With Adris’ heart near bursting, an approaching, salivating shadow merges with the wall as he hops aside at the last moment.
Nigh-indestructible horns smash into a framed picture of a furred rabbit resting in a burning glade, with the boy pelted by stone pieces from the wall that explodes behind it. Before the beast can thrash, a nimble hand to the monster’s chain-connected armor pieces lets him scamper onto it.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! MONKEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!”
Rearing back to shake him off, the lagomorph driven beyond the limits of sanity twists as it does so. Instead of shaking free its prize…
(No balance to hit it!)
A climbing boot goes to its head, before a springing noise rebounds off its skull.
(FLY! FLY!!!!)
Using a bit of the little remaining power, snapping teeth miss his feet, hot breath adding to the effect as Adris bunny hops to the landing at the top of the wall.
On the upper level, he takes in this enormous gallery. Like the just destroyed painting, hundreds of similar paintings rest on enormous viewing walls which teem with carvings of rabbits along their lengths. The painted scenes depict the critters tearing apart men, raping screaming women, and marching through conquered cities.
Old straw fills levels reached by ramped platforms and spaced jumping perches, with every pillar looking as if it has been gnawed on.
Rushing forward, Adris tilts with the quaking ground. The monster is scratching on the wall as it eyes him while pulling itself up, forcing him to turn left and race across an ornate wooden bridge to escape.
(Ah, please just die. Again.)
But all that happens is a growing shadow looms overhead.
Slamming him to the bridge, the creaking structure buckles as he rolls over to see his tormentor perching on the cracking railings. As it leans in to chomp him…
… it’s brown fur is lit up by a growing turquoise light, before a coruscating and waving beam of energy strikes its flank. Building for a moment as the burst pulls in, it then expands in a flash of air and force, flinging the crying maneater to the gallery below.
“Stop! Fight! Rabbittttttt!” A girl’s rich voice screams out from the hall Adris ran through. A rust-red, squat bruiser chases after them, a pale doll clinging to her while pointing a crackling rod upward.
A terribly distressed elf and an angel in dark blue also take in the situation.
“Chase up, Kol. Seek out Adris.”
“AH!? Rabbit, below!”
Huffing in dissatisfaction, Kol runs to the wall, hurling her axe to the top of it with an underhand swing. An effortless climb accompanies its trajectory, powerful claws digging in and carrying Neesiette along as the doll girl holds on by the face gap in Kol’s helmet.
Noting their immediate rescue attempt, he tries to wait for them.
(At least I’m not alone!)
Running to the edge of the bridge to look down, the gallery below features large statues of solid gold shaped like the rasselbock. Scenes of it chasing the unfortunate, hovering over the horrified prone while thrusting downward, or being fed by a girl in a simple, white dress while cuddling prompt him to fear his fate.
Thousands of smaller golden rabbit statues seem to stare back, all of their eyes locked on his. But, the most important set, a pair of pink ones, accompany an opening mouth with sharp teeth filling it.
Unharmed and fur raised, it breathes in deeply…
(Oh, right. I’d forgotten.)
Throwing himself at the end of the bridge, black smoke rockets through the holes in its slats. Reeking and melting as the cloud billows away, even the stone starts to burn with the noxious smell that almost murders him.
“Adris! Please be safe! Ah, Still!” Ave tries to get Still’s attention as she slithers into the gallery, but the cloaked girl is already scaling the sheer walls with only her hands and feet, moving like a spider to jump from perch to perch.
Left alone, Ave frets, looking at the wall with dismay. Unable to climb it, she moves into the lower gallery on her own, trying to reach the area beneath Adris as the horrible beast moves off.
(Ah, this just isn’t fair. The gallery ends at the entrance hall. I have to…)
Running now, Adris hears a crash behind him. Turning his head, he sees the rasselbock staring at him, before it screams and starts hopping angrily.
“Boss! Make rabbit fight Kol!” The distant, zealous voice belonging to Adris’ faithful front liner demands satisfaction, but Adris can provide her none.
“Follow me! You can’t… beat it here! I’ll demonstrate… my power… ahead…!” Lying as he runs, Adris refrains from crying, the fear growing as his foe stays just behind him. Kol and Neesiette keep pace a little behind on the opposite side of the room, while Still flips up to chase after Adris on his own side.
“Adris! Come down here! Jump with the boots!”
A slithering girl trails quickly below, her look one of a regent’s daughter longing for her chosen one’s safety.
(I can’t! They’re almost gone!)
Though he’s unsure how, he instinctively knows the boots won’t survive much more abuse by him. The only truly valuable thing he’s been gifted in the Castillo by his own efforts, the tool-mad boy wants to cry at the thought of them being lost to him.
(I already miss my wife/spear! Why even live if all I have is – SHIT!)
Leaping from a nearby railing, he barely avoids being squashed by the mountain chasing him.
Rising up on her tail, she keeps begging him with a teary face as she raises her hands towards him.
“Ah, I can… catch you with my wind! Right! I can… definitely do it!”
(I’ve seen what you can do!)
Hanging from a perch, he chooses to scramble up the wall instead, assured that he will “safely” reach the ground in a dozen pieces if he trusts her.
“Believe in the spirits, Adris! Ave… I can definitely-!”
“KYU.”
A noise to her right brings a shivering look, the elf ducking her head low to appear non-threatening. Unnoticed to the elf, the walls around her are honeycombed by large burrow entrances, fronted by statues of dancing rabbits.
From one, such a creature creeps into the light.
The size of a large dog, its mangy and ill-kept fur matches with its jagged teeth. Only the large, lace ribbon of blue-and-gold coloring tied around its neck is a cute affectation, yet it does nothing to reduce Ave’s terror.
“… Ave… Ave doesn’t taste good.”
Noticing its look of hunger, Ave’ teeth then chatter as she now notices she stands between rabbit-themed pillories, the platforms prepared for something other than humans to mount the person locked within. Old stains and smells that should’ve alerted her if she was paying attention implicitly reveal to her the real danger.
Inching forward, the rabbit’s dick exposes itself as it grows…
… and it is joined by dozens more that peek out from burrows, before racing toward her.
A white tide of rapist vermin closes on the girl, screaming in unison just like the rasselbock.
“Oh, right, the lower gallery is a deathtrap, just like Still said~!”
Whispering with dead eyes, innumerable horny critters corner the elf…
“STILL!!!!! ADRIS!!!!! KOOOOOOL!!!!! HEEEEEEEELP!”
A screaming girl rushes ahead at full speed, weaving while slithering, as white rabbits try to pounce on her. Crying and shaking, her arm flies out at one nearing.
The fist impacts the rabbit’s face, its body folding like an accordion before it flips end-over-end to impact the wall it emerged from. Ave’s tail lashes out, too, striking two more to the response of cracking sounds, both flying away dripping golden Vigor from their mangled faces.
Other rushing rabbits sprout dirks from their necks, the weapons flying unerringly from the platform above to lodge in their flesh, causing them enough pain to halt their pursuits.
“GYAAAH!!!! HEEEEELPPP!!!!”
Crossing another bridge as the rasselbock struggles to follow on a more narrow ledge after jumping down, Adris’ heart is cold while taking in the sight of Ave’s predicament. With a small elf below punching and slamming chasing rabbits, only Still is left to try to defend her.
(… I… have to… escape. I don’t have time for…)
Contrary to Adris’ logical mental processes, atypical thoughts immediately break through, feelings that should be irrelevant to the success of his ambitions savaging him.
He thinks of her danger, the dog-sized rabbits’ hard, swinging cocks an obvious answer to her fate if she is caught.
Horror fills his mind, the thought of what’s his being attacked.
(… She… doesn’t deserve this…)
A cowardly girl tries to be brave, a mansion’s depredations now less speculation and more stark reality as she cries out for help.
Dark, morbid desires fill him at the thought of a girl being violently toyed with and used, black hair creeping through with these.
Decades-practiced self-preservation wars with attraction, repulsion, and an urge to save her…
The rampaging feelings prevent Adris from carrying out his plan.
(… Fuck all of that! I don’t want…!)
His head cracking wide open, he finally…
“Kol! Help Still save Av-!” Ordering at the top of his lungs, completely defying his promise only to “advise”, he is interrupted by the sweet scream of a rapid incantation.
“[OH PLAYFUL SCAMPS, SPEAK UP AND SING! FLY ME HIGH, ON ZEPHYROUS WINGS!]”
As the yelling girl is piled up on by rabbits trying to cling to her while lustfully jockeying for position, nothing happens for two seconds…
Until the ground quakes, and then the air suddenly warps around the pile, the rabbits levitating off of her while blinking confusedly. Ave shakes as she floats, her loose clothing whipping a bit, opening her eyes wide in surprise before…
… the room explodes.
“GYAH! STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”
A spinning, serpentine body is launched at huge velocity down the corridor, a sonic boom of air cracking from where she lifts off. Rabbits fly in every direction at the same speed, impacting structures and statues, one being impaled on a golden rasselbock’s antlers.
Shaken by the concussion, Adris follows a green comet flash in the air to see it crash into the wall ahead. Coughing as she lays on the ground, Still hurriedly checks on her as Kol and Neesiette converge.
(… What the hell have I done.)
Briefly pondering his choices, a growling noise behind Adris causes him to quickly turn, before jumping out of the way of chomping jaws that grow turquoise-blue in color before everything explodes in front of the monster’s face.
Using the shock of the energy impact to carry him, he somersaults by instinct as he sails towards a ramp ahead…
…
…
The giant, armored form leaking pink ooze slams its enormous zweihander down.
Rolling under its strike, the force of the impact lifts him from the ground as a titanic vermin cusses. Barely missing the giant’s legs, the panting and bleeding boy instinctively tumbles along the carpet, slowing to rise when he can.
“AAHHHHHHH!”
Bleeding gold from the great slash on its body, the rasselbock horror flings pieces of metal everywhere as it responds to the giant’s assault by lunging straight into its chest. Goring the monstrosity, pink ooze gushes out everywhere from the holes it leaves when the rabbit retracts from the off-balanced guardian.
Frothing as it dances, Adris realizes the beast hunting him no longer cares if it lives or dies again.
(It’s going to… suicide… with me regardless…!)
Scrambling into a brighter room ahead, the thought of not being sodomized to death motivates him to use up every ounce of stamina he possesses. The concourse ahead is…
(… I’m here! And… the rabbit has… a shadow…!)
Climbing the spiraling stairway, he’s nearly thrown off of it when a metal-encrusted creature lifts the pipe stairs from the floor with its impact. He leaps to the edge of the next floor before the stairs part from it. Hiding behind the low wall as he hangs on, he looks to the reflective wall above, a floating crystalline eye gently rotating in view.
One which turns shadows into deadly specters.
Seeing his chance, he throws himself up before rising and sliding under a long table.
Quelling his rampaging heart with all of his might, he tries to hide. The red light from outside paints the whole area in blood, leaving him afraid that his will soon join it.
(… but from… which end…?)
Air is displaced into Adris’ face as the floor shakes.
Rising onto four limbs, brown fur knocks aside furniture as the creature nears his hiding place.
“FOUND YOU. BOY.”
As he laments its approach, the rasselbock calls out to him.
(Ten.)
Ignoring it, his thoughts stay on the count as he moves on hands and knees towards the opposite end of the long table.
Feeling the weight leave the floor, Adris scrambles.
Splinters erupt from the smashed table when the rabbit’s enormous mass lands, leaving Adris cradling himself while waiting for his buckling hiding spot to collapse fully.
(Five.)
Trying to find words to challenge or deceive it, his throat is blocked. Long past charlatanry, Adris wonders what will happen first: will his plan work, or will he suffer for all the crimes of humanity inflicted on rabbitkind.
“NO ESCAPE.
NO HELP.
I KNOW AT LEAST ONE OF US WILL ENJOY WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW.”
(One.)
Adris huddles while shaking, so winded and terrified that he can’t move.
“WHAT?”
A great shadow framed by red begins to quiver, the terror painted on the floor stretching out…
“NO! DIEEEEEE-GYAH!”
With the shadow lunging at its former master, Adris’ attacker spills off the table. Two figures, one brown and metal gray, and the other darkest night, skid through smashing tables and chairs as they roll and snap at each other.
A hissing and cursing rabbit leaking gold is challenged by the one foe that can truly beat it.
(Twenty seconds?)
Adris counts while forcing air into his lungs, trying to banish the weight on his muscles as he makes his way back to the spiraling staircase landing.
When the rasselbock, its pink eyes full of rage, tries to pull in a breath to melt Adris’ life away, its opponent answers it by engulfing the rasselbock first.
“Adris!? Where are you!?” A strained cry, full of apprehension and concern in equal parts, sounds like it has lost its reason for living if he doesn’t respond.
“Not fight giant. Not win.” Kol’s voice comes after, clearly disappointed about the wounded, gel-filled guardian of the floor below. “But rabbit, rabbit good, Moon! Smell, up there!”
“Kol, be quiet. Detain pursuers. Adris, sound out.”
“Don’t come up here! Stay down there! My power cannot…be safely witnessed or controlled right now!” Bullshitting immediately as he crawls for the edge…
(The last thing I need is four unbound idiot shadows trying to murder me! Fifteen seconds!)
Rising from the dark cloud dissipating around it, an impossibly pissed lifeform dripping pieces of its barbaric body armor stomps on dropped chains. A sheen of gold also sloughs from it, for its skin and hair is savaged.
Before it can leap, its doppelganger interposes once more.
At the edge now, Adris peers below to see a curved wall of crackling, shimmering light blocking the path he traversed. A giant’s sword repeatedly slams against it, while crazed, white marauders try to squeeze through unshielded spaces without touching the barrier.
The ones that do get past without being violently rejected by the energy field are met by a short, yet stalwart, knight. Pouncing at her, her attackers impact like they’ve hit a brick wall, falling down before she either slams an axe into their backs, or grabs them by the scruffs of their necks and mutilates them with big, lifted windups slamming into the floor.
Thrashing and splaying rabbits before her, approaching critters in too great of numbers meet huge, wild two-handed swings that cut through their faces if they don’t yield.
“More! Fear! Lose!” The cackling girl stacks a pile of twitching and bullied rabbits, dancing madly as the giant tries to close.
Rabbits that try to mob her in massive numbers mysteriously twitch in place as if held, while those that seek to circumvent her hit an invisible point of refusal before turning unwillingly to attack her.
(That’s no aura technique I’ve ever seen! That’s just fucking bizarre!?)
Yet his aura senses detect something about the space surrounding her, as if the metal-clad girl’s warrior spirit has expanded to become an impassable wall. With furred mongrels biting her as she weaves, she’s forced to accept a vicious mauling without faltering in order to protect the group.
Rabbits that do get past Kol’s unexplainable battle presence receive one of two ends.
“KYUUUUHGH!”
Sprouting a dirk from its gold-bleeding eye as a wave of dark-blue, vaporous energy erupting from the wound quickly swirls over its body, a dog-sized rabbit arches its back tortuously while flopping. The one behind it meets the same fate, with a dirk snorting from its nose before it rolls along the ground.
(Fuck you, you can use magic!)
Blades fly completely straight from Still, no tumbling to them as she moves her arm like a free-flowing whip. When closed on, she tumbles away from danger while slashing with her short sword in the same escape, cutting down her assailants in one perfectly timed, reaping stroke as the strange magic she nimbly weaves converges with the moment of wounding.
“HISHAAAAAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!”
No longer capable of words, a hopping, flailing, and crying green coil with a cute ponytail lashes a similarly colored whip at her attempted rapists, randomly striking legs and bodies as she punches faces and ensnares rabbits with a grabbing tail. Anything she traps is flung far away to impact a wall, before her spectacle continues anew.
So random her actions are that Adris cannot imagine how she can hit anything, but every movement she makes seems to majestically counteract the tempo of her attackers, even if she’s not cognizant of them.
A shattering sound comes from Neesiette’s barrier when the zweihander stabs through it, the plate armor giant covered in pink ooze lumbering forward after.
“Truly pointless. Let us desist with this distraction.”
A calm voice comes from a priceless fairy lifting her sparking rod aloft, as multiple, slavering dog rabbits leap for her.
In a flash, an expanding, pulsing barrier coalesces from thin air before rocketing outward, sending them spinning off the bursting wall.
Picked up by the growing wave, all of the rabbits are careened into surfaces, while spots purposefully clear of turquoise barely part for Ave, Still, and Kol.
(Ah.)
Pulling his head back before the wave strikes the landing, a great crashing boom comes with the shaking impact. Rolled around, he confronts the rasselbock chomping on its pursuer, before spinning and flinging the shadow.
Eying Adris as the floating eye also turns to gaze…
Adris chooses between allies with fast-moving eyes.
Locking onto Still, she turns upward to notice him, tilting her head in response.
(Let us wish for mercy.)
His heart beating inside of his head, he closes his eyes as he flings himself from the edge. Not wanting to see the moment of his death-
Grabbed in mid-air, he crashes into his savior as they both change angle. Impacting something solid, he rolls with another body wrapped around him.
His brain jarred a bit, he opens his eyes to stare down at a mask, his soft cushion speechlessly neutral in expression to the red face above her.
A trembling hand moves swiftly.
{… You ain’t… actually just a human… right?}
(No!)
“A human herald of an existence that exceeds all possible qualification and limits-”
“GET BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! MONKEEEEEEEEEEEY!”
Still rolls Adris over, before jumping up with surprising adeptness and pulling him along with her. The cloaked girl rushes him towards the archway, while he takes in the tactical situation.
Even with Kol as a distraction, only Neesiette’s previous technique can halt another tidal wave of angry rabbits, yet the source of her magic is…
Starting to sputter, as the dispassionate girl grimaces at the fading light from the emerald embedded in her magical rod.
The gem shows growing fractures, proving that her magical item is quickly being reduced to the state of Adris’ boots.
(We have to get out!)
“Leave me! Grab Neesiette and protect Ave! Only Kol can escape on her own, now!” Left still panting and not recovered in the slightest, he brushes her off and throws back the blood-stained cloak bunched up with him.
“Ah, rabbit up there?” Kol cleaves through vermin, before repeatedly and energetically pointing to where Adris had jumped from. The boy can see an approaching giant behind Kol, leaking pink goo in moving arcs as it pulls its great sword up overhead to plant her inside the floor.
On the landing she points to?
“NO, NO ESCAPE! AHHH!”
The wounded rasselbock leans over the edge, crying out in dismay while trying to jump down to flatten Adris, before a pitch-black clone of it appears to bite into its neck, wrenching it back from the crumbling overhang.
Adris screams without much dignity, fleeing into the red-painted entrance hallway through the great archway as he calls.
“You’ve been fighting long enough to ‘feel good’, right!? HIT THEM WITH SOMETHING BIG AND RUN!”
“Ah, leave, again!?” Kol screams in shock, before grinding her teeth and lifting her foot.
“Uhhhh… fine. URYAAAAAAH!”
Great pressure comes from Kol’s body as she screams, before she slams her foot into the ground, cracking the floor and causing a close explosion of air to burst out. The rabbits nearby are knocked up as the giant is temporarily halted in its swing, the girl retreating from the fray with immense unwillingness to depart.
No longer caring if they’re following him, Adris hurries as fast as his remaining energy allows him, struggling down the long hall between the maid statues. As they pile through, Neesiette, being carried by Still, produces a smaller, thinner rush of turquoise energy from her rod, establishing another barrier in the archway they crossed under.
Rabbits assemble before it while trying to leap over, frothing and crying out as the temporary screen fades in and out of existence.
Witnessing again the portrait of the smirking Alchemaster hanging above the stairs, Adris’ anger resurfaces.
As he carries himself to the small chapel door, now assisted by a worried Ave despite his assurances he’s fine, Adris creates a little spot in his mind for this woman’s image to reside, assuring himself that he’ll properly put to prose his hate of her.
(I’m going to… skin every last rabbit… I find… then… cart them straight to your throne and recite every last one of their names, you bitch!)
Characters:
Characters:
Name: Adris fehl Dain; “Mister Meat”
Titles: Scholar Bound in Madness, Greedy Informant, Lycia’s Little Brother, True False God
Race: Xin’El, Emperor’s Child (Human)
Sex: Male
Age: ?? – Young
Occupation: Crossbearer; Charlatan/Swindler; Xin’Reh (former); Soldier of Fortune (former); Bounty Hunter (former)
Discipline: Crossbearer – Cursed Aura User; Spear Veteran (former); Aura Warrior, School/Specialization: Self-Taught (former)
Powers:
[Tool Savant] – “Adris is a tool-collecting-and-utilizing fanatic. Most men would consider him disgusting for loving tools more than his own partner. Has so many tools that it can be said to be his true power. What does he do when he has no tools left? He seeks to acquire more, obviously!”
[Unknown Cross Smash] – {A MAN STRIKES ANOTHER WITH SHINING SILVER. THE MAN WHO IS STRUCK SMILES, HIS MIND AWAKENED.}
[Unknown Protection from Poisons/Compelling] – {A MAN WALKS, HIS STEPS UNWEARIED AND RESOLUTE. NONE CAN STOP HIM.}
[Unknown Communication Assistance] – {THE MAN HAS NO DIFFICULTY SPEAKING TO THOSE WHO ARE ALL DISSIMILAR. HE UNDERSTANDS THEIR SUPPLICATIONS.}
[Unknown Mental Domination] – {A MAN DEMANDS. THOSE WHO HE DEMANDS OF, OBEY.}
[Familiar] – “Through means unknown, a familiar has been acquired. Aren’t familiars a kind of tool? Isn’t this sort of strange to consider a ‘power’?”
[Obscuring Sonjil] – “Man, this thing has gotten pretty strong on Zennia. At first only creating an area of fog, it can now cover a direction? Is something wrong…?”
Disposition: Resilient / Adaptable / Sinner
Alignment: Chaotic
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, with strands of White
Skin: Tanned
Statistics:
Rantil Value – “Idiot master receives idiot information~”
Stats
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – E
Vitality – E
Dexterity – D
Agility – C
Intelligence – D
Mentality – C
Luck – F
Charisma – D
“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “If all men looked like him, it might not be odd for women to think that the gods had painted the world in only the drab color brown? While not ugly, would he not exemplify the idea that ‘normal’ is perhaps indistinguishable from ‘undesirable’?”
“There’s little to say, isn’t there? Aren’t you truly beautiful when you’re honest?”
“Playing up the mystery too much might prove troublesome? A man of only mystery can be angel or devil, yes?”
“Success breeds confidence, but is confidence always handsome? It might depend on how you assert it, a lesson you might be lacking expertise in?”
Description:
“A rather plain-looking man wearing traveling robes, what he carries hidden is far more dangerous than his appearance lets on. A disarming smile, leads to you being suckered. A clever tongue, leads to your sorrow. Possessing quick wit and intellect, hubris and arrogance are certain to follow. Well known across the floating islands of Xin, but not by name, only by reputation. Owed many favors, but not with great joy, and certainly not love. The only person he seems to care about other than himself is his lifelong partner.”
“Losing everything is often an impetus to descend deeper into bad things. In Adris’ case, it certainly amped up his energy for harming others.”
“Nothing is off the table for a man with nothing to lose.”
“Winning finally, Adris feels like he should be king of the world, but his tower is crumbling already as four girls keep destroying its foundation.”
Commentary:
“Getting what you want doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy it.”
Name: “Kol”
Titles: Idiot
Race: ???
Sex: Female?
Age: ???
Occupation: Delver, Frontliner
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Great Round Eater] – “Find enemy, get between all, swing!”
[Energized Edge] – “Kol, not need worry: every swing, good swing.”
Disposition: Straightforward / Confrontational / Respectful
Alignment: Neutral
Eyes: Pink
Hair: White
Skin: Tanned
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – C
Vitality – C
Dexterity – E
Agility – F
Intelligence – F
Mentality – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “Are you attracted to rampaging metal? Though in your case, you appreciate the voice, don’t you? Do you long to see more? If she reminds you of a certain someone, then…?”
“Is forthrightness an attractive quality? What is the difference between truth-seeking as a subject and living a lifestyle of it?”
“Perhaps an uncomplicated female would be useful for a man that seems so interested in complicating life himself? But why are you fooled into believing she’s simple?”
“If she feels excitement looking at you, then perhaps she isn’t as pretty as you’re thinking she is?”
“Vetted by the erotic thief, I would assume that you are already slavering to see her face, yes?”
Description:
“Brash and forthright, a warrior wielding an axe with two hands forsakes protection to deliver only harm. Contrary to this impression, she also seems interested in a straight up fight. If her words are any indication, she offers little thought to her actions.”
“In addition to being honest, she is also obsessive about certain things, least of which is deciding who is stronger than others.”
“Not worrying about details, Kol prefers to let others deal with them for her, so that she can concentrate on what she cares about.”
“While somewhat behind in intellect, she is far from witless.”
“Having officially lost, she considers it only a win. With Adris as her Boss, she already seeks to direct him at his next ‘goal’, which is hers.”
Commentary:
“It’s easy to forget that Kol is a big ball of rage, but let’s keep that in mind, always. Even if she’s nice sometimes, her end goal is not.”
Name: Still
Titles: Puddle
Race: Human?
Sex: Female
Age: Young Lady
Occupation: Delver, Trickster/Outfighter
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Perfect Throw] – {I’m going to turn you into a pegboard~.}
Disposition: Playful / Sadistic / Skulking
Alignment: Chaotic
Eyes: ???
Hair: ???
Skin: ???
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Attributes by Grade:
Dexterity – C
Agility – C
Intelligence – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “Do you really think it’s not obvious? What she possesses is what you’ve missed all your life, yes? Breasts and curves… are these not a new fruit for you to taste?”
“While you don’t get to see much of her, it may be that her lifestyle is the most appealing thing, perhaps? If she’s always surprising you, doesn’t that create an appeal of danger?”
“Possessing feminine pursuits such as sewing and toxicology, isn’t she perfect for you?”
“Do you find yourself losing focus in her presence? You might be weaker to seduction than you think? Or is it something else…?”
“Given yourself to her already? Even if you say that you’re not weak to sexual favors, the fact that you went back for more already means it’s already too late, right?”
Description:
“A mute girl who says much with gestures, she also has more going on than she seems to. Though not outwardly aggressive, there’s an atmosphere of danger about her. Opposite of Kol, hers is subtle… Yet, she also can protect others. Given to acrobatics, it matches with her dark, but flamboyant, colors.”
“Self composed as always, it won’t be easy for Adris to get into her head.”
“Not interfering unless she has to, Still appears to be mild-mannered, but such a misunderstanding might be dangerous.”
“Showing something of her true nature, the girl that says little can surprisingly say a lot when she needs to.”
“Confidently sexual, yet also refusing to let Adris be the aggressor, their relationship seems to move from one extreme to the other as they get past their first agreement and discover more truthful things about each other.”
Commentary:
“Rather than being pulled over, she pulled over. But in the end, she also fell for her own beliefs about Adris’ true intentions. How does she think she knows so much about him, anyway. If you know, post in the comments!”
Name: Neesiette vera Luna
Titles: “Moon”
Race: Lunamata
Sex: Female
Age: ???
Occupation: Delver, Mystic
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Rod of Force] – “A rod capable of exciting and shooting a ray of pure force. Being struck produces immense kinetic transference. Be this not obvious?”
[“Brings An End”] – “Would the title not signify its use?”
Disposition: Impassive / Calculating / Curious
Alignment: Ordered
Eyes: Pale Violet
Hair: Amber
Skin: Pale White
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Strength – F
Agility – E
Intelligence – B
Mentality – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “First imps, and now short girls? This is certainly becoming a pattern, isn’t it? Though you might not fare badly with a girl as beautiful as this, yes? Though she’s a little perfect, doesn’t she seem oddly demure?”
“Having her rebut all of your words so desperately, is it her intellect you’re falling for? Are you sure that’s wise, considering she could dethrone the wisest person you know…?”
“Having a woman stand up to you… isn’t this a strange fetish for you to discover?”
“A doll? How do you define the limits of your tastes? Or are they ‘unknown and unknowable’?”
“Do you get off on a lady devoting so much of her time to thinking about you?”
Description:
“An otherworldly existence, she wears clothing that doesn’t fit with the Castillo. With mannerisms quite distinct from all others, even the girls she travels with seem incomparable to her uniqueness. Yet, she definitely seems to be in charge…?”
“Given to only worrying about what she can demonstrate as true, how does such an uncompromising and uninterested person lead a group of four girls through situations that cannot be easily explained?”
“The reasoning member of the group, all of her questions are direct and impossible to sneak away from.”
“Finally revealed, her interest in Adris is inextricably tied to the book that he has proved capable of reading. For what reason does one desire to bring an end?”
“The true Neesiette, one no longer afraid to speak around someone for fear that she will be forced to fight them later, is actually a very nosy and hovering girl.”
Commentary:
“Now that you’re no longer hated, you get to be a lab rat, a disciple, and a permanent target of criticism.”
Name: Avenalliah Aurmaris
Titles: Lustful Lizard, Elf
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: Young
Occupation: Delver, Scared Girl
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Sylvan Calling] – “Hey, hey, come out and play! Spirits rise, prance and bay! If nature is here, it’s my friend! Um, why am I flying!?”
Disposition: Joyful / Impressionable / Cowardly
Alignment: Neutral
Eyes: Crystal Green
Hair: Moss Green
Skin: White
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Strength – C
Dexterity – C
Intelligence – C
Mentality – F
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “While not possessing your newly favorite curves, isn’t a girl with a naive charm also fine? Because she covers so little, you are also left without having to imagine what you could possess, yes?”
“If you’re looking for a girl to protect and curl up with, where else could you find a girl as clingy as this? Does being innocent entice men? Isn’t that a stupid question, Mr. Star?”
“Not being afraid to flaunt her beauty if she doesn’t notice that she is, yet cowering at exposure… isn’t this a gap?”
“Another girl that won’t shut up, is it? Shouldn’t that dissuade you? Or is it okay if it’s her bubbly voice?”
“Isn’t it a bit irresponsible to run away from the events you’ve set in motion, Adris? If a girl falls for you, shouldn’t you welcome it? Or do you begin to broaden your understanding of a female world you never knew, even back on Xin?”
Description:
“As cheerful as she is skittish, Avenalliah fits an unknown position within the four delvers’ group. Though she carries a large sack, that would hardly count as a position… right?”
“Prone to fits of panic, there’s a lot she needs to do to prove her worth…”
“While a master of avoiding confrontation, she finally finds a backbone after being kicked around enough.”
“The one thing in the world she loves the most is her own people, which makes her a master of everything related to them.”
“Having been both wooed, defeated, freed, and ignored, it’s impossible to tell how she’ll react to anything said by the boy she’s set her eyes on.”
Commentary:
“In the end, a girl who has fallen for someone is both incurable and impractical. Please wake up, Ave!”
Characters:
Name: Adris fehl Dain; “Mister Meat”
Titles: Scholar Bound in Madness, Greedy Informant, Lycia’s Little Brother, True False God
Race: Xin’El, Emperor’s Child (Human)
Sex: Male
Age: ?? – Young
Occupation: Crossbearer; Charlatan/Swindler; Xin’Reh (former); Soldier of Fortune (former); Bounty Hunter (former)
Discipline: Crossbearer – Cursed Aura User; Spear Veteran (former); Aura Warrior, School/Specialization: Self-Taught (former)
Powers:
[Tool Savant] – “Adris is a tool-collecting-and-utilizing fanatic. Most men would consider him disgusting for loving tools more than his own partner. Has so many tools that it can be said to be his true power. What does he do when he has no tools left? He seeks to acquire more, obviously!”[Unknown Cross Smash] – {A MAN STRIKES ANOTHER WITH SHINING SILVER. THE MAN WHO IS STRUCK SMILES, HIS MIND AWAKENED.}
[Unknown Protection from Poisons/Compelling] – {A MAN WALKS, HIS STEPS UNWEARIED AND RESOLUTE. NONE CAN STOP HIM.}
[Unknown Communication Assistance] – {THE MAN HAS NO DIFFICULTY SPEAKING TO THOSE WHO ARE ALL DISSIMILAR. HE UNDERSTANDS THEIR SUPPLICATIONS.}
[Unknown Mental Domination] – {A MAN DEMANDS. THOSE WHO HE DEMANDS OF, OBEY.}
[Familiar] – “Through means unknown, a familiar has been acquired. Aren’t familiars a kind of tool? Isn’t this sort of strange to consider a ‘power’?”
[Obscuring Sonjil] – “Man, this thing has gotten pretty strong on Zennia. At first only creating an area of fog, it can now cover a direction? Is something wrong…?”
Disposition: Resilient / Adaptable / Sinner
Alignment: Chaotic
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, with strands of White
Skin: Tanned
Statistics:
Rantil Value – “Idiot master receives idiot information~”
Stats
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – E
Vitality – E
Dexterity – D
Agility – C
Intelligence – D
Mentality – C
Luck – F
Charisma – D
“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – E
Vitality – E
Dexterity – D
Agility – C
Intelligence – D
Mentality – C
Luck – F
Charisma – D
“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “If all men looked like him, it might not be odd for women to think that the gods had painted the world in only the drab color brown? While not ugly, would he not exemplify the idea that ‘normal’ is perhaps indistinguishable from ‘undesirable’?”
“There’s little to say, isn’t there? Aren’t you truly beautiful when you’re honest?”
“Playing up the mystery too much might prove troublesome? A man of only mystery can be angel or devil, yes?”
“Success breeds confidence, but is confidence always handsome? It might depend on how you assert it, a lesson you might be lacking expertise in?”
Description:
“A rather plain-looking man wearing traveling robes, what he carries hidden is far more dangerous than his appearance lets on. A disarming smile, leads to you being suckered. A clever tongue, leads to your sorrow. Possessing quick wit and intellect, hubris and arrogance are certain to follow. Well known across the floating islands of Xin, but not by name, only by reputation. Owed many favors, but not with great joy, and certainly not love. The only person he seems to care about other than himself is his lifelong partner.”
“Losing everything is often an impetus to descend deeper into bad things. In Adris’ case, it certainly amped up his energy for harming others.”
“Nothing is off the table for a man with nothing to lose.”
“Winning finally, Adris feels like he should be king of the world, but his tower is crumbling already as four girls keep destroying its foundation.”
Commentary:
“Getting what you want doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy it.”
Name: “Kol”
Titles: Idiot
Race: ???
Sex: Female?
Age: ???
Occupation: Delver, Frontliner
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Great Round Eater] – “Find enemy, get between all, swing!”[Energized Edge] – “Kol, not need worry: every swing, good swing.”
Disposition: Straightforward / Confrontational / Respectful
Alignment: Neutral
Eyes: Pink
Hair: White
Skin: Tanned
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Attributes by Grade:
Strength – C
Vitality – C
Dexterity – E
Agility – F
Intelligence – F
Mentality – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “Are you attracted to rampaging metal? Though in your case, you appreciate the voice, don’t you? Do you long to see more? If she reminds you of a certain someone, then…?”
“Is forthrightness an attractive quality? What is the difference between truth-seeking as a subject and living a lifestyle of it?”
“Perhaps an uncomplicated female would be useful for a man that seems so interested in complicating life himself? But why are you fooled into believing she’s simple?”
“If she feels excitement looking at you, then perhaps she isn’t as pretty as you’re thinking she is?”
“Vetted by the erotic thief, I would assume that you are already slavering to see her face, yes?”
Description:
“Brash and forthright, a warrior wielding an axe with two hands forsakes protection to deliver only harm. Contrary to this impression, she also seems interested in a straight up fight. If her words are any indication, she offers little thought to her actions.”
“In addition to being honest, she is also obsessive about certain things, least of which is deciding who is stronger than others.”
“Not worrying about details, Kol prefers to let others deal with them for her, so that she can concentrate on what she cares about.”
“While somewhat behind in intellect, she is far from witless.”
“Having officially lost, she considers it only a win. With Adris as her Boss, she already seeks to direct him at his next ‘goal’, which is hers.”
Commentary:
“It’s easy to forget that Kol is a big ball of rage, but let’s keep that in mind, always. Even if she’s nice sometimes, her end goal is not.”
Name: Still
Titles: Puddle
Race: Human?
Sex: Female
Age: Young Lady
Occupation: Delver, Trickster/Outfighter
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Perfect Throw] – {I’m going to turn you into a pegboard~.}
Disposition: Playful / Sadistic / Skulking
Alignment: Chaotic
Eyes: ???
Hair: ???
Skin: ???
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Attributes by Grade:
Dexterity – C
Agility – C
Intelligence – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “Do you really think it’s not obvious? What she possesses is what you’ve missed all your life, yes? Breasts and curves… are these not a new fruit for you to taste?”
“While you don’t get to see much of her, it may be that her lifestyle is the most appealing thing, perhaps? If she’s always surprising you, doesn’t that create an appeal of danger?”
“Possessing feminine pursuits such as sewing and toxicology, isn’t she perfect for you?”
“Do you find yourself losing focus in her presence? You might be weaker to seduction than you think? Or is it something else…?”
“Given yourself to her already? Even if you say that you’re not weak to sexual favors, the fact that you went back for more already means it’s already too late, right?”
Description:
“A mute girl who says much with gestures, she also has more going on than she seems to. Though not outwardly aggressive, there’s an atmosphere of danger about her. Opposite of Kol, hers is subtle… Yet, she also can protect others. Given to acrobatics, it matches with her dark, but flamboyant, colors.”
“Self composed as always, it won’t be easy for Adris to get into her head.”
“Not interfering unless she has to, Still appears to be mild-mannered, but such a misunderstanding might be dangerous.”
“Showing something of her true nature, the girl that says little can surprisingly say a lot when she needs to.”
“Confidently sexual, yet also refusing to let Adris be the aggressor, their relationship seems to move from one extreme to the other as they get past their first agreement and discover more truthful things about each other.”
Commentary:
“Rather than being pulled over, she pulled over. But in the end, she also fell for her own beliefs about Adris’ true intentions. How does she think she knows so much about him, anyway. If you know, post in the comments!”
Name: Neesiette vera Luna
Titles: “Moon”
Race: Lunamata
Sex: Female
Age: ???
Occupation: Delver, Mystic
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Rod of Force] – “A rod capable of exciting and shooting a ray of pure force. Being struck produces immense kinetic transference. Be this not obvious?”[“Brings An End”] – “Would the title not signify its use?”
Disposition: Impassive / Calculating / Curious
Alignment: Ordered
Eyes: Pale Violet
Hair: Amber
Skin: Pale White
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Strength – F
Agility – E
Intelligence – B
Mentality – C
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “First imps, and now short girls? This is certainly becoming a pattern, isn’t it? Though you might not fare badly with a girl as beautiful as this, yes? Though she’s a little perfect, doesn’t she seem oddly demure?”
“Having her rebut all of your words so desperately, is it her intellect you’re falling for? Are you sure that’s wise, considering she could dethrone the wisest person you know…?”
“Having a woman stand up to you… isn’t this a strange fetish for you to discover?”
“A doll? How do you define the limits of your tastes? Or are they ‘unknown and unknowable’?”
“Do you get off on a lady devoting so much of her time to thinking about you?”
Description:
“An otherworldly existence, she wears clothing that doesn’t fit with the Castillo. With mannerisms quite distinct from all others, even the girls she travels with seem incomparable to her uniqueness. Yet, she definitely seems to be in charge…?”
“Given to only worrying about what she can demonstrate as true, how does such an uncompromising and uninterested person lead a group of four girls through situations that cannot be easily explained?”
“The reasoning member of the group, all of her questions are direct and impossible to sneak away from.”
“Finally revealed, her interest in Adris is inextricably tied to the book that he has proved capable of reading. For what reason does one desire to bring an end?”
“The true Neesiette, one no longer afraid to speak around someone for fear that she will be forced to fight them later, is actually a very nosy and hovering girl.”
Commentary:
“Now that you’re no longer hated, you get to be a lab rat, a disciple, and a permanent target of criticism.”
Name: Avenalliah Aurmaris
Titles: Lustful Lizard, Elf
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: Young
Occupation: Delver, Scared Girl
Discipline: ???
Powers:
[Sylvan Calling] – “Hey, hey, come out and play! Spirits rise, prance and bay! If nature is here, it’s my friend! Um, why am I flying!?”
Disposition: Joyful / Impressionable / Cowardly
Alignment: Neutral
Eyes: Crystal Green
Hair: Moss Green
Skin: White
Statistics:
Rantil Value –
Strength – C
Dexterity – C
Intelligence – C
Mentality – F
???
Beauty:
Cethran Value – “While not possessing your newly favorite curves, isn’t a girl with a naive charm also fine? Because she covers so little, you are also left without having to imagine what you could possess, yes?”
“If you’re looking for a girl to protect and curl up with, where else could you find a girl as clingy as this? Does being innocent entice men? Isn’t that a stupid question, Mr. Star?”
“Not being afraid to flaunt her beauty if she doesn’t notice that she is, yet cowering at exposure… isn’t this a gap?”
“Another girl that won’t shut up, is it? Shouldn’t that dissuade you? Or is it okay if it’s her bubbly voice?”
“Isn’t it a bit irresponsible to run away from the events you’ve set in motion, Adris? If a girl falls for you, shouldn’t you welcome it? Or do you begin to broaden your understanding of a female world you never knew, even back on Xin?”
Description:
“As cheerful as she is skittish, Avenalliah fits an unknown position within the four delvers’ group. Though she carries a large sack, that would hardly count as a position… right?”
“Prone to fits of panic, there’s a lot she needs to do to prove her worth…”
“While a master of avoiding confrontation, she finally finds a backbone after being kicked around enough.”
“The one thing in the world she loves the most is her own people, which makes her a master of everything related to them.”
“Having been both wooed, defeated, freed, and ignored, it’s impossible to tell how she’ll react to anything said by the boy she’s set her eyes on.”
Commentary:
“In the end, a girl who has fallen for someone is both incurable and impractical. Please wake up, Ave!”
Glossary: