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Azi Demonica

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Gideon's Tomb

More memories, thought, regrets. But he found the curious little bracelet, which was certainly magical. Then, another shadowy friend came for round two. Gideon dodged the incoming giant hand, and maul smashed into the damn thing, hearing a crunch followed by a groan. Indeed, the giant arm was quite huge and would require some effort, and Gideon cleverly went back inside the tomb, hearing the giant arm sliding off the mausoleum.

Upon reaching his stony bed, he saw the various weapons in it, and thinking about them, felt the bracelet move, its magic flowing through his arm, somewhat feeling like water. The bracelet began spinning around his arm, and formed a silvery aura, a light of translucent silver.

The relic seemed to be reading his thoughts, and Gideon felt images projecting into his mind. His damaged weapons, and indeed his armour, he imagined as going back in time, back when he used to be alive. Rust and dust and grime faded away, broken bits floated back into a single unit, and slowly, the equipment started looking good as new. Too bad the same did not apply for his own body.

Gideon heard another groan, and had a feeling he should quickly pick whatever weapon had formed to fight with. He knew that the giant arm was quite big, but it felt pain; if he could manage chopping off or breaking each finger-arm, or indeed even start by hacking off or breaking the fingers of the finger-arms, then, piece by piece, he would gradually damage the beast and render it unable to grab anything.

The arm seemed to have emerged from the shadowy area the previous Darkbeasts emerged from as well, and surely, there is a limit to how acutely an elbow can bend. Once it moved inside the mausoleum, it would have less space to move around...

Tsakirr would soon levitate to the area, to continue the fight.

22-Mar-2017 03:06:27 - Last edited on 22-Mar-2017 03:07:11 by Azi Demonica

George Rozas

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Seeing the interior of his tomb once again, the bed of stone that he had lain upon for countless days, even after so short a time still deepened his wish to never again see the interior of a darkened tomb. Had he a stomach it would have been doing flips by now, but the stoic Warlord had no time to even consider such nonsense. His armaments, rusted, ruined, shattered, spread across the tomb with a neatness that defied the rubble now polluting his old habitat. Old memories, nearly as rusty as the weapons themselves, came unbidden at the sight of them... And with them, the artifact became active.

Before his haunting white gaze the magic was woven, long ruined tools of war raising themselves into the air as they were restored to their former glory. Blades he had shattered against the walls with futility pulled themselves together, ancient rust and filth burned away to reveal shining steel and sharpened edges, glints of light catching them at just the right angle to give the warrior several glimpses of his own reflection that changed with every new armament restored.

Grey mostly, darkened by thick patches of brown rust, encrusted with filth he never paid a thought to; armour that had been battered and chipped, yet pierced only once, a piercing wound straight through the heart from the heavy bolt of an arbalest. It all changed, the rust disintegrating into the air, the filth washed away to reveal tides of gleaming silver-steel trimmed with the lightest of blues, cracks and dents filling themselves in... And his greatest flaw, the sole failure of his great armour, the pierced heart; gone. The reflection before him was the same in only one aspect; the gleam of glowing white peering out from the gaps of his visor.

Once again the memories returned, stronger, inspired by the vision of the past he had become... But Gideon could not linger. There was a purpose for his return to this prison, and as the sounds of groaning reached him there was little time to spare.
I am Inferi.

22-Mar-2017 03:49:35

George Rozas

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What caught the warrior's eye first was an old favourite; his halberd, one of the first weapons to be destroyed in his early days of confinement. He took up the weapon, nostalgia that brought sadness pressing down on his mind, thoughts that were repressed back under the Calm. Reach; an oft overlooked advantage, yet also a killer to those who utilized it poorly. Gideon was not one of the latter.

Turning with his weapon in hand, the arm was reforming swiftly. The Warlord saw his avenue and he took it without hesitation, launching himself into a charge that shortened the distance in no time, spinning the halberd in his grip and sweeping the heavy axe-shaped head at the lowest of the bending finger-arms; the thumb. There was a renewed strength in the Unhallowed's swing, somehow greater than his efforts had been prior to the artifact's discovery. No longer was he a rusted old warrior, but a gleaming knight that struck with the utmost of power and precision.

Staying still was not wise in this battle, not when his foe had the advantage of size and strength. Thus, Gideon's sweeping blow was followed by sharp footwork, carrying him through the swing to follow it along, expertly dragging him into a different position than that which he started. His grip readjusted on the halberd's shaft, spinning it in his grip to re-centre the axehead, his stance shifting as he then poised to thrust the piercing spearhead into the limb's wrist.
I am Inferi.

22-Mar-2017 03:49:38

Annie1227
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Poca felt something was watching her. It made her nervous and kept her on guard just in case. She was shocked that Raven just gave her money and left her. She had protected Raven when she was unconscious and she had saved her from dieing on that shed. She had no idea what to do. But decided to follow Raven because whoever was watching her she had a better chance if she's with Raven we defeat whoever it is. -Dances-

22-Mar-2017 17:28:49

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Analee

Anlee nodded as Talarin told her that he was going to wash himself up aswell. "Wait" she began. By the time she turned to where he was, Talarin had already gone. Analee turned back to the grouse as it cooked. "No. He would have said somethjng if he saw me. Right?" She asked Buruk. Buruk just stared at the grouse. "Your right, he would have."

A short time passed. The grouse was done. Analee wanted to wait for Talarin but her stomach had a different thought on that. She ate, and feed some to Buruk and bane. "I should go and let him know that the food is done. Stay Buruk." She told him. Turning, she began her walk to the creek.

Once down there, Analee covered her eyes with one hand, her other reaching out in front of her so she wouldn't walk into anything. "Talarin" she began. "The grouse is done. We already at" she said as she stopped and waited for a response.

22-Mar-2017 23:47:38

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Miranda "The Raven" Banner

Miranda just stared at Hawk as he stood before her. "Yes I have" she replied. "Look, I'm not here to stay. I just need a place for a little while." As she spoke, she began to walk past him. Before she could, he held out an arm which stopped against her chest. Turning his head, he gazed at her and whispered. " Miranda" he began, letting her name escape his lips softly. "You left this place on bad terms. If you are caught, or anyone caught helping you will hang."

"Then I will leave. Sorry to bother you." As she went to turn, Hawk grabbed her by the arm and spun her so she was facing him. "Don't go." He leaned down so his lips were just mere inches from her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her body. "You can't stay here but I can get you out."slowly he moved back and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to the divided city. There is treasure and goods there, enough to allow me to live the high life." He turned and walked towards the wall. Reaching down, he pulled up a sack and tossed it over his shoulder. "You can join me or stay here and get the fate you escaped all those years ago.

Miranda reached back and touched the scars that were on her back. The scars from whips she had received when she was caught stealing. "I'll go" she said.

With a nod, Hawk made his way towards the door. " wait" called out. "I have a bad feeling. And you know as well as I do, when I get a feeling. It is normally right." Hawk let out a sigh and looked back at her. "Ok. What is it?"

"I think we're being watched."

"You mean by this little girl?" He said as he opened the door and grabbed Poca, tossing her to the ground.

Miranda looked down at Poca. "How..never mind. No, by someone else."

"Then we should get going."

Nodding, Miranda pulled up her mask and hood and began to follow, stopping for a moment by Poca. "Let's go" she told the girl. They were off to the divided city.

23-Mar-2017 00:00:39

Azi Demonica

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Gideon

The magic restored what once was, so long ago. Armour and weapons fixed, he faced the giant shadowy arm as it swerved down the hallway from the arched window frame, and the Warlord, with a swing of his halberd, loped off the thumb. Although he did not see a bone or blood or flesh, he heard a loud 'chk' noise and the thumb fell down, some smoky shadows flowing out briefly. Gideon continued by utilizing footwork, getting passed the finger-arms as they stretched after him, and he thrust the top-spike of his halberd into the thing's wrist, the weight of the halberd driving the spike all the way in.

Immediately afterwards, Gideon overheard repeat chopping noises from outside; Tsakirr was probably hacking away at the damn thing outside. The hand suddenly swiped downwards, not as strong as it could, but the movement pancaked Gideon against the floor, though his armour, basically being a shell, absorbed the impact. Then, the Warlord saw lengths and traces of swirling blackness, which somewhat shredded the exterior of the shadow arm.

The hand began to slide backwards, Gideon's halberd's top-spike sliding out the wrist, and the finger-arms repeatedly clawing at the floor as the arm slid back. It soon slid out the window, and reared, ready to slam down upon Tsakirr. In the meantime, Gideon could take the advantage and charge out the window, or get ready for another defensive plan, or perhaps something else?

23-Mar-2017 02:10:25

Azi Demonica

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Poca and Miranda

Poca decided to follow after Miranda.

Meanwhile, Miranda and Hawk exchanged a few bits of information. It seemed Miranda was a wanted criminal in these parts, and Hawk deeply cared for Miranda's safety. Hawk then spoke of his plan, to get to the Divided City. He heard of the rumours of treasure and wealth of the ancient ruins, which made sense, as why else would the entire place be so fiercely coveted by so many brigands and adventurers?

Then, Hawk noticed Poca beyond the door, opened it, and threw Poca down, suspecting she was a stalker or something. But, Miranda quickly dismissed that notion, and they would continue going towards the Divided City. Poca probably wouldn't be too happy about being thrown down so suddenly...

As Miranda followed Hawk, she briefly spoke to Poca, and the short agent (who may have said something) picked herself up. Poca had a feeling something was watching her, yet no matter where she looked, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was someone out there, but where? Oh well, whatever...

* * *

Timeskip a few days...

* * *

Hawk had led Miranda and Poca through woods and paths, Miranda's raven always tagging along and appearing once in a while, and at times, flew off only to return later. Hawk spoke of how the Divided City was a land of opportunity: without law or taxes, people had freedom, and indeed, companies of mercenaries and freelancers resided there, eager to pay good money for serves. Even if no treasure was found, tax-free employment was always available.

The vegetation was thick, but Hawk knew his way around, sometimes passing minor ruins or crossing a bridge over a stream. Hawk did seem a little suspicious about Poca at times, possibly because he suspected (or maybe even knew) Poca was a former Black Hand member. But, the three were comrades, for now.

23-Mar-2017 02:11:01

Azi Demonica

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After a few days of casual travelling that included a little hunting and camping, they reached the outskirts of the Divided City, which consisted of occasional mossy ruins, small rivers, thick vegetation, and vines hanging from the canopy.





Divided City - Outskirts
Area looks somewhat like:




So, the terrain was a little wet at times, but the trickling streams made everything a little more peaceful and pleasant. Sometimes, the group had to swing on vines to get across narrow rivers, and it was a bit fun, but soon, they came upon a decent river, which curved along for a great distance, cutting everyone off from progressing towards the Divided City.

Then, everyone heard a loud grumbling noise, which sounded like: “MMMMRRRAAAWWWwww...” which was then followed by scratching noises, and branches shook, leaves fluttered, and things felt a little uneasy...

(the characters may have exclaimed what the noise was, but they move on)

“Hm... whatever, we're gonna have to find a way across this river.” Hawk remarked.

Up ahead, along a river, everyone saw a giant turtle shell sticking out the river, motionless, a shell that looked twice the size of a human. On the riverside was some sort of wooden creature, who looked like:


The Arbor was a kind of wooden being, this one exactly as the picture depicted, standing at about four feet tall only. It stood, as if bored, and it was, apparently loading rocks into its snouty mouth and spitting them at the giant turtle shell sticking out of the river. What exactly it was trying to do was anybody's guess... The little woody creature shrugged while shaking his head.

“How am I gonna get across this river if that thing won't wake up?” the Arbor asked himself, having a voice as if it was being spoken through a pipe. The Arbor then sat down with a thud, and lowered his huge head, “Hnnyyaa hah...” he exclaimed with a wheezing voice.

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Azi Demonica

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Further up the river, was some sort of giant beaver dam, but the beaver dam looked more like a wall than a dam made by animals, as it even had several makeshift towers here and there. It was surely constructed by the Arktoideas, who were a race of bipedal mammalian creatures in the likeness of weasels, otters, badgers, and whatnot, who sometimes lived like beavers do, but so far, none were visible. Water flowed through the dam in several chambers in the dam.

“We could easily cross the river over that Arktoidea dam...” a character may have thought or said...

Poca noticed that down the river, a large tree slanted over the river, and hanging down it many long, tough vines.

What should they do? They could investigate the Arbor, the dam, the large tree bending over the river, the strange mrow noise earlier, or whatever else they chose to do.





Analee

After eating and feeding her two pets, Analee went to call for Talarin, covering her eyes, being the polite lass she was.

“Hey, don't look!” Talarin instinctively but only slightly yelled, chuckling a little as well, “But I'm coming for supper.” he continued, splashing ensuing as he left the waters. Sounded like he went for a little swim, to thoroughly wash himself.

He was a little embarrassed, but at the same time, did not really care too much, grinning slightly as he felt his face heat up. He didn't really care if Analee did look, and then sort of thought that maybe he wanted her to. Talarin was not a remarkable lad, a lean teenager accustomed to frequent travelling and moving, though his blueish skin was an obvious sign of he being a Dark Elf. He tiptoed along the rocks and promptly disappeared behind bushes, to dry off and get dressed.

A while later, he returned to the little campfire. He sat cross-legged and ate some grouse with a knife, his hair and skin still a little wet, but he was hungry. He held in a chuckle, but kept his gaze low, focusing on his food only, chewing while smiling.

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