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Kalortah spoke honeyed words and, it seemed, they fell on largely deaf ears.

Xander challenged Kalortah to come down and speak, face to face. Oram, too, was quite determined that they would not be turning their back on Kal. But Bao decided that the only thing to do was to have him arrested - not to travel with him. And so, as he said that and the Glass Temple instructed the Elements to fly down, they did. Zoro suggested the same and picked up Mildred's small body.

For Kalortah, a few things happened simultaneously. His attention was pulled, suddenly and sharply, to the Glass Temple where he saw through the eyes of his familiar.
"Do not worry, my faithful servant.
Delroth's voice was whispered into his ear. No one else heard it.
"I have you.
Oram's diri communicated that the Owl in the Glass Temple had just exploded in feathers. As she did, as the Elements flew down to arrest him, Kalortah did the same.

Now, they'd probably not seen a person exploding before, but that was exactly what he did. Kalortah literally exploded in unison with his owl - in the same moment as Oram's diri was showing them his owl doing the same thing. They were covered in an explosion of feathers. For those who paid attention, there was no blood, no bones. Just feathers.

That probably gave them a moment of pause. However, what might also do the same was the fact that there were things happening on Ishallr. They seemed to be about to (maybe) place their chainstones and, as such, this group was dangerously behind. Scaltoth and Sweetwine had to work together, in tandem. Scaltoth had one stone and they were not yet even in the tree.

So, when Oram examined the door to see if his Fairy-Sense tingled, it might have been with a renewed sense of urgency. There was nothing unusual at the time but - to the still-fairyfied Oram, when Kalortah exploded, the light behind the door grew brighter. Warmer. It didn't seem that way to the others.

What Oram did see, when Zoro picked up Mildred, was that there was a small golden light, like a small thread, running from her into the tree. He looked at saw that Xander appeared to have a shield of glowing green in what was - fundamentally - his aura. Bao Bao had a snowy calm peacefulness in his. Zoros was, for want of a better word, a bit new and shiny-looking.

It seemed that Fairies could sense marks. And, Oram could. He got a good feeling, though, from the three remaining companions. Like he understood that he could trust them.

And when Zoro said that he wanted to take Mildred to the Induk, the glowing thread which only Oram could see glowed a little harder.

The door looked the same as before and the glowing light flowed out from under it. When Zoro touched the door, it opened and then, Oram saw something.

Inside, Oram saw that there were thousands of small pin-pricks of light. He knew them for what they were, recognised them. They were fairies. And they saw him and they formed a sort of ... honour guard, maybe? Whatever the reasoning for it was, they formed together in a sort of glowing sign, showing which way he should go. The others didn't see it, couldn't know it.

As they looked, they would all see. There was one difference which happened once the door was opened.

Above the door frame were symbols. They hadn't been there before.

A shield.
A snowflake.
A fairy wing
A boat.

And all of those things rode on a turtle's back.

Before them, the gateway was open.

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Best hurry, lovelies. Things are a-happening. Don't go too fast, though, you'll trip over! :D
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There are no required skill levels for this.
It is - undoubtedly - dangerous. It's a war.
What will get you hurt is NOT if you are low skilled. What will get you hurt is doing something foolish. There's plenty for everyone to do.
Equally, being highly skilled is not a guarantee of anything. This will need teamwork and smarts.

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  • Arrived at destination
  • Crossed the ice
  • Discovered the door
  • Opened the door
  • Discovered that measurements and dimensions are squiffy. (I'm happy to assume you're informing Command of this, Oram, please just let Kura or Doran know OOC)
  • Discovered that the firefly like things teleport you.
  • Discovered that behind the door is a concert hall.
  • Lost contact with Kal
  • Met Mildred
  • Got offered to be turned into a fairy by Mildred.
  • Turned into fairies.
  • Got attacked by gulls
  • Got de-fairified (except Oram)
  • In front of the door.
  • Oram insulted Vri's willy.
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  • Xander You feel great!
  • Zoro You feel great! You continue to be a new type of Rainbow Biqaj. Only your eyes - the one part of you which DID change colour - now don't. You blow bubbles whenever you breathe out.
  • Oram You feel like a very healthy fairy!
  • Bao You feel great! You blow bubbles whenever you breathe out.
Kalortah- you may post once more, pre-explosion. I will let you know what happens to you, in PM.
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Beam me up! Get a Star Trek reference in to your next post. (Can-Do)

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Bao Bao was correct. This was not the audience that Kalortah had expected or hoped for. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was prepared for anyone of them to climb the tree. Even if any one of them was fine combatants, it would be a simple matter to draw his saber, to poke and slash at them as they tried to pull him down from his perch. He was prepared to do that, hell, he relished the idea of it. But before anyone did anything, before the very Elements came down upon him, he had some last words.

Kalortah's voice was beautiful, and it could be so. But equally, he was capable of changing it slightly, to making it a threatening thing, something that cut against the will of even the strongest of watchmen. Now, his voice cut through the air, like ten thousand jagged razor blades scratching against the air. If he was a Nightengale before, his voice resembled more a carrion bird, a vulture, as he addressed those walkers on the ground, "Very well, Councillor Fleabag!" The avriel sneered at them, "Have it your way! I have been generous, and patient, but now you will witness the full fury of the Voice of Calamity! From Hell's Heart, I stab at thee! For Hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!" So saying, he drew his sword, ready to take a stand. There was no way he could beat a Sohr Khal on the wing. Even if he flew close to the trees, the Elements were likely equipped with missile weapons that would easily shoot him down. Now the objective was to spread as much carnage as he could.

Yet then, he heard Delroth's voice in his ear, whispering that he had him. What was this? Immortal treachery, in Kalortah's moment of triumph!? And thus, before he could do anything, he was transported, along with all of his belongings, away from the Tree of Delroth. He was gone from there, in a puffy explosion of red and white feathers, which fell down on the ground. Kalortah was nowhere to be seen.



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Kalortah, his feathers exploding

The avriel’s oozing demeanor quickly turned sour when he realized that things weren’t going his way. He grew angry, and his honeyed voice modulated to a harsh keening thing, a dreadful noise. It sounded like a Bardakian pronghorn moose. Oram instinctively raised his spear to prepare for the upcoming fight, only to recall that such a gesture was probably futile in his present state.

And then, suddenly, just as things threatened to come to a head, Kalortah suddenly burst into a cloud of feathers. The group’s weapons had been set to kill, but instead, Kalortah had seemingly been disintegrated, leaving Oram stunned. Through Amoach, the hunter learned that the owl that was likely the avriel’s own diri or familiar, had burst at the same time. And the peacock had vanished as well. He shared this, and everything else he learned from his diri, with the rest of the group. Amoach had earlier offered to show the group members what it knew directly; if it could still do so now, Oram would ask that it do so.

With the avriel interloper gone, and with Delroth seemingly having withdrawn, there were other changes to notice. The door in the tree was open once more, and for once, Oram felt as if he could trust this entranceway. He was also seeing some sort of aura around his companions, auras that seemed to carry or convey images. And those images matched the symbols, as well, on a sign that suddenly appeared over the doorway.

”We should all four go in now,” he said to the rest of the group. He looked at Zoro. ”I’m sensing that your idea of taking Mildred’s body to the induk is a good one, or at least one that the spirits in the tree like. Let’s go. I don’t know if you can see the other fairies, but they seem to be showing us the way. Follow me.” And he flew into the tree.
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Bao had ordered them to sieze Kalortah but before anyone was able to act on that order the man was gone. The avriel disappearing in a poof of feathers. Xander frowned and knew this may not be the last they see of Kalortah, after all it seemed like too much of a coincidence that the owl had done the same as him at the same time. Fortunately it seemed that they may yet be able to find their way without the guidance of the traitor and his patron.

Xander wasn't sure if it was bravery or some sort of red shirted foolishness that caused Zoro to open the door to the tree. After all nobody knew what awaited them behind the door. However, it seemed today was not the day that Zoro would find himself vaporised.

In fact it appeared that Oram was seeing something that they were not. As if his continued fairy form was offering him some insight unavailable to them but Xander was in no mood or position to question the miniature man and instead he did as he was bid and followed Zoro through the door and into the tree. Trusting in his companions and the immortals that were in their side whether he knew them or not go ensure they did not come to any harm.

Thinking a short prayer to Ethelynda for the safety of himself and his companions he stepped forward into the opening resting a hand on the hilt of his sword and the other reached out ahead of him in preparation for anything that may appear before him upon entry.
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At the response he got from Kal, Bao gave a small glance up to the man, sighing. His body stayed placed beside Xander and Zoro, hoping the two would help protect him should something happen, as Bao was not a man capable of fighting on his own. As he watched the man make threats and lash out in anger the Cadouri wasn't upset, nor did the insults bother him at all. He'd likely hear worse and more creative insults as his life went by. But he was disappointed to see someone act the way Kal did. To lash out in anger after causing, or at least helping cause, the death of an innocent. It wasn't a mindset Bao would ever understand, nor was it one he sought to learn about. Bao had given a chance, as had the entire group when a stranger rolled up wanting to help. That chance had been wasted.

Now they move on.

Kal burst into feathers, though it became quickly apparent it was not likely death. Something akin to relief washed over the Cadouri, knowing it had not been some dark or evil magic that had destroyed Kal - or that it wasn't likely evil magic. Bao wished death on nobody. Not the Warden, not Audrae, not Chrien and not Kal. Once that was said and done, he turned to his team. "I guess now we go" the Cadouri said with a nod to his team, wanting to move on as quick as possible. Zoro seemed to want the same, as he approached the door and entered, Oram and Xander following behind him. Bao did the same, sticking beside the team.

As he walked over to the door he looked around, unable to see the fairies that Oram talked about. The symbols above drew his attention, however. A snowflake, a wing, a shield, a boat. All on turtles. "Saoire" Bao spoke aloud, staring at the art pieces for a while. Then he glanced to the team beside him, eyes examining them all. "Turtles are Saoire's domain, the immortal that brought me to Idalos. I told Oram about it when I arrived. So if those are riding turtles, maybe they are linked. Besides, the symbols..."

After a moment of pause Bao looked at Oram. "You are a fairy, and there's a symbol of a wing. Xander has the shield symbol on his hand, there. That would make Zoro the boat, and he adventures. Which leaves me" he spoke and showed the fur on his chest, a white snowflake-like marking. "Ziell and I talked and he offered me help. Then he gave me this, for worshipping him" he explained. "Maybe Saoire had something to do with this place, or the fairies. If any of the fairies can hear me, do you know Saoire?" he asked, proceeding to the door with his group.
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Zoro Astrian was struck by the pure bathos evinced by the proud haughty figure of Kalortah in his finery foully cursing Bao Bao before then exploding in a cloud of feathers. There was something in the whole thing that made Zoro want to laugh. It all seemed rather like one of Uncle Zeb’s stories But Zoro had neither time nor patience to ponder on it further.

“Thank you,” Zoro said to Oram, grateful for the affirmation that he was doing the right thing, Zoro fully believed that there had been too many delays caused by avian hanger-on and he felt very strongly that they needed to act with alacrity. Zoro knew that his mission was to boldly go.

As he had taken the lead, Zoro was first into the tree. He lifted his chin slightly as he realised that the others were following him! Pride and fear mingled in his silver biqaj blood and Zoro changed skin colour rapidly, mirroring his mixed and quick-changing emotions.

Since he was not alone, and felt the weight of responsibility for the quick-acting decision he had made, Zoro quickly looked around in order to get an understanding of where they were. He considered the symbols on the door as he walked in. He was, he believed, the boat. Xander the shield, Oram the fairy and so, Bao Bao was the snowflake. What Bao said made perfect sense and so Zoro was forced to consider that maybe, this was where he was meant to be at this moment in time.

Breathing in, he readied himself for whatever lay ahead and hoped that – if he truly was the boat carved above the door – he could steer this group to journey’s end. He would make it so.

As long as it was a nice destination.


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Time enough had been wasted, they all seemed to agree. Perhaps the old saying was true. Insults are effective only where emotion is present Mr Spock, but Kalortah's words did not stir them to anything other than action.

Before them, the gateway was open and they went.

And there, something strange happened. Each one of them was somewhere different. Split up, it seemed. Separated. But, yet still with a golden thread which bound them together. Because they were all with Oram. Now, Oram had a very strange experience in that time.

A very strange one indeed.
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Xander and Oram found themselves in a large cathedral-like room, which was covered in ice. There was a high ceiling and the room itself was long. It had large glass windows above the altar and they could see that the altar itself had been long-since smashed. Behind that altar was another door. Once, this place had been beautiful, but now it was wrecked.

Littered over the floor, on the broken pews, everywhere, there were broken eggs. There must once have been thousands upon thousands of eggs here, but now, only two remained. Two glowing eggs were just a little ahead of them, a few feet up the aisle they stood at the beginning of. All around them were webs - and not the kind of ones made by small spiders. Nope. No these were the kind made by big hairy beasts with fangs and snake-like head.

Exactly like that. Oram saw that the two glowing eggs glowed in a sort of overlaid gold, the same as the golden thread.

As the enormous ice spider-snake dropped from the ceiling, it was aiming to destroy the last two eggs.

There was only the two of them to stop it.
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At the same time, Bao Bao and Oram found themselves in an impossibly long corridor filled with doors. All kinds of doors, all manner of them. Hundreds, thousands of them. Tall ones, short ones, doors of every colour and type. Beautiful stained glass in some, rotting and falling apart panes in others.

Down the end of the impossibly long corridor - and following the golden thread Oram saw - was what seemed to be a tree-trunk. Namely, it looked like the trunk of this tree they were in. And in it, there was a door. It was shut. It wasn't the only one that was in this situation - most of the other doors were, but there were eight doors in this corridor which hung open.

As they began to move, Bao felt sadness. Each open doorway showed a scene of despair, of violence, of selfishness. Every doorway which was open sapped his strength, his internal resolve. And it was a very long corridor.

Now, Oram did not experience those ill effects but he would find that he was not strong enough to close any of the doors. Bao could, but in doing so he would have to "step in" to the effect they had on him.

What Oram saw was that each doorway had the charred remains of a thread leading to it.

Where once something had been golden, it was now dust. The only still-golden thread was the one which led to the door at the end of the impossibly long corridor.
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It was different for Zoro, although only Oram knew that. Zoro and Oram found themselves inside the tree. They were surrounded by what seemed, at first, to be fairies but which upon closer inspection were obviously the ghosts of fairies, or an echoing memory of them. They didn't communicate, per se, they couldn't converse. They fluttered around and there was no sound from them, but just light.

Inside this tree trunk, right through the middle of it, there ran a river. It was incredibly wide and although it looked lovely from a distance, when they got to it, it was filthy. Truly filthy. There was a boat on there, seemingly ready to take them across but, as they grew closer they saw that it was not a normal or usual boat. It was a funeral barge and, it was tiny. Oram could flutter across, of course, but if Zoro was going to cross this river, then he would have to get dirty - the stench from the water was enough to overwhelm. Also, neither of them could tell how deep it was, but it might mean that all of the biqaj was submerged, or he might have to swim.

Oram saw the golden thread leading across the river.

The echoes of fairies fluttered around them, like ghosts, but there was no more information than that. What would they do?
Oram (& Oram?)
And finally, there was Oram.

He was in all three places at once. He saw them all, experienced them all, was completely there and also completely in all the other places.

And also, of course, he was here. Here in the center of the tree. He was already over the river which Zoro had to cross, he knew. He was through the Cathedral, behind the altar, and at the end of the very long corridor. Oram was here. Here in the very heart of Sweetwine. It was silent here, silent as the grave. The enormous tree was hollow and the ground was soft grass. In front of him was a circle of stones, like a camp fire. Except there were no twigs or kindling in there - instead there were three small toadstools, flat topped and waiting.

For something to be placed on them, he knew. He just didn't know what.

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Best hurry, lovelies. Things are a-happening. Don't go too fast, though, you'll trip over! :D
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There are no required skill levels for this.
It is - undoubtedly - dangerous. It's a war.
What will get you hurt is NOT if you are low skilled. What will get you hurt is doing something foolish. There's plenty for everyone to do.
Equally, being highly skilled is not a guarantee of anything. This will need teamwork and smarts.

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  • Separated. All with Oram.
Individuals
  • Xander You feel great!
  • Zoro You feel great! You continue to be a new type of Rainbow Biqaj. Only your eyes - the one part of you which DID change colour - now don't. You blow bubbles whenever you breathe out.
  • Oram You feel like a very healthy fairy!
  • Bao You feel great! You blow bubbles whenever you breathe out.
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Deal with your situation.
Xander - you can choose to fight or not to. If you fight, you will win, but it will be a difficult battle. Feel free to describe that if you choose. If you choose to not-fight, please describe what you're doing.
Bao - you can walk forward or you can stay where you are. If you walk forward you can close the doors as you go. If you choose to close the doors, Bao will see something which saps his energy, which threatens to stop him. If you walk without closing the doors, you'll feel it less (though still feel it) but leave it open for others.
Zoro - you can cross the river, or not. If you choose to cross the river, then you can do so. It will involve walking in filth up to your neck. While Zoro is in the water, it's almost impossible to be anything except sad and despairing. Putting one foot in front of the other is hard.

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A Parliament of Scowls

Oram was with Xander. Oram was with Bao. Oram was with Zoro. Yet none of them were with each other. And Oram was also by himself in a place with three mushrooms. All four Orams scowled. This was that stupid seeing-several-places-all-at-once thing again, wasn’t it? It had been headache-inducing under Faldrass; it was headache-inducing here. At least this time through he already had some experience with the whole thinking-things-at-people-in-different-locations trick. Hopefully he could pull it off again now.

Each of Oram’s three companions faced a different challenge. Xander faced a giant, icy spider. Bao faced a long hall of sadness. Zoro faced a river of slime. What was a multiplexed fairy Oram to do? Well, for starters, he could communicate to the group what was going on, that there were golden threads he could see leading each of them to places they needed to get through by braving their respective obstacles. Although he could not see them, he had a good guess that there were chain stones at the end of each of their ordeals, and that they would each have to bring one to where he was now, where the golden threads came together, to place them upon each of the mushroom things.

For Xander with his ice spider snake thing, he didn’t have much advice to give to the man, apart from keep his shield up. Some spiders could spit webs or venom. The hunter had never contended with such a beast before, and could not rely on his experience to anticipate how it moved, how it sensed, and so forth. Nor was he, in his current form, in a condition to help much physically. He would try to fly over and buzz around near the back of the creature’s head, trying to distract it and possibly get a jab in at one of its eyes with his little spear.

To Zoro, he would point out that the tiny funeral barge was almost certainly for Mildred’s body, in case the biqaj hadn’t figured out already. As for fording the disgusting water, Oram would assure the sailor that it had to be done. ”Look at the bright side:” he would say, in an admittedly lame attempt to cheer the man up: ”you can pee in this water and no one will know.” He would hover in Zoro’s line of sight, making sure the man didn’t get disoriented while fording the slime river.

That left Bao in his Corridor of Demoralizing Scenes. Oram did not know how the cadouri would handle such a thing, nor what the right way to do so was. Should he close the doors? Should he leave them open and try to ignore them? Oram would fly directly in front of Bao, keeping his attention directed down the hall. ”I think the scenes behind these doors are some sort of test or distraction,” he warned Bao. ”Whoever or whatever it is knows how much you ache to help others, to right wrongs. My suggestion is that you ignore them. Look at me. Follow me. The thread leads straight ahead, this way. Hey! Did you know Zoro is up to his neck in slimy water? I told him he could pee in it and no one would notice.” Maybe that would help cheer up the beset cadouri. It didn’t cheer Oram up all that much. He was still scowling. All four of him.
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Xander found himself in a large hall, it looks like some kind of great hall or as he looked around the the pews and the alter he decided some kind of religious building. Only the Fairy Oram was with him now, the miniature being fluttering nearby. Xander examined the room they were surrounded by smashed eggs and cobwebs. Something about spiders always made the nobelman uncomfortable, he had only ever had bad experiences with spiders and their webs. It seemed that this may be no different as he looked forward down the hall to see what remained of the once extensive supply of eggs. Just two of them, nestled in with the webs that had been laid down by some great beast. Xander drew his sword now before he even saw the beast but when he did he felt a brief shudder run up his spine.

It was huge, far beyond the size and spider should be and it was going for the eggs. Now Xander could not see the golden trails and glowing that eminated from the eggs like Oram could but if he was a betting man he would have put his money on him needing to protect those remaining eggs. After all, he was a shieldbearer, protecting that which could not protect itself was part and parcel of that and those eggs it seemed to him were the most defenseless entity in the room. "Stop!" He called out to the creature in an attempt to draw its attention away from the eggs. He began to advance forward, moving his sword into both hands and preparing for a fight.

He did his best to avoid getting tripped or tangled by any of the webs between them and the spider-snake but it was a challenge it seemed everywhere he went there were webs or egg shells to avoid. Along with this there was the ice, all in all it made for a difficult fighting terrain, he would need to be careful not to lose his footing in the middle of the fight lest it cost him his life. Sliding to a halt on a patch of ice he was close to the eggs now and the beast and he spoke up again. "Come on you hairy beast, don't mind those eggs!" He yelled as he began to activate his Serpents Hood ability Named for the technique many snakes use to appear more threatening, Serpents Hood generates an aura around the user that makes them appear like significantly bigger threat than the people around them, drawing the attention of enemy combatants towards the Shield-Bearer and away from more vulnerable targets. This ability lasts until the Shield-Bearer deactivates it or is rendered unconscious or dead. to draw the attention of the creature from the eggs.

He adjusted his grip on his sword and nestled into a highguard, his sword raised up above him ready to contest any downward attacks from the creature. However, as the creature seemed to be drawn in by the effects of his mark ability he became aware of just how difficult it was to fight a spider. How was he supposed to keep track of 8 legs? He focused himself and activated another of his abilities granted by the Taithir mark, Calm Mind For a short period of time, the wielder of this skill is able to calm themselves completely, leaving them immune to taunts or other attempts to anger them or otherwise knock them off balance. , to ensure he did not lose focus on his task.

The first strike did not come from the spiders leg, however, but from its fangs as the creature lerched at him. Xander quickly maneuvered his blade between the best and himself catching its fangs around the sword. Its eyes stared at him as it snapped at him, his hand having moved from the hilt of his sword to the blade where he used both hands and all his might to keep the creature from knocking him back off balance. Xander had never fought a beast like this before and he had to think on his feet as he released hi hand from the bladeand moved forward to the left, ducking under a long hairy leg and sliding his sword free from the fangs of the beast. As he removed his opposing force quickly from the spider-snake it almost lost its own balance as it staggered forward on its eight legs. He was off to one side of the best now and it was hit time to strike.

While the beast was caught off guard he swung his sword down on one of its rear legs. It made a horrifying sound as the keen edge of his Adamantite blade hacking into the spindly legs of the spider although even with all his strength he was not able to get all the way through. The creature recoiled from the attack and one of its many legs kicked out at him as it moved forward and away from him. The force of it knocked him backwards and onto his backside. He cursed himself for having not paid more attention to its other legs and scarmbled back to his feet, pulling himself free from the sticky webs that clung to his clothes. Readying himself again he held his sword now in a lower plough guard the blade pointeed directly to the spider-snake that was making an about face.

The father steadied his breathing and watched it cautiously, would it come again? He wasn't sure, the situation was a mystery to him but again he felt that his only choice in that moment was to continue to fight the creature. Readying himself he edged once again towards the best, stepping carefully across the cluttered floor. The spider-snake seemed to do the same effortlessly moving over the tops of the pews, webs and eggshells as Xander made ready for the next attack. This time he was ready as the beast lunged at him and he this time dodged right, ducking again under one of the creatures legs. Unfortunately his front foot got caught on a knot of webs and he stumbled froward and out from the other side of the creatures legs. Off balance he throught better than to try and attack back and instead scanned the floor around him finding a clearer spot and again prepared himself.

The spider-snake was moving faster now, seemingly enboldened by the lack of counter on that attack. It came at him again, fangs spread as it came for him with all its might. This time Xander did not make a passing step but at the last moment he stepped back, The beasts fangs snapped shut just short of him and he took this opportunity to bring his sword up from the lower position it was in and thrust its pointed tip into the undercarage of the best below its head. Again a horrible sound errupted from the creature, deathening loud due to his proximity to the beast but he ignored it, and now advanced ducking under the jaws of the creature and pulling the sword with him, opening up a larger wound on the underside of the spider snake as he passed under and out to the left side. He spotted the wounded leg again and moving the sword in one smooth fluid stroke he struck it again, this time the sword made it through the already damaged portion, the spider faltered as the lower half of one of its eight legs fell heavily to the floor. A blue liquid oozed from the wound and the creature continued to hiss and make other disturbing sounds.

Xander advanced again now, siezing the initative and the advantage and raising his sword high above his head he brought it down on the back of the beast. The exoskeleton that covered the beasts carapace cracked and crunched under the force of the blow as the deadly blade cut its way through the protective layer. Further angered the beast span to face him its legs flailing wildly in his direction. He attempted to parry them as the beast reared back on four legs and the remaining three legs kicked out at him. He parried two of them on the edge of his sword feeling the blade pass into the beast with each one until the third leg found its mark and this time sent him harder and further than before. He crashed through a pew and groaned as he thudded against the hard floor. Briefly he was dazed, staring up at the ceiling, he was aware of something coming towards him out of the corner of his eye but he could not respond. He willed himself to regain his senses and just in time he did so.

He saw the creature moving over him and as it began to swing its stinger down at him he mustered the strength to roll aside as its sharp needle like point his the solid ground. Bringing his swor dup from his side and into both his hands he rised it up now and thrust it at the underside of the best. He heard crunching and splintering of the spiders exo and endoskeleton as his sword found its mark and he pusheed up with all his might, The creature tried to pull away from him but he scarmbled up after it driving with his legs as he forced the blade deep into the beast. For a moment he thought he was lifting the beast off its feet with the force he was applying but he was not yet that strong and instead the beast attempting to get away simply lifted itself higher on its long legs but Xander was tall and while it lifted he contiued to stand up straight and reach out his arms. cautious not to overreach himself through adn risk losing his weapon he pulled it back out and the beast skuttled backwards from him.

Xander watched it as it retreated and wondered whether that was the battle ending wound but it appeared not as the beast made one final attempt to get him, it was slower now than before thought as its leg leaked its life force and the wound in its underside seemed to have damaged something important. Ready for this Xander moved forward two and as it launched itself at him he returned the gesture lunging forward and thrusting the point of his blade to meet the advancing jaws of the best. The tip of the sword met with the hardened face of t he creature but it punched through its thin exoskeleton here and entered into the from of the beast. He braced himself and allowed the force of the spider-snake to drive itself onto the blade from tip to hilt until the force of it caused him to slide backwards and the beast fell limp infrnt of him.

Its now seven legs sprawled out around it as he stepped back and withdrew his sword frrom its face. He was dripping with sweat, it had been some time sonce he had fought a real fight and they were alwasy more exhausting than training. He moved back and sat into one of the pews. Observing the beast cautiously to make sure it was not going to rise and attack him again. He ached from where he had been thrown around and already fresh bruises were starting to develop.

"I hope those eggs are worth it." He said loud enough that the fairy Oram might hear him wherever he was as he looked to see if the two eggs were still where they had been when he started the battle.
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Re: [The Forging] Songs

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After a long, drawn-out situation with Delroth and his servant, the group finally was moving. Together, in agreement, they went through the gateway. Together they moved to save Scalvoris. Yet when they arrived it was not together, not entirely. Oram was still there, in front of the Cadouri, but both Xander and Zoro were nowhere to be found. They ended up in some strange hallway and, without even a second thought, the Red Panda glanced to an open door on his left.

Eyes widening a little, Bao watched in shock for a moment at the sights he saw. Murder. Murder of innocents, people that did nothing wrong, visualized inside of the door. They seemed to shout for help yet nobody came. To his right, as he looked, was a man stealing from someone asleep - someone who was wearing rags and had little but a torn-up blanket to keep them warm. As he looked ahead he saw so many open doors, so many glances of horrific things that were ahead of him. For just a moment he stared onward, looking at the horrific scene and fighting every urge to rush in and stop it.

Oram spoke, Bao turning to look at his friend. Yet even at the joke he made Bao did not smile. A part of him wanted to, especially with the first friend he had ever made on Idalos. But he couldn't. "What if they're real? What if they-" he started, only stopping to break into a sob unlike he had ever cried on Idalos. "I'd be leaving them to die, it would be my fault. What if that's my test? What if I fail if I let them die?" he spoke through thick tears, his voice cracking and his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He glanced back to the door, seeing that it was too late to save so many, yet some could be protected. Some could be given a second chance, a life without the suffering they endured now. They could grow and get better, they could go see their families or in years go and make new ones.

Yet he knew Oram was right. That was what made it hurt so much. If he entered this place now, and it was not real, then he would let Scalvoris down. So that was his choice. Potentially ruin the attempt to save Scalvoris, killing thousands, or leave the images of those suffering behind. Bao looked to his friend and put his hand over the snowflake marking on his fur, glancing down almost immediately after as more tears poured out. "Why? Why do I have to choose, why does everything hurt so much?" he asked as his hand gripped onto the fur over his heart, his chest aching physically from the pressure he felt to pick. Arcs had gone by with no sadness, just joy and the people he loved. Then he came to Idalos, the land he was promised would be beautiful and that he could make better.

But every memory he had came with bitterness. He had found two people arguing in the Glass Temple, then he had taken the place of a daughter who was afraid, unable to truly be with her father. He had helped free the father, but now all of them were out trying to save an entire Island from destruction. Now this. Every step he took came with sadness. Every moment had hurt, someone was always suffering. Was that why he had been sent here, as a Cadouri? Because of the suffering? Because of the people that needed saving? Was this his test, not from whatever force was in the tree, but from the Immortals?

Deep down, however, Bao knew that wasn't true. Saoire loved the Cadouri more than he had ever seen love before. They wouldn't be put on Idalos as a test, not as the only reason at least. She wanted the joy of everyone. If the Cadouri were put here to make people happy it would not be a sacrifice, it would be to make them happy too. Cadouri and Idalosian, united as friends. That was her goal. To hear the world singing Cadouri songs, and dancing with them. Eating food together, making adventures happen and cheering at the end. Hugging. Loving. That was what the Cadouri were here for.

"If any Immortal hears this, please help me" Bao pleaded openly, not kneeling or praying as he would usually anymore. But wishing, hoping. "If these people are real, save them. Please save them. Don't let them die like this, for some test. If they are not, let me see something better. Let me see all the good things I fight for" he pleaded through his tears, the pain still thick in his chest as he wiped his face. Every prayer he had made to Ziell so far had been unanswered, perhaps because Ziell could not intervene, or perhaps because he was busy elsewhere. So now he prayed openly, to anyone who would listen and take him in.

"Show me dancing and singing, show me people feasting - as Saoire taught us. Show me my Cadouri, my people, doing well in the world of Idalos. Making a name for themselves, living a good life. Please" he begged, not knowing who he was praying to, yet praying anyway. He could not make this choice on his own, he couldn't bring himself to damn people to death. Not until he had at least tried. If the Immortals did not answer, he would do as Oram said, looking at his friend with sad eyes and walking forward making effort to not look at the doors.

But if the Immortals heard him, then he would hope. Hope for their help. Hope for dancing.
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Bao is using his favor from Daia, given in the recent review from this event. If possible, he wants to save the people in the doors, if they are real. If not, he wishes to see something better. Thanks!
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