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Post by schribbit on Dec 6, 2015 19:56:30 GMT -6
Fishy?! Manasa shot back, brow pressed. She scratch one of the scales on her cheek, trying to comprehend what was meant by that. Manasa smelt a lock of her hair and then her sleeve. Did she... smell bad? Her face was brightly flushed as she tried to comprehend what Daryn had meant. "I'm... fishy?" She asked, voice wavering. "What do you mean by that?" "O-oh-" Daryn stopped laughing abruptly, seeing Manasa's reaction. "U-um, well, with the, the fish, er, fish-can-y-yam...s?" Daryn once again felt her face burning from embarrassment. Why was she so STUPID when it came to other races?! It was then that she noticed Mimisko's presence not too far behind them. Daryn saw this as a way out of the awkward situation where she had likely insulted the dancer. "Hey kid! Where are you headed? Where's your armor, didn't you find anything?" She said loudly, trying desperately to change the topic. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 6, 2015 20:27:10 GMT -6
As Rezza doubled over in pain, Ooro's eyes grew wide in shock. "R-Rezza!?" She quickly knelt beside him, shuffling her hands on his abdomen as to check for any missed injuries. She didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but she did notice the healer reach for his hand. "H-hey! Don't strain your hand, it'll get worse..." Her hand drew to his forehead and wiped the sweat from his brow before reaching into her rucksack. "Here," she offered him her canteen, and brought it up to his mouth. "Don't grip it, just let your hand be. If you're feeling nauseous, I have something that can help. You say someone needs you? I can carry you and your staff, just tell me who it was." He was much worse than he had let on, though she still wasn't sure exactly why. Had his pain tolerance been so low? Granted, his hand was injured rather badly, but if he left it alone for a bit it'd eventually begin to numb if anything. "Come on, I'll take you," she urged. Grateful for the water now brought to his lips, Rezza began to chug it down in heavy gulps. He let out a loud gasp as he came up for air. Looking up at Ooro he opened his mouth to answer but the name escaped him. Recalling the note in his bag his right hand began reaching for it, stopping just short of the bag as he eyed it warily. His hand balled into a fist as he thought for a moment then dug his hand into it pulling out the paper. Opening it with one hand was a bit awkward. With his blurred eyes the words were completely illegible, quietly he let it fall from his hand. A look of disappointment came over his face as he quietly muttered a response. "I don't know..." 'Ooro, is Rezza well? Are you well, Rezza?' she said, having not noticed her repetition. She would reach for her bag in these cases, alas this was not an option. She would have to do something else. The new voice had cause Rezza to whip his head up. His eyes widened in realization as he saw the vague indication of Luair's presence through his blurred vision. He sat his eyes staring blankly unsure of what he could do. Wishing magic had come as naturally to him as it did to many of the other healers. Lowering his head once more he stared at the floor remembering a time when he had injured both hands in a rather explosive fit twenty-nine years ago. Having only been with the healers for three years at that point he was nowhere near as adept at using his magic as his was now. He only know low level chants and spell and was powerless to even attempt to help himself. It was his mentor Father San who had found him crying in pain and brought him into the room they practiced in. "I will not ask what happened to you, as I am certain you would rather not explain." The man spoke in a gentle tone as he sat Rezza down, and placed his hands out flat on the rather small table in the center of the room. Walking over to the other side he lowered himself down onto the cushion on the ground opposite Rezza. "I do believe you should be more careful with these outbursts, however." He placed his left hand just a few inches over both of the boys hands, and brought his right in front of his mouth, the tip of his thumb touching the tip of his nose. Rezza stared down in awe as the man's chanting caused both of their hands to glow a dull green. Slamming his hand down at the conclusion of his performance San let out a loud laugh. "What do you think? A rather cool feat, huh?" He placed his hand on top of Rezza's head, chuckling as he got off the ground. "Of course the part with the hands is just for show, but sometimes people will not believe these things worked properly without seeing some sort of effect. As if their ailments healing was not enough."
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 6, 2015 20:32:14 GMT -6
"Oh! I got the armor! Let me show you." Mimisko took the armor out of her magical bag and puts it on. "So what do you think?"  ((To simply put it: Mimisko's armor is like modest wear. It's like inspire by Saber from Fate/Stay Night. And the metal is golden)) |
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Post by titee on Dec 6, 2015 20:49:27 GMT -6
"O-oh-" Daryn stopped laughing abruptly, seeing Manasa's reaction. "U-um, well, with the, the fish, er, fish-can-y-yam...s?" Daryn once again felt her face burning from embarrassment. Why was she so STUPID when it came to other races?! It was then that she noticed Mimisko's presence not too far behind them. Daryn saw this as a way out of the awkward situation where she had likely insulted the dancer. "Hey kid! Where are you headed? Where's your armor, didn't you find anything?" She said loudly, trying desperately to change the topic. Manasa's expression changed from concern, to confusion, to amusement at Daryn's troubled pronunciation of her race's name. She giggled, about to explain to Daryn her mistake but then the conversation was changed to Mimisko's new armor, interrupting her. Manasa blinked, taking in the shimmer of the golden armor, a bit jealous. She always had an affinity to the metal, all vishkanyans did, though Manasa couldn't help but adore it in all of it's forms, whether it be frivolous jewelry or the armor before her. "Very nice!" Manasa said, giving a small clap. "You are protected!" Manasa then turned back towards Daryn, wanting to ease out any confusion left from the previous conversation. "My people are not fish, though we do have scales. We are vishkanyan. Vish-kan-yan. It's no fault of yours that you have not heard of use, we are very rare around this part of the world. You can... think of use as golden snake people... with horrible attitude problems." |
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Post by Allie on Dec 6, 2015 21:06:21 GMT -6
"W-well!" He stuttered, his face flushing a mahogany as he tried to dismiss Zerah's notions. Denying would only escalate the situation anyway, so he made a low groan, clearly embarrassed, and let the little imp go his separate way.
Zerah did bring up a thought that hadn't been crossing his mind: Luair's condition. He waltzed into the castle, looking for signs of the little elven girl to check up on her condition. It didn't take long before the sight of three people gathered in a hallway caught his attention, one of them being Luair. Granted, he didn't have a clear vision of the events, so he assumed she was thanking him for healing her. It was more a hope, really: he wanted to trust Rezza, even if he acted cowardly for the most part. If the little man let her wallow in pain without his knowledge...
He brushed those thoughts from his mind, inching closer to the events to get a better scope of the situation.
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Post by schribbit on Dec 6, 2015 21:13:18 GMT -6
Manasa blinked, taking in the shimmer of the golden armor, a bit jealous. She always had an affinity to the metal, all vishkanyans did, though Manasa couldn't help but adore it in all of it's forms, whether it be frivolous jewelry or the armor before her. "Very nice!" Manasa said, giving a small clap. "You are protected!" Daryn joined Manasa's clapping, though she clapped louder and longer from excitement. The lingering thought however was on Mimisko's bag. How the hell did all that fit in there?!Daryn soon found herself listening about Manasa's race. She repeated the name in her head but it still only came out to fish-canyons. She nodded her head in a jerky fashion when Manasa finished her speech, but was barely listening at that point because she was still stuck on the pronunciation. She acted like she understood, though. "Wellp, guys, it's been fun but I'm worn out. I'll be looking for some sleeping quarters now. See you in the morning!" She said as she began to walk in the opposite direction that Manasa had been heading. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 6, 2015 21:26:06 GMT -6
"Altheron you need to put your damn clothes," he muttered with urgency, trying to rush the shaman into the room before glancing down the hallway, hoping and praying that nobody else happened upon the display. " Huh?" he said, confused by Enoch's sudden outburst. He looked down at his clothes. The white fabric had still been completely drenched and continued to steadily trickle water wherever he stood. The dryer half of the supplies weren't too far along from getting dampened as well. His book, while hanging away from his clothes, still ran the risk of getting ruined by the long, soaked locks of hair that ran down his body. Staring at this in particular, and then shifting his attention back to the vest and its many partners, Altheron's eye shot up to meet Enoch's still-distressed ones. "Ah, but I cannot! I am still so.... wet." he shouted, apparently unaware of any attention he may have grabbed with these words. "I could not possib- whoa!" Enoch's eyes widened in dismay once he saw the toddler standing and staring at the end of the hallway, moving to grab Altheron's arm and pull him into the room to get dressed before anyone else could catch a glimpse of the rather naked shaman. The nude shaman's explanation had been untimely shortened as the elf pulled him into the new room which, when he looked at it again, wasn't all too new at all. It looked very much like the one he recently left, with the strange large water holder serving as its main feature as well as its clean, glossy floors- which were now even glossier with his presence. This proved to be rather.... inconvenient for Altheron, to say the least, as the combination of the slippery floors plus the force Enoch had used to drag him caused the man to slip and fall on his side, a short, high-pitched shriek erupting from his mouth before he made impact. Surprisingly, his grip on his things hadn't weakened, so he was able to sit back up without messing up his new outfit or his book (or the note that still lied within the pack). Shaking off the effects of the accident, he turned back to his friend, a look of worry now covering his face. "Wh- what did you do that for......" he mumbled weakly before pausing in shock as he observed Enoch's attire a bit more. He had never imagined the elf would look so great in red. Altheron giggled as he scanned Enoch's new outfit. "Red looks nice on you, haha!" he chimed as his eyes lingered onto the mage's face, bursting in laughter as he pointed a finger at Enoch. " And it matches your face, too!" |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 22:25:49 GMT -6
"Wellp, guys, it's been fun but I'm worn out. I'll be looking for some sleeping quarters now. See you in the morning!" She said as she began to walk in the opposite direction that Manasa had been heading. It took a few moments before Oxy could gather himself again, and my that time a newly-armored woman was walking past him. He was still at a loss for what to do with himself and decided to follow her, keeping his hood over his features as much are he could. "Dary!" He shouted to her, running a bit to keep up. He pointed at her new armor with questioning gaze. He still felt embarrassed to speak to others after everything that had happened, but he was doing his best. "Ah...where'd you get that?" He managed. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 6, 2015 22:34:44 GMT -6
He was still at a loss for what to do with himself and decided to follow her, keeping his hood over his features as much are he could. "Dary!" He shouted to her, running a bit to keep up. He pointed at her new armor with questioning gaze. He still felt embarrassed to speak to others after everything that had happened, but he was doing his best. "Ah...where'd you get that?" He managed. With an embarrassing scene now behind her, Daryn was attempting to power-walk away from interaction so that she could forget the whole ordeal with her freaking out over armor and mispronouncing Fishcanyan. Her walk was interrupted when she heard the little boy's voice call out her name. She flinched, stopped in her tracks and looked back at him. She really hadn't been paying any attention and his outburst surprised her. "Oh," she said, trying to appear normal, "The armor? Just over there." She said, pointing in the direction of the door that by now was quite far away. "W-where's your mommy?" She said, not seeing anyone else around the boy. She walked up to him and kneeled to get to his eye level, though not reaching out to pat his shoulder like she might have done with another child. "Shouldn't you be with Mommy?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 22:38:40 GMT -6
"W-where's your mommy?" She said, not seeing anyone else around the boy. She walked up to him and kneeled to get to his eye level, though not reaching out to pat his shoulder like she might have done with another child. "Shouldn't you be with Mommy?" He shook his head sadly. "Not right now." Was all he said. He glanced around at the other rooms and then gestured down at his body. "Clothes!" He stated, hoping his meaning was clear. |
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Post by titee on Dec 6, 2015 22:59:10 GMT -6
Manasa nodded and waved towards Daryn as she left and then turned her attention towards Mimisko. "Well, I have matters I need to attend to." she smiled. "Thank you for spending time with us, Mimisko." Manasa exited the hall and sought out the library once more. Lighting several candles so that she could see, she set to work emptying the contents of Rylan's pockets and gathering books in the library that could be used to help identify what they were. As she did so she came across a small journal that she had previously overlooked. Manasa ran her fingers over the leather cover before flipping it's pages open, hoping it would help her discern what Rylan had left behind. Entry 1:
Today I became a priest at the local church. Father Eltriss seems very excited about this,
he has been pushing for me to be a part of the church ever since I was a young boy.
This is a great day.
Manasa slammed the book shut, cheeks flushed. This was Rylan's personal diary! She had no right to be rooting around in there! But... despite how close the two had gotten, Rylan was still such a enigma to Manasa. She cracked to journal open, before shutting it again, and then opening it... no! Manasa shoved the journal away from her. These were Rylan's private thoughts, she should respect them. Manasa turn her attention back towards identifying the potions from his pockets. she slowly discovered what each one was based on texture, smell and color and then labeled it. As she did so she came across a small vial of odd, black sludge. Curious, Manasa set to trying to figure out what kind of potion it could be. It was no use. Manasa scoured each book front to back to try and figure out just what the sludge could possible be but not a single one mentioned it. She then decided to take matters into her own hands, pouring a bit onto a leaf to see what sort of reaction it would create only for it to sit there in a pool of it's own oil. She hissed, frustrated and impatient with the potion. Manasa then brought the leaf close to eye level, watching it intently. The next thing she knew she had swallowed it, the jelly like sludge sliding down the back of her throat and into her stomach. Manasa began to panic. She did not know why she did it or had any clue of what would happen to her next. She gathered the sludge and a few of the books she had, including Rylan's journal, and rushed out the door. She needed water. As Manasa hurried down the hall she began to become consumed by an uncontrollable heat, her blood boiling. She felt as if her entire body underneath her skin was writhing, as if rejecting something very very wrong which had entered it. Manasa's hurried steps turned into a hobble as her mouth dried, her legs shook from her very own weight. Finally, just outside the kitchen she collapsed. The vial shattered on the ground, spreading black sludge across the hall as books scattered about. Manasa attempted to pushed herself up onto her arms, tears streams from her eyes. She was dying. She was in so much pain that could only be what was happening. She gave a violent cough, blood splattering on the flood beneath her. It was... tarnished. A disgusting mix of gold and the black tar. Manana's eyes fluttered closed as her arms gave in, her body slamming against the floor as she passed out from the sheer pain. Rylan's journal had landed open, an arm's length away from her, reveling in full the passages within it: Enty 1:
Today I became a priest at the local church. Father Eltriss seems very excited about this,
he has been pushing for me to be a part of the church ever since I was a young boy.
This is a great day.
Entry 2:
Trouble in the church. It appears I'll need to cover my ears from now on. People are mistaking me for an elf.
Seems some of the hate spread by King Tairaga still hasn't died down. Oh well, the situation was handled.
Entry 3:
I visited my old orphanage today. I met a small boy sitting alone on the steps.
An elf boy named Beck was sitting alone on the steps. I asked him why he seemed so sad, to which he told me the
other kids wouldn't play with him because of his ears. I showed him my own ears, saying I had the same issue
as a child. This cheered him up. I sat and talked with him for a while afterwards.
I'll need to visit that place more often.
Entry 4:
I saw Beck at one of my sermons. He seems truly interested in the Gods, especially Archex.
He wouldn't stop asking me questions about him. It was really quite amusing. I promised I'd tell him all that
I knew tomorrow. The look in his eyes, the pure wonder. It warmed my heart.
Entry 5:
Today was the end of the world....the sky was a blood red. Beasts appeared seemingly out of nowhere, attacking and
devouring a large portion of my village. Father Eltriss said he wishes to speak to me. I've never been more
terrified in my life. Should someone find this, be careful out there.
And for the love of the Gods, get as far away from here as possible.
Entry 6:
The unspeakable things that have gone on in just two days.....oh the horrors I've partaken in....no man should
ever have to go through what I have.....I have permanent markings etched into my skin, a result of the Gods'
blood being poured onto me, burning and contorting my skin. The pain was unbearable. Eltriss said it was a
necessary means to an end. That I will partake in the grand scheme of all of this.
He told me a man named Valdus has arrived in town, and I am to go with him.
Entry 7:
The children......their blood is on my hands.....It was out of mercy, I told myself....if the fearen had gotten
to these children before I had, they'd be much worse off....I can still see the horrified looks on their faces.....
And Beck...Oh dear Yakoshi, that poor child... "Hey Rylan, I....I'm really scared of those fearen...I don't want
them to hurt me..." Those were the last words Beck said to me....I can't stop crying....I couldn't do it again....
If I were ever to relive this day, it'd surely be the death of me...
I truly hope they can forgive me in death...I know I will never forgive myself for the atrocities I've committed
today....Everyone.....Beck.....I'm so sorry.....I'm so so sorry....
Entry 8:
Valdus left town before I had a chance to meet him. I will be leaving soon as well....
most of the town folks are dead anyways..
Entry 9:
A warrior by the name of Kama is looking for a guild. A group called the
'Shadow Slayers.' I will be joining them shortly.
Entry 10:
It's been nearly 2 weeks since I joined the Shadow Slayers, and boy has it been a ride... I've made quite a few
friends. Mimisko, Gremlon, Kama. And Manasa....boy is she something else...I've never met someone like her. She is
truly a delight to be around.
And then there's Oxy. He...reminds me of Beck so much...his absolute wonderment at even the smallest things like
a colorful rock or the way I mix potions. It's started to fill a hole I had torn open nearly two years ago. I see
him, and I feel awful. All the terrible things that I've done in the past. They all come rushing back to me in a
wave of misery. Enoch shoots me the occasional glare still and Celty clearly isn't fond of me either. I think I'll
use this travel session to try and mend the bridges I had burned between us.
We leave tomorrow. Funny....Tomorrow would be Becks 12th birthday.... |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 6, 2015 23:22:26 GMT -6
He shook his head sadly. "Not right now." Was all he said. He glanced around at the other rooms and then gestured down at his body. "Clothes!" He stated, hoping his meaning was clear. Daryn was confused, but figured Oxy meant something about the witch. Daryn still didn't understand what was going on there, but seeing Oxy's sad look reminded her of the innocence that she'd known before the entire witch fiasco. The next words' meanings dawned on her soon after. "Oh, you want some clothes too? Come on then, I'm heading to a place where I'm sure there will be something to wear." She said, though she didn't know if there would be something small enough for him. She stood back up from her kneeling stance and motioned forward down the hall to her destination. "Well sir, shall we go?" Daryn didn't want to leave the child out of sight since it seemed no one else was around to do so. She'd feel a little paranoid if he was off on his own without any sort of supervision, though logically if no one touched him he'd be fine. Just the thought of leaving him alone didn't seem like a good decision. |
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Post by norimo on Dec 7, 2015 0:03:01 GMT -6
The healer had scrambled for a note in his bag, struggling to unfold the parchment with the use of a single hand. He squinted at the paper, yet shakily claimed he hadn't known who needed him. Ooro tilted her head as she narrow her eyes to read the paper, seeing that it was a note from Osseus requesting help for Luair.
Ooro had been distracted by the priest's frail state that she hadn't noticed the feeble archer stumble her way over to the pair. She shook her head, "He isn't feeling well, and by the looks of it you are having trouble as well..." She eyed the elven girl, noticing the wobble in her step, "I appreciate the offer Luair, but your health is just as important as his." With that, her attention shifted back to Rezza, "What can I do to help you?" her arms outstretched, "I can still carry you, if you need it." While Ooro planned to find Rezza's staff, or at least get him to a place so he could rest, she still needed help with Luair. She wasn't exactly in healthy condition either, and she didn't want her walking...
Just as she thought this, she noticed a familiar figure approaching the group, and sighed with relief. "Osseus! Would you mind giving me a hand? I... could use an extra pair," a nervous chuckle escaped her. "These two aren't feeling well, I would like you to carry Luair if needed- or Rezza if that's easier on you." She shrugged, they both were rather small to her, but it could be quite the difference for Osseus.
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Post by otakrap on Dec 7, 2015 0:36:10 GMT -6
It seemed like everybody else was at the castle. Gremlon finally finished collecting materials when he realized this.
After assorting Vastebon's and Necrosis' skulls that were attached, to a ball formed by two fearen shells, by tick fearen tails on both sides of the coliseum, he then took the remains of the rest of the fearen that remained in the battlefield and started controlling them.
Gremlon took a rubber ball and hit it at a fearen body with his hip.
The fearen body hit the ball back.
"Ha! I'm getting better at necromancy!"
It was only a few moments later when Gremlon decided to start playing sports with the fearen bodies that he controlled.
Gremlon appeared to be on the losing team.
A small sting fearen then interrupted his game, with a blue cape on its head. Gremlon let out a sigh.
"...I didn't really want to be reminded, but I guess that really was in the back of my mind... I could still use this though." Gremlon said to the sting fearen.
Gremlon took off his current cape.
"Just like... what was her name again... Manasa. right." Gremlon was said while grabbing out an octopus fearen's leg. Gremlon continued, "Yeah, just like she was doing." his bones then weaved the octopus fearen's leg through the two capes. "I wonder if humans do this sort of thing" Gremlon said carefully while sewing the two pieces together. Gremlon's concentration led to the fearen in the coliseum collapsing, "I completely forgot how I wanted to be like them."
Gremlon finshed, "All done. Huh, it's not all bad! It's just kind of bad!" He then put on his new, half red/half blue cape.
"Heh... with that settled. I can get back to training" Gremlon then lifted the fearen with his necromancy again.
He played more sports.
Gremlon was still losing.
((I'll be busy until after Wednesday so I'd recommend to save any potential interactions (if any) with Gremlon until after that day))
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 7, 2015 0:38:25 GMT -6
Ooro had been distracted by the priest's frail state that she hadn't noticed the feeble archer stumble her way over to the pair. She shook her head, "He isn't feeling well, and by the looks of it you are having trouble as well..." She eyed the elven girl, noticing the wobble in her step, "I appreciate the offer Luair, but your health is just as important as his." With that, her attention shifted back to Rezza, "What can I do to help you?" her arms outstretched, "I can still carry you, if you need it." While Ooro planned to find Rezza's staff, or at least get him to a place so he could rest, she still needed help with Luair. She wasn't exactly in healthy condition either, and she didn't want her walking... Rezza lifted his usable hand up, rubbing at his eyes with the back of it. Everything was going wrong. Every time things seemed to be going well, every single time, he found a way to ruin it all. He resented the way those in his old home town had treated him, but he knew he was no better. "I'm- I-" He slowly reached out his hand tightening around his staff once more, and slipped through the string of colorful beads. His voice was quiet as he attempted to stammer out some sort of response. He wanted to say it was fine. To just walk off and continue his job as he should. He wanted to be able to get back up, no matter what, and come back just as strong as he was before. Unfortunately no words took shape. He let his right hand fall to the ground, mirroring his left, and dropped his head in defeat. "I'm sorry." For once he wished he didn't have his hot temper. That he wasn't such a burden. But he wasn't as strong as he thought he was. "I've failed to perform my duties correctly." |
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