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Post by not u on Oct 13, 2015 16:07:54 GMT -6
Enoch surveyed the situation at the inn as they arrived. Alroth stood alone, continuing to take on hordes of fearen by himself. Ooro and the goblin stood nearby, looking exhausted and injured from battle. Ooro appeared especially distant, and he couldn't help wondering if she's been attacked by those strange fearen as well.
But besides these three, nobody else had made it. "I thought more people would be here," he worried, a pit forming in his stomach as his brain raced through their possible locations and fates.
Enoch could feel his undershirt and robes sticking to his chest from the drying blood. Glancing down at the gashes, he examined them carefully. Not too deep. I'll take care of it later. He nodded in response to Daryn, assuming a casting stance.
"I can't do much but I'll help in any way I can."
Enoch immediately cast a Slow spell on the incoming fearen, putting up a barrier around the small party to shield them from the onslaught of elemental attacks from above. Unfortunately his magic was still incredibly low, only having recovered a small amount during his time unconscious. The barrier would have to be top priority.
He frowned in frustration, changing his grip on his glaive and assuming a more offensive stance. Enoch would assist them in any way he could.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 16:40:46 GMT -6
Celty approached fallen, Oxy on her back.
"We have to get to the inn! There is no time to stop right now." She slung Gaynor's other arm around her shoulder, Oxy slipping farther down on her back to allow room. "Gaynor is injuried and I am not leaving my son again out here. We can come back and help later, but right now we can't afford to get involved in anything else!" She started to move forward without waiting for Fallen's response. "You can stay and help if you want, but I'm getting this woman to a safer area."
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 13, 2015 16:51:02 GMT -6
"R-right." Fallen adjusted his grip on Gaynor, and together with Celty, moved forward. He had to hope that Mimisko had enough sense to join them.
The inn was mere feet away. They had made it.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 17:05:42 GMT -6
Celty backed up against the building, putting Oxy and Gaynor on the wall behind her. She turned towards her foes, taking off her gloves and snarling at the fearens as they approached her. She felt incredibly weak now that she had a moment to assess her physical standing. Her body was beaten and bruised, cuts and slashes decorating her legs and arms like a sick pattern. She noticed her hands were having trouble keeping their morphed shape, and she knew any full transformations would be a bad idea in her current state. Still, looking at the faces of the guild, at the face of her child staring up at her, she felt a final surge of energy come over her.
Correcting her stance, she prepared herself for the remainder of the fight, glancing at Gaynor. If the woman who had sworn to protect her son couldn't fight, then by god she'd protect her until she was able to stand again. With that, she lunged forward, slashing at whatever came in contact with her claws.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 13, 2015 17:30:46 GMT -6
Mimisko feels honestly awful that she couldn't defeat the fearens. She does what Karma says and ran to Fallen and the others in the Inn. She ran as fast as she could to get to the others.
Mimisko was not fully prepared for this to happened.
"Of all times to pass out....this is the absolute worst!!"
Luckily, Mimisko has made it. However, she is very scared yet she wanted to help
"Karma...everyone....Mama.... I'm so sorry....I let everyone down..."
Mimisko began to breakdown on the floor.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 13, 2015 18:21:56 GMT -6
Gaynor opened her eyes to a blur, she could make out a few figures battling in front of her but not much more. She felt the sharp pain in her upper right arm where the the ice spear hit, the woman winced slightly as the pain continued to course through. She held her hand on the wound, attempting to apply pressure to ease the pain.
Her vision then returned to her, she was covered in ash as a result to the blast she made and her right arm covered in her own blood. She smiled grimly, "Nora, looks like you got pretty beat up, huh?" Gaynor said in reference to herself, "Looks like you need to sharpen up a lil."
Gaynor shakily stood herself up, using the wall of the building to guide her. The warrior then looked down to her left as she noticed the child next to her, ahh, the child is safe... she thought, this gave her enough determination to continue fighting. She couldn't gather enough strength to form any weapons, but she could.....try to spew some basic fire attacks if she tired hard enough-- she joined the rest of the guild in their fight against the fearen, it was very apparent she wasn't ready to go full force, but enough to lend a hand in any way she could.
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Post by norimo on Oct 13, 2015 18:32:59 GMT -6
"Hey you over there! You have any materials I could use to figh-" as he began to speak he felt a sudden spark of pain in his chest. "AGH..." Ooro's ears perked as she glanced to see a goblin waving down her attention and calling out. Her eyebrow raised as he reached to an abrupt halt in the middle of his sentence. He let out an exasperated groan as a deep scarlet bled through his tunic. "Y-yes!" she sputtered out, rather flabbergasted that the creature didn't even take his injury in consideration beforehand. She was exhausted, but there was a job that needed to be done. Her hands pushed down on his shoulders to urge him to take a seat as she held her needle into view. Carefully, she held up the goblin's upper garment to inspect the damage on his abdomen. Looking at it closely, there was a slit of formidable size across his chest. It doesn't look like his internal organs are damaged, luckily... With a bit of a sullen expression, her eyes drooped as she removed the cloak around her back again. Its foresty-green color had been muddled with the brown of the dried blood. I had really started to like this... Using a corner that was untouched, she wiped away the red that trickled from the wound. Taking a bit more thought this time, she bound the ends of the flesh together a bit slower to ensure its accuracy. This one could get ugly if it came undone. After lowering his garment over his stomach again, she noticed that his arm was completely bone. What the...!? While her face was littered with obvious concern, it occurred to her the goblin seemed to take no mind in the arm at all. So does that mean he's okay...? Surely, if that had bothered him, he'd be screaming in agony right now. "Try not to move your torso too quickly. The cut is a good size, and if it opens again, your insides may be in trouble," her head nodded. Hopefully, the battle would be over soon so he could just rest properly and let nature take its course. In fact, everyone could use that at the moment. In the distance, a voice could be heard... It was Kama's- and by the looks of it he was wreaking havoc on the battlefield... and himself. This was all going downhill, and fast. Her comrades needed help still, and she needed to do something. Kama was getting seriously injured, and they couldn't go on without their leader. Ooro turned to look at Ry- Rylan!?
Rylan, along with the rogue member, had become trapped in a nightmare just as she became earlier. She saw the mage fearen swing at them, and their bodies collapse to the ground. They were a couple yards away from one another- how could she attack both at once!? It didn't help that she herself, was not excellent at melee... and she certainly was not about to choose between the two. If only I wasn't caught up in my own crap! Dammit- help me! I don't want to repeat this damned scenario again! Yet, as though her prayer had been answered, Daryn and Enoch had caught up at the inn. In a panic, she rushed over to the pair with her sword in hand. "You two, please...! I know you are injured- but the others!" her eyes frantically turned back to her teammates. Her legs shook from the possibility of their deaths, and she didn't wait for an answer. In a hurry, she dashed off to the priest and rogue, her hand gripping the hilt of her blade tightly. |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 19:48:15 GMT -6
Gaynor opened her eyes to a blur, she could make out a few figures battling in front of her but not much more. She felt the sharp pain in her upper right arm where the the ice spear hit, the woman winced slightly as the pain continued to course through. She held her hand on the wound, attempting to apply pressure to ease the pain.
Her vision then returned to her, she was covered in ash as a result to the blast she made and her right arm covered in her own blood. She smiled grimly, "Nora, looks like you got pretty beat up, huh?" Gaynor said in reference to herself, "Looks like you need to sharpen up a lil."
Gaynor shakily stood herself up, using the wall of the building to guide her. The warrior then looked down to her left as she noticed the child next to her, ahh, the child is safe... she thought, this gave her enough determination to continue fighting. She couldn't gather enough strength to form any weapons, but she could.....try to spew some basic fire attacks if she tired hard enough-- she joined the rest of the guild in their fight against the fearen, it was very apparent she wasn't ready to go full force, but enough to lend a hand in any way she could. Gaynor joined Celty on her feet and Celty couldn't help but smile at her. "Glad to see you joined the land of living again!" She yelled as a winged fearen swooped down and shot ice near her feet. She dodged it and grabbed the head of a corpse near by, chucking it at the fearen. "Oy, you'll have to do better than that!" She called at it. She morphed her vocal cords and mouth and imitated the sound of its annoyed cries. It stared at her in confusion, flapping its wings, and she took this time to grab the tail of a hound fearen and, with all her strength, throw it high enough to collide with the winged fearen. The hound transported through a portal at the last moment, but the winged fearen still flew back in and ran into another winged fearen. The two collided and sped towards the ground roaring and slashing at each other all the way. Celty smirked as she watched. She may not be the best at fighting these creatures head on, but she sure as hell could confuse them when she put her mind to it. "If you get my left, I'll take your right!" She said to Gaynor, angling herself to the right. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 13, 2015 19:49:14 GMT -6
I'm not letting another one of my guild members die! I was too weak to save Urzul and I was too weak to protect Rylan, BUT I WON'T LET THIS GUILD DOWN ANY MORE! I WILL SHED AS MUCH BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS AS IT TAKES TO SAVE THIS GUILD! I SWEAR ON MY GRAVE THAT I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE DIE!" Kama cried as he struggled to push away the spore fearens as they bit his head, his left leg and his right arm. The booming cries of what sounded like the grouchy old man from earlier shook the spellbook out of Altheron's hands. By this time, he had already memorized a few spells in case he were placed in such a situation where his book would separated from him. The screeches of the fearen seemed to be getting louder and louder while the sound of his fellow guild members began to die down a little. Altheron's eyes lowered a bit once he processed Kama's screams again. "Someone.... died?" That was it. If he didn't take action soon, he'd be putting the entire team at a disadvantage. Sure, he had only a fair grasp of his abilities, but he couldn't do nothing. Removing his hat so as to not attract any unwanted attention because of its sheer height and color, Altheron slowly crawled over to the nearest window and peered outside to get a general idea of where the fearen were attacking. For the most part, they seemed to be headed toward his left, but he couldn't see much past that. Now he could begin his plan. He began reciting one of the spells from his book. The whispering tones of the language proved convenient as saying them in any earthly language would not only not work, but it'd give his position away. A small portal appeared in front of him, one that leads directly to a select spot of the Spirit Forest, his home. A particular spot, too; his favorite tree, his staff leaning against it. Quickly, he snatched it from its resting place and sat it next to his book. Next, he took himself and his supplies and did his best to hide them underneath some of the destroyed furniture in the establishment, for this spell required such measures to be taken. Once he felt that enough of him was hidden, he began his next spell. It required the utmost focus, for it was one of the more dangerous spells, one that removes the spirit from its vessel, momentarily of course. The spell was lengthy, each word holding a particular amount of weight not only on the tongue, but on the physical plane as well. Altheron could feel the ground shaking underneath him as he kept on reciting, slowly losing himself with every word. Once the spell was finished, his soul hovered over the battle, He had no idea of the fearen could sense his presence or not, but that didn't matter. He could see that the guild was struggling. Quickly, he began the second part of his plan. He recited a short verse from his book shortly before entering a nearby sting fearen, fully possessing it. He figured he was performing some from of karmic retribution this way, seeing how much damage this form of fearen did to poor Rylan. The glowing red streaks on the fearen turned into a pale blue color once he had fully taken over. Altheron charged toward the inn, ripping through and stinging as many fearen in his way as he could before they began to attack back. A violent nature like this is not common towards shamans, but he had no choice. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 13, 2015 20:29:44 GMT -6
Rylan's screaming had stopped. He stayed there, unable to make a noise, down on his hands and knees as the mage fearen grew ever closer to him, along with it, two stinger fearen approached as well. But there was nothing Rylan could do. He was paralyzed with fear, reliving that horrible nightmare over and over and over again. The pain, the torture, the torment, the screams. I....I need to move.....this can't be real.....someone.....help......These words echoed through his mind, but he could not speak them. The mage fearen's nightmare had thrown Rylan into a comatose-like state of absolute suffering. Rylan's arms and eyes began to glow shades of blue, red and green as he was descended further into madness. The skin around the scar Ooro had attended to earlier that day grew an ashen grey and continued to spread across his arm. As for his stump, the grey skin had already began to spread, rapidly increasing due to the overabundance of magic that was coursing through him as he tried to break free of this spell. Gah....my arm, my leg.....it's spreading.....if I don't stop using magic soon.......Oh god, someone, please help me....The three fearen were now nearly on top of him, and there was nothing he could do..  |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 20:43:53 GMT -6
Oxy looked over towards Rylan. He didn't remember the episode he had earlier with him, just that the man had been friendly and played ball with him. He saw that he was in obvious pain and tried to get the attention of his mother.
"Ma?" Celty was too busy trying to defend him to notice his small cry. He tried again, louder this time. "Ma?!" Still nothing. She had her back to him and continued to fight, not able to take a few moments of time to focus on what was behind her. Oxy, unsure of what else to do, started crawling over towards Rylan. He didn't notice the mage fearen nearby and lightly pushed against the glowing man's side.
"Hey, hey. You gotta go." He whispered into his ear, staring at him with a worried expression. "Mister! You gotta go!" The mage fearen started to get closer Oxy, preparing a blast of black magic towards the toddler.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 13, 2015 20:54:43 GMT -6
Rylan shakily turned his head in the direction he heard the voice coming from.
That voice....is that.....the boy from before...?
"O-Oxy?" These were the only words Rylan was able to get out.
Oh Gods, the fearen must be nearby...the boy will be killed if he doesn't get out of here....
Rylan's had tunnel vision, but it was more than enough for him to see. He saw the small child's worried expression, and shakily turned his head in the other dierection. Not only was there a mage fearen, but two sting fearen as well. Rylan, began to stand, his eyesight slowly coming back to him. He looked towards the fearen, eyes and arms still glowing an array of colors, grey still spreading.
"Stay....away...from me and this...child..."
Rylan pulled out the last explosive poison he had left. He began to shake it ever so violently and tossed it towards the Mage Fearen.
"Here. Catch!"
The fearen caught the bottle, unsure of what it was. The bottle began to glow a light blue, and the other sting fearen became intrigued. In the meantime, Rylan picked Oxy up and began to sprint towards the inn.
"Let's go, kiddo!"
He clumsily made it over to Celty, the bomb he had left exploding behind them, killing the three fearen.
"Lose someone?"
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 21:25:13 GMT -6
In the meantime, Rylan picked Oxy up and began to sprint towards the inn. "Let's go, kiddo!" He clumsily made it over to Celty, the bomb he had left exploding behind them, killing the three fearen. "Lose someone?" Celty turned towards Rylan in shock. She hadn't noticed that her son had been gone, and seeing that he had left her side without her noticing made her panic for a split second. But then she saw that he was alright. Rylan had him. He was fine. She breathed a sigh of relief and approached them, putting her gloves back on to retrieve Oxy. "Thank---." Her words were cut short when she noticed how Rylan was carrying Oxy. At first she had thought that his bandages fully covered his hands, but now she saw that the tips of his fingers were still uncovered. His left hand was currently touching the exposed skin on Oxy's leg. "Oh no." She whispered, unsure how long this had been going on. She met Rylan's eyes, panic clear in her own, and slowly got down on one knee while she spoke. "Rylan, I know you saved him, and I'm thankful for that, but I need you to put Oxy down now. And back away. Quickly." Oxy growled from Rylan's arms, so quiet Celty almost wouldn't have heard it had she not had better hearing than the average human. Her voice held so much urgency and worry that it faded near the end. "Please, do as I say." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 13, 2015 21:33:30 GMT -6
Rylan noticed that Oxy had the same look from when they were playing before.
Oh for fuck sake, of course...
Rylan followed Celty's instructions, setting Oxy down on the ground and backing away from him, hurriedly, while still keeping his eye on the growling child. He whispered to Celty in a hushed tone
"What the hell is wrong with your child!? Why does this keep happening? He comes to help me and then wants nothing to do with me? That doesn't add up."
Rylan was now glaring at Celty, eyes still cycling through colors, although, slowing down a bit, as did the spreading of the grey skin, which now consumed half of Rylan's bicep.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 13, 2015 21:51:24 GMT -6
Rylan noticed that Oxy had the same look from when they were playing before. Oh for fuck sake, of course...Rylan followed Celty's instructions, setting Oxy down on the ground and backing away from him, hurriedly, while still keeping his eye on the growling child. He whispered to Celty in a hushed tone "What the hell is wrong with your child!? Why does this keep happening? He comes to help me and then wants nothing to do with me? That doesn't add up." Rylan was now glaring at Celty, eyes still cycling through colors, although, slowing down a bit, as did the spreading of the grey skin, which now consumed half of Rylan's bicep. "This isn't the time to have this conversation," Celty said testily, "just don't make any sudden movements." She held out her gloved hands towards her son and smiled at him with clear fear in her eyes. "Come here, Oxy. It's alright. Don't look at him, look at me, thats it..." Oxy was growling ferociously now. It was a mixture of sounds that couldn't quite be placed. Something somewhat human and....something else. Celty reached out further to try and grab him, but he backed away, crouching down on all fours like an caged animal. "Oxy, honey..." He stared at her with no recognition in his eyes, only hatred, and she could feel tears pool into her own. "Don't look at me like that..." She crawled towards him on her knees and he lashed out at her, hissing angrily when she approached. She winced at the pain in her side from where he had cut her, dark red blood leaking from the gash. She smiled at him again. "Its okay, I'm not mad." She got closer to him again and he seemed confused that she wasn't attacking. He slashed her across the forehead this time and she pulled back for a moment as the blood spilled down. She looked back up not a second later, arms still out stretched. "It's okay..." She repeated again, wrapping her arms around him before he could retreat. He clawed and slashed at her stomach. She cried out in pain but didn't let him go. She glared at Rylan as if to say don't interfer before tightening her grip. After a few more seconds of this, Oxy stopped attacking her and started to shake. His arms wrapped slowly around her and you could hear him begin to cry. "D-Don't hate me..." Celty breathed a sigh of relief and held him close, despite how much blood she was currently losing from his attacks. "It's okay, little one, I could never hate you." |
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