Water sloshes around Yuler's ankles as the pitch-black depths of The Bethel's dungeons consume her, leaving nothing to be seen but a dull light at the entrance point of a seemingly endless stairwell. As she continues to trek downwards, she acknowledges that the water around her seems to be pouring in from city sewage, as the odor alone is enough to blur what vision she does retain in such a place. When she finally reaches the base of the stairs, using nothing but a hand and the walls to guide herself, a new light source is found. Around the frame of what she can only assume to be a door, a glowing orange arch grasps her attention and she quickly moves towards it. Once the wooden barrier is felt by the pads of her fingers, she begins searching for a handle at either corner of the door. Once located, she attempts to open it, but to no avail. Assuming it to be locked and likely guarded, she backs away and readies the same shoulder that had been injured. Then, she charges the door. Softened by the water, it bursts apart and she is sent tumbling to the ground.
"What the hell?" Comes a voice.
"Grab her up!" Comes another, opposite in position of the first.
Swiftly getting to her feet, Yuler turns towards the voices, where she finds a male and female Nostrum. Each wielding swords similar to those of Lee and Hael. Yet their attire is slightly differing. Plated shoulders, helms, leggings, metallic knuckles, and chest guards cover their usual garbs. Yuler takes this into account while planning her attack. Placing her hands behind her head, the Nostrum lower their guard just enough that as one approaches Yuler, she quickly kicks out their leg. Before the second can react, she manages to kick the helm off the first and catch it. As the second takes a swing at her she uses the helm to block the strike. Sparks fly off the plates and Yuler uses the helm as a fist, knocking it against the female Nostrum's protected face until she too is subdued. Once this is done, Yuler wrenches the blade from the female's hands and uses it to collapse the lungs of the male. As he falls limp, she turns the blade on the second and twists the hilt. In doing so, the blade releases and extends to twice its original length. With the added length the tip of the blade has no trouble plunging into the eyesocket of the Nostrum. With both now deceased, Yuler begins adorning herself in the armors they had been wearing. Being sure to protect all but her stomach and torso.
"If I offer them a target, that should make their attacks more predictable."
Continuing on with her journey, she finds herself torn between two paths. One which leads to the right, and the other leading left. Looking to the water, she becomes aware of it traveling solely to the left. Accepting this as a sign that the left leads to the deeper section of the dungeons, she follows the stream.
"It's only a matter of time before more Nostrum come looking for me. I have to be quick about this."
With each split in the trail, Yuler continues to follow the stream until it eventually leads to a large area too dark to see in. Back tracking a few yards she collects a torch that had been hanging on the wall and marches back to the opening. As she waves the torch around, it becomes clear that there is nothing to stand on. The water simply falls into a pit and there... it likely remains. Feeling slightly discouraged, she turns back towards whence she came and begins searching for another tunnel until she hears a voice from somewhere deep below.
"Yuler!" Comes the voice of Hael. "Yuler?"
Turning back towards the pit, Yuler looks to the bottom but finds nothing other than darkness. She then looks about the stone walls surrounding her and there, she spots it. A cell many levels below her and straight ahead all at once. Unsure of if this is where the voice came from, she decides that the best way to find out is to drop the torch. As it plunges towards the bottom, it illuminates the walls in a flickering fashion. Nearing the bottom, with the surface of the water lit up, she spots two faces staring up at her. Though they are too far to make out, she knows them to be the faces of Hael and Lee. With a splashing sound, the water consumes the torch and her line of sight is lost.
"Hael, Lee!"
"Yuler, hurry! They sealed the drains! The water is rising fast!"
"I'm coming for you, hang on!"
"Yuler, three rights, a left, and a right!"
Understanding the message clearly, Yuler nods to the void of nothingness and follows the water upstream. In doing so, she finds herself back at the entrance. Once here, she faces the tunnels and takes a deep breath. Then, she reminds herself of Haels instructions and begins sprinting down each narrow trail.
"Right."
The tunnel opens up slightly, exposing her to several Nostrum who seem bewildered to spot one of their own moving so quickly for seemingly no alerted reason.
"Right."
Two additional Nostrum become visible as they turn the same corner and are plowed through by Yuler. With this, one sounds an alarm through what seems to be some kind of horn. The vibrations reverberate within the helm Yuler had stolen as she continues on her way.
"Right!"
With her blade out in front of her, she slashes at a man who attempts to do the same to her. With luck, her blade strikes first, and his clatters against the plating on her shoulders.
"Left!"
The pathway ahead begins to curve slightly and travel downwards for some time and yet another bellow of a horn can be heard coming from somewhere behind her. Along with the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, and many of them.
"Righ-"
The trail ahead falls out and Yuler plunges towards the bottom of the pit. Fearing for her life and uncertain of what is to come, she finds relief in the filthy water that swallows her whole. Resurfacing, she hears the calls of men and women that are now far above her and looks towards the sounds.
"Put her to rest with the others!" Demands one of the voices, followed by the laughing and cheering of many as Yuler spots a torch light something ablaze. As the object is lit, the well she has found herself in quickly fills with a vibrance, and a sparkling wick swirls down towards her. Realizing what is happening she takes a deep breath and goes below once more, swimming as far away from the object as she can.
BOOM!
As the fuse expires the water turns a bright white and Yuler is rattled to her core. The explosion is enough to send her twirling, no longer knowing what is up and what is down. Desperate to find out, she swims as far in one direction as she can, only to hit a wall. Running out of air and in shock, she tries again and manages to resurface. Coughing and gasping for fresh air, she hears another call of her name.
"Yuler! Over here!"
"She's still alive down there!"
"Give'er another!"
Looking back up the well, Yuler spots another lit fuse. Thinking quickly and panicked, she awaits for the explosive to reach her. Once it splashes into the water she swiftly dives towards it. With certain death in hand, she cuts the fuse short.
"What happened? Why didn't it explode?"
"Prep another! Another!"
Surfacing once more, Yuler travels towards the voice of Hael, which has begun to cough and gasp for air as well. The water now nearly reaches the ceiling of a tunnel at one end of the well.
"Yuler, hurry!"
"I- *cough* I'm coming!"
Paddling as quickly as she can while keeping the explosive held tight against her, she travels down the tunnel, where she hears yet another explosion go off, followed by the cheers of the Nostrum up above. Before reaching the end of the tunnel, Yuler finds herself using the ceiling to move forward, as the water has reached such a level that doing so is faster than paddling. Once she breaches the end, the ceiling rises up ever so slightly, allowing her more room to breathe.
"You're here!"
"By the Gods, you've done it!"
Lee and Hael laugh between coughs, whilst holding onto the bars that have sealed them in.
"What now though? How do we free ourselves of this cell?"
"Leave it to me." Yuler assures. "On my count, you swim to the bottom of the cell." Yuler pulls the explosive into view and the smile on Lee's face fades.
"Yuler, what are you doing?" Hael questions.
"Trust me! One!"
"Ah, Hell." Lee grieves, now certain of his demise.
"Two!"
"Why is she counting? Lee? Lee!?"
"Three!" Yuler strikes her sword against the bars, which clang loudly and shoot off sparks. As this happens, the fuse is reignited and Hael and Lee submerge themselves. Yuler then pushes the explosive across the water, and dives down herself.
BOOM!
Metal shrapnel bursts away from the second set of bars, which in turn begin to sink beneath the sewage. With this, Lee and Hael reemerge, finding themselves in the pit that continues to fill with water.
"Ha! *Cough* Yuler, you did it!" Cries Lee. "You- Yuler?"
"I'm fine!" She assures, still trapped in the climbing waters on the opposite side of the cell. "You two go. Find Marne, find Dabria's roots!"
"Yuler, no!" Hael shouts. "You find your way to us! You find your way out of there!"
"You know I can't." Yuler laughs briefly to herself, tears now streaming down her face. "You know this is it, Hael. Please, for me, for Cronn, for all of those who have been lost to Dabria, you find its roots! You kill this plague!"
"Hael, we must go. These waters are too high for us to-"
"No!" Taking a deep breath, Hael allows herself to fall below the surface.
"Hael, not here, not like this!" Lee demands, knowing that Hael would never take orders from him. Accepting this, he growls to himself, then turns to face the already submerged tunnel that Yuler's surely unconscious body resides in. "Hang in there Yuler, Hael is coming for you! Just hang on!"
As these words leave Lee's lips, a deep grumbling can be heard coming from somewhere beneath his legs. Then, the water erupts with a vicious screech. Soaked furs and gnashing teeth rip through the sewage as a beastly Hael tears through stone and metal alike. In no time at all, Hael manages to shred the bars that have trapped Yuler and- as gently as a beast can- collects her body. Once Hael has reached the surface once more, Lee quickly grabs onto her coat as she claws at the walls, slowly climbing back up towards the tunnel in which Yuler had discovered them.
Yuler regains consciousness for a brief moment, only to see herself being raised out of the pit, and the deep black skin of the claws that snare her before passing out once more. With nothing but the screeching of a Great Beast to send her off into the abyss.
Awaking to the sound of claws grinding against cobble, Yuler opens her eyes to meet those of Lee, whose panicked state tells of something much greater than her recovery going on around them. With muffled words, he pulls her up into a sitting position and wipes gunk from her face. Though his words remain incomprehensible, she quickly realizes that they are coming from a place of warning. Through blurred vision, she looks about them, where she spots the tail-end of Hael, whose silver fur and tar-colored flesh whip about in a dramatic manner. Her awareness rising, Yuler gasps and gags simultaneously, spitting up dark water and choking on it all the same."Good, you're breathing. Get up! We must move!" Lee tugs at Yuler's arm until she is on her feet, then the pair of them face Hael, who continues to mangle the bodies of Nostrum as they dare to approach her. With a bellowing shriek, she shreds each of her contesters in an inhumane act of violence. "We have to help her in any way that we c
Bound at the wrists, Yuler, Hael, and Lee are escorted back into the depths of the dungeons, where Marne slowly regains consciousness as he is held up by the legs and underarms. Looking about himself, he spots the others and attempts to speak, but nothing more than a raspy whisper is made. Ceasing the effort, he continues to look around. Counting five total unfamiliar faces, he begins to piece together what has happened. Yuler managed to get caught as well, but not before locating Hael and Lee. Then, the High Priestess used him as bait, and that must be why he is also with the others."Turn here, Defect." Demands a man nearing the front as he pushes on the shoulder of Lee."Yeah, yeah. Filthy fool.""Mind your tongue!" The man shouts back, knocking an open hand against the back of Lee's head."So be it." Lee returns through gritted teeth. With an almost unseen motion, he manages to break the man's nose with a headbutt. The others look on confused but alerted to the commotion. Then, on
Yuler examines her surroundings as she awaits the sound of Hael's arrival at the bottom of the hole. Noticing the faint glow of Dabria that has imprinted itself into the walls around her, Marne, and Lee, she runs the fingertip of one glove against the surface. To her surprise, the glow finds itself sticking to her. She then brushes it off and onto her trousers as she turns to speak to the others."It would seem the pollen still emits, even in a gust-less place such as this.""The idea lacks surprise." Lee blandly proclaims, shaking his head as he too observes the situation before turning back to the entrance, where Hael makes herself known."We must find the source as quickly as possible. It will surely be our grave if we remain here for too long." Hael kicks dirt from her boots and allows her mask to fall beneath her chin, taking in a deep breath as she does so. "Fortunately for us, it would seem a straight shot to our target."The others look to where Hael's nose has found itself po
Emerging from an unfamiliar tunnel, the party coughs and sputters, trying to clear their airways of what smoke their masks could not protect them from. Careful not to tread forward in their struggles, they gain awareness of the surroundings and notice that they've found themselves to be on a cliff face overlooking woodlands and mountain ranges. The peculiar sight's beauty is lost in the violent hacking of the four as they finish spitting up blackened saliva before taking in heavy, deep breaths of fresh air."What will become of us?" Asks Lee, who wears a disgusted and sickened look on his face. "What with that vile thing having permeated our bodies.""Surely the flames would have cleansed you." Hael believes. She hunches forward and continues to breathe heavily, ensuring there is nothing more to come up before she holds herself upright."Reminds me... of a recent grave I occupied." Marne laughs to himself as he watches the smoke churn about, leaving the depths of the cave they had fre
Stirring from their slumber, the party begins their trek back towards the towers of Maciofim with sore muscles and tongues that taste of ash. Little is spoken before they wash away the bitterness from the night before with flowing river water and wipe what they can from their hair and faces, leaving streaks of filth around their collars and garbs. Once each is as satisfied as they can find themselves to be, a conversation begins to break through on their walk across prairie lands. With only a bundle of woodlands and what remains of the clearing standing between them and the city walls, Hael speaks first."I assume their efforts will rest in attempting to restore it. The plant that is.""What purpose might there be in doing such a thing?" Questions Marne, who continues to rub away grime from the back of his neck as he trudges through tall grass."Have you not listened to a word we've said?" Lee rolls his eyes and takes in a deep breath to speak with. "Without Dabria they will most cert
"Welcome, welcome!" Comes the voice of Farrow, who extends an arm to either side of his body. "What an honor it is to be in the presence of such great companions!" Stepping over Lady Mardelia's corpse, Farrow proceeds to near the others, who now walk towards him from the throne room's doors. "I must personally thank you lot, as, without you, none of this would have been possible. You've saved us many men, and might I add my own blood."The party looks over one another, still finding themselves to be in a peculiar situation. Though the gratitude of some was to be expected, it is not the gratitude of savages that they sought. Now standing toe-to-toe with the man they once met in the tavern, they observe him up and down. His garbs and weapon display a clear history with the Ryoushi, yet his behavior would suggest otherwise. Open arms and a willingness to work with others are an uncommon sight in such men."What now?" Asks Lee, who moves over to the feast and collects a bottle of yellowis
Standing behind two large doors, barred off by metal gating, and separating them from the gardens, the party awaits Farrow's arrival. As they do so, each begins to appear nervous about what is to come. Marne wipes his blade clean, wishing only to have retrieved his cleaver before reaching such a stage in their work. Yuler stands at the ready, tempted to continue without permission, but not wanting to do so at the same time, as a creature of legend is what she knows they are coming to face. Lee's concerns rest in the well-being of Hael, who stands behind the three of them and gulps harshly as she trembles; Feeling as though the reward for their efforts here may not come to be, but praying that it might. Cheers can still be heard coming from beyond the doors. Where they know others to be watching from windows and rooftops as they too await the arrival of their leader."Puppets." Mumbles Marne, who is now satisfied with the cleanliness of his blade. "Nothing but puppets.""What do you me
As Hael and Ordaite engage one another, Yuler darts out of the way and towards Marne, who continues to turn about on the ground. Pulling a vial from the stock he carries, she pops the cork and stuffs it in his mouth. As it begins to take hold, his tossing stops and he sips from the vial peacefully. Ensuring he is alright with just the one, she grabs another from his coat and sprints across the field, narrowly missing having her head taken off by the chomping of Ordaite's fanged mouth. Once she has made it over, she looks about for Lee, where she discovers him now standing upright, but still bleeding and leaning against the wall."Lee, take this!" Passing off the vial, she looks back to the fight, now knowing that there are only two vials remaining, and Hael is taking a beating. Pulling her sword free once more, she sprints in battle and slashes at the heels of Ordaite. With each swing she brings about more blood, painting the blackened flowers red once more. As Ordaite turns away from
Thumping at the door causes Lee to stir from his sleep, followed by Hael. As the pair of them travel towards the sound, Lee opens the door and they are met with the face of Herald. Behind him rests Marne and Yuler, who remain stationed on the porch, but seem to be slightly disappointed. As Lee and Hael notice this, they look to Herald once more and await what is to come."It is with great displeasure that I must request that the Nostrum residing within this abode leave Crater's Crown at once. It is in the better interest of my people that I must make this request, as fear has begun to spread throughout the city.""Wait, what?" Lee asks, baffled."I am most apologetic, dear Nostrum, but it has been discussed greatly since the attack that took place last night and the people have agreed that this is a must.""We took care of that creature for your people. Why would they want us out now?" Marne wonders, no longer feeling the warm welcome they had once come to know."I'm sorry. Word from
The man-sized hare drops several books onto the floor as he notices the reach Lee has made for his blade, then cowers."P-please don't kill me!" He begs, trying to look as defenseless as possible. In doing so, the guards begin to approach."No, no! Wait, everyone stop!" Samuel demands, managing to cease even the guards in place."Lee, come down from there. Everyone, please, return to the front here.""Are... are you the Tsar?" Asks Marne, who has begun retreating to the red carpet and off the platform."I am. M-my name is Herald. Herald the Relic.""Herald the Relic?" Hael asks rhetorically."Indeed." The curious creature seems to smile at them as it speaks, wanting to maintain a peaceful conversation as it wiggles its nose. "I was once nothing more than an ordinary hare, until my creator gave me new life.""Your creator?" Yuler questions, intrigued by the strange beast."Yes, yes. My creator! What a fine man he was, or... or so I think.""You think?" She asks again."Yes, well, I nev
Stone walls line the outside of the city, forming a circular barrier that encapsulates everything within. At the face of the wall resides a great set of oak doors with a tower at either side of the entranceway. The group proceeds towards it with caution, unsure of how their presence will be taken. Yet, the twins do not carry the same weight on their shoulders. Instead, they approach the gates as if they own them and swiftly knock at the hardened surface."Hello? Anyone up there?" Samuel asks, looking up towards the towers overhead. "The Decwicks have arrived and we have brought some companions along with us.""Decwicks you say?" Comes a voice from one of the towers, but which tower does not become clear until a face appears over the edge of the one at the right. "What business have you got within the great walls of Crater's Crown?""Communion with a tradesman and the delivery of rare goods." Samuel responds, lacking any further interaction with the guard."And what goods might that be
A thin string of smoke lingers as the party awakens the next morning, offering little to no warmth for their frigid fingers as they pack up what small amount of belongings they still possess; Ready for yet another journey into unknown territory. As they ready themselves for the trip and grab one last bite to eat, they each silently acknowledge that it is the last meal they will have for some time, as all supplies have been diminished to nothingness. Regardless, they pull at their bootstraps, tighten their belts, and ensure their masks are firmly pressed to their faces. All except for Samuel and Samara, that is."Here." Hael's voice resonates in a peaceful tone as she offers one of the twins a spare of hers. "Lee will give another to whoever remains without."Lee grunts distastefully, but begins extracting a cloth from beneath his coat."How were you two so close to Dabria without masks all this time?" Yuler questions, realizing the risk that they must have been facing."Simple," begin
Hael places her index finger and thumb above her head, then looks at the stars surrounding them. Once she is seemingly satisfied, she begins moving toward an undisclosed location. Lee, Marne, and Yuler follow, sticking as close as they can without burning one another with the flames of their torches. As they go on, Lee can't help but to look over his shoulder, sensing something to be near, but not near enough to be a threat, yet."Are we sure that this Kirk will still be standing?" He asks, attempting not to come across negatively. "I mean, with all that is going on, even Maciofim is having a hard time staying standing.""We can't be sure of anything," Hael begins, "but we must attempt... something. Otherwise, all will fall without a fight.""Perhaps there are others also seeking answers." Marne offers, wanting to be part of the conversation."Perhaps so, but I find it unlikely that any have come as far as us." Hael states, stepping around a large boulder in their path. "What are the
Specks of white light sparkle across Samuel's eyes as Lee's fist meets his nose. Before a second blow can land, Hael puls Lee back and Samara does the same with Samuel. Lee struggles against Hael's grasp for a moment before shaking her off and spitting at Samuel's feet."How dense can you be, boy? Your father would have never allowed such things to transpire!""I could never speak on his behalf, as I never met my father." Samuel retorts, wiping away a bit of blood that had poured onto his upper lip. "Regardless of that fact, I thank you all for coming to our rescue. It has been a grim waiting period here in our... refuge." Samuel motions at the dirt walls that surround them, neglecting the many utensils and contraptions that also fill the space."Will you all hurry up!" Shouts Marne from outside the hideaway. "Not to rush, but I'd rather not be left to fend for myself should something else come for us.""Of course." Hael offers, turning to face the twins. "We have many questions for y
As the group arrives at the rear of the manor, they are met with a not-so-familiar sight. Outer walls covered in vines and spores present themselves to the party. Shattered windows whistle with gentle winds that pass through them, and a curious red glow still illuminates the area, but not from the heavens, as it did when the touchdown first occurred. Instead, the glow presents itself from within the manor walls. Somewhere deep within the carcass of a once luxurious home. The overall atmosphere is enough to make them shiver, but they press on. Knowing that if there is ever to come an end to this, the answers await them only here.Hael is the first to plant a foot onto the lower step. Then Lee, then Marne, and finally Yuler. With caution, Hael opens the back doors, allowing a large gust of wind to sweep over them as she does so. Once the interior is exposed, it becomes clear that the situation is far more dire than any of them could have expected. Tile floors and birch walls rest in rui
Flames burst from the nozzle of a thrower, scorching the land underfoot. With each pass it makes, sprouts of Dabria wither away with cries that almost go unheard beneath the sound of the fuel that burns them. As the stream of fire passes, another is ignited. Then another, and another. Footmen walk along Maciofim's outskirts as they incinerate all that they can, but the efforts remain futile. No matter the work they get done on this night, the next will be more of the same. Within the city, tired eyes and hushed whispers fill the streets as homes remain in disrepair and food becomes more scarce with every passing moment. However, faith serves as a guide and The Bethel's lower floors remain full of life. With the rebels and Craws all but forgotten, peace- though felt only in spurts- befalls the hallowed walls.Beyond the brick and mortar, cast aside by the city, a small fire burns bright. Its flames lick at poisonous air and whisk away what infection approaches, but it does nothing of t
Marne observes a growing crowd. Along with the growing crowd is a growing flame, where many books have already found themselves to be set alight. More join them as each member of Farrow's rebellion arrives, donating a piece of text as they come, before finding their place amongst the others. Marne begins to feel saddened by what he has come to witness thus far, acknowledging that with each page that turns to embers, rare knowledge is forever lost."Beautiful, is it not?" Comes the excited voice of Farrow, who rubs his palms together and peers off at a resting sun, which begins to set behind him. "The time has nearly come to bring Great things to an end."Marne looks about The Bethel's roof once more, then to Farrow."Nothing about this feels right."Farrow drops the smile he has been fashioning, then looks to his son."Have you had a change of heart?""No, I mean, nothing feels right without the others being present.""Ah, of course! Of course." Farrow chuckles with relief, allowing h