Raindrop Valkyrie

The Lord of sorrow went to remove another card from his seemingly bottomless pocket. Every time he pulled out another card it seemed to be empty, yet there would always be another. These Halls... there was so much Magic at play here. What was doing it if it wasn't the Lord of Sorrow? He wasn't controlling the cards as they entered the goblets. What could be? Maybe it was just a latent enchantment of some kind. Either way he pulled yet another card. "Nadia Darke." Sorrow exclaimed as he held up the next card. "Your fate shall now be decided." Her card, landed in the Cerulean Goblet. "Vayne, Your fate shall now be decided." Vayne's card landing in the Goblet of Body. "Neville Frostburn, Your fate shall now be decided." Neville's card fell into the Goblet of Spirit, or the Crimson Goblet. "Debronee, You Fate shall now be decided." Debronee's card landed in the Goblet of Mind, or the Cyan Goblet.

As I said, probably never going to reveal exactly how I came to the team conclusions. That is for you guys to figure out why I put each of characters where. Think of it as a game. ((Where I'll never give you the actual answer.)) It's more fun if I don't lol. Cause I get to watch you guys speculate why I did what. TO me that is very fun and interesting to watch. I'm probably only a little sadistic.

There is a lot of factors to it actually. Keep in mind... every individual has parts of all 4 of the ideals. ((since everyone possesses a Mind, Spirit, Knowledge, and Body.)). But, for the sake of being mysterious and cryptic. ((and because it is more fun for you guys to not know.)), I won't be giving out how exactly I picked the teams. I knew them from pretty much the second we started and only made slight adjustments due to drop-outs etc... lol.

Sorrow picked another card from his pocket, and made sure those in the audience could see it. Yet another name. This time it read Ress'nok Redtail. The Red Victonari's servant moved up towards him now, and waited for the result. Yet again the paper fluttered gently into one of the goblets. THis time it feel into the Goblet of brown, the Goblet of Body. Ress'nok only nodded in response. He followed his servant. ************************* Helen found herself in a room back behind the stage. It was mostly empty aside from four vibrantly coloured doors. Each matched one of the goblets out on the stage that the Lord of Sorrow had prepared. She could still hear the Lord form back here as well. This would be the staging area before the real event began... the Clash. ********************************** Sorrow didn't wait very long this time taking out another card immediately. "Matthew Corwil. You fate will now be decided." he threw the card into the air, and the magic caused it to land in the Cyan coloured goblet, or the Goblet of Mind. He drew another card "Lord Roderick Gradun. Your fate will now be decided." Gradun's card gently floated into the Crimson Goblet or the Goblet of Spirit. One member of each team had now been decided. One wondered if this trend would continue.

I'm probably going to do a few in blocks rather than wiat too much in-between. I've actually already sorted the teams in reality... and there are subtle hints lying around etc... anyways... I certianly want there to be room for there to be reactions. Not oly to who ends up with what Knight ((since it is really damn clear who the mentors are to your characters.)), but who ends up on the same teams etc...

((Sorry for the double Post... but would rather this not stagnant lol.)) The Convergence Begins. "Good to see all are sure of their participation here. It makes my job easier." Sorrow said looking at the heros. There had been years where some did want to leave. It wasn't pretty then. And it certainly didn't instill confidence in the others participating watching one of the other participants be... "removed" form this plane of existence. However, that wasn't a concern now. "As I've said you must learn to also shoulder the burdens of others as their's, will become yours. These Goblets are for much more than show, my little heros. They will decide your fate. Each of you shall be assigned a Mentor, a leader for this Clash. Each Goblet represents that individual, one of the Divine Knights. Perhaps, you have heard of them? ((which spoiler... you have. Everyone in Graterras that knows anything... knows who the Divine Knights.)) I am sure you know which Goblet belongs to which Knight. However, you shall be sorted by whic Ideal the Universe believes you uphold best or hold most dear. Also, don't get angry wit me if the Universe decides one for you that you don't like I have no control over it." He then tapped on his pocket that he removed the white card from before. And out he pulled yet another White card. However, on this one was clearly written a name. It read Helen Lemercier. "Helen Lemercier... The Fates will decide yours now. Who will stand as your Mentor? What is the colour of your soul?" He threw the Card into the air now, clearly under normal circumstances it would have fell directly at his feet as he threw it straight up. However, something magic took it. It fluttered gracefully and around in a room in a manner that was clearly magic. How this happened was unknown. Sorrow looked forward not even at the goblets waiting for the sound of the card hitting the Water in the goblet. *Plink* The sound of the card hitting the glass and then... a soft sploosh as it settled into the water. It had landed in the Cerulean Blue water, the aforementioned Goblet of Knowledge. Helen's Messenger approached her, and bowed. "I shall take you to the Cerulean Gate Milady. We will await the other selections to be finished there."

It is definitely a good Universe to use as it has a huge wealth of stuff to pull on. I personally don't know shit about One Piece... and am not really interested in catching up with that considering I could watch a hell of a lot of other series in the same time. I hope you get some interest lol.

Eh... Ol' Kuna doesn't care. There is still a chance of failure. Is it a small chance? Yes. Is it a chance still? Yes. I am just a stick in the mud. ((and I never really use Jirachi personally lol.))

Yea the stats are mostly for fun there jelly. They won't really affect much other than just knowing that stuff XD. Since it has a half Emerald match I totally watched that. It was a very close battle and really was a joy to watch, was sitting on the edge of my seat the whole time XD. ((And don't get me started on the Jirachi thing. While it is a high chance and is stacked in your favor... it can still fail. Flinches and Para may have more chance from a Jirachi, but that doesn't change the relevance of the flinch etc. This is a personal thing from me so... yea Ol' Sensei Kuna is just being an old grumpy bastard.))

Anyway... things... are about to get very real very fast folks. So buckle in.

An usher came forth dressed in a suit of black. "Everyone, please be seated we shall begin shortly." he said to all the heros. Giving another glance at Gradun specifically. The Yellow Victonari had finally sat down as he said he would and was now hanging onto his Lute. "And... be quiet, no instruments please." The Usher nearly commanded of Gradun. None of the servants seemed overly fond of the Victonari Bard. However, as before he seemed not to notice the hostility at all. It was like in his mind... he couldn't possibly have done any wrong. One was not sure if he was an idiot, or just was oblivious...or both. Probably both. Now Servants were being seated in the back rows of the Amphitheatre. The Ushers lead them in, but most knew where to be seated and they quickly filed in. The Orchestra swelled now, coming to a crashing crescendo. They then left their music hanging for a second as the Fanfare begin again from the balconies. Trumpets blared out the arrival of what one would presume to be the Lord of Sorrow. Gradun added another Trumpet voice to the ensemble, but this time was rather unnoticed as the amount of trumpets concealed his. ((from everyone but those near him.)). ****************************** "Well then, time to get this show on the road then I suppose." The Lord of Sorrow mumbled to himself. He had done it many times, but was still jittery and nervous for some reason. He tried to shake the feeling. He partially accomplished his goal, but some still lingered in the back of his mind. Now was not the time for nervous willies however. He had to open the Convergence. It was time to begin the Clash. "Bartis, get me my good staff. No, not that one you dolt... the one without all the gaudy bones and beads. I need the one that isn't for spellcasting. Well I can still use it for that but it is a lot less effective." "Ah, sorry sir. Here it is." he handed the Lord of Sorrow a matte black cane with the head of a Umbranix on the end of it. As Sorrow made contact with the Cane, it lit up becoming a jet-black and losing its matte finish. It matched the rest of his new outfit, black like a mourner's garb. Nothing was overly excited colour -wise unlike his previous dress. He wore a simple gentleman's top hat which allowed his own helmet to be seen. It was a bright steely colour, though it was no natural material. All over ithe bottom was engraved motifs to look like tears running down from the visor of the helm. In the center of each droplet, a bright blue sapphire. It was clear now, or at least once the heros laid eyes on him again, that he was much like his servants. A suit of armour was his body and nothing remained in within. He placed a Long black overcoat over his vest rather than a jacket of a traditional suit. It was a common practice by those in Nevermore. It was usually done by Traveling merchants, but it became more and more popular amongst even those that lived in city as a sort of statement. Sorrow fastened on his gloves over his metal hands. and then looked back at his servants. "Wish me luck. This group... is very different than the others. I don't know how the Divines will react to some of them." he said with a sigh. He was worried. Never before was he given such a group of volatile characters. They had such sordid pasts, not entirely of their own faults in some situations. The Divines... weren't kind judges however. He remembered how Lady Ashford cut down one of participants the first day of the Clash. What it was for he couldn't remember. It wasn't his place. He cracked his neck and went forth. His cane clacking against the floor and the sound of his heavy steps. Now, his armour clearly clanked. He wasn't wearing so much cloth as that it hid the sound any more, or at least... hid it enough that it wasn't noticeable. Not having his Caster's Staff helped too, as the bones and beads didn't rattle. But he kept moving; this was no time for idle thought. It was time for the Convergence. *************************************************** The orchestra swelled once more quietly and then the fanfare rolled out. This time Gradun didn't play, but one could see a respectful look on his face. He could hear the importance in this tune, or at least... he would put it that way. And so he remained quiet. As the music got louder and reached it climax, The Lord of Sorrow approached. He marched in from the stage. He was followed by a legion of Servants, all dressed in Black like he was. It seemed like the world had slowed down as they walked towards the end of the stage. Almost as if time was hung up on the situation and didn't want to move forward at all. Like it wanted the moment to last forever. But, it merely slowed it down to savor it as long as it could. They each stopped at the end of the Stage right as the piece the Orchestra was playing ended. Sorrow Looked out over the crowd and more importantly at the Heros in the front row. He pulled something from the left breast-pocket in his best. He help it up above his head for a moment and then began to speak. "In my hand I hold this piece of paper. It might seem insignificant, worthless, or just plain useless. But, we all were like that once. We all started from nothing, a blank slate. Something that is blank can become anything. Like these." He gestured behind himself to which... 4 goblets appeared. Each crystal clear and filled with a coloured liquid. One had red. One had Cyan. One had a deep cerulean blue; The last, a rich burnt sienna. The paper in his hand then blew out to four pieces of paper. "We are each stained by that which is most important to us, or that which guides us in life. Our Soul" he said placing a paper into the Red goblet. "Our Mind" he placed the next into the Cyan Goblet. "Our Knowledge." he said as he placed one into the deep blue goblet. "And lastly, but most certainly no lesser than the others, Our Body." and with that he dropped the last paper into the final goblet. He then removed each paper. It went for a crisp white, and became fully dyed with the final colour. "Things in our life change us... and remove the purity from our slates. They become coloured with all manner of constructs, ideals, and other such concepts as our lives progress." "This, This Clash of Fates is what remembers what we once were. Us in our purest form, and yet it must take into account our new selves as well. It gives us a chance to go back before one strayed from the path. But, as we did fail, it cannot hand it to us on a silver platter. It must test us, see our true mettle and if we are worthy of a second chance. This is what the Clash of Fates is. It is the test to receive that Second Chance." He took a deep breath and paced for a while. It was probably around two minutes, but it would feel like an eternity. His cane the only source of noise in the entire room. It echoed throughout, sounding like a sinister clock ticking away. He spoke once more breaking the ominous silence. "Heros, each of you was given an invitation for a reason. You failed to do something, and you regret it entirely. It is for this reason, The Sorrow's Stone reached out for you and plucked you into this dimension. You answered its call and told it, you wanted to take your claim in its battle. Each of you will champion your own cause now, but you must also shoulder that of others. Each of you shall be coloured by your life's experience and each of you will learn of your place in the Clash. Who you will stand next to, and who you will Mentor you in the great battle ahead. If you are having any regrets... go now. For once the Convergence begins... there is no turning back. There is only winning, or death." He paused here for awhile. In case anyone decided they did want to leave, or if they had anything they wished to say.

Yes. Scarf is the only relevant set to my knowledge. Typically runs EQ/Outrage/Filler/Defog. It aims to be Hitmonlee-esque and remove hazards via High Offensive Pressure. However... Hitmonlee is typically better off as it can switch moves. Also it's probably better for you to try and predict their lead then to say this is my lead I will always lead with it. It is... no offense a strategy I think is kinda poor form in any tier. Trying to get lead match-up is important and it can really swing momentum one way or the other. Like if you put Delphox into something can't handle... you really won't be having fun as you either die... switch out and take a hit, or give the oppennat space to use status/Set-up hazards or them self. etc. I don't believe that "This is my lead and my only lead." is ever a good thing to lock yourself into. Also on a sidenote for Delphox, the utility in Switchroo is much better than really any other coverage options imo. Psyshock, Fire Blast, Dazzling Gleam and Grass Knot are really the only moves there is a point in running for attacks imo. ((with both Dazzling Gleam and Grass Knot being situational.)) Basically... if you're using Switchroo you can really save your own keister sometimes. Mostly crippling the hell out of walls, but you can sometimes lock set-up mons into set-up or similar things. Just keep it in mind, the move has a load of utility and shouldn't be passed up lightly..

"Hmmm, well Lady Asterlux, you should know better than any why this is going on." The red Victonari mused. He shifted forwards in his seat a bit. "Nobles have a way of... how should I put this? Oh, making Mountains out of Molehills. And that goes for every situation." The big guy chuckled. He had memories of the Lord he worked for... just as much a buffoon as this one. They had a particular love for over the top flair. They always did. "They always try to be the loudest, the most extravagant, to burn the brightest in everything they do. It as if they feel their light will go out if they don't strive to be the best at everything. It is rather sad to watch sometimes. Though I am sure you know." Ress'nok rubbed his chin. He wondered if he talked to much. He hadn't talked this freely in... well years. Not even to those he was employed by. He wondered if it was a good idea to converse with a possible enemy. But... if the enemy knew he as a person, it was that much harder for them to sheathe their sword in his abdomen. Well... for most people. *************************** The Yellow Victonari's Messenger removed himself from line and began to talk to the fellow, it was... quite the spectacle. "Lord Gradun, Please be seated, the Convergence is about to begin and we would prefer all of you be seated for the events that will transpire." it said. There was no answer from the Apparent Lord Gradun. THe Messenger repeated itself... and once more no answer. He merely kept playing his horn. Though after a few seconds he dropped it to his side and bowed to the messenger. "Clearly you are here to complement my amazing skills as a musician. But you should be telling it to those fine sirs." he said pointing to the Orchestra. The messenger audibly sighed. It was the first time really... anyone else had seen or heard one of the servants give a visible ((or audible)) sign of frustration. Which to be fair, was difficult as they didn't have facial features, but one could tell.that this messenger was none to happy. In fact what the others didn't know was that only Gradun had ever seen the servants as such, however he didn't notice it at all. It might has well have been the first time one of them ever acted this way. "Gradun, please take your seat." the Messenger nearly barked as an order. There was only a thread of politeness left. "But why? The music is speaking to me! It's telling me to stand and frolic and sing!" Gradun replied. He spun gracefully around the aisle and in the middle bowed in front of of Ayla. " You look lovely this evening Milady." he said and then quickly vanished back to his previous conversation with the Messenger. "I was merely answering the call of the music I had to play you see! I simply had to!" "Then do it from your seat please..." the messenger replied clearly working on one of his few unfrayed nerves. "Hmm, but that makes the airflow all wrong. I simply cannot blow while sitting down. It jsut isn't right! You're not a Artist of Sound like I. You just don't understand the importance of standing tall and strong as you play your instrument!" Gradun triumphantly announced. He put his arm around the messenger and squeezed the suit of armour tight. "Let... go... of... me..." the Messenger barely managed to choke out. "You know... you really aren't all that fun. I'll sit. BUT I'LL PLAY MY LUTE INSTEAD!!! It doesn't matter if I sit and play that! I won't put stress on my diagram... or whatever that fancy word is for that air thingie that let's you sing. Well I will put stress on it... which is why I can't play my wonderful horn. I think the point is that It doesn't matter if I sit or stand to play my lute. That's probably what I was saying. It sounds like something I'd say." One had to wonder... if all of Gradun was there.

If you think Nadia is a friendly mood... well... you're sadly mistaken lol. ((unless you totally don't mean her.)) Also, trust me... our trumpet playing friend is in a very good mood. So good a mood in fact he joined the orchestra in playing. Sadly, I don't think they appreciate much. @Dobbs, Yea. though I am surprised Silef didn't straight up think he was full of crap XD. Not every day a Dragon man in a loincloth claims to be a knight.

"I have a feeling that one isn't going to listen to you. He seems to be in his own little world right now. Also.... try not to look so surprised. I get that look way to often from nobles. Like they haven't seen a real warrior. Not all of us want to wear a giant tin can you know?" He huffed. Ress'nok really wasn't one for talking to people, even those of court. He'd rather keep quiet. He kept mulling it over in his head. But something was up with this whole Clash of Fates thing. He didn't rightly care much, but he couldn't help but wonder... if there was a reason all of them were seated in such close proximity. There was an entire room of chairs left and yet, each of the Messengers lead them to a seat in the very front row in front of the stage and orchestra pit. There had to be some reason. Hopefully this whole pre-show was over soon and the Lord of Sorrow got around to explaining what was going on. "The Name is Ress'Nok. Ress'nok Redtail. I was a knight of one of the royal families located in Solaruim. It was... needless to say an interesting time. Not many were used to Victonari in the kingdom."

"Please Milady, be seated, things will begin once you are." said the Messenger that represented Ayla. He gestured to her seat, the one next to the woman she was staring at after all. A row of seats were reserved at the front of the Audience Hall, where they each sat. It was clear that they were... some sort of guests of honor. The yellow Victonari in the crimson overcoat now spoke. "Aye, sit down. Enjoy the show!!!" he said while raising his arms in the air. A flare for the dramatic this one had. It was readily apparent by the state of his dress and the instruments he carried. Mostly the trumpet though. "Can;t you hear the lovely music, oh how it make me sway to and fro. It is so beautiful I want to join in!" he said now twirling the trumpet around his finger, he began to play along with the orchestra. It was incessantly loud in the seats all of a sudden as the Victonari man blasted on his trumpet. The orchestra would have given the Yellow Victonari glares if they well... had faces, they were also suits of armour after all. However, one could tell by their body language... they weren't very happy about the "new addition" to their symphony. The red Victonari, the one without any normal state of dress, snuffed loudly. It was clearly out of displeasure. "Can you believe the nerve of that one? Playing over top the orchestra. Any other hall the Lord would have the fool's head on a platter. Hell, as I knight I would have to snatch it from his shoulders." he snorted to Lady Asterlux. He clearly knew due to her state of dress she was some sort of nobility. He went back to be silent quickly. He wasn't one for chatter. But clearly that upset him enough to cause him to speak up. He glowered at the Yellow Victonari who blasted horrendous notes on his trumpet. It wouldn't have been bad on it's own... if it wasn't entirely disharmonious to the music the orchestra was already playing. Nadia, didn't really react to the scene. She made no efforts to hide, or to talk to anyone. However, she took the moment to slide right in-between the two women at the end of the row. She ignored both of them sitting one seat over the one being gestured to. Her blade clanked heavily as she walked it being the only piece of metal on her person. She wore a somewhat more masculine style of the Shadowed Isles, a simple vest over top suit pants with a different coloured overall straps. Hers a solid black, with green embellishments to match her eyes. It wasn't an affront of green like anything in this castle, it was a true splash of an accent colour. It was expertly tailored as to not be overbearing. However, after pushing past Ayla and Helen, she mostly kept to herself, not trying to pay any attention to anyone else in the hall. She was here for one thing and one thing alone. Her mission was more important than a bit of idle small talk. She didn't much care the impression she gave the two women, let alone anyone else in the hall.

And with that... the Final Missive was signed. The Convergence... would begin. Silef's Messenger did as the others before and tucked the missive into his tabard. He quickly turned on his heel, but not before saying " Very well. I shall take you to the Master. We shall be there shortly." Silef only needed follow the Yellow Feather tucked into the Messenger's helm. ******************************************************************* The Beginning of the End. One by one the heros found themselves at the Great Audience Hall of Halls of Sorrow. They took in the lavish scenes as they each followed suit of their Messenger. Many coloured feathers swayed as they fell into line as each entered the Mighty doors that lie in front of the hall. From the inside already, Helen could see many other servants traipsing about tidying the Hall and others getting ready a bunch of instruments... as to what end she couldn't be certain, but it was clear they intended to play in the occasion. The Overlying Balconies were filled to the brim with servants holding trumpets. And down in the orchestral pit for musicals and plays resided the Orchestra. They crashed through a few pieces quickly making it clear this was to be some grand event. They set up many instruments... it was to be a show. A servant with a tabard like the messengers ((though this time, it was Amaranth instead of Violet... hmm, I wonder why?)) approached Helen. In his cap he wore a feather of pure white. Why was anyone's guess considering his tabard was a different colour already. "Milady, I will be your Messenger for the eve. I will lead you to the Convergence." with this he took a quick bow as he went and took a positon down in front of the Orchestra. He stood completely at attention. ***************************************** With the preparations finished it was time for the other heros to be shown in one by one. The entrance of each was accompanied by a mighty fanfare of trumpets from the upper balconies. First a Messengers with a feather of Ruby Red, tailed by a giant hulking Victonari, came through. The Victonari wore next to no armour and instead wore a simple loincloth. He had rippling muscles everywhere and moved with purpose. His dress might have seem uncivilized, but one couldn't call him a savage. He exuded an air of nobility and honour, he was a Warrior and seeing him it was obvious. The messenger split off from the Victonari man as he showed him to his seat right in the front. He filed into position next to a messenger much like him, but in a differently coloured tabard. They both stood at attention in front of the Orchestra. Next came a messenger with a Feather of Yellow. Behind him Lady Silef Asterlux. The messenger lead her to her set next to the mighty Victonari that came in before. "Your Seat Milady. I shall wait for you to bring you to the Convergence. Until then, be seated here." said the messenger to Lady Asterlux. He took a curt bow, before making an about face and marching off. He stood in line with the rest of the messengers. Next entered a Messenger with an feather of emerald green. He led in the man Vayne, and sat him next to Lady Asterlux, and then took his place down in front of the orchestra. This cycle continued until every hero was seated. Next was a strange golden feathered messenger followed by another Victonari. It was very rare to see even one outside of Pandora, let alone two of them. This one however was more foppish in his dress, wearing bells and beads in a frond on the back of his neck. He wore heavy leather boots along with a great crimson overcoat. He carried with him a lute and what appeared to be another trumpet. He played the fanfare along with the servants as he came in. He was seated right next to Vayne. Next one with an Earthen brown feather. Behind him the Half-Orc, Varick. Next arrived a Servant with a Light Blue feather. WIth him was Neville. Next a servant with Navy Blue, and a certain pirate lord in tow. Next one with a Feather of Silver. Behind him the boy Debronee. Next one with a feather of Scarlet Red. Behind him the man named Zagi. Next... came one with a feather of Slate Grey. Behind him... a terrifying woman. While normally one wouldn't have expected much... something as off about this one. It wasn't apparent what, but something... something wasn't right. Her hair a jet black and her eyes emerald green. a dark air emanated from her, not one of evil exactly, but one of great torment and pain. She bore it on her shoulders more heavily than anyone else there. Next, a feather of jet black followed by the faithful of Draven, Ayla Ryssel. With that... things were about to begin. The orchestra started to play. They played a powerful tune to signify the beginning of the Convergence. ((here you have a chance to react to everything going on before I move the story ahead. I probably will only wait a day or two at max and certainly am not waiting for everyone unless you all make a post before then.))

It might possibly though not sure. It would only possibly work with Aron though. ((as it is the only real one with Sturdy.)) Sashes can't be replenished.

Issue with F.E.A.R it is 1 time only. The amount of effort that must be put in to use it to take down a single mon... is pretty steep. Because of a few key things. This is in general, there is some clear exceptions. ((Such as F.E.A.R Kangashan as it has Scrappy.)) -Without Scrappy Ghosts are entirely immune to the strategy. -Non-Sturdy users require the use of a Focus Sash. As Sashes are used up when they activate.. it is veeeeeeery hard to replace them as they are somewhat rarer items. -Weather Effects, hazards and other indirect damage tend to mess up the strategy. -Black Sludge, Lefties, or a similar item will restore the HP of the opposing mon which renders the F.E.A.R Mon unable to properly deal with it afterwards. -Opposing Priority moves on the enemy allow them to dispatch the F.E.A.R mon before being defeated themselves. This allows them to possibly have a move against and Opponent. -Multi-hit moves. -Mold Breaker ((and those fancy ones Reshiram, Zekrom, Kyu-W, and Kyu-B have even if you won't come across them most likely.)) negates the strategy for Sturdy Users such as Aron. AI's might not be the best at countering F.E.A.R however as they can never know the strategy. However, F.E.A.R is pretty much a 1 time deal. At most you can remove 1 of opposing Leaders mons while also dedicating an entire slot of your own team towards a F.E.A.R mon with have little use outside of removing 1 thing from play. It pretty much more useful to run something with Destiny Bond instead as it can have much more use than removing one mon but still gives you the instant kill switch button. While F.E.A.R could be helpful it has plenty of things that hold it back it keep it from being the most viable thing out there. Giving up an entire slot in your team is the biggest example of why it is a very rare strategy as it is not usually worth that entire slot to killing one mon on the enemy team and then nothing else.

And for this two Men, The messengers did the same. Each tucked the Missive into their tabard, and then turned on their heel. And then they spoke the message they did each other time as well "Very well, I shall lead you to the Master. Please follow me, we shall arrive shortly." Debronee's Messenger had a Silver feather, While Neville's had a Light blue one. With that most of the souls were being lead to the Audience Hall. They could see the others being lead by their messengers pass through the halls. It was quite the spectacle. The bustle was made worse by all the other similarly dressed servants running about doing other tasks and things. The Halls of Sorrow were labyrinthine, and seemed to sprawl on for miles. One would probably get hopefully lost if it were not for the servants leading them to their destination. Soon they would all file into the Audience chamber and the Convergence would begin. **************************************************** "We are here Milady." said Sorrow to Helen as they arrived to ammuch... different part of the keep. It seemed like a timeless addition and wasn't like much of the other parts of the keep. It looked like something out of a fine Graterrain opera house. The decorum was much more low-key using other small tricks to be pleasant on the eyes and not overwhelm those looking upon it. I was probably to not distract from the performances that might have been held there, but to still be a lovely work of art in and of itself. There was nary a trace of gold anywhere, a lesson probably learned from the rest of the garish design in the rest of the Keep. Mixtures of deep reds and blues, and other darker colours complemented each other much more than the clashing effects elsewhere. He lead her through a double door, embellished with the shapes of stories around the doorframes, those of war, those of love, all sorts of timeless things etched carefully into surrounding frame and into the doors themselves. Down a long dark tunnel they went until they arrived at the bottom of a massive Amphitheatre. It was gigantic. It looked like tens of thousands could be seated for a single performance. How on Graterras this fit into a keep... was beyond any mortal mind. But, it did. It was a simple design of a solid deep red, as to not take eyes away from the performance on the giant stage. Elegant and simple. Just the way this Lord of Sorrow liked it. If there was any place in this Keep he liked the way it was, it was the Audience hall and Amphitheatre. Besides having a bit of a soft spot for plays and musicals, it was the least offensive room in the castle, in fact it was one of few that didn't exude the First's horrible taste in colour and decorum. Not a scrap of Violet, nor a tinge of gold embellishment was anywhere to be seen. It was lovely the way it was. "Take a seat then Lady Helen. The Convergence shall begin soon. Just as soon as the others arrive. They should be here shortly."

Man... my typos are the worst XD. Also my favourite part of this whole exchange going on. I explained that the missive is literally basically a permission slip for the Messenger to to take you to the Audience Hall. That is literally all it is XD. It says basically ((albeit much more fancily and drawn out cause... yea XD.)) "Can I take you to the Audience Hall? Yes or No." The servants can't do anything against your will therefore they have to know that you want to be taken there XD. I just love how pretty much every character has been like this is some kind of binding contract etc... and has painstakingly read through it lol. Oh how paperwork gets to people.

Ah... overestimation.... the deadliest sin in Graterras. The deadliest. Well one of them... The deadliest is probably hubris followed by tampering with that one doesn't truly understand.