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« Reply #20 on Aug 5, 2009, 8:31am » | |
Riunya brought the large Kahl and his petite companion the drinks they ordered, and then returned to the kitchen, just managing to catch Usre as he bustled about.
"Ah, sorry I'm late. Finishing up some business, as you know. Quite a crowd we have here. Rain is great for business. But it gets in the way. Do we need more broth for the soup?"
She tidied up the counter and polished some mugs, not bothering to dry her long blonde braids that were currently dripping on the floor. Weather didn't seem to bother her, wet, dry, or hot.
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« Reply #21 on Aug 8, 2009, 12:39pm » | |
Harabec spotted a familiar face above the crowded tables. He gave a hearty wave in the mage's direction.
"Hoy Kehndin ye ole mage, Ah see th' rain drove ye inside as well! Come sit ye over 'ere, there's cider to be 'ad, the noo!"
His voice matched his mighty frame, booming through the weave of conversations to the mage. His fur was beginning to dry, poofing out in the humid air, making him look scraggily fluffy. But at least none of the chill had penetrated his skin, thanks to the warm cider.
"Ah, blast me," he looked back at the timid girl. "Ah'm sorry, is company okay?"
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« Reply #22 on Aug 8, 2009, 10:42pm » | |
Wing forced herself to look up from a particularly interesting curve in one of Harabec's footclaws (third from the right on his left footpaw,) as the Juna introduced himself. He was being so kind to her, the least she could do was tell him her name in return. All she had to do was say one word without tripping over her own tongue... just one word...
But Harabec as a whole was so overwhelming! Desperately the ivory girl focused on his snout. She could handle talking to a snout.
"...I-I'm Sing... I mean Wing... um..."
No good. His fur was too distracting. Poofs of it kept fluffing about in her peripheral vision, whispering siren songs promising endless hours of strokeable woolyness if she would just lean across the table...
Wing mentally stomped on the urge as hard as she could and stared at her hands, which were folded innocently in her lap. It was hard enough to sit in the same room with so many people (who kept on STARING at her!) without embarrassing herself into the bargain. Blushing miserably, she almost jumped out of her skin when the waitress arrived with their drinks. The throat-beast didn't give her a chance to say thank you, whipping her hands out of her lap and pressing the tankard to her lips so fast that she almost choked. So warm! Apples, cinnamon and steam washed through her, warming Wing from the inside out. She was so relieved that she almost didn't notice Harabec's question.
"C-company?"
Wait, did Harabec say 'mage?'
Suddenly the ivory girl was freezing, and it had nothing to do with the rain. If the mage got too close to her... What should she do? She couldn't say no, not after the Kahl had been so nice to her. She would just have to endure it.
And besides, if she said no, she might miss out on stroking his fur later on.
Wing made her decision. Picking up her chair, she moved around the table so that the mage would be forced to sit across from her, hopefully putting him out the range of her horrible aura. However, the table wasn't very wide... Wing buried her face in her cider tankard again, trying unsuccessfully to hide her agitation as she gave her answer.
"O-okay... I don't mind."
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« Reply #23 on Aug 9, 2009, 4:40pm » | |
A quick movement in the crowd gradually gathered his attention, bringing his listless staring to an end. Instead, his eyes followed the motioning hand of a large Kahl who seemed to be looking intently in the young mage's direction. Kehndin paused his wave-watching to look behind himself, idly wondering who was being beckoned. A wall stared innocently back. He frowned.
"Hoy Kehndin ye ole mage, Ah see th' rain drove ye inside as well! Come sit ye over 'ere, there's cider to be 'ad, the noo!"
He turned forward once more at the sound of his name, slightly nonplussed at the abrupt invitation. The Juna did look familiar, in some way, but Kehndin could not think up a name to go with the now fluffy figure. Hrm. Regardless, it'd be rude to decline. He began to stand up when another thought came to mind. What about that bread and water? Would the waitress know that he had switched tables? What if she thought that he had left? After fretting silently in that awkward, still stooped position for a few more moments, he decided to simply worry about it later.
The young man arrived at the table fairly quickly, at least in his opinion, coat draped over one arm with his staff gripped in the adjoining hand. His light brown hair had started to settle down into its usual state, although that wasn't much of an improvement. But he was dryer, for the most part, and that was a pleasant development indeed. Therefore Kehndin was baffled a bit when another chill settled onto his shoulders, obscuring the relaxed atmosphere permeating the inn. He disregarded it, sitting down at the nearest open seat before leaning over to deposit his possessions. After all, the feeling was...probably due to a lack of protein or something similar. Yes, getting more protein was vital.
Straightening back up, the mage realized that there was another person at the table, directly across from him. However, they were quite small, to put it bluntly. Kehndin stared briefly at the girl's face, wondering how someone could have such a dainty structure and not be crushed at the most minute bit of contact. Like even the furtive (or not so furtive) glances patrons kept shooting her. He blinked and looked back over at the Juna, not wishing to dwell on how petite a person could be. Unfortunately the immense size of the Kahl in contrast was not helping.
The vague thought of an inhabitant of his old village reminded him that it was impolite (or stupid and boneheaded, as they had so passionately put it) to compare heights and builds. The young man attempted to banish any related thoughts to the best of his ability.
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« Reply #24 on Aug 10, 2009, 2:35pm » | |
[[ ROFL, I love this "No good. His fur was too distracting. Poofs of it kept fluffing about in her peripheral vision, whispering siren songs promising endless hours of strokeable woolyness if she would just lean across the table..." Brilliant lass  ]]
Harabec caught the timid girl's reply, and realized, due to the mouse-like quietness of her voice, that perhaps she was embarassed? Oh well that wouldn't do at all. The big bear-like Kahl slouched a little, attempting to reduce his massive stature. Without his cloak he was wearing a woolen green kilt and a sleeveless leather jerkin, which allowed his furry shoulders ample room to stretch out.
"...I-I'm Sing... I mean Wing... um..."
But now Kehndin was on his way over, and Harabec sighed. Sometimes he leaped before looking. Oh well, best to make friends all around. He wanted to gather the quiet, perhaps even frightened, young woman into a big bear hug to squeeze her bad energy out, but she would probably object.
"Hai Kehndin, sorreh aboot th' shout. Ah recognize ye from th' other day, ye ken? This is Wing, mah new friend." Harabec smiled wide and nodded to the girl.
"Miss Wing, Ah'm a wee embarassed, mah big mouth ken get away from me. Well, Ah'm Harabec, from Ardor. Where be ye from?"
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« Reply #25 on Aug 11, 2009, 7:01am » | |
((@RM: *Blush* Thank you. Wing honestly writes herself: she's an absolute pleasure to channel. I'm so happy you like her! ^^))
Claws tightened in Wing's stomach, twitching painfully as she heard the mage's chair sdarne out, the wood creaking as he sat down. Her head dipped, ashen hair once more falling into a protective curtain over her eyes, bracing for the inevitable onslaught of...
"Hai Kehndin, sorreh aboot th' shout. Ah recognize ye from th' other day, ye ken? This is Wing, mah new friend."
...nothing.
What?
Nothing.
...are you sure?
Positive.
...Um...
Wing's head snapped up so fast that she almost gave herself whiplash. Normally, most mages would have screamed, yelled, hollered, bolted, gibbered or simply thrown something at her: the vacant-eyed young man merely shivered a little as her aura wrapped its invisible miasma around him and settled in his chair, sizing her up with a bemused vagueness that made her fidget squelchlily in her seat. She stared back despite herself through a gap in her hair, completely speechless.
...his hair was kind of fluffy as well...
Dratdratdrat! Two things to stroke in as many minutes! She managed a tiny, stuttered nod of welcome. Kehndin... his name was Kehndin...
"Miss Wing..."
Ahh! The fluffy was talking!
"Ah'm a wee embarassed, mah big mouth ken get away from me."
Wh-what? No, you don't have to worry about that!
"Well, Ah'm Harabec, from Ardor. Where be ye from?"
Vestra... oh. Remember to use your mouth, Wing.
"V-Vestra. N-nice to meet you. Um..."
Quickquickquick, say something else, don't be rude... um, um, um...
"I-I like your accent... where did you get it from?"
Wing realised her mistake a moment too late and slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late: she could see her sentence sitting in the cave of Harabec's huge ears, poking its tongue out at her. Wing mentally scowled back at it. Hopefully it wouldn't do too much damage.
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« Reply #26 on Aug 11, 2009, 7:33pm » | |
"Hai Kehndin, sorreh aboot th' shout. Ah recognize ye from th' other day, ye ken? This is Wing, mah new friend."
The mage nodded in response, a tad glad that he was able to learn the reason for the Juna's familiarity. "No problem." He turned to look back over at the girl, jaw clenching slightly in concentration as he attempted to simultaneously memorize both the name and the face it belonged to. "Wing." A nod towards her. Thank goodness the name was rather short. A single syllable. Kehndin vaguely speculated about the reason for the name as the Juna addressed Wing once more.
"V-Vestra. N-nice to meet you. Um..."
Tuning back into the conversation, he heard the girl's stuttered answer. Vestra? Where was that? He'd never heard of it...Was it a city? Kehndin had never had time to memorize all the names on the map. He glanced upwards slightly, trying to remember if his own village had a name.
"I-I like your accent... where did you get it from?"
His vacant gaze fell back to Wing, with her hand clapped over mouth. Actually, he had never thought about how people attained accents. Was there a store somewhere? Oh wait, but there seemed to be some connection between those with similar accents. What was it... His train of thought lapsed into nothingness for a moment, as a peculiar feeling--or maybe lack of feeling--distracted him. The mage shifted, surprisingly enough for an Aldien so capable of sitting still for ages on end, slightly disconcerted. A glance towards his coat. Ah, no. It was still drying. And then a look towards Wing and Harabec. They both looked well. Hm, maybe he really had caught a cold.
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« Reply #27 on Aug 12, 2009, 3:24pm » | |
[NPC] ? ? ?
Patter...
Patterpatterpatterpatterpatterpatter...
Splish~
"Dowa--! Gaaaaahh...!!"
A figure dashed through the rain, slipping, tripping, sloshing - anything he could do to run, run, and keep running. Whatever devils or phantoms tugged at his ankles kept him going, rain-slicked boots seeking futile purchase in desperate escape. No matter how many times he fell, regardless of place or hurt, he got up again, running 'til his breath ran ragged in his lungs.
For five minutes now, he had been running. At first, a slow jog in the rain, seeking shelter, then a steady trot, banging and pounding on closed doors, then darting away through the puddles before they could open. His hands hurt. His feet hurt. But still, his feet continued their dogged way, fueled only by the false high of adrenaline mixed with pure terror.
Splash, splash, pattapattapatta...
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[NPC] Nynea - Barmaid
" 'Ere y'are, sir, fresh rolls'n'clear water. T'will be two kun," Nynea nodded, setting down a plate of rolls and a wooden beaker of water before the mage. She winked at him, giving Harabec a playful pat on his broad, shaggy shoulder. "T'ain't a kind thing fer y't'be a'doin' to a poor maid, Mister 'Arabec. I'm busy 'nuff bustlin' 'bout as it is, y'know."
She had not failed to notice the chill aura pass the first time around, and as she drew nearer to the trio, the oracle could feel her skin turn to gooseflesh. Nynea suppressed a shudder, but remained otherwise tense, resisting the invasive atmosphere with her mind. It felt...not malignant, no, but certainly unfriendly. Empty. A sudden void in the connection of the world. How disturbing...
The small talk with the hefty rancher continued, though a cold sweat was beginning to break out along her temples. It wasn't the mage. No, the boy was no threat --and surely not Harabec. He had come one time far too many for her not to have noticed. But the girl...
BANG!!
With a force that nearly took the front door off its hinges, a wet, muddy figure barreled inside. In a sudden, almost whiplike movement, it turned, slammed the wooden panel shut with equal (or greater) force, and promptly pressed itself against it, panting up a storm.
"Eta--!"
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[NPC] Etescri - Bard [Lvl. 1]
The bard felt like she had flown the last few steps to salvation, crashing through the door like a bullet before whirling about to close it. She threw her entire weight against the oaken door, panting and coughing, almost certain she would hack up blood."Eta--!" That was Nynea's voice. Like a scolding mother. Always. But there was no time for that now. She had to get up. It was still out there.
Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh....
A low, rumbling groan shook the very rafters of the inn, resonating so that no source of origin was readily identifiable. But she knew well where - and what - it had come from. "EYES! It's HERE!"
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+ All right, guys. Here's your first official encounter with the real enemies of the game: darklings! Underhands are your generic, run-of-the-mill cannon fodder. While they'll spawn infinitely during the duration of this battle, don't think you can just dice them up. They're semi-sentient beings capable of attacking singularly or in condensed packs. For the time being, I'll leave you with 3, with one (or possibly two) regenerating after each one is felled. There will be a monster count number listed at the bottom of each of these interaction posts. Anyway, heroes, ready when you are: GO! +
The rain suddenly stopped. As if hidden under the shelter of a giant umbrella, the sound of falling raindrops ceased. The bar noise, too, had quieted, leaving nothing but the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon...and the faint sound of hissing.
From the murky distance came a sloshing, much akin to water being swirled around in a bucket. And then, a groan.
Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh....
A bulbous mass of water, littered with mud and debris absorbed from the puddles it had collected, appeared, snaking its way, like a giant slug, along the street. Pooling darkness formed clawlike hands, and figures, barely humanoid and half as tall, rose from the smoky portals, standing crouched with pale, pupil-less eyes glaring balefully at the patrons within the inn.
And without warning, they struck. The Rainghoul reared and sent a torrent of water at the door Eta was bracing, sending a wave of water under the gap. But the heavy door stood. Another gush, but this time, successful. The water cannoned her clear and threw the door wide open. The pooling liquid congealed, becoming jelly-like as it dragged at the bard's legs, pulling her out, feet-first, into the muddy street. "Gaaaah!!"
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« Reply #28 on Aug 12, 2009, 4:00pm » | |
There was no time to bother with such trivialities. Linsa seemed preoccupied with something else. That was excuse enough to slip by her and head to the counter where a patron had left an open spot. The woman was surprisingly stealthy for her size, though it was, mostly, due to her silent, stony sort of manner.
"Tender, n'ale, pl'se," she grunted, a little surprised to see the skinny, bandanna-headed man from earlier. "Mmgh. N'roas' f'y'ave." More speech difficulties. The innkeeper's brows knitted and cleared, as if finally understanding her words."A-ah... An ale and some roast, yes? R-right way, m-ma'am." Before long, she was settled into the stiff bar stool with a tankard full of refreshing ale and a plate of hot roast, millet, and squash, all covered liberally with brown gravy from a warm dish. Not a bad meal, she thought, chewing slowly on a mouthful. The paladin was in the habit of slow meals, even on the field. While she ate consumed amounts, it always took her 'until the end of the battle,' as some would say, to finish. In her defense, however, she never once complained of an upset stomach.
Bang!
The door flew open, splashing rainwater around and a stout, smallish figure cannoned inside and firmly slammed the door. Audra winced slightly, turning to see what the commotion was about.
...and she went deaf. Or, at least, she thought she had until she detected the faintest sound of water. Moving water. The growl shook her to her bones, and only the instant after the bard had shouted, she was on her feet, hand on the familiar hilt of her sword.
One thud. Water leaked onto the floor. A second thud, but this time, it was the sound of the bard hitting the ground, legs pulled out from under her. That was all the reason she needed. In spite of her slow mannerisms and appearance, Audra was, in fact, a very able fighter with the strength and endurance comparable to that of a Raihu warrior. Out the door and into the wet street with her blade draw, the paladin slashed at the gelatinous mass surrounding the girl's ankles.
The Rainghoul emited another resonant roar, but this time, it was definitely angry. With the receding water, she called for the bard to run - which she did, only pausing briefly to give a hasty thanks before she spattered back toward the inn. However, her reckless rescue had left her in a tight position. The water mass rippled before her, flanked on both sides by three hissing little demons.
With reaction born of instinct, the redhead cut, cleaving one Underhand as it leapt for her. It dissolved into black smoke and disappeared. But already, another portal - and another Underhand - was forming. Meanwhile, the Ghoul was readying itself for another attack.
Transparent tentacles (no kinky innuendo, please) rose from its domed surface, reaching out to attack the offending paladin.
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« Reply #29 on Aug 13, 2009, 11:08am » | |
Davyn leaned back in his chair happily. It was nice to finally be sitting down, basking in the warmth of the Inn as his body finally regained it warmth. For a few minutes, the area around him was but a blur. Until...
Bang!
Davyn jumped as the bang brought him back to attention, his head twisting to see what had made the noise. What he saw, was a smaller women, soaked and looking like...well like he had when he first came in the inn. The only difference was the look of panic, no fear, that she had on her face. Davyn stared for what seemed a lifetime, trying to comprehend what was happening to the poor lady. He unconsciously began to slip his shoes back on.
The room was silent, but that wasn't all that was silent. The rain stopped.
"EYES! It's HERE!"
Davyn felt his foot slip into his first boot, his movements slow as he listened to the outside noises. The sound was odd and unusual. A chill crept across Davyn's body.
Suddenly something hit the door with tremendous force, water blasting under the door. It hit a second time, but this time it and its holder went flying. Water flew in, spraying the occupants of the inn.
darn mages, always think they can go around blowin' everything up without consequence. Davyn thought to himself as he violently shoved his other foot into his boot. Before he could get up, he saw the Paladin he had seen earlier. Captain of Investigations or something like that, run out the door, and into the darkness...
Davyn rose like a bolt of lightning, almost tripping over the chair he was sitting on as he sprinted towards the doorway. In the blink of a eye, he left the warm, bright safety of the inn...
...and almost slammed into the lady who had recently been pulled out of the inn. Davyn dodged, his feet slipping with the mud as he tried to compensate for the drastic move. Regaining his balance, Davyn's eyes adjusted to the darkness in time to see the Paladin swing her sword at a creature, turning it into a puff of black smoke.
Davyn quickly realized there were two more. With them, was a large mass of...water? Davyn quickly unsheathed his sword made a quick move to the side to flank one of the creatures that were atempting to surround the Paladin. Before he had the chance to get in a proper position, the creature noticed him, its body turning slightly in his direction. Davyn decided to try and hit it before it was ready and leaped(?) at the creature, the blessed sword aimed to split the creature down the middle.
(OOC: Hope you didn't mind me making it turn ever so slightly. They're somewhat intelligent, so I figured it wouldn't just let me flank it.)
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« Reply #30 on Aug 15, 2009, 7:03am » | |
((Nice posts guys! All right, some action, let's kick nether butt!))
Trouble. Either that or one of the many waterfalls of the city had decided to divert its course and attack the inn. But as the paladins rushed out to confront the...whatever it was, Harabec's hackles rose. He could smell the scent of dark smoke, the telltale sign of nether creatures.
Swiftly he rose from the bench, grabbing the hefty stave that rested beside him. "Kehn, trouble! Let's goo an' help!" He turned and looked at Wing, not knowing if she was a fighter or not, but also not wishing to see her harmed.
"Stay 'ere lassie, somethin's attackin' the inn!" He gave her a reassuring wink, then, with surprisin grace for one his size, swept out of the inn, but not before he cast an invitation over his shoulder.
"Any fighters coom out an' help, there be netherbeasts aboot!"
Outside in the drenching torrent his fluffy fur was plastered against his skin in an instant. What was that the paladins were attacking? A gelatinous blob of water?
"Tairie's wings, wot be that?!" He spun as a common darkling, an underhand, dashed at him with a wierd cacklling hiss. Up came the stave to clobber the beast back as the Kahl Juna spun the stave deftly.
"Hoy captain! Wot're we dealin' with here?"
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« Reply #31 on Aug 15, 2009, 4:18pm » | |
((I am so sorry for being absent for so long!! Ugh, here goes for trying to get back into the flow))
Linsa still stood where she was, scanning the crowd for open males. She thought she had caught the eye of the armored man, but she wasn't sure... Now that was silly, of course he had looked her way! She was about to go to him, but she noticed the Juna that seemed over eager to dote on him. Her lips began to curl in a jealous sneer. That furry little sycophant! I could have had that man! She could tell that the Juna was male, but Linsa had no interest in charming males of other races. Whatever, there would be more opportunities to get the human male.
A bit miffed, she turned her attention to the bar, and was shocked to see an acquaintance, Audra Farknoll. Linsa hesitated a moment to consider if she should approach the terribly unfeminine paladin. The last encounter with her was awkward to say the least, but Linsa hoped that would be water under the bridge. If she couldn't snag a man at the moment, she'd be happy to at least talk to someone! Audra was burly enough. Perhaps she could just pretend she was a man!
Before she could approach Audra, the door burst open in a deafening bang. Linsa instinctively jumped away from the range of the door and turned to see who would be so rude as to burst with such reckless abandon.
Linsa paled at the sound of an other-worldly growl that eminated from the doorway. She slowly turned around to behold its source and near fainted at the sight of it. She quickly retreated into the crowd. The further she could get herself from the gelatinous... things... the better.
Terrified and feeling some malaise, Linsa could only stare at the scene that had folded out before her. Monsters? Here? Why? She was about to gather some courage and do something (albeit Linsa had no clue what she could do except find herself in the same situation as that unfortunate victim girl), Audra and the armored fellow leaped into action and beset themselves upon the monsters. The armored man sure was handsome when fighting, a true knight in shining armor! Linsa sighed and felt a tinge of guilt at hoping he would receive some injuries so that she could offer him a healing and be his angel of good health.
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« Reply #32 on Aug 15, 2009, 8:30pm » | |
"Harabec!"
Normally, Wing would have stayed far away from any sort of fight. The idea of taking life, any sort of life, was abhorrent to her. But these things attacking the inn... the gelatinous mass that had almost devoured that girl...
Wing gritted her teeth. Her timidity took one look and decided to take a quick holiday somewhere very, very far away.
...these... beasts weren't human. They weren't even mortal. And they were hurting people. For Wing, that was enough. A slender arm rummaged through her sodden heap of discarded clothes, withdrawing a long darkwood pole a head and a half taller then she was, and she was off, vaulting through the panicked crowd, her blue eyes shining with resolve.
There was the door: two paladins and Harabec fighting a nasty-looking puddle with tentacles, surrounded by shadowy, hissing beings with claws bent of tearing flesh from bone. Wing leapt, whipping the pole around her head as violently as she could. A leather sheath flew off one end, splatting wetly into the puddle-beast as it reached for one of the paladins (a huge bear of a woman,) and as Harabec pushed back one of the shadowy imps with a resounding blow from his staff, the revealed blade, curved, silver and wickedly sharp, shrieked earthwards and sliced the staggering demon apart from head to toe... by pure fluke, considering how close Wing had come to giving the Juna a terminal haircut by accident in the process.
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« Reply #33 on Aug 15, 2009, 10:59pm » | |
"Kehn, trouble! Let's goo an' help!"
Harabec's call shook Kehndin out of his confusion and attempts at figuring out the exact reason for the sudden silence and following roaring. Instead, he merely picked up his staff and turned, doing as he was instructed and running after the charging Kahl. The mage was a far, far cry from being an expert in combat, even with his preferred weapon, but his elemental magic seemed to be a natural at destruction. A slighty sad view, in his opinion.
As the door came into view, he spotted that petite girl from earlier sprinting through the entrance up ahead. Kehndin was momentarily startled at her speed, but this surprise was instantaneously replaced by another as he finally saw what this 'trouble' was being caused by. A shadowy, watery mass and smaller yet still dark figures had sprung out from the streets' depths. He progressed around and a tad away from the nearest of the fighting patrons, Harabec and Wing, intent on getting a better view and perhaps aim at the obscure beings. Would fire even work on them? Oh right, a spell. Transferring his staff to his left hand, he lifted his right and began to weave in the gloomy air. However, even as he looked back into his memory for its form, even as he made the first motions for its construction... Something was wrong. There was no magic, no Bright Power. The young man couldn't find it, now that he consciously searched in his mind. The familiar feeling and pathway felt obstructed.
Nothing?
He dropped his hand back to grip his staff, although his focus was no longer on the fact that menacing, unearthly creatures were assaulting the inn. No, the mage was far too confused to recall that (rather significant) part of the present. Kehndin shuddered openly this time as another chill swept through. 'Awful day.'
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« Reply #34 on Aug 20, 2009, 3:38pm » | |
[[ LOL terminal haircut, I like that ]]
Harabec spun as the darkling dissolved in a splash of shadowed water. More were rising out of the downpour, glimmering darkly as they advanced on the group of intrepid fighters.
The rainghoul advanced, moving towards Audra, lashing its glistening tentacles. Harabec saw she was distracted by an underhand, and pushed off with his powerful legs.
SPLOT! His staff sank into the creature's jelly-like flesh as it absorbed the blow, and then lashed at him with its tentacles. Harabec ducked, caught one in his fist, but several more whipped his shoulder and back, opening searing cuts in his pelt.
"Gah! Not soo fast ye beastie!" Harabec gritted his teeth as more sank into his arm. It looked like water but its flesh cut like acrid knives. He yanked on the tentacle in his hand and it came off. Once more he whipped the staff around, this time shearing off several tentacles as they slapped towards him. But the rainghoul was too fast.
"Ungh!" More gashes opened bright lines across his stomach, throwing him backwards, where he landed heavily on the cobbled street.
[[ (3) underhands have appeared. Harabec is badly wounded, but the rainghoul is damaged as well ]]
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« Reply #35 on Aug 20, 2009, 10:44pm » | |
Linsa continued to watch the strange, yet brutal, battle between the jelly-snots, the fighting people, and *sigh* the armored fellow. Their incredible combat prowess was leaving them virtually unscathed! Linsa started to believe that her healing skills may not be needed. Well, there was that first victim girl, but her wounds may require the abbey. Besides, she was female.
Before a false sense of security could sink in, a big hulking mountain of fur charged in and took a nasty attack from the jelly-snots for Audra. However, his act of altruism landed him some nice, bloody "thank you"s from the gelatinous vomit bags. This is why I'm the healer! Oh my, that is a lot of blood... At that last thought, Linsa's face paled. She had never been good at seeing blood. Never mind that, she could see that the large Juna was in pain and really needed help. But what should she do? He really did need the help now, but she knew that if she came close enough to heal him, she'd get some gashes herself. And let's face it; blood is impossible to get out of white robes!
Linsa decided that there was only one thing she could do. She raised her voice to overcome the din of the fight, "Sir Juna! Quick, come here and let me heal your wounds!" She wondered if he would actually be able to walk over to her-- or even hear her for that matter-- but he'd have to try. But if it got bad enough, she could go to him... Linsa simply hoped that he could come to her.
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« Reply #36 on Aug 29, 2009, 6:47pm » | |
[[ @Davyn - Go ahead. Underhands spawn infinitely during this battle, so feel free to kind of chop 'em as you wish as long as the action is decent.
@Everybody - Ugh, I'm terribly sorry about my utter lack of muse as of late. Everything seems to be down on my end in terms of creativity. That, or it's depleted so quickly, I haven't the time to post anything worthwhile.
Also, if you'd like to land the finishing blow on the Rainghoul, please pick a number between 1 and 20. The person with the closest guess to the number gets to claim the last strike. No picking the same number, btw. Add your number to the beginning of your post.
I'm using a 20-sided die to pick the number. XD
Just so you know, I get to pick, too. Since the draw is completely random, it'll be a fair shot. I'll roll the number once everyone who wants to pick has done so. ]]
My Number: [ 06 ]
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- [ 01 ] Rainghoul
- [ 09 ] Underhands
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Three, and then three more ghastly underhands emerged from their abyssal portals, joining their hissing brethren as they advanced on the now hard-pressed heroes. Two together pounced on Davyn, the muddy paladin who had cleft their fellow darkling in two only moments before, and two again struck for the fumbling space-cadet mage.
The underhands stood clear of the mana seal and her wicked scythe, however, regarding her with pale eyes in an almost intelligent fashion. But, their vicious natures once again took hold, and three, all at once, attacked her.
Meanwhile, the Rainghoul, under assault from Harabec's rain of staff blows, had grown pinkish from blood. Its mass had diminished somewhat, but its attacks continued at the same pace.
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Audra had received a few nasty welts, herself. While the underhands had proven to be little of a challenge - she had taken down two, individually, by herself - the Rainghoul was another matter altogether. She lacked the usual armor, and, as thus, the protection as well. The flaying tendrils had failed to reach anything vital, but had made quite a mess of her upper arms. But still, she pressed gamely on, severing a tentacle here or barely escaping the ghoul's grasp there, all the while searching for a weak point in its gelatinous body.
Suddenly, all the tentacles drew back into its body, leaving her bewildered but still on guard. But even that would not have been enough for the darkling's next attack. In a fantastic rush of water, the Rainghoul threw Kehn, Wing, Davyn, and Audra back against the inn, cascading over Harabec's fallen form and washing out just at Linsa's feet by the door, instantly knocking the fighters off their feet.
But the water did not recede. Tendrils formed yet again from the puddling water, thick as logs and needle sharp as they attacked the fallen.
The lethal point rammed into the inn wall as Audra moved aside, barely in time to save her head from being completely skewered. A quick upward slash from the sword cut the whiplike tentacle, where it fell briefly into the form of water, then reformed itself, sharp and deadly as ever.
Something similar to a fencing match ensued, paladin fending against tendril in a strange duel. Out of the corner of her eye, the redhead spied the Rainghoul's main body. it was significantly smaller; only about four feet in diameter now. The tentacle clashed against her blade again, and she swept it aside, cutting droplets as she did so. While it stalled seemingly in pain, Audra cast it another glance. Floating in the center of the watery behemoth was a black star.
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- [ 01 ] Rainghoul
- [ 07 ] Underhands
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« Reply #37 on Sept 2, 2009, 1:16pm » | |
[[ @ Audra: no worries, I've been having a lack of muse too. Maybe its the endofsummer blues  ]]
Whether he'd intended to or not, Harabec found himself swept back, ending up at the feet of the...what was she? A priestess of one of the temples perhaps. The pain sapped his strength, but Harabec climbed to a sitting position just as tentacles shot from the mud, slavering after mortal blood, whipping at him and the woman.
"Duck lassie!" Harabec's arm shot out and grabbed one tentacle aimed for her face, which he snapped off and threw at the rest in contempt. The fighting spirit of his bloodline rose in his massive frame, and with a mighty roar the great Juna surged to his feet.
"Coom an' meet a son o' th' ragin' northwinds!" Harabec bellowed, sweeping his staff at the nether creatures. "Ah'm a Rualdin, tougher'n boulders and fiercer'n tuskcats!"
Yelling a warshout, he launched himself at the mass of enemies.
[[ Harabec rolls a 5! ]]
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« Reply #38 on Sept 2, 2009, 4:36pm » | |
[[ Heheh. Might as well--Kehndin fishes for a 7! ]]
However, the present wasn't just going to keel over and die for this mage's moment of befuddlement. Instead, it would soon slap him back to his usual, albeit still spacey, senses. As he turned to assist the fallen Harabec, two ominous silhouettes rapidly obscured his view, unblinking eyes glowing in their gloom. Kehndin absently watched the strange, dark creatures' swift approach before recalling their unpleasant intent. His frown grew.
One struck, only to meet his quarterstaff as he swung at the underhand. But there was little time to continue his attack before the other was upon him, forcing the mage to attempt to defend himself. Yet this did not last long either, as abruptly the roar of waters resounded and a wave flung him back towards the inn. When the tide had halted, Kehndin ventured to prop himself up on his elbows and knees, the bricked wall of Stonearch coming into view before his dripping visage. Where had those things gone? His staff lay a few meters away, although the distance was rather daunting considering it all.
He lunged to his feet, slipping slightly on the slick cobblestones, when a wide gash ripped across his leg. He glanced backwards in surprise, only to see the sharp point of a tentacle fall back into the water before reforming again. Oh. The young man fell into a hasty scramble for his only weapon--that peculiar chill and mental block still clutched at him--disregarding the burning sting, the tentacles whipping after him, and the fact that he was getting further away from the battle. He did need something to fight with, after all.
Kehndin slid to a clumsy stop beside his staff, fingers outstretched to grasp when he had a sudden realization. Well, it wasn't so much as a realization as fog clearing up in his bemused brain. Hm. A pleasant surprise, for once.
A glowing weave sprang from his fingers, oddly bright until it melted into flames and soared off towards the writhing mass of water.
[[Meester Snail is now slightly helpful~]]
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« Reply #39 on Sept 2, 2009, 5:55pm » | |
((Wing rolls a thirteen!))
At was as if the scythe had a mind of its own. Helpless under its weight, Wing could only skip along in the weapon's wake as it dipped and twirled, blurring the world into a kalidoscope of blood and water. Occasionally a wet slap of darkness, the claw or tongue of a ravening darkhand, slashed in out of the melee, rebounding miraculously off the scythe's handle or missing her by a whisker before the weapon swooped down on them hungrily. Wing could hear the creatures snarling in frustration: apologies bubbled up in her mouth, fighting to be let loose. After all, they were trying so hard: it wasn't fair that she was so hard to hit....
Then the flood came out of nowhere, hurling Wing head over heels into the unmoving bulwark of the inn wall. The shock bent the petite girl almost double, crumpling her unmercifully into herself as her breath, as well as most of her strength, were flung, protesting loudly, into the night. The assault from the Rainghoul's tentacles simply added insult to injury. Struggling to inflate her crushed lungs, Wing could barely fling herself to the side fast enough: three of the disgusting things smashed into the woodwork in a pattern specifically designed to disembowel her.
The ivory girl managed to scramble to her feet and away, her heart thundering in her chest as the world settled. She could see the battle so clearly now... Harabec, his fur welted and matted, snapping off tentacle after tentacle with his bare hands; the bear-like paladin wielding her sword like a crazed dervish against a myriad of lashing tentacles; the spacy not-so-fluffy mage pulling shining flames out of mid-air... lives hanging by a thread in the rain-drenched air. And there she was, with a weapon she could barely wield and an aura that could only endanger her friends... although...
Hadn't those dark-hands been keeping their distance before? As if they were frightened of her? Maybe she could do something... something that kept her away from her mage friend, but still urged the others on...
And the answer rode a raindrop down onto her forehead, melting through her brain with the wonderful warmth that only accompanies the best of ideas. She had only heard it once before: an old, old melody whispered by a grizzled soldier as he sat by the riverside polishing his armour, but the song soared from her lips as if she had been singing it all her life:
"Rain falls, darkness calls, but I stand firm!
Wounds tear, nightmares scare, but I'll move on!
Let the light shine boldly through and cleanse the shadow's heart!
Light shine, Power Bright, and soothe the raging dark!"
Spurred on by her own song, Wing dashed forward, ducking under the bear-woman's next sweep and bringing her scythe up in a wicked arc that lopped the tendril she had been fencing off at the base, giving the paladin a moment's breathing space before jumping back to give the larger woman a chance to press the attack. The beast would not be escaping to harm anyone else!
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