Meeting Sitria/Battling

From the Whispering Willows and to a traveling caravan, Vivica traveled throughout Valmasia on a cloud. With the crowns she had on her person, the young woman had bought gear more fitting for the harsh environment for Dragon's Peak.

Foot was obtained, but Vivica knew that if she were luck enough, she could find a hare hopping around the grounds of her next location to sink her teeth in if she were hungry. However, she did have enough to pay for some bread, cheese, and a few apples.

No emblems had shown any faction she was tied with. Nothing gave away of the woman's position and she kept herself high in the sky. Rain followed where she had gone. Storms passed out cities, including Loranthis itself before Vivica found herself within the cold environment of old Frostvale.

The city was in ruins. She wasn't here for any purpose besides visiting her parent's grave and after some time, the young, cloaked woman had come upon just that area in the back near a cliff where Ciel had made it for her all of those years ago.

"Kraus.. I pray to you. Guide my path." She spoke in a whisper to herself. Fire was summoned to melt away the ice and snow from the gravestone and along the ground where she was to sit. Steam evaporated and disappeared in the air around her to dry the lands while wind was used to sway away the snow from around her.
(Vivica Loirdne)
Dragon's Peak never changed. Not since the last time she had made her visit. Too long. Since the last time that she had even stepped foot within the ruins of what used to be Frostvale. All those years ago where she met the man who made it all happen, to place herself where she is now. All of the effortless training for Giant form, where her power had began to take off. The transformation of an Ultimate Warrior had originated within the ruins.

The Undead's latest provenance having been Loranthis, it would be a more smooth and efficent travel up north. The trip relatively taking a short amount of time. The brutal envrionment of Dragon's Peak had no effect on the Undead. Thats exactly why. Or at least it didn't hinder her fighting capabilities! Besides, she was drakan and had an affinity for flames. There was no such worries on her mind.

Roaming about the snowy wastelands, eventually coming into view would be a campfire in the near-distance with an unknown figure. A cloaked individual. It was difficult to make out any key features, though one that stood out upon the Behemoth was the disgusting amount of depravity. Terrifying at that.

From afar, Vivica could hear the clanging of chains against equipment and armor. A massive seven foot and eight inch tall Undead woman approached, the Malevolent force gradually becoming easier to make out now entering close proximity. Crimson-hues stared down upon Vivica, even with being a few feet away form her. Intermittent glances were exchanged between the fire and the woman herself. Only a moment later to begin speaking.

"Hiya, ah'm not scarin' ya' er' interruptin' am ah? Jus' weird ta' see someone like yerself out here. .no one eva' comes up 'ere anymoe'.."
(The Undead Behemoth)
A fire was made not far from the gravestone under the tree. It was beautiful in this mountainous area at the side of the Frostvalian ruins. The snow was chilling, but for a mage like Vivica herself who had an affinity for fire and ice magics, it didn't bother her very much, especially because she was cloaked and masked to keep herself warm.

From the grave and to the fire she wandered and sat to think to herself. Just days before, she attempted to kill herself before fighting a kaor. Now she was here to pray. Such a turn of events. Maybe she needed this more now than ever. The reassurance that she'd be alright.

Yet.. she had no one to speak to about her troubles. She was more interested in talking to her parents, but alas, they were too busy for her almost all of the time. She understood that, but each time she got the opportunity? It slipped through her hands too quick. It was disappointing.

Now? Her mind was all over the place. That was until depravity, horrid amounts of it almost similar in stength to Thom's, had approached. Chains rattled and reverberated throughout the air and carried with the winds.

Silver eyes took a glance in the direction. A tall, undead woman. Heavily armored was approaching. The woman spoke. Questioning if Vivica was scared or if she had been interrupting anything. Thus, she'd answer in a calm manner. Respectful as well despite the depravity.

"Not at all. I came up here to pray at my mother, father, and adoptive father's gravestone over there." A finger rose to point towards the tree. "It's been far too long since I came to pay my respects for them. I've finally made the time." Under the mask, Vivica smiled. "What might you be doing here?"
(Vivica Loirdne)
What peaked her curiosity the most, what was Vivica doing up here? From what was heard, this was a gravesite for her mother, father, and adoptive father. Interesting. Though she did not want to dig into someone else's personal knowledge and information.

Just who was this young girl? Eyes drifted all across her stature, up and down. Pinkie and ring fingers were missing on her left hand. Reminded Sitrianna to when she lost her hand! Though. .when she was alive anyways. Now the question was asked of her. What was Sitrianna doing here? It could be seen across the Undead's visage. Uncertainty. What was she doing up here? Was it to simply reminisce of the more simple and prosperous times.

"Ta' be honest wit'cha kiddo ah'm not even sure. Ta' think more. .ta' rememba er' try ta' forget. Not sure. ." Such vocalities sounded to be dull. Lifeless. As if there wasn't a care in the world. A moment of silenced passed as Sitrianna had forgotten about introductions.

A step closer was taken to the fire, unfortuantely unable to feel its warm embrace. The kindling snapping and burning bright. Her massive stature fell to the ground with a thud, bottom meeting snow. She resumed. "Ah'm Sitrianna. Known as da' Behemoth er. .Undead Behemoth now. How 'bout yerself kiddo? Where ya' from?"
(The Undead Behemoth)
The undead woman wasn't even sure why she was there, which concerned Vivica, but even at times she too left Cinderfall without knowing why. A break from wherever she had come from, maybe? Though, a brow was raised just moments before Vivica gave a nod of her head.

The woman approached and placed herself before the fire with the storm mage who was sitting on top of a cloud just before the warmth.

"Sitrianna, the Behemoth? Undead.." Vivica repeated and removed the mask from her face. "I'm Vivica. I used to be from Nostvale and Loranthis." She spoke in a calm manner, wanting to avoid mentioning that she had been from Cinderfall, especially with this woman giving away she was undead, but her appearance had given that away as well.

"I've heard about you before. From a yokai named Cucco back when I was younger when I met your son, Raja." A smile appeared from the young woman's visage. "It's nice to meet you, Sitrianna."
(Vivica Loirdne)
A mask would be removed, a ruinic tattoo in the shape of an hourglass. Huh. Perhaps she knows time magic or. .supposed to represent some sort of group? Her name and 'title' had been repeated through Vivica. Shortly after a name and old locations of where she used to reside. 'Used to be' from Nostvale and Loranthis.

It seems that. .she is known? A yokai named Cucco was mentioned and as well as when Vivica met her son, Raja. Oh, well thats interesting to know. Though how would she know her son Raja? She 'used to be' aligned with places connected to the Alliance. There were. .suspicions though none that'd she go out of her way to know. As if she cared anyways. .there was no one demanding her to kill Vivica, nor was there any reason to.

"So ah'm known after all. .mah reptuation and name still stands. . One extensive arm reached around the fire to shake the hand of Vivica. "How do ya' know mah kiddo? Ah actually have a few moe' runnin' around in Cinder. Ali n' Bevolt. . There was. .disgust splattered across her expression. Shaking her head. Cinderfall. Whenever it came to mind there was just. .backstabbing agony to be felt.

"Tch. .Cinder . .n' ah used ta' be a Hero n' stuffs. Everyone knew meh dere. .even Liara. .we were pals. Heh, rest in piece."
(The Undead Behemoth)
The smile remained on Vivica's visage. Her arm extended to that the woman's hand to shake in her own. A friendly disposition regardless, still, of the amounts of depravity that circulated from the massive woman's beaing.

"It appears to be that, yes. I know of Bevolt, but not Ali. Raja is one of my teachers for blacksmithing. Liara.. she adopted me in Cinderfall." It was risky to say, but she did. "After.. she killed Thom, who adopted me in Loranthis. That man was my idol." Vivica continued to smile.

"Vivica Takashi was who I used to be." Her tone was calm. "I'm an elemental summoner, just like Thom was. Did you know him?" She questioned curiously. Hopefully her mention of Cinderfall wouldn't irk the woman further than the disgusted look she had prior gave away.

"I'd love to know anything about him if you did."
(Vivica Loirdne)
The hands would shake. Only a moment later to hear that Vivica was indeed from Cinderfall. Sitrianna did not care. As long as she wasn't among the group that would have their desires set to watch the Undead Behemoth die once more. Only to think they'd be doing her a favor of 'resting peacefully' when in actuality, every part of her essence would disappear for good.

Vivica knew of Bevolt and Raja though not Ali. Eh, Ali was an inside cat. She didn't care much. She identified herself as Vivica Takahashi. Thats who she used to be. An elemental summoner just as Thom was. All of such clearly stated to the Behemoth. At the question being asked, there was a simple nod of agreement. No rejoyce or 'Oh hey small world!'

"Yeh, ah knew Thom n' stuffs. We fought n' sparred before when ah was alive. All ah know was dat he just turned inta' a bad apple with Cinder n' so he became my enemy. Ah used ta' know'em when he was a lil' boy too. Ah first met'em in Nostvale. But dere isn't much ah know after dat. .all dat he was a good boy.."

Simply conlcuding her sentence. A moment of silence followed suit before a serious expression had begun to morph. "Ah jus' wanna know one ting' though. .are ya' from Cinder? Ah' dun care if ya' are. .as long as yer not among da' group o' people who want meh dead.  .after all o' mah years o' service to'em. .livin' there n' buildin' a life. .only ta' be shunned at mah second chance of et. .ah hate'em all. .all of dem. ."
(The Undead Behemoth)
This woman know Thom. That was nice to hear, even the fact that they sparred before when she was alive was exciting until it was mentioned that because of his betrayal of Cinderfall, they grew to become enemies.

Sadly, there wasn't much Sitruana knew about Thom aside from him being a good boy before turning bad. A nod of Vivica's head was given.

That was until she was questioned about being from Cinderfall. Knots grew within her stomach, but her still friendly and calm disposition remained. No hostile intentions. Sitrianna didn't give a reason for Vivica to be this way.

However, she'd speak. "Yes. I am from Cinderfall." Again, it was incredibly risky to give away, but from what she had said, she didn't seem to mind it if she were.

"I didn't know you while you were alive, and you've given me no reason to want you dead. I do, however, hunt the depraved and yokai, but you, Sitranna, have given me no reason to bring you to rest." Was that even the way to put it? Probably not.

"And.. I'm sure you didn't ask to be brought back to life either." She knew it was foolish not to slay this woman, but she wasn't aware of her own strength either. Even if Sitrianna was considered an enemy because she was undead, while she was alive, she did quite a service for Cinderfall, which Vivica appreciated.

"I'm curious though. Who was it that raised you back? And.. I'm sorry to hear that others in Cinderfall don't want you back. I can assume the reason is to rest your soul, right?" A nod of her head was given as if confirming her own words. Though she was still curious about one thing --

"Also.. would you like to spar? You have no need to worry, I assure you of that. I'm actually looking to train the elemental I can summon." And that was true! "Do you know anything about elementals?"
(Vivica Loirdne)
Oh my gosh, she really wanted to know a lot huh?

Getting confirmation that she was indeed from Cinderfall, there was hesitation. There was currently an on-going war and that all from Cinderfall were to be prosecuted immediately. Though she wasn't going to do such, as there was no reason for Sitrianna to bring her blade up either. Vivica had said the same, though it was worded differently.

Though the assumption of not wanting to be brought back to life was correct. A woman with ambition. Sitrianna appreciated that. Curious as well, perhaps far too curious. There was silence upon the question of whom brought her back. "Yeh, ets cuz' ah'm depraved dat dey dun' want meh comin' back. Though ah'm happy ta' have a second chance. Ah dun get ta' see mah kiddos often but. .if ya' do see Raja or Bevolt let'em know dat their momma wants ta' see'em. .ah haven't even met mah grandkids yet. ."

Sitrianna wanted the conversation to remain casual, though it seems that such wasn't going to happen. Vivica wanted to spar but. .would Sitrianna agree with this? It sounded. .weird. Well if a spar is what she wanted then a spar is what she'd get! "Wasn't in da' mood ta' fight but ah dun like ta' turn down offers like that." An immense chunk of mana had been conjured and directed into the core of her body.

Allowing mana to build up, a few steps had been taken backward. The extensive eight food blade 'Ruination' beginning to illuminate incandescently all around the hilt and guard. At a gradual pace the weapon had begun to grow, the metal about beginning to morph and expand. All until it had been at a massive length of fifteen feet in length and two feet in width. Two hands grasped around the hilt ready to swing.

However there was more growing to be done! The mana directed into the core of her body was then shot throughout her mana circuits and body itself. Augmenting her physical size and strength. All done effortlessly. The Giantess was ready.

"Whenva' yer' ready kiddo. ." A low pitched voice, demonic at that. The equivalent to a bottomless gorge. Yeah, if a thirty foot tall depraved undead woman swinging around a fifteen foot blade wasn't terrifying. .then what is?
(The Undead Behemoth)
That was a true statement. It was because she was depraved. An individual who wasn't supposed to be back upon these plains with the living. With those thoughts, it made her think about the words Saulot had mentioned about advanced necromancy. Bringing back someone to full life in their original body without being depraved like Sitria was before her.

Though, she didn't lurk on the idea for too long before nodding her head. "I'll be sure to let them know you wish to see them." She spoke in a friendly manner. The woman didn't seem to be in a mood to spar, but she didn't want to pass up the opportunity either!

"Ah, I'm sorry. We could use the training, though. I apologize, miss Sitria."

And it was just after those words that the woman was preparing herself to battle. As Sitrianna's body and blade grew, Vivica had closed her eyes to imagine the very doorway that appeared time and time before.

"Open." She spoke in a calming manner. Thunder boomed ahead of them and the air began to grow much more colder than it felt before. Shards of ice rose to surround Vivica. Her hand reached for the knob that showcased in her mind and she opened the door to reach in. "Niall. Come with me again." She spoke in a whisper and in the physical realm above her hand, the two and a half foot elemental was summoned.

Moving around the woman now from her hand, the water that dripped from the bottom of the cloud-like appearance of the elemental had froze a bit, seemingly looking like snowflakes due to the chilling atmosphere. Lightning surged throughout its being as did lightning around Vivica's own body. "Help me. Give me your power, Niall."

(Rolled 5- Obedient) Cracks and pops of lightning magic surged and reached out towards Vivica. Her own magic reached for it as well to empower each other. "Remember what skills you've seen me use from last time." She tone was calm towards the little elemental and her silvery hues fell now to stare at Sitria's massive form. A nod of her head given.

"I am ready now, Sitrianna." Vivica didn't show fear towards the woman, but she was exhilarated to fight such an individual! Winds enveloped her form, fire melted the snow that she manipulated to use for herself, and now she floated before the behemoth, ready for battle.
(Vivica Loirdne)
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[17:49:00] {combat} The Undead Behemoth has been defeated by Vivica Loirdne! They're unable to continue fighting.
[17:49:00] {combat} Vivica Loirdne has been defeated by The Undead Behemoth! They're unable to continue fighting.
[18:02:40] It was easy to predict the movements of those who wielded blades. The start of nearly every batlte Vivica had encountered involved that of which she fought to dash forward, giving her the opportunity to avoid any strikes by teleporting across the field from the behemoth!

Winds from the snowstorm were thus manipulated to buffet Sitria's movements, allowing for Vivica to once again teleport before her, taking advantage of the environment around her to pierce her rotting flesh with shards of ice to once again render her time to move away again.

Even the elemental seemed to be watching for some time while aiding in strikes. Using bubbles, beams of water, bolts of lightning to strike the undead woman as well as continuing to slow her movements.

Stirke after strike, Vivica too look heavy amounts of damage from the woman's magic and blade. Snow melted from the flames that both of them used in battle, but with a last second reaction, it had been the young Loirdne to win. She took fell from her cloud after a blow, but it wasn't as much as the skin shredding blast of water Sitrianna took.

"Phew.. that was exhilerating!" Vivica stated with laughter following after. She was panting heavily already from battle. "Evenly matched, Niall." She stated to the elemental. "Keep a keen eye again." Looking now to Sitria, Vivica was ready again.
(Vivica Loirdne)
[18:09:29] Teleportation? Seriously? Ugh! This spar was going to be a frustrating one. As if there were enough magi who zipped across the battlefield! Damaging winds were conjured to break down locomotion. Shards of ice flying into her massive body as they stuck into her. No pain could be felt, though she watched as everything stabbed into her rotting flesh. Rage began to overwhelm her. No way that this was happening. .a small fry like this? Nope. Can't.

Being knocked off balance, a fist clenched allowing her body to fall to the ground. Carelessness it what she thought it to be. The more that her skin would shred, the more irate the Behemoth grew. Was she just getting old and out of touch? Or was it just. .this body? If the Behemoth had to measure Vivica's strength it would be evenly matched. .in this form anyways. Were she to exceed it? There was temptation. Given the situation and that. .this woman wanted to 'spar' upon first meeting her.

Entirely unfazed, two massive fists bashed the ground. Indenting it, forming a small crater before lifting up Ruination once more. Ready to bring about destruction and perhaps Vivica's defeat!
(The Undead Behemoth)
[18:11:12] {combat} Vivica Loirdne has been defeated by The Undead Behemoth! They're unable to continue fighting.
[18:18:52] With struggle the deed was done, though she was certain that Vivica had been a resilient warrior. A multitude of times the Behemoth had lunged forward, taking massive stride toward the direction of Vivica in attempts to close the gap and deal massive damage.

The enormous blade smashed into the ground, then dragged along the earth kicking up all sorts of debris and earthen molds, boulders of sorts all flinging in the direction of Vivica. Eventually the blade 'Ruination' met with Vivica's frame causing her to skid across the battleground and eventually land atop of her bottom.

Ya' know how ta' use yer' magic kiddo! Despite the circumstances she did have to give her that respect. Though it was time for her to get a little more serious than just going Giant and throwing herself toward Vivica. "Lets' see if yer' as good as Thom kiddo. ."
(The Undead Behemoth)
[18:29:07] Battling someone at her own strength was exciting! That was obvious in Vivica's facial expression that this was nothing BUT that! Even with her being defeated alongside her elemental, Niall.

Again their magics clashed. Blade to scythe until Sitria's massive ass sword struck the young woman, sending her flying and skidding across the ground. The young woman's scythe was plunged into the ground to stop the skidding, but Vivica had let go, leaving the blade some feet away from her.

"Gah...! Shit..!" She spoke out loud while struggling to rise. Silver eyes lurked around the snowy filled sky for Niall before spotting the elemental who was coming straight towards her, swaying around her.

"You did good! Let's go one more time. Remeber to watch my skills, Niall." She was proud of the elemental. It was growing. It was learning throughout each battle she had with it or encounter it faces against a foe she sparred with.

"Right, Sitrianna! I can prove it. Gruh!" She rose fully from the snow, brushing off all that she could from her cloak before untying the knots and letting it fly off. It was a bit distracting anyways!

Rushing to grab her scythe from out of the ground, fire shrouded her form just then. A cloud was formed within seconds, spawning just before her and low enough for her to hop on and start up another battle with the behemoth!
(Vivica Loirdne)
[18:30:49] {combat} The Undead Behemoth has been defeated by Vivica Loirdne! They're unable to continue fighting.
[18:37:39] And from the moment Vivica zipped forth towards Sitria, she jumped from her cloud to strike, but in a flash of lightning, the young Loirdne disappeared only to reappear behind Sitria and blast her forward with a beam of water!

Two actually had struck her in fact. One from Vivica, massive, powerful, and skin tearing while the other, from Niall the storm elemental, was definitely just a stream of water. The creature was growing, therefore its attacks weren't as strong, but still could deal some bits of damage.

Again the young woman teleported before the behemoth who caught her off guard, landing strikes and sending Vivica back, but she retaliated back, hitting Sitria with the blunt part of her scythe before lightning struck out from both her and Niall.

One last beam of water from both beings sent Sitria back into the ground. Vivica was panting heavily. "Niall, good job. You're impriving." She spoke towards the elemental. She had a hard time keeping herself to stand, therefore Vivica sat back on her cloud to rest and neared Sitria.

"You may rest now, Niall." And with those words, the elemental friend zapped away back into the spirit realm. Vivica glances towards the downed giant to speak!

"That was incredible, Sitria. You're quite powerful."
(Vivica Loirdne)
[19:08:22] The Undead Behemoth: H-Heh. .guess ah'm jus' outta touch?
[19:08:22] Vivica Loirdne: <*shrugs*> You did amazing, I thought.
[19:09:13] Vivica Loirdne: <*extends hand to help her up if she isn't in giant form anymore*>
[19:10:04] The Undead Behemoth: <*Accepts hand*>
[19:11:47] Vivica Loirdne: <*smiles*>
[19:11:47] The Undead Behemoth: Thank ya' darlin'. .
[19:13:29] Vivica Loirdne: <*giggles*> You're welcome, Sitria.
Gained 2 Roleplay Points
The Undead Behemoth: Ya' kids n' yer magics. .
Vivica Loirdne: <*laughs*> Wielding the magics of storms and having an elemental.. ya.. magic is awesome. Thom taught me most of what I know.
The Undead Behemoth: Oh, didn't know 'dat. .
Vivica Loirdne: <*laughs and pants*>
Vivica Loirdne: <*still tired from battle*>
The Undead Behemoth: Dis ol' bish gonna get back ta' Loranthis.
The Undead Behemoth: <*only appears in 40's*>
Vivica Loirdne: <*nods head*> I should head back to Cinderfall myself.. my parents might be worried sick about me. Perhaps we can speak again soon. I'll be sure to let Raja, Ali, and Bevolt know to see you.
The Undead Behemoth: Dis spar. .
The Undead Behemoth: Et' didn't happen kiddo.
Vivica Loirdne: <*laughs again*> Sure, Miss Sitria. If you'd like to letter me soon, please do so. I will be back home. <*nods head and floats away*>