Freeshooter92

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ghouls are chumps, she'll be fine.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey Onyx

Grey tried as hard as he could to throw her off, but it just wasn't happening. It didn't matter how hard he punched her, she just did not care. All his struggling really seemed to do was keep her from eating him for a few more minutes... He was beginning to feel his consciousness slipping, fading away for the smallest moment before awakening to that storm of twisted flesh and gnashing teeth. And then, he felt some sort of impact, through the beast atop him... He felt something drip onto him from above, before the weight was suddenly gone... He gasped, panting with fear and exhaustion as he saw a hand, attached to an arm, attached to... Leith.

He didn't answer, staring off into space as he took his hand... He looked down to his hands... What... what was he doing?! Leith was missing most of his face, and he didn't seem nearly as shaken up... They needed him, and he was flailing around like a child... He looked up, finding the monster thrashing about near a not-quite-walking-corpse... That was it, this ended now! He threw his shield aside, roaring in fury as he charged her, still somewhat crazed... He tackled her, reaching for what might generously be called her throat...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alrighty. How much protection are we talkin?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Well, she is.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hrm. Doesn't Alaira have an amulet that helps or something? People told me I had it a while back, but I don't think anyone ever told me what it was supposed to do...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter secures post #777.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alaira Taenn

Alaira had graciously accepted the offer, not wanting anything to do with the cave as she simply nodded and scampered off... A few bandits had actually been alive it seemed. She took care of that. She spent her time away keeping watch, and looting corpses. She didn't really find anything of note, a flask of spoiled ale, an incomplete deck of cards and... jackpot, twelve coppers! That was halfway to a free pint of mead! She pocketed the coppers, there was no way in hell Ssarak might object to that... She'd feared he might try to take her new axe though.

Her thoughts were interrupted by... Screaming and violence. Great. She looked back, somewhat bored as she noticed the near half-dozen wretches... Well, it was probably time to head back anyway. Lucky her, they weren't in that... place anymore. She ran towards the battle, looking up with some confusion as Ssarak took flight... what was going on? the fight was here... right? Understanding apparently dawned on her as she heard him speak... Ah, someone was running off? couldn't have that! "I got him!" She cried, dashing off in the direction he was facing, assisted by Aeromancy... She wasn't seeing anything, but they were fucking psychomancers, and her hearing was good enough she'd definitely hear his footfalls... Or hers... Whatever. "Come out and I'll make it quick! If you make me hunt you I'm taking my sweet time..."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey clenched his teeth as he evaded, his strike missing... How could she be so fast? How?! Everything was looking hopeless in the extreme by now, and he noticed he was breathing a little harder. He faced them as quickly as he could, noticing that the Pyromancer had rejoined the fray... He also noticed the expression on the Pyromancer's face... He had heard some of the things he said, maybe he could be reasoned with... At this point, that was his onl-

He audibly gasped as he recoiled in shock, a farming tool appeared to have burst through his chest... He whipped his head to the side, the kid having apparently woken up... He knew it, he knew he should have killed him when he had the chance! "N-no... No!" He cried, gripping his axe tighter as he noticed the other man finally get up... He'd take any excuse to avoid fighting that... thing any longer, but when he stepped forward to engage him, he heard the horrible sound of the 'elf' speaking once more...

He gasped once again, barely able to whip around in time to raise his shield... However, in his panic his stance had been all wrong, and the monster had bowled him over... He fell to the ground with a loud crash, losing his grip on his axe. He... screamed, a truly pitiful one as he tried with all of his might to hold her off with his shield... He was shrieking and heaving in terror, sharp claws finding his face and carving into his cheek, nearly cutting right through. "G-get offa me! G-GET OFF!!! he cried, desperately bashing at the creature with his free hand as he tried to scramble backwards...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Regardless, it had a better chance of working than 'fight the elf'

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Never thought I'd see you arguing tooth and nail to have your character fail.

@EliteCommander

This isn't about winning, or any of that nonsense. If something doesn't make sense, it pisses me off, whether it's in my favor or not.