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Narza: "Meanie!"
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<Snipped quote by Saarebas>
That was Empyrean. Totally different thing, and totally different manner of creation. She doesn't need any runes for Empyrean, and wouldn't waste it on a small village either.
Are we wrong to run though?
Dead ended on my end until someone either dismisses or interacts with Wright, who went in the hallway with the purpose of going further up the stairs.
Same, waiting/hoping for @Yojimbo to deal with the Marcel problem
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Point. I guess the minions will have to see what comes of it.
I really really recommend you evacuate. Read Emily's CS and see if you can spot what I spotted. *hint hint they're all gonna die*
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Since mostly no one could tell that Narza was absorbing souls, it probably just looked like a small cloud was floating from corpse to corpse. The puffy white cloud stops abruptly above a man missing his lower torso and head. Shining lines flared up from the ground, pulsing with music and magic that even the rather inexperienced Narza could feel was dangerous. Moments later, she felt an incomparably huge something rising up from deep below the Earth. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was some sort of soul or spirit, but completely different from anything she'd ever felt. Grabbing the rest of the souls from the crowd of humans gibbed by the alchemical blast, Narza flees to the outskirts of the village as fast as she could fly. She didn't know what was going to happen, but the red light from the rune-lines indicated fire, and fire was not one of Narza's strong suits.
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The Rune pulsated with her words, growing, and those who could perceive the spiritual world and Souls would see a large mass coming up from below it.
Wut dis
*nervous laughter*
You know, Narza is fatally weak to heat...
Welp, time to evacuate. I don't suppose this spirit can be eaten~?
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Collecting souls was going quite well--aside from a few arrows lodged in the torso of Narza's new body, her vessel was mostly fine, allowing her to kill and collect souls without too much trouble. Her fragile young ghost girl protected from the burning rays of the sun by a sturdy outer human shell, Narza's mind and magic was free to focus on taking down villagers.
She would first trip or slow down a fleeing villager with ice on their legs, then rush up to the prone or crawling villager with the aid of wind magic. Once she was close enough, Narza would finish them off with a small but precise blade of wind to the head or neck, speedily cramming the soul down soon after. Even as she would kill a villager, twice as many more souls would pop around her faster than she could eat even one, as the Dungeon Keeper's servants really got underway.
One soul in particular stood out to her, adjacent to a dimmer, but still unusually bright soul. The pair of souls were on the other side of town, nearby the granaries. Intriguing, they still feel human, but are the brightest souls I've seen yet... Slipping out of the man's body at once and assuming her ghost form, Narza speeds toward the temple in the distance, covering herself in a dense cloud of fog once more to avoid a literal sunburn.
In front of the temple lay two fallen humans, both clearly identifiable as clerics by their iconic white clothing.(I assume anyways.) Disregarding the sinister-looking armored figure that had probably killed the two clerics, Narza billows around the dead cleric's body and eats the much brighter soul hanging around. Delicious! It's a strong taste that beats the other humans for sure, and the holy part makes it a bit... spicy. It's like spicy food. Narza decides as she tears into the cleric's soul.
The other cleric was still alive, but his soul felt different, and not because it was a powerful and holy cleric soul. It didn't seem as lively. This was because Kor had already taken the cleric's humanity, but Narza didn't know that. She envelops the second cleric and rips his soul free as well, savoring the taste this time as she slowly absorbs it. "The divine feeling is so unbearably hot, but that's what makes it good!" Narza exclaims. Her reverie is interrupted by a burst of freed souls appearing a distance away, accompanied by a large explosion sound. The sudden intensity of so many freed souls in one place at once was like a floodlight being switched on and shined upon you while you were calmly enjoying a meal by yourself.
Still carrying half of the cleric's soul, Narza rushes over to the scene of the carnage. If the clerics were like meatballs, small but tasty morsels, the unremarkable villager souls were like bread or pasta. Plain, but hearty and filling. And Narza was still hungry.
She would first trip or slow down a fleeing villager with ice on their legs, then rush up to the prone or crawling villager with the aid of wind magic. Once she was close enough, Narza would finish them off with a small but precise blade of wind to the head or neck, speedily cramming the soul down soon after. Even as she would kill a villager, twice as many more souls would pop around her faster than she could eat even one, as the Dungeon Keeper's servants really got underway.
One soul in particular stood out to her, adjacent to a dimmer, but still unusually bright soul. The pair of souls were on the other side of town, nearby the granaries. Intriguing, they still feel human, but are the brightest souls I've seen yet... Slipping out of the man's body at once and assuming her ghost form, Narza speeds toward the temple in the distance, covering herself in a dense cloud of fog once more to avoid a literal sunburn.
In front of the temple lay two fallen humans, both clearly identifiable as clerics by their iconic white clothing.(I assume anyways.) Disregarding the sinister-looking armored figure that had probably killed the two clerics, Narza billows around the dead cleric's body and eats the much brighter soul hanging around. Delicious! It's a strong taste that beats the other humans for sure, and the holy part makes it a bit... spicy. It's like spicy food. Narza decides as she tears into the cleric's soul.
The other cleric was still alive, but his soul felt different, and not because it was a powerful and holy cleric soul. It didn't seem as lively. This was because Kor had already taken the cleric's humanity, but Narza didn't know that. She envelops the second cleric and rips his soul free as well, savoring the taste this time as she slowly absorbs it. "The divine feeling is so unbearably hot, but that's what makes it good!" Narza exclaims. Her reverie is interrupted by a burst of freed souls appearing a distance away, accompanied by a large explosion sound. The sudden intensity of so many freed souls in one place at once was like a floodlight being switched on and shined upon you while you were calmly enjoying a meal by yourself.
Still carrying half of the cleric's soul, Narza rushes over to the scene of the carnage. If the clerics were like meatballs, small but tasty morsels, the unremarkable villager souls were like bread or pasta. Plain, but hearty and filling. And Narza was still hungry.
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"...Even the soul was still there; it was simply bereft of all humanity...."
Narza has her eye on that one
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Wow, Shukra's orcs are just dying left and right
Shh a villager did that >.>
Once the ice melts, the evidence will be gone hehe
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Narza was enjoying floating around as a sinister fog of death, but taking souls from living bodies was still more more tiring than taking from the dead. Unfortunately, using elemental magic to both kill as well as maintain the fog would be too taxing. I need something to hide within, a body... Narza thinks to herself, looking around. Her choices were rather poor. Big tough burly men, homely women, bawling children, and a score of orcs, all running to an fro. Nothing especially strong, interesting, or beautiful for the taking.
One fireball later and a toddler runs out of the a burning hut, crying his eyes out. It was a cute little boy, with short curly brown hair and preciously soft-looking white skin. "You're a cute one, what's your name?" Narza asks reassuringly as she surrounds the boy. To the toddler, it was as if night had suddenly fallen, the sounds of the battle muted and distant through the fog. He looks around curiously, searching for the sound of the voice. "Ugh, answer faster next time." Narza grumbles, tired of waiting for a response. She tears the toddler's soul free and absorbs it, finding the little boy's name through the haze of memories. Max, huh?
When the fog clears, the toddler stood perfectly, unnaturally straight, his eyeballs rolling around his head before settling. Been a while since I had a body, Narza thinks happily as she stretches out her soft toddler arms and legs. Suddenly, she's thrown forward onto a jagged piece of wood, spearing her squishy toddler stomach through. "Stupid brat shoulda gott'n outa mah way!" Growls a panicking farmer as he runs from an orc. Still impaled, Narza narrows her eyes at the man and freezes his feet in a block ice. "I just got this body! My first body for almost a year! I was killed, held in a cage, unable to move, for months! And just moments after I'm able to feel anything, you get it killed?" Narza rants, spittle flying out the mouth of the small toddler. The man falls on his face, luckily happening to dodge the orc's swing in the process. She clenches her fist and makes a yanking motion, dragging the man in front of her by the ice binding his legs. He screams and claws at the dirt uselessly as the orc watches in confusion. With wrenching squelch, Narza rips her body off the piece of wood and stands upright with the aid of air magic, her intestines still wrapped around the piece of wood. She walks up in front of the man, her intestines dragging along the dirt, slowly pulled out of the gash in her abdomen.
"See how it FEELS!!" Narza screams, ripping the boy's vocal cords. The man simply stares in abject terror as Narza rips the toddler's arms and legs off with magic in front of him, spraying his front in blood. Focusing on Derrik's soul for the bit of knowledge she wanted, Narza rips the man's soul free and places it within the toddler instead, inhabiting the man's body in the process. The man, now suddenly finding himself within a mutilated torso on the ground, writhes in agony, screaming the best he could through torn vocal cords. Narza laughs heartily, her laughter now rumbling and gruff from within the man's body. She focuses mana above the man's new body and forms it into dozens of thin icicles that pierce the torso. Satisfied, she devours the man's soul and moves on, killing the still confused orc with an icicle through the eye and eating that soul as well.
One fireball later and a toddler runs out of the a burning hut, crying his eyes out. It was a cute little boy, with short curly brown hair and preciously soft-looking white skin. "You're a cute one, what's your name?" Narza asks reassuringly as she surrounds the boy. To the toddler, it was as if night had suddenly fallen, the sounds of the battle muted and distant through the fog. He looks around curiously, searching for the sound of the voice. "Ugh, answer faster next time." Narza grumbles, tired of waiting for a response. She tears the toddler's soul free and absorbs it, finding the little boy's name through the haze of memories. Max, huh?
When the fog clears, the toddler stood perfectly, unnaturally straight, his eyeballs rolling around his head before settling. Been a while since I had a body, Narza thinks happily as she stretches out her soft toddler arms and legs. Suddenly, she's thrown forward onto a jagged piece of wood, spearing her squishy toddler stomach through. "Stupid brat shoulda gott'n outa mah way!" Growls a panicking farmer as he runs from an orc. Still impaled, Narza narrows her eyes at the man and freezes his feet in a block ice. "I just got this body! My first body for almost a year! I was killed, held in a cage, unable to move, for months! And just moments after I'm able to feel anything, you get it killed?" Narza rants, spittle flying out the mouth of the small toddler. The man falls on his face, luckily happening to dodge the orc's swing in the process. She clenches her fist and makes a yanking motion, dragging the man in front of her by the ice binding his legs. He screams and claws at the dirt uselessly as the orc watches in confusion. With wrenching squelch, Narza rips her body off the piece of wood and stands upright with the aid of air magic, her intestines still wrapped around the piece of wood. She walks up in front of the man, her intestines dragging along the dirt, slowly pulled out of the gash in her abdomen.
"See how it FEELS!!" Narza screams, ripping the boy's vocal cords. The man simply stares in abject terror as Narza rips the toddler's arms and legs off with magic in front of him, spraying his front in blood. Focusing on Derrik's soul for the bit of knowledge she wanted, Narza rips the man's soul free and places it within the toddler instead, inhabiting the man's body in the process. The man, now suddenly finding himself within a mutilated torso on the ground, writhes in agony, screaming the best he could through torn vocal cords. Narza laughs heartily, her laughter now rumbling and gruff from within the man's body. She focuses mana above the man's new body and forms it into dozens of thin icicles that pierce the torso. Satisfied, she devours the man's soul and moves on, killing the still confused orc with an icicle through the eye and eating that soul as well.
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