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The wind cuts like a razor, sharp and and cool. From the top of the tower, the mountains span out in every direction from here to the horizon lit in an eerie blue light. The light strikes the center of the tower with laserbeam focus stemming from a crystal that hovers over a carved marble sarcophagus. Power pulses from the crystal in waves, humming in the altar that contains it. For a moment, the scene is eerily quiet except for the howl of the wind. As the party approaches it, the light flashes first in white and then in a deep, smoky purple. The lights intertwine into a dissonant and formless cloud that slowly begins to take shape. The figure within is hazy, but seems to change between something human and something almost draconian. A set of clear green eyes stare out from the smoke.
"I have been asleep for too long." The voice snakes from the cloud in raspy breaths almost overtaken by wind. "For too long, I have protected that which lies dormant. The crystal may only be claimed by a force of great harmony or that of pure chaos. Your ranks are dissenting. Silence your conflict so that we might be purified and our dual struggle might end. Silence dissent or leave as you came."
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]Yeul was nearly knocked off her feet the moment she arrived at the top of the tower. The wild wind hit her frame so suddenly and so violently that the Seeress nearly toppled over. Thankfully, she steadied her stance before her knees could be scraped.
The Seeress' grass-woven satchel whipped against her hip as she took some steps away from the spot she'd materialized from. The small bag was filled to the brim with the materials she'd been given the permission to take by the Moogle. From green potion bottles that were filled with healing salves, to burn or poison tonics, or tufts of feathers from a certain mythical bird, the young Seeress was ready for any emergency.
Yeul clutched to her dragoon helm as the figure before her appeared. The form kept shifting repeatedly in front of her eyes, and with each blink it turned considerably different. Close to it was the legendary crystal which she had journeyed for.
The misty figure guarding the crystal then began speaking in a low, mysterious whisper. Yeul missed the first part of its first sentence, only hearing, “…too long.” She young girl was forced to step even closer to the ever-changing figure as she attempted to listen in on his words. However, she only heard bits and snippets.
“Silence dissent?” The Seeress echoed, her small body hunched over her helm as her blue hair flew every which way. To reply to the figure, she yelled into the wind. “But the three of us had already finished the High Priestess’s tests…!”
Yeul turned towards her companions. All three had passed the mirror’s judgement, so what was this rift between them? Perhaps only one could claim the crystal? Maintaining her stoic face, Yeul’s green eyes passed over the two. The cat-girl gave her words of comfort after the Seeress bared witness to her inner darkness. The Emperor was a rather rough individual, but he had helped her regardless.
“What shall we do…?” She questioned them as another violent chill ran down her spine. The gusts coursing through the mountain were beginning to take a toll on the young girl. "The three of us came for the crystal for different reasons...Perhaps we must all agree to one to claim it?"
[attr="class","natag"]375 ● @dust @sherlotta ● yeul the peacekeeper/confused child
The crystal gleamed above them. The ghastly blue light carved his sharp face even more so as his gaze went straight to the source of it all. His grip tightened around his share of the loot from the room before. Despite the cold harsh wind that threatened to take him down in their icy grip, Mateus' eyes stay focused at the prize at hand. Power, or at least the promise of it, lay so close and yet out of reach. A sense of adrenaline pumped through his veins that almost outmatched the physical cold that bombarded his dilapidated, wet, peasant's clothes he wore on his royal figure.
It wasn't until the air around them began to react violently that his gaze was interrupted. Doing a quick check to his side, he noticed that the other two hadn't abandoned ship at the last second. Still, before he could utter a word to either of them, the hiss of words came from the violent lights erupting from above what appeared to be a elegant tomb. Mateus' tried his best to listen for the sound of a threat, but it seemed that they must silence their conflict and only "harmony or chaos" may lay claim to the crystal. He immediately shot his two companions a glance sizing them both up and far away they were from the tower's edge. The cat girl would be a problem, but how trusting would the Seeress be? What a horrible accident it would be if they were to venture too close and fall.
As the rapid fire plan shot through his brainstorm, the young blue haired girl spoke up. Agree on one cause. That was her grand plan. Mateus almost laughed, but stopped himself. She was already so trusting, perhaps he wouldn't need to sully his own hands after all. If only he could turn her against her other young companion, perhaps, "Perhaps, you're right." he yelled as the winds began to howl even harder than before. He cast his gaze to the shape shifting specter watching over them. It reminded him too much of the vision that he saw in the mirror of his own demonic face, so he turned with a violent shiver back to the others.
"If what was said in front of the priestess was each our whole truths," he mused trying to find the exact words to win the Seeress over to his side, "then our goals are not to far strung apart, Yeul. You want to see a vision for this world through the crystal's use and in doing so save it, and I would seek to reform this land into one of order as well. Would you not help in that endeavor?" He was practically shouting this as for the two others to hear him. "And you," he gestured over to Sherlotta, "did you not say that you came to see if this was your crystal, and were you not given proof it was not? What use would your claiming now do for this place?"
"I don't think we've much time to decide," he yelled as the wind beat even more fervently against him as he tried desperately to keep hold of his items. As they twisted in his arms threatening to drop and be of no use he pondered aloud, "And I think we've not see our need for these yet either, I fear."
The shadowy mass watches as the others argue. With every hostile syllable from the emperor's mouth, it grows more irate. The edges become sharper. For her part, the cat girl is too distraught from her visions to react, and the turmoil inside of her enrages the spirit. With a flash of light, it lashes out with an ethereal, shadowy hand. The hand erupts into a violet light as it strikes her, and the force reverberates in the air and the crumbling, weather-worn tower. When the light dissipates, Sherlotta is gone.
"We know what dwells within mortal hearts. We who are conflicted will not be swayed by those of impure spirit." Once again, the guardian's voice comes low and faded like an echo beneath water. "Silence dissent if you wish to claim the crystal. More of your kind approach."
As the last of the spirit's words fade into the howling wind, the portal behind them lights itself in ethereal blue once more. The light overtakes the landing pad and three faded silhouettes step forward to join them.
The light of teleportation faded, and Ardyn emerged somewhere cold and unstable with winds that cut like daggers. As his vision cleared, the scene came into focus before him. He was atop a tower that watched over miles of tunda-laden peaks. There were curious statues, a strange marble, tomb, and two people standing before them looking dumbstruck. But what immediately caught his eye was the shadowy, ephemeral thing that rose behind them. Ardyn tilted his head at it in curiosity.
”Is this it?” he asked, perhaps a little louder than was necessary. ”The Astral that called to us?” But no. As he stepped off the teleportation pad, he knew all too well that this was no Astral. It certainly wasn’t mortal in the traditional sense nor was it daemonic, but there was something else to it. Something most similar, he thought, to the ghostly afterimages of the Lucian kings. It was corrupted as such. Twisted by some kind of unknowable malice, but certainly not divine. Ardyn let out a little sigh, shook his head, and raised a despondent hand towards it. ”No, this is no god. And here I’ve come all this way for nothing.”
It was only then that he bothered to notice the others. The humans. One was a delicate looking girl clutching a rather ill-fitting helm. The other looked like the angriest street urchin Ardyn had seen in some time. The man reeked of something with an oddly sour taste and Ardyn’s nose wrinkled in disgust. ”Neither of you seem like the type to find at the top of a deadly tower, but then, I suppose the world is full of surprises. Will you be claiming the Crystal? I suppose that while I’m here…” His eyes wandered to the thing, sparkling and held aloft by the hands of a malicious spirit. ”...I might as well.”
[attr="class","acecaptionsadventu"]Mission, [break] Begin
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[attr="class","acetextadventu"] The feeling of weightlessness was soon gone and the moment his feet touched ground again, he could feel the bitter cold biting against his skin. Involuntarily, he shivered, and a flash of memory darted through his mind yet again; the winds called to mind the skirmishes they dealt with atop the decks of military airships, the cold reminded him of the chaos that followed Shinryu’s freezing of the clouds that had been their sea. Ace wondered, dismissively, when the memories would stop haunting him - perhaps the lack of remembrance would have been better. If there was no one to mourn for, then no longer would any recollection of the myriad of battlefields he’d fought on mean anything to him.[break][break]
Or at least he figured that’d be the case as he blinked, scolding himself for getting distracted. The present’s right in front of me. The last thing he needed was to be caught off guard and sent spiralling off the edge of the tower and into the abyss; though he trusted he’d find someway to stop his descent, it was better to never let it get to that point. A step forward and his attention turned to Ardyn, ears just barely catching wind of his latest chatter, “And here I’ve come all this way for nothing.
[break][break]” Nothing? A quick look around and he supposed he could understand the elder man’s reasoning, but at the same time he couldn’t. At worst, it’d be a clash between their little trio and the duo before them - it seemed unlikely that the phantom was going to attack, considering how there’d been no battle ongoing when they arrived. Perhaps it was a guardian of sorts, retaliating only if adequately provoked? Or better yet, some kind of mutated l’Cie, like a Cie’th? Controlled by the crystal in its hands to do its bidding? …it was a small crystal though, so perhaps a fragment of another, one that still possessed some power despite being torn from its body - or was that all that it was, a miniature version of the Crystals he’d come to know?[break][break]
Personally, he saw no need to try for it; he’d rather not become some puppet. But at the same time, he couldn’t let his teammates do it alone, even if he couldn’t say he shared the same bond with them as he did with his classmates. After all, they were still a team and when he… ‘signed up’ (How’d he get here again? He wondered as he cast another glance at Ardyn) this became a mission for him; Ardyn was their leader and he’d follow him until they left the tower. [break][break] He cautiously eyed the man and the girl by his side, carefully placing some distance between him and them - and careful not to bump into Crowe. …well, he supposed this could be worse. They could be facing some ferocious mother dragon instead of a quiet spirit and two strangers.
As the light fades from the teleporter, Crowe looks around desperately from person to person until her eyes catch on the target of her search. "Yeul!" She charges off the teleportation pad towards the girl, but before she can reach Yeul, the dark spirit spirit stirs again. "Only the pure of heart..." it rumbles again before lashing out at her. There's another crack like lightning and Crowe lets out a cry of surprise, grabbing for her blades before she disappears in a flash of magic. The wind howls an ominous reprieve.
"There will be no distractions." The voice pulses in and out of focus as though underwater. "Make your choice as one -- will you act for harmony or chaos? Purify your hearts and ours."
[attr="class","nalyrics"]Pretending to be strong saying I'm not afraid of anything
[attr="class","nabody"]Mateus was the one to reply to the shuttering Seeress. Yeul had as much trouble hearing Mateus as she did hearing the crystal’s protector, so she stepped closer to him and farther away from Sherlotta and the portal. He suggested what she had hoped to hear: a peaceful compromise that would benefit the world.
“I…do suppose our ideals could overlap.” She replied softly, unaware just how easily her naturally demure speech could be lost to the howling gales. The edge of her nails scratched at the surface of the helm as she tried to think of a more defined response. “But then, what of Sherlotta?”
Yeul turned her frail frame around just as it happened. One person left, teleported away by the ethereal figure, and three more joined right after. The cat-girl was there when she turned, was an outline the next second, and then was simply no more. Closer to the portal, where nothing was, stood three new travelers.
Yeul instinctively backed up as one of the new people came forward. He was dressed in the peculiar fashion, similar to those of the well-to-do men of the developed cities, and he walked off the portal pad with purpose. Unfazed by the wind and snow, he turned his attention from the crystal and the figure towards her and Mateus.
“I suppose that while I’m here…I might as well.” He said, referring to the crystal.
“Wait.” She bluntly commanded to the stranger before taking a step forward to talk to him. The man’s immediate desire for the crystal did not sit well with her, but it was still too early to cast judgement. “We must first silence dissent between those here, the figure said so itself before your party arrived.”
“Yeul!”
Through the echo of the mountain range, The Seeress heard her name. Her attention on the stranger vanished into the cold wind as she looked towards the portal. There were two people there, a slender blonde boy and a young woman…and the young woman was…
“Crowe…!” A small smile flashed across the cold lips of the young girl as she saw her companion. She rushed over to her, hope and relief in her eyes. Yeul had promised herself to return to Crowe’s side after all was said and done, but now it seemed as if fate was helping them both. “How did you find…me…?”
She stopped. Crowe was gone. Just like Sherlotta. Just like Caius.
Yeul tightened her grip on the helm as she scanned the area before her over and over again. There wasn’t even a dent in the snow to signify she’d been there. Snowflakes gathered on Yeul’s eyelashes as slowly looked at the blonde boy. “She…She was just there, right…?” Yeul asked him, her already subdued voice somehow even more reserved and frail. “Or did I just imagine it…?”
[attr="class","natag"]472 ● @dust @ace Ardyn Izunia ● This might end badly...
The ghost of a smirk crossed his face as he heard the young girl react as he had hoped. How easy children were to sway with hopes of heroism and good deed. And it seemed that fortune favored his plans as well. For when both he and Yeul turned to see Sherlotta's reaction to this plan, her visage vanished in a violent flash of light. Gone as if she hadn't been there to begin with. It seemed he could avoid having to figure how to trip the troublesome she beast off the tower's edge.
But as the satisfaction of the moment had just begun to blossom, it was silenced by the portal glowing once more with three more persons joining Mateus and Yeul in the windswept summit. Mateus gritted his teeth as he tried to hear anything they might be saying. If they were to wish for violence, he was in no shape to fight them, and he highly doubted the young seeress would be much help either. Had that not been why the had snuck there way here rather than brute their way in.
Mateus' fists clenched as the most eccentric of the trio stepped forward claiming the crystal for himself. He was not going to let some nobody taunt him as if he were just a bystander watching and waiting for this man to take what was Mateus'. Before he could impulsively lash out, Yeul spoke up about the spirit's warning. In his sudden anger and confusion of arrival, he had almost forgotten that that was guarding the Crystal. "Alas, she is correct," he called as loud as he could just in case both their words were buried beneath the screeching cold winds. He thought the next words through carefully as Yeul bolted from beneath him to try to reach out to the woman who had appeared.
Before he could even react to the fact Yeul knew the woman, Crowe was taken in the same violent flash of light that had taken Sherlotta. Good this leveled things some as he turned letting the wheels spin furiously in his mind. It assumed the spirit wanted them to choose a claimer and stop their dissent, and he would be damned if it were not he or Yeul at this point. "For what purpose would you use its power?" he called to the overconfident man before walking to where Yeul had stopped next to the younger man.
"And yours?" he asked the same plan from before setting itself up. He need only for a majority of the group to agree on him or Yeul. His pride took a heavy blow as he realized that it would be more likely for him to convince the two men that Yeul should claim the crystal. He placed his hand on the girl's shoulder softly instead of his usual vice grip of dominance as rounded to the blonde boy. He chanced that this would be the easier of the two to sway to his cause. "Ours is a vision of unity for this disjointed land." A land harmonious under his rule. Chaos was the law of beasts and idiots, and he had no time for such futility he thought as he cast his eyes to make sure the other man made no rush job towards the altar and the crystal.
The loud-mouthed, haggard woman cried out from behind him. It was enough to capture his gaze for a moment, at least, eyebrow raised. Her target of interest was the blue-haired maiden that had arrived before them, and when the girl heard what was presumably her name, she straightened, eyes wide, and ran to meet her.
”Crowe!”
It was an almost touching reunion -- the kind only seen in fairy tales and women’s romances. Ardyn would have given it a sigh of appreciation if the atmosphere hadn’t darkened in sudden oppressive waves. The women didn’t notice, distracted as they were, until the current overtook the ragged woman, shielding her from view until there was suddenly nothing. Ardyn blinked twice in her direction and then tilted his head curiously.
Was she finally dead?
The maiden slowed to a stop. ”She...She was just there, right…?” She looked to the blonde boy in question (Ardyn wished her luck on getting any insight from him), but it seemed she knew the severity of the situation at least. Her voice was barely a whisper and he couldn’t pick out the rest over the wind. Probably something despairing. Ardyn wished he could relish in her darkness.
”There will be no distractions.” The next voice was unfamiliar and unnatural. Ardyn braced himself against it, eyes sliding in the direction of the pulsating darkness on the altar. One moment it seemed monstrous and the next humanoid and then…? If it was a spirit then it was an indecisive one. ”Make your choice as one -- will you act for harmony or chaos? Purify your hearts and ours."
Was that what the girl had been yelling at him about? This spirit had the strangest of rules. Ardyn thought of his corruption spreading into the Lucian kings like oil across a clear blue lake.
Whose darkness was stronger, he wondered. This vengeful spirit’s or his own?
”For what purpose would you use its power?" The strange-smelling laborer appeared behind the girl. From how he stood beside her, Ardyn assumed they were close -- or close enough for an alliance at any rate. The man looked to the blonde boy next. ”And yours?” he repeated before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and watching the boy carefully. ”Ours is a vision of unity for this disjointed land.” For some reason, the working man’s eyes darted to Ardyn suspiciously. Ardyn sighed. Why could he never escape such baseless scrutiny?
”Charming.” Ardyn tilted his head and gave the man a small smile. ”How truly noble of you. Are we all in agreement for taking the Crystal then? I don’t know what it is, but it simply radiates power. It seems a trifling thing, but if this spirit is no god, then I suppose it will have to do.”
Ardyn let out a long sigh before turning on his heel to admire the shine of the gemstone before him and the guardian that embraced it. ”Are we to make it our enemy? And here I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to work so hard.”
