key quest
The Spectral Villi shrieks.
Not in pain—though Maea ’s fire lashes across her shoulder like a branding iron—but in rage. The flames flicker against her incorporeal form, licking the voidlight veins that ripple beneath her skin. She reels midair, song splintering into a discordant scream that shakes frost from the iron barrow doors.
Thalassa ’s blade whistles through her misted veil and clatters uselessly against a mound of stone, while Jack ’s lightning arcs just wide, splitting a dead tree in two with a furious crack. The light briefly flares across her sunken face, revealing a skeletal sneer and empty sockets brimming with voidshine.
But Astaroth ’s blood tether lands true. As the blade carves across his skin and his offering is flung toward the spectre, the Villi groans with anger.
Below her, the fog thickens: it curls with intent now, writhing around the ankles of the living, chasing warmth. It parts only forKoa, standing closest—brave, stupid, necessary Koa—who throws himself forward with a punch like a star dropped from the sky. Void energy ripples from the Villi’s form and she rears back, dodging the strike, her shape stretching and distorting like wet paint smeared across glass.
She answers with a shriek that becomes a blast, a void pulse fired directly at his chest. It misses. The ground at his feet craters from the impact, soil turning to ash, the mist sucked inward like breath drawn too deep.
But Koa will have no time to celebrate.
The three risen dead converge with a unity that no shambling corpse should possess.
The knight lumbers forward, dragging a rusted blade behind him that sparks against stone. He swings—a heavy, telegraphed arc—and misses, carving into the barrow behind Koa instead. The priestess moves like water, like memory, and reaches with arms that should not work. But her grasp meets only air as the dragoon ducks back. The child—gods, the child—moves on all fours, silent and snapping. It darts between the others, and sinks sharp teeth into Koa’s calf. Not deep, not fatal, but real. The pain is white-hot. The bite sizzles where the void-touched jaw meets skin.
The Villi watches. Her glow pulses brighter with every drop of blood spilled. Her wail begins anew—but now it is not to raise the dead.
It is to call them. More barrows tremble beneath the earth.
You have 24 hours to reply. Your randomly assigned posting order is:
Maea: 279/279
Astaroth: 157.6/200
Koa: 272/272 **Armour used
Thalassa: 189/189
Jack: 300/300
Spectral Villis: 321.75/431
Revived Knight: 225/225
Revived Priestess: 225/225
Revived Child: 125/125
Remember to include a summary at the bottom of your post with all action taken. If weapons/upgrades/abilities/items/shifts/etc are used, please include their desc. from your profile at the bottom of your post as well.
REMEMBER: KQs are rewarding but dangerous. They may cause death and/or permanent changes to your characters.
Spectral Villis (Uncommon/Mythical): These spirits, once seeking vengeance, have become void-infused spectres. Their wails echo with the void's malevolence, and they manifest in shadows to terrorize the living. Those touched by a Spectral Villi are left with a void mark, a curse that attracts further void corruption.
Not in pain—though Maea ’s fire lashes across her shoulder like a branding iron—but in rage. The flames flicker against her incorporeal form, licking the voidlight veins that ripple beneath her skin. She reels midair, song splintering into a discordant scream that shakes frost from the iron barrow doors.
Thalassa ’s blade whistles through her misted veil and clatters uselessly against a mound of stone, while Jack ’s lightning arcs just wide, splitting a dead tree in two with a furious crack. The light briefly flares across her sunken face, revealing a skeletal sneer and empty sockets brimming with voidshine.
But Astaroth ’s blood tether lands true. As the blade carves across his skin and his offering is flung toward the spectre, the Villi groans with anger.
Below her, the fog thickens: it curls with intent now, writhing around the ankles of the living, chasing warmth. It parts only for
She answers with a shriek that becomes a blast, a void pulse fired directly at his chest. It misses. The ground at his feet craters from the impact, soil turning to ash, the mist sucked inward like breath drawn too deep.
But Koa will have no time to celebrate.
The three risen dead converge with a unity that no shambling corpse should possess.
The knight lumbers forward, dragging a rusted blade behind him that sparks against stone. He swings—a heavy, telegraphed arc—and misses, carving into the barrow behind Koa instead. The priestess moves like water, like memory, and reaches with arms that should not work. But her grasp meets only air as the dragoon ducks back. The child—gods, the child—moves on all fours, silent and snapping. It darts between the others, and sinks sharp teeth into Koa’s calf. Not deep, not fatal, but real. The pain is white-hot. The bite sizzles where the void-touched jaw meets skin.
The Villi watches. Her glow pulses brighter with every drop of blood spilled. Her wail begins anew—but now it is not to raise the dead.
It is to call them. More barrows tremble beneath the earth.
You have 24 hours to reply. Your randomly assigned posting order is:
Maea: 279/279
Astaroth: 157.6/200
Thalassa: 189/189
Jack: 300/300
Spectral Villis: 321.75/431
Revived Knight: 225/225
Revived Priestess: 225/225
Revived Child: 125/125
Remember to include a summary at the bottom of your post with all action taken. If weapons/upgrades/abilities/items/shifts/etc are used, please include their desc. from your profile at the bottom of your post as well.
REMEMBER: KQs are rewarding but dangerous. They may cause death and/or permanent changes to your characters.
Spectral Villis (Uncommon/Mythical): These spirits, once seeking vengeance, have become void-infused spectres. Their wails echo with the void's malevolence, and they manifest in shadows to terrorize the living. Those touched by a Spectral Villi are left with a void mark, a curse that attracts further void corruption.
