Willow moved forward before she knelt and gave Pebbles a hug. The moot could wait a moment. It didn’t matter to the allomancer that the kid was a ghost, or a memory, or whatever; what did matter was that the kid was crying and Willow’s singular neuron activated and told her that this was why she was doing what she was doing. Why she was suffering when she was tired, and tired of being brave as well. As Willow pulled away from the hug she wiped a tear from Pebbles’ cheek and gave the kid a gentle smile before speaking quietly enough so only the kid would hear.
“I’ll be brave for you. So keep your chin up for a little longer~”
Then Willow stood and stared down the assembly once more.
“If you don’t support my plan, then you support making kids cry. I have spoken.”
Flashing double peace signs, Willow nodded for Pebbles to come back to the sidelines with her as she moved back to her chair.
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Whispers and rattles echoed over the edges of the moot as the Pebble God, hallowed as the first of them all, gripped tightly at Willow's hand. The two walked pack to the podium, with Willow's remark inspiring a bit laughter in some, and disdain in others. Even the Horn God, mighty as she, was not ready for what she had witnessed, grim as she was.
"Twisting the knife," Manon nodding approvingly, "good tactic. Provided they are sympathetic."
"They are," added Eryl, staring on at the proceedings, with a glassy sense of nostalgia.
"Willow is right," came unsteady words from the Leaf God, revealing his own fear, "the Pebble God is one of our own. Even if we act to protect ourselves, are we going to let this go? Vengeance can't just slaughter a tribe, much less the first of us."
The Lake God, imminent as he was, stood again, brushing off the splinters from his tunic.
"Then how will you do it?" loudly demanded Lake, his smooth, aging features, contorting into what little defiance he had left, "You want me to commit my cattails to your cause, but how will you defeat Vengeance? While my people are dying here, what will you be doing?"
"Yes! The secret to her demise!"
"Tell us!"
The Leaf God's masked face turned to Willow, and took a step back from the Speaking Stump.
"Twisting the knife," Manon nodding approvingly, "good tactic. Provided they are sympathetic."
"They are," added Eryl, staring on at the proceedings, with a glassy sense of nostalgia.
"Willow is right," came unsteady words from the Leaf God, revealing his own fear, "the Pebble God is one of our own. Even if we act to protect ourselves, are we going to let this go? Vengeance can't just slaughter a tribe, much less the first of us."
The Lake God, imminent as he was, stood again, brushing off the splinters from his tunic.
"Then how will you do it?" loudly demanded Lake, his smooth, aging features, contorting into what little defiance he had left, "You want me to commit my cattails to your cause, but how will you defeat Vengeance? While my people are dying here, what will you be doing?"
"Yes! The secret to her demise!"
"Tell us!"
The Leaf God's masked face turned to Willow, and took a step back from the Speaking Stump.
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While expected, this had been a request Willow had been hoping wouldn’t come up. She was completely… well, mostly… confident that her allomantic abilities bolstered by baseline skill improvement would give her an edge in a showdown with Vengeance. That said, allomancy was a particularly flashy type of magic in the sense that one of her main weapons for the coming battle, Brass, was essentially magical therapy. Where Mister Flynn could make a big old fireball, Willow’s flashiest trick was throwing coins and occasionally herself. However, she had been expecting this.
During Willow time training with the saber, she made sure not to neglect training with her magic; and so she had improved on some of the more nuanced applications of allomancy. After spending three months in a mountain filled with metalworks she had toyed with various ways of augmenting her utility belt, so to speak. Now, as she considered how best to convince the skeptical horde of ghost gods, she looked up at the Sky God and decided to bust out one of the tricks she’d been practicing.
Burning Steel and Iron as she walked out into the center of the space provided, Willow pushed gently but without targeting anything in particular. This created a Steel bubble that gently repulsed metal around her. It didn’t have enough force behind it to do much beyond making a coin tremble a bit right now, but it did have enough force to affect Willow’s clothes; more specifically, the light dusting of metal filament she had collected on her clothes. Through some trial and error when helping out during some downtime, she had found that the metalworks of the quarrids left behind a good amount of metal shavings; the smallest of which were so miniscule she could barely even register the Steel lines. A bubble however allowed her to clean the shaving efficiently. A step further, she was surprised to find the smallest of the shaving could float on the air as motes of dust for a remarkably long time.
This got Willow thinking, if she collected enough of this metal dust she could improve some of her maneuverability in the air by dispersing a thin cloud around the arena. Obviously she didn’t want to blind the crowd, so she was using her secondary idea; originally named The Iron Dome, but renamed to The Mesh since the first one was taken. By matching the burn of a Steel and an Iron bubble, the cloud of metal dust sat in the spherical plane where the Steel and Iron bubbles met. On its own, it amounted to about as much as the gentle bubble alone; i.e. not much. When she burned Mithril though it became a different ball game.
Pushing off the ground with her foot, Willow drifted up into the air until she was at the height of the Sky God, and then upped the burn on her bubbles which arrested her movement, holding her locked into place in the air. Then she drew her saber, pointed it towards Lake below her. With her eyes locked onto his, as one of the loudest of her doubters, she flared Zinc and Brass. Soothing the god’s Doubt while bolstering his Hope, Willow burned Pewter as she spoke, her voice booming down towards the assembly.
“I was brought to this world with the sole intent of stopping Vengeance. While you and your people are here, I will be battling a Titan. I do not owe you an explanation, decide now if you will stand together with the other gods, or if you will turn your back on them and hide until the world ends.”
Then Willow inflamed a sense of Shame in Lake. Zinc and emotional manipulation still felt uncomfortable to her, but she needed this plan to work.
During Willow time training with the saber, she made sure not to neglect training with her magic; and so she had improved on some of the more nuanced applications of allomancy. After spending three months in a mountain filled with metalworks she had toyed with various ways of augmenting her utility belt, so to speak. Now, as she considered how best to convince the skeptical horde of ghost gods, she looked up at the Sky God and decided to bust out one of the tricks she’d been practicing.
Burning Steel and Iron as she walked out into the center of the space provided, Willow pushed gently but without targeting anything in particular. This created a Steel bubble that gently repulsed metal around her. It didn’t have enough force behind it to do much beyond making a coin tremble a bit right now, but it did have enough force to affect Willow’s clothes; more specifically, the light dusting of metal filament she had collected on her clothes. Through some trial and error when helping out during some downtime, she had found that the metalworks of the quarrids left behind a good amount of metal shavings; the smallest of which were so miniscule she could barely even register the Steel lines. A bubble however allowed her to clean the shaving efficiently. A step further, she was surprised to find the smallest of the shaving could float on the air as motes of dust for a remarkably long time.
This got Willow thinking, if she collected enough of this metal dust she could improve some of her maneuverability in the air by dispersing a thin cloud around the arena. Obviously she didn’t want to blind the crowd, so she was using her secondary idea; originally named The Iron Dome, but renamed to The Mesh since the first one was taken. By matching the burn of a Steel and an Iron bubble, the cloud of metal dust sat in the spherical plane where the Steel and Iron bubbles met. On its own, it amounted to about as much as the gentle bubble alone; i.e. not much. When she burned Mithril though it became a different ball game.
Pushing off the ground with her foot, Willow drifted up into the air until she was at the height of the Sky God, and then upped the burn on her bubbles which arrested her movement, holding her locked into place in the air. Then she drew her saber, pointed it towards Lake below her. With her eyes locked onto his, as one of the loudest of her doubters, she flared Zinc and Brass. Soothing the god’s Doubt while bolstering his Hope, Willow burned Pewter as she spoke, her voice booming down towards the assembly.
“I was brought to this world with the sole intent of stopping Vengeance. While you and your people are here, I will be battling a Titan. I do not owe you an explanation, decide now if you will stand together with the other gods, or if you will turn your back on them and hide until the world ends.”
Then Willow inflamed a sense of Shame in Lake. Zinc and emotional manipulation still felt uncomfortable to her, but she needed this plan to work.
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A light burst forth above Willow's head, like a halo, as she bore down upon the Lake God. He fell back, nearly tumbling over his chair. The rest of the pantheon of forest gods began whispering loudly among themselves.
"Brought to this world?"
"She serves a higher power?"
"Divinity? Is she an angel of someone greater? She can fly."
The gathered gods began to collude and discuss before the Lake God came to his feet. He was shaking, struggling with something deep inside. His spriggans looked ready to die on this hill with him, until he spoke.
"The Lake Tribe will fight."
The Sky God shot up, "As will the Sky Tribe!"
"The Mud Tribe will join!"
"And the Moss tribe!"
Then came the Wind tribe, the Hill tribe, the Stone tribe, the Rain tribe, the Dirt tribe, the Creek tribe, the Fang tribe, the River tribe, the Storm tribe, and, finally, the Horn tribe. The Horn God herself seemes largely displeased by the outcome, but wasn't going to excuse herself from a fight.
"Then that concludes our moot," declared the Leaf God, swiftly closing the proceedings on a high note. "We don't have much time, so we will need the Gods or their captains to join me at the central gantry."
"Well done," Eryl said, working her way over with Helen guiding Pebbles in tow, "I didn't expect you to keep your cards close to your chest, considering your mentors, but it was the smart choice."
"You can fly!" Manon popped over as well, hovering over, "You are not even some crazy font creature, non? How did you go from being ze school's 'Least Likely to be a Magical Girl' to 'Very Much Peter Pan'? And, you have to tell how you did ze light, it was very Penn and Teller."
"Brought to this world?"
"She serves a higher power?"
"Divinity? Is she an angel of someone greater? She can fly."
The gathered gods began to collude and discuss before the Lake God came to his feet. He was shaking, struggling with something deep inside. His spriggans looked ready to die on this hill with him, until he spoke.
"The Lake Tribe will fight."
The Sky God shot up, "As will the Sky Tribe!"
"The Mud Tribe will join!"
"And the Moss tribe!"
Then came the Wind tribe, the Hill tribe, the Stone tribe, the Rain tribe, the Dirt tribe, the Creek tribe, the Fang tribe, the River tribe, the Storm tribe, and, finally, the Horn tribe. The Horn God herself seemes largely displeased by the outcome, but wasn't going to excuse herself from a fight.
"Then that concludes our moot," declared the Leaf God, swiftly closing the proceedings on a high note. "We don't have much time, so we will need the Gods or their captains to join me at the central gantry."
"Well done," Eryl said, working her way over with Helen guiding Pebbles in tow, "I didn't expect you to keep your cards close to your chest, considering your mentors, but it was the smart choice."
"You can fly!" Manon popped over as well, hovering over, "You are not even some crazy font creature, non? How did you go from being ze school's 'Least Likely to be a Magical Girl' to 'Very Much Peter Pan'? And, you have to tell how you did ze light, it was very Penn and Teller."
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Descending in time with her relieved exhale, Willow reduced the burn on Mithril before turning back to her companions. Briefly she pulled her coat over her eyes as she dropped the burn on Steel, which made the Mesh pull in and settle back onto her clothes. As she rejoined her companions she listened to the various congratulations and fawnings, and could help but laugh a little following Manon’s questioning; at least up until the last part.
“Physics, mostly,” Willow offered with a pat on Manon’s shoulder as she stepped around to ruffle Pebbles’ hair. “As for the light… I’ll tell ya when I figure it out. I had thought it was you doing it, Manon, but guess not. I never tried my flight trick outside, so maybe it’s how the light hit the dust around me?”
Shrugging, Willow made her way over to Ghyslain who was ferrying her gear, from which she retrieved her staff before turning back to the others.
“Personally I think valkyries are cooler, but if I’m gonna be an angel I need to make sure I deliver a win.”
With that, the allomancer made her way to some open bits of grass, not worrying about secrecy. Bringing the staff up, she focused like she did the other day, but rather than bringing to mind Creative she centered her mind on Noble; with the addition of the entire pantheon. She didn’t know if she could summon more than one of the Artisans at a time, but it’d be easier to chat with all of them at once rather than making Noble a messenger.
“Alright, here’s hoping this doesn’t knock me on my ass right after my big show.”
“Physics, mostly,” Willow offered with a pat on Manon’s shoulder as she stepped around to ruffle Pebbles’ hair. “As for the light… I’ll tell ya when I figure it out. I had thought it was you doing it, Manon, but guess not. I never tried my flight trick outside, so maybe it’s how the light hit the dust around me?”
Shrugging, Willow made her way over to Ghyslain who was ferrying her gear, from which she retrieved her staff before turning back to the others.
“Personally I think valkyries are cooler, but if I’m gonna be an angel I need to make sure I deliver a win.”
With that, the allomancer made her way to some open bits of grass, not worrying about secrecy. Bringing the staff up, she focused like she did the other day, but rather than bringing to mind Creative she centered her mind on Noble; with the addition of the entire pantheon. She didn’t know if she could summon more than one of the Artisans at a time, but it’d be easier to chat with all of them at once rather than making Noble a messenger.
“Alright, here’s hoping this doesn’t knock me on my ass right after my big show.”
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A picture of Noble entered Willow's mind, the staff helping guide the Allomancer in doing what took summoners many years to learn. Drysi had explained to her once that summoners '3D printed creatures with their minds', and it was visceral. She could feel her thoughts trace every bronzed feature of the centaur's face, every etched plate of armor on his body, and every feather of his wings. His golden eyes cut into her, making her feel the weight he bore upon his shoulders in bringing order to an otherwise lawless plane.
Then, as the mental pictures translated to power, she thought of everyone else.
The power rode up from her toes through her spine, before topping out into her skull and nearly knocking her unconscious. That perfect picture of Noble felt like an eon ago as the vaporous images of the others assaulted her mind. When she thought of all of them, it wasn't a simple, studied recollection, but instead a fever dream of people she once knew. Caricatures of their beings clobbered their way in, flooding her brain with all of their anxieties, hatred, and fear.
It was too much, and Willow's eyes rolled back into her head as her body threatened to shut down. A hand grasped her shoulder, and her vision returned to see the glimmer of a mailed arm.
"What can I do for you?" Noble's low, divine vibrato brought the whole forest into silence. Once he was sure Willow was fine, his helmeted visage searched among the trees for threats.
"Get a load of zis one," Manon's elbow jutted into the Allomancer's side, "how much do you bet he's zome poncy looking altar boy under all ze holy armor."
Noble took off his helmet and looked down at the two girls. Manon's fingers sank into Willow's arm.
"Oh no, ee' is hot."
Ignoring Manon, Noble thumbed to his back, "Willow, can you explain this?"
His horse half turned, and revealed all of the other gods riding on his back. Each of them were shrunken to small miniature versions of themselves, reminiscent of the Safeholme gate guard. They all at stared her with wide, silent eyes.
Then, for no reason, Diligence kicked Creative off the centaur and began throwing a fire-ridden fit. Clever looked at Smart, and then down at Noble, and made some derisive, smug noise at her sister. Red faced, Smart instigated a chitter-filled slap fight that turned into a cloud of hands.
Having recovered from his fall, Creative landed on Willow's shoulder, looking much like Bjorn at this size. He gave the Allomancer a side eye, and shrugged.
Then, as the mental pictures translated to power, she thought of everyone else.
The power rode up from her toes through her spine, before topping out into her skull and nearly knocking her unconscious. That perfect picture of Noble felt like an eon ago as the vaporous images of the others assaulted her mind. When she thought of all of them, it wasn't a simple, studied recollection, but instead a fever dream of people she once knew. Caricatures of their beings clobbered their way in, flooding her brain with all of their anxieties, hatred, and fear.
It was too much, and Willow's eyes rolled back into her head as her body threatened to shut down. A hand grasped her shoulder, and her vision returned to see the glimmer of a mailed arm.
"What can I do for you?" Noble's low, divine vibrato brought the whole forest into silence. Once he was sure Willow was fine, his helmeted visage searched among the trees for threats.
"Get a load of zis one," Manon's elbow jutted into the Allomancer's side, "how much do you bet he's zome poncy looking altar boy under all ze holy armor."
Noble took off his helmet and looked down at the two girls. Manon's fingers sank into Willow's arm.
"Oh no, ee' is hot."
Ignoring Manon, Noble thumbed to his back, "Willow, can you explain this?"
His horse half turned, and revealed all of the other gods riding on his back. Each of them were shrunken to small miniature versions of themselves, reminiscent of the Safeholme gate guard. They all at stared her with wide, silent eyes.
Then, for no reason, Diligence kicked Creative off the centaur and began throwing a fire-ridden fit. Clever looked at Smart, and then down at Noble, and made some derisive, smug noise at her sister. Red faced, Smart instigated a chitter-filled slap fight that turned into a cloud of hands.
Having recovered from his fall, Creative landed on Willow's shoulder, looking much like Bjorn at this size. He gave the Allomancer a side eye, and shrugged.
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Were it not for the grace of Pewter Willow likely would have passed out of the sheer sensation of her brain splintering. Swallowing hard, the Brit fought off a wave of nausea as she righted herself. Her eyes were shut with a distinct amount of force as her brain space reconvened, and so she felt a definite sense of relief when she felt Noble’s hand on her shoulder and heard him speak. In fact, she was feeling rather proud as Pewter won out and righted her systems. If being an allomancer didn’t pan out, then perhaps she could…
“Holy cats! They’re adorable!” Willow exclaimed as she took in the sight of the chibi Artisans; the Arti-chibis? Nah, that was too close to artichoke. A quick flare of Pewter to clear up the residual migraine later and Willow watched the curious little dudes with a sense of wonder. Sure enough, Noble wanted an answer just as she did.
“Well… You were the main one I was trying to summon, and figured what I wanted to discuss would have been easier with the lot of you here rather than making you a messenger,” Willow’s words were slightly absentminded as she mostly watched the antics of the chibis. Shaking her head, she knew she needed to focus. You’ll probs be a messenger still, since ‘m’not sure how aware of themselves the others are like this.”
Reaching into an interior pocket of her coat, Willow pulled out a small notebook and a pencil.
“Long story short, the spriggans are gonna mount a defense here at the Leaf Village to draw the attention of Vengeance’s wraith horde. While the wraiths are distracted, I along with a few others sneak past and strike at Vengeance while she is isolated.”
Willow opened the notebook and began to quickly scratch some rough scribbles, Creative could see them form as the allomancer worked. A hatched circle labeled Leaf. A tree label Evil Tree. An arrow from Evil Tree pointing to Leaf labeled Wraiths. And then another arrow coming from the edge of the page to meet the Wraith on the perpendicular. She showed Noble the drawing.
“I want ya’ll to flank the wraiths when they engage the spriggans.”
A part of her wanted the point to hang with a dramatic air, but now wasn’t the time for drama.
“Likely a strike force rather than an army. Otherwise ya’ll would run the risk of losing the element of surprise and getting intercepted by the wraiths. I’d… rather not leave the spriggans alone against the wave.”
“Holy cats! They’re adorable!” Willow exclaimed as she took in the sight of the chibi Artisans; the Arti-chibis? Nah, that was too close to artichoke. A quick flare of Pewter to clear up the residual migraine later and Willow watched the curious little dudes with a sense of wonder. Sure enough, Noble wanted an answer just as she did.
“Well… You were the main one I was trying to summon, and figured what I wanted to discuss would have been easier with the lot of you here rather than making you a messenger,” Willow’s words were slightly absentminded as she mostly watched the antics of the chibis. Shaking her head, she knew she needed to focus. You’ll probs be a messenger still, since ‘m’not sure how aware of themselves the others are like this.”
Reaching into an interior pocket of her coat, Willow pulled out a small notebook and a pencil.
“Long story short, the spriggans are gonna mount a defense here at the Leaf Village to draw the attention of Vengeance’s wraith horde. While the wraiths are distracted, I along with a few others sneak past and strike at Vengeance while she is isolated.”
Willow opened the notebook and began to quickly scratch some rough scribbles, Creative could see them form as the allomancer worked. A hatched circle labeled Leaf. A tree label Evil Tree. An arrow from Evil Tree pointing to Leaf labeled Wraiths. And then another arrow coming from the edge of the page to meet the Wraith on the perpendicular. She showed Noble the drawing.
“I want ya’ll to flank the wraiths when they engage the spriggans.”
A part of her wanted the point to hang with a dramatic air, but now wasn’t the time for drama.
“Likely a strike force rather than an army. Otherwise ya’ll would run the risk of losing the element of surprise and getting intercepted by the wraiths. I’d… rather not leave the spriggans alone against the wave.”
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"A bold strategy," was Noble's rating, pressing his chin between his finger and thumb. Smart, having knocked her sister off, had worked her way up to the Captain's shoulder and began mimicking his thoughtful mannerisms, "ah, you think so too?"
Smart was shocked still, reddening at the attention. With her small voice, she answered, "Ah huh, uh huh."
"How do you think we should move our forces into position?"
"Uh..." Smart eyes showed she had an intelligent answer ready, but her mouth was failing her, "Uh..."
"Nothing to add?" Noble struggled to understand her.
"Nuh-- Nuh uh."
A sullen silence followed, which seemed to sow discontent among the little gods. The small figure of Smart covered her cherry face, and tumbled off Noble. Embarassed, she ran off into the woods, wailing little, sad chitters. At the same time, Diligence shouted some expletive, and then, several more. He seemed disinterested with the planning, and began stomping off, spitting fire at anyone who got close to him.
The when they got far enough out of sight, two ropes of light whipped out from the staff. It tugged back Smart first, who was still hiding her face. Then it pulled back Diligence, who had his fingers burrowed into the ground. Returned to their summoner, the two were snapped back into the staff, returning from whence they came.
Noble had watched with great interest and his eyes traced down from the head of the staff to Willow's hand.
"So it seems there is a limit to how far we can be from the staff," surmised the Captain, ignoring the crowd of lesser gods who couldn't take their eyes off him, "My canidaer are the only ones who can make a pace fast enough to be here in time and be in fighting condition. But first..."
He wrapped his mailed fingers around the Allomancer's staff.
"What is this?" Noble's eye were like setting suns, looking down at Willow, "and why do you have it?"
Smart was shocked still, reddening at the attention. With her small voice, she answered, "Ah huh, uh huh."
"How do you think we should move our forces into position?"
"Uh..." Smart eyes showed she had an intelligent answer ready, but her mouth was failing her, "Uh..."
"Nothing to add?" Noble struggled to understand her.
"Nuh-- Nuh uh."
A sullen silence followed, which seemed to sow discontent among the little gods. The small figure of Smart covered her cherry face, and tumbled off Noble. Embarassed, she ran off into the woods, wailing little, sad chitters. At the same time, Diligence shouted some expletive, and then, several more. He seemed disinterested with the planning, and began stomping off, spitting fire at anyone who got close to him.
The when they got far enough out of sight, two ropes of light whipped out from the staff. It tugged back Smart first, who was still hiding her face. Then it pulled back Diligence, who had his fingers burrowed into the ground. Returned to their summoner, the two were snapped back into the staff, returning from whence they came.
Noble had watched with great interest and his eyes traced down from the head of the staff to Willow's hand.
"So it seems there is a limit to how far we can be from the staff," surmised the Captain, ignoring the crowd of lesser gods who couldn't take their eyes off him, "My canidaer are the only ones who can make a pace fast enough to be here in time and be in fighting condition. But first..."
He wrapped his mailed fingers around the Allomancer's staff.
"What is this?" Noble's eye were like setting suns, looking down at Willow, "and why do you have it?"
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“Adorable,” Willow remarked as she watched the chibis. It brought her a bit a joy amid some unfortunate news. She had figured the mobilization would be too sudden for other races, except maybe the odinkine, but they weren’t all as rakish as Bjorn; so the hopes of air support was null. “Don’t s’pose ya’ll would be able to get a few of these to carry with?”
Willow lifted her hat to show Curie.
“Turns out they have lasers. Found that out during an encounter with the same man who gave me this staff. The swordsman who I was dueling who had the misfortune of thinking he was doing ya’ll a favor by forcing ya to forget about him. A namby li’l god named Percy that runs this whole show.”
With a spin of her finger towards the air to suggest she meant that in an encompassing manner, Willow put her hat back and displayed the staff.
“Given as a bit o’ a boon in this endeavor, although, heat of the moment I’ll probs just use it as a thwackin’ stick.”
For display, Willow spun the staff and motioned a strike with the end.
Willow lifted her hat to show Curie.
“Turns out they have lasers. Found that out during an encounter with the same man who gave me this staff. The swordsman who I was dueling who had the misfortune of thinking he was doing ya’ll a favor by forcing ya to forget about him. A namby li’l god named Percy that runs this whole show.”
With a spin of her finger towards the air to suggest she meant that in an encompassing manner, Willow put her hat back and displayed the staff.
“Given as a bit o’ a boon in this endeavor, although, heat of the moment I’ll probs just use it as a thwackin’ stick.”
For display, Willow spun the staff and motioned a strike with the end.
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"I'm also here!" Curie's metallic voice hummed as she floated off Willow's head. Her lattices tumbled up and down, before eying Ghyslain, who was pawwing up at her. She fired a forceful blast at his hand, which only seemed to encourage him.
Noble trotted back to give Willow space to swing, before prancing forward. The explanation seemed to disarm his suspicions, but the whole glade jumped as Eryl shrieked.
"He what," the mage was clutching the tailored finery that gave her trademark, billowy look.
"Ah, baba," warmed the Captain, holding up an assuaging hand, "no worries, Willow seems to have this mysterious benefactor named Percy. She calls him a god, but I imagine he must be some sort of mystery of the land, much like Vengeance."
"Noble," entreated Eryl, wringing her hands, "he raised you, all of you, you built this world with him. He loves you all dearly. He..."
She stopped herself, seeing the centaur shifting uncomfortably. Her puzzled, hurt expression became more gaunt as he tried to find meaning in her eyes.
"Now you're both going on about the strangest things..." Noble shook his head, trying to be light-hearted in the face of Eryl's growing horror and the current situation.
"No," Eryl withdrew, struggling with tears, "no, no, no. Percival, what have you done?"
"Aaaaaah, Smart's little pilots," Noble plucked Curie from the air, trying to pick up the mood again to alleviate the strangeness. With a little twist of his wrist the lattices clicked open and the aperture split like a mechanical egg, "they're very strong in the back line, but fragile and prone to their own machinations. I think some could be convinced to ride out."
Up from the egg in a little chair, emerged a wingless, glowing sprite. Curie's eyes were wide, suddenly exposed as she was, and she traded glances between Willow and Noble.
"Oh. Oh! Unveiled! Revealed! Exposed!" after glancing at Noble again, she covered her eyes with her hands, "I'm so embarassed."
Peeking through her fingers, a small coy smile spread on her face, "Be gentle."
Noble trotted back to give Willow space to swing, before prancing forward. The explanation seemed to disarm his suspicions, but the whole glade jumped as Eryl shrieked.
"He what," the mage was clutching the tailored finery that gave her trademark, billowy look.
"Ah, baba," warmed the Captain, holding up an assuaging hand, "no worries, Willow seems to have this mysterious benefactor named Percy. She calls him a god, but I imagine he must be some sort of mystery of the land, much like Vengeance."
"Noble," entreated Eryl, wringing her hands, "he raised you, all of you, you built this world with him. He loves you all dearly. He..."
She stopped herself, seeing the centaur shifting uncomfortably. Her puzzled, hurt expression became more gaunt as he tried to find meaning in her eyes.
"Now you're both going on about the strangest things..." Noble shook his head, trying to be light-hearted in the face of Eryl's growing horror and the current situation.
"No," Eryl withdrew, struggling with tears, "no, no, no. Percival, what have you done?"
"Aaaaaah, Smart's little pilots," Noble plucked Curie from the air, trying to pick up the mood again to alleviate the strangeness. With a little twist of his wrist the lattices clicked open and the aperture split like a mechanical egg, "they're very strong in the back line, but fragile and prone to their own machinations. I think some could be convinced to ride out."
Up from the egg in a little chair, emerged a wingless, glowing sprite. Curie's eyes were wide, suddenly exposed as she was, and she traded glances between Willow and Noble.
"Oh. Oh! Unveiled! Revealed! Exposed!" after glancing at Noble again, she covered her eyes with her hands, "I'm so embarassed."
Peeking through her fingers, a small coy smile spread on her face, "Be gentle."