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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 11, 2015 12:04:02 GMT -6
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. Altheron closed his eyes as well, but he wasn't nearly as composed as Ooro was after she cut through Rylan's leg. He clenched the brim of his hat and tried to pull his hat over his head, as if doing so would block the hellish screams and awful banging noises from behind him. It didn't. 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. At this point, it was too much for Altheron. He quickly fled the scene, unaware of anyone who may have entered the structure upon his leave. 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." But Altheron was already gone. He sought for shelter elsewhere. Luckily, there were a few more buildings around for him to hide in. Sauntering into one of the more devastated structures, the shaman hid in a corner to rid his mind of what it just witnessed. No good, he thought; Rylan's screams were now etched into his brain, bringing tears to his eyes. He had no idea it'd be this hard. The spirits told him the fearen were ruthless, but it was only now that he realized what that meant. Now, with a new challenge in front of him, Altheron knew that if he wanted to prevent accidents like what happened to Rylan from happening, he'd have to contribute to the cause somehow and worry about studying people later. After wiping away his tears, he quickly took out his spellbook at started flipping through its contents. |
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Post by Evan on Oct 11, 2015 12:32:33 GMT -6
Alroth was starting to feel the effects. The pixie had been in few fights comparable to the length of this one, and manipulating the armor was steadily draining her reserves of magic. She could keep fighting, but it was going to get a lot harder as time went on.
"Let's go!" she yelled, not waiting for the others to respond. Piloting Alroth, the pixie turned toward the inn and hopped down from the rock she had climbed on.
Alroth charged toward the building, smashing fearen left and right to leave a wide enough path for the others to follow. He quickly arrived at the front of the building and turned back toward the others, preparing to fight off anything that came his way. The plan was not to go inside the building - since it surely could never hold against this many fearen - but instead to put themselves against it so they could all fight in the same direction without having to cover their backs. Holding out inside the inn would only be feasible in an act of desperation, and they weren't quite there yet.
Alroth picked off a flying fearen that swooped too closely, and prepared to hold this position. Hopefully the others would make it here unharmed. There had been various screams already, but Alroth wasn't aware of anything that had happened outside of the circle of fighters he had been positioned with. Concentration was key in a situation like this, and there was no way the tiny woman could have split her attention any further than her immediate surroundings.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2015 12:34:33 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. Seeing that the group was pulling back, Celty quickly got to her feet, ignoring the pain she felt in her legs. Nothing was broken, and that was all that mattered. "I'm fine, but there was a little goblin who helped me. I don't know where he went." She noticed the fearen approaching from the sky and leaned into a fighting stance. "I'm not going to let these bastards get me this time," she muttered. "We can take it!" |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 13:16:33 GMT -6
"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. Rylan looked furious. He shot a look at Osseus that could only be described as pure rage and pain. "I dont...need any of your herbs. I can help...myself!!" Rylan took out another of his bottles, this time a pink liquid. The bottle was shaking in his hand, as he couldn't keep still from all the pain and anger. He pulled the cork out with his teeth and downed half of the bottle. "That'll work..for now." He looked towards Osseus and held the bottle out to him, still shaking slightly. "Need some? It's a healing potion. It helps heal wounds that aren't to extravagant, like....well......" He motioned toward the stump he had once called a leg. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2015 13:43:57 GMT -6
Ooro had realized that the shaman had already scurried off. Her spirits had already gone down light of recent events and now to notice Altheron had become disheartened as well was troublesome. I thought he was here as a combatant- could I have been mistaken? He told me earlier he had a connection with the spiritual world, yet I haven't seen him use it... Perhaps he didn't mean for battle?
Regardless, she still couldn't imagine where he ran off to, and she couldn't necessarily leave her spot as of the moment. Don't run off and kill yourself...! She covered her face with the unwrapped hand and held it there, draping her fingers across her eyelids as to close them. Her body rested against one of the walls as she took a moment to breathe and assess the situation. Rylan could be heard cursing his recent misfortune, and then another voice had let through. It was offering protection to Rylan and even herbs- to which he vehemently declined.
Ooro's ears had perked. The hand that was messily swaddled twitched. One eyelid opened to take a look at the bottle out of curiosity.
...I want it.
Alas, it was not offered to her. The eye that peered at the bottle gazed to her "injury." Truthfully, she had no idea if its contents could help it at all, and she wasn't about to draw attention to the mystery if the potion didn't work in the end. A sigh escaped her, and she strolled over to the two. "Rylan, I believe you can help yourself, but you need to calm down first. You've been inflicting more wounds purely out of rage," she gestured to where his head had rested. Her cloak still laid there, now with his blood seeped into it. "Let the man help, we're going to need it for now. As for you," she turned to the dark-haired male, "If you need the potion, take it and quick. By the sound of it we're starting to pull back." Ooro's feet dredged across the paneling as she retrieved the sword from earlier. "If that's the case, I'm going to need you to cover me while I carry Rylan." She spoke while reclaiming her cloak from the floor, and then tying it around the sword and onto her back. Unfortunately, I think I'm going to need this for later. "Will you help me?" her eyes were serious.
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Post by Allie on Oct 11, 2015 14:16:54 GMT -6
"Gee, thanks," Osseus muttered under his breath, trying to make his voice as inaudible as possible to hide his annoyance. He stuffed the stolen herbs back into Rylan's pocket, only to notice a potion being handed to him. Taking the potion into his hand, he tried to put it into his bag until he noticed an animal like woman, the same one he handed his canteen over to, rushing to both of their aid, eyeing the potion while holding her injured hand.
"Here you go," Osseus answered, heaving one coprse off of him and handing over the bright pink potion.
Osseus withdrew his array of daggers, ready to face whatever came his way. Hoping to get something in return, he shook off any fatigue he may have previously had and was ready to fight whatever fearens could get in his way. At least, the ones he could disable without any magical prowess.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 14:40:17 GMT -6
"Just leave me here. You'll be slowed down by me if you try moving me out of here. So long as I'm in the building I'll be fine. Plus, I've still got magic. I can protect myself."
He lied. He was nearly spent, magic wise. The prayer he had used to provide himself with magic was nearly depleted. He had one, maybe two magic orbs in him left and would otherwise be left to use his potions, not that he has anything useful left.
"Just, give me a dagger or something, just in case I need it."
Rylan looked around the room, seeing tables and chairs sprawled about amongst the dead bodies. Then, an idea sparked in Rylan's head.
"Ooro, hand me that sword you're holding."
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Post by nemi on Oct 11, 2015 16:02:52 GMT -6
"Just leave me here. You'll be slowed down by me if you try moving me out of here. So long as I'm in the building I'll be fine. Plus, I've still got magic. I can protect myself." He lied. He was nearly spent, magic wise. The prayer he had used to provide himself with magic was nearly depleted. He had one, maybe two magic orbs in him left and would otherwise be left to use his potions, not that he has anything useful left. "Just, give me a dagger or something, just in case I need it." Rylan looked around the room, seeing tables and chairs sprawled about amongst the dead bodies. Then, an idea sparked in Rylan's head. "Ooro, hand me that sword you're holding." Odessa followed the screams once the attacks died down...kind of. Eventually, they led her to a building. She found Osseus and Ooro by Rylan's side, and kneeled down in front of him. "I think...I can help." She focused on his, er, stump, and a glowed bandage had wrapped around his leg. Make this work. If she concentrates real hard, it will definitely work. Sweat was down dripping down her face, but she wouldn't stop. Hopefully Rylan wasn't feeling any pain, hopefully the magic wasn't taking away from the effect of the herbs. A broken nose is so easy to fix...but a leg...a leg... Much like she did for her sensory spell, she had to quickly pull out of the trance in pant. And much like before, the fearens don't freeze in place just because someone needs help. "Are you okay?" |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 16:30:48 GMT -6
"I'm fine, thank you. My leg is feeling much better."
Rylan looked over towards a chair and pointed towards it.
"See that chair? Bring it over here, and someone get me a blade of some sort."
Rylan's healing potion had finally kicked in, as well as Odessa's healing magic and he was able to think rationally again. It was amazing to see that three people whom he barely knew the names of, were trying so hard to help him.
"I'm going to fashion a sort of prosthetic out of the chair's legs."
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2015 17:46:27 GMT -6
Ooro's face seemed to flush slightly at the realization her interest in the potion was obvious. She accept it with a steady hand, "...Thank you." Her ears lowered as her head bowed, before recognizing the face. "Oh, that's right." Reaching around her belt, she unhooked the canteen and handed it to the man. "I refilled it on our way over. I'm Ooro, by the way," her gaze returned to Rylan who was now being assisted by one of the mages she saw earlier. Before speaking again, Ooro proceeded to uncork the vial and down it in one swig. Her eyes strayed to her hand, and she attempted to bend the fingers. ...No pain, at least. Yet, her unwillingness to remove the bandage stayed. She could overheard Rylan asking for the blade she had just wrapped, and with a puzzled look she stared at him. "I'm going to fashion a sort of prosthetic out of the chair's legs." Ooro let out a lighthearted chuckle, "Now you've calmed. To tell you the truth, I was keeping this to do the same later. Are you sure you can craft a sturdy enough one here?" she quirked a brow. "The wood here seems a tad bit flimsy, I'd be afraid it'd crush under your weight." The shrieks from the nearby fearen outside reminded her of the dire situation. "Besides, the group is starting to pull back. The fight is long from over, it would be fatal if we got separated. At least allow us to move you first," her head nodded to the two beside her. "Once we find a new spot, if you wish to- you can craft a makeshift there." |
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Post by otakrap on Oct 11, 2015 17:53:45 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. Gremlon smashed the winged fearen so hard he couldn't help Celty. The flames burned the rest of his sleeve off as he was soaring through the air. Just then a ringing went through his ears. He couldn't hear it but he could definitely see it. There was an explosion right behind him, a big one. He turned over to see just what happened that moment. "Big goblin..." his arm started to rot a bit. 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. This could have been Gremlon if he wasn't thrown in the air. He dropped himself as quick as he could in the middle of a once small gathering of sting fearen. "Get away from big goblin!" he screamed at the sting fearen that were now surrounding Urzul's body. Gremlon tried to rush towards Urzul's body, but before he could a sting fearen self destructed right in front of him. "Agh!!" He screamed while being forced back by the explosion. He had blood gushing from his chest. "I can't be defeated like big goblin..." He said to himself.  Gremlon struggled to get up. He then attempted to throw spikes at the sting fearen. No effect. That same sting fearen self-destructed in front him. His mask blew off of his face this time, but he didn't care about that now. Gremlon then tried to use his necromantic powers to throw a skull at the fearen. "So they're weak to necromancy" he said after defeating the sting fearen in one shot. "Then get out of my way!" He yelled as he rushed through the fearen with several skulls. After getting to Urzul's body he then surrounded himself in with the skulls and stopped to check if she was still alive. She wasn't. Gremlon would know when someone was dead being part necromancer.  "Big... goblin..." He started to rant while fending off the sting fearen with his skull circle. "This was so sudden... I didn't think it would end up like this before getting to know your name, but either way I still think we made a pretty good team, you and I. You know it's kinda funny, I never really had a companion to work with until you showed up. It was real cool being launched in the air screaming "Lets see how you deal with this!" and of course I couldn't do that without your help big goblin. I've heard in legends that some "Kama" guy was a hero. I haven't really seen any heroes... or at least I don't think I have. The closest thing I've seen to a hero was you big goblin, at least I think so. That's how I see it." Gremlon looked at his arm again as it began to rot even more, " Heh, we'll just have to see how I'm going to deal with... this..." His whole forearm was skeleton and his humerus was starting to rot as well. He saw another fraction of his life fade away right in front of his eyes.  "I wish I coulda fought with you more big goblin... but I guess there's not much helping that now." Gremlon said as he noticed part of Urzul's skull showing. "or perhaps." Gremlon said as he replaced Urzul's skull with another woman's skull. "I can... no... I will still keep fighting... just like we were..." Gremlon then put Urzul's skull under his feet in the center of the others skulls he was surrounding himself with. "Like we used to do... you'll launch me into the air..." he said as he spun Urzul's skull looking back at her body. Gremlon now lit his whole forearm on fire which required the rest of the matches he had on him at the time.  "Thank you... big goblin." he whispered as he then launched himself using all of the surrounding skulls and with Urzul's skull to boost the sole of his right foot. It wasn't the same, but it was all he had. He boosted into the air spreading out the other skulls to defeat the surrounding sting fearen. He aimed for more winged fearen and yelled one last time, "Now let's see... how you DEAL WITH THIS!!"  |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 17:55:27 GMT -6
"It doesn't matter if it's sturdy or not. It only has to last until the guild gets to safety. If you were to try and move me with all the fearen out there, it'd put all of us in danger, and I'm not willing to do that. Just hand me the chair. I'll use three of the legs and bind them together, they'll be able to support my weight better that way."
The demonic shrieks of the fearen were growing even closer. Rylan began to sweat.
"You hear that? We're running out of time! Just get me the damn chair!!! It'll take me 10 minutes at most to be on my fe- well..foot, again!"
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2015 18:13:52 GMT -6
"You hear that? We're running out of time! Just get me the damn chair!!! It'll take me 10 minutes at most to be on my fe- well..foot, again!" Ooro sighed, Rylan was obviously too stubborn to give in. She threw down the sword next to him and fetched him the chair- along with some more wood panelings just in case. "You work on binding the legs, I'll work on the cup to support your calf muscle," her hands swiftly began tearing the wood apart. "You don't actually think I'll leave you behind, right?" her eyes were stared him down. "To the other two, if you could give us a hand- it'd be much appreciated. Whatever you do, don't let those fearen in!," she returned to Rylan, "Just tell me anything else you need." Silently, she began her work. |
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 11, 2015 18:20:19 GMT -6
Fallen could hear an explosion go off, and the shrieking of the orc woman that had joined the guild.
"T-this is bad," Fallen said under his breath. We have to group up again. It was then that he remembered the inn that Arloth had pointed out. That's where they would group up. Looking around, Fallen knew that with the shape of his current bow (which was reminiscent of a long bow) he wouldn't be able to move and shoot at the same time. He'd have to make a run for it, or transmute his bow, which would take too much time considering the situation he was in.
In the distance, he could see the fox woman standing next to the Vishkanyan, staring up at a fleet of flying fearen. They weren't very far away, so he decided to link up with them and rejoin the other guild members together. With the enchantment from the Vishkanyan, Fallen was quickly able to close the distance between them. Upon arrival, he shouted "CLOSE YOUR EYES" and tossed a flash gem at the flyers.
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Post by Allie on Oct 11, 2015 18:50:32 GMT -6
Ooro sighed, Rylan was obviously too stubborn to give in. She threw down the sword next to him and fetched him the chair- along with some more wood panelings just in case. "You work on binding the legs, I'll work on the cup to support your calf muscle," her hands swiftly began tearing the wood apart. "You don't actually think I'll leave you behind, right?" her eyes were stared him down. "To the other two, if you could give us a hand- it'd be much appreciated. Whatever you do, don't let those fearen in!," she returned to Rylan, "Just tell me anything else you need." Silently, she began her work. "See if anything in there can help!" Osseus yelled as he threw his bag to the ground over to Ooro's direction. He basically stole anything and everything so whatever could be in there could help wonders. He then grabbed Odessas's arm and dragged her over to a good vantage point. "I need you to take out winged and stinger fearens, ok? I can take the hounds and bulks!" Osseus whispered to Odessa before stabbing a hound fearen that was just about to head into their direction. He held out the corpse of the hound to her, hoping to dear god she got what he meant by that. |
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