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Post by Evan on Oct 15, 2015 5:19:00 GMT -6
"Oh shi-" Alroth trailed off, watching the towering behemoth come over the horizon. This was not what he thought he'd signed up for.
A momentary break formed in the fearen on Alroth's side, leaving a window for the pixie within to survey the area with her firefly drone. She commanded the little fly high into the air, buzzing past several fearen on the way. Within seconds the fly's perspective showed her just how bad the situation was. The other fearen looked like insects compared to Fearos, and just the sight of the massive beast struck more fear into the pixie than she could recall having felt before. Any humans compared to Fearos would look like pixies, so a pixie would look like dust...
Rylan's roar snapped the pixie out of this horrific realization, and she had just enough time to raise Alroth's left fist and deliver a punch - priority shipping - straight into the jaw of a pouncing hound.
"What now?!" Alroth begged, looking frantically for the others. It may as well have been rhetorical, since the pixie didn't bother waiting for a response. Never one to rely on others, she formulated her own plan shortly after having asked for one. Fearos could step over the inn with one stride, but it was the tallest building around. The best course of action would be to get on top of it, since attacking the monster from beneath its feet probably wasn't going to be very effective. Even though her first instinct was to flee, the tiny pixie went with her new battle plan - not bothering to tell the others.
Alroth clambered up the pile fearen corpses nearest the inn. The stack of meat was the result of his continuous swinging in the same few directions, and his proximity to the inn had conveniently deposited the cadavers right against the building's wall. It was difficult to find footing on such a squishy platform, but Alroth needed to balance for only a moment. Ducking down, the armor leaped high into the air. The suit was light, and the inner plant was stronger than the average man when controlled like one. For those reasons, the armor could jump from the pile of corpses all the way to a window on the second story.
Alroth's left arm smashed through the window, quickly grasping the ledge as a handhold and then hauling the rest of his body up onto the windowsill. The angle was awkward due to the roof's overhang, but with another mighty leap the armor was just able to catch the shingles. The powerful armor slugged his mace up onto the roof, and used its weight to help pull himself up. The fairy on the inside kept an iron grip on her armrests, having been shaken all about due to the sudden movements of her vessel. Thankfully, she had managed to climb the inn on the first attempt. Only losers took the stairs.
Alroth turned around, looking down on the battle below. Fearos was approaching all too quickly, and there wasn't much time left to act. The others were having a hard time keeping back the normal fearen, and Alroth had been no different mere moments ago. The pixie guided the suit's helmet up and down, looking between Fearos and the fight below. Was it even possible?
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Post by titee on Oct 15, 2015 9:05:13 GMT -6
The chittering sound of ticks approaching the scene of the battle echoed throughout the area like the call of cicadas emerging from the ground. Perhaps it was Fearos' appearance that summoned them, or perhaps they were always present; emerging now as they sensed the immediate death of the shadow slayers at the hand of the legendary fearen. The ticks sought out and attached themselves to any corpse they could find, pulling the decayed bodies up like puppets and shambling around the battle field in search of live victims. They had one goal in mind; make more corpses, animate them, spread.
A small body shambled towards Manasa, grabbing her attention away from Nicolas. She turned towards it, drawing he sword in perpetration for in incoming fearen attack. Compared to a lot of her allies, Manasa was still in relatively top fighting shape. The salve that Rylan had used on her stomach wound had worked wonders, and her dances did not rely on an internal supply of magic, meaning she could preform as many as needed as long as she had the time to get them out without interruption.
She, however, was caught completely off guard by the enemy approaching her. The shambling small figure that had been stumbling towards her had belongs to none other than a goblin. Manasa froze up, her sword fell down to her side. Nonono, she did not sign up for this. Manasa was supposed to be killing fearen, she did not join the guild to fight people... Especially goblins! Images of her beloved tribe flashes through her mind. Goblins weren't just her worshippers they were...
They were different. Never from any group of people had Manasa seen such love for one and other. They were not strong or admired like vishkanyans were but goblins, at least the group Manasa lived with, had such a kindness and devotion to everybody in their tribe. They had the closeness of a family and worked together to create something much greater than their individual parts. To Manasa, there was nothing more admirable than that.
The animated corpse stumbled forward, and grabbed Manasa by the arm with a boney, half decayed hand. It weakly lunged forward to bite the dancer on the shoulder, causing her to yell out and twist away in protest.
"Let go!"
More corpses turned towards Manasa and started to close in on her like vultures to a freshly found meal. They were a mix of races, though the presence of even more goblins amongst the hoard sent Manasa further into a sense of panic. Manasa tried to push away the hoard, but the seer number quickly over powered her. The shattering and crunching sound of delicate jewelry being torn and crushed rang throughout the scene as the corpses furiously grabbed at anything they that they could get their hands on. Manasa tried to get up and pull away, but was caught by the delicate silk scarf she wore around her arms. The corpse that caught her pulled Manasa back down, shredding apart her scarf in the process.
Manasa was a fool, an idiot. Nothing she wore was chosen with combat in mind. She was too busy thinking of her own vanity and how she could impress and entice those around her. And now her vanity was going to be the death of her.
"Let go!" A guttural, bubbling distortion of Manasa's own voice called out. It sounded as if it was choking on bubbling oil as it pleaded amongst the crowd. A slick, putrid black hand pressed against Manasa's face.
"Let go!"
... Of what?
"Let go!"
Let go of your desire to impress. Let go of the belief that it is your duty to serve as everyone's protectorate. Let go of your vanity... There were so many things.
Manasa felt a surge of energy course through her as a weight was lifted from her body. She sliced through the skinwalker in front of her and the. Powered through the hoard of corpses and made a break for the inn. She was hurt, though it was mostly dermal, making it look worse than it actually was.
The old Manasa would not survive in this world. She needed to evolve, to become a better person, a better warrior, and a better ally. Manasa stormed past her allies fighting outside and straight inside the inn. She began frantically searching its cabinets and rooms, a look of pure determination on her face.
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Post by not u on Oct 15, 2015 10:38:29 GMT -6
Enoch was reaching critical points pf physical exhaustion, letting out a grunt as he forced his limbs forward and plunged his glaive through the side of another hound. He had been completely holding off on using magic since they reached the inn, and what he expended in physical energy was made up in magical energy. The gashes on his chest and face had mostly clotted up at this point, but he'd received plenty more minor cuts on his arms and torso as he fought melee. "If I can keep this up just a bit more, I can start actually doing my job again," he thought to himself a bit wryly, swiping at another hound with his glaive. That's when he saw it. The behemoth that made its way over the horizon, the fearen taller than a castle tower. He would have been fascinated if he hadn't felt such sheer terror. Enoch froze, his knuckles turning white as he clamped down his grip on his glaive. "Why why why, Archex why the FUCK is this happening!?" His voice wavered in terror as he surveyed the massive beast. His guild was already as tired or even more exhausted and battered than he was. How much more could they possibly take of this? For a brief moment, the thought "I could run" passed through his rapidly spinning thought process. Yes. He had enough magic where he could become invisible and slip away like he always did. He laughed to himself a bit. "If you have the energy to do that then you have enough to protect these fighters you damn coward." He looked around quickly to see everyone else's positions to try to figure out a plan for himself when-- "Mama... everyone..... I'M SORRY!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! I HAD TO FAINT OUT DURING TRAINING!! I HAVE SCREWED UP, WAY TOO MANY TIMES!! I'M SORRY FOR SCREWING UP!!!!" ((Just to clarify this is Enoch voicing his frustrations at the himself and the character Mimisko and NOT a personal comment at the player Gisselle asdf! Just in case there is some confusion or worry @@@@)) His face hardened as he looked towards the screaming girl, the fire mage from this morning. She barely had a scratch on her, and looked like less of a fighter than Celty's toddler currently did. She had to be young; he wouldn't normally have gotten so inexplicably angry, but his blood began to boil. It was if the cowardly part of his brain was being articulated through the words of this kid... Mimisko, was that it? And whether he was scolding her or scolding himself he wasn't too sure, but he turned stiffly toward her and spoke coldly. "If you can't do it, I can put you under the cover of an illusion and you can run. You can run and never look back. But right now, do you see that thing!?" He pointed at the unbelivably large creature. "We need every fighter possible. Every single last one." That immediately silenced all his thoughts about escaping. He needed to pull himself together and think clearly. Alroth already ran off to get higher ground. He shouted as loudly as he could, "We NEED to either somehow get up to the head, or bring it down to our level!!! If we can trip it, the weight of its own falling body would surely do more physical damage than any of us could muster!" |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 15, 2015 11:42:12 GMT -6
((Okay so some role players were genuinely concerned that Fearos is not possible to defeat. Your characters are not all going to die from this. I suppose I should clarify that it has a weakness, but it's weakness hasn't been revealed yet because you guys aren't supposed to defeat it yet. Your characters just have to survive until it's time to defeat it. I didn't mention this earlier because I wanted to make things suspenseful, but it looks like I may have overdone it.))
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 15, 2015 13:37:09 GMT -6
The scolding from Enoch snapped Mimisko out of her breakdown. Mimisko got scared at first but after...
He's right. This is not defiantly NOT the time to breakdown. So, She muster up all the flames that was form from her anxiety and it has become a blue flame.
"I'm sorry for being a coward. It's just, I have this really bad problem with my anxiety."
The blue flame turns into a blue fire arrow. A fire bow was formed. Mimisko aims up at Fearos' head.
"But I do know that this is something my mother doesn't want me to run away from. So, I do thank you for snapping me out of my breakdown."
((Just to be sure to people. Blue flames are sometimes hotter than the regular flames. Not always but you get those things. In Mimisko's case, it is more powerful than the usual flame. (As well as the rest of her family.) Your character may or may not have that about blue flames (Hell, do what you want with there knowledge, lol).))
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Post by Allie on Oct 15, 2015 14:14:27 GMT -6
Tremors shook the inn that Osseus was residing in, foreshadowing the absolute terror that created those tremors. Osseus rose from his slumber and slowly made his way to a broken window. A giant foot presented itself in his eyesight. No.... Osseus knew, even of he'd never seen anything like it. It was a fearen. A giant fearen that probably displayed inhuman levels of strength. Scratch that, infearen levels. But it was big. And big things normally do not have brains to compensate for their size. If they could trick it. "That's it!" Osseus thought. He had a plan to take it down, although it was based on nothing but his experience robbing ogre tribes many years ago. He then dredged his way to the other side, discovering his bag had been safely returned. "I thought Ooro had it..." Osseus blurted, only to look at his injuries. Stitches on his arms, no blood pouring out of his mouth, almost in perfect fighting condition. Encouraging him to go through with his insane plan, he rummaged through his bag to find the book he had stolen from the corpse along with his food and water rations. He downed a good portion of what he had quickly, as he needed everything he could get for what was about to happen. He flipped to a blank page and pricked his finger with his dagger. With that, he had a way to draw a diagram.  Basically his plan is to trip the beast, then take out its eyes, then wear hound fearen skin to confuse its sense of smell. Then research it to find any weak points. Admiring his handywork, he used his middle finger to force the prick to clot. "1,2,3,4..." Osseus counted up to 30 before it wouldn't bleed anymore. With that, he lifted himself and warmed up to make sure his body would be in fighting shape. His arms weren't sore anymore, as well as any other injuries sustained having the ability to be healed pretty quickly when fighting. Osseus hung his satchel over his shoulder and armed himself to the teeth. No way is he going to be a dissapointment to anyone anymore. The kind medic, the little mage girl, and Rylan will see his capabilities. Everyone will. He stepped out, only to get the full scope of what he was dealing with. The monster towered over every structure that was present, resembling more several castle towers stacked together in its height if anything. That and everyone was scared to fight this thing, and only one person seemed to have a plan: the elf man. Osseus groaned. If there's anybody out there that would condemn his existence, it was one of them. But he had to cut his losses and suggest his plan. So he made a mad dash to the man, and handed him his diagram. With that, maybe the two could enact the plan. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 15, 2015 15:04:30 GMT -6
A bellowing roar could be heard overheard as the colossal giant lingered over them. Her eyelids widened in sheer terror when the figure became apparent...
Fearos.
Its peering red eyes beckoned to them. Her mind became blank. There was nothing but a feeling of horror that dwelled inside her being. Ooro shut her eyes as though to just turn away from it for a few moments, but her ears were filled with the panic of her comrades. Rylan had cursed at the gods once more, and there was the voice of a younger girl crying for her life, the very sound of it was disheartening...
Yet something snapped.
It would not be the first time if I ran away... but it would be the first if I ran from a fearen like this.
While she had considered leaving the group earlier, that would be after they survived. As of right now, they still needed to do that part. She could overhear Enoch's voice-
..He was absolutely right. Currently, Ooro had sustained barely anything serious in comparison to a few other combatants, and was in a rather formidable state. Even if she didn't feel like she necessarily belonged with the rest- at least in this moment, they could use her. Their time had been brief, but it was the longest Ooro spent with anyone in decades. Whether or not they were aware of it, she had already grew more than an attachment to them.
To have left them because she felt unsuited was one thing, but to have them taken away was another. If it would result in her death, so be it. It would just be compensation for the mistakes she made until now.
An unfamiliar strength boiled inside her... beginning from her arm. Her eyes strayed to the wrapped hand... and there was no longer any doubt to what was happening.
Just like in the forest; she had begun another transition. Every time her body had changed, it was stirred up by a sickness, and then followed by a difference in her appearance or ability. How much it would affect her was uncertain, but if anything... the strength could prove useful right now. One of her hopes was that she wouldn't lose her consciousness and become an aberration. The other being that it wouldn't kill her.
Right now, all she wanted was to protect those that had already taken root in her. She thought of the first recruits she had met: Rylan, Daryn, Enoch, Altheron...
Altheron!
Where was he!? Ooro had nearly forgotten in wake of the commotion that Altheron had fled somewhere earlier. She hadn't seen him turn up yet... did he get hurt? Her eyes scanned the combatants that surrounded the inn- but not one of them appeared to be him.
In a panic, her voice cried out, "Altheron!? Where are you!?" hopefully, someone had an idea of his whereabouts. If not, then maybe he would hear her shout across the battlefield.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 15, 2015 16:00:05 GMT -6
Ooro's face glanced at the child, "Don't worry, I'm gonna keep your mama with you." With that being said, she lifted the mother's tunic that covered her side to check the injury. Her own cape had become ridden with the blood of many recruits, it was becoming tough to rely on to wipe away the dirtied blood. She sighed as she brought her lips to the wound, and sucked the filthy blood around and out of it- before promptly spitting to the side. Her shoulders seemed to shiver at the taste. Once again she brought her needle to work, before lowering the woman's tunic. She made a slight knot around the side of it, as to hold it in place over the wound. Luckily, the rest of the cuts were shallow, and she only needed to draw her finger across them to wipe the blood away. Some had already began to clot. Her eyes turned once more to look at the kid, trying to give him a slight smile of reassurance. Celty was forced into swallowing the herb, causing her to regain consciousness. She coughed and spat, even though the herb was already down. She looked up at Ooro with confusion clear on her face, but the strange woman had already turned away and was calling out to someone else. She felt her son crawl into her lap, hitting new stitches she didn't remember having before she passed out. She wincing, but the blood was clotting now on her forehead and side and that at least was helping her foggy vision. Oxy leaned against her stomach and sniffed, too terrified to find words. She looked up and saw a giant form coming towards them and her breath caught in her throat, but she felt oddly at peace. Perhaps it was all the blood she had loss, or just the intense emotions wearing her down over the course of this battle, but seeing the creature that seemed to have no weaknesses for some reason made her calm. It made her make up her mind. "So..." she whispered, patting Oxy's head softly, "this is how it ends..." She picked Oxy up carefully, using most of her strength to do so. He looked at her in confusion as she reached towards the pendant that sealed his cloak. His eyes went wide and he raised a hand to stop her. "What...what are you doing?" She smiled at him and rubbed some of the fearen blood off his face. "We're losing. You still have strength left. In you can blend in with them..." her hand shook, still placed over the pendant, "....you can....you can get out...." "No," Oxy shook his head fiercely and tried to push her hand off of him, "No, Mama!" "I want to give you your best chance!" She cried out, finally breaking from her odd peaceful trance. She started to cry despite herself and she angrily blinked away the tears. Her hand went weak and she released him, removing the threat of revealing his true form to the group. "I just want you to be happy..." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 15, 2015 16:13:55 GMT -6
Every fighter we had, huh?
Rylan laughed off Enoch's idea, and turned towards the elven mage.
"You say trip it? How in Yakoshi's name do you expect to bring that hulking beast to the ground!? It TOWERS over everything in this land! Fearos is not known as the 'Legendary Fearen' for nothing!!! No warrior has ever been able to best him! And you think a poorly managed team like THIS can stop that monstrosity!? You're either an idiot or insane!! JUST LOOK AROUND YOU!!! Not only are we dealing with Fearos, we've been getting thrown around by these lesser fearen!! Now you expect to take them BOTH on at the same time!?"
Rylan looked across the battlefield. So many corpse, both fearen and human. Rylan couldn't run, even if he wanted to. Standing and fighting would be suicide.
It doesn't matter either way what I do....I could use..THAT....
Rylan let out a sigh of annoyance.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 15, 2015 16:16:18 GMT -6
"Uuuuh.... thanks ghost boy. By the way, a word of advice: don't stand so close to me. It's... weird." At this statement, Altheron got back down on all fours, confused. Getting close was... wrong?, he thought. This was only hitting him right now. Was that why the old man called him a "freak show" earlier? Was that why Daryn made that face when he held onto her arm at the church? He drooped his, er, the fearen's head. It didn't make any sense to him whatsoever. If getting close to a person was bad, then how come the spirits say it was fine? How the humans he used to observe back at home do it all the time? And how come Ooro- After making that statement Kama fell to one knee as he grunted in pain. As he slowly tried to get back up he answered Rylan's question "It's too early to give up. We have to keep going. We aren't just fighting for ourselves, but for future generations as well. If we turn backs now their numbers will only grow bigger. We have to keep fighting... no matter how hopeless it looks, because WE CAN WIN THIS!" He perked his head back up at the sound of the old man falling to the ground. Ooro. She could heal him. She did it to Rylan earlier. He had to get the old man safe. Now was not the time to worry about social skills. Maybe he'd get to it later. He bowed down in front the old man, gesturing him to hop on his back so he could carry him to the inn where he saw all the fearen rushing towards. A loud roar could be heard from across the entire battlefield. A massive figure was in the distance with glowing red eyes emerging from the darkness. That was the moment that the Shadow Slayers witnessed their greatest nightmare. The beast appeared out of nowhere. Frightened by its size, Altheron didn't even wait for the old man to respond. He ran between Kama's legs, propped him on his back, and immediately began sprinting over to the inn, plunging both himself and the old man into a sea of neighboring fearen. The ride was bumpy, to say the least. As he ran, he saw what almost looked like a wall of fearen in front, all of different types, just waiting for him to collide with them. This was not good. There was no way he could fight all of them at once. The old man would surely fall off, and he didn't look like he was in much condition to fend them off while Altheron tried to find another body to overshadow. The thoughts bounced around in his mind, rendering him unable to focus on a good enough plan as the distance between them and the fearen grew shorter and shorter, until... "Altheron!? Where are you!?" He quickly snapped out of his confusion, remembering the task at hand. He had to get the old man to Ooro so the message he yelled at Rylan can come true, but HOW? The inn was practically unreachable with those fearen in front, now preparing themselves for a fight. Altheron starting panicking again. His thoughts began racing again as he searched for a better solution than running through the enemy's makeshift barrier, but it was no use. He shut his eyes, preparing for the worst. He focused on the inn as he ran in a straight line. The old man surely must think I am strange now!, he thought . If only I could get there! If only, if only-
Suddenly, a bright light appeared out of nowhere between the two and the barrier, engulfing them whole. The portal. It had transported them away from danger. Altheron, having only now opened his eyes, was shocked by the sudden change in location. As a result, the overshadowed fearen vessel tripped, sending the pair tumbling toward the rest of the team and covering them in more scratches. |
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Post by not u on Oct 15, 2015 16:48:11 GMT -6
"You say trip it? How in Yakoshi's name do you expect to bring that hulking beast to the ground!? It TOWERS over everything in this land! Fearos is not known as the 'Legendary Fearen' for nothing!!! No warrior has ever been able to best him! And you think a poorly managed team like THIS can stop that monstrosity!? You're either an idiot or insane!! JUST LOOK AROUND YOU!!! Not only are we dealing with Fearos, we've been getting thrown around by these lesser fearen!! Now you expect to take them BOTH on at the same time!?" Enoch glared up at the priest as he barked at him, biting his tongue as to not snap back with similar vitriol. Are you serious? Fighting with this man at such a dire time would accomplish absolutely nothing. He kept his voice level as he responded coldly, stepping forward and narrowing his eyes. "You think I don't know that? You think ANYONE HERE doesn't know that? Look around you." Enoch gestured at the battered and panicking group. "How is that even remotely helpful, hm? Next time you open your mouth, actually suggest something that could be useful. I'm all ears if you can come up with something better." He finally looked down at the paper in his hands that he'd received from the shorter elven man, someone he hadn't yet seen except from far away on the battle field. He looked up at Fearos once more, kneeling down and marking the missing three eyes from the diagram with his finger and some dirt. "There appear to be five eyes, not just two. I'm not certain what type of sense of smell he has either but this is a start." He laid the diagram out on the ground to make it more visible to the others. "Again! If anyone has any suggestions of their own, we need as many as we can get--" He watched as Kama and the fearen he had been... riding? came tumbling through a portal to the ground. He raised an eyebrow, curiously watching the portal for a moment before getting into more of a defensive position. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 15, 2015 16:55:58 GMT -6
Rylan scowled at Enoch and turned away.
Uuuuuuugh.....he's right....so either we move up towards his head or trip him.....how in the Gods' names do we trip something like that..?
An idea sparked in Rylan's head, and he turned back towards Enoch, excitedly.
"You! E-Enoch, right? You can slow down time, right? Do you think it'd be at all possible for us to slow time long enough for someone, or even a group of people, to climb the beast and attack it at the head!?"
Rylan jumped back, as the hound fearen jumped through the portal, aiming his gauntlet towards it, when he noticed it had been carrying Kama.
What..?
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Post by schribbit on Oct 15, 2015 16:59:30 GMT -6
Daryn could've fainted at the sight of Fearos, but her adrenaline prevented any sort of passing out. She knew she couldn't do anything to stop the beast, so she focused on keeping the regular fearen at bay while others thought of a plan. It seemed Enoch had one, and a smaller dark elf looked to be discussing it with him, along with Rylan. It was no matter of her own, nothing she could solve, so she protected those who were still standing and willing to fight.
After defeating a bulk, rare as they seemed to be now that all these other freaks had arrived, she surveyed her surroundings. She had left Enoch's side, though only by a yard or so. She was further from Fearos than some of the others, though he was not too close himself. He hadn't even attacked yet. Looking around for some options in fighting at least the smaller fearen, her eyes landed on a now Alroth-less spot in front of the inn. A bit panicked, for he seemed to be the team's best hope, she frantically searched for his familiar frame in the crowd of fighters and fearen.
Oh god, our best fighter is missing. What the hell are we going to do? Retreat?
She could think of nothing else to do but that, however, Enoch's earlier shout made its way back into her mind. They needed every last fighter. Even the useless ones, she supposed. If a child, mage or not, stood to face their greatest foe, then she'd be worse than a coward to run away. She'd be downright despicable.
She just had to wait for orders. She'd follow someone's plan. If she could help take Fearos down, even if all she did was slash a leg, distract it, anything- then she'd be not only an asset, she'd be a crucial piece in the hope for a new world. Just as planned.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 15, 2015 17:34:17 GMT -6
" I..." Mimisko is feeling nervious about how there's a conflict between Rylan and Enoch while Fearos is wrecking everything. However, she did tried to calm down. Mimisko closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and thought to herself. " Mama.... I know you want me to do this. So I shall.." Mimisko let go of the arrow. Unlinke a normal fire arrow, this goes extremely fast and it splits into the needed number, which is five. It will reach up to the eyes of Fearos. When she opens her eyes, she notice fearen carrying Karma. " Whoa! Wait! A Fearen...carrying Karma? ?" |
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Post by titee on Oct 15, 2015 17:36:26 GMT -6
Manasa tore through the inn, searching frantically. It was the biggest and most intact building in the area, even with the corpses inside, it should provide her exactly with what she needed. Manasa would occasionally pick out fabrics and articles of clothing from drawers, until she had a huge pile in her arms. This should be enough to work with. However, there was one room left unexplored that tickled Manasa's curiosity. The vishkanyan set down the pile of linens and went to enter the room, only to to be met with frustration to find it locked. " Nobody's really using this place anymore... so I'm sure they wouldn't mind..." Manasa spoke to herself, drawing her sword and cleaving at the wooden door until she broke through. The force was excessive, though there was nobody around at the moment to reply protest her. Manasa step through the broken door way, marveling at what was on the other side. The room must have belong to some sort of mercenary, because it was full of all sorts of weapons and armor. Manasa then came upon a dead body slumped over in the corner of the room, knife in hand and a deep slit in their throat. Manasa looked at the body with a mix between horror and disgust before electing to cover it in a sheet from the bed. Manasa looked through the deceased mercenary's belongings looking for something that could be of use to her. It felt wrong rummaging through their things as the dead body sat right there, yet there were more pressing matters than ethics. Manasa came across a small rucksack that was light enough for her to carry. She filled it will daggers and a few medicines and then slung it over she shoulder and turned to head towards the exit. However, just as Manasa was about to leave a distinct glittering caught her eye. Laying on the floor next to the door as if it had just been removed was a full set of scale mail armor. Manasa lifted up the armor, running the small scales under her fingers and marveling at its flexibility. Her hand then moved to her own scales, making a connection between the two. The scale mail was too heavy to wear on her entirety, but would most certainly come in handy covering her more vital spots. Manasa grabbed some clothes from the pile outside and changed into them, pulling the scale mail on over it and then pulling her hair up to keep it out of her face. She looked in a nearby mirror to admire her handiwork  She felt so... different. Manasa didn't feel like a prophet anymore, but as a warrior, a shadow slayer for the first time. Her hand moved up to the scar on her face, her brow furrowed. No. This wasn't the time for that. You don't need to worry about the others anymore. You're safe from them. Manasa exited the inn and tried to find her place on the battle field. There was no clear plan. Everybody was either scattered or panicked. The only two she saw that seemed to be formulating any kind of plan were the elven mage and the tiny one. She approached them, ready to cooperate. "Is there a plan? My dances can do a lot of things; strength increases, health restore... I can restore magic too. It take a while for me to pull of, though." |
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