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The Bandit King
Discussion in 'S3 Completed' started by Raid Master, Feb 11, 2018.
  1. Rubbing the shoulders of her Lover as the small grouped talked amongst themselves on how to put down the Dog known as Zeus. Vivian was more than willing to accept any fate until the talk of Prisoners and Rags was mentioned which made her speak up. Aalam spoke of personal assurance that Vivian would not leave the Mistresses side. The others could do as they wanted, be it a prisoner or food for Zeus' weapon. The woman sang a sweet tune in Lucia's ear while the others spoke on how to best the situation. And with that Ice Mage talking up a storm, it was enough to say what she wanted to her Dark Lady.

    Vivian casually looked at the others and shook her head, she knew this was gonna be a bloodbath and if they took to the tunnels, that bloodbath was gonna drown them in it. But it was none of her concern what they wanted to do with their lives. She had much more important role to fulfill! That was to help Lady Lucia in any shape or form she could. Pleased with that notion alone, the woman looked away from the others and continued her duty to the Necromancer, making sure no stress marks would run rampant over her perfect, unblemished skin.

    With everyone, or mostly everyone in accordance with how the plan was gonna go down. Her bored azure eyes drifted off only to look into the back of her Mistress and nothing more. Her thoughts were onto other things and other people.

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  2. If all the paths and possibilities exposed from before hadn't been enough, there were more to be discovered as the moment to reach a final decision came. In case none of them remembered, the clock was ticking and the minutes, passing with each argument exposed. At last, they settled on a plan devised by a person named Endilix which consisted of splitting everyone into two different teams should things go awry.

    ''Pleased to make your acquaintance,'' she responded to the red-haired male who would be acting as a temporary leader of sorts, nodding her head in full acknowledgment of the received instructions. Another newcomer to Terrasphere, just like herself. In all honesty, she found it surprising to meet some of the Aristocracy's newest members on her first mission. Taking the gravity of the situation into consideration, one would've thought only the best agents of the faction eligible for this particular request. Perhaps they were here to learn from their seniors, perhaps not. Consumed by thought as she was, she only came back to her senses when her attention was pulled by her fellow teammate's inappropriate proposal.

    ''What a lovely thought, Iván. I'm sure Endilix would be the perfect candidate for that little idea of yours. At the very least, his response is bound to be much more favorable than the one I could offer you.'' She clasped her hands in front of herself only to begin clapping at the weird scheme of her friend. Once she lowered them, she lifted her right hand to bring forward the game's menu, color leeching from her face at the notion of her next actions and the consequences they would bring. A prickling sensation ran down her spine as her finger hovered over the switch to change the pain settings to realistic instead of simulated. This should be interesting, she thought, even as the horror of a mission gone wrong writhed in her gut. Portia pressed the switch and relaxed, shifting towards the woman who proposed another route.

    ''The plan you speak of also has flaws of its own. Wasn't it mentioned earlier how easily would he be able to tell should we decide to poison his wine or his meals?'' She recalled the words Lucia had offered in regards to her own opinion, using them as a base to counter the mage's suggestion on their doing. Opposition to splitting their resources into different teams was something awaited by everyone in the hall, she believed, yet she had expected a better idea to be mentioned instead of one which amounted to the same level of risk as the one they had all agreed upon. ''Wouldn't he be able to sense the trap from the moment you step into sight with both choices in hand? And if he doesn't follow your instructions?''

    Secrets and duty to her faction were her sole motive to stand in the Bandit King's hall. The compensation for completing the King's request a mere addition to the curiosity which currently drove her.

    Vote for prisoners.​
     
  3. Lucia exhaled a sigh, nodding when Emil spoke up, Megan's plans weren't going to succeed she felt, in any sense of the word. Zeus was just too powerful, how many people had he seen die right before his eyes without being able to save then? If such a thing could break the man, he'd be dead already no doubt as a mercenary leader. She didn't have much confidence in the girl or her efforts to come up with a 'back up' plan. "Why would Zeus not kill you and let the prisoners die? He's a mercenary, not a saint, if these sorts of schemes could work on him, he would not have made it to his current level of fame." She admitted with a dry smile.

    Still though, the prisoner plan was one that worked the best it seemed. Even now she still had doubts. Why would the aristocracy approve of this? What was there to gain? Certainly they had called upon her to complete a job, but with so many secrets and no one calming her concerns, she wasn't sure if this was something they should go ahead with. It felt like a trap, felt like a scheme, one that she was a pawn in, and she certainly didn't approve of that.

    Vote for Prisoners.​
     
  4. Raid Master

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    Cycle 4

    After the group finished up their discussion, settled on a rough plan, and started to disperse for their much-needed rest, a maid quietly ran up to @Blank and whispered into her ear. It was a discrete summoning from the Bandit King. Should Blank follow the maid back into the throne room, Erasmus would gesture for her to approach him.

    You, girl, I sense strong magic from you, I need an insurance. I am old and my vigor is no longer what it used to be. You must stay here and defend me in case anything happens... it is often the most cautious of the bunch that is the most trustworthy. If you defend me, I will give you extra coins, yeah?


    Meanwhile, a group of servants are showing the rest of the group to a series of small rooms where they would be able to rest for a couple of hours. Upon entering one of these rooms, it will become apparent that they were designed for functionality. All rooms came with a small bed and a chest at the foot of the bed. The only other thing that was in these rooms was a small table next to the bed where the candle to light the room was kept.

    Get some rest now. As promised, I will dispatch a small team to escort you in the morning.


    Time: 4:38 AM
    The night was short and extremely cold, making it rather difficult for you to rest properly regardless of whether or not you logged out... if you rested at all. Before your body wake up naturally, a masculine loud voice, accompanied by an obnoxious ringing bell ripped you from your slumber. If you opened up your palm menu, you will immediately notice that your rest meter was barely above 49%, indicating that it was going to be a rough day. If you headed into the hall, the owner of the voice from earlier would run up to you and immediately catch you up on the latest situation.

    It’s the Pride, they are only 30 minutes away from the fortress now, we must prepare to intercept them once they storm the fortress.

    Put on your equipment and gather any belongings you have left and meet me at the bottom of the stairwell down the hall. There’s a team waiting for you at the secret tunnel below here, I will guide you to the jail cells.


    Location Secret Tunnel Entrance
    When you arrived at the entrance to the tunnel, there was already a group of bandits waiting to escort you. They were dressed in rags and splattered with mud to give them a prisoner look. Just then, you spotted the man from last night gesturing you to come toward him.

    Okay, follow me, you should be able to reach the main chamber where the Pride is going to come in from, those who are pretending to be a prisoner must go all the way toward the end where the prison is location. As for the rest of you, you guys will have to branch off half way to blend in with the Pride.

    Ready? Let's go.


    Once the man finished going over the plan, he and the group of bandits made their way into the tunnel with a few torches to light their path. If you choose to follow them, continue posting in this thread.

    After an extended walk, you could feel a massive tremor knocking everyone, including you, down into the ground. The rocky ceiling shook violently, resulting in some fragments breaking off and landing on the ground. Some of these rocks crushed a few unlucky bandits who couldn't roll out of the way in time.

    W-what? What's going on? OY, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!! The Primadox has been unleashed, shit, did they forget we are right under it? Okay before you ask, it's one of our exotic warbeasts, its magic resonates with these tunnels and uhh... that attracts some really nasty creatures that will be rampaging because of that magic.

    Move your asses now and kill everything in your path, got it? Not a single thing alive. We need to get to the end of the tunnel in one piece. I think the Pride has broken into the fortress already...


    While you are are navigating the trembling tunnel, you are assaulted by massive black ants that you can hardly distinguish from the shadow. What's peculiar about these creatures was the fact that their eyes were completely crystallized while their pincer is dripping with liquid glowing with an unusual mixture of white, purple, blue, and cyan. The moment they were able to feel your movement, they immediately chased after you.

    Unexpectedly, one of the bandits who was running beside you ran out of luck the moment he darted around a bend when a massive pincer burst out of the wall and popped his head clean off. Whatever magic that was causing these creatures to rampage in such a way must have been extremely potent.

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    The colored number above represents the group's progress toward reaching your destination. The action you will take can be anything that will help you achieve that goal. This includes helping the other party members run faster, killing monsters on the way, avoiding rocks, navigating, etc.

    To begin, roll in this thread and add 5 per mastery tier excluding beginner, +10 for mastered. That is how much you are contributing toward the progress track.

    Everyone has 2 posts with a max word count of 700 this cycle. Subtract 10 HP and 20 EN each time you post. Also, link your dice roll and status tracker. Lastly, keep a running tally of your party's roll at the end of the post.

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    As anticipated, Endilix's plan seemed to hold up against even the more experienced people in their party, and Endilix couldn't help but be satisfied with that result. But that aside, he wasn't exactly enjoying the plan itself. Having gotten himself all dressed up in rags, covered and mud, and kicked around a bit by the bandits, while also setting his pain sensors to realistic. Well, it sucked. Plain and simple.

    But he would not be deterred, as he walked out with the some other bandits dressed in rags and dirtied up, along with, presumably, Ivan and Portia in the same state as him. A part of him had considered simply switching to the rags when they got in place for their mission, but that just wouldn't have been realistic enough for the man. He figured if he had to live with this pain the whole way, had to feel the dirt in his shoes and the blood drying on his skin, then he'd be able to sell it better. So that's how he would go.

    He did have a dagger sitting under his waistline, bundled up inconspicuously with the baggy rags that hung off his person. That would hopefully be the ticket. He could have also kept it in his inventory, but he figured it made more sense to have everything in place, especially because he wasn't sure if weapons always spawned on one's person in the same spot when placed in the inventory. Better not to take odd risks like that. And finally, hopefully with no other argument to the contrary, he would also be carrying the poison. This he would keep in his inventory until the right time.

    And so they went. Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as Endilix would have hoped, as the chaos from some primadonnarina or some such was making their way difficult. Even more unfortunately, this was not really what Endilix was good for, being a newbie and all. But that didn't stop him from equipping his shield and trying his best, as he tried to hold the flimsy metal over his head to keep the rocks from falling on him and some other bandits.

    "I don't know that I'm going to be a lot of help in this situation. We're going to need the vets to get us through until we can split off! I'll try to shield myself and some of these other prisoner bandits as we move along!" Endilix shouted to his party, hoping that the experienced players could clear the path a lot better than his sorry ass could.


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  5. Megan rolled her eyes at the continued banter. It seemed most were not interested in her plan, not that she was surprised by this. The fact that there were several logical flaws in her plan, Megan thought that each flaw was already inherent in the original idea. At the end of the day, most of the stronger members were unwilling to put a confident foot forward allowing the party to rely on them, while the weaker seemed all but excited to be used as bait. Megan would be amused if the fury from before hadn't come frothing back. Slowly the die had been cased, and before they each stood up to head to their beds for the night, a decision had been made.

    They'd continue with the unaltered prisoner plan.

    What this meant for Megan was vague at best. Stand back, waiting and hoping the lackeys would manage to poison Zeus before pouncing on the weakened prey? Megan scoffed at the idea; there were too many holes ripe for betrayal. Who was to hold the knife, @Endilix Takagi? What was to stop him, from selling out his brethren in a last-second betrayal and watch as perfectly healthy Zeus rampaged through the lot of them. Even if he didn't plan such a deed, there was always the good chance that he'd fail. Would the others still take up arms? Or would the rest flock in, acting as a rescue squad here to spring Zeus from a trap.

    Of course, if the man did manage to hit Zeus with the blade, there were still complications yet. In his weakened state, he'd need to be dealt with; the other would likely wait for their comrades to weaken him down as much as possible before pouncing. Or even more complicated yet, they rush in, while some go to Zeus's aid, attacking the others.

    "Nggrrrrnn" Megan moaned as she rubbed her temples, there were just too many possibilities, and the only thing she was sure of was she didn't trust a single person in this room. Well besides the king, his life was apparently being threatened. He was probably the only one here with a clear motive. Which made it all the more tempting when Megan was offered a private conference with the man.

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    Megan smiled as the bandit king laid forth his plan. Not only did it get her out of working with those treacherous fools, but even allowed her an opportunity to test her powers in a much more convenient setting. The extra gold was merely an extra perk, and the possibility that should the others fail, Megan could finish the job, just made the offer even sweeter. Megan tried to bow as gracefully as she could, and though she was unable to look anything but gangly as she did so she spoke confidently, "I'll defend you to the brink of my abilities."

    An hour later she found herself in her chambers slowly falling asleep, before her eyes suddenly shot open. "I could steal the pois...ion..." the thought left her lips as she fell into a deep sleep where'd she dream of nightmares, and candy unable to act on any plan, save meeting with the King in the morning.

    [Megan moves to be the King's Bodyguard, instead of heading to the tunnels]​
     

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    A sharp look was directed toward the bandit who was leading them through the tunnels. If they couldn’t even control their own beasts of war, how, exactly, were they planning on killing a legend like Zeus if the Aristocracy hadn’t intervened. Emil sighed, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. There were so many ways in which this could go tits up, the fact that they were working with incompetent underlings only made things that much worse.

    @Endilix Takagi was slightly ahead, his shield up, baseball-sized rocks falling from above them because of the rampaging beast that was, assumedly, also above them. Emil only hoped that their plan would work, that they could kill their adversary without many injuries on their own side.

    He muttered a word of power under his breath and a plume of smoke twisted upwards from his hands. A gentle breath blew the ashen grey smoke away and there, as usual, was his tome. The red arcane marks glowed angrily as he opened the book, the writing illegible to anyone who wasn’t Emil Trevelyan. His lithe fingers were quick as they flipped through the pages, his good eye scanning, scanning, scanning until it landed on the single spell he believed would help them.

    Tome in one hand, his eyes scanned the page as he began to recite the incantation. He extended his other free hand before him, palm up. There, a tiny bead of red energy began to coalesce, sucking the heat and energy from the very air around them. A breath escaped Emil, steam rising from his lips with the soft sigh. Incantation finished, he paused for a heartbeat before gently blowing, the ball of energy scattering like a million fireflies down the tunnel.

    They attached to the walls, filling the tunnel with heat, light and fire, the flames licking at the stones and immediately incinerating any beasts that dared to try to come and attack them. Emil smirked before glancing over at @Vivian Cruz and giving a wink, the book snapping shut.

    Come, while the spell lasts. A word of caution against touching the walls, of course. I haven’t the tools to treat third-degree burns. His words were rich and cultured, smooth like button on a stove top, but there was a hint of urgency there. He pressed forward, this robe billowing out behind him as he moved.



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    Lucia could only shake her head, hearing @Endilix Takagis's words a gentle smile coming to her face as she tried to offer him some measure of consolation as they went. "I wouldn't count too much on the veterans, what is most important is applying yourself and making use of your skill to commit as much as you can to the whole. No matter how meager or how great a contribution, prioritize moving forward as one rather then making big moves alone." Lucia offered some advice in hopes that the man wouldn't get discouraged. After all, Lucia herself was prone to fits of self-loathing and frustration at her own inability despite being a veteran herself. She was simply always a bearer of bad luck, the universe seemed to have it out for her without restraint or hesitation.

    Opening her own grimoire, she made a few gestures with her hand, guessing at who would be the most useful in this situation she formed hand seals rapidly as she spoke with a tender tone as her gaze fell on Vivian. "I'll use Alice this time, everyone do be careful as she has some trouble identifying friend and foe still." Lucia spoke as she finished her gesture with a sharp palm forward causing a sudden rune to appear in her palm.

    In reaction to that gesture, the silhouette of a small girl appeared before the rune, as if slowly walking out from a tare in space where dark miasma seeped out. The small girl was cute, in a nice dress, her hair cut and well managed with an innocent bow, and even simple shoes that made her look sweet and impressionable. If one didn't realize that she had no face, she'd be an incarnation of innocence, but her head had nothing in front, no facial features outside of cheek bones and basic structures. As if it had all been buffed clean or erased. Slowly, a slit began to spread down from the girl's neck, across her chest, as if someone cut a lie down her shoulder it parted revealing teeth as the slit contorted into a grin. "Compiling data. Detecting useful Strains and sequences. Objective; Acquire necessary evolutionary biomass." The slit moved, revealing it's identity as a mouth as Alice began to advance. Her words were energetic and lively, as a little girl's should be, but her thoughts were indifferent and calculated as she advanced towards the ants.

    As she moved forward, one of her little dainty arms began to raise, slowly swelling and blanching as it rose. It would be unsightly, perhaps causing some to turn away as it swelled to bursting splattering white foaming liquid as four writhing tendrils burst from within. The tendrils squirmed violently, each one with a sharp hooked blade at the end resembling a sickle or scythe, at he base of each blade, at the end of the tentacle, there was a large sickly looking yellow eye darting around erratically to examine the battlefield. As Alice advanced into the fray, these limbs darted around, thrashing through the air, cleaving into the ants as that mouth at her chest began devouring parts here or there that were picked up by her normal arm on the other side. "I can't say she'll contribute much, but this is important for her growth." Lucia explained worried that she might not be able to support the team better then some of her other high level undead subordinates.


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    "Where did that Bitch get off to?" Vivian said with a finger on her lips. She moved in tow with the rest of the group. Action and adventure all around her, the walls closing in, the dirt and debris pounding at her face. She gave a rather disgusted look, shoving dirt and what-have-you from her cleavage as she patted herself down. This was not what she had in mind, she did not wish to be part of the Tunnel team, but she would follow her Mistress though whatever mess they got themselves into.

    With a wrinkle in her nose, she shot @Emil Trevelyan a look. The woman only slid her body up close to him, those alluring azure eyes on his the one good eye he had as he explained that the walls could be too hot for him to heal. The woman laughed and cocked her head back as it leaned into his shoulder, "With such a tongue as yours, I am sure the healing properties would work wonders. But you need not worry about me and heat, I love it hot." With a small giggle she would walk with him with a rush along with Mistress Lucia as she stopped to gather her mystical energy and unfurl her dark arts outwardly.

    The Lover summoned Alice, one of the few undead that Vivian had yet to meet properly, but was well informed ahead of time. She would let the young abomination do her thing while she sank her fingers into the back of @Endilix Takagi.

    "Hey there, Love. We have a small problem. The Bitchy Ice Witch is not with us...Perhaps she got left behind or maybe overslept? Or maybe...she is plotting against us. I mean she did fight fiercely for her plan for a reason, correct? She seems like the type if things didn't go her way, then she would do it herself no matter the cost. Perhaps she stayed back to assassinate the Bandit King? We should have disposed of her when we had the chance. But anyways, I think we should be careful just in case she turns on us. I'll let the others know."

    Vivian scampered to each individual in turn detailing that a member of the group had gone missing.


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    Endilix grunted, as sweat ran down his forehead from the heat encasing him. He was thankful in this moment that he had chosen to wear the rags instead of cooking in his metal armor. He was thankful for Emil’s magic, as it turned progress from a slog into actual progress. But they still had a long way to go it seemed.

    Endilix slammed his shield into one of the ant’s pincers, snapping it clean and causing the creature to back away from one of the other bandits being attacked. He helped the man to his feet and swung his hammer around behind him to blow the head off another ant trying to sneak up behind him. He would hold the line, no matter what. He was determined to not let this little detour hinder him. Endilix would kill Zeus if it was the last thing he did today.

    Either words of encouragement from Lucia, he felt empowered. It felt good to know that others had faith in him. But he had to do his best when he was informed by the voluptuous vixen that had thankfully otherwise kept from being a distraction for the man. Blank was gone.

    It was too late to go back. When the woman had left his side, Endilix went into a rage, smashing his hammer as hard into the ants as he could. He would do his part. He would kill Zeus, even if he was betrayed. He would do his job.


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    Emil’s magic allowed them to cover a substantial amount of ground, but it wasn’t enough. It seemed as if the tunnels went on and on. The magus said nothing, merely grit his teeth and kept pressing on. He was careful where to aim his spells as he didn’t want to fire one off and hit…whatever that thing was that was mostly clearing the way. If that a display of Black Magic, he was content to never explore it.

    A baritone chuckle came from Emil’s chest when he caught wind of Vivian’s words. I would very much like to test your tolerance for heat some other night if you are willing, Lady Vivian. His one golden eye was quick to look her over and his tongue flicked out, caressing his lower lip for a mere second before his attention returned to the task at hand. A plume of fire incinerated another crystalline ant that skittered into their path and Emil grumbled at the stench that wafted from them.

    It seems there was a traitor among us all along, he piped up in response to learning that Megan was missing. He snorted and sent another blast of fire ricocheting off the wall, ping-ponging into multiple enemies which soon were devoured by Alice in their stunned state.

    Let us hope that she gets her just rewards.



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    Lucia chuckled seeing that others were performing well, or at least being motivated. She couldn't help sighing heavily though, still bothered by the Bandit King's nature, by the Aristocracy's style. It didn't suit her, she didn't approve, this wasn't what a power struggle should have been, they shouldn't have stuck their noses in it. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it wasn't the right thing to do. She made an effort to swallow those grievances. She supported the Aristocracy, certainly, but she didn't enjoy this side she was seeing-- Perhaps in the future they might change her ways rather then forcing her hand?

    She was jogged from her thoughts at the sight of Alice swallowing more and more Ants. When others were killing them to the point that there were fresh corpses on the ground, the small girl halted her steps to swallow them as well. Eating some directly, swallowing others into her skin through bodily contact as she assimilated them. Within her somewhere she knew there were a myriad of human soldiers, there were many were-wolf styled creatures as well. Now adding Ants into Alice's amalgamation of usable parts she began to change. The sharpened sickle like blades that were once made from bone changed to a blackened carapace much like the ant's incisors and pincers, possibly even their hard shells. To support better vision, some of the yellow eyes attempted to reproduce the ant eyes to see if it helped her navigate the underground better, but found it wasn't particularly different.

    Alice was changing, that was all Lucia took away from it. She wasn't worried about slowing the group down, those fleshy tendrils were still thrashing away after all, while she wasn't making much progress, Alice was strong enough to make some even when she was distracted by her own evolutionary progress.


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    A little part of Vivian died on the inside. Shuffling around in mud and dirt, with rocks and debris hitting her face and body as they powered their way through massive ants. What was this? It felt like she was trapped in some weird black and white sci-fi movie. She could not do anything but mentally complain. When a round rock or something earth solid would come at her, she would simply lift a hand and it would fall or levitate away from her body. She rubbed the temples of her head as she moved much slower than the rest and while she attempted to use very little of her energy.

    As Alice plowed through the tunnel, Vivian decided to stay behind her because she was already a force to be reckoned with. With her clearing the tunnel and eating and devouring the large ants, Vivian shifted her arms over her bust and walked at an easy pace. The stone and dirt under her bare feet solidified as she walked, no one wanted coarse and calloused feet, above all else not Vivian. She had a reputation of being hot and sexy to keep up with. And that also meant keeping her feet nice and moisturized.

    With her arms folded, she continued to follow Alice. "Good job, honey! You are doing great!!"


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    There was no rest for Iván. He spent the short amount of time they had to get some sleep staring at the ceiling, thinking about the numerous possibilities their plan could end up with. He thought about the successes and failures, what would happen after each of them and what needed to happen to lead to either ends of the spectrum, going through thought-up contingencies for each path. The temperature wasn’t conducive to sleeping anyway.

    Soon enough, they were forced awake, those who got some sleep anyway, by a loud voice and an equally loud bell. Iván checked his palm menu quickly and verified that his rest meter suffered from his overthinking. It did not take long for Iván and his party to get ushered into the secret tunnel. Although he had, somewhat, anticipated other pretend prisoners to bolster their plan, he was still surprised at how many they were, that there looked good in their disguise, somewhat believable. Iván himself made sure to look believable in the rags, covering himself from head to toe in the same way his normal clothes did.

    Iván made sure to keep an eye on everyone, from the bandits that were accompanying them to their guide to his own party mates. This was a risky plan, which Iván already knew and believed in, but he believed more in making every risk he took calculated risks. He was just about to overthink that path as well when his thoughts were interrupted by a massive tremor that almost took him down to the floor and effectively lessened their overall party, taking out some of the bandits that weren’t lucky enough to roll out of the way of falling rocks.

    “Primadox?” Iván asked, and although their guide answered the question, he knew that the questions that would follow in his head would all be left unanswered until the party found itself in the clear, questions such as “why did the bandits have a Primadox, an exotic warbeast, at their disposal” and “why weren’t they told.” Iván hated surprises and such a thing could’ve factored in the Aristocracy’s initial planning.

    It was bad enough that something terrible was happening right above them, but now they have massive black ants to contend with. Iván kept his eyes on them, as one of them made eye contact with him. They stared at each other for a few seconds before it darted towards them. Knowing he was little to no help when it came to the physical arena, Iván stuck close to Endilix. The redhead had a shield at least. Iván had nothing but his wits. “We need to get out of here fast,” Iván called out, realizing that their decision to switch to realistic pain settings was going to complicate things if they stayed in the same path for too long. “Someone who has the means should clear a path for the rest of us.”

    He was starting to think that maybe he should’ve invested in the martial arts for this game. That or at least got himself weapons and armor prior to jumping in at the Aristocracy’s beck and call. Ah, well. It’s just a game. What’s the worst that could happen?


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      -10 HP collateral damage / -20 EN for actions


    It was an eventful day, all things considered.

    Portia had half a mind to shut the panic-tinged voices as they woke her before sunrise, jerking her head up as if her movements were controlled by someone else the moment the opposing faction's name rung in her ears. Well, her thoughts were nothing but racing by the time they brought the rags she would wear for as long as their infiltration lasted, given it didn't fail in the first place. She wiped her numb fingers over her eyes a few times, expression set in a wince as she did her best to push the feelings of exhaustion away, unsuccessful as they were. Instead of lowering her hands, she lifted them even further, to the place where her avatar's braid rested just to watch it come undone. Now she could dirty herself up and truly look the part as a prisoner.

    The warning of those who guided their numbers through the tunnels came a little too late, forcing the white-haired girl to her knees as the earth shook underneath and above the group. ''Just our luck, wouldn't you say?'' Not only did they seem to be in a rush given the incoming invasion, but they also seemed to have forgotten all about their beasts and how to control them. Were it not for the bruises spread across her pale skin and the clothes hanging loosely from her lithe frame, she would have done so as well. Some small, fragmented parts of the female recoiled at the thought of poorly executed communication. To think the Bandits could not communicate effectively and would expose their mercenaries to the incredible possibility of being crushed... Willingly or not, it didn't matter. Portia moved along with those of her group, following both Endilix and Iván from a short distance should they happen to discuss their fake backgrounds and whatnot.

    Her eyes were narrowed, ever looking to the way ahead of them as each tiny group engaged in different conversations, words of encouragement and advice were being spoken here and there, and it was only natural to hear them amongst a group who shared a common goal. A group who seemed to have lost a member, from what she was able to hear. She tore her gaze from the ground, turning the entirety of her attention to the tunnel's entrance, to the place they had all come from. Huffing audibly when the ice mage was nowhere to be found, she folded her arms across her chest and continued walking forward as the reminder of Megan's suggestion was brought to mind. ''I will go ahead and suppose she is unused to being denied by a large number of people.''

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