Dungeons & Divers (RP Thread)

[azontr]

Neltharion's final blow was capable of burrowing through the Earth faster than the Earth could reform and defend itself, and for a moment, a large chasm in the ground was created that revealed the disgusting, black pulsating heart of the very land itself. It was only revealed for a few moments, however... and the environment was still attacking with whips of bladed vegetation to prevent anyone from traveling into the chasm before it reformed.

 

[DaReaperMan]

With the earth slowing her descent, Neltharion regained control of her own movement for long enough to thrust Scaleshard deep into the black heart. In it went, and Neltharion swiftly lost her temper for the first time, repeatedly bashing it with her shield as she tried to cut through the heart. But she kept her mouth closed, even though Neltharion really wanted to scream out her rage, it was just a bit dangerous to get some of that accursed blood into her mouth when she didn't know what it was.

 

[azontr]

The black heart retaliated the moment Neltharion came into range, black spikes protruding from the mass of flesh and shooting into her armor before she could thrust her blade into the core. The spikes pierced her armor and attempted to pierce her vital organs to kill her swiftly and painlessly.

Meanwhile, Neltharion keeping the core busy made it so that the other whips of vegetation were becoming docile and harmless, allowing other members of the party to more safely maneuver through them and to the large chasm she had created.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Huh!?" Demi turns to Dakath while in the air, having leaped to the skies in order to avoid another narrow attack. While she's distracted by Dakath's warning, she turns back to her predicament to realize another attack was already flinging at her— she raises her bronze dagger, coated in a thick layer of crimson energy, and directly blocks the attack, getting flung backward.

"Gah—!!!" She lands a few feet behind Dakath, groaning in discomfort. Her quick block, as well as having instinctively kicked away from the attack a moment before it landed, allowed her to escape death and any more significant injury. She, and soon Dakath, finds out that this isn't the end of their troubles, as while Dakath prepares to fire his arrow, and while Demi slowly gets up from having to take that attack, giant, car-sized shards of ice are falling from the sky in bulk.

“Great, this day keeps on getting better and better.” He remarked, seeing all of the ice raining down upon them. Realizing only had one chance to shoot his shot, Dakath released his arrow, sending it flying three the air. When it hit one of the blades of grass, it exploded into a large bunch of spores, scattering them all around the rest of the plants.

“You don’t want to get caught in that; it’s a special type of pollen I found that disables magic!” He exclaimed as he began running in the opposite direction.

 

[DaReaperMan]

The black heart retaliated the moment Neltharion came into range, black spikes protruding from the mass of flesh and shooting into her armor before she could thrust her blade into the core. The spikes pierced her armor and attempted to pierce her vital organs to kill her swiftly and painlessly.

Meanwhile, Neltharion keeping the core busy made it so that the other whips of vegetation were becoming docile and harmless, allowing other members of the party to more safely maneuver through them and to the large chasm she had created.

Neltharion, in a blur of movement brought her shield forward, her armor and skin hardening with scales, like a dragon made of nothing but the hardest of materials, and being surrounded by the very ground she drew such power from, made her nearly unbreakable, as getting through the armor for what spikes avoided the shield proved to be extremely slow.

And then Scaleshard flashed out like a glint of draconic fury, Neltharion's frenzied self using it as a way to chop through the spikes in a furious attempt to get to the heart, to finally end this battle here and now

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

While the heart was focused on Neltharion, Basil dashed in from the opposite direction, his deft fingers clenching into fists. Prior to this, Basil had been unable to use any form of his martial arts—blades of grass, and masses of vegetation lacking any form of vital points he could target.

But a heart was a different matter entirely.

Should a sufficient path be cleared by the other members of the group, he would reach the heart and deliver three, precise strikes at the center of the fleshy mass, timing them to strike the moment when the heart was most contracted—between the intervals of its pulses. His aim was to, for a brief yet impactful moment, stop its beating entirely, inducing cardiac arrest and ideally leaving it vulnerable for a final blow.

 

[azontr]

Basil temporarily ceasing the core's beating with his martial prowess gave way for Neltharion to pierce through it with her final blow, the spikes it had formed swiftly dispersing entirely once Neltharion had skewered the gargantuan flesh mass. The core of the seemingly sentient environment began beating again far to late... for by the time Basil's technique had worn off, Neltharion had already ended it.

However, in an almost spiteful attempt to take its enemies down with it, the core forced itself past its expiration.

While Neltharion and Basil believed they had won, ended the battle, the core contracted itself to its limit almost entirely out of sheer force of will— it compressed itself down to the size of a softball in a short, infinitesimal moment... before beating outward one final time, and releasing a catastrophic shockwave that rippled through Neltharion and Basil's defense and slammed into their insides, foregoing physical toughness entirely. Neltharion's constitution as a warrior would allow her to avoid instant death... but Basil's fate was up in the air; his keen visual prowess, inherent to him as a Ranger, allowed him to notice the final attack a few moments faster than Neltharion would have. His survival depended entirely on his own judgement in those few short moments of leeway—

 

[DaReaperMan]

Neltharion clenched her teeth, taking the pain a bit poorly, but almost as soon as she realized what was happening, she'd lodged herself against the earth and was reaching for a healing potion, though her hand was shaking, forcing her to lodge scaleshard into the earth beside her and use both hands to pull a blood red potion out of her pouch, and with a glance at the gravity to make sure she wasn't upside down or something, off came the cork and down her throat went the liquid.

It tasted foul, but nothing Neltharion wasn't exactly used to, even if it was gag-worthy, and she waited a moment to see if it would work.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crevice Netharion had created to unearth it.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crater Netharion had created to unearth it.

(I mean she made a massive crevice in the earth not a crater lol)

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

(forgot halfway through writing. Edited)

 

[azontr]

The people above ground would see the hostile masses of vegetation begin to dissipate and disperse into simple grass. The grass would pile up into dozens of giant green mounds, akin to hills. The battle was over. For now, at least.

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crevice Netharion had created to unearth it.

Basil was able to avoid the full effects of the organ pulverizing shockwave by making such a wide level of distance, but he was unable to avoid all of it. Even partially getting hit by that force was enough to break all of his ribs and nearly rupture his lungs... but, he survived, now laying injured a few meters away from the chasm Neltharion had carved into the ground, which was now beginning to cave in on itself.

Neltharion clenched her teeth, taking the pain a bit poorly, but almost as soon as she realized what was happening, she'd lodged herself against the earth and was reaching for a healing potion, though her hand was shaking, forcing her to lodge scaleshard into the earth beside her and use both hands to pull a blood red potion out of her pouch, and with a glance at the gravity to make sure she wasn't upside down or something, off came the cork and down her throat went the liquid.

It tasted foul, but nothing Neltharion wasn't exactly used to, even if it was gag-worthy, and she waited a moment to see if it would work.

The healing potion began working to painfully sew her injured tissue back into place. It felt as if scalding hot iron threads were being run through her entire body to stitch her back together from the inside out. The process was excruciating, but it did manage to heal around 60% of her full-body injuries.

Meanwhile, the large chasm she had formed was beginning to collapse into itself, and she began hearing rubble and earth tumble down. She didn't have nearly enough mana to close up the hole, which became evident when she would nearly vomit in a hypothetical attempt to do so— it would be ideal to find a way out of the hole.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Neltharion clenched her teeth, and grabbed scaleshard, rushing out of the hole like a bat out of hell, bouncing between the walls at times and even using Scaleshard to propel herself up even faster.

Once she was up, she scrambled a large distance away from the chasm she made, and got rather close to where Amalie used to be, the crater and bits of blood left giving Neltharion immediate pause... but she didn't exactly have time to rage at herself for not being fast enough. And instead, she thought practically, Amalie had something in that chest that let her carry around magical crap, at least one of which could heal... or Neltharion could just drink another healing potion, but even though she brought 50 kilos of the damn things in her satchel, she was hesitant to use too many in one moment.

"Basil?" She called out, staggering over to the older and more experienced Dungeon Diver

 

[AThe1412]

“Great, this day keeps on getting better and better.” He remarked, seeing all of the ice raining down upon them. Realizing only had one chance to shoot his shot, Dakath released his arrow, sending it flying three the air. When it hit one of the blades of grass, it exploded into a large bunch of spores, scattering them all around the rest of the plants.

“You don’t want to get caught in that; it’s a special type of pollen I found that disables magic!” He exclaimed as he began running in the opposite direction.

"Anti-magic huh? Don't mind if I..."

"Yoink! Mine now.", the small creature laughed as it  stole the magic cancelling dust, bringing it to a seperate realm.

Neltharion clenched her teeth, and grabbed scaleshard, rushing out of the hole like a bat out of hell, bouncing between the walls at times and even using Scaleshard to propel herself up even faster.

Once she was up, she scrambled a large distance away from the chasm she made, and got rather close to where Amalie used to be, the crater and bits of blood left giving Neltharion immediate pause... but she didn't exactly have time to rage at herself for not being fast enough. And instead, she thought practically, Amalie had something in that chest that let her carry around magical crap, at least one of which could heal... or Neltharion could just drink another healing potion, but even though she brought 50 kilos of the damn things in her satchel, she was hesitant to use too many in one moment.

"Basil?" She called out, staggering over to the older and more experienced Dungeon Diver

"Wow! You Did It! Hooray!", the bird said as it landed on the ground right next to Basil. It then proceeded to clap its wings together over and over, producing a sound similar to a crowd applauding all while doing a small little dance.

 

[Da3ggman]

(Where are Dakath and Demi in relation to the main group now?)

 

[AThe1412]

(Where are Dakath and Demi in relation to the main group now?)

(They're not that far from the main group I think considering that the blocks of ice were a threat and E.T had enough range to whisk them away)

 

[azontr]

(Where are Dakath and Demi in relation to the main group now?)

(Probably not very far.)

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Basil's gaze was focused on the sky above, a trail of blood leaking from his lips. Each breath sent a burst of pain through his torso, as his damaged lungs pressed against his shattered ribs. Sweat coated his face, partially blinding him as it seeped into his eyes.

"...Potion...please...anyone." He croaked out wearily.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Basil's gaze was focused on the sky above, a trail of blood leaking from his lips. Each breath sent a burst of pain through his torso, as his damaged lungs pressed against his shattered ribs. Sweat coated his face, partially blinding him as it seeped into his eyes.

"...Potion...please...anyone." He croaked out wearily.

"The hell were you doing?" Neltharion almost snapped out as she finally got over... though it was more of a limp then a run. Reaching into her pack, she whipped out a healing potion, which she promptly popped the cork and began to pour into Basil's mouth

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Basil quickly opened his mouth as she titled the potion bottle, its contents pouring into his throat and down his cheeks. He said nothing for a moment, closing his eyes as he felt his bones snap back into place. A painful experience, to be sure but at least he could breathe easier now.

“Getting standing ovations from a bird, apparently.” Basil said dryly, slowly bringing himself to a sitting position. He lowered a finger, gingerly patting the parrot's head.

“Surprised you got up so quickly."

 

[DaReaperMan]

Basil quickly opened his mouth as she titled the potion bottle, its contents pouring into his throat and down his cheeks. He said nothing for a moment, closing his eyes as he felt his bones snap back into place. A painful experience, to be sure but at least he could breathe easier now.

“Getting standing ovations from a bird, apparently.” Basil said dryly, slowly bringing himself to a sitting position. He lowered a finger, gingerly patting the parrot's head.

“Surprised you got up so quickly."

"I'm apparently the only one with healing potions." Neltharion said bluntly before sighing "Between everything I did I blew through most of my mana regardless and I can't just chug mana potions or I'll make myself sick." She just slumped to the ground, glancing at where Amalie used to be, just about ready to yell... thankfully, she had enough self-control to not bring the entire floor rushing them.

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

"Finally over." he said

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"I'm apparently the only one with healing potions." Neltharion said bluntly before sighing "Between everything I did I blew through most of my mana regardless and I can't just chug mana potions or I'll make myself sick." She just slumped to the ground, glancing at where Amalie used to be, just about ready to yell... thankfully, she had enough self-control to not bring the entire floor rushing them.

"True enough, I suppose." Basil said. He shifted his gaze to follow Neltharion's, his blue eyes eventually landing on what remained of Amalie. He hesitated for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh. "We could bury what's left of her, if you'd like." He said.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"True enough, I suppose." Basil said. He shifted his gaze to follow Neltharion's, his blue eyes eventually landing on what remained of Amalie. He hesitated for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh. "We could bury what's left of her, if you'd like." He said.

Neltharion sighed, a rather quiet sound from the furious half-dragon "...I'd rather she be taken out of this place and buried in her town of birth. At least that's my people's tradition." Again, she was quiet, but there was a rege boiling in her draconic eyes, just waiting to be unleashed upon the next monster that came by

 

[AThe1412]

Neltharion sighed, a rather quiet sound from the furious half-dragon "...I'd rather she be taken out of this place and buried in her town of birth. At least that's my people's tradition." Again, she was quiet, but there was a rege boiling in her draconic eyes, just waiting to be unleashed upon the next monster that came by

"At least her cute little closet is intact.", the animal stopped and pointed one of its wings at Amalie's shattered blade and the Treasurebox, both of which had some of her blood on them, that had reappeared out of thin air behind the group and strangely a bit far away from where she had died.

 

[azontr]

Spoiler: Deep in the Dungeon...

"Thank you for joining me, brethren.

The Dungeon was a big place. It spanned thousands of miles deep in the maw of the planet, transmorphized into a chaotic, perverse reflection of magicks beyond mortal, and perhaps even divine understanding. Deep in the starlight, below even the vile plain of grass on which the intruders stood, below any other land, at the very deepest recesses of it...

"I'm sure you're all aware of the little problem that's arisen. Or should I say, sunken?"

A multitude of twinkling lights danced within a void of suffocating emptiness. Each star was a different hue of light, a different shape, a different existence all-together.

"Oh, come on. Nobody liked that one??

In the center of the cluster of cascading light, one exceptionally bright glow hovered within the center of infinity. It's color was an incomprehensible, mind-boggling shade that made one's brain throb in discomfort.

"We are not here to play around." Another glow, its hue a heavy shade of blinding green, shone through the wall of brightness created by the cluster of starlight, "One of my children was just killed by mortals. Do you think I'm in the mood to play around, you f*cker?"

"It died because it was weak. That's all there is to it. Besides, can't you just make a new one?"

A red glow addressed its brethren. In the starlight it used to manifest itself in this meeting, it sat on a gargantuan throne of violently congealed, solidified blood. It crossed its right leg, the limb larger than a skyscraper, over its other identically massive appendage, unamused by the tantrum of its brethren.

"You mind repeating that...?"

"Oh, quit being a baby. Every time one of your little toys dies, you get up in your feelings in front of everyone. Isn't about time you started growing up?"

"You motherfu—"

"Brethren, please. Now is not the time for infighting."

A pure, clean white glow spoke up through the Veil of starlight. Contained within the twinkling shine, was a world of ice and snow, blizzards raging violently within a land of uncontrolled frost. "The guardian has been bested for the first time in eons. The intruders now have free access to the first floor. This cannot be ignored.

"...." The green light silenced itself, letting out a sigh. Within its veil was a world of pure green, vegetation and flora sprouting infinitely. At the center of it all was a giant tree, spanning a billion miles into the sky, with countless roots branching outward across the entire world. "You're right. Apologies... I..."

"Don't apologize. I pardon your insult, for you are grieving. For the moment, put aside your pain. Now, we discuss. Brethren, it was your child that was killed. What can you tell us about the intruders?"

"....." The green light spoke, "A ragtag group of mortals. Nothing particularly special. Two of them have the energy of deities in them, however..."

"Is that so?"

The mention of the divine sparked heavy conversation among countless twinkling lights. Noise began cascading across the cluster of blinding light, conversation and discussion booming like never before. A single breath of any of the entities attending the meeting was loud enough to deafen an entire world, let alone a string of words.

"Brethren! Brethren! Do calm down." The center light spoke up with a cheerful tone, filled with an unsettling level of glee. Its words were enough to silence all conversation in an instant, giving room for the star that shone brighter than any other to speak.

"Many thanks. Now, dear sister. Could you perhaps go into more detail?" It addressed the green light, "This is certainly cause for concern, don't you agree?"

"I would agree, honored brother..." Spoke the light of flora, "They are not actual deities, but rather... bearers of the power. One holds the power of one of my children, and the other..."

"The other?"

The green light was silent for a few short, yet infinitely long moments. It spoke up, "The other bears the power of The Timeless One."

Conversation boomed once again throughout the starlight. This time, fear was riddled in the voices of infinity. They spoke of war, death, destruction, and pain untold, from a past seemingly eons away from the present day. Their conversation was swiftly ceased by the center light's words.

"That is quite the claim, dear sister. Can you confirm it was his power?"

"It was unmistakable. I would never forget the energy of that bastard, no matter how many ages pass. You believe me, right? Honored Brother?"

The vast, endless space of blinding light remained silent for who knows how long. There was no doubt that everyone there had more than just a bit on their minds... until someone spoke out of turn.

"If the followers of two traitors are in our midst, then we should kill them." A faintly glowing blue light spoke up, within it contained a vast, practically endless ocean. Thunder and storms boomed throughout the horizon, cascading waves tearing wind and earth to shreds like wet sandpaper. "Hell, even if it isn't them, we should kill them. Honored Brother, will you allow mortal trespassers in our realm? Is that how you want this council to look?"

"You have a sharp tongue."

The crimson glow that had remained silent since it was told odd uncrossed its legs, leaning forward in its throne. From outside of its veil of starlight, it would seem as if the glow began shining a thousand times brighter than ever before, a fiery rage burning within its core. "You speak of this council, yet insult its head? Your head is in the damn clouds."

"I have no plans to take lip service from a brainless warmonger..."

"This brainless warmonger can remove your brains from your pretty little skull. Do you want to cross me, boy?"

"Brethren, please." The white light spoke, "Have we not been over this? Arguing gets us nowhere."

"I cannot agree with that, dear sister."

Another light spoke up... a deep, ghastly collection of black light that was surrounded in a miasma of despair and distress. As it spiked through the veil of stars that blocked it from the forefront of the council, sounds of discomfort and disgust could be heard.

"You have another opinion, brother?"

"I do. While the wording can use work, I agree with his assessment. Letting those mortals live does nobody any favors, regardless of whether they have affiliation with traitors. If they've defeated a floor guardian, that already proves they are among the best of the best of mortals. If they gain even more power, they can threaten the stability of our realm."

"I'm not against killing them." Spoke the red light, "Keep one of them alive, though. The girl with the red skin."

"One of your children, brother?" Spoke the green light, with a scarcely hidden sarcasm in its tone. The red light scoffed.

"One of my creations, yes, sister. Part of a race I established not too long ago. I'd rather her alive than dead." It said, "That being said, the rest can die. I'll even personally do the job."

"Leaving your seat to deal with a pack of vermin would be unbecoming of your status, brother." The world tree dwelling within the infinite veil of green light spoke with a tone filled with snark, "I didn't think of you as someone to hunt such vermin."

"What has happened within the past millennium to make you pests think you can speak to me like this? If you have the heart to insult, then have the heart to say it to my face. Hiding behind the safety of a council meeting to throw your jeers is not a good look, sister."

"You—"

Silence, once again. This time, there was no need for words for all sound to dissipate into nothingness. All eyes fell on the center light, and its tranquil, perfect glow. It was... too perfect. Too calm.

"Brethren."

Such a stillness in all emotion, in all things, even... was enough to force peace to radiate throughout the council of endless starlight. The center light spoke once again. "I understand you're all passionate. But please. Maintain your dignity. This is no place for fighting. Unless, of course, you wish to deal with your conflict through the proper procedures..."

The mention of those 'proper procedures' caused the red light to let out a laugh.

"I'd be happy to, honored brother. The question is if she is up for it."

"How many times must I say this is not the time, you blasted fools?" The white light moved forward, taking the forefront of the conversation. "This is a mockery of our great gathering! We are NOT here to fight!"

"I must agree with you, sister." Said the center light, "Excellently put."

"Thank you, honored brother. I simply wish that we deal with this problem as soon as possible." Said the white light, "I believe good points have already been made, though. We should rid ourselves of these mortals."

"Aha! And I can see where you are all coming from. I am sure all of you, great brethren, want to end the lives of these mortals..."

They were all silent, but the truth was evident. The center light spoke, and his words set alight a storm unlike any other in the council.

"Which is exactly why we will be letting them live!"

Voices boomed throughout the entirety of infinity. Protests, shouts, exclamations of disagreement that made the entire council rumble with outrage. Whatever civility left in the discussion was blown away by the fires of passionate discussion at such a decision. No one glow could take the stage, no one starlight able to voice their opinions above anyone else's... except for one.

"Silence."

In the deepest recesses of the council, a seemingly unknown glow emerged. It was a weak, feeble shade of grey... Far smaller, and far dimmer than practically any other light in the council. Yet it somehow commanded more respect than any other, seemingly even more so than the one glow that stood within the center of it all. Within that pathetic, small veil of grey, stood something only few dared to describe. The center light.

"Great father. What an honor it is for you to finally join us here. Why is it that you've been absent from so many meetings, lately?"

The center light spoke with no fear, rather, amusement was scarcely hidden with its unnaturally cheerful voice. The grey light shifted through the infinite cluster of starlight, stepping over many others and putting itself in a position in which it could not be ignored.

"This is why." Said the grey light, "You children fail to learn. I don't attend temper tantrums."

"It's an honor to see you again, great father." The green light spoke up, albeit sheepishly. It seemed taken aback by the appearance of this... being, "Perhaps you can talk sense into brother. Surely, you are aware of the current situation."

"I am."

"Then surely you support the execution of these mortals?"

"I do not."

This time, there was no outrage. Only silence, and an occasional whisper.

"It is saddening to see you all in this state. Since when have we ever truly considered ourselves with the life or death of mortals? They are beneath us. They always have been. If you fear their existence will threaten our realm, then that is disappointing."

"G-Great father... I..."

"I agree with him." The red light spoke up, his mountainous form leaning back in his throne of gore, crossing his leg over the other once more. "To begin with, they're just pests. Any one of us could go up and wipe them out without a thought. The thought that they could ever threaten us is, in of itself, absurd."

This aroused a less chaotic reaction within the other starlight's. They discussed quietly among themselves, and largely found themselves in agreement with such an assessment. Could a pack of mortals that had already lost a member of their group, and nearly two others, to a mere floor guardian, truly pose a threat to them?

"I simply want them gone out of principle." The blue, oceanic light, which had remained silent for so long, finally spoke up once again. "Trespassers should be erased. That should be our policy. We cannot be looked down upon. We have never tolerated insult from beings beneath us, have we?"

The discussion was cut short, as the center light spoke up.

"You all make absolutely excellent points! Especially you, great father. Your insight is always welcome in this council."

"Do not insult me, boy." Spoke the grey light, "Your arrogance only grows with age."

"I will take that as a compliment." Spoke the center light, with a deep tone of amusement laced in its voice. "My brethren, I ask of you to hear me out for just a moment. While our image is important, we must realize that there are no actual laws within our code that say that mortals should be executed. We all keep plenty of mortals, do we not?"

"This is entirely different!" Exclaimed the blue light, "That is—"

"It is not as different as you think, brother. Those mortals have uses. I guarantee you that much. Especially if one or two of them carry the power of traitors. Let us simply wait patiently and see how things progress. And, if such a decision bears no fruit, does it really matter? If mortals die, then they die. That just means we needn't take any action at all to begin with, don't you agree?"

"...."

There was silence, and then some quiet discussion emerging among the council.

"If there are no objections, then I believe the decision to spare them is finalized. No vote required; I believe."

"N-Not at all! We should all vote on this!" The green light spoke up with a broken voice, nearly slipping over its own sentence. "That is the proper procedure, honored brother. Let us not ignore it. Especially now that father is here—"

"Not really necessary. Just let the fools live." Sighed the red light.

"If that is what you declare, honored brother, I will obey." And then, the white light spoke in agreement.

And soon, even more began to speak in agreement with the center light's decision... until any opposition was simply drowned out.

"What a productive meeting!" Said the center light, "If that's all, the rest of you can leave now. Council dismissed!"

"Wai—"

Before the green glow could speak in protest, the infinity began swiftly dimming down as the lights went out. After merely a few moments, only two remained still present within the darkness.

"....."

"Oh! I suppose I forgot to cut you off, great father. I don't suppose you still have business with me?"

"What are you planning, boy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You can't keep playing dumb forever."

"Still don't know what you're talking about~!"

"Boy."

"Father."

They both went silent for what seemed to be an eternity. For anyone else, it must've felt like that. But for them, it was less than a second.

"I will do what I must do with my position, for the sake of my brethren. That's all, father. And if you have nothing else to say... goodbye."

The light in the center of the void disappeared. And swiftly, the only remaining light, in his rage and regret... disappeared as well.

Now, at the very bottom of the Dungeon, there was only darkness.

(I haven't done one of these in a long time. Short-ish lore post to give a taste of what's to come in the far future, as well as to let everyone know that this is still active. I'm just waiting on @Backbackback. Idk what's been up with him.)

 

[DaReaperMan]

"At least her cute little closet is intact.", the animal stopped and pointed one of its wings at Amalie's shattered blade and the Treasurebox, both of which had some of her blood on them, that had reappeared out of thin air behind them and strangely a bit far away from where she had died.

"I suppose I should trust every bird that talks, huh?" a tone of warning rang through the air "Get it over to me. I'm not in the mood for games to be played." Neltharion was glaring, taking quite a bit of self-control to tone down her temper in the moment

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

"Anyone needs healing?" he asked the team

 

[AThe1412]

"I suppose I should trust every bird that talks, huh?" a tone of warning rang through the air "Get it over to me. I'm not in the mood for games to be played." Neltharion was glaring, taking quite a bit of self-control to tone down her temper in the moment

"Geez, why so serious? I haven't even introduced myself yet!", the creature responded to Neltharion in her own voice as if mocking her but regardless, it spread its wings and flew over to the Treasurebox.

Its zygodactyl feet seemed to grow bigger as it picked up the entire thing with shocking ease for an animal its size. The parrot then carried the large wardrobe over to the half-dragon, just as she had told it to, and dropped it down in front of her.

"There ya go. Enjoy!", it said while still hovering in the air.

"Anyone needs healing?" he asked the team

"You definitely should have asked that sooner!", it laughed before saying.

 

[azontr]

(Bump.)

 

[Backbackback]

Spoiler: Deep in the Dungeon...

"Thank you for joining me, brethren.

The Dungeon was a big place. It spanned thousands of miles deep in the maw of the planet, transmorphized into a chaotic, perverse reflection of magicks beyond mortal, and perhaps even divine understanding. Deep in the starlight, below even the vile plain of grass on which the intruders stood, below any other land, at the very deepest recesses of it...

"I'm sure you're all aware of the little problem that's arisen. Or should I say, sunken?"

A multitude of twinkling lights danced within a void of suffocating emptiness. Each star was a different hue of light, a different shape, a different existence all-together.

"Oh, come on. Nobody liked that one??

In the center of the cluster of cascading light, one exceptionally bright glow hovered within the center of infinity. It's color was an incomprehensible, mind-boggling shade that made one's brain throb in discomfort.

"We are not here to play around." Another glow, its hue a heavy shade of blinding green, shone through the wall of brightness created by the cluster of starlight, "One of my children was just killed by mortals. Do you think I'm in the mood to play around, you f*cker?"

"It died because it was weak. That's all there is to it. Besides, can't you just make a new one?"

A red glow addressed its brethren. In the starlight it used to manifest itself in this meeting, it sat on a gargantuan throne of violently congealed, solidified blood. It crossed its right leg, the limb larger than a skyscraper, over its other identically massive appendage, unamused by the tantrum of its brethren.

"You mind repeating that...?"

"Oh, quit being a baby. Every time one of your little toys dies, you get up in your feelings in front of everyone. Isn't about time you started growing up?"

"You motherfu—"

"Brethren, please. Now is not the time for infighting."

A pure, clean white glow spoke up through the Veil of starlight. Contained within the twinkling shine, was a world of ice and snow, blizzards raging violently within a land of uncontrolled frost. "The guardian has been bested for the first time in eons. The intruders now have free access to the first floor. This cannot be ignored.

"...." The green light silenced itself, letting out a sigh. Within its veil was a world of pure green, vegetation and flora sprouting infinitely. At the center of it all was a giant tree, spanning a billion miles into the sky, with countless roots branching outward across the entire world. "You're right. Apologies... I..."

"Don't apologize. I pardon your insult, for you are grieving. For the moment, put aside your pain. Now, we discuss. Brethren, it was your child that was killed. What can you tell us about the intruders?"

"....." The green light spoke, "A ragtag group of mortals. Nothing particularly special. Two of them have the energy of deities in them, however..."

"Is that so?"

The mention of the divine sparked heavy conversation among countless twinkling lights. Noise began cascading across the cluster of blinding light, conversation and discussion booming like never before. A single breath of any of the entities attending the meeting was loud enough to deafen an entire world, let alone a string of words.

"Brethren! Brethren! Do calm down." The center light spoke up with a cheerful tone, filled with an unsettling level of glee. Its words were enough to silence all conversation in an instant, giving room for the star that shone brighter than any other to speak.

"Many thanks. Now, dear sister. Could you perhaps go into more detail?" It addressed the green light, "This is certainly cause for concern, don't you agree?"

"I would agree, honored brother..." Spoke the light of flora, "They are not actual deities, but rather... bearers of the power. One holds the power of one of my children, and the other..."

"The other?"

The green light was silent for a few short, yet infinitely long moments. It spoke up, "The other bears the power of The Timeless One."

Conversation boomed once again throughout the starlight. This time, fear was riddled in the voices of infinity. They spoke of war, death, destruction, and pain untold, from a past seemingly eons away from the present day. Their conversation was swiftly ceased by the center light's words.

"That is quite the claim, dear sister. Can you confirm it was his power?"

"It was unmistakable. I would never forget the energy of that bastard, no matter how many ages pass. You believe me, right? Honored Brother?"

The vast, endless space of blinding light remained silent for who knows how long. There was no doubt that everyone there had more than just a bit on their minds... until someone spoke out of turn.

"If the followers of two traitors are in our midst, then we should kill them." A faintly glowing blue light spoke up, within it contained a vast, practically endless ocean. Thunder and storms boomed throughout the horizon, cascading waves tearing wind and earth to shreds like wet sandpaper. "Hell, even if it isn't them, we should kill them. Honored Brother, will you allow mortal trespassers in our realm? Is that how you want this council to look?"

"You have a sharp tongue."

The crimson glow that had remained silent since it was told odd uncrossed its legs, leaning forward in its throne. From outside of its veil of starlight, it would seem as if the glow began shining a thousand times brighter than ever before, a fiery rage burning within its core. "You speak of this council, yet insult its head? Your head is in the damn clouds."

"I have no plans to take lip service from a brainless warmonger..."

"This brainless warmonger can remove your brains from your pretty little skull. Do you want to cross me, boy?"

"Brethren, please." The white light spoke, "Have we not been over this? Arguing gets us nowhere."

"I cannot agree with that, dear sister."

Another light spoke up... a deep, ghastly collection of black light that was surrounded in a miasma of despair and distress. As it spiked through the veil of stars that blocked it from the forefront of the council, sounds of discomfort and disgust could be heard.

"You have another opinion, brother?"

"I do. While the wording can use work, I agree with his assessment. Letting those mortals live does nobody any favors, regardless of whether they have affiliation with traitors. If they've defeated a floor guardian, that already proves they are among the best of the best of mortals. If they gain even more power, they can threaten the stability of our realm."

"I'm not against killing them." Spoke the red light, "Keep one of them alive, though. The girl with the red skin."

"One of your children, brother?" Spoke the green light, with a scarcely hidden sarcasm in its tone. The red light scoffed.

"One of my creations, yes, sister. Part of a race I established not too long ago. I'd rather her alive than dead." It said, "That being said, the rest can die. I'll even personally do the job."

"Leaving your seat to deal with a pack of vermin would be unbecoming of your status, brother." The world tree dwelling within the infinite veil of green light spoke with a tone filled with snark, "I didn't think of you as someone to hunt such vermin."

"What has happened within the past millennium to make you pests think you can speak to me like this? If you have the heart to insult, then have the heart to say it to my face. Hiding behind the safety of a council meeting to throw your jeers is not a good look, sister."

"You—"

Silence, once again. This time, there was no need for words for all sound to dissipate into nothingness. All eyes fell on the center light, and its tranquil, perfect glow. It was... too perfect. Too calm.

"Brethren."

Such a stillness in all emotion, in all things, even... was enough to force peace to radiate throughout the council of endless starlight. The center light spoke once again. "I understand you're all passionate. But please. Maintain your dignity. This is no place for fighting. Unless, of course, you wish to deal with your conflict through the proper procedures..."

The mention of those 'proper procedures' caused the red light to let out a laugh.

"I'd be happy to, honored brother. The question is if she is up for it."

"How many times must I say this is not the time, you blasted fools?" The white light moved forward, taking the forefront of the conversation. "This is a mockery of our great gathering! We are NOT here to fight!"

"I must agree with you, sister." Said the center light, "Excellently put."

"Thank you, honored brother. I simply wish that we deal with this problem as soon as possible." Said the white light, "I believe good points have already been made, though. We should rid ourselves of these mortals."

"Aha! And I can see where you are all coming from. I am sure all of you, great brethren, want to end the lives of these mortals..."

They were all silent, but the truth was evident. The center light spoke, and his words set alight a storm unlike any other in the council.

"Which is exactly why we will be letting them live!"

Voices boomed throughout the entirety of infinity. Protests, shouts, exclamations of disagreement that made the entire council rumble with outrage. Whatever civility left in the discussion was blown away by the fires of passionate discussion at such a decision. No one glow could take the stage, no one starlight able to voice their opinions above anyone else's... except for one.

"Silence."

In the deepest recesses of the council, a seemingly unknown glow emerged. It was a weak, feeble shade of grey... Far smaller, and far dimmer than practically any other light in the council. Yet it somehow commanded more respect than any other, seemingly even more so than the one glow that stood within the center of it all. Within that pathetic, small veil of grey, stood something only few dared to describe. The center light.

"Great father. What an honor it is for you to finally join us here. Why is it that you've been absent from so many meetings, lately?"

The center light spoke with no fear, rather, amusement was scarcely hidden with its unnaturally cheerful voice. The grey light shifted through the infinite cluster of starlight, stepping over many others and putting itself in a position in which it could not be ignored.

"This is why." Said the grey light, "You children fail to learn. I don't attend temper tantrums."

"It's an honor to see you again, great father." The green light spoke up, albeit sheepishly. It seemed taken aback by the appearance of this... being, "Perhaps you can talk sense into brother. Surely, you are aware of the current situation."

"I am."

"Then surely you support the execution of these mortals?"

"I do not."

This time, there was no outrage. Only silence, and an occasional whisper.

"It is saddening to see you all in this state. Since when have we ever truly considered ourselves with the life or death of mortals? They are beneath us. They always have been. If you fear their existence will threaten our realm, then that is disappointing."

"G-Great father... I..."

"I agree with him." The red light spoke up, his mountainous form leaning back in his throne of gore, crossing his leg over the other once more. "To begin with, they're just pests. Any one of us could go up and wipe them out without a thought. The thought that they could ever threaten us is, in of itself, absurd."

This aroused a less chaotic reaction within the other starlight's. They discussed quietly among themselves, and largely found themselves in agreement with such an assessment. Could a pack of mortals that had already lost a member of their group, and nearly two others, to a mere floor guardian, truly pose a threat to them?

"I simply want them gone out of principle." The blue, oceanic light, which had remained silent for so long, finally spoke up once again. "Trespassers should be erased. That should be our policy. We cannot be looked down upon. We have never tolerated insult from beings beneath us, have we?"

The discussion was cut short, as the center light spoke up.

"You all make absolutely excellent points! Especially you, great father. Your insight is always welcome in this council."

"Do not insult me, boy." Spoke the grey light, "Your arrogance only grows with age."

"I will take that as a compliment." Spoke the center light, with a deep tone of amusement laced in its voice. "My brethren, I ask of you to hear me out for just a moment. While our image is important, we must realize that there are no actual laws within our code that say that mortals should be executed. We all keep plenty of mortals, do we not?"

"This is entirely different!" Exclaimed the blue light, "That is—"

"It is not as different as you think, brother. Those mortals have uses. I guarantee you that much. Especially if one or two of them carry the power of traitors. Let us simply wait patiently and see how things progress. And, if such a decision bears no fruit, does it really matter? If mortals die, then they die. That just means we needn't take any action at all to begin with, don't you agree?"

"...."

There was silence, and then some quiet discussion emerging among the council.

"If there are no objections, then I believe the decision to spare them is finalized. No vote required; I believe."

"N-Not at all! We should all vote on this!" The green light spoke up with a broken voice, nearly slipping over its own sentence. "That is the proper procedure, honored brother. Let us not ignore it. Especially now that father is here—"

"Not really necessary. Just let the fools live." Sighed the red light.

"If that is what you declare, honored brother, I will obey." And then, the white light spoke in agreement.

And soon, even more began to speak in agreement with the center light's decision... until any opposition was simply drowned out.

"What a productive meeting!" Said the center light, "If that's all, the rest of you can leave now. Council dismissed!"

"Wai—"

Before the green glow could speak in protest, the infinity began swiftly dimming down as the lights went out. After merely a few moments, only two remained still present within the darkness.

"....."

"Oh! I suppose I forgot to cut you off, great father. I don't suppose you still have business with me?"

"What are you planning, boy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You can't keep playing dumb forever."

"Still don't know what you're talking about~!"

"Boy."

"Father."

They both went silent for what seemed to be an eternity. For anyone else, it must've felt like that. But for them, it was less than a second.

"I will do what I must do with my position, for the sake of my brethren. That's all, father. And if you have nothing else to say... goodbye."

The light in the center of the void disappeared. And swiftly, the only remaining light, in his rage and regret... disappeared as well.

Now, at the very bottom of the Dungeon, there was only darkness.

(I haven't done one of these in a long time. Short-ish lore post to give a taste of what's to come in the far future, as well as to let everyone know that this is still active. I'm just waiting on @Backbackback. Idk what's been up with him.)

Spoiler: Why you sleepin' babygirl?

"Zzzzzz...."

There wasn't even anything interesting going on other than cool fight scenes not sanctioned by famous TV shows. Unless the latest song "Bye Bye Bye" got anything to be more popular by Disney of all things, it shows that even something comedic and out of pocket could be interesting. This now, however? Definitely had that same shit shtick going on, though with a severe lack of racism from her fair lady's part. However...

"Oh, I heard someone die, Chesty~!"

And as this fight had been going for more than probably a few months due to inactivity from your truly, writing such long post had gotten to be the most laziest thing apart form waking up from bed and making a sandwich waiting for responses daily in the morning because some guy had the neat idea of joining something he had the complete timezone from.

"Rip bozo AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Not even a second later, the Pale Queen is back from her slumber laughing out her ass inside and out. The new Deadpool movie is a 10/10 btw.

 

[azontr]

In the distance, a red light shines passionately through the darkness. The sound of someone zipping through the air at high speeds slowly but surely approaches. The red light eventually crashes into the ground, crimson forces crackling around it. The red-skinned woman breathed heavily, looking around frantically.

"Wha... what the hell happened here!?" Demiólke breathed heavily, Sweat pouring down her crimson complexion.

 

[AThe1412]

Spoiler: Why you sleepin' babygirl?

"Zzzzzz...."

There wasn't even anything interesting going on other than cool fight scenes not sanctioned by famous TV shows. Unless the latest song "Bye Bye Bye" got anything to be more popular by Disney of all things, it shows that even something comedic and out of pocket could be interesting. This now, however? Definitely had that same shit shtick going on, though with a severe lack of racism from her fair lady's part. However...

"Oh, I heard someone die, Chesty~!"

And as this fight had been going for more than probably a few months due to inactivity from your truly, writing such long post had gotten to be the most laziest thing apart form waking up from bed and making a sandwich waiting for responses daily in the morning because some guy had the neat idea of joining something he had the complete timezone from.

"Rip bozo AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Not even a second later, the Pale Queen is back from her slumber laughing out her ass inside and out. The new Deadpool movie is a 10/10 btw.

"Hey, you're finally awake! Did you find anything more interesting while you were asleep?"

In the distance, a red light shines passionately through the darkness. The sound of someone zipping through the air at high speeds slowly but surely approaches. The red light eventually crashes into the ground, crimson forces crackling around it. The red-skinned woman breathed heavily, looking around frantically.

"Wha... what the hell happened here!?" Demiólke breathed heavily, Sweat pouring down her crimson complexion.

"Blondie is dead. Bad news! Grass is safe to touch. Good news!", the bird said.

 

[DaReaperMan]

In the distance, a red light shines passionately through the darkness. The sound of someone zipping through the air at high speeds slowly but surely approaches. The red light eventually crashes into the ground, crimson forces crackling around it. The red-skinned woman breathed heavily, looking around frantically.

"Wha... what the hell happened here!?" Demiólke breathed heavily, Sweat pouring down her crimson complexion.

"Ambush." Neltharion responded simply "Did you find anything? Or did your time go about as well as ours did?"

 

[azontr]

"We found a... big whale—?" Demiólke froze for a moment. Amalie was dead? She was... yeah, she was dead. She sniffed at the air, and she couldn't smell Amalie. At least, she could only smell what was left of her that'd been swiftly dried into the very Earth. Her expression contorted into a scowl, softened, scowled again, and kept going through the process of emotional turmoil until she was finally able to calm herself down.

"......" She sighed, "Can everyone walk? Or move, at least? We're calling this dive off. ASAP."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"We found a... big whale—?" Demiólke froze for a moment. Amalie was dead? She was... yeah, she was dead. She sniffed at the air, and she couldn't smell Amalie. At least, she could only smell what was left of her that'd been swiftly dried into the very Earth.

"......" She sighed, "Can everyone walk? Or move, at least? We're calling this dive off."

"I can walk, not without pain but... I can walk." Neltharion got to her feet, wincing as she kept ahold of Amalie's chest of wonders, a burning rage in her eyes directed at herself more than anything

"Armor doesnt do spit for shockwaves... why in the nine hells did I never think of that..."

 

[AThe1412]

"We found a... big whale—?" Demiólke froze for a moment. Amalie was dead? She was... yeah, she was dead. She sniffed at the air, and she couldn't smell Amalie. At least, she could only smell what was left of her that'd been swiftly dried into the very Earth. Her expression contorted into a scowl, softened, scowled again, and kept going through the process of emotional turmoil until she was finally able to calm herself down.

"......" She sighed, "Can everyone walk? Or move, at least? We're calling this dive off. ASAP."

"Leaving so early? Let's at least say goodbye to the whale before we go!"

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Leaving so early? Let's at least say goodbye to the whale before we go!"

"Last time some of us went and visited the whale, Amalie died because we split up. I'd rather keep Casualties to a minimum beyond her, thanks." Neltharion sighed "Lets try and get back up..." she murmured, looking up, and then to the craters where they landed coming down to the dungeon, and limped her way over

 

[Backbackback]

"Hey, you're finally awake! Did you find anything more interesting while you were asleep?"

"We found a... big whale—?" Demiólke froze for a moment. Amalie was dead? She was... yeah, she was dead. She sniffed at the air, and she couldn't smell Amalie. At least, she could only smell what was left of her that'd been swiftly dried into the very Earth. Her expression contorted into a scowl, softened, scowled again, and kept going through the process of emotional turmoil until she was finally able to calm herself down.

"......" She sighed, "Can everyone walk? Or move, at least? We're calling this dive off. ASAP."

"Oookkaayyy!" a voice replied behind her back. Without Chester knowing, or already did, The Lady in White was placing her hands on Demi's shoulder, bearing a smile at what just happened. People die when they are killed, obviously. So, seeing someone die either in front of her or heard from someone else's perspective wasn't a thing that could faze her... let alone even begin to introduce the concept of dread and sadness.

"Y'all heard Demi! We'll leave cuz our oh oh so dear friend died~" making crocodile tears mixed with slight giggle, "Just kidding~ Fufu..."

 

[azontr]

"Blythe, if your yapping doesn't stop in the next like, 4 seconds, I'm going to kill you." Demiólke rubs her temples to quell the fierce migraine now assaulting her brain. Demiólke looked back in the distance, sniffing out the nearby area for Dakath— she did bolt off without telling him.

(Where are Dakath and Demi in relation to the main group now?)

(You still up for this?)