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Crown of Dreams | Role play

Tiamat merely shook her head, a subtle gesture to assure the others she was fine. No words were needed, her calm demeanor spoke volumes.

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An hour passed in silence, and the scene had changed.

Everyone was at their posts.

The village bustled with its usual rhythm: merchants haggled over prices, children ran between stalls, and workers dragged crates through narrow alleys. No one suspected the presence of a beast lurking just beyond their sight.

For the plan to succeed, Eredna had changed. Gone were the elegant fabrics and polished boots of the upper class. Instead, he wore a coarse, slightly stained linen tunic and a pair of worn sandals. His hair had been deliberately messed up, and a smear of dirt on his cheek completed the illusion. He blended perfectly with the townspeople, like another face in the crowd.

Tiamat, Amanda, and Yushina had hidden themselves within the perimeter. Hidden from view, whether behind crates, on rooftops, or in dark niches, they maintained a clear line of sight toward Eredna. Everyone was poised, alert, and ready.

The chosen location was strategic: a narrow street below to the town's drainage system. The ground was softer, both above and below, a subtle but crucial detail. If the beast emerged, this would be the place. The finer earth made it easier to do underground movements and would facilitate the collapse if necessary.

Eredna had been instructed to act naturally, to move and speak like any other civilian. His role was to act as bait, but he couldn't afford to appear so. Every gesture, every look, had to be convincing. The success of the operation depended on it.
 
Tiamat, Amanda, and Yushina had hidden themselves within the perimeter. Hidden from view, whether behind crates, on rooftops, or in dark niches, they maintained a clear line of sight toward Eredna. Everyone was poised, alert, and ready.
"How could you fit inside that crate Tia? You're like huge! Like a dragon!" Yushina poked fun at her
 
"I could just stay in human form, child" She said, unsure if Yushina was playing or it was a serious question
 
"I was half joking becuase you still want to go with me as if we where to the same place anyway, if i were you, I could start to think a plant to figure out how re meet the others"

Amanda paused mid-bite, his words catching her off guard in the most tender way. Her eyes widened just slightly, and the faintest shimmer of emotion danced there before she looked down with a small, flustered smile tugging at her lips.

"...You really do have a way of making my heart skip, Eredna..." She set her fork down gently and folded her hands, gathering herself before meeting his eyes again, soft, steady, and full of emotion.
"I don't need a title right now. Not fiancée, not wife. Just being your woman... that's already more than I ever thought I’d be lucky enough to have."

She reached across the table, brushing her fingers against his briefly.
"I'll wait however long it takes. And if you're promising to make me the happiest lady alive... well, I suppose I’ll have to make sure you become the proudest Lord to ever walk these lands." She added with a shy, teasing smile, her cheeks still pink but glowing.
(why'd you duplicate your post?)
 
(Since i waiting in @LaserPrecision to continue the main group, i will focus on the secundary stories)

@BlackDarkness679 @Backbackback

At around six o’clock in the evening, the group move in their position, waiting for any sign, any clue that might break the silence and found the creature. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if the world itself had paused to listen. Eredna, more attuned than the others, noticed how the sunset bled across the horizon, its fading light transforming the atmosphere into something uncanny.

The buildings surrounding him seemed to shift in stature; towering higher, leaning closer though Eredna knew they had not moved. It was not the stone that grew, but himself that seemed to shrink, swallowed by the immensity of the moment. It was the peculiar sensation of being watched, the primal awareness of eyes hidden in the dark. Yet if he turned toward the shadows, there was nothing there.

The emptiness was worse than presence. The silence of the town was not natural

The Dragon queen, Tiamat and Eredna´s secretariat, Amanda move a bit their bodies, sensing the same intangible weight. The dusk was no longer a simple transition from day to night, it feel like a liminal hour where the ordinary world bent and the unseen pressed closer as the group waited
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Far away, in a quieter and more secluded place, where people remained unaware of the growing problem. Several couriers who carried vital information about what happen in the town had vanished; gone as suddenly and inexplicably as journalists who disappear after uncovering corruption of your government or when a scientist find the cure of cancer only to sundley be found in a lake with 39 bullets in his body which was inside a garbage bag, so the black and white are unaware. Days had already passed since Hisanmi and Pythia last saw Rassilon, and though neither spoke of it openly. The shadow of an incurable illness was in the thoughts of the empress

however Pythia noticed something subtle in Hisanmi. It was not in his words but in the way his eyes sometimes drifted toward Faye. There was a softness there, a flicker of recognition, as though Faye reminded him of someone long absent. To Pythia, it did not feel like the memory of a person whose whereabouts were known, but rather the ache of someone unseen for far too long; an echo of a bond severed by time, distance and problems

She wait until Faye was out the room, to do whatever the stuff her kid do in her free time, then decided to ask. Love, after all, was not only comfort but also courage; the courage to reach into another’s silence. As the saying goes, the greatest painkiller is not medicine, but the love of someone who truly sees you.

“Dear.. are you alright?” she asked, her question was not just about Hisanmi’s well-being despite him being a man ever sick; it was the reminder that even in the face of problem, there was still a hand reaching out, still a heart willing to share the burde
 
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“Dear.. are you alright?” she asked, her question was not just about Hisanmi’s well-being despite him being a man ever sick; it was the reminder that even in the face of problem, there was still a hand reaching out, still a heart willing to share the burden
"I feel like I'm wasting valuable time...." he paused, "That time... The time I could've spent looking for her..."
 
"Yoshioka's her name. She's my little sister. My beloved younger sister..." He spoke as if he's about to cry
"Ah" She said, Pythia move her head slightly

She think what to said, how could approached in this situation, after all she lack siblings, expecting her having all aswners is something wrong, Pythia is human, so this situation is alien to her, however this does mean she cannot try it

She hold one of his shoulders
"Want talk about it?"
 
"Ah" She said, Pythia move her head slightly

She think what to said, how could approached in this situation, after all she lack siblings, expecting her having all aswners is something wrong, Pythia is human, so this situation is alien to her, however this does mean she cannot try it

She hold one of his shoulders
"Want talk about it?"
"I do. And I'm tired of trying to forget about it."

Somewhere out there, she could be travelling. Somewhere out there, she could be fighting her own battles. Somewhere out there, she could suffering.

"I don't know how she'll look now that she's grown up. I don't know if she's even alive. I don't know if I will ever see her. I want to see her again. And I feel so bad, so... so bad that I'm wasting my time here with—"

He stopped himself from saying anything further. It's only been days that they've bonded, perhaps that alone mad him rethink about his original goals. But to try and keep it in only made the Vines grow inside his troubled heart. It's painful to lie.

"I need your help. Pythia, I need your help. I don't care about Rassilon or the Crown, or anything else. I want my family back. I want Yoshioka back. I want to see my mother back...."
 
At around six o’clock in the evening, the group move in their position, waiting for any sign, any clue that might break the silence and found the creature. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if the world itself had paused to listen. Eredna, more attuned than the others, noticed how the sunset bled across the horizon, its fading light transforming the atmosphere into something uncanny.

The buildings surrounding him seemed to shift in stature; towering higher, leaning closer though Eredna knew they had not moved. It was not the stone that grew, but himself that seemed to shrink, swallowed by the immensity of the moment. It was the peculiar sensation of being watched, the primal awareness of eyes hidden in the dark. Yet if he turned toward the shadows, there was nothing there.

The emptiness was worse than presence. The silence of the town was not natural

The Dragon queen, Tiamat and Eredna´s secretariat, Amanda move a bit their bodies, sensing the same intangible weight. The dusk was no longer a simple transition from day to night, it feel like a liminal hour where the ordinary world bent and the unseen pressed closer as the group waited
Eredna still walked forward, manipulating the shadows to his will a little bit to spread, yet also to come towards his presence

If this creature was capable to give such impressions, then its a good thing he asked the dragon queen help

This had to come to an end and Eredna will do it, for his people, for his village, for his dear lovely soon to be wife Amanda

He ventures more and more, readying himself for whatever he may be encountering
 
Eredna still walked forward, manipulating the shadows to his will a little bit to spread, yet also to come towards his presence

If this creature was capable to give such impressions, then its a good thing he asked the dragon queen help

This had to come to an end and Eredna will do it, for his people, for his village, for his dear lovely soon to be wife Amanda

He ventures more and more, readying himself for whatever he may be encountering
Clouds drifted across the sky like torn shrouds, but the sunlight broke through in fractured beams, , spilling pale light across the area

Above him, nestled in the twisted branches of a gnarled tree, something stirred. At first, it was only a shadow, a distortion against the pale gold light of the sunlight but as his eyes adjusted, the shape revealed itself: a mockey, hunched and still, it watching back at him

Its eyes burned crimson, raw, and unnatural. They glowed with a hunger that was not animal, but something older, something crueler. The mockey did not blink nor move. It only watched him, the way a grave watches the living, patient and inevitable.


"I do. And I'm tired of trying to forget about it."

Somewhere out there, she could be travelling. Somewhere out there, she could be fighting her own battles. Somewhere out there, she could suffering.

"I don't know how she'll look now that she's grown up. I don't know if she's even alive. I don't know if I will ever see her. I want to see her again. And I feel so bad, so... so bad that I'm wasting my time here with—"

He stopped himself from saying anything further. It's only been days that they've bonded, perhaps that alone mad him rethink about his original goals. But to try and keep it in only made the Vines grow inside his troubled heart. It's painful to lie.

"I need your help. Pythia, I need your help. I don't care about Rassilon or the Crown, or anything else. I want my family back. I want Yoshioka back. I want to see my mother back...."
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She paused, her gaze lingering on him. Pythia reached out, her hand brushing gently against his face, a gesture both tender and searching, as if trying to read the truth written in his skin

“Well then,” she whispered “let us return to the beginning. To how it all started, and to what you believe her thoughts might be now. If she still walks among the living, perhaps she is not so different from the girl you once knew; only sharpened, more focus, her heart fixed upon a single purpose.

People who have lost much do not simply forget their lives. They carry them, like shadows stitched to their souls. Unless their past was unbearable, unless they longed to bury it forever, they do not close the chapter so easily. Tell me.. do you believe she could ever close hers?"
 
She paused, her gaze lingering on him. Pythia reached out, her hand brushing gently against his face, a gesture both tender and searching, as if trying to read the truth written in his skin

“Well then,” she whispered “let us return to the beginning. To how it all started, and to what you believe her thoughts might be now. If she still walks among the living, perhaps she is not so different from the girl you once knew; only sharpened, more focus, her heart fixed upon a single purpose.

People who have lost much do not simply forget their lives. They carry them, like shadows stitched to their souls. Unless their past was unbearable, unless they longed to bury it forever, they do not close the chapter so easily. Tell me.. do you believe she could ever close hers?"
“That girl is strong. Stronger than me.” His voice wavered despite his effort to steady it.

“She was always talented. But life was never kind to me or my family. Every time she dreamed of learning magic, I told her to do it next time. Every time she wanted to study neo-technology, I told her the same thing…”
He paused, swallowing hard, and glanced at her. His eyes shone, glassy, tears gathering faster than he could stop them. “She wanted so badly to meet you. She was a fan—of you. Of Ras too…”

He couldn’t bear to let her see his face. Slowly, he turned away, shoulders tightening as his breath hitched. “But what could I have done?” His voice cracked. “How could I have known that her two idols would end up at war? How am I supposed to tell her the truth if I ever see her again?”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Tell me, Pyt…”
 
Clouds drifted across the sky like torn shrouds, but the sunlight broke through in fractured beams, , spilling pale light across the area

Above him, nestled in the twisted branches of a gnarled tree, something stirred. At first, it was only a shadow, a distortion against the pale gold light of the sunlight but as his eyes adjusted, the shape revealed itself: a mockey, hunched and still, it watching back at him

Its eyes burned crimson, raw, and unnatural. They glowed with a hunger that was not animal, but something older, something crueler. The mockey did not blink nor move. It only watched him, the way a grave watches the living, patient and inevitable.
"What is the meaning of all this? What could they be thinking about?"

Was his thoughts upon witnessing this being before his very eyes, his guard was still up and ready to defend himself, staring down against this monstruosity without fear

Eredna was giving a glare that blasts with endless darkness, like an abyss that if you stare at it, then it will stare back at you and most people, will blink against that, yet who knows if this entity can feel any type of intimidation from just a simple sight to sight of their eyes
 
“That girl is strong. Stronger than me.” His voice wavered despite his effort to steady it.

“She was always talented. But life was never kind to me or my family. Every time she dreamed of learning magic, I told her to do it next time. Every time she wanted to study neo-technology, I told her the same thing…”
He paused, swallowing hard, and glanced at her. His eyes shone, glassy, tears gathering faster than he could stop them. “She wanted so badly to meet you. She was a fan—of you. Of Ras too…”

He couldn’t bear to let her see his face. Slowly, he turned away, shoulders tightening as his breath hitched. “But what could I have done?” His voice cracked. “How could I have known that her two idols would end up at war? How am I supposed to tell her the truth if I ever see her again?”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Tell me, Pyt…”
“You speak as though you failed her” she said gently, her hand hovering near his shoulder, not quite touching now.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through him, yet it was not cruel. “Do not mistake the war of idols for the ruin of her heart. She will see the truth, and she will decide what to carry forward. You cannot shield her from pain, nor should you. Pain is the ink with which destiny writes its lines.”

She started moving as she signaled him to follow her.

"You are her brother, yes but remember, even the strongest bonds cannot cage the wings of youth. Like birds, children must one day leave the nest, and no guardian, no matter how devoted, can hold them back from the sky.

The best gift you can offer her when you meet her again is not protection, but truth. Speak to her not as a watchful guardian, nor as one who fears her choices, but as a fellow traveler who wishes only that she does not lose herself along the way. Honesty will be the bridge between you, not control.

Do you wonder why so many masters take on the role of father or brother? It is because guidance is not about command; it is about presence. A father have the wisdom while a brother strengthens with companionship. Both remind the student that they are not alone, even when the path grows dark.

So when you face her again, do not carry the weight of guilt or the shadow of war. Carry instead the simple truth of your heart. Let her see that you are not there to bind her, but to remind her of who she is, and who she can still become”

"What is the meaning of all this? What could they be thinking about?"

Was his thoughts upon witnessing this being before his very eyes, his guard was still up and ready to defend himself, staring down against this monstruosity without fear

Eredna was giving a glare that blasts with endless darkness, like an abyss that if you stare at it, then it will stare back at you and most people, will blink against that, yet who knows if this entity can feel any type of intimidation from just a simple sight to sight of their eyes
The monkey did not blink. Its crimson eyes burned like embers in the night, unyielding, unwavering, piercing into the abyss without hesitation. For the true terror of infinite darkness is not the abyss itself; it is the monsters that move within it. Shadows that slither, shapes that crawl and entities that whisper from depths unseen. The abyss is merely the stage; the actors upon it are the nightmare.

And therein lies the greater problem: an abyss of immeasurable size does not merely contain horrors; it breeds them. Within such vastness, monsters are born that do not even know of one another’s existence. They wander blind, colliding with echoes of themselves, and sometimes, they lift their gaze beyond their own abyss to glimpse what lies outside. In that moment, they discover something far worse: monsters greater than themselves, creatures that dwarf their terror, predators of predators.

The crimson-eyed monkey understood this truth. It did not fear the abyss, nor the darkness (Eredna) that stared at a thing (the Moneky) that don´t understand.

To meet the abyss without flinching was more than defiance; it was a declaration. Each unblinking glance was a blade of will, cutting through silence: I see you. I will not yield. You think me fragile, a spark trembling before your endless dark. Yet it is you who trembles, though you hide it well. For you are a protector; you clutch at what you fear to lose, treasures buried in the shadows of your own dread. That fear binds you, chains you, makes you hesitate.

But I am not bound. I am unknowable to you, a shape that cannot be measured, a presence that cannot be contained. You cannot predict me, cannot name me, cannot hold me in the cage of your understanding and that ignorance gnaws at you, doesn’t it? It makes you lesser.
 
“You speak as though you failed her” she said gently, her hand hovering near his shoulder, not quite touching now.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through him, yet it was not cruel. “Do not mistake the war of idols for the ruin of her heart. She will see the truth, and she will decide what to carry forward. You cannot shield her from pain, nor should you. Pain is the ink with which destiny writes its lines.”

She started moving as she signaled him to follow her.

"You are her brother, yes but remember, even the strongest bonds cannot cage the wings of youth. Like birds, children must one day leave the nest, and no guardian, no matter how devoted, can hold them back from the sky.

The best gift you can offer her when you meet her again is not protection, but truth. Speak to her not as a watchful guardian, nor as one who fears her choices, but as a fellow traveler who wishes only that she does not lose herself along the way. Honesty will be the bridge between you, not control.

Do you wonder why so many masters take on the role of father or brother? It is because guidance is not about command; it is about presence. A father have the wisdom while a brother strengthens with companionship. Both remind the student that they are not alone, even when the path grows dark.

So when you face her again, do not carry the weight of guilt or the shadow of war. Carry instead the simple truth of your heart. Let her see that you are not there to bind her, but to remind her of who she is, and who she can still become”
"It's not about truth, Pythia. It's not about that at all." He shook his head. Fortunately, his composure was kept. No tears didn't necessitate his lack for mercy, but indicated calmness instead.

"I know for certain that she will know the truth. She will know what it is on her own. I told you that she's far more capable than me. That didn't meant anything flowery, I meant it the way it truly is..."

Hisanmi couldn't get his eyes to look at her piercing gaze. Not yet, at least.

"But I'm worried. I'm worried about what will happen to her. I'm worried for my own sake. So many years have passed. All I've seen of her are her photos through the screen of the White Emperor. How could I ever be for her now that I'm with you? Now that... I'm with another family?"

That resolve allowed him to finally meet her eyes.

"Be in my shoes, Pythia. Imagine being in my shoes. To be a person filled with life of naught, treading the waters of despair on daily, berated ceaselessly, and yet still struggling to make ends meet.

Look at our daughter, imagine the face of a child crying now that you've left her prematurely. You've yet to tell her the truth about yourself, yet you know she'll eventually unveil it. Raw and in its purest state.

How worried must you be for her to see the full brunt of the bitterness? How worried would you be if you found out that she suffered? How could you tell me about being a 'traveler' when I could've been there to ease her pain?"
 
The monkey did not blink. Its crimson eyes burned like embers in the night, unyielding, unwavering, piercing into the abyss without hesitation. For the true terror of infinite darkness is not the abyss itself; it is the monsters that move within it. Shadows that slither, shapes that crawl and entities that whisper from depths unseen. The abyss is merely the stage; the actors upon it are the nightmare.

And therein lies the greater problem: an abyss of immeasurable size does not merely contain horrors; it breeds them. Within such vastness, monsters are born that do not even know of one another’s existence. They wander blind, colliding with echoes of themselves, and sometimes, they lift their gaze beyond their own abyss to glimpse what lies outside. In that moment, they discover something far worse: monsters greater than themselves, creatures that dwarf their terror, predators of predators.

The crimson-eyed monkey understood this truth. It did not fear the abyss, nor the darkness (Eredna) that stared at a thing (the Moneky) that don´t understand.

To meet the abyss without flinching was more than defiance; it was a declaration. Each unblinking glance was a blade of will, cutting through silence: I see you. I will not yield. You think me fragile, a spark trembling before your endless dark. Yet it is you who trembles, though you hide it well. For you are a protector; you clutch at what you fear to lose, treasures buried in the shadows of your own dread. That fear binds you, chains you, makes you hesitate.

But I am not bound. I am unknowable to you, a shape that cannot be measured, a presence that cannot be contained. You cannot predict me, cannot name me, cannot hold me in the cage of your understanding and that ignorance gnaws at you, doesn’t it? It makes you lesser.
Upon waiting in their gazing contest, Eredna stood his ground, going strong in his determination to stand up to this monkey

Although the lord of darkness does something most likely unexpected, he spreads his arms wide open, visually declaring to come against him with all its might, to pierce through the hybrid flesh, till it bled out....if it dared

"Let us see if you can show just as much as you can pose in rebellion to me, primitive that you are..."
 
Upon waiting in their gazing contest, Eredna stood his ground, going strong in his determination to stand up to this monkey

Although the lord of darkness does something most likely unexpected, he spreads his arms wide open, visually declaring to come against him with all its might, to pierce through the hybrid flesh, till it bled out....if it dared

"Let us see if you can show just as much as you can pose in rebellion to me, primitive that you are..."
The monkey open the mouth and yell at him, the land shake and scream reach far beyond the town

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"It's not about truth, Pythia. It's not about that at all." He shook his head. Fortunately, his composure was kept. No tears didn't necessitate his lack for mercy, but indicated calmness instead.

"I know for certain that she will know the truth. She will know what it is on her own. I told you that she's far more capable than me. That didn't meant anything flowery, I meant it the way it truly is..."

Hisanmi couldn't get his eyes to look at her piercing gaze. Not yet, at least.

"But I'm worried. I'm worried about what will happen to her. I'm worried for my own sake. So many years have passed. All I've seen of her are her photos through the screen of the White Emperor. How could I ever be for her now that I'm with you? Now that... I'm with another family?"

That resolve allowed him to finally meet her eyes.

"Be in my shoes, Pythia. Imagine being in my shoes. To be a person filled with life of naught, treading the waters of despair on daily, berated ceaselessly, and yet still struggling to make ends meet.

Look at our daughter, imagine the face of a child crying now that you've left her prematurely. You've yet to tell her the truth about yourself, yet you know she'll eventually unveil it. Raw and in its purest state.

How worried must you be for her to see the full brunt of the bitterness? How worried would you be if you found out that she suffered? How could you tell me about being a 'traveler' when I could've been there to ease her pain?"
"Well, in that case the best scenery is to start smaller, you know. First, let her see what happened in full view of your life after separe of her. You can’t plan every reaction, but you can soften the edges of her pain, make her response less destructive. There’s a difference between blurting out 'I betrayed you for the enemy' and carefully saying 'I chose a path that seemed impossible to explain at the time but is actually for the best of both'

She doesn’t need the enemy-versus-ally narrative. What she needs is the truth in pieces, not as a weapon but as a bridge. If she’s as capable as you say, then she’ll assemble those pieces herself and when she does, she’ll see not just bitterness, but the reasons behind it after all, the choices never are simple.

I know you worry for her, and for yourself but if you keep standing still, she’ll only inherit silence. If you move carefully, step by step, she’ll inherit understanding. That’s the difference between leaving her with wounds and leaving her with scars that can heal."

She pause, and think for a moment before continue

"Besides, I think she could understand this wasn’t something you planned. For how you talk about Yoshioka, she likely knows the difference between conquest and comprehension. Even if you chose one side, or both sides, of a war that made her life harder, she will come to see that it wasn’t for glory, nor for domination, but for understanding.

You’ve carried burdens that were never meant to be yours alone, Hisanmi and though she may feel the sting of betrayal at first, she will also recognize the quiet truth: that you sought meaning, not victory. In a sense I think both (Rass and herself) does that but in different angle.

Yoshioka is not fragile. By the way you describe her, she has endured bitterness, and she will endure more as does most people but when she sees that your choices were born of necessity, of survival, of a desperate attempt to make sense of this world, she will not condemn you. She will grieve, yes, but grief is not the same as hatred."

"and by the way," Pythia began, her tone soft but edged with a teasing little "As i said, the best thing you can do when you finally meet her is to start small. Don’t rush into the storm by telling her everything at once, especially about us. Let her see you first, let her feel that you’re still her brother before she has to wrestle with the truth of your choices.

She probably won’t like it at first. That’s natural but don’t let that frighten you. I can handle the awkwardness like the stiff family gestures, the long silences at gatherings, even the endless parties where eyes linger on me with suspicion. I’ve stood in stranger halls before, and I’ve endured colder gazes.

What matters is that she sees you trying. That she sees you reaching out, not as someone who abandoned her, but as someone who still belongs to her world. If you give her that, even in small steps, she’ll begin to understand and when the time comes to reveal the rest; about me, about us she’ll already have the foundation of trust to steady her heart."

Pythia smiled faintly, then tapped his shoulder with a light, almost playful touch. "So don’t worry, Hisanmi. I’ll carry the weight of their stares if I must. You just carry the weight of her hope."
 
The monkey open the mouth and yell at him, the land shake and scream reach far beyond the town
Yushina began to bleed profusely from it. "Owwwww!" She yelled, unable to move for a while.

"That's a cheap shot you bastard!"

Pythia smiled faintly, then tapped his shoulder with a light, almost playful touch. "So don’t worry, Hisanmi. I’ll carry the weight of their stares if I must. You just carry the weight of her hope."
HIsanmi felt strange. Parts of him both agreed and disagreed. But both knew what Pythia said was right. "I'll think about it."
 
The monkey open the mouth and yell at him, the land shake and scream reach far beyond the town

Eredna luckily managed thanks to his darkness around the area, to get away with some mild ringing in his ears, although that would temporarily distract him unfortunately from the primate till he recovers

"Ugk! You dratted beast! Good heavens, that scream..."
 
Yushina began to bleed profusely from it. "Owwwww!" She yelled, unable to move for a while.

"That's a cheap shot you bastard!"
Eredna luckily managed thanks to his darkness around the area, to get away with some mild ringing in his ears, although that would temporarily distract him unfortunately from the primate till he recovers

"Ugk! You dratted beast! Good heavens, that scream..."

As windows exploded into shards, raining down like glittering knives. Even the smallest stones scattered across the ground began to lift, trembling in midair as though gravity itself collected from the roar.

Amanda staggered, clutching her ears, her face twisted in agony. The shriek was so sharp, so merciless, that he pierced her skull like a thousand needles and now blood began to come out from her ears, staining her hands crimson.

High above where Tiamat had been hidden on the rooftop of a building which is shaken, her body tense as the scream shattered her balance, she toppled forward, crashing down from the roof and slamming into the ground below, falling from the building.

The town itself seemed to howl in response. Doors burst open, animals shrieked in terror, and the wind carried the echo far beyond the horizon.

Rotation order:
Eredna
Monkey
Yushiana (Weakned)
Amanda (Weakned)
Tiamat (Weakned)
After the second rotation
Eredna
Monkey
Amanda
Yushiana/Tiamat

Being unable to act effectively doesn’t mean you’re incapable of acting or defending yourself. What it really means is that you can’t afford to over-complicate your strategy with a lot of attacks or defenses. Instead, you only have basic attacks/defenses styles

Now, let’s talk about the speed factor. Even when you use an Amp, the rotation order itself won’t change to give you extra turns (you can sent more posts if is for speak and strategy but not attack). However, Amp makes it easier for your character to execute actions more quickly. This creates a significant advantage for faster characters who can launch attacks before slower ones have the chance to react. As a result, slower targets struggle to defend themselves effectively against quicker opponents, since they’re constantly being pressured before they can set up their own defenses or counterattacks.



HIsanmi felt strange. Parts of him both agreed and disagreed. But both knew what Pythia said was right. "I'll think about it."
"Well, that aside, what you think to do now, not about the near future, but right now?"
 
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"Well, that aside, what you think to do now, not about the near future, but right now?"
"I heard and saw from Rassilon's screen that Yoshioka is with a group. She's made friends, which... makes me happy. I want to go and meet her. I want to reunite with my family, no... Our family."

(Also, isn't Tiamat a Godspeed? She could be on top of the rotation order. Yushina can be there as well)
 
"I heard and saw from Rassilon's screen that Yoshioka is with a group. She's made friends, which... makes me happy. I want to go and meet her. I want to reunite with my family, no... Our family."
"Well, any idea where she could be?"
(Also, isn't Tiamat a Godspeed? She could be on top of the rotation order. Yushina can be there as well)
(I taking base speed for the start of rotation, Tiamat is in human form as state before which is HH+)
 
As windows exploded into shards, raining down like glittering knives. Even the smallest stones scattered across the ground began to lift, trembling in midair as though gravity itself collected from the roar.

Amanda staggered, clutching her ears, her face twisted in agony. The shriek was so sharp, so merciless, that he pierced her skull like a thousand needles and now blood began to come out from her ears, staining her hands crimson.

High above where Tiamat had been hidden on the rooftop of a building which is shaken, her body tense as the scream shattered her balance, she toppled forward, crashing down from the roof and slamming into the ground below, falling from the building.

The town itself seemed to howl in response. Doors burst open, animals shrieked in terror, and the wind carried the echo far beyond the horizon.
Eredna tries to prevent as much damage as possible to his town by shielding it with his darkness, while it is able to extend up to hundreds of meters, he likely wont be able to protect as much as he would want

Still, he tries to mitigate as much as the range allows, before turning his attention to the creature

"Despicable monster, how dare you put my residents in danger with your foul noises!"

He extends nearby shadows from the creature location to attempt restraining, and quickly calls upon the most important women

"Miss Tiamat! Miss Amanda! Are you two ladies injured badly?"
 
Eredna tries to prevent as much damage as possible to his town by shielding it with his darkness, while it is able to extend up to hundreds of meters, he likely wont be able to protect as much as he would want
Still, he tries to mitigate as much as the range allows, before turning his attention to the creature
Shadow dont block sounds, not success
"Despicable monster, how dare you put my residents in danger with your foul noises!"

He extends nearby shadows from the creature location to attempt restraining, and quickly calls upon the most important women
Restraining the powerful psychic-telepathy-vampire monkey with your shadow manipulation is an effective tactic, limiting its physical movements and preventing it from breaking free. This control grants you a crucial moment to glance back at your teammate, who remains incapacitated by the devastating force of the sonic scream.
"Miss Tiamat! Miss Amanda! Are you two ladies injured badly?"
"WHAT?" Tiamat scream

"I CAN´T UNDERSTAND YOU!" Amanda said

Of course, their eardrums are ruptured and bleeding, asking to them likely make more harm than good
 
"Their ears have been ruptured...I have to get to them and heal the two...but I cant let this creature by itself....either...maybe the other girl..."

Thinks to himself before turning his sight quickly at the other lady

"The miss who came with Lady Tiamat, can you hear me?"
 
"Their ears have been ruptured...I have to get to them and heal the two...but I cant let this creature by itself....either...maybe the other girl..."

Thinks to himself before turning his sight quickly at the other lady

"The miss who came with Lady Tiamat, can you hear me?"
"I can't! But I can read your lips! Give me time for my muscles to get accustomed to the sound!"

Yushina shouts back.
 
The monkey began to laugh; low at first as the sound that echoed unnaturally again but this time dont break anything. Even though its body was bound tightly by writhing shadows, the laughter grew louder, sharper, until it reverberated like a cruel melody across the sunset. The darkness that restrained it trembled as does normal shadow when a lantern is lit up in the night

Then, without warning, the air shifted as waves of heat rippled outward, distorting the air like a furnace. The acrid scent of burning wood began to creep into the nostrils of those nearby

Despite the continue pain, Amanda’s eyes widened as she turned in horror. Flames licked a few of woond rooftops and tree nearvy to the monkey combust in fire

The shadows that had once imprisoned the monkey start to dissolve as the creature stood at the center of the chaos, its body wreathed in fire and black-redly light. The aura surrounding it pulsed like a living storm,. Sparks danced across its fur, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural brilliance; half madness, half triumph.

fire is coming around them and will devored them if not acted correctly
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(Defensive against psychic fire)
 
The monkey began to laugh; low at first as the sound that echoed unnaturally again but this time dont break anything. Even though its body was bound tightly by writhing shadows, the laughter grew louder, sharper, until it reverberated like a cruel melody across the sunset. The darkness that restrained it trembled as does normal shadow when a lantern is lit up in the night

Then, without warning, the air shifted as waves of heat rippled outward, distorting the air like a furnace. The acrid scent of burning wood began to creep into the nostrils of those nearby

Despite the continue pain, Amanda’s eyes widened as she turned in horror. Flames licked a few of woond rooftops and tree nearvy to the monkey combust in fire

The shadows that had once imprisoned the monkey start to dissolve as the creature stood at the center of the chaos, its body wreathed in fire and black-redly light. The aura surrounding it pulsed like a living storm,. Sparks danced across its fur, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural brilliance; half madness, half triumph.

fire is coming around them and will devored them if not acted correctly
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(Defensive against psychic fire)
The stun prevented Yushina from accessing the console directly. To say it's impossible would be an erroneous interpretation, but the situation made it difficult for her to adapt to both sound and the flames. However, her muscles tensing proved that she will soon get out, faster even.
 
Not a single word.

Not a single word had been uttered by Zebedee since his initial reaction to receiving it... The stone. It felt like a cruel mockery: his unworthiness, only to receive power that would repulse him to use as much as he repulsed himself. A fool of a hero, he thought of himself. He caused no rain since that time, yet a storm festered inside of him.

He looks down at what Volstagg had given him, sadness and rage swirling together like the warm and cold fronts of seas in the wind. The storm inside of him now had sparks. His self-loathing knew his heroic desire and bore sons. Volatile and neurotic they were within him.

Birthed from the storm, rain now falling from his eyes as he was in isolation, were Boanerges. Sons of thunder.
 
The monkey began to laugh; low at first as the sound that echoed unnaturally again but this time dont break anything. Even though its body was bound tightly by writhing shadows, the laughter grew louder, sharper, until it reverberated like a cruel melody across the sunset. The darkness that restrained it trembled as does normal shadow when a lantern is lit up in the night

Then, without warning, the air shifted as waves of heat rippled outward, distorting the air like a furnace. The acrid scent of burning wood began to creep into the nostrils of those nearby

Despite the continue pain, Amanda’s eyes widened as she turned in horror. Flames licked a few of woond rooftops and tree nearvy to the monkey combust in fire

The shadows that had once imprisoned the monkey start to dissolve as the creature stood at the center of the chaos, its body wreathed in fire and black-redly light. The aura surrounding it pulsed like a living storm,. Sparks danced across its fur, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural brilliance; half madness, half triumph.

fire is coming around them and will devored them if not acted correctly
Music
WQbbqtRm.gif


(Defensive against psychic fire)
Eredna quickly extends all the shadows made by the light of the burning flames around any objects of being present to wrap himself and the other allies in it, in order to teleport far from the flames, wherever it was safe, from the shadows in the distance of this heat
 
Eredna quickly extends all the shadows made by the light of the burning flames around any objects of being present to wrap himself and the other allies in it, in order to teleport far from the flames, wherever it was safe, from the shadows in the distance of this heat
They vanished in an instant; warping through shadow and slipping into another darkened place beyond sight, leaving behind only ruin. Flames licked at the ground they abandoned, the air thick with smoke and the crackle of destruction.

From a distance, the monkey watched their departure. Its laughter rang sharp and mocking, a sound of triumph. Victory was his, and with a final glance at the chaos, he turned away, retreating while the fire raged on unchecked

Panic spread through the town. Civilians fled in desperation, rushing to the safety of their homes. Meanwhile, the braver among them fought to contain the inferno. Buckets of water, desperate shouts, and trembling hands barely managed to slow the blaze, their efforts fragile against the consuming fire.

Yet the flames were more than destruction, they were a message. A statement carved in smoke and ash, meant for both the town and its lord: You are not safe. Your walls cannot protect you. Your power cannot shield you. Shadows are nothing but lesser projection to hidden against the real monster
(Fight had concluded as Self-battle field removal)

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After a long chain of events, the group finally stopped. Their steps slowed, and a heavy silence fell between them. Try as they might, desperately pursued what they sought, the truth was undeniable: their search had become pointless. The trail had vanished as quickly as the governments that cover up corruption.

Perhaps it was the Mistwraight that Jack unleashed within their base that made the Neo-Technologists believe time was no longer on their side, accelerating their operation far beyond what they had anticipated. Whatever the reason, Jack and his companions had returned too late to inform Deel and the others, hoping that by the time they returned, the enemy would still be there. The train had vanished. The Neo-Technologists' base had disappeared without a trace too. Hours of searching had yielded nothing but emptiness, as if the earth itself had swallowed their enemies.

Now, night was falling. Shadows stretched across the land, absorbing the last vestiges of daylight. The air grew cold, and with it came the persistent unease of the open air. They knew all too well that sleeping under the stars was a risk they couldn't afford. Night was not kind to vagrants, and danger lurked in the darkness becuase they lived in a magic world. perhaps a tavern?, some place with walls, warmth, and the muffled comfort of human voices; would serve them better than this forest which osilate (is write osilate?) into a semi desert. Even if rest was unlikely or a no needed in this moment, shelter was a necessity.

Rex looked at his companions, his face is tired but he know the truth: this is not the end.

Not a single word.

Not a single word had been uttered by Zebedee since his initial reaction to receiving it... The stone. It felt like a cruel mockery: his unworthiness, only to receive power that would repulse him to use as much as he repulsed himself. A fool of a hero, he thought of himself. He caused no rain since that time, yet a storm festered inside of him.

He looks down at what Volstagg had given him, sadness and rage swirling together like the warm and cold fronts of seas in the wind. The storm inside of him now had sparks. His self-loathing knew his heroic desire and bore sons. Volatile and neurotic they were within him.

Birthed from the storm, rain now falling from his eyes as he was in isolation, were Boanerges. Sons of thunder.
"Hey are you ok" Rex asked to him, noticed the influx of his presence after a long time, there still not civilization around them... prolly in a few kilometers perphas they will find anything?
 
"One of the many things to dislike about Mistwraight is that it's really hard to confirm if they be vanquished unless seen first hand because proof isn't left behind." Jack says.
 
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