[TheSpatialWeeg]

Strange floating islands next to a giant castle. One had to wonder why not so many people dared brave that weird locale...then again, there probably were a few good reasons for it.

Well, whatever the case, those isles would receive a few visitors today.

A roar of a dragon pierced the quiet skies as one of the fabled creatures landed in one of the isles. Specifically, the one closest to the surface. Once the beast landed, it got enveloped in a water and took a form they...admittedly liked a fair bit better. It was Corrin! The youthful king drew his Omega Yato and looked at the surrounding area. It was then that he drew a wary breath.

"...So these are the floating islands people had mentioned from time to time. But why are...they here? I thought all of Valla's entrances were sealed..."

Mission Start!

[TartoonHand94]

	Down from a parting in the skies descended a brilliant golden light, and down with it, descended an angel. Upon his head a glorious golden laurel crown. Upon his feet the finest and sturdiest of sandals. Across his arms the most stylish of arm bands. Across his chest a sash and a bleach white tunic. And underneath that, a black leotard because the tunic didn’t cover his modesty enough. From his back sprung fourth a pair of white dove-like wings that flapped with a majestic blue glow.
	“You should be closing into your destination now.” Palutena announced as the floating isles surrounding the Crestfallen Castle came into view. “Welcome to the floating gates to Valla.” “Lady Palutena, what’s the word for Nostalgia, but when you mean it in a bad way?...” “I believe that’s called hindsight, Pit. Or trauma…” Palutena answered, denying feeling either. “What’s so special about a bunch of floating rocks?” Pit shrugged, confused as to why he should be impressed. “Don’t we live on those?” “Yes we do, but These islands are special because they shouldn’t be here. All the entrances to Valla were sealed long ago.” Palutena patiently explained. “And I fear if someone’s opening them now, they may be up to no good.” “And we can’t let them start trouble in this neighbourhood.” Pit nodded in understanding. “If I get into one little fight, I won’t be scared! I say-” “Oh look it’s our contact King Corrin down there!” Palutena cut him off to direct his attention to Corrin waiting below.
	Lady Palutena promptly provided Pit with a precise and perfectly gentle descent. Not having to land amidst a maelstrom of enemy fire made all the difference for them. “Howdy King Corrin! I am Pit, servant of Lady Palutena, Goddess of Light.” Pit greeted as rehearsed. “And she sent me on her behalf to assist in your reconvincing mission.” “Reconaissance, Pit.” Palutena corrected wistfully.
	Pit 0% Status: Normal

[Rina]

Valla's sense of physics is...something. As the dark wizard attempted to fly up to his destination, within the horizon are islands with physics that defy logic, and have no plans to follow it in the distant future. It was a wonder how the Nebula Mantle managed to take him this far, as the magic within the wings have limited power that needs to be regenerated while grounded. It didn't take long for Schezo to break through and find himself in the skies and at the rendezvous point. Huh, looks like Pit made it before he did. Well, he is the more experienced flier, even if that ability is granted to him.

"Did I keep you two waiting long?"

Schezo took his landing with a gentle descent, letting the wings parachute him before reverting back to an inactive state.

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Corrin turned to acknowledge Pit. "Hello there, Pit! You can just call me Corrin if you wish, though. Now we just need to--" Aand cue Schezo! Now, the half-dragon couldn't help but let a bit of a smile grace his face as he saw the Dark Wizard land. "Nice to see you too, Schezo. And don't worry, you came just at the right time." the King of Valla reassured. "Since everyone's here and accounted for, I shall give a quick overview of what's the plan for this mission."

"Since I couldn't get a lead on where the people in the purple coats were going, we'd need to take our time to look for anything that might point us in their direction. There's a good chance that they left a series of multiple footprints around somewhere." He began. "If we manage to track them down, I'll ask to only draw the weapons if they'll end up threatening us. If you have any questions, I'll be nearby. Now then, shall we begin our search?"

Corrin went on ahead, trying to keep an eye out for anything peculiar around the island they were in. If either Pit or Schezo had a sharp eye, they'd probably notice some things scattered around the ground...

((Roll at least 12+ WIS to discover something that the purple coats left behind!))

[TartoonHand94]

	Down from a parting in the skies descended a brilliant golden light, and down with it, descended an angel. Upon his head a glorious golden laurel crown. Upon his feet the finest and sturdiest of sandals. Across his arms the most stylish of arm bands. Across his chest a sash and a bleach white tunic. And underneath that, a black leotard because the tunic didn’t cover his modesty enough. From his back sprung fourth a pair of white dove-like wings that flapped with a majestic blue glow.
	“That’s my line!” Pit chuckled, looking up to see Schezo coming down. “And it goes ‘Sorry to keep you-Wait-since can You fly?” He choked on his quote when he realized Schezo was descending from flight. “The Nebula Mantle doesn’t grant true flight so much as it does really high hops and glides. As suspicious I am at how He acquired them, an angel shouldn’t be jealous of such hubris methods of flight.” Palutena mused smugly.
	“So, the plan is Not to attack the guys in the purple robes?” Pit asked one more time with a slight twinge of disappointment in his voice. “Well fine then. I’m very good at looking around. One might say I have an ‘eye’ in the ‘sky’” He bragged with a cryptic sense of confidence. “I wonder just who you mean by this ‘Eye in the sky’ of yours.” Palutena teased cheekily. “Even a Goddess must succeed a Wisdom roll if she wants to see anything out here.” “What happened to your All-Seeing-Eye-of-Palutena?” “Better pray we don’t both roll snake-eyes.”
	fYhyxiljp_1d20+1 Pit's Wisdom Roll p_1d20+4 Palutena's Wisdom Roll
	Pit 0% Status: Normal

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[Rina]

"As much as I can fly at will, it is incredibly limited. I am also prone to being easily knocked down from the sky as these 'wings' are artificial. And I didn't intend to steal your line."

Stick-in-the-mud comment aside, Schezo turned to Corrin to get a briefing on what needs to be done. Hmm, so he wishes minimal combat, only drawing swords if need be. That's fine. The whereabouts about the mysterious purple-robed folk are unknown, but the trail is warm. Surprising, considering the geography of these lands. It's time to get scouting, either way. Schezo looked around to and fro, finding a trace or lead on where those folk have gone.

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"Hm? I think I may have spotted something suspicious..."

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[TheSpatialWeeg]

Palutena ends up finding a trail of...pink liquid. If any of the brave souls dared try tasting the weird liquid, they'd find to be sweet and mildly cold...in short, it was melting ice cream. Probably strawberry flavored. The trail seemed relatively fresh, and it led to a bridge connecting to an island in the west, looking very...vertical.

Schezo, on the other hand, finds a page, the left end of it slightly ripped from it, mildly implying it was torn from a book. There is something written inside it, and it was clear it was the good old feather-'n-ink fashion. While the handwriting was nothing eloquent, it was at least readable.

The contents of the page are as follows:

The reunion with my bretheren tuned out to be most satisfactory. Tomorrow we depart to Valla as planned before. The plan should go smoothly. I made sure we kept our identities in secret and we seldom travel with our ceremonial robes in public. The temple in the faraway east isle will make a fine place to make the rite, despite looking rather fragile. I gave my bretheren tomes to fend off the supposed 'invisible soldiers' roaming throughout the isles. Should we stand as one, this shan't be an issue.

In the bottom of the page, was this symbol...

"Any progress to report so far?" Corrin asked Schezo and Pit. "I have found a strange scribble on the ground. Seems to be recent. I imagine this is the map they were to use to help them navigate." He informed, bringing to light the scribble he mentioned beforehand...

Yep. Looks like a map, all right.
If Schezo was particularly sharp eyed, he'd notice that the symbol on his find was also on the scribble Corrin had in hand.

[TartoonHand94]

	Pit had no idea why, but something about Schezo mentioning his wings being artificial struck an ominous chord in him. He couldn’t connect it to a reason, so he decided not to mention it. “Okay. That’s cool then.” Pit shrugged and fluffed his wings in relief that his self-esteem came out unscathed. What would the world be coming to if humans could fly whenever they wanted for as long as they wanted?
	“I’m sensing a clue at your 11:30, Pit.” “Thanks for the schedule update, Lady Palutena but that’s not for another…” “No, I mean right in front of you, Pit.” Palutena corrected before he could pause and check the system clock. “And a little to the left.” “Oh boy! A clue! What is it?” Pit asked, eagerly tiptoeing toward his 11:30. “I’m not sure yet exactly…” Palutena squinted, trying to focus in. Being on the ground instead of in the sky with his goddess, Pit got a much clearer view of the clue. It was a familiar pink liquid. Bending down for a closer look, it had a familiar smell… doing the unthinkable and sampling the substance, Pit could scientifically confirm.
	“It’s Ice Cream!” Pit deduced excitedly, going in for another taste. “Thanks, Lady Palutena!” “I…didn’t put it there, Pit.” Palutena corrected with slight recoil. “You don’t have to-” “It’s strawberry flavour… And still cold… Only just having begun to melt… Which in this amount of sun would mean…” Pit carefully analyzed the sample with his tongue, feeling out every detail his tongue could detect. “…It was only spilled recently! Which means…Aha! A trail!” He didn’t have to look far to spot the trail of ice cream. A trail he promptly followed… sampling every drop along the way. “It’s still fresh!” He was not going to let this health go to waste. Despite his damage currently being 0%. Palutena didn’t know whether to be proud of him for figuring so much of this out on his own or be grossed out for how.
	The tasty pink trail lead Pit to bump his head on a bridge. A vertical bridge. “Wow. A Bridge!” Pit gasped looking the bridge up to its height. “It looks more like a ladder than a bride to me.” Palutena judged obviously. “Think there’s more ice cream up there?” Pit dreamed eagerly. Palutena didn’t think she should tell him even if there was. “Hey guys! I found a bridge!” Pit reported to his partners. “Or a ladder.”
	Pit 0% Status: Healthy

[Rina]

Really, Pit? Slightly melted floor ice cream? ...never mind, Schezo has his own piece of evidence to examine.

On the side he investigated, he found a torn page of some kind. Was it torn from a book in haste, perhaps? The writing, while rather plain, had a quality that he was very familiar with. Seeing old-fashioned pen-dipped ink lettering was an oddly nostalgic sight. Pushing that aside, at the very least the ordinary handwriting was an easy read. The dark wizard carefully read its contents...

...
...
...

Hmm, this note tells something was planned, but how far ago? Schezo can't tell. So these invisible soldiers made for the far east temple... At the end of the page, he noticed a symbol. Could this be an emblem of this group? Schezo turned to Corrin, reporting his findings.

"This note I have has a lead. These 'invisible soldiers' have made off towards an isle far towards the east, where a temple lies."

Schezo peered over the scribbles Corrin spotted, the pattern looking very much like a map. Considering the bewildering gravity of this place, it was likely a necessity. Perhaps that syrupy trail might help give them direction...

Wait that symbol...

"Hey, that symbol on that map. It matches that on the note."

[TheSpatialWeeg]

With all the supposed clues in place, Corrin thought for a moment before speaking. "While I believe it's safe to say that the map and the written entry are related, there's a good chance that trail found by Pit...isn't. That being said, perhaps it is a good idea to follow it. The map doesn't have any other marks besides the connected isles...maybe just a look around wouldn't hurt."

With that said, the dragon boy began following the ice cream trail, beckoning the others to follow him. As they began walking through the bridge, they'd notice the world shift around them, as the vertical isle..wasn't feeling very vertical now. In fact, it didn't feel any different from the previous isle. So in short, the messed-up gravity it was more of a visual trick than anything else.

"Argh, we're lost now, thanks to you, dimwit!"
"Well, at least I wasn't the one who lost the map! You know...the thing we needed to use for navigation?!"

--Turns out that 'check' ended up giving yielding some results. Two people, male judging by the voices. One of them looked very young due to his small stature the other was chubby and tall. And what do you know? They were wearing purple coats! Seems like they encountered their targets. The two robed fellows didn't seem to acknowledge the trio's presence, still bickering at each other.

"Great, now the Great Leader will punish us for being late to the rite. All your fault."
"Hey, shut your face!"
"Just stating the facts here, Bruttis."
"All right, then, Mr. Smarts, then how are we supposed to get to the temple?'
"Simple, we take the other bridge on the island we were before."
".........."
"...Don't tell me you didn't think of this."
"...I'm veeeeery mad now."
"Now, listen here, Br--" The small robed figure turned to see our gang of heroes watching.
"Er..."
". . ."

Awkward cough from Corrin. "...Sorry to barge in like that, I was just wondering what are you two doing out here. This place is ripe with peril."

"Um, sorry, sir, but those are matters we cannot discl--"
"We're here to perform a rite to revive Lord Anankos. Now bugger off."
"BRUTTIS!!"

"Anankos...?!" Corrin gasped in horror. "Well, duuuuh! We aren't called the 'Cult of the Silent Dragon' for nothing." Bruttis replied, to which the smaller mage made furious noises. "You gave away our objective to outsiders, you dimwit!! It was supposed to be a secret!" he said, to which Bruttis gave a psychotic smile. "Well, you remember how I said I was very mad before? I figured if we tell them the truth and then kill them later, wecould get away scot-free and I could've had my reliever."
"...You could've used a much better solution, but the you've already broken whatever diplomacy I had going for. All right, I'll help. 1 against 3 isn't exactly a fair matchup."
"Heh, knew you'd say that. C'mon now, let's gooooooooooo!" Bruttis screamed at the top of his lungs, suddenly brandishing an axe.

"...I cannot allow Anankos to be brought back. Who knows what damage he'll..." Corrin muttered to himself, before shaking his head and talking to his teammates. "I'll fill you in on the details once we're done here! For now, draw your weapons! We have a fight coming!" Corrin then drew his Omega Yato, which caught the small mage's attention.

...He regretted entering the fight already.

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Bruttis "I was itchin' for a fight!"	Chizzai "...I regret saying I'd fight now."
150 HP Threshold: 12	120 HP Threshold: 14

Corrin 150 HP

[TartoonHand94]

	Really Schezo? A handwritten note? The written scripture can easily lie to you in ways that your five senses can’t. And yet, the written scripture can easily tell you things your senses leave you to deduce. Like a map; the much more hygienic alternative to the food trail. Might lead to floor cake!
	Following the king’s lead and climbing the ladder, Pit soon discovered that it was in fact, a bridge. “Hey check it out! What happened to the ladder?” Pit gasped as he found himself crawling across the ladder instead of climbing up it. “As it turns out to be a bridge after all. You may walk across it normally.” “Are you gonna call This normal?” Pit asked, impressed with his own ability to stand straight on the bridge. “If anything, perhaps it could be quite disorienting.” “I feel like I’m in Super Mario’s Galaxy!” Pit chuckled, looking back at the ground as he walked forward in defiance of it. “SpiderPit, SpiderPit, does whatever a SpiderPit does!” He sang as he began to show off. “Stealth mode, Pit. There’s goons afoot.” Palutena hushed Pit’s song just before the two voices made themselves known. “Stealthy Pit, Stealthy Pit. Does whatever a Stealthy Pit does.” Pit whispered melodically.
	“Lord Anankos?” Palutena gasped in sync with Corrin. “The Spider Queen?” Pit subsequently gasped. “No that was Arachne. And that hubris weaver’s a spider now but she was no queen.” “You’re just saying that because she beat you in a knitting contest.” “Ahem! Anyway, Anankos is one of the First Dragons, also known as the Silent Dragon and the Dragon of Wisdom.” “So…Not a spider?” “No Pit, he was not a spider. As King Corrin will no doubt explain after this fight.” “Okay. But Lady Palutena, they’re humans. Don’t we ‘tect those?” Pit asked, hesitantly brandishing his weapon. “Yes, we do, Pit. But who’s going to protect you from that axe?” “… fair point.”
	Instead of shooting either of the humans down with the divine arrows of his Palutena Bow, he split the bow into two blades and parried Brutus’s axe. (Wn_PCo16p_1d20+2 Pit's Palutena Bow in Melee Mode @ Brutus’ Axe. Does 10% Damage) (p_1d20+2 Pit's Palutena Bow in Melee Mode @ Brutus’ Axe. Does 10% Damage) (p_1d20+2 Pit's Palutena Bow in Melee Mode @ Brutus’ Axe. Does 10% Damage)
	Pit 0% Status: Sparring Pit

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[Rina]

The trail could be a red herring, but is there any other lead besides that? Not really. It's the only one they got.

Whoah...what's going on? The gravity here is as whack as Schezo suspected it to be. The ladder being a bridge at the same time, laws of gravity defying the common ground (heh), yet it was all so seamless. Schezo's eyes were fooling him, shrugging it off to just roll with it, refusing to question the logic. He's been in weirder places.

"I've been in stranger dimensions, but rarely one with gravity that defies perception."

The trail did lead to something, and they're the robed people he was warned about. SHH- They're discussing something! What, exactly? Schezo stilled his breath to listen in on the conversation. It's pretty important to glean all the information here...

...
A rite...
The temple...
The bridge...
...Lord Anankos???

Schezo turned his head to a horrified Corrin. That is the face of someone who has had a pretty bad history with this Anankos person, and Schezo was concerned. He'll have to inquire the story, but not now. The moment Schezo opened his mouth to ask, the trio was spotted, and the robed folk are resorting to aggression. So much for passiveness...

"Right!"

Schezo drew his sword, brandishing it on the mage. Pit's handling the axe of this duo, and it's ideal to keep both of them busy to prevent getting double-teamed. Luckily, with Schezo knowing both sword and spell, he could adapt as needed. And who would suspect Schezo to also know spells beyond his appearance?

"Have at you!"

Dark Swordplay @ Chuuzai (7% each):
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After swift sword slashes, he followed with a stronger one, with the presumption of catching him off-guard.

"Take THIS!"
Void Brandish @ Chuuzai (20%, 1-turn cooldown): p_1d20+1

Hold up...magic...Schezo can sense it...Is it time to use his specialty? With his free hand, Schezo attempted to grab the mage by the head, siphoning a part of his magic and disrupting the flow of magic.

"Your power is MINE!"
Magic Snatch @ Chuuzai : p_1d20+4 (Critical hit!)

Damage: 0%1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+4

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Pit's disposition to not harm humans just continues to shine through, huh? The parry on Bruttis' axe was very effective, but the wielder only furrowed his brow. "Tch, you got some nerve, attacking my lovely axe and ignoring me...well, try to ignore this!" he boasted,  going for a wide horizontal swing against the angel.

((Pit, roll 12+ DEX if you don't want to get axed and take 15% damage.))

Something Pit or Palutena could notice about that axe after that swing...is that it has seen better days. In fact, it looked pretty bad overall, as if it could break at any unsuspecting moment. Maybe if Pit could put some pressure on that weapon...

((All right, Pit, a new option for you. You can either attack Bruttis, or force him to retreat by breaking his weapon! Do keep him in mind that this will impact his actions further down the fight and the thread as a whole.))

Meanwhile, Chizzai was...not faring well. The small mage was facing up against not only Schezo, but also Corrin. He already took some punishment from one silver-haired swordsman and almost felt like a part of himself was ripped off (though he dodged the most dangerous-looking one) and now the chosen of the Yato was soon to rip on his mortal coil too! The little man tried to make a magical barrier, but--

"Wait...why isn't my magic working?!"

(Corrin's Omega Yato @ Chuzzai! 8% damage.)
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p_1d20+2 (Combo 3, a crit!)

"Ack!" Chizzai squeaked, finding himself lucky he didn't get hit three times in a row with a chainsaw blade. The mage was starting to panic, trying to throw spells, only to find himself failing over and over. Could it be...?!

((Schezo! Your Magic Snatch made Chuzzai unable to attack!))

"Great move, Schezo!" Corrin took the moment to compliment the fellow swordsman, before pulling up a red tome. "Could you grant me cover? I'm going to ready a spell." he asked, the tome already emitting a red aura.

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Bruttis "...Hey, why am I being attacked by only one person?!"	150 HP Axe damage: 30%
Chuzzai "My magic...has it been truly stolen? Ohnonononono..."	75 HP

Corrin 150 HP

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[TartoonHand94]

	(UxSbbfKep_1d20+3 Pit's Dodge of Brutus’ Axe)
	“I’m sorry did you say something?” Pit yawned ignorantly after successfully ducking Bruttis’ axe. “Hmmm… Aha!” Palutena snapped after an observant pause. “Wha-ha?” Pit asked, hoping she had good news. “You might be on to something after all, Pit.” Palutena began to explain. “That shoddy axe of his has seen better days.” “You’re telling me. I felt it cracking against my bow.” Pit agreed. ““In fact, a couple more hits and it’ll probably…” He trailed off as if distracted by a new thought. “Probably…” Palutena encouraged hoping he’ll say what she thinks he was going to say. “...Time to breathe in that Breath of the Wild game balance!” Pit smirked. …That was not Palutena was hoping for. Brandishing a club at least twice the size of Bruttis’ axe, Pit took a swing in the other direction, aiming to bat the axe out of his hand or more.
	(p_1d20+2 Pit's Magnus Club @ Brutus’ Axe. Does 25% Damage)
Pit 0% Status: Sparring Pit

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[Rina]

"Looking for this?"

He couldn't help but taunt the poor guy. In Schezo's hand was a ball of Chuzzai's stolen magic, right before he absorbs it into his body. He can feel it empower himself, giving him the strength to break limits, if only for a moment. He turned to Corrin, giving him an assuring nod.

"Thank you. And I'll be sure to keep the helpless mage busy."

And what way to keep him distracted is to make him dance...by dodging tidal razor blades. He drew his own tome, but what's this? Schezo conjured three pairs of them! By normal circumstances, he shouldn't be able to do that! Aye, it was the stolen magic allowing him to accelerate his mana, allowing him to push beyond his capacity. Someone is going to have a fun time. Especially with blades as fast as a whirlpool.

"Take THIS!"

Razorblade Typhoon (16%, 1-turn cooldown waived by Magic Snatch)
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Status: Magic Snatch (4)
Damage: 0%/175%1d20+6·1d20+6·1d20+6