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Post by DC on Dec 21, 2014 18:31:02 GMT -5
Legacy of Clan Saph'ralFallen HeroesFame Obtained for Completion: 100(any legendary creatures killed do not count individually; you will get the fame at the end of the story)
PrerequisitesBefore you participate within this story, you must have submitted your character sheet to my inbox with a character that has been posted within its appropriate folder in the Character Sheets section. Once your character has been submitted, I will determine where you will be within the posting order. You may join even if the story has already begun, just so long as you submit your character.
IntroductionThe elderly and divinators within the tundra who were around or that have interest in Tun'aru's history know of an old clan that had a reputation of being extremely powerful with unique styles of magic and a knack for keeping an extremely mysterious shroud over themselves. All that was truly known of them for a while was that they only came out when one could locate one of these elites and personally ask something of them, which was hardly possible even for divinators, or if one first approached someone for something. Somehow, they eluded everybody's scopes, but they were known for one major achievement. One year, an Ice-Dragon had emerged and came with the rare case of many younger dragons approaching it. These dragons continuously laid waste to everything they saw, including towns. Many towns and cities still lay in ruin to this day. Nobody seemed to be able to stop these dragons, and many feared that Vhunt'yir would be lost to the Ice-Dragonkind. After months of attacks and casualty reports giving number far more intimidating than expected, a small band of people started to show up within Vhunt'yir. They were outsiders; nobody recognized any of them. They held confident auras, despite the chaos of the times. Everybody knew these few people weren't quite the heroic types, but they suspected something different about them. Rumors started to spread after the dragons disappeared as a whole. After a few weeks of peace, the band, without any visible wounds of any kind, returned and gave them a heavy load of the alpha ice-dragon's hoard, pronounced their clan name, and then disappeared again. Nobody knew how they did it, or how they could have done them in so effectively, but everyone regarded them as heroes. They became legends within the entire region of Vhunt'yir. They were the saviors, the guardians. Even though everyone knew the band was very exclusive and probably not a friendly lot, they were the saviors of the era. To this day, many know of this story as a bedtime story, a topic of conversation to some, and a reason for Vhunt'yir to live on. But Clan Saph'ral vanished after that. Nobody knows what happened, or if they are still alive anymore. Divinators can't find the answers, nor can the elders. They left without a trace. Occasionally, someone of extreme power would spring up somewhere within one of the regions, and would make themselves known by achievements alone. The citizens of Tun'aru suspect the clan disbanded and scattered all over the continent and these people are those members. But none can be sure. People often wonder if the members ever had offspring to carry on their legacy of extreme strength and enigmatic magical capability ranges. But nobody ever finds answers. Recently, a new threat has occurred. As if a chain reaction, a sudden surge of raw mana would become of each region. Apparitions started spawning more and more, yet everybody's magical potency skyrocketed to unheard of levels en masse. Everything became more powerful than people were truly capably of doing. Power struggles have emerged, and chaos is taking over the continents slowly, the mana corrupting the minds of many into the creation of more and more lunatics. Some towns and cities have become known as lunatic havens, as they were completely consumed by the mana-madness. The surge of mana is a curse more than a blessing. Apparitions are becoming so common that they often attack cities and towns, and still yet they even fight each other upon crossing paths. There is only one lead as to how to solve the curse enveloping the continent: follow the source of the mana surge. This is possible only by obvious increase of mana in the land and frequencies of apparitions as one draws closer to the source in each region. Many have died along the way in vain attempts to get to the sources. Others have become lunatics far more powerful than even legends of Kendall. People had hoped the mysterious heroes would emerge; Vhunt'yir is desperately hoping that Clan Saph'ral will save the day again. So a search party is needed to either be heroes, or to seek out the legends.
Posting Order- DC: Cynterialis, Minxele, Iphir, Wystaan, Viktaal
- HERO: Nomi, Oratus
- Ars Moriendi: Lilith, Aylin
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Post by DC on Jan 20, 2015 17:22:44 GMT -5
Character Introductions
Choose one introduction for your characters' entrance to the story. These are the guidelines to begin the RP, but this is your chance to get your exposition in before technically "starting" the RP. Add as many details as you want to the intro of your choice; one has been provided for all of the regions that you're able to start from. I'm posting this early so you may choose where you want to start before the RP story begins, as well as decide on an intro if you haven't already for your characters.Phyr'alPeople have been panicking for a while now; the surge of mana was a harbinger of bad things since the very start, since people knew that it wasn’t natural, and they had predicted what was to come. Divinators had predicted only bad things, and now, bad things were happening. One by one, towns and cities throughout the region have fallen prey to the same affliction that is taking over the rest of Kalg’rai. Rumors have spread of lunatic-havens and their “breeding grounds”, and one by one, people have started to become hopeless, and those that haven’t have started to become thirsty for more power. The slow descent into lunacy is becoming evident… it’s not long before your location, you are forced to suspect, is to become one of those “lunatic-havens”. At this point, you’ve been given only two options. Take a MagiTech train to nowhere (which reveals itself to force you into Shystae), or stay where you are and face the possibility of becoming afflicted by the same madness taking over most of Kalg’rai. JerianthJerianth was the first place to become dangerous, and to no great surprise. Having its location being an entire forest that stretches out across said region, the greater potency of mana meant that the surge put the land into overload. Jerianth is by far the most dangerous place to be in this time, as well as it was the very first to fall into complete lunacy. You had, somehow, become one of the very select few that haven’t descended into madness. The hunger has become so intense that people have started to believe that they can truly achieve god-status, and thus there is no sacred place, no place that hasn’t been drenched in the blood of combatants each looking to further their capabilities. With the surge of mana, as well as the endless “practice”, some of the most deadly rivals have become established within Jerianth. So far, it is a wonder as to how you’ve survived this far, but it is inevitable that you’d meet your fate here. So naturally, you have to get out. Here, there simply is no other option. Hopping onto a MagiTech train, there seems to be a set course that the train is heading to—there are no stops on the way. Vhunt'yirVhunt’yir seemed to be one of the slowest to become affected by the surge of mana from whatever was going on. The people within Tun’aru seemed to think that it was the blessing of Clan Saph’ral, but that was becoming a quickly-fading belief as time went on and the region started to suffer from the same curse that was enveloping Kalg’rai. At the rate it was going, with all of the rumors flying like they were, it seemed that Kalg’rai was going to be lost forever, and you were likely to be one of the lunatics that would eventually die, either by combat with another power-hungry lunatic, or just by old age. That’s when the apparitions started attacking in massive numbers, both against each other as well as towns and cities throughout the region. Your town was the first to go to these attacks. It was surprisingly resistant to the mana surge’s lunatic allure, but it wasn’t quite as prepared for a threat such as the apparition population skyrocketing as it has. It wasn’t even a contest; your town was slaughtered, and only a small handful of you managed to get away. You all had banded together to make it to Tun’aru, which was just starting to become a threat to lunacy, to catch a MagiTech train to wherever it would take you. The stretch to getting to the Train was the hardest part, it seemed, due to the fact that the small band of survivors of the town you had fled from started dropping like flies. If not from the unforgiving weather, it was from the lunacy taking them captive. Your band had to kill each other just to survive… how ironic. Now, you sit on the MagiTech train as the sole survivor of your old town, or at least, where you were staying in that time. ShystaeShystae still hasn’t quite yet fallen into a hopeless spiral downwards, and that can be attributed to the fact that the region was one of the weakest in terms of mana from the very beginning. But, slowly, the region is also starting to show signs of a weakening immunity. The surface, or more specifically, the city of Vaarys is becoming a target to the apparitions that are starting to spawn with the gradual increase of mana that is taking over Kalg’rai. At first, it was nothing… people could just tap into mana from the land a bit easier. Though, after a little while, they were having the same “problem” that everyone else was having a while before. The capital city is losing its ability to be called a safe-haven… rapidly. The MagiTech train would drop those that are seeking to get away from the other regions would be dropped off within Vaarys, making Vaarys the obvious go-to in order to escape the madness for as long as they can. But for those of you that are just arriving, there is a group of City Guard that haven’t been infected, yet, shepherding everyone to the city of Suwnloe. Suwnloe is an underground city, blessed with an absolutely stunning appearance. |
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Post by DC on Jan 20, 2015 21:15:16 GMT -5
And it begins... Minxele had planned on heading to an area of his choice, but before he left the small town of Onn'iell, things went horribly wrong. It was seemingly an "ordinary" day considering that all of Kalg'rai was descending into, simply put, hell. Apparitions had suddenly flooded the area, and to no great surprise, had obliterated everything that he had planned on traveling away from for a little while. Minxele had a decent little home in Onn'iell, and he was just starting to enjoy life before the sudden affliction started to consume the "serenity", if you could call it that, of Kalg'rai. The freelancer hadn't even stepped two feet out of the town before he saw a small herd of apparitions were brawling—if you could call it that—it out, and the fight was making its way to the town. Then, to no great surprise, Minxele detected the natural shift, and then corruption of a natural flow of mana, signaling the creation of an apparition. But it wasn't just one... it wasn't just two, but more and more were spawning a matter of feet all around him.
This wasn't just an attack... this was a siege on the town that he was taking residence in. He decided it wasn't worth it and then he looked around. He didn't particularly care for these people, considering he often manipulated them to get information or random possessions off of them for whatever reason he may have, but he actually didn't really have the apathy to just let it go to waste. But people were dying left and right, until there was a small band of people that had grouped with Minxele to escape. They were few, and not particularly skilled with many things. They depended on Minxele, because for some reason, he was oddly immune to the lunacy that was taking hold. For some reason, despite the surge he was able to take advantage of, he was not at all at risk, it seemed. On top of that, he was already far better with magic than they were, so he was their sword and shield. Minxele didn't particularly mind, but he didn't actually like the combat all that much. He would rather talk his way out of a situation, but considering that apparitions didn't give a damn about words or the sort, he had no choice.
He had one advantage over the apparitions, as well. Being that apparitions are made solely of mana, Anti-Magic was the bane of their existence. And, oddly enough, that was what Minxele took schooling for, in his time in Sh'rutal. As they made a wild rush for Tun'aru, things started to go wrong. The first of the group had started to stutter with mindless thoughts that weren't quite coherent enough to be considered actual thoughts. Then, all of a sudden, she started laughing hysterically and then stopped dead in her tracks, beginning to charge up a gravitational spell. She aimed to crush them under magic gravity. Minxele didn't have time to waste, so he threw off her early charging with a Mana Stifle, and then blasted a few bullets through her skull. It was gruesome, but there was no time for "humanity", that ironically enough, Minxele technically didn't have to adhere to.
After a number of similar situations, it was just Minxele, and he wasn't exactly complaining about that fact. His own survival was more important to him than those that were destined to fall prey to the Lunacy anyway. Catching the train just before it was about to leave, Minxele let out a breath of air that he didn't even realize he was holding in the last tail of his dash. It was a damn good thing that the town was a matter of a few miles away. He thanked his MagiTech innards for the stamina that he possessed. He'd have missed the train, and thus missed his only opportunity to get away without spending an eternity battling apparitions that would lead to his demise.
Thanks, Dad....
Cynterialis was having a much easier time than most. He had already been within Suwnloe, and so he wasn't surprised that the city that was unaffected, and possibly immune to the lunacy, was becoming the safe-haven for many. He wondered, quietly, if there were any other places safe from it. Doubtful, since most of the other regions were mana-rich grounds that would allow for apparitions to spawn wildly and endlessly. Many lives would be lost, and those that weren't would be tainted with the lunacy's allure. He knew that he would be immune to it, only because of what he was, which was not normal.
Humans and metahumans alike are at risk... but my kind aren't... I suppose I'm lucky, he thought quietly to himself. As selfish as it was, as self-centered as it was, it was true. Because of the MagiTech innards, he was actually immune to the surge of mana, since it actually blocked out potentially dangerous levels of mana being absorbed from the land itself. It was the way that his kind, the Almorr, which was unknown to most inhabitants of Kalg'rai, were put together. Their MagiTech implants and replacements of organs rejected dangerous things that have to do with mana.
That's not to say they were resistant to hostile spells, but they were unable to be affected by the affliction of Kalg'rai. The disease that it was had only one antibody that it couldn't surpass, and that was the almorr. There were potential humans and metahumans that could resist the affliction with a good efficiency, but it wasn't a permanent immunity. They'd have to take refuges, or there'd have to be two people who were trained in abjuration to protect everybody consistently. The first, at least, to protect an entire group, and the second to protect the one protecting everybody else. The problem with that was that most groups don't quite work out that way.
Cynterialis was glad that he could be a little "greater" than humans and metahumans, in this case. So, he merely hung out within Suwnloe and watched as people unloaded from the trains. Those from other regions would have a much longer ride, meaning that it wouldn't nearly be as quick of a journey. They risked attacks while they were on the trains, though it was hopefully not too long of a journey to "infect" people on board.
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Post by HERO on Jan 21, 2015 15:20:40 GMT -5
'Ichi, Ni, San, Shi...'
These stretches and breathing exercises were a necessary part of his morning routine, and kept his body quite flexible and mobile. Already laid out at his bedside was his gear, and his disguise, carefully placed in two incredibly neat piles. He was told to prepare to travel the day before by his superiors, and of course it had to do with the concern over what's been happening lately. The clan had limited reach outside of the capital, save for lookout houses and hideaways, but it was through those institutions that they came to learn a good deal about the chaos that was ensuing.
He still hasn't yet had even enough time to fully wrap his mind around it all. But more magically-inclined citizens were suddenly becoming masterful geniuses at what they did more often than usual, and crazed magical madmen smothered with blood have broken into and ripped asunder places thought to be safe far-from-home clan members. The strange apparitions that also came around afterwards pushed the highest elders of the clan to scramble for action, but they weren't too sure of what action they could take. And so, scouts were to be sent to investigate just what was going on. This action was rushed further by what would appear to be even closer invasions and attacks, meaning Nomi was very possibly on a time limit in gathering information.
Good thing he does these stretches, or else the heavy weight of all the stress could make him feel weighed down...
A half hour later, Nomi was moving swiftly through the streets of the capital city, people here and there a bit roused from what they could manage to pick up from the RSS feeds on the monitors of their devices. Images and warnings of black Apparitions and crazed Lunatics had their eyes glued so well that Nomi didn't even think they would notice him if he were sprinting around them. Not that he was conspicuous in anyway, but the most most people would see of him would be his dark blue hooded mage cape, wonderful for hiding things in. And the hood obscured his false face well enough that it felt like double protection, perhaps necessary for him to feel comfortable actually riding the Magitek train for the first time in a whole year. The crowd inside the train seemed thicker than he remembered being allowed in the cars he rode in before, but perhaps it was through the influence of the city guard? He would have to keep quiet, and observe whatever he possibly could in these people. Even the slightest bit of information could be precious when series of outbreaks could happen right in the capital. It was actually the reason he left for Suwnloe, to search for more information about what was happening and how it could possibly be slowed if not stopped. Others were sent there too of course, but of course the elders wanted no one to know who else was riding along.
Maybe he was feeling a slight bit weighed down after all. His sigh felt enough to suggest it when the doors to the train closed.
'At least I'm not expected to fight swarms of those things here and now...'
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elikeclipse
Wanderer
If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Jan 22, 2015 15:55:09 GMT -5
{[ Apologies, this is a completely new rewrite of my characters escape from Jerianth ]}
Quixel would currently be running away from a group of apparaititons, his dark red eyes filled with shock yet fear. Only weeks ago had he felt the mana surge within Kalg'rai, yet he hadn't given it a single thought. Perhaps it had just been some sort of event, he'd thought at the time. However, when he felt it grow only stronger, he'd started thinking something was wrong. That's about the time when thing started going to hell. Gradually, everyone had turned into raving lunatics, with powers rivaling the legendary creatures he had learned about from his father. He could remember, very vividly unfortunately, of when a lunatic had barged into his parents home while he was there, and torched them in front of his eyes,watching their skin melt off the bone and see them turn into ashes. After having killed the lunatic with decapitation via his spearhead, he had decided he needed to get out of Jerianth, fast.
Which brought him to his current situation: Currently running away from one of the things that he feared the most. His father had once told him stories of such beings: Created out of corrupted mana, or purposely summoned. His father had once said that he himself had summoned one, and bared a massive wound on his chest where he'd taken a full-fledged gravitational spell. Quixel's blood would be running hot in his veins as he adds on a burst of speed, keeping his distance away from the apparaitions, yet he could feel himself beginning to tire. Soon, his energy would leave him, and he would face his death.
It would be at this time where he would look around, realizing that his 'assumed' place of death was near a MagiTech train. 'How ironic' He would think to himself as he starts to slow down. 'I was born on a train, and I'm destined to die next to one' he would chuckle dryly at this, before he would notice that one of teh doors was open. Adrenaline would take over now as he puts on one last burst of speed, launching himself into the MagiTech train. Letting out a sigh as he feels the train depart from Jerianth, Quixel would lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as realization starts to come to him. 'I'm the only one left alive' He'd think to himself as he notices that, against his thoughts, he was surrounded by people. Letting a breath go, he would slowly get onto his aching legs, shaking his head slowly as he grips his spear tightly, baring his teeth. He'd lost so much in such a short time, he would only get angrier as time goes on. 'Why me.....' He would think as a single tear would roll down his cheeks. 'My parents......my friends........what the hell happened to cause all this......'.
'I will avenge you.....Mother......Father.....even if its the last thing I ever do........'
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Post by DC on Jan 22, 2015 16:45:55 GMT -5
Act 1, Scene 1: Loco Locomotives MinxeleWith a few moments' observation, he noticed that he was in a fairly populated train, which struck him as odd. In fact, it was very odd. He didn't really think that many people really would be able to catch the train anyway, much less there being that many people living in Vhunt'yir. He shrugged it off, deeming it not very important, and then he looked around at the people for something other than the fact of a "overall head-count". Rather than seeing how many people there were, he was examining how people were, mentally speaking. Many of the people were either frightened, crying, shaking from the cold, trying to sleep, or fidgeting in an obvious annoyance at whatever may have brought them thus far. Minxele didn't really blame anybody for any of the reactions, since he knew that the situation would affect people in various ways.
Sit down, take a rest... you'll be good for the ride there, a familiar voice said within Minxele's head. Ah, the psicrystal. Now it decides to say something... and it was, to no great surprise, an obvious lie. It had detected something that Minxele hadn't noticed right away, and Minxele was only aware about the lie due to the bond that he had with the crystal. You really know how to keep me on my toes, Minxele mused. But now, he was on high alert. The psicrystal knew that something was up, and obviously this wouldn't be a very relaxing train-ride to wherever it was taking him.
That was when a hand fell upon Minxele's shoulder... roughly. Minxele's immediate reaction was a spin to his left—the left shoulder leading the way, being the shoulder that hadn't been touched—and drew his handgun with his right hand. The grip having been broken, Minxele faced the male with the handgun's square barrel tucked against the male's side—just below the very bottom rib. Minxele looked right into the male's eyes, and saw what he didn't really wish he'd seen. Minxele didn't like fighting, but right now, his life was more important. He wouldn't pull the trigger if he didn't have to. "Chill out; you have no reason to cause a scene here, you know? Come on, let's not get violent," Minxele says quietly, hoping to keep the attention drawn to them at a minimal. Currently, it was pretty successful. The way Minxele had the gun tucked in, his overcoat shrouded what was going on to outside eyes, but he had the gun pressed in enough for the male to know what was there. "I'm sure we can talk it out, yeah?"
"You won't even be a footnote in my ascension to being a god!"
For the love of... Minxele thought, pulling the trigger to launch a bullet into the lunatic's side, angled upwards to cause as much damage as he could without being lethal. The pop of Minxele's gun firing as well as the inane declaration made by the lunatic had drawn attention, though, and now people were starting to swarm. Almost a few minutes after he had pulled the trigger, a few people ripped the man away from Minxele and proceeded to beat him to a pulp right there on a train. One of them just so happened to be a City Guard that was keeping tabs on the train. Apparently the trains aren't even safe... wonderful, he thought. He watched as the people kept pounding away at the lunatic, who was still squirming frantically as if it would aid him in some way. Before long, though, the body stopped flailing, but people didn't seem to mind as they continued to beat away. Nobody stopped them. People even cheered. CynterialisThe more that people poured into Suwnloe, the more curious Cynterialis had become. Was Suwnloe the only place that was decent sanctuary from everything going on? Cynterialis had only just shown up a little while ago—maybe a few days—but since then things had really skyrocketed. He knew things were bad, but he didn't expect them to be this bad. He knew people risked being attacked on the trains, but he figured that he wouldn't have many issues aside from maybe people that were pissed off at him from his swordplay school. But, those numbers were fizzling out, mostly because people had more important things to do than to brood on old stories. On top of that, with everything going on, it was likely that a number of them have perished.
Whatever, he thought, though was slightly amused by it. Although the wrappings on his face would hide it, he would smile a little at the thought of some of them, particularly the ones he considered most annoying, dying. He ran through different scenarios in his head; would they have died from a lunatic, or from an apparition? Did they become lunatics? Were they attacked by ordinary people who were just in a state of panic? The possibilities were practically endless. Though, it was possible some of them would arrive in Suwnloe via a MagiTech train within the next few days. Cynterialis walked off to a nearby tavern and then sat down, looking around. It was extremely busy, seeing as many people would prefer to drink away their misery rather than think about it.
Destroying their own bodies just to forget... how lame, he thought. Then again, they didn't have the luxury of subjugation like he did. They couldn't just "cast away" their thoughts, almost literally.
Nomi's Encounter'At least I'm not expected to fight swarms of those things here and now...'
Expected to fight? No. Would he have to? Well..
"All of you bow before your ruler! Those that don't obey will be slaughtered like the pigs you are!" A female voice almost shrieked. That's when a loud bang went off and people started panicking. Nomi would, if he looked, see that a large part of the ceiling of the train had been blown up, and there was blood around the hole. Apparently, someone had just been blown to smithereens, and then someone else was next. She looked directly at Nomi. "Kneel before me, pig!" As she screamed an order at Nomi—singling him out for no apparent reason, yet singling him out nonetheless—she was already gathering mana[1]. At the same time, she clenched her left hand into a tight fist, stepping towards Nomi, ready to punish him if he didn't obey.Quixel's Encounter'I will avenge you.....Mother......Father.....even if its the last thing I ever do........'
Last thing he'll ever do? It's possible.
The train was pretty packed with people, all of which still trying to get out of Jerianth as quick as possible. Though, something was very off about most of the people on the train. There were apparently people who weren't fazed by what was going on all around them. Everybody around Quixel, at least those that were "normal", were breaking down. They were broken—most people on the train from Jerianth had nothing left at all, even after a lifetime of building it all up. Wives/Husbands, children, homes, possessions, ideas and possibilities... it was all gone. Many of the people had lost hope. They expected to die, even though they had made it to the train.
Thud, thud, thud.
Bones snapping. People screaming. It would all rush at Quixel extremely quickly, reality forcing its way onto Quixel. Then, the very same people that weren't reacting in the slightest to the Lunacy taking over Kalg'rai were suddenly enraged. Quixel was not just fighting one lunatic. He was fighting a party of six, at least at first, lunatics, all of them aimed on the people around Quixel, and even Quixel himself. In fact, Quixel lucked out; only one lunatic was targeting him directly. The lunatic seemed a little too bulky to be focused on magic, though pumping through his bulky body was the enchantments already established to enhance his strength tenfold. Quixel couldn't afford to take a direct hit from him[2]. Sure enough, a large fist was swung straight for Quixel's nose.
1. (Nomi) Pyrokinesis: Column of fire[0]
2. (Quixel) The lunatic targeting him has five turns before his enchantment wears out; if Quixel takes the first hit, it will be lethal, and will actually shatter his skull. |
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Post by HERO on Jan 24, 2015 9:38:35 GMT -5
'Well...ain't that a drag,' Nomi thought quietly to himself after hearing the first outburst, and gently turning his head towards the woman, who seemed intent on establishing her own form of Lunatic control over the train car. He knew he had to take action, not necessarily for the sake of protecting the others who were left, and probably cowering in their seats, but also for self-preservation, and perhaps just as importantly, information. The attacks launched upon the outhouses left surreal scenes of various forms of destruction, and so Nomi knew not what to really expect from her, but inducing spontaneous combustion was quite the nasty example.
And so, onto acting quickly. At 'kneel' he was already thinking of go-to practices in different situations of emergency, and threat elimination would've worked best, he'd figure here with the checklists inside his mind being skimmed through. In later hindsight he would probably wonder about escaping through the hole made, but then again, what would happen to him after? As far as the here and now went, he meant to make good use of his mage disguise, and the cloak with it to hide the curling of the fingers in his left hand, as well as the gripping of the sword connected to his left thigh. His training in magic concealment would hopefully be enough to prevent the woman from sensing him with magical tuning, however it may have been a habit of doing it wrong that made her come towards him somehow? He of course didn't want to leave the blade at home, and so he hooked it to his hip instead of his back, lest the mage robe have a stick poking up from it's back. The fingers in his left hand would flick open to cast a spell of invisibility around his self, sure to last for a very short period, but a short period would hopefully be all that was needed. Should Nomi have a correct form and technique, the execution would be swift and silent, he'd think. Following immediately after his cast invisibility would be a swift sweeping sidestep movement towards the space a foot and a half away from right side of the crazed woman. The balls of his feet would allow his lower body muscles to soften the impacts upon the ground, and dampen the sound as he would at the same time swing the blade up and across in an arc towards where he would see and/or expect the woman's neck to be.
Best case scenario: The immediate threat would be handled, and her head would fall to the floor before her eyes even blinked to realize what happened. Worst case scenario: Nomi should've took more time in saying goodbye to the parents who loved him so.
- Glamer: Invisibility [Quickdraw]
Nomi would cast a spell of invisibility around his mage cape and body meant to cloak him as he moved.
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elikeclipse
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If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Jan 24, 2015 11:28:08 GMT -5
"Of course they would be on the train" Quixel mutters in a annoyed tone. However, once he had eyes on the threats, he had instinctively singled out the bulky Lunatic, who just so happened to be the only one coming after him. When the Lunatic sent the punch, aimed for Quixel's nose, Quixel gave onto more instinctive actions rather then his normal, planned out actions. It would probably be a lifesaver, as by the time Quixel had though of a calculated way to fight the Lunatic, he'd probably be dead.
Ducking so that the punch would harmlessly pass over him, he would quickly stand back up, his grip on his spear still tight. Moving off to the side, away from the male, Quixel would back away a bit, beginning to charge up his spear{0}, but it would require more time. Moving so he places a couple people between himself and the Lunatic, in a attempt to put distance.
{0}: Electrical Charge; First stages of charging begins, requires at least three more turns until it can be launched with lethal force
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Post by DC on Jan 26, 2015 16:16:17 GMT -5
Sorry guys; I'd have posted this a lot sooner, but when I had typed a reply up yesterday, and my internet decided to screw me over, I decided I should take a breather before redoing it. MinxeleIt would take a little while before the people had finally finished smashing the guy's skull so that the shards of the front met with the shards of the back, and Minxele had watched the entire time. If it wasn't for the fact that the person beaten to the floor was a lunatic that had just tried to kill Minxele, he'd have probably pitied him. Minxele's eyes drifted around to the people all around. The cheering had died down, and now those that had participated in the mangling and beating of the lunatic's corpse were starting to notice that blood was dripping from their hands and had stained their clothing.
It wasn't too big of a deal that their clothing and hands had been stained with blood, especially since everybody knew the situation at hand. The people that had participated in the brutal ending of the lunatic would be fine just so long as they didn't act crazy. Minxele took another look around as a small smile had taken hold of his lips. Ah, the people of Vhunt'yir... the hardy folk that helped each other before themselves. It was necessary for surviving in the harsh region, but these people were ready and able to combat it. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise to Minxele at all that the people had banded together just to completely demolish a threat like that.
Actually, Minxele thought, I'm surprised nobody else joined in... CynterialisAfter catching the look around in the tavern, he reverted back into his own mind. He put his elbows onto the table to hold his arms up, folding his hands together and lightly pressing his lips underneath the cloth that wrapped his face against the cloth that wrapped around his hands; clearly a position of contemplation. His mind had wandered away from issues at hand and whatever may even be going on within the tavern as of this very moment. Instead of thinking of the future, Cynterialis started to think back to his past, or, at least, what he could remember. There wasn't a whole hell of a lot before the swordplay melee school. Before his even going into Sh'rutal, he had traveled from Vhunt'yir. Way before the whole Lunacy Era (or, what feels like will become the Lunacy Era at this rate), he had been in the middle of the harsh tundra. He couldn't remember at all why he was there; anything prior to that escaped his mind... and it was nowhere even being close to the tip of his tongue, as well.
Everything before then was completely gone... and this bothered him.
Nomi's EncounterFollowing immediately after his cast invisibility would be a swift sweeping sidestep movement towards the space a foot and a half away from right side of the crazed woman. The balls of his feet would allow his lower body muscles to soften the impacts upon the ground, and dampen the sound as he would at the same time swing the blade up and across in an arc towards where he would see and/or expect the woman's neck to be. Best case scenario: The immediate threat would be handled, and her head would fall to the floor before her eyes even blinked to realize what happened. Worst case scenario: Nomi should've took more time in saying goodbye to the parents who loved him so. - Glamer: Invisibility [Quickdraw] Nomi would cast a spell of invisibility around his mage cape and body meant to cloak him as he moved.
Although lunatics all, clearly, have lost any rationality in terms of morality and sense of priority (ascension of power being their only purpose in life), they are not stupid by any means. If anything, it seemed that lunatics had to be incredibly smart just to survive, and so this female was no exception.
The moment that Nomi dropped from visibility, the lunatic's adrenaline surged and she knew that he was definitely not obeying her command. Given her particular style, she couldn't afford to be up close to her target in order to fight it; the moment Nomi became invisible, the female stepped back instinctively, and quickly. Feeling the blade's passing through the air in front of her, she became aware of what had happened (at least roughly) before his momentary invisibility would wear off. Needing something to buy her time for at least a moment, she would spit right in front of her at about the same time that Nomi's spell would wear off. Instead of spit flying out, though, it was instead a small burst of flames[1]. Meanwhile, she focused more attention to her current spell she was building up[2].Quixel's EncounterDucking so that the punch would harmlessly pass over him, he would quickly stand back up, his grip on his spear still tight. Moving off to the side, away from the male, Quixel would back away a bit, beginning to charge up his spear{0}, but it would require more time. Moving so he places a couple people between himself and the Lunatic, in a attempt to put distance. {0}: Electrical Charge; First stages of charging begins, requires at least three more turns until it can be launched with lethal force
But there was a single problem: A spear isn't very useful if the target was right on top of you, since you need range to even use it. And this lunatic was a hand-to-hand specialized fighter, so Quixel's spear could be a hindrance.
1. (Nomi) Firetongue[quickdraw] 2. (Nomi) Pyrokinetics: Column of Fire[1] 3. (Quixel) The lunatic is using its last lethal ability of the enchantment to swing a hook at Quixel's face (right side). He also shredded those he moved through just to get to Quixel. Note: elikeclipse A charge of 3 does not provide lethal effects. You already know this, so I don't know why you tried to say that. 4 or more is lethal, not 3. |
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Post by HERO on Jan 29, 2015 1:16:04 GMT -5
Nomi was disappointed to see the attack did not provide him with very successful results, and that he wasn't already figuratively "cleansing the blood from his blade," but he wasn't dismayed. He couldn't afford the time to display it. Instead, he had to make immediate use of his time in order to take out the threat, which had spawned hot spitfire from her loud mouth. Nomi didn't expect much of the coming flame, but reacted to it just the same as he kept his movement fluid. At least he was off of it's direct path some, and was probably able to get to at least a diagonal position to her. This would be advantageous in the train car he'd think if he pushed in just the right way. If he pushed the right way, he could potentially go to trap her against one of the walls or seats, or limit her options for movement.
Bending his upper body slightly away to his left with a further step forward, he would grab the neck of his mage's cape and hood with his left hand, and turn his upper body back around in a form of whipping motion while twisting his wrist to unclip the neck strap, and throw it at the woman's face and chest. The blade in his right hand would then point forward for balance, handle close to his gut. The whipping motion (for lack of a better description) in his body was also preparation for his next move. His weight would tilt towards the woman, then allowing him to lunge low and swiftly, with a wide left-to-right cross-swing of his blade, where he would aim to slice across the upper legs or pelvis of the woman, under the shroud of the flying cloth.
Bait and strike was the plan. Sneaky, and something that was always humorous for him to watch when he saw others do it right. By distracting the opponent, a shroud could be created where more could be gotten away with. In this case however, he would be tossing the hood he bought three years ago, and he would be aiming to maim his opponent rather than steal something and flee. He didn't think it of much use so far in his one-hour long journey, and so was probably a little bit more willing than otherwise to use it in such a way. A tool, just like every other object in the environment.
As a consequence of removing his cape, his attire would be revealed: a dark grey hoodie with the hood now fallen down partially to reveal a face with pale skin, fairly oval eyes, low cheeks, and a projected chin ; A face mask that rose up to the underside of his nose; And a well fitted pair of dark grey sweatpants that held close to him while still giving easy mobility. He didn't expect his hood and mask to slip some while moving, but nonetheless it did, after the dragging from the forceful cape throwing would happen.
If something is unclear in this, feel free to tell me right away.
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Post by elikeclipse on Feb 1, 2015 10:02:20 GMT -5
Realizing how close he was to death now, he'd realized how much strength the lunatic had as he watched the two people literally become pieces. Ducking so the left swing would miss him by a reasonable margin, Quixel would continue his act of dodging the lunatic's attacks for as long as he could, hoping to whatever luck he had left that his spear would be fully charged soon. Trying to anticipate what kind of attack the lunatic would throw at him next, Quixel would decide to go on the offense for a bit as he steps forward, thrusting his spear at the lunatic's right eye in a attempt to put that eye out of commission.
Should it succeed, Quixel would withdraw his spear as quick as he'd attacked with it, however should it have failed or if the lunatic managed to swat it out of the way in time, the spear would most likely either land to the side of the lunatic, or in the worst case scenario, it would land behind the lunatic. No matter what would happen, due to Quixel having contact with it, it would have continued to charge up power, though should it land on the ground, it'll still keep its current charge, but unless Quixel would manage to grab it, it really wouldn't help him much.
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Post by DC on Feb 3, 2015 15:46:32 GMT -5
MinxeleMinxele was keeping his mind busy by surveying the people around him, but it wasn't too long before he became aware that after the whole scenario with the lunatic people started to look at him and talk among each other. Minxele would hear bits and pieces, such as people asking why it targeted him, how he had reacted so quickly, and even the occasional whisper of why such a fighter would be located within the region. Typically, those that fought with Minxele's style were better suited in cities. Minxele didn't fight like a warrior, per se, but more like the quick, strike hard, strike fast type of fighter that was typically seen in Jerianth. It had a bit more of a fluid nature than what most usually were of Vhunt'yir. Why was Minxele around them?
They love you, the psicrystal suggested. To no surprise, Minxele had already known it was a lie before the message was even conveyed. He was already aware that they didn't trust him; why would they? Of all people, the lunatic tried attacking him, first. They knew that the lunatic would've had a reason, and Minxele had an idea, but none of the truly did know why he had targeted Minxele. It's because of what you are, the psicrystal added in response to Minxele's thoughts.
Yeah, I know. CynterialisThere was nothing he could remember prior to his entering the melee school. Well, almost. There was his clan that had broken up some time ago, but he can't remember when they had broken up. There was the fact that he was the child of the leader, but then he can't remember at all what his "family" even looked like, minus the one man who had been a guest in his swordplay school that one day. There wasn't a lot that was adding up. How the hell did he end up here?
Nomi's EncounterBending his upper body slightly away to his left with a further step forward, he would grab the neck of his mage's cape and hood with his left hand, and turn his upper body back around in a form of whipping motion while twisting his wrist to unclip the neck strap, and throw it at the woman's face and chest. The blade in his right hand would then point forward for balance, handle close to his gut. The whipping motion (for lack of a better description) in his body was also preparation for his next move. His weight would tilt towards the woman, then allowing him to lunge low and swiftly, with a wide left-to-right cross-swing of his blade, where he would aim to slice across the upper legs or pelvis of the woman, under the shroud of the flying cloth.
No time.
Knowing already that her opponent was a bit faster than she, the lunatic felt that she had no other option than to try and handicap him before she'd finish him off. So, she fired off her spell and let it fly[1]. A column of fire would open up around her, and then blast outwards, setting ablaze any flammables in its way as well as scorching everybody it came into contact with. Luckily, it wasn't nearly enough to be lethal, but it was enough to ruin somebody's day. She hadn't let the spell loose in time; the left-to-right swing of Nomi's blade found its place across the hip joint, easily causing her to fumble and nearly fall over from the blade. It wasn't anything to be concerned about, but given that she hadn't any means of preparing for the slash otherwise, as well as the fact that she had just heated it through the column of fire, it stung immensely. She was still trying to stand up, but she had known her mistake, and now she couldn't help but do anything other than spit more flames at nomi[2].Quixel's EncounterTrying to anticipate what kind of attack the lunatic would throw at him next, Quixel would decide to go on the offense for a bit as he steps forward, thrusting his spear at the lunatic's right eye in a attempt to put that eye out of commission. Should it succeed, Quixel would withdraw his spear as quick as he'd attacked with it, however should it have failed or if the lunatic managed to swat it out of the way in time, the spear would most likely either land to the side of the lunatic, or in the worst case scenario, it would land behind the lunatic. No matter what would happen, due to Quixel having contact with it, it would have continued to charge up power, though should it land on the ground, it'll still keep its current charge, but unless Quixel would manage to grab it, it really wouldn't help him much.
Quixel had survived through the lethal levels of the lunatic's enchantment, which was progress indeed. But in a matter of moments, a number of things happened all nearly in the same time span. Quixel had thrust his spear towards the lunatic's right eye, which had a not-so-desirable result. Rather than the options of it being swatted away, or even dodged, the lunatic grabbed the shaft of the weapon. Given his current enchantment's level, it would likely break just from the pure strength of the lunatic's grip[3]. This was, of course, unless there was a powerful spell put in place to protect it, however there wasn't any time to do so. Since the lunatic had grabbed the spear mid-thrust, the momentum had to go somewhere, and the lunatic had a perfect alignment already.
Quixel's duck-and-thrust meant that he thrust the spear as the lunatic's left arm was still "crossed" over his chest without his arm pulling back yet. Since the lunatic had a sudden iron-grip on the shaft, Quixel would have no other option than for his body to jerk forward and cause his grip on the spear to become awkward, and possible jam the butt end of the spear into him depending on his placement, which presented its own problem. Having his left arm already "crossed" (with an elbow in direct line of Quixel's face), the lunatic suddenly swung his left arm back, aiming to slam a hammer-fist right onto the boy's temple[4].
1. (Nomi) Pyrokinetics: Column of Fire[2]: The spell has been released, but without lethal effects. It's enough to cause second-degree burns.
2. (Nomi) Firetongue[quickdraw]
3. (Quixel) His enchantment now at a level of 3, his sudden grip on the shaft of the spear would likely cause it to break, if not cause major damage to it.
4. (Quixel) A hammer-fist was swung at Quixel's temple.
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Post by HERO on Feb 4, 2015 20:44:53 GMT -5
When he carried the swing through, Nomi was not expecting the sudden singing pain on his right wrist and knuckles. He didn't expect his right shin and foot to feel such a hot blast neither. But when it came to handling situations of life and death, he dared not think about what burns might've meant for him, not until the fight-or-flight mindset would leave him, and the adrenaline would take a downward dive from it's spike. Of course, he wasn't expecting the hood and cape to get knocked back into his face either. His other hand was raised up a little bit over his other, and would end up being covered in the cape as well. A cape that would indeed catch flame, which would weaken it's integrity fairly quickly. It was a thick cloth, but indeed still cloth, and the spitting would right then and there put a whole right through it and singe a space at the top of Nomi's noggin, at the edge of his slightly fallen hood.
There was one thing he at least felt was somehow "right" in the movement. The contact made with his blade didn't "clink", and felt familiar, like it would cutting through bamboo, or perhaps something of the same density. Flesh and bone. Of course he couldn't take the time to think back on the feeling in the case he was wrong, and the obscured vision meant that he couldn't see his blade cutting. He just had to go with it.
The singing pain across his right hand foreshadowed what would probably be an enormous decrease in dexterity. He wasn't in possession of gloves, and aside from that, many kinds of gloves could decrease the lack of ability he had in his fingers. Not a good thing, but that probably would've been helpful in the here and now. The scalding of his hand made him immediately wary of the idea of lessening the grip in his hand, although a tiny bit of pull-reflex existed in his tightening arm. He just had to go with it. Tightening the muscles and tendons in his right arm, he would keep a tight grip upon the blade while ripping it out of the wound, the serrated edges on the blade sure to bring even greater internal damage to the Lunatic upon exit. He would pull it back, and immediately follow by pushing forward with his left forearm, and shoving himself forward into the Lunatic with a bit of a charge. His aim would be to press the Lunatic against the wall or door of the train car, (and incidentally, the flaming mage's hood and cape), and drive his blade blade into the lower abdomen of his enemy with an upward thrust, hopefully moving too quickly for her to recover from the slash.
Should things go good for him, he would have her impaled, slicing through several organs and possibly scrapping some vertebrae. It was an incredibly sloppy thing to do, stabbing with his kind of blade, a blade meant for good slashing. That sort of business would normally be left with daggers, but he wasn't equipped with any when he left. Not enough time to prepare for such things. The blade he held could probably do that job well enough to end the threat he was facing anyhow.
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Post by elikeclipse on Feb 6, 2015 16:25:25 GMT -5
Due to the lunatic actually grabbing onto the spear, Quixel would stagger forwards slightly, the power behind his thrust having been halted. Seeing that his spear was caught, as well as seeing the fist swung at him, he would let go of the spear as he falls backwards, narrowly avoiding the punch. Landing on his back with a grunt, he would almost instantly begin to back up, now focused on solely getting away from the lunatic. As he would back up, though, he would cast a glance around, trying to see what else he could use as a weapon, or at least use to deter the lunatic.
Noticing that a nearby seat has been nearly obliterated, as well as noticing that a pole lay within grasp, Quixel would desperately attempt to grab it, still scrambling to escape from the lunatic who held his spear still. Quixel would begin to see his life flash before his eyes, before shaking his head. 'No!' He thought as he lets out a growl towards the lunatic. 'I will not die here!' His thoughts spark a dark flame within his heart as his hand closes around the metal pole, now starting to get back up to his feet, as his eyes show malice and anger now. What many didn't know, and what some still don't know, is that Quixel hides a "different" side from everyone, however when prompted, this side will be revealed, as it is now.
Watching the lunatic, attempting to judge how he will attack him this time, he stands in a stance that would allow him to easily dodge the next attack, however he couldn't attack the lunatic unless he wanted to meet his death earlier then he wished to experienced it.
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Post by DC on Feb 8, 2015 11:33:26 GMT -5
Nomi's EncounterHis aim would be to press the Lunatic against the wall or door of the train car, (and incidentally, the flaming mage's hood and cape), and drive his blade blade into the lower abdomen of his enemy with an upward thrust, hopefully moving too quickly for her to recover from the slash. Should things go good for him, he would have her impaled, slicing through several organs and possibly scrapping some vertebrae. It was an incredibly sloppy thing to do, stabbing with his kind of blade, a blade meant for good slashing. That sort of business would normally be left with daggers, but he wasn't equipped with any when he left. Not enough time to prepare for such things. The blade he held could probably do that job well enough to end the threat he was facing anyhow.
She was out of tricks; she was out of ideas. On top of that, but it was incredibly difficult to think as a blade ripped through organs and grinding against vertebrae. She couldn't even muster a whimper, but rather, as she went to go say something, blood started gushing from her mouth, accompanied by feeble attempts to breathe fire[1], but they were far weaker, and were almost put out by the blood itself. Story short: she fell prey to the "reckless" tactic. She would go limp, only held up by Nomi's holding her up with his body. People were watching the showdown... well, those that weren't cowering in fear. There weren't many, and judging by the fact that things had just been blown up and people had been burned, there really weren't many.
But those that did saw Nomi's pressing against her. Some of them couldn't have seen the blade due to their placements, but those on the other side would see it, and then would wonder how he could keep himself so composed under the circumstances. A few of them questioned if he himself was a lunatic... he was the only one who seemed willing to actually fight her. Was he?
When everything seemed to calm down, more or less, there was more time to survey the damage. The column of fire did wonders to the condition of the train, and many people were groaning and crying in pain. Others were dead... and some by suicide. It was clear, from the blood. Perhaps they didn't want to die by the hand of a lunatic? People were getting more and more shaken, it seemed.
So, why wasn't Nomi?Quixel's EncounterDue to the lunatic actually grabbing onto the spear, Quixel would stagger forwards slightly, the power behind his thrust having been halted. Seeing that his spear was caught, as well as seeing the fist swung at him, he would let go of the spear as he falls backwards, narrowly avoiding the punch. Landing on his back with a grunt, he would almost instantly begin to back up, now focused on solely getting away from the lunatic. As he would back up, though, he would cast a glance around, trying to see what else he could use as a weapon, or at least use to deter the lunatic.
Noticing that a nearby seat has been nearly obliterated, as well as noticing that a pole lay within grasp, Quixel would desperately attempt to grab it, still scrambling to escape from the lunatic who held his spear still. Quixel would begin to see his life flash before his eyes, before shaking his head. 'No!' He thought as he lets out a growl towards the lunatic. 'I will not die here!' His thoughts spark a dark flame within his heart as his hand closes around the metal pole, now starting to get back up to his feet, as his eyes show malice and anger now. What many didn't know, and what some still don't know, is that Quixel hides a "different" side from everyone, however when prompted, this side will be revealed, as it is now.
Watching the lunatic, attempting to judge how he will attack him this time, he stands in a stance that would allow him to easily dodge the next attack, however he couldn't attack the lunatic unless he wanted to meet his death earlier then he wished to experienced it.
1. (Nomi) Firetongue[quickdraw]: The attempt was a last-ditch effort, and was basically nullified by her own blood. Nomi has emerged victorious.
2. (Quixel) The lunatic had connected with the punch when the charge was still at 3.
"falls backwards"/"Throw himself back": Allow me to explain this bit: things in this forum work differently from Wattpad. Also, I would've tagged you with this on Wattpad anyway. You yourself said you stumbled forward. Therefore, it is unreasonable for you to say that you can just immediately fall backwards to dodge the punch. I don't like telling people that my hit was successful, but if you're defying logic, I have no other option. Be aware of what you say, because you already know I will use it against you.
"pole lay within grasp": I don't have that much of an issue with this, but I want you to explain more as to why a random pole would be there. You can't just pull stuff out randomly without giving a believable reason as to why it was there.
3. Now with a charge of 2, the lunatic is attempting a kick that will have his heel meet with Quixel's stomach as he'd recover.
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Post by HERO on Feb 10, 2015 20:53:43 GMT -5
The feeling of the blade's tip plunging through was a strange one, a feeling as though flesh and innards was pushing against him in a final effort, yet parting with the forceful thrust of his arm. A moment of silence would have to pass before he was sure that the gurgle she gave was her last, and that the imminent threat was no more. His adrenaline slowly began to lessen, and his fight-or-flight state of mind was coming to an end. Nerves in his right hand and shins began to grow tingly, excited, jumpy and painful.
A quick pull and slice out in the opposite direction would aim to bring upon the Lunatic even more harm, were she not already dead. He figured she was, but he had no idea what these people were capable of. He needed his blade out of her anyways, and the serrations along the blade meant the more force applied, the easier it'd be. His left hand pushed up, at the singed mage hood, and let it fall in between them. The burns on the skins of his right hand, foot, and shin ached terribly as he would quickly use the clothing of the woman to wipe off the bodily fluids clinging to his weapon, and return it to the clip on his hip.
Not only would these injuries make swift movement difficult, but stealthiness could very well be useful for him just right then, seeing as how the survivors of the train were staring at him. Keeping his face towards the window the woman would fall against, he would do his best to evade eye contact, but a few times, he couldn't help but give just that, from the very corner of his periphery. "Rrgh," he grumbled silently, letting his left hand fall to the side, cupped, and rigid. Mana would begin to build, however in a controlled manner so to not let any leak, or tip off any other magic users that weren't incredibly close to him. He would let his eyes focus on the passing scene in the window. He needed something simple for his eyes to do while he thought.
'I'll need a cleric, and I need to repair or replace my equipment. I'm not even sure whether or not my being witnessed by these people is more important than the fact they're alive. No one here knows who I am, for I have yet to speak a word to any of them. So then information regarding my clan is safe, or at least so long as I expose nothing else. Curse this woman, this Lunatic...wait...Lunatic...'
He'd then look downward once more, and take a glance at the woman who had attacked him, curious as to what marks laid on her, or what was different in her. Magical ability was something, of course, but it was nothing he could return home with, and receive praise about.
- Invisibility [0] - He began to charge an invisibility spell.
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Post by elikeclipse on Feb 11, 2015 16:54:47 GMT -5
Seeing double due to the lunatic having connected the punch, Quixel would gasp out in pain as his entire lower half of his face becomes numb. Beginning to fall backwards, he would initially miss the lunatic raising his foot, however Quixel would see it as it makes its descent towards him. 'Fuck....' Was the only thing Quixel thought at that moment as he attempts to prepare himself for the incoming impact. Raising his arms to his stomach area, he would make an X-shape with them, attempting to weaken the kick as much as he could before it impacts.
Quixel, at this point and time, had given up. He had initially underestimated the lunatic, and was now paying the price. However, he was far from ready to give up his own life. Then, a last ditch idea formed into his head, at the same time the lunatic's foot connected with his arms. Feeling them snap and having a good guess as to what that meant, Quixel would resist letting out a cry of pain as he makes an attempt to grab onto the luantic's foot with his broken arms, before allowing himself to relax for a moment as he would use whatever energy he had left to try and propel himself under the lunatic, as a gap would be made due to the lunatic's still raised foot. Should it succeed, Quixel would come to a stop nearby his spear, almost to weak to even fight anymore.
If he failed in his attempt, it wouldn't matter anyways, as whatever energy he had left would have been used up in the attempt to propel himself under the luantic
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Post by DC on Feb 14, 2015 10:50:24 GMT -5
Nomi's EncounterA quick pull and slice out in the opposite direction would aim to bring upon the Lunatic even more harm, were she not already dead. He figured she was, but he had no idea what these people were capable of. He needed his blade out of her anyways, and the serrations along the blade meant the more force applied, the easier it'd be. His left hand pushed up, at the singed mage hood, and let it fall in between them. The burns on the skins of his right hand, foot, and shin ached terribly as he would quickly use the clothing of the woman to wipe off the bodily fluids clinging to his weapon, and return it to the clip on his hip. Not only would these injuries make swift movement difficult, but stealthiness could very well be useful for him just right then, seeing as how the survivors of the train were staring at him. Keeping his face towards the window the woman would fall against, he would do his best to evade eye contact, but a few times, he couldn't help but give just that, from the very corner of his periphery. "Rrgh," he grumbled silently, letting his left hand fall to the side, cupped, and rigid. Mana would begin to build, however in a controlled manner so to not let any leak, or tip off any other magic users that weren't incredibly close to him. He would let his eyes focus on the passing scene in the window. He needed something simple for his eyes to do while he thought. 'I'll need a cleric, and I need to repair or replace my equipment. I'm not even sure whether or not my being witnessed by these people is more important than the fact they're alive. No one here knows who I am, for I have yet to speak a word to any of them. So then information regarding my clan is safe, or at least so long as I expose nothing else. Curse this woman, this Lunatic...wait...Lunatic...'
For this moment, it would seem that Nomi would have time to collect himself after the encounter. People were trying to help each other from the attack still, but this was a slow process. Out of the bunch trying to help others who were hurt—a triage having obviously been made—there were obviously healers within the crowd. It was actually something beautiful to see in a time such as this. Where one would think people were more concerned about keeping their own lives, it was actually not quite the case. People were helping strangers, coming together despite the panic. Of course, there were always the ones who didn't care about anybody else—just themselves—but the majority seemed to have banded together, if not just helping. After a little while, one of the people who had been healing others had approached Nomi, carefully, and asked if he wanted to receive healing. The female offered a smile, despite her nervousness that he'd attack her. She didn't really know if he was a lunatic himself, but she doubted it since he didn't attack anybody else. It was worth a shot. Quixel's EncounterQuixel, at this point and time, had given up. He had initially underestimated the lunatic, and was now paying the price. However, he was far from ready to give up his own life. Then, a last ditch idea formed into his head, at the same time the lunatic's foot connected with his arms. Feeling them snap and having a good guess as to what that meant, Quixel would resist letting out a cry of pain as he makes an attempt to grab onto the luantic's foot with his broken arms, before allowing himself to relax for a moment as he would use whatever energy he had left to try and propel himself under the lunatic, as a gap would be made due to the lunatic's still raised foot. Should it succeed, Quixel would come to a stop nearby his spear, almost to weak to even fight anymore. If he failed in his attempt, it wouldn't matter anyways, as whatever energy he had left would have been used up in the attempt to propel himself under the luantic
Quixel's attempt to move himself was successful, though it was apparent that the lunatic wasn't phased by the turn of events; he turned to face Quixel and then stepped, this time moving for a low kick at his side[1], but something new would occur. Something unexpected. Quixel was too distracted to notice it, but the other lunatics had already been killed—it didn't look pretty in the slightest. Some of them, it looked like, had imploded into themselves, and such a death had sprayed blood and organs that were shredded all over the place. People were horrified by the way they died... it was so violent... but they were relieved. There was something going right for them, and Quixel had been too enveloped in his own fight to see it. At the same time that Quixel realized that there was nothing left in him when he was near his spear, the low kick from the lunatic would be halted, and a blood-filled gurgle escaped from the lunatic.
If Quixel looked up to it, a sword was sticking out from the lunatic's chest, having come from his back[2]. The lunatic's body seemed to want to fall forward, but the sword's angle seemed to stop that from happening. The sword was completely black... oddly matching the "heartlessness".
In that moment, there was a deafening silence throughout the train. Then, the sword twisted, no longer being vertically stabbed through with the blade of the sword—it was twisted so that the vertical look of the stab tore to a sideways stab, and then it would suddenly be visible that the stab had come through the lunatic's heart. Then, the sword pulled back, and the lunatic was allowed to drop to the ground; his life had fled from his body before he even hit the floor. He died with the sword through his heart. Standing still was a figure that seemed to be a female with long, pink hair, sporting the sword. The sword itself was completely black minus the pink hilt, and had a pink rayskin underneath the black braid of the handle. The figure wore a white jacket with black along the edges of the collar, sleeves, and zipper of the jacket. The jacket was zipped, but visible over the collar was a necklace with a brilliant gem that seemed to shine brightly with a pink tint to it. Black shoes were worn that had white soles.
Blood dripping from the blade, the figure whipped the sword around so most of it would "whip off", painting the floor with the line of blood that it would create. Sheathing the katana in the sheath that was diagonally attached to the figure's back—the sword pointing over Iphir's right shoulder, he kneeled down and looked at Quixel. His eyes were blue, and they seemed to study Quixel. But Iphir didn't say a word, just yet.
1. Quixel has a low-kick approaching him, aimed to strike his ribs as hard as it could. 2. A killing blow, Iphir has made his presence known by a "heartless stab" (  the irony in that word) into the lunatic. Although being male, his appearance makes him seem female, a tomboy at that. It is extremely difficult to tell.
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Post by HERO on Feb 16, 2015 1:25:08 GMT -5
Nomi had to take a quick change of pace when the woman approached him, and would feel compelled to do a speedy once-over to be sure she wasn't a disguised threat, like perhaps a rival clan member, or another Lunatic. Simulataneously, he was taking note to remember the face he had put on, and the voice to match it. A suppressed-sounding high timbre was of course the best match, and so he went with that, changing the pacing of his breath to match it. After taking a second to glance over the Lunatic for anything helpful, he would accept her aid, sure to show a bit of gratefulness since he really did need it. His left fist would remain curled to hold the charged mana within, carefully not letting any leak out and frighten the woman.
He would hope that afterwards, there'd be time in between the train's arrival at the City of Lights, and the investigation by the city authorities. He surely wasn't going to stick around to talk to them just for a better look at her.
Should there be time, he would then begin to search her for strange marks, chains, booklets, and other items. He wanted something to give him clues as to where he would best make his search next. He knew of no Silent fences in Suwnloe, but that wouldn't mean he couldn't still find dealers and artists capable of identifying anything. But should there not be enough time, he would simply have to make his way to the back of the crowd leaving the train, and prepare to launch his spell.
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Post by elikeclipse on Feb 17, 2015 10:02:19 GMT -5
As Quixel expected to be dead by that point in time, Quixel's eyes would've been closed, as he awaits his death. However, when the final strike never came, he would open his eyes slowly, looking up at the sword jutting through the lunatic. His eyes showing shock and amusement at the same time, he would watch as the lunatic hits the floor, before setting his eyes upon his savior. His eyes now upon the figure that was once behind the lunatic, his gaze would be cautiously watching the katana, his grasp around his spear somewhat loose due to the beating he'd received.
A soft sigh of thanks would escape Quixel's lips as the figure sheaths the katana, allowing Quixel the slight satisfaction of momentary rest. Knowing full well that this stranger could kill him easily really didn't matter to him at this point. He was beyond the point of exhaustion, however his midn would urge him to remain awake as he slowly begins to get to his feet, using his spear to support himself as he manages to get to his knees, before he realizes the stranger was watching him. Blue eyes look into blue eyes as QUixel returned the gaze, remaining silent as well, though he felt like he should be thanking the stranger.
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Post by DC on Feb 17, 2015 12:15:51 GMT -5
Nomi's EncounterHe would hope that afterwards, there'd be time in between the train's arrival at the City of Lights, and the investigation by the city authorities. He surely wasn't going to stick around to talk to them just for a better look at her. Should there be time, he would then begin to search her for strange marks, chains, booklets, and other items. He wanted something to give him clues as to where he would best make his search next. He knew of no Silent fences in Suwnloe, but that wouldn't mean he couldn't still find dealers and artists capable of identifying anything. But should there not be enough time, he would simply have to make his way to the back of the crowd leaving the train, and prepare to launch his spell.
The female worked pretty fast, though it wasn't really that much of an issue since they were only burns. Sure, they weren't pretty, but it wasn't too difficult of a task. She was careful not to do anything to provoke Nomi; every once in a while, she'd glance up to make sure he wasn't looking like he planned on killing her. When it was fully healed, she glanced over at the body, and then flashed Nomi a shaky smile. With that, she nodded and then walked off to go help others, leaving Nomi to himself. If he were to pay attention, it was like nothing ever happened to his body, though his attire might say otherwise...
Granted that there was still some degree of time, searching the body would provide Nomi with a bunch of useless trinkets and objects... nothing really seemed to stand out at first. Though hidden fairly well, if Nomi were to scrutinize every possible region, then he'd find a small gem. It didn't look like anything too special, minus maybe just a pretty look. It wasn't attached to anything, but if he were to pick it up, he would already leave an imprint on the gem. The lunatic hadn't known it, since she wasn't too knowledgeable on the crystals herself, and it was doubtful that Nomi would know, but if he were to pick it up, he'd have just bound a psicrystal to him. The life of the previous owner having been ended, the psicrystal's connection would be severed, and thus the persona would die. So, if he were to pick it up, it would connect once again.Quixel's EncounterA soft sigh of thanks would escape Quixel's lips as the figure sheaths the katana, allowing Quixel the slight satisfaction of momentary rest. Knowing full well that this stranger could kill him easily really didn't matter to him at this point. He was beyond the point of exhaustion, however his midn would urge him to remain awake as he slowly begins to get to his feet, using his spear to support himself as he manages to get to his knees, before he realizes the stranger was watching him. Blue eyes look into blue eyes as QUixel returned the gaze, remaining silent as well, though he felt like he should be thanking the stranger.
Iphir stood straight as Quixel got up, and then Ihpir gave him a quiet smile; knowing. Iphir sat down in a nearby seat and then looked out of the window, watching the land rush past them as the MagiTech Train shot through Kalg'rai. Iphir knew where they were going, and he was curious to see such a wondrous place. It was almost as if he just suddenly failed to recognize that he had just had to fight off a series of lunatics; like he didn't just help Quixel. Iphir's demeanor would be completely relaxed, which seemed even more odd considering that everybody was in a panic all the time. If Quixel were to look enough, he could see a large, nasty scar going across Iphir's throat...
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Post by HERO on Feb 20, 2015 12:41:12 GMT -5
Nomi, or to use the name he would now give to anyone who asked, Ken, made sure to give gratitude to the magnaminous woman for restoring his mobility and dexterity. The pain was something he could feel he would be able to manage after getting used to, but it was also a relief to be rid of them. Wonderful luck. A mental note would be made to keep the same pressure on his lungs so long as he carried that same face, and displayed that same appearance. Without the disguise of the cloak, he'd also have to change up his walk as well.
'Ken...Ken...Too much to focus on' was what he thought to himself when the healing came to an end. He pulled the mana from within his curled-fingered hand back into the core of his being. A slow deep breath with closed eyes and a relaxed face accompanied to make it seem as though he was just winding down, despite the movement being as inconspicuous as it probably was. No such thing as being too careful, especially when he managed to attract as much attention from the other passengers as he did. The goal for right this moment would have to be to do what he can to not arouse any further suspicion, and think over what he could do to have an easier time in his objective.
"Thank you, ma'am. I'm grateful for your aid," he said with a suppressed high-pitched timbre, dull and masculine, but attention grabbing to well attuned ears.
The thanking would be brief, but quite clear, as he seriously did not want to waste usable time in perusing the inventory of the dead Lunatic; perhaps lightening the pockets for things that may be useful or sell-able, in case fences were stationed in the city, would help him. He wouldn't get incredibly invasive, but he would search everywhere he could imagine a woman like herself keeping interesting things, like money, or weapons, or jewelry. With every item he found, he would take no more than 5 seconds to determine the potential value of what he touched. Should his hands hold something that couldn't get an excuse to exist in his pockets, like being traceable to another location, or giving him an edge in his mission, then he would drop the trinket on the floor. Sifting through what he'd find, his nimble fingers would move about swiftly until three of them would pinch and lift the crystal. At first it's off-color gleam would attract the focus of his eyes, and make him wonder nonchalantly whether or not it was worth anything as traded jewelry.
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Post by DC on Feb 23, 2015 16:44:28 GMT -5
MinxeleShhhhhhhhhhh, would be the sound that invaded everybody's ears as the train came to a halt. Everybody knew what it meant, and for some reason, it was as if the train itself seemed to let go of a breath nobody realized it was taking. Relief...
The doors would open and they would be greeted with a wonderful display of lights come off of crystals all around the underground city. Overall, it would be a beautiful place. Minxele stepped off of the train within the rush of people that sought nothing more than to get as far away from their memories as possible... as if running into the city would be a way of running away from the past. Minxele noted this with a light amusement, and then looked around. The city was absolutely beautiful... but it might be difficult to get anywhere special to rest... though it was likely that it would be easy, since this place had become the haven. They'd have to accommodate for the surge of people... Bah, expel the thoughts, he thought quietly to himself. He'd still look around, though... he wanted to see what else would become. Oddly enough, as if all of Kalg'rai was on a universal time schedule, other MagiTech trains would be coming to a halt as well.
"Never seen so many trains in one place," he murmured quietly. CynterialisAh, a commotion. The next wave of people must have just arrived. Despite his being somewhat far off from the boarding platform, Cynterialis could still hear the activity. After all... they were a number of trains with a large amount of panicked people. It wasn't going to be quiet, that's for sure. No matter, he thought to himself. He didn't really have any interest in everything going on. Though, he was a little inconvenienced that he couldn't just simply slip out on foot like he had done to get into the city. They barricaded everything off shortly after he had arrived, and then he found out that the only way out would be via train.
So much panic...
All for what? A few crazy bastards? As for the apparitions, get some skilled anti-magic users and call it a day. So little efficiency...
Nomi's EncounterSifting through what he'd find, his nimble fingers would move about swiftly until three of them would pinch and lift the crystal. At first it's off-color gleam would attract the focus of his eyes, and make him wonder nonchalantly whether or not it was worth anything as traded jewelry.
Nomi wouldn't feel anything himself as he picked the psicrystal, which would seem to have no impact whatsoever. As far as he'd be aware, it was just another crystal... until a voice intruded his head. The train will be stopping soon...
Such a simple observation, and quite frankly something that Nomi may or may not have already noticed. If he hadn't, the voice that strongly resembled his own would have brought it to his attention. But that would provide its own dilemma... what was the voice?[1]. Sure enough, moments later, the hiss of the train stopping invaded everyone's ears and everyone felt the train come to a stop. The destination has been reached.Quixel's EncounterSkipped over your turn due to delay
Iphir more or less ignored everything else on the train-ride to Suwnloe, not having any need to say anything or acknowledge anything despite the fact that there were corpses lying before him and Quixel. But then, the train would slow to a stop, marking their being in Suwnloe, the underground city. Iphir was one of the last few to get up, but when he did, he looked over to Quixel, who he assumed to have just spaced out the entire time after their little encounter. When Iphir got up, he glanced over to Quixel and sighed.
"Loot the corpses before the City Guard cleans house. Anything of use is yours; I don't want it," he said. This was probably the only thing that could've given away his real gender. Either he was a male that looked very feminine, or he was a she and had a very masculine voice. It was up to Quixel to decide on that, though, because Iphir didn't stick around to say anything else. After the crowd rushing out had finally died down, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket and stepped off of the train. He would look around quietly, until his eyes settled on Minxele... which had just made things interesting.
"Well I'll be damned..."
[1] (Nomi) Decide on what you want your Psicrystal's splinter personality to be, and if you want it to have a specific ability that it can grant. I won't control the crystal's interactions with Nomi; you do it to make the story more interesting.
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Post by HERO on Feb 26, 2015 0:49:04 GMT -5
Stopping what he was doing after listening to the sound of the voice, Ken, whose last name may as well have been something half-fancy sounding, knew of no immediate presence behind, or to the sides of him. Such a close proximity the voice had...it felt like it was being presented directly into his mind, and it surely wasn't his own voice. Could it have been a hallucination? At the same time, the rumbling and nudging under the steady balls of his feet and the shrill squeal of metal brakes confirmed the information that was just relayed to him. Very well. Not investigating the body of the Lunatic further, Nomi stuffed the crystal in his right pant pocket, and stood while moving towards a small corner of the floor, obstructed by a pole meant for being held onto, and a seat. Silence was the key here, and silence was what would allow him to blend within the crowd. He needed to appear to be a bystander, and thus a covert illusion was necessary. Left hand gripping into the center of his palm, he would pull the fingers outward, while keeping them bent to cast an invisibility spell just as he'd pass around the bar, and then he would continue to push mana into the spell to maintain it while moving to the back of the departing crowd. Balls of his feet rolling along, waist kept at a steady elevation, and arms moving only as necessary balance through the needed maneuvers to dance around people, he would be completely silent. Silence was key. And so, that became the personality of the psicrystal he carelessly stuffed away, not yet knowing what it really was beyond being hard and shiny. The newly taken-on trait of favoring silence meant that it wouldn't have to interact all that much with him if it felt there was no benefit in it. The power it possessed within was also unknown to it's holder. Would like the ability of the psicrystal to be working to nullify the reactionary ability of a target organism, if that'd be acceptable for the story. If not, then I have other likeable ones in mind.
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Post by elikeclipse on Feb 26, 2015 16:49:17 GMT -5
Guessing the stranger to be a male, Quixel would give a soft chuckle as he would also get up and leave the train, coughing a little as to clear his throat. Letting his gaze wander to take in the new area around him, he would catch sight of the pink-haired male staring at another stranger. Quixel's eyes would almost immediately lock onto the stranger, noticing the almost seemingly visible aura of power around this male, or perhaps it was of another reason. Whatever the case, Quixel would more or less venture off on his own to explore
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the irony in that word) into the lunatic. Although being male, his appearance makes him seem female, a tomboy at that. It is extremely difficult to tell.