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"It's revolutionary," Doctor Xeyal says with an exuberant laugh and steps back to admire what appears to be nothing more than an empty doorframe.  Empty isn't exactly right.  Even with the poor illumination of this sub-basement there was a clear sheen of darkness filling the doorway, to say nothing of the various instruments, pumps, and wires jabbed haphazardly into the sides of the door with no care for aesthetics or organization.  "You would be proud cricket."

The shimmering smile of pride transformed into the dark scowl of loathing as Doctor Xeyal turned his attention away from the doorway to the bundle of shadows in the corner behind him.  "And you, you stupid little devil beast.  You won't screw it up." He reaches a gloved hand forward and grips the shadow creature, dragging it forward into the light.  "You're lucky I need you at all for this.  If you mess it up again, you're done.  Forever.  Got it?"  A timid nod of affirmation is pulled out of Doctor Xeyal's monster of the night.  "Good," the Doctor spitefully spits out before roughly tossing the cretin back into the corner.

Wiping his hand on an unwashed blood-soaked apron as if it had suddenly contracted far too many diseases, he turns away.  "Get ready to go." Without looking to see if his instructions are carried out, Doctor Xeyal leaves and heads upstairs to greet the guests.

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Doctor Xeyal's entrance into Purgatory's bar is understated, prefaced only by the creak of hinges.  Stepping forward, he gives the group little more than a glance.  Normally he'd give more attention to the more interesting specimens, but today he was focused purely on the business at hand.  His garb remains his standard fare of labcoat and bloody apron, always prepped for surgery if said surgery utilized rusty tools and had not even the slightest hygienic regulations.  The Doctor reeked of oil, formaldehyde, and ill intent.

"I don't care for formalities so I'll get right to it.  You are to go south to the Village of Lirrey.  There you are to investigate the village and its people.  Any information you can find about the Harbour or the Truth is a premium.  But mostly you'll want to find the convergence point: the place where the energies of the area is the strongest.  This cretin will accompany you."  The Doctor snaps his fingers to call it forth.

A small shadow flits across the floor, traveling from a dark, empty corner of the room to the area where the others have gathered.  Slowly and soundlessly, a dreary ebony cloak rises up out of the ground like an apparition.  Under the cloak lies an obscured waif of what seems to be a humanoid creature, but it is near impossible to tell under the enshrouding darkness that clings to the figure like wet hair.  Only a pair of eyes are discernible, black as everything else, but those empty pools of void glimmer with what could only be presumed to be intelligence.  An aura of cold surrounds the pawn, a chilling sensation that matches the absence of light with absence of heat.

Another darkness rises from in front of the first and then another.  Slim tendrils of shadow sinuously rise upwards.  The shadow tendrils are clearly solid as they cling to the ends of a very large spool of silvery thread.  No, not thread.  A very close inspection will reveal it to be more akin to cable.  The tendrils spin the spool a little and the end of the strand dangles down before getting absorbed into the creature's mass, making it look like the shadow monster is connected directly to the cable it held aloft.

"It'll do what you tell it to," the Doctor continues. "To the best of its limited intelligence.  If it gives you trouble, just shine a light at it.  Regardless, once you've found the convergence point and feel you've learned all that's efficiently reasonable, let it know and follow it from there."  Doctor Xeyal reaches down into his lab coat, extracting a heavily creased, but sealed, envelope and drops it on the table.  "When you're ready to head out, take that to the gate, ask for Damian and give him this.  They should let you through."

Doctor Xeyal withdraws his hand and places it back into his coat pocket where it idles.  "And yes, I am still willing to pay my standard fee for particularly exotic corpses you might find or create along the way.  Friend or foe's.  I'm always in need of new specimens.  Just don't lose sight of the mission.  Any questions?"

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Dark brown eyes silently stared down the man under a hood that trailed behind her from her shoulders to the bottom of her seat, dangling just before the creaky floorboards. Her gear comprised of a deep red crop top revealing her stomach, a pair of purple pants which bagged out at the side of the thighs before tightening up going to the calves then tying in to her black boots, and a teal poncho-like garment which drooped to the side of her to her knees.  The brown-skinned witch looked about her 21 properly postured in her decrepit chair, her one leg over the other.

She would have perhaps flinched or heaved in disgust once upon a time had she witnessed the bloody man, but her breaths remained steady, and her composure seldom faltered. She contemplated what sort of experiments this doctor executed and wether or not to deem him a threat to her safety, but other than that, she remained calm. She felt...colder, more distant, and detached from her emotions. Whatever was changing in her, she took notice. But for now, she supposed it was a blessing in disguise.

She did tense as the creature from the shadows arose from seemingly nothing but it was more of a flight/fight response than actual fear. What sort of demon was she witnessing? She had practiced in umbramancy but she had no idea creatures literally lived in shadows. She would have to do more research on the subject. Maybe she could get some answers from the creature on their journey as well, though how he spoke of the creature, it most likely did not have heightened intelligence. And guessing from the man's coldness towards speaking of the creature's punishment, it must be punished often. There was a sliver in Karuna that felt pity for the creature, but also a need to know more about it. And whatever he wants the creature to do, it must plays a vital role...very interesting. What was he up to, and better yet, should she care?

She mundanely tucked a few of her shoulder length dreadlocks behind her ear before she spoke up. " I've been through the Broken Plains before, it isn't exactly a, 'go south' kinda place. I would hope you at least have a map to spare? and what about resources or are we to acquire those ourselves too?" Why was she acting like this? This wasn't like her at all! She would await his response.

 

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-The day before-

The bleak landscape was familiar, though far from comforting. This was where Lunara had first visited when she left the realm of the Fae. Something about Yh’mi had drawn her to it, something powerful, something that was desirable, in a strange, dark way. There was strength to be gained here. She was going to join an expedition to secure a hill the paladins called the Furthest Point, but the mission had been cancelled by what they deemed to be an emergency. Apparently a corrupted paladin had waged war on them. Having no stake in Inns’th and no point in risking her life, Lunara had left, eventually ending up in Patia and joining the Abbadon Triumvirate.

But here she was again now, accompanied by a horror who would feel right at home in Yh’mi. The amorphous being had agreed to come only because he owed her a blood debt.

The tiny faerie in a purple dress ticked off warnings on her fingers as they neared Inns’th. “No one-hundred-eighty degree head turns. No eyes on palms. No melting of a weapon out of nowhere. At least not until we leave Inns’th and enter Yh’mi. The paladins are humans and elves, but I dare say they’re more of a threat than those vampyre guards in Orisia.” The paladins from the Order of the White Hand had holy weapons with the potential of actually damaging Agony. These Gaian paladins here were less butthurt about the presence of dark creatures than elsewhere in Terrenus, but even so, she couldn’t guarantee they would tolerate Agony.

Inns’th was more of a ghost town than Lunara remembered. There was a flurry of activity at the Walls, but the encampment itself was mostly empty. A fresh fault line snaked across the ground, ending at the paladins’ shrine, which had been all but torn into two. It didn’t take long for the duo to find out that the gates to Yh’mi had become tightly controlled. The only good way to get through was by responding to the sketchy ad in the Purgatory. Well, the village of Lirrey could be worth exploring.

-Current-

Lunara perched herself on the edge of a table. Besides the bartender, they were the only people in the Purgatory: herself, Agony, a young girl who looked barely old enough to drink, and a man. It was obvious they were all here for the same reason, but no one had sought to socialize, until the doctor appeared from behind a door in the corner. Lunara raised an eyebrow. He looked like a zombie who had just finished gnawing off someone’s brain, and their blood had spilled all over his clothes. The tiny faerie crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands. Sinister.
 
The pet he kept was intriguing though. A shadow creature, huh. Lunara flitted closer for a better look. “It will do whatever we tell it to?” She reached out as if to touch the darkness obscuring it. “Does it fight? Yh’mi is supposed to be full of dangerous things. What if it dies? Is the mission failed then?” The final part of the quest seemed to depend on this 'cretin'. If they had to protect it along the way, that would be bothersome.

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The prospect of conforming to the request of his fae companion would prove troublesome to accept. Control for this amorphous being was something treasured and rarely relinquished for it meant someone else held power over him and his actions. So as Lunara listed the restrictions he would now have to suffer and dared lace it with a statement that demeaned the power he had already obtained in Terrenus, Agony stood there motionless in a guise that should be all too familiar to the diminutive fairy. Lustrous armor adorned the entirety of his form, a makeshift helm further hiding the roiling liquid that stirred beneath the hardened exterior. Crimson orbs shone through sizable slits in the helm that Obtenebra created. To the naked eye, he would appear to be nothing more than a knight who had decided to have a peculiar traveling companion for this task.

 

"I will do what I must to absolve myself of this debt..."

 

Heavy steps did nothing to disguise his considerable mass and his eight foot height did little to make him blend in though, much to his surprise, there was a tenable tolerance as he moved through Inns’th and eventually to Purgatory. He was oblivious to what Lunara wanted to gain from this journey other than the fact he needed to repay his debt and she felt drawn to the oddity that was Yh’mi. Massive hands and metallic boots crossed the threshold of the Purgatory where he elected not to sit but maintained his proximity to Lunara. There was one moment in the minutes they spent waiting for the originator of the sketchy ad where he had shifted to look at Karuna. The absence of any distinguishable facial features other than the crimson eyes that hid behind the black helm he wore would not allow the witch to discern why he was looking at her or what he thought of her. The moment quickly passed and any acknowledgment of his action would be interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

 

Agony had already had his fill of this profession over the last few months, annoyed by how broad this title had become for Terrans. Doctors were an eccentric rarity in Terrenus that never allowed you to truly understand what they were capable of. Regardless, Agony appreciated the Doctor’s quick explanation of his request and decision to ignore formalities. The introduction of the shadowy child that was thrust toward this group as what Agony could only consider a disposable asset caused the amorphous being to swiftly tune out the rest of the doctor’s words. Shadow manipulation was something Agony was adept at so the tendrils that moved around the creature reminded him of a skill he had rarely used since arriving in Terrenus. Lunara’s voice snapped him out of his minor trance as she attempted to extract more details from the doctor about the creature. In truth, Agony could care less about the specifics. The sooner he payed off this debt, the sooner he could regain the control and power he coveted.

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Seated among the others of the newly-formulated band, the last of their number, a black-robed man with the garment's fur-lined hood pulled over his head, gave the impression of the deepest of slumbers. That said, appearances could certainly be deceiving. As the doctor approached the companions, the mage lifted his head to meet their eccentric employer, eyelids opening to reveal the optics of a dangerous beast underneath. They were composed of narrow, circular pits of the blackest coal at the center of his eyeballs; the predatory pupils sitting within the sea of the rest of his eye which shined a luminescent orange, reminiscent of wolves and their bestial kin. Arthur pulled the rest of his hood off, seeing no point in keeping his features obscured any longer, not whilst there was work to be done and potential allies to coordinate with. It revealed that monstrous eyes otherwise belonged to a human face, handsome albeit not pretty, and rugged with the beginnings of a beard after a couple of days sans the touch of a straight razor. Underneath the black velvet fabric of his robe, Arthur was dressed for the adventure that laid before them. The opening in the front of his robes displayed clothing made for traveling; a grey long-sleeved, breathable shirt was buttoned most of the way to the top though its sleeves were rolled up neatly past his elbows. Meanwhile, black trousers adorned his lower half, tucked into a pair of boots that were worn with use. No weapons could be seen on the mutant's person, although he wasn't totally lacking in equipment as a thick belt was wrapped around his hips and they were outfitted with an assortment of pouches and bags.

Arthur's gaze focused on the Doctor as he gave his brief explanation of their purpose, his attention shifting to the shadowy creature once their employer had introduced the wretched thing. The mage, who considered himself an expert on monsters and beasts, couldn't say he'd ever seen anything like it though it didn't exactly surprise Arthur either. After all, the strange humanoid seemed almost shy and timid, and the creatures that Arthur studied typically were not so meek as to accept being bullied or called a cretin. At least not without some sort of occult binding, a thought which made the mage ponder as he considered the underlying relationship between the cloaked creature and the Doctor.

As questions were asked of the Doctor, the mutant waited for theirs to be answered before positing his own. "An expedition to Lirrey is simply too enticing for me to resist based on my short readings on the subject, which isn't to say that I know much about the region, but I know enough to know that the Order have banned such things. Do they know where we're headed or should we proceed in clandestine fashion?"

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Blech.  Actual questions.  Doctor Xeyal included the phrase as a formality, but cared little for them.  'Where's Jessie?'  'Aren't you going to use anesthetic?'  'What have you done to me?'  They were all so very drab and stifling.  At least, he imagines he should eschew his usual response of no response and actually answer these given the circumstances.

"Yh'mi isn't exactly a map kind of place.  The land shifts just enough to make such utilities dangerous.  Lirrey shouldn't be that hard to find.  Due south from here you'll find the failed attempt at an outpost.  A broken bastion at the top of the largest hill around called Furthest Point.  That's your half-way marker.  Just go due south from there for the same amount of time and you'll find it," Doctor Xeyal replies to Karuna with a frown.  After a moment's silence he also motions to the barkeep.  "Bring them a crate."  The barkeep raises an eyebrow and sets down the brownish glass he was wiping down before bringing out a box of mostly fresh food.  Enough for a few days.  "Consider it an advance.  Any other resources you'll have to provide on your own."

The creature of darkness made no movement when Lunara approached to inspect it.  Indeed, it stared intensely back at the fairy, with equivocal curiosity or malice.  As Lunara reaches to touch the darkness, the darkness clings to her, cold with an oily sensation.  Wispy but solid enough to touch, the darkness dissipates quickly, leaving only an unclean feeling behind on the pixie's hand.  "It is capable of combat and fending for itself at least.  It has already been tested in Yh'mi before.  And while it would be wholly unfortunate if it died before completing the mission," the doctor explains with a tone suggesting practicality with no hint of affection, "it shouldn't need much baby sitting.  It's dumb, not weak."  Otherwise the doctor would have no use for the monster at all and could have disposed of it long ago.

"As for the White Hand, I wouldn't go around announcing your intentions, but they shouldn't be a problem.  I have no doubt they've already heard about this and are choosing to quietly look the other way in order to keep the peace.  While there's a large hole in their wall, they have bigger concerns than what they would consider to be a fool's errand.  Again, just ask for Damian and you shouldn't have any trouble getting through the gate."  Doctor Xeyal pushes the letter forward once more for emphasis.

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Karuna sat back as the Doctor began to give her the answers she requested. She took very little reaction at the rephrasing of her words pertaining to the map. It was actually a fact she was not aware of. She could only imagine what magic would allow such movement without some sort of reaction from it's surroundings. Or is it possible that the Plains that seem so barren were actually alive themselves. And this village they were to go to. The more she invests in explaining what can't seemed to be explained, the more she desires to know more....at the same time, she knows what she came here for and what she was after; everything else should be second priority...no that doesn't sound right. The greater the numbers the safer she would be out there. so the protection of her teammates would inadvertently  be her priority for now.

 In the midst of these thoughts, the conversation turned to more of the shadow creature;s ability to fend for itself and apparently it could. It's relieving to hear she would not have to baby sit the being, though something tells her the creature has more to say of itself than is let off. and so it seemed the shadow creature became the peak of her interest.

 Secondary to her interests were the sanctity of her makeshift party. Scanning them as the Doctor spoke she wondered how long it would take before one of them become  a liability. The larger man holding the fae girl seemed capable of fending himself, though it does bring up the question as to why he was holding a fairy in the first place. a body guard perhaps? that in and of iitself is a liability, so Karuna expected the large man to prioritize the Fae's safety. She then remembered a point in their encounter where the larger man looked her way, but she was not sure with the shroud of his helmet- he could have been looking anywhere. And the man with eyes of a beast seemed capable himself, though she has little to go by besides the fact that he was not completely human if at all. She rose from her seat, satisfied with the information given to her. while rising, a whisk of her finger sailed the letter in a loop into her hand with  ease. 

"That's about enough information I need.", she began to tuck the letter into the inner pocket of her cloak as she took a few short steps to the barrel of supplies. She took a few of the materials into her bag, mostly the food and water, leaving more than enough of the supplies for the others to pack.   "I do have more questions but I think by the time this little journey is over, I will have most of them answered." She smiled with what seemed to be a genuine one, taking one more glance at the team. She would walk out the establishment, waiting just outside until everyone was prepared.

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“Hmph.” Lunara wiped her hand down her purple dress. The dissipated darkness was like a layer of soot that stained her skin. The shadow creature seemed submissive enough, and did not make any move against the faerie. “Well, that’s good then.” As long as the doctor didn’t blame them for anything that happened for his pet, she’d have no issues with it following them.

The crate was set down on the table, and Lunara flew over to inspect it. She wrinkled her nose at its contents - ‘mostly fresh’ was an overstatement. It was all preserved meat and dried foods: the dead lands around the area would not support the growing of fruits and berries, the faerie’s preferred diet. Nevertheless, she took her pick of the dried nuts and small portions of meat, and for each item she touched, they tumbled into an unseen space and disappeared.

She guessed that Agony wouldn’t even take one look at the crate - he would probably eat the rocks of Yh’mi when he was hungry or something. The ancient blob wasn’t the most patient of beings, and so the sooner they left Inns’th, the better. Lunara flew after Karuna, figuring that she might as well introduce herself.

“I’m Lunara, and this is Dolor,” she said, gesturing to Agony. “He’s not the most friendly, but he’s very capable. The paladins say that Lirrey is a trap - do you think we’re walking right into it?You don’t look very prepared. This is not a school field trip, in case you got mistaken.” She looked pointedly at Katina’s exposed midriff. A second later, she looked down at her own dress. “I suppose me too, but I don’t think there’s any sort of armour that fits me and doesn’t weigh me down.“

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The cryptic nature of the doctor combined with the pliable travel companions he would be forced to endure led Agony to wonder whether the faerie chose this trip more to annoy him than to attain any benefit from Yh’mi. Perhaps the true recompense was in the agonizing hours he would have to maintain this form and deal with this enigmatic area within Terrenus. This blood debt was a burden in need of removal and it was this sole focus that had him ignoring much of the discussion concerning logistics or concerns. The unkempt doctor’s annoyance at the inquiries sparked a kindred acknowledgment that was fleeting as he turned his focus over to Arthur to analyze the group member. It was better to have a semblance of an understanding regarding who would be in Lunara’s proximity for the majority of this trip. Arthur’s eagerness to explain his willingness to fulfill this request and his mention of studies reminded him of someone though it would not be clear at all behind the lustrous helm that showed nothing of his face.
 
From what Agony could infer about Yh’mi itself, it was clear that dangers and perils were commonplace. This fact provided some cushion should he feel those currently surrounding him became too heavy a burden to warrant tolerance. Witnessing the rest prepare themselves to leave, Agony stood at the threshold of the Purgatory, waiting for Lunara to finish whatever minor preparation she needed to. Kurana would notice his luminous crimson gaze fall upon her again as she walked out of the building, this time being far more blatant as his gaze held no discrimination for all of her body’s contours. Still it was unclear what his gaze was searching for. Lunara’s decision to introduce herself to Kurana and then begin further dialogue prompted Agony to continue his silent perusal of those within this group, periodically shifting his gaze from Arthur to Kurana while his massive arms were crossed against his chest.
 
Even as Lunara elected to use ‘that’ name for this guise, Agony remained utterly silent. Words held power. Power that he didn’t feel he needed to impose upon anyone here at this time. Whatever satisfaction his fae companion extracted from this journey was all that mattered and if he could avoid having to exchange pleasantries or deal with the menial then he would do so at all costs. Moving swiftly to the shadow creature that was now theirs to use as they wished, Agony chose to keep himself next to the being, silently hoping the oddity of a creature would be a deterrent for anyone who decided to engage in conversation.

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The lack of further questions was of great relief to the busy doctor who took the opportunity to sequester himself once more in the back room.  He trusted the motley group could efficiently handle themselves from here without further guidance.  So far as anyone can be trusted at any rate, given the high frequency of twistling infiltration in Inn'sth.  Xeyal makes a mental note to make time at some point to investigate the rumors of the twistling test witch capable of discerning innocent from imposter.

Displaying no hint of the paranoia which now threatened to encapsulate the doctor's mind, in fact displaying no hint of anything whatsoever, the shadow creature trailed after the rest, moving with unnerving silence.  The appearance of it growing smaller held basis in fact as the creature steadily sunk into the ground as if melting and nearly disappearing entirely.  Soon it was a blot of darkness skimming along until finding a companion in Agony's shadow.  No sense of fondness or connection brought it to this decision.  Indeed, the minion of darkness knew not what to think of any of its companions as of yet, other than Lunara was very small and probably edible?  Agony's shadow simply was the largest and darkest.  It provided the best protection against the blistering pain of the sun.  If these creatures of light felt compelled to travel in the accursed day, then it felt compelled to protect itself during the trip as much as feasible.  It found it was never truly enough.

In other situations, the creature of shadows might be able to blend with the ambient shadows with near perfection, becoming rather difficult to spot.  This mission would run counter to that as the creature gave itself away, holding the spool of cable tight in a pair of tendrils that remain above the surface.  The cable fed down into the shadow indicating its location exactly while it continued to grip its luggage.  Every movement made caused a little more cable to unroll and disappear.

 

When the group felt ready, the gate to the wilds of Yh'mi was just a short walk away.  Damage to the wall separating Terrenus from the horrors that would readily tear it apart was evident.  The mad paladin and his forces may be dead, but the sense lingers that the battle continues to stretch on.  Much of the manpower focused around the breach in the wall, ensuring nothing slipped through the hole.  With the casualties piled on top of the additional patrols, the gate itself was actually lightly manned.  But those who were there were obviously on edge, dulled only by their own heavy set fatigue, pulling too many extra hours trying to plug the gap until the situation improved.

"Oi, hold up there," calls out a burly man with a booming voice and extensive mustache when they approach, waving them down.  The guard steps forward to look over the group. "What's all this?  The Order didn't mention sending anyone through this morning.  If you're here to help fix the hole, you need to see Jasmina just down that way." He motions down towards the distant hole.

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As Karuna just about finished her search in the barrel of goods, she felt the looming eyes of Agony on her body once more, this time more blatant than the last. it was bad enough that his eyes would silently fall on her at all, but there was something about his gaze that made Karuna uncomfortable. The fact that she had no idea what the man was thinking. A potential threat? Sexual predator? It added a whole new layer of complication to the mission if that were so...be that as it may, she would not react in a way ill mannered as she would flip her satchel shut and simply leave the room. Before she did so, she would actually shift her body, just enough for him to see just about her ear and cheek, but then continued her venture to the exit. She did not want him to think those wandering eyes went unnoticed.

The sound of fairy wings chimed as they approached the cloaked witch in her stride. She also noticed the group following behind her; she supposed this made her the line leader. She listened to the fae woman, turning her head to 'Dolor' at the sound of his name. her eyes were emotionless yet analytical, sizing the man in a mere 2 seconds. Then she would notice the Shadow creature's immersion into Dolor's larger shadow. She supposed that made sense, it was a walking shadow, though she wondered why it choose Dolor.

 She would gaze into the red eyes of Dolor for a split second before she would face forward once more, silently allow the flying creature to finish her piece, smiling at the comment of their attire. That mouth of hers will get her killed one day. Maybe that's just the carefree nature of Fae creatures. This is the first she has encountered...and yet she feels nothing towards it. 

"Nice to meet you Lunara...Dolor."  She would gesture to him, deciding not to look at the large man behind them once more.  "If you ask me, Yh'mi is a trap on it's own, hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I've ventured to about...the Furthest point. Seen only a fraction of what that hell hole has to offer but... can't speak for this Lirrey place. I didn't even know it existed up until a few days ago though it may be what..." She shook her head, disregarding that last statement, "-Anyway, to answer your question, I haven't a clue." She shrugged goofily, shrugging her shoulders and hands. "And you are probably right, I should wear something a little less revealing, what do you think Dolor?" She inquired as she spun her heel to walk backwards raising her arms to a 90 degree angle to lift her teal poncho and inadvertently displaying her body blatantly to the group behind while her over cloak shrouded her from behind. "Am I not wearing enough?" She would scan his reaction and turn before he could give a response to her face. "Kidding." Is all she would say as she continued onward. It's just research.

They had just about reached the gate and bore witness to the wake of destruction after an invasion of Yh'mi creatures.

"Looks like a lot has happened since I've been here." The idea that intelligent life exist out there capable of waging wars was disconcerting to Karuna. A power that strong put into the wrong hands could be devastating to all of Terrenus. One beast at a time she supposed. It was then that they would be halted by a fellow guard with an exceptionally large mustache. it was almost comical to Karuna but she was sure the man held it very dear to him so she would refrain from laughing dead in his face. She did take note of where this Jasmina character resided, most likely someone with more authority than this 'stache  clown.

"I like the mustache...We are actually here to speak with Damian...do you know where we could find him?"

 

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Lunara giggled her appreciation as Karuna taunted Agony with her tantalizing morsel of a body. Oh, she could get comfortable being around this girl! If she was as capable as she boasted to be, at least. The faerie’s favourite pastime was to agonize the blob, and it would be a delight to watch his expressions of displeasure directed at someone other than herself.

Katina’s lead went undisputed as they all proceeded towards the gates. “Looks like a lot has happened since I've been here." Lunara shrugged at the comment. “I was here too. Last I heard, one of the paladins had been corrupted by Yh’mi. I suppose he waged this destruction. Well, this is the their own failure, if they can’t even keep one of their own in check.”

Speaking of which, Lunara thought it kind of dumb for them to man the gates when people could come and go from the hole in the wall anyway. This time though, she managed to keep her mouth shut. Being a smartass here might delay the whole group, which was definitely a bad idea. But well, apparently Karuna didn’t think so. “I like the mustache.." The look on her face clearly stated otherwise. However, her next line smoothly transitioned to business, and the paladin merely grunted and ignored the transgression to his facial hair. He pointed towards some barracks in a corner, one of the structures that still looked quite intact.

“He’s there, tending to the wounded. We want them up and running as soon as we can, so they can help in repairing the wall too.” 

When they entered the barracks with its rows of beds, it was clear that Damian was in charge of healing them. He was the one who had convinced Dr Xeyal for help in restoring those who had injuries that were beyond the healing prayers of the paladins - missing fingers, exposed organs and the like. In return, he couldn’t ignore the letter from the doctor to let this group out, though he was obviously reluctant. He gestured to the group. “Come with me, I’ll open the gates for you.”

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If only Karuna knew what housed the crimson gaze that lingered along her form as they approached the distant hole. This guise of traveling knight would eventually crumble under the prolonged scrutiny of someone capable of noticing the ethereal luster of his armor or the fluidity of his movements despite the massive armor he donned. It didn’t seem like anyone within this eccentric group would bother diving in to such detail yet he did nothing to deflect the attention he might garner from his actions or size. The stability they witnessed now was only at Lunara’s behest but he would revert quickly should the situation call for it.

 

Nothing warranted it now, not even Karuna’s attempt to conceal herself as she exited the Purgatory. The shadowy child that decided his shadow was the optimal haven did not go unnoticed but some unspoken accommodation motivated Agony to simply let her be. A kindred understanding urged Agony to avoid any sort of dialogue with the creature and allowed the being to monitor his surroundings as Lunara, the loquacious fairy, decided to address Karuna. The tension was palpable within many that he passed, their minds ripe for manipulation and their bodies strained from their efforts. Such malleability might be something beneficial to the Triumvirate should it persist. Karuna’s decision to look in his direction caused Agony’s head to snap and recriprocate. His gaze held a lot more fervor this time around. With Agony’s attention lingering on the conversation between her and his fae companion, he was able to hear the pleasantry extended toward him and then explain what she knew about Yh’mi.

 

Agony knew little about the entrapments and horrors that were present here or at least not any more than what Lunara had told him. Listening to Karuna’s own accounts only served to solidify that they were entering into this task ill prepared. Almost as ill prepared as Agony was when Karuna decided to reveal the entirety of what she hid beneath her teal poncho. Crimson eyes narrowed but clearly scanned the entirety of what he saw but there was no stumble in his steps. His gaze took in all that Karuna cleanly offered and then passed off as jest. The flaunted flesh was engrained in memory, sunkissed skin exposed while her lithe frame suggested flexibility and agility. He was no lascivious predator bent on cornering Karuna whenever the opportunity arose though. Karuna’s kind offering taunted Agony slightly but he would voice no complaint. In the end, what she taunted might not be something she could handle.

 

The approach of the mustached obstacle was ignored for the most part as he assumed Lunara and Karuna could handle removing him from their path. In truth, he had ignored much of what the doctor from before had stated though the name Damien was remembered as key for entry. Once Damien reluctantly aided them and the gates were opened only to reveal more darkness, Agony saw the benefit of the small child that lingered near him. Obtenebra, the primordial ooze that constituted the armor Agony currently wore, rippled along his back at the tangible chaos Yh’mi presented. The movement was not due to fear but an almost childish anticipation of the power that their surroundings may hold. The undulations would only be seen by the shadowy child behind him before it solidified itself again with the rigidity of plate armor. Utterly incognizant of where they may have needed to go, he deferred to the ladies infront of him now, resigning himself to being led by the taunting Karuna and the diminutive faerie who chained him with her debt….for now.

Edited by Dolor Aeternum

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The actions of the Flesh Dancer baffled the shadow creature.  While loose clothing and exposed skin hadn't been completely unheard of, it couldn't recall any such instance since arriving in Yh'mi.  Even in Inns'th, the seeping feeling of paranoia and need for protection drove most, if not all to cover themselves with strange bits of leather and metal.  The shadow could understand this at least.  It had met impenetrable mountains of metal before.

What the cretin of shadows most certainly had never seen before was metal that rippled and rolled like disturbed water.  Metal isn't supposed to do that.  Curiouser and curiouser.  Was Dolor a metal dancer?  But metal can't do what it just did.  Surely the creature is confused.  It got distracted dispatching a minion of the underworld and didn't see what it thinks it just saw.  Nothing else made sense.  Then again there was a tiny flying talking forbidden meal traveling with them.  None of these light travelers made sense.

 

The king of mustaches reluctantly steps aside and helps raise the gate when Damian demands it of him.  Though he eyes each person as they pass through, following their movement as they step past the portcullis into the realm beyond.  Leaving him and civilization behind, the group begins to traverse the wastes of the Broken Plain.  The signs of the recent battle remain painfully evident, from the ground caked in red, to the corpses strewn about.  The Order has removed most of their own, and continue to work on piling the monsters together to burn, but the lack of manpower shows.  Large corpses of Chitten Magi and Gutterfiends are too bulky to easily be disposed of and a number remain at the fringes of the battlefield, as if morbidly marking territorial lines.

Something must not have agreed with the group's assessment of where those lines begin and end.  As they are passing what appears to be the furthest and final Chitten Magus corpse, it shudders and shifts, the only warning given before it bursts apart in a hideous wave of gore, feathers, and screeching.  Five overly sensitive Raakes claw their way free of the ruined corpse they were nesting in, flapping wildly to get off the ground, relying on their deafening, stacatto screech to paralyze their foes while they get aloft.  Once there, they'll show no hesitation dive bombing the group, attacking with razor sharp talons.

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The feeling of entering the barren plains of Y'mmi never seem to dull, as the mere atmosphere seemed to change as they passed the gates. The familiar crunch of the cracked soil echoed an unnatural coo in the air, carried by whatever ominous force that compelled the land to acted in such a way. What was first encountered however was the pungent smell of putrid flesh and burning organs that caught her attention and a hand swiftly met her mouth and nose in response. It smells exactly how it is described: like rotten flesh set ablaze. The paladins from The White Hand were few and far between as they attempted to dispose of the carcasses that littered the the area, but surely not enough to remove this disgusting order any time soon. It was not all bad though, there were species Karuna had not even seen before, and it took a lot for her not to examine them closer, mostly deciding not to because of the smell. Besides, she was certain she would encounter more. And it was then that the shifting carcass of the Chitten Magus sprung free 5 Horrid creatures which almost immediately taking flight after bursting from the things body. The shriek was enough to make Karuna cringe, taking a step back from the flying monstrosities.  as they approached something triggered inside her, something...heinous.

The flying predators would find themselves running into a  film of purple wall conjured by Karuna, both arms outstretched towards the diving vultures. Her eyes went half lidded as her open palms and fingers began to curl, extending the shield around the Raakes into an entrapment bubble. They cawed scratched and shrieked but their muffled pleas meant nothing to the witch as the bubble began to increase in temperature. It was visibly notable how hot the bubble was becoming because the beasts that were once trying to escape the bubble were attempting desperately to avoid touching the heated film, the hiss of flesh touching hot iron audible with each moment of contact for the birds. Anger swelled in her; anger and disgust and apathy for the creatures. She would watch the creatures suffer in her tormenting bubble for probably 30 additional seconds before speaking her spell. Those who could sense energy may have noticed a spike of dark energy in the woman.

"Inferno." she clenched her fist, and in a volatile instance, within the bubble a typhoon of flames swirled, exploding so violently, the bubble's diameter increased slightly, nearly bursting at the seams. Even with the torrent of flames, one could still hear the desperate shrieks of the birds of prey, before finally succumbing to the blaze. The flames subsided and within the bubble was not visible, only blackness. It wasn't until the bubble faded that the content of the orb was revealed: nothing but black ash and stone, dust in the wind. 

It would take Karuna a moment to realize what she just did. A quick hushed gasp of air entered her lungs as she blinked back into reality. She looked at her hands first, surprised she was capable of such malice. Then she looked at the surrounding civilians who volunteered to help. the looks of surprise, some of terror, were just as evident on their faces. She looked back forward, not bothering to look at her teammates. 

"We should keep moving. Can't afford to get sidetracked." She placed her hood over her head once more and continued.

Embarrassment? shame? confusion? perhaps a mixture. But Karuna could feel it in her gut that something was very very wrong with her. This confirmed it.

 

Edited by 1ionFang

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