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Hordes of the Tower of Ishido - Chapter One


Wine flowed and danced hand-in-hand with tales of heroic deeds and passed glories within the walls of the Leafy Green Inn. Young and old alike sang songs to themselves of the many incredible wonders they had seen, unbeatable challenges they had bested, and legendary monsters they had slain.

Some danced, most drank, and a good time was had by all as Sessilé filled the air with a sweet fragrance that reminded all of home. But good things never last, and the brave were always the first to die.

 The Hero's Journey: The Cutthroat & The Vixen, Chapter Six

Group A: Assassins?!
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Edited by Naifu, 04 June 2016 - 11:45 PM.

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Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly got up, making the woman on top stumble onto the floor. Her face wrought with shock which was later expressed in words. Between curses and threats she questioned how the orc was free from her spell. The dull ache that twinged in her forehead was the work of the witch that lay before her. Before long as her senses picked up multiple presence, she knew what was happening. A good nights rest in a monster infested land was too good to be true. Her hands slowly grasped at the cold stone handle of her trusted axes, her only memory of her father, they hadn't failed her till this day. Her only regret if any, would be that she hadn't put a keener edge on them like she did in her daily ritual, the warmth of the place had made her lax. Hopefully, she'll live to not make this mistake again.

 

Meanwhile, a handsome blonde woman called her by a familiar name, it was just too good to meet even one man that didn't care for her race or appearance. Sadly, not everyone shared a similar mindset, this was the reason that she detested these humans, born into protected environments and protected by cohesive families and groups like a swarm of rats they overwhelmed the other races born with superior physique and longevity. As three more of the witches came into the hall, seemingly disposing of their victims. They shook the witch who was assigned to take care of Markhala.

 

The baby mask was a good one, the quality was top notch as she pounced on the witch with feral alacrity. Her ax detaching the head from her limp body as two of the assassins stormed towards her. She turned and kicked the table towards them to break their charge, patting the katana of the one who had come within her range with a casual flick of her ax before bringing the other ax into her ribs. Her strong blow had dug deep into the flesh of her victim as she flung the ragdoll at the other assailant. Their white robes now dyed completely red. She then crossed her axes in front of her before letting out a strong roar.

 

Kuuuaaaarghhh!!!

 

Whoever was not awaken yet should be now.

 

The battle was on. She hoped that with the blood staining the floor around her, the ones charging will slip and make it easier for her. The animal in her had picked up the scent and her eyes had particular shine of fury in them.


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With eyes of luminous blue that fluttered into an exhausted sleep, for a few brief moments the incognito Goddess found peace. Curling up beneath a comforter that gradually became scaldingly hot to those of mortal flesh, she dreamt of only one thing. Beneath delicate starlight beneath a pale moon, her mother touched her cheek. Not with malice, nor with apathy; but with a loving mother's touch that she had never received once in her life.

So glorious was it that she could not help but attempt to hold the hand to her cheek, in the desperate need to feel affection from a parent.

However, a challenging roar from just outside her bedroom door caused her to bleary half open one eye in the real world.

Needless to say, the sight was an unwelcome one, there was an assassin charging at her with a sword raised on high to attack! Not only that, but the creak of wood from behind her alarmed the Priestess of a second attacker to boot! Who would be after her like this? Why? It was not as if she had made her presence known to any party other than the Druid and the Lord. Did they betray her?

It wasn't possible, there was great commotion elsewhere! The entire Inn must be under attack!

As the Assassin closed the gap, the Goddess flew into action.

She rose akin to a malicious flame, bringing the comforter with her as she whipped it about, first striking the Assassin in front of her with the searing hot fabric. Screams erupted outward as painful burns ripped at unprotected flesh, and then the blanket was thrown as she spun about to face the Assassin attacking her from behind. Covering the woman in the burning hot cloth, her attention refocused upon the closest threat as with one hand she pointed her finger at her, and the other bent and clenched right by her ear.

It were as if she were drawing upon an imaginary bow and arrow.

What happened next was just as startling as it was beautiful when.a long crescent of blue flame appeared in the forward hand's grasp, and a long arrow of pure white fire extended instantaneously from the front to the edge of her hand by the ear. Without the least hesitation, she loosed the arrow upon her nearest adversary. Launching forward with vicious intent, the arrow surged forward with all the ferocity of a ballista. Punching through the chest cavity of the closest assassin and burning forward to slam into the wall between the witches.

There, the arrow would rupture into a blinding fireball whose blast was ineffective to actually hurt anyone, but was more than enough to cause momentary disorientation amongst her likely surprised adversaries. Turning back towards the Assassin who escaped this by still being covered in a blanket, she notched yet another arrow to her ear. More than ready to unleash such violence yet again.

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 The Hero's Journey: The Cutthroat & The Vixen, Chapter Six-A

Group A: Markhala
Novices of the Path of War who react to their agonizing rites of initiation with rage and defiance are marked as the children of Jiutian Xuannü, the Mysterious Lady of the Nine Heavens and First Goddess of War.

During their apprenticeship at Jiutian Xuannü's temple, blade acolytes and staff adepts (spearmen) meditate upon their natural affinity for violence and destruction. Here they learn to harness their rage and nurture their psychotic tendencies. This energy is focused outwardly, upon the enemies of the Cheonyeo Gwishin.

Ignoring the lost of their two companions, the blade acolytes charged forward, each taking a side as they ran up and then along the walls. Seconds later, they vanished in a puff of smoke and reappeared behind Markhala. The first assassin re-initiated the fight with a jump kick to Markhala's back, sending her flying half-way across the hall and back into her bed.

The second assassin reappeared at the end of Markhala's rough landing, capturing the orc's neck in noose. With one knee pressed between Markhala's shoulder blades, the assassin pulled the noose tight, strangling the green warrior.

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Edited by Naifu, 10 June 2016 - 04:41 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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'In the jungle, you don't hunt with your eyes. Feel the breath of this land and it'll guide you towards your prey.' 

 

It was a lesson almost burned into her memory. It was her father's favorite saying. Days went by as they tracked their prey and accustomed themselves with their surroundings and the habits, a sort of a sixth sense got honed inside little Markhala. Some may call it the 'Hunter's Instinct', but it was some sort of a guiding force. It helped her out of many a tricky situation. The will to survive and the eagerness to hunt sustained and refined the young orc under the guidance of her father.

 

She recalled these words as her own seemed to be ripped out of her head. The noose tightened around her thick neck as the foot dig deeper into her mid-back. She held onto the noose, her superior physicality winning out against the better leverage of her assailant as she used her momentum to drive an elbow into the rib cage of her assassin. The other charged at her with weapon drawn as her left fist pounded the sleek jaw the masked assailant. As the other repeated the maneuver, Markhala closed her eyes and clutched the one she had attacked really tight, her big chunky hands digging deep into the soft flesh of the slender assassin as she let out a slight squeal.

 

She threw the woman at the other as she tried to flank her before picking up the katana from her earlier victim and pinning them both to the side wall. Not a squeak came from the two women as the red slowly drenched their beautiful white dresses. Markhala took a step back to admire her handiwork before deciding upon giving them both a quick death. She clenched her fist tight and slammed it right into the back of the one he had thrown. She could feel the skull cracking and the high cracking noise as blood splattered across her torso and the walls.

 

She got back to her bed and wore her cloak, positioning her rations securely on her back she sat on a table and started what she had promised herself before this all started.

 

To sharpen her axes.


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As her eyes shot open upon breaking the spell, she saw a woman in white with a mask resembling that of an old woman. Though, she didn't have much time to think as the woman quickly brought the dagger down on Tama's heart. However, Tama quickly thwarted the attempt by catching the blade with her palms, just inches above the heart. "Too Slow," she uttered with irritation in her voice. As the woman started panicking, a mocking grin flashed on Tama's face.

 

"Amateur....You didn't do a thorough check on your target, huh? Some assassin..." It was pathetic. If they seriously decided to target her of all people, they would've known a spell of this level wouldn't hold on her. Did they completely forget about the Kirigakure clan after all these years? The clan was filled of conmen and criminals of all walk of life that use all sort of tricks and spells to get their mark, surly they'd have some level of resistance, right? Well... I'll admit it ensnared me up to a point but they made a crucial mistake and I intend to make them pay for their arrogance.

 

The would be assassin then called out for help as 3 others headed her call. The assassin on top of her in a fit of desperation began to press her body down on the dagger, trying to get rid of her as soon as possible. Still halting the blades advance with her palms, Tama, having regained the strength in her legs, began kneeing the woman in the back to make her ease up on her grip before wrapping her legs around the assassin and forced her backwards. As the woman lost her balance and loosened her grip on the blade, Tama headbutted her and grabbed her knife before bending down and slicing her throat.

 

There was no time to rest as the one with the spear was quickly on her. It was then that a strange and loud roar shook the building and caused a slight moment of hesitation on the attackers part, giving Tama the time to push the corpse of the assassin's comrade into the spears path and thus allowing her to grab hold of the spear. With the tip of the spear lodged into the corpse, Tama pushed the spears shaft down, rendering the woman unable to pry it free and wrapped her legs and kicked the assassin in the head, sending her crashing to the floor.

 

Not giving the bitch time to recover, Tama pounced on her and, gripping her throat with her left, stabbed the woman relentlessly with the right. Getting up, she glared at the remaining 2 assassins. She wasn't sure what that roar was about but it probably meant that there was more of these assassins lurking about. Either way, she had more important things to worry about. Once she eliminates the scum here, she'll find out what's going on in time. Dropping the knife, she picks up her Katana and unsheathes it as she readies for battle with the other 2.

 

Exercise in the morning was a must in order to start the day, after all.


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Aurora had never been a heavy sleeper. Few children of the Monastery were, but she in particular was very easy to wake on account of her heightened senses. It was hardly uncommon, in fact, for her to spend a night fading in and out of sleep simply from the world turning around her. On this occasion, however, she did not immediately lull herself back to slumber as she normally did. Something was very, very wrong. She had stirred, yet the world seemed to be completely silent, as if a spell had been cast over it. Moreover, there seemed to be some other presence nearby- it made no sound, even she could not detect a shred of Chi from it, and as she cracked an eye she saw nothing, but she could swear it was there. Was she imagining things? Surely, if someone was in the room, she would have heard them, or sensed them, or something.

 

Her concerns were resolved when a guttural roar shook the Inn. As soon as the wave of sound passed them by, the intruders in the room lost their focus for only an instant- but in that instant their life energy was fully on display to the Hoshan Monk. Eight of them in total had joined her and the Priestess uninvited, two of whom were bearing down upon her! Instinct took over, and Aurora rolled toward the far wall as the two swords struck the floor where she'd been resting. As she came upon her back, she coiled her legs and kicked upward at the assailant who had begun to wrestle with the burning blanket Taiyo had hurled on her. The soles of Aurora's shoes struck the woman's jaw, producing a sickening crunch, and launched her high into the air. The impact with the low ceiling would have knocked her out if the force of the kick had not already ensured her unconsciousness, and as her limp body fell back to earth Aurora stood upright, caught the victim by the blanket, and bodily hurled the woman at the sword wielders who had attacked her. She hoped care for a comrade would create a greater distraction in her opponents, but either way the knocked out attacker would serve as a hindrance to further assaults.

 

A burst of flame took another of the assassins as Taiyo sprung into action herself, and in that time Aurora swept her staff into her hands from where it had leaned against the nearby dresser. She spun it several times, the weight feeling comfortable in her hands as always, then she slid into a combat stance with the grace and poise of a long and well experienced practitioner. Now fully awake and alert, all of Aurora's senses told her that there were battles aplenty erupting throughout the inn. Somebody certainly did not want this expedition to the Tower proceeding. But the sender of these white-haired women was a problem for later; the row of spears and swords was more immediate. "I know you don't trust me completely," she said to Taiyo without breaking eyes from her adversaries, "But it seems we'll have to have each other's backs here."


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 The Hero's Journey: The Cutthroat & The Vixen, Chapter Six-B

Group A: Tama
Blades drawn, the assassins slowly circled around the fox girl until they were on either side of her. Then, switching stances, they attacked simultaneously, testing Tama's defenses before using their shadow arts to vanish. A second later, a grappling hook shot out of the dark, ensnaring one of Tama's legs and pulling her off balance.

Forced to her knees, an assassin appeared above her, slashing down fiercely. Tama blocked the attack neatly, but took a knee to the cheek for her trouble. Still hidden in the shadows, the first assassin pulled on the chain again, dragging Tama across the floor. Reappearing then, the assassin used the other end of her chain to whip Tama cross her back, keeping up the pressure.

Group A: Aurora & Tiazu
Using her magic to throw off the flaming fabric from her sister, the witch quickly set about healing her wounds. On the other side of the room, the second witch was doing the same, reviving the acolyte Aurora had knocked unconscious.

The staff adepts and remaining blade acolyte only halted their advance long enough to shield their eyes from the sudden flash of light, before instinctively vanishing into a puff of smoke. From the ashes of their disappearing act, a lone chain shot out. It glowed white, like molten steel, intentionally missing Tiazu as it slammed into the floor beneath her feet.

The chain then shattered, exploding into multiple, glowing chains, which then shattered again and again, finally entangling Tiazu in a web of steel.

Before Aurora could help, the two staff adepts reappeared above her. They both struck down hard, knocking Aurora to her knees. They followed this up with quick, solid kicks to her front and back. Across the room, the acolyte stuck her katana into the flames engulfing them, heating her blade before piercing Tiazu's side with the edge.

"So you like fire," she asked. "I like fire too."

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Shin watched as they entered, using the shadows to their advantage. That was the first thing the Brotherhood training had taught him. That was the easy part. Shin was used to growing up, hiding in the shadows. Learning to hide in the light, was the difficult part. He saw one of them fell Graves's wife, Sessile, heard her scream before she fell. No doubt their host would be enraged, though Shin saw the cut was not that deep, she was most likely still alive. For now, at least.

 

Then chaos ensued.

 

The first assassin approached slowly, as if daring him to run. But Shin knew their tricks, mastered their art. He wouldn't be showing his back to them. Besides him the wind spirits rustled, uneasy, eager for blood. But he wasn't quite ready to show off that trick yet. The woman, draped completely in black, charged at him, blade in hand.

 

"Wait!" Shin called out to her, putting his hands up. 

 

It was surprising how often that worked. The woman's momentum faltered, just for a moment, and Shin quickly revealed the dagger hidden in his sleeve. Twirling it around his fingers with great expertise, he lunged forward. Carefully, but without hesitation, he plunged his blade into the assassin's neck.

 

"Amateur," Shin whispered into the assassin's ear as she slumped to the ground, dead.


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It was a close shave; a very alarmingly close encounter with Death. The enemy had studied the very corners of his psyche, and devised the most devious pit hole specifically designed to ensnare him; to incapacitate him and kill him in his slip. Yet ultimately, it was his strong pride that pulled him through. His unwillingness to submit to humiliation, even in the face of mind-numbing, flesh-melting pleasure.

 

Right before the blade of the witch pierced his heart, Julius woke up from the illusion, and shifted his body just in time to keep his life intact. The blade still pierced his left shoulder, however, and the pain was actually severe enough to undo his illusion magic. As fresh blood trickled down from the gaping wound, rather than a broad chest of Julius'. And adorning his head, was the long flowing hair of washed crimson; the color of a sunset, instead of Julius' usual auburn hair, which resembles the sunrise.

 

Standing here, in this room, was none other than Julia Mercurtia Blanc, rightful heir of the name "Blanc". She was wounded and weakened; cornered and without defense. Her guise was exposed, and her sword was not in her hands. Yet it was not fear or timidity that her opponents found. Rather, it was the opposite. What they found was a pair of eyes, seething with murderous rage.

 

Lugh, Scion of the Sun, Heroic King of ages yore

Through the oath of Valor, I call upon your light

 

"Who sent you?" she asked her four assailants. "What does he, or she, want with me?"

As she spoke, light began to converge towards her. Faint and fleeting at first, it has grown to considerable luminance by the time she finished her sentences.

 

May they gather in the palm of my hand,

and become my power to overcome darkness
 
"Speak now, lest I keep you from speaking ever again," she finished her ultimatum as the light's intensity magnified tenfold in her right palm.

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As the remaining assassins drew their blades, they began circling her until stopping when they were on either side of her. Then they attacked together, forcing Tama on the defensive as her eyes shifted from one to the other in an effort to predict and block their attacks. She went in with her sheath in one hand and Katana in the other, she raised her sheath to block one of the assassins while using her blade to swing at the other. But before they made contact, they vanished into the shadows, as if testing her, which irritated her.

 

However, seconds later a grappling hook shot out from the darkness and managed to capture one of her legs, pulling her off balance. Despite the attack forcing her to her knees, Tama managed to block the fierce attack of one of the assassins that came out of nowhere from above, though, she took a knee to the cheek in doing so. Not given time to counterattack, the assassin that remained in the shadows pulled on the chain again, this time dragging Tama across the floor, causing her to drop her sheath. Reappearing, the assassin began using the other end of the chain to whip her across the back.

 

"You sure love that chain, huh?" she snarled, gritting her teeth as she endured the punishment while slowly turning around. Once turned around, right as she was due to get whipped, Tama grabbed the chain that was connected to her legs and pulled hard on it, making the assassin be the one that was brought down. With the hard tug causing the assassin to fall hard on her back, Tama pulled hard again, causing the assassin to be the one getting dragged this time. As the assassin's body flew towards her, plunging a waiting blade into her chest, twisting it causing the assassin to slump over.

 

Pushing the assassin's corpse to the side, she placed her Katana on the ground as she went to remove the grappling hook from her leg. When the hook was removed, she picked it up and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she began sniffing around for the other assassin. Once her general location was found, thanks to a kitsune's good senses, she moved forward and, twirling it above head, launched the hook in the target direction. Hearing a grunt, she pulled on the chain, dragging the one on the other end towards her. When the assassin came into view, she could see that the hook dug into the assassin's leg pretty bad.

 

As the assassin laid there in pain, Tama delivered a punishing kick to her chest, ensuring that a counterattack doesn't happen. With the assassin now helpless, a chilling expression appeared on Tama's face as she grabbed the chain and went behind the assassin. As she attempted to rise off the ground, Tama took the chain and wrapped it around the Assassin's throat before giving a hard tug as the assassin started thrashing and turning blue, snuffing out whatever light remained. Once she was confirmed dead, Tama slowly rose before making her way towards her Katana and sheath.


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Things were beginning to get troublesome. No sooner had Aurora and Taiyo dispatched some of the attackers than even more moved in on them. A burst of smoke prefaced the vanishing act, and before Aurora could muster her senses they were upon her and the priestess. Chains exploded outward and curled around Taiyo, but before Aurora could provide any assistance the two spear wielders reappeared and came crashing down upon her. She raised her staff in time to keep the sharpened tips away from her, but the shock and the weight still forced her to one knee. Seizing upon their momentary advantage, the assassins struck her with simultaneous kicks.

 

The wind was knocked from Aurora's lungs and she wasn't quite sure if a bone was cracked or not, and even as she recovered her attackers were preparing to kick her again. But it was quite foolish to ever assume a trained monk was truly vulnerable. As they lifted their legs back and shifted their balance, Aurora twisted and spun her staff about to fully deflect the spear tips resting upon it. The momentum from the motion carried one of her hands to the floor that she pivoted on, sweeping her legs around and upending the balance of both opponents. As they fell to the floor, Aurora turned her attention to the two assassins tending to the ones she and the priestess had incapacitated. Normally, she was not one to interrupt the restoration of others, but this time she feared she would be making an exception. From her position on the floor, she coiled her legs, willed her Chi into the muscles to empower them, and with a sudden burst she leaped from her crouch into the air. By the time the spellcaster looked up, her vision was already filled with Aurora's knee as the force of her jump carried it into her skull! The impact sent the woman flying with such force that she knocked the room's door off of its hinges with a mighty crash and sailed with it into the hallway. She would not be moving again without help for some time.

 

Her initial target dispatched, Aurora turned her attention toward the other healer. Her focus primed itself. She'd been careless earlier; this time, she was watching and waiting for any sneak attacks...


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"So you like fire," the Assassin teasingly stated. "I like fire too."

Suspended in the air and enravelled in chains, there was little the Goddess could do to stop the blade from puncturing her side. There was sharp pain, and her teeth grit themselves into a grimace that betrayed how the blade felt. It dug cruelly, and it dug deep, to any who held any sort of logic would assume that the grimace she held would be a result of it.

Yet this was far from the truth.

The twisted scowl on her lips was the result of fear, not pain. If they could conjure chains like this, it was quite likely that they would know an insidious spell to seal her away, if they found out what she was. They had pierced her shell with a blade, it was only a matter of time before certain troubling things would come to view. Tightly shutting her eyes, the wee Goddess concentrated and tried to bring her thoughts together vainly. Whatever she had to do, it must be done quickly. Above it all, she was going to do what was necessary.

Her eyes then opened, and instead the crystalline eyes of blue, the Assassin would see harrowing pits of black. There would be nothing but silence then, even while Aurora kicked a witch through a door, there would be a revelation for the Assassin. It was not crimson and iron that ran down the length of the blade which pierced the Priestess' side. It was bright, blindingly so. As if she had pierced the side of the sun. Liquid, searingly hot fire traced towards her hand, and forced her to remove the blade from Tiazu's side, and at the moment this occurred, Tiazu sprang into action before she could utter a single word of warning.

Warning that the girl bound in chains wasn't human, or perhaps wasn't even a mortal.

A split second was all it took, as in an instant, the Goddess' arm shed its shell, and what came to view was as shocking as it were destructive. For a brief moment, it seemed as if the incognito Priestess' arm was made of white hot fire. Against the chains came a heat so terrible, that her arm instantly sliced through the chains themselves, and the arm shot outward and wrapped their fingertips about the throat of the Assassin who had stabbed her. What was a scream quickly silenced undernearh the acrid stretch of burning flesh as flesh instantly began to melt and burn to ash.

For her taunt, the Assassin would be left alive to die a slower, suffocating death as the shattered chains fell about the Goddess, and she returned to standing on the floor once again. While the one who stabbed her collapsed and desperately rasped for breath that was never to come, and calmly, as the arm returned to normal, without a sleeve of course, Tiazu notched another arrow to her ear as the bow retook shape in her hand. With unquestionable fury, she unleashed the arrow upon another witch.

This one would not be allowed to die slowly, as the arrow punched through her neck, and left a burnt hole where her windpipe would have been. Leaving the Witch with little else to do but to collapse to the earth. Dead long before she landed upon it.

The arrow however, travelled forward and into the wall once again. This time erupting with destructive force right behind the group of would-be assassins. Hopefully, the burning heat and flying shrapnel would be enough to wound one or two of them, or at least slow them down enough for the Goddess to draw upon another arrow and finish them off.

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Having retrieved her things, she sheathes her blade and walks out into the hallway. However, not long after leaving her room, she was caught in a drive-by and hit by a runaway assassin, with the collision sending her crashing onto the ground. Already angry after the last encounter, her blood was now boiling in rage. Getting up, she stalked over to where the assassin laid to get a better look at the one that hit her. Stopping in front of her, she looked down, her eyes meeting with the assassins.

 

Not giving the assassin on the floor the light of day, Tama quickly drew her blade and, putting in more force then usual, cleaved the woman's head right from her shoulders. "Like weeds..." she snarled after the deed was done. After taking a moment to breathe, she looked down to inspect her blade, making sure there wasn't too much damage to it after cleaving through the assassins spinal column. Once she confirmed that it was fine, she turned around and glared in the direction the bitch came from.

 

Stomping towards the room, she went to peer into the room.....However, like before, just as she was about to, something happened once more. This time, something hit the wall and an explosion followed suite with not only shrapnel flying everywhere but an intense heat that probably would've turned into fried Kitsune. With the flying assassin and now this, she was beyond pissed. Intent on finding the one responsible, she headed into the room, finding a number of assassins along with a woman monk and one that looked like a priestess that wielded a bow with the various corpses of more assassins.

 

Given how one had a staff and one a bow, it was obvious to see which one was responsible for the wall. As for the flying assassin....money is on the other one... Standing near the door way with her bloodied Katana drawn, Tama made her way towards one of the downed assassins. She wanted answers but that would have to wait. As the assassin she approached struggled to get back to her feet, she delivered a crushing blow to her kneecap to send the assassin back onto the ground with a shriek.

 

Instead of following that up and finishing her off immediately, Tama waited for her to begin reaching for her spear before stomping hard her wrists, just preventing her from reaching it. With a sadistic grin, she placed her foot on the assassin's throat, grinding it before twisting her Katana around and stabbing downward multiple times while intentionally avoiding a final death blow. Just before finishing her off, Tama bent down, looked her into the eyes and said, "Not fun being the helpless one, huh?" With a smirk, she then made one final stab and putting the spear wielder to rest.

 

Standing up, she rested her blade on her shoulder and glanced at the other down assassin. "Now then...." She was pissed and needed to blow off some steam. And what better than to kill some wannabe assassins? They seem suicidal enough, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if she kept killing them some more considering they're so eager.


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 The Hero's Journey: The Cutthroat & The Vixen, Chapter Six-C

Group A: Julius
"Who sent us," the witch asked rhetorically as her sisters moved to surround their prey. "Why Death, of course."

"And what does Death want from any of us," another asked as the witch began sucking strangely colored air or mist into her mouth, which then quickly swelled her stomach.

"Our souls," a third shreaked as the strange mist the witch had been inhaling began taking on a more humanoid form. Some bits even seemed to reach out to Julius for help before being devoured.

The witch's stomach was grotesquelly deformed now, with tiny hand prints appearing all over her belly as the souls of the newly dead clawed for freedom, but they would not have it. Instead the witch expelled the souls as tar from her mouth. Tar with eyes and teeth. Across the floor the living tar raced, pinning Julius high against the far wall and interrupting his attack.

Group A: Tama, Aurora & Tiazu
Tiazu's spell left a whole in the wall that revealed to them the severity of this attack -- mainly that they weren't the only ones. All across the city fires raged uncontrollably while people fought in the streets.

Back at the inn, the room Aurora and Tiazu shared had become an inferno. Fire was everywhere, devouring everything. Everything except the two assassins. Sharing a look, spear and blade joined forces -- and flesh.

Drinking a vial of cursed liquid, their meat, blood and bones became as water, moving towards each other and becoming one. The deformed monstrosity that remained had multiple arms, legs and heads. The flesh hulk was seven feet tall and easily retrieved the weapons still lying around as it prepared for battle with an inhuman scream.
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In a room consumed by fire and smoke, the Priestess was perfectly content. Neither thing could inflict any harm to her, yet it was not she for whom she was concerned. The other who was valiantly fighting beside her in the chaotic strife was mortal, and not immune to such heat and toxic air. While the warmth provided her comfort, undue suffering would afflict her ally. Such concern drew unto her the necessity to act, and swiftly at that.

Inward she drew a deep breadth, and as her chest rose, the flames drew towards her. As of drawn towards the Priestess, she seemed to inhale pure fire as a magical feat. Snuffing out the flames and leaving naught but charred black and glowering embers behind.

With the most immediate threat drawn unto a neutral state, her gaze focused back upon the abomination that now towered over those in the room. Abysmal eyes of black blinked just for a moment and returned to crystallized blue, just in time for a third party to join the fray. She watched on as without compassion or mercy, the Fox ended the life of the Assassin whose throat she had burned. Making the woman suffer more than she already had at the hands of the Goddess. Making her realize in consuming melancholy how cruel she had been to a mortal being.

It seemed that she had also inherited her mother's temperament.

Now however was not time to reflect upon her faults, she had to act with absolute certainty. For the Monk and the Fox were not the only beings at risk. Beyond the monstrous hulking form, there were innocent people fighting and dying in the streets that now ran red with blood and iron. In recompense for her inhumanity, she needed to remove this monstrosity of its mortal coil and assist others in need.

First however, as steel scraped acrost wooden floor, she needed to remove the monstrosity's immediate threat of weaponry. So within the blink of an eye, an arrow of white hot fire was created and drawn to her ear. Once honed in preparation, she released it upon the creature where it would pierce clean through the wrist which held the spear.

Whether or not the creature held the weapon in spite of the burning pain mattered little, ashe the arrow erupted into an explosive burst that threatened not only the monstrosity's flank with painful burns, but would remove the hand completely.


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For Julia, the adversaries in front of her just grew more despicable with every moment passed. Not only were they disrespectful to the memories of the living, they seemed to indulge on defiling the souls of the dead. A fact that is force-fed to Julia after seeing the eerie mist forming the visage of men grasping for help in front of her eyes before being devoured by the hideous witches. She was so ready to fire her most devastating attack magic at the monsters in human skin in front of her, before a torrent of black tar with eyes and teeth spews forth from the witches' mouths.

 

The incantation was finished, and the power of light is hers to control. Yet with the grotesque liquid racing towards her, Julia was forced to quickly change her magic, for she did not have the time nor the space to aim and throw her magic at her targets.

 

"Fragarach!" she exclaimed right before the tar pushed her far onto the far wall. In response to her command, the light that was gathering in her right palm coalesced to form a shield of light in front of her. As a shield, it is weak and pointless, to the point that it shattered the moment the torrent of tar went past it. The point of the magic, the retaliator, however; lies in what comes next. True to its name, as the shield shatters, the myriad shards flew at astounding speed towards Julia's aggressors, in a manner akin to a modern day shotgun. Not yet ready for such retaliation, it would seem that it is too late for at least one of the witches to defend or flee against it.



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She sat there in silence as mayhem unfold all around her, the sharpening stone slowly honing the edge of the hefty axes she slowly worked with. A loud crash briefly got her attention but as soon as she saw a feral looking kitsune at the scene, she relaxed that the situation was taken care of. Kitsunes were curious cases, most of them were very mischievous and sly but mostly harmless but once you rile them up, they had a tendency to quickly turn feral and cruel.

 

The limp looking assassin was eased of her head by the sharp blade of the Kitsune and she went from where the hapless dead one had came. Surely, they had enough numbers thought Markhala. After all, had it not been the cases, there would have been shouts of help, much like the dead boy from before had pleaded with his eyes while he clutched his open throat. Just then a thought dawned on her, 'What about the man in her dream?'

 

She knew he had retired to his quarters  for the night before graciously asking her to be his guest, certainly she could act now to repay any acts of kindness so as to avoid any pardons if her dream came about. She jumped from her table, sharpening stone fastened into the satchel that she hung around her back. With both axes in hand she marched to his room, 'surely he would have survived the onslaught if he was acting like a knight, right?' 

 

She kicked the door open as she caught glimpse of a witch collapsing. Her ax flew in a big arc before lopping of the head of a witch who seemed to spit tar. Before turning around to throw her offhand ax into the chest cavity of the other.

 

"You alright?, hooman!!" she growled looking at the pinned figure of the knight in white. The way his contours looked in brief disarray of such a rude wake up, Markhala was confused if the knight was in fact a lady knight all along? 


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With another assassin dead, there was only 2 left. If the inferno the room became wasn't irritating enough, what happened next takes things to a whole new level. The 2 remaining assassins then shared a look before sharing flesh. By that I mean they took out vials containing a strange liquid and their flesh became like water and moved towards each other, becoming one. And I don't mean in an erotic way but a gross and revolting one. Once finished this monstrosity stood 7 feet tall with multiple heads, arms and legs as it easily took in all the weapons laying about.

 

In all her experiences, this thing has to take the cake in way of disgusting sights. Without wasting anytime, the archer beat her to the punch with a red hot arrow that ended in an explosive burst. Magic Marksmanship....a mage. Explains the wall. Following her cue, she took advantage of the explosive burst and used it as cover to get closer. Approaching from down low, she swung upward, cleaving one of the monsters arms, that contained a sword, right off before changing the grip on her katana and striking downward.


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The jeering atmosphere that was there a moment ago was completely gone. Twenty assailants jumped out of nowhere and slaughter everyone on sight.
Kahn quickly grabs his knife that hung at his waist.
 
In just a few seconds corpses piled up inside the bar, all the people in it were dead, only leaving a handful of people left. Kahn, The Old Man and the Lass, The Inn Owner - Lucian Graves, the Longsword man- Devon and the Bard that claimed he was from the royal court, but judging from how he moves, he's no ordinary bard from no court.
 
Just as Kahn get his bearings together, the Bard already plunged his blade into the assassin's neck without hesitation, still nineteen assailant left.
 
The numbers are still harmful. Even though Kahn has confidence in his combat ability, but being surrounded is a whole different story.
 
Kahn binds his knife handle with a rope and throw it to one of the assailants while holding the other end of the rope. Seeing a knife being thrown at him the assailant raise his sword trying to deflect the knife. Just as it was about to connect, Kahn pulled the knife back, catch it and tore the assailant under arm artery swiftly, making a massive bleed out.
 
Seeing the assailant, who staggered due to a sudden blood loss, Kahn picks up one of the broken round tables and throw it at him. The man flew to the other side of the bar with his feet twitching. Always finish off your enemy. ( ✧ω✧)=3
 
The spurt of blood soiled Kahn's clothes and struck his cheek as well. He ended up feeling down due to its unpleasantness. Putting a frown on his mouth, he licks of the blood off his cheek. He stood back up and look at the remaining assailants, eighteen left.


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