Anna
Abstral's face briefly darkened as both of his companions shot his plan down, Taash barely even regarding him, though they did make good points, he supposed, the bandit especially,

He peered at the massive wall they were now approaching and listened as Taash filled them in more about the major adversaries they would face.

This Tokko would be easiest to convince, hating Tvoktei but being a fair and just person all the same, which Abstral could respect.

Reuk could be a dangerous enemy to both parties due to her need for vengeance and volatile nature.

And finally this Eo would seemingly be the most loyal of the trio to Tvoktei and the hardest to convince, even Taash seemingly knew vary little about her.

How wonderful.

Abstral was snapped out of his thoughts by nearly colliding with Taash as they finally made it to the Great Wall. His brow furrowed, it seemed there was no way beyond this wall, unless they could fl-

As quickly as he thought that, Taash made her move, taking the energy field around them into her hand and seemingly to be about to do some kind of spell, ordering them to stand against the imposing wall and warning them of the pain that whatever she was about to do would bring.

Abstral spoke very quickly and pointedly. 

```"Dangerous volatile foes that we may not even manage to sway to our side and strange magic. This is indeed nothing out of the ordinary for me."``` He muttered sarcastically, mostly to himself, though the others likely could hear him.

He stood against the wall as ordered, waiting for Kuouo to do the same so that Taash could get them past this wall, however she intended to do so.
Kathryn
Kuouo would have no issues keeping up with Taash, relieved that Abstral could do the same as to not inhibit their progression through the snowfield. While he did not know the exact drawback of the arcane darkness that enshrouded the trio, he could sense that it prevented Taash from using her full potential in speed — that, or the armor was a lot heavier than it appeared, but he doubted such. However, just as promised, the tenebrous led them through the snowfield without as much as a glaring set of eyes weighing on their shoulders. It left the bandit impressed and thankful, as it even allowed Taash a moment to further elaborate on the enemies — No. The bandit shook his head, Ochre's words reminding him that while they may face threats and possible antagonism, — yes, even the 'monster' that seemingly shook even the likes of Taash — they were not the true enemies. The bandit raised an ear, listening closely to Taash's introverted-like blunt explanations as they quickly approached the wall...

First was Tokko, duly noted by the bandit as the Princess of Commons. She too, most likely shared a burning determination with Ochre to overthrow the Sovereign. With a 'distaste for nobility', Kuo noted that she and the disheveled goat might strike a similar chord.

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"Sounds easy t' talk t' her. If she's got the same ideology as Ochre an' the rest of us, then rationalizin' this offer with 'er was justa long time comin'. I think I'll talk t' her first about it."```

Second was vengeful Reuk, the Waning Gibbous. Described by Taash as a volatile person, and one that must be spoken to with reverence. Although she may harbor a burning anger towards Tvoktei as well, they had to walk on eggshells when speaking to her, lest they wanted to experience her lunar blessing firsthand. Upon hearing the fact she could manipulate death itself, the bandit could be heard gulping just the slightest. Not the greatest cards to be dealing with, that one.

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"Ehrm, say Abstral, yer pretty good with words, right? Y'sound kinda posh and blend right in. I think you'd be best t' speak with Reuk. I'd hate t' say somethin' informal and instantly turn int' dust, daheheh, heh..."```

Lastly was Eo, the Third Quarter and High Priestess of the Sanctum, reverential of Tvoktei and just an all-around wildcard. There was not much to go off of, no explanation of her blessing nor personality barring her obsession with the Colorless Sovereign.

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"I guess we'd jus' have t' wait and see what talkin' to her would entail, though if she's obsessed with the dude, then yeah, that might an issue when she hears us... Explainin' mutiny an' all. Whatever the case may be, it's important that she doesn't spread word to Tvoktei, so be prepared for a fight."```

Indeed, while Taash's explanation wasn't all too vivid, it'd serve greatly to lay the bandit's groundwork for moving forward, allowing him to think more on it before finally approaching **The Great Wall.**

. . .

Standing well-over the height of the Great Wall of the now Decimated China, the bandit couldn't help but stare upwards slightly in awe. Well-constructed and tall in length, the bandit couldn't possibly figure out a way of penetrating its defense without garnering attention to himself — and that's just without the others in tow. The darkness suddenly shrunk back into Taash's palm before ordering the two to stand against the wall, warning that whatever manner of getting in she had in mind *Will* Hurt. Unafraid of the physical consequences this would inflict on them, Kuouo stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Abstral, awaiting whatever magic Taash planned to cast upon them.

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"Lay it on us, Taash."```
Kenneth
Taash hardly gave a visible response to the two's individual responses toward her explanations, but such a lack of visible reaction could probably be attributed to the fact that they couldn't openly see her face. While her eyes subtly reflected the faint light of the eternal Full Moon overhead, and while she clearly stared at the two, it was truly hard to gauge the knight's demeanor — it wasn't just hard to see her face, it was also hard to get a read on her, in general. Perhaps it was due to her time in proximity around the ever-stoic Ochre, or perhaps it was simply due to her own history as a knight, but Taash only rarely seemed to wear her emotions on her visage. 

Peculiar, but she didn't mind if people thought of her as strange, or socially distant.
As she took a cold breath in, she could only think of one thing she really cared about, anyway—
***Freedom.***

*`"..."`*
*`"It's not going to be pleasant."`*

The knight again warned, yet found it to, nonetheless, be a necessity to proceed with whatever sort of painful spell she had prepared to get them beyond the great wall. Her eyes squinted, and, with the dread of anticipation in her approach's wake, she rather intimidatingly stepped forward, toward Abstral first — who she assumed would have the less dramatic of reactions as she went forward with the process — extending her tenebrous-clutched left arm toward the man stood opposite her. 

Her gloved left hand slowly, and without harmful intent extended up and toward the outsider's face, before pressing against it, softly pushing his head against the wall. The blackness of the dark, miraculous energy that crept forth from her hand enveloped his head and blackened his sight, and the spot which she had earlier prepared too was consumed by the amorphous darkness of the Waning Crescent's blessing. 
_ _

Now it seemed as though Abstral and the small portion of the wall behind him had both been transmogrified into a sort of insolid, murky mass, either's state shifted by the properties of the manifest blessing. The process initially would feel like no more than Abstral was being lowered into a deep pit of mud, but as he was pushed further and farther into the depths of the darkness, it felt as though he was slowly being ***Crushed.***

It wasn't the type of sensation that would cause one to howl out in panic, but neither was it a pleasant experience in the slightest; it was greatly pressuring, and brought forth a type of pain that would make one grimace, while not being so severe as to cause him to scream. The terrible slowness of the process would expound on this unpleasantness, however, and it seemed like he was sinking into the crushing depths of the wall for minutes on end, when truly it had only been a matter of about fifteen seconds before he suddenly emerged on the other side.

As the first of the two had been transported beyond the wall, Taash furled and unfurled her left hand, taking a deep breath in as she, herself, recovered from the magical expenditure requited of her to utilize her shared blessing in such a complicated sort of way. The Waning Crescent's manifest tenebrous was not her own; it was borrowed from Ochre, and to kindle the embered vestiges of such a potent blessing donated unto her was no easy task.
_ _

Pacing ahead of Kuouo, she briefly stared to confirm his readiness, before softly continuing in like manner as to how she put Abstral through the wall. In fifteen seconds, identical to Abstral, and with both great discomfort and as much swiftness as the knight could muster, he, too, would be transported beyond the great wall. Only a short moment of wait would proceed Taash's transporting of Kuouo beyond the wall, and her own manifestation beyond it — hers would take a little more time, however, seeing as none had stayed behind to push her. She would have to manifest all the forward thrust herself, and, as much as it was unpleasant for the other two, all-the-more it would be for Taash, herself.

 The knight could handle this much burden without faltering, however. Steadfastness is a powerful virtue sought by all honorable individuals of her creed.

*`"Let's go."`*

Not a moment of hesitation, and the knight set her sights forward —