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@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses@Sifr
The duo of Kiimos Trelle were dispatched quickly following a sadistic but brief imprisonment while writhing in agony that seemed almost human - they struggled at first, throwing cusses at Ciara as they attempted to find freedom, but eventually succumbed to despair amidst restraint. The trio that rushed Iraleth and sank into their muddy graves, meanwhile, rang completely silent and accepting of this fate even as they put in token effort to escape it; this effort ended when rays of light skewered each, sending them lifeless beneath the murky abyss. The archer, meanwhile, scrambled to evade but couldn't do so in time. The first shot that made contact turned its barrier into an unfocused haze, and the second pierced clean through to deal the kill shot. Finally, the mannekin rushing at Hildegunde was intercepted by Rio who sprinted directly at it. The wooden warrior would deliver a dropkick which was blocked by Rio, who grabbed the doll's leg midair and slammed its body against a nearby tree, shattering its barrier and its outer shell in one hit.
Chloe would skid to a stop just before she reached the quicksand, letting out a small shriek at its sudden appearance. Looking ahead towards Iraleth as she moved, Chloe would give a small thumbs up with a feeble, "Y-You've got it," before returning to the group near Alto. Rio would also return, dragging the broken mannekin by its leg and tossing it at Alto's feet as he rejoined near Otis. "Give us something better next time," he would declare with a smirk.
Alto would be preoccupied, however. He stared down at his right knee, where a bullet was drilling against his Personal Barrier. It didn't lose momentum on impact, but continued to spin towards him while being repelled by the shield of wind around that area. Hand cupped chin as he stared at it, and then at Hildegunde, the sound of her bullet against his barrier giving off the screech of metal grinding against metal. "Your Ethos? I'm impressed. It appears it'll keep going like this, until either it breaks through, I let it through, or I deflect it. But in the time it'd take to remove it, it could be just the second needed to find an opening in my perception. Attempting to deflect could, maybe, be worse than letting it dig through my essence."
The instructor's eyes darted about as various individuals moved, curious what the plan would be. "At the same time, though, you can't count on winning an endurance match here. The leyline is mine right now, after all."
The sound of upturned soil and breaking roots and wood echoed from behind Hildegunde, and if she were to look back, she would see a tree suddenly toppling down towards her. A second tree, at the same time, would follow suit in the same way from near Otis and Davil, aiming to similarly crush them. "If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it make a sound? By that same notion, are these falling trees a silent cast of the primal conduit, or a facet of my prime essence?"
"Waaaagh!" Davil screamed in terror as he rolled away from the tree backwards, landing on his feet with his broken arms flailing about like loose flesh. The tree would create a divide such that it would block sight from Alto, should Otis choose to move in a direction away from Alto rather than towards.
While that chaos ensued, the professor looked towards Chunji. "And you. You can see things, yeah? That's a very useful ability to have. And so inquisitive, too." The bullet continued to drill against his barrier even as he spoke, and yet his attention was focused towards the diligent student asking a question. "The simplest method that people have attempted is raw power, but that's of no interest to this. PBs are so efficient because of how few ways there are to truly bypass one without overpowering it. There are surely Ethos-based abilities out there that can do so, sure, but outside of that? I suppose you could disrupt it by making direct contact with another's barrier and attempting to dilute the concentrated essence with your own. It would require several seconds of unbroken physical contact, however, which is an eternity in situations like this."
The whole time while speaking, his focus was still very much on his environment, willing to cut off his own monologue at any point that anyone tried something on him - or to keep speaking while evading, if it didn't prove to be troublesome to do so. "I'm sure there are other methods, though, but I only know the basics! History, specific practices of the conduits, master manipulators... all that goes right over my head, young man."
Alto's sword remained gripped in his right hand as he awaited the next moves of these students. Despite his laidback attitude, he was focused and ready to react to approaches.
ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN
The duo of Kiimos Trelle were dispatched quickly following a sadistic but brief imprisonment while writhing in agony that seemed almost human - they struggled at first, throwing cusses at Ciara as they attempted to find freedom, but eventually succumbed to despair amidst restraint. The trio that rushed Iraleth and sank into their muddy graves, meanwhile, rang completely silent and accepting of this fate even as they put in token effort to escape it; this effort ended when rays of light skewered each, sending them lifeless beneath the murky abyss. The archer, meanwhile, scrambled to evade but couldn't do so in time. The first shot that made contact turned its barrier into an unfocused haze, and the second pierced clean through to deal the kill shot. Finally, the mannekin rushing at Hildegunde was intercepted by Rio who sprinted directly at it. The wooden warrior would deliver a dropkick which was blocked by Rio, who grabbed the doll's leg midair and slammed its body against a nearby tree, shattering its barrier and its outer shell in one hit.
Chloe would skid to a stop just before she reached the quicksand, letting out a small shriek at its sudden appearance. Looking ahead towards Iraleth as she moved, Chloe would give a small thumbs up with a feeble, "Y-You've got it," before returning to the group near Alto. Rio would also return, dragging the broken mannekin by its leg and tossing it at Alto's feet as he rejoined near Otis. "Give us something better next time," he would declare with a smirk.
Alto would be preoccupied, however. He stared down at his right knee, where a bullet was drilling against his Personal Barrier. It didn't lose momentum on impact, but continued to spin towards him while being repelled by the shield of wind around that area. Hand cupped chin as he stared at it, and then at Hildegunde, the sound of her bullet against his barrier giving off the screech of metal grinding against metal. "Your Ethos? I'm impressed. It appears it'll keep going like this, until either it breaks through, I let it through, or I deflect it. But in the time it'd take to remove it, it could be just the second needed to find an opening in my perception. Attempting to deflect could, maybe, be worse than letting it dig through my essence."
The instructor's eyes darted about as various individuals moved, curious what the plan would be. "At the same time, though, you can't count on winning an endurance match here. The leyline is mine right now, after all."
The sound of upturned soil and breaking roots and wood echoed from behind Hildegunde, and if she were to look back, she would see a tree suddenly toppling down towards her. A second tree, at the same time, would follow suit in the same way from near Otis and Davil, aiming to similarly crush them. "If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it make a sound? By that same notion, are these falling trees a silent cast of the primal conduit, or a facet of my prime essence?"
"Waaaagh!" Davil screamed in terror as he rolled away from the tree backwards, landing on his feet with his broken arms flailing about like loose flesh. The tree would create a divide such that it would block sight from Alto, should Otis choose to move in a direction away from Alto rather than towards.
While that chaos ensued, the professor looked towards Chunji. "And you. You can see things, yeah? That's a very useful ability to have. And so inquisitive, too." The bullet continued to drill against his barrier even as he spoke, and yet his attention was focused towards the diligent student asking a question. "The simplest method that people have attempted is raw power, but that's of no interest to this. PBs are so efficient because of how few ways there are to truly bypass one without overpowering it. There are surely Ethos-based abilities out there that can do so, sure, but outside of that? I suppose you could disrupt it by making direct contact with another's barrier and attempting to dilute the concentrated essence with your own. It would require several seconds of unbroken physical contact, however, which is an eternity in situations like this."
The whole time while speaking, his focus was still very much on his environment, willing to cut off his own monologue at any point that anyone tried something on him - or to keep speaking while evading, if it didn't prove to be troublesome to do so. "I'm sure there are other methods, though, but I only know the basics! History, specific practices of the conduits, master manipulators... all that goes right over my head, young man."
Alto's sword remained gripped in his right hand as he awaited the next moves of these students. Despite his laidback attitude, he was focused and ready to react to approaches.
@Sifr How are things lookin' on your end?
I've been feeling that, myself. Game's addicting.
The arrow coming at Hildegunde would still be a regular arrow, but abnormally faster than the prior one loosed. Apart from that, it appears to be a regular arrow.
As for Kiimos Trelle, it would be known to those who keep up with either matters of mercenary guilds or modern day Umbralist politics as a silver rank mercenary company primarily keeping to the Northern Neutral Territories. To any who know of them, they’d be known primarily for originally being refugees that fled Western Loustrain - a country on the western continent of Ventric - during the Five Year Apocalypse. After surviving, they’ve since dedicated themselves to cleaning up Umbralist remnants or making them convert through force to the ways of Astra. If someone knew Loustrainian or otherwise heard it as a fun fact, they would additionally know that Kiimos Trelle means “Most Spiritual of the Trinity Trail” in Loustrainian.
As for what mercenary ranks mean, I won’t type up a big thing about that right now, but mercenary companies are divided and ranked in the conventional currency: copper, silver, gold and platinum. Companies and individual mercenaries are ranked separately by these, and a company’s rank is determined on a combination of their deeds and the amount of members of a specific rank they hold. It’s also held as tradition that when a mercenary dies, they’re buried with a pouch of their rank’s coin on their chest.
As for Kiimos Trelle, it would be known to those who keep up with either matters of mercenary guilds or modern day Umbralist politics as a silver rank mercenary company primarily keeping to the Northern Neutral Territories. To any who know of them, they’d be known primarily for originally being refugees that fled Western Loustrain - a country on the western continent of Ventric - during the Five Year Apocalypse. After surviving, they’ve since dedicated themselves to cleaning up Umbralist remnants or making them convert through force to the ways of Astra. If someone knew Loustrainian or otherwise heard it as a fun fact, they would additionally know that Kiimos Trelle means “Most Spiritual of the Trinity Trail” in Loustrainian.
As for what mercenary ranks mean, I won’t type up a big thing about that right now, but mercenary companies are divided and ranked in the conventional currency: copper, silver, gold and platinum. Companies and individual mercenaries are ranked separately by these, and a company’s rank is determined on a combination of their deeds and the amount of members of a specific rank they hold. It’s also held as tradition that when a mercenary dies, they’re buried with a pouch of their rank’s coin on their chest.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses@Sifr
Many things would occur at roughly the same time, as an ambush was quickly responded to with a decisive counterattack. Iraleth's swing had made short work of the spears of the three vanguard mannekin, while in similarly short order, the axe mannekin and the northwestern sniper had also had their weapons destroyed. The sword mannekin, meanwhile, immediately hopped backwards upon the assault, gaining a distance of several meters between the suddenly appearing Ciara and itself. In that same moment, the axe mannekin had instantly reacted to its broken weapon by grabbing the fragment without an axe head and swinging it towards Ciara's head like a makeshift club. "Like discussed, we defeat the shadowy one first," the axe mannekin would utter in a monotone yet grizzled, masculine voice. Upon this, the sword mannekin would nod, wooden blade pointed in Ciara's direction. "Before you is the sword and axe duo of Kiimos Trelle. Fear us or falter, Umbralist," the sword mannekin would declare in a lighter feminine tone before slashing its sword downward, causing a thin wave of pure wind pressure to hurtle towards Ciara as the axe-turned-club mannekin continued his aggressive assault on her.
The three spear mannekin, now disarmed but evading direct hits to themselves, would immediately rush towards Iraleth all at once in hand-to-hand stances. The one on Iraleth's right would go for a sprinting downward sweep at her legs, the one on her left would ascend into the air to descend on her with a flying dropkick, and the one in the middle would bob and weave towards her like a professional boxer, attempting to barrage her with swift punches. With all of the Mannekin having their bodies reinforced by their Personal Barriers, any strikes that hit would impact against Iraleth more significantly than regular unarmed strikes might be thought to. From behind, Chloe was already sprinting to attempt to assist Iraleth, but it was clear she wouldn't arrive in time to interfere with the unarmed assault at that very second. Regardless, she would shout from behind, "Just hold out, I'm on my way!"
As the northwestern bowman found itself unarmed, it simply shrugged and made a dead sprint directly towards Hildegunde through the bushes and greenery in its way. It would seem confident in its PB as it dashed straight towards her - and at the same time, the northeastern archer atop the tree had avoided having its weapon destroyed by taking the hit itself instead of allowing its bow to break. The impact almost knocked the sole remaining sniper out of its tree, but it held firm - as did its barrier. At the same instant that the unarmed archer had sprinted towards Hildegunde, the tree sniper had also loosed another arrow towards her. This one was different, though - noticeably faster than the last arrow, flying true towards her at nearly double the speed of its first shot.
Finally, Rio would unceremoniously be tossed back. In a single fluid motion, Alto had caught the boy's punch, clamped down hard on his fist until an audible crack could be heard echoing through the forest like dry tree bark, and then used his other hand to slam an open palm directly into the boy's stomach, sending him tumbling backwards into a tree. "I applaud the effort, but I don't really wanna fight kids. I thought we were getting along swimmingly, until now," Alto would remark with a smirk, reluctantly retrieving his sword from the tree next to him that it leaned against. "But if any of you want to take me on, I'll oblige. I'll stay right here until somebody else wants to make the attempt, alright?"
Rio attempted to find strength in his right hand, but none was present. He stumbled to his feet without breaking eye contact with the instructor the entire time, fire in his eyes despite now breathing raggedly. He'd then break that eye contact after seeing Alto stay true to his word, looking at Otis. "And what's the great self-neck-breaking strategist gonna do next? I sure hope it involves us winnin'," Rio would say with a hint of venom, his Personal Barrier's wind flickering to indicate a state of notable damage. "Because I wanna wipe that stupid-ass look off his face at least once, and I'll do whatever you want if you can make it happen."
Slowly, Davil rose to his feet as wind gathered around his feathered shoes, then looked at Otis with grave certainty. "You know I've got nothing left in my Ethos for the day, but I'll do what I can, chum. If need be, I can get burned by rebound if it means we've got a shot." His lip was quivering and his limbs were shaky, the oppressive atmosphere of this place devoid of essence beginning to affect his defenseless body even after the initial injuries. Even so, his expression was one of anxious determination, looking across the battlefield as the events of the next several seconds would continue to unfold; he knew his body now moved too slow to do anything to affect the current exchanges of blows, so there would be no point in trying to. His place, for now, was simply to stay here and do his best to survive.
ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN
Many things would occur at roughly the same time, as an ambush was quickly responded to with a decisive counterattack. Iraleth's swing had made short work of the spears of the three vanguard mannekin, while in similarly short order, the axe mannekin and the northwestern sniper had also had their weapons destroyed. The sword mannekin, meanwhile, immediately hopped backwards upon the assault, gaining a distance of several meters between the suddenly appearing Ciara and itself. In that same moment, the axe mannekin had instantly reacted to its broken weapon by grabbing the fragment without an axe head and swinging it towards Ciara's head like a makeshift club. "Like discussed, we defeat the shadowy one first," the axe mannekin would utter in a monotone yet grizzled, masculine voice. Upon this, the sword mannekin would nod, wooden blade pointed in Ciara's direction. "Before you is the sword and axe duo of Kiimos Trelle. Fear us or falter, Umbralist," the sword mannekin would declare in a lighter feminine tone before slashing its sword downward, causing a thin wave of pure wind pressure to hurtle towards Ciara as the axe-turned-club mannekin continued his aggressive assault on her.
The three spear mannekin, now disarmed but evading direct hits to themselves, would immediately rush towards Iraleth all at once in hand-to-hand stances. The one on Iraleth's right would go for a sprinting downward sweep at her legs, the one on her left would ascend into the air to descend on her with a flying dropkick, and the one in the middle would bob and weave towards her like a professional boxer, attempting to barrage her with swift punches. With all of the Mannekin having their bodies reinforced by their Personal Barriers, any strikes that hit would impact against Iraleth more significantly than regular unarmed strikes might be thought to. From behind, Chloe was already sprinting to attempt to assist Iraleth, but it was clear she wouldn't arrive in time to interfere with the unarmed assault at that very second. Regardless, she would shout from behind, "Just hold out, I'm on my way!"
As the northwestern bowman found itself unarmed, it simply shrugged and made a dead sprint directly towards Hildegunde through the bushes and greenery in its way. It would seem confident in its PB as it dashed straight towards her - and at the same time, the northeastern archer atop the tree had avoided having its weapon destroyed by taking the hit itself instead of allowing its bow to break. The impact almost knocked the sole remaining sniper out of its tree, but it held firm - as did its barrier. At the same instant that the unarmed archer had sprinted towards Hildegunde, the tree sniper had also loosed another arrow towards her. This one was different, though - noticeably faster than the last arrow, flying true towards her at nearly double the speed of its first shot.
Finally, Rio would unceremoniously be tossed back. In a single fluid motion, Alto had caught the boy's punch, clamped down hard on his fist until an audible crack could be heard echoing through the forest like dry tree bark, and then used his other hand to slam an open palm directly into the boy's stomach, sending him tumbling backwards into a tree. "I applaud the effort, but I don't really wanna fight kids. I thought we were getting along swimmingly, until now," Alto would remark with a smirk, reluctantly retrieving his sword from the tree next to him that it leaned against. "But if any of you want to take me on, I'll oblige. I'll stay right here until somebody else wants to make the attempt, alright?"
Rio attempted to find strength in his right hand, but none was present. He stumbled to his feet without breaking eye contact with the instructor the entire time, fire in his eyes despite now breathing raggedly. He'd then break that eye contact after seeing Alto stay true to his word, looking at Otis. "And what's the great self-neck-breaking strategist gonna do next? I sure hope it involves us winnin'," Rio would say with a hint of venom, his Personal Barrier's wind flickering to indicate a state of notable damage. "Because I wanna wipe that stupid-ass look off his face at least once, and I'll do whatever you want if you can make it happen."
Slowly, Davil rose to his feet as wind gathered around his feathered shoes, then looked at Otis with grave certainty. "You know I've got nothing left in my Ethos for the day, but I'll do what I can, chum. If need be, I can get burned by rebound if it means we've got a shot." His lip was quivering and his limbs were shaky, the oppressive atmosphere of this place devoid of essence beginning to affect his defenseless body even after the initial injuries. Even so, his expression was one of anxious determination, looking across the battlefield as the events of the next several seconds would continue to unfold; he knew his body now moved too slow to do anything to affect the current exchanges of blows, so there would be no point in trying to. His place, for now, was simply to stay here and do his best to survive.
Next round soon!
@Estylwen Oh yeah, the Ethos activations would remain normal as they aren't spells. Apart from that, it all looks good!
Added some new bits to the lore topic, expanding more on magic and essence. I don't know if I should actually keep saying I've updated it, but I'll at least say it in this case! It's still not required reading for the RP and I never plan for it to be, but I'll keep writing to add to it whenever I feel like.
Ah, I'll reupload it, thanks!
And as for uniforms, no, people wear whatever. A lack of uniform in schools would be rather commonplace in the Union, starting with Shaktis Wund's cry for individualism when he first took power, and the main exception to this would be Vaal Nero's 'Dandelily Institute for Princery and Prancery'.
And as for uniforms, no, people wear whatever. A lack of uniform in schools would be rather commonplace in the Union, starting with Shaktis Wund's cry for individualism when he first took power, and the main exception to this would be Vaal Nero's 'Dandelily Institute for Princery and Prancery'.
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