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The World Sight rises in the distance lit by a spire of blazing blue light. Though vision should be low at this time of night, the scene is lit in haunting blues. The road leading to it is closed -- and there was a sign and several insistent merchants saying so about half a mile back. Ahead, there's a craggy expanse of land filled with rocky overhangs, icy slopes, and trees made bare by wind. The guards have set up a wooden gate at the road and are conducting a checkpoint through it, only allowing official caravans through. The road is narrow, but the rest of the land leading up to the World Sight is uneven and treacherous. The road itself is scattered with hulking soldiers covered head to toe in black armor and wielding wicked halberds and long-swords. There are nearly half a dozen at the gate itself and they grow more in number the closer they are to the World Sight. You can't see much of the World Sight itself, only a distant set of stairs leading to what looks to be double-doors, firmly closed. The nearest guards eye the night closely, waiting to attack any intruders who might wish harm to their sacred tower.
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This world couldn’t get any stranger if it tried.
Most of the time, when Zack’s eyes managed to droop shut and his mind drifted away to slumber, his dreams had been nothing but static; familiar names, voices, memories. Night after night, he visited places that should have been familiar, talked to people he should have recognized -- but the names never came. The faces never clear. Aside from his final hours outside of Midgar, the Soldier had no clear recollection of his past.
So, it was more than surprising when he suddenly had a clear dream. A woman’s soft voice calling out to him, drawing him toward the vision he was given; a tower shaded in blue, a powerful crystal, and the promise of chaos to reign if it were to fall into the wrong hands.
While Zack had never visited the World Sight, he somehow recognized it in that dream. Maybe it was gifted to him from whatever voice it was in the vision. Maybe he’d been there and just forgot. Either way, it called to him, and for whatever reason, he found his boots headed that direction. It almost felt like orders, which was, at least, familiar to him. But, another part of him was solely driven by the desire to do the right thing. Someone, or something, was asking for his help; and Zack Fair was never one to turn down anyone who needed it.
The road to the World Sight was long and oddly tense. Zack traveled alongside some merchants, cheerfully chatting with them along the way while they filled him in with their experiences at the World Sight as of late. The eerie blue glow, the increased number of frightening guards. How it happened all of a sudden, after years of hardly any military presence at all. Combined with the zany dream he kept having, the Soldier knew it was more than suspect, at least.
And as it turned out, he wasn’t the only one.
Being the chatty, cheerful fellow he was, Zack had quickly gotten to know others that were making their way down the limited roads to the World Sight. A young woman (at least, he was pretty sure it was a young woman), dressed in red in a strange fashion he couldn’t quite put words to seemed friendly enough to speak with. Another woman joined them at some point, though she seemed much more serious and Zack had a more difficult time trying to get through to her with his natural charm. However, from what he could tell, they were all drawn there by the same, strange force; the same recurring dream. They were far from the only ones lingering around the merchants and caravans, and Fair could have sworn he kept seeing the same quiet, ashen haired man lingering around him -- but perhaps he was overthinking things.
When they finally arrived at the World Sight, the Soldier’s glowing eyes were immediately drawn to the area ahead of them. The path was lit by the eerie blue glow of the World Sight, easily seen even at the late, dark hour of their arrival. Ahead of them was the wooden gate that merchants passed through -- the checkpoint that the merchants had spoken of. The narrow road they were on was the only clear path up to the tower, the area around it rocky and unmanageable without the proper gear. However, there were -- god, how many, more than half a dozen -- soldiers, dressed head to toe in armor, weapons tightly gripped in their hands. Zack stood still for a moment as the carts and caravans passed him, bringing a calloused hand to his chin in thought.
Cautiously, he opened his traveling cloak, and let it drop from his shoulders to the ground. It’d only get in the way of the inevitable. After all, they had to get to the top of the tower, which meant going through god-only-knew how many guards.
The thought of that should have been insane to him. A fool’s wish. Instead, Zack felt his heart pumping harder than it had in weeks, a small smirk on his scarred face. He didn’t immediately reach back for his sword -- after all, he wasn’t sure what his unexpected companions plans had been upon arrival -- but he’d be as quick to voice his own plan as he would to draw the Buster Sword from his back.
“I hope you guys put on your ass kickin’ boots this morning,” Zack chuckled, a cocky but spirited glint in his eye as he gestured up toward the gate, “Cause it looks like the only way up is to go through a handful of bodies and blades.”
If it was up to me. I'd rewrite history, and change my destiny. One last time.
Inside of her mind a deep stirring roused her night after night. The cold crisp air of Sonora had given Eillien little in manner of peace and respite unlike how it used to. The crisp air used to remind her of home and yet now it did not. Haunting images caught within her mind of her home and of events that she could not fully remember but now stuck within her mind. It was as if the Echo was restoring things to her mind that might have been forgotten. Yet within her mind it was a troubling vision. A spir a lot like that of the Coil of Bahamut but bathed in blue of a crystal.
Leaving the city behind she headed in a general direction that she had never been in before. Moving her way through the countryside she finally ran into some people and just happened to go with them. A woman in full red was the one that she enjoyed being around the most. To her it reminded her of an old friend back on Eorzea. A person that she wanted to see again, yet if she couldn’t then she would try and move on while keeping their memory alive. Another was a man with a massive blade. Another was a grey haired man. This was the accompanying party to her.
Getting to the top of the trail she could not help but see the increase of soldiers. Each of them was trying to do their job yet she could not but help but feel that things might turn to the side. Looking over the armor of the soldiers she glanced toward the others that had accompanied her to this place. This might turn ugly rather quickly yet she was expecting something. “If something is going to happen I think things will have to be over quickly.”
Speaking softly yet clearly toward the others she glanced at Zack. Noticing how he dropped his cloak and she would follow suit. Reaching onto her belt to uncollapse the helm of metal. Her visage of black metal and red eyes glared outwardly as she pulled the visor back over her face. Her gauntleted hand was ready to grab her spear in a moments notice should something spring up. “Though I will agree with our soldier. I got my boots ready to kick ass. Do not know about the rest of you.”
Jo, having an uncanny ability to state the obvious as always, looked over the guards from where she and the other three warriors had gathered. Like her, she had received the strange vision that led her to this place, and it seemed that they all had the same idea that she did; rather than try to sneak around, they decided the best route was the direct one. That said, she'd greatly underestimated how powerful the guards would be, which is why she was glad she ran into these others who were planning the same thing as she was. It actually reminded her a little of the team she traveled with in her own world.
She barely remembered anything about them, her memory still fuzzy from being dragged here; just enough to remember that they existed, but that was it. It was, admittedly, something that had been bugging her since she came here.
Looking between the massive sword that Zack was carrying and the rather impressive spear that Eillien had on her (plus whatever weapon, if any, that Rush uses), she couldn't help but feel her mythril shortsword was a bit inadequate. It suited her quite nicely; was lighter and easier to use than a typical longsword, making it great for spellcasting, but packed more of a punch than most knives and daggers. It was great for dealing with random monsters; huge, heavily-armored guards...not so much. "And here I just bought these boots...now I have to get them all dirty." Her was just enough of a playful tone in her words to make it clear that she was (mostly) being sarcastic.
"My sword isn't gonna do much against these guys, so I'll hang back and support you three; I can either blast them with elemental spells or keep you guys alive...whichever you need me to do more."
The tug in pull of the caravan felt rhythmic to the empowered SOLDIER. Glowing eyes were tightly shut, the murmur of the people around the man being drowned out by innermost thoughts. Rush had no idea what drew him here—to the monolithic tower that sliced through the heavens above, however he knew the gut wrenching pain he felt was a thing of 'supernatural' origins; something of pure malice and evil intent beckoned to him. Directly beside the goliath resided the merchant who owned the caravan, the very man who hired Rush as protection encase things got to hairy. Needless to say, this was a job he took without even a second thought—this job allowed him and give him reason to get this far in a timely manner. Rush departed with Icarus back at Torensten, leaving the old bird with the band he frequently travels and works with. This was something he needed to do alone, a task he couldn't predict the outcome of regardless of how hard he tried. Rush was a man with a lot of pent up malice and resentment in his still-beating heart. Over time he had learned to cope with such emotions, but from time to time it gets through his guard and rears its ugly head. This time, whatever was calling him, he had a strong feeling the aforementioned emotions would explode in a grand display—a display he wasn't even ready for.
Eyes were still closed until the convoy came to a slow halt. A single eye opened, looking directly ahead at sentries and leading centurions brandishing weaponry to kill and armor to protect vitals. This was hardly anything new, Rush had picked up a few bounties from the tower before, and he more-or-less remembers seeing the exact same thing. Though, something was 'different' this time around—there was something in the air he couldn't help but fill weighing down upon those broad shoulders of his. The following eye opened, a faint glow of Shinra elite in the hazel hues of the SOLIDER. "I'll go take a look ahead." Rush says, voice deep, confident, and reassuring. He leaps off of the convoy, sturdy and hard leather boots landing upon the pavement with authority. The giant of a man is donning his typical garb, long leather jacket, denim black jeans, and hard leather black boots. On his back was the monstrosity of a sword he wields in combat, a sword that belonged in the Buster Sword family. It was wrapped in white bandages bound together by black leather straps that looked as if they were doing a horrible job concealing the beastly arm. He takes a few steps forward, taking note of certain people that looked just as concerned and battle ready as he was. Rush finds himself standing directly beside the spiky haired individual ( Auron )—it seemed he had the right idea and wanted to get within the tower just as bad as Rush did. Rush looked back at the other two and noticed they agreed—noticed they all wanted to get inside for their own personal reasons, whatever those may be.
"Allow me." Rush casually strolls forward to the gathered guards, the first set of eyes on him and hopefully off the others for the time being. The huge weapon on his back stayed in place while his hands remained visible while a few of the guards spoke to him in very aggressive tones, telling him to get back with the others before he forces their hand. That was until their words were cut short, the ironclad like fists of the giant swinging forward and knocking out a few of the unsuspecting sentries. The fists of this 1st Class SOLIDER were heavy, extremely heavy and like bludgeons—the impacts of the punches were more than enough to dent and plow through the sturdy armor. But such violence undoubtedly caused a commotion and the other guards would be in high alert and heading in their general direction. "That got their attention." He announces to the others as the sound of heavy metal clanking and talking could be heard from ahead.
As soon as the suspicious group of travelers come too close, an armored guard steps forward, voice cautious but intimidating all the same. "I'm going to need you to leave," he says. "You're not authorized to be he-." Before he can finish the thought, two fists slam into his full body armor, denting it with its impossible force. He lets out a gargled cry as the impact of dented metal juts into his flesh, and his ribs break. The cry acts as a warning beacon to every soldier in the immediate area. They turn towards the intruders, and every single one of them in the nearest four hundred yard radius charges forward, wielding spears, swords, and arrows alike.
From the distance, a bell gongs frantically. An alarm signal. All soldiers on alert. Protect the World Sight at all costs. Beyond the mass of clinking bodies, the steps of the World Sight are visible for only a second before the swarm overtakes them. The gates are about a half mile away and there must be at least five dozen guards between them and the intruders. Connecting the two, there's only an uneven road that drops off at sharp angles into mountainous ravines. Alarmed by this commotion, the dragoon woman -- Eillien -- mutters something about this not being what she signed up for as she slips away, leaving the other three to fend for themselves.
There's a cry from the gates, and about six archers unleash a hail of arrows. They're inaccurate from this distance, but could become deadly at closer range.
The World Sight will not fall. The citizens of Zephon have seen too much strife and destruction already. They're determined to stop more of these dangerous foreigners from taking anything else from them again.
Joanna watched with a combination of amazement and bafflement as Rush officially kicked things off by casually strolling right up to the enemy and punching the crap out of them. She knew they weren't planning on being subtle, but she wasn't expecting that. Surprising absolutely no one, this put the rest of the enemies on high alert, meaning that more would probably be coming their way. To which all Joanna could say was "bring it on". Given the people that she was with, this was bound to be a great battle one way or another.
Regardless, she took it upon herself to make the next move, striking a dramatic pose while raising her shortsword into the air. "I bet they'll find this quite shocking! Thundara!" Yes, she really did believe the pun was necessary. Almost instantly, all of the guards in the immediate area would be struck by a sudden bolt of lightning coming down from the ground. Even if that armor of theirs protects them from physical attacks, she was confident that a magical one would inflict a pretty decent amount of damage. If not, then maybe she'd be better off sticking to support.
Eyes of an elite scanned the vicinity with steady hues that glowed eldritch energy—the thunderous sound of a gong echoing through the very path Rush and the others took. He stood steadfast and ready, a massive arm reaching behind his back and gripping the handle of the concealed weapon he donned. The 1st Class Warrior prepared himself to fell the approaching guards with one mighty swing of the monster upon his back. However, before he could spring into further action, a magical presence overcame the area—bolts of electricity appearing out of thin air and zapping the poor guards that haphazardly rushed them. Rush looked back at the Mage ( @joanna ) standing a few feet behind him before fixing his gaze back upon the gate for the time being.
"Archers up ahead. Can you handle them?" He asks the mage without looking back at her, voice a little louder than normal given the cries, clanking armor, and echoing gongs going off in the background. Rush takes a step forward, hoping the snipers aim would be less-than-stellar given the current circumstance between the bodies of the guards, merchants, and various wagons about. Exhaling a breath, he presses forward, paw still wrapped tightly around the handle of his sword. Rush took it upon himself to take the lead for the time being, he was a large and opposing man—which ought to make it easy for him to get the attention of the sentries.
The nearest guards hesitate at the words of the woman in red. A sense of dread passes between them -- knowing what's about to happen but far too late to stop it. The air crackles with electricity which strikes in a bolt of violet light, bouncing from conductive armor to conductive armor until over a dozen screams rattle the air, and over a dozen of the armored men fall heavily to the ground, unmoving.
The crowd thins and doesn't dare fill in the space left by their fallen comrades. Instead, the remaining guards fall back, yelling something about magic as they retreat to the steps of the towering citadel for safety. The archers are on full alert, angling to get a better shot but still unable at this distance. The intruders are far more dangerous than they thought, and simply running headfirst into them would be suicide.
Beyond the retreating crowd of guards, the steps of the World Sight lead to a cobble-stoned plateau rimmed with ancient columns and a crumbling half-wall which the archers have chosen to take shelter behind. The double doors of the tower shadow the steps, heavy with wood and bolted iron. When viewed from a certain angle, an odd red shimmering coats the door -- caught in the glint of blue that bathes the night. As the intruders approach, one guard lets out a panicked noise and rushes to the doors, yanking on the handles but to no avail. The doors won't budge -- perhaps due to magical enchantment. About thirty feet above the door, there's an opening in the wall that might have once been a window but it's currently without glass. It's far too high for the guards to reach, so they don't even try. With their backs against a wall, their only option is to fight.
The young woman seemed appropriately prepared for their gate-crashing adventure. Someone with the ability to kick ass up close and personal, as well as do support stuff from behind? She was either one hell of an adventurer, or maybe she had some other crazy occupation. Zack went to respond to her, however, the tall man he’d been curious about earlier stepped forward, moving towards the guards with a simple, allow me.
And within moments of the guard’s negative reaction, the burly man had knocked him -- and several others -- over like they were paper soldiers. The other guards began to quickly react and mobilize, and Zack hurriedly pulled the sword from his back, whistling out, “Alrighty, guess we’re jumpin’ right on in!”
He moved forward to help the other insanely-strong man (Rush), as the sound of gongs roared overhead. They were bringing war to the front gates as the sounds of men shouting and metal clanking on stone came ever closer. In a matter of moments, there was a small army before them -- stretching in the short distance back to the gate. It was hardly visible, behind the pile of armored bodies. For about half a second, Zack dared to ask himself if he was ready to take an army head on again and potentially pay the price.
However, as he tightened the grip on his sword and began to move forward, he felt it. The same feeling one got when they stepped far too close to a mako reactor. Electricity cackling in the air. His hair stood on end for a moment as bolts came crashing down onto the first rush of armored guards that had sprinted down the stairs -- their anguished cries short as they fell, twitching.
“Nice work!!” Zack shouted over his shoulder as he sprinted forward, easily swiping at the nearest set of guards who were caught off balance, stumbling over the slumped forms of their companions. They fell easily to the blunt end of the Buster Sword, their steel crumpling to to the hard strike. He maneuvered around the fallen bodies, eye just catching the massive weapon the other tank-of-a-man (Rush) held in his hands. The guy looked as if he could simply sprint up the walkway and knock everyone out of the way himself -- if it weren’t for the still three dozen sharp weapons jabbing in their direction and the arrows beginning to drop down from overhead. The other man called back to the young woman in red, asking if she could handle the archers ahead. Thankfully, at their distance, the shots were inaccurate and wild -- striking armor and stone more than anything.
Zack pushed forward, sticking close to the back of their companion (Rush) as the guards finally began to descend from either side. The large man was definitely a hell of a target for the archers, and that was likely where they’d aim their fire once the crowd thinned and they moved closer. However, guards were beginning to close in from the left and right, their feet trained to the uneven road that, with one wrong step, would land them in the ravine below. With another swing of his sword, the blue-eyed Soldier knocked another few guards back, sending them tumbling down the uneven road and into the ravine below.
“Keep pushing on,” Zack hollered to the man in front of him, “I got your six.”
And the occasional stray arrow that did manage to get close to them would get swiped down by his sword. One or two here or there he could handle. But the barrage, once they got close enough, would be too much to take.
If it was up to me. I'd rewrite history, and change my destiny. One last time.
