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Inferi

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Farmlands

Every situation that she had been involved with since the Dread Lord fiasco had seemed to go badly, and this was shaping up to be exactly the same. Kuro had made it off the bridge, but he didn't get far before his horse went down and he got thrown from it. Everyone then took the opportunity to engage the beast, subsequently setting it aflame, charging with melee weapons, and attempting to insult it via jokes.

At least one of those seemed like a bad idea, but Siera really couldn't tell which of them that would be.

Not for the first time she wondered how Annie could draw on such incredible magical reserves with so little preparation and effort. Something of that magnitude would take her time to build up, and the mix of elemental damage wasn't a specialization she had. She could command elements to a degree, but most of what she produced was simply magical energy given basic form. The unfortunate truth was that she had never had time to learn such magics, learning and practicing what she needed to keep herself alive and not having time for much else.

Still, it seemed this entire world had a better grasp of magic than she did in many respects. Try though she might, Siera had never been able to shape magical energy quickly, her work needing time and patience to take form. Other spellcasters could bring their full power to bear much faster than her, and although she knew that her final strength could be greater than most it didn't matter if she couldn't get there.

About to unleash several missiles at the creature, the musician was interrupted by Etheldredda's shout. The trees? What about the trees? Her eyes going to the treeline on the opposite side of the river, Siera saw nothing, and it confused her somewhat. The hagspawn wouldn't have shouted it if it wasn't important, but with a giant troll engaged with the rest of their group and nothing over there, why was she pointing it out now?
If I ever think up something clever, it'll go here.

08-Jul-2015 07:47:05

Inferi

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The only conclusion was that there was something being missed, and without time to puzzle it out Siera had to take a more direct approach. Shifting her spell, the musician targeted three people: herself, Rovaan, and Etheldredda. Both of them would have to accept the magical boon, as Siera's magic dictated that it was not something to force on the unwilling - a different situation than when in direct combat, as even the tenants of her magic knew the difference between forcing a magical effect on an ally and fighting someone trying to kill you. It would be an almost unconscious thing, asking a part of their mind that they did not need to pay direct attention to but that would reply in the same way they would if directly confronted with it.

The effect of the spell was simple, but possibly useful in this situation, centered around sight. Normal vision would not change, but those affected would see things in a more distinct way. For example, the aura of any living, sentient creature would be lit in a bright green while the aura of the living dead would be in a sinister red. Magical fields would typically be shown in varying shades of blue, the darker colors signifying greater intensity, and if it was an illusionary field that was lit up the effect would be just slightly dispelled. The illusion would still be visible, but would appear as a wavering one that one could see the true image through.

With the spell completed, Siera once again looked at the other side of the river, at the treeline, trying to find whatever it was Etheldredda was so concerned about.
If I ever think up something clever, it'll go here.

08-Jul-2015 07:47:09 - Last edited on 08-Jul-2015 07:47:35 by Inferi

Inferi

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Oakfoot

"
You look like you're having fun.
" Kira commented as the demigod greeted them, a grin on his features that told her he was enjoying himself as much as she had been. "
Hatching more schemes I'll have to take care of?
"

Her words, although in obvious jest, nevertheless held what she felt was truth. Soahc was always hatching schemes, and as one of his compatriots - she held herself in far too high esteem to consider herself a minion even if it was the case - she'd undoubtedly have a part in them. Most, or hopefully all, would be enjoyable, and even though she may need to take care of what he wanted done she could only hope that it would be something she could derive some pleasure from while it went on.

Her look going to a false form of incredulity when Brodus - as that seemed to be the dark knight's name - swore loyalty, it held for only a minute before she started laughing.

"
Loyalty and trust?
" she said between bursts of laughter, "
What are those? You're looking for something that you know doesn't exist around here.
"

Calming down, her laugher ceased, but the grin that replaced it was the same one she had worn earlier. In fact, it was the same one she wore almost all the time, for it marked her as the predator that she was and not one of the ones that was supposed to be on the opposite end of the metaphorical food chain.

"
Well,
" she added, "
Not among the intelligent, few though they may be.
"
If I ever think up something clever, it'll go here.

08-Jul-2015 07:47:40

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan watched in silence as the troll emerged from the river in all its grotesque glory. Now that their foe was in sight Rovaan had a clear shot. But his fellow adventures already engaged the beast before Rovaan could make the first strike. But regardless, Rovaan was about to engage when Ethel called out something about the trees. Rovaan hadn't noticed it before but once Ethel pointed it out, he realized part of what she was getting at. The fact that the tree line only existed on one side of the river not both. Something was not right here at all and Rovaan knew it like Ethel did.

Then came Siera's spell, his allies now highlighted he would not have to worry about mistakenly hitting them with a stray arrow. But other than the troll Rovaan didn't notice anything right off that seemed odd. But there was something not right about the trees.

''Hear my call and grant me the power within the hall. Unleash the seal, Requiem.'' muttered Rovaan as the arrow notched to his bowstring was set ablaze with blue flame.

Taking aim at the treeline, Rovaan drew back the string of his bow, the flame on the arrow seeming to resonate with Rovaan's own breathing. The flame collapsed and expanded with each breath growing brighter with each breath but not moving beyond a set confine. Then in an instant Rovaan let the arrow fly towards the treeline as he held his breath. As the arrow sailed towards the treeline, Rovaan exhaled and and let his control of the flame disappear. There was a bright flash as the flame on the tip of the arrow burst outwards in a great explosion as it was several inches away from the nearest tree.

08-Jul-2015 22:55:37

Loaned Shark

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The Cathedral

"It's time we leave!"

Ubaid paused in his work, the throbbing heart clutched in his decaying hand, and nodded. "Marshall the dead," he ordered off-handedly, and his crow (which had cheekily hitched a lift off the twins) took wing once more. As in every town before, the little bedraggled bird, infused with his authority, would seek out his minions throughout Oakfoot and pass the message on until all were accounted for. They would assemble about his sarcophagus to the rear of Soahc's formation, following a few of the mercenaries complaining about the smell when Ubaid had marched alongside them, and wait patiently until the command to move on.

He could have just given the order himself, but there was no hurry.

The ritual knife snicking, Ubaid sliced neatly through the ventricles, and turned to regard the Cathedral door for a moment. "My armour," he ordered the Twins as he hopped off the defiled altar, "And do not touch him." He indicated the hanging, decanted corpse. "I need you alive."

The Twins hissed their displeasure, but did as they were bid, tongues flicking across their chapped and scabbed lips as they pawed at his ensorcelled frame. The Bearers would have done the task just as well, he had to admit; they were the first two he had raised in the modern day. They were as witless as any of his other minions, following his commands without question, which was exactly what he needed right now. It helped that, when he ordered them to paint the symbols he needed to work his magic, they did not drip all over the pentagram.

The Twins, however, had much more intrinsic value. As they worked, he reached over to examine them both, interrupting them to the sound of seething annoyance to inspect the spells he had carved into their skin. He brushed back her stringy, matted blonde hair, peeled back his eyelids to examine the whites. "One of you remains with me at all times now," he decided.
All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

09-Jul-2015 17:31:05

Loaned Shark

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"At least. Do not sulk, Ahrim. I would rather you fed as well, but I value my existence more."

Again, the pair fumed, and again they acquiesced, shooting glances and thoughts at one another past their master. He would let them figure out who drew the short straw for themselves; both were coming along just as well, both were stronger and faster than he, and the bonds of familial love were twisted but still present. When Brodus, or one of the other living, tried to kill him again, they would not find him so unprepared.

His coat of scales, now unsecured, was lifted out of the way, and he rested his athame on the altar. Peeling back the bandages wrapping his every inch, he gently took the Dean's engorged heart and pushed it through into the freezing, pitch blackness. Swaddled in the entropic void of his soul-stuff, he could hear the beating, the whispers, but it would be a cold day in the demon halls before anyone else knew he had it.

The Twins suited him back up, working in concert, while his surviving zombies trooped out of the Cathedral. When he followed, not far behind, he was throwing on his back cloak again, his staff having indeed been cut in half and so left behind, amidst the corpse-dust and ruins and the priest's entrails.

"I see your sense of humour is appreciated by more than I, Brodus," he interrupted as he drew closer, flanked by the pair of slavering hunters, before turning his blank mask to regard Soahc. "But to speak of intelligence, yours would be better reflected if you waited until after I had raised your army to send soul-drinking assassins after me." He waved a bloody hand back at the Cathedral. "The harvest was acceptable, but the Knight of Souls here reaped them in turn on his way to me. You do not have quite as many more meat shields as I had expected."
All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

09-Jul-2015 17:35:12

Corbonyo

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Desmond raised his stump for Rickard to allow him easy access of his wounds. This was unlike the usually cautious boy. Rickard's display towards Sephys lead Desmo to believe this man was on his side. He looked up at Rickard, like a puppy to his master. He nodded when Rickard brought up the thorns, seeing as the pain was bothering him. His attention was pulled towards the commotion brought about by a dwarf.

"Ogre folk?" Desmo said in a hushed tone. He quickly glanced at Rickard with a gleam in his eye. A smirk slithered onto his face. ~Saving a town from giant monsters! That will get my name in a book... maybe even more than one. They will need a shelf for my books that is how many i will have!~ "Whats that man on about, Rickard." He had a serious tone, like when the man grabbed him, but less anger and more eagerness. Not to mention, he finally said Rickard's name correctly.

15-Jul-2015 05:36:30

Sir Duncan88

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The Farmlands (Into the fire)

The spell might allow them to see more than they were expecting.

In the forest, near the treeline, there was a blur of movement dancing through the branches. A figure leaped from tree to tree through the woods, just where the river was clearly in sight. Perhaps the sound of conflict up ahead had alerted them, or perhaps they’d learned from some other source, but whatever the reason the figure was approaching the battle.

It was at this point when, much to the mysterious being’s inconvenience, someone decided to shoot a magical flaming arrow at the tree he was about to jump onto.

The concealed figure skidded to a halt, almost losing his balance. A moment later, a man in a billowing green cloak shot out of the forest, landing lightly on the wall of the bridge, and continuing to sprint across it, jumping off and landing on the side opposite the troll, right next to the group. After glancing at them, he quickly decided that they were probably all on the same side, at least in the situation they were. Reaching down he took out two throwing knives. Close range would not work if the troll was still on fire. Fortunately, it seemed one of their mages was attempting to remove this obstacle. With any luck, he’d be able to engage it close-up, and then hit it with throwing knives when the creature looked almost finished.

That is, if they got that far…

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((I hope this is OK, I don’t know what you were planning to do with the forest area but I assume you can jump in the trees, since the squirrels were doing it. I couldn’t really think of a better way to introduce him, since he normally sticks to forested areas.))

18-Jul-2015 17:24:12 - Last edited on 18-Jul-2015 17:24:25 by Sir Duncan88

D F Angel

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Farmlands

The river troll's head loomed up at Joric's bellows, considered his lack of ranged equipment, and focused on Annie instead. With a lazy brush of its wrist, the grass around the young warrior began to grow, weaving into a net which tangled about her, grabbing onto her arms, legs, sword, the shield on her back, hoping to pull her into the earth and down into the pits of hell itself.

With the powerhouse distracted, the troll turned back to its prey to find it not quite as incapacitated as it had originally hoped. Kuro's blood swipe shot up like a guillotine in reverse, barrelling the troll backwards as its chest was opened in an unholy display of gore, painting the ground- and more importantly Kuro, a ghastly shade of red.

Between the flames and weed, it couldn't be said how wounded the creature was, though the blast had certainly knocked the beast back towards the river. Now Kuro's foam-spell was dousing the billowing fires on the creature's body, and it roared out in obscene horror when the spell made contact with its open wound.

Not far behind the group, Etheldredda dropped her mace and clutched at her skull. "No," she spat out, feeling the probing of Siera's magic, requesting access to her mind. "Get out of my head!" The hagspawn shouted, most likely unnecessarily, whilst even further behind Monsieur Federico was paying the battle no mind but instead was honing his womanising talents.

"Oui, I will help you, Judith child. Ride away with me into the sunset, and I shall help you a thousand times over!" He boasted.

Siera's sight-enhancement spell would allow both her and Rovaan to see exactly what was lurking in the trees. A dozen archers or there abouts had crept up, their strings drawn. From their worn garb and dirty beards it was clear they were simple brigands, capitalising on the troll infestation of this riverbank.
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20-Jul-2015 01:42:06

D F Angel

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Further to the north, two boats were being pushed into the water, safe in the fact that the river troll had other prey to be dealing with. Their weapons were simplistic, woodcutting axes and the hammers of blacksmiths and carpenters, sharpened spade and rusted spear, but dangerous none-the-less against those who could not see them coming- which would be everyone save for Rovaan and Siera.

Luckily, Rovaan's arrow found its mark, exploding into a fiery death-charge which enveloped the main fold of the brigand archers. Their sudden screams would alert everyone to their presence, as perhaps five were fallen, though whether dead or merely scarred was indiscernible behind the flames.

Brigands were not ones to love one another however, and the other archers didn't waste more than a few seconds moving away from the flames before firing off their shots, raining death down upon Kuro, Joric, Zed and Annie. The troll too was hit, arrows peppering its rock-scaled back, doing so little damage the beast didn't even seem to react.

"A riddle...Yes." It mused, as its chest wound magically knitted itself back together. Lifting its arms up, the troll summoned the river, the great loping current lurching into the air like a colossal snake, fish and frogs and one ill-placed duck falling from the water as it turned away from its natural course to hang above the bridge, looking down on the attackers.

"Why bring birdsman blood to the birdmen? Why set fire to the flame? Why keep a priest with the unholy? Why let you be a part of his game?"

With these musing over and done with, the troll's arms swung forwards, and following it was the river, flying straight towards Kuro and Zed, Joric and Annie, water with so much weight that it would surely crush them, before ploughing headlong towards Siera and Rovaan and Etheldredda, Judy and Federico, if the brigands' arrows did not slay them first.
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20-Jul-2015 01:42:28

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