Konan375

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hey @Rtron, How big are the trees that are attempting to bludgeon Leith and co. to death?

Torn Across the Rift

XIII stayed silent throughout the entire ordeal with the old man, but he nearly jerked his hand away from Twain when he started going cold. It was cold to the point that he was having trouble keeping the warmth at the same level. The heat in the room started fluctuating. When Twain came back from wherever he went and let go, XIII pulled his arm away and started rubbing his wrist. If anyone was looking closely, they would see what looked like a minor hand shaped burn on his wrist before his other hand covered it.

When the ball of light came into the room and demanded to be let out or it'd find a way to break out, XIII watched the scene with amusement. It looked like the situation with the old man had been dealt with, so XIII left the room without saying a word and went on a search for the angry ball of light. After enough searching, he found it.

"You're going to need some serious firepower if you want to punch through this place," XIII said as he leaned against the nearest wall and folded his arms. "I understand the feeling of being cramped, I do, but at this moment, this is the best place for you to be." XIII rubbed the tattoo of his namesake on the back of his left hand before continuing. "If you leave this place, you're fair game to whatever group of people find you next, and you will be found eventually." He held his hand out palm up and a small flame appeared over his palm. "Some other group found me and..." He trailed off and watched the flame in his hand before extinguishing it. "Well, let's just say it wasn't pleasant. So how are you planning on breaking out?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt

Leith coughed into his hand, grimacing at the taste of blood. There was a circle of browned and dead grass around him, Summer, and E'nasha. The amount of magic he used in such a short time was starting to slowly take a toll on him. He needed to deal with the Herbamancer quickly if he wanted to make it out of this place alive. As the mage talked to him, Leith reached into his herb kit and grabbed the Acadanite and popped it into his mouth. He couldn't get to the man, so he needed something to do that. There was water, but that would have no effect on the man. He needed to incapacitate the him. There was the sedative in his herb kit, but Leith wasn't sure how quickly that would work, or if it would even knock the man out. The only thing he knew of that was fast acting was...

Venom.

Leith had to stop himself from looking at the dead Naga not that far from him. The Herbamacer rose his hands up and the trees around them started shaking. Soon after, three trees uprooted themselves and started making their way towards Leith. After that happened, the ring warned him about the brother coming over. Leith looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, the knight was making a bee-line towards him, but then he was battered down by spheres of water and then Ssarak. Leith frowned at the sight of Ssarak, but it was a welcome sight.

Leith looked back at the Herbamancer and noticed that he hadn't moved from his stance. Maybe he could distract the man and get an opening for the venom. He looked at the man and spoke up. "Are you willing to give our deaths to the forest at the cost of your brother?" He looked back in the direction that the knight had been, but he was out of sight. "Two mages against one man. One of them is a Psycomancer as well. The outcome doesn't look good" As he talked, Leith slowly drew the venom from the Naga's head wound and moved it as quickly and as subtly as he could towards the Herbamancer.

Leith was aiming to bring the venom up to the man's neck and forcibly make the venom absorb through his skin, but if sign that the man was going to help his brother or if he noticed the stream of venom, Leith would speed up and attempt to send it to the man's leg.

Torn Across the Rift

XIII raised his eyebrows when Twain informed them that there were people here that weren't from Earth. He felt somewhat safer than he was moments ago, but he was still cautious. He took a drink from his coffee and looked around the room. XIII noticed that the old man looked like he was having a panic attack. Soon after, he left, puked in the hallway, and passed out. Twain and a few others left to go help the man, XIII included. When the man was placed on a bed, XIII watched as Twain laid his hand over the man's face, and leaned in when Twain frowned and stopped talking.

When XIII saw the frost forming on the old man, he frowned. He stepped forward and laid the back of his hand on the man's forehead, and pulled it back quickly when he felt how cold he was. XIII grabbed a nearby chair and sat down right by the bed. He leaned forward held his hands out as if he was trying to heat himself up by a fire. Slowly, the air around the Twain and old man started to heat up. Rising gently until it was nearly uncomfortably warm, but not warm enough to cause harm.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt

Leith was correct. Almost as soon as he mentioned the Herbamancer, the man started his attack. The grass around him and E'nasha started growing and moved to entangle them. The first thing that needed to be done was stop the grass. The girl threw a few seeds in the direction of the man and they started growing mid flight. Leith shook his head when E'nasha offered him her hand. ”That's not going to hold him off for long enough. He can turn into a swarm of bugs and reform quite quickly. Not to mention my leg is broken. I wouldn't be able to get too far." Leith frowned as he racked his brain for ideas. Conventional attacks were out of the equation since the man could turn into a swarm of bugs, but they couldn't deal with him until they dealt with the grass.

If he had a way of making a lot of fire quickly, he could scorch the earth around them and stall for some time. But the only scorched earth he could make was... That could work. Leith started small. He raised his hand over a small patch of grass and made a pulling motion. Beads of water started escaping the grass. The color started draining from the blades of grass and after a few moments, the grass was a dull brown. He brushed the patch of grass and they were brittle to the touch.

Leith took a few breaths to prepare himself for what he was going to do. He turned his hands palm up and moved them as if he was lifting something. Beads of water rose from the ground and grass and coalesced into a ball roughly the size of his head. He made a shoving motion and the ball of water went flying into the distance, breaking apart as it lost its cohesion. Leith repeated the process over and over agin, slowly draining the water from both the grass and the ground around and beneath him and E'nasha

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Darius Jura Catacombs

Darius nodded when the Naga moved his hands out of the way for him to deal with the wood elf's wound, or wounds as he quickly discovered by the shifting he felt when he grabbed her shoulder. He used the cloth to wipe away the blood and gauge how much the girl was bleeding. It wasn't bleeding fast, but it was a steady flow. He covered the wound with one hand and reached into the kit at her side and grabbed a bottle and three more bandages. He hung the bandages over his shoulder and inspected the bottle. The bottle was unmarked so Darius opened it and gave it a smell. He recoiled at the strong smell of the disinfectant, but that was what he was looking for.

He removed the bloodied cloth from the elf's shoulder and dropped it on the ground. He then grabbed one of the clean bandages from his shoulder and doused it in the contents of the bottle. He then grabbed the herbs that helped with clotting and covered one side of the doused bandage with them. The bandage was then pressed to the wound and the elf started complaining. Darius stayed silent as he grabbed the second bandage and wrapped it around the first bandage tightly. He then grabbed the third bandage and made a sling from it which he put around the girl's neck and set her arm in it.

With that done Darius, grabbed another bandage from the kit to wipe the blood off his hands and looked towards the Headmaster who had arrived while he was treating the elf's wounds. The Esyire asked who was worse off when it came to wounds "He is," Darius spoke up and nodded towards the unconscious man. "He was fighting the Ridge Hounds with no sense of caution. The elf's injury was large but she will not die during the walk to the medical wing."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

<Snipped quote by Konan375>

Konan! Hey, it's good to see a familiar face. How have you been?

@Leon5431

Ah, pretty decent. How goes it for you?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I don't post on here enough. I'ma change that.

@Leon5431 Welcome back!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Darius Jura Catacombs

By the time Darius caught his breath, the Ridge Hounds had been dealt with, and a new threat had appeared. The demon teacher appeared, changed the landscape of the catacombs, and ordered everyone to go back to the college while he dealt with the Naga, but pretty much everyone stood against him and would not leave. If it came down to a fight, Darius would probably have sided with the other students mainly because he didn't want to look like he had been sided with Tyrael if the situation went sideways and the teacher's act was against the college.

There was no fight, however, as Tyrael stood down, and decided to listen to the students. The Naga were to stay in the catacombs while everything got figured out. Ssarak and Grey chose to stay with the Naga. Which left Darius, the unconscious man, the snow elf, the pale girl, and the wood elf. The wood elf was wounded and most likely needed to be helped to the surface. Almost as if on cue, the wood elf collapsed from what appeared to be blood loss. One of the Naga caught the girl and started using the medical kit the girl had on her. There was a moment of hesitation when the Naga looked at the kit that made Darius approach them.

"Move your hands and ensure that she does not move." He said to the Naga curtly, ready to take over and thoroughly clean and dress the wounded elf's shoulder. If there was one thing that Darius learned from being a soldier, it was how to deal with large wounds.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder Lyn's Hunt

Leith's stomach churned at the sound the Naga's head made when his sword punched through it. It was not a pleasant sound in the least, but it succeeded in killing the Naga. As he shrunk his sword back to the trinket, he heard two more thumps. Then an arrow went whizzing by his face. He hardly noticed the arrow nearly hit him. He was in a stupor. A lot had happened and he was trying to process it all. After a few moments, he felt the tail of the Naga being loosened. He was then helped to the ground. The person talked to him, but Leith didn't hear what they said. He sat there as the person left.

Leith sat there unmoving until he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw another student making her way towards Summer. He stared at Summer for a few moments before it clicked. Leith gasped loudly as his thoughts came back to him. He looked around and noticed that he was sitting on the ground. It smelled of blood and waste and again his stomach churned and threatened to show him his last meal. He moved to try and get away from the dead Naga, but a flare of pain in his leg made him stop. Leith tore his tattered left pant leg off and examined his leg. There was nothing sticking out of his leg but it was definitely broken. The bruising let him know that.

He looked back at Summer and saw the other student checking if the girl was alive, and the small sigh of relief and the lack of horror, told Leith that Summer was still alive. As the other student made her way towards him, Leith smiled weakly. ”Hey. Could you help me-" A chill went up Leith's spine as he remembered that the Herbamancer had only retreated a short distance when the Naga attacked. Leith looked towards the man who had fallen back and watched the fight with Naga. Leith frowned. Is there anything that can be done that could give me an advantage against the Herbamancer? Leith asked the ring mentally before looking at the girl that he was talking to. ”Keep an eye on the man over there. It would be safe to assume that he is a highly skilled Herbamancer."

Torn Across the Rift

XIII had stayed quiet for the most part. He just observed and took note of the surroundings. When the sound of a door opening came from the meeting room, he made his way to the room. He took a seat and grabbed one of the cups that Zesiro had brought with him. It smelled like a strong black coffee, but he wouldn't take a sip until he watched the others drink without issue. He didn't trust the place or the yet.

XIII folded his hands under his chin and watched Zesiro. It was strange that at the current moment, this man was the only one here in a room with possibly dangerous people. There was technically nothing stopping them from overpowering Zesiro and bartering for freedom. But that didn't mean that he could be overpowered, and if he took consideration of what John said and that they were actually underwater, they'd be stuck.

The sound of the door opening drew XIII's gaze away from Zesiro. Out from the doors came Twain, a woman covered in bandages and burn marks, most likely the one Twain helped in the castle, and a woman he hadn't seen before. She grabbed a cup of coffee from Twain and downed the entire thing, and gave what looked like a forced grin to everyone. Twian spoke up and suggested that they get start getting comfortable before asking where the old guy was just before he walked into the meeting room.

XIII continued to stay quiet as he now watched Twain.