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The Prince of Ash returns
The border of the Ironheart range and what was Amestris was always a common area for something to happen, for foul creatures strode from those mountains and those who would wish to prey upon the weak would no doubt raid and pillage. Since the collapse of Xerxes, the fragmented city-states, no longer supported one another which led to chaos and for an opening for the might of Lifsapril’s armies and other external and internal threats. Not only that, but there was much debate for who was to resume the crown of Amartia, as he has left no valid heir for the crown. While some knew of Keriss, she had simply been viewed as a demon that slaughtered for the will of the god-king and had been killed after the battle of Xerxes.
Yet, that is not the focal point of this story, nobody likes reading about civil wars and the like, not even me and I used to be someone who delighted in the needless slaughter of the people simply because it cause pain. Good thing I am reformed now, wouldn’t want to derail a good story with needless exposition and yada, yada, yada.
What was that? I already have derailed the story? Whoops, ugh…
”I’m telling you the plural for a group of djinni is djinnis,” a child’s voice sounded through the rocky surface of one of the many mountains in the Ironheart Range.
“That is incredibly stupid,” another voice said, more annoyed of the two and far more bird-looking than the other. Kri’Tal, for five years, has been dealing with this child and her strange ways of formatting her sentences. He went on to explain, “Do you call a group of deer deers? I’, telling you that it’s djinni and that’s final young lady.”
The two have been travelling south for some time now, navigating through the mountains and going through many miscellaneous adventures that provided no real character growth between the two. However, something that they have established with one another, is that Orphan is the stronger of the two, after an incident in which she casually broke his arm in a game of ‘Who Upset Keriss More With Some Reckless Action?’ Needless to say, Orphan won that one hands down. With no contest of the hain warrior as he had a broken arm at the time and was screaming in pain, though currently it is debated if that would have made Keriss laugh more than it would have upset her.
”Well guess what. Whoooom,” Orphan said, egging on the hain who turned to face her and made a strangling motion, only to be subdued when the girl’s cloak made several ashen spears behind her.
“You are lucky Keriss gave you that cloak, child.”
”Why?
“Because I would have strangled you the first chance I got.”
Why?
“Because you are annoying.”
”Why?”
“Because of what you are doing right now.”
The two laughed for a bit after the exchange, but soon they came across a clearing. The clearing had old, blackened soot on the ground skeletons of the deceased and weaponry. There had been a battle here, though not all of the buildings had gone down by the torch.
“I wonder what happened here, looks old as the mountains from what I can see,” Kri wondered out loud, putting up a silencing finger before Orphan had the chance to make a snarky comment. The two wondered for a bit before coming across more skeletons, however, they came across an arm. Not an arm that had been dismembered from a man, but from a something the size of a babe. It was out of place and surrounded by a scorched earth, and not from it was the skeleton of a woman, the singed clothes the only sign of gender.
Orphan stood over the arm for a bit, something deep inside of her whispering for her to touch it, and it was hard to resist. She crouched down and with her ashen arm, went to grab the bones, but the moment she made contact, a burning sensation ran through her arm, a pain that was far worse than it should have been. She held her arm close and closed her eyes to concentrate on stopping the pain.
When she opened her brown orbs, Orphan found herself in the center of a village, the screams of people all around her as fire roared and the sound of battle became prevalent. She was overcome with fear and she saw people look as if they had run through molten rock go past her. Then her attention turned to laughter that came from next to her, she saw the grim outline of Keriss, wildly laughing and black as night. There was no other form other than that shadow and Orphan instantly took a step back before falling to the ground, no longer wanting to see these visions.
She opened her eyes again and saw that Keriss was standing over her now. With large, leather wings outstretched and a look of disgust on her face. ”Pitiful,” she said with a voice colder than how she normally was. Orphan went to respond before a hain stepped through Keriss, dissolving the vision into trillions of particles of ash.
“What’s wrong, Orphan?” Kri asked, crouching next the child.
Orphan just looked at him for a few moments before continuing her silence with looking down at the ground, the skeletal arm staring back intently. ”Nothing,” she said before stepping on the bone, snapping it in half. She looked up and simply saw the hain staring blankly back before shrugging and turning away.
“Let’s leave this place. I don’t like the idea of meeting anyone close to the Amatris. Why are we even heading to the place where a battle of quite literal cataclysmic proportions happened anyways?” Kri questioned, walking south once more. The child following closely behind to contemplate the question for a few brief moments, delivering her answer in her own monotone voice.
“I guess I’m just trying to find Keriss. Or her friend, the Blowfly. She always told me that if I couldn’t find her then I should find her instead.”
“Please, the Blowfly is a myth. I’ve never come across a hain that could be so stupidly powerful,” Kri commented, skeptically.
”Oh trust me, if you’d been around as long as I have, you see some weird things.”
“You’re a fifteen year old in a ten year old body, where as I am extremely old for a hain. You have no room to talk,” Kri chuckled before he spoke once more but in a quieter tone, “Be careful, we are being tailed by something tall, dark, and ugly. Operation Kick-Ass is a go on our Magnus.”
”Do the thing?”
“Do the thing.”
Orphan extended her arm, traveling faster than the average mortal could perceive, cutting down all the trees to her left. Then all she heard was a terrible screech, High-pitched and rattling to the soul, it was more annoying than anything but then she felt a pain in her chest only similar to one being. Only Keriss could produce such a torturous feeling but this was far weaker than anything she had known Keriss to do to her. But it had its effect on Kri, who was on his knees covering the holes that hain used as ears, though this magic could not be blocked, only endured. Luckily, Keriss’ training to increase Orphan’s pain tolerance has come in handy for she merely stood as normal, grinding her teeth.
The child looked forward and in the air she saw wings flapping, a horrid creature was in the air producing the screeching sound. Her arm shot forward and the being dodged, narrowly, stopping it’s screeching to focus on the sudden combat that it had entered.
”How dare you attack a dagon, welp?!” The Being screeched
”Dagons are all dead, got slaughtered by whatshisface in the battle of the place,” Orphan explained rather badly.
”What?”
”Yeah, besides you look more ugly than intimidating like a dagon.”
”What?”
After a pause in the very meaningful conversation, Kri’Tal had gotten to his feet and chimed in, “You are a creation of Keriss, only she can make that kind of magic.”
”You are correct hain. I am Mortas, Prince of Ash and apparent last surviving dagon, made this way by that wretched lizard.”
“We are looking for Keriss, could you point us in the right direction? I have to deliver a spear into her chest for ruining my life.”
”And I’m largely indifferent though she pretty much is my abusive, adopted mother.”
”Last I saw her was in Xerxes.”
“Xerxes, eh?”
”That place is gone. Just kinda popped out of existence, or to a different plane of existence. It’s weird. There was a lot of carnage, death, and fighty bits all around.”
”What?”
“Ignore her. Anyways, we’ll head that way, unless you’d rather kill us. You seem like that type.”
”You’d be right. I’m going to kill you all now, purely because I am both offended and annoyed by your presence.”
“Welp.”
”Whom!” Orphan exclaim.
Uchaka
Health: 800
Mana: 1,550/1,950
There was almost a sigh of relief from the red tagged player when low level board came at the party, allowing her to ignore any questions or talks. However, Uchaka barely heard the order to focus on a specific boar when she had already raised her staff, lightning magic beginning to form before slamming the butt if the magic conduit into the ground. ”Chain Lightning!,” she commanded, an arc of electricity jumping to the boar she was told to target before it jumped to all the low-leveled boars.
However, that was not all that her power was worth, as from another of the nearby boar the effect of chain lightning sprung up again though not of her own doing. It was the passive Energize which allowed for her spell to replicate to another target, and for her, the spell was chain lightning. In essence, the board were weathering a storm and Uchaka merely began walking towards them, drawing a sword as her staff had been switched to her off-hand.
”Let us make short work of these mobs,” she said in her standard tone, raising her blade.
Summary
-Uchaka casts Chain Lightning on Boar 5, Damage spreads to other boars
-Energize (Passive) Actives to activate Chain Lightning again.
-She draws her sword and begins walking towards the boars.
Alexander Ross
There was a moment of relief when the woman had grasped his arm to pull herself up, knowing that she was fine and would live to act another day. However, something that held in total surprise was the flirtatious kiss upon his cheek, causing him to freeze for just a few moments to process the action. Then, he simply shook his head clear of any thought or temptation that the woman would have presented, knowing that it was just a reaction of chemicals going off in the brain that was typically released in the healing process. Alexander returned to his full height and walked away for a moment to look over the actor once more.
“He’s good, just a crybaby,” Alexander said to the others, forgetting what it was like to actually be hurt given his powers consistently preventing harm upon himself. The doctor sighed and walked back to the ambulance to get some proper medical supplies so that he may perform a full physical on both the people in the accident before he officially gave them a clear, what kind of doctor would simply tell them they were fine. Alexander gathered some basic equipment and jogged back over to the woman, who was well walking and talking now but it may be better just to do her first so that he could move onto someone who would be far more difficult.
“Hold on little lady, you just got out of an accident. No strenuous movement until I give you the clear,” the doctor said in a commanding tone, stepping in front of her and quickly. He opened up one of her eyes, holding up an ophthalmoscope to look at her pupil reactions. It was a simple process but it was a necessary one that he needed to do as a profession doctor. When he found nothing out of the ordinary, he moved on to have her open her mouth, using the small wooden stick to force her tongue down a little so he may see the back of her mouth. After finding nothing out of the ordinary, he stepped back asking, “Do you feel dizzy, confused, or are you seeing things in any blurry fashion?”
It was the standard concussion questions.
Melancholy
Melancholy had waited patiently for the mugging to go successfully, then it didn’t go as successfully from what she heard going down behind her. Of course, she tuned and simply stared at Graham with an eyebrow raised in a look of disappointment, expecting more from her partner than to fall for something like this. ”I think you misunderstand what the idea of mugging is. The intention is to not let the guy get the jump on you,” she stated, in a much annoyed tone before looking over at the dark elf, scanning him up and down.
”Now I don’t know what went down, but I am damn certain that you were drunk a few moments ago,” she continued in a more confused tone now, uncertain of what to make of the situation that was unfolding in front her. After all, she was certain that someone like him wouldn’t have been able to recover so easily from being drunk, or maybe he was not even drunk to begin with. However, she put her weight onto one hip and looked at the key the man produced with a skeptical eye, hearing his offer with even more skepticism. Then as she was about to speak, she heard Graham speak up.
At that point she was just flabbergasted that the man was seemingly taking up the offer. ”Hold up, hold right the oftc up,” she began making a timeout signal with her hands, ”I refuse to go along with a mysterious magic man on some quest to get a key. This must be a trick, especially if this man is a trickster.”
Melancholy
The night was young, the atmosphere good, and the the drink fine for Melancholy as she sat outside the Tavern where she was looking over a rendition of her appearance on a petty wanted poster of herself. She sighed to herself, not really like the rendition as the artist had managed to get her nose completely wrong and her horn were too angled to the side for her liking. It just was not fair to her to public figure if she her wanted posters looked nothing like her, but she did suppose it was for the best that she lay low. Melancholy’s grey body leaned back in her seat before gazing up at the stars before realizing that the music had stopped.
The tiefling had wanted to contemplate on how to get her ring back, but that seemed to be a bit less likely when her mood had been killed so easily. So, she had decided that it may be better to head inside, though the darker atmosphere outside agreed more with her nighttime senses, as it was far easier to look into the darkness for her than say a human. However, as she drew near the door, it came open and out walked a drunk dark elf. The sight of a drunkard was hardly a surprise for her but what was a surprise was Graham coming out of the tavern soon after, speaking to her in infernal.
Speaking in a tongue so strange would get them both caught, so she responded in the more common tongue with a hiss, ”You speaking like that is going to get us caught easier.” They had to act natural, and she was doing that far better than Graham was doing, arrogant fool that treated her like a child who didn’t know how to be a trained criminal. She saw the drunk go down an alley after a while of them trailing him and decided that a plan may be a good decision here. ”Listen, I’ll make sure no one comes in, you get the goods and try not to kill ‘em, we don’t want the city guard to get all riled up,” she commanded, an infernal accent in her voice as she spoke.
Melancholy
Of be down if you’ll have me!
Alexander Ross
Alexander couldn’t help but smirk at the other Alex’s statement, though not outwardly responding except looking back when she ran to the use the bathroom. He simply shook his head, that was what happened when you drank too much water.
Then, everything went wrong in a matter of seconds, Rondo fell off his bike and then an explosion. The machinery had gone haywire, at least that is what he believed in his ever moving mind, and caused the guest star to also flip off the bike but in a less spectacular fashion from what he could see. With that, the doctor immediately scrambled to the ambulance and hopped on the back, holding in for dear life as the driver in side sped towards the accident. From there, he was he saw a figure flying away, he couldn’t give chase since a life may be on the line and so he hoped another entity would be able to hunt down the fleeing one.
However, one of the others had warped the seemingly dying man near them and so he signaled for the ambulance to stop so they could tend to the one they were payed to help.
The man was a mess of sobbing with many broken bones; both legs and an arm with the bone sticking out, and some ribs if the doctor could guess. However, the scalped head was surely not a good thing, Alexander peered down and saw a bit of skull through the mess of blood and hair. Though, it was more annoying that Rondo would simply not stop making the noise of a dying man, like the drama expert he was.
With a sigh, he looked back at the others, “We’ll get the girl!,” he ordered as his attention went back down to the man that was above him. Alexander got to work by snapping the bones back into their general space, being careful not to do to much damage with his strength. Unfortunately, this made the star get an even fuss going, earning the rough response, “Oh shut up, you idiot. This is probably your fault anyways.” Soon enough the doctor began lightly healing Rondo using his Gamma Powers, it was a draining process, but it got Rondo in a stable enough position for Alexander to allow someone else to take over.
He rushed over to the other woman with the ambulance and crouched down next to the other paramedics, “Status,” he asked, making sure that he understood.
“No visible injury, I’m guessing that she has one of those fancy protection suits on, she’s just unconscious,” one of the reported.
Alexander nodded and laid his hand upon the woman, making sure to avoid any suggestive areas and instead focus on the bare collarbone. Soon enough he began to expend more of his energy to make sure that the woman would be in a stable position and hopefully wake up. The perks of being a Gamma.
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