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the-house-of-the-nine · 4 years

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In Mind of Misery: Manipulation, Part 7

[ And so the journey begins. Three Separate stories to tell here all happening Simultaneously. Attacking from three fronts, is this the beginning of the end for The Nine? Please Like, Share, and Follow us! We are hoping to get new people coming our way, and could use the love! Thank you everyone!!!!! ]

Cast:

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl, Marseille, Raelyndia Duskhollow

[ P.K ] - Kretus Dark

[ V.D ] - Verzatea Duskflame, Pame Myl’Brin

[ J ] - Jursol, Jimba, Mawa

[ T ] - Talisin aka The Boy

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[ V . D ] Pames eyes next move to inspect Jursol, her voice cautious as she inquires, "Are you alright?"

[ J ] Jursol remained silent as she waited for the order to press on. Knowing everyone was at alive, or as alive as they get was enough for now. There was work to be done. Even the voice did not phase her enough at this point.

[ V . D ] The general unwaver to Jursols demeanor was enough confirmation for the kaldorei whom, with a single nod, would begin to wade the blood with a grim expression-- Until that voice rallied their spirits and taunted them with its games.

Verzatea clutched at the child whilst her eyes scan the darkness, trying to pinpoint just where the voice was... To no avail. Leaving a frustrated Tea to scowl and murmur her hatred. Pames demeanor changed with the beckoning words, her eyes piercing the darkness with a ferocious glare.

She'd move toward the nearest wall to begin feeling its smooth structure for notches or carved sigils, past experience encouraging her inner huntress to scout for clues.

"Last I was in this sort of situation my team foolishly split up in a maze on the hunt for an apostate,"

The Kaldorei remarks,

"We thought we could handle the target on our own if each of us did encounter him solo. The apostate drove us all mad with games, all searching for the clues he set up to lead us to him. Some were sent straight into traps that ultimately cost them their lives. This Raelyndia woman is by far a greater threat than some psychotic genius with a penchant for investigating games and murder. Splitting up could be a fatal mistake."

The kaldorei had offered her history unprovoked, a show of trust on the elf's part. She didn't often share so freely-- but with her experience against corrupt mages it seemed she vehemently wanted to protect their mission and ensure everyone got out alive. Perhaps her advice could sway them the right course; Or so she hoped.

"Staying still is surely not the answer,"

Verzatea voices, her arms hugging the unconscious boy close whilst staring around the area which Marseilles light illuminated.

With a furrow of her brow the sindorei murmurs whilst dipping her fingers into the blood before lifting her hand to eye level, inspecting it closely in the dim lighting. Her eyes then swiftly inspect the Inquisitors side, staring at the hand hovering above the eye on his hip. She had a theory... A troubling theory which coiled her stomach and made queasy with unease,

"Lazarius... If this is possibly a conductor, what if this is meant to be similar to the void forge, but a different creation with a specific purpose?"

With a final breath Tea would inquire,

"Has... Has Whistletorque ever even theorized about a portal that might be powered similar to the Void Forge?"

[ L. K ] Lazarius was not entirely stunned by the suspicious nature of the others, they never knew her. There were books within the Bastille and logs of her exploits but none of them knew her. Everything they were experiencing here was simple in its design but she was always plotting, always planning.

When Verza finally said he name he turned; she could tell by his expression; Lazarius was frightened. It was rare to see him truly in fear but they had to remember this woman was his world for nearly two hundred years.

She owned him, she groomed him to be her successor and now the threat of her presence; it was causing him a great deal of alarm. He would listen to her as she spoke but only shake his head in response.

“I don’t know. The gnome is brilliant at engineering from prints, that was why we needed to reverse engineer the forge. Once we had schematics we were able to build. I don’t think the two have anything in common. This place was built long long before the Void Forge we designed. This was something entirely different.”

“Come my children. You have returned home. Come to me....”

[ V . D ] Gently the woman would begin to pick the boy up, eager to pull him from the shallow depths-- only for Pame to intervene and take him from Verzas arms. The grateful Confessor would smile gently, a gesture acknowledged by a single nod from Pame. The kaldorei was certainly stronger than Verzatea, and with Marseille to light the path Pame found use for herself in taking the responsibility of carrying the unconscious little one.

In turn this would allow the Confessor to cross the distance between herself and the Inquisitor. As she strides across the room she'd express with certainty, aiming to encourage the group-- but especially she wanted to ease the Inquisitors mind,

"Then let us keep our wits about us even more than before. Caution and patience will see us through. We're with you Lazarius."

[ T ] Once again, the boy stirred, shifting in his captor’s grasp as he suffered an intense nightmare from all the saronite around him. He’d not yet wake, but there were weak struggles against an imagined threat.

[ V . D ] Pame would take a moment to wipe what blood may have collected on the boys face, cleaning it away from his eyes, lips and mouth so he isn't inhaling the concoction, tasting it or getting it into his peepers if ever he were to wake.

It was a bizarre show of gentleness from the kaldorei that ended as suddenly as it begun, for quickly the kaldorei would bring her attention back to the room.

[ J ] Jursol heard the voice again, but this time she was a bit more, disturbed by it. It angered her more then anything else. She did not know this voice, nor why they would call them her children. Her worry was not only for herself, but now the others. This place was a huge trap.

The raptors made aggressive sounds as they heard the voice, each one moving into a formation best they could around Jursol, and the others. They seemed to be listening to each step anyone made now in this bloody mess.

“Is da boy dreamin?” Jursol said as she moved near Pame looking at him.

“Dis place be full of traps. We be in great danger here. Keep our wits, watch for any danger der be. Da Inquisitor be our first concern here. He be what da lady is after I be sure of dat.”

Her steps following with Pame as she kept glancing to Lazarius. She was worried for him more then anyone.

[ V . D ] Pames head would bob in show of her uncertainty, her shoulders lifting slightly before settling on communicating her answer to Jursols query,

“Might be. Not sure."

The concern for the boy swiftly became concern for everyone, silver eyes admiring the tactic of the raptors, like massive walls of muscle with fangs and claws to act as a defense.

It brought forth a memory that.comforted the kaldorei, allowing her to relax enough to focus on the situation rather than worry about the future.

[ L. K ] The blood soaked pools of the Duskhollow Ruins that filled the floors and seemed to give the room an eerie and pungent odor continued to horribly stain the lower ends of the Inquisitors robes. He pressed on, trudging through the gore and floating viscera that drifted by them like debris in a river after a heavy storm.

Lazarius was unaffected by the conversations that were happening around him, whether the 'boy' was alright or not, if they were in danger or if this place was trapped. His eyes and his mind were on one singular door, and it was a door with the same symbol that each one of them wore. The mark of the Nine, the twisting serpents which coiled around one another with the Shath'yar writing within them.

"Systematically I would deduce that this door is the door we want to enter. . ."

He said out loud to himself as if he was trying to deduce what was behind each one without having to open it.

"If I were a betting man, this would be the door I would trap. Never-the-less, I feel that--"

BOOM

The sound of a drum, one that was so loud that the entire crypt shook with a force that was equal to that of a massive giant walking above them.

BOOM. BOOM

Another loud crash that seemed to shake the room around them. It was loud; and coming from the depths in and around them. Marseille would react by slowly turning around with the torch, trying to see if he could hear or make out anything that was possibly happening around them.

But it was deterred by the sound of what appeared to be sloshing, and splashing.

"What. . .in the name of Azeroth is that sound . ."

He said curiously moving down closer to the only open part of the chamber. They were in the main atrium with two doors on either side of them, one door with the mark of The Nine.

The stairs behind them were still a slide, there was no getting back up that, and in front to the north was a long dark hallway, that seemed to have a sloshing sound coming from deep within.

Lazarius was peering around the room as he moved toward one of the other doors, determine to figure out the riddle here as he noticed the closer he got to the door on the east wall next to the one with their orders symbol, that it would begin to change from grey to blue to black. Odd.

"What are you doing Rae. . ." he said to himself, trying to understand the methods of the mad-woman.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The sounds of that sloshing and splashing and strange wet noise was muffled by the clapping thunderous bangs that surrounded them from above and below. Marseille inched closer to the long exiting hall and had drawn his throwing knife; it was clasped with the heavy end of the hilt skyward while he clung to the blade.

"I. . .see something. . ."

He mumbled softly, his glowing eyes trying to make out whatever was in the corridor. It was roughly 10 feet tall by 12 feet across and extremely long; long enough that they could not see the other end at all.

"It's. . .what is th--Gods!"

Marseille was NOT normally one to react so suddenly. His instant shock would cause him to back peddle and become almost encapsulated with fear.

"Get the boy!"

Barreling down the hall was a most hideous sight. It was the massive head of what appeared to be a human man; taking up the entire width and height of the hall. It was grotesque and dripping with various fluids of blood and saliva from its massive mouth that could have easily gobbled up any one of them.

Just barely able to peek around the mass of its head was what appeared to be a grub like body similar to a worm or larva; it was using the walls on either side of its portly body to wriggle its way through the blood pools toward them.

Its eyes had been sewn completely shut and its teeth were filed down to points. It was chomping and spitting and hissing the entire time as it forced its way down the hall at a lumbering pace.

"Lazarius pick a door! We need to get out of here now!"

Marseille said as he immediately hurled the blade into the face of the creature and embedded the weapon into its face. It did little to nothing to stop it and would not cause it to even flinch.

At that same moment, six slithering tendrils of dark energy ripped out of Lazarius' flesh; peeling his robe back like it was tissue paper and erupting from the eye on his abdomen.

The tendrils would coil around his neck, arms and legs, while two others gripped either side of him like legs in order to move and pull itself around.

Lazarius screamed in shock from the pain mostly but before any of them could even think to react to that; there came Darkness once more. The disgusting tunneling head that was creeping from the depths of the hall had spit out a dart of noxious flem; it struck the torch Marseille was holding and began to peel away at the flesh on his hand; it caused him to drop their only light source into the blood pools they were standing in; plunging them all back into darkness once more.

"ARGH!"

He howled, realizing what had happened before howling out.

"MASTER!"

The Shal'dorei grabbed blade after blade and began flinging them toward the darkness of the tunnel; hoping to do something.

"Where is he? Find him! And get one of those doors open! Pame! Now!"

Seeing the collected and often reserved elf so rattled by this experience was not only hard to imagine, but was probably unsettling. But if any one of them was going to pretend the experience was not nightmare inducing; then truly they were in denial.

For this was the realm in which fear was born; they would forever be scarred by this experience here on that fateful night.

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To be continued in “In Mind of Misery, Manipulation, Part 8″

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kitanoko · 7 years

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The Ring in Toril

A BNHA Dungeon & Dragon AU ft. TodoDoki, Yaoyo, Kaminari, Jirou

Author’s note: Hey everyone! My friend Koda wrote this and would like for me to post it on my blog ‘cas he has no tumblr account :) It has references to most dnd games and he also wrote it pretty reader-friendly for those that has never played dnd either!

Press ‘Keep Reading’. Enjoy and please reblog/like/comment!! Rated: K+

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The nervous traveler pulled out a potion from her satchel and took a deep breath.

She peeked at the labels one final time then raised it slowly towards her trembling lips. The container was as small as the grip of her palm, but she knew better than to discount its potency. She threw her head back and downed its contents in one gulp; the taste of metal oozed from her mouth to the back of her throat.

A chubby store owner looked up from behind a counter. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

“For the love of Talos, drinking a Potion of Master Thievery right in front of me?”

“I-” The girl gasped, her cheeks flushed to the color of scarlet. “I thought computer controlled characters can only interact with others in a predetermined-”

“That was patched yeeeears ago…”

“Ah! Shoot! I- I’m sorry mister. Please forgive me, I have no-”

“Sheesh...” the man rolled his eyes briefly at this ridiculous juncture. When he looked at her again, she noticed a hint of compassion in his voice. “What level are you, anyways?”

She looked down at her toes, “…three…”

“Ack, whatever.” He waved her off. “But by the sound of that you’re too weak to use my equipment too. Go kill some kobold to level up, you know? There’s an open field not far from here…”

“Yes mister!”

The shy girl nodded her head eagerly as she dragged her feet towards the front door. Her face still red hot from before, the only consolation being that there was nobody else there to see her.

She took a few steps away before the man called out again.

“You know what…” he said sympathetically, motioning her to come back. “A traveler left this thing here awhile back. It looks powerful, but I don’t have the means to identify it. If you want it, it’s all yours.”

He held up a strange looking ring and pinched it between his fingers. The girl was speechless.

At first, she looked at it. Then, it looked back. Her gaze gravitated uneasily towards two green gemstones that filled the eye sockets of a tiny skull-shaped emblem. It sat in place of the center stone. The band was thick and entirely ancient, but there was no denying the magic that seeped from it.

“I- I don’t know what this is either but… I bet it’d fetch you some good coins?”

“Yes – but I don’t want to be associated with selling magical items, you see.” The man added. “But please, I insist. It’ll do way more good in your hands than mine.”

The girl could fire off a hundred ways he’s wrong, but the fact remained: she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She knew she had no business wearing a ring this powerful, but another thought quietly snuck in. If she had something like this, she reasoned, her family may still be alive.

“So?”

She gave in at last. At worst, she’ll sell it for a few coins.

“O- Okay! I’m sure I can take it to the temple and one of the nice priests there can help me...”

“Fantastic!” He said. “Please, be careful with it.”

She was barely out of the shop before she playfully stuck her finger through its deathly hollow.

~ ~ ~

“Oh come on, you must have heard of Drizzt Do'Urden. The first interracial couple in ALL of Toril?

“OF COURSE I HAVE! You are an idiot Kaminari. For all he’s done to preserve the peace in our times, you remember him as the drow who banged up a human chick?”

“Well, I for one, believe the continuity of our mixed gene pool is vital to the-”

“Please stop.” Jirou pressed her hand against her forehead. “Todoroki, what do you think?”

The confirmation she waited for never came. Instead, she found him completely distracted, eyes dancing from one street merchant to the next, oblivious to their admittedly pointless discussion.

“Huh? Sorry-” Jirou’s stare jolted him back to life.

“… Never mind.”

Daylight was barely visible over the horizon, but the bazaar was already bustling with travelers. Scattered wagons decorated the dirt road while the sun tainted the market a serene orange. Merchants wrestled with each other for the most profitable spots, offering food, spices, magical scrolls (authenticity not verified).

The three travellers expertly maneuvered themselves through the crowd, juggling their weapons in one hand and coin pouches in the other. Once in a while, frightened animals would stomp through the narrow alleyway, leaving behind a dirt cloud that masked the smell of sweat and rotting carcass.

“Alright – I’ll bite.” Kaminari said at last. “What in the world are we doing here, Todoroki? Buying gifts for the girlfriend you don’t have?”

“Be patient, Kaminari. We’re bounty hunters, we don’t exactly advertise.” Jirou said.

“HA!” Kaminari snickered and held up a finger as if he uncovered a giant revelation. “BUT – if we never advertise, how would anyone know to look-… Oh... Fuck.”

Jirou grabbed Kaminari’s enchanted spear Carosymr off his back and held it in front of him.

“Do you see anyone else with a weapon this obvious?” she said.

“WELL-“

“Wait! STOP-” Todoroki shouted, pointing his finger up ahead. “That girl! She-”

In a distance, a young lady was curled up on the ground with her left hand holding a fist around her finger. The skin around her hand had a startling purple tint, which was rapidly spreading up her arms. Todoroki’s words trailed off as he bolted down the street, knocking down a drunkard in the process.

“Hold still!” He commanded her as he bent over, grabbing onto her shoulder while she shook violently. Activating his ice quirk, he crystallized the girl’s arm, stopping the infection from reaching her body.

With his free hand, he unclenched her fist and slipped his fingers over hers. An intense heat radiated from them. Todoroki locked their hands together and mumbled under his breath, casting a cure serious wounds spell. In seconds, the purple plague began to recede, circling back to a peculiar ring fixated on her finger.

“T-Thank you mister, thank you so much…” she whispered, holding back tears. The pain had subsided considerably, and so has her composure. “It’s stuck… I can’t take it off…”

Kaminari and Jirou looked down in horror, speechless.

“That’s because it’s a cursed item…” Todoroki said in between breaths. “We need to ask-”

“WAIT!” Jirou yelled. “I recognize it.”

As a ranger specialized in tracking, she had the highest lore of the group.

“But this… this can’t be. This is the Ring of Gul. It belonged to a demi-lich Kazit Gul, but I haven’t heard of him since at least… 578.”

“So… what do we do now?” Kaminari interjected.

“We can either leave her at the temple and wait for Reverend Elminster to take a look, or-”

“No, we’re not leaving her there.” Todoroki jumped in. “What’s the other option?”

“Go to the Graveyard District. If we can find his crypt, we can also defeat him and lift the curse that way. And don’t worry Kaminari – the treasures in there will be worth ALL your troubles.”

“TSK! Who said that’s what I care about!?”

“I-” the girl spoke up, her voice trembling. “I’m only level three… I can barely-”

“Don’t worry!!” Jirou wrapped her arms around her and lifted her up. “We’ll keep you safe. Let’s go!”

“What’s your name, by the way?”

“Yaoyorozu.” She said, smiling.

A few steps away from the village, Kaminari burst out into laughter.

“Yaoyorozu, not to be mean or anything…” The warrior still couldn’t contain himself. “You saw the giant skull on the front of that thing right? That looks – Cursed... As… Fuck…”

Before Yaoyorozu could even get a chance to respond, an iron fist flew out from Jirou’s arms. It landed squarely on Kaminari’s jaws, sending him tumbling over a sand dune.

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The journey to the Graveyard District took up a big part of the day, as it was close to nightfall when they reached the cemetery. The area was quiet and devoid of life, short for a few stray animals still scavenging nearby. Kaminari’s Ankheg plate armor clanked as he walked, breaking up the eerie silence.

The district was roughly the size of a small village, encircled by dense vegetation from all directions. A large but otherwise plain-looking chapel sat in the middle. Around it were several well-kept altars that doubled as the entryway for what must be extravagant underground chambers.

Jirou led the group towards the center, carefully recalling from her memory the lost relic that transcribed the tomb’s location. Mid-way through her quiet mumbling, however, she stopped and held up a fist in the air. Todoroki looked in silence as she bent down to plug her jacks into her boots.

“We’ve got company.” She said at last, calmly.

“Heh!” Kaminari uttered. “I was getting bored! LET’S GO!”

“They’re strong…” She continued, completely ignoring Kaminari’s remarks. “They’ll be here in less than two minute. We need-”

Before she could finish, a shadowy figure seemingly emerged out of thin air and started sprinting towards them. His target though, was singular. Yaoyorozu gasped. Her legs grew weak… and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move them.

Kaminari reached for his weapon, but it was no use. The assassin closed the distance in a blink of an eye and pulled out a poisoned dagger from his belt. Yaoyorozu helplessly stacked her arms in front of her as the assailant lunged forward. But just before the blade touched her arms, an outer skin of stone rose from the ground and enveloped her body. The assassin staggered a few steps back.

“A CONTINGENCY SPELL, GOOD ONE TODOROKI!” Kaminari yelled as he turned to face the killer.

The contingency spell is an ability casted beforehand that takes effect when someone is in danger. It can only be used once, but the delay was all the time Todoroki needed. The assassin tried for a second attempt by downing another potion of invisibility, but the battle mage was ready. He clenched his fist and two ice shards shot up from under the man, holding his now-invisible outline in place.

Without another word, Kaminari pulled out his Carosymr, supercharged it with electricity, and launched it sharply towards the assassin. The spear made a direct hit. It stopped in midair as it lodged itself into the man’s body. Blood began gushing from all directions.

Yaoyorozu fell down in shock as the other three jumped in to form a triangle around her.

Some few meters away, a fleeting wind picked up the scattered leaves of yester-season and hurled it into a dance. The sun had fallen off the horizon and a blanket of dark clouds billowed into its place.

The heroes readied their weapons with their backs against each other.

To their surprise, the rest of the party unceremoniously appeared right in front of them. A dimension door appeared near the chapel and out walked five well-equipped men. The first two were a fighter and an archer, followed by two magic users. The leader of the group came out last. He was an underwhelming dwarf fighter with a sparkling pink warhammer.

In formation, the men’s battle-hardened composures were both admirable and unequivocally chilling. They wore the same silver crest around their chest, a reminder to the world of much darker days.

“Iron Throne mercenaries…” Jirou mumbled, “I think I know what they’re after…”

On the dwarf’s command, the priest began casting defensive spells, turning the warriors into invulnerable killing machines. From afar, the archer took aim, and a sea of arrows began ploughing through the sky.

Todoroki grabbed Yaoyorozu by her waist and dived behind a tombstone. A flaming arrow shot past them and drilled itself into the base of a tree, setting it ablaze. Jirou deftly jumped out of the line of fire before firing off a shockwave of her own towards the enemy. It had little effect on the two warriors now gunning towards her, but her blast temporarily repelled the arrows away.

Kaminari chugged down a Potion of Frost Giant Strength and slammed his spear into the ground, creating a static field around the four of them. He then pulled off a few darts of stunning from his waist and hurled it towards the dwarf. It dug into his armor, but the dart’s effects were negated by the priest’s spells.

“FUCK!” Kaminari muttered. “Here they come…”

The two warriors picked up speed as they closed in, completely unfazed by the barrier. Jirou positioned herself for another shockwave, but she was completely caught off guard by their next move.

With perfect coordination, the sorcerer in the back casted a polymorph spell on the two warriors, turning them into flesh golems with immunity to electricity. The ground shook violently with the metamorphosis and a destructive fissure shot across the field. Jirou lost her footing and fell on her back.

A monstrous fist connected on her body moments later.

Yaoyorozu let out a startled cry. She impulsively poked her head out over the barricade but was quickly yanked back in. She watched helplessly as Jirou’s body tumbled backwards like a rock skipping on water.

At last, a layer of ice shot out from below and shielded her fall. Yaoyorozu took a deep breath and turned to look over her shoulder. Todoroki was sitting with his back against the tombstone, panting laboriously.

Kaminari took the opening to launch a counterattack. Even though the golems were immune to electricity, the shapeshifting spell meant that they were also without the protection of their usual armor. Kaminari ran up to the golem who swung at Jirou and spiked his spear into his flesh. As expected, the weapon sunk in.

Using the spear for momentum, the warrior dodged the golem’s incoming fist and vaulted himself over the towering monster. As he flipped over the giant’s head, Kaminari spun around and carved a horizontal slit across the back of his neck. The golem clumsily swung his arms back before letting out a wild roar.

“FUCK! YOU!” Kaminari screamed at the top of his lungs. Splatter of blood streaked down his cheeks.

Unknown to him, however, the archer had camouflaged himself in the woods. As Kaminari turned to face the second golem, the archer fired off an arrow of biting and drilled it into his back. The Ankheg armor protected him against the arrow’s penetrating force, but the effect of the poison was immediate.

Kaminari felt his heartbeat speed up, but he was in no position to inspect his wounds. Instead, he made a run for the fallen golem to retrieve his weapon. As he ran, paralysis started to set in. He took a few more steps before tumbling and face-planting into the muddy earth.

As he fell, he saw the world spinning around him. And at last, a curtain of darkness draped over his eyes.

“What do we do… what do we do?” Yaoyorozu repeated frantically as she clung on to Todoroki’s arms.

The battle mage peaked over his shoulder, as composed as ever.

“We have to get them to safety. Pick up Jirou and meet me back here!”

Before she got a chance to say anything, Todoroki ran out into the open, firing off a barrage of fireballs to cover for his tracks. The other golem saw what he was trying to do and began charging towards Kaminari as well. They both got to his now-trembling body at almost exactly the same time.

Instead of trying to pick him up, however, Todoroki purposely overshot his position and slid between the golem’s legs. He grabbed onto them as they came into range and instantly activated his quirks with max power. One of the golem’s legs immediately froze solid while the other burned to a crisp.

Todoroki continued with the offensive by thrusting his palms against the golem’s back and channeling a sunfire spell into the core of his body. To his surprise, the golem absorbed the bulk of his spell and used it to propel himself straight up into the air. As he dropped down, he reverted his body back to his dwarven-form and greeted Todoroki with a scorching hammerhead.

The battlemage darted back in surprise. He had hoped to disable their leader quickly so that he could deal with the rest of his party, but it had become apparent that it wasn’t going to be the case. He stole a glance towards Yaoyorozu and Jirou, and his heart sank.

The archer, now wielding a long sword, had closed the distance and taken Yaoyorozu and Jirou hostage. Her staff was broken in two and flung a few meters away, evidence of a quick submission.

Todoroki scanned her body from afar for any signs of her well-being. Her face was as pale as a corpse. And even at that distance, he could make out the tremors of her tiny body. She kneeled on the ground in front of the archer with her hands locked behind her head.

“On your order, Commander!” The archer shouted back at the lull of battle.

“Oy, Good work Baron.” The dwarven fighter brushed off the dirt from his armor and looked towards the two girls. “Th’ ranger be useless fer us. Kill th’ girl now!”

“NO-” Todoroki yelled. “She-”

“Save it ye slag. Me deal with ye next!”

The archer raised his sword and aimed it to the back of her neck. But as he slashed downwards, a piercing ray emanated from Yaoyorozu’s eyes. The blinding light caught the archer by surprise as he jumped back into the protection of the canopies. The two fighters looked on. Disregarding their current situation, they looked at her with equal parts bewilderment.

Todoroki sprinted towards her to try to help, but an intense force field kept him from moving any closer. Yaoyorozu screamed out a deafening wail as her body levitated. She no longer had control of herself. In a demonic voice, she blurted out a series of incantations, and a cloud of fog submerged the entire battlefield.

Within seconds, the dwarf and his men were completely immobilized. His entire party was now curled up on the ground, gasping for air.

What in the world. A billion thoughts raced through Todoroki’s mind.

Yaoyorozu had casted Abi-Dalzim's Horrid Wilting, an eighth level necromancy spell.

But as quickly as it began, the beams faded from her eyes as she plopped back down to earth. She heaved heavily for a good ten seconds. When she finally looked up, her eyes met Todoroki’s and a stream of tears rolled down her face. A complete reversal of her natural innocence.

Todoroki walked up to the frightened girl and kneeled down. He wrapped his arms around her and lightly warmed up her frigid and cold body.

“I- I feel strange…” She whimpered, “Like my soul had been drained out of me…”

“It must be the effects of your ring. Whatever it was, we will figure it out soon.” Todoroki said. “Come on; let’s move underground before more parties show up for you.”

Todoroki lifted Kaminari over his shoulder while Yaoyorozu cradled Jirou in her arms. Slow and steady, shoulder to shoulder, the pair walked into the nearest altar and descended into the catacombs below.

(End of Part 1)

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