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Post by cassiroll on Dec 14, 2015 13:27:57 GMT -6
[The dancer remembered the words she said to Rezza, her promise. She looked back down at Oxy, and back over at Rezza, torn between the two. She wanted to protect the both of them- she wanted to protect everyone. It was just like the first battle, how she felt so helpless to defend her teammates. Just like the second battle, how she was reminded of her failures as a prophet. Manasa shook her head, trying to break herself free. " REZZA!" Manasa screamed as loud as she could, charging towards the scene with Oxy still in her arm. She sheathed her scimitar and pulled out her throwing dagger, licking it as to coat it with poison before throwing it at Reave's skull. She then drew her scimitar once more, ready to engage.
Oxy's breathing became shallow as Manasa ran, his instinct to hold onto her as they moved worsening the paralysis. He made a few more choking sounds before slowly and shakily moving a hand towards the collar around his neck. "C-Can't...breath," He coughed, unsure if Manasa would be able to hear him through the chaos.
Clarissa managed to land another attack, this time a well aimed kick to the child's face, revealing most of her cheek bone. Clara had also sliced up several more areas of Clarissa's clothing. The purple substance was bleeding through the material at an alarming rate, but Clarissa didn't slow down. She couldn't feel the severe amount of pain she was putting her host's body through while the numbing spell was in place. "Yᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪs ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏsᴛ." Clara sneered as she examined the discolored wounds with her eyes. "You should know. As long as I've got more hosts, it doesn't--."Clarissa spun around, eyes wide. She didn't even notice the sharp cut to her shoulder until it was too late. "I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ." Clarissa fell forward in pain, the glowing mark on her left shoulder blade no longer hidden. She coughed up violet and stumbled forward when she tried to get back up, the pain too intense. Her eyes were flicking between gold and green as she struggled to maintain control. "Yᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏsᴛ. Hᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɴᴏᴡ?" |
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Post by Emily on Dec 14, 2015 14:21:31 GMT -6
The ice had eventually melted.
Well, thats what she got for blocking a fire attack with ice.
Galystris would’ve felt like an idiot if ice weren’t the only school of magic she’d trained in.
She did feel like a little bit of a fool though.
But, her ice was stronger when there is water nearby.
Ice is created with a combination of the mage’s energy source and the moisture in the air, or water nearby.
Ice mages are at their strongest when there is a lake nearby, it has been raining, or if it a generally moist day.
Well, there was a puddle at her feet.
Time to get to business.
Instead of freezing the water in the air, she drew the water from ground below her, and froze it midair.
The attack was unstable, sure, but powerful.
It seemed to be making almost crackling noises in the air, and it would be less like a frostbolt that was used before, and more like a rock being hurled at the target.
Not caring much for being inconspicuous, she sent it towards Valdus once again, with at least the intention to knick him back a bit, if she could even hit him.
She wondered if there was a class on how not to stick out like a sore thumb, even when the magic she would use is bright blue.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 14, 2015 15:22:06 GMT -6
" REZZA!" Manasa screamed as loud as she could, charging towards the scene with Oxy still in her arm. She sheathed her scimitar and pulled out her throwing dagger, licking it as to coat it with poison before throwing it at Reave's skull. She then drew her scimitar once more, ready to engage.
His own named hit his ears and relief fell over Rezza as his eyes fell upon Manasa. He was saved. His mouth contorted into a weak smile as he struggled against his mother's grasp, trying to reach out.  As Rezza's attention was drawn to Manasa shout so was the rest of the Flores'. Reave took a small step back removing his dagger, as he began to put it back in his pocket he watched the golden woman intently. As he tried to gauge exactly what sort of attacks she could throw out his eyes caught sight of her dagger traveling towards him. 'Going for the leader first and not the biggest threat? Good plan.' Reave raised his left arm in into the path of the dagger, stopping it before it could reach its target. His flesh began to feel as though it was boiling causing to scream out in pain. The others looked to him in concern. "Shit." Under his breath he began to mutter as he raised his right arm up and grasped his left shoulder tightly. "Bitch must have used some kind of poison." Quietly he addressed the others as the burn climbed its way up his arm, his body trying to reject the poison violently. With a quick swipe he removed his left arm and let it drop to the ground, there was no time to bother with trying to get rid of the poison now. He pulled his dagger back out of his pocket before looking to his son. "Rees!" This was signal enough for the man, who nodded towards his father. Ekh, understanding the plan now, did as her daughter did pulling Rezza's forearm down to his side before pulling it back, snapping the joint loudly. With that done she turned to face the dancer who was barreling towards them. Once his mother let go of the small man's arm Rees pulled his right arm back slightly before slamming Rezza to the ground below him. He began to push his weight into the man's neck crushing his airway further.  Nel took up position before the others, putting herself between the dancer and her brothers. Her left hand reached behind her, pulling a short blade out of her shirt. "You stay back." She commanded her father as she extended her left arm in front of her readying herself to meet the dancer in her charge. "And you," Whacking her mother's shoulder with her right hand Nel then motioned to Reave. "take care of that." Holding her blade tightly, the woman began to run at Manasa this time addressing her. "Is that wretch really worth your life?" As she drew close she raised her blade, bringing it down with the intention of hitting the golden woman. "We are taking him to hell, where he belongs!" Ekh took a step back as she watched Nel bolt away. Turning herself back to Reave and Rees she noticed her husband now crouched clutching where his arm used to be, a look of anger on his face as he glared at Manasa. She knelt down beside Rees and Rezza looking between the three. An idea came to mind and she motioned to Rees. The man raised his hand for a second, hearing the small man under him take in a large gasp, before clamping it back down. Rees then looked to his mother inquisitively as she hovered over Rezza. "Heal him!" Ekh grabbed Rezza's face tightly staring into her son's eyes. All he did was lay there trembling into the grasp of his worst nightmare. "Yet again you refuse to help a dying family member!? For the third time in your life!?" She took her hand away from his chin and brought it up near his eye. "Nel is out there alone. If something happens to her," One of her claws began to rake gently across his sclera as she spoke the next part. "then your suffering will be slow and you will wish for death before we are even done." Ekh then stood drawing back her foot and landing a kick straight into his head before turning back to see Nel engage with the dancer. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 14, 2015 19:59:32 GMT -6
As the woman tilted her head, Marcus glared down at the figures retreating, scoffing as he did so, "Fine! The same goes for you!" With that, the man wasted no time and dived back into the chaos, trying to relocate his target once more. Ortus scoffed, watching the man bolt off to his target. Now it was a matter of taking out any target that caught her fancy, even if it meant hurting her supposed comrades. She readied her sword before firing off several waves, aiming to hit everything within a 10 foot radius of her spell. Her main targets for the blast were Enoch, Osseus, and Daryn. She had intended to hit Cyrus as well, realizing his weakness in his current state. 
"It seems my boy is causing you trouble, Cyrus. Allow me to aid in disciplinary measures," Ortus calmly suggested, her helmet holes glowing an eerie red after. She flicked her wrist, intending to surround the three guild members in a circle of fire like magic. Osseus immediately cought notice of the armored figure, knowing exactly what it meant. "MOM STOP IT!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU DIE AGAIN!!" Osseus shrieked, his facade of confidence crumbling at the seams. Pangs of agony shot through his torso, his gash flaring up since he had no way to ignore his discomfort. "I know what my intentions are, child. No crossbred boy of mine can waver my convictions." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 14, 2015 20:27:02 GMT -6
Altheron had opted to stay where the hero left him for the rest of the night instead of finding a bedroom after their discussion ended. Even though he was not granted many opportunities to rest the previous night, he still managed to keep himself awake -save for a few dozes- lost in his thoughts. Despite the old man’s promise of resolving his problems, the shaman couldn’t shake off his feelings of great worry. The way he seemed to brush it off as if it were a normal occurrence is what bothered him the most. Kama had made his observation on his eye while he had most of the control over the spirit, AND when it had been mostly covered by his hair; if its lack of radiance determined how much control one had over such a beast, then what could be said about the events back at the last battle? Even through the pounding headache this… this being’s visions gave him, he could clearly feel the mad flickering of the eye’s light, along with the recurring outcomes of the group’s failures. The presence of the spirit’s voice hadn’t even come up in the old hero’s explanation, something Altheron scoffed at in the silence of the dark hallways. Does he even really know how to fix it? the shaman thought to himself as he sat down, his back against the wall. He drew his knees closer to his chest as he let his mind wander for the few hours left in the night. The mystery of the meeting, the talk of monsters, and all this spawn nonsense zipped around in his mind haphazardly until he finally lulled himself to sleep, the warmth inside his soul only now beginning to settle for a moment. This didn’t last very long, for that morning Altheron woke up early to roam the halls, trying to follow Kama’s advice and try to distract himself with the beauty of Darik Castle. Not too far into his search, the pale man found himself in a room full of ornate armor of various shapes and sizes and miscellaneous weapons decorating the large walls. Altheron’s first reaction to all of this splendor had been to turn around; like with the expansive closet he found yesterday, he did not wish to dress like a noble. The very thought of looking as if he were better than anyone of this planet -of this realm- made him sick to his stomach. It had been that reason that he chose to wear simple, draped fabric instead of embellished garments, and why he chose his vest amongst all the other garish outfits in those quarters. It looked the most humbling. Clutching onto the ends of the vest, Altheron eyed it with a look of disappointment, and then back to the armory. He knew the guild would be departing eventually for the final battle, and thinking back to how wrecked he got at the last battle made him know that he couldn’t go without some form of protection. Plus, the vest would get ruined. With this in mind, the shaman set off for some light armor, kind of like the ones he saw many of his friends don in preparation for fighting. The sound of metal crashing to the ground echoed throughout the halls as Altheron rifled through the armory’s contents without a care in the world until he found a few pieces that he felt suited him best for the event. Leaving the mess behind, Altheron continued to roam with his new armor dragging behind him, this time being careful not to get too excited whenever he encountered a flight of stairs. Didn’t want to get lost again. The thoughts of last night almost came back to the surface before quickly dissipating again at the sight of a familiar figure who had curiously been up early as well. Ooro. The conversation between the two had been short. Bringing his thoughts toward the final battle and the precautions he had to take, the man instantly knew he’d have to something about his hair. While it hadn’t exactly been much of a nuisance back at the last two battles, he got the strange that it’d get in the way somehow in the last one. He asked her to tie it as a result, not at all expecting her to twist and tie it in such a fashion that sent his heart racing and his eye widening in awe at its extreme beauty. After a short jig, he pulled his friend into a quick hug before running off with his things, giggling like a child. The thought of his first friend lingered on in his mind as he settled down in a nearby room, throwing his things on the ground so he could recite his spell again and open the portal back “home”. The first thing he eyed was his staff, then looked down toward his other belongings, which, like his braid, were also the product of the now well-dressed hermit’s handiwork, with the most personal one being the remainder of her cloak. The one she used to aid him in the first battle. Altheron mused at this as he put the vest away and traded it for his armor, wiggling around in it a bit to get used to its restrictions. With one last adjustment made to his staff, Altheron left the forest and went off to find everyone else. {Spoiler - Click to View}  When the group departed, Altheron grew more worried as Aredon Temple grew closer. The idea of “control” loomed over the shaman’s weak frame. Had he really had it? And what exactly did he mean by it “controlling” his body? If the spawn were to take over, then what’d become of him? Would he become trapped inside like he had done to it all his life or would he just…. cease to exist? Altheron tightened his grip on his staff as the guild reached the destination, hoping and wishing silently that Kama’s plans for the fearen as well as for him are accomplished. Slowly, the warmth in the core of his soul began to bubble again as the faint sound of giggling returned once more as the group made their way underground. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE......................... Once the Shadow Slayers made it to the grounds of their final battle. Almost immediately after stepping foot there, Altheron’s gaze became stuck on the enchanted sword at the far end of the temple. The energy surrounding it disgusted the shaman, its aura a tangled mess of lost souls amidst a sea of darkness that he never once in his life had ever witnessed. While it made his stomach turn, it triggered a much more grave response in his chest. Altheron winced as the flickering in his eye started up again and a sharp pain in his head developed shortly after at the mere sight of this weapon. Without warning, a wild snarl was brought to his lips as the man’s body shook in anger.”That….. was supposed….. to be MINE……”Immediately, Altheron slapped a hand to his mouth, clamping it shut as to prevent any of the low curses resonating in the back of his mind from reaching his throat. He looked from member to member in utter fear, hoping that no one heard anything. Luckily, they had been too preoccupied in listening to the gilded figure standing before them to notice. Altheron used this distraction to take the time and try to regain whatever control he had over the voice, who had now been cursing up a storm, when-
"This is no joke Kama. I summoned the fearens in order to bring peace to the world. I summoned them because I knew that those who live on Ignis wouldn't give me their souls willingly for my cause. Some of the souls that I collect using the fearens are used to summon more fearens, but most of them are sealed within this enchanted sword to perform the ultimate spell. Millions upon millions of souls can be sacrificed to summon the power of a god. As soon as I collect enough souls I will use this sword to use the greatest spell known to Ignis and make myself into the new god of prophecy. No longer will Sandor hold the world in fear, for I shall use this power for justice. The power of the prophecy god will allow me complete control over the future. I can create a world without starvation, without disease, and without war. I can create a world without pain and suffering. It is my destiny as the chosen one to become the new god of this world and create world peace at long last." …...What. Altheron ripped his hand away from his face at Valdus’ words, the headache beginning to dull down as both beings seemed to reach a general consensus in either of their short existences. Th…. th-that….is s-so…..stupid...And to think the shaman thought dressing up like a god was the worst thing. This man was just delusional. Breaking out of that short moment of almost-peace, the spawn immediately started up again, causing Altheron to back up into the nearest wall as the rest of the team were given their orders and set out, his head now pounding from the spirit’s screams. He shut his eyes in an attempt to meditate it out, just like he had always been instructed, when the booming cries of the “chosen one” rang in his ears, breaking his concentration and allowing the spawn to force them to stand up to face the threat. "I MUST DO THIS BECAUSE I WAS CHOSEN! I AM THE HERO AND YOU ARE THE VILLAIN AND I WILL SHOW YOU THAT TRUE HEROES ALWAYS WIN!" Altheron opened his eyes to see Kama almost smashed by a bulk fearen that Valdus summoned. The sight of him controlling his monsters made the spawn enraged, and scanning the room to only see more lesser beings like Tairaga do his job for him had him burning up within the shaman. They charged for the man, doing their best to dodge as many fearen as possible, but were ultimately slowed in their pace because Altheron had been demonstrating such restraint from the very beginning. At this rate, they'd surely be attacked. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 14, 2015 20:37:08 GMT -6
(([EDIT] Woops didn't notice Aurablades post before I posted. I'll reply to what Altheron is doing in my next post since he's not really attacking yet.)) Without another thought, Alroth cut his way free and began heading for Valdus again. Valdus noticed Alroth advancing towards him once again but realized that he could easily stall Alroth to reduce the number of enemies he had to deal with at once. Valdus pointed and said "Fearens focus on the armored man over there!" and a large portion of the weaker fearens turned their attention to Alroth and began attacking the suit of armor from all angles. A hound fearen tried to bit him from behind, a hydra fearen shot lightning from the right, and a stalos fearen shot fire at him from the front. It seemed to be making almost crackling noises in the air, and it would be less like a frostbolt that was used before, and more like a rock being hurled at the target. Not caring much for being inconspicuous, she sent it towards Valdus once again, with at least the intention to knick him back a bit, if she could even hit him. Kama shouted "REZZA!" and tried to run in to save Rezza as he noticed the small healer looked like he was about to die, but Valdus stopped Kama by summoning a bunch of giant golden shields and slammed them all into the ground around Kama, trapping Kama in a wall of shields. Valdus was then going to attack Kama with a giant golden sword, but Galystris saved Kama by hitting Valdus before he could execute the attack. Valdus was able to block the ice chunk with his arms but was still sent flying and slammed into the wall behind him, damaging him a little bit in the process. He then shot three giant golden swords at her as he said "It looks like all of the others are either trapped or occupied by the fearens, so it's just you and me ice mage. Let's see how well you can do against me one one one!" |
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Post by not u on Dec 14, 2015 20:46:45 GMT -6
Enoch faltered for a moment as he returned to his fighting stance, finding the sight of him getting more and more injured pricking at something deep in his subconscious. Despite the fearen form, something about seeing him wounded was painful. He took a couple paces closer and loosened his grip on his weapon, his face gentle. Cyrus's breathing was gruff as he readied an earth attack, smirking to himself as Enoch began to approach. As soon as he stepped within range, he was ready to skewer the priest with a set of earth spikes from the ground. Smiling amicably at Enoch, he watched his face carefully as the other priest approached. One more step...
Enoch's grip which had slid further down the weapon now tightened, and he prepared to lash out at Cyrus from a distance when all of a sudden they were barraged with a wave of attacks from a new source. A loud grunt of pain ripped from his lips as he was struck by the first one, quickly putting up a barrier for the three of them. "It seems my boy is causing you trouble, Cyrus. Allow me to aid in disciplinary measures," Ortus calmly suggested, her helmet holes glowing an eerie red after. She flicked her wrist, intending to surround the three guild members in a circle of fire. "MOM STOP IT!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU DIE AGAIN!!" Osseus shrieked, his facade crumbling at the seams. Pangs of agony shot through his torso, his gash flaring up since he had no way to ignore his discomfort. "I know what my intentions are, child. No crossbred boy of mine can waver my convictions." Cyrus immediately put up an earth wall as soon as the first wave struck him. "You crazy bitch! Watch where the fuck you're firing!" he shouted, maintaining the earth wall until her first round of attacks finished. Shooting a glare at Ortus, he turned his attention back to Osseus and laughed, gripping his side before standing up straight. "How many mutts are in this goddamn guild!? Did this many elves really think screwing a human was a good idea?" He glanced at Ortus. "Full offense to you of course, madam." Smirking he raised his hand as Ortus's ring of fire surrounded the three, a barrage of spikes poised to attack the trapped members. Enoch grabbed Osseus's shoulder and frowned. "That is not your mother. That is a fearen created by sacrificing your mother's soul. You will never get through to that person there, no matter how much you try." He grabbed his weapon and readied himself to dodge the earth attack as Cyrus released the barrage of spikes onto the group. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 14, 2015 21:06:29 GMT -6
This left him wide open for Daryn's attack, noticing her only at the last moment as his attention was drawn by Osseus. As her sword plunged into his side, he staggered away, immediately shooting earthen spikes at the three. Daryn huffed out a half-laugh as her strike hit her target. Yes! She plucked back her sword and jumped away, just in time to see an earth spike headed for her. It hit her in the chest, luckily not piercing through her armor due to Manasa's spell, but it gave her both a scare and momentum for a twirl. This disoriented her until she heard the Osseus boy call her name. "Daryn!" "Ok, we need you to divert that elf motherf-cker's attention so we can get Enoch to somewhere safer. Then we can all enact a master plan to get everything rolling," "Will do, little man!" She shouted with a small salute, accepting the orders. She readied her sword before firing off several waves, aiming to hit everything within a 10 foot radius of her spell. Her main targets for the blast were Enoch, Osseus, and Daryn. She had intended to hit Cyrus as well, realizing his weakness in his current state. Daryn was busy trying to think of a way to distract the elf fearen when an armored fearen blasted her. This sent Daryn stumbling a bit back, but again it didn't much injure her due to all her defense. The second blast she had readied herself more and did not move her. She noticed the elf fearen began shouting at their other attacker. Looks like a distraction is already set in motion.Smirking he raised his hand as Ortus's ring of fire surrounded the three, a barrage of spikes poised to attack the trapped members. He grabbed his weapon and readied himself to dodge the earth attack as Cyrus released the barrage of spikes onto the group. "Dammit!" Daryn shouted. She shifted herself closer to her team mates, hitting away an earth spike with her sword. "Well it looks like he's back to focusing on us," Daryn muttered, loudly enough for her team mates to hear. She looked at Enoch for a moment between the chaos. "Good luck with your master plans, guys!" She gave a thumbs up and a smile, and that's when she rolled out of the group, her barrier protecting her from the fire she also rolled through. When she got back up she quickly put away her sword and took out her bow and an arrow, shooting it at the elf fearen to try to divert his attention. "HEY, UGLY!" She shouted, "An elf like you wouldn't waste time on that trash, right? How about you fight a regular, normal human? See how long you survive!" She ran between the elf and the armored fearen, hoping to also catch that one's attention. "I bet both of you are too slow to hit me!" Daryn was still under haste, though she knew from past experience that it wouldn't last much longer. She only hoped her diversion would be enough to distract the two while Enoch and Osseus escaped. |
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Post by Emily on Dec 14, 2015 21:35:16 GMT -6
Kama shouted "REZZA!" and tried to run in to save Rezza as he noticed the small healer looked like he was about to die, but Valdus stopped Kama by summoning a bunch of giant golden shields and slammed them all into the ground around Kama, trapping Kama in a wall of shields. Valdus was then going to attack Kama with a giant golden sword, but Galystris saved Kama by hitting Valdus before he could execute the attack. Valdus was able to block the ice chunk with his arms but was still sent flying and slammed into the wall behind him, damaging him a little bit in the process. He then shot three giant golden swords at her as he said "It looks like all of the others are either trapped or occupied by the fearens, so it's just you and me ice mage. Let's see how well you can do against me one one one!" Galystris' eyes widened in shock. She covered her hands with her head, and summoned an ice shield. The swords actually managed to puncture the shield, which caused a blade to leave a large cut across her arm. She took in a breath sharply due to the pain, but there was no time for screwing around. "Alright, we'll see then" she said, her voice devoid of most if not all emotion. Galysris turned her attention to kama who was trapped by the shields. She'd rendered his shields useless before, so why not now? The mage readied a frostbolt, but aimed not at her opponent. "Not sure how long I can let you trap him, though. Its not all that fair now is it?" She launched it at one of the shields trapping Kama, intending to make the shield brittle enough to break. Her full attention was not on Valdus, though, so her defense was not at its best. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 14, 2015 21:50:51 GMT -6
Cyrus immediately put up an earth wall as soon as the first wave struck him. "You crazy bitch! Watch where the fuck you're firing!" he shouted, maintaining the earth wall until her first round of attacks finished. Shooting a glare at Ortus, he turned his attention back to Osseus and laughed, gripping his side before standing up straight. "How many mutts are in this goddamn guild!? Did this many elves really think screwing a human was a good idea?" He glanced at Ortus. "Full offense to you of course, madam." Smirking he raised his hand as Ortus's ring of fire surrounded the three, a barrage of spikes poised to attack the trapped members. She taunted, clicking her tongue at the fearen priest. "I would prefer if you wouldn't harp on past transgressions, considering your sexual history with half-elves in your lifetime," The comment wasn't meant to be entirely insulting, but at least there was the knowledge on where Osseus got his sharp wit. Before she could take back her insults, the earth mage sent out an onslaught of elements heading straight for their targets. "Thank you," she smirked, hanging her head back as she merely watched from a short distance. "Even if that's a fearen, I still let Mom die." Osseus focused his energy on calming his shot nerves to respond, his voice still shaking, "She can send me straight to the depths of hell all she wants. I've already seen it anyways." His breathing became more rushed before spotting a very small opening. "Enoch come on, we need to get out of here before we die!" He pointed relentlessly to the opening, hoping he'd catch the priest's attention before it would close up. "HEY, UGLY!" She shouted, "An elf like you wouldn't waste time on that trash, right? How about you fight a regular, normal human? See how long you survive!" She ran between the elf and the armored fearen, hoping to also catch that one's attention. "I bet both of you are too slow to hit me!" Daryn was still under haste, though she knew from past experience that it wouldn't last much longer. She only hoped her diversion would be enough to distract the two while Enoch and Osseus escaped. Ortus focused her scorn on the human, opting not to fall for her tricks. Instead, she focused her attention on the two, watching for their souls to fizzle out. For right now, she was a mere spectator unless otherwise needed. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 14, 2015 21:53:40 GMT -6
Clarissa tried to drag herself back up, but Clara was on her in an instant, pushing her back to the ground and placing a foot strongly against her back to keep her there. "Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀᴍ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. Iᴛ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ. Gɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ." Clarissa eyed the battle field warily, her eyes landing on Rezza. He was in just as bad a position as her current host. Either option could lead to death. But then she saw---. WARNING: Blood and Gore In Spoiler Clara's arm pierced through her chest, going through several major organs in the process. The fearen didn't even notice the golden hue had already left her eyes and the blood that sprayed from the injury came out dark instead of violet. She harshly pulled her thick nails from Celty's back and allowed the woman to fall to her side. Her body twitched as blood leaked from her abdomen, and only then did Clara realize the witch had left this host. She spun around in rage, searching for another candidate who might be possessed by the witch, screaming as Celty bled out in front of her.
Your mother is dying.Oxy flinched from the sound of Clarissa entering his mind. He could feel the effects of the collar starting to vanish, and with it his breathing became spastic once more. There's no time. I can save her. Oxy clutched at his chest. His eyes falling on the form of his mother in the distance. First Rylan, and now her. No, she couldn't be... She isn't. Clarissa repeated. I can save her.Oxy's anxiety hit the roof with Clarissa's next sentence. Make a contract with me. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 14, 2015 23:05:20 GMT -6
It seemed Halvar and Zerah were at a stand off. His previous battle with Rylan left the imp exhausted while this man seemed to be at the top of his game. For a brief moment, the idea of using the mask ran through his mind. He quickly dismissed the thought. He couldn't afford to let the 'prank' situation happen again. Instead, Zerah decided to end the battle quickly without using his masked form. The imp formed his hands back into claws and brushed his hair away from his eye, revealing the cork. "You know, I don't usually do this..." He started as he removed the cork from his eye socket. "But this is a special occasion." Black blood immediately began streaming down the imp's face. It's trail down his chin split into two paths, each moving over to the imp's arms. The blood that made up his arms began to convulse and contort, growing and shifting in size, forming a club-like shape. Then, amongst the imp's left arm, an eye opened. Several eyes began opening on each of the arms, their gaze fixated on Halvar. The arms split open, revealing a glowing purple inside. The arms had now formed into two demonic heads, growling, barking and roaring at the elvish fearen. All the while, Zerah had a look of utter annoyance on his face. "Look man, I'm tired of our battle, so I'm gonna go ahead and end it." He stated plainly. The arms were already trying to rush forward and tear into the man, and Zerah wasn't going to stop them. The imp sprinted at full speed towards the fearen, the two heads lunging towards his left leg and right arm. {Zerah}  |
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Post by norimo on Dec 14, 2015 23:19:54 GMT -6
"I-" Ooro was cut off upon seeing the ring of fire initiate. Dammit! Her vision of the trio was now obscured, and she could no longer attempt to rescue anyone if she couldn't even spot the danger. Regardless of not being much use on the offense, she needed to do something. Standing around would only serve as a waste of time and further place her own body in danger. If anything, she at least needed to play the part of a tougher opponent. "I can't shift my claws anymore. Luair, if you need assistance- call for it. Otherwise-" she hunched down, before lunging herself into the air and over the wall.
Her legs was all she had, and she was very well going to use them to her utmost ability if she must. With that being as it was, as she descended downwards she could spot Daryn recklessly preparing her shots. Was she trying to create a diversion...?
Nonetheless, the situation could probably call for one anyways whether or not she was. Below her was none other than Ortus- who had promptly caught up with the group. Her head was dead set on the elven pair, leering at them scornfully. Osseus had blamed himself for her death, claiming he had fled in a time of peril... it was a scenario strikingly familiar to one of her own. She knew not of the specifics, but she did know that one thing was for sure.
Osseus had people who loved him dearly now, one of them being herself. Perhaps if this had been his actual mother, she'd have qualms against doing such an unsightly act...
Though right now; it was a free-for-all. She readied one leg, pushing its talons in front of her as she descended in hopes of landing sweep upon the woman's head. She was not about to stand by and watch her do as she pleased if it meant killing the child. Ooro hadn't wanted to perform an action on his mother, but she was twisted beyond her own help. Force was something foreign to Ooro, as she abhorred the use of violence as means of persuasion. If ends met, she would deter her as much as she could from the child- even if things became rough. Above all, if the worst scenario came to fruition, and she somehow managed to slay his mother...
At least then, Osseus could blame her for his mother's death. Leaving the guild behind if she were to survive would become easier as well if no one wished for her to stay.
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 14, 2015 23:23:10 GMT -6
((I forgot to establish before that Valdus was flying but yeah he's about 15 feet in the air)) "Not sure how long I can let you trap him, though. Its not all that fair now is it?" She launched it at one of the shields trapping Kama, intending to make the shield brittle enough to break. Her full attention was not on Valdus, though, so her defense was not at its best. In the blink of an eye as soon as Galystris broke Valdus's shield, Kama ran out of the shield trap that Galystris broke, ran up the temple wall, and flipped in the air while about to slash at Valdus from behind. Valdus said to Galystris "You've made a big mistake ice mage. Now your defenses are w- WHAT?" Before Valdus could even finish his sentence he noticed Kama suddenly behind him. Valdus was in shock as he was unsure of how Kama managed to suddenly get behind him when he was 15 feet in the air, but before Valdus could react Kama hit him directly with a fire slash, causing Valdus to take serious damage and nearly hit the ground. Kama said "Thanks Galystris. I owe you one." It looked as if the teamwork Galystris used ended up paying off. Valdus shouted "DAMN YOU ALL!" He flew back up high into the air and summoned a bunch of golden cannons. He shot a wind blast and hit Kama away from himself, he shot a large chunk of earth out of another golden cannon to make the chunk of earth land on top of Galystis, and his third attack he used on someone else he noticed charging towards him. They charged for the man, doing their best to dodge as many fearen as possible, but were ultimately slowed in their pace because Altheron had been demonstrating such restraint from the very beginning. At this rate, they'd surely be attacked. Valdus noticed Altheron charging towards him and shot a huge ice blast straight at the shaman. The ice blast wouldn't do much damage, but it would freeze him in place allowing the fearens around him to do serious damage to him with ease. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 15, 2015 1:48:01 GMT -6
"Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ?!" Clara screeched, twisting her head around the temple as her hands twitched. “She’s not here.” Clara spun around to where Celty had been on the ground, but now only the witches hat remained. She blinked, shocked that the woman had managed to move so stealthily in her condition, when suddenly a hand came at her from behind and hooked itself around her neck, choking her. The bones began to snap as the hand morphed smaller and smaller. Clara barely managed to look over her shoulder to see a seething and very much alive Celty.  “She’s not here.” Celty repeated as Clara tried to raise her arms and claw at Celty. “But I still am.” Another loud 'crack' however, and the fearen’s spinal cord was snapped, rendering anything below her shoulders useless. “I don’t see Rezza nearby, and I don’t feel Clarissa in this body. And you know what that means?” Clara’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, fearen blood spilling from her lips. “It means that someone made a contract. And no one here is naive enough to save my life except one person.” Celty gritted her teeth together, her eyes alight with a protective rage she’d never quite felt before. But before she killed her, she dropped her grip and let the fearen fall to the ground, leaning over her and getting close to her face. “If you hate her so damn much, then the least you can do is tell me before I end you.” She whispered, everything about her suddenly still and quiet. “How do I kill a witch.” Clara somehow managed to smile despite her injuries, and with her last few breaths whispered something to Celty. The shifter then struck her through the stomach with a very similar injury Clara had just dealt her. The fearen seized for a moment, the smile still on her lips, before her wide eyes slowly closed for good.
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