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After a fruitless adventure looking for Warhorse Hoofprints, the adventures spot scouts from the Undead Hoard heading to the Gates of Uznair. Weapons drawn, they rush back to the city, just in time to take part in Besieged!
With some guidance from the local physician, Vallianeux successfully made her way to the San d’Orian Embassy nestled within the beautiful Ru’Lude Gardens district of Jeuno. She was greeted by the somewhat terse secretary Nelcabrit before being led in to meet Ambassador Jima--whom she found to be much more amicable. Vallianeux imagined that Nelcabrit was the picture of what one expected the stereotypical Elvaan to be: serious, unemotional, and self-important. But the ambassador was nothing of the sort: warm, patient, and empathetic. This was precisely the sort of Elvaan Vallianeux wanted to be. Whether or not she could successfully embody that ideal would soon be put to the test, as one of her first missions for the embassy would involve introducing herself to the Archduke!
Alpha becomes visibly disturbed, growling as he snatches the box, clutching it tight, he bellows out a roar himself, a hand rising to summon forth more machines. From the ground below they pull themselves up, mangled masses and white machines move to burst from the dirt to counter the oncoming resistance. Explosions quickly ring out as the confusion and rush of chaos suddenly sets in. With eyes off the Creator, he moves to remain with Malika at her side with a small wheeze as the world around them churns in a swirling sea of chaos. Glimmering skies turn blurry and dark as smog drifts through the ruins.
[What follows are direct excerpts from the fourth part of the Ranger event!]
This will be under the cut as well!
The skies become blurry and gray as smoke rises and the tinge of war settles in. Frustrated, Alpha turns to the raging tide of battle. His free hand thrusting his hand towards the sky before closing it into a fist and thrusting it down onto the field! Bolts of Energy fly from the air just above his fist, crashing onto the ruins and battlefield scattering everyone within the ash and dust! As he does, mortars began to launch from the mountain ledges themselves, their bombardment crashing onto the edge of the cliff where only soldiers of Porcelain stand, aiming to destroy the rearguard of Alpha’s forces!
Unfortunately, the Rangers find themselves scattered among the numbers! Having been caught in the foray to rush towards the shimmering gate the Rangers are split apart! Bodies ripped from one another as explosions chase their paths through the air before they land.
Konnor and Luke looked to be spared most of the newly erupting chaos, finding themselves near one another as the smoke starts to clear only slightly. A man in robes rushes to their side, however. A hand quickly throwing back his hood to reveal a young man no doubt in his late twenties. Light skin with broken glasses and short cut, but greasy brown hair.
The Young man bows his head towards Luke as he speaks, his right sleeve is rolled up quickly to reveal a bangle, something that looked like a watch at first glance but however.. it was not. "I was hoping we would've met in better circumstances!" He calls back with a cough, several others in hoods behind him revealing their faces. Three more, young men and women.
"Rest easy, Scholar.... We got your message.... Let's get you home."
The Creator, Fiona, Gaz and Lily are tossed close towards the edges of the cliff’s edge, rubble and dirt become their landing spot as fires lick at the sheer edges of the cliff! Several porcelain machines crash in chunks near them, their bodies still moving.
S’ento and Nenet are thrown further along the cliffs from the throne platform. The chunk of earth that they find themselves on begins to crumble however, plummeting to solid earth below. Through sheer fate and miracles however… they land on a smaller cliff beneath the lip. Bruises and almost broken bones no doubt… Ouch.
Malika and Bella are ripped from the Creator’s grasp, landing in the thick of the war, smoke and dirt their only allies in the field of shattered automatons. Alpha however, still stands at the top of the throne platform, overlooking them both. The box tucked beneath his arm.
As the Rangers move to escape, the resistance pulls the attention of most of the porcelain mannequins to the far reaches of the cliffs, the fighting moving towards the mountain passes as they work to give you time to escape. But as they do, the deafening thoom of an airship thunders from above. Through a tear in the sky comes a familiar shape, its presence shadowing the battlefield as cannons shift, protruding out of the hull of the massive metal behemoth. Cannon fire rains down from the machination to bombard the battleground, pummeling it till the skies were covered in soot and ash.
From above, the flagship that decimated much of the Ranger city before continues to hang low, its cannons bombarded the region in attempts to quell the resistance in one fell swoop.. Yells and thunderous echoes crash into their chest as the earth grows unstable more and more by the second. Each round, each salvo of artillery crashing into the earth and ruins mercilessly. Round after round the explosions edged closer and closer along the cliff face and towards the portal!
Several shots careen through the air, splashing through the shimmering gate, aiming for the world behind the shimmering glass!
Those that have slipped through the gate already, find themselves once more in the blistering cold of the Coerthan Frost. The Portal behind is shimmering as you realize you're in a higher place than you were before, upon ice-covered peaks, blasted by the lingering blizzard that was present when you first departed. In the howling winds, the chaos of war and thunderous cannons breach the gate. It remains open.
to my bestest personal, wonderful, soul binding friend. He knows How much I adore him, some of the art we did together.. I have tons more.. I just wanted to share how much I love and adore this man in my life... he made me remember I was an important being in this world. Even if to no one else he made me feel that way. He taught me to appreciate a friendship that transcends all things.
I went to Menphina’s Bosom for their Valentione event. Now, this is not my favorite holiday, as I’ve said, but there were to be some performances, so I took Cinnamon for a walk through the Beds and stopped in. I left Cinnamon outside, of course. There didn’t seem to be too much trouble for her to get into in their yard.
I sat at the bar and ordered the drink special, which turned out to be something called Love Potion #9. It was sweet and tasty, and it had some rolanberries in it, so it was enjoyable, if ineffective. Love potion--ha! Maybe if you drink enough of them, you fall into bed, but probably not love. Still, the price was reasonable, and it was, as I said before, sweet.
I wore red because . . . well, that’s what I do, usually. But I didn’t consider the season, and everyone was in red as well. I did some people watching while I waited for the performers.I saw a woman who had a really cute skirt, so I decided to go over and ask her where she got it. I know, I know, this is out of character for me. Trying to remember the last time I did such a thing, actually . . . nope, it’s gone.
Anyway, her name turned out to be Tika, and she was quite pleasant to talk to. She seemed dismissive of her outfit, though I liked it quite a bit. Turns out, she was dressed as a witch at one of the costume contests I went to back during All Saints’. I didn’t recognize her out of costume. Wait . . . let me rephrase that . . . I din’t recognize her in different clothing.
We talked about a bunch of things, like injuries and recoveries, and bit about performing. It made for an interesting evening. And then the performers took the stage, and they were all quite good as well. Miss Lexy performed. She is a bit like me, in that when you talk to her after a performance, she seems to underestimate how well she did. But I remember the first time I saw her perform, which I believe was the first time she had EVER performed, and she has grown so much. I would say she should have more confidence, but I have the same issue, so who am I?
So Tika and I exchanged pearls, and maybe she and I will chat again some time. I didn’t really expect to meet a new friend, just hear some good music and have a drink, so I would have to say the evening went better than expected.
And Cinnamon was well-behaved outside, so no fines to pay either!
