Name: Family Reunion Rank: A Type: Good Participants:
Summary: Running into a rather surprising figure in the form of Sofia's Uncle Nick, they learn that the demons are part of a full on invasion attempt on the South seas. Ever adventurous, Uncle Nick had stuck around when he heard of the turmoil, however, he knows next to nothing about demons and demon hunting, so he's been biding his time and learning more before making a move, trying to shelter and shield the locals. The big trade hub has an unusually high concentration of daemon marauders , prompting Alisa and Sofia to put their power to good use to challenge the demons who strut around like they own the place, untouchable for most humans. However, they're not too keen to talk, and even those that do seem to know awfully little, though they mention a Demon Lord and a lengthy ritual that's been going on for a while, to summon something massive. A demon god? Others:
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Something's not right on this island...
Alisa had a bad feeling even before they got close enough to see it as mere outlines through the storm, with the dim, dark glow of lighting peering through the mist. The whole time she stood at the prow of the ship, brow furrowed, her dark hair whipping about behind her with every furious gale. She sensed it long before she and Sofia finally sat foot on the island, and now that they were finally here, her wariness had only grown as she pulled her coat a bit further over her leathery armor, keeping her sword behind her back as they strolled across the streets:
"...I... Can't even imagine just how long they've been here already...", Alisa mused along to her lover, a serious, no nonsense look on her face as that palpable shiver shot down her spine, "Can you feel it...?"
She hadn't felt demonic mana of this density since her time in the abyss, and the memories of her time there left her visibly on edge, looking left and right... Alisa hardly remained that long in the abyss, but the eye opening time spent there felt like an eternity where even the most deserted of locations could be sprawling with demons lying in ambush, ready to ambush unsuspecting passerbys. Her left eye a permanent shade of white, not for a second disabling her all seeing abilities, keeping an eye on her surroundings:
"Feels as though Daemons outnumber all other races by a far margin..."
With that ominuous aura a perpetual presence around the island, like a miasma she couldn't help but breathe in, Alisa couldn't help but keep close to her beloved, their shoulders all but brushing together as she watched her like a hawk. Feels like she'd need little more than the scantest motivation to draw her sword and cut loose, if they had the same kind of chance encounters they did on the last island. Surrounded by demons and those tainted by their obscuras, the huntress wouldn't tolerate any hopeful interlopers before showing them the cold steel of her blade.