Vandenreich Raid - Icecrown Citadel

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Quest Name: Vandenreich Raid - Icecrown Citadel

Who can participate?: Vandenreich Quincies of Class 4-1

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes): Roughly about a week's worth of time, possibly less depending on how time efficient everyone is, and how many breaks are taken.

Quest Setting (NDE/DE): DE

Quest Synopsis: There have been some rather... strange happenings in northern Greenland as of late. People are not only dying, but are also returning as mindless undead. After a Vandenreich outpost was wiped out, the Emperor sent a small, but able group to investigate and clean up the mess; the heroes of this story. A massive fortress atop Mount Forel has since been located, and deemed as the source of this plague ravaging the land. The Quincies must now break into this fortress, and put an end to the undead.

Maximum Number of Participants: 5

Overall Goal: End the undead scourge currently plaguing Greenland before it spreads to the rest of the world; in other words, kill Arthas Menethil, The Lich King.

Number of missions involved: 11

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:

Storm the Citadel and defeat Lord Marrowgar. [Hard]
Get passed Lady Deathwhisper in order to get to higher ground. [Hard]
Defeat a group of hostile Shinigami on the same mission. [Hard]
Take down Deathbringer Saurfang, guarding the gate to the Upper Spire of the Citadel. [Hard]
Defeat Festergut, in an attempt to lure out its creator. [Hard]
Defeat Rotface, in an attempt to lure out its creator. [Hard]
Kill Professor Putricide and destroy the Plagueworks. [Hard]
Locate and kill the Blood Prince Council. [Hard]
Kill Blood-Queen Lana'thel without being bitten. [Hard]
Defeat the Lich King's last line of defense, Sindragosa and her frostwyrms. [Hard]
Kill The Lich King. [Hard]

Recommended Class for entry: 3-2

[Deleted]

"Never done a raid before. It's sure to end with me coming out on top. After all, I'm number one. Wait-- what do you mean this isn't demon related?"

[Aia Kristal]

"It is unfortunate that the undead do not truly bleed authentic blood, but I guess I can tag along to study new specimens. Who knows? Maybe some torture can be involved!"

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

"Emmerick assemble my servants. I'm being sent to an arctic wasteland and will need a much warmer wardrobe. This is going to wreak havoc on my skin!"

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

"No king rules forever, my son..."

Mission Report:

Two months ago, a small Vandenreich outpost had been overwhelmed by mass amounts of undead. The outpost had been taken down in about fifteen minutes at most. Large numbers of zombies, ghouls, and more quickly overran everyone located there. There was a request for aid sent out, but when a scouting team arrived, there were no survivors. Located nearby, is a fortress where these beings may be originating from. Since the time the outpost has been wiped off the planet, the undead plague has only been spreading its influence further throughout the country. Your mission is to investigate this fortress, and put an end to the undead running rampant from here, by any means necessary. 

Mount Forel, Greenland. One of the highest mountain peaks in the country, and home to one of the largest threats the country will face. Atop this mountain, stands a fortress of undeath. The design of the building is rather dark in nature, to say the least. The exterior is almost entirely black, as though the very metal used to build it was the same color to begin with. Spires stand all over the place, rising as more of a blade designed to pierce the sky than anything else. Certain sections of the building protrude and bend inward, being slightly reminiscent of bone. An absolutely massive staircase stand before the entrance, with banners depicting the end of human life surrounding the way up.

Emanating from the castle was an abhorrent amount of reiatsu, and what felt to be the very chill of death circulating through the air around the place. Even with the amount and strength of spiritual energy being released, telling what race it belonged to was something that wasn't clear. Part of it seemed to be akin to hollow reiatsu, but there was also a more... sinister feel to it. Perhaps something much, much darker in nature? Only time would tell what this source was, and whether or not an end could be put to something so seemingly powerful from what was seen just from being outside.

The front gate of the citadel had been utterly smashed in. Resting in front of the main gate was that of a battering ram, made of rather high quality. There were already people inside here. Perhaps they'd be of aid to the group of Quincies about to rush in? At the same time, there was also the chance that they'd be hostile towards the group, or even dead for that matter! Either way, the group had an easy way inside. The question of the matter was whether or not it should be taken.

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{Icecrown Citadel}

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Standing next to her allies, Priscilla stared intently at the staircase before them. She already knew that this mission probably wasn't going to be the easiest, evidenced by the fact that this fortress stood as a sort of base for whatever had been terrorizing the northern part of the country. The report they had all been given had mentioned the "undead", but how much of that was actually true? Weren't those just Hollows and Arrancar? Surely that's what this was referring to, correct? A somewhat concerned look rose to her face. She didn't know what to make of the situation. Even then, she didn't expect anybody there to really make anything of the situation at all.

There were a few ways they could potentially go about this attack. One route was to rush into the fortress, and attack everything that was potentially prepared for them head on. There was also the chance that they could try to stealth it, but what were the chances of that being able to happen? Perhaps the best way was to make it inside, and try to take down the source. Stealth would likely hurt this situation, and seemed far from optimal. She'd have to consult with the rest of the team for their opinions as well.

"So," she began to say to those around her, still keeping her vision locked on the structure, "what exactly do you all think about this? I have to say, I'm still confused as to what that report had meant by... 'undead'. Any of you have even a semblance of an idea as to the meaning behind that? I've got to say, I'm a little concerned." She pulled one hand over her chest, grabbing her other arm. She seemed to almost close off. She was scared.

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{Priscilla's Stats & Skills}Pre-Release

Strength - 150 (38 after type)
Speed - 150 (38 after type)
Spiritual Pressure - 400
Reiatsu Strength - 400
Senses - 200
Instinct - 100 (25 after type)
Energy Sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 0

Post-Release

Strength - 150
Speed - 150
Spiritual Pressure - 400 (1200 after type)
Reiatsu Strength - 400 (1200 after type)
Senses - 200 (400 after type)
Instinct - 100
Energy Sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 0

Light Aura - 50
Dark Aura - 50

Weapons: Bow Release - 2
Battle Analysis - 4
War Strategy - 3
Analyzing - 3
Pain Tolerance - 3

[Deleted]

”I think that someone is trying to steal my shtick.”

Priscilla would hear the near instant she finished her sentence. Strolling past her right, and smacking her on the back with his hand as he did so, was the man who answered her and, like her, whose gaze was locked onto the impressive structure that had seemingly been born overnight. Well, not exactly accurate. The outpost that had been, randomly, in Greenland had been destroyed two months ago. Why they were responding to this, now, of all times was still rather curious to Alex. But, hey, the Vandenreich had been busy! Maybe. Probably. Time was hard to keep track of in the Silbern sometimes. That or he didn’t keep track of it at all sometimes.

Rubbing his fingers and thumb back and forth across his jawline to stroke his beard, Alex took a few more steps past Priscilla to awe up at the imposing fortress. ”Whoever put this monstrosity together certainly has a specific taste.” Alex joked with a shake of his head. ”But! Undead could mean a lot of things. But at the same time it might not. We tend to have specific names for things that are, technically, undead after all. Shinigami...Hollows...Jyuria. I’ll go with Pluses. The outpost was overrun by Pluses!” Alexander concluded, before realizing that that didn’t really make much sense either.

Spinning to face the other Quincy, and making sure to flick his cloak with his hand as he did so, he extended both of his arms out to his side and grinned. ”Well ladies, let’s go see what all the excitement is about! Even if this doesn’t have to do with Hell I’m still rather interested!” Alex laughed before eyeing Priscilla. His eyes lowered down to her grip on her arm. He didn’t need a masters in psychology to tell she was afraid. ”Don’t worry, Captain Krantz.” Alex commented, no doubt catching her attention. ”You don’t need to be afraid with me around! I’ll kill each and every little thing that scares you...so just don’t freeze up and get in the way. Don’t ruin the fun!” Was he trying to comfort her or be a dick? It was hard to tell with Alex sometimes. But, one thing was for certain. He was very eager for the bloodshed to start.

[Aia Kristal]

As the imposing form of Icecrown Citadel lie before the four Quincy, Aia could not help, but analyze the surrounding environment. The normally gorgeous landscape seemed to have this dreadful look and feel to it as the Fortress and its very core infested the scenery with hideous ghouls and undead to plague the scene. Part of Aia was disgusted at the rather bleak outlook this place had. In fact, the entire structure of Icecrown Citadel make Aia feel like someone was trying far too hard to impress onlookers with its gothic styled architecture and ridiculous decoration including frozen wastes and other...exotic tastes.

Then just to top it all of, Alex over here was boasting with proclamations of skill and grandeur. ”I think that someone is trying to steal my shtick.” Something within Aia could not help, but chuckle at the statement. As she stood there and continued to listen, the young quincy would close her eyes and feel the arid winds cause her crimson colored hair to flow and it almost seemingly chilled to the very marrow of her bones. This was not a place she felt they should linger in and it was a job just like any other that they should finish as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Yet almost on queue, it seemed that Alex had more to say. ”Well ladies, let’s go see what all the excitement is about! Even if this doesn’t have to do with Hell I’m still rather interested!” prompting Aia to return a quick quip after hearing, ”You don’t need to be afraid with me around! I’ll kill each and every little thing that scares you...so just don’t freeze up and get in the way. Don’t ruin the fun!” She gently tilted her head to the side as she thought about it. "Truly it seems that you can't help yourself Alexander. All this boasting and talk is going to slow us down."  Her eyes gleamed as she couldn't help, but smirk. "However...perhaps these undead will give me new specimens to study. Always curious to see what new things bleed."  With her hand pressed against her side creating a v form, she would wait for everyone to finish their friendly or not so friendly banter and start to make preparations as well as a plan for how to assault this keep.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia's outfit

Amalia stood quietly in the distance as the others conversed. Her eyes scaled the imposing fortress with a dispassionate gaze. She offered no discernible reaction to the vague yet ominous spiritual energy pulsing from within the sprawling citadel. A rogue snowflake fluttered by her face before landing on her cheek. The sensation of ice on her skin was fleeting as the warmth of her cheek warded off the cold. The dove grey sky swelled before unleashing what would become a new, thick layer of snow.

The solid lacquer of snow and ice was in endless supply as it stretched for miles. While the breeze was gentle, it left the air feeling like frozen lace on her skin. It was delicate and cold like winter waves on sallow sand. Amalia tugged on her fur wrap as the arctic desert sighed. She could feel the cool breath creeping along her body as if the cold climate was attempting to claim her. She slowly began approaching the base of the citadel, taking immediate note of its grand staircase. 

The ground sparkled and crunched with every footstep as if sugar were underfoot. The sounds of wading through the snow would break any moment of silence, though it seemed only Amalia was silently digesting the situation in front of them. Amalia passed between her fellow Vandenreich without saying a word. "Dissecting the meaning of 'undead' is a waste of your time." She said suddenly. "The report was clear. Countless creatures demolished the outpost's defenses. Hordes don't lead themselves, which means something has enslaved all variety of souls. Anything truly enslaved will have been stripped of its protective instincts making them more dangerous."

Amalia didn't share in Alexander's humor nor Aia's morbid fascination. She did not feel the thrill felt when hunting Shinigami or traitorous free Quincy. She knew she could exploit people. People were brimming with emotions and those were easily manipulated in her favor. Enslaved creatures, of any race, were likely stripped of any semblance of humanity. Humanity is what made them unpredictable and unpredictable slaves aren't a lucrative resource. She couldn't help but wonder why apparent "zombies" congregated in such an elaborate fortress.

Amalia slightly pursed her coralline-red lips as her mind tried to make sense of the situation. You don’t need to be afraid with me around! I’ll kill each and every little thing that scares you...so just don’t freeze up and get in the way. Don’t ruin the fun! Amalia glanced back at Alexander, her eyes boring into him as a look of disgust developed. "Don't treat this like one of your silly demon expeditions. Shelf the jubilant attitude and focus." Something about the situation had drained Amalia's patience for Alexander's comedy. It seemed the energy emanating from the citadel was of grave concern to her. 

Amalia's attention returned to the citadel. "Let's go. We shouldn't waste anymore time sitting out here discussing excitement over bleeding specimens and fulfilling savior fantasies." Amalia looked at Priscilla. "You don't need protecting. You're stronger than you give yourself credit. And should a situation arise where you do need assistance, we are here. Who knows, maybe the big strong man will need your assistance." She said with an impish grin. Amalia then took a deep breath before beginning to ascend the stairs.

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{Stats & Skills}

Strength - [160] Points -> [176] 


Speed - [320] Points -> [352] 


Spiritual Pressure - [400] Points -> [1600] Points from Technique Master-> [1760] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank



Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points -> [1600] Points from Technique Master -> [1760] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank


Instinct - [160] Points -> [176] 


Senses - [80] Points -> [88] 


Energy sensory - [180] Points -> [198] 


Healing Expertise - [0] Points






[Battle: Weapon - Eiku] {3}



[Battle: Pain Tolerance] {3}



[Battle: Battle Analysis] {4}



[Body: Damage Recovery] {1}



[Mental*: Technique Master] {3}



[Mental: Strength of Will] {2}

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Priscilla giggled after hearing Alex's comment on protecting her. She lowered her arm, and straightened her posture. The comment clearly helped her mood, and at the very least worked to suppress the fear she held in her heart towards the challenges that awaited them all. "I certainly appreciate the aid, Alex. I can promise you that I'm going to be far from a liability here. We're here to shut this place down, are we not? Any that are considered a liability would have no place in this frozen over hell, if it's as dangerous as it seems to be. I, and hopefully everyone else here will fight valiantly."

Upon finishing her comment, she turned to Aia to hear her out. "Specimens? You're looking to study this place? Interesting, I may join you on that when this is all said and done. Nothing quite beats expanding our current knowledge, even if it is with these... things. Judging from your talk of bleeding, I'm assuming you're looking to dissect the enemy? Well, if you need any assistance at all with that, I'd be more than happy to help! As long as you let me in on those findings of yours, of course!"

Listening to her superior, Priscilla began to smile at the compliment she was given. It was certainly an ego booster, that's for sure. Especially with Amalia of all people thinking she was combat ready. As Amalia began to finish speaking, Priscilla once again giggled at the thought of Alex needing protection. From what she heard, he was certainly powerful, though how powerful she felt she needed to judge. What better way to do so than fighting alongside him in the midst of potentially life-threatening combat?

Following in suit, Priscilla began to also make her way upstairs, though rushing past Amalia seemingly excited. The way she saw it, this was all a game of sorts. Sure, she was taking it seriously, she knew lives were on the line. Everyone there did. Though, like two out of three of the Vandenreich Quincy there with her, she didn't see it as a mission, and saw it as something more interesting than that. Sure, she was still scared, that was something that was likely not going to leave her for the entire duration of the actual mission. But she decided to avoid showing it as best as she could. Upon reaching the top of the steps, she turned and waited for her subordinates to follow in suit before entering.

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As you all begin to make your way up the steps of the Citadel, various shouts and clashing of metal can be heard inside. If it wasn't already evident by the way the main gate is smashed in, the noises signal the fact that you aren't the only people here. Inside is a fairly large group of Fullbringers of various shapes and sizes, each clad in heavy armor that appeared to be custom-made due to the same symbol being worn on each set of plate. This symbol is in the shape of a black sun, with the bottom point extended straight down the armor. All of them appear to be fighting as one coalescent unit, much like a military force should. Each individual soldier is playing off of each other's strengths and weaknesses, aiming to make sure a minimal amount of casualties occur in the skirmish ahead.

Even then, quite a few of these fullbringers do fall before the relentless undead hoard charging them. They're severely outnumbered. Seeing this, one man, wearing a rather radiant suit of armor and wielding a large blade, steps forward before the rest of the men. With one swing, a massive wave of fire, large enough to easily reach from wall to wall lashes out from his blade. The wave begins to pierce through the large numbers of undead, igniting them and causing them to quickly burn into nothingness from the center outward. In a matter of just a few seconds, the entire hall is cleared, and the man takes a knee, holding himself up by his blade.

Another soldier, presumably a peon of sorts, rushes to his side. "Commander Fordring, are you alright?" With this, Fordring gives a smirk to the peon. "I'll be fine. For now, though, we have a moment to spare. I need to make an address to the rest of the force." With that, Fordring forces himself to stand, and turns around to face the rest of the army. He waits for everyone to grow quiet, then starts to speak once more. "This is our final stand. What happens here will echo through the ages. Regardless of outcome, the world will know that we fought with honor. That we fought for the freedom and safety of everyone! Remember, heroes, fear is your greatest enemy in these befouled halls. Steel your heart and your soul will shine brighter than a thousand suns. The enemy will falter at the sight of you. They will fall as the light of righteousness envelops them! Our march upon Icecrown Citadel begins now!"

As Fordring finished speaking, he begins to walk away from the corridor as his soldiers rush in, and another swarm of mutilated corpses and shambling undead ghouls began to rush down the hallway. Their success had been short lived. Almost immediately after they're seen by everyone, a loud, deep, distorted voice could be heard echoing through the halls, as if it originates from every crevice of the building itself. "You now stand upon the hallowed ground of the scourge. The Light won't protect you here, Fullbringer. Nothing will protect you..." Seemingly angered by this, Fordring tightens his grip around his sword. "ARTHAS!" he shouts, "I swore that I would see you dead and the scourge dismantled! I'm going to finish what I started thirty years ago!" As he finished, the echoing voice, now known as Arthas, continues speaking. "You could have been my greatest champion, Fordring: A force of darkness that would wash over this world and deliver it into a new age of strife. But that honor is no longer yours. Soon, I will have a new champion.

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Being told to shelf his “jubilant” attitude and focus, Alex did just that. Smiling at Amalia as he always did, Alex returned his focus to the massive citadel before them. As he, along with everyone else, began to ascend the palace the sound of clashing metal and shouting men reached Alex’s ears. It made him blink. As he reached the colossal entrance and got a look inside, Alex couldn’t help but scoff and let out a laugh. ”What the hell is all this?” he asked with arms held out wide and strolling forward. ”Is this Army of Darkness? Did we go back in time? Come on out Bruce Cambell!” seems it didn’t take long for Alex’s jubilant attitude to come back out, but with what was before them how could he not joke?

He was watching dudes dressed up in plate armor fight against actual hordes of rotting zombies and skeleton warriors. Watching as the line of soldiers faltered against the swarm, Alex witnessed the apparent leader of this unit step forward and wave an oversized sword that brought down the undead they faced. Stroking his beard, Alex tilted his head to the side as he watched. Curious like a cat, Alex raised an eyebrow before stepping forward as the mysterious master of the citadel delivered a threat to the man named Fordring. ”Seems they have a history.” Alex remarked, before noticing the new wave of undead heading towards the “Army”.

”Excuse me, ladies.”

Alex said to the trio before walking forward. As he did so, those with energy sensory would suddenly feel Alexander’s reiatsu come to life. Black reiatsu, lined blue, crept up from around his feet as Alex approached the army of Fullbringers from behind. Sucking in some reiatsu through his Cross to supplement himself, Alex activated two properties of his bow after taking in some extra juice. ”Arise.” Alex ordered, causing his black reiatsu to shift and turn as five masses rose up from his feet.

The black growths grew taller and taller until they reached his height and took on a new shape. Their forms became defined, taking on the appearance of suits of armor of various shapes and designs. Their visors came alight with blue light, as they reach lifted a different weapon. One held a longsword, another a spear, another with two axes, another with a sword, and the final with two daggers. ”Go.” Alex ordered as these five soldiers suddenly moved with enough speed that they seemed to vanish. With a speed of 800, the risen shadows dashed through the ranks of Fullbringers like black spectres and collided with the oncoming swarm of undead.

Like five lawnmowers facing an overgrown yard, the swarm of ghouls and zombies were cutdown like blades of grass. The speed of the shadows combined with Alex’s Reiatsu Strength bolstering them, each could cut down four mindless dead before the first even realized it was dead. The first soldier killed eleven. The second killed seven with three swings of its spear. The shadow with two axes charged like a mad bull through the horde, swinging each weapon back and forth and cutting down seventeen in a straight line. The second shadow wielding a sword cut down any stragglers trying to continue their push towards the Fullbringers. The dagger wielder kept itself low, acting as a lethal shadow as it cut down ghoul after ghoul. In only a few seconds, ten undead were brought down.

”Ah, it feels good to establish a pecking order.” Alex said loud enough for the Fullbringers to hear him behind them. When they would all turn to see the Quincies behind them, Alex delivered a cocky smirk as he’d be the first one they’d see. ”Greetings. Hello. We have questions and you, no doubt, have answers. So let’s start with the obvious ones. Who are you? What is this place? Who is this Arthas? And why are you all dressed like you’re larpers?” Crossing his arms across his chest, Alex’s confident demeanor never left for a second. ”Don’t worry about the undead. I’ve got them handled.”

45 Enemies Killed

Remaining Reiatsu: 3,400 / 3,000
+800 Reiatsu
-100 for Form Property
-150 for Firing Property
-150 for x5 Class 5 arrows


Shadow A: 1 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow B: 1 / 3 | Spear
Shadow C: 1 / 3 | Dual Axes
Shadow D: 1 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow E: 1 / 3 | Dual Daggers

[Aia Kristal]

After the exchange of what Aia could only describe as niceties for the Quincy's standards, she look back upon the fortress that they were meant to siege. She thought to herself of the numerous ways to go about this as they traveled to the grand entrance, but Alexander seemed to have a way of short circuiting her thinking as he seemingly went on ahead to not only perform the task at hand, but also make first contact with what seemed like a group with the intent of sieging the keep as well. 

With that, she began to eye some of the members of this group. They all seemed to wear robes, plate armor and the kind of clothing one would find in a LARP session. They all seemed gruff and battle hardened to the point where they would be willing to lay down their lives for what they had set out to do. At least that was the initial impression Aia had gotten from then simply based on the way the presented themselves. Stature could tell stories about a person and these men sure did.

Aia couldn't help, but chuckle as she herself did sense a semblance of Alexanders Reiatsu spring to roaring life. Perhaps he felt the need to show off she thought, but regardless she was captivated by the mesmerizing display of black shades arose from him almost in the manner of summoning. It was quite the interesting concept that Aia had just seen for the first time, having never truly been affiliated with anyone in the group. She couldn't help, but be curious about everyone else's capabilities.

Once again, her thought process was interrupted as she saw the figures suddenly disappear and collide with the undead horde, hacking and slashing through various creatures. Once again, a pure display of slaughter and death ensued as they cut through everything making Aia literally gush with joy. She couldn't wait to take one of these specimens home with her. To rend undead flesh from the soul. It was utterly intoxicating for her. 

The intoxication turned into shock as a cold feeling washed over her upon hearing the voice of the Lich King ring throughout the desolate halls of the fortress. "You now stand upon the hallowed ground of the scourge. The Light won't protect you here, Fullbringer. Nothing will protect you..." This talk of the Light intrigued Aia, but overall made her shudder a little as it began to describe the coming darkness. Then again, this sense of cruelty was music to her ears.

It was then that Alex began to speak and Aia listened rather carefully to him. ”Ah, it feels good to establish a pecking order.” to which she couldn't help, but roll her eyes. While yes, it was impressive, she felt that once again, Alex had to let his superiority complex overtake his judgement and with that, he boasted about this accomplishment. ”Greetings. Hello. We have questions and you, no doubt, have answers. So let’s start with the obvious ones. Who are you? What is this place? Who is this Arthas? And why are you all dressed like you’re larpers?”

The last one in particular made Aia chuckle as she kept listening, but decided to interject. "Well it seems we have disturbed the for lack of a better word..."peanut gallery" in their sieging. Granted I am intrigued by this Arthas character. Able to raise the dead itself. Delightful.." She set her eyes on Fordring and smirked. "Do excuse our...comrade here. He lacks a little bit of tact. Granted, it would be nice to know what your purpose here is. Perhaps we can help each other if our goals align." With that, she just began to wait, preparing for a possible snide comment from Alex.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia looked onto the scene with a cautious gaze.  Letting her body rest against a nearby wall, she scaled the commander's entire body with a scrutinizing stare. Amalia wasn't impressed by him or anything she had seen so far. Alexander managed to obliterate the horde of enemies with relative ease. She couldn't tell whether this was because he was truly that strong or they were genuinely that weak. The ominous aura emanating from this structure led her to believe those opponents were just the appetizers. 

Who are you?

Granted, it would be nice to know what your purpose here is.

"Isn't it obvious?" Amalia said while inspecting a broach she has pinned to her outfit. "He's their fearless leader. Only a leader would deliver such an impassioned speech and make a declaration of war based on fantasies of vengeance." Amalia glanced up at the others before her eyes trailed over to the commander. "Am I wrong?" She said candidly. "And yes, by all means, if our goals align we'll surely be able to agree to some arrangement. That would be the wise choice, wouldn't it?" 

Amalia's dulcet tone was a sharp contrast to her haughty demeanor. She leaned forward and adjusted her posture before approaching the others. She passed by Aia and whispered softly, "Up until they're no longer useful." Amalia placed her fingers on her Quincy cross as it began to glow, her body drawing in vast amounts of reishi. She eyed the cross for a moment, watching as her fingers slid across the smooth surface. "Your identity aside. I'm left wondering why you're here. From where I'm standing, your chances of achieving victory were never really good to begin with. It seems as though you entered this battle prematurely." She said before looking up from her cross with a seductively smug grin.

+800 Quincy cross

[Edward]

His hands were crossed as he looked over at the clock in his office, it was well past the time that they should have deployed at. As the second hand on the clock moved his foot tapped along side it. Today was the mission that they reclaimed a loss Vandenreich outpost, yet in the paperwork there was a discrepancy with the times Amalia had given out. One report stated a time earlier than the other by about five minutes, the second report was given to him by Alex, however he wanted written confirmation from Amalia about the proper time. It was given to Alex as a written message last night, yet here he was waiting well past both times that had been given. With each moment that passed he got more and more impatient with Alex, how hard was it to read instructions and get back to a superior officer?

He let out a sigh as he saw the clock pass by another minute, this was unacceptable. If he wasn’t going to get a proper answer then he would just go at this time. It was past both times so it no longer mattered, however he would make sure to discipline Alex later on about not properly reporting back to him. In full uniform he stepped into the darkness letting it engulf him, wrapping around him. Edward never cared for the feeling of the portal they used, it felt for a moment that he was drowning before emerging from the darkness into an open white battlefield. From where he landed he could see the others already inside the structure.

It didn’t take long for him to walk where the others were already engaged with what looked like fullbringers. Looking over he saw his fellow captain supervisor leaning on a wall letting Alex take on whatever was coming with glee. “Apologies Paiva for being late, I had given a written memo to someone” Edwards eyes glared over at Alex with anger in them. “To get back to me on the proper time. Yet they never got back to me with it. Would you be so kind as to tell me what has happened in my absence?” Edward did see the other two female quincies yet he didn’t know them personally so he wasn’t in a rush to learn names, at least not with what appeared to be another force here.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Throughout the halls of the Citadel, the sounds of shrieks and hoarse groans could be heard. A set of staircases before the small group of Quincy and large group of Fullbringers could be seen, leading the groups upwards in order to press further into the citadel. As it was, they were only still in the very beginning of the massive building itself. They had a long, long way to go before their journey here came to an end. That being said, it would certainly be made easier through the aid of the group already here, should they stay alive, or be left alive long enough in order to aid the group.

Fordring turned to face Alexander, listening to his questions and preparing to answer them. "My name is Tirion Fordring, Supreme Commander of the Argent Crusade." He motioned with his hands to the surrounding troops around him, a fair deal of them rushing into the fight, with some pulling back in order to have injuries patched this early in. From what could be seen, most of them looked like fairly formidable fighters, dispatching the undead just as easily as Alexander had. They certainly weren't pawns; every soldier was a part of a greater whole in an impactful way. Tirion looked around, and seemed to scoff at the building itself, as though he had ties to the place in a somewhat negative way.

"This place is simply known as the Icecrown Citadel," Tirion continued, "a place of horror, undeath, and unholy forces at work to unravel the very meaning of life itself. This place acts as the home for Arthas Menethil, the current Lich King of these lands. His reign ends today, though! He shall not be left alive, else this world will be turned into nothing more but a playground for undeath. Should you all wish to assist the Argent Crusade in bringing this tyrant down, you will be handsomely rewarded to the best of my capabilities. We'd all very much appreciate the aid." With this, a general cry of approval could be heard from the group of Fullbringers.

Continuing to listen to the group, he smiled toward Amalia. "Perhaps we may have arrived here a bit unprepared, but that is neither here nor there. What matters now is that with the help of you all, we may actually be able to pull through and put this day into history!" He rose the large sword in his hand into the air. It seemed way too large for any normal person to be able to carry, but he seemed to be wielding it near effortlessly. There was no way it was some normal sword. Those with decent Energy Sensory would be able to pick up on something that wasn't quite reiatsu, but felt a lot like it. Perhaps it was some other source of energy that was easily accessible?

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Priscilla simply sighed listening to the man speak. She wasn't particularly fond of everything that had been going on, and was certainly in no rush to get herself killed in here. What would happen should she be turned undead like the rest of these mindless beings? Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't having any of it. Forming her bow in her hands, the Quincy took aim at a singular zombie from across the room, putting an arrow into it. Due to her unique arrows, a trail of visible green spores seemed to streak from her bow into the zombie's skull. She stepped into the trail, and took a deep breath. She'd be ready for this fight, that was for sure.

After a second, she took aim at two more of these zombies, and quickly put more arrows into their skulls. Seemed like headshots were the quickest way to dispatch them. After firing off her arrows, she once again stepped into these spore trails, allowing herself to become infected by her own creation. After all, it was the very basis of her kit; to infect, and be infected. Such was the way of her fighting style, and she'd planned to make good use of it against these enemies. After all, an undead host should be able to perpetually allow her to feed off of those spores, no? As the parasites continued to multiply within her, she simply smirked. She'd need to speed this process up, but there weren't many enemies that were lasting through a single shot.

Eventually she decided to push up with the group of fullbringers, and turned to the rest of her group. "I'm not positive about you all, but this is certainly quite the experience! Think of the possibilities! Imagine if we had this kind of power for the Holy Empire!" She smiled at the thought, a somewhat sadistic side of her beginning to rise. She was more than ready to see what she could do in terms of getting the enemies here to submit to not only her, but the rest of the Vandenreich. The sheer amount of power the empire would have with the aid of undead...

She continued to push forward, putting arrows inside of the heads of every enemy she could see. She had only fired off about ten arrows total before taking a quick moment to take in reiatsu. She placed her hand tightly around her cross, and felt the reiatsu begin to enter. A slight bit of rejuvenation certainly helped. After all, they had no idea what they were going to be up against. Being as prepared as she could was effectively a prerequisite. She took another deep breath, allowing these spores to circulate through her as best as they could.

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{Reiatsu Pool}Reiatsu: 12,000/12,000
-700 for 10 Class 1 Arrows
-100 for Arrow Form Property
+800 for Quincy Cross

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{Release Information}
Spore Count on Priscilla: 50

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<sub>Alexander was rather pleased with himself as he watched the five shadows he had summoned clean house. Ripping and tearing their way through the flesh and bone hordes of whatever these other things were, Alexander's shadows were asserting themselves as the top of the pecking order. It brought a smug smirk to his lips as he watched his minions work while the ladies did the talking. Sucking in a bit more reiatsu through his cross and fragment, Alexander created another five shadows and had them join the fray alongside the other five. One with a large hammer, two more with longswords, one with a battle axe, and the other with another spear. He watched smugly as the next five rushed into combat alongside their arrow brothers, joining the fray and further assisting with pushing back the horde.

He blinked, though, when the entrance chamber suddenly filled with a loud “kaboom”. ”Oh there goes one.” Alexander commented, a tad bit disappointed, when he realized that the explosion had come from one of his arrows “death”. Letting his eyes wander around to get a headcount, he realized the first spear shadow was the one who was taken out. While, sure, his arrows took on the shape of men and wielded weapons, they were still, at the end of the day, arrows. Should they take enough damage they would just simply explode to take out whatever it was that took them out. Which was what happened. His arrow exploded because it was killed causing the giblets of the dead to rain down from above.

So Edward decided to join them after all. Three Captains and two Supervisors. Turning his attention to Amalia, Alexander decided to offer his services. ”Why not let us Captains clear the way for the two of you? Keeping you in tip top shape would be my pleasure.” he commented to the beauty before returning his attention to his shadows. Captain Kranz had joined the battle as well at this point. That just left Captain Kristal to actually do something. So, Alexander decided to assert himself over the other Captains. ”Captain Kristal! Your assistance would be appreciated any day now, please. Pick off any stragglers or anything trying to flank us.” Alexander ordered before turning his attention to Priscilla.

”If it’ll benefit your power, Captain Kranz, feel free to apply whatever your power is to my soldiers. So long as it will not negatively affect their performance.” He suggested before another one of his arrows finally bit the bullet, filling the hall with another Reiatsu Strength equaling explosion. ”I’ve gone and lost count.” he admitted, no longer keeping track of how many of the enemy he had killed.</sub>

Remaining Reiatsu: 3,605 / 3,000
+400 from Quincy Cross and Fragment
-150 for x5 Class 5 Arrows
-45 for upkeep

Shadow A: 2 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow C: 2 / 3 | Dual Axes
Shadow D: 2 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow F: 1 / 3 | Great Hammer
Shadow G: 1 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow H: 1 / 3 | Longsword
Shadow I: 1 / 3 | Battle Axe
Shadow J: 1 / 3 | Spear