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Elyzabeth Lashrael

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a character in “The Tower”, originally authored by MayContainPlagiarism, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Elyzabeth, like most elves, is young, attractive, and dangerous.
She hales from a distant, war-torn land ravaged by a civil war resulting from a failed coup she was partly responsible for. She's sullen, pessimistic, caustic, rude, indignant, and her death wish has brought her to the Tower for penance.

Elyzabeth owns, and is rarely seen outside of, a suit of white, interlocked scales laid over leather. Supposedly fashioned from the remnants of a terrible and powerful dragon-wizard, it is protective and its value and craftsmanship are readily apparent.
She fights, quite proficiently, in a style popular in her homeland: Swords ibidem. So the story goes, the gnashing teeth of Lorris the Terrible (the dracolych whose scales were used in her armor) were coated in the steel-hard amber elves had found growing from trees in place of sap near the crash sites of fallen stars, and used to build grand cities before the dragon ate them. After his defeat, it was (with great difficulty) scraped from his mouth, melted, and reforged into a number of weapons that found themselves in the hands of great heroes. Frankly, that's a load of shit; Elyzabeth doesn't know why her swords are the gold colors they are, only that despite their considerable age, they haven't chipped and blunted the way any regular weapon would. She isn't entirely convinced the scales of her armor came from a dragon, either, with the well-earned elvish stereotype for over embellishing stories. More likely, both pieces of equipment were just made from very pure veins of metals mined by dwarved and traded for at a high price, but some merchant having a hard time selling either made up grandiose stories to move merchandise.
Whether the stories are true or not, both have served Elyzabeth very well for many, many years.

Elyzabeth is, loosely, a Paladin of Elsir. The elvish pantheon is broad, with gods and goddesses to worship and thank for everything from stubbing toes to clean laundry. Those who recognize Elisr foremost are often very fond of families and good health, as well as healing and protection, but Elsir is a goddess of dualism; in one hand, in times of peace, She is recognized for that portfolio, but in times of war Elsir is a goddess of vengeance.
Elyzabeth was named after Elyz, the All-Mother of the Elves. She was raised to worship her, thank her, and recognize her as delivering her people to enlightenment. But after the coup, and the bloodshed and destruction and evil Elyzabeth saw, she denounced her and found solace in the righteous teachings of Elsir. What she had once considered extreme, if not outright ridiculous, she prays (albeit sarcastically) every day. Fortunately, Elsir either has a good sense of humor, or the good sense to ignore her.
Either way, her belief in Elsir has made her the paragon of elvish traditionalism. It is why she fights with two swords when a shield would better suit her; uses a bow when she detests ranged combats; and is nice to animals, no matter how much she absolutely hates them. In exchange, Elyzabeth enjoys a modest level of divine grace. Offsetting Elvish susceptibility to disease and frailty to combat, Elsir provides her the ability to heal, though the gift is infrequent, and only expected to be spent on herself in the direst of circumstances. Elyzabeth considers it more of a curse than a gift, but it seems the elvish longevity has also been extended.

Equipment:
  • Suit of armor (scales/leather over chest, leather pants and gloves) +2 defense, +1 resilience
  • Two swords (sharp) +2 attack, +1 faith
  • Food

Skills(?):
  • Healing (self, other; at Elsir's discretion)
  • Competent combatant

Attack: 12 + 2 = 14
Defense: 11 + 2 = 13
Speed: 13
Intellect: 8
Faith: 13 + 1 = 14
Stealth: 1
Resilience: 1 + 1 = 2

So begins...

Elyzabeth Lashrael's Story

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Elyzabeth stood with fists around the pommels of her swords, regarding the tower with annoyance. "Of all the fucking..." she grumbled, cursing Elsir and fate and the damn rain and the stupid tower and Simon and anyone else she could think of. "All day I praise and suppliate and worship and sacrifice, and my reward is this giant, ugly, stupid rock tower full of... murderpiles and death. You're a right selfish bitch, Elsir." Thunder cracked. Elyzabeth smiled. "And over-sensitive."
It wasn't good practice to question gods. Elyzabeth tempted fate often enough; she decided it would be better not to anger her patron further before entering what she expected (and perhaps even hoped) to be her death. It was huge, expansive, impossibly tall and full of impossible things. She was going to kill a lot of those things.

Elyzabeth entered without any additional fanfare. Her face returned to its usual grimace of disapproval. Someone had been kind of enough to provide lit torches. "So what's going to try to kill me, first?" She hesitantly removed a lantern from her belt. It creaked and clanged against her armor while she tried to maneuver it close enough to a torch without touching one. It was a great cast-iron bullseye lantern, with a shutter to narrow the beam and a long enough wick to last her at least a few hours. Hopefully, someone was nice enough to provide more torches later. She set off, lantern in front of her, one hand around the handle of a sword. She had no patience for pretending her presence was unknown to the inhabitants of the labyrinthine structure. "If you want to fight, let's do it now," she called into the darkness, marching right in without any fear. She didn't know if there were other challengers; anyone with a weapon approaching her without identification would be attacked before questioned.

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The Paladin wondered the halls and quickly found a random chest. He was cautious of the thing regarding it for traps and found none. The loot he stored quickly, not really caring about it at the moment. His day got more exciting when he found the Corrupt Guard. This foul creature was now just waiting for someone to put it out of it's misery. With a powerful focus on his sword Satogi enhanced the Bright Flash on his Starlight Sword to extremely bright status and would do extra damage but made him less stealthy. With a mighty cry of war, Satogi struck at the Corrupt Guard a blow aimed to slash from one shoulder to the opposite hip.

As the holy blade met the dark creature their energies clashed which caused the light of the sword to burst out and reflect through most of the hallways around Satogi, giving away his position to anything in the immediate area. He wouldn't want it any other way, as he was more than ready to destroy any evil that crossed his path.

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Satori's strike filled the floor with light for a brief instant, alerting all presences on the floor.

With his one strike, he nearly cuts straight through the Guard, shattering his shoulder and leaving the blade stuck halfway into the entity's torso. He deftly pulls his weapon out, and lets his opponent collapse to the floor. Upon inspection, Satori found nothing of use on the body.

Satori continues searching the halls, and quickly finds himself faced with a Kobold, armed with nothing much more than a spear made of stone. The Kobold makes a move before he can, and lunges at him violently; thankfully, Satori is heavily armored, and the spear makes no harm to his body.

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Sanul was walking amongst the halls when he was suddenly blinded momentarily by an immense flash.

"What the-" he yelled out suddenly, the bright light stinging not just his eyes, but his whole body. The flash quickly dissipated however, and he regained his composure rapidly. Dusting off his robes as if they were dirtied by the light, he picked up the pace; going towards the origin of the flash.

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Elyzabeth began her journey into the darkness of the spire.

A few minutes after she starts looking around, she is met with... a pack of wolves. All but one of the wolves in the pack were asleep; the black dog keeping watch clearly the alpha. Within the center of the sleeping herd lied a chest, made from stainless steel; still stainless, however long it has been there.

Elyzabeth is not immediately noticed by the alpha, giving her time to react and decide what to do.

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Elyzabeth didn't like animals. But Elsir did. No matter how much she disagreed, they deserved some level of reverence.
Somehow, the wolves hadn't seen, heard, or smelled her. Maybe they had, and just wanted to be left alone. Regardless of their desires, they were in her way.
"Go away." Elyzabeth set her lamp on the ground. As expected, the sentry wolf stood, growled, and alerted his pack to her presence. "I said go away." Its hair stood up and it lowered its head, bearing its teeth. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and freed both of her swords. "I don't want to tell you again."
Not that she expected any different, the animals refused to back down. They were all awake, and ready to attack. She sighed, stepped in front of her lamp, and waited for the awful to charge her. The corridor was narrow enough they couldn't flank her. Wolves, adapted to win through superior numbers, weren't prepared to fight as individuals, and knocked each other over trying to edge around and bite. It was almost sad, leaning forward and swiping occasionally, one of her swords digging through the fur and flesh of backs, heads, or legs. Blood sprayed over the walls or floors which each swipe, followed by yelps of pain. She worked quickly and impassionately, crushing bones underfoot. Only her head and neck were exposed, and at risk of injury; she was careful to prevent any of the animals from trying to knock her down.
When they were all dead (Elyzabeth did not believe in surrender, and refused to let any slink away) she wiped her swords clean in the alpha's fur. She regarded the steel chest with the same indifference she had the animals. Rather than risk an arm, she kicked its lock and forced the top open by foot.

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Elyzabeth skillfully took care of the pack with little effort. Once done, she kicked the chest and opened it with her foot, hoping for the worst. Inside she finds... a small, green pouch, full of chemicals and salts that stung her nose and eyes. Inside was a tiny gunpowder charge; if this were to be thrown, it should blind an opponent on the spot, causing them to flail and panic. Beside the pouch was also a black rune; not knowing what it did, she shrugged and pocketed it anyways.

Once she was done with the wolf pack, she resumed her search of the Tower. At the end of the next hallway she'd walk by, was a flight of stairs. Great; she found the way up. She could go up... or stay around here a bit and see what she could find.

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Satogi moved on to find more enemies and quickly came into contact with the Kobold. He was surprised by the little thing's speed but it's inefficient weapon only dinged off of his armor. He almost felt pity for the creature if it was not in the tower. As such, he took up his blade and made to run the Kobold through. He unleashed his Bright Flash and again illuminated a large portion of the First Floor but the Kobold was not evil enough to make these flashes anywhere as bright as the first. If the first strike wasn't enough for the little creature he would continue on his attack with ferocious abandon until it was in at least two pieces.

Recovering his breath from the last fight, Satogi kept on his search for loot and evil to slaughter. The more dark the creature, the more inclined Satogi was to kill it and the brighter his sword's light shined through the halls. He kept searching the halls and rooms he came across, cautious of traps but never fearful of what lies in the darkness. He had heard tales of adventurers finding their lost comrades weeks if not months later, insane and mad from their trials. He hoped he would not meet the same fate as he fought for his right to reach the top floors.


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Satori slays the Kobold, and gains from it a set of Chainmail Gloves (+1 Attack, +1 Faith).

Once he finishes looting the Kobold, he continues looking about the Tower. Soon enough, he finds a chest formed from obsidian, lined in golden clasps and shimmering jewels. It radiated with a strong aura; an artifact of great power lies inside. However, it is currently locked shut, protected by a very potent magical seal. It requires a Black Rune, an Attack stat of 25, or an Intellect stat of 20 to force open.

Since Satori filled none of the requirements, he took a mental note of where the chest lay and continued.

After looking hard enough, he found the stairs to the next floor, and was met by Elyzabeth. Sanul also came behind him at a distance, looking to avoid detection. "2 of them, eh?" he muttered to himself. Paladins; the bane of his kind and his practices. He remembered it like it was yesterday; about a month ago, a group of them had raided the Mage Academy where he lived. No one was killed, but they destroyed a few statues and stole a few relics anyways.

With a strong hatred to all Believers, he decided to give them both a surprise. He drew a Summoning Scroll from his backpack, and read at the top of his lungs "Come forth, titan of the Creator! Lay waste to those before me!"

Immediately, a Chaos Elemental formed from thin air in front of him. With a terrifying roar, the magic mercenary ran to them, his massive girth removing any chance to go around him in the corridor the two paladins stood in.

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Elyzabeth, naturally, pocketed (well, pouched) everything she could, including the rune-covered obsidian. She didn't know what it did (if anything), but its assumed value and lack of exploding (or worse) on contact justified taking it. Otherwise she was disinterested in the rest of the chest's contents, though not too proud not take the blasting powder. The odorous green pouch could stay.

Satogi did not enter the corridor unheard. Even had she not been an elf, the echo was enough for his steps and mumbling to take her attention. She turned, fists around sword hilts, and regarded him. The lack of monstrous abnormalities, threats, or posed weapons were of some comfort. "Are you the bastard lightin' the whole damnable buildin' with'er light'n?!" She demanded to know, referring to the repeated and obnoxious flashes of his sword. It was likely she'd receive an answer, though, when another stranger angled himself behind Satogi too far away to make out distinct details. She would have called out to the second stranger, likely with more insults and abruptness, but very suddenly a very large thing, much larger than wolves, was charging down the hall. "What in the Hells..." Fortunately Satogi was between her and it, and she assumed any two denizens of the tower fighting wasn't worth intervening yet. Of course she didn't know that Satogi wasn't just another creepy crawly, and wouldn't help until she did. Instead, she slowly (and then quickly) backpedaled.

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Satogi approached the corridor cautiously as he spotted the she-elf up ahead. He sheathed his sword as he had no quarrel with this fellow adventurer. When she asked about his light he was surprised that it could have traveled so far down the tunnels. Still, he felt rather proud about it too and drew his blade calmly to show her the glow of his sword as he explained. "Holy Light is one of the few weapons that can destroy dark magic." As he stated this he felt some dark magic nearby, and from the way the elf was backpedaling he guessed it was right behind him.

Charging his sword to a bright light-bearing sword of dawn he turned with his thrust and sent a blade of light straight down the hallway, more than likely skewering whatever was coming at him and illuminating the entire hall with blinding light. When it hits the wall at the end it explodes with great yet silent force. Satogi himself is leaning on his blade, panting from the high amount of energy that attack took from him. As he caught his breath he stood back up and looked back at the she-elf. "That is the power of Light under faith." He puts on his widest boyish smile and leans his sword on his shoulder as if congratulation himself on a job well done.

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Satogi's Light Blade struck the elemental with great effect, but it barely injured the apparition; it did, however stop him in its tracks, keeping him from charging Satogi.

The Chaos Elemental bellowed again, his deafening roar rattling the very bones within Satogi (-3 Attack for his next attack.) With little effort, he cast a blast of fiery ice in the paladin's direction, covering the hallway in frosted flames; and coating his target in icicles (-7 Speed, Minor DOT).

With his first target neutralized for now, he turned to Elyzabeth, refusing to let her escape. With a rough grunt, the Elemental teleported in her direction, placing itself in her path. With her escape blocked, he then casted a Mirror Image; a temporary double to surround her.

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Elyzabeth didn't really expect to be able to escape unmolested, but it would have been nice. She drew both her swords with disappointment, and turned to face the monster that decided to block her escape. There was a second behind her, which she decided to ignore; she did not know it was an illusion but she did know it wasn't blocking the staircase, and therefor did not concern her. "Stand aside," she ordered. That never worked. She always tried, but offering quarter never, ever worked. Not even smart enemies liked to surrender. Her lantern was still at her feet, so she could clearly see what blocked the hallway. It was going to take creative footwork to fight around all the dead wolves, though. She didn't care about killing whatever it was; she would have gladly slipped around it and left, if she could do so without losing her lantern.

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Satogi was bound to the floor by the ice that encased his legs, the burning cold making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Luckily enough for him the dark creature was more preoccupied with the elf now after it left him. Satogi grit his teeth and charged his blade again, stabbing at the ice to break it away and partially melt it with the light of his blade. It would take him too long to break free to help the elf but he could help her in a different way. Casting a bright sigil into his palm he marked the elf's back with it, and an invigorating sensation would spread from the marking. (Added Effect: Life-Link 50%)

Satogi turned back to freeing himself and kept hacking at the ice to save his now numb legs. One of the strikes of his sword sends another flash of light out into the hallways and he spots the original caster of the dark monster, but he could not tell if his remaining stamina would allow him to reach that far a distance with his attacks. He made no stop in his efforts to break the ice, finally cracking the frost and prying his leg out of it's prison. The second leg would take even more time, and by the end of it he felt drained of strength and needed to rest. Hopefully the fight between the elf and her adversary would be finished by this time, and so Satogi leaned against the wall with his legs and arms barely able to hold his weight off the ground.

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Sanul snickered at the results of his actions, now approaching the tired paladin that held himself against the wall. Adjusting his grip on his scepter as he approached Satogi, he stood in front of him, a few feet out of the Believer's range. "Perfect," he muttered to himself.

Waving his scepter around in a subtle pattern, he spoke to his adversary in a soothing, womanly voice, "Oh, you poor thing. You seem a bit out of it, no?" Sanul's eyes began glowing a hot pink, as he used his influence to attempt to take over Satogi. "Let me help you up," Sanul continued, bolstering his enemy with a few sparks of his mana essence (Debuffs Removed). With a slightly sensual gesture, he then waved his specter around a bit more, as he saw Satogi's eyes become a glowing pink as well (Weakly Charmed).

"Perfect; he was tough to crack, but he's too feeble-minded to resist my mind games." Sanul gestured towards the elf Elyzabeth, and said "Get her." Quickly afterwards, Sanul ran up the stairs to the 2nd floor, hoping his little helper would stall long enough so they'd lose track of him.

Satogi, now under the temporary control of Sanul, joins the Elementals in the fight against the elf. Any amount of injury would snap him back into self-control.

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Satogi felt something in his head as a figure approached, it felt wild and dark in his mind but a voice calmed him down and brought his exhaustion to a halt. He stood up straight and slowly tried to make out who was in front of him. "What?" He felt groggy and light headed but the voice made no danger apparent to him. The elf on the other hand suddenly seemed like a valid danger, and he was ordered to attack. In the back of his mind he fought the urge to lash out, he couldn't attack a stranger. Then again, he was warned about the false gods of other races and to be wary around them.

Lifting his sword shakily in the elf's direction he saw that he had no choice, he had to take her out now while she was distracted. Lunging at the elf with his blade, he was still rather sluggish but with each attack he made he got faster and faster. His eye's flashed pink as he made a battle-cry to fuel his attack with rage, cleaving the air where the elf would with a bright arc of pink light. This would normally confuse the paladin but right now all his attention was on the elf.

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Elyzabeth fought the way she always did: Disinterested, annoyed, and impatient. It felt like she was swiping through air, but the chaos elemental's reactions to each cleave told her she was definitely doing some kind of damage, and the fact that its duplicate hadn't touched her convinced her it wasn't a threat. That's why, when footsteps approached, and a blade came, that she was caught so off-guard. Fortunately, she had been turning, so the stab came sidelong and cut into the back of her thigh without going through the leg. She turned further, weight uncomfortably shifted to one foot, swiping one blade wide to knock Satogi's aside while bringing her gauntleted fist around to catch his jaw or temple. "What the fuck?!" It wasn't the most eloquent inquiry but it about summarized her opinion of the situation. Her fighting style was rough, quick, an dirty; she took advantage of the narrow hallway by mixing in as many fists, elbows, and knees as she did stabs, rhythmically shifting her attention between Sanul's thrall and the paladin.

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Satogi barely hit the elf with his first strike, but she got him over with her inhuman speed. He was just able to dodge her fist and jumped backwards before his face was caved in by her knuckles They sparred for several minutes, his sword and hers flashing with every connection. His armor stopped most of her strikes against him and would probably hurt her hand later when the adrenaline slowed down. He was about to start using his stamina again when she got in a good kick in between his armor's plating on his side and knocked the wind out of him. He snapped out of his daze when he was struck, and her next attack knocked him to his knees in front of her.

He didn't remember why they were fighting anymore, but he couldn't let her best him so easily. Seeing the construct about to attack Satogi narrowed his eyes at it and raised his blade once more. Lunging around the elf he charged his blade with light that burst into white flames, his war cry as he cut across it louder than the voice in his mind telling him he had used too much energy. When he hit the ground after his lunge he crumbled into a pile on the floor, his nose bleeding and his face against the floor. He lay still, passed out after using so much stamina. If the elf were to investigate him he would be found snoring from exhaustion.

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Satogi's strike, however rendering him unconscious, did put an end to the Chaos Elemental; with a final screech, the beast fell over, and with a soft poofing sound, disintegrated into nothingness.

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Elyzabeth turned with Satogi's lunge, expecting it to be targeted at her chest or stomach. She tried to bring one of her blades through his neck, but the swipe went over his head because he suddenly keeled over.
"What in the hells...?" She pointed one sword tip at his back, the other at the chaos elemental until it had entirely dissipated. "I didn't know it was possible to be this annoyed." She snaked the tip of her sword between Satogi's body and the strings of his coin purse, severing it and whatever else looked like it may hold valuables. She kicked them experimentally away, then slowly approached them, like they might turn into snakes or Satogi would recover from his exhaustion very suddenly. "If you attack me again, I will kill you," she warned what she didn't expect to be able to hear her anyway before pocketing her ill-gotten gains. She returned her swords to their scabbards and took a moment to catch her breath. Her left hand did throb, just below and behind the knuckle of her middle finger. She was content to leave Satogi at that, hiding her stolen valuables until she finally reached the staircase.
"And what the gods-be-damned nonsense is this?"

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Elyzabeth pressed her left foot against the barrier experimentally. Nothing leaped out at her. "...huh." She backed away from it, and looked back down the hall at Satogi's unconscious body. She thought about trying to throw him through it. "Too heavy," she muttered to herself. She took another step back, then rummaged through her pouches until she found the runed obsidian she had found in the chest. She hucked it; the barrier shattered like glass where it was struck, with the little stone flying up onto the next floor, before it reformed behind it. "Elsir, what nonsense is this?" She crossed her arms and considered charging it, but she didn't know what would happen if it reformed before she passed all the way past the threshold. "I'll make the human do it," she decided. If he proved helpful, she'd consider returning his stolen possessions (still hidden by the latches on her belt). She turned away and carefully approached the fallen paladin. "Hey! Wake up!" She shoved him dispassionately with her heel, carefully training the point of one of her swords at his head in case he decided to attack again. "Get off your ass." She was content to wait; no way in all the hells was she going to take any risks with magic.

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The paladin awoke on his back, unsure of what had transpired since his attack on the elemental. He was sore in almost every limb and part of his body, and his armor wasn't making him any more comfortable. The only thing he could see was light reflecting off of some metal on the ceiling that looked strangely like swords, but he couldn't focus his eyes enough to see anything else. He groaned and tried to roll onto his side to get up slowly, but he was cold and stiff. So he had to charge his armor to a subtle glow that helped warm him slightly and show more of the corridor. It was then he realized that the elf was still there and that the swords were actually much closer than he first perceived. He sighed and decided to stay on the ground for the time being.

[color=gold]"What do you want, she-elf? I am sure you have already taken everything you want from me if that is your intent." He suddenly widened his eyes and checked his belt for his sword, only to find it missing. Yes, she must have taken his father's sword along with the chainmail gloves and everything else he had. In short she could easily leave him for dead unable to fight his way out of the tower, and no food since she must have taken it herself. Sighing in defeat he laid there as he had nothing else he could do, she had taken everything from him including his dream of defeating the Tower.

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Sanul's magic barrier slowly drained itself of energy, until it disappeared without a trace, allowing Satogi and Elyzabeth to carry on.

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Elyzabeth hadn't taken Satogi's sword, and had no idea what his gloves did for him. Maybe it was the concussion, or the shock of being bested by such a spriggy race. Either way, his hands definitely were covered in metal, and his father's sword was certainly in its sheathe. Only his small valuables had been pilfered, and for good reason. "Get up," she ordered, ignoring his accusation. "Now." She pointed at the stairs. "Go."
Of course, they'd find that there no longer was a barrier, but Elyzabeth saw no point in taking risks. "Walk." She pointed at the thresh hold, not bothering to let Satogi know what hidden danger might exist. "Or I throw your dead body through it."

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With little else he could do but die or follow orders, Satogi sighs and stands on his feet after a little trouble. He didn't really see a way out of the situation so he might as well do as he was told. At least it would have gotten to the second floor but it was a small achievement. What the elf was asking of him wasn't the problem, it was the fact that he had already been beaten without having made past that point. He had wanted to defeat the tower in one go without having to submit to anyone, but it seemed that dream was gone. Moving up the stairs he slips up the stairs to the second floor, unsure what the future had for him.





Koko Magenta



The front doors to the Tower slowly opened as a young blonde boy peeked his way into the building. He was almost paranoid as he walked slowly into the area. He drew a quick symbol in the air with his finger, a line of blue light following the pattern and becoming a sigil which floated in front of him and started shining enough light for the boy to see. He hated the dark and was deathly frightened of it. The young mage looked to be about 14 years old and was dressed in a Bretanian mage uniform, his blonde hair and blue eyes showing the status of his family tree as one of high standing. Though he seemed to be out of place as he explored the first floor of the Tower, trying to avoid detection and get to the staircase as soon as possible.