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  1. Marigold gave an embarrassed chuckle "Let us say I have only just come into my vestiges as it were. A one Michael Commager....saved me from utter darkness" He said, taking the rosary around his neck in hand. It's thorn depictions remind him of the men that had only recently come into his life and changed it for the better. Li a light in his life as strong as the newly found Gaia was. He was in a strange position as he was an aggregate of both science and faith now. The Bond Energy coursing through him proof that both could coexist. His underlying goal in this mission being to prove that and test how far he could take it. His mechanical canine, xerxes trailing off to keep a perimeter check for any threats. Marigold eager to respond to Cadmium' concerns "I have been blessed with such capabilities, they are still new to me, but it is nothing I haven't researched greatly. Allow me" Marigold giving a nod toward Emile with a fresh smile as he felt a well of courage he hadn't known. An otherwise timid and analytical creature strengthened by A goddess who had given him A chance none ever had. The doctor stepping toward the blockage that impeded the start of their journey. He rested upon his knees before the boulder and retreated into his mind palace. An internal state of mind he had started to call 'The Beach'. It was not a place one could see directly, but upon looking at him now...there was a faint white glow that encapsulated him. The Beach dwelling within his very core and acting as the sanctum of his worship where Bond Energy thrived. Though he were machine, he felt no less human. He placed his hands against the stone and that aura surrounding him pooled into his palms before branching out across the boulder; causing it to fold into itself in brilliant geometric patterns each merging into the stone beside it until a threshold opened up to them and allowing to move through the mountains. Marigold coming out of his state and mind and looking almost surprised at his work. A smile blooming across his features as he eventually stood up and dusted off his knees. "The results were better than I anticipated!
  2. Oh I will absolutely be joining in, granted I am lacking a sheet for Reginald but that is being added to list for the weekend! The dead collaborations are always chaotic and exciting. I mean what can go wrong??
  3. Lagrimosa had offered him much in his short time here, but such harrowing mountains were not among the things he had quite expected. Marigold had gone through a renaissance that changed nearly every facet of his life. An experimental A.I though he had become, piloting a well made facsimile of himself; Still his conscience remained, the estranged scientist being forced to accept an otherwise impossible statistic. An energy of bonds coursed through him now and granted him the senses his mortal coil had grown accustomed to. Cadmium getting a persistence in finer details from him before he had finalized his arrival to The Bluarg Mountains. He was still getting accustomed to the mantle of Disciple, and felt the best way to apply his skills to Mike and Gaia as a whole...would be to assist Lagrimosa in it's affairs. A still wild and unknown landscape to him. He had made his home here and yet there was still much to see. He couldn't deny a level of excitement, an eagerness to finally step out of the miasma of madness he had been shouldering for far too long. Marigold was an easy man to spot from a distance. His paled features adorned in adventuring gear, pushing his pip hat up as he saw the party already gathering. His burgundy vest and slacks matching with a coffee brown undershirt. His mechanical canine moving from behind him and guarding his left side as he eventually arrived. The doctor giving A bow to the commanding figure "Dr. Marigold Ravenspire, forgive the lateness! I am very honored to be here" He said with enthusiasm. A white glow seen underlying his clothes, his joints, and even showed up in the violet of his eyes as he turned from Cadmium to Emile. His canine sitting at his side with a curious cock of it's angular head. "This is Xerxes, the oldest friend of mine" Marigold said with a chuckle, Xerxes barking at the mention of his name and swaying his segmented tail. Marigold taking a moment as he looked up at the mountains themselves in absolutely awe "One of the tallest mountain ranges in the world no less!" He crooned "I have done a fair amount of research upon learning of our target location. Oh Thaddeus was a pioneer! There is such potential for growth in a place so steeped in rich history" He had always wanted to explore this mountain range and he didn't want to waste such a chance. A new chapter was beginning in his life and he had been instilled with a motivation he though died a long time ago. He also wanted to learn all he could about the Ourea and there were few places better. "Who knows what wisdom Old Father still has to give hmm?"
  4. Same! Working on updating Marigold' sheet so it's not out of date; I'll reply tonight as well! Stoked for this one
  5. Marigold was getting used to being able to hear Tori without truly hearing her, and though he had grown accustomed to ear pieces of all sorts when it came to auditory tech...this felt a little more personal; as though her voice radiated from The Beach within his core directly into his ears. The doctor listening to her explanation of Server Z and it made sense that they would use a data storage facility for a technological marvel like The Sieve. Tori was indeed right that the guards were afflicted with more than just the common practices seen throughout Lagrimosa 'It is strange though...Kru'Gorah does not use chemical compounds; His tail has no stinger...why would he use chemicals now?' His words speaking to Tori without his lips moving at all as he adjusted to the mental communication with ease. Marigold' focus remaining on the estranged sister nervously tapping the holographic keyboard. Mike's telling gaze grooming him to keep their suspicion to a minimum. He had portrayed these roles in the past quite well. His demeanor nothing but supportive as he let Mike take the lead. His eyes scanning the...deformities the interior of this place started to show...as though they had perturbed a hostile nest. Tori' own scan conjoining with Marigold' as they both saw that there was indeed a presence that surrounded the facility. the same sinister aura that stabbed at the hearts of man. It was the energy source they had both been tracking for their entire journey here. It was a maelstrom of viscus, harrowing torment; Tori seeing through the psychic barrier of terror that there were indeed foreign devices attached to the various support pillars. Marigold citing to Tori that they possessed the same chemical the two guards were struck with. The entire server was rigged to not only erupt in fire, but release toxins that would spread for several blocks and plague the citizens greatly. Marigold feeling a sense of dread and gravity that had been steadily building up to this point. The nurses confused at first before the only one that had spoke to him, spoke up once more. A bead of sweat escaping down her trembling features. It was the first time Mike and Marigold had experienced Kru'gorah' Terror Feast. Marigold only understanding traces of the demon's dreadful magic, and it was difficult to understand for humans due to it's unquenchable hunger for them specifically. The air heavy with crippling bloodlust, as though The Djinn had been starved. Marigold steeling himself from the overwhelming urge to run. It reminded him of Roen, of Raphael...of Dredge....Laughing Stock. His corporeal form being lost to such monsters. "Please...right this way" She said, turning heel and leading them down the corrugated hall. Marigold holding onto every shred of courage he had left and walked in pace with Mike. The fluorescent lights overhead flickering at intermittent times and creating a sickening strobe effect that etched visages of an endless segmented tail Looping around the hall as though it were a predatory animal watching them as they passed. The twins leading them down into A wider atrium where various doorways led further into the building proper. The meek attendant pushing open the doors ahead of them where a blacked out room could barely be made out. Marigold's interior lighting and eyes providing a soft glow. The room so thick with this dread that the twins were frozen in their shoes as their eyes looked toward the deeper dark. A light illuminating in the shadows...a flame emanating from a flip lighter. A paled and horrifically scarred face illuminated behind it as they watched him light a cigarette. Tori picking up dozens of ramped up heartbeats clinging to the edges of the room "Some vork on keeping zem stalled" A thick norkotian accent rose from the dark, it's intent on the twins who were frozen in fear as The Terror Feast fed on them without mercy. Server Z illuminating behind them man and revealing his silhouette as the bright, pulsing lights of the holographic storage thrummed on. A far more sinister outline behind him. An endless tail encircling much of the storage as a demonic form could be seen in the server itself, somehow merging into it's banks. "I am here to make sure everyzing goes smoothly so I am afraid zat zis is as far as du vill go" The stranger spoke up once more, steeping forward and into the light that illuminated from the hall behind them. He was a lanky man of a short build, adorned in military fatigues and adorned in a dozen or so metal canisters all hanging off of bandoleers. The lower regions of his face obscured by a gas mask with terrible chemical burns decorating the rest of his face. A toxin pair of green hued eyes looking from Marigold to Mike with a cold contemplation. The cigarette being vented through the mask and billowing out the smoke in a constant stream. A pair of detonators in his hands as he waved his hands toward either side of the enshrouded space. A dozen or more hostage all lining the walls with A metallic canister strapped to their chests. Most of them as frozen as the twins were due to the overwhelming pressure Kru'Gorah' presence gave off, feeding off the fear his hostages were drowning in. "Make a move und it vill be Biazo all over again, eh Herr Commager?"
  6. Marigold was not expecting the hug, but it was welcomed all the same. His synthetic form something that was still taking time to get used to, but feeling the embrace of a daughter that was not from his timeline, but still felt attached to all the same. She had gone through a great deal and from the memories he had reviewed. Much was different from her plane of existence. His hand running through her hair in a moment of vulnerability Arashi had issues showing. The fact that she missed him regardless made traced a sorrowful smile across his features. He could so many passions in her eyes justified and nodded as she explained her mission and her employer being a third version of them with unknown, sinister ideals. "So then this original as it were seeks unification in some capacity. That is indeed concerning, and it makes me wonder of your methods. If you followed in my footsteps then surely you know her intentions are sinister? She would not send you here to assault your own kin and kidnap with amicable intent" He explained, wondering what her employer' intentions were and why such acts of exaggerated violence were needed. He remembered days where he had employed such tactics and all the pain they sewed...none of it would bring peace. Marigold broke from the hug and rested a hand on her cheek as he gave her a warm smile. A smile she knew well from her own timeline. It was the smile he gave when he looked upon his daughter. The one only a father could make to reassure his daughter. "You have suffered greatly dear child...I can see all the passions you inspire completely justified. I suppose it is comforting in a way to know that a me from a completely different set of circumstances still managed to be graced with you as my daughter...deeper than flesh and blood. Do you understand? It is a concept I believe can change hearts and minds. Bonds that exist within all of us and connect us no matter the distance" He said putting her hand in his "We are connected by these threads that will never break, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt...I love and forgive you" He said giving her a warm kiss on the forehead "and that is a bond that will never break between us. I wont let your employer kill you, nor will I allow you to kidnape A daughter I love just as much. You are both my children and there is always a third option. Come with me" Marigold leading her out of the cell by her hand and through the corridor where she saw the familiar halls of The Imperium. the droids and robots working with a life that she hadn't seen before as though they had their own personalities. Each one humming a tune in unison as they worked tirelessly. Marigold giving them a wave as they all nodded their respect towards their creator before continuing on with their work "The damage you caused with that fight is already being repaired, but these are not mere droids...I believe with these threads of bond they themselves can be the very heart of this facility; It gives them pride and in return gives me pride. I don't want it to just be cold steel and metal...I want it to be a home for wayward souls willing to put effort into something that will truly be...something magnificent" She saw such passion in him as he spoke these words, he truly believed in what he was doing here. They arrived back to the many engineering halls he had scattered throughout the facility. Stormbreaker seeing her suit of armor scattered across a worktable in thousands of pieces each with a holographic print. He had recorded every scrap of tech she had and was currently cataloging it into his own data banks. "I want you to contact your employer from here, and I want to talk to her hmm? Sound fair? If perhaps I can somehow come to a compromise with her than this can all be sorted out before any irreversible mistakes are made. Granted, Rivana...might not think that but she is an incredibly stubborn girl" He said with a sigh as he sat next to the cockpit of the suit and waved her over "So, think you can do it?" he asked warmly
  7. Oh I gots to get in on this. Marigold would be all over this! Being a disciple under commager would definitely feed into his reasoning!
  8. "Mr. Lockheed" He had been a worm that walks for eons, A being of immortality that proved what a disaster it could be for what could pass through the annals of time unscathed? What made one whole more then the sum of their memories? Reginald didn't even remember the man he had come from, so what even made him who he was now? A drive for arcane knowledge with some whimsy? Precious things existed for every soul, and for him, those precious things were his memories. He heard his name, but turned to find A man tailored in immaculate robes. Reginald raising his hand to wield a defensive spell only to find flesh where there once was only his disguise. His fingers feeling real, as if there were no worms writhing beneath the surface. His arcane mind would have known if this were an illusion...had the siren siphon gotten this strong? Pulling on memories he didn't even remember having? Reginald touching his face, and once again feeling true contact. "It is not the time to be fooling around...your assembly awaits you" The man before spoke with reverence and tact Reginald hearing everything, but understanding none of it. An assembly? He looked around to try and find where Shikai and Phobe had gone, but all around him was just a magnificent hall of silvers and golds with wall sconces that touted blue flamed torches. He himself dressed in what appeared to be a robe made of space with living stars brightening and dimming intermittently. His feet starting to move without his consent and the two of them moved down the brilliant hall toward a wide mouthed threshold. A congregation of a thousand and one robed figures standing in attention the moment Reginald enters the massive atrium. There was a striking anticipation that could be felt, and the wizard felt his mind snap back into a place it had forgotten for so very long. "Hail our Magus Supreme, he who will lead us to arcane singularity. Reginald Thaydrenn Omeya Lockeheed The Third. The third generation continuing our legacy!" Their hands all raising in unison as they chanted the name of their leader. Reggie feeling as though two completely different selves were merging in an instant. Phobe and Shikai watching a blue glow encroach Reginald before the floor itself swallowed him whole. Phoebe' words of warning never reaching the aloof mage' ears. The two being left on their own as they entered this offshoot from the crumbling storage room behind them. A smattering of broken chairs and rotten tables seemingly the only interesting aspects of this otherwise barren room. The only clues as to where Reginald had gone was simply the direction, as he had sunken into the floor itself. A groan beginning to rattle the mountain kingdom around them as something stirred. It had been a long time since such power as the three members Dead were drawn in, and to their dismay. It was pleased. A chunk of the floor giving way within the room and revealing that there was indeed floors farther beneath them. A rotted array of once glossy wood leading down what appeared to be a massive marketplace. Shikai feeling a twitch of pain as duel perspectives started to fight his vision. It was as though he was looking at himself...high up and obscured. A realization curling around his eye socket as these two perspectives met and within the darkness of this markeplace, far down into the reaches of this mountain. He saw his own eye staring back at him; in a skull that was not his own, before it too much like their eager arcanist...vanished. A challenge almost for it's other half. A city of it's own had existed within the depths of Ogg-Machus, now a crumbling shadow of itself forever lost to time. The pair feeling as though they were likely the first souls hear in centuries as their footprints left imprints in the collected dust. Broken cobblestone roads leading through large walkways with cubic housing that was cracked and malnourished of repairs. There came from the shadows a slew of disturbing beasts; massive inky black wolves with eyes that dotted their entire form, dripping with pus and savagery in their gazes. The weeping wolves emitting a howl that was more akin to a scream as the pair saw more these creatures emerge from the rooftops as they spotted their quarry. The siren siphon attracted more than just foolish adventurers, but the very beasts that called Yh'mi home aswell. A wave of that pulsing blue energy washing over them; Phoebe feeling that this intermittent wave of blue was disrupting her psionics. A pack of these abomination taking the initiative as they charged forth toward the pair, their strangled howls making it difficult to verbally plan with eachother. Their eyes widening in feral excitement as they leaped forth toward both Phoebe and Shikai with hungering intent.
  9. Michael and Tori worked well together and their hypothesis combined had a great deal of merit. Marigold doing a great deal of research on this creature, unlike Dredge, it was as though he were the enemy of humanity itself. Depictions of his visage going as far back as recorded history. He was a level of cunning that seeped through the pnuematics of marigold's form, into his humanity. He didn't understand how they could remain so calm. He still had nightmares of what had transpired in Ceyena, and now they were about to face something almost designed to suffer the world itself! A moment of pause taking place as they passed the guards, his eyes giving them a more pervasive investigation, as he attempted a touch that warranted no reaction. "Gray skin...and blackened veins; A chemical likely introduced through their respiratory system..." He relayed back to mike as they carried on. "My theoretical gut is telling me that there is indeed a third party...some sort of chemist" The dome catching him off guard as it felt as though it were twice the size on the inside. The rings fascinating in their own right, cataloging some design ideas for later use. The reception desk now ahead of them. A pair of women working on clerical work. Marigold running through the many excuses and lies he had come up with over the years. Marigold nodding his head toward security cameras that focused on their arrival. "I suggest you take the lead, given your station, and say we're here to tour facility?" He offered quickly. He had used that in the past and given Michael's astounding charisma. It was a viable strategy. His eyes keeping tracking of the cameras as he followed Michael's lead. The two receptionist adorned in sleek business casual with black pinstripes and pink buttons; Blonde hair woven into tight buns. The twins matching as they always did for work. Both of their smiles never quite reaching their faces as they approached. Michael feeling a gravitas in the air the closer he got to the receptionist' desk. Their detection picking up strong trails of the demon's loathsome aura everywhere within Server Z; clinging to these two girls as they greeted him timidly, but only one managing to keep eye contact. Her fingers pensive and shaky on the holographic keyboard as her sister beamed at Michael. "It is an honor to see you Mr. Commager!" She said gingerly, her eyes flicking over toward Marigold before returning to The Bastion's "What can we help you with today sir? Our services are limited due to server maintenance, but we will do the best we can to assist you!" Marigold pinging Tori silently as his eyes flicked over toward the sister who was typing in a redundant manner that didn't match any clerk he had seen before. She kept pressing upon the H key for almost fifteen seconds before switching to the letter E.
  10. The clattering of swords and shouts continued to echo and grow louder as they continued through this cramped hall. Reginald agreeing with her that his physical prowess was lacking. Phoebe taking the lead as Reginald rested a hand upon her back. A spell thrumming through her back and giving her better vision in the dark. The wizard feeling a strange pull every-time he used magic in this place and wondered how strong The Siphon' lure was. It would have taken a great deal of sacrifice for it to have grown in such a time. Mist clung to their shoes and crawled up their legs; growing cold and bitter as another blue pulse rippled across their forms and drew out desires that were once lost to time, a song Reginald had long forgotten humming lowly in his throat as he followed closely behind Phoebe. Shikai feeling as though the floor was giving behind him as darkness swallowed their rear guard. The material of the hallway beginning shift from carved stone to something porous and waterlogged; Droplets of murky water pattering them overhead. Reginald inspecting the walls curiously as they moved, finding the change disturbing. "This certainly wasn't in the history" Reginald said, touching the wall and watching as it squirmed and writhed like his true nature. "Definately not" He emphasized An hour passing by before they saw any change in their trek through mist and murky water. The mouth of this hallway finally opening up to reveal a much different architecture. The floors, walls, and ceiling made up of this gray, porous material. It looked to have been a station for minecarts that would travel throughout the rest of the mountain. A dozen or so rotten mine carts scattered across the floor, most of the rails were rust eaten and degraded with a massive hole in the center, both ceiling and floor. A familiar sound of combat resounding from the hole in the floor. Voices being just barely heard. Phoebe found that her psyionics were becoming difficult to manifest, like a sword being caught in it's sheath, but managed to detect that there were only two fighting below. The psion noticing that Reginald had to weave his symbols in the air multiple times before they actual worked. An enchantment being cast on the two of them that allowed for greater stealth. "If The Siphon is strong enough to disrupt magic like this...then it could get quite tricky indeed." Reginald whispered to the both of them, keeping toward the entrance of the tunnel if they went to investigate the combat below. The sight was a gruesome as A chalky pale man struggled against an orc in a savage grappling match; Both tossed in their own blood, and emaciated. The room they were in appeared to be A storage for the carts themselves as they fought atop the broken porous floor. Their eyes the same blue that rippled through the air in that strange pulse as the orc tossed the man over his shoulder and slammed him to the floor "It's mine! It listens to me!" He cried as he attempted to strange him. The man screaming back and flailing his feet "Calls to me, me, me! Not you!" He cried back as his fingers splintered against the orc's skin as he clawed relentless. A bloody mess those of weaker constitution would feign from. The man pushing his head up with force and sinking his teeth into the orc's nose and tearing it off his face with a font of crimson that spattered the rubble they fought on. The orc screaming in agony and rage as he topped off the side and into a broken cart, spearing him through. "I am worthy!" The man called out in reverence and madness; his eyes meeting theirs in a moment of confusion and surprise before another ripple coursed through both rooms and trickled into their desired. When the effect bathed over the man, they watched him waste away before their very eyes. His feet sinking into the floor before his knees did as though his entire body was folding in on itself like a house of cards. "Do you hear that? It's that music again! It sounds so...familiar..." They heard Reginald from across the room as continued to explore in the meantime. He had pushed open a door barely hanging on it's hinges as the pulse traveled across him, and they too heard the music he had been rambling about in the halls. A soft orange light glinting farther into the room Reginald was investigating. Neither of them knew the origin of this foreign music, but it's archaic nature seemed familair upon the disguised Reginald's face. The strange desire they were experienced was upon his face in that moment, eyes glinting an ephemeral blue as he vanished deeper into the room. That music beginning to grow fainter as though it were moving farther away.
  11. Bond Energy was a gift that wasn't Marigold' alone as it was only created when the fading power of The Imperium was nourished with the light of Gaia. Mike inadvertently brought it to life with only his good intentions. It's influence was already beginning to show across the facility as white light replaced the cool blue. Threads connecting the panels to the hard working robots who repaired them as life was being given to what was once just machine. It was solidarity given form all the while the two wayward souls made their way to the kingdom of technology. Marigold himself trying to understand the readings he was getting from The Imperium as it was apparent that the power was steadily It growing, but it was of a different source...something....stronger. It engrossed much of his thinking as they traveled together, but Mike's connection to him helped pull him into their humble campfire talks. The embers crackling from the fire glinting against his face; his cerulean gaze entranced by the flames as Mike explained the mystifying city. It sounded wondrous and though their mission was dangerous, the ghost inside the machine yearned for the possibilities such a place could bring "You have gone through hell, my friend, and still have the strength to persist as light itself...I can see all the passions you inspire are completely justified. I can only hope your efforts with me aren't wasted. Your talents could save so much more than...Me" Marigold spoke up; the words his words having a gravitas of a man who shared in the mutual suffering this world can bring. Tori being able to transcribe a level of data about Marigold that was impossible for any other human simply because his human conscience had also become an A.I. A level of commiserating that could be shared with mere glances. This conversation unfolding over more campfires and horseback rides across lush fields that brought them closer to their destination. He had always used words as a mere tool, and felt they fell short when he wanted them to be meaningful. He could still feel Raphael' sword at his throat as though it were a wraith that always reminded him how easily he had given in to A foe beyond power. He wondered what words Mike would have had in that moment. Marigold once again being pulled out of his stupor amidst the horse, bearing witness to the majesty that was Hell's Gate. "That Roen character was some sort of demon, and he revealed to me that they are more twisted than I had thought. Their perceptions of love and obsession are terrifying to the human scope, but Kru'Gorah does not share his aptitude for modern delights...it is strange that he would risk interfering here. There is merit in your theory; He must be here for some technological purpose" Marigold watching Mike's projection of Kru'Gorah' presence was revealed. The calquarts' own detection projecting in unison as there wasn't any more doubt where he could be. Kru'Gorah had to be here. "Server Z? You think he has such an aptitude?..." Marigold questioned. A cluster of images projected from his gaze and revealing scarce sightings of Dredge and Kru'Gorah together at Shawnee, and another with the nation owned by that strange kitsune woman "Who knows what he might of picked up. He has the mentality of A serial killer and they only ever change their habits when they are starved for attention...I don't believe this is Legion related. It doesn't match any of Dredge's motives." He felt a rustic charm in riding toward the peak of civilization atop a creature that has seen humanity through many of it's trials throughout history, bypassing the heavy security thanks to Mike's position, and entering the city proper. The inspiring sights captivating him as holographic advertisements lit up against a transport as it whizzed by on light rails. His interest stemmed by the persistent tracker they both shared. There was time for sight-seeing later he supposed as they continued toward their destination. Server Z a collection of backup data and latent files that slipped through the cracks; essentially a net for incomplete data and unusable code. "It makes even less sense that it's this server right? He couldn't access major functions unless he had A direct link" Marigold rambled, going through several sub processes in his thoughts; The signature beginning to grow stronger now as the chill ran up their spine. The terror here almost palpable. A dozen or so strips of holographic tape with 'stay out' barred their way through. A pair of guards standing their in silence and seemed un-phased by Mike's presence. Citizens and the usual bustle quieter here as though the terror that tinged air kept them at bay. Marigold getting off his horse and scanning the two as an unease set over them. "Move along" They both said in unison without moving Their vitals are...level, but...something is in their bloodstream. A toxin of some sort Marigold recited to Tori through their link as he looked toward Mike. A sudden anticipation making the air thick as the two guards repeated their command and remained still, unmoving. Tori picking up that time that it was a...recording that was looping. "None of this matches his patterns...he...he must be working with someone else..." Marigold whispered to Mike.
  12. I too am taking on the new dealings of construction and figuring out various ways of using tech. The Imperium is a good example of trial and error it has been blown up more than a few times, and while that sets the finished product back, it is still progress through the drama of character exchanges. @King wasn't expected and it was the first time I roleplayed with him, yet Raphael' exchange with Marigold haunts me In the best of ways. He may not even know how well he contributed to the overall plot, and from there The Imperium had taken on something it never would have had Marigold been just a calm slate, and now it's doing better than ever! The long and short of it is don't be afraid to let complications integrate into the construction process or what have you, progress is perspective and failure opens up infinite growth for your character. Marigold would never have been as thrilling of a character for me had everything gone as planned.
  13. The first audition to arrive was likely to be the most outlandish of all as it was a circus. The ringleader a strange man dressed in fantastical garb from head to toe. A myriad of purples, greens, and blues dressed his lithe form with more buttons and pouches that were likely necessary. His face almost a plaster white engrossing a pair of lively, slitted eyes of caustic auburn. His hair shaded with various greens though a grandiose top hat hid most of it. His smile almost...too wide, yet he had filled out all the appropriate forms and necessities, though the information was estranged at best. He brought only a single cart with him. It's design as outlandish as he was as it had nearly a dozen of doors on each side with ladders that were mounted horizontally and led only to other doors that could be accessed without it, and even stranger still was that it was being pulled by A miniature cow that seemed to have no trouble with it's work load. Thurgood finding the name itself strange to say "Lazarus" and it was in that moment they saw him mount the stage, kicking his legs out with exaggeration with each step. The cow pulling the cart stopping at the back of the stage and giving the many doors a directly relief upon the stage. Lazarus giving a flourishing bow before the crowd and Aveline and Thurgood. His smile reaching ear to ear as his eyes were like maddened wildfire "This will be my first debut! Won't that be fun?! There was that village in Genesaris, but boy was that a curtain call Haha!" His voice oily and manic as he put emphasis on unnecessary letters. A laugh track emanating from the cart in bizarre fashion "Stark Raving Circus! Won't this be fun? Haha!" One of the doors on his cart bursting open on this cue, and a brilliant green carpet rolled forth like an exaggerated tongue and ended just at the Lazarus' feet. A troupe of dogs marching from the depths of the cart and down the cart: A mastiff made of chocolate, a corgi with absurdly tall legs, A pitbull dressed as a court squire, and a husky with A light bulb crown and massive paws. Lazarus pulling a trumpet from underneath his coat beginning to play as his dogs started to stand atop one another with the Husky at the top. His light bulbs beginning to light up in various colors as they swayed with at times with great stress, but recovering seamlessly as they moved to their master's music. A second door on the cart opened on cue and with awe and surprise; A massive black bear squeezed through the entrance. A monocle and top hat being his most defining features. The bear moving to the farthest edge on one side of the stage, standing on two legs, and revealing an incredibly small hoop. The bear beginning to whistle a tune alongside the trumpet, and the dogs leaped, one after another, through the hoop and landed on their front paws with their back paws hoisted in the air; once again...stacked atop each-other in impossible fashion. The bear taking the hoop and squeezing it past his top hat and managing it around his muzzle before slowly sliding it down his hefty form...and thinning him out before their very eyes as he spun the hoop around his hips. What they were seeing was a show the likes of which simply didn't exist in Valucre...it was a style of madness all it's own. The third door opening and unleashing a geyser of water that erupted onto the stage, and seemed contained in some unseen effect. A jaguar dressed as an umpire skating across the wave atop a stylish and phosphorescent surfboard. The jaguar revealing a large rubber ball in it's teeth as Lazarus jumped in place and clicked his heels, aiming the trumpet in the air. Flames shooting forth from the trumpet as The Jaguar threw the rubber ball through it. The fiery projectile soaring toward the bear and landed upon it's nose perfectly, continuing to hula hoop as he balanced the flaming ball. and the chaos on stage only grew as more doors opened and revealed A giraffe in a turtle neck while another brought A dozen dodo birds onto the stage that started to sing a marvelous piece of opera music.. He had no concept of 'stage time limits' and continued with new material for another hour, and still it was as though he had more to show before he was cut off. The animals returning to their respective doors as both the carpet, and tidal wave receded before it was once again just Lazarus on stage "Good luck explaining that to your aunt HA!" Lazarus rattled off, barking in laughter
  14. Terracotta had taken a seat eagerly as the discussion started as soon as they entered. Khan's representatives continue to bicker among themselves; both suspicious and curious of the foreign dignitaries that had arrived. The estranged man listened to Khan as he spoke and then respectively listening to Shikai, nodding eagerly at his suggestions on how to handle the town. They were indeed excellent tactics! A massacre was a loss in valuable assets, and such things were outrageous to clean up! Terracotta taking a different mask from his belt and looking around the room in curiosity for several moments before placing it back on his belt and joining the conversation once more; beaming a smile at Khan "Well lucky for you there are two new potential friends ready to make your life easier! I am afraid I'm quite an...old soul so the military jargon and tactics are lost on me, but I have been on a bit of a building project of my own so I am feeling quite creative! That is to say if you are agreeable with my methods!" He said eagerly and demonstrated as his chair levitated and from it's legs sprouted more legs; Terracotta now sitting atop a tower of chairs that nearly struck the roof before they collapsed in upon themselves as though a balloon had popped. The mage landing back on the ground gracefully and shaking his hands in showman fashion "If you have the designs and the materials you need used set out, I dare say I can have them all done by this time tomorrow!" He cheered A message being sent to Shikai's mind as telepathy tethered their thoughts for a moment That will leave me quite drained! Think you can handle that little hamlet by your lonesome? @danzilla3 @Agent Knockout
  15. Marigold was not accustomed to the ways of A protector. A recess of guilt called to him when he associated such ideals with his actions before...It felt insulting the lives he had taken in utter madness. It would take time for such things to heal. The villagers of Hyde inspired him so and that recess of self deprecation felt miles away. The sisters, Rivana and Fye...polar opposites and yet bonded like adhesive. An impossible equation, His concern would have lead him to stop their egress to Hyde. A logic dictated time for planning proper...so why then did he trust Moshra so implicitly? She had been the first he had seen leaving Antigone. He felt as though he had known her for years longer; Both pulled from their mania and darkness. Mike had been the final candle to bring his soul to light, and he felt as though...that mantle of Protector wasn't impossible afterall. Tori' receiving much from The Imperium' archives. One of the only surviving facility functionalities. It's storage coated in a rare alloy and kept his data alive. She also noticed that his personal data was being stored and constantly updated as though it were cataloging his very thoughts. The Calquarts connecting him to the facility itself and allowing him a level of control no matter the distance, though more power would need to be generated for him to use more taxing abilities; Even stranger still was that though the power was being steadily drained, an incremental return was being processed. He was connected to the facility now, and with the addition of Mike's own magic and Gaia herself...had created A Bond Reactor. A new type of energy Tori had never seen before. Marigold was being powered by his bonds A quiet fell over them for some time as they had left The Imperium. Marigold deep in thought as usual as he digested Mike's concern of the Wolves. He believed in their strength since he had seen it first hand, but he too, believed in this Djinn's veracity. "I do indeed, Moshra has an earpiece that connects to me directly...Thraice built that town with them. He's much like you in that way. A stubborn paladin of the people as it were. Moshra was once A leader of bandits and had tried to attack Hyde. Thraice himself bringing their conscience number to one, Her; Offering mercy in return for hard work. That's the shortened version of Hyde's tale anyways, many of those men who sent us off are likely descendants of those bandits made villagers. I am not aware of the full scope of Kru'Gorah' communication abilities so I told her to only contact me in Emergencies; Worry can be reckless" Marigold opening a small notebook, an archaic device that still he wrote in with A Pen. He was going to keep a collection of notes he made on his journeys. "Hell's Gate is a city I've yet to visit, and have heard little about. Would you mind filling me in?" He asked. Mike noticing that the calquarts almost seemed to glow brighter as Marigold gave him a soft, endearing smile that turned excited as his eyes widened eagerly "I've heard that it is a technological marvel! Though we aren't sight seeing; I still feel I can learn much in the ways of progress. I was never taught proper and decided to seek the knowledge myself...I can only imagine how scholars of science achieve their dreams..."
  16. They had all reached the mouth of the cavern and could feel a gravitas around the decrepit pillars that barely kept the stone threshold entrance aloft. Reginald having an effective disguise technique due to his aberrant nature, but Phoebe could easily tell in his eager and excitable disposition that it was the aloof worm wizard. Reginald giving a whimsical wave "What excellent timing! This is our first mission together, the three of us! Isn't that exciting? My knowledge of the modern world is...ever growing as it were. I was imprisoned for quite time; Long enough to lose the sense of which era I was in. Quite the kerfuffle. The fortunate thing is that I had collected hundreds of empty tomes and enchanted them to transcribe history as it came, just in case I were to lose myself for a period too long. It's a disaster that is going to take me decades to sift through, but poppcock and all that. The important bit is this" he rambled, revealing a tome from one of his various pouches. "A history on this particular mountain kingdom, transcribed long ago! I had informed Shikai of our situation on the journey here" Reginald giving her the book; a ratty blue leather bound tome with a rusted clasp. A sigil of a throne with a holographic eye over it's cover. "We are after a relic known as The Siren Siphon. A powerful bit of enchantment magic was imparted into this trinket and caused obsession over it in others...to the point of starvation and sacrifice. It is said that it absorbs it's followers weakened bodies, and why this very Kingdom vanished and crumbled within a week's time. A population of eight hundred..." Reginald drifted off in his explanation as his eyes were drawn toward the mouth of the cave. Phoebe now seeing what the other two had been seeing since they came in eye contact with the abandoned mountain kingdom. A strange pulsing light emanating through the cracks of the mountain itself, even seen glinting deeper into the mouth of the entrance. There was undoubtedly a sense of unease that curled around their ankles and prickled at their knee joints. This light of shimmering blue was a thrall that called to them; A desire to be wanted, and fought over. "This will relic will allow me to finish Shikai' artifact, and most assuredly expand our potential! It will be dangerous of course, but I believe in the both of you! I don't know what is to be expected after this much time, so be on your guard!" Reginald curling his finger and lighting it ablaze; Darkness giving way to light as the three entered the mountain empire turned graveyard. The halls of stone were now cracked and mossy with many a pillar toppled over and left desecrated. The minimal light from outside soon shrinking in the presence of the dark. Reginald' light encircling the flame as they continued through the massive hall. The dwarven architecture rich in it's history as ever stone imparted cracked and eroded words. Reginald curiously looking over them as they moved deeper in "It was said that they managed to hollow out nearly the entire mountain! What we're after is the throne, which should be at the center!" He chimed eagerly, wagging the flame finger about in time with his explanation. A central chamber being reached with a massive dais at it's center in the shape of A hammer. Light had become choked as they were now surrounded by thresholds that led into different parts of the mountain. The shuddering blue hue cascading through each entrance and seeming to radiate from deeper within. Each wave of iridescent blue prickled their skin as it washed over them. A shift in the air occurring. Reginald turning toward one of the farther corridors and was transfixed on an unseen interest "Do you hear that?...it...sounds like music?" They didn't hear anything and instead felt a sense of Deja Vu...something both Shikai and Phoebe had lost that was precious to them...somehow they felt as though it was here; A piece of themselves they could restore somehow. A sudden ringing of metal against metal ricocheted across the dilapidated walls that emanated from the central threshold ahead of them. It sounded like the familiar tenor of combat. Reginald snapping from his estranged focus and looked at the other two with confusion, and excitement "Sounds like we may not be the only ones here, or perhaps it is a trap! The arcane nature of this place is...disturbing to say the least." He warned as moved toward the central threshold and put his hands together, extinguishing the flame, and instead enveloping the three in a shimmering field of purple aura that faded from sight after a moment or two. He knew things could get dangerous and it was time to get ready, and after they were all prepared, started to head down the central threshold. a slimmer hallway of cracked stone. The darkness in this hall particular feeling as though it threatened their breathing. Their shoulders touching either side of the halls as they filed their way through for what felt like...hours. The pressure this place exuded and the darkness it housed conquered weak wills, and the mental endurance became apparent as their seemed no end to this hall. Reginald quiet, in a rare display, as he focused his arcane pressure to pinpoint where this relic was @Noko @danzilla3
  17. Marigold's eyes were akin to light bulbs in their ever shifting phosphorescence; Sub routines allowing him multiple lines of thought at once. It had been impossible without a suitable power source. The calquarts solving that problem and more as it too glowed with the same blue hue atop his multipurpose metallic pack; A direct source of power that would allow expeditions for the first time in nearly a month after the disaster that had befallen the facility. He would face these odds; science leveled the playing field. Marigold listening to Toiri curiously as she gave a most astute observation. It was indeed possible that he was using a third party to expedite his...feasting...but for what? Marigold snapping out of his fog and nodding at Mike's question. Rivana being elbowed by moshra "Oh! Right, this...creepy scale or whatever. I saw this and moved closer to get it" She said, pulling from her pack a piece of cloth, opening it, and revealing a piece of sinister demon flesh. "This certainly helps my theory" Marigold said, observing it with a careful eye "Those spikes he leaves as totems...are made from him somehow; I believe I will be able to triangulate his position by using this as the third point" He unveiled from one of the ports on his backpack a small satellite dish; Lighting up and beginning to slowly rotate. Marigold taking the sliver of wicked carapace and wedging it in between to conducting points underneath the satellite itself "Once we are in the city limits, this will lead us to where his source is strongest" He said with a faint smile. "What if he dies while we are jacking around in Hell's Gate?" Rivana spoke up with frustration "Rivana, if we can cut him from-" "We can't just leave Thraice to die!" The wolven taking a few steps back and gripping her fists. Her eyes focused on that barely visible red dot in Hyde...it had to be The Mayor...a signal. "I'm going to go get him back" She snarled and sprinted off. A near blur as she left. Marigold having no chance to react as both Moshra and Fye immediately chased after her "We will catch up with you, Go!" Moshra called "Stubborn as mountain" Their gazes meeting and Marigold felt weak in the soften hues of her gaze. The doctor sighing as they too departed and ran a hand through his hair "A willful family; I believe in their strength so Hell's Gate remains our destination" They departed post haste, moving through the steadily growing village around the imperium. The hyde villagers enduring in their own way; many looking upon the two as they left and raised their tools, their hoes, their shovels, their axes, and spears. A sign of respect and safe travel. Marigold had grown quite fond of these folk. They were outcast races that had banded together. He knew getting Thraice back was imperative. A good deed insures another and such men were needed for this world to thrive. Their journey taking them to Hell's Gate...a city he had dreamed of seeing, and yet hadn't the chance. He was dumbfounded when he looked upon it's modern brilliance. His eyes taking in every bit of decisive tech he could see. The satellite pointing directly toward the gront gates, indicating they were on the right path.
  18. "Our wonderful general here is quite correct; The core members of our organization hols tremendous power. Such allies are beyond useful, and the friends you make along the way!" He jeered excitedly, listening to every word Khan spoke as they started to make their way to the assembly building proper. "It sounds like there a few tasks we could aide in; I am quite the savant at the arcanum, and know a few tricks that are otherwise extinct. A plan, if I may, could be a rapid transmogrifcation with a hint of animation! I dare say if you have any sketches of quaint little blue...paw prints?...I could make it practically build itself! This will take a great deal of mana so perhaps, in the meantime, our esteemed Generalie Mortis could handle this nasty little squatters." He cocked his head to the side as he looked to his partner for his thoughts and opinions "That of course, going off without a hitch, will bring us on course to hoodwinking a glorious mother of ships!" A positivism about Terracotta as took a seat in the air and sat in mid air. "I don't want to bring about the jinx, but I do believe this will be a fantastic partnership!"
  19. "Static magic!" She doted back, giving up on her tickles; hating getting gut punched. She was the physically weakest out of the sisters and Moshra had taken her training in a different direction. Her magical prowess substantial. The feline hovering over Arashi and watching what she was doing, enjoying being around her big sister's presence. Moshra laughed at her daughter's concern "We wolf are immune to poison, makes us strong!" She rebuffed with a hearty laugh. The familiarity making Arashi almost feel at home for the first time in what felt like years. No fear, or concern. Stormbreaker a burden she no longer had to bare alone. "Pfft, Mr. Marigold buys it for me duh. He doesn't like sweets" She said, adding a whisper "I tried to feed him cookies" Moshra laughing again, for a wolven of ice and frost. She was at her warmest when her children were around. Fye getting what Arashi needed while only scooping one finger in the tub and pranced off with her treat, stepping up on her tippy toes and raising a finger up to Moshra's muzzle. Her eyes confused for a moment before leaning down and nipping the tip of Fye's finger gently. Fye giggling and nuzzling her mother's forehead. Marigold had finished his research, and watched with curiosity at the sudden activity in the kitchen all of a sudden. They all had enormous appetites. It was a fortunate thing he no longer needed to eat, a melancholic smile on his lips. He hadn't realized how much he had grown toward all of them. A desire...love...and affection toward Moshra that hadn't existed since the very first love of his life. It was impossible to quantify and it contradicted a great deal of his principles, but...somehow...the A.I was still a man at it's core. One who had fallen in love; Both eyes and thoughts moved toward the camera in Stormbreaker's cell. His expression crestfallen. It was the first time he wondered what kind of Man Renji truly was? Marigold thought there was nothing but a brick wall and he was being launched toward it without any chance of diversion...They had once been terribly similar...but things were much different now. He rose to his feet and marched out of the information nest, a room swathed in blue light from the numerous screens. He made his way toward the cells and stood in front of Stormbreaker's door. His expression...soft. She had seen much in her lifetime, an infinite amount of betrayal that steeped her bones...yet she saw no ill will as he looked at her with warmth, and sadness...a sadness in understanding. "I am sorry that things became so heated, I hadn't expected any of this honestly." Marigold started. A sincere candor to her voice as he kept in eye contact with her, sitting before the door and holding his hands against the door. The skin illuminating with a blue hue as screens started to appear on the door's reinforced glass. They were digitized memories from himself. she saw through Marigold's perspective as Roen and Raphael, two gods in his mortal eyes, held his life in their hands. The latter wielding a blade an inch from his throat...Marigold hadn't felt such terror or another where she witnessed the fall of Ceyena through her alternate father's eyes. A thousand deaths in an instant, crushed under and alien civilation who were just as terrified as he was. She saw her other self as a hopeless child. Marigold traveling for miles a day, depriving himself of water so that she could continue before they reached town in time. Each of their journies dangerous, and long. She could see just how much time they had spent together...but alone. Marigold was in a depth of darkness and Arashi was an anomaly he couldn't explain. She saw the first time they traveled to Hyde. Arashi riding on Marigold's back as they dragged their way into town dog tired...that was where Arashi had met Moshra for the first time. A wide smiling mountain of a wolf that greeted them with sheer warmth. "The world is dark, and terrible. It can be frightening. and hopeless...but you are the very reason why it's worth fighting for. You've not a clue do you? How impossible you are right now, to be sitting here...listening to a father you witnessed dying at the hands of a man I respect highly. Impossible, yet here we are." Marigold standing up and pushing his hands through the door, his form moving through the glass as though it were a field. Marigold entering the room without opening the door and tilted his head "Having full control over the molecular structure of that particular glass increases security, even if you slay me where I stand. That door shan't open I'm afraid. I want a chance for us to actually get to know eachother. You are Arashi aren't you? Just as stubborn as she is, and her adoptive family...well mine too. The two wolven you fought earlier? Gave you trouble huh?" He asked with a pride akin to a father and a husband as he laughed confidently. He too, was like warmth against her skin. Something she hadn't experienced in quite a long time.
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  21. It was strange how things worked out, and Marigold as hard as he tried, felt lost when faced against such foes. Antigone had taught him magic was terrifying and unforgiving, and there were a great deal of beings he had encountered that proved him right. Such power terrified him at his bones and it made him want to run. It was why he was so against Moshra attempting any sort of rescue. That too, was contradictory as Last Chance, Ceyena, and...Gabriella proved. There were moments where his his mind couldn't find a proper solution and his body had just acted...A reckless endeavor that went against everything he had been taught. It was everything he saw when he looked upon Michael. It was like a lightning bolt had struck him in that moment because...it was everything he wanted to be. Marigold chanced a smile at Mike's words, so forward and purposed. Marigold, at the mention of any suitable allies, tapped the side of his eye and revealed a camera feed outside their door where Mike saw three furred figures leaned up against the door. "I couldn't have made it this far without Moshra. She's seen more in me than I had." He said, flicking his finger and forcing the door to open; the three shapes collapsing atop eachother as Marigold gave a rare laugh "They aren't the most subtle, however" He added. MIke recognizing Moshra large form as it rose and stopped just before she hit the roof, forced at a slight hunch in the room. He hadn't seen the other two as another wolven half the size of her mother stood up next and growled "Yea, well if it wasn't for Fye being loud and fidgety!" She argued back. Their fur complexion akin to snow camo shades with blotches and white and black, tinges of blue touching their facial fur. The third one being much smaller than the other two, and strangely was...a felinefolk in nature. A calico with brown and black fur, splotches of either on her eyes with a ratty witches hat perched atop folded ears and wild brown hair. "Secrets are fun aren't they? Mr. Mari never has friends over!" The conversation that was had was tense, and their love for The Mayor was apparent. He had given them homes and land to call their own, giving Moshra the station to guard it's people. He was Rivana's mentor and she was determined. Marigold finalizing the discussion as he placed a hand on Fye's shoulder, asking for her opinion as her aloof nature often left her unheard. There were bonds between this wolven family and Marigold and it was a chance to have a positive impact for once. "He stayed so we could run...Who's gonna help him if we don't?" His eyes meeting Mike's in a solitary moment. It was all he needed to hear. They weren't just children. Moshra had trained them in their own ways and they could use such talent when it came to the forces of The Legion. MIke's red gem used the Imperium's own netword, repairing and bettering with each given day. Their packing done; Marigold programming his defensive canine Xerxes to keep the facility safe. Marigold having a metal backpack without straps that had a dozen small shutters on it's surface; the Calquarts mounted at it's top. Moshra and The daughters were adorned in heavy armors with Moshra wielding only a massive blue steel tower shield and Rivana tightening the string on an onyx bow. Marigold waving his hand over the table they were huddled around and revealing the combined efforts of the two A.I combining their sensory capabilities. Nothing happened at first, but in time small dots of red would barely make themselves known; A dot of great intensity flickering within Hell's Gate, however Marigold was watching the farther edges of Shawnee. Hyde existing at the sides of it's great mountains. A dull red blip darkening in that location for but a moment. "These are the only two locations where his source is picked up, but...how can there be two sources?"
  22. There existed A Kingdom dwelling in the depths of The Netherpeaks. Ogg-Machus A civilization of proud dwarves that cultivated the resources in the mountain itself and made a grand city within. King Gindro seeing to his people’s prosperity and soon attempting to make it a ink worthy map despite the harsh lands it existed within. His wealth and passion never ceasing as his kind heart persisted through the sudden eruption of wealth and status he and his dwarven kin were thrusted upon. Dignitaries and advisors from all over the world coming to pay a visit to his eminence and seek alliances with the up and coming Dwarven King Galdro Ore-Tooth. His popularity spreading to many corners of the realm, reaching the ear of one magenta eyed snake in the grass. A woman by the name of Anastasia, paying homage before the king of the mountain; Hailing from the savage lands of Baldra-Kai in service of her Lord Lucius Sulnier. The dwarf upon the throne becoming entangled in the web of gifts she offered. One such offering, A gemstone shifting in impossible geometrical shapes, she called it 'The Siren Siphon' and A ‘miracle of her master’, but in truth it was the doom that would befall his people. Galdro making it the mantle piece of his throne and enrapturing those who looked upon it with such potency. It had become his prized possession and Anastasia had taken her leave, the damage had been done. The change in Galdro, slow at first, but others began to notice when he started to refuse to leave his throne outright, choosing to instead dictate all matters of his life upon his seat of power he believed to be very literal. He lost weight each day no matter the content and quantity of his meals, his back growing crooked and his face growing wrinkled, but he produced such charisma that many of his people would crowd around him in reverence. They were infatuated...and hypnotized. Their entire city being abandoned as they spent their lives around this throne. The blue hue of the gem matching the glint of their king’s eyes until they became withered and glassy. His skin revealing his bones as his body withered away, into the very throne he coveted. A flash of blue light burgeoning from the gem and picking their new king at random. A cycle beginning that twisted a once great mountain nation into a strange sacrificial suicide at the will of this ever growing gemstone they had succumb to. The mountain becoming cold and harrowing as the populace dwindled into nothing, yet the Siren Siphon had grown in it’s influence and that flash of potent blue could be seen through the cracks of the mountain, seen at night by adventurers, and passerby alike, seen by the terrible monsters that roamed Yh'mi. All falling prey to their curiosity and satiating it’s hunger, however there were such monsters it spared in lieu of their will, prowling the seat of power eternal. The Throne Of Infinium becoming a legend that terrified many as those who pursued it never came back. Reginald was absolutely ecstatic about this venture! It was in a terribly deep region of Yh’mi, but he knew it would be well worth it! The favor that Phoebe had offered him in the form of an apologetic letter had been cashed in for this very excursion. The aloof Arch-Mage explaining that this was indeed a potentially dangerous venture and her help would assure their success “Nothing ventured, nothing gained!” He had said, His most prized flying chapulin monkey sending her a return letter asking for her help on an upcoming mission to explore a mysterious mountain kingdom.in dangerous parts of an already dangerous land; Yh’mi! He wasn’t the most tactical when it came to such setups as he was still getting used to working with other folks, but he had charisma in spades! The netherpeaks were a terrifying place of torturous legend yet he couldn’t be more excited. Reginald had read Shikai the lore on their way to the peaks with nary an obstacle as the wizard used a teleportation circle to moved them across space and time. Shikai watching the strange tower setting melt away into a landscape of nightmares. He had disguised himself as a erroneous explorer of lands and gave him an eager wave of his hand as it seemed he already had scouted ahead “I gave Phoebe a map of the location along with the letter so she should be arriving soon, but by jove there it is! I suppose the hard part isn’t finding though is it?” He asked with a grand guffaw; The particular mountain he was looking upon almost looked caved in, huge cracks splitting down it’s sides in wild and chaotic patterns. The foundations of the heavy stone entrance still holding, but only thusly. A flash of strange blue light emanating through the cracks of the mountain at intermittent times. “We’ll go over the plan again once Phoebe arrives, don’t want to forget while I’m in there! Wouldn't that be a thorn in the ol rumpus!” @danzilla3 @Noko
  23. Terry gave a courteous bow before Khan and stood alongside Shikai with an eager energy about him, given the bouncing of his heels. "Tribal locals have such outdated tattoos if you ask me; Your meeting with us in such a short amount of time is very commendable, won't you be surprised! We come from a quaint multicultural and multinational elaboration of just rather quaint fellows!" Terry spoke, his elven features bright and cheery as he looked around at the vast military presence The Commander wielded. An apt title indeed! His hand plucking a mask from his peculiar belt with several more of these white porcelain creations on them, all with strange expressions. He held up A mask with a toothy grin and squinted eyes as he marveled at the airfields and massive piped buildings. "We are always on the lookout for marvels such as Nova Pliska and your very nation as potential deals and opportunities such as these make The Dead wake with excitement!" He said with a delightful chuckle and clipped the mask back on his belt "Our general here knows best the military prowess we desire!" He chimed, waving a hand to Shikai and smiling at him with a profound and positive thumbs up
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