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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 18, 2015 22:49:51 GMT -6
Looking around what used to be the battlefield once again, Altheron could see that everyone was scattered around, getting to meet each other, some for the first time. Amongst further observation, there were faces that he had not seen as well. Now would've been the perfect time to follow the lead of the members who recently deserted him to pursue other interests, but we wasn't nearly in the best of health. His blood had just now begun to circulate around the body, which would take quite the amount of sharp breaths to properly oxygenate. He could hardly stand, so in the meantime, he busied himself with getting himself together as best as he could. Un-tying the rest of Ooro's cloak from around his waist, he found his hat and his staff. Both needed a considerable amount of cleaning, but Altheron didn't care at the moment. Opening another portal to his tree, Altheron returned his staff to its resting place. Before the portal closed, he spotted a stray spirit climbing down the trunk. It was squirrel-like in appearance, and had darted its head at him in amazement.
"See you later.....", the shaman said through a weak smile as the portal finally closed.
As for his hat, Altheron looked at the remainder of Ooro's cloak in astonishment. It held his first memory of being protected on this Earth, the memory of a person he could trust. A person he'd definitely try to find later. He happily tied the rest of this cloth around his hat before putting it back on. Now he sat there, waiting for someone to notice him. It would be nice to talk. Kind of.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 18, 2015 23:02:32 GMT -6
"It's nice to meet you Rezza. I would certainly appreciate your help." He knelt down a bit, showing the healer the fresh gashes he'd received across the chest and face, the deepest one in his chest still trickling a small amount of blood. "These are the main concern." Rezza studied the large elf's wounds, noting the severity of each, as he gripped his staff with both hands. "I see. Thankfully, the few brothers who managed to survive with me," Rezza paused for a small instant, his ear twitching. It was hard to discern the muddled mix of emotions that had seeped into his voice when he continued. "Up until recently that is, taught me a lot of useful skills the past 2 years. I can have these wounds fixed up all in just an instant if you will hold still for me." The tiny fox man chuckled a bit as he stood his staff straight up in front of him and began yet another short chant. The emerald-colored gem in his staff glowed dully as his chant continued. Rezza waved the staff slightly upon finishing it. "This should fix what ails you have. Chants may be slower than simply throwing out a spell, but I do hope you will find this chant much more effective than simple spells." Whipping his head around to see who else he could fix up, Rezza whispered under his breath. "Certainly use less energy for me, that's why I use them." |
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 18, 2015 23:32:51 GMT -6
Gaynor laughed in agreement, following Celty to the rest of the group. She noted a new face appeared in the midst of her guild, chatting with the elf she had fought with earlier alongside the young fire mage and the one she briefly encountered near the back of the church. They all seemed wrapped up in what they were doing at the moment, as with Celty and her son as well. The woman took off her gloves and returned them to her pocket, now that she had little need for them for a little while at the least. The pain in her arm prevented her from doing this action smoothly, however. The healer who had appeared on the scene seemed rather busy, so it wasn't her intention to ask him to do so just yet. Thankfully, her wound wasn't very urgent, she ended up taking a nearby scrap piece of cloth off the ground and tied it around her arm for the time being. She made her way over to the inn and sat against the wall, she then shouted to the rest of her team--"aye! if someone can gather enough wood, I can light up fire for the night!" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 19, 2015 0:04:07 GMT -6
Celty noticed Gaynor go off to start a fire and smiled. Soon, she would like to join the fire mage and perhaps have a decent conversation with the woman who swore to protect her family. But for now, she had matters closer to home to deal with. She grabbed Oxy's hand and dragged him away into the woods nearby, not checking to see if anyone followed them. She ignored his protests and, once a few trees were between them and the group, leaned down next to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Oxy, I'm sorry." He stared at her and sniffed, wiping away the blood on his face. Celty spat on her glove and rubbed it softly against his cheek. He let her for a moment, before making a face and pushing her hands away. "Oxy, don't do this. We have to stick together." Her tone was pleading and begging for forgiveness."I know you don't understand everything that's going on but...but you have to know that what I did was for the best--." "NO!" Oxy's tone shocked her and she blinked in surprise. She'd never heard him so angry before. She leaned in towards him and he swiped at her with his claws, lightly scratching the skin on her cheek. It didn't bleed, but it was enough for her to flinch away from him. He seemed scared for a moment that he had hurt her, but then his face scrunched up again. "No!" Celty touched her cheek and then looked at him with a hint of anger in her own eyes. She stood up quickly so that she towered over him and he backed away at the shift in power. "Oxy. I did what I had to. You can't continue to be upset when these...these monsters are hurt around you. It's the way the world is. They aren't something to sympathize with, they're something to be feared." Oxy stared up at her and brought his hands close to his chest. He was silent. Suddenly, he started to fumble with the pendant on his cloak and Celty's gaze went from fierce to panicked. She quickly leaned back down and tried to grab onto his hands, but she was far too weak in her state and Oxy was actually using his strength against her. He shoved her off and she fell roughly onto the grass, looking up in disbelief as he unclasped the pendant. "Oxy--don't!" The cloak fell to the forest floor. {Spoiler - Click to View}  Oxy stared at her with a terrified look in his eyes, crouching down like he was about to flee. Celty's hand flew to her mouth. She hadn't seen his true form in so long, it was easy to pretend it didn't exist at times. She snapped herself out of it, her eyes on the cloak, and she reached out towards it. Oxy kicked it away, still seeming scared out of his mind, and shook his head violently. "NO!" "Shhhhh!" Celty whispered, looking around. "Oxy, put that back on this instant!" Oxy lowered himself to the ground and folded his arms over his knees, his tail wrapping around himself like a small blanket. "They can't be..." Still panicked that someone would see, Celty tried to get her son to calm down by continuing the conversation. "They can't be what, Oxy? What is it?" She slowly managed to pick the cloak back up and prepared to fling it over him. "They can't be monsters," He ducked his head into his arms and she took this time to wrap the cloak back around him, snapping the pendant in place. The shapeshifter disguise returned in an instant. He looked up at her with tearful eyes. "Because if they are, I'm one too." |
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Post by not u on Oct 19, 2015 2:58:35 GMT -6
Enoch listened as the healer continued his introduction, remaining as still as possible while he performed his chant. "Thanks for your help, Rezza," he replied as the process was completed. Immediately, he tugged the collar of his robe down to examine where the gashes had once been, only to find there was nothing but a minor indication that any wound had ever been there. Barely any hint of scarring. It was certainly a... different method of healing magic but he couldn't argue with the results. He cocked an eyebrow and glimpsed over at the man, straightening his bloodied robes out once he finished gawking at the results. "Impressive." Enoch watched as the small man sought out more of the injured, sighing. "There are plenty here in far worse shape than me. You came at the perfect time." |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 19, 2015 3:54:35 GMT -6
Kama started cracking his injured back as he said to himself "Damn it my back's been getting weaker over the years. I'm getting too old for this shit." He then picked up the sword that he stabbed into Fearos's leg, only to see that the sword was damaged pretty badly. It could clearly use some fixing, but fortunately he heard someone in the guild offering to repair their weapons. " If you have damaged weapons or amory, or you need new ones, come to me!" he yelled Kama walked over to Nicolas and said to him "As a matter of fact I do have a damaged weapon. This sword of mine is pretty dull and worn out, and it seems to be cracking a little at the tip of the blade. If you could fix it for me that'd be great." After handing Nicolas his weapon Kama looked over to the fearen corpses laying around and told Nicolas "You did a good job today kid. You were a real hero out there. Any sane person would've ran away from that fight, but I guess this guild's filled with a bunch of idiotic lunatics isn't it? HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's the way I like it though. Every here has got guts. We're all gonna be heroes some day... but we've still got a long way to go. We've got a tough journey ahead of us." |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 19, 2015 4:43:14 GMT -6
((HHHHH I'm sorry for the late reply, bruh. I was sleep. ;w;.))
Mimisko was taking all of the information in. It's like there's a little person in her mind that is taking notes in their mind.
Mimisko nodded.
"I do want to help out. I still feel really bad that I passed out before the battle has begun.... and.... woke up when everyone else was suffering."
Mimisko took off her purple glove in her right hand. She too a deep breath and give out her hand ((Idk the actually phrase for this. My grammer sucks.))
"I am ready when you are."
Mimisko is a little scared but as a hero, you got to make some sacrifices. She took a gentle deep breath to calm herself down. After all, a deep breath something her mother would've said would help for a situation like this.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 19, 2015 5:05:06 GMT -6
"There's no need to apologize, Mimisko! This battle took a toll on everyone, some more than others."
Rylan motioned towards his leg. He let out a small chuckle and quickly jabbed the stick into Mimisko's hand. The end of the stick was now covered in the three mages' blood. Rylan removed his shirt, revealing the many symbols that stained his torso, as well as the fact that the skin over where his heart should be has also been covered in ash. Rylan took a deep breath, as if to calm his nerves for what he was about to do. Without warning, Rylan raised the sharpened branch and plunged it through the ashen skin on his chest with full force. He began to twist and turn the branch, until he let out an audible scream.
Yep....that's it...there's my heart....
Rylan dropped to his knees, holding the 'spear' tightly in place. He was breathing rather sporadically as the adrenaline in his body began to pump through his veins. The symbols on his chest and arms began to glow multiple colors once again, but this time, the ashen skin covering his arm and leg began receding back towards the wound they came from. The skin slowly moved past his elbow, from what Rylan could see, but he wanted to ensure that he reversed the process as much as he could, so to get his heart pumping more, he began jabbing deeper into his chest, letting out groans, as the pain would not allow him to scream.
Al..most.......there......
The ash was almost completely gone, save the skin around the rather large scar Daryn had gave him earlier that day, and the skin around his stump seemingly got all of it's color back. Rylan decided enough was enough and ripped the branch out with one swift motion. He then threw the branch as far as he could towards the woods, it now covered in his blackened blood. He laid back on the floor, writhing in pain from his self-afflicted wound, and reached down to his over-sized pockets for an empty bottle, and one filled with what was left of his earlier made casting paste. Rylan's chest was bleeding profusely, and he took this opportunity to fill a small bottle with the blood that was leaking out of his chest cavity. He capped the bottle, and looked at it, curiously. What was in the container was not red as one would assume blood to look, but rather a nearly black, tar-like color. Rylan scowled at the sight and stored it back in his pocket. He then used his shirt to dry the area and apply the casting paste over it. After a few moments, the paste was dried, his symbols grew dull once more and Rylan stood back up.
"Thank you three very much. My arm feels as good as new!"
Rylan put his shirt back on and smiled at them as though that whole display had never happened.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 19, 2015 5:05:57 GMT -6
((Really happy that this was the post that got me to 100))
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 19, 2015 5:33:57 GMT -6
Enoch watched as the small man sought out more of the injured, sighing. "There are plenty here in far worse shape than me. You came at the perfect time." "I can tell." Rezza chuckled as his gaze was brought back to the elf. "This whole group is a rather sore sight." A woman by the in called out for fire, he made a note of this and made slowly to turn that way. He then stopped and his eyes widened then quickly dropped to the floor as a sudden realization hit him, however, before he was able to put the words to his thought Rylan's agonized scream nearly broke the calming air. Rezza snapped his attention over, watching Rylan slightly bewildered as well as intrigued. Once Rylan was back on his feet Rezza turned his attention away again. "Of course, of course," He giggled as his tail began whipping back and forth. "It is no problem, mister Rylan." Not waiting to see if the other mages were listening, Rezza cleared his throat. "I certainly hope this is of no inconvenience to either of you but I never caught any of your names." |
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Post by Penguin on Oct 19, 2015 5:40:31 GMT -6
"As a matter of fact I do have a damaged weapon. This sword of mine is pretty dull and worn out, and it seems to be cracking a little at the tip of the blade. If you could fix it for me that'd be great." After handing Nicolas his weapon Kama looked over to the fearen corpses laying around and told Nicolas "You did a good job today kid. You were a real hero out there. Any sane person would've ran away from that fight, but I guess this guild's filled with a bunch of idiotic lunatics isn't it? HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's the way I like it though. Every here has got guts. We're all gonna be heroes some day... but we've still got a long way to go. We've got a tough journey ahead of us." " T-thank you sir. I will do my best to ofter as much as i can in this guild. Anyways, I will take care of your weapon. Hmmm... Its condition is really bad, but I am sure i can fix it, it wont be too hard, i have alot of experience on fixing weapons." (( btw, if you are going to give to Nicolas your weapon for fixing, or if you want to upgrade it, please clarify the damage or what kind of upgrade you want.)) |
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Post by Allie on Oct 19, 2015 6:01:58 GMT -6
Ooro could hear the figure whisper their name, but was having trouble with moving her lips. However, an idea sparked in her head... "My... pouch..." it was her attempt at getting him to remove the herb she had given the other recruits earlier from her belt's satchel. If she could just swallow it, within minutes, she would be talking again. As for her body, it'd probably be sore still... but at least she stay awake so people wouldn't have to worry about dredging her dead-weight in silence. "Herb... eat..." She could only hope he understood her. He should have been reveling in their victory with the rest; he deserved it. While her memory was in a bit of a jumble, she could barely envision Osseus sitting atop of the beast when they had scaled it. To celebrate his achievement by carrying around a limp body seemed a bit... unrewarding, to say the least. Herb? Osseus looked to his side and sure enough, a small herb was poking out of the side of a pouch. The only trouble was getting the herb out and feeding it to her. His hands shook as he struggled to keep the weight on, his only hope being to survey the landscape to find something to lay her down on. The surrounding area was filled with nothing but the corpses of fearens and other creatures, but there was still spots without these two things. He stumbled to a grassy patch and laid her down back first, then he picked the herb out of the pouch and placed it in her mouth, closing it in order to make sure it wouldn't fall out. He plopped down nearby to monitor her condition, hoping someone else could help. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 19, 2015 6:49:11 GMT -6
Mimisko smiled as well. She felt better that Rylan's feeling good as new after that process
"You are very much welcome. I am very happy to help out."
She felt her smile becoming brighter.
"Oh! I'm sorry for the delay. My name is Mimisko Lunania."
Mimisko felt a little embarrassed for being slow with her introduction.
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Post by titee on Oct 19, 2015 8:05:23 GMT -6
Manasa had completely forgotten what her blood did to the others in the group. Her face twisted she she remembered exactly what she was.
As a final act to ensure his creations would never stray from him, Naga wrung the blood out of their bodies and replaced it poison. They would be adored by all for their beauty and grace, yet forever be untouchable.
"You... Didn't know?" Manasa dipped her feet back into the water, the scorching burns becoming unbearable. "I'm a vishkanyan, we have poisonous blood. Though, around here- away from the desert- we've become more of a fairy tale. Half dragons who bleed gold and talk to your human gods through song and riddles. None of that is true, though."
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Post by norimo on Oct 19, 2015 9:27:15 GMT -6
Osseus had done what she had asked and faithfully brought the leaves to her lips. For a moment, she struggled to swallow, and carried a pained expression as she attempted. After it had been downed, her head laid against the ground for a few moments as she waited for the effects to kick in. Sure enough, her fatigue seemed to dissipate in minutes, and her eyelids grew less heavy. Ooro was able to open them... and see that the figure that lifted her had been the rogue from earlier.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. She hadn't expected that one of the first faces in years to help her out would be another elven. In fact, that would have been her last guess. Though, she supposed he couldn't tell her origin of race due to her strange features...
...Yet, it also seemed Ooro didn't realize her ears reverted back to their original state. She shot him a crooked smile, a little tickled by the situation herself, "Thanks, talking's a bit easier now," she laughed. "As you can see... I'm a bit of a mess right now- but don't worry. My body is just aching; I think it will go away soon..." While Ooro situation's was rather quite... awkward, having transitioned fully and then scaling a literal monster; she still tried at small talk. It was also a possibility that perhaps she was trying to push her transformation out of mind.
A sense of guilt wafted over her, however, as she did remember her mishap with his satchel earlier. As though trying to ease onto the topic, she asked "Are you... hurt by chance? I know you had it pretty rough, earlier."
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