Success Rate: 71-100 Rolled: 68, 61, 45, 45, 16 Battle Outcome: 2 Wins because of Malta's rolls, 3 Losses Half exp on 3 and full on 2: 35 exp
Left over Exp Bin: 2/7 -> 3/11 Now Level 11 No LUK change No LUK Exp change
DraconicFeline
"I hope to see those colors one day... might be a long while though. Glowing blue eyes sound... interesting. Nice I think." He said with a little nod as he pushed past a few of large leaves. "Hard to say when I can't really see it. I don't really know what it's like for something to glow even. Like... knowing what it's like from a description and seeing it for yourself are two completely different things." He smiled a bit, "You're welcome."
"Yes. The eye from the crack can also sort of float out of the body too and look around. It seems like an interesting thing to have, I definitely hope to get one so I can use it to see color." He said trailing off a bit as he moved through the underbrush. "Flowers... flowers have interesting shapes. The petals are also soft to the touch. They're nice." He said with a small little smile, not sure if it sounded weird to describe them in that way. "My family has told me about the color I am, thank you for the compliment though, it's appreciated. The mark," he said with a smile, touching his forehead where it was, "is a tattoo. It's inks put into the skin with a needle to make... body decorations I guess. It's sort of like if khehora made the scale patterns themselves." He let his hand drop to his side again. "Some people get them because they like the look of them and others get them for a reason or because they have a meaning. My mother's family has a tradition of getting them put on at certain points in people's lives. I will get my next one on my neck when I turn in orbs to the leader of the Oblivionites. I haven't really heard of any other families doing this sort of thing though, might be unique to us."
Why does a person wear clothes. Well, there were a lot of answers to that. "Ummm... well... they're mainly to cover up certain parts of the body, or for practical purposes like not getting burned or things like that." he said, nodding a bit as he gave each reason, going through them all in his head. With a bit of enthusiasm though he let out his reason, "I believe you can use them to express yourself in interesting ways though, or for things like beauty or comfort. I want to become a tailor to make things that people will love, or be able to better show who they are, or help with their work. I don't just want it to be something someone throws on." He was a bit loud towards the end, he got excited and it may have drawn some unwanted attention.
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 15 Pending Loot: +2 Kills +15 Shattered Granite +15 Moonstone
(Rock mara Loot Rolls)
reirelight
Malta opened her mouth to try to helpfully explain 'glowing', but realized she couldn't. He couldn't see dark or light, so he couldn't see glowing either, which meant he couldn't see her eyes. That was, she felt, very sad. The whole thing was sad. She felt sorry for the whole Oblivionite race: they missed so much in life...
"Flowers also smell nice." she commented, "I like how they smell. Herbs too, though they aren't really for looking. I like to keep flowers and herbs in my lair... My cousins say I'm strange." Then again, her cousins also smelled unwashed and dirty a lot, not that she would ever say it to their faces!
"Oh! You put on your markings?!" she said, "You aren't born with them?!" Which meant that Detraeus had gotten those glowing marks later in life, which made them more interesting then they had been on that rainy, frightening night several months back. She wondered what his tattoos meant for him, and if they had any interesting meanings she could relate to. "I was born with mine, but some khehora add on more markings. I think they use a special paint, though." Or maybe they tattooed it like he had. That would make sense, though scales and skin were different. She would have to ask. "I think they get those markings for the same reason your mother's family does." she didn't have to ask about that one: she knew all about maternal family traditions. She was a living failure of one.
"So... they're practical?" she said, surprised, "But pretty?" her tail lashed, "I think I'm still confused! What do you mean by express..." she froze in place before she realized she heard anything amiss. But there it was: a rumbling sound, like the inside of a volcano or like a landslide building on a mountain face.
A glow pierced the darkness, ethereal and magical in nature, sillhouetting a dark, stone shape nearby. An answering rumble came from behind, and another from the side. "Mister Castor..." Malta hissed, nudging up next to him, pointing at the silhouette with her tail, "Do you see that?"
He nodded at the comment on flowers. "Yes, flowers also smell nice. Well... some of them anyway." he said, thinking about it a little bit, "Herbs do smell nice, and they taste good with food too. Keeping those things isn't weird, if you like it and it's not bad I don't think it's a problem or anything." It was a bit odd he thought how she worded that, lair and not home. Interesting, maybe that was just a thing, or how she worded it in the moment.
"Well... other people do. It'd be hard to do it yourself, the process is... sort of painful?" he sort of said, thinking about it. It was a long time since he got the tattoo, five years or so he barely remembered anymore. "Generally someone else does it for you. Like, a person who's good or a master at the craft, it's a sort of artisan thing, does it for you to your specifications in my experience. Or with my family it's sort of... based on like... shapes that our family likes for us or on things that might suit us well." He said with a little nod, honestly he wasn't sure why he got a black and gold diamond, the gold was from the swath of his hair that was gold. "That's interesting, I might like to see." Castor pondered on this, it was interesting, what sort of patterns did they use? Elegant or simple? Decorative or did they serve some sort of purpose for them?
"Yes. They have a practical purpose sometimes... like my uncle Julius is a blacksmith, he makes weapons and metalworks. He uses a big leather apron and big leather gloves. He uses the apron to hold tools and shield from heat and sparks, and the leather gloves make it so he can hold hot metal easier and not burn himself." He explained, hoping that might explain it at least decently. "Some clothes you wear just because they're pretty though, or because you like how they look on you. They can have pretty colors, and designs, and things like that." Castor continued speaking when she trailed off, clothing was sort of his topic so he rambled on a bit, "Like... it helps show something about yourself, or put something out there, that you want to look handsome or pretty or..." Finally he heard the sound, the rolling landslide.
Following the pointing tail with his view, he saw off in the distance with ease, he saw the shapes of five rock Mara off in the distance. "There's five..." he said, out loud, she might not be able to see them herself that far away. "They're coming this way... with that many I don't think I can defeat them. The best way would be to circle around, and if we have to take out a few before running."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 3:51 pm
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 15 Pending Loot: +2 Kills +15 Shattered Granite +15 Moonstone
reirelight
Remind me to refer back to that post when Malta isnt freaking out XDD
Malta had all sorts of questions and comments and thoughts about what Castor had said about tattoos and clothes and such, but the imminent presence of the five mara blocked it from her mind. They were much more important, and scary besides.
"Circle around?" she wasn't sure what he meant. Did he mean to go around them? Yes, that had to be it. She didn't like how he had said he couldn't defeat them. It put him on her level of ability, and she needed him to be more than that... She needed him to be a lot more. She needed him to be a mighty creature of darkness, an oblivionite of legend she, useless and weak, could hide behind.
"Allright..." she said uneasily, "I, um..." she looked around again. The shapes were getting clearer, and that was not good. "Right. Around..." She started slinking towards an area where the mara weren't, trembling with fear.
"Yes, we're going to see if we can go around them." Castor said as he followed Malta into some of the brush away from where the Mara were moving. He whispered over to her, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I can't fight five at once, but if we run for a bit if they find us, I can probably take them out down the road. Even if it has to be one on one."
Castor didn't know if his words really had any effect, he hoped it might reassure her, but he knew that he wasn't strong enough to fight five at once. If he was lucky he might, but he didn't want to take the chance. "Just, stay low, quiet, and move as slowly as you need to." Castor spoke in a low whisper. Looking around and slowly moving through the trees and bushes, trying to be as quiet as possible.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 3:30 am
Merikh Oblivionite, Expert Swordsman Oblivion City, heading out on patrol
It wasn't all that long after he had arrived home, finding his mothers so that he could chat with them about everything that he had been going through, when his grandfather had arrived with a trio of battle ready Oblvionites at his back. Merikh was a touch surprised, wondering in the man was going to war again, something that worried him just a touch if only because he didn't want to see the man harmed. Walking over to the older Oblvionite he greeted him, "Grandfather, I am glad to see you again." It had been some time since he'd seen his favorite person so he couldn't help but to perk up upon seeing him there.
The older gave a smile, reaching out to clap him on the shoulder before he turned to face the trio that were standing there at the ready, "Merikh, I would like to introduce you to the twin warriors Mallory and Malvolio, and the archer Igone, they are a trio of Coperals that are going to be serving under you along with the troops that follow each one of them." It was an announcement that caused everyone present to go silent for a long moment before both Nereza and Mellony were protesting, saying that their son had just got home and that they still had much to talk about! Surely he couldn't go off to war, real war, already? Their protests went unheard though, as though Gethin were too focused on his grandson to listen at the moment.
"It may seem a bit sudden but I feel that this is important, Merikh. If you want to really prove yourself to Lord Draco you can't be idle. I was able to get you these three and their troops, you will use them well, not as mere weapons and not as sacrifices meant to die by your word. If you are in charge it is up to you to do all you can to keep them safe, remember that." He wouldn't allow his grandson to think that he could throw away those in his charge so easily.
Merikh glanced toward the three that were standing there, to his mothers, the troops, then back to his grand father before a grin appeared on his lips, "As if I would so easily throw away what is mine." He said, finding this all to be utterly fascinating, the fact that his grandfather had done something like this for him, got him troops, not just a few but many, these three coperals, five troops with each of them, that meant eighteen in command, nineteen if Yolana was to stay with him. He gave her a quick glance, then looked back to his grandfather, "I would like to keep Yolana with me if possible. She has been more then helpful in the past and I would like for her to continue on with our contract."
Gethin gave the female assassin a glance before nodding, "Of course, of course. We have paid her a hefty sum to keep her at your side all this time. No reason to send her home now when her services are needed the most. Take your assassin and your soldiers and get going, Merikh, there is much to be done if we are going to rid ourselves of Aevah's mistake so that we can then deal with her and her get in time."
"The sooner the better that we rid the world of the Mara and the Orderites, grandfather." He said, giving him a nod before he turned to his soldiers, "Alright, bring me to where the rest of our loyal soldiers await. The sooner we can head out to battle the better. I find the waiting around to be tiring and wasteful." They had much to do just as his grandfather said and he was eager to get to it. The three corporals nodded, saluted Gethin, and they were off with Yolana following along after Merikh, ever silent as was the norm for the girl.
(( After this post I will be moving Merikh and his people to a battle thread to fight with the Mara, he will be patrolling near to Oblivion City. Anyone one of Oblvionite blood that wants to join him can. Please PM or quote me in the thread to let me know if you are interested in having someone join his army. ^_^ ))
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 15 Pending Loot: +2 Kills +15 Shattered Granite +15 Moonstone
reirelight
Stay low? Quiet? Hide? Malta could do that, or she could try. In the trees and bushes, she blended in from her markings alone, but, unconsciously, she began to use her magic to blend in with the plants. "All right..." she whispered back, slinking low to the ground.
His answer satisfied her somewhat, even if it was a little dissappointing that he couldn't take on five mara at once. Then again, they were mara. Perhaps they were a match for the dark children of Soudana? They had, after all, been created by their rivals... or was she mixing them up?
Either way, she believed him. She wanted to believe him. She had to believe him... She had seen what he could do to one mara, and maybe that was all she could ask for.
The Mara were soon out of sight for her, and, while out of sight did not evermean out of mind for her, seeing only the familiar fungal trees and flora of the Soldul forest around them had a soothing effect on the Ysali. She was about to ask, in a small whisper, if Castor thought they had lost them when she saw the pale stone shape ahead.
She flinched as it let out a rumbling, tumbling, roar of a cry, and tensed, wings held out from her body protectively. They hadn't lost the mara: They'd been found.
"I-I think we need to run..." she squeaked, as the stone mara approached them.
Gonna have Castor take out the Mara like we said. o 3ob First one down in this post.
Ah, well this was definitely a pinch. There they were, the group of Mara standing over the two. They looked more menacing this time to him somehow than the one did earlier. Maybe because he was expecting that one, or because it felt more fair to have one of these large creatures against one of him. He found his body carrying himself towards the group of Mara though in opposition to everything that he was thinking in the back of his head, to run, you're going to die, you can't do this, just go. He shook off the thoughts, that wasn't what he wanted to do, he wanted to be strong, he wanted to protect Malta to the best of his ability. He couldn't let anything happen to her while he was there.
He drew the rock pick from the little leather loop it was held in and jumped at the rock mara in the front looking down at Malta. Holding on tight to the metal plate coming out of its chest with his left arm, Castor brought the hammer side of the pick down on the Mara's face. "Malta, run or get back!" He shouted, trying to keep himself together as he took swats from the Mara's arms, still bringing the hammer end down on its face until it was barely there anymore, it's body slowing almost completely before it threw him off. It started to crumble, its glowing green energy slowly extinguishing.
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 15 Pending Loot: +2 Kills +15 Shattered Granite +15 Moonstone
reirelight
Helpinngggg XD
Malta had initially taken a few trembling steps back, but she moved forward again, breaking Castor's fall with her well-padded body as the mara's... ghost? Essence? Whatever it was... faded away into nothingness.
Worried - as always - for him after a fall like that, she nosed him briefly, checking him with her magic. He was fine, uninjured save for a few new bruises.
She swallowed back her venom, arching her back to help him slide to his feet. "I can't run..." she said unhappily, "Not when you're being so nice." she did want to run though. Really fast and far, well, as much as she could manage.
But, aside from the fact that they were probably surrounded, it would be wrong to leave Castor alone. If they ran they ran - for both shamefully selfish and perfectly good hearted reasons - together.
She didn't like how fast the mara were approaching - still approaching. Things without legs should not be able to move that fast.
She took a step backward with a squeak. She wanted them to stop coming. She wanted them to at least slow down a little. Without thinking, she reached for her magic.
Roots reached up from the ground, gnarled and woody, and slammed into the mara, pushing them back and getting in the way of their progress. One, though, was unimpeded, and it approached with terrifying speed, its hammer raised to strike Castor down... and his 'little' khehora too.
I wonder... what color does a blue person's bruises turn? xD
He chuckled a bit as he slid to his feet with her help after she had caught him. His body was sort of sore now, the bruises from the Mara's hard fists stung with a strange tenacity. Other than the ache of his body he was fine, "As bad of an idea as it was to stick around... I'm kind of glad you did." He said followed by an ugh as he steadied himself.
Castor looked up at the situation in front of him, most of the Mara were behind a wall of roots, she must have plant magic. That made sense, she was those sort of colors after all, maybe not all khehora follow that though, thinking back at Sam. One was getting too close to the pair though, it managed to stay ahead of the pack that was pushed back, maybe it was faster than the rest? Castor thought about jumping at it like he did the other Mara, but the ache refused this notion. Reaching into the leather bag at his hip he pulled out one of the bombs, his other hand getting out the lighter in his left pocket. "Okay... this time... run. I'm going to as well." Castor said with a bit of a shaky voice. Lighting the fuse he moved down to as low as he could and tossed the bomb hoping for a miracle. Something came through for him as the bomb lodged itself in between the Mara's torso and one of the floating rocks under it.
"RUN!" Castor shouted as he turned tail and dashed into the forest, trying to keep his vision on Malta as much as possible.
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 30 Shattered Granite x 15 +2 Kills Pending Loot:
reirelight
More... Blue?
He was glad she was there!
Malta would have been extraordinarily and absurdly happy at that, but the mara kind of put a dampener on things.
She tensed as he pulled out one of his bombs and an object that smelled of sparks, metal, fire, and something else she could not describe. "You're going to..." she started, her eyes widening with realization. "Oh."
She turned to run, her legs tensing into a pounce that carried her a few feet away and set her going as the bomb's fuse hissed. She heard Castor's steps behind her, twigs breaking under them.
She nearly stumbled as the explosion sounded, muffled by the leaves and stalks of the great trees. She looked back, slowing slightly into a trot. "N-now what?" she gasped out, wishing - as she often did - that she was more in shape - "Where do we go?"
The forest was home, but she was thoroughly turned around scared. She was lost. "And, um... where are we?" She had a feeling that he might not know, and wasn't sure what that would mean for either of them...
Current Kill Count: 3 Rock Mara Total Loot: x45 Shattered Granite
DraconicFeline
He panted as he ran, his legs were burning and his back felt like it had been hit by a rock... it had been hit by a rock. That was definitely a weird though. At the sound of the explosion and a screeching sound he had almost sworn something wizzed past his head, a rock or something maybe, but he didn't see where it went.
She seemed be starting to have a panic attack, it'd probably be best to see if he could calm her down if at all possible. "We'll be alright. I'll make sure we stay safe, even if it comes to running." He said with a bit of a smile and a nod. "All we have to do is get our bearings..." Castor trailed off at the end of the sentence, looking down at the ground then back up at her, she had wings right? "Could you fly up above the trees and see if you can scout out which way the city is? If I know I think I can lead you there."
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 30 Shattered Granite x 15 Pending Loot:
reirelight
I'm sorry. I'm really bad at this...
(Rolling for 10 rock mara, 51-100 Loss x 7 Win x 3)
Malta heard a twig snap and cringed back, only to see a bouken - much smaller than her by a long shot - give them a look before scurrying off.
She had to cam down. She had to calm down. She got like this sometimes, and it was not fun. Her body got tense, her nerves got jumpy, and her heart raced very fast. She felt her paws begin to get too warm, and the atmosphere around her become suffocating with a dark, menacing anticipation that seemed to spread to the very trees. She gave Castor a gentle, grateful nudge with her head. "Mmm..." she murmured softly, trying to still the trembling that began in her limbs. She really hated feeling like this, but at least she wasn't alone. It would be so much worse if she was alone. Too often, she was.
"Oh?" She frowned looking at her wings in surprise. Oh! Yes! Right! Flying! She could do that! Sort of! Kind of! Yes! "Oh!" He was asking for her help and it was something she could do! That was...
Really nice.
"You think it will work?" of course it would work! She was being silly, but she was often silly. It was a good thing Mister Castor was there to be smart for her, Haha she laughed internally, nervous. "I could try!"
She waddled to a nice clear area and opened her wings. How long had it been since she had last actually flown? A while, she thought. She didn't often have much need to fly, and she was better on the ground than in the air.
But as she cautiously tested her wings, it all came back to her - she hadn't forgotten, thank the gods, how to fly.
With a somewhat awkward leap she took off, narrowly missing colliding with a tree as she managed to flap her way above the treeline.
It was exhilarating, both the act of flight and of being helpful and, though her flight skills were a bit rusty, she managed to get herself circling over the trees.
It was very pretty up here in the dusky afternoon skies of Soldul! The forest stretched beneath her, a beautiful mat of purple and blue and black. She wondered why she hadn't tried to see it at this angle before, then realized: she had been too afraid. Dragons, too, could fly and they would be able to pluck her out of the air, but dragons aside, she had just been... Timid.
Yes. Timid. At that realization, she felt her torrential panic turn into a numb, sad, despairing-sort of feeling. She was so horribly flawed. So horribly, horrendously flawed.
Suddenly, she really needed to be praised again. It was not hard to spot the imposing spires of Obsidian City, and she marked the direction and came down to a landing.
Except... How did one land? It seemed like a far more daunting task than flying, but her muscles were straining and it was clear that, for Malta, flying forever was a mere seggan dream anyway, even if she'd wanted to and didn't have to find and tell Castor about the city.
She wobbled in the air, skirting the tops of the mushroom trees before eventually coming in to an awkward, almost crashing landing in an unfamiliar clearing.
She got to her feet, shaking off the dirt. Well, she knew where the city was, but where was Castor? She keened softly, needing that praise more than ever, and sniffed the air.
Ah! There was his scent but...
What was that other scent...
A rumble from behind her got her attention, and she turned around to see a mara floating over, it's rough-shod armor and hammer very visible in the dim light of the noonday sun.
Malta kicked up dirt and frantically ran towards Castor's scent. "Castor!" she yelled, as more rumblings, like some sleeping beast, stirred in the forest around her and green lights became visible amongst the trees, "Castor, Castor, Help!"
Success Rate: 71-100 Rolled: 24, 99, 65, 10, 9, 4, 16, 77, 96, 22 Battle Outcome: 3 Win rolls from Castor, 3 Win rolls from Malta, 4 Losses Half exp from 4 enemies, full exp from 6: 80 Exp
Left over Exp bin: 3/11 -> 2/17, Now Level 17 No LUK change No LUK Exp change
DraconicFeline
It doesn't seem like you're bad o 3o~ Just dang, 3000 words xD; at least he leveled up like crazy.
He smiled a bit when Malta nudged him, it seemed like she was calming down, at least slightly for now even though she was still trembling just a bit.
"Yes, that could definitely work. If you can manage to get above the trees the city shouldn't be too hard to see. It is quite large after all." Castor nodded a bit as he spoke, as if thinking he was thinking it out as the words left his mouth. This plan could work, they would most likely run into more Mara on their way back to the city, but at least they would have a direction to go in. With any luck they wouldn't be too far away. "Do your best." He said with a little smile.
Following her over to the clearing he traced his fingers over the leather pouch filled with bombs, it was lighter on his hip now than it had been just forty minutes ago. Two of the bombs were gone from the sack, put to good use. They weren't exactly... subtle, the large sound may draw attention. He hadn't thought about that prior.
After a few moment she had leaped into the air and started flapping into the sky. "I will be here waiting for when you get back!" He called up into the sky, hoping she had heard him.
Castor slumped down against the tree, his body aching still, but less so than it had before. Opening the bomb bag he checked over the metal balls and their fuses, making sure they were all in working order. There was now only eight, if he could he should conserve them as long as possible. Destroying those creatures in one blow was useful, he needed to keep as many as possible. One by one he slipped them back into the pack, checking once again to see there was no breaking and that the fuses weren't cut or snagged on anything.
Julius's advice rang in his head now that he had a moment. You must check over your weapons whenever you have the opportunity, made sure there isn't any significant damage or you'll be in for a surprise later. He took the rock pick out of the loop on his side and looked it over tracing his finger over it for damage or cracks. One of the corners on the flat side seemed to have been chipped very slightly, but it was nothing major, it wasn't in any immediate danger of breaking.
Just when he had started relaxing there it was, a yell through the trees. It was to his right, and as he sprang up on his feet he saw them. Malta followed by what looked like a legion of Mara. They were hard to make out in the distance but he could see their shapes as he ran towards Malta, pick in hand. "Where did they come from?" He asked, not sure if he was actually curious or saying something for the sake of it. He readied himself, they were still a ways away but he had a feeling it wouldn't be that way for long.
Malta Ysaki Orakovan, Feral Alchemist Soldul Forests Adept-Rank Civilian
Current Loot: Moonstone x 30 Shattered Granite x 15 Pending Loot: +6 Kills +90 Shattered Granite
(Rolling for Rock Mara Loot)
reirelight
It felt like a very long time before she caught sight of Castor through the trees, though it had only perhaps been a minute of running. She was incredibly, indescribably grateful to see him, and she made one final sprint to close the distance. "I don't know!" she whined, skidding to a halt behind him, turning in an unusually impressive maneuver to face them and reaching for her magic, her claws instinctively digging into the ground as she called on the useful resource.
Roots reached up to stall the mara, slamming them against the trees and slowing them as, with ear-grating rumbles, they struggled to right themselves and crush the life forms.
One was very unlucky, and was smashed hard against the tree, the light of it's essence floating, freed, as it's body was wrapped with roots. Malta did not call it unlucky. She did not call it lucky - she was too busy looking at the other nine mara.
"Obsidian... Obsidian city is..." she pointed with a shaking, dirt-stained claw, "It's that way..." She began backing towards that direction, "We.. We should go. That way." she squeaked as the mara smashed their way free of her constraints. She felt sorry for the trees that she had damaged with her magic - plants did not like having their roots meet the air, or having them damaged by big stone hammers, but she promised she would make it up to them...
