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Loaned Shark

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The overall effect conspired to suggest that he had a body, and failed miserably. As he exerted his will, his armoured frame would come to life, cloth billowing out to give the illusion of embalmed flesh. As soon as the pressure ended, however, the cloth would deflate again and drift aimlessly, until another ‘muscle’ was exerted. His 'face' was hidden behind an impassive, white death mask, built into his flat-headed bronze helmet with a long crack running from a spiderweb of fractures at the right temple, through an empty eye-socket and down across the lips. Inky, total blackness swam in their depths, and if one stared close enough a pair of tiny blue pinpricks, like distant supernovae, could be seen to stare back.

Spells, carved hastily in the air in the same sickly green lines as the pentagram, had flared brilliantly as Ubaid stepped smartly through them, spreading across and suffusing his plates and wrappings like oil across a pond. The temperature around the ghost dropped perceptibly as soon as this was done, frost creaking about his boots if he stood still for a few seconds, but the actual point of the spell would become obvious as soon as Brodus directed a swing back at him.

Upon nearing him, blows would find the strength driving them sapped, requiring an extra effort to keep them on-course. The path of least resistance would see slices and thrusts slide off to the sides, magics would lose their potency as though they had been cast from vast distances. The sheer attrition had served Ubaid well in the past, for while a man could overcome his magic with brute force and willpower at first they would, inevitably, tire, and far faster than they should have done. It wasn't flashy, and it wouldn't kill anyone outright, but Ubaid had the patience of the grave.

And, descriptions over with, he hoped that he could stop taking up so much space for every action now. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

11-Jun-2015 03:41:32

Corbonyo

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Desmo let out a smirk at the man surrendering to his threats. "I shall spare you this once****. Herrin." He said while leaning back. He was becoming more comfortable in this strange place. ~This Rickman could be helpful in my quest. I doubt he could slay no dragon though... Or even a pup. He aint no mage like me.~ Desmo thought. He was always daydreaming about the epic quests he would go on, and the new spells he would invent.

The man extended his hand towards Desmo. "My names Des." Desmo stopped mid sentence and stared at the man's hand. His half smile faded. His face was now stern and his eyebrows furrowed. "Who taught you your manners!" He raised his voice, but wasn't shouting just yet. "A goat maybe, but they know some things at least. It'd be unfair to compare them to you, they aint as bad." Desmo raised his left hand and extended it to the man.

"Papa told me when shakin a man's hand its right on right, and be strong with your grip. Not to strong though. Wouldn't want to hurt nobody. You see though my right hand is done and gone. Left me awhile ago. In fact i can't remember even having a right arm. Maybe i didn't." Desmo stopped his rant and looked off to the side. He pondered for a second before continuing. "You gotta shake my left!" He pushed his hand out further.

((Ill be able to post more just finished all my graduation stuff.))

11-Jun-2015 05:51:27

NarBloodwolf

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Once more Rovaan listened in to what Ethel had to say about the true objective of the job. Where other mercenaries would have been frightened and ran away by such a job, Rovaan relished in it. In fact, Rovaan's reaction was almost unnatural in a way. For when Rovaan heard what they might be up against Rovaan's grin turned into a wide toothy smile. The army of conscripts had numbers true enough but they were only kindling for the flames compared to what was coming.

''An army of hags and hagspawn, plus a possible encounter with some strange monster that they consider a god you say? Well things just got a bit more interesting and bit more to my liking. A true test of my skills compared to what the Hamstead army offered. I am more than game to take on this job now, if anything, this should be fun.'' said Rovaan chuckling malevolently.

~So the hags and some hagspawn use illusion magic as well as potions to lure in men. If what Ethel says is true about hagspawn, their looks alone could be the death of any of us here. But then again, I am not human, so to speak. But then again, they might not only be after human men. But yet......hmmm. We shall have to wait and see what happens. This could in fact get very interesting. I just hope that I do not have to break the final seal on this damn gauntlet. I have already broken two of the three seals that keep ''It'' from getting lose. I just hope we do not get into anything over our heads, then I will be forced to break the last seal.~ Rovaan thought to himself, obviously more worried deep in his mind about the job that he was showing off to the others.

11-Jun-2015 06:11:09

Inferi

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The Leprechaun's Foot

The flute either didn't hear Kuro or didn't feel like responding, no noise coming back after he tried to communicate with it. Whatever it had been saying, that hadn't been the correct response. Etheldredda's not-so-friendly words regarding it, however, were met with a noise that could only be the instrumental equivalent of a laugh. Whatever the consequences, it was clear the instrument did not fear them, and the prompting of such a response was something it found amusing. Apathy was boring, but anything else, be it friendly, hostile, or curious, were reactions the flute seemed to enjoy.

As for Siera, all she could do was give a shrug to the hagspawn. That pretty much summed up everything she could say about all relevant matters. The flute wasn't something she could control, even less now than when she had been able to shout at it, and if it was going to make it a point to irritate Etheldredda then there really wasn't much the musician could do. That was unlikely, although more likely than normal since dislike of the attention had been voiced. It was like dealing with a child: tell it not to do something and that something became all the more tempting. Still, the flute wasn't unintelligent, and if such an action would endanger friendships and cause hostility then it seemed to understand it would be a bad idea to continue.

As for everything else, her shrug meant something along the lines of, "Might as well go do it." She wasn't suicidal by any means, the prospect of dying scaring her just as much as being alone forever, and while she didn't like to hear that this was incredibly dangerous she also didn't like hearing what was going on. If Etheldredda was right, then this was a grab at power. She may not be able to understand it exactly as the hagspawn did, but the meaning was clear enough. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jun-2015 07:41:15

Inferi

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The thing she could liken it to most was the spirit power her people drew on by fractions, and she had felt the full strength of that energy before she had been teleported away. To think of something like that being used against a world was terrifying, and if the Hagfather was even the slightest bit to the hags as the spirits were to her people, then this wasn't something that could be allowed.

Hearing this was frightening, but at the same time it was almost comforting. This was something worthwhile, something that she could do to help the people of this world, and it wouldn't be as complicated as the Azul problem had been. They shouldn't be multiple steps behind at every turn, because this wasn't a game of wits. If Etheldredda was telling it true, then this was extermination. It made her a bit sad, but Hags were not the friendliest of creatures. Her desire to not hurt people stretched far, but it did not extend to those who wanted to destroy the world.

Besides...Etheldredda seemed to think this was a suicide mission. The small part of the old Siera remaining in her wanted to prove her wrong.

Rovaan's announcement caused her to immediately shift her attention to him, glaring for a moment. He was talking about an army of people that didn't understand what they had been doing, and he seemed to enjoy the fact that he had been part of what had essentially been a massacre. She had seen the sites of battle outside of Copperdale, and it had shocked her to say the least. The damage caused had been phenomenal, yet there had been only a single magical signature relating to it.

It had been difficult to tell at the time, since the detection magic had caused her head to ache for the next several minutes, but she had been given plenty of time to think about it later. Whatever, or whoever, had caused the damage had been very powerful, and if it was Rovaan and all he cared about was combat like that...well, she was going to have to be wary. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jun-2015 07:41:22

Inferi

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They had only been militia, untrained people who lent their assistance to what they thought was a righteous fight, and although they had been wrong it did not mean they deserved to be slaughtered as they had been. They had deserved to live.

Still, without a voice she didn't want to start an argument. It would be a detriment now anyways, and she didn't know him enough to judge him based on a single sentence. It was possible she had simply taken it out of context...although she knew that, had she been able to speak, she already would have reprimanded him for that. It was needless killing, and she wanted nothing to do with someone who enjoyed such a thing.

The flute, meanwhile, had decided to prove Azim somewhat wrong. It couldn't read his thoughts, of course, but the way he looked at it told it enough. Swooping down from where it was floating, the musical instrument flew up stealthily behind him, tapping him on the head twice before retreating with a repeat of its laughing noise. Assuming he turned to look, it would move around, trying to stay out of his sight for a moment before moving up behind him and whistling shrilly right behind his head. Even if he didn't look, it would eventually take the opportunity to do the same thing.

Its presence known, the instrument would float lazily over his shoulder and settle itself into a lazy float a few feet forward and to his right, just out of the man's reach. While it might seem impossible for a musical instrument, even a sentient one, to look lazy, the flute somehow managed to do it. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jun-2015 07:41:33

Inferi

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Bringer of the Worldfire

Between her fire and the minions of Soahc, there were almost no people still living in the town. It was a pity that her soon to be allies were as unworthy as those that she had burned, but that was something she was willing to live with if it brought her closer to her goal. Not everyone had to be enlightened immediately, for their day would come eventually. When the world burned, they would find their enlightenment along with everyone else that had yet to be found. If they helped that goal be accomplished, then perhaps they would prove themselves worthy to live in the new world.

Her musings were brought to a halt when a voice drifted through the air around her. Unlike every other voice she had heard so far, this one was not begging for life or grunting due to the exertion of removing the bloody weapon from the corpse on the ground in front of them. This one was familiar, and it was a voice that she had been hoping she would hear.

"

Well, well. Coming out to greet me yourself, are you? You certainly know how to make a girl feel special.

" she commented with a playful grin, turning to face the demigod as she pretended to blush. His roving stare just made her grin intensify, for she knew what he was looking at and purposely moved her body to give him the best view possible. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy more than one show.

His request, however, was met with a fake pout of her own. "

My dear, can you ever have a toy that you don't try to break as soon as a new one shows up?

" she asked, shaking her head with a huffy sigh. "

It's like you don't want me to have any fun at all.

" Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jun-2015 07:41:59

Inferi

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Crossing her arms and looking away, she seemed to ignore the touch on her chin for a moment, but like him and his laugh she couldn't keep up such a facade for too long. Turning back to look at him with a grin returned, she put a hand on the side of his face as well, letting her forefinger trail down his cheekbone and off the chin as she stepped away. Turning in the direction of the cathedral, she went a few steps before looking back over her shoulder and winking in his direction.

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I'll make sure to find you later.

" she told him over her shoulder. "

You may want to discuss business, but I'd much rather discuss pleasure. The two can go together, can't they?

"

((I'll probably wait another post or two to intervene on the combat. No need to be hasty.)) Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

11-Jun-2015 07:42:10

NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

"If we killed an elder demon, we will kill this." Joric said simply, trying to think of a joke which would apply to the current situation. Unfortunately, no joke came. "So what are we waiting for?"

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Alicia Vendal

"Who would profit from violence?" Alicia asked, a slightly sarcastic expression on her face. "Gee, I don't know!"

"Oh wait! Kings, soldiers, blacksmiths, un-ethical business men, mercenaries, pirates, even people like us." She explained. Was this girl really that naive? She wore armor and had established herself as an adventurer. Surely she had to execute violence at some point or another.

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Brodus

Brodus saw the staff flying at him and reacted. He swung his sword, knocking the makeshift projectile aside, and potentially cutting it in two if no enchantments or other spells had been made to increase its durability.

Then Ubaid approached him and did some crazy quick swordplay in a figure eight. Brodus knew that whenever an opponent did something like this, it usually meant an attack would soon follow. So, he instinctively leapt back to avoid any downward attacks and block any thrust or swing attacks. And he had been just in time, too - the sword would strike only the ground.

Taking advantage of his opponent's vulnerable state, Brodus swung his sword diagonally downwards where one of the ghost's weakpoints seemed to be located, the right thigh to be exact. But he was surprised at the sudden amount of effort it took. As a result, the swing was slightly slower and easier to dodge or block.

Meanwhile, his own forces continued their battle against the undead. The mages continued to hold up their barriers, but when one of the undead groups gave up a mage would lower his barrier and lash out with a powerful fire spell, before bringing the barrier up once again. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

11-Jun-2015 12:08:35 - Last edited on 11-Jun-2015 20:35:08 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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And while the fire spell would kill a few, its purpose was more to keep the undeads' attention on the mages.

And on the other side of the cathedral, the warriors fought on. Their tactic had essentially been to let the undead beat away on their shields, until an opening appeared which they would strike at with their spears. The three members of the rearguard lacked this organized fighting structure, unable to form a line from pile to wall, and instead fought ferociously to defend the main line from any undead who thought to attack them from behind. Their own spears were fully capable of killing the undead before they could get close enough to attack, and if those failed they always had swords to rely on. For now this proved to be adequate. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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