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The once-peaceful hills of the Great North are plagued by eldritch monsters so evil they rot all they touch and the minds of those they speak to go mad. It is fortunate that these particular creatures rarely venture out, but some of them grow powerful, and grow bold enough to leave this sanctuary of their kind to assault and burn down nearby villages, stations, and towns that once knew nothing but tranquility. It has become popular to go here, and should one survive the eldritch abominations living here and their powerful voices, one may find a great hoard of Black Exalta Crystals hiding within the bodies of the slain. Perhaps the power of the crystals and these eldritch horrors are related.

 

"Hai!"

The Master's apprentice exclaimed as James surpassed him to the discovery of one of the greatest and oldest Whispernight horrors. The Eldritch Horde! As they entered an even larger cavern at the end of the tunnel, at least half of the space was occupied by the horde, in which there was evidence in multiple directions of it having been busy at work tunneling. The knowledge of these things was severely limited, though Jinsoku would gamble the thought that a single creature being referred to as a horde was perhaps the sort to devour anything including its brethren, in which it continued to grow and mutate the more it feasted. What at first appeared only as mere tendrils could now be witnessed in full. The vantablack hide of the horde illuminated in many random places, akin to the glow of the famed black exalta prisms. Likewise, the tendrils were rough and tipped with sharp claw or tooth like appendages, some even with mouths fashioned in likeliness to leeches or Alaskan bull worms. The retreating limbs of the beast were replaced with a few more that lashed out at it's pursuers, talons primed and wretched fanged teeth gnashing for the now flaming man in pure aggression , perhaps even vengeance if the creature was as sentient as the other horrors Jinsoku had faced.

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Approximately three tendrils launched at James as he charged the monster while engulfed in his sacred flames. One lashed for the legs, followed by one aiming for his torso, and the last aiming even higher for the head. They would not strike in unison, but rather in the order prescribed. As the first attempted to flank James' legs more or less that thrusting head on into them, Jinsoku charged his spear with the same Yoki that now coursed through every inch of his body, composed with electric affinity. Adjusting his charge as he cocked his fist, gripping the spear like the greatest of the long forgotten Zulu nation of another world, he chucked the spear in similar fashion to a javelin thrower within the realm of sports known as Track and field. The spear easily penetrated the horde's hide, delivering the electric shock affiliated into the creature most literally. The mouth at the end of that tendrils screeched a blood curdling screech in protest as the spear was lodged in to it. Unlike earlier however, it wasn't quick to dispatch the weapon. No. First it had to devour the excess energy spilling from it from the previous assault.  Once the electricity diminished, the creature discarded what was best known to it as a toothpick, leaving Jin the opportunity to retrieve it at his earliest convenience. 

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James shifted ever so slightly, not enough to break his concentration, but enough that the seeking tendrils found only one leg, and the center one wrapped itself around his waist. The last tendril was parried by his right arm, and almost immediately coiled around it, even as the Daemonslayer swept the arm before him in a circular arc, pulling both the tentacle on his arm and the one grinding against his waist into the crook of his right arm and locking them there, crushing and pulling them taut. The teeth and bladed ends of the tendrils rasped at his armor, and would cause him to bleed if they broke through, but James trusted in his own resilience and in his armor's integrity. 

As he fought, James noticed the energy from Jinsoku's bleeding into the monster. Was it absorbing it? Could it absorb his as well? It was hard to tell from a first glance, whilst locked in combat. It made his planned move risky, but James would proceed with it anyway. 

Gathering his power in his free hand, the Daemonslayer leaned over and punched straight down, through the tentacle wrapped around his ankle, and into the ground. Channeling his considerable flames, James sent them straight into the ground, cracking earth and sending glowing fissures spread out from the point of impact. Within a few short moments, the atmosphere within the chamber would seem to change, the whole area would be bathed in the dim light of his flames emanating from the cavern floor. If the eldritch beast wanted to feast on magic and energy, then they could feast on his!

It would be as poison.

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Consecration: James imbues the area or his surroundings with the touch of his sacred fire. All supernatural beings become weakened while standing on Consecrated ground

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All of ki of the Eredas, their flames, have a influencing factor, that is anathema and effective against beings of supernatural origin, particularly evil and corrupt ones such as vampires, demons, and undead, but also includes golems, angels, werewolves and the like. It is for this reason that James and his clan are known as as Slayers, for their effectiveness against any supernatural threat.

 

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Out of all the memories he'd been gathering with this man for the past few years, Jinsoku would most likely strongly recall this day before many others; Despite all of them being good memories, even the ones where he thought they were bad in the act. The same ones he appreciated today so much more. Even now in the face of a great danger, a great evil, Jinsoku stood without paralyzing fear. Whether he was here today or not, it was because of Master James that Jinsoku had even began to learn not to let his fear control him. His weapon had proven just as useless as his Master's before him in this case. The Eldritch horror was simply beyond the more mundane varieties of weaponry, it's endurance far surpassing such things. Still, regardless of the outcome, Jinsoku raised his arms an aimed them at the Horde, both arms suddenly washed with a wave of electricity from the torso, through the shoulders and arms. Finally, the energy projected from his hands in the form of golfs balls in each open fist. Bringing his hands together by the undersides of his wrists, his palms brought the opposing charges together producing a baseball sized ball continued to gradually expand as he bent his arms and drew them into his stomach. His knees bent slightly, his body coiling to his right. 

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Electricity violently thrashed around the now basketball sized orb, in which he continued to hold as his Master would assuredly need this to be precise to even hope to gain a desirable opening. Master James worked to free himself for now, as well as to set the stage for one of his many tactics that Jinsoku had heard of, and seen demonstrated, but had yet to see it in use in the field until this very day. It was incredible what he was seeing. Not only did James flames prove to irritate and damage the exterior of the Horde's hide, though it seemed that there was something about it that tainted the Horde as it siphoned from the sacred flames, ignorant of their likes having never encountered such a thing in this world before James's arrival. The creature initially recoiled on itself, spreading the flames presumably unintentionally. The way it was sort of bunching towards the walling a a rolling motion from the lower regions towards the higher, Jinsoku was certain this was his moment.

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Releasing the orb with a torque of his body and a thrust of his arms, the orb continued to expand in the size of a beach ball as it swooshed by James with trained accuracy and raced haphazardly at the large creature that was undoubtedly preparing to go all in as it had only one way to run. Through the Slayers! As the creature attempted to spill down upon them with the tips of its cruel tentacles, the ball of lightning famed by Raiju by passed the assault and crashed into the main body of the Horde. While the metaphysical properties were absorbed by some degree, the element still seemed to serve it's purpose in a high enough dose. It's assault began to falter as it closed on James primarily, and Jinsoku at his slightly further distance. With a half step to his right before hopping back and to his left, Jinsoku escape the attack, his tingling arms in tow as they set a basic self defense stance. The eletricity wracking into the Horde body stunned a portion of it temporarily, its tentacles beginning to thrash violently in protest of its inevitable demise.

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Probably James's greatest weapon here was experience. Although he could not possibly have known exactly what form the monsters facing them would take, he could guess, and anticipate their moves regardless. With the tentacles clinging onto him weakening from their diet of poisoned flame, he broke free easily, tearing through the weakened tendrils with sheer strength alone, and batting away the remains lest they prove to be corrosive or harmful in another manner. Whereas prior he had a mind to draw his anti-magic sword, the Rending Blade, with the area blanketed in Consecration, and with Jin charging another lightning-based assault, he instead favored his spear once more, drawing the telescoping weapon. Fully extending it, the Daemonslayer would drag one tip through the flaming earth, and then flip the weapon to drag another, drawing excess power from the Consecration spell as he rechanneled his own aura, moving in to cover his apprentice now after he launched his own spell.

Going for the limbs was still the overall tactic, used defensively instead of offensively, as James used the speed and precision in quick spinning arcs to defend against the wild tendrils, flaming speartips slicing through and batting away the masses of snarling, clawed limbs where appropriate. One particularly heavy smash would probably dislodge some of that particular tentacle's "teeth". As it was, James fought defensively, waiting to see if the eldritch horror had any last ditch efforts hidden up its gelatinous mass. The cornered beast was the most dangerous, and the horror, poisoned with sacred flame, unable to absorb the electrcity that wracked, it, and having its limbs disabled, was likely pushed into the corner.

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The Horde writhed in pain as it wailed in protest from several mouths. The Consecration and Sacred Flames proved worth of serving as a bane to the enigmatic existence. As portions of it were destroyed outright, not only did James manage to leave some of it's wretched teeth falling to the ground, but also luminescent ooze most comparable to blood. As the liquid either burned or spread upon the ground, crystals and weapons alike began to fall to the ground, abandoned by the failing creature. The portions of the Horde that could still move without the electricity directly affecting them moved to flank James just before the Horde's largest portion plummeted towards him. Not only did they wish to smother the flames of their damnation, but the man that wielded them himself. 

Jinsoku's arms tingled in the wake of his previous attack, some minute numbness included, but no paralysis. This meant that he was still capable of attacking properly. Though repetitive use of his abilities in too large a quantity, too soon, through the same portions of his own body being affected by his gift would eventually lead to a forced physical cool down via partial and temporary paralysis. This left him with the need to respect the pace of his endurance and his bodies upper limits. As the Horde fought through Jin's assistance best it could, it focused primarily on which of the two it saw as the immediate and bigger threat. As it continued to take James' aggro, it only further sealed it's own fate, regardless of Jin. Though that didn't make him useless. 

Charges of Yoki began to flow through his right arm, ultimately collecting in his closed fist. A translucent bubble raised around his fist in what would become a foot wide sphere. Rushing the creature, thought careful not to trip on severed limbs or dropped loot, Jinsoku sprinted several steps before coiling his muscles and bending his knees. Kicking the ground away from himself, he shot into the air as he cocked his fist. Out of the range of the Horde's tentacles as they assaulted his Master, Jinsoku flanked the Horde while its guard was simply non-existent. When he came crashing down upon the Horde's backside, he executed what was a simple right over head punch, though the impending results upon impact with the Horde would reveal otherwise.

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The blast of energy that resulted from Jin's Crashing Thunder technique easily penetrated the Horde from the sudden force alone. Just like the prior attack he delivered, it might have been able to absorb energy, though that didn't save it from the more mundane effects of such a vicious attack. While airborne, Jinsoku coincidentally launched himself back the way he had just jumped from, though he controlled his weight in order to land sooner and stay closer. Landing in a three point stance, he slid to a stop while turning his chin up to witness the aftermath, as well as the prowess of his Master, the infamous Demon Phoenix Fist.

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There it was. James's eyes tracked the beast's attempt to flank him, even as the main mass of the horror surged with intent to crush him in its overwhelming mass. Turning away from the wall of gelatinous flesh, the martial artist made a dash for the tendrils, through them in fact, to the cavern wall beyond. With spear in hand, he would cut through the tendrils in his path that threatened to block them in. They were not the true threat here. The actual purpose of the dash was to buy time, as he welled worth forth more of his power, and to draw the monster in. Displaying a sort of superhuman agility, the Daemonslayer would be seen running up the cavern wall with speed before he suddenly kicked off towards incoming mass of horror.

Twisting in midair with spear in one hand, and flames in the other, James had a good view of the eldritch horror from above. Such tentacled and gelatinous masses often had a "core" or center of some sort that helped hold them together. Whether it was an artifact, a nervous system, or even the malicious-minded corpse of a long dead being, the veteran Slayer would have scant seconds to identity the likely spot it'd be in.

From his right hand, the Daemonslayer swept forth an incredibly powerful, but short-ranged wave of flame into the monster right before it would meet him, having rechanneled even the flames empowering his spear to his fist, in one of his signature techniques, the Serpent Breathe - Serpent Wave, the sheer force behind the technique being cast enough to slow his motion and leave him suspended in midair for the briefest second.

Enough time to cock his left arm back, and throw the spear into the opening blown by the Serpent Wave before it had even completely cleared, seeking the "core" he believed was there, even as the cavern was completely illuminated in the wake of his apprentice's own blow to the creature, a thunderous strike of lightning.

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Serpent Breathe: James’s signature ki technique. Energy is focused around one hand, and is projected forth in a massive, sweeping short-ranged wave of flame.
Variations:
Serpent Wave: The base Serpent Wave technique is nevertheless very powerful, a strong, short-ranged wave of sacred flame that hits like a wall, and can knock back most humanoid opponents the daemonslayer faces. James is able to use this technique in mid-air, and the force behind it allows him to dramatically slow his fall back to earth, or change his direction. Effective distance of 6 feet.

 

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The Horde's attention shifted from that last attack by the Master Knight's Apprentice. The shrieking terror produced a blood curdling screech so loud and high pitched, it's focused target Jinsoku found himself in a flinch effect of some sort. For whatever reason, he simply couldn't move against the powerful scream. Fortunately for James, his maneuvers were ideal for escaping the same fate, even if he hadn't expected them to come. Slamming sluggishly into the cave floor in James' wake, certain tremors shook the cavern in which they fought in. The walls themselves shook as the creature rebounded into another panicked pounce, this one meant for the shook apprentice. Overhead at the roof of the cavern, a the environment shifted ever so slightly, releasing a few stray spires to haphazardly fall for the bottom, haphazardly aimed for the Horde before anything else. Thanks to James' pattern of attack, his burst of flames that helped to suspend him in the air while attacking the Horde, he was certain not to fall victim to the falling debris. 

As the Eredas flames combust upon the Horde's hide, it responded by moving away from it's bane as he sloppily fell towards Jinsoku still. He grit his teeth as his charcoal eyes looked on at the inevitable crashing body of the monster. Suddenly realization took him, his eyes wide in shock as he couldn't figure out what took him so long to know what to do, even though he knew in enough time to save himself from a world of pain regardless. Abusing his abilities, Jinsoku could feel the Yoki pooling through him. Gripping his armor with his prowess, he filled it with static prowess that yanked him suddenly back towards the wall. The motion was swift, and dangerously so, though with his level of attention to training, he was more than capable of enduring the jarring motion. 

When the Horde impacted the ground once more, it was crushed by the spires that threatened it, which kept it stalled just long enough for James to miraculously hit his mark without the requirements of a direct hit changing in that moment. Suddenly the flames that scoured it's outside lodge into its center of mass via the Slayer's spear. Another shriek escaped the Horde, yet this time it was not one of aggression. No, the beast for the first time in it's miserable life (probably), felt true pain. It's body coiled in on itself before frantically slamming around on the ground and nearby cavern wall, refusing to just die. Overhead, those threatening, larger spires of the cavern roof found about a third of them noisily shifting from their hosted locations, only to rain down in retribution upon the source of their disturbance! While not a cave-in outright, the fragile cavern proved capable of such a disaster if they couldn't reduce the disturbance from carrying further than it already had. 

The spires that crashed into the Horde pierced it, one of two of the largest one's pinned it to the cavern floor as it continued to burn inside and out. Slowly its movements began to lag, it became heavier, lazier. The Horde began to form two byproducts, charred hide of some sort, what was left of it, and an tar like substance as if it were melting. Beneath the burning remains, spires of rock, and the dust clouds of debris choking nearly the entire cavern, a myriad of magic and mundane weapons alike, as well as a plethora of Black Exalta Prisms, lie in wait for the adventurers taking. That is, if they both survived the entire discourse the cavern barely endured. At least the crashing spires had their momentum absorbed by the unfortunate Horde, sparring them any further discourse. Jin hugging an opposing wall of the cavern was safe from the threat of the failing Horde and cavern alike. And while he could sense that Master James was at least alive, he was eager to see if the man made it out most unscathed as well. 

Regardless, it was nearly guaranteed that they would certainly need a drink when this was all said and done.

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Having paced his abilities, James was less fatigued from his use of powers then his dynamic apprentice. Immediately after landing from his deadly one-two combination, he went about the razor's task of avoiding the falling debris, and avoiding being crushed by the death throes of the eldritch horror, eventually making his way to another section of the cavern wall. 

He wasn't completely unscathed although. Blood trickled down his scalp where a particularly dense rock managed to clip him, and there were scratches on his armor. The Daemonslayer coughed, waving his way through the thick dust after all activity had ceased, most thankful that he had the foresight to put on a filter. Adventure stories somehow never really conveyed just how dirty adventures could get. 

Reaching the decaying remains of the eldritch horror, James drew his sword first to poke it, or otherwise examine that it was really dead, whilst calling out for his apprentice.

"Jin, you alive? Lets get some light over here"

Any light would be appreciated. The cavern was beginning to dim with the fading of Consecration. 

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On 8/12/2018 at 8:21 PM, Fierach said:

"Jin, you alive? Lets get some light over here"

Miraculously, he was. He wasn't certain of how much luck he managed to possess, though he wasn't going to complain about it either way by this point. As the dust and debris settled with the failing echoes of the storm that had just occurred, Jinsoku found himself capable of moving once more. Obliging his Master mostly silently, Jinsoku coughed a bit while waving dust from his face. Soon there after, his entire body began to glow a brilliant blue. The glow intensified until it at least illuminated about a ten foot area, in which he steadily approached James himself. As concecration failed, so did the physical form of the horde. The horde's body found itself melting into a tar like substance that stretched upon the ground as several objects were found in it's wake. A plethora of melee weapons both of magical and mundane, as well as the scattered glows of mysterious gems that the Genesaris locals oft referred to as Black Exalta Prisms. Despite his curiosity, Jin was more partial to following orders than he was to directing his own minute investigations on the objects left in the horde's wake, obviously having been previously devoured by the horde in some form or fashion.

"I hate to think of how things might have panned out if you hadn't have come here with me. Thanks again Senpai."

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"I'm sure you would have done fine." James replied, somewhat absently as he more closely examined the melting beast. Sheathing his sword, satisfied that the horror was well and truly dead, James went about the task out rummaging up a few more torches from his pack, lighting them, and setting them around the area so they could see. Adventurers didn't tell this part of their journeys often, the messy cleaning up after a battle, the accounting of supplies, the appraising and inventory of loot. Not all goods came in a neatly bundled treasure chest.

"Suppose we're a bit lucky I'm useful against these sorts of creatures though

James's unique flame had come in handy more then once whilst battling eldritch creatures before. One more thing that made him quite suited for being the Daemonslayer. 

"Lets take a quick stocks of the goods, and carry what we can. Run more detailed tests when we're out of this place" The damned creature smelled terrible during its quick decomposition.

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Jinsoku gathered as many of those Black Exalta shards and prisms as he could, while electing to only collect the weapons that his keen eyes deemed as above average. Fortunately a good bunch of the mundane weapons were rusted and dull, making picking between them all that much easier. Once Master James torches were in place fully, he dropped his own luminescence. While he was at it, he even collected a sample of the tarry mess that was left from the Horde. Along with the other samples, he was hoping to start a healthy catalog as advised by his Master. He wondered already if the gems humming with power in fact directly correlated with the main life force of Whispernight creatures. Like were they just good sustenance, or were they a direct culprit to the life fore found in the monsters? All in all, he made out with about five a dozen prisms and three times as many shards. He could hardly contain them in the cloth bag he had handy. As for weapons, he got strategic an got away with about a dozen of them. Thanks to the gift of Yoki within him, he abused his static cling ability to host the weapons against his back with the least magnetic specimen towards the center of the bundle. When both of them were ready, Jinsoku made sure to secure his spear once more to his forearm in it's retracted state. Taking a torch in his hand, Jinsoku would be ready to depart along side his Master. Though he failed to speak his thoughts, he didn't disagree with James' claim that he could've handled this, he was just certain it would have been as easy without a living bane to his target. It was just another thing for Jinsoku to check into when it came to upgrading his gear.

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The majority of the weapons and minerals gathered would be headed for the Order's armory, a place where every Knight, or Custode-Militant of sufficient rank would be able to peruse or otherwise call upon. After all, any Knightly Order worth its salt had to possess a treasury of weapons and artifacts, and the Force Majeure was no different in that regard. Though James and Jinsoku would have first pick for their own arsenals, inbetween them and their loaded sacks, over two hundred prisms, several hundred shards of Black Exalta, and over 20 finely crafted and choice magical weaponry would be carried out, bound for the coffers of the Force Majeure.

Unless complications arose during the exit. Climbing out of the hole they had dropped down was going to be quite the workout, and it was best they didn't forget the traps set to waylay a possible ambush.

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