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Caius very much doubted that Kuja's words about no cure being present were true. They had been told it existed, and Kuja stated the same spectre that told them was acting as his guide. It was just a hunch, but he was pretty sure the man just wanted to get to the Lich already... And was arrogant enough to think that he could take it on by himself despite Caius' warning. The goddess would not have summoned four if one or two would have sufficed. And if she thought what they'd gone through now was too much... Then it was a safe bet that whatever they were about to face with the lich would probably be worse. It had been pretty clear to Caius that Kuja did not care if they lived or died, but his arrogance, if his hypothesis was correct, would get him killed as well as them.
But there was no time to think on the matter as the creatures would attack. A horde of undead, bats and then the creature leading them had decided to make their presence known. Caius knew they were hanging by a thread here, and things looked bleak. Yet he was calm. Perhaps too calm. His senses were heightened in these moments, even if his body was beginning to fail. All he could think about as they approached, was survival. Nothing more.
He was back in his own world again.
He listened for sounds, felt for vibrations. When the electricity spell came, he'd already darted away the second he heard the cracking hit its highest point. He could hear the squeaks of the bats, and would load the twin blades -- with his limited stock of actual bullets this time. He wanted to save his magic just in case. As he began to aim, he heard Rem ask for Vordun's assistance. Caius only nodded his head. Not that it mattered, Vordun was intelligent enough to make his decision on whether to listen to her or not. And if anything she ordered was guaranteed suicide, he knew that Vordun would know. All of their combat training would bear its fruit here and now, or they would perish.
As Vordun seemed to decide to begrudgedly do as the healer asked, Caius hadn't taken his focus off the bats. Allowing his body to relax as best it could, he waited until the right moment before firing where he could hear the wings batting. Shooting one of them through the wing, he waited for it to crumple before he stabbed his blade down into its torso.
The shrill screaming was the only issue with this plan. His ears rang, and it made it a little harder to focus. But on the other side of things, the charms of the succubus did nothing for Caius. Why would they?
So much had gone wrong. What started as a quest given by the benevolent monk to suppress the undead uprising and slay the Lich responsible had now turned into a sloppy display of incompetence. Vossler knew that he was guilty of this as well thanks to his overconfidence. But something needed to be done. Something needed to change.
Despite how much he and his new comrades tried to push forward, the zombie status described by Kuja became more of a handicap. On the front lines, their party would have been labeled as combat ineffective. Added to that was tge fact that one of them had been holding back. Kuja, the mage, did little in terms of contribution after his first time casting flare at the start of this dungeon crawl. It did not sit well with Vossler that the mage knew such a powerful spell yet did little else after showcasing it. Kuja was more powerful than he led on to be and there must have been some internal mechanism that was preventing him from being more active.
“Mage, a word,” Vossler said, hobbling his pathetically helpless body over to Kuja. “Whatever your intentions are, I kindly ask that you put aside any selfish-desires.” His voice remained low in an attempt to show Kuja that this plea was to stay between the two of them. “I care not for the spoils of this place and I would gladly give you what we find, in addition to my own services, if you only clear the path for us and end this facade.”
A sigh followed, as he did not truly know what kind of man Kuja was. While he did come off as a gentleman, there was also moments of arrogance. The mage could have very well been a manipulative psycho who intended on killing them all to obtain whatever power the Lich had, but the problem was that Vossler didn’t know. He couldn’t know. He could speculate all day long, but time was running out. Even before he could try to persuade Kuja any further, the succubus began to engage the group in combat.
As Rem tried to bolster the party’s defenses and Caius joined Rem by attacking the new set of enemies, Vossler stayed back and tried one last time to push the mage. At this point, Vossler believed that Kuja was the only one who could carry the group to the end of this arduous journey. “Holding back such power could be seen as weakness by some. But I doubt very much that you take pleasure in looking weak.”
Knight-Captain Azelas
Final Fantasy IX
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Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
Kuja paused and glanced towards the knight. He had a terribly serious look behind his mottled skin and hobbling half-death. Was now really the best time? Apparently so, and with the dragontamer and the girl already charging ahead, Kuja supposed there was no reason not to indulge him.
He wouldn’t be a problem for much longer anyway.
Kuja followed his lead a few steps behind the others. The knight had graciously lowered his voice as he accused Kuja of his own self-interest. Kuja tilted his head at the knight’s offer. Clear the path and he’d offer his services? Well wasn’t he perceptive.
”I simply sought to conserve my magic,” he said. ”I never intended self-interest, but so long as you’re extending the offer…” A screech pierced the space between them. The devilish woman had chosen to attack after all. The knight chose his life over throwing himself into a fight he couldn’t win, choosing to urge Kuja forward in his stead.
Weakness? Kuja could have laughed. There was no weakness in restraint just as there was no weakness in a game played by one. He couldn’t have cared less about appearing weak, but the fact that the knight would try to bring him to indignance needled him. He glanced to him and smiled.
”If you’re so interested in my skills then I’ll not bide my time.” Loud bursts marked the beginning of the fight before them. The dragontamer slumped behind the girl and fired off some kind of handheld cannon. The girl for her part attacked with a newly found vigor, casting a rather potent Shell as she went. With his resistances bolstered, Kuja easily deflected the devilish woman’s spell with a flick of his wrist. He stepped forward.
If this was his price for another tool then he’d happily oblige.
Kuja raised a hand, muttered his incantations, and thrust it down. The space before him burst in a pressurized circle of red and black, exploding and imploding magicks all at once. Flare. The force of it thrust a rippling shockwave from the woman that rustled his skirt and hair. He turned next to the bats. Just as the dancing woman had already taken damage from the girl, several of the bats had already been picked off by the dragontamer. Still, the knight had asked for his full potential and so Kuja cast again. Aero. A cyclonic wind trapped them, pushing tighter and spinning faster until their wings were ripped from their bodies and they fell lifeless to the ground.
Point made, Kuja started forward. ”I hope you didn’t mind, but I thought to make this quick.” Rusted armor clinked behind them as the undead continued their approach. He had no intentions of slowing long enough to meet them.
They came to a crossroads -- left, right, center. The spectre appeared before him in silent vigil. Kuja hadn’t needed the reminder. Still, he eyed it at obvious attention and continued to do so even after the spirit dematerialized. He closed his eyes and tilted his head as though listening carefully. ”Might I ask one favor?” He touched at his lip to veil his smirk. ”The others spoke of a cure for their condition. Would you care to guide us?”
He waited another moment before raising his eyebrows in surprise. ”Oh?” He glanced to the left. ”How useful.” Laughter threatened to escape him, but he kept it locked away with an actor’s precision. The prospects of another pawn proven more appealing than some nebulous, half-promise of dark power. He would play the part for now.
”If that spirit is to be believed, you should find your salvation that way." Kuja crossed his arms and turned to them, waving carelessly in the direction of their cure. "Ahead is the Lich, and to the right is a trap. I’d suggest taking the first path.”
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
A temporary silence fell as the mage blasted the horrors that assaulted the party. Bones fell apart and the flesh of the bats and succubus were disintegrated in the blast of the spell. It was as if the dead had finally held their last breath as the party entered the crossroads. The spirit bade Kuja the information that was asked of it before warning that the way forward any direction would not be easy. Still it seemed that the alliances forged and perseverance would lead them down the left path. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Still nothing attacked for now. Perhaps it was just watching and waiting.
The foursome would come across a open gate with two ornate graves in a small cramped mausoleum. Two vases sat on the graves, and the encryption above the door read: "Blessed be the waters of the river of death. Death to those who would consume it prematurely." Crossing the threshold of the enclosure a red flame and blue flame would rise from the respective graves before two wraiths would materialize with the respective flames in a candle. They would not attack immediately instead vanishing the vases of water. When they would turn to the party the red mage would send a Firaga spell towards Rem and Caius before the blue mage would send a Blizzaga towards Vossler and Kuja before floating around the room.
[attr="class","rem4"]Notes: you never make Rem angry.
Thankfully, her assault had helped somewhat, and once the nasty bats and the…the undead had fallen, she steeled herself and absorbed the miasmic remnants of their bodies, their souls—she was running low on energy. How she hated the weird… ‘taste’ of the undead’s phantoma, but what other option did she have at this point?
Bracing herself as the dark orbs came toward her, the felled bats proved a little better—at least their remains were still ‘living’. Although it wasn’t much, she let out a sigh of relief as the dark-blue residual energies floated off them and she called them close, restoring her magical energy.
But she knew that they still had some ways to go, and now that they were at another crossroads, she spotted two jars—and was about to go for them but they disappeared!
“Oh, come on!” she said to herself, biting her lip out of dismay before seeing two more of the undead—seriously, why was there so many unliving around here?
It was at this point she recognized the spell on sight—and this time, the party was seemingly split in two. “Vordun, forward! If you can weather the flames, please, help!” she calls out to Caius’ companion, before making a decision. She wasn’t…fully aware that she actually had more spells to pull from, but the most powerful ones that she knew, Holy, and Meteor—they were beyond her reach for now.
But that wasn’t what she needed.
Instead, she held her daggers out in front of herself, crossing them as she concentrated on the spell. It had been a while since she’d used these particular ones, and she hoped she would get it right.
Casting a party-wide Reflect that hit her, Vordun and Caius, she then watched as the flames that were headed their way seemingly strike the shield—but no, she wasn’t done yet.
“It’s not going to be that easy,” she continues a few moments later, concentrating again and pointing the left dagger forward, before casting a blast of Tornado magic at the undead creature…thing that had attempted to blast her side of the party with a Firaga.
Caius had suspected Kuja was holding back after the earlier showings, and while he didn't know what Vossler had said to him, he could admit to some irritation at him taking this long to take these battles seriously. Either way though, their foes were dead and it seemed that Kuja knew where to go to help them get rid of this curse. Or doom them all, Caius had no reason at this point to think Kuja cared if they lived or died. The Glaive was completely prepared to defend himself, or as much as he could in this condition, from whatever trap this could turn out to be. There was some kind of riddle and basins or something, but it all faded into the background when the monsters popped up. Because of course there were monsters. This whole thing was just a gauntlet of monsters, that only seemed to get worse after this curse popped up. It was one gauntlet after another at this point, and Caius could admit to more than a little bit of exasperation at it all. Bloody hell, he just wanted to get better and go stab the Lich. That's all he came here for. He didn't show up for zombie drama...
Nor whatever the hell it was that Rem had just summoned.
The mercenary stared at it for a spare moment, his brow furrowing further as if he had just about had it with all of this. They had been here for what felt like months, nearly been killed by his own teammate, and now said teammate was probably about to kill them for real. Seriously, it was one damn monster. ONE DAMN MONSTER! How hard was it to get to one stupid monster and kill it without someone trying to kill them all?
Very hard, apparently. Between the tornado and the fire, Caius knew pretty well what was going to happen. Their death, if they didn't get the hell out of here. Vordun's survival instincts had kicked in before Caius' as the dragon had made the decision to disregard Rem's order and make a break for it toward safer ground. Caius decided that it was best to clear the room and let the tornado do its work. Once the tornado had dissipated, they could proceed.
"Vordun!" Caius called to Vordun as he tossed one of his daggers toward the dragon, who caught it with his talons. Caius knew he needed to work fast, he only had a few seconds before the weapon would disappear and return to his hand, and he wouldn't be able to warp. Deciding to make Vossler a priority seeing as he was having trouble, Caius moved as best he could to grab the shoulder of the armored man. He then called to the other two.
"Grab onto me quickly or tank a tornado. Your choice."
Practice with warping had given Caius a bit of muscle memory as to when time would expire. And that time was running out he knew, as the countdown had already started being mouthed under his breath. Vordun had left the room and likely retreated back to where the paths diverged earlier in order to wait out the storm.
Three... Two...
No time left. He had to do it now.
One...
Caius disappeared at the last possible moment, taking Vossler and whoever had gotten to him in time with him as Vordun had just about reached the main room by this point. The dagger disappeared not even a full second after they re-appeared at that point, and returned to his hand. With that, he began following the dragon.
"When the storm ends, we'd best rush back in and strike while the enemy's been weakened. This might be our best chance."
A sigh of relief came from the Dalmascan once Kuja accepted his offer. He could feel some weight be lifted off his chest with that worry out of his way. Yes, Vossler was a man of honor and pride, but he was not so foolish that he would allow himself to die in vain. At least now he could live to fight another day.
"This will not be a decision that you will regret. Thank you."
Though he would not need to fight again until the zombie status was cured, Vossler kept his sword out. It would be used to help him stand, if nothing else. Regardless, he watched Kuja tear through the opposition with ease which only confirmed that his assumptions were correct.
With that encounter finished, Vossler did his best to remain disengaged from the group. There wouldn't be much that he could do in this state anyways, so he decided to remain in the back of the party while they followed Kuja's suggestion for the blessed water. After they found and entered the small mausoleum, yet another battle began and once again Vossler was useless to the group. This fact stung him but there was not much else he could do except hold out for a little while longer.
The girl had once again gone overboard with her abilities and inadvertently created a flaming tornado within the small structure. Vossler was close enough to the exit that he could retreat with minimal injuries. However, Caius approached and offered his own way out. There would be only seconds to decide, which the Dalmascan chose to gab onto Caius's shoulder to be warped out.
He was already ill before being warped out, so moving at such a speed would only upset Vossler's stomach yet again. The knight leaned against a headstone as his stomach ejected it's contents once more. Or at least it tried, forcing a few dry heaves in it's wake.
"I cannot keep going like this," he said, struggling to remain on his feet. "Let them settle the matter with the wraiths. They do not need our assistance."
Knight-Captain Azelas
Final Fantasy IX
27
YEARS
Agendered
Open
Pansexual
333 POSTS
Fin
Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
Kuja was beginning to tire of the death motif. He understood the poetic drama of it all -- Lich was the king of the dead, after all -- but he found it far too obvious. Could there not be a contrast of symbols? A hint of dramatic irony? Kuja hummed his displeasure at the tight mausoleum at the end of the path. It seemed the Lich had a penchant for theming without the nuance to heighten its craft.
The water basins greeted them as they entered, placed atop a set of dueling graves. ’Death to those who would consume it prematurely?’ Well of course he wouldn’t, and he doubted the girl would be so stupid either. Probably. He glanced to the others, about to warn them of its meaning, when the graves stirred and the wraiths within awoke. Kuja eyed them coolly, but stepped back without conjuring magic.
He hardly wanted a repeat of last time after all.
As it happened, he had no need to worry of their curse. No, they simply vanished the water with a wave of their skeletal hands. They’d have to defeat them no doubt -- or Kuja would at least. The swordsmen were useless, and the girl seemed most skilled with white magic. She cast reflect in time to redirect the spirit’s flames towards itself. Kuja didn’t bother. With his shell already in place, the ice that cracked around him hardly caused him a grimace and single step back to steady himself.
Black magic sparked at his fingertips. If he was the only remaining combatant then there was no point wasting his time with protections. He would end this quickly.
A thundaga spell already sparked at his hand (the only proper elemental -- the surrounding stone would muffle it) when the girl demanded the dragon’s fire. He shot her a look of sharp disbelief and shifted his magic at the last second, instead surrounding himself with a wall of ice.
For once, the dragon disobeyed. It seemed it, at least, was smarter than the other two.
And then the wraith cast firaga anyway. Heat blasted from it in a single wave, turning the once shadowed mausoleum into a makeshift oven. His magic muffled the flames, but the space was so narrow that its effects were limited. His tongue sharpened as he imagined what their duel flames would have accomplished.
The girl could die too. In fact, he’d make certain of it.
Unperturbed, she leapt into the fray with her daggers drawn before skipping back and holding out her hand in a spell. Kuja was too busy mitigating the damage with another blizzard to attack for himself, and he certainly had no intentions of protecting the girl. Perhaps the wraiths would kill her on their own. If so, he would hardly be able to contain his laughter.
But he didn’t laugh. In fact, he might have never laughed again. What happened next could only boggle the mind.
He sensed it before it struck. Wind. At first, he thought she intended to air out the smoke, but then the spell thickened. And thickened. His eyes widened as he realized a moment too late what she intended to do. There was no point trying to stop her. Even murder would only strike her down after the spell had been cast so he took that moment to steel himself instead.
Shell. Protect. Regen. The gale winds overtook them before he’d finished.
She had not cast Aero. She had not even cast Aeroga. No, whatever this was, it was its own breed of magic. The dragontamer reacted quickly, darting towards the knight faster than his condition should have allowed. He called for them to follow (though he seemed quite unconcerned with either of them) before he disappeared in a flash of light. Kuja would have refused his aid even if he’d had the time to accept it. He refused to rely on a single one of them.
These idiots would only get him killed. He would do better alone.
By the time that his last spell fortified him in healing light, he could hardly see for all the wind and debris. He planted his feet and pushed back against the nearest wall, casting even as the winds struck him like blades and the weaponized dust stung at his eyes. He couldn’t see the wraiths. It hardly mattered. He chose instead to cast an aero of his own, twisting the gale around him in a counter wind. It weakened the magic, deflecting it around him in a conical stream.
His protective magic dulled the blows of the debris to sharp stings. His regen healed the damage not quite as quickly as he’d have liked. His only concern was the structure itself. If it collapsed, there was little he could do to withstand the fallen stone, but could still teleport at least. A last resort, but it would preserve his life.
He refused to flee until he’d recovered what he’d come for. He would be the first to find it, and he would take the advantage once he did. Anything else would be a waste of his time.
I'm Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold
A violent hailstorm began brewing in the mausoleum. The winds swirled faster and faster as tiny rocks and pebbles began to be lifted from the ground striking anything in the path of the circular storm. Darkness set in as the storm reached its apex and a loud crack could be heard in the midst of it all. Although the magic of the spell only struck at the fire wraith, the physicality of the thing threatened to bring the house down. Bits of tombstone became part of the gale winds and as the wind threatened to consume the place.
In the madness an unearthly scream registered at a level to pierce the ears. Then just as quickly as the spell seemed to have come it began to disperse. The air began to clear and if the girl had survived the onslaught, as the warriors had escaped and the mage had protected himself, she would see the twisted bent body of the fire wraith dead on the floor. Next to that she would see a crumbled tombstone and a broken vase its water spent. Before much else could register, the ice wraith reappeared with a blast of his demon's candle, hoping to freeze the intruders in their place.
She knew that back home, Tornado really ripped a new one when cast in a wide-open space on the bigger fiends that stalked the open fields. Clearly, she’d forgotten a few things now that she wasn’t in Orience anymore:
• They were in an enclosed space • The vases had been Vanished • She’d clearly underestimated the power of Tornado
Well, the magic had worked—maybe a little too well! Quickly crossing her daggers in front of her as the damage started to rip the little space apart, she had to sacrifice a little bit. Knowing that Reflect was still active, she had to let out a little sigh before casting a Dispel on herself, because she’d very nearly made another mistake had she not caught herself in time.
Now that she was rather prone to the oncoming onslaught of rubble and damage, she quickly cast Avoid on herself, losing track of the fact that her companion had already gone on to warp away to a safer distance along with the other male that had come with them.
She had to keep up the dodging, the dodging, the—holy Vermilion Bird, was that an explosion?!
Doubling up with a Wall spell, she quickly drew back as fast as she could manage, the rippling flame mixing in with the violent wind had triggered some kind of area of effect blast and she’d barely made it out of the radius, the Wall magic shattering on impact after the worst of the projectiles had come hurtling at her.
One threat down, but then—
“What?!” she muttered, biting her lip upon seeing the shattered jar on the floor. Where were the contents?! Yeesh, had she really doomed them from the start?! Looking up, she saw that there was another incoming undead creature, and reactivated Reflect on herself.
Now hopefully this time she didn’t mess up because they were already one vase down.
And there was no way of recovering the water that had already spilled out of it.
