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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
"So what's the plan?"

Mikkael asked, returning to Cyndar's castle. He had yet to tend to his wound, and so the demons that resided in the castle were bandaging up what wounds he had. Baphomatt drank deep of a goblet, taking a breath of air as the drink trickled down his throat. He smiled a devilish grin.

"In order to cripple that queen in Selk, the one who set you up, we must ruin her plans for an alliance. It is the only way to ensure your revenge is carried out, and if we are to bring a golden age about in these coming days." Baphomatt plotted, taking a map from a Meridian knight, the knight removed his helmet, revealing a large chunk of his brain and skull missing.

"So it seems the ambassador is to enter the city... We'll send our Meridian Zombies to intercept the ambassador, then, you will don his clothing. My zombies will join you as you reveal yourself, and we'll slaughter the whole of Fort Frenga, leaving only ten percent of its populace. That way, they will strike Selk."

"When do we depart?" Mikkael asked. Baphomatt took a bite of his steak.

"You leave immediately, Mikkael. I will care for your armor and infuse it with our ARK mechanisms." The demonologist instructed. Mikkael gave a nod and awaited the bandaging to be completed. As it was, he donned a normal set of armor, and Baphomatt watched as the Meridian left.

"What an idiot, the undead are so perfect for this job." He cackled to himself, "If I am to succeed, I must ensure that his body is completely destroyed. Of course, we'll have no one waiting to assist him, and I'm sure that the attack from the 'ambassador' will spurn the knights to launch an attack on the satellite city of Avalon."

As Baphomatt was left alone in the room, he began to wonder about Eiryk, and what he saw. The vision flashed before his eyes, a black shadow, darker than night, resting in his arm, and yet, bursting at the seams of its seal.

"So that is where Umbraria fled..." He thought to himself, "Yet, not only that, his soul and that Paragon's... Why that boy?"

He knew Eiryk's importance in disrupting his plan, the question was, how to destroy him? He knew not his name, only his face. If he were to use his dark marks of the tome, he would require his real name. Mikkael stated that he had impaled the child. Perhaps he could use his necromancy?

"No, because there is something else just barely keeping his soul from leaving his body. I can't create a dummy soul and implant it..."

Thus, Baphomatt had a predicament... How to rid of the boy?

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
"... that's it?" Eiryk asked, a bit shocked at the procedure. "No dark rituals? No blood sacrifices?"

"Indeed. The willing soul needs no such sticks and carrots - the procedure was a complete success."

They were now standing in the Path of Liminality, once again carefully restored by the combined efforts of Yemhelch, Yemhelch, Eiryk, Ahnbein and some former Jungalorian natives who had decided to stay in the Abyss.

"This place... " Eiryk mumbled, as he looked to the glorious sunset that now tinged the sunflowers a brilliant yellow. "...like that tavern before, is it all an illusion?"

"No. To tell the truth, the city, the hillsides, the countryside and even this place are memories of everyone who gave their lives to form the union." Yemhelch explained. "If you look closely upon these stones, you'll find them to be a headstone marking each of their names."

"Every one of these..." Eiryk gasped as he took in the vista of graves reaching to the horizon.

"Indeed. And as long as I remember them, they will never truly die."

They walked in silence towards the end of the Path.

"So, what are you planning on doing next?" Eiryk finally asked as the fracture in time opened before them.

"In order to fully replenish my strength to help you reach the ruins of Meridia, I'll be remaining here to rest." the man with the dusty overcoat said. "The rest of you are free to go wherever you please. Use this gateway to return to Jungalore."

"This... leads to Fort Frenga, right?" Ahnbein asked.

"Indeed. Well, not really - a bit of a walk, yes... but it's close enough."

"I'll go with you, then. I'd like to ask Karliah for something as well." Eiryk nodded. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"I'll let you know when I'm ready. Give me at least 1 Jungalorian Day." the man smiled. "... hm? What about you, old friend?"

To this, Yemhelch's stomach growled - and Ahnbein laughed.

"... I guess I'm going to Frenga as well. I was so pumped up about this that I completely forgot to eat."

"Alright."

"Hey, before you forget..." the man casually threw a small box at Yemhelch's hands. "Here, take this."

"This is..."

"The results of our guest's assistance. You'll know how to use it when the time comes."

"Thank you."

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Stepping out of the gateway, both Eiryk and Ahnbein found themselves just outside Fort Frenga, a short distance, just as Yemhelch had claimed. Eiryk felt uneasy still about the man's actions, but felt no ill intention on him or his kind. A friend, for certain. What troubled Eiryk more was how he kept feeling his skin burn under the light of the sun.

"Eiryk." Ahnbein spoke up, "If I may, you seem discomforted. Is it because..."

"So this is what it means to be undead... Huh..." He mused. He'd need to get to a tailor and craft for himself some more fitting clothes.

And sure enough, when Eiryk finally reached Fort Frenga with Ahnbein, he was able to stop by the nearest smithy and customized his gear anew. A black hood to cover his head and a black cowl to cover his mouth and nose. His left arm would be fine in the sun, but his main body required some extra cover. He made a thick black scarf to cover his shoulders, and chose a black padded vest for his torso, which he lengthened slightly to give the impression of an aketon. He further fashioned similarly padded baggy pants. Lastly, he made with some dull white steel some pauldrons to wear under the black scarf, greaves of the same material, and a single gauntlet for his right hand. He crafted for himself a simple clasp to keep his scarf snug, and upon completion of the whole outfit, he smiled.

"Something is missing, but this will do."

He didn't quite know where Karliah was, but he had to find her and tell her of the news. He also would need to somehow get in contact with the assassins and force them to take him in...

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Baphomatt, in the meanwhile, had an idea. He had to destroy Mikkael's armor, and that spear of the Paragon's would be perfect for the job in his mind.

"An artifact such as that, I can simply absorb it into my body like with the tome and badge. It shouldn't be too difficult."

Yet when he approached the spear, he found that he couldn't pull it. Not any demon he sent nor his own power could wrest the spear from its resting place.

"Then, I guess if I can't destroy it, I can at least dispose of it somewhere..."

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Karliah had no idea what she was doing, but Ruuta smiled at her as she approached the town of Tal-Ari, the former Remnvald Keep. It was originally the purpose of the Knights to stop Exodiin, but now, it served as a safety zone for those who were of Reptal blood, and those who would seek ancient wisdom.

Karliah pulled out the pendant and looked at the castle, she had concern in her eyes as she did so, and Ruuta chuckled to herself.

"You brought me here, and already you have this air of worry. Relax. If anything happens, the two of us can surely handle it..." Ruuta said, attempting to reassure Karliah. The paladin nodded and walked through the town.

They reached the castle, and the Reptal guards stopped them.

"Humans aren't allowed entry into the palace, official business only!"

Karliah flashed the pendant, "I need to know more about this."

The guards shook their heads, but then a low growl could be heard from within the castle.

"The one who bears that pendant... Let her enter."

Karliah turned to Ruuta, who nodded, "No worries, I'll be here."

Karliah entered the palace, and to her amazement, the walls were crested with gold, and were pristine in comparison to the ruins of the mainland. Even Cyndar Castle in its heyday couldn't compare in beauty to the renovations conducted by the Reptal people.

She followed the main corridor, and climbed three flights of stairs before arriving at the throne room. There, she entered, and came face to face with the king of dragons.

"So... You are the chosen..." Exodiin bellowed with a grin.

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As Yemhelch walked around admiring the handiwork of the people who were rebuilding the town, he found his favorite meat jerky stall back in business. As he approached, he spotted a familiar face preparing a oil-fried vension and hanging it out to dry.

"Well! Hello there, Yemhelch the Demonslayer!" Alvus smiled as he expertly maneuvered a sizzling slab of red meat onto the pot. "What brings you here?"

"Gimme the biggest slab of meat you got, Alvus." Yemhelch smiled back. "How much will that be?"

"Usually, I'd say in the tune of 500 legens, but there's something happening in the Clan Hall." Alvus nodded to a large, fortified longhouse that doubled as a defensive hardpoint for the fortress. "How about you go handle it, and I get you free meals for a week?"

"Deal." Yemhelch nodded. "Still, I'm kinda hungry..."

"Well then, this cow tongue is on the house." Alvus nodded, plucking a succulent lump of flesh on a cloth plate with a slice of wheatbread. "Ain't right sending a man hungry to do dangerous work, right?"

"Dangerous work?"

"Well, beyond the walls... it is kind of dangerous." Alvus apologized. "So, yeah... please go to the Clan Hall and speak with the elders once you're done eating..."

"I'm done."

"That was quick..." Alvus chuckled as he poured a mug of fresh water. "Well then, we'll be counting on you again. Sorry for imposing and all, especially since you just returned from Selk after escorting our caravan..."

"We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other."

"I'll be sure to help you right back. You can count on it!"

Nodding to Alvus, he approached the Clan Hall, and was immediately invited inside by a guard now wearing a large bandage on his left eye that couldn't hide the huge grin of recognition.

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"Thanks to everyone's efforts, our alliance with Selk is going well." Elder Amarius finished. "This is why we are establishing embassies to each other to serve as expedited contacts between our states."

"Um, so do you need a military force for that?" Ahnbein asked. "Is that why the knights are here?"

"Well, no. See, we'll be escorting their ambassador here. Since the Doomreach Swamp and the desert are the most dangerous stretch of land between Selk and Fort Frenga, you, Yemhelch and a platoon of knights will be meeting them at the Avalon Bridge."

"Why at Avalon?"

"Two reasons, Yemhelch." Elder Zanril smiled. "One, Avalon has also shown interest in joining our alliance. Second, the Selkie desert is simply far too dangerous and geologically unstable to possibly walk across. And we don't want to put anyone under any risk more than it can be helped."

Yemhelch nodded. "Doomreach Swamp, huh? What kind of monsters have inhabited that region? Anything we should expect?"

"An excellent question, Yemhelch. As expected of a veteran like you." Elder Amarius smiled, the action sending her face into a series of wrinkles. "You should be wary of meeting Poison-type Great Morphos that have been confirmed to be in the area, along with some unconfirmed reports of undead in the swamp. Though it's unconfirmed, you should remain on alert."

"Understood."

"Then, it's agreed upon. You and Ahnbein will serve as platoon commanders and join with the Ambassadors' escorts at the Avalon Bridge." Elder Zanril nodded, adjusting his ceremonial robe. " Hopefully, with this tri-state force, you can guarantee the safety of those traveling with you."

"We'll do our best." Ahnbein gave them a polite bow. "Thank you for helping the people in our time of need, Elders Amarius and Zanril."

"Likewise." Yemhelch nodded. "We'll be going now."

"I apologize for having you do so much work, especially after you escorted the ambassador's caravan to Selk." Elder Amarius bowed politely in return. "Especially you, Lady Ahnbein..."

"No. no..." Ahnbein quickly waved her hands. "Wiping out that small force of Great Morphos that couldn't even reach our main walls wasn't really a challenge..."

"Regardless, are already in your debt. Know that we will do our utmost to help you two in return." Elder Zanril smiled. "You have our word as the Elders of Clan Fernvolk. If you have any requests you'd like to make now, please go ahead. We will do what we can to help."

"Anything at all, huh?" Yemhelch mused. "How about a good meal? I'm just using some field rations for now, but I could go for a good meal when I come back."

"I could do with a new shield." Ahnbein spoke after considering her answer. "My old shield was destroyed in the battle against the metal beasts..."

"These, we can do." Elder Zanril replied with a smile. "Also, you two are welcome to rest here in the Clan Hall's guest room for as long as you please. Thank you again."

"Well then, we'll be off."

-

The letters of introductions were not even necessary. Morale in the platoon had soared when they explained the situation to the knights. After escorting Elder Zanril to the site of the new Selkian Embassy, the group left Fort Frenga, towards the desert region south of the Corisca Mainland.

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"Do you feel that, Ahnbein?" Yemhelch smiled. "That feeling of danger in the air, the way the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on end? Be ready for a fight."

She quickly clamped her hand on the back of her neck, and gasped. "How...?"

"Years and years of experience will instill a sort of sixth sense into you." Yemhelch nodded. "When we came here, didn't you notice how quiet it was? Not one monster in the swamp area. Not one undead in the Corisca desert. Nothing."

"I... I did."

"... yeah, stay on your guard, eyes on the bridge and surroundings."

-

"Selk Convoy, Captains Yemhelch and Ahnbein!" one of the knights saluted. "Approaching the bridge now."

"Understood. Let's go meet with them." Yemhelch replied, then cracked a smile. "Perhaps they brought snacks."

That lightened the mood up a little.

"What's with you and food?" Ahnbein shook her head with a smile. "It's like you're secretly a gourmand or something..."

"Gourmand mercenary, huh?" Yemhelch scratched his head as he walked across the bridge. "Maybe there's a good career path..."

-

Resting with the Diplomatic Caravan, Yemhelch ensured that the knights had a good meal - but not too much so as to cripple their fighting ability. He helped himself to some apple sticks and a jug of lemonade.

"So, I was wondering..." Ahnbein asked. "Why do you dress in cloth armor, and use a short sword?"

"I guess I'm more of a fragile speedster while you're focused on a balance of offense and defense." Yemhelch replied. "Besides, I like being speedy. Fits my fighting style."

"So it does... but what if you get injured?"

"I got this." Yemhelch grinned as he loosened his leather shirt to show the iron chainmail underneath. "I'll be fine."

Downing his waterskin, he was roused by the alert cry of a scout.

"Captains! Unidentified enemies approaching from the Corisca Desert!"

Meal forgotten, Yemhelch quickly grabbed his weapon and rushed out of the wagon, with Ahnbein close on his trail. That was when his nose twitched at the distinct scent of rot.

"Undead." Yemhelch grunted at Ahnbein. "A whole bunch of 'em. Probably a necromancer or two in their ranks. Stay with me."

"Knights! In formation! Protect the caravans and scatter to a four square!" Ahnbein called to the knights and they responded with a throaty "HOOAH!."

As Yemhelch walked to face the onslaught of perhaps (he counted at least 40 under the moonlight), his feet began to sense tremors - footsteps. Something extremely heavy and on two legs was walking towards them. As a cloud parted on the full moon, he saw his quarry - a man wearing what seemed to be blood-scoffed plate armor bearing the royal crest of Cyndar, unclasping a massive sword from his back.

"I told you that running off alone was a rookie move." Yemhelch grinned, recognition blooming on his face.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Mikkael didn't recognize who he was facing, but still felt a sense of familiarity unlike what he felt when facing Eiryk, and the girl, he recognized her much, but felt like somehow she was quite important. He didn't have the armor that Baphomatt had been upgrading, but any second into the fight, he would send waves of undead to Mikkael's aid.

Without the armor, he would only be able to fight with two hands rather than one as he had been.

He gave the command for the undead to close in, and used his raw strength to cause the ground to crack and rumble, pillars of earth shooting up as he tore the ground asunder.

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Eiryk himself had chosen to stay in the town of Fort Frenga, and there he found himself coming to enjoy the cover of night. Of course, that was when he met with a visiting Kemonor... One from Vel Da Ir.

"Eiryk! So this is where you've been hiding." Kazeko greeted him, "I see you've gone ahead and changed your outfit."

"I have, unfortunately, the Assassin's Guild turned me down." He grumbled, "They think me a rookie."

"Really?" She asked, giving it some thought, "Ever consider taking an apprenticeship in Vel Da Ir?"

"No, it's not my thing to do ninja work. I just want to master the art of fighting."

"Who is that you're talking to?" Another voice chimed in. The girl with the short pink hair walked up, the leader of the monks in Vel Da Ir...

"Ah, Arisa, this is Eiryk, he's having some trouble getting with the assassins." Kazeko informed the girl. He took a look over her garments.

"A monk." He stated. The woman smiled.

"Yes, I'm the head monk in Vel Da Ir. How did you know? Most can't distinguish our gear from the others."

Eiryk had athought for a moment, but as he peered at the garments, he recalled it. Information about what differed between the priests and monks. Something locked in at the back of his mind, which suddenly came into light.

"I... Used to be a scholar." He answered, "... Studying to become an acolyte."

"Well, how about this, kid, if you can beat me in a one-on-one duel, I'll personally get the scorpion to accept you." Arisa stated, putting on her gilded cestus, "Sound fair?"

"A-Arisa! You'll kill hi-"

"I accept." Eiryk grinned. He kept his left arm back and kept his right arm in front of his chest.

"Wh-WHAAAAT!?"

"Really now?" Arisa wondered, curiously, "Most would decline one of these offers you know..."

"It's fine, let's go. One-on-one, one round."


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"Alright then!" Arisa affirmed, "LET'S BEGIN!"

Eiryk wasted no time closing the distance, but he knew this wasn't the best strategy, so at the last moment he stepped back and observed how she was to attack him. A strong opening punch for sure, followed by a side-winding kick. She suddenly noticed he wasn't there and stopped, but lost control due to the momentum of her kick, leaving an opening for Eiryk to grab her with his right hand.

He spun her for a moment then tossed her, taking his bow out and rolling to the left as she did a slide-in kick, giving him the opportunity to load three arrows and loose them at her, yet in that moment, she blocked them with the metal part of her cestus.

"Not bad, kid." She spoke.

Eiryk took no time to exchange words, instead opting to loose three arrows into the air. As she dodged back and out of the way, Eiryk was already loosing an arrow where she was going to be! A direct hit got her in the shoulder. He quickly dropped his bow and grinned.

"Dropping your weapon? Don't tell me you-"

"You talk too much." Eiryk bellowed, "This is how you use your mouth in battle."

He jumped forward and bit onto her cestus, hurting his teeth slightly, but combined with his grip on her arm, she couldn't shake him off, so instead she used her might to slam him into the wall a few times before he managed to jam his armored foot into her belly.

"Ng... You're really good... That's for sure..." Arisa continued to comment, "Scorpio really is missing an opportunity."

She then decided to rush in, and in that instant, Eiryk unleashed his black arm, something he dubbed, the abyssal vestment. The bandages morphed into the shadow claw and his shadow eye. Arisa was shocked by this sudden move and his strong arm colliding into her chest, shoving her into the very same wall he was being slammed into just moments ago.

"What kind of power is that!?" She shouted with shock, even Kazeko, standing at the side, found herself wondering about this new ability that just arose.

"Shadow form...? No... It's different... He wouldn't have the shadow parasite if he wasn't accepted as an assassin..." Arisa thought to herself as the battle raged on. She found herself unable to dodge every hit, and kept taking damage. Slowly, she was being worn down, and her healing couldn't even catch up to her wounds, she would need to end it quickly.

She herself began making somatic movements as she tried dodging each hit, and on the last movement, just as she was about to unleash her Asura Break, Eiryk grabbed her mid-air in the middle of his jump, and slammed her down into the ground.

The battle was over... Eiryk, had won. His abyssal vestment reverted back to its bandaged form, and he took a deep breath.

"I suppose I've earned that reward then..."

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Ahnbein had stayed back. Defeating these undead was up to her and her squad - but she kept her focus on Yemhelch as he fought single combat against the armored Meridian who was clearly the strongest of the bunch. In fact, a single sweeping attack he used was sufficient to rend the very earth into massive pillars that made getting through them a difficult task for the wheeled wagons.

They'd have to cut through the swamps; and god knows what was waiting for them there...

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Yemhelch easily sidestepped and weaved through the enormous blade strikes from Mikkael, all the while giving him hints and talking to him like he wasn't trying to decapitate him. The cloth armor and the light mail proved exceptionally useful for these last-minute feints and dodges - further infuriating the Meridian.

"You hold the blade like a rookie. Stop applying so much force to the heft and focus on balance."

"Can you stop screaming? It does nothing, and only tires you out faster."

"What's the matter? All that heavy armor getting to you? It's not a good gear set for a sparring match..."

"THIS IS NOT A SPARRING MATCH!" Mikkael shouted. "DON'T STAND IN MY WAY, MORTAL!"

"You're the one acting dimicky, Mikkael." Yemhelch shrugged after easily stepping away from a sweeping strike meant for his throat. "I expected better from a fellow ace attorney, though..."

Ace attorney? He hesitated at the half-thought. Something was wrong. The full moon was setting fast, and his undead assault group had been devastated by Ahnbein and her party. And his reinforcements were still not showing up. If this went on for much longer, the sun would be up and the undead he commanded would suffer grievously. He shook his head to clear the headache that had been growing in his head as the fight continued.

"DRAW YOUR BLADE AND FIGHT ME, HUMAN!" Mikkael roared, as he swung his massive blade overhead - determined to bisect his opponent in two.

"I don't wanna~" Yemhelch replied, with a wry grin forming on his face as he stepped calmly out of the way.

"TYPICAL COWARDLY TRICKS FROM A LOWER RACE, HUMAN!" Mikkael yelled as he delivered a brutal downward slash that would have sliced a castle gate in two. "DIE!"

"I don't feel like dying today." Yemhelch let the massive blade whiz by with another feint - letting it smash into the ground, then jammed his booted foot into the zweihandler's bladehole, driving it deeper into the rocky soil. Without a word, he stepped over and using the blade as a stepping ladder, delivered a solid kick to the visor of the armored helmet that sent Mikkael staggering back. "See, I could beat you without even unsheathing my blade since you depend on amateur tricks like you used to."

Silence, but a glare of murderous rage from the prideful warrior. Sensing his discomfort, Yemhelch continued.

"Or, maybe you didn't really want to hit me, old friend?"

With a feral roar of rage, Mikkael switched to his gauntlets to try and smash this man to pulp, but once more he kept feinting and blocking his bone-crushing assaults with ease.

Where was his reinforcements? The sunrise had already begun, a sliver of orange upon the horizon slowly shedding light on the devastated battlefield. This man, who referred to him with such familiarity must've planned this all along - the sun would weaken him for sure, he was not about to stick around and find out.

"Are you done shaking with doubt, Mikkael?" Yemhelch asked him as he kicked the fallen blade to Mikkael. "Then here, take your blade. Fight like you mean it."

"And fall for your tricks again?" Mikkael spat out as he reclaimed his blade and made a threatening gesture. "Not on your life."

"Then, I challenge you, Mikkael. Pick a place and time." Yemhelch smiled. "...if you dare."

"Cyndar Castle, at the stroke of midnight - tonight!" Mikkael growled back. "I will face you down with my full strength then, mortal!"

With a sweep of his tattered, bloodstained cloak, Mikkael ran across the Corisca Desert towards the blood-red sea barely visible in the horizon.

A cheer went up from the people who had seen the dark knight's rout as Yemhelch returned, and Ahnbein finally clicked her mouth shut with her hand.

"... I- I see why you wear cloth armor now." she mumbled after the celebratory atmosphere died down. "But... that man..."

"Yeah, listen." Yemhelch nodded. "We'll talk about it later. For now, we need to get this caravan to Fort Frenga pronto."

"Y-yeah..."

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As the dawn broke, Eiryk sat at the tavern table. Though he won the match, he couldn't handle what came after. As Arisa had made an effort to heal herself, so too did she try and heal Eiryk. Unfortunately, this did not bode well with his undead aspect. He couldn't even drink a potion, because he vomitted it up as soon as it hit his stomach. Finally, he settled for a blue rare steak, which hit the spot quite swimmingly, and his wounds gradually healed. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough, so after all formalities were said and done, Eiryk went on a trip south into the forest.

After hunting ten deer on his own and eating six raw, he returned to Fort Frenga with the remaining four.

Now the dawn of the next day, he found a boon to being undead. He didn't require sleep, but something caught his attention as he layed in the bed anyways and came to rest...

"That wound he showed us... Do you think it was...?"

"Had to be. No one else could use a sword that massive..."

"What has gotten into Mikkael?"


Again, word of the dark knight traveled across the land. This time, Eiryk learned more listening in on the conversation in the next room. Kazeko and Arisa knew him from a trial in Vel Da Ir, the same trial that had Karliah removed from the inquisition. More and more memories appeared, and painted a picture of his life before the cataclysm. Yet he felt so impersonal, like he was just watching life go by.

Standing from the table after breakfast, Eiryk readied himself. Apparently another ARK group was spotted heading up the roads, and would reach Fort Frenga by sundown. Rather than let them attack, Eiryk opted to stop them on the way down the road. He hitched a ride on the back of a hunting carriage, and when he was at the closest point, hopped off.

There, along the road, he spotted three ARKs, and drew out his abyssal vestment, only to find it was less powerful.

That's when he realized... His problem was the sun.

He was nearing death, when suddenly, a dark shadow cut through the three of them swiftly.

"You're not dying yet, kid..."

Mikkael had... saved him?

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Mikkael bellowed, his fist smashing a table into splinters.

"E-easy there, Mikkael..." Baphomatt cringed at the sheer force that quivered through the floor. "The reason why I sent the ARKs was when I realized those good-for-nothing humans had hired elite mercenaries to protect the ambassador..."

The man's words echoed through his head.

'Ace Attorney'.

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU SEND THEM AS BACKUPS TO ME?!" Mikkael growled. "Was everything you said a lie? WERE YOU TRYING TO BETRAY ME?!"

At this, Baphomatt nervously gulped. "N-no! We're friends, aren't we? Partners! I simply didn't think that a mercenary force would be sufficient to stop you... urr...."

"SHUT UP! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU AND YOUR STUPID TINKERING WITH MY ARMOR, THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN DUST BEFORE MY BLADE!" Mikkael growled. "Now... give my armor to me. I have things to do. We're expecting a guest tonight, and I will face him with my full strength."

"O-of course, Mikkael..." Baphomatt nodded nervously. "J-just please stop yelling. It disturbs the rest of the dead..."

Why was he shouting?

It just felt good. Like it was something he was supposed to be doing.

"I've done what I can to power it up." Baphomatt chuckled nervously. "Please, go on..."

At his touch, the unusual fabrics began to weave around Mikkael's skin, infusing layer after layer of plate and unusual black-greenish lines that glowed red after a while as it finished interfacing with his body. A few moments later, the process was complete and Mikkael stood renewed by the vigor that pumped through the suit, infusing him with even greater bodily strength, augmenting his own might.

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Eiryk returned to town as the sun set and found Yemhelch relaxing outside the recently restored tavern, now sporting a new signboard 'The Dancing Fairies.' As he got closer, he realized that his head was bandaged and waved at him.

"Oh hey, are you injured? What happened?" Eiryk asked him. "Are you all right?"

"Naw, it's not so bad." Yemhelch chuckled. "A Great Poison Morpho bonked me upside the head from behind while we were returning with a caravan. I'm fine, really... what about you? You look like you've been running a marathon. Here, help yourself to some water. It'll cool you off."

"Anything happen?"

"Yeah. Got jumped by a bunch of undead at the bridge... led by, hold your pants, Eiryk." Yemhelch sighed. "By our mutual friend Mikkael."

"Mikkael? But he was the one who slew the three ARKs that almost attacked Fort Frenga..."

"Oh boy. We got a paradox on our hands."

The two of them sat by the bench, admiring the forming starscape in the sky when a familiar figure walked up to them.

"Why hello there." Yemhelch smiled. "Looks like you're all recovered."

"Indeed. The flow is growing stronger everyday." the man smiled. "So, I've got good news and bad news..."

At this, Eiryk tensed up.

"Bad news?"

"The dark energies from Cyndar castle are peaking. I think the entire area from Cyndar to Wynd Bay is thick with these forces. Who or whatever's running the show in there must've gotten pissed off."

Yemhelch remained quiet.

"So, what's the good news?" Eiryk asked him.

"I've managed to gather enough energy to create a gap to New Meridia safely while sending in a purification field in advance." he explained. "Usually, it's a passive process - forced like this, it takes a lot out of me."

"I see..."

"Well, it's the least I could do after you helped us." the man adjusted his wizard hat, and walked towards the south gate. "Once you're ready, come to Lake Forkheads, just southwest from here. You'll know it when you see it."

"Lake Forkheads?"

"It's fine. I know the place." Yemhelch nodded. "Gather what or who you need, and meet me back at the south gate in 30 minutes."

"Alright..."

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Eiryk gave it some thought, but wasn't entirely sure if there was anyone else in particular he wanted to bring into this. He couldn't help but feeling like he was being watched. He turned his head, looking around every which way, but saw no one. Then he figured it out when a young man presented him with a scroll.

"What is this?" Eiryk asked, opening it. The man was gone by the time Eiryk looked back up.

He read the scroll to himself.

"This is to certify that we have accepted your application, Eiryk Advento. You shall herein be spending your coming battles as a member of the Assassin's Guild of Selk under the guidance of Jiu Duan Master Arisa Ushijima. Training will begin immediately, and you will be carefully watched and observed.

A gift has been prepared for you, it is waiting at the Adventurer's Association.

Signed, Master Assassin Scorpio
Co-Signed, Master Jiu Duan Arisa Ushijima"


Eiryk looked around again, feeling as though he was being watched still. However, he smiled at this acceptance letter, and made way to the adventurer's association...

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"Ah, yes, we do have something for you. They used to do this all the time back with the Cyndar recruits..." The teller stated, reaching to the top shelf and pulling down a black box with silver metal holding it together. He presented it to Eiryk with a smile.

"Only one pair per recruit. That's what they always say."

Eiryk opened the box and realized what they were giving him, a pair of push daggers called katars. He now realized exactly what he had to do. With twenty minutes left, he headed to the blacksmith, and decided to reforge these katars and his one gauntlet into a pair. Leaving, he now had three retractable blades in each of two gauntlets. Perfect for if he, at any point, wished to use his bow or Excalibur, which still hung at his side.

Time was almost up, so he hurried to the gate.

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Karliah finally left the palace, now rid of her basic knight armor she had procured from her travels, she instead wore black armor with a white trim, feathers to the sides of her helmet visor, and let her golden hair flow freely.

"We must head to Cyndar." She instructed Ruuta.

"What did the dragon king say?" The lady-knight asked. Karliah smiled and shook her head.

"It's nonsense, but I have to see for myself."

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Eiryk, after equipping his new gear, walked south after procuring a small bag of supplies and a vial of holy water, meeting with Yemhelch who had brought some rope, a set of weights and a small sand bag. Nodding to him to acknowledge his readiness, he walked into the forest - where the strange creatures first appeared. Now, the forest was silent except for the strange humming of insects and the occasional cry of a night bird echoing in the distance.

The full moon was rising when they passed the last layer of trees and entered Lake Forkheads proper, and Eiryk gasped. Under the full strength of the moonlight, the lake shimmered with ethereal light, illuminating trees that stood tall, verdant and green as far as the eye could see. As they approached, a strange bird with massive multicolored feathers took off into the starlit sky. Around the water's edge, fireflies danced like disembodied souls, and a nearby spring provided a gentle, soothing background. He walked towards one of these streams and dipped his hand in, collecting a handful of water. Giving it an experimental sip, he found the water of this place to be exceptionally refreshing - most likely fed from underground magma reserves.

Unwilling to break the serene silence of this place, Eiryk stepped closer to the lake without saying anything. That's when he saw the campsite - a simple affair of four logs placed in a square around a glass lantern. Seated upon one of these logs was a man wearing a traditional fishing wader set, with a fishing rod casually cast into the lake.

"So, now what?" Eiryk whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" the man whispered back.

"Is it a secret?" Yemhelch interjected in a perfect stage whisper.

That broke the ice. Eiryk smiled for real, before continuing. "So, what do we do to reach the ruins of New Meridia?"

"Simple - wade into the lake and swim towards the center. Focus on your goal, and we can use the dual sync to reach our target." the man explained, reeling in his catch - a healthy looking salmon. "Will you be joining us as well?"

"Well, to be honest - no." Yemhelch sighed. "I have a duel to attend to. I did challenge him after all."

"I see. Then, I'll go with you for a while, Eiryk." the man nodded. "While the process has started, it is vital that we avoid combat. Think you can apply some tactical espionage action skills? You seem especially kitted out for that sort of thing."

"I'll be careful." Eiryk nodded as he began slowly wading into the crystal-clear waters. The man in the ranger's gear also followed him, walking deeper and deeper into the lake until it was impossible to wade.

"Remember. Close your eyes and visualize your objective." the man continued. "Relax. Will yourself to travel along the fabric of time and space. The fibers should resonate to your will."

Fibers?

The moonlight streamed down in beams of delicate rays, illuminating the lake, the seaweeds dancing and the schools of fish quickly traveling out of his way.

Focus.

Think of something, anything about New Meridia.

Focus.

As he took another step, he felt himself fall - and quickly managed to land on his feet... on a bloodstained platform. The smell of blood and death assaulted his nostrils as he watched the fibers at the edge of his vision purify the corrupted waters.

"As long as you remain in this protective circle, the decay cannot take you." the voice echoed in his head. "But be swift - I cannot hold this barrier up for too long. Find what you seek, and think of the place you want to return to."

"I understand. Thank you."

He looked around. It seemed to be a small alcove of the Meridian palace. Perhaps used to grow herbs by someone in a distant time. What remained were wilted, long-dead plants in pots that still dripped blood.

-

Yemhelch walked calmly towards Cyndar proper. Many a time, he ran into the undead - but after a few scuffles, they always retreated.

"He's definitely serious." he mused. "Perhaps a mass-attack, huh?"

Walking by the bloodstained streets that once were so familiar to him, he passed the former Magus Guild hall, now overrun with demons and the undead still busy desecrating the few corpses and bones that remained here, and passed the gates into the castle courtyard.

At the very center stood a man clad in armor that seemed to glow with black light, a massive blade in hand that similarly glowed red, dripping with foul energies.

"You're late." Mikkael scowled. "Still, I commend you on showing up. You should thank me, mortal. I was the one who told him to keep the undead at bay for you."

Looking up, he saw... Baphomatt? The face was unmistakable, aside from the red eyes, and the clearly draconic features that now adorned his face.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid to face me again?" Yemhelch called at him. "You should be, the way we beat your ass in that trial..."

"A-are you going to let that pathetic mortal speak to m-us so?!" Baphomatt shrieked. "Show him the power that we wield!"

"Despite this handicap, now that you're here..." Mikkael smiled grimly as he hefted his blade in one hand with ease. "I hope you've written a will beforehand."

"That won't be necessary."

"You wont trick me again!" Mikkael roared. "Baphomatt! I command you! Use the power of the Black Moon!"

"T-the black moon...!" Baphomatt visibly paled.

"NOW!"

He raised both his clawed hands into the inky black sky, and with a series of incantations in the demonic tongue, he welded the seething clouds of darkness that coiled around the region into a solid wall of pure darkness, blocking out the sky completely.

"There is no escape now." Mikkael grinned. "And I can fight for as long as I damn please without the sun getting in my way! Yield, and I promise to give you a quick, painless death."

"I don't feel like surrendering." Yemhelch replied, letting an obnoxious grin settle on his face.

"THEN DIE!" Mikkael roared, blade spinning as he charged at his foe.

"I've heard that one before!" Yemhelch shouted back as he unsheathed his tanto and charged at his foe.

Above in the parapats, Baphomatt grinned. Perhaps he could dispose of Mikkael for real this time... all he had to do was run. So he waited for the Black Moon - a wall of solid darkness in his way to slowly crumble. It would take quite some time, however...

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Karliah was astounded by the skies as she rode upon the back of the dragon king. There, above the night clouds, they would be obscured from view, and Ruuta would be able to signal Exodiin at the departure time.

With her standing at the Cyndar gates, prepared to fend off the undead, Karliah gracefully took a fall from the Dragon's back, landing at the top of Cyndar's castle.

There, impaled in the tower, was a bright red spear, glowing, vibrant. With her pendant in hand, she raised it to the sky, and the protective barrier around it dissipated into the eternal moonlight. As the moon shed its light by the call of Baphomatt, she pulled the spear from its resting place, raising it high. Karliah had realized everything that the dragon king said was true, tales of other worlds, much like this one, the existence of gods beyond the gods, and the key to the end, now resting in her possession.

Yet something erupted from under her feet, and she vaulted down from the tower. Karliah found herself in some back alley of Cyndar, and surrounded by demonic forces of appalling design. Yet she knew, that with this spear, none would stand in her way.

"No longer am I the inquisitor Karliah..." She spoke, "I am the second eternal paragon! Eris!"

Her hair turned a vibrant white, and her eyes shed their blue turning a deep crimson, and the spear in her hand shone a deep red light. None would limit her escape.

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Eiryk, at first worried that the waters would overtake him, found himself walking through the halls of the Meridian Palace. Red were the halls as the protection circle would push back the majority of the waters. Yet it was dark, having found that the palace had crumbled and fallen quite a distance from the cove where it initially rested.

Being that he couldn't swim, he had to find a way through the place as quick as possible. The main objective was still clear; Where was the monolith that Demeter had mentioned? What would a monolith of darkness look like?

He found the throne room blocked. All nearby pathways were destroyed.

"Damn, maybe there's another way around through the town?"

He exited the palace and climbed the rocks upwards through the rubble and fallen stones, finding his way into the main town's cove. Yet, as he stepped forth, he found himself under attack! The meridians who once walked the town, those who failed to escape, were reanimated. Not only that, but Eiryk found them cooperating with ARKs!

"So it begins."

Eiryk tore his way, one by one, through each Meridian Guard. Each fell upon his razor sharp claws, and the ARKs would find themselves clashing against Eiryk's arm of darkness. Each one being torn in half. Yet, Eiryk felt his stomach grumble, and his mind growing numb with each body torn apart and slaughtered.

That was when he realized, the flesh of the mortals was rather delicious looking.

Despite being undead themselves, Eiryk bit into the flesh of each Meridian, eating them in their undeath and regaining a portion of his sanity, all the while, he found himself growing more and more powerful as the blood trickled into the darkness of his left arm. As five ARKs closed in on him, aiming their lasers, Eiryk swiped with his arm, encased in shadows, and deflected the lasers aimed at him right back at the technological monsters.

One by one, each threat fell, and his hunger grew to a point where he was eating the dead as he finished off each threat and progressed through the city. At one point, even noticing wanted signs.

Mikkael Altans and Philena Taltanis, both were wanted at one point for treason. Yet, Eiryk had no time to ponder this. Near one clan house, he found the courtyard teeming with soldiers and scholars, the flags were unrecognizable to Eiryk, but he knew that with the sheer number of guards, this had to be the place. Yet even the undead looked to him with wonder, as he strode through the masses wearing the skins of those he had slain. Then, as the last drop of blood trickled into his arm, it morphed his eye.

~~~ Eiryk has fed his Abyssmal Vestment the blood of 50 undead! ~~~
~~~ New Ability: Calm Undead ~~~

He gazed into the eyes of each who looked at him the wrong way, and each lowered their weapons.

"Go now, dismantle the machines that desecrate this ruin!"

Each soldier and scholar, undead as they were, followed his command. He nodded and walked into the clan house, and that was when he saw it, a picture of a family of four. One elderly meridian, a father, a mother, and a young male meridian.

This was his family home. Mikkael's. He had to keep this painting somehow, and so he ordered a nearby undead troop to carry the painting to Selk. By the time he was done here, he would be able to meet the people of Selk and explain. For now, he had a mission still, and he was nearly out of time.

Exploring the place, he found the father's room, and a diary. He didn't understand a lick of the mer tongue, but he could understand the drawings. He went back to the room with the fireplace, and pressed a brick, unlocking a hidden passage. There, the dead lay. Yet they looked to have suffered worse wounds than that of the undead.

Eiryk found himself in the palace once again, this time, in the throne room. There, he saw a large hole leading down into what was the former Meridian Depths, a place infested with sea dragons. Nodding to himself, he jumped down.

At first, complete darkness, then, he found himself floating into a large chamber, with a design glowing a machine red like that of the ARKs. A brand upon the ground? Finally landing, more smaller lights lit up, showing a unsightly beast at the center of the room.

A man stood there, another undead meridian, yet he recognized this one as the father in the painting. The cause of the meridian civil war; Mikkael's father. Yet he was not all there, his eyes glowed a fierce red, and he drank deep of something beyond this world's comprehension, the Chalice of Meridia, and yet, it was not aglow, meaning it would have no effect upon him. He absorbed the artifact into his flesh, and approached a large ARK. Responding to his call, the machine morphed itself to augment his body, and then the darkness enveloped him.

Eiryk attempted to approach the man as quick as he could, yet a forcefield blocked his approach. Immediately, the man grew in size, and the ARK and its darkness enveloped him, forgine him into a massive beast, with blades upon his arms. The red eyes of the ARK were augmented by sharp fangs, like large needles. It grinned a hellish smile as it found itself equipped with a massive mechanical staff, engraved with red runes.

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Gazing at the beast in wonder, it let out a hideous roar, and in an instant, the sphere of protection vanished. Yet, Eiryk found something interesting, despite this setback. He didn't need to breathe.

However, this meant he was unable to escape.

The giant began to cast a spell, causing the red waters to swirl violently and pulling Eiryk up, before crashing the current downwards. He felt himself being crushed by the sheer amount of water, yet he still needed to get up and fight. He had to follow the words of the goddess.

The water inhibited each movement, and so he only moved at around half his normal speed. Eiryk took to the defensive for now, observing his movements. When he wasn't casting a spell, he was swiping with his staff, focussing his will at the end to deal an elemental strike.

That was when he began to cast fire under the red waters, and boiled the undead in them. Eiryk felt his skin burning more than what a normal fire attack would do, and screamed in agony. He was an undead, thus the flames only hurt more than ever. However, with this second spell, the giant of a mer had to rest, and so, Eiryk took the opportunity to climb upon his head and start drilling his claw into each eye of the ARK components, ripping out the laser he was immediately in front of before trying to saw off the armor and pry at it with his shadow arm. Yet, the creature wouldn't let up and threw Eiryk up into waters before swimming upwards and biting down upon him.

Continuing to jam his claw into the eyes, Eiryk eventually moved to pry himself from its mouth, and yet, the pressure was too immense. Gritting his teeth, he slid his claws between the teeth and stabbed its sensitive tongue, causing it to scream in agony. Eiryk took the dangrous route and cut its tongue out from the inside and cut a hole through the jaw, kicking out the armor. The two combatants were bleeding profusely, but Eiryk at least had food in the form of its tongue to regenerate his wounds.

With its six remaining lasers targeting and two more pairs of arms growing out, the beast of the deep fired each laser in quick succession, with Eiryk deflecting each to the side before feeling a painful shot from the seventh. Apparently his arm even had its limits.

Nonetheless, it began to take a risky move, focusing electrical charges, a massive electrical discharge was released, shocking the both of them. Hundreds, if not thousands of bolts of electricity moved through their bodies. What would have normally caused him to suffer a heart attack, Eiryk instead only felt immense pain and internal bleeding. Nonetheless, The beast still stood, with the lights on its body shorted out.

This being a golden opportunity, Eiryk moved onto its leg and began to stab and claw his way up its body, removing its chest piece and destroying the mechanical core. Now, the ARK components would be unable to restart, and there, underneath the core components was a red sphere, beating as if it were a heart. Eiryk bit into it, jamming his claws through and tearing it apart.

The monster let out a loud scream, and then exploded in a wave of blood.

Eiryk picked up the Chalice of Meridia, embedded in the corpse, and ate the flesh to recover his wounds. The lights around him in the room turned yellow, and there, a black monolith rose at the center of the round room. A yellow circle faded in and out at the top of it.

"So, this is the monolith... And the key to heaven..."

Eiryk gave it some thought then pulled out Excalibur. He struck the circle and the lights turned a bright blue on the monolith and on the walls. The brand at the center of the room disappeared, and Eiryk closed his eyes as everything turned a bright white.

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As Eris walked outside of Cyndar, meeting with Ruuta and turning back into her Karliah form, she felt a rumble along with those in every town, the tremors seemingly coming from the site of Tal-Ari - the former location of New Meridia. Eiryk found himself at the shore just outside the Abyssal Atlantis site, across from the town of Tal-Ari, the tremors continued to shake the world, and a white light shone under the depths. And a choir echoed throughout the world as a large white cross exploded from under the waves. A rainbow illuminated the two branches, and it could be seen from across the globe.

Every man, woman, and child awoke that night to see it, a white cross, and many smaller green crosses rising from the waters, as the crimson waves turned to a beautiful, pristine blue. Each cross rose to the heavens, as white barriers of light pushed away the cursed sea.

The waters of the Remnvald Archipelago had been purified, and simultaneously, all the ARKs in the region shut down.

The crosses disappeared, and Eiryk gazed at the beautiful, sparkling waters.

"It is beautiful, yes?"

Eiryk turned to the voice which spoke, and he recognized the figure immediately. It was the previous queen of the meridian people; Meridia Taltanis II.


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"Eiryk Advento... I must thank you." The ghostly queen spoke, smiling upon Eiryk, "I have awaited the day that the traitors against my kingdom would be punished. Not only this, but you have freed my mother's soul, and allowed me to become the new goddess of water... I thus take on the name, Acionna."

"Goddess of Water, Acionna..." Eiryk repeated back to her. She smiled a phlegmatic smile and nodded.

"Yes, this is my new identity. I will forever protect this region of the world from the corruption spurned forth by him, the dragon god who seeks to swallow the world."

Eiryk looked to his side, "So, the question is, what now?"

"Eiryk, your journey is not over, and those who have helped you, those not of this world or this time, they must aid you and you and they must aid the rest of Jungalore... Destroy the keys to the heavens, the six artifacts, and save the elemental gods and goddesses. Three more monoliths yet remain, and soon, if you are not quick enough, the goddess of the earth, Demeter, will pass on."

"Demeter!? Why didn't she...?" Eiryk wondered, but the phlegmatic goddess of water answered him soundly.

"I can only guess that she was saddened by the loss of the other elemental gods." Acionna answered, "And her soul is tied to the north, to the tomb where the queen with the black wings sleeps, across the chaos desert."

"The tomb of... Zeden Altena?"

The goddess nodded, "My time here in this plane is limited, as it is not safe for me here, but you must take caution. Those who wander the chaos desert will find themselves lost without the proper protection, you must find a way to cross the desert..."

The goddess looked across the oceans, continuing, "... and, secondly... He grows in power with each passing of the beasts of darkness under his control. The god who wishes to swallow the world."

Eiryk furrowed his brow, "No matter, I am keen on saving this world. I must to help those with the will to survive."

Smiling, the goddess turned back to him, and spoke a few final words, "Then, Eiryk, I have high hopes for Jungalore... Good luck..."

With her final words, the goddess disappeared from his view. Eiryk made his way to Tal-Ari, and caught a boat.

"Take me to Selk, get me there by morning, and I'll pay you extra."

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And in Cyndar's throne room, as Mikkael saw the cross in the sky disappear, Baphomatt was transforming into something more... demonic.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
"Stay out of this, you!" Mikkael shouted, delivering a savage sword strike that Yemhelch barely dodged - the message meant for Baphomatt. "He has answers I must know! Only I will give him permission to die!"

At this, Yemhelch chuckled darkly. "You don't really get it, do ya, ace attorney?" he grinned as he backflipped to avoid an upward thrust. "Charging in alone really is a rookie mistake."

"WHY. DO. YOU. KEEP. SAYING. THAT?!" Mikkael, further enraged, punctuated a massive strike with each word as he countered with a series of rapid strikes that actually managed to land glancing blows on Yemhelch's reforged tanto.

"Do you really want answers?" Yemhelch grinned. "Very well."

With that, he sidestepped another brutal sweeping attack, and punched the Meridian in the stomach, hard enough to make him stagger through the armor.

"It'll take more than that to end me, mortal!" Mikkael rebounded, delivering a heavy counter that would have lopped Yemhelch's head clean off when his entire body stopped, thrashing against the armor hard enough to draw blood. With a quiet whine, the glowing energies that ran through the armor dimmed and died, leaving Mikkael a prisoner in the casket.

"What trickery is this, you coward?!" Mikkael screamed, struggling against the hold - the sword gripped in cold, dead hands. "Release me! NOW!"

"I didn't do anything, ace attorney." Yemhelch chuckled.

"BAPHOMATT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ARMOR?!" Mikkael roared, his voice loud enough to make the dome of darkness quiver under its assault and even give the undead pause.

Walking up to the immobilized meridian, Yemhelch calmly poked the armored chestplate and pushed the struggling prisoner to the floor, giving him a view of the thrones - where Baphomatt had quickly climbed into the upper balcony.

"COME BACK HERE, BAPHOMATT!" Mikkael roared. "DAMN YOU!"

"You want answers... the truth, don't you?" Yemhelch sighed as he kicked open the black visor protecting his friend's face.

At this, Mikkael let out a low growl, staring bloody murder.

"That armor you took from me runs on Will. You were doubting yourself the whole time, ace attorney, and now your armor is as useless as an iron box." Yemhelch grinned as he plucked out a syringe with a glowing blue liquid. "So, ready for the next bit of testimony?"

"... who are you?"

"I'll let the evidence speak for itself." Yemhelch replied, jamming the needle into Mikkael's neck, and pushing the plunger in. Mikkael's eyes rolled into his head and thrashed around, the armor crumbling away to dust as his soul willed the darkness from his body.

"NO! STOP HIM!" Baphomatt roared, his voice twisted and gravelly. At this, the undead soldiers began to circle and surge at the two.

Mikkael's eyes closed and his body fell slack with a gentle 'thank you'.

"That's right, Baphie." Yemhelch grinned. "I was never out to kill Mikkael. YOU are my prey, naked ape!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Baphomatt growled. "I AM BEYOND MORTALITY! I AM A GOD! YOU ARE NAUGHT BUT DUST BEFORE ME!"

"Then I guess I'm gonna make you sneeze like a bitch."

"I AM THE LORD OF DEATH! YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME THUS?!"

"Strange aeons, yes. But now, even death may lie." Yemhelch grinned. "So, what about you? Ready to perish, you worm?"

"KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!" Baphomatt screamed, unfurling wings that dripped with blood and landing back on the throne room, with several undead Cyndar Knights forming a protective phalanx around him.

"Hah! You always were a coward!" Yemhelch shouted at him, as the mass of undead reached him. "That's right - hide! But soon, you will have no place to cower under!"

An enraged roar, a war cry was his only answer as the the horde of undead began their attack!

Battle!: Partially-transformed Baphomatt, 10 Undead Cyndar Knights and 50 undead warriors!

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At the very entrance of the throne room, a crimson spear began to tear into the massive barrier of darkness, its own energies slowly nullifying the foul corruptions that formed the boundary. It would completely blast a hole in the wall of seething darkness in 3 turns.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Suddenly, Karliah felt immense evil radiating from the ruined city, she bade Exodiin farewell and thanks, turning again into Eris and brandishing the Lance of Longinus. With Ruuta at her side, she rushed forward into the city again, in the direction of this great evil, impaling her way through the undead, turning them to the red of the ocean with each swipe and stab.

However, in the assault on the castle, she found Ruuta falling behind.

"Ruuta, head back to Fort Frenga, I'll handle what is happening here..."

Ruuta nodded, "Will you be alright, Karliah?"

"That dragon taught me many things," Eris spoke, "I'll be fine. Let the people of Fort Frenga know... Things will be okay now."

Once Eris was alone, she remembered the words that the king of dragons spoke...

"Just because you are of the chosen, it does not make you immortal."

She focussed her enrgies and sprouted the white wings from her back, and morphed the lance into a pair of hooked blades, taking each, she flew to the top of the castle and landed in the throne room.

"... Mikkael!?"

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"Big mouth, for a mortal!" Baphomatt bellowed. "But it seems that you're at your rope's end... and only now you realize, that the rope is on FIRE!"

The undead had him cornered - despite his skill, he was clearly no match for their numbers. Blade and mace found impact here and there, and with significant effort, he found himself with his back to the wall. A large, bloated man wearing filthy armor swung a massive warhammer right where his head was... only for the head to disconnect from the handle of the hammer at the last moment, the weighted head smashing into the crumbling wall inches to his left.

"Keep your filthy hands.... off my friend, you ... you... " Mikkael groaned with effort as he righted himself against a shattered sword. "...DOUBLE UNDEAD!"

"No! It is impossible to truly revive the dead!" Baphomatt gasped. "You! WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Clean up your waxy ears and listen!" Yemhelch shouted back. "I am Yemhelch of Fort Frenga, once a traveler, now a gourmand lawyer! And I will finish this case and bring you to justice!"

At this, Mikkael looked uncomfortable, and Baphomatt smiled as well, folding one of his wings to form a small, leathery pocket from which he drew a book that literally oozed darkness.

"Then die, Yemhelch of Fort Frenga!" Baphomatt cackled as he twirled his fingers to summon a pen made of bone that inked in blood to his hands and writing something in the book. "Perish like your friend, and submit your soul to me!"

"NO!" Something had snapped inside Mikkael, and he grit his teeth as his memories came anew. With renewed vigor, he continued fighting against the horde of undead.

At that moment, the spear managed to blast a hole in the wall of darkness and a woman dressed in black armor with a silver trim stormed into the room, spear in hand. She hesitated as she saw the vile book, quickly saw Mikkael's look of fear and desperation, and Baphomatt's laughing.

"No..." she gasped. "I was too late...?"

Yemhelch fell to the floor, clutching at his chest and was silent. At this, Baphomatt reared back his head and laughed.

"I TOLD YOU! KILLING YOU WOULD BE NOTHING FOR ME!" he said with a wave of his hand, commanding the remaining undead to join in his laughter. "I AM THE GOD OF DEATH, AND ALL MORTAL SOULS RETURN TO ME! Now, to end your feeble resis-"

"... psyche, Baphie."

All heads turned to Yemhelch, who was now standing up and dusting his shoulder off with an exaggerated action.

"IMPOSSIBL-" Baphomatt shouted, reopening his book - before Yemhelch leaped up and punched him in the face hard enough for the half-transformed demon to actually fall to his knees.

"I see, so that's how you win a fight. You use artifacts to kill off the opposition." Yemhelch grinned. "No wonder you became an arena champion before, you pathetic cheater."

"YOU!" Baphomatt swung a spiked tail at him, which Yemhelch ducked and delivered a heavy blow with the pommel of his tanto to the demon's exposed ribs.

"You're not worthy of being slain by my blade." Yemhelch growled, his calm expression gone - replaced with a sarcastic grin. "I'll destroy you with my bare hands."

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I TOOK YOUR SOUL!" Baphomatt screamed, unfurling his demonic wings and attempting to fly away. "WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!"

Suddenly, he found himself resyncing. "Looks like he's brought out his trump card." the familiar voice in his head said. "Time to put our three aces on the table."

"Heh heh, thought you'd be late for the party, buddy." Yemhelch muttered.

"Pfftch, never."

"Alright, let's do this!"

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