Role Slayers: Role for Initiative! [RP]

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The reaction from Theodorus was aggresive, as was to be expected. However, he also accomplished nothing in his rage. The only difference in their situation was Novelle, who stopped moving. With his knowledge of her, Shemp surmissed that Novelle was likely terrified, with her own emotions stopping her from following their, rushed as it was, plan. Val's words all but confirmed it, even as he tried to not show his allegiance. The words were clearly for Shemp, who was unaffected by the mist himself. The same either did not apply to Novelle, or was not enough to stop her fears.

"I will help her." Shemp said. His voice, as monotone as ever, didn't make it clear whether he was ally or enemy, which was for the best right now. That said, the important thing was to get Novelle out. Sacrificing her now would be of no utility, and even if her personality was an issue, her abilities could be useful. As such, he wasted no time in just grabbing and carrying her. Shemp realized that Val lacked the physical strength to do so, or even to push the much taller Novelle with him, but for Moe the Monk, as much of a regular human as he was, it was no issue. Monks possessed superior physical strength, after all.

"Remain silent and do not act more than absolutely necessary." Moe ordered, in a low voice so only Novelle, who was now riding on his shoulders, would hear. He could not risk her making a bad situation even worse.
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Novelle's sight was completely blurred by the red mist that seemed to swirl ever close to her with each passing second. She wanted so badly to run, but her legs wouldn't take her anywhere. She knew she couldn't run from this, she had nowhere to run from this. Where could she even go? She wasn't good for anything. She'd just end up back here eventually, having achieved nothing. That's why this choice was her only choice. But she didn't want this, and she thought, of everyone, he'd understand. But he didn't. He wanted this for her too, and it didn't matter what she wanted. Even if her making her own choices were what they'd always pushed her to do, even though she failed at it at every turn.

So lost was Novelle in her own head that she didn't feel the sudden loss of pressure around her wrist. She further missed both the impact of Theodorus's improvised projectile, and the frozen explosion that followed shortly afterwards. No did she notice the mass panic that ensued as a hundred or so Zuman ran for whatever exit they could think of, even if they didn't have any idea where any were. She was so lost that she almost completely missed the fact that she was moving.

Why was she moving? Had her legs finally decided to cooperate with her? Had she worked up the courage to leave, in spite of it all? No, of course she hadn't. She'd never have it in her to do anything like that. She finally recognized the fact she was being carried. Who was carrying her? Why? The questions finally dragged her back into reality, though her brain still screamed at her to defend herself( Do something, ANYTHING, you useless fuck).

As her vision finally cleared somewhat, though the red fog still obscured much of what was in front of her, she realized fully what was going on. Moe was carrying her, at a fairly rapid pace, through the mist and away from where they'd been. Why was Moe... she'd frozen up hadn't she(Of course you did. You're nothing but a burden). She'd frozen up and Moe had had to bail her out of this. Why hadn't he just left her? Surely that would have been better for everyone.

As Moe continued running, unaware that Novelle was no longer completely catatonic, she realized that they were moving toward the entrance they'd come in. Her vision had seemed to clear up more as she'd calmed down. She was unsure if it was just that they'd gotten farther from the center of the fog cloud, or if it was something else. Either way, she could see much better than even a few seconds ago.

As the approached the entrance, it looked like all the guards who may have been positioned there had moved toward the sudden disturbance, and probably gotten themselves lost in the fog. There were a a number of Zuman's who also seemed to be heading in this direction as well. Some in front of them, and a few behind them as well if the foot falls were any indication. Hopefully some of those footfalls were the rest of the team. As soon as they made it out they could regroup, and figure out what they were going to do next. The Captain would.....THE CAPTAIN! He was somewhere below all of this, taken off by a group of guards earlier.

“The... The Captain,” Novelle said, finding her voice, finally, “We...We need ta' go find him. We can't leave him wherever he is. They... They took 'im down Ah' think. Down farther than before we started climbing the stairs.”

“Captain, huh,” a familiar voice said from the Novelle's left, turning she saw Aidan running along side them(Where in the Roles had he come from?). “I'm guessing that's the big guy from earlier yeah, Jen? That sounds like a solid idea.”

She hadn't seen Aidan since they'd all gotten off the train. He'd been leaning up against the wall recovering from his stunt saving Misty. She wasn't even sure he'd left the train. If he'd just sat still against the wall would the guards that had dragged them off have even noticed him? Now, suddenly, he was here again. Why hadn't he heard her running up? She must still be out of it.

“I have to say, kid,” he was talking to V...Is...why couldn't she just remember his Role-Damned alias, why couldn't she remember anything important, “Whatever you just did was disorienting as anything” he shook himself slightly, “but it was a pretty good distraction. Can't say I was too keen on drinking whatever gunk was in those goblets, so thanks for getting us all out of it.”
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The Chirurgeon

As the zumans scattered, throwing arms up and wading to the side of the arena in groups of three or four, the nearly opaque mist began to lift. If not for the poor ventilation of their underground accommodations, it likely would have blown away like early morning vapor over garden pond. The Chirurgeon watched with some amusement as a squad of guards attempted to excavate their compatriot from his iceberg.

"Sorceror. Banisheth thon mist from my Throne!"

"If I do that, I may accidentally splatter your subjects." The Chirurgeon lied, tapping the metal surface of his tuning staff. He preferred to keep the zombie lord in the dark to its full breadth of ability.

"If thou must."

The Chirurgeon shook his head. "A capital idea, as always, my eminence. However, I must remind you we need as many of your subjects alive, so to speak, as possible."

Theodorus said nothing. The zombie lord wrung his cast-iron hands around what remained of his mezzanine railing. All too tempting for the Chirurgeon to fire a sonic burst from his staff and tip Theodorus over like a great metal cow, plummeting to the floor below. Would it end him? Doubtful, but it would certainly be amusing.

With little in the way of magic utility to speak of, his subjects in hysteria, and his patience in perennially short reserve, Theodorus leaned over the railing and bellowed a command.

"The Trial commences! Guards! Summoneth forth yon prisoners!!"

Mist further dispersed as guards dashed to four corners of the ground floor. They clasped onto huge wheel-like levers and began hurriedly cranking, throwing the full weight of their bodies against the rusted mechanisms. A metal staccato reverberated through Theodorus's Throne. The floor far below belched open, metal teeth retracting and panels sliding against each other. A shower of sparks rained to the darkness below. In their hysteria, some unlucky zuman tripped and fell in, likely to never be seen again.

The Chirurgeon imagined how it all fit together, deceptively efficient considering the scrapmetal these zumans forced themselves to scavenge. Fitting intricately all the way down to the catacombs and caverns below, a series of interlocking gears, both literal and figurative, initiated at ground floor. As mist further dissipated in time with moist updraft, two cages rose from the clanging abyss. Mechanical platforms raised until the floors of each leveled flush to fill the space left vacant by open floor.

In one cage skulked a hulking blue-skinned Oni* in drab prisoner's garb. Despite his wide frame, the Chirurgeon spied cobalt skin pressed like parchment over ribcage. After living as and caring for their own kind, zumans had the tendency to forget most of their prisoners actually needed food.

In the other cage lurked nothing at all. Its occupant had vanished, if it had ever had one at all. Judging by the warped bars, splayed outwards like surgically-pinned vivisection, escape seemed most likely.

Theodorus roared again. One could only imagine the frustration kept at bay by that thick skull as the king of the dead railed against the Roles. Upstaged by saboteurs, guards helpless to free one of their own from a well-laid magical trap, and now his signature bloodsport canceled? The Chirurgeon couldn't blame him for wrenching a third rail from his balcony and launching it at the lone prisoner. It threaded the needle between two cell bars, stuck through the criminal at his midsection, and pinned him to the ground to bleed out and die.

"With no trial by combat, there canst be only one verdicte in mine kingdom!" Theodorus laughed, then threw both fists into the air. "Thou art GUILTY!!"

A number of zumans on the lower-tier balconies hooted and cheered. The Chirurgeon noticed with glee the capricious display of bloodshed had not garnered Theodorus his desired Throne-wide applause. Perhaps most of his subjects busied themselves fleeing for their un-lives.

"Hmph. Sorceror!" Theodorus snapped.

The Chirurgeon resisted the urge to mockingly salute as he took a spot at the zombie lord's right hand.

"Collecteth our guilty party's blood. We shannot permit such high magic concentrate to spilleth in waste."

With a bow, the Chirurgeon happily left his puppet's side. He relished opportunity to collect Oni blood, which had been in sorry short supply since arrival in Neoyomi. Much better quality than goblin street urchin and unsuspecting draconian barmaid he had been forced to use in rudimentary experimentation thus far. Still, Oni could only claim to be second-tier substitute until The Chirurgeon could acquire more tengu. To think, what he could craft with the liquid gold flowing through their nobility's veins....



Footsteps pounded from far above, the metal reverberating even as Zō the Smuggler trafficked himself through the unbearably tight drainage duct beneath some fringe sector of Theodorus's Throne. Oh how he missed his plate armor, which seemed another life ago. True, he'd have no chance of wedging himself when fully-suited, but the extra layer of protection would do wonders. Oily water clung to his sopping wet robes as he trudged determinedly.

Surely the rest of his party had something to do with the commotion above? Whatever distraction they caused had served to lend in Zō's escape from his presumably sham trial. The mysterious, roguish wife of Theodorus--Camila, did she say?--had further relieved the prison guards from their watch. Time for Zō to scurry through the undersewers of this buried, bizarro human kingdom.

Water poured from above. Zō sputtered, though managed to glance a shimmering of lantern-light through the steady trickle. He reached up, favoring his smaller set of fingers, and slid them between the grate. Then, with some strenuous maneuvering, he crunched into an almost-standing position, held his breath, and bashed the grate with his human fist and thick-skulled head.

He breached the slow-flowing water and attempted to breathe only to be done in by the wet vacuum of his facial cover. He sputtered, suffocating, shaking his head wildly. A moment later the fabric dislodged and he hungrily gulped stale air.

Still a little too close to Theodorus's stronghold for comfort. Zō had ended up underneath some sort of waterway flowing out from the castle's trickling moat and adjacent to a double-set of scrap metal stairs. Zumans rushed from the castle's main gates, barely paying his mangy head any notice as they staggered on twisted ankles and gnarled feet to relative safety.

As the water rushed in around Rezo's neck, splattering in and against his mouth, he could only barely make out the motley assemblage of what could pass as his squadmates. But, Paladin forsake him yet again, he couldn't even conjure the faintest memory of their aliases.

"Z-Zumans!" He roared in the general direction of "Moe," who hauled a bobbing sack of red garbage--oh, Novelle? Whoops. "As I granted you safe passage, thus you return the favor and free me from this...." How would a smuggler talk? He needed to sell this in case anyone overheard. "F-Fucked up, and also unfortunate, situation!"
* Oni: Orc-like in appearance, though their skin color varies in vivid hues. Descended from demons, these people originally settled Yomi before its rename under control of more "advanced" monster races. Despite their brutish appearance, they are traditionally a spiritual people who prioritize connection to the natural world.
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Novelle seemed to have completely fainted while being awake, somehow, but she finally managed to talk, pointing out that they needed to get Rezo back. That had not been a priority for Moe. Completing the mission was first, and Rezo's multiple failings as a leader would not help in that. Saving him was a secondary objective, the main was still to get the Celestial Egg. However, their infiltration had failed. Attempting another in this situation, especially if they were found to have ran away, was unlikely to be a good idea. In fact, it was more likely to get them sent to jail alongside Rezo. Theodorus had shown himself to be highly irritable when he attacked at random before, so any excuses were likely to fail. In his eyes, they were at best deserters, and at worst, the cause of the fog in the first place. In either case, it was either jail or death that awaited them. In that kind of situation, regrouping and forming a new plan was the logical step forward. Novelle was right, they should get Rezo back. There was no real reason to keep pretending to be zumans wishing to fall under Theodorus' service, after all.

However, before any other moves could be done, another zuman appeared. Novelle, or rather, Jen, seemed to know him already. This wasn't an issue - but the fact that he now knew who they were aiming towards, and how he somehow seemed sure that Val was the one that created the fog, were indeed issues. This zuman was not to be trusted. He could easily be a counter-spy, or a separate faction attempting their own objectives on Neoyomi. He was not a random zuman, those would've gone alongside Theodorus' plan.

Another being would soon cross their paths though. As if luck had turned around, it was Rezo himself, who had somehow managed to escape prison and found them. He was, and rightfully so, keeping his disguise as a smuggler up, though he did not do a good job at talking like one. Adapting to other dialects was a complex issue, so it was not a surprise for Moe, an expert at disguising himself and pretending he was of another species and role, that Rezo was inept at this as well. Regardless, his escape was sure to make the situation in Neoyomi even more chaotic, and the alert level would increase heavily with the fog incident and an escaped prisoner. Right now, though, Moe realized this was fortunate, as they could take advantage of the chaos, having failed to take advantage of order before. And for that, reuniting with Rezo would be critical. Sadly, there was no way to get rid of the suspicious zuman that was not part of the SSS now. They would have to play along. He could be of use, and finding his true intentions was now something that was part of the mission as well.

"Very well. We shall return the favour and pledge ourselves to you once again, smuggler Zō." Shemp said. He gave no chance for the rest to give their own words, as he walked towards Zō, Novelle still in hand. Reuniting and thinking of their next course of action was the only possibility now, but at least, the secondary objective of rescuing Rezo was now complete, if accidentally. Though before that, getting Zō out of his current predicament was priority. Maintaining a conversation with someone stuck like that would be complicated. Although, even getting him out would probably be an issue if he was stuck that much. Trying to force him out would likely only hurt him. Moe could stretch himself, but he could not stretch others. Not painlessly, at least. To get him out would require someone else's skillset. Val could drain Rezo and make him thinner, but that could also kill him, so it would be a secondary possibility. The main...had to be the person in Moe's shoulders right now.

"Jen. Can you enchant the walls in some way to get Zō out?" Shemp asked. Maybe she could make them slippery. That would cause Rezo to fall, and then forcing his way out would be easier by destroying the ground. Doing it now carried too much risk of hurting him. "Otherwise, Isaac, you may have to drain him to lower his weight."
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"Jen. Can you enchant the walls in some way to get Zō out?" Moe said, as he shifted her off of his shoulders, "Otherwise, Isaac, you may have to drain him to lower his weight."

What exactly did Moe expect her to do here? How did he think enchanting the pipe would help the Captain get out? She could electrocute him, free him solid, or.... she shuddered... No, do not think about that, not now. She could just magic the Captain to freedom. Though, her thinking of something sounded more pleasant than whatever he mean by Val... No, Issac, he was Issac here... it sounded better than whatever he meant by Issac “draining” him.

“Ah....Ah'll try,” Novelle said, moving toward the hole the Captain was partially protruding from.

Before anything else she was assaulted by the smell of whatever it was that was flowing, or at least trying to flow, into what used to be a grate in the street. The Captains overly large frame plugged almost the entire space. Why he had considered this a good idea she couldn't fathom. How had he planned on escaping if they hadn't happened to pass him in the street? It was strange to think it, but it seemed very foolish. And that was not a word she'd had reason to associate with him up to this point.

She placed her hands down on the ground at the edges of the grate. What could she do here? Forcing him out of the hole did not seem like the best idea. Despite her thinking of several ways she could probably accomplish it, it would likely lead to serious injury to the Captain. Trying to force him back down into the hold didn't make sense to her either. She had no idea if he had anywhere else to go. How long had he been crawling? Would he even be able to crawl backwards? Roles, there didn't really seem to be anything she could do here.

She was thinking of the best way to voice her failures to Moe, when Aidan spoke up. Oh Roles, she'd forgotten he was here already, and he'd apparently figured some things out along the way too. Though, that was probably her fault for blurting out about the Captain without even thinking (Roles, you're so stupid.)

“Too bad these aren't those fancy new pipes they're putting in a Trgovina*,” he said, seemingly offhandedly, “They're metal, but boy do they bend easy. You' could probably just flex and bust them from the inside, big guy.”

Of course! That was a much better plan than trying to force the Captain out. If she broke the pipe that was around him they could free him that way. That wouldn't even take that much magic. She'd just need to find spots in the structure where she could easily force in just a tiny bit of ice magic, set them all to go off like a small delayed blast, link them together with a small magical "fuse" and then create a rune to trip them. It was a little more complicated now that she thought it to herself, but it was far from anything impossible. She took a deep breathe and began to focus her magic.

She slowly began to weave her magic down the shaft the Captain was trapped in. Finding spots where it felt slightly easier to lock it in place; likely spots where the structure was already weakened through either poor workmanship or... however many years of use. She made sure to keep the magic on the outside of the pipe, to keep from potentially giving the Captain a nasty case of frostbite anywhere on his body. Essentially she was placing dozens of small ice bursts and regular intervals down the shaft, and slightly down each side as well. Once activated it should collapse this small section of piping around the Captain allowing him to climb out of the hole with no trouble.

“Alright...” she said, as she drew a small run in some of the gunk that had collected on the street near the sewage pipe, and imbued it with just enough magic to act as a charge for all the small connected bursts, “If you... if you just apply some force here M...Sh..Sir, the charges I set should cause the pipe to collapse around... the... Zō.”

And if they didn't do the job on their own, they should cause enough structural damage to the piping that a few more strong strikes should cause it to collapse anyway. If it was even half a poorly put together as the Colosseum in which they'd just been then this should be perfect.

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Things certainly could've gone worse. Kaspella's blood ran cold (metaphorically) as the First-Sword harshly dismissed the Sixth-Sword that had escorted them. But she was quick to speak words of comfort, despite the protests of her son. The draconian didn't let her guard down for a moment though. The First-Sword was ruthless, she had to be ready to pull out a wand to make an escape at any time. Fortunately, it seemed that the First-Sword had no hostile intentions. She merely intended to talk. Over tea.

"Of course, venerable First-Sword, it would be my honour," Bai Suzhen accepted with a gracious bow.

Tea was poured by enthralled zombies with supernatural control over the liquid. A disturbing, yet opulent spectacle. A display of power, Kaspella suspected. As she was offered her tea, a brief moment of paranoia struck her. What if they were trying to poison her? No, that was a ludicrous idea. She was in the innermost sanctum of the Yakaze Clan, everyone here was deeply loyal to the First-Sword. If the Yakaze Clan truly wanted to kill her, they could have her and the rest of the party devoured by zombies right here, and word of it would never leave this room... Somehow, that was a comforting thought. Confidently, she took a sip. Ah... She hadn't noticed how thirsty she was until then.

"Bai Suzhen. Your prophecy intrigues me. Possibility I have mused, the artifact's location manifest by means of old Tengu magic, but not one I have been able to verify. Secrets such as this are bound in forbidden lore vaults....Vaults sealed behind combinations only known by certain vile Societies I do not permit in my city. Vaults I am ashamed to admit my Yakaze cannot breach, much less locate. And here your Role grants insight to information I have killed for. Unjust, these Roles which guide our short lives. Wouldn't you say?"

Beyond just information that she would kill for - information that she has killed for... All these subtle displays of dominance were not lost on Kaspella. The use of the word 'society' also concerned her. If the First-Sword knew that only the SSS would know that information, she might've overplayed her hand a little. She hoped that the tengu's desperation and her pragmatic double-bluff would be enough to stop her from connecting the dots for the time being, but she had to tread carefully.

"The Roles work in unpredictable ways," Bai Suzhen responded poignantly. "Even with the blessings of the Seer, my vision is limited by their designs. Frankly, my visions of the egg were a mystery to me at first. A mystery that only began to fall into place when your loyal Sixth-Sword held us up." She took a sip of her tea. "The sudden and unexpected betrayal of my companion, I took as a sign from the Roles. They were guiding me, I believe, directly to you, First-Sword."

"I must admit, much is still unclear to me," she continued. As she had sensed some suspicion from the Tengu ruler, she made some attempts to make herself seem like less of a threat. "I am unsure of the powers of the Tamago no Ten. And, assuming it is not an egg that anyone is actually going to lay, I don't fully understand what is meant by an egg born in the cradle of matrimony." Bai Suzhen paused meaningfully. This was another trap. She hoped that the word matrimony would be enough to make the Yakaze think of Genzo's marriage. If that worked, she could make the whole plan seem like it was the idea of the First-Sword, making Bai Suzhen look much less suspicious than if she had simply proposed the plan herself.

She continued, laying down her plan. "The phrase that intrigues me is the ending... A blind eye, a fading life... That is the phrase that spurred me to seek action to begin with. As a Seer, my eyes see things that others do not. Whatever event it is that my precognition is guiding me towards... I foresee that if there are only 'blind eyes' there, the consequences will be... quite serious."
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Novelle's plan was quite different from what Moe conceptualized. The idea of using ice magic to burst it open was not one that Moe thought feasible, though he also had no knowledge of the pipe's structure. That it would be that easy to break out was an advantage, which Novelle took. She could be quite competent when the situation allowed her to shine, without her doubts clouding her judgement. Her words were still as broken as ever, and made it clear that she was unable to remember Shemp or Zō's names, or else failed to understand that he was not her superior and Common did not use "the" before proper nouns, and it was unlikely that her grasp on Common had slipped quite as badly.

"Understood." Shemp said, as he walked towards the designated force point. Jen had been quite unclear about how much force would be needed, and Moe would rather not overexert himself before possible conflict, so he calculated quickly how much force would make sense for the situation. Overshooting would be better than undershooting, so he went for slightly higher than he expected would be enough to lower risks. As such, lines of light appeared on Shemp's oversized arm, before he swung it against the force point, with enough strength to cave the ground around it. That should, by all means, be enough. Greater strength should not be needed, but had he miscalculated, he was ready for an even greater impact to progress the mission.
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"I must admit, much is still unclear to me [...] And, assuming it is not an egg that anyone is actually going to lay, I don't fully understand what is meant by an egg born in the cradle of matrimony."

To this, a cup clattered to tabletop. Genzo made a sound of disbelief, something between a honk and a growl, much to his embarrassment.

"There is no such egg clutched in Yakaze grounds, obviously!"

His mother's hair roiled like thunderclouds. Her gaze shot like a bolt of lightning from behind the mask. Speaking out of turn would do Genzo no favors in dealing with these imposters.

"A blind eye, a fading life... That is the phrase that spurred me to seek action to begin with. [...]I foresee that if there are only 'blind eyes' there, the consequences will be... quite serious."

The First-Sword inclined her head, long nose pointing spear-like at Bai Suzhen the Seer. She folded her fingers in her lap, not amused but not hostile.

"'A fading life...', yes, I see. I'm certain it surprises you not to find me but a sickly old crow at the perch. As for these 'blind eyes' you speak of, who can ever truly know. My servants? One could avert their eyes for but a moment and the quickest poison would happen into my evening miso. My advisers? Too clever and endlessly patient. My prisoners?" The First-Sword laughed coldly. "Well, who could ever be certain of what one may say with their neck pressed to a bloody stump."

Genzo hoped the interlopers would hesitate in their scheming at the veiled threat. His mother had already been drawn in too far. She had become coercible in her failing health, not helped by taking a chance on the so-called Healer who lurked like her shadow behind her throne. Strangers appeared more fruitful than family.

"Perhaps the blindest eye is mine," she continued. "Blind to my own debilitation until far too late. Insistent upon sweeping the filth of this city back underground regardless of the toll it took on my body. And now, if not for my Healer, I would not even have lived to see my own child's union. It is this you seek entry to, Bai Suzhen?"

She couldn't be serious. The fact they would permit strangers into a highly secret-yet-lavish affair lay far beyond reason, but the sheer chaos caused by seating four when they expected two? Genzo could weep.

"Belief or disbelief in your visions rests with me. Only a miracle could rid me of my bad blood, and that miracle lies in whatever secrets our fabled Egg may hold. Serve me, Bai Suzhen, you and your entire party, and I will make use of your visions during and far after the ceremony. Genzo!"

He rose and bowed perfunctorily. Genzo hoped his mask concealed the obvious distaste he found for the situation; first, his Mother recruited a hulking, ghastly excuse for a cleric who emerged if from the shadows to simply serve at her beck and call, and now--and now--these absolute cads had further fast-talked themselves into her good graces. Spend too much time putting out one fire, only for another to grow. And how he sorely missed that first fire, his betrothed, who now stay sequestered all alone in Genzo's paltry downtown manor.

"Yes, First-Sword?"

"Show our prisoners hospitality befitting the most powerful Tengu clan in the world. See them boarded and fed, for tonight they shall accompany you into the city."

"Into Neoyomi? For what purpose, First-Sword?"

"As I stated. If our Seer intends to serve me, I will see to it her abilities are tested. And none would prove her precognition more adept than a means of circumventing the vault." The First-Sword shifted her gaze from her son to her chief prisoner. "I hope you understand the task at hand, Bai Suzhen. Safely see my son and his troops into that lost archive, where we may acquire texts locked away to entire generations of Tengu, and you will have earned you and your cohorts a place at my right wing."

"Preposterous. You mean the heir of the criminal underworld to infiltrate the Neoyomi Precinct Guard* accompanied by Yakaze Aeromancers and a gaggle of traffickers?"

She nodded. "To seal our rightful perch atop all of Neoyomi, my son, rests with your ability to bluff the authorities."

Genzo beckoned, and guards rose to escort the group to the Yakaze Estate's holding quarters. He glowered down at the four mysterious envoys. "Well? The tea can wait. Follow me, esteemed guests."

He barely missed a step on his way out. What, did his mother expect him to make small-talk to the prisoners? Her pet projects hardly seemed priority when he had an entirely secret-yet-tastefully-elegant wedding to lay the finishing touches upon.

The holding quarters lay hidden not far from the First-Sword's tea room, though locked behind a series of trick corners, sliding walls, and rotating floor panels. Holdovers from a primitive era, when a Shogun's battles were fought force-to-force rather than across city yards and by political power-play. Confuse and disorient the enemy if ever they breached your home base. An art of war not lost on his battle-hardened mother, who unfortunately could no longer deduce enemy from ally.

"Here," Genzo instructed.

He opened a heavy metal door disguised as bamboo wall with a precision burst of air magic. As it swung open, the holding quarters revealed themselves as a thousand steps up from likely whatever mildew-soaked brig had previously held the imposters. Six modest but comfortable bed mats lay perfectly-spaced between bamboo partitions. An eclectic store of books and trinkets lined heavy shelves which had been firmly fastened to floor and wall. It even boasted a simple-yet-tasteful washroom adjoined in the back. Despite its relative luxury, Genzo knew the quarters impregnable to all but the most obvious use of force. And the guards stationed outside wouldn't hesitate to subdue--or kill, if necessary--prison-breakers.

"I will send for food, water, and drink. See to it you seek some semblance of rest, lest you fail to lead us through the law's territory. I can think of the authorities drawing no greater satisfaction from uncovering Yakaze plot under their own snouts."

He instructed the guard to usher the prisoners inside, then slammed the door with a gust of wind.

Rezo took a deep breath as Novelle etched a rune into the gunk near where his neck pressed into piping. So resourceful! What kind of mystical enchantments had she now chance to demonstrate after training in the time between their missions? Would she enlarge the pipe? Warp Rezo several feet into the air? Perhaps to a learned Enchanter, there simply was no pipe?

"Nameless zuman girl, thank you. You've come a long way." Wait. Damn it, Rezo. Couldn't blow cover after all this. "...Er, literally-speaking. Distance-wise. A long ride on the magnetic train! It's a non-sequitur."

Thankfully, Moe cut off any further verbal blunder as he pounded the rune with his fist. Immediately, it reacted: bone-chilling bursts of magic erupted around Rezo, one right after the other. Not painful, per se, but certainly not something with which he sought to be so tightly cocooned. He wriggled in discomfort, and then the shift of his chest dislodged stone and metal.

Water poured in around his face, sloshing about his midsection before freezing to rime and splitting the stone at ground-level. Rezo heaved, his failing reserve of strength suddenly motivated into overdrive after being compressed in ice-cold water. He hefted himself above-ground, shaking off beads of ice, then nodded at his small assembly of loyal companions. And the straggler. Zō wished to wave their guest off, but he lacked both time and convincing aggression. As a river of zumans fleeing Theodorus' Throne closed in around them, one poor soul falling head-over-heels into the pit Rezo had just vacated, he hoped Novelle's strange hanger-on would lose them in the crowd.

"No time to waste. I have a lead on where we may be able to get to the surface. Last Call."

What had Camila, the undead rogue, said? Zō only knew Last Call the name of a tavern in the Underhaven. Though he couldn't imagine what sort of incredibly niche patronage their establishment would draw in a town whose populace hadn't the need for food, drink, or rest.

"Come! Now!" Rezo beckoned to his group to go with the flow of zumans. "And keep your eyes peeled. I believe we're heading to the leisure district."

Leisure, a strange notion in this bizarre city. Zō narrowly avoided colliding with a pair of black-robed occultists as he pushed through the throngs. Needed to be careful, despite the urgency. Who could know what dangers lurked around the corner for undercover agents of the SSS as they ascended cityside to both seek their quarry and reunite with the other half of the party.

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* Neoyomi Precinct Guard: The police force of Neoyomi. They occupy a central bureau and several smaller stations throughout the city. Their attempts to fight of corruption and villainy in their city have famously failed in the last few decades, particularly after dissolving alliance with the SSS.
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Re: Role Slayers: Role for Initiative! [RP]

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Despite every worry that immediately began racing through Novelle's mind the second that she declared her task finished, her idea worked. Moe slammed his fist into the ground, an odd glow engulfing it(Was that a Monk thing?) as he did. The force of the attack was more than enough to set off the ice charges that were tied to the rune that she had set. The sound of splitting stone came loud and fast.

She watched as the Captain squirmed as the ice did it's work, and she was beset by more worry that she'd overdone the charges. If she put to much power into them she could, in theory, freeze the Captain solid. That would be... thankfully the pipe crumbled around he before any of those thoughts could full take hold of her. The large man heaved himself out of the hole.

"No time to waste. I have a lead on where we may be able to get to the surface. Last Call.”

“Yes...yes sir,” Novelle replied, getting to her feet shakily. The spell must have taken more out of her than she had thought(Probably that waste of magic earlier, you know, like you, a huge waste).

"Come! Now!" The Captain commanded, as he began to lead the them deeper into Neo Yomi, "And keep your eyes peeled. I believe we're heading to the leisure district."

Novelle quietly fell into step behind the Captain. She didn't know at all where he was leading them, outside of the name of course, but she would just have to trust he knew where he was going.

“Th...Thank you,” She said quietly to Moe, “Ah'...Ah'm sorry... I don't know what happened. Thank You.”

Aidan

Thank the Boatswain*, his luck had held and Jen was actually an Enchanter. He'd been a little worried, only for a moment, that she hadn't been truthful about that. It would be a weird thing to lie about, but considering he'd fibbed about his Role right off the cuff, he couldn't begrudge himself for considering the possibility. Nor could he had begrudge her for having done it. Thankfully, she'd proved his, very slight, worry wrong.

Honestly, he couldn't believe how well his luck has held so far. Tracking down the ever moving “showroom” of The Menagerie*. Then, managing to not only break in, but also steal their master ledger, and raise a little bit of hell for them on the way out too. Unfortunately, Griswald, the Bubak* in charge of the whole operation hadn't been in at the time. That probably would've burned all his luck right there, but he still would've loved to have taken the head of at least one snake. In any case, the ledger had led him here, to Neo Yomi. A city which was ruled, almost openly, by it's criminal element; the Yakaze Clan.

He was glad that Kono had chosen not to come with him this time. The Oni had left her home as a child, when the Yakaze had first begun their real rise to prominence. Her parents had seen the warning signs of what was coming and fled to avoid it. Even if she didn't remember much about the city itself, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to return to it so radically changed from the stories her parents must have told her. Yeah, as much as he would have liked knowing there was someone who had his back, it was better she wasn't here.

No time to think off topic though, he needed to focus on following Jen and her companions; whoever they were. Normally, he wouldn't have to much trouble doing it, but whatever that shorter Zuman boy had done was still playing a havoc with all of his sense. He'd only caught a quick glimpse of where that strange red cloud had come from, having been mostly focused on keep his eyes on Jen, but it had definitely come from that area, so it was only logical to assume he'd been the one who cast it. And, whatever it was he was still shaking off. Thankfully, it wasn't to hard to keep track of the massive man trying to weave his way through the crowd of Zumans still fleeing from the strange throne room they'd just been in.

That was a whole other can of worms entirely, and one that Aidan was fairly certain he didn't want to get involved in if he didn't have to. He'd had a basic idea of what to expect coming into Underhaven, and it had not included a literal Petty-King who seemed to be prepping for an all out war. Hopefully he could get in and out before that popped off, because he could only imagine it would make everything that much harder. He supposed that put him on a time-clock, one that had started counting down long before he got here, and which he no way of knowing how much time was left on. He sent a quick prayer to the Boatswain, and hoped that his luck would hold out just a little bit longer.
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The Menagerie - An ever-moving slave market. They pride themselves on their ability to acquire "unique products for all situations" upon request.
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Re: Role Slayers: Role for Initiative! [RP]

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"There!"

Zō pointed a large finger in the direction of two coalescing paths. Underhaven had been set up nearly circular, with Theodorus' Throne weighing down one side of the wheel. Zō imagined it tipping, tossing its denizens into the abyss at any slight provocation. On the other end, where fewer ramshackle tenements piled atop each other, hung a sign.

'Last Call' screwed itself onto a wood and cobblestone building sunk directly into sheer stone cliffside. Zō directed the group towards it. They blended in, as roughly a third of the crowd splintered off in the same direction. Where building ended and cliff began, Zō couldn't quite tell. It had no roof, stretching endlessly to the underground darkness above, ceiling so black and distant it seemed more a starless night sky than cavern. With little hesitation, Zō pushed himself to the front of the crowd, breaking the tide of zumans for his own deadfaced party to follow, and threw open the doors.

"Now we investigate. Gather information. Keep your eyes about you and alert me if you catch sight of that foul woman who got us into this mess." 'Camila,' Rezo fumed. For what purpose had she both prompted his imprisonment only to facilitate his escape?

'Last Call' didn't perfectly remind Rezo of the pubs and taverns back in his home city, though not for a lack of trying. Rezo simply lacked the experience rather than the dwelling wore inauthenticity. Unbecoming of the Aurumaeli City Guard, to engage in libations and drunken displays among the common people they swore to protect. City walls would only prove as strong as the drunkest brick, or however that saying went.

Tables of varying sizes and styles lurked in the flickering shadows of the floor of the bar. When occupied, Rezo couldn't help but notice the patron rarely cupped a mug of ale in their hands. No, instead he spied dishes of overripe fruit, chipped trays stacked with paltry slices of meat, and mismatched teacups full of simmering water. Phantom meals, he realized, with sullen zumans sitting over their eclectic plates and simply taking in the sight or smell, but unwilling or unable to sample a taste.

Zō acted casual, still wary of Novelle's hanger-on, and swaggered with perhaps too much gusto in his step up to the bar. A zuman woman missing most of her nose hissed as he approached, clearly unwilling to share her spot at the bar as more bodies began filing into the establishment.

"Whattya havin'?" The zuman behind the bar had a more youthful complexion than most of the undead Zō had observed since coming to the Underhaven, though his raspy drawl and missing arm offset it. He wiped his one hand on a patchwork apron, sizing Zō up and down. "One of the livin', eh? Egh. Don't take it the wrong way, pal, but I can't turn a profit if you actually goes about eatin' my supply."

Zō couldn't speak to its quality, but even still, just seeing food reminded him of how he hadn't eaten since before they departed Tetraldabaoth.

"...Fine. Can you manage to part with some water?"

The barkeep stroked his chin, then shrugged. He pulled a stained mug from beneath the bar with a flourish, then put it beneath a tap and slammed on a lever. Nearly-clear water sloshed into Rezo's mug.

"Cleanest in the Underhaven," said the barkeep. "Tapped into one of them springs above in Monster Town. Got so much of it, the louts, they can just spit in the stuff. Not even consider it. Er, hmph. No offense. Not like I can drink it neither...."

"None taken." Rezo handed over a few gold coins to the barkeep in exchange. Definitely overpaid, but perhaps the gesture would earn some favor if it came down to it. Plus, Rezo wasn't the type to plan on pocketing mission stipend as an unofficial bonus.

He turned to observe the floor once again. Upon further inspection, he could glean a few pairs of living eyes amongst the zuman population. It seemed this bar boasted one of the few pockets for Neoyomi's two segregated populations to intermingle. Taking a sip of the water, he found it to be slightly alkaline, but then downed it a moment later without hesitation. Too long without rest, food, or water. He could only imagine how overworked his zuman-passing teammates felt. And, Paladin sustain them, he couldn't even fathom how Kaspella's half of the party fared.
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