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"Phoenix essence isn't going to repair someone who just had everything in their ribcage blasted out, as much as you might hope it would. Really well aimed shot, Gabe." Gabriel shudders as Charon clances at him. "You were the first to tell him that there were a million futures, Siercon. He sent her knowing there was a chance she would die, but all leaders do that, right, Masson?" Masson shrinks back. Charon chuckles. "Don't play dumb just to try to shift blame. " "Well, both dragons want to come along? Eh, to hell with it. Why not?" Charon lifts a finger, and gently floats the ragdolls of his two comrades over to him. They vanish into portals. Meanwhile, the Archangel draws his cane and rends another hole in reality. "Come along now." The dragons oblige, and step into Eschaton. Charon looks at the heroes one last time. "I ' l l b e w a i t i n g." And with that, Charon disappears. The Falconer shakes her head solemnly. "Let's get to the Hall. It's about time we ended this." QM Note: PM for Arx/Miirym will be sent soon.
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"The fact that you think I won't take care of my friends - after it was you who killed my girlfriend... Well. Bit insulting, dont'cha think?" Charon seemingly grits his teeth as he is thinking of something. "Just the dragon can go to Eschaton."
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"...Octavyn Scelin."
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"If not for the angel's, then you can disregard your own personal safety. Just know that the blood will be on your hands in the end. Besides... Who is to say I won't be protecting my own if you make the wrong choice? You are being exceptionally stubborn here. If you care about the angel's well being in the slightest, you know the choice you have to make. If you care about innocents' lives in the slightest, you know the choice you must make. Otherwise, well, the consequences are your own."
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Charon shrugs. "This time, it will be Eubric hurting itself. I can have my men stop it. I can also have them not. Your pick." "Force them back into...? What? It's unhealthy for a human to be out cold for this long, let alone an angel, and I doubt you've given them proper treatment. You think I'm just going to wake them up and tell them to get back on the front lines again after you beat them to the brink of death? They may never be the same at this point. Who knows what injuries they have? What issues? You can't just tote around a body like its luggage and expect it to be fine. If you actually care about preserving their lives, you will put it in the hands of those who can give proper treatment. Otherwise, you're just using them as blackmail." A tinge of desperation was in Charon's voice. "Hah. Nice try. You're not getting a free ride into Eschaton, especially not from me." "I hate them as much as you do. And if you think a riot is of no concern to you... Well, you can learn that the hard way. I've made myself clear enough, I think. Decide. Now."
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"I don't intend for anyone to be slaughtered, my dear. This deal prevents the most death. What reason could you possibly have for wanting to hang on to them as prisoners, if not to kill them or as leverage? Send them back home, and nobody gets hurt... Well, unless you choose to break into Eschaton, that is. So no. No names. You should be choosing the option that kills the least amount of people."
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"Not my job to spoil all of the world's secrets, Jinnipher, especially not for one of your vendettas." Charon sadly shakes his head as Siercon speaks. "Sorry. She's gone. She's a fast one, Vaermina. i couldn't muster up the intent to kill that quickly. But ask Jinnipher if that man deserved to die. All is life was was to act in servitude for whatever goal she was working for. That's not an existence worth sparing." "And how safe are they, truly, with a group such as yours? Mr. and Mrs. Cross Species Romance could snap at any time. You could meander into any conflict in this city and get them killed. And I will not have you use them as leverage against me. Listen. Here's the deal. I haven't kidnapped anyone. Not my style! But Immortalis is predicting a pretty big riot outside of Heroica Hall, and a few of your friends may end up in the crossfire. Not gonna say who. But the consequences of the riot could be... fatal. Normally, our angels use our energy sapping spell, and shovel all of the rioters back to their home while the judgment occurs. Disorder on the streets is not our thing. But I'm taking matters back into my own hands now. Give us back Glaz and Corvis, or else I'll call off my squad. The riot will go on, and whatever happens from there... Well, don't say I didn't warn you." "I will not let anyone suffer that man's fate. No one deserves that."
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"Aren't you confident? You think I didn't come here with a bargaining chip of my own, Mrs. Alderflask?"
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"No. I won't. I am disgusted right now. But I will not let you kill her." "You don't know what a Nephilim is, do you, Lind?" "Many angels do. They're puppets, pawns, tools - a mortal hexed into servitude by an angel. It is an unforgivable act, even among circles of fallen angels. And to think you would make one, Vaermina...?" "...Don't put yourself above me, Charon. I am doing what I must." "Robbing people of their free will so utterly? Hollowing them out and leaving them slaves? ...I don't know why you "must" do it, but it's not for Eschaton." Vaermina looks at Charon defiantly. "...You're wounded. Maybe you could take me. But could you take me, plus a group of heroes...?" Vaermina looks down at the ground. "Vaermina. I am sorry. I hate to say this, but... Run. Run, and run very far away, and don't come back. You are no longer welcome in Eschaton." The angel clenches her fist in frustration, trembling a bit in the rain, before launching herself into the sky.' "Now, heroes. With her sorted out... Let's talk about my two friends you have as prisoners, shall we?"
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QM Note: Yes.
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Reaching a consensus, the party chooses to make way down the alley. Moving through the purple aura, they see two figures -one familiar, one not... Vaermina holds a man's chin up with a gloved hand, whispering words coated in kindness and likely some sort of magic. The victim could only stand numbly, blank pupils staring into Vaermina's featureless visage. "You've been powerless your whole life, haven't you, Victor...?" "...Yesss." he murmurs, looking both asleep and enraptured. "But I can fix that. I've been there too, Victor. I can give you power. And it won't take much... Just a few simple favors, and that is all I ask, okay?" "A few... Simple favors. Yesss." "Good! Good... Now..." And before the party can intervene, an invisble force sends the angel and her thrall flying in opposite directions. The stranger collides with the wall, while Vaermina manages to stop herself just short of colliding with the side of the building. Both the angel and the party look around for the source of the disturbance... And he soon reveals himself, stepping out of a portal: Charon. "Vaermina." He says, fists clenched tightly, voice barely managing to sound polite. "I am... I wish you didn't... A Nephilim. You were making a Nephilim. Yes?" Vaermina doesn't respond. "A Nephilim. Vaermina... I am trying. Very. Hard here to keep my composure, Vaermina, so if you could comply with me for just a few-" The brainwashed man staggers up, and trying a makeshift knife from his pocket -cobbled from junk from alleys like these, no doubt - tries to take a swing at Charon. Charon doesn't flinch. With a flick of his wrist, Charon makes the poor soul stop in his tracks. The same invisble force that shoved him into a wall now had twisted his neck, snapping it. He fell, limp and lifeless. "You seeing this, heroes?" says Charon, the politeness in his voice now replaced by pure disgust. "Immortalis tells me not to kill. But that was not killing. That was a mercy." "Charon. You're upset, but you could never understand why-" "No. I couldn't understand. Nor do I want to understand, Vaermina."
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Gabriel nods. "I'm inclined to agree." he says, lighting up another cigar.
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"So are we currently subscribed to the theory that Immortalis is doing all of this as a test of our morality? Or is he just out to stop us? I'm thinking the latter, honestly, but some of you seem to think the former?"
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"Love is fickle, huh." says Gabriel, concealing a smirk. The crowd does not shout at Vindsval, merely electing to seethe silently, slowing down their push the slightest bit. Whether the half giant's words calmed them or their rage was simply naturally dwindling was anyone's guess. "Let's go." Fydelle leads the party through a series of claustrophobic tunnels in order to evade the crowd, far more cramped than the Colony's main passages. Eventually, they find themselves right below the Albatorss dropoff point. "...You did what you could. Now, stop Immortalis. For all of us." Fydelle opens up the atch, letting in torrents of rain. The storm was bad on Billow, but back at Eubric, it was atrocious. Wind howled through the streeets, fast enough to carve marks on some of the weaker wooden posts holding up the city's shoddier buildings, and the rain cut like razors as it descended. Rolls of thunder and strikes of lightning punctuated the storm's might. The party exits the tunnel and were finally back on Eubric's mainland, relatively safe, for now... But even then, the black clouds of the storm sill hung over them, growing in power by the second. "Normally I'd be glad to get some fresh air, but, well... Never mind. Back to Heroica Hall then, yes?" "Yes. Myself and the other veterans will get you in to Eschaton. It's in your own hands from there." The streets were all deserted, unsurprisingly. The storm had forced everyone, even the homeless and the criminals and the dealers of Eubric into any building they could find... But siffice to say, not even some buildings could survive the torrent of rain and wind. The storm obscured almost all sight, but something catches the party's eye as the walk through... A purple glow emanating from an alleyway, a path that would've been almost invisible in the storm if not for the strange aura. What will the party do?
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Just be like Immortalis, and learn all the languages he knows the hard way -books and conversation.
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Considering damage done in the field is almost always healed back, I don't think I'll be doing any number crunching.
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I could write for every single Progg in there, but that'd take too long.
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I will say Arx's interactions with Immortalis via PM and in quest have been pretty top-notch, and i look forward to what the final confrontation may bring in terms of RP.
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<I apologize for not being able to smell how many times I have had sex, unlike you and Immortalis. I intend to keep her safe, with my life if need be. I took a hit from your father. I'll take one from your grandfather, and anything else, if need be.> The Proggs listen in stunned silence, before their rage spills out. One particularly enraged crustacean shouts above everyone else. "You think you can choose what's best for us? People who just came into this colony today?! First the dragon... Now you. You're no better than that damn lizard!" The horde roars in agreement. The armored Proggs exchange nervous glances as the crowd begins to advance. "Phalanx, at attention!" What was once a simple task of keeping the rioters at bay was now a shoving match between the Proggs and their police force. Solon and Fydelle look down in shame. "I don't care what your intentions were. This is not your mess to clean up, not anymore." The Falconer speaks gravely. "Heroicans don't have a magic touch. We can't go into every situation and resolve everything and expect no backlash. This is one we - and unfortunately, they - will have to live with. Unfortunately, we aren't all "blessed" with visions of the future like Immortalis has. We have to make our choices in the now, and suffer, not necessarily fix, the consequences of what we've done." "Agreed. And we need to get you back topside. You triggered the flood to save time? Then I expect you to not waste a single second of it, or we are going through this for nothing. Stop Immortalis. Now, care to follow Fydelle?"
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"Thank you for your patronage. We apologize for raised prices. Our prospective home was recently flooded, you see, and we needed to raise prices to compensate for new arrangements." says one Toxiprogg with barely held politeness, betraying that the Progg probably knew exactly who he was talking to. "You run along now. And stay safe. The Colony is all stirred up." And the party does just that, tracing the path back to Solon and Fydelle's headquarters in order for them to be sent back topside. Sure enough, the Proggs of the colony were butting heads with the police force, some quite literally. From the narrow catwalks that led the party to Billow and back, a blockade of Armored Proggs were forced to rais ehteir shield against a horde of civilians, only one infraction away from sparking a riot. A wary Fydelle and Solon join them, looking down at the conflict from the party's perch above. "Made it out with the Veteran?" "Indeed. If you were the ones that got the heroes to me, I thank you." The Falconer glances down at the heated scene below. "Especially since it seemed to come at a cost for your people." "Proggs are no strangers to loss. We will move on." "But not easily. We took some really drastic measures to get to you. I've been biting my tongue so far, but if we took all of these losses and you still fail..." Anemos heaves a sigh. "Listen. Heroes. I think I ought to stay here. I have a homefront to keep under control. Put an end to Immortalis's reign, will you? "In the mean time, we may have to sneak the lot of you out. The public is pretty riled up, and they have a couple of good reasons."
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Masson gives a one shouldered shrug. A chill goes up Karie's spine, starting with the Empath Glass and moving up. "...Yes. I think I can."
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QM Note: I wish to clarify something about the Splattering Venom, before the next battle: It's meant to only synergize with the damage poison spurts out - in other words, if you apply a venom that gives your weapon Poison 5/Blindness, and apply Splattering Venom, only the poison 5 will splatter. "Karie's painting me a bit too nicely. I deserved what I got..."
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"...The Regret didn't cut off my arm. It was on his island, sure, but it wasn't him. It was after we killed him... Boomingham did it." Gabriel gives mental projection a whirl, not sure if Miirym would receive his thoughts. <I hope you know that the person you are trying to prove yourself to may very well be dead by the night's end. The only gifts my blood gave me was severe mental illness - that I only fixed a couple months ago - and throwing me out with the bathwater. So I can somewhat relate. But your actions will not be controlled by your blood. And that is what will define you. Play your cards right, and even if dragons are the most wretched things to exist - which they aren't, by the way - people will still see you as a "hero" or a protector or whatever the hell you want to be. My "mate", huh? Hah. Looks like someone was watching the little scene at the HQ... Or is it that obvious?> "Nothing permanent, though, but I think you'll find some of our custom brews to pack quite a punch." Toxiprogg Wares Venom 5 10 gold Deadly Venom 50 75 Plague Venom (15 damage and -1 SP per turn) 100 150 gold Splattering Venom (No inherent poisonous qualities - however, for the duration of one battle, makes all venom on the applied weapon Splatter, hitting all enemies on a successful hit.) 70 100 gold *4 in stock!*
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"If you made it this far, I expect you all to hold it together. Your infighting has more at stake than your own lives. If there is anyone at all you care about in the city, then remember stopping Immortalis is for them." "I think some of us are fighting a different battle here than others. Some of us are fighting for moral high ground. And I will go on record as saying that that struggle is pointless. I doubt Immortalis will back down because a fraction of a percent of all the people he condemned show some class. He's a big picture guy. The thing that's gonna save Eubric is handcannon bullet right between the bastard's eyes. And if I have to be the one to deliver it? So be it. And I gotta say, little dragon..." says a suspicious Gabriel, looking at Miirym. "You two have the same eyes. Funny, that." "Stick together. The Falconer is right. This infighting looks pretty selfish when you think what the people in Eubric- those relying on us - are feeling. Our mutual goal is stop Immortalis. The "how" can be decided later. But some of us have wives and children at stake here... Oh, and Arthur? We never did tell you just who removed my arm, did we...?" "Now... Onwards. There's a tunnel of sorts we should be taking, yes?" Gabriel talks in hushed tones to Jinnipher as she joins him at his side. "I have a feeling you may be right. I'll work hard to pick up the slack, darling." And so the party, now with yet another member, marches out from under the canopy of trees. "And the tunnel should be right... ah, here." says Anemos, quieted and on edge from recent arguments. Under the cover of Immortalis's storm, its reach even extending past the mainlaind, the party ducks back into the tunnels. They march through the drained passageway before they submerge themselves fully back underground, marching back into the fold of the Progg Colony. "Safe and sound, back underground... Assuming Immortalis doesn't have more men to spare. How many other significant angels do we know of, anyway?" The path they were taking led them past some different faces. Two green, noxious smelling, tentacled Proggs had set up a ramshackle little shop. "Not often we get humans down here." "Interested in buying any venom?"
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"No need to be digging a grave, puppet boy - they're not dead. Arthur chose to pull them away from the fray... At least Vindsval had the courtesy of putting the dead ones to rest. We should do the same with our "prisoners." Can't leave them behind, can't keep them with us. What option do we have besides killing them?" The Falconer returns Arthur's gaze, somewhat sternly, before responding. "Well, if you need me to break in, then I can certainly oblige. I'll have to be with the other Veterans, though, the Vlakyrie and Sand Queen especially. Combined, there's very few spells we can't weave. If the tunnel you took here is good enough to get back, then I say we get out of here and-" The Flowers of Sibyl in Arthur's hand begin to glow, and a vision is projected into the party's consciousness... They felt like bystanders, silent watchers to a play that was already scripted. ------------ A tiny white dragonling approaches his slumbering father. A couple of pokes to his tail, and the colossus awakes, heaving a yawn that could shake the earth he wanted to. "MMmph... My apologies. What is it, my child?" "I know we have our own lessons, dad, but Vorpalis was trying to show me how to fly. Y'know, 'cause he can do it and all..." "That seems like him. How did it go?" "Well, I, uh. Still... can't." The dragon whelp looks at his father expectantly. "...And?" "You're not upset?" Immortalis picks up his infantile son with one hand, and cradles him lovingly. "My boy, you will have aeons to see what this world has to offer. If you think that you and I should be discouraged by a temporary obstacle like this, well... Just relax a little. You'll figure it out soon." "Thanks, dad. I just... There's a whole big world, right?" "Right." "And I wanna see it. And I wanna be as strong as you and Vorpalis one day." The father chuckles. "You think I'm strong, my boy?" "Yeah! You fix all of the bad stuff that goes on, right? You gotta be strong to do that." Immortalis's smile fades. "...Not all of it. And I don't always fix it right. You'll learn, one day." "Will I ever get to do what you do now, dad?" Immortalis does not hesitate in the slightest. He answers, firmly. "No, Lethauros. You will not." The young dragon's excitement deflates. "What? Really? Why?" "...It is not something I would inflict upon you." The father pauses, before changing the subject. "Why don't we have a lesson or two on flying, right now?" ----- The flower's glow dies. The vision fades. "The hell? When did that happen? And why did we see it? ...Did the flowers make us see that?"
