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Post by schribbit on Dec 13, 2015 2:06:28 GMT -6
"Well, I did say anything goes. Rylan threw another electric orb towards Daryn, a grin spreading across his face as he fell backwards. Daryn instinctively flinched at the coming attack, but it was stopped by Enoch's barrier either way. When Rylan suddenly vanished through the ground, Daryn instantly looked around her. With the haste spell speeding her actions up, she soon found Rylan behind Enoch, who was currently rolling away from Rylan's attack. Daryn sprinted back toward Rylan, planning to first aim for his chest. She wanted him to believe she was planning on hitting him there, but swing back around and slash the leg he'd lost in life instead. She started her swing, knowing Rylan would no doubt block the hit, giving her more momentum to swing back around to enact her plan. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 13, 2015 2:26:03 GMT -6
The footsteps behind him were obscured by the chaos, and it was Rylan's words the alerted Enoch at the last second of his location. Thanks to the added speed, he dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way, wincing as he felt the static and the close proximity of the electricity. "Fuck you. Fuck. You," he spat hatefully, checking Daryn's barrier before preparing a Slow spell to cast on Rylan. His hands were trembling and his concentration was scattered as he tried to keep an eye on the several sources of mana drain, and he didn't notice a second humanoid fearen beginning to approach. Rylan chuckled at the mage's hateful words. His hands began to glow brighter than ever with electric energy as he felt the priests slow spell begin to take effect. He looked around the area, spotting another humanoid fearen approaching, though he decided against ruining the surprise. "Oh Enoch, what a mouth on you. Aren't you supposed to be a disciple of Archex? Which brings up another question. For someone who's supposed to practice neutrality, you sure didn't hesitate to choose sides with Celty when she showed you the boy was a fearen!" Rylan shouted, hoping the other guild members would hear. "How did your secret keeping work out for you, exactly?" He smirked. Rylan laughed as he saw Daryn making a speedy pace in his direction. "Oh, no banter this time around, Daryn? Got nothing to say to the man you crippled? How rude." With Enoch's haste spell in effect he knew there'd be little chance of him being able to dodge this attack. And considering how 'well' his last attempt to throw an orb at her went, he decided to mix it up. Instead, as the blade neared him, he once again let out a pulse of energy with one hand in an attempt to brush the attack aside, whilst simultaneously swinging his fist towards the warrior's face.
Zerah snarled back at the hound who had been trying to rip into his face. He shoved the beast off of him with one mighty push, and quickly got back on his feet. Zerah threw the axe at the beast, lodging it deep into it's skull. He ran past the body, picking his axe out of it's head on his way, and headed towards a few sting fearen, when a blast of fire was shot in front of him, causing the imp to stop. He turned his head to see a Hydra Fearen had set it's sights on the imp. He had never encountered one before, but given the tales (and scars) Ryker had shared with him about them, they were no joke. Zerah rushed towards the beast, keeping an eye out for an opening in one of it's heads. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 13, 2015 2:36:33 GMT -6
Rylan laughed as he saw Daryn making a speedy pace in his direction. "Oh, no banter this time around, Daryn? Got nothing to say to the man you crippled? How rude." With Enoch's haste spell in effect he knew there'd be little chance of him being able to dodge this attack. And considering how 'well' his last attempt to throw an orb at her went, he decided to mix it up. Instead, as the blade neared him, he once again let out a pulse of energy with one hand in an attempt to brush the attack aside, whilst simultaneously swinging his fist towards the warrior's face. With Daryn hastened and Rylan slowed, Daryn's blade was hit away with Rylan's energy, sending her spinning quickly, the punch too slow to keep up with where her head was. As expected, her attack would be coming even faster at Rylan's right leg, and if the blow hit, it would surely cut through at least half of the limb. She was too focused on fighting Rylan to process his words in her mind, knowing if she let herself think too much that she'd let herself lose focus on hurting the fearen in front of her. |
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Post by not u on Dec 13, 2015 3:27:52 GMT -6
"Oh Enoch, what a mouth on you. Aren't you supposed to be a disciple of Archex? Which brings up another question. For someone who's supposed to practice neutrality, you sure didn't hesitate to choose sides with Celty when she showed you the boy was a fearen!" Rylan shouted, hoping the other guild members would hear. "How did your secret keeping work out for you, exactly?" He smirked. Enoch's knuckles audibly cracked as he wrung his glaive between his hands, the guilt and anger from the previous day starting to wash over him again. Keeping his voice as level as he could, he responded flatly, "That matter stopped concerning you when you died." There was no point to arguing with a fearen. It was wasted air and energy. Before losing his concentration entirely, he cast the Slow spell he had been preparing on Rylan and renewed Daryn's Haste spell, blocking out the fearen's words as best as he could as he focused on buffing his teammate. A hail of earth spikes suddenly fell around Enoch in a circle, the priest letting out a shout as he was taken by surprise by a technique he'd seen long ago. Earth magic?? He desperately wedged himself out from between the cage of spikes, a final, larger spike dropping directly in the middle of the circle the moment he escaped. The priest skittered back a couple of paces on his hands and knees, glancing at Daryn and Rylan before surveying the area for the culprit, which showed itself with another earthen spike that pinned his cape to the ground. "Yo, half-breed!"  An eerily familiar voice rang out above the chaos, sending an icy chill down the priest's spine. It almost didn't register, but something clicked in the deepest reaches of his memory, and the identity of the voice slowly dawned on him. It can't be. A laugh accompanied the voice before Cyrus stopped a couple of feet in front of the priest, glancing over at Rylan before smirking down at Enoch. "If only the priests could see you now. Pitiful. Expecting to take trash and turn it into a faithful follower of Archex?" Taking advantage of Enoch's shock, he landed a kick across his face before readying his hammer. "Sounds like you've been doing a shit job of it, but you can't expect an animal to properly do the job of people after all." That's when the hammer came crashing down, the ground cracking and buckling from the impact. Enoch quickly responded and rolled out of the way, ripping the fabric free from the earth that pinned him. Scrambling to his feet, he gaped at the twisted ghost from his past, voice wavering as the realization hit him. "You're Cyrus..." |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 13, 2015 3:31:31 GMT -6
Rezza was silent for the duration of the groups' travel to the temple, tentatively anticipating the scene within it. He had awoke early that morning and tended to his wounds as well as meditated before they departed, believing that it very well could be the last time he got to see that place. The guild was led by Kama underground to a golden room, the sheer opulence was enough to make the healer's eyes sore. Staying back close to the entrance he silently removed his belt and staff, placing them gently on the floor as Kama addressed Valdus. Rezza honestly had no interest in what either side had to say, but of course found the "chosen one's" reason to be rather laughable.  'How completely moronic.' The man watched the fearen come forth in silence. Behind all the others he hoped that the fearen would filter through them without a chance to reach him. 'Doing all this because he believes he can really become a god. How selfish.' As he observed the battle a strange scuttling sound caught in his ear, almost sounding like footsteps, but unreasonably fast. Before he could really think about it an old voice yelled out from somewhere behind him, the words it carried snapping him away from the situation. "Rezza Flore!?" His head began whipping from side to side, eyes wide with a very readable fear, as he choked out a response. "N-noo.." Shakily his answer croaked out of his throat, the tune of his voice raising as it trailed off. Rezza didn't know who it was or how they knew his old name, but he couldn't let himself get distracted. Full of doubt, uncertain of whether he'd make it out alive or not, the healer turned his eyes back to the battle; his mind still elsewhere. Caught up in the thought of who it could have been, how they could have know him, all sorts of questions rattling around. He gripped at his collar tightly should anything gain the ability to attack him he had no place to hide and the only escape was rather easy to follow, though he knew he had a way to defend himself. Thinking back to the last battle he only hoped, should the time come, that he would have enough courage to use it. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 13, 2015 3:44:13 GMT -6
With Daryn hastened and Rylan slowed, Daryn's blade was hit away with Rylan's energy, sending her spinning quickly, the punch too slow to keep up with where her head was. As expected, her attack would be coming even faster at Rylan's right leg, and if the blow hit, it would surely cut through at least half of the limb. She was too focused on fighting Rylan to process his words in her mind, knowing if she let herself think too much that she'd let herself lose focus on hurting the fearen in front of her. Rylan was caught off guard by his slowed movements, realizing Enoch had cast another spell to slow him down. His punch missed, and he watched as the woman swung her blade back towards his leg. Not again! Rylan lunged out of the way, at a speed completely unlike his human self, but not before taking a severe gash to the limb Daryn had been aiming for. He backed away as quickly as he could, snarling at the woman. "You bitch. Trying to pull the same shit, I see." One of the priest's hands ignited into shimmering flames as he cauterized the wound as quickly as possible. He continued to face Daryn, although his eyes were locked on Enoch and the humanoid fearen rapidly approaching him. His eyes scanned the battlefield for more nearby fearen, ones he had hoped to use to separate the two guild members. He noticed a hydra fearen attacking some other small guild member and decided that it would work for what he had in mind. A portal opened beneath the hulking beast, whilst the portals exit appeared above the area between Enoch and Daryn. The beast fell through, disoriented with where it was now located. Upon seeing Enoch, however, it wasted no time trying to blast at the priest with a wave of ice magic. Rylan chuckled as he turned his attention back to Daryn. "I guess I should stop toying around with the two of you, yes? I'd love to see how well you fair against me without your precious Enoch holding your hand throughout the entire battle." Rylan's arrogant smirk was now replaced with a face of complete seriousness and rage. He fired a blast of lightning magic towards Daryn, his devious smile now plastered on his face. {Spoiler - Click to View}  Rylan was caught off guard, however, as a familiar voice screamed his name.
Zerah was nearly upon the Hydra fearen when it seemingly fell through the floor. He was confused for a moment, looking around the battlefield for what happened to the creature. As soon as he spotted it seemingly falling between Daryn and Enoch, he noticed Daryn in the middle of combat with a humanoid fearen. Zerah's eyes widened at the sight of who this beast was. The man he had been praying to run into this whole time. The man who damned him for eternity. The imp's blood began to boil and contort within the confines of the metallic arms Nicolas had just recently crafted for him. The blood burst through it's metal prison, the pieces of Nicolas' handiwork now replaced with the bubbling ooze. Zerah wasted no time sprinting back towards the guild, the small cape he had draped on his shoulders tumbling off, leaving the pieces and axe behind, trying to make sure he wasn't mistaking this fearen for that priest. But there was no mistaking it. It was him. The most wretched smile spread across the imp's face, letting his frenzy take complete control of him. "RYLAAAAAAAAN!!!!!" Zerah shouted at the top of his lungs, catching the man's attention. The priest turned to face Zerah, a confident smile spread across his face. "OH! This is quite surprising. The imp not only SURVIVED but is aiding these pitiful warriors? How adorable! I'm surprised thy let a murderous monster into their guild!" Rylan scoffed, his hands igniting into blistering flames. Zerah's mind, however, only registered one word."Monster." Zerah muttered. "Monster. Heheh...heheheh..." The imp burst out into maniacal laughter, the likes of which even surprised Rylan with the amount of insanity the imp seemed to be exhibiting. "I'm so glad that you're here. I've waited two years for this moment. Two. Long. Years. And you know what I've come to realize. IT'S GONNA BE SOOOOOOOOOO WORTH IT!!!" Zerah shouted.
"You made me play the part of a monster for two whole years, you filthy priest. Allow me to show you how good I've gotten at playing that part."
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Post by schribbit on Dec 13, 2015 4:15:56 GMT -6
Rylan was caught off guard by his slowed movements, realizing Enoch had cast another spell to slow him down. His punch missed, and he watched as the woman swung her blade back towards his leg. Not again! Rylan lunged out of the way, at a speed completely unlike his human self, but not before taking a severe gash to the limb Daryn had been aiming for. He backed away as quickly as he could, snarling at the woman. "You bitch. Trying to pull the same shit, I see." "I guess I should stop toying around with the two of you, yes? I'd love to see how well you fair against me without your precious Enoch holding your hand throughout the entire battle." Rylan's arrogant smirk was now replaced with a face of complete seriousness and rage. He fired a blast of lightning magic towards Daryn, his devious smile now plastered on his face. Daryn hadn't been letting Rylan's talk get to her until he mentioned Enoch, and that's when out of no where a beast appeared between them. Daryn yelped in surprise at the arrival and didn't even notice the lightning Rylan sent at her, which ultimately didn't get through the barrier around her. This reminded her of Rylan and when she went to attack him again, she saw he was being approached by Zerah. She looked back at the fearen between herself and her comrade, seeing that it was currently attacking him. She used all her strength to run to the head that was spraying its magic at Enoch and cut the thing's head off. She looked at Enoch, who had previously been in the midst of an attack from another fearen. She looked between the two of them and knew Enoch was battling something in his mind as he was looking at the humanoid fearen. "That's not anyone!" She shouted at him in an attempt to break through his thoughts. "No matter who he looks like, he's not anyone! You-" She was cut off by feeling the force of an attack sent at her back. It had only hit the barrier, but it was enough to catch her attention. It was then that she turned around to see the fearen who she'd previously cut the head off of to have more heads than she remembered. "The hell?!" She said, jumping back up to slash at the necks once again, this time cutting two ice heads and one fire head. It soon grew four more ice heads and two fire heads. "Oh dear Yakoshi what the hell is going on here?!" She said, readying herself to cut the heads off once more. |
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Post by melty on Dec 13, 2015 4:43:35 GMT -6
Luair was handling herself well at first. The smaller fearen proved to be easy to defeat once their weakness were revealed to her in the previous fight. A hound launched itself at her, but she muttered a chant and made her shot. It was accompanied with a gust, pushing the fearen back before the arrow lodged itself in its head, instanly killing it.
'Who dares uses the language of my kind!' boomed a voice, making Luair to lose her concentration. She jerked her head to where she heard the voice and standing there was her father.
'Father!' she cried, resisting the urge to drop her weapons and leap into his arms. But something was off and she remained standing where she was.
'Who are you to take away what little I have and exploit it!'
Could he not recognise her? 'Father it is I, Luair! Your daughter!' She was trembling.
'No you are not. For my daughter has long deceased. You are an impostor and for that you and your fellow allies will die.'
'No, you cannot hurt them father! Without them I would not be here today!'
Her face was stricken with tears and her throat was clogged up but she said, 'I have to keep living Father. I cannot die here. I-'
Her father's face began to distort and his expression changed rapidly. From anger to pain, they all merged in with themselves, until there was no longer a difference.
'If that is the case impostor then you must kill me instead.'
'I will not! We will both live!'
'Fearen destroyed my kingdom. My kind was too weak to fight them off. Now I understand it was inevitable. It was punishment for our wrongdoings. We were destined to not exist and we tried to extend our time here as long as we could.'
'Father that is a lie!' she hissed back, her anger rising. 'Our kingdom was strong. We were strong to uphold our traditions even when our land was taken from us. We were strong to never let our doubts cloud our vision. We all strived to live, because we longed for the day we could return to the surface!'
At this point, it was hard to even speak. Luair was still in shock by her father's appearance, and couldn't fathom what he was saying. It was enough to render her immobile, but she took a step forward.
'If you plan to hurt my friends, I will not let you.' She prepared to make the first shot. Tveiralmr glowed.
'You are truly a wicked impostor. Your death awaits you.' Einnalmr glowed.
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Post by not u on Dec 13, 2015 5:11:44 GMT -6
"More stupid words out of your stupid mouth," Cyrus laughed and shook his head, dragging his hammer back up onto his shoulder, stepping forward menacingly. "Did you miss me?" Enoch backed up a few paces as the man approached, eyes darting across Cyrus's face as he desperately attempted to understand the situation. Why Archex... Why is this happening? Cyrus suddenly paused his pursuit, and Enoch heard Daryn yelp, prompting him to immediately look in her direction. "D-Daryn!?" That's when he saw it. A massive hydra fearen now loomed between the two of them, one of the heads sending an ice blast straight towards him. Immediately he summoned a barrier, the ice magic striking and passing around him, leaving him stupefied for a moment. "That's not anyone!" She shouted at him in an attempt to break through his thoughts. "No matter who he looks like, he's not anyone! You-" Enoch broke from his stupor as he noticed Daryn slicing at the hydra's heads, almost stumbling over his words as he immediately roared, " DARYN! STOP!! DON'T CUT THE HEADS! The eyes are --" Cyrus took this opportunity to take another swing at the distracted man, readying another flurry of earth spikes to shoot from the other direction once he dodged. "Got your hands a little full Enoch?," he laughed, spinning his war hammer before swinging it at him heavily. "Weak back then and weak now, you always were bullshit at fighting." And down came the spikes. Enoch immediately recognized this pattern. It was one of Cyrus's most common sparring tactics. He quickly dodged, leaping in the direction towards the inside of the swing rather than the outside, the magical attack barely clipping past him as the earth spears barraged the ground. The time mage panted softly and regained his footing, glaring up at the earth mage and gripping his glaive. Daryn was right. This wasn't Cyrus. Just as he had proclaimed at the meeting, their loved ones would never ever want to hurt them like this. There should be nothing holding him back. He glanced between the Hydra and Cyrus, positioning himself better to reflect the magical attacks. Just like with Necrosis, but this time far more carefully.
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Post by Evan on Dec 13, 2015 5:57:24 GMT -6
Alroth took off immediately with sword and shield in hand. The knight had learned from the last battle that it would only be a waste of time to engage the common fearen. Most of the variants were not a threat to the armor, and the warrior held little regard for the safety of anyone whom they did threaten. In this fight there was a clear objective, much like there had been in the last fight. If they could stop Valdus, the rest wouldn't matter. Nothing would matter.
Fearen fell left and right as Alroth charged across the temple chamber, slashing and bashing any creatures that got in his way. His new, lighter weapon made it even easier to chain attacks together, and the length of his blade in sword form allowed each swing to hit multiple targets if they happened to be close enough together. The blade wasn't very sharp, but at the absolute least it would deal devastating blunt trauma.
As the knight pushed closer to the so-called hero, the battle became a blur as Pinky's mind processed everything that had been said. This was no time to debate consequences and morals, yet much of what Valdus said made sense in some twisted, unfeeling way. It wasn't so terrible an idea to the pixie. What did she have, after all? Not a single pleasant experience with another conscious being her entire life. Not even the Shadow Slayers had changed that about her. In fact, the guild - in many ways - personified everything she despised about consciousness. She certainly would not be bothered if more people died, and more importantly... neither would nature. If Valdus could really use this potential power to pacify the world, while simultaneously wiping out more of the wretched population that inhabited it right now... would that be such a bad thing?
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Post by Allie on Dec 13, 2015 6:27:19 GMT -6
His lips curled upwards as he let the little girl swing around his arm over and over. He patted her on her head before retiring to Tairaga's bedroom, taking the time to destroy the place before finally resting on his bed, making the effort to let the blankets fly wherever. "This is what I live for." He chuckled before curling to a deep slumber. Before he would leave, he snatched another cuirass from the military wing to wrap on top of his previous one, providing the only protection someone of his class would really need. He cradled his prized weapon in his one hand, flipping it around to test its weight, like twirling a pencil between one's fingers. Even if the dagger had no special properties, it was still lauded as one of the most important weapons in all of Ignis from its history; the most fitting weapon for a boy like him. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, he marched forward as the brave elf boy everyone could look to, reaching his destination.  The temple was opulent, to say the least, but that was no matter, since the words spoken by the great hero Valdus completely ruined the beauty of it all. "Crackpot conspiracy theorist," He snickered, barely noticing any of the events occurring in front of him. He eyed the lineup for a split second, trying to pick out which ones he could disable easily. One fearen in particular seemed oddly familiar, reminiscent of someone he knew for a long time; his entire life no less. He shook his head and tried to rule out all the possibilities. The armor was somewhat foreign, all of her facial features were obscured, her skin and hair would be natural for a fearen of her type, and his original village was too far off for her to be able to come. Two factors ruled out all his denial, however. Her towering height, coupled with her voice, were absolute, dead giveaways. "M-M-M-MO--" Osseus struggled to form the simple word, desperately grasping for evidence pointing to the contrary. "MOM!?" He hollered, trembling where he stood. In the back of his mind, there was always the glimmer of hope that she was alive and well, fighting fearens on her own terms. Seeing her presence among other fearen only served to shatter one of the few dreams he kept dear. "YOU- YOU'RE DEAD!! YOU'VE BEEN DEAD!! I - I LET YOU DIE TO THAT GOD DAMN E-ELDER!! Y-YOU WERE B-BRUTALIZED BY FEAREN HE SENT!!"  Ortus flashed a devilish grin, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth, and let out a boisterous cackle. "So you figured it out, little half breed boy..." She procured a longsword from her magic, sending out a large energy slash towards the little boy. The attack sent Osseus barreling towards one of the walls, immobilizing him for a while. She then focused her attention on Ooro, sending another slash in her direction. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 13, 2015 8:23:33 GMT -6
Mimisko is in great shock. Valdus was alive this time and... he caused the suffering for two whole years. What caused her mother's death. Mimisko get that he wants people to have a second chance to live but this is not the way to go about it. At all.
What worse is two people that Mimisko connected with are now fearens now. There's Rylan, who was once part of Shadow Slayers. The same person Mimisko helped after the first battle. The same person she went searching for cheppermints with.... is now a fearen and casuing a lot of heinous acts. Ans now, there's Mimisko's mother...Lopiya. The same person that was willing to protect Mimisko this whole time. Due to traditions of her old town, if there's any type of evil version of someone there, it's bests to take some suffixes of her name and call Lopiya....'Yapilo'
'Yapilo' surrounds herself in winged fearens.
"Well, well, well, it seem Mimi has made to see me"
"Can it, Yapilo! There is no way on Ignis you can be my mother!"
"My, my, aren't you keeping the traditions of our town alive, aren't ya?"
"You are not my mother any more.... You are not Lopiya anymore! You are a fearen! You are Yapilo!"
"Hmph! Bit touchy, are we?"
"Can it!"
Mimisko knows her mother would not say all of those things
" ...So....are gonna try to fight?"
"Not yet, Mimisko! Winged fearens, attack!"
As 'Yapilo' say that, she points to Mimisko, almost every winged fearen charges forward at Mimisko.
"...Big mistake, Yapilo."
Mimisko forms a blue fire bow and arrow. She shoots at the winged fearen and it explodes into multiple fire arrows and hits what even winged fearen is at front. She repeats this process. Multiple times.
"Oh, well, done Mimisko, I know training you with you fire powers is a success!"
'Yapilo' clapped, albeit in a pathetic manner, as Mimisko shoots the winged fearen. However, the 'celebration' was short as 'Yapilo' felt a sudden pain.
"Augh! What the hell?!"
Just then, 'Yapilo' starts to all of sudden say.
"Mimisko....please kill me, I was susposed to be- NO!"
'Yapilo' punches herself in the stomach.
"There is no way in hell you going let Mimisko be the hero like that! I'm fighting Mimisko once she is done with the winged fearens! You're love for Mimisko ain't that strong!"
((To somewhat simply what is going down: Lopiya is still there with her love for her daughter being very strong. However, because of the fact that Fearens are supposed to be pure evil and shit, Yapilo gets the upper hand pretty is like "No, f--k you, I'm doing this, you ain't letting Mimisko get the upper hand." Yeah, this gonna be the battle tragedy with a bit of power of love in the mix))
While she was shooting, Mimisko heard everything that came out Yapilo's mouth.. one moment, it was actually her mother begging for death. A small part of Lopiya's pure soul trapped in her pure evil verson of her soul. Like someone being trapped in a torture chamber... Now Mimisko knows she has to fight Yapilo. She continue one shooting the winged Fearens though, as many as Yapilo commanded to attack.
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Post by melty on Dec 13, 2015 9:26:16 GMT -6
As Luair made the first shot, a brief flash of light crossed her eyes. It was a little disorientating, but she came to her senses quickly. She turned to find the culprit behind it, and lying against a wall was Osseus.
'Osseus!' she cried, quickly making her way to him. She could see in the corner of her eye her father approaching so she sent another arrow to buy more time. When she reached him, she shook his shoulders, awaiting a response.
'What happened? Who did that?' She asked him question after question. She looked back to see an armour clad figure standing, wielding a longsword.
'Who are you?' she asked, stood in front of Osseus and ready to fire at any moment. However with the being fast approaching, Luair became less and less certain and her stance weakened. She held down Tveiralmr and could only watch over Osseus, praying his condition improved.
Halvar saw Luair run to somebody's side. He was twisted with anger, enraged she would flee so early in their fight. 'Is this the extent of what you can do to save your allies?' he roared, crashing Einnalmr to the ground. He retrieved it and proceeded to charge, most likely to encounter someone else on the way.
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 13, 2015 9:59:52 GMT -6
Clarissa gave no time for Clara to speak again. She quickly pulled off her gloves, revealing an array of glowing symbols she'd prepared. "I'm going to send you back to hell where you belong." She spat, before a mist of gold shot from her palm and towards the girl. The mist parted around Clara, not even touching her. "What?" Clarissa hesitated for a moment, surprised such a powerful attack had no effect. Clara started walking forward again at the same slow pace, her feet dragging across the ground. The left side of her body seemed weak and fragile, like she could barely move it. "I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ...ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪsʜ. Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ."Clarissa took a step back, raising the other arm and shooting out the mist again, this time twice as much. It had the same result as the first attempt and she began firing frantically, uselessly wasting magic as she tried to stop the slow pursuit of her first host. Oxy got to his feet and started backing away, eyes wide as he frantically tried to think of a way to help his mother. He opened his mouth and screamed to try and control her, and for a moment Clara's stopped, her wide eyes staring blankly. She turned her head toward the toddler. "Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏsᴛ?" With no warning, she moved suddenly with incredible speed towards Oxy, picking him up and grasping him around the neck. The collar was the only thing preventing her from choking him. "Eᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅɪᴇs sʜᴇ'ʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ." Oxy struggled to claw against her, but her strength was surprising for her small stature. Clarissa turned towards them, ready to attack again even if Oxy was in the line of fire. {Clarissa Comic Page 4}  |
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Post by titee on Dec 13, 2015 10:15:41 GMT -6
Manasa got no sleep that night, instead electing to huddle herself in a corner of the massive library unseen by even Enoch who was in the very same room. Her only company was a single candle. She spent much of night studying the potions Rylan had left behind, when her brain became too tired by the task she changed the subject to books on vishkanyan culture as a way to relive her bittersweet childhood. Manasa finally passed out next to a worn candle stump on top of an open book, waking up the next morning to brush messied hair and drool from her face. She had barely made it in time to begin the journey towards Aredon castle, having to rushed out of the castle in fear of hold up the rest of her guild. + + +
Once at the castle Manasa found herself yet again at a loss for how she should properly feel. Valdus had caused a whirlwind of emotion to arise from her members of her guild, yet Manasa had no connection to the legendary hero. She had never heard of him before joining the guild and never once put her hope into his hands. The man who stood before her was nothing more than a delusional mad man, an eccentric who thought he could possibly gain the power of a god. That alone was reason enough to earn Manasa's disgust, the final emotion she had settled on. Even before Kama and Valdus had finished their dialogue Manasa had gotten into position to preform, like a running waiting at the starting line all she needed was for Kama to engage combat. The pistol was shot and the runner had sprinted from the starting line. Without even hesitating or bothering to look at the situation around her Manasa began her performance. As the second count began her body began to feel lighter, quicker. It must have been Enoch. Manasa's dance continued at a quicker, more precise pace than it did before. Despite the complexity of the dance she had chosen, with the haste spell that Enoch had delivered Manasa would be able to finish it in no time. As her performance continued, a lone shell came catapulting through the air in her direction, as it throw or... Without even blinking Manasa spun out of the shell's way, landing graceful with her toes arched. However, she froze nervously. She... preformed the wrong move. That spin was not a part of the dance that she had been doing. She could end it all now. without a closing statement the dance would never been seen by Naga and there would be no penalty. However... Could she salvage things? Manasa nervously began her dance once more, changing which boon she was asking for and praying that it would work. As she preformed he closing statement her eyes shined their familiar golden hue as he allies became cloaked with a golden aura, gaining a boost to their physical defense and gaining the ability to speak to snakes. Though the ability to talk to snakes in this situations was useless, it was the only was Manasa could finish the dance. Manasa then looked out to the battle, for the first time fully taking in the situation, She froze with disbelief. Everybody was being attacked by humanoid fearen, fearen that must have resembled loved ones lost. She looked at each humanoid, before her eyes finally locked on Rylan's form, widening in disbelief. She stepped back, covering her mouth as she let out an audible gasp. He hadn't seen her yet, maybe... maybe that was for the best. It was not too late. She could... Run away.
Manasa snapped to attention as she heard Oxy scream, her eyes torn from Rylan. "Oxy!" she let out, rushing towards the fearen that held him in her grasp and pulling out her fan. She whipped the fan open directly in Clara's face in an attempt to spray it's poisons directly on her, in her eyes and mouth. As the droplets of poison flew away from the fan Manasa felt as if she could sense each and every one, as if she felt an odd connection to them. Like she and they were linked. It was a completely new feeling, one that made her feel... powerful. |
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