Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
The Orsa of Terminus wish to claim twelve artifacts to release their imprisoned lord, known only as The Sealed One. The Patronus Guardians seek to keep these artifacts from the Sealed One and his generals.
Terminus is a meek seeming being, her stature while tall, not very strong. Large bone-like wings which look capable of stabbing into flesh and digging in. Short claws would also help to grip onto prey. It seems she is a scavenger, a bottom feeder, who's limbs are mostly used to grip at tender flesh to feed from it. Terminus is definitely physically suited to more sneaking and stealthy behaviour then frontal confrontations. She's also completely ethereal.
Terminus is a coward, and rightly so, but fierce when not fleeing or when cornered.
All of Terminus magic falls into three categories, then three targets.
Area of Effect - Hits a targetted area and all those within the radius
Multiple Target - Launches the spell for multiple targets
Bouncing - Hits one target and bounces on to more targets
Body - The physical form of the being
Mind - The brain and thoughts of the being
Soul - The soul of the being
Frost - Inflicts a sharp frost which hurts and slows the target
Poison - Inflicts a weakening poison which can induce dizziness, nauseau, vomiting, fainting and severe migraines
Fear - Causes the targets fear to be relived
Berserk - Target turns on the nearest person in a brutal attack
Drain Life - Drains life force of afflicted opponents
Mana Burn - Combusts mana, causing the target to 'burn' and lose some magic.
Selectively Corporal - Allows Terminus to selective choose parts to go corporal from their usual ethereal form, allowing them to bite, scratch and claw at targets through their armour.
Here she is
Here she is
Here she is
Terminus blinks, which seems like nothing, but their eye could be seen in the wall nearest to Windx. The small circle filtering through the narrow hole allowed her squishy optics to be seen in full view.
Terminus whips up the wall with unusual speed, evading the attack at it through the wall. The scratching of claws could be heard through the walls as she moves through the bar, looking for a potential meal.
Terminus creeps and crawls through the walls, sniffing the air. A scratching and skritching was audible in the floor as they took position beneath the feet of Apoptosis, eye glaring through a hole in the floor.
Terminus skitters away to cause trouble at a later date.
Scritch scratch comes the sound of claws from the floor beneath Shaden.
A scratching and clawing from beneath the floor progresses across the room towards Amy.
An eye would be visible behind the bar, glaring through a hole in the wall at Sophia Voth. A moment later and it would be gone.
Scratching would now come from the floor beneath Sophia Voth, followed by a 'tap tap - tap tap - tap tap'
'Tap - tap tap - tap tap tap - tap tap tap tap' The incessent tapping continued, increasing in number by one each time. Faint whispering came from the tapping but it was impossible to tell what was being said.
The tapping stalked after Sophia, along with the sound scratching and clawing, like something in the floor was grasping at the planks to squeeze through the gap beneath the boards.
The whispering continued, this time slightly louder, but always just quiet enough to not be properly heard. Now it was probably obvious actually words were being hissed from under the floor.
Terminus 's clawed hand reaches up for two legs of Sophia's stool and gives a tug, trying to off balance it so she'll fall over, before retreating back into the solid floor.
The clawing and scratching would grow louder now, as if something was trying to break through the floor right next to Sophia's head.
Terminus was about to provide a bit more then a distraction as she leapt from within the bar, wings and claws spread, flying straight for Sophia. But, unless there was magical interference, they would never connect, Terminus would likely pass straight through her and disappear once more into the floor.
Terminus decided it was time to eat, rising up silently through the floor behind Sophia, claw-tipped wings held fully spread, ready to clamp down like teeth at a moments notice. The only indication of their rise was almost excited breathing, two red irises glaring at the woman and drool dripping from the side of Terminus mouth.
And then the ear piercing shriek of excitement that emits from her mouth that would probably hurt the ears of everyone in the bar, made all the more disturbing by the positively gleeful smile on her face.
Terminus blinks a couple of times, before fangs are bared in a vicious hiss. The wings, if they could be called that, sharply move inwards, trying to clamp the sharp claws into Sophia's sides. Her arms reach for Sophia's shoulders, aiming only to grab onto her shoulders and release another horrendous shriek.
Terminus , being a scavenger in nature, was already showing apprehension at the lack of fear in their prey. But that could soon be fixed. "Fear," is hissed from her throat, a whisper of a word, magic pushing forward to try and bring forth Sophia's biggest fear. But unfortunately for Terminus, fears could be over come, and they were so much better at dealing with groups.
Terminus had feared this sort of backfire of a single target, which is why it was much much happier fighting multiple people. Relinquishing her grasp on Sophia, Terminus slips harmlessly through her, being innately ethereal with the option of being corporal, rather then the other way around as most had. Terminus decides to unleash hell. "Berserk," she croons, aimed at Sophia, but also attached to that was Danica.
If the spell struck Sophia, it'd bounce off and head for the next person in the chain. Berserk was rather nasty, driving someone into a mindless rage where they attacked the nearest person. It was useless in one on one combat, but in groups? Devastating.
Terminus cocks her head. She felt a bit tired now. Probably a good time too... She falls through the floor, technically retreating.
To those who wer listening closely a small scratching noise could be heard from beneath the bar floor.
The scratching persisted, but slightly louder.
Terminus turns his hulking frame to the new threat. Behind that burlap sack and the herculian strength was a mind smarter then what was shown. The gnolls seemed to be in charge of the new spell, which confused Orsa. They weren't allies he knew of. His fist clenches tightly.
At the nset of Doryn Soulscar appaearance, a scratching would likely be heard beneath his feet, as if something was buried in the floor.
Terminus suddenly rises through the floor, fangs bared and aimed for his face. Fortunately for Doryn, the wraith-woman was entirely ethereal and would pass straight through him even if she connected.
Terminus lands on the floor, apparently, aiming her hands for Doryn. "Bewmstick," she croons, claws flexing threateningly, eyes glaring. Despite this apparent dangerous display, she was a coward at heart.