Moose
Since they had left that planet and set off in search of the dungeon where the jesters took William. The Moose had heard a voice in the back of his head. It wasn't a very loud voice, and he had trouble understanding exactly what it was saying. So at first, the moose thought ignoring it was the correct move.
The people had talked a lot about whispered voices and how dangerous they could be. So he had taken that to heart, had done his best to push it out of his thoughts. Which, considering how complex his thoughts were, was still brand new to him, that wasn't overly hard to do.
He put most of his focus into so of his favorite things, like eating and walking around invisibly. Sohow, none of the other people ever seed to notice him. He was pretty sure he wasn't that quiet, but then again, his weird talent had worked pretty well so far. He had also seen a notification that he couldn't fully understand as he walked through the halls one day.
Mana Orb Rank Increase
He was pretty sure a mana orb was that thing he had eaten once. It hadn't tasted great, but it slled delicious. It also let him make those weird, funny shields, so he had decided long ago that it had been for the best. Sotis he considered eating another one, but his stomach always growled against the idea, so he hadn't yet given in.
The voice in the back of his head grew more distinct as they neared their destination. And as everyone was starting to scurry about the ship, preparing to depart, he finally understood the words it was saying to him.
“Take into battle. Together, we can be unstoppable. Free from these shackles.”
Now, he wasn't a dumb moose, and he knew that you shouldn't trust voices that said things like this, especially when all the people around him seed to have no idea about it. But at the sa ti, the voice didn't strike him as malevolent. It sounded almost desperate for help.
And that was how the Moose found himself in Alex's room while the rest of them were watching the ship dock with the dungeon. There were stacks of things she had brought with her at the last minute before they had left Earth, and one of them was an incredibly large sword. One that was sohow talking to him.
“You've co. Then you've heard my pleas?” the voice that had been in his head these last days asked.
The Moose was not great at conversing yet, so instead he bowed his head, hoping that would confirm the answer to the question.
“I understand if you are hesitant to trust , but I am not your enemy. I was stolen from my true master by a horde of orcs invading their world. I do not know if they ever truly understood what they had found in . You are the first being that I believe has heard my cries. I ask you, please take with you. I sense in you sothing similar to my old master.”
The moose looked over the sword carefully. It was that sa huge sword that the orc had wielded against Dave when the moose had first seen him. And while he still wasn't sure he believed the voice entirely, it had been a powerful blade, and right now, any help they had towards rescuing William was worth the risk.
So, with that in mind, the moose leaned down and touched the sword. Sothing ford between the two of them as he did that. A connection grew that hadn't been there before, and the sword vanished from the room.
The Moose focused on making the sword reappear, and it did just that. It looked exactly the sa as it had before. He focused again, this ti trying to recall it, and it vanished again.
“Thank you,” the voice said, its distress finally gone.
It was that sa voice that had alerted him to both the fake illusionary wall and all the invisible creatures that stood between them and that tower. It was also that voice that encouraged him to make his charge.
“I can feel the child, the sa connection you have. He's sowhere in there. Go now, before they have ti to plan to stop us,” it said, and the moose listened.
He charged forward, slamming his antlers at the jesters, forcing them down below his hooves, where he trampled their forms. This ti, he was invading their ho, and the Moose would give them no rcy. They had taken his friend. It was ti to take him back.
Yorela
She had a feeling the jesters had known the mont they stepped into the dungeon. There were just far too many of them here otherwise. That likely ant that the initial attack was them testing how strong their pursuers were.
The only good news she saw in this was that it looked like they had sohow sprung the trap much earlier than the jesters had expected. That damn moose was like a tank crashing through them, and they didn't seem to have any clue how to stop him. The others were here after her call, already joining the fight.
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Now, if only she could ignore the growing voices in the back of her head whispering about the disasters of her last voyage, she might be able to help them in this fight.
A dozen smaller versions of l flew by her, each of them carrying a halberd. Beside her, Maud was already working her magic, and the two cats had joined the Moose in its charge. And yet her brain had frozen her.
She was trying as hard as she could to connect her thoughts to actions. It didn't matter that the last ti she had been in a life-or-death fight in chaotic space, almost everyone had died. This wasn't the sa thing. She knew that, and she had to fight.
Her friend's child was counting on her.
And then the first counter-attack by the jesters hit them. A horrific screeching cackle ripped through all of them. Even the moose had halted in its charge at the strength of it.
All of those horrible whispers intensified in her brain. And that ant everyone else was hearing them all the sa. Everyone else had frozen around her, the sa as she had, unable to fight back.
That was the final bit of motivation her brain needed to push her out of this crisis. Her own life hadn't been enough, but those of everyone around her? She wouldn't let that happen again.
“Keep fighting, you idiots!” Yorela scread as she triggered several of her own abilities. She may not have been a Bard exactly, but a Knowledge Enforcer ca with a few things that could work at a pinch.
Path of the Educational Martinet {1.0E4/1.0E4 Experience}Path of the Educational Martinet is a calling to pass on knowledge to the next generation, oftentis, forcefully. Not all students understand the purpose of what they are learning when they first learn it.Unlocking this path will add many enemies to the host's life. Few people enjoy the level of rigid education their tutelage will provide, even if by the end, they will co to respect it. Through this path, knowledge will not be lost, no matter how difficult their students are.-Pay Attention! {1.0E7/1.0E7 Experience} The Pay Attention skill allows the host to demand the attention of everyone they choose within a radius centered around them. This skill does not discern between enemy or ally and will need to directly overco the influence of any defenses or ongoing effects that may interfere with its attempt. Further ranks increase the size of the radius.-Pay Attention!\Nails on a Chalkboard {5.0E8/5.0E8 Experience} Nails on a Chalkboard increases the power of Pay Attention's ability to break through any sort of ongoing effects in the host's allies. It directly utilizes the host's willpower to oppose those effects.-Pay Attention!\Hands Up {1.0E9/1.0E9 Experience} Hands up further enhances Pay Attention, giving it the ability to block any verbal component or speaking effect within the radius of the skill.
The Moose and the cats were the first to spring back into action, but only beating l by fractions of a second. This ti, Yorela was right behind the Cloudform. Her giant axe gripped firmly in her hands, as one of the jesters appeared in front of her.
She cleaved it directly in two, letting loose a primal scream of rage as both halves slumped to the ground. She knew that in no world was she over the horrible fear gripping her brain, but right now a bigger fear had taken hold.
She would not lose more of her friends.
“Don't stop to engage them. Keep going until we're at the tower's entrance. We have no idea how many of them there are, and we need to hold our montum before they can truly mount a defense!” she yelled as she pushed forward.
The jesters had already started to pull back from their assault. She knew they were regrouping for a different kind of attack, and she had no intention of giving them a chance to unleash it. If they could get inside that tower, they'd have to fight them in the corridors instead of risking any sort of giant destruction.
“Y’all heard Yorela! Get yer asses moving!” l scread as he pushed forward, flying in the wake of the moose's carnage.
A dozen halberds appeared around him, surrounding his form as his drones broke formation, chasing down the jesters. Every ti one of them caught a group, it detonated, further increasing the chaos of the jester retreat.
As well as this, Yorela was still worried. It was possible this was a trap inside of a trap, and they had missed it. But there was no turning back now. She knew she couldn't drag Alex away from that tower, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to.
The moose was the first one to crash against the doors on the side of it. Doors that were much easier to see, now that her own abilities were working to fight against the weird, srizing effects the jesters had cast over this space. She had been right that so of what the tower had shown them was an illusion, but the real sight did little to downplay the horror.
Their situation was tenuous at best, and they were charging into sothing totally unknown. Her last thought before chasing the moose through the now-collapsed door was how angry Squidlen would be when he finds out he missed all of this.
Sotis a weapon lasts long enough through countless battles and magical effects to begin to awaken. It doesn't do this in the sa way a man or beast would. No, it doesn't truly beco aware of itself as a unique being unless it's taught that.
What it does is it begins to understand the reality around it and its place within that world. It begins to hone its physical form, making itself stronger, and by extension, any wielder it deems worthy, more able to wield itself.
Over ti, these weapons grow even more as they bond with their wielders, taking in so of their personalities, their desires, what makes them tick. And down the lineage these weapons pass, slowly growing even stronger. Sotis they beco lost to history, as a weapon spirit doesn't always choose to manifest to a wielder.
Stranger still, there is no known thod of identifying a weapon spirit from a common weapon. Whatever the exact source of magic and intelligence that they gain is, it remains totally unknown to everyone who has studied the lore.
Even the weapon spirits themselves seem to understand little of their origin, even less than dungeon cores. Their rarity and strength make it hard to study them further, as those few known ones within the Spiral are well guarded by their wielders
Magica Esoterica Volu 4: Weapon Spirits by Averew
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