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Post by DC on Apr 29, 2015 8:09:05 GMT -5
Bounty:Extraplanar-Possessed
- Location:The plains of Shystae
- Target: A group of four tiger-like creatures possessed by extraplanar energy
- Time: Pre-Legacy of Clan Saph'ral
- Bounty Level: Three-Star
- Participants: HERO, Ars Moriendi, DC
Posting Order
- DC
- Ars Moriendi
- HERO
To those with the bravest hearts,
As of late, reports have been coming in concerning a group of animals that have been ravaging the people all over Shystae. While the targets they have been taking were without any consistency, the only bit of consistent information we can receive is that the creatures resemble tigers in an extreme sense. We have been able to find that there are only four of these creatures, and rumor has it that these creatures are extraplanar-possessed. The idea is, for obvious reasons, concerning, as we do not know what will follow. These creatures must be put down as quickly as possible! We ask that you bring their tails in for evidence of your success. There will be a 1,000phi deduction for each missing tail.
Rewards
- 4,000phi to everyone who participates
- Fame earned: 10
- 1 Bag of Limitless Storage each
Bag of Limitless Storage:
Environmental Factor: Weather: Heavy Thunderstorm
- Decreased pyro effects (Double the charge time; two turns to move up one charge)
- Advantage to hydro and electric effects (0+ to all attacks)
- Visibility decreased, sight down to 10ft in any given direction. (Stealth effects get 0+) and decreased focus (handwritten spell circle creation has double the charge time; two turns to build up one charge)
- Illusionary Indifference (with the exclusion of stealth, illusionary effects have zero effect; even a charge of 5=0)
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Post by DC on Apr 29, 2015 8:20:11 GMT -5
When Viktaal took up the bounty, he didn't know that he would have taken it at an inconvenient time. It was right in the middle of a thunderstorm that, apparently, nobody saw coming. Everybody shrugged it off as just a surprise storm from the environment, but something tugged at Viktaal. When he looked up to the sky as it rained down on him, he wasn't sure, because the rain obscured his vision both on the physical world as well as the flow of mana, but he could swear he saw some form of energy in the sky...
He couldn't tell, so he didn't dwell too much on it. He had formed a small party with a couple of people who all seemed like they were ready to go. He doubted that either of them could have predicted the weather, since nobody else seemed to see it coming, and half of him expected some sort of complaint or comment on the inconvenience it had taken. Despite how heavy it was raining, he didn't really seem bothered by it. He didn't get any hooded attire, he didn't carry any form of protection from the rain, he just let it fall on his head. He liked the rain. The sound of thunder cracking was actually quite relaxing for Viktaal. If it wasn't for the fact that they were all going out on a bounty, he would probably be taking it easy somewhere and falling asleep to the storm, or maybe just studying in it. The thought of it appealed to him, but again, he didn't dwell on it.
They had set out maybe an hour or so ago, following a lead that the contractor had given them on the location of the pack. They had been informed that the creatures were nomadic, meaning that the faster they got to the location, the more likely they were to get to it. It would maybe take an hour more just to get to the location, which Viktaal thought might give them time enough to wander elsewhere. He half doubted that they would find the creatures there. He enjoyed bounty hunting, and because of his dong it in the past, and his mind recently returning to that "hunter mindset", he knew that the likelihood of them being there was extremely low. Nomadic creatures didn't stay anywhere very long at all. Unless they were sleeping, they were probably moving.
The pace was quick. Maybe they could cut the time if the moved quickly enough. The time estimation was based off of the average person's walking speed, so at a brisker pace, they might be able to reach them. Maybe.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 29, 2015 17:14:35 GMT -5
Aylin walked along rather cheerfully in the downpour. It was mainly the fact that the bounty that she had decided to undertake was so intriguing, tiger-creatures anyone? But along with that, even though it was unexpected, the thunderstorm put her in a surprisingly good mood. She absolutely adored the rain, and a giddy smile was plastered on her face. Her jacket had an attachable hood if she so chose, but it had been awhile since she had last felt the sensation of raindrops hitting her skin, so she didn't wear it. The jacket itself was water-resistant, the beads of moisture sliding off the material. Her hair was damp at this point, but it didn't seem to bother her.
She was curious about her new companion for the mission. Oratus she knew, and hoped to get to know better, but the other male was an enigma. He seemed professional and serious, qualities she could appreciate, so she took the brief moment where they weren't in immediate danger to inquire his name and schooling, partially out of curiosity, but mostly out of a practical desire to be informed of her teammates abilities, at least the bare minimum, so when the time came for combat, they could cooperate at their best.
She preferred a brisker pace than what they had set, so she considered suggesting moving along faster, although she hesitated since she didn't want to come across as rude. Deciding that she might as well voice her opinion, she inquired of her two companions if they were up to a quicker speed, not too fast since that could tire them out, but one where they could cover more distance more efficiently. The information gotten from the contractor would help narrow down the search, but she suspected that they would have to do some tracking themselves.
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Post by HERO on Apr 29, 2015 17:56:59 GMT -5
Oratus kept moving right along with them at the brisk pace they determined, but he was perfectly fine with going faster. He trained alone every other morning to build the kind of endurance for running across long distances, and in such a situation as this, moving fast without tiring could really pay off. Besides, he wasn't in that much worry yet of rain pelting him, as his cloak did a beautiful job of keeping him warm and comfy, folding around his body, and covering his black hair with an even blacker hood shaped like the pointy hats of the oldest black mages. It was quite wonderful that he got it as a gift, and didn't have to track down any crafter familiar with how to make it.
Early on, right after the storm hit is when he expressed his thankfulness in having it. He could probably have used some more traction-grabbing shoes than sneakers though, in the chance they would be fighting in mud. The potential for sloppiness in general made Oratus a little less happy about the storm, especially considering that he might not be able to use his full array of spells, lest he gets a book wet and destroy it. Not an option!
And so, he'd have to stick to what thaumaturgic methods he could manage, and maybe use his teammates as a crutch when they won't manage to be enough. But maybe that's what teammates are for? And speaking of teammates, this particular group delighted him. Aylin he met during his last bounty hunt, taking on a succubus, and he knew he could rely on for support in battle, and chatting in boredom. Viktaal he just met, but already feels like he related to in a huge way. He'd definitely have to ask him a few things later.
All in all, the mix of good and not-so-good left Oratus in a mood that could be described as even. Amidst the thunderous drumbeat of the thousand raindrops, and well, thunder, his red eyes emotionlessly looked down upon his raised handgun and he clicked the button at it's side once, turning it's red light yellow. He couldn't see all that far ahead, so he figured Viktaal would see the beasts before him, but just to be sure, he asked, "Ay, before we pick up pace, Viktaal, your sight any better than mine with that scouter? Would hate to get ambushed, you know?"
Might've just been paranoia, but with the last crackle of light he could almost swear he felt everything on him tingle. Maybe if they continued on for long enough he could joke about the odds that the beasts would get struck by lightning before they get a chance to hunt them? Roasted beast tails are okay, aren't they?
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Post by DC on Apr 30, 2015 7:07:45 GMT -5
Aylin's questions amused Viktaal some, marked by a smile that would likely go unseen due to the fact that for the most part, he just kept facing forward, not wanting to look away in case they did run into some trouble ahead of schedule. He didn't seem to come off as rude, but it was clear he didn't want to leave any room for mistakes. "Viktaal," he answered when question of his name came up, but he decided to lie a little bit about his schooling. He didn't want people to rely on his schooling or to give off the wrong impression. "I didn't take any schooling here," he answered. "I'm not from Kalg'rai," he added.
If Aylin looked, she'd notice the weapons strapped to either hip; they clearly weren't something that was common in Kalg'rai, if there were any at all. Gunblades weren't exactly something people cared to do, since most people would need to take swordplay schooling as well as gunnery schooling of some kind. It was impractical for most people in Kalg'rai.
"We need to move faster," he added. With that, just short of being in a jog, he increased the speed. Though something was off about the pace that he was setting—it was as if he was holding back, it seemed. It would be subtle, but if they paid enough attention, which was likely due to the storm, then they could see a sort of restraint on the way he moved. He knew the answers he gave would probably cause further questions, but because of the volume due to the rain pounding into the ground and onto their attire, he didn't quite want to yell over it. It would tip the creatures off, likely. He didn't want to be ambushed.
Ah, the scouter! he thought as Oratus brought it up. Damn, why didn't I think of that sooner?
With that, he brought his hand to the device and tapped it with his finger, a small gesture that would cause the holographic screen to appear in front of his right eye. Looking through it with his dominant eye did seem to help a bit. They way it scanned the land and the environment would prove beneficial. Oratus, you're a genius.
"Yeah, it helps a bit," Viktaal answered. "Good idea," he added. He wasn't about to play it off like he knew all along—he wasn't that kind of person. The pace they were moving at that point would cut down the E.T.A. to roughly half an hour. But Viktaal wasn't sure about how much they could take, so he didn't want to make the pace too fast. If his allies were tired, they would be bound to be less efficient in combat. He couldn't have that.
The pack had recently gotten a fresh set of kills. A small merchant caravan that had intended on going to a smaller city within Shystae to sell off goods from a larger city; it would have been a good profit. Because there were a small number of people in the group, the Extraplanar Possessed would eat well, disregarding the rain. They were used to it, or at least the extraplanar force that had taken their bodies as vessels were. There were no leaders of the pack; they were all equal, and so they all ate at the same time. They ripped shreds off of the people bit by bit, the blood not bothering them, and it would be washed away extremely quickly anyways because of the rain.
As they ate, the occasional rumble would sound off from the felines, though it wasn't anything to be concerned about. They were oblivious to things beyond a certain range, mostly due to the rain. The extraplanar force hadn't quite counted that the animals' senses would be slightly diluted because of the storm. Oh well.
The lavender glow, making the panthers actually appear to be tigers as they added a stripe pattern to their coats, was mostly drowned out from distances because of the downpour. It had set up for a perfect ambush, and when they were upon them, the lavender glow seemed to be something straight out a nightmare. To further this, their eyes were just a lavender-tinted, though mostly white, glow. If that wasn't enough to distinguish them from the ordinary, if one were to look at the wagons, the means of transporting the goods—these particular merchants had favored a more rustic means of doing things—they were shredded and broken down as if razed by some strong force.
The creatures possessed an incredible strength, but those stories didn't meet the contractor because any that experienced it were dead. The select few that had escaped them were too busy running to see their achievements. After the meals were done, they lied down, though one circled the other three that were resting, a sort of patrol-like procedure. They felt the need to rest after such a good meal.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 30, 2015 8:43:14 GMT -5
Upon his reply to the inquiry of his name, she smiled and said, "Pleased to meet you." The fact that he didn't acknowledge her directly didn't bother her in the slightest, she knew that if one of them let down their guard it could spell doom for them all. Hearing that he apparently hadn't gone to a specific school she frowned to herself, although not displeased. The expression was closer to thoughtful, if somewhat emotionless, and it came with the fact that she was considering his skills in light of the new information. Since she was walking a bit behind him, she could see fairly clearly the weapons strapped to his hips that were, although not entirely new to her personally, novel in design. The fact that he could use them effectively gave her a sense of his skills, even if he didn't go to a magic school, so she left the questioning at that.
What caused her more discomfort however was when he mentioned he came from outside of Kalg'rai. Although he probably wouldn't notice since he wasn't looking at her, she stopped smiling, her mood a bit more subdued, and instead began to glance every which way. Outwardly it was her checking their visibility in the thunderstorm, as being ambushed would be an unfortunate situation, but inwardly it was an attempt to distract herself. Aylin hadn't realized there were more like her who were complete strangers to Kalg'rai, and she looked at him a bit differently. She hardly knew him, and they certainly weren't friends yet, but she felt a strange undertone of companionship, even if it was one sided. It was like when an adopted child meets another adoptee; even if they know nothing about each other, the fact that both of them were abandoned created at least one area of common ground. She would have to ask Viktaal about the specifics later, provided they actually returned alive. That made her smile return, except it was a bit more warped. Will we die? she pondered. Oh well, can't be worrying about that now.
Her only reaction to Viktaal's statement of moving faster was to match his pace. It wasn't a strain for her at present, and she could easily maintain the speed for a decent amount of time. The device he pulled out intrigued her, and she was grateful that at least one of them would have better than normal visibility in the storm. Once they got closer to their destination she would most likely pull out her own tricks for 'seeing' but at the moment she didn't feel the need.
She wondered exactly what the powers of the creatures were. Beyond the description provided by the contractor, they had little information on the tigers. She doubted they were actually tigers, since said felines were usually solitary, and suspected some kind of foul play at work. Aylin glanced up at the sky, lightning flashing followed by peals of thunder. For anyone else other than herself and the other two, it would be a miserable occasion. As it stood, it should be entertaining at least.
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Post by HERO on Apr 30, 2015 20:40:23 GMT -5
Although Oratus was glad to have made their lives easier with his suggestion, he had actually thought it was on already, but with Viktaal always looking ahead it was pretty hard for him to really tell. "Splendid," Oratus said, picking up some speed himself. Going off into a full fledge sprint would be suicidal, but he was more than ready to run, and the thick cloth-like material fluttering in the air behind him as he did it made it add an extra sense of coolness. Too bad he couldn't use a spell book by tucking it in between his back and cape.
Kicking up a little more speed to run up besides Aylin, and call out to Viktaal, "Got anything in particular we should know to work together without stepping on your shoes, or feeling like you're stepping on ours? If Ay over here weren't a slowpoke, and already got onto to learning how to enchant, I bet I could jump to the front and immediately start power-punching tigers into submission." A number of responses Oratus could expect, from "stay out of my way," to "just go with the motions," and despite not caring to really say much, he didn't pick up a vibe that Viktaal was to really be rude enough to claim he'd do all the heavy lifting. Counting Ay's flechettes, they all seemed to have some range with their weapons, and at the same time, they all seemed capable of close ranged attacks, but Oratus really was probably the weakest link here, his handgun having a set charge for safety and reliability. He should fix that later. Maybe he could do alright as support tonight, spitting out some arcane language to cast off small spells. In this storm, electric and water spells would fit nicely, but at the same time, could he ever really get anything more than some sparks or water guns off without having to get his face ripped off? And that's just assuming these were normal tigers. There was plenty chance that they were far from, since of course, not everything is what it at first seems. And in this case, Oratus distinctly remembered the poster saying they "resembled" tigers...
Flash!...and crackle! Might they get one of those beasts to cast a Thunder spell into the sky, and get struck down by the gods for being defiant?
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Post by DC on May 1, 2015 7:20:54 GMT -5
Viktaal couldn't help but chuckle at Oratus' question, or moreso, his light jab at Aylin's speed in doing things. Slowpoke. For some reason, he found that quite comical, and it bubbled to the surface with his chuckle. But the question that was before the light joke poked at the back of Viktaal's head. It was at that moment that he would question: Are they looking at me like some sort of leader...? If they were, Viktaal wouldn't be able to sit right. How could someone lead who normally did things alone? On the other hand, he could share some tactics that he had picked up...
He let out a single-note hum that dragged out a little bit, though it was largely overshadowed by the rain falling. "You mistake me for an elitist," he says after a few moments. "On the contrary, I'm actually concerned that I'll have my face ripped off and bones munched on." Viktaal wasn't going to lie, and if they were indeed fated to die on this bounty, he didn't want to die with them believing lies he told. Pseudo-confidence would boost morale a bit, sure, but honesty would drive them to trudge through even the toughest of muck, so to speak.
"As for plans... There are three of us. I'm not sure what your abilities are, what your strengths might be, but we won't have much time to discuss it. With three of us being here, if these creatures are smart enough to "divide and conquer", then one of us will be fighting two at once. Considering some of the background on these things, I don't think that's a very good idea. If any one of us is to fall, then that leaves yet another creature to tag up on someone. Simply put: if any of us die, then we're all screwed." He knew how grim it sounded, but hopefully it would cause them to realize the true gravity of the situation. "I can create five replicas of myself if I get enough time to focus. If I manage to do that, then instead of three, we've got eight of us. Eight on four is a much better-sounding ratio for our case.
"This storm isn't natural," he added after a moment. "I saw it when I studied it earlier. It isn't just a random storm; I'm willing to bet that these creatures are responsible for it. There is mana flowing oddly in the air causing it to rain." He had determined this after some thought, considering what he had seen before. He wasn't sure before, but logic kicked in and what he saw became clear. "These creatures might be able to use the storm to their advantage. If that's the case, then we're not dealing with tigers. And because I've never heard of natural creatures here creating storms like this, I'm going to venture a guess and say that these creatures aren't from here—they have to be extraplanar. With that, we have no real clue what we're going up against. This is why it's a three-star bounty," he sighed as he explained, but again, the sound would be drowned out by the storm.
"We're going in blind," he said flatly. "But the last bounty I did, I had no idea what I was going up against. I still walked out fine, and so can we, here, if we keep our cool. These creatures have been able to get the jump on people, but I don't think people have ever gotten a jump on them. We could catch them off guard. I would think that if we all concentrated on one at a time then we could pick them apart easily, but because I have reason to believe that they are extraplanar, that might not be a good idea." As he spoke, his mind was running through a million different scenarios.
"Best plan I can come up with: we can eliminate one before the rest are aware. If you let me pick off the first one, you guys can just jump right in to start on your targets. I'll scoop up whichever one is left that you guys haven't targeted. If we do it that way, then we're fighting them three-on-three, and our odds skyrocket." A crack of thunder stopped him from starting the next sentence. "From there, do not waste time with your target. Don't destroy the tail, and don't waste time killing it.," he said, though he felt that the latter bit was unnecessary, but he still had to say it because he's known people to try and make themselves look better by making situations more difficult than they had to be. "because I really don't want to see either of you die, and I would very much so like to avoid dying myself."
I'm doing a time skip to save some time with posting. I'm going to recommend letting things go the way he explained. Just saying.
Although the rain stopped it from being clear, the group would be able to see the faintest glow of purple. It was incredibly tough to see just what it was, but it certainly wasn't normal. One of these glowing purple... things... was circling around the others. It was a slow movement, and Viktaal recognized it as a guard for the others. Looking through his HoloScouter, he looked back to the two and nodded. "We're here. Their newest target was a merchant caravan, so maybe we can loot it after." He flashed a smile when he said that. It was only half a joke. "I'll get the one patrolling. As soon as it goes down, jump in on the ones in the center." He waited for their responses, though he didn't waste time building up the energy in his gunblades after drawing both of them out1.
1. Gunblades: Energy Stacking[0]
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 1, 2015 8:21:57 GMT -5
Aylin listened to Viktaal's suggestions and nodded. What he said was true, four on three weren't great odds, and they couldn't afford to have anyone killed. She certainly didn't intend to die here, and she didn't want to see any of them die either. She looked up at the rain, only now perceiving the faint mana that existed in it. Her lips curled in a small scowl, although not directed at anyone other than herself. She really needed to work on her sensory abilities. "Hah, so they aren't tigers after all," she said with a wry smile. "Well, your plan sounds like our best bet not to be cat food, so I'll plan to stick with it, unless something goes horribly wrong." She smiled a bit as she realized she had, in fact, been thinking of him as an elitist. His admission of his own insecurity surprised her, but the honest was refreshing. "If we all do our parts this should be a cakewalk." That's fine, and that is my intention. As she scanned the area once again, a faint gleam of purple caught her eye, although it was somewhat obscured by the rain. Four glowing things, and it almost instantly clicked that here was their target. She withdrew from the leather pouch at her belt four, around three-inch long cylinders that seemed to be made of a stiffened cloth, or some sort of canvas 1. "Let you take out one, and we target our own. Don't destroy the tails. Sounds easy." 1. Flechette Storm [0] |
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Post by HERO on May 1, 2015 20:14:11 GMT -5
Oratus chuckled a little, realizing he had come off wrong probably, but wouldn't comment further on that, preferring to speak his opinion on Viktaal's idea. Speeding up a little to catch right up to Viktaal's side, he took a chance in maybe getting ambush to not have to call out as loudly in the rain. "Gotta say, that is some pretty sound reasoning. And I can't say I've ever met someone who could duplicate before, but I am pretty glad to have now, if these beasts' mere presence brings about a raging thunderstorm." Grinning to hide his unease, Oratus kept moving on forward, imagining just what these beasts were capable of. Burping thunderbolts would be a bit out of his possible realm of imagination, but the uncertainty was playing on the side of his mouth, making it a struggle to keep it from falling flat. Aylin was probably right, with her last set of words, he figured. "Yeah, and besides, all of us dying would make for a really pathetic lore book for all the kids at the library, I would think." No complaints here. Skidding to a stop, Oratus gripped his fingers tight while looking out across the distance between them and the source of glowing purple light. "I call first look at the books inside, if they aren't damaged by rainwater." They probably were, but who knows, someone might've plopped a few in some good containers that the beasts felt no need to tear apart. 'Hm...What could I do in this situation...' He didn't think of making a golem or an amphibian lizard here as the best idea, as he wasn't yet sure of what the creatures were capable of. Furbals definitely would not be appropriate to summon for the circumstance, and his companions probably wouldn't care to see something cute get crunched in half today. Defensive strategies could be useful, but then in holding up a defense, he would take longer in killing a tiger. He knew something else he could manage though. "They should do fine enough for this," he would silently mumble to himself recalling memories of the arcane language necessary for a simplistic form of spellcasting. It wouldn't be very constrained, but it was the best preparation he could think of. Taking one sharp breath to relax his lungs, and prepare his mental focus, he skimmed the horizon left and right before beginning to push mana out from his core, and into both of his hands. "Ahcru," 1 came from his mouth first, and then with a small hiccup-like break in between, he spoke, "Fultel" 2. His eyes turned straight ahead, and he awaited the time for action.* 1. Water Blast [0]
2. Thunder Bolt [0]
May as well take the chance at double-charging for Oratus' two actions.
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Post by DC on May 2, 2015 10:06:08 GMT -5
Viktaal studied the circling creature quietly. He couldn't tell its form, even with the help of his HoloScouter, so he was making a wild guess at where his shot would have to land. Crack. The thunder seemed to strike closer than the others, as if it were protesting the approach of the trio. It didn't strike, it didn't do anything, it just seemed to be moving closer. Maybe that meant something, maybe that didn't. One would have to pay attention to it as more cracks go off. Viktaal closed his eyes for a moment. His right gunblade would start to look just a smidgen darker1, but this was hardly noticeable because of the rain. He heard Oratus starting to speak in some tongue he didn't immediately recognize, that is, until he actually thought about it.
Well I'll be damned...
Viktaal wouldn't comment on it, but he suddenly had a greater appreciation of Oratus. They'd have to discuss some things concerning Arcane Magic sometime in the future, if they did in fact have one. He was sure they would make it, though the thought of getting ripped to shreds didn't exactly go away quietly. Now isn't the time, he thought, casting away his thoughts that weren't concerning here and now. Focus.
Crack. The thunder was definitely getting closer. That time, it sounded like the thunder was actually mocking them somewhat, as if the crack were some sort of laugh. The idea would come off as odd, since lightning and thunder don't have personalities, yet for some reason, that was the vibe it gave off. The pace of the creature circling the rest seemed to slow a little more, though its reasoning would be unknown.
The guarding possessed slowed because it sensed that something was off. Ordinarily, the creatures wouldn't have sentience, but the extraplanar forces controlling them gave the creatures unique thought patterns and awareness. The creature sensed that something was wrong, and so small sparks, unnoticeable in the rain from afar, would fling from the corners of its mouth2. The lightning was getting closer, and that was because the guarding possessed was on high alert.
1. (Viktaal) Gunblade: Energy Stacking[1]
2. (Possessed Feline) Extraplanar Lightning[0]: The thunder & lightning is moving closer as it charges.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 2, 2015 17:07:12 GMT -5
Aylin noted Oratus's chanting and smirked a bit. Arcane magic sure seemed fun to use. She'd have to hurry up her own training once this bounty as complete. She watched the lightning, suspicious now of its true nature. It seemed strangely sentient, and that made her uneasy. She considered what her first move would be after Viktaal struck, and decided this was the best time to not hold back. She returned some of the cases to her pouch, but kept the ones marked with a small black whorl, although the mark could barely be seen through the visibility conditions1. She held them in the palm of her right hand. Guessing that since the creatures were extraplanar, physical attacks wouldn't work as well against them, she changed her strategy. There were permanent enchantments on these flechettes, a gift from her old teacher, and needed only mana to be activated. It hardly counted as real Enchantment, but for now it would have to do.
She couldn't quite see what the beasts were up to, but remained on high alert, doubting that it would take them that long to sense that they were being hunted. Viktaal and Oratus seemed to have their sides under control, so she remained calm, confident even, although still wary. If worse came to worse she had a few more tricks up her sleeve, but hesitated to use them. She watched the purple gleam with suspicious eyes before deciding that she might as well ensure that her target would be killed. Mana began gathering in her left arm, although it was only a subtle change.
1. Flechette Storm (Anti-Magic Enchantment) [1]
2. Spatial Rend [0]
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Post by HERO on May 3, 2015 8:46:01 GMT -5
Something felt quite ominous within the territory, a familiar tingling that made whatever spark left in his eyes waver. Pulling out more energy from his core, he continued his chanting, unsure of how to address it without stopping his casting. Glance up in the sky didn't grant a whole lot, but the thunderclap's nearing did feel about as threatening as when they first arrived. The battle had yet to truly start, but just in preparation, he could feel the scene intensifying by glancing between himself and his companions. Everyone was making more and more sure that they would strike and kill their target as quick as possible, and that was certainly a good tactic. If now they could just keep preparing for a moment longer, and strike without the beasts getting a chance to scramble for a counterattack, he thought to himself, "then surely they must be as good as dead." His sense of confidence was increasing, but his alertness wasn't going to suffer at the hands of it. He already gave the first combinations of phrases from his Arcane lexicon, deciding already the general shape and behavior of the forces he'd invocate. Now the form needed to be strengthened, and the level of mana fed into it increased. Two more phrases, "Qua," and "Gur," were pronounced with a small controlled break right in between them. 1 Piecing together parts of the language like this made for some useful modularity, however in Oratus' mind, no spell could be more specialized than one you draw for yourself. Shifting his feet some, he didn't know whether or not he would have to move soon, but if he did, he didn't want to have creatures lunging at the speed of lightning being the end of him. The glowing purple that was quite obviously coming off of their bodies were far from good signs. His fights remained tightly packed as the scene moved on. 1. Water Wave [1]
ThunderBolt [1]
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Post by DC on May 3, 2015 9:09:20 GMT -5
Viktaal's blade would continue to darken, its pace starting to pick up as it was sucking in the light immediately around it1. As he continued to build things up with his gunblades, he couldn't help but notice how close the lightning seemed to be getting, slowly. That wasn't normal; lightning didn't strike like that, it didn't strike closer and closer unless the storm was moving, and Viktaal had already seen that the storm wasn't going anywhere. No, something was controlling that lightning. A small sigh would escape from his lips as he continued building up. He was going to leave a dirty trick, using his manacrystals to the best of his ability.
"One day, when I wind up getting into a relationship and eventually settling down, I feel like this will be a good story," he said with a small smile. It was half a joke—the thought only crossed his mind for a little bit, but he wasn't concerned in the slightest about his future. He wasn't concerned if he ever did settle down, he didn't care about that far ahead. He just knew he wanted to continue living on. He lived for the present, not the future.
Crack. It was official—the lightning was getting closer2. The possessed continued building, but the others noticed that the guard of their group was getting ready, and so they would each chime in with their charges, though their combined efforts seemed to strengthen each others'. If the bounty hunters had the ability to see what was going on, they likely wouldn't be too fond about it. What was happening was not very soothing.
With their combined efforts, a small series of lightning bolts would strike the creatures as all three of them started pouring their energy into it3 to fuel each other. When the lightning struck all of them, their bodies would come to life as electricity started continuously zipped along their bodies, their energy causing it to be powered by their combined charges. That was when they all started to growl, a secondary attack being simultaneously charged up4, and it was powered further by their electric charge. It was at this moment that the party would have no choice but to notice, if they hadn't already been tipped off by the lightning strikes.
1. (Viktaal) Gunblade: Energy Stacking[2]
2. (Guarding Feline) Extraplanar Lightning[1+]: Gained an advantage due to the three adding to its charge.
3. (Other three felines) Extraplanar Lightning[1+]x3: Used the first's charge to power their own.
4. (All four) Ripping Roar[1+]x4: The attack was charged by the lightning.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 4, 2015 0:16:04 GMT -5
Aylin's eyes narrowed as she watched the lightning. That was certainly not your everyday electricity, and she was filled with unease. She could faintly detect the flow of mana change around the beasts, although she couldn't see exactly what. She suspected it had something to do with the lightning, and she instinctively took a step back, her expression less cheerful than before. Those things were up to something, she was sure, but she didn't know what, which made her even more troubled. A quick glance at Viktaal and Oratus confirmed for her that they too sensed something was up, although she had to crack a smile at Viktaal's comment.
"I'm sure it would be quite the tale to tell," she said, returning her gaze to the purple glow.
The black symbol on the cases she held began to glint, almost shiny, reflecting the flash of the lightning faintly1. Once thrown they would break open of their own accord, although she could direct their trajectory to a certain extent. As for her left arm, a slight distortion appeared around it, a ripple effect if you will2. Unless they were watching, her companions would probably overlook the effect, especially with the downpour, but it slowly grew in size. She wanted to ensure that her target didn't make it out alive. They couldn't afford a misfire and the possibility of a counter attack.
1. Flechette Storm (Anti-Magic Enchantment) [2]
2. Spatial Rend [1]
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Post by HERO on May 5, 2015 12:18:01 GMT -5
Crack! That certainly signaled quite clearly that the beasts were all kinds of dangerous. So dangerous, in Oratus'es mind, that Oratus felt as though they should begin to start attacking immediately, and take it upon themselves to eliminate the threats before them before the threat eliminates them. How long could they manage to keep building and preparing before the beasts make the thunder strike them? An ear twitch towards his teammates. He had to struggle to pick their voices out from under the drum toll of the rain, constantly beating the earth and calling forth strikes of lightning still, lightning that seemed to be striking closer and causing the hairs on Oratus' body to stand from static electricity. A good story certainly. Definitely bound to be a good climax. Feeling the energetic charges in his arms, he felt his attack was ready in strength for taking down a great number of threats, and hopefully enough to take down the beasts before them. He figured his companions though would prefer to continue building for a bit longer, and so he too kept adding additional strength to his attack. He squinted his eyes to keep his vision centered on the glowing beasts. Viktaal could see what was going on better than he could, and Oratus did say he'd wait for him. If the danger wasn't of a grave threat level yet, he would probably know, and maybe that was why he wasn't launching his attack yet? Oratus felt as though time spent asking could be wasted if he could spend the time charging, so he put faith into his comrade and pronounced the next word. It happened to be the same for both spells. "Ter." 11. Water Wave [2] + Thunder Bolt [2] |
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Post by DC on May 7, 2015 7:16:05 GMT -5
Viktaal frowned. He was not at all happy with the sudden turn of events. "Not good," he muttered under his breath. No, he couldn't afford to sacrifice his charge, and he couldn't afford to wait. His options were thin, but they had to do something. Viktaal still didn't feel like walking out with casualties... if he walked out at all. No, they either noticed the party, or were tipped off and were now being careful. He was still putting energy into his right gunblade1 which was becoming still darker as time went on, seeming to lose its color, but with his left, he wrapped his index finger lightly around the trigger and tipped the blade so it pointed at where the glowing was coming from.
"Change in plans; they've spotted us," he said, knowing that it would provide a better reaction than if he said that they were "being careful". Then, Viktaal pulled the trigger and a manacrystal bullet launched itself from the barrel, rocketing towards the same creature that he had intended on striking with his more powerful shot later, and was completely invisible due to the intensity of the rain making a sort of "white-ish" shroud everywhere one would look. Not how he wanted to do it, but it would have to do. When it would shatter on the face of the feline that was originally charging the lightning, its focus would be disrupted and the thunder that was getting closer would suddenly stop2. Though Viktaal had no idea where on the body he had hit. He hoped it was somewhere important, though. One problem solved, though not completely so.
Though now, the wonder of Viktaal's manacrystal bullets would begin to manifest. With shards embedding both into the creature's face as well as splintering off to various places on the ground, the manacrystal shards would slowly start to expand towards each other3, and they were completely masked by the rain, completely undetectable on the physical scale.
The bullet dazed the creature even after it shattered. It couldn't pour anything into the attack it was building up. In fact, both attacks were disrupted since the bullet met with its face. This became a problem, because now it was behind its three other companions that were still building up both attacks.
The lightning striking the creatures was beginning to get faster in its rate4. The creatures were building up, and there would be no mistaking that they were now tipped off. That was when the fourth was blasted in the face by some unseen object. They still had no idea what was going on, so they backed up a couple of steps, their growling getting louder5. They were beginning to feel like they were being backed up into a corner, and with one of their comrades down and dazed, they were not at all sure of what to do.
Note: One of the four felines has been dazed for two turns.
1. (Right) Gunblade: Energy Stacking [3]
2. (Left) Gunblade: Manacrystal Bullet [QuickDraw]: The bullet had no charge in it; the gunblade now has eight shots left in it.
3. (Manacrystal) Self-Forming [0]
4. (Three felines) Extraplanar Lightning [2+]
5. (Three Felines) Ripping Roar [2+]
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 7, 2015 21:26:59 GMT -5
Aylin's only reponse to Viktaal's report that the beasts had spooted them was a short, "Well crap." She hesitated to attack, since her vision was obscured by the rain, but his action of shooting took care of that. Although she couldn't tell how hurt the beast, the fact that the lightning had stopped advancing was somewhat relieving. Now, however, the beasts surely knew they were being hunted, and caged animals are the most dangerous for the hunter.
Her attack was readied enough to be used, its scale now dependent on how much longer she had to charge1. She would prefer to get closer, since she couldn't guarantee her own accuracy due to the poor visibility, but wouldn't make a move that would possibly disrupt the other two's own attacks. The distortion around her arm made a faint humming sound, like the whine of gears creaking, but it could hardly be heard over the sound of the storm2. She squinted to try and get a better look at the actions of the beasts in order to gauge whether attacking was a good idea or not. Coordination was key.
1. Flechette Storm (Anti-Magic Enchantment) [3]
2. Spatial Rend [2]
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Post by HERO on May 9, 2015 7:48:01 GMT -5
"Damn," Oratus though to himself, clenching his fists tighter in deciding upon a quick plan of action. A new worry had dawned upon him, and it became troubling to imagine what might be the consequence of him trying to carry out one of his attacks. More specifically, his Thunder Bolt began to worry him, as the purple glow from the creatures, and the fact that lightning struck them upon command meant that they benefited from it most of the time. Having charged it so long without use would be a shame, and so his first plan would need to be modified, in the case that these creatures would normally swallow such strikes for dinner. New plan of action: Make the beasts choke on it. Bang! Viktaal's firearm went off, and although the visibility was terrible, Oratus squinted his eyes to possibly catch the recoiling of one of the beasts from movement in their glowing. He knew it was then time to set of his attack. He might have felt Aylin's further charging, and so she might not have been ready as the two of them were, but if that were the case, he would be perfectly willing to provide some defense so she could prepare her attack as well. Right now he HAD to take action against the beasts. Lowering his knees down, he opened his left palm, and swung it upwards, singing an almighty "Rah!" as light blue magical energy manifested in a surge out from him. This energy collapsed and thickened, generating would seem to be a powerful fast-moving swell of water that spawned some number of feet outward from him, rising up to about the height of his chin in a wave. The wall of water would seem to grow some too in height and width, as well as accelerate progressively during the crossing of the distance between the warlock's party and the glow of the purple beasts they were hunting, invocating the aid of precipitation and the resultant pooling on the ground. 1 In the short moment it took to blink and pull back his right arm, his lips pulled closer over his white teeth, and imagined someone like himself getting knocked out by the water attack alone if they weren't prepared. In this particular case though, even Viktaal himself said that the beasts were prepared, and so he would add some additional power to the attack by extending his right palm forward towards the wave a short moment after it would rush out of his range of vision. Another "Rah!" gave summon then to a powerful, yet jagged, beam of electrical energy that would travel out in the same direction as the wave. Picking up off of the electrons floating about in the air from the nearby thunder strikes, the blast would actually be brighter and travel faster than Oratus had planned.1 Should things go perfectly, he would've timed the attacks to strike the beasts one immediately after the other. The plan would be to smack the beasts with his powerful wall of water, and let it be followed by a great column of energy to provide more kinetic force to be transferred into the wave, and to bring about a current to send right through the beasts at the same time. The current he hoped, would come at a time when they couldn't pull in charge to store it, maybe forcing them to eject it, or be stun-locked by it in trying to hold it without letting go of it, like trying to swallow food immediately after receiving a chop to the Adam's apple.
There was a small feeling of weakness in the forearms of the warlock, but not so great as it may have been before. Those arms of his would be improving steadily further.
Once the strikes left Oratus' hands, he would also imagine the aftermath of the two attacks' collisions bringing about a great field of sparkling mist about them. Such an increase in humidity would be quite beautiful, Oratus would think, as it'd dampen electric currents as a vapor, but at the same time, electrons and magical energies from his bolt would still reside within. And so then the problem would lie in whether they would be able to benefit from the current passively, if it hit. It might not hit though, as these creatures were preparing for something...So hopefully it would hit, and if not, then hopefully the two attacks would at least still collide. He already knew how he could take advantage of what would follow either way, if the beasts weren't to make a counter-attack already, but if the beasts had anything disastrous up their sleeves, or could take advantage of what he did too, that might really throw his plans off.
So, I guess this fits well enough for a combo. Advantage of field effect, giving 0+ to his attacks after launching...
1. Thunder Bolt [2+] + Water Wave [3+] = Wall of Hurt & Electric Current [5+]: A powerful and swiftly moving wave of water initially at the height of Oratus' chin (and he's 5'11" for whatever that matters), would pick up in speed, height, width and volume after casting, as it would move towards the glow of the beasts. Oratus would aim for it to slam into the beasts at about the same time a column of electric and kinetic energy would slam into the center of the back of the wave, so that it may provide more force transferred into the water, and into the beasts immediately after the initial collision. Should the column slam into the back of the wave, the left over kinetic energy would also cause much of the wave to burst into the air as water vapor, condensing shortly after to create a humid mist that would dampen electrical currents, while holding electrons and magical energy that may be collected passively through movement.
Edit: Prep from last turn goes into the Water Wave, acknowledging charge limit.
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Post by DC on May 9, 2015 18:27:44 GMT -5
Viktaal looked over to Oratus as he had released the combined attack, smiling quietly to himself. He didn't distract himself from his charging the gunblade in his right hand1. Part one of two was almost ready, and this would be beneficial to the followup that would take place shortly thereafter2. Viktaal knew they were pressed for time, now, since the felines were surely tougher than just simple targets. He had hoped that Oratus' attack would slow them down, but something was tugging at his gut, signalling that the hope was not going to meet reality. Damn... "I'm almost ready to get myself going. Keep 'em busy!" As the lightning was striking the felines repetitively, it required him to start shouting louder. He'd have to give his throat a break, as he would surely lose his voice if he continued this.
When the wave of water would finally become noticeable by the felines, they didn't seem bothered by it. They worked like one mind, it seemed, each knowing how to benefit and work along with each other in complete harmony and so that they wouldn't be as feeble, they wouldn't so easily fall to a "divide and conquer" tactic. The water and electric blast was something short of a spectacular display of this synchronized mindset of the beasts. Maybe they were all possessed by the same entity? Then again, the party wouldn't know that, so guesses on this matter weren't even able to be formed. Maybe if they should find some sort of clues would they be able to speculate on the matter.
Two of the felines would sacrifice their lightning and roar charges, combining their attacks to create a blast powerful enough to vaporize the water itself as it discharged from their bodies3. Their combined effects were enough to do more than just vaporize the water like Oratus' followup attack had intended. But this proved fruitful for the felines, since their electricity would combine with the electricity of the blast Oratus had given. The results of this would be particularly beneficial. When the blast would be given free reign with the water gone, as the blast would be free to strike the creatures, the lightning that two of them had produced would have been reduced, but the leftover would be free to charge the beasts back up4.
As this would happen, the third feline would have been free to charge further, though it had poured its last bit of charging into its roar5 while maintaining its current charge on its lightning6. This one feline was ready to dismantle a single target, but it held, still not sure where it was supposed to strike. That was the advantage that the hunters had. They had given away their general position, but there was nothing demonstrating their specific location. And that was the disadvantage of the creatures. They were not able to fight multiple targets at once.1. (Right Gunblade) Gunblade: Energy Stacking [4]: The blade is now almost completely black, now looking like Viktaal was holding a shadow instead of a weapon.
2. (Manacrystal) Self Forming [1]
3. (Two Felines) Extraplanar Lightning [3+] + Roar [2+] x2: Both felines had individual charges of 3 for the lightning and two for the roar making their combined attack worth 10+, completely vaporizing the water without any issues.
4. (Same Two Felines) Aftereffect: Because their simultaneous combo attack, the grand total of their attack after the water would be 5, but the lightning itself produced that is left over would be recycled into the creatures with most of it lost, restoring their lightning charge to 1.
5. (One Feline) Ripping Roar [3+]
6. (Same Feline) Extraplanar Lightning [2+]
Note: The stunned feline now has 1 turn left of its being dazed.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on May 9, 2015 20:07:27 GMT -5
Aylin peered through the rain in the general direction of the beasts, watching to see the effect of Oratus's combined attack. The lightning she doubted would harm them, but perhaps the water would be more effective. The ease the felines repelled his attack, however, made her cringe with unease. They were powerful, to be certain, and stronger attacks would need to be used carefully if they wanted any chance at striking the felines. She wondered at how coordinated they were with each other, if they ended up double-teaming any of the three of them... She stopped thinking about that possibility.
Although the sound was obscured, she heard Viktaal's cry to keep the felines busy. Well, she could do that. From the general direction of the counterattack, she could estimate the location of the felines. Focus, she thought. Don't screw up your aim. Her eyes focused in on her target, calculating where she would need to strike. I wish I could guarantee my accuracy a bit more, but oh well, she complained to herself. The felines would be closer to being able to actually attack the party, so she couldn't waste any more time. If she could get her area of effect close to centered around the group, the more effective it would be.
With an exhale, she tossed the cases she had been holding into the air, before extending her left arm towards the felines. A distortion appeared around the white canvas before with a soft pop they vanished1. Moments later, they reappeared above and around the group of felines, breaking open and sending a storm of flechettes raining down on them. Her aim was slightly tilted, so possibly one of the felines would escape the area of effect. Although the flechettes themselves probably wouldn't harm the felines, once they made contact with the earth or any other matter, an anti-magic seal would activate, gleaming a faint blue. With its level of charge it could interrupt the current charges of the beasts, although probably not nullify them, and might even be able to disrupt the supernatural force controlling them, but only slightly2. Still, even a few seconds could change the tide of battle.
Her left arm trembled slightly, and she grimaced. Hopefully Viktaal had something up his sleeve, especially since Oratus and herself had just expended their charges. "Damn, I really don't want to die," she murmured, more to herself than anyone.
1. Flechette Storm (Anti-Magic Enchantment) [3+] + Spatial Rend [2+] = Rain of Pain [5+]: A rip in space would allow the flechettes to pelt the felines from slightly less than an omnidirectional attack, above and angled from the sides. The enchantment on them would hopefully interrupt at least some of their charges, although because Aylin's aim wasn't perfectly centered, at least one feline would be able to escape its effect. She hoped that maybe the enchantment would mess with the force controlling the beasts, although she didn't know for sure.
Oh and I apologize for the incredibly lame attack name xD It just kinda popped out because it rhymed, so, yep...
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Post by HERO on May 10, 2015 8:50:00 GMT -5
Well, wouldn't you know it, they combined efforts to reduce his water wave to nothing, scattering all the moisture too far to even create a recognizable mist, maybe making a second rainfall out of it. What's more, none of them looked particularly stunned, or hit with any kind of recoil, meaning they did absorb the electric energy within his bolt. Oratus' plan had backfired, but at least he had teammates to share the burden still. One of them he could hear was almost prepared with an attack, and by taking a moment to look at the other, he felt as though the chances of victory were looking alright. He just had to hope one of them gets their attack off without a combined defense like what destroyed Oratus' wave.
It was hard to hear Viktaal's cry, but he managed to hear it over the intense striking going on, and from the strength of the lightning, Oratus could almost swear it was getting easier for him to see. Almost.
Aylin was launching off her attack it seemed, and in observing her preparation, he felt like he should begin preparing himself. As she would throw the cases up, he also had a pulling sensation in his gut that he should try to give them a bit of a distraction too. In one motion he drew his pistol, rose it up, and clicked the button at it's side twice, giving the trigger a squeeze as soon as the barrel lined up with the one he figured to be glowing the brightest, one of the two that seemed to have the most lightning striking them at the moment.1 With a sharp crack the barrel would fire off a round across the dark abyss between them and the enemy, shining a light blue aura around it. With the short amount of time it took to fire, and the rain splashing everywhere, he knew he could've missed, but even in missing, he could hit the other one charging with his 10 milimeter round, or one of the ones that managed to stop his wave from hitting them.
His next motion was to clench up his left and pull it tight into his ribs, his cape falling around most of it. This one came with no chanting. Gathering energy in his slightly-weak feeling arm, he wanted to provide a means of defense for Viktaal or Aylin, and so he would switch to a defensive mindset.2
1. Frost Charge [Quickdraw]: A quickdraw-charge of endothermic aura that would carry itself on the bullet, and burst outward upon impact, sucking out thermal energy in nearby matter.
2. Ward Preparation [0]: Oratus began gathering the energy to produce a ward.
OOC: XD Mind didn't rhyme, for what that matters.
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Post by DC on May 10, 2015 10:57:48 GMT -5
The most powerful feline was ready to save the skins of the rest of its small, if you could call it one, pride—if one were to be familiar with the feline version of what a wolf pack is. But again, they were not at all singular creatures. This time, all three of the still-functional creatures responded. They were using a rather interesting tactic—defending with offense. When the flechette storm would begin, the strongest of the felines released its two attacks, letting loose a decent charge of its lightning but also letting out its roar, the roar repelling and shattering the flechettes as the lightning seemed to weaken them as it was released from the feline's body. But what put it into overkill wasn't that feline's efforts, but rather, the aid of the other two felines. They had also released their electric charges, making sure to completely overshadow the attack1. Their methods were strong, but they had a flaw, if one were to notice. They responded with massive, unfathomable attacks, however it completely blew their built-up power. Most times, it proved to be the undoing of whatever they were attacking, but the creatures had been put on the defensive since the very start. If Oratus, Aylin, or Viktaal would notice this tactic, they would know that the fight has suddenly gone into their favor. They were without any preparation now.
Viktaal was prepared. If one bothered to look at him, it would look like he was holding complete darkness, as if something equivalent to the "black" of space itself, but it was different in the "mechanics" of it. Rather than a lack of having things to reflect the light, creating the sense of darkness, it was actually a lack of light altogether. A complete absorption of the light around the blade. Viktaal hadn't much testing of his blade, so he wasn't sure how well the manacrystal spell circle tactic would work, but hopefully it would work well. Hopefully, it would save their skins, because as it looked right now they were not having much luck. He wasn't sure how they would respond to Oratus' bullet, or Aylin's obviously powerful attack, but considering how easily they stopped Oratus' previous attack...
Viktaal raised his right gunblade and pointed it at the center of the glowing masses. As long as he hit something, it would be okay. Boom2. The bullet would tear through the air and land on its target before anybody even realized that the fact that the bullet left the barrel. It hit at almost the exact same time that the sound went off, and the effect would have been fun to watch if the rain hadn't been in the way of the show. The bullet smashed itself hard into the same target that Oratus had fired at—the one that seemed to have the most power gathered. They couldn't afford to let that one especially go, because that was the strongest one. Conveniently enough, they were all grouped together, so Viktaal's attack would be nothing short of small-scale genius. Although the power was expended, he still considered the feline the "strongest charged" of the group, since it had been the only one to maintain its charge until that very last moment. The bullet would smash into the creature's face, and immediately upon contact, the bullet would shatter, just like the first. However, unlike the first, the spectacle that would follow would be the real sight.
When the bullet shattered, it sent its shards flinging everywhere, which meant that they all embedded deeply into the entire group. The feline that was hit would have the most and have them embedded the deepest, but the others were getting a couple as well. But the beauty was what followed. A good number of the shards would also hit the ground, and they would immediately expand and reach each other, forming a spell circle on the ground; a thin line of the diamond-like object, and then the circle would light up with a white energy. Because of the rain, this wasn't as visible, but as it was lit, the shards would then rapidly expand, tearing up the insides of each of the creatures, but then all of a sudden, they would suddenly burst, creating a frenzy of shards that flung to and fro, but had also completely shredded the torsos of each of the creatures. There would be shredded panther torso everywhere, but for the most part, their heads and rears would be intact, creating a rather morbid scene as organs and blood was everywhere. Over. Because the fight was visibly finished, especially since some of the blood splatter and organs would fling towards the group, the spell circle that had been forming itself would stop, though it would still be embedded into the ground in its current state3.1. (One Feline) + (Two Felines) Ripping Roar [3+] + Extraplanar Lightning [2+] + Extraplanar Lightning [1] + Extraplanar Lightning [1] = Extraplanar Obliteration [7+]
2. (Viktaal) Gunblades: Energy Stacking [5]: The shot was fired, and the manacrystal's spell circle effect from that bullet fired off, creating the destruction of all four creatures.
3. (Manacrystal) Self Forming [2]: Fight being over, it stopped charging itself.
The Results
Summary: Oratus' attack proved to weaken the strength of the possessed panthers' charges, weakening their ability to (still successfully) fend off Aylin's "Rain of Pain". Their charges having been completely exhausted, Viktaal scooped up the opportunity (due to the timing of their attacks, else Aylin's attack would have been the finisher) and ended the fight with his manacrystal's bullet's effect. Only their torsos, due to the creatures' sizes, were shredded, leaving their behinds (and tails) intact as well as the topmost part of their faces (except the feline that was directly shot).Rewards:- 4,000phi to Oratus, Aylin and Viktaal
- Fame earned: 10
- 1 Bag of Limitless Storage each
Bag of Limitless Storage: Epilogue When the tails would be brought back to the contractor, her jaw would practically drop to the floor. She didn't believe the creatures could actually be stopped by just the rag-tag party that was there, but the tails were proof enough. After their rewards had been collected, Viktaal would offer Oratus and Aylin a drink at a nearby tavern, smiling as he did. "On me," he said, hoping that would entice them. He wouldn't mind befriending these two, and they seemed to work well enough together to make it work. He was glad nobody died, or even got hurt. Two for two, Viktaal thought. He wondered just how far his luck would take him; eventually he would have to get hurt... It would take some time, but after enough of it had passed, Shystae returned to its normal activity, and merchants stopped quaking in their boots at the idea of traveling outside of a city or town. Most of them who had heard the story were a bit uneasy about traveling in open Shystae, but not enough to stop their businesses. After a little while, the threat would almost completely be forgotten about, excluding the families of those that were affected, and of course, the party of three.
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