@omni5876 What do you mean with Hydra minded? (or are you meaning hive minded? Sorry to ask, but I had an exhausting day today so my brain needs some time to recover...)
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Tyrhallan noticed the swing coming in, ducking under it and sidestepping off to the rightside. The blow that she intended for him with her rightarm was launched but became aimless. He managed to avoid it by using his own left arm. Bringing it in between her and him and making it act as a lever to push the offensive move to the side, it was only thanks to Tyrhallan's incredible speed that he managed to pull that one off and perhaps also because of the suckerpunches he had ordered his teachers to hit him with.
He wasn't a romantic fool, whilst he might be an honourable knight, the world was made up of all kinds. He would certainly encounter all manner of spineless gorms. Those with a measure of sense and honour would be rare finds indeed, however it should not sway one from doing one's duty.
She was the enemy, plain and simple. If the forces she had joined not crossed their border, they wouldn't be fighting.
He had avoided her grapple and spoke in almost a whisper making sure she heard him and he would have her attention again.
"Run."
He swung his right arm back and brought it down hilt and pommel first as his left hand made a grab for her armour, intending to pull her in for a blow to the head.
He needed her out of commission and fast, she was a timewaster. As much protection as her helmet normally gave her, the blow might be enough to make her unstable.
He hoped it would be enough to discourage her in continuing to fight him, though he didn't believe it would, it was worth a try.
He wasn't a romantic fool, whilst he might be an honourable knight, the world was made up of all kinds. He would certainly encounter all manner of spineless gorms. Those with a measure of sense and honour would be rare finds indeed, however it should not sway one from doing one's duty.
She was the enemy, plain and simple. If the forces she had joined not crossed their border, they wouldn't be fighting.
He had avoided her grapple and spoke in almost a whisper making sure she heard him and he would have her attention again.
"Run."
He swung his right arm back and brought it down hilt and pommel first as his left hand made a grab for her armour, intending to pull her in for a blow to the head.
He needed her out of commission and fast, she was a timewaster. As much protection as her helmet normally gave her, the blow might be enough to make her unstable.
He hoped it would be enough to discourage her in continuing to fight him, though he didn't believe it would, it was worth a try.
[@Omni7658]Reminds me of the anime movie Jin-roh. A brilliant but twisted take on the Red Riding Hood tale, like a true germanic/nordic folkstory going: "Going down the path of pins or the paths of needles..." Loved that line.
You could say you have more affinity for a particular type of magic, it might be determined by one's own inward desires and will.
Like with Arn it is all Elemental; which could be considered as wild forces, his need 'to gain control over certain aspects in his life' like the situation with his mother might have lead to him needing to unleash his own anger and need for control through magic. Or at least that's the impression I get from him. It could also be, why he isn't particularly emotive or tends to hide his emotions.
Whilst with Eilis it is quite the opposite, in her early years she wanted to help, to literally lend a hand. Hers were a creation of good intentions or humble intentions, however when they wanted her to 'harm people' with it she withdrew, seeing the negative side to her own powers. So whenever she uses her magic now especially with the binds she does so reluctantly and with a great deal of fear driving her.
Which is why when 'shit will hit the fan' it will be all the harder for her to stop, for fear is a powerful motivator.
You could say you have more affinity for a particular type of magic, it might be determined by one's own inward desires and will.
Like with Arn it is all Elemental; which could be considered as wild forces, his need 'to gain control over certain aspects in his life' like the situation with his mother might have lead to him needing to unleash his own anger and need for control through magic. Or at least that's the impression I get from him. It could also be, why he isn't particularly emotive or tends to hide his emotions.
Whilst with Eilis it is quite the opposite, in her early years she wanted to help, to literally lend a hand. Hers were a creation of good intentions or humble intentions, however when they wanted her to 'harm people' with it she withdrew, seeing the negative side to her own powers. So whenever she uses her magic now especially with the binds she does so reluctantly and with a great deal of fear driving her.
Which is why when 'shit will hit the fan' it will be all the harder for her to stop, for fear is a powerful motivator.
@Omni5876@TheMerlin I assume so, though wouldn't that also depend on one's own use of magic or ki? Or one's progress throughout the story?
Thinking in more realistic terms, athletes would push themselves to get better, soldiers as well. I don't see how mages or knights would be any different in this regard.
Thinking in more realistic terms, athletes would push themselves to get better, soldiers as well. I don't see how mages or knights would be any different in this regard.
Well the way I thought up Eilis is basically that she is a conductor, like metal for example, normally when she was unbound (the tattoo's) she wouldn't have problems calling forth and releasing magic. As much as metal can conduct heat. However too much heat and you know what happens.
The problem is that she is bound. They set a magical binding on her, which was put into her skin, very much like a tattoo, so that it would react instantly when she used magic.
Since it blocks the release, her magic can't really get out of her body. It strains and damages her body.
She can't use her full powers/range and if she does use any form of magic she will feel terrible pain, naturally gradually to the amount she uses.
Currently Eilis experiences the pain of lashings, it comes and goes with the strength of magic she put into her efforts and since she does not want to die...you get my point.
But I don't think mages would be too quickly exhausted, especially not trained ones.
Also right back at ya @TheMerlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tzE98pQH08
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCnGD6xv5ik
The problem is that she is bound. They set a magical binding on her, which was put into her skin, very much like a tattoo, so that it would react instantly when she used magic.
Since it blocks the release, her magic can't really get out of her body. It strains and damages her body.
She can't use her full powers/range and if she does use any form of magic she will feel terrible pain, naturally gradually to the amount she uses.
Currently Eilis experiences the pain of lashings, it comes and goes with the strength of magic she put into her efforts and since she does not want to die...you get my point.
But I don't think mages would be too quickly exhausted, especially not trained ones.
Also right back at ya @TheMerlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tzE98pQH08
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCnGD6xv5ik
Tyrhallan merely raised himself up from his position, resting, but remaining sharp as he watched his opponent carefully, watching with some general surprise as a woman revealed herself to be the wielder of the battle-axe that had attempted to cleft him in twain.
He offered her a small nod in respect as he listened to her words.
“Why would my name be of any significance to you?” He let a silence fall, as he observed her reaction and how she moved. Looking for anything to give him an opening. He had no time for courtesies, regardless, honour would dictate that he should answer her.
“But if you must know, I am Tyrhallan Venray. Captain of the Vanguard.” He offered her a bow, though it was lacklustre, not taking his eyes off of his new obstacle.
“I dare because of Vaim’s own impudence. What else would you expect when a pack of wolves shows up ready to invade your lands? And hiding behind refugees to boot.” He rebuked showing his cold contempt as he continued.
“Such is the coward’s way.”
His eyes were steel as he readied himself. His feet now turned and twisted, his ankles handling the strain, like a coiled spring.
“And I do not have time to play with you.” He said as he rushed her. If he was quick enough he would be able to cut her off.
His free hand moving in order to stop her from drawing the sword at her side.
"Come on!"
Eilis looked up as she saw a large bird and the voice that had shouted those two simple words to her.
She wasn’t quite sure if what she saw was real, but if someone took pity on them, then bless them. However she wouldn’t be able to just step off and let those people die. She’d never forgive herself if she did and so she shook her head trying to make herself clear to the woman.
“I CAN’T!” She cried out through gritted teeth. Her head nodding towards the opening that lead down into the ship’s hold.
“More…people…on board.” Her own magic bindings flared up violently it almost appeared as if she was given a high level shock as she buckled through one knee screaming painfully.
“Get…them…OUT!” She said as the skin on her arms started to show cracks.
He offered her a small nod in respect as he listened to her words.
“Why would my name be of any significance to you?” He let a silence fall, as he observed her reaction and how she moved. Looking for anything to give him an opening. He had no time for courtesies, regardless, honour would dictate that he should answer her.
“But if you must know, I am Tyrhallan Venray. Captain of the Vanguard.” He offered her a bow, though it was lacklustre, not taking his eyes off of his new obstacle.
“I dare because of Vaim’s own impudence. What else would you expect when a pack of wolves shows up ready to invade your lands? And hiding behind refugees to boot.” He rebuked showing his cold contempt as he continued.
“Such is the coward’s way.”
His eyes were steel as he readied himself. His feet now turned and twisted, his ankles handling the strain, like a coiled spring.
“And I do not have time to play with you.” He said as he rushed her. If he was quick enough he would be able to cut her off.
His free hand moving in order to stop her from drawing the sword at her side.
"Come on!"
Eilis looked up as she saw a large bird and the voice that had shouted those two simple words to her.
She wasn’t quite sure if what she saw was real, but if someone took pity on them, then bless them. However she wouldn’t be able to just step off and let those people die. She’d never forgive herself if she did and so she shook her head trying to make herself clear to the woman.
“I CAN’T!” She cried out through gritted teeth. Her head nodding towards the opening that lead down into the ship’s hold.
“More…people…on board.” Her own magic bindings flared up violently it almost appeared as if she was given a high level shock as she buckled through one knee screaming painfully.
“Get…them…OUT!” She said as the skin on her arms started to show cracks.
The moment had come, he nodded towards Leo and Arn and made a last gesture to them.
He touched his heart and his forehead before reaching the hand out to them.
A simple gesture, that some had said had once been part of an old religion. It mattered not.
With a nod to them he turned around as the side door was opened by the co-pilot.
“Good luck sir.” Was all he dared to mutter as he watched on, half operating on automatic pilot, how Tyrhallan simply moved towards the door. He grasped the sides before gazing down, assessing the winds for a second, before he leaped out.
The roar of winds and the crackling of lightning was what filled the sky.
As he tilted his rapidly falling body, he activated his armour, its stabilizers working hard to steady him in the air. From this height had a good overview of the battlefield. Before a movement caught his eye.
He thought he had caught a glimpse of a large bird fly in, but in his ever rapid descent he had moved into a thick gathering of storm-clouds, blocking further inspection.
He tried to peer down and locate his target and soon enough the thick wisps of clouds evaporated, revealing his prey. The lightning crackled dangerously around him, but Tyrhallan had little fear, he knew what the risks were and always had comforted himself with the thought that such a thing would have little chance of happening.
As he watched Sarban and his men darted in on their flying beasts, he also had caught a glimpse of the barrage of hailstones, making him a little more wary.
So there was a mage on the scene as well…
He steadied his final seconds of the fall, increasing the power to boosters on his gear allowing himself to land without shattering his ankles and feet in the process.
He had landed on the top of one of the higher towers, hearing the crossfire and with a quick glance over the railing to the main deck below, he saw the Vaimese soldiers and mages busying themselves with the distractions shouting orders to one another.
Wasting no time he dashed towards the nearest doors. Throwing himself to the wall listening to any sounds.
Unsheathing his sword before bursting in, he speared those that came down the hall, catching them by surprise.
Soldier, Worker and Mage alike were fed to his blade. There was no remorse in Tyrhallan’s eyes now, nor any stopping him. No mercy nor quarter was given as he made his way through the narrow halls. Sprinting whilst trying to keep a level of stealth and surprise.
The deeper into this pit of vipers he went, the more he came across and crawled unto his path. He couldn’t afford to be located yet and so the more quick he had to finish them off. The poor bastards would barely be offered a thought, before his blade decided their fates.
Dread, Panic and utter Fear was what flashed in their eyes as far Tyrhallan could tell as he took their lives from them.
When he had finally reached the wheelhouse, he took a moment to catch his breath. Leaning against the wall he felt the ship shudder as no doubt they had started firing upon their own.
He was panting heavily now, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire as the blood of his enemy clung to him. No longer was he the fair knight, in fact looking upon him now would chill people to the core. He looked demonic, bathed in blood, he had gotten a few scratches maybe, but nothing too serious.
He had had a few lucky moments too, evading the shot of one of the pulse guns, but just barely, the poor boy couldn’t say the same. He had watched the body drop to the floor whilst the haunted expression gasping for breath and possibly mercy died smothered by his own blood. Tyrhallan shook his head, forcing the image away.
As he found his breath he gazed through the porthole in the door, hearing the commotion downstairs he knew it wouldn’t take them too long before they would stumble upon his handiwork.
He needed to do this quickly….
Eilis had wanted to scream, but wasn’t given any time, kinetic beams and crossfires unleashed their barrage causing chaos and a literal hell in the sky.
As their barge was hit as well she watched in horror as one of the more powerful beams slice right through the main cabin, causing it to explode.
Only just seconds ago that had been where the Smuggler and his crew steered the ship from.
Eilis let out an involuntary squeak, trying to remain calm, but watched in horror as the barge now started to drift even closer towards the frigates. Without a way to steer it, they were as good as dead.
Wasting not a second more she shouted down the hatch at the other refugees.
“Out on deck, help me!” She pleaded. Fearful pairs of eyes stared up at her, shaking their heads as some started to cry in desperation.
“We’re all going to die if we don’t do something…” She watched them huddle together even closer as the shadow of the frigate now was deepening.
“Fuck this.” Eilis groaned angrily before she turned around and closed her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid…you CAN do this…. You’ve done it before. You’re not gonna die.” She told herself as she spread her fingers as she held them outward in front of her.
In a pained innervoice she commanded her mind over and over and over again, like a mantra.
“Halt.”
Her bindings immediately came into action, the lines on her skin lit up, cracking and tightening, causing Eilis to bite back the scream.
Her magic worked, it stopped their vessel from being sucked in further, but she would not be able to keep this up…Trying to control the ship she slowly turned it away, but she felt and tasted the metallic bitterness of blood.
Her legs and arms were shaking and she wasn’t even sure she would survive this, but she had come too far to just give up now, not with the border in sight.
He touched his heart and his forehead before reaching the hand out to them.
A simple gesture, that some had said had once been part of an old religion. It mattered not.
With a nod to them he turned around as the side door was opened by the co-pilot.
“Good luck sir.” Was all he dared to mutter as he watched on, half operating on automatic pilot, how Tyrhallan simply moved towards the door. He grasped the sides before gazing down, assessing the winds for a second, before he leaped out.
The roar of winds and the crackling of lightning was what filled the sky.
As he tilted his rapidly falling body, he activated his armour, its stabilizers working hard to steady him in the air. From this height had a good overview of the battlefield. Before a movement caught his eye.
He thought he had caught a glimpse of a large bird fly in, but in his ever rapid descent he had moved into a thick gathering of storm-clouds, blocking further inspection.
He tried to peer down and locate his target and soon enough the thick wisps of clouds evaporated, revealing his prey. The lightning crackled dangerously around him, but Tyrhallan had little fear, he knew what the risks were and always had comforted himself with the thought that such a thing would have little chance of happening.
As he watched Sarban and his men darted in on their flying beasts, he also had caught a glimpse of the barrage of hailstones, making him a little more wary.
So there was a mage on the scene as well…
He steadied his final seconds of the fall, increasing the power to boosters on his gear allowing himself to land without shattering his ankles and feet in the process.
He had landed on the top of one of the higher towers, hearing the crossfire and with a quick glance over the railing to the main deck below, he saw the Vaimese soldiers and mages busying themselves with the distractions shouting orders to one another.
Wasting no time he dashed towards the nearest doors. Throwing himself to the wall listening to any sounds.
Unsheathing his sword before bursting in, he speared those that came down the hall, catching them by surprise.
Soldier, Worker and Mage alike were fed to his blade. There was no remorse in Tyrhallan’s eyes now, nor any stopping him. No mercy nor quarter was given as he made his way through the narrow halls. Sprinting whilst trying to keep a level of stealth and surprise.
The deeper into this pit of vipers he went, the more he came across and crawled unto his path. He couldn’t afford to be located yet and so the more quick he had to finish them off. The poor bastards would barely be offered a thought, before his blade decided their fates.
Dread, Panic and utter Fear was what flashed in their eyes as far Tyrhallan could tell as he took their lives from them.
When he had finally reached the wheelhouse, he took a moment to catch his breath. Leaning against the wall he felt the ship shudder as no doubt they had started firing upon their own.
He was panting heavily now, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire as the blood of his enemy clung to him. No longer was he the fair knight, in fact looking upon him now would chill people to the core. He looked demonic, bathed in blood, he had gotten a few scratches maybe, but nothing too serious.
He had had a few lucky moments too, evading the shot of one of the pulse guns, but just barely, the poor boy couldn’t say the same. He had watched the body drop to the floor whilst the haunted expression gasping for breath and possibly mercy died smothered by his own blood. Tyrhallan shook his head, forcing the image away.
As he found his breath he gazed through the porthole in the door, hearing the commotion downstairs he knew it wouldn’t take them too long before they would stumble upon his handiwork.
He needed to do this quickly….
Eilis had wanted to scream, but wasn’t given any time, kinetic beams and crossfires unleashed their barrage causing chaos and a literal hell in the sky.
As their barge was hit as well she watched in horror as one of the more powerful beams slice right through the main cabin, causing it to explode.
Only just seconds ago that had been where the Smuggler and his crew steered the ship from.
Eilis let out an involuntary squeak, trying to remain calm, but watched in horror as the barge now started to drift even closer towards the frigates. Without a way to steer it, they were as good as dead.
Wasting not a second more she shouted down the hatch at the other refugees.
“Out on deck, help me!” She pleaded. Fearful pairs of eyes stared up at her, shaking their heads as some started to cry in desperation.
“We’re all going to die if we don’t do something…” She watched them huddle together even closer as the shadow of the frigate now was deepening.
“Fuck this.” Eilis groaned angrily before she turned around and closed her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid…you CAN do this…. You’ve done it before. You’re not gonna die.” She told herself as she spread her fingers as she held them outward in front of her.
In a pained innervoice she commanded her mind over and over and over again, like a mantra.
“Halt.”
Her bindings immediately came into action, the lines on her skin lit up, cracking and tightening, causing Eilis to bite back the scream.
Her magic worked, it stopped their vessel from being sucked in further, but she would not be able to keep this up…Trying to control the ship she slowly turned it away, but she felt and tasted the metallic bitterness of blood.
Her legs and arms were shaking and she wasn’t even sure she would survive this, but she had come too far to just give up now, not with the border in sight.
Well it depends really on whether you want it to have some bigger part in the story.
I mean we can glance over it, but you could also incorporate it. Infact it could be one of the reasons the Empire has been on the warpath again.
You can go the magical way, connecting it to both Ith and the Aether.
You can go Crystals> but crystals being rocks meaning land would mean you get to incorporate your floating island idea.
You can turn it into something darker all together claiming perservions in the 'fuel' for the engine. (Its people/souls)
You can even make it huge magical beasts that they have to keep hidden, thus building the ships around them.
You can also just go they're magnets and interact with the weird magnetism & gravitation of the islands themselves, keeping it Star Trek like...as in it functions just don't expect to understand flowregulators and warp core mechanics.
There could also just be someone who pilots it, like a mage there in the Empire or on board strapped to a chair with headgear on that just mindcontrols it.
I mean we can glance over it, but you could also incorporate it. Infact it could be one of the reasons the Empire has been on the warpath again.
You can go the magical way, connecting it to both Ith and the Aether.
You can go Crystals> but crystals being rocks meaning land would mean you get to incorporate your floating island idea.
You can turn it into something darker all together claiming perservions in the 'fuel' for the engine. (Its people/souls)
You can even make it huge magical beasts that they have to keep hidden, thus building the ships around them.
You can also just go they're magnets and interact with the weird magnetism & gravitation of the islands themselves, keeping it Star Trek like...as in it functions just don't expect to understand flowregulators and warp core mechanics.
There could also just be someone who pilots it, like a mage there in the Empire or on board strapped to a chair with headgear on that just mindcontrols it.
So just to be clear on this...do they have an engine?
Or is their power of flight the capability from either large magnets that interact with the world's core?
Or is it magical?
Clearly we didn't want to make too powerful characters and take out the fun of the game. War is a dangerous business after all.
So we'll have to have them grow in their powers.
Or is their power of flight the capability from either large magnets that interact with the world's core?
Or is it magical?
Clearly we didn't want to make too powerful characters and take out the fun of the game. War is a dangerous business after all.
So we'll have to have them grow in their powers.
@Omni5876 Exactly, I like to know too, I have this picture in my head that they're more like a cross of Battleships and Submarines
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