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Post by cassiroll on Oct 19, 2015 18:45:21 GMT -6
Kneeling down in front of Oxy, he glanced up at Celty, holding eye contact with her for a moment before looking back to her son. "How are you feeling right now, Oxy?" He studied him carefully, looking over the boy's fearen form. He wanted to hear what the child had to say about everything first. Oxy looked up at Enoch and then down at his hands, wiping at some of the fearen blood that still coated his nails. "Sad..." "He um...he hurt a fearen for the first time today," Celty explained, watching her son stiffen at the mention of it. "He hasn't had to do anything like that before. It's shaken him a bit." She eyed Enoch warily, still unsure of where this interaction would go. She couldn't get a read on his emotions at the moment. She didn't know if he was about to strike or about to shout their secret to the heavens and warn the rest of the group. All she could do was wait. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 19, 2015 18:47:02 GMT -6
Rylan peered from behind the tree and immediately pulled his head back, his heart racing. Rage and disgust began to wash over him.
The boy is a fearen!! How DARE she bring someone who could potentially danger EVERYONE into this guild!? We're supposed to be killing these beasts, not housing them!!
Rylan was furious at this. He began taking deep breaths as anger in this situation would not solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel a subtle rage inside of him. He began to say a prayer to prepare himself if things turned violent.
"Yes, Oxy. How are you feeling?"
Rylan walked out from behind the tree after finishing his prayer, staring directly at Celty, rage building up inside.
"Now tell me, at what point would THIS come up to everyone else, Celty?"
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 19, 2015 18:53:43 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you Manasa. That's good that your well~."
Mimisko smiled at Manasa.
"So, that battle was a struggle. I was weak willed but I was able to fight for this guild."
Mimisko than asked
"So, how was your journey to find the Shadow Slayers?"
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Post by not u on Oct 19, 2015 18:59:53 GMT -6
Enoch's gaze suddenly hardened as he looked towards the familiar voice, quickly scraping through the foliage on the forest floor for his glaive, grabbing it before turning and facing Rylan. What the hell is he doing here?
He kept his body protectively positioned between Oxy and the other priest, waiting for Celty to respond.
"If this gets ugly," he thought, "I'll get them out of here."
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Post by Evan on Oct 19, 2015 19:06:56 GMT -6
Someone said something about a fire. It was getting dark, and Pinky knew how dark it could get when the moon was the only active light source. Having an objective was nice anyway. It gave the pixie something inconsequential to think about. Diverting paths on the way back to the group, Alroth approached one of the ruined houses. The building was already in shambles, so it was easy enough to tear dead planks out of it. Pinky cringed. Poor trees. At least this way they could have their light without having to kill any more. Alroth carried a bundle of planks to the central area that everyone had gathered in and arranged them in a circular pile. The armor then pulled some dry grass from a few nearby patches and tossed it on top. Seeing as how everyone else was preoccupied now, Pinky decided to light the campfire herself. Alroth reached a hand up to his helmet, and out stepped Pinky onto the open palm. She slowly maneuvered Alroth's hand to a position just above the grass kindling and then used a small fire spell to set it alight. Pinky was only good at nature magic - as with most pixies - but she knew enough of the basics to at least attempt other forms, so creating enough of a spark to start a fire was easy. Thankfully the fire caught immediately, and the wood began to burn. Alroth pulled back his hand, sitting beside the campfire. Pinky sat down on the armor's hand, staring into the blaze.  |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 19, 2015 19:13:07 GMT -6
"ah," Gaynor began, "I was just thinking of approaching you a few moments ago. I'm glad you thought the same of me. It's nice to meet you, Rezza." she slowly unwrapped the cloth around her arm and exposed the stab wound.
"These damned fearen are getting more of a pain in my ass." she laughed, cringing slightly as another pain shot through her arm as the cloth peeled off the stabbed area. "I'm glad you showed up at the time you did- which, I must ask, why?" An almost mischievous smile spread on Rezza'a face as he bowed slightly at the waist. His tail swished slowly behind him as he spoke.  "Aha, well it appears I was indeed fortunate enough to have pay attention to your shouts. It appears everyone is in need of help here and, quite simply, approaching you appeared to be a good start." He straightened up, bringing his staff in front of him, and his left hand soon was lightly grasping the small staff as well. "If you will hold still for a moment I can help mend that nasty wound." Rezza's eyes closed as he prepared to perform the chant a second time. Just before speaking the chant, however, Rezza paused his eyes now open looking right at the woman. "Oh, and as to why I found myself here, a truly cacophonous battle like the one you just had is rather hard to ignore. The fact that Fearos himself showed up itself is hard to miss. I only heard the racket and made off in to find its source." Closing his eyes once more Rezza performed his chant, before giving a subtle wave of his staff. "You should find that arm of yours to be no longer a problem, miss... I'm sorry I do not believe I caught your name." (((The old art in this post has been redrawn and can be viewed under the spoiler for comparisons sake))) |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 19, 2015 19:19:23 GMT -6
 Meanwhile, Altheron continued to sit right where he was, catching up on some spells while he waited for something to happen. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 19, 2015 19:21:23 GMT -6
Ooro's eyes widened, and she stared at Osseus in awe. She could feel her eye well up with water, but she still sat silent with her mouth agape. No matter how much she had dreamed about it in the distant past; she never saw humans and elves having that type of a relationship. It was unheard of... unspeakable even. It was as if a miracle was sitting across from her very eyes. No way... She sat there for a long pause... endlessly staring. There was no way he would jerk her chain like this, right? Elven never jested on such a serious matter from her memory. They'd be disgusted with such a thought, if anything. "...Osseus... you're amazing." It was all she could say as she continued to gaze at him. I didn't think I'd ever see anything like this in my life....
...I'm elated.
If only she had the strength to- she would have twirled the rogue around, exclaiming every part of her joy. Alas, for now, all she could do was sit in shock. |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 19, 2015 19:22:55 GMT -6
"Yes, Oxy. How are you feeling?" Rylan walked out from behind the tree after finishing his prayer, staring directly at Celty, rage building up inside. "Now tell me, at what point would THIS come up to everyone else, Celty?" Celty stared at Rylan for a moment, still on her knees by Oxy's side. It took her almost a full minute before she whipped back to Oxy and quickly replaced his cloak, the illusion snapping back into place with the pendant. She stood on her feet, fear and shock forcing adrenaline through her tired body. That fear morphed to rage when she saw how threatening Rylan appeared, clearly not here for a civil conversation. She bared her teeth at him and took a protective stance next to Enoch. "This is not your concern," she hissed at him. Oxy stood up behind her and peered past his mother at Rylan. He still had nothing but fond memories of the man and started to step forward, scared but more confused than anything. " This?" He put a hand to his chest and scrunched up his face, the venom in Rylan's voice causing his eyes to tear up. He looked between all three of them, not knowing who to apologize to. "I'm sorry." His eyes finally returned to Rylan, pleading. "I-I don't know what I did..." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 19, 2015 19:32:35 GMT -6
Rylan looked down at Oxy, his face remaining expressionless. He then shot Celty and Enoch both a cold glare. They clearly did not have any issue were Rylan to attack, and fighting the two of them would not end well for him.
"None of my concern? No, not only is it MY concern, IT'S THE ENTIRE GUILDS CONCERN!!! Oxy has nearly attacked me twice! And would you like to remind Enoch how you got the stitches on your head? It looks as though you were attacked by a fearen. What on Earth happened to you?"
Rylan was partially being facetious, but was also testing to see if Celty would tell Enoch what happened, given he witnessed the child attack his own mother first hand.
"Please, tell us. I'm VERY concerned, as those wounds look quite serious."
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 19, 2015 19:42:07 GMT -6
Gaynor looked at her arm as the wound slowly patched itself up, she was astonished, to tell the truth. This was the first time she was ever healed by someone who specialized in such a trade, it was an amazing sight to see. "I understand, it would appear the amount of trouble this battle caused would catch a fair amount of attention. I'm glad you decided to lend a hand."
"My name is Gaynor." She looked into the fire that was set ablaze close by, feeling the heat radiate toward her. "We're in the midst of celebrating our victory. Are you planning on staying?"
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Post by titee on Oct 19, 2015 19:49:26 GMT -6
"My... journey?" Manasa thought to herself. She couldn't admit she was lonely... that would just be sad. Manasa twirled a lock of her hair around her finger and looked off into the starlight, as if somewhere out there was a way to more eloquently describe her situation. "It was long, and sandy..." Manasa trailed off. She was never the type for small talk, as a child she did nothing but receive orders and as a prophet she was lathered in nothing but constant admiration. This was an odd in between that she had only just recently realized existed.
The dancing flame caught Manasa's attention. She turned towards the metal man, only to be caught surprised at the sight of it's pilot out of her suit. Manasa blinked, marveling at just how small she was. He was one of the most capable fighters the guild had, and to think he was controlled by something...
somebody
so small, Manasa had trouble comprehending it.
Manasa sat down at the fire, gesturing for Mimisko to do the same. She wanted to approach the pixie, to talk to her and get to understand her, yet her emotions were conflicting. Manasa felt above her due to the woman's small size, yet at the same time she felt the need to respect her, that the pixie was and would always be leagues above her. In her confusing Manasa watched the tiny pilot in silent fascination.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 19, 2015 19:58:11 GMT -6
Judging by Manasa's voice, it seems like it was a good question. Mimisko felt bad.
"I'm sorry for asking."
"Oh! Right."
Mimisko sat next Manasa. She sees Alroth and the pixie that he is hold, Pinky. She looked at them in awe.
"He seems like a tough fellow." she thought to herself.
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Post by Allie on Oct 19, 2015 20:04:24 GMT -6
Ooro's eyes widened, and she stared at Osseus in awe. She could feel her eye well up with water, but she still sat silent with her mouth agape. No matter how much she had dreamed about it in the distant past; she never saw humans and elves having that type of a relationship. It was unheard of... unspeakable even. It was as if a miracle was sitting across from her very eyes. No way... She sat there for a long pause... endlessly staring. There was no way he would jerk her chain like this, right? Elven never jested on such a serious matter from her memory. They'd be disgusted with such a thought, if anything. "...Osseus... you're amazing." It was all she could say as she continued to gaze at him. I didn't think I'd ever see anything like this in my life....
...I'm elated.
If only she had the strength to- she would have twirled the rogue around, exclaiming every part of her joy. Alas, for now, all she could do was sit in shock. "W-what, for existing?" Osseus sheepishly remarked, averting his gaze to hide the overwhelming emotions that were whirling around in his mind. How could someone accept the fact that his mother decided to marry a human and produce what most would call a disgusting spawn of Sandor very much comparable to a fearen without thinking how this would affect her life? Then again, if she reacted in a more typical way, there was no way he could trust her at that point. Then again, would it be any surprise if she left out of disgust? Small beads of tears welled up in his eyes as he flicked his wrist to convince her of his heritage, as to summon a magical force that would never come.
"See, I can't use magic, so the one thing that would make me useful doesn't exist," He asserted quietly. The fact that one would assume he would be lying would essentially mean he would be even more of a disgrace than he already was to his people, a punishment worse than death in his eyes. "I don't really tell people since it's kind of a tough thing to talk about," Osseus explained before spotting a fire in the distance, alluding to warmth and safety. unhooking his hood, he placed it onto Ooro to protect her from the cold and rose from his position. He then pointed to the fire and spoke. "Are you warm enough?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 19, 2015 20:13:57 GMT -6
Rylan looked down at Oxy, his face remaining expressionless. He then shot Celty and Enoch both a cold glare. They clearly did not have any issue were Rylan to attack, and fighting the two of them would not end well for him. "None of my concern? No, not only is it MY concern, IT'S THE ENTIRE GUILDS CONCERN!!! Oxy has nearly attacked me twice! And would you like to remind Enoch how you got the stitches on your head? It looks as though you were attacked by a fearen. What on Earth happened to you?" Rylan was partially being facetious, but was also testing to see if Celty would tell Enoch what happened, given he witnessed the child attack his own mother first hand. "Please, tell us. I'm VERY concerned, as those wounds look quite serious." Celty cocked her head at Rylan, her green eyes blazing. She bit her tongue so hard that it bled to keep herself from growling with rage at Rylan's accusations. Oxy came up and held onto her gloved hand, cowering against her and fighting at the tears in his eyes. He didn't speak again, but his ragged breathing was clearly heard as he tried to keep his fear in check. "My son," Celty started, with rage leaking into every word, "never attacked you." This statement, although warped, was true. But there was no avoiding the next lie to drip from her lips. "And these wounds were inflicted in the heat of battle, yes by a fearen, but not Oxy. Oxy barely managed to kill a single fearen for the first time today. You really think he had it in him to hurt me, his own mother?" She tried to seem confident in her words, but in truth her heart was aching. Oxy had attacked her, mortally wounded her even, but there was no way she could say that in front of Enoch. She had to make him appear as harmless as possible. She couldn't take on Enoch and Rylan at the same time. It would be the death of her for sure. "Oxy is a good kid. He might be part fearen, but he is part shapeshifter as well, one of the kindest species to have ever existed. I know my son, and he would---" her voice faltered despite herself as Oxy started to shake, clearly holding back a sob, "--h-he would never hurt me." |
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