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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 10, 2015 22:32:36 GMT -6
Rylan looked over towards where Alroth was pointing, and noticed the Inn, nearly fully intact.
Are we going to retreat? Could that building even keep us safe from the fearen?
Rylan's doubts didn't matter now. The sting fearen finally was upon Osseus and himself, clearly enraged at the fact Rylan had shocked it.
"KAMA!! GIVE US AN ORDER!!!"
The fearen released a wave of acid towards the two. Rylan, acting on instinct, jumped in front of Osseus and made a short blast of energy to keep the acid from coming in contact with them. Unfortunately for Rylan, it wasn't enough to block it all, and quite a bit of acid poured onto the leg that had just recently been jabbed into by Daryn.
"GAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
Rylan had completely forgotten his leg had been wounded, and acid had seeped into the wound. He could feel the skin on his leg melting away, and the bone and muscle being completely eaten away at by the fearens acid. Rylan was down on one knee at this point, the fearen making its way towards him to finish the job. Rylan took out the bottle of blue liquid Osseus had stolen from him and shook it up as much as he could.
Wait for it, Rylan.....wait for it...
The fearens mouth opened as it prepared for another acid attack, when Rylan threw the glass jar into the beast's jaws.
"GET THE HELL DOWN!!!" Rylan screamed at Osseus as he laid on the ground covering his head.
The fearen stepped back a few feet, it's stomach glowing a bright blue, seemingly expanding.
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Post by otakrap on Oct 10, 2015 22:47:18 GMT -6
Once the small man she threw landed before her she heard shouting, passing it off as the heat of battle. Her head whipped down to Gremlon as he addressed her again. Nodding in response, she gave a small grunt before picking him up once more. Jogging toward the direction he pointed a few steps, and yet again spun around hurling Gremlon at the fearen. Gremlon was launched again, but this time to another winged fearen. He didn't consider the fact that he was aiming for a fearen that was holding the woman that threatened him before. That thought didn't even cross his mind while he was being launched. Gremlon used his necromantic powers to guide his flight to make him travel even faster than he was before. Grabbing onto the flaming skull he said out loud, "Hey fearen! Let's see how you deal with this!" Gremlon then attempted to smash the winged fearen that was holding Celty with the flaming skull he had in his hand.  |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 10, 2015 23:12:29 GMT -6
Upon releasing Gremlon sending him flying into the air, Urzul found several fearen closing in on her. She untied her club and gripped it tightly facing the largest one she could see. No real plans in mind Urzul made a push toward a bulk fearen that towered over her. A few hits were all she managed to land before the fearen caught up with her, and she was pushed back into a small gathering of sting fearen that subsequently self-destructed. Thus leaving Urzul dead. May she rest in piece
((i kinda stopped caring at near the end of this post tldr she ded and now i can leave because i forgot how much i didnt have fun trying to rp but also be me (the most passive fucking roleplayer on the planet who does not even TRY to do anything) and having to play a character i dont really care about, especially when i think of better ones later on and get more interested in them instead. so yeah byyyeee had fun i guess in all the stuff i didnt participate im just going to go back to writing cause its still bad but i dont hate myself for being a bad writer but i hate myself for not doing ANYTHING at fucking all so yknow ooops guess i was dumb. my bad forgot i never actually had fun i just thought it would be but never got far enough in one))
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Post by norimo on Oct 10, 2015 23:18:32 GMT -6
The fearen released a wave of acid towards the two. Rylan, acting on instinct, jumped in front of Osseus and made a short blast of energy to keep the acid from coming in contact with them. Unfortunately for Rylan, it wasn't enough to block it all, and quite a bit of acid poured onto the leg that had just recently been jabbed into by Daryn. "GAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Rylan had completely forgotten his leg had been wounded, and acid had seeped into the wound. He could feel the skin on his leg melting away, and the bone and muscle being completely eaten away at by the fearens acid. Rylan was down on one knee at this point, the fearen making its way towards him to finish the job. Rylan took out the bottle of blue liquid Osseus had stolen from him and shook it up as much as he could. Wait for it, Rylan.....wait for it...The fearens mouth opened as it prepared for another acid attack, when Rylan threw the glass jar into the beast's jaws. Ooro's ears shot up abruptly as her face tensed with fear. That voice... Rylan! She scampered to her feet, rushing out the building and trying to follow where she had heard the voice. There, she had seen the priest sprawled against the ground. Her hand covered her mouth in horror; his leg had been almost completely disintegrated- barely hanging by a portion of flesh. To already see one of her acquaintances be struck down so horrendously had put her in a panic, and she scurried to his side. It was a struggle to carry him in her arms, as she tried her best to make sure he would not be unnecessarily jostled any further. She hurried back to the structure, and laid him down onto the paneling. Even if there was a way to reattach his leg, some of the bone has already been eaten away...No matter how she viewed it; Rylan wouldn't walk again with it. She swallowed hard, the realization dawning upon her... "Altheron, I need you to get me a sword off a fallen body or the like. IMMEDIATELY," her face had hardened, looking at him sternly. It slowly turned to look at Rylan again. "Rylan... what's left of your leg is beyond repair. I'm going to amputate it," the words were cold, and heavy. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 10, 2015 23:31:07 GMT -6
Rylan was screaming in agony as Ooro carried him across the battlefield. What was left of Rylan's leg had been dangling about, and he could feel the skin tearing and tugging from the weight of his foot. When he heard Ooro say that they were going to have to amputate his leg, he laid his head back and yelled, not in pain but out of pure frustration.
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! ALTHERON, HURRY UP AND GET A SWORD! I WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!"
Rylan just laid there, fully enraged at the fact that he was careless enough to forget to treat the wound he recieved earlier. He began banging his hand against the floor, over and over, until it started to become bruised and bloody. He was completely numb to it at this point, adrenaline making him numb to all the pain he was sure to feel.
I can't fucking believe this...IN OUR FIRST BATTLE!! DAMN YOU, GODS! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 10, 2015 23:39:55 GMT -6
Altheron cautiously scurried from the structure. Scanning the area with his one eye, he looked for the easiest route to the pile of dead bodies sprawled across the nearest building. Once he found the best path, he pushed his hair away from his other eye for a second to make sure that he was as safe as possible. Good, he thought as neared the entrance of the structure. A few of the people who didn't make it against the fearen were equipped with swords. Altheron quickly grabbed the sharpest-looking one and set out to find Ooro again. His hair shifted back into its original orientation as he ran.
Rylan's screams frightened the poor shaman as he entered the room.
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2015 0:31:22 GMT -6
Rylan just laid there, fully enraged at the fact that he was careless enough to forget to treat the wound he recieved earlier. He began banging his hand against the floor, over and over, until it started to become bruised and bloody. He was completely numb to it at this point, adrenaline making him numb to all the pain he was sure to feel. Ooro's hands scrambled to hold his head in place, " STOP! At this rate, you're going to kill yourself!" She had taken off her cloak and put it under the man's head, carefully wrapping it around the wounds. Her eyes scanned for any areas that possibly needed stitching. Luckily, she could only spot scrapes- nothing deep enough to damage his skull. Her arms continued to hold him down with all her strength, before hearing light footsteps behind her. Rylan's screams frightened the poor shaman as he entered the room. Ooro could see Altheron standing with the blade, obviously shaken by the commotion. She ran to him, her arms brashly retrieving the blade. Though before she had left him standing, her hands gripped his shoulders, and forced him to turn the other direction. "Don't look," she whispered to him. He was already startled enough, and didn't need to see the actual act. Ooro checked the blade swiftly, as to assure there was nothing that would obstruct it's way. With heavy hands, she lifted the blade over the priest's injury, and swung as quickly and strongly as she could. At the moment the blade met the flesh; she had shut her eyes. ...It was a clean swipe. As the red spilled onto the paneling, she dropped the sword beside her and quickly got to work. Her first move was to retrieve the flint from her pouch. Unfortunately, it would seem this item was the one she often found herself using the most. Her hands clawed at the floor beneath them, ripping up an old wooden panel. Scraping the flint, she had managed to create a spark which momentarily burned the wood brightly. She was fortuitous enough to have been able to refill on water on the way to the battle. A deep exhale escaped her as she readied her own canteen, and brought the panel to where his limb used to be. It burned at the skin, and she quickly doused it out with the water. At least it would stop the bleeding. With a needle at ready, she searched the area for any loose ends, patching them up if needed. Her eyelids drooped as she looked to Rylan. "...Please rest," was all she could manage to say to him. Her head glanced over to the other side of the room, "Altheron, you can look now." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 1:18:42 GMT -6
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" Rylan's screaming echoed through the building as Ooro's blade sliced right through what was left of his leg. He had only once felt pain like this, and it wasn't any easier the second time around. He looked up to see Ooro lighting a piece of the floorboard on fire, and his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew what was about to happen. He put his hand in his mouth as she brought the panel to his gaping wound and bit down as she burned the skin. He bit so hard into his hand that it began to bleed, and with his other hand, he was banging on the floorboards so hard some began to crack. When it was all said and done, Rylan sat up and scooted himself back towards the wall. He was seething with rage, and grabbed his leg. It still burned, even though there was no acid nor fire. He was breathing, sporadically. "DAMN THE GODS!! DAMN THEM ALL!! GAAAAH MY LEG!!! DAMN THEM!!! DAMN THE GODS! DAMN THE FEAREN! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!!"  (((Sorry for the messy sketch. I'm very tired))) |
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Post by Penguin on Oct 11, 2015 2:04:07 GMT -6
(( i am late to the fight, damnit!))
Meanwhile, Nicolas was trying to battle with two sting fearens. Luckily, his hammer did damage to them but it wasnt enought. Whille he was trying to dodge the fearens attacks, he lost the grip of his hammer. He couldnt reach it. A sting fearen was blocking the way
He knew he was doomed
" H-help!" He screamed
He felt like this was the end
Except...
"This is going to hurt...but... i have no other choice" he said whille he removed his thick glove.
Small sparks began flowing around, untill they became bigger and bigger. His magic was really unstable, but it was the only thing he could do now or else he would die.
" L-lets just hope it will work this time" he thought
He closed his eyes and shot a thunderball from his hand.
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 11, 2015 4:38:12 GMT -6
((Okay so I've been receiving some questions about how much the rp characters should know about the fearens. It is assumed that your characters already know all of these fearens strengths, weaknesses, and abilities since these types of fearens are fairly common. Any experienced fighter would already know how to fight these things.
Also I'm going to allow you guys to make up your own fearens since you now have a good idea of what they're like. If you'd like to make your own type of fearen for Shadow Slayers then please send me a private message with a picture and a description of the fearen and I'll post it on the forum if I approve it. Don't make your fearen too powerful or too intelligent.))
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Post by titee on Oct 11, 2015 7:33:19 GMT -6
A recognizable scream snapped Manasa to attention. She scanned the battled field before her, watching her teammate struggle against the seemingly endless hoard of Fearen. In the distance laid the corpse of one of her allies, who already fell victim so early into their campaign. No... no! This wasn't supposed to happen! It was all Manasa's fault. She should have been out there fighting, not licking her wounds like a coward. An unspeakable rage coursed through her, boiling her toxic blood and causing her to shake with adrenaline. Manasa stood up and drew her sword, preforming a brief dance as she did so as to enchant it. Manasa's sword erupted into sparks of electricity, her eyes glowed with rage and power. She dashed towards the epicenter of combat, scimitar at the ready. A few string fearen noticed her advance and turned towards her, stingers and claws at the ready.  In her state, Manasa was able to make quick work of them. She had little strategy in her assaulting, having been consumed with rage and bloodlust. Having killed off the few that blocked her path, Manasa continued towards where most of her allies stood. She only has one objective in mind right now; to keep everybody alive. |
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Post by Allie on Oct 11, 2015 10:33:21 GMT -6
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" Rylan's screaming echoed through the building as Ooro's blade sliced right through what was left of his leg. He had only once felt pain like this, and it wasn't any easier the second time around. He looked up to see Ooro lighting a piece of the floorboard on fire, and his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew what was about to happen. He put his hand in his mouth as she brought the panel to his gaping wound and bit down as she burned the skin. He bit so hard into his hand that it began to bleed, and with his other hand, he was banging on the floorboards so hard some began to crack. When it was all said and done, Rylan sat up and scooted himself back towards the wall. He was seething with rage, and grabbed his leg. It still burned, even though there was no acid nor fire. He was breathing, sporadically. "DAMN THE GODS!! DAMN THEM ALL!! GAAAAH MY LEG!!! DAMN THEM!!! DAMN THE GODS! DAMN THE FEAREN! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!!" (((Sorry for the messy sketch. I'm very tired))) A string of curses ran through the battlefield, clearly reminiscent of the guy who saved his life by taking the brunt of an acid attack. He followed the sound to an abandoned structure, seeing Rylan screaming in agony. Spotting corpses littering the inside of the building, he remembered what he had to do before fighting off fearens. To instill more trust, he removed his hood, exposing the half-breed nature he despised so much. "Look, there are fearens everywhere. What you have to do here is play dead, got it? Those things can't tell the difference as long as you don't scream," Osseus scrambled to sputter out. Right after he said that, a winged fearen soared across the sky, looking for prey to e took Rylan under his wing and slumped corpses on top of them. Then, he took out the herbs that he stole, as well as other herbs that were in his pockets (At least to make sure he didn't tell that he stole some of them) and showed them to him. "Do any of these help with pain?" Osseus asked almost breathlessly, considering how heavy the corpses were. He waited for a response, then decided to speak again to make sure his plan was well understood. "I have to know because I need you to heal up. I'll stay on guard to make sure nothing hurts you, all right?" This behavior clearly wasn't like him, but it was the least he could do for someone who saved his life. |
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Post by not u on Oct 11, 2015 10:46:35 GMT -6
Enoch, having caught and gratefully downed the vial of liquid thrown to him by Ooro was already feeling much better. I'll need to thank her later he thought, realizing she'd stopped out of her way as she zipped off in the opposite direction. His magic still needed time to fully recuperate before he started diving into the more powerful time magic, but the nausea and dizziness had subsided. He kept an eye on the three fighters, as alroth shouted, "Hey, elf! Running out of room here!" the pixie's voice echoed out, as she kept up the fight. "I know!" Enoch responded, watching Alroth climbing to a higher vantage point. The winged fearen took notice, and Enoch quickly cast a barrier around the armored man, dividing his attention up between trying to protect the three while trying to conserve magic. The fearen seem to be focusing on the fighters for now at the very least, I'm already spread pretty thin Enoch nodded and called out to Gaynor and Daryn. "Did you guys hear Alroth??" Thats when a bloodchilling scream echoed throughout the field, followed by an intense explosion in the opposite direction where Urzul had once been standing. The elf paled as the realization began to sink in, shouting to the two, "We should definitely start pulling back!!" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2015 11:41:54 GMT -6
Celty felt herself suddenly dropping towards the ground as the fearen that had been holding her up was smashing into by Gremlon. She braced for impact and managed to twist her body so she landed feet first. The pain shot up her legs and her breath caught in her throat from the landing. She fell to her knees, hands planted to the ground as she tried to get her bearings. She looked around for Gremlon, not seeing where he had gone after the attack.
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Post by titee on Oct 11, 2015 11:59:41 GMT -6
As manasa advanced forward, she was caught off guard when she notice the group she was wading towards had chosen to retreat towards the direction she came. She was about to group up with them, if not for the sight of a body plummeting to the ground in the distance.
"I'll get them and regroup!" Manasa called out to the group- the metal one, time mage, and sword fighters- as they ran past her. She regretted never introducing herself to everybody, never getting their names or learning their abilities.
Manasa ran towards her come radar who fell to the ground. "What happened? Are you alone?" She shouted out as she ran forward. A winged fearen approaches the two from the skies, attracted to Manasa's voice. She wasn't good with these ones, they had a habit of staying out of her range. Manasa stood beside the shapeshifter woman and drew a dagger. Maybe she could hit it from here, or at the very least keep her ally safe.
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