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year 5, quarter 3
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He had thought that the other male - the dark haired one - would have joined them, but he was wrong. The seconds ticked by as he looked down at what used to be the tunnel, his head shaking with a sigh. Oh well. But he doubted the man would fall so easily, after all, Ace still - actually, would Ace still remember him if he had died? They were in another world, so things might be different here; for one, Ace knew he couldn’t use standard magic without drawing away another’s life force - so perhaps the crystals’ abilities couldn’t reach this place. [break][break]
Lips pursed, tongue clicking, he stepped away from the hatch and surveyed the room around him, its dreary walls adorned with long, flickering shadows and its dusty old bookshelves filled to the brim with all manners of written material. If this was the time and place for it, he could definitely see himself on the ground, legs crossed with a book in his arm as he studied each manuscript, each book with their worn, torn, yellowed pages - but now was most definitely not the time. [break][break]
It hadn’t hit him when he first entered, too busy worrying over what had happened down below, but now that that was over and done with, Ace realised that the room was lit and by candles no less. Eyes flick in a hurry around the room, to every dark corner for movement, to every upper corner for cameras - nothing, at least none that his eyes could discern. But he didn’t like this one bit - a card materialised, gripped tightly between the index and middle fingers. He had to be careful and count for his teammates’ odd behaviours, plus that pulsating air beyond the door. [break][break]
A breath is let out, slow and steady, as he walked to the table where lay the open scroll, skimming a read before moving to the door, only for it to be opened and shot across the now revealed dark hallway beyond it as fast as one of King’s or Cater’s bullets by the man himself, Ardyn. The resulting crash as the wood landed and splintered upon contact with stone is loud and sharp and Ace winced, nearly sprinting over to catch up with the elder male before he caught the woman’s eye and reluctantly headed to her side. What did she need help with? They had to get a move on, especially after the loud noise that- and then he’s yanked, falling to the ground with eyes wide in surprise, his startled gasp dying in his throat as blue orbs catch sight of Ardyn backing away. [break][break]
He lifted his head, slowly coming to a stand while shifting for cover. What had the man seen? The way he dashed towards the blue light seemed to be in no way fitting for him; it suggested either excitement or fear on the other’s part, or some other high-energy emotion - joy, perhaps? He hadn’t gotten a good read - Ardyn was too fast. But regardless, the onset must have been brought on by something and with the knowledge that they weren’t alone, he was going to err on the side of caution. [break][break]
Eyes returned to the woman, closing with a long sigh at her actions as he thought - I’m not green at any of this…. He didn’t need to be told to be silent, nor did he need anyone to tug him down to safety - he was perfectly fine with doing either himself. He also didn’t want to be told where to go or what to do, his first instinct wishing to thoroughly search the room - surely there would be another opening? If the hallway beyond the door was dark, its candles cobwebbed over, it was unlikely that anyone passed through to this room from there when they could has as easily lighted the hallway’s candles. But…then again, there were also those strange ones - like Kazusa. [break][break]
Ace frowned - what to do? The blue light reminded him of the light at the top and that was where they were going, so it seemed only logical to head in after Ardyn - the two of them should be able to run in without any issue. But then, what had both the woman and the man seen that caused them to react so strangely? He headed for the doorway, sliding over to its side such that he was still in the room but looking out at an angle, the wall covering him. If anything crossed the doorway, he’d be able to see it and react appropriately - if obviously an enemy, take it out before he’s seen. If nothing…just head straight for the door.
The dragon watches the proceedings before it, eyes calm, breathing even. It doesn't budge when the first man turns and flees from it nor when it catches sight of two more approaching far more cautiously. Instead, it remains on its perch. Motionless. As though waiting for something. Its eyes connect momentarily with the woman, before it turns its attention forward again.
The hall is silent but for the distant whistle of wind.
Down the hall, an ancient magic is awoken as Ardyn's footsteps break the seal. Several torches burst to life on his entrance in quivering blue flames. The room has an almost sacred air to it mixed with the musty smell of stale air and dust. The walls are carved with arcane symbols, text in an old language, and murals which depict several scenes -- most of which involving dragons.
In one, four knights gather together to awaken some kind of prominent stone. In another, they fight back an array of horned beasts that are enveloped in darkness. A great series of them tell the tale of a man with a spear and elaborate armor gaining favor with dragons and using their blessing to ascend a tall tower. He appears to have had a friendship with one particular wind drake, and upon offering it some manner of treasure, rode it into battle against the monstrous forces of darkness.
The room is crowded with miscellaneous artifacts. Gold-plated urns. Silver plates embellished with draconian symbols. Mysterious sealed jars that might have anything inside. But all of it is scattered and lacks significance compared to the altar at the room's center. Sitting upon the altar are two artifacts which exude magic. The first is an ornate amulet inscribed with a pair of wings. The other is a glowing gem stone with a swirling pattern etched into the side. Upon touching it, the amulet will give a sense of weightlessness (float) and the stone will grant the user three uses of a wind spell (aero).
[attr="class","itsover"] Blue. That was Ardyn’s first impression of the place he’d stumbled into. Dimly lit, dank, and blue with some kind of magical glow. Ardyn blinked into the light, puzzled for a moment, before the scene focused before him. It was a familiar setting -- some kind of abandoned temple or perhaps a gravesite. To him, it looked for all the world like the tombs of the old Lucian kings. A bitter connotation. Ardyn eyed the grave goods with an air of disdain. He loathed these kinds of places. Reverent. Forgotten. The kind of places where history melded into legend which carried the weight of gods.
Ardyn took a careless step forward. No traps came to stop him. No magic either, and whatever beast he’d crossed before didn’t appear to have followed in pursuit. What luck! That meant he wouldn’t have to waste his time cleaning the tower’s pests. Yet the room he’d fled into seemed…
Completely worthless.
He glanced over the walls of useless lore. The engravings and the etchings all undoubtedly of some grave and lost importance to someone who wasn’t him. There were faded scrolls and dusted gems and enough precious metals to make a grave robber blush, but it was useless, all of it, to him. He failed to find any other passages. Any tunnels or windows or magical secrets beyond a pair of old trinkets set up pointlessly on an altar. Ardyn sighed as he looked it over. ”And here I’d hoped to bypass that whole violent mess.” He glanced back at the door before shaking his head. He supposed it couldn’t be helped.
The only way up, it seemed, was past that dragon.
Ardyn didn’t bother with caution. He ambled back into the hall without even glancing around the corner first. To his surprise, the beast didn’t so much as flinch at his presence. He tilted his head before calling to it curiously. ”Ah, yes. You! The dragon!” He waved an amicable hand in its direction. ”Would you mind terribly letting me pass? There’s nothing back here but a bunch of old trinkets and dust! And I really must be going…” He raised an eyebrow at it -- still motionless. And he was certain that would have been enough to provoke it…
”Hm. Domesticated perhaps? Well that makes this far easier. Now if you wouldn’t mind…”
It wasn't subtle. Blue exploded through the room with a surprising quiet and flooded the room in its otherworldly glow. It had Crowe flinching for a moment at the familiarity. Lucis was covered in places like this... strange, old, alien temples and tombs from worlds and ages long since passed. There was no movement, no quaking of the ground from the monstrous beast as the Niff coward sprinted away from the mere sight of real danger.
For some reason that her trained mind couldn't grapple, curious eyes peeked around the corner to see for herself and met the deep, intent gaze of the mighty beast. What on earth-? It took a second and she blinked back to reality, pressing her back to the stone pillar quickly again and sharply inhaling a gasp. It hadn't attacked, hadn't even begun to prowl. It just... stared at her. Slowly, Crowe slid upwards against the pillar with the push of her legs to stand up and turn her head around the other side by the militant boy to see the Chancellor having stepped unharmed into a wide hall that gave birth to the blue flame.
And then she felt it. For the first time in - what, nearly a year? - she felt the calling. The blood-born innate magic in her veins tingled with attraction to the area and it had her heart thumping heavily momentarily in her chest until she exhaled the sensation away. It compelled her forward a step, looking to the unmoving dragon, and then another towards the hall. Another. Another. A look back to the dragon again with an astounded confusion before she finally entered to the historical room and passed Ardyn with her eyes glued to the depictions all around them. "Incredible..." she breathed. The stories; a warrior, a world defended, races banding together through a common enemy. The dragon and the spearman.
She was so enthralled by it all that the annoyance of the shouting Niff only pulled her thoughts away for a second before she ignored it again entirely. In this moment, there was nothing but her, in this room of magic that called to her, alone. Her fingers trailed against the smooth stone of the painted masterpiece and she thinned her eyes at the treasure the knight offered the uncanny representation of the fortress' dragon.
Her head turned to the altar - the stones resting upon it - and she took confidant steps forward to observe them. She was quick to lift a hand but paused above the two with indecision and only slight twitches offering any movement in her stillness. No, she felt it. Her blood lead her; finally a voice it could listen to after all this time. Her hand grasped the ornate amulet and took care of the beautiful wings decorating it as she felt the connection with the enchanted item.
The Niff's position and inquiry were completely blown over as she turned around and called out to the dragon across the hall and held the jewel visibly in her hand at chest level. "You're a guardian aren't you?" Protecting this tomb of his late companion, no doubt. "I've got no right to ask you, but I've got no other choice. There's a girl up there that needs me," she swallowed, her free hand reaching over herself to point up to the tower. "And you're my only chance at getting to her before something else does; if it hasn't already."
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Nothing. No movement down the hallway until Ardyn made his return, until the woman took her leave and followed after him, first in the direction the man had fled in then towards the area that he had fled from. Whatever it was, it wasn’t something that viewed them as a threat…yet. So it was safe to head out - cautiously taking a step over the threshold, he looked left then right, instinctively calling a card out when he saw the dragon.[break][break]
Memories of the battle with Corcodia flashed in his mind and it was all he could do not to lash out at the beast. But once his racing heart had calmed, when the tensions in his muscles faded, he dared to look away from the reptile and headed to the room bathed in blue…and he couldn’t help but only think of the kingdom of dragons, ruled by the Seiryu crystal.[break][break]
Fingers danced lightly across the murals, blue eyes studying their tales closely before their attention was snatched away to the altar, where a single stone remained. Curiosity piqued, he walked over, tracing the designs and gently picking up the stone that contained a power that felt…familiar. He pocketed it, before returning his gaze to the murals, to the items that still laid within the room.[break][break]
A gift for a dragon? Could it be the same that watched them form down the hall? He wasn’t sure, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to try. Now, an urn, a plate or the stone he carried? Ace looked at it again before he made his choice; the stone seemed fitting, so it’d be the one he’d offer. Glancing around one last time, the teenager left the room behind, heading to meet up with the others.[break][break]
When he reached their side, he took a moment to study the beast, before holding out his hand with the gem sitting in the middle, eyes locking with the dragon. A part of him wondered if this was even needed, considering the other two seemed to be conversing with it and for all he knew…it could follow orders as well as any Concordian beast.
The dragon blinks impassively at the three people approaching it. It doesn't move at first, preferring instead to watch. It doesn't shift or even react until it spots the glittering amulet in Crowe's hand. Then it raises its head and leans forward in interest. Its snout nearly touches her hand as it sniffs the amulet and lets out a long, hot huff of air. It nuzzles the back of her arm before lowering itself before her. Even flattened, its shoulders come to nearly shoulder height, but its wings lower beside it to create a kind of fleshy ramp. It eyes the other treasure in Ace's hand and lulls its head to the side. It pays Ardyn no attention whatsoever.
Once they have all found their ways onto the dragon's back, the dragon stands again, walks over to the collapsed staircase, and spreads its wings. It's a tight fit, but the dragon manages to jump in the air, flap its wings for balance, and then grab the side of the tower with its claws. Its claws easily pierce the stone, sending out dust and debris in storm clouds as it proceeds upwards, climbing vertically like a gecko up the inside of the tower. Its wings fold behind it as it climbs, creating a barrier between its back and the deadly drop into darkness below it.
The ride is a rough one, but the dragon seems to know where its going. It bypasses several other ledges and bypasses, bee lining straight up for what could be anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour. Eventually, it pulls up onto the topmost ledge, heaving itself onto flat stone with a short grunt nearly overcome by an alarmed screech of "Kupo!" along the opposite wall.
The room is lit in the same blue from outside. It's dimly lit and circular with windows showing off the view of the entire mountain range from nearly the top of the tower. A wind blows through the open windows, bringing with it snow and ice. On one side of the room, there's a portal -- deactivated and without light. Farther away, there's a small door sealed by magic that repels at the touch. From this side, the tower they climbed up appears nothing more than a pitch-black hole into darkness with a few jagged stones sticking out like teeth.
On the far end of the room is another portal though this one pulses with blue magic. At its side is a tent already set up with an open trunk beside it. Inside the trunk is a single bottle of magical potion and the remains of an orange feather that oozes magic. The tent rustles and fearful eyes peek out from behind it below a red pom-pom.
"K-kupo!" it tries again, its voice shakier this time. "What is that?" It points at the dragon which eyes the kupo hungrily before huffing again and slithering back down the hole. The moogle shivers with fear before poking its head out further. "Is...Is it gone?" it asks again, waiting to make certain it won't reappear before giving a short hop. "Kupo! That was scary!" it cries before flouncing over to the three strangers. "You're the second group I've seen! Are you here for your friends?" It drags an over-large book with moldering pages before it, leaving it open before them.
"Care to save your progress?" it asks. "You can add on right under there!" It points to some barely dried quill ink which reads: '"I, Mateus, Emperor of Palamecia, have arrived at tower's summit accompanied by the Seeress Yeul, and the troublesome cat-woman Sherlotta. We aim to claim the Wind Crystal..."
[attr="class","itsover"] ”Ah.” Before his eyes, it seemed the puzzle was solved. The harsh, callous woman approached the beast carefully with one of the useless treasures in her hands. At the woman’s approach, the dragon sniffed the pendant and then touched at her hand and flattened itself to the ground.
Well how did she know to do that?
”Do you have a history with dragons?” Ardyn asked in interest. ”How lovely. And certainly convenient. Do you, perhaps, know how to bring us towards our destination?” Ardyn didn’t wait for an answer, instead heaving himself onto the dragon’s back without a single hesitation. The dragon didn’t respond and didn’t even seem to notice him there. ”Of course, I could have brought myself there, but this seems far less of a hassle.” He grinned at her with a tilt of his head. ”Shall we?”
The boy likewise bought the dragon’s favor and they gathered there together with varying degrees of animosity. As the dragon shifted itself vertically, Ardyn fought the urge to throw his sword into the wall and stabilize himself, instead choosing to grab a ridge along the dragon’s shoulders and hang there, feet dangling as the dragon jerked itself up the tower wall. It was a precarious arrangement, but Ardyn far preferred it to gathering with the others in the dragon’s wings and he’d had plenty of practice hanging from unsteady handholds. If he were to fall, did it really matter? Heights were meaningless to him, after all. One warp and he’d lose nothing.
But he didn’t fall. The ride was shorter than expected for him, and after a time, the dragon righted itself once again and Ardyn was left kneeling on the creature’s back. The room they found themselves in was clearly some kind of watch tower over the mountains though it carried that same mystical, abandoned air as the lower levels. From here, one might have been standing on air -- a god in the mountain range’s uppermost peaks. Not a thing wasn’t visible from the flurries of snow on distant cliff-sides to icy ravines to the dull, shapeless form of a town that must have been nearly twenty miles away. The view would have been breathtaking if Ardyn hadn’t climbed similar mountains and towers in his two thousand years of cursed life. As it was, he found a mild interest in the architecture before the view. It was a spitting image of the ruins of Solheim.
The wind was brisk here and howling. It pricked at his cheeks and the edges of his ears, but he didn’t particularly notice the chill. Instead, he slid off their draconian mount and took a few casual steps into the center of the place, eyes sweeping over their destination with an almost intellectual curiosity.
On one side there was a peculiar magic that coated a side door like a hex. On the two others were what he could only assume to be portals similar to those in the old Solheim ruins. He’d used them before on his casual excursions to profane the graves of Lucian kings, but it seemed odd to find them here of all places. One was lit in its signature blue -- a clear signal of its power, he assumed while the other sat dormant. Far away, obscured by a ragged set-up of cloth and wooden beams, was a creature he’d only seen in illustrations and childrens toys. As the dragon receded, it popped out from behind its shroud and gave a sudden squeak so loud that Ardyn was left blinking at it.
Was this...some kind of Messenger? For all the world, it could remind him only of Carbuncle.
It told them that they were the second group to approach. There was another then that had already gone ahead, and as the creature dragged out some kind of weathered book for gods knew what purposes, he saw it scribbled at the top as clear as twilight: ’We aim to claim the Wind Crystal.’
”Well that settles it then. I must thank you for your services, I suppose.” He gave a dry, dark kind of smile. What would await them past this odd and cheery guardian? An artifact of power as his vision had suggested? A malevolent god? A benevolent one that was less than happy to see him? The anticipation tingled in his palms and he stepped over to the activated teleporter before the feeling could settle any deeper. Answers. That was all he desired, and any artifacts of power could do as they would.
He said nothing as he stepped upon the dais and felt its magic flare about his feet. Perhaps the others would follow. Perhaps they wouldn't. He had little use for them now and had no particular wishes to encourage them.
Like hell she was going to go on answering and humoring the Chancellor's questions, but her breath was taken away when the dragon neared and its warm breath escaped its nose in a rush of air over her hand and the jewel within it. For a moment, everything seemed... frozen. Still, silent, peaceful. She'd never seen one in person - only heard old stories - but the magic they held certainly proved no myth. There was a connection here with this magnificent beast, she could feel it. If only there were time to truly focus on the experience, but her determination had her solely honed in on the top of the tower rather than the heavy beating of muscled wings beneath her that carried them up.
When her boots hit the ground her first reaction was to turn to the dragon and set a respecting hand on the side of its neck, rough scales smoothing as she slid down their proper direction. It was her thanks. "Is that-?" she turned around at the sounds and rose a sharp brow. Moogles? Real moogles? "What on earth?" the question was astounded beneath her breath as she moved to the one that displayed the book, slowly reaching a hand out to poke at its plush, round belly. "You're real," she blinked, "geez, this world-," but before she could finish her thought she saw one word that stuck out at the page beneath the little, fluttering critter. 'Yeul'.
In a rush, she leaned forward and held the book on either side, looking down at the signature and declaration. Emperor... cat-woman... The grumbling already started to rile up her throat before she let out a deep, "Great," and clenched her teeth. The chancellor was saying something and moving some dramatic way - or whatever - but she cut it short and interrupted his little scene by practically shoving him out of the way in her march towards the portal and straight on through. One extra word was left on the old page. A simple, neatly printed 'Crowe'.
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Back in Rubrum, the main mode of transportation with regards to animals were Chocobos; Dragons had always been Concordia’s speciality. So it was with a mixture of both curiosity and apprehension that he climbed aboard the reptile’s back with the others, settling himself against its folded wings when it began its climb. Gently running his hand over its scales, he took the chance to observe and study the dragon up close, committing to memory as much as he could of the creature - he doubted he’d ever get a chance like this in the near future.[break][break]
It was all too soon that their ascend came to a stop, a familiar sound greeting his ears as he jumped off and surveyed their new surroundings - a circular room bathed in a chilly blue, the same blue that was able to be seen from across the landscape they’d traversed. Perhaps once it’d been something grand but, like the rest of the tower, it was old and broken, though now draped in a pristine white from the surrounding wintry environment. Still, it wasn’t the gaping hole from which they came that summoned his attention, nor was it the layout of the room as a hole - it was the room’s single occupant besides them, a moogle.[break][break]
Eyes blinking in disbelief, he barely noticed their newest companion’s return to the shadows as he strode forwards towards the moogle, memories of the class’ Moglin surfacing in his mind. Silently, he pondered on the fate of their dear friend - when the class returned from Pandemonium, victorious and at death’s door, their newest commanding officer was nowhere in sight and he quite distinctly recalled that the moogle had been present at their departure. Had the reavers got to Moglin before they could stop Tempus Finis…?[break][break]
He shook his head, pushing the thought from his mind; that was something best to dwell on at another time, when he knew for a fact he could be safe. Here? He wasn’t even sure when their next enemy would arrive… Another glance around the room, a moment as he strained his ears listening for any approaching footsteps, then he joined the others at the moogle’s side, giving the book a once over before following them onto the portal. He didn’t need to leave anything of himself behind, he didn’t feel compelled to - he could only think of who else awaited them at their destination, the ‘Emperor’ they’d meet, the cat-woman and the seeress.
