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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:11 pm
"Nils! We have need of your dragonstone!"
If the situation wasn't so tense and serious, Nils would have most definitely slapped his forehead then. Why, why, why?! He just had to leave the best of his equipment behind when all the bad stuff was happening! He shook his head slowly, finally noticing the flames. A sigh escaped his lips; he was so focused on the safety of his Nephew that he didn't even notice that the area was on fire.
His gaze focused at Soren. "One issue with that... I left it at home in Eyris." He wanted to laugh but he couldn't force out out. "I... didn't think I'd need it. I-I mean..." His hands clenched tightly, unable to finish what he was originally going to say. "I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:25 pm
No dragonstone?
Soren turned his rouncey toward the flames.
"No worries."
He gazed at the flames, following their trail into the skies above. Around them he knew corpses were strewn about the field, though some seemed to be dissolving, others already gone. A small remainder of the enemy continued their march, but it had dwindled to a rather pathetic display by then. They were not of any concern to the disciple.
Soren lifted his hand and a translucent jade orb encircled his fingers.
"They've spread too far and too quickly for us to go around. The environmental damage will more than likely be of a threat in the future, to us and perhaps to other things if this is allowed to spread. On top of that, it would be best if we didn't bear the responsibility of allowing allies caught up in the trees to die by smoke or flame."
He muttered to the spirits assisting him, and currents of wind began to spiral skyward.
"I can deal with the fire. However, it will be at the expense of all my energy and concentration. The rest of you would have to fend off the remaining morphs for a short while. Do any of you have any other options in mind? Fa, while you could fly someone out of here, I won't endanger you with the task of transporting several people out of here at once."
He could see the clouds gathering. That would make the task much easier to bear.
"Speak up if you have any other ideas."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:30 pm
"So we're delayed yet again..." Victoria sighed, but she was all for using her Divines against more morphs. The more of those blasphemous creatures off this soil, the better. They were mere imitations of humans.... lifestealers! They deserved every blow she delivered.
"I'll buy you as much time as you need.... Mage Knight." she replied to Soren.
Upon that, she kept the Divine open and started to fire off magical shots successively.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 5:19 pm
Roy's mind was racing quickly, trying to find the best way to deal with the morph soldier. However, he had merely wasn't his energy thinking, for his dear Uncle had joined into the duel and beat up the morph, taking yet another injury.
"Uncle..." the nephew replied softly, looking at the injured bard. "Thank you." he said, a small smile on his face.
He then sheathed the Sword of Seals before taking the Wind Blade from his Uncle, giving him a nod of thanks. He then nodded again at his words before following after the bard to make their retreat.
"Uncle...for your injuries. As long as I have my Runesword, I'll be fine on health. But you...you need it more than I do." he said, holding out an Elixer.
His last one. But it was for someone important...someone who needed it more than he did.
They soon reached the two Bishops, the Mage Knight, the Dragon girl, the Paladin, and the General. He then looked over at Soren.
"If it's wind that's needed to quell the flames, I can give you a hand...and if you do pass out from exhaustion, I'll make sure you get out of here with the rest of us." said Roy, looking up at the clouds Soren was making with his magic.
((Editted. Thanks Mom.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 5:43 pm
Nils shook his head slightly, eyes on the elixir Roy was offering. "I-I couldn't. These wounds don't hurt too bad..." He did take the container, though, attaching it to his belt; surely someone else would need it more than he did.
He gave a small nod to Soren, raising his flute to his lips and playing for Roy, Soren, Victoria, Rhys, Amelia, Fa, Isadora, and Alihi. The bard was tired now, his side screaming in pain despite his previous reassurance to his Nephew. He kept a soft smile on his face, though, to not alert anyone of his discomfort. Unfortunately for him, he certainly wouldn't be able to fight. His arms were aching, not completely used to swinging the flute around as if it were a club.
Nils would have to rely on the others to do the fighting for him.
Alihi remained quiet, gripping the rapier in her hand tightly. She followed the group and joined them, though not trusting herself to speak. What could she say, anyways?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She only gave a small nod to Soren and let Nils' music wash over her, feeling more and more ready for the fights that she'd have to fight. With simple flicks and short arm movements, the rapier, the memento of a dear friend of hers, sliced any morph that dared to approach her.
The more she could take down here, the less of a chance that one might find its way back to the camp.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:08 pm
Amelia watched silently as Soren yet again took the lead. Amelia was glad to relinquish it to him; he was more capable of logical planning than she was, she was too prone to thinking with her emotions than her head when it mattered most. Amelia didn't think she would do a bad job of leading, but there were certainly better options.
"We can protect you while you put out the fire. If it spreads, more people than us will be in trouble." Amelia shifted away from Rhys and moved her hands to grip the spear she had found in both hands. A few morphs had found themselves claimed by the flames, but there were enough left that Soren couldn't be left alone to put out the fire. "You can count on us."
Without another word, Amelia set to work. She held a defensive stance near Soren, cutting down approaching morphs with aggressive accuracy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:43 pm
Roy smiled when Nils took the Elixir from him. Though the bard didn't use it right away. It was probably a smart idea anyway...who knew how many more morphs they would have to fight to get back to camp.
The young lord didn't wait for a response from Soren, figuring it would be best to let him do it his way. The Mage Knight was more than capable of handling it. But someone had to get him out when he became exhausted.
He drew the Runesword with his uninjured arm and looked over at his Uncle, who was playing the flute to relax them to make them more combat ready. Despite his Uncle's claims that he was 'fine', those injuries he had were probably taking their toll on the bard. The nephew walked a little to the side, so that he would be between the bard and the Morphs.
"Leave everything to me Uncle. I'll keep you safe." he assured Nils.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 7:06 pm
"Yes big Brothah sowen. Thank you. Alright Fa will do Fa's best to keep them off you." Fa said as she swerved around and burnt another morph group into ashes with her divine breath.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 7:42 pm
So none of them really seemed to have any other suggestions. Rhys was strangely quiet, but the others had already initiated a defensive formation, leaving little other choice anyway. Soren dismounted; it would be less discomforting if he was on his own two feet, even if it meant falling flat on his skull in case of losing consciousness. More comfort made spellcasting far simpler.
"Wind? Not quite," he murmured, facing the clouds. "Wind has a tendency to feed fire rather than tame it..."
He closed his eyes and a gust whipped up around his ankles, thrashing his robes, his hair. He reached into his robe and extracted his messenger bat, gently placing Malachi between the rouncey's shoulders so the bat would not be crushed in the case he plummeted facefirst. Soren whispered fervently to the spirits that rallied about him as he turned away. The wind hearkened and obeyed, intensifying into a frenzied whirlwind around him, swathing upward into the skies and the gathering clouds.
Soren assumed a solid stance, feet apart, high head, chest out as words rapidly fell from his lips, missing not a beat, not a consonant, beckoning the finest particle of existence to fester on his life force, channeling through the path that his mind established for it, spreading its influence through his veins like a poison, like a virus, and at times it was though he was merely repeating the same incantation over and over like the mantra of an individual possessed by a demon enlightened in the greatest ecstasy of power — but it was pure Reason, every word, every statement, every command, every tribute. And his body grew bright upon the ethereal plane, blindingly emerald to those whose eyes could surpass the physical. On the physical plane he merely emitted a glow that was contained within his being and escaped through his eyes and pores. He seemed to go limp, held on his feet by invisible hands, yet words continued pouring from his lips, strings of wishes and commands trickling down and pooling about, and the clouds compressed and thickened as the winds manipulated them and morphed them.
Air pressure changed. Tension thickened. The sky swirled directly overhead, looming, brooding.
He was lost in the network of magick, running along all the bridges, slipping through all the reactions, swimming, flying...
"Usami...ragas... Rexcalibur..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 10:09 am
Isadora helped them out as she slayed one morphs after another. Thanked to Nils' music, she had enough energy to defend the morphs off. But how many morphs were still left behind? Not only that, but they needed some way to escape from the fiery forest too. Wondering what to do, Isadora looked up at the sky. The clouds were gathering. Could it be from the fire's smoke? Oh, if only there were some rain in it..... Rain?
Curious about this, Isadora moved closer to Soren. "Soren, can it be possible to create rain? Because we need it to put out the fire. We don't have time to throw the earth onto them."
She knew that anima users have the power of the elements to control. However, she was unsure did they have water spell? She remembered seeing Ice spells cast before, but surely ice would disappeared before touching the flames. It would need a huge boulder of ice to destroy the fire.
Unsure what could Soren do, Isadora continued slashing off the morphs with her sword. Although they could take down the enemies, the trouble would be to put out the fire. After all, who knew how far could the fire have spread?
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 11:29 am
A pillar of wind shot down into the fire, a raging twister that caught up the flames and encircled them, whipping the elements into a greater frenzy than before. But with the descent of the tornado came not hail... A freezing rain splattered onto the fighters as the clouds began to drop a whirling deluge, cold drops soaking into the environment, hindering the advance of the flames and eventually causing them to sputter and struggle.
It was cold, terribly cold quite suddenly, an awful contrast to the usual summer heat (or perhaps a welcome one). The scene was blindingly chaotic before them, a war of flame and wind and icy water in a reeling, spinning clash. The noise was tremendous, a great and bellowing howl arising from the whirlwind as the rains pounded into the earth.
Pitch, the inexperienced rouncey, was highly perturbed by the scene and reared in fear, whickering and screaming. Malachi simply took hold of the horse's mane as it chittered. And quite suddenly Soren was on his face, unconscious, as Pitch's rearing and whinnying and fidgeting threatened to crush his thin body. The glow faded from Soren's figure and the spell ceased its terrible wrath, but it was still terribly, terribly cold and wet.
On the bright side, the clouds had exhausted themselves, letting the sun shine down on the lack of fire's presence.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:28 pm
Thanks to Soren's efforts, the fire was put out. Roy wasn't exactly sure how the Mage Knight managed to create rain (unless he used fire to melt the ice into a liquid, it was tough to say), but at least the forest was safe for the time being. The scene was amazing though~
The young lord sheathed his Runesword after he had swiped away the life force of the morph he was dealing with to protect his Uncle. There were maybe...what, a handful of morphs left now? The others could handle them, right?
He then bent down to pick up Soren's unconscious body and grabbed the reins of his horse (I'm guessing he has one) before heaving the body onto Pitch's back. He then held onto the reins of the rouncey with his injured arm (which was no longer aching thanks to the Runesword's ability to drain life to heal the user. There would be nothing more than a small scar where the lance had impaled him when the armor came off) before drawing the Light Brand. He wasn't sure how the horse or the little bat would respond to having someone besides their master lead them to safety, but Roy sure as hell wasn't going to leave any of them behind.
His sword glowed before he swung it, a blast of light striking an oncoming morph. The end...it was so close. Just a little more, and they could then make their way back to the others at the camp.
"Last run guys...let's finish it." he said wearily.
Exhaustion was kicking in. And if Roy was feeling drained, imagine how the others must have felt.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:34 pm
Amelia was still fighting off a swarm of morphs as Soren's spell began to activate, a newly-received gash in her thigh bleeding down her leg and towards her (borrowed) boot. She looked up as her hair began to toss about with the wind, turning her gaze to the maelstrom of wind. She opened her mouth to speak--
And received a face full of sleeting rain.
Amelia coughed and held one arm over her face, spluttering and spitting out the icy liquid from her mouth. Her leg started to hurt less; the stinging cold of the rain and air was numbing the wound, and she could almost feel the blood seep out slower. When she dared to lower her arm to see once more, the fires were gone. The area was still cold, but the sun shone merrily down on them, like it could pierce through all the cold in an instant.
Amelia shivered, turning her eyes to Soren. "That was... very effective," she finally managed, running a hand through her now-wet hair. She paused. He wasn't standing there. Roy was picking him up, now making sure the unconscious Mage Knight would be able to safely arrive at camp.
"Let's get out of here," Amelia agreed. She was cold, but she had just arrived; she could definitely outlast the others, who had been fighting a long time. Amelia plunged back into the thick of the morphs. They were now slowed by the chilling cold as Amelia began to strike, her lance leaving behind a trail of blood.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:35 pm
One lone figure strode across the field, seeming not to notice the winds raging about him and the rain beating down on his body, drenching him and plastering the gray-green hair to his head. This didn't matter to him. It really didn't seem to exist to him, in fact. He just kept walking, gray robes fluttering about his slight frame. There were figures up ahead. Did he not know them? Yes, that was correct. These were the ones he knew. Ah, there were morphs as well. That would serve as a quite good source of quintessence for him; perhaps he should collect some while he was here. One hand drifted up lazily, almost of its own accord, grasping something that couldn't be seen and bringing it to his mouth to taste. Yes, it was good. Not as refined as it could be, but it hadn't been tainted by the touch of a certain dark god, to any great extent. The girl would have likely made these.
Morphs were rushing towards him now. He hadn't noticed. It didn't matter. His hands were empty; his staff was not strapped to his back. There was no bag hanging by his side. A small knife hung in a sheath at his side; however, he didn't bother to use this. A hand came up, slamming into the breastbone of the first morph, flipping the being over himself as the quintessence was drawn from it. When the morph hit the ground, it was nothing but a wrinkled husk of a being, which blew away like dust in the wind. The rain had stopped. When had it stopped? That didn't matter either. It affected him none. The next morph had a bow. The bow was empty. Odd. How would one shoot a bow with no arrow? Then the man looked down and noticed the arrow in his shoulder. Ah. That would seem to make a bit more sense.
A swift movement, and the arrow was out. The blood flowed freely; this didn't matter either. It was only temporary. The sniper was caught by the throat, his quintessence drained as well, immediately going to the wound in the man's shoulder. It was healed, and this was good. He had no worries. These beings were the easiest in the world to take quintessence from; they had no will to keep it, only to fight and cut and die. Simple morphs like this were no better than puppets. They had no souls. It was not an affront to the Goddess to kill things such as these.
The man's steps sped up, and he slammed his hand into the face of a nearby axeman, registering a flash of red armor nearby before he drained the life from this one as well. Standing, he saw the source of the red armor. Ah, this was his daughter, wasn't it? He recalled trying to find her. Not why, exactly; a few of his latest memories seemed a bit faulty. But she was here, and he should speak to her. "A... melia." His voice was a bit rough, stuttering and hesitating as if he had just learned how to use it. But the man stepped towards the girl with a soft and loving smile, just as he had always done...
And Renault's golden eyes gazed kindly down upon his beloved daughter.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:41 pm
Nils smiled slightly, nodding to his Nephew. He couldn't let Roy know that he was hurting! The lord had other things to worry about besides his Uncle's safety, like taking down morphs and protecting Soren. "I'll count on you."
As soon as Nils said this, it got very, very loud. His hands raised to cover his ears, waiting for the sound to die down.
Sure enough, it did. The sun filtered through slightly, giving the whole scene a more... optimistic view. He grinned, raising the flute to his lips once more and playing once more for the group, giving them another energy boost through music. They were all tired and would definitely need to rest after all of this. Just a bit longer... He thought, clutching the flute tightly in his left hand.
Alihi fought on regardless, though holding back a bit. The tactician couldn't get hurt. She wouldn't be forgiven if she was. Her eyes drifted up to Roy for a moment, giving him a slight nod, before turning to the rest of the group. "Keep fighting! We can't stop now!" She said encouragingly, stabbing the rapier clear through a morph.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face.
... Well, semi-familiar. She shrugged it off and kept herself ready, though she really did want to figure out why the person she saw, one that she knew that she knew, was only semi-familiar.
However, he addressed Amelia, not herself. So, she, being polite and understanding, gave them some space.
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