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[Blade at her side, for the princess was fully aware of the dangers occupying the tomb of her ancestor, Ashe departs the small craft with intent. While years have passed since she last set foot within its walls, Ashe finds herself looking upon the foreboding structure with renewed awe, and a sense of solemnity. It reminds her of her birthright, the country she would, in all likelihood, never see again.

With a steadying breath she makes a beeline for the staircase and way stone beyond, relieved to find her companions waiting. Mjrn was immediately recognisable, the other girl unfamiliar yet welcome. So perilous was the tomb, any extra aid wouldn't go amiss. As she approaches, the stone glows in reaction, permission to enter. For Ashe (and now, her son) are the only ones able to activate the way inside.]

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[As the stone glows, Mjrn glances back. She's eager to go ahead but her practical side knows that it was best to wait until the others catch up. Three is a good start...but from what she's been told of the tomb, they'll need everyone that agreed to this mission.]

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[It wasn't too much longer that Basch arrived. He was dressed very much like he would on Ivalice, before he took on his brother's armor. He was equipped simply, yet effectively. The only things he needed in this battle were his sword and his wits. Raithwall's Tomb presented a slight challenge the last time they had ventured to enter, and he had come prepared once again to face the dangers that awaited inside.]

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Mjrn, are there more to come?

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[While she hadn't been prepared for Blank's company, like Lilisette she finds herself surprised as individuals continue to arrive. Fran is a welcome sight, her sharp eye and skill with a bow doubtlessly valuable given the frustrating number of aerial fiends inside. The nostalgia this place conjures does not distract her, rather it fuels her will to go deep within and achieve their goal.

But then she lifts her head, and the princess' expression contorts into one of pained disbelief. He was here. Yes, she may have spoken of tolerance to the man's brother and Balthier, yet seeing the true kingslayer in person tries Ashelia's emotions, taunts her - did he truly believe she would allow him within the Tomb? A sound akin to a hiss passes through her teeth, even if he now looks far from the armoured monster of her memory.

The one thing which restores reason and objectivity to her mind is the emergence of his twin. She can only believe the suggestion had been Gabranth's, for Basch would surely have consulted her were the idea his own. Ashe recalls his promise; 'trust that I will keep you safe,' and clasps her hands, resigning herself to necessary tolerance for the task ahead. Like it or not, numbers increased their likelihood of success, and she had to prevail. For her son.]

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[Mjrn smiles at Blank and Fran, grateful for their presence. As dangerous as this mission is likely to be, she won't ever take them for granted. As the twins join them, the young Viera noticed the rising tension but does her best to ignore them. This is not the time or place to air grievances; such can wait until after the myrrh has been collected.

Scanning the area one last time, Mjrn is slightly disappointed as she shakes her head at Lilisette.]

I believe this to be all. Let us continue.

[Once inside the tomb, Mjrn peers around, her eyes adjusting quickly to the dim lighting. She does her best to ignore the mustiness that reaches her nose, more interested in another scent. Surely Fran would pick up on it as well.]

The tree...it is not far ahead.

[Wasting no time, she strides forward.]

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You've a companion with you?

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Let's do it. For Pen.

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We should proceed with caution.

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[Staying between Ashe and Noah would be his job. He would preform double duties on their trip into the tomb. He had promised to always protect Ashe, even if it meant protecting her from his own brother.

Walking past Noah, he laid a hand on his brother's shoulder. It was a small signal to relax, to accept what comes their way and to persevere.

He nods his head at Mjrn's words.] If the tree is up ahead, let us hurry.

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[Having waited until Basch completed his approach before moving forward, the princess turns toward the way stone, the ancient device stirring at her presence. The tomb is no easy traverse, Ashe realising that only the Captain and Fran would know exactly what to expect. Undoubtedly the others would realise soon enough.

Mjrn sensing the tree reminds her of the way she herself could hear the Dawn Shard's call, and this heartens the young royal. With one hand, Ashe reaches out, hovering her palm over the radiating stone and glancing around to the others, sparing a pointed look for Gabranth as she waited for all to gather around.]

Very well. Then we enter.

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[ooc: Oops. It's in the Dawn Shard chamber, so I learned just now. So, let's go with that. >.> ]

[Mjrn grips her spear, frowning as she notices Seekers flapping nearby warily. She remembers just enough of her adventure in the Henne Mines to detest such creatures. But as long as they don't come any close, she'll refrain from combat. They can't allow themselves to be distracted by every creature within.

She concentrates on that scent, the one drawing her further inside. It's strong to her senses, but she soon realizes that potency has little to dow with proximity.]

The tree...it is where the Mist is strong.

[She glances to Ashe, Fran and Basch, hoping they would know from past experience what that meant and the most expedient route to take.]

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Aye. This is Celeste, a birthday gift from a dear friend.

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She's adorable, and quite well behaved.

Thank you.

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Strong mist? That usually means strong fiends.

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[Basch's sword is already drawn, and he's taken his spot near the front, near Ashe. He's fallen into old habits once again.]

Then there must be a guardian near the tree. [He hoped that the fight would go a bit more smoothly now that there were more with them.]

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Were there not, such would surprise me.

[Comfortable with the Captain's presence close by, Ashe heads forward, halting before the staircase that would lead them to the Demon Wall below. Directly ahead is another Way Stone, yet it fails to glow as the other had done. They would proceed by foot, then. Fortune favouring, the Wall would be dormant in defeat, just as she and her companions left it last time.]

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[Mjrn stares at the Demon Wall warily, but luck seems to be on their side, at least for the moment. The wall remains unmoving, though only when all are out of its range does the young Viera let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Still, she doesn't relax. Just because they eluded one danger means nothing, not when there's bound to be a guardian to fight.

At least the other creatures within prove to be no great hindrance, not for an experienced and prepared team such as theirs. Mjrn does her part in their defense, when they can't easily elude such monsters, but she sticks to their plan of not picking unnecessary fights.

Upon reaching the final chamber, Mjrn pauses. The myrrh tree is directly ahead, but they are not alone. The Viera glances upward, eyes widening as the Garuda descends. Thinking quickly, Mjrn casts Haste and then jumps, readying her spear.]

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I'm guessing that isn't the welcome party...

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The Garuda... If we work together we can bring it down swiftly.

It is weak against dark elements.

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[If only one of them had access to magic, it might be a bit easier. He did not know the extent of Lilisette's powers, therefore he couldn't make the assumption. Backing up a bit, Basch moved into a defensive stance.

He looked to Noah, eying him for a moment. They needed a strategy.]

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[Ashe stared up at the great avian, mind racing. She grasped at memories of the last time she and her companions fought, and defeated it. Rarely did it swoop down close enough for ground-based physical strikes to succeed, yet its attacks would likely provide those with fewer magicks more opportunity to put blade to fiend.

The princess grasped her sword, eyes closing but a fraction to cast what protectives she was able.]

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