Lora gripped the side of the cart as it rocked. The woman on the horse didn’t look like much to her. “How do you know?” She noticed how close they were now to the smoke. As he told her to prepare for what was ahead, she stood and moved to the back of the cart. Quickly she shifted through her bags and pulled a few herbs for any spells she might need. “I don’t mind walking. I would hate it if anything happened to Lucky. She seems like a good companion for you.” Lora braided her long blue hair so her ponytail would stay out of the way. “Once in I’ll try to provide some cover for you if needed, but helping the wounded will be first on my list.” Lora pulled out a small necklace and kissed it once for luck. There wasn’t anything significant looking about it. It was a plane copper chain with a broken locket attached. She tucked it back down into her shirt as she moved back up. “Ok, I’m ready.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:45 pm
Jasper Sparks
Level/ 1 Life/ 100 Mana/ 50 Location/ Somewhere XP/ 1/20 OoC/ Sorry I stole your posting idea, Austin... It's just a good one. o - o; Also I wish this were longer, but I forgot I have to work in 15 minutes and I need to go...
Jasper huffed as he listened to the sounds of the battle, curious as to what could be making so much noise so close to the temple of the guilds(will look at actual name and edit it). Sasha, his familiar, waddled along next to him, his long otter tail sparking playfully as they continued on. It wasn't long before they saw a cart in the distance, which had stopped in front of the entrance to the Temple. His curiosity got the best of him and he followed after, the crystal around his neck sparking as his staff formed out of lightning as he approached the doors.
The Stranger kept his eyes on the feline woman who took the lead on the horse. To the ranger's question he responded, "Her gear. Way too expensive to be some half-rate Guard-For-Hire the merchants would have paid for. And she looks trained, too. Merchants are too cheap to pay for someone like that. There must be something else going on." The Kor man pulled up the wraps around his face to better conceal himself, and pulled a dusty white cloak from the back of the cart and clipped it over his shoulders, pulling the hood up over his head. He tied the donkey and cart to a post outside, giving the donkey enough slack that she could graze on the grass. He wasn't worried about thieves; he didn't have anything worth taking.
He looked back over his shoulder, seeing a young man filled to the brim with sparks. From beneath the white hood of the Stranger's clothing, he regarded the youth with his unsettling, glowing white eyes. Hmm.. Stranger looked over at the ranger and gave a little salute, "This is where we part ways, for now. Take care of yourself, miss. Don't let that I'm sure we'll cross paths again." And with that, he headed through the gates, disappearing into the crowd.
Lora watched the Stanger fade into the crowd. She turned back to her vials and bottles, making sure she had everything she needed. Placing one hand on the side of the cart, she leaped down to the ground. “Don’t get hurt now… I don’t want to waste my stuff on you.” There was humor in her voice as she called out, wondering if he even heard her. She shrugged it off as she pulled her bow form her shoulder and walked in with the crowd.
Once inside the temple she gasped as she looked around at all the dead and wounded. Quickly Lora went to work sorting out the critically wounded from the soon to be dead. She didn’t hastate to get her hands bloody as she went to work.
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-Inside the main town-
Before vanishing into the crowd, Stranger waved and called back over his shoulder, "Don't worry, I borrowed some of your stuff just in case." And lo, when Stranger had gotten her pack out of the back of the cart, he had slipped a vial into some hidden pocket in his layered shozoku. It was nothing of huge importance, just a small healing tincture. He made sure not to take anything that would hugely hinder her efforts here.
As he took off into the town, he scrambled up onto a rooftop. He was visible only briefly before he jumped over the side of a building, his cloth wraps trailing like ribbons behind him as he made his way across the rooftops of the town.
Lora waived a hand hearing Stanger call out about taking a vial form her. At that moment she couldn’t care less as long as she could help the wounded. As the fighting went on around her she would duck and scoot to stay out of the way, trying not to get hit or hurt. But as the wounded rolled in her limited supplies started to run thin. She clinched her jaw as he tried to come up with a way to help as many people as possible. “Senseless fighting… “ She hissed, cleaning wounds, sowing gashes, and setting bones. Her bow was on the ground beside her as an attacker charged at the camp she had made for the wounded. Without a pause or second thought Lora grabbed the bow and quickly let an arrow fly. It suck, dead center in his chest. She sat there for a minute watching him before setting her bow back down and continuing her work.
She rode hard and fast past the gates of the main city. The fires were starting to engulf everything as the smoky skyline glowed with the dancing ember colors of the flames. Ash lightly rained down from, covering everything it touches. Screams and cries for help mixed into the sounds of clashing swords and weapons. The smell of sweat, blood, and smoke mixed together for form the putrid odor of combat.
Catherin stood in her saddle and did a back flip off her mount as attackers charged in. She landed in a low crouch, pulling both her whip and dagger. Long orange hair flowed behind her, fanning out as she dashed forwards. A playfully sadistic smile spread across her lips as she cracked her whip once, lashing it around one person’s wrist while she slit the other across the chest as she passed. The first person pulled on the whip, yanking her back a tad. Her tail brushed from side to side as she spoke around, striking out with her foot, landing a blow to hos wind pipe.
She flicked her wrist, coiling up the whip in her hand once more before looking for the next reckless victim to challenge her. The lust for battle was written across her face as she moved from person to person. A small cut and a few scraped a bruises where collected along her path of merciless killing of anyone who tried to stop her. "I hate dogs who go in killing innocent people for no reason" She mumbled, wiping a dab of blood from her lip.
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Ciron of Brackenwood - A Tortured Soul
Among the cries and shouts of townspeople running for their lives, there were other voices rising above the din of screams and chaos. And as Catherin entered the town, one of those voices pierced the dull roar of battle, and echoed through the town.
It was laughter.
"Heh heh he.. ha ha ha ha..." From the crowd of chaos, the fleeing people parted like the sea before Moses. From the mass of bodies a figure appeared - a faun. Oddly, faun don't generally look very intimidating. They were usually petite and of slight build, though they were known for their extremely powerful legs, able to sprint short distances very fast and leap over buildings. This faun looked like he had seen the wrong end of a furnace - his fur was scorched, his skin was blackened with ash and soot from the town. He was carrying a wooden staff, which was charred but still sturdy.
"No reason?... NO REASON? Hahahahahaaa.. There is plenty of reason..." He approached the cat soldier as a townsperson crossed between them. Ciron flicked a hand out, and a spark of fire flew forth, igniting the clothes of the citizen as they burst into flames.
Her yellow eyes narrowed on the faun before her. “Is there truly a good reason?” The question was more of a statement as she let the whip drop down to the ground once more. Seeing that he was well adjusted at the art of fire, she changed the way she held her dagger. She turned the blade so it rested flat against her wrist, her fingers wrapped loosely around the handle. Catherin’s tail swayed slowly as she started shifting her weight from side to side. “Show me what you got.” She hisses, less than pleased by his actions. She too loved the thrill of the kill but she didn’t kill just anyone.
Catherin charged the faun with full speed. Once she was about 2 feet away she leaped into the air with agility and grace of a minx, going into a flying butterfly kick. If successful a foot would firmly plant into the side of his head. The whip twirled around her body before she racked it once, trying to wrap the tongue of the whip around his neck. It was a much harder target and even though the likelihood of her success was slim it was something she couldn’t pass up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:15 pm
Ciron of Brackenwood - A Tortured Soul
The feline began charging that the faun - charging! At him! Oh, he couldn't believe his luck. These fools just loved walking to their doom, like saplings before a wildfire. As Catherin charged, Ciron dug in his heels, kicking back with each leg like a bull preparing to charge. He lowered his head, curled horns ready to gore his opponent.
█Buso Renkin: Fiery Charge [ Attack]
Element: Fire Weapon: Staff Cast to cast:۞ ۞ Charge Damage: Weapon Damage (❖) + ❖ Fire Trail Damage:❖ per post Side Effects: Leaves a trail of fire, lasting for 3 posts Description: Ciron coils his legs like springs, gathering strength and summoning his fire magic. Then he charges forward in a straight line up to twenty feet away. If an opponent is closer than 20 feet, he can hit them and then continue past them, leaving them standing in the fire trail. Fiery Charge can only run in a straight line and once started he cannot turn, though he can stop early if he needs to. The Charge enhances his normal damage due to the force of the charge, and leaves behind a strip of fire that continues to burn any who stand in the way.
Ciron burst forward into his charge, waiting for the soft, yielding flesh of the cat to impale on his horns.. but he missed. She jumped up just as his powerful legs shot him forward. She would hit air, but he would miss her as well. It was a good thing she jumped; his charge shot him like a rocket, blasting a good twenty feet in the opposite direction. He came to a halt, digging two trenches in the ground as he skidded to a stop. Behind him, a trail of fire ignited and leaped up from the ground, burning where he stood. She wasn't off the hook entirely - her jump would take her right into the trail of fire left behind.
Ciron spun around, spinning his staff around and began charging back, running alongside the trail of fire.
[Status] Fire Trail: 0/3 posts Staff:► ❖ ► ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ (110/110) ► .۞۞۞۞۞ (40/50) (Mana Regen: 1 per post)
The hem of her coat and pants legs caught fire as she landed, her knees giving to adjust for balance. Catherin rolled off to one side to escape the trail of fire left behind by his attack. She hated magic almost as much as she hated bullies. And even though his magic gave him an upper hand in attacks, her agility gave her an upper hand in close combat. Before rising to her feet, she pocketed a hand full of ash in the same hand at her dagger. After all know one said she was the good guy or that she had to play fair.
She let the whip drag the ground as she walked in his direction. The fur on her body and tail stood on end. As she got closer once again she racked her whip at him, trying to wrap it around his wrist. Catherin turned her body sharply to one side as she throw her dagger, along with the hand full of ash at his face. It wasn’t as graceful of an attack or even honorable. But it would have to do under the circumstances.
Lora lifted her head as the sounds of combat drew closer to her location. She watched as the animal like girl and the faun fought. She pressed her lips into a frown before looking back to the injured. “Get this people out of here.” She ordered to a few of the towns people that was helping her. She grabbed her bow and loaded an arrow, leaving bloody prints behind . Carefully she took aim but didn’t fire. Lora waited and watching, trying to provide some type of cover for the refugees and the wounded as they fled form danger.
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Ciron of Brackenwood - A Tortured Soul
The faun walked towards the cat in return - he lifted up the staff to strike, but her whip wrapped around his wrist. He growled at her, and was about to attack when suddenly - Ash in the face! The faun cried out, letting go of his staff and wiping at his face as he was abruptly blinded. This however occupied him so he was unable to avoid the dagger; it sank into his shoulder, biting into his flesh and he cried out in anger and rage. The faun buried his head in to his shoulder, throwing his unobstructed hand forward. From his palm three spheres of light suddenly burst forward --
█Summoning: Fire Sprites [ Summons ] █►
Element: Fire Cast to cast:۞ ۞ ۞ Description: Summons three fiery sprites, tiny balls of fire that circle Ciron. They can dive-bomb enemies, bursting into a ball of flame on impact, or can move to intercept attacks, condensing their bodies to absorb damage. Each attack immediately consumes the sprite, which explodes in a small orb of fire. The Sprites can absorb physical or magic damage.
Summons HP:❖ Summons Damage (on attack):❖
Ciron didn't bother keeping any of the sprites for defense - all three immediately zoomed towards Catherin like tiny heat-seeking missiles, arcing towards her. If they hit her they'd burst into a little ball of fire, burning skin and setting clothes and hair aflame. If they missed they'd begin to arc back around to make another pass.
Ciron, meanwhile, was occupied with rubbing his eyes clear of the ash and was unable to follow up with any further attacks.
[Status] Summon: 3/3 sprites Fire Trail: 1/3 posts Staff:► ❖ ► ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ (90/110) ► .۞۞۞۞۞ (20/50) (Mana Regen: 1 per post)
Cartherin let out a few choice words at the sprites came at her. She recoiled the whip as she turned to run, but she was too close and the sprites where too fast. She cried out at all three sprites hit, each one bursting into flames. Immediately she dropped to the ground and rolled to try and put out the flames.
Her outfit, fur, and hair where scorched in spots. Ash stuck to her as she rolled about. After making sure everything was out, she made it up to one knee panting. He was good but she wasn’t ready to back down yet. “What is your deal?” Cathenrin finely asked. Trying to by a little time for recovery. It was a risky move since it would allow him time to recover as well.
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