• 42 HP
  

  MAX 112 HP

• 70 EN
  

  MAX 151 EN

Location: C9 - Zone IX

Moving from B10 to C9
-15 EN for Take This!
-5 EN for Mobility
-10 EN for Beast Protect
-22 EN for Movement

Biting!

Biting everywhere! Underneath her skin, in her eyes, in her nose, her skin, her teeth, her brain, her heart! Luna's skin crawled and her eyes watered, her fingers twitching as she immediately launched away from where she was standing, praying to god that whatever that feeling was would go away if that strange monster of a girl couldn't see her! Her breathing was heavy, but she turned to see the Nyx assassin girl be taken down by @Ezra which made her smile.

But there was another threat. Sloth. But it seemed that @Comet was well on her way to deal with that. Sloth just needed a small push to throw her over the edge.

But Luna didn't exactly push lightly. A pillar of crimson engulfed her the minute that she gripped her staff again, her power growing exponentially by the moment. And from that crimson pillar, a figure seemed to emerge, a giant arcane fist launching itself at Sloth.

Engulfing her...

Take This! at Sloth
77 + 69 + 50(Mods) + 23(Spellcharge) - 20 = 199
Tracker / Roll
Sloth: -144 / 200 HP

 

• 64 HP
  

  MAX 98 HP

• 118 EN
  

  MAX 188 EN

Location: E9 - Zone X

Moving from F8 to E9
-5 EN for Mobility
-10 EN for Lost in Zen
-0 EN for Heartbeat, Heartbreak

He did hear her.

And as an arrow became a meteor, Cain flashed a thumbs up at @Comet , all the way from the other side of the battlefield. He was in a good mood now, his steps rhythmic, his voice clear, his flag dancing, spotless amidst the carnage. This was where he thrived, casting moonlight upon the darkest night, and even as specters emerged, possessing the corpses of dead children, familiar children, the midnight haired muse remained dauntless.

Shadowflame burned ever darker, while the remains of Youn pulled dark power out from impossible deaths, saturating the world in further darkness. Nyx appeared from nowhere, her blades scratching against Ezra’s armor, and a third, unknown child began to amass magical energy in the direction of their arcane artillery. All the while, a sanguine fog descended upon them all, the repulsive stench of rest settling over them.

But if he would falter where Shana would stand? Hah, fucking hell, there was no way he’d ever allow himself to be so weak.

A blessed arrow cut through the air, almost crippling the devourer.

A pulsating axe dug deep into the assassin, disabling her attack options.

A combo attack erased the bellringer from existence.

Arcanamancy again, huh?

The scepter of Youn within Cain’s phantom ensemble shuddered slightly at the display, but the flagbearer smiled still. As quickly as they had arrived, the trio of demons were vanquished and disabled. Envoy of Chaos she may be, but Ananth wasn’t a real monster after all. She was naught but a shadow of herself, her red, black, and white aesthetic overused and boring. The Beast may have been awoken. Their Mortality may be at hand. The next round was probably going to be all sorts of awful.

But Cain wasn’t concerned.

No. He was painting the very image of a man who wasn’t concerned.

Walking through the battlefield with his hands out, his eyes looking straight at the one eyed demon, the Flagbearer of Miracles breathed in. Out.

“Shana, give us your best healing magic and get out of here! Didn’t I tell you? Us immortals are stupidly strong, but we still don’t have enough leeway to protect you as well! So just trust in us and enjoy the show!”

He didn’t need to see her corpse at the end of this.

The Harmonic Symphony surged around Luna, an ethereal shroud that mended her scars, as Cain raised his voice, higher, brighter, a spotlight of azure within the scarlet shroud.

"Hold on tight, hold on tight!
Let me shield you from the storm
The melting flesh, the burning tears
Make you stronger than ever before.
Teach me, oh teach me
The magic that you preached.

Vive torr amora vrk
Lyrr viva tou conquieta
Aeterrno amora!"​

The impeding doom. The soul eradicating flame. In a cerulean starburst, they were all scoured, leaving naught but the light of a small, small miracle.

Cleansing Shadowflame and Certain Death from @Aalam Abungu @Luna Avalbane @Cain Darlite
12 Rhythm Expended
Single Heal @Luna Avalbane
2*25 - 20 = 30
Ordering Shana (@Skyswimsky ) to use Phoenix Roost and Run Away
Tracker / Roll
+7 Rhythm
-12 Rhythm
+5 Notes

 

• 015 HP
  

  MAX 172 HP

• 051 EN
  

  MAX 121 EN

Location: I4 - Zone VII

-25 EN from Sundering Strike
+25 HP from Phoenix Roost
-75 HP from Death March
-20 HP from Bleed

It hadn’t been enough.

Somewhere in her brain, there was a tiny voice screaming at her about using a defenseless child as a shield against a demon battering ram. Before, it was easy to ignore. This was the thick of battle, their lives were on the line, and the stupid little kid had basically done a sneak attack on her. Sure, it wasn’t a lot of damage but even now, sprawled on the ground, Ezra could feel blood pooling inside her armor.

She could taste it on the back of her tongue and as she slowly, painfully, lifted her head from the ground, she managed to spit a large wad of it on the ground. Stark red like strawberries or cherries. The color stood out bright and vibrant against the dead land beneath her ragged body. Perhaps holding onto a child and a demon while said demon went charging down the warpath hadn’t been the smartest idea.

The Death Knight blinked. For a moment, she was confused because the red haze was still there, still circling. It made the rest of the battlefield almost impossible to see. She had completely lost Luna…again and, when she turned her head in the other direction, she was met with the sight of Madison and Comet’s equally broken bodies splayed out on the ground. Her heart fell into her stomach, the spike of adrenaline manifesting as a startled cry of pain slash worry.

But they moved, at least a little, and Cain’s haunting music was still manifesting somewhere…out there. She had to hope that Luna was okay, that Cain was watching over her. Which meant she had to watch over Comet and Madison and if that meant another visit to the temple, to those creepy chanting fuck-faces that never actually appeared, then so be it.

She heaved herself up, feeling the shock of agony radiate through her system. She pushed it away, licked her bloody lips, heaved her great ax up and brought it down on Anath’s head.

Sundering Strike Against Anath
95 + 89 + 35 + 20 = 239 - 20 = 219
55 + 67 + 30 = 152
Tracker . Roll
Anath: 1681 HP // 152 CP

 

• 10 HP
  

  MAX 110 HP

• 90 EN
  

  MAX 165 EN

Location: H2 - Zone III

Moving from I2 to H2
-10 EN for Nature's Making Out With Herself

Everything was pain.

At first, the situation was fine. They killed the lazy one and disabled the psycho one. Great! Good job, everyone!

And then it wasn't fine.

There was a rush of dust, a loud, primal scream, and suddenly a set of claws in the soft flesh of her belly. And then a sharp pain that spread from her back and head, sending electricity through every fiber of her being.

Madison fell to the ground, broken. Even the thought of stirring hurt enough to make her reconsider.

She still had the strength to sigh out an F-bomb with the longest fuse.

Suck it up, Maddy. On your feet. Your friends are dying.

No. Don't wanna'.

Just get the fuck up. Lucia'll be pissed if you all die here today.

She doesn't get pissed, though.

Okay, so she'll be disappointed, then. Do you want that?

Madison shuddered, sending a fresh wave of hell rippling through her muscles. Something was definitely broken.

Get up, Madison.

And so, she did. Despite everything decidedly not being fine. The plagueslinger pushed herself up to first to her hands and knees, then paused. Deep breath. In and out. There you go. Ignore that beeping in your ear of your UI telling you it's time to take a break. No rest for the wicked, or for those who rely on her.

Slowly but surely, Madison rose to her feet, her right arm wrapped around her torso as if it were keeping her intestines from spilling out. Thankfully, her bleeding was relatively minimal compared to the other damage the scantily-clad demoness did to her body.

Madison looked around the battlefield. If she got dragged all the way over here--

And then she saw them. Ezra and Comet. Life quickly spilling out of their broken bodies from the combined attacks of Anath and Nyx.

The druidess fumbled for her corrupted playing cards. She'd need every ounce of energy she could muster to patch the two ladies up.

Her UI continued to scream at her. You're dying too.

She didn't care. Wouldn't be the first time she'd be willing to get herself killed for a friend.

But then another ping rang out. A message from Cain, sent to everyone in the party. A promise that he and Madison would revive Ezra and Comet if the two women would throw every ounce of strength they could into taking down the demoness.

And Madison froze. Cain was relying on her to survive just one more attack from Anath. The bard was thinking about the long term play. Thing was, it made perfect sense. If Madison died trying to heal the death knight and the archer, then they were probably all fucked anyway. The demoness would respond with a swipe of her hand, undo all of Maddy's fine work, and Ezra and Comet would fall anyway.

After a pause to think things over one last time, Madison closed her eyes and cast her spell, an apology unspoken on her lips.

Nature's Kiss on self
5 + 15 + 28 +4 Nature - 20 Red Fog Stuff = 32
+2 Nature Stacks
Tracker / Roll

 

• 05 HP
  

  MAX 156 HP

• 107 EN
  

  MAX 142 EN

Location: J4 - Zone 8

Moving from I3 to J4
-10 EN for action

Anath's hasty decision to get revenge on the hard-hitting woman, who once triumphantly and courageously stood her ground, proved to be devastating. The tearing of horns at her flesh burned, and Comet convulsed during the impact. She was too shocked to move. She couldn't attack either. A scorching, bone-deep pain traveled from her stomach to the rest of a numbed body. In comparison to the horned demon the tall Archer seemed a little, helpless girl. As they moved she regain focus, much to her dismay, for having to realize what was going on made Comet shriek. But that noise would soon be muffled upon their second collision. Her back slamming into a wall from behind. Anath appeared to be satisfied when letting go of her victim. Bleeding out. Facing traumatizing, dizzying pain and shakes that rendered more than simply her hands temporarily unusable.

With shriveled lungs, a tear-streaked face, and torn armor as well as flesh the pink-haired woman remained on the ground. Watched as her teammates fought back. To regain energy from such a strenuous attack. Such a demoralizing action from the relentless demon. A burning sensation remained, but adrenaline fueled by the unending fight as well as hatred for Anath continued to numb her body as if a medicine. When her vision became clear once more Comet pulled herself up. Refusing to so much as peer down at what may be of her mutilated torso. At what may be made up of bruises and gruesome wounds and humiliating look overall.

Horns penetrated armor, and skin and went deeper. Touched her weak soul. With one last attempt to prove herself the stronger one the Archer drew her bow, an arrow soon shooting through the skies, but stumbled over onto her knees shortly after. Emerald eyes glared. Hoped yet knew the situation wasn't quite in her favor as per usual. Escaping death in-game had been easy thus far. This mission would begin that dreaded, shameful count only existing to grow long after. They watched as a powerful pierce of the tip struck Anath. Though inside she knew - due to previous hits - that it would mean nothing. At least Cain had some sort of faith for the future. A plan that had her back in so quickly after death her pale skin grew whiter. It would take everything within the young woman to carry on as easily as her teammate, but it would happen. There wouldn't be a choice anyways. To defeat the demons? That's their mission to complete or die trying, she reminded herself.

Reckless Attack against Anath
32 + 98 + 25 + 25 + 15 - 20 = 175
Tracker / Roll
Target: 1856 / ???? HP

 

• 65 HP
  

  MAX 98 HP

• 103 EN
  

  MAX 188 EN

Location: G8 - Zone XI

Moving from E9 to G8
-5 EN for Mobility
-15 EN for Valkyrie Dance
-0 EN for Heartbeat, Heartbreak

He was sending them to their deaths.

He was aware of that.

He would have liked to prevent that.

But they were immortal for a reason, and he had power over life and death. So he would watch them go out with a bang and pull them back from death to fight all over again. His dominion was miracles, massacre, victory grasped with bloody hands.

So it was about time he wagered his own body, wasn’t it?

The last whispers of his song left him as Cain flourished his flagstaff, three steps akin to a ballet dance sending him away from the spatial bite of the gluttonous dragon loli. As he did, the Flagbearer smirked, turning around the face the almost-dead girl. A wink, a blown kiss, and then…

“C’mon girl, at this rate, all you’ll be eating is dirt! If you want some of this meat, how bout you try a bit harder? Your attempts so far have been absolutely slothful~!”

Ninety five health points. That was far more than what he had against that bitch Funi. He was going to die for his words one day, of course, but the midnight haired muse had no intention of letting today be that day.

…well, not like things were relaxed enough that he could spend an entire turn focused on defending himself.

A breath, another song, and his voice rang out clear through the hazy battlefield again, an elegy to the dead, promising glory eternal within the mead halls of the ring holder and immortality gained through the bard’s song and dance.

"(Kort el fes Gungnir)
(Kort el fes Gungnir)​

The flame of faith that resides in my heart
Is one that nobody can extinguish, an eternal blaze
Even if my body were to be burnt to ash
For the sake of the path I believe in, I would gladly go to hell

I have no need for tears, for my strike is unparalleled
I have steeled my resolve, I swear upon my pride
I will never lose, the fight that I fight

I will be remembered as a legend, from now to the end of time
With my resolve and my smile, I will follow my heart!"​

Harmonics melted with the arcane, a myriad of threads weaving and focusing the brilliant spell craft that Luna was already in the midst of casting. But this song wasn’t just for her.

Nay, it was a song for the dying, for the valiants that fought even now. He couldn’t promise Valhalla, but he could promise resurrection.

Live, Fight, Die.

Cain could promise that eternal cycle, at least.

Single Buff @Luna Avalbane
2*7+ 21 + 10 - 20 = 25
Multi Heal @Luna Avalbane @Cain Darlite
2*30 - 20 = 40 = 30 for Cain, 10 for Luna

Tracker / Roll
+5 Rhythm
+5 Notes

 

• 107 HP
  

  MAX 112 HP

• 40 EN
  

  MAX 151 EN

Location: C9 - Zone IX

-20 EN for Take This!
-10 EN for Beast Protect on Self
+10 HP from Cain's Heal

More fighting, more damage, never stopping. More charge, more death, more power. More power! MORE POWER!

It grew higher and higher as she built up and cast, the arcane energy flowing freely, willing itself to be unleashed in destructive waves and blasts. Her lilac energy tinting crimson as she began to lose herself to the hum of the power flowing through her veins. Even with her energy waning and fading away, she felt stronger than she'd ever been. No need to move. No need to hide. She could just blow everything away. Yes. Everything could be returned to dust underneath her power, just like Sloth.

And more power flowed into her, sucked into her staff as Cain added his own words, his own feelings, into her spell. But they were worthless. Everything was worthless now. All that mattered was raw power. More power! More of it! Destroy Anath! Destroy the forest!

Destroy the world...

A pillar of magical circles formed around her, before multiple bolts of arcane power shattered apart and rushed at Anath at high speeds, pelting her like machine gun fire. Horns and blood. Her friends! Death was coming! Death was coming!

"ANATH!" A scream, so different from her own voice, was torn from her throat. "BLEED! DIE!"

Take This! on Anath
61 + 50(Mods) + 41(Spellcharge) + 25(Buff) - 20 = 157
Tracker / Roll
Anath: 2013 / ??? HP

 

• 115 HP
  

  MAX 130 HP

• 52 EN
  

  MAX 152 EN

Location: H11 - Zone XV

Moving from G10 to H11
-20 EN for reckless action
-20 for called shot
+61(3/3) damage buff

One never got used to the feeling of magical healing it was so much different than anything else; he remembered how brad used to patch people up. His was a glow that worked from the outside and helped the body to repair itself, while Cain’s so was more of a war cry that ran the circuit of his veins. He healed faster, but that was not all he usually did it was like a booster shot in the body that drove a man forward. But Shana’s was different this was like being born again in a certain way. So different from the black flames that brought pain, as he watched his scraps close and his scars fade. Cracking his finger as he took it all in that was the stuff a nice little bit of power. Aalam watched her leave the field; he was grateful at least one of them would still be alive when this was all over; however his focus went the girl and back to the one that was wearing a human’s skin.

Scanning the field for targets, Ezra had managed to take down Nyx and was using her body as a shield. A bit of a laugh escaped him at that didn’t think that she would have been able to do that back in the first event. She was getting a bit tougher that was both a shame and a well a comfort. She might not get killed one day his shoulder still ached from time to time even though he knew there was nothing wrong with him. Gluttony was still up and causing a problem and would have to be killed his shot had missed her heart, unfortunately, however, he didn’t have time to correct that. Anath still loving to pretty and that needed to be changed, so he aimed from his behind his structure trying to get a bead as they moved across the field in and out of his line of sight. However, it was a no-go, too many people moving and Anath herself was a smaller target, he was going to have to move from cover if he was going to make this shot. So, he moved out from behind the piece of wall to get to an open area of the field. He was able to catch Comet’s shot there was a good chance that the girl might turn out to be a better shot than him and that was humbling.


There was still a job to be done, however, so he aimed Anath with a shield breaker, one of the heavier arrows that he had made to but a person down. To make sure they weren’t getting back up ever, so he drew in a breath as he held the weight of his bow. Letting go on release aiming to put it where her heart should be.

Attacking Anath with The blessed Lady can called shot
138 + 50+61+15-20 = 244
Tracker / Roll
Target: 2277 / ?? HP

 

Ba dump.

Ba dump. Ba dump. Ba dump.

Badumpbadumpbadumpbadumpbadumpbadumpbadump

It hurt. Hurt enough to pull him out of his fantasies, his delusions, his grandeur and his glory. He could feel it now, tighter than ever before, the phantasmal noose that branded his throat, sealing his words even as he desperately tried to claw out those last words.

Kill Gluttony.

But his heart was in the Envoy’s grasp, long tubes still connecting it to the rest of his body as his symphony dissolved around him. This was a mortal wound, enough to stop even an immortal’s rampage. And it hurt, hurt, hurt, a physical agony that could not be compared to pulverized legs, scorching flames, soul-rending spirit. His stomach did flips, his lungs rasped empty, his mind kept on blinking in and out, as if in a fever dream. His legs quaked, warm wetness dripping down as he lost control of his bowels.

And yet, he did not collapse.

Did not falter.

Clenched his teeth, ignored the agony and humiliation, and grasped on, with the ferocity of a dead man no longer beholden to matters of life or death.

Flagbearer. Slaughterer. Daughter.

It pounded in his skull like a war beat as his two hands grasped upon the Envoy’s bloodied wrist, his eyes still smouldering, smouldering with those inhuman embers. The eyes of a savage, violence and tenacity swirling in an eternal struggle against the world itself. And even as reality broke, even as everything was reconstructed, Cain did not fall.

He held on, smiling through bloodied teeth, and stared into the heart of subnatural darkness.

What was he here for?

This was what he was here for.

“I…REFUSE!”

To herald the beginning of the counterattack, to bring light upon this wretched, dejected world.

With bloodied hands, he tore his heart out of Anath’s hand, sanguine droplets baptizing him as he raised it skywards. Offer it, offer it, offer it! And if the heart isn’t enough, then…

“Give me love, give me light, GIVE ME LIFE!”

Azure converged upon the darkest reality, as ten thousand spirits burst out from the ground, a phantasmal orchestra that raised their voices in a glorious battle cry. A Goddess of Machinery, a Goddess of the Sword, a Goddess of Thorns and Light, a Goddess of Golden Ideals, a Goddess of Small Miracles. Higher and higher, fireworks bursting into cerulean brilliance to overlay the cursed surreality that would beat them back over and over again.

A warrior fought evil, but a muse brought hope. Even as the Envoy of Chaos’s realm rejected it, his Symphony, his history, rang clear as a clarion call, crescendoing to the moon and the stars. Dread, despair, fear did not befit a finale. For something like this, only the most beautiful stages could be presented.

“I declareth myself Cain, Flagbearer of Miracles, Blessed by Humanity and Divinity Alike, and offer myself wholly! This fight is not lost! This reality is not lost! Chase back the darkness, save every lost soul, and cement your status as heroes! We are immortals that understand mortality, legends that know weakness! And even shackled with regrets, obligations, fears, afflictions, we still stand!”

This voice was not just for his allies, not just for himself. This was for all those down-trodden individuals who had forgotten what it was to dream.

“Look upwards and remember again! What you must do to carve out a happy ending! Rise and FIGHT! Against Chaos, against Fear, against Death!”

And, bloodied as he was, Cain’s index finger extended, towards the sky.

“Welcome to the finale, the Astrasphere!”

The sky that was no longer consumed by a Black Sun.

The sky that was drowning in a million stars, sparkling like the frozen tears of a forgotten God.

One by one, those stars fell, lines of transient light, each of them carrying a dream, a hope, a wish.

Each of them a piece of a miracle.

…

The Flagbearer smiled, eyes locking onto the omnipresent Anath.
Ursa. Eldhi. Magi. Seigi. Youn.
“Time to wake up, girl.”

Revive @Comet
27 + 36 = 63 [Success]
Heroic Speech
21 + 18 + ??? = 39 + ??? [Success?]
Tracker / Roll

 

It was supposed to be fun.

A nice little afternoon jaunt into the woods to deal with some cultists. A way for the girls to bond with one another. Something to make Ezra and Luna hate her a little less. Disrupt a ritual, murk some robes, maybe slaughter a devil or two. Back to Honeyhome in time for dinner and drinks.

It was supposed to be fun.

Now, one of them was dead, and it was all her fault.

The plagueslinger didn't care about all the shit happening around her. Reality torn asunder, Anath's true form revealed, Cain getting his heart ripped out of his chest yet inexplicably not dying--none of it mattered.

They were so close--so fucking CLOSE--and in her moment of selfishness, Madison chose to heal herself. And as she was preparing a second spell to patch Ezra's wounds, the Death Knight succumbed to them.

The buzzing in Maddy's ears drowned out the chaos around her as reality itself continued to warp and tear. She couldn't hear her own terrified screams, nor the bard's words as he rebuked the demoness that threatened to consume them all. All she could focus on was the body of Ezra, lying on the ashen earth, her armor covered in blood and pitch-black holes.

She let the knight down. She failed Ezra.

No no no no no no

Madison knelt down, her fingers shaking as she fumbled around for her deck of cards. Giving them a quick in-hand shuffle to charged them with mana, she nearly dropped the deck a couple times. Her movements were erratic and sloppy as she was further consumed with guilt over the woman's death.

no no no oh gods no no no no nonononononoohgodsplease

One by one, she began flipping cards from the top of the deck. Three of Clubs. Nine of Hearts. Jack of Spades. Something, anything to try and help her friend as she grew colder with each passing second.

Eight of Spades. Three of Hearts.

This always happened whenever Madison made friends, wasn't it? Desperate for their attention and appreciation, the sense of worth they gave her... She'd always end up pushing them away, or getting them hurt.

Queen of Spades. Three of Diamonds. Queen of Clubs.

The assembled full house began to glow, thrumming with an emerald energy that should not have existed where they were.

"Come on come on come on," she hissed through teeth that would soon crack from the strain of he clenched jaw. Her blue eyes scanned every inch of Ezra, looking for a sign of life. She didn't dare breathe, she didn't dare move. Nothing to interrupt the spell she cast.

The ping came ten seconds later, crimson letters in the corner of her vision.

REVIVE FAILED
​

Madison didn't react at first. She remained perfectly still, staring at the message that floated before her, taunting her. Her brain processing it, but still refusing to believe it. The message blinked once and reappeared.

REVIVE FAILED

AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT

WAY TO GO, YOU FUCKED UP AGAIN LOL
​

And to think, this was supposed to be for fun.

Fresh streams of hot tears trickled down her cheeks. A primal, broken cry filled the air, almost as powerful as Anath's own. The glow of her mana disappeared from the cards as the witch threw herself on top of Ezra's body, wrapping her hands around her and lifting her into her lap, squeezing her tightly.

I'm so sorry. The words were on her lips, but she couldn't find the energy to whisper them. I'm so sorry, Ezra.

Light trickled out from the druidess's fingertips. Green light, soft at first, that seemed to diffuse into the death knight's body. Pure, unaltered mana, untouched by a focus and fueled by raw emotion. A last, desperate attempt to save a life when she should've been the one to perish.

Double revive on Ezra
3 + 13 = 26 (FAILURE)
13 + 33 = 46 (SUCCESS)
Tracker / Roll 1 / Roll 2

 

The floor was cold.

Ezra could feel the chill through her armor as she lay there, spread eagle with her eyes pinched closed and her lower lip snug between her teeth. There were flashing red lights behind her eyelids and this warning beep in her ear that wouldn’t shut up. She knew what it was saying because she could hear it, the echoing thump of her heart and the beat increased tenfold. She could hear the blood rushing through her veins, her temples throbbing with an upcoming headache, the back of her throat parched from anxiety and nerves combined.

Still, she lay there. She didn’t dare look. The sickly-sweet smell of flowers was already clogging her nose and she knew, instinctually, that she was no longer on the battlefield. There was no grass here, no ominous crimson fog that hovered and swirled around them. Here, there were priests and priestesses and she Ezra could hear their faint chanting in the distance. She swallowed the stone in her throat, nearly choking on it as her fingers curled into fists. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to see the temple nor the Woman Who Waits, the ivory hood covering her features so that only that Cheshire grin peeked through.

She knew the floor was marble. A toffee color with streaks of ivory lighting that broke it up into something artistic. She knew there were four rooms on their floor and two staircases, one going up and one going down. She knew that the windows were blacked out, that the candles couldn’t be put out, and there was no escaping through the front door. There was only the Woman, standing at the podium with her gloved hands crossed before her, waiting for you to kneel and pay homage before she sent you back with her dark chuckle in your ears.

Ezra wasn’t going to move.

“Useless,” the whisper said. The Death Knight knew who it was, but she kept still, like prey caught in the headlights of a quickly moving vehicle. Frozen with fear. Maybe this fucking game would eject her before she had a heart attack. If the flashing lights, ringing, and buzzing in her ears were to tell her anything, it would be soon.

“You have to move eventually.”

No, she didn’t and no she wouldn’t.

“Humph. Well. It seems someone has come for you after all. No worries, dear Knight. You will soon stay here…forever.”

Shock forced Ezra to open her eyes, the silver lights peeking over Madison’s shoulder as she gazed off into the endless abyss. The Blight Druid was holding her and sobbing and rocking back and forth. Ezra knew she had died, had expected it when she dragged her broken, bloody body to stand and forced it to charge the child demon. But, she hadn’t expected…this.

@Madison Freebird , she croaked, her voice reminiscent of sand-paper rubbing against a stone. Is she dead? Where’s Luna? What the fuck is going on?​

Reject!
046 + 30 = 076
Tracker . Roll
PROGRESS: 076/600