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Chapter 8: The Iron Citadel
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As the ship dragged ever closer to the docks, pulled along as it was by the sea Goddess, and as the mists gradually dispersed, Merimies could at last clearly see at the city they were entering; he, and perhaps the others, could certainly agree that it looked far prettier shrouded in mist.

Though the great spires of iron looked beautiful up close, if only in that melancholy and brutalist fashion that appealed in hindsight, the docks they approached were forlorn and dishevelled; in many ways, it reminded Merimies of the Terengua Village back on Botana, with its grey and grimy atmosphere, though this place carried with it the hostility of city life, making it even less appealing, as much as that could be believed.

Two more clerics, solemn in their white and purple, stood on the docks and watched the ship’s arrival with their eyes of venom. Great; more clerics, Merimies thought to himself.

The Agori turned away from the dock, unable to watch it any longer without his stomach churning. Funnily enough, out of the two places they had visited so far, the ruins of Old Elysium seemed far more hospitable, even though this place teemed with far more life. Merimies fought his heavy heart as they prepared to land.
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| September 7, 2018, 3:27 am
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Tuhinga's conversation with Pepeke was cut short as they approached the docks, and the Iron Citadel. Tuhinga rushed over to the railing of the ship, leaning over and gazing in awe at the city. In the corner of his eye, he saw Kae a short distance away, also taking in the city. He remembered the magic scarf she had acquired, and was curious about it. He walked over to her, and awkwardly said, "Uh, hi. I was just, ah, curious about that scarf you've got. Does it hurt? Have you figured out how it works?" He was rather nervous, he had never talked to the thief before.

Kae looked down at Tuhinga, turning away from the railing. "It doesn't right now," She grunted, feeling slightly weird talking to a child, "And no, I haven't fully unlocked it's power. But I have made progress. I'm eager to use it in a battle, it'll be powerful."

"Indeed..." Tuhinga said, still wary of Kae.

"Run along now, kid." Kae said, turning back to gaze at the Iron Citadel. Tuhinga quickly scurried away, off to find someone else to talk to.
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| September 7, 2018, 2:26 pm
Quoting Daniel H.
Tuhinga's conversation with Pepeke was cut short as they approached the docks, and the Iron Citadel. Tuhinga rushed over to the railing of the ship, leaning over and gazing in awe at the city. In the corner of his eye, he saw Kae a short distance away, also taking in the city. He remembered the magic scarf she had acquired, and was curious about it. He walked over to her, and awkwardly said, "Uh, hi. I was just, ah, curious about that scarf you've got. Does it hurt? Have you figured out how it works?" He was rather nervous, he had never talked to the thief before.

Kae looked down at Tuhinga, turning away from the railing. "It doesn't right now," She grunted, feeling slightly weird talking to a child, "And no, I haven't fully unlocked it's power. But I have made progress. I'm eager to use it in a battle, it'll be powerful."

"Indeed..." Tuhinga said, still wary of Kae.

"Run along now, kid." Kae said, turning back to gaze at the Iron Citadel. Tuhinga quickly scurried away, off to find someone else to talk to.

Pepeke was filled with nervous energy. He wanted off this boat. He looked around for his items and collected them into his pack. He walked up to a sailor and asked, "When can we get off?"
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| September 7, 2018, 5:57 pm
Troat'all hops from foot to foot anxiously watching them near the shore. he looks around and sees many others doing the same.
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| September 8, 2018, 12:15 pm
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke was filled with nervous energy. He wanted off this boat. He looked around for his items and collected them into his pack. He walked up to a sailor and asked, "When can we get off?"

Pepeke started as he noticed the haggard wretch sliding to his side; it took a moment for the spirited young magician to realise it was only Merimies, attentive as always to his Masters.

"It seems we are preparing to land soon, good Master," he crooned in a rusty voice, "though it is not on my authority; we'll have to wait until the Elysians signal us to depart the ship."

As Merimies rambled on, Pepeke spied the ship pulling into the dock, like some frisky beast asserting itself upon its mate; with excruciating slowness and with a great deal of noise, the great leviathan ground to a halt in its docking place.

Though the ship had technically stopped, the Elysian crew members signalled to the Agori to remain still; audible groans erupted when the sailor told them to stay put, as all aboard seemed antsy to depart, though the Elysians' strict adhesion to procedure forced the Agori to patiently oblige.

The two clerics on the ship marched onto the docks to talk to another two clerics; brief and secretive words were shared with the four, all of which appeared identical in their uniforms. The Agori waited impatiently for the clerics to finish.

"They definitely seem uptight, these inquisitors, don't they?" Merimies uttered aloud to no one in particular, waiting for anyone to reply to him.
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| September 8, 2018, 9:03 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Pepeke started as he noticed the haggard wretch sliding to his side; it took a moment for the spirited young magician to realise it was only Merimies, attentive as always to his Masters.

"It seems we are preparing to land soon, good Master," he crooned in a rusty voice, "though it is not on my authority; we'll have to wait until the Elysians signal us to depart the ship."

As Merimies rambled on, Pepeke spied the ship pulling into the dock, like some frisky beast asserting itself upon its mate; with excruciating slowness and with a great deal of noise, the great leviathan ground to a halt in its docking place.

Though the ship had technically stopped, the Elysian crew members signalled to the Agori to remain still; audible groans erupted when the sailor told them to stay put, as all aboard seemed antsy to depart, though the Elysians' strict adhesion to procedure forced the Agori to patiently oblige.

The two clerics on the ship marched onto the docks to talk to another two clerics; brief and secretive words were shared with the four, all of which appeared identical in their uniforms. The Agori waited impatiently for the clerics to finish.

"They definitely seem uptight, these inquisitors, don't they?" Merimies uttered aloud to no one in particular, waiting for anyone to reply to him.


“We should not be so quick to judge, Merimies. Going from what Alphinaud said, the mainland has been under siege by the Tar for a thousand years. Constant war can frazzle nerves, and create paranoia from peaceful men.”

Merimies turns around to look at Beowulf. The hermit sat perched on a crate, face more haggard than ever as he stared at the bleak edifices surrounding the dock. While Beowulf has always seemed more philosophical than normal for a fighter, this newest observation had been spoken more solemnly and tired than ever, as though something had plunged a flaming spirit in a bucket of brine. However, any opportunity for the Kahkan servant to probe the mind of the hermit is lost as the four clerics ascend to the deck, addressing the Agori.

“Attention ‘Agori’!” One cleric booms, voice laced with venom. “We have strict orders to bring you to Her Holiness’s Iron Citadel for processing. You will follow us and do exactly as you are told; any who are noncompliant will be deemed a threat to public security and arrested or executed on the spot. Now, follow!”

The party groaned as they gathered their belongings and were marched off the ship. Perhaps it had been better at sea; this city felt like jumping into fire from the frying pan. Some even dared to wonder if things would’ve been better if they’d never come along, and stayed to fight the Tar on Botana.

But there was no way back, not in the belly of the beast. The only way out was to push ever onwards, and towards the tower of grey to which the clerics dragged the weary procession.
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| September 9, 2018, 12:41 am
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Quoting Dark Aeon
“Attention ‘Agori’!” One cleric booms, voice laced with venom. “We have strict orders to bring you to Her Holiness’s Iron Citadel for processing. You will follow us and do exactly as you are told; any who are noncompliant will be deemed a threat to public security and arrested or executed on the spot. Now, follow!”

The party groaned as they gathered their belongings and were marched off the ship. Perhaps it had been better at sea; this city felt like jumping into fire from the frying pan. Some even dared to wonder if things would’ve been better if they’d never come along, and stayed to fight the Tar on Botana.

But there was no way back, not in the belly of the beast. The only way out was to push ever onwards, and towards the tower of grey to which the clerics dragged the weary procession.

Pikau tentatively marched along with the rest of the party, Runsas in tow. He knew he should be making sketches an notes about this strange new city and its people, but he couldn't shake the feeling of danger around him. The glances and glares sent his way were full of malice and mistrust, no doubt not aided by the several ton boar following them.

Runsas too felt the tension in the air, and was becoming increasingly agitated and hostile. Pikau desperately tried to calm the animal, lest he escape and further compromise their already unfavorable position.

"They better have on heck of a Garden here." He muttered to himself.
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| September 9, 2018, 10:09 am
Rua-Bo-Ye and his servant followed everyone. He didn't like how strict these Elysians were. He had realized after the battle with the mechanical spider that his tricks and games didn't belong on a deadly adventure. He missed his pranks but he knew better. Maybe he would get a chance soon, to play a harmless little prank.

'Not while these fools are all ready to arrest and kill us,' he thought. He had started this adventure not caring about anything except his alchemy. But after the battles he has fought with his allies he was beginning to feel a sense of companionship towards them, even though he mostly kept to himself. He didn't want to get himself or them in trouble just to satisfy his taste for pranks.

And so he continued carefully, trying not to look too suspicious.
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| September 9, 2018, 11:38 am
Pepeke walked with the group. He didn't like the way the elysians were looking at him. His hands crackles with magic. People shook them, hoping to stop the magic. Some of the Russians noticed and glared at him. People blushed and sped up to walk with pikau.
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| September 9, 2018, 2:10 pm
Nyx hummed, strolling behind the group at a leisurely pace, although not too leisurely. She was no Agori, but she wanted to see this Iron Citadel. Another faint memory tugged at her mind, and Nyx willed it to come forward, only to be cruelly rejected as it flitted further out. With a quiet snarl, Nyx trained her eyes forward, staring coldly at the clerics. She may not remember much, but she did know she loathed them. Even the name, Cleric, was pretentious.
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| September 9, 2018, 5:34 pm
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Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)

"hey Rua-Bo-Ye, is it normal if I can't move my left arm?" Joven said as he jiggled around the lifeless limb at his side.
"it's not permanent right?"

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| September 10, 2018, 9:20 am
Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
"hey Rua-Bo-Ye, is it normal if I can't move my left arm?" Joven said as he jiggled around the lifeless limb at his side.
"it's not permanent right?"

"Hehehe... Ya sorry I didn't warn you about that small little side affect. I forgot when we were interrupted. At least it doesn't affect your entire body like some of the earlier experiments. It'll go away shortly."
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| September 10, 2018, 9:56 am
Stronoff had his lance out as he kept a sharp eye out for any potential dangers as Hiiro kept his guard up while Asahina hid behind him. Ramses looked around with one hand over his mouth as he felt disgusted by the very sight of this place.
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| September 10, 2018, 5:20 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

Kae moved along with the group, wary of what was to come. She spotted Joven farther up, and decided to go chat with him. “Hi handsome,” she said to him as she approached, “How’re you holdin’ up?”
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| September 10, 2018, 7:36 pm
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Tuhinga made his way through the group to where Beowulf and Mermies were. He was scared, afraid of all to come. “Uh, what do you think they’re going to do with us?” He said fearfully to the two Agori.
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| September 10, 2018, 7:39 pm
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Quoting Daniel H.
Tuhinga made his way through the group to where Beowulf and Mermies were. He was scared, afraid of all to come. “Uh, what do you think they’re going to do with us?” He said fearfully to the two Agori.


Beowulf looks down at the young Agori, legs still carrying him onwards.

“Well, Tuhinga, if they wanted us dead, they’d have done better to leave us in the clutches of Leviathan. No, they want us for something specific, and it’s something that needs endebiting to get done.”

The hermit turns back to the horizon, eyes fixed on the distance. However, those who’s eyes were not so focused found their gaze wandering to the city rooftops. From grey stone and rotten wood, behind curtains drawn closed, eyes and noses peered over their windowsills to watch the group as they were paraded through the streets. Some were curious, some surprised, but all held some measure of disdain or even hate. They were eyes wondering what the Agori could have done to earn special treatment; to be guarded by the clerics.

On one side of the alley sat a flea-ridden Elysian, clothes ragged left leg ending in a stump just above the knee. As he watched the Agori draw near, he struggled to lift himself up with a makeshift crutch, mouth frothing with hate.

“Fokken Ah-Gri!” He screams, hobbling towards no one in particular. “Dahm savages took mah leg!” He waves his cane in the air, quickly returning it to the ground before he toppled over. “Wot kindeh world is this, where savages are given better treatment than vets of Her Holiness’s glorious crusades?”

No one had the chance to explain to this poor man that the party were not indeed classic Ar’Gri, but adventurers from afar. No one had the choice.

“Well?” The hobo teetered forwards towards Merimies. “What you gotta say! What makes you speshul?”

“That’s enough!” One of the clerics barks, as he shoves the Elysian to the ground, crushing the few bins and cans he could once call his. From above comes a chorus of slamming windows and drawn curtains. The cleric turns back to the Agori, face inscrutable under his mask but eyes more hate-filled than ever.

“You will not speak to anyone about what you have seen, or you will be imprisoned for sedition.” The cleric spins on a dime and marches deeper into the city, dragging the Agori onwards like prisoners in a march.

And the broken, homeless Elysian, like so many others before him, was forgotten.
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| September 10, 2018, 8:50 pm
Pepeke got angrier and angrier.
Finally, he shouted, "oi! When are you gonna tell us where your taking us and what you want us to do?! Ya can't drag us around like your slaves."
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| September 11, 2018, 10:35 am
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke got angrier and angrier.
Finally, he shouted, "oi! When are you gonna tell us where your taking us and what you want us to do?! Ya can't drag us around like your slaves."

Pikau spun to shush Pepeke. "Quiet! You'll only upset Runsas more, he's agitated enough as it is. And besides," he paused, his worried expression turning quizzical, "they already said where they're taking us. We're going to the Iron Citadel to meet whoever 'Her Holiness' is. Weren't you paying attention when they dragged us off the boat?"
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| September 11, 2018, 12:01 pm
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One of the four clerics glared over his shoulder at Pepeke and Pikau, eyeing them with poison glances.

"We are heading to the Cathedral of the Holy Oracle; only she knows her purposes for you. No more questions now!"

He turned his head back, and the party carried on.

Merimies eyes darted all around, meeting the hostile scowls from all over; they were well and truly hated here- and he figured that this would only accentuate the more they explored the city. His mind was still twirling the incident from before, the question piercing into him like a dagger; what makes you so special?

Nothing; that was the answer in his case- just another expendable servant of Kahkan, sent out on a life threatening errand because better him than anyone else- and because he wanted to; better a noble death than to face the thing that lay within.

He shook the dire thought from his mind as he continued with the others down the winding cobbled street. Voices hollered and cursed all around, the vivacious bustle of the big bad city ringing in their ears.

"-and she will ascend in the name of Ihanne, opening the door for all of us to follow!" a pot-bellied street preacher boomed at the passers by, defiantly howling into a raging sea of indifference, "and thus, practice your daily lashes! Shed your blood for her like the Consort sheds his for Ihanne! Only then will we find salvation, and join the Holy Oracle in her ascension!"

The Agori trod on, hearing the preacher's words fade ever more into the distance, swallowed up by the tide of bodies. Merimies looked on; it can't be that long now, surely.
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| September 11, 2018, 12:26 pm
Pontel sat upon the bench of his cart as trudged along. He despised the Elysians, and he would rather die than become one of their pet slaves.
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| September 11, 2018, 12:30 pm
Nyx, in comparison to the downtrodden group, was rather high spirited. The name sounded faintly familiar, but still she couldn't remember. Perhaps she came from here, who knew? Certainly not Nyx.
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| September 12, 2018, 4:41 am
Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau spun to shush Pepeke. "Quiet! You'll only upset Runsas more, he's agitated enough as it is. And besides," he paused, his worried expression turning quizzical, "they already said where they're taking us. We're going to the Iron Citadel to meet whoever 'Her Holiness' is. Weren't you paying attention when they dragged us off the boat?"


Asahina helped calm Runsas down while the others follow.
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| September 12, 2018, 4:30 pm
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Harnek and Bokeh walk side by side with the crowd of Ar'Gri journeyers they had escorted here through dangerous waters and mysterious ruins. Both of them are tense and apprehensive of the misty, damp slum streets they walk through, and eye their Cleric escorts with suspicion. Bokeh leans towards Harnek and speaks in a confidential whisper:

"I'd like to say it's good to be home, but-"

"-there's something wrong." finishes Harnek. "I know, I've been feeling it ever since we landed. Tell me, have you seen any legionnaires anywhere?"

Bokeh looks around quickly, then turns back to the admiral. “You’re right, I don’t see any. That’s odd, there should’ve been a full garrison at the docks, and this street shouldn’t have been allowed to ever have this many Ar’Gri on it. Obviously there’s been some changes in the few weeks we’ve been gone.” The warrior grinds his teeth nervously. “I don’t trust the bloody lot of these Inquisitors in the slightest. First stalking us on your own ship and now they’ve got the nerve to act like they’re the bloody legion.”

Suddenly the cleric at the front of the line calls for a halt. With a gesture of his hand the robed figure parts the fog before the party with a wave of his hand and a sudden breeze. Before the Agori stands a titanic stone wall, impossibly high and completely unbroken by cracks or seams in its monotonous grey length. Directly in the center of the wall in front of them, an arched stone portal stands like some massive demonic mouth, ready to open up and devour the party at a moments notice.

“We have arrived at the Iron Citadel itself” says the cleric. “From this point forward none of you are permitted to speak or do anything other than what you are commanded, under threat of execution. Lord-Admiral Harnek and Bokeh of the Silver Fists, you will be escorted directly to the Crown and her holiness the Oracle, and any of the Lord-Admiral’s crew who have been following will return to the Crusader immediately under the same threat as the Ar’Gri. Now move!” Grudgingly, Bokeh and Harnek allow themselves to be led off by one of the white-robed figures, while the Agori are quickly and quietly ushered through a small door hidden in the gate’s stony visage.

Suddenly it seems as though they had been transferred into some magical other world. Blinking from the sudden onslaught of sunlight, the Agori look around in astonishment at the new, fogless metropolis existing past the great wall. All around them stretches a vast city of towering ziggurats and spiraling stone columns, lush gardens and golden rooftops, a place the sheer magnitude and glory of which would have made it worthy of legend back home, and all encircled by the same vast wall they had just passed through. Yet pervading the majestic scenery all around them is a sense of foreboding, a feeling of hostile, watching eyes, a deep-seated stench of decay and corruption (OOC: the city doesn’t smell, it’s just a metaphor. In fact the city smells quite wonderful, like flowers and perfume.). Occasionally, as the clerics lead them through the winding, marbled streets of the Citadel, the Agori can see glimpses of Elysians at parties or celebrations, going to worship in small temples, or proclaiming the glory of the Crown and the Oracle, but all tactfully ignoring the small party of Ar’Gri on their way to what must obviously be their doom, and all carefully watched by sinister white-robed clerics.

After some time of walking in a daze through this waking dream of a city, the Agori are suddenly jolted out of their hazy visions by a sudden stop and a great deal of shouting from the clerics. “Get moving, you lazy good for nothing lot!” one of them shouts. “Stand up straight, heads up, and act like you’re actually an Elysian! It’s not often that the Oracle wants to speak to worthless maggot scum like you, so you’d better make sure she doesn’t curse you on the spot!”

Before the Agori stands yet another temple, one far larger and grander than the rest, encircled by a great shimmering blue canal and flanked by beautifully carved stone pillars and statues of mighty gods, heroes, and monsters. Guarding its gates stand a great many of the now familiar clerics and an assortment of mighty warriors armed and armored in the same manner as Bokeh, all of whom glare with disgust at the party of Ar’Gri scum being led past them. In only a few more moments, the Agori are led out of the bright, shimmering world outside into a cold and dark new world within the temple, where none knew what could possibly be in store.

(OOC: imagine the architecture to be less medieval european and closer to like bionicle (G1 & G2) or the ancient world's.)
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| September 12, 2018, 9:40 pm
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Quoting Toa Gaim
Asahina helped calm Runsas down while the others follow.

Pikau was about to start up a conversation with Asahina when they were cowed into silence by the clerics. Now all he could do was send an appreciative nod and a small smile her way as they continued on.
Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
Before the Agori stands yet another temple, one far larger and grander than the rest, encircled by a great shimmering blue canal and flanked by beautifully carved stone pillars and statues of mighty gods, heroes, and monsters. Guarding its gates stand a great many of the now familiar clerics and an assortment of mighty warriors armed and armored in the same manner as Bokeh, all of whom glare with disgust at the party of Ar’Gri scum being led past them. In only a few more moments, the Agori are led out of the bright, shimmering world outside into a cold and dark new world within the temple, where none knew what could possibly be in store.

(OOC: imagine the architecture to be less medieval european and closer to like bionicle (G1 & G2) or the ancient world's.)

Pikau was intrigued by the variety of creatures depicted in the statues. Some were clearly imaginary chimeras, but a few felt very familiar, almost as if they were grotesque interpretations of animals native to Botana. Still more looked similar to the more fantastic creatures in the Elysian Bestiary he had recovered from the Dragoon's Landing. Just as he thought he might have recognized the mysterious giant fish referred to as the Diin, they were ordered to march on again, and his mind was forced to turn to other matters...

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| September 12, 2018, 11:16 pm
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Tuhinga had looked at the amazing city in awe and wonder, almost forgetting his fear of what was to come. But now, walking down the cold corridor, his fear came back in full. He made his way along with the group, taking furtive glances at his surroundings. A small part of him was excited to meet The Oracle, but he was terrified.

Kae strode along with the group, looking at all the beautiful things with thievish glee. But she knew better. Even she couldn’t get away with stealing from these Elysians. She was wary of what was to come, and she hated the idea of being a slave. She would not, no matter what, be a slave. She would rather die trying to escape.
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| September 13, 2018, 1:33 am
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The Agori looked round in wonder at the inside of this great temple; there appeared to be little in the way of indoor lighting, though the grand, twenty-foot windows provided adequate light enough to see; the marble walls, floor and incredibly high ceiling were bathed in purple from the tinted stained glass, creating a shimmering, ethereal effect. The Agori were nothing short of blown away, though also fairly intimidated to be sure.

Merimies, who had been eyeing Tuhinga, returned his gaze to the front; though he dared not say it among these stern clerics, he empathised with the young Agori and, to an extent, he too was slightly fearful for what was to come; the more he saw of this city and the clerics that swarmed through it, he began to doubt the benevolence of this vaunted Oracle.

The Agori saw before them an enormous set of double doors, laced with elaborate and byzantine bas-relief; they presumed that this was their destination, but were surprised by the clerics' sudden veering to the right, leading them into a comparatively small chamber lit by torchlight.

The Agori filtered into this small, far less glamorous room, with bare walls and little furnishing other than a great long table and plenty of wooden chairs to go around. Once everyone was inside, the clerics spoke up once again.

"You will wait here," one uttered sternly, his voice reverberating through hallway in which he still stood, "while we go and prepare for your audience with the Crown and the Oracle. Be warned though: two of us shall be on guard outside this door, and they will be listening...!"

The cleric closed the door, leaving the Agori to stew over their trek through the citadel.
Quoting Daniel H.

Merimies, spotting Tuhinga, leaned over to him:

"Master Tuhinga, I noticed your apprehension earlier," he whispered to him in private, "how are you feeling?"
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| September 13, 2018, 9:36 am
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Quoting Wertman 8
The Agori saw before them an enormous set of double doors, laced with elaborate and byzantine bas-relief; they presumed that this was their destination, but were surprised by the clerics' sudden veering to the right, leading them into a comparatively small chamber lit by torchlight.

The Agori filtered into this small, far less glamorous room, with bare walls and little furnishing other than a great long table and plenty of wooden chairs to go around. Once everyone was inside, the clerics spoke up once again.

"You will wait here," one uttered sternly, his voice reverberating through hallway in which he still stood, "while we go and prepare for your audience with the Crown and the Oracle. Be warned though: two of us shall be on guard outside this door, and they will be listening...!"

The cleric closed the door, leaving the Agori to stew over their trek through the citadel.

"Wait, we can't leave our stuff in here! We won't-" The door slammed shut.

"-fit." finished a squished Pikau as everyone attempted to squeeze around the two carts, multiple backpacks, and one grouchy boar that made the relatively small room feel very much smaller.

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"This may 'ave been a tactical mistake." Rongo states as he tries to wheel his cart to a less constricting part of the room. He ponders for a bit, then gives up and moves to the long table in the center of the room. "Everyone who isn't pinned in place, could ya give me a hand with this table? We need to move it against the wall. Some blokes get the chairs out of the way." After some grunting and heaving, the heavy wooden table was moved to the side of the room, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at their restored personal space.

As the others began taking their seats in the chairs scattered around the room, Rongo and Pontel sidled their carts up alongside the opposite wall while Pikau guided Runsas to a corner of the room. "Great work lads! Now we can get down do discussing exactly what is goin' on 'roun 'ere."
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| September 13, 2018, 11:11 am
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Quoting Wertman 8
The Agori looked round in wonder at the inside of this great temple; there appeared to be little in the way of indoor lighting, though the grand, twenty-foot windows provided adequate light enough to see; the marble walls, floor and incredibly high ceiling were bathed in purple from the tinted stained glass, creating a shimmering, ethereal effect. The Agori were nothing short of blown away, though also fairly intimidated to be sure.

Merimies, who had been eyeing Tuhinga, returned his gaze to the front; though he dared not say it among these stern clerics, he empathised with the young Agori and, to an extent, he too was slightly fearful for what was to come; the more he saw of this city and the clerics that swarmed through it, he began to doubt the benevolence of this vaunted Oracle.

The Agori saw before them an enormous set of double doors, laced with elaborate and byzantine bas-relief; they presumed that this was their destination, but were surprised by the clerics' sudden veering to the right, leading them into a comparatively small chamber lit by torchlight.

The Agori filtered into this small, far less glamorous room, with bare walls and little furnishing other than a great long table and plenty of wooden chairs to go around. Once everyone was inside, the clerics spoke up once again.

"You will wait here," one uttered sternly, his voice reverberating through hallway in which he still stood, "while we go and prepare for your audience with the Crown and the Oracle. Be warned though: two of us shall be on guard outside this door, and they will be listening...!"

The cleric closed the door, leaving the Agori to stew over their trek through the citadel.
Quoting Daniel H.

Merimies, spotting Tuhinga, leaned over to him:

"Master Tuhinga, I noticed your apprehension earlier," he whispered to him in private, "how are you feeling?"

“Uh, not much better.” Tuhinga whispered back, “part of me is excited because of all the knowledge to be gained, the rest is downright scared. Which is slightly odd, I’ve never been overly fearful. But I suppose the situation we are in is in no way normal for us.”
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| September 13, 2018, 11:21 am
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“Well,” Kae said, not caring to lower her voice, “This is nice. Locked in a stuffy room, waiting to be executed, or worse.” She sat in one of the chairs, one leg crossed over the other, drumming her fingers on an armrest.
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| September 13, 2018, 11:24 am
Quoting Shining TORPedo
"Wait, we can't leave our stuff in here! We won't-" The door slammed shut.

"-fit." finished a squished Pikau as everyone attempted to squeeze around the two carts, multiple backpacks, and one grouchy boar that made the relatively small room feel very much smaller.

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"This may 'ave been a tactical mistake." Rongo states as he tries to wheel his cart to a less constricting part of the room. He ponders for a bit, then gives up and moves to the long table in the center of the room. "Everyone who isn't pinned in place, could ya give me a hand with this table? We need to move it against the wall. Some blokes get the chairs out of the way." After some grunting and heaving, the heavy wooden table was moved to the side of the room, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at their restored personal space.

As the others began taking their seats in the chairs scattered around the room, Rongo and Pontel sidled their carts up alongside the opposite wall while Pikau guided Runsas to a corner of the room. "Great work lads! Now we can get down do discussing exactly what is goin' on 'roun 'ere."


Asahina accompany Runsas to the corner. "Excuse me, Sir Pikau was it?" She asked as she remembered his name from the time that he helped in Runsas recovery. "Were you about to tell me something?" She asked innocently.

Hiiro, Ramses, and Stronoff were trying to adjust to the small space with the other group.

"Hardly a first class treatment for my taste." Ramses grumbled as he was displeased about the lack of space.

"Be thankful that they're giving us more time to live before we figure a way out of this mess." Stronoff hushed the young noble.

Hiiro was worried about what would happen now.

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| September 13, 2018, 4:07 pm
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Quoting Toa Gaim
Asahina accompanies Runsas to the corner. "Excuse me, Sir Pikau was it?" She asked as she remembered his name from the time that he helped in Runsas recovery. "Were you about to tell me something?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah." Pikau said, feeding Runsas a few bananas from his Pack. "I just wanted to say 'thanks' for all your help with Runsas, you've been a good assistant pig-keeper, and I can tell Runsas is comfortable around you." The boar turns its head to rub against Asahina, almost knocking the girl off her feet. "Even more so than around me, perhaps!" Pikau laughs as he helps steady the animal.

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| September 13, 2018, 11:15 pm
Quoting Shining TORPedo
Quoting Toa Gaim
Asahina accompanies Runsas to the corner. "Excuse me, Sir Pikau was it?" She asked as she remembered his name from the time that he helped in Runsas recovery. "Were you about to tell me something?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah." Pikau said, feeding Runsas a few bananas from his Pack. "I just wanted to say 'thanks' for all your help with Runsas, you've been a good assistant pig-keeper, and I can tell Runsas is comfortable around you." The boar turns its head to rub against Asahina, almost knocking the girl off her feet. "Even more so than around me, perhaps!" Pikau laughs as he helps steady the animal.

"So I see Runsas is doing well," Rua-Bo-Ye carefully walked up to great boar. "Sorry I attacked you earlier. Her take this." He offered some food to Runsas, who almost bit the Alchemist's hand off taking it. "Ya think I could take some of his spit for my Alchemy?"
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| September 14, 2018, 12:51 pm
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Kae decided she would use this time to meditate, and try to fully unlock the power of the Sigma Scripture. She would need it, if she were going to try and fight their way off this island. She found a quiet corner and sat down. She closed her eyes, and cleared her mind with no more success than before. Thoughts of the coming confrontation with the Oracle flooded her mind. Thoughts of combat, and her hatred of being enslaved. She was useless at meditating, there was no breakthrough this time. "Argh!" she shrieked aloud in frustration. She was getting nowhere this time.
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| September 14, 2018, 1:24 pm
Quoting Shining TORPedo
Quoting Toa Gaim
Asahina accompanies Runsas to the corner. "Excuse me, Sir Pikau was it?" She asked as she remembered his name from the time that he helped in Runsas recovery. "Were you about to tell me something?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah." Pikau said, feeding Runsas a few bananas from his Pack. "I just wanted to say 'thanks' for all your help with Runsas, you've been a good assistant pig-keeper, and I can tell Runsas is comfortable around you." The boar turns its head to rub against Asahina, almost knocking the girl off her feet. "Even more so than around me, perhaps!" Pikau laughs as he helps steady the animal.

"Y-You're welcome." Asahina replied as she tried to regain her balance while petting Runsas. "Mistress Ishtar once told me that all life is precious and must be treated fairly and protected before her illness." She quoted. "I just had a feeling that she would've done the same for him."
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| September 14, 2018, 3:23 pm
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Quoting Toa Gaim
"Well I certainly do appreciate it, as does Runsas."

Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"So I see Runsas is doing well," Rua-Bo-Ye carefully walked up to great boar. "Sorry I attacked you earlier. Her take this." He offered some food to Runsas, who almost bit the Alchemist's hand off taking it. "Ya think I could take some of his spit for my Alchemy?"
"Whoa Runsas! No biting!" Pikau cried, as the boar continued munching the proffered food disgruntledly. "Sorry about that, Rua-Bo-Ye. I thought we had made good progress getting him not to attack you guys while we were on the boat, I guess the march had more of an effect on him than I thought. Yeah, sure, I guess."

Pikau takes the vial offered by the alchemist, then stares at the Boar's massive, crushing jaws for a few minutes. "...I'm not actually sure how to collect it. He was unconscious last time we did this. I'll have to get back to you."
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| September 14, 2018, 6:40 pm
Quoting Shining TORPedo
Quoting Toa Gaim
"Well I certainly do appreciate it, as does Runsas."

Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"So I see Runsas is doing well," Rua-Bo-Ye carefully walked up to great boar. "Sorry I attacked you earlier. Her take this." He offered some food to Runsas, who almost bit the Alchemist's hand off taking it. "Ya think I could take some of his spit for my Alchemy?"
"Whoa Runsas! No biting!" Pikau cried, as the boar continued munching the proffered food disgruntledly. "Sorry about that, Rua-Bo-Ye. I thought we had made good progress getting him not to attack you guys while we were on the boat, I guess the march had more of an effect on him than I thought. Yeah, sure, I guess."

Pikau takes the vial offered by the alchemist, then stares at the Boar's massive, crushing jaws for a few minutes. "...I'm not actually sure how to collect it. He was unconscious last time we did this. I'll have to get back to you."


Asahina looked trouble about what would happen to them as she knew Hiiro and Ramses were determined to find a cure for their mother, but she was uncertian on what to do if they have to confornt their father. She felt Runsas rubbing up on her to help comfort she smiled before petting the boar.

Asakura was on one of the roof tops of the area being cautious about how to claimed his target wtihout being capture. He noticed something in his bag was glowing. He pulled out a small magic mirror. "What do you want old man?" He asked annoyed by the bad timing.

"I take that you're still having some difficulties catching my sons and disposing of my former maid?" A gruff voice came from the mirror which happened to the Father of Hiiro and Ramses.

"They're currently being held in this palace." Asakura informed.

"Be patient, I need you bring them back home before or after Ishtar die and you will be reward handsomely." The voice told him.

"Curious? Why do you want your own wife dead?" Asakura asked.

"Let just say she's about to be apart of old hobby before she beared my sons." The voice replied ending the transmission.
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| September 14, 2018, 8:50 pm
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Quoting Daniel H.
Kae decided she would use this time to meditate, and try to fully unlock the power of the Sigma Scripture. She would need it, if she were going to try and fight their way off this island. She found a quiet corner and sat down. She closed her eyes, and cleared her mind with no more success than before. Thoughts of the coming confrontation with the Oracle flooded her mind. Thoughts of combat, and her hatred of being enslaved. She was useless at meditating, there was no breakthrough this time. "Argh!" she shrieked aloud in frustration. She was getting nowhere this time.


“You know, there is a method other than meditation to unlock the Scripture’s secrets.”

Kae looks over to Beowulf, who sits against a wall, eyes closed. “It’s quite unorthodox,” the hermit continues, “but effective, and it’s what Alphinaud used to bind it to you.”

He holds out his arm, tracing a finger along it. “Blood—your own, of course. Split the skin, and it will grow into you, slowly forcing its knowledge into you. It’s much more painful mentally, however, and spend too much blood will have...unpleasant results. But a little bit—a cut here and here,” he traces along specific points between the inside of the elbow and the palm, “will have the most benefit for the least cost.”

Kae stares at the hermit, both intrigued and unnerved. “How do you know all this?”

Beowulf laughs, before sighing. “My time in social solitude was productive, to say the least. And that is all I may say.”
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| September 15, 2018, 11:25 am
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Quoting Shining TORPedo
"Whoa Runsas! No biting!" Pikau cried, as the boar continued munching the proffered food disgruntledly. "Sorry about that, Rua-Bo-Ye. I thought we had made good progress getting him not to attack you guys while we were on the boat, I guess the march had more of an effect on him than I thought. Yeah, sure, I guess."

Pikau takes the vial offered by the alchemist, then stares at the Boar's massive, crushing jaws for a few minutes. "...I'm not actually sure how to collect it. He was unconscious last time we did this. I'll have to get back to you."

Runsas shifted his head, looking down at the small little vial in Pikau's hand. At once, many long-buried memories rushed through the boar's dull brain, the old ritual he had for many times participated in: they gave him food, he gave them spit. Even an ill-tempered brute like him recognised this tradition. After all, despite the rough first encounter, these new masters had been nothing but kind to him ever since, so he did not resent returning the favour.

He knew what to do. With a thunderous grunt, the grand beast lowered his jaws to the floor, causing Pikau, Asahina and the alchemist to all step back in surprise. With a grotesque gargling sound, Runsas dispensed a small puddle of spit from his jaws to the marble floor; the substance shimmered and frothed as the boar nudged back as far as he could, allowing Pikau to fill the vial.
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| September 15, 2018, 11:37 am
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Quoting Daniel H.
“Uh, not much better.” Tuhinga whispered back, “part of me is excited because of all the knowledge to be gained, the rest is downright scared. Which is slightly odd, I’ve never been overly fearful. But I suppose the situation we are in is in no way normal for us.”

"I see," Merimies whispered in response, "if it would make you feel any better, Master, then I shall admit that I am equally cautious of what's to come- I fear this Oracle may not be as benevolent as she is made out to be; though we should not be so quick to judge I suppose. For what it is worth, Master Tuhinga, I would say you have been tremendously brave on this journey, given all we have gone through thus far."
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| September 15, 2018, 12:15 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Runsas shifted his head, looking down at the small little vial in Pikau's hand. At once, many long-buried memories rushed through the boar's dull brain, the old ritual he had for many times participated in: they gave him food, he gave them spit. Even an ill-tempered brute like him recognised this tradition. After all, despite the rough first encounter, these new masters had been nothing but kind to him ever since, so he did not resent returning the favour.

He knew what to do. With a thunderous grunt, the grand beast lowered his jaws to the floor, causing Pikau, Asahina and the alchemist to all step back in surprise. With a grotesque gargling sound, Runsas dispensed a small puddle of spit from his jaws to the marble floor; the substance shimmered and frothed as the boar nudged back as far as he could, allowing Pikau to fill the vial.

With the vial filled the Alchemist stuffs it with the rest of his things. Then he remembered overhearing one the other party members seeking a cure for someone. Rua-Bo-Ye took out another vial and got some more. Maybe this stuff could help them too.

"Didn't someone in our party need a cure for someone back home?" The Alchemist asked.
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| September 15, 2018, 12:19 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
"I see," Merimies whispered in response, "if it would make you feel any better, Master, then I shall admit that I am equally cautious of what's to come- I fear this Oracle may not be as benevolent as she is made out to be; though we should not be so quick to judge I suppose. For what it is worth, Master Tuhinga, I would say you have been tremendously brave on this journey, given all we have gone through thus far."

“Thanks,” Tuhinga whispered to Mermies, “I think I’ll read a book, to try and calm myself down a bit.” He rummaged through his satchel, and found a book on philosophy, one of his favorite subjects. He set about studying it, nearly forgetting all that was going on around him.
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| September 15, 2018, 12:33 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon

“You know, there is a method other than meditation to unlock the Scripture’s secrets.”

Kae looks over to Beowulf, who sits against a wall, eyes closed. “It’s quite unorthodox,” the hermit continues, “but effective, and it’s what Alphinaud used to bind it to you.”

He holds out his arm, tracing a finger along it. “Blood—your own, of course. Split the skin, and it will grow into you, slowly forcing its knowledge into you. It’s much more painful mentally, however, and spend too much blood will have...unpleasant results. But a little bit—a cut here and here,” he traces along specific points between the inside of the elbow and the palm, “will have the most benefit for the least cost.”

Kae stares at the hermit, both intrigued and unnerved. “How do you know all this?”

Beowulf laughs, before sighing. “My time in social solitude was productive, to say the least. And that is all I may say.”

“Well, thanks, honey.” Kae said to Beowulf. She pulled out her dagger, and, following Beowulf’s advice, slit her arm and drew her own blood. There was pain in her arm, she could feel the scarf weaving itself into her flesh, but it pales in comparison to what was going on in her head. It felt like her mind was going to implode. She shrieked, grabbing at her skull. And suddenly, the sensation was over. Now all she could feel was the power of the scarf. And she knew how to use it now. Maybe she’d stand a fighting chance against the Elysians.
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| September 15, 2018, 12:41 pm
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
With the vial filled the Alchemist stuffs it with the rest of his things. Then he remembered overhearing one the other party members seeking a cure for someone. Rua-Bo-Ye took out another vial and got some more. Maybe this stuff could help them too.

"Didn't someone in our party need a cure for someone back home?" The Alchemist asked.


"Yes, for our mother back home." Hiiro answered the Alchemist question.

"You wish offered it to us?" Ramses was a bit surprise.

Rua-Bo-Ye gave Hiiro the vile. "Thank you, Rua-Bo-Ye! If there's anything we can do to repay to thank you! Just name it!" He said with such joy in his heart that this may be the chance to his mother as Stronoff let out a proud smile.
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| September 15, 2018, 1:18 pm
Quoting Toa Gaim

"Yes, for our mother back home." Hiiro answered the Alchemist question.

"You wish offered it to us?" Ramses was a bit surprise.

Rua-Bo-Ye gave Hiiro the vile. "Thank you, Rua-Bo-Ye! If there's anything we can do to repay to thank you! Just name it!" He said with such joy in his heart that this may be the chance to his mother as Stronoff let out a proud smile.

"I can't think of anything right now, but when I do I'll let you know. Hold on to that stuff, we may need to mix it with other ingredients to make the antidote you seek, I'm not sure yet. If we make it out of here I'll study my own vial to see what may be capable of."
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| September 15, 2018, 3:33 pm
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
"I can't think of anything right now, but when I do I'll let you know. Hold on to that stuff, we may need to mix it with other ingredients to make the antidote you seek, I'm not sure yet. If we make it out of here I'll study my own vial to see what may be capable of."


Hiiro nodded as his brother followed while Stronoff looked around.
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| September 15, 2018, 3:37 pm
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A creak at the door halted all conversation and even startled some Agori; the door was swung open with great force, so much so that it even emanated a breeze. All heads were turned as a venom-eyed cleric stepped into the room, with three others huddled in the threshold.

"It is time," the cleric uttered, his voice deep and clear, "you will now meet our gracious King, Kapoido the Knowing; the Holy Oracle will join shortly. Now follow!"

With that, the clerics backed through the threshold, ushering the Agori to follow. As the party filed out of the small little room, each member felt either intense exasperation or intense anticipation; either way, the emotions felt by all were intense.

"Leave your carts and equipment here... as well as that disgusting boar!" one of the clerics shouted; Runsas snorted in irritation at the raised voice.

As they were marched down the remainder of the great marble corridor, heading to the humongous set of double-doors at the far end, the clerics drilled them on the required etiquette for the audience.

"You will bow when you meet the King, and you shall bow again when the Oracle joins us," one of the clerics droned on, as if his words were read from a bit of paper, "you will not speak in raised voice, nor will you use crude language in the presence of either; you shall address the King as his Majesty and the Oracle as her eminence, nothing else. Insults are punishable by death."

Merimies' dread accentuated as they approached the door; some niggling thought deep within told him that this would not go well.
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| September 16, 2018, 6:04 pm
Ramse stood regally as sign of respect for the King to come as Hiiro was feeling unsure about what to come as Asahina was trembling a bit in fear and Stronoff kept his gaurd up.

Asakura looked through window undetected to see what would happen.
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| September 17, 2018, 5:01 pm
pepeke brushed some dirt off his chestplate. "Might as well look as nice as I can."
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| September 17, 2018, 6:46 pm
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Joven's disdain for these Elysians seemed to grow every time they said a word, and it didn't help they treated them as criminals. But Joven would rather keep his head today, so he kept his mouth shut as instructed.
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| September 19, 2018, 3:34 pm
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Merimies glanced at Pepeke, acknowledging his token attempt at presentation; for the Kahkanese servant such efforts would have been wasted, for he had already settled into the putrid fashion of squalor; any attempt to look handsome on his part would have been wholly insincere.

The clerics ahead threw open the massive doors to reveal a room of marble and diamonds and gold; the Agori were thrown off their feet by the sheer ostentation and glory of this spectacular throne-room; in the middle of all sat a great burly figure, sunken into his expensive throne as he was; he looked excessively bloated and flabby, as if his body had given way to pure, formless fat; though his size might have been repulsive to some, his benign and kindly face inspired a great deal of sympathy from the Agori; this was clearly not the depraved figure that fuelled the evil of this city.

He spoke in a booming voice, though one clearly weathered by the powerful winds of complacence:

"Welcome, glorious Ar'Gri! The dutiful Clerics tell me that you've come very far- indeed, even from the mystical land known as Bohtaahhnnaaa... and I have been told you prefer to call yourselves Ahgohrai- a very weird name at that, but I am not one to disrespect the misinformed etymology of others!" With that, the king let out a booming and vacuous laugh.

"Anyway, the point is that I AM KAPOIDO! The great king of the Iron Citadel, and the generous host to which you come as suppliants! Furthermore, I am impressed by the heroic and periolous journey you have made so far! Therefore, you are more than welcome to all the rest, sustenance and aid you would need; generous Kapoido is more than happy to oblige!"

"If you've any questions for me, I would be more than happy to oblige! Soon, my beautiful and sunsual wife, the divine Holy Oracle who summoned you, shall be along shortly- she has important business to attend to!"
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| September 19, 2018, 6:54 pm
Nyx keeps quiet, slinking to the shadows as much as she can. Something doesn't feel right. The more hidden she remains, the better. She would speak to the Oracle, perhaps, but she no longer felt anticipation and excitement. No, something.. Cold. Dark, settled in the pit of her stomach. There was nothing 'holy' about this place. Normally that wouldn't bother her, but this felt different. It felt wrong.

Another memory tugged on the precipice of conscious thought.
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| September 19, 2018, 10:01 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
"If you've any questions for me, I would be more than happy to oblige! Soon, my beautiful and sunsual wife, the divine Holy Oracle who summoned you, shall be along shortly- she has important business to attend to!"

Pikau was nervous, but his concern overrode his reticence. He spoke up first, careful to bow and use proper titles as he had been instructed.

"Your Majesty, if it's not too menial a question, do you have any Gardens in this city? Ones for keeping animals in, I mean. We have in the other room a very large and remarkable boar named Runsas, and I would like to find him a good home. I can bring him here so you may see him for yourself, if that would please His Majesty?"
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| September 19, 2018, 10:56 pm
Quoting Shining TORPedo
Pikau was nervous, but his concern overrode his reticence. He spoke up first, careful to bow and use proper titles as he had been instructed.

"Your Majesty, if it's not too menial a question, do you have any Gardens in this city? Ones for keeping animals in, I mean. We have in the other room a very large and remarkable boar named Runsas, and I would like to find him a good home. I can bring him here so you may see him for yourself, if that would please His Majesty?"

People nodded. "and do you have some sort of place with lots of bugs, your majesty? I'm an entomologist; i study bugs."
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| September 19, 2018, 11:04 pm
Asakura had a dumbfounded look on his face on he was baffled on how this "flabby" agori be the king?!

Hiiro stood in front of Asahina for her protections as he kept a regal stand as Ramses did the same while Stronoff felt a cold and unsettle aura from this place as he had a feeling that this "King" was anything, but pure.
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| September 20, 2018, 4:08 pm
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Kapoido paused for a moment, taking in Pikau's question and Pepeke's follow up; he leaned forward, eyes wide and glistening.

"Runsas, you say?" he whispered reverently, "the Great Boar of Old Elysium? Here? Well I never! Only true heroes could have pulled such a mythical beast out of that long dead city; oh when the Oracle hears of this, she will be most pleased!"

"If the creature is indeed Runsas, we would be more than happy to receive him; we've not much in the way of greenery, but we do have a tremendous park not far off, complete with trees and hills and even a river! If the beast can be tamed, I'm sure he would feel right at home there!"

He addressed Pepeke directly: "-the park would also be a good place to study bugs, assumedly- I do not know for sure, but it's pretty likely to be full of insects."

"I assure you, good sir," Kapoido turned back from his tangent to Pikau once again, "there is no finer place, nor one more peaceful, than the Iron Citadel! Runsas would be more than welcome!"

Merimies' eyes flickered to and from Pikau and the king; despite his own thoughts on the Citadel and Kapoido so far, he had decided to leave Pikau with the decision of whether or not to hand over the boar.

The king, with the countenance of an oversized baby, beamed at the Agori; he awaited more questions, or otherwise a response from Pikau.
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| September 21, 2018, 3:49 pm
"Your majesty," Ramses spoke to the king. "Pardon my and the members of our party ignorances while it is an honor to be your guest." He said in a formal manner. "Just out of concerns will our stay here will be short, long, or permanent?" He asked cautiously without accidently making the problem worse. "I'm just worried about the well-beings of our party."
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| September 21, 2018, 4:38 pm
"Your Majesty," Rua-Bo-Ye bows. "Would there be herbs in this garden? I'm a Doctor of sorts and if you would be so kind as to perhaps allow me to take a small bit it would help us very much. It may even prove to be beneficial to you."
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| September 21, 2018, 6:21 pm
Nyx worms her way near the front, dropping to her knees in a slightly exaggerated bow. "My King, I implore you to forgive my ignorance, but is Her Eminence skilled in the arts of magic?" She asked, voice soft like silk.
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| September 21, 2018, 8:56 pm
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The bloated Elysian leaned back in his seat, yet another benign smile breaking across his great face; he opened his mouth to answer the Agori, but the voice of another cut him off; the party whirled around, startled.

“Welcome, brave scions of Agori.”

She was enormous, almost as tall as the monstrous Waiting One they had fought at Old Elysium; she had the emaciated form of a corpse, each of her lengthy limbs as thin as a matchstick, almost as if someone had taken a regular Elysian and stretched them to five times their height; her robes of purple and white and her armour of bronze glistened in the darkness, almost as if she were a source of light all of her own; her great pointy helmet reached up into the sky, behind which rested a pair of bright purple eyes, as sophisticated as they were beautiful; she towered over all present like a Goddess amongst mortals. Everyone present was stunned; it did not take much to guess who this new presence was.

“I am Konttori, though you already know me as the Holy Oracle- and that is how you will continue to address me.”

“My love!” Kapoido swooned.

“Quiet now dear, these gentle children of Agori have travelled far; indeed, they have come from the docile land of Botana, for the infection of the Tar has spread even there. They do not want to waste the night chattering away with you, Kapoido- for they seek a cure to the Tar.”

Kapoido shrunk back into his seat, and the Oracle continued;

“I know all your pasts, heralds of Botana; and I know your futures, also…!”
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| September 21, 2018, 9:11 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
The bloated Elysian leaned back in his seat, yet another benign smile breaking across his great face; he opened his mouth to answer the Agori, but the voice of another cut him off; the party whirled around, startled.

“Welcome, brave scions of Agori.”

She was enormous, almost as tall as the monstrous Waiting One they had fought at Old Elysium; she had the emaciated form of a corpse, each of her lengthy limbs as thin as a matchstick, almost as if someone had taken a regular Elysian and stretched them to five times their height; her robes of purple and white and her armour of bronze glistened in the darkness, almost as if she were a source of light all of her own; her great pointy helmet reached up into the sky, behind which rested a pair of bright purple eyes, as sophisticated as they were beautiful; she towered over all present like a Goddess amongst mortals. Everyone present was stunned; it did not take much to guess who this new presence was.

“I am Konttori, though you already know me as the Holy Oracle- and that is how you will continue to address me.”

“My love!” Kapoido swooned.

“Quiet now dear, these gentle children of Agori have travelled far; indeed, they have come from the docile land of Botana, for the infection of the Tar has spread even there. They do not want to waste the night chattering away with you, Kapoido- for they seek a cure to the Tar.”

Kapoido shrunk back into his seat, and the Oracle continued;

“I know all your pasts, heralds of Botana; and I know your futures, also…!”

Pepeke said, "Well, mrs. Oracle,that's kinda useless to tell us unless you plan on telling us the future. No offense. "
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| September 21, 2018, 11:02 pm
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Tuhinga was in total awe of the Holy Oracle. His fears had mostly been relieved when he saw the benevolent king, and now, in light of the Holy Oracle’s sheer beauty and grace, it faded into nonexistance. It was entirely replaced with curiosity, and a longing for knowledge. Tuhinga stepped out in front of the party, and dropped awkwardly to his knees. “Holy Oracle,” He said, doing his best to keep his voice from squeaking, “Do you indeed know the cure for the Tar? Perhaps a way to beat it?”
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| September 22, 2018, 12:14 am
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Kae, however, was not moved by the Holy Oracle’s beauty. She didn’t trust the king, let alone this godlike Oracle. She stood at the back of the group of Agori, arms crossed, watching the Oracle and king, ready for a fight.
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| September 22, 2018, 12:18 am
Pontel bowed down on one knee, not trusting the Oracle but knowing that expressing his feelings would surely result in death, or worse. "Please forgive this young magician's outburst your Holiness, he seems to have forgotten his place." Pontel shot Pepeke a very harsh look. Pontel rose from the bow, "I am Pontel Gunn, Inventor, Weaponsmith, and warrior at your service. If I may be so bold to ask, is there a place I can acquire Elysian weaponry? Your workmanship intrigues me greatly." Pontel said cautiously. Even though he didn't not like Pepeke, he woukd rather seem him alive then upset the Oracle and have her kill them all in anger.
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| September 22, 2018, 1:38 am
Quoting Pontel Gunn
Pontel bowed down on one knee, not trusting the Oracle but knowing that expressing his feelings would surely result in death, or worse. "Please forgive this young magician's outburst your Holiness, he seems to have forgotten his place." Pontel shot Pepeke a very harsh look. Pontel rose from the bow, "I am Pontel Gunn, Inventor, Weaponsmith, and warrior at your service. If I may be so bold to ask, is there a place I can acquire Elysian weaponry? Your workmanship intrigues me greatly." Pontel said cautiously. Even though he didn't not like Pepeke, he woukd rather seem him alive then upset the Oracle and have her kill them all in anger.

Pepeke glared at Pontel, and his hands crackled with magic energy. He looked away and clenched his fists, extinguishing his anger.
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| September 22, 2018, 1:01 pm
Ramses was in awe of the Godly Oracle beauty and bow in respect while Stronoff and Hiiro were not buying it as Asahina bow down.
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| September 22, 2018, 1:20 pm
Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke glared at Pontel, and his hands crackled with magic energy. He looked away and clenched his fists, extinguishing his anger.

Rua-Bo-Ye put his hand Pepeke's shoulder and whispered: "Funny that I should be saying this but um... behave yourself okay?" Rua-Bo-Ye then took a small step forward and bowed to the Oracle. "O' Holy Oracle! Please excuse my allies disrespectful natures. It is something that they do out of a primal instinct to survive. Certainly they mean nothing of it."
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| September 22, 2018, 3:49 pm
Nyx bristles somewhat. She was no Agori, she knew THAT much. She looked at the Oracle, offering a bow. "Your Eminence, might I ask you a question?" She said directly, ignoring the prostrating baboons she traveled with.

Still, they had some uses, Nyx supposed.
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| September 22, 2018, 5:19 pm
Quoting Juppiter Augustus Furnus (JimiFurno)
Rua-Bo-Ye put his hand Pepeke's shoulder and whispered: "Funny that I should be saying this but um... behave yourself okay?" Rua-Bo-Ye then took a small step forward and bowed to the Oracle. "O' Holy Oracle! Please excuse my allies disrespectful natures. It is something that they do out of a primal instinct to survive. Certainly they mean nothing of it."

Pepeke nodded and took a big breath/
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| September 22, 2018, 9:25 pm
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Though it was impossible to see behind her helmet, the Oracle grinned at the precocious comments of Pepeke and Pontel respectively:

"Oh Master Pepeke," she sang, hypnotising everyone out of their suspicions,
"I will indeed tell you the future; it lies in service to seductive Ihanne! I will detail your futures as soon as we travel to my private cathedral."

Thus she spoke, casting an evil glare at King Kapoido, who sat uselessly in his seat; the bloated king kept silent, out of respect for his one and true love.

"There is no known cure for the Tar, but that is not your destiny; you shall follow me to know that."

Konttori, the Holy Oracle, beckoned the Agori to follow her out of Kapoido's throne-room. Merimies felt increasingly nervous, for he suspected the Oracle to be entirely evil; nevertheless, he led his crewmembers in pursuit of the Oracle; if she proved to be evil, he and the other Agori would defeat her. It seemed like a sound strategy; what could possibly go wrong?
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| September 22, 2018, 10:55 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Though it was impossible to see behind her helmet, the Oracle grinned at the precocious comments of Pepeke and Pontel respectively:

"Oh Master Pepeke," she sang, hypnotising everyone out of their suspicions,
"I will indeed tell you the future; it lies in service to seductive Ihanne! I will detail your futures as soon as we travel to my private cathedral."

Thus she spoke, casting an evil glare at King Kapoido, who sat uselessly in his seat; the bloated king kept silent, out of respect for his one and true love.

"There is no known cure for the Tar, but that is not your destiny; you shall follow me to know that."

Konttori, the Holy Oracle, beckoned the Agori to follow her out of Kapoido's throne-room. Merimies felt increasingly nervous, for he suspected the Oracle to be entirely evil; nevertheless, he led his crewmembers in pursuit of the Oracle; if she proved to be evil, he and the other Agori would defeat her. It seemed like a sound strategy; what could possibly go wrong?


Trepidatiously, Merimies took a few steps towards the Oracle, only to pause. He turned to look at his comrades; unlike him, they warily held back. Unlike Merimies, they had never grown used to forced servitude, and while the Kahkanese servant may have been willing to trade one master for another, they were unwilling to take on a first.

“Forgive us,” a deep, clear voice rings through the room, drawing the Agori’s eyes toward the source, “but we cannot accept your offer of servitude.”

Konttori fixes an icy glare at the defiant speaker; however, while most Agori would be intimidated into silence by her presence alone, her chilled rage had no effect on the mentally deranged hermit.

“As I am sure you know, we crashed on the shores of Old Elysium before we could arrive here. There, after numerous trials, we communed with the spirit of Emperor Alphinaud, who told us of a way by which we may free this world of the threat of the Tar.” Beowulf draws from a bag the Zanarkandic compass, which glows with etherial light.

“There, he bestowed us with this relic; a compass which points not at magnetic poles but towards the power of gods. For in a crater in the north awaits a divine machine, created by five of the strongest Elysian Gods. We have been tasked with gathering relics of these five gods to sacrifice in an effort to reactivate the machine, to purge this world of infection. We set out from our island home to seek a cure, and will not stop in our pursuit because a prophet demands us to submit.”

The Oracle lets out a laugh, a thin, hissing noise that scrapes the ears of the party. “Do you truly expect me to believe that you could commune with the dead? Enough play, you will follow me to-“

“Forgive my interruption, again,” Beowulf says, his eyes glimmering with humor, “but if you are so ready to believe that the children of Agori, the rebel whose name you seem to fear more than that of the demon Sur’kosh, who devastated Elysium a thousand years ago, would so readily submit as servants, then I would expect you readily accept that the immortal emperor of Elysium may in fact retain life to even this day. For at least, that has some historical credence.”

Konttori tightly purses her lips as she bores holes into Beowulf, but the hermit remains unbothered as he continues rambling. “Honestly, I doubt that you’ve brought us here to be common servants. It would be far more cost effective to purchase slaves from this mainland, than to spend tenfold the price on resources to deliver us from the ocean. If you wished us dead, then again, it would be far cheaper to have allowed the mighty Leviathan to strike down our ship and drown our crew. I believe you desire to prevent our aim to heal the world for some selfish goal, some paranoid fear that we have some role in an imagined plot to undermine your power. I assure you, until you decided to interfere in our fates, we had no knowledge of your existence, let alone of any surviving societies on Palamecia. Let not fear of our religious apathy cloud your judgement; we have no desire to affect your position.”

The hermit absentmindedly cracks his knuckles, creating a loud pop at each joint, which echoed through the room. “That brings us to a crossroads. Either you can be reasonable, and let some perhaps foolhardy adventurers continue on their ill-fated mission, or we can paint this chamber a deep crimson, and then resume our quest in equal number to when we entered. I personally would vastly prefer the first option, but as we are but guests, it is appropriate to give you the choice.”

This time, it is Beowulf who fixes Konttori with a vile glare. “My teacher long ago taught me that there is no true destiny, which determined the future. He used his life as an anecdote; priests predicted that his life would be one of mundanity and labor, and he defied them and became a hero who saved a nation from divine corruption. Choose wisely, Kontorri: what you have seen may not hold if you choose blindly and foolishly."
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| September 23, 2018, 12:53 am
Pepeke face-palmed. "We're SO gonna get killed for this."
He walked over to Beowulf. "Um... take it easy. I think we should wait and see what's gonna happen."
Even as Pepeke said this, his hands started to crackle with nervous energy. (literal energy)
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| September 23, 2018, 2:19 pm
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Quoting Meepinater C.
Pepeke face-palmed. "We're SO gonna get killed for this."
He walked over to Beowulf. "Um... take it easy. I think we should wait and see what's gonna happen."
Even as Pepeke said this, his hands started to crackle with nervous energy. (literal energy)


Beowulf shakes his head. "The frog that waits to see is boiled alive. I refuse to sit by idly and sacrifice the opportunity to make an autonomous choice, when such failure forfeits our mission." He looks away from Pepeke, to again gaze in Konttori's direction.

"Again, the decision is yours, Oracle. I hope that my faith in your rationality is not misplaced, and that you shall not seek unnecessary bloodshed."
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| September 23, 2018, 3:30 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon

Konttori remained fixed; though she had at first expressed great frustration at Beowulf's impudence, the more he went on with the cocky demeanour of being in control, the blanker she became.

Beneath her helmet, she had broken out into a wide, toothy smile. A soft, silky chuckle emanated from beneath the ivory mask before she spoke again.

"Unnecessary bloodshed, good Beowulf? You of course would know about that, wouldn't you? Tell me, great hermit, did they ALL have to die?"

Beowulf scowled and tensed up; now the shoe was on the other foot.

"You are very much like dear master Ramza, Beowulf; you do so enjoy the power, the control, being the only one in the room who knows what's going on; never let that calm demeanour slip my friend, or your friends might just pay the consequences."

Merimies, who had stepped back beside his party, attempted to lay a calming hand on Beowulf, only to have it smacked away; this was deeply affecting his tall friend, and was clearly in a mood with Merimies for having so quickly stepped forth; the haggard Agori shamefully looked towards Konttori, his sheathed blade at the ready.

"Fine," Konttori hissed in a rather loud voice, "you want to know why you are here? It was not to make you my slaves, don't flatter yourselves. Rather, a madman makes his way to the Citadel: he is the Heretic, and if he is allowed to run rampant then the Mainland will suffer a curse far worse than that of the Tar...!"

"I learned in a vision that his arrival would be signalled by the arrival of the sons of Agori, on a boat from afar. This is why I had Bokeh bring you here; the vision also said that the only way to avert the Heretic's coming is if you were brought immediately to here and were not allowed to leave; you would not have been slaves, though you would have been permanent guests here."

"But if what you say is true, that you stopped off in Old Elysium before coming here, then it is already too late; the Heretic's arrival is already set into motion."

"You give me a choice, children of Agori? To work together or to fight? Why, you yourselves have already made the choice! I see good Pepeke's hands crackling with energy, mighty Kae grips her chain as does humble Merimies; you yourself, now I have hinted at your ugly past, are now chomping at the bit to kill me, Beowulf. If it is a fight you want, Agori, then you shall have it!"

Thus she spoke, and then immediately signalled for Kapoido's departure. Like a quiet and humble dog, the king obeyed, leaving the throne empty. With great spectacle, she somersaulted over the Agori's heads, landing on the seat of the throne just behind them. She stood tall and impressive perched on the seat, stood side by side with a large metal sculpture, a wireframe of a great arrow pointing upwards, laced with jewels.

She stepped forth, two enormous wands forming in her hands, ready for combat.

"Gentle Agori, you have come further than your little feet were ever meant to carry you, braved countless dangers and proved yourselves true heroes... you've done more than enough; now take your rest..."

[Begin Combat]

Konttori, the Holy Oracle (Level 168)
HP: 500
STR: 5 MAG: 6
CHG: 6
Relic: [To be revealed]
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| September 23, 2018, 5:42 pm
Pepeke made a fist, which crackled with energy. "Lady, you've been asking for this every since you showed your ugly face." He blasted her with magic.
Konttori, the Holy Oracle (Level 168)
HP: 483
STR: 5 MAG: 6
CHG: 6
Relic: [To be revealed]

Pepeke level 8
hp 7
atk 5
mag 17
chg 3
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| September 23, 2018, 6:15 pm
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