Forgotten Cathedral [Dungeon] (Read 1,019 times)

[Kalina]

FORGOTTEN CATHEDRAL

Mission Info

The search through the cathedral will be a different experience depending on how the adventurers go about it. But regardless of their approach, they will all start up the road from the cathedral, or further away.

When they arrive at the cathedrawl there will already be some options. The massive door that once protected the building has cracked and broke allowing anyone to enter. To the west there is the gate to a graveyard, which has been mysteriously left open. From the cathedral no tombstones can be seen, but it is evident that the graveyard is one of the largest in Fiore. On the eastern side there is what looks to be a cellar. What is not immediately known is that the cellar and main building each secretly lead to a catacomb, adding one more option for the adventurers.

Since the people left the cathedral many creatures have made it home. Some animals and some beasts. But even before the residents moved away there is evidence that strange and supernatural events occured below the church and in the graveyard.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

The best part of her job was the ability to help people. A few days ago a wanderer reported screams from an old church located north of Port Hargeon. Julianne suspected someone may be trapped in there or worse, and it was her duty to help those in need of aid. If she didn't take action, someone may lose their life. She was going to do everything she could to prevent that, even if she had no intelligence on the church whatsoever. She wasn't going on a formal assignment, but she was authorized to handle the situation with normal protocol.

But, who knew if she'd see some aid from some local mages.

Her signature black stylized vehicle rolled up the road before coming to a stop. She was at the fork of the road, where she could choose going left, right, or up to the enormous church ahead. Even from a distance she could see the cathedral's towering stature. The blonde knight took a moment of time to admire its colossal structure. Even though she was religious, she didn't go to church a lot. Instead, she buried herself in her work and was forced to neglect spiritual obligations. In a way, it was similar to how little time she had for family time with her arduous job.

Well, sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

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And so, the story begins on a dirt-paved road touting a glorious, light-brown paint. What a wondrous road it was and one could simply not fathom a better starting point for the assured adventures to come. It was so beauteous, the small creature of yellow could not help but fondle it. Mango, equipped with his casual wear, but of course no shoes – none would fit, anyway – was on his cute-little knees just moving dirt around with the palms of his furry mitts. “Uh? Hold on a sec. What was I doing again?” His self-directed questions placed paused to his actions. “Right, right. That's what it was.” Silly Mango, having become curious enough of the road to test its hardness with his own two hands, temporarily forgot that he was on his way to check out the interior of a mysterious church.

Hold on a minute! What was that sound? Some kind of magically-motorized automobile? He swung his attention towards an oncoming car. “Woah nelly!” Mango called out while he scrambled to his feet. After doing so, he moved himself a little ways past the road side. He wanted to place some distance between the large metal monstrosity and his tiny self.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

The car screeches to a sudden stop. The door opens up so fast it almost comes off of its hinges. A blonde woman steps outside of the vehicle with purpose. She is wearing a blue, armored dress and has a sword fitted well into its scabbard. Her eyes lock onto the yellow creature and start glowing like some kind of inhumane animal. Each step she takes towards the banana colored beastkin holds the weight of a thousand elephants. Then she takes off towards it with the swiftness of a trained olympian.

Then she glomps it with all of her knightly might.

"It's so cute! Oh my god! How did this guy get here? Wow!"

Whew. She pulls herself away and dusts herself off. After all, she most likely just rolled around on the ground and the ground is very dirty. Only after her spontaneous delirium does she decide to liberate herself of the accumulate dust. Sometimes she just needs to get that urge out of her system. At least she doesn't have creepy, homicidal urges like the other ninety percent of Earthland has for some unexplainable reason. All of the beastkins she met before can talk, so she figures this one must be capable of it, too. Maybe he's a mage, like the others.

"I'm Julianne Brooks - formally known as Corporal Brooks. I'm on an expedition to see the origins of a scream reported from the cathedral up ahead. Would you happen to be a curious mage on the job?"

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With the vehicle screeching to a halt, it was no wonder that the creature's attention was stolen with such haste. The sights he had fixated his eyes upon shift, an infinitely brief duration of environmental smear separated what lay within his past and current line of sight. Mango looked to it swift enough to catch the car's door opening with a somewhat frightening velocity. A woman stepped out with a disturbing expression flavouring her face. Her eyes bored into his own. “...She looks a couple sandwiches shy of a picnic,” Mango muttered quietly to himself, inwardly wondering who they were and what had tickled her fancy, so to speak. It couldn't have been little 'ol him, could it?

“Woah!” The exclamation came after he fell victim to an overwhelming embrace. It was a stranger, but hugs were nice from anybody. “Uh – thank you kindly for the kind words, ma'am!” Introductions followed and Mango quickly learned of her rune knight status. That certainly explained her manner of dress and that vehicle sitting adjacent to them.

“Yes, that's right. Curious to see what's up with that church down there, but I didn't hear a no screams. I'm Mango, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you. Mind if my cute, yellow self accompanies you?”

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

IS IT ME? IS IT YOU?

Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

"Mango?" Julianne's eyes widen in surprise as she seems to be taken aback by the statement. "You mean - the Mango?" Since the Magic Council govern the guilds it's difficult not to catch wind of who leads which especially when the Master is as distinctive as the yellow beastkin before her. Amongst her peers she has heard about the renowned Master of Fairy Tail who makes up what he lacks in humanity with amiability. It is her first time ever meeting him in person. "I've heard about you, friend. It's an honor to finally meet you."

She steers herself around to face the nearby cathedral. Her car is still several meters ahead and she resolves to get back inside of it to enclose the distance between them and the large church. "I don't mind at all. The situation will be significantly easier to handle with someone of your prowess." Julianne began before gesturing towards her stylish automobile. "We can take my car to get up there, it's still a little ways away, but we should be there in a couple of minutes with the aid of the car." Who knew what would be in the cathedral. She can only stomach it because she isn't easily daunted. It was in her interest to look around the cathedral itself, and no its notorious catacombs and other sinister features.

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Mango? The Mango? Had he, for some reason, grown in popularity? The thought was his first following the girl's initial reaction. It wouldn't have been until a bit later that his position would dawn on him. He'd only ever thought of his position as one responsible for the guild's paperwork, being a much-needed face of a collective whole. It just seemed like something that, at the very least, somebody had to fulfil the role of.

“Oh, really, you're too kind, miss,” Mango replied, genuinely feeling a distinct spell of abashment. His reply was followed by some inner thought. The time was now that he realized that indeed, he was the guild master of Fairy Tail. It was not too strange to be recognized, but from a long time of never being recognized really, he'd yet to grow entirely used to it. Though, hardly was it too common a thing. For one reason or another, those with a magical presence, many of, stared toward him with disdain. A funny thing it was for he was simply managing a guild to keep it going. He could only imagine the hostilities were due to a magic-relevant envy, but little did they know, he was really nothing special.

“O-oh, sure thing. I'd appreciate it.” For Mango, manners were nigh literally beat into him. As a result, he was an easily approachable being even to those not of his species. He helped himself into the vehicle, feeling ever-the-more purposeful after hearing that there might be trouble waiting inside.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

IS IT ME? IS IT YOU?

Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

"Not a problem at all, sir."

When Mango gets into the vehicle Julianne climbs into the driver's seat. Closing her door, she presses the keys into the ignition and starts the car up. Then, she puts the pedal to the metal and drives the car up towards the eccentric looking cathedral. It doesn't take very long, maybe a couple minutes of driving. She takes the liberty of turning on the AC in the car while doing so, because it's really hot out, and she's already built up a sheen of sweat on her forehead. With the aid of the Fairy Tail guild master, she figures this endeavor will be a much needed breeze.

"Alright, we're here." The blonde knight stops the car just before the building. "The screams from the building... I wonder why anyone would even want to go here if they're the more vulnerable type." She opens up the door and takes a step out into the dry air that dominates their surroundings. There seems to be a myriad of places they can go, but since she heard that the screams originated from the cathedral area, that place foremost piques her curiosity.

"Maybe we should give the cathedral itself a look around, first?"

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Sir? Was he just referred to as sir? This girl was just so nice, it was bringing a rosy glow to his furry, little cheeks. Vibrations swept the structure through while a low rumble assured life had been bestowed upon it once more. The short time spent driving, Mango looked from the passenger’s seat out into the environment speeding by. It was a nice little drive, but definitely short lived. It wasn’t long before he found himself getting out of the vehicle.

“Well, miss, maybe they suddenly came down with an urge to confess some kinda sin?” The thought was a rather random one. His sights moved towards the direction of the graveyard. It lingered there for a moment as he thought that maybe they could search over there – but why? Those screams. Didn’t the knight say that they were coming from the church?

“Nah. I think we should bust right in!” Mango moved forward with no hesitation, both arms out with his palms awaiting contact with the battered door of the structure. With a push, the mighty doors would move. It was thanks to the sorry state the doors were in. They opened with an eerie creek. Most would move in with an air of caution, but Mango moved in fuelled by curiosity more than anything.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

IS IT ME? IS IT YOU?

Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

"You might be right. With that said, it might be in our best interests to head for the confession room, once we get in there. Currently, it's our only lead." Julia seems glad that Mango mentioned that, because now they have more aim when it comes to figuring out just what is happening inside of this eccentric church. She isn't daunted, but she has to admit the very presence of the church alone suffices to stir her anxieties. Time on the field has fortified her stomach, allowing her to handle situations like these and cope with her fears. She still has them; if she didn't, she would become reckless. Fear is there for a reason, it's programmed into the human mind to protect them from harm. To alert them of danger. Hers is functioning well enough, but she's one of the lucky ones who knows when to listen to it, and when to neglect it. Someone's life might be at stake here.

The blonde is surprised at Mango's forwardness when he approaches the door and opens it up. A lot of privates in the Rune Knight army, or even some higher ranking officials, might not have the courage that Mango just displayed. The eerie creek did not lessen Julianne's anxieties. Still, she nodded affirmatively, wiping the surprised expression off of her face as she entered the cathedral at last, soaking in its environment to the best of her ability. "Definitely empty. It's quiet to the point of being too quiet. Let's stay on guard..." In that moment, she hears a screech. Darting her attention around, she attempts to localize the source of the sharp sound.

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"Oh! It's not empty no more!" Mango marched in with such confidence, looked about with innocent curiosity as he plunged into the chilling quiet of the cathedral. The abrupt shriek stung him with a paralyzing fright. Something emerged from across the room. It was ghostly, tinged with a transparent cyan, apparently wore a dress that bled into its very form and its face - its face was ghoulish, stretched out as if its very purpose was to emit an eternal scream. And scream it did. It was spirit chilling.

Did you think that was it? Another appeared as if it were its doppelganger, then another, and another. They were flooding into the room from the floorboards, screaming endlessly. Mango planted his hands right onto the both sides of his face. "Sweet apple cider vinegar, what is going on?! There be ghouls flyin' everywhere!" He should probably run, but with the girl beside him, it was not something he was particularly content with doing.

"D-don't you worry, miss! I won't let nothin' happen to ya now, y'hear?" He looked to his watch after prying a somewhat shaky hand from his head. "Sweat Lemon?"

"Yo, yo, an don't make me pull mah gat!"

"Set up!"
"Yo, okay, ya'll is mad stupid!"

A burst of light left a seemingly impregnable suit of armour within its wake. With his small, furry form hidden beneath it and despite his smallness, a much more reliable air immersed him. He extended a hand, grabbed from thin air the long handle of a stylized hammer and brought it to the ready thereafter.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

IS IT ME? IS IT YOU?

Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

"Gah! Bloody apparitions!"

Many a ghoulish entities spill into the confines of the house of worship. The constant screeching assaults the blonde's ears and forces her to wince due to the severity of the acrid noise. She elevates her hands and firmly places them against her ears in a futile attempt at barricading the entry of the horrifying sounds filling her ears. Mango assures her he won't let harm fall her way, but she's too occupied trying to keep her ears from bleeding to respond. Mango himself seems entirely alarmed by the obnoxious, debilitating noise. Oh, what's this? How people would actually react to abrupt, extremely loud noises? Not proceeding with no ounce of perceptible impairment or surprise? Yeah. News flash, smart guys.

Anyway.

Still cradling her head with one hand, she unsheaths her katana with the other. She isn't sure how to deal with this, because the majority of her attacks stem from sheer physical strength. However, both her sword and hammer are magical, so she hoped they'd be able to take care of the relentless apparitions. It is hard to think straight, but she thinks that there might not be anyone in this church. It was all just a trap to lure her inside of it!

"Yo, yo, an don't make me pull mah gat!"

"..."

That captures the knight's attention. Julianne trains her emerald eyes onto Mango, who undergoes a sudden transformation. It's hard to think with her fulminant headache, but it almost looks like he possesses a magic type not unlike her own. For the time being, it looks like Julianne's going to spend her time fending off any of ghouls that come her way, and recuperating from the sound based assault. "What in God's name is this madness? How do we deal with something presumably-- pah, something intangible?" Once again, she winces.

NOTES: LOL BRAK A.I

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"How? Well, that's a bit of a pickle, now, ain't it?" Mango's grasp of his hammer suddenly felt of much less worth than originally. Oh, but wait! There was something he could do. "Then, how about this? Intangible things can never handle magic stuff, am I right?" He brandished his hammer. "Let's go, Sweet Lemon! Gotta leave this holy place intact though, so..."

"It is my duty to please that booty."

"Great! Mode change! Sweet Lemon Lancer!"

"Yo ah git it slap mah fro!"

There was a chink as the end of his weapon shifted around. The bladed portion at the hammer's back took a position that gave it the overall look of something akin to a lance. The blade gained a bright, yellow radiance that, seemingly, pushed some of the banshees back. It extended quickly. What ghosts it pierced seemed to scatter them like smoke. Since they did not reappear, James considered them delt with. He still had to be careful, though, so he swung his weapon around in a move waving fashion than anything.

"Be gone, ya hear!?" Mango called out as he waved his weapon about. There was ghostly smoke everywhere, cried of agony that were hard to tell whether or not they were their regular screams or ones because of Mango's weapon.

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

IS IT ME? IS IT YOU?

Nothing that I can do
To make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

Julianne isn't sure what's going on. There's ghosts screaming and flying everywhere and Mango's weapon is undergoing configuration as it recites sporadic ebonics. As she observes she notices that the armament seems to have been endowed with magic. The enchantment quickly lays waste to many of the ghoulish apparitions with minimal effort on her comrade's end. Sometimes she forgets her sword is magical because of how lackluster it is in comparison to her mighty hammer. It still would be able to dominate the spirits due to the magical material it is comprised of. Perhaps it'd even give her some insight on why the ghosts are fighting them.

Whenever a ghost runs in her direction she swipes at it with impressive speed. It is nowhere as near as impressive as her elite ally, but it easily makes the fiends explode into an ectoplasmic gas. "Clear off these sanctified grounds you ghastly little prats!" They seem to be scattering all over the place and fleeing due to the amount of ehm, undead causalities, call it that if you will. Even though many of the fiends are gone, her ears still hurt from constant auditory ravaging. She still needs a moments worth of recuperation before proceeding, for she fears further damage to her ears. "Rubbish, I say..." Cradling an ear with her offhand, the blonde mutters.

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Whenever a ghost runs the rune knight's way, she swipes and the blade plunges into its ethereal body. Its nigh non-existent physique explodes into a V shape, its ends streaming out with frightening forcefulness. Screams, hellish screams echo throughout the lands as it feels the cauterizing, holy judgement of the knight. She does it again and again, their forms exploding from the sheer magical power of the valiant knight. Their very being burns as if plunged in the everlasting fires of Hell. They fade from existence itself, fade into the existence of another universe all together in a fiery grab of anguish and suffering from her almighty judgement. The heavens are crying, Julianne! Why? Why does she attack them with such a mighty swing? Where does she draw the power behind her heavenly judgement?

Is it the second coming?

"Clear off these sanctified grounds you ghastly little prats!"

The helmet of the small, but amazing Mango shifted left and right. His sights were ceiling-bound, chasing after the fleeing spirits. They were on the run, now!

"We're doin' it, ma'am! We're doin' it!" Mango called over and over as he waved his weapon about. It was a pretty ridiculous sight, honestly. However, it was working. "These ghostly thingies don't stand a chance in high heaven!" There was so much waving that soon enough, there wasn't a spirit in site. He drew his weapon to his side as it transformed back into its hammer form. "There. Look at that. Ghosts successfully busted."