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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:43 pm
[[Lol I was just gonna make it move us to another location in the simulation.
But what Nyrk just did works too. Oh Btw Emma when do you plan for the couple to make their temporary exit?]]
Almost instantly the lot was thrown back by a force of malfunctioning. The Exorcist in a sense had broken down a barrier, and now the world went, white, and everyone froze, then they suddenly popped up in a total new location.
It looked like they popped up somewhere outside the border of Italy. Though this Italy was war ravaged.
Farskon got up slowly, and asked."Everyone Ok? Emma are you there?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:48 pm
Nyrk was on his back, propped up against his elbow and scratching his head, a look of utter befuddlement on his face. He jumped to his feet, looking around taking in his surroundings. The smell of burning flesh was heavy in the wind, and though it was an otherwise cold day out, the fires of war almost instantaneously caused Nyrk to begin perspiring.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:50 pm
((Probably sometime tomorrow, I want to have some interaction with Scribbler before they go.))
"Exorcist-" His voice was strangely muted, as if coming over a long distance. Hrothbert's eyes were still closed, still working on Emma.
"As much as it pains me to say this, I need your help."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:54 pm
He turned to face the source of the voice. Though Hrothbert did not look away from Emma, Nyrk was not so dense as to believe he imagined the Saxon speak. "It is no pain to help, sir," Nyrk said. The exorcist easily kept whatever frustrations were on his mind right now well out of his tone of voice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:58 pm
"Her body is healed-mostly. But her mind...something is keeping it locked away, and it feels vampiric in nature. You have more experience with those creatures than I, or so I am led to believe."
Emma lay limp against his chest, her hair tangled and matted and her clothes in tatters.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:03 pm
Farskon observed Emma thoughtfully, and wondered what happened to her mind. He did not feel it safe to reach out to her with his soul.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:06 pm
Nyrk bit his tongue, frustrated that he did not have his tools. "I do, yes," he said, regulating his voice, "but I lack a bit of equipment. ...I suppose I could not call myself an exorcist if I was unable to help you without my equipment, though." A pause. "'Vampiric?' If Lucifer has influence here, so too must God." Nyrk walked to Emma, requiring no further incentive nor provocation. He placed a had upon the sorceress's head, whispering just the incantation for the predicament. The source of the corruption fought back, but Nyrk, expecting as much, kept his composure, albeit braced against the demonic force. His prayer, once calm and pious, was now spoken through clenched teeth as he fought the corruption from himself.
At last, he drew a calm breath.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:10 pm
The combined power of Exorcist and sorcerer was something to behold. Two magics, strange and separate, converging on the elf's frame and immersing her in power.
It began to wear away at whatever kept her thoughts locked away. Slowly, but it was working nonetheless.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:22 pm
Farskon walked uneasily to the group huddled around Emma.
He stepped forward awkwardly, and gave a look to Hrothbert as if to ask if he could help.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:29 pm
((Well, I think we've lost Nyrk.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:32 pm
Farskon, lightly put a hand on Emma's forehead, and put the smallest thread of his own soul into her. It would recovery, and fix any impurities that may be have been inflicted on her.
[[Wanna stop here for tonight ?]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:35 pm
((Sounds good. We'll pick up tomorrow with Scribbler.))
Emma flinched as Farkson's energy touched her, a burn mark appearing on her skin where he touched her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:44 am
[Wow, you guys move fast. X3;]
Scribbler had hung back after the battle, feeling guilty at not being able to help and barely seeing where they were going as she followed the group to the group of tied elves.
The sorceror, exorcist, and paladin seemed to be trying their best to rouse the bespelled enchantress from her unconsciousness. Scribbler doubted that she could be of assistance, but came forward anyway, making sure to stay out of the way of the others.
She laid a hand over Emma's, grasping the black scaled skin gently.
Come back to us, please, she pleaded silently. No soul energy involved, just a small squeeze.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:51 am
The power of four was enough. All it had needed was one little push, one last touch of a mind to break the locks and open the floodgates.
Scribbler's hand was that last push.
Emma's back arched as her eyes flew open, gasping for breath. She wrenched herself out the collective grip, moving as if the hounds of Hell pursued her. It was only when she was in a tangled heap a few yards away that her common sense returned to her.
"Oh..."
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