Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 26, 2015 22:13:54 GMT -5
haha first post on page 4. I feel special ^^
Lilith's expression grew sober as Minxele described his situation. First off, it was a shock that he and Iphir were members of Clan Saph'ral to begin with, second, the fact that the clan was essentially nonexistent at this point was rather disheartening, and third, Iphir's voice surprised her immensely, as she had assumed that he was a girl, although now she caught on that he was most likely male. She'd have to double check with 'him' later about that.
"That is unfortunate," she said, a look of genuine sympathy on her face. As an undertaker she had dealt with the bodies of many who were far too young to die, but the stories still affected her. "I'm deeply sorry for your loss."
When the subject came up that there was another clanmember at a pub, she brightened a little bit, especially since they might be able to get more information to formulate a more concrete plan than what they already had. "Let's be off then."
She stretched slightly, getting used to her new gear. She didn't want to think of herself as a vain person, but she rather liked the look of the equipment, of course, she didn't say anything aloud about how she felt. Lilith felt rather sorry for the spearman, who had seemed to have spaced out and so hadn't gotten anything. The silent girl with the dagger had a much simpler taste, but it wasn't something that was any of her business, so Lilith remained silent about that. Off to adventure, she thought. |
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Post by DC on Apr 27, 2015 8:56:17 GMT -5
I'm dong a bit of a "time skip" for the sake of story progression. Wystaan led the entire group to the nearest tavern. He knew the layout of the entire city, so he was knowledgeable about what was where. It helped that the newest member(s) of the group were currently hanging out in a tavern nearest The Palace. It made things so much simpler. Upon entering the tavern, they were greeted by the smell of alcohol of various kinds, sweaty, large drinkers, smoke, and other smells that were inexplicable at best. Wystaan looked around, searching out the people he was looking for. It took him a moment, then he glanced back to the group and decided now was an appropriate time to explain something he should've mentioned earlier. "Sorry, by the way. Astheir showed me some things that were necessary to get us going. She wasn't able to find anything on the Clan," he said as his eyes shifted to Iphir and Minxele. He decided that he wouldn't linger on the topic since it seemed to bother the both of them immensely. "so the details we know are new to me. But we're here for a specific reason. There are some very studious people here. Why they're here escapes me, but for some reason, they are. You'd do well to come off as friendly, else they aren't likely to give us much to go by." He looked around again, then caught the sight that he was looking for. "By the way, he-who-will-not-be-named within our group... you did not fail. Astheir's divination just pierced the shroud that you had over you. Don't worry, nobody else knows." With that, he led them to the people he wanted to find. Iphir and Minxele had mostly been quiet on their way to the tavern. Iphir because he didn't see much of a reason to talk, and the group was pretty silent anyways, but Minxele was quiet because he was sorting through everything in his head. He was also thinking about his brother and his family. He was glad that Iphir didn't give much away about him; it made things far easier. It meant that his appearance would still be maintained quite well. When Wystaan stopped them at the bar with people lined up on the seats, and when Wystaan tapped the shoulder of one of the people who was talking to someone on his left, the male turned his head and observed the group with his neon-blue eyes.
"...manacrystals. You won't believe how long it took to actually get it down right! On top of the schooling, I also had to spend time in a few different libraries; I moved between libraries because each one was so limited on what they had to offer on the matter. Quite frankly, it's bothersome that nobody knows much about these things. But I know, now. I bet you some people would pay me just to show them the spell circle I've created. They'd probably pay me to keep my mouth shut, too. But shh, people aren't supposed to know that." Viktaal was holding a small, diamond-like crystal that seemed to radiate an odd vibe. As if the mana around the crystal was being directed, stored within the crystal. He gave a wink to the male that he was talking to when Wystaan tapped on his shoulder. Viktaal turned his head and then pivoted in his stool a little to address the entire group. The size of the party caught him off-guard, and he was a bit surprised by the fact that they were here. They interrupted his conversation, sure, but it was likely that he wasn't about to end it anytime soon, so he figured that they didn't have a better option. Wystaan seemed to be leading the group up to this point, or at least had the most guts. Maybe he was just the most social. Viktaal noted that two of the members of the group seemed the stealthy type, Wystaan looked much like a member of the City Guard for the city of Hynleir, "the floating city". He recognized the uniform easily. The city actually piqued Viktaal's interest, but he wasn't able to go because that's when the Lunacy started up. Viktaal retreated into the city before things got intense about it. He was there to watch as things unfolded. "Can I help you?" he asked. |
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Post by HERO on Apr 28, 2015 1:44:29 GMT -5
Nomi's chest tightened with a sudden force knocking the air out of his lungs, and out through his nostrils. Along the whole walk, Nomi had been thinking of ways to get to see the the divinator again, and get a full assessment on just how secure he was. For just a single moment, he found himself distracted by the need to take in the new setting. The many people within the tavern meant he stood out less as a prominent body. The more people talked with friends inside of the tavern, the less they could hear him move about. The more they focused on each other, and drank, they less chance they would notice what it was he was doing. There was probably quite a whole lot of opportunity for gain to be found, and that's where his thoughts were when Wystaan dropped the bomb on his brain. He couldn't react, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't act anything aside from what'd be seen as normal. He simply took his deep breath of relief slow enough to try not to make it noticeable.
Perhaps thanking him later was in order. There's no need to say the thought of failure would've lingered on Nomi's mind for an incredibly long time. With that done, he could take to doing what he did best, snooping. He would first start by dismissing himself from the group. "I'll watch from a distance your meeting with the new members, and begin a search for information." That's when he would take a turn right from the group, and walk off on his own. Never remaining a far distance from the group, he would make sure to position himself so he could see where the meeting would take place. The two in question he was sure to take a sure glance at, and put to memory their appearances. The cloak was something he only ever saw before in Sh'rutal, worn by sworn magic users typically who had an affinity for the eccentric. Not a whole lot extra was able to be added with the darn thing covering up so much of him. The weapons carried by the other person seemed strange in total shape, it possibly being something he'd never seen before. That guy's clothing seemed to match the tundra, though it would be unsurprising for someone to have fled out of there.
Keeping track of everyone's whereabouts would be a good thing to do, but with so many of them now, could that really be a hard thing to do?
Beyond here is me having fun, and Nomi trying to be sneaky. Could ditch here and below to Oratus' entry, if it'd make things too convoluted.
Walking off on his own path, Nomi stretched his neck out and massaged the underside of his jawline whilst heading towards the corner of the bar. Maybe it was of little consequence that his face began to take a different shape at the same time his hood would slowly slip back a little more than enough for a full 180 degree view. The destination was definitely of consequence though, as he needed to not be sat extremely close to. Of course, he couldn't possibly be very far from a great number of other people either, and the smallness of his body would lend him a hand in tipping the balance of information exchange in his favor. After donning the new clothes he acquired from the armory, it might have made a nice touch also that the scent he carried would refuse to stand out amongst the flurry of smells that hung in the air.
Swinging his rear into place on the seat, Nomi would add a little bit of an extra piece to his disguise, and his aged lips would curl downward in a wrinkled cowl while looking at an empty glass sitting on a coaster. He peered out with eyes that looked like they were out of their prime long ago, and focused in on the bartender. A strained voice matched them, calling out, "Bartender, an End Wrench please." He would then watch as the bartender would lift the glass away to fetch a new one, and already have prepared his pen to begin scribbling with dexterous fingers into the coaster. After the bartender would take his few moments to mix the drink, the new orange glass would sit right on top of the coaster, left with a straw for the innocent patron to sip through. The utensil seemed to have already been returned to it's original hiding place.
Executed in this manner, a new effect would seem to take place upon plenty of the individuals near Nomi. Suddenly, they would start seeming a bit more relaxed, honest with each other, willing to share. This effect would begin subtly, and come to full strength subtly, as if an illusion of sorts was handing out hypnotic suggestions to people as they talked. Some people would begin talking louder, others would worry less about talking freely, others still would seem to actually be fine with the honest negative criticism and terrible revelations they were hearing. Many of them drinking, this would probably look and sound like they had a few too many to care. He found himself far away enough from his party that he was pretty sure it wouldn't effect them, but what really mattered after that was all done, was that Nomi would make good use of what he trained several years to do. Listen.
Picking out distinct voices, and locations, he could begin cycling between conversations one-by-one, eliminating useless banter, and storing away tasty bits of information on where they were, what was going on around the region, what people were doing to try to defend themselves, secret locations within the city, who might be blackmail-able, and maybe, since it's primarily what they were there for, stories about heroes of old that could give his party additional leads. Any illusionist like himself (or unbeknownst to him, Periit) would probably pick up pretty quickly on the effect, but in this crowd he didn't expect to find that many, and those he did find might be of similar types to him, and not bother with trying to stop it for the sake of their own benefit. Might they really want to bother such an old man anyways?
Nomi pulled a tranquil sip of the straw, perhaps feeling a little proud inside.
Mask Change: Nomi pulled a Zartan. Not much more to say.
Spell Circle: Nomi used an illusionary spell circle to create an area of effect field where he may get things out of people much the same was as injecting someone with drugs, making them less violent, more open to sharing, and less fearful. Not a large enough range to affect the party members he distanced himself from.
Sensory Focus: A skill Nomi possesses as a result of Silent Clan training, allowing him to pull and isolate information from his senses with ease, as in perfect for eavesdropping.
And here was Oratus Sermus.
The male Viktaal was happily conversing with, and who was likewise also enjoying himself within that tavern was largely obscured by a thick cloak with a pointy hat-looking hood that fell just low enough behind him to give sight of his black hair. He seemed to have an eye full of envy as Viktaal explained the manacrystals, made only more wanting by a sarcastic smirk that said without saying that he wanted Viktaal to share more. "I bet if you shared your research, I could make some 'real' good use of that," Oratus said, twisting his head some to imagine the possibilities, but with the approach of several armed men and women, his attention was pulled away. Glancing at each person with nothing longer than a full second spent on any single body, his red eyes seemed to quickly absorb, process, and analyze each of them within a form of computer, categorizing who and what they were. He pretty much gave everyone the equivalent of a once over, but even quicker. Seven people, well-armed, none sharing a unique symbolism with the others, the group fit well to Oratus' idea of a recently formed adventuring party. For a moment, he could swear he also saw someone behind them, but he dismissed the feeling. Oratus figured a greeting would be polite to give, but his friend spoke first with the inquiry, "Can I help you?" So all he could do was give a wave. The kind of group that had arrived before him and Viktaal seemed to somehow give Nomi a little taste of excitement, though for why the exact reason was unknown. He had came to the city right after Viktaal not long ago, for the sake of getting in a bit more traveling experience, though he really wasn't so sure about getting back to Sh'rutal with all of the news of the growing Lunacy. Before he felt like facing them head on, with people like Kendall bringing terror to the night, but without a group to fight with, the chances of success happened to be much lesser. Confidence was something he had plenty of, and that only became more true after he got a taste for bounty hunting, and found a powerful ally in Viktaal, but even confident men often knew when it was time to wait for a better opportunity.
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Periit
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Post by Periit on May 1, 2015 20:30:32 GMT -5
Periit followed Wystaan and the rest of the group. Her nose scrunched up at the smell of the tavern when she entered, glancing around. Listening to the 'Wystaan' she sighed, glancing around . She'd be friendly. Glancing to the dark clothed guy as Wystaan mentioned him, watching as he slipped away. Not bothering to pay to much attention to him, but kept aware of where he was.
Looking curiously at the man with neon-blue eyes, listening to what he was talking about with the person next to him. Drifting her different colored eyes to the crystal briefly
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Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 2, 2015 0:16:37 GMT -5
Lilith's nose was assaulted by the various smells of the tavern, and she couldn't say she liked all of them, although alcohol sounded somewhat appetizing. As Wystaan led them towards the people of interest, she took the moment to observe the inside of the tavern. It was a decent size, full of people of possible interest. Her ears always pricked up at the mention of gossip, and she wasn't ashamed of that fact. Although she remained focused on the task at hand, she made it a point to listen in on conversations of people they passed as they made their way through the tavern. The city was new to her, so any bits of information she could get her hands on would help her out in the long run.
She noticed Nomi strike out on his own briefly, but she let him be since what he did wasn't really any of her business. They were closing in on the counter now and she was sorely tempted to order herself something, since she had some spare phi on her. She was by no means a heavy drinker, but a little relaxant in context of their situation sounded rather nice.
Wystaan led them to two males in conversation, but Lilith only caught the word "manacrystals" before the two stopped talking to address the group. She realized with a bit wryly that the size of their group would likely draw attention, as the expression on the one with neon blue eyes face clearly showed. Oh well, it can't be helped, she thought to herself. Her black eyes bored into the white-haired male, taking in his appearance. So this was the person Wystaan had mentioned. He intrigued her to be sure, as did his companion, the one with the black hair and hood. Even though she was standing towards the back of the group, so he probably wouldn't see it, she returned his wave out of habit. His appearance amused her, as the pointy top of his head certainly reminded her of the stories of wizards she was told as a child. Perhaps that was the point. Since Wystaan knew more of their ultimate goal for being here, she was disinclined to answer the white-haired man's question, so she stayed quiet for the moment.
And so another character joined the party
From the back of the tavern there would be a slight movement as someone approached the two figures at the counter, as well as the group now clustered around them. An observer from the right angle would see that a female with distinctive green hair was making her way out of some of the guest rooms, evidently heading straight for the aforementioned group. Her steps were slightly unsteady, although it wasn't from alcohol, and she yawned, giving away that she had probably been sleeping and was just now waking up.
Aylin shouldered her way through the other guests of the tavern, searching for one person in particular. She lacked her tradework white jacket, wearing only the black turtleneck that was underneath, cut above her navel, and form fitting pants of the same color. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, slightly tousled, and she seemed to be in an unusual state of relaxation. Her ice blue eyes fell on a certain warlock with a pointy hat, and a sly smirk appeared on her face. She knew the male he was conversing with, but was curious about the surprisingly large group now gathered around them.
Now more alert, she slowly snuck up behind Oratus. Once she was close enough she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the cloth of his hood playfully, pulling it back far enough so his ears would be exposed. "Darling, where did you run off to?" she purred, glancing up at the group surrounding them. "Some new friends?"
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Post by DC on May 3, 2015 8:49:31 GMT -5
He wouldn't say a single thing about it, but Viktaal noted Nomi's breaking off. That's when he saw the sudden change in the flow of mana—Viktaal smiled slightly. He was no illusionist, but his vision did grant him the knowledge of the little trick that the little ninja pulled off. Only moments after he had asked the group what they needed, Aylin had walked in and more or less threw herself onto Oratus. Oi, get a room, he thought quietly, his smile not fading from when he noted Nomi's trick. It would cover his slight amusement. After a few moments, however, it would fade as Wystaan would speak up once more.
"You and Oratus here," Wystaan said, looking over to the eccentric mage before returning his gaze back to Viktaal, "are pretty well-informed through your studies and how attentive you are. Astheir couldn't give us much information on the epicenters of the mana surge, and I was wondering if maybe you could inform us a little on it, give us some guidance." Wystaan glanced back to the group and noticed that Nomi had broken off just then, but before his gaze could go back to Viktaal's small party, his eyes passed over Minxele and Iphir, who were quietly talking to themselves about the clan, though it was under their breath so Wystaan would be oblivious due to all of the background noise. They might as well just be mouthing the words, for all Wystaan knew.
When his gaze met with the male once more, he smiled as he waited for an answer.
Viktaal raised a brow and looked over to Oratus and Aylin. He had some knowledge that they didn't, and he hadn't said anything to them mostly because his source was... shady. Viktaal was well informed, he did a lot of reading, but he also talked to some people of question. He got his information however he needed it, even if it meant going to people who were on the wrong side of the law. He himself wasn't at much risk after an incident where he had to display his ability to defend himself, and that wasn't even with his weapon. I wonder if his arm has finally healed, he though for just a moment. Distraction; not important.
"Yeah, I've got some info. Or, at least some rumors about what's going on. People in Vhunt'yir were talking about some clan named Saph'ral. These guys apparently took care of an ice-dragon threat some years ago. They did it without a word, without any interest in making a name for themselves, apparently. That much is concrete. But the rumors start with where they might be, and how they might be tied in with this surge." He paused, looking over the group and noticing the oddity of mana flow around Minxele and Iphir. I wonder...
"The clan broke apart after some time, and they scattered across Kalg'rai like roaches. Because of their power, they still wound up making names for themselves, but those names disappeared a little while ago. Nobody knows what happened to them, and nobody really knows if they had offspring," he started, and then his gaze flicked to Minxele and Ihpir when he noticed in the periphery of his vision that they had stopped chatting among themselves and started looking at him. The look in their eyes told him everything he needed to know. "Well... except us, it seems. Anyways, some people think that the clan has something to do with The Lunacy. As for what you can expect if you are going out adventuring, which with a party your size, I would imagine being so—if Astheir was talking to you, then that solidifies my suspicion—it's pretty bad. If the lunatics weren't bad enough, the hostile and non-hostile creatures of the land are becoming tainted. Monstrosities, on top of all of the apparitions popping up. Apparitions won't be a threat if you've got anti-magic at your disposal, but all of that put together is going to make life miserable. Or, if you're kinda into that kind of thing, then it will be exciting. Never a dull moment."
Viktaal glanced to the manacrystal in his hand and then put it onto the bar and slid it over to Oratus. "Here, use this for your studies, you're not getting my notes," he said to Oratus, then he focused back on the group. "You guys are going to have a hell of a time, if you head out."
Wystaan looked back to the group and spent a few moments in silence before he decided to speak up. "You've got more information that anything we might have. I have a feeling you're holding some stuff back, so that makes me inclined to ask you guys to tag along with us." Of course, Wystaan already knew the answer to that question because of Astheir, but he still had to ask. With his "question", Viktaal glanced over to Oratus and Aylin.
"What do you say, guys? You wanna go on an adventure where we can become insane and kill each other, or we can become heroes?" Viktaal asked them with a mischievous smile. Of course, his wording caused Iphir to smile lightly. He could appreciate Viktaal's sense of humor.
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Post by HERO on May 3, 2015 11:45:17 GMT -5
Nomi
With closed eyes, the old man sipped his drink with a loose pull, providing a steady and smooth pace for which the drink could flow. Minimal fluctuation meant minimal disturbances to his senses, and Nomi's senses were becoming quite useful for him. At first, he questioned whether or not he should have left the group, as keeping a tab open in his mental browser for the conversation between his party, and the newest comers seemed to quickly provide new usable information. Shortly after the arrival of the warlock's affectionate companion, and after the warlock seemed to return his own manner of affection, the white-haired male sitting right next to them gave up a good bit of information that explained a bit more about the dangers they were likely to face, and a manner of combating them. Nomi certainly wouldn't be going about using Anti-magic anytime soon, as much of his life was made far, far, far easier with illusionary and arcane magic. So much so that to succeed he didn't even necessarily have to take up nearly as much training in nerve striking as his father did for the sake of incapacitating targets. His use of disguise was quite reliant on magic, and so was his method of stealth. The entity that possessed his newly acquired crystal was a great boon to him too, since as far as Nomi understood, it was like having a second set of eyes and ears. That same entity might actually have become a bit more tolerant of Nomi inciting noise in the environment for the sake of information gathering, after they had their face-to-face earlier. His spell circle's area-of-effect illusion was performing quite well, opening the flood gates to glimpses at the lives of many people nearby him. Mentally switching between Viktaal's words and the others, he picked up some pretty scandalous, and some pretty interesting tidbits. This ranged from rumors, to admittances, to spun-out-tales. The most interesting rumor of note was that of the Random Merchant, or the Merchant of Mystery. Apparently he comes quite equipped with all manner of weapons, armor sets, gadgets, potions, and supplies both necessary and unique for adventurers on grand quests, popping up whenever he sees fit, and disappearing when he feels like his work is done. This fair trader would certainly be quite pleasant to meet before coming across the subject of the spun-out tale, a crystal dragon of ice that conjured rough hailstorms and sneezed out powerful blizzards capable of freezing arms off. The way they described it, the battle to take it down really did make for a wonderful bedtime story when they were kids, and as adults under the effect of this magical drugging, they were practically reliving all the excitement they had in first hearing it. They even rose their voices up above the scandalous ones, who were taking turns with being incredibly excited about who they did what with across the past week, at what time of night, and the sensations involved. One of them was left in tears, sadly enough, but there's really no need to go into much more detail than that in this narration. The spell circle had obviously reached it's cap in potency. Soon enough Nomi would have to erase all traces of what he was doing. Slowly letting his fingers tap his hip, he wondered if right then was a good time as any. He'd probably milk it for just a good few moments longer, probably take a little more amusement out of it all.
Spell Circle: Spell had reached it's cap, and the seduction of innocent bystanders has brought Nomi the satisfaction he desired.
Sensory Focus: Sneaky eavesdropping.
Oratus Oratus' demeanor had suddenly taken a strange shift, some presence coming over him. There's a disturbance in the force, his mind echoed, and in anticipation he glanced over the counter to the bartender making his way back up from the old man whose presence felt ominous somehow, and then Viktaal, before back over to the large party. His senses tingled, and his eyes darted inside of his head, held stiff by his tightened neck muscles. Could the old man be it? No, he was sitting still and sipping a drink, while this presence was only increasing, and continuing to force Oratus to up his sense of alertness. And then... Egad! Wool-like arms were suddenly wrapping around his neck in what was sure to be a death grip! Or, he could've suddenly realized that he knew these arms, and that he thought quite pleasant thoughts of their owner, who was quick to shift his mood from suspenseful to excited. His ear gave a slight twitch towards the voice less than an inch away from it, and his face turned around with a wide grin to press itself against the side of hers. Twisting his shoulders a little and leaning back, his forehead would move to rest against her temple in a relaxed display of affection, and he would eagerly whisper back to her with just enough distance between lips for a kiss to evade them. "Not far. Training, meeting Viktaal, being approached by the people here. You must've been pretty tired to have slept this long, Ay. You should sit with us." He himself still didn't know completely what to make of the approach, but he and Viktaal were singled out for knowledge they might've possessed on the mana surges, apparently. Oratus himself had been studying related topics on a mathematical level recently, for whatever it mattered. Oratus' grin took to flattening a little, listening, and his lids slowly shut and opened themselves. Hm, thinking it over quickly, they knew exactly who they were. Might Viktaal have arranged something beforehand? He had certainly heard his name said a few times around Merlinwood Academy of Magic, and in a few places around Sh'rutal's schooling district, thanks to the Furbal Armageddon incident, but he seriously doubted anyone anywhere else knew anything about him. Flicking through the possibilities, he quickly settled on the idea of divination being the reason why here, meaning that it was more or less a meeting that was meant to be. It's too bad that Oratus didn't know an extremely large amount of the history involved in this region. Back when he did tons of reading of lore, his mind always gravitated to and from Phyr'al and Hystnuv'er. Thankfully Viktaal was very much fine with taking the lead in doling out information. He himself knew about the ever growing Lunacy primarily because of it's presence in Phyr'al, and was quite aware that people like Kendall were starting to become more powerful, and more malicious. Bodies continued to disappear in the middle of the night while the efforts of law enforcement remained too tied up in too many things to ever get a real handle on tackling it. Viktaal understood a good deal more though, apparently having taken a greater effort in information gathering than Oratus, who was split between his usual daily endeavors, bounty hunting, and communicating with Merlinwood professors and alumni about his thesis. Speaking of Viktaal, the man made Oratus' grin grow a bit wider when he slid the crystal his way. The red-eyed warlock caught it in his hand, and held a secure grip on it, following up with a "Thanks." Thanks didn't suffice here, as much potential that crystal held, and the opportunity for acquring that potential would usually never be so cheap or easy either, giant conglomerates and monopolies like Magitek and MetalSyn keeping supplies and information pertaining to manacrystals closed off to the public. How Viktaal acquired his first crystal had still evaded Oratus, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was something morally questionable, and that actually made the whole deal more spectacular.
He snickered a bit when Viktaal extended that invitation for grand adventure, having trouble imagining a grander time. "Heh, I'll definitely be sure to not make waste of the gift, and as for that offer..." He lifted his head to properly turn his face towards the party, and give them the proper attention for talking to them all. "You really got my interest. I'm right on board for it- ...especially we take out Kendall along the way." The last bit was very likely unnecessary, but he really had been wanting to handle Kendall for quite some time. His own morals could be fairly questionable at times, but he was pretty certain that he wanted to put a stop to what Kendall was doing, it probably meaning the destruction of where he lived, and there probably being plenty of rewards and benefits for completing the task. "This adventure will almost definitely bring me to somewhere I've been practically dying to go to for several months, and could mean a number of great things in the end, maybe even if we do all go crazy. Fame on top of what we'd get for succeeding ain't a bad bonus either." Only a quarter of Oratus' juice remained, and right then was a good time as any to finish it. He'd then set the glass down on the counter and rotate the head upon his neck once more, having no doubt in the interest of the person behind him. "And you know, just in case a certain person ends up catching the Lunacy, I'mma make a request right now that I at least not die in my sleep."
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Periit
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Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on May 6, 2015 20:26:08 GMT -5
Periit watched the man with neon eyes, her gaze curious as she listened to Wystaan and the man converse. Humming her eyes flickered to the other man with the woman and her nose scrunched up, her gaze quickly leaving them. Listening for a little longer Periit quietly slipped away from the group, heading toward the flow of mana which was in the same direction she thought she saw Nomi go. Scanning the bar, her eyes landing on the 'old man'; grinning to herself she approached.
Swinging herself in the seat next to the man, she glanced to the group before murmuring in a low tone. "What's a old man like you doing in a bar?" Her voice was soft but gravely in tone, even if she was to clear her throat it wouldn't go away. It was also very hoarse as she hasn't used her voice in a while. With her mouth covered it would be hard to notice her lips twitch upward with amusement as she knew it was Nomi. 'Why not play around?'
Her different colored eyes settled on the man the icy, silver gray eye seemed to hold a different emotion than the dark, sea blue right eye. Her left eye flickered with deeper or lighter grays seeming intense and harsh, while her right was soft and calm like the sea. All this happening as she stared at the man, glancing to the people around then back to the group.
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Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 6, 2015 21:37:45 GMT -5
Lilith didn't quite know what to think of the strange little trio, although she listened intently to what Viktaal said. The fate of Clan Saph'ral was, put nicely, tragic. His descriptions of the state outside of the relative safety of Suwnloe made her grimace. She didn't like the sound of the conditions, although a small smirk appeared on her face at this thought. This really is a suicide mission, isn't it? she thought wryly. Well, I hope that if we do perish, it will be in a blaze of glory. What am I thinking, we are just a group of seven, and our fates will be ignominious deaths. The thought made her strangely sad, often the true heroes of a legend were the ones who never got credit.
She had gotten so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't even realize that another of their party, the silent girl, had slipped off. Lilith had no idea where Nomi had run off to, although she assumed he was still in the area. Her black eyes flickered to the bar, and she quietly edged along the outside of the group to said location, leaning against the counter slightly. A drink right now really sounded nice. "A pint, please," she said to the bartender. Of course, she didn't plan on getting drunk or anything, that would hardly help their group if one member was hung over the next day, but she could hold her alcohol surprisingly well, and beer didn't affect her as much as say, hard liquor or a mixed drink.
Once the bar tender delivered her drink she took a sip as she overlooked the seven of them, with the possibility of more joining them now open. Ten instead of seven, she pondered. Our odds of surviving have increased by a fraction of a percent. She chuckled softly to herself. This kept getting better and better.
Aylin nodded in response to Oratus's comment about the length of her slumber. She wasn't even sure why she had been so tired, but rest without fear of danger was a rarity, so she supposed her body had taken advantage of the chance to catch up on some beauty rest. She certainly didn't complain about it, since, for once in a long time, she actually felt refreshed upon waking up. "I think I'll take you up on that offer," she said with a small smile, pulling up another chair next to Oratus, turning her attention to the group before them. She mentally counted their number, seven, apparently three females and four males, although her eyes narrowed as she looked closer at the pink-haired one. I wonder, she mused. Not very important right now though.
She listened in silence to Viktaal's narration, tracing the wood grain of the counter with her right index finger as she leaned on her left elbow. This was information she had never heard before, so she focused in on his words closely. Clan Saph'ral eh? she thought, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She had heard the name before, especially among bounty hunters, it carried some weight to it, at least in terms of legend. Interesting. Her crystal blue eyes examined the group closer, taking in their appearances. They seemed to all have a degree of confidence that came with experience, although more so from the pink-haired one, the one who had questioned Viktaal, and the other male.
Aylin blinked slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. Weren't there four males just a moment ago? Where did the fourth one go? Her gaze flickered about the tavern before it settled on an old man sitting at the bar. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him for a moment, his movements suspicious to her, although not in a dangerous way. When the cloaked female approached him, she leaned back in her chair, more at ease. She suspected his identity, although she couldn't confirm it. Cute trick.
At Oratus's last statement about not dying in his sleep, she felt her cheeks flush, and she reflexively reached out and gave him a small slap on the shoulder, although the feeling behind it was more affectionate annoyance then true anger. "The feeling is mutual," she responded, running her fingers through her hair and flipping it, the gesture for emphasis. "Going insane and going on a rampage is not the way I'd like to end my life."
Upon Viktaal posing the question to the two of them, she couldn't help but smirk at the dark humor behind his phrasing. "Go insane and have a very good chance of dying, or gain a ridiculous amount of fame by saving the known world," she said, holding out both hands like a scale, her left corresponding to the former, and her right the latter. She raised her right palm higher with a small laugh. "I think I'll take that chance. How hard can it be to stop a basically unstoppable force with a group of," she counted of their group, pointing at each person present, "ten or so."
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Post by DC on May 8, 2015 7:24:29 GMT -5
"I'm going to start calling you two lovebirds," Viktaal declared quietly as he cast a fleeting glance to Oratus and Aylin. His gaze fell back to Iphir and Minxele. "You guys are going to have to give me a history lesson at some point," he said a little louder so that the two could heawr him. Oratus, Iphir, Minxele, Wystaan, Aylin, Lilith, Periit, Nomi, Quixel and then myself... Viktaal thought a bit sadly. He had a gut feeling, and he knew enough to trust that feeling. It had served him well before. The party was filling, though. Maybe not.
Wystaan decided to fill the trio before the party in on his plan that he had shared. "Since we're already here, we should start with Shystae, then move out to the different parts," he explained. His gaze met with Viktaal's—he had subconsciously decided that since Viktaal had seemed to guide them into the group with his question, Viktaal was the "leader" of the trio—and he just held it for a minute. The look was mutual, and for just a moment, there was a sort of unspoken message. There was no telepathy involved, but the look alone displayed it all.
"I'm going to trust my gut and say that we're not going to have any luck on finding more people of the clan," Viktaal said after his moment of silent interaction with Wystaan. At this point, he was addressing the entire party, but his gaze flicked to Minxele and Iphir, who had been silent after their pulling back from their side-conversation to focus on what Viktaal was saying and his gaze stayed there. They interested him. They were surely offspring from the clan, and they would know more than what he has heard—rumors and small facts—but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to get a whole lot out of them. Maybe if they came to like him enough.
He looked between the people and determined that they didn't know each other very well. A total of ten people and nobody knows each other. Yeah, this will be interesting.
"Well, everybody, get a drink or something—don't go overboard—and then let's get ready to go. I've shared my drunkard's tale with you guys," he said. He couldn't help but laugh at that. He didn't even drink."You all look prepared enough, and it's not like I have anything to pack up. All of my crap besides what I've currently got is at home," he said with a wry smile. More grim humor, but not many would know the joke. Where I'll never be able to get it.
Another bit of a time skip; you can explain a little more experience in the bar in your following posts if you'd like, I'm just trying to get this "scene" over. I'm also going to try something HERO suggested and will make a thread where we can have our characters' conversations in a thread while the story actually progresses so that we can move the story along, but still have our characters interact and get to know each other. This is experimental, so I'm not sure if it will work out quite well, but it's something to try.
They were boarded onto the MagiTrain with no resistance at all from the City Guard. They all seemed to know that this party had a special "pass" to get out of the city. They questioned the sanity of the group and Asteir a little bit, but they knew better than to hold onto those questions. If they were being sent out on some mission then there really is some greater image that is being filled, especially if Astheir is involved. Some people questioned her, but that was because she was the one to set things in motion to fill the things she foresees. She is the moving force behind a lot of things within Suwnloe, and people had come to appreciate that.
When the party was boarded onto the MagiTrain, they found just how spacious it was without anybody else on it. They had the freedom to sit pretty much wherever they wanted. Iphir, Minxele and Viktaal all grouped together, then Minxele and Viktaal began conversing with each other. They weren't on the topic of Clan Saph'ral, and Viktaal was taking special care not to force the topic on them. He'd find out in due time. Iphir was fairly quiet throughout the conversation, though he nodded or shook his head when it came to "yes or no questions". Wystaan found himself gravitating towards the group, and he looked over to the party, not sure where they would all choose to group up. He thought that maybe it would be a good idea to have them all together and talking so they could get to know each other, but he wouldn't force it. He suspected that Periit and Nomi would likely keep their distance because of their personality types, but maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they will stay close and just listen?
elikeclipse you have this last time to post in here or you are booted from the story and will not be able to participate.
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Post by HERO on May 13, 2015 5:02:24 GMT -5
The compliance in which the City Guard seemed to show towards them made it quite clear to Oratus that there was accommodations made beforehand. Not that he would ask much of them though, as he had to run through his mind the beginnings of a fair checklist of things he may have to do later. Behind Minxele, a balanced slant forward of Oratus'es back preceded his entry, during which he never broke the lax conversation with Aylin. "You know, I wondered about getting a laptop to conveniently work on lab data while I'm traveling, but I think I might have a problem with being lazy every so often. Now that we're off again, I'mma probably have to wait until we end up at some place more tech-oriented, unless I manage to convince my professor to buy and transport me one, and it was hard enough though to convince them that my traveling would be of more benefit than risk to my Grad school track, especially with my only managing to teach a few classes before taking off." Not the kind of thing you would want to do to keep a good reputation, but the onerous task of teaching hundreds of children how to draw a perfect circle would've inevitably upset him. When Viktaal and Minxele found their seats before he himself did, Oratus noticed that they were chatting pretty calmly, but almost as if they were dancing around something. Presumably, this would be the topic Minxele's family, something Oratus found himself fairly interested in. A smirk and a gesture towards his seat, he made a head turning gesture for Aylin to sit juxtapose to him in the space next to Minxele. Earlier in the bar he was sincerely alright with the title Viktaal had gave them, although when he thought about it, he probably wouldn't make it a persistent habit to display affection for too long in ways that'd pull too much attention. But then again, what could he honestly gauge as too much or too little affection between them? I'll just go with what feels fun, he concluded as he called for the bartender to serve them their End Wrench and Long Island Ice Tea. He already had a small drink before everyone was about to take a round, and he didn't want to still have a lingering effect come the time it was in the present. It was obvious that Lillith had too much in one go, considering all the shots she had; otherwise, the silent duo in black seemed to not be present for much of their meeting until they were about to leave. Maybe they were off doing something affectionate or something else surreptitious with the pockets of the patrons or the valuables of each other, he decided, having no idea really. The didn't seem to be making much interaction right now. The male was almost fretting it looked like, but would seem to manage sitting down after a long while of circumspect pacing, making it pretty obvious that he didn't drink much at all during his time at the bar. No alcohol was on Oratus' breath as he rested his back in the train's seat, and pulled his elbows back to spread his self out a little, maybe gesture Aylin to lean close into his shoulder or chest. His head was already turned in the opposite direction though, and once the curve of his back found the most comfortable adjustment to the seat, he finally opened his mouth again. "Say, Minxele was it?" He was certain of his name already, but why not add some nonchalance? "Might you happen to have any interesting stories of the most powerful amongst your family?" The question seemed to be replied with an entertained smile. "Well," he heard Minxele say back to him, "that depends. Are you asking on the physical or magical level? Because those have two completely different answers." Oratus tilted his head slightly, and let his eyes drift to the ceiling for a short moment. "Magic sounds more interesting to someone like me. How about that first?" His eyes settled back on Minxele, information-soaking readied. "Myself and my brother are sons of the undeclared, unofficial but unanimously decided leader, who was strongest in the terms of magic usage. I myself don't tend to use it much, but I'll tell you something; my brother is something special when it comes to it. Letting him fight with his style is just as bad as trying to fight my father in his style. It's actually a bit scary, but hey, I'm he can defend himself." Oratus was expecting something akin to battle stories, but although he didn't get to envision a grand scene with an exciting conflict, what he got was probably just as useful. So then Oratus said, "Huh, well that's pretty cool. I'm an only child, so I can only guess how that affects the dynamic between you the both of you. How about your family's strengths outside of magic?" By now it appeared that Aylin was already beginning a conversation with Iphir.
His ears were perked for an explanation from Minxele. "On terms of physical, that goes right to Iphir, here. His father was viewed as the weapon specialist of the group. His record is something just short of legendary, I tell you. His record is something just short of legendary, I tell you. I always loved hearing the stories of his father spar with all of our parents and I loved hearing of him spending time with Iphir, helping him with his sword play."
Stories like that sound fairly sweet, but maybe that was an area he didn't want to ask for either him or Iphir to go into too vividly. Those kinds of stories do mean a lot to people. At this point, it was clear that Oratus wasn't going to hear any gory tales of bloodshed and magical explosions, so when a sudden realization hit him, he didn't worry as much about pulling his phone out as much as he would've otherwise. The black hood was fallen back some, but his ears certainly twitched as Viktaal gave further inquiry of Minxele's brother, who Minxele seemed to not be worried at all about.
Within just a couple of seconds, the software lock on his touchscreen was eliminated and he was speedily typing away on the software keyboard a message for his professor, his ears pulling in sound from his surroundings just in case it would be best for him to say something. Prof, I'll be heading out on a lengthy journey as part of a new obligation of mine, however Iiii- And then something of significance flew into the canal housing his auditory nerves. Aylin seemed to express a confusion in determining his gender, and it happened to be the opposite of what Oratus assumed.
Huh? Wait, helping "him" with his swordplay? Iphir was a male?
Oratus wasn't going to flirt with the feminine-looking male, but he did have to take a mental step backwards before he got on with finishing his message, informing his professor of a change of plans, plans to prepare, research data he needed, and when to expect another message from him. His thumb seemed to fly speedily across the keyboard before he hit Send. A short breath was necessary in regaining composure, and he wouldn't have a clue whether Iphir would pick right up on it, but maybe with a curving up at the ends of his lips, he could play it as if he was thinking, I knew all along.
Oratus waited for his professor to send a message back. "I would assume no, but I may as well ask, would your brother be the kind of guy to seek refuge in Suwnloe, or even think much of the Lunatic Threat with most of your clan MIA?"
Some of what was said was broken up a little to give a feel of a bit of a slightly more back-to-back conversation. We'd probably have to get a nice wheel of communication going though to take advantage of it.
Also, I need to figure out exactly how I'll use the colors...Gonna leave them alone for Nomi.
 Nomi was not at all at ease when he first came into the train, maybe his thoughts on where it's insecurities and his own lined up too well having something to do with it. He didn't expect anyone to go out of their way and sabatoge the tracks, or plant an improvised explosive device on the ceiling, or stick a bug on a window sil, but that didn't stop him from looking high and low with his eyes during a single pace up and down the inside of the train car. The last time he was on a train, he did end up meeting a fire breathing woman with aspirations to reduce everyone else aboard to ash, after all.
What probably unsettled him just as much though was how sloppy he might've gotten for the wrapped woman to recognize what he was doing way back in the bar. He hadn't a clue whether or not she was an illusionist, but she quite clearly saw through him, making that very likely. She approached him, taunted him, and good gracious, she actually spoke to him! The ninja very nearly choked on the sip he was taking of his drink when he performed a spit take down his straw. Blinking then, he tried to cover up his acting so surprised by lifting up his drink, and smacking into the coaster the bottom of his penlight, where the engraved stamp worked it's magic; his spell disappeared on the spot. He came prepared to cover up his tracks, but he felt as though she could probably tell it was definitely his doing, all the energy floating around the talkative drunks in the bar, when it would all stop instantly.
The people themselves seemed to get along just fine, without thinking about what they were really saying to each other just moments ago, and it was only by luck none of them backtracked over their conversations to really take it all in. Nomi would remain in disguise for the rest of his time there, as foiled as it might've been against the woman's eyes. Thank goodness she was at least his teammate. "I'm just enjoying the atmosphere, taking in all of the liveliness around me," Nomi would say in the deep voice of an old man who worked too hard throughout his life. She seemed to play along for a short conversation, but obviously wasn't successfully conned. Turning away from the bar counter with a couple of sly coins beside the rim of his empty glass, he figured he may as well have made his own way back to the group, changing his face back to the long European one that she would be familiar with, right in front of her. As long as he was conceding, he may as well have given a reward, and in this case, that reward would be a little bit of knowledge about him. His face wasn't real.
As quiet as she normally is, she wouldn't make a big case out of it, right?
His tush would actually relax into the spot opposite of her on the train. He wanted to keep in a good range to listen to his comrades, and at the same time, he wanted some comfort in having distance from the ones talking. Periit seemed inwardly focused at the moment, but maybe if she wanted, an exchange of information could occur.
The lull of the train's motion tugged at his head. Could he afford a nap?
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Post by HERO on May 13, 2015 19:39:45 GMT -5
[Bumper double post just to update. Assume Nomi is sitting somewhere inconsequential on the train, that he's a bit disgraced at Periit figuring him out, and that he'd come onto the train checking for possible avenues of ambush before settling. Oratus would sit near Minxele, ask questions, text some people back in Shru'tal, and listen about. Whoever is next, feel free to go, if you'd like. I'mma be busy for another day it seems.]
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 18, 2015 11:38:37 GMT -5
Lilith So I just wanted to mess around with Lilith's psyche, since I didn't really plan on her doing much on the train ride. So if this part is weird and unfocused, apologies, it was late when I wrote this part.
When they entered the train, Lilith settled in to get comfortable. She had probably had a bit too much to drink, so she took the moment to sleep it off. The rocking of the train lulled her to sleep fairly quickly, so she didn't get a chance to converse much with her companions. However, her mind was far from asleep, quite the contrary. Her dreams were strange things, sometimes tangible, others abstract. This one was a strange mixture of both.
For one, colors surrounded her, predominantly blues, blacks, and silvers, since those were her favorite colors. Was it night? Was it day? She didn't know, nor did it really matter. Surprisingly, Lilith was fairly self aware while dreaming, although more of an observer than an active role. It didn't help that she couldn't open her eyes, and it frustrated her beyond belief, and yet, she could function perfectly well. She walked through the strange mush of colors before she realized her feet were splashing in something. A field of water? No, a viscous substance that clung to her and threatened to drag her deep into a smothering grave. Although she struggled, she was dragged down, further and further as her lungs screamed for air. However, all she could do was laugh, as her lungs were flooded. Still, her breath came and went as usual, and her feet touched the 'bottom' of the ocean she had been dragged into.
A pair of eyes glared at her, black and soulless, yet still visible within a faint blue glow from an unidentified light source. One of those things that happen in dreams, she guessed. Unrealistic lighting. Those eyes unnerved her, and she was forced to look away, but when she did they moved closer and closer, causing her to back away in terror. Don't get any closer, she mentally begged, crumpling to her knees and holding her hands up as if to ward away the entity. You'll never escape me, a calm voice replied. I am you and you are me. You'll have to accept that one day.
As abruptly as she was drawn into this area of her subconscious, she was dragged away again, now standing upon a field of blue roses, their color saturating the landscape in brilliant hues. A sudden sensation of warmth ran down her face and she reached up to feel what it was, and saw with some surprise that tears were spilling out of her eyes. "What is this," she said aloud, "this is no time to be crying." Her words choked up as her hands and cheeks became stained with red, and she couldn't stop the flow. This time though, she was rooted in place, unable to run, speak, or resist. She was helpless, and it both infuriated and horrified her. Just wake up, I don't want to be here anymore, she thought. No such luck though, once she was dreaming she would have to continue until it ended. Another day in paradise.[/spoiler] [/font][/font]
Aylin
Once Aylin had found her seat on the train, comfortably positioned next to Oratus, she engaged in a brief discourse with Iphir, mostly about the question of his gender. He was in fact of the male species, which surprised her somewhat, but took it in stride. At least she wouldn't cause an awkward scene by referring to him incorrectly. She rather enjoyed train rides, and glanced out at the window every so often to look at the view, minuscule as it was. The motion of the train was soothing, and she leaned her head against the inner wall of the train, letting her neck take a break, although she wasn't asleep. She wasn't quite that comfortable yet, and her eyes flitted back and forth between the other members of their party, half listening to the conversation.
Her mind wandered, however, and she found herself thinking of the calamity that was Lunacy. Too many cities had already fallen, and the possibility of all of Kalg'rai succumbing to its malevolent influence disturbed her. They were headed towards epicenters, and didn't know what they would find there. The prospect sent a shiver of fear and excitement down her spine. She hoped that none of their group would spin out of control, but there was nothing to protect them, and she sighed slightly. If they were to succeed, which was highly unlikely, it would truly be glorious. She closed her eyes briefly with an amused smirk on her face. Fame and glory, was it worth it? It was, she decided. Now, to see what lay at the end of the tracks.
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Post by DC on May 19, 2015 15:49:13 GMT -5
Act 2, Scene 1: Shystae As the conversations were carried on, and the others merely just enjoyed the ride, the MagiTrain zipped along through the landscape, it seeming to be just a straight path. There were in fact turns, and some of which were extremely sharp, however that was the thing about the trains. Their technology would make it feel like a completely smooth, straight-shot movement. They wouldn't know there would even be turns in the path unless they were to look out of one of the many windows. To anybody even remotely paying attention, it would be easy to see the turns they took, but to anybody not paying attention—likely those who were conversing—it would be unbeknownst to them that there were such things as turns on the ride. Smooth, no troubles, and overall just a pleasant drive. This would likely be a nice break for Nomi, Iphir and Minxele compared to their train ride into Suwnloe. The second train ride would almost seem to be paradise, by comparison.
Wystaan stayed silent after a while, starting to retreat to his mind as he started mulling over the things that Astheir shared with him while waiting for the group to meet up. Wystaan knew some of what the future held, and he decided that he wasn't too big of a fan of what. He knew that some of it would be beneficial in the end—a blessing in disguise. He let out a small breath, unnoticeable by any who would even be looking on. Things would get darker before things got lighter. He had no idea what the end would be—Astheir couldn't and wouldn't tell him that much, and he wasn't sure that they would make it in the end. No time for pessimism, he reminded himself. He smiled brightly. We'll win.
The train ride would go on long enough to allow everybody to sleep for some time, if one were to fall asleep. However, to those that would fall asleep—or who may have already—the ride would feel shorter because of that fact. If one weren't to fall asleep, it wouldn't feel nearly as short, however it didn't go on long enough to be bothersome. Maybe an hour or so.
After the train would come to a stop, the doors would open systematically and one by one, Viktaal, Iphir, Minxele and Wystaan would get up. Viktaal seemed to be the first one to step off of the train, followed by Wystaan, Iphir, then Minxele. They would all break off so as to give room for everyone else to step off and observe their surroundings. They were within Vaarys. And already, they would be welcomed. There were by no means a small crowd, but as everyone within the small party would begin to get off the train, the people seeking refuge would surge past them into the MagiTrain. Pushing your way out would be a feat, but it would have to be possible. The first four that got off managed to break off successfully and without much trouble. But that was when people surged into the train.
The technological city was huge. For some reason, however, it couldn't be called a metropolis for some reason. The word just didn't sit correctly. The area did seem to be a bit more resistant to the Lunacy, but anybody could see that Vaarys had fallen. The fact that there were even people was somewhat inspiring because of that. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad?
They would be greeted by seemingly the monotonous scenery that was Shystae after they left the city of Vaarys. Mountains could be seen in the horizon, but everywhere else, there would seem to be open plains. The open plains would have advantages as well as disadvantages. The advantages would be that they could see anything coming from just about anywhere, if they were to pay attention. The weather was also fairly calm within Shystae, so that wouldn't play too much of a factor in things. Nighttime would be colder, since there wasn't much to trap the heat, however it still seemed like the plains were friendly in the regard that it wasn't cold enough to be damaging to one that would fall asleep in the open plains. The disadvantages would be that it meant there was more room to be ambushed by waves of apparitions; the creatures that lie beyond in the plains could also see them coming.
Their biggest advantage, however, was what would tell them what they were really looking for. In the distance, what looked like quite a hike, would be a sort of mass, something that looked very much so alive from where they were standing. It looked black, however it was uncertain if that was because of its color or because of its distance away. It looked alive in the regard that it seemed to have an erratic "pulse". It was flaring up and dying down rapidly.
Viktaal looked around quietly, noting the way the mana flowed in the land, and his gaze fell upon said black mass in the distance. He frowned a little, seeing something that was a bit disheartening. "Tell me I'm not the only one that sees that..." When he spoke, Iphir looked directly at Viktaal before following his gaze to the black mass. Minxele had already been looking when Viktaal commented, and Wystaan looked around, confused, before he figured that he was talking about the black thing in the distance. Iphir shook his head, and Viktaal caught that in the periphery of his vision. "Well.... that is pure mana." |
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Post by HERO on May 21, 2015 23:57:21 GMT -5
Beyond 48 hours, but ah well. Really tired, may as well put this here. Tap-tap-tappity-tap tap. The exchange went on further between Oratus and his professor was coming to a close as the train ride was slowing down. Tapping the power button, he put the mobile device in sleep mode. Easing up didn't feel too bad, as comfortable as he managed to get himself in the seat, and with a few shoulder shrugs there wasn't much stiffness left in Oratus' movements as he got up and walked to the exit.
"Lillith, you best wake up no-ow!" He sang out, turning his head towards her as he began stepping, giving an almost musical ring to the urgency in which she should probably get clear of the train. Of course he himself had to struggle getting through the people flooding in, but he definitely had the physical strength to elbow his way past. A few people also happened to be polite enough, despite their panic, to turn and let him through, figuring the difference between the train's leaving from 12 seconds after to 15 seconds wasn't great enough to really want to impede the warlock.
Once free, Oratus felt he could breathe much easier, and wondered if there would be time enough to stay and find something interesting within the city.
Nope, or at least not for him. Nomi had seemed to be able to slip right through the other open train car door when the time came, and moved through the crowd with such a systematic rhythm that there may as well have been no resistance at all. Having taken a nap for the first time since leaving this city, he felt more energized, ready to take on what would come to him, but before the adventure went on much further, he would seem to split off paths for a short distance. He needed to inform his people of his change of plans.
His return would actually seem to be just moments away, as if he simply lagged behind a little, compared to the rest of the group. Stepping right up next to where Oratus and the rest seemed to stand, he could just barely mask a look of askance when Oratus admitted, "Huh, you know, if it wasn't for the Lunacy going around, I think I'd be really excited to rush towards that." He was still excited to go right into it, but for his own reasons he played it low. He and Nomi both felt it, and saw it too, the flowing of mana all about them, coming from the direction of the black mass. Oratus went on, "I could only imagine how thick it'd feel inside for it to be black like that. Being already fed and rested, I'm ready to go."
After they actually went, Nomi suggested, "If we aren't to move at an incredibly fast pace, I can go ahead to scout, search for irregularities and unusual dangers." |
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 27, 2015 22:59:42 GMT -5
Lilith
As the train pulled to a halt, Lilith woke up with a start, before yawning and stretching, her muscles complaining about the stiff position she had held for the duration of the train ride. She cracked her neck as the group disembarked, although she unfortunately found herself caught in the surge of refugees that crowded the train. She scowled faintly as she shouldered her way through, her relatively slight frame making it somewhat easier. She kept her eyes trained on Minxele, Iphir, Wystaan, and Viktaal, easing her way towards them. It wouldn't do to get lost or be swept away by the mass of bodies. Once she reached them she quickly slid to the edge of the group, waiting for the others to catch up.
Lilith glanced around the area, somewhat unfamiliar with Vaarys, and Shystae in general. Her gaze was quickly drawn the 'thing' in the distance, and her eyes narrowed as she attempted to get a better look. Sensing mana was not her specialty, but even she could get a general grasp of what exactly that 'thing' was, especially with Viktaal's clarifying comments. She mumbled incoherently to herself, something along the lines of 'Well that's just great'. A small sigh escaped her lips and she looked to her companions for their reactions. "Are we really heading towards that thing?" she asked in a subdued tone.
Aylin
The train ride was educational, to put it one way. Aylin had always liked trips, so the length of the ride didn't bother her all that much; she actually enjoyed the stillness that came with a monotonous trek. As the train came to a stop, she carefully double checked that she had all of her belongings, especially her main storage bag. Being close to the main four males, she disembarked with them, managing to avoid the majority of the flow of traffic, although she noticed a few of her comrades get temporarily stuck. This caused her to snicker faintly, even though she sympathized with their predicament. She took in the sight of Vaarys, appreciating its technological environment, but a bit saddened by the signs of it too having fallen. Her teeth clenched around her tongue, causing her to yelp in pain before exhaling almost violently to relieve the shock of having bitten her own tongue. The metallic taste of blood wasn't something she was adverse to however, and she nursed her wound with soft curses about her own stupidity.
Her rambling ceased, however, when Viktaal pointed out the black mass in the distance. With widened eyes, she shifted her position to get a better look. "Well I'll be damned," she said, her tone a bit awed. "So that's what we came here for?" A harsh laugh escaped her throat, almost as if she were trying to unsee what the group was currently staring at. "Pure mana eh?" she mused, a bit quieter now. Reflexively, she began twisting the hems of her sleeves, a nervous tick. The black 'thing' unsettled her, but it seemed that their only course of action was to head towards it, although she would appreciate learning more about it first. Perhaps Nomi's suggestion could be taken, although it wasn't up to her to decide. This just got a bit more interesting.
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Post by DC on May 28, 2015 7:25:25 GMT -5
When the train would be filled and would pull off to inevitably end up in Suwnloe, it left the party with a sudden sense of... emptiness. It was suddenly as if the entire region was empty, and it was just them, though something felt off about the entire thing. It was the mana surge, to those that already familiarized themselves with the sense; it would be likely due to the fact that it was taking all of Kalg'rai. Unlike Suwnloe, they could feel the stronger sense of mana, and it was enough to make their skin crawl to those with a weaker will. But it wasn't enough to ruin them. Not in this proximity. The thing in the distance was indubitably the "epicenter" of the surge within Vaarys, and that was what caused Minxele to sigh.
Wystaan fell quiet. The sense that something was wrong was accurate in pinpointing the fact that it was the surge of mana, but something else was brewing. Something sinister, but none would be able to determine just what it would be. Wystaan knew what it was, and he wasn't exactly a happy camper about it. "We'd better get going," he muttered quietly, though loud enough to be heard. Viktaal nodded, Minxele huffed in reluctant agreement and Iphir simply held a stoic composure. Yeah, it was time to start. Let's get going. The temperature was dropping since nighttime was approaching, and it would be evident that they'd need to set up camp and rest for a while. That was when a sudden explosion could be heard not too far off. Viktaal would look over and activate his HoloScouter and frowned. "Lovely. An apparition. Prepare yourselves; if any of you have antimagic, this would be a wonderful time to display that knowledge. Apparitions can be slain quite easily from it. A simple charge of the ability* would be all that you need. It's the bane of their existence."
Viktaal shook his head, Iphir merely looked to where the explosion was, and Minxele grinned. "I got it."
* A charge of 1 can kill an apparition.
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Post by HERO on May 29, 2015 18:36:24 GMT -5
Oratus blinked disbelievingly, yet slowly towards the source of the explosion, confirming just what it was. "Well would you look at that..." He had done a little studying up on the properties of antimagic energies while putting together his graduate thesis, but did not know any practical application of it that would help kill the Apparition. Even funnier, he happened to own an antimagic spear and shield, but didn't carry them on him because he wasn't a spear-man of any sort, and a shield would make much of everything else he did more difficult. Nomi immediately found himself crouching low, and raising his forearms up for either a defense or an attack of sorts when the sound of the explosion slammed his eardrums. He knew next to nothing of antimagic, and made a note of what Viktaal told them. Maybe that could be of help to his clan, and all the outposts that kept getting destroyed. Thankfully they wouldn't need to do all that much in directly combating it, not with Minxele seeming capable. Nomi rested his hindquarters on one of his raised heels, and Oratus took a sigh of relief, as well as a few steps closer to Minxele, just to stand beside him, preparing for a defense. "Even if just a little will do, I'll prepare a little defense, in case what the stories say about the strengths of those creatures' spellcasting is true." Tightening one of his fists, he began to gather energy within his right hand. "Unless of course you feel like you won't need it, or there's something else you might make better use of." Nomi didn't feel like appearing useless in this case either, but couldn't think of anything in particular that he could put to use yet while crouch-walking himself right up to the side of Oratus, on the opposite side of Minxele. Perhaps something generic would do. "I'll prepare my armor enchantment, and devise a means of taking some attention away." He had yet to really use the magic enchantment on his armor, but now was as good a time as ever. It felt weird to be pushing out excess mana like that, making him feel slightly self-conscious, but it wasn't like he was trying to be invisible here. His shadow he figured he may as well build up too, while he was being unusually conspicuous, and his companion was preparing a defense. Either can be made null until the if the encounter isn't supposed to start yet.
Oratus:
- Abjuration [0]
Nomi:
- Speed Enchantment: Storage [0]
- Illusion: Shadow [0]
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 31, 2015 14:58:01 GMT -5
For sake of flow I'll be narrating both character's perspectives without splitting it up Any sense of foreboding Lilith had been picking up on culminated with the explosion. When the source was explained as an apparition, she bit back a curse. "Well this is going to be fun," she said flatly, drawing one of her rapiers. Hearing, however, that apparitions could only be killed with anti magic, she decided that it would be best if she remained in a support position for the moment, since she herself didn't have any means to use anti magic with her. She did begin gathering mana so she wouldn't be left completely defenseless 1. Aylin, on the other hand, although not trained in anti magic, had a few items that might work. "Let's see here," she muttered, setting the brown bag she carried on her back on the ground. She reached inside and withdrew a spear, a reward from a bounty she had undertaken with some of the present members of the group. It had an Anti Magic enchantment on it, and she knew enough about spears to be able to function with it, even though she didn't specialize in the weapon type. She would begin activating the enchantment, although it somewhat reassured her that Minxele seemed to know what he was doing 2. 1. Sanguine Control [0]
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Post by DC on Jun 1, 2015 16:00:46 GMT -5
Viktaal noted how the group was getting a little closer together and so did Minxele. Ihpir made a silent note about it, but Wystaan was a bit more entrapped mentally by the apparition before them. He knew that they were a bit of a consistency with the Lunacy reaching where it was. Anti-Magic was the recommended, and typically sole, method of dealing with them, however they could fight a non-physical battle if there was an extraplanar entity helping them along. And that was what caused Wystaan to take a step back from the group, setting them in between himself and the apparition. "Seeing about summoning a temporary ally," he said loud enough for them to be heard. He held both of his hands as if he were holding a ball in front of his chest, and that was when a lavender and black flame manifested within the air between his handsW1.
Minxele pulled out his weapon and then began putting power behind his gunM1, knowing the strength needed to take the creature down. So far it was just one, and he was hoping that it would only be one. That would make life so much easier. But something in the back of his head reminded him that reality was never that kind. Sure enough, that was when there was another bang behind the entire group. This made Wystaan suddenly incredibly more concerned, since now he was technically "leading" the group's flank.
Viktaal wasn't sure how he would be able to combat them, knowing that they had a tendency to ignore some physical attacks when they were changing forms. It was a trick of theirs that was actually fairly bothersome. He began building up his innate abilityV1, not otherwise sure how he would be able to aid the group. If he couldn't exactly fight them, he could at least provide meat-shields for the group. The more numbers they had, the better off they would be. Minxele seemed to be leading the anti-magic battle, but Viktaal also noted that Aylin pulled a spear out. Perhaps that tool would help, though he questioned her proficiency with it. Hopefully it would be enough to pass.
Iphir observed the fact that there was now a second apparition, and this was a bit troubling. His expression didn't seem reflect that of being bothered; he actually smiled a little. The carefree nature he carried with him was now beginning to show. It was clearly not a forced smile, but rather one of legitimate serenity. He was content, and not even the fact that two creatures that were notorious for slaughtering en masse appeared to disturb that tranquility that was his demeanor. He drew his katana rather slowly, beginning to pour energy into the symbol on the very base of the katana's blade, just in front of the guardI1. At the same time, the psicrystal that Iphir possessed immediately resonated with Iphir's will, beginning to build up the speed boost spell it could cast for IphirI2. He didn't verbalize what he was about to do, but when Minxele cast a momentary glance to Iphir, Minxele couldn't help but smile.
Apparition One and Apparition Two will be what they are called, in order of appearance. With Apparition One staring the majority of the group head-on, it was manifested in the form of a golem, seeping black energy and having more of a shadowy form rather than an actual definitive form. Suddenly, it opened its mouth and appeared to "roar", but what came out was a fireball that seemed to already hold more power than what should be allowed for something cast so fastAO1.
Meanwhile, Apparition Two, which was facing the group's flank began building up power of its own plan of attackAT1. This apparition was in the form of a dog that looked more like a bear in size if it weren't for its canine features. There was already flames spewing from the creature's mouth as if replacing saliva, and a rumble was coming from its throat. It was as if it were backed into a corner, despite the fact that it clearly wasn't. Wystaan was very much so concerned about this development because there was nothing protecting him from the apparition, and already knew that he was the very first thing that the apparition would see.
Wystaan:
1. (Wystaan) Conjuration: Extraplanar Entity [0]
Minxele
1. (Gun) Mana Stifling [0]
Viktaal:
1. (Viktaal) Replication [0]
Iphir:
1. (Katana) Metaphysical Cutter [0]
2. (Psicrystal) Speed Boost [0]
Apparition One:
1. Fireball [2]*: Cast
Apparition Two:
1. Fireball [2]: Building power
* Apparitions, being made of mana and using mana, their spells start off far stronger than ordinary. Their power doesn't exceed five, it just takes much less time.
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Post by HERO on Jun 2, 2015 18:02:20 GMT -5
Amazing. The amount of power that fireball carried was impressive for something cast off with what was probably the equivalent of a casual flicker for the Apparition. When Apparition managed to finish taking form, Oratus wondered how much longer he had to continue building the charge in his hand. The choice was much simpler once the fireball was conjured, and quite immediately Oratus swung his right hand up to cast a magical ward, subsequently followed by his left to add an additional burst of strength behind it. 1 He had a reasonable doubt to think it strong enough to completely have the typical effect of reflecting the fireball back, but surely they wouldn't be blown back completely off their feet if the ward were to shatter. Nomi had similar worries, and took it upon himself to make use of his strengthened shadow to quickly erect a thin wall behind the flat barrier to provide an additional defense in case it did shatter.2 Following the shatter of the barrier, and bursting of the fireball, Nomi would retract the shadow back under him, and swiftly take to providing a distraction for the golem. He knew he probably didn't have skills suited for taking down an Apparition, and so the highest item on his priority list was making things easier for the one who did. To do that, taking some of the aggro away wouldn't be the worst idea. From his crouch, he took off into what seemed to be a sprint in a diagonal direction somewhat away from Apparition Two, closer to Apparition One. Slipping out his Illness Dagger, an item covered in a sickly aura when exposed to the air, he would fling it with a speedy, yet eloquent, horizontal half-spin towards what he could make out as the center of gravity in the golem, really giving some nice power from his arm and wrist into it in hope that the material the Apparition was actually made of wouldn't turn out to be incredibly hard post-transformation, and that the dagger's Illness enchantment could cause the golem to begin breaking down after piercing. 3 Oratus turned his head left-right quickly to get a grasp on the current state of things as they were unfolding, and asked Minxele, "How much time do you need?" It was then that he would notice Aylin in the corner of his eye, holding the spear she had gotten from their bounty hunt in Jerianth. He was surprised she actually brought it along, but then again, they were able to carry them now. He himself sent his rewards back home and left it there, though. Oratus:
1. Abjuration [1] + Abjuration [Quickdraw]
Nomi:
2. Shadow [1]
3. Item: Illness Dagger - Thrown towards Apparition One's lower abdomen. Illnesss carries the charge of a Quickdraw.
Stored: Speed Enchantment [1]
1. & 2. Abjuration [1 + Quickdraw] + Shadow [1] = Defense [2+]
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Jun 7, 2015 9:19:52 GMT -5
Lilith decided to remain facing the first apparition, taking in its unnatural form. Oratus's barrier seemed to have staged off the initial attack, but she suspected the apparition wouldn't let them have a break anytime soon. She continued to charge her own attack as she watched, feeling depressingly useless as she didnt know anti magic and couldn't create wards 1. 'Looks like I'll be going to school after this, she thought wryly, if they survived that is.
On the other hand, Aylin took the other apparition, gripping the spear in her hand as the bear like apparition appeared to be readying for an attack. "Here goes nothing," she muttered, raising the spear and carefully aiming. Although it wasn't her weapon of choice, she knew the basics on how to throw it with some accuracy, and planned on compensating for any discrepancies in her aim with her other abilities. As the spear left her hand, it traveled maybe a fourth of the distance between the group and the apparition before suddenly being sucked into a tiny tear in space. It's entire length vanished and a few seconds later, it reappeared mere feet before the apparition, making dodging much more difficult2 If she were to miss she could recall the spear back to her since she didnt want to lose it.
1. Sanguine control [1]
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Post by DC on Jun 9, 2015 19:12:19 GMT -5
There were some successes and some disappointments with the attacks. The first successes: The barrier that Nomi and Oratus threw together to fend off the fireball would be successful, keeping the group safe from the powerful blast from the first apparition. That seemed to anger the creature, however at that very same moment, Minxele would fire off his bullet. As the smoke would clear, just about literally, the bullet would rush through and pierce straight through the apparition. It didn't seem to have any physical effect since the bullet passed through as if the creature wasn't there, however obviously Minxele's anti-magic, mana stifling worked, because the apparition dispersed immediately after the bullet "hit"M1 Two successes right then and there. The disappointment here would be that the dagger that was thrown would soar aimlessly in the direction that the apparition was in, becoming obsolete until retrieved.
The next success: Aylin's spear would successfully meet its mark, so to speak. The spear itself, much like Minxele's bullet, would lance through the obviously nonphysical manifestation as if it wasn't even there, however the anti-magic aspect the spear possessed did its wonder. The apparition would disperse, however with the energy it had built up, it set up for the disappointment with this attack. Having built up the energy for the fireball it was preparing and the apparition suddenly being dispersed, all of the mana that was being built had to go somewhere. Much like the source of its gathering, the mana would "disperse", or, more accurately, explodeAT1. Knowing the power of the blast, Viktaal would be the first to act. He released a clone and both of them jumped in front of the people who were exposed prior to his act. He'd be caught by the explosion, both of him, but everyone behind him would be perfectly fine, able to fight back more. One of the two versions of Viktaal would fade, and the other would be blasted back a few feet, dropping to the ground. He would appear to just be unconscious, but there wouldn't be much time for helping him or celebrating their taking down the apparitions.
Two more "bangs" resounded around them. Sure enough, there were two more apparitions (which we shall call Apparition Three and Apparition Four). Both of them, however, spend their efforts building up energy for their fireballs. Apparition Three took the form of a dragon while it was building its fireball upATh1, and if any were to be paying attention to the second, it would also be in the form of a dragon, similarly building up its fireballAF1.
Minxele sighed and began charging up his weapon againM2, wondering why they were suddenly so unlucky. He was quick to notice that Viktaal was down, and now they were pressed because their previous defense was barely enough to fend off the attacks, and now there were another two. "Damn," he muttered quietly. Wystaan was grateful that the first two had been taken care of, but before he decided it was okay to rest easy and tend to anybody hurt, the two new apparitions spawned in front of them, meaning that he didn't quite abandon his conjurationW1. "More time, we need more time!" he said loud enough to be heard even over the bangs that signaled the apparitions' appearances. As this was happening, Iphir remained quiet, still quietly building up energy behind is bladeI1 while his psicrystal continued to build up its speed boostI2. He had also noticed Viktaal's "self sacrifice" to keep the group intact, and he would have to see what he could do to help after the fight was over. If they walked out okay.
"Please let this end quickly," Iphir thought to himself quietly.
Minxele:
1. (Gun) Mana Stifling [1]: Fired a shot at an apparition, killing Apparition One.
2. (Gun) Mana Stifling [0]
Wystaan:
1. Conjuration: Extraplanar Entity [1]
Iphir:
1. (Katana) Metaphysical Cutter [1]
2. (Psicrystal) Speed Boost [1]
Apparition Two:
1. Fireball [3] (failed): The spell failing due to death resulted in an explosion
Apparition Three:
1. Fireball [2]: Charging
Apparition Four:
1. Fireball [2]: Charging
Status:
1. Viktaal has been defeated.
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Post by HERO on Jun 9, 2015 20:34:15 GMT -5
Nomi felt half-disappointed that his blade had sailed through the air without so much as a single clink into the body of the creature, but observing how the spear flew right through Apparition Two without any resistance at all, it might have been an even slower worker than he thought. Stabbing into the ground fairly deep with a low angle, it seemed to blacken nearby blades of grass after coming in contact, but not much else seemed to occur.*
He skid to a stop to try to assess the situation, after Viktaal's saving action got him incapacitated, and the antimagic spear destroyed Apparition Two. In hindsight, Nomi could've tried to manage something to mitigate that damage, but it was too late, and just now two more apparitions appeared. Turning his head with a quick to-fro when two more explosions occurred, he was glad he hadn't settle down yet, and was now making an effort to charge his speed enchantment.1 Apparitions Three and Four seemed to waste no time in building offenses, and although he didn't have very much to distrupt them with, he did have a means of trying to mitigate further damage. He would use his shadow to shoot out towards Apparition Three a form of tentacle, aiming for the head,2 with intention of ruining the direction it threw it's attack. Trying to pull some attention away from the rest of the group ought to be of use too, he figured.
Oratus took some steps to come closer to the downed Viktaal, and clicked the button on his handgun while pulling it upwards, cleanly out of his holster, and out from the blanket of his cape. "Sorry I forgot my own, Ay. Viktaal, are you awake?" Of course Viktaal was very possibly out cold after taking such a hit in lieu of allowing it to hit them, but Oratus may have been hoping for the relief he'd have if the guy suddenly sat up and said he was fine. Alas, without a response anticipated, Oratus began charging in his left hand an abjuration spell,3 hoping, to manage a disruption of his own. After having clicked the button, the weapon was glowing yellow, ready to fire off electric discharges on the bullets it fired, and Oratus would squeeze the trigger with the barrel aimed towards the mouth of Apparition Four.4 He wouldn't have been surprised if the Apparition itself was unfazed, but he had a hopeful hypothesis that the bullet, or the mini-spell it carried would break the structure of it's attack, perhaps causing the beast's jaw to tear apart if it were to be of similar nature to what hit Viktaal.
Maybe he could fall back on Minxele in case such a thing were a mistake.
Nomi
Prepping:
1. Speed Enchantment [1]
Attack:
2. Shadow [1]
*Misc:
The dagger was thrown with the intention of the illness infecting the Apparition, I'll assume the roots of the grass aren't well entwined well enough to really cause it to spread far outward, because I'm not sure I'd really feel like keeping track of that, and it's unlikely anyone would take advantage of the infected grass anyhow.
Oratus Prepping:
3. Abjuration [0]
Attack:
4. Fired Bullet
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Jun 9, 2015 23:16:15 GMT -5
Lilith breathed a sigh of relief when the two apparitions were dealt with, but found herself yelp in surprise and worry as Viktaal bit the bullet for the rest of them, protecting them from the explosion. Taking advantage of the tiny moment of respite, she hastily grabbed him under both arms and dragged him behind the main portion of the group, hopefully to give him time to recover. Seeing the draconic apparitions appear, she cursed faintly. Turning towards the third apparition, she decided to try a diversionary technique, although she knew it wouldn't kill the apparition. Clasping her hands together she exhaled as the blood building up in her body burst out from the small of her back in the form of four 'limbs'. Raising her left hand she opened and closed her fingers into a fist. In response, two of tendrils launched forward, separating from her body and whirling towards the apparition, splitting into a small conglomerate of spikes1. Whether or not the attack made actual contact didn't concern her all that much. At most she hoped to perhaps blind the apparition briefly, at worst she gave herself a source of blood for later use.
As for Aylin, the fact that the apparition she had attacked was successfully dispersed certainly pleased her, but the feeling of satisfaction quickly turned to anger as she realized her miscalculation which resulted in one of their party members being knocked out of the fight. "Damn it," she growled. Raising her hand she quickly recalled the spear to her at the appearance of the second and third apparitions. She began readying the enchantment again, apprehension rising within her as their situation had quickly down spiraled2.
1. Sanguine Control (released) 2+ Two tendrils launched at the third apparition, hardening to attack, but will liquify after attack is over
2. Spear (Anti Magic Enchantment) [0]
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