Introduction
The Garden
The Garden is a massive world, designed around guilds, “Games” of all types and used to test the mundane to the greatest demons in creation. The Garden itself is a fantastical bright and fantasy-esque world akin to Wonderland and other High/Bright Fantasy worlds you can imagine…at least in some places. In others it more reflects a Post apocalyptic Fantasy land-scape, perhaps that in itself is a wonderland, especially if one is familiar with American McGee’s Wonderlandian world of psychological disturbtion (I just made a word…yes, yes I did). The latter places are where great battles have been conducted, or Demon Lords have forced Guilds into cruel Guild games of their own design.
There are Various City’s around the place but no small towns, and Guilds have either buildings, large tracts of lands or entire sections of The Garden that they call their own, some even reside in other dimensions. The Garden itself on a map would be a flat square shaped world, however it functions as if it were a globe when travelling along its length. The world is four times as large as that we know and so various quick and possibly even instant means of transportation are available…for a price.
Technology
Technology in the little garden is some-what tricky, Powers and Genetic Changes play a big a role in society and combat as Technology does and so the lines have begun to blur. Especially considering Technology and people from nearly every time period seem to be cultivating in The Garden without affecting any city or groups advantages over others. The Garden remains in a constant balance when it comes to Technology, that is not to say that there is not more advanced tech elsewhere or expensive and hard to access materials available to the highest bidder. It is more to say that a Guild or City’s standing is not ranked or even reliant on it.
The Story
The story itself will revolve around peoples OC’s and their guild, The Nameless. A guild that was wiped out by a Demon Lord and is only just beginning to rise again, they have very few people who can participate in the games and despite owning a large piece of The Garden they have barely any resources as the land itself has been turned barren and lifeless. All the rewards they earnt in previous games removed and stolen along with their banner and several members of higher rank.
The characters will hopefully come from all walks of life and various time-lines if they so choose and will be tasked with rising in the ranks and participating in Guild Games to regain the guilds status and earn rewards to rebuild the land-scape. However, at any time the characters may leave the original guild and join another that they think will suit them and their needs better, in fact doing so will help add some interesting plot points to the role-play.
The characters will of course begin from the bottom and will be relatively weak and new to their powers/weaponry of choice. In most cases at least, things will depend on what people ask about etc, I am planning to accept as many PM’s as people send and answer any questions people have about characters or anything they themselves wish to do in the RP.
The (Perhaps evil) Plan
Well, the plan is to make this an extremely long-lasting and expanding role-play. That eventually spans across various genre’s and across many re-incarnations / new role-plays within the same world and after the events of the previous. Hopefully starring the same or at least some of the original characters, at least as NPC’s but hopefully as advancing/ leading characters. Albeit new characters could join etc through out and if anyones character had died or left the party the role-player is free to re-join as another if they so choose.
Regardless, the plan is to create an extremely long lasting and evolving story in the same world, one that gets more complex and in depth as time goes on. One that has characters you become attached to and that creates a sense of awe as the world expands and changes drastically.
For post size I expect at least 2-3 paragraphs per post, far less for fights between two player characters for quick exchanges, and 4 paragraphs minimum for important or drastically influential posts.
Character Skeleton
[Personal Detail]
Name:
Age: (Relatively young for your race/species please, it helps to evolve characters more as time flows)
Place of Birth:
Personality: (Description of a paragraph or more please)
Appearance: (Description of a paragraph or more please. I'd also like a picture if you so please.)
Spoken Languages:
Theme Song: (Entirely optional, if you think a song may help sum up your character or hint to things in the future)
[Combat Section] (Try not to just fill this section up with whatever so you can have one in every slot, think about your character deeply. and remove stuff you don't need for them.)
Weapons:
Powers:
Technology:
Skills:
Proficiency:
[Back-story]
Father:
Mother:
Connections and Affiliations:
History prior to The Garden:
Feel free to add or remove and make this look far better then it does, this is a straight up out-line of what I would like for you to have on your CS and I do some-what expect more variety and changes to be made however its fine to just stick with this as well.
The Garden is a massive world, designed around guilds, “Games” of all types and used to test the mundane to the greatest demons in creation. The Garden itself is a fantastical bright and fantasy-esque world akin to Wonderland and other High/Bright Fantasy worlds you can imagine…at least in some places. In others it more reflects a Post apocalyptic Fantasy land-scape, perhaps that in itself is a wonderland, especially if one is familiar with American McGee’s Wonderlandian world of psychological disturbtion (I just made a word…yes, yes I did). The latter places are where great battles have been conducted, or Demon Lords have forced Guilds into cruel Guild games of their own design.
There are Various City’s around the place but no small towns, and Guilds have either buildings, large tracts of lands or entire sections of The Garden that they call their own, some even reside in other dimensions. The Garden itself on a map would be a flat square shaped world, however it functions as if it were a globe when travelling along its length. The world is four times as large as that we know and so various quick and possibly even instant means of transportation are available…for a price.
Technology
Technology in the little garden is some-what tricky, Powers and Genetic Changes play a big a role in society and combat as Technology does and so the lines have begun to blur. Especially considering Technology and people from nearly every time period seem to be cultivating in The Garden without affecting any city or groups advantages over others. The Garden remains in a constant balance when it comes to Technology, that is not to say that there is not more advanced tech elsewhere or expensive and hard to access materials available to the highest bidder. It is more to say that a Guild or City’s standing is not ranked or even reliant on it.
The Story
The story itself will revolve around peoples OC’s and their guild, The Nameless. A guild that was wiped out by a Demon Lord and is only just beginning to rise again, they have very few people who can participate in the games and despite owning a large piece of The Garden they have barely any resources as the land itself has been turned barren and lifeless. All the rewards they earnt in previous games removed and stolen along with their banner and several members of higher rank.
The characters will hopefully come from all walks of life and various time-lines if they so choose and will be tasked with rising in the ranks and participating in Guild Games to regain the guilds status and earn rewards to rebuild the land-scape. However, at any time the characters may leave the original guild and join another that they think will suit them and their needs better, in fact doing so will help add some interesting plot points to the role-play.
The characters will of course begin from the bottom and will be relatively weak and new to their powers/weaponry of choice. In most cases at least, things will depend on what people ask about etc, I am planning to accept as many PM’s as people send and answer any questions people have about characters or anything they themselves wish to do in the RP.
The (Perhaps evil) Plan
Well, the plan is to make this an extremely long-lasting and expanding role-play. That eventually spans across various genre’s and across many re-incarnations / new role-plays within the same world and after the events of the previous. Hopefully starring the same or at least some of the original characters, at least as NPC’s but hopefully as advancing/ leading characters. Albeit new characters could join etc through out and if anyones character had died or left the party the role-player is free to re-join as another if they so choose.
Regardless, the plan is to create an extremely long lasting and evolving story in the same world, one that gets more complex and in depth as time goes on. One that has characters you become attached to and that creates a sense of awe as the world expands and changes drastically.
For post size I expect at least 2-3 paragraphs per post, far less for fights between two player characters for quick exchanges, and 4 paragraphs minimum for important or drastically influential posts.
Character Skeleton
[Personal Detail]
Name:
Age: (Relatively young for your race/species please, it helps to evolve characters more as time flows)
Place of Birth:
Personality: (Description of a paragraph or more please)
Appearance: (Description of a paragraph or more please. I'd also like a picture if you so please.)
Spoken Languages:
Theme Song: (Entirely optional, if you think a song may help sum up your character or hint to things in the future)
[Combat Section] (Try not to just fill this section up with whatever so you can have one in every slot, think about your character deeply. and remove stuff you don't need for them.)
Weapons:
Powers:
Technology:
Skills:
Proficiency:
[Back-story]
Father:
Mother:
Connections and Affiliations:
History prior to The Garden:
Feel free to add or remove and make this look far better then it does, this is a straight up out-line of what I would like for you to have on your CS and I do some-what expect more variety and changes to be made however its fine to just stick with this as well.
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Myon was slightly tired from carrying her Mistress's heavy swords while following her savior. After placing them next to her body, she drew her own ghostly versions of the swords.
"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"
With that being said Myon immediately got in the way between Pravus and the husk. Crossing her swords so that the blade of the husk lands between it. Normally she would have fallen when the impact struck but she'd rather die than let somebody die for her, as would her Mistress.
Quickly thinking and acting, she had her arms pass through each other whitch caused the blades to make the same movement. In turn, this shattered the husk's weapon rendering it useless. Using the one thing she was good at, she fired a blast of spiritual energy directly into the husks face.
The miraculous thing was, the husk didn't fall to the ground dead but instead became engulfed in light and simply faded away. It looked almost happy as it did so. Myon knew why, and she suspected the warrior did as well. Myon had freed this husk in particular from the darkness within it by use of overwhelming light. Without darkness to sustain it's body the husk became light and faded away as it's existence became null in history itself.
"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"
"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"
With that being said Myon immediately got in the way between Pravus and the husk. Crossing her swords so that the blade of the husk lands between it. Normally she would have fallen when the impact struck but she'd rather die than let somebody die for her, as would her Mistress.
Quickly thinking and acting, she had her arms pass through each other whitch caused the blades to make the same movement. In turn, this shattered the husk's weapon rendering it useless. Using the one thing she was good at, she fired a blast of spiritual energy directly into the husks face.
The miraculous thing was, the husk didn't fall to the ground dead but instead became engulfed in light and simply faded away. It looked almost happy as it did so. Myon knew why, and she suspected the warrior did as well. Myon had freed this husk in particular from the darkness within it by use of overwhelming light. Without darkness to sustain it's body the husk became light and faded away as it's existence became null in history itself.
"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"
The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden
It's just a game, isn't it?
Sparks flew between the two weapons, and a moment later, they broke contact. Their wielders spun away from for a split second before promptly rushing back at each other, the silver sword with a faintly red glow swinging down fiercely against the spear wrapped with green ribbons. But though the spear was thrown to the side, the sword had not reached its target.
They say we'll be able to return to our old lives if we "die". We can just back out if we want, but if we win against everyone else, we can get nice things. So it's just like a game.
The spear flew back and jabbed at the holder of the sword, who threw himself left and right repeatedly to avoid each attack before sweeping at his adversary's feet with his own foot. As the lancer let out a cry and stumbled, the boy with the sword lunged once again.
But I will never accept that. I can't...we can't go back. Not to Avalon, that barren wasteland full of killers.
The lancer ducked underneath the sword, but it still grazed her shoulder. With a wince and a triumphant laugh, she threw her hand at the boy, trying to get in one powerful hit with her fist--but to her surprise, he caught the fist in midair with his left hand and rammed his left shoulder hard into her. As she went flying back, he raised his sword one more time. And then, the faint red glow began to grow brighter, before the sword itself had suddenly burst into flame...
Therefore, even if this is a game, we are not just playing it.
A moment later, the flames died away, while the lancer mysteriously disappeared behind him. Niko Neventelde, feeling a short moment of relief, sheathed his sword and sighed, dusting himself off. "Second opponent down," he muttered. "I'd best see how Irina's doing...eh, not that I'm supposed to be helping her, right? Plus she probably doesn't want my help anyway." Nevertheless, he decided to go look for his sister, even though...actually, maybe partially because it would annoy her.
Suddenly, the labyrinth he had been in suddenly disappeared, and everyone was being told to return to their original worlds. "Are you kidding me?!" Niko roared, enraged and dismayed by this turn of events. No way was he going back...ugh, and Irina probably hadn't either. So he started running in the direction of the army that had mysteriously spawned outside the labyrinth earlier...
Sparks flew between the two weapons, and a moment later, they broke contact. Their wielders spun away from for a split second before promptly rushing back at each other, the silver sword with a faintly red glow swinging down fiercely against the spear wrapped with green ribbons. But though the spear was thrown to the side, the sword had not reached its target.
They say we'll be able to return to our old lives if we "die". We can just back out if we want, but if we win against everyone else, we can get nice things. So it's just like a game.
The spear flew back and jabbed at the holder of the sword, who threw himself left and right repeatedly to avoid each attack before sweeping at his adversary's feet with his own foot. As the lancer let out a cry and stumbled, the boy with the sword lunged once again.
But I will never accept that. I can't...we can't go back. Not to Avalon, that barren wasteland full of killers.
The lancer ducked underneath the sword, but it still grazed her shoulder. With a wince and a triumphant laugh, she threw her hand at the boy, trying to get in one powerful hit with her fist--but to her surprise, he caught the fist in midair with his left hand and rammed his left shoulder hard into her. As she went flying back, he raised his sword one more time. And then, the faint red glow began to grow brighter, before the sword itself had suddenly burst into flame...
Therefore, even if this is a game, we are not just playing it.
A moment later, the flames died away, while the lancer mysteriously disappeared behind him. Niko Neventelde, feeling a short moment of relief, sheathed his sword and sighed, dusting himself off. "Second opponent down," he muttered. "I'd best see how Irina's doing...eh, not that I'm supposed to be helping her, right? Plus she probably doesn't want my help anyway." Nevertheless, he decided to go look for his sister, even though...actually, maybe partially because it would annoy her.
Suddenly, the labyrinth he had been in suddenly disappeared, and everyone was being told to return to their original worlds. "Are you kidding me?!" Niko roared, enraged and dismayed by this turn of events. No way was he going back...ugh, and Irina probably hadn't either. So he started running in the direction of the army that had mysteriously spawned outside the labyrinth earlier...
what the hell is going on, im in a battle but everything is it doesnt make sense im not sure whats happening, im scared, this is wrong i thought it was going to be an easy fight, just some blind teenager but why am i seeing these things why am i so confused i was about to charge and knock her out in a single hit but then this is happening and its everythings blending together in the wrongest ways its not even possible im seeing my worst memories, my mother being killed in front of me all the blood and the gore and the screaming and fear and i dont know i have no idea all the fire and the corpses when i first started up whats happening im not supposed to be seing these things right now not in a fight im supposed to win for my guild arent i snap out of it i have no idea please stop make it stop
Irina cackled. Pressing the small remote-like machine in her hand, she heard the audible click that more or less showed her the layout of the entire arena - and most importantly, the position of her opponent. This was really easy - and perhaps even idiotic on the opponent's fault. Really, when fighting against someone with curses, you don't just go and announce yourself all "I'm Aeris Meringue! Let's have a good match!" Because all you need for curses is the name of your target. Everything after that is more or less intuitive, is it not? Aeris had begun the match by thrusting forward with her warhammer - but Irina was more or less prepared for a direct attack like that and simply muttered a quick Hallucination Curse to confuse Aeris, and then after quickly dodging out of the way and making sure she was out of reach, she added a Fear Curse into the mix. Currently, Aeris was stumbling about, rambling incessantly about nonsense, almost as if she completely forgot she was in a match.
Technically Irina could win this already. But this was far too fun to simply end right now. It was rare when she felt so... powerful, so in control. And she ruled Aeris' psyche in it's totality right now, and there wasn't anything the warrior could do about it. Luckily, she had a low resistance for curses. The young girl got the oddest pleasure in knowing Aeris was utterly incapacitated due to fear. And as she could aptly hear from some of the spectators - it was really unexpected. The favors were really in Aeris' favor in the beginning - what could a blind girl do in a fight? Well... now they knew. A faint feeling or pride arose in her.
Aeris seemed to be the proud, confident type. Almost haughty, one could say. Bad traumatic memories - somehow involving her mother, but who can say? Most likely her mother died, and she didn't have a father to begin with. Irina shrugged lazily. Discerning her victim's personalities was a particularly entertaining part of the game, regardless of accuracy. It was simply fun. Irina focused her gaze on what she assumed to be Aeris's face, almost in a calculating, scrutinizing way, clearly enjoying this a little too much. Aeris also seems to be the type that's easy to trust others, even if it's stupid. It was hard for Irina to resist scoffing at this one. Trusting and relying on others is stupid. You either make it on your own strength, or you fall and die. Like you deserve.
Okay, this was getting a little old now - time to end the match. Using more clicks from her tongue and the remote clicker in her hand, Irina confirmed Aeris's location and charged up her dark magic in her hands, before having it explode out in shadowy tendrils, wrapping around Aeris and snaking around her throat, lifting her into the air. Aeris let out a weak cry as she struggled, but to no avail - the tendril then tightened and knocked the warrior into the wall a few times for added injury. Once the struggling ceased, Irina released the tendril, and quickly dispelled the curses - her opponent choked into unconsciousness.
Way too easy, she thought.
After the fight, as Irina was relaxing in a seat, she heard the familiar footsteps of Niko over the din of the crowd. Perhaps to congratulate her for the win? How... irritating. she didn't need him. A scowl splayed across her face as her brother approached. She really didn't want to listen to more of his insults and snarky abuse - it was exhausting. She wanted to be entering her second match on a good note, after all. But now, chances of that seemed to be ruined.
Great.
"I won." Irina yawned in boredom. "Way too easy. Fun though. What the hell do you want?" She was half a mind to simply leave to try and find peace and relative quiet, but in the end decided to stay seated. "Gonna bitch about how long I took? Or maybe brag about your wins? Whatever, Niko. I don't give a shit."
"Should just curse you and be done with it." The rebel muttered darkly.
Irina cackled. Pressing the small remote-like machine in her hand, she heard the audible click that more or less showed her the layout of the entire arena - and most importantly, the position of her opponent. This was really easy - and perhaps even idiotic on the opponent's fault. Really, when fighting against someone with curses, you don't just go and announce yourself all "I'm Aeris Meringue! Let's have a good match!" Because all you need for curses is the name of your target. Everything after that is more or less intuitive, is it not? Aeris had begun the match by thrusting forward with her warhammer - but Irina was more or less prepared for a direct attack like that and simply muttered a quick Hallucination Curse to confuse Aeris, and then after quickly dodging out of the way and making sure she was out of reach, she added a Fear Curse into the mix. Currently, Aeris was stumbling about, rambling incessantly about nonsense, almost as if she completely forgot she was in a match.
Technically Irina could win this already. But this was far too fun to simply end right now. It was rare when she felt so... powerful, so in control. And she ruled Aeris' psyche in it's totality right now, and there wasn't anything the warrior could do about it. Luckily, she had a low resistance for curses. The young girl got the oddest pleasure in knowing Aeris was utterly incapacitated due to fear. And as she could aptly hear from some of the spectators - it was really unexpected. The favors were really in Aeris' favor in the beginning - what could a blind girl do in a fight? Well... now they knew. A faint feeling or pride arose in her.
Aeris seemed to be the proud, confident type. Almost haughty, one could say. Bad traumatic memories - somehow involving her mother, but who can say? Most likely her mother died, and she didn't have a father to begin with. Irina shrugged lazily. Discerning her victim's personalities was a particularly entertaining part of the game, regardless of accuracy. It was simply fun. Irina focused her gaze on what she assumed to be Aeris's face, almost in a calculating, scrutinizing way, clearly enjoying this a little too much. Aeris also seems to be the type that's easy to trust others, even if it's stupid. It was hard for Irina to resist scoffing at this one. Trusting and relying on others is stupid. You either make it on your own strength, or you fall and die. Like you deserve.
Okay, this was getting a little old now - time to end the match. Using more clicks from her tongue and the remote clicker in her hand, Irina confirmed Aeris's location and charged up her dark magic in her hands, before having it explode out in shadowy tendrils, wrapping around Aeris and snaking around her throat, lifting her into the air. Aeris let out a weak cry as she struggled, but to no avail - the tendril then tightened and knocked the warrior into the wall a few times for added injury. Once the struggling ceased, Irina released the tendril, and quickly dispelled the curses - her opponent choked into unconsciousness.
Way too easy, she thought.
After the fight, as Irina was relaxing in a seat, she heard the familiar footsteps of Niko over the din of the crowd. Perhaps to congratulate her for the win? How... irritating. she didn't need him. A scowl splayed across her face as her brother approached. She really didn't want to listen to more of his insults and snarky abuse - it was exhausting. She wanted to be entering her second match on a good note, after all. But now, chances of that seemed to be ruined.
Great.
"I won." Irina yawned in boredom. "Way too easy. Fun though. What the hell do you want?" She was half a mind to simply leave to try and find peace and relative quiet, but in the end decided to stay seated. "Gonna bitch about how long I took? Or maybe brag about your wins? Whatever, Niko. I don't give a shit."
"Should just curse you and be done with it." The rebel muttered darkly.
The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland
As Niko hurried from the former site of the labyrinth to the battle that was taking place between The Nameless and the shadow creatures, his eyes picked upon a scowling girl with black hair whose body, while well-toned, was much smaller than his own. Well, looks like I found her anyway, he thought. Well, what could she do against those dark creatures, though...?
"I won," his sister yawned as he approached, having already heard him from quite a distance away. "Way too easy. Fun though. What the hell do you want? Gonna bitch about how long I took? Or maybe brag about your wins? Whatever, Niko. I don't give a shit." Turning away, she muttered in a much darker and quieter voice, "Should just curse you and be done with it."
And of course, the Neventelde siblings' interactions were as terrible as ever. "Well, congratulations on your win. I'm sure they'll figure out very quickly whose side they want you on with those curses," Niko commented with a not-very-genuine smile. Seriously, he hated those curses...especially because of who taught them to her. "As for how things were going on my end, I defeated two people in the labyrinth. And I didn't exactly have as much fun as you did..." A bitter edge entered his voice. "It's not very enjoyable when you consider what happens if we lose."
Now to business. Smile fading, Niko pointed in the direction of the shadow beasts. "And speaking of your curses, why don't you save it for these guys who ruined this event?" Suddenly, he had a fun thought and put on an arrogant voice. "Ah well, if you're not up to it, you can just hide in a corner; let The Nameless, anyone who decided to stay, and me handle these moots."
Turning on his heel, he ran back towards the battle, drawing his sword and leaping over the chairs in front of him with ease, a giant smirk on his face. With that kind of insult thrown upon her, there was no way Irina wouldn't try to prove him wrong. In the meantime, he rushed into the fray, and with a shout, leapt upon the hulking monsters and threw his hands out to the side. And then, flames immediately kindled directly upon the ones beneath him, just as he swung his own flaming sword at the nightmares.
But it was best to keep moving and devastate them in as many areas as possible, wasn't it? Kicking off the face of one of the burning horrors, Niko surrounded himself in fire and ran through their ranks, slashing with wild moves and a wild grin. Everywhere he went, flames raged, burning away at the horrors without mercy. Maybe Irina was right about...this COULD actually be fun.
However, he suddenly noticed someone up ahead--a man in a brown cloak, holding a girl with silver hair who seemed to be unable to fight. Normal people. Allies...sort of anyway. Frantically, Niko quickly extinguished his flaming aura and pushed his heel hard against the ground, stopping himself before he could barrel into the two. "Better move quickly if you wanna not die," he called over his shoulder, turning away. "Carrying someone else is only begging for them to rearrange your face!" As if on cue, two of the monsters lunged at the man, but he managed to defeat them...with a shovel?! Either way, he was able to get the unconscious girl to a lady in far-too-elegant robes...guess that matter was solved, then.
Well, with the man in the cloak just standing there, and the woman was...working some kind of healing magic, it seemed, Niko figured they probably would need defending...what an annoyance. "I'll be taking care of these guys for you!" he shouted to the group, turning on his heel towards the nightmarish monsters. Flames gathered to cover the entire length of his left forearm, which was raising as though he'd make a punch with it. "Don't start complaining if things get a bit more heated here!"
"I won," his sister yawned as he approached, having already heard him from quite a distance away. "Way too easy. Fun though. What the hell do you want? Gonna bitch about how long I took? Or maybe brag about your wins? Whatever, Niko. I don't give a shit." Turning away, she muttered in a much darker and quieter voice, "Should just curse you and be done with it."
And of course, the Neventelde siblings' interactions were as terrible as ever. "Well, congratulations on your win. I'm sure they'll figure out very quickly whose side they want you on with those curses," Niko commented with a not-very-genuine smile. Seriously, he hated those curses...especially because of who taught them to her. "As for how things were going on my end, I defeated two people in the labyrinth. And I didn't exactly have as much fun as you did..." A bitter edge entered his voice. "It's not very enjoyable when you consider what happens if we lose."
Now to business. Smile fading, Niko pointed in the direction of the shadow beasts. "And speaking of your curses, why don't you save it for these guys who ruined this event?" Suddenly, he had a fun thought and put on an arrogant voice. "Ah well, if you're not up to it, you can just hide in a corner; let The Nameless, anyone who decided to stay, and me handle these moots."
Turning on his heel, he ran back towards the battle, drawing his sword and leaping over the chairs in front of him with ease, a giant smirk on his face. With that kind of insult thrown upon her, there was no way Irina wouldn't try to prove him wrong. In the meantime, he rushed into the fray, and with a shout, leapt upon the hulking monsters and threw his hands out to the side. And then, flames immediately kindled directly upon the ones beneath him, just as he swung his own flaming sword at the nightmares.
But it was best to keep moving and devastate them in as many areas as possible, wasn't it? Kicking off the face of one of the burning horrors, Niko surrounded himself in fire and ran through their ranks, slashing with wild moves and a wild grin. Everywhere he went, flames raged, burning away at the horrors without mercy. Maybe Irina was right about...this COULD actually be fun.
However, he suddenly noticed someone up ahead--a man in a brown cloak, holding a girl with silver hair who seemed to be unable to fight. Normal people. Allies...sort of anyway. Frantically, Niko quickly extinguished his flaming aura and pushed his heel hard against the ground, stopping himself before he could barrel into the two. "Better move quickly if you wanna not die," he called over his shoulder, turning away. "Carrying someone else is only begging for them to rearrange your face!" As if on cue, two of the monsters lunged at the man, but he managed to defeat them...with a shovel?! Either way, he was able to get the unconscious girl to a lady in far-too-elegant robes...guess that matter was solved, then.
Well, with the man in the cloak just standing there, and the woman was...working some kind of healing magic, it seemed, Niko figured they probably would need defending...what an annoyance. "I'll be taking care of these guys for you!" he shouted to the group, turning on his heel towards the nightmarish monsters. Flames gathered to cover the entire length of his left forearm, which was raising as though he'd make a punch with it. "Don't start complaining if things get a bit more heated here!"
Well, that was a conundrum. The monster things that were screwing shit up were really... troublesome. For instance, she didn't know their names at all. And that really was fucking annoying - what could she really do, in terms of curses? Sure, the others were her allies, but - well, it was such a hassle. And it probably wouldn't merit as much fun as tormenting Aeris into nigh insanity had. She focused at a point where she assumed her brother was as he replied to her words in typical fashion.
"Well, congratulations on your win. I'm sure they'll figure out very quickly whose side they want you on with those curses," While the words were nice - the tone was most evidently not. Irina stifled a mocking yawn, really not in the mood for his veiled insults. "As for how things were going on my end, I defeated two people in the labyrinth. And I didn't exactly have as much fun as you did... It's not very enjoyable when you consider what happens if we lose."
That in itself was... actually a good point. Possibly the one thing the siblings had in common was their mutual hatred of their home - the wasteland named Avalon. The roving bandits, everywhere. Incessant heat. Miran.... all in all, there was nothing good to be said about the damn place. Irina gave an involuntary shiver when she remembered what had happened - and the event that proved that she didn't need anyone else. That she couldn't trust anyone else. It haunted at her nonstop, and yet there was nothing to really be done about it. While she could never see - for some reason, nightmares of the event were in full clarity. How idiotically spiteful. And yet she still shamelessly uses the curses she learned from Miran... but they're a powerful weapon. Why not take advantage of it? Still. The only thing she could agree with Niko on was that there's no way that they'd ever return to Avalon. Death was preferable, and death would be the solution if they had no other choice.
"And speaking of your curses, why don't you save it for these guys who ruined this event?" Hadn't this already been covered earlier? She needed the actual names in order to - fuck it, Niko didn't need to know how curses worked. All that mattered was that she knew how they worked. Her scowl deepened, though, and from the inflection in his voice she could sense some more cruel sarcasm about to be hurled her way."Ah well, if you're not up to it, you can just hide in a corner; let The Nameless, anyone who decided to stay, and me handle these mooks."
All rationality exited Irina's mind as she immediately stood up, fuming. This was fucking ridiculous. What, did Niko think she couldn't fight? That she was some weak vulnerable female that had to be protected? Hadn't she proven to him that she was probably a more proficient fighter than he was, even without sight? That was it, this was fucking it. She'd fight, whatever. Might as well, too. Idiot brother. Stupid brother.
"Fuck off." Irina spat angrily. "I'll kill more than you can even count!"
Her brother then sped off, wreaking destruction in the form of flames. Irina used her clicker to quickly get an image of the area, and swung her whip at one of the flagpoles - wrapping around it and pulled, allowing her to be used almost as a slingshot towards the strange monsters. The speed was exhilarating - it was a shame she couldn't attain speed simply by running or jumping, but alas - and it brought her into the fray, and she sent another click with her remote system, before sending a rapid flurry of cracks and slashes of her dagger-on-whip, a medium-range force of violence. Irina's face bore an almost crazed expression as she fought - as it almost always did.
"I'll be taking care of these guys for you!" Her brother cried, and Irina sported a wry smile. Oh, Niko, ever the hero. Idiot.
Fighting too near others gave Irina a strange, uncomfortable feeling. She vastly preferred to be alone in a battle. And thus, she summoned a shadow tendril to attach to one of the monsters in order for her to swing herself at it, before driving the blade through it's skull with a veritable slice. Irina raised her arms to roughly head height, before letting out a bit of a cry, and using enough force to have her body buckle over in half, almost as if in pain, and a shockwave of dark energy pulsated around her, shredding some monsters, and pushing away the rest, in a wide radius around her, allowing her to set up her passive darkness field to alert her of magical attacks heading her way.
Okay, this was actually pretty fun.
"Well, congratulations on your win. I'm sure they'll figure out very quickly whose side they want you on with those curses," While the words were nice - the tone was most evidently not. Irina stifled a mocking yawn, really not in the mood for his veiled insults. "As for how things were going on my end, I defeated two people in the labyrinth. And I didn't exactly have as much fun as you did... It's not very enjoyable when you consider what happens if we lose."
That in itself was... actually a good point. Possibly the one thing the siblings had in common was their mutual hatred of their home - the wasteland named Avalon. The roving bandits, everywhere. Incessant heat. Miran.... all in all, there was nothing good to be said about the damn place. Irina gave an involuntary shiver when she remembered what had happened - and the event that proved that she didn't need anyone else. That she couldn't trust anyone else. It haunted at her nonstop, and yet there was nothing to really be done about it. While she could never see - for some reason, nightmares of the event were in full clarity. How idiotically spiteful. And yet she still shamelessly uses the curses she learned from Miran... but they're a powerful weapon. Why not take advantage of it? Still. The only thing she could agree with Niko on was that there's no way that they'd ever return to Avalon. Death was preferable, and death would be the solution if they had no other choice.
"And speaking of your curses, why don't you save it for these guys who ruined this event?" Hadn't this already been covered earlier? She needed the actual names in order to - fuck it, Niko didn't need to know how curses worked. All that mattered was that she knew how they worked. Her scowl deepened, though, and from the inflection in his voice she could sense some more cruel sarcasm about to be hurled her way."Ah well, if you're not up to it, you can just hide in a corner; let The Nameless, anyone who decided to stay, and me handle these mooks."
All rationality exited Irina's mind as she immediately stood up, fuming. This was fucking ridiculous. What, did Niko think she couldn't fight? That she was some weak vulnerable female that had to be protected? Hadn't she proven to him that she was probably a more proficient fighter than he was, even without sight? That was it, this was fucking it. She'd fight, whatever. Might as well, too. Idiot brother. Stupid brother.
"Fuck off." Irina spat angrily. "I'll kill more than you can even count!"
Her brother then sped off, wreaking destruction in the form of flames. Irina used her clicker to quickly get an image of the area, and swung her whip at one of the flagpoles - wrapping around it and pulled, allowing her to be used almost as a slingshot towards the strange monsters. The speed was exhilarating - it was a shame she couldn't attain speed simply by running or jumping, but alas - and it brought her into the fray, and she sent another click with her remote system, before sending a rapid flurry of cracks and slashes of her dagger-on-whip, a medium-range force of violence. Irina's face bore an almost crazed expression as she fought - as it almost always did.
"I'll be taking care of these guys for you!" Her brother cried, and Irina sported a wry smile. Oh, Niko, ever the hero. Idiot.
Fighting too near others gave Irina a strange, uncomfortable feeling. She vastly preferred to be alone in a battle. And thus, she summoned a shadow tendril to attach to one of the monsters in order for her to swing herself at it, before driving the blade through it's skull with a veritable slice. Irina raised her arms to roughly head height, before letting out a bit of a cry, and using enough force to have her body buckle over in half, almost as if in pain, and a shockwave of dark energy pulsated around her, shredding some monsters, and pushing away the rest, in a wide radius around her, allowing her to set up her passive darkness field to alert her of magical attacks heading her way.
Okay, this was actually pretty fun.
Apex sighed heavily as he watched the display of force, the defense and the attack, the lack of real progress in their assault and the increase of recruits staying behind to help the lost cause. It would be disappointing indeed if they arrived to find themselves the last remaining force to fight off The Nameless whom were rumored to be so weak, he would not allow such embarrassment.
He raised an open paw into the air and simply clenched it before pumping it forward, a single finger extended. Their wasn't even any recognition or re-action. Nothing seemed to change at all, except now only six members of the group were heading towards the battle, a collective shiver ran through the others however and Apex began to smile and whistled once in a long low tune.
Things were indeed going to be fun.
An Armored being dashed across the battlefield, undetectable by nearly all means unless ones eyes were attuned to seeing things whiz past at the speed of light, he made no indent not a single trace of his being making itself known. That was however until The Black Rabbit looked to her left, her ears twitching as a spray of blood drenched her clothing and her face, interrupting the supporting fire and small flashes of lightning she'd been placing around the field. The cloth covered man who had been banishing those undead who got to close nothing but a contorted mess of bones and blood meshed in with the light coloured clothing that had adorned him. She barely had time to bring her spear across in a block as a metal fist clashed with the golden weapon, the agent of the garden pressed back with all the force she had, with everything that could be lent to her as her own eyes stared into the glowing pools of her opponent.
A singular whir sounded and high pressure steam rushed out from the joint in her opponents elbow and before she could react, her eyes widening in shock, The Black Rabbit was launched across the battle field. Her body bouncing and grinding a long the ground until her twisted spine collided with one of the far off ice spires with a sickening thwack and an echoing crash that even made Pestel jump and groan mid-dance. The Black Rabbit lay collapsed in a heap, chunks of ice piled on top of her and several shards sticking out of gaping wound, her arms contorted in unnatural ways and her spear embedded in the ground not far off from her original point.
Aizen roared in anger and flashed across the defensive line, his sword arm swinging horizontally and obsidian armour coating the other along with a burning light that pierced the spot his foe had been standing as he swung. Allies leaped from the point in reaction as the ground shattered and blew apart, fragments of terrain littering the skies and the ground around, but as the dust settled and a growling Aizen manipulated the air to sense nearby foes. An iron fist reached forward to collide with another member of The Nameless, sending another body flying past Aizen to be caught by supporting members of the guild, they were alive but barely and for a single moment Aizen saw a heavily armoured monster standing within the rubble they created of the terrain.
How were they going to fight something that they couldn't sense? He looked over to his psychics, every person that could find a way to locate the man shook their heads solemnly, they would have to rely on sight for now.
The armoured man felt nothing for what he had done, no joy, no sadness, he had followed orders and taken The Black Rabbit out of commission. Now he was free to take whomever he wanted from the battle-field, he saw someone burn through his husks, Apex's husks, and their partner or perhaps sibling taking out their own at a slower pace. He made his decision and rushed past the golden spear that lay buried in the ground, kicking up dust on purpose as a final taunt to Aizen before dashing into the battle-field. The hiss of steam and the thundering sound of shattering earth sounded in the distance and suddenly the same spear was propelling through the air at an inhuman pace for a simple throw, piercing several husks and slowing down by a minimal amount as it headed towards the flame user.
Meanwhile its thrower stood behind the users partner, a metallic fist raised when silently two claws of plasma erupted from either side of the hand. However he did not attack, simply opting to wait and allow others to foolishly come to this ones rescue. They could not out-match his speed that he was sure of, and she could not sense him with all the skills in the world, but if their was one thing he enjoyed it was the hunt. So he would wait for worthier prey.
He raised an open paw into the air and simply clenched it before pumping it forward, a single finger extended. Their wasn't even any recognition or re-action. Nothing seemed to change at all, except now only six members of the group were heading towards the battle, a collective shiver ran through the others however and Apex began to smile and whistled once in a long low tune.
Things were indeed going to be fun.
An Armored being dashed across the battlefield, undetectable by nearly all means unless ones eyes were attuned to seeing things whiz past at the speed of light, he made no indent not a single trace of his being making itself known. That was however until The Black Rabbit looked to her left, her ears twitching as a spray of blood drenched her clothing and her face, interrupting the supporting fire and small flashes of lightning she'd been placing around the field. The cloth covered man who had been banishing those undead who got to close nothing but a contorted mess of bones and blood meshed in with the light coloured clothing that had adorned him. She barely had time to bring her spear across in a block as a metal fist clashed with the golden weapon, the agent of the garden pressed back with all the force she had, with everything that could be lent to her as her own eyes stared into the glowing pools of her opponent.
A singular whir sounded and high pressure steam rushed out from the joint in her opponents elbow and before she could react, her eyes widening in shock, The Black Rabbit was launched across the battle field. Her body bouncing and grinding a long the ground until her twisted spine collided with one of the far off ice spires with a sickening thwack and an echoing crash that even made Pestel jump and groan mid-dance. The Black Rabbit lay collapsed in a heap, chunks of ice piled on top of her and several shards sticking out of gaping wound, her arms contorted in unnatural ways and her spear embedded in the ground not far off from her original point.
Aizen roared in anger and flashed across the defensive line, his sword arm swinging horizontally and obsidian armour coating the other along with a burning light that pierced the spot his foe had been standing as he swung. Allies leaped from the point in reaction as the ground shattered and blew apart, fragments of terrain littering the skies and the ground around, but as the dust settled and a growling Aizen manipulated the air to sense nearby foes. An iron fist reached forward to collide with another member of The Nameless, sending another body flying past Aizen to be caught by supporting members of the guild, they were alive but barely and for a single moment Aizen saw a heavily armoured monster standing within the rubble they created of the terrain.
How were they going to fight something that they couldn't sense? He looked over to his psychics, every person that could find a way to locate the man shook their heads solemnly, they would have to rely on sight for now.
The armoured man felt nothing for what he had done, no joy, no sadness, he had followed orders and taken The Black Rabbit out of commission. Now he was free to take whomever he wanted from the battle-field, he saw someone burn through his husks, Apex's husks, and their partner or perhaps sibling taking out their own at a slower pace. He made his decision and rushed past the golden spear that lay buried in the ground, kicking up dust on purpose as a final taunt to Aizen before dashing into the battle-field. The hiss of steam and the thundering sound of shattering earth sounded in the distance and suddenly the same spear was propelling through the air at an inhuman pace for a simple throw, piercing several husks and slowing down by a minimal amount as it headed towards the flame user.
Meanwhile its thrower stood behind the users partner, a metallic fist raised when silently two claws of plasma erupted from either side of the hand. However he did not attack, simply opting to wait and allow others to foolishly come to this ones rescue. They could not out-match his speed that he was sure of, and she could not sense him with all the skills in the world, but if their was one thing he enjoyed it was the hunt. So he would wait for worthier prey.
As Ivan saw the monkey land on the dissease ridden rat and attack it with acid and blunt he grinned slightly. His odds had turned from awkwardly trying to keep the pest at bay to actually having a having a good chance of destroying it right then and there. He was mildly surprised when the pest formed gasses to divert the flames and simply rubbed the acid from it's face. He had expected the flames to have yielded only some superficial damage, but to see that even the acid hadn't affected the pestulant rat was a bit worrying. Not to mention that it was now gleefully mocking both him and the monkey and had raised an army from the insects that lived in and on it's fur.
"If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water. If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He heard from behind the mans mask. Truthfully it would have been a good idea to simply drown the bugs with a wave of water, however there really wasn't a way for him to create a significantly sized body of water quick enough. Though it seemed the man had a plan so he created a cloud of T-energy crystals and made it rain above them by cooling the moisture in the air and turning the crystals themselves into water. It was strong enough of a rain to make the bugs lose footing and be swept away by the falling dropletts, but unfortunatly as he expected not strong enough to drown the bugs. Hopefully it would be enough to make that rat slip on the slick mud as it was oh so gleefully jumping around. In the end he just hoped it would be enough for whatever the man was planning.
Ivan quckly formed a storm of crystal dust around him as he saw a group of the insects rush at him, freezing and shredding the insects that dared venture into it, before absorbing the insects and turning it into more crystal dust. The barrier would be ample defence against any sort of attack by that pests insect minnions. He then felt blessings from the mage from before reach him once more, he could feel the energy as it increased his resiliance and gave him another layer of shielding. Since he was more or less on the frontline against an enemy that could have more tricks up it's sleeve he figured it was safer to keep these blessings for the moment, instead of using them as more ammo.
Ivan stepped forwards drawing another group of bugs into the storm and shredding them for their energy. The energy within the bugs was boutifull, it wasn't hard to see at this point why it was so tempting to destroy and absorb humanoid being only to be turned into a lich as a result. Now he had enough energy stored to make another attacking move while keeping some energy to spare. A small stream of the dust moved out of the storm and forming another around the rat, cooling the air as they moved. As the storm raged around the rat, and the storm had grown so thick that the rat wasn't even visable anymore, quite quickly tiny white crystal began to form on the crystals and their surroundings, to anyone unassuming it would look like ice. It was ice, that was sure, but it was dry ice solidified carbondioxide. Ivan grinned in the knowledge that if the rat didn't escape it's heat draining prison soon the carbondioxide within the lungs as he tries to exhale will turn solid and the water in his blood and body cells will freeze all with very deadly results. "Stand back from that storm, otherwise it might freeze you too and a very cold rat might jump out at any moment." He said to the monkey as the storm raged.
From the corner of his eye he could see an object brimming with lightning fly at rediculous speeds. The energy from that bolt would serve him really well. Intercepting the object to gain it's power would be nearly impossible though, there was one option, use the plasma field of a decaying lightning bolt to draw in the lightning. He aimed at a husk further along the path of the spear, both of them hitting the target almost instantly after another, but it was enough he had drawn in the lightning energy and even drawn the spear off it's path by a degree or two. The lightning hit Ivan with full force, but asside from a little tingle in the fingertips and the storm of crystal around him growning denser he wasn't affected.
"If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water. If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He heard from behind the mans mask. Truthfully it would have been a good idea to simply drown the bugs with a wave of water, however there really wasn't a way for him to create a significantly sized body of water quick enough. Though it seemed the man had a plan so he created a cloud of T-energy crystals and made it rain above them by cooling the moisture in the air and turning the crystals themselves into water. It was strong enough of a rain to make the bugs lose footing and be swept away by the falling dropletts, but unfortunatly as he expected not strong enough to drown the bugs. Hopefully it would be enough to make that rat slip on the slick mud as it was oh so gleefully jumping around. In the end he just hoped it would be enough for whatever the man was planning.
Ivan quckly formed a storm of crystal dust around him as he saw a group of the insects rush at him, freezing and shredding the insects that dared venture into it, before absorbing the insects and turning it into more crystal dust. The barrier would be ample defence against any sort of attack by that pests insect minnions. He then felt blessings from the mage from before reach him once more, he could feel the energy as it increased his resiliance and gave him another layer of shielding. Since he was more or less on the frontline against an enemy that could have more tricks up it's sleeve he figured it was safer to keep these blessings for the moment, instead of using them as more ammo.
Ivan stepped forwards drawing another group of bugs into the storm and shredding them for their energy. The energy within the bugs was boutifull, it wasn't hard to see at this point why it was so tempting to destroy and absorb humanoid being only to be turned into a lich as a result. Now he had enough energy stored to make another attacking move while keeping some energy to spare. A small stream of the dust moved out of the storm and forming another around the rat, cooling the air as they moved. As the storm raged around the rat, and the storm had grown so thick that the rat wasn't even visable anymore, quite quickly tiny white crystal began to form on the crystals and their surroundings, to anyone unassuming it would look like ice. It was ice, that was sure, but it was dry ice solidified carbondioxide. Ivan grinned in the knowledge that if the rat didn't escape it's heat draining prison soon the carbondioxide within the lungs as he tries to exhale will turn solid and the water in his blood and body cells will freeze all with very deadly results. "Stand back from that storm, otherwise it might freeze you too and a very cold rat might jump out at any moment." He said to the monkey as the storm raged.
From the corner of his eye he could see an object brimming with lightning fly at rediculous speeds. The energy from that bolt would serve him really well. Intercepting the object to gain it's power would be nearly impossible though, there was one option, use the plasma field of a decaying lightning bolt to draw in the lightning. He aimed at a husk further along the path of the spear, both of them hitting the target almost instantly after another, but it was enough he had drawn in the lightning energy and even drawn the spear off it's path by a degree or two. The lightning hit Ivan with full force, but asside from a little tingle in the fingertips and the storm of crystal around him growning denser he wasn't affected.
The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden
River could barely focus his eyes, until suddenly the angel before him became more toxic in comparison to the pure image he had previously seen. Offering to enslave him, to put him in chains. A slight smirk crossed his features as she introduced herself and proceeded to...well that was surprising, his hand was now pressed against her ample breast and then the other. Apparently she had named them and intended to use them in his presence in some form, however his mind was too muddled to understand anything except that she was not how she had appeared. The Incubus leaned forward slightly and pushed up the spire, the blood that dampened his white shirt now transferring to her skin as he pressed against her, not removing his hand as he struggled to stand whilst his other arm wrapped around her back.
His lips pressed against hers once more and the body he was gifted with began to glow once more as the electrifying and addictive taste filled his senses again, his hands exploring her tattoo's and marble skin and playing with her beautiful stark hair. It all had a purpose, that was what he told himself over and over in his head even as he continued the kiss far longer than was necessary for his reasons. He finally released her and wrapped his arms around her body being careful not touch any wounds, the blood pumping from him lowered significantly and the blood pumping from her would increase in comparison. They were nearly balanced in their injuries now however River still held the most upon his form.
"Sorry Keres, The bed-chambers are a domain we both share but..." He paused and flung his wings downwards, his arms wrapping tighter around her as he shot into the air and eventually settled at a much higher altitude, his feet seeming to find solid ground as he began to walk along the air. His wings still continued to push against the air to keep him in the air but it was much smoother, not unlike being on the ground except their was no stable footing...or ground. Finally with a chuckle he continued.
"The skies are something only one of us has access to, perhaps it is you who will be conquered my beloved." He teased, his voice like silk as he whispered it into her ear before lightly nipping at her neck, being this close to him with no where to go but closer would only make his attraction worse. His perfect body was pressed against hers and his hair was flowing perfectly in the wind to frame his sapphire eyes, he moved in towards her face with a slight smirk and pressed his lips against hers once more before breaking away.
"You'd look better in nothing." He teased with a light purr, flirting and resisting it in turn was his domain, and this woman was far too interesting to not tease even under such circumstances.
His lips pressed against hers once more and the body he was gifted with began to glow once more as the electrifying and addictive taste filled his senses again, his hands exploring her tattoo's and marble skin and playing with her beautiful stark hair. It all had a purpose, that was what he told himself over and over in his head even as he continued the kiss far longer than was necessary for his reasons. He finally released her and wrapped his arms around her body being careful not touch any wounds, the blood pumping from him lowered significantly and the blood pumping from her would increase in comparison. They were nearly balanced in their injuries now however River still held the most upon his form.
"Sorry Keres, The bed-chambers are a domain we both share but..." He paused and flung his wings downwards, his arms wrapping tighter around her as he shot into the air and eventually settled at a much higher altitude, his feet seeming to find solid ground as he began to walk along the air. His wings still continued to push against the air to keep him in the air but it was much smoother, not unlike being on the ground except their was no stable footing...or ground. Finally with a chuckle he continued.
"The skies are something only one of us has access to, perhaps it is you who will be conquered my beloved." He teased, his voice like silk as he whispered it into her ear before lightly nipping at her neck, being this close to him with no where to go but closer would only make his attraction worse. His perfect body was pressed against hers and his hair was flowing perfectly in the wind to frame his sapphire eyes, he moved in towards her face with a slight smirk and pressed his lips against hers once more before breaking away.
"You'd look better in nothing." He teased with a light purr, flirting and resisting it in turn was his domain, and this woman was far too interesting to not tease even under such circumstances.
Kiss Me
"And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet"
This time, she was prepared. Unfortunately, no amount of preparation adequately prepared you for the Incubi. Once again River stole any sediments of rational thought with his perfectly sculpted lips. Generally speaking, Keres had the attention span of an attention deficit five year old taking adrenal and caffeine shots every thirty minutes. Never had a man, woman or creature commanded the Priestess of Thalvador's attention so wholly as River Saetyrix, dangerous, dominant and demonic. He pressed harder against her. Indeed she could think of other words that began with the letter D.
His feathers, velvet soft and surely aspects of Heaven than Hell, brushed against her skin. Keres gasped as his fingers tugged forcefully at her hair. He swept her off her feet.
He literally swept her off her feet.
Before she could protest, they were airborne and he was whispering things in her ear that made her toes curl. "...my beloved." His name for her was puzzling and her brows furrowed as her mouth opened to speak. It was such a gentle word, 'beloved,' and his. It was unlike the vulgar names her clients called her or even the uptight titles they used in court. It was intimate and kind, and though she loathed being anyone's property or slave, she wished for a moment, to belong to him, this strange boy who healed her with a kiss and lifted her into the skies in his arms. Yet before she could find the words to protest or accept, she felt his teeth teasing the sensitive skin of her neck. A sound that she was most used to inciting from others escaped her parted lips.
She was so mesmerised by the alluring blue of his eyes that she felt shocked, again, when she realised they were in the air. It reminded her much of Mithrandír with its floating kingdoms and Anaranë with the crystal spires, cloudless skies and cascading waterfalls. If it had not been for the red haired demon who's arms she now belonged and - looking down at the stretch of breathless air between where they were and the ground - who held her life in his hands, she might've believed she'd returned to her home in the realm of Elves.
Her teeth were revealed as he spoke of her nude and she pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. Her hands were placed on his shoulders as his held her small waist. Keres raised a sculpted brow as a corner of her lips lifted in a playful smirk.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Etchelion," she said, calling him by the name of an animal supposedly found only in the realm of Mithrandír. It was a mighty beast, hailed by the Elves as one might hail a unicorn. No one had actually seen an Etchelion in over a millennia, the last known Etchelion being the companion of King Arafinwë. It was said that an Etchelion enchants all who lay eyes upon it, driving the weaker wild and mad with desire to conquer a mighty creature that could not be conquered and bringing the stronger to submission. It is said to have a lifespan of ten High Elves. It was not simply a magnificent creature rumoured to possess enamoured but be a formidable foe in battle, having fought alongside countless of Mithrandír's most revered warriors. To call one an Etchelion was the highest of praise.
"We've met only today and yet you've held me, flew with me in your arms, changed form for me and kissed me," she ticked off the items on the list as she spoke and with a shrug, said, "Granted, the last two was to save my life." Keres flashed him a devious grin. "And we haven't even been on our first date." She inched back, not far enough to fall into the crushing air below but enough that her saviour and capturer would understand and follow. "Or, been formally introduced, for that matter. You know who I am." Sort of, she thought with a wry smile. "Who are you?"
They inched closer to the ground as Keres had been back pedalling the entire time, urging River with or without his notice. All of a sudden a golden spear flew through the space between Keres and River's faces, whizzing so close to their noses that it rustled their hair along with the wind. It was not, however, intended for them, rather it charged toward an area engulfed in flames. Keres did not even blink or appear mildly surprised as she shrugged and said nonchalantly, "punk probably deserved it."
The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland
A spear suddenly impaled itself in the midst of the raging inferno, causing Niko to jump back instinctively. What the hell? Who had thrown that? Even with their power, those monsters shouldn't have had the fine motor skills or coordination to throw that spear...not so accurately, either; it had speared itself well into the ground a foot away from him. Who was responsible?!
But when his eyes traced the direction from which the spear had flown, he could not see who or what had sent it at him. Looks like he got away quickly...looking back at the girl who was being healed, Niko figured there was enough time for him to dash away for a bit. Doing so in the direction of the horrors, he recreated his flame aura and began to burn and slash through them again. Augmented with heat, the heavy sword was working well enough against them...he probably didn't need to change his tactics, right?
Noticing two people flying in the air...one of them had wings, somehow...and seeing that they were doing nothing but flirting, Niko groaned. Couldn't they see where they were? "Oi! Flirterers! Leave your mushiness for later, get down here and be of some use! People are getting murdered down here!" he angrily shouted, leaping up and slashing some enemy that had jumped at them.
The flaming blade sank into the enemy...but didn't pierce its skin entirely. Annoyed, Niko kicked backwards, sending flames out from underneath his feet (thankfully, aimed away from the pair of flirterers), sending himself spiraling forward and forcing his blade further through the face of the monster and killing it. Satisfied, he halted the stream of fire from his feet and rolled, landing somewhat safely, though he felt a rather unpleasant pain in his spne from the force.
Blazing through the monsters yet again, he suddenly noticed Irina up ahead, taking out the nightmares with her darkness magic. Just as Niko was about to send (anything but) a compliment her way, he suddenly noticed that standing right behind her was a giant hulk clad in black armor, whose fists were shining with a strange energy. Wait...what the hell is that?! And it was preparing to attack...Irina. "Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, leaping just past Irina and raising his sword, the flames continuing to dance about him. Hadn't she noticed him by now, with that nearly omniscient echolocation ability?!
Whatever the reason...ugh, goddammit, she'll make my life so much worse for this.
But when his eyes traced the direction from which the spear had flown, he could not see who or what had sent it at him. Looks like he got away quickly...looking back at the girl who was being healed, Niko figured there was enough time for him to dash away for a bit. Doing so in the direction of the horrors, he recreated his flame aura and began to burn and slash through them again. Augmented with heat, the heavy sword was working well enough against them...he probably didn't need to change his tactics, right?
Noticing two people flying in the air...one of them had wings, somehow...and seeing that they were doing nothing but flirting, Niko groaned. Couldn't they see where they were? "Oi! Flirterers! Leave your mushiness for later, get down here and be of some use! People are getting murdered down here!" he angrily shouted, leaping up and slashing some enemy that had jumped at them.
The flaming blade sank into the enemy...but didn't pierce its skin entirely. Annoyed, Niko kicked backwards, sending flames out from underneath his feet (thankfully, aimed away from the pair of flirterers), sending himself spiraling forward and forcing his blade further through the face of the monster and killing it. Satisfied, he halted the stream of fire from his feet and rolled, landing somewhat safely, though he felt a rather unpleasant pain in his spne from the force.
Blazing through the monsters yet again, he suddenly noticed Irina up ahead, taking out the nightmares with her darkness magic. Just as Niko was about to send (anything but) a compliment her way, he suddenly noticed that standing right behind her was a giant hulk clad in black armor, whose fists were shining with a strange energy. Wait...what the hell is that?! And it was preparing to attack...Irina. "Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, leaping just past Irina and raising his sword, the flames continuing to dance about him. Hadn't she noticed him by now, with that nearly omniscient echolocation ability?!
Whatever the reason...ugh, goddammit, she'll make my life so much worse for this.
"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"
Myon had alerted him to the presence of another shadow attempting to assault them. Before he could dispatch the entity however the spirit made short work of the being using divine magic to purify it.
"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"
Were he more foolhardy he might of refused the spirits offer of help, saying something along the lines of There's no need to repay me, just look after yourself. He was no fool. In war a person who does not fight alongside his fellow man and tries to be a hero will be cut down, if not by the enemy then by his own team members. The punishment for disobedience was to be beaten to death with wooden swords wielded by the offender's comrades. It was symbolic, designed to signify that when somebody disobeys an order, whether because they were trying to be heroic or any other reason, they were putting the lives of everyone at risk. In this case he was no longer in the military but the meaning behind the ways they fought still stuck with him. He would fight alongside any ally, to do otherwise would put both his unlife and the lives of every other ally at grave risk.
Before he could respond to the spirits earnest request there were numerous crashes in the Nameless's ranks. He turned to see several people get taken down. one of them was sent flying shortly followed by her spear. After that incident the remaining forces were left in confusion while searching for the attacker. As he was turning his head to address Myon he caught a glimpse of what was likely the source of all the damage, a large metal construct with shaped heat based claws bearing down upon some girl and a fire wielder.
He looked over to the spirit, his dark tone befitting the situation they were all in. "That depends on you. I will be dealing with the plagued rat creature. If you do not feel you have the stomach to face it I am sure the others would appreciate any assistance with the metal construct attacking them they could get." He turned away from the spirit and started striding towards the darkened region of the field where the rain muddied the earth below. "The choice is yours."
Regardless of whether or not Myon followed him he made his way over until he was in the thick of the battle with the unholy creation that dared to live in his presence. The magus had made the battlefield soggy enough for his plan to deal with the corrupt rodent. In addition the magus was trying to freeze the rodent in an ice storm. If he was successful then that would make things all the simpler. He did not think that this particular fight was going to end that easy.
Now in place, he raised his shovel up and drove it into the mud. Scooping out the mud he started digging down into the ground. The hole grew larger and deeper rather quickly as he was stupendously good at digging graves by now. About twelve feet down he stopped digging, satisfied with the depth for now. He knew if the rain held then the hole would fill up with water. This was good.
His plan was to go straight up to the foul being, grab it and bury it alive. Were the ground as dry as it was in the beginning of this war he would suspect the rat of being capable of digging it's way back up. Now that the ground was practically a marsh the beast couldn't dig a foot into the ground without the hole made by it's claws filling back up with mud. He was going to send this beast to it's watery grave, burying it alive in mud.
In preparation for his conflict with the diseased pest he reached into the pile of mud he had created when digging it's grave. He took handfuls of mud and lathered it onto his suit underneath his cloak. His whole attire was designed specifically to keep any and all sources of infection out. It was sealed up completely so there were no openings for infectious material to seep in. Between that and the plated chain mail he wore underneath for protection the insects would find great difficulty in penetrating through and reaching Pravus's undead flesh normally.
He remembered his lessons taught to him from his father during his childhood. He remembered a detail that he felt would help in this particular situation. Many animals in nature would often roll in mud in order to both mask their scent and keep insects off of them. The sticky liquid earth made the animals skin much too sticky and thick for insects to find purchase on them. The same could apply to him as well.
He finished applying the mud to his outfit. He strode up towards the rat, ignoring the carpets of insects surrounding it. Between his rain slick cloak and hat as well as his earthen defenses beneath there was no surface for the bugs to climb upon him. He stopped just short of the ice storm and simply waited for the magus to be done with his spell.
Myon had alerted him to the presence of another shadow attempting to assault them. Before he could dispatch the entity however the spirit made short work of the being using divine magic to purify it.
"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"
Were he more foolhardy he might of refused the spirits offer of help, saying something along the lines of There's no need to repay me, just look after yourself. He was no fool. In war a person who does not fight alongside his fellow man and tries to be a hero will be cut down, if not by the enemy then by his own team members. The punishment for disobedience was to be beaten to death with wooden swords wielded by the offender's comrades. It was symbolic, designed to signify that when somebody disobeys an order, whether because they were trying to be heroic or any other reason, they were putting the lives of everyone at risk. In this case he was no longer in the military but the meaning behind the ways they fought still stuck with him. He would fight alongside any ally, to do otherwise would put both his unlife and the lives of every other ally at grave risk.
Before he could respond to the spirits earnest request there were numerous crashes in the Nameless's ranks. He turned to see several people get taken down. one of them was sent flying shortly followed by her spear. After that incident the remaining forces were left in confusion while searching for the attacker. As he was turning his head to address Myon he caught a glimpse of what was likely the source of all the damage, a large metal construct with shaped heat based claws bearing down upon some girl and a fire wielder.
He looked over to the spirit, his dark tone befitting the situation they were all in. "That depends on you. I will be dealing with the plagued rat creature. If you do not feel you have the stomach to face it I am sure the others would appreciate any assistance with the metal construct attacking them they could get." He turned away from the spirit and started striding towards the darkened region of the field where the rain muddied the earth below. "The choice is yours."
Regardless of whether or not Myon followed him he made his way over until he was in the thick of the battle with the unholy creation that dared to live in his presence. The magus had made the battlefield soggy enough for his plan to deal with the corrupt rodent. In addition the magus was trying to freeze the rodent in an ice storm. If he was successful then that would make things all the simpler. He did not think that this particular fight was going to end that easy.
Now in place, he raised his shovel up and drove it into the mud. Scooping out the mud he started digging down into the ground. The hole grew larger and deeper rather quickly as he was stupendously good at digging graves by now. About twelve feet down he stopped digging, satisfied with the depth for now. He knew if the rain held then the hole would fill up with water. This was good.
His plan was to go straight up to the foul being, grab it and bury it alive. Were the ground as dry as it was in the beginning of this war he would suspect the rat of being capable of digging it's way back up. Now that the ground was practically a marsh the beast couldn't dig a foot into the ground without the hole made by it's claws filling back up with mud. He was going to send this beast to it's watery grave, burying it alive in mud.
In preparation for his conflict with the diseased pest he reached into the pile of mud he had created when digging it's grave. He took handfuls of mud and lathered it onto his suit underneath his cloak. His whole attire was designed specifically to keep any and all sources of infection out. It was sealed up completely so there were no openings for infectious material to seep in. Between that and the plated chain mail he wore underneath for protection the insects would find great difficulty in penetrating through and reaching Pravus's undead flesh normally.
He remembered his lessons taught to him from his father during his childhood. He remembered a detail that he felt would help in this particular situation. Many animals in nature would often roll in mud in order to both mask their scent and keep insects off of them. The sticky liquid earth made the animals skin much too sticky and thick for insects to find purchase on them. The same could apply to him as well.
He finished applying the mud to his outfit. He strode up towards the rat, ignoring the carpets of insects surrounding it. Between his rain slick cloak and hat as well as his earthen defenses beneath there was no surface for the bugs to climb upon him. He stopped just short of the ice storm and simply waited for the magus to be done with his spell.
"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence.
Myon had followed the warrior only to end up floating over his hole. She didn't know why he dug the hole or how he dug it so fast. She didn't want to know either. Instead she stood...well... floated as close to the ground as she could manage... next to him and raised one arm over her shoulder and held it there, ready to swing it downward. That hand held the longer blade. The other arm was slightly bent and facing outward. The back of her hand was facing up and the blade went from her left to her right as it was on its side.
It was an unseen and strange stance. Nobody but the user would be able to tell how, where, and when they will attack. The stance is unreadable and therefore safe from being countered or blocked. After positioning her swords, she bent her left leg so that she was slightly twisted to the left side. Her hair covered her eyes which meant nothing as she had closed them after taking up the stance.
She was now ready to....do whatever it is she is ready to do.
Myon had followed the warrior only to end up floating over his hole. She didn't know why he dug the hole or how he dug it so fast. She didn't want to know either. Instead she stood...well... floated as close to the ground as she could manage... next to him and raised one arm over her shoulder and held it there, ready to swing it downward. That hand held the longer blade. The other arm was slightly bent and facing outward. The back of her hand was facing up and the blade went from her left to her right as it was on its side.
It was an unseen and strange stance. Nobody but the user would be able to tell how, where, and when they will attack. The stance is unreadable and therefore safe from being countered or blocked. After positioning her swords, she bent her left leg so that she was slightly twisted to the left side. Her hair covered her eyes which meant nothing as she had closed them after taking up the stance.
She was now ready to....do whatever it is she is ready to do.
The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden
If she’d had time to reflect, Tiotio might have considered that heading out in search of a group of people famous for their magic war fought against a demon lord might have been better done after, learning a thing or two about higher magics.
As it stood her simple gusts of wind served her just as well as her bo, which was to say, quite inadequately. While she could easily hold back the rotting soldiers, she could form no plan to dispatch what seemed to be the real threat, the enemy generals now working into the midst of the Nameless.
She did the only thing that seemed useful, slammed, punched, knocked, kicked, and jabbed at each and every rotting soldier that came near the magic man so he could keep up his assault on the diseased rat.
When the masked man returned she had thought another warrior would be at her side, or at the magic man’s, but instead of facing an enemy, the man put his shovel to the ground. He used the blade to carve out earth even more impressively than he’d carved a bloody swath through the enemy ranks.
Unlike the boy now flying in the sky, who it had seemed at first would be a strong ally on the battlefield, the masked man acted with determined purpose. Tiotio did all she could to ensure the man was not disturbed in his work, understanding quickly that he was setting a trap for the plagued beast.
As it stood her simple gusts of wind served her just as well as her bo, which was to say, quite inadequately. While she could easily hold back the rotting soldiers, she could form no plan to dispatch what seemed to be the real threat, the enemy generals now working into the midst of the Nameless.
She did the only thing that seemed useful, slammed, punched, knocked, kicked, and jabbed at each and every rotting soldier that came near the magic man so he could keep up his assault on the diseased rat.
When the masked man returned she had thought another warrior would be at her side, or at the magic man’s, but instead of facing an enemy, the man put his shovel to the ground. He used the blade to carve out earth even more impressively than he’d carved a bloody swath through the enemy ranks.
Unlike the boy now flying in the sky, who it had seemed at first would be a strong ally on the battlefield, the masked man acted with determined purpose. Tiotio did all she could to ensure the man was not disturbed in his work, understanding quickly that he was setting a trap for the plagued beast.
The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland
The ogre the priestess was standing upon, stepped back in surprise as the muddied gravedigger emerged from the melee, tapping Seriene's hoof to draw her attention down, shouting over the sounds of battle questioningly in her alien tongue, blinking at the sight of the wounded warrior girl, patting the side of the ogre's head and motioning for it to put her down on the ground, the large creature complying with a quiet grunt, placing her down on the ground as gently as it could.
The slender priestess ran her luminescent eyes over the girl, clutching her staff tightly in one hand while hovering her hand over the various wounds and breaks in her small body, shifting her ear close to the girl's mouth to check for breathing and tapping her fingers against her neck for a pulse, chewing the corner of her lip in quiet concern.
The Draenei spoke to the mud streaked man before shaking her head and hitting the side of her head with a palm, remembering that no one could understand her, simply sighing and grasping her staff in front of her, the hooded figure of the staff's head facing towards the girl as Seriene took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, channeling a spell, muttering a prayer in an alien tongue, bluish white light wreathing her body as her shoulder plates flared up in light, blue ethereal feathers arching out of the metal protrusions and an ethereal halo forming about her head as she opened her eyes and exhaled, a small pillar and swirl of light engulfing the girl's body, as life and energy was thrust into her form, sealing her more severe wounds and fading much of her bruising.
The priestess exhaled then shouted in surprise as the gravedigger bolted off, looking rather displeased as she caught the still limp body, huffing and looking up at her unlikely companion pleadingly, the ogre shrugging and picking up the girl, carefully cradling her while Seriene casted a lesser heal to further stabilize the girl and hopefully put more energy into her.
However Seriene flinched as her keen ears picked up a sickening crunch from somewhere behind her, turning then looking up to see the animal eared woman rag doll through the air above her and her ogreish friend, her limp body thudding and rolling brokenly along the ground.
The priestess flinched and cringed at what must have been an agonizing fall, if the lady were conscious that is. She looked behind herself to see where the woman had been launched from to no particular avail.
Grunting in frustration and concern for the strange female's well being she patted her ogre companion's hand to get his attention before pointing towards the downed woman, the creature nodding in understanding and giving the girl in his arms a gentle rock, conveying he'd keep her safe while she was unconscious, Seriene giving him an awkward smile and thanking him, even though the tall muscly being had no idea what she was saying.
The agent of the Light ducked and weaved between the Nameless' forces, making a beeline for the fallen woman, emerging from the crowd with a gasp, sprinting towards the pile of rubble and the woman's broken form, her robes flapping about her legs. She cursed as she almost tripped as she neared the body, cursing and figuring that her battle-priest raiments were a little less practical than first thought and could probably use some modifications.
Seriene pushed aside her idle thoughts as she came up to the body of the woman, digging her hooves into the ground and groaning at the strain as she pushed aside the larger bits of rubble resting on the lady, sweat beading out from under her hair at the physical exertion, as small an exertion as it really was.
She huffed as she uncovered the woman, thanking the stars above that the larger shards of ice had mostly missed her or had been shattered into more manageable pieces though the strain had stolen her breath from her and she gasped to catch it once more.
Seriene grimaced at the state the black clad woman was in, wincing at the way her arms and body was bent, she kneeled beside her and placed two fingers at her neck, feeling nothing and cursing, she leaned closer, moving her ear near her mouth, unable to tell if she was breathing or if it was just the wind brushing past her. The priestess gave a rather heinous curse in her native tongue before doing her best to carefully lay the woman on her back, wincing and cringing almost in pain herself from the sound of broken bones within her body.
The draenei placed her ear to the broken woman's chest, ignoring the decidedly lewd nature of her actions for the greater good, closing her eyes and listening for a heart-beat, gasping and biting her lip at the faintest of thumps, silently thanking the Naaru for their kindness.
Seriene steeled herself as she was not looking forward in the slightest to what she was about to do. Silently asking the unconscious woman on deaths door for forgiveness she carefully but firmly bent her body and arms back into shape, realigning her pelvis and arms with the rest of her body, throwing up a little in her mouth at the sound of popping and grinding bone.
Once the woman was laying flat on her back, her bruised and shattered body looking mostly normal she began her spells of healing, tapping into the relatively new payer of Renew, hoping that by the Light's grace she could save this lady from Death's embrace, her eyes glowing brightly as her clenched hands light up with golden light, her breath quickening as she opened her hands and turned her palms over the dying woman, the holy light and energies engulfing her bodies as her bones reset themselves and her flesh knit itself together at an inhuman pace.
Seriene gasped and was forced to hold herself up on her hands as her strength was drained from her body, a considerable reserve of her strength taken away for the sake of this woman she didn't even know...
"At least I'm being useful..." was all she could think to herself as she staggered to her hooves, looking about carefully, partly hiding behind the shattered stone and ice and waiting for the woman to come to her senses while Renew ran its course through her body, hoping nothing came to kill her or undo her work.
The slender priestess ran her luminescent eyes over the girl, clutching her staff tightly in one hand while hovering her hand over the various wounds and breaks in her small body, shifting her ear close to the girl's mouth to check for breathing and tapping her fingers against her neck for a pulse, chewing the corner of her lip in quiet concern.
The Draenei spoke to the mud streaked man before shaking her head and hitting the side of her head with a palm, remembering that no one could understand her, simply sighing and grasping her staff in front of her, the hooded figure of the staff's head facing towards the girl as Seriene took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, channeling a spell, muttering a prayer in an alien tongue, bluish white light wreathing her body as her shoulder plates flared up in light, blue ethereal feathers arching out of the metal protrusions and an ethereal halo forming about her head as she opened her eyes and exhaled, a small pillar and swirl of light engulfing the girl's body, as life and energy was thrust into her form, sealing her more severe wounds and fading much of her bruising.
The priestess exhaled then shouted in surprise as the gravedigger bolted off, looking rather displeased as she caught the still limp body, huffing and looking up at her unlikely companion pleadingly, the ogre shrugging and picking up the girl, carefully cradling her while Seriene casted a lesser heal to further stabilize the girl and hopefully put more energy into her.
However Seriene flinched as her keen ears picked up a sickening crunch from somewhere behind her, turning then looking up to see the animal eared woman rag doll through the air above her and her ogreish friend, her limp body thudding and rolling brokenly along the ground.
The priestess flinched and cringed at what must have been an agonizing fall, if the lady were conscious that is. She looked behind herself to see where the woman had been launched from to no particular avail.
Grunting in frustration and concern for the strange female's well being she patted her ogre companion's hand to get his attention before pointing towards the downed woman, the creature nodding in understanding and giving the girl in his arms a gentle rock, conveying he'd keep her safe while she was unconscious, Seriene giving him an awkward smile and thanking him, even though the tall muscly being had no idea what she was saying.
The agent of the Light ducked and weaved between the Nameless' forces, making a beeline for the fallen woman, emerging from the crowd with a gasp, sprinting towards the pile of rubble and the woman's broken form, her robes flapping about her legs. She cursed as she almost tripped as she neared the body, cursing and figuring that her battle-priest raiments were a little less practical than first thought and could probably use some modifications.
Seriene pushed aside her idle thoughts as she came up to the body of the woman, digging her hooves into the ground and groaning at the strain as she pushed aside the larger bits of rubble resting on the lady, sweat beading out from under her hair at the physical exertion, as small an exertion as it really was.
She huffed as she uncovered the woman, thanking the stars above that the larger shards of ice had mostly missed her or had been shattered into more manageable pieces though the strain had stolen her breath from her and she gasped to catch it once more.
Seriene grimaced at the state the black clad woman was in, wincing at the way her arms and body was bent, she kneeled beside her and placed two fingers at her neck, feeling nothing and cursing, she leaned closer, moving her ear near her mouth, unable to tell if she was breathing or if it was just the wind brushing past her. The priestess gave a rather heinous curse in her native tongue before doing her best to carefully lay the woman on her back, wincing and cringing almost in pain herself from the sound of broken bones within her body.
The draenei placed her ear to the broken woman's chest, ignoring the decidedly lewd nature of her actions for the greater good, closing her eyes and listening for a heart-beat, gasping and biting her lip at the faintest of thumps, silently thanking the Naaru for their kindness.
Seriene steeled herself as she was not looking forward in the slightest to what she was about to do. Silently asking the unconscious woman on deaths door for forgiveness she carefully but firmly bent her body and arms back into shape, realigning her pelvis and arms with the rest of her body, throwing up a little in her mouth at the sound of popping and grinding bone.
Once the woman was laying flat on her back, her bruised and shattered body looking mostly normal she began her spells of healing, tapping into the relatively new payer of Renew, hoping that by the Light's grace she could save this lady from Death's embrace, her eyes glowing brightly as her clenched hands light up with golden light, her breath quickening as she opened her hands and turned her palms over the dying woman, the holy light and energies engulfing her bodies as her bones reset themselves and her flesh knit itself together at an inhuman pace.
Seriene gasped and was forced to hold herself up on her hands as her strength was drained from her body, a considerable reserve of her strength taken away for the sake of this woman she didn't even know...
"At least I'm being useful..." was all she could think to herself as she staggered to her hooves, looking about carefully, partly hiding behind the shattered stone and ice and waiting for the woman to come to her senses while Renew ran its course through her body, hoping nothing came to kill her or undo her work.
The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden
He was floating. This was the first thing that Spindel Peridot noticed after he fell into an endless chasm and was crushed by a falling crystal. A soft humming seemed to move through the air, sending tingles of energy down the confused boy's spine. Slowly, his eyes opened to discern his surroundings. Hazy mist flowed sleepily around him, changing colors with the whimsy of a young child. Above and below him were small pockets of empty space, black blobs that looked weirdly out of place among the vibrant tendrils of the haze. The whole place held a certain drowsy feeling as if one would simply curl up and fall asleep from it's influence.
Fighting off sleep, Spindel cupped his hands behind his head.
"Am I dead?"he asked, not expecting an answer. He certainly didn't feel dead. In fact, he felt more lively then ever. Swinging his legs up, Spindel flipped in the air to hang upside down. It was a surprisingly natural position, as if his own feet could control gravity. The drowsiness began to creep in again with the mist's smoky tendrils and able to fight it no longer, Spindel slept.
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As he awoke for the first time, Spindel was surprised to see he was still being held in the mist. He'd thought for sure that he'd have reached heaven or be reincarnated or whatever happens when you die by now. He wiggled his fingers and toes to make sure he could still move when an soft, unfamiliar clink echoed through space. His curious gaze was met with blue digits instead of flesh ones.
This did not scare the boy, merely amazed him. They moved as his own and felt like his own but they could not be, it wasn't possible.
"Then again, neither is all this." He gestured to his surroundings, the mist swirling through his newly changed fingers and toes like a friendly snake. Spindel's soft pink eyes reflected in his new acquisitions once more before he drifted back into his slumber.
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Upon his second awakening, Spindel was happy to see the strange growth had spread up his arm and leg to reach their respective joints. The blue surface was now big enough he could see his face reflected for the first time since he died. The boy smiled back at himself. He was much more handsome then he remembered....or was he? He scratched his head in frustration. Why couldn't he remember this of all things?
Thinking back, he recounted all the things in his memory. His name was Spindel Peridot, he lived in Chetwyn, he was a boy and he was dead. A sense of dread washed over him as the rest of the details of his life seemed to allude him. Had he been a king or a pauper? Did he have someone that loved him? These questions and more burned through his skull in vain. He simply couldn't remember. The only constant thing in this realm was the swirling of the mist coiling around his arms. In fact, the mist seemed to be moving a bit faster then before. Sleep grabbed him again and whisked him away.
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"I wonder why I died" Spindel questioned. "Surely there were others worse then I." He had been awake for a while this time though it didn't seem to matter. Time flowed differently in purgatory. This was the conclusion that he'd come upon about his surroundings. The gods didn't know where to put him so he was stuck here. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least it was relaxing.
The mist's pace had quickened over the time he spent asleep, going from a babbling brook to a roaring river. It also now seemed to prefer the color red, as if it was hinting at something urgent. The crystal coating had moved past his shoulder and was beginning to branch onto his chest, neck and hips. Pindel felt more powerful then he ever had before but that was nothing compared to the burning need to find his memories. This time, sleep grabbed him rather forcefully, yanking him down into slumber.
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A large crack split the skies, filling the empty black spaces with a brilliant white light. The mist seemed to shriek in terror, dispersing in all directions to reveal what used to be human. What had once been flesh was now unbreakable crystal that pulsed with an eerie light from some source of power far within it's gems. Spindel shielded his eyes from the light to see what could disturb his deep slumber.
Above him, a large white panel had been removed from the skies. Fear crept into his bones as large, clawed fingers gripped the side of the opening as if to pull it wider. The fingers were followed by an old, gnarled hand and behind that, a wrinkly arm. The hand descended on the terrified boy, enclosing him in it's grasp and pulling him away from his sanctuary.
"No!" He screamed. "No! Please don't take me! I don't want to leave!" But his cries were unanswered as the hand carried him from his prison into the world beyond.
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"Hmmm, he seems a little half-baked. Don't you think so Zarongel?"
"Yes but we've run out of time. He had to come out of stasis now or we're all doomed."
"Yeah but do you think what we left him is enough? I mean it's not even-"
"Shhh, he's waking up!"
Spindel awoke to the voices. His eyes fluttered, desperate to catch sight of life that wasn't his own. Instead however, his gaze was met by an empty room adorned with millions of pulsing crystals and a floor completely made of gemstones. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. His hand flew to his mouth to catch an oncoming yawn when he was surprised to find interference. He turned to the nearest crystal and for the first time in god knows how long, did not behold his own reflection. Though half of it was him, the other was completely crystallized. He touched his cheeks in amazement as the crystals shrunk back into his face, revealing soft, pale skin underneath.
Turning back to the chamber he'd previously been in, all that remained was a large white gemstone. The entrance was a perfect square, as if it had been cut out with power tools. The inside was nothing different from the outside. Smooth, round and empty all except for one tiny detail. A small stone sitting in the bottom of the pod. The stone glowed with a bright light, constantly changing colors like the fog in his dreams. Without a second thought, Spindel picked up the stone.
Knowledge forced itself into his skull. The memories of his past all became clear like he had lived them yesterday and the future suddenly became clear. A girl named Evangeline, a wedding, three children, his deathbed, these images flew past him as the torrent continued. His arm began to change colors spasmodically, going from red to blue to red to green to yellow to blue.
He knew what they were and he knew what he was. a Gemwraith. One who is one with the crystals.
And as soon as it began, it ended, the now pasty grey gem falling lifelessly to the ground. Spindel slouched to the ground, placed his back on a very warm red crystal and began to cry. Everyone he had loved was dead. Anyone who had loved him was dead. The entire world could be dead and he wouldn't know because he was trapped in this god forsaken cave!
Wiping his tears away, Spindel walked silently to the only wall in the room not covered in crystals. A large carving of a doorway was set into the stone but with no visible handles. Drawing his armor-clad fist back, the wall shook under the impact of his blow but gave no sign of giving. He tried again. And again. And again. He tried until he couldn't stand. But that didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but one thing.
He was going to escape from this cave.
Fighting off sleep, Spindel cupped his hands behind his head.
"Am I dead?"he asked, not expecting an answer. He certainly didn't feel dead. In fact, he felt more lively then ever. Swinging his legs up, Spindel flipped in the air to hang upside down. It was a surprisingly natural position, as if his own feet could control gravity. The drowsiness began to creep in again with the mist's smoky tendrils and able to fight it no longer, Spindel slept.
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As he awoke for the first time, Spindel was surprised to see he was still being held in the mist. He'd thought for sure that he'd have reached heaven or be reincarnated or whatever happens when you die by now. He wiggled his fingers and toes to make sure he could still move when an soft, unfamiliar clink echoed through space. His curious gaze was met with blue digits instead of flesh ones.
This did not scare the boy, merely amazed him. They moved as his own and felt like his own but they could not be, it wasn't possible.
"Then again, neither is all this." He gestured to his surroundings, the mist swirling through his newly changed fingers and toes like a friendly snake. Spindel's soft pink eyes reflected in his new acquisitions once more before he drifted back into his slumber.
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Upon his second awakening, Spindel was happy to see the strange growth had spread up his arm and leg to reach their respective joints. The blue surface was now big enough he could see his face reflected for the first time since he died. The boy smiled back at himself. He was much more handsome then he remembered....or was he? He scratched his head in frustration. Why couldn't he remember this of all things?
Thinking back, he recounted all the things in his memory. His name was Spindel Peridot, he lived in Chetwyn, he was a boy and he was dead. A sense of dread washed over him as the rest of the details of his life seemed to allude him. Had he been a king or a pauper? Did he have someone that loved him? These questions and more burned through his skull in vain. He simply couldn't remember. The only constant thing in this realm was the swirling of the mist coiling around his arms. In fact, the mist seemed to be moving a bit faster then before. Sleep grabbed him again and whisked him away.
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"I wonder why I died" Spindel questioned. "Surely there were others worse then I." He had been awake for a while this time though it didn't seem to matter. Time flowed differently in purgatory. This was the conclusion that he'd come upon about his surroundings. The gods didn't know where to put him so he was stuck here. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least it was relaxing.
The mist's pace had quickened over the time he spent asleep, going from a babbling brook to a roaring river. It also now seemed to prefer the color red, as if it was hinting at something urgent. The crystal coating had moved past his shoulder and was beginning to branch onto his chest, neck and hips. Pindel felt more powerful then he ever had before but that was nothing compared to the burning need to find his memories. This time, sleep grabbed him rather forcefully, yanking him down into slumber.
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A large crack split the skies, filling the empty black spaces with a brilliant white light. The mist seemed to shriek in terror, dispersing in all directions to reveal what used to be human. What had once been flesh was now unbreakable crystal that pulsed with an eerie light from some source of power far within it's gems. Spindel shielded his eyes from the light to see what could disturb his deep slumber.
Above him, a large white panel had been removed from the skies. Fear crept into his bones as large, clawed fingers gripped the side of the opening as if to pull it wider. The fingers were followed by an old, gnarled hand and behind that, a wrinkly arm. The hand descended on the terrified boy, enclosing him in it's grasp and pulling him away from his sanctuary.
"No!" He screamed. "No! Please don't take me! I don't want to leave!" But his cries were unanswered as the hand carried him from his prison into the world beyond.
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"Hmmm, he seems a little half-baked. Don't you think so Zarongel?"
"Yes but we've run out of time. He had to come out of stasis now or we're all doomed."
"Yeah but do you think what we left him is enough? I mean it's not even-"
"Shhh, he's waking up!"
Spindel awoke to the voices. His eyes fluttered, desperate to catch sight of life that wasn't his own. Instead however, his gaze was met by an empty room adorned with millions of pulsing crystals and a floor completely made of gemstones. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. His hand flew to his mouth to catch an oncoming yawn when he was surprised to find interference. He turned to the nearest crystal and for the first time in god knows how long, did not behold his own reflection. Though half of it was him, the other was completely crystallized. He touched his cheeks in amazement as the crystals shrunk back into his face, revealing soft, pale skin underneath.
Turning back to the chamber he'd previously been in, all that remained was a large white gemstone. The entrance was a perfect square, as if it had been cut out with power tools. The inside was nothing different from the outside. Smooth, round and empty all except for one tiny detail. A small stone sitting in the bottom of the pod. The stone glowed with a bright light, constantly changing colors like the fog in his dreams. Without a second thought, Spindel picked up the stone.
Knowledge forced itself into his skull. The memories of his past all became clear like he had lived them yesterday and the future suddenly became clear. A girl named Evangeline, a wedding, three children, his deathbed, these images flew past him as the torrent continued. His arm began to change colors spasmodically, going from red to blue to red to green to yellow to blue.
He knew what they were and he knew what he was. a Gemwraith. One who is one with the crystals.
And as soon as it began, it ended, the now pasty grey gem falling lifelessly to the ground. Spindel slouched to the ground, placed his back on a very warm red crystal and began to cry. Everyone he had loved was dead. Anyone who had loved him was dead. The entire world could be dead and he wouldn't know because he was trapped in this god forsaken cave!
Wiping his tears away, Spindel walked silently to the only wall in the room not covered in crystals. A large carving of a doorway was set into the stone but with no visible handles. Drawing his armor-clad fist back, the wall shook under the impact of his blow but gave no sign of giving. He tried again. And again. And again. He tried until he couldn't stand. But that didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but one thing.
He was going to escape from this cave.
The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland
When the masked man returned to the fight with the pest Ivan smiled. He wasn't carrying the girl anymore, so he presumed he had managed to bring her to a healer, it was a far more pleasant presumption than the other possibilities. He even brought a helping hand, a ghost perhaps? The monkey had been vital in Ivan safe, otherwise at the very least wouldn't have been able to keep those storms up. The man dug a hole, deep and large enough to swallow the rat, which he presumed was exactly what the man was planning to do. How exactly he was planning to get the rat in the hole however wasn't exactly clear. Of course between the man and the monkey they should have enough muscle to just grab it and trow it in, but with what lived on the fur of that rat he wasn't sure if it was a wise idea to grab onto it.
The man however seemed to have an answer to this problem, taking a mud bath not unlike how swines and pigs deal with parasites. As the man walked towards the storm it seemed he was ready to spring his trap, now Ivan just needed to clear away the storm. He drew a stream of the crystals from the storm towards himself, slowly dissipating the storm and revealing the rat within. He also drew the storm around himself in and combined the dust into a couple of crystals that together could fit in the palm of his hand.
It was only then that his arm muscles began to ache and he felt lightheaded. When he was controlling the storms he already realised that he was overexerting himself, but only now that he couldn't feel that bright strenght within himself anymore he could feel just how far beyond he had gone. In the arrogance of his newfound knowledge he had forgotten that he wasn't a battlemage, and a bit of knowledge wouldn't change the fact that he wasn't trained in prolonged usage of his powers.
It was now up to the monkey, the masked man and the swordwielding ghost to trap what was left of the rat.
The man however seemed to have an answer to this problem, taking a mud bath not unlike how swines and pigs deal with parasites. As the man walked towards the storm it seemed he was ready to spring his trap, now Ivan just needed to clear away the storm. He drew a stream of the crystals from the storm towards himself, slowly dissipating the storm and revealing the rat within. He also drew the storm around himself in and combined the dust into a couple of crystals that together could fit in the palm of his hand.
It was only then that his arm muscles began to ache and he felt lightheaded. When he was controlling the storms he already realised that he was overexerting himself, but only now that he couldn't feel that bright strenght within himself anymore he could feel just how far beyond he had gone. In the arrogance of his newfound knowledge he had forgotten that he wasn't a battlemage, and a bit of knowledge wouldn't change the fact that he wasn't trained in prolonged usage of his powers.
It was now up to the monkey, the masked man and the swordwielding ghost to trap what was left of the rat.
The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden
Irina was having the time of her life. Tearing the enemies apart with a mixture of quick lashes of the whip, and nigh endless streams of dark energy. She didn't even really need to use curses for this - just her dark magic was enough. She knelt back to dodge a sword, in time to wrap her whip around the sword and send tendrils of dark magic to choke that monster to death. The next instant, she wrenched hard on the tentacles, propelling her forward into the air, before throwing it at some more that were approaching. Finding herself a small amount of space to breathe, the rebel stopped to catch her breath, before sending a few clicks to get a bearing on the situation. She sensed two figures descending, a spear being propelled towards a lot of flame - presumably her brother - and a strange tickling at her passive darkness field, making her wonder if magic was nearing. Times like this, it'd be nice to be able to see. Echolocation was good - but lacked what vision offered. Regardless, it wasn't the time to think of such stupidity. She had shit to kill.
Apparently, the two beings were... fliterers, if her brother was to be believed. She aimed a derisive glance at the two, amidst the battle, with a bit of a shrug. "How romantic, flirting in a fight! Yeah, I can get on that." She then turned her attention back to killing, refusing to think of it any further.
As she weaved through the battlefield, she could sense more and more fire; more things burning into nothing. Honestly, she thought, it was the epitome of reckless, and this is coming from a near blind fighter. Niko really had no finesse when it came to battle, simply rushing in with acrobatics and trying to light as many things on fire as possible. It was silly - but - yeah, honestly, that's it. And this is from a more or less neutral stance, not even taking into account the intense dislike she felt for her brother.
"Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, quickly approaching. Irina frowned bitterly, clenching.
"You're the idiot!" She retorted fiercely. "All this damn fire - you could fuck up allies like this, or even me if I were stupider! Seriously, Niko, you're a fucking retard and I-"
As she took a step back, she felt herself bumping into a hard, metallic surface. That alone shocked her severely, making her lost her trail of thought. A physical object she couldn't sense? Irina focused on her terrible eyesight, but could only make out the vaguest hints of blurs and colors, irritating her mind further. How could she fight something she couldn't sense? What the hell could she do? Still, it dawned on her that this was what Niko was most likely referring to - and that pissed her off even more. Why did he think she needed the help? If she.. focused harder, she could sense the thing, right? She'd have spotted it eventually!
"Fuck." Irina spat, as she took a rather strong hit to the side, distracted. The girl hissed as blood started leaking - but whatever, it was temporary, she'd deal with it somehow. Still, it seemed stupid things were happening. Maybe they were getting into something bigger than they thought. Not out of worry or kindness or anything, Irina started murmuring quietly. "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, ira kha'reshii xil'na!" The curse spun through the air until it reached the target - Niko - and her brother was granted with a 'Sense Loss Curse'. In this specific case, it blocked out his pain reactors, allowing him to fight harder with less worry for his own form. She quickly did another one - "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, hald ha-sen menashi xil'na!", granting him almost hypersensitive awareness of the battlefield.
Who said curses were only negative? Irina grimaced as she sent several powerful blasts of dark magic at the armored thing that was behind her - or at least, where she last estimated it to be. Fighting something she couldn't tell the location of was seriously going to be a hassle. But she didn't dare lose in front of her brother. Being looked down upon - seen as weak, vulnerable, to be fucking protected, - screw all that shit. She was fine. She was strong. She could win. She had to win. She was getting tired, to be honest - her body starting to slow down, but fuck. Losing wasn't an option.
But fuck did that slash hurt. She could stand for maybe a few more minutes.
Apparently, the two beings were... fliterers, if her brother was to be believed. She aimed a derisive glance at the two, amidst the battle, with a bit of a shrug. "How romantic, flirting in a fight! Yeah, I can get on that." She then turned her attention back to killing, refusing to think of it any further.
As she weaved through the battlefield, she could sense more and more fire; more things burning into nothing. Honestly, she thought, it was the epitome of reckless, and this is coming from a near blind fighter. Niko really had no finesse when it came to battle, simply rushing in with acrobatics and trying to light as many things on fire as possible. It was silly - but - yeah, honestly, that's it. And this is from a more or less neutral stance, not even taking into account the intense dislike she felt for her brother.
"Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, quickly approaching. Irina frowned bitterly, clenching.
"You're the idiot!" She retorted fiercely. "All this damn fire - you could fuck up allies like this, or even me if I were stupider! Seriously, Niko, you're a fucking retard and I-"
As she took a step back, she felt herself bumping into a hard, metallic surface. That alone shocked her severely, making her lost her trail of thought. A physical object she couldn't sense? Irina focused on her terrible eyesight, but could only make out the vaguest hints of blurs and colors, irritating her mind further. How could she fight something she couldn't sense? What the hell could she do? Still, it dawned on her that this was what Niko was most likely referring to - and that pissed her off even more. Why did he think she needed the help? If she.. focused harder, she could sense the thing, right? She'd have spotted it eventually!
"Fuck." Irina spat, as she took a rather strong hit to the side, distracted. The girl hissed as blood started leaking - but whatever, it was temporary, she'd deal with it somehow. Still, it seemed stupid things were happening. Maybe they were getting into something bigger than they thought. Not out of worry or kindness or anything, Irina started murmuring quietly. "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, ira kha'reshii xil'na!" The curse spun through the air until it reached the target - Niko - and her brother was granted with a 'Sense Loss Curse'. In this specific case, it blocked out his pain reactors, allowing him to fight harder with less worry for his own form. She quickly did another one - "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, hald ha-sen menashi xil'na!", granting him almost hypersensitive awareness of the battlefield.
Who said curses were only negative? Irina grimaced as she sent several powerful blasts of dark magic at the armored thing that was behind her - or at least, where she last estimated it to be. Fighting something she couldn't tell the location of was seriously going to be a hassle. But she didn't dare lose in front of her brother. Being looked down upon - seen as weak, vulnerable, to be fucking protected, - screw all that shit. She was fine. She was strong. She could win. She had to win. She was getting tired, to be honest - her body starting to slow down, but fuck. Losing wasn't an option.
But fuck did that slash hurt. She could stand for maybe a few more minutes.
The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland
Pestel
Pestel had been happily dancing, minding his own business whilst he directed the swarms of corrupting insects and his little marching army. When someone decided to try and freeze him and ruin the fun, he simply sat in there moping for awhile, his cloud of pestilence making sure he had plenty of space. His fur keeping him warm along with various high fever inducing diseases he'd procured over the years, the sound of a shovel was in the background and his fingers tapped rapidly against his naked fur. He was getting bored, when were they actually going to try something? The rat finally felt the storm of ice or whatever it may be stop coming and he smirked and licked his teeth around the edges of his mouth, tasting the familiar dead flesh and giggling to himself.
Pestel was going to make things fun for himself, he put down the mace and began to dig downwards, a green ooze excreting from all across his body and coating the areas which his claws struck to stop the mud from tumbling inwards. The Plague Rat dug at a quick rate and soon sat in a small cubby hole below the mage who had attempted to freeze him, his nose twitching and sniffing quickly to make absolutely certain. He began to hum a tune in his head, flicking his head back and forth whilst he again orchestrated using his glowing mace. He would wait until his disappearance was discovered and then bite off the fools foot, he licked his lips happily and found it hard not to attack early with his giddyness. Things were going to be fun!
KH4.Z1X
The metallic being stood silently behind his bait, watching as the baits partner started to call out and warn her as he headed through the fray to meet head on against the hunter. He had a 90% chance of being obliterated, and a 5% chance of simply being crushed, The hunter didn't bother discerning what miniscule percentage his prey had of succeeding under a hefty manifest of circumstances, instead he waited and waited. His bait wasn't listening to the prey, she too was foolish and childish but she had her uses even if minimal.
His glowing eyes watched after she pronounced her words, the flow of mana careening through the air to penetrate the prey's soul and re-aligning his biological structure. His nerve endings were cut off and his brain became hyper-active in its retrieval of data from the senses despite the lack of nerves, it was a strange and inefficient method however if they were going to be playing with re-alignment then he would show them true efficiency. After the blind bait collided with him she let her guard down, taking a swipe from a nearby husk which he swiftly executed with a snap of his elbow into the monstrosity's face. It was a warning to the others not to interfere with his prey and he would repay Apex ten fold for the transgression.
Several loud metallic whirs echoed along with various hisses. His armor slowly changing colours as hexagons of red began to spread across his form, uninterrupted by the darkness that failed to scratch the surface of his defense. A cloud of steam bellowed out from his joints and encompassed him until it eventually settled into a thick aura, his feet were finally swallowed by the red along with the rest and his transformation was complete. The hunters feet heated the sand beneath him into glass, every step he took towards the prey burning a small pit below him, he was tempted to kill the bait after all she had out-lived her purpose. Instead he settled for flashing to her side, one arm raised to her as a single whir sounded before a concentrated blast of steam burst forth from his palm, flashing away again immediately after and landing in front of his true prey.
The Partner whom had received the alignment. The Hunter raised both arms above his head and receded the claws of plasma into his gauntlets, daring his prey to attack, either they would attack him or he would attack them.
Pestel had been happily dancing, minding his own business whilst he directed the swarms of corrupting insects and his little marching army. When someone decided to try and freeze him and ruin the fun, he simply sat in there moping for awhile, his cloud of pestilence making sure he had plenty of space. His fur keeping him warm along with various high fever inducing diseases he'd procured over the years, the sound of a shovel was in the background and his fingers tapped rapidly against his naked fur. He was getting bored, when were they actually going to try something? The rat finally felt the storm of ice or whatever it may be stop coming and he smirked and licked his teeth around the edges of his mouth, tasting the familiar dead flesh and giggling to himself.
Pestel was going to make things fun for himself, he put down the mace and began to dig downwards, a green ooze excreting from all across his body and coating the areas which his claws struck to stop the mud from tumbling inwards. The Plague Rat dug at a quick rate and soon sat in a small cubby hole below the mage who had attempted to freeze him, his nose twitching and sniffing quickly to make absolutely certain. He began to hum a tune in his head, flicking his head back and forth whilst he again orchestrated using his glowing mace. He would wait until his disappearance was discovered and then bite off the fools foot, he licked his lips happily and found it hard not to attack early with his giddyness. Things were going to be fun!
KH4.Z1X
The metallic being stood silently behind his bait, watching as the baits partner started to call out and warn her as he headed through the fray to meet head on against the hunter. He had a 90% chance of being obliterated, and a 5% chance of simply being crushed, The hunter didn't bother discerning what miniscule percentage his prey had of succeeding under a hefty manifest of circumstances, instead he waited and waited. His bait wasn't listening to the prey, she too was foolish and childish but she had her uses even if minimal.
His glowing eyes watched after she pronounced her words, the flow of mana careening through the air to penetrate the prey's soul and re-aligning his biological structure. His nerve endings were cut off and his brain became hyper-active in its retrieval of data from the senses despite the lack of nerves, it was a strange and inefficient method however if they were going to be playing with re-alignment then he would show them true efficiency. After the blind bait collided with him she let her guard down, taking a swipe from a nearby husk which he swiftly executed with a snap of his elbow into the monstrosity's face. It was a warning to the others not to interfere with his prey and he would repay Apex ten fold for the transgression.
Several loud metallic whirs echoed along with various hisses. His armor slowly changing colours as hexagons of red began to spread across his form, uninterrupted by the darkness that failed to scratch the surface of his defense. A cloud of steam bellowed out from his joints and encompassed him until it eventually settled into a thick aura, his feet were finally swallowed by the red along with the rest and his transformation was complete. The hunters feet heated the sand beneath him into glass, every step he took towards the prey burning a small pit below him, he was tempted to kill the bait after all she had out-lived her purpose. Instead he settled for flashing to her side, one arm raised to her as a single whir sounded before a concentrated blast of steam burst forth from his palm, flashing away again immediately after and landing in front of his true prey.
The Partner whom had received the alignment. The Hunter raised both arms above his head and receded the claws of plasma into his gauntlets, daring his prey to attack, either they would attack him or he would attack them.
"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence."
The spirit questioned his methods, doubting him to some extent. The truth of the matter was that not even he fully understood what he was getting himself into. He didn't even get the introductory speech to inform him that he was competing to join the nameless. All he knew was that one moment he was back in Sed burying the dead and the next moment he was standing in some massive architecture filled with death traps, now he was here doing battle with Torch Bringer only knows what.
He stood by his comrades, the ghost girl taking a combat stance and the ape person fighting off the shadow warriors while the winds of the magus's ice storm started to die. This was it. The three of them standing against a living pestilence which needed to be stopped here and now. Only, there was nothing there. The only remaining evidence of the creature was a hole in the ground coated in some form of green slime.
Stepping forward onto the cold earth he knelt down and gently touched the fluid with the very tip of his glove. It wasn't corrosive luckily. It was rather reminiscent of a snails mucus, acting as a mild adhesive to hold the earth together as it dug down. Judging by the slant of the tunnel he could tell it was in the general direction of the magus. This wasn't good.
It was a risk without a doubt but nobody else could fare better than he in this circumstance. He was completely sealed from the outside world within his suit for the exact purpose of dealing with disease on a constant basis. This was his burden to bear, no one else's. With that thought in mind he took out a leather strap from underneath his cloak and tethered his shovel to himself. This hole was not so small that he could not fit in as the rat was rather large and thick indeed, having to drag it's mace in there would not have permitted a hole smaller than a human could crawl into. He got on his hands and knees and began
the dark descent.
It did not take Pravus very long at all to reach his destination. After all, nothing short of a rock wurm could dig faster than a man could crawl. The hole was too dark for him to even see but he didn't care. With the space being so limited there was little else for the beast to be other than directly in front of him. He heard a strange feverish humming ahead of him. Whatever this thing was it was biding it's time. The illumination provided by it's mace dispelled the darkness of this tunnel, allowing him to see the unnatural aberration in the flesh. He knew that if he could see the creature then logically it could see him too. He wasted no time given the urgency of this situation
This was it, the battle between monsters had begun. Springing into action Pravus leapt forth, reaching with both hands to grab the mace and attempt to wrench it out of the creatures grasp. If he could disarm this horrible thing of it's weapon then he had relative faith that his chain mail could endure it's claws and teeth, allowing him to resort to plan B. Plan B was a bit more of a shot in the dark but given the rats endurance and ability to dig he saw few other options.
The spirit questioned his methods, doubting him to some extent. The truth of the matter was that not even he fully understood what he was getting himself into. He didn't even get the introductory speech to inform him that he was competing to join the nameless. All he knew was that one moment he was back in Sed burying the dead and the next moment he was standing in some massive architecture filled with death traps, now he was here doing battle with Torch Bringer only knows what.
He stood by his comrades, the ghost girl taking a combat stance and the ape person fighting off the shadow warriors while the winds of the magus's ice storm started to die. This was it. The three of them standing against a living pestilence which needed to be stopped here and now. Only, there was nothing there. The only remaining evidence of the creature was a hole in the ground coated in some form of green slime.
Stepping forward onto the cold earth he knelt down and gently touched the fluid with the very tip of his glove. It wasn't corrosive luckily. It was rather reminiscent of a snails mucus, acting as a mild adhesive to hold the earth together as it dug down. Judging by the slant of the tunnel he could tell it was in the general direction of the magus. This wasn't good.
It was a risk without a doubt but nobody else could fare better than he in this circumstance. He was completely sealed from the outside world within his suit for the exact purpose of dealing with disease on a constant basis. This was his burden to bear, no one else's. With that thought in mind he took out a leather strap from underneath his cloak and tethered his shovel to himself. This hole was not so small that he could not fit in as the rat was rather large and thick indeed, having to drag it's mace in there would not have permitted a hole smaller than a human could crawl into. He got on his hands and knees and began
the dark descent.
It did not take Pravus very long at all to reach his destination. After all, nothing short of a rock wurm could dig faster than a man could crawl. The hole was too dark for him to even see but he didn't care. With the space being so limited there was little else for the beast to be other than directly in front of him. He heard a strange feverish humming ahead of him. Whatever this thing was it was biding it's time. The illumination provided by it's mace dispelled the darkness of this tunnel, allowing him to see the unnatural aberration in the flesh. He knew that if he could see the creature then logically it could see him too. He wasted no time given the urgency of this situation
This was it, the battle between monsters had begun. Springing into action Pravus leapt forth, reaching with both hands to grab the mace and attempt to wrench it out of the creatures grasp. If he could disarm this horrible thing of it's weapon then he had relative faith that his chain mail could endure it's claws and teeth, allowing him to resort to plan B. Plan B was a bit more of a shot in the dark but given the rats endurance and ability to dig he saw few other options.
A stray husk had thrown a spear at Myon, who had left her stance to look at the hole in which her partner climbed down. The spear, of course, went right through her and into the hole's wall causing it to cave in.
"Oh my! You thought that would hit me? Sorry to say but, I am currently dead already. You however, are not. Goodbye!"
With that, she 'sank' into the ground using her ghostly intangibility. The husk, blew up in a ball of light. Myon quickly found her partner underground. She needn't say anything as her presence dropped the temperature quite a bit. So it was obvious a spirit was present. Luckily, Myon can send her thoughts to people in close proximity. That is how she talks really. Her mouth never moves. People just hear what she thinks..if she wants them to anyway.
"Hello mister grave digger! It is Myon. I am currently underneath you so I apologize for the cold. I know you can't talk but, tap once for yes and twice for no. Should I go ahead and cut of the r-rat's path?"
While Myon experienced being inside a wall of dirt, Aera was just waking up back with the others. She woke up suddenly, and realized she was being carried. She went to reach for her sword but found they were missing. With that, she jumped out of the thing's arms and bolted to where she was laid down. She could care less about Hakuroken, the short blade. It was the longer blade which meant everything to her. It was her Master's family heirloom he gave to her. She couldn't bear losing it.
Spotting both her sword, but only caring about the one, she quickened her pace and picked them up. After re-attaching them to her person, Aera looked at the lady who was healing the others. She had to remember to thank her later. With a loud boom and a mini-shock wave, Aera ran to the area where she sensed Myon is at. Being as oblivious as she is, she had no idea what her little sound barrier breaking run did in terms of nearly deafening those near her when she broke it. Nor did she realize the repercussions of the shock wave itself.
She could sense the familiar life force of the grave digger below her and a sickeningly green aura of evil just ahead of him. Guessing that was the rat Myon screamed about, she planned out where the rat was heading and thus picked up the very same spear that passed through Myon. She stood ready to attack the rat from above.
"Oh my! You thought that would hit me? Sorry to say but, I am currently dead already. You however, are not. Goodbye!"
With that, she 'sank' into the ground using her ghostly intangibility. The husk, blew up in a ball of light. Myon quickly found her partner underground. She needn't say anything as her presence dropped the temperature quite a bit. So it was obvious a spirit was present. Luckily, Myon can send her thoughts to people in close proximity. That is how she talks really. Her mouth never moves. People just hear what she thinks..if she wants them to anyway.
"Hello mister grave digger! It is Myon. I am currently underneath you so I apologize for the cold. I know you can't talk but, tap once for yes and twice for no. Should I go ahead and cut of the r-rat's path?"
While Myon experienced being inside a wall of dirt, Aera was just waking up back with the others. She woke up suddenly, and realized she was being carried. She went to reach for her sword but found they were missing. With that, she jumped out of the thing's arms and bolted to where she was laid down. She could care less about Hakuroken, the short blade. It was the longer blade which meant everything to her. It was her Master's family heirloom he gave to her. She couldn't bear losing it.
Spotting both her sword, but only caring about the one, she quickened her pace and picked them up. After re-attaching them to her person, Aera looked at the lady who was healing the others. She had to remember to thank her later. With a loud boom and a mini-shock wave, Aera ran to the area where she sensed Myon is at. Being as oblivious as she is, she had no idea what her little sound barrier breaking run did in terms of nearly deafening those near her when she broke it. Nor did she realize the repercussions of the shock wave itself.
She could sense the familiar life force of the grave digger below her and a sickeningly green aura of evil just ahead of him. Guessing that was the rat Myon screamed about, she planned out where the rat was heading and thus picked up the very same spear that passed through Myon. She stood ready to attack the rat from above.
The rat was gone, and the masked man after it. Tiotio had no intention of going underground. Maybe if the rat had climbed a tree she would follow it, but the confining space of a muddy hole would be a poor place for a Vanara.
The strange ghostly girl that had for a moment stood beside her had also vanished, leaving her alone against the soldiers. While she was not at risk yet of being overrun, the exertion of battle wore on her, and she suffered more injuries, slashes and hits that left her limbs slightly weaker.
A girl, the one she'd thought struck down, returned as Tiotio jabbed her bo into the neck of a soldier, crushing its windpipe. It dropped to the ground, but another was in it's place in a heartbeat. If they could not bring down this rat soon, they would have to retreat back to the main line of the Nameless.
She yelled to the man who’d been throwing magical attacks at the beast - “Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?”
The strange ghostly girl that had for a moment stood beside her had also vanished, leaving her alone against the soldiers. While she was not at risk yet of being overrun, the exertion of battle wore on her, and she suffered more injuries, slashes and hits that left her limbs slightly weaker.
A girl, the one she'd thought struck down, returned as Tiotio jabbed her bo into the neck of a soldier, crushing its windpipe. It dropped to the ground, but another was in it's place in a heartbeat. If they could not bring down this rat soon, they would have to retreat back to the main line of the Nameless.
She yelled to the man who’d been throwing magical attacks at the beast - “Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?”
River raised a quizzical brow at her words "Etchelion?, Care to explain that one to me fair goddess?" He teased, a small grin broke across his features as she seemed to list through everything he had done so far, nodding and feeling assured when she mentioned the last two on the list were simply to save her life. Of course they had been, he hadn't done it simply because he wanted to, or because he felt great attraction towards her, he was saving a life, wasn't he?
He barely noticed as he slowly drifted back to earth, following her without a thought just to keep them in his arms. Until he heard the roar of the battlefield he was entirely unaware of the ground beneath his feet, she asked his name and for a mere moment as he allowed his eyes to fully grace her perfectly body as if sculpted by the gods, he forgot. For a moment a rosy colour filled his cheeks until eventually his brain began functioning again and he squeezed her tight to him,placing a light hand upon her chin whilst the other coiled about her lithe waist.
"I am River, and if that's an offer then I accept." His lips brushed against her cheek before he began to release her, just as a spear rocketed between them in the miniscule space between. It had not been intended for them, as such an accurate throw would not have missed by the miniscule breadth between the pair had it not been intentional. His focus finally snapped from the marble goddess before him, scanning the horizon quickly and in a panic to see the battlefield a flame, the feeling of the shattered spire The Rabbit lay broken in finally assaulting his senses and leaving him cringing and on his knees. His hands pressed to his ears to silence the horrifying echoing roar, it felt like a dog whistle was being blown into his ear and it wouldn't relent. He had not heard what she had said, nor even seen her mouth move.
Eventually it began to subside whilst he regained control of his own senses, he stood slowly and pressed a hand against the nearest spine. A glow rushed through his arm and the veins stood out near bursting point until finally the forest began to shrink, slamming into the ground from whence they appeared and leaving the battle-field open once more, any shards or smaller pieces of ice laying about or embedded in The Rabbit leaving with them.
His Strength began to return and he offered a smile to Keres as he huffed from the brief exertion. The Incubus took off the slightly blood-stained shirt he wore and began to tear it up quickly, leaning forward without explanation and pressing close against her, the sapphire slowly burning away into pure crimson with an almost blood like quality as he stared deeply into her eyes. Suddenly however he broke away and flexed his wings, she would find all the minor wounds that had afflicted her were bound in the cloth of his shirt with a small piece left over in her palms just in case the blood flowed again.
"If I can't find you again, meet me under the clock-tower in Kerris in a days time, otherwise I'll just have to hunt you down." He half-joked with a teasing wink turning and bending his legs, his necklace jingling as it bounced off his tensed chest and the wings behind him fanned in the air preparing to propel him into the battlefield towards some kind of metal monster that the flame trail had been heading towards.
However he found himself pausing, where had Kaula gone? He couldn't find her in the battleground and The Husks had come through the spires whilst he'd been in the air, frantically his eyes began to scan the grounds for any sign of her, if she had died due to his flirting. The Incubus swore he would never flirt again.
He barely noticed as he slowly drifted back to earth, following her without a thought just to keep them in his arms. Until he heard the roar of the battlefield he was entirely unaware of the ground beneath his feet, she asked his name and for a mere moment as he allowed his eyes to fully grace her perfectly body as if sculpted by the gods, he forgot. For a moment a rosy colour filled his cheeks until eventually his brain began functioning again and he squeezed her tight to him,placing a light hand upon her chin whilst the other coiled about her lithe waist.
"I am River, and if that's an offer then I accept." His lips brushed against her cheek before he began to release her, just as a spear rocketed between them in the miniscule space between. It had not been intended for them, as such an accurate throw would not have missed by the miniscule breadth between the pair had it not been intentional. His focus finally snapped from the marble goddess before him, scanning the horizon quickly and in a panic to see the battlefield a flame, the feeling of the shattered spire The Rabbit lay broken in finally assaulting his senses and leaving him cringing and on his knees. His hands pressed to his ears to silence the horrifying echoing roar, it felt like a dog whistle was being blown into his ear and it wouldn't relent. He had not heard what she had said, nor even seen her mouth move.
Eventually it began to subside whilst he regained control of his own senses, he stood slowly and pressed a hand against the nearest spine. A glow rushed through his arm and the veins stood out near bursting point until finally the forest began to shrink, slamming into the ground from whence they appeared and leaving the battle-field open once more, any shards or smaller pieces of ice laying about or embedded in The Rabbit leaving with them.
His Strength began to return and he offered a smile to Keres as he huffed from the brief exertion. The Incubus took off the slightly blood-stained shirt he wore and began to tear it up quickly, leaning forward without explanation and pressing close against her, the sapphire slowly burning away into pure crimson with an almost blood like quality as he stared deeply into her eyes. Suddenly however he broke away and flexed his wings, she would find all the minor wounds that had afflicted her were bound in the cloth of his shirt with a small piece left over in her palms just in case the blood flowed again.
"If I can't find you again, meet me under the clock-tower in Kerris in a days time, otherwise I'll just have to hunt you down." He half-joked with a teasing wink turning and bending his legs, his necklace jingling as it bounced off his tensed chest and the wings behind him fanned in the air preparing to propel him into the battlefield towards some kind of metal monster that the flame trail had been heading towards.
However he found himself pausing, where had Kaula gone? He couldn't find her in the battleground and The Husks had come through the spires whilst he'd been in the air, frantically his eyes began to scan the grounds for any sign of her, if she had died due to his flirting. The Incubus swore he would never flirt again.
To Ivan's surprise the rat was gone, down into the ground. A hole where his storm had raged. Had everything he had done been for nothing? No, perhaps not, he had forced that rat into the ground. But this meant it could be anywhere. He had been standing still for most of the time, which meant that if it was planning to attack anyone from below he was the most likely target. Moving might give away his position through vibrations in the ground, but those would be dampened by the muddy ground. Not to mention the vibrations from his movements would be unfindable in the chaos of battle. He ran a few meters back and looked at where he stood and the entrance of the hole.
The masked man jumped in, obviously the one with a plague suit and a shovel would be the best advisary for a pestulent rat in the ground. The ghost showed it's nature as a spear flew straight through it's body, collapsing the entrance of the hole. It then mocked the husk that had trown it and went underground as the husk blew up. Of course the man could dig his way out with the shovel, so that closed exit wouldn't be too much of an issue, perhaps maybe oxygen if they stayed in there too long. If that were to be the case he could probably open up the hole... Probably.
Then the girl who the masked man had carried into safety returned, and not unarmed. He felt like it was kind of her fault he was in this mess now, but then again it was as much his fault, he didn't have to engage with that rat. He could have stayed behind the lines casting some long range spells, picking off husks as they engaged with others. But that wasn't something for the here and now, that was for the next battle, if he were to survive this one. He noticed the girl had taken the spear from the caved in entrance and was positioned with the spear aimed at the ground, like she was fishing, probably was for a big dity rat. Seems she has an idea where it was.
“Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?” The monkey yelled at Ivan. Of course she had been fending off husk after husk as they tried to deal with the rat, would probably only be a matter of time before it couldn't hold them off anymore and they were forced to retreat or get slaughtered. "Unfortunatly, I can do neither." He yelled back as he narrowly dodged a swing from a morning star. He raised his arms clenching his teeth through the pain. A bolt of lightning shot from his palms and into the morning star limping the husk on his right side as the electricity passed through the body and into the wet ground. The husk fell to the ground as his right leg caved under the electrical disturbance. Whatever he had done and was doing to his arms in terms of damage was not important, if he didn't raise a hand in his defence he would not leave this place alive. He kicked the shield out of the husks left hand, breaking a few of it's fingers in the process and picked it up.
Having aquired some form of defence made him feel a bit more secure, but he still had to fight with every ounce of his will to keep his arms moving. He turned to the girl and said: "You know where that rat is, don't you? If you can give me a pinpoint of where it is, I might be able to do something." Ivan had an idea, but it would only work if he knew exactly where the rat was. Fire, water, ice, none had worked, but perhaps this would.
The masked man jumped in, obviously the one with a plague suit and a shovel would be the best advisary for a pestulent rat in the ground. The ghost showed it's nature as a spear flew straight through it's body, collapsing the entrance of the hole. It then mocked the husk that had trown it and went underground as the husk blew up. Of course the man could dig his way out with the shovel, so that closed exit wouldn't be too much of an issue, perhaps maybe oxygen if they stayed in there too long. If that were to be the case he could probably open up the hole... Probably.
Then the girl who the masked man had carried into safety returned, and not unarmed. He felt like it was kind of her fault he was in this mess now, but then again it was as much his fault, he didn't have to engage with that rat. He could have stayed behind the lines casting some long range spells, picking off husks as they engaged with others. But that wasn't something for the here and now, that was for the next battle, if he were to survive this one. He noticed the girl had taken the spear from the caved in entrance and was positioned with the spear aimed at the ground, like she was fishing, probably was for a big dity rat. Seems she has an idea where it was.
“Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?” The monkey yelled at Ivan. Of course she had been fending off husk after husk as they tried to deal with the rat, would probably only be a matter of time before it couldn't hold them off anymore and they were forced to retreat or get slaughtered. "Unfortunatly, I can do neither." He yelled back as he narrowly dodged a swing from a morning star. He raised his arms clenching his teeth through the pain. A bolt of lightning shot from his palms and into the morning star limping the husk on his right side as the electricity passed through the body and into the wet ground. The husk fell to the ground as his right leg caved under the electrical disturbance. Whatever he had done and was doing to his arms in terms of damage was not important, if he didn't raise a hand in his defence he would not leave this place alive. He kicked the shield out of the husks left hand, breaking a few of it's fingers in the process and picked it up.
Having aquired some form of defence made him feel a bit more secure, but he still had to fight with every ounce of his will to keep his arms moving. He turned to the girl and said: "You know where that rat is, don't you? If you can give me a pinpoint of where it is, I might be able to do something." Ivan had an idea, but it would only work if he knew exactly where the rat was. Fire, water, ice, none had worked, but perhaps this would.
"I can't give a pinpoint location. I can see auras and sense life forces. All I can tell you is the general location.... I don't intend to kill it, instead I'm going to maim it. If I get lucky and kill it, then whatever. My name is Aera by the way."
Aera was staring at the ground intensely, her eyes were no longer their usual stormy grey. Instead, they became scarlet in colour, almost like blood. She was focusing her spiritual energy so as to see the auras and life forces of those in her line of vision. She couldn't maintain it for long as she runs the risk of going blind. She noticed the green aura had stopped moving right underneath her. Maybe the rat had heard what the magic man had said and is trying to get Aera in the line of fire? With that in mind, she needed to tell the Ivan her plan but didn't want the rat to hear.
Aera had closed her eyes for a few seconds before reopening them. Then Aera's other half ,Myon, suddenly came up from the ground. The ghost floated to Ivan and began her usual semi-telepathic way of talking.
"Hello, Mistress Aera says the rat is currently underneath her feet. She has an idea she wanted to run by you. Would you be able to channel your magic through the spear so that when Mistress strikes, the magic hits first to weaken and then the spear hits during the weakness. If you are unable to do so, Mistress will strike first so that the rat surfaces allowing you to strike it."
It must have been strange for Ivan, to have a ghost speak in his mind. Myon, having finished her messenger job, waited for an answer. She was waiting for Ivan to say his answer in his mind.
Aera noticed Pravus's armour won't let her see his aura but she could sense his life force getting closer to the rat. She hoped his armour can stand whatever magic that Ivan is gonna dish out.
Aera was staring at the ground intensely, her eyes were no longer their usual stormy grey. Instead, they became scarlet in colour, almost like blood. She was focusing her spiritual energy so as to see the auras and life forces of those in her line of vision. She couldn't maintain it for long as she runs the risk of going blind. She noticed the green aura had stopped moving right underneath her. Maybe the rat had heard what the magic man had said and is trying to get Aera in the line of fire? With that in mind, she needed to tell the Ivan her plan but didn't want the rat to hear.
Aera had closed her eyes for a few seconds before reopening them. Then Aera's other half ,Myon, suddenly came up from the ground. The ghost floated to Ivan and began her usual semi-telepathic way of talking.
"Hello, Mistress Aera says the rat is currently underneath her feet. She has an idea she wanted to run by you. Would you be able to channel your magic through the spear so that when Mistress strikes, the magic hits first to weaken and then the spear hits during the weakness. If you are unable to do so, Mistress will strike first so that the rat surfaces allowing you to strike it."
It must have been strange for Ivan, to have a ghost speak in his mind. Myon, having finished her messenger job, waited for an answer. She was waiting for Ivan to say his answer in his mind.
Aera noticed Pravus's armour won't let her see his aura but she could sense his life force getting closer to the rat. She hoped his armour can stand whatever magic that Ivan is gonna dish out.
"Kaula you should head back and find the others, The Black Rabbit lady and the rest of The Nameless or whoever are probably only just making their way into the hordes to keep the innocents safe, I'll take care of things here." River said quickly then rushed over to the aid of a woman.
Kaula threw up her hand and scoffed. "Insufferable." She said turning to toward the many a husks that were still charging ahead. She turned to alert River and frowned she saw him in a deep embrace with the woman he was assisting. "You have got-ugh, men." She said rolling her eyes. she couldn't believe, all hell was breaking loose, and he's trying to bed an injured woman, only after completely blowing her off, after a century or two of being gone. He just up and left without a word and so, one what in the name of Lezaza was he even doing here and why was he with this woman, when they were still...when he left. Then she remembered she was very angry with him, it didn't help to see him in the arms of another woman, right in front of her.
Then the face struck her...
"Keres..." She turned around fully then. She had to shake her jealously. Now wasn't the time.
" River, Keres, You can do whatever it is that you do, Some other time we have work to do." She said that a bitterly as she could possibly muster but her voice was blocked by the sound of the chaos around them.
Fine, She thought.
To Hell with them, He didn't care enough to say goodbye so why should she even bother.
She teleported a little ways up field, landing in a crowd of husks to which she decided to her rage out on.
She began to fight as hard as she could but due to her rage, she was caught off guard and stabbed clean through the leg.
She dropped down, to her uninjured leg and took a breath, looking up at the creature. Now she had to think, how to survive this...
Kaula threw up her hand and scoffed. "Insufferable." She said turning to toward the many a husks that were still charging ahead. She turned to alert River and frowned she saw him in a deep embrace with the woman he was assisting. "You have got-ugh, men." She said rolling her eyes. she couldn't believe, all hell was breaking loose, and he's trying to bed an injured woman, only after completely blowing her off, after a century or two of being gone. He just up and left without a word and so, one what in the name of Lezaza was he even doing here and why was he with this woman, when they were still...when he left. Then she remembered she was very angry with him, it didn't help to see him in the arms of another woman, right in front of her.
Then the face struck her...
"Keres..." She turned around fully then. She had to shake her jealously. Now wasn't the time.
" River, Keres, You can do whatever it is that you do, Some other time we have work to do." She said that a bitterly as she could possibly muster but her voice was blocked by the sound of the chaos around them.
Fine, She thought.
To Hell with them, He didn't care enough to say goodbye so why should she even bother.
She teleported a little ways up field, landing in a crowd of husks to which she decided to her rage out on.
She began to fight as hard as she could but due to her rage, she was caught off guard and stabbed clean through the leg.
She dropped down, to her uninjured leg and took a breath, looking up at the creature. Now she had to think, how to survive this...
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Mathew Miles
"Not going to live for nobody else, not going to die for anybody else either"
'Qwerty' aka Experiment 'Sludgepile'
The manic, battle-hungry, extra-gluttunous, senient pile of Plasmophlemge
Spindel Peridot
"when you spend a couple thousand years in hibernation, you tend to forget some things."
Irina Neventelde
"I'm not just gonna listen to you, y'know. Idiot. Don't even try it!"
Keres Leventis
"Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."
Pravus the Grave Tender
"I shall bury them all. When you die, I shall bury you too."
Seriene Arvor
A devout novice battle priest of the Naaru and a once firm defender of Karabor.
Tiotio
"Do not seek for the truth, only stop having an opinion."
Dan Breeze
"Wanna scuffle! I'll scuffle! I'll scuffle right proper!"
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Seriene Arvor
A devout novice battle priest of the Naaru and a once firm defender of Karabor.
Keres Leventis
"Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."
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Tiotio
"Do not seek for the truth, only stop having an opinion."
Mathew Miles
"Not going to live for nobody else, not going to die for anybody else either"
Irina Neventelde
"I'm not just gonna listen to you, y'know. Idiot. Don't even try it!"
Pravus the Grave Tender
"I shall bury them all. When you die, I shall bury you too."
Spindel Peridot
"when you spend a couple thousand years in hibernation, you tend to forget some things."
Wayland "Brimstone" Smith
"Hammer and anvil! Can you hear their beat? Can you hear the screaming? Can you hear the keening of the blades?"
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Pravus the Grave Tender
"I shall bury them all. When you die, I shall bury you too."
'Qwerty' aka Experiment 'Sludgepile'
The manic, battle-hungry, extra-gluttunous, senient pile of Plasmophlemge
River Saetyrix
An extremely laid back Incubus with the wit of a sarcastic feline.
Seriene Arvor
A devout novice battle priest of the Naaru and a once firm defender of Karabor.
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Wayland "Brimstone" Smith
"Hammer and anvil! Can you hear their beat? Can you hear the screaming? Can you hear the keening of the blades?"
Keres Leventis
"Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."
Dan Breeze
"Wanna scuffle! I'll scuffle! I'll scuffle right proper!"
Tiotio
"Do not seek for the truth, only stop having an opinion."
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Vast plains of grass and large fields were the norm at one point here near Kerris, but after a game with a Demon Lord the Phyrexian Grasslands are withered and barren waste-lands devoid of all but a tiny almost village area home to The Nameless.
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The Southern Corner of the Garden, A city sunk into the glaciers of ancient ethereal ice. Kind-hearted and hardy are the people here, and ironically its trade of food and all things heat-related is well known in The Garden.
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The Eastern Corner of The Garden, vast cities spread across the tops of ancient and nearly indestructible mushrooms grown from the earth. All things natural, pure magic and genetic tampering are the norm here, seen vastly as the symbol for peace.
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The Norther Corner of The Garden, a floating city reliant on its vast hub of guilds and sky trade routes.
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The Western Corner of the Garden, home to the hardiest monsters and roughest terrain. Will and Law is an Iron fist and its residence and guilds hold true to this standard, Kreigland is known for its seclusion from the other corners and cities.
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