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Lewascan2@Loksfjoer cool new content for Mytheria! Always nice to see the world expand and become more fleshed out.
Definately. It will help us all know how to use it in further posts. Great stuff Lok
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Definately. It will help us all know how to use it in further posts. Great stuff Lok
Barracker had never felt more happy about a victory. He remembered his first field assignment as a soldier, where he’d been part of a regiment who flushed out a goblin nest that cropped up on the outskirts of Valhiem. He had felt a surge of exhilaration because of the first kill of an evil being. But then that feeling was topped later in life as a Paladin, when he hunted his most toughest feat. A baby Hydra that was not yet fully grown to the creature of legend, but still almost killed him. And now his greatest feeling was to bring peace back to an entire region, with a band of companions who put their lives on the line for each other, trusted each other and worked as a unit. Words could not describe how he felt when he joined in with the final attack, led by Fenna’s spear, and made possible by James’ blessing.
His first instinct was to check the old lich and noticed the tears in the dead man’s eyes. He only felt sadness for all mortals involved, his anger was reserved for the demonic entity that had caused all this atrocity. “May Hades show mercy upon you,” the Paladin whispered.
The sight of the Paladin was drawn over to his comrades, not just to check up on them, but the glow of the crystal. Purple light shined bright, illuminating from the back of their left hands. He was in awe in his mind at the phenomenon he was witnessing. Ascension, directly from the source. His own crystal did not glow up as it had not reached its limit for this level. Barracker had taken many years to reach his current level of ascension, but here was a group of people from another world who seemed to ascend every five minutes!. It reminded him of his favourite boyhood story, Isaac Ferronor, the kid who was a hero at just twelve years old, right in the midst of the mythic age. “The short time of this party being here... Is this the start of a new mythic age?” He muttered under his breath.
Like everyone else, Barracker made sure to check up on everyone and congratulate them on a hard fought victory.
"Barracker, you were amazing," MacKensie said to the vampire, who returned the hardy handshake, feeling a spark of joy that she would adopt his warrior's handshake. "I cannot count the amount of times you carried the way through this mission. You have been a boon to Second Chance, and it is an honour to call you friend."
He couldn’t help but smile at his comrade, she was the one who saved him, Adam and James at the crucial moment when he had ran out of spectre oil and still had two wraiths to deal with. “Well friend, you have my most humble gratitude for it was you saved MY behind out there,” the vampire chuckled. “For someone so new to battle, you have shown your quality, my lady. We all make a great team”.
Barracker went up to the leader of Second Chance, a man who he was even more fiercely loyal to, after showing leadership qualities of the finest commanders out there. “James,” Barracker saluted with a fist to his chest. “It is still nightfall. I would suggest that we rest up here until morning. Either make camp outside on the hill top or use the kitchen and beds inside here”. He bows his head slightly. “I leave the decision to you. Until then, if I may be excused, captain?”
Moments later, Barracker was off on the other side of the temple. Familiar with the layout of temples in general, he found his way to the shrine room. He put his face mask to the side, then took off his leather chestpiece. Took out his satchel of blood vials and popped the cork of one vial. Thankfully to his mother, Anne had spiced the lambs blood with cinnamon and sugar. “Just like those cinnamon sweet rolls. I don’t know what I would do without these at my disposal,” he said before downing the vial. And then came the part he hated. The veins in his eyes became more noticeable and a deep red glazed over his sight, his heart pumping faster. Clenching his wrist to try and control himself, his veins started bulging out of his skin, the feeling was unusual. Hard to explain but a kick of adrenaline, his blood eventually releveling back to normal.
“Forgive me Hades.” In the middle of this surge of feeling, it was hard to notice anything or keep a sense of hearing of his surroundings. Suddenly the vampire turned and felt an overwhelming shame as he realised that someone had noticed him. “MacKensie.”
He turned away and hoped for her to disappear. He didn’t know how much she’d seen, but he still felt like a monster.
Hi everyone, that was great writing from everyone. I loved reading the posts. I am so glad to be here and to be part of this group.
@ZoolI will write the idea we discussed ages ago, seems like a good time to get it out in the story.
@ZoolI will write the idea we discussed ages ago, seems like a good time to get it out in the story.
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True. She's very resilient
Loving the word play haha. very appropriate and funny
After Barracker dealt with two of the wraiths attacking James and Adam, two more were still at large and ready to pounce so Barracker would have to be quick. But then the worst happened, the spectre oil was done and he couldn’t fight the last two. Adam thanked the Paladin and Barracker gave a nod of acknowledgement but felt dread at not being able to stop these last two floating around. Luckily the remaining wraiths had delayed their attack.
He looked around trying to think of what to do and was not happy to see six more wraiths had gotten summoned, zoning in on Fenna’s and Zell’s position. The Paladin had looked over, watching Zell’s spark of genius to deal elemental damage without possessing any magic or alchemy. He simply used his environment, setting his sword aflame to fight on a level playing field with the wraiths. That’s a neat trick, very effective.
Then out of nowhere, Barracker could hear James bellowing a loud prayer. Whatever was about to happen, the Paladin had a good hope when he heard his leader invoke the name of ‘The Mother of all Creation’. "I beseech thee, Mother Iris, thou who are radiant and wise, ruler of the skies and bearer of the sun, Guide us with thy luminous light's gentle sway so that in thy name victory may be attained "
His sword glowed with a new radiance, a blinding light and fiery aura gleamed over the claymore’s massive blade. Glowing Runes appeared imprinted into the Orichalcum, making the weapon look differently in the light. His mood felt brighter and the Vampire smiled to himself, fangs peeking out from between his lips. He felt pumped and thrusted his sword in the air, admiring the flames of light flickering off. Then the entire temple would hear him roar.
‘The gods favour us,” he proclaimed after MacKensie shot down the two ghostly threats near to himself and the magic users. Barracker quickly checked his surroundings around James and Adam before giving the all clear to himself and darting off towards the greater wraith.
"James Sirius has brought down the power of Mother Iris from the heavens and I, Barracker Kassel, come with The Reaper, Hades, from the depths to meet her," he exclaimed at the greater wraith, swinging his fiery claymore and taking out a nearby lesser wraith in the process. "And you shall be caught in the middle!"
With the frontline companions, now all with glowing weapons, they all chipped down the enemies. Even Sil contributed with skillful and precise talons attacks on the enemy. Adam's presence was also felt in the form of smashing trees. The phylactery was destroyed, the Lich fell and the greater wraith retreated to the ceiling and as it did, the Vampire ran up the wall and leapt up as high as he could before kicking off to strike down the greater wraith but missed.
Damn it, he thought as he missed and landed to the floor and continued to fight the lesser wraiths. He killed a wraith and joined everyone else in throwing his main weapon up at the greater wraith. It was a beautiful teamwork attack that saw spear, sword, dagger and anchor flying up in synchronization.
Sil grabbed the spear of the cultist with her talons and pecked at the fingers until they were bloody and unable to hold the weapon. She felt the concentration coming from Fenna and circled back to see what was happening. Sil didn't understand everything about humans, those detachable feathers for instance, they could take them off whenever they pleased, so weird. But she recognised Fenna's gaze, she had locked on a target, much as Sil herself did when she was in the air and spotted a rabit. The wood with the pointy end served as beak or talons, it was what would catch the prey, hovering up there. An upward dive. Sil knew how annoying it was if something came in the path of the dive. She had a bird suddenly fly in front of her once, causing her to lose the rabbit. Another day a leaf had blown in her face. The perfect dive ruined.
Sil has really come along way. You have done a mint job with her. I love to hear her thoughts.
Barracker felt that he, Zell and the rangers had been doing their part in synergy and skillfully taking care of the opposing skeletons and wraiths. Hopefully this would allow more freedom for James and Adam to cast their spells and stay out of danger. He glanced over at the main double doors of the ritual chamber and saw that Adam had not yet found time to barricade them, but there was a lot to do so hopefully he would find the time before reinforcements came.
"Guys! Seek the phylactery, it will be a bitch killing him without destroy-!" Barracker commended his leader’s reaction in blocking the blinding ray, but then realised what he was trying to say.
A phylactery, of course, he is. The necromancer was actually a lich, which was far more dangerous.
"Search the cabinets at the back of the room and destroy its phylactery!" The Cleric once more shouted across the battlefield.
“Affirmative captain,” the Paladin gave a nod and understood what he was looking for. He had seen an empty phylactery in the Main Capital City’s museum browsing the old relics from the Mythic age. Barracker spotted the cabinets he was looking for across the battlefield. “Zell, hold the line”.
He was about to be off but saw Fenna needed assistance. As the sword strike was coming down he rushed over to save his friend and met the blade of blinding light with his claymore, just in reach due to the length of his weapon. A sudden rush of pain shivered through his body, another broken whistling sound coursed through the air. Barracker felt weak to fully block the swinging strike, so he managed to angle the sword away, guiding the blow from landing on Fenna. Once the wraith missed, the Paladin shoved his sword through the wraith's stomach and drew the rest of his strength to cut the wraith, near in half. The necrotic damage lit his muscles on fire, his stomach churned feeling the need to vomit. Barracker flung his mask off, chucking up a large puddle of blood, staining the floor and his chin.
“Fenna, are you alright.” he croaked as he recovered. The vampire was then torn between wraiths popping up from behind where James and Adam where positioned and reinforcements through the main doors. “Looks like we have company,” he offered a hand to Fenna to pull her up to her feet. Then rushed to support James and Adam’s position.
Barracker fought and killed two wraiths, doing his best to ignore the pain still making its presence known from head to toe.
"Hey! Zell, Kass, come here!” James called out.
Barracker made his way over towards the Cleric and MacKensie, arriving as Zell did.
"Yes? Oh fearless leader," the swordsman spoke.
Zell’s smart mouth humour may not have been to everyone’s taste but Barracker was fond of it for obvious reasons. He addressed James, “What do you need?”
“I saw you get a nasty hit and there is no reason to not address it now, they likely know we are here so it's better to be on top of our game"
“I normally wrap myself up after the mission,” Barracker took the bag and started patching himself up with practised ease. The Paladin gave a nod of thanks.
"How many spells you got?" Zell asked. "My shoulder's fucked mate, but to be honest, I'd rather fight left handed if it means you have a spare healing spell for emergencies. Better to have one and not use it, than need one and not have it, ye know what I mean."
Under James’ supervision Zell began patching himself up and Barracker helped out with parts that were difficult to do solo. The Paladin noticed that James was struggling to stand without the help of MacKensie so he passed the medical supplies to her. “Here, hold this?” he asked, then put his leather jerkin and underarmour back on.
Barracker walked away to track down his shield that had smashed entirely through the bookcase giving way to a gaping hole made through. I need to keep an eye on James, he thought as he dislodged the shield from the wall.
As the vampire held his shield, he rotated his shoulders and gave them a stretch. “All set?” He checked with the others before placing his mask on. Everyone followed Adam through the secret entrance, sticking as a unit the party came across their final target. It was floating besides a follower with bodies littering the ground. Barrackers' gut told him he would not be trifled with. Zell was the first to interact with the man who gave an angry retort.
"Well, I feel underappreciated," Zell said drily to Barracker.
Barracker shot a mean smirk back to the swordsman as his pre-battle adrenaline started pumping again. “You know, you should meet my friend Krillen.” He was speaking a bit too casual, considering the circumstances, but Zell’s cool lack of seriousness was rubbing off on him. He looked back at the enemy but continued to speak to the swordsman. “I have a feeling that you two would get along great.”
The wraiths and skeletons that had been summoned advanced on Second Chance. The Paladin got into a duel with the closest wraith, man vs spectre, ghost blade vs claymore. The sound of the clashing weapons was strange, not quite like metal on metal but strangely warped somehow, as if a broken whistle was struggling to blow, over and over. The vampire eventually got the better of his adversary, resulting in the burning and screeching of the wraith. Then he flanked the wraith that was troubling Zell, with Barracker’s movement staying behind, and then ended the threat with a swift, powerful vertical slice. A couple of skeletons zoned in on the Paladin’s position. His shield arm was quick to move to defend against their attacks, and then he rotated himself to meet them.
@Jay009 I was thinking of having Adam block the way also, funny how great minds think alike
Hi Adam, yeah i thought i would reference your old post when Adam said he would do that, it was a good idea.
“Is everyone alright?” Adam called out to everyone.
Barracker appreciated the check in. He gave a salute and bowed his head to the Druid.
"That was quite the surprise, was it not? We thought that we were the ambushers but turned out to be the ambushed. This enemy is clever indeed." Barracker listened to her as he stepped to the nearest body, knelt down and tore part of the robe, to make use of the cloth for later purposes.
As the Paladin rose to his feet, MacKensie shot a look at his chest. "You are hurt. How bad is it?"
Barracker looked at his chest, blood was seeping through the leather. It felt warm to his touch, it did sting a little but the wound would have to wait until after the mission had been done. “Thank you for the concern, I will be alright. I will tend to it after the mission is done.”
As Barracker finished talking to MacKensie, the Druid came over. “Barracker, thank you for that barrier spell. It probably saved my life.”
Barracker felt good he could be of help. “I am glad I could be of use and offer some aid, the battle had very heated moments”. After, he had finished Barracker clasped arms in a warriors embrace with Adam and thanked him in return. The vampire told him how well him and the party did and it was a pleasure to fight alongside the young man.
Barracker thought to himself as he looked around towards the members of Second Chance. this is quite remarkable how each member is advancing with their source crystal abilities, he thought. He had the crystal for years and here they were less than a month in and already close to his level. Each of them will be beyond my capabilities soon enough.
Barracker saw that MacKensie was checking up on James and his wounds. Barracker turned to Adam, “If this secret passage does actually lead to the ritual chamber, get ready with those acorns to bar the doors. It will hopefully prevent enemy reinforcements from arriving”.
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