Holy 13

[22:40] {NARRATION} The morale of the fighters is visibly shaken. They stagger, and wait. It seemed that the two men slain were something of heroic figures to them that helped inspire them in battle. As they take their time... There is a sudden pillar of water thrown into the sky, coming back down in some kind of deadly bomb-- striking at Priscilla!

A mage lands a few steps away with a hiss,

"Don't let them die in vain! Kill them!"
[23:01] Valero said to run, and she did. Round and round in pitch black. Sands eventually shifting beneath her steps once the levitation potion expired. Priscilla desperately struggled to find sanctuary within this never-ending nightmare of darkness. Similar to a moth attracted to flame, the musician wandered towards faint flickers of light in the distance. This encouraged her to start sprinting towards it with gaze discerning who they were. The map would be tucked away into her cloak’s pocket with instrument case hauled with both hands. A smile crept onto pink lips as she determined everyone was fine. That very expression dropped upon witnessing bodies littering the dirt beneath them, footfalls coming to an abrupt halt. Their group emerged triumphant, however at what cost? These occultists aggravated them first, right?

Gulping, Priscilla readied herself to call out towards the men bathed in golden illumination. Until keen ears picked up someone approaching from behind! Aquamarine sights swiveled around to meet the source of that sound, rushing waters catapulted into the air. It came back down at such force and speed that the violinist barely had time to react. She attempted to hop out of the way, only for parts of her flesh was shorn away from the upper thigh. Teeth clenched together to stifle cries threatening to climb the non-combatant’s throat. Tears welled within the lower rims of large eyes, shaky hands clasped to both leg and case.

"P-Please... I... I..."

A pacifist stared at their attacker with shuddering frame. Perhaps they would react to reason. Able to be rationalized with. Unlike those accompanying her, not an ounce of aggression could be sense, for valid reasons.
(Priscilla cos Solenne)
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[23:04] The mage presses the attack! Would someone interrupt?!
(Mage)
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[23:06] Yvel had been slightly drained from the large spell he produced, But it didn't mean his attention was none the less focused on the musician of the group. He'd have to keep her save, after all she was like a sister to him.

Noticing the threat had spilled over, Yvel quickly formed a cloud of golden magic, Aiming to lift himself up and catapult him towards Priscilla in her defense, Sprouting a barrier of golden light to protect her had he made it in time.
(Yvel Endore)
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[23:07] He had called for them to remain close and once his foe was felled he scanned for them. Yvel and Adrielle were together holding back the horde, but Priscilla had been cornered by the magi encircled by tainted waters.

"Priscilla, move!" He calls as he dashes forward Incandescene raised with one hand, the other glowing as it summoned an orb of cosmic light.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[23:07] If Priscilla did not move to engage then Valero was going to move forward to intervene. Otherwise ignore.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[23:08] Yvel creatues a barrier of golden light to protect Priscilla
(Yvel Endore)
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[23:09] Mage 's attack sams into the shield around Priscila, and is forced to react to Valero's counterattack!
(Mage)
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[23:10] Adrielle set sights upon Priscilla off in the distance. That golden radiation flickered as he witnessed she had become a targer.

"No!"

He dashed over towards her at extreme speeds, as quickly as he could possibly move. Fortunately, Valero and Yvel were less occupied in the moment to be able to reach her. He simply stood before the barrier, guard raised as he observed Valero's match.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[23:14] {NARRATION} Valero is beaten back by the mage. A blast of intense plasma energy striking him and sending him reeling back with a burn! Valero is still capable of fighting, but has been weakened!

The Mage hasn't stopped, and the soldiers have rallied to charge in!
[23:14] {NARRATION} Mission Update: Aid Valero and fight the mage! Fend off the next wave of attackers!
[23:18] He grimaced a bit as he witnessed Valero taken down. Teeth clenched upon one another as his grips tightened upon his blade.

Split decisions needed to be made. One foot in front of the other as he often told Priscilla when she was placed with overbearing tasks.

He needed to think quickly, and react even more so.

His heart raced, concerns placed upon those most important to him. They were outnumbered greatly. No matter what, Priscilla could not be harmed.

"Phos, bless me now.."

He prayed silently before preparing to defend.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[23:19] Yvel having protected Priscilla he'd turn to see Valero instead was struck by the mages attack. Enraged Yvel quickly moved towards Valero clouds covering his body and a golden cloud stuck to his face. While golden light spewed holy magic to dull the pain of his injury.

"That's the best I can do for now, Lets defeat all these enemies and Ill tend to your injuries." Yvel would say angered to see the occultists bested the Radiant

Yvel didn't want his friends to die, nor get hurt on a mission he brought them too, He had to save them to fix this situation. Holy Magics spurred from within him.

Channeled by his growing anger and sensations to protect his friends. "I will not allow darkness to continue to spread in these lands.." The Staff was brought forth although with more intensity

Blades of lightning spouted from each end, Sharp and steady magic that circulated through the staff making Yvel's weapon into something far more deadly.

"Enough of this, I will end you and your madness!" He shouted as he drew forwards to help Valero defeat the mage.
(Yvel Endore)
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[23:44] {NARRATION} The forces of the settlement are decimated and on their final legs. Two men go walking by the crater bleeding black fire that were comparable to shadow essence. There is a sickening darkness from the man without a helmet, and they both appear to be dressed in some form of well made Nyeshk, a far-cry from the quality of material the rest had used.

"And what do we owe the pleasure of this visit...?"

The men who were still able to stand slow to rest and watch.
[23:44] {NARRATION} "And what do we owe the pleasure of this visit...?" {Readability repost}
[23:46] Again Yvel turned his attention towards the soliders that followed back, Aiming to perfect his technique once more to channel the golden lightning of Holy judgement.

His Holy Cloud Magic was something that was difficult to contain but through pouring more and more of the feelings of protecting his friends. Defending Priscilla and Even Adrielle and Valero he found the strength to stand and fight along side his brothers and sister in combat.

Defense Against the dark arts? It was trivial towards Yvel who had become quite the accomplished Exorcists, Erasing traces of occultic lacer with waves of holy magic that dropped from the heavens raining down onto the soldiers.

"I won't hold myself back...I have to defeat them all..." Yvel would claim as he rushed though a large number of warriors. The occultists combining their spells to hinder and weaken Yvel while he could manage a few at a time.

fighting off so many was starting to become a struggle at this point. Even for Yvel, HIs blade twisted and slashed, Yvel showing excellent work in slicing and dicing the warriors who got to close to his oscillating blade work, The double bladed lightning staff was doing its job indeed


A powerful burst of wind magic shot through and then rage of the storm through all the men into a frenzied panic before Yvel finished them off once more summoning a beam of Holy magic to rain onto their bodies.

"Holy Cloud Magic: Purge of the Sinful!" He'd call as the spout of exorcist combated the forces of darkness shackling them down once more. Perhaps not killing them entirely but a majority of them were injured and wounded by Yvel's assaults.
(Yvel Endore)
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[23:48] He panted heavily, resting for a brief moment as the two arrived. He could sense from their presence that they were.. different.

Would the group be able to repel them?

No time for doubting, all he could do was endure..

He offered no response, sights shifted about his party to see what energy remained.. they would need every ounce.

He allowed Yvel the chance to speak, if they desired. Otherwise he'd simply await the moment to return to combat.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[23:50] As he stared down the encroaching remnants of the village he could hear Priscilla call out for him a wide arc from Incandescene bought him some space, his glance momentarily cast to Priscilla.

He did not speak, but offered a brief nod to signal he was okay, despite the red and raw flesh exposed, before the skirmish demanded his full attention once more.

His blade hacked and rent at any who came close until a swarm had grown around him. Wounded as he was and with the seal of restraint yet loosened from his encounter with the Bleeding Star the animalistic instincts began to kick in.

He slowly allowed ground to close throwing in nicks and glancing blows as he lined them up, but once cornered the full fury was unleashed. With a vicious under-arching sweep the blade began to glow before lashing out in a blur sending for bursts of the cosmic energy that radiated forth from the blade.

Sound and sky lent their aide and finally those that challenged wavered. During the quiet of battle a shaking hand, trembling with the onset of shock from his wound, grasped at one of the vial in his side-satchel.

He draws the stopper out with a plunk then begins to drink the healing liquid therein. Nigh instantaneously the skin in his face began to shimmer as it knit itself back together.

The raw and exposed flesh faded from the unsettling shades of red and pink back to the light bronze it should have been. The agony, that red hot bar of iron piercing his mind, faded away and with it the primal 'beast' within began to rest.


(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[23:53] Reluctance to fight ended like this. It always did. Violence tended to make their world spin. Without it, Valero would be harmed further. Murdered in cold blood. Rather than the vicious mage who assaulted them, the Radiant might have experienced his head severed from the neck. It tormented the musician—using her music to cause pain and suffering. That notion boiled her blood, more so than what Valero endured. Bow yanking downward at steel strings, Priscilla played tunes not meant to soothe but maim. Assailants who came too close found themselves doubled over once waves of sound heightened in pitch. Each note climbed higher and higher until crimson spilled from their ears.

This kept up. That adrenaline drove her towards assisting Yvel and Valero. The flesh wound was soon forgotten in lieu of putting all efforts into destroying anyone who confronted them. That very limb holding her upward barely sustained the weight of its owner. However, her gaze travelled to the newcomers. There was no time to rest. To think coherently. She merely prepared to delve into battle once again.
(Priscilla cos Solenne)
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[23:56] Sorcerer claps.
(Sorcerer & Berserker)
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[23:56] Sorcerer & Berserker asks, "So you've come to exterminate us?"
[23:57] Yvel Endore says, "We"
[23:57] Sorcerer & Berserker says, "There really is no place where we can go... You disgusting pigs are everywhere."
[23:57] Yvel Endore says, "We shine light anywhere there is darkness."
[23:58] Yvel Endore exclaims, "And Also we have a mission to complete here, We won't let you hold us back form accomplishing it!"
[23:59] Sorcerer raises their hand up to their face and covers it with a cackle.

"You shine light where there is darkness? You Exorcists live in a fairytale... The entire world will sing when you've all died! Your kind doesn't belong in this world!"
(Sorcerer & Berserker)
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[23:59] Yvel Endore says, "Those who harm others and act like its common practice...No you will be the ones exterminated. "

[00:01] Sorcerer cackles even harder!

"Indeed!"

A large orb of black begins to rise up over his hand.
(Sorcerer & Berserker)
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[00:02] Yvel raises his staff, Still sharpened by blades of vibrating lightning.

"We shall purge the darkness in this land, And cleanse the taint of your souls. The stars are the only thing that can save you."
(Yvel Endore)
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[00:05] {NARRATION} The intense quiet between the two parties is suddenly broken. Berserker charges forward! If not intercepted they would take Yvel on with Sorcerer behind him!
[00:07] His panting ensued, eyes set upon Yvel.

He could only remain hopeful in these moments. Also, prepare to charge forward should it become necessary in Yvel's defeat.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[00:10] Sorcerer & Berserker exclaims, "You exorcists have met your match!"
[00:11] ** Sorcerer & Berserker has inflicted an injury upon Yvel Endore. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[00:14] {NARRATION} The Battle between Sorcerer, Berserker, and Yvel is fierce! The combined might of the two manages to knock Yvel aside and leave him with a deadly gash across his chest as Adrielle steps up to face them!
[00:15] He sighed, his panting ceasing as he witnessed Yvel's ultimate defeat. He projected himself forward to offer himself as the next line of defense..

In truth, he was exhausted, but he would never waver in assisting those present.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[00:20] {NARRATION} The battle with Adrielle, Sorcerer, and Berserker continue in a similar fashion, and as the two fight their way through it, they are suddennly assaulted with a illusionary attack that breaks thheem and brings them to their knees. Valero stood between Sorcerer, Berserker, and the vulnerable states of Adrielle and Yvel.
[00:22] His brothers-in-arms had gone down as they faced off against the duo. Neither had managed to break through their combined defense and offense and the two's attention turned to him.

"Adrielle, Yvel! Hold on, we've got this. Cover me Priscilla!" He shouted before his frame began to radiate once more fitting his title as his form was bathed in golden light.

The blade at his side glowed with the fury of his patrons as it faced down the occult and even now its size and general outline was blurred as it struggled to contain the cosmic energies it consisted of.

He moves forward ready to stand against the darkness even as his allies fell. It could not be allowed to persist.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[00:23] Sorcerer breathes heavily.
(Sorcerer & Berserker)
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[00:24] Sorcerer & Berserker exclaims, "You lot made a mistake coming here!"
[00:25] Sorcerer & Berserker exclaims, "The slaughter of my people?!"
[00:25] Sorcerer & Berserker exclaims, "You hypocrites will burn!"
[00:25] Sorcerer & Berserker exclaims, "Get him Berserker!"
[00:25] Sorcerer asks, "... Berserker?"
[00:26] {NARRATION} Berserker has been defeated! Blood gushes from a wound nearby as star light is actively burning his skin!
[00:32] {NARRATION} The heroes have been defeated! The might of Sorcerer proves to be too much... The world seemed dim. In these moments, what will they resolve to do?!
[00:34] As he dashed back into the fray his motions were obviously sluggish from the exertions today and he could not keep up with the mage. As the battle drew on his movements became more desperate, but in the end his body could not keep up with the energy he channeled.

Though his spirit was unbroken he could only persist so far and with a final charge he leaped in only to be anticipated, the claws raking across the Radiant's face.

"Ahhnngh!" He bellowed in pain withdraws as pure fury overwhelmed his thoughts clouding his mind. The golden aura around him began to spark and fizzle as the energies hit a chaotic surge.

The seal kept loosening and restraint faltered to maintain control over the flow of passion.

"Graagh, you'll have to kill me before I stop you bastard!" He snarls, primal urges inflamed by the coppery scent wafting down from the crimson that leaked across his face.

It pooled in one eye blinding him partially yet he kept the blade raised, "Priscilla, come on we got this!"
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[00:34] He remained kneeled. His head dangling down, his blade falling to sink into the sands below. Golden bangs hung above his visage, which was a flickering golden hue occasionally shifting about a dulled turquoise gaze. His eyes were widened.

Whatever illusionary magic he suffered from, he was broken in those moments.
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[00:39] Yvel on the sands bleeding, Was this the champion of the fae? Was this all he could muster to defeat the forces of evil? It angered him, He was still far too weak to defeat occultists who had seeped in their power.

He had not yet truly mastered the light as they had...What was he missing though? It wasn't clear to him...it wasn't avid in the for front of his mind yet he risked his life to obtain the missing factor that would put his magic on par with those who do dark deeds.


As he was nearing unconsciousness he heard a voice, Something small yet pure. It spoke to him Cheered for him. A voice he had heard once before but had merely thought of it as a dream.

A fae? The very fae that made him struggle to find them in the first place...What was her name....Her name was...

"Nil...Viene…" Yvel whispered, Yvel struggled to rise to his feet, Unsure why this sudden spark of inspiration brought him strength but he felt asif he had to find her.

He had to save her, It was almost as if they shared the same mind...and as he continued to push himself he remembered the words of the former fae.

'Master the power of judgement, and no darkness shall conquer you.' Orbs of Light began to spew from Yvel's body, the darkness of his wounds soon being purged by what appeared to be a tremendous aura of holy magic over powering the occultism that gave him the wounds.

"I won't quit....Not until I've saved her...She needs me..." He spoke almost in a silent tone a whisper of his usual voice, Nearing a state of consciousness and unconsciousness his connection to the lost fae was growing even more potent.

"I HAVE TO WIN!" He'd claim struggling as much as he could despite the wound being healed the pain and exhaustion he felt were still prominent.
(Yvel Endore)
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[00:41] {NARRATION} As the heroes rise-- a light begins to radiate from the sands below!
[00:43] Yvel turns his attention towards the sands below as it began to illuminate a groggy expression arose on his face wondering exactly what could be going on. His holy magic still burning brightly around his person.
(Yvel Endore)
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[00:43] Sorcerer exclaims, "What is this...?!"
[00:46] The darkness that had compelled his mind began to fade, his sights returned as they were. He remained in a kneeling position however, eyes still fixated upon the ground as he observed the light radiating from below them.

"H-Huh..?" he muttered, and though he may be able to stand, he remained seemingly defeated.. until he returned attentions to Valero and Yvel.

No.. I can't leave them to fight alone..

He reached for his sword to be utilized to return to a standing position, slow steps taken forward to stand united with his party once more.

Stoic expressions faced the man, the gentle desert breeze shifting his golden tresses about.

What would come next?
(Adrielle cos Solenne)
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[00:46] Yvel had made it back to his feet and the Radiant moves to stand beside to fellow soldier with a twisted grin more akin to a grimace of pain with the unfiltered rage that flowed through his veins.

Once more the blood of a brother had been draw by the dark forces that disturbed every facet of his life. Children take away from him, their family cast in fear, and the brothers lost trying to hold back the night.

The energy around him continues to crackle and pop, but it grew in volatility as the light arrived as he resolved to channel more. In a quick motion he drew the last of his restorative vials and chugged it.

As it drew near to his lips the crystalline contained refracted in the light he emitted blinding him to the glowing sands beneath for a moment as his vigor flooded back to his limbs.

He could push his circuitry a bit harder and the cost would not be so heavy, but if he did not then he risked allowing the others to die. "Life reigns even in Death." He mutters as he shifts the heavenly blade before him.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[00:49] {NARRATION} The flaring energies from below illuminate every grain of sand and spurs the party onward. Sorcerer is pushed back and gathers his power... Only to release a powerful shockwave of shadow that mutes said light! Opening them up for counter attack!
[00:52] Sorcerer exclaims, "You hypocrites won't win!"
[00:52] Sorcerer exclaims, "You will suffer the worst deaths!"
[00:52] Sorcerer exclaims, "Gah!!!"
[00:52] Valero lux Montclaire says, "You had your chance to surrender."
[00:52] Yvel Endore says, "Keep fighting...push past the pain...I'll...save her..."
[00:54] {NARRATION} The party's combined might overwhelms Sorcerer, forcing them to stumble backward. Their shadow-walking abilities and shield protecting them from grievous injury as they start to stagger toward the nearby crater.
[00:54] Sorcerer says, "Gahh... Must..."
[00:54] Sorcerer says, "Get to..."
[00:54] Sorcerer says, "Ahh..."
[00:54] Sorcerer breathes heavily
(Sorcerer)
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[01:03] With his allies at his side, the rest of the village decimated, no restraint was needed and his energy continued to behave erratically as magnificent sparks.

There was no joy in what he did, but a release of the pressure that had built up over the years. Catharsis filled him as each was delivered the sentence for their debauchery.

All who he had encountered were lost no matter how they tried to offer redemption, but now this Occultist was at the end of his rope under the three-pronged attack.

A hand was removed from the hilt of his blade and the all the light he channeled filtered into that single hand as he dashed forward to seize the occultist by the back of his head.

Cloth and hair smoldered away as his burning grasp dug into, fingers sinking into sizzling flesh and still not happiness was derived from the act. They had sewn the seeds of misery and now they would lament their foul crop.

"No." He says with a voice as firm as his grip as he pushes the man down into submission, "You have mere minutes left to live, but your life can yet aide others. You denied our mercy and pay the price, but the others will be offered the same choice."

He had assumed it was more Occultists budding or developed. No doubt it would have meant conflict yet again if so, but he meant those evenly spoken. With their quarry caught the burning anger had began to die down to a faint smolder as justice was soon to be doled out.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[01:12] Sorcerer exclaims, "You hypocrites will fall!"
[01:14] Sorcerer, battered, weakened, crawled along the floor casting a long shadow opposite of their holy light.

"You fools... You monsters will know pain... You are winning now... But soon! SOON!"
(Sorcerer)
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[01:16] The Radiant's fingers began to dig further into the flesh of the man's head pausing before bone, "The fact that it has come to violence means we have already lost. Now we do what we must to make up for our failures."

Cosmic heat sears the flesh, but also cauterizing in the same motion preventing the sorcerer from bleeding out, "Answers, not dogma. What were you running toward?"
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[01:17] He screams out,

"Grrrhhhgrnnyaaaaahh! Aaaaahh! Nyaaaah!!"

They wouldn't utter any words, just agonizing cries as their shadow seemingly...Continued to stretch... Getting closer and closer to the crater.
(Sorcerer)
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[01:20] Whatever was in the crater he had no intention of allowing the mage get to it. He energy in his hand releases in a flash in an attempt to dispense of the mage and cease whatever agony the failed interrogation might have caused.

In the end he had rejected even the final chance to turn away.
(Valero lux Montclaire)
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[01:21] 's light is snuffed out! The sorcerer goes quiet, and limp. There would be no final form.
(Sorcerer)
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