Caendr's Tournament of Success

[19:54] Leading the few he knew could handle the task within the temple, Tototl quietly begins to run over the checklist. Runes for moving into the Spirit Realm? Check. For Joruheim? Check. Cruxati's Chieftain continues on towards the upper-eastern room with his friends in tow.

What was once a hookah lounge had been modified into a study of sorts; Carpets were completely removed from the area as to let the stone lay bare within the center. Upon entering one can easily see scrawled runes etched into the floor in the shape of a circle. Most had been derived from Yojiwa's journal, but others from the various texts among the temple.

Without a moment of hesitation he'd eagerly withdraw the steel ritual dagger from its sheath. Rolling up his right sleeve he'd open up a previously healed scar. As blood draws forth from the Chieftain he'd take utmost caution to drip the crimson ichor onto the runes themselves. It's tedious given the intricacy of it all, but manageable with those years of experience.

"Now... Things to remember. We give them the utmost respect once we arrive, you hold your breath while traversing through, and we stay together. Right?" Brown hues flick between the rat king and Ezmaran Chieftain. Letting a moment crawl by he'd withdraw the jackal mask from his cloak and don it.

"Let's see what these aging bones can do." It's muttered under an exhale; The one visible brown hue begins to glow whilst he manipulates the mana he held within. Mind, throat, heart - The three convergence points usher forth his reserves as he pulls upon what connections he held in the Spirit Realm.

Cyan mana leaks from the Chieftain's form, oozing through the air and into the bloodied runes. Upon entry, they begin to flicker before an ethereal haze emits from each towards the center of the circle. A solid moment passes by before a portal of similar hue manifests before them. Allowing Nyx and Sugarboy to step through he'd follow in after they crossed the threshold.
(Tototl)
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[19:59] {NARRATION} A tether- A spiritual tether leaps from Tototl's ritual and the ensuing portal that would soon latch onto the hearts of those around- As the cyan mana leaked from the Chieftain, those nearby both the mystic's aura and the bloodied ritual on the floor would feel themselves being tugged along. Though it isn't with force, but a gentle pull to some kind of transition. The tether seems to originate from the portal itself, slowly starting to become more visible the closer they got to the portal.

Tototl could see this link very clearly, though.

The transitioning phase feels as if leaping through water, diving in and holding your breath. A pressure passes over those who would push forward- One that pressed upon and almost squeezed the passing very delicately.

The Spirit Realm beckoned for them, and Tototl's portal had been a success.
[20:13] Cruxati's Chieftain jumps a tad from where he stands at the sudden pull among his heart. While he was unsure if the portal would form, he was far more uncertain of how it may react to them. A light huff of amusement parts from Tototl as that line forms between the portal and their own chests.

At least it wasn't a tendril that would reel him in.

As the line grows taut he'd follow suit. Gradually he'd walk within the portal, his eyes shifting between its center and his own chest. Mythril greaves clack against the stone of the room. Stopping just before it he'd allow the two at his side to move on through first. Doing his best to remain calm - Spirits was he ecstatic - he'd take one last breath of air in.

Despite what pressure may force against him he'd press on through the threshold. Teeth grit nice and tight as his jaw locks, that focus remaining maintained on keeping the portalthey'd traverse through open for the time being.
(Tototl)
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[20:24] Sugarboy would be standing by, quite nervously infact, his arms crossed and finger tapping. He hadn't received much about the spirit world other than a brief lesson from Thera a few hours before. All he really knew was that there were several realms, and that it was very dangerous by how beat to hell Sylvester was when he last saw him.

He would nod, taking the Seer's words to heart, as he was definitely going to be the guide here. Respectful? Consider it done. Hold his breath? He may have been a smoker, but that old man had diver's lungs seasoned over the years, and he would already be huffing, ready to take a lung full of air as his lungs expanded ready for the dip. Stick together? You didn't need to tell This Chieftain that even once!

He'd flinch a bit seeing the portal form and a tether drawing him in. He wasn't sure if this was good, bad normal, he had Zero point of reference in this kind of adventure-

Youknow, maybe this was ol Tot and Nyx getting back at him for making them go on a voyage under the sea, despite their poor history with such.

Looking to his brother in arms, his posture didn't seem worried and he'd begin stepping forward. A small smirk forming as he follows suit to the otherside.
(Sugarboy)
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[20:25] A thin whispy trail of smoke escape the rat king's maw as they readied their swarm once more. A bemused expression gracing the demons maw as they felt a gentle tugging from the portal itself. A strange sensasion for what they've originally gone through.


Though for this the rat king would leave a few of its swarm behind. Opting to have them..in a safer position from outside the portal. As curious as ever they followed suit after the chieftians. A heavy breath of air was released before it was inhaled again as they crossed through the portal.


No matter how it felt, it felt as if they were squeezed and nearly pushed forward through a fragil crawlspace. Regardless of the pressure they sckittered quickly through it. Refusing to stop for a moments notice until they reached well...were the others had gone.
(Nyx)
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[20:34] {NARRATION} It felt as if they had entered an entirely new world. Where in one world, they had been locked inside of Gehenna temple- A small room with a now shimmering and dying out cyan portal in question. The sensation of passing through is like walking through water- A stream, a clashing of motion as they move against the natural stream.

.. However, after only ten to twenty seconds of struggle- The squeezing relaxes and they are soon on their way to once more being able to breath. The and the sight is simply something to remember forever. The Spirit World is a sector of reality completely beyond what a mortal may imagine-

But here the trio was, now stepping out of a portal onto what was porcelain and stone slabs before them. Perfectly clean and well kept, ordained to lustrous shine. The sky above has several islands that float upon nothing. Not water, not clouds, but what seemed like spiritual force and mana alike.

They land upon a road- A long highway that seemed to bridge what looked like an outlands behind them- Forests and volcanoes, icy mountains and deserts. All of these are linked together by roads very similar to the one they were on.

Reality seems to be shifted and flipped upside down, because rules and laws do not apply here as they might back upon Eternia's physical realm. Tototl would recognize that turning back to journey what seemed like the spiritual biomes- Were nothing short of the sects and outcrops that lead to much bigger realms.

Ifraheim, Uraheim, Terraheim.

It would be forward that they were seeking- This porcelain road cascades over miles- Perhaps three- Were cities. Large and vast places of infrastructure and buildings all comprising where chatter may be overhead even at this distance.

Forward- Was Joruheim.
[20:40] With what remaining rats the demon had brought through stared in awe just as the rat king did at the shifting realities. Even as the laws of reality seemingly bent to their own will. It was... a startling discovery.

"This...is amazing, To say the least and..you just get to experiance this daily Tototl? What a grand reality you live in..but ah..we are out of our element here so we'll just stick by you for now."

A light shrug but they were truely out of their element. For more than one reason.
(Nyx)
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[20:45] Going through the portal didn't feel as alien to the Exorcist as he had expected- some pressure constricting around him, some force akin to water rushing about him as he kept pace with the others. It was oddly soothing to the old worried man, something a little familiar as he stepped into an entirely new world.

As they entered the realm of legend, Sugarboy's eyes would be glowing as he did a full 360, slowly taking in the magnanimous view that surrounded him. It was almost overwhelming, his senses overtaken by such diverse landscape, and ethereal roads that bounds them all together.

The old man had the most pure, childlike like smile on his face as he'd take his shades of while his jaw remained dropped. "This place is GORGEOUS!!" He'd exclaim excitedly, turning to his two compatriots.

"So where're we going Tot? What's the plan? I'm eager to see what's in that big city over there~" Words babbled out in an excited tone as he would've been hopping by now- if it weren't for the heavy ass nyeshk he wore.


(Sugarboy)
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[20:48] Inch by inch, Tototl continues to force himself through the rapid stream that seemed to push against him. Could it be the Lifestream, perhaps, they were passing through? A note for him to perhaps mull on at another time. Seconds crawl by before the tension finally relents and lets the Mystic through.

And Spirits, what a sight. Floating islands dotted the skies above them, and below them lay a road. Cruxati's Chieftain is wheeling about on his heels, a giddy chuckle rising up and out of his throat as he fully takes it all in. Time and time again he had visions of this ethereal realm, but to stand within it? This was by all means something he could never describe - In text and voice alike.

One quick glance back from where they'd come from reveals the three realms before this one. Ifraheim. Those hidden lips of his draw into a thin line as his eyes rest on the fiery realm. There were things to be done there, yet...

"Daily in visions, yes, but ah... Physically? No. This is my first time fully traversing into it." It's in that moment the gravity of the situation finally dons on him - Literally and figuratively. What was up was now down and vice versa. With another giddy laugh he'd rub his hands together.

Mythril greaves begin to tread forth on the porcelain road. Distant chatter was held with heavy curiosity - What was Joruheim up to at this... Well, moment he supposed. "Figure the city will be where we take our first steps into it all. Joruheim's ah... Something of valor, so expect some warriors. Once there we'll need to find a Warden - Which may be hard as well."
(Tototl)
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[21:03] {NARRATION} They begin their long journey down this porcelain highway, clopping boots against its weight or simply flying the distance to close it. There are cluster of buildings on their way down across this road now, each made of magnificent looking steel and the white, almost marble substance they trotted on now.

Sixteen city-states made up Joruheim, and the longer they walked down this road the more roads that connected inwards to this magnificent looking city appeared. In front of them is not simply just a city, but several. All linked together, all of them more magnificent than the rest.

Tototl and the others are lucky, though- Lucky enough to be arriving here rather than any other realm.

Joruheim was comprised of mostly wardens- Each of them a differing warrior, another man woman or entity devoted to protecting the solitary walls of Vanaheim. A man with a rather uplifting aura seems to be leaning against a building as they break from the road- Finally within one of the massive cities- By his side is a huge staff that shimmered of gold, and about him people buzzed around with casual chatter and rushed duties for the day.

This was the realm opposite to Helheim- Where Nethradin ran amok there, Wardens walked the streets clad in armor, weapons, and tools. Each of them an esteemed warrior, devoted to upholding law and rules within the spirit realm. Like an entirely different world existed just on the other side-

Those around may hear chatters and conversations of the coming Caethon- Tournament of Success. The man leaning on the building opens an eye to stare at the obvious ones- The three mortals far from home.

".. Huh.."
[21:14] Ever crowded with the massive buzzing of the massive cities it was..a bit harder for the demon to not be distracted by the various shiny objects that adorned the mystic halls.

Falling rather silent as they promptly kept their rats in a neat little line. More so intact on listing to the whispers of an upcoming tournament. Perhaps this is what those said..fortune favors fools?

Regardless the rats were more so, well completely distracted by the varies things that glittered and gleamed. Each figure walking through the streets was a new sight they'd rarely seen. And with it each little scribble of runes that was writting onto the various rats that came with the rat king. Curiosity could have its turn another day.
(Nyx)
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[21:21] The trek was expected to be something arduous- a long walk in armor that weighed almost five times more than his old set, though maybe it'd keep him in shape. Especially if he was intending to stay this active into his old age.

He knew Tototl could float, and once again that passing envy of flight would arise for a brief moment- wait, this was the Spirit Realm. Normally boring mortal rules didn't apply to him here! He'd concentrate for a moment, and hop into the air. He had no idea what he was doing, and was reaching for straws, he was thinking light thoughts, happy bright thoughts, like when his wife used to carry him on her back as they soared over the trees of the maple woods. Even now he could remember the winds brushing past his cheek and almost blowing his old straw hat off.

Something worked, because he would find his heavy boots no longer touching the porcelain road, floating at the same height as Tototl, roaring out in laughter. He probably didn't need to try so hard, but the pure wonder that emanated from him stoked the fires in his soul, and he would be beaming with the bright light of an exorcist as they approached the city ripe and full of Righteous Wardens.

It was an entirely different feeling enter such a holy and good space full of such great and powerful warriors and spirits. There was always a warmness he felt walking through Gehenna's claim, sauntering passed their warriors he respected deeply and fought beside. The feeling he was experiencing now completely DWARFED that.

A bright smile on the Chieftains face as he floated close beside Tototl and Nyx, his eccentric laughter subsiding to a calm chuckle as he was truly humbled to be hear amongst such amazing beings. He'd wave towards the man leaning on the wall.

Tototl said to be respectful, but Sugarboy didn't know if his loud personality would be welcomed here, or perhaps not appreciated. Untilhe found out? He'd settle with the happy smile, and taking in all the sights as he listened more about the Tournament of Success.
(Sugarboy)
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[21:24] Each step further into Joruheim's layer is met with increased excitement. How long had he spent on Agartha, preaching the words of his mentor and goals? Now, he stood among the place he aimed to commune the most with - To walk the most with.

Their fateful road continues onward into the megacity, and as those roads tear off into their respective branches he'd let out a quiet gasp. Tototl seemed like a kid in a candy store at this point; Each sight pulled forth another excited revelation to his own studies. Sixteen city-states - There were sixteen city-states to venture between! Which should they venture in... Spirits, it was all the harder to choose.

As hearty warriors and Wardens alike pass them by he'd try to pull out information from what he could. Vanaheim's walls were beyond these reaches - an obstacle to pass upon the next venture, perhaps - yet before that they'd have to achieve their goals here. Stemming from the main road and into one of the many cities he'd keep his eyes peeled.

It's moments that seem to blur on by as Tototl continues to try and take it all in. Joruheim, Wardens, a Tournament of Success - Spirits, focus. Tanned hands reach up to lightly tap the sides of the jackal mask. Those brown hues shift towards one of the notable warriors among the crowds - A staff of gold held by what seemed to be a relaxed man.

Cruxati's Chieftain motions the two by his side after him. This had to be a Warden, right? Even then out of all the many that had passed by this one had noticed them! Tototl begins to eagerly step forth, trying to traverse through the crowd towards the man himself.
(Tototl)
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[21:25] Sion Zinathar says, ".. Ya' brought a cluster of rats.. Up to Joruheim."
[21:25] Sion Zinathar asks, "This demon's with you, right? You're not- With the demon?"
[21:26] Tototl says, "Ah- Yes! He's with us, their name is Nyx."
[21:26] Sugarboy exclaims, "He's a good one, I promise!"
[21:26] Sion Zinathar says, ".. Right. I tend to be all accepting and welcoming, but we've got some rather zealous folks here. Just make sure the guy doesn't- Wander on his own."
[21:26] Tototl says, "I'm Tototl, and the man at my side is Sugarboy."
[21:27] Tototl would nod twice.
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[21:27] Sion Zinathar asks, "Nice to meet you Tototl. You're the Mystic man, right?"
[21:27] Sion Zinathar says, "Sugarboy- Old folks are plenty up here, too."
[21:27] Tototl asks, "I am, yes- How'd you know exactly?"
[21:27] Sion Zinathar says, ".. You're not a spirit or a Warden, but you reek of the mana."
[21:27] Sugarboy says, "Hoof, I'd love to joing them- in time though, I got a family that still needs plenty of loving~ Haha"
[21:27] Sion Zinathar says, "That's uh- Not a bad thing."
[21:28] Tototl says, "Bah, fair fair. Apologies just... In a whorl still."
[21:28] Nyx says, "Forgive us ah...Lots of shinies here and things..We wont touch."
[21:38] {NARRATION} "That's fine. I suppose you're here for one reason or another, right? Humans, demons, and other Eternians don't come here often just to relax. One did, though.. Last name was Wvelven.. Bah. Name eludes me now. What are you all here for?" The man pushes off of the wall and stands before the three of them now, golden wisps of mana trail off of his form into the air.

".. Oh. I'm Sion, by the way."
[21:42] Tototl's head nods twice once more. Squinting his visible eye for a moment he'd note down that name - Wvelven. He wasn't the first, but it never hurts to touch bases with others. "Sion - Right, I'll be sure to remember that." Spirits there was no way he was forgetting that.

"As for what we're here for? I aim to venture deeper within the Spirit Realm in time, but given Vanaheim's disposition towards most I need proof that we're worthy. That and, truth be told, I've always wanted to meet a Warden myself." Something was nagging at the back of his head, however. "What's this I hear about a tournament however?"
(Tototl)
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[21:44] Observing how he walked an talked, that smile would never fade from his face as he watched through tinted glass. The name Wvelven would certainly raise a brow, he knew it had been a large clan, sadly he had only really ever gotten to know two of them.

Wasn't Taro a mystic? The old man could've sworn he saw him use that ghost flurry of blows that Tototl had now become so iconic for using. It couldn't be him, surely? Didn't he have a wife and kids- I mean this would be a very nice place to retire, he couldn't blame him.

He'd let Tototl handle most of the conversation, mostly a little awestruck by the situation he found himself in.
(Sugarboy)
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[21:45] Sion Zinathar says, "Vanaheim- Yeah. No one gets in there without direct access, or great deeds. It takes a lot- More than most Wardens have done so far."
[21:45] Sion Zinathar says, "As for the Tournament.."
[21:46] Sion Zinathar says, "Caendr - God of Victory and Luck - Will be attending personally to the sixteen city-states. It is soon to happen, though.."
[21:46] Sion Zinathar says, "Most of the wardens and people across the Spirit Realm are going to put their hand into it-"
[21:46] Sion Zinathar says, "I don't know what's at the end, but I'd pay to find out."
[21:47] Sugarboy asks, ".. Is anyone allowed to enter?"
[21:48] Tototl asks, "Caendr... Spirits, don't read that all too much within my texts- How soon as well?"
[21:50] {NARRATION} Arms are crossed, a smirk is offered.

"Caendr. One of the several gods of Uray. You don't know the name?" Sion turns on his heel and begins to move swiftly through the city- Headed towards what seemed like the center.

"Anyone's allowed permittance, death is mostly disallowed- But I can't vouch for those who don't try their best. Caendr only allows the most spirited and devout to claim victory in his presence. Death from injury isn't unheard of, but normally we try and stop what we can. Soon... I'd say an hour?"

Sion gestures them forward, as if inciting them to follow him.
[21:56] That smile would quickly spread into a wily grin as he took it all in- A god of Victory, a battle Royale with beings from across many realms competeing for honor and glory. He'd look beside him, not being deterred in the slightest.

"Well it's a good thing we're three of the best spirited Gehennans alive right now, and we do love a good challenge~" He'd say eagerly, not even being dissuaded with the threat of injury resulting in death.

"And I suppose it's especially good since I'm quite the skilled medic- I mean I've kept this guy alive all these years." He'd tease a he threw a thumb over his shoulder to Tototl's direction.
(Sugarboy)
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[21:57] Tototl quietly chuckles at Sion's jest. "Bah, texts tend to be light in detail when we're as deep as we are now... Getting old as well." A light huff of amusement parts from the Gehennan. Forty-three now - How time flew.

As Sion steps forward towards what should be the center of the city he'd step swiftly behind them. Mythril greaves clank against the pathway underneath, his head nodding as Sion continues to talk. To fight among the Wardens and esteemed warriors of Joruheim…

"Might not hurt to take a swing at it then. I'm a decent warrior back home - Spirits know Gehennans love to spar day in and out. It'd be an honor in itself to join if we're able."

Sugarboy's taunt is met with a playful sneer. The older of the two wasn't wrong at all - That he couldn't deny.
(Tototl)
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[21:57] Finally tearing themselves away from the shinies that were in front of them they blinked at the bits of conversation they managed to catch from brief glances they skittered after. Curiosity once more instilled as they described the tournament.

More gods, This time of Uray. It seemed..things were seemingly lost as they were moved to argarthia. A very interesting idea to say the least but beyond that? They were..vastly interested. But they did have a nagging question.

"Does Caendr ever participate within the tournament? Asking to sate our pure curiosity after all..most things elude us after all."A small shrug came from the rat king and the line of rats that followed them.
(Nyx)
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[22:00] Sion Zinathar says, ".. What? No. He's a god- Victory is at his fingertips always."
[22:00] Sion Zinathar asks, "Are you guys- Interested?"
[22:00] Sion Zinathar says, "That's kind of bold coming from mortals."
[22:01] Tototl says, "Truth be told yes. I've fought a number of things where ah... Well, I should very well be dead by now."
[22:01] Sugarboy says, "Like I said, us Gehennan's love a good spirited challenge~"
[22:01] Sion Zinathar says, "... Wardens and the other fighters- They'll be much more than you think. Come, let's hurry."
[22:06] {NARRATION} Sion continues to jog throughout the town- Closer and closer- Now a giant colosseum shows itself in the midst of their arrival. An opening is ready, someone admitting people inside.

"Two rounds- Two rounds of giving your all- Admittance is here!" A few people littered around the entrance, as none seemed to step forward. Sion holds up three fingers. "These three are coming in. Make way, move it." The Warden pushes past and allows the three of them to enter the magnificent colosseum waiting room.

... Inside, the same lavish pavilion and marble coats the walls, the furniture, the ground. It is rather crowded inside, as people are all rallied together in armor and weapons- Staring up at what looks like a screen.

One that flickers to life much like a holopad might. A man is on the screen, a man with golden flickering aura that seemed to engulf him completely like a torrent. There are words being spoken to those inside of the pavilloin inside.
[22:13] As Sion's pace picks up so does Tototl's! That pacing continues to pick up until it's eventually nonexistent - Mana shifting what gravity was present within the realm about him. He floats along after the man, that visible eye darting about.

With the crowd being parted by the Warden he'd move along inside. Two rounds. They'd have to make a name for themselves in two rounds. A hand reaches up from the shadows of his cloak to tap lightly against his collarbone. Typically a thinking tic, but at this moment? A nervous one.

Cruxati's Chieftain makes his way carefully through the crowd within the waiting room. He need not a seat for the time being, but should Sugarboy or Nyx take one he'd float nearby them.

His attention would shift towards a screen - Something he was heavily unfamiliar with. As it flickers to life, a man engulfed in a golden torrent, he'd remain silent. Awestruck, baffled, the weight of the situation remains on the Gehennan's mind.
(Tototl)
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[22:18] Ezmara's Chieftain would follow with that brisk pace a doctor would have making his rounds visiting his numerous patients. Though it was a lot less grateful with the clanging and stomping of heavy armor. It wasn't his fault! He had finally gotten used to the widely considered lightweight mithril, with very little training to adjust so- the Nyeshk was a massive step for him.

Though there'd be that excited grin on his mug as they were ushered through the crowd and the doors. Sugarboy would be nodding fervently as he tried to bow his head saying, "Sorry, excuse me, sorry, just passing by~" As he made his way past everyone and into the regal and wondrous waiting room.

He would be blasted away by the light that shown the imagery of the great and powerful God of Victory- Sugarboy wasn't really one for reading holy text, and his mind was easily boggled just meeting wardens- just the apparition of a god left the man who loved to babble speechless.

He'd train his ears through the muttering of the crowd as he listened closely to what was being said by the Deity. He was too full of energy right now to think about sitting. Two rounds, he didn't bring enough healing Elixirs- though Ideally they wouldn't need many.

Worst case scenario, he was lively enough to tend to his friends injuries, whatever they be. He could weather whatever blow was dealt to him, blood magic made that handy, and maybe he'd gain clout for the sacrifice and dedication to the two he saw as his brothers.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:18] Two rounds to give it their all? That made perfect sense to the kaor after all anyway. Even as they were ushered through the few people littering around the entrance. Seems everything was..in a rush here however.


Keeping up with Sion's pace was a different matter however, Save for the very loud scraping of claws along the stone ground as the swarm and kaor seemly tried to keep up. Then they did realize they had an extra guest with them. They'd completely forgotten to leave their pet snake at home. Only realizing it as they glanced towards their arm. A weary sigh escaped them as they made their way to the waiting room behind the others.

However as they were getting ready to slightly rest against their own rats a screen bloomed to life. Narrowed eyes as they seemingly silenced their swarm's chittering with a single screetchy hiss. If nothing else held their attention..it was the shininess of the very screen.
(Nyx)
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[22:31] {NARRATION} The screen ushers in a very clear set of words-

"Welcome one and all! To the Tournament of Success. Here I have gathered the finest and most ambitious fighters across Joruheim to clash in this arena. I will be watching over every single one of you- So don't hold back even for a second in there. You are being watched, and you are being judged for your hard work and effort!" The man in golden aura smiles wide and nods his head.

One could only assume this was the man Sion spoke about.

".. Both rounds- Will usher in every person from both sides of the colloseum. Those with the most standing by thirty minutes- Will be declared victor. And given the spoils! Given fame and recognition! This is a team based effort. One hundred... Versus one hundred. I do hope you are prepared."

The screen flickers off in front of them- The walls start to shift- And sooner rather than later-

It becomes clear that they were in the arena the entire time. Walls begin to rise up, as sand and stone surround the ground where the walls once blocked vision. Afar- There is a similar collection of people in a rising box now.

The tournament had begun.
[22:39] What could have ammounted for at least a few hundred eyes seemingly stared at the screen as the figure spoken of by Sion seemingly began its speech. Few things were ever so interesting, Save for the opertunity to add more shinies to its ever growing horde was a true goal.

And with that it seemed the screen flickered off right afterwards rather quickly. Until it became very..very clear that the walls began moving rapidly. The waiting area had become what supposedly became the area. Strange engenering..but thats what made it all the more intersting.


Uttering a soft calling to its bonded star the rats would soon begin to rapidly prepare themselves. Hoping that the others would be doing the same, With only two rounds to make it or break it..they'd need to go all out.
(Nyx)
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[22:44] Give his best? That's all Sugarboy had ever done in his fifty five years alive, if he didn't pour his heart and soul into everything he did, then it wasn't worth doing. The words of the divine invigorated him, he wasn't the most skilled warrior, having quite his fair share of defeats compared to his other victories, collected mostly out of battle.

However, the announcer said words that were music to his ears, a team based effort. All of Sugarboy's losses reflected on him solely, not a dedicated warrior, he certainly shined brighter in a group.

He'd look around to the group around him, teammates. The old man had a deceptively good memory, and absorbed faces pretty fast. Allies to heal and support. Though he'd stick closest to his boys, in a team event, he knew these three mortals would stick out more when The God saw how Three of Gehenna's finest worked together, having known each other, fought beside one another, and bled beside one another for almost three decades now.

The coliseum and their opponents would be presented before them rather suddenly, it caught him off guard, but truthfully it worked better for him given how pumped and ready to get out there he was.

"Alright fam! Let's give'em a good fight, and show them what Gehennans are made of!" He'd roar out, his blood already leaving his body as he was itching to test his mettle in the spirit realm. As their allies passed through the gates, a massive wave of water would be conjured behind them, picking up and carrying their forces with ease towards their opponents- surely it was a little intimidating to see almost a hundred Wardens surfing in your direction- Yeah, that's the kinda flash Sugarboy brought to the table.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:46] Tototl's visible eye widens as Caendr's opening speech begins. Two rounds, one hundred against one hundred - Spirits it was a war for a tournament. Cruxati's Chieftain chuckles quietly to himself as the screen flickers off and the room begins shift.

This was a holding cell for the time being.

As the walls rise above them Tototl withdraws the whispering blade from its sheath. Yet... It's silent here, perhaps mainly due to its attunement to the realm itself. Cruxati's Chieftain begins to usher forth his reserves of mana, pushing those usual boundaries most magi had issues breaking through. Cyan mana erupts from the Gehennan, the visible eye overtaken by a flaming orb of similar hue.

"To glory, then! Let's show them how the Tribes fight, you two - The many, even!" Gripping the blade with both of his hands it'd react in turn. Mana runs along its edge, the blade held just above his left shoulder.

With the overabundance of mana he'd let out a light mist into the tournament's field - An advantage for himself more so than others sadly. It moves along with the Chieftain, his physical form gradually becoming harder to pinpoint among the ethereal fog.
(Tototl)
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[22:54] {NARRATION} The warriors begin to storm at one another! Lethality wasn't a risk here in the tournament, as fighters would be holding back a great deal- But perhaps that was the false way to look at it. The wrong way. Is holding back really giving it your wall? Like two marching war groups, they crash like a mosh pit.

A giant, huge man storms forward- Roughly the size of Tih-Noctem at a full twenty feet now. Clad in full and complete armor, the super huge warrior finds themselves staring back down at the group of three.

"Bahahaha! Small fry! Yes! You'll fall by my blade!" It was promptly after that - That the titanic man slammed his blade down aiming to squash poor Nyx, Tototl, and Sugarboy.

Swords clash all across the tournament, thousands of people sit in the stands applauding and cheering- Roaring outwards as glory fills the entire ring they fought in. This is it- This is the Tournament of Success.

THE FIGHT WAS ON!!!!
[22:55] {NARRATION} (For your -best- experience, please use the /vit command now!)
[23:02] The flood that pushed the warriors forward would drop them, the tides warping around each of them to continue forward and push their opponents off kilter. Sugarboy's opening charge was certainly large and in charge with the great finesse it took to twist the waves to miss his allies.

However, as people began squaring off to their own, the Gehennan's would find themselves shoulder to shoulder, turning as the colossal warrior set his sights on them.

He'd swing his blade, and the residual flood from his first onslaught would wrap around them defensively, shielding the three and slowly his swing. Currents would carry the three out of the way. It took some focus, but the King of Rats and Chieftain of Cruxati would find their own dry air bubble within the dome of water.

This is where they would show their skills, in a smaller Arena of Sugarboy's design.
(Sugarboy)
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[23:04] That ethereal fog accompanies a wave as the forces surge forth. What's evident within that smog is the Chieftain's burning orbs - Watching, waiting for the first thing he could get a good strike at. It's chaos as the two forces meet, and with it Tototl gets to work on his usual violent dance.

Arcanium clashes against what it can as he helps the line hold their ground. Yet - There's bigger fish for Gehenna to fry right now. Cyan orbs stare up from the ethereal mist at what could very well be Tih-Noctem in a far different life. As their blade comes soaring forth at the group Tototl readies his blade.

Oh, the sounds of battle. A Gehennan's true calling lie here.

"For the future of Gehenna - For a story none will ever believe!" Tototl's giddiness had bled into battle. Those flaming cyan orbs flit all the brighter as adrenaline and excitement begin to mull together; Potent mana had already intermingled with adrenaline, and with emotions added to the mix?

Cruxati's Chieftain decides to make the first strike of the trio! Rushing through the mist, the ethereal form of Tototl strikes at the giant's legs.
(Tototl)
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[23:06] As soon as the storm of warriors began the rat king took a deep breath before letting out a bellowing scream to its rat swarm. Causing them to glow with the faint celestial flame that covered the demon itself. Snake Twisting and winding around its features as they moved as a single solified unit with the chieftians before a giant man seemingly finds the group first throughout the chaos.

Quite litterly being carried out of its path by the swarm behind it as they began to ready their counter attack. Dipping their claws with firey celestial mana once more as laid back on the defensive-offensive side of things. Opting to pelt the giant man with rats imbued with mana and calling the stars.

Let the balance of stars guide us foward tonight.

Another battle,another task. And the rat king would answer its very call once more to conquest. "For the story that never started chieftians..Lets win us some favor in this realm!" A hoarse cry shouted as the barrage began to rain down upon them.
(Nyx)
[23:32] Three against one, and evenly matched as well. Or rather...overmatched, Too many pools of water that they kept getting swept into as they fought against all odds. Pushed to the very brink they continued to fight against all odds.


Flame and stars, the power of the spirit world and the ever shifting rythem of the flow of water commanded by all three of them was in its earnest, a moving tide. Both with its mismash of creations that in a strange sense of irony...worked.

Though it was thanks to the the very chieftians that the rat kaor could do something spetacular in their eyes. Winding up a flaming rat that they hurled through the air, cleaving a fiery trail through the air as they watched its path become guided by the blades of energy from Tototl and the surfer style of Sugarboy to land true into the giant super human. Hopefully knocking him back and felling him with that last burning hit of rat.
(Nyx)
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[23:34] Swing by swing, the giant's blade sends winds against the group. Cyan smog, however, remains stalwart about the Chieftain's radius of effect. Tototl had to remain nimble and swift, clever and crafty during the thick of it all.

Nyx and Sugarboy are sent staggering one round which leaves it among Tototl's shoulders to pull through. They needed time to catch their breath, focus their mana once more. Thus a dizzying assault is made on the giant - Cyan flames flickering among the ethereal fog as his form shifts freely about within the cloudy area. Arcanium scrapes along the armor and with a well-timed swing upon the giant's miss they're sent staggering!

Its a blurry series of events for Tototl. At times he's hanging on by the last string of his breath about to faint, on others Tototl's an evasive warrior. Sugarboy and Nyx help whittle down the stalwart giant while they chase the jackal through its own tall grass.

Bloodied and battered yet still standing, Cruxati's Chieftain roars as Nyx claims the dazing blow. He'd assist in what ways he can - Allowing the fog to conjure up mana-based hands to increase the velocity of the flaming vermin.
(Tototl)
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[23:41] They were in his dome-ain, but their opponent brought his own bag of tricks to the mix. His own manipulation over water would grant him pockets within the drenched arena. At first it was really kicking the exorcist's ass, it seemed the way he drifted through the scalding waters was too predictable, and he took way too many blows, forcing him to stagger for a moment.

Switching up gears, he had to think more three dimensionally, No- better than that. He'd drift to the outside of his dome of water, surfing across it's surface at a quick pace, firing crimson ichor and boiling bubbles into him.

It worked much better, but there was little coordination between the three as he slowly gained the upperhand over them, sending the old man staging and flying straight up into the air as he flailed about.

Was this really how it was going to go round one? And what the hell waited for them in round two?? As he peaked, he'd begin to fall, descending gradually as he reoriented himself in the air, gazing down and getting a of the battlefield.

Then he remembered- he was focusing too much on unnecessary senses, he just had to go with the flow and do what felt right. With a determined grin to make his tribesmen shine, jets of steam would blast from his feet as he went for a dive into his dome- a miasma of blood and vicious typhoons erupting out of him as he shot himself directly into the titan.

Crimson liquid and rushing torrents shredding into him as the waters pushed Nyx and Tototl along into key positions, as they all worked insync. Healing waters drifting about to mend any injuries accumulated, and as Nyx send the colossal fight down, the water would lift for a moment as he turned to their next challenge.
(Sugarboy)
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[23:49] {NARRATION} A combined effort versus the collosal's might ends with the winds and waters being cast aside throughout the field. The tournament's ring was surely large enough to house the entire battle of two hundred men, so why couldn't it house this?

As round one starts to come to a standsill, and finally the man in titanic armor is kicked to the side.. A bell rings out from the stands! Everyone is roaring, cheering, screaming in adoration and appreciation of the finest warriors-

It is only then when a call to reconvene has the groups merge back together once more. A few of the opposing men and women gather together, pointing back at Sugarboy, Nyx, and Tototl- Almost as if- They had noticed them in particular.

... Something huge was about to follow for round two, because as soon as they stopped chatting they went to turn back and seek someone else inside of the opposition's crowd. Someone big. Someone huge.

A giant cube of metal starts to snap and roll forward towards Sugarboy, Tototl, and Nyx as the bell rings to begin round two. And the cube begins to shift, morph, expose ravenous teeth and twisting gears. A metallic super contraption- Perhaps elemental or some other-

Began to charge straight for the ground with no sign of stopping in sight! This was it. This was the opposing team's strongest member.
[23:57] Sugarboy was just going with the flow man, he was following the crowd, wondering what the pointing and whispering was about. The Crowd shifted around them, pushing them towards the center as the approached a.. Cube?

A big metal box?

That's what we're fighting? The Chieftain was a simple man, from humble beginnings, a simple port island where he fished and didn't know about magic. Even the simplest gravity rune on a tea kettle to make it pour itself blew his mind with the wonders of magic. Now he was in another realm with different rules entirely, new and mighty being, and he was fighting amongst them. And here he stood against a - OH LORD IT HAS TEETH.

No no no no no no no

The water he had used for the previous fight that floated around and above him would rush out for the- was it okay to call it a contraption? Was it made or what? Sugarboy didn't know what the hell to make of it, but he'd try to suspend it in his waters- Oh he's going to have to try so much harder than that, isn't he?

He gave it his all- now it was just about being clever with how he used it.
(Sugarboy)
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[23:58] For the few moments after the bell had rung the kaor reveled in the glory of attention. The few things it could possibly do on short notice as it seemed that all three of them had been noticed by the crowd. It felt..good to be recognized for something other than mindless slaughter.

Well that was until something else came barrling out as the crowd stopped chatting. A Giant cube of metal seemingly rushed towards them as the bell rang for round two. Something else, it was down right strange as it shifted to expose bladed teeth and morphing gears.


Ever ready though in this case...baffled..the kaor began to charge its claws once more as it grabbed more rats to hurl when ready. This was bound to get ugly very..very quickly.

Spirits protect that the chieftians dont gain a fear of metal boxes after this round...
(Nyx)
[00:00] Flaming orbs dart about as the bell rings, another rising chuckle forming in Tototl's throat. They'd done it - Round one was over. The super magi moves along with their crowd as they reconvene. Deep breaths are taken all the while, his concentration bent on keeping that mist around his form.

Cruxati's Chieftain joins in on the chatter for those that may speak towards him. The Seer was happy to talk with Wardens and warriors alike. Who wouldn't after all? Out of all chances in life, the few stood besides people who'd taken great strides in life - From upholding oaths to codes of honor.

With the chattering dying down Tototl's cyan orbs shift towards the opposing side. With the bell ringing, the cube of metal rolling and snapping towards them, Tototl finally lets out at least what could be considered a shred of sanity in the realm of spirits. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

It's surprise more so than anything. That cyan fog about Cruxati's Chieftain reacts by thickening itself - Flits of cyan flames barely noticeable within its confines. Blade held at the ready, faint flickers of bursts of mana conjuring within the licks of the smog, Tototl readies for the second round!
(Tototl)
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[00:09] Psychronix exclaims, "TIK TIK ITK TIK TIK TIK TIK!"
[00:09] Psychronix exclaims, "GRAKAKAKAKAKAKA!"
[00:10] Sugarboy says, "TOTOTL WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO"
[00:10] Tototl exclaims, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! HIT HARDER!"
[00:10] Nyx asks, "WE CANT KEEP THROWING RATS AT THIS THING?"
[00:10] Sugarboy says, "ALL I CAN DO IS MAKE IT RUST"
[00:10] Sugarboy says, "AND WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT"
[00:10] Sugarboy says, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
[00:10] Sugarboy shouts his battle cry, and not terror or agony.
(Sugarboy)
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[00:10] Nyx exclaims, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[00:10] Nyx follows suit with worse rat screeches.
(Nyx)
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[00:30] ** Sion Zinathar has inflicted an injury upon Sugarboy. ("Broken Thumb", "The man's thumb was pulled back severely hard by a rippling current of water whilst fighting a collosal man in armor. Sugarboy's head is mostly deadached to just how much this actually hurts. It's quite detrimental.", "Temporary", "Duration: Short (1 day)") **
[00:32] ** Sion Zinathar has inflicted an injury upon Sugarboy. ("Shattered Knees", "Sugarboy was run over several times by a massive soulsteel cude known only as Psychronix the Invincible. During one of these assaults, the man was too slow to get out of most of the attack- Both of his knees have unfortunately been broken, and will require an extensive amount of magic or time to fix anytime soon. Victory has been won.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[00:32] Dancing around the strange cubes teeth was more difficult than they truely led onto with. This, this was a new challange. Avoiding chomping maws as they continued to dance around, lobbing fiery balls of mana and the occasonual rat infused with one or the other element..or both at desperate times.


Yet beyond all measure it seemed that with Tototl and Sugarboy distracting the strange creature the rat king spotted an opening...And one that would hopefully end it before they ended up losing more than a few fingers.

Tossing a rat high into the sky the demon breathed a mix of fire and cosmic into its hands. Forming the shape of a baseball esk shape. Arking it backwards as they began to pour mana into its only swing as the rat came flying down. Sending a super powered star charged rat dead center into the eye of the creature. A disturbing crack of air could be heard as the bat made contact with the rat and the rat with the creatures eye.

Something had more than likely broke..or maybe something had just lost an eye. Regardless of it, the baseball esk shape vanished once the job was done. And in return they gained a splitting headache, This..was going to be one looong day.
(Nyx)
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[00:41] This was something akin to Nyx's enemies. It almost looked like a Belial-based monstrosity with how chaotic it was - How strange it was. Tototl roars all the same, shrugging that creeping fear from creeping up his spine. Mana continues to surge forth from the Gehennan, creeping and swallowing up the battle-field as the trio clash once more.

Arcanium can't normally pierce this thing - That much was apparent upon the first scrape through the smog. It's honestly, even, met with a heavy amount of surprise as it practically thrashes them all about! Teeth lash out if the warrior draws close, and should he even make a mark from within the fog he's practically tossed aside - Promptly run over with a sickening crunch of bone among his right shoulder!

"Stand strong! Remain spread out!" Cruxati's Chieftain calls out. It wanted to play a game of cat and mouse - Then three mice would remain evermoving! Where it focused on the other two Tototl would rush forth, unleashing an uncanny amount of mana within volleys. Should Tototl be chased he'd charge up blasts of mana to force the construct across the arena.

Once more his Warchief claims the lead for victory among the Spirit Realm, and once more a rat from Nyx's horde had fallen... Probably. Tototl rushes forth after that careening, flaming vermin within his ethereal fog. It's one moment that his physical form is before the construct, but in the blink of an eye he's shifted positions within the fog to the monstrosity's side. A roar and a super-charged slash of mana sends their foe skidding across the arena on a burst of mana.

Battered, beaten, bloodied, and sore they've claimed this victory.
(Tototl)
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[00:46] Ezamara Chieftain's head would be a flurry of thought about how to properly approach the metallic contruct- elemental, thing?? It clattered and ticked at them quite unnervingly, how was he supposed to fight such a creature- No, it was a warrior, no matter how obscure it was, Sugarboy respected this box.

His fellow Chieftain's words would ring out to him, hit it harder. He'd go through his arsenal, which was really only limited by his imagination, the blessings of water magic.

The dome of scalding water, while it tried to slow him, forcing it's ways between the gears and shifting plates, would also take the form of a couple massive hands.

On reaching out to grab the cube and slam it into the ground, holding for a few precious moments for Tototl and Nyx to get in some gravy shots. Though it was short lived as it shifted erratically and blended the liquid grasp. Other fists would form to punch out against the shell with the force of the ocean- though the technique was costly on his attention, and he'd be just too slow during a charge as he felt his knees shatter beneath the weight of the immense soulsteel cube.

He'd cry out and plast it with a stream of water, picking himself up as he flooded the area, using the liquid to pick himself up and carry as they laid into the beast.

Even as the whirling and reconfiguring stopped, the water would evaporate everywhere but around his legs- a make shift cast of sorts to take the weight off. Damn Nyeshk, maybe he woulda been faster in mithril, but he took a lot of nasty blows that probably would've done him in.

He wanted to fall to his knees, but that would hurt like a bitch, so instead he just threw his arms up victoriously, his head rolling back in agony from the pain of all his broken bones.

"Hell yeah team! We- did it!" He'd stutter a bit with surprise.
(Sugarboy)
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[00:54] {NARRATION} A blast of mana, a myriad of strikes. A titanic fireball from the skies above- It would seem as if the people in the stands were only here to watch this match and this match alone. People around in the giant ring were making way for the three stooges to actually handle Psychronix in its height.

It would spin around, bulldoze them, chomp when possible as various pieces seemed to turn into mouths and chomped away at it. It is by the time they defeat it, and it rolls and scours off- That everyone gasps.

"They defeated the Nethradin? Psychronix?! Unbeliavable!" Clapping ensues, the crowd roars- The team they were part of is immediately announced the victors- As they had stood both rounds and even defeated two huge foes. Once more, a screen seems to come to light.

"I'm impressed.. I don't normally let those from Helheim join- But I saw potential in that one. I see even more in you three. You've singlehandedly- Shown yourselves the victors. From the opponents you fought, your prize is won." Before them, various items would appear- People begin to clear the tournament ring, the people in the stands still watching. It is only after that where a familiar face in Sion seems to storm the ring and smile wide as ever.

"Ha! I'll be damned! You did it!"
[01:02] A deep sigh of relief echoed from the rats as they seemingly attempted to shrug off most of their headache..and failed drastically with it. Holding part of their head in their hands as they seemingly sent a few rats foreward to collect the pieces that shone the most to them.


To say the very least was that of a..different cosmic entity. Or something from a much..much bigger picture. Holding it securely in its claws along with another strange material it was relevently content with how things enevitbly turned out. Once more seemingly falling into that strange silence that carried around them.

After all, with the raging headache and bruising they didnt have much energy to speak truthfully.
(Nyx)
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[01:02] Nethradin. That makes COMPLETE sense now! Spirits, he truly thought that thing was somehow well in the head to be within Joruheim! Maybe he took one too many bashes over the head these days... Regardless of it all he'd raise his blade up in the air with his good arm, the flaming ball of cyan mana grinning under that jackal mask.

As that screen flares to life above them Tototl stares on up with those flaming orbs. Impressed. Spirits, a god was impressed by their display. Cruxati's Chieftain can only chuckle wildly as the tournament begins to wind on down, those orbs peering now towards their rewards. Souslteel - So much soulsteel. He'd take a step forth to gather a few of the rewards, leaving fair share for his companions to take.

As Sion storms the ring that flame and fog of ethereal, cyan mana dissipates upon an unfelt wind. There's a grin still plastered under that jacal mask of his. Setting his eyeson the Warden he'd give a light nod.

"Surprisingly, yes! Spirits I've ah... Not had a fight like that in years. Well, fight in terms of... Wildness." A tired chuckle parts from the Chieftain before he slowly shakes his head.
(Tototl)
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[01:04] The adrenaline was quickly wearing off, his knees and thumb throbbing very painfully. The waters around his legs, and now thumb as well, would glow with divine light as he sought to atleast mitigate his pain, reaching into his breast plate and pulling out a joint- it was soggy, but drying such things came easy to the water magi as he lit it with a snap of his finger and took a hit that left half of the cigarette in ash.

Now that's the good stuff.

He'd think as the reed hit his lungs and made his eyes tear up a bit as he exhaled with a bit of a tired and exasperated cough. The spoils of victory around them- once again he found himself in awe as he looked over their bounty as they received praise from a god.

There was a whole lot going on to make him feel warm and tingly, and it was the best feeling in the world!

"A much bigger task than I expected- But I think we put on a good show, all things considering~"
(Sugarboy)
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[01:04] {Item} You picked up Soulsteel x2. Dropped by Sion Zinathar.
[01:04] {Item} You picked up Spiritual Water. Dropped by Sion Zinathar. .
[01:04] {Item} You picked up Fairy Powder. Dropped by Sion Zinathar. .
[01:04] {Item} You picked up Fairy Powder. Dropped by Sion Zinathar. .
[01:08] {NARRATION} Sion nods his head and laughs, "I've never seen someone I've known actually win the whole thing. Impressed? That's something of myth." The man reaches into his pocket once over and reveals something to Tototl. It looked like some kind of ancient, runic emblem.

".. You're going to be the talk of this city when you leave. Listen- If you need my help, or want to come back- Use that and force mystic energy into it. One way or another, it'll click. You might not get me, but I'll try and send some one. If you use it as a beacon? It'll take you right back to Joruheim."

A nod is offered to Tototl afterwards, the man takes a step back and huffs outwards.

[After your RP... Event complete!]
[01:15] Gathering the spoils left behind, it was quite the bounty for the old man! Fairydust was always needed- especially with injuries like these. Soulsteel- he had never touched the stuff before, only hearing rumors of it when he first came to Gehenna- well, that was until a big cube made of it ran him over.

But what truly caught his eye was the floating whisp of water, something so obscure to him- Even water wasn't the same in the Spirit realm! Stowing the rest, he'd hold it in his palm, letting his mana flow into the spiritual stream, and expanding his senses to get a feel for it.

Layers crossing over layers in dizzying ways, with how high he was, his mind was quite literally blown as his eyes go wide. "Ohshitsomeonecatchme" he'd gasp as he fell flat backwards, his eyes crossing as his mind expanded in otherworldly ways, trying to comprehend what he just did.

Assuming one of his brothers is down to carry him, he'd rest with his broken knees and journey back home, with one hell of a story to tell his family and their people.
(Sugarboy)
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[01:17] That grin continues to grow under the jackal mask, now peeking out from the sides. It's turned over in his hands a number of times, studied with those brown hues of his. A gateway to come back, a way to contact Sion or another Warden. Why wouldn't he come back?

"It's... An honor, truthfully. You've no idea how much this gesture means to me and my people." Clutching the sigil tightly within his hand he'd give an affirmative nod. "As for coming back? I'd expect me either when I pass on or ah... We move towards Vanaheim on the next leg of our task."

"Wouldn't mind popping in once in a while, however. This place is astounding as are its people." Shifting his eyes towards Nyx and Sugarboy he'd let out a light huff of his own. "Beyond that, I think we all need our rest now--"

And there went Sugarboy. With a rising snicker he'd shake his head and sling the Ezmaran Chieftain over his good shoulder. It was going to be one long trek home - Well, after he conjured up another portal.
(Tototl)
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