@Madame Kitten So wait, let me see if I understand this. We get to have to chars and each char is also partnered with another char that does not belong to us?
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One does not simply perform a hardware assisted lithobraking twice.
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I don’t have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit.
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"Will they stay when they see, what we have done just to be . . . free . . ."
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They're coming to make peace. Destroy them!
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If you see a bomb technician running, follow him.
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Maybe I'll add something about me here... someday...
I didn't plan for this . . . it just happened. Still haven't written anything about myself in here... other than my music tastes.
Eh, maybe another day then.
Either way thanks for the visit!
>Fistbump
But until then have some:
Landslide
Or maybe you'd prefer to become a criminal and drive it like you stole it?
And then, after you realize what horrible crimes you've done, you'd probably want to just get high and forget about things.
No?
Maybe you're a bit stressed out and insomnia has taken over. I'm certainly an insomniac, but not due to stress.
But fret not over crimes or stress or insomnia my friend, cause you shall gather the seven nation army and take over this forum!
Take the sky epxress to your throne, to make it yours to rule, more infamous than any Human alive.
Blind with power you'll become careless and indifferent of your eminent downfall. Desperate to hold on to that power, yet still a Dreamer, where others have failed, you are cunning.
And once the forums have been shook by your cymatics, down the road you make your escape to a place where the real stars are.
But remember, one day somebody might come back for you.
Landslide
Or maybe you'd prefer to become a criminal and drive it like you stole it?
And then, after you realize what horrible crimes you've done, you'd probably want to just get high and forget about things.
No?
Maybe you're a bit stressed out and insomnia has taken over. I'm certainly an insomniac, but not due to stress.
But fret not over crimes or stress or insomnia my friend, cause you shall gather the seven nation army and take over this forum!
Take the sky epxress to your throne, to make it yours to rule, more infamous than any Human alive.
Blind with power you'll become careless and indifferent of your eminent downfall. Desperate to hold on to that power, yet still a Dreamer, where others have failed, you are cunning.
And once the forums have been shook by your cymatics, down the road you make your escape to a place where the real stars are.
But remember, one day somebody might come back for you.
I didn't plan for this . . . it just happened. Still haven't written anything about myself in here... other than my music tastes.
Eh, maybe another day then.
Either way thanks for the visit!
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I'll be going with two hunters then.
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"Shooting THE BIGGEST guns" sold me. Where do I sign up? xD
I hope this gets some interest.
I hope this gets some interest.
Casually, fluidly, Willo drew Cinderwill from her back and struck the handle-switch against the wall. Already she'd been cheated out of using it against one beast --well, perhaps that was more her fault-- it felt good to hold the blade in her hand as it slowly heated up.
"Aight shiny, you an' me then," she said, glancing to Jonathon.
Jonathan took a more conservative approach, he simply unfurled the whip lance from his belt and locked it into a lance mode. He didn't have the advantage of horseback right now, so he would have to make use of the other asset his lance granted him... reach.
Similar to their synchronized roar beforehand, the two beasts charged at the two combat-ready trainees, the ground cracking under their heavy steps.
"Alright, behind me!" Jonathan commanded, his voice amking it clear there was no time for argueing. He set one foot in front, one foot in back... braced himself as he had been thought. A charge was a charge, whether it was a mounted knight or a blight beast.
"Oh, a gentleman!" she laughed, and followed along behind. In the back of her mind she knew she'd have to be careful, there'd be little if any Flitting this go around, not after the last fight.
Finally the actions of the two creatures diverged as one continued the charge while the other leapt in the air, at absurd height really, considering the mass of the sickened being.
"Willo, intercept jumper!" Jonathan wasn't even bothering with complete sentences anymore, he lowered his spear to continue his original strategy of breaking the chaarge with a braced spear strike... Finding a good spot to strike was always a gamble, and this time, he bet his cards on the creature's oversized arm. He would just have to hope its increased mass also meant increased bloodflow, and thus... increased bleeding.
Intercept? If Willo hadn't been otherwise engaged she might have stopped to laugh at him. Intercept, what was she going to do? Tackle the big fuck? No way in hell was she running face first into that thing. Instead, she let Jonathon go ahead, and waited, Cinderwill primed back, to meet it on the ground, where it damn well ought to have been.
The charging troll stopped in its tracks just in front of Jonathans lance and smacked its oversized fist into the ground. Were it not for the ability of the lance to turn into a whip it would have been snapped in half like a twig. Instead it was forcefully shifted into its whip mode. At the same time rocks were sent flying by the impact pelting Jonathan, while forcefully pushing him backwards to the point where he nearly stumbled over Willo. It was at that point the two likely realized the nature of their situation. If they were not take serious action with the next second or so, the other beast would land on both of them, with crushing results.
A second however, was all that Jonathan needed. At least in real time. When he realized the dire straits he was in, a more supernatural skill was made manifest. To an outside observer, it would be as if he acquired nigh presciencs. Everything moved as if suspended in syrup, and he had all the time in the world to see the little crack he could exploit... That crack, would be the momentum his whiplance still had. He allowed the weapon to fly out behind him, and then adjusted it ever so slightly. Right past Willo... and coiling around the leg of the looming threat above him. The moment that happened, he simply pulled forward and downward...
Willo didn't bother with trying to figure out what had happened, or how Jonathon had reacted as quickly as he had. Instead, on pure instinct she dashed away and tried to Flitter, only for a soreness to pulse through her and leave her stumbling a few feet sideward.
The momentum of Jonathans whip was just enough to pull the massive hazard out of the way. The creature crashed into the ground, narrowly missing Jonathan, yet the shockwave created sent him flying over where Willo was standing moments ago. Willo on the other hand was mostly unaffected by the impact. The other creature emerged from behind the point of impact, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, grabbed Jonathans whip, apparently intending to pull him closer. The razors didn't seem to dig very deeply into the foes flesh, It were certainly tough.
Plagued beings usually were just mindless beasts. They usually had a very crude sense of their surroundings. That such a mindless beast could comprehend the nature of the tie between Jonathan and his weapon, and moreover that it was capable of problem-solving, like using it to pull Jonathan closer, was astonishing. Even Lazarus seemed surprised, as he observed the events unfolding in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Jonathan's mind, still riding the residual wave of hyperawareness, quickly processed what was going on. He was not going to win a tug of war against this thing anytime soon, so the next best option seemed to be to again use its strength against it. With his off-hand, he drew his saber. by the time the monster pulled him in, he was desperately twisting his sword around. He had little practical experience with left-handed saber styles, but necesitty was the mother of invention. He completely surrendered to the momentum with which he was flying towards his foe. His saber pointed sharp-side at the monster's torso.
Willo made the split decision to ignore the freshly-grounded troll in favor of assisting Jonathon with the other. Of course, deciding to do it didn't make it so, and while she did in fact sprint for it, she waited a moment to see if any opportunities presented themselves. Mayhaps not the wisest move, but, it was a reaction.
Jonathans saber cut deeply into the sickened trolls torso and promptly remained lodged in its body. The troll, likewise let go of Jonathans whip and swung his man-sized fist with surprising speed. Jonathan was in the unfortunate path of it, this time having no possibility to dogde in the required time due to a rather awkward landing on the beasts body.
"Shit" was all jonathon thought as he saw the giant mass of meat coming directly for him. He wasn't in a position to dodge, and in all likelihood he wouldn't have been able even if he had been in more favorable positions due to his heavy armor. That same heavy armor however, provided quite a serviceable barrier between the full brunt of the troll's might. He rolled with the strike, which sent him sailing through the air. He hit the wall with a metallic thud and fell to the ground. For a moment, it looked like he wasn't getting up... then however, he flicked the switch on his whip, and it retracted back into a lance. He used the pole part to vault himself upright and got back into a spearfighting stance. He moved back into combat. Standing still had been disastrous so far, so he went with a distinctly more proactive approach this time. Keeping his distance, constantly moving around... Ready to stick the monster the first chance he got. "Willo, keep its comrade busy... I really am not in the mood to get flanked right now."
"Buddy there better be a 'please' in there somewhere," Willo muttered under her breath. She turned her attention away from the troll Jonathon had stabbed, if he thought he could take it, then she'd let'im at it. Instead, she whirled back around to spot the troll that had instead leapt for them, and dashed for that one.
"Alrighty big guy, let's dance!"
The troll Jonathan was confronting continiously faced him as Jonathan encricled it, leaving little openings for any attacks. Yet again it struck the ground, sending even more debris flying towards him. His armor did a good job of protecting him, but it was unlikely he would be able to keep this up forever.
Willos opponent was just pulling itself out of the ground as Willo dashed towards it. It responded fairly late with an attempted hit with its giant fist, leaving Willo with ample time to react as needed.
After some more circling, Jonathan decided that this current stratagem would also not work. He suddendly sprang, spinning his lance over his head a single time to build momentum, and then switching it to a whip. With the momentum built up, he lashed out at the troll. Whether his attack hit or not, he switched back to spear immediately afterwards to take advantage of any openings this manouver created... all in all, the entire move took maybe two seconds to perform. It was his intent to continue heckling his opponent like this. Movign differently each time as to not give it any ideas of grabbing onto his whip again.
“Why, you’re in the town of Kiruth.” Joshua laughed, which was surprising, considering how it looked like he’d been through a lot while he was gone.
“Listen. . . “ His tone suddenly became serious “. . . I apologize, but there is little time to be lost.” He then looked to Alexander side where laid on the ground. “Larion should be fine for now.” He told Alex, unaware of the mental struggle the two were in. “I assume you and Imgor got yourself set up at this inn?" He asked, which in turn made Alexander realize he passed out not even moments after exiting the building. "Get Imgor and come to the castle. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He gave Alexander a pat on the shoulder before sprinting off towards the castle in the distance.
"Aight shiny, you an' me then," she said, glancing to Jonathon.
Jonathan took a more conservative approach, he simply unfurled the whip lance from his belt and locked it into a lance mode. He didn't have the advantage of horseback right now, so he would have to make use of the other asset his lance granted him... reach.
Similar to their synchronized roar beforehand, the two beasts charged at the two combat-ready trainees, the ground cracking under their heavy steps.
"Alright, behind me!" Jonathan commanded, his voice amking it clear there was no time for argueing. He set one foot in front, one foot in back... braced himself as he had been thought. A charge was a charge, whether it was a mounted knight or a blight beast.
"Oh, a gentleman!" she laughed, and followed along behind. In the back of her mind she knew she'd have to be careful, there'd be little if any Flitting this go around, not after the last fight.
Finally the actions of the two creatures diverged as one continued the charge while the other leapt in the air, at absurd height really, considering the mass of the sickened being.
"Willo, intercept jumper!" Jonathan wasn't even bothering with complete sentences anymore, he lowered his spear to continue his original strategy of breaking the chaarge with a braced spear strike... Finding a good spot to strike was always a gamble, and this time, he bet his cards on the creature's oversized arm. He would just have to hope its increased mass also meant increased bloodflow, and thus... increased bleeding.
Intercept? If Willo hadn't been otherwise engaged she might have stopped to laugh at him. Intercept, what was she going to do? Tackle the big fuck? No way in hell was she running face first into that thing. Instead, she let Jonathon go ahead, and waited, Cinderwill primed back, to meet it on the ground, where it damn well ought to have been.
The charging troll stopped in its tracks just in front of Jonathans lance and smacked its oversized fist into the ground. Were it not for the ability of the lance to turn into a whip it would have been snapped in half like a twig. Instead it was forcefully shifted into its whip mode. At the same time rocks were sent flying by the impact pelting Jonathan, while forcefully pushing him backwards to the point where he nearly stumbled over Willo. It was at that point the two likely realized the nature of their situation. If they were not take serious action with the next second or so, the other beast would land on both of them, with crushing results.
A second however, was all that Jonathan needed. At least in real time. When he realized the dire straits he was in, a more supernatural skill was made manifest. To an outside observer, it would be as if he acquired nigh presciencs. Everything moved as if suspended in syrup, and he had all the time in the world to see the little crack he could exploit... That crack, would be the momentum his whiplance still had. He allowed the weapon to fly out behind him, and then adjusted it ever so slightly. Right past Willo... and coiling around the leg of the looming threat above him. The moment that happened, he simply pulled forward and downward...
Willo didn't bother with trying to figure out what had happened, or how Jonathon had reacted as quickly as he had. Instead, on pure instinct she dashed away and tried to Flitter, only for a soreness to pulse through her and leave her stumbling a few feet sideward.
The momentum of Jonathans whip was just enough to pull the massive hazard out of the way. The creature crashed into the ground, narrowly missing Jonathan, yet the shockwave created sent him flying over where Willo was standing moments ago. Willo on the other hand was mostly unaffected by the impact. The other creature emerged from behind the point of impact, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, grabbed Jonathans whip, apparently intending to pull him closer. The razors didn't seem to dig very deeply into the foes flesh, It were certainly tough.
Plagued beings usually were just mindless beasts. They usually had a very crude sense of their surroundings. That such a mindless beast could comprehend the nature of the tie between Jonathan and his weapon, and moreover that it was capable of problem-solving, like using it to pull Jonathan closer, was astonishing. Even Lazarus seemed surprised, as he observed the events unfolding in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
Jonathan's mind, still riding the residual wave of hyperawareness, quickly processed what was going on. He was not going to win a tug of war against this thing anytime soon, so the next best option seemed to be to again use its strength against it. With his off-hand, he drew his saber. by the time the monster pulled him in, he was desperately twisting his sword around. He had little practical experience with left-handed saber styles, but necesitty was the mother of invention. He completely surrendered to the momentum with which he was flying towards his foe. His saber pointed sharp-side at the monster's torso.
Willo made the split decision to ignore the freshly-grounded troll in favor of assisting Jonathon with the other. Of course, deciding to do it didn't make it so, and while she did in fact sprint for it, she waited a moment to see if any opportunities presented themselves. Mayhaps not the wisest move, but, it was a reaction.
Jonathans saber cut deeply into the sickened trolls torso and promptly remained lodged in its body. The troll, likewise let go of Jonathans whip and swung his man-sized fist with surprising speed. Jonathan was in the unfortunate path of it, this time having no possibility to dogde in the required time due to a rather awkward landing on the beasts body.
"Shit" was all jonathon thought as he saw the giant mass of meat coming directly for him. He wasn't in a position to dodge, and in all likelihood he wouldn't have been able even if he had been in more favorable positions due to his heavy armor. That same heavy armor however, provided quite a serviceable barrier between the full brunt of the troll's might. He rolled with the strike, which sent him sailing through the air. He hit the wall with a metallic thud and fell to the ground. For a moment, it looked like he wasn't getting up... then however, he flicked the switch on his whip, and it retracted back into a lance. He used the pole part to vault himself upright and got back into a spearfighting stance. He moved back into combat. Standing still had been disastrous so far, so he went with a distinctly more proactive approach this time. Keeping his distance, constantly moving around... Ready to stick the monster the first chance he got. "Willo, keep its comrade busy... I really am not in the mood to get flanked right now."
"Buddy there better be a 'please' in there somewhere," Willo muttered under her breath. She turned her attention away from the troll Jonathon had stabbed, if he thought he could take it, then she'd let'im at it. Instead, she whirled back around to spot the troll that had instead leapt for them, and dashed for that one.
"Alrighty big guy, let's dance!"
The troll Jonathan was confronting continiously faced him as Jonathan encricled it, leaving little openings for any attacks. Yet again it struck the ground, sending even more debris flying towards him. His armor did a good job of protecting him, but it was unlikely he would be able to keep this up forever.
Willos opponent was just pulling itself out of the ground as Willo dashed towards it. It responded fairly late with an attempted hit with its giant fist, leaving Willo with ample time to react as needed.
After some more circling, Jonathan decided that this current stratagem would also not work. He suddendly sprang, spinning his lance over his head a single time to build momentum, and then switching it to a whip. With the momentum built up, he lashed out at the troll. Whether his attack hit or not, he switched back to spear immediately afterwards to take advantage of any openings this manouver created... all in all, the entire move took maybe two seconds to perform. It was his intent to continue heckling his opponent like this. Movign differently each time as to not give it any ideas of grabbing onto his whip again.
“Why, you’re in the town of Kiruth.” Joshua laughed, which was surprising, considering how it looked like he’d been through a lot while he was gone.
“Listen. . . “ His tone suddenly became serious “. . . I apologize, but there is little time to be lost.” He then looked to Alexander side where laid on the ground. “Larion should be fine for now.” He told Alex, unaware of the mental struggle the two were in. “I assume you and Imgor got yourself set up at this inn?" He asked, which in turn made Alexander realize he passed out not even moments after exiting the building. "Get Imgor and come to the castle. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He gave Alexander a pat on the shoulder before sprinting off towards the castle in the distance.
@Natsucooldude@Mcmolly I'd be available atm, if you two would like to do the collab.
@Eklispe Did a small edit to my previous post to make it more clearer. The part where Larion was chained up was happening 'in his head' so to speak, while Alex was unconscious, he wasn't actually chained.
Past the door, stairs led to what the two could only assume was the cellar they were supposed to clear. The descent was long and as they progressed the aesthetics of the environment changed. The chiseled stone slabs which put together the hall they were in previously were replaced by rough uneven ones.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs they were faced with another enormous corridor extending to their right. At the end of it another similar hallways extended in both directions.
However the most noteworthy elements were two troll like creatures rambling around the area. They had to be at least twice the size of an average person. The fact that one of their arms was over-sized and took the shape of a gigantic claw, probably the just over half the size of their body, was clear indication of the plagues affliction. Most curious of things was how they looked almost identical. If Willo and Jonathan had learning anything over the course of their training, it was how end result of a plague infection was never the same, even if the infected species was.
The two beasts were still unaware of their presence, a fact which Lazarus nonchalantly changed as he spoke.
“Single-handedly defeating such a beast would no doubt prove difficult, but not impossible. Two of them even more so. I wish to see how well the two of you can work together, despite having just met.”
The two sickened trolls turned to face them and roared in unison, also revealing sharp teeth coated in black sludge. Lazarus glanced at them, took a few steps back and crossed his arms.
Willo knew Lazarus would only be an observant to this battle, having seen this posture all too often.
The light in front of Alex vanished together with Larion and was quickly replaced by a blur of murky colors. He felt a few pats on his cheek followed by a faint voice.
“Ah, there we go.”
Alexander quickly realized it was Joshua standing over him. Not in all good shape either. His attire was visibly beat-up and what seemed like traces of blood ran down from his forehead all the way to his chin.
Larion laid on the ground next to him, slightly trembling, his consciousness still clung to Alexanders mind, and dearly so. This required a considerable amount of concentration, however if Alexander let go now Larion would be forever lost to him.
At least the pain was no longer so intense.
“No time to squabble. We should wake up Imgor. Actually you are going to do that. I must see if I can catch up to the old friend I was talking about back at the hideout. Once you’re at the castle we’ll also see to Larion, yes? He doesn’t seem well.” Joshua explained as he helped Alexender up to his feet and prepared to leave.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs they were faced with another enormous corridor extending to their right. At the end of it another similar hallways extended in both directions.
However the most noteworthy elements were two troll like creatures rambling around the area. They had to be at least twice the size of an average person. The fact that one of their arms was over-sized and took the shape of a gigantic claw, probably the just over half the size of their body, was clear indication of the plagues affliction. Most curious of things was how they looked almost identical. If Willo and Jonathan had learning anything over the course of their training, it was how end result of a plague infection was never the same, even if the infected species was.
The two beasts were still unaware of their presence, a fact which Lazarus nonchalantly changed as he spoke.
“Single-handedly defeating such a beast would no doubt prove difficult, but not impossible. Two of them even more so. I wish to see how well the two of you can work together, despite having just met.”
The two sickened trolls turned to face them and roared in unison, also revealing sharp teeth coated in black sludge. Lazarus glanced at them, took a few steps back and crossed his arms.
Willo knew Lazarus would only be an observant to this battle, having seen this posture all too often.
The light in front of Alex vanished together with Larion and was quickly replaced by a blur of murky colors. He felt a few pats on his cheek followed by a faint voice.
“Ah, there we go.”
Alexander quickly realized it was Joshua standing over him. Not in all good shape either. His attire was visibly beat-up and what seemed like traces of blood ran down from his forehead all the way to his chin.
Larion laid on the ground next to him, slightly trembling, his consciousness still clung to Alexanders mind, and dearly so. This required a considerable amount of concentration, however if Alexander let go now Larion would be forever lost to him.
At least the pain was no longer so intense.
“No time to squabble. We should wake up Imgor. Actually you are going to do that. I must see if I can catch up to the old friend I was talking about back at the hideout. Once you’re at the castle we’ll also see to Larion, yes? He doesn’t seem well.” Joshua explained as he helped Alexender up to his feet and prepared to leave.
The crummy steps of Lazarus and the two hunters-in-training reverberated through the long hallway, accompanied by the crackling sound of the dredged up debris bits that used to form a neat marble floor, getting crushed under their feet. It was rather amazing how easily the place turned into shambles after the rather short scuffle Willo had with the sickened creature. The blood trail, however, was still strikingly visible.
Lazarus instead entered the armory, opposite of the door where the trail ended, which also held the puzzle intended to allow passage through the now defunct barrier rune. A few seconds of peering at the rune on the wall and he glanced at Willo over his shoulder.
“Nothing. . . and a smile.” He revealed to her.
After another gander at the rune Lazarus turned around and walking in-between Willo and Jonathan, exited the armory. Walking up to the door on the other side of the hallway he merely waved his hand, urging the two to follow him.
Alexander found himself surrounded by a bright light. In an instant that brightness turned to darkness, with a mere crack in what appeared to be a canopy of murkiness. Alexanders eyes instinctively followed the light from its source to not far in front of him. There laid Larion, every extremity of his shackled with rusty chains.
The beam of light that fell unto Larion began narrowing and Alexander could feel dread overtaking him for some reasons. He didn’t know why, but he felt like that wasn’t supposed to happen. He was afraid the light would go away altogether.
Lazarus instead entered the armory, opposite of the door where the trail ended, which also held the puzzle intended to allow passage through the now defunct barrier rune. A few seconds of peering at the rune on the wall and he glanced at Willo over his shoulder.
“Nothing. . . and a smile.” He revealed to her.
After another gander at the rune Lazarus turned around and walking in-between Willo and Jonathan, exited the armory. Walking up to the door on the other side of the hallway he merely waved his hand, urging the two to follow him.
Alexander found himself surrounded by a bright light. In an instant that brightness turned to darkness, with a mere crack in what appeared to be a canopy of murkiness. Alexanders eyes instinctively followed the light from its source to not far in front of him. There laid Larion, every extremity of his shackled with rusty chains.
The beam of light that fell unto Larion began narrowing and Alexander could feel dread overtaking him for some reasons. He didn’t know why, but he felt like that wasn’t supposed to happen. He was afraid the light would go away altogether.
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