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hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong · 3 years ago

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Since I'm being forced to run this blog in the first place, lemme ask the others a question!

How similar are we to our parents? You all seem to know them enough so... let us know what you think!

83 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 13:44:38 GMT

Welcome back

Amazing art by @panyum

"YOUR HEAD IS MINE!"

*SLASH!*

That was what was heard as a Phantom version of Rex's servant, Coyolxauhqui deals the finishing blow to Ivan the Terrible. The mighty Tsar could not withstand the lethal blow, and falls to the ground, before succumbing to his wounds.

Ivan: heh, you've done well in defeating me, boy. It takes a lot of strength to stand firm against a mighty enemy such as I. And you've better keep up that strength, if you plan to continue with this journey of your's. Because the other lostbelts will have people like me, fighting hard to keep their world alive. So keep that in mind, as you go on.

Rex stood there, tired from the fight. He breathed heavily as he listened to his fallen enemy's words.

Rex: ....I will. I'll make sure to keep those words in mind.

Ivan: good... that's all I ask of the man who defeated me.

As he says this, he fades away, into dust. Now the Tsar was gone.

Now it was time for Rex to do something very important!

Many of the demonic beasts of this wintery Lostbelt had come, surrounding Rex.

Rex: perfect.... they'll work just fine.

Rex then summoned a Phantom version of Lancelot Berserker, guns at the ready.

It was over quickly, all the beasts gunned down by the Phantom servant. Rex had what he needed.

Grabbing a nearby stick, Rex dipped it in the blood of the beasts and used it to draw what seemed to be a large summoning circle. Then all of a sudden, his communicator started up.

Da Vinci: Rex! There you are! What's happening on your end? How's thing been?

Rex spoke, with clear signs that he was tired from his previous combat.

Rex: I just defeated Ivan the Terrible. He's gone now.

Gordy: you managed to defeat that monstrosity? I guess it's true that you were able to save human history.

Rex: oh now you believe me!

Holmes: well with no proof, it is a tough claim to back up.

Rex: quiet Holmes!

Rex continued on with his summoning circle.

Da Vinci: what're you doing now?

Gordy: shouldn't you be joining the other two to destroy the tree?!

Rex: not yet.... I have one more thing I need to do

It didn't take long for Da Vinci to piece together what Rex was doing

Da Vinci: are you sure about this? Without the briefcase she may not remember you.

Gordy: huh? What are you talking about?

Rex: can't take that kind of risk. The others are in direct combat with Kadoc, risking summoning in the middle of combat is not good.

Gordy: you're going to summon a servant?!

Holmes: not just any servant, likely it's his first: Quetzalcoatl.

Rex: there, finished up.

Rex was looking before him. A large summoning circle made of the dark red blood of the slain demonic beasts.

Gordy: I still have genuine trouble believing that you managed to summon a divine spirit, even if they weren't a full divinity, that's a tall ask for any magus.

Rex: well you're gonna have to believe it, Gordy.

As Rex said this, he was looking into his pockets for the catalyst that allowed him to summon Quetzalcoatl in the first place. But no luck.

Rex: fuck! Where'd it go?!

Da Vinci: what is it? What happened?

Rex: my catalyst, I can't find it!

Da Vinci: oh no....

Rex: now what do I do....?

Gordy: so you're giving up? How sad.

Da Vinci: director!

Gordy: I mean it! After claiming to save human history, he's going to give up now?

Rex: I'm not giving up!

Gordy: then what're you waiting for?!

Rex: fine! I don't need a damn feather anyways!

Rex stood in front of the summoning circle, closed his eyes and started the summoning chant.

Rex: My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the grail's call, and abide by this will and reason, then answer me. I hereby swear. I embody all that is good in the world. I shall defeat all that is evil in the world. Seventh heaven clad in the three words of power! Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!

The circle pulses with intense magical energy, so much so that the very earth shakes and the communicator loses connection to Rex. The familiar pillar of light erupts once again, but much more chaotically then before, followed by dramatic shaking and bursting of energy!

Before it finally releases it's energy, then fading to see a very familiar face.

Quetz: Hola! The goddess Quetzalcoa-

*pause*

Quetz: ...Mi amor?

Rex: it's been a very long time... Mi corazon.

Quetz: *gasp!* MI AMOR!

Then Quetzalcoatl leaps towards Rex in a grapple to hug him, causing the two to fall into the snow. The two were then giggling with joy at being together again, after what felt like an eternity apart.

Rex: it's so amazing to see you again, Mi corazon!

Quetz: si! I was so very lonely without you mi amor!

After a bit of time, the two stopped and stood back up in the snow and Quetz finally processed their location.

Quetz: why all the snow? Is it winter time?

That's when Rex realized Quetz wasn't aware of the situation they were in. Wasn't aware that the world was in danger once again, only far far worse now then before.

Rex: well... mi corazon. I have some... troubling news...

He said as he lowered his head.

Quetz's happiness turned to concern after she heard that.

Quetz: what's wrong? What happened?

Rex: unfortunately.... we have to save humanity once again. This time from a much larger threat then before.

When Quetzalcoatl heard this, she was devastated.

Quetz: eh? Wh-what?! N-no! How could this happen?! You had already defeated Goetia with the others! The world should be safe again!

Tears then started to form on Quetz's face.

Quetz: we-we were supposed to reunite happily... a-and peacefully.... wh-why do we only find each other when the world is in danger....

Rex then hugged Quetz tightly, to comfort her.

Rex: I'm so very sorry mi corazon. I hate that we only seem to find each other in the most terrible of circumstances. But the world is in danger again, and we need to save it.... we cannot let the humanity you love fade away....

Solemnly, Quetz returned the hug.

Quetz: you're right.... it's painful but you're right.

Then Rex slowly broke the hug, held Quetz's hands in his, then started to speak to her.

Rex: but let me promise you one thing.

Quetz: ...eh? What would that be?

Rex: I promise that once this is all over, once the world is well and truly safe. Let's stay together, go somewhere nice and live together, we can even get married!

Quetz's eyes beamed when she heard that.

Quetz: m-m-married! Ar-are you serious mi amor?! You want us to get married?!

Rex: si... I already know you'd make the perfect wife.... so once we finally save this planet for good, let's get married.

Quetz: yes! Yes yes yes! Once this is over, we'll get married! Oh mi amor, you've made me the happiest goddess in existence!

Rex: and you've made me the happiest person alive! I'm so very happy to have met you! Te amo mucho, mi corazon!

Quetz: te amo mucho, mi amor!

Finally the comms started to work again.

Da Vinci: what happened?! Rex, did it work?!

Quetz: Hola Da Vinci! You look younger...

Da Vinci: HOLY SHIT! Rex, you did it!!!!

Rex: of course I did! Nothing can keep us apart for long.

Gordy: well I'll be damned.... you summoned a divine spirit....

Holmes: and he didn't even need the briefcase.

The two were then filled with determination, for the battle up ahead.

Quetz: well don't we have enemies to take care of?

Rex: right! Let's get to it then!

A/N: so there's a remake of the reunion story from way back in the day. I've been meaning to remake for ages, and now here it is! And with extremely lovely art by Pan too! So lovely I'd say it's their best yet! (Or maybe that's just bias speaking since it's my self-ship) but anyways hope you enjoyed the story and the art!

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(Sorry if I've overwhelmed any of you with the tags, but I couldn't have predicted when this was completed)

87 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 00:04:09 GMT

Incoming NP5 Wife!!!!!

They're both on mah days off too! The timing is perfecto!

87 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 05:09:16 GMT

Okay, with all the talk of hot servants and shit I wanna see your guys' top 5 hottest servants!

Me first, obviously!

5. Ibuki Doji

4. Gorgon

3. Vritra

2. Kijyo Koyo

1. Quetzalcoatl!

Also honorable mention: Tiamat

138 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 02:12:48 GMT

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Soulmarks, Part 15

First part

Gotta take a break for exams. I’ll probably still update every once in a while, but I probably won’t be fully back until the 10th. <3

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She fell to her knees, clutching her head.

“Inamovibi-Lady, I am Hawkmoth.”

She needed to shut down. Why couldn’t she? She’d definitely hit her max. Her breath came out in shallow gasps, her eyes stung with tears. Why was she still feeling? Why couldn’t she stop? God, she wanted to stop --!

“The world is a cruel place, but only to people who don’t deserve it. Tragedy only befalls the best of people, and the wicked live without consequences.”

She couldn’t give in. Paris needed her. Any damage she did while she was akumatized would remain. She needed to summon a lucky charm. Her eyes found their way to her yoyo. Should she try and make a lucky charm at risk of being akumatized with it?

No. They would need the yoyo to purify the akuma.

Hopefully she wouldn’t cause too much damage.

“I am giving you the power to finally make them pay for what they’ve done.”

She needed to say no. No one had ever managed it before, but she had to do it. It was her responsibility. She couldn’t get akumatized. She couldn’t. She couldn’t let Paris down.

“They will finally see justice, all you need to do is give me the ladybug and cat miraculi.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. She could hear Adrien running away and had to hope that Tim was with him.

She couldn’t let them down.

“All you have to do is say yes.”

Her fingers dug into her scalp.

Just.

Say.

No.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

He cursed as he skid across the grass, tugging at the yoyo string as he attempted to free himself. The last time he’d been tied up like this hadn’t gone well, and he wasn’t eager for a repeat.

Adrien stood next to Marinette for a second, a shocked expression on his face as she fell to the floor.

“HEY! HELP!” Yelled Tim.

He snapped out of it and ran over. He tried to untie him for a second, then seemed to decide that it was a problem for later as Marinette was engulfed in purple and black smoke. He threw Tim over his shoulder and started running.

They had only gotten a block away before she walked out. Was that even her? Sure, she was still in her Ladybug outfit, but…

Her skin was bleached so pale that it shone in the moonlight, and a wide smile made up half of her face. She swung a giant judge’s gavel. He tensed at just how much the akuma reminded him of a mix of Joker and Harley.

Adrien glanced over his shoulder and picked up speed.

And then Tim watched her swing the gavel in a large arc. It morphed into a yoyo. Her smile stretched ever wider.

Her yoyo hooked around a lamppost nearby and she practically flew to them. Her yoyo detached itself midair and she did a flip that would have made Dick proud as she landed in front of them, a microphone now in hand.

Adrien skid to a stop.

“Hello!” She said without moving her mouth. Her voice boomed through Paris’s streets and people began to poke their heads out of windows. She looked around, her black eyes glittering like beetles, and started talking again when she apparently decided there was enough of an audience: “Don’t you know missing a court date is enough to get arrested?”

“I’m not French, so no,” said Tim awkwardly as Adrien set him on his feet to start detangling himself.

“True! I’ll give you a pardon for that, then. The crimes you were originally going to be tried for, though, I’m afraid can’t be ignored.”

Adrien sighed lightly as he pulled out his baton. “I don’t want to fight you, Nette --.”

“My name is Inamovibi-Lady, thank you.” She twirled the microphone in her hand and it stretched back into her original gavel. “Anyways, your crimes were that you never brought yourself to believe me, even when the truth was right in front of you.”

“I know your defenses, so I’ll tell them to everyone for you. Cheval didn’t listen because he thought I was too good to be true and Chat didn’t want to believe ill of his family.” She gave a fake sniffle and rubbed under her eyes like she was wiping away tears. “Enough to bring a tear to my eyes. If I could cry, of course.”

“But your personal issues don’t give you a warrant to push all your problems on me. Trust me, I’m a judge. I know all about warrants.”

Tim finally managed to get himself out and the yoyo hit the floor at his feet. He could breathe properly again, thank god.

But then she stepped closer, her gavel poised for a hit, and he seemed to forget how to breathe.

“So, your sentence is to live your lives through without anyone ever believing anything you say ever again! Good luck, darlings!”

Adrien brought his baton up to keep her from hitting them, but it seemed they weren’t quite her target. She slammed her gavel on the ground at their feet. A red circle stretched around them and they were engulfed in bright red light. He brought his hands to his eyes as the light threatened to blind him, and when he’d finally managed to open them again she was gone.

Fuck.

They tore through the streets, looking around for Inamovibi-Lady, but she’d completely disappeared.

“Right, her targets are definitely Hawkmoth and Lila.”

“Says who?” Said Adrien, raising his eyebrows. “She can’t fight Hawkmoth without getting deakumatized and Lila has nothing to do with what we did.”

Tim snorted. Really? Like getting deakumatized would stop Marinette from beating up a terrorist and Lila definitely had something to do with his half of the sentence. “Even if you were right, which you’re not, we’d be stupid not to check up on them.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “We’d be wasting our time.”

“This conversation is wasting our time,” hissed Tim, before pressing a hand to his comm. “Hey, we have a problem in France. Ladybug got akumatized.”

“Yeah, now they’re an evil judge,” said Adrien.

Dick had the audacity to laugh. “Marinette? Akumatized? An evil judge? Funny joke, guys.”

“Yeah, she’d never let that happen,” agreed Barbara.

He groaned and let his hand fall back to his side. This was definitely going to be more of a problem than he’d originally thought. No wonder Inamovibi-Lady felt comfortable leaving them to go and enact her revenge. What could they really do? There was no way they could ask for help and even talking to each other was a pain...

They detransformed and they went to Marinette’s parents’ bakery. He needed to get some bread for Kaalki so he could open up a portal. Marinette would probably agree to go through the portal, if only because Joker and Harley were practically inaccessible. The bats might not believe him now, but he had to hope that seeing Inamovibi-Lady would be enough to convince them.

They sat down in a nearby alley to wait for their kwamis to recharge. Adrien didn’t need to do that, but he’d apparently decided that they should stick together.

Their phones buzzed and they frowned at each other as they pulled them out.

Inamovibi-Lady’s face beamed at them from their screens (not that her face seemed to be able to do anything else).

“Hello, Paris! Well, it’s really just my classmates and the police. No matter! Welcome to our second hearing of the night! Our special guest is…” She did a drumroll on her legs before stepping to the side with a wide flourish.

Lila was pressed back against her wall, looking like she’d rather be absolutely anywhere else.

“I was right,” muttered Tim, sending Adrien a glare.

He only got a shrug.

Both of them considered going to save Lila. There was a pretty high chance Adrien knew where she lived, but…

Nah.

“YOU CANT DO THIS! MY MOTHER WORKS FOR THE EMBASSY!” Screamed Lila, pulling their attention back to their screens.

“Your mother isn’t here, now, is she?” She spun her yoyo at her side lazily. “Right, how about you plead your case? Would you like to defend yourself on the whole ‘lying to everyone in your class’ thing or the ‘working for Hawkmoth’ thing first?”

Lila sputtered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t want to talk, huh? Don’t you know that you get a lighter sentence when you plead guilty?”

Her yoyo wrapped around Lila’s neck. The liar gasped and clawed at her throat. Tears began rolling down her face.

“How about you talk?” Said Inamovibi-Lady. “I won’t be giving you another chance to tell your side if you don’t.”

Lila sobbed and continued trying to pull the string off of her neck.

The akuma gave her a few seconds before giving the camera an overexaggerated shrug. “Right, I tried. Every word that comes out of Lila’s mouth is a lie, anyways. You shouldn’t trust her to tell you the sky is blue without pictures... and, who knows, they’re probably photoshopped.”

“On top of that, she works for Hawkmoth. Isn’t that right?”

Lila hung her head.

“Cool! I actually wasn’t sure on the Hawkmoth thing, but it’s great that she didn’t deny it. Come get her, coppers!”

“Unless, of course, she wants to say something. Don’t really think there’s anything she can say to make this better for herself, can’t claim self-defense when your victims can’t fight back, after all.”

Inamovibi-Lady unhooked her yoyo and it morphed into a microphone. She pressed it to Lila’s mouth.

“I’m innocent! You have to believe me!” Her voice boomed around Paris.

The akuma tapped her hand to her chin as if considering it, then shook her head as she brought the microphone to her own lips. “Anyone who believes a word that comes out of your mouth is stupid, but I’ll make it so they can finally trust you! Your sentencing is that you can never lie again!”

“Wait, what?”

She turned it back into a gavel with a wave of her hand and hit the wall right beside Lila’s head and the girl screamed as she was engulfed in light.

The akuma picked up her camera and started out into the streets. “Right! Now that that’s done…” Her eyes narrowed. “I know you’re watching this, Chat and Cheval. I added you to this for a reason. How about we play a game? Hero to hero… and vigilante.”

Adrien and Tim gave each other wary glances.

“I can’t see you, but I’m assuming you said yes! I have three targets that I’m going after tonight. Well, five, but two of those are a bit harder to get to. I’m going to need a little bit of help, could you give me a hand, darlings?”

“Either way, you probably can guess who the third is. Feel free to go over to his place now if you don’t want to use your brains… but, if you want to help the other two, my first target is actually on this call, too! She and I have the same noble rank, and we used to be friends, but unfortunately we just stopped connecting like we used to.”

She winked and the screen went black.

Tim frowned, resting his head on his hand. “Marinette is nobility?”

Adrien shrugged and shook his head.

Tim nodded slightly and rested his head back against the stone. It was definitely a riddle, then, but what did she --?

Wait a minute. Tim had believed him.

That didn’t make sense. He wasn’t supposed to believe a thing Adrien said.

But he hadn’t technically ‘said’ anything.

Tim snapped his fingers and pulled out his phone, typing a few words and then pressing send.

Timberly: Hey, I kissed Nette earlier

Adrien looked down at his phone and raised his eyebrows slightly. He rolled his eyes and typed his answer.

Adrikins: Cool? Not able to say that out loud?

Tim grinned.

Timberly: I could but I found a loophole

Timberly: As long as we’re not speaking out loud people can believe us

Adrien’s eyes widened.

Timberly: Is there a way to have our phones on us when we’re in our suits

Adrikins: Yeah. We just can’t be holding them when we transform.

And then Adrien facepalmed. Tim raised his eyebrows at him and waited for his text.

Adrikins: LADY WIFI.

Timberly: Who

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Next part

Me, frantically scrolling through a wikipedia article on the French Judiciary system: there has to be a pun here SOMEWHERE

This was the best I could do ;-;

I, too, am disappointed by my inability to make a good pun for Akumanette

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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #33: Hans Christian Andersen

Welcome back to Fate and Phantasms, where today we are making Budget Waver, a.k.a. the Author of Legend, Hans Christian Andersen! Hans is a College of Creation Bard from Unearthed Arcana, specializing in reshaping the world however he sees fit and having some extra goodies in his inspiration. As always, there’s a spreadsheet for the build here and a level-by-level breakdown below the cut!

Race and Background

Hans is a human if you want to be totally accurate (or a simic hybrid if you want to be fancy), but because of his stature, we're making him a Lightfoot Halfling. This gives Hans +2 Dexterity and +1 Charisma; Lucky, which lets you reroll nat ones; Brave, giving him advantage on saves against being frightened; Halfling Nimbleness, letting him move through the spaces of larger creatures; and Naturally Stealthy, letting him hide behind medium or larger creatures. Hans would probably argue against his luck, but he’s definitely unflappable in the face of danger.

There’s no better background for Hans than Guild Artisan, which gives Hans proficiency in Insight and Persuasion as well as constant deadlines. Sorry buddy, you don’t get a break even in the Forgotten Realms.

Stats

Put your highest score into Charisma; Hans isn’t easy to get along with, but he can verbally eviscerate a man within five minutes of meeting him. Next is Intelligence; Hans is a bookworm, and one of the few servants who visibly updates himself to the modern era. Third is Wisdom; his greatest strength is reading people faster than they can read his books. After that is Dexterity, followed by Constitution and Strength. Hans isn’t athletic at the best of times, and he’s in the body of a child, so he’s not going to win any Olympic sports any time soon.

Class Levels

1. As stated, you are a bard, giving you proficiency in three skills of your choice, here Intimidation, Arcana, and Performance. You are living proof as to why intimidation is a charisma skill, and the latter two will help with your writing. You also have proficiency in Dexterity and Charisma saving throws.

As a first level bard, you gain Spellcasting using charisma as your spell ability, and Bardic Inspiration, d6s you can hand out to other party members to help them on any d20 roll they might make. These are regained after long rests.

At first level, bards gain two cantrips and four first level spells. Grab Vicious Mockery (duh), Message, Bane to give enemies more dramatically appropriate aiming skills, Cure Wounds because you’re a support caster, Illusory Script to ward of plagiarizers, and Dissonant Whispers as another aspect of your general attitude.

2. At second level, you become a Jack of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to non-proficient skill checks. You also learn a Song (story) of Rest, letting you perform during short rests to add a d6 to any healing your party is already doing.

For your spell this level, grab Heroism and start making your party members true protagonists.

3. Third level bards graduate from their college, and yours is the College of Creation. Creation bards learn to make Motes (pages) of Potential, and all bards gain expertise in two skills. Now, whenever you give inspiration to other party members, an intangible page will follow them around until the inspiration is spent. When the inspiration is used, the page can also be used to add an extra effect, depending on what the inspiration is used for. If it is added to an attack roll, the page explodes, forcing all other creatures within 5′ to make a constitution save or take the roll in thunder damage. If it is added to a save, the page becomes a small piece of armor, granting the user the roll plus your charisma modifier in temporary HP. If it is added to an ability check, they can roll the inspiration die again, and use either roll.

For this round of expertise, we’re focusing on your wit, doubling your proficiency bonus with Insight and Intimidation.

For this level’s spell, grab the ever-useful Enhance Ability for more hero enhancing.

You also can make a Performance of Creation as an action. You can create a nonmagical item within 10 feet of you, as long as that item is worth less than 20 times your level in GP, and is medium or smaller. It lasts a number of hours equal to your proficiency bonus. You can do this once per long rest, or by spending a second level slot or higher. At sixth level you can make Large items, and at 14th level you can make Huge ones.

4. For your first ASI, improve your Charisma for better spells, more inspiration, and more destructive insults. You also learn Mending, to prevent any torn pages, and Skywrite, because that’s another writing-based spell.

5. At fifth level, your Inspiration increases to d8s, and you become a Font of Inspiration, regaining used dice on short rests. For your spell this level, grab Major Image; bringing fictional characters to life is more Shakespeare’s thing, but there aren’t that many third level spells that fit Hans.

6. At sixth level, you become so good at insulting people it acts as a Countercharm, giving them advantage against being charmed if you spend an action doing so. As a creation bard, you can also put on an Animating Performance, turning one large or smaller object into a Dancing Item, whose stat block can be found on the spreadsheet. This object has the same initiative as you, and goes immediately after you in turn order. It can move and react on its own, but it needs you to use a bonus action to command it if your want it to do anything other than dodge. If you’re incapacitated, the item can take actions of its own accord. You can also give someone inspiration using the same bonus action you use to command it. The object remains animate for one hour, or until reduced to zero HP. You can use this ability once per long rest, or more often by burning a third level spell slot. Only one object can be animated this way at a time.

For your spell, grab Sending to help you connect with your critics, as it lets you communicate with creatures who have intelligence scores less than three.

7. Seventh level bards gain fourth level spells, and yours is Greater Invisibility, granting invisibility to a creature that doesn’t depend on them not attacking. You could also just target their clothes, if you’re feeling a bit empirical.

8. Use your next ASI to maximize your Charisma, and learn Freedom of Movement for dramatic escapes.

9. At ninth level, your Song of Rest joins your inspiration as a d8, and you inch closer to your Noble Phantasm when you learn Mass Cure Wounds.

10. Now your Inspiration becomes d10s, you gain another round of Expertise, and your normal spell learning is interrupted by Magical Secrets, two spells from any class. Use this round of expertise to improve your writing with Arcana and Performance. You learn the Light cantrip, as well as Conjure Animals and Enlarge/Reduce. The former will allow you to summon dogs like in The Tinderbox, and the latter will let you play a convincing Thumbelina.

11. There aren’t that many sixth level spells we want, so lets head back and pick up one we missed before. Polymorph is a classic faerie tale spell, and it just wouldn’t be right if we didn’t have it. Princesses into frogs, mermaids into humans, you name it, this spell can do it.

12. Now that charisma is maxed out, use this next ASI to pick up the Observant feat. This adds one to your wisdom, read lips, and gain a +5 bonus to your passive perception and investigation checks.

13. Your Song of Rest once again catches up to your inspiration, becoming a d10 as well. At this level, you gain another classic faerie tale spell, Resurrection. Although not dying may be more Disney’s take than Hans’...

14. At 14th level, all bards get another set of Magical Secrets, and creation bards reach their Creative Crescendo. When you make a Performance of Creation, you can make multiple items, up to your charisma modifier. Only one item can be larger than Small at a time. You’re also no longer limited in value.

For your magical secrets this level, grab Circle of Power to give everyone around you plot armor and Magic Missile for those ever-present caster balls.

15. Your Inspiration increases one last time, becoming d12s. You also gain an eighth level spell, Power Word Stun. Finally, your insults are so devastating they can cause status effects.

16. Use this ASI to increase your Wisdom to better read those you meet. There’s not much else happening at this level, sorry.

17. Your Song of Rest reaches its final stage and becomes a d12 as well. You also learn your ninth level spell, True Polymorph. You can turn a creature into another creature, an object into a creature, or even a creature into an object. If you keep your concentration for a full hour, this effect lasts until it is dispelled. Why not turn a princess into a frog?

18. With your last round of Magical Secrets, pick up Wind Walk and Animal Shapes. The former will allow you and your friends to reenact the ending of The Little Mermaid, while the latter allows you and up to 120 others (though they really have to pack in) become any number of classic faerie tale creatures, effectively giving them all a druid’s beastform for the duration.

19. Use your last ASI for just a bit more Wisdom.

20. For your capstone level, you gain Superior Inspiration. This gives you one more inspiration die if you start initiative without any.

Pros: You have a variety of ways to support your party, from healing, to empowering their abilities to even turning them into situationally appropriate creatures. Being able to literally pull whatever you need to out of thin air also gives you a lot of utility, and having one of the few summon abilities that doesn’t require concentration gives you versatility on the battlefield as well.

Cons: Speaking of concentration, a lot of your spells require it! You’ll have to be careful picking your targets to maximize your effectiveness. Also, your spells can be used on yourself, but more often than not you’ll want to empower and rely on others to do the heavy lifting for you. So play it smart and make sure there’s a Mash around to take the hits for you.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #Hans Christian Andersen #D&D 5e #Fate and Phantasms

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Eredar Lord of the Trifling Gnome: Cracktober 2018

Cracktober was made by @wolfandwild for the warcraft hell discord, where we got a randomized pairing and had to create a Hallow’s End themed fic for em!

I got gelbin mekkatorque and JARAXXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE BURNING LEGION. I played it straight!

“Nissa?”

“High Tinker?”

“When you can wrap up, how about you go on down to help get ready. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve stayed nearly an hour later than we agreed on.”

Gelbin Mekkatorque poked his head out of the siege tank he was in the middle of repairing, looking over at one of his top engineers of the Tinkers Court, Nissa Brightgale. She returned the pointed look right to him. Nissa was a bit younger than him at 94, but an accomplished tinker, and he recognized some of his own stubborn streak in her. Setting her wrench aside, she sat back, hand on her hip.

“I could say the same of you!”

He was caught, and he knew it, chuckling sheepishly. It was the first night of celebrations for Hallow’s End, and there was a feast in Ironforge that night to kick things off. As High Tinker, he’d agreed to represent his people at the event.

With some reluctance.

“I promised I’d make the festival, not the preparations. …And I’ll keep that promise!” He added hurriedly.

Nissa sighed good-naturedly, beginning to collect her things. “I believe you. Just don’t be too late, or the others will have my head!”

The ‘for not watching over you’ went unsaid.

She picked up her bag and looked at him again. “The big dinner starts at seven, ok?” “Seven.” Gelbin repeated duitifully, and Nissa departed with one last firm point in his direction, eyebrows raised.

Gelbin watched Nissa go until she’d disappeared over the rise of the hill, then dropped back inside the hull.

He knew that his poorly-hidden lack of interest in public appearances was talked about in some circles, even if it wasn’t much of a problem in gnomish society. His own people worried about him for other reasons. Since the destruction of their capital, he was hardly ever alone while working in strange or open places if any of his top engineers could help it. Or any of his novice engineers. Or any Tinker’s Court members. Or anyone who happened to be about. Unless he was holed up in his office or at home, there was, not always but often, someone helping him, asking for help, or just puttering around nearby. Anywhere that could possibly be dangerous (or just especially lonely) tended to come with some watchful eyes.

He swore they had to have some sort of chart or calendar on who’d be the one to have a reason to watch him for special nights like this. Gelbin didn’t think he deserved the protective attitude, but if anything that seemed to encourage his citizens’ watchfulness. An official guard might fix the problem, but he just couldn’t stomach the idea of hiring one.

Nissa must have really wanted to go, actually, to have left like that. He wished he’d sent her off sooner.

As for him, he’d make his promise, but not yet. He had work to do, and this year’s events had made that work especially important.

There was a goblin saying that war was good business, and Gelbin didn’t wholly disagree- save that he made his business protecting as many of his people as he could.

This siege engine would have every failsafe, and be better than ever before!

Gelbin was situated in the internal workings of the main engine with his glasses balanced on the tip of his nose, adding redundancies to the cooling lines and lubrication valves for the pistons. Zealous pilots had a habit of trying to push all their machines farther than the specs said was possible, so Gelbin had made a habit of making his machines capable of a bit more than he would write into the specs. The left side was the last side, and he’d be done for the night after that- with any luck he’d be able to keep his promise plus some, and be early.

Gelbin smiled, humming to himself as he measured, fed, and secured the new line.

It was times like this with his whole mind and body focused cleanly on work- good work, that would benefit and protect others, when the guilt that never truly went away was the quietest. If he had his way, not a single soul more among his people would meet an end in war, but as it was.

Well.

Gelbin tightened a bolt on the input valve that would remain closed unless the extra line was needed, running eyes and hands over it to ensure that it was solid.

Suddenly, he was broken out of his little reverie by a racket. It had been so quiet at first that he hadn’t heard it, but now, the ground all but shook with what seemed to be the footfalls of some large creature that was far off but rapidly approaching. A two legged one, by Gelbin’s estimation.

Now, that was odd. Some kind of enemy? He seriously doubted any denizen of the horde could get this far into dwarven territory unhindered, nor be so large. An ettin?

Gelbin figured it was worth a look. As he began carefully extricating himself from the machinery of the tank’s main turbo, the footfalls abruptly came to a stop, seemingly not too far off.

Before he could even come out to properly look, Gelbin heard the call.

“TRIFLING FOOLS, NOT EVEN BUILDING A STRONGHOLD IN THIS STRANGE LOCAL CAN SAVE YOU!”

There was a pause as whoever it was (and who was most certainly not an Ettin) apparently caught his breath, then the yelling continued at an even greater volume. Gelbin could not help but think that this would have been easier on him if he hadn’t stopped so far from the actual gates of Ironforge.

“YOUR ARROGANCE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!”

“FOR THIS FORTRESS”

“WILL FACE”

Ironforge’s would-be assailant then paused for one last breath. While he’d been yelling, Gelbin had gotten a good look at him. It was a man’ari: bright red and half naked, wearing little more than a leather skirt and some decorative armor. When he’d gasped for a second, hands on his knees, he leaned back up to holler at absolute max volume:

“JARAXXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE BURNING LEGION!!!!”

Gelbin was familiar with the name, and the man. He’d been there the last two times this particular Man’ari had been summoned. The only casualty the first time had been the summoner himself, but there’d been a team of 10 or so decent gladiators on hand at the time. The second time, he’d been one amongst the sea of demons they’d faced on the broken shore, and Gelbin had only seen a horde force strike him down early in the fight from afar. Neither time had he faced civilians, and never only one person.

His thoughts had turned first to all his people behind them in the city, preparing for the celebration. Then, they turned to the tank he was still standing in. It could not yet be driven, but many of the weapons were operational. He took a mental inventory of all of them, how close they were, and how easy to activate.

He was glad Nissa had gone on. Assuming a cheerful, pleasant tone, Gelbin spoke.

“No need to yell. No one can hear you around here, not on a night like this.”

“WHO SAID THAT! SHOW YOURSELF, COWARDLY INSECT!” the Eredar lord snarled, looking around furiously.

Gelbin waved cheerfully from where he was standing, completely unhidden, in the cockpit of the tank.

Jaraxxus looked down at him, almost cartoonishly shocked.

He looked haggard, and had early snow covering his legs nearly to the knee. Gelbin wondered what poor sod had summoned him, and how far he’d walked to get here. And how he’d managed to walk here at all without being intercepted.

He hoped the summoner hadn’t been another gnome. Wilfred Fizzlebang had been a criminal and a thoroughly unpleasant man, but he’d been one of Gelbin’s citizens, and as such his responsibility nonetheless.

As Gelbin had been thinking this, Jaraxxus had been looking at him, in turn. For the fel lord… sensed something. Gelbin looked a lot like the trifling gnome who’d summoned him before, and yet…

Something was different. There was power in this tiny man.

Jaraxxus could sense the aura of a man who’d soldiered on unending hardship. Despite being forgotten. The aura of a man who’s model hadn’t been updated in 14 years. A man who, while all the other leader’s fancy models were at level 93 in Siege of Orgimmar, was a 123 elite. Instinctively, Jaraxxus knew that no matter where he went and found this gnome, he’d still be a level 123 elite.

Gelbin saw the look on his face and raised his eyebrows.

The fel lord stammered, still yelling. “IS. ARE YOU THIS PLACE’S ONLY DEFENSE?”

Why not? Gelbin nodded cheerfully. “I am.”

“I. I SEE.”

Jaraxxus looked around. He looked at the tank. He looked at Gelbin.

“Would you like to come into the workshop? It’s a cold night.”

“IF. YOU. WOULD LEAD ME WILLINGLY INTO YOUR STRONGHOLD, I WOULD INVITE SUCH A FOOLISH ERROR.”

Gelbin hopped down from the tank and began walking briskly towards the workshop (and importantly, not towards the city). Jaraxxus gave a look to all the guns that Gelbin just cheerfully abandoned as if they gave no advantage at all and followed stiffly, clearly completely at a loss of what to do besides obey.

Gelbin kept his pace normal as his field workshop came into view, and confidently strode in first.

And as the door opened, Gelbin stepped to the side and onto one of several buttons just behind it.

Immediately as Jaraxxus came in behind him, one of the security systems he’d developed kicked into action. In mere seconds, the prototype legion operative trapping device (or P.L.O.T. device) sent fel-guided restraints around his legs and arms with legendary dwarvish precision. There was even a gag! Jaraxxus fell to the ground with a furious (but muffled) yell, and wiggled around to no avail.

Gelbin put his hands on his hips. Worked perfectly, first time! Pays to be prepared. He thought with satisfaction.

He kneeled beside Jaraxxus, who glared daggers at him from where his face was squished against the floor, continuing the muffled tirade.

“Sorry about that, but I can’t have a Legion invasion in my city. Wait here.” Gelbin said, then hurried off towards Ironforge, ignoring the muffled threats from behind the door.

He had to get help for this, and he knew just who to ask.

Gelbin wound through the crowded square, dodging groups of gnomes, dwarves, and alliance races of all kinds without too much difficulty. He was stopped several times, but with a little small talk, slipped away.

He found the queen near the announcing stand. She was kneeling beside her son, Dagran, fixing a piece of his costume that had fallen loose. Gelbin wasn’t entirely sure what the lad was supposed to be- part of it looked like armor, but he also looked to be on ‘fire’ with some paper flames. Finishing fixing it, Moira patted Dagran on the head, and he ran off with the other children. She stood and looked to Gelbin.

“He couldn’t decide whether to be a paladin or the new fire-lord, so he did both. Made it himself, ‘cept for the armor.”

“He’s a creative one!”

“That he is.” Moira turned to him with a smile, then noticed his expression. She was immediately alert.

“Has something happened?”

“In a manner of speaking. It’s under control, and I don’t want any commotion, but… I could use your advice.”

Moira nodded. “Let’s be discreet, then. We’ll talk more outside.”

Gelbin followed behind her as she strode calmly, but with purpose, out towards the gates. This time, there were fewer questions. She was a true statesman, Moira. Her very presence always seemed to communicate exactly what she intended it to. It was a shame how dwarvish prejudice had limited her.

Once they were outside in the crisp autumn air and, after nodding to the guards, had made their way out of earshot, she turned to him again.

“Alrigh’, what’s the nature of this emergency.”

“Well, we’ve had a bit of an invader.” Gelbin began. “He was pretty easily caught, but… well. I think you’d better see this one for yourself.”

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Moira squinted at the bound demon. Said demon wiggled around, yelling something unintelligible behind the gag.

“Kinda’ skinny, fer eredar.”

Gelbin looked at ‘Jaraxxus’ again. He had a hard time thinking of any of the hulking draenei as small, but on closer inspection, he was indeed kind of scrawny compared to some warriors of his kind Gelbin had seen.

“I think he was a summoner, mainly, unless he was holding back for some reason the previous two times we encountered him.”

“And you don’t know when he was summoned, or by who, or where he came from?”

Gelbin shook his head. “Didn’t really wait. And I have a feeling he won’t be quite in the mood to tell us, at the moment.”

Jaraxxus wiggled angrily again, spitting what was probably curse-words (whether just rude or a literal curse) through the gag. Moira regarded him for a moment, then turned and smiled exaggeratedly unpleasantly at Gelbin, winking once out of Jaraxxus’ line of vision. He nodded back, affecting an especially careless attitude.

“And it can’t escape?”

“Oh, no, don’t worry. This P.L.O.T. device is specially designed for fel-containment.”

“Then I think, High Tinker, that you ought to leave him here and enjoy the feast. We can have some of his ex-compatriots tell us all about him later, I think.”

Gelbin smiled at the title. “Well, that sounds like a plan, Queen Reagent.”

“Wonderful.” Moira drawled almost comically maliciously. “You shouldn’t let something so… small spoil the night.”

“Of course. “

And they shut the door on the now furiously wiggling fel lord without further discussion.

At the feast, Gelbin couldn’t quite forget their captive demon, but Moira was the same as ever, a master at acting as if nothing at all was amiss. He tried his best to emulate her. They’d had a more serious talk outside, and determined that there really was no risk in leaving him a bit longer, so he knew he shouldn’t worry, but it felt strange to say the least. He was sure some of his friends could tell he was nervous.

After the feast concluded, Moira found the remainder of the council to let them know, and Gelbin set about contacting Velen to see if they could arrange for someone who knew Jaraxxus to come and advise them. He supposed it was lucky that it had been him who’d found Jaraxxus first. All the leaders of the allied races of the Alliance had some form of contact, he could contact Velen without delay on his magic missive sendulator (or MMS). He felt a bit bad, though. It was generally understood that the Prophet and his people were on a sort of vacation after finally being freed of the thousands of years of being under the legion’s shadow. But it had to be done. The three hammers were already scrabbling a bit on whether to keep or kill him, and Moira had to firmly remind them that Jaraxxus was Gelbin’s prisoner, not theirs.

They’d all gone together to the office only to find the fel lord sound asleep on the floor, snoring noisily. After Falstad woke him with an all-too-gleeful kick, a small group of Dwarvish and gnomish mages and guards who had been gathered to escort him confiscated his armor and transferred him to the Ironforge prisons used for high-profile and political prisoners.

Since this was bound to alert the city, Gelbin and Muradin had been tasked with announcing everything. As such, there was a sizable amount of onlookers by the time the furious fel lord was taken through the city, but the extreme restraints seemed to satisfy, and besides assorted congratulations (especially from gnomes) and one scolding from an understandably worried Nissa, the transfer went on without a hitch.

Once he was in, his bindings were removed with a bit of magic, and he immediately began shouting again. The “YOU FOOLS, YOU’VE ONLY BROUGHT ME INTO YOUR STRONGHOLD” and “YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH!” and such were stoutly ignored as everything was secured and prepared.

“Now, we’ll treat you humanely, you wretch, despite the trick of leavin’ ya in the office for the feast.” Moira told him, after rapping on the bars to get him to shut up.

“You’ll have dinner, and tea. We aren’t monsters like your lot.”

In protest of Jaraxxus’ outfit, which was truly miniscule when his armor had been taken from him, Muradin had also had someone go and find him the largest shirt they could- a flannel made for a very fat dwarf. The result was that it was wide enough, but still far too short for him. The pants they offered were rejected with disdain.

The sight of the eredar lord in a plaid shirt that barely covered his ribs and a leather miniskirt miserably eating a bowl of soup was almost enough to make Gelbin laugh, and Falstad didn’t even try not to, rolling with mirth as soon as he saw him.

What a night.

After only two days, Velen arrived at the city with an artificer he’d found that knew Jaraxxus on Argus and had agreed to come named Aayel, and three of his guard. The unique situation had lent itself to expediency, and so they’d traveled to Stormwind via portal, then taken the tram. Also in attendance were Gelbin and the Council. They all met in the royal hall of Ironforge, not the prison; something that was made possible by Gelbin’s busy work over the last few days. He’d been making magical restraints specially designed for man’ari, and the result was a sour faced Jaraxxus seated before them with one of Moira’s teacups, frowning but otherwise unrestricted except for relatively unobtrusive bands around his ankles and wrists, and a collar.

(Nissa had suggested putting a ring on it, but Gelbin had flatly denied on principle.)

He was wearing a different shirt today, and that first one had apparently been truly hard to find in girth, because this one was even smaller. The effect when combined with the suppressor bands and the same leather skirt was enough to make Falstad collapse in laughter a second time. Gelbin was sure the image would be seared on his eyeballs for at least a week.

“I can see why you asked us to bring clothes.” Artificer Aayel sneered as the envoy entered.

When they were all settled and had been awkwardly served tea, Moira nodded at the artificer. “So you know this so called Eredar lord Jaraxxus?”

“Jarasum.”

“Jarasum?”

Aayel nodded. “His name. I won’t humor that disgusting man’ari foolishness.”

Jaraxxus scowled at her. “Jarasum is no more!”

“His hair is no more, that’s for sure.”

“YOU INSOLENT TRAITOR!”

“Silence!” Velen said firmly, and both fell quiet. “Please, artificer, tell us what you know about him.”

“Easily.” Aayel nodded. “This traitor was Archimonde’s lapdog. A grand Vizier of the Augari, who specialized in summoning and teleportation.”

“My skills are NOT so limited, you wretch!”

“Oh, right. And some pretty shit fire magic.”

Jaraxxus- or should it be Jarasum?- scowled at her, but said nothing more to defend himself. Muradin and Velen nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“Who summoned you, and where are they now?” Velen asked next. Behind him, Aayel scowled and gestured threateningly.

Jarasum leaned back nervously, suddenly quick to answer.

“A vile wyrmtongue who was left behind on this planet missed its leaders so that it summoned me to help it, or perhaps to suffer here with it. I do not know. I killed it immediately after summoning, of course.”

“That seems to be typical for you.” Gelbin remarked. “Of course it is! I am the summoner, not the summoned! It is an ultimate insult!”

“A suitable one for you, you worm!” cried Aayel. “You’ve become more demon than man, no better than your pets!”

This time, Moira interrupted them, with a sharp “OY!” Then (after a withering, matronly look) she turned politely to Velen.

“We have some questions of our own.”

“Of course.”

“We didn’t have much trouble catching him, but can you tell us anything about the risk, or what you think should be done?” Gelbin asked.

“Well.” Velen said calmly, “I do not think he is any more risk than what you have seen. He can come back with us… or he could remain here.” Privately, Velen didn’t want to deal with this, and hoped his offer would be accepted. “He could work here, instead of being our prisoner. A form of community service, maybe.”

Gelbin looked around, then nodded. “Fine with me. I don’t want to burden you at a time like this, and I suppose we could use the extra hands about now.”

”Do you have a way to ensure safety?”

“I’ve clearly been restrained.” Jarasum snarled, waving a hand.

Velen turned. “This reminds me. What is the nature of these restraints, High Tinker?”

“Ah! Made those myself for this. Well, they’re first and foremost silencers of magic.” Gelbin adjusted his glasses. “But there is also a security protocol! If he tries and takes one of those off, the rest will shock him with what I estimate to be just about three times as much power required to destroy his current physical form. And if he gets any ideas and, through whatever means, my own heart stops…”

Gelbin flicked his eyes to his captive, catching him looking at him. When their eyes met Jaraxxus’ eyes widened, ears flicking back. Gelbin addressed him.

“It’ll be just about four-point-five times as much. Got it?”

“Maybe the ugly blighter wants that!” Cried Falstad. “So he can pop up somewhere else, free!”

Artificer Aayel shook her head. “No, I think not. The legion is disbanded. Returning could take millennia now, and there’s no way to know.” She gave Jarasum a hard stare. “He got very lucky, and he knows it.”

“Maybe it was fate.” Velen added serenely.

Aayel didn’t even glance at him, maintaining her glare. “Even you aren’t stupid enough to try that. And if you are, it just means we’ll likely never have to deal with you again. You’re lucky to have been summoned at all, but even luckier that it was nowhere near Azuremist, or you’d be back in the nether right now.”

Velen put a hand on her arm. “Still, it’s better to have him unquestionably under watch.”

She relented immediately. “Of course, Prophet.”

“And things often happen that are unexpected, but important.” His calm gaze turned to Jarasum, who met it, although suitably cowed. “Don’t think I don’t remember you, Jarasum. You were a good student, and loyal. That loyalty led you astray, but all is not lost. I have seen many things, in the past few years. There are ‎Nathrezim‎ in the army of the light.”

Velen turned towards Artificer Aayel somberly. The whole room was quiet. The prophet had the sort of aura that made people serious when he spoke.

“Aayel is right. You are very lucky. Do not let this chance go to waste. It is your choice.”

Jarasum looked at the floor sourly. “I will… not attempt escape.”

“More than I expected to hear.” Velen said, rolling with the lackluster statement as if he had expected it, actually. He looked at Gelbin.

“Tell me if he’s too much trouble.”

“I don’t expect he will be, Prophet. Thank you for coming all this way, and for your guidance.”

“Of course.”

And having given a satisfactory verdict that would keep Jaraxxus out of his hair, Velen nodded, and Aayel and their small guard of three immediately began preparing to leave as if he’d given a signal.

Falstad piped up again. “Wait, now. We keepin’ him? Where will the big lug sleep?”

Everyone paused for a moment.

“I have a spare room.” Gelbin said.

Jaraxxus shrugged. “I have no objections.”

“Are you confident in those bonds?” Aayel said sternly.

“I am.”

“And I’m even more confident in the guard of the city.” Moira added.

“Then do as you will.” Aayel shrugged.

And with that, the Draenei envoy set off, headed by Velen. It was time he took his leave to return to his vacation, happy with the outcome. He had some parties to get to of his own.

Gelbin led them to his house, flanked by a squad of tinkers.

“So I am no prisoner?”

“Nope! Although I suppose if you didn’t want to stay with me you shouldn’t have agreed to. I can’t imagine the council will just let you go harass someone else at home.”

“And if I decide to conquer this whole wretched place?”

“Then I’d imagine you’ll have some trouble in the city. I think it’s safer for us that you’re in here, instead of the opposite.”

Jarasum only grunted.

After getting him set up, they ended up with the fel lord sitting stiffly at the table while Gelbin looked awkwardly at him, wondering if he could leave him here and go work tomorrow, and if he’d want dinner, and if the 3 or 4 gnomes he estimated were currently outside would knock soon.

“Why keep it up?” Gelbin finally had to ask.

“What do you mean.”

“The whole…” he waved a hand vaguely. “’Eredar lord of the burning legion’ business. Why not just… give it up? The legion was destroyed.”

“I would not ‘just give it up’. It was the path and title I chose.”

“It doesn’t seem like it got you anything worth holding onto. You went from being a respected, well liked vizier to. Well, no offense, but...” Gelbin gestured again.

“I was never well liked.” Jarasum replied flatly.

“Oh. Well then. From a respected, disliked Grand Vizier to a disrespected, hated, and subjugated failure of a demon, then. Suppose trying to pick the winning side didn’t exactly turn out for you.”

Jarasum sat bolt upright, smacking his fists petulantly on the table.

“I was NOT picking the winning side!” he cried, suddenly angrier than Gelbin had ever seen him in his interrogation. He stood, hands still in fists, although he made no moves towards Gelbin.

“I served Archimonde, Master of the Augari! I was a prized student! He demanded the best, and I gave the best! He did what he did for knowledge, and I followed! I was unwavering! I did- I did not CHOOSE the winning side! I AM NO SPINELESS, OPPORTUNISTIC WORM!”

Jarasum looked down at him with a truly indescribable look on his face. Gelbin wasn’t sure if he was going to try and set him on fire or burst into tears.

“I WAS LOYAL!”

He stamped a hoof on the floor petulantly and flung himself back in the chair again, head in his hands.

“I WAS LOYAL TO HIM! I NEVER FALTERED!”

Gelbin watched this outburst, for once at a complete loss. He could almost understand it, which frightened him. Loyalty. Where had loyalty to a man he’d trusted gotten him?

Gelbin tried for a second to imagine how things might have turned out if Thermaplug was the boss, but the thought was so terrible that he immediately backtracked, shuddering. He looked up again at Jarasum. The man had never looked so pathetic, worn and small.

Gelbin sighed.

He had to stop wishing to give people second chances so easily.

He leaned back, putting his head in his hand. “You haven’t messed up half as much as me, I assure you. I had a hand in my whole species’ near-extermination.”

When he only got a glare, he laughed. “What, don’t believe it? We’re going to need coffee for this.”

“What is coffee?”

Gelbin’s eyebrows raised. “Cream and sugar in yours, then.”

Gelbin served them both and sat at the table, and then followed a candid explanation of the whole saga of Sicco Thermaplug. Jarasum listened like he couldn’t believe Gelbin’s candidness.

“And this really happened as you say?”

“Ask anyone. Or several anyones- better sample size.”

“Hm.”

Jarasum headed off to the guest room uncharacteristically quietly.

The next morning, Gelbin woke before dawn, as always. On his way to the kitchen, he paused by the guest door, and was met with cacophonous snoring from the other side. Well, it was only four AM. Grabbing some toast and coffee, he wandered out the door… to find two members of Gnomish special ops seated on either side of it. He recognized them immediately as Jarri Sparkflight, 38, and Fredrik Lockbolt, 72.

“What is this?”

Jarri saluted. “Third watch of the night, sir. Don’t worry about our health!”

“I’m not- I mean, I’m glad, but that’s-“ Gelbin rubbed his nose, sliding his glasses up his face. “How long do you intend to be here?”

“Until he leaves, sir!” Fredrik chirped.

“Then we’ll follow him.” Jarri added.

Gelbin sighed. “I’ll just go get him now, then.”

Unfortunately, he got no respite when he’d gathered Jarasum and headed to the yard. There was a cloud of Gnomeregan citizens waiting as Gelbin, an irate Jarasum and his new chaperones rounded the hill. Jarasum was fully dressed, for once- but barely. He seemed to have an allergy to weather-appropriate clothing, and had somehow arranged the robes he’d been left with to show most of his chest.

The watch continued as he oversaw various projects, as he held meetings, and then even as he started on work projects of his own. In fact, he wasn’t sure, but the number of people around them might have increased throughout the day. And through it all, Jarasum stood awkwardly by, watching everything with a frown. He was told several times by both Gelbin and other tinkers (much less politely) that he wasn’t required to stay, but he refused each time. Gelbin kept catching him staring intensely at him as he did things.

Gelbin decided to ignore him as he worked on assembling a prototype mechanostrider. He could feel eyes on him, but refused to be deterred, and eventually became so engrossed in the task that he forgot that Jarasum was even there.

That is, until a red face appeared on the other side of the machine. Gelbin glanced up, lifting his visor, to find Jarasum kneeling so he was at Gelbin’s height and eyeing the gun.

“What is this.”

Gelbin could almost appreciate the blunt request. “A vehicle of my own invention! Thinking of adding a flamethrower option.”

“Arcane fire?”

“No, just propellants.”

Suddenly, Jarasum lifted the strider a little with one hand. Gelbin looked over in surprise, then turned back- the angle was better.

“Arcane flame lasts longer.”

“It requires a certain kind of user, though.”

Jarasum nodded. “The worthy.”

Gelbin sighed. “I think I’ll stick with the lowly chemical methods, for now.”

And so began their new arrangement. Virtually anywhere Gelbin went, especially at first, there was a whole entourage with them. At work, in public, and even at home- although he tried multiple times to convince them it was un-needed. Jarasum himself was dismissive at first, but eventually began to help more, even (although Gelbin suspected it might have been a ploy by his tinkers to get him away from Gelbin) working on his own.

In spite of himself, Gelbin was also learning more about Jarasum. He had no real ‘inside voice’, for one, and even when inside his words tended… to carry. He was also a truly voracious student. The only time he’d ‘escaped’, being nowhere in sight when Gelbin left a meeting, Gelbin had been pointed to the archives of Ironforge. There he’d found Jarasum reading, gnomish guards in tow. How he’d been permitted inside was unclear, but he’d managed it, and returned there often afterwards to read about a dizzying array of subjects. Magical theory was a clear favorite, but Gelbin still wasn’t sure if there was a theme to his interests beyond that. He’d read anything. Eventually, he’d managed to convince the librarians to let him take some books home.

The spare room was kept spotlessly clean, but Jarasum had a habit of setting the book he was reading down and then leaving it there, then starting another and leaving it, until there were half read books scattered throughout the house. Gelbin wasn’t sure how he kept up with them all. Gelbin noticed that for some reason, almost all the books left sitting on the tables and counters were engineering manuals, and Jarasum’s comments on his work had improved in both relevancy and depth surprisingly quickly. Gelbin found himself explaining things as we went, and found to his surprise that Jarasum’s unique Augari perspective actually helped him think of a new solution to a problem on several occasions. Soon, they were something approaching partners in builds. Jarasum even began to have similar interactions with other engineers who could look past his ‘unique’ manner of speaking.

It had also become apparent that the getup they’d found Jarasum in was not just assigned by the legion. He eschewed pants of all kinds, and Gelbin suspected that he’d only switched to long skirts and robes over short ones because of the fast-approaching Dun Morogh winter. Whenever there was a possibility of making his outfit more revealing, Jarasum took it.

There were constant complaints from Jarasum that he couldn’t use magic, and only slightly less constant grandstanding, but overall, things weren’t as chaotic as they could have been.

Things changed suddenly for the first time a few weeks later, while a team was working on a siege tower further from the city than usual. Gelbin had been welding, Jarasum had been messing with a gun, and and Nissa had been glaring at Jarasum, when an engineer had called out in alarm.

Off where they were pointing was the offending creature- a yeti! Their scout aimed their gun, but before they could shoot, they were interrupted by:

INFERNO!

Everyone looked in the other direction to see Jarasum, posing as if casting a spell. Nothing happened. He snarled at his bracelet, then… tackled the yeti.

The scout was first too shocked to shoot, then collapsed laughing as an angry eredar hoofed the Yeti in the head, sending it scrambling off into the hills in fear.

After that, things became easier with his tinkers, though Gelbin couldn’t tell if the change was from increased trust due to the intent of Jarasum’s actions, or good humor from how ridiculous they were.

The second time that things changed suddenly was the beginning of December. Gelbin was going to check in with his team in Gnomregan, and he was bringing a special headlight for one of their vehicles while he was there. Jarasum had tagged along, and Gelbin found he didn’t mind. Jarasum had definitely taken a shine to him, and things had become eerily comfortable over the last few months.

As he hopped off his strider, the air was cold and still.

It was… still?

Gelbin stopped in his tracks, dropping the bulb. Luckily it didn’t shatter, sinking into the deep winter snow without a sound. He felt Jarasum stop beside him, hoof-steps coming to a halt when they were in line with each other.

No one was with them! But he’d not been left alone in a trip to Gnomeregan’s halls since the city fell. Which meant…

Gelbin looked up at Jarasum in shock, pushing his glasses up his nose a bit. The gaze was met, then broken, as his apparent bodyguard shuffled in confusion, looking at the bulb, then at Gelbin again, then at the ground.

“You dropped that.”

“You’re my guard!”

“What?”

“Haven’t you noticed? We’re alone! I suppose my tinkers trust you.”

Jarasum looked down at him imperiously. “I don’t care what they think.”

“Well, I do! Come here a second.”

Obliging despite his tone, Jarasum leaned down to Gelbin’s height. This maneuver put him nearly prostrated on the ground, but he’d gotten it down pat by now, kneeling on his long skirts in the snow.

The inquisitive look he gave Gelbin quickly turned to shock as he reached over and, with a click, undid one of Jarasum’s magical dampeners.

“If they trust you, I do.”

One by one, Gelbin removed the rest of them from the shocked man, then started gathering up the bands from the snow. Jarasum remained kneeling there, frozen in place.

“Honestly, I already did, but I didn’t want to have anyone freak out and fire at you, cause a scene, you know-“

Gelbin was interrupted by a tentative hand on his shoulder. He looked up just as an eredar face moved down, and ended up head-butting him on the forehead. After a beat Jarasum quickly backed away, falling back to sit in the snow and…. blushing. He turned a deep plum color when he did, Gelbin noted.

“Thank you.” Jarasum said, finally, scooping up the bulb as he stood up.

“Of course. I trust you won’t betray my, well, trust?”

Jarasum just shook his head furiously and began marching abruptly up the way, still blushing.

Gelbin put the bands in his pockets, a little confused, and followed.

“I made a mistake earlier.”

It was later that same night, and they were sitting in Gelbin’s tiny living room. Gelbin was picking at some biscuits and reading a new proposal for a type of jet propulsion system, and Jarasum had been in the middle of a book of magical theory that he’d begged from one of Ironforge’s more lenient magic-practitioners. He was still looking at it even as he spoke.

“Or. Well. I didn’t make one. It was not the time. Not that I ever had any issues with power balance before. But it would be in poor taste, still. I think.” His tail swished agitatedly.

Gelbin sat up. “Wait, wait. What was this mistake?” He couldn’t think of anything evil that had happened since officially (if a little prematurely) releasing Jarasum from parole, but he’d never heard him ramble like that. Not so quietly, anyway.

Jarasum looked at the book with an unreadable expression for a second.

“Headbutting you.”

“Oh. Well, that was hardly an issue. You didn’t hurt me a bit.”

“No.” Jarasum’s face scrunched, frustrated.

“No?”

“Come here.”

“Alright,” Gelbin chuckled, slightly bemused, and moved to hop off his chair, but was stopped.

“No. Wait. Stay there.”

Gelbin stayed. Jarasum sat up and came to sit before him on the floor, so their faces were at about the same height. He stared at Gelbin for a moment with intense focus.

Then he kissed him on the nose.

He leaned back again almost immediately, and there was a long moment in which neither man moved. Slowly, Jarasum’s face grew more and more plum colored.

“WAS THIS AMENABLE.” he shouted abruptly, directly in Gelbin’s face.

Gelbin blinked a few times. “Yes. Uh. It was.”

They looked at each other for a minute, Gelbin taking and losing bets with himself of how purple Jarasum’s face could become.

“Do you need some time to process this?” he offered after a minute.

“YES I DO. GOODNIGHT.” Jarasum bellowed again, and then stood up and scurried to the guest room.

What a night.

Gelbin had some thinking to do as well.

The next morning involved several heartfelt talks, lots of heartfelt yelling, and in the end, both men were late to show up to work.

It was a cold evening, and the first feast of Winter’s Veil was set for that night in Ironforge. But outside in the machine yard, two people were not quite yet ready for the festivities. A large, bright red man’ari, slightly under-dressed for the weather, was fiddling with a gun attachment, occasionally handing tools to the other man, inside the tank. They’d made a promise to show up, but not quite yet. The air was crisp and still, broken only by their voices from time to time.

Yes, all was peaceful…… until, suddenly they were disturbed by a sound. A sound of encroaching chaos. None other than an inquisitor demon was cackling its way up the path leading to the city, and monologuing to itself in such a way that neither man could miss it.

“Aha… the fools.. as they have grown fat and stupid in celebrations… I have waited. Their souls will be my feast. I see them all. Every man woman and child will-“

“TRIFLING, INSIGNIFICANT CREATURE.”

The inquisitor demon sensed a fel presence, confusingly very faded but still noticeably eredar, almost as soon as it heard Jarasum. It looked a bit confused as it saw him- he made quite a figure in two separate layered plunging neck robes, welding gloves, and an enormous and obviously home-made knitted scarf- but quickly perked up.

“Jaraxxus! Lord! We have found each other! Join me in desecrating this place and we will work together to take our new place over these-“

The demon was cut off again, by some familiar, absolute max volume bellowing.

“INFERNO!!!”

When the inquisitor had been satisfactorily incinerated, Jarasum looked down proudly from where Gelbin’s head was poking out of the tank, watching the embers of the demon fade from this plane with interest. He was blatantly hoping to impress.

“Nice shot. I can only take one occurrence like you, I think. Pass me the spanner?”

“As if that hideous creature could take my place.” “You have me there.”

Jarasum returned primly to his seat on a stack of tires, passing the spanner. He got a kiss on the knuckles as payment before both men returned to their tasks. If they hurried, they wouldn’t miss the banquet, as promised, and would be allowed to join in the drinking afterwards with friends.

I already have a new place, thank you very much. he thought smugly to himself as he picked up the attachment again.

POST SCRIPT (SLIGHTLY NAUGHTY)

On a beach in Tanaris, the sun shone warmly as waves lapped softly at the shore. Seated on a beach chair in a colorful robe and swim trunks was Prophet Velen himself, and several other draenei were relaxing or playing in the water nearby.

He was awakened from the nap he’d drifted into while laying there in the sun by a little chime. He lifted his Gnomish Magical Missive Sendulator (or MMS), and with a press of a button, the High tinker’s nervous voice came tinnily through the speakers. He seemed to be shouting.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOUR FOLK GO INTO HEAT?!?!”

“Why would I tell you this?” Velen asked in confusion, sitting up and pulling down his sunglasses. “Do you not?” “OF COURSE I DON’T! WHY WOULD- …Hm, that’s an interesting discussion for later, actually.”

There was only one situation Gelbin could be in to warrant this conversation. Velen took advantage of his distraction to cut in. “You can ignore him if you’d like. He won’t die if left lonely for it, no matter what lies he told you.”

Velen could almost hear a dismissive hand-wave through the gnomish device. “No, no, he hasn’t been coercive, Rather the opposite, actually. Just a little…..…. loud.” Gelbin finished awkwardly.

There was a short pause.

“About how long will this last?”

“Around two days. Slightly more when alone, but it should not make much difference.”

There was another pause. Velen could almost feel Gelbin thinking through the line.

“Slightly?”

“Do not worry yourself over it.”

“Well. You know. …Efficiency.”

“Are you asking if it would be more efficient to aid him?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.” Velen allowed himself a slight pause before adding, impishly: “Slightly.”

He waited smugly through one last silence.

“Any tips?”

“He doesn’t have to… I think you say, be on the top?” Velen explained, masterfully hiding his amusement.

“U- Understood.”

The sound of someone furiously scribbling something.

“I have to go. Thank you for the… help, prophet.”

“Of course. Happiness in the joining.” Velen replied, then hung up before Gelbin could react, chuckling to himself.

As he set aside the MMS, a lightforged woman walked up with a strawberry daiquiri in each hand. She handed Velen one. “Is everything alright, Prophet Velen?”

“When one has faith, everything is.” Velen sighed happily, taking the frilly drink.

#world of warcraft #jaraxxus #gelbin mekkatorque #cracktoberfest2018 #fanfic #im so sorry #dirty joke at the end

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Chapter 9: the sunny dragon makes its move and the first day of class

After a prank well played and a trip to the dorms for a shower. And a change of clothes Naruto headed to his library to get some casual reading done. A few hours later, Kurama walked in and hopped into his lap. "Brat we need to talk." Kurama communicated through their bond. Naruto waited for the fox to continue as he got comfortable. "I know you sensed whatever was in that bunker it felt like the other three signatures we felt when we came to this world, but this one is fading. I would say that this person has about a year or two left at best. What do you want to do about it? This could be the time to complete one of the projects you were working on."

However, before Naruto could give his answer, the door was blown off the hinges by a furious blonde dragon. Running over to Naruto, she lifted him by his collar. Cocking her arm back for a blow. with red in her eyes, she growled." explain what you did to my sister now!"

"Ah, you mean the seals I used or do you mean the training because I don't understand what you're so mad about."

Yang was about to punch naruto for his answer when a red missile tackled into a book shelve the enraged dragon yelling," Yang no it's a misunderstanding!"

"gahh, Ruby, what do you mean!" Yang wheezed out ribs now hurting due to the slight girl's impact. and the books that fell on the pair.

Seeing the mess, he would now have to clean up and lamenting the fact that he could not use his clones lest he shows even more of his hand. Naruto let out a long sigh and slapped a seal on the two using his chakra with just a touch. Quickly using the halve ram seal the girls found themselves sitting in seiza hands behind their backs and unable to move. Naruto Pinched the bridge of his nose. He was determined to get to the bottom of this as the rest of team RWBY walked in.

Naruto pointed to the only level headed ones in the room." explain now please the princess."

"Well, when we finally made it back to our room after learning how to walk no thanks to you again. Ruby explained her haggard state to Yang and what seals you put on us and how you applied them. But I am betting she stopped listening at the point where we had to strip our tops. And that was when Yang stopped listening and came after you like a bull seeing red. And we followed trying to stop her." as Weiss continued to explain the situation Yang had time to calm down and realized that she was in the wrong. Cursing her protective streak after seeing the damage to the door and realizing that she had kicked in the door to get in here in the first place had most likely damaged the door and wall as well.

Letting out another sigh naruto turned to the pair and said." look this is just one big misunderstanding, and I am going to let you go ok don't worry about any damage I'll fix it later."

Getting nods from the two he added." since the two of you are here, I can give you the training seals as well so what do you say blake, Yang?"

"ok, sure."

Leading them to his room to get his supplies, he showed them to the bathroom so they could get towels to cover themselves and had blake lay down on his bed first. "Since I don't know what your stamina and strength are at, I will only be giving you my standard three rings."

As he drew the interconnecting rings around each of her wrists Weiss was hovering over him analyzing the design of the characters as the went up to Blake's arms and lead to a sigil on her back then he connected them to seals on her legs placing a bloody digit in the center sigil on her back. He finalized the seal, making the script flow back into three interconnected rings like spirals. On her arms and legs and the sigil morphed into Blake's emblem. Repeating the process for Yang as he added four circles and the control sigil on her back. Now with questions, as he left the room, Wiess followed letting the girls get dressed in peace.

"Naruto I have a few questions about your seals. And I was wondering how they compared to my glyphs? "

"Well, Weiss how exactly do your glyphs work? Do you have to assemble them yourself or do you think it and bam your aura does the rest for you?" thinking on the questions that naruto had asked her Weiss paused for a moment then answered. "For ones I am most comfortable with, I can summon the effects without much thought. But for more complex ones they take time and practice. I also need time for experimentation for new glyphs then there is the different effects dust has on my glyphs." her eyes widened a bit at the implications of how similar the two abilities where.

"We're going to have to talk about this later we have so much to go over naruto." Weiss then left muttering theory to herself.

As blake and ruby left Yang was standing there nervously," hey i-is there anything I can do to help?

Walking up to his desk, he pulled out his sealing supplies. "this won't take too long to fix that the beauty of seals, although this is a temporary fix. Would you like to watch then we can make dinner and get the others."

Walking down to the door, he started his work as Yang looked on in amazement. In about ten minutes, the wall and door were back to normal.

After walking into the kitchen, naruto started to pull the ingredients out from the fridge. and wanting to be useful, Yang asked. "what can I do to help?"

"Well you can put on the other apron and wash the rice there is a rice cooker over there in the cabinet to your left."

With a smile, Yang did as instructed as he pulled out a whole salmon and started to descale and debone it in just minutes. Getting more instruction, she began to work on the miso soup as he quickly diced and shredded cabbage and pickled radish and carrots for a slaw. As they finished, he grilled the fish and asked Yang to get everyone for dinner.

By the time that Yang had arrived with everyone. The plates where set and food was on the table again. With everyone eating and had a good time all around. The food was so good Ruby was stuffing her face like an adorable chipmunk. After finishing dinner, Yang went to help clean up. Soon after finishing the dishes, Yang pulled Naruto off to his room as everyone was hanging out watching tv or in the library playing a board game.

Noticing her stiff posture and the fidgeting the girl was doing.” Yang what's wron-." before he could finish his question, Yang pulled him down and kissed him. Instinctively he deepened the kiss and held her in his arms. Making out until the need for air became overwhelming and the two separated for air. "Naruto'' I love you. You treat me like a woman rather than some trophy. And I have never felt this way about anyone el-." before she could say anymore naruto interrupted her.

"Yang we cant you don't even know me, and there are things about me you don-."

Angry at the rejection, she kissed him to stop Naruto from speaking. "Yes, there are things I don't know, but I don't care. And I won't care even if you were my dad's age. You should know by now I'm greedy and(kiss) I take what (another kiss) I want and (kiss) I never let go. So foxy you're stuck with me!" grinning as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Taking her arms from around his neck, Naruto closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "there is no way for me to talk you out of this is there?"

"Ha not on your life Foxy!." Yang chirped going in for another kiss before naruto stopped her. Pressing his two fingers to her lips, he looked her in the eyes and said. "If you want this then there is something you need to know first." walking over to his desk Naruto moved the chair out of the way and pressed his hand to a seal underneath the desk. He Retrieved a large scroll. Setting the open scroll on the counter. He turned to her and took her by the hand and led her to the scroll.

"This is my clans scroll it shows every member of my clan since before it founding as an official clan it automatically updates itself showing my relation to the sage." pointing to the line on the scroll that shows his relations. Then he showed her his name on the scroll. "this is me and these where my wives and children."

Taking a step back at the revelation, Yang tried to come up with a logical answer for the information naruto had given. "ok so you're like a thousand years old or something. And you had three wives?" "I'm 157, and I had three at the same time due to clan laws and politics," Naruto added.

"Right so three at the same time because of politics and rules. Heh, I certainly know how to pick em. Like I said earlier Foxy your mine even if I have to share. They will have to be mine as well." Yang surged forwards, her lips found his. They soon broke apart, and the grinning blonde took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and made her intentions clear. "even if you don't love me yet. Naruto Uzumaki your mine and I'll have to make you fall in love with me! It just looks like I have to make some plans of my own."

Yang then strode out of the room, leaving a dumbstruck blonde behind.

Later that night in team RWBY dorm after Yang snuck back in.

"I know your awake Yang." turning over in her bed; Yang came to face the princess of her team. "You were alone with naruto for a long time. What did you say to him?" Weiss questioned the blonde. Grinning to the snowy-haired beauty, she got out of her bed and crept over to Weiss's bed and told her. "it's simple I just told him how I feel, and I am guessing you feel the same if so your not going to have much luck. But for what it's worth may the best woman win!" she then leaned down and kissed Weiss knowing that a challenge would only prove to entice the girl into rash action and drive her insane slinking back to her bed, leaving the stunned girl speechless. unknown to the pair a blushing raven-haired bow wearing girl had heard everything.

The next morning found teams RWBY, AACM rushing to class as Ozpin and Glynda stood by.

Now in professor ports class, Grimm studies as the man droned on about stories from his youth. All Naruto could get was "in my day blah blah blah blah scary grim dead now blah blah." to him it was more like the man liked to hear himself talk. Before class had ended the professor had asked his students," now who among you feels that they have what it takes to be a true huntsman?" raising her hand in response Weiss declared," I do sir!"

"Excellent step-down and meet your opponent." stepping down to the front of the class, she saw the rumbling cage containing a Grimm of some kind. After prepping her self and drawing her rapier Myrtenaster.her teammates cheered her on "fight on" Blake cheered waving a little flag and Yang cheered "go, Weiss," and ruby exclaimed, "yah represent team RWBY." Annoyed at the cheering, "Ruby, I am trying to focus!" Weiss yelled. As the professor's ax came down on the lock breaking it and unleashing the Boarbatusk Grimm. Now free it began to charge Weiss who dodged out of the way and made a glancing blow to its flank as she avoided .rushing in for a frontal assault she clashed with the tusks of the Grimm. Getting her rapier stuck in the tusks, hearing ruby cheering again Weiss lost focus and was disarmed and thrown away as she was separated from her weapon. As the beast charged at Weiss, she jumped out of the way running for her sword as it hit one of the desks. as she reclaimed her sword ruby had exclaimed," Weiss goes for its belly there is no armor there!"

"Stop telling me what to do!"

Setting up one glyph in front of her and above herself as the Grimm made another rolling charge. It rammed straight into a glyph that reflected the beast. And Weiss jumped on the glyph that turned black, and she shot herself forwards impaling the Grimm on her sword. Killing it leaving it to disintegrate into dust as class ended. And Weiss left without saying a word.

Making his way out of the classroom naruto caught the tail end of the argument between Weiss and ruby "- Ozpin made a mistake." Weiss then walked off. Walking up to the now distraught reaper naruto comforted the girl. "Its ok ruby it's only been a day, and I am sure you will grow to be an excellent leader. Weiss wasn't made the leader because she doesn't know how to lead; she was not made leader because she doesn't know how to follow. Like you will grow to be a leader, she will grow too in her ways. I've got to go now red" patting ruby on the head. Naruto handed her off to Sarada and her team. Then stalked off to find Weiss. Ozpin hid just around the corner, listening in on the conversation and was impressed at what the young man's insight. Knowing that the two would now need more investigating.

After a brief search, he found Weiss in a stairwell leading up to a balcony. Following her up, he walked out onto the balcony sneaking right beside her he said, "it's a nice view is it not."

Hearing his voice when she had come up here to be alone had Weiss nearly jumping out of her skin. "Ahh… do you have to do that?!"

"Weiss we need to talk about you and ruby. And I just need you to listen to a story of mine. I'll do anything you want after ok?" noting the lack of the nickname she had grown fond of since they had started over she simply nodded her approval.

"Weiss, you and Ruby, remind me of the relationship I had with my best friend, Sasuke. We were rivals to the very end. Pushing each other to be our very best. You wouldn't believe it, but at first, we were like you and ruby. He was a skilled prodigy, and I was the idiot who didn't have much more than pure grit and determination," naruto said with a sad smile.

Looking out towards the sunset, naruto leaned on the rail and continued his tale.

"You know we had our ups and downs a lot of downs. But I know that I would have given my life if it meant that he could live even another minute longer. Just like he did for me, there was an attack on our village and to save the village and my life he chose to die in my stead. So I could help push back the attackers. That day his sacrifice saved many lives. The point of this story. Is that I don't want you to end up like my godfather and his team. The first was a prodigy who became so obsessed with the knowledge that he became a criminal delving into the darkest of depravity. The medic of the team became a drunk who gambled away fortunes due to loss after loss. My godfather became so obsessed with his work and finding his best friend turned bitter enemies that he never visited me until I was thirteen."

My point is that we all have choices to make, and you need to give ruby the chance to make them and follow. I am sure that you are a good leader but have you ever had to follow. Or make a tough choice? It's only been a day to give her time.

Nodding in response

"So you said you would do anything I asked right?"

"Y-yea I did," naruto said cautiously trying to figure out what the girl wanted from him.

Blushing up a storm Weiss made her demands thinking to herself." I won't let Yang beat me! fortune favors the bold." taking her first step to winning she stood up one hand on her hip and pointed the finger at Naruto and declared, "I want a date naruto just like yang, and I want you to be mine."

She then lunged forward to kiss him, and in her haste, she tripped over her own feet. And headbutted naruto as he caught her in an attempt to readjust for another kiss. "so next Friday after class I'll take you to vale?" naruto asked, holding his nose.

Panicking with embarrassment Weiss tried to check his nose. After assuring that he was ok, she blushed from head to toe as he kissed her forehead." later princess its a date then." Naruto left the girl frozen in shock and headed down the stairs.

Walking far enough that he would not be overheard. Kurama came and lept on to his shoulder.

"So…"

"I made it down to the source of that power we sensed and it's a person. I don't like that man he's hiding something."

Sighing Naruto frowned not liking the situation.naruto sent a message to Sarada through their bond." Sarada oz is hiding things from us, and it's not looking good."

"... ok, what is our response going to be ."

"We will wait and watch for now ." after giving his mental affirmation, he continued his walk down the stairs Heading to the dorms to study.

Getting a knock on his door naruto got up from his desk and opened the door." how can I help you Yang." not saying anything she just grinned and pushed him into the room and closed the door. "can you do that thing to the door you did last time? I have a few questions." in response naruto formed the halve ram seal the room flashed briefly and was sealed in a privacy barrier. "There we can talk freely." naruto said after leading her to sit on his bed.

Nodding Yang began her questions." so what exactly are you?"

Naruto grimaced, Thinking about how to answer this simple question made his head hurt.as technically he was human. Deciding that the best course of action was to start with the beginning.

"Well, to start with to understand what I am is simple yet extremely complicated. I am human, yet I am so much more. The book Blake was reading from my library is an extremely edited version." and so naruto began his tale. Telling her about his childhood, the origins of chakra, Biju, his past since he became a shinobi. And about the sage of the six paths and finally his best friend and brother Sasuke. Then finally how he was banished.

"So no aura but something called chakra. And your an alien to. And oh yay the most potentially powerful being is an extremely lazy fox .who I might add he likes to nap and is doing so in the corner." as Yang continued to complain about how unfair it was that she had such a complicated boyfriend. Naruto silenced her by kissing her and pulling her into his lap as they made out.

"I'm still not happy about more work, but I could get used to this."

"If it makes you feel any better, I am independently wealthy." blinking in disbelief, she asked." how exactly?"

Ah well you know how I said my godfather was a perv well he wrote books, and when we came here, I published the series here. Icha Icha Paradise is the name of the series, and it's under the pen name Gama Sennin." naruto said nervously.

"No way! My boyfriend is my favorite author." Yang squealed and tackled him and began a heavy makeout session.

The two stayed cuddled like that for about an hour before Yang spoke again. "So did the princess make her move yet?"

Naruto froze looking at her gobsmacked an eye twitching." I didn't think anything of it at the time, but it was you who put her up to it wasn't it."

With a cat that ate the canary grin on her face, she just kissed him again. And chirped, "yep" before hopping out of his lap and walking towards the door. Knowing she had to go, he released the seal, and she opened the door, and naruto escorted her to her room. "You know that I will be forced to get you back for this," Naruto whispered in her ear before nipping the lobe and running his hand down her back. Sending shivers down her spine. She sulked, knowing that she would need a cold shower now grumbling to herself on how unfair it is to get her all revved up like this and just leave.

#the maelstrom of remnant #naruto #rwby #crossover #fanfiction

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Chapter 1 of The Next Seventh Chevron is up on Ao3, now! Go me!

Here, however, is the copy for here, because I’m weird like that.

"So far so good, sir." Sergeant Harriman expertly panned the M.A.L.P. camera from one side to the other, examining what seemed to be the inside of a cave with the air of a man who'd seen the insides of far too many caves through a security camera.

"We've got some movement," he noted, pausing the camera where a shadow had flickered for a moment before stilling again.

"Natives?" General Hammond asked, peering down at the screen.

"Or animals. More likely animals. I’m not seeing any lights or fire." Harriman agreed, and resumed panning across the cave. "There we go. The DHD looks fine."

On screen, the raised pedestal drew closer, then turned as the M.A.L.P. circled around it to get a good look at the buttons.

"Looks clear, sir." Harriman judged a moment later, and Hammond straightened up, looking out the window of the operations room and down into the staging room, meeting Colonel Jack O'Neill's eyes and giving him a short nod before pressing the button to turn on the microphone into the room.

"SG1, you are clear to go. Good luck, people."

The four figures in the room below didn't waste any time, hefting backpacks higher on their shoulders and doing one last weapons check before one by one stepping through a rippling, waterlike curtain of energy.

A moment later, with a rushing sound not unlike a waterfall running backwards, the energy vanished, leaving behind only a ring, standing on edge, with a ramp leading up to it.

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"Oh yeah! Krusty's here too!" Kanami's voice was cheerful, and Shiroe's eyes widened.

"Krusty's what!?"

"He's here! We found him a couple of weeks ago, just wandering in the desert!"

A deep breath.

Another.

"That's- that's really great. We were worried about him." Hopefully his voice didn't shake as much as he thought it had, and he tried to ignore the watery 'He's okay!' from behind him.

Static crackled, and another, unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation. "Teal'c? Major? We've got company, and it doesn't look friendly!"

Shiroe blinked.

What?

"Shiroe?" Kanami's voice was curious, "Who was that? More friends of yours? What did they say?"

"No," Shiroe frowned, "that came over the radio. I don’t know who it was."

"Really? That's so cool!"

"It's not possible," Shiroe corrected, "we're currently using the only radio array in Yamato, and I'm not even sure how we’re reaching China!"

Another burst of static cut through whatever it was that Kanami was about to say, and Shiroe froze, listening.

"Colonel, we ran into hostiles after the third fork. We’re going to have to fall back to the gate. We’ll meet you there."

Shiroe's eyebrows lifted.

Major?

Colonel?

The first voice came crackling through the dish, sharp cracks of noise almost drowning out the shouted request for a status update from the Major.

Shiroe frowned. "That sounds oddly familiar..." he mused, and from Kanami's end of the connection he heard muffled shouting.

"Really?" This time Kanami's voice is more concerned than curious, "What was it?"

Rieze’s voice was strangled when she spoke. “Shiroe, you never played any fps games, did you?”

“No, why?”

“That was gunfire .”

Shiroe startled, almost dropping his staff.

"That's impossible!" He exclaimed, "Guns don't exist on Theldessia!"

"Maybe an Adventurer re-created them?"

Shiroe could almost see the concerned frown on Kanami's face.

“No,” Rieze disagreed, moving forward to stand where her voice would better reach the broadcast array, “It sounded more like an automatic weapon, and that’s really not something that you can just make witho-”

"Sir, we're being pushed back to the gate by humanoid rats! We could really use some backup!"

Shiroe froze.

He had no idea what gate the woman was talking about.

He had no idea where she was.

But.

“Rat-men inflict the plague status effect…” Rieze murmured, her knuckles white around her staff. “And they don’t sound like adventurers.”

"Go on," Kanami's voice was almost gentle, "They need help, right? I'll still be here when you get back!"

"There's no guarantee that the array will continue to function for much longer," Re-gann warned him, glancing up from where he'd been fiddling with the wires that connected the radio array to the odd power pack he'd hauled through the building.

"Then you'll just have to save them quickly!" Kanami said impatiently, "And if we don't get a chance to say goodbye, that's fine! We'll just have to hurry and get to Yamato as fast as we can!"

"Right." two fingers adjusted his glasses, and for a moment he was silent, thinking hard.

"Radios." Shiroe said abruptly, his head coming up with the realization, "That's how we're hearing them; they're using radios too. Short range, more than likely, and military issue, since they're calling each other Colonel and Major. The range on those is..." he paused, then, shook his head, "variable, depending on terrain, but no more than a few kilometres."

"They don't seem to be able to hear one another," Soujiro put in helpfully, and Shiroe nodded.

"Difficult terrain can interfere with the signal, but we're higher up, and using a more powerful array, so we can hear them."

Two steps took him to the door, and for a split second he hesitated, glancing back at the radio array.

"I'll talk to you soon, Kanami," he called, and got a happy laugh and cheer of "Go get 'em!" before he strode out of the room.

"Does anyone remember the nearest location that spawns Rat-men?" he asked the room at large.

"Nakano?" Kitsunesaru ventured, his brow furrowed as he thought. "I think Rat-men spawn there sometimes."

"Some of the areas in the Hero's Mausoleum," Kushi Yatama added, and Soujiro, having followed Shiroe out of the radio room, nodded.

"Shinjuku Underground, too." He added, "Those three are the closest dungeons I know of, though."

Several of the others, all older players, added their assent and Shiroe planted his staff in front of himself, running his fingers over the smoothed wood as he thought.

"Are we going to go help them?" Hien asked, and Shiroe raised his eyebrow at the Wolf Fang, who shrugged. "What? It's not like most of us couldn't hear."

Shiroe sighed, then nodded. "Anyone who wants to help is welcome. Split into three groups, and head out. I, and anyone who wants to come, am going to the Shinjuku Underground Passage. Those of you who were listening, please fill in those who couldn't hear, but do it on the move. From the sound of it those people don't have a lot of time."

And with that, he strode toward the door, his cloak billowing behind him.

To absolutely no one's surprise, a flash of pink heralded Akatsuki teleporting to his side, falling in step with him as though she'd simply walked up. Minori and Tohya were next, and Shiroe glanced at Naotsugu as they passed him. The Guardian gave a barely perceptible nod, and fell in behind the four, pulling his griffon whistle out of his inventory as he went.

"We're going to be moving fast," Shiroe said, his face intent as they stepped through the shattered front doors and out into the bright sunlight, "but I know you all can handle it. It's not going to be quite as hard as the raid we just finished, but there is a chance that we won't make it in time. Those people could already be..."

He trailed off, swallowing uncomfortably.

"It'll be fine." Minori's voice was firm, and when Shiroe glanced down at her from the corner of his eye her face was as stubborn as if she'd just been told that she couldn't be a proper strategist because she was just a healer. And a girl .

(Shiroe had been around the corner when the luckless Guardian from one of the smallest guilds had said that, and the blistering diatribe Minori had unleashed had been worth the teeth marks Shiroe had left in his own hand trying not to laugh.)

“Yeah!” Tohya agreed, his smile full of steely eyed determination, “We’ll be fine, and those people will be fine too!”

Akatsuki huffed in agreement on his other side, and Naotsugu just shoved him gently in between the shoulder blades, rushing him the last couple of steps toward the clear area that would be best for summoning the griffons.

Two whistles, high and clear, soared through the clear air, and Shiroe listened for the returning screech of the griffons before turning toward his guildmates.

“Minori, you’ll be riding with Naotsugu. You’re light enough that it shouldn’t encumber the Griffon. Tohya, you’ll be with me and Akatsuki-”

“We’re coming too!!” Tetora, Isuzu, and Rundelhaus Code darted through the broken doors and across the cracked asphalt, Nyanta strolling along in their wake with his own griffon whistle raised to his lips.

Shiroe blinked, then looked between the seven adventurers and the two griffons that were only just touching down.

Even the griffons looked skeptical.

Right.

“Minori, Tetora, with Naotsugu. Isuzu, Akatsuki, with me. Rundelhaus, go with Chief Nyanta-”

“I’m heading to Nakano, nyan~” the werecat said, swinging up into the saddle of his griffon and pulling Serera to sit in front of him. Henrietta clambered up behind him, only slightly awkwardly, and settled stiffly into the saddle. “Isami and Yuzuko’ll follow, and Rudy can go with them.”

Rudy hesitated for a moment, glancing between Isuzu, Nyanta, and Shiroe, before nodding firmly.

“I won’t let you down, Master Shiroe!”

“Good.” Shiroe waited for a moment, watching as the blond boy trotted over to join the two women, then steeled himself. “Good luck!”

Slim fingers clutched the reins of his griffon tightly for a moment, then Shiroe tapped his heels against the feathered sides of his mount, which leapt into the air with great, surging beats of its wings.

“Why are so many more people coming with us?” Isuzu asked, peering back down at the ground, where a fourth griffon had just landed in front of a group headed by Soujiro.

“The Underground Passage for Shinjuku is huge,” Akatsuki explained, “And we aren’t sure where those people are, if they’re even there. Having more people means we’ll be able to split up if we need to, and move faster because we’ll be beating the monsters faster.”

“Nakano Mall is fairly large as well,” Shiroe added, “But the trick with that dungeon is the layout. It gets really confusing for some people, which is why Nyanta is going; he used to farm there when he first started playing Elder Tales.”

“Ohhh, what’s the other place? The Hero’s Mustang?”

“Mausoleum,” Shiro corrected automatically, “The whole area is a haunted graveyard. Once a year or so there’s an event; The Festival of The New Emperor’s Return. Most of the monsters there are undead, but in a couple of the underground crypts there’s places where Rat-men can spawn.”

“Huh.” Isuzu sat back thoughtfully, “Are we going to have to worry about that?”

Shiroe shrugged, “Maybe. It all depends.”

For a moment the three of them flew in silence, then Isuzu twisted around to get a better look at where Naotsugu’s griffon was flying laboriously after Shiroe’s. “Is that griffon going to be okay?”

Shiroe glanced back, then winced. “I hope so. I don’t think it would have taken off if it was overloaded, but we might have to avoid having Naotsugu summon it for a while, just to let it rest after this.”

Isuzu grinned at that, and at Naotsugu’s imagined reaction to it, then tucked her face close to Shiroe’s back to get her leaking eyes out of the air rushing past her face.

It was only another couple of minutes before the Shiroe saw the ruins of the aboveground part of Shinjuku station and the village that had sprung up in and around them and angled his griffon towards the ground as close as he could get to the entrance he was most familiar with.

The griffon landed with a light thump, and its three passengers dismounted as fast as possible, Shiroe dismissing his mount with a soft ‘thank you’ and a quick beak scratch.

Instead of flying off immediately, however, it waited until Naotsugu, Tetora, and Minori had dismounted, then paced over to Naotsugu’s mount and checked it over concernedly.

Shiroe ignored the byplay, focusing instead on the stairwell that led down into the underground part of the ruined version of Shinjuku Station.

“I always hated coming here.” Akatsuki muttered darkly from beside him, glaring balefully at the dark stairwell, “I had enough of getting lost in the real world.”

Shiroe stifled a snort, and hid his grin behind his hand. He knew exactly what she meant. Even in real life Shinjuku Station was a nightmare to navigate, with stairways that led to floors with no other stairways off, or floors that could only be accessed by elevator. Unless you spent a lot of time there, you could usually count on being hopelessly lost within five minutes. And of course, the Shinjuku Underground Passage had to be sufficiently different from the real world version that no one had an advantage, so there were even more twists and turns and dead ends.

Even though the monsters weren’t too hard to deal with, the Shinjuku Underground Passage was still one of the most hated dungeons on the Yamato server.

“So what’s the plan, Mastermind?” Naotsugu asked, coming to stand next to him and peering down the stairwell.

“We’re going to take this as systematically as we can,” Shiroe said, “keep your eyes open for signs of combat, and whatever you do, don’t attack the Rat-men . They don’t usually attack first unless they’re cornered or you’re a lower level, so as long as we move fast we should be able to get through without being bogged down by fighting everything.”

“Sounds good to me!” Tohya grinned, settling his hand on the hilt of his sword and staring eagerly into the darkness.

“Minori?” Shiroe asked, glancing at her, “Tetora? Last chance to back out.”

Minori scowled up at him, her grip on her staff tightening until her knuckles were white. “I’m staying.” She informed him, and Tetora grinned broadly at him.

“I can’t just sit back and let the opportunity for others to bask in my presence pass by!” She chirped, “There’s no way I’d ever forgive myself!”

Shiroe sighed, smiling fondly, and nodded once.

“All right then. Let’s go.”

#Log Horizon #Stargate SG-1 #fanfiction #writing #my stuffs #I really wanted to get to the epic rescue bit #but I'm really tired and this was as good a stopping point as any

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