SHEHK IS ATTACKING MAKING FACES AT LEON (and Madi too, I guess) Insult to injury was having the sword that came swinging around at her face like a baseball bat and the instinct to yelp actually hurting just as much as the actual blow did.
She would have snarled at Leon for his comment but - again, the whole jaw thing. At least for a moment before she shifted into her humanoid form, the offended piece of skull making an offending popping noise and still looking very dislocated on the ghoul when she was on two legs, stepping back from the hunters to forcibly snap her jaw back into place.
However, instead of the same torn-skin wound on her face, her skin was simply an eerie transluscency that some eerie blue-greenish glow could shine though.
Your Character's HP: 24/50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect:- Distortion Charge (at 6) Runic Items OR Artifacts used: NA Distortion used: (Not used currently) Damage: 0
Bloodlust Dante
Sosiqui
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:39 pm
The Head Priestess reveled in it. The battlefield, self-destructive, the feeling of forces clashing, of mortality so close and immediate, generations and generations of humans struggling and falling like the worms they were giving rise to more and more Fear, propagation absolute and complete, the most final form of revenge: they never learned their lesson or their rightful place. Medea turned around hand straying to her wrist, unsnapping several brilliantly glowing jewels from a bracelet piece as she considered her options. She turned-
-As the next second aburst of white pushed past her, cleaving the earth around her evenly into two. She felt the danger before the blur descended, the Head Priestess dropping everything just to defend. Her first two barriers made from pure distortion, flecks of odd orange and blues were broken almost immediately, her third bought her a little more time as she hastily began to weave her Fear into the artifacts in her hands.
For a moment she was distracted as her foot was snagged in the uneven grounding -
- The distraction cost her a painful moment of recovery as Allan nearly successfully decapitated her, instead, the tip of the blade deeply cutting into her cloak fabric, the deep crimson material shredding in half. Medea would have snarled, she would have been enraged, but there was no time and they were giving her not even a single moment to breathe. Options limited, she acted hastily, shattering the first of her precious jewel-based artifacts. The air went still, cold-
- As thousands of tendrils of fog curled hungrily around them, waiting for that moment, waiting for more Fear. The battlefield grew alive not from the conflict but from the mist clinging to the ground itself, from the turmoil as it seemed to take solid form: half-solidified bodies, reaching out towards the two, towards all those on the field, voices incoherent at best, faces caved in where eyes, mouths should be, simply nonexistant. They grabbed a hold of her, hundreds, shouting something louder now something about - calling her name, whispering something in an archaic language -
- And then she was gone. The Sun lead got a little more grace period as he looked around him, confused, sword flaring brightly, a pure white against the grey-white fog. Figures started appearing from nowhere, children now, singing and dancing. The skies began to bleed into a deeper orange, as the distinct sound of bells, rang around the air.
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ALL BATTLERS:
- While they have not in theory, been whisked away, the area itself seems to change, take on an uncanny edge.... - For sake of not getting too confused by too many pages, all players please procede HERE - IF YOU HAVE NOT MADE A POST YET, YOU STILL CAN. FEEL FREE TO POST AT ANY POINT IN TIME.
Lizzy paused when she heard a familiar voice, gritting her teeth as she turned around to face Deryk, "Curiosity... And some of us tagged along to look after those who want to be here." Guilt was evident on her face, and in the way she kept looking at the ground.
If she thought that it was chaotic before, it only got worse when reinforcements came; there were people falling left and right, and although she was preoccupied with Deryk, she couldn't help noticing a familiar figure on the ground... A boil she personally didn't know very well, but had seen hanging around Levi an awful lot.
She wasn't going to fight, but she wasn't about to let a fellow student get trampled on, regardless of the differences in their beliefs.
"Hang in there," She muttered, putting her hand against his skin, and allowing her Fear to course through him. Smaller wounds were pulled closed and temporary stitched shut by what appeared to be spider thread, leaving barely visible scars; she wanted to do more, but there wasn't much she could do for him to help with fatigue and those other things.
if Damien learned one thing from all this, it was that being someones kicking dog genuinely sucked. the whimpering for help was almost all for naught, except for one ghoul that decided to help out of the goodness of her core. The brisk feeling of snow seemed to run through his core and spread outwards, like a splash of water over all the bumps and bruises and he could breathe a little better.
The tiny wounds that were on his chest got smaller, less visible to the eye when his green weary ones peered up at the ghoul and began to wag his tail in a lazy motion. "Hi hi, you saved me there." he began to croak, weakly and struggled to get on his tow feet. "You are one of the ghouls that i catch around Levi sometimes." he said, trying to pull the memory out of thin air.
It was nice to see she had such nice ghoulfreinds by her side.
character HP: 14/50
Bloodlust Dante
Fortunate Hellraiser
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Smerdle
Scamp
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:25 pm
Mmur trampled and maimed the hunters around him. He blazed across the battlefield, whip digging into human flesh so deeply it struck bone. But he didn't kill, not by himself. He was too weak. It shamed him.
Everything seemed to go silent for the horseman when Medea broke her artifact, though the battle raged on around him. He turned, slowly, dropping the injured hunter he had been fighting to the ground as misty tendrils twined around his legs and crept up his body.
The sweet sound of singing filled his ears and he smiled, the dried human blood that stained his face cracking and flaking into the fog. He didn't notice the pale, broken things as they swallowed his leader whole.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:33 am
Soon enough everyone was surging forward, and the draugr stood in place as he waited to be left behind.
If anyone remained with Herryk, he did not see them as he slowly turned and made his way into the forest.
Don't move. Stay close. Don't go far. You don't have to go on.
FREYA!
She heard her friends, distantly, even though they were right beside her for a moment as they rushed forward into the fight. She felt Mort's light touch on her shoulder, and heard Sharra's loud cry. But everything sounded just a little too far away for her to care about. Everyone was over there, fighting something, except him - and she was sitting in the snow, watching him until he surged forward into the forest.
When her eyes lost track of him, she snapped back into focus. Everyone was gone - and where was she? Lost, lost and useless on the ground, while others fought to keep her safe. She gave one last, frightened look at the group and the monster they fought, before stumbling back up to her feet, and running headfirst into the forest while the others were distracted with battle.
She was sorry, Mort. She didn't listen to you after all.
