(Event) Reclamation of Pride | Page 8

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Emerath had been so busy buffing his companions that he lost track of the zombies. He tried his best to keep working on his alchemy for inevitable heals, but the zombies had other plans. Emerath managed to dodge a few, but ultimately a few managed to land a few crystal claw swipes on him. He grunted as he tried to focus on the fight, but as he turned to watch the zombies get eaten, the party was just as quick at decimating the beast.

Emerath gave a cheer as he saw the beast fall, and quickly ran up to the others to assess the damage. Of all of them, he looked at @Celestine and sighed. She had been a bit too reckless it seemed, and was bleeding in a few places. But, he had remembered what she did with the potion he gave her.

So he walked up to her, and wordlessly started to mix a few things together, before holding out the bottle and before she could fight him, unceremoniously dumping it on her head. “Next time,” he said with a smirk, “drink the potion I give you, or else dumping like this will be more common. What I just dumped is an alcohol based solution with some numbing chemicals. It’ll sterilize and ease your pain, while promoting your natural healing.”

And then Emerath turned on his heels to tend to anyone else who needed help, smirking all the while.

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_____Kaede was glad the fighting was over with. Falling backwards to sit down and sigh with relief before she felt a familiar nose trying to get under her arm. Moving her arm and turning her head to see Tuski-yumi happily wagging his tail at her side. The relaxing reunion was however ruined when Tsuki-yumi seemed to pick up a scent that Kaede knew his reaction to all too well. Standing up and holding a hand open before his face to get him to sit as he impatiently wagged his tail.

_____Watching the small felis appear Kaede knew exactly what Tsuki was trying to do and for the moment Kaede could keep him calm as long as the girl stayed some distance away. Sadly such was not the case as the girl moved around the area and Tsuki no longer wanted to listen to his owner. Trying to catch him before he rushed towards Caccu Rochinell While Tsuki-Yumi was not large to most he likely was about mount size for the small girl and Kaede tried to rush after her pet to stop him.

_____Sadly if the girl was not seeing the wolf pup he would try and tackle hug her and start licking her face as he did anything smaller than he was with animal features. He was a kind hearted animal but truly needed to learn to listen when he was told to sit and wait for kaede to make sure it was ok. Reaching the girl a few moments after to restring Tsuki-yumi from further actions.

”I am so sorry, Tsuki-yumi just likes smaller creatures then him…”

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Ah... it's finally over...

The cries of the twisted and broken bandit souls ceased as their bodies collapsed for hopefully the final time. Seraphy could see their Fairy Wisps floating about as her own contracted ones flew out to mingle. Returning, Seraphy's number of spirit friends had considerably increased. Seraphy nodded with a tired smile.

"Subjugate! There, an anchor has been formed. Thank you friends, I'm sorry that----no, let's just look forward to positive things in the future, okay?"

I wish I could rest but...

Everyone was in a really bad shape. There probably was no time to set up a triage-rotation temp-hospital, so Seraphy merely looked for the most wounded person that she could see in her immediate vision.

There's one! Wait, she looks familar... what was her name...? Ah jeez... Did I ever hear it? I had my hands full with Majolica that day. OoooOOooOOoo what do I do?! Okay Seraphy! Let's just try and sound natural...

Seraphy tottered over to @Freja Sitka probably accidentally sneaking up on her.

"Um! Ms. Green Ranger! Please let me tend to your wounds!"

Ahhhh what a silly thing to call her! What the heck, me~!? Oh well let's just move on before she reacts!

"This'll only take a second! Please just stand still right there! Thank you!"

Seraphy activated investigation mode, which also activated 'Measure Soul', which was a means to gleam the nature and status of a still-living soul within its vessel.

Oh! A Red Soul! This is the first time I've seen one, so pretty~! Ah~ She seems a bit scary and tough on the outside but she's actually like a kind big sister! The soul is a red-type yes, but it's a gentle flame, like one hugging a log just before it crackles and explodes to provide some kind of substantial warmth. Oh~ I'd love to watch it for a little while longer, but I should really move on before I weird her out. Okay! Let's do this!

"Commencing Spirit Surgery!"

Seraphy nodded at one of her new Fairy Wisps. It was the soul of a bandit that had decided to join her on her adventures. Guided by a more veteran Fairy Wisp, they together performed a Life Bind, a spell which slowly but steadily bathed Freja in the gentle blue-green life energy provided by Seraphy. As the ritual continued, the worst of Freja's wounds erased. It was substantial enough that her remaining injuries would no longer bother her. And what wounds had dissipated, were actually like they had never been there at all.

"I'm really sorry! I wish I could do more for you, but there just isn't enough time for a full procedure! You should be okay now, but please, please, please, be careful! I hope you enjoyed the 'chocolates' that day! And I'm very sorry for Majolica's ruse!"

Seraphy waved as she retreated somewhere else, looking for the next most wounded person.

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So the second in command of the Lion’s Pride was a small little Felis? Color Cain unsurprised. While others blamed her for incurring the wrath of the fallen Primadox, the midnight haired muse himself was perfectly fine with it. It was a gamble, after all, to see whether or not slaying the beastmaster would mean that the Primadox was free from his control and thus would run away of its own accord, and even if it didn’t work out…well, it did work out, really. No one was particularly dead, while the bandits themselves had been more or less obliterated. Zeus and his cadre were probably having a blast in the blasted pit they were dropped into, while now, they had a whole bevy of things to search. In the face of loot and health recovery, it was clear that a democratic decision on their next plan was the last thing on the adventurers’ mind, and Cain was perfectly fine with fitting the stereotype of the loot hungry adventurer who cared not for the finer things in life. As far as he was aware, the passageway and the caves sounded like the same shit anyways. Both were unpleasant, underground-y locations that probably had lots of rocks and a dank, dewy stench that undercut the cool humidity of the air.

“Nice work,” he waved at @Seigi , “Looks like you mopped up so fast that your sidekick didn’t even have anything to do though, Sunset Sage.”

Indeed, despite the voracity of combat, it looked like more than a few adventurers had been unable to participate in the slaughter at all. Dark eyes flickered towards @Valdrada , before the sinewy man shrugged, slinging his lute over his back and peering into the rubble. He kicked a few stones, had a small laugh at how hyperactive Alphabet was, decided that Celestine was going to be fine despite being half dead and armorless, and finally, finally got a close up look of the collapsed Primadox, savaged by the might of over twenty adventurers.

The noose around his neck warned him of what would happen if he were to do something reckless. Something like singing that accursed resurrection spell here in order to give the great beast another lease in life. But it seared, and there was no way for him to justify such an action outside of boredom and self interest, so he let that thought burrow deeper into the back of his mind. This was a long way from Honeyhome, and Persephone was way cuter than the four eyed abomination. So he waited briefly, enjoying the feel of anxiety crushing his stomach and giving him a false sense of fear, before Cain backed off.

“Oh, @Grand Witch Majolica ,” he said with a teasing grin, “Thanks for your hard work!”

And as the witch unearthed rubble with her broomstick of overwhelming power, Cain snatched up the first shiny thing that glimmered in the dust and dirt. Surely this was something nice and expensive?

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Celestine stood triumphantly as the beast finally fell, holiding her bloodied head with her hand. Oww. It hurt all over. So it was, that when @Emerath Katou finally approached her concocting another somesuch, she actually felt a bit relieved. Yay!

"Thankings to you for your continue of the supporting of the great hero of the justices, Cele— EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Celestine grabbed her head with both hands, holding it tight. What was he pouring on her head?! Acid!? But he explained in short order. Of course... alcohol. The sort of thing that helps... at the cost of AGONY.

Gripping her head even tighter, she collapsed to the ground and curled up in a ball, whimpering. She shut her eyes tight as tears flowed out involuntarily, more-or-less shutting the world out along with them. When would it end...? Slowly... slowly... it was fading so darn slowly...

Just when it finally became tolerable enough to open her eyes, a familiar voice sounded beside her (@Grand Witch Majolica). Of all the times, why now.... But all of a sudden, she found a fresh, cold snowball smashed into her face. Oh thank goodness. What a heavenly cold sensation. Revenge never felt so sweet... especially on this side of it. She should give that Emerath a proper taste of justice! But hold on...

"Blech. I am getting the tired of the justice! The justice is just a lot of the pains!" She stuck a tongue out at @Seigi and followed with a sassy ‘huff.’

"What else is there to be doing the tasting of...?"

Celestine glanced around the room, looking for things of interest. Things or people. The most clear being the little Felis girl leading the group now.

@Zero

"Eeeeeee~" Cel squealed, this time in delight. As Kaede’s puppy-dog thing distracted Caccu, Celestine suddenly blasted toward the little felis leader from behind like a bullet, leaving a torrent of wind behind her. She HAD to give the thing... err... ‘person’ a cuddle! There was no getting around it!

"Cuuuuuuuute~!"

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Without much thought put into it Comet decided she'd rather search for potential treasure versus making a decision that the second in command could very well choose on her own. Though the Felis looked young trust would be placed in her hands by the pink-haired woman - and clearly many others - who would allow greediness to take over in the meantime. The beast had fallen after all, and a temporary break would be nice. She stood next to @Magdalyn and gestured towards the mess once known as the trophy wall. "I don't really mind where we go as long as the job gets done in the end. I'm think I'm gonna search for some loot if you wanna come." with curled lips and shimmering eyes she failed to mention the fact that a failed choice with negative results worried her more than anything, and that being selfish she had to try searching less she be bothered by not for the rest of the day.

She moved towards where others had begun to congregate, and on the way became reminded of her blonde savior along with an invitation of sorts to the gathering. Though the Archer would've been around to destroy the Caenis group anyways she still appreciated being notified by the woman who befriended her one day, and disappeared the next. She lifted a hand to wave while facing @Corvella's direction. "I told you I'd find you around here eventually." she teased from afar with a slightly raised voice to bring attention her way. A quick introduction seemed a nice change of pace but treasure called Comet's name. A subtle gesture of suggestion to join - but without making it an obligation - was made before the pink-haired woman decided to begin shifting around in the rubble to find particularly shiny things to add to her collection.

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Val had frozen, during the fight. There was no other way to describe what had happened.

She'd been expecting a fun, spirited fight. Like her early days spent whacking slimes about, but on a bigger scale, something grand, something that would be accompanied by a cool orchestral theme song in a movie. Like the battles that @Seigi would speak of, big and exciting and fun.

Instead, she'd been faced with- with, this. Watching the bandits and other players clash, watching them as they cut each other down, as that creature roared and thrashed about. The way the crystals rose to cover the bodies of the fallen bandits, twisting them into abominations that just never stopped screaming, melted down and reformed them into horrific minions.

Even @Cain Darlite's rousing words couldn't bring her to leap into the fray. So for the entirety of the battle, she had stayed at the back, grip on her weapons shaky as players and enemies tore into each other.

It was okay with slimes. They mostly just wobbled, and melted into little colorful puddles once she had beaten them. But people gasped in pain, people flinched, and shouted, and bled. Of course they would. She just never... never really considered that before.

So, when Caccu had outlined their choices, Valdrada's mind fixated on only one thing: that since the door had been sealed for a long time, there likely wouldn't be any bandits there. Swallowing, she stepped up and walked over to the other Felis, and said in the steadiest voice she could manage, "I think we should go through the magic door."

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“Phew. . . .” Freja staggered out of the way of the monster as its body finally crumpled from the killing blow. It was tempting to follow suit and have her butt hit the floor, her body washed less with relief and more with the sudden realization of how winded the skirmish left her, yet knowing this was but only the first stratum of obstacles to push through kept her rigid. And besides, there was no good place to sit—bodies and pieces of bodies littered the floor amidst furniture invariably shredded and wrecked, and it brought her awareness back to the gash across her side. “Better get that washed good,” she muttered to herself. “Those claws’re bound to be filthy.”

As she took the time to amateurishly patch up the wound, she heard a familiar voice call out to her, call her Ms. Green Ranger. Freja winced, albeit more out of emotional discomfort than anything physical. Only a handful of people are gonna get that. “Wh—” Turning around, she saw @Seraphy skitter up to her—and that familiar face alone was enough for Freja to relax, her face brightening. “Oh, hey! It’s the intern! Fancy seeing you here!”

As Seraphy cast a spell of healing over Freja, wisps the Yladian conjured collaborated to painlessly suture and sew shut the wounds she had sustained; even some blood that was already beginning to dry had been washed away, leaving behind just a scar where she was struck. What discomfort she once had turned, ever so slightly, into respite. Even as Seraphy apologized frantically for what meager help she gave, Freja just gave a smile. “Nah, even this is plenty. Thanks for the help, kiddo.” She would have been tempted to pat Seraphy on the head, if not for the girl scampering off to tend to other wounded.

It was tempting to join the others and get her share of the loot, but the coroner side of her conscience had was simultaneously protesting to taking from the dead, even if this was only a game. Instead, Freja took a look at the two paths that were opened now they had the main hall to themselves, weighing potential options. Offhand, the hidden passageway was the route that seemed to stick to conventional architecture and layout, and thus seemed more easy for the bandits to prepare an ambush, despite Caccu being confident to the contrary—and that wasn’t even taking into account the magically-sealed door. On the other, the was no telling what the hell was staked out in the caves, though the beast from earlier popping out of there like it was the damned Kool-Aid mascot suggested they could expect more of his kind on top of God-knows-what-else.

Freja released a sigh that was half groan. This would have been a quick and easy decision to live with if it was just her. Instead, she sauntered over to the petite Felis as she was about to be divebombed by one of the adventurers overwhelmed by her cuteness, and yet another approached, evidently sharing the same idea Freja had. “Yeah, what she said. Think you can bust that thing open for us?”

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All too soon it was over, predictably. The difficulty curve for fights with even half as many players skewed wildly in favor of pure numbers, which made for little challenge. Kijin stared down at his blade after the beast fell. Blood trickled down the edge and welled at the tip, dropping off at intervals like raindrops in a puddle.

The event was an opportunity for growth, yes, but it appeared that there were as many seedlings as there were enemies to destroy.

Would there be anything left to pilfer when the Younglings were given their due?

He heard them drag on about choosing between two paths, but elected to let the learners choose the lessons they wanted to learn.

"I may as well have a look around," he grunted, slipping past a jagged rock and down a narrower path. His eyes glowed a vibrant green color, reflective of the observation skills he employed. "Maybe I'll see something they missed."

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They escaped. Hell, Destiny wasn't sure how they did it-- later, when she recounted the event to her no-good no-show friend Crane, she swore the game had glitched-- but the moment the primadox fell, she and the horse were not under it. Even with the ice and the fighting and the sheer chaos, the fleabitten animal got them out of there. She didn't hang onto the saddle much longer than it took to make it out of range, then she slid off like a wet noodle and collapsed to her knees. The packhorse stood with its sides heaving, froth white on its lips.

As the Lions' new commanding officer called out above the crowd to the champions of the battle, the blue-eyed Yladian shakily pulled herself to her feet. Numbly, she patted her steed (that seemed like an exaggeration, since she'd barely been clinging to one side) on the neck. That was... hell, that was something. She felt like throwing up. Was that unreasonable? One thing's for sure, we're not doing that again. She had a feeling that logging out and saying hell with it still wasn't an option. Most games didn't let you save in the middle of combat, and with those double-doors locked behind them, the black-haired woman had a feeling this was a mission she was hard-locked into.

Christ, I've got to find a real weapon-- fast. She began to sort through the rubble, hoping that one of the bandits had been carrying something useful-- hell, a crossbow, a dagger, literally anything-- before they'd all gotten zombified and turned into crystalline corpses. Her exposed skin still felt like it had been scraped raw by the cold. C'mon, c'mon... Sharp eyes searching through the scene of destruction which had once been a dining hall, Destiny attempted to trigger her Hunter abilities to aid in her search. Hell, why not?

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It was a brutal fight, but even though it was nearing its end the enemy still had something up its sleeve. While Vina had still been preparing her magic for another spell after Ilya went in to attack the apelike monster once more suddenly the zombies which had already been taken down once rose up again, bile rising up in the druidess's throat as they now looked more like a mess of bones and frozen meat than even corpses. They had been mangled and beaten, but still the partially crystallized creature forced them to rise up once more to fight. It might have just been her imagination, but Vina could swear she heard them moan in suffering and agony, her face going green as her focus on her magic was lost.

It got even worse when the tormented souls actually attacked, the white-haired Felis crying out as she tried to fend off the undead that assaulted her just as the others who so far had been staying away from the frontlines got assaulted. Her staff helped her keep them at bay a little, but she still couldn't prevent splintered bone and torn limbs bashing into her, tearing her skin and letting her blood flow out while her bones cracked from the unnatural force exerted by the walking dead.

Fortunately the beast that was controlling the undead was slain not soon after its last desperate attack began, and the undead fell apart once they were no longer being forced to fight. The Felis sunk to her knees, not even exhausted so much as having trouble not vomiting as she could smell the blood and gore so clearly, and remembered the way the corpses had looked even as their fragmented bodies reached for her...

She shuddered and hugged her staff tightly, closing her eyes as she took several deep breaths, trying to shake the mental image. It was over, they were gone, their souls had passed on, they were at peace now in the afterlife and their corpses were no longer being desecrated by the apelike creature. She repeated this several times to herself, slowly managing to coerce herself into calming down and putting the experience behind herself, eventually pushing herself onto her feet with her staff as support while she looked at the monster responsible for this. She felt somewhat sad that the assault on the bandits' stronghold had immediately resulted in such a scenario, but on the other hand she couldn't deny being glad that the undead and the monster controlling them were both down and not going to rise up again.

Under normal circumstances she'd have hugged the tiny Felis who was taking charge, and she didn't feel like voting for where to go either. Others could take care of that. Instead she shook her head and regained her focus when she noticed that the red-themed girl who'd refused to rest inside any of the wagons still looked haphazard. Holding her staff close, her forehead resting against the magic tool, she began to sing softly, a gentle song which wove through the air and curled around Kaede, a faint but comforting warmth spreading through her body as her worst wounds were taken away, replaced by a happy and invigorating sensation.

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There was something sad in the felling of that mighty beast, perhaps inspired from its anger at their killing its master. A moment of sympathy could certainly be granted to it for that, albeit not long enough to truly mourn its passing. Not when it had been determined to stay an obstacle in their path.

Fastening a piece of cloth around the upper part of her arm, where a zombie had managed to rake into her with sharp nails, Alkaid grimaced against the pain. Had to be damned zombies, didn't it?

She had followed her first instinct to kick the foul creature away, but all that did was help it shuffle back to its master, leaving her with a faint throb still residing in her foot as she walked up to join a few others by Kitty Pride, their defacto leader.

As much as she wanted loot, it was best to establish order, regather their forces so that they could press on. Not that she had many doubts as to the mighty Zeus's ability to take care of himself, but she was trope savvy enough to know what role his character type tended to play in a story if left to his own devices for long.

On her way, however, she noted the injured, one of the few plusses of her magic finally kicking in. She maintained a good feel for the condition of her allies, how close they'd run themselves into trouble. Nearby there was the woman who'd dealt the finishing blow to the beast, who could still use some patching up, as well as a somewhat ghastly looking knight, both solid fighters.

Alkaid stepped toward the latter, her deck still floating around her. "Pardon me. Local HealBot here to give a personal thank you for your axe-cellent work."

Now, if she were your Renaissance style astrologer, she'd be using her deck to identify blockages and imbalances by relying on the zodiac, then prescribing medication alongside some ancient ritual, but thankfully she had it much easier. She arranged a few cards in the air, the image of the woman in front of her partially being replaced by a silhouette that glowed red to represent where the woman was damaged. Nodding, Alkaid then activated a spell that appeared to draw a teal mist-like energy from the air that drifted toward Savannah, which would then go on to accelerate her body's healing process alongside that typical tingly RPG heal feel in attempt to peel away some of the damage caused by the Shard Aura.

"Annnd there. Feeling any better?"

Alkaid paused for a moment, waiting for a response before taking her leave. Although really she didn't want to admit this was her first try with that spell...

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The beast quickly fallen as it poses no threat against the powerful legion of adventurers storming the fortress. At this rate, the battle against the bandit king would be over in no time. At least that's what she thought before. Everything seem to went in their favor except one thing, Zeus falling down the trapdoor. Was the trap aimed solely at the Pride's Leader? Either way, she can't be distracted by this. Zeus said himself that they'll regroup eventually, so he will be fine.

The sudden second-in-command girl Caccu (she didn't know that Lion's Pride has a second-in-command before) revealed that the bandits has a secret passageway, and also another way that leads underground. Since this is the bandits' territory, splitting off might be a suicide. The secret passageway is intended for the bandits, so of course it might be a shortcut, and they would not expect us going through it, except if they prepared it as a trap of course. On the other hand, the underground cave might get us faster to Zeus, but since it is underground, almost anyone can expect traps and monsters.

While Corvella was thinking amidst of people walking around trying to find any loot they can get, a familiar voice caught her attention. To the left across the room was @Comet, who she haven't seen for quite a time. "Comet!" the blonde shouted as she try to make her way towards the pink-haired archer. "When was the last time I saw you, Eastwatch?" She would love to chat more, but there's a bigger priority; the bandit king. Maybe she'll get the chance to see Comet in action later, how much she had grown after the previous battle.

Discussing their votes to determine the path they would take, Corvella opened her voice "I do think that the secret passage is the better choice, being designed for their own troops."

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Bradwynne's eyes opened very slowly, until he noticed everyone in the wagon he was riding on had no inhabitants, and they opened very wide. He then realized that he was sleeping too soundly that he was left out in the wagon. Fortunately the wagons were still intact as they were valiantly guarded by some of the players and NPCs who chose to remain. He then put on his fur hood and, while cursing his inability to always be alert for anything, he marched quickly to the only fortress that was visible from the area, which should be the bandits' headquarters.

A handful of bandits tried to halt his advance, but fortunately they were not very strong as Bradwynne dispatched them quickly with his katana. The presence of mind that he gained from continuously meditating were working wonders as he easily evaded and parried their strikes and counter them with his own. And the number of bandits that were still there were smaller than what he expected, as he saw the number of frozen bodies on the ground near the fortress that meant that the main force had already dispatched them, and so there were far less bandits here than before. He then entered the fortress, through the eerily silent entrance hall, and into the dining hall where a lot of action happened.

The former luxurious dining room had been in ruins, and Bradwynne had never in his life been satisfied with what happened here. Those bandits daring to build this place with the blood and livelihood of all the innocent villagers they pillaged and killed with the luxury fit for a noble was one of the most revolting things he had ever seen in this life. By the former opulence of this room he would even bet that the leader of the bandits was sitting on a throne fit for royalty while he was commanding his men to pillage, burn and kill. Fortunately this place was ruined, and he can't wait for it to happen in the other rooms that was built to this extent. He then saw his other comrades resting from what seemed to be a hard battle with that creature which was now lying dead on the ground. The injured people were adequately tended to by those who could heal them, except for that one person which was scrounging through what seemed to be the former trophy area of the room. Although his wounds are healed to some extent, these and his bruises could mean danger if not tended to adequately. Moreover, his clothes and armor were tattered to the extent that he would seem like a beggar scrounging for trash that could benefit him.

Materializing a first-aid kit and a set of clothes of the same color as what should be the person's former clothes from his inventory, Bradwynne moved to that person and said, "You need medical assistance? Let me tend to your wounds. And..." He then stared at the clothes of the person and then at the clothes on his arm. "If you continue wearing that, the wounds you still have that were still not yet completely healed would get infected. Let me change your clothes, since I would dare think that if you do that yourself, your wounds will re-open. You would not like to be a bleeding mess, trust me."

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Savannah had been distracted by the sudden message popping up in her peripheral vision. It was from Lucia so that meant she had to open it right away. Speed reading through the lines, she turned on the voice feature and tried to reply as quickly as she could, but she honestly wasn’t sure if her message had gone through. There had been a lot of ambient fighting noise, growling and general chaos in the world behind her. She had been so preoccupied with the message that she hadn’t seen the massive arm come from basically nowhere and sweep her off her feet. Her body went flying, only to land in a crumpled heap among zombie body parts and crystal shards.

She must’ve been knocked out for a minute or something because it was hard to recall anything after that. Instead, the first thing she was privy to was @Luna Avalbane ’s worried face clouding her vision and her voice swimming past the ringing in her ears. Slowly, she sat up, groaning from pain. With the battle adrenaline having left her, everything was magnified tenfold. She hurt in places where she wasn’t even sure she had had muscles before!

Ugh, yeah. I’m okay, she groaned, wincing as she slowly, gingerly, stood up. Silver eyes assessed the immediate situation and found the massive beast defeated. Good for them, of course. Attention swam toward the tiny Felis whom was trying to corral them all, but most seemed to not being paying attention and others were searching through the debris, looking for loot. She couldn’t blame them. They were in a bandit’s hideout after all. Loot was sure to be plentiful here.

Just a little winded, she finally replied, turning her attention on Luna while she cleared her throat. Quickly, her eyes scanned her, looking for any obvious injuries or broken bones. What about you? Everything okay? You were pretty amazing out there! Playfully, the Death Knight nudged her. You were super flashy, Miss Spellcaster. How’s Natiri? I lost her during all the chaos…

In glancing down to look for the feline, Savannah also scoured the area for anything important. She had heard the calls to go through the secret passage so voting to go underground, and possibly catch up to Zeus, would quickly be outvoted. Why waste her breath?

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