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Aera Kirishima

Clarity of the mind, is clarity of the soul.

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, originally authored by Ritnio, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

[Personal Detail]
Name: Aera Kirishima

Age: 16

Place of Birth: Unknown

Personality: Aera can be quite cold hearted and mean. Her straight-forward and focused personality complements her skills quite nicely. Despite that intimidating personality, she is actually very "squishy". She is easily frightened. When in a fight however, her emotions leave her entirely and she becomes focused on nothing but seeing her opponent die.

Appearance: Her human half has dark blue eyes and short silver hair and carries a katana with a cherry blossom insignia and flower attached and a wakizashi. She wears a dark green and white dress with several ghost insignias along the edges and breast pocket and a black ribbon placed off-center on her hair. Her ghostly half is a formless phantom as large as her human half. The two halves are always seen together

Spoken Languages: English, some Japanese

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oBN4QkrBHg and when in a dramatic situation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=le3g3Yum3iQ

[Combat Section] (Try not to just fill this section up with whatever so you can have one in every slot, think about your character deeply. and remove stuff you don't need for them.)

Weapons: Roukenkan and Hakuroken. Roukenkan being 2.5 times the length of Hakuroken, which is 20 inches. Her ghost half is also a weapon sometimes.

Powers: Able to talk to spirits, has a ghost half which is actually her soul. Is capable of creating many copies of herself. Can see the aura and life force of people. This serves no real purpose other than being able to track them down.

Technology: N/A

Skills: Can read the path of her opponent's attacks and can attack at rather mind-boggling speeds herself.

Proficiency: Swordsmanship

[Back-story]

Father: Deceased

Mother: Deceased

Connections and Affiliations: Her Master, who she calls Grandpa, is a well-known Swordsman who never took on any pupils but her. He is currently missing.

History prior to The Garden: When she was 4 her parents had died during the ongoing war. As she sat in her room waiting for the end to come, two soldier from the opposing army came to finish the job of killing her family off. The men were defeated by an unknown swordsman who Aera clung to...against his will. He agreed to teach her his skills so he trained her. One day, during a test of what she had learned, Aera was knocked down easily and her sword flew from her hand. Her master asked why she has failed, and being the kid she was at the time she complained her sword wasn't fast enough. What came next was something that has always been burned into her mind from the moment her Master spoke it, "You believe the best swordsman in the world to be one with the fastest sword. Then the best swordsman could not hope to beat a novice archer. Not even the faster sword can match the speed of an arrow. It's sufficient to have a sword faster than purpose. A truly fast sword is one that has already fulfilled it's purpose the moment you conceive of it. If you do not understand then I'll give you a choice... In the end all we have is our swords to protect us, you can either choose to hold onto your sword....or toss it away. Which will it be?". She chose to pick up her sword and try once more to defeat her master and succeeded. The following day, he was nowhere to be found. Since that day she has been searching for him. At one point she even heard his voice and felt his touch. That day was in the forest while escorting a merchant. An arrow was shot at her and was millimeters from her face before she drew her sword and sliced it into 16 pieces. after sheathing the sword she felt the familiar touch of her master's hand on her head, and his voice in which these words were spoken; "That just now, was pretty fast". Image Image(Those pictures are the previous scenario with the arrow) She has now become more like her master in terms of personality and skill. She is still currently an orphan and is very very determined to find him. So much as mentioning an elderly swordsman will get Aera all pumped up and excited thinking that her master is what is being talked about.

So begins...

Aera Kirishima's Story

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Aera Kirishima, an orphaned girl without any real name or worth in the life she lived. Everything she had ever cared for was torn from her. The last straw was losing her Master, Youki, who had cared for her since she was a little girl. She traveled all over the world searching for him but alas she could not find him.

If one were to enter the small forest in which Aera lived, one could hear the sobbing of a lonely forgotten girl.

"Master....Why did you leave? W-Was I not good enough?" She cried into her pillow as she remembered the times she had with her Master.
Image He had trained her to be the swordsman she is today.Image Even gave her his Roukenkan, his prized sword from his father's father's father who forged it from the blood and bones of yokai. Why would he leave suddenly? Why?

"I...I wish I could start all over... A-A new life with you M-Grandpa....We could train in the garden, laugh as we told stories before bed...t-t-travel to town to see my parent's graves...I-I miss you Grandpa...I-I wish I could start all over again with you...I'd give anything i-if only that were possible... "

As soon as those last few words were mentioned, she found herself nearly blinded by a light as a gate opened in front of her. That isn't what caught her eye however, what did was that she could see her master clearly beyond that gate. Image

"MASTER!!!! MASTER YOUKI!!" She rushed through the gate hoping to get to him, only to find the gate had shut behind her and that her master was never really there. She fell to her knees and cried, realizing her wish would never come true.

The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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River sighed heavily as he exited the small hovel of a home he had spent the night in, the vast wastelands presenting themselves to him once more and punishing him for his transgressions. A vast sandstorm had whipped into existence in the nearby vicinity and he knew he couldn't out-run it, but to stay was to invite his hunters to tear him apart when he eventually dropped from weariness. He decided to carry on despite the circumstances, he was not going to enter the hovel again...not anymore. His hunters would know the reason clearly as they followed his trail, he was not the most discreet survivalist, he did not even care as his sluggish and dragging foot steps made sweeping imprints in the sand below him, or at least the horrifying waste of mutation that held the same consistency.

Not long after his departure a wolf-like snout poked into the hovel,followed by an armored claw that tore the tattered wooden door off of its hinges to allow for the massive gate of the monolithic wolf man to bow lowly into the safe hold. Wrinkling his nose in disgust and grabbing a nearby lantern at the sight before him, shattering the glass containing the flame and throwing it atop the mess to cleanse and eventually burn the hovel. Retreating out through the door to chase his quarry, the man who had left behind the bodies of a small family, drained and bitten into and removed of all life, even their souls devoid to leave behind mere grey and ashen husks that soon burned away. There had been barely enough to burn to begin with after the man had his way, but they deserved some sort of burial even in this world.

Days later, as his feet gave out from under him and his knees hit the wastes, the sandstorm had finally ceased after an eternity. His skin ripped to shreds by the true unforgiving rubble-like content of the sand beneath him, his bones broken and his eyes half blinded by shrapnel, this was why he was forced to drain those who barely scraped by to live, this is why he carried on with the weight of souls on his shoulders and didn't simply allow himself to be caught. He had taken too many lives in his first moment of desperation, an act he regrets to the depths of his black heart, but it was too late to repent now. These were the thoughts that passed through his head as a clawed hand seized his shoulder and brought him up to hang feet off of the sands he was sure would bury him. His face turned to stare into the amber eyes of a snarling armored wolf man almost twice his size, a curved blade pressed against his stomach, his one functioning eye peered back weakly as with a simple nod he awaited the piercing of the blade into his leathery hide. He deserved death, his carcass born open to the suns rays and its predators...and his hunter knew that, had followed his trail of destruction since the day he began this life and went back against everything they had stood against,together.

A small tear ran down the fur of the colossal wolf mans face, a sight River barely caught before the wolves choked roar echoed through the empty desert. In response River smiled sadly and brought a broken hand up to rest on his best friends blade hand, the hunters eyes wide in disbelief, in sorrow. Tears began to drop slowly from down Rivers jaw onto the arm of the wolf and the sands below.

"It's okay....I won't make you do this, but...I'm glad it was you that found me..."He choked out with a cough,taking hold of the blade and driving it deep into his left side with a cough of blood "I only wish, things had been different....that I could have stuck around for you Rain, maybe in the next life..." He said with a sad smile, blood beginning to pour from his mouth and down his jaw, his body going numb and slack. 'Yeah...maybe, in the next life' he thought as he began to slip into unconsciousness the final sight of his friend pressing his head deep into his armored chest, his fur wet and glistening around his jaw. "Idiot...armor...hurts." He joked before sealing his eyes shut.

The wolf simply lay there, his friend that he had hunted for so long finally gone for good, it was an intensely confusing feeling...the man deserved more then he had been given, he was sure of it. He couldn't bury the body but he tore off his tattered red cloak and placed it over the Incubus before trudging off slowly in the other direction, his eyes still wide in disbelief and his weapon clenched tightly in an armored claw, the blood still dripping off of the tip. One thing was for sure, he was going to make sure nothing like this ever happened again, and as that thought crossed his mind an immense light erupted behind him, one that he ignored in case his friend had god forbiddingly been revived simply for him to have to die again, he had done enough already. Even as the beam swallowed his friends body and the cloak, tearing them apart and creating them a new he did not once turn back or stop from trudging onwards.


The red haired Incubus opened his eyes staring at a small crowd of people,a girl was crying in the background..no..she sounded just like the girl from the hovel. He must have finally arrived in hell, 'At the very least my parents aren't here' he joked uncomfortably with himself before sitting up from his laying position and clawing his way up into a standing point, his arms across his chest. No, this wasn't hell, he wasn't injured, what had happened to the wasteland? His friend? The all consuming darkness?. It seemed the people around him were just as confused, for now he rushed over to the girls side, attempting to comfort her with idle chit-chat and faked niceties, comforting was something he was skilled in and yet he couldn't explain how he did it. He kept one suddenly operable eye on her, the other on the figure everyone else had trained their eyes upon. An attractive woman standing merely a few feet away with a pair of rabbit ears sprouting from her head, they were waiting for something, everyone could feel it and so he waited. A billion questions running through his mind and a thousand self-hateful messages blowing through his mind and impeding even the questions that far out-numbered them.

All he knew for sure, was that even if he had been given a second chance. It wasn't the one he wanted, and the first opportunity he got he'd find some way to repay Rain, and make sure the deed that he had been put through did not go without any merit. No matter what that meant.

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Aera wiped her tears away, noticing the Incubus, and wondering why he had approached her. She slowly stood up, making sure to keep a hand on one of her swords just in case. Her sword had a strange but pretty cherry blossom insignia on the sheath and the scabbard was shaped as one as well. Her stormy grey eyes still filled with tears, she looked at the Incubus. She couldn't sense any real danger from him, nor did she care.

"I-I'm sorry... I-I must look like a wreck... M-May I ask who you are and why y-you approached me?"

With her short silvery hair, stormy grey eyes and her childish looks, she seemed at lot less threatening that she really was. A lot cuter too, though she won't admit it. She was quite small in stature compared to the Incubus as the top of her head reached his nose. Her green skirt had been stained with her tears, and so had the ground. She looked no older than 13 and was all alone in this new world. Without thinking, she hugged the Incubus tightly.

"T-Thank you though...f-for comforting me... I don't really have a name but Mas...Grandpa called me Aera so just call me Aera as well. May I ask what you're name is?...and Where we are?"

She seemed to have snapped out of her sorrow and regained her senses.

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River smiled at the girl kindly, when she asked who he was and why he approached her he simply shrugged and lightly ran a soft hand down the side of her face to wipe away a stray tear.

"To leave someone hurt or crying, especially from the heart, is a crime. Something I never wish to take part in. My names River." He replied in a soft tone of voice, however he was startled as they hugged him. Awkwardly patting their back before hugging them back just as tightly, unsure exactly how to react. This hadn't really happened before and he was still bewildered by the sudden change, the entire movement of the world was a bit much.

River however managed to chuckle as they flusteredly asked his name again in their current state. Where they were he couldn't answer and so he simply hugged them once more before nodding his head towards the Rabbit who stood a little off, standing a head and waiting as everyone stared them down, even beginning to actually ask the woman questions.

"I don't know I'm afraid...but I think we might be about to find out." He noted finally,still keeping one eye on the rabbit, the other focused on the girl he was comforting. Things had changed quite abruptly in mere seconds hadn't they?.

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The Black Rabbit stood with her arms crossed, her shining hair blowing gloriously in a mystical source of wind that seemed to affect nothing else in the area. She had to fight back a smirk as the crowds appeared, one man appeared before the others and attempted to hide his..unique state, behind a simple cigarette. In a world such as this he would find such things not nearly as useful but his attempt at least served to amuse the cold hearted rabbit. Slowly through golden portals and sudden appearances the crowd fully materialized, stragglers still arriving now and again behind the rest, all eyes on her and several embarrassed stares centred at her chest and thighs. She didn't care however, the Rabbit had learnt long ago that no matter what end of existence you hailed from men were all the same.

The woman tapped her foot impatiently on the stage as she awaited the stragglers to bundle together with the rest in front of the vast ruins, a crying girl appearing and quickly being comforted by a stranger with spiky red hair. She scoffed inwardly and kept her looks of disdain to herself, instead leveling a neutral gaze on them and the rest of the crowd, weaklings didn't last long anyway and they'd be sent home with the rest of the unfortunate random rabble.

Finally however she was given the cue as in a burst of blue light a group of around fifty people, mostly children and teenagers aside from one large grey haired man appeared in the rows of seats and the booth nearby. Those in the booth obviously higher ranking or more important members, made increasingly obvious by their age difference to the small crowd of young who sat fidgeting already in their spectating seats. The most noticeable was the tall grey haired and bearded man who sat in the center of the group upon a large wooden chair. A kind smile upon his features as he good naturedly chatted with the others around him before falling silent, brushing his white coat off of the sides of the large chair and directing his attention along with everyone else's to the Black Rabbit who glared at him impatiently.


"Welcome! One and all! To the recruitment game of The Nameless. I realize many of you are disorientated and confused, but you all have one thing in common. You wished for something new, a second change, a fresh start. I the Black Rabbit granted that wish, but it doesn't come entirely free." She announced with a fake and overly cheerful smile, bouncing around the place excitedly "You have been chosen from all across existence to compete here in The Garden in a recruitment game to join the infamous nameless guild. You will compete and fight and complete any of three victory conditions to earn your place amongst their number." She stated, before darkly smiling and turning to the group who gathered before her.

"Those who lose will be sent back to whatever reality they came from and wiped of all memory of this place, Those who win get to join the community here who are staging the recruitment game. Without a community even if you find your back here or a way to stay, you won't survive long! To live here you have to have great skills, a guild or have enough cash to live it up with city life!" She announced excitedly, real excitement. She always loved the bad news part of the announcements. "Now most of you are mundane, normal people, but some of you have gifts, or intelligence. You are to use these gifts in any way you deem necessary to complete the conditions, don't worry about death because for this game you have the wonderful Black Rabbit as a judge! All deaths will be temporary and simply result in an pleasant trip back to your own reality!" She stated twirling on the spot before tapping her foot twice on the ground, a rain of golden scrolls falling gently from the sky and wafting into the hands of every competitor.

"The rules are simple and written on those sheets as with the victory condition, however even if you complete the conditions its up to the guild master whether or not you make it in! It's not all about brute force or power here, you have to prove you'll be worthwhile having around!" She cheered, gesturing to the grey haired man at the mention of a guild master, in reply he simply waved kindly before being hidden by the bouncing rabbit. "You have only a short period of time before all remaining contestants are wiped out, so on my signal go!" She stated finally, stepping back and taking a seat on the ground, a small party popper materializing in her hand as a shiny golden throne broke from below to accommodate her. The rabbit humming happily to herself as she gave them all time to read. Behind the group lay the entrance to the maze, which despite its regular appearance and black stone rubble walls was entirely different once entered, to enter was to be transported to a far off place where the game would truly take place. The spire still an obvious peak,however reaching it was a different matter. In this true maze the walls were made of the same black-stone and the surroundings more resembled a dungeon, to be entirely accurate a gargantuan dungeon that spanned across several islands both large and small. Various trials,monsters and traps awaiting those who entered within.

The Golden items however were going to be the fun part for the spectators, each was located in a separate circular room past all the traps and monsters they could have possibly crammed into the points leading to them. To claim each item one would have to face a trial or defeat a monster or opponent, a seemingly straight forward task, if one was fortunate enough to find a single room that they alone gained access to and without competition for the item. To make matters worse not all circular rooms yield an item...however all do yield a challenge and an opportunity to remove some competition. Outside the circular rooms one is only subject to the competition and the mind-numbing and yet simple maze, along with various traps and creatures of strange descriptions, all in all..the game was going to allow only the strong and the intelligent to make it through.

However one first had to read the scroll to begin to at grasp what they had to do.


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The scrolls read as follows.
Rules:
1:You may use any means you require necessary to meet the conditions however exiting the maze or breaking its walls in considered cheating, you must find a way to make it through with what you have.
2:This is a solo event so working together to achieve a singular condition will only reward a single person.
3:Attempts to harm spectators or official judges will result in temporal banishment and removal from planar existence.

Victory Conditions:
To win this game one must at least one of these conditions.
1: Complete the maze and climb the spire within three minutes, after obtaining at least three golden items hidden through-out the maze.
2: Defeat five other participants and climb the spire, defeating the unique guardian who challenges you at its peak after unlocking your unique arcane door at its base with a golden key.
The final condition yields an additional reward along with the basic rewards for winning the game
3:Open all three Arcane Doors, located at: The Spire, The North Corner, and The Hidden Rune upon the maze wall. Using various Golden Items, no clues are given to which aside from The Spire.

Rewards:
One is able to join The Nameless Guild
Given a Lazul Card (Stores Gifts and Categorizes ones natural gifts and powers)
Gifted the Voice of Aniya (A magical gift allowing one to communicate with those in The Garden.)
Given Lodging and a small sum of two hundred coin for basic supplies and living.
Additional Rewards:
Given a Personalized Estate building and increased gold sum of four hundred coin.
Given choice of workshop for personal and shared use amongst guild.



Ignoring dismayed cries of unfairness,petty complaints and confusion. Black Rabbit raised her party popper and grinned as she pulled the string to fire it, a penetrating beam of light flashing high into the sky and after several minutes of rumbling, bringing lightning to crash down directly in front of the judge and announcer. A Golden and Ornate Spear weapon, or perhaps it was a halberd appearing and being picked up in her twirling hands before she halted it in front of her with a perfect innocent smile. The microphone placed in between two parallel blades either side of the shaft making itself known as her voice echoed out even louder then the remaining ringing of lightning and thunder.

"Let the games, Begin!, any late-comers will be ported directly into the game and given a scroll,now get going!"


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"Mmm, Well then. Let's find out who/what she is and just where the hell are we...EH!? Where did Myon go?? Oh. There she is."

Aera glanced over at the ghostly blob which floated over to her. This 'Myon' seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary ghost. This was untrue of course, since Myon is Aera's soul manifested in a ghostly form. Losing Myon would cause her to fade from history.

Like a little girl hugging her teddy bear, Aera hugged Myon tightly with a worrisome expression on her face. "I told you before, stay close to me at all times. I can't exist without you, nor you without me remember? Good." The blob had given what looked to be a slight nod. It then took the form of Aera, making an exact copy of her just a bit more... pale.

"Now, back to the task at hand..." She walked up to the rabbit eared woman to hear what she has to say.

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"Hmmm.... I need money, as I have none... But I don't want to be bothered with such a trivial task of opening those 3 doors... Ah. Condition number 2 seems good. Personal, unique opponent? Sounds like a decent fight for once <3"

The ghostly blob hovered in front of Aera as if talking to her. A cold breeze went by before Aera responded to Myon's 'question'.
"Yea, I guess you're right Myon... Maybe I should ask her...," She turned to face the bunny-rabbit girl and politely asked her question. "Excuse me, I have a question. Myon here is my ghost half...er my soul to be specific... I noticed one of the rules says this is a solo thing, so I was wondering is Myon counted as an extra person? If she does, that would be quite problematic as I cannot exist without her and visa-versa. So, does Myon count as another person or not? Also, this unique guardian... is the guardian.. er.. 'made' to fight the specific person who does condition #2?"

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River had began to disperse into the maze along with the crowd, however he found himself caught and pausing in wait for the girl whom he'd comforted. To become attached was weakness,but if he were to complete the third goal despite its ludicrous notions then things would be better for him, better then scraping from one home to the next at the very least. To complete it however he'd need a group, more then simply himself and his own powers no matter what confidence he had in them. He tapped his foot impatiently, growling at the lost time that was floating by him in the form of a rushing and maddened crowd, desperate to complete any of the three challenges no matter the cost or the likelihood of their deaths.

Few things were more dangerous then a desperate mob with no hints of predictability, however it seemed he might not have to deal with them. For after everyone had funneled into the maze safe for himself, the girl, and the spectators. A thump resounded across the barren wastelands, one that made his ears stand upright above his hair and his tail flick out of the back of his pants, twitching and curling nervously as his cat-like eyes began to peer into the horizon, past the crowds and The Rabbit woman to the rolling dead hills and all to familiar piles of wastelandic 'sand', and he was not the only one for The Rabbit ignored the girl before him and pricked her long ears in the same direction as River. Something was coming, something big.


Standing atop the hill, a large wolven man clad in black and bronze armour stood growling. A large cleaver hefted over his shoulder and a curved blade resting at his waist next to a twitching claw, he had heard the rumors of The Nameless reforming and reported it to his leader, unfortunately they had decided to saddle out for an assault on the recruitment and he had been picked to give the orders.

His one glowing white eye stared across the large field in between them and their quarry, energy crackling around the rim of his only means of vision, the other eye covered by a pitch-black patch of cloth that curved around behind his twitching white ears. His fur was mottled and patchy in places due to deep scarring, dirt, or dried blood he still hadn't gotten around to fully removing. A weak looking man rushed up beside him, half swallowed by his leather armour and fidgeting before the wolf gave the okay for him to speak.

"The recruits have already entered the maze sir, T-they have The Rabbit and Aizen but the rest of them are just children, maybe teenagers at most. They have a few minor players and guild members with Aizen but they're just as the rumors stated. Completely incapable of fighting us back....sir." The little man fumbled out,before receiving a nod and rushing off back to the safety of the rear guard. This was going to go easier then expected, the wolf too was new to the garden and so The Nameless were simply a group of people that he had been ordered to kill. Something he was going to carry out no matter what the cost.

Besides, even if he were merciful he doubted they could defeat the army he had at his back, whilst small in numbers and barely considered seasoned the warriors behind him were confident and loyal, not to mention they were made almost entirely of mindless black husks who he spared no sympathy for. They were simply shadows made to flesh, warriors birthed from stolen memories and given the tools of their trade, bar the leather clad messenger and a few select officers within the army, the loss of men was completely forgivable and boringly simple to rectify once he returned to his master.

The wolf yawned once and then snarled, raising his cleaver into the air before shoving it forward with a roar that echoed across the empty and silent wastes. Lines of the husks rushed past him, a black river of shadow that bent around him like a solid boulder lodged in the bed of the wastelandic sands below the mass, finally they finished rushing past and headed for the small crowd and rival guild. The sands felt like home, if not only to him, it was a pity he would have to stain them with similar blood with all one hundred of his black husks.

A shadow flitted next to him for a moment as a women dressed in flowing black cloth appeared by his side, shadows dancing in her palm and a large spider climbing around her person with a small swarm in tow of it, followed by a large lion man clad in armour not unfitting a paladin, a massive kite shield by his side, a large hammer held in his opposing hand. Slowly his own group of officers amassed; An elemental of flowing silver, A flower-like warrior with curving purple blades, Something akin to a diseased ridden humanoid rat and an otherwordly fully armoured man wielding no visible weapon. They were a strange and mismatched bunch who had been only days before pieced together from a similar summoning to that which The Black Rabbit had just taken the time to do at the base of what was once a mountain.

With a grunt, a nod and an insane giggle the small group walked at a brisk pace behind their army, allowing themselves time to judge what they'd be facing, if anything at all. In the background the thumping continued and eventually made itself known as a behemothic golem peaked over the hill they had previously stood upon, the golem had been just in case they required any kind of siege but it would more then likely join the battle at its own pace. Long after the wolf and his group would arrive at the scene to its own disappointing realization.




Rivers eyes widened and he gritted his teeth at the sudden appearance of the horde, a wolven man stood out to him and his sharp teeth bit through his bottom lip, blood dripping down his chin as he watched the plague of warriors,no,shadows, rush across the wastelands towards them and the group of young. Black Rabbit saw them just before he did and immediately pushed past the girl, Aizen suddenly behind her and gesturing to the crowd to take shelter in the booth, the various other guild members that had taken seats in their with him also amongst the crowd to help them in any way they could to be comfortable and more importantly safe inside the booth.

The Maze would suddenly begin to glow yellow, whaning and fading in and out of existence before shattering like illusionary glass, leaving the participants standing even more confused then they ever had been at the third sudden change they'd experienced in such a short amount of time, Rabbit wasted no time on politeness or frivolities and frantically brought the spear microphone to her lips and roared to the startled group as familiar golden portals opened up along a wide line behind the participants.

"All Participants, evacuate back to your worlds! The event has been called off, I repeat, evacuate to your own worlds! We are under attack and for your own safety you must return home!" The message was clear enough, but in case they had any white knights in the group she bit her lip and spoke into the microphone once more despite the obvious and blatant lie "We can handle everything here, step through the portals and leave this place!" she ordered before tearing the microphone from its place between the blades and running off to assist Aizen and the others in making sure those unable to fight were safe.

Before heading to stand at the base of the hill leading up to the mountain, her golden spear in one hand as she spread her legs and got into a fighting position. A yellow rune opening up below her and glowing brightly as Aizen and the various others joined her side, now they had the agonizing job of waiting for the husks to get close enough for an opportune charge.

River however wasn't going to let them do so alone, instead of retreating through the portals he rushed forward and stood by a woman garbed in a somewhat revealing red and gold cloth dress. She emenated a pinkish aura and gave him a serious nod and a nervous smile before bringing her arms in front of her in a cross to prepare her magic, eight pink arms flourishing behind her as she did so. River simply nodded in return and began his own preparations, his breathe coming out as frost and his shardic wings tearing through his back with a loud and painful rip that left him doubled over and groaning, however he had no time to rest and was helped up by a supporting hand from the woman beside him.

Once he stood upright he took the same position as the woman beside him,hoping it would help in some way as small crystals of ice began to prick through his skin and grow across his rapidly cooling body. His fiery red hair and eyes standing out from his now blueish skin, he grunted heavily and swept one hand out across the distant hill that sat around three quarters from where the hoard had begun, large pillars and sharp spines of Ice erupting and growing into a small forest-like crystalline wall between them and their foes.

The action earned him a grateful nod and even an encouraging thumbs up from a few of the guild members as he bent doubled over and huffing, others were too concentrated on preparation and gathering enough mana for the long-lasting fight they were assuredly heading into. However the wall would seem to become useful sooner rather then later at this rate.

The Plague had already reached the half-way point.


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She ended up ditching the rabbit to follow River once she realized he had left. Moving surprisingly fast for an apparent human, she managed to find River... but she also found herself in the same mess as River. In her rush she hadn't heard the announcement and simply assumed this was part of the trial.

Having no emotions had its benefits as she wasn't afraid of the massive amount of er...just what the hell ARE those things? That didn't matter, what did matter was coming out of this half-alive. She giggled at the self depreciating pun and drew her Roukanken.

All the lessons her Master taught her went through her head as she readied herself. She stopped her breathing completely and focused on nothing but her enemy. Her grey eyes narrowed. Her grip tightened.

The world around her seemed to just fade away as nothing was left but her and the hoard of shadows. And then, much to the surprise and horror of the others... She rushed forward the enemy, strange magic caused her sword to glow with a white aura. Not knowing nor caring what will happen to her, She continued her advance.

Just like the time in the forest, she heard her master's voice once more, "Just worry about doing what you yourself want to do."

She thought about what the hoard could do if they defeated her and the others. The chaos...the tragedy... She dismissed those thoughts. She would never let that happen. What she herself wanted to do was defend those who cannot do so themselves.

"As long as there are things I must protect behind me.... I will stand firm again, and hundreds of times more!"

She said this before drawing her Hakuroken. She came to a stop, halfway between the oncoming hoard and everybody else. She didn't care what happened to her. She would do everything in her power to stop them so that nobody else will have to suffer the way she did. Taking up the special stance taught to her by Master Youki, she was ready for her final lesson... Death.

"Master... please guide my blade"

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River looked around as others seemed to join the fray, a monkey woman even leaping onto his little forest and the young girl from earlier charging ahead and yelling something into the wind. He couldn't help but smile slightly, even as he staggered into an up right position and began to nearly trip over himself as he too shuffled into the fray, stopped by the calling of his name by a familiar demon he hadn't expected to see, his smile widened and he waved weakly
"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" He half-joked as he stumbled past them quickly "I have no money, so you're paying!" He called over his shoulder teasingly as he carried on ahead. He could support in the back with his ice but to do that he needed energy, and the only place he was getting that was from the front-lines within the hordes of husks, and whilst the idea was idiotic and foolish in his current state. For an Incubus that was the only real option available to him other then siphoning the life away from his allies, a somewhat redundant and even more foolish idea considering he was attempting to help them.

By the time he had staggered to the first spine of ice, a flit of black caught his eye, leaving him to squint for a moment unsure whether or not he'd been seeing things until the dash of shadow appeared again. A lone husk sprinting through the spines ahead of the others with barely any equipment, it seemed to be a scout designed to test their capabilities and how jumpy they were, a sacrificial lamb and by the other flits and glimpses of black he saw from within the forest he was sure they had sent quite a few for that sole purpose. 'The husks may be smarter then they appear' he mused, pressing his back against the spine before weakly flinging his arm out as the husk sprinted towards him, his hand wrapping around its skull whilst his leg muscles pushed against the earth and in turn propelled the being into the ground barely hard enough to stun it for a moment. However it was all the time he required for in a second the Incubus was atop the husk, raising a fist and smashing it into the monsters face, black inky bloody splattering his hand and clothing as he raised his arm again this time pressing the limb against the things face.

River smirked, feeling the traces of a tormented soul flow into him, his veins sticking out through his skin and pumping the monstrosity's life force into his body, The Incubus's arm convulsing and the veins dancing along with the rich taste of energy until he finally released the husk. He could at least use some basic abilities and move around now, the husk's weren't exactly the most bountiful source he could have found but they would do until he could get something bigger. The Incubus raised a strong leg and smashed it down on the shriveled husks face, caving in the beings skull and splattering the same inky blood up his jean leg and leaving traces of the same blood on his cheeks which he quickly wiped away.

If this was their strength then they might just have a chance, or so he thought until he felt the first of the miasma touch the far off tree, the ground trembling with the rapid thumping of dozens of pairs of feet. The flits of black had turned into an all consuming wave of darkness, the scouts having already passed for the main force to determine their strength, the real battle was about to start and he thought back to his friend Rains words on a drunken night.

'Fighting is glorious, but war is simply a game of survival' and for the first time in his life, as the army neared the small force he would fight beside, he knew exactly what he had been talking about. Survival was the best they needed to hope for.


The Horde had arrived at The Nameless' front door step and The Officers strolled leisurely behind, all but one had not reached the spines yet, the disgusting twitchy rat having jumped and sprinted around until Apex finally allowed the rodent to go up ahead, his bells jingling in tune with his glee as he followed the army of husks. The rest would lag behind for now, they preferred more impressive and perhaps even honourable prey and Pestel and the black soldiers would more then likely be enough in their minds.


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Aera was seemingly over her head. If it weren't for the fact her ghost half can make relatively weak copies of her, she'd be still alive yes, but in a worse position. Each copy had roughly the same strength as a husk, more or less anyway. Her arms tired, she was bleeding badly but she continued on, determined to at least lessen the number of husks and thus lessen the damage they caused.
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To the naked eye, it seemed as if it was only her, surrounded by husks. However, to those who can sense or see spirits... They would see that the girl wasn't alone. 6 ghostly copies of the girl fought beside her. 6 was all Aera could control as she needed the remainder of her strength to fight. Her, her other half, and the 6 copies cut-off the second half of the hoard of husks. This was to buy as much time as possible for the others below. She wanted to hold back some of the oposing forces to allow them to recuperate, for the real enemy drew near.

Thoughts of self doubt began to cloud her mind as she fought her losing battle. Thoughts of being incapable of accomplishing her goal. Thoughts of letting everybody down because she was too weak. Her cut was no longer clean, but jagged as she became distracted by fear and doubt.

"Why...Why am I fighting such a losing battle? I had the chance to flee but I didn't...I thought I could be of some use... But I have barely done anything useful. Their number hasn't decreased at all and there is still more of them. I'm a failure.... I have shamed you Master...for this is a battle which I cannot win..."

"Maybe, but don't you realize those are the only kind worth fighting for? However, you will only lose to your enemy if you first lose to yourself. Your determination, your will, and most importantly, those who you are fighting for. Those are what will allow you to prevail, losing battle or not. As long as you keep in mind who it is you are fighting to protect and why it is you are doing so for them, then nothing can stand in your way."

Those were the last words her Master ever spoke to her before his disappearance. That's it! That was the lesson he left her to learn! He never left because she wasn't good enough, he left because he had nothing more to teach her. His final lesson was to overcome the self-doubt within herself.

Aera smiled at the realization. She was no longer tired, no longer in pain, no longer in doubt. She gripped her swords tightly and fought with newly found determination. Her copies were destroyed but herself and other half continued to fight. Whereas before they had barely put a dent in the population of the husks, their number was now dwindling fast. (Her half anyway)

It felt as though her Master was there, by her side. She felt stronger and more confident. She ignored all pain and injury, there was still a knife in her lower left leg from a while ago but she remained oblivious to it. The only thing that mattered to her was defeating the current enemy.

Her energy was waning from sustaining large amounts of damage, losing plenty of blood and nearly exhausting her life force by summoning those copies. Some husks managed to get by her but those which did not were no more. After defeating as many husks as she could, she did not rest. Instead she prepared to fight the officers which were slowly making their way to her position. Knowing she would probably not make it out alive she went to go make the first strike but passed out from fatigue and blood loss. Her swords clattered to the ground and her blood stained the soil and mixed with the blood of the husks. Everything had just gone black. Panicking that its physical body had just collapsed and was no longer conscious, the ghostly half of Aera was desperately trying to put up a barrier to protect its body and itself but to no avail.

All hope had seemed lost as her body lay un-moving and face down in the dirt, at the mercy of whoever found her body.

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"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" River said after a meek wave. Kaula rushed over to his side. " I have no money, so you're paying." He said moving ahead. " You are still as impossible as ever, River, Must you jest." She said and soon, the undead creatures were upon them.

Kaula watched as they used abilities similar to hers. She smirked.

"Amateurs..." She sneered and disappeared in a plump of smoke. She then reappeared behind one of the creatures, sent a sharpened shadow tendrils through it's back and then in the same fluid motion, she sliced it's head clean off. She looked around for more to as she took a stance beside River. So far, he was the only person she knew and mildy trusted, maybe if she stuck close enough, he could lead her to the Nameless and subsequently Aizen.


(Sorry it's so short ._.)

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#, as written by Zalgo
Pravus stood firm as the forces engaged the Nameless's line. These shadow beings wear armor, carry shields. They care about whether they live or die, if only to kill more later or perhaps they may actually value their own lives I cannot tell. All that matters is that they do. Perhaps, just maybe, I can get the upper hand if not through strength then through superior technique and tactics. His mind raced, plotting his strategy for the eminent clash.

His attention was drawn by a particular swordswoman who rushed past the front line and stood against the masses of unnatural barbarians. Her bravery could not be faulted, even if it was ill advised. What drew his attention more than anything else however was her spirit. Her spirit lived separate from her body and yet both operated fine apart yet tethered somehow. Using her own energy she spawned six ghostly copies of herself, an interesting application of such strange spiritual magic. As she engaged her foes however his concern was ripped away by his attackers efforts.

He took a step back, just out of range of a wild thrust from one of these strange shadow warrior's longsword. Using his attackers wild rush against him he thrust the head of his shovel forth, piercing through it's throat all the way to it's spine. His foe could only stagger back and fall, gurgling black ichor from the wide slice taken out of it's neck. As the ones behind it were halted by the collapsing body of one of their friends he took that time to take out the enemies engaging the rag-tag crew of entities for which he was fighting for, specifically the one's directly next to him. Their armor is minimal. They wear leather to guard their torso's and helms to shield their skulls but their arms, their legs and their necks are wide open. I need not kill my enemies when it is faster to cripple them for others to finish off. He planned it all out. He swung his shovel in two exaggerated sweeping cuts in the form of an X, chopping directly through two legs leaving only one leg for each of the two shadows. They collapsed to the ground like trees felled by an axe, struggling to try and continue fighting from their prone positions only to be easily dispatched by his fellow Nameless.


Now his enemies were struggling to reach him over the bodies of their fallen comrades. The time it was taking them to try and pass without tripping or getting their feet caught on something was more than long enough for him to cut them down, adding another body to what was quickly becoming an effective barrier from the direction his foes were charging him from. As the chaos of the combat broiled on he noticed the significant effort of the blade wielding girl as she held off a large portion of the attacking force, diverting them from the main assault. As she fought on though the fatigue of combat was beginning to show quite clearly in her technique. Her cuts started to become sloppy, her stance wavering. Towards the later portion of her battle she made one last ditch effort, showing a modicum of skill return as she finally cut through the majority of her opposition. At long last however she ran ahead only to collapse. She and her spirit companion were left to the mercy of the battlefield.

He would not normally abandon a strong position to rescue a soldier who in their own right deserved to die for their foolishness but she was a unique case. In all his life there were very few people who could actually interact with spirits like he could and the people who could often used dubious magic to accomplish such feats. Whether or not she accomplished this bizarre symbiotic condition with her own spirit with spiritual magic was a question he would need to ask later. All he could do now was go and defend her incapacitated body for her spirit. It was not the wisest tactic in such harrowing times but he felt it would be tragic to let such a rare development simply die in the field of battle along with the rest of them.


Disengaging from the wall of oncoming shadows he sprinted around the line, coming to the swordwoman's aid with great haste. He arrived just in time as five shadow warrior's had strayed from the main body, a couple after him and the others out to finish off the girl. He noticed that one of his pursuers was somewhat faster than the other, a detail he could take advantage of. In a fluid sweeping motion Pravus swung his shovel in a full circle around him, taking the first warrior off guard as it is difficult to keep one's defense up at a full sprint. The shovel decapitated the first warrior without pause. He stepped back, watching to see what the other pursuing shadow would do. In a rather aerial display the second warrior used the body as a ramp, jumping off of it into the air in an attempt to come down Pravus blade first.

Flashy but ultimately doomed. Pravus stabbed his shovel upwards into the falling shadow, stabbing into it's guts. Before it's momentum was finished however he used the speed of the warrior's jump, pushing it's body along a set path using his shovel and guided it's trajectory directly into the group of three shadows just ahead of him. The body collapsed upon them just as they were about to drive their sword down into the swordswoman's body, knocking the three down and trapping them temporarily beneath their fallen brethren. After that all Pravus had left to do there was quickly walk about them, decapitating each one with a swift chop of his shovel.

With that business out of the way he approached the fallen body of the swordswoman and the spirit guarding her however it could. He couldn't help her right now while the battle was still in full motion, he would only get attacked as he tried to patch her wounds. The only thing he could do was to move her body out of the way before rejoining the ranks of Nameless once again. There was the matter of her spirit protector first. He would not wish to upset it by taking it's body away without it's consent. He was about to speak to it when he caught a glance of what this young swordswoman was trying for. While the rest of this armies leaders strode leisurely onto the battle field there was one that was joining into the back ranks of the shadow army, quickly trying to makes it's way forward.


This creature was a most repugnant beast indeed. It's state of appearance told well enough about it but he could see beyond the simple visage of a plagued rat. The black finger marks of disease coated it's body like war paint, similar to the touch of the evil spirits which ended his world. This being was something that in Pravus's eyes should not be. The fact that a living being would willingly spread plagues to others out of malice or worse, enjoyment, filled his heart with an anger he didn't even know he could possess. The fact this sick perversion of nature still drew breath infuriated him.

Despite the plague rat's presence he still had the body with the strange spirit to attend to. He was torn, divided between his desire to end the rat's life and bury it's lifeless corpse so that it may hurt no one anymore and his duty to attend to the needs of the spirits. He was caught, trapped between desire and responsibility. It was an agonizing choice as choosing either option would lead to a biting, unfulfilled anger. In the end, he could only choose one.

He chose his duty over his hatred. No matter how horrible a creature that rat may be it would not tempt him to forsake a spirit in need. He turned back to the fallen swordswoman's spirit, looking straight into it's eyes through the cold glass lenses in his mask. "Spirit, I ask you this. May I move this body of yours into safety?" His deep, stern voice echoed in his mask. Though muffled slightly by his long beaked mask the meaning of his words came through clearly.

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Ivan looked on as some of the other contestants rushed towards the army of shades, none really stood out. But two of the contestants caught his eye, one undead warrior armed with a shovel and a young female swordfighter. The undead man in his victorian style plague doctor suit stood out to him for quite obvious reasons, after those decades of hunting down the undead he could recognise them in the pitch black sewers of Thylysium, it wasn't realy an art merely as case of following ones nose and ones instincts when you have been around them for so long. The swordfighters courage and skill, not to mention her shadow images, are what made her catch Ivans eye. At least it meant there were more on the battlefield, enough to turn this uphill battle into their favor. He too now made his way forward towards the army of husks.

In the distance he saw the girl fall to the ground amidst the husks. "Foolishness and arrogance will take those who forget the existance of their limits." He thought, it was a thruth that was often mentioned in books and scrolls. It perhaps would have been no more than normal for her to die right there and then. But no, the undead he spotted earlier was making his way towards her, fending off the husks as they tried to go in for a killing blow. Now there was a chance to save her. Perhaps it was because in all those years he never really saved anyone, just putting down those who were beyond saving, or perhaps the oath, but he knew he had to help her and her undead saviour to get out of there safely.

As Ivan ran towards the two as fast as his legs could carry, he noticed the ratlike creature make it's way towards them too. The undead man seemed to have had some form of combat training, at least as far as he could tell from how he handled the husks, but both saving that girl and keeping that rat away would most likely be impossible alone. Hoping for the best he trew a large fireball at the husks beyond the undead, the girl and the rat. The fireball exploded upon impact with one of the husks faces, taking it, the surrounding husks and a small bit of the earth underneath the husk out with the blast. At the very least it would deter any other husks from getting close, he reasoned as he looked at the blast.

As he came close to the undead man and the girl he could take a better look at the rat. It's disease ridden body reminded him of the vile abominations often found in the sewers, only thing that really set them appart was the hairy body and perhaps the tail. He saw the undead man head for the girl trying to resque her after some hessitation on what to do. Perhaps it had been better for him if the undead man had taken up the fight to the rat. Unlike Ivan the undead man probably wasn't suseptable to dissease. He ran and took his position between the undead man and the rat, spraying flames in the general direction of the rat. With his one free hand he took his dyed ribbon and wrapped it around his mouth and nose. "Get her out of here, I'll cover your retreat!" Ivan yelled at the undead man, as he kept the stream of flames aimed at the rat. Fire and heat are perfect for dealing with dissease, it would also prevent the rat from closing in with that mace without burning alive.

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#, as written by Ankti
It was all too exciting. The flurry of battle and the dedication of the warriors. Tiotio’s plan to join the fight vanished from her mind as she was consumed with the scene before her. The ghost girl’s sword cut down more of the enemy than should be possible for such a small thing, and the beak mask made a mound of those he felled.

She had never seen fighting on this scale. She had fought, and killed, but almost always alone, always against handful of opponents. The organic flow of the battle hypnotized her into a meditative state. The battle was a living being, made up of individuals who could not see their part in the whole. The enemy leaders stood back, not fighting, but as much a part of the fight as any, ready to strike forward. Only the diseased rat joined his troops, disturbing his own men in his fervor to clash with the Nameless.

When the ghost girl fell Tiotio’s trance ended. That had been one of her presumptive allies. The girl had been fighting to protect Tiotio as much as anyone, and now she was fallen.

She leapt high in the air, off the ice spikes and down into the fray. The first soldier she landed on was too startled to put up a defence, and she thrust her bo down, driving him to the ground. She hopped off and brought the bo around, striking at the neck. She knew he was dead by the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. Her bo, now covered in a blackish-red pulp swung and struck as she leapt through the soldiers, dealing no more killing blows, but crippling legs and arms.

The blast of heat that shot out from one of the recruits singed her left arm, the arm that still bleed from the dwarf’s acid. The rat shrunk back from the fire, but it’s jaws were still split in a wide grin, drool and vile liquid dripping from lip and fange.

“Put the fire down!” She screamed, not bothering to see if the man responded as she leapt in the air.

She pulled a vial of the dwarf’s acid from her sack and landed on the rat’s shoulders, willing her feet to stay planted on such a grotesque form. She thrust the vial into one bulbous eye and slammed the bo down after it.

She used the force of her attack to propel herself away and land back on the ground.

A light, or a fire, maybe another magic door, shone so bright it distracted all, and heads turned to the forest of ice. It was a woman, and the enemy flocked to her, ignoring the battle. A scream rang out, not pain, or anger, so loud it made the cacophony of battle seem a quiet whisper.

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Pestel


Pestel had been happily spreading his plague, dancing about and chittering with glee at all the new things to corrupt. Until someone started trying to roast him alive, he was not happy with being rat stew and before he could swear profoundly at the attacker a Monkey Woman! landed on his shoulder and threw acid into his eye with a big stick, Pestel was anything but happy! Luckily for him he had tricks of his own and a gleeful grin returned to his disgusting features, his clothes had been charred and burnt but the fire had stopped and simply revealed his mottled and even more disturbing skin beneath the items of clothing.

He had received no damage from the acid, nor the bo, nor the flames. Most would assume that the great golem or the man in armour were the hardest to kill but they were always wrong, he thought of himself as Rumpelstiltskin, nobody could guess his name in a thousand years. Pestel was the king of resistance!, his body weathered and scarred and disease ridden to the point of making him immune to all but few attacks. The flames had diverted around him at the call of various gases to repel the magical burn, the acid simply dripped harmlessly through his fur and cleansed from his eye by the rub of a grotesque furry paw that left behind smudges of green and black sludge around the rims of his source of vision.

The Plague rat jumped excitedly from one foot to the other and stuck his tongue out from between what few gnawing and holed teeth remained in his maw. Bells jingled loudly to announce his excitement and no doubt the other officers were cringing and sighing as the announcement reached them, Pestel finally stopped jigging for a split moment and raised his large glowing mace up in front of him with a grin, a sudden flux of gases tearing off what remained of his clothing and leaving behind only the fur, his chest shown to be covered in parasites, fungi, and bugs of all kind.

"Ba-Boom!" He squealed with glee, The latter rushing forth in swarms of thousands at his beck and call creating a torrent of plague carrying minions that burst towards his enemy not in a dissimilar pattern to his opponents flaming attack, a smell akin to petroleum gas hung atop the insects combined with the scent of death wafting from their master and themselves. Those insects who could not fly into the torrential storm of pestilence swarmed the ground and trudged along in an organized way not unlike the perfect army. Soldiers sorted into ranks and divisions and placed into groups of twenty or so.

Meanwhile the Rat stood in the background and hopped around from foot to foot, dancing, twirling and waving his mace like a conductors tool to direct his attack with ruthless and yet insane efficiency. He hummed a tune to himself as he danced and twirled, flicking sludge and disease across the surrounding area while he enjoyed his little show.

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#, as written by Ritnio
"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them. Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle. Hm? HYAAA! A-A RAT!?"

The spirit by the name of Myon spoke in a kind manner and was pleased and relieved that somebody came to help her and Aera. She smiled and talked before seeing the rat and giving such a shrill scream that would put a Banshee's to shame. Myon, apparently, is quite different from her Mistress. She is deathly scared of rats, is very girly, and above all, she is kind and never lies.

On the other hand, she is very weak in comparison but she is the magic half of the pair so it only makes sense. If the physical body (Aera) loses consciousness then Myon can still be active. However, if Myon passes out... so does Aera.

Going back to the rat... Myon began hiding behind the shovel-wielding warrior in fear of the rat. Unlike the copies she can create, Myon can touch other solid matter with the exception of her Mistress. Her Mistress can touch her though. Myon clung to the shoulders of the warrior practically begging him to hurry along.

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Seriene cursed to herself as she saw the plague riddled creatures rise up at the beck of the diseased rodent. She looked about herself, trying to figure out where she could get a better line of sight to start casting to keep this small, seemingly ragtag army on their feet and fighting for as long as she can.
She dashed about the crowd as quickly as she could, failing to actually find a particularly elevated patch of ground close enough to the field of battle to be able to cast anything.
The priest looked about before finding a rather broad shouldered tall individual, resembling a... Well an ogre, much to her despair. She swallowed her nerves and marched up to the bulky creature, patting it on the side and causing it to look down at her.
After much wild gesturing and confused yelling at each other in different languages she found herself standing on the ogre beast's shoulders, wobbling slightly but having an excellent field of view.

Seeing the swarm of filth charging down on the front line she steeled herself and charged a spell, shouting a word "Fortuitous!" across the field of battle, a halo of silvery light surrounding the army for a moment before vanishing, her unlikely allies being filled with increased fortitude, their skin and flesh hardening for battle.
Muttering a long drawn out prayer she began to spam shields along the front line, bubbles of holy light engulfing them as well as a halo of brilliant light, giving them the speed and defense to hold the first onslaught at least.

A bead of sweat rolled down Seriene's brow as she poured her energies into the prayers and spells, her breath still steady but the strain starting to spark in her mind, her body already mostly exhausted from the battle she'd already been in, she didn't know how long she would last but she would do what she could, as long as she could.

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"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them."

Pravus's shadow cast over them, he listened to Myon's words with great focus. He managed to shut out a strange shrill scream which had echoed out from behind him. He was mildly impressed that she could tell his similarity to the shadow warriors currently doing battle a short ways off from them, just far enough that they were somewhat out of the general melee. Even still, none of this was far off from the general far he has had when dealing with spirits.

"Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle."

He had no intention of letting the spirit's mortal half die out of self preservation. He would perform his duty until his death. Torch Bringer only knows he's been due for one for a long time now. He was however even more curious about her and her mortal self after the mention of their past deaths. The plot thickens. He made note of that detail, planning on asking a few questions as to this strange situation this one swordswoman has been placed in.

The spirit proceeded to scream, exclaiming at the rat he made note of earlier. Before he could yet act he was joined at this side of the field of war by a strange ape person and a magus of some unknown variety. The ape attempted to use some sort of alchemical weapon on the corrupt rat before leaping to safety and the magus spread a wave of flames at it. The chemicals simply washed away off the unnatural plague rat's face and the flames were buffeted back by a sickly gas conjured by the rodent.

"Get her out of here, I'll cover your retreat!" The magus yelled back to them. Though the rat monstrosity had shown no interest in him nor the spirit's fallen body it was still a welcome gesture if it meant an early grave for the putrid wretch that the rodent was. It seemed that their attacks were being rebuffed however, a concerning detail he would need to attend to when Myon's situation was no longer a pressing matter. The rat had discarded it's clothes, revealing it to be some sort of feeding ground for parasites and insects of numerous variety. It started to direct this swarm attached to it using the mace as a form of scepter of command, the insects responding to it like an orchestra responds to the maestro.

Pravus nodded to the magus in response. "If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water.
If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He suggested to the magus. He was already plotting the rat's demise,
numerous ideas coming to mind on how to put a stop to this living pestilence.
Most of these ideas involved a key element: Mud. Luckily the ground was still moist from the magus's earlier rainstorm.
With additional water the ground would be wet enough to be ideal.

He could feel Myon physically gripping him, urging him to move away from the plagued creature before them. This spirit didn't need to have the capability to interact with solid matter in order to touch him and vice versa. His natural gift from birth allowed him to both perceive, speak to and even physically touch spirits. If needed, he could combat a ghost if he was forced to. There was occasions when the restless spirits of the dead influenced by the natural necromantic aura of Sed would attack him in their confusion and despair. He defended himself each time, making sure to try and drive off the ghost rather than simply beat it down. To be a Grave Tender was to show mercy to the dead no matter how angry the spirit was. His role was to pacify them, to show them the respect they need.

Stepping over to Mion's fallen physical portion he knelt down onto one knee. He set his arms underneath the girls muddied body, lifting her from the ground and gently carrying her in a bridal carry. Carrying her body required care as she was gravely wounded and carrying her as he did the dead body before him would cause blood to flow improperly. This way was the safest way to transport the body even though it occupied both his hand's doing so. With the body of the swordswoman in his arms he strode back to the Nameless's lines with heavy gravitas.

As he walked along the field of battle, his attention primarily to the health of the girl he held, a couple shadow's had strayed from their mass to pick on easy prey. It was undeniable that they were both quite vulnerable at this very moment. Before they could reach them both however a divine barrier sprung forth to guard their return. The long swords of the few shadows hammered against the sphere in their attempt to get to them through this new protection. Pravus was moving as fast as he could safely move with the wounded swordswoman in his grasp and it was still barely faster than these shadow's jogging pace. It seemed as though the weapons were about to penetrate the shielding when he came up to the source of their protection: a strange looking priestess sitting atop an ogre casting healing into the ranks of the nameless.

He figured that this strange woman could heal the swordswoman, solving the problem at hand for him. As the clanging of long swords rang out around him he slowly set the body back down onto the ground, taking what seemed like forever as the divine protection surrounding them gave out before these shadow's onslaught. With a calculated calm as soon as his arms were free of the girl he spun around to face the two assailants. Using the speed and momentum of his turn he swung his shovel downwards from an overhead swing, causing the warrior to bring it's shield up, guarding it's face from the attack. By bringing it's shield in front of it's face it was now blind to his true intent as his arc dipped sharply downwards, slicing straight through the shadows thigh. The arterial spray from the wound painted the already blood coated shovel with a fresh layer to drip along the edges.

It's comrade swung wildly at him with a downward cut towards his head. He responded to this uncontrolled maneuver by stepping out of the swords range, his shovel in position in case he misjudged the swords distance. He wasn't wrong as the blade missed him, giving Pravus ample time to retaliate. He feigned a shot towards it's leg, causing the shadow to drop it's shield so that it wouldn't suffer the same fate as the other one. With an opening created he thrust the shovel's head clean through it's neck, sending the pitch black head rolling off. With an off hand strike he finished off the first shadow whom was trying to surprise him from the ground with a shovel to the helmet's face opening.

With their recent foes dispatched he turned his attention back to the unusual looking priestess. Dropping to his knees he reached down and lifted the body of the girl once again. This time however he held her wounded self up to the priestess in order to show her what he wants her to heal. "Priestess! Please heal this woman for she is wounded." He called out to the priestess atop her mighty ogre. Hopefully his words got across to her but even if she didn't speak his language the fact he was yelling to her would draw her attention. After that, this wayward warrior's health would lie upon the whims of the healer. Pravus simply remained, a pedestal to support the body while the priestess performed her divine magic's upon her.

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Myon was slightly tired from carrying her Mistress's heavy swords while following her savior. After placing them next to her body, she drew her own ghostly versions of the swords.

"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

With that being said Myon immediately got in the way between Pravus and the husk. Crossing her swords so that the blade of the husk lands between it. Normally she would have fallen when the impact struck but she'd rather die than let somebody die for her, as would her Mistress.

Quickly thinking and acting, she had her arms pass through each other whitch caused the blades to make the same movement. In turn, this shattered the husk's weapon rendering it useless. Using the one thing she was good at, she fired a blast of spiritual energy directly into the husks face.

The miraculous thing was, the husk didn't fall to the ground dead but instead became engulfed in light and simply faded away. It looked almost happy as it did so. Myon knew why, and she suspected the warrior did as well. Myon had freed this husk in particular from the darkness within it by use of overwhelming light. Without darkness to sustain it's body the husk became light and faded away as it's existence became null in history itself.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"