#yewfallen

The very last thing Lana wishes is to bully him into accompanying her the entire duration of the night. She hopes Febail will make the most of the Ethereal Ball on his own terms, and knows certainly the whole experience is as new to him as it is her. But he'd made the effort to attend in the first place, a gesture that deserves to be honored. So when Febail excuses himself, Lana puts on her most encouraging smile to see him off through a merry sea of faces.

He returns to her, in time, and when he does, she thinks to ask him if anyone has caught his attention. He is accompanied by a serving plate which he holds out to her, generously.

"What's this? When I told you to find someone sweet, I did not mean from the dessert table." Her throat trembles with laughter, the kind that warms Lana's heart and soul. The ballroom itself is sweltering enough. Too many bodies crowded in one place, the light from chandeliers bearing down on them with the force of a false sun. For once, it doesn't even cross her mind to refuse a small treat.

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The next round begins and carries with it a sense of finality. Once more, strange new spells are granted to her, a ring slid on her finger and a brief explanation of what she is capable of. Mitama spares it little mind. Her focus is already determined, eyes lingering on Henry even as the new enemies are summoned to face them.

Fix the mistake. Ensure they survive. Ensure that no one else suffers for your failings.

Her usual physic spell is not returned to her. Instead, a new spell is given, one that grabs her attention immediately. Fortify...

The go is given, and Mitama makes her move immediately. She takes a calming breath and focuses her energy, feels the spell dance within her as it gathers and, throwing her hands forward, casts.

Mitama rolls a 12. 4 Health! Henry, Soren, and Febail recover 4 health.

It does not fly as she is used to, does not seek out a target and fly to them specifically. Rather, the spell grows outwards from her, covers all allies to her team and, from what Mitama can tell, heals them all.

A stunned silence follows Mitama’s spell. All of them...perhaps she should study faith a little further than she already had when all of this had ended.

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It was a shame such a training method wasn’t available year round at Garreg Mach. Best to take advantage of fighting projections and phantoms while they were here.

Mostly here.

Soren faced a troubadour and archer with his team beside him. He squinted, able to just barely see through their opaque forms. For many of them, this wasn’t a first time fighting illusions. There was no doubt the ghost’s weapons would feel as solid as any real combat.

He didn’t have his usual tomes this fight. Instead, with the help of a borrowed Dark Seal and the fact that this wasn’t reality, he was dipping his toes into what he wouldn’t dare back home.

Soren Roll: 11, Mire hits Troubadour for -.5 HP.

Troubadour: 9.5/10, takes -.5 if the next attack hits or better. Cannot counter attack Soren.

Anima magic felt like he was bending the world around him, calling to spirits to meld elements to the will of himself and a tome. The violet darkness that shot forth from his palm felt as though it wanted to come from him, but the seal kept it from doing anything permanent to his spirit.

The hit was weak, but the mist and what seemed like corporeal slime were distracting enough to the troubadour that they weren’t able to counter.

silver round // @yewfallen, @verseandrhyme, @atypicalsenerio

“Hey! Heyyyy! You’re going to leave us a bloody mess if you stay on the side lines for too long!”

Henry greeted Soren like a grate against a chalk board, patting him on the back with a good ol’ recover spell. The light magic surged from his battering touch to Soren’s back, leaving him with a significant amount of life just waiting to sprout. And in this simple greeting, Henry smiled ominously. Must have sucked for him to be dragged onto the field back to some of the worst enemies ever devised! But hey, battles like this were always so fun, weren’t they? (Pain and misfortune of possibly losing someone aside...)

Henry rolled an 11. Healed Soren back up to 6/10 HP!

“Ahaha~ Alrighty! Everyone’s up again. Now, if you’re going to do anything wild, just make sure you come back with your head attached!” He was aching to fight but leaving Soren out cold was probably something an old version of him would do. Nowadays, he guessed warming up the tinder before tossing in the sparks was... something feasible, even for someone like him. Just had to cross his fingers and hope he didn’t just get knocked out the first round of combat, nya ha ha!

“Febail? Mitama?” 

Giving them a quick one-two glance, he gave them the okay. Not much he could do but set them off on their own wings. “You got this! Don’t be a stranger if ya need someone!”

“Oh, boy... the knights really weren’t kidding when they said that rebellion was crushed, huh.” 

Sylvain gives a low whistle as they venture forth, stepping over slabs of broken rock as he walks. Everything’s in shambles; it’s impossible to tell what this building even was back in its prime, but the cracks and burns and chips along what little manages to still stand tell enough of a story well on its way to being forgotten. 

It’s a shame; he bets it was quite a beautiful structure before battle tore it down.

“Well, since the city’s underground and everything here’s been more or less blown to pieces, I guess it’s safe enough to assume that the door we’re looking for is gonna be beneath our feet, too.” Though, if a city’s meant to be hidden, he also doesn’t doubt it’ll take a bit of work to actually unveil the door itself. What would it take—magic? A contraption? A puzzle? Perhaps a mix of all three.

“Remember to watch your step!” he calls back, then, a little quieter to the person behind him, he grins and offers a hand. “C’mon. Better to be safe than sorry, yeah?”

There seems to be no end in sight to the horrors around the village. Your party is fending off the zombies around the perimeter and searching for clues when bizarre, spider-like beasts rise up from the snow all around you. Glowing blue veins streak through their metallic bodies, and their many legs make them far faster than you’d expect of something of this size. You’ve never seen anything like this before, but you remember hearing a report of similar contraptions being spotted in western Faerghus several moons ago. You try to fight them, but your weapons bounce right off, so your only choice is to escape. Hop on the fastest horse you can get your hands on and hope it can outrun this new threat. [Grants +1 Riding]

     Andrei gasped as he faltered on the next draw of his bow, his arm dropping to dangle uselessly at his side as the arrow fell to the ground near his feet. While he had been able to be of minimal help in beating back the infected - his lack of ability to do any fatal damage wasn’t as relevant when they were actively trying to avoid killing more people than necessary - he could clearly feel his arm protesting every single movement, until now, when it finally stopped working altogether. He gritted his teeth, gripping the injured arm as he considered his options.

     The situation wasn’t that dangerous at the moment, with the Academy having sent more reinforcements to this area not an hour ago to aid in corralling the zombies, so perhaps he could stay and wait for his arm to return to some semblance of cooperation, rather than retreating fully. Just as that thought ran through his mind, however, there was a metallic rumble from the ground, and all of a sudden they were under attack once more. Giant, glowing creatures that skittered across the snow with incredible speed, quickly swatting away the efforts of the frontline fighters with their spindly, but powerful legs. It seemed that no one’s attacks were doing any damage to the creatures at all, nor were their movements impeded in the slightest.

     “This isn’t working. We’ll need to go!” After witnessing the next two fighters getting beaten effortlessly back by the beasts, Andrei called to the nearest Archer, a young man who, he had noticed with chagrin, hadn’t seemed to tire yet at all, his arrows flying with a strength that was wholly enviable, though even his powerful strikes didn’t seem to be enough to bring down the metallic-looking creatures. “The reinforcement team brought more horses; we’ll never outrun that speed on foot!” It was unlikely the steeds numbered sufficiently for each foot soldier on the team to ride alone, but it might be enough to get all of them to safety, barring any other unforeseen complications.

     The spidery creatures’ legs crunched against the snow, letting out an odd, echoing noise as they turned, zeroing in on another cluster of people standing close to where the two of them were. Sparing one last backward glance, Andrei began to head his way as quickly as he could towards where the horses were tied, the pain in his chest and arm only growing as they were jostled with the movement.

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Elincia yawned, stetching her arms skyward. She’d been in the library for hours, pouring over tomes about sword techniques. If she ever wanted to be worthy of wielding Amiti she had to learn more and prove herself.

Outside the window, the sun is already setting. She must have been here much longer than she’d already thought. The library itself had mostly emptied out and she was feeling rather lethargic. There was a shortcut to the dormitories but-- well there had been rumours.  Whispers, resonating upon dust that danced between the tomes, of a thief. One spectral and clad in armour, gone by sunrise.

Truth be told, she was a touch terrified.

Thankfully, she notices someone across the library hall. A member of the Black Eagles with golden hair scattering the faint twilight. Ah -- Febail she thought, approaching the young man.

“Pardon the intrusion, Lord Febail.” Elincia began, pleading her own voice to remain calm and stable. “Have you almost finished? I was about to head back myself but... I’ve heard some troubling rumours.and I’d prefer not to venture that way alone, but only if you’re ameniable milord”

He scans the area, the light catching the shine of the makeshift puck in Rennac's bag. He motions Priam to follow suit to go grab it. “ C'mon. ”

Stealing the puck back proves easy enough, but Febail ends up grabbing some biscuits along with it. “ Guess he's had 'em prepared to switch things out, huh? ”

A pause before Febail's stomach rumbles.

“ ...You think it'd be stupid to try it? ”

Priam didn’t find thievery to be his style, but when it was from an evident thief... well. Their truce could only be temporary, but without the puck on the ice he supposed it was fine.

“Oh, cookies?” Febail’s stomach rumbled and Priam huffed. “There is no such thing as food meant to be nibbled or merely sampled. Here.”

He took one and shoved the whole thing into his mouth in one fluid motion. He crunched it. A pause. And crunched it. And crunched it. And crunched.... and eventually it was something like sawdust, which he swallowed down without complaint. Food and negative energy did not go together.

Regret. Regret which he must suffer in silence. He didn’t say how bad it was, nor would he admit that it sat down in his stomach like a sad lump of lead. Priam could understand with utmost clarity why the biscuits could be mistaken for a puck.