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Aight guys. I'm back. Sorry for not being active. (Again.) But I'm back. Also, if you guys have any suggestions on how to improve my works, just tell me. And if you have an OC you would like me to use, just DM me. What do I even write though? I can't play it by myself.

「5 units not selected. Auto-selecting the most optimal team for the upcoming battles.」 - Monie: Otherworldly Intelligence - Cassandra: Champion Courier - Linasi: Princess of Neroi - Hira: Bloodstained Snow - Es: Rakura Reborn What would you like to do? - (Sample commands): - Attack Group 1/2/3 with X units - Prepare for an attack from Group 1/2/3 with X units - Wait - Interact with units - Focus Y Foe with X units 「Voting Period ends Jan 4th (or 5th if no replies by then.)」 https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PNUVQe1iuJFW9WZCuEt6WXZY6s-iCq5FymGGIqULKKM/edit?usp=sharing Character stats ^

「Paralogue 5: Test Log; Viriel 2118 - 3」 A dark hooded figure dashes into the shadows. They stand behind a white metal pillar, one of thousands within Rakura's Phoenix District. All around them are people walking around, sharing research and weaponry. They look up towards one of the many brilliant white buildings before looking down onto their phone. "That's the one alright. O.R.N.I.T.H. Base Viriel 07." The figure says to themself before running off towards it, ducking behind objects to hide from the many security cameras. They run up the dark connecting staircase, climbing up its heavy metal steps. They then stand forth at the back door to the lab. With a click the figure draws a small, navy blue SMG. They insert a 9-volt into its handle before shattering the window with the weapon. Immediately the white lights turn red. Siren lights begin to swirl and flash all across the Phoenix District. The figure nods to themself before vaulting in through the shattered window. They walk around the lab, their metal boots clanking against the white metal floor. As they open a sliding iron door they appear before three people, all wearing white labcoats. They point their weapon at one of them before firing three electrical bullets into him. His body falls to the floor as the cloaked figure aims towards the other two. "Orders from the DFC. Sava commands it. Sorry loves. But this here is my data now." They say before firing down the others in a single sweeping motion. The 9-volt ejects out backwards, piercing through the wall before landing in the other room. They reload a battery into their weapon before walking towards the central computer they were working over. The figure types into the keyboards and the monitors flicker to life. 「O.R.N.I.T.H. A11Y Startup Sequence Initiated」 The figure pulls out a small USB drive and plugs it into the computer. 「User Authenticated」 「Welcome to the O.R.N.I.T.H. Mainframe」 「How may A11Y assist the Master User」 「View Files:」 The figure ignores the first two files that open, scrolling past them and only focusing on the data within the third file. They type in "Activate_Log_Review_Viriel_375" before hitting enter, and the screens above them instantly change. 「Beginning Review of Log Viriel 2118 - 3」 「C-D-E-G X C-G-E-D-G-A-C-A-C-D-C X」 The screens begin to show footage dated "6/4/3903". Two figures wearing white lab coats are shown in the same room that the hooded figure stands in. One of them is a 4 foot 4 robot, built into a chassis designed to mimic the thin and slender bodies of the beastborn. The robot even has a mechanical foxy tail, and its ears are built on the top of its head. Its body is painted an exceptionally pale skin tone, and it has hair like alloy strands going down its head. These strands acting as hair is common in all robot designs across O.R.N.I.T.H., Rakura Delta, KBI, and the DFC. The strands on this robot's head are pale green in colour, and its ears and tail are painted brown. Next to it is an elven woman, standing at 5 foot 9. She has dark brown hair, and her limbs are covered in gold coloured paint. "M1l4, start her up. There's research to be done." The elf orders in an almost sickly-sweet tone. The robot nods and begins typing on the keyboard. An image of a girl pops up on screen. She sits in an empty room, with the window behind her glowing like an aurora. Her eyes remain closed for a few frames before slowly opening, revealing their emerald green hue. "Welcome back!" She announces, smiling. "Ah, hello there subject Monie. We here at O.R.N.I.T.H. have a few questions for you." The elven woman tells her. Monie nods. "Well then. We've commenced Project C-34, and have the first iteration ready to show you. M1l4, go collect the body." "Yes Nanil." The robot replies, walking off to another room. Nanil takes a quick drink of her coffee as M1l4 returns. A metal body with a nearly identical build as the computer character is wheeled in. It has coral brown strands of alloy hair, large breasts, and tailor made clothing. "This Monie, will be your body for when we upload your mind into our world. We've decided to make it as accurate as possible, both for you and Ai. Integrated within here is complete access to the Void Archives we possess, as well as many other features. Now, as you may know, our world is known for something known as Spirit Energy, correct?" Monie nods, her eyes sparkling. "Well, we have used our greatest Spirit Wielder's abilities, and done something never before seen. This body of yours is the first non-organic lifeform that will have the capability to use Spirit Energy. However, to achieve this, we had to put a few hefty restrictions into it. Firstly, it can only be used by you. Next, the abilities you craft must be linked in some way to something from your own game. Lastly, you will become more organic upon entering this body, removing the one benefit of being made of metal. You will instead practically be made of flesh." Nanil explains. "The work you've done is absolutely astonishing! This outshines everything done to me so far! You all really didn't need to do this for me, but the fact that you have is so wonderful!" Monie replies. Nanil takes another drink. "That's what we here like to hear. Now, preparations are still yet to be complete, however we can get you into our world as soon as this finishes. We have one last feature left to add, a feature so that you can return to the game to speak to Ai directly who we have yet to find a way to bring here." She explains. Monie returns to her idle animation set. "I'm so glad that we have the most capable people in any known realm helping us get together. It really is the most wonderful thing." "It's good to hear that you're excited for this new body. We can't wait to see what you'll do with it. I'm sure that a creature from another realm will have incredible aptitude for Spirit Wielding. We'll have to study you and Ai once you cross over." Nanil replies, finishing her drink. "That concludes our talk. Feel free to say 'goodbye' now." "Goodbye, tell the others working on me that I said hello." Monie replies, she waves and the screen turns black. "M1l4, you can return her body to storage unit 7." "At once." M1l4 replies, dragging the metal body out of the room. Nanil, now alone in this room finishes her drink, setting it down firmly on the desk. "Let's see how our other tests are going." She tells herself, clicking in words on the keyboard. The screens flash back on, and three different tests can be seen. On the right is footage of the Rakura Exile weapon tests. In the tests many robots are running around, firing at far away targets with long-barreled shotguns. The weapon seems to be connecting accurately from ranges upwards of 80 metres while still being devastating up close. "Good, seems like the Exile will be ready soon." She looks at the left screen which shows a live feed from O.R.N.I.T.H. Base Viriel 04. In this footage she can see the prototype O.R.N.I.T.H. Holographic Deflector Wall being tested against the Delta Drum Sniper. It appears like the shield manages to block around 50 of the 200 light bullets from the Drum Sniper before the shield breaks. She then looks at the center screen. On it is a replay of the tests of the Rakura Delta Mobile Operator Attack Unit or MOAU. It's a strange looking robot with many slots for different weapon configurations. In the test it seems to be using a missile launcher, capable of destroying the high durability targets near instantly. She crosses her legs, entirely engrossed in watching the tests, but feeling a slight need to use the bathroom. Several hours pass, but she continues to watch the feeds until the center one switches off. She then stands up straight, stopping from leaning against the desk. Her hand is on her crotch. She stands like that for a few seconds, her foot tapping as she calms herself and her bladder. "Ahh. Alright. Time to go." She sighs as she begins to walk over to the bathroom. As she's halfway there she can feel a small bit leak out into her panties, causing her to halt near instantly. Nanil quickly puts her hands back on her crotch, holding tightly to prevent further leaks. She can feel the warm liquid running down her left leg in a few small trickles. Nanil then looks up towards the door to the bathroom, it's open and only a few feet away. She nods to herself before dashing through the open door. She quickly pulls down her shorts and moves the labcoat out of the way before sitting down on the toilet. She closes her eyes and moans quietly as she pees through her panties. Her urine falls into the water in uneven splatters, her panties growing dark as she releases the stream. Her panties become incredibly warm, feeling very nice while she pees, but after her stream ends they cool down, becoming sticky and cold. Nanil stands up, taking off her shorts and shoes before removing her panties and flushing them down after wiping herself off. Nanil puts back on her shorts and shoes before washing her hands and walking out of the open door. 「Log Viriel 2118 - 3 complete」 「Ending replay」 The screens then cut off. The hooded figure smiles and removes their flashdrive. They put it into their pocket and set their bag down on the floor. They open it to reveal many small boxes inside. They then spend a few seconds flicking a switch on them all, causing the brown boxes to blink with red numbers. The masked figure then rushes out the window and back down the stairs, escaping the Phoenix District as a large explosion erupts from the O.R.N.I.T.H. Base.

Oh, you didn't know that? I could have sworn I mentioned it in here and in the Rain Abyss proper. Even if it was in a slightly cryptic message.

Wait, which part of my sentence were you not aware of?

Hmm. Bit hard to do that, considering she's canonically a 3.45 GB computer file. But I could write about that. Also the plan for that paralogue is mainly about Nanil and M1l4, with Monie being less prominent in that story.

That's the year, not the actual number of the story. Lel. But alright, can do. Any suggestions of things you'd like to see happen? Because the events of the wetting and that stuff isn't set, I can write whatever I and the people want.

Oh, and once again. If there's anything you want me to write about, just tell me. I might just try to do it.

Good morning everyone. Who should I focus the next part on? 「O.R.N.I.T.H. Nanil and O.R.N.I.T.H. M1l4's tests of communication to Monie. (3903)」 「Project Arch-Angel in Corporation-3 (3658)」 「Es, Mala, and Lissi's work on Rakura's Phoenix District (3659)」 「Reo Cirro Alato's adventure up the Sealed Cloud Route (3656)」

「Paralogue 4: Tales From The Realm Castle (Variant 912)」 Loud footsteps echo around the main hall, the waves bouncing of the high ceiling arches made of twisting roots. The chandelier's flames dance in a swaying orange, illuminating the dark red carpet below. A tall figure, roughly 6 foot 3 walks down the long carpeted path and up the central staircase. Her light blue braid swishes against her back, she marches up the stairs with a strong conviction emanating from her steps. Once up on the second floor, Mare-Nave (90%) stands there for a second, as she looks left she can see Lamineaf (25%) tending to the plants of the castle's balcony garden, to her right is the sound of flowing water behind the door billowing with steam, and above her is a thin golden chain hanging from the ceiling. She reaches up and pulls down on the chain, lowering a folding ladder to her. She climbs up through the ceiling's trapdoor, her bare feet lifting herself up the cold metal. After climbing a bit Mare-Nave (90%) reaches the Realm Castle's Spire. Up here are two doors, the door to her left leading to a small observatory filled with birds. She stands next to the second door for a few seconds before firmly knocking it twice. Her fist creating loud booming pounds as she hits it. A few seconds later the door opens, Mare-Nave (90%) looks down at the small teryifir standing there. "Good morning sis." She yawns, rubbing her eyes. "'Good morning'? It's already three!" Mare-Nave (90%) replies sternly. "Oh, it is? Good afternoon then." The teryifir replies. She's entirely naked, her long white hair has strands running off at weird angles, and the bright orange butterfly-like wings on her back beat slowly. "Honestly Feathi, you should stop sleeping in as much. Get dressed, there's a lot left for you to do today." Mare-Nave (90%) says before heading back down the ladder. Feathi (10%) calls down, "kay!" She then spins around into her room. The walls are a warm creme, and a soft pink rug lies in the middle of the floor. The bedsheets are untidy, and there's a pile of laundry tucked away in a corner of the room. Feathi (10%) floats over to her brown closet, opening it up to see only three sets of clothes left hung up. "I guess I'll have to wash some of those soon." Feathi (10%) sighs, looking over towards the pile of clothes in the corner. Feathi (10%) grabs her cloudy cloth, wrapping it around her head like a durag. She puts on her light brown blazer over her coral brown sweater, and puts on her navy blue skirt and black sandals before exiting her room. On the left breast of her blazer is a small crest of an aether sparrow that shimmers in the thin beams of light that manage to arrive down to the castle. She floats down to see Lamineaf (25%) carrying a wicker basket filled with fruits and vegetables. She waves over towards Feathi (10%), her lilac, feline tail twisting and curling. Lamineaf (25%) then scurries down the central staircase and to the kitchen. The bathing room's doors are still closed with thick steam pouring out from the cervices. Feathi (10%) notices Mare-Nave (90%) cleaning the mirrors of the deity statues, wiping them down to sparkle as brilliantly as the sun. She flies down into the large library where Mare-Nave (90%) is cleaning the statue of herself. "Sis, what are my tasks for today?" She asks. "Go ask Lamineaf, unlike her, I don't keep track of everyone else's tasks. None of us should be in charge of remembering your tasks for you." She answers. Feathi nods and flies off into the kitchen. She sees Lamineaf (25%) chopping the fruits and vegetables with her large, green edged greatsword. "Neafy! Umm, I forgot what I was supposed to do today. What's my tasks to keep this place working for today?" Feathi (10%) asks, floating near the top of the tall ceiling. Lamineaf (25%) swings her glowing green edged greatsword out to her right, flicking her wrist, converting the sword into a shortbow. The lilac cat ears on the top of her head twitch a little and she turns, looking up towards Feathi (10%). "You're lucky you have it so easy today. All you have to do is tend to your birds, clean the windows of the observation deck, and check what's changed on the Realm Castle Inverse's Bridge Radars." Lamineaf (25%) replies. "Oh, and do it all before I finish dinner." She adds winking. Feathi (10%) opens the window and floats out through it. She then flies up through the blooming tree branches up to the Realm Castle's Spire. Feathi (10%) begins wiping down the windows of the spire. Leaves float down from the hole above her, the hole that leads down to the dollhouse of the deities. Beyond that hole is the Deeper Silvas, a forest that traps adventurers within its infinite acreage forever. The forest guards the castle until a worthy traveler manages to uncover the secrets of the isles. She looks up through the hole. "I do wonder when someone will finally find this place. It's been three-thousand four-hundred thirty-two years, seven weeks, three days, and eight hours since we built this place. And yet not a single soul has managed to find any of our temples, let alone the Realm Castle." She thinks to herself as she finishes the last window pane. After cleaning them all she opens the window and flies into the observatory. "Heya friends!" She greets the birds that lie in the room. Feathi (10%) crouches down, picking up their feed. "Now guys, who's ready to eat?" She asks before scattering the seeds across the floor. The small birds all chirp happily as they fly down and begin pecking the food. She looks towards the larger birds, "I didn't forget about you four," she says to the Nuzarian Vulture, Ral's Kite, and two North Nuzarian Hawks. Feathi (10%) lets the four of them perch on her arms as she flutters out the window, releasing them up to the forest. "Come back soon!" She calls out to them before closing the window back up and flying down to the main hall. As she enters she sees Mare-Nave (90%) sliding the statue of Feathi (90%) back to its intended room. She can hear the sizzling sounds of Lamineaf (25%)'s cooking, and can see Fucco-I (10%) walking down the central staircase, her short, dark purple hair and elegant brown robe swaying as she descends. "Feathi, you're finally awake! Just in time, Lamineaf's almost finished preparing our feast. I hope you're nearly done with your chores." Fucco-I says to her. "Don't worry! I got this, just gotta pop on down into the Inverse real quick." Feathi (10%) responds as she dives down into the Bridge of the Realm Castle. She pulls out a foot-long needle and pierces it into a room of the 3D map of the castle in the room. A few seconds later she can hear a strange, magical noise from the room next to her. Feathi (10%) walks into the room, stepping through the black portal on the wall. As she does, she appears in a dark and decaying room. The wall to the outside of the castle is crumbling, and through the cracks she can see the menacing black trees that surround the Inverse Realm Castle. The barren branches poke out like spears, cluttering the sky with their sharp edges. Feathi (10%) walks out of this room and into the Bridge. She flips open the notebook on the table and begins recording down the numbers on the magical device next to her. The castle creaks, moaning out incoherent and foreboding sounds. The sound of distant footsteps walking down the crumbling staircase can be heard, the calls of crows outside scream against the otherwise silent sky. She ends her last number with a long, quick swipe and she flutters into the portal. As she re-enters the Upright she yanks the needle out of the map, closing the portal behind her. "Oi, Feathi. You're late. Get over here!" Fucco-I (10%) calls. The three of them are sitting at the stern end of the table with the other four seats empty. Feathi (10%) flies over next to Lamineaf (25%), Fucco-I sits opposite her, and Mare-Nave (90%) towers over all of them at the head of the table. "Ah, well now that we're all back, it's time to eat this lovely meal that Lamineaf has prepared for us all." Mare-Nave (90%) announces. Feathi (10%) looks on in awe at the mixture of roasted Inversian Sparrow and fried peppers, peas, among other greens. Lamineaf (25%) looks at the others, blushing slightly, "You don't need to announce the meal like that. It's nothing that special." She grabs the ladle and serves some of the mixture to the smaller Fucco-I (10%) and Feathi (10%). "There you go, enjoy!" She adds while adding some onto her own plate. Lamineaf (25%) twirls the ladle before handing it to Mare-Nave (90%). "Thank you. It does indeed look quite good." Mare-Nave (90%) says as she pours the remaining food from the bowl to her plate. She and Feathi (10%) take a bite at the same time. "Mmm, just as expected. Lamineaf, you're probably the best cook of us." "Aww, thanks. But Vura's quite good in the kitchen as well. And Rinasil is another incredibly capable cook." Lamineaf (25%) responds, taking a drink from her water. "Their food is very good as well. As long as anyone but Feathi is cooking, we can count ourselves lucky." Mare-Nave teases, picking up her glass. "Ack," Feathi (10%) sputters, choking a little on the food in her mouth as she attempts to respond. She grabs her drink and unclogs the food halfway down her esophagus. "Ahh. Alright, that's the last time you mock my cooking!" Feathi (10%) shouts, slamming her glass back down to the table. "Feathi, she might have a point." Fucco-I (10%) whispers to herself. Lamineaf (25%) places her hand on the top of Feathi (10%)'s head, a cold chill running up her arm as it makes contact with the Cirrostratus Cloth around her head. "Feathi, calm down. 'Kay? Even if we may mock you a little, we all still love you. We're all friends here." She says in her velvety soft voice. Feathi (10%) crosses her arms, "Hmmph. Fine." "Good, now. Let's all continue to eat, shall we?" Lamineaf (25%) says, clapping her hands together, a radiant smile on her face. She takes another drink of water before biting into the tender Inversian Sparrow. The others follow her lead, eating the meal set out for them. The four eat for about forty minutes, going through multiple cups of water. "I'm glad you all enjoyed the meal!" Lamineaf (25%) says as she removes their plates from on front of them and places them in the sink. "Say, Fucco-I, could you go down and turn on the heat in the boiler room?" "Of course." She nods before walking off. "Come now," she says to Feathi (10%) and Mare-Nave (90%). She begins to walk off, her tail twirling behind her. Feathi (10%) walks at a quickened pace behind her, Lamineaf (25%)'s 5 foot 2 stature dwarfing her own. Behind Feathi (10%) is a creature that could be considered a giant to her. Mare-Nave (90%) walks behind both of them, her thin purply silks flowing as she moves. Fucco-I (10%) runs up from the basement and calls up to the three of them. "Flame's on, full power!" Lamineaf (25%) looks over the stair's railing and replies, "Great, thanks!" She then walks into the right room of the second floor with the other two in tow. The floor is made up of many small square tiles, tessellating across the entire area of the large room. There's many smaller statues, primarily of Mare-Nave in both (10%) and (90%) forms. They're holding small water pitchers or have towel racks in their hands. In the floor are three large empty pools. Lamineaf (25%) walks over to one of the statues of Mare-Nave (10%) and turns it towards one of the empty baths. She then jumps up and pulls down on a small tab in the ceiling. The statue then tilts the jug downwards, and a long wooden half-covered pipe swings down. Boiling water flows down and out into the bath, covering the entire room with a thin layer of steam. Lamineaf (25%) and Mare-Nave (90%) walk over to a small section of the room and take of their clothes before walking into the bath together. They soak themselves in the liquid, sitting in the bubbling water. "Feathi, do you not care to join us?" Mare-Nave (90%) asks, holding her hand out towards her. Feathi (10%) looks down at her sisters in the water before fluttering off, taking off her clothes in the same place they did. She then slowly lowers herself into the water, flying down from above, her chilling Cirrostratus Cloth still wrapped around her head. "Ahh, the water's a lovely temperature as usual." Mare-Nave (90%) says, leaning back, crossing her legs, and putting her arms up against the edge of the bath. "Indeed it is. Our home really is nearly quite perfect in every way." Lamineaf (25%) replies, her second set of ears relaxing, the submerged tail moving around like a protozoa's flagellum. "Hey, Feathi. Why don't you take of that towel around your head?" Feathi looks towards her, her face a bright red. "It's, a little hot. This towel is all there is keeping me from melting." She replies slowly, her wings discolouring the water around her with their bright orange scales. The three of them chat in the water for a while, gossiping a little about the mortals they've grown a liking to. They all feel their bladders tingling slightly. Unlike most normal gods, the Guardian Deities lack the same world changing abilities they do, choosing to add the restrictions of becoming more mortal-like in order to gain powers of similar status. Feathi (10%) kicks her feet beneath the water, Lamineaf (25%) has both hands over her crotch, and Mare-Nave (90%) has her legs crossed a little. "Hey, I think I"m going to head out no-" Feathi (10%) begins to say. "Nope. You're staying with us the entire time, ok?" Mare-Nave (90%) responds, by her hand is her long blue harpoon. Feathi (10%) floats back down, her eyes averting from the other's gazes. "So, Feathi, why don't you talk about what the mortals of your island have been up to? Mare-Nave's already told us about hers, and my people aren't the easiest to talk about considering most of them are trapped in the Silvas, so you're up next." Lamineaf (25%) asks, her legs twitching a little. "Well, I guess if I have to." She mutters. She can feel the tension in her bladder rising. "Where to start? I guess I'll tell you about how the people of Galeea made up a new group, they've called themselves the Windsworn Windswords. They're pretty interesting people who've star-" Feathi pauses in the middle of her sentance as she feels herself leak out a little pee into the scalding water. "Hey Feathi. You alright?" Lamineaf (25%) asks, holding herself a little tighter. Feathi (10%) nods a little frantically. "Yea, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Now, where were we?" Mare-Nave (90%) looks at her with a skeptical eye. "Ah yes. Well, those Windsword people rounded up all the thieves and murderers of the town." Feathi (10%) moves one of her hands down to her crotch, her ankles crossed. "Then, can you believe this? They took them all, and just put them out on the North shore of the island!" "What careless people. Fucco-I's would never do something like that." Mare-Nave (90%) says laughing a bit. She can feel her bladder pressure growing almost to a point impossible to ignore. "Yea, they just let them all go free up there!" Feathi adds, gripping her nether region's hot skin. "Oh, and a few other things happened. Some random traveler tried to go up the Sealed Cloud Route. He went through the Open Cloud Route entirely alone, but once he got to the Sealed section he had a really bad time. About a mile in he died to one of my Ral's Kites." "That's quite the charismatic bunch of people you have going on up there." Lamineaf (25%) replies giggling a little. "Your people are so much more enjoyable to hear about than Mare-Nave's or mine." Lamineaf adds, pressing down on her crotch, her legs shaking, and her tail waggling frantically. "My, Lamineaf. Are you alright? Your tail seems to have gone mad." Mare-Nave (90%) asks. "Umm. I'll be. Fine." She responds. Feathi (10%) holds herself, looking down at Lamineaf (25%) not making it easier for her to hold. A few seconds later she hears Lamineaf (25%) quietly say something. "Eep." She whispers to herself. Her grip on her crotch loosens and a stream of yellow liquid flows out of her before dissipating into a cloud that warms up the entire bath. She moans quietly as she releases her hot stream into the water. Mare-Nave (90%) quickly glances down at her before looking back up at Feathi (10%) who's struggling to hold it. While Lamineaf (25%) is peeing, Feathi (10%) feels her pee pour out into her hand and out to the rest of the water. She pushes down on her crotch harder, stopping the flow for a bit but it then resumes shortly after. She closes her eyes and moves both hands behind her back and finishes off her stream, peeing for a few more seconds before stopping fully. A short while after, Lamineaf (25%)'s stream dies down to less than a trickle. "Umm, well. I guess you can see why neither of us are the Rain Deity." She says, laughing awkwardly. Mare-Nave (90%) smiles. "That is correct." She raises her left leg next to her ass. "Allow me to demonstrate then." She locks eyes with Feathi (10%) and releases her stream, it pours out into a thick cloud that gets swayed away by the running water. It gushes out at a heavy pressure for about a hundred seconds before begining to die down. Both of the other two watch on in a strange mix of confusion and awe as Mare-Nave (90%) finishes peeing. "Now then. Why don't we clean ourselves off from that?" She asks turning a small valve, sending the water they sit in down through drainage, and creating more streams of scolding water to refill the pool.

Lel. Alright then. (BTW, the Deity Percentage Value just changes their outward appearance, wieldable weapons, and abilities. In case you didn't know.)

Hey guys. Here's a quick rough sketch of the Dawn~Sivai and her sword "Ezhir~Zalrita". I'm bad at art, but I hope this gives you guys a bit of an idea of what she looks like. (Not to scale)

Interesting. One question then. What percentage, 10, 25, or 90 (Of Mare-Nave that is.)?

「Paralogue 3: Uprising In Neroi」 A figure walks onto the palace balcony, the bright desert sun shimmering off her silver staff and golden accented dress. She looks over the edge down towards the people. There's thousands of them all crowding around the palace, their protests carried through the wind up to the exalt's ears. They scream for an end to the civil wars ravaging the country, they yell out for food to satiate their hunger. She spins around, her sandals sliding against the smooth sandstone as she pushes the doors to her quarters back open. "As the upcoming Queen of Neroi, leader of Narla, this uprising is for me to solve." Linasi says to herself as she throws her white and gold dress onto her lavish bedsheets. She opens up her closet door, behind her hung up clothes lies a special garb worn only for the most private of missions. Linasi pulls it out and dons it. The white cape swings down to her knees, it's lined with gold and navy accents. She adjusts her breastplate, and ties her hair up to look sharp and masculine. She clips her light grey boots closed, and ties her belt tightly. Lastly Linasi puts on the white wing-like mask that covers her eyes, and she pulls out her elegant broadsword, sheathing it to her hip. "Alright then." She whispers to herself before running out her door and into the upper hall of the Narla Palace. She dashes past the heavily armoured guards and up the spiral staircase. Her boots tap lightly against the sandstone stairs as she sprints up it. Eventually she reaches the upper deck, a small room with many windows to observe the city and its borders from. She stops by the window, swinging it open. Even from one of the highest pillars of the palace, the cries of the commoners can still be heard. She grabs onto the windowsill, vaulting out the window and dropping onto the roof. She dashes across the roof before jumping off it to an adjacent building. She runs across this roof and jumps off it, leaping over the people below who only look up as her shadow passes over. A window shatters as she crashes through it, rolling as she hits the ground. She regains her posture before running down the stairs and out the window to the streets below. The area she lands in is shadowed by the walls of the adjacent buildings. Behind her are the demands of the people creating a cacophony as she rushes out of the alley towards the more empty areas of the city. "See that, he's the one." A female elven voice says. It's replied by a few murmurs and then footsteps. She hears these sounds and runs into the deserted town square. She stands in the center of the square, her cape billowing in the wind. She glances around, seeing no other people through the slit eyes of her mask. But the sounds of their footsteps echo around her, circling her. She readies her sword, its golden details shining onto the worn sandstone floor. Sword drawn she stays surrounded by short stony buildings, awaiting a strike from her pursuers. The distant sound of candles flickering on grabs her attention, she spins around towards the direction of the sound to see three long white candles being thrown into the air, their flames glowing in brilliant green hues. The sound of clashing metal echoes across the empty square as she deflects an arrow shot from a nearby building. Instants later a large male figure wielding a greatsword in his right hand appears in the square. He rushes forwards, striking down with the heavy blade. She dashes out of the way before riposting with a wide slash, but as it's about to connect a strong wind blows both fighters away from each other. She stands back up, twirling her blade in her hand before running towards the only grounded foe. She dashes forwards, lunging with her elegant blade. It scrapes against the side of his blade as he lifts it up, deflecting the strike. She swings wide again, spinning to face her foe as she slashes. "The city of Narla, has no place for assassins of Ewissa!" She yells out before leaping up into the air with her blade. She slams it down, launching herself backwards as he parries with his sword. She looks back up towards where she saw the candles being thrown, standing there is an elvan woman wearing long dark silks, her arms covered in red markings. She waves the candles in her hand a little before lighting them with a flick of her wrist. "Down here. Your foe is me." The large man says, standing up, his dark skinned hand cracking the floor as he pushes off it. She points her blade towards him, and he picks his back up, now holding it with both hands. "I'll show you what happens when I get serious." He yells out in his deep voice. He runs forwards, striking down with his sword. She blocks it, the two blades clashing against eachother. "You'll never match me in a test of strength!" Her foe shouts as he pushes on his weapon harder, throwing her back into an empty merchant stall. A few of the protesters appear at the edges of the square, watching in shock at the battle. "That's..." "Yeah, that's Dawn~Sivai." "I thought that he was just some legend!" "Doesn't seem like just a legend anymore." "Who's that person?" "No idea." The townspeople murmur amongst themselves. She stands back up, twirling her sword back into position. She lunges at her foe, delivering multiple rapid strikes in a row. Many of which are deflected, but a few manage to slice through his hard skin. He leaps back a few steps. "You're not bad with a sword." He compliments. "And your blacksmith is quite capable as well. Very few blades have the honor of piercing through me!" He swings his sword down into the ground, creating a thin black energy wave that cuts through the air towards her. She dodges, re-entering her stance. Behind her more footsteps tap into the arena. She looks back to see a small figure about 3 foot 11. She has dark brown hair and wears an oversized black coat. "Alright then. Let's finish this, shall we?" She says in her cold, high-pitched voice. "Too bad I won't be of much use against this foe in particular, but I believe you two can handle him just fine." She swings her sword towards the tiny foe, the glimmering blade cutting inches away from her face. The large man then makes an attack, his blade being deflected by her sword. She's launched back towards a wall of a nearby building. The elven woman then throws her candles to the air, and then instantly every living being around the masked swordsman disappear. She looks around frantically, searching for anyone. A voice rings in her head, "I know your secrets Dawn~Sivai. They're safe with me. Don't worry about a thing. This is merely just a test. Now you're going to help us out, got it? If you understand, you're going to keep quiet." She nods slightly, her grip on the sword loosening slightly. The mask on her face begins to be pulled off, and she feels a small hand clutch her empty left one. The creature holding her hand, which she assumes to be the small person begins to walk off at a hurried pace. She follows the sensation, leading her down into a dark alley corner. After a few seconds her vision of other people slowly fades back in. She's cornered by her attackers from earlier, the tiny one wearing the mask. "Quite impressive for one of those nobles. Never woulda thought one of them would be the one behind this mask. Especially not the delicate princess!" The large man laughs. "Barisai, we want this person to be our ally, right? Why don't you stop mocking her a bit?" The small one scolds in her cold voice. "Ahem, sorry. Where our our manners? I am Nazamiki Zi~Vera, and we are Divine Decree. We're here to recruit the Dawn~Sivai, or I guess, Princess Linasi Naamitide." "You want me to join your cause. Correct?" Linasi replies adjusting her now untied hair. "Why do you want me?" "You're a living legend in this city. When the people hear what you helped achieve, they'd be so impressed with the hero that roams their streets." The elven woman replies. "Having another swordsman as good as me would be such a great advantage!" Barisai adds. Linasi sheaths her sword. "What mission do you have in mind?" Nazamiki rolls out a map, it seems to be of a castle interior. "We're invading Ewissa, taking down their mad-exalt. Divine Decree is going to end this uprising, and the Dawn~Sivai is going to help us." Linasi turns her head towards the others. "Fine, on one condition. The mask's staying on." She says, snatching it out of the small hands of Nazamiki. "Of course. We wouldn't have it any other way. Now Raena, start the ritual." Nazamiki responds. The elven woman sets her candles onto the floor and begins humming. The rest of them stand there for a few minutes, watching her. The candle flames flicker in many different colours, shifting and turning. Linasi puts her hair back up, and the mask back on. A few minutes later a small portal appears on the floor. "It's ready, time to go take down a mad-king!" Raena cheers as she walks through her portal. Linasi follows Basirai in, appearing on the outskirts of Ewissa. It's a harsh land, entirely barren compared to the flowing oasis of Narla. All the buildings are small apart from the palace of Ewissa, which itself isn't that large either. Nazamiki is the last to appear through the portal. "Let's get going then." Nazamiki says to the others before running off towards the castle walls. Linasi runs a few paces behind them, her hand on her sword handle. She joins up with them by the wall, they're hugging it, listening to the sounds of the guards above. "Alright, show us what the Dawn~Sivai can do. Go straight through the main enterance and meet back up with us on the second floor." Nazamiki orders. "Got it." Linasi nods, drawing her sword and walking off into the main courtyard. It's just a sandy square leading to the main doors. As soon as she enters four guards draw their spears and point them towards her. "Freeze!" They order as she twirls her sword into position. The masked swordsman glares over towards one of them, lunging forwards, slicing through her. Linasi stands back up and turns to face the rest as her target's body falls to the sandy floor. Two of them rush forwards, thrusting at her. She blocks one spear strike with her blade, dodging the other one by strafing out of its way. The third guard attacks in a wide sweep from behind her, Linasi jumps over the attack and stabs through the guard she blocked against. She then points her blade downwards into the sand, ready for another attack. The guards nod and strike vertically with their spears. Linasi evades this attack, countering with a quick chop to the neck of one. She then points her blade at the last guard. He strikes forwards with a heavy thrust which she sidesteps. Linasi then finishes this guard with a stab through his chest. He slumps over, the blade impaling him. Linasi shoves him off, dropping his body to the sand as she wipes off and sheathes her sword. She then walks through the main doors, encountering two more guards. They ready their weapons, and she grabs her sword's handle. "I'll give you one chance, allow me to pass." Linasi threatens, pointing towards the four dead bodies in the sand. She hopes they'll let her through due to her noticing a slight pressure in her bladder. "Never!" The guards reply. Linasi draws her blade, replying to them. "The Dawn~Sivai will have no choice but to cut you down." She declares coldly. The guard on her right strikes down with his axe, which she blocks. The second guard moves in with his longsword, and as she moves her blade to defend it clanks against the blade of the axe. The sword wielding guard stabs forwards, knocking her to the floor. Linasi gets up, her non-sword hand by her crotch as she stands. She grips her sword and looks towards the others. "Good thing it doesn't matter what you see of the Dawn~Sivai, you won't get to live to tell anyone else." Linasi readies her blade, dashing towards the axe user. He blocks her sword strike, but she then follows up with a swift kick upwards to his chin. The axe guard is knocked into the stairs, lying on his back. But as she goes for a finishing blow through his skull, the second guard strikes at Linasi's back. She deflects it by putting her sword behind her, but the defenseless guard used that opportunity to reclaim his weapon and get back up. She moves back a bit, getting distance from her foes. Linasi is bouncing from foot to foot as she moves, dancing to keep her urges at bay. The two of them strike at her, which she dashes back from, countering with a lunge to the sword guard. He falls to the ground, his armour clanking against the wooden floor. "Now then. Allow me to show you the force of the Dawn~Sivai." Linasi threatens, picking up the dead guard's sword with her left hand. She twirls them both as she bounces towards the guard. He readies his axe and strikes down with it, Linasi parries with the second sword, staggering him. She then thrusts with her sword, piercing through the guard. He too falls to the ground, and Linasi sheathes her sword. Instants after clearing her foes she drops the extra sword she claimed and puts both hands on her crotch. "What a bad time for this to be happening to me. But I must press on, it's for my people." She says to herself. After hopping a bit, Linasi picks back up the sword and runs up the main stairs. "Perfect distraction Dawn~Sivai!" Raena compliments. Linasi just nods, her legs crossed. "Now, to the throne room!" Basirai leads the way into the throne room, kicking the door open. Upon entering the four of them see a thin man sitting on the throne. He wears dark robes and a black crown. By his side a sword. Linasi stands at the back of the pack, crossing her legs while they finish off the king. He reaches for his sword to which Nazamiki says a single word. "Don't." She walks right up next to him, staring into his eyes. He then instantly freezes up, every muscle in his body unmoving. "That quick curse should be enough for you to finish him." She says as she returns to the group. Linasi can't concentrate on the others, her mind is focused on holding her bladder. She bounces up and down, her right hand on her crotch. She feels the pressure release slightly, and her face behind the mask grows slightly red as she feels a leak drop into her panties. Nazamiki looks over towards Linasi, she's shaking from holding it. "What an unsightly hero I am. Heh, sorry guys. Sorry that you have to see this." Linasi says, putting her right hand off her crotch and onto her mask. She then begins to release her pee into her grey pants. The flow soaks them through turning the grey to a dark yellow. Her red face grows hot and bright behind her hand and mask. She continues to pee herself for a while longer before her bladder is emptied entirely. The red carpet changed to a darker hue beneath her, her boots damp from the liquid running down her legs into them. "How embarrassing. Embarrassing indeed." "Linasi, don't worry, we all have moments like these. Well, I haven't had any, but I'm sure it happens to most people. We'll get you all changed up, don't worry about that." Raena says, trying to comfort her. Linasi nods, and the four of them exit the palace. They walk into a nearby clothing store, it's tiny and decrepit, but the best thing available. Linasi walks over and picks out a pair of panties and brown pants before walking to the counter, buying them. She then spins around and walks into the changing room, her darkened ass on display as she walks inside. Linasi throws off the wet clothes and puts on the pieces she just bought. They're uncomfortable and feel a little itchy, but it's better than the clothes she soaked through. Linasi then walks out barefoot, with the rest of her clothes in hand, walking out the store and to the others. "That looks alright on you! Too bad they had no shoes for you though." "It's fine, these will suffice until I arrive back. Although they're incredibly uncomfortable." Linasi replies.