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To the Place of Gods Part Four.
[After his first words, there was another silence to follow. Areia stood firm with her eyes fixed on the God before her with a expressionless face. Of course the Gods too did not show emotion, not even in their words, so she mimicked them.]
Areia: You know why I have come, I assume.
[Despite her words looking to be a question the lacking of variation in her tone would refuse to place that is once. Simple statements to leave her lips]
Occuria: We know all.
Occuria: You are to ask such foolish questions.
Areia: I was addressing Gerun, and Gerun alone.
[There was a hiss from other Gods around her as they floated midair above their podiums. If she was not attempting to be emotionless, she may have smiled at this slight irritation.]
Occuria: Here, you address all Gods.
Gerun: Vayne, the Heretic Venat. They plague Ivalice once more and you have come for answers. Answers you expect us to give without payment.
['Without payment?' The words echoed in her head but she refrained now herself from showing irritation. 'How dare they, after these years of service']
Areia: Vayne and Venat pose a threat to all Ivalice, this includes you -
Occuira: We can deal with Venat .
Occuria: He is undying no longer, his pact with Vayne is minimal.
Areia: But enough to see him walk Ivalice again. This is threat enough to take action and so we must.
Gerun: We? So, you will remain as our Undying in the times to come?
[Silence came as a breeze blew across the sky, carrying with it whispers and memories since forgotten to all those present. A slight warmth felt and souls of those in the Heavens reaching out in moments of peace]
Areia: Aye, I stand as your Undying.
[If the Occuria could smile, their lips would be wide and beaming. Though they had always spoken of her taking this place, she herself had not confirmed it as such, never spoken the words and to hear her admit to it now there would be joys in the eyes of Gods. Gerun most of all would be celebrating deep in his mind. Areia refrained from giving them the satisfaction and stood in silence now breaking her facade and baring a glare]
Areia: Protection to Ivalice and all I know, it's inhabitants come above you're childish plays at weaving history. Otherwise I will strike down you and all those that would have my soul taken from me. Vayne, Venat...anyone.
[An anger rose, but she stayed in control. A deep Mist brewed in her blood as it boiled at their arrogance. Had she wanted to, and they knew it, she could bring blade down on the Heavens and destroy all of Ivalice, if she so wished it. Like her, they had to tread lightly for making her their enemy would be fatal and she was no fan of the Gods to begin with]
Gerun: You words are pure, a deal we strike with you. To hold shards in hand we must.
Areia: Aye, the location of two are known and Cid's work should reveal the other.
Gerun: We. As Vayne has Venat, you dear child of power shall have I. You arm held by a God in a time brought to peace.
Areia: You will...come to Ivalice? Nay you cannot...
[By this point Gerun's formed and traveled closer to the blonde Knight. There was no intimidation in his movement but he loomed over the short girl all the same and it made her uncomfortable. Using her as a vessel to walk Ivalice would be a strain even for her, but if she did not than finding the Stones and stop Vayne and his plans than who would pay the price, how many would suffer. Having Gerun on her arm would make transformation to the Undying easier, but with him on surface...she had little faith in the Gods, little belief in their workings; was this a risk she had to take]
Areia: ...Aye, a fitting end all the same.
[A silence fell once more as the God's body of Mist vanished in a blur and the Judge, Captain, Sky Pirate whatever people may have known her for; fell to the ground in a heap]To the Place of Gods, part three
[The Feywood was a area she knew well but hated all the same. The creatures here posed no real threat and rarely bothered her, using a few arrows here and there to deal with the enemies. Breaking two arrows was little issue as she had thirty-eight left under bamboo make and and assassin make. She had gone through two Starfruits but eating was far from here mind as she stepped onto the snow covered plain in the depths of the wood, the rolling Mist caused a slight pain to coarse through her body. The Nethicite and Magicite in her blood reacted to the Mist outside as she radiated her own strain of the Magickal substance. She left footprints on the white ground of snow, metal shone as her image was reflected in the Mist as she moved forward. She held her bow in hand with an arrow drawn but there was a shiver over her body and there was a shaking in her hands as her knees almost caved. There was an irritation in her body and her head began pounding. Her vision blurred as blue eyes blinked over a few times. This was the worst part and she knew she had to push past the pain of over exposure to Mist. The Gates to the Ancient City weren't far, in fact she could feel the overwhelming presence of the Occuria but there were unlike to help her if she couldn't make it to the City.
The arrow fell from her bow and buried itself into the snow. She stumbled forward and blood came from her nose trickling down over her pale lips. With a hand free she wiped the red liquid off on a metal plated arm smearing it across her armor. She drew the string back on her bow and strapped it over her shoulder so both hands were now free. With a deep sigh she would hold her body up straight and placed one hand over the other in front of her. The words of her old mentor Cid would ring through her ears as she attempted to bring down the pain in her body and prevent major harm. The Mist around her would shimmer slightly more then the immediate area around her would suddenly be void of Mist, her body absorbing the energy presented close by. Five seconds later there would be a large blast traveling outwards in a pulse like movement. One many would remember from Nalbina, the crash of the Leviathan and the battler over Rabanastre. The Mist would circulate around her in the mass explosion of strength and pure power, radiating different colours of yellow-orange-purple and blues. As always the radiating Mist surge would send a ripple through the local areas and any of those sensitive Magicks would feel it. The blast would leave a crater in the snow that she could easily step out of and any local creatures would be scared off from her Mist use. She placed one knee to the ground followed by both her hands, pausing a moment it slight agony but she was certain it would pass.
The Gates to Giruvegan were large and beautiful yet caused her thoughts to run wide. This would be it, after stepping through the Gates contacting the Occuria would only be minutes away and there was a gentle fear coming over her. The answer to all her questions, how Vayne returned, how to deal with Venat and how to protect those she cared for...among her queries would be her own Fate, though she already really knew the answer to this. If the Occuria kept there plan on track, then she would, before the end of the year be what they most wanted. On their side as an Undying.]To the Place of Gods part two
To the Place of Gods part two.[Metal covered feet gently tapped down on green grass as she descended from her Airship. Firefly was rendered invisible once she was no longer present on the ship, its anchor placed firmly in the soft soil as she placed one look up to the blue sky above her. Day had broken on her journey to the forest of Golmore and now the sky was blue with only the hints of sunrise present, tinges of yellow and orange still visible in the sky. She stood alone, as she normally did; this time she carried her two bags on her back with blade strung to her side and bow in her hand. She had two quivers of arrows wrapped around waist and over her shoulder, one set of assassin’s arrow and one set of bamboo arrows. Poison sets to be certain. Coated in a shiny silver armor she looked the part of a Knight rather than a Judge. With her ship safe and her body ready; she made her approach into the dense forest of Golmore Jungle an area inhabited with Malboros, Panthers, HellHounds and home to the Viera, her kin by half or some such. She had two sets of twenty arrows and could reuse many of them if they didn't break. She hoped the monsters here wouldn't bother her but that was unlikely as the woods were there home and by all rights she was an intruder. Now with an arrow placed to the strong string of her bow she walked from the poised for noise. She was lucky; many would enter Golmore and never leave, getting lost of simply dying from many of the possible causes. Being part of the Wood, part Viera travelling through this place had become second nature to the hybrid. Whatever sun did break through the forest top would reflect from her blonde hair and armor but this worried her little. Saying blonde hair however may have been a mild error as her blood reacted differently here and the slightest hints of silver-white would ripple across her head and blue eyes could shimmer red-purple as she scanned the trees. Carrying a bow meant silent killings and natural and inherited skill meant that there was unlike to be issue with her passage. Three arrows had been loosed since her entrance, two HellHounds and a stray Panther. Magicks to were a likely possibility here too in a somewhat homely location for the Knight. But she did not linger and once she saw the blue shimmering barrier the Viera had put in place to prevent Hume visitors; she knew she was heading the correct way. Passing through with ease and the strange noise the barrier made, there was a flicker of relief on her face. Jote was no fan of Areia's but she had once prevented the torture and removal of several of her kin, even her sister, so the Elder allowed passage to the half-blood. Leaving Golmore now would lead her to the Feywood, once there should would have to pass through the rolling Mist and this was the first fear she had of travelling to Giruvegan. If she survived, or at least remained in control while passing through the Feywood's Mist then she would have little issue when actually arriving at the Ancient City. If however she lost herself at the Feywood her journey would be over and her chances of returning would be minimal]