AoG Task Report

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) focused herself. She had heard of… Well. The return of a group she had thought she destroyed. The Veturian refugee naturalization effort. She wasn't sure if it was because that one man had started a new group or if her destroying the fort had galvanized multiple smaller camps into forming up into one large, more powerful force. She knew that she couldn't do the same thing she had done before with fire. Her magic was more powerful, but she didn't have the incredible power she needed to destroy them, still. She decided to not be so dramatic this time… Well… She would be dramatic, just not as over the top. Maybe. She did plan on going over the top with fire again, but she had a different method this time. Grabbing oil, rope, and a flint in preparation, she made sure to prepare as much as possible before she even left the village. Going towards the location the fort was implied to be, it was actually quite a bit aways from the prior fort. They likely were too lazy to consider the idea of reusing those grounds. A bit annoying since that was Mari's schtick, but she'll let it go. Afterall… she had other plans.* - Tue Jun 18 22:38:30 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) started by summoning out her hellhounds en masse. She summoned as many as she could manage without hurting herself, which was a decent amount. She then meditated to gather her mana back. It was a slow process, but while that happened, she had her hellhounds gather sticks, limbs, logs, anything that was loose and about that could burn for a while after being lit on fire. Considering they had cut a wide swath out of the trees again, and thing time dug up the stumps to avoid the same disaster scene as last time, she had plenty of wood. By the time her mana came back, she was just about ready. Summoning the last of her companions for this conquest, she finished the resource collection part of the job. Having the dogs arrange the wood into piles of something that burned easily with something that could hold a flame before tying the bundles together and covering them in oil. She had many of these makeshift oil bombs.having each of her dogs carry them, she nodded, watching the ammo carried to the edge of the battlefield she needed to engage. The maximum number of dolls she could handle safely were out and leaving six behind. She made sure to give clear and specific instructions, once she was on the other side of the fort, the dolls were to light the oil bombs and block all but one entrance. The entrance towards their assault. And save four of them to throw inside once she gave the signal. She had her two dolls semi-carry her as she ran, having them pull her along as she dashed around the outside of the fort. Just like she thought, they had multiple entrances. Not all sides had an exit, though, and staying within the tree line made it easy to get around to the 'blind spot'. With the dolls' help, she was able to jump over the wall. The two dolls were decently strong, but they were not able to lift her up, afterall. She basically low gravity jumped over the wall, the dolls not putting in too much effort to do so.once over the very back of the wall, she looked for hostages in the camp, making sure to look around extremely carefully, making a point to remain hidden as she searched.* - Tue Jun 18 22:39:21 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) was dismayed as she looked around, unable to find the people. She had even snuck peeks into some of their tents… It wasn't until she started to follow her nose that she caught on to what was happening. There was a stench in the air. Well, a few. Alcohol, sweat, and lust… But there was another one that came from a pit, like a well. It was a lingering stench that burned the nose, and drew flies. People avoided the pit, so looking in wasn't hard. At least finding an opening. In the pit were bodies. Some Vetur, some Suna, and… It was clear that they had broadened their horizons. They were going after anybody who wasn't a chugokan or sankarn citizen. She was on their radar likely… There were no hostages. And because of this, there would be no survivors. She would make sure every single one of these bandits. No, they didn't deserve a human tile. They were trash, scum, monsters. This was no longer Mari the childlike woman with a heart of gold. This was Summoner of Wrath and Sloth, Margati Dorice. And right now, they were exclusively the focus of her wrath. Looking to the walls, she spotted the various sentries guarding the entrances. Raising a hand, she jumped, attempting to back up, and at the peak of her jump, before she fell, she released multiple dark spears, throwing people off the walls, and letting one fly out past the front of the gate, giving the signals. And once she was past the wall, cries to chase her were made… Mari smirked sadistically at this as they fell for the trap. The attack from the front was made and large bundles of wood doused in oil flew through the air, trails of fire left behind them as they were lit and thrown by the six dolls, all while the hellhounds bore down on the fort. None of them were survivors of the previous fort, probably, so they didn't know what was going to happen. All the enemy knew was that giant balls of fire exploded on contact with the ground, splintering fire in all directions, catching onto all of the tents and fortifications they had, and they went from a planned hunt for a little magic girl to putting out the fires before they spread, all while the hellhounds forced those who were to be the vanguard to fight rather than put out fires.* - Tue Jun 18 22:40:12 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) she had the dolls holding onto her blast her around the side of the fort to the hellhound offensive so she could pick off a few with magic, while being carried to the rest of the dolls. Having her two join the dolls currently throwing fire balls through the air, their power and accuracy grew quite a bit. Giving them instructions, the dolls all nodded… Three large logs flew threw the air landing around the pit of bodies, and the rest began to fly through the air landing across the camp. There were no hostages left to save. Just a pit if bodies to be pulled out and given proper burials. She was going to make sure that only they received proper burials, and she would make sure nobody tried to sneak into the pit. She saw the signs of fire fighting at one of the gates and ordered half of her hellhounds to attack that side before they could put it out, while still throwing the oil covered stumps, logs, and branch and limb firebombs into the camp. This group was just as well armed as the prior group, but she was being far more invasive in her attack. She wanted to destroy these people. Signs of fires spreading throughout the camp could be seen as smoke plumes grew out from the places the stumps and such had landed, minor explosions of heat and flame could be seen as alcohol, oil, volatile substances or explosive powders were lit and exploded. Seeing this, she had the dolls quickly throw the remaining 'bombs', and gathered them together. Charging in, she had her dolls carry her to the walls, before throwing hellfire attacks across the walls where people had begin to pile up, ready to jump the metaphorical ship by jumping off the walkways of the literal wall. She was quick to begin casting dark spear, taking out clusters of them at a time as they began working up the nerve to jump down twelve or fifteen feet. As the fires grew more and more, she began working through her reserve of remaining magic, aiming to clear out as many as possible. She had taken potions and elixirs specifically to have the mana to pull off this stunt, but even with all of that, she could feel her reserves dropping rapidly. Still more and more began testing their luck. The young summoner began picking off the ones who were trying to escape, she felt her mana depleted rather quickly. She needed to save what she had left to sustain the summons for however much time she had left. The fires inside were growing, but not quickly enough. Realizing this, she had her dolls drop her off outside and begin their storming of the gates now that forces were bottle necked at the gate and could be chewed up as they all came through a single point. The woman clicked her tongue as she saw multiple people escaping outside the side she had not sent hellhounds. They didn't seem like they were turning around to help, but they were covered in burns. They had gone through the fire. Sensing three of the hellhounds after them, she frowned at the fact that she didn't calculate for people getting desperate She should have probably accounted for it, but was too worried about them trying to overpower her. It didn't seem like others were as suicidal, and simply tried to push the gate as more moved to push against her army. Realizing she couldn't do anything against these numbers with her dwindling mana supply… She had her dolls start ripping parts of the wall from their spots in the fortifications. That is to say, the logs that made up the wall were latched onto with the fierce might of the many dolls, and forcible caved inwards across the trance, barring the exit for anybody who tried, the fire on the logs just being icing on the cake. A few tried to push through, but their combined might against those fighting to avoid the flames made it all the harder. It wasn’t until many died in the process of resisting that they began working together, but it was too late. She ordered her dolls to do the same at the other entrances, attempting to trap everybody inside with the rapidly growing flames. The hellhounds made it easier as they chewed through anybody who attempted to get through, danger or no. Those who dove off the sides of the wall quickly became meals as the hellhounds spared their guard duty of the entrances slash exits, were now spread out, patrolling for a meal. Having the hellhounds work together, she managed to slowly force more and more of the walkways on the walls to break as she pushed in the logs. Between the efforts of her dolls and the efforts of the hellhounds, she had effectively made a furnace with no escape. Once she was certain people couldn’t escape anymore, she finally dismissed all of the creatures. She was so tired that she felt like she could sleep forever, and it might not be enough. Mari decided that at the very least, she should watch the flames as they burnt everything away. She could hear the cries of the bandits inside as they were cooked alive, turned to ash. Likely the only things spared were the bodies in the pit… And even then… Likely very thoroughly cooked as well. There was so much fire and heat that she herself had to keep her distance to avoid feeling the heat of everything that was on fire. She tried to rest to collect her mana, even after the final voices of desperation fell silent. It was now a slow burn as the remains of the bandits were burned away, and the fort’s last fortification collapsed into a mess of burned out logs, leaving nothing in their place except black chunks of charcoal. Even as the majority of the flames died down, there was so much heat coming from the fort that she couldn’t approach for some time, it was almost hard to breath, even. She would wait for now. Afterall, she had to make sure it was safe for herself and her dolls before she went in. She wouldn’t have much mana left… Enough for two or three dolls… Barely enough to protect her, really, and she knew it. But that would have to wait for when the blaze ended. Even now, she knew she didn’t have enough mana for more than one without passing out. She was running on the bare minimum for consciousness.* - Tue Jun 18 22:43:37 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) waited for the embers to die down a bit before proceeding forward once again. She didn't have much mana at all. In fact, she was pretty sure anything outside of one or two dolls was too much… So she silently pulled a small sword from her side… and as slowly as she could proceeded inside. She kept a close eye on her surroundings, jumping at every sound. She had never been left to defend herself like this before, so proceeding into the hellscape she had turned the fort into, she stood defiantly ready to face anything that would stand before her. She wished she could add the words 'unafraid' to that line. Considering hoe she shook, visibly, that would have been an extremely bold faced lie. Turning towards every sound, jumping at every pop of embers gluttonously consuming the wood, and even yelping at the occasional collapse of wood near her. She had never been this alone. Sure she had been forced to dismiss her summons occasionally, but never when she was by herself. Never when there were people who would hurt her. And especially never in a dangerous place like this. That last one is what shook her so thoroughly. Her slime would ordinarily be there to comfort her, but the last of her mana was barely enough for a single summon before putting her in the 'critical state' Mr. Gaka's books talked about. She couldn't fall asleep here, no matter how much she wished she could sleep. Keeping her tanto drawn she walked over to bodies clinging to life and began to puncture them, finishing them one after another. There were a few, charred in places, barely breathing, and it wasn't just them. She could feel the ash, smoke, and soot from all the things burning caking her clothes and flesh. She had to rip off a sleeve and wrap it around her face just to breathe cleanly. The heat was terrible, but nothing she wasn't unused to. The sands of Suna burned incredibly hot and robbed the world of moisture. In that sense she felt very at home. Nostalgic, even. Well… Not quite. Her resistance against the fire was incredibly strong, but she could feel flames lick at her and her clothes. They were burned away in places and discolored in others. By the time she caught the majority of them and began avoiding the places too hot for her decency to handle, the constant flames made her look like a victim of this pyre she had started. Speaking of which, despite the flames and a majority of the heat calming down, she still wasn't seeing much movement. It was mostly people she found needing an execution. They were people practically begging for death and while she regretted putting them into such a sorry state. She was at fault, and she did it for a good reason, but to do this to people… She briefly considered that she might be a monster as she watched the eyes of one man in particular struggling for life, almost begging for salvation. She had to shut her eyes as she pushed the tanto into his throat, ending his life. She tried to reason that she would be callous to this if her dolls were with her, but even she knew that no amount of reasoning would help. She was surrounded by death that she caused. Of course she would feel bad, and of course this was a natural response.* - Wed Jun 19 17:49:39 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) found the lack of fighters to be very fortunate for her… Which is why it was such a bad thought to have at that moment. She heard the sound of wood moving and found herself face to face with a brutish figure. One of his arms was badly burnt, the other was dragging a hatchet. His legs wobbled beneath him, and his breathing was haggardly drawn, occasionally drawing a cough. His stare seemed unaffected by his weakened body, however. Powerful muscles showed under the burnt rags of his clothes as he gave a rage filled roar of anger at her, a battlecry that shook the girl who had such a horrifyingly low self view. If his rage and undying will could kill, she would have died there. However, this would not be so simple a fight. Charging at her, she stumbled back a bit before holding her tanto forward, the bloody tip aimed towards the man. She expected him to disappear in a blur of speed at any moment like Mr. Ban. Or show an unbearable power like Mr. Jecht. In her extremely emotional state she shook and trembled. She knew it! This man would kill her! Swinging her sword towards his axe fearfully in reaction…! She felt an axe head land on her shoulder, but not the sharp part she expected. The tool hammered down onto her shoulder and felt like it might bruise at worst. The bandit watched confused as the girl struck through his weapon and speed capable of severing the head before it could strike. Growling, he threw away the handle sans the metal part, and began trying to throw punches. Her reflexes were fast. Fast enough that despite her fear of him revealing his power sooner or later… She was almost untroubled by his attacks. She caught and flung away his fists, showing quit a bit of strength and skill. So much so that when her counter attack finally came, the man was unsurprised when his chest received a long gash, spraying the girl in blood. She screamed out in horror as she felt herself splashed. She told him to stop, but he refused to hold back. A few of the barely living bodies looked to the fight and she could begin hearing their chants…* - Wed Jun 19 17:50:30 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) couldn't understanding the chants around her at first, as she fought for her life, unaware of the power disparity she had over these men, even without magic. However, her hearing was rather sharp, and she began to pick it up rather quickly. She expected hate, but there was a key word they all seemed to agree on that struck her in her soul… 'Kill the witch.' 'Burn the witch.' ''Rip that witch apart.' She wasn't a fighter, she wasn't a person. She was a witch. A creature of dark. If she had her apathy to shield her heart she could normally tune it out. But unshielded, her borderline out of control heart was beaten down. The makeshift mask she made for herself felt wet as she began to cry. "Stop! Just stop! Please!" She began to beg towards the man attacking her. He didn't let up, assuming she was on her last legs… It was far from the case, though. A swift drop of the blade across the man's good arm ripped his arm nearly off, hanging by the thinnest of flesh… He likely didn't know it happened until his arm failed to move and when warmth ran down his side as blood flowed out from the dismembered stump. The voices stopped as the blood spat out across the girl's arms and weapon as she split his shoulder completely open. He fell to his knees, growing pale in the course of a second… And fell, wordlessly. She could hear various sighs… looking around, she could see that many faces had lost life. Having held onto life long enough to see this man avenge them. A chill ran up Mari's spine as she looked from one dead face to another. Had they really been persisting off of his barely clinging life? That would mean that she had slain more than just the one man with that strike… The extremely emotional woman felt a sense of dread cross her when she realized that in one swift motion she had proven them right. Cleaning her blade off on her dress, she could already tell her job was done… There was no life left here. None that would survive, even with first aid. The bodies were burned so severely that most of them wouldn't live, even if they were given treatment right this moment. She walked out, trying to keep her eyes covered enough to protect them from the smoke.* - Wed Jun 19 17:51:21 2019

*Margati Dorice(Whiven) shivered in revulsion. She had killed people before. She had even done so herself using kosen or dark spears. But there was a difference between magic and slaying with your hands… She tried to wipe the blood off on her dress but just covered her hands in the blackness that covered her. She would need to clean up when she got home… When she eventually had the mana, she would summon her gladiator and have him carry her back. She needed to write and… Process. She had taken a lot of lives in that war-like combat. So many died, so many that she didn't even know if she could learn the names and faces of them all if she tried. She would remember the one she killed face to face, though. He looked so angry, looked so powerful, and… Why did he deserve death and her life? She shook the thought away, she knew why. He was the scum that had killed the people in that pit. Still… She was starting to understand the disparity between her and ordinary people… Were her body even slightly more sturdy she might not have even needed to block or defend against that… Finally understanding this, she began to write in her report, ignoring the moisture of her face as her gladiator walked her most of the way home. It was going to be a very long report.* - Wed Jun 19 17:52:12 2019