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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:25 pm
Once the Beast has been banished and the fissure in the sky beings to close, Johannes lands at in a knelt position on the ground. Majestic, feathered wings, pure as snow, fold to rest against his back and he stands to face his brother. "Thank you Uriel," he tells the other angel with sincerity. Sheathing first one sword, then the other, he glances around him, noticing the remaining minions have taken flight, desperate in their attempt to escape back into the retreating portal. Sadness filled his heart at the sight that lay before him. Once a small but florishing town, almost half of the structures had now been reduced to smoldering rubble. Distant cries lamenting the victims of the scourge rang softly in his ears, joined by the memories of other such scenes he had been privy to these last few months. A silent sigh escapes his lips and he returns his attention to the man before him.
"Will you stay a while, brother? Help us to attend to those wounded?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:36 pm
He had spied the chaos, the signs, from afar, and had made his way with haste. Though...on foot, in full plate armor...distance is much harder to traverse. As such, Rehverend seemed to have arrived entirely late to the chaos. Finally arriving and stepping within, he saw the horrors generatedby the Beast and its minions. He knew he'd missed out on any chance to enact his Faith upon any Foe.
Perhaps, however, there were wounded, or combatants, for he would have guessed the level of destruction, though massive already, would have been worse if the full might of the Beast had been enacted. So...in theory, there were people, in the least, who would be around, and they might need help.
So, while he'd missed any battle, he still could be of use in what was quite possibly something monumental. Uttering a prayer of Faith, Rehverend began to walk forward, into the half-ruined town.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:17 am
Minai chan "Will you stay a while, brother? Help us to attend to those wounded?"   Alighting on the ground across from his brother, a dim light of dark blue seemed to surround the war-scythe hanging from Uriel's hand as he settled, his own ebon-coloured wings slowly folding back into place. The scythe and the wings seemed to meld back into him at roughly the same moment, their vanishing occurring without fanfare or sudden flaring of energy... Uriel's use of such things tended to be quiet after all. But Johannes had issued a fair query... and the longer he could keep his brother speaking, the more time he lent to Evalin to complete her work.
"I wish I could, Brother, but you know as well as I that my skills never strayed in the direction of lasting healing. But you have some of your... compatriots... with you, and I am certain they can attend in our place. We have a great deal that must be discussed, Johannes," Uriel replied. He had no idea what that faint feeling he was detecting a short distance away was, but he was certain it was not an after-effect of their joint ritual... perhaps it was Evalin herself, preparing her works. "I have been at exactly one other attack of the Beast, Johannes... and this was different. This was... wrong... compared to what I witnessed. This was worse... especially with the creatures that were present. Please, accompany me somewhere that we may speak in private..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:45 am
[Apple.Tequilla] Letting her eyes close ever so slightly, she breathed in deeply and brought her bow up. Pulling the arrow back, she sighted on the woman and whispered a quiet prayer. "Fly true," the words left her lips as the arrow left her fingers. It sped forward towards the target, the arrow head glowing a fierce red. Eva's gaze was locked not on the arrow but the woman; waiting for what she knew would happen. What had to happen.
Daedris tried to do it's duty. As Evalin's bow raised, the pommel stone of the sword dangling from her right wrist began to glow with a soft, silvery-blue light, the radiance fluctuating in a pattern similar to that of a heart-beat... not Asmyrra's, but Evalin's. But the ritual required a great deal of attention, for Asmyrra's magics were much more geared towards effects other than healing, and her wounds required her to focus on what she was doing with greater intensity that normal. The faint glow began to steadily get stronger as the keen arrowhead tracked towards Daedris's owner, the pulsing light starting to quicken in marked tempo with Evalin's own heart...
Asmyrra did not fail to miss the sudden, nearly blinding flash of silvery-blue radiance the moment the quarrel left Evalin's fingers, however. Squeezing her eyes shut for a mere instant, Asmyrra tried to gather her thoughts free of the pathways and concentrations of the ritual, to return her attention to the present... a mere instant she did not have. If she had not been so distracted, the sudden flash would have had her spinning defensively to some random direction, swords ready, slanted violet orbs scanning for whatever dared to menace her directly. But she had been distracted... her arms flickered in the instinctual gesture to whip the rune-engraved swords back to fighting stance, and she began to shift her weight, but the fiercely glowing arrow's path merged with it's target with a stunning suddenness.
Asmyrra jerked forward heavily as the glowing arrow slammed into her back with terrific force, the cord of her right sword slipping from her wrist, it's glowing blade disappearing a short distance away into the rubble as her breath rushed through her dark lips in an agonized gasp. The breath she tried to draw in as her slanted gaze slowly shifted down to the bloodied object projecting from her chest hissed it's way out from around the quarrel in a sibilant, bubbling sound... and she slowly collapsed to her knees, her limbs suddenly suffused with a frightening combination of fiery pain and chilling numbness of shock. She tried for several long, laboured instants more to try to get some air within her, trying to force her slowing thoughts into some coherent form, ignoring the blood that slowly turned her blue lips red... then the lack of air combined viciously with the pain and the shock numbing the rest of her, and she slowly slumped the rest of the way to the ground, becoming an unconscious bundle of bloodied cloth and limbs that stirred only faintly in steadily weakening attempts of breathing...
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:00 pm
{Rizel} As the flames seemed to die down some, though it could’ve been Rizel’s imagination, she scurried through the clearest paths, following the heart-wrenching moans and cries of the injured. As she moved, conflict ripped at Rizel’s mind; healing all the injured would certainly expose her human appearance - much, much more than she’d ever allowed in the past. Could she trust the humans to be thankful enough to keep quiet? Quite possibly. But what about the other ones? Who were they? Rizel was unaware of the power some possessed, having missed the fantastic slaying, or at least delaying, of the Beast by two of them.
Her mind made up, Rizel quickly knelt before the first victim she saw, a man by the looks of his blackened face. He coughed and sputtered, his lungs making a pathetic attempt to take hold of clean air. Rizel put one hand over the man’s face and rested her other on his heaving chest. Muttering the same spell she had not too long ago to the sleeping woman, an intense warmth flowed from her hands and into the man, ridding him of as much internal damage as Rizel was capable of. If she continued to heal in this manner, by the time she would be done with the injured, Rizel would surely be dead or on the brink.
{The White Witch is here}
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:10 pm
Rehverend moved slowly and carefully throughout the ruined portion of the towns, kneeling often to stop and check a mass of flesh here and there. He found the corpses of the demonic minions, and was apparently in the wrong side of town to find wounded, but living; all he came across was the dead and burned.
He sighed and stood from his latest kneeling investigation. A pity that there was no mercy, for he'd found the burnt corpse of a mother and small child, surrounded by three, perhaps four imp corpses. There was much carnage, almost too much for the armored-man to bear, but he pressed on in his search.
No matter his degree of success or lack thereof, Rehverend marched on in search of someone, something, to provide aid to. His armored form was anything but silent, clinking and clanking as he moved about the carnage and ruin.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:52 pm
The familiar feeling of Assmyra's spell somewhere a short distance away implied to Johannes that she must also be finishing things up on her end. The reassuring gesture gave him a chance to take a better look around them at the aftermath of the attack. Although the brutal wave had carried with it deadly consequences, the devestation was not as complete as it could have been. The fact that two Angels had been present to halt the surge so quickly was not lost upon the town, and over half the buildings had managed to remain in tact. This meant there would be many survivors.. this time. However, any comfort that thought might have brought to Johannes was offset by the knowledge that there were so many more attacks still to come, and circumstance would not be as kind to them.
"Indeed, this was different Uriel," Johannes agreed somberly, "but I do not think that anything we would discuss in private is going to help these people now. If you wish to speak with me, I'm afraid it is going to have to be here while I lend a hand. Your skills may not be in the healing arts, but you are more than capable of laying a split or bandaging a wound while I attend to the more seriously injured."
The Beast had appeared at the center of the town, the heart of town square. Johannes starts to move towards one of the main dirt roads that lead through the buildings, when he notices the energies Assmyra had been emanating abruptly disappate. He pauses in his step, his eyes darting towards the direction of the failed spell. Something is wrong.. the thoughts bring his eyes to furrow in sudden concern. When another second passes without the spell reforming, Johannes feels a powerful sense of dread come over him.
"Something has happened," he tells Uriel quickly. Magnificent white feathered wings unfurl from his back, and he springs into the air. The scent of burning wood and ash fill his senses as the warm wind rushes passed him, his keen eyes searching the streets for the familiar cloaked figure of his commander. Apprehension floods his thoughts as he catches site of her crumbled form and in a flurry he dives then whips up to land nimbly at her side. Reaching out to lay his hands upon her shuddering body, he steadies her, his eyes fluttering half-closed as his lips swiftly recite a poweful prayer of healing. Within seconds a soft blue glow radiates from his hands, sending a chilling pulse of restorative energy to course through her body.
Once the spell goes off, Johanne's eyes flare open at the sound of her continued struggle for breath. Something is very wrong.. he realises with alarm, her wounds should be closing. His gaze swiftly falls to the arrow still lodged in her back. One hand holding her up, the other shifts above the injury. Beneath his hovering palm he can feel the presence of the wounding magical energy under her skin. Magical weaponry, even arrows, are rare on the continent and especially so in a small town. It has to come out quickly. It's killing her.
Reaching for the arrow now, his hand pauses in mid air as his eyes catch the colourful fletching along the end. A vision of the purest white and red, stripped with precision and care, a distinct trademark of the signature Cathedral colours used to adorn every arrow produced on their grounds. The implication sliced through his heart in a mixture of shock, horror, and then fury. "No..." the words almost inaudible as they escape his lips.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:47 pm
 Never mistake tears for sadness...Eva watched with a distant air of satisfaction as the arrow hit its mark then slid nimbly down from her branch and proceeded towards the ground. It was the satisfaction of succeeding at a difficult task that filled her for that brief moment then disappeared just as quickly. For now, there was nothing except for that which she felt must be done. Retrieve the irreplacable arrow, locate Uriel, pray Johannes would join them and return to the Cathedral. A simple set of tasks that would usually only require the bare minimum of thought but as she released her sight spell, a terrible weariness settled upon her. It was hard enough to just remount her horse and get the mare going towards what remained of the town. To think that there was more required of her... Sighing softly, she chided the mare into a faster gait. The sooner she collected her belonging, the sooner they could leave.
As she approached the towns edge, a vague thought crossed her mind as to how Uriel was doing in his persuassion. As she remembered, her lips automatically sent up a breathless prayer. Recognizing the streets in a very blurry sort of way, she turned the horse down one alley then out onto a recently cleared lane. There lay her target, more alive to her now in death, or at least near death, than she had when the sight of her had only existed at the end of Eva's sight. And there, so obviously grieving, the Angel she had sought to help save. A cold feeling began to grow in her chest as she mechanically dismounted. A detached part of her wondered if it would not have been better to stay on the horse and perhaps even turn around and ride away but now that her feet had met the ground it was all she could do to stand. Clutching the saddle with white knuckles, she swayed slightly and stared at the sceen before her and prayed silently that those tears were not of grief but perhaps...what? Regret? What have I done? ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:11 pm
He walked slowly throughout the town, ruined in some areas, saved from damnation in others. Rehverend was treading a burnt-out section of the town when he happened upon something--or rather, some one.
As he turned a corner, he found an amount of wounded, and amongst them he spied Rizel, though he could not have known her by any name at this point. He took a hesitant step; his armor clinking as he did so, a warning of sorts of his presence. The armor-clad man unslung his blade from his back, the weapon glowing with the holy energy he'd channeled into it by prayer that morning. He meant no harm, neither by showing up or by unslinging the weapon; indeed, the blade's energy aided him when there was a need to heal...
For now, Rehverend hoped that the sound of his plate armor clanking together might be enough to draw Rizel's attention, so that he might be able to peacefully offer his own healing services.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:28 pm
  Perched atop one of the tallest ruined buildings sits a dark feathered observer. Once she was assured that the forest witch was returning to the scene, she had scanned for a decent spot to watch the events unfold. She made sure that her choice would have a clear view of both the angels and the strange little blue witch that had accompanied one of them here. It was the magic-user that she watched first, noticing the uncustomary skill and style the woman seems to carry. She also takes note of two fascinating blades clinging to the woman's wrists. If only she could get a closer look at those.
The appearance of the blackened wings of the second angel manages to pull her attention back to the battle with the Beast.
This must be one of those Sin Eaters.. she muses to the ancient voice in her mind, but where is his companion..?
She watches the Angel's ritual intently, committing every murmur and gesture into memory. Nephyris knew full well that it was questionable that she would ever have the chance again. The prayer proved effective, and the demonic minions seemed quite anxious to return to whatever hell they had emerged from now that their portal was closing. The only thing that draws her attention away from the rare warriors in the center of town is the sharp flare of energy that comes from somewhere outside of her vision. Her feathered head cocks quickly in that direction, then snaps to the other object of her attentions, the blue skinned sorceress.
Nephyris watches the woman sink to the ground, perhaps never to rise again. But before she could even consider whether she should feel any remorse for the adept wielder's impending death, a glint of light reflecting upon falling metal snatches her gaze. One of the beautiful swords had fallen to the ground. Nephyris feels the sudden urge to go retrieve the weapon, but as she starts to open her wings to take flight the angel companion appears from no where and takes to her side. Folding her wings once more, Nephyris suppresses the desire. It would not be safe for her to clash with an angel. However, he was obviously too distracted with the task of saving the woman to notice the missing blade.
No matter. She could wait.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 4:19 pm
{Rizel} Having moved onto a second, and a third victim, Rizel healed what she could, trying to balance her magic human to human so that left only the wounds that would heal fine without her aid.
About to search again for another human in need, a strange clanking sounded. It was the distinctive clank of armor, Rizel realized. She looked up to see a man approaching her and instinctively jumped up, her slightly glowing hands raised defensively.
He held a weapon of massive power, Rizel noted, one that glowed with its power. Would he try to kill her? Or take her prisoner and collect money for his find? He had seen enough to gather ideas, if not the truth.
{The White Witch is here}
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 4:59 pm
Rehverend noted her stance; he could guess what she must be thinking of his intentions. Her hands glowed with a soft light, giving Rehverend enough information to confirm that she had indeed been healing.
A groan below him got his attention. Shifting to glance downward, he saw a small boy, covered in what Rehv could only assume was his own blood. A rip in his shirt showed a wound that must have broken many a rib as well as the skin.
Glancing up to Rizel one more time, Rehv knelt, sliding an armored hand slowly down Aulda, his greatsword. It looked as though he was collecting some of the glow from it, as the light gathered in his palm. Holding the now-glowing hand over the wound in the boy's chest, the light fed from it into him, the internal damage healing slowly, but surely. The wound the child had suffered did not heal fully, as Rehverend was not a dedicated healer, but the internal bleeding had been sealed up, there was nothing more than his own body could heal on its own.
Rehverend, pleased and done with his work, looked up to Rizel as he rose physically once more, a small smile on his face, while his eyes held a look that spoke for him: There was yet more work to be done, and it best be done now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:50 pm
{Rizel} Watching the strange man closely, Rizel was surprised to find he helped, healed in fact, a small boy. Reassured, though not completely, that he wouldn’t try anything tricky on her, Rizel lowered her hands.
Noises came from every direction: wood, weak with heat, splintering and breaking; faint moans and cries of the injured; Rizel’s own breathing seemed to grow louder with her wild heartbeat.
Images of The Beast flashed through her head as she turned from the man and drifted toward the cries that seemed closest or most dire, though she kept a bright blue eye on him. A stranger with that kind of sword was nothing to take lightly.
{The White Witch is here}
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:02 pm
He was quite aware of her gaze, quite confident that she did not trust him or his presence. Rehverend couldn't blame the woman; Rehv's appearance tended to have such an effect on others.
When she turned to return to healing the wounded, Rehverend fell to helping her, using the holy energy within Aulda. He found it interesting that a blade named Hope could destroy a foe or heal an ally, providing both its namesake and the opposite; despair.
Nevertheless, his healing had him working, which was all he could ask for. At times he worked on a person right next to Rizel, at other times they could not have been farther apart. Still, two people were far better at mass healing than one, even if Rehverend's brand of energy was not as effective as Rizel's was. Aulda's light dimmed as its energy was used up, but this made the size of the weapon no less threatening...
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