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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 22:21:16 GMT -5
Though stealing a quick glance at the male's attack and marveling on the sword that had appeared from nowhere, she had thought that the male was powerful but not that extent. It did surprise her for one bit, but her expression wasn't focused upon since the attack was the center of attention. After the flash of light had disappeared, leaving the man cut in half unevenly, she looked back at the other threats, seeing them shake their heads vigorously. She had heard groans around the room, noticing the onlookers with the same action. It confused her on the thought that she had not act like them. Perhaps she was excluded with its after effects. Wasting no time, she let the arrow fly, seeing it leave a blue wisp tail as it hit the first archer in the face then moved about to the next until it reached the third. Her spell had it move on its own, like a boomerang until it broke on the last person. The three figures fell to the ground and Csilla stood upright. She looked at the male in silent scrutiny yet her curiosity just peaked regarding the male. He was in fact odd and that just proved her thoughts.
Her gaze then shifted to the hole that the sword fell into. Now it was bigger in size and would appear as though it passed through, assuming it did. She stared at what was left of the man, looking all grim and full of annoyance at his attempt tonight. But she knew it wasn't over yet, because the leader had yet to make his appearance.
She walked around the male, clutching her bow on her right hand while trying to get closer to the man. She looked into his dead eyes, they had the last emotion he had before his demise. They were fearful. Almost like he was not prepared to die but he had to. People who pushed people like that made her blood boil, and she despises their actions the most.
At that moment, despite the roars and cries of the people inside the inn, she had heard a ticking underneath. She stared at the large hole once more, seeing that there was a flickering of light. The sound escalated to that of a gas pipe left open. Suddenly, the room was blasted with grey smoke. She jumped backwards, bringing out a cloth that was under her jaw to cover the lower part of her face. For a moment, she thought it was just ordinary gas. Then she heard the painful cries of one of the men, and had thought it otherwise. Feeling her left hand boil, she acted upon impulse and tried to drag the male in hopes of getting out of the inn through the window. The gas seemed to be acidic, though the cause was indefinite.
[1] Figment: Acid Gas. Casted by an unknown perpetrator, the sword that formerly gathered mana had dispelled a realistic kind of gas that would feel like acid once contacted on skin for a short period of time, making the target/s' skin boil as if drenched in acid
[0] Summoning: Unknown to Csilla and the male, one of the 'people' within the inn had drawn a circle on the wooden floor, using the gas smoke as cover.
Ah I see. Only two per post, then. Okay. I understand. How many offenses do I have now? I am deeply sorry. .
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 22:44:33 GMT -5
Cynterialis has only demonstrated a few things about himself; he wouldn't let loose all of his secrets to anybody... not willingly. Not unless he felt that he needed to. And for people he hardly knew, that was rarely the case. However, it was in this moment that Cynterialis displayed something new about himself. The only parts of his skin—the upper parts of his face—that were exposed would be responding to the trick, however, he didn't move in the slightest as if it bothered him. He left this unexplained, however, as he studied the gas. His mana sensitivity kicked in as he surveyed the situation, and after a few moments, he tugged hard on her so that she'd be forced to stop dragging him.
"Pay attention."
When he more or less commanded her, that time, he had already deduced a little bit of what was going on. Between his immunity to pain, and his higher mana-sensitivity, he would likely be one of the first to really realize what is going on. "This is an illusion."
There was one key thing to making an illusion successful. The key element to making an illusion hit or miss is its ability to affect the intended target. Those within the inn and even Csilla would have reacted to the illusion of pain, whereas Cynterialis couldn't feel pain even if he tried, and since it was an illusion, discovering that it was an illusion became that much easier. An illusion of pain on someone who is unable to feel it is pointless. With this one key gone, the charade was up, and Cynterialis was no longer even phased in the slightest about the illusion. There's no need to apologize; there's a reason that this is training. ^^ Don't worry about it.
Check on Cynterialis' character sheet, and it'll tell you about his immunity to pain and mana sensitivity. That's what set this up.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 23:02:07 GMT -5
Turning sharply on her heel from his pull, she squinted upon hearing his words and stared at the gas. Though the pain is already accustomed to her skin, she didn't flinch or even scream or say anything about the pain. She heard more cries around the room and glanced at the male under her hood. He didn't seem to be in pain either, so probably he knew what was going on. She tried as much to pay attention for a few minutes, only until 3 minutes had passed did she noticed something was off. She concentrated on her hand, trying to fight back whatever is eating her up. She still had not known what exactly is going on but she had a bit of an idea of what might it be.
She stood beside him, soaking in the sight in front of her.
[1] Summoning: Creature
Oh. Thank, sir. ^-^
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 23:13:47 GMT -5
Yeah. Cynterialis will make a lot more sense after the whole "Legacy of Clan Saph'ral" story is completed. Also, that creates a new question: when we finish this little story (because I don't doubt your ability at this point and would say that you're pretty much good to go on whatever Kalg'rai throws at you; you really haven't made many mistakes that I've picked up on), would you be willing to have this added to the background stories to our characters? For example, when I finally use Cynterialis in actual stories, this will count as some stuff that he can reflect back on and tell about? I would hate to go through all of this and not have it be something our characters can talk about if they cross paths. I know it would give me a lot more to do with Cynterialis when I do stuff in Legacy of Clan Saph'ral...I'm getting pretty antsy about getting the story started. Dx While Csilla was trying to train herself against the illusion, Cynterialis merely watched her struggle. His expression was completely neutral, and he studied her for a good little while before he decided that they shouldn't just wait around to see how the unknown attacker would react to their not exiting—which was likely what said attacker wanted them to do.
"They wanted to choke us out of here. They'll know we saw through their trick, and will send something new at us. If you have any information for me regarding what this is about, I'd like to know, right now, while they still think we're struggling against the illusion rather than sitting through it." Cynterialis didn't very much like the idea of letting his voice be used enough to stick into someone's memory, but at this point, it was necessary. He needed an idea of just what he was up against. Besides, he did decide a little while ago that he would respond to the female if she did address him... so perhaps it wasn't quite going the way he expected, but perhaps this was how it would go about happening.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 23:27:40 GMT -5
Surprised at his sudden inquiry and usage of vocal chords, she looked up at him, her silver eyes visible if he should look closer at her. She was smaller and shorter than him but she was intimidating in her own way, not like it was intimidating him anyway. She looked back at the smoke and now thought that it was really an illusion, as concluded from his statements. She thought back to all that she knew and spoke, though she, like him, was neutral and had no ecstasy in speaking unless necessary, "Men are after you. I do not know their name, but they seem to be led by a large man. He had gems all over his body, must be a fighter using only his hands and feet. He inhibits brute strength and is strengthened by an ally. Like our assailants, he must have an army looking for you. Law-breakers, unfair players."
She crossed her arms and sighed slightly, though only under her breath for her own ears. True that her visit hasn't become bored one bit, more so, it has became interesting. She has a mysterious yet odd ally as of the moment and an army of law breakers after them both. Nothing could've gotten more interesting than this.
[2] Summoning: Creature
Sounds like a good idea. How do you 'add' this? And don't worry, you'll get it in due time.
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 23:59:28 GMT -5
The answers that Csilla had provided only gave him a small number of things to expect, rather than definitive answers. He only knew of a group, rather than a handful of people with a bone to pick with Cynterialis. The description of the leader seemed rather odd to Cynterialis, however at this point, he couldn't really shove off the possibility that his showdown with Senira could've spread far enough to ears that would stop at nothing to kill such a figure. It just so happened that this was Cynterialis' fortune.
Is this what they had to deal with...?
He loosened his stance a little bit, though he was still on guard for when the next group would decide to make a move. If nothing was done soon enough, Cynterialis had a different game he'd start up with those waiting for the two of them outside. It wasn't so violent, more so a mind game. Ha, mind game... he joked in spite of himself. His amusement didn't quite reach the surface, though, and certainly not in the eyes that were blatantly studying Csilla. Debating on forfeiting his silent reputation with this new issue at hand, he slowly started to form the words that would follow his previous thought.
"We need to burn through these petty thugs and strike at their throat; the sooner we can off the large one you're talking about, the sooner we can go about our own businesses." He tucks both of his hands into the pockets of his pants as he speaks the latter, then closes his dark brown eyes in thought. "But first... we need to catch these idiots off guard with a counter-ambush."There isn't really anything to "add" per se, but rather, our characters can refer to this, and can remember these events in other stories. Most stories that you do, that will be held in the "places of Kalg'rai" main category, will be things that your character goes through and will 100% of the time remember. Any gear that you get will be carried over into the next story(-ies) that it goes through, and they can think back to those events even though the story has been completed.
I just figured it'd be cool to have these characters remember these events so that their interactions are a little more interesting in other stories. (heh... rag-tag duo, strung together to save kalg'rai side-by-side! xD .... I need something to do.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 26, 2014 22:09:51 GMT -5
A slight tugging of her lips proved that Csilla agreed to what he said, though it wouldn't be visible under her hood. She looked back at the inside of the inn, thinking of a possible counter measure despite the screams of the men inside. Taking down the leader wasn't going to be easy, seeing as though he may have different mana users from different mana schools in his grasp. All the risks he would take just to take down this one man. It is surprising but expected at the same time.
She turned to look out the window, and even though the illusion smoke was clouding her visibility by one-fourth, she was still able to see that there were people waiting outside. She then looked at the man. "What's the plan?" she said, in her neutral pitch. Though it may seem or hear that she was expressionless, she was actually boiling with adrenaline and excitement in the inside. But she was never one to be really expressive or much of a talker. She had gotten accustomed to solitude and silence. Now it has been part of her, ever since she stepped out of the gates of Nhimry.
[3] Summoning: Creature
You made me chuckle with your enthusiasm, but I highly agree with what you suggested. I thought we need to put it in our profile and such, if any case we do, how? Rag-tag duo does seem to have a ring to it.
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Post by DC on Dec 26, 2014 22:29:08 GMT -5
The question concerning the plan of action tipped Cynterialis off that she wasn't so different from himself, personality wise, which interested him a little. He didn't dwell on it, though, because there were more important things to think about. He closed his eyes once more in thought, and then looked around. "Help me. I'm going to show you a symbol, and I want you to memorize it line for line. You can't have error when you replicate it. Have you ever seen a field mem-wipe?"
He figured he was probably speaking a foreign language when he asked his question, but it didn't really matter. It was his small attempt to strike up a little bit of conversation; he didn't do it very often... or... at all, so he hadn't the slightest idea of how to go about doing so. He was more accustomed to doing things by himself, and being the silent one everyone expected him to be. And the perfect cover was the groaning and screaming in agony that others within the inn were letting out; only Csilla would pick up on his soft-spoken voice. His voice suggested nothing about a person who had just previously cut someone in two, or someone who had crushed a man's jaw and then impaled his throat.
I wonder if they've already cleaned the body...
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 26, 2014 22:37:57 GMT -5
She immediately tried to think within her memory of what he just said, though futile, she had heard of the word but never seen it. So she shook her head slightly to indicate she had not. She was able to pick up his soft voice for she cancelled out the screams of agony in the building. It was getting on her nerves, for the screams were getting to loud and too long. Though, she had thought, without it, they would be ambushed at that moment with no particular plan at hand.
Csilla knew she would have no problem trying to imitate what he was suggesting, she had keen memory and is known for scrutinizing every detail. All she had to do was pay attention and follow what the male said. Although, she is one to not deliberately take orders from anyone to her liking, the male had already interested her. He knew what he was doing and probably had an idea of who he was up against. She was still a stranger on foreign lands, so she couldn't really say a thing about the present issue. She waited for his next statements.
[4] Summoning: Creature
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Post by DC on Dec 26, 2014 22:51:49 GMT -5
Cynterialis appreciated the fact that she wasn't going to be difficult to work with. This made everything so much easier. So far, he'd been fairly impressed with how she held herself. Between her ability to keep a cool head in pressure as well as responding to information evenly. He led her over to the door that was the only entrance to the inn, building up a small knife of, to no surprise, concentrated light. He carved, not all that deeply, into the door a rather intricate symbol, and then stepped back a few steps. He glanced to Csilla and then then twirled the photokinetic blade absentmindedly.
"Put that symbol on all of the walls on this floor." He didn't particularly explain why they should be on every wall, or what the symbols even did, however, he gave off like he expected her to ask. If she didn't, it wouldn't really bother him, but if she did, he decided he'd answer it... as straightforwardly as he could. Then, he started to the immediate walls nearest the door. "One symbol per wall will suffice."
Mesmerizing Field(0)
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 26, 2014 23:34:31 GMT -5
She nodded and studied the symbol on the wall, as he moved on to the next wall. She took out her knife from the boot and proceeded to carve it on the wall. Though she was silent, she had hoped this would be a powerful spell that he could conjure, seeing as though the symbol itself was intricate and seemingly different from what she knew. Sometimes she would bump into a screaming man, only to escape from his grasp. When one suddenly grab hold of her cloak and pulled her backward, sending her down to the ground. She groaned and slightly cutting herself from the fall. When she turned, the 'hand' had turn dry and prickled in yellowish gray color but it has scales like that of a reptile. She tried to get out from its grip but it was clasped on her arm. She had noticed the hole the 'hand' came from, it was underground. It tried pulling her to the hole as she continually stabbed it blindly, the blade doing no damage. She struggled endlessly, confused as to why her blade hadn't made contact with the skin.
Mesmerizing Field(0)
(included due to carving the symbols)
[5] Summoning Creature: From the circle where it was drawn, a hole had appeared as well as a creature underneath the surface. Unknown to them, it has an ability like that of a lizard with arms and a lashing tail and its scales were that of a dragon, hard to penetrate. Though, it has two heads. It doesn't hiss however, it would sound like it breathes on the toxic air as its oxygen. It has large red slit eyes and it would know where Csilla was with its vision from the hole.
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Post by DC on Dec 27, 2014 12:16:07 GMT -5
Soon after finishing the next symbol, Cynterialis had heard Csilla's struggle and paused to see what was going on. He had expected it to be just trouble with a writhing body of one of the people that were still being affected by the illusion, however when he looked over and saw that it was something more coordinated. This would be a problem, since they were nowhere even near being done with the walls just yet. Then, Cynterialis had his own idea. Picking someone up off of the ground, who just so happened to be one of the innkeepers that had decided Csilla and himself were the good guys, and he stared right into her eyes. She was in pain, but that was because she was still believing the illusion.
Dammit, he thought as he picked her up. So much for setting it all up before they made their move...
"It's an illusion; the gas isn't real. You're going to do me a favor and continue to write these symbols on all of the walls within the inn. Do not mess them up, or I will personally throw you to these dogs myself." His tone was harsh, but it was necessary, because at that point, her groaning and crying started to ease off; she realized what was going on a little better. Nodding, Cynterialis handed her the lightdagger and she scurried off to go write the symbols on more walls[1].
Then, in retaliation to Csilla's issue, Cynterialis picked up the nearest shard of wood, which was tipped with the broken edges from a lack of a "clean" separation. If the wrist is damaged, the rest of the hand cannot properly funtion, he reasoned. So, with that logic in mind, he let the "stake" drop to the ground and he kicked it hard into the hand that was reaching up. It wouldn't quite reach the wrist, however, it would be just shy of it. Not quite in agreement with Cynterialis' plan, but if the hand didn't move, then it would have to do, since all functionality would stop.
It was times like these where Cynterialis was thankful that he was what he was, rather than being a human or metahuman like most.
Mesmerizing Field[1+]: An innkeeper is now carving the symbols into the walls for Cynterialis' spell. Bonus added from the symbol drawn by Csilla.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 27, 2014 22:09:49 GMT -5
Csilla heard the cracking of wood as she looked up at see the shard puncturing the assailant's 'hand'. But it continued to drag her, more forcefully and faster than before. She was nearing the hole when something had grabbed hold of her from the hole it made as a tail wrapped around her ankle. Something was wrong, it didn't appear like it was human, seeing as though it moved with slow strides in pulling her under. The strength was abnormal as well and its grip was strong, it was almost crushing her bone. When she was just by the edge of the hole, she heard ragged breathing, but it would sound like an exhaust pipe, struggling to get air in.
It was not normal. It was like an abomination. Then it clicked her. Conjuration.
With that conclusion in mind, she stabbed the knife on the wooden floor to prevent her from moving into the hole. It slowed the process down, but it didn't stop their pulling.
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Post by DC on Dec 28, 2014 22:59:10 GMT -5
When the wood impaled into the creature's arm just below the wrist, it should've shredded through the brachioradialis, which would've completely disabled its ability to grab, and thus the ability to pull. The fact that it still held its grip even though the entire arm from just below the brachial artery region-down would be disabled, by any logical means, would imply that it was by no means adhering to the regular rules of how things work. That fact alone tipped Cynterialis off enough to cause him to realize that it was not going to be a simple matter of just loosening a grip. Either Csilla or he would have to possibly sever the hand, or at least magically cripple it.
Plan "B", he thought with a bit of a sigh to accompany it. Despite the fact that it was very likely for Csilla—even if just within her own mind—to be panicking, even though he probably should be a bit worried since the immediate plan of action was not proving to be very quickly executed, he kept completely level-headed. He wouldn't waste breath telling Csilla to keep herself as difficult to take down as possible; she would do that on her own. If she surrenders to it, then that's her own fault, he added onto his previous thought.
Despite plan "B" being a far riskier option, he'd have to take his chances. Although she wouldn't be aware of it just yet, the innkeeper that was continuing to draw the symbols on the walls[1] was quickly becoming the vessel for the spell that it was going to be. Knowing it was wrong, Cynterialis mentally made a note to himself to remember her as someone who helped his cause, at some point. If he needed to recall that bit of information, it was good to lock it into memory now. He didn't dwell on it. There was still more to do.
"Hold tight," he more or less requested from Csilla (and inadvertently joked). It could possibly provoke hostility, however, he figured it would help her fend off the summoned creature, if it did. If she wanted to rip his throat out for a minor comment such as that, she'd have to beat the creature, first. And that would make things far easier, if she managed to free herself of the burden. He doubted it would happen that way, but he placed a small ounce of hope into it. No longer interested in aiding in the defense against possibly a diversion, Cynterialis had to ready himself... with or without help. He doubted it would be an even fight. With the female innkeeper as the vessel, Cynterialis was now free to use his own mana.
With this at his disposal, he began building up mana in his right palm in preparation[2].1. Mesmerizing Field[2+]: The inkeeper continues to write symbols on the walls, unwittingly making herself vessel of the spell being prepared by none other than herself.
2. Lightsword[0]
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 28, 2014 23:27:13 GMT -5
Csilla had no doubt that she was nearing the hole. After hearing what the male said, she held tightly on the knife, creating some cuts on the wooden floor. Although confused, she wasn't panicking at all. All she focused on was the fact that the male was gathering mana on his hand. Thinking he should've went to continue carving on the walls, she carefully thought of how to impale this abomination, despite her predicament.
Looking up at the male, she thought I've had enough of being looked down upon. Her eyes glowed slightly as she muttered a simple curse that would send a gnashing cut on the arm, loosening its muscle coordination from the inside. Though it wasn't a long lasting hex, it did give her time to stab the tail around her ankle and roll away from the hole.
[Quickdraw] Blood Poison: It gives a searing pain for a brief moment from within the skin of the target.
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Post by DC on Dec 28, 2014 23:51:29 GMT -5
Ordinarily, Cynterialis would've finished writing the symbols on the walls with the aid of the innkeeper at this point, but he lacked the assistance of Csilla at this moment, which would've made the whole effort what it would've been. Rather than just a single vessel, their combined efforts wold have Cynterialis become one and Csilla becoming the second vessel, the spell would have literally doubled itself in power, which would allow for no hope of defense against the spell, regardless of a fully charged abjuration spell should one be cast. With the new development being what it was, an extraplanar creature, Cynterialis became painstakingly aware that he'd need a heavy offense as well.
"If you win with that little struggle, then I would appreciate it if you continued to write the symbols on the wall," he stated, blatantly, to Csilla. Cynterialis couldn't afford to pour any more mana into the spell if he wanted a sure offense. And I'm certain that Csilla would have a trick, despite her mana being locked into being part of the spell...
He hadn't verbalized the drawback of writing the symbols, however, and it was easy to be unaware of such an effect purely because it doesn't call upon their mana until the spell triggers. Cynterialis was, in essence, using them like tools for his greater plan. He didn't particularly care if they didn't like him for it; he wanted nothing but a straight victory. He had won his past two fights with such little effort, and so if he were to pour so much effort into this fight, it better damn well work to be a quick, simple victory.
Though if this figure had enough time to ready himself for a showdown with Cynterialis, and whoever may be accompanying him at this point—the latter factor could be dissuaded easily due to Cynterialis' reputation of doing things alone and not talking to anybody—then it was very possible that the figure would be equipped well enough to pose a challenge. I suppose it would be due time, anyway, he thought far more seriously than any previous thoughts. He didn't like the idea of a drawn out fight. It would be much more preferred to have a simple "one-and-done" match, but he knew it could very likely come down to it. With these thoughts in mind, Cynterialis continued to build up mana within his right palm[1].
The innkeeper continued to draw symbols into the walls with the lightdagger[1], though her curiosity was piqued. What exactly did Cynterialis intend on doing? She didn't dare disappoint him, for she knew that if she did, he would hold his word to his threat, and did her best to hurry along with the symbols. She didn't recognize them from anywhere. She's seen plenty of spell circles, and she's seen plenty of extraplanar oddities, but she had never seen symbols like the ones she had been volunteered to scribe into the walls. She'd likely ask him about it when she was finished, and so when she completed her task, she decided she'd hurry back and try to ask him about it. She doubted he'd answer her, considering his activity before the entire showdown started with whoever had started the entire thing, but she could still try.1. Lightsword[1]
2. (Inkeeper): Mesmerizing Field[3+]
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 29, 2014 7:26:25 GMT -5
Staring back at him for what seemed to be like a minute, she unsheathed her knife and proceeded to scribble the symbol on an opposite wall[1]. She had thought if she would be following his orders blindly, her doom would be certain. She was alone to begin with and she stayed the way for the entire time of her journey, so she had an idea of what he would do in cases like this. Use what you can to win. Even though she hated people like that, she can't help but feel in sync with his thinking, if that was the case. She did not know what the symbol would do nor what the effects would be, but she knew she would be affected like the innkeeper because they were forming the symbol anyway. Secretly, she drew a circle on her palm and gathered mana on her left hand. [2] The creature emerged from the hole, standing on all fours in front of the male. It was 5 ft. long and 3 meters wide, having dragon-like scales and reptile-like features. IT stared at the male with its crimson slit eyes, breathing hoarsely through its nose. Its tail swung behind it, ready to pounce when ready. Its eye began to glow. [3] [1] Mesmerizing Field[0]: Efforts lost from the previous symbol (which redirected it to the inkeeper's mana pools for an advantage), rewriting the symbols on the walls brings it back to a charge of zero. [0] Asphyxiation
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Post by DC on Dec 29, 2014 14:05:45 GMT -5
Detecting the slightest bit of shifting mana, Cynterialis sighed. "The spell will only borrow from your mana pool," he explained, briefly, to Csilla. "Don't divert anything into a different attack; focus on melee," he added. He needed to make it as strong as possible, and it would work wonders if the plan went smoothly. Then the creature surfaced, and Cynterialis cursed his luck. No rest for the wicked, he thought grimly. I just can't catch a break, his thoughts followed up with the previous.
This complicates things, he thought as he was conjuring up a plan. He couldn't afford to use his larger spell just yet; it would ruin all of his efforts completely. The large spell was for something more vital. If nothing "larger" showed up to the fight, this inn would become the arena for the big showdown between the man Csilla described and himself, and he would make complete use of the spell. So, how would he combat this conjured creature? It was reptillian, but it was still functioning even with the "stake" impaling it's brachioradialis. Damn...
He continued to build up mana within his right palm[1], but now he started to gather more within his left[2] as well for something different entirely. He needed to play defensive for just enough time. He detected mana shifting all around him, and although he was used to constant shifts in mana all around him (detected by his mana sensitivity), it was enough to keep his mind busy with this particular battle. So much going on, he summed up, briefly. But he wouldn't let it distract him. It was a sixth sense, of sorts, and so he was quite accustomed to it. It just tested his patience, some, is all. The creature before him in particular was radiating a massive amount of mana, mostly due to the fact that it was conjured.
Ah, conjuration. The creature's existence here is ticking down, so I just need to keep it busy until its clock runs out, he finally decided. Or if this attack works, it can die. It had already existed for a good period of time, so at the most, he had to stall it for a few minutes or so longer[3], which would be easy enough to do. That having been realized, he waited patiently for the creature to attack. It was all he could afford to do.That female should be almost done by now, he realized, as well. His mind was stretching out in different directions, but it typically did so. After all... he was one of them...
Keilen, the female innkeeper, continued to draw more symbols into the walls[4]. She was still oblivious to the side-effects of the symbols, and she was out of range of hearing what Cynterialis had explained to Csilla about the spell that she was helping prepare. As she drew, she continued to speculate on what the symbols meant. She tried to apply her knowledge to it, but it seemed to be failing her. She assumed it to be an extraplanar spell, so perhaps he was trained in the conjuration school. She thought about it, and then was fairly content with that answer, until she made out a particular detail of the symbol that stuck out. Something to do with the mind...? She thought frantically, trying to cling onto whatever she could to help explain it to her. What could he possibly be doing to someone's mind? The question caused her to ponder it further. And how did he stop those guys from attacking that girl with the flick of his hand? Maybe he was trained in a mental psionics?
1. (Right palm): Photokinetics ("Lightsword")[2] 2. (Left palm): Subjugation[0] 3. It has been 3 turns since the creature was summoned, and so it has 2 turns left before the conjuration spell would wear out. The creature will then either die or fade out of existence within this plane, which is effectively the same thing, excluding the fact that death would leave a body. What happens is purely based on the skill level of the caster as well as the spellcircle's accuracy. Death would imply a lesser level, whereas fading from this plane would suggest a higher level and greater accuracy. 4. (Inkeeper) Mesmerizing Field[4+]: Now reaching a level that could completely disable, the inkeeper is becoming very short of being able to gather the mana for anything else. Completely unaware, and having no real need, however, she doesn't begin to charge anything else.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 29, 2014 21:10:55 GMT -5
After a brief hesitation, she cancelled the mana gathering on her palm, making the circle on it disappear. She jumped on the table to draw the symbol on a wall[1] at a higher level, seeing as though said area was occupied by the people still screaming. She had took notice of the innkeeper drawing on the symbols on the different walls. She pondered on what the effects would be on someone like her. Her gut was telling her something wasn't right and began to doubt. But she shook it off. If she was going to survive this, a little aftereffect won't hurt. All she needed to do was follow what the male said and then strike when the time is right. The threatening figure had yet to make his appearance.
Those screaming were running about the vicinity, holding their heads with their hands. Others had passed out on the floor, while those still conscious cling to whatever they could, in hopes of lessening the 'pain'. Though, some would take notice of the creature and through horrible thoughts, they think it was the end for them. Their gaze shifted towards Csilla and the innkeeper, thinking what they were drawing was something of a bigger plan, still ensuring their doom. Those who survived the brawl and yet was under the rule of the man who used the invisible sword, they lunged at Csilla and the innkeeper, successfully tackling the innkeeper to the ground but not Csilla who had noticed their lunging and jumped out of the way. Fools, she thought, knocking one out of commission. She saw the innkeeper scream and struggle, knowing her attacker was a large man. With no time to waste, Csilla threw her knife that hit the back of the head of the attacker, running to the innkeeper as the attacker fell. She took back the knife and shook the blood from the blade. "Continue, I'll hold them off," she said in her neutral tone, though it sounded like an order than a suggestion. She prepared herself for the five oncoming men.
The creature hissed as its eyes looked straight at the male. It was gathering mana within itself, the effects was still unknown.[1] Suddenly, it lunged at the male. If he would dodge, its tail would recoil back to hit him with enough strength to send him reeling to the side, if contact was made. Then it would face him, crouching for the next attack.
1. Mesmerizing Field[1]: The second symbol drawn completed one charge, leaving Csilla to charge anything else to a maximum of 4 at this point.
[0] Acid pool
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Post by DC on Dec 29, 2014 21:57:48 GMT -5
When Csilla started to guard Keilen, the innkeeper wiped her forearm against her brow. She, obviously shaken at this point, wasn't so sure she could keep a steady hand to replicate the symbol. Trying her hardest not to make the symbol as sloppy as her hand wished to, she eventually finished the last symbol she'd draw[1]. She decided that the other walls would have already been drawn on, and so she turned to Csilla and then stammered, "I-I finished the symbols..." She looked at the lightdagger, and then at that moment, it faded from her hands. So much for being helpful for other things... She then had an idea. "Let's go help him. Whatever he needs these symbols for, it affects the mind. Surely he'd be using a lot of mana to cast something that involves symbols all over this floor. He'll need help fighting that thing." She peeked over Csilla's shoulder, trying to view past the men that threatened their position in hopes to see just what Cynterialis was up against.
The attack was as standard as he'd expect from such a creature. But, at this point, he had brought together enough mana within his right palm for his attack to reach an effective level. At the same time, he decided he wouldn't waste more time with gathering mana within his left, and so when the creature went to attack, Cynterialis did move quickly to the side, though he expected an attack to await him. As the tail would snap towards him, he'd release the mana gathering within his left palm, which would, at the very least, cause the creature to be entranced with the immediate first object it would see for a moment or two. This would, at the very least, cause it to completely disregard the fact that it was fighting Cynterialis and that it had intended on slamming him with its tail. It was that same moment, however, that Cynterialis shoved his palm as if intending on force-palming the lizard's "spine" region. At that moment, however, a smaller flash of light went off and while the creature would be distracted, a less intimidating Lightsword would impale itself into the creature's back[2]. It wouldn't be lethal, unless the creature was oddly susceptible to it, but it would pierce through the scales and damage it enough to put it out of commission long enough for the remainder of its time of being summoned.
1. (Innkeeper) Mesmerizing Field[5+]: The innkeeper's symbols have all been completely drawn. 2. Subjugation[1] + Photokinetics[3]= "Mesmerizing Lightsword"[4]: Facing the effect of a single-charged mesmerizing spell, his counterattack would be delayed at the exact same time that Cynterialis would lodge his Lightsword into the spinal region of the creature.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 29, 2014 22:14:11 GMT -5
Csilla heard what the innkeeper had suggested but said nothing as she impaled two men in front of them. Pondering on what the innkeeper had said about the mind, she had thought that the male was able to hold the creature off for the time being, making his concentration as sharp as a sword. After putting the last man in an air lock, she snapped his neck in a swift motion, leaving him motionless on the floor. She then turned to the innkeeper, holding her gaze for a second. "Can you fight?" she inquired, glancing at the creature with the male. If she suggested to help the male, then she should have something up her sleeve, if not to just watch. Clutching on the knife and closing her eyes, she thought of her next attack while listening to anything that would seem off. She did however, picked up footsteps on the roof and outside, but in slow and careful strides. Awaiting an order, she concluded, opening her eyes. "There are men around the inn, up and outside. So I ask, can you fight?" she asked in a slow yet demanding tone.
The creature had closed its eyes the moment it let its tail move, so looking at the first thing to make it entranced was not applicable. Using its senses, it stomped on the wooden floor, breaking a block that would protrude towards the male. It hissed as it waited for him to move. If he should block it, the creature would let out a spit towards the male while he blocked. If he were to dodge, the creature would back away in a swift move. Knowing it was nearing its time, it sounded like it was gathering up spit. [1]
[1] Acid pool
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Post by DC on Dec 30, 2014 16:19:17 GMT -5
Cynterialis should've expected that the creature wouldn't have fallen prey to the mesmerizing aspect of the attack, since he hadn't balanced it off any greater, however, it didn't respond to his lightsword itself, so the creature faced his Lightsword's impaling even as it stomped its foot; the last action it would perform before vanishing[1]. This action, however, was enough to make Cynterialis start a sudden roll on his back, though it stopped when he placed his palms flat on the ground, with his curled legs up in the air. When that point in the roll was present, he pushed off with his arms, causing a sort of back flip to allow him to land a few feet back, and then he stood straight again. It was a rather flashy, gymnastics-style maneuver, but it was effective enough. It waited too long, he mused. Its time had expired, and now Cynterialis was given a little more room to breathe. Once more, he began charging mana within his right palm[2], since he would indubitably need it once more. This is getting ridiculous...
As the creature would face it's expiration, Cynterialis would look at the people around him, who have long since been freed of the illusion's effects. A vast majority, however, were more focused on verifying that it was indeed an illusion and there were no real changes to their bodies. Many of them still imagined that they felt the pain, but they were no longer writhing and screaming. The illusion's effects were long since gone, but those that believed it the most would still become affected from residual beliefs, rather than a magical means of forcing them to see or imagine its effects.
"Inkeeper!" Cynterialis barked, rather suddenly. "Try to cast anything without my permission and I will have your spine snapped in three different places!"
"Try to cast anything and I will have your spine snapped in three different places!" Cynterialis barked. This instilled an ever-living fear of her own mana pools. She had drawn the symbols on the walls, and so there was no way of knowing what the symbols would do to her if she tried to cast anything. Once more completely shaken, after just having started to get herself together. "I-I can u-use telekinesis, b-but..." she let her voice trail off, obviously referring back to Cynterialis' order.
"What's he planning to do?" she asked, hoping that Csilla would have the answer. It was unclear to her if Csilla and himself were companions, or had just been thrown together under the circumstances. She hoped for the earlier, because if nobody knew what he was doing... she wasn't sure if she could truly perform what he needed her to. And she certainly didn't want to anger Cynterialis further. His words were harsh, but despite his demanding tone, he still kept an oddly level-headed demeanor.
1. The creature had expired during your last post, and so the stomping of its foot would be the last thing it did. There is either a body there now, or it has faded from "existence". 2. Photokinetics[0]
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Post by Lactea Via on Jan 3, 2015 20:45:37 GMT -5
"We have company," Csilla raised her voice to call out to the male, knowing that the figures above were making their move. Slightly annoyed at the sudden and unfair play of the enemy, she took out her bow and arrow again, readying to fire at the nearest target. One of the men on the roof was gathering mana [1] as the others swooped down through the holes they made on the roof and knocked out some men in their way before charging towards Csilla, the innkeeper and the male. She had ignored the question of the innkeeper for her focus was on another threat.
She knew and sensed the mana gathering of the man above the roof that she would take down. She was getting tired of their tricks. Letting an arrow fly throw the air to take down the one running towards them, she said in a neutral tone, "Can you fight with arms?" If Csilla had to take down the man above, she knew she would leave the innkeeper to herself. Knowing that the innkeeper had a role in the spell the male conjured with the symbols, she couldn't let the innkeeper die. So she had to know the answer before she could do her next tactic.
[0] Pyrokinesis
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Post by DC on Jan 3, 2015 22:56:47 GMT -5
He just couldn't catch a break, could he? Although he was growing impatient with the current goings-on, he would keep a level head. He couldn't afford not to. A simple miscalculation would likely be his, Csilla's, and now possibly the Keilen's doings. Althoug he wasn't exactly the hero type, he would prefer to not have their deaths be just because they were working with him. Since they weren't really against him, and they were actually helping him, it actually mattered a little that they didn't die. Although he was more or less using the innkeeper, he would still consider her an ally; the enemy would likely do the same.
Cynterialis continued to build up mana in his palm[1] so that he could keep an edge, although he could already detect the gathering of mana above him. How much longer until their ringleader makes an appearance? Else I'd have to question his cowardice, he thought as he waited to see what would happen. He wouldn't make a single move, yet, other than the gathering of mana in his palm. He would prefer to keep the innkeeper in the dark until he had already made use of her, mostly because if either Cynterialis or Csilla vocalized the plan, the enemy could likely hear it and prepare something to counter it. Granted, it would take them a while to prepare anything, and he had a slight advantage over even a fully charged shield[2], but he would prefer to not have it be an issue regardless.
"Bite your tongue," he muttered quietly, mostly to himself in regards to Csilla's possibly willingness to reveal the plan. He had a newfound issue of
The innkeeper wasn't of much help; she hadn't taken up a melee school, and she was deathly afraid of firing off anything until Cynterialis told her to.
"No," she answered quickly. She was suddenly ashamed that she hadn't, feeling disappointed that she couldn't help in the slightest minus what Cynterialis had told her to do. She didn't dare even think of casting a spell. It was both a fear of his following through with his threat as well as the fact that she understood that he obviously knew what he was doing. He had a composition that rang highly of an experienced fighter, and he had yet to face any real issues. After all... he had won his fight immediately upon entering the city by crushing one's jaw. Then, he had sliced a man in two with a photokinetic blade. In one day, he had felled two foes, and he still seemed to be going strong. Though she did have to question how much longer he could press on before he'd run out of steam. Just barely loud enough for Csilla to hear, she commented on a sudden realization. "Do you think their leader will show up soon...?" She was curious mostly because she just wanted the whole thing to be over.
She wanted to hurry up and get to the point where they'd have to clean the mess from the brawl, and then decide on if they'd accept their staying the night or to kick them out for causing such trouble. She understood that it wasn't really their fault, but they didn't need any more trouble as is...
1. Photokinetics[1] 2. Just a reminder that Csilla can only charge something up to 4 due to her participation of 1 charge of the subjugation spell waiting to go off.The total charge of the spell, due to the divided source, would be 6+ since it was coming from two different sources.
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Post by Lactea Via on Jan 4, 2015 0:48:34 GMT -5
Csilla sighed, just audible enough for herself to hear. The innkeeper was useless at this point so she had to do some countermeasures. Upon hearing what the male said, she was slightly ticked off at the men coming towards them. She took out three hand made arrows and chanted a homing grant [1] as she made them fly, killing off the targets across them like a homing missile while blasting what was inside. She didn't care if she killed them off with that trick, she was already getting annoyed by the minute. They irked her to the point that she thought of what the innkeeper has asked and clicked her tongue. "His cowardice sickens me." The arrows continued to looked for their targets around the room.
The man on top of the roof gathered up mana once more [2]. Another man jumped down and using his strength and after finding the gas pipes underneath the inn, she tore it apart and let the gas screech in the room, making a deafening sound occupy it and the smell of gas filled up the nostrils of anyone breathing in the vicinity.
[1] Pyrokinesis [Quickdraw] Homing grant: it allows the arrows to have the ability like a homing missile and once in contact with the target, it would blow up what is inside before passing through the body, looking for its next target.
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