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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 7:47 pm
{Rizel} >.< d’oh! Sorry!… lazy reading… not good… I fixed it as best I could, though the timing is a little off with the other posts.
Since the disappearance of the Beast, Rizel noticed strange non-village folk moving about and aiding those in need. It made Rizel feel a bit uneasy, though she did not worry too much. They seemed too busy to bother with the likes of her.
On her way back to the comforting forest of thick trees and wild animals, Rizel’s attention was caught by what appeared to have been a large bird, but was in fact an angel upon closer inspection. Rizel had heard of such creatures from the mouths of children and whatnot, but had never seen nor imagined one, much less one so magnificent-looking. In awe, she stop and watched as the figure quickly became invisible with distance.
Something that reflected the sunlight had fallen from the fast-moving creature, but it was none of Rizel’s business what it was, and she did not ponder of what it was, not try to look for it. Such greed and curiosity was better left to non-magical humans.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a thundering sound that scared Rizel. Alarmed, she ran the remaining distance into he forest and peered out from the cover of the shadows, seeing a newly-destroyed building or two and a veil of dust rising around it.
{The White Witch is here}
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 7:05 pm
 Never mistake tears for sadness...Eva glanced up at the sky and frowned for a moment as an unexpected chill ran down her spine. Then she heard Uriel's voice and rose to her feet obediantly. She was just re-entering the square when Uriel went flying back with a thunderous bang. Cursing her slow steps, she broke into a run, pulling the mare along with her. The area seemed clear though the attack must have come from somewhere. Sounds of men coming to inspect the commotion filled the ringing air as Eva knealt at the Angel's side. Her bow lay forgotten on the ground beside her as she tried to decide whether to risk moving him.
"M'lord, people are coming. Whether they are from the Iron Fist or are simply villagers, I do not know, but after the scare these people have had with the Beast, I would say it is safe to assume the former. I have my horse with me and if you say it is safe to move you, I shall, but I need some sign of that. I am no healer..."
Slight wounds she could handle. Stitches even it the wound was greivous enough but no healer. She knew what any good soldier knew. She knew enough to stay alive until real help came. Knew enough to keep out infection for awhile. She hoped his magic would be enough to help him. That he would respond...
[Wasn't sure at the extent of your wounds so I guessed. Sorry for taking so long.] ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:46 pm
(( No worries, hon. I know how stuff can sneak up on a person occasionally. And you'll never hear a complaint about interactive posts from me. ~.^ ))   A slow stirring of the smouldering figure followed Eva's words, a low, wordlessly angry and pained groan escaping Uriel as he transformed himself from a tangled lump to a kneeling man. Slowly turning his dirt and smoke-smudged features towards Eva, he simply stared at her uncomprehendingly for a long moment, before he slowly worked on pushing himself to his feet, the occasional groan and bit-off curse marking his general mood at the fashion that he'd been so abruptly handled. Finally coming to a standing position, Uriel shook his head a few vigorous times, to clear it, before that piercing gaze finally managed to focus on Evalin.
"Well... not quite what I expected from the heretic's sword... but perhaps I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was," Uriel murmured quietly, his gaze slowly shifting from Evalin's concerned features to the glittering sword laying a fair distance away, it's dusty blade revealing nothing of the power used to hurl the Angel so casually. "People coming, you say? Well... we must make haste in departing, but we cannot leave that blade to be taken by another. Perhaps you would have better luck in picking it up, as you've not quite the energies I do... or perhaps you could wrap it in something before lifting it...?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:08 pm
Never mistake tears for sadness...Eva rose with him, hands reaching out ever so slightly in case he should stumble. Some part of her found it humourous that the Angel would be prone to cursing after such a hit just like any soldier though mostly she was just worried. Though she had not been listening, Eva had witnessed Johannes departure and assumed the talk had taken a turn for the worse. When Uriel mentioned the sword, her eyes lit up in comprehension. So that had been the cause of it all. Then she could not help but grimace. It was a necessity, of course, that they should return with the sword but she did not relish the chance of being turned into a crispy-fried archer.
"I wonder if that would make a difference... Well, better safe than sorry I suppose."
Ignoring her own protests out of basic survival instinct, she retrieved a spare shirt from her pack then strode over to the sword. Wrapping the fabric around her hand, she gingerly reached out toward the hilt then, after a small pause, grasped the sword and pulled it free. Though the blade glowed for a moment, the light soon vanished and with it Eva released her breath. Safe. She grinned then, wrapping the sword in the cloth and returning to Uriel.
"You were right or else the cloth works. I suppose in the name of caution I should hold onto this...?" ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:38 pm
  The black winged hawk alits from the rooftop and into the smokey air. Keeping close to the buildings, the bird maneuvers in stealth, using the charred structures as cover until she reaches the end of town. Forced now into the open sky, she quickly swoops low to graze over the forest canopy. Her beady black eyes locate the spot she had marked in her mind, the place where the second blade had fell. Diving into the brush, she realises that her spell is wearing quickly, the tingling feeling of the magics realeasing even as she heads for land. In an effort to achieve a more pleasant touchdown, she uses guides herself into a clear pathway down through the trees.
The move pays off, and she manages to gracefully tumble onto the forest floor. Rising to a knelt position, she brings a hand up to pull out the small, acorn like object in her mouth. Cracking it open, she murmurs a spell to release the magics holding the contents. Her things enlargen back to normal size and she quickly dresses. Shrinking the rest of the items down again, she drops the little container into a pouch at her waist and conceals it once again in her robes.
Nephyris now turns to examine the wildgrowth around her. Finally, she locates the "heretic's" fallen blade. Violet eyes trace over the item carefully, her hand coming to hover just over the surface. She could feel the energies lingering within their metal confines. Slipping her hand into her sleave, she carefully takes the blade, making sure her flesh does not come into direct contact.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:37 am
The booming sound, and sight of an Angel had done work on Rehverend. While he was not paranoid, he was far from being an unsuperstitious person... The noise, coupled with the sight...it probably meant that Rehverend had no more need to be here. And what with the commoners picking their way through, the armored male had enough proof that things were going to end up 'ok.'
He shifted in his armor, thinking for a moment before deciding to move along. Hefting his blade and re-slinging it on to his back, he turned and began to make his way out of the town.
((Sorry, it's bad, I know, and really late in the reaction, but...Real Life kicked me in the shins for the past week.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:22 pm
{Rizel} What could that have been? Rizel pondered. The village was being hit with adversity like rain. Her maternal-healer instincts arose expectedly, and she retraced her steps right back to the village warily, though not the least bit annoyed. The drained feeling still clung to her body, but her mind was determined and alert.
She came upon the mob of people at the scene of destruction. Before she became entangled with the commoners, Rizel noticed Rehverend leaving. She gave an understanding nod to no one in particular.
Peering past interested heads and shoulders, her eyes fell upon an injured man and woman beside him, both standing up. She held something - a sword, perhaps? - wrapped and in her hands. It appeared that the man was the one who had been hurt, but his face barely showed signs of pain. He was dressed too strangely to be a commoner, as was the woman. Rizel would not risk offering her help to him for many reasons, including her lack of adequate energy. All she could was watch guiltily and hope the woman, or someone else, would help.
{The White Witch is here}
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 3:54 pm
Those two fallen vessels of magic had very different reactions when the respective people picked them up. When Evalin's hand made contact, through the shirt, with Daedris, the swelling of silvery-blue light that radiated from the gem capping the pommel of the sword was accompanied by a feeling... a feeling of something scouring her mind, her very soul... and leaving a terrible feeling of foreboding, as though doing anything but carrying this object of crafted metal and magic could be catastrophic. A strange heat radiating through the cloth into the hand, a feeling of energy built up, pent up, waiting... no, trying to wield this sword would probably be a bad idea. Though the almost-heard whisperings that accompanied the searching through her being had qualities of being almost familiar...
Nephyris, on the other hand... when the silvery-blue aura of light flared from the pommel-stone, she felt a similar scouring of mind and soul, a thorough scanning of her being, of her intentions... and the feeling she felt was one of acknowlegement, and subtle warning... Xunaegeir indicating that it's owner still survived, and was not ready to be claimed by another. It offered no warnings, no feelings of danger... simply an initial burst of detection, followed by a feeling of inert restfulness. Though Nephyris probably did recognize some of those whispered voices that drifted through her mind and soul when she hefted the blade... a disorienting, and long-missed taste of home...
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 4:22 pm
[Apple.Tequilla] "You were right or else the cloth works. I suppose in the name of caution I should hold onto this...?"
...only to fall quiet when the gem faded back into a much more inert form, save for the faint pinprick of radiance emerging from it's crystalline depths. Faint confusion crossed his angular features for a moment, but he dismissed this a moment later as her words reached him, a faint shake of his head thrusting the thoughts to the back of his mind, his still faintly disoriented attention shifting to the present.
"Hmmm... I think I would agree on you being the carrier of that object. Perhaps cover the blade in that cloth and bind it to your saddle. I do wish you'd been a little more careful, though...," Uriel murmured softly as he made his way over, dubiously studying the metallic blade resting uncertainly in Eva's shielded hand. Just as he was about to turn and look for his mount, however, his eyes happened upon a metallic object glittering amidst the pool of blood where the heretic had fallen... Eva's fired quarrel, the feathered end of it a short distance away. Carefully steadied steps took Uriel over to where the arrow-head was, and he scooped it up. Pausing to study the metallic tip that had proved so effective, he turned the broken wooden end to Eva, offering it back to her. "We have one of the blades, and I think I know where the other has fallen. With both of those objects in hand, we can return to the Cathedral, and offer our information to the Archangel. With his blessing, we can return with a few more to aid us, and finish this ugly business..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 9:58 pm
Never mistake tears for sadness...Eva grimiced as the feeling of having been sized up registered. For a hunk of metal, the strange weapon had quite the knack for making a person uncomfortable. The warning that lingered after the mental invasion was clear and it was one she would heed...for now. Taking orders from weaponry was not something she would do easily. Orders from a superior, however, even implied ones, kept her attention. A faint blush worked its way across her cheeks as she nodded in acknowledgement. It had been a silly mistake; one that would occupy her mind for some time. There was a nagging worry as yet undefined. The weapon was sentient for one thing and that was worrying enough in and of itself. That it could throw that much power into plain protection was even more so.
Different energies...that was part of it. Was it simply because Uriel was an Angel and she, well, wasn't? Or was it something else? Her heart stilled for a moment, missing a beat as the old fear clutched at her. Something else. Something...not quite human. Turning to her mount, she bound the sentient sword to her saddle with numb fingers then turned towards Uriel. Her expression was carefully neutral as she accepted the broken arrow though a faint smile flitted across her lips as she slid her fingers along the arrow head. Completely undamaged as usual. Regardless of what blood really flowed in her veins, here was proof at least that she could do something right and well.
"Are your injuries better then? That was quite the, uh, fall. As well...I should apologize. I had thought a single arrow would be sufficient. They have never failed me before..."
She frowned at that, turning the broken shaft over in her hands. Mostly well, anyway. She had hit her target and the witch would have died if not--well, there was the real tangle. Johannes. She glanced skyward for a moment and considered questioning Uriel about his reaction but could not bring herself to it. It had gone badly but no one was dead. Or rather, and no one was dead. That had been their goal after all. It seemed the witch had a stronger hold over the Angel than Eva had thought possible. He had been honestly grieving over her. Perhaps she had died afterall. Her wounds were grievous enough for that to be possible but being in the prescence of an Angel quite unlikely. Eva turned the shaft over in her hands once more then grinned tightly. Next time she would not miss her mark.
[When presented two or more courses, most often we choose the course of least resistence. Ah, logic.] ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 3:26 pm
Urban Thorne Nephyris, on the other hand... when the silvery-blue aura of light flared from the pommel-stone, she felt a similar scouring of mind and soul, a thorough scanning of her being, of her intentions... and the feeling she felt was one of acknowlegement, and subtle warning... Xunaegeir indicating that it's owner still survived, and was not ready to be claimed by another. It offered no warnings, no feelings of danger... simply an initial burst of detection, followed by a feeling of inert restfulness. Though Nephyris probably did recognize some of those whispered voices that drifted through her mind and soul when she hefted the blade... a disorienting, and long-missed taste of home...
Intinctually, Nephyris now performs the few steps necessary to mask her brief visit to this place before beginning the trek back towards the village. Normally, she would not have bothered to return, and even now she mulled silently over the multiple reasons justifying her quick and quiet departure. The Beast was gone, and the low level of woe, and destruction left in its wake would serve as a serious annoyance. Not to mention the possibility that the dark winged angel could still be loitering around the area.. but none of that made any difference now. Nephyris knew that she could not miss this chance to recover that second sword from the rubble. Somewhere in her thoughts she also admitted the need to find the previous owner of the weapons. Not until the other woman was dead would she be able to fully explore their capabilities...
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 12:52 am
Quote: {Rizel}
All she could was watch guiltily and hope the woman, or someone else, would help.  On the outskirts of the town, the 20 year old leader of a small band of Iron Fist soldiers clear the treeline, a look of dread and determination across his face. The scene of destruction weighs heavily on his heart, but not as much as the fact that the town isn't completely destroyed. Perhaps they managed to slay The Beast. Let it be so. But where are my Lord and Lady? By all that is holy., He prays internally, Please let us not be too late.He turns toward his group and raises his voice to a commanding tone, "Men, our Lord Johannes and Commander Asmyrra may be within the confines of this town. There is a good chance that there are other Iron Fist that have arrived before us as well. Make haste to assist the survivors in any way feasible. Be wary as the Paladin's Rod may also be about. Go now, and may the heaven's guide you."As his men venture into the town he turns then spots a young woman with fair skin and golden hair adorned in a travelers cloak. He noticed that she seemed distraught, taking to the shadows though she was afraid something might notice her. Approaching her with a slow and non-threatening jog, he comes within fifteen feet of her and says, "Young Miss, are you alright? Are you one of this town's residents?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:39 pm
[Apple.Tequilla] "Are your injuries better then? That was quite the, uh, fall. As well...I should apologize. I had thought a single arrow would be sufficient. They have never failed me before..."
"Not better, per say... I am guessing I will feel them more acutely when we've had a chance to rest. Though I think I am more battered than wounded," Uriel replied, working his shoulders in a slow stretch, to relieve a bit of the soreness that was already beginning to form in his back. "But that will attend to itself, one way or another. As for you, Evalin... there is no need to apologize. Even with the remarkable ability of your arrows, perhaps it should have been expected that something would interfere. Nonetheless, your aim was true... I had just not expected Johannes to react so quickly. When next we have the chance as we did today, we shall just have to make certain that conditions favour us more than the heretic."
Uriel's gaze drifted from Eva's face to the enshrouded sword fixed to her horse, a faintly pleased smile being allowed to curve his lips. "And if nothing else, we've removed her witching weapons from her... perhaps those were more of an aid to her "powers" than we thought."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:49 pm
  I would have been surprised if you had, my dear. Those usually belong to the more ancient families, and they do not often leave their cities. I have been tempted on occasion to see about tracking one or two of them down, and gaining ownership, but I don't think they would accept someone like me, now would they?
Speaking of which... quite a surprise that it didn't turn it's energies against you, based solely on the type of... well, mentality, shall we say, that you possess. They tend to be very fickle about the sort of people they allow to pick them up... is there something you've not told me, about yourself? Though you may, if you choose, drop the habit of "protecting" your hand. If the blade was going to blast you, no amount of cloth between you and it would help...
But nevermind that. Are you intent on tracking down the other blade of that pair? I believe that Sin-Eater fellow was getting uncomfortably close to it... though won't that be an amusing show, if he actually dared to touch it?
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:34 pm
Never mistake tears for sadness...The idea that pain could, in fact, worsen with time was a familiar one that she could sympathize with. It was funny in a way how you didn't really appreciate the abuse you put your body through until it started protesting. Her own fears were addressed then. To think of her weapons as infallible was, in hind sight, very silly, but it was a mistake that she could correct at least. Glancing around the area, she sighted the small crowd they were beginning to draw and with it a growing sense of unease. Spectators could be good or bad but for this work...bad mostly. Not to mention the likely possibility of iron fist soldiers being mixed among them. Still, the other sword would have to be collected. If they could even find it in this rubble. She frowned thoughtfully then scanned the area again.
"I wonder about his reaction myself. Do you suppose they had some sort of...connection? A form of communication that alerted him? Ach, nevermind me. If you could direct me to where you saw the second blade fall, I shall fetch it."
She threw a second worried glance at the gathering then sighed. Truth be told, it didn't really matter what the situation was. A handful of people easily became a mob and though one could disappear in a crowd, there was no chance of that here. Still, even with her considerable nervousness towards the crowd, there was a deeper seated trouble gnawing at her. Unknown and unamed, it sulked quietly in the back of her mind just loud enough to be an annoyance. Such feelings had an uncanny way of turning out to be right. But then...it was probably just the people. ...that will only bring you grief.
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