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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 2, 2015 16:27:51 GMT -6
Clarissa stopped in her tracks at the imp cut her off, her hands flaming with yellow light. She glanced over her shoulder at the others who were close by and noticed the ground beginning to frost over. Well, she couldn’t go back, and she couldn’t go forward. She thrust her firsts into the floor. “Iactata fatiscit!” The ground shook and crumbled, much fiercer than before. The floor beneath Clarissa fell into nothing and the witch went down with it into the dark dungeons below. "THAT WAS A MISTAKE, WITCH!!" Zerah shouted, as he eagerly hopped down into the dungeon. "This dungeon was my home for nearly a hundred years. There's no way you're getting out." Zerah peered back up at the group above. "You guys! There's a spiral staircase leading out of the dungeon! That's it's only exit! One or two of you block it off in case Clarissa tries to run!" And with that, Zerah was back on the hunt. The dungeon was incredibly dark, save for a few strands of natural light that seeped through the small windows of the cells. It wasn't enough for any normal person to see. Luckily for Zerah, this wasn't too much of an issue. He relied more on listening and smell in situations like this. He noticed Enoch had joined him in his descent into the hole, which was beneficial to Zerah. The imp had no clue what sort of other powers the witch may possess, and going against her one on one could prove fatal for him, or anyone should he decide to dawn the mask. Zerah sniffed the air like a hound. A scent of cold, dusty brick, dried blood, and mold filled the imps nostrils. Ooooh home sweet home. He thought sarcastically to himself. Zerah stood up from the floor he had been crouched down on and looked to Enoch. "She's definitely in here. She hasn't made her way to the exit yet, so we've got her trapped. We just gotta find where she's hiding." Zerah began to chuckle. "Hide-n-Seek was always my favorite hunting game. What with the royal guards of this palace thinking they could hide from me. Not to mention the king! Oh boy, did he find himself a good hiding spot. But I always find my target." Zerah said in a more serious tone. The stench of sweat made itself slightly present amongst all other smells, and Zerah grinned. He began to move forward in the dungeon, sneaking through the grimy corridor as to not alert Clarissa. He didn't want her running again. All this chasing was getting boring. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 2, 2015 16:38:58 GMT -6
He sighed in relief as he almost seemed to skip to Celty, avoiding making any noise. When he seemed close enough to make out details, he reached out to grab Celty's arm, a look of conviction gracing his face. Osseus's hand wrapped around her, and she turned to him and whispered quickly under her breath "silentium," as quietly as she could. This was a silencing spell to completely cut off the boy's ability to speak ((lasts two Oss posts, approved it with Allie)) so he wouldn't give away her position. She vanished into one of the rooms down the long hall, taking as many turns as she could until stopping in an area covered in old garbs. It looked to be a place of collection from the prisoners, holding other objects of value as well. She pushed herself under the cloth, still holding onto Osseus. She snapped off the bottom of her heels in this moment, cursing as she checked her newly brushed ankle. She landed on it strangely and she doubted she could run very fast even lacking the heels. She turned to the boy, eyes glowing brightly in the darkness. Make a contract with me, she spoke directly into the boy's mind. Whatever you want, its yours. Otherwise I kill you here. She held up a glowing hand towards the boys throat. Her hand was clearly shaking. Even though her voice was strong in Osseus's head, she was clearly terrified and searching for an escape. You can't scream for help, so don't bother.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 2, 2015 17:03:22 GMT -6
Mimisko is lost on what to. She wanted to find a way to save Ooro from Oxy going to bite her. When looked around as quickly, she sees a chocolate bar on a character. This gives Mimisko an idea.
She grabbed the chocolate bar.
"Hey Oxy!"
She holds up the chocolate bar.
"Let go of Ooro at once or you will not get this chocolate bar!"
Mimisko used a bit of the tactic that her mother used. However, she couldn't hold in her sad emotions.
"So please, let go of her!! If you think she was the threat, she is not! She was trying to help you away from Alroth's attack!!! PLEASE UNDERSTAND!!!!"
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Post by Allie on Dec 2, 2015 17:05:53 GMT -6
"GOD DAMN I-" He attempted to speak before realizing his words had no voice to carry them. Pangs of fear struck him as the witch dragged him around, his only means of being saved being dragging his heels across the floor. Granted, the noise was minimal, but it was somewhat audible. However, the noises were halted when Clarissa covered the two with a cloth, almost as a sound buffer.
A voice resonated within his mind, no doubt being the witch. He felt the practice deplorable, since he saw what voices inside one's head could do to a person. He was crazy enough as it was: an extra voice stealing his body would make matters worse.
"What the hell could the witch give him that he didn't have anyways?" He thought. He had friends that liked him, money and power were going to come his way if he continued on this path, and bringing people back from the dead would be plain disrespectful. After considering his options, he craned his head to meet Clarissa's gaze, wearing a face of indifference. Afterwards, he stuck up his middle finger at the witch before stomping on the ground repeatedly to get everyone's attention, keeping his grip on Clarissa to prevent escape. Other objects presented themselves, metal objects that could make noise if bashed against something.
In a way, he hated having to do this, considering how valuable the objects were, but it was the only way to prevent death. He moved his arm out of the cloth and banged a golden chalice on the wall repeatedly, creating a shrill metallic screech whist stomping. If he couldn't speak, there were still other means. He wasn't stupid, and no amount of magic could stop quick thinking.
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Post by norimo on Dec 2, 2015 17:06:14 GMT -6
Ooro gritted her teeth upon the stinging sensation flooding her arm. She hurriedly glanced to notice Oxy had bitten into it, and she knew shaking him off at this point would prove to be difficult. The fire mage from before tried to distract him, but she was unsure of how well that would work in his current state.
...Perhaps it would be better if he did stay focused on her. Surely there must be some way to snap him out of his craze? However, she hadn't known the answer in the slightest. If anything, she needed to stall him until they could find some way to calm him. With his teeth still gnawing at her, she morphed her arm into her claw and used her strength to throw him off. Though after doing so, she immediately caught up to the boy. As she charged toward him, her speed began to build up as her body began to transition once more-
I need to be the closest one. I won't hit back but I can't say the others will do the same! Yet, as her body began to change, Ooro knew the risk she was taking. She was not always reliable in this form, being that she could easily lose herself to the chaos that surrounded them. She wasn't going to attack though, she hadn't even considered it an option. Hopefully, this amount of restraint would be enough to keep her consciousness active.
As she could feel her blood go hot, she tried to call out to Oxy, "Or's going to become a hound now- just like the ones you said you liked..." even though she was unaware that he had been referring to the fearen type. Her body hunched over as she became the beast, and a low snarl emitted from its throat. If she could just bait him long enough, maybe he would tire himself out even if they had failed to soothe him. The beast circled around what used to be the child, growling at all angles. It dashed at the figure, its jaw open as though about to bite, but would quickly jump back at the sign of retaliation. For now, all she could think of to do was buy as much time as possible.
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Post by melty on Dec 2, 2015 17:08:27 GMT -6
Luair saw that Oxy had dodged the attack, but in the aftermath attacked Ooro. Unsure of where to set her focus on, she drew an arrow in the meantime ready to strike when the moment arose. There was a crumbling sound and a hole had appeared; Luair unsure by what caused it, failing to look in time. She was alerted by the hounds, as they inched towards her seeing that she was a sitting duck and prime for the killing. 'Do not think this will be too easy.' The last thing she wanted was for them to follow suit and jump down the hole. If she had to act as bait and put up a fight, she would. Sparks of blue aura emitted from herself and Tveiralmr, the two acting in synchronisation. She struck one with one arrow and snuck past the other two, creating distance to strike again. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 2, 2015 17:17:45 GMT -6
In a way, he hated having to do this, considering how valuable the objects were, but it was the only way to prevent death. He moved his arm out of the cloth and banged a golden chalice on the wall repeatedly, creating a shrill metallic screech whist stomping. If he couldn't speak, there were still other means. He wasn't stupid, and no amount of magic could stop quick thinking. Zerah's ears immediately pricked up at the sound of something metallic banging against the wall not too far from his location. He hadn't noticed the witch take anyone, but that could be just because he had let himself get carried away. Zerah turned to Enoch and smiled, motioning for the two to head that way. Although, there was no way Zerah was waiting for Enoch, and he had already began running down the corridor towards where the noise was most prominent. He ended up amongst that rags the guards used to hand out as clothes for the prisoners. Zerah's face scrunched up a bit, as the room smelled disgusting. All except for one smell. Strangely enough, it smelled like chocolate. Zerah paid this no mind and rushed into the room. Zerah made his way over to the clothing that the noise seemed to be coming from and moved them out of the way, revealing the witch holding a small elven boy. Zerah smiled like a maniac at the two, more directed toward Clarissa. The eyes on his mask began to glow once more, nearly illuminating the whole room. "Ding. Dong. The witch is dead." Zerah began to chant once more. "Thought she could survive if she ran off and hid." Zerah's arms morphed into blades once more. "Ding dong, the witch did well. But now she will spend eternity in hell." |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 2, 2015 17:22:57 GMT -6
In a way, he hated having to do this, considering how valuable the objects were, but it was the only way to prevent death. He moved his arm out of the cloth and banged a golden chalice on the wall repeatedly, creating a shrill metallic screech whist stomping. If he couldn't speak, there were still other means. He wasn't stupid, and no amount of magic could stop quick thinking. Clarissa made an attempt to push him down, trying to restrain his arms and legs. Make a contract, damn it! The first thing that comes to your mind! Anything! Anything! She was biting her lip to keep from screaming and a dribble of purple rolled out of her mouth. He eyes flashed in the darkness. She couldn't switch bodies without a contract. She couldn't guarantee that if this one died she had another place to go to. She could survive in Oxy for a few hours at most, but that wasn't a plan. She'd be bounced out soon after and evaporate into nothing. She had to make this contract. Clarissa shook, holding Osseus in front of her like a shield. Her grip slackened out of nowhere as a look of confusion spread across her features. "What the hell is going on?" The word's left Celty's lips and for a moment her eyes dimmed back to green, before flaring up golden a moment later. "Stay down! Stay down!" |
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Post by not u on Dec 2, 2015 17:32:47 GMT -6
"She's definitely in here. She hasn't made her way to the exit yet, so we've got her trapped. We just gotta find where she's hiding." Zerah began to chuckle. "Hide-n-Seek was always my favorite hunting game. What with the royal guards of this palace thinking they could hide from me. Not to mention the king! Oh boy, did he find himself a good hiding spot. But I always find my target." Zerah said in a more serious tone. Zerah turned to Enoch and smiled, motioning for the two to head that way. Enoch raised an eyebrow as he listened to Zerah, nodding quietly. While he wasn't sure he wanted to delve into the details of what happened to him at this castle, he realized they'd just entered the imp's territory. "Lead the way," Enoch whispered, casting another Haste spell on himself and rushing through the dungeon just a few steps behind the imp. The musty, bloody scent of the prison was starting to make him sick, the air growing thicker and thicker as they finally reached the place where the loud metal clanging was coming from. The priest squinted and examined the cramped room before figuring where he could best position himself. "What the hell is going on?" The word's left Celty's lips and for a moment her eyes dimmed back to green, before flaring up golden a moment later. "Stay down! Stay down!"Enoch froze, walking into the room calmly and holding one of his hands up, speaking slowly and trying to mediate the situation. Zerah looked like he was ready to pounce, and Osseus was right in the line of fire. "Celty, I know you're in there. You need to make this stop so we can figure this situation out. We don't --" He paused and glanced at Zerah. "I don't want to hurt you. Please don't make this more difficult than it already is. Oxy is currently in danger, and I know that's the last thing you want." |
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Post by titee on Dec 2, 2015 18:00:58 GMT -6
Manasa watched as the events whizzed around her, to shaken to pull herself into action. What could she do? She wanted to keep Oxy safe, that was her primary concern, yet he had made himself the primary enemy of the rest of the guild. Manasa looked toward Alroth and Luair, shaking. "STOP!" She screamed. She joined Ooro in her attempted to try and subdue the child without harming him, pulling the silk that her brother had left her off the table and attempting to coddle the child in it. "Oxy, shhhhh... Oxy. Oxy." she repeated his name, hoping it would break him out of his trance. "You're safe."
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 2, 2015 18:10:42 GMT -6
Oxy growled low in his throat at Mimisko as his teeth dug into Ooro. He was thrown off moments later, the two creatures now pacing around each other in a stand off. He screeched again now that his mouth was free and two of the three hound fearen rushed over, one on each side, snarling at Ooro and Manasa. When Manasa got too close, Oxy ordered them to attack and they lunged for her at the same time.
Celty released Osseus, her eyes wide as she started to come to. "Oxy is..." Her head snapped downwards so fast it made an audible noise as her chin hit her chest. "They're going to kill me! I'm not going to die! I'm not going to die in this awful body with these awful sheep!" Celty seemed to thrash two different directions as the two beings fought for control. She let out a scream and hit her head backwards as hard as she could into the wall. It made a loud 'crack' and red blood oozed from her mouth.
"W-Where is...my son..." she managed to say, sitting up again. It seemed she had managed to regain control. "What the hell is happening?"
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 2, 2015 18:24:25 GMT -6
Celty released Osseus, her eyes wide as she started to come to. "Oxy is..." Her head snapped downwards so fast it made an audible noise as her chin hit her chest. "They're going to kill me! I'm not going to die! I'm not going to die in this awful body with these awful sheep!" Celty seemed to thrash two different directions as the two beings fought for control. She let out a scream and hit her head backwards as hard as she could into the wall. It made a loud 'crack' and red blood oozed from her mouth. "W-Where is...my son..." she managed to say, sitting up again. It seemed she had managed to regain control. "What the hell is happening?" Zerah stood and watched as the woman's body contorted as Celty began to gain control once more. She sat up, but Zerah refused to move. He stood over her, still, blade aimed at the woman's throat still. Zerah's face was devoid of all emotion except rage. He had grown sick of this woman, switching back and forth between terrible mother and annoying witch. Zerah lunged his blade forward at the woman's neck. The sound of stone cracking where the blade, landed. Zerah had split his hand to form two blades, like a pair of hedge clippers, on either side of Celty's neck. "I'm so god damn sick of you." He finally spat. "You've put everyone here in danger. The rest of the guild is fighting with the fearen your son summoned upstairs while half of us had to chase your sorry ass down. Not to mention all the attacks you've been throwing our way." Zerah growled at the woman. He could hear the commotion upstairs echoing through the chamber. Hounds barking, people shouting, weapons clashing. All because of this woman. "We either get rid of the witch now, or you get the hell out of the guild when all this is over." The imp didn't move, waiting to see if Osseus or Enoch stopped him. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 2, 2015 19:29:36 GMT -6
The cold ground seemed to scratch at his cheek as he fell from a rather short height. None the less, mild pangs of pain shot through his face as he endured scrape after scrape. He weakly lifted his head to gauge the situation, catching a glimpse of Zerah planning to slice the woman's head off where she stood. As much as he would have enjoyed to see the creepy witch/ shapeshifter pay for being such a nuisance, it would tear the guild apart. He planned to scream out to Zerah to get his opinions across before noticing something once again.
He still couldn't speak. Communicating non verbally was much more difficult, but it could be managed. This was the fate of the guild in his tiny little hands. He tugged on the armor at Zerah's feet, shaking his head no. He re-positioned himself into a sitting position, looking at both Zerah and Enoch as if to say "what is even going on right now?"
He needed all the context he could get if he was going to gauge the situation correctly. Murdering someone in the guild was not on his to-do list, especially if it meant he was going to be alone again.
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Post by Emily on Dec 2, 2015 19:32:45 GMT -6
Zerah stood and watched as the woman's body contorted as Celty began to gain control once more. She sat up, but Zerah refused to move. He stood over her, still, blade aimed at the woman's throat still. Zerah's face was devoid of all emotion except rage. He had grown sick of this woman, switching back and forth between terrible mother and annoying witch. Zerah lunged his blade forward at the woman's neck. The sound of stone cracking where the blade, landed. Zerah had split his hand to form two blades, like a pair of hedge clippers, on either side of Celty's neck. "I'm so god damn sick of you." He finally spat. "You've put everyone here in danger. The rest of the guild is fighting with the fearen your son summoned upstairs while half of us had to chase your sorry ass down. Not to mention all the attacks you've been throwing our way." Zerah growled at the woman. He could hear the commotion upstairs echoing through the chamber. Hounds barking, people shouting, weapons clashing. All because of this woman. "We either get rid of the witch now, or you get the hell out of the guild when all this is over." The imp didn't move, waiting to see if Osseus or Enoch stopped him. The impact of the earthquake made her stumble backward, but she regained her position after a bit. She'd noticed that after a while of chaos, she had finally returned to her form. At then end of all this, she knew fully that Oxy was a fearen and that Celty really was becoming a danger to the guild. What a great day. She'd noticed Zerah's reaction to this. Extreme, but admittedly not unjustified. "Calm down for now. Hurling threats will not do us any good." She stated. Galystris had agreed withthis though, She was causing quite a bit of danger. "For now, we should hold a meeting or something of the sort of what to make of this." She'd hoped her attempts to calm down the imp would not be in vain. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 2, 2015 20:19:10 GMT -6
Kama nodded and said "I'll block the exit." Fortunately Kama was somewhat familiar with the layout of Tairaga's castle because he infiltrated it multiple times 50 years ago. He wasn't familiar with the dungeon underground but Kama knew exactly which spiral staircase Zerah was talking about. Thanks to the speed boost that Enoch gave him Kama was able to make his way to the dungeon exit in only a matter of seconds. After seeing that Clarissa didn't run out the exit he ran down the stairs to see where she was and used his fire magic to light up the area. Kama then saw Zerah and Galystris from a distance and overheard their conversation.
Kama spoke loudly so that Zerah could hear him and replied "Calm down Zerah! Galystris is right. We don't want to kill Celty if she's innocent and we don't know enough about this witch yet to take action so I'll deal with her later when we have time. You can trap her in place with your goo right? Make sure she stays there, and Galystris make sure to freeze her in place with your ice as well. Make sure she doesn't leave this dungeon at all costs. I want Zerah and Galystris to stand guard and watch Celty, while Enoch and Osseus come upstairs with me. We have to stop Oxy."
Kama then looked over to Celty with a somewhat angry look on his face as he said "Don't you dare move Celty. Don't worry about Oxy. I'll make sure your son stays safe."
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