her blade. It wasn’t there. She looked around, realizing the battle was over. She spotted her new weapon on a nearby table. She grabbed it and stuffed it into one of her Katanas’ sheaths. She still needed new Katanas... She wasn’t good with this new weapon. Kae saw Rongo conversing with Beowulf, and against every instinct in her body, she walked over to thank the doctor. “Hey Rongo,” she said, interrupting the conversation that was happening, “Uh, thanks again.”
She quickly turned around, and walked off to sit alone, just outside of the party.
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| July 21, 2018, 11:36 am
Pepeke lay on a warm cot. He had been unconcious for some time now, but he had been treated by rongo and was starting to recover, although his broken arm and ankle would take some time to heal. The gash on his chest had been bandaged and the blood had clotted. Pepeke woke up. He looked up at the sky groggily and realized he was in a cot. "Ugh..."He sat up. looking at himself, he noticed several bandages and a splint on his right arm and his left ankle. Looking around, he noticed several other Agori sleeping in their cots or sitting up, looking around. Rongo came over and said, "Ah, young Pepeke has awoken! your wounds have been bandaged and you should be back on both your feet like new in a few weeks. Oh, and I would advise avoiding using that right arm... any chance you are a lefty?" Pepeke shook his head. "No, my right arm is my dominant side... I could channel some healing magic through it..." Pepeke concentrated. a spring green glow spread from his heart to his right arm, then flickered out. "Ah, well. I haven't done a successful healing spell yet... they are complicated and difficult." Rongo nodded in understanding and left to check on the other Agori.
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| July 21, 2018, 12:20 pm
Troat'all marked his page in his book then stood up to find Pepeke awake. Troat'all says are you all right?"
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| July 21, 2018, 1:37 pm
Quoting Pa'Haka C.
Troat'all marked his page in his book then stood up to find Pepeke awake. Troat'all says are you all right?"

ooc: you keep leaving out the quote marks...

Pepeke sees the scholar standing next to him, asking if he is alright. "Yes, thank you. I should be healed in a few weeks... what's your name? I saw you earlier but never asked you who you were and stuff. oh, and talk to Mr. merimies... He might have some useful info for you.
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| July 21, 2018, 1:39 pm
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau chuckles huskily. "Nah, it was only a kick by a giant warrior three times my size, I'll be fiiiine. I've had a statue dropped on me, remember?"

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Rongo looks up from gathering more medical supplies to see Beowulf and Pikau trudging towards him, the former in miraculously good condition for someone who fell down a cliff, and the latter decidedly pale. A quick look over revealed that yes, his ribs were definitely out of place. "Fortunately for you m'boy, I happen to be an accomplished chiropractor." Rongo states before rolling Pikau onto his side and pressing down in a few areas, each accompanied by a loud "pop" and a surprised cry by Pikau.

"There ya go! Take it easy for a bit and you should make a full recovery. That means no backpack carryin', by the way." Rongo stands and looks up at Beowulf, who was stretching.

"An 'ow about you, my good man? As I understand it, you've 'ad quite the fall, perhaps I could be of assistance?"


Beowulf laughs and shrugs. “Don’t worry about me, Doc. I’m fine; I have a habit of bouncing.”

Walking away from Rongo, he strolls across the courtyard. During the fight with the Waiting One, a mountain of rubble from the collapsed balcony landed in front of the inner sanctum door. Even if he cleared aside the rubble, it was not like the guardian had left a key; all that remained of the Waiting One was fragments of his gilded armor and his sword, the latter of which was now held by Pontel. Absentmindedly, he sat on a lump of rock, spinning the giant’s helmet between his hands, thinking.

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| July 21, 2018, 3:23 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf laughs and shrugs. “Don’t worry about me, Doc. I’m fine; I have a habit of bouncing.”

Walking away from Rongo, he strolls across the courtyard. During the fight with the Waiting One, a mountain of rubble from the collapsed balcony landed in front of the inner sanctum door. Even if he cleared aside the rubble, it was not like the guardian had left a key; all that remained of the Waiting One was fragments of his gilded armor and his sword, the latter of which was now held by Pontel. Absentmindedly, he sat on a lump of rock, spinning the giant’s helmet between his hands, thinking.

Merimies spotted the boisterous Beowulf spinning the Elysian helmet between his fingers, and began walking towards him.

"...and after all that," he sighed over Beowulf's shoulder, "the door remains shut; how troublesome. Do you think we could open it with brute strength, or do you think we'll have to find some other way in?"

The Old Agori looked around at the temporary beds stationed for the injured all around the courtyard; "if we are even ready to enter, that is...!"
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| July 21, 2018, 3:38 pm
"Im glad to know you are feeling better" Troat'all says he then stands up, takes Pepeke's advice and goes over to Old Merimies. "It seems we have some trouble with the gate. could we try climbing over it? Or Mister Pontel's sword may be useful for slicing it open"
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| July 21, 2018, 4:58 pm
Quoting Pa'Haka C.
"Im glad to know you are feeling better" Troat'all says he then stands up, takes Pepeke's advice and goes over to Old Merimies. "It seems we have some trouble with the gate. could we try climbing over it? Or Mister Pontel's sword may be useful for slicing it open"

Pepeke watches his new friend walk to Old merimies to talk. He sighs. a small butterfly-like creature lands upon his cast on his arm. "Hello, friend! may I record you in my book? It would give me something to do..." Pepeke takes out his journal and sketches the creature in it. He also writes, "must learn more about this creature." he puts the book away and the bug flies away. Pepeke reached down and pulled out his favorite book, " Fantastic Bugs and where to Record them."
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| July 21, 2018, 8:29 pm
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Quoting Pa'Haka C.
"Im glad to know you are feeling better" Troat'all says he then stands up, takes Pepeke's advice and goes over to Old Merimies. "It seems we have some trouble with the gate. could we try climbing over it? Or Mister Pontel's sword may be useful for slicing it open"

"Perhaps, stranger- for I never did catch your name-" Merimies nodded to Troat'all, "We have not tried all our combined strength against this door yet... Perhaps if the three of us, combined with the likes of Joven and Kae in addition to Pontel's new tool, could break the door with force, we might be able to proceed."
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| July 22, 2018, 8:46 am
"Glad that's over." Stronoff said in relief after the battle as Ramses arrived with Hiiro. "Let catch up with the others." He told them before doing so.
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| July 23, 2018, 7:40 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
"Perhaps, stranger- for I never did catch your name-" Merimies nodded to Troat'all, "We have not tried all our combined strength against this door yet... Perhaps if the three of us, combined with the likes of Joven and Kae in addition to Pontel's new tool, could break the door with force, we might be able to proceed."


"Yes, I do hope brute strength can break the gate. My name is Troat'all by the way, what is yours?"

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| July 23, 2018, 8:25 pm
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While the other Agori talked or recovered, Beowulf had taken to clearing the rubble from the inner door. It was tiring, arduous work, but now it was finished. He took a moment to admire his work—not even a pebble remained between the party and the door—before starting on the next Herculean task: opening it.

The warrior firmly planted his palms against the stone surface and began to push. This quite quickly degenerated into a bemoaned effort of throwing his body against the door repeatedly, as the door remained firmly shut. He had even tried pulling it open, an even more daunting task with no handles nor grips on this surface of the door, but generated no progress either way.

Leaning against the door, he looks towards Merimies and the other Agori gathered around him. “Hey, if anyone is feeling up to pushing, I could use a hand or two. Or twenty.”
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| July 25, 2018, 10:49 am
Quoting Dark Aeon
While the other Agori talked or recovered, Beowulf had taken to clearing the rubble from the inner door. It was tiring, arduous work, but now it was finished. He took a moment to admire his work—not even a pebble remained between the party and the door—before starting on the next Herculean task: opening it.

The warrior firmly planted his palms against the stone surface and began to push. This quite quickly degenerated into a bemoaned effort of throwing his body against the door repeatedly, as the door remained firmly shut. He had even tried pulling it open, an even more daunting task with no handles nor grips on this surface of the door, but generated no progress either way.

Leaning against the door, he looks towards Merimies and the other Agori gathered around him. “Hey, if anyone is feeling up to pushing, I could use a hand or two. Or twenty.”

Pepeke watched the giant Agori attempt to push open the doors. He got out of bed, picked up his crutch, ignored Rongo asking him to rest, and walked over to Beowulf. "Try to look for hinges or some weak spot. If we can get a sword or something in there, we might be able to disconnect a door and push it over. Pepeke stepped back, scrutinized the edges... there were no visible seams to the unassisted eye.
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| July 25, 2018, 12:25 pm
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke watched the giant Agori attempt to push open the doors. He got out of bed, picked up his crutch, ignored Rongo asking him to rest, and walked over to Beowulf. "Try to look for hinges or some weak spot. If we can get a sword or something in there, we might be able to disconnect a door and push it over. Pepeke stepped back, scrutinized the edges... there were no visible seams to the unassisted eye.


Stronoff came to check on the door to look for something to help open, but so far it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Hiiro was recovering from the battle with the guardian and wondered on what would happen next as Ramses was on look out.
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| July 25, 2018, 4:10 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
While the other Agori talked or recovered, Beowulf had taken to clearing the rubble from the inner door. It was tiring, arduous work, but now it was finished. He took a moment to admire his work—not even a pebble remained between the party and the door—before starting on the next Herculean task: opening it.

The warrior firmly planted his palms against the stone surface and began to push. This quite quickly degenerated into a bemoaned effort of throwing his body against the door repeatedly, as the door remained firmly shut. He had even tried pulling it open, an even more daunting task with no handles nor grips on this surface of the door, but generated no progress either way.

Leaning against the door, he looks towards Merimies and the other Agori gathered around him. “Hey, if anyone is feeling up to pushing, I could use a hand or two. Or twenty.”

"I am a weary old Agori, one whose strength is not what it once was," Merimies said to Beowulf, "but I aid where I can, Master."

With those words he pushed with all his might, aiding Beowulf in the struggle to get the door open. Several other Agori eventually joined in, either from a genuine effort to help or annoyance at all the bothersome grunting.

Soon enough, once no less than fifteen Agori were pressing with all their weight upon the door, the aged wood finally buckled and sent the Agori all crashing through with a noisome clatter. They pulled themselves to their feet, and surveyed the new area.

They stood in the midst of a large, wide street, tall multi-story houses on either side; it was easy to see how they might have once been beautifully quaint, before the hand of decrepitude took hold: the windows were smashed and boarded, the paint faded and the tiles dismantled. Clearly this was some long abandoned civilian area; the chance of finding life here was very slim.

But not slim enough.

From around a corner, at the far end of street, a grotesquely oversized form came lumbering into view, gurgling and snorting grossly as it did. It took a moment for Agori to process what the creature was at first, but soon enough, the more zoologically inclined identified it as a large black boar, with scrappy looking armour and a very large and beautiful set of tusks.

The boar had evidently been drawn to the sound of the crash, but seemed not to be intelligent enough to deduce where it had come from; instead, the great beast sniffed the ground and trotted down the intersection with great, booming snorts.

"I fear, dear Masters, we aren't quite ready to take that thing on yet," Merimies commented in hushed tones, "not in our current condition... perhaps there is some other way we can go?"
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| July 25, 2018, 9:36 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
From around a corner, at the far end of street, a grotesquely oversized form came lumbering into view, gurgling and snorting grossly as it did. It took a moment for Agori to process what the creature was at first, but soon enough, the more zoologically inclined identified it as a large black boar, with scrappy looking armour and a very large and beautiful set of tusks.

The boar had evidently been drawn to the sound of the crash, but seemed not to be intelligent enough to deduce where it had come from; instead, the great beast sniffed the ground and trotted down the intersection with great, booming snorts.

"I fear, dear Masters, we aren't quite ready to take that thing on yet," Merimies commented in hushed tones, "not in our current condition... perhaps there is some other way we can go?"

"Woah now! No need for that!" Pikau whispers, hurrying to the front of the group. After sizing up the animal, Pikau cups his hands around his mouth and makes a booming grunt, impressively similar to the creature's own.

Confused, the boar stops and turns towards the group crowded by the doors, eliciting several gasps and the drawing of weapons. At the sound and glint of metal the boar's ears flatten against its back and its muscles tense. The massive animal shakes its head and begins making rapid Uhk sounds. "No! Stop! Put those away now!" Pikau urges in hushed tones, the frantic look in his eyes convincing the more reluctant that his plea is serious.

As weapons return to their sheaths, Pikau continues grunting and slowly begins making his way towards the giant animal. Stopping just in front of its snout, Pikau makes two more grunts then reaches to the side of its head, calmly petting the rough fur. The boar's muscles relax, and the frightened eyes return to a placid gaze.

Grunting contentedly, the animal follows Pikau's gentle guiding into one of the side streets, opening the way for the group to pass. "It's alright now" Pikau says, slowly raising his voice to normal levels and gesturing past him. "Don't make any sudden movements, and don't talk too loud." The company cautiously move through the intersection, and once everyone is past Pikau takes his leave of the animal with a few parting snorts.

"Now, are we gonna go exploring or what? Because I'm getting BOAR-d here."
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| July 26, 2018, 7:27 am
Quoting Shining TORPedo
"Woah now! No need for that!" Pikau whispers, hurrying to the front of the group. After sizing up the animal, Pikau cups his hands around his mouth and makes a booming grunt, impressively similar to the creature's own.

Confused, the boar stops and turns towards the group crowded by the doors, eliciting several gasps and the drawing of weapons. At the sound and glint of metal the boar's ears flatten against its back and its muscles tense. The massive animal shakes its head and begins making rapid Uhk sounds. "No! Stop! Put those away now!" Pikau urges in hushed tones, the frantic look in his eyes convincing the more reluctant that his plea is serious.

As weapons return to their sheaths, Pikau continues grunting and slowly begins making his way towards the giant animal. Stopping just in front of its snout, Pikau makes two more grunts then reaches to the side of its head, calmly petting the rough fur. The boar's muscles relax, and the frightened eyes return to a placid gaze.

Grunting contentedly, the animal follows Pikau's gentle guiding into one of the side streets, opening the way for the group to pass. "It's alright now" Pikau says, slowly raising his voice to normal levels and gesturing past him. "Don't make any sudden movements, and don't talk too loud." The company cautiously move through the intersection, and once everyone is past Pikau takes his leave of the animal with a few parting snorts.

"Now, are we gonna go exploring or what? Because I'm getting BOAR-d here."

Pepeke watched his friend coax the boar out of the way. As the group of able agori moved on, Pepeke sighed. "I wish I could go, but I should probably stay..." Pepeke turned and walked over to his cot, where he sat down and watched the party explore.
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| July 26, 2018, 11:49 am
Ramses was on guard until he heard a cry for help to see a cloak woman running from a wild lizard-like rahi. He and Hiiro quickly got between the rahi and it target as the brothers give a warning slash to scare it off as it knew that it was a meal not worth the risk.

"Are you alright?" Hiiro asked out of concern toward.

"Thank you for your help. Master Hiiro and Master Ramses." The cloak woman thanked them.

"Pardon?" Ramses asked out of confusion before the woman took the hood of her cloak off to show the face a of female agori with a ponytail. "Isn't she?"

"One of the maids from our home?" Hiiro implied in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to warn you." The maid replied. "Please, no matter what, do not return home after your journey is complete!" She begged them.
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| July 26, 2018, 8:28 pm
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As they continued along the cobbled path, the Agori peered around at all the decrepit, crumbling buildings. Even though they were undoubtedly in what would have been the poorer areas of the city, each and every building still carried a little class to it; some even looked as if they might have been nice places to live once, long before the rot took hold. Still no sign of intelligent life, save for a few scrapes and boorish grunts far off in the distance. It was very cold in Old Elysium, and very quiet.

Soon enough, they came across yet more boars, though these ones were far smaller, with stumpy little tusks and no armour to speak of. These were far too timid to interact with the Agori, and so scattered, pattering and squealing out of the street. Merimies grunted in amusement.

"They do seem to have a lot of boars here," the old Agori chuckled, "perhaps they were a patron animal of some kind."
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| July 26, 2018, 8:55 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
As they continued along the cobbled path, the Agori peered around at all the decrepit, crumbling buildings. Even though they were undoubtedly in what would have been the poorer areas of the city, each and every building still carried a little class to it; some even looked as if they might have been nice places to live once, long before the rot took hold. Still no sign of intelligent life, save for a few scrapes and boorish grunts far off in the distance. It was very cold in Old Elysium, and very quiet.

Soon enough, they came across yet more boars, though these ones were far smaller, with stumpy little tusks and no armour to speak of. These were far too timid to interact with the Agori, and so scattered, pattering and squealing out of the street. Merimies grunted in amusement.

"They do seem to have a lot of boars here," the old Agori chuckled, "perhaps they were a patron animal of some kind."


"Indeed," Stronoff agreed."I wonder if they knew anything about the tar?" He asked.
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| July 27, 2018, 12:01 pm
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Quoting Toa Gaim

"Indeed," Stronoff agreed."I wonder if they knew anything about the tar?" He asked.


Beowulf pauses, flabbergasted. “What, you want to ask the boars about the Tar? They are beasts; even if they knew anything about the Tar, they would be unable to communicate so. And given that there are uninflected boar here, I’d wager that it has not spread here in the first place, courtesy of the guardian we just recently felled.”

Slowly, the party gorges onwards, still following the Zanarkandic Compass, navigating the twisting roads of the ancient city. Sunlight filtered through the thick fog, illuminating worn, grey plaster buildings in a golden light. Once, many centuries ago, this city did not need the sun’s rays to become the Golden City. But now, Elysium’s prime was but a memory.

As the party turned a corner, they were faced with a boar calf with a huge chunk of its back torn off, as though bitten by a much larger predator. Beowulf nudges it with a boot, and it stirs to life, weakly kicking back. It was not dead, not yet at least.

Sorrowfully, the warrior knelt over the dying creature, rubbing its head to comfort it. Sadly, he whispers to the beast. “Forgive me,” he utters as he jerks the calf’s head at an angle, creating a loud snap as the body goes limp.

Silently, the warrior rose again and pushed on deeper into the heart of Elysium.
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| July 27, 2018, 11:04 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf pauses, flabbergasted. “What, you want to ask the boars about the Tar? They are beasts; even if they knew anything about the Tar, they would be unable to communicate so. And given that there are uninflected boar here, I’d wager that it has not spread here in the first place, courtesy of the guardian we just recently felled.”

Slowly, the party gorges onwards, still following the Zanarkandic Compass, navigating the twisting roads of the ancient city. Sunlight filtered through the thick fog, illuminating worn, grey plaster buildings in a golden light. Once, many centuries ago, this city did not need the sun’s rays to become the Golden City. But now, Elysium’s prime was but a memory.

As the party turned a corner, they were faced with a boar calf with a huge chunk of its back torn off, as though bitten by a much larger predator. Beowulf nudges it with a boot, and it stirs to life, weakly kicking back. It was not dead, not yet at least.

Sorrowfully, the warrior knelt over the dying creature, rubbing its head to comfort it. Sadly, he whispers to the beast. “Forgive me,” he utters as he jerks the calf’s head at an angle, creating a loud snap as the body goes limp.

Silently, the warrior rose again and pushed on deeper into the heart of Elysium.

Pepeke followed the group... and his heart. He had overheard the maid talking to Hiiro and Ramses, two agori whom he had not talked with. Pepeke wanted to follow the group, so as to protect them from the new danger almost nobody knew about. He hobbled up to Ramses. "What was that maid's warning about? I know, I overheard... but I want to help protect the group. You're Ramses, right?"
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| July 29, 2018, 1:07 pm
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Kae followed the party, trailing behind a little. Her eyes were peeled for anything valuable. She would occasionally pop in to one of the dilapidated buildings for a quick look around, but she found nothing. She had just checked one such building, and realized that she was falling behind the party. She quickly caught up, and approached slowly, so as not to notify them of her absence. She continued to linger at the back of the party, always watching for something valuable...

Tuhinga had awoken on a cot earlier, after the fight. Fortunately, he had had no major injuries. He was now with the party, exploring the ruins. He looked around in awe, there was so much history here. So much to be learned. He would have to write all about this in his journal! But he also wondered what their goal was. He made his way to the front of the party, where Beowulf led. “Hey, Beowulf,” Tuhinga said to the tall warrior, “What’s our goal here?”
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| July 30, 2018, 11:37 am
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Quoting Daniel H.
Kae followed the party, trailing behind a little. Her eyes were peeled for anything valuable. She would occasionally pop in to one of the dilapidated buildings for a quick look around, but she found nothing. She had just checked one such building, and realized that she was falling behind the party. She quickly caught up, and approached slowly, so as not to notify them of her absence. She continued to linger at the back of the party, always watching for something valuable...

Tuhinga had awoken on a cot earlier, after the fight. Fortunately, he had had no major injuries. He was now with the party, exploring the ruins. He looked around in awe, there was so much history here. So much to be learned. He would have to write all about this in his journal! But he also wondered what their goal was. He made his way to the front of the party, where Beowulf led. “Hey, Beowulf,” Tuhinga said to the tall warrior, “What’s our goal here?”


The warrior only shrugs. Holding up the Zanarkandic compass, he says, “we follow the needle, take anything that can fix the ship, and learn what we can.”

The party steps out of the labyrinthine pathways to be greeted by a massive plaza. From above, the sun filters through clouds in a skyscraper-framed sky, filling the space with an otherworldly light. The ground is decorated with tiles of a myriad of colors—reds, blues, greens, yellows—all faded and dusted with grey. Ancient fountains lay crumbling, the once bountiful vases of carved cherubs and maidens now dried.

Opposite the party is the chiseled marble wall of the Elysian marble palace. Gold inserts shine in the light, giving the appearance that the citadel remained the same as it was over a thousand years ago. Yet this was now; the days of merry crowds and benevolent rule were destroyed long ago by the most diabolical of fiends.

Atop the steps leading towards the castle's entrance, a colossal boar sat. It’s black hide was barely visible beneath silver plates, and beady green eyes shone from inside its helmet. As the party fully entered the plaza, it began to stir, chains clinking as it looked over the party. Whether it was friend or foe was unclear, but one thing was certain: to enter the palace and uncover the secrets within, the Agori would need to find a way past this mightiest of the fabled Elysian Boars.
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| July 30, 2018, 6:56 pm
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The boar watched the Agori from the other end of the courtyard, his beautiful jade eyes pressed into a frown by a black bushy brow; deep, scraping breaths shot out from his mouth as he continued to analyse these new intruders; for the longest time, nobody moved.

Merimies placed his hand upon the shoulder of Pikau as he finally made a creeping step forward:
"No, Master!" he snapped in a hushed tone, "this one is far too dangerous...!"

Agitated by Merimies' voice, the great boar finally rose to its feet, each heavy step creating a slight tremor. Huge, thunderous grunts culminated into a soul-shaking roar as the gargantuan beast readied for attack: those of the Mainland knew him as Runsas, the ancient and powerful palace pet of Old Elysium.

The Agori readied their blades, for they knew this was not a fight that they could avert.

Runsas charged, and battle was joined.

[Begin Combat]

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2
Relic: [To be revealed]
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| July 31, 2018, 9:42 am
Quoting Wertman 8
The boar watched the Agori from the other end of the courtyard, his beautiful jade eyes pressed into a frown by a black bushy brow; deep, scraping breaths shot out from his mouth as he continued to analyse these new intruders; for the longest time, nobody moved.

Merimies placed his hand upon the shoulder of Pikau as he finally made a creeping step forward:
"No, Master!" he snapped in a hushed tone, "this one is far too dangerous...!"

Agitated by Merimies' voice, the great boar finally rose to its feet, each heavy step creating a slight tremor. Huge, thunderous grunts culminated into a soul-shaking roar as the gargantuan beast readied for attack: those of the Mainland knew him as Runsas, the ancient and powerful palace pet of Old Elysium.

The Agori readied their blades, for they knew this was not a fight that they could avert.

Runsas charged, and battle was joined.

[Begin Combat]

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2
Relic: [To be revealed]

Rua-Bo-Ye pops out from the shadows he had been hiding the last little while and chucks his Gourd Bombs at the beast. They hit dealing damage.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.6
HP: 9
STR: 0
MAG: 14
CHR: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 136 (-14 for Gourd Bombs)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2
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| July 31, 2018, 10:07 am
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
Rua-Bo-Ye pops out from the shadows he had been hiding the last little while and chucks his Gourd Bombs at the beast. They hit dealing damage.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.6
HP: 9
STR: 0
MAG: 14
CHR: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 136 (-14 for Gourd Bombs)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2

Pepeke lvl 6
hp 7
str 5
mag 11
chg 2
Pepeke, although still hurt, decided to help in the fighting. he walked as fast as he could with his hurt ankle and hid behind a rock, and began working on a spell. Pepeke muttered the final command word and a purple spark flew out from Pepeke's hand. It landed in front of the Boar and turned into a female boar. Although it was only a projection that lested for a few minutes, Runsas was distracted, and the other agori could do some damage.

(I think 2 more comments is a good time... admins, please let me know if this is too powerful or something.)
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| July 31, 2018, 11:31 am
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke lvl 6
hp 7
str 5
mag 11
chg 2
Pepeke, although still hurt, decided to help in the fighting. he walked as fast as he could with his hurt ankle and hid behind a rock, and began working on a spell. Pepeke muttered the final command word and a purple spark flew out from Pepeke's hand. It landed in front of the Boar and turned into a female boar. Although it was only a projection that lested for a few minutes, Runsas was distracted, and the other agori could do some damage.

(I think 2 more comments is a good time... admins, please let me know if this is too powerful or something.)


Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 6
STR: 17
CHG: 2

Taking advantage of Pepeke’s distraction, Beowulf lunges towards the boar. Muscles bulging as he screams with demonic fury, he brings his cleaver down between two plates of armor, smashing the joint and striking flesh. Runsas bellows and bucks, knocking the warrior away. Furious, it snarls at Beowulf and charges, sending him through one of the courtyard fountains.

Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHR: 1

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 118 (-18)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2
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| July 31, 2018, 11:57 am
Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 6
STR: 17
CHG: 2

Taking advantage of Pepeke’s distraction, Beowulf lunges towards the boar. Muscles bulging as he screams with demonic fury, he brings his cleaver down between two plates of armor, smashing the joint and striking flesh. Runsas bellows and bucks, knocking the warrior away. Furious, it snarls at Beowulf and charges, sending him through one of the courtyard fountains.

Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHR: 1

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 118 (-18)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 2


Pontel ran up, now using a spear from his cart, he hit it in between the armor plates on its back with the nimble weapon. It kicked him with its hind legs, sending Pontel flying into a wall.

Pontel Gunn
HP: 4 (-5)
STR: 13
MAG: 1
CHARGE: 2
RELIC: The Waiting Ones Great Sword.

Royal Beast Runsas:
HP: 105 (-13)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHARGE: 2
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| July 31, 2018, 12:54 pm
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Tuhinga stared at the huge boar in terror, his knees almost knocking together. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his fear. He reached over his shoulder to grab his blade, but as he did so pain shot through his body. He gasped and lowered his hand. He had forgotten about his wounds. He would have to sit this fight out. Perhaps he could help Rongo in some way. He made his way through the chaos to where Rongo was with his cart, and said, “Hey Rongo, I’m going to have to sit this fight out. Let me know if you need help with anything!”

Kae (Level 6)
HP: 9
STR: 14
MAG:
CHG: 2

Kae had once again fallen behind, looking for treasure to no avail. Suddenly she heard the sound battle, and rushed over to where the party had gone. She saw a massive, armored boar. She grinned, and pulled out her blade-on-a-chain, and one of her daggers. She bolted towards the beast and rolled beneath it, stopping for a split second to launch her blade into it’s belly. She quickly rolled out from under Runsas, yanking on the chain as she did so. The boar let out a howl as the blade was ripped from its underside, and turned to charge at Kae. She narrowly dodged the boar’s attack, dashing away just in time.

Royal Beast Runsas:
HP: 91 (-14)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHARGE: 2
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| July 31, 2018, 3:41 pm
The female boar had dissipated, it's job finished.
Pepeke winced. his broken arm was hurting again from the magical energy coursing through it. He got up, dodged some rubble that was flying around and collapsed next to Rongo. "Stupid pig. Why can't it leave us alone?" Pepeke muttered.
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| July 31, 2018, 4:01 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 12
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The great beast turned towards the sound of Pepeke's voice, growling deeply as it did. Runsas had not heard the voice of a sentient creature in a very long time; he hated the sound. The monster bolted towards Pepeke, shrieking as it did, but was stopped suddenly by a jolting pain in its side: it reeled around to see Merimies, who had rooted a blade deep into the creature's armour, though it served as little more than a distraction from Pepeke.

A swerve of the creature's great head sent Merimies crashing to the ground, having been smashed by two abnormally large tusks. Runsas backed away temporarily, head bowed to the ground in apparent pain. The Agori simply watched, pausing for breath while readying for the next attack.

But Runsas did not attack; instead, he merely gobbed on the floor. The party backed away slightly, eyes intensely fixed upon the vivaciously frothing puddle of spit. Glacing temporarily to his foes, Runsas lowered his head before the vile broth and sniffed deeply, inhaling the thick, invisible fumes.

Merimies looked on in horror as the creature began to glow slightly, as if the sun itself was peaking through the clouds to shine upon this lone figure. Runsas reared his head up to the heavens, letting out a chilling shriek; it seemed as if the creature had been rejuvenated somewhat, thought Merimies, revived by the stench of its own spit!

Runsas bowed his head and charged once more.

Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7 (-5)
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150 (-11) (+70)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1 (-1)
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| July 31, 2018, 6:29 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 12
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The great beast turned towards the sound of Pepeke's voice, growling deeply as it did. Runsas had not heard the voice of a sentient creature in a very long time; he hated the sound. The monster bolted towards Pepeke, shrieking as it did, but was stopped suddenly by a jolting pain in its side: it reeled around to see Merimies, who had rooted a blade deep into the creature's armour, though it served as little more than a distraction from Pepeke.

A swerve of the creature's great head sent Merimies crashing to the ground, having been smashed by two abnormally large tusks. Runsas backed away temporarily, head bowed to the ground in apparent pain. The Agori simply watched, pausing for breath while readying for the next attack.

But Runsas did not attack; instead, he merely gobbed on the floor. The party backed away slightly, eyes intensely fixed upon the vivaciously frothing puddle of spit. Glacing temporarily to his foes, Runsas lowered his head before the vile broth and sniffed deeply, inhaling the thick, invisible fumes.

Merimies looked on in horror as the creature began to glow slightly, as if the sun itself was peaking through the clouds to shine upon this lone figure. Runsas reared his head up to the heavens, letting out a chilling shriek; it seemed as if the creature had been rejuvenated somewhat, thought Merimies, revived by the stench of its own spit!

Runsas bowed his head and charged once more.

Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7 (-5)
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150 (-11) (+70)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1 (-1)
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Rua-Bo-Ye summons a small fire ball, having been secretly practicing all this time and not wanting anyone to know lest they pester him to teach them. He launches it and it hits but in the time it took he didn't have enough to dodge an attack and is sent flying.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.6
HP: 4 (-5)
STR: 0
MAG: 14
CHR: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 136 (-14)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1 (-1)
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

(OoC: This Relic would be perfect for an Alchemist like Rua-Bo-Ye to have... Would one be able to use this Relic on an Ally?)
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| July 31, 2018, 8:42 pm
Oclavis (Level 6)

HP: 7(+0)
ATK: 4(+0)
MAG: 12(+3)(Elemental connection to the sea and sea-life, not sorcery.)
CHG: 2

Oclavis started as the gargantuan pork charged in his direction, but as the beast stepped into a small rivulet flowing into the sea, everything slowed down. Oclavis sensed the urgency of its journey, and the anger it felt as it was pushed out from under the boar’s foot. The aggravated liquid leaped upward at the beast. Suddenly, Oclavis’s fear turned to determined anger, he reached out and willed the water to more violent action. The whole stream rushed up at the boar, tearing its feet out from under it, causing it to tumble to a halt, just before reaching Oclavis. He hopped back to late, as the beast swung his tusks at him, catching him in the leg. Oclavis was venerable as the monster rose to its feet. He glanced around him, desperate for assistance...

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50) HP: 124(-12)STR: 5 MAG: 5 CHG: 1 Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Oclavis(Level 6)
HP: 3(-4)
ATK: 4
MAG: 12
CHG: 2
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| July 31, 2018, 9:04 pm
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Quoting Lucas R.
Oclavis (Level 6)

HP: 7(+0)
ATK: 4(+0)
MAG: 12(+3)(Elemental connection to the sea and sea-life, not sorcery.)
CHG: 2

Oclavis started as the gargantuan pork charged in his direction, but as the beast stepped into a small rivulet flowing into the sea, everything slowed down. Oclavis sensed the urgency of its journey, and the anger it felt as it was pushed out from under the boar’s foot. The aggravated liquid leaped upward at the beast. Suddenly, Oclavis’s fear turned to determined anger, he reached out and willed the water to more violent action. The whole stream rushed up at the boar, tearing its feet out from under it, causing it to tumble to a halt, just before reaching Oclavis. He hopped back to late, as the beast swung his tusks at him, catching him in the leg. Oclavis was venerable as the monster rose to its feet. He glanced around him, desperate for assistance...

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50) HP: 124(-12)STR: 5 MAG: 5 CHG: 1 Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Oclavis(Level 6)
HP: 3(-4)
ATK: 4
MAG: 12
CHG: 2


Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHG: 1

“Come at me ye beasty!”

Before Runsas strikes again, a decisive flurry of blows push the boar away from Oclavis. Beowulf strides forth, pushing back the beast. “You can beat me to a bloody pulp, but may the devil take you if you harm a friend!”

The warrior rushes forth with such rage that Runsas is caught off guard. The boar staggered backwards as Beowulf rained blow after blow upon it; while most collided harmlessly with solid steel plates, the sheer force of the warrior created dents in once flawless armor. With a triumphant coup de grace, he smashes the pommel of his blade against Runsas’s helmet, and after a moment of silence, cracks spider their way across the boar’s armor. Heavy chunks of plates, now freed from their interwoven masterpiece, crack the tiled ground as Runsas’s hide is exposed; all that remains of once glorious armor are chains and scraps.

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 107 (-17)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: Spit of Runsas
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| July 31, 2018, 9:21 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHG: 1

“Come at me ye beasty!”

Before Runsas strikes again, a decisive flurry of blows push the boar away from Oclavis. Beowulf strides forth, pushing back the beast. “You can beat me to a bloody pulp, but may the devil take you if you harm a friend!”

The warrior rushes forth with such rage that Runsas is caught off guard. The boar staggered backwards as Beowulf rained blow after blow upon it; while most collided harmlessly with solid steel plates, the sheer force of the warrior created dents in once flawless armor. With a triumphant coup de grace, he smashes the pommel of his blade against Runsas’s helmet, and after a moment of silence, cracks spider their way across the boar’s armor. Heavy chunks of plates, now freed from their interwoven masterpiece, crack the tiled ground as Runsas’s hide is exposed; all that remains of once glorious armor are chains and scraps.

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 107 (-17)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: Spit of Runsas

Pepeke was stunned at the boar's ferocity towards him. his fear turned to anger,and Pepeke rose his left uninjured hand. a bright, white light shone and struck the boar.

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 94(-11)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: Spit of Runsas
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| July 31, 2018, 10:12 pm
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Pikau held back, watching in horror as the battle continued to unfold. This could have been avoided if Merimies had just trusted him to handle this, but no, this amazing creature was just another monster to slay like all the rest. He watched as the Boar rejuvenated itself with its own saliva, then as the others simply fought on, seemingly unaware of the incredible scientific possibilities this animal had to offer. As the swine's armor fell off, Pikau knew he had to act.

Pikau(Level 6)
HP:12
STR:11
MAG:0
CHARGE:2

Pikau runs towards a party member about to strike the Boar, cutting them off. "No, stop! We need to deescalate this! There are non-violent solutions here! We don't have to-" He is cut off by Runsas, who in his rampage slams into Pikau with its shoulder, sending the Agori flying into the steps on the other end of the plaza.

Pikau
HP: 7(-5 for shoulder bash)
STR: 11
MAG: 0
CHARGE: 2

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 94
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: Spit of Runsas
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| July 31, 2018, 11:12 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Runsas closed in on the fallen Pikau with slavering jaws. He was not intelligent enough to realise how the sprightly Agori had been trying to help him; he was only an animal after all, despite what the Elysians used to say about him. All Runsas knew was that he was hungry; at this stage, he had not eaten for a full day and a half. How he missed those delicious cakes and flavoursome meats he enjoyed back in the palace! But those days were over; he ate what he had to, and while Pikau did not look very fat or tasty, he was weakened and would make easy pickings- or at least he would have.

Merimies rushed towards the boar and sliced him in the cheek with his broken harpoon. Runsas shrieked in pain and reared on his hind legs, giving the bearded Agori ample opportunity to scoop Pikau up and lead him away from danger.

Both Agori made it to a safer end of the courtyard and watched as Runsas began snorting and stomping in a frenzy. Merimies checked Pikau for any serious injury, and was relieved to find none.
"That was careless, Master, though I understand your frustration," Merimies told Pikau, "perhaps it would be better for you if you sat this fight out?"

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 83 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to Full HP)
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| August 1, 2018, 12:01 pm
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Kae (Level 6)
HP: 9
STR: 14
MAG:
CHG: 2

Kae watched the fight, and saw Runsas rear back in pain from Merimies’s attack. But all of the sudden, the beast was charging at her. It had picked her out, for some reason. Kae crouched, watching the boar approach. As it drew near, she flung a dagger at it, which lodged itself right between the boar’s eyes. It roared in pain, but kept charging. Kae had expected it to stop, and wasn’t prepared for it’s attack. Runsas plowed into her, sending her flying. She hit the ground with a thud. Moaning, she picked herself up off the ground, and watched the continuing fight, looking for an opening.

Kae (Level 6)
HP: 4 (-5)
STR: 14 (+1 from CHG)
MAG:
CHG: 1 (-1)

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 68 (-15)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to Full HP)


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| August 1, 2018, 12:21 pm
Rua-Bo-Ye chucks a couple more bombs at the beast from a safe hiding place. The Boar squeals and tries to locate his last attacker but is unable to and so simply charges at the nearest thing he sees.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.6
HP: 4
STR: 0
MAG: 14
CHR: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 54 (-14)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to Full HP)
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| August 1, 2018, 12:42 pm
OoC: Ooh, more fighting, I'm in.

Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 8
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Kapua was urging to take a couple swings at the beast so he charged into it head on. He got one good slash, but was immediately knocked into the nearest wall by a mighty swing of the creatures head.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 39 (-15)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 1
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Restore to Full HP)

Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 3 (-5 from headbutt)
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2
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| August 1, 2018, 12:55 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Runsas staggered, reeling from the damage done to him by the Agori from all sides; he was powerful, but he was no fighter- he was not ready to take on this many foes at once; but he had no other choice.

Once again, he gobs onto the floor and takes another breath of the frothing brew; he glows once again, reinvigorated by the saliva's healing quality. Shrieking, the royal beast rears and smashes the concrete again and again. He spots Kapua rising from the floor and charges full speed ahead, seeking to crush the poor Agori against the wall.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150 (+111)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0 (-1)
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Revert to Full HP)
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| August 1, 2018, 1:10 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Runsas staggered, reeling from the damage done to him by the Agori from all sides; he was powerful, but he was no fighter- he was not ready to take on this many foes at once; but he had no other choice.

Once again, he gobs onto the floor and takes another breath of the frothing brew; he glows once again, reinvigorated by the saliva's healing quality. Shrieking, the royal beast rears and smashes the concrete again and again. He spots Kapua rising from the floor and charges full speed ahead, seeking to crush the poor Agori against the wall.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 150 (+111)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0 (-1)
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Revert to Full HP)

Pepeke stares at the boar. the agori just couldn't kill it! pepeke started to mutter a spell...

the boar slowed down. a coating of ice was covering it's mouth. the ice grew and grew until the ice covered Runsas' head. it continued growing until the whole boar was encased in ice. Pepeke then promptly passed out from using that magic. the ice started to melt, seeing as the spell was finished.


ooc: temporary distraction #2! I don't want pepeke to get killed, so... he's basically doing all he can to slow the boar down.
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| August 1, 2018, 1:24 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Seconds passed before the mighty Runsas smashed himself free of the ice; the beast was far too maddened now for physical restraint. The great Boar trundled towards the limp form of Pepeke and clamped his jaws upon the young Agori's arm.

"No!" Merimies cried out, running from Pikau and towards Pepeke; without thinking, he stabbed his blade into the Boar's side, forcing him to let go of the Agori. As Pepeke's arm fell to the floor, Merimies could already see the healing effect of the saliva on Pepeke's wound, which started to take action as soon as it left Runsas' jaw.

The boar swung around violently, pulling the blade firmly from Merimies' grasp. Runsas loomed over the defenceless Agori, quite ready to gore him between his tusks.

Pepeke (Level 6)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 11
CHG 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 139 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Revert to Full HP)
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| August 1, 2018, 2:37 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Seconds passed before the mighty Runsas smashed himself free of the ice; the beast was far too maddened now for physical restraint. The great Boar trundled towards the limp form of Pepeke and clamped his jaws upon the young Agori's arm.

"No!" Merimies cried out, running from Pikau and towards Pepeke; without thinking, he stabbed his blade into the Boar's side, forcing him to let go of the Agori. As Pepeke's arm fell to the floor, Merimies could already see the healing effect of the saliva on Pepeke's wound, which started to take action as soon as it left Runsas' jaw.

The boar swung around violently, pulling the blade firmly from Merimies' grasp. Runsas loomed over the defenceless Agori, quite ready to gore him between his tusks.

Pepeke (Level 6)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 5 MAG: 11
CHG 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 139 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: The Spit of Runsas (Revert to Full HP)


Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHG: 1

As Runsas bores down towards Merimies, the old seaman finds that he is trapped: caught in a corner of the plaza, any path of escape is blocked by the mad boar. Instead, Merimies steels himself and raises his fists, bracing for impact.

Inches before Runsas’s tusks would’ve turned the affable servant into an unsightly mess, the boar’s legs collapse beneath it. Behind the beast, a straining Beowulf has his arms wrapped around its tail. He screams triumphantly as he pulls backwards and to the side, violently spinning Runsas around, away from Merimies and Pepeke. As Beowulf lets go, the boar skids along the ground before colliding with a fountain, utterly destroying the latter.

“That’s what you get for sending me through one of those!” Beowulf screams at the boar. Runsas is unamused, however, and lumbers to its feet once again.

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 121 (-18)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas

Beowulf, Level 6
HP: 1
STR: 17
CHG: 0
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| August 1, 2018, 2:57 pm
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke followed the group... and his heart. He had overheard the maid talking to Hiiro and Ramses, two agori whom he had not talked with. Pepeke wanted to follow the group, so as to protect them from the new danger almost nobody knew about. He hobbled up to Ramses. "What was that maid's warning about? I know, I overheard... but I want to help protect the group. You're Ramses, right?"


"Yes, that would be me." Ramses answered then turned to the maid who was worried. "Don't be alarm this is a member of the group that my brother and I are traveling with." He assured her.

"H-Hello, kind sir." The Maid bow her head. "I am Asahina." She introduced.

"What is that you were trying to warn us about that you wanted us not to head home?" Hiiro asked.

"It's your father! He's the one who hired that assassin Asakura!" Asahina blurted out. "He wanted the both of you capture and Stronoff killed so you wouldn't find the cure for your mother! Mistress Ishtar is a kind and noble woman who treated me and the other servants with respects." She continued on. "I couldn't bear to see her only sons suffer."
She trembled.

"What!" Both brothers cried out in shock from the truth.

"W-Why would our father hired that monster in the first place?!" Hiiro exclaimed in shock. He knew that his father was a jerk, but THIS?!

"We need to inform the others!" Ramses implied.
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| August 2, 2018, 4:32 pm
The three arrived to face the boar with the others as Ramses told Asahina to hide in somewhere safe.

Hiiro, Ramses, and Stronoff Lv:6
HP: 15
Atk: 10

Ramses slashed it at the side with his sword as Hiiro swund his blade at it face and Stronoff stabbed in the back with his spear.

Royal Beast Runsas, Level 50
HP: 111 (-10)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas

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| August 2, 2018, 4:39 pm
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

In swift response to the newcomers' offensive, Runsas thrashed violently in a circular motion, knocking all three Agori to the floor with his long and gnarled tusks. Driven senseless with hunger and frustration, he swerved to and fro, searching for any new attacker.

"I appreciate the save, Master...!" Merimies nodded to Beowulf as he re entered the fray; as he caught a glint from the old harpoon-head protruding out of Runsas' thick hide, Merimies knew that this was the ideal moment to strike.

While the great boar was preoccupied with other attackers, Merimies took the opportunity to dash forth and firmly clasp the embedded blade; due to the fervent writhing of the Royal Beast, the blade was yanked free at a precarious angle, widening the wound considerably. Runsas shrieked, swiping manically with his great head; the aged Agori evaded the blow and stumbled out of harm's way.

Hiiro, Ramses and Stronoff (Level 6)
HP: 10 (-5)
STR: 10 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 100 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 2, 2018, 7:02 pm
Hiiro, Ramses and Stronoff (Level 6)
HP: 10
STR: 10 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

The three got up as Stronoff noticed Beowulf and Merimies still fighting.

"Come on! They may need our help!" Stronoff ordered the two. He threw a rock at Runsas to get his attention. "Hey you overgrown porkchop! I bet that you're not so tough without your magic drool!" He taunted getting Runsas mad as he charge at his mocker.

Stronoff jumped up to a tree above at the same time Hiiro rammed his shield to the Royal Beast face before he and Ramses slashed at Runsas chest stunning him in the process. Stronoff jumped from the tree branch and landed on the boar back and stabbing his spear in it to hold him in place.

"I don't know how long I can hold him, so finished him quickly if you can!" Stronoff informed the gourp as he struggled to keep his spear in place.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50) (Status: Stunned)
HP: 90 (-10)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 2, 2018, 7:46 pm
Rua-Bo-Ye charges a fireball as Hiiro, Ramses, and Stronoff keep the beast busy. carefully aiming, he launches it at the boar dealing damage. Rua-Bo-Ye then ducks back into his hiding spot before Runsas can see him.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.6
HP: 4
STR: 0
MAG: 14
CHR: 1 (-1)

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50) (Status: Stunned)
HP: 75 (-15)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

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| August 2, 2018, 9:40 pm
Troat'all then dove for the legs of he beast,causing it to fall down, while being pinned by Stronoff, the beast was vulnerable for a huge attack.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50) (Status: Stunned)
HP: 64(-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Troat'all Level 6
HP:12
STR:10(+1)
MAG:1
CHARGE:1(-1)

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| August 2, 2018, 9:45 pm
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Kae (Level 6)
HP: 4
STR: 14
MAG:
CHG: 1

There it was. The opportunity she had been waiting for. Kae stuffed her blade-on-a-chain into a sheath on her back, and pulled out a second dagger. She sprinted towards the downed beast, and lept up onto it’s back. She buried her two daggers into Runsas’s back, cutting deep into the flesh. She quickly yanked them out and jumped away, rolling as she hit the ground. Runsas faltered, momentarily stunned by the pain. It was getting weaker. Soon, this mighty foe would be finished.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 50
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 3, 2018, 2:14 am
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Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Great Runsas thrashed back and forth, staggering from the relentless barrage imposed by the Agori from all sides; the dire pang of hunger only intensified the agony that the creature felt; his mouth had dried for the moment, so he could not summon any more spit to aid him. Stamping and bucking, the beast had lost all sense of strategy and thoughtlessly lashed out at all sides, in the vain hope that he might catch an enemy with his tusks.

The beast felt a sharp jab in his side and whirled around to meet it. With the full momentum of an enraged beast, it was Merimies who bore the brunt of the attack; the Kahkanese servant was sent hurtling across the courtyard, landing roughly against the dislodged stone tiles. He groaned limply as Runsas continued his rampage.

Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 39 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 3, 2018, 2:49 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 7
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Great Runsas thrashed back and forth, staggering from the relentless barrage imposed by the Agori from all sides; the dire pang of hunger only intensified the agony that the creature felt; his mouth had dried for the moment, so he could not summon any more spit to aid him. Stamping and bucking, the beast had lost all sense of strategy and thoughtlessly lashed out at all sides, in the vain hope that he might catch an enemy with his tusks.

The beast felt a sharp jab in his side and whirled around to meet it. With the full momentum of an enraged beast, it was Merimies who bore the brunt of the attack; the Kahkanese servant was sent hurtling across the courtyard, landing roughly against the dislodged stone tiles. He groaned limply as Runsas continued his rampage.

Old Merimies (Level 6)
HP: 2 (-5)
STR: 11 MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 39 (-11)
STR: 5 MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Pontel tried throwing spears, but his efforts were in vain. Its wild thrashing made it very hard to nail. And Pontel didn't exactly feel like getting stabbed by a tusk at the moment. That gave him an idea! He began to run back to his cart, which was parked a while back to avoide being destroyed

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| August 3, 2018, 2:53 pm
Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 3
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Kapua saw Merimies thrown against a wall and called for help. He stood in front of the beast and swung his sword to defend the fallen agori from any more injuries.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 24 (-15)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 3, 2018, 3:35 pm
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Quoting Runkbolt 12
Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 3
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Kapua saw Merimies thrown against a wall and called for help. He stood in front of the beast and swung his sword to defend the fallen agori from any more injuries.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 24 (-15)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)


Wild and angry, hungry and afraid, Runsas thrashed about, trying to gore an opponent. The Agori were too numerous; like ants they rushed forth and assaulted him, but too small to catch. While victory seemed dim, he would crush as many ants as he could, and die trying.

Rushing forwards, he catches Kapua with the side of his tusk, knocking the Agori out cold. Runsas bellows at the remaining party, scuffing a hoof along the floor as he prepares to charge.

Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 0 (-5)
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 24
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 3, 2018, 4:53 pm
Hiiro, Ramses, and Stronoff Lv: 6
Hp: 10
Atk: 10

Runsas struggled in vain attempting to get Stronoff off of his back, but the Imperial Lancer jumped up in the air and smack the boar face with his spear as Hiiro and Ramses strucked at the sides.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 14(-10)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)
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| August 3, 2018, 8:31 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim
Hiiro, Ramses, and Stronoff Lv: 6
Hp: 10
Atk: 10

Runsas struggled in vain attempting to get Stronoff off of his back, but the Imperial Lancer jumped up in the air and smack the boar face with his spear as Hiiro and Ramses strucked at the sides.

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 14(-10)
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

Pontel got to his cart, pulling out the Great Sword he ran forth. He slowly began lifting it over his head, he let out a roar. The beast began to turn to him. Pontel lept fourth and struck its tusks, the force smash its head to the ground, the inpact severing the tusks. The beast either dead or knocked out cold. Pontel took a step back. "Well, that didn't feel great" he said rolling his shoulders.

Pontel Gunn
HP: 9
STR: 13
MAG: 1
CHARGE: 0 (-2)
Relic: Great Sword. (+3 STR)

Runsas The Royal: (I forgot the name D:)
HP: 0 (-19)
ATK: 5
MAG: 5
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| August 3, 2018, 8:38 pm
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[COMBAT ENDED]

The Agori stood watching as Runsas collapsed, his tusks severed by Pontel's timely blow. The great boar stood panting on his side, moaning pitiably as he suffered his wounds.

From his weakened position, Merimies rose. The old Agori huddled over to the floored boar and placed an affectionate hand upon its bulged cheek.

"I am sorry- I know your pain, boar; it is not easy to bear..." he whispered soothingly to the pained animal.

After a while, the aged Agori rose and addressed his company with solemnity.
"We now have a choice; we can either take this creature into our care, heal him with all we have, or we can end his pain. I shall leave the choice to you, Masters, for I am not worthy to decide such things: shall the boar live or die?"
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| August 3, 2018, 9:17 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
[COMBAT ENDED]

The Agori stood watching as Runsas collapsed, his tusks severed by Pontel's timely blow. The great boar stood panting on his side, moaning pitiably as he suffered his wounds.

From his weakened position, Merimies rose. The old Agori huddled over to the floored boar and placed an affectionate hand upon its bulged cheek.

"I am sorry- I know your pain, boar; it is not easy to bear..." he whispered soothingly to the pained animal.

After a while, the aged Agori rose and addressed his company with solemnity.
"We now have a choice; we can either take this creature into our care, heal him with all we have, or we can end his pain. I shall leave the choice to you, Masters, for I am not worthy to decide such things: shall the boar live or die?"

"LET THE BOAR LIVE!!!" Rua-Bo-Ye shouted. "With that magic Spit we could heal ourselves easily! Plus it would do wonders for my Alchemy... All we need to do is feed it and it should be friendly enough." Rua-Bo-Ye began preparations to heal Runsas.
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| August 3, 2018, 9:29 pm
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Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"LET THE BOAR LIVE!!!" Rua-Bo-Ye shouted. "With that magic Spit we could heal ourselves easily! Plus it would do wonders for my Alchemy... All we need to do is feed it and it should be friendly enough." Rua-Bo-Ye began preparations to heal Runsas.

Pikau returns to the plaza and steps in front of Runsas.

"I second the motion. This animal has obviously been neglected, and attacked us out of hunger and desperation. Also, without his tusks-" He pauses to glare at Pontel, "-he will be at a severe disadvantage in his condition should scavengers come to finish him off. And if nothing else, the scientific potential his saliva is limitless, and worthy of preservation."
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| August 3, 2018, 9:53 pm
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau returns to the plaza and steps in front of Runsas.

"I second the motion. This animal has obviously been neglected, and attacked us out of hunger and desperation. Also, without his tusks-" He pauses to glare at Pontel, "-he will be at a severe disadvantage in his condition should scavengers come to finish him off. And if nothing else, the scientific potential his saliva is limitless, and worthy of preservation."


Beowulf looked on somberly from a distance. While killing the boar would indeed be a waste, pragmatism had tempered his innate urge to save everything, despite the consequences of doing so.

“Friends,” he begins, the sound of his voice causing all heads to turn towards him, “if we choose to keep this beast, he will be more burden than benefit. As Pikau said, his lack of horns will be detrimental to his self defense; we fight an enemy that corrupts on contact, and we have removed its only method of adding distance in combat. Additionally, we know not how much is needed to satiate it’s voracious appetite: it could easily eat our supplies, before turning on us as it attempted now. And that’s not considering how much we will need to restore its health. It’s saliva may be useful, but seeing how the creature used it inclines me to believe that only its aroma has any meaningful use; a small vial per individual could easily work to revive one knocked out in combat, or steel those still fighting. We do not need the boar.”

The warrior looks up, staring through the crowd. “I hate to be the Devil’s Advocate, but if we are to keep this boar, we must refute the points I have put forth.”
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| August 3, 2018, 10:27 pm
With narrowed violet eyes, a figure watches from a safe, and shrouded, distance. She had been waiting quite some time. She will have what she promised. She will not be denied. If it would take some chicanery to achieve what she yearned for, so be it.
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| August 3, 2018, 10:42 pm
"I say kill it." Pontel added. "As Beowulf has stated it isnt worth it. Rongo can collect some saliva from it and then I can just spear it with this sword." He gestured to his large sword.
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| August 3, 2018, 11:15 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf looked on somberly from a distance. While killing the boar would indeed be a waste, pragmatism had tempered his innate urge to save everything, despite the consequences of doing so.

“Friends,” he begins, the sound of his voice causing all heads to turn towards him, “if we choose to keep this beast, he will be more burden than benefit. As Pikau said, his lack of horns will be detrimental to his self defense; we fight an enemy that corrupts on contact, and we have removed its only method of adding distance in combat. Additionally, we know not how much is needed to satiate it’s voracious appetite: it could easily eat our supplies, before turning on us as it attempted now. And that’s not considering how much we will need to restore its health. It’s saliva may be useful, but seeing how the creature used it inclines me to believe that only its aroma has any meaningful use; a small vial per individual could easily work to revive one knocked out in combat, or steel those still fighting. We do not need the boar.”

The warrior looks up, staring through the crowd. “I hate to be the Devil’s Advocate, but if we are to keep this boar, we must refute the points I have put forth.”

Pikau readies himself for debate.

"Beowulf's arguments are valid, but his sight is short. We need not keep the boar, only bind his wounds and bring him to greener pastures. He was once a pet perhaps, but those days are long gone and he has survived to this day without aid. We also don't have to feed it with our supplies, don't we have several skilled hunters and bushmasters in our party? It would only cause a minor delay to send them out foraging for wild edibles until the animal can hunt for itself, and the slower pace would give the injured members of our group time to heal."

"And finally, we may not need the boar now, but is that a reason to end its life? I don't need this butterfly, or this flower, but this doesn't mean I should crush them. And who knows? Future generations may need this animal and the wonders it conceals, and where will they be if we end it here?"
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| August 3, 2018, 11:32 pm
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“I say we put it out of its misery. Permanently.” Kae said. “He’ll just drag us down.” She leaned back against a nearby wall, curious as to what would happen.

Tuhinga rushed over, he had been watching the fight from a safe distance with Rongo. “Wait!” He said, “I know we have good reason to kill the beast, but still... with all the killing we’ve had to do, it would be so nice to let it live.” He looked around at the other Agori, pleading with his eyes for someone to agree.

OOC: This takes place before Torp’s comment.
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| August 3, 2018, 11:35 pm
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau readies himself for debate.

"Beowulf's arguments are valid, but his sight is short. We need not keep the boar, only bind his wounds and bring him to greener pastures. He was once a pet perhaps, but those days are long gone and he has survived to this day without aid. We also don't have to feed it with our supplies, don't we have several skilled hunters and bushmasters in our party? It would only cause a minor delay to send them out foraging for wild edibles until the animal can hunt for itself, and the slower pace would give the injured members of our group time to heal."

"And finally, we may not need the boar now, but is that a reason to end its life? I don't need this butterfly, or this flower, but this doesn't mean I should crush them. And who knows? Future generations may need this animal and the wonders it conceals, and where will they be if we end it here?"

“Yes!” Tuhinga said, “Pikau’s points are valid, and I wholeheartedly agree. We need to keep this animal alive!”
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| August 3, 2018, 11:37 pm
"Yeah, because sending out people alone into an unknown territory that may be full of even worse creatures is a really good idea. And for what? To get food for a beast that may get hungy and eat us? We should just some saliva and then kill it." Pontel said coldly
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| August 3, 2018, 11:40 pm
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Quoting Pontel Gunn
"Yeah, because sending out people alone into an unknown territory that may be full of even worse creatures is a really good idea. And for what? To get food for a beast that may get hungy and eat us? We should just some saliva and then kill it." Pontel said coldly

Pikau turns to Pontel, glaring.

"And just how do you plan on extracting that saliva? It's already used it twice, and I guarantee it isn't going to just hack up more for its executioner. It will need to be rehydrated at the very least to even have a supply of spit to give, and I do mean give. We aren't adding insult to injury by trying to force it to salivate."
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| August 3, 2018, 11:50 pm
Oclavis butted in, “Just kill the vile beast. Keeping it alive will only serve as distraction from our cause. You all seem to forget the lives at stake. I think we should find a ship, go back to Botana, and bring our people here. Let’s not let mediocrities keep us from our duty.”
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| August 4, 2018, 12:02 am
Quoting Dark Aeon

Wild and angry, hungry and afraid, Runsas thrashed about, trying to gore an opponent. The Agori were too numerous; like ants they rushed forth and assaulted him, but too small to catch. While victory seemed dim, he would crush as many ants as he could, and die trying.

Rushing forwards, he catches Kapua with the side of his tusk, knocking the Agori out cold. Runsas bellows at the remaining party, scuffing a hoof along the floor as he prepares to charge.

Kapua: Lv.6
HP: 0 (-5)
STR: 15
MAG: 0
CHG: 2

Royal Beast Runsas (Level 50)
HP: 24
STR: 5
MAG: 5
CHG: 0
Relic: Spit of Runsas (Restore to full HP)

OoC: Boo-hoo, admins killed me

Kapua felt kinda dead when he regained consciousness, so he called for help, “Help! Are there any doctors here? I think I broke my leg!”
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| August 4, 2018, 12:17 am
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau readies himself for debate.

"Beowulf's arguments are valid, but his sight is short. We need not keep the boar, only bind his wounds and bring him to greener pastures. He was once a pet perhaps, but those days are long gone and he has survived to this day without aid. We also don't have to feed it with our supplies, don't we have several skilled hunters and bushmasters in our party? It would only cause a minor delay to send them out foraging for wild edibles until the animal can hunt for itself, and the slower pace would give the injured members of our group time to heal."

"And finally, we may not need the boar now, but is that a reason to end its life? I don't need this butterfly, or this flower, but this doesn't mean I should crush them. And who knows? Future generations may need this animal and the wonders it conceals, and where will they be if we end it here?"


Beowulf nods, considering Pikau’s argument. “You raises some valid points, but I am still concerned that this boar’s weakened status makes it particularly vulnerable to the Tar; while the Waiting One certainly helped keep this city rid of the infection, his demise will mean this city shall be overrun. Should he fall to the Tar, who knows how an opponent able to regain its strength with ease will be corrupted? Perhaps it’s power will be lost, or magnified? Additionally, the land around us is grey an dead: if we seek to bring the boar to a greener pasture, it will certainly take time, during which we must feed him. Likewise, we are not likely to find much to hunt other than the other boars in this city; while this boar has evidently resorted to cannibalism to survive from what we witnessed entering this city, I know not how it will feel about us killing its kin once it has recovered and reconsidered.”

The warrior shakes his head. “I guess this all just shows how you can’t just see the world in black and white. In the end, I’ll trust your judgement, Pikau, but the moment this beast becomes a burden or a threat, I will not hesitate to do the deed. But for now, we must push onwards, and make our own survival the priority.”
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| August 4, 2018, 12:27 am
Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf nods, considering Pikau’s argument. “You raises some valid points, but I am still concerned that this boar’s weakened status makes it particularly vulnerable to the Tar; while the Waiting One certainly helped keep this city rid of the infection, his demise will mean this city shall be overrun. Should he fall to the Tar, who knows how an opponent able to regain its strength with ease will be corrupted? Perhaps it’s power will be lost, or magnified? Additionally, the land around us is grey an dead: if we seek to bring the boar to a greener pasture, it will certainly take time, during which we must feed him. Likewise, we are not likely to find much to hunt other than the other boars in this city; while this boar has evidently resorted to cannibalism to survive from what we witnessed entering this city, I know not how it will feel about us killing its kin once it has recovered and reconsidered.”

The warrior shakes his head. “I guess this all just shows how you can’t just see the world in black and white. In the end, I’ll trust your judgement, Pikau, but the moment this beast becomes a burden or a threat, I will not hesitate to do the deed. But for now, we must push onwards, and make our own survival the priority.”

"Isn't Pontel an able metal worker? Couldn't he fix his armour? And as for his hunger I have made a simple concoction that makes the drinker lose ones apatite. I have some on hand, and to make more is easy. I'll need more than a small vile for my research, this stuff could be the ingredient I need to make what alchemists have been trying to make for centuries: An Elixir of Life!"
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| August 4, 2018, 9:32 am
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Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"Isn't Pontel an able metal worker? Couldn't he fix his armour? And as for his hunger I have made a simple concoction that makes the drinker lose ones apatite. I have some on hand, and to make more is easy. I'll need more than a small vile for my research, this stuff could be the ingredient I need to make what alchemists have been trying to make for centuries: An Elixir of Life!"

“But,” Tuhinga interrupted, “Simply doing away with his appetite would not do, for it would just make the beast inclined not to eat, but it would still need to eat, and starve without food. We’ll have to find some way to keep it fed.”
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| August 4, 2018, 12:39 pm
Quoting Daniel H.
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"Isn't Pontel an able metal worker? Couldn't he fix his armour? And as for his hunger I have made a simple concoction that makes the drinker lose ones apatite. I have some on hand, and to make more is easy. I'll need more than a small vile for my research, this stuff could be the ingredient I need to make what alchemists have been trying to make for centuries: An Elixir of Life!"

“But,” Tuhinga interrupted, “Simply doing away with his appetite would not do, for it would just make the beast inclined not to eat, but it would still need to eat, and starve without food. We’ll have to find some way to keep it fed.”

"I'm aware of that, but it could be used to stop him from eating more than he needs to."
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| August 4, 2018, 12:45 pm
"This is a tough one." Stronoff signed as he noticed that both sides of the team had good points about what to do with the boar. On the one side that it would help on treating injuries, but doubt it would cooperate with the one who bested the beast in battle and the other hand killing would end the boar suffering.

"Asahina, it's safe to come out now." Ramses informed the maid.

She nodded as she walked to the group. "H-Hello I am Asahina." She introduced herself to the group.

Hiiro noticed left over saliva on one of the rocks and carefully placed it in a vile and turned to the group. "Will this help on our quest?" He asked the group.
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| August 4, 2018, 3:56 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim
"This is a tough one." Stronoff signed as he noticed that both sides of the team had good points about what to do with the boar. On the one side that it would help on treating injuries, but doubt it would cooperate with the one who bested the beast in battle and the other hand killing would end the boar suffering.

"Asahina, it's safe to come out now." Ramses informed the maid.

She nodded as she walked to the group. "H-Hello I am Asahina." She introduced herself to the group.

Hiiro noticed left over saliva on one of the rocks and carefully placed it in a vile and turned to the group. "Will this help on our quest?" He asked the group.

"You should give it to Rongo. Who knows if it still works after sitting out for this long." Pontel said to Hiiro
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| August 4, 2018, 4:09 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"You should give it to Rongo. Who knows if it still works after sitting out for this long." Pontel said to Hiiro


Hiiro nodded and handed to Rongo.
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| August 4, 2018, 4:31 pm
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Merimies watched and listened to the passionate debate; as each person spoke, he took a tally on their decisions; so far Rua-Bo-Ye, Pikau and Tuhinga spoke in favour of sparing the beast, but they were currently outnumbered by Beowulf, Pontel, Kae and Oclavis, who thought otherwise.

"I know I said I would not participate," Merimies interjected over the crowd, "but I know I wouldn't like to see a creature like this killed, simply as a matter of empathy. With my vote counted, we are currently tied. I would say that the next person to cast their vote should be the final arbiter of the decision..."
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| August 4, 2018, 6:23 pm
Rakau clomped on up, he had been hiding from the large boar, secretly harboring his fear of pigs. "Yer all missin' the biggest thin'. Killin' the 'ere beast means a near endless supply of bacon." Rakau seemed to be sizing up the boar. " now who 'ere would wanna pass that up? Ye would be mad to."
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| August 4, 2018, 6:29 pm
“Hear me,” Oclavis shouted, “What would Krickarr say, he would want us to continue on in all haste!”
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| August 4, 2018, 7:58 pm
Quoting Lucas R.
“Hear me,” Oclavis shouted, “What would Krickarr say, he would want us to continue on in all haste!”

"And all this beast will do is be a burden, and slow us down greatly." Pontel added
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| August 4, 2018, 8:01 pm
"Let the beast live, I say!" It is just another victim of the Tar, much like us Agori. Without people to feed him, hunger has driven Runsas crazy. We could adopt it as a pet!. Plus with a constant supply of saliva, we may be able to heal beings infected by The Tar!"
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| August 4, 2018, 8:11 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"And all this beast will do is be a burden, and slow us down greatly." Pontel added

"Not really when you consider all the time it takes for us to heal after getting bashed up by monsters! This thing INSTANTLY healed itself with SPIT! In the long run I think it would actually make things quicker! Plus keeping this thing alive would be good for our Karma!"
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| August 4, 2018, 8:17 pm
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"Not really when you consider all the time it takes for us to heal after getting bashed up by monsters! This thing INSTANTLY healed itself with SPIT! In the long run I think it would actually make things quicker! Plus keeping this thing alive would be good for our Karma!"

Yes!!!
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| August 4, 2018, 8:21 pm
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Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"Not really when you consider all the time it takes for us to heal after getting bashed up by monsters! This thing INSTANTLY healed itself with SPIT! In the long run I think it would actually make things quicker! Plus keeping this thing alive would be good for our Karma!"


Beowulf silently laughs to himself. “Funny that we should try to seek the favor of Karma, when I have seen its lust for rewarding the corrupt,” he whispers to none but himself. Clearing his throat, he formally addresses his companions.

“Friends, allow me to put forth a compromise. Pikau and Merimies, and any others of their choosing, will have sole responsibility for the boar. We will not question their judgement nor modus operandi in its care, so long as neither excessively recklessly endangers themselves, a member of our party, or the boar in question. However, should the boar prove too hostile to control and assault a member of our party, or is corrupted by the Tar, we will kill it. Now,” the warrior turns away to face the marble facade of the palace, “we have yet to uncover the secrets we came here to find. As the palace is the only intact building in this city, I propose that we enter; those who wish to save the boar may stay and work, while those who don’t will come with me inside.”
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| August 4, 2018, 8:29 pm
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"I find these terms most agreeable Master," Merimies bowed to Beowulf, "I wish you luck entering the palace- and I hope you find something useful in there!"

The old servant then turned back to the wounded, panting boar; it would be a tough job indeed, but perhaps one of worth.
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| August 4, 2018, 9:34 pm
Pontel scoffed. “Have it your way. But when that thing gets hungry and attacks us you can count on the fact that I will personally behead it with this sword.” He said sourly, holding up the large blunt sword. He strapped the sword across his back, adjusting the the bulk and weight of it. He may need it later if more unpleasant creatures lurked in the palace. With the sword on his back, his new metal cased explosives on his hips, and his saw blades in hand he set off with Beowulf.
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| August 4, 2018, 11:06 pm
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Kae, at the mention of entering the palace, jumped to her feet. Who knew what manner of treasure might be within that once-beautiful building. She followed Beowulf and the other Agori, eager to explore.

Tuhinga, glad that they had decided on letting the boar live, figured he would stay behind and help in anyway he could. “I’m not sure if I can be very helpful,” he said to the Agori gathered around Runsas, “But I’ll stay behind to help in anyway I can.”
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| August 4, 2018, 11:42 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
Pontel scoffed. “Have it your way. But when that thing gets hungry and attacks us you can count on the fact that I will personally behead it with this sword.” He said sourly, holding up the large blunt sword. He strapped the sword across his back, adjusting the the bulk and weight of it. He may need it later if more unpleasant creatures lurked in the palace. With the sword on his back, his new metal cased explosives on his hips, and his saw blades in hand he set off with Beowulf.

"You and your obsession with beheading the gods' creatures..." Rua-Bo-Ye mutters as he begins to heal the boar with his potions.
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| August 5, 2018, 3:07 pm
Hiiro and Stronoff left with the others to the palace.

Ramses turned to Asahina. "Stay with the others watching over the boar. They'll keep you safe from harm." He told her before catching to the others.

unaware to the rest from above was Asakura watching over. "Treasure huh?" He muttered to himself with glee in his voice. "Let see I should either silent the maid before she gave more information about my client or follow the fools in the palace and claimed the treasure for myself? Which to chose?" He asked himself as he balanced his hand for a moment. "Ah, what the hey. Treasure first, the maid can wait. Not like a small group of losers and a wounded pig be any threat to me anyway." He said before leaping to another entrance to the palace to avoid being detected.
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| August 5, 2018, 3:17 pm
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[Chapter 6 Aside begins here- Palace adventures continue in this thread]
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| August 5, 2018, 5:22 pm
Pepeke awoke. He sat up and looked around. He was lying next to Rongo's cart, and everybody was bustling around, either preparing for the venture into the palace or helping heal Runsas. Obviously there was a choice Pepeke had to make. "That stupid boar tried to kill me... and it almost succeeded! I'll go into the palace."

Pepeke stood up and shook his head... his ankle and arm were still broken, if not even more so damaged from the fight. yet, somehow, Pepeke felt stronger. His magic ability had been steadily progressing for years, but now it was rising in leaps and jumps. "I wonder..." Pepeke placed his hand on his chest and concentrated. A green glow spread throughout his body, giving him just enough strength to continue his journey. as he walked forwards, he collected his things and found Tuhinga. "I'm going into the palace... where are you going? are ya staying?"
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| August 5, 2018, 7:10 pm
Pontel walked on, looking upon the decaying glory of the once spectacular palace. "Be careful of what you do, who knows how stable this place is. And I would prefer not to have it collapse on us." Pontel said firmly. He scanned the place, nothing looked too useful.
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| August 5, 2018, 7:22 pm
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Slowly, the party ascended the steps of the palace. Torches held high provided light; the once ethereal sun had disappeared, almost as though angered by their assault of Runsas, and the world was blanketed in darkness. Illumated by flame, the gilded doors of the palace remained shut. Marble effigies of angels and gods soullessly stared at the party, challenging and beckoning them to enter.

Silently, Beowulf stepped forwards. Hooking his fingers into a seam between the doors, he threw them open with a mighty heave, exposing a grand foyer of marble. Pillars rained down from a vaulted ceiling, while moth-eaten rugs ran around the floor. Massive stairwells appeared at the end of the hall, taking off from the ground and spiraling upwards into blackness.

“Alright,” started Beowulf, his voice reverberating in the empty cavern, “we’ll start with this floor first, then work our way upwards. Look for books still in decent condition and get translating; if something still doesn’t make sense after the rune substitution, come ask me. And don’t go knocking stuff over either, while this place looks dead, we shouldn’t take any chances.” With that, he strode empty handed into the darkness towards one of the hallways branching off into the rest of the manor.
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| August 5, 2018, 9:41 pm
Ramses looked through the area until he noticed a book touching his feet. He picked it up and blew the dust off of it. "
Mathias the Mad King" He read the title of the book. Curious about how this story turned out and held on to it before following Stronoff and the others.
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| August 6, 2018, 11:52 am
Pepeke followed Beowulf into the palace, looking for books. he muttered a quick spell, and a shape glowed green to the side of the hallway. Pepeke ran over to it. It was a book titled, "A guide for the Elysian entomologist." Pepeke grinned and picked it up. "Well, if we find any big beetles, at least we'll know what to do! Pepeke found a similar book, this time titled, "A guide for the Elysian animal tamer." Instantly, Pepeke thought of Pikau. He tucked the book away. Pepeke walked back to the group.
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| August 6, 2018, 12:16 pm
Stronoff searched the area for any surprises or threats to be on the look out for. He noticed some old paintings wondering if they can explained about the palace past.

Asakura watched from above and carefully followed as he eyed the group and jumped to another ledge. He grinned thinking that he would snag the treasure first before that would-be thief Kae gets it before jumping to jumping to another railing support of the palace.
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| August 6, 2018, 5:58 pm
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Kae rushed into the palace. rubbing her hands together with glee. At last, a place to loot that would contain valuables!

Ignoring Beowulf's order to look for books, she made her way throughout the palace, weaving her way through the many hallways, searching various chambers for precious items. She found many golden (Albeit, old and worn,) objects, but left them. She had plenty of gold. She was looking for... more unique items. In one chamber she found what appeared to be an ancient jewelry box. She lifted the lid, it's rusted hinges screeching. Inside was the biggest, most beautiful diamond she had ever seen. She couldn't resist. She gently picked up the gem, carefully stuffing it into one of her pockets.

She moved on, and made her way down another corridor. She came across an entrance to another room, this one looked more important somehow. She pushed open the ancient door, making her way into the room. The first thing that caught her eye was a beautiful long-sword that hung on the wall. It had a long, glistening silver blade, and an ornate golden handle studded with the rarest of gems. Kae had never seen such a beautiful weapon. She had to have it. She rummaged around the room until she came across it's scabbard. Shedding her old katanas' sheaths, one of which was still stuffed with her chain-blade, she strapped the long-sword's scabbard to her back. She lifted the gorgeous weapon off it's hooks on the wall, and ran her hand over the blade in awe. She placed it into it's scabbard with satisfaction. This is why she came on this journey. You couldn't find things like these on Botana. And she'd only just scratched the surface.
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| August 6, 2018, 10:22 pm
Pepeke ran to keep up with Beowulf's long strides. "I found two books, one about entomology, and the other about the animals of Old elysia... I was wondering If i could keep the bug one and give the animal one to Pikau? they could come in handy."
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| August 7, 2018, 11:47 am
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke ran to keep up with Beowulf's long strides. "I found two books, one about entomology, and the other about the animals of Old elysia... I was wondering If i could keep the bug one and give the animal one to Pikau? they could come in handy."


Beowulf shrugs. “I doubt that there is anyone left from this city's time that would need those books, so if you can carry them unimpeded feel free to keep them. Still, try to focus your search on anything more useful for our journey; perhaps a book on native flora and fauna, survival guides, or anything documenting what sounds like the Tar.”

Pepeke nods as he scampers back to one of the bookcases, leaving Beowulf in the darkness. The hermit sighed and turned back to his own search, a search for something much more useful and valuable than a simple text.
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| August 7, 2018, 2:15 pm
Pontel scanned the books, looking for anything useful. For all these books there sure weren't many that were useful. Pontel muttered the book titles to himself as he read them. "Hinged Stone, the guide to stone mechanics. Nope. Beastly Bacon, making the best bacon out of the worst creatures. Heh, I should give this one to Pikau." He pulled the book of the shelf and put it in his bag. "A guide to becoming god, written by Marri Suhe. Probably a bunch of superstition. Spells, from beginners to masters, Eraba probably would wan't that." He pulled the book off and put it in the bag as well. He continued on reading and criticizing the books.

He evidently never heard the phrase 'Don't judge a book by its cover'
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| August 7, 2018, 2:30 pm
Stronoff searched around and noticed a sword being held by some old armor covered in rust. He carefully pulled it out of the armor. He looked at the scabbard and noticed that it was still in shape. He pulled out the blade and gaze at it as he wondered that this sword was once wielded by a great warrior. He putted it back and place it on his back to catch up with the others.

Asakura sneaked ahead to found a small chest of rubies and kept it for himself since they're still in good shape.
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| August 7, 2018, 8:48 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim
Stronoff searched around and noticed a sword being held by some old armor covered in rust. He carefully pulled it out of the armor. He looked at the scabbard and noticed that it was still in shape. He pulled out the blade and gaze at it as he wondered that this sword was once wielded by a great warrior. He putted it back and place it on his back to catch up with the others.

Asakura sneaked ahead to found a small chest of rubies and kept it for himself since they're still in good shape.

Pepeke took everything in. his friends finding trinkets and treasures, the windows... It was awesome. "ouch!" Pepeke tripped. he looked down. there was a heavy book labeled: The Black Plague. Intrigued, Pepeke opened the book. inside were runes in an ancient language. though not fluent, Pepeke was still able to make out a sentence or two. One caught his eye, however. it said, "the liquid, black, corrupting substance know as..."
That was all Pepeke needed. Picking up the heavy book,he ran over to Beowulf. "Um, Mister Beowulf? I found this book. You might want to read it... It talks about something that sounds an awful lot like the tar."

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| August 8, 2018, 12:05 pm
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke took everything in. his friends finding trinkets and treasures, the windows... It was awesome. "ouch!" Pepeke tripped. he looked down. there was a heavy book labeled: The Black Plague. Intrigued, Pepeke opened the book. inside were runes in an ancient language. though not fluent, Pepeke was still able to make out a sentence or two. One caught his eye, however. it said, "the liquid, black, corrupting substance know as..."
That was all Pepeke needed. Picking up the heavy book,he ran over to Beowulf. "Um, Mister Beowulf? I found this book. You might want to read it... It talks about something that sounds an awful lot like the tar."


Beowulf gently takes the book from Pepeke’s hands and leafs through it. “Fascinating,” he mumbles to himself as he scans depictions of beasts of Tar beyond the wildest imaginations of the party. “Thank you, Pepeke, this will certainly give us an edge in defeating the beasts corrupted by the Tar, even if it does not mention a definite cure for the infection itself.”

He slipped the book under neath his robes, where it came to rest against a very different object the hermit had taken. Satisfied, he announces to the party, “I don’t think there’s much of use here; the only book depicting the Tar that we’ve been able to find is the one Pepeke now presented me, and I doubt there are many more. I shall head upstairs, and see if we can find anything of use there.”

Cautiously, the warrior makes his way back towards the main foyer, before staring upwards at the stairs that descended from the abyss of darkness. He sighs, and begins his way upwards.
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| August 8, 2018, 4:08 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon

Beowulf gently takes the book from Pepeke’s hands and leafs through it. “Fascinating,” he mumbles to himself as he scans depictions of beasts of Tar beyond the wildest imaginations of the party. “Thank you, Pepeke, this will certainly give us an edge in defeating the beasts corrupted by the Tar, even if it does not mention a definite cure for the infection itself.”

He slipped the book under neath his robes, where it came to rest against a very different object the hermit had taken. Satisfied, he announces to the party, “I don’t think there’s much of use here; the only book depicting the Tar that we’ve been able to find is the one Pepeke now presented me, and I doubt there are many more. I shall head upstairs, and see if we can find anything of use there.”

Cautiously, the warrior makes his way back towards the main foyer, before staring upwards at the stairs that descended from the abyss of darkness. He sighs, and begins his way upwards.

Nyx quietly follows, her eyes boring at the group. She doesn't particularly care if they find her, but she does want to try and keep the element of surprise if possible.
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| August 8, 2018, 6:00 pm
Quoting Wondering Person
Nyx quietly follows, her eyes boring at the group. She doesn't particularly care if they find her, but she does want to try and keep the element of surprise if possible.


Asakura noticed the mysterious girl and carefully approach her while avoiding the group notice. "Is this a private mission or can anyone join?" He asked with his arms crossed on rather or not that the girl was friend or foe.
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| August 8, 2018, 7:11 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

Asakura noticed the mysterious girl and carefully approach her while avoiding the group notice. "Is this a private mission or can anyone join?" He asked with his arms crossed on rather or not that the girl was friend or foe.

Pontel continues on reading the titles. "Useless, useless, man these books are really...." his voice trailed off. He herrd whispering voices behind him. He pulled out the large waiting sword. Seeing two people, one agori and one very large figure, neither were from the party, He slammed the sword in between the two of them. "Now, state you business here or someone gets hurt." Pontel said firmly, and loud enough for others to hear.
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| August 8, 2018, 8:50 pm
Troat'all ran over to Pontel and started interrogating the two. "What are your names!? Where did you come from!? Are you good or bad!?"
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| August 8, 2018, 8:58 pm
Having thought he heard something, Rua-Bo-Ye enters the place. He uses his magic to make a small flame to light his way. He heard Troat'all's interrogations. He supposed the situation wasn't too dangerous. At least not yet. Taking a look around, he finds a book on Alchemy. More specifically, it was about what the people used to do with Runsas' spit. He takes it, hoping it could be of some use.
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| August 8, 2018, 9:29 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
Pontel continues on reading the titles. "Useless, useless, man these books are really...." his voice trailed off. He herrd whispering voices behind him. He pulled out the large waiting sword. Seeing two people, one agori and one very large figure, neither were from the party, He slammed the sword in between the two of them. "Now, state you business here or someone gets hurt." Pontel said firmly, and loud enough for others to hear.


"Why should I answer your questions twerp?" Asakura remarked mockingly.

"Asakura!" Stronoff shouted as he and the others arrived.

"This is the fiend that you'd told us about?" Ramses asked as he readied his sword.
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| August 8, 2018, 10:02 pm
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Far above the commotion between Asakura and the party, a lone figure sat slumped against a gilded door. Once, it had been the Thronekeeper, he who guarded the innermost sanctum of Elysium and seat of power of Emperor Alphinaud. Those days were gone, and now all that remained was a lifeless corpse in silver armor.

However, that would soon change. Aroused by the aforementioned argument, a soul roused within the form. As pale yellow runes sparked to life along the armor, it slowly stood, ancient joints cracking as stiff muscles regenerated. Ligaments and organs, long rotted, wove themselves back together. Skin pulled itself taught over recrystalizing bone, all covered by growing plates of silver and black mail. As ethereal sunlight once again streamed through the stained glass windows, the figure lifted a mighty lance from the ground, swinging the relic over his shoulder. He stopped briefly to admire his rejuvenation, and flexed his limbs as he found his muscles still remembered the many stances of Elysian combat. Satisfied, he gazed downwards, towards the torch-illuminated party of Agori.

“What have we here?” A hoarse voice rang from behind a black veil, audible to none but himself. “Common looters, attempting to profit from the wealth of the empire.” He turns to look behind himself, staring longingly at the sealed doors. “Fear not, my liege; while it has been a thousand years, none shall profit from the wealth of Emperor Alphinaud.”

Reinvigorated, the figure, still invisible to the party, started down the lengthy, dark marble descent, ready to perform the duties he had performed a million times before: to protect the throne of Elysium and it’s riches, and eliminate those who dared defy the Crown.
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| August 8, 2018, 11:08 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

"Why should I answer your questions twerp?" Asakura remarked mockingly.

"Asakura!" Stronoff shouted as he and the others arrived.

"This is the fiend that you'd told us about?" Ramses asked as he readied his sword.

Nyx weighed her options. "My name is Nyx." She decided to give them a little bone. If they wanted any other questions answered, she refused to answer to threats. She was above such things.
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| August 9, 2018, 2:56 am
Quoting Wondering Person
Nyx weighed her options. "My name is Nyx." She decided to give them a little bone. If they wanted any other questions answered, she refused to answer to threats. She was above such things.


"I agree with you." Asakura agreed with Nyx before giving a glare to the group before pulling his sword out.

Stronoff readied his spear.
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| August 9, 2018, 1:45 pm
"So I guess you have already attacked us before." Pontel said towards Asakura, he hit the broad side of his sword into Asakura's chest, flattening him. "Now, what are you up to? And saying your name again isn't an answer." Pontel said towards Nyx.
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| August 9, 2018, 2:05 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"So I guess you have already attacked us before." Pontel said towards Asakura, he hit the broad side of his sword into Asakura's chest, flattening him. "Now, what are you up to? And saying your name again isn't an answer." Pontel said towards Nyx.

Pepeke heard the commotion and hobbled over to them. "Need I ask what's going on? who're these two? and why does he look like he got flattened by a large sword?" Pepeke looked suspiciously at Pontel.
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| August 9, 2018, 2:17 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"So I guess you have already attacked us before." Pontel said towards Asakura, he hit the broad side of his sword into Asakura's chest, flattening him. "Now, what are you up to? And saying your name again isn't an answer." Pontel said towards Nyx.

Rua-Bo-Ye came over to see what was going on. He sees Nyx, and Pontel with his sword threatening her.
"Ya know, threatening girls isn't a very good way to get 'em to like ya. Maybe offering her a bribe, like a flower, would work better." He says to Pontel. Turning to Nyx he bows saying: "It is a pleasure to meet you my lady. I apologize for my associate's manners." Rua-Bo-Ye says in an unusually polite way.
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| August 9, 2018, 2:29 pm
"Smart. Very smart. Put yourself in a position where the easiest thing for her to hit is your head, and you can't be watching her. We don't even know what she is here for, so maybe if you all would stop talking we could hear." Pontel snapped
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| August 9, 2018, 2:37 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"Smart. Very smart. Put yourself in a position where the easiest thing for her to hit is your head, and you can't be watching her. We don't even know what she is here for, so maybe if you all would stop talking we could hear." Pontel snapped

Pepeke stepped between Rua-bo-ye and Pontel and spread out his hands, which started to crackle with electricity. "I've been working on my electro-magic. I don't want to test it on you both. Especially you, Rua. You seem cool."
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| August 9, 2018, 2:50 pm
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke stepped between Rua-bo-ye and Pontel and spread out his hands, which started to crackle with electricity. "I've been working on my electro-magic. I don't want to test it on you both. Especially you, Rua. You seem cool."

"You just don't seem to understand that they be be out to kill us do you." Pontel said flatly.

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Far out in the courtyard, a rare indigenous bird belted out its beautiful song. The song could be heard far and wide, it roughly sounded like, "Marryshoooo! Marryshooo!"
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| August 9, 2018, 3:04 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
"So I guess you have already attacked us before." Pontel said towards Asakura, he hit the broad side of his sword into Asakura's chest, flattening him. "Now, what are you up to? And saying your name again isn't an answer." Pontel said towards Nyx.


"My, my, quite swing." Asakura commented as Pontel failed to notice that he secretly blocked it with his own sword and tossed a knife passed him causing Pontel be distracted loosening the flatten hold as Asakura broke free. He chage in and kicked him in the stomach and punch in the face knocking him to guard. "You should learn on how to pay a attention boy." He said mockingly before jumping back to avoid a swing from Stornoff spear.

"Are you alright?" Stonoff asked as he's helping Pontel up. "Do not underestimate him. Asakura will use any means necessary to win." He warned him.

"Just what are you up to villain?!" Ramses demanded.

"Just a bit looting, capturing targets, and killing a rat for my client." Asakura replied in a nonchalant tone as he kept his guard up.
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| August 9, 2018, 3:41 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

"My, my, quite swing." Asakura commented as Pontel failed to notice that he secretly blocked it with his own sword and tossed a knife passed him causing Pontel be distracted loosening the flatten hold as Asakura broke free. He chage in and kicked him in the stomach and punch in the face knocking him to guard. "You should learn on how to pay a attention boy." He said mockingly before jumping back to avoid a swing from Stornoff spear.

"Are you alright?" Stonoff asked as he's helping Pontel up. "Do not underestimate him. Asakura will use any means necessary to win." He warned him.

"Just what are you up to villain?!" Ramses demanded.

"Just a bit looting, capturing targets, and killing a rat for my client." Asakura replied in a nonchalant tone as he kept his guard up.

Rua-Bo-Ye sneaked away as Asakura attacked Pontel and hid. He was amused at how foolish Pontel was. But now he needed to get that person. He pulls out his sleep spray and a bomb. He throws the bomb and it explodes and while they were detracted he jumps out and sprays Asakura and anyone too close with the sleep spray. It would take about a minute to start working so they didn't notice anything except for Rua-Bo-Ye standing rather foolishly with a sprayer.

"Oops, I guess it didn't work... Hehehe..." he lied. He grabs a random book and raises it in a defensive manner.
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| August 9, 2018, 4:18 pm
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
Rua-Bo-Ye sneaked away as Asakura attacked Pontel and hid. He was amused at how foolish Pontel was. But now he needed to get that person. He pulls out his sleep spray and a bomb. He throws the bomb and it explodes and while they were detracted he jumps out and sprays Asakura and anyone too close with the sleep spray. It would take about a minute to start working so they didn't notice anything except for Rua-Bo-Ye standing rather foolishly with a sprayer.

"Oops, I guess it didn't work... Hehehe..." he lied. He grabs a random book and raises it in a defensive manner.


"Just what are you plotting fool?" Asakura growled as he knocked the book out of his hand and pointed his sword at his neck.

"W-Why am I feeling drowsy?" Ramses asked as he starting to struggle to stay awake.
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| August 9, 2018, 4:37 pm
Oclavis struggled to screen out the distractions as he painfully translated the foreword of a large tome titled “The Truths Behind the Myths and Mysteries of the sea.” Oclavis reviewed what he had translated, “For the use of Water Wardens, those blessed with the clarity of the ocean, who feel it’s...”
This was it. Now he could make sense of the strange things that had been happening.
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| August 9, 2018, 6:37 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

"Just what are you plotting fool?" Asakura growled as he knocked the book out of his hand and pointed his sword at his neck.

"W-Why am I feeling drowsy?" Ramses asked as he starting to struggle to stay awake.

Pepeke turned and placed his hand on Asakura's chest. "Calm down, friend." Suddenly, Pepeke hand crackled and Asakura flew backwards, as Pepeke sent an electrical shock through the assassin. Pepeke grinned. "Guess my electro-magic DOES work.."

ooc: asakura is an assassin, correct?
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| August 9, 2018, 9:08 pm
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While the commotion quickly degenerated into a brawl, a stoic titan looked down upon them from a marble spiral. The strategic part of his mind urged him to wait, to allow themselves to burn their might in strife and make easy targets to his lance. However, defying this logic was the remainder of his mind, angry and eager to fight after a thousand years of inactivity. Decision made, he vaults over the stairway’s handrail, landing on the floor bellow with enough force to crack the tile, with rune-covered scarves billowing outwards from his joints.

The Agori are ushered into silence, briefly forgetting the cause of their fighting. The guardian towers over them, gazing with an unblinking face of obsidian. From deep within the armor rang a deep baritone, warning the party.

“Common thieves and fiends, defilers of forgotten ruins and tombs, you now stand within the holy precincts of the Elysian Palace, center of the Golden City. Return to the shelves and chests what your flea-riddled hands have snatched and leave, and your lives will be spared. However,” the figure hefts his lance, forcing the tip into the ground with a mighty thud, “refuse to do so, and you shall face the unstoppable lance of the Fourth Knight of The Round and the Thronekeeper, scourge of the Empire of Dust, Grendel von Mako!”
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| August 10, 2018, 12:13 am
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke turned and placed his hand on Asakura's chest. "Calm down, friend." Suddenly, Pepeke hand crackled and Asakura flew backwards, as Pepeke sent an electrical shock through the assassin. Pepeke grinned. "Guess my electro-magic DOES work.."

ooc: asakura is an assassin, correct?


(ooc: Yes)

Asakura got up and glared at Pepeke. "Boy, you just dug your own grave!" He said before charging at him.

Stronoff attmepted to cut him wiht his spear, but Asakura grabbed and swung him into the others. He thrusted his sword at Pepeke, but he dodge only to be kicked to side.

Ramses slowly started to lose consciousness from the sleeping spray as he dropped his sword to the ground.
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| August 10, 2018, 12:16 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

(ooc: Yes)

Asakura got up and glared at Pepeke. "Boy, you just dug your own grave!" He said before charging at him.

Stronoff attmepted to cut him wiht his spear, but Asakura grabbed and swung him into the others. He thrusted his sword at Pepeke, but he dodge only to be kicked to side.

Ramses slowly started to lose consciousness from the sleeping spray as he dropped his sword to the ground.

Pontel got back up. Now behind Asakura because of his charge, he slammed the large sword's broad side into the back of Asakura's head. There was a sickening crunch noise as Asakura crumpled to the ground. "Well, he is either dead, or almost dead. If you wanted to learn something there is always the spit." Pontel said.

(OOC: I let you have choice if he survives, so up to you, But currently he is unconscious.
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| August 10, 2018, 1:14 pm
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Kae was still searching for valuables, but without much luck. As she was about to enter another chamber, she heard all of the commotion from the main room. Wondering what was happening, she gave up her search and made her way back to where the other Agori were. She arrived shortly, entering the room through a side-passage, drawing her beloved long-sword as she did so. She glanced around, until her eyes laid to rest on the brawl that was taking place. She smirked, and was about to go see what it was all about when a towering figure caught her eye. It looked ready to fight.
She walked over to where the other Agori stood gaping at him. "Hey!" she said to the guardian, waving her bejeweled blade, "What's your problem?"
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| August 10, 2018, 1:38 pm
Quoting Pontel Gunn
Pontel got back up. Now behind Asakura because of his charge, he slammed the large sword's broad side into the back of Asakura's head. There was a sickening crunch noise as Asakura crumpled to the ground. "Well, he is either dead, or almost dead. If you wanted to learn something there is always the spit." Pontel said.

(OOC: I let you have choice if he survives, so up to you, But currently he is unconscious.


(OOC: Unconscious)

"Let not stick around to find out." Stronoff replied as he picked up the unconscious Ramses and his sword. "The real question is how will long the sleep spray wears out?"
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| August 10, 2018, 1:57 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

(OOC: Unconscious)

"Let not stick around to find out." Stronoff replied as he picked up the unconscious Ramses and his sword. "The real question is how will long the sleep spray wears out?"

"That is a good question. It depends on how much they inhaled, plus how tired he was to start with. I'd guess about three to four-ish hours, maybe more."
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| August 10, 2018, 2:13 pm
Nyx sighs, clutching her staff. "My business is my own," she murmured. But she smiled a bit at Rua-Bo-Ye's attempt at chivalry, and his shrewd use of that as a distraction.


The mage sighed, she had, truthfully, no inkling as to why she chose to follow this group of deranged oafs. Still, it wouldn't do to give her hand so easily.
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| August 11, 2018, 4:40 am
Stronoff carried Ramses off with the others before the red warrior slowly regain consciousness and got up.
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| August 11, 2018, 11:29 am
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The Elysian Knight looks disdainfully at the Agori party. "I must say that I have never encountered such an uncouth party of savages, more eager to maul their own than a greater threat. Alas, this observation is of no import; none of you shall survive." Grendel hefts his mighty lance and slams it deep into the ground: a billowing cloud of yellow mist erupts from the crevice, flowing around the party.

"Now, ignore all distractions and fight! None shall remember the names of those who do not fight, and none who do not fight shall survive!"

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 450
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 15
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (???)
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| August 11, 2018, 1:51 pm
Nyx raises her staff, fully prepared to wreak havoc. "I do not enjoy being threatened." She snarled, incensed. "Don't you know who I am?" She snaps at Grendel, the beautiful crystals on her staff gleaming.

Nyx, Level 7
HP: 8
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3
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| August 12, 2018, 2:08 am
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Quoting Wondering Person
Nyx raises her staff, fully prepared to wreak havoc. "I do not enjoy being threatened." She snarled, incensed. "Don't you know who I am?" She snaps at Grendel, the beautiful crystals on her staff gleaming.

Nyx, Level 7
HP: 8
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3


Grendel laughs. “Madam, unless you are in excess of a thousand years of age, there is no way an Elysian Knight from the Old Empire would know of you. And even then, you would have to be truly something for me to bother remembering you.” The Knigt lunges forwards, brandishing his lance. While Nyx ducks out of the way, the blow destroys the base of a bookshelf, causing it to topple onto the witch.

“Now,” he addresses the trapped crowd, framed by seething walls of mist, “fight me!”

Nyx, Level 7
HP: 4 (-4)
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 450
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 15
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (???)
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| August 12, 2018, 10:13 am
Stronoff putted Ramses who was still recovering from the sleeping spray to safety and joined the battle.

Stronoff Lvl: 7
Hp: 15
Atck: 11
Charge: 3

He spun his spear for a while and dive in for a surprise attack on Grendel. "If it's a fight that you want, then it's a fight you'll get!" He said as he attack.

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 439 (-11)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 15
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (???)
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| August 12, 2018, 4:23 pm
Nyx darts back, keeping her distance from Grendel. Charging a pulse of magic, she fires a beam of arcane energy, the geode fragments beating erratically, in tune with Nyx's fury.


Memories lurked behind her eyes, teetering on the precipice of realization. As she tried to force it to come to her mind, it seemed to dart back, eluding her grasp. With another furious snarl, she glared angrily at Grendel.

Nyx, Level 7
HP: 4
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 422 (-17)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 15
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (???)
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| August 13, 2018, 3:41 am
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Grendel laughs as the party assails him. “Yes! This is the combat I’ve missed for so long; a pleasure I was robbed of when reduced to a corpse! Now, let me show you a taste of real power!”

The runes burnt into the scarf draped around the Knight’s chest glow a sickly yellow, and bolts of magic arc along his lance. Aiming it downwards, a bolt of energy arcs across the room, hitting Stronoff squarely in the chest and flooring the warrior.

“Behold the power of Soul Sabre, ninth spell from the Sigma Scripture! A book of incredible magic written by yours truly, preserved in the scarves sown to my armor! Perhaps if you were to beat me I would teach its secrets to the victor...of course, beating me shall be no easy feat!”

Stronoff, Level 7
HP 7 (-8)
STR: 11
CHG: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 417 (-5)
STR: 8 (x2) MAG: 8 (x2)
CHG: 14 (-1)
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 14, 2018, 12:18 am
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Kae (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 16
MAG:
CHG: 3

"Okay," Kae said with her usual smirk, "I'll fight you then, if that's what you want."

She watched the others fight, waiting for an opportunity. Now, when Grendel was busy boasting of his power, she charged at him, her long-sword sheathed, a dagger in her hand. Dodging an attack from Grendel's lance, she vaulted over him, burying her dagger into his shoulder as she did. She hit the ground running, yanking her dagger from Grendel's shoulder. She bolted back to where the other Agori were, as he let out a grunt of pain.

Kae (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 16
MAG:
CHG: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 401 (-16)
STR: 4 MAG:4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 14, 2018, 2:11 pm
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Quoting Daniel H.
Kae (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 16
MAG:
CHG: 3

"Okay," Kae said with her usual smirk, "I'll fight you then, if that's what you want."

She watched the others fight, waiting for an opportunity. Now, when Grendel was busy boasting of his power, she charged at him, her long-sword sheathed, a dagger in her hand. Dodging an attack from Grendel's lance, she vaulted over him, burying her dagger into his shoulder as she did. She hit the ground running, yanking her dagger from Grendel's shoulder. She bolted back to where the other Agori were, as he let out a grunt of pain.

Kae (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 16
MAG:
CHG: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 401 (-16)
STR: 4 MAG:4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)


The ancient guardian laughs as rivulets of blood trickle down from his shoulder. Streams of yellow lightning crackle as hyperactive scar tissue does the wound closed, only enough to restore a full range of motion.

“Yes! More! Show me what it means to have a life to lose!”

Grendel drives his lance into the ground, obliterating the tile on impact. Bolts of sickening yellow split the ground as it races in a jagged line towards Kae. The thief makes haste to dodge, but as she does so Grendel twists his blade and yanks it upwards and to the side, causing a beam of light to erupt from the cracks and slash her leg.
~~~
“More useless drivel.”

Beowulf returns another book to its shelf. Removed from the fighting, he continues his search for literature holding he secrets of the Tar. However, he is secretly buying time.

After confirming that no one was nearby—unbeknownst to him, everyone else was distracted by the Fourth Knight—he slips from his cloak a small but thick black book, its pages locked shut by iron hinges and gold chains. In his hands was the Grimoire of The First, a book containing the darkest of magical knowledge, those which the hermit had pursued for years.

Soon, his master’s final work, and the secrets within, would be in his hands.

Slipping a small, silver key from his pocket, he inserts it into the lock in the center of the cover. Ancient mechanisms whir to life, twisting away the bolts that held the book shut. Eagerly, Beowulf opens the black book, only to be greeted by a mass of blank pages.

“I should have guessed it wouldn’t be so easy,” the hermit chuckles. He does not have time to reminisce before a bolt of yellow nearly takes off his head.

Alarmed, Beowulf slides the book back into his clothing as he runs to the banister, eyes widening as he recognizes the familiar armor of an Elysian Knight assailing his comrades. With the main stairways destroyed by the magical slash, the warrior begins searching around the banister for a suitable point of entry to the fray bellow.

Kae (Level 7)
HP: 2 (-8)
STR: 16
CHG: 3

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 401
STR: 8 (x2) MAG: 8 (x2)
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
1 action left of Soul Sabre
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| August 14, 2018, 7:28 pm
Pontel Gunn (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 15
MAG: 1
CHG: 3
Relic: Great Sword (+3 STR)

Pontel charged up, taking advantage of Grendel's distraction at Kae. Hefting the Waiting ons sword, he cut Grendel down at the knees, severing them. His body fell to the ground, the small stumps of legs splattering down as well. Pontel the smashed his sword through Gredel's back, cracking the stone underneath. Pulling the sword back out he swung it towards Grendels neck. It stopped a split second before severing Grendel's head. Grendel heald up his spear with one hand, blocking Pontel's sword. His legs re attaching and body stitching itself back together. He stood back up, still holding Pontel at bay. "Now that, is more like it!" He rammed the but of his spear into Pontel's stomach, sending him sprawling across the room. Grendel's legs had attached backwards, so he promptly broke his own knees and turned them around.

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 383 (-18)
STR: 4 MAG:4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Pontel Gunn
HP: 2 (-8)
STR: 15
CHARGE: 2 (-1)
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| August 14, 2018, 10:04 pm
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Quoting Pontel Gunn
Pontel Gunn (Level 7)
HP: 10
STR: 15
MAG: 1
CHG: 3
Relic: Great Sword (+3 STR)

Pontel charged up, taking advantage of Grendel's distraction at Kae. Hefting the Waiting ons sword, he cut Grendel down at the knees, severing them. His body fell to the ground, the small stumps of legs splattering down as well. Pontel the smashed his sword through Gredel's back, cracking the stone underneath. Pulling the sword back out he swung it towards Grendels neck. It stopped a split second before severing Grendel's head. Grendel heald up his spear with one hand, blocking Pontel's sword. His legs re attaching and body stitching itself back together. He stood back up, still holding Pontel at bay. "Now that, is more like it!" He rammed the but of his spear into Pontel's stomach, sending him sprawling across the room. Grendel's legs had attached backwards, so he promptly broke his own knees and turned them around.

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 383 (-18)
STR: 4 MAG:4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Pontel Gunn
HP: 2 (-8)
STR: 15
CHARGE: 2 (-1)


As the power of the Sigma Scripture faded from the knight’s body, he strode over towards the prone inventor. “So, you’re the one who killed the Waiting One? Why else would you be wielding his sword?” Slowly, Grendel raised his lance. “This is for that poor oaf, who got caught up in all this.”

“Coup de grace!” The Agori look upwards to see Beowulf swinging down from the top floor, a heavy iron chandelier in one hand, its chain screaming as it unraveled from the spool. The knight is caught off guard, powerless to stop the chandelier from smashing through his shoulder into his gut on impact.

While the regeneration process begins, the hermit races around, chain in hand. Metal links wrap around and bind Grendel’s limbs, preventing him from removing the chandelier from his body.

“Clever...” half a face whispers as the remainder attempts to grow around a candleholder, “you must...know how this...works, then.”

While Grendel struggles to free himself, Beowulf draws his sword, and rushes forth.

Beowulf, Level 7
HP: 6
ATK 23 (+3)
CHG: 0 (-3)

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 360 (-23)
STR: 4 MAG:4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 15, 2018, 12:05 am
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Kae (Level 7)
HP: 2
STR: 16
CHG: 3

Kae pulled herself up off the ground, her leg was definitely injured. She looked over to where the guardian was, and saw him struggling to break free of the chains Beowulf had tied him up in. Seeing an opportunity, she drew her bejewled long-sword, and charged at him, ignoring the searing pain in her leg. She pulled back her blade as she approached Grendel, who was still tied up, and was now distracted by the approaching Beowulf. She swung with all her might at the guardian’s neck, the blade sliced through his armor, and cut deep into his neck with a sickening sound. She yanked it out of his neck, and quickly rolled away to make way for Beowulf’s coming attack...

Kae (Level 7)
HP: 2
STR: 19 (+3)
CHG: 0 (-3)

Grendel, Level 75
HP: 341 (-19)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 15, 2018, 2:38 am
Nyx hums, thumbing a pendant upon her neck. It was useless, but for some reason, it comforted her. Sentimentality. She sneered, another weakness. She focused her power, rings of sorcery cascading through her arm as she focused the rings upwards, into strategic locations, near Grendel's feet.

"Then I'll force you to tell me all the secrets to that magic," she hissed darkly. "And, if you won't tell me, I'll pry it from you." The rings suddenly shot forward, pillars of darkness beating at Grendel's armor. Each one did about a fourth of Nyx's capability, but together they likely caused him to note a sudden pain in many areas at once.



Nyx, Level 7
HP: 4
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3


Grendel, Level 75
HP: 324 (-17)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 15, 2018, 12:04 pm
Quoting Wondering Person
Nyx hums, thumbing a pendant upon her neck. It was useless, but for some reason, it comforted her. Sentimentality. She sneered, another weakness. She focused her power, rings of sorcery cascading through her arm as she focused the rings upwards, into strategic locations, near Grendel's feet.

"Then I'll force you to tell me all the secrets to that magic," she hissed darkly. "And, if you won't tell me, I'll pry it from you." The rings suddenly shot forward, pillars of darkness beating at Grendel's armor. Each one did about a fourth of Nyx's capability, but together they likely caused him to note a sudden pain in many areas at once.



Nyx, Level 7
HP: 4
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3


Grendel, Level 75
HP: 324 (-17)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 14
Abilities:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Pepeke looks at the guardian. Still ticked after the little scuffle, he shouted at Grendel. "Don't you know old elysium is abandoned? nobody is here anymore, save you and the giant pi-- yipe!" Pepeke just dodged the lance. "Oh, now you're getting it." he ran forwards and darted between agori and debris until he reached grendel. "High five?" Pepeke slapped Grendel's knee and shocked it with all his might.
Grendel, level 75
hp 310 (-14)
atk 4
mag 4
chg 14

Pepeke, lvl 7
hp 7
atk 5
mag 14
chg 3
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| August 15, 2018, 12:42 pm
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke looks at the guardian. Still ticked after the little scuffle, he shouted at Grendel. "Don't you know old elysium is abandoned? nobody is here anymore, save you and the giant pi-- yipe!" Pepeke just dodged the lance. "Oh, now you're getting it." he ran forwards and darted between agori and debris until he reached grendel. "High five?" Pepeke slapped Grendel's knee and shocked it with all his might.
Grendel, level 75
hp 310 (-14)
atk 4
mag 4
chg 14

Pepeke, lvl 7
hp 7
atk 5
mag 14
chg 3


Miffed, the Elysian Knight addresses Pepeke. “Yes, this city has been abandoned, more than one thousand years ago. I was there when Sur’kosh rained his dark devastation, I witnessed the deaths of millions and of myself. But now I have been returned by my liege’s magic, and I shall continue my vow to guard his royal chamber in life and death!”

Yellow energy sizzles along his lance as he swats Pepeke, flinging the young Agori across the room, unconscious.

The knight does not have long to revel in his victory, as Beowulf runs his blade through the knight’s gut. Grendel is flung across the room, but is now freed from his chains, and angry.

Grendel, level 75
HP: 285 (-25)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Pepeke, lvl 7
hp 0 (-8)
atk 5
mag 14
chg 3

Beowulf, Level 7
HP: 6
STR: 20
CHG: 0
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| August 15, 2018, 1:38 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon

Miffed, the Elysian Knight addresses Pepeke. “Yes, this city has been abandoned, more than one thousand years ago. I was there when Sur’kosh rained his dark devastation, I witnessed the deaths of millions and of myself. But now I have been returned by my liege’s magic, and I shall continue my vow to guard his royal chamber in life and death!”

Yellow energy sizzles along his lance as he swats Pepeke, flinging the young Agori across the room, unconscious.

The knight does not have long to revel in his victory, as Beowulf runs his blade through the knight’s gut. Grendel is flung across the room, but is now freed from his chains, and angry.

Grendel, level 75
HP: 285 (-25)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Pepeke, lvl 7
hp 0 (-8)
atk 5
mag 14
chg 3

Beowulf, Level 7
HP: 6
STR: 20
CHG: 0

ooc: oof.

Pepeke flies across the room and hits the wall hard. he stands up and raises his hand, about to retort and probably say something rude, but he falls to the ground unconscious.
ooc: just wanted to spice that up a little bit... and say oof.
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| August 15, 2018, 1:52 pm
Stronoff Lvl:6
Hp: 7
Atk: 11
Charge: 3

Stronoff stood his ground against this new threat and charge at him with spear readied. He gave a strong swing at Grendel.

Grendel, level 75
HP: 274 (-11)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Grendel attack with his Soul Sabre and slashed the warrior throwing him to the ground.

Stronoff Lvl: 6
Hp: -1 (-8)
Atk: 11
Charge: 3

Stronoff struggled to get up, but passed out from the battle.
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| August 15, 2018, 4:29 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim
Stronoff Lvl:6
Hp: 7
Atk: 11
Charge: 3

Stronoff stood his ground against this new threat and charge at him with spear readied. He gave a strong swing at Grendel.

Grendel, level 75
HP: 274 (-11)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)

Grendel attack with his Soul Sabre and slashed the warrior throwing him to the ground.

Stronoff Lvl: 6
Hp: -1 (-8)
Atk: 11
Charge: 3

Stronoff struggled to get up, but passed out from the battle.

'Oh my Zeus I had better do something!' Rua-Bo-Ye thought as he saw two of his allies get beaten up. He had been hiding watching the fight, studying this new foe. In his hiding place he chants quietly, charging up power. Rua-Bo-Ye then rolls out from behind a column and unleashes his Fire Beam on the ancient knight. Rua-Bo-Ye then ducks for cover.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.7
HP: 10
STR: 0
MAG: 16 (17)
CHR: 2 (-1)

Grendel, level 75
HP: 257 (-17)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 16, 2018, 4:55 pm
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Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
'Oh my Zeus I had better do something!' Rua-Bo-Ye thought as he saw two of his allies get beaten up. He had been hiding watching the fight, studying this new foe. In his hiding place he chants quietly, charging up power. Rua-Bo-Ye then rolls out from behind a column and unleashes his Fire Beam on the ancient knight. Rua-Bo-Ye then ducks for cover.

Rua-Bo-Ye Lv.7
HP: 10
STR: 0
MAG: 16 (17)
CHR: 2 (-1)

Grendel, level 75
HP: 257 (-17)
STR: 8 MAG: 8 (x2/x2)
CHG: 13
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for 3 actions at the cost of 5 HP)


Calmly, the ancient knight turns from his fallen foes and strides towards the column behind which Run-Bo-Ye hides. With a single swipe, his lance demolishes the pillar, but just misses the Agori. As the alchemist backpedals, Grendel prepares to strike again.

Seizing the opening, Beowulf lunges at the knight, slicing through his lance-bearing arm. The guardian grunts as tissue weaves itself together; his power was beginning to wane, and he would be unable to continue to sustain the Sigma Scripture if this rate of damage kept up.

Beowulf, Level 7
HP: 6
STR: 20
CHG: 0

Grendel, level 75
HP: 237 (-20)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 13
Soul Sabre Counter: 0
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for duration of Soul saber counter, and add 3 points to the counter at the cost of 5 HP)

Turns remaining of Soul Sabre can now be reduced by dealing damage!
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| August 16, 2018, 6:48 pm
Nyx fires a scorching inferno out of her staff, the burning power coursing through the air like a serpent, slithering and turning through the air to hit at his wounds, further damaging them. She began to look around for something.. Reflective. A mirror, if possible, but even a pool of water would suffice.


Nyx, Level 7
HP: 4
ATK: 1
MAG: 17
Charge: 3


Grendel, level 75
HP: 220 (-17)
STR: 4 MAG: 4
CHG: 13
Soul Sabre Counter: 0
Abilites:
Cursed Mist (No one can enter nor exit the fight)
Sigma Scripture: Soul Sabre (Double STR and MAG for duration of Soul saber counter, and add 3 points to the counter at the cost of 5 HP)
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| August 17, 2018, 2:20 pm
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