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Post by cassiroll on Oct 6, 2015 21:08:14 GMT -6
Oxy flinched away from her, his smile falling. The confidence he had gained from interacting with Rylan had vanished in and instant. He took a step back, but tripped on his long cloak and landed on his back. He began inching away from Gaynor as fast as he could, whimpering quietly.
Celty was on her feet the instant he fell and rushed over to him. She held him up from behind carefully before looking up at Gaynor with intense ferocity. Her face morphed slightly to give her the impression of longer, sharper fangs that didn't quite seem to be contained by her mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded. Oxy cowered against her stomach, shaking with teeth chattering. "We were told we would be protected here! How is frightening a defenseless child protection?!"
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 6, 2015 21:26:14 GMT -6
An extremely bright light emanated from the orb on Odessa's staff. Fallen, blinded by the light, closed his eyes and flinched away in response. Suddenly, he felt an intense heat approached him from his left flank. The abruptness of it caused him to instinctively jump backwards to avoid the fire spell even though he had his repellent down.
Fallen was outside of his protection now.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 6, 2015 21:26:23 GMT -6
Gaynor began sweating as the situation continued to unfold, she slowly lost track of her thoughts as the seconds progressed.
"e.....excuse me." She uttered, taking in what started the series of shallow breaths. She sunk her head in her scarf and jolted away from the interaction at hand and to the rear of the sanitary.
A place where she can catch her breath and attempt to think straight again was ideal for her at the moment, in fact, it was the only clear thought that raced in her head.
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Post by norimo on Oct 6, 2015 21:33:50 GMT -6
"As a child, I heard myths of how other magical races such as the orcs and goblins were once elves, several thousands of years ago. But after angering the gods with their misdeeds and war, they were cursed. But those are nothing but stories. Elven myths. Possibly similar to ones in your own village." Enoch chuckled lightly. "And whether I believed in myths or not, you certainly don't seem like someone that would fit the criteria of 'angering the gods'. With such a sudden change too..." He smiled at Ooro a bit sadly, letting go of her hand. "Honestly I wish I could tell you where to find others that would be far more knowledgeable than me, but I too haven't seen other elves in years." "A curse...?" her ears drooped, but she smiled at his words, they seemed... kind. She thought about her past village- and how she felt there. It was... refreshing, to have someone of similar kin speak to her rather decently. She doesn't remember feeling outcasted, but she didn't remember feeling particularly welcomed. Her eyes gazed at the hand he had just let go... even though he was inspecting it, she was surprised he wasn't particularly opposed to touching it despite its... odd features. She gasped slightly, realizing her abruptness, "Oh, I'm sorry... I'm Ooro. As I stated, I'm the hermit of these woods- so I haven't been overseas. Your magic, I was watching it- it's very impressive! Your name... may I ask for it?" In contrast to earlier, Ooro's movements had become slower, more attentive. Instead of simply speaking what came to her, she seemed to began to be watching her words carefully. |
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Post by not u on Oct 6, 2015 22:11:29 GMT -6
"A curse...?" her ears drooped Enoch watched as her ears drooped, shaking his head quickly. Ah damn, I should've been more careful with my wording... he thought to himself, feeling a pang of guilt. "I don't particularly believe in curses or fairytales. In my opinion, some of those stories just reinforced some of the... more isolationist tendencies of the elves in my village." By that he meant, their perceived inferiority of all mixed and non-elven races. He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about something like that." "It's very nice to meet you, Ooro. My name is Enoch." He tilted his head and scanned the group outside the church before looking back to her. It had definitely grown bigger since their initial meeting in the church. "I didn't see you around here earlier, did you just arrive?" |
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Post by norimo on Oct 6, 2015 23:10:25 GMT -6
Enoch watched as her ears drooped, shaking his head quickly. Ah damn, I should've been more careful with my wording... he thought to himself, feeling a pang of guilt. "I don't particularly believe in curses or fairytales. In my opinion, some of those stories just reinforced some of the... more isolationist tendencies of the elves in my village." By that he meant, their perceived inferiority of all mixed and non-elven races. He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about something like that." She raised an eyebrow, "I am... glad to hear that." Thank goodness, I didn't want to have a curse held against me either...
Isolationist tendencies? ... He may have a point on that one. "It's very nice to meet you, Ooro. My name is Enoch." He tilted his head and scanned the group outside the church before looking back to her. It had definitely grown bigger since their initial meeting in the church. "I didn't see you around here earlier, did you just arrive?" "Oh, I was a little later than the rest of the recruits. I hopped in at about the end of another pair's fight since once of them could use the medical aid-" her voice raises slightly, the pace speeding up a bit, "-Oh! That reminds me- are you hurt?" Inspecting him closely, she circles him for a moment, as though to check all angles for signs of injury. "That woman looked tough! I saw her strike you before leaving," she paused, "Not to downplay you of course! I mean... I don't see a lot of magicians, but your power seemed unique to me." A sigh broke free from her, she brought her hand to her forehead, as though to hold it for a few seconds. Don't mess this up! The thought raced through her mind. I can't keep embarrassing people when I meet them... "I don't see anything immediate but... if something feels off feel free to report it! I'm pretty useful with my hands, so if you need a few stitches, please stop by," she shot a crooked grin, "it doesn't have to be stitches in the flesh either. You're wearing light armor so... I'm sure I could patch it up," she chuckled under her breath, "though, I can't promise it'll be quite as pretty as the work you're wearing." Her head nodded, "The same for anything you need! Whether it be food or whatnot- being a scavenger is my job." ...Am I dragging on? Guh... With hands clasped together just a tad bit anxiously, she questions "Well, uh, anyways- you were looking at the church? Do you want to... go inside?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 6, 2015 23:32:58 GMT -6
Celty leaned forward, about to go after Gaynor, but Oxy grabbed her tightly around the waist. "No!" His voice was muffled by her clothes. Celty stared down at him, exhausted from their encounters and days of travel, and let her anger melt away. She crouched on her knees to wrap her arms around him. "I'm sorry, little one. That must have been scary."  |
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Post by not u on Oct 7, 2015 1:10:31 GMT -6
Enoch raised an eyebrow, nodding along and letting her speak as her words flowed out at an increasingly rapid pace. His eyes followed her as she began to circle him on the hunt for any injuries, chuckling to himself as he witnessed this spike in energy. She had quite a lot to say, and a very strong desire to spill it all out. "Not to downplay you of course! I mean... I don't see a lot of magicians, but your power seemed unique to me." He shook his head. "No offense taken, I should've had the foresight and better prepared myself for her to punch me, to be honest," he replied, listening once again as she began to eagerly rattle off her skills. She'd mentioned being a hermit. I wonder how often she got to speak like this to anyone, or even speak at all ...She must have been very lonely.
He hummed and nodded as she finished. "Thank you, I'll let you know if I ever need anything. We'll certainly need a healer around here too, last I checked we didn't have any dedicated healers whatsoever." Enoch glanced at the unfamiliar faces mulling around outside the church, a few of them still locked in a sparring match. He looked back at her and nodded, gesturing with his glaive. "I was about to head that way. I still haven't met many of the other guild members and it would be good for you to introduce yourself as well." He started to walk back towards the church, waving for her to follow. "Shall we go then?" |
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Post by norimo on Oct 7, 2015 1:47:24 GMT -6
Upon hearing his question, Ooro's body lightened up as its tension began to fade.
He doesn't mind me coming along...?
"Yes!" she seemed to jump at the opportunity, "Lead the way, sir!" her hand promptly rose to her head, as though to emulate a salute. The corner of her lips curled as she laughed at her own gesture.
As she trailed behind him, she couldn't help but think of endless questions to ask him. An elven- and a traveler! He has been exploring for seventy years? The thought shook her, Ooro could not remember the exact amount of time she has been away from her home village, but she knew it wasn't quite that long. Kama had mentioned prejudices between the races dissolving around fifty years ago... Her mind lingered, trying to pinpoint the time. I am sure I was not gone for seventy years... but its possible I was away for a bit over fifty. It would surely explain the reason as to why she couldn't recall anything on Kama's character- other than the few whispers of wanderers in the woods. I wonder why he left his village...?
As much as the question gnawed at her; she knew asking it would not be simple- at least not from her information. In my old village, the elven were known for their unity; it was unlikely to stray... is it possible his village was different? Did many of his kin leave? Alas, her head shook, to ask him such a thing so early on would surely only want him to cut ties with her due to intrusive behavior. Still though, to meet another elf who turned the other cheek on their village, she couldn't help but feel they might have been similar.
She decided to try to state another fact based on herself- in hopes he may reveal something. "You said seventy years you were gone, correct?" her voice let out, "I can't say I've been in the forest for that long... but I have a feeling it may have been around fifty years."
...I feel like I'm just comparing facts now.
"Err, did you see anything interesting...?"
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Post by Evan on Oct 7, 2015 5:25:39 GMT -6
Alroth laughed slightly. "Heroes? You've got your work cut out for you, old man." he said, looking around the faces in the area. He had only witnessed one fight so far - excluding the two that were still ongoing - and he was not so impressed. It didn't bode well for there to be so many mistakes in mere training matches. The fearen were ruthless killers that would stop at nothing, so if these displays were the best the recruits could do, their fates would look grim. Alroth was certainly no master himself, but he dared to criticize anyway. "Half of these kids look like they barely made it this far... And the other half are nothing special." he stated, making no effort to hide his judgements even as Ooro and Enoch approached the doors where he stood. |
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Post by Penguin on Oct 7, 2015 5:33:10 GMT -6
Nicolas felt a bit better. He looked at Mimisko
" i think i am a bit better, we can continue our training. Are you ready Mimisko?"
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 7, 2015 6:46:22 GMT -6
"Sure thing."
Mimisko got up and went to the opposite direction of Nicolas. She made one flame from her thumb, which are usually more powerful than the rest of the fingers.
"Ready and stand."
She shoots in up into the air. It seems she is pulling the same move, only for the flame to fall in a zig-zag manner but it's still falling into Nicolas' direction.
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Post by otakrap on Oct 7, 2015 8:01:00 GMT -6
Her heart melted a bit, "No, of course not." Celty looked over at Gremlon and tried once more to put on her best scowl-smile. "Sorry, kids." She gave a little laugh, but held onto Oxy tightly as though someone were about to snatch him away from her. Gremlon stumbled on his words to respond to this, "Well, uh. Kids. hm. Yeah, sure, yeah." ((because I took too long to respond to this.)) Gremlon couldn't relate to this situation because he has never dealt with kids before. Then the following events resulted in Celty leaned forward, about to go after Gaynor, but Oxy grabbed her tightly around the waist. "No!" His voice was muffled by her clothes. Celty stared down at him, exhausted from their encounters and days of travel, and let her anger melt away. She crouched on her knees to wrap her arms around him. "I'm sorry, little one. That must have been scary." Gremlon finally ended up speaking his thoughts, "Is this person part of the shadow slayers? How are they gonna fight fearen with that child around? Anyways, uh. I'm here to get rid of all those fearen just like you so don't you worry!" Gremlon tried to fit in with the group and calm Celty down, but he didn't realize the position he put himself in. |
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Post by Penguin on Oct 7, 2015 8:07:55 GMT -6
Nicolas tried to dodge the attack but failed. It was too fast .He instead used again his hammer as a shield, but the attack was stronger and faster this time, that he couldnt block all of the fire. Luckily, his armor preveted the fire for doing alot of damage to him, only a few burns here and there
It was time for Nicolas to make a move this time. He pressed once more the little purple gem on his hammer. Sparks started flowing around it. Nicolas began spinning his hammer to charge it. Once the hammer was charged enough with electricity, he spinned it once more making all the collected electricity from before gather into a ball of electric. He hit the electric ball towards Mimisko's direction
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 7, 2015 10:07:03 GMT -6
Gremlon finally ended up speaking his thoughts, "Is this person part of the shadow slayers? How are they gonna fight fearen with that child around? Anyways, uh. I'm here to get rid of all those fearen just like you so don't you worry!" Gremlon tried to fit in with the group and calm Celty down, but he didn't realize the position he put himself in. Celty stood up, arms full since Oxy refused to unhinge his arms from around her neck. She glared at the goblin, putting some of her previous anger into her words, "If we're such a burden here, as it appears we are, perhaps we won't stay." She got up close to his face and bared her teeth at him. "But trust me, I did not make it this far by being a timid mother. I suggest you be careful with your words around my son." |
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