|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:57 pm
Soren had noted the quick advance of the other Hero, the one who resonated with Chizakura's aura, and turned around. He was still standing on the girl's chest when his eyes fell upon the gwyllgi. No, he still did not exhibit fear, nor did he seem daunted in any other way. He stood as he had and outright challenged the gwyllgi rider's daring.
Not to his surprise, the gwyllgi rider indeed dared, and before he could even take a step back he was thrown straight off of Jyoti's body. His bones screamed in shock as he felt himself hit the earth, but nothing came from his own throat. Soren merely recollected himself as quickly as he could manage.
He observed despondently as the gwyllgi rider shrieked insults and threats at him and Sue before snatching up keys from the morph. Nothing came to him. There was no response there was to be made, no emotion, no defense. He merely listened and watched. Soren had found this odd — it wasn't difficult to notice one's sudden lack of emotion. But he had led himself to believe it was for the better. After all, his magic was far more dangerous: the spirits could hear him better, utilize his body as a vessel with more efficiency, and his thoughts arranged into neatly aligned networks of ideas and concepts.
Soren couldn't help but wonder what the use was of insults as ugly as Evelyn's. Perhaps he only wondered this because he was unaffected. Yes, that was probably it. Insults were the barbarian's method of hindering the enemy, disturbing the enemy's performance. Soren shrugged. The gwyllgi rider was actually armed and dangerous, so he did not advance again anyway. He simply crossed his arms and stood.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:09 pm
Victoria opened her Purge tome, uttering the spell and casting it towards the Dracozombie to help Rhys and Isadora beat the monstrosity down before it could once again regenerate. Never had she seen anything do that! Blasphemy against creation... complete blashemy.
With my blast, it should fall!
Hopefully this was the last of it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:55 pm
Roy had eventually worked his way to another battleground, this time consisting of Rhys, Isadora, and Victoria battling one Dracozombie. Never before did he see such a undead behemoth (he wasn't there when the group had last battled one). Was it even possible for a dragon to become zombified by magic once slain? By the looks of it, yes.
He was itching for a more...interesting battle. One for himself, that he could actually take part in without being ignored completely. But ha! It would take some time before that would happen, since it looked like the Dracozombie was being deftly handled by the two Bishops and Paladin.
The young lord disappeared back into the thicket. The tides of war here in this forest was almost over. It was getting harder to find the others. He should probably make his way back to the campsite, but that itself was risky since there were still some enemies around. He couldn't risk getting followed back.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 6:16 pm
Nils took a couple steps backwards, trying to keep his trembling to a minimum. It was rather hard, though, seeing as his companion's opponent just used her freaking huge sword and didn't receive any damage from Flametongue! He kept stepping backwards, making sure he wouldn't trip over anything or run into a morph. That female general was tough, and the last thing FD needed was him getting harmed. The bard had to keep his distance.
This is... the only thing I can do for him. He brought the flute to his lips, playing softer than usual. The effects were still there, though, despite the volume change; he was playing for the Fire Dragon going, making sure that he could keep the Flametongue going. "Be careful, Hikaru..." He spoke softly after his song was complete.
... While Nils was actually being helpful, Alihi was staying as out of the way as possible. ... Why did I even come out here if I knew I was just going to stay back in the end? She was hesitant to get into the battle, thinking of her beloved daughter back at the camp, who she left drawing in the dirt. With every shout, explosion, roar, and clatter, the tactician couldn't help but think of Amara. Was she alright? Was she safe? Eventually, the tactician just stopped fighting all together, staying on the sidelines. She didn't want to upset Amara by coming back injured. That would be absolutely terrible of her.
Little did Alihi know, tears were already shed by Amara due to her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:24 pm
A small, delicate flower, fluttering in the breeze...... A petal, claimed by a gentle wind, floats away... ☼ JYOTI ☼
¤▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬¤He... isn't moving. Jyoti rose to her feet. She couldn't stand waiting around any longer. The longer she waited, the farther away Antaram could be. Antaram was her tome. It belonged to her and only her. To know that her tome was out with some random guy... unacceptable. Completely unacceptable!
At this point, the valkyrie didn't care if Soren attacked her. If he did, it wouldn't stop her from moving and doing what she was going to do. She walked over to where her Heal staff laid, knocked out of her grip earlier by Leon. Holding the staff in her hand for a moment, she made her way back over to Evelyn. Silently, she held the staff away from her body, sending magical energy to heal the beastmistress's wounds, the blue light focusing mainly on the wounds on her shoulder.
After she was sure that Evelyn's shoulder was completely healed, Jyoti stepped towards Victory and pulled herself back up. "I... need to go get something..." She murmured in a detached manner, staring at Evelyn before looking over to Misura for a moment. She let out a quiet sigh and allowed her eyes to close for a moment. ... Stay safe, Misura.
Without another word, her eyes focused forward and she was gone, already searching for a certain someone with a certain tome of hers.¤▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬¤... Detached from its home, destined to wither and die alone in an unknown land.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:27 pm
Shinon kept shooting at the Dracozombie, but as he got to his 3rd volley, he reliazed that it was useless to even try to slow it down.
"That freak'in thing is strong!" Shinon spat on the ground. He got up and ran towards Nis.
" You need help shorty?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:52 pm
"You need help, shorty?"
Nils twitched visibly. I'm not short!! He mentally wailed, turning to the voice that addressed him. There was no one else around who was around his height so the man had to be talking to him. He blinked a couple of times, the person unfamiliar to him. "Uhm... no, I don't." The bard replied as politely as possible.
(( pfft post fail
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 4:59 pm
"Er... ok shorty, anyways shouldn't you get out of here? It seems to dangerous for a kid like you to be around here."
(short post scream )
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:46 pm
Nils twitched again. What, was this guy trying to piss him off by calling him short, a kid, and telling him he didn't belong?! He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
That did not work at all. So, he whipped around, stabbing at Shinon's chest with his finger. Yup, Nils was pissed. "First of all, I am not a kid. I am older than you think, you jerk. Second of all, who are you to tell me that I don't belong here? I'm a bard for a reason! I am out here helping others out with my music!" At this, he held his flute up to Shinon's face. "I just don't happen to have some special rings because my sister has them!" His arm whipped backwards, his flute smashing into the head of a poor morph that happened to be behind him at that moment. Oops. Poor morph.
His eyes narrowed, not even noticing what he just did. "Until I see someone in need of their spirits raised with my tune, I have a reason to be standing in the back. But what about you? You're a sniper, correct?" The bard gestured at Shinon's bow and quiver. "Then why don't you stop standing around worrying about my safety and go use them? Like I said, I am older than I appear. I've been in my fair share of battles. If anything..." He hooked the flute back on his belt. "I am more experienced than you. So why don't you just shut up and start being useful?!"
... Yes, Nils was very pissed off. It was due to stress, hunger, exhaustion, and more stress. He turned away from Shinon, raising the flute to his lips again to play for the Fire Dragon once more. Oh, how he longed to have all the troubles resolved...
(( ... Sorry. n_n;; I just thought that Nils would not be pleased by Shinon's comments and close to emotionally shattering. ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:35 pm
"Oh right you little turd, you're older than me, sure I believe that load off crap. And I was helping!"
Shinon turned around and gutted the morph that Nils had hit in the head, and he also smashed his bow into it's face. Indeed, poor morph. Then he twirled an arrow around let lose a very scary barrage of arrows at incoming morphs.
(No offense Nils but you know Shinon's personality,)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:08 pm
Amelia's breathing was coming in heavy gasps as she crossed the grass. She hadn't even thought to put shoes on in her haste to leave, and now she was starting to regret it. She heard fighting soon after leaving the house; instinct told her to go help, and now as she approached and could make out the fighting in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun, Amelia's empty stomach quailed.
Dead morphs lay everywhere in the grass. Some were swordsmen, some axemen, some lancers, but they were all dead, eyes glassy and unreachable. Not that they had souls, but... this is sickening... Amelia cautiously tread over a morph, looking back up to the fight before back to the ground. She was still too far for anyone to reach. She held the small boxes she had taken from the hallway table in one hand; someone had written "Rhys" on top of the stack, so she presumed they were for him. Maybe Renault found something for him before he left... Dad...
Amelia paused. "Why the hell am I going into a battle zone unarmed?" she wondered aloud. Idiot. She looked down at a morph, relatively uninjured (save for the fracturing wound to its temple and all the blood that had spilled out across its head onto the grass). Amelia set down her boxes where they wouldn't be dirtied and swiftly started to unlatch the armor the morph wore, checking it for possible faults (or blood, as if the morph might have been diseased--you never know!) before putting it on her own body. It had been a lancer, but not a General, and so Amelia had the standard Soldier armor: Hip guards, a breastplate, gauntlets, and shoulderguards. It would do. She was used to not exactly wearing all of her standard General armor, anyway. "Can't move in all that stuff," she muttered, yanking the morph's lance out of his stiffening hand. She paused, then took his boots, too; she only had socks, after all. His feet were bigger than hers, but they would have to do.
The idea of poaching armor and a weapon off of a morph made Amelia's stomach quiver again, but she pushed it aside as she picked up her boxes again. She grasped them securely in her arm, using her free hand to grip her lance. She wasn't keeping it, it was only so she could bloody well stay alive while trying to find the others. "I'm coming...!" she breathed, setting off at a full run to where the fighting was concentrating at. A quick slash of her lance felled an archer morph as she tried to locate familiar faces among the masses, wondering vaguely if she'd be recognized quickly. She was wearing the enemy's armor, after all.
"Guys...?" she called hesitantly over the din. "Rhys! Isadora! Anyone!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
