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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 19:13:04 GMT -6
Rylan managed to smile at Ooro, even in such a stressful situation. "Thank you very much." With that, Rylan took the sword and began to hack off the legs of the chair. He took one of the legs he wasn't planning on using and began to try and bend it in half to see how sturdy it is. The wood began snapping, once Rylan was really trying. Seems sturdy enough....not to mention the spell that Manasa had used...Rylan took out the bottle of casting paste he had used earlier and tore the bottom of his robe off. He poured the casting paste onto the strip of cloth and wrapped it around the chair legs. He tore more of the cloth away, until his robe looked like a long shirt. Once I heat the casting paste, it should be pretty durable..Rylan said a short prayer, different from the ones prior. His eyes glowed a fiery red, as did his hands. He placed his hands around the peg leg and began to heat it. After three minutes, it was completely dry. Rylan picked up the peg leg and banged it against the wall. The peg leg still completely in tact. "Ah, perfect." Rylan pressed the peg leg into his stump by pressing it against the wall, and wrapped the rest of the cloth around it as tightly as he could. He then poured what was left of the casting paste onto his stump and peg leg and began to heat it. After about 5 more minutes of hearing the fearen screeching and knowing he'd be back into a full blown battle once he stepped out the door, the leg was dried onto his stump. He kicked it against the wall as hard as he could. It didn't budge. "Haha!! Fantastic!" Rylan was clearly pleased with this accomplishment, partially because of the fact he wasn't even sure it would work. Rylan walked around the room, getting used to walking with this new leg. "Well, I suppose it's better than nothing. Well." His hands erupted into roaring flames, his eyes a blood red. "Shall we?"  |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2015 19:40:37 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. Celty closed her eyes at the order, a blinding flash going off not a moment later. Even though her eyes had been closed, she still saw spots when she opened them again. The fearens seemed confused by the blast, running into each other and batting their wings wildly. Celty took this chance and, thinking ahead this time, warned her comrades of her plan. "I'm going to change into one of them to attack them from the inside! You two get towards the inn, I can take them. And besides," She stared off in the distance where Oxy was buried, "if we're heading that way, I'd like to retrieve my son on my own." With that, she focused her eyes on the flying fearen, mapping out its appearance quickly before shooting up into the sky. She began slashing at them, and in their confusion, they started to turn on each other just like the hounds did, unsure which was the fake. |
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Post by titee on Oct 11, 2015 19:55:12 GMT -6
"A g-goblin?" Suddenly, the protection of whoever this little goblin was became Manasa's first priority. She searched the field frantically for wherever they could be, though she didn't need to look long. Rocketing through the air, straight at the line of fearen few the tiny, unmistakable body of a goblin. No! Don't go towards them! Manasa wanted to pull the goblin away from battle and coddle and protect them, just like a child.
Manasa clamped her eyes shut. As she did so, the enchantment on her sword began to fade off, returning her to her normal state. She felt weak, vulnerable. How long did the aura on her allies have left? What would happen then?
Manasa could not protect everybody.
As the flash subsided Manasa opened her eyes. Before her was the tiny goblin, wretched with emotion over the death of his companion. He was so much like the others, her group of goblins that looked to her for protection and safety.
Manasa could protect somebody. The goblin before her... she would do whatever she could to keep them safe.
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Post by norimo on Oct 11, 2015 20:21:53 GMT -6
"Thank you," she replied to the dark-haired man. "And you too, miss," her head bowed at the mage. "Well, I suppose it's better than nothing. Well." His hands erupted into roaring flames, his eyes a blood red. "Shall we?" Ooro nodded, shooting a him a smirk, "Impressive work, let's get going then!" Her eyes turned to the outside, diligently scoping out the best possible path for them to catch up with the others. When she decided on a direction, she turned to the three, "Northeast!" her nail point in the direction, mimicking a swiveling path, "Past the rubble and towards the inn!" She could spot Alroth standing atop it, "Whatever you do, don't go inside it! We're just trying to meet up with the rest!" knowing Alroth's nature, one could imply the structure was about to become rubble under the pixie's tiny wrath... how frightening. Before heading out the door, she hurriedly took hold of the sword once again. When it came to her ability to use a sword; Ooro had barely any. However, it was better than going in unarmed at this point. "I'll do my best to get us in the right direction, but please do your best to cover me!" With that being said, she promptly dashed out of the room, but made sure her movements were at a decent enough pace for them to stay grouped. There were a group of fearen that awaited them at one of the run-down establishments on the path. A pack of hounds to be precise- anticipating their attacks and snarling with their teeth bared. "Looks like we've hit a wall, get ready!" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2015 20:53:21 GMT -6
Celty finished confusing the flying fearens enough to manage to slip away. She hoped her teammates had enough time with the distraction she provided to make their escape towards the inn. Morphing back into one of the hounds to blend in, she ran towards where she had buried Oxy. She quickly changed back into her main form and called to him in an anxious tone.
"Oxy, mama's here, its time to come out now."
She waited for a reply, tensed as she noticed a few winged fearen beginning to circle near by. She dipped her head into the hole and called out in a small whisper, "Oxy...?"
It was then she noticed her clothes bunched up in the hole, abandoned. She reached in and pulled them out frantically, hoping to find him underneath. But he wasn't there.
Her breathing quickened and she started to panic, clutching her clothes in her hands and looking around the landscape. She began screaming.
"OXY!! OXY!!" She didn't even care if any fearens saw her anymore. "OXY WHERE ARE YOU!"
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 11, 2015 21:15:54 GMT -6
Rylan was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the others at first. This leg is going to take a lot more time to get used to.
The hound fearen looked ready to strike at any moment. Rylan made a small orb of fire in between his hands, waiting for the fearen to attack. Suddenly, two of them began rushing the small group. As they were closing in, Rylan held out his hands, and from the small ball of fire erupted a flamethrower, completely engulfing the two fearen. You could hear their cries of anguish, even over the crackling flames. By the time Rylan stopped, the hound fearen were nothing but ashes.
It appeared that the other hound fearen were prepared to attack, after the loss of their pack members.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 11, 2015 22:46:14 GMT -6
Daryn, not waiting for Enoch to respond (his tired expression said it all), yelled toward the one barking attacks. "Dude, I've taken down ten bulk, I think I know what I need to be doing!" She boasted, readying her sword for another bulk- this time completely without the help of Enoch's time magic. He looked too worn out for that. Without time on her side, she decided she needed a new plan of action to take a bulk down. "Gaynor, can you assist me with this one?" she called out. It'd be safer that way. "Aye," Gaynor nodded, each bulk the two swordswoman approached were slashed at twice-- once by Daryn who broke through the beasts armor, and once again by Gaynor who finished the monster off for good. This pattern held for 2 more bulks before Gaynor felt the wear on her strength and focus. Through the course of battle, she herd a familiar voice call in her direction, she turned around briefly to see what the commotion was about. Enoch pointed to the sky were Celty had appeared to be carried off, she hesitated for a moment before taking a step in the direction, but it seemed the goblin man from before handled it before she could have.....not like she could have done much as this point, however. She could make up a few fire arrows to shoot but it wouldn't help if the mother fell to the ground without her aid; not to mention, Gaynor's aim wasn't the best, she wouldn't trust herself enough to make such a crucial throw without the chance of hitting her teammate. She sighed in relief as the globlin took the job on for himself. 'Pulling Back? We just started!'; at least, that was the original thought that came to Gaynor's mind, but he was right in a since, although it wasn't time to pull back from the battle, it was wise to regroup in one general area and come up with a more structured plan with more people on board. She wasn't used to being in a team effort like this, she could do many great things by herself, but not knowing what other's will do will hinder her plans. In situations like these, she could accept getting order's barked at her. She signaled Daryn to follow Alroth's orders and fight with everyone's backs to the building, she held her ground in that area for a while, assisting the other's with what she had left of her power. Taking a small step back to take a breath, she heard yet another voice echo from a little ways away. It sounded like the mother from before, it seems as though she escaped from the claws of the fearen but seemed to be in trouble once more. Gaynor looked in her direction to see no one around her as she seemed very distressed. Gaynor thought the worst, "Carry on, I'll return." she yelled as she dashed to Celty.
Once she arrived, she looked around the area to assess what was going on but she noticed.....................nothing? |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 11, 2015 22:56:20 GMT -6
Celty saw Gaynor approach and quickly rushed to meet her, the mother's eyes wild with fear.
"I-I don't know where he is." she cried, shaking as she eyes the flying fearens from above that continued to circle them. She didn't know why they weren't attacking them yet, but was currently too emotional to be able to read their movements properly. "I-I made a spot for him here." She pointed towards the hole where Oxy had been hiding. "There's no blood anywhere a-and I can't pick up his scent." She buried her face in her clothes and began to sob. "I shouldn't have left him! I shouldn't have joined this group! He's probably dead now and I-I don't know...I don't know what to do if he is!" She collapsed onto the ground in front of Gaynor. The flying fearen's were starting to close in.
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 12, 2015 2:21:51 GMT -6
Kama found himself faced up against three hound fearens. They began to circle around him, using their after-image illusion abilities to make it difficult to pin down where exactly they were. He began to worry that he might need help figuring out a way to hit them, but his worries were quickly washed away as he noticed that he was glowing gold thanks to the dance that Manasa performed. He could feel his old body getting lighter as he said to himself with a wide smirk on his face "This is more like it. It's been over fifty years since I've felt this fast... fifty long years..."
The ancient hero was now back to his former speed, and although it was only momentarily, this was more than enough to deal with the fearens that stood before him. It was time for his once legendary speed to return to the battlefield once again.
A hound fearen quickly jumped at him from behind, only giving him a moment to react, but a moment was all he needed. As the hound fearen bit down to injure the old man all of a sudden...
Kama vanished.
Left. Behind. In front. Right. Above. Kama was dashing all over the place attacking them from all angles, moving so quickly that they could hardly even see where he was. Before the hound fearens could perform another attack Kama killed one of them by slashing it's side. Another hound fearen jumped into a portal to attack him from behind, only to realize that Kama was behind it by the time it came out of the other end of the portal and cut it in half. The last of the three attempted to jump away to hit Kama with a sonic howl from a distance, but Kama quickly used magic to multiply his dagger and threw the daggers at his opponent defeating the last of the three fearens that he was up against. There were plenty more fearens to fight though.
As the never ending swarm continued to attack the guild Kama noticed Alroth's plan to group up near an inn and Kama agreed with the plan "Shadow Slayers group up near the inn! Meelee fighters stand further away from the inn and protect the mages, ranged fighters, and support! Mages focus on the winged fearen, and I'm gonna need anyone with throwing knives or arrows to take out sting fearens as fast as possible because their self destruct attacks can ruin our formation! Everyone else take care of the bulk and hound fearens!"
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Post by Evan on Oct 12, 2015 5:16:45 GMT -6
That was more like it. Alroth had really only been talking to the three nearest him when pointing out the inn. He never expected everyone else on the battlefield to join in, but it was a welcomed outcome.
Alroth maintained his role as a defensive front, stepping a few feet forward and pushing the nearby fearen back as much as possible. If the others joined in, they could form a formidable perimeter and hopefully ride this thing out without anyone else getting hurt - though at this rate, Alroth would be powerless before too long. The pixie inside could fight well, but not for especially long periods of time. This situation was even worse, because the sheer amount of fearen meant that there were no times for breaks between kills. The pixie herself was in good stamina, but her magical energy continued to deplete. If this fight didn't end soon - and it didn't look like it was going to - Alroth would have to swap out and rest at some point.
For the mean time, he was going to put up a hell of a fight.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 12, 2015 8:55:19 GMT -6
As Celty fell to the ground in despair, Gaynor quickly bent down to her level and held the worried mother's shoulders, forcing Celty to look into Gaynor's eyes. She knew the feeling oh too well, the uncertainty of where a mother's child was.....it was unbearable. "Children," Gaynor began, "They wander. Sometimes they do so at the wrong times."  She shook Celty, as if to break her trance, "Your child is alright, but sitting here isn't going to help find them!" She encouraged, Gaynor then lifted herself to her feet and looked at the beasts who came nearer and nearer. Gaynor held out her hand and crafted a bow and arrow out of fire as she did with her sword. She aimed at the closest enemy and shot the arrow into it's side. Her aim wasn't spot on, but it was enough to have the monster fall to the ground where she can set it ablaze-- which she did. She looked back at Celty before heading to the next enemy "Protect your damn child!" |
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Post by otakrap on Oct 12, 2015 11:58:30 GMT -6
Out of complete rage, Gremlon smashed three flying fearen with one blow of his blazing skull smashing the skull apart in the process. While about to hunt for more flying fearen he then heard and saw: Upon arrival, he shouted "CLOSE YOUR EYES" and tossed a flash gem at the flyers. The flash was brighter than Gremlon, bright enough to snap him out of his anger. He then noticed that there were others at the battlefield. Gremlon wasn't alone in the battlefield like he imagined at the time: She searched the field frantically for wherever they could be, though she didn't need to look long. Gremlon descended to the ground only to encounter a fearen he has never seen before. This fearen was tall, had wings, and giant claws attached to it's back. "I can take any of you on!" Gremlon shouted to the fearen as he took out spikes and tossed them at the strange fearen. This damaged the fearen a bit. "Alright then, time for the finishing blow!" he then shouted as he used the rest of his blazing fist to strike the strange fearen. His flames were absorbed. The fearen healed itself upon impact. "W-wha" before Gremlon could continue the fearen attempted to strike him with one of it's giant claws. Gremlon jumped back barely dodging the attack. "Phew, that could have been the end of me..." Gremlon then grabbed his bag for more materials. "I- I'm out!!" he said when he noticed that he didn't have anything left to fight with. The strange fearen then lifted it's arm running with electricity. Gremlon then picked up his mask... "Okay then..." "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Gremlon said as he fled towards the tall building the others were at. ((and with that I introduce you all to new fearen. The Mage Fearen's design was mostly Jay's idea, the other two are my own. ((I also have gotten jay's approval for these fearen)) Hope you like the new fearen ideas!))  |
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Post by nemi on Oct 12, 2015 13:43:48 GMT -6
Odessa nodded, and got in a ready position. She couldn't use her sensory spell now--the healing magic took a toll on her body. "Alright. I think my magic coming back," she lied. "I should be able to handle them." Her magic's been tested like this before...maybe. But nothing has gone to waste. Yes, that's true.
The winged fearens aimed at their meal. Odessa quickly shot out three thunderbolts to kill and handicap the flock while traveling with her group. "I'll try to...try to..." She snapped out of it. Ooro, Rylan, and Osseus needed each other, including herself. "Let's keep moving." She said, shooting the stingers.
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Post by schribbit on Oct 12, 2015 15:08:55 GMT -6
"Aye, Cap'n!"
Hearing all the orders to gather at the inn, Daryn started to make her way there. She darted around fallen fearen, sometimes hopping over, tumbling, and starting back on her feet. It all looked rather clumsy, but she'd like to think she looked cool. She turned around to see if Enoch was following her, and as she did, a hound began to make its way towards her. She did not notice this.
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Post by not u on Oct 12, 2015 15:39:05 GMT -6
"Aye, Cap'n!" Hearing all the orders to gather at the inn, Daryn started to make her way there. She darted around fallen fearen, sometimes hopping over, tumbling, and starting back on her feet. It all looked rather clumsy, but she'd like to think she looked cool. She turned around to see if Enoch was following her, and as she did, a hound began to make its way towards her. She did not notice this. Enoch ran after Daryn, somewhat amused as he watched her clumsily bounding over the bodies of the fearen Alroth slaughtered. Once they regrouped at the inn, he hoped they'd be able to strengthen their stand against the fearen. They were already wavering, and as far as he knew there had already been one or two casualties. He nodded to Daryn as she glanced back at him, noticing one of the hounds approaching her other side. "On your left!!" he shouted, running forward and swinging his glaive, holding it as far from his body as possible to make contact with it. He injured it with the sharp edge of the pole arm with that clumsy swing, sending it reeling back temporarily. "Daryn. Pay attention, we're not in the clear yet!" They'd waited too long after Alroth cleared the way, and some fearen, a couple he'd never seen before, were returning to the area. |
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