Nisahime

*Optimal Turn Order reorder Coming up with a singular black feather, she hold it aloft. Her inquiry having finally offered her that which what she sought. The smallest of items, and insignificant to most but to her they were very important. A flash of white light sees it vanish away, and she tilts and stands up. Tapping her knees, she checks the pulse of the current group and questions further involvement. After all, they'd lasted this long. Silently each participant measured and analyzed, and she stop on each. Like a gardener those seeds were bearing fruit, and as the proprietor she coul

*Optimal Order Change What a curious turn of events, it would start to appear that they were actually turning the tide despite any influence. Perhaps she'd underestimated just how strong their resolves truly were, that willpower really proved itself to be an uncountable variable to which even she could not fully fathom. But that shouldn't surprise her given her own history that was still piecing itself back together. But it seemed as though their attentions were still exactly where she needed them to be. On the slime king and not hers. Across the room she saunters to another of the nearby

*Optimal turn order change Well they were managing, which despite there issues it seemed as though their resolve was to continue. Morrighan approved but not audibly. Since they now understood the gravity of the landmine they had stepped on, she was now free to continue her own reason for being down here. Despite the interruption that she was trying to deter. To the pile on her right, she begins to rake her foot through it once again and each piece she shuffles is grabbed by the wind and sucked away. Her hair still aloft and flapping around angrily. Eventually she'd spot her inquiry, such

*Optimal Turn Order Change* It was clear that they were trying to follow her advice yet probably not consciously. It was perhaps due to that vibe she was sensing? Was it inspiration? or desperation? Whatever it was providing them some benefit. But for how long? The woman starts to scan them all, as if expectant and slightly disappointed in the show they were providing. "Still this restricted? This controlled? Like rats in a cage, you scurry around your little maze eagerly seeking out bits of cheese and promises of success. Yet your still coming up empty, and the walls of your maze remain

*Optimal Turn Order* It would seem that the group of players were now on some sort of damage control, trying to stave off the coming tide of exhaustion. Morrighan clicks her tongue, finding the fact a little discouraging to say the least. "I would have thought by now some of you would have been able to overcome such weakness. Your foe is stronger then your used to? Perhaps this battle is one you cannot succeed?" She'd pressure them further, trying to push them past their self induced limits while also stressing the cardinal's hold upon them. "Come now, not every battle will be simple. Wal

As a white light fills the room, the woman doesn't avert her eyes or seem bothered by the sudden flash at all. Her hair flows in sequence with the sudden detonation, being held aloft with the force and flapping angrily in it. As Gaius lands and the slime king's body divides and begins to take a smaller pair of shapes the woman beckons to the room toward the man. "Very good, it seems that encouragement really cemented your capabilities. I am sure that Freya and Arthur would be mighty proud. But their pride would dwarf my own, bearer of the winds of change." A small and coy grin plastered on her

Combat ended for a moment, all new combat recharges occur (Rhino's Horn) Morrighan looks on toward the players who seemed to be honing in on her again. It would appear that old lessons were still yet learned, she did not convey that it was time to talk. But as the sounds of expectation began to play out in the dark, there attentions would shift to seek out the source. A tilt of her head back as they twist and move into battle ready positions, it was clear that they were now taking this somewhat seriously. This allows her the opportunity to return to her pile and seek out her intended targ

The woman to which the party originally sought out seems to linger toward a back corner, the star still held in her hand as she seemed to be scanning. It would be clear she was looking for something, but whatever that may be wouldn't be readily obvious to most, including her. "Oh, dear it seems there are more." The woman quips as the group started to stare her down, the ample distraction coming in right on queue. A foot slides through a pile of bones causing them to shift apart and reveal all manner of coins and odd scraps of metal. Certainly that had found themselves down from the drain overh

With a near joyous response, the white haired woman would look to them all as if in expectation. This included Kasumi, to which she thought she was beyond that vision and yet the woman seems to lock eyes with her as if she wasn't hiding from anyone. "Now that your all here. I believe some of you." She'd look to Raidou directly. "Know what to expect." She'd twist to look at one of the lingering pools of slime which would start to bubble. "If you wish any inquiry then perhaps you handle these malformation fomorian entities, twisted by the eyes and rules of a set of clipped wings." The most pecul

The soft patters of puddles project a player who was permeating these pathetic pools. In each lingered the thickened syrup that showed that a fetid creature spread its influence in mass like a plague. In corners and piles lay a pile of bones to and from, that would play the part of armor in the coming conflict. Heeled black thigh highs kept out the moisture but brought about the question of why such an interesting choice in attire? The answer, well that could not be readily obtained. Nor could their reasons for deep diving within this sulfur pit stench of envious muck. Instead those answers wo

A sudden discharge of white light sees the sand pile turn to solid glass, before it shatters like a window. She'd perch her lips as she sees that weapon of its wielder rip across the chamber and pin the creature against the back wall. "Well done~" She'd chirp in the most motivational monotone she could offer, but underneath it there was some honest enthusiasm. After all that weapon was bestowed for a very real reason, Brionac seemed to be growing in his clutches quite readily although it still seemed a bit too much for him to handle. It was probably only operating at a sheer percentage of its

Still cradling little Shiina, Morrighan's attention peeled so eagerly toward the newly formed sinkhole. "We did, and yet they always blindly watch the horizon and fail to see what's directly in front of them." The woman continues petting the girl almost like a cat, hearing the sounds of battle in that subterranean pit show that they had found what was inside it. "Hows it coming down there? Having fun?" The woman goads with a smile before looking down to Shiina still riding her lap. "You think they need a hand?" to which the girl would reply with a sharp twist of her head denoting no. That answ

Sat upon the quilt with the little songstress, who was all grins ear to ear she'd lock eyes with Raidou who seemed the most interested. "You know I wont bite that hard..." She tilts her head toward her left shoulder, causing that ivory hair of hers to trickle down off of it in strings. "Why so serious all the time? Its bad for your health." Morrighan's attention twists for her to look at Shiina and share that same chipper smile, raking her hand through the girls hair who chirps in response. "I know you want answers, all want answers. But there are some questions one should refrain from seeking

Sitting on the blanket filled with food the woman looks on and watches all of there little forms of show and tell. It would appear as though she was inspecting them just like the sandwich, learning and understanding all the little things that made them tick. Attack after attack, a block here and a skill there. "Interesting, it seems there are imposed limitations on your abilities." The woman murmurs, without a concern to speak her mind and yet it isn't spoken for their benefit. The volume would elude to as much. The crab detonates into a sudden explosion, proving that they had zero issue dispa

As the group would charge off leaving her and Raidou locked in a staring contest, she'd walk up to him within a foot. "Nice picnic..." Leaning past him and taking a closer inspection, as if there wasn't an inch of concern within her in the slightest. "You all surely seem to know how to eat." That playful exchange before she'd move to the place and take a seat. Grabbing a sandwich and giving it the strangest inspection, even tilting it a couple times. Eventually she works out how its supposed to be 'used' and takes a single nibble, managing a bite down as she'd tilt her head. "So, odd... Quite

Folded arms as she'd eye from the brush, sporting a mischievous smile as her agents had found themselves a moment of relaxation. "It would seem, that your timing impeccable." Her voice would raise as she'd begin to bridge the gap, catching the expressions on some of their faces seem to shift. But her stroll doesn't stop as they seem to adjust, some a little curious and others taken aback. "Now now... best not be hasty." She'd check on as some were attempting to gear up. "But I suggest you continue that thought..." The woman offers as she gestures with a point toward the far end of the beach. "

A tilt of the womans head, the distance between them built again. The wanderer and his allies chose to stand together in what could very well be their final moments, instead of seeking answers to questions. "Well done." The woman offered in a coy tone, just as playful as always. "It seems there is still some fight left in you three. There will be a time for answers, but those answers will be paid on my terms." Morrighan looked on to them and their focused attentions. Her voice carrying into the vacuum at a much greater volume. "Leave this place, and learn patience." The woman twists and for a

A simple walk, as the creatures within this place paid her no mind. They did not seek what she was, and if given the chance they would not be able to harm her like the others. The sudden sounds of footsteps at her back causes her to turn around. Looking plainly at the wanderer, clad in his red robe and grimacing. Clearly putting everything he had into bridging the gap, seeking answers even to his own peril. "You were warned." The woman goads moments before the wave of black seems to make him vanish. Sharpened claws within that mass cutting into his digital skin like paper, yet his wounds closi

A pause as hit after hit behind her casts glows within nothing, like existence where there was none. Light in the darkness, and a dramatic pursuit of truth through roads untraveled. The woman would look over her shoulder to see the three earnestly trying to fight against the tide, the deep nothing that threatened to swallow them whole. Nearly none could walk upon this place unscathed, and their actions were proving that fact. "You all seem so determined, but for how long? Will you sacrifice your life to chase the unknown. Or accept a happy but ignorant bliss. There are some questions that are

Somber footfalls within the walls of the void, with intense and purposeful steps she can hear the yelling and screaming at her back. "Not wise, to walk the halls of nothing." she ushers back but does not turn to face them, this was no place for them to be following behind her, else the void would stare back at them. Celeste seemed the first through and was the first to be attacked by that which whispers within emptiness. They coveted the girls spark, her life and her warmth. It was beyond what they could enjoy for they were not of the place they were accustomed. Instead it was the absence of a

As the players dealt with the newly joined hostile, the woman would continue to back away toward the window pane. Once her back touches the rim, she would turn and place her right hand on it. "Thanks for the aid fare heralds, but it would be best if I were on my way. Fate waits for no man." The irony was not lost on the statement, and as she'd look out the window Morrighan leaps over the side. What follows is a shadow cast on the floor from the moonlight and the sound of beating wings. In an instant, the woman is outside the tower in the grass where they first met eyes but roles reversed.

Watching on as the players would ascend the tower, it wouldn't be but a short instant before the door began to rattle. "Quite quick, I must applaud you." The woman will remark as the door snaps open in a violent display and a shower of splinters. "But, there's one slight problem." She'd remark as she'd turn and point to a door off to her right, letting go of the book she was panning. That door swings open and a familiar face walks through: The witch of the west. Right on queue. "I suppose I will leave you to it." Morrighan goads as she plucks a singular black feather from a table. A twist of h

In the upper floors of the tower the witch had yet to come from up above, but somehow the woman had slipped past all forms of locks that would keep her out. Moving papers about and carefully studying in quick passes. It would be clear she was looking for something, and as she scours she happens upon a book in leather. It had a grim appearance to it, almost demonic in origin. Morrighan scoffs, taking to the cover and flipping it open. Whatever safeguards in place prevented her not. "How, juvenile..." She judged with a murmur. The sudden explosion below causes a hanging lantern to sway. "Would y

The smile remains as she plays silent audience once again. Players seemed to strike hard and fast with the sudden acknowledgement of one of their own in danger. "There's the fire, I knew I saw smoke." The woman bellows to the empty stage, lifting her hands as if this was the final act. "You have served your purpose quite amicably." the white haired woman offers as her gaze shifts to Piasuhon with that same deadened yet plastered smile. It was just as playful as always, but carried with it a sinister connotation. Piasuhon shutters, as black continues to pour out of its eyes and mouth. Its stren

Clicking her tongue as two of the three seemed so readily stuck in a stupor. "I thought ye better then that, hearts on borrow are hearts the same? What strikes the iron that held such ready chains? Armor stained in crimson, and wings clipped? Yet still I find you here? How did you get here? What forces at play could contain you here?" That voice seemed irritated and yet encouraging. Eyes lose their luster as she'd keep her barred smile. "I suggest you aid the immigrant before she finds herself at the mercy of such a creature." She gestures her hand up and both players heads would turn to see a