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Victoria was tensed up, there was no doubt about that. She remembered this sort of chaos, and the feeling of being trapped. She remembered it all. It was just like back then, just like the fall of her previous Church and Order of Elmine. The Wyvern Riders came from the skies, raining spears on the Holy Guard by surprise. The Bishops were cut down mercilessly before their spells could even be a thought of casting...

The survivors only lived through laying down by their fallen brothers and sisters.

If one thing was certain, the priestess did not want to see that happen, never again. She grabbed her purge tome from the sets of inventory being kept, and she uttered the words for the spell. With it, she sniped a gargoyle that would have otherwise crashed through the window. She was preparing to make another shot with it.

Flying over the blizzard, Fiora's teeth were chattering. "Why didn't I wear my warmer armor, it's freez-z-in-g-g out here!" Suddenly shapes took shape on the horizen, thinking "Why in the world must my sisters travel such distance, can't we all just stay together?" Suddenly Fiora hurtles towards the ground, feeling blood on her arm and seeing an arrow fly by. "WHAT!? Where did those arrows come from, and who fired them..." she thought as she fainted, falling from her Pegasus and towards the ground.

Amelia leaped up where she stood as Victoria whipped open a tome and immediately cast a spell, creating a huge burst of light off in the distance.

"What was that?" she half-shouted, looking to the window. As she saw the dead Gargoyle crash to the snow, Amelia's eyes widened. Formortiis' beasts were coming at Fefga's house. They were coming, and most everyone was busy sleeping, recovering from illness or the battle, or they were taking inventory. Victoria was on the ball, having gotten the spellbook, but what of the others?

"I'm going to check out the door to see how close they are," Amelia told Victoria. "These creatures are weak to your kind of magic, so keep going with the Purge. That was excellent aim, by the way," she told the woman in a hurried breath before running for the door. She had no weapon in her hand, no armor, but she knew where the armory room was, and it would be a quick matter to at least grab a warm jacket and a lance before going back outside if necessary. Amelia grabbed the front door handle and, hoping the snow hadn't piled against the door, threw it open to look outside.

Anna blinked. "Wha-? Who, me?" She waved one hand nervously. "N-no, I'm perfectly fine! Don't waste your time on me!" She tried to walk away, but after a few steps ended up falling on her face again. "Ow! This... this floor must be uneven!"

((lol, when people were talking about spellcasters who gave up their souls for power, I'm surprised Bramimond didn't get mentioned.))

Bramimond went through his own inventory in his mind. "I am in possession of one Flux tome, one Nosferatu tome, one Shine tome, one Fire tome, and the mighty tomes Gespenst and Ereshkigal. I believe that young pantsless shaman has my Apocalypse tome...he may keep it, for now. I also have a Mend staff, and I placed an Elfire tome for Melethia, wherever she is now."

He turned to speak a word to Renault. "I am able to use the Forblaze tome, if it is needed. My mastery of Anima magic is far behind that of Archsage Athos, but I can at least use it, if needed."

Bramimond whipped around when the window was shattered, in a state of surprise most unlike him. "They are following us, even here...? That was a fantastic shot, Victoria." Bramimond turned to Tibarn, who seemed to be some sort of impromptu leader here. "My lord, should we send a party outside? There might be some survivors out there....", he half mumbled, half declared, his personality feeding off of Tibarn's aura of competence and confidence.

With another pronouncing of the holy verses, Victoria cranked out yet another Purge spell. Even if she had only four more shots left... that would be four more beasts the would have had do deal with if she didn't fire them. "Thanks..." she said to Brammimond and Amelia about their compliments. "I've been practicing..." With that, she unleashed another.

Soren had found parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink to help keep track of what he found in the storage room. He counted off spare vulneraries and elixirs, scratching tick marks into the parchment, using the wall as a surface. Soren also took note of a few curious bands here and there. There were a few blankets that had been discarded in the room, a stack of magic cards (mostly reaper cards by the looks of it), antitoxins, more parchment...

The mage was not certain if there was a treasury within this particular building. While FEF Castle undoubtedly held one, it was occupied by their icy visitor. He sighed quietly to himself, unaware of the monsters surrounding them, his senses cut off by the thick walls of the storage room. Though he heard the cries of demons he assumed they were in some safe distance.