Gillian heading back to Indrasena

[Modrageball]

This quest began on Mar 07, 2017.

She arrives, having her papers ready. She hopefully will make it through easily then she's heading to the docks to see if she cannot find the two elementals.



*Gillian's Papers from the Indrasena Portal (Accessory, Quest Item, Air & Fire, 1,000 Gold) +1 MIN (Bound to Indrasena)



Gillian Yelon wrote:
Gillian 'Razorclaw' Yelon (kitsune106)
Level 19
Humanoid, Darkness
HP: 17,250
MP: 10,750
STR: 280 (10)
AGI: 190 (10)
CON: 285 (15)
MIN: 190 (10)
SPI: 375 (15)


Worshipper Benefits-
Dark Empowerment- Possessor gains +(25 * Possessor Level) Melee Attack, Magical Attack, and Ranged Attack for purposes of Darkness-element actions that incorporate said bonuses, Worshipper Benefit


Shield Of Darkness- If possessor is Level 5 or greater, possessor gains 5% Darkness Resistance, Worshipper Benefit
Requires: Devout Worshipper of Maleficus, Level 5
Cost: Automatically Obtained Upon Meeting Prerequisities


Malefic Summoning- If possessor is Level 10 or greater, possessor's summon caps for Demons, Devils, and Daemons are increased by 1, Worshipper Benefit
Requires: Devout Worshipper of Maleficus, Level 10
Cost: Automatically Obtained Upon Meeting Prerequisities

Deadly Strikes- If possessor is Level 10 or greater, possessor gains +8% Critical, Worshipper Benefit
Requires: Devout Worshipper of Maleficus, Level 10
Cost: Automatically Obtained Upon Meeting Prerequisities


Abilities-
Melee Attack
Magical Attack
Ranged Attack
Elemental Attack
Defend
Counter
Guard Back Rank
Use an Item
Cast a Spell
Switch Rows
Unequip
Re-equip
Trade
Transform
Overdrive

Attack:
Change Stance- (Active Ability, Attack) Possessor changes stances
Craft- (Active Ability, Attack) User uses a secret formula.


Beast Master:
Animal Traits- (Passive Ability, Beastmaster) Possessor gains +1 to all stats so long as possessor is a Animal
Basic Beastmaster Knowledge- (Passive Ability, Beastmaster) Possessor's Animal pets and summons gain +100 HP, +100 MP, +10 to damage dealt, and +10 to all stats



Blight Druid :
Basic Blight Magic Attunement- (Passive Ability, Blight Druid) All Blight Magic spells cast by possessor that possess a Magical Attack bonus gain +10 additional Magical Attack, All Blight Magic spells that possessor casts that drain stat points and drain 10 more points of each such stat
Basic Disease Amplification- (Passive Ability, Blight Druid) All foes take 20 stat damage to all stats whenever they are inflicted with Disease
Bilious Spell- (Active Ability, Blight Druid) This character may use Bilious Spell in conjunction with a Magical Attack, so long as no other technique is used and a Blight Magic spell is being cast. This attack gains +45 Magical Attack and has a 5% chance of inflicting Poison
Locust's Hunger- (Passive Ability, Blight Druid) All Blight Magic spells that drain HP or MP and have a magical attack bonus gain an additional +30 Magical Attack

Diviner:
Basic Detective Skills- (Passive Ability, Diviner) Possessor's MIN is treated as being 140 points higher for stat-scanning purposes, +20 MIN

Dominator:

Basic Whip Training- (Passive Ability, Dominator) Possessor gains +6 Melee Attack when a Whip is equipped.
Whip Wielding I- (Passive Ability, Dominator) +5 to all stats when a Whip is equipped
Whip Wielding II- (Passive Ability, Dominator) +25 to all stats when a Whip is equipped, +50 Melee Attack when a Whip is equipped


Flux Baron:
Basic Flux Baron Knowledge- (Passive Ability, Flux Baron) Possessor's Shapeshifter pets and summons gain +100 HP, +100 MP, +10 to damage dealt, and +10 to all stats
Shapeshifter Traits- (Passive Ability, Flux Baron) Possessor gains +1 to all stats so long as possessor is a Shapeshifter

Enslaver:
Apprentice Soul Training- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) Possessor gains +50 Magical Attack if possessor has a Soul equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats if possessor has a Soul equipped
Basic Soul Training- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) This character gains +6 Magical Attack when a Soul is equipped.
Minor Soul Health-Drain- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) Possessor regenerates 50 HP at the start of each round that possessor has a Soul equipped
Minor Soul Mana-Drain- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) Possessor regenerates 50 MP at the start of each round that possessor has a Soul equipped
Soul Wielding I- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) +5 to all stats when a Soul is equipped
Soul Wielding II- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) +25 to all stats when a Soul is equipped, +50 Magical Attack when a Soul is equipped
Spiritual Mana Leeching- (Passive Ability, Enslaver) You gain an additional 5 XP per (enemy level / 5 rounded up) of each enemy you deal the killing blow to with a Soul.

Monk :
Apprentice Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast, Possessor gains +200 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains 5% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped
Awareness of Energy Chakras- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR, +100 AGI, +100 CON, +100 MIN, and +200 SPI
Basic Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +30 Melee Attack if possessor has no weapon equipped. Possessor gains +30 Defense if possessor has no armor equipped.
Black Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack, +500 STR, +500 AGI, +500 CON, +1% Resilience, +1% To Hit, +1% Critical, and +1% Dodge
Blue Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Brawny- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR and +100 CON
Brown Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Controlled Breathing- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 1% Suffocation Resistance
Crane Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 SPI and +500 Defense.
Defensive Combat Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +20 Defense
Focused Hand- (Technique Ability, Monk) Possessor may use 'Focused Hand' in conjunction with a 'Melee Attack' action, so long as no other technique is used and at least one of possessor's weapon slots is open. Said attack becomes solely Physical element.
Good Balance- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor's row may not be shifted without possessor's permission by sources below Level 4
Green Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 Melee Attack, +50 STR, +50 AGI, and +50 CON
Has Undergone Harsh Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +400 HP
Mantis Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +5% Critical and +500 Melee Attack.
Martial Arts Trainee- (Passive Ability, Monk) +5 STR, AGI, and CON
Melee Dodging- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 20% Dodge against offensive actions that use Strength as their Prime Attribute
Monk- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +1,000 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast per possessor Level, Possessor gains +500 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains (Possessor Level / 2, rounded up)% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped, Possessor gains +10 additional Melee Attack per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, +50 damage to damage-dealing Unarmed Technique spells per possessor Level
Monk's Build- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 CON, +200 AGI, +200 STR, and +2,000 HP
Muscular- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 STR and +50 CON
Orange Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +40 Melee Attack, +40 STR, +40 AGI, and +40 CON
Purple Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Red Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 Melee Attack, +200 STR, +200 AGI, and +200 CON
Toned Body- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 CON, +50 STR, and +300 HP
Yellow Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +20 Melee Attack, +20 STR, +20 AGI, and +20 CON
White Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +10 Melee Attack, +10 STR, +10 AGI, and +10 CON


Priest:
Basic Channeling of Divine Wrath- (Passive Ability, Priest) Divine Magic spells cast by possessor that possess a Magical Attack bonus gain +50 additional Magical Attack
Basic Divine Magic Attunement- (Passive Ability, Priest) All Divine Magic spells gain +10 Magical Attack and cost 10 less MP


Thunder Czar:
Basic Electrical Synchronization- (Passive Ability, Thunder Czar) Possessor gains +25 to all stats if Electrical element


Transmuter :
Automutationist- (Passive Ability, Transmuter) Possessor may claim Automutation Spheres
Basic Mutative Power- (Passive Ability, Transmuter) Possessor gets +25 to all stats, +200 HP, +200 MP, and +20 Defense
Basic Transumutation Attunement- (Passive Ability, Transmuter) All Transmutation spells cast by possessor that increase Damage or Defense do so by an additional 40 more points, and all Transmutation spells cast by possessor cost 10 less MP
Mutative Arms- (Passive Ability, Transmuter) Possessor may begin a thread affected by one of possessor's equipped Transmutation spells that begins with 'Transmute Arms:' that possessor is able to cast on possessor, with all relevant costs of casting said spell paid by possessor at the beginning of the thread before said spell's effects are applied


Veilwalker :

Visualizer of Drifting Principles- (Passive Ability, Veilwalker) Possessor may claim Drifting Principles

Wanderer :
Basic Gate Magic Attunement- (Passive Ability, Wanderer) All Gate Magic spells cost possessor 10 less MP to cast
Intuitive Direction-Sense- (Passive Ability, Wanderer) Possessor may not be prevented from switching rows by sources below Level 20


Warlord :
Beastman- (Passive Ability, Warlord) Possessor, if a Humanoid, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Animal, Possessor, if an Animal, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Humanoid, Possessor if a Humanoid and an Animal, gains +100 STR

Other: Count of Blood
Apprentice Affinity to Healing Via Blood- (Passive Ability, Other: Count of Blood) Whenever possessor obtains Blood element HP Healing or MP Healing, said amount is increased by 1,000 points
Apprentice Blood Synchronization- (Passive Ability, Other: Count of Blood) Possessor gains +50 to all stats for each Blood element item equipped, Possessor's Blood element pets and summons gain +250 to all stats

Other: Temporal Primarch
Apprentice Defenses Against Time- (Passive Ability, Other: Temporal Primarch) Possessor gains +500 Defense against Time


Misc:
Agonizing Blow- (Technique Ability, Warrior) Possessor may use 'Agonizing Blow' in conjunction with a 'Melee Attack' or 'Melee Overdrive' action. Said action gains +50,000 Melee Attack, gains the element Agony, and gains '200% inflicts Pain'
Human Traits- (Passive Ability, General) Possessor gains +1 to all stats so long as possessor is a Human
Basic Assault Matrix Training- (Passive Ability, Matrix Keeper) This character gains +6 Ranged Attack and +6 Magical Attack when an Assault Matrix is equipped.
Basic Hypertech Attunement- (Passive Ability, Scientist) All Hypertech spells gain +10 Magical Attack and cost 10 less MP
Basic Merchant Proficiency- (Passive Ability, Merchant) Character's half-price sales cap increases by 5,000 Gold.
Basic Power Armor Mastery- (Passive Ability, Power Trooper) All Power Armor worn by possessor provide +20 additional Defense
Basic Research Skills- (Passive Ability, Scientist) Possessor counts as 1 Level higher for stat-scanning purposes, to a max of Level 20

Curse:

Utter Callous Disregard for Others- (Passive Ability, Curse) Possessor cannot inflict buffs on other individuals

Weapons-
Totally, Absolutely, Completely Awesome Dead Walrus, Gold Edition!- (Weapon, Other: Chaos Talon, Water, 950,000 Gold) +950 Melee Attack, +950 Ranged Attack, +950 Magical Attack, +950 to all stats
Totally, Absolutely, Completely, Unequivocally Awesome Dead Walrus, Platinum Edition!- (Weapon, Other: Chaos Talon, Water, 2,000,000 Gold) +1,900 Melee Attack, +1,900 Ranged Attack, +1,900 Magical Attack, +1,900 to all stats, 19% Critical, 19% Resilience, 119% To Hit, 19% Dodge

Armor-
Rimedead Lord's Plate- (Armor, Heavy Armor, Darkness & Ice, 60,000,000 Gold) +60,000 Defense, +60,000 Defense against Darkness, +60,000 Defense against Ice, Frozen Immunity against sources below Level 90, 75% Voidstruck Resistance


Accessories-
Holy Festival Scarf- (Accessory, Amulet, Hope & Wonder, 5,000,000 Gold) +500 Defense against Stat Damage, +5,000 to all stats, 30% Moon Resistance
Wings of Lifewater- (Accessory, Bioaugmentation, Water & Air & Life, 60,000,000 Gold) +60,000 SPI, +6,000 to wearer's turn-order-determining stat sum for turn-order-determining purposes, Wearer regenerates 600,000 HP at the start of each round
Portable Soul Collector- (Accessory, Gadget, Darkness, 130,000 Gold) Keep a kill count of things this item’s wearer defeats in non-BA fights attached to this item, has RP uses

Shoes of the Webbed Palace- (Accessory, Shoes, Air & Darkness, 50,000,000 Gold) +30,000 Defense, +50,000 AGI, +40,000 MIN, Paralyzed Immunity, Insects below Level 60 may not perform counters against wearer, Possessor may ignore the effects of effects attached to zones, terrains, or phantom terrains by Insects below Level 60

Consumables-
Lesser Moonstone of Cintho- (Consumable, Enchanted Item, Water, Unlimited Charges, 5,000,000 Gold) Target weapon owned by user or a willing ally becomes solely Water element and gains +5% To Hit (with said To Hit bonus not stacking across weapons), does not stack, lasts 5 rounds
2 Unicorn's Horn- (Consumable, Medicine, Light & Magic, 200 Charges, 8,000,000 Gold) Cures all minor negative status effects from sources below Level 60


Spells-
Gleeful Bloodfrenzy- (Spell, Other: Murder Arts, Physical, 8,000 MP, 8,000,000 Gold) +8,000 Melee Attack, 70% inflicts Wounded: Maimed, Caster is afflicted with Invigorated: Zesty
3
Ki Fireball- (Spell, Unarmed Technique, Magic, 5 MP, 50,000 Gold) +50 Magical Attack, gains +50 Magical Attack, to a max of +7,000 Magical Attack, for each Martial Artist ability or Monk ability possessed for each empty Weapon slot
Open Gate to Nexus: Top Disc- (Spell, Gate Magic, Magic, 5,000 MP, 160,000 Gold) Has RP effects, Permits escape from random quests at the start of the round after it is cast
Totemic Healing- (Spell, Shaman Magic, Light & Magic, 8,000 MP, 1,750,000 Gold) +1,850 Magical Attack, Heals
Consumables-

modded stats wrote:Gillian 'Razorclaw' Yelon (kitsune106)
Level 19
Humanoid, Darkness
HP: 371,250
MP: 47,500
STR: 2800 (10)
AGI: 1900 (10)
CON: 2850 (15)
MIN: 1900 (10)
SPI: 3750 (15)
turn order, 9750

Attack:
+1,900 Melee Attack,
+1,900 Ranged Attack,
+1,900 Magical
19% Critical,
119% To Hit,


Defense:

19% Dodge
19% Resilience,
+11,800 Defense
+500 Defense against Stat Damage
+60,000 Defense against Darkness, +60,000 Defense against Ice,
Frozen Immunity against sources below Level 90,
75% Voidstruck Resistance
30% Moon Resistance
Paralyzed Immunity,
Insects below Level 60 may not perform counters against wearer, Possessor may ignore the effects of effects attached to zones, terrains, or phantom terrains by Insects below Level 60
Wearer regenerates 600,000 HP at the start of each round






taking along:
Kagara Suzu of Unearthly Calm- (Weapon, Instrument, Air & Light, 15,000,000 Gold) +15,000 Magical Attack, +15,000 SPI, +15,000 MIN, +9,000 AGI, Wielder's 'Magical Attack' and 'Cast a Spell' actions may, to a maximum of twice a round, remove an effect attached to a Zone by a source below Level 60
4 Unicorn's Horn- (Consumable, Medicine, Light & Magic, 200 Charges, 8,000,000 Gold) Cures all minor negative status effects from sources below Level 60

Unicorn Spear- (Weapon, Spear, Light, 2,100,000 Gold) +4,000 Melee Attack, +1,200 STR, +1,100 AGI, +2,400 SPI, Wielder's Melee Attack actions cure all Minor Negative Status Effects from sources below Level 40

*Gillian's Papers from the Indrasena Portal (Accessory, Quest Item, Air & Fire, 1,000 Gold) +1 MIN (Bound to Indrasena)

[Modrageball]

The portal opens into a high-ceilinged hall of pale yellow stone, rows of golden statues draped with red sashes are posed welcomingly, guiding the visitor through a broad vaulted hall toward a massive set of stone doors. The floor is a checkerboard of the same dusty stone as the walls and a darker stone, while the high ceiling above sparkles with patterns of inlaid gold.

A pair of tall, well built deva flank the door, dressed in multicolored sashes and turbans. Naked scimitars hang conspicuously at their belts, and the astute observer can see the very edges of a series of extensive tattoos on the devas’ necks, extending out of sight beneath their robes.

A smaller deva, dressed in fine robes of many colors and fabrics, scurries into view from a smaller door beside the portal. He stops in front of the portal, clears his throat three times, each time sounding like a coal popping in a fireplace, and bows deeply, the top of his pointed turban touching the ground.

"Welcome, esteemed visitor, to Indrasena. I am Janma, The Greeter, The Welcomer of Guests, The Most Esteemed Officer of Immigration, and Master of the Portal,"

He straightens up, smiling unctuously at Gillian.

"Miss Razorclaw~! How excellent to see you again. I confess, I was worried when you didn't come back last time. How was your trip to Far Atishayokti?"

Gillian nods at this, letting him finish before she speaks.
"IT was fun, although I ran into an old mistake of mine. Quite shocking to be honest. I died, but that's part of the BA." her rigth hand clenches, the claws digging into her palm and drawing some blood, the wounds healing after the claws leave, due to the wings.
"anyway, for BA members, we come back. A perk of the job. Oh, some pirates were dealt with. I am looking to find Peruro and Pruna, two elementals that run a steamship. I don't suppose they are currently docked?"

Janma shrugs apologetically. "I couldn't say. Sphurana is a large city, Miss Razorclaw, and while formidable I may be, I am not so powerful as that. I would recommend you check the Docks. If they took you to the Spicemonger's Pits previously, they'd most likely be past The Strength, at one of the wharves on the Upper Aavali."

He strokes his small pointy beard. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Miss Razorclaw?"

She shakes her head.
"you already have. THank you."

that done, she'll head for the Wharves the Deva suggested.

Jamna gives her a last, almost mocking bow as she leaves the Portal Building and enters into the brightly scented mess of a city that is Aham-Sphurana.

She passes through the small courtyard in front of the building, and follows the scent of water as she joins the currents of traffic that fill the city during the day.

Her nose does not lead her astray, as she pushes through the Temple District, with it's brass-domed churches and shrines, and through a few of the merchant squares, ignoring the criers shouting out sales for spices! linens! talismans! and any number of other goods and wares.

Soon, she's near the waterfront, with it's mess of warehouses, drinkeries, drydocks, and brand-new gaslights, turned off now, but still drawing the wary attention of sailors and drunks.

Gillian soon spots what Janma called "The Strength", a stone fortress squatting over all three of the rivers as they meet, running into the Great Aavali. Flags flutter in the wind above it, emblazoned with arms, hands, and boats.

There's a crash behind her, and a crowd of dingy sailors roll out from a nearby pub, singing at the top of their lungs and sloshing mugs of cloudy beer.

"Oh, to be on the Greaaaaaat Aavali~~!~~!~~! To feel the wiiiiiiiiiiind in my haaaair~!" They bellow. Dirty looking children gallop around the drunks, singing along and laughing uproariously.

One of them points a mug at Gillian, sluicing beer onto the dusty street and smiling widely. "C'cmon then! You look like a likely one! Join us? For a drink anna song?"

Gillian grins. "Sure! I'm looking for Peruro and Pruna. But some Carousing sounds fun too!"

She gets a Unicorn's Horn- (Consumable, Medicine, Light & Magic, 200 Charges, 8,000,000 Gold) Cures all minor negative status effects from sources below Level 60
ready for later to cure any drunkeness. But for now, some drunkeness and carousing beckon! She's here for some relaxation and to enjoy the city.
(she is not immune to drunk)

Gillian grins, makes sure her Unicorn Horn is handy, and joins the crew of drinkers!

They part to make room for her in their mob of carousers. Someone hands her a large mug of cloudy beer, which she begins drinking from with gusto. The crew work to teach her the songs they've been singing, mostly Sphurana classics like "Great Aavali", "My Girl's Left Me For a Man In The League", "Don't Tell The Church, No No No No," "Barge Pirates Aren't Friends", and "We've got those No-Vrishni Blues".

Whenever her mug is empty, a new one is pushed into her hands by a face from the crowd. She knows they told her their names. Names like "Ol' Manshu", "River Iggy", and the like. They stride through the Dockside District, through alleys, around warehouses, past the new textile mills. The world begins to spin as Gillian downs mug after mug. The kids, too. They aren't drinking, are they?? But they're dancing around, in and out and between everyone, laughing and singing and spinning between everyone. Wait are they spinning??? Someone hands Gillian another drink. No, no, the street is spinning. Wow. Woooooo. The spinning gets worse, and then she's hit the ground and everything seems very far away.

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When Gillian comes to, she's laying in a bale of hay in an alley between one of the warehouses and an abandoned building. Her carousing crew is gone, and she's left with not much more than her Unicorn Horn and a splitting headache.

She's missing:

-Totally, Absolutely, Completely Awesome Dead Walrus, Gold Edition!- (Weapon, Other: Chaos Talon, Water, 950,000 Gold) +950 Melee Attack, +950 Ranged Attack, +950 Magical Attack, +950 to all stats
-Totally, Absolutely, Completely, Unequivocally Awesome Dead Walrus, Platinum Edition!- (Weapon, Other: Chaos Talon, Water, 2,000,000 Gold) +1,900 Melee Attack, +1,900 Ranged Attack, +1,900 Magical Attack, +1,900 to all stats, 19% Critical, 19% Resilience, 119% To Hit, 19% Dodge
-Holy Festival Scarf- (Accessory, Amulet, Hope & Wonder, 5,000,000 Gold) +500 Defense against Stat Damage, +5,000 to all stats, 30% Moon Resistance
-Shoes of the Webbed Palace- (Accessory, Shoes, Air & Darkness, 50,000,000 Gold) +30,000 Defense, +50,000 AGI, +40,000 MIN, Paralyzed Immunity, Insects below Level 60 may not perform counters against wearer, Possessor may ignore the effects of effects attached to zones, terrains, or phantom terrains by Insects below Level 60
-Portable Soul Collector- (Accessory, Gadget, Darkness, 130,000 Gold) Keep a kill count of things this item’s wearer defeats in non-BA fights attached to this item, has RP uses

It looks like they decided that the Rimedead Armor was too heavy to steal, and you can't steal Life-Water Wings out of people. So she has those.

Gillian wakes with a headache and anger. She uses the unicorn's horn on herself. IS there anyway she can track down them using scent and talking to people. If not, she will be heading back to the arena, wiser and missng gear!

Gillian lumbers to her feet, cures her persistent hangover, and considers her options.

She's pretty certain that she can find her bearings again and find the bar that the ruffians came from.

She also knows the names of at least two of the "sailors". River Iggy and Old Manshu. She can try asking around for them.

If she got her hands on something that belonged to any of them, she's pretty sure she could use it to track their scent.

What's the plan, Gillian?

She is going to check her claws for blood and smells. She will then head to the bar to see if any coin , gold or mugs were left. She is planning to ask around , and find items she can smell yrack from.

She checks her claws, but any useful scents there have been drowned in cheap low-quality beer and alley grime.

Already plotting revenge, she makes her way out of the alley, walking a few blocks to regain her bearings before heading back to the bar. It's a dingy hole-in-the-wall kind of place called "Riverman's Regret". It's interior is crowded with small round tables, all in need of a healthy scrubbing. There aren't a lot of people around, mostly sailors and fishermen trying to catch a few drinks before working through the afternoon.

The bar is run by a portly human with very little hair on his head and a greasy expression on his face. One of the patrons at the bar ducks his head away hurriedly when he notices Gillian's entrance. The barman smiles nervously. "Howdy howdy howdy! What brings you here today? I'm afraid we uh, don't serve no Pashubi drinks here. Can't get the ingredients, y'see."

She shakes her head. "Not here for drinks. You happen to know where I could find River Iggy and Old Manshu?"

She rumbles out. She will also be taking stock and smelling if she was here! She can feel the need fo vengence rising even as she still contains it.

The barman glances nervously at the figure at the bar, still trying his best to hide his face from Gillian.

"N-nope! 'fraid I haven't seen them in a little while, missy. O-on my honor."

She takes stock of the smells of the place: sweat, cheap beer, bad food, and...fear? Yes, definitely the pungent tang of nervous fear, coming from the bar.

She smiles.
"then if noone is here, you won't mind me talking to him?"
She moves towards teh figure at teh bar, ready to explode into violence and pin him down if they try to flee. The lady is pissed and while murder is normally plan A, this time plan Beat up is a go.

As she approaches the bar, the figure pushes away and jumps to his feet. Gillian is ready for this though, and leaps, pinning the man back against the bar easily.

Gillian recognizes him as "River Iggy", one of her "drinking buddies".

"H-hey! I don't want no violence here!" The barkeeper stammers in protest.

Gillian smiles, showing off her sharp teeth. "Oh, my friend and I have some business to attend. Mainly some items he borrowed without permission. "


She puts a powerful arm over Iggy' s shoulder. "How about we go pick up those things now, friend"?

Iggy swallows heavily.

"Y-yeah, sure! O-of course! Mharti, could you uh, help me out with that?"

The barkeeper reaches below the bar.

Gillain moves quickly, twisting iggy around, using him as a shield as she smiles to teh bartender.
"DRop it. Last warning. I'd prefer not to have violence."

If the bartender produces a weapon, well, she's going to move quickly, moving to attempt to disarm the bartender, literally disarm him.

Gillian wrenches River Iggy in front of her, smiling deviously at the barkeeper.

The barkeeper lets out a yelp, slaps the Portable Soul Collector on the bar, and dives out of sight.

"I swears!" Iggy stammers, "This was all I took!"

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She smells him to make sure he's telling the truth
She takes the collector. "I believe you. How about to stay here and drink while I go find the others."


She makes sure to take a good scent of Iggy.

Gillian snuffles up and down the terrified and confused Iggy. She doesn't have the ability to determine truth from lies by scent alone, especially in someone already suffused with fear-sweat.

He seems more than happy to do anything that gets him away from the freakishly strong hyena-woman.

She has his scent! Enough that she feels like she could track him using it, anyways.

She grins. "Anyway, Iggy, stay ou tof trouble" She grins, gets the soul thing and nods to the bartender.
she heads out to try to track down the other. She turns at the door.
"Hey, bartender, for Iggy's own good, I suggest he stay here, for the next, say, 6 hours."

The bartender flashes her an "O.K." sign.

Gillian leaves the bar! It's starting to get dark, and the sun descending and casting reddish glory over the city. She wonders how long was she unconscious?

What's the plan here? Track Iggy's scent? What are you looking for?

For the rest of her stuff, and maybe murder. After all, she got the main thing back, the soul collector, which is equipped. She will attempt to backtrack his scent.

Gillian centers herself, closes her eyes, and isolates Iggy's scent. Confident in her tracking prowess, she sets off across the Docks District, pausing every few steps to ensure that she's on the trail. She follows the scent through several alleys, pushing past piles of garbage and climbing over some wooden fences, down streets and up streets, until his scent becomes muddied, tangled up with a whole other mess of concentrated smells, all of which break off in different directions. Gillian refocuses and takes stock of her surroundings. She's on a streetcorner, squat tenement housing rising above her on all sides. It looks very familiar! It's pretty close to the alley she woke up in.

One group of scents, all sticky sweat and excitement, meanders down the street toward the warehouses that line the riverbank here.

Another group of scents, sour with the the smell of slopped beer, disappears down an alley across the street.

Another, (mostly bad breath and fish smell), loops around, back the way she came.

Still more scents, all of them variations on sweat and dust, braid up the street to her left, back toward the crush of the merchant's districts.

Gillian has options. Given these smells proximity to Iggy's stench, it's likely they're mixed up in this, but she has no way of telling who (if anyone) has what. What's she gonna do?

Gillian th inks. Nothing with her scent? If not, then


One group of scents, all sticky sweat and excitement, meanders down the street toward the warehouses that line the riverbank here.


is followed, since most likely due to teh haul they had.

Gillian lopes down the streets, following the sweat-smell.

She ends up in front of a warehouse on the riverbank. The smell of fish, wet cloth, and mild decay predominate. The warehouse is large and faded yellow, with a pair of double-doors about three times as large as Gillian on one side, small, high, windows along the whole building, and a series of smaller doors along the other sides. She hears the water lapping against the brick canal-bank, and quieter, the sounds of laughter from inside the warehouse. Laughter, punctuated by loud SMASHES.

She'll fly up to one fo teh high small windows to look in. After all, information first, then fight time

Gillian rises to a window on wings of lifewater, ascending in a gentle cascade of mist.

The inside of the warehouse is filled with bundles of boxes on an variety of wooden platforms, with the whole thing lit by a series of hanging lanterns that spread pools of light across the warehouse's floor.

The laughter is coming from a group of grubby-looking children who seem to be having a GRAND time. The splintered remains of smashed boxes line the floor. Two of the children are taking turns pushing boxes off the wooden platforms and SMASHING them with the larger-than-them metal Walruses they're holding. Further back, almost entirely in shadow, a pair of adults lean against the warehouse wall, conversing and occasionally smacking any of the kids who stray too close.

Gillians' stomach rumbles, remidnign her its food time. She backs up to get a flying start to dash througth teh window and move to flying pounce claw the adults, going for a quick kill on them, the soul colelctor active.

Gillian backs up, builds up steam, and dives through the window, taking minor damage as she smashes through the glass.

The laughing stops, and the men leaning against the wall barely have time to look up before Gillian is on them.

Unfortunately, the glass somewhat mucked her trajectory, so rather than landing in a fury of claws and teeth, she slams into the adult on the left head-first, knocking the wind out of him and slamming him against the wall. The other adult swears and leaps away, landing along the wall horizontally. Gillian notices her Shoes of the Webbed Palace on his feet. The now-horizontally suspended man fumbles and pulls out a long knife from his belt.

"Hey!" A high-pitched voice squeaks from behind Gillian. "Take THIS!"

Gillian is smashed against the floor by a familiar metallic Walrus-Weight, taking light damage. Laughter spread among the kids again now, louder this time.

"Hit it again!"

"Yeah! Smash it!"

She growls and moves quickly, ytrying to to lash out at the lady's throat first, trying to well, rip it out as well as taking ot the air to get out of range. The wings should be able to take care of the damage.

Gillian growls as she picks herself up and throws herself at her new assailant, aiming for a ripping, throat-tearing strike.

The child who hit her with the walrus barely has time to cry out before Gillian's blow takes her head off at the throat, spraying the Hyena in a fountain of red.

The rest of the children scream in terror and bolt in every direction, scrambling out over boxes, through windows, anyway that the can get away from the monster that just killed their friend. They drop the other Walrus in their panic.

Behind Gillian, the adult she headbutted chokes back a gasp and tackles her from behind, sending the two of them crashing into the still-teetering body of the girl. The three of them go down in a heap of living and dead flesh.

The Webbed-Shoe wearing goon, still standing on the wall, vomits and holds his knife up, shaking in fear.

Gillian smiles as she's tackled. Ahhh, the meal came to HER!

Seh starts to rip adn tear, going for the throat with her teeth as the wings curl around to keep her meal in. She'll let hte ids go. She's learned they are a little too sweet and fattening to eat more then 2 at a time.

She is using:

Utter Callous Disregard for Others- (Passive Ability, Curse) Possessor cannot inflict buffs on other individuals
al;ong with:
Beastman- (Passive Ability, Warlord) Possessor, if a Humanoid, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Animal, Possessor, if an Animal, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Humanoid, Possessor if a Humanoid and an Animal, gains +100 STR

and
Mantis Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +5% Critical and +500 Melee Attack.


to go to town on the tackleer

Gillian twists around to meet her tackler, only to meet a meaty fist in the jaw as he pummels her for light damage. The Lifewater wings close around them, shadowing their macabre bubble into blue-tinted gorehouse, and she tears into him with all 5 of her pointy ends, savaging the man for serious damage, and sending ribbons of blood into the water-wing walls around them.

Outside, the knife-dude shouts, and Gillian sees the tip of the knife scythe through the Lifewater wings, which does approximately absolutely nothing to them!

A foot attempts to lash out, clawed foot trying to trip into knife guys belly as she continues tearing into her meal, making sure the meal that came to her cannot flee.

Gillian attempts to lash out at the knife-man, but the struggles of the man bleeding below her cause her to flail off-balance, batting at the knife ineffectually and allowing her victim enough space to land a solid *smack* across her jaw with a meaty fist, sending stars dancing across her vision, dealing light-to-medium damage. The life-watery barrier falters, splashing across the floor of the warehouse in a reddish tide.

Gillian growls, lashing otu with a meaty paw at the knife wielder, (melee attack), trying to close with him to reneder the knife ineffective.

Gillian turns her attention from the bleeding adult below her to the knife-wielder, turning and attempting to close the distance and render his knife ineffective.

Unfortunately, she slips on the blood and the water covering the floor and falls into him, and, perhaps more compellingly, his knife. She takes medium damage as he stabs at her.

The man on the ground isn't doing so great, struggling vainly to stand, blood dripping from the multitude of gashes and cuts across his body.

The Lifewater wings reform, and begin to soothe Gillian's wounds, providing light healing as they spring into action.

[Modrageball]

She starts to bit and tear at him, now that she's in close quarters, well, trying ot tear him apart

Gillian savages the man, gouging at his neck, shoulders and chest, leaving him a mess of fleshy ribbons. He dies.

Behind her, she hears the death-rattle of the man she leapt on earlier.

She recieves:

XP for 2 level 10 enemies.

XP for 1 level 2 enemy.

And manages to retrieve all of her stolen gear.

Zhe is collecting the souls in the soul collector as a note

Souls collected! Gillian is left in a warehouse, covered in water and blood, surrounded by three corpses.

She attempts to clean herself up before heading to thendocks

She uses the Life-water wings and her er, canine proclivities to clean herself the best she can, resulting in a hyena woman who reeks of wet dog with a (hint) of gore/grossness underneath. She got the worst of the blood taken care of though.

From the warehouse, it's a short walk to the riverside. People are giving the sopping wet hyena-woman in outlandish armor carrying two metal walruses a wide berth.

There are a number of wharves/docks along this stretch of the river. She's seen signs and heard chatter for Hierophant's Wharf, Mendicant's Wharf, and Everyman's Wharf.

What is she looking for? This will help her decide which of these seems like the best choice to seek out.

She's going to see if she's cannot find her two elemental friends, well, 3 now. So, steamship docks it is!

Gillian walks the riverside, keeping an eye out for any wispy pillars of smoke. She passes Hierophant's Wharf, designated by an ornately decorated metal arch. The sailors here are marginally cleaner, and Gillian sees a lot of men and women sporting bright yellow sashes, walking around with clipboards and ledgers, looking generally officious and vaguely bored. None of the steamships match her memory of Unda's 'fine vessel', so she continues onward.

As she passes the Everyman's Wharf, she recognizes a fluid figure, dressed in a pastel blue tunic and sporting a pair of pince-nez glasses atop an aqueous nose. It is, beyond a reasonable doubt, Unda, the water elemental she met during her previous adventure.

And he seems to be doing what he does best. Which is yelling at a mismatched pair of figures on the deck of his vessel, each wheeling a stack of crates around, zigging and zagging as Unda yells increasingly confused directions at them.

"No, Adducta, you take those down below! Vivi! Those are fragile~! Please! Slow down! Why are YOU going below? Those go in my cabin! NO, Adducta, you had it right before, don't stop there!...."

This continues on, unabated.

Gillian has to chuckle. She gets closer, then calls out.
"Hey Unda, Need Help loading? My rates are reasonable!" she calls out, using her lung capacity to make herself heard."

Unda stiffens and slowly turns around.

"Oh. Ah, Miss Gillian, was it?" He smiles cautiously. "..How wonderful to see you again! To ah, what do I owe the pleasure?"

Gillian smiles.
"Oh, I"m good. Some people treated me to brunch. It was yummy." She grins adn burps. "Anyway, I wanted to see how you were. Hand over an item to help you out. Sadly, I forgot much cash. I also wanted to see if you needed help again. AFter all, I did promise to come back"

Unda looks uncomfortable.

"You did, after a fashion. Although when we heard you had died in the Spice Pits, I'll admit I wasn't so sure we'd be hearing from you again. Its looks like there is truth to the rumors about the abounding ah, vitality of certain Outlanders, though."

He scowls at his companions, who have put down their boxes and are staring at Gillian. Now that she's closer, she can get a better look at them.

They're both elementals, like Unda-- One tall, bristling with muscle, beetle-black eyes staring out of a bland fleshy face, the other a bundle of vibrating orange energy seemingly barely contained in a humanoid shape. Both are wearing long, loose togas.

"If you're really here to offer your ah, services again, I *could* use some help in getting my ship loaded. These two are proving to be of, shall we say, dubious worth."

Gillian nods. " I can do that. What happened with the other 2?"

She hands him a spare unicorn horn consumable and goes to help load.

Unda catches the unicorn horn and gives it a quizzical look.

"I remember you selling this to that camel-merchant. What, if I may ask, does it actually do?"

Ah, yes. *Those* two. Ungrateful ingrates that they are, they took umbrage with my ah, managerial style, let's say. They help me out in a rather different capacity these days, serving as my on-site liaisons in Profluo."

He directs Gillian to help with the loading.

It takes some wrangling to get Adducta and Vivi back on task (Neither of them seem like the sharpest spoons in the drawer), but Gillian, with her BA-member strength, manages to do the hyena's-share of the lifting, getting the crates and boxes squared away in the hold. Gillian notices that the furnace that the fire elementals used to stoke has been replaced with what appears to be a large hamster-wheel hooked up a bellows-and-boiler contraption by a series of wires and clamps.

"We're headed back to Profluo as soon as the Trade and Commerce Officers check our manifest." Adducta says, pronouncing each word slowly and carefully.

Unda nods to Gillian. "What's brought you back to fair Indrasena, Miss Yevon?"

Gillian smiles. "Itnhas multiple charges. But itncsn remove minor ailments, like poison, or being drunk. I came to help and the other 2 out. Figure out what you . So can help fund you."

Unda blinks and adjusts his pince-nez, examining the Unicorn Horn.

"Ah, I...see. And you came to help...how? The other two out? Figure out what I...what?"

He tilts his head quizzically. "And you're here to help fund us despite having forgotten most of your cash?"

She nods.
"Yeah. I figured would see what you needed or wanted ans go get the stuff from Nexus. And help out as muscle. I had to deal with some thieves already..." she burps. "Sorry, anyway, what DO you NEED?"

Unda blinks again.

"...Well, it sounds like you've certainly had an interesting day already. If you're truly offering to fund us, I'm not too proud to take your money. But I ah, do rather prefer money."

He ponders for a long moment.

"And if you're amenable, there's space on board for you if you wish to come with us to Profluo. Call it a consideration for our past dealings."

"Sure.... Let me know how much you'd need. I'd need a few days to get the cash from teh arena, but otherwise, should be able to get things moving soon."

"At your leisure, of course, of course." Unda says.

"Do you wish to travel with us to Profluo?"

[Modrageball]

(Wpuld Gillian be able to make a quick run back to nexus to grab 300k gold without losing thread?)

She will be able to do so, but Unda and his ship may have to sail in the meantime. You'd have to catch up with them another time, or find them in Profluo yourself.

She has open gate nexus. Does that change it?

If so, she goes to get 360,000 gold.

If not, she will join the ship as muscle.

The Portal cuts enough time off the trip that Unda's willing to wait.

Gillian opens a slice of space, revealing a considerably subdued Nexus (due to SHENANIGANS happening as part of Another Affair.)

She's able to hop to her room, grab her cash, and sboop back.

Unda is very pleased. "You really are too kind, Gillian. *Too* kind."

Vivi and Adducta and look hopefully at the stash of cash. Unda snorts. "Don't fill your heads with such ideas. This is going toward improving our operation. Your contracts clearly delineate your portions of fiduciary entitlement, which you'll receive at the end of the trip. If you're EXCELLENT, you will receive a...bonus."

Gillian snorts at this and smiles a bit. "Well, lets be honest, that was easy for me... Mind, the kidn fo job I have is.. uniquely entintled. Why, I could tell tales that would curl your water. Anyway, while we're underway, tell me about your business plans?"

Unda tuts. "Mm. Nothing more exciting than a bit of shipping at the moment. There are some powerfully talented weavers in Profluo. I bring their cloth here to the textile mills and sell it for a neat profit. Then I load up on farm-goods from Sphurana and bring them back to Profluo for a...less neat profit, shall we say."

They set off! Below decks, Adducta steps onto the hamster-wheel and begins plodding along, slowly at first, building speed until she's got the wheel going at a steady-to-fast jog.

Unda has to stop a few times to show his ship's manifest to officers of the Trade and Commerce Commission, who turn out to be the yellow-sashed individuals she saw earlier. Unda seems nervous each time, and has Adducta and Vivi stay conspicuously belowdecks.

But, whatever is bothering the elemental seems to be nothing of consequence, as they're ushered out of the city and onto the river!

They sail under Adducta's steam for a few hours, Unda chatting with Gillian about her life beyond the Portal.

They pass the patchwork farms and estates that surround Aham-Sphurana's walls. The country becomes rougher, with the stream of foot-traffic along the riverside road dwindling as they chug further and further away from the city.

"Profluo is on the coast to the Northwest. Lovely town, you'll be just agog for it. Or well, you might be. It's one of the few places on Indrasena that we Elementals can really call our own. Houses one of the Monads, you see."

Gillian blinks. "Moands? I think you need to fill me in on Indrasena life and politics."

The cruise continues.

"Ah, my apologies." Unda says. "The Monads are locations of deep spiritual and essential importance to the Elementals of Indrasena. Hm, this may take a bit more explaining."

Unda holds up two fingers. "There are really two kinds of Elementals. Those who are born, and those who spring, fully formed, from the area surrounding a Monad. As you can imagine, we're a *bit* protective of them. Profluo has one of the largest and oldest, and we treat it as our ah, unofficial capital, you could say. Of course we're still part of the Church's jurisdiction, you understand."

From somewhere far behind them on the river comes an ear-splitting whistle, followed by a booming voice.

"CUT YOUR ENGINE AND HALT. I REPEAT, CUT YOUR ENGINE AND HALT IMMEDIATELY."

From around a bend in the river comes a boat at least half as big again as Unda's, painted in tones of bright yellow, shining like a waterborne sun.

Unda breaks into a sudden sweat, droplets falling and being reabsorbed by his aqueous body. "Well that comes a bit sooner than I ah, e-expected." He turns to Gillian. "So, ah, Miss Yevon, if you would do me the kindness of helping to tie everything down. We may need to pick up a bit of speed here."

She nods and goes to help, moving quickly.
"Need me to assist in helping the engine?"

Unda tosses Gillian some rope, and between the two of them they manage to tie everything on board down with reasonable grace.

Unda sticks his head belowdecks. "Vivi, you're up!" he yells.

"Gillian, please make sure she doesn't get distracted."

Gillian gets ready to play meatshield

To clarify, what is Gillian doing? Preparing to keep anyone from getting below decks? Going below decks herself?

She is going to lob Ki fireballs to keep people away from ship. Going for suppression fire.

Unda sprints to the wheel . Gillian calls forth her Ki energy into an array of fiery missiles.

She steps into her throw as the deck beneath her shudders and lurches as Unda's boat accelerates rapidly, tossing her off balance and sending her Ki Fireballs arcing uselessly into the air, away from both ships.

Unda grips the steering with both hands, steering wildly as the steamboat skips across the water at breakneck speed. Maniacal laughter echoes from below decks. Gillian slides across the deck, slamming her head against the railing and managing to catch her grip there.

The yellow ship dwindles away into the distance behind them, still shouting for them to stop.

Unda chortles, jerking the wheel to avoid smashing the boat into an embankment. "Gillian! Please go tell Vivi that that's quite enough!"

Gillian nods. "I will. ... err.. sure they can't follow?" she hurries to go do so, curious what Unda is up to.

Unda tries to answer, but his response is lost in the wind whipping past them.

Gillian is made of sterner stuff, however, and manages to make it below-decks without further incident.

She sees Adducta plastered against the far wall of the hold, giggling to herself. Vivi is hugging the engine, the points of contact between her violently orange skin-stuff and the metal vibrating and glowing with heat and Energy.

Gillian pads over. "Thats enough for nowm man. Good uob there."

Vivi, vibrating along with the engine, looks up at Gillian,

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-ure?" she bubbles.

She shifts, but stays firmly planted against the engine.

"U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h. I t-t-t-t-t-think I'm s-s-s-ss-s-stu-u-u-u-ck."

She doesn't seem very concerned.

Gillian sighs. She grits her teeth and goes to try to pry her off, sure this will hurt.

"Whelp, here goes nothing, Gillian states."

[Modrageball]

Gillian grits her teeth and begins prying Vivi away from the engine, thrilling as energy begins coursing up her arms, setting her vibrating along with Vivi and the engine.

With her armor and general strength, however, she manages to pry the elemental away, and even avoids losing her balance as the boat decelerates immediately, lurching dangerously.

"Who-hoah! Thanks furlady!" Vivi says.

Gillian nods and goes to examine the engine. "Not a problem. That was awesome." she can feel her fur all on end from teh energy coursing through her.

The engine is rapidly cooling from cherry-red to a more muted metal tone.

Vivi's energy fades from Gillian's body quickly, radiating from her in waves of heat.

Viv smiles and picks herself up. "I-I-I-Isn't it? I l-l-l-l-love do-do-do-doing that!"

Adducta, still giggling, plods over. Unda pokes his head belowdecks.

"Vivi! Excellent work. I'm doubling your bonus." he says, flush with excitement. "And thank you for your help, Gillian. We just avoided a rather sticky situation that I'm *sure* I'll be paying for later."

Gillian nods.
"I think you and I should talk. I get the feeling some things are below board, and I'd like to see what I can do to help. I feel I don't know enough to assist. I mean, give me enough time adn I can probably get you ships that can travel over the sands instead of water, but I need to know info first." she gives a toothy smile.

Unda nods carefully.

"We're, ah, running rather illegal cargo. My associates and I have connections in Spurhana. Connections enough to land me with a hold full of Ardurian Fruit. It's an exotic fruit that some people find rather.....irresistible, to say the least. In the right market it's ah, worth it's weight in gold, however. Profluo is, shall we say, home to the right market. "

Gillian chuckles. "As I thought. Hmmmmm, well, are you sure wisest idea? I mean, what will you do now?" she asks. " I was thinking of trying to drop off a few.. items from the Arena here for you to sell. It would depend on what the markets can absorb. And I will be the first to admit, I'm not a good merchant."

Unda purses his lips. "It surely is not the wisest idea, but I've found that following the wise course rarely makes any money. Yes, you've mentioned your desire to bring things for selling. Profluo would be a fine place for that. Strong interest in offworld goods, and all that. It's where our old friend, that self-proclaimed Shah of Silversand got most of his goodies."

She laughs.
"That is true. What do elemntals want? I could get a few things. We have mana oils, oils that contain an elemental power. Weapons, armor, items."

Unda waves a hand airily.

"I'm confident that whatever you bring I can find a market for. Any of those that you've mentioned all sound like things that will drum up a healthy profit. We're nearly to Profluo. The remainder of the trip should be, ah, smooth sailing." the elemental says.

There's a loud *crunch* as a section of the hull buckles inward and water begins pouring into the hold, sending up hissing tendrils of steam as the droplets spray against the engine.

Unda's eye twitches. "But why in the world would anything ever be easy for me?"

The water pouring into the hold shudders and reforms into a pair of water elementals streaked through with flecks of ice.

"Search it. Grab the stuff, and let's get out of here." The left elemental says, hands congealing slowly into a mass of spiked ice.

"An' if they get in our way?" the second elemental says, fingers freezing into sharp-looking icicles.

"Put 'em down. Noone will miss 'em." Spikes growls.

Gillian decides to say hello!

by sending in a KI fireball to their faces!


Ki Fireball- (Spell, Unarmed Technique, Magic, 5 MP, 50,000 Gold) +50 Magical Attack, gains +50 Magical Attack, to a max of +7,000 Magical Attack, for each Martial Artist ability or Monk ability possessed for each empty Weapon slot

Gillian seizes the initiative, firing a Ki fireball across the hold! Iciclehands morphs nimbly around the blast and rushes Gillian, stabbing at her (and encountering nothing but air as the hyena-woman performs her own nimble dodges).

Spikemaul snorts derisively and stalks toward Unda, who whistles and motions toward the interloper. Adducta linebacker-tackles Spikemaul, sending the two of them sprawling against the floor of the hold in tangle of muscle and spray.

Water continues to flow into the hold. Vivi is wide-eyed with fear.

Gillian has on the rime dead plate. She moves to engage her opponent trying to avoid grappling and trying to stay mobile snd fluid, trying to wear them down.

*melee attacks*

Gillian engages with Icicles, dodging a pair of vicious stabs and connecting with her Walrusy Weapon, sending the elemental splattering backward against the wall of the hold, where he remains, stunned.

Spikemaul clubs Adducta across the brow, sending her reeling backward, moaning and clutching her head.

Unda rushes to the boxes, using his elemental abilities to keep the water from ruining his ah, cargo.

Vivi trembles, eyes darting back and forth.

Gillian , about ot head over to finish off icicles, sees Addcuta be hurt and she roas out, "vi, subdue mine."
She then launches herself at Spikemaul, trying to get his attention as she leaps into the air , using hte lifewater wings to propel her downwards at him in a flying kick.

*melee attack*

Vivi shrieks and hurls herself toward Icicles. Sound and light explode from the two of them on contact, and a shockwave bowl Unda, Adducta, and Spikemaul over. Gillian weathers the wave of Energy gamely, watching the water/elemental essence that used to be Icicles boil and burst like an overfilled balloon, splattering Vivi and the surrounding area with a layer of frost. Vivi collapses.

Gillian leaps across the hold, skimming across the low ceiling with waves of lifewater, the shocked Spikemaul proving an easy target for her descending kick. Which lands, sending ripples through the marauder, who takes heavy damage from the unexpected attack.

With a grunt, he twists his torso, the chips of ice in his form coalescing into an icy hand gripping Gillian's ankle and sending her flopping onto the ground, taking light
damage.

Unda and Adducta remain too stunned by proceedings to act. The water rises.

Gillian continue to assault Sikemaul, ripping and tearing into him to dispatch him, getting ready with her soul collector to catch souls.

Gillian breaks free of Spike's icy grasp, savaging him in a whirlwind of claws, teeth, and Walrus. Shreds of Elemental essence and ribbons of frost spray across the floor of the hold as she reduces him to a corpse. She feels like she's getting a knack for this. She gains:

Elemental-Slaying Stance- (Stance Ability, Slayer) Possessor gains +200 Melee Attack, +200 Magical Attack, +200 Ranged Attack, and +5% Critical against Elementals.


The Soul-Collector yoinks their "souls", gaining the souls of two (very unlucky) level 18 Elementals

[The rolls for this fight were comically one sided. Especially for Vivi, who shows a surprising knack for murder.]

Unda rushes to the breach in the hull and begins slowly pushing the water back out of the boat. "Adducta, get up and lift those crates! You'd better hope for your own sake that none of our cargo has been ruined!"

Gillian finds a necklace stuck between her teeth. Spikemaul must have been wearing it. It's a small golden chain, with a ovoid pendant attached. The pendant is emblazoned with a set of geometric linked squares.

Gillian pockets the pendant for now and goes to check if Vivi is okay.


She hits Vivi with
Totemic Healing- (Spell, Shaman Magic, Light & Magic, 8,000 MP, 1,750,000 Gold) +1,850
To heal them up.

Vivi is burbling quietly facedown in the receding water. Gillian's shamanic healing perks her up a little bit, but all she can manage for now is a weak thumbs-up.

Gillian helps Vivi up, clapping her on the back to get her upright. She then goes to help , trying to use totmetic healing on the ship, curious if it will help.

[Modrageball]

Gillian attempts to haul the diminutive elemental to her feet, but Vivi is as boneless as an earthworm, and Gillian has to settle for propping her mostly upright against the hull.

The totemic magic spell doesn't do a whole bunch, being designed to foster healing in living organisms rather than vessels.

Unda manages to freeze a sheet of ice over the hole for now, something that he decries as inadequate, but certainly enough to see them to Profluo.

"Those two knew what I was carrying, and when I'd be coming back to Profluo." he says worriedly. "That rather narrows down the number of people who could be responsible. Gillian, I may have something you can do for me after all."

Gillian smiles toothily then burps. "I suppose I have room for dessert."
she pauses and rummages for the pendant she got and holds it out. "This looks familiar? Was in the one i.. err.. took care of."

Unda shakes his head.

"I can't say it stands out to me, but I can put you in touch with someone who will know. A friend who has ah, shall we say, certain sensitivities where the law is concerned."

"Thanks.. so what now?" she asks, trying to find what she can do

"Nothing particular for you at the moment. I'll trust you to spring into action once we reach Profluo."

After a tense bit of boatwork, with Unda running below several times to keep the water out of the ship, Gillian and company reach a fork in the river. Ahead, past several hills and bends in the river, Gillian spots the encapsulated blue expanse of a bay.

An island seemingly entirely covered with buildings and constructions lies in the center of the bay, and Gillian can make out a forest of masts and smokestacks bristling out of an crowded quay along the shoreward side of the island.

Unda gently steers the boat away from the bay, guiding the vessel down the fork and through a complex system of smaller byways, sometimes using his particular elemental skills to swell the streams with enough water to carry the boat safely down them.

He stops the boat in a deeply shadowed corner of foliage, out of sight of both the main river and the city.

"This is my ah, drop point, shall we say. I'm impatient to conclude my business with this delicate cargo, but considering that attack earlier, I think I'd rather send you ahead to get to the bottom of this before I contact my buyers. Can you find your way to the city? It's the island in the bay, in case you missed it."

The hyena lady nods.
"tell me where to go and what I need to do!"

Unda nods.

"You'll want to get into Profluo first. That means taking one of the free ferries across the bay or hiring a stone-stepper. Once you've made it inside, please make your way to the Husky Bunion. It's an ah, tavern of certain repute to the criminally minded in Bayside. There'll be an elemental there named Anodyne. She's a headache. Apologies in advance."

The elemental shifts uncomfortably. "She'll help nearly anyone find out what they need to know for a price. Please don't mention my name. Try not to even think about it."

Adducta smiles widely at this. "They have a history." she says.

Unda shoots her a sharp look. "That's neither here nor there, you clod."

He turns back to Gil, frowning. "Once you know who was behind this, I trust that you'll use your terrifying predilection for seeming to ah, eat your problems for me. Feel free to visit Peruro and his sweetheart. They've been living in Bayside, working in the boilers, I believe."

"Is there anything else you think you need to know before you start off?"

"Can I just fly there?"

if so, she will use her life water wings to fly there, heading to the location where she was told.

"That ah, should work.", Unda says cautiously.

Gillian takes to the skies, gliding above the canopy of the jungle toward the pointed roofs and tangle of masts of Profluo. Below, she can see that the shore of the bay is speckled with clusters of buildings, mostly warehouses and docks, a collection of satellite villages fanning out from Profluo like the lines of a spider's web. She spots ferries running back and forth from the city to the smaller docks, filled with a motley assortment of Elementals and Deva. Alongside the ferries are the stone-steppers Unda mentioned, Earth Elementals raising temporary roads up from the floor of the bay one block at a time, the causeways vanishing behind them as they plod toward the city, carriages in tow.

As she gets closer to the city, she feels a change in the air, and the wind wraps around her like a fist, forcibly adjusting her flight course toward one of the (previously unnoticed) Balloon-Structures orbiting the city.

It's a small house held aloft by a large cloth balloon. The house is all painted wood and square windows, with an ornately carved door that swings open as she approaches. The force of wind dumping her gracelessly into a rug-covered room with a wooden table, a pair of chairs, and a small bookcase. An Elemental, all diaphanous air, wearing an elaborately embroidered turban and a chain of winking metal over a loose silk robe, smiles at the beastwoman.

"Hello there!" he says, another current of air pushing Gillian to her feet, scooting the chair out for her, and flumphing her down into it, setting the whole room shaking. "What brings you to Profluo, miss? It's terribly rude to just fly in unannounced. We might think you're up to no good."

Gillian blinks hard.
"Just flying in. I gave business here. I am from off world. Trying to help figure out what people want
A kind of merchant."

The air elemental bobbles a quill around his fingers.

"I see, I see! A kind of merchant, hm? Doing a bit of market research here in Profluo? And an Outlander. My, my. Well, be on your way, but take this as your warning. Profluo is a city of commerce, a shining beacon of mercantile potential for any who have the wherewithal to seize the horns of opportunity. We value that reputation. Peace and order make that reputation possible. Do not muck about with the peace and order of Profluo. If that is understood, you're free to go. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience."

The door behind Gillian wafts open.

Gillian nods.
"I see. I ... try not to start fights. I just make sure to end. And besides, a dead customer can't buy goods. I will have to see what good from outside will be a hit here. I coudl start a chain. Sadly, getting information has been difficult at times, and well, given the last boat ride i had, I had to deal with a bandit, well, want ot make sure the goods will get where they need to."

The air elemental nods absentmindedly, "Of course!"

He shoos Gillian toward the door.

Outside, Gillian can see several smaller air elementals being towed in much in the same way she was earlier.

She laughs and starts to fly for the city.

Gillian drops out of the Balloon-Office and flies down over Profluo. From above, the city seems divided into two distinct sections. Facing the ocean, Profluo is narrow, well-kept avenues bordering a system of canals redolent with expensive looking barges and pleasure-boats. The houses are multi-levelled, some connecting over the streets and canals below with arched walkways, creating a second, and in some cases a third level of vertical activity. Elementals in fine clothes, silk shawls, well-cut jackets, turbans and jewlery fly, walk, swim, and float about their business in the company of deva and humans.

The two-thirds of the city that face the bay, by contrast, seem to be much more lived in. The buildings are shorter, the streets a bit dirtier. There are numerous squares , each filled with assortments of permanent and temporary stalls, all alive with crowds of humans, deva, and elemental shoppers. The canals in Bayside are wider, designed for commercial traffic, and all lead to the encompassing fringe of docks, warehouses, and mercantile marine mess that is the Bayside coast of Profluo. These, Gillian notes, are an absolute hive of activity, as boats are guided in, guided out, loading and unloading holds full of goods of all kinds.

The center of the Island is a large, high-walled circle of green, seemingly untouched by the bustling world of commerce around it. It spreads, art manicured garden and part untamed jungle, from a large polyhedral stone rising out of a vibrant pond.

Where to, Gillian?

She's heading for the place Uda told her to go.

Unda told her to make her way to a watering hole called "The Husky Bunion", located in one of the seedier parts of Bayside.

She glides down into an alley beside one of the market squares. Several inquiries later and she's pointed in the right direction.

The Husky Bunion is a two-story ramshackle of a building, seemingly held together as much by grit and hope as actual architectural support. Singing filters out from the papered-over windows in front of the Husky Bunion. Gillian notes she has to step carefully to avoid the broken glass littering the street in an arc in front of the tavern. Several thick-looking Deva sit on dilapidated stools by the door, eyeing Gillian cautiously.

she starts looks around.
"Greeting. I am loooking for Anodyne. I have a proposition for her."

Gillian looks around the outside of the Bunion some more!

One of the thick-looking deva grunts and hooks a thumb toward the interior of the tavern.

"You can ask 'er yourself. Won't take long for 'er to find ya."

Gillian, thus led, heads inside.

The Husky Bunion is a low-roofed smokey mess of a tavern, with grimy tables and sticky floors. A long bar takes up most of the far wall, with an L-shaped addition blocked by a set of thick curtains and an Earth Elemental bouncer. Wisps of fantastically colored smoke waft through the curtains occasionally, mingling with the tobacco and other smokes that linger in a thin cloud by the ceiling. Gillian spots an assortment of lean-looking Elementals crowding a table near the bouncer, glancing anxiously at the restricted area.

The crowd here is mostly sailors and fishermen, along with the sort of rough-looking toughs that Gillian recognizes as thieves and gangsters between jobs. The bar is run by a hang-down hound Pashubi, sullenly plodding between customers, refilling drinks here, accepting payment there.

Before Gillian can ask anyone about Anodyne, a soft voice, sickly-sweet and simpering, echoes through her mind.

Looking for me, are you? My, how nice it is to be wanted. Come, sit at the table in the far corner.

Gillian looks around, spotting an empty table in the corner furthest from the restricted area.

That's the one! Come now, please don't waste my time.

She heads to the table and sits down, waiting for them one she's looking for to set the rules.

[Modrageball]

Gillian sits down at the empty table. Mostly empty? The chair opposite the hyena-woman shimmers, as if an invisible solid is being hit with waves of...thought? Anodyne?

Yep, that's me!

As Gillian thinks about her contact, a vague approximation of a humanoid figure wavers into view.

So! Miss Razorclaw, what kind of proposition do you have?

"Ahhh.. you know me, good. I'm here to ask about this."
she fishes out the pendant and shows it. "This was on an elemental, ice, that attacked me."
she burps.

The idea of a hand reaches out and lifts the pendant gingerly out of Gillian's claws.

I see~~ Attacked, eh? What a shame! And on your first visit to Profluo to boot! I'll level with you, Ms. Razorclaw. i know what this pendant means, and where it leads. But you're going to have to give me a reason to share that tender morsel of information. I don't run a charity, you see?"

"well. What do you want? A little low on cash. But I can offer..."
she places ontot he table:

3 Unicorn's Horn- (Consumable, Medicine, Light & Magic, 200 Charges, 8,000,000 Gold) Cures all minor negative status effects from sources below Level 60

Unicorn Spear- (Weapon, Spear, Light, 2,100,000 Gold) +4,000 Melee Attack, +1,200 STR, +1,100 AGI, +2,400 SPI, Wielder's Melee Attack actions cure all Minor Negative Status Effects from sources below Level 40

she smiles.
"And first laod of merchandise that I plan on bringing in from the Nexus. I plan on running things here. Once i can set up a trade route. I am sure the elemntal oils will be a hit here."

Hmm hmm. Those are nice, and I will take them, Anodyne chimes merrily, But I'm rather interested in what's in that head of yours. Information is rather my business, you see, and if I could take pick at that Outlander brain of yours, I'd be MORE than happy to help you out with this little vengeance quest of yours. Deal?

Gillian chuckles.

"What do you want to know?"

The echo of a laugh fills Gillian's mind.

That is for you to know and me to find out!

She grins and will toss out her pit fight and the corruption battles.

Sounds good! What are Gillian's best mental defenses?

She has monk and a divine ability:
She's MONK!
She will be using monk abilities to separate her thoughts and will. sending out the abilities she will let her have and keeping the rest hidden.

Shield of darkness will be using it to cloak her innermost thoughts.


Monk :
Apprentice Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast, Possessor gains +200 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains 5% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped
Awareness of Energy Chakras- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR, +100 AGI, +100 CON, +100 MIN, and +200 SPI
Basic Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +30 Melee Attack if possessor has no weapon equipped. Possessor gains +30 Defense if possessor has no armor equipped.
Black Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack, +500 STR, +500 AGI, +500 CON, +1% Resilience, +1% To Hit, +1% Critical, and +1% Dodge
Blue Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Brawny- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR and +100 CON
Brown Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Controlled Breathing- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 1% Suffocation Resistance
Crane Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 SPI and +500 Defense.
Defensive Combat Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +20 Defense
Focused Hand- (Technique Ability, Monk) Possessor may use 'Focused Hand' in conjunction with a 'Melee Attack' action, so long as no other technique is used and at least one of possessor's weapon slots is open. Said attack becomes solely Physical element.
Good Balance- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor's row may not be shifted without possessor's permission by sources below Level 4
Green Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 Melee Attack, +50 STR, +50 AGI, and +50 CON
Has Undergone Harsh Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +400 HP
Mantis Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +5% Critical and +500 Melee Attack.
Martial Arts Trainee- (Passive Ability, Monk) +5 STR, AGI, and CON
Melee Dodging- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 20% Dodge against offensive actions that use Strength as their Prime Attribute
Monk- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +1,000 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast per possessor Level, Possessor gains +500 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains (Possessor Level / 2, rounded up)% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped, Possessor gains +10 additional Melee Attack per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, +50 damage to damage-dealing Unarmed Technique spells per possessor Level
Monk's Build- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 CON, +200 AGI, +200 STR, and +2,000 HP
Muscular- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 STR and +50 CON
Orange Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +40 Melee Attack, +40 STR, +40 AGI, and +40 CON
Purple Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Red Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 Melee Attack, +200 STR, +200 AGI, and +200 CON
Toned Body- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 CON, +50 STR, and +300 HP
Yellow Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +20 Melee Attack, +20 STR, +20 AGI, and +20 CON
White Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +10 Melee Attack, +10 STR, +10 AGI, and +10 CON


Priest:
Basic Channeling of Divine Wrath- (Passive Ability, Priest) Divine Magic spells cast by possessor that possess a Magical Attack bonus gain +50 additional Magical Attack
Basic Divine Magic Attunement- (Passive Ability, Priest) All Divine Magic spells gain +10 Magical Attack and cost 10 less MP


Shield Of Darkness- If possessor is Level 5 or greater, possessor gains 5% Darkness Resistance, Worshipper Benefit
Requires: Devout Worshipper of Maleficus, Level 5
Cost: Automatically Obtained Upon Meeting Prerequisities

Gillian grins and opens her mind to Anodyne, focusing on two sets of memories: her adventures in the Spice Pits, and her experiences with the existential horror of corruption. Anodyne slithers into Gillian's consciousness, a faint pink cloud tinting her memories as the Elemental sifts, absorbs, and copies the offered memories.

And then Anodyne pushes. And how did you come to sign up for the Spice Pits? Gillian, caught off guard initially, can't help but recall the steam-boat ride, with it's adventures and battles against the self-proclaimed Shah of Silversands, of Unda (uh oh), and Peruro, and Pruna.

Gillian focuses, using her mental discipline to bring her memory under her will. Anodyne begins hitting walls, and shifts to Gillian's memories of Corruption. These are tricky, redolent with addictive power, promises of filth and glory, of potential squandered and lives destroyed. Anodyne is taken aback, and this gives Gillian the moment she needs to solidify her mental defenses, blocking Anodyne from taking any more liberties with Gillian's psyche.

Boo, not fair~! Anodyne pouts as she withdraws herself from Gillian's mind. And you know my very own sweetheart, Unda. Do tell him to visit me. I'm dying to catch up with him after our last liaison. Anyways, a deal is a deal.

Anodyne fills Gillian's mind with a series of images and impressions.

A pendant, identical to the one Gillian holds. A manhole cover in a gritty alley ending in a dismal canal. Lengths of slime-coated sewer, the sound of sea surrounding. A banded door flanked by small electric lamps.

That's where you'll find the people who attacked you! Good luck, Razorclaw!

She smiles.

"A pleasure . I am sure once this is done he and I will be setting up a trade.route. surely you can use more items like that spear and horns."

Of course, she purrs. Do keep me in mind, dear.

Anodyne fades out of visibility across the table along with the Unicorn Horn and Spear. Gillian doesn't feel her pinkish presence in her brain anymore, either.

Gilliam sighs as she stands up to go heading for that place she was told.

Gillian sighs, stands, and leaves the Husky Bunion, noticing a few of the regulars eyeing her on the way out.

She spends the next hour and a half searching Bayside for the alley from her vision, poking her muzzle down streets and avenues, disturbing beggars, bums, and layabouts. The sounds and smells of the waterfront, never far away in Bayside, suffuse the air, and Gillian begins to get a feeling that she's been followed. She begins to cover her tracks a bit more intentionally, doubling-back around corners, working to blend into the crowds of laborers and fishermen.

The sun is going down as she (finally) finds the alley from Anodyne's vision. It ends in a canal clogged with the detritus of city living, the only water visible an unappetizing sludge. A manhole cover punctuates the center of the alley, with wisps of tobacco smoke curling out from under it.

Gillian posses as she looks at the alley and hmmms, curious how to do this. She does move to hide from where she entered, curious to see if anyone did follow. she will wait 30 minutes .

Gillian crouches a distance away from the entrance to the alley and waits. The feeling of being watched slowly abates, and Gillian feels more comfortable.

The sun is a sliver on the horizon, visible as arrows of light piercing through the tangled mess of buildings.

She thinks then goes to head for the water and alley, heading for the manhole cover. She shivers hard before lifting it up once its found to head down. not looking forward to the upcoming sewer bath.

Gillian lopes across the street, enters the alley and slips down into the sewer. The smell is, to her finely-tuned nose, a bouquet of wastewater, city filth, rotting fish, and dank stone. She descends a short ladder to the floor of the stone sewer, currently covered with a film of slime that challenges her footing.

The sewer consists of two smile-filmed walkways that flank a channel of filthy water. Rancid food bobs in and out of sight amid a froth of filth.

To the right, the sewer ends in a mold-caked wall. To her left, the sewer continues, curving out of sight.

She pinches her nose shut, trying to use her monk training to .. dull that as YUCK!

she then goes to check out the rigth wall before , if nothing there, heading to the left.

abilities revelant:

Monk- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +1,000 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast per possessor Level, Possessor gains +500 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains (Possessor Level / 2, rounded up)% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped, Possessor gains +10 additional Melee Attack per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, +50 damage to damage-dealing Unarmed Technique spells per possessor Level

Basic Detective Skills- (Passive Ability, Diviner) Possessor's MIN is treated as being 140 points higher for stat-scanning purposes, +20 MIN

Basic Gate Magic Attunement- (Passive Ability, Wanderer) All Gate Magic spells cost possessor 10 less MP to cast
Intuitive Direction-Sense- (Passive Ability, Wanderer) Possessor may not be prevented from switching rows by sources below Level 20

[Modrageball]

The right wall leads to the clogged canal beyond. Apparently this part of the sewer doesn't join up with that canal.

To the left she goes, trying her best to avoid the awful (and a little appealing, to her carrion-eating self), smell.

After a few minutes of slopping through the detritus of the city, she approaches a larger-than-usual pile of refuse clogging the central ditch and overflowing onto both banks. She thinks she can see it breathing.

Gillian readies herself to cast:

Ki Fireball- (Spell, Unarmed Technique, Magic, 5 MP, 50,000 Gold) +50 Magical Attack, gains +50 Magical Attack, to a max of +7,000 Magical Attack, for each Martial Artist ability or Monk ability possessed for each empty Weapon slot

then calls out.
"Hey there... I see you breathing. Speak now!"

Gillian readies a fireball of monkley energy and shouts out to the pile of refuse, which, in response to the sudden noise, heaves and shakes, unfurling into a large, nearly quadrupedal creature. It reminds her of a lobster, if it's carapace was made entirely of trash. Between the shell of refuse, she sees a smaller body of striated green energy, pulsing like a heartbeat around a pair of unfocused beetle-black eyes.

The trashcreature sniffs the air once, twice, and then reaches out a pseudolimb, caked in old food containers and rotten fruit, toward Gillian, pulsing green fingers puckering and gasping.

She jumps back, blasting it In the head.with the.ki fireball, not wanting to let it touch her.

Gillian leaps backwards and slips on the film of slime coating the dank cobbles of the sewer, her Ki Fireball going wide and splashing against the ceiling of the sewer in a wash of heat.

The trashthing seeps out of the channel and onto the stones ahead of her, it's legs flowing as much as walking. The stench is horrendous, radiating from the trashthing like a malevolent aura. Gillian is afflicted with Pain: Nauseous.

Gillian fires off anothre one, trying to not get close, trying to keep an eye on how much she has left to back up in.

Gillian fires off another Ki fireball, which splashes against the trash-thing's flank in a nimbus of fire. It shrieks, the sound of it's pain echoing through the sewer, and shrinks back into the canal, it's puckering hand retreating back into it's body like a pseudopod.

Gillian's got a bit of space to back up still before she hits the wall of the sewer. The trash-thing is staring at her.

She takes a moment to see how much room she would have to get past it. She does not feeling roasting it to death is needed.

With her lifewater wings and general acrobatic competence, she thinks she could leap/fly over it with minimal trouble, barring massive bad luck!

She attempts said flying leap, a.ki fireball readied to be fired off in a suppressive fire maneuver to keep it away from her. T3 monk do she will flip over to keep eye on it as she flying leap overs it.

Gillian hop-skips back a few steps, and takes a running leap up and over the trash creature, flipping and landing adroitly on the scummy stones.

With whatever that was behind her, the tunnel continues, splitting at several junctures to the left and right. Anodyne's instructions give Gillian *just* enough of a tug in the right direction each time, though, and the hyenawoman begins to smell a new smell. Cutting through the bouquet of citywaste, she smells wafting traces of cigar smoke. Of tallow lamps.

Lights flicker ahead around a slimy corner, casting the shadows of several humanoid figures onto the wall.

Gillian has instinctive sense of direction.


She tries to sneak up on the people.

Gillian attempts to sneak up to the corner. She's light on her feet, but she's also decked out in heavy armor and toting two solid metal walruses. As she approaches, the shadows on the wall shift, and she hears a gruff, unhealthy voice say "Didjou just hear somethin'?"

gillian';s lifewater wings fold around her as she attempts to push against a wall.

a shield of darkness covers her, trying to blend into the shadows. She attempts to control her breathing and her body to be as still as possible, although she's ready to spring into action when needed.

vControlled Breathing- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 1% Suffocation Resistance

Shield Of Darkness- If possessor is Level 5 or greater, possessor gains 5% Darkness Resistance, Worshipper Benefit
Requires: Devout Worshipper of Maleficus, Level 5
Cost: Automatically Obtained Upon Meeting Prerequisities
Monk- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +1,000 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast per possessor Level, Possessor gains +500 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains (Possessor Level / 2, rounded up)% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped, Possessor gains +10 additional Melee Attack per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, +50 damage to damage-dealing Unarmed Technique spells per possessor Level

Gillian pushes herself against one of the damp walls, stilling her breathing and shrouding herself in a mixture of shadow and lifewater. It is, as you can imagine, pretty hard to see out of.

Through her curtain of shadowed water, she can see an out-of-focus head poke around the corner ahead of her, scanning the tunnel.
After a moment, it withdraws, and Gillian can hear the same unhealthy voice say "There's definitely something out there. S'hiding behind some weird bubble of water. Probably an elemental fella pokin' their nose in where it doesn't belong. Go and get the boys an' let's take care of this."

She hears the creak and thud of a door opening and closing.

*Gillian readies herself for combat, trying to stay hidden for ow.*

Gillian, still pressed against the wall, readies herself for combat, muscles tensed in pre-pounce position.

A few minutes later, she hears the door open again, followed by the sound of more than a few sets of feet rumbling out. Around the corner come half a dozen humanoids, three human, with a deva, a sickly green elemental, and a jowly-mouthed pashubi near the back. They're carrying an assortment of chains, knuckles, lengths of pipe, and knives. The deva is notably tattooed across most of her visible skin, but her veil of water-and-shadow prevent her from getting a real read on what they signify.

She has the initiative here, prepared as she was. They're approaching and fanning out around her hiding place. What's the plan?

She will attempt to melee attack the first person! whoever is closer, startingwith a laughing bloodbath!

melee attack first person';s throat with:

Gleeful Bloodfrenzy- (Spell, Other: Murder Arts, Physical, 8,000 MP, 8,000,000 Gold) +8,000 Melee Attack, 70% inflicts Wounded: Maimed, Caster is afflicted with Invigorated: Zesty

"Right," the deva says. "Ioudos, if you woul-"

The deva's instruction is cut off as Gillian bursts from her veil of shadow and Lifewater with a gleeful cackle, gouging at the nearest target(the elemental)'s throat with reckless abandon.

The sickly-green elemental rears backward in surprise, taking several heavy blows across it's rather amorphous neck as Gillian leaps onto it. It takes heavy damage and is inflicted with Wounded: Maimed. Gouts of stinging acid coat the hyena-woman, inflicting Dissolving and shutting down her Lifewater Regen as the acidic essence wears at her ability to heal herself.

The Deva runs a hand over the tattoos on one of her arms, which flare up and fade out of sight. Gillian's vision swims with opaque colors and patterns as she's temporarily inflicted with Impaired: Blind.

The other 4 gangsters pile onto the blinded Gillian, raining blows down on her with knives, chains, and pipes. She takes 4 instances of light damage as her armor stops the worst of the blows.

Actions?

Gillianstaets to blindly unleash fireballs, trying to clear space to get enough time and distance to adjust to fighting blind.

[Modrageball]

(Gillian's rolls continue to be swingy as all get out.)

Gillian blind-fires ki in a wild spray around her, hoping to create space between her and her attackers.

Unfortunately, her lack of sight means she can't exactly aim. She can hear a chorus of yelps as the gangsters skip backward, her fireballs going wide and splashing against the wet ceiling, sending waves of heat rolling across the tunnel.

This, in turn, dries out some of the combinations of moss, lichens, and sewer muck that have been built up along the ceiling of the sewer, which crack with a dry heaving sound and begin to clatter down around them in pieces.

The sewer channel surges suddenly, and a tide of crabs, rats, and other bottom feeders swell out across the floor, snatching up pieces of the sudden buffet. Gillian and the gangsters take light damage from the swarm scrabbling across them none too gently.

Gillian sniffs the air, working to get an olefactory picture of the surroundings to offset her blindness. She's a hyena. She's doing pretty okay at it. The other gangsters are a sort of smelly blob a few paces away from her. The floor is a smelly mass of scrabbling vermin.

Actions?

She moves forward, moving to hyena pile the gangsters and melee them. Sure that once in a scrum she will win as she bites, claws and kicks!

Gillian takes moderate damage from the ongoing Dissolving.

Gillian leaps forward toward the blob of gangster-smell, pointy-ends honed toward soft flesh!

She impacts a mess of fur and flesh, her heavy armor granting her incredible momentum, driving the target into the heavily wounded elemental and sending all three crashing into the floor, parting the mass of swarming vermin. The Elemental expires, his acidic body losing surface tension and spreading in a hissing puddle across the slime-smeared sewer. The pashubi gangster takes heavy damage as Gillian savages him, unable to fight back against the cyclone of claws and teeth.

She hears the voice of the tattooed Deva shout, and a patch of smell breaks off from the blob, sprinting back toward the entrance to the gangster's holdfast.

Two of the other gangsters flail ineffectually at Gillian, dealing no damage that makes it past her defenses.

Actions?

Gillian grabs at what she thinks are the legs of the 2 closest small blobs and toss them at the big blob. She then sprints after the fleeing smell blobs. Sure that's the Deva. She will attempt to barrel into them from behind, trying to bull rush them INTO the hideout, a hand behind her and up, firing off a Ki Fireball into the ceiling once she thinks inside the entrance, to try to collapse it behind them!


Monk :
Apprentice Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast, Possessor gains +200 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains 5% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped
Awareness of Energy Chakras- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR, +100 AGI, +100 CON, +100 MIN, and +200 SPI
Basic Unarmed Technique Attunement- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +30 Melee Attack if possessor has no weapon equipped. Possessor gains +30 Defense if possessor has no armor equipped.
Black Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 Melee Attack, +500 STR, +500 AGI, +500 CON, +1% Resilience, +1% To Hit, +1% Critical, and +1% Dodge
Blue Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Brawny- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 STR and +100 CON
Brown Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Controlled Breathing- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 1% Suffocation Resistance
Crane Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +500 SPI and +500 Defense.
Defensive Combat Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +20 Defense
Focused Hand- (Technique Ability, Monk) Possessor may use 'Focused Hand' in conjunction with a 'Melee Attack' action, so long as no other technique is used and at least one of possessor's weapon slots is open. Said attack becomes solely Physical element.
Good Balance- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor's row may not be shifted without possessor's permission by sources below Level 4
Green Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 Melee Attack, +50 STR, +50 AGI, and +50 CON
Has Undergone Harsh Training- (Passive Ability, Monk) +400 HP
Mantis Style- (Stance Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +5% Critical and +500 Melee Attack.
Martial Arts Trainee- (Passive Ability, Monk) +5 STR, AGI, and CON
Melee Dodging- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains 20% Dodge against offensive actions that use Strength as their Prime Attribute
Monk- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +1,000 Melee Attack if no weapon is equipped, Unarmed Technique spells cost 50 less MP to cast per possessor Level, Possessor gains +500 Defense if possessor has at least 2 empty weapon slots, Possessor gains (Possessor Level / 2, rounded up)% Dodge if possessor has no weapons equipped, Possessor gains +10 additional Melee Attack per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, Possessor gains +20 to all stats per possessor Level if no weapon is equipped, +50 damage to damage-dealing Unarmed Technique spells per possessor Level
Monk's Build- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 CON, +200 AGI, +200 STR, and +2,000 HP
Muscular- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 STR and +50 CON
Orange Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +40 Melee Attack, +40 STR, +40 AGI, and +40 CON
Purple Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +100 Melee Attack, +100 STR, +100 AGI, and +100 CON
Red Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +200 Melee Attack, +200 STR, +200 AGI, and +200 CON
Toned Body- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +50 CON, +50 STR, and +300 HP
Yellow Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +20 Melee Attack, +20 STR, +20 AGI, and +20 CON
White Belt- (Passive Ability, Monk) Possessor gains +10 Melee Attack, +10 STR, +10 AGI, and +10 CON

ntuitive Direction-Sense- (Passive Ability, Wanderer) Possessor may not be prevented from switching rows by sources below Level 20


Warlord :
Beastman- (Passive Ability, Warlord) Possessor, if a Humanoid, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Animal, Possessor, if an Animal, may choose at the beginning of a thread to gain the subtype Humanoid, Possessor if a Humanoid and an Animal, gains +100 STR



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Ki Fireball- (Spell, Unarmed Technique, Magic, 5 MP, 50,000 Gold) +50 Magical Attack, gains +50 Magical Attack, to a max of +7,000 Magical Attack, for each Martial Artist ability or Monk ability possessed for each empty Weapon slot

Gillian shakes the Dissolving!

Vision swimming, Gillian snatches at the bodies of the gangsters in front of her, whipping them around toward the others and sending them all crashing into a disorderly heap as she leaps toward the fleeing Deva.

She barrels into her with a *thud*, sending them both sprawling through the door to the hide-out. Gilian throws her hands up behind her, releasing a series of ki-fireballs at the door. The sewer shudders as the flames weaken centuries-old mortar. With a tremendous crash, the archway collapses, dealing moderate damage to Gillian and killing the Deva outright.

Gillian, coated in dust and dented up, finds herself in a mess hall. A long table dominates the room, with a small fire pit in the far corner. Holes in the ceiling vent the smoke away through circuitous channels.

There's another door in the opposite wall.

What's Gillian gonna do?

She shakes the acid and gunk out, letting her life water wings get to work healing her as she starts ti Loot the room. And making sure the her soul collector got the devas soul. She is definitely searching the booty. She does grab an arm of the deva to munch on after making sure nothing important is on or in the arm. That worked up an appetite.

Her life-water wings begin to stitch her back up!

She winds the Soul-Collector up! It gains the soul of a level 11 Deva.

With a grisly snap she takes an arm to munch on, stripping it of some not-pinging-as-actually valuable jewelry. The tattoo-inks do taste funny though.

She gains:

Common Jewelry- (Item, Antiquity, Earth, 700 Gold)

Common Spices- (Item, Material, Fire, 300 Gold)
(From above the fire-pit)

6 Dusty Cutlery- (Item, Antiquity, Earth, 150 Gold)

4 Dusty Napkins- (Item, Antiquity, Earth & Air, 150 Gold)

1 Dusty Tablecloth- (Item, Antiquity, Earth & Air, 200 Gold)

12 Drinking Glass- (Item, Antiquity, Water, 200 Gold)

Trout Stew- (Consumable, Food, Water, 2 Charges, 500 Gold) +50 HP

Teapot Full of Hot Water- (Weapon, Other: Teapot, Water & Fire, 8,000 Gold) +14 Melee Attack, +14 Magical Attack, +30 MP that may only be spent on Water element spells and abilities

She looks around and tries to loot the place, and calls out. "I killed the Ink one. Submit or die!"

Gillian's already looted the room!

She voices her challenge! At the end of the dining hall, there's a *click* as someone locks the other door from within.

Gillian sniffs the air, then attempts to bullrush the door, trying to melee overdrive it off its hinges. And also pummeling anyone of the other side as she attempts to solve the problem with VIOLENCE!

Gillian gathers her strength and bull-rushes the door, smashing it off it's hinges and snapping the lockbar in half as she tumbles into the next room.

And into the path of a piston-powered hydraulic hammer in the hands of a fat, well-dressed humanoid, which slams down onto the hyena-woman's head for moderate damage and momentarily stuns her.

The hammerer skips backwards, forehead beading with sweat and he adjusts the stub of a cigar jutting from his thick lip, assessing Gillian's condition.

The room is a well-upholstered sitting room, seemingly used for the gang's "official" business dealings. A large wooden desk in the opposite corner. Several crates on dolleys are stacked against the wall, and an open pouch of a silvery powdery substance. The room smells *awful*, just like the Ardurian Fruit in Unda's hold.

Gillian staggers to her feet, trying to stay up.

"AHhh.. good evening.. I assume you are the ones who hired the hit on my vessel. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gillian Razorclaws. Found of "Dowie Eatum and Howe..." she smiles at the joke. "I had hired Unda to carry my goods as well as be a supplier of special goods not seen here to this place. I do apologize for the assault, but I am protecting my invesdtments."
She licks the blood off her paws then continues.
"I am sure we could fight and make a mess, but perhaps we can make a deal?"

The humanoid, a well-build dwarf with a bit of a gut, spits on the ground in front of Gillian.

"You're a few too many bodies of my friends deep for apologies, you monster." he says.

"I'll offer *you* a deal. Walk away. Now. And I won't crack your head open like an Ardurian."

she growls and runs into the hit him below the belt with a powerful blow, the hyena woman kicking there hard!

*melee overdrive*

Gillian growls and leaps at the man feetfirst, landing a huge hit, erm, below the belt.

The gangster, with a strangled whimper, crashes across the room, spinning against the corner of the desk, taking high damage and knocking one of the boxes of Ardurian Powder to the ground.

The malodorous dust billows , filling the air with an eyewatering stench and setting Gillian's mind spinning. That's weird.

Both she and her opponent are inflicted with Confusion: High

The gangster leaps to his feet somewhat gingerly and crosses the distance back at Gillian, his piston-hammer whirring.

Gillian dodges backward as he brings it down overhanded, but with a hiss, the handle spring-extends, catching Gillian for moderate damage before zipping back to it's normal length in the gangster's hand.

Gillian jumps further back, trying to out of range of the dust before...

a Ki fireball lashes out, aiming fo rh dust, trying to set it on fire before she rolls backwards, trying to get out of range of any fireballs and also put out anything,trusting her nose to keep her safe as she closes her eyes to proetect from any fire!



Ki Fireball- (Spell, Unarmed Technique, Magic, 5 MP, 50,000 Gold) +50 Magical Attack, gains +50 Magical Attack, to a max of +7,000 Magical Attack, for each Martial Artist ability or Monk ability possessed for each empty Weapon slot

Gil leaps backward out of the swirling drug-dust before lashing out at her combatant with another Ki-channeled Fireball!

Upon contact with the energy-fire, the Ardurian Powder ignites with a dull *whumph*, filling the room with a blinding flash of fire. The gangster screams in pain as he's seared by the sudden heat. Gillian rolls backward nimbly, shielding her eyes.

His scream drops into a guttural howl as the rest of the Powder bags behind him catch suddenly with a three-part explosion- *whumph* *whumph* *whumph*. The fine upholstery, the wooden desk, the peeling wall-paper-- they all go up in flames.

The gangster's room is now a seething wall of heat. Gillian can see a dark shape stumbling around inside of it, waving its arms futilely above it's head as it attempts to find it's way out of the conflagration.

Gillian finds she suddenly has a headache.

Actions?

Gillian will watch and wait . Ready to ki fireball if he tries to get out to push back in. The meat does have to cook properly first.....

She does tries to mediate. As well unsure if this is the air lady again or something similar. .

Gil adopts a ready stance, hand glowing with Ki energy, and attempts to regulate her breathing. The headache increases in pressure as she watches the mobster burn to death, rolling on the ground amidst the flames. Gillian is a step closer to the fire. When did that happen? The headache is speaking now, in increasingly exasperated tones that she can suddenly hear.

"What are you DOING? The PRODUCT is BURNING! Move, dammit! Get in there and salvage what you can, you stupid mutt! Go!" Anodyne's voice rings through Gillian's mind, stopping suddenly as she realizes she's been detected. What's Gil gonna do?

She growls but radjusts to start saving as much as she can. using the life water wings to both shield her and also put ot the fires nearby as she hurries in and you tot save as much as she can.
she think growl out. "Fine, but I'm not a MUTT!"

[Modrageball]

Quest-porting complete.

[Pathaky]

Gillian rushes to save as much of the precious product as she can, using her regenerative wings to put out the fires as best she can, sacrificing her own regenerative potential in the process.

The fires are growing more intense. Anodyne is screaming in her ear.

Gillian growls.

The world heaves beneath her feet.

Anodyne sounds concerned. "Wait, what's happening? Something's comi-"

Gillian is plucked from existence.

[Kitsune106d]

Can Gillian continue?

[Pathaky]

Perception knits itself back together around Gillian. She finds herself floating a few inches above a broad, scaled, and slightly rounded road stretching before and behind her into the horizon.

Above, beside, and below, in the far distance, are the slowly twisting coils of a titanic serpent, constellations visible within it's scales. One of the scales of the coil she finds herself on opens like a trap-door, and a figure emerges. It has the body of a snake- long, patterned with vibrant bands of color- and the head of an old, wrinkled man.

"Apologies", the snake? says. "Indrasena's going through a lot of changes, thanks to you Nexites and your Infinite Crises. Better and safer for everybody if we just snag you out of there for a few moments while things work themselves out. No offense, but we don't quite trust what you'd get up to if you were present for such an audit."

Gillian has a splitting head-ache. A voice, not hers, begins to murmur, as if directly in her ear. "I feel as though I just got rolled out like roti. Wh-where am I?"

She can see a pink-purple shimmer in the air- vaguely humanoid. The snake-man looks as surprises as Anodyne does.

"Oh, well then. That's a problem." the snake grumbles. "I picked up an extra. Hey!" He slithers up to Anodyne. "I'm going to send you back now- hold still!"

Anodyne is ignoring him, looking out at the garden of coils above her- at a constellation forming a multi-armed, rainbow-hued humanoid seated on a lotus. "I-I understand now," she stammers. Her form begins to fray at the edges, refracting in a rainbow mirroring that of the figure in the snake-cosmos above her.

The snake-man begins to undulate, radiating his own magic. "Cripes, how am I going to explain this one?" he grimaces. Anodyne turns to Gillian and the snake-man. "No, wrong way to look at it. *I* don't understand. *I* don't *exist*." She laughs, prismatic in this space-outside-space.

The snake-man finishes his incantation. Anodyne vanishes, folded into Nowhere.

"Hrm. Close one there. Not sure if I sent her back or if she went back herself." he grunts. "Anyways, it feels like things are ssettled on devaloka. I can put you back. Can't guarantee you'll be exactly where- or when- you were before. You'll rebound with your current self in the Nexus if you do. Either that or I can send you back to your Nexus directly. What'll it be?"

[Kitsune106d]

Gillian frowns. "Best to send me back. So not to cause issues... We arena members can cause issues."

[Pathaky]

The snake-man nods and Gillian herself is folded into Nowhere, re-appearing back in Nexus.

[Pathaky]

Summary:

Gillian loses:

4 Unicorn's Horn- (Consumable, Medicine, Light & Magic, 200 Charges, 8,000,000 Gold) Cures all minor negative status effects from sources below Level 60

Unicorn Spear- (Weapon, Spear, Light, 2,100,000 Gold) +4,000 Melee Attack, +1,200 STR, +1,100 AGI, +2,400 SPI, Wielder's Melee Attack actions cure all Minor Negative Status Effects from sources below Level 40

360,000 Gold

Gillian gains:

1 Fame (She discovers this later. Her continued work with Unda, perhaps?)

Portable Soul Collector:
2 Level 18 souls
2 Level 10 souls
1 Level 11 soul
1 Level 2 soul


XP for 2 level 10 enemies.
XP for 1 level 2 enemy.

Common Jewelry- (Item, Antiquity, Earth, 700 Gold)
Common Spices- (Item, Material, Fire, 300 Gold)
6 Dusty Cutlery- (Item, Antiquity, Earth, 150 Gold)
4 Dusty Napkins- (Item, Antiquity, Earth & Air, 150 Gold)
1 Dusty Tablecloth- (Item, Antiquity, Earth & Air, 200 Gold)
12 Drinking Glass- (Item, Antiquity, Water, 200 Gold)
Trout Stew- (Consumable, Food, Water, 2 Charges, 500 Gold) +50 HP
Teapot Full of Hot Water- (Weapon, Other: Teapot, Water & Fire, 8,000 Gold) +14 Melee Attack, +14 Magical Attack, +30 MP that may only be spent on Water element spells and abilities

Elemental-Slaying Stance- (Stance Ability, Slayer) Possessor gains +200 Melee Attack, +200 Magical Attack, +200 Ranged Attack, and +5% Critical against Elementals.

The awards:
छ Experienced the Multiversal Backwash of Crisis Across Infinite Nexii on Indrasena-un-Sesamara
छ Responsible for the Semi-Enlightenment of Anodyne-Who-Is-Not on Indrasena-un-Sesamara