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thatcrazychalupa · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Fjord had many surnames: Stone, Tusktooth, Swiftblade, Sea demon, and a few more colorful unflattering ones. He was born in the Dwendalian Empire, his first memories being a slightly run down but functional orphanage. Life was hard there, but not unduly cruel. However, he was not allowed to stay long as the Empire began a crusade against any they deemed heathenistic enough not to be welcome in their Empire.

Being half orc in blood, and showing that side visibly in his appearance, Fjord was forced to flee the orphanage and the empire when he was ten years of age. He found refuge on the seas, the captain of the ship "Hellwinds" allowing him to join the crew. For the next ten years he had been a sailor. During that time, the crusade in the Empire ended but the prejudice did not. Fjord soon found his allegiance siding with the Xhorasian Dynasty, especially when the prejudice turned to war with his new found home.

Long, bitter, harsh years followed; the war dealt heavy blows on both sides of the conflict with neither looking to become a victory anytime soon. Fjord led a group of warriors in the last two years that had made a name for themselves both in the Dynasty and the Empire. Somehow they picked up the name Mighty Nine from some one with a strange accent, and it had simply stuck. They were a mixed number of people from both sides of the conflict, all banding together with the common goal of ending the bloodshed.

Fjord, the half-orc warlock, had been elected as leader (generally just in public as the group was close enough to call each other family) and was viewed as Xhorasian in origin. He was still dealing with problems regarding his patron, yet the war had proven distraction enough in recent times. Mollymauk and Yasha were also viewed as Xhorasian in origin. Mollymauk was a Tiefling, vibrantly purple and ostentatious in dress, and a Bloodhunter by trade. Yasha was a fallen Aisimar barbarian, her size, milky skin and black hair enough cause for most any of the Empire to dismiss her.

Caduceus and Jester were considered neutral in the conflict, both from regions uninvolved in the fighting. As a Firbolg, Caduceus was better accepted on the Empire side despite his white pallor and bright pink hair. Meanwhile, Jester as a short blue Tiefling was better accepted by the Dynasty. As the clerics of the group, that had made it easier for them to gain trust of the others when they had initially joined.

Nott was a goblin, hated by both sides but her skills as a Rogue made navigating that minefield of danger possible.

Lastly, their one member from the Empire, Beauregard. A human expositor from the Cobalt Soul, the monk had been an invaluable asset during the last few weeks preceding the peace talks. While the Cobalt Soul was part of the empire and supported it, they had their own agenda that, thankfully, involved an end to the bloodshed.

The group now resided in a keep that was situated close to the main pass that connected the Dynasty and the Empire. As a mix of both sides, they were the front line for assuring peace and keeping any thoughts of invasion far from becoming reality.

Apparently, however, King Dwendal thought their numbers skewed too far in favor of the Dynasty. Thus, the group had gathered in what had been a war room but was now called a conference room instead.Fjord laid the message out on the tabletop, tapping it once as he announced the contents without preamble. It was the easiest way to get the rather chaotic group’s attention. "As a sign of their commitment to the peace, the Empire is giving us one of their Archmages."

There was a sharp outcry of 'what' and 'why' and Fjord held up a hand to still any arguments as he continued. "Her majesty did mention this as a possibility." He reminded them, speaking of the Bright Queen. "Most of us are from the Dynasty, it’s not so strange they want another representative of the Empire."

"But an archmage? Fjord, you have to admit, that is a little suspicious." Nott argued.

"Our group isn’t just a figurehead." Caduceus reminded the goblin. "We guard the pass and the villages around it. We show that both sides can fight together, not just against each other. It makes sense someone with battle capabilities would join our number."

"Better someone who can fight than some political liability we have to look after at all times." Fjord agreed, attention turning to Beau as the monk shook her head and leaned forward to speak.

"Unless things have changed dramatically in the last year since I've been away, mages aren’t well respected in the Empire and they don’t have much political power. There are a couple at the top, in charge of the assembly, that do. But the rest..." Beauregard shrugged.

"That could have easily changed. The last few months of fighting involved a lot of mages on their side." Molly reminded them. "Some of them leading the charge."

"Because they were running out of soldiers, same as us." Nott interjected.

"Exactly." Beau took up again, giving a brief nod of agreement. "Otherwise I doubt King Dwendal would have let them lead in the last few battles like they did."

"Okay, we don’t have to worry about this mage being sent for political reasons then." Fjord commented, trying to corral the discussion to stay on topic. "Much as I would love to trust it's for the continued peace and nothing more, there’s still the possibility he's a spy, here as a strategic way for the Empire to get some advantage before restarting the war."

Their group had worked hard to help bring about this ceasefire, Fjord did not want their hard work undone by one bloodthirsty Empire Archmage.

"You always say the best way to get to know someone is in battle, why don’t we do that?" Jester asked, breaking Fjord from his thoughts.

"That might not be the best idea." Caduceus negated. "The peace is too new and fragile. Even practice combat might be taken the wrong way."

"And accidents do happen. I don’t trust them not to make that claim if someone were hurt or killed during the spar." Nott agreed, also concerned with the possibility of war reigniting. Lack of political power or not, the Empire mages were fierce and ruthless in battle, as Nott has witnessed firsthand more than once.

"There’s been rumours of a pack of dire wolves over near the Gandre Forest. Killing sheep, pets, small children. Anything of a size that gets close." Molly offered. "I'm sure we'll get a request soon, that could be our test run?"

Fjord's gaze drifted over to Nott. The best thing about their group was that, while he was technically the leader, they were all close enough that they all viewed each other as equals. Each person had their own strengths and weakness, and they respected each other for that.

The goblin nodded. "I'll verify if it's true and get a location. Or find something else if it is not."

"Thank you." Fjord said, then leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

"Fjord, don't worry." Yasha spoke up, leaning forward with a concerned expression. "If this mage causes any problems, we can just kill him"

Fjord huffed a short laugh. Yasha's brand of humor (and he hoped it was a joke, though many times only Molly was ever truly sure when she was joking) was always unexpected. "Let's try and avoid that, but thanks."

"I'm sure killing is unnecessary." Molly offered, the Tiefling’s fangs showing through his wide grin. "I'm sure Beauregard would be more than willing to straighten this mage out on who gives the orders here."

Surprisingly to both Fjord and Molly, Beau neither agreed nor laughed, just frowned deeper with an irate grunt.

Fjord sat up again, remembering that the Cobalt Soul and the Cerberus Assembly, where the entirety of the Empire mages were trained, were not on good terms. "Beau, you gonna be okay with this?"

Beau met his gaze and nodded slowly. "Yeah. Personally, I haven’t had much interaction with the Assembly. Bunch of stuck up pricks run the place. So long as we aren’t saddled with one of those assholes, I'll manage. If the point is starting the war again, makes sense they'd pick a freaking mage..." she growled.

Fjord wasn’t entirely convinced of her anger. There was a hint of doubt, a held back judgement for whoever the newest member of the group might be. Fjord took that as a good sign that, hopefully, this wouldn't be too much like throwing gunpowder on a blaze.

He took in a breath as he laid out the final tidbit of information. "They'll be here in one week. Master Trent Ikithon is escorting the Archmage here. The letter doesn't give a name but does mention he had seen battle during the fighting."

"It’s this other guy, not Trent, that's staying, right?" Beau asked.

Fjord nodded confirmation and Beauregard leaned back in her chair with a muttered 'good'. The monk didn’t look too interested in sharing if she had any concerns, so Fjord let her be. There were enough preparations to make without antagonizing the monk.

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Caleb Widogast was not what one would call an imposing figure.

His hair was a dirty red, disheveled most of the time even when he made an attempt at making some order out of its chaos. Perhaps the chaos was within his own mind, thus the reason for his continued failure in such regard. His clothing was deceptively ornate, though if one were a purveyor of such it could easily be recognized as subpar material.

The Cerberus Assembly had wanted to display their wealth and power, yet fine linens were not wasted on war dogs such himself. Mages were to be of use, not to decorate the court. It made little sense to robe the mage in lavish clothing when he was simply to be of use in combat. Of course, some had argued that a gift must be properly adorned, and as such a middle ground had been reached.

Whether this truly had been the events that led to his current delivery to the Mighty Nine, Caleb did not know. He was not privy to the discussion and subsequent decision, nor was he informed of the following discussion of logistics. He could only surmise what had occurred given his current circumstance.

Three days he had been traveling with his Master, Trent Ikithon, with still two more days left in the journey.

He did wonder about those he was being delivered to. He did have some inkling of who they were, the Mighty Nine were famous within the empire. Caleb was unsure if their name was meant to be the common nine or the Zemnian word, something he pondered during the journey, given the number of individuals in the group was only currently seven. Even should they feel the need to include his name among their number, it would not add up.

Whether they would view him as worth such, he was unsure.Most of them were from Xhorhas, so Caleb had little idea what to expect of them. He had no frame of reference for how the Dynasty viewed mages, nor where he would fall on the social ladder. His excursions into Xhorhas had been for battle purposes only and he'd had no permission to explore the culture. The Nine had, apparently, accepted the offer of himself, though Caleb knew this was no accurate measure of their intent.

Whatever his standing with them, he did not presume it would be very high, especially given the human monk, expositor Beauregard, that was a part of the group. To say the Cobalt Soul did not like the Cerberus Assembly, nor the mages it produced, was an understatement. While Caleb had only experienced this prejudice through cold looks and avoidance, he often heard of less subtle actions from Master Ikithon. He had begun to have doubts as to the validity of all of the information Trent imparted to him, yet had no other frame of reference to the truth.

From the information that had come his way regarding Beauregard, the woman was a formidable force. Opinionated and headstrong some had described her. Caleb had little doubt her views would not be hidden, and had likely been spread to the others. He hoped that would not be the case. It was... difficult living and obeying Master Ikithon who's actions and instructions were (so the man oft claimed) for Caleb's own good. He did not look forward to trying to please those who held his very existence against him.

Conjecture did little good and often led his mind down a dark path he would rather not follow. He was to follow the orders of his 'new masters' as Master Ikithon had so in-delicately put it. Trent had not been pleased to have his prized pupil taken from him, though he had been quick to devise a way to turn the situation to his advantage. Above obeying the group, Caleb had a separate set of instructions from his Master. Trent was not a man to lay out all his plans, so currently Caleb knew only that he was to gain the trust of these people, prove his loyalty however possible, and wait.

Easy enough, as he would have done so in any case. Obedience and loyalty were key to survival. Should the group be displeased with him, he would be returned to the Empire, to Trent, and his failure would not go unpunished. The thought made his heartbeat quicken in his chest, Caleb sneaking a quick glance at his master, paranoid that Trent would somehow see the weakness inside of him.

The other man, however, remained seating with his gaze cast outside of the carriage. His gaze was sharp, calculating, and Caleb knew he was not idle during this long trip to the keep. Whatever his Master planned; Caleb was sure to learn his part in it in due time.

Caleb turned his gaze out the small window as well, letting his eyes roam over the open terrain as they moved steadily closer to where he would be staying for the indefinite future.

#critical role #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #angst fanfic #completed #mollymauk x caleb

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aiden-roa · 3 years

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File about my oc creepypasta Insane Madness, it is free to use, they should only give credits if they use it

Real name:

Thomas Edward

Age: 15 years

Pleasures:

Bother

Talk

Kill

The chocolate cake

Play with his ax

Personality (it's just with your friends):

Friendly

Clumsy

Stubborn

Annoying

Happy

Personality (in front of who does not know):

Clumsy

Annoying

Somewhat stubborn

Diva

Disease:

Schizophrenia

Nervous ticks

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Homosexual

Family:

Emma Wellington (Mother)

Stuart Edward (father)

Known:

Brandy kain (bully)

Estefanie hellwind (bully)

Slenderman (boss)

Job:

Slenderman proxi

Appearance:

Long brown hair with black tips, pale skin, yellow eyes, red bow in the hair with which a ponytail is made, white shirt, black Rosario anreves, black leather jacket, brown pants and a rosary that he has in his pants which is white

History:

Tomás Edward was a cheerful and enthusiastic young man, although at the same time somewhat clumsy and annoying, he always liked to watch anime, play video games and read creepypastas, his favorites were always the proxies of slenderman, although those tastes were not well seen by his parents and school, everyone used to call him the weird boy or Insane Madness in mockery of his illness since Tomas was born with schizophrenia and this used to give him a lot of problems and if it wasn't schizophrenia it was the nervous ticks that they gave him when feeling pressured or seeing his Parents fight, even so he always tried to show a happy and kind smile to the others, one day Tomás had to do a rehearsal with Brandy and her gang, they always bothered Tomás for his schizophrenia but the teacher didn't seem to mind, He tried to ignore that and go to do the rehearsal at Brandy's house but when he got there everything went wrong for him, Brandy and his friends did not stop bothering him and they grabbed him by the arms while Brandy threw him ga solina to his mouth and then set fire to it and kill him, because brandy had no problem doing it because he lived alone and when he made it, brandy only said "Do you like those stories so much? Well, what if we make you look like one of them?" Tomás was terrified after hearing that and woke up in a hospital with bandages over his face, his parents took off the bandages and saw that Tomás fancied parts of his face, because all the part of his face was burned His mouth could not be saved and he was left with pure bone and some meat from under his nose to his chin, Tomas fell into tears when he saw himself, his parents tried to reassure him but it was in vain he felt like a monster when he saw himself like that and decided put on a mask to hide that part of his face because he did not want anyone to see that park that he did not have of his face, so remembering what Brandy said he decided to dress and put on the jacket that his father gave him for his birthday, this was A black leather jacket and followed by that he put on his mask to match his jacket and went for his grandfather's ax, he decided to customize it to his liking and go for brandy and the others but he would not do it just for that he would invoke slender and masky, Tomás prepared t He heard and when invoking them everything went well only that they at first tried to kill him until he managed to convince slender to belong to them, slender saw the potential of the boy and allowed him to join but he had to show him before what he was capes taking him with brandy I murdered him, Tomás obeyed the orders of slender and murdered Brandy without thinking twice.

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without-school-or-style · 4 years

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(NR)LFRP - Joey Madison

AKA (Not Really) Looking For RP. I mean, if you want to, shoot me up a message on Tumblr. Otherwise I’m not actively seeking RP at this point in time. I saw this Tumblr thing going around and thought it would be a good method of introduction? I hope. :D (I just copy-pastaed this spiel from my other Tumblr.)

Joey Madison

The Basics ––– –

Age: Difficult to determine exactly due to a variety of reasons. He just says he’s as old as he feels and that’s that.

Birthday: 15th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (February 14)

Race: Lalafell Dunesfolk

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual (loves his wife, not interested in a relationship otherwise)

Marital Status: Married

Server: Aether -> Sargatanas

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Blond, medium to long-length bangs parted in the middle, tapered at the back of his neck.

Eyes: Crimson red

Height: 3′

Build: Ye Average Lalafell Potato Body.

Distinguishing Marks: His face has become lightly freckled ever since he came to Eorzea.

Common Accessories: None

Personal ––– –

Profession: Counsellor. Sidekick for hire. Also works as Reonora Aestethe’s retainer and also as an employee at her store. He takes care of duties related to making clothes, books (usually sewing signatures), and anything culinary, manages daily tasks, and also a little bit of customer service here and there.

Hobbies: Playing guitar (acoustic bass, acoustic, Spanish - do these exist in Eorzea?), likes to hang out at the Gold Saucer just for the games and the noise, reading, devising new combat/magic techniques.

Languages: Common

Residence: Currently living at his Free Company (Eidolons) house.

Birthplace: Fortuno, a modern, militaristic city in another world.

Religion: Although he believes and respects all religions, he isn’t particularly religious himself.

Patron Deity: Azeyma

Fears: Being called out as a fraud due to being self-taught in many things, not being helpful or good enough, training where people can see him.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Cecille the Brave (aka Iris Hellwind, aka Sana Banana). She is the reincarnation of his wife in many other universes, but even then, Joey fell in love with her on his own. They have a relationship where she takes the lead and he fusses over her, but she takes care of him when he needs it.

Children: None. Unable to have children though he doesn’t want any.

Parents: He doesn’t have parents so much as that he has a couple of people he shares DNA with. It’s a long story.

Siblings: Joey specifically has no siblings.

Other Relatives: N/A

Pets: A fat cat named Lily, though she only responds to ‘Fat Cat.’ While Fat Cat belongs to Reonora officially, Fat Cat became instantly attached to Joey from the moment they first met and follows him everywhere.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: None because... Drugs: ... he is boring... Alcohol: ... like that.

RP Hooks ––– –

“Welcome to Fortunes & Fancies!” - Need anything WVR, LTW or CUL-related things? He’s there to help to the best of his ability. He also has a small amount of experience related to oracle cards in case you’re seeking Fortune & Fancies’ divination services as well.

Mages and the Voidsent Machine - Related to the Thaumaturge quest, Joey has heard that mages are being captured or killed. For this reason, he is seeking out to protect his fellow mages, especially those who are the reincarnations of his former comrades. If you are such mage that’s being chased by voidsent cultists or just related to the THM quest in general, he’s willing to help.

Friend For Hire - Joey is a counsellor/therapist by trade. Need a friend on your travels? He’s there. He’ll also accompany you on your travels and take on any role that you or your group needs. Though if he sees you sad, depressed or downtrodden, he’ll come to you first. Rumors have claimed that he’s good at helping others to train and so he can help you better yourself in that regard as well. Though for a variety of reasons, he’s very, very reluctant to join in himself...

Contact Information ––– –

PM me on Tumblr here or at @aspected-benefic!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #rp

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newx-menfan · 3 years

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Dreams do come true! ♥️

#Hellion #Julian Keller #Wind Dancer #Sofia Mantega #new xmen #new x men #x men #x factor #new warriors #Marvel #academy x #new x men academy x #winds of hell #Helldancer #Hellwind

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aspected-benefic · 5 years

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FFXIVwrite2018 #16 - Bond

Word Count: 1,801

((Aye, is late. I still wanted to finish this since this entry is dedicated to @abeat, the most wonderful girlfriend ever. She is going through a rough time right now and I wanted to do something for her. Also thanks to her for the Executioner’s lines. The four sisters and the Executioner belong to her.

This is based off of an old RP we did together. Though the RP is unfinished, I imagine this is what would happen later.))

Party:

Maroda Metzger: PLD | Teremy Itsubishi: WAR Reonora Aestethe: AST | Princess Kneesaa (aka E-e-e-e-e Ewok): WHM Ash Lawrence: DRG | Xiaoning Shou: MNK Joey Madison: RDM | Yappy Dog: BRD

Trial: Executioner (Savage)

The party’s leader, a Paladin named Maroda Metzger, tapped the special linkpearl created solely for her group. “Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear… somehow...” spoke the party’s Monk, Xiaoning Shou. “These winds are deafening!”

“All right. Brave these winds a little more, everyone! I see our mark up ahead.” said Maroda.

On the open field, the winds screamed a near-deafening roar. However, the primal who hovered in midair, preoccupied with her own ritual, was not Garuda, but a woman whose very aura emanated energy of pure malice. Enough to make the more aether-sensitive members of the party cover their mouths lest they succumb to the ill sensation in their stomachs.

The Executioner herself.

Some of the party members had been told that this is their mother, a being who had become obsessed and corrupted with power. Others were told purely of their evil. But regardless of what any of them had been told, all eight had two objectives, one mission.

To stop the Executioner’s ritual and free her daughters.

The eight-person team, lead by Maroda Metzger, stepped into the midst of what appeared to be an elaborate ritual circle. Surrounding the ritual at four specific points were the ones the party had come to rescue.

The Hell sisters. All unconscious with their limbs rope bound onto tall crosses.

To the east hung a blonde lalafell who called herself Cecille the Brave. However, both her appearance and disguise were nothing but ruses to hide her true identity as Iris Hellwind.

To the west hung an elezen of extraordinary beauty, Lavender Helltear.

To the north hung a miqo’te innocent of face but steel of resolve, Holly Hellhound.

And to the south hung a dark-haired lalafell, the ever-sarcastic but kind of heart Camellia Hellfire.

“They’re still alive. I still sense magical energy from them.”

The party’s White Mage, Princess Kneesaa, nodded in affirmation.

Joey continued. “Their positions indicate their respective elements: wind to the east, fire to the south, water to the west, and earth to the north. I’m also sensing a buildup of magical energy in the center. The Executioner’s starting her ritual.”

Maroda narrowed her eyes, “Not if we can help it. C’mon!”

Taking what could very well be her last deep breath, Maroda stepped into the center of the arena. As she did so, the wind stopped and she could hear again. Her example by leadership paid off as the rest of the party followed without hesitation.

Once all eight party members stood in the midst of the giant ritual circle, an ominous shadow underneath the Executioner herself slowly loomed over them in greeting. “Well well well...look who it is. The almighty saviour has appeared!” chortled the inhuman echo of her voice.

Though the Executioner’s height made her appear like she looked at the entire party, her eyes looked upon but a single member.

Ash Lawrence, the party’s Dragoon.

“Oh, look my dearest daughters, a saviour and his motley crew have appeared to save the day! Are you not pleased? Oh, right, you can’t be, you’re barely still alive.”

The Executioner’s cackle vibrated through the arena that sent chills up the adventurer’s spines.

“So you found me. Oh no. Whatever shall I do. So what now? Going to run me through? Overcome my terrible evil in the name of justice, love, and all those other pleasant lies you mortals tell yourselves to feel better about your short and pathetic lives?” She cackled again. “That, of course, is being generous with the assumption that you have the power to even scratch me. Let alone stop the wheels I have in motion.”

Ash twirled his spear in his left hand and slammed the handle end on the ground. “You speak of a saviour, and a saviour implies that they shall be the ones doing the saving, no?” He asked in his heavily accented Ishgardian accent. “Bold of you to assume the results without before the battle. Do you count your chickens before they hatch as well?”

“Won’t let me have who? These four that you so desperately cling to? As though they were even alive?” The Executioner waving a shadowy hand around the room. “I am not ‘counting’ anything. I am reclaiming what was already mine. These four are not alive. They are merely extensions of me. Little more than puppets on a string. Strings that I control.”

The Executioner held her palms upwards. Invisible strings attached from the sisters to the tips of the Executioner’s fingers made themselves known as coloured energy streamed forth from the sisters and into the Executioner herself. The sisters who once appeared unconscious cried out in pain. The party members stepped forward. The healers even held their weapons at ready, but hesitated. No telling what would happen if they made any rash moves.

Thankfully for the sisters, the Executioner stopped her energy drain. Her actions served no other purpose than as a warning. “So you’re here on your merry quest of righteousness to ‘rescue’ these extensions of myself? As if it is even worth saving mere puppets from their one true purpose?”

Without hesitation, the party’s Astrologian, Reonora Aestethe, balled her hands into tight fists and looked up at the Executioner dead in the eyes. “Yes, they are! Perhaps to you they are nothing but your puppets in your twisted little show, but to us, they are so much more!”

Reonora gestured to the elezen to the west. “Lavender… she taught me the value of friendship, of being a good friend you can care for, but also that good friends will care for you as well!”

Reonora gestured to the blonde lalafell to the east. “Cecille the Brave--no, Iris. Perhaps she and I have not always been on the same foot, but she showed me that one does not need to always get along to be true, loyal friends.”

Reonora gestured to the dark-haired lalafell to the south. “Camellia… she taught me to open up and speak my mind. Tell jokes. That people are not always what they seem.”

Reonora gestured behind her to the miqo’te to the north. “And Holly… she taught me what it means to feel valued… and loved.”

As though Reonora’s shout was a war cry, the other members of the party stood up. Maroda was the first after Reonora to step up.

“That’s right!” Maroda shouted. “Holly taught me the importance of not running away. She also gave me the courage to stand up to the people who tried to control me. Just like how I won’t be controlled anymore, I won’t let you control them either!”

The party’s Warrior, Teremy Itsubishi, slung his oversized axe over his shoulder. “Pfft. Speaking of Holly, I’m more than happy to show you what she taught me--” A red aura--the manifestation of his inner rage--temporarily flashed, shaking the earth underneath his feet. “--with this axe.”

Princess Kneesaa took a single dainty step forward, clutching her staff in both her hands. “Lavender helped Princess Kneesaa to save taint Kneesaa’s people had become.” She spoke in a dignified Ishgardian accent. “Lavender is true friend! Kneesaa protect Lavender!”

Joey stepped beside Kneesaa and looked up at the Executioner. “And Camellia helped me to move on from the past and instead fight for the future. Fight against the stupid strong people who oppress the weak. Like you!”

Xiaoning balled her hands into tight fists, similar to Reonora, and stamped her foot, also shaking the ground. “Not only is Lavender a frequent guest at my inn, she’s also the bestest friend a girl could ever have! Besides, you’re not gonna break Lavender and Ash up! I’ll make sure that they’re together forever!”

Ash held a gloved hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Thank you for that, Xiaoning.”

“You’re welcome!”

Ash lowered his hand and looked up at the Executioner. “The mistress--” He took a quick glance to Cecille, “--is quite the handful. Yet, as her retainer and her friend, someone must take care of her. And as for Lavender...”

He looked at Lavender to the west. Even unconscious, even on the brink of death, just seeing her alive made him smile.

“She gave me a reason to live. A reason to fight. To defy the expectations my family set upon me, to face my shadows and conquer my fears. Now, it seems as though my companions and I shall be conquering her shadows as well.”

Yappy Dog, the party’s Bard, aimed an arrow at the Executioner, tears streaming down his small cheeks. “Give me back my Mom!”

The Executioner leaned forward like an exasperated mother about to scold her children. “Oh quit your incessant prattle. I would ask you to simply leave me in peace and continue with my plans, but I am certain you would just enter into yet another self-righteous monologue, wasting both my time and yours. I think I’ll just kill you instead!”

Reaching to the side of her head, the Executioner dug her fingers into her flesh and swiped her hand across. The sound of fabric tearing screeched alongside her show of force and her body fell to the floor, opened in half, laying flat and limp like yesterday’s dirty clothes. In its place, a shadow that vaguely resembled a human reached to the skies.

Her true form.

She continued to grow… and grow… absorbing the shadows. Absorbing the energy around her. Until she towered over the party, enveloping them in her own darkness to symbolize the end of all hope. Once she reached her full height, she leaned back, arms stretched to the side, and shrieked a deafening, unearthly roar. A show of power. A final bid to show the adventurers that they had come to forfeit their lives.

However, the party refused to fall for her intimidation tactics. Ash stood in between Maroda and Teremy. The two tanks parted ways to let the Dragoon through. Gazing up at the Executioner, Ash held his spear to the side.

“Indeed, you are wasting your time… by picking a fight to a losing battle.” said Ash. As he spoke, he felt a power within him that he had never felt before. A burning desire to protect. To save. An overwhelming power like he had never felt before. An aura of blue began to glow around him. In his mind he once again heard the foreign words he didn’t understand, yet knew what they did. Knew what powers they invoked. “That roar of yours… you have quite the will to fight, little kitten. However.”

His aura grew brighter and brighter.

“Can you compare to the roar of the dragon?”

Ash clutched his spear in both his hands to brace himself for the power within him now overwhelming him. The blue aura that surrounded him burn high and bright like a raging fire. Twin dragons swirled around him and screamed to the heavens.

“May God have mercy on your soul. Deus miserere animae meae!”

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