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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 3:46 pm
A general call out to everyone on the thread:
As you know, Tuatha is more of a tabletop styled campaign than an online rp. With that in mind, if there is ever a fight scene provoked by the GMs ( either myself or Thorne ) do not attempt to carry out your character's fight sequence on your own! The GMs will basically be puppeting any NPCs involved in the scuffle, and it will be an interactive fight. Thus it should be played out as if you were battling with another player's character, i.e. no automatically successful hits, no hamstering, and yes, you will need to pause between thrusts so your opponent has a chance to respond.
We will eventually be implementing a battle system, once we have it all ironed out. When we are ready to put it into motion, we will inform everyone how the system will work!
This current fight scene would have been a bit more interactive, but we had to catch up to Eva. *smiles* Though in her defense, we had yet to inform everyone of the interactive nature of battle when she put up her post. Still, if anyone has any actions they wish to do to/with the enemy soldiers they are welcome to do so!
If anyone has any questions about this, please contact me. I will also be posting this notice on the front page. Cheers~
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 3:56 pm
. o O (( Ugh... I hate being sick. So sorry you guys keep having to wait on me... between writer's block and fubar tummy... grr. )) O o .
«<{› The Crusade ‹}>»
Inside the bar, chaos was absolute. The patrons scrabbled quickly from their tables and towards the walls as one of the Cathedral men crashed heavily into a table, momentarily stunned by the sudden impact of a plated fist. The other guard had only a moment's more time to reach for his sword before he, too, was sent staggering away, the stout wood of the chair cracking ominously with the force of the impact.
The guard who'd been tagged with the chair was definitely the one who recovered first, and as he cleared himself of the table and chairs he'd tumbled into, the sword strapped to his side hissed its way free of it's sheath, the man already dropping into a fighting stance. As his companion, not terribly far from Azen, vigorously shook his head, the first guard shouted at him, telling him to give chase to the women fleeing through the kitchen doors. The other man's only response was a look of murderous anger aimed at Azen's broad back, before he began racing towards said fleeing people.
Within the kitchen, Domini paused for a mere moment, desperately searching for a way out. The commanding shout that came from the common room galvanized her into movement, however... there wasn't a moment to lose. Seizing on sudden inspiration, one of her small hands closed on a knife laying on a table. Plunging it deep into the bag of flour near where one of the cooks had been working, her free hand snatched the other side, flinging the lacerated bag towards whatever poor soul came through that door first, before snagging Talise's hand once more, and racing towards the door leading out to the root cellar and salt storage, the blade clattering to the floor behind her..
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At the other exit of the Inn, the trio exploded from the door into the rest of the platoon, some on foot and attending to the horses, a mere few still stationed on their mounts. Asmyrra had caught the door-frame of the entrance, yanking herself into an impossibly sharp turn at the cost of a thoroughly scraped hand and a roughed shoulder, but sending her dashing directly at where she'd left her mount. The maneuver had bought her just enough time to leap atop the water trough, then spring up onto her mount's back, just as the sound of arrows behind her caused her to spin towards where Ky and Eva's mounts had been.
The various riders did scatter before the dangerous flurry of arrows from Eva's bow, giving she and Ky precious moments to reach their horses and prepare for abrupt departure. But their group was divided... and so a decision flashed behind Asmyrra's eyes. She had no physical weapons, but... they desperately needed a distraction. Instead, hands darted into one of the saddle-bags immediately behind her, withdrawing a small pouch as soft, sibilant words began tumbling from her lips. Practiced fingers slipped the small knot free from the strings with one hand, the other tracing some sort of rune-like image before her... and the pouch was suddenly cast forward, into the middle of where the Cathedral men were starting to marshal their confusion.
The effect was spectacular, if nothing else; a sudden flare of dazzling colour exploding forth as the Weave took the small pouch of phosphorous dust. The flash was more than bright enough to temporarily blind; one or two of the Cathedral men actually fell to the ground, stunned by the brilliance of the flare. Taking advantage of the distraction, Asmyrra issued a piercing whistle, one hand indicating Ky, and making a gesture towards the back of the inn; the other hand indicating Eva, and a direction away from the tavern... which she promptly launched her horse in, digging her heels in ferociously, and trying not to pay heed to the soldiers she charged her horse through...
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:10 pm
 Ky's heart is beating the inside of his ribs. Not so much from the adrenaline of running from the Cathedrals soldiers, but from the fact that he is having to fight them yet again. Although he sided himself with the Iron Fist, he had spent a considerable amount of time with the Paladin's Rod after the arrival of the Beast. It had taken a while, but he eventually saw that force was the way to deal with the fiend. He had accepted that he may have to go toe to toe with his brothers, but that did not mean he had to enjoy it. His remorseful flashback is interrupted by a shrill whistle coming from the lips of his commander. He looks to her, awaiting orders. He understands the orders are to circle to the rear of the tavern. He delivers a hard nod to Asmyrra. He removes a small dagger from his hip and takes a swipe at the rear hide of the cathedral horse closest to him. Although the cut is superficial it causes the horse to go into a panic. He prays that between the Commander's distraction, and the terrified horse, that they wont take notice to a cloaked man trying to leave a dangerous scene on a horse. Ky expediently undoes the reigns of his mount. He then swings onto the saddle and snaps the reigns while kicking his heels into his mounts torso. Ky steers his horse around the tavern at a gallop. He barely had enough time to see Tali and her friends make haste toward the kitchen. He surmises that, if all went well, he should arrive at the back of the tavern just after they make their exit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:18 pm
--Winters-Cruel-Fate--
She straightened after a moment, and turned her attention to Heron whom had began to speak, "I do hate to blame it on a soldier though." she placed an index finger on her lip thoughtfully. "Do they often speak falsely?" she asked. When Cyrillia bows her head, Heron becomes enraptured by the way her hair gently grazes her cheek. She speaks to him, yet he doesn't hear her for a moment. Once his mind catches up to his hormones, he stumbles into a response, "Brum erraaaee wouldn't necessarily say that. They just have a funny sense of humor is all. Anyways, I'm glad to have you with us. So...what brings you here?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:34 pm
A frown touched over her features as her, once important task, was brought back to her. During the commotion her mind had seem to push back the thoughts that had been etching in the back of her mind the whole trip there. Her gaze went downcast, "I... well..." she began softly, playing with the ring once more, as a way to keep her calm or for the trained eyes to notice how it kept her distracted as she spoke.
"My.. my family was killed... some time ago." she explained, keeping her emerald eyes on the silver band that she circled around her forefinger on her right hand. "I'm.. looking for a place to go. I've seen many people suffering during the trip here and I felt.. compelled to do good for them. To help them through these difficult times." she stopped, keeping her thumb and her index finger on the ring, and looked up to Heron. "I heard, from a passing traveler whom had come from this town, that I could find some sort of work that may possibly.... well..," her cheeks stained a hint of pink and she looked down, "I.. just want to help." she whispered almost.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 8:24 pm
Heron's jovial adolescence is quickly washed away by her story. As much as he adores her appearance, he tells himself that he must focus on her needs and emotions. She's afraid, that much he can tell, but he worries that the scars of losing her family still remain. As much as he detested his own parents for pushing him and his sister for political reasons, he can't fathom how he would feel if they were suddenly gone. Heron smiles warmly to Cyrillia, his eyes showing genuine concern and kindness. He places his left hand on her shoulder gently and uses his right thumb and forefinger to lift her chin so that her eyes meet his. "Hey, you needn't fret. You are amongst friends here. We'll figure something out, alright?" His tone is serene, there is no hint of his usual ulterior motives.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 8:34 pm
She brought her dark colored eyes up to him, scanning over his face and the sincere way he spoke. Her cheeks stained with a darker more vibrant scarlet, forcing her usual pale skin to disappear under its heat.
"I... I'll do my best." having never gotten his name or possibly had and forgotten, Cyrillia began to grow ever so slightly awkward by the small feelings that were beginning to bloom inside her. It felt similar to when she'd feel guilty or when suddenly scared, her stomach would do a somersault and and dip down forcing her body to shudder. It was a feeling she rarely got but when gotten, she felt nervous and embarrassed, afraid that someone would hear or could see, though of course they couldn't. "Thank you." she whispered softly after a moment.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 8:40 pm
Heron nods and releases her. He suddenly slaps his forehead in a manner that would suggest he has forgotten something very obvious. He smiles broadly and exclaims, "Bah, would you look at me! I'm getting familiar with you and I haven't even properly introduced myself yet with all the commotion. I'm Heron Dalearin, I'm an apprentice under Kae'drynn Ishtarealm. This is my senior, Un'Aerith Fareryniel." He cordially motions to the other blue haired elf beside him. He looks to Aerith and says, "I guess we're following you then. I can't wait to get back and tell Naelonni about what happened today. She's going to be sorry she missed out." In all honesty, Heron did not like being away from her for too long. It felt wrong to him, and he wanted to correct it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 4:07 pm
Faust had wandered back unto the dirt path, taking heavy, marked strides. The sounds and laughter of the market had left him, along with the heated warmth and bustle of human life.
The only thing that kept him comfort, no matter how small, was the familiar weight of his works at his side, banging his hip loftily with every step.
Faust hadn't spoken since the encounter, to himself or otherwise, and his mind was racing. Like the black racer, the rat snakes of the local woods, his thoughts had climbed low into the patches of vine and earth, crept away to shed, meander, and rest. Faust grunted as he topped another hill, the familiar cottage in the distance.
He decided he would pass it, due to the no doubt retched smell of the place. Faust guffawed loudly, crossing his arms with his hood against the wind, continuing along, the slap of his boots thunderous as they tramped the dirt ahead..
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 5:33 pm
Urban Thorne Within the kitchen, Domini paused for a mere moment, desperately searching for a way out. The commanding shout that came from the common room galvanized her into movement, however... there wasn't a moment to lose. Seizing on sudden inspiration, one of her small hands closed on a knife laying on a table. Plunging it deep into the bag of flour near where one of the cooks had been working, her free hand snatched the other side, flinging the lacerated bag towards whatever poor soul came through that door first, before snagging Talise's hand once more, and racing towards the door leading out to the root cellar and salt storage, the blade clattering to the floor behind her..  A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...Talise releases a startled squeak as Domini's small hand clasps around hers and pulls. "Wait! Azen!?" She manages to cry out just before the kitchen door swings closed behind her. Scrambling to keep up with the small, panicking mechanic at the helm, she dodges to the side just in time to watch the flour bag whiz passed her. The momentary pause that it takes for Domini to launch the flour bag assult gives the clever gypsy just enough time to process the situation. Her folk often find themselves in predicaments that require quick escapes, so this is all old hand for her... but Domini beats her to it.
The root cellar! That will have a way out. Those things always have a back entrance to the surface for easy loading purposes. She feels a pang of pride for her sharp minded companion as she follows her, trampling down the stairs and rushing between piles of stacked supplies. "Here!" She calls to Domini, skittering to a halt when she notices a sliver of light peeking through the large, wooden planked cellar shutters. Taking the lead now, Talise drops Domini's hand, her own diving into her skirt strap. Pulling free her hidden ring of thief picks, she makes short use of the lock and, unconsciously gripping the padlock in her hand, unthreads the chains and shoves the double doors open.
Climbing out onto the back alley behind the tavern, she makes sure that Domini is right behind her before peering out from behind the building to get a look at the commotion coming from the front of the tavern. The others seem to be getting to their horses alright, but Tali knows they won't have any idea where to head. Hoping those keen gypsy lessons her elders always boast about are really as handy as they say, she gives a sharp, high pitched whistle. Even if it doesn't get the rider's attention immediately, the horses will notice. Somewhere in the back of her thoughts, she hopes that Azen is also right behind them.
There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
{ That comic is amazing!!! I'm in a comic!! EEEE!!!! I'm sorry I was gone so long. Hawaii was lovely... but now I'm back! I missed you all. And we have new people, how exciting! }
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:34 pm
Ky hears a sharp whistle from the rear of the tavern. He has a feeling that it's from Talise. He isn't certain if it's an indication of her whereabouts or a signal for help. Ky snaps the reigns of his mount again, imploring it to make haste. He rounds the bend of the tavern and is relieved to see Tali and her friend signaling for him. He pulls back harshly on the reigns, bringing the horse to a sliding halt in front of the women. He extend an open hand to them, not particularly caring which one takes it first, and says in a very hurried manner, "Quickly, there may be more guards coming!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 8:39 pm
Urban Thorne The guard who'd been tagged with the chair was definitely the one who recovered first, and as he cleared himself of the table and chairs he'd tumbled into, the sword strapped to his side hissed its way free of it's sheath, the man already dropping into a fighting stance. As his companion, not terribly far from Azen, vigorously shook his head, the first guard shouted at him, telling him to give chase to the women fleeing through the kitchen doors. The other man's only response was a look of murderous anger aimed at Azen's broad back, before he began racing towards said fleeing people.   ___A smirked formed itself on Azen's face as both the punch and the chair hit their targets; he was specially proud that the chair actually hit the guard. Though, to his surprise, that guard was back on his feet quite fast, not giving the tank enough time to reach his own weapon. The tall knight took a step back as the order was shouted to the second guard. "I have to hurry with this one... I would not want to let Tali and Domini in danger." He frowned and gave a quick glance over his shoulder, towards the kitchen where both gals ran to. ___Asgard focused on the guard, in fighting stance, for a few seconds and took a deep breath. The dark swordsman did notice his giant sword waiting for him not too far on the bar, where he had left it earlier while chatting with Rosso... Maybe he could reach it in time before the Paladin's dog could run to him. Seeing no point in staying there and having a staring contest, Azen turned on his heels and dashed towards his blade, grabbing it and twisting his body around to swing it horizontally. If the soldier ran to him, he could be surprised by a dangerous slash from Azen, if not: Azen would most likely be left opened from the momentum of the swing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:23 pm
 Her heart pounding in her ears, Eva hung on as best she could with her hands full, loosing wild shots behind her then almost directly in the air when her mount wheeled around and started racing back nearly the way she came. Ignoring the horse for the moment, Eva drew three more arrows and let each fly in quick succession. Her revulsion at the thought of killing her comrades had left her mind as soon as she realized she could die rather easily. Now, nearly losing her grip on the bow as the horse comes to a full stop, Eva is left scowling at Tali. "I get the feeling you had sommat to do with that." She fingers another arrow, nocking it but not yet drawing it back. She glances at Ky, her attention momentarily shifting. "Have you seen the com--Asmyrra?" Wouldn't that be conveinent? The soldiers doing her dirty work for her. Unlikely, however, which was a pity.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 10:14 am
Grateful that most of the riders seemed to have caught on to her cue, she keeps a firm hold on Domini as Ky and Eva circle around to join them. Quickly she makes a mental note on the absence of the commander and Azen. Looking between Eva's scowl and Ky's extended hand, the little gypsy rushes to a decision.
"We can't both fit on your horse, Ky. You're too big. We'll ride with Eva." She informs the knight. The gypsy doesn't give a second thought to the fact that the commotion they were about to cause would undoubtable put a hold on the arrow that was cocked and ready. Tugging Domini over to the mounted and scowling elf, she cups her hands to offer her mechanically inclined friend a boost. "Up Ipo."
In the back of her mind, she knew that more soldiers were probably on route. Again she had to wonder... where was Azen??
There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
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