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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 9:59 pm
Lyssa's power flowed around her, revealling the true witch inside.  The Necromancer grinned lowering his injured arm back to his side, trying not to show the fine trembling that moving it was causing him. The good thing about a mostly black costume was no one could see the bloodstains. To say that the undead were after Feywild was an underestimation. They came at her from two directions, shambling, moaning bodies clawing out of graves to attack the one who had injured their master. Evidentally, the Necromancer held a grudge. The zombie that Flutterby attacked lost both legs in the resulting explosion from her wand, stumbling and falling to the ground where it was promptly stepped on by its companion, this one reached for Jake, as though it intended to catch him in a bear hug.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:54 am
Crysta exclaimed in triumph as her exploding butterflies seemed to have a better effect then her black ones. "Yah ha! I lay you to rest!" She declared with a spinning of her staff. Of course, as she did this the second Zombie was moving in on Jayke. Crysta fluttered in the air. Her body rising and dropping in a similar fashion to her aspect's flight pattern. She turned about, intending on making some comment about how silly he was to worry about her...when she finally noticed the other zombie. "Jayke watch out!" She cried out and swung her staff about to point at the zombies head, terrified the thing might bite him if she did not act quickly enough. Once more Crysta activated her magic, opting to stick with her exploding butterfly attack as that seemed to work much better.
Her situation had clearly grown more uncomfortable. Feywild had succeeded in locating a cluster of the undead...they were currently closing in on her current position. Feywild glanced between the two groups, acutely aware that she could not handle all of them if they succeeded in fully surrounding her. She shifted back a step until she felt the trunk of the tree brushing her wings. Between her fingers a warm black shaft arrow with a red head and tail materialized. She swung the arrow towards the closest undead, and with a small frown released it.
Feywilds Sear arrow left the string of her bow, and immediately flickered from head to tail with a red flame. The moment it struck something. Be it a undead enemy or some random object, the arrow would explode into a small fireball with all the force of a hand held grenade.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:25 pm
With a speed that she usually reserved for hiding her valuables from tiny, literally sticky fingers, Lyssa tied the bandanna onto her head, feeling the magic prickling her scalp and causing her hair to lift and float a bit, as though she was immersed in water. Her vision became blurred with a poisonous green haze; those looking at her would have seen a startling sight; Lyssa's hair billowing out behind her where it wasn't tethered down by the bandanna, her eyes wide and giving off twin beacons of bright green in the inky blackness of the graveyard. Her dull orange clothes seemed to shimmer black before suddenly breaking away into small black fragments which for a split second took the form of bats, keening slightly as they vanished into nothingness. What remained in their place was a tight black dress, sleeves completely gone and bare arms accentuated by a stylish black cape, draping over Lyssa's shoulders like a flat, overgrown bat. The bandanna had released it's hold on her head and now sat rakishly atop her head as a pointy witch's hat. She felt her hands clasp around something, and she looked down as the green faded from her eyes to find a broom clasped in her hands.
She looked down at herself, noting the unabashed scoop of her neckline and the nearness of the bottom of the dress. Grinning from ear to ear, Lyssa settled herself onto the broom and willed it to lift her into the air. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them to find herself.......still standing there looking silly with a broom between her legs. "Huh? What the Hell-!" she exclaimed angrily before ducking her head as a fragment from a fiery explosion nearly took her hat and what would surely have been a good portion of her head. Still frowning, but not knowing what to do otherwise if she was unable to fly, Lyssa un-straddled the broom and wielded it like a staff, looking for a head to brain.
Jayke had just pulled up the sturdiest branch he could find (painlessly oblivious that beneath all of the caked dirt it was really a long leg bone he was holding) when he heard Crysta's small yell of triumph. He looked up to see the zombie topple, both of it's legs gone, and he put it out of his head as a potential threat. He smiled at Crysta and brandished his 'stick', intending to help even if he was surrounded by magical beings who would doubtless think him about as helpful as an eleventh toe.
He was still grinning at Crysta when he saw her expression turn from jubilation to alarm, and she cried out for him to look out. Seeing that she was looking behind him, Jayke didn't hesitate to place his other hand upon the 'stick' and put all of his momentum into one big swing, the follow-through turning him completely around to face whatever it was.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:39 pm
Conclusion It didn't take much of a spark to set off the newly awakened faction's fighting with those meddling magical children! While the Necromancer suffered a harsh injury, many of the disorganized do-gooders found themselves forced to retreat as waves of undead lead by generals of this new ghoulish group reclaimed the graveyard. Injuries were suffered all round, egos bruised and vendetta's sworn, but most importantly, the defenders of justice and peace found themselves with a harsh threat they had no way of previously forseeing. GHOULS had risen, its ranks swelling with power-hungry N-aspect individuals. A new competition for Thief! and a threat for Aphrodite and her friends. Their purpose is no less grand than world domination. But the cloaked Necromancer, is this his true goal, or does he use these poor influenced teens for some other, even more nefarious ends? Only time will tell. GHOULS characters may treat this RP as an awakening for the purpose of RP. Feel free to decide how your character left the graveyard after driving back those meddlesome kids! If you want to mark a vendetta with another character, you can do that also.
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