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NotFishing

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Cirion

How many hits could he take!?

Cirion had faced demons, undead, brigands, cultists, and all sorts of nasty things. Some fights had been easy, some had been tough. This particular fight could certainly be classified as tough. This man simply refused to go down, and the black blood suggested it was not due to fighting prowess alone. Demonic, maybe? What sort of nefarious deal had Black struck?

Black's hand shot out and Cirion immediately smacked it away, taking a few steps back. If Black attempted to close the distance, he could always summon another barrier or cast a wind spell. Engaging Black in close combat was clearly a mistake.

He decided that he needed to be more clever in how he used his magic.

Once more he waved his wand, although this time Black would not notice any immediate effect. But on each side of the pirate, right next to each foot, a small wall of earth would rise. Each wall was maybe about a foot and a half in height and three feet wide. Not giving the Mercenary enough time to realize what he had done, Cirion fired another electricity spell at stomach height - too low to duck under.

That way, if the Mercenary attempted to dodge to the side, he would trip and fall on one of the elevated walls of solid earth. Even if he did notice the walls, having to take the time to step over them would make him slower to dodge Cirion's second spell. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

29-Feb-2016 01:09:19 - Last edited on 29-Feb-2016 01:18:45 by NotFishing

Inferi

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Even More Hellish Fires

Although her initial salvo had done an excellent job of scattering the lancers at the front of the charge, those in back had managed to keep themselves from being seriously hit. That was good; it was no fun when the enemy crumpled before the first assault. Well, that wasn’t quite true, since the first assault could be extended enough that it did not feel like a single strike, but in the majority of situations it was more fun for the fight to pass beyond the barrier imposed by destruction at the hands of a single attack.

As the cavalry did what little regrouping they needed to and continued the charge, they were joined by a great deal of reinforcements, and Kira’s grin became even larger. A single unit of cavalry was barely a challenge, and although these defenders of the town did not look any more impressive than the majority of the adventuring groups that had made the mistake of coming after her there were enough of them to make the discrepancy in power a bit less. Maybe she would have some fun here after all, and with her part of the plan dissolving into *create as large of a commotion as possible” she saw no reason to hold herself back.

The barrage of fireballs did not continue, and strangely enough she did not loose any more fire upon the approaching soldiers. Instead, she crossed her arms and stood there, watching the approaching cavalry and other defenders. As she stood, tendrils of flame began to snake out along the ground, winding their way out from her feet and across the street. They moved out perhaps twenty feet from where she was standing in all directions before turning to connect to each other, forming a flaming circle on the ground around her.

And while it did*’t do anything to physically deter the approaching enemies, the predatory smile on her face told them, “Come to me and die.” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Feb-2016 01:50:24

Inferi

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Katherine Enris

“

Understood.

” Kat replied to the Decan, snapping back to attention for the brief moment that she needed to respond. While she was just as eager to rid the world of a demon as anyone else in the camp, she could not agree with the lack of caring about continuing her existence. Her faith in Tyrrus was strong, but that did not mean she wanted to pass from her existence in this world just yet.

“

Well…

” she started, trying to figure out how to answer Alania’s question only after she had already started speaking. It was a question that most people wouldn’t have much trouble answering, but Kat’s situation wasn’t exactly one that she wanted to broadcast to everyone. Besides, she wasn’t quite sure how to explain it in the first place, and most people would either laugh at her or look at her in a way that indicated they weren’t sure she was all with it.

For some reason, though, she got the impression that Alania might take her seriously. The young woman seemed like she took almost everything seriously, and that she actually cared about the world and those in it. That could also be called naive, which she was pretty sure was the general opinion of the rest of the group the young woman was traveling with, but sometimes that wasn’t a bad thing.

“

I’m trying to find an answer.

” she finally decided on. “

Something happened during the Pelagic II’s voyage…

”

At this point her voice trailed off, as she realized Alania was no longer walking beside her. Normally, it would have been something she realized immediately, but she had been lost enough in her thoughts, trying to find the proper words, that she hadn’t noticed it happen. Now that she did, though, it struck her as extremely odd. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Mar-2016 02:47:35

Inferi

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First the knight had fallen into slumber without any real provocation, and now Alania, who had seemed quite awake when they had begun walking, was sleeping next to him, looking like she had slumped to the ground without any intention to.

There was something strange here, Kat’s instincts practically setting off alarms when she felt a strange sensation in the back of her mind. Unlike the pair sleeping before her, it did not seem to affect her much at all, giving her little more than a small unpleasant sensation before dissipating. Nothing around had given her any reason to feel uneasy before now, and it made her fairly sure that whatever had caused this - and also probably whatever had caused these two to begin slumbering - was not a tangible presence anywhere near the camp.

The relaxed look gone from her eyes, they narrowed into a gaze that belonged to a hunter rather than a simple scout. Even though it was unlikely there would be any threat that had not already taken place, her guard was now raised and she was waiting for something, anything, to happen. While she wanted to know what was going on with the pair as well, she refrained from touching either. From what she could see, it looked as though Alania had done just that before she had slumped to the ground, and if the effect was communicable Kat wanted nothing to do with it.

For the time being, given that there was nothing else she could do, the huntress decided to continue on her walk around the camp and complete the order that had been given to her. Maybe once that was completed Alania and Sir Charles would be awake, and she could figure out what had just happened.

She also made sure to tell everyone to leave the sleeping pair alone, although she did not tell them why apart from saying that it would be best not to wake them up. The soldiers didn't need any reason to worry, at least not yet. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Mar-2016 02:47:45 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2016 02:48:55 by Inferi

Azigarath

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Spirry's Dreams – Alicia Vendal and Karstone

He did not expect this to happen, but Spirry's dream had, well, acted as some kind of mental infection, entering the minds of some people. It seemed that only Mugwo and Alicia resisted the most inhumane thoughts, though why this was the case, was anybody's guess. Though Alicia did question and threatened Spirry openly and bravely when he first appeared with her words and crossbow, so perhaps that aspect of her mentality resisted his projecting visions. Alicia wanted that old coot Karstone to just leave her alone, but then felt that vision seeping into her mind, so she resisted it with her magic in some form. Would it be enough to resist this infectious dream?

The Newborn had appeared as an alien with a grotesque visage, who came to drink the blood of the living, as a toast to those who will die. Sharing with the minds of those he wishes to taste, he wanted to find the Fire, to seal its mystic flames, and never be alone within its kindle.

“Into the Fire you must go, beyond that lies all you wish to know.” A voice spoke inside Alicia's mind, a deep, thick, gurgling voice, with a screechy vibe, as if broken machinery echoed in the voice.

If Alicia failed to resist the vision, she would be able to break the connection by opening her eyes and thinking about her own world while ignoring the vision, however, if she did this, the vision might jump into Karstone and attempt to pull his thoughts out of himself and summon it into the Playroom!

04-Mar-2016 04:39:03 - Last edited on 04-Mar-2016 04:42:32 by Azigarath

Loaned Shark

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The Necromancer

Interesting.

Regarding the archway into this perplexing structure, Ubaid cast his gaze over the symbols. Most of them he did not recognise, which was to be expected, but from what he had seen most folks of this era believed in one pantheon at best, and even within that pantheon offered only one deity their fealty. The sheer breadth of worships carved into the woodwork, invoking the sigils of the angelic, apocryphal and apocalyptic alike merely from those he did recognise, told the necromancer all he needed to know:

None had managed to reach this structure, for if they had Ubaid had no doubt that the door would have been reduced to splinters and some manner of hell would have been unleashed upon them. And whatever lay within was of truly blasphemous value; he did not want to be the first to cross this threshold, but he would be damned if he let any other uncover this secret, and he suspected weaponise it, before he.

There was nothing for it. Lurking by the wall of a house, peering about so that the shattered white half of his mask remained in concealment, the bronzed-clad ghost scrutinised the temple’s defences and points of ingress. Beyond the panes of glass he could sense candles burning, but that meant nothing; he knew of cultures aplenty who felt dark spirits were attracted to the dark, and so warded against intrusion with flame and prayer. Given how heavily fortified this township was, he would not be surprised if this was the only time in his persistence that such efforts proved to be useful. In any event, he saw no movement, nor any shadows by the windows; if he were watched, then they did so from behind a veil he could not turn aside. Silently, the ghost drifted back out of sight, and considered his options. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

07-Mar-2016 18:28:33

Loaned Shark

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This close, he did not have to concentrate to feel the bizarre otherness emanating from within the prison (for that was what he surmised it was). A void in the natural order was nothing new to him, for that was how he continued to exist; the fact that he did not recognise this hole in the world as such was perplexing in its own right, and a mystery he would unravel shortly. Of more concern at the present was how the swirling vortex had scrambled his efforts to divine what lay within from beyond the town’s walls, and he had little doubt that it would continue to do so if he tried to see what lay deeper within.

He thought briefly of attempting to make contact, to see whether what lay within was a creature or creation, and rejected the idea as foolish. Should a guardian lie in wait, and he had no reason to expect there would not be, then he might as well just kick the door to splinters and save the time. No: He needed information. And quickly.

He regarded the door nearest him, one of many along this street, and then slowly turned to scan his environ. Deserted, the occupants either driven inside for fear of the raging battle or towards such; excellent. If the Judges eyes were clouded, they would stay that way; carving the scrying spell in the air would be faster, but the arcane blowback would burn in the mind like one of the Pyromancer’s flames. And in any event, he needed something with more power behind it than force of will, more substance.

In hindsight, Ubaid decided, his mask breaking had been quite fortuitous.

He concentrated for a moment, and the silently beating heart within his chest began to travel upwards, buffeted by the congealing will which made up his body. Awkwardly reaching around the still-intact half of his mask, the fingers of Ubaid’* left hand stiffened and reached down into the void, questing down for his secret weapon. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

07-Mar-2016 18:29:00

Loaned Shark

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He would have to find a sufficient sacrifice to regain its strength, but he felt that not being destroyed as soon as he walked inside that building was worth the price.

When his hand emerged, the yellowed, decrepit wrapping was coated in bright red blood, the squandered potential of his victims rendered down into this one vessel. The heart itself, weakened and beating slower, retreated back to where it belonged in a normal person, and the necromancer worked as fast as he could, daubing a stylised eye on the brickwork he hid behind. Above this (whilst glancing behind himself, to be sure he was not interrupted) the necromancer drew the ritual depiction of the Judge to avert their wrath, although he reflected that it was even harder to tell what animal the snout belonged to than usual. Clenching his hand, smearing his fingertips back in the reservoir of blood on his palm, Ubaid completed the spell with a pentagram, the elongated point aiming towards the corner of the house he hid behind. And on the other side lay the temple.

Flattening his palm over the eye, the decrepit bandages deflating as he ceased to exert his will in that manner, Ubaid leaned back around the corner, stared at the structure, and listened . He could hear a distant entreaty, a dream from untold leagues away, and ignored it as an irrelevance. Instead, he turned his full attention on the void, hearing for the patterns, and watching for the ebb and flow of the world twisted into alien shape; if wards and traps had been laid into the walls, or across the threshold like a tripwire, he hoped to find the echo of regularity, and much the same for anyone who stood guard within.

Hell … belatedly.

His teeth bared in a vicious snarl, Charles had been on the verge of throwing himself at the monster in lieu of an answer and damn the consequences when the world turned upside down again. A devil reached out to him and burned, which had never happened before but he was not about to complain All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

07-Mar-2016 18:29:18 - Last edited on 13-Mar-2016 20:50:55 by Loaned Shark

Loaned Shark

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The devil wasn't playing Spirry's game, so Charles reckoned it something real, drawn here like them. If only he could turn and cut the devil's head from its shoulders! And yet, as hard as he tried, he couldn't compel his muscles to move, he had to stand there and listen to this deranged, blasphemous rambling until the scum decided they were done!

Teeth grinding, his breaths short and sharp and his chest aflame, the knight quivered in fury, waiting only to break free of whatever spell lay upon him so he could lay about him. For an instant, upon seeing Alania again, he was torn between wanting to charge into the demons and charge into her for her part in leading them to this, but with the first glimpse of the look on her face his spiteful need for revenge melted away. The devil was right; she was broken, and pathetic, but by God she had the right idea. Fight.

He made up his mind there and then. There was no way in hell he could get close enough to Spirry to do any damage, either of them (whatever the hell was going on with that; if the stars and moon aligned, he decided to focus on the one without all the ironmongery inside it), but the new devil was right here. It had burned when it tried to touch him, and more importantly he could actually reach it. Charles fixed his eyes on the back of the devil's, Soahc's, head, and promised that if Sir Charles of Richton was going to die then that thing was coming with him.

The suicidal 'plan' took on a slightly more positive note when the third arrival, who Charles had failed to notice the first time around, began to sing. He didn't know what was going on, but as the tendrils of magic reached out to him he recoiled instinctively from this witchcraft. Soothing, comforting in this land of madness - and surely a cover for some new horror. Magic had brought him Capital City, magic had stolen his family from him, magic brought nothing but death and destruction and cackling madmen and this . All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

13-Mar-2016 21:01:07

Loaned Shark

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Distracted by everything else going on, he didn't even notice the throbbing which began to pulse in the back of his skull, but he did notice the fresh spasm about his lungs, the vice of his disease clamping a little tighter. And with that flash of breathless agony, he was free again!

And back in the world, slumped over with his head on his hand, Charles hiccupped, and a droplet of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth to rest in his bedraggled facial hair.

What he did know, as his head whipped from side to side, was that whatever that little girl was singing was getting on the drake-demon's nerves. More than anything he or Alania could do, if Spirry's repetitive nonsense was to be believed, and Charles would take anything he could get. He just really, really hoped she could ramp it up some more.

And then he saw a few of those mechanised tentacles rear up and begin their assault, and all thoughts of strategy fled from his mind. " Alania! " he barked hoarsely, hoping she got the message in time as he lunged towards Siera. The abominable, debased faces of those closest to him flashed past, torturous contraptions lunged down to meet him like hounds taking the scent. A shrieking drill-bit glanced off his helmet, staggering him long enough for a second to dart down and flense a messy slice from his unprotected left shoulder.

And by luck, design or the grace of God, that was it. Bleeding and bellowing, Sir Charles threw himself in the path of the machines which sought to tear his only hope to shreds. His sword flashed up, knocking the leading limb aside and down with a screech of metal on metal: If Spirry wanted the singer, he'd have to send his creations through Charles.

Implying, he was lucid enough to realise, that that was going to pose a problem. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

13-Mar-2016 21:01:46

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