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 Freak: -2 | Danger: -2 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Sharville Containment Area Even as I passionately meet Ghorza's kiss, I feel a sense of warmth grow within my chest. That was... Those were... It was what I ached to hear. Not the cautious pragmatism of Nirian, nor the aloof approval of the Lightblade, but the honest words of a valued comrade. One who, I must admit, is becoming much more than simply a comrade. As we eventually, reluctantly, part, I let out a relieved laugh. Was it not true? I suppose I had done myself proud. It was no reason to slack on the road ahead, but I suppose I could afford to enjoy the victories of this day! I run my hand along Ghorza's cheek, "The feeling is very much mutual, my Lady. I have no doubt that we'll accomplish much together in the days to come."
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Freak: -2 | Danger: -2 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Sharville Containment Area While some may speak of our duties over the past weeks with disdain, I must admit that I've been quite pleased by the relatively light responsibilities. It would not be entirely proper to speak of what has consumed my free time, but suffice to say that there is no question of the respect and admiration between myself and Lady Ghorza. It has been quite an experience learning more of her culture first-hand. Quite an experience, indeed. When the Crown Prince himself walks in, I must admit I was quite caught off-guard. He's... very important. Very, very important. I may be the son of one of the realm's more influential families, but even I have not had the opportunity to share words with him. I hastily stand and offer him a salute, "Your Royal Highness...! Your words are too kind." Of course, my face colors a bit with the reveal of Nirian's evaluation. Was it so wrong to push my limits in the company of such heroes? And... Well, I suppose I must accept the compliment in the spirit it was given. Especially given those that the others received. Red Errant may have a poor attitude, but she did not deserve such words. And Sentinel! He was a true hero. How could it be that he was simply... there? I did agree that Daisy was a fine wyvern, though, so I suppose Lady Ghorza was better off than the others. It is with no small pride that I accept the medal and title from the Crown Prince. This is the sort of validation that not even my father could deny! Though, upon the reveal of our next assignment, that thought immediately sours. I look over at Red Errant. I look then at Lady Ghorza. My father is... not a tactful man. Especially not since my elder brother gained his ear. He is not, in fact, one who I expect to be responsive to Lady Ghorza's mission of peace. I'm sure he'll treat Sentinel with something approaching respect, if only because of his family's lineage, but the others... I should probably warn them in advance. I shake my head, "No, my lady. I cannot say I do. Knowing my father, he's kept anything that might be relevant to our cause quite close to his chest. If I... May I have a moment alone with Red Errant and Lady Ghorza before we depart?"
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Freak: -1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: Barracks Just as Vane does, I instinctively raise an arm to salute as Prince Alexander himself walks in through the door. The Crown Prince! While I was never one to believe that nobility by its nature demanded respect, I had to admit that Prince Alexander certainly carried quite the impressive presence. That, or my etiquette teachings as a youth had been more ingrained into me than I first believed. Either was likely, really. The evaluation, however, seeps away at any elation I might have felt upon meeting the Crown Prince. Simply… present? I may not have directly assisted in vanquishing the strange creature brought about by Gateway, but I had done far more than simply being present. Admittedly the skeletons I defeated ended up being not exactly our foes, but even so… I grimace for a moment, before returning to a more neutral expression. Whatever grievances I might have had, ‘twas not the time to dwell on them. Or so I thought, yet my brow raised ever so slightly at Prince Alexander’s comment to Lilly. May be a commoner…? The second passes, however, and I nod as I accept the title and medal. “It is an honor, Your Highness.” Though it would have been better if we had arrived to assist before they passed, I thought to myself. No point in dwelling on that either, I supposed, and at least we granted some semblance of rest to their souls. Listening to our new mission, I stir over what little details we were given in my mind. The Duke of Sommerlund. Vane’s father. I couldn’t recall much about the man, besides the more general information. Curious that he seemed intent on secrecy, when his own son was involved. “Will it be just the four of us on the mission? Or will be you coming along as well, Lady Selza?” TheFireMagi fucked around with this message at 22:46 on Jun 8, 2017 |
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Freak: +3 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +0 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: Barracks I listen to Vane talk, and once he's done, I say, "Vane, it's fine. I'm used to being treated harshly. It hardly bothers me anymore. I'm more concerned about you. How would your father react if he knew about..." I pause. I almost said "us," but talking about our relationship in public was a bad idea. While the rest of our group and Nirian know about us, there is nobody else who is aware of us being together, "...Our close friendship." I was shocked when Vane asked Red Errant to not kill his family. What did his family do to her? Perhaps I should ask Vane more about it later, but I get the feeling that this is a story that would be painful for him to share.
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Everyone Lady Selza sighs. "Yes, I will be coming along. Otherwise, we'll never hear the end of the Duke's complaints about our lack of support." she briefly glances over to Vane. "No offense." She looks around you once more. "Looks like that's all. Well then, let's get going." A few hours later... Having ridden a rather long way on horse (or wyvern, in Ghorza's case), you finally arive in the duchy of Sommerlund. Quite the idyllic place, isn't it? Nearly makes you forget all of your troubles. The birds are singing, the sheep are frolicking... and the city looks pretty good too. Unfortunately, some of you are aware that not everything is quite as flowers and sunshine as the scenery would suggest. Regardless, you make your way to the mansion - not that it's hard. It kind of sticks out, given how incredibly large it is, and how luxoriously it is decorated. Standing in front of the gate stand two guards. Seeing you approach, they greet you heartily. "Welcome! Duke Sommerlund is already expecting you. Please head straight for the main building - the head maid will lead you from there. We will take care of the horses, and... aiiiie!" he replies, flincing upon seeing the wyvern. A moment later, he calms down. "Uh... sorry." his partner apologizes. "Wyverns... aren't exactly usual around these parts." Eventually (after you manage to convince the guard that Daisy won't tear his hand off if he grabs the reigns), you are led inside. ---- The inside is even more luxorious looking than the outside. Well placed windows provide enough light to give even the most mundane hallways a dazzling gleam, and one almost has to be wary of being blinded by it. Thankfully, you have the head maid to focus on, and make your way through the building without too much gawking. The old woman opens the large double door leading to the duke's throne room. Already seated on it, Duke Sommerlund lazily slouches on it. "Ah, you have arrived. Took you long enough." he immediately berates you. "Welcome, I suppose." He at each one of you with a look that all but directly tells you he doesn't think too highly of any of you. "Well, I suppose at least two of you have something resembling competency. But really? They're sending peasants and orks, now?" he complains. As he does so, you hear footsteps, and someone else enters the room. Vane immediately recognizes him - it's Aethul. "Father, if I may? The quality of the dispatched troops can be discussed at length at a later point. Time is of the essence in this matter." he advises. The Duke looks at him, and then closes his eyes in contemplation for a moment. "You are right, Aethul. Explain the problem to our guests, will you?" he requests. Aethul nods and walks up to a map, rolling it out on the table. "A dark mage has appeared in one of the villages northwest of here. He has laid waste to the village he has first appeared in, and is now going onto a rampage through the countryside. Unfortunately... if he continues on this path, he will end up attacking this city as well. Thousands will die." he explains, in very clear words. "And you... are here to stop him. Do you think you can manage that?" Suddenly, it becomes very clear as to why there wasn't more information about this matter. Any leaks would likely have caused a mass panic. However... Red Errant, there is something he forgot to mention. There's more in his way than just this city. There is another village between his last known location and here... Your home. Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 20:23 on Jun 13, 2017 |
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Freak: -2 | Danger: -2 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund I look back at Lady Selza, "No taken, Lady Selza. I know my father's personality quite well." I sigh myself. --- I cannot say that the reception surprised me in the slightest. I was suddenly very, very glad I had taken the opportunity to warn Lady Ghorza and Lilly of the reception they were likely to receive. My father's words inspired feelings most unpleasant in my own chest. I could only imagine it was even worse for them. Still, what leader — what friend — would I be if I let such poisoned words stand? I look my father in the eye and shake my head, "We are all quite competent, father. Within the depths of the Sharville Containment Area, we fought a foe that could well have proven a doom no less dire than this dark mage. Sentinel, Red Errant, Lady Ghorza, and I acquitted ourselves with honor in defeating that foul creature of death and decay. It is no mistake that the Crown Prince himself saw fit to award us with these medals." I indicate my comrades, "We will resolve this matter, upon our honor as knights-to-be." I look to Aethul. "What else can you tell us of this mage? What foul magicks are in evidence? Does he utilize the dead? Hellfire? Poison and corruption? Anything you can tell us will save lives, as surely as haste will." For a moment I thank the gods that I've had opportunity to work with the mighty Gateway. Her unique talents and mastery of the arcane has opened my eyes to a world that few understand. Surely that too will speak well of our competence. quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 10:02 AM Tricky fucked around with this message at 19:24 on Jun 11, 2017 |
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Freak: -1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund The natural splendor of Sommerlund enraptures me almost immediately upon arrival. It still paled compared to the finer regions in the Southern Realms, though of course I was undoubtedly biased in that regard. Even so, the landscape was beautiful, the city was quite appealing, and there was even a bit of amusement watching the guards’ reaction to Daisy. Not that I could blame them, having been very much surprised myself when I first saw the wyvern. A fine creature she was, however, and one that had aided us well, and would continue to do so in the future. Yet as I listen to the Duke himself speak, my chipper mood begins to be chipped away. This man was Vane’s father…? He was… not what I expected. In many ways, and not in a good sense either. It was one matter for him to present himself before us so sloppily. Disrespectful for a man of his position, especially considering that we had come to aid him, but that I could tolerate. But to immediately dismiss Lilly and Ghorza? No, not merely dismiss, but insult at that. I could not accept that, even if he was my friend’s father. With a steelier tone than perhaps I intended, I say after Vane, “As your son has said, Duke Drake, Red Errant and Lady Ghorza have more than proven themselves on the field of battle. But. Even if they had not, those who have chosen to serve in defense of the realms are worthy of respect. Regardless of their upbringing, or where they hail from. To disregard them so is to slander not just them, but the Knights of the Round Table as a whole, whom have chosen to accept them into the fold. The same Knights that have come to your aid, may I add.” My eyes narrowed, I take a moment to compose myself, before turning to Aethul. Vane’s brother. Would he be like the father as well? If so, this would be a long and tiring mission we had ahead of us. “Has the dark mage any allies that you have seen or heard of? Undead minions, as Vane suggests? Or mercenaries, perhaps? It is difficult to imagine one individual causing such chaos, at least one that has gone entirely unheard of prior to this incident.” OOC: Spending Team on Vane’s roll to boost it to a 10.
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Everyone The duke sighs. "Yes, yes, I've heard about it. Doesn't mean I believe it, but I have heard about it." he replies. Aethul walks up to him and whispers something in his ear. "Oh? Is that so? The Oracle--" he asks. Aethul replies before he can even finish it. "Yes. It is not like her to lie. She may not tell you everything, but she does not lie." The duke looks at the group once again. "Very well, then. Perhaps you ARE more capable than you look..." He follows that up with another look at Aethul, who understands what he wanted wordlessly. "To answer your questions, we know little about his origins. There are plenty of mages out there, latent or otherwise, and this one seems to be one of them. For whatever reason, he went mad, and... well, you know the rest. As for his magic, his speciality is nature magic. Our scouts have reported treants, but I highly doubt that is the entirety of his capabilities. It is very difficult to get close to him - none of the people we've sent to investigate further have returned." he explains. In response to Sentinel's question, he simply smugly smirks. "If you truly think that one individual could not possibly cause this much chaos, it appears your history education has been rather lacking, Sentinel of the Southern Realms. If I may give a suggestion, perhaps you should visit Sage Zolim." Suddenly, the Duke cuts in. "Enough of the pleasantries. This menace needs to be stopped." he orders. With a short 'Let's go', Lady Selza orders you to move out. --- On horseback again, Lady Selza makes her irritation known. "Heavens above, you would have to search every nook and cranny to find a man as decadent as this in Alvastaza. And that's saying something." She then turns to you as a whole. "The Duke's son, however despicable he may be, was correct on one point. Do not underestimate this foe. They are more powerful than you would ever expect a human opponent to be. There is a reason why Dark Mages are feared as much as they are. Only the I, Crown Prince and perhaps Red Errant could ever hope to face one on their own." she explains. "Now, stay on your guard." She points in the distance. "Do you see that? The trees are moving. We have found our target." ---- Moving to a vantage point, you can see the person everyone is so afraid of... It's a boy, just barely below your age, dressed in rags that look like they're going to fall apart any second. However, his body seems to have started being overgrown, and he appears to be extremely angry, seemingly mindlessly lashing around at the world around him, even the trees he has not yet turned into his soldiers. Around him is a veritable ARMY of treants, and every second, more trees become alive in his presence. While it looks like he hasn't spotted you yet, but who knows how long that will last? What do you do?
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Freak: +3 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +0 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund "There might be a way to resolve this without the need for violence," I tell them, "But it won't be easy. We'll need to talk to him, calm him down somehow. It will be risky, but talking to him might be the best way to solve this without any bloodshed." I turn to Sentinel and Vane, with a look that Vane should be all too familiar with, "I can get you both to him, but I'll need you both to trust me. The method I am about to use might be a little... unorthodox, but it is the quickest way to get you to him without having to deal with the tree creatures." I grab both Sentinel and Vane, and lift them both up, "Try to land on your feet if you can," and toss them both straight at the direction of the dark mage boy. "So," I turn to Red Errant, "Would you care to join me on my wyvern?" quote:@Hugzilla: 2d6+3 Ghorza is going to toss her boyfriend straight at the dark mage. What could possibly go wrong!? (+1 from influence) = (4+3)+3 = 10
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +2 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +0 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: | Location: Sommerlund, trying to not find a reason to stab Vane's Father and Brother like the lovely Arseholes they are. I eye the Wyvern carefully. I mean, sure I jump through the air a lot. But... flying... "I could..." I start, and then second guess myself. Glancing at the place where the boys were thrown, I realise I don't have the time to sit and think. "gently caress it. Let's go." Maybe I can get a better look at this brat from the air. - - - @Arashiofordo3: 2d6 Red Errant attempts to Pierce the Dark Mage's Mask. = (4+2) = 6 Welp... +1 Potential. Team Plz - - - That was my thought before I got up in the air! I'm too busy clinging onto Ghorza to get a good eye on the kid! Wow, she's got some pretty tight abs. Maybe we should have a sit up contest at some point?
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +2 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +0 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: | Location: Sommerlund, trying to not find a reason to stab Vane's Father and Brother like the lovely Arseholes they are. Gods, focus. You've survived a fall from a lot higher then this. And it was a real poo poo time. So I didn't want to repeat it. - - - How could I get your character to stop making Treants and go home peacefully? - - - "There!" I yell over the wind. "I see him!"
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Ghorza As Vane gets thrown towards the dark mage (with a look of extreme befuddlement on Lady Sorza's part), the boy suddenly steers to life, and his hand starts to glow. His army of trees, in eerily unison, all turn their eyes on Sentinel and Vane. In the meantime, you got other problems. Rapidly, a huge number of vines grow around and on the treants, and with blinding speed, they all lash out at you two! If you don't do something about this, and quick, you'll both be knocked off! Red Errant As Lady Selza just explained, he isn't in a state to be conversed with. You'll habe to knock him out, and talk to him once he's come to his senses. He's probably a lot more inclined to stop his rampage at that point. Your thoughts get interrupted, however, as Ghorza has to start taking evasive action. Daisy is under attack! Vane "Not right now, sadly. Given his current state, he's currently lost to madness, which takes time to subside after their darkening. You could knock him out, but..." Lady Selza explains. "He isn't going to live much longer either way. The human body cannot handle that much corrupted mana. He's got a year at best." --- You land next to the dark mage, and immediately get his full attention. He glares at you with eyes full of mad hatred, and raises his arms up high. As he does so, the area around him explodes in a strange mist -- no, wait, that's pollen! Don't breathe that in, you might not know what might happen! Crud, you noticed too late. But you only inhaled a small amount, maybe you can shake the effects off... but you've already got a coughing fit, on top of dizziness, and as you're distracted, he disappears into the distance, the incredible density of pollen making it hard to see... Take a powerful blow! Sentinel Suddenly, you remember a warning from your grandfather. 'Never underestimate a mage', he advised. 'What you see is rarely what you get.' Now, nature mages are infamous for their control over plantlife. You never really know what you get, and chances are you won't see it coming. Lashing vines, nearly invisible pollen, animated trees... there are a ton of things that might cause problems. But the biggest problems are things you can't see. Like said pollen, for instance... You might be able to use the treants to get around that, as their movement displaces a lot of air, and the height would make it harder for most unknown factors to reach you, although sadly not all of them. ... but maybe it's a bit too late for that, now... Just like Vane, you have trouble seeing through the air filled thick with pollen, but your armor protects you from breathing them in for the most part. Your eyes are tearing up like crazy from them, though. Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 16:15 on Jun 22, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +2 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +0 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: | Location: Sommerlund, trying to not find a reason to stab Vane's Father and Brother like the lovely Arseholes they are. Branches thrash out at us, and I hold tightly with one hand as Daisy dipped and dodged! I look down to the ground below as it erupts in some kind of thick mist. I'm pissed enough already. But this gives me a good way down quickly. "Ghorza! I'm going to create an opening for the boys! I'll see if I can't drop on the mage's head while I'm at it! Thanks for the lift!" I yell to the Ork, and then I do something that would be totally crazy for most people. I drop off of Daisy. I freefall for a few moment, a few blissful heartbeats. Then I grasp Pater's handle. The vines fly at me thick and fast. But I'm way faster! Spinning left, flipping right, I deflect and grind along other vines as they flash past. I'm unstoppable! The ground rushes to meet me! The Ents can't move fast enough. I vanish into the fog, and then I swing my blade! - - - SidekickBOT - Today at 11:05 PM @Arashiofordo3: 2d6+2 Red Errant Unleashes her powers to clear the Pollen fog! = (4+1)+2 = 7 - Unstable / Temporary - - - The wind-blast is immense! I never get to let loose like this! I clear the zone in seconds! I might have also uhh 'uprooted' a couple of the Ents. I point Patter at the mage. "Nap time, bitch!" Aw yeah, so cool!
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Freak: -2 | Danger: -2 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund Almost as soon as we land — and it is truly remarkable that Lady Ghorza can hurl us such that we land on our feet — the mage summons forth clouds of choking pollen. A brief taste is enough to send me into a fit of dizziness and coughing, but it quickly subsides. I've lived on the land as much or more than any noble. It will take more than that to break my resolve. Red Errant's landing disperses the cloud with its sheer force and I raise a fist in salute to her. With the reprieve she bought us, I wrap a piece of cloth around my mouth as a makeshift mask. I scan the army. We need to bring the mage down as fast as we can. The treants are limitless in number and there's no telling what other tricks the mage will bring to bear when he feels truly threatened. quote:SidekickBOT - Last Monday at 11:16 AM It seems I am in luck. Though the pollen hid him from my eyes temporarily, it seems that he assumed it would be enough to bring me down and did not retreat too far. He was wrong. I heft my spear, ensuring that the tip is still wrapped securely, then charge towards him. As I wind between treants and avoid particularly nasty patches of pollen along the way, I leap into the air, springing off a lesser treant, and crash into him with a mighty overhand swing. Magic rages through his hands as he attempts to block, but it is no use. My strike smashes through his guard with ease and sends him sprawling to the ground. quote:SidekickBOT - Last Monday at 11:17 AM Tricky fucked around with this message at 16:15 on Jun 22, 2017 |
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Freak: -1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: In a Whole Lot of Pollen! Not immediately grasping what Ghorza is getting at, I stand there puzzled as she begins to move towards Vane. As she sends him spiralling into the air though, I realize what she’s going for, and start to say, “Wait, hold onnnnnn-” Bracing for impact, I wince even as I hit the earth. Landing on my feet or now, crashing down in armor hardly felt good. But I was in the fray now, at least, alongside Vane. Presumably, anyways. It was quite difficult to see anything within all this pollen, but I trusted Ghorza’s throwing arm enough that I figured my fellow Page was somewhere close by. Hopefully, he would be able to take care of himself. My armor might have been able to ward off the effects of the pollen, but I wasn’t so certain about Vane’s. If that was the case, I should give my team an opportunity to escape the pollen’s reach if needed. Tracking the treants easily even through the clouded battlefield, I march towards them with my sword drawn, shouting out, “Look here, beasts! Be you all bark and no bite? Come and try me!” quote:A Junkfood Goblin (TheFireMagi)-Today at 8:07 PM
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Ghorza Looking at this, the treants are getting ignored far too much. And while the boy is powerful, the treants are going to be the real problem - there's too many to keep track off, and while Sentinel has their attention right now, it doesn't mean that'll last. burning them down is probably your best bet... On the other hand, the boy is what animates them, so knocking him out quickly is your best shot - but he's nothing if not a bag of tricks - who knows what he can come up with... Suddenly snapping back to reality with a jolt, you realize you have been far too focused on analyzing the situation. The vines that were trying to slap you off Daisy finally catch up to you, and grabbing Daisy's feet, drag her down - the sudden movement forces you off her, and Daisy, despite struggling as best she can, cannot break free of the rapidly multiplying vines as you fall an awfully long distance. Landing in the dirt, face first, your brain gets rattled heavily, and suddenly it gets a lot darker -- No wait, that's a treant! It grabs you, and... Take a powerful blow! Sentinel Your yelling gets their attention. Perhaps a little too well! Pretty much every single treant in the area that isn't across the battlefield Vane and Red Errant are in charges at you, and as you hastily climb up one of them, they literally pile upon themselves trying to get to you. You are far too occupied with dodging angry trees to notice a projectile flying towards you, and... *donk* Ghorza smacks into you, and the both of you fall to the forest floor. Before you can collect yourself and rise to your feet, however, a giant, wooden hand grabs you, sealing itself shut around you as it pulls you into the air. You got a way with a likely bruise or two, but it's suddenly starting to feel really tight in here, and you don't really have a way to get out of this ever-tightening vice grip. Even worse, you can see the pollen that Red Errant dispersed return, thanks to your involuntary vantage point! Any second now, they are going to engulf Ghorza's current position... Vane It seems the boy is completely unprepared to see you stand up so soon, and due to giving another place his attention, he reacts to your charge far too slowly. The boy marks Hopeless! Using one of his vines the boy lifts himself into the air. However, she suddenly shrieks out in pain, and the vine lets go of him, dropping him straight down again. On all fours, the boy retches, and... pukes up pure, liquid mana? Dear lord, that can't be good. This must be what Lady Selza meant with their body being unable to handle the mana. You are so disturbed by this sight that you can't even get yourself to attack him. Having recovered, he stares at you once more, but the look in his eyes has changed considerably. Instead of simply hatred, you see... a lot more. Fear, for one. And... a lot more worrisome - a crazed sort of determination. You can almost see it in his eyes. He backs away from you, and behind him, the treants begin something resembling a mad sprint. You quickly realize that the battle you were in was a moving fight, and you are within spotting distance of Red Errants home village. At best, two or three kilometers are what seperates the treants from completely unprepared, innocent villagers. But, just behind the village, you can also see your own home. And going by the fact that some the treants on the outskirts of the army aren't even going to hit the village, it dawns on you. The boy's misery is something he blames your family for. Why else would he be so hellbent on this? He wants your father dead, and in this state, it doesn't matter to him if it's the last thing he does. Red Errants home is not his target. It's merely in the way. Somewhat paralyzed by the horror of the realization - while you may not particularly like him, he is still your father - you don't see the vine whip snap forward, and painfully crashing against your legs, it sweeps your foothold from below you. Take a powerful blow! Red Errant Damnit! This is bad. Ghorza's got smacked back to the ground, Daisy's getting pinned to the ground by grasping vines and can't turn her head far enough to burn them off, and... Sentinel is slowly getting squeezed to death. Goddamnit. Almost exactly as you pulled off your one-liner, he captured Sentinel, as if to mock you. On top of that, the drat choking pollen are already creeping back. While they're a good distance away from you, Ghorza's about to be engulfed by it again, and you don't even know where Lady Selza is. Either on the other side of the mist... or inside it. But perhaps the worst part... is the fact that you are getting ever closer to the village, and the treants are rushing for it. This is a disaster. Just what problem do you take first? You don't have nearly enough time to tackle all these problems!
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Vane Something in him just... clicks. As if an oppressive force around him just vanished, the area suddenly feels a lot... calmer. He gasps for air, and continues to breathe heavily for a moment aftward. "I... I didn't want to - I didn't mean to--" he stammers to himself. Suddenly, he looks up to you, as angry as ever. "All I want is for my family to stop suffering!!" he yells, directly into your face. He grasps your shoulders in fury, but he is so weakened that you feel little more than the presence of his hands. "You cursed nobles just take! And take! And take! How dare you call yourselves noble!" He starts to slump down, unable to support his own weight anymore. "You... You're all monsters... Finally, he slides off of you, and remains on the ground, unmoving. It seems he's fallen unconscious. Everyone With their controller unconscious, the treants become ordinary trees once more, as the magic controlling them fades. The choking mist, too, vanishes - and finally, you see Lady Selza again - in the midst of nearly two dozen utterly demolished trees. She is looking considerably worse for the wear - but is still alive. You regroup together, around the unconscious boy that has caused everyone so much trouble...The question is, what do you do with him? A sudden, extremely strange sound somewhat resembling a thunderclap pulls your attention away from him. In front of you now stands an incredibly bizarre girl.  She looks at each of you with what can only been described as a mix of complete disinterest and a clinical stare. She then looks at the unconscious boy on the floor. "What's the matter, young Sommerlund? Aren't you going to take his life? Your family as already taken everything else away from him, why stop now?" she taunts him. "Or has your lot perhaps begun to actually grow a conscience?" Without waiting for an answer from him, she simply moves on, walking towards Lady Selza. "Ah, the lost princess. How are you doing today?" she asks. "Who are you?" Lady Selza says, not bothering to actually reply. The girl slightly tilts her head in response. "Oh, me? Never mind me. People called me a hero, once... but now I am merely a Phantom of the past." Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 19:18 on Jun 29, 2017 |
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Freak: -1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: None!| Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund Okay, my distraction worked on these treants. Perfect. Now, er, what to do now? I had thought as far as attracting their attention, but now that I had it, should I evade their attacks? Strike them down? Go after the mage? No, no, couldn’t do that, too many obstacles. Then- before I’m able to finish coming up with another impromptu plan, something smashes into me. Rather, someone. I start to shake off the impact, rise to my feet, when I’m captured by one of the treants. Wonderful. What was I meant to do now? “Ghorza! Are you all right? If you are, I could use a hand here-” Suddenly, the grip on me loosens, and I fall to the ground. Again. I’d been doing an awful lot of falling and tumbling in the past few minutes, and I was getting somewhat annoyed with it. The first time was planned at least, but someone in armor was not meant to be thrown and jostled about like a circus performer. Ah well. Bruises heal, and none of us were severely injured, so I was complaining for little reason. Gathering myself, I look around the battlefield, trying to determine why the treants had released me. Once I realize Vane’s managed to… defeat? the mage we were battling, I begin to make my way over to him, saying, “Well done, Vane! Sorry I couldn’t be of more use. Still, you handled yourself more than well-” And again, I am interrupted by another noise. Can a man not even finish his gratuities anymore? While I couldn’t entirely disagree with Lilly’s blunt choice of words, perhaps a more tactful approach would be more effective here. “Please, hold a moment, Red Errant.” I turn to face this newcomer, this ‘Phantom’ as she seems to emphasize for herself, and watch her carefully with crossed arms. “Pardon me, my lady, but a hero you once called yourself? Then you should have no qualms about divulging your name or your title, whichever you went by, if you speak truly. And how is it you know my friend Vane, and his ties with Sommerlund?” quote:TheFireMagi-Today at 10:30 AM
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Freak: -2 | Danger: -2 | Savior: +3 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Duchy of Sommerlund A lot of things happened, then Phantom left! I look back at Lilly, "I do not know, Lilly. Some magic of the heart or mind? But... perhaps more. She mentioned having watched us. She may well be watching our friends, as well, if her tales of their exploits are true." A brief pause. "Thank you, Lilly. Truly. You saved the boy's life with your..." I struggle for a way to frame her actions positively. "Inventive invectives." My thoughts return to the child. He's almost certainly in no position to travel back with us to the Knights and their experts. Not at the moment, anyway. We could rest at my family's home... No. That seems ill-advised. Everyone is rather vulnerable at the moment. I'd not inflict that upon them. Though, speaking of homes... My eyes look to the nearby village. It is Lilly's home. Perhaps she has people she wishes to see. Her own family. I cough lightly, "It seems we've accomplished our mission here, Lady Selza. With the phantom's interest in the boy unclear, it seems reasonable that we ensure his safe return to the sages of the Knights. Perhaps we could rest in the village for a few hours while we tend his injuries and ready him for the road ahead?" Tricky fucked around with this message at 21:52 on Jul 5, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +2 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: +0 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: | Location: Near her village and having a really bad day. I freeze. Nodding slowly. "Yes, there's food and water there, we can rest up for a while. Work out what to do next." She shouldered Pater. "I'll carry him." I'm not exactly thrilled to be going home. But maybe mother won't drag me back home by the ear. maybe...
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Everyone Lazy Selza looks a bit baffled. "Well... never had this situation before. Sure. Make sure you keep a very, very close watch on him. I do suppose we might learn something important if we bring him in." she replies. "Very well, let's go with your suggestion." --- The sun, now having started to set, underlines your arrival to the village. It seems you've arrived a little bit too late, as there's barely a soul in sight. The few people still on the streets quickly scamper off. Well then... What do you do now? You will have to find some sort of lodging, but it seems people aren't exactly eager to talk to a heavily armed, unannounced group of strangers.
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