Completed [Seasonal Quest] Upon a Star (Open)

[Mirage]

Ionu's Mercy: Ulric Silva's smile would broaden as Vena's laughter rang out from behind her, "Of course you are not defiled. I am a healer, and thus it would be inappropriate to shackle and bind every patient that walked into my ward no?" The woman's hands would begin making gently sweeps of the warriors body, brushing against every healed injury, every scrape and bruise that was now mended. Her touch was as soft as before, fleeting like the kiss of sea mist upon the cheek of a sailor. Beneath her breath the woman would whisper soft words of comfort, her eyes meeting Ulric's from time to time as she finished her inspection. If Ulric wished to make any crude comments all would be met with a gentle smile, and perhaps a laugh from Silva. She was a professional after all. Finally, she would place her hand on Ulric's forehead once more, leaning over the warrior and gazing deeply into his eyes. She would linger there for almost a full chime, and if Ulric attempted to fondle her ample curves once more he would find his hand abruptly rapped by not so gentle fingers, but a small smile would break upon Silva's lips all the same. With a final nod Silva would straighten, offering to help Ulric sit up,"It looks like you have healed well. You have a very strong body." Turning she would smile over her shoulder, "But I would expect nothing less of Xhyvas' priest." Returning to sit behind her desk, Silva would begin shuffling through some papers on her desk. Vena would then take the opportunity to step forward, sweeping her gaze over Ulric and crossing her arms under her breats, "Well, now that you are patched up and no longer speaking in babbles, there is much work to be done. Are you ready to rejoin the fray?" She would await Ulric's response to this, tapping her foot impatiently and absently pull at the fabric of her dress. If Ulric agrees that he is prepared, Vena would smile and snap her fingers. A shimmering diagram of the City of Alvadas would appear to float in the space between the two, showing dots of green and red all over the map. Vena would indicate the dots, "This is the latest update of what is happening within the city itself. The green dots represent the citizens of the city as well as our own forces. The red indicate forces that oppose us." The number of Red dots would almost equal the total number of green dots, and if Ulric were to take notice he would see that some of the green dots would suddenly flicker, and then shift to red dots themselves. Vena's eyes would watch Ulric, and if he seemed to notice this she would nod, "For some reason, some of our forces are joining with the opposition. Most are ordinary citizens, and this in and of itself would not be an issue for us. What is an issue," She indicated a large group of green dots just as the began to flicker and shift to red, "The shear numbers they are amassing, and the speed in which these things are occurring." Vena would tap the map, and the view would suddenly zoom in to a particular street where a small group of red dots were moving. As they moved through the mass of Alvadas citizens green dots would begin to shimmer and change to red. The Symenestra pointed out this little group, looking at Ulric, "The source of this disturbance seems to be coming from this group here. Wherever they go the number of the opposing side increases. So," Vena would smile, "We want you to venture into the heart of the chaos and find this little group, and stop them in their tracks. If you think you can of course." OOCAs soon as you reply Ill throw you right into the heart of the action ^.^

[Alric Wilmot]

“No one prettier then you huh? Then you do not want my help here? Alright just point to the door home then rogue." Alric rose an eyebrow at the words of their Symenestra comrade. He had not heard the voice of a Symenestra for a long time, yet he was always surprised how very much alike they always were. Their way of speaking was so similar. It always had this airy quality, with a hint of superiority. He rather liked it. It had a...flavor, about it. Even amidst turmoil and death, it was calm. Normally, Alric enjoyed change. But in this one instance, he rather liked that it was unchanging. It was a welcome anchor in a sea of destruction. Antar answered Alric's question with a strange mirth, and began a lighthearted argument with the Symenestra woman. Alric remained silent throughout the majority of their debacle. Instead, he focused on their fellow 'guest'. Drysalla hadn't yet done anything. Whether this was because she chose not to, or couldn't, had yet to be revealed. This empty place was causing a strange happiness in all of them, and he could not help but wonder if it was some sort of foul magic. "At the least the unpurchaseable part is right, I've never gone with a wench before." She'd see him look towards Drysalla a moment, "Though I do wonder sometimes... how about you Alric?" Alric wasn't paying attention, but he was not going to ignore a direct question. After all, that was just plain rude. "Oh, yes. I wonder all the time. Sometimes I even wonder about time itself. And at other times I wonder about wondering. It's all wonderful sometimes of course. Yet at other times..." Alric continued to say absolutely nothing for a while, though thankfully he was ignored completely. Alric stopped after he heard the word 'rash'. Apparantly Antar's little feud had degenerated so low that they were flinging such uncreative insults as rashes around. From what Alric gathered, Shai, the Symenestra, had accused Antar of sleeping with prostitutes. However, as soon as Alric had caught up, they had switched topics yet again. Alric still kept an eye on Drysalla, though. This was the person that was responsible for the destruction of Ionu's Temple, correct? Yet they were just standing there. She was just standing. Shouldn't they be fighting? Shouldn't he be fighting? To reclaim the honor that is Ionu's? "Well I hope you enjoy Symenestra cuisine humans, because that is all I know how to make." "Aren't cultural cuisine exchanges just wonderful, Alric? Just think of all the new recipes. Even if we can or cannot kill her we can certainly eat her.” Alric had heard what led up to the question this time, and so answered more coherently. "Symenestra food is quite awful, Antar. It's fine if the dish is watery already, like soup, for example. But try eating venison, or cheese, or anything else and you're likely to gag. I did. Though I must say, their tomato soup is actually the exception to the rule. You'll never find a better tomato soup. As for eating people. Well, give it long enough and I might come around. But not today certainly." Then they went on again, about the rash from before. By Ionu, they were simple minded. And still, not a single blow had been struck. Alric was feeling rather anxious. This creature, was responsible for all the death he had seen today. Why wasn't he doing anything about it? Why weren't Shai or Antar? And then it hit him. They were planning something. All that rambling and nonsensical chatter, it meant something. The two knew each other! And this was some sort of plan! He wasn't sure what they were doing, exactly. But it made him understand the purpose behind the nonsense. Now, if only he could understand the purpose behind the nonsense of the whole day. He might get somewhere. Finally, they agreed that Drysalla had the 'rash'. "My, what social intrigue we have stumbled upon... do you not agree... Alric was it?" "Indeed, quite the intrigue indeed. I think we'll need to isolate and exterminate the subject before it spreads, don't you?"

[Ulric]

Ulric gave a blink, a bit confused that he’d not be subjected to any indiscretions, but his judgment was yet too fuzzy for any clarity. Though he jerked, and scowled at the probing of her hands, he didn’t seek to slither off the sheets. The inky embers of stare was limned by a sickly luster, though it’d nothing to do with injury. There was a relentless, boiling fury under their bruised sockets. Thought they’d kill me, a rumbling dredged up in his chest. Thought they’d kill me, thought they’d make me kneel, he fumed.  His molars gnashed until he couldn’t endure the indignity any longer, and he grasped those offending, unruly fingers, gave them a squeeze. “That’s enough of your coddling,” he intoned roughly, and unfurled his legs so his toes shirked from frigid slabs of rock.

But her remark gave him pause. “You’ve found out, then,” Ulric grunted, regarding her through gimlets. The Priest of Xhyvas, he bit his lip, a bitter roiling in his belly. That just resides in a slovenly conceit, the kind when your god’s long dead, and you’re too jaded to forget.

The words weren’t mocking, but he felt a mockery. 

Ulric located the mound of his armor, yet flecked by dark, sticky smears, and jerked on his leather jack. “I long for it,” he growled ardently, clasping the padding around his chest, and signaled for the spider to keep speaking. He lifted the scaled segments by their backing of leather, affixing them over the broad sweep of his shoulders, his legs, so the skirt clanked over his thighs. “That’s a fair bit of conjuring,” he spoke, his glibly prying tongue bundled in knots by the mystic chart. There was a raw, prying curiosity in him, and he paused with his left pauldron only partly laced to gaze over it. Maybe we’re not just sitting in a desolate field, enfolded only by chimera, he pondered. Maybe there’s far, far more than I’d have imagined. The pauldrons came on, and then the rest of his plate, dented and pocked by tiny blemishes.

Intently, he surveyed the vagaries and moldings of those jade specks, yielding to cognition of that pattern of red specks. Mused at that tangled bedlam, the tufts of flitting jungle that projected, and censured the rowdy cluster. That only indicated there’d be a focus on the inside. There’s a madness about it, he thought. The barren, vaguely frantic raking of a power that’s trying to get at something. They might’nt pay any heed to a threat from the periphery, but they’ll have power. That ballast of meat won’t serve them forever. They That juxtapose of ruby specks, and their shifting from jade, only cemented his resolve.

Ulric looked at her, curtly inclined his chin. “You’ve found your man,” he rasped. “You’d not know it, but I’ve a grudge to settle.”

Through before he reached for his scarred shield, his lips forced in the scar of a grin.  “I’d not falter at taking on eight, maybe nine men, and I might handle anything less than twenty in a pinch, but a sorcerer? I’m a mongrel of flesh, salt, and metal, nothing more. If you’d risk my hide, then lend me just five of your men,” he cajoled. I’d have crushed the purveyor of those simulcra, but that harpy skewered me before I smashed the smirk from his face. I’ll distract them, sacrifice my body for the sake of vengeance, but I’d like an arbalest to hang back, the bulk of my charges to split and close in the jaw of a pincer.”

Ulric sketched it out before her, as if it might sway her to grant him a temporal dominion over the squad. “I’d not want to strip away your guards, but it seems we must be swift, maybe brash. The longer we delay, the stronger they become, it seems.” Jerking on his gauntlets, he cuffed at his spiky hair. “If not, I’ll find a way.” 

[Kamalia Timandre]

Embraced again by the eclipsing shadows, Kamalia stopped. Her chest grew tight, and she gripped her staff tighter. Just how much darkness would the Konti have to bear? How many lightless paths must she yet tread? As if she did not have enough seething inside her seeking to consume her from within. For within her, the Other One watched incessantly. The Other One waited, hunting for an opening, an opportunity. Kamalia ignored it, denying it any power over her. Carefully and methodically she observed the area where she was apparently transported to through sorcerous means.

Light was scarce here, but there was enough to see, and she could pick out some details to come into a conclusion that she was in a cave. The humid air chilled her skin, and the smell of limestone and mildew filled her nostrils. Back in Konti Isle, she had visited the half-submerged crystal caverns upon the coasts of Silver Lake, blessed generously with gemstone stalactites and a myriad of luminescent life forms. The crystal caverns were considered holy and sacred, believed to have been touched by the All-Seeing Mother herself. But these caves were anything but holy. There did not even seem to be life down here, save for the breathing, grasping shadows. This, too, could be some engineered simulacrum.

Water was dripping somewhere further off, and the darkness grew cold. She pulled her silken shawls close about her to ward off the chill. If the shadows lived, they must thirst for whatever light reflected by her ivory raiment and her silvery locks. Suddenly the darkness sang, and the air seemed to dance and whirl about. The black winds beckoned to her.

Uncertainty made her peer into the darkness until her eyes burned, listen as she had never listened before. But a smile blossomed upon the Konti’s lips, as though a memory unbidden had been recalled to her.

“A little more light in the darkness,” the sorceress murmured.

As if by instinct Kamalia commanded her magic to course through her cranium, before willing djed to gather in her eyeballs, attuning them to the aura of the cave. It demanded her full concentration, but it would allow her to tread the treacherous cave grounds safely. She used her staff to guide her steps, and her footfalls echoed too loudly to her discomfort. She chose to follow the dark song, undaunted and unafraid.

“You think I fear you,” she said imperiously, her expression serene and implacable. “I have known darkness deeper still. Show yourselves, and be done with it!” Her voice thundered, challenging her summoners.

[Fallacy]

There was nothing and then there was everything. That is this transformation could be described as. Another great flash of light flooded the city, and once more the city was changed, but not so subtly this time. Whole buildings disintegrated with a thought, a single will. The landscape changed and the ground swayed like the oceans waves, and with the wave of pure imagination came the desired change. No longer was Alvadas, Alvadas, but something else. The city of Illusions had lost this battle, and some would say that the fight was lost before it even began. The illusions, Drysalla, they all were too powerful, too unique, too awesome? With the city, everything else vanished as well, including the people. Reality or illusion none did it matter in Alvadas, for they were one in the same. Or perhaps they were not gone, but buried in the myriad of illusion that was Alvadas, stuck in the old illusions that were present? As the dust settled, the excitement dies down, what was left of Alvadas, or what is now the new Alvadas, was a single structure surrounded by a great moat of lava. The molten rock freely flowed from it, cascading down the tall peaks of its great towers. Formidable walls enclosed the place, and dark iron gates greeted all who would come near. This was Drysallas Palace, and the new Alvadas was now her playground, ever changing on a whim. Though, not all hope was lost, and Alvadas could be restored. The Legendary alliance against the city still didn’t possess one key piece, The Kasai-dala Mirror. It still was in the possession of the opposition. Not too far from the castle, hidden by an illusion all its own, many people were gathered, shielded by Alluvia’s blessing. The Triad member stood tall, while the Shale, Karash, and Menna looked down at the other unconscious ‘survivors’. It was only the small band of them left. Even though there was a small band, Alluvia looked confident. Those Illusions have invoked her wrath, and no one gets away with this in her city. When the rest of the party would wake up, all them would find themselves in a bed of their own, wounds all healed, and Djed restored. Though not everything was fine and dandy. They would find themselves with a dizzy feeling if they tried to get up too fast, and a slight sensation of nausea. Their muscles will feel stiff, as if they had been asleep for a long time, and their bones would feel slightly heavier. Though nothing was too severe. As they would look around the room they would see it was lit rather brightly, and had a comfy log cabin feel to it. A certain charm was brought to the atmosphere, and another table was off to the far side of the room. There Shale, Karash, and Menna would be sitting. There would be enough seats for them all to have one. To the right, there would be Alluvia of the Triad staring out a window looking upon the castle that now was Alvadas. Turning to see the people were awakening, Alluvia smiled, or tried to. ”Glad to you are waking up.” she said crossing the room over to the table and taking a seat, ”A lot has happened.” she said, ”You see, Drysalla found whatever she was looking for and this is the result.” she pointed to the window, ”Alvadas as we know it is gone.” she said, her tone reflecting the leader that was trying to be. Showing grief at a time like this was no way to lead a group of people, ”But do not despair, there still is hope.” she said, on the table sat for all to see a hand mirror. Bronze in its make, and old looking. ”I now hold one of the artifacts granted by Ionu himself: The Kasai-dala Mirror.” she said, ”And without its power Drysalla cannot truly fulfill her desire.” ”You all have done so much for the city, but the big fight has yet to come.” she said, ”Will you all unite and help us purge Alvadas of this nightmare?” she asked for their assistance, ”Will you stand and fight just a little more to banish these people back from whence they came? Will you aid this city in its final stand to be rid of these fiends?” she went on, ”Alvadas has been my home. It has been your home. It was even stated in prophecy that some of you assembled here will rid the coming evil, purge it from the illusions. I ask you, will you make this prophecy legend or will you make it a lie?” She went straight into things, not bothering to explain the current events. Although she would answer any questions that were asked. OOCAll of you remaining and those of you who would like to finish this quest, lets get on it. There will be goodies for those of you who stuck around to the very bitter end.

[Miro]

Miro was completely unsure what had happened. Last he remembered he was sitting in an office. It was one of a woman, and filled with those of his companions. Was it not reality? The memories seemed so true, so real, and yet, such was to be expected of Alvadas. The names, and faces slipped his grasp, the more he tried, the more the memories faded into shadow. But one thing was clear in his mind, an attack on his beloved city of illusions.

It was him and Iliana, against a dreadfully strong woman named Drysalla. She had toyed with them, threatened their lives, merely wanting to see the world burn. The detail on how he had been saved were unclear, but it was clear that he was alive, and in good condition. Perhaps Ionu had taken to caring for his citizens, saving Miro from certain destruction. Where was it again he had just been? Miro clenched his hand around his face, trying to get a grasp on his mind. It was useless, something major had happened, something unknown to the pitiful boy with a shattered memory.

Miro opened his eyes, seeing bright light and the truth of his situation. He was unconscious, his sleeping mind unable to grasp properly what had happened. The blanks began to fill in, Alluvia, how he was saved, everything. Well, not quite everything. He felt as if he had overgiven in the Flux, attempting to do several flips. His body ached down to his bones, and his stomach twisted in his gut. It was uncomfortable, but nothing he could not overcome.

Finally he sat up on the bed, stretching his arms out and yawning. Looking around, he saw very peculiar sights. There were some guests here Miro was not familiar with still asleep. Were they even citizens of Alvadas? And across the room, awake, were a few familiar faces. Shale, Alluvia, even the owner of Divine Legacy and the young girl who often worked behind the counter. Miro began to blush slightly, always admiring her whenever he happened to pass the shop.

Even more shocking than that was the room they were in. It appeared like the home Miro had lived in during his childhood. As he looked around, he saw windows, yet no connecting rooms. It was like the room Yasminy had made, but different, containing windows that allowed Miro to peer outside. Through the window he did not see Alvadas, nor the underground, but something much more confusing.

Miro lifted himself from his bed and walked to the glass outlet. Outside was a dismal sight, not one he would imagine even Ionu to find amusing. It appeared as a villain's castle, one that had appeared in Miro's mind when told stories in his youth. Again, something reminded him of his childhood, causing him to doubt its reality further. Perhaps this was the dream, and again he would wake and find himself in a bed. Either way, dream or not, he would do his part to be the hero, as it was only fitting.

It was not long after Miro began to admire the setting that the others began to wake as well, prompting Alluvia to speak. Again, Miro admired her speech, causing Miro's aches to turn into burning passion. He pounded a fist against the wall and turned around with a devout glare. "I am standing, and I will fight. But you should know, this is not a fight we can win! I faced this Drysalla and failed." Shame rest on his face, unsure of what any of them could do. "But, if this is our destiny, and this mirror our weapon, explain what it is I am to do...and I shall fight until our home is back in our hands once again...or fall in vain.

[Eridanus]

Eridanus proceeded into the red room, warily edging forward as he inspected the area for suspicious activity. A flaming axe descended, and he leaped out of the way, only to find himself leaping into a flash of nothingness.

There was a myriad of colors and voices, as if he were living life in fast-forward, and the next thing he knew he was waking up in a room, with a low murmuring in the background. Confused, he realized that his hampered vision from viewing Antar's relic was no more, and that the famous Alluvia of the Triad was talking just as he was getting up.

There were others in the room with him, but he paid them no attention. Instead, he sat up from the bed he was in, squinting as he looked out of the window of the cottage.

Alvadas was no more. Instead, only an ominously grand castle stood, complete with lava and stoneworks. Something had went horribly wrong.

"Wh-what's happened?" He asked, confused. "I was searching for... the red room... The bones!" Urgently, he repeated, "Where are the bones? We needed them to stand a chance against the illusions!"

[Bob Barton]

Stealing is bad and anyone, even a kid would know it but what Bob did was not stealing. He just accidentally took something that did not belong to him and he was even willing to compensate it with something that the crazy man wanted but was he really plain crazy or some sort of genius that no one could understand? The security system in that place was really terrifying. It must have been because somehow they were able to harness the power of the boggle sworts! Granted that the "better part" of Bob's nature was questionable but he saw it for himself when that light came all over the place and made everything shift and change like an intoxicated dream. "Petch..." the security system. Made him intoxicated so that the boggle sworts would come after him. Now everyone would know that he did something.

When Bob got up he got up screaming "aaaaaaaaaaa" because he was thinking he was caught and chained up because his body was feeling so restrained with all the stiffness and heaviness. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa" again with the nausea which suddenly attacked him. Some of the boggle sworts must still be on him and making it so painfully bright. No more shifting or Bob might end up dirtying the lovely log cabin with what he ate earlier in the day. Wait, a log cabin? Bob looked around and unless there was some crime spree and Alvadas had some very strange laws about keeping their prisoners, there were too many people in this rather comfortable room. Shale and Eridanus being prisoners with him he might understand since they were both bigger scumbags than him but the others look far too respectable and well to do for it.

Bob sat on his bed to try and recover from the nausea and weakness while he watched and listened to figure out what exactly was going on. A lot has happened resulting in..."whoa!" That fortress-palace-playground has just got to be one of the most terrifying and magnificent looking things that Bob has ever seen. It can make a guy jealous for it but if it only took one thing, "what was it that Drysalla found?" that Bob could maybe try looking for himself next time. Of maybe he should just take that mirror on the table he saw. The last thing that Drysalla needed. It has to have some power in it if it was granted by Ionu himself and power was always good.

And that was exactly what they needed here. Power, not bones like that stupid ethaefal was suggesting. "Why can't you just use the mirror to fulfill what Drysalla wants?" Bob asked rather proudly although the statement might make him seem like some sort of a traitor but that was only because he did not complete it until a brief pause that it should be done "in a way that you want?" It made sense to Bob because stories can be written however they wanted and this one was written by Drysalla so far but everyone knew the most important part was the ending. That was the one they were in control of currently.

Bob was not too keen on a big fight. Alvadas is not even his home so that logic was just wasted on him. The prophecy? It was nothing but a bunch of shyke. Bob came here on that only because he was promised certain rewards but he has never even saw any to date. Giving a big yawn to show his disapproval of that logic to the leader, he just waited to see if whatever they had planned was worth him joining because he was not willing to die today for anyone or their city.

[Kamalia Timandre]

The world did not make sense today. But when did it ever? Sometimes fictions and illusions revealed truths that reality obscured. Sometimes reality was too much to take in heapfuls. In Alvadas, these things did not seem to matter. Here, bedlam ruled and reality was malleable as wax - soft and easily sculpted.

Again and again the colors embraced her as the shallow waters of illusion ebbed and broke on the shores of reality. She was flung to a world of no rules, no boundaries, no limits and no restrictions. Was she going mad? Perhaps, but Kamalia gripped her sanity fiercely, determined to see an end to all these. Colors unknown to her bled into each other, and everything swirled and spun, until finally they reached quiescence.

Once again she opened her eyes to see what had remained of Alvadas. Was this another illusion? Possibly, but she was too weary to care. She could feel her djed restored, thrumming and coursing through her veins. She felt renewed. She felt alive.

She sat up, her eyes methodically taking in her surroundings, while her mind hastily worked to piece together the sequence of events. The pace of the events and seemingly endless swirl of illusions had left her dizzy, but she had little time to spare and squander. She had to know what was going on. The sorceress rose and snatched the Pathfinder staff that leaned against the headboard of her bed, before walking towards the gathering.

As always, the Konti sorceress was content to listen and observe. She simply watched as familiar faces spoke, showing no expression but chilling placidity. When Alluvia pleaded for their help, her lips merely curved into an enigmatic smile, while she straightened the creases upon her embroidered shawl.

[Fallacy]

Alluvia looked over all who were left. They were a rag tag group, but she was all that she had to work with. This situation was overwhelming, even for her, but she kept as calm as possible as several questions were asked. She listened politely as tea appeared in front of her. Picking it up she sipped it and smiled, her tea always tasted so good. Setting the tiny and fragile glass down her gaze went from one person to another. At least one of them was inspired by her little talk. ”Why don’t you all have a seat?” she asked motioning to the empty chairs present just for them. The Traid member took a moment to collect herself and her thoughts. ”I was informed by Mr.Karash that the bones are no longer applicable.” she looked into the tea cup, before her gaze cut across the room and stared at Eridanus, ”You have failed to collect them. It is a shame, but we must move past it. The bones were an option, but not the only one. I have succeeded in gaining the favor of the Elementals.” she smiled triumphantly. ”In fact, they are the reason that you four were not swallowed up with the rest. It was their power that shielded us from Drysallas power.” Her gaze lifted from Eridanus and went to the window looking at the castle before returning to the group. ”Drysalla has gained control over the illusions of the city of Alvadas.” she announced, ”They follow her whim, and this is the result. Alvadas is no more.” she sounded almost broken when she spoke that, ”According to sources she and the other people who follow her were brought back from the dead as a fragment of their former selves by the artifact in this very room. Drysalla seems to be the leader, but there is also the legendary Hypnotist Verlyna, and the Animator Andres Towers.” she reached for the mirror and caressed it gently like one would expect a grand treasure like that should, ”This mirror is what started it all. The Kasai-Dala Mirror,”she looked into it seeing her reflection, but then it began to change, and she forced herself to look away. Anyone who knew even the basics of Ancient Tongue could tell that eerie name of mirror. The Hope Changing Mirror which grants the wishes of those who wield it. ”It is our belief that she wishes to use the mirror once more to actually become real.” she said. ”Or worse to become a new god.” she shuttered at the thought, ”Whether or not the mirror can grant a wish is only speculation, but we cannot let her even attempt to use this relic. You see, the power of the mirror is to grant the wish of its wielder.” she turned the item in her hand, ”To think such an un-expecting mirror could hold such fierce power…” Obviously she didn’t need to state why Bobs suggestion was a bad move. Now however wasn’t the time to be observing the mirror, ”However, we must take back the city, and restore Alvadas to its former state.” she said, ”In order to do this we must overthrow and destroy the illusionary legends which have overtaken the city.” she nodded, ”To do this, we must find a way into the castle. To aid us,” she smiled, ”The Elementals Ap, Vayu, Prithvi, and Aguni have decided to lend us a part of their power.” With that the log cabin around them started to fade, and soon the group will find themselves sitting in a field, a giant castle looming over them, ”Great Elementals of Alvadas, rise.” she said, ”Aid us in this final battle. Fulfill your promise, as I have already fulfilled my end of the bargain.” At the end of her plea, the earth itself started to shake, the wind picked up, the sun seemed to glow just a little brighter, and water started to fall from the sky in little droplets, like a spring rain. Four distinct voices rang out and seemed to shake the very ‘reality’ around them. So much power was held in these voices and one by one the four presented themselves. A mountain of earth taller than the fortress which was now Alvadas rose, his voice boomed with the hardness and the stability of stone itself, ”I am Prithvi, the Elemental of Earth.” it announced, a voice like gravel, ”My gift is for the one named Miro.” with the announcing of the youths name, a small pillar of stone rose next to him, ”Behold a treasure Ive kept for a long time. May it be of some help.” then the pillar cracked, and turned to dust, ”This gauntlet allows one to play with the stability of earth itself.” Fire rose from the ground, a giant pillar rising from the east, consuming everything which was nearby ”I am Aguni, Elemental of Fire.” his voice was accompanied by lots of smoke and was as dry as ash itself, ”My gift is for Bob.” A wisp of flame dropped from the being, discarded, and on the ground it withered and started to form a shape, ”Take this slingshot, as its power will enhance a Reimancers Spells, adding a little fire power.” The wind blew in a gust, and twirled around picking up debris and earth and slowly the elemental became visible, ”I am Vayu, the Elemental of Wind, and my gift is for Eridanus.” with that a glint of steel became visible and flung itself at the warrior expecting him to catch them, ”these Greaves will allow the wearer to walk on the air itself, but be warned that many have died abusing its power.” Finally the droplets which were falling from the sky stopped, suspended, they all started moving towards one point forming into one mass, ”I am Ap, the Elemental of Water.” being dragged with the water was an amulet, circular and having a water droplet etched, ”My gift is for Kamalia. This amulet allows the wearer to take my form for a short while. Use its power wisely.” Afterwards the elementals vanished without a trace leaving behind only the gifts which they presented to the people to aid them in the last leg of their journey. Clapping her hands together Alluvia summoned their attention once more, ”To the castle.” she pointed at it ”This ends now.” with mirror in hand, held like some sword, she lead to group to the very base of the moat. Lava boiled up at them, and across the burning lake was the black castle gates, down, barring entry to all who tried to enter. This was their first challenge… raising the gates and entering the courtyard.