A skill Seeker and Warlord
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR
“Hm, alright. You know the way there already?” Enli would ask. “I’ll have Bolcha and some others come to take these three somewhere.” He’d say. “If you’ll follow me back to the longhouse, I’ll have him get you want, too.”
They wouldn’t spend long getting ready. The longer they took, certainly the more the trail would grow cold. If they had realized their plans were starting to fall apart, then well, they were more likely to do something drastic. A pair of pine torches, covered in burnable resin both given to Novak. One for now, one for later if they had need of it.
All they had to do now, was make their way to the supposed location of the seal.
A trek one of them had done before, and one that when all was said and done, wouldn’t be too difficult initially. The animals they’d pass would prove fairly impeding. The gliding bird-like creatures easily dispatched, and wolves so long as they were aware of them wouldn’t prove difficult. Thankfully, they hadn’t ran into another one of those armored beasts.
The villagers were right, though - the fog had definitely started to spread. Much further, it seemed. Lighting the torch would cause it to dissipate, creating a small bubble of safety from it. Heading to where the old temple was, with presumably novak leading the way. It seemed though - the hunters were prepared for anyone coming their way.
An arrow would whizz out of the fog, barely grazing Novak.
“Damn fog! I missed!”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll make sure no one disturbs the seal!” Four hunters would emerge from the the fog, all carrying a small stone on their person. One with a bow, two with spears, and one with a rather hefty looking axe.
Misaki and Narkissa
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“Hmm…okay, I think it should be fine! We can totally handle this…probably.” Lazhira would Nod. “Okay…alright. I’m gonna distract them. I’ll sneak out and see what that box is and what’s in it. It’s probably some…nngh, I can’t tell what it is? Doesn’t seem to have much intelligence, it feels…mushy.” She’d shake her head. “Anyways! Uhm…I’ll leave sneak attacks to you two? Probably will want to take out anyone with a bow first…” She seemed like she would have liked a bit more input from Narkissa and Misaki on what they were doing, but assuming they didn’t have any revolutionary plan themselves, or something to say or would stop her, she’d give a nod and then summon a small little ball of light, and set off from their hiding place.
Curiously, once both of them would blink, they’d lose sight of her. After a few seconds they’d think they’d see her again, before promptly losing sight of her. It was like despite knowing she was there, and where she should be, their minds refused to process that she actually existed where she should - and it seemed like the hunters hadn’t noticed her yet. Perhaps they didn’t notice her at all, since they weren’t aware of her presence to start with.
Lazhira would stealthily approach the box, the contents of which were still growling, angrily thumping and attempting to break out of the box. Looking around, and pausing briefly as to how she could open it, before finding a large latch on one side.
“Okay…here goes…”
The young girl would open the crate.
Immediately a black tendril would lash out, striking her right in the chest and sending her flying.
“Gah!”
The black, slimy creature would pull itself from the box - it was another one of those black slime things that had been in the temple. It would slowly pull itself from its prison, though would quickly coalesce into a form perhaps more familiar - a large, almost somewhat spherical blob, but it didn’t seem to stop growing as it would start taking a more solid form. A large, oily tail would extend from its ‘back’, covered in dangerous looking bony spikes, while a spot at the top of it would start to almost resemble that of a humanoid, a large skull serving as its head…if any remembered, it was the same skull that had been on that smaller one that had been hiding from them. More bones and other things served as parts of armor, protecting its gelatinous insides. Numerous oily tendrils would wildly lash out, striking some of the hunters in the process and catching them off guard.
“What the-!” She had successfully gotten their attention, at least.
“...Calm yourselves!” Soyala would shout. “Our prey has come to us, it seems. No one let her get away, and we’ll put this thing back in its place.”
The creature would respond with an almost mournful shriek, lashing out again.
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@Cu Chulainn
The fans were, after his initial few tests, seemed perfectly balanced. Strong, too. Maybe not strong enough to go toe to toe with heavier weapons, but with they certainly seemed suited to deflection and less conventional ways of fighting. The oni that had been lounging around the makeshift arena would give Nomura a decidedly unfriendly glare as he’d approach, obviously not thinking to terribly much of the guy.
“Who wants to fight the princess?” One of them would grunt.
“Gahahah, I bet he doesn’t even know how to use those toothpicks.”
“How much you think before he cries?”
They were definitely both underestimating and also not thinking too highly of him at the same time…save, for perhaps one of the more rougher looking Oni.
A scarred shirtless body, sharp horns protruding from his head. Standing easily over six feet, a scar running the length from his shoulder to his midsection. More easily crossed his body, in fact it seemed rarer that there wasn’t a scarred patch of skin somewhere. A necklace made from rope and a magatama hanging from it, as well as two more serving as earrings.
Curiously, he wasn’t wearing a mask like the others were.
Wordlessly, he’d ignore the words of his compatriots.
“I’ll be the first.” He’d say gruffly, the other Oni falling silent as he’d step into the arena proper. The katana he’d draw from his side, was as large as he was, the handle twice as large as a normal one, with the blade itself nearly being as long as he was tall and five inches in width.
And take the first move he would.
Despite the obvious heft and weight of the blade, he’d move without any trouble, the blade arcing downwards in a simple slash - likely nothing more than a test.
The Roma Mob
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Isidore would stride into the pool, the cold water stinging his wounds as the steps carried him down waist deep into the bath. Deeper than it looked, perhaps, and cold, too. There was an odd feeling of…comfort, being in the pool though from the source one couldn’t say. Maybe it was to do with the assumed holy nature of it. Thankfully if the crimson lightning he had absorbed earlier didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Folzerrie.” She responded with a huff. “Alright, lets get this over with. Stay outta the water mutt, I’m not purifying this pool again.” Octavia gave a mildly annoyed growl but would wait obediently away from it. Seemed she was a bit put off by the water itself. The shadow elf priest would walk to the edge of the pool, in a bit of impatience it seemed.
“Alright, lets see…what was it again?” She’d walk start walking around the edge of the pool. “O’ goddess of stories, writer of fate and the trial of heroes,” Her feet would carry her around the pool, eventually ending up at the opposite end she had started on, where she’d begin walking into the pool herself. “Let not this story end, let it continue yet, mend flesh and bone, letting vigor leave the body not,” Slowly, she’d start moving her staff, letting the end of it stir the water.
The water now, was seemingly starting to move a bit on its own. Lazily circling Isidore as some unseen current would slowly carry it, taking all the blood and dirt from his body. Folzerrie would approach, slowly walking and muttering a few more what seemed to be holy prayers until she’d be standing behind Isidore. Something would start crawling up his body - the cold water slowly ascending and moving up his injured and wounded flesh, draining any fatigue and tiredness away from his body in a seemingly miraculous manner as it would travel all the way up, a thin layer of water enveloping him.
“Lay down.” She’d interrupt the prayer quickly, not giving Isidore much time to respond before the priestess would quite roughly grab him by the neck and pull him backwards into the water where he’d be briefly submerged entirely while he’d feel her hands slowly move across his body, as if guiding the water and where it should go in order to heal his body.
It certainly seemed to be working, at least. The fatigue and tiredness already left his body, and his body would be soothed and pain assuaged, a brief look at his hands would show the burns gone, and flesh replaced, the cold water renewing his body and ridding himself of wounds.
“Alright, you’re good.” The priestess would say, pulling him up out of the water. In all, the process had only taken about five minutes, all things considered. The priestess would get out of the pool fairly quickly, walking over to the podium. “Mhm, your welcome. Don’t come back. Honestly the fact you were still standing is amazing.”
…was it a trick of the somewhat low lighting in the area, or was there noticeable tiredness in the elfs visage? Her eyes seemed a bit strained, and quite like she was a going to fall asleep, and she was leaning a bit heavily on her staff moreso than she had been.
“Oh, and a bonus.” She’d say, picking up a jar of some sort. Silver in color, but earthy in feel - a clay jar, perhaps? Folzerrie would hand it to Isidore. “Water blessed by the goddess. Holy water. Helps heal minor wounds and whatever.” Supposing he took it, then there was probably nothing else for him unless he wanted to talk with the elf herself about something or another.
Supposing he accepted -
@Pyromania99
The plants would initially continue to resist. Unlike fire or electricity, the plants seemed…significantly more rigid in their nature. More physical. Harder to move, harder to cooperate, almost as if they actively were going to resist any attempts at altering the way they were growing or the way they were moving.
Hm, how did Leuca manage to do it then? Perhaps she could have asked.
Well, she would find her own solution. If they wouldn’t willingly do it - then force.
The plants, would seemingly shudder lightly at Augusta’s touch, but the more rigid resistance would soon give way to malleability. The green foliage would start to move away from Augusta, the vines curling away and starting to cling to the walls, as though they were a bit frightened of the elf before them. The flowers too, would close their petals, wilting under Augusta’s watch as they’d change their growth. One by one the tangled mess of plants would start start clinging to the wall and floor, and soon would appear less of a tangled mess as it they would start to wilt into a thorny sphere of vines, as if it was trying to protect itself from whatever else was in the room.
“...Hm, I see, congratulations. You can be a quick learner when you want to be.” Rullphana replied.
“I see everyone is working hard.”
“Ah! Sorcha!” Leuca would run over, greeting the woman as excitedly as ever. “I-I did it! Proper magic! Oh, the druids would be so impressed!”
“Ahahah, is that right? Oh, is that why you’re covered in dirt?”
“Impressed!? The entire side of that room was covered in a forest!” Raelzeth would chime in with a mild bit of impressed annoyance. “Is that even normal for a Sirithen!?”
“Heh, who knows.” Sorcha responded, picking up Leuca into a hug. “Well, we’ll need to get you cleaned up.” The warriors eyes would fall on Augusta. “Hm…done with Augusta, Rullphana?”
“Mhm, for now, yes. Feel free to drag her back to your torture routine.”
“Well then, Augusta, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR
“Hm, alright. You know the way there already?” Enli would ask. “I’ll have Bolcha and some others come to take these three somewhere.” He’d say. “If you’ll follow me back to the longhouse, I’ll have him get you want, too.”
They wouldn’t spend long getting ready. The longer they took, certainly the more the trail would grow cold. If they had realized their plans were starting to fall apart, then well, they were more likely to do something drastic. A pair of pine torches, covered in burnable resin both given to Novak. One for now, one for later if they had need of it.
All they had to do now, was make their way to the supposed location of the seal.
A trek one of them had done before, and one that when all was said and done, wouldn’t be too difficult initially. The animals they’d pass would prove fairly impeding. The gliding bird-like creatures easily dispatched, and wolves so long as they were aware of them wouldn’t prove difficult. Thankfully, they hadn’t ran into another one of those armored beasts.
The villagers were right, though - the fog had definitely started to spread. Much further, it seemed. Lighting the torch would cause it to dissipate, creating a small bubble of safety from it. Heading to where the old temple was, with presumably novak leading the way. It seemed though - the hunters were prepared for anyone coming their way.
An arrow would whizz out of the fog, barely grazing Novak.
“Damn fog! I missed!”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll make sure no one disturbs the seal!” Four hunters would emerge from the the fog, all carrying a small stone on their person. One with a bow, two with spears, and one with a rather hefty looking axe.
Misaki and Narkissa
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“Hmm…okay, I think it should be fine! We can totally handle this…probably.” Lazhira would Nod. “Okay…alright. I’m gonna distract them. I’ll sneak out and see what that box is and what’s in it. It’s probably some…nngh, I can’t tell what it is? Doesn’t seem to have much intelligence, it feels…mushy.” She’d shake her head. “Anyways! Uhm…I’ll leave sneak attacks to you two? Probably will want to take out anyone with a bow first…” She seemed like she would have liked a bit more input from Narkissa and Misaki on what they were doing, but assuming they didn’t have any revolutionary plan themselves, or something to say or would stop her, she’d give a nod and then summon a small little ball of light, and set off from their hiding place.
Curiously, once both of them would blink, they’d lose sight of her. After a few seconds they’d think they’d see her again, before promptly losing sight of her. It was like despite knowing she was there, and where she should be, their minds refused to process that she actually existed where she should - and it seemed like the hunters hadn’t noticed her yet. Perhaps they didn’t notice her at all, since they weren’t aware of her presence to start with.
Lazhira would stealthily approach the box, the contents of which were still growling, angrily thumping and attempting to break out of the box. Looking around, and pausing briefly as to how she could open it, before finding a large latch on one side.
“Okay…here goes…”
The young girl would open the crate.
Immediately a black tendril would lash out, striking her right in the chest and sending her flying.
“Gah!”
The black, slimy creature would pull itself from the box - it was another one of those black slime things that had been in the temple. It would slowly pull itself from its prison, though would quickly coalesce into a form perhaps more familiar - a large, almost somewhat spherical blob, but it didn’t seem to stop growing as it would start taking a more solid form. A large, oily tail would extend from its ‘back’, covered in dangerous looking bony spikes, while a spot at the top of it would start to almost resemble that of a humanoid, a large skull serving as its head…if any remembered, it was the same skull that had been on that smaller one that had been hiding from them. More bones and other things served as parts of armor, protecting its gelatinous insides. Numerous oily tendrils would wildly lash out, striking some of the hunters in the process and catching them off guard.
“What the-!” She had successfully gotten their attention, at least.
“...Calm yourselves!” Soyala would shout. “Our prey has come to us, it seems. No one let her get away, and we’ll put this thing back in its place.”
The creature would respond with an almost mournful shriek, lashing out again.
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@Cu Chulainn
The fans were, after his initial few tests, seemed perfectly balanced. Strong, too. Maybe not strong enough to go toe to toe with heavier weapons, but with they certainly seemed suited to deflection and less conventional ways of fighting. The oni that had been lounging around the makeshift arena would give Nomura a decidedly unfriendly glare as he’d approach, obviously not thinking to terribly much of the guy.
“Who wants to fight the princess?” One of them would grunt.
“Gahahah, I bet he doesn’t even know how to use those toothpicks.”
“How much you think before he cries?”
They were definitely both underestimating and also not thinking too highly of him at the same time…save, for perhaps one of the more rougher looking Oni.
A scarred shirtless body, sharp horns protruding from his head. Standing easily over six feet, a scar running the length from his shoulder to his midsection. More easily crossed his body, in fact it seemed rarer that there wasn’t a scarred patch of skin somewhere. A necklace made from rope and a magatama hanging from it, as well as two more serving as earrings.
Curiously, he wasn’t wearing a mask like the others were.
Wordlessly, he’d ignore the words of his compatriots.
“I’ll be the first.” He’d say gruffly, the other Oni falling silent as he’d step into the arena proper. The katana he’d draw from his side, was as large as he was, the handle twice as large as a normal one, with the blade itself nearly being as long as he was tall and five inches in width.
And take the first move he would.
Despite the obvious heft and weight of the blade, he’d move without any trouble, the blade arcing downwards in a simple slash - likely nothing more than a test.
The Roma Mob
@ERode
Isidore would stride into the pool, the cold water stinging his wounds as the steps carried him down waist deep into the bath. Deeper than it looked, perhaps, and cold, too. There was an odd feeling of…comfort, being in the pool though from the source one couldn’t say. Maybe it was to do with the assumed holy nature of it. Thankfully if the crimson lightning he had absorbed earlier didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Folzerrie.” She responded with a huff. “Alright, lets get this over with. Stay outta the water mutt, I’m not purifying this pool again.” Octavia gave a mildly annoyed growl but would wait obediently away from it. Seemed she was a bit put off by the water itself. The shadow elf priest would walk to the edge of the pool, in a bit of impatience it seemed.
“Alright, lets see…what was it again?” She’d walk start walking around the edge of the pool. “O’ goddess of stories, writer of fate and the trial of heroes,” Her feet would carry her around the pool, eventually ending up at the opposite end she had started on, where she’d begin walking into the pool herself. “Let not this story end, let it continue yet, mend flesh and bone, letting vigor leave the body not,” Slowly, she’d start moving her staff, letting the end of it stir the water.
The water now, was seemingly starting to move a bit on its own. Lazily circling Isidore as some unseen current would slowly carry it, taking all the blood and dirt from his body. Folzerrie would approach, slowly walking and muttering a few more what seemed to be holy prayers until she’d be standing behind Isidore. Something would start crawling up his body - the cold water slowly ascending and moving up his injured and wounded flesh, draining any fatigue and tiredness away from his body in a seemingly miraculous manner as it would travel all the way up, a thin layer of water enveloping him.
“Lay down.” She’d interrupt the prayer quickly, not giving Isidore much time to respond before the priestess would quite roughly grab him by the neck and pull him backwards into the water where he’d be briefly submerged entirely while he’d feel her hands slowly move across his body, as if guiding the water and where it should go in order to heal his body.
It certainly seemed to be working, at least. The fatigue and tiredness already left his body, and his body would be soothed and pain assuaged, a brief look at his hands would show the burns gone, and flesh replaced, the cold water renewing his body and ridding himself of wounds.
“Alright, you’re good.” The priestess would say, pulling him up out of the water. In all, the process had only taken about five minutes, all things considered. The priestess would get out of the pool fairly quickly, walking over to the podium. “Mhm, your welcome. Don’t come back. Honestly the fact you were still standing is amazing.”
…was it a trick of the somewhat low lighting in the area, or was there noticeable tiredness in the elfs visage? Her eyes seemed a bit strained, and quite like she was a going to fall asleep, and she was leaning a bit heavily on her staff moreso than she had been.
“Oh, and a bonus.” She’d say, picking up a jar of some sort. Silver in color, but earthy in feel - a clay jar, perhaps? Folzerrie would hand it to Isidore. “Water blessed by the goddess. Holy water. Helps heal minor wounds and whatever.” Supposing he took it, then there was probably nothing else for him unless he wanted to talk with the elf herself about something or another.
Supposing he accepted -
@Pyromania99
The plants would initially continue to resist. Unlike fire or electricity, the plants seemed…significantly more rigid in their nature. More physical. Harder to move, harder to cooperate, almost as if they actively were going to resist any attempts at altering the way they were growing or the way they were moving.
Hm, how did Leuca manage to do it then? Perhaps she could have asked.
Well, she would find her own solution. If they wouldn’t willingly do it - then force.
The plants, would seemingly shudder lightly at Augusta’s touch, but the more rigid resistance would soon give way to malleability. The green foliage would start to move away from Augusta, the vines curling away and starting to cling to the walls, as though they were a bit frightened of the elf before them. The flowers too, would close their petals, wilting under Augusta’s watch as they’d change their growth. One by one the tangled mess of plants would start start clinging to the wall and floor, and soon would appear less of a tangled mess as it they would start to wilt into a thorny sphere of vines, as if it was trying to protect itself from whatever else was in the room.
“...Hm, I see, congratulations. You can be a quick learner when you want to be.” Rullphana replied.
Leuca, for the most part seemed silent, looking towards the now balled up thorny plant with a bit of sadness, though she said nothing and soon the scene was interrupted by a familiar voice as they would enter the tower.
“I see everyone is working hard.”
“Ah! Sorcha!” Leuca would run over, greeting the woman as excitedly as ever. “I-I did it! Proper magic! Oh, the druids would be so impressed!”
“Ahahah, is that right? Oh, is that why you’re covered in dirt?”
“Impressed!? The entire side of that room was covered in a forest!” Raelzeth would chime in with a mild bit of impressed annoyance. “Is that even normal for a Sirithen!?”
“Heh, who knows.” Sorcha responded, picking up Leuca into a hug. “Well, we’ll need to get you cleaned up.” The warriors eyes would fall on Augusta. “Hm…done with Augusta, Rullphana?”
“Mhm, for now, yes. Feel free to drag her back to your torture routine.”
“Well then, Augusta, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
