Knowing your enemy [infiltrate the temple 2/4]

Amora looks around to where they are at and gets a very weird chill running down her spine from the atmosphere of the place and can only just nod her head at how accurate this would be for a creepy cult base. She takes a slow calming breathe to try and relax from everything around her as she glances towards her mentor with a smile knowing that things should be fine with his help. That with the two of them they can cover each others weaknesses to overcome most obstacles together. She glances down towards her own outfit with disgust at having to wear the horrible cultist outfit since to herself sneaking in would be the best call to try and get past the people that would be inside. Herself just hoping that the cultists in question won't be very observant and not the type to share information or they would spot and know her instantly because of the one who had stripped her of her earth magic. She feels her hands form into a fist at remembering that and then slowly breathes once more and opens her hand back up. She pulls the hood of the robe upwards to cover her face and nods towards her mentor with a small nervous smile on her face. Well lets get going Verus we don't have all day. She says towards her mentor still calling him by that name since they are on job thus protecting there names is kind of important.

Oras walked calmly through the forest, not worried too much at what may happen.  Not only had he handled these cultists rather well in the past, but Amora was also very powerful now herself.  Not only that but Oras couldn't actually die.  He had discussed with Amora however, that on the off chance his body was destroyed they'd need a plan of action.  Amora would need to use every enhancement she had to boost her speed to escape the blast radius of his soul, and try and knock as many enemies into the blast as she could.  Oras' soul absorbed everything, turning it into a base energy unknown to anyone in this world.  The more his soul absorbed the quicker his body would mend.  If Amora could knock enemies into the blast zone, then they would have less enemies to worry about, as well as speed up his recovery.  For now however, they were simply walking through the forest trying to find the entrance to the actual lair.  He felt a flare of anger and anxiety from Amora, not actually looking into her emotions but sometimes unable to help his soul brushing against them.  He turned to Amora when she spoke.  "Then come along.  We have two ways we can go about this.  We could either just go in as we are, or we could infiltrate them.  I took the liberty of taking the cultist cloaks from that shack we visited, and we can use that to blend in with any cultists.  That would give us the advantage of surprise."

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Amora looks towards her mentor and gestures towards the robes that she is wearing and nods her head towards that plan more then anything else. If we can spend time just investigating there area of living we can figure out there methods and reasonings Verus.The more we learn the better we can try to form a counterattack against there whole operation since we would know more. We can make sure they would have nothing to be able to stop the tag team duo of yourself and me once we storm there base. Unless you brought some guildmates along also for when we face the big bad of whatever plan these cultists would be trying to do. Amora says with a small shrug of her shoulders while walking alongside her mentor while wearing the cultist rubes in question that he had brought along from the previous job of investigations into the cult's activities. Though for herself she can only hope that they manage to last long enough in there to gather meaningful amounts of information before the whole place could end up going sky high. Though if her mentor manages to die she would have to get out there quickly which most likely would just be accomplished from her busting through walls while tossing most of those cultists back towards the blast like planned.

Amora seemed to be for the plan and explained how she believed it would be wise to learn as much as they could about their enemy, how they acted and such, before they made a move against them.  He smiled and thought to himself:  Good, she's learning.  He nodded to her and pulled his own robe out, sliding it over his sleeves and such until he was in the same exact garment.  He used illusion magic to hide this mask, allowing his face to be seen for the moment.  "There's only a few things that will ruin our disguises really.  The obvious being any verbal or physical slip ups indicating we are incognito.  The less so obvious one however is if that cultist who attacked you is here.  He'll recognize us instantly and ruin our cover.  We need to get in, learn everything we can, then get out.  Of course, we have to find the entrance first."  Oras continued to walk with Amora while using his illusions (in the form of birds) to scout out the place even further.  He was hoping to find the entrance relatively quick but there were a lot of places to search.  "Listen Amora.  Regardless of who or what we encounter, we have to remain focused and calm.  And I'm not talking about the silver fire though that's something to be wary of also.  I as well as you have to keep our emotions in check.  You for if you see that particular cultist again, and myself in case...  Well simply put I'm not without faults or emotions.  And under no circumstances can we be separated."

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She nods her head towards her mentor in understanding of his words. Preparing herself at least mentally for what she might have to do or say to get herself past any security that these people might have to try and check for fakers. Well Verus if that ends up being the case for the plan to try and get out once we learn what we can i would like to vote for taking out any targets we can find that might be of a high profile, or just easy people to capture or kill along the way. The less people they have the better we will be in the very end, and if we can capture one we might be able to force information out of him or her. She says in a low and soft tone of voice towards her partner wanting to at least offer her side of things. When hearing his warning she smiles softly at it knowing that it is him showing his softer side. The one that finally accepted her as a friend and willing to work alongside her for seemingly as long as the both are able to live, fight, and die together. I won't let my emotions get the better of me. However, if things go south and i see him i won't hold back in paying him back for what he did to me. He took my connection to my home i will take everything from him. She says while tightening her hand into a fist before glancing forward while glancing towards Oras. So how is it coming along in scouting the place out? She asks curiously while trying to use her own senses to her advantage. Particularly smell and hearing since she could follow a human scent towards a door, or even better hear people talking or moving.

"That's assuming that those high profile targets will be low enough in strength to where we can defeat them.  Remember that this is their home territory, there are more of them than us, and we don't know how powerful they are.  In addition it's clear that their magics are of different varieties.  If there are multiple strong wizards with a large variety of magic we could easily become outmatched.  If there are any targets we can take out however, then I'd agree with you.  We won't know until we enter of course, assuming our disguises work."  He then listened to Amora talk about how she wouldn't let her emotions control her, yet how if their disguises failed and they were forced to fight.  If that particular cultist was there she would want to fight him directly for what he had done to her.  How he had torn her past from her and that she would take everything from him.  Oras was a little bothered by what she had just said.  Not the death part, he didn't care whether that cultist lived or died.  Though he could prove to be useful if they interrogated him.  It was the part where she would have revenge.  "Revenge should be taken with caution.  It can easily fester and grow in your heart and create a sort of corruption.  An unyielding rage that can't be calmed or tamed, lingering even after you've had success in your actions.  Just how you learned how to control your flames however, I have faith you can control your anger and rage."

When she asked him how his search was going he said nothing for a few seconds until he found it.  He pointed to a cliffside where there was a narrow entrance dug into it.  It was concealed from the sheer narrowness as well as the brush and moss around it, but Oras found it.  He led her to the opening and would wait to see if she was ready.  When she was he'd take the first steps into the building.

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She listens to Oras speak as she shrugs her shoulders ever so slightly to his words not being that frightened of such cultists in one fashion or the other. Finding the idea of them to be partially an easy one to overcome as long as her and Oras work together to tackle them one at a time. It is just a factor of how well there teamwork could work together in taking down any opposition that they will meet along the way in the base. With the wide range of abilities she has for groups it should be possible to take out waves of the cultists if they become aggressive. It is just a matter of seeing what is inside Verus, and speaking of that how close are we to the exit? Shouldn't it be close by now? I swear my senses are telling me it is close somewhere. She says to herself while glancing around at the various plant life but not finding anything that seems out of place just yet. Though that being mainly from the fact she isn't native to these woods thus making it hard to tell what is meant to be there and not. Having heard plenty of little haunting tales during her two week travel about this place having some kind of nightmare demon lurking within it. 'But yeah when it comes to the high profile people we should be careful and tackle them one at a time for safety.' She finishes her previous thought by sending it as a telepathic message through the device that Oras had given her long ago back when they first met and needed a way to keep in contact during missions.

She continues forward while glancing around the relatively dead looking forest knowing that any birds she sees are most likely oras' for his use of information gathering with the little birds all around. She shakes her head ever so slightly at her mentor's constant want to teach her some kind of lesson about everything as she glances towards him. Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine in there Verus i'm a strong enough fighter that has learned to tame every beast within me. I'm certain i can handle seeing a simple human that i can hunt whenever i want to. She says with a smile that looks innocent at first glance but has this weird predatorial part of it if one was to look beyond the initial image. She then turns back towards the objective of the forest to find the entrance. When seeing Oras point towards the entrance she smiles very happily and makes her way towards the entrance herself. Quickly following behind her mentor as he enters the building himself as she quickly glances around the various interior structure. Closing the hatch behind her to continue the part as if they were going to join this cult. When entering the building the first thing they see is two cultists waiting by the entrance as they look towards the two of us.

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Amora didn't seem to be too concerned about their foes, stating that it would matter what was inside and how they wouldn't know until they entered.  She then told him to stop worrying about her.  Regardless of what she had said, the look in her smile and face worried Oras just a little.  She was seeing these people as prey, not as actual humans.  Then again, they preyed on the lives and souls of others.  They deserved to die regardless.  In all honesty Oras didn't care if they lived or died.  Well, if they were innocent or in fact victims of chance, pain or forced to for one reason or another.  If that were the case Oras would like to knock them out and try to bring them to a point where they can resume their lives in peace.  There was a difference between evil and manipulated.  He felt like he should probably remind her of this.  However she had developed some, so perhaps he should give her the benefit of the doubt.

He nodded to her and walked into the entrance.  It quickly became a little more wider, allowing them to travel down the passage with no issues.  The ground they walked on quickly became stairs.  Making the decent all the easier.  Soon enough it opened up into a hallway.  The walls were lined with stone brick walls, with a curved roof.  Torches rested on the walls to provide some light, though there was a slight dim setting, allowing there to be a sort of mood/feeling in the air.  A man was walking down the hall when he saw the two and smiled.  He approached them, a shadow over his upper face features due to the hood.  "Welcome initiates.  You must be the two I was told to wait for.  I am Avalok, and I will be your guide and mentor.  What shall I call you two?"

Amora looks towards the cultist with a smile on her face as the man introduces himself as she nods her head with her face being obscured by the hood. You may call me Pan. She says simple towards the cultist in question as she glances around the area and sees that there is mainly just a lot of hallways that lead in different various directions. With there not being that many varied sources of rooms to have a good space for combat inbetween such hallways meaning that if they were going to make there escape from this place they will need to play it careful. One wrong step could lead to them being trapped in a room with no escape out from it which could mean being stuck in a pretty nasty spot. Though if there are higher ups in this sort of cultist area that means also having to possibly collapse a hallway just to prevent anymore from joining the fight if the higher ups don't make there little troops runaway before that moment. 'Lots to think about for certain though that is only a small part. Things will pop up as they come along and when they do we can force a attack on these people.' She thinks to herself as she tunes just back into the conversation to hear the cultist ask for the two of them to follow him towards the direction of some kind of initiation room that is highly important for one reason or the other. She just nods her head and follows the cultist in question towards the room her eyes flicking over towards Oras hoping he would come up with some excuse to walk away and explore the rest of this little facility so they can cover as much ground as possible in there attempts to learn what is going on with the place.
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"You can call me Ares," Oras stated.  It would automatically be clear that the two were partners, so he felt they should use code names that connected in some way.  Since she was using the name of a Greek God, Oras would take on one as well.  It would be less suspicious if they were more 'open' after all.  The cloaked man chuckled as they shared their names.  "Greek eh?  And Pan?  Ah the irony.  The fun one and the serious one.  You two will be very much welcome in the organization, yes indeed.  Come in, come in.  I assume you wish to be initiated right away correct?  You've waited this long after all,"  "Actually,"  Oras said, trying to appear like a protective brother or friend.  He was hoping Amora would catch on to what he was doing, have them pretend to be best friends or siblings, and that she would be nervous but excited to join, while he was the overcautious and protective one.  "I would like to see the rest of the temple if you don't mind.  We heard much about you and we are inclined to join, due to us having nowhere else to go, but I'd like to see up close what you do.  If that's alright with you that is."  The cultist was hesitant at first but shrugged it off in the end, a mischievous grin on his face.  "Very well, if you wish to see our temple so passionately who am I to deny you of this?  Follow me then, and please.  If you have any questions do ask."

He led them down the hall and into the first room.  Inside was a scene that already looked sinister to anyone, and downright horrifying to any civilian.  In the center of the room was a stone pedestal with a bowl like shape on the top.  The bowl at the top of this pedestal was filled up with blood, and a dark book hovered above it, slowly circling as it did so.  The book seemed to be a more official volume of the book Oras had taken from the first cultist they had taken down back in Beanstalk Village.  Official was the word that came to mind as it was decorated with dark silver and designs that reminded one of death and darkness.  Other than the pedestal with the book hovering over it in the center of the room, the only other things were the banners that held their symbol.  The same one on the cultist's coin. "This is the initiation room.  I figured we would start here since you'll be revisiting it soon, as well as it's on the way.  We also anoint our members here when they are preparing for rituals, hour of silence and meditation, or other such occasions.  If you're not used to blood don't worry, there are methods of overcoming fears and nausea."

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Amora glances towards her partner Oras and nods her head catching on ever so slightly to what might be the plan of what is going to happen. From how the cultist reacted to calling her by the description of the supposed being from something greek. 'What even is a greek?' She thinks to herself in utter confusion with a slight shrug of her shoulders only knowing that it is some nice lady in the fairy tales with animals. She looks towards the cultist and smiles cheerfully and nods her head seemingly excitably at the prospect of getting this initiation thing started. However, also keeping up a slight act by having her tap her foot against the ground while listening. Seeing her partner now known as Ares step in quickly and asking to see the whole temple. why can't we just you know go do this initiation thing Ares? Whenever i want to do or go somewhere you always have to check everything. Amora says in a slight annoyed tone that has hints of nervousness peeking through. Seemingly excited for the idea of getting it started but ever so slight nervousness peeking forth when speaking about the whole initiation part of her sentence. As if unsure about it and what it might bring to her.

Despite her complaining that she is faking she follows her partner and the cultist to the various rooms during her best to memorize the layout in its entirety while keeping herself ready to strike and knock people unconscious. When seeing the scene of the initiation room she finds herself filling up with genuine nervous energy at what she sees around her. From the floating book that is seemingly doing that by itself, to the very blood that fills the bowl in this room. Amora recoiling quite visibly at just the stench of it alone that might be bearable to normal people. However, with her enhanced senses it is much worse as the scent of just iron from the blood and the scent that accumulates from it just sitting there hits her. She quickly acts her part and walks over towards Oras and tugs his sleeve gently while holding a hand to her mouth to cover her nose. This place doesn't smell nice Ares. She says just loud enough for him to hear along with the cultist. Trying to play the younger friend or sister part that is sticking close to her protector. Being genuine in her plight though about the room smelling absolutely horrifically.

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When Amora had asked her question, Oras mentally smiled in relief that she had managed to catch on. He turned to her and held her hand tightly. "I'm not going to toss us into an organization until I see it first hand. I told you this. Just be patient alright?" She was playing her part well, mixing her apparent excitement with a hint of nervousness of what would be happening to her. She had matured a good deal, and despite her ignorance in government, culture, legends and stories, as well as technology of the modern world, she adapted quickly and knew how people behaved at this point. She made for a skilled hunter, especially with her takeover magic. When she mentioned the stench both Oras and the cloaked figure looked at her. "Yeesss, it does take some getting used to. You'll adjust quickly though, as blood is the easiest resource you'll find and gather. The lowest ranks of the order are typically in charge of gathering resources we need, which gives them the time to adjust to all the sights, actions and smells our order is exposed to." He walked over and patted Amora on the shoulder with a comforting smile, his eyes still unseen due to his hood and the shadow it cast upon his face. "Though for the moment we should perhaps complete our tour yes? Come with me." He led them out of the room and back into the hallway. As they did so, Oras noted another cultist in the same robes and hood heading for the entrance, stopping there to stand guard it would seem, and from his stance to keep people from entering, not leaving. "What was your name, if you don't mind me asking?" Oras asked. "I don't believe you shared that." The man turned to look at them again, "Oh how forgetful of me! By title I'm known as "Judgement Ruin, but please just call me Ruin."

Ruin led them into another room, one that had five beds and a chest beside them. Other than that the room was rather bland with only a few torches to keep the place lit. "This is one of the living chambers. There isn't much in here and you are only allowed as many items that fit in the chest. The reasons for this is because we try to remind our followers that there is no need for material possessions, and to look to our gods and goddesses, and their realms and treasures, as our end goal. Do either of you have any possessions you wish to keep?" Oras shrugged. "Just my daggers, nothing more than that." "Good, that will make the initiation easier for you as you seem to share our views on this. Or at least the lack of reason for material possession. How about you miss Pan? Anything you wish to keep or will miss upon initiation?"

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Amora just pouts while crossing her arms at her chest at being told to wait patiently for the initiation thing that is suppose to happen for new recruits. She glances towards Verus with a smile that is hidden by the hood of the cultist robes that she wears. She glances towards the cultist that speaks to her as he starts doing so as she just nods her head and sticks closer towards Oras while gripping his right sleeve ever so slightly. Well i can only hope i get use to it. Since i want to make sure that i can be the best that i can be. Amora says in a rather upbeat and cheerful tone of voice with a smile that would seem bright and cheerful if it could be seen by people as she then quickly follows the cultist towards the next room. Finding out that his name is ruin seemingly which can easily be figured is just a fake name that he had been given, or as he had said just based off of his title and thus providing nothing solid. Which was certainly to be expected since they hadn't given there actual names either.

When hearing the question about asking if she will have any positions that she would miss she just shakes her head no. Not having any weapons on her or anything at all beyond just her regular clothes, and the cultist cloak. Having put everything else in the safety of Oras' room back at his guild. That she basically demanded for him to put there for safety reasons. I'm fine can we start this now, or are there more room mister buzzkill wants to see. She asks while turning her head towards Oras trying to act more excited then nervous atm then glances towards the cultist. Umm...this initiation thing how does it work exactly? She says in a soft and nervous filled tone of voice. Trying to act just a bit worried and nervous once more about the outcome. Hoping her act of a tough girl that is just scared in reality is working and not being too contradictory. She looks towards her partner and smiles a bit at him mentioning he has some daggers to use for fighting against any threats. A more quick and easy response method for a quick and silent death of there little tour guide if they are able to find a room to hide him in. With that complete they could easily just travel around without much worry to find a target, or location to gather as much information as possible from people.

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Oras felt Amora take a hold of his sleeve, but he was assuming it was because of her acting. Not that she was legitimately nervous or scared. He was mainly analyzing the entire place and learning as much as he could. He would want to report this the moment he had the chance, perhaps even let Izayuki know about this if it turned out to be too massive for Amora and Oras to handle alone. He would only do so as a last resort however, as he knew Amora wanted to do this with Oras. When Ruin heard Amora's words he laughed for a moment. "That's the spirit my dear! You two would make an excellent team I'd say. I'll admit I'm curious to see how the duties of a cultist affects you over time. Everyone changes in the order, and it's quite amusing at times to see certain people evolve in the organization. Grow and thrive and the like." They continued to walk, Oras making sure to not walk too fast if Amora was still holding his sleeve for the sake of their cover. When Amora asked if they could start the initiation already, Ruin chuckled while Oras tapped her on the head. "You're going to indulge me and that's final. Stop complaining, he's just giving a tour."

Ruin, who seemed to be enjoying the banter between the two, heard Amora's seemingly nervous question. "It's rather simple to be honest. Involving you swearing fealty, repeating the creed of our guild as I say it, a sacrifice to prove your loyalty, and then we anoint you. Once you two initiate into the order we'll give you a full day to adjust before we begin giving you assignments. As new recruits you'll mainly be doing resource gathering as I've said, while also receiving classes and meditate until you have found which God or Goddess calls out to you in particular." The three of them reached the next room, having passed multiple living chambers with one or two cultists in a few of them. "Speaking of classes, this is where they will be held." Inside the room was not much. The far end was elevated slightly with an obsidian pulpit, and seven chairs behind that. The rest of the room had no chairs but markings on where to stand. "This is where one of the high cultists, or the stand in for them when they are busy, will preach to the order. Sharing from the book you saw in the initiation room. You won't be able to read it until you've been taught the language of the dead of course, which will come as you climb the ranks."

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Amora smiles to herself at hearing that this cultist saying that herself and Oras would make a great team. Finding that kinda amusing considering that they are a team just not the one that this cultist will think they are when they bring down this organization that goes by the moniker of a guild most likely a guild one do to there practices. Though hearing the idea that people change during there time of being exposed to these conditions being rather surprising to herself, and making herself slightly curious as to what the cause or causes for such a change could be from. Be it a magical influence or something about how people change when faced with a situation that is beyond them in some fashion. She feels her head get tapped as she gives a playful glare to her partner while looking into his eyes with a pouty face before huffing and turning her head away to keep up the childish excitement act. She lets her gaze slowly shift back towards where they are walking and how they arrived at that location as her gazes shifts across the room towards the various little areas. Finding nothing overly unique about the location or about what goes on in it except for the mention of some head members teaching the class from a book that is supposedly allow people to speak to dead creatures. Finding herself ever so slightly intrigued by such a concept of a language being written down by people who haven't experienced death possibly, or if they have that there is someone within this organization that can bring people back to write down the language that they learn. Which isn't getting into the initiation ritual itself that mentions multiple gods or goddesses whatever importance they are meant to have. Only vaguely knowing something about them from those fairy tale books that used such a word for powerful beings who were most likely just powerful mages.

She looks towards the man ruin and decides that trying her best to learn more of this cult might be in her best interest. Uhmm..excuse me Ruin. What god, or goddess or both did you find yourself attuned with. Can someone even have multiple gods or goddesses they are attuned towards? Also, has anyone ever heard directly from one our gods or goddess? She asks innocently and curiously forcing herself to use the possessive noun to try and make her sound like she is truly buying in and wishing to get involved with this dark guild that is wishing to destroy her very home. Knowing that she won't allow them to get away with doing so since nature is her domain and thus she will do everything in her power to protect it from all invasive invaders.

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Ruin heard her question and turned to look at her with curiosity, scanning the two individuals yet again.  "You two are walking in blind aren't you?  Of course you can become attuned towards multiple gods and goddesses.  Being attuned with one means being personally connected to them.  Usually it occurs when the beliefs, personalities, or desires align with the member.  And seeing as how some gods and goddesses may share beliefs, or as it is usual with the Gods and goddesses of death, share the same desire and requirements.  I have been able to personally attune myself to five of the ancient gods now, each with their own specialty.  I meditate long and hard to learn from them.  And to answer your final question yes.  The more potent of a relationship you create with them the more often they will speak to you.  At first just in subtle gestures.  Then whispers.  If you become important enough to obtain their notice they will begin speaking directly to you, which is an honor indeed.  I have already made a guess as to who the two of you would probably align with, but not only may this change after you've been here a while, I've been known to be wrong before in general.  Guessing other's relationships hasn't always been my forte.  I'm even going to refrain from guessing that you won't fall in love with one of the gods and do literally anything for them, as that has happened before...  That was a, mess to clean up after, heh heh."  With that Ruin led them out of the room and towards the next one down the halls.

"There are three more variations of rooms before our little tour is completed, so it won't be long now dear Pan."  Ruin said with a chuckle.  They entered another room that was yet again unique with it's own design.  The room was circular, with four miniature waterfalls on what would have been the corners of the room if it hadn't been circular.  The water was just that:  water.  But there were what seemed to be colored torches, blood red, which made the water appear as if it were blood.  There was a massive circle where in the center stood a sort of pedestal with a skull decorating the surface of it.  Surrounding the skull was the symbol for 'death' in every language ever written and designed.  There were a few cultists standing on the edge of the circle with their arm in the air and their hooded heads bowed.  Each were speaking what appeared to be..  Oras couldn't determine what.  They were speaking in an unknown language that's all he knew.  "This is where our members come to worship our deities,"  he said softly in attempts not to disturb the group.  "Some wish for chants, some wish for songs and poems.  Though the more, hands on deities require acts of sacrifice, whether it be blood from one's self or the blood from another through violence.  However we rarely have people who worship the latter deity, so I wouldn't worry too much that you would receive one of the same."

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Amora nods her head as the man speaks of the cult's beliefs and systems about how there worship actually works. Finding herself more curious about the idea of a god or goddess speaking directly towards a person more so then anything else. The very idea of it being completely confusing towards herself to why a strong magical being would waste its time talking to any human that would probably fail. However, she just smiles and nods her head excitedly as the man continues to talk more and more continuing to play the part of a excited new member to this group. She glances around the rooms as they walk from one towards the next finding herself not that most interested in what the man is speaking about as her focus fades away from that ever so slightly now and then. Having already known that the cultists were crazy enough to do anything in her eyes at the very least. When entering the new room she looks towards the water and her senses allow her to know even though it looks like blood that it isn't. Which she is quite thankful for as she would have no clue how she would be able to handle the smell of a pool made of blood and a waterfall made of blood. Hearing the strange chanting though she just nods her head taking a guess that it might be the language of the dead that the man had talked about when mentioning the books and there teachings.

She glances towards the man known as Ruin and gestures excitedly to continue moving along the tour while moving side to side ever so slightly with the distance of these steps being about half of a normal step one would take. She glances towards the each cultist that she has seen and keeps a running tally of how many are actually within this base, and if any have unique little features with them to try and identify them as a high ranking member.

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Oras looked through the room and then looked back to Ruin. "So worship comes in many forms depending on which God or Goddess you worship? What if one worshiped multiple or all Gods? What do you do then? Is there a default method?" The cultist known as ruin chuckled and led them out of the room. As they walked out he would explain. "We worship the gods and goddesses of death, so by default we give them offerings such as blood, skulls, or souls we have captured. As another 'default' as you described it, we also have a pre written chant our members can use, if they cannot come up with their own chants or songs of praise. It's not really anything special but still." He lead them to yet another room, and Oras would note that there was a set of doors at the end of the hall. These doors were more decorated and seemed far more thick and stronger than any of the average doors they had seen as of late. Ruin led them to the door on the right but didn't let them enter, only letting them look from the outside. Oras noted that this room was on the other end of the hall from the room of worship, effectively creating a cross of crucifixion which was a cruel manner of execution. Ruin gestured to the inside of the room and spoke in a rather hushed tone. "This is the room of silence. When you need to meditate, calm your mind and soul, you come here to do so. No one is permitted to make a sound in this room to provide a sense of calm, and allowing one's thoughts to settle." Inside the room was multiple cultists, seven in fact. All of them sitting cross legged on the circular floor.

With that over, Ruin led them both back down the hall and to the ritual room. He grinned as they approached it. "The room we are heading towards is the last room in our temple. The ritual room. Sacrifices, spell creations, artifact creations, connecting to our gods, summoning, and more... Complex rituals, are what we use this room for. It is currently being unused at the moment, so we will have no one inside. Once you've taken a good look we can return to the initiation room and you can officially become one with our organization. Exciting is it not?" As they walked into the room however, the doors behind them closed. Oras turned to look at the door, and as he did so noticed that Ruin was a bit surprised by this himself. "Ruin that's enough, go ahead and move the other cultists if you please," a voice spoke out of nowhere. "Have one of them ascend or something, we'll deal with the infiltrators." Ruin looked at the two and suddenly cackled as a spell appeared on his hand. "Well then. Looks like you two get to see the high cultists prematurely. Farewell for now. I look forward to meddling with your souls." And with that he vanished, while simultaneously Seven Cultists appeared on the other end of the room. One was who seemed to be a young boy with a black cloak over him, shifting his feet a bit nervously. The second was a woman with what looked like a mix of a black dueling outfit and a dress, who looked down on them with a snarky grin. The third was a man who wore a black suit, was well groomed, and whose eyes gleamed at Amora (she would feel an odd feeling, as if her heart skipped a beat upon seeing him and his handsome featur- why did she think that?). The fourth was a woman who wore a black outfit with a blade hanging on her hip, her face expressionless. The fifth was a figure completely cloaked in black with a silver mask with two slits and scar like carvings on it. The sixth was who appeared to be a little girl with an excited and joyful expression, as if she was having a playdate with a childhood friend. The seventh was a man wearing white and silver clothes with a black cape lined with gold, who looked at the two as if they were inferior to him.

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She turns to look towards the cultist that is leading them around the various rooms within the cultist hideout and just nods her head ever so slightly. Finding herself more curious then everything else when the mention of souls had come onto the plate about what they do with there kills and worship. Finding herself intrigued due to the nature of her magic capturing beasts into her being and then wrestling them for control is the best description she could give. Thus hearing something about soul magic intriguing her rather greatly as a smile plays across her face at the idea of utilizing such magic to control enemies that she would eventually fight in some manner or the other. 'I wonder what kind of practices they have with these things.' She thinks to herself with a smile across her face as genuine excitement fills her being about the idea of learning of such magic for her own uses. She shakes her head ever so slightly to refocus back onto reality as such thoughts had entered her mind. Knowing that while it would be useful Oras would most likely not allow her to utilize such magic to its fullest extent because of the him not wanting her to kill her opponents that she comes across.

When they arrive at the room of silence she smiles ever so slightly to herself at the thought of ruining such silence at a future date. To just mess with these cultists in a great manner with the usage of some kind of item that she will get her hands on in one way or the other. Assuming that they could do some kind of long information gathering type of mission within this place. As they soon get led away and thus stopping her thoughts once more towards the ritual room she grins to herself ever so slightly at hearing the possibility of something akin to a artifact. Since it could make for a interesting weapon if she could get her hands on one, and if it could be utilized like any weapon could be used against an opponent. However, to her surprise the voice of something enters the area as the doors close behind her as she just grins to herself at seeing the doors close. 'A Fight is about to start and i am going to throw the first punch.' She thinks to herself with some glee since she has been excited to see what something big or powerful can do against her new magic. She glances around the room at the various figures as her focus goes towards mostly the man with gleaming eyes and the woman. Finding the man a good target to kill as her body is getting some kind of reaction when she looks at him. Taking such feeling like her heart skipping a beat as her sense of hunting and killing takes over as she just looks towards Oras. Wanting to get the signal to start finding as Amora glances between her mentor and the council over and over again.

If Amora would be given the signal to attack she would lunge forward at the fastest speed she could achieve which would reveal her face from the hood of the cultist robes would fly backwards. Revealing her yellow colored eyes that are reptilian in design as she would go towards whoever got into her way and punch them with a electrical punch to start the fight off.

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"Don't rush in blindly young mistress," masked and cloaked individual said noting her eagerness for battle. "Or I promise you won't escaped unscathed." "Oh don't be such a downer my friend," the man with gleaming eyes said and turned to Amora with a pure white smile. "We should introduce ourselves after all. Don't you guys think?" He looked over to the last cultist, the one with the cape, but he seemed to be ignoring them. As if they didn't matter much to him just as Oras and Amora seemed to be insects to his eyes. "I agree~" the little girl said happily. "Why don't we go in order? Seems fair don't you think?" The others nodded save for the caped, masked and silent ones. Oras blinked as they said all of this. Were they for real? These were the seven high cultists? Weren't they worshiping death and acting in their names? Oras didn't know what to expect but he had never anticipated these rather... Untamed attitudes. He wondered if these were caused by the changes Ruin had mentioned. At any rate... They had to be careful. Most of them were powerful wizards. If they made even one slip up, then there would be disaster. He was focusing so hard on them, trying to analyze every one of them, that Amora would be able to feel the intensity of his stare just from being beside him.

The young boy stepped forward first, seeming shy. "Um.. My name is Aviron, also know as, the puppeteer.. A pleasure to meet the two of you." He quickly stepped back beside the woman, who then took a few steps forward. Pride and cockiness oozing out of her. "I am Madam Crow, also known as Hell's Judgement." As she stepped back, the man would step forward, grace mixed with flirtatious actions. "I am known as the Voice of Death. But for you my dear, you can call me Allen," he said with a wink. "Oh, and she's known as silence, for obvious reasons." As he stepped back, the masked man stepped forward, the woman clearly not taking part of this. "You shall call me Grave." He stepped back, letting the young girl step forward, seeming to be excited with all of this. "My name is Alice!~ But I'm also known as the Destroyer~ Call me what you want! And this is the Master Cultist! Though his name is Bertie. Hee hee!" she giggled as she said his name, seeing it funny. Of course the man didn't seem bothered, annoyed or even paying attention to any of this. When they were finished he finally spoke again.

"The fact is we can't have you wandering around, so instead of sending minions at you we'll just crush you here and now. Or more accurately, they will. I have no time for this. Puppeteer? Hell? Deal with the maggots. I have other matters to attend to, as do the rest of you." The girl seemed disappointed that she wasn't going to see the fight but teleported with the master cultist and the others. The man known as Death's Voice winked at Amora and blew a kiss her way. "Sorry it wasn't meant to be my sweet~ See you in the afterlife!!" He too vanished. The woman spaced away from the boy, who seemed rather nervous. "Can you handle this Madam Crow? I don't feel comfortable fighting them..." "Nonsense dear Aviron, you'll do fine. Just, don't get in my way."

"Amora... Don't rush blindly into battle ok?"

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She watches as the events unfold as she can tell from Oras' stance and just his general presence that he is wishing to take this carefully as she sighs softly and just hangs back for now catching the vibe that caution must be advised for this one. She gazes between the various members as they try to introduce themselves as she just memorizes the names that are said along with hints about what kind of magic they could be utilizing to give more info on how they can confront them. However, much to her relief most of them leave the area leaving only two for them to fight as she glances between them wondering which one she should try to take down first. Thinking of the names that have been given she glances towards her partner and activates the device that allows them to talk to one another through a telepathic link, or something. She isn't entirely too sure on how it works just knowing that it does without much knowledge of how it decides to do so. With that she activates the device as the two start to speak. 'Oras i think i will try to take the puppeteer. If he is a puppeteer of people it is better me then you since you're stronger then me. If he is a puppeteer of other things my magic can attack multiple things. The other is a mystery to me honestly, and i think you can catch on quickly to what she might try to pull against us. If they prove a difficult match for the two of us we can try switching opponents to fight off the other.' She thinks towards Oras with the mental link so the plan can be put into place as she looks towards the puppeteer as a smile goes across her face that is hidden as a thought enters her mind. Sorry Ares i am getting out of here. You're on your own. Amora says with a smirk as she activates chameleon cloak and activates the camouflage function and takes off the cult robes and throws them towards the two cultists and back away and starts moving silently towards the smaller opponent that is the puppeteer doing her best to try and conceal her magical presence to give the full illusion that she had ditched Oras. Amora entirely gone from sight as she just looks towards the opponent she has claimed readying herself for action, or reaction depending if she is still found out by either of them.

If the puppeteer found her and started to attack in any function she would quickly launch herself towards him and try to go for a simian strength strike against his person. If he dodge it she would quickly follow up with porcupine quills shot at him from point blank range if possible trying to strike at him while keeping invisible to chase after her target to conceal where she could possibly attack from.

If the woman known as hell judgment attacked her she would quickly go with the plan of a electric powered punch with her eel transformation. Combined with her eagle wings to fire feathers at her to try and keep her at a distance to allow Amora some time to analyze any possible magic that would come from her.

Oras heard her speak to him via the mental communication artifact they had gained. She told him what she had suspected, and that she believed she should fight the puppeteer if he did in fact take control of others. Her reasoning for this was that she was weaker than Oras was, and that she'd rather be taken captive than he. It was probably a strategic based move more than anything, but it wasn't as simple as she stated. Namely: The last time they had fought, Amora nearly won. Her abilities cut through his own, so if the Puppeteer took control of her, he'd be nearly helpless against her. Especially since he didn't want to inflict permanent damage against her. However... Oras was a strategist, so he could come up with a method to get around her while she was fighting for control. '.....Alright. I don't like it, in fact I hate the idea of seeing you under another one's control. But strategically it makes sense. Don't take too many risks.' He watched as Amora vanished and Oras created an illusion of his mask over his face. "No worries, this shouldn't be too difficult." Before he could attack however, the woman cackled. "Oh dearie me, the girl has suddenly vanished and left her good friend unguarded. Whatever shall we do?" Suddenly the air would become extremely hot in the entire ritual room, steam rising and causing anything clear to glisten, including the scales on her skin, causing light to reflect off of them. The woman laughed at Amora's attempt. "Please kids, stop playing us for saps. Aviron, handle the girl. She stalks the shadows like you do." I call dibs on the boy with the big head."

"Hey don't say that about me! I don't stalk the shadows I'm just, shy.. Oh well... Miss, may I ask you what you're name is? I know they were rude not to ask, but I was curious... Oh I should probably choose a summon. Mister wraith? Could you help me out here?" Suddenly a wraith would appear, with two blades in hand and covered in a shadowy mist. His zipped jacket/coat being black leather and cloth. He looked at Amora, and she would see his eyes seemed hollow. As if he didn't have a soul. "Next time give a command master, not a request. I exist to serve." "I know it's just.. I don't see you that way you know?" "...Whatever. This the target?" "Yeah, just make sure not to-" In the blink of an eye the wraith would be on top of her, lashing his blades at her with insane speed and expert swordsmanship. If she made an attack at him he would dodge it, and if she tried to corner him he would simply be pulled into his shadow on the floor or wall and appear elsewhere to attack. If she tried to maneuver around him to attack her master, she would be warped back to the Wraith through a shadow that would appear out of nowhere.

Meanwhile, the woman's hands shifted into dark red, demonic claws. A demonic tail emerging from the rear. Her eyes turned black and wings emerged from her back. Not a full takeover. She wasn't taking him seriously it would seem. "My my my, how will you hold up against a de- wait. What's with your soul?" she asked him, suddenly distracted. "Interesting.. I'd LOVE to experiment with it once you're dead. I won't bother with the body, you're not my type." She shot at him when she was suddenly reduced in speed, gritting her teeth at his magic. The Wraith however didn't seem very effective, though it appeared the speed reduction had a double effect on the boy. So that was it then. He was forced to pay attention to his fight again, as the woman spewed fire from her mouth at him, and he was forced to dodge, summoning his illusions and trying to activate his magic as fast as he could.

Amora looks towards the woman and frowns as the woman starts heating up the room in some sort of fashion as steam arises and makes her scales glisten from the water moisture catching onto them. She immediately disbands the scales from her body as she looks towards her opponent and gets into a basic fighting stance that is fitting for her animalistic way of fighting. She quickly runs down through the options within her mind as she grins and figures out a way of attacking quickly on the spot that might allow her to counterattack. When hearing being asked for her name she turns towards the kid and just grins ever so slightly as her eyes shift ever so slightly as the only change towards herself as she looks towards the kid in front of her. My name is Pan that is all there is to it. She says simple towards the child and look towards the being that is summoned by the kid known as a wraith as she smirks to herself remembering being able to kill one of its own species before and taking it as her own power. Her hands sparking with electrical energy she activates her wings also and quickly fires feathers at he summoner while combating against he wraith with a smirk. Utilizing her spectral strike to hit the creature over and over again with one strike after the next. Dodging the blades that are trying to strike at her with experienced reflexes granted to her by years of hunting and fighting.

Seeing the initial diagonal slash she quickly ducks under the blade heading towards her and swings her fist forward with electricity surrounding it as she starts firing feathers at the summoner as she does so. Swinging her fist towards the creature's fist as it sidesteps out of the way as Amora just continues the barrage of arrows sent towards the summoner not caring if the wraith would try to get into the way or the summoner dodges. Just keeping the onslaught going without any hindrance or stop to the attack. Each electrical punch from her fists trying to hit towards the wraith the attacks being open palmed with the fingers pointed like claws as the electricity shapes in that same manner. She smiles noticing her target the summoner moving quite slower then normal knowing that is her partner working his magic quite literally. Seeing her partner activate the slow debuff she activates the next step in her attack quick as lightning a white  light surrounds her as she grows once more into the form that Oras has not seen yet. The hidden full takeover she saved for situations just like this.  Once more becoming a 8 foot tall being with wings that match such a height with both hands turning into claws with electricity still surrounding them as the right claw gains a grey coloring to it and becomes bigger  and bulkier. Her body having quills all along it as a seeming type of defensive system to those who would think of porcupines. Her body having a tough as steel exoskeleton like that of a shrimp all along the body. The face of the being turns towards her opponent looking like that of a minotaur crossed with her normal face as she smirks down towards her opponent now.

Sonic strike. The new Amora says with a grin as she moves as fast as her body would take her with the boost that she is getting as she feels every muscle in her body working at 100% increased efficiency as she charges forward still as she starts off by snapping her claw closed to create the burst range deafening sound all around her to disorient everything in her way. As she then follows that up by firing a hail of feathers down at the wraith and the summoner with both of her claws open and firing off twin jets of boiling water at the summoner. Soon followed after is a torrent of quill like needle hitting all around the spot she had just struck. With each needle being covered in a thin layer of electricity as Amora is just smiling at her handy work after the fact as she waits to see what becomes of her prey. Nature's wrath. She says softly coining the attack for going all out.

He smiled to her upon hearing her name, appearing to see her as a normal person and not as a target. "Well the name certainly fits. Listen, I know you guys want us dead but we can't really... Let that happen. Like, literally cannot. I'm really sorry, I hate to fight people but-" he was cut off as she began an assault against him and the wraith. When she swung her fists at the Wraith he dodged it again, the electricity not seeming to bother him at all. He had no emotional reaction to anything she did. He didn't even flinch upon her sending projectiles at his master. Her arrows were absorbed into a shadow the wraith seemed capable of conjuring and controlling shadows to some limited degree, and able to warp people and items. Such as the arrows which were now sent right back at her from below. The wraith was able to phase through her arrows and still attack her, due to the fact that he claimed them as his own when he took them into his shadows. He continued to assault her, never once giving ground. All the while the boy watched the fight while biting his lip. He didn't like fighting. Or pain, or suffering. He hoped that she would meet a quick death... However as boy watched, Amora transformed into a beast like creature. The huge bulky body. The quills covering her back. Her skin turning to shrimp styled scales. She looked... Really weird. Aviron couldn't take her too seriously if he was honest, she kind of looked comical. She was probably stronger, but still. The wraith seemed, once again, unaffected by her actions. When she used sonic strike, the wraith seemed to be immune to it, while the summoner, the boy, fell to his knees crying out in agony. The wraith watched as she became twice as fast, able to keep up with it now as it 'danced' with her with his blades. Despite her being as fast as the wraith was now, it continued to keep up and parry and dodge her attacks. She shot another hail of feathers which the wraith quickly knocked out of the air with it's two swords, only a few passing him and landing harmlessly beside his master. She t hen launched jets of water from her claws which the wraith once again, redirected via shadow portals. However this time he aimed them at Oras instead of her, and continued his assault. Like with the feathers, he parried each quill sent from the chimera before him.

Oras had his hands full with the woman who was managing to fend off him and his illusions. He was trying to use heightened telekinesis, but he couldn't use it due to the fact that the stone and material of the room was, unknown to him. He didn't know what it was made up of and thus unable to envision the molecules moving. Because of this he could only rely on his illusions, which this woman seemed able to see past easily. So Oras had to face her with hand to hand combat skills. It helped that she was slowed down, but she had shifted her body to another form, giving her more speed to fight which made this more tedious. In the middle of this battle he barely recognized Amora change and saw the motion, in the corner of his eye, to cause a blast of sound waves. Oras quickly leaped back and used his magic to alter the sound waves so that he would be protected. When the sonic blast hit the woman she screamed in pain and anger. She gripped her ears before her scream shifted to laughter and she turned to Amora. Her hearing seemingly have repaired itself quickly. "Ooooohh lookie here. The kiddie thinks she can play takeover queen? Hmmm.... I kind of want to kill you now, but I also want to give you just enough hope and fight you later. I like to savor my food after all." She looked at Aviron who lay on the ground quivering. She sighed knowing he'd be out for a little while. She returned her attention to Oras, who attempted to strike her again and blocked his strike with a hand. Never budging and looking rather bored. "Did anyone tell you your magic sucks?"

"I've been saying that myself lately. But it does have it's perks," he said as he created a massive flash of light that blinded her temporarily, causing her to curse and try to cover her eyes as a reflex. Oras rushed in and slashed at her. His strikes aimed for every and any weak point he could discover. However her skin seemed to be impenetrable. This wasn't looking good...