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I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
The room was cast in dazzling light as the mage fired his spell into the doorway. Splinters of the door shot every which way as did the heated spoiled blood and sinew of the zombies that lie just behind the door. For a moment a path had been cleared as the dead remained eviscerated on the floor their forms turned to dust by the Flare. Quiet echoed throughout the chamber for a moment before deep down the hallway came a hellish cry at the oncoming group of twenty or so from the entrance arch to the catacombs down the long hallway. They stopped to sniff and taste at their returned brethren as they lumbered towards the smell of fresh flesh.
[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: Rem uses Seraphim Strike on 4 of the undead! Is it going to work?
She’d been so distracted by the pretty one’s demeanor she’d very nearly missed the spell that literally obliterated the door in front of them. Thankfully she had the presence of mind to throw up the Protectga, and that served to shield the others from whatever little debris remained in the aftermath of the powerful spell.
Guess I know not to make this one angry! She thought as once the light flare had cleared out…and yet there were more undead coming through the opening. Doing a quick headcount, there were around twenty, and while she couldn’t Killsight all of them at once, she saw that some were peeling away to attack an unprotected flank!
Taking the bold move, she then stepped forward, concentrating as she held onto her daggers. For a few moments they began to glow, and then a few moments attempted to drop down a sudden blast of magical energy dropped down on at least four of the undead that were looking to attack one side of the party. While that did work, she was a little on the puzzled side—did the magic not work too well?
Her brow furrowed in confusion, before she leapt back and adjusted her hold on her weapons, trying to aim for a Killsight on the next turn so she could at least try to siphon off their phantoma if she’d be given the chance.
The "pretty one" would suddenly turn to him when Vordun growled at him, giving him advice about Vordun and its kind. The revelation that he had a dragon himself caught Caius off-guard, and he would turn his head to stare at him a moment. When he gained his bearings, he would nod his head, acknowledging the advice about dragons in small spaces. He supposed it would be an issue as he got bigger, though not so much right now. But as he was presently planning to keep him close by... Hmmm...
"Thank you" He spoke gratefully toward Kuja. "If I may, would it be possible for me to find a time to pick your brain on a few things about raising dragons? The practice is relatively unheard of, and while I do work hard to figure it out, anything, even the smallest of guidance from someone that has experience in the field would be appreciated greatly."
As... Strange, as the man was... Caius was not going to let his reservations get in the way of a potentially incredible opportunity. His care of Vordun was very important to Caius, and any way that he could do so better would be treasured.
As the group would advance, he noticed that none of the others seemed all that concerned with using the coin. Realizing it was likely not something with any sort of ability, he would look down toward Vordun... Who was already trying to eat the string.
"God damnit, Vordun" Caius would mutter as he would take the coin and simply shove it in his pack. Keeping Kuja's words in mind, he thought of a new plan at least. "Make distance if need be, but make sure I can always reach you."
Vordun would let out a snort that Caius took as an affirmative, or at least he hoped it was one. They didn't have time to strategize between themselves unfortunately, as the monks would clear out and the undead would begin to knock at the door, so to speak. The other dragon tamer would strike first, using a powerful burst of magic to send the large door into splinters. The dead would spill out, a bit worse for wear but still coming from the tight space that had been created.
A tight space...
That was what the man had meant, then. If they advanced, then Vordun would be at a disadvantage... But did he have to be?
Watching Rem take a stab at attacking first and downing a few, Caius' theory of how close together they were and how much easier it would be to hit them in bulk seemed to be coming true... And a sly little smile crossed his lips as Caius would address Vordun.
"Fire. Hold."
Simple commands again, almost guaranteed to be followed. Vordun, who had been growling from the moment the zombies had begun to advance, was all too eager as Caius watched the glands in its mouth begin to glow as the dragon took its breath. Just like that, a stream of flames would erupt from its mouth, cloaking the zombies in their close quarters with flames that they would be hard pressed to escape from. There would be no sidestepping it in their choke point, it was either advance through it or retreat. And as the undead were far more easily undone by fire... They didn't have much time to decide.
Perfect.
Caius would switch to the weapon which he would then split into the two blades, immediately taking command of the operation as he barked toward the others. "If you have ranged weapons or magic, strike now! If you don't, prepare to finish off any stragglers that get through, they won't have much left if they do! Vordun can't hold forever, the faster we work, the better!"
Caius would use his height, standing on his tiptoes to get a better view of them under the flames. Having brought actual bullets this time, Caius would open fire with both rapid-fire weapons, aimed at the undead and swapping his target depending on which ones were closest to the front. His goal was to keep them in the raging inferno for as long as possible, hoping they would expire before Vordun would need to rest. While Vordun was still working on holding his flames though, they would have enough time to weaken their opponents drastically...
Now that was a spell he had not seen used often. Vossler was familiar with the mages of Rabanastre and their spells, so it was satisfying to see someone competent enough in the magical arts to cast Flare. With Rem's raining energy and the dragon's fiery breath now active in the battle, Vossler was the only one left to contribute to the fight.
While he lacked any special abilities like the ones that the others possessed, Captain-Azelas made up for in strength and tactical capabilities. The dead seemed to be pouring out of the bottleneck entrance of the Temple's labyrinth, seemingly at a rate that was barely kept in check by the party's attacks.
Vossler, with the aid of Protecga and Hastega, drew his blade and rushed into battle. He knew better than to run directly in front of the dragon's blaze or the gunner's line of sight, so instead the Dalmascan approached from the flank. The sight of an oncoming opponent caught the attention of a few of the burning cadavers who shambled their way out of the fire. Though damaged, they still had enough life to survive the dragon's onslaught and now focused now on the knight.
Vossler approached three of the ghouls and quickly swung his large two-handed sword. The blade sliced the flesh and broke bone, shattering all three rib cages and leaving a pile of rotting organs at the feet of the walking corpses. With the first cleave being a successful attack, a second one followed from the opposite direction, this time aimed a little higher. The bodies tumbled like a stack of bowling pins being knocked over. Three down and countless more to go.
But more followed, staggering through the flames set forth by the dragon. Vossler considered using his Soul Eater ability, but it was common knowledge that the dead were resistant to dark elemental attacks such as that. For now, he would try to land a few more attacks of opportunity against the stragglers while letting the others focus their attacks on the breach.
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The battle was unremarkable. His spell obliterated half of them, leaving piles of dessicated husks where there were any remains at all. Kuja lowered his hand and crossed his arms, waiting for the others to do the cleanup for him. The girl relied on twin daggers when not using magic. The armored knight charged head first in a boorish show of strength. And then there was the idiot with the dragon.
His weapon magicked into his hand, split in two, and then aimed towards the door. His own efforts weren't of greatest consequence, however, as his next command was for the dragon itself. Fire. The dragon did as commanded, breathing in and then blasting flames through the narrow opening. Kuja’s lips pursed at the sight, and sure enough, the heat hit in an acrid shockwave shortly after. The flames seared the stale air, and while the fire itself gave off only heat, the dry flesh it targeted was quick to burn. Now the tightly enclosed space simmered like an oven, the baked air stinging at his lungs with the bitter smoke of burning corpses.
Kuja’s eyes flicked to the dragonkeeper in disdain. There had been a reason he’d chosen a non-elemental spell.
The flames didn't do much to halt the undead either. He supposed it weakened them. Probably. But they still shambled forward, still groped at living flesh, only now they were on fire. The door he’d shattered had been constructed from nothing but aged wood, and it was hardly alone. One undead staggered forward and until it collapsed onto a splintered desk, setting the scrolls atop it alight with the desk short to follow. Another lurched through the ritual circle, knocking over candles as it went. With all the stumbling, the ritual decor, and the scattered scrolls and magical supplies, the room was quickly ablaze before the undead could be taken by the flames.
By the time the fight was over, the room looked as though it had been the victim of a particularly malicious arsonist.
Kuja let the seconds creep past as a chance for every one of them to consider the true depths of what had just occurred. Then he raised a hand. ”Blizzard.” A chilled wind enveloped them, and he directed his magic towards every flaming consequence of the idiot’s actions. With the fire extinguished, he started towards the man, heels clicking with every purposeful step. Only when he stood directly at the dragonkeeper’s side did deign to look at him, fixing him with nothing but a sidelong glance.
”You asked my advice,” he said with a smile. ”Dragons never do well confined to small spaces.” Kuja flipped his hair over one shoulder and sauntered past him into the shadowed path beyond the door.
Should danger arise, the dragonkeeper would be the first to die. Kuja would make certain of it.
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
The horrid stench of burnt flesh and hair permeated the room as the dragon's fire melted both even after the mage had put it out. The hallway lay emptied save the piles of charred and decimated corpses once again turned back to their right state. At the end of the narrow hall, a door would lead to a flight of stairs, the bottom unable to be seen in the dark. Bones litter the floor of the catacomb's entrance as well as the squishy half eaten flesh of those who had dared to explore the source of the chaos. The veins of the catacombs stood like a impenetrable maze, but the pulsating dark magic faintly beat from the center. The tendrils were close quarters, two could just barely squeeze side by side without touching the boned walls and the ceiling hung low about seven feet high. Still even in the dark the sounds of snarling could be heard down the corridors that branched from the main path, and the sound of a great many somethings barreling fast towards the new blood.
[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: oh yikes that phantoma was... cetainly interesting
Thankfully her Seraphim Strike downed them—but then everything basically went into utter chaos courtesy of Caius’ little companion, which she could now take a guess was definitely not similar to the Chocobo egg she had with her back in Torensten.
At least it knows Fire… but what else can it do? She thought, some beads of sweat forming on the side of her forehead. She didn’t know how long her protective spells would hold, and decided to throw caution to her companions. “If the shield breaks or you feel like you’re slowing down, please let me know,” she says, hoping that she would be heard over the din and racket as the attacks died down.
Mercifully, the undead stayed down—and now that she had a better view of what they’d attacked, she blanched for all of a few seconds. I can’t harvest any of their phantoma! Do they even have any left after… she thought to herself, making sure to double-check if there was even any phantoma for her to take. The stench hit her way before the sight of the charred bodies did—but there was something.
Dark red… should be…enough, she thought, fighting down the urge to throw up as she turned her focus on what little remained before seeing several faint orbs of dark-red rise from the four she’d brought down with her Seraphim Strike. Acting quickly, she then absorbed the phantoma, shaking for a few moments before steadying herself. Yikes, it really did feel weird, harvesting them from… could she call them double-dead?
Doing a quick headcount again, she knew she could keep going—and then heard it. She wasn’t sure if they were howling or something, but…
“Does anyone…feel that? From…” she trails off, raising one of her daggers to point somewhere roughly in the direction of the darkness. There was magic in the air, and it sickened her…
Caius had already made his decision before he had ordered Vordun to fire. He had already scanned the room, already surveyed the terrain. The fact of the matter was that there was a giant door here holding ancient evils that could escape at anytime, that they had to keep at bay with rituals and such judging by the items around them. None of the furniture nor items were in a place that would be safe if said creatures escaped. And instead of attempting to preserve them, the monks had decided to abandon them while they were working on abandoning the party to the mercy of the Lich. So to Caius, that told him that they were one thing - expendable. Which meant he didn't care. What was important was trapping the monsters in an environment they could not survive in - especially not them. Their rotted skin would melt easily. And as they were in a tight space, much tighter than the party, they could not all exit together. They would be pushing and squeezing past one another to get out.
But with their limited numbers being able to escape at once, it left them easy prey for the rest of the party to pick off. Caius further limiting the numbers by acting as gunner only aided the situation. Sure, furniture was burning. But nothing important, no walls nor foundations seeing as they were stone, had burned. All that really burnt was some furniture and what was left of the door that Purple had already turned into splinters. Oh and the melting rotted flesh. So all they were left with was advantages.
Was the plan a bit dangerous? Sure. Someone could have been burnt. But that was why Caius was acting as gunner, to reduce those odds. And if a bit of fire was enough to deter this group, he didn't know why they were going after a Lich. When it was clear they had won, he would order for Vordun to stand down and he would survey the territory. Casting a quick Blizzard spell at some of the things still burning in order to ensure no flammable clothing was caught while they were passing through, he noted Purple doing the same. Finally, once the coast was clear he would reach down and give Vordun a pat on the head to indicate they had done well. Or at least, done as he'd asked successfully - regardless of what the others thought of their success.
Purple would admonish him for utilizing a dragon in a tight space. Caius turned his head a moment to stare him in the eyes. He was unsure of why. He had executed a plan that had ensured a swift victory with little in the name of damage to the party and none of the monks were here to be fried in the chaos. Sure, it got a little hot, but that was the breaks and no serious harm had been done. If the monks were going to be unhappy that some unguarded items were melted, that was their fault for not caring about it enough to preserve them while they had the chance.
Still, he was the more experienced one. So he would merely nod his head. Perhaps it was a warning that they would not be in such fortunate conditions next time? And thus to use that tactic sparingly if at all? It was true the conditions here favored them, but they were very situational. And that flame blast would only get bigger as the dragon did... And thus harder to control.
"Noted."
Vordun was a bit drained, so Caius had no plans to take advantage of extended flaming breath for some time anyway. He watched with interest as Rem would begin extracting blood. It was a bit disgusting, but he had fashioned a makeshift tunic from a creature that had been living not two minutes before at one point in his old world when he needed warmth to survive. To say he wasn't squeamish about blood was an understatement at this juncture.
Still, he couldn't help but think things were a bit too quiet... Until they weren't. The zombies were followed up by a group of undead canines, and Caius would motion for Vordun to stand down and hang back to recover his strength. He had fought similar creatures not long ago - in the Tonberry Colosseum with Cissnei. He could handle them.
With the putrid scent of rot radiating from the freshly slain corpses, Vossler's forearm rose up to shield his nostrils. "Perhaps we should press on," he said with his arm muffling his voice, "before this Lich can raise more undead against us."
Right on cue, howls and snarls came from deeper in the temple. the corridor they had just cleared had a new batch of enemies approaching. The claws on their feet clacked along the stony surface and echoed down the halls. Though it was fairly intimidating to have to fight these creatures in the darkness, they sounded distant enough for Vossler to make a decision.
"I suppose I spoke too soon," he remarked, taking his battle stance once more with Nightmare in hand and cautiously taking point. "I do not think that we were tasked with idle loitering. If you wish, you may defend this position until this fiend has nothing left to throw at us. Or we can seize the initiative."
Deep down, Vossler hoped the others would follow. However, he was prepared to take this path alone if need be. One thing was certain; the pretty mage was likely to give him an earful regarding this decision.
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Their path was less than pleasant. The corpses were no surprise -- they’d killed the undead themselves after all -- but the mangled remains of their victims were distasteful to say the least. Kuja lingered by them, lips drawn in disgust. The smell of rot hung heavy in these tunnels unhelped by the fetid air. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, but that didn’t mean he wanted to venture further if he could help it. He allowed the others to breach the threshold before bracing himself and pushing on after them. If nothing else, they’d act as decent shields.
They descended nearly single file through the catacomb’s tight corridors. Crumbling stone confined them to a prison only slightly taller than the knight that trudged before him. Kuja lingered several steps behind, eyes sharp and careful on the figures that flickered in the light of the flame he held in his palm. They were liabilities. Kuja knew a threat when he saw it, and he knew that his faux-allies would be the type to turn on him should he try to claim the promised power for himself. In these labyrinthine halls, it would be easy enough to thin their numbers or perhaps merely to slip away. They would clear a path for him. They would fight whatever threat lurked at the temple’s center, and then he would be rid of them. Either by his negligence or his magic, they would die all the same.
Howls. The sound of scrabbling paws. Kuja stopped with the rest of them, hand raised in case anything breached his human shields. The girl with the white magic hesitated, hands tight on her daggers. ”Does anyone…feel that? From…?” Kuja shot her a questioning glance. Had she only just sensed the magic? It reeked of corruption and something dark that made his tail bristle. His instincts told him that he should flee in the other direction, but he’d never been one to submit to the base warnings of his subconscious mind. The magic was nothing but a confirmation of power. He would claim it at any cost.
As before, the knight was the only one with anything useful to say. Kuja smirked. ”Would you rather be surrounded?” Kuja gave a short laugh. ”If you want to go darting off into the darkness, by all means. I’m sure the undead would be happy to take you.” The paws pounded closer by the second. ”There’s only one direction they can come from here, and this place is likely a maze. I think the answer’s obvious.” Or at least, it benefitted him to make it seem that way. If they fled the coming threats, it would be him in the sights of anything that gave chase, and magic wasn’t the best tool for tunnels so confined.
No, he’d let his unhappy companions deal with this for him.
Magic sparked at his fingertips. ”Now if we’re done talking…” His eyes sharpened on the darkness ahead. It waited with an unsympathetic gaze.
