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Post by schribbit on Oct 12, 2015 15:45:34 GMT -6
"Well I had to make sure-" She was cut off by the need to look at her surroundings. The majority of the bulk behind them had been taken care of by herself and Gaynor, but due to focusing on them, there were more hounds than any other kind of fearen she could see. Five to her left, though they were still a ways back. An array of hounds and stingers were at the rear, about as far as the others comparatively. Otherwise there were- What the hell? podlike creatures with spikes- she had surely not seen those before. They were small but they were many. They tailed behind at the rear.
"We need to move, now! Before they close in!"
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Post by not u on Oct 12, 2015 15:56:32 GMT -6
Enoch looked back, swinging his glaive again to try and keep some distance between themselves and the closest fearen. "I barely have any magic left, but I can speed us up for a short amount of time, just to get some distance between us and them." Hopefully enough distance.
"As soon as I cast this, run as fast as you can. Every second is precious." He readied up another Haste spell, casting it on the both of them and shouting, "Move!"
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Post by titee on Oct 12, 2015 15:57:28 GMT -6
"W-wait for me!" Manasa called out. She turned to face the new type of fearen, not knowing how to go about attacking to. Manasa whipped out another dagger and threw it at the new combatant. The dagger made contact with the fearen, digging into one of its large back hands. It staggered back as Manasa's poison began to take effect. the poison would not kill it, but at least stagger it and give Manasa and her ally a chance to escape to the in.
As she fled back towards the inn, Manasa counted the daggers she still had on hand. One... two... three... four... only four more shots. Not only that, but the aura she casted on her allies had worn off as well, returning them to their normal strength.
As she and the goblin pushed forwards she ran back into the group that passed her before. The time mage and swordsman were being approached by a group of new fearen. This wasn't good. Manasa had already decided her top priority was making sure her goblin ally stayed safe, but she couldn't just ignore this.
"Little goblin, go to the inn with those two, I'll hold them off until you're all safe!"
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Post by schribbit on Oct 12, 2015 16:02:59 GMT -6
"Got it!" She ran as fast as she could, nearing the inn, Enoch matching her strides. Her sprinting took her past a stinger, one that had been a ways in front of them, and another hound, though it had what looked to be an eye above it. What even was that? It was the closest to the inn compared to all the other fearen, and rather unluckily, Daryn's abnormally fast sprint had now become normal again.
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Post by Evan on Oct 12, 2015 17:32:12 GMT -6
 (( Here's a quick layout of everyone's current position. The surroundings represent my mental image of the situation, and may not accurately portray the scene. That said, the position of every character is based on their actions relative to the structures and situations that have been established. A lot of people are in kind of random spots because they are heading toward the inn, but have not reached it yet. Corpses and fearen excluded.  )) |
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Post by otakrap on Oct 12, 2015 18:04:17 GMT -6
"Little goblin, go to the inn with those two, I'll hold them off until you're all safe!" Upon hearing this Gremlon replied, "Thanks! I could really use some cover right now!" He then rushed behind her heading straight towards the inn. "It's a good thing there's someone there to-" as Gremlon was saying out loud a group of hound fearen teleported beside him, "AH!" It looked as if the bone on his arm was the treat to the hounds, "Whoa-oa-oa!! Back off! uuhhhhhhh... How do I go any faster than this?" Gremlon pondered to himself while running away, then reached into his bag. "heh... big goblin... oh right!" Gremlon jumped and put the skull underneath his feet as if he was doing some sort of skateboard/snowboard "stalefish". "See ya later" he said as the skull suddenly blasted him towards the inn at a much higher speed than expected, "suckaaaaAAAA-." Gremlon zoomed by so fast he couldn't control himself. The next moment he wound up hitting his head against a wood wall section of the inn, "-AGH." |
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Post by not u on Oct 12, 2015 18:31:12 GMT -6
Enoch's run returned to normal right after Daryn's, looking over at her. "I'm sorry, that's all I got, we're almost there though!" he shouted, turning his focus forward and noticing the odd fearen. What is that? It appeared to be a hound, with another piece hovering over it. An eye? "Daryn, do you see that???" The beast bounded towards them, leaping through a portal and immediately closing that gap between it and the pair. The eye-like appendage spun wildly, locking onto one of the many fearen that had been tailing them. The figure of the hound wavered, beginning to morph into a shape he hadn't ever seen before this new wave. Enoch grit his teeth, taking the opportunity to clumsily swing his glaive once more to try and beat it back, leaving himself open for the new form to retaliate with its claws. His vision was suddenly filled with spots and his body was hurled backwards , mind going blank. The man let out a pained grunt as the wind was knocked out of him as his back hit the ground. Slowly he sat up, blinking a few times to reorient himself, his blurry vision shifting down to his chest. Three large gashes ripped through his cloak and dug into his torso, blood spilling into the fabric. It hurts. He clutched his hand over the deepest one, standing unsteadily to his feet. "D-Daryn...?" he grunted, wondering if she ran ahead. He had to get going. Focused so intently on trying to push back the pain, he hadn't yet taken notice of the fearen's illusion clouding his vision , taking a couple shaky steps forward into the nightmare he was being plunged into. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 12, 2015 18:41:35 GMT -6
((Here are some new fearens for you all to fight created by Rannie/titee: Skinwalker Fearen The skinwalker can transform into any humanoid its seen, though not perfectly, and parrot human speech (though it had no concept of language.) It also produces oil from its body. The oil is highly flammable, making them weak to fire but also making anything they touch flammable, so using fire on them is a gamble. They are also good climbers. Tick Fearen The tick attaches to dead bodies via the spinal cord and then puppets it around. The puppeted body lack coordination and stumbles like a zombie. They have hard outer shells which makes attacking their bodies almost useless, but their tails are their weak point. They come in large hoards and are present wherever dead bodies are.)) |
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Post by titee on Oct 12, 2015 18:45:55 GMT -6
ILL PUT SOMETHING HERE
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Post by schribbit on Oct 12, 2015 18:49:51 GMT -6
Daryn witnessed Enoch taking a few steps forward toward the fearen that had just attacked him. He had a distant look in his eye.
"Enoch, no!" She grabbed him back, shaking him a bit, "We have to go! Snap out of it!" He wasn't responding, though his expression was twisted in pain.
"Gah, dammit!" There was nothing else she could do but drag him away, but before she could do that she had to defeat the fearen before her. It looked like a man, and she had no idea what kind of attacks it was weak to, but she had to do something. She charged in front of her, leaving Enoch unattended but in her peripheral vision. She sliced back and forth with as much force as she could despite her weakening body. She had fought too many bulk...
Luckily for Daryn, the man-shaped fearen could barely do anything before it was destroyed. It's weak to melee, then. Must make a note of that.. Enoch's pained face reentered her mind.
"Enoch, are you alright?" she made her way back to him.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 12, 2015 19:49:45 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!" Celty managed to snap herself out of her hysteria. She swiped at the tears in her eyes and forced herself to get on her feet. "R-Right." She managed to say. She quickly put her clothes back on, preparing herself for when she did find her son. With that, she place her gloves in her back pockets and morphed her hands into claws. "I'm going to search the surrounding area to see where he might have gone." She slashed at a fearen that got too close and bared her teeth at it. Retreating back to the hole, she sniffed around where she had found her clothes. She still couldn't pick up a scent, but noticed this time a small set of footprints leading out of the hole. She followed them quickly, trying to be as discrete as possible. The footsteps continued on towards a small shack not a hundred yards away. It was here that she noticed a second set of prints emerge: the prints of a hound. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she quickened her pace. She caught the scent of Oxy's blood, mixed with that of the hound's, and her emotions began to over take her again. She scrambled into the hut, where she saw bright blood splattered along the walls. She raised her hands to her mouth and tried not to cry out. After taking a few shaky breaths, she tried to pick up the trail again. She tentatively approached the wall and sniffed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that the scent wasn't Oxy's, but the fearen's. This, however, only left her in a state of confusion. Where was her son? Why was there so much blood? She started off at the splatter of blood on the wall and watched to see where it dripped to the floor. She noticed then that the drops of blood continued, followed by a large drag mark as though the body of the fearen were being moved. She continued along the trail, eventually being led outside once more. Her ears pricked as she caught the sound of a child crying in the wind. "...Oxy?" The crying stopped for a moment before a few barely held in choking sounds were heard. Celty snuck around another wall of the shack, preparing herself for the worst. She wasn't expecting this, however, and her hand flew to her mouth in shock.  "M-Mama?" Oxy looked up at her with tears in his eyes. The body of a hound fearen lay near his feet, closer to that a hole the child seemed to have been digging. "Mama I-I...I didn't mean to." Celty just stood there, staring at the fearen. She knew her son could be violent in certain circumstances, but she never knew he was capable of killing anything. Unable to think of anything else, she asked, "Wha....what are you doing?" Oxy looked at his hands, which were covered in dirt and fearen blood, and then looked back at the hole. "Burying it." Celty leaned down next to him, trying not to seem as shaken as she felt. "Honey...we don't do that with their kind." Oxy stared at the fearen and sniffed. "You'd do it for me." Celty, at a loss for words once more, put her gloves onto her hands and held them out to her son. "Oxy, it's not safe. It's time to go now." Oxy stared back at the fearen one last time before running up to Celty and burying himself in her arms. "I-I d-didn't want to hurt it!" Celty held him close, ignoring the battle around them for the moment and not paying attention to see if anyone could see them. "Shhhh, its okay. You did what you had to. It's over now. You're safe." |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 12, 2015 20:11:27 GMT -6
((Here's another fearen to fight made by Trevor/MonkeyandMooseInc: Spore Fearen  This is a Spore Fearen. They lay together in patches of 6 to 10 and wait until an unfortunate soul gets to close. The small buds open up and out burst the Spore Fearen, usually averaging around 8 feet tall.
They try using people's surprise as an opportunity to consume them and tear them apart with their large fangs and swallow them to use as fertilizer.
Then tend to get combatted with fire, but when they are burned, they release spores that immediately begin growing when they come in contact with the ground. An unwary fire mage could get overwhelmed quite quickly.
They're extremely weak to ice magic and bladed weapons.))
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 12, 2015 20:36:52 GMT -6
Rylan prepared another small orb to dispose of the other hound fearen who were slowly edging closer.
"You three, head towards the inn! We need to regroup there!!"
Rylan launched the small orb at the fearen. As it was about to hit the ground, one of the fearen jumped through a portal. The small orb erupted into a ball of fire, pushing the fearen through the portal faster than it anticipated, while partially burning and wounding the other fearen. Rylan's left side was hit with the full weight of the hound fearen, who had come through it's portal far faster than it had anticipated.
Rylan was knocked to the ground and the fearen was sent a few feet forward, letting out a small yelp. It appeared to have broken it's leg upon impact with the ground.
Looks like we're in the same boat. Except I have a fake leg...
Rylan begun picking himself up off the ground when both fearen started charging at him at full speed, one from the front and one to his left.
Ooooooh this is baaaaaaaaaaad!!
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Post by Penguin on Oct 12, 2015 23:02:28 GMT -6
Nicolas' thunder was about to hit the two sting fearens but they exploded before it could. Nicolas fell int the ground and landed in his arm
" AAAAAAAH!"
His arm hurt alot. He looked around him to see if any fearens were nearby. He didnt saw any fearens nearby for now but he saw a corpse. A very familiar corpse
"N-no..."
" It cant be ..."
His face suddendly became dark. Meanwhille, two hound fearens were getting closer and closer to Nicolas.
Nicolas turned around and saw them.
He couldnt do anything, he stayed still,next to the corpse.
" B-big brother...?"
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Post by norimo on Oct 13, 2015 1:18:44 GMT -6
((There are two cuts in this. Make sure you click both to read it all!)) Rylan had skillfully taken out two of the pack members while Odessa disarmed the horde that had trailed behind them. Her ears twitched upon hearing a thud against the plain, and she had turned over to see that one of the hounds had pounced Rylan. Her feet had dashed toward him, her hands gripping the hilt of the blade tightly. I'm not skilled with a blade, but if I'm just fast enough-!
"Stay down!" her voice cried out to signal Rylan. As quickly as she could, she had stood over Rylan- standing right in between the fearen that charged. While she swung at the beast to his front and successfully stuck it down, the one at his left had sunk its jaw into her left arm. Instinctively, she let out a shriek of pain, and in a panic had let go of the sword with her left and only gripped at it with her right. The hand holding the blade swayed to the beast and slashed at its neck. Its body fell limp, and the grip of its teeth loosened on her arm. As of the moment, it would seem the fearen that surrounded them were done for. Despite the injury she had just received, she promptly stepped over back to Rylan's side, and offered him a hand to stand up again. However, when trying to be of assistance, the wound stung and pricked at her before she hurriedly drew it back. The sword dropped from her hand, and she reached into her pouch to pull out her needle once more. With a heavy sigh, all she could do was stitch herself for now. Once again she had torn at her cloak, and wrapped it around her upper arm. With the fearen around them slain, she could see what laid ahead. The other combatants had begun to gather at the inn, but just as she could see who... Her ears caught sound of a familiar voice.
 Enoch! When focusing her vision, Ooro saw the mage be cut down by one of the fearen. Thankfully- Daryn had been nearby to escort him to safety after his hit. I need to help him! Without thinking, her feet moved forward to try and frantically catch up to the pair. Yet, she hadn't taken note that just because Daryn had slain the one that attacked him; that there might be more within the proximity. Just as Ooro gained a few feet ahead of the group, a mage fearen had descended from a nearby building. She turned around and saw its leering claws swipe downward. She plunged forward as to try and jump out of its range, but to no avail. It had grazed her back lightly, and soon her consciousness became overwhelmed as her body hit the ground... As her body laid dormant, she had a vision. One where darkness blurred her sight. Her eyelids were open, yet nothing seem to take shape in front of her. What is this...? No matter how hard she squinted, it seemed as though there was nothing to be found. Slowly, she moved her body and dredged through the void. She stopped. She scanned to her left, and then her right once more. Nothing. Walk again. Stop again. Walk again. Their was nothing to be heard either. In the distance, something seemed to form, a slender figure with long hair...  A familiar face. Her body had frozen in place as the figure had stared at her. Ooro's heart had felt as if it had ceased to beat. ...I do not want to remember that face.
Yet, she stands upright, and tilts her head back. Her eyelids begin to narrow, "Are you not going to speak?" No reply. "I know you want to say something," Ooro's voice beckoned to the ghostly apparition. It says nothing, and continues to look on at her. Its eyes blink. "You can move. I see that. That means your mouth must move too," her face hardens. The silence between them only grows, and she takes a step towards them. As she moves forward, a sudden burst of commotion erupts. Her hands instinctively move to her ears as the voices ring throughout the darkness. "Say something!"
The ghost's lips do not move, and as more time seems to pass, the voices in the back become ear-splitting. I knew you wouldn't say anything! I KNEW IT! Ooro's thoughts become louder while waiting, they scream back at her. I KNEW IT!
The hand that was wrapped bursts through the fabric, and tears at the figure frantically. She looks to her palm, and knows this time, that it had changed. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her lips are pursed. The hand seemed irrelevant now that she was consumed with rage. It becomes apparent that she had fought off an illusion, made to confuse or trap her.  Instead, for the first time in years, Ooro had felt the efforts of another were absolutely frivolous. ...How stupid. It seems that out of all the memories it could have used to capture her; it had chosen the worst in terms of attempted imprisonment. Something like that- how could I not act out against it? The darkness fades, and her sight returns to her. She had woken up, with her hand still wrapped. |
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