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The White Catacombs

Who: Open to all
What: Adventure!
Where: The White Catacombs
When: January 29th - February 5th
Warnings: None at the moment

The White Catacombs had seen better days. In the distant past, the place was beautiful. It was filled with people coming and going, trading and discussing magical artifacts. It could have easily become one of the primer locations for mages like the Ivory Tower is.

Jump to now, and the place is still a sight to behold. It is still beautiful in a way. Just looking at it, you can imagine what it must have looked like in it's prime. But you can't just stand around and sight see. There are monsters lurking throughout the multiple levels of the place.

On The First Floor you will find Skeleton Hordes, Ghouls, Flame Snakes, Dire Bats and Effgies.

On The Second Floor Dire Wolves, Twig Blights, Firebats, Soul Eaters, Akata, Astradaemon, and Giant Snakes.

On the third floor you will find Dust Wights, Gargoyles, Stone Spikes, Carnivorous Plants and Gargoyles.

On the fourth floor, you find nothing. That is to say, there aren't any monsters here. When you reach the bottom of the stares, you come into a corridor. At the end of the corridor is a door. Push, pull, hit, use any manner of magic or abilities on the door to your hearts content, but it does not open. Any attempt to use a travel type ability to get beyond it causes you to be bounced out of the White Catacombs entirely.

Around the door are sigils, writing that glows faintly. If one stares at them, when they finally take their eyes from them, they might find that they have been staring at it for ten minutes or even an hour without knowing.

[ooc: This is an open log for everyone to log out their White Catacombs adventures if they want. Note in the subject line of your tag if it is open to all characters or closed to certain ones. Be sure to check the Newspaper before posting here.]

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[When he'd shown up and looked over the two groups, it quickly became obvious to Soma that his personal skills leaned more toward the Arcane Knights' methodology. So, here he was, at the entrance to the catacombs, looking over his weapon options. In the interest of fairness, he wasn't bringing his entire arsenal - after all, this was supposed to be a contest between mages, not warriors. He belted on Kaladbolg, then slipped the crossbow Sakuya had given him into his coat. Where it went from there is anyone's guess - some sort of variation on the bag of holding, clearly. Thus armed, he added two more items to his gear - the Soul Eater and Chaos rings. Between those two, he really didn't even need the sword or bow, but he wasn't about to pick nits. He'd been ruin-crawling out here before, after all, though not in this exact place - he knew how dangerous this area could be.]

INTO THE DARK. - FLOOR ONE.

[Control over these catacombs is absolutely necessary for the Arcane Knights to succeed. It would be a lie to claim that Regis is somewhat impartial here. The former king sides with the Arcane Knights because of how they utilize their magic and the philosophy behind their coven. While he had hoped to stay out of such affairs since the arrival of his dear son and his companions, Regis volunteered himself to attend this excurision into the dark.

He's armed with his ornate sword with the winged hilt and the magical runes running along the front of the blade, Regis very much looks like one of the alleged knights of this unknown order. Regis walks a tad stiffly with his blade drawn thanks to his bad knee but he seems to walk easily enough through the catacombs in search of his prize. The crystals, he needs to find an ample amount of crystals to ensure victory here. However, the beatened path here is littered with fiends and Regis finds himself quickly cornered by the hordes of undead skeletons who shamble towards him menacing.

He extends his hand before him and strikes down the horde with an impressive show of magic in the form of lightning. Purple sparks sizzle dangerously within the air as Regis summons bolt after bolt of thunderous lightning to rain down upon his foes. The first floor of the catacombs is just buzzing with electricity now which might be a bad thing for others. Regis is ultimately uneffected by the electrical discharge but others might not be.

Nevertheless, he presses onward with otherworldly determination.]

[Liora was always looking for ways to become stronger, and these catacombs look like the perfect adventure. It's not something that she wants to do alone, but she doesn't know who to ask either. So she bites the bullet and enters the catacombs alone. After all, it'd be easy to flee if it's too much for her.]

[She presses into the catacombs, crawling low on the ground, keeping an eye out for monsters. It isn't long before she comes up behind someone vaguely familiar. Liora speeds up her crawl to try to get a closer look. And soon it dawns on her.]

...Regis...?

And while Regis filled the catacomb with unfriendly lightning bolts, a smaller, darker shape hurriedly scuttled past him, using the aforementioned magic as a distraction, both from the horde, and from the caster.

If a stray bolt ever slithered towards this figure, it'd find itself quickly dampened and snuffed with a faint, lustrous black pop from what was soon, clearly to be seen, a surrounding ward.

It was only when a flash of lightning zipped past his face that it illuminated bone white hair and a vaguely gray face, the glimmer of a pair of glasses set upon his nose.

And already clambering ahead, shotgun out, the hum of defensive magic and offensive traps filling the air as the priest activated his charms and wards.

"Thanks for openin' the path, mate!"

[Regis pauses in his step once he hears someone call for him. He glances about curiously before finally noticing the little golden dragon within this dimly lit catacomb. The king smiles warmly at dear Liora as he turns fully to face her. As elegantly as one would expect of a man of his stature, the king bows courteously to Liora. Even within such an unglamorous setting, Regis finds the time to be respectful.]

Greetings onto you, Liora. I hadn't expected to see you here amongst the fiends. [At the mention of fiends, Regis cautiously takes a moment to secure the perimeter with his magic. By just the flick of his wrist, Regis summons forth a powerful white light. The brightness eventually fades and in its wake leaves a watery-like transuclent barrier around them.] This is a rather dangerous place, little one.

[His eyes shine almost as brightly as the light he summoned earlier. It's proof that he's still tapping into his magic.]

It's not safe for the uninitiated.

Edited 2017-01-29 22:48 (UTC)

Father Lynch?!

[A disapproving groan escapes Regis' once he catches a glimpse of that scoundrel's face. Honestly, was the priest tailing Regis this entire time forcing him handle the fiends so he could skirt off ahead? Goodness, how rude! Regis folds his arms over his chest and just sighs.

What is he to do with this scamp of a man? Regis is mildly humored by all this and it shows from his smirk.]

You are most welcome! However, I suppose you now realize why I needed a few days off from the shop.

[A lighthearted chuckle escapes Regis as he follows with little delay.]

Don't scamper off too far! Something might actually eat you!

Edited 2017-01-29 22:58 (UTC)

Ye sound surprised, Regis.

[The priest side stepped a lingering skeleton, and for its trouble, a bony claw that swung too close crackled and popped off it's wrist, an activated charm making quick work of the undead creature]

Thought ye were attendin' a family reunion. Safe to say, these buggers don't look a whit like ye.

[Cassian, two thousand or not, is as spry as a twenty six year old man should be, lung problems or not, and he grows more distant, calling out as he goes]

Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried!

[You know, on most days letting Zoro into a dungeon crawl ends badly because as soon as you turn your back, he's gone and can't find his way out for three days. But when the objective is searching for as many crystals as you can find - and just kicking ass generally - this is the best time and place for it.

It's not until he gets inside that he decides it's more fun to fight people who actually use their weapons and thus, will fight for the Ravensomething-whatever.]

A for Ace

[First though he's got to wait outside for Ace to join him. Other decisions can be made later.]

...they say there's a bunch of monsters and shit in there. I don't care about these mages one way or the other, though.

B for...anyone

[Inevitably Zoro gets separated from anyone he's teamed up with and is lost, somewhere on the second floor, and gleefully slicing his way through dire wolves and giant snakes. Come up alongside him and he might just have to team up with someone new]

Nah, this is easy. Watch your back, though!

C

[Once working to find more crystals - because MORE MONEY - Zoro will actively turn on any Knight-type he sees to keep them away from the crystals. So if you're on their side - or one of them - watch out for the guy with three swords suddenly facing you directly, shoulders dropping into a ready stance]

Nothing personal, but I need as much of this as I can get. You're in my way.

Yeah I've fought 'em. [he folds his arms. He's not dressed up for the hunting though. Other than the huge honking ax strapped to his back which is taller than he is, not to mention the blade]

We should make a wager, Roronoa.

Oh yeah? Like what - a bottle of rum to the one who kills the most monsters?

[he's barely even dressed for January let alone dungeon crawling, but eh. He only raises an eyebrow a little at the axe, he's never known Ace to prefer weapons.]

[it's not dressed for dungeon crawling, it's dressed up for being badass. There's a difference.]

Nah that's lame. Something bigger to make you work hard. [he's got no illusions about whose going to win this bet. aka himself] I'm also going to be coming after your head when you least expect it, hot shot. [finger guns him] So keep on your toes.

[hence the axe. If you're going to come after a head, it's best to use an axe]

[it's nice to see Ace getting all tough-guy on him. Zoro grins recklessly back]

Bigger, eh? Well I don't got a lot so if you want it big, it'll have to be a favor or something. What do you want?

We'll figure it out, greenie. [hair ruffle] Let's just say it's got to be something big and bragging rights.

Of course I'm surprised!

[The king replies as he desperately tries to keep up the pace. That's easier said than done since Regis does sport a cane and leg brace. If only he was a younger man--]

I never thought of you to be one of those foul feathered fowls!

[As the priest continues deeper into the Catacombs, Regis eventually gives up chase. There's no possible way he'll catch Cassian like this. Nope, not at all. However, the gentle king has a trick up his sleeves. Regis holds out his right hand out before him and a strange blue light suddenly engulfs his entire form. In just a blink of an eye, Regis suddenly vanishes from view only to surge forward in mere seconds right before Cassian with a mischievous smirk upon his lips.]

Forgive me, father, but I cannot let you interfere no further.

[Just with the snap of his fingers, a terrible chill suddenly clings to the air as several enormous chunks of ice falls right before the priest. It's a literally thick wall of ice separating Lynch momentarily from venturing deeper into the caverns. It stands there tall and proud with a sheer dusting of magical shards flowing off their icy surface almost elegantly. Regis' retreating reflection is seen on the other side walking away ever so proudly as he hums his farewells to Lynch.]

Stay there for a moment and catch your breath! I know you're quite up in your years, Cassian.

Edited 2017-01-30 00:21 (UTC)

[dammit Ace get off me]

Yeah, all right. Something to be named. You're on. Let's go.

[thank everything in existence that he knows how to go through an open door. After that all bets are off, though, he just sort of wanders in and takes whichever corridor feels right at the time]

Age and treachery overcomes youth and skill, Regis.

[That's right he called you young. Feel grateful. Even as he's nimbly making his way down the catacombs, easily clambering over obstacles and past rubble.

What he'd not expected was first of all, the teleportation.

Second of all, the wall of ice cascading down in front of him, sealing off the rest of the catacombs as Regis heads in further.

There's a slew of very violent sounding curses in both English and Gaelic, and for the moment it might seem that the priest is stuck.

Until the sound of earth shaking explosions ripple down the corridor.

There's also a few errant ice shards burying themselves in the wall and floor.]

I got more runes after that one, ye half charmed tin can!

[A melodious chuckle echoes through the dark corridors as Regis continues along his way. He knew Cassian would make short work of his impressive Wall of Ice but it brought him enough time to take the lead. Still, he couldn't help but taunt the old priest some.]

I'll take that as a compliment!

[Regis shouts in reply as he turns the corner. There's a fork in the middle of this road here, one that leads right and the other left. The Arcane Knight takes a moment to gain his calm so he could sense the magical current within the air. The crystals they seek are laced with hints of magic infused within their core. It's easy for a mage like him to sense them.]

...The Right. [He mutters before that sudden explosion nearly wins a shocked yelp from him. Cassian broke through.]

Temper, temper---

Edited 2017-01-30 00:44 (UTC)

You're going to regret this.

[Regis says as he outstretched his right hand before him. In a flash of white light, a sword suddenly forms within the palm of his hands that's almost as tall as him. It's a greatsword with a winged hilt and various runes etched upon the center of blade. The sword itself looks like something a knight would own but Regis is no knight. He's a king instead, one who hails from the blessed line of Lucis. Here within this realm, Regis is no longer a king but an Arcane Knight who'll fight tooth and nail for the crystal shards here.

That's why he stands before the swordsman so defiantly as he conjurers up a few spells.

Your youth won't deter me, swordsman. I advise you to take your leave.

[While Regis is certainly a bit up in his years but his strength enough to defend while the others hunt for the shards. An ethereal blue glow lingers around his glaive as he points it towards his challenger. It's an enchanted blade and Regis is quite well-versed in magic. So, his opponent better come with all his strength or face defeat.

Regis learned a few tricks since arriving to Genessia.]

[Now this is exactly the kind of challenge Zoro has been aching for, for some time now. He pauses a moment to study the fancy sword and the man wielding it before drawing his third blade, taking it between his teeth]

Geez, what's the problem? I said it wasn't personal. But if that's what you want, I'll take you on, old man.

[far from insulted, he's thrilled. This is much more fun than cutting down dire wolves. Zoro shakes out both arms to make sure his other two swords are still ready to go, and then he lunges from his place, striking out with them one after another.]

[Regis could already tell this is going to be a tough fight. His opponent looks as strong as an ox and twice as capable. If he slips up even once, Regis might end up six-feet under real quick. Talk about a thrill! Regis hasn't had a duel of this caliber in years.]

Enough talk!

[The king takes up a defensive stance as he holds onto the hilt of his glaive with both hands. It takes all of his strength to parry the incoming strikes as his opponent lunges at him nonstop. After a few more parries, Regis tries to gain the upper hand by surging forward with a charge. He swings his glaive harshly against in the incoming swords as the strange runes etched upon its steel start to glow menacingly.

There's a slight electrical current in the air now as a purple-like mist oozes off of the winged sword. Little white spheres made out of pure energy float all around Regis as he summons forth several bolts of lightning to strike. The Arcane Knights are no joke even for a seasoned veteran. The old man's eyes glow white as he pushed onward.]

Edited 2017-01-30 01:55 (UTC)

[He had, and he had a present.

He didn't mean to hurt Regis. He liked the man, he did good work.

Great employee.

It was time he learned of exploding runes.

A few of those ice shards were hurled as the smaller man quickly gained ground, odd words barked in another language causing the crudely, quickly, but efficiently carved runes on the small shards to blast white before exploding into dazzling, freezing and distracting balls of shattered ice.

The worst Regis would get is the hard patter of hail on his head and a blast of wet snow in his eyes. Nothing fatal.

Just enough to give the priest a lead, swinging towards the right like a bloodhound on a scent]

[Thank goodness Regis has some worth to this wild and insane little man of a priest. Those explosives would've killed Regis had Cassian meant to do just that. Instead, the former king let's out a absurdly dainty sneeze once some of the snow and hail falls onto him in a white heap. Regis sneezes a few more times after he caught a glimpse of the blur that races past him.]

Feckin' hell!

[The swear ebbs off his lips faster than he could stop it. Regis has Cassian to blame for this, especially since that's Cassian's favorite swear. Not a day goes by that Regis doesn't hear it, much to his displeasure of course.]

Cassian! I swore less prior to my arrival to this accursed realm!

[The king yells as he hurriedly tries to keep up. He's charging another spell within his hands.]

[Liora blinks at the king, almost in confusion as he bows down to her as if she were something superior. She knows she's not superior, especially after watching him create that magical barrier. She's seen some of the other dragons casting barriers like that, and she hopes to learn it for herself one day. But that day is still far off for now.]

Um...you don't have to do that...I'm no one special...

I know this place can be dangerous, but...my own world is full of dangerous beasts as well. I have to become stronger somehow. I normally wouldn't have come here alone, but I didn't know who to ask to accompany me... I know a little bit of magic...I can heal, at least...

[That's about the only useful thing she can do right now...]

[the sensation of power brushes against his haki, making Zoro's good eye twitch, but it isn't a warning enough to make him back off. He doesn't miss the glow of the blade nor the aura in the air, but he presses forward, having no special powers or anything that might counteract magic. No, all he has is his strength and bullheadedness, so he keeps swinging, cutting around to the side and diving in with the two swords held crossed against the third blade in his teeth.

He skillfully dodges left and right of the lightning strikes - most of them, the last one gives him a good blast. Zoro's heels skid on the stone before he catches himself, shakes it off with a toss of his head, and then comes right back into it with that same stance of blades crossed over one another, charging when in range and sweeping them all outward.]

[As long as he's had time to prepare he's a dangerous little terrorist.

The man is indeed a blur, far more energetic than he'd been a week or so prior. Something had happened to boost his spirits, so it'd seem.

And a hard target to land too, the man was nothing if not squirrely, darting around rubble and over small walls, never moving in an exactly straight line.

And leaving havoc in his wake, charms carved to be flashbombs, entangling roots and the occasional explosion, enough and well placed to avoid harming his employee, while gouging more obstacles for poor Regis to stumble past and over]

Your vocabulary needed some color.

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