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[RPG] Hordes of the Tower of Ishido

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Markhala

 

The bewitching sight soon reached a crescendo that made her head light before the beautiful flower finally blossomed. Providing a surge of newfound strength and ferocity to rush into her nerves, it felt like an adrenaline rush; only a lot more jolting. Her grip tighten on the axe as she let it rest on her shoulder.

 

The vines soon turned to ashes and with it it meant that the Skeletals decided to not be slaughtered by the Old Monk and the feisty dragonwoman and instead find their final reckoning at her hands. Their charge was met head on, as Markhala swung wildly to turn two skeletals to dust as her ax swung through the two further behind had raised their shields, perhaps an action from their days among the living as it was largely useless now.

 

An overhead swing shattered the cranium of a third one as she swung around the wedged ax to spin kick a few away. With maddening fury she then dislodged the ax from the floor and brought it down once more on a fourth unfortunate one. His shield crushed along with what was his ulna, humerus, clavicle and his atlas, dislodging his head clean off the joint and crushed under her boot. 

 

She breathed out heavily as she let out a deep breathe, this battle was getting interesting, she couldn't wait to climb the tower.


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Lady Sessilé de Magwyr-Graves

Sessilé shut her eyes tightly against the sudden but not unexpected wave of vertigo that was currently impairing her spacial perception and stability. It was so bad in fact that she could literally feel her eyes dancing behind their coral-colored, leafy lids as they raced from one corner to the next while she sat with her face nestled against her thighs.

This was the best she could do for herself now as her signature, crimson-colored flower slowly faded and died, leaving only autumn leaves covering her head once more. This was all due to her spell, Ffyrnigo which gave away a portions of the life essence she'd been collecting to her husband's mercenaries. Once a mercenary and adventurer himself, Graves believed that these individuals had a better chance of succeeding against the horde than the royal army did. Sessilé wasn't nearly as convinced but as his wife it was her duty to side with him during a crisis.

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“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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Tama

 

It seems like she didn't need to wait long before the battle resumed. The moment the dryad collapsed, having spent her magic aiding and healing them, her wall of thorns turned to ash and set loose the undead it was holding back. The orc wasted no time in meeting their charge as she began disposing them and Tama made sure she didn't fall behind and joined the fray.

 

With her new wakizashi in hand, she dove in low and with a fast and powerful slash, sliced off the leg of one of the Skeletal warriors before pushing it into another charging one. Then, from a crouching position, quickly struck the two Skeletals with a rising diagonal slash that cut right through their bones. As if trying to catch her off-guard, a skeletal came in from behind, slashing downward with it's big blade only for Tama to roll backward, plant her hands on the ground and vault herself feet first into it's ribcage and straight through it's skull.

 

As a fourth skeletal came rushing at her, Tama, who had dropped her wakizashi on the ground doing those acrobatics, didn't have time to draw her Katana, so she stuck with dodging until finding the right time to push it away and knock it down with a front drop kick. Taking advantage of the delay, she drew her katana and just as it was making it back to it's feet, it's head came flying off from a swift slash from her blade. Given the distance between the next closest opponent, she used the time to retrieve her wakizashi and sheath it. For a test run, it handled quite well, she was pleased. Though, it's not exactly over.


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 The Hero's Journey: The Servants of Death, Chapter One

The Necromancer II
The three remaining skeletal warriors halted their charge. They were unperturbed with the demise of their companions for the undead didn't fear death, they feared life. And the dryad had just flooded the room with so much life energy that it was weakening them. So much so that single hits were enough to destroy them.

"Impressive," thought the necromancer to himself. "Not only did she heal and rejuvenate them, but she's also weakening me and my minions! Quite impressive. But I've also learned a few new tricks since we last adventured together. Here, let me show you..!"

Glaring in the direction of the dryad for a moment longer, Gozhul Mortice spat out a curse before taking direct control of his minions and ordering them to attack again. The first one ran straight at Markhala, feigning an attack before slipping under her greataxe as she swung at it, sliding across the floor on it's shins. The second warrior was right behind it, swinging one of the heavy, wooden tables at the orc, knocking her down and shattering the table as it did so, while the third warrior leaped at Markhala and impaled one of her arms to floor. By now the first warrior was dueling with Tama, swinging it's blades faster than she could match, leaving her riddled with wounds and bleeding from each one.

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With her dizziness now gone and feeling much better than she did before, though much weaker than her usual self, Sessilé pulled herself up off the floor. To her right she could see that a few of the skeletal warriors were still alive. Waving her hands at them, massive vines erupted from the ground, wrapping themselves around the three warriors before crushing them into dust.

Leaping over the bar, she quickly helped Markhala and Tama back to their feet before more vines sprouted from the floor, wrapping Sessilé in living armour and creating a staff for her to use. On her back were branches in the form of stylized wings.

"Everytime I try to leave," Sessilé joked. "They pull me back in!"

OOC: All of the skeletal warriors are now dead. Markhala and Tama now have 2 HP. The Necromancer is next, and he has 22 HP/2 DMG.

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"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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It seemed like Mrs. Graves was tougher than she looked, as she jumped back on scene, disposing what remained of the skeletal warriors. Makhala was bruised and bleeding but she had enough juice in her to let her desire for battle urge her forward. Now the only thing remained was, the necromancer. His foul magic had already made them kill the already deceased adventurers that had gathered to the call at arms.

 

It left a bad taste in her mouth as she thought about all the lost fighting potential but if they had all been not so foolish in the first place and had kept the guard up, maybe this won't have had happened. It was always a problem with fodder, they tend to die rather easily. Heaving her axe on her shoulder she charged at the necromancer. Hoping to get some support from the raging Kitsune that was a merry as her in this bloodshed.

 

Maybe, she had found a peer and a friend amidst this slaughter, it would be nice to know more of the foxy lady once all of this settled. She thought this all as she brought her ax in a half crescent overhead, slashing downwards at the necromancer, hoping to split him in half.


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True to her daring nature, the orc rushed forward like an unbroken stallion as her long hair danced in the still air behind her. Pausing a moment, the dryad wondered if Markhala was cleverly obscuring the necromancer's vision of her and Tama or just recklessly rushing towards her doom. In her mind, there was only one correct answer.

"It's only a reckless move if I fail to support her!"

With her old, gnarled staff in her left hand, Sessilé quickly spun some magic together between the fingers of her right hand as she weaved a spell, thanking the old gods and the new for lending her their power as she did so, in her native tongue.

As if it had been asleep this entire time, the old, gnarled staff sprang to life with magic as ancient power worked it's way up and down the length of the staff like a green river made up of little stars. At the tip of the staff, these rivers of pure magic came together to form what looked like a chartreuse-colored sun with matching leaves.

Thrusting her staff upwards then, the newborn constellation flew high above the room, speeding passed Markhala to land squarely on top of the necromancer's head. Immediately vines sprouted from the star, which then burrowed beneath the man's flesh, penetrating his entire body but not killing him. Instead it sapped more of his strength and fed it directly to Markhala and Tama, healing them.

The evil maged howled in pain like a wounded dog but Markhala's axe soon shut him up again. As Sessilé looked on at her handiwork and smiled wickedly, the voice of an old friend came whispering back to her.

"Magic is not a tool, Little One. It is a river!"

OOC: Markhala and Tama are now back to full HP, and all three women will now gain 1HP after each of the necromancer's turns. The necromancer now has 15 HP.

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"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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Tama [3 HP]

 

She knew from the get go that the necromancer wouldn't simply lay down and die. Though, with how easily they disposed the previous bunch, you can hardly blame them for not seeing the black magic users latest foul act coming. Taking over their bodies directly and forcing them to attack again. Not only did he desecrate their corpses by bringing them back from the dead but using them as mindless tools. While she didn't care about them personally, but the act of desecrating the dead and delving in that kind of magic was something she couldn't condone. It disgusted her.

 

With his interference, the manner in which they attacked was very different. The skeleton swung it's blades far faster than Tama was able to keep up and block. Unable to mount an attack, let alone defend the strikes, she incurred wound after wound, bleeding all over. Luckily, the dryad managed to recover and, with a wave of her hand, called forth her vines and crushed he remaining skeletal warriors. For someone who wasn't even fully recovered, it was quite the impressive display. With renewed vigor, she leaped over the bar and helped Tama and the orc, both of whom fallen due to their wounds, back to their feet.

 

Not long after returning to her feet, the Orc readied her weapon and charged right at the necromancer with reckless abandon. As Tama looked on, she wasn't sure if the Orc was simply just a reckless idiot or had actually put her trust in them to do something or not. Well, whatever the case may be, the fact remained that the necromancer had to go and they had to work together. However, just before she made to take off, the dryad called forth another spell and soon saw something speed past the orc and sink itself into the necromancers head. Soon vines sprouted from it and burrowed underneath his flesh.

 

It was definitely a sight to behold, instead of killing him, the pain sent him howling while Tama's wounds suddenly started to heal. Who knew ones misery would make other feel good, huh? She joked to herself inwardly. Taking advantage of the necromancers howling, which would soon be halted by the Orc's axe, Tama made her own move. Attacking from a blind spot, she came in low and, changing her grip on her blade, making an upward diagonal slash from his exposed waist towards his arm, hoping to hack it off.


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 The Hero's Journey: The Servants of Death, Chapter Two

The Necromancer III
What little skin and muscle still stuck to the rotting bones of the former adventurer, Gozhul Mortice, was instantly riddled with liquid agony and firey pain. He didn't know how she did it, but somehow she had managed to fill a tiny, glowing seed with a thousand years worth of torment.

Fighting through the discomfort, slightly embarrassed that the dryad had even managed to make him scream in the first place, Gozhul looked up with fire in his eyes just as Markhala's axe came down on his head, shattering the necromancer's face like glass.

Pieces of his skull splattered across the floor from the singular swing. Disturbingly there was more dust and mold than blood. And what little was left of the necromancer's skull looked like the inside of a bloated cow left to rot in a ditch. His dead brain was now visible beneath the hood, and fetid.

Without a face he couldn't even scream had he wanted to, and he wanted to. Being undead didn't make him immune to pain. Now spasms seemed all that he was capable of but even that he wasn't allowed to have, as Tama raced in and severed his left arm from his body.

Falling to his knees from the sudden blow, the necromancer quickly pierced his torso with his remaining hand and began desperately groping around for a fist full of his own entrails. Ripping them out, he flung them around aggressively. They were enchanted and immediately began creating a deadly, three-dimensional web of spikes that would impale anyone that approached.

OOC: You can either impale yourself for the cost of 2 HP, or attack the guts, basically skipping a turn.

Edited by The Illuminati, 19 October 2016 - 07:01 PM.

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"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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His instincts were pretty sharp for an undead, his timely step back avoided him being split in half. Despite the multi-pronged attack it seemed that he had faced multiple enemies before in his un-life. But Markhala won't be denied the second time, as he dug into his rotting flesh and threw out his own entrails Markhala tried to weave through to move in for a finishing blow. He was kneeling, this was the perfect opportunity for a Coup De Grace. A she approched him with yet an other downward slash, the entrails suddenly became spikes and impaled her.

 

Biting her lip hard she fought through the intense pain to bring one final swipe down on the dastardly prince of unlife. Hoping the silver head of her big ax won't be denied the second time. The fox lady seemed prepared to finish things off with Mrs. Graves should her attack fail to do the desired job this time. The reward was certainly worth the foolish risk that she had just taken, she thought.


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Sessilé nimbly dogded the flesh prison, staying just outside of it's reach, before launching a barrage of green magic at the necromancer. At first glance it seemed like a spell of some sort, but in truth it came from the staff itself.

Both ends were capable of firing bursts of green energy that flew far into the distance. And so by jabbing the ends in a specific direction, Sessilé was able to attack her foes from afar without the aid of spells.

Each blast hit their mark dead center, dealing significant damage just as her previous spell sapped more life from the evil mage to feed back to Markhala. They just one more attack, and the battle would finally be over.

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“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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Right after she successfully detached his left arm from his body, the necromancer fell to his knees from the sudden blow. However, he was by no means finished and in a desperate act, plunged his remaining hand into his torso and began digging out his own guts and started flinging them around like a mad man. In fits of anger and what have you, people tend to throw things, beer bottles, books, household items, for example. But one's own entrails? Well, that's surely different... While taken by surprise by the sudden action, she managed to escape the onslaught of flying innards and jump back.

 

However, the ogre charged forwards, despite what awaited her, and gotten herself impaled, risking everything to land a crucial blow upon the necromancer. The dryad then followed up with her own barrage of attacks. Taking advantage of her flurry of blows, Tama charged in as fast as she could, hoping all those attacks would cover her entrance and prevent the necromancer from reacting in time. As she approached, she leaped up into the air and unleashed a powerful horizontal slash at the necromancer's upper chest, hoping to lop off his head or at least his upper torso, you know, whatever came first.


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The Dryad's powers engulfed the area around the ragtag group and offered them a brief respite from the chaos. Within the flower that sprouted were laid several items, one of which Aurora recognized almost instantly. It was a book, bound in leather and string. And on its cover was a faded green serpent. It was one she didn't think she'd see ever again, but here it was right in front of her- the memoirs of Ichiro Shuhei, the founder of the Way of the Serpent in her order. She reached for the book and held it before her eyes. For a moment, she was oblivious to the events around her. Memories flooded her mind, pushing out anything more than the barest sensory perceptions.

 

It made the sudden backlash all the more striking. In her nostalgia and remembrance, the curse Shuhei himself had placed on her somehow activated, perhaps provoked into responding to violence it shouldn't have, and as the flower petals fell away she collapsed to the floor. Agony surged through her limbs and electrocuted her mind, and even as the others moved into action she was paralyzed. She lay there, struggling with her own guilt and thoughts. "No..." she groaned, "No, this is not right... I have not strayed here. I... AUGH!"

 

She shifted as another bolt went through her, nearly letting go of the book. Though she kept her grip on it, the shift caused the cover to open, and she glimpsed a footnote on the cover page. Fighting just to move her fingers to do it, she tipped the cover more to fully read what it said; Always remember your past, but never allow it to eclipse your future. The serpent's shed skin does not show his current colors- neither then should yours. As she came to comprehend the words, the pain seemed to calm itself for a brief moment. "Even long after death, he still chides me. But her is right. I cannot spend eternity dwelling on my mistakes."

 

She began to stand again, willing the pain behind her along with her guilt and worry. "I must... move... forward!" With a rush she was standing upright, clarity guiding her to the surroundings. Sessile and two of the others were locked in combat with the Necromancer; they were fighting, but also being battered in spite of the Dryad's magic. But in her focus on their fight, the monk realized, Sessile could not tend to the dozens of other wounded around them. "It's the work that never ends!" she exclaimed as she slipped the book into her belt and readied her healing hands.

 

As the battle progressed, Aurora worked feverishly to keep the wounded stabilized. Grunts of pain soon drew her attention back to the battle, and the three combatants were pushing forward in spite of growing wounds to finish the Necromancer off. One in particular, sporting a katana and a fox tail, was lunging in for what appeared to be a killing blow. But her wounds were great, and Sessile's magic was tending to the other combatant. If their foe managed a counterattack on her in that state...!

 

There was no time to think. Gathering the chi energy she could still muster as quickly as she could, Aurora willed it to snake through the air toward the fox woman as quickly as it could. She could not diagnose the wound and counteract them, so she didn't even try; instead, she willed her life energy to encircle her target and solidify, becoming a physical ward against any strike that may occur. It wouldn't hold for long with so hasty a setup, but it didn't need to- it just needed to hold for long enough!


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 The Hero's Journey: The Servants of Death, Chapter Three

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The necromancer did his best to stall for time, but in the end he couldn't weather the storm that was the onslaught of the three women. And so, with her final attack, Tama vanquished the monster, purging his corruption from the world.

The three had won the battle but the war was far from over. Outside, fighting could still be heard in the streets and downstairs waited yet another opponent.

Quickly making up her mind, Sessilé decided to follow Aurora's example, instead of rushing off to battle alongside her husband. The wounded needed to be tended to first, or else their victory would have been in vain.

"I thought death had finally come for me," one dwarf murmured as she tended to him. "T-Thank you."

"The pain," said a pretty elf once she was back on her feet. "The pain was horrible! Oh, thank you for your assistance. I wasn't quite ready to become one with the 'Great Cycle'."

But there were those who felt that they hadn't been fairly tested, and so desperately needed to prove that they were indeed capable adventures. Thus, like animals, they turned to their instincts and rushed off to the next fight without any strategy.

"Follow me," shouted a human soldier. "We must help Lord Graves!"

"C'mon," shouted another. "Let's be off!"

The group then quickly grabbed their weapons and stormed off, down the stairs and out of site. Sessilé could only watch them go, for it wasn't in her nature to deny herself or others their desires. She could only hope that they fared better the second time around.

"I thought I could handle anything," said the young man Sessilé was currently tending to, with tears in his eyes. "But I'm no match for the Tower -- or it's monsters."

He was just too sweet, so Sessilé stole his first kiss -- to help with his healing, of course. Some of the others also shared words with Markhala and Tama, wishing them luck with whatever they choose to do next.

"Maybe a hero like you can," an older gnome said to Markhala. "But I've learned my lesson. I'm staying right here where it's safe."

"Are you going on with the quest?" Another gorgeous elf asked Aurora. "I wish you luck. I however want nothing to do with that unatural place. I don't want to die again."

Once the survivors were tended to, Sessilé made her way to the lower level to see how her husband and the adventurers were doing.

“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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Before her attack landed, she felt a strange sensation envelop her. When the attack landed and the necromancer was vanquished, Tama was furious. Someone had dared to interfere in her battle during her final attack. The feel of the magic disgusted her and the source, one of the two from before, of it equally so. She turned and glared at Aurora, making Tama's thoughts of her 'assistance' clear to her. It was different from when the dryad used her magic on her and unlike those occasions, that assist wasn't needed.

 

However, no matter how angry she gets at the actions at the monk and the magic archer, the battle was far from over. Putting aside her anger for now, she took a few moments to calm herself. Watching all the idiots, despite being so utterly weak and useless in the previous fight, rushing after Graves helped make her laugh and helped completely calm Tama. Well, they 'might' make useful shields, at the very least.

 

After taking a few moments of rest, Tama decided to continue along to the final boss along with the dryad.


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The kitsune finished what Markhala had started, as her final strike purged the abomination that was the necromancer. As the din of battle still roared in the distance, she knew that this battle was over but the war still raged. Ishido was certainly the infernal battlefield that she had hoped for. Perhaps there was some truth in her dream from earlier. 

 

The staff bearing monk soon got to healing the distraught as Lady Sessile joined her in the recuperation drive. The adventurers were mostly still in a state of shock, a few had gathered some courage from following the example of the fighters and were hungry for a better show. Certainly the reward was great but almost everyone had underestimated the threat.

 

As she surveyed the room and collected her thoughts, an old gnome interrupted her. His words were encouraging as a smile spread across her visage. "That's a good decision, elder one. Could you perhaps do me a favor?" she said to him as she leveled her eyes with his.

 

"If you meet one of my kind back on your travels, tell them!!" she said emphatically as she drew away and eyed Tama and Sessile who were ready to go after Lord Graves.

 

"Tell them, that you fought alongside the spawn of Redaxe." she said without turning to him as she placed her ax over her shoulder and walked behind the two. Whatever adventure awaited her, she was sure to face it head on now that she knew someone knew of her family's shame.


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Lady Sessilé de Magwyr-Graves

"You foul monster! How dare you attack my inn?!" Graves shouted.

"Your inn. Your city. Your entire way of life... It all ends tonight. You were a fool to think you could stop any of this." Sessilé could only assume that the other voice belonged to the master assassin, the woman in charge.

"I can't move?! What foul magic is this!" This voice was also new. Perhaps one of the adventurers?

"Shut up and die. Die and be forgotten." Suddenly there was a horrible scream, so Sessilé moved as fast as she could but time seemed to slow down the closer she got to the door

"Your kind will never win," Graves said bravely.

Sessilé could almost feel the dagger about to pierce Graves' heart and chest. So without hesitation, she threw her arms forward, sending a wave of vines down towards the basement's door, exploding the door inward so she could see what was happening.

And now she wished she hadn't. Because the room on the other side of the door looked like some berserker's nightmare. Candles were lit. Blood and body parts littered the floor everywhere, rearranged to form a massive spell wheel that could only be used as a gateway to the realm of madness and torture -- Hell.

And the female assassin? Her eyes were those of a cold and remorseless killer. She revered death, suffering, and all things gruesome and macabre. And now she was about to deliver Graves into the grasp of Death.

Gripping the dagger with both hands, she stabbed them forward, but the blade was stopped by Sessilé's staff as she threw it across the room.

"Nothing can stop death, little flower-witch."

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"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
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Arriving  on scene, she recounted the comment she made a little while ago. Well,shifting her head around at all the blood and body parts that littered the room. ....I did say 'might', But talk about useless... Tama knew something like this would happen and didn't expect anything but the least those useless humans could've done was 'try' to surpass her exceptions, even if only by a little. With a sigh, she walked forward. Having entered the room, she was met with the sight of the final boss moving ever such closer towards bringing death to Graves and the dryad having barely saved him from joining the others.

 

Hearing the Assassin Leader's comments, she couldn't help but respond. "True as that is, we can certainly delay it and kill the one bringing it forth." she grinned, focusing the attention on her and the Orc that was right behind her. Hopefully with attention focused on them, Sessile would be able to catch the woman off guard and separate her from Graves, allowing her to reel him in and heal him.

 

Needing length, Tama decided to sheath her wakizashi and draw her Katana. To keep the head assassin from focusing back on Graves, she charged in and released a powerful vertical slash to force the assassin to use her blades to defend herself with. If possible, she'd follow with a thrust and back away before incurring a counter.


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Lady Sessilé de Magwyr-Graves

The leader of the assassins raised her asymmetrical, ceremonial dagger high and prepared to deliver the killing blow against Lord Graves, when Tama Kirigakure, of the Kirigakure Clan, decided to challenge the assassin with words.

"True as that is," the fox-girl cried out. "We can certainly delay it -- and kill the one bringing it forth!"

"I know you," the assassin smiled instead. "Tell me, how did it feel when your entire clan was wiped out?"

Taking advantage of her distraction, Graves freed himself before knocking the assassin aside. Reaching for his wife's staff then, he used the last of his strength to return the weapon to it's rightful owner. And with that done, Graves closed his eyes and welcomed him end. But death did not come for him then. Instead, it was Markhala of Kroshtar who came charging in once more, as she quickly ferried the man away from danger.

Seeing her opportunity to strike, Tama switched weapons and tried to end the battle with one move. The assassin was just as quick however, though not nearly as quick as Tama it seemed. The attack had nearly split the woman's face in two, leaving only a thin line of blood to wander down the center of her face as a reminder. Taking a moment to taste her own blood, now that her mask had been cut from her face, the assassin smiled triumphantly.

"You would have made an excellent disciple," she said, before directing everyone's attention to their surroundings. "But it is too late now. Even without his blood, the ritual is nearly complete."

All around them a red atmosphere had begun seeping into the room, turning the floor from wood and blood into red earth. The ceiling above them too was changing, as it slowly vanished behind blood-red clouds. In the distance they could all hear a creature howl, as if it were trying to break it's bonds -- and succeeding. Just then swords suddenly began falling from this, new sky that had just formed above them as the walls began to disappear.

"What did you do!" Sessilé hissed angrily, feeling her connection to the world fading.

Not waiting for an answer, she stabbed her staff into the ground, dispelling a portion of the blood mist, before summoning a giant plant to shoot arrows at the assassin. Reaching for her swords, the assassin deflected most of the barrage, but missed a few that had now pierced her side.

"I have summoned my master. And he will be here very shortly. Tell me, can you already feel his cold grip on your soul? Fear not. Once you gaze upon the face of Death, you will all understand your purpose."

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“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."


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Despite feeling the anger boil up from the assassins comment, she restrained herself and waited for her chance to strike. When the moment came, she unleashed her strike and succeeded, however, it wasn't enough to end the fight it seems. While she nearly managed to split her face in two, only her mask ended up splitting with a thin line of blood going down the center of her face. Though, it was still a success since Markhala managed to save graves in time, so she couldn't be too disappointed about it. Even with the shift of the battle seemingly being in their favor, the assassin smiled like a great victory had been one as she spoke. The first part disgusted her but when she finished, she stopped cold. Ritual? What Ritual.

 

Confused at the assassin's remark, the atmosphere around them began changing dramatically, with the floor of wood and blood turning to red earth as with the ceiling vanishing under blood-red clouds, dying everything in red. Just what in the hell is going on? Feeling something completely wrong going on, the dryad hissed angrily at the assassin before quickly stabbing her staff into the ground and summoning a giant plant to shoot countless arrows at her. While the assassin managed to pick up a sword from the landscape and deflect most of them, a few arrows had managed to break through and pierce her sides.

 

However, not even this managed to break that victorious look from her face before revealing the true goal of the ritual. Without a shred of hesitation, she tightly gripped her sword and charged in, plunging her sword straight through the assassins chest before replying with a scoff. "Purpose? Don't make me laugh. As if it's your place to decide that. He could be a guy in a dress spreading flowers all around for all I care, it doesn't change the fact that he's next. Everything in this world dies, whether he's a god or death itself, it doesn't matter. The only difference is that you'll be going first."

 

With that said, she thrusted her blade up before slamming it back down, this time, clearly splitting the assassin in two.

 

Let'em come, as long as I draw breath, I'll cut down anything that gets in the way of my goals. Even if it's death. I'll never die before resurrecting the Kirigakure clan!!


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Hordes of the Tower of Ishido - Epilogue


With the death of the cultists' leader, the heroes were left to wonder what would happen next as the two halves of her body slowly fell to the red earth beneath their feet. They didn't have to ponder long however as the ground soon began shaking. Despite her words, it seemed that the ritual wasn't yet complete. And with her premature death, the red world quickly began to vanish as the real world and the basement forced itself back into reality.

But the process was a violent one, shaking and tossing everything and everyone around them. That was when the red earth finally buckled and collapsed, sending them all tumbling down into the red belly of this alien world. Thankfully, the sinking sands also revealed massive stones sleeping beneath the red wasteland. Using these exposed stones like steps, the small group raced back to the surface where the real world waited for them.

Once they were all through the portal, the wooden floor of the basement closed over the wound like a bandage. Leaving Graves' side for a moment, Sessilé ripped a few of the planks out but there was nothing beneath them but the cold foundation. High above them, bells suddenly began ringing loudly, signaling that the other cultists had been defeated. With their leaders now gone, the surprise attack was quickly turned in favor of the defenders. Somehow, they had won the night and helped preserve the kingdom.

Two Weeks Later...

"You have done well, heroes!" The Empress of Flames said as she handed out the awards. "Thanks to you, the Cheonyeo Gwishin's night of terror was ended and their plot to destroy The Empire obliterated. And so we honor your deeds this day. You have shown my people the nobility and strength of spirit that will inspire us for generations to come. More than that, you have given us hope that we may yet know true peace and one day defeat the horde. For this, you will always be welcome among us."


“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."