Necrophage

Neon Skies

Writing up a sheet as soon as I get home.

Neon Skies

I'd have written something by now but I have both school and work today.

Neon Skies: Cyberpunk Adventure looking for more players

Well this is interesting. A Shadowrun-esque roleplay sounds fun. I'd be up for it.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

The counter was brazen and aggressive. Blake flew right over the spikes meant to kill him, expending magical energy to keep in the fight. The brigand leader's uncanny burst of energy put Rem in a poor position to escape. Rem took a step back, not realizing until it was too late that there was no time to get out of the way. He threw his left arm up, hurdling a cyclone of wind around him to shield himself. Blake's hammer bit into the whirlwind, almost getting brushed to the side from the circular motion. It wasn't quite enough to keep the marauder back, however. The wind slapped into him as he entered and disrupted it. Blake's hammer smacked into Rem's arm with a sick, wet slap, stopping just short of his goal but landing a hit nonetheless.

Rem cried out in surprise and stumbled back, holding his broken arm. It was purple all across his forearm and bent at a grotesque angle. That surprise was turned to anger in place of any other emotion. The druid let out what could only be described as a growl, bearing his teeth and fierce eyes. He flung his good arm up, casting dust from the ground into Blake's face and moving back. His calm demeanor was shattered. "Captain, take your allies and find my companion!" Rem shouted out to the caravan survivors. He shifted his hand, gesturing more of the dust from around into the air and keeping the cover up as he moved again to keep Blake from striking him based only on his voice. "If you don't, you will die!"

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

It was time to get serious? This Blake fellow was clearly out of his mind. Rem dropped one hand, leaving only a single one as the focus of the wind channeling. Letting it hang a moment as he focused, he brought it up slowly from his side before dropping the other and ultimately the magic he was spelling. The wind died down and he finished his other action, whipping his arm up like he were ferociously lifting a dumbbell. The ground tremored and a line of spikes jutted from its surface, starting at the druid and growing larger and more deadly as they got closer to Blake. He was intent on impaling him now.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

Blake descended with a hammer swing, intent on crushing the druid without any further thought. Rem lept back, assisted by the wind. It was enough to clear him of the hammer blow but the sheer magnitude blasted the ground sending chunks of earth everywhere and kicking dust into the air. Stray rocks flung through the air and knocked Rem off balance. He landed on his side and rolled onto all fours. He glared up at Blake. At some point he lost his staff but he didn't need it for his magic. The two combatants varied greatly in size and trying to contend with Blake up close without being able to match his strength or his enchanted hammer was reckless. He would have to keep his distance and weather him down. Literally.

Rem took to a knee and stood back up. A rock had dashed his face during the fall and he was bleeding from a shallow cut but he didn't seem to notice it yet in the heat of the moment. He drew up his arms slowly, clenching his hands as if drawing in some invisible force. The intensity of his expression was palpable as he focused on the magic. As he drew his hands to mid-chest level he thrust them both forward, propelling a wind blast that would break the bones on normal people at Blake and creating a wind tunnel effect as he channeled it to keep Blake pinned.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

The explosion caught Rem by surprise as well, he had no idea what it was or who it had originated from. He passed a glance back to see the staggered men that had shot at him moments ago. Their leader took the chance to move. The brute made a break straight for the two captains, even if it meant he had to ignore a threat right in front of him. Perhaps he was more concerned with the fate of his men. To Rem, those men had sealed their fate by becoming the aggressors here.

The earth started to rumble beneath them as the obvious shift of rock and dirt took place. Rem steadied himself on his staff as the rolling earth grew more intense. The earth in a broad area around Blake became uneven, lifting and lowering in spots as it became a separated mess of ledges and falls, making traversal much more difficult. "Still intent on murder I see." The druid commented. He lifted his right hand, gripping his pinky and thumb inward with the other three digits extended. He sharply stabbed his hand into the air. The ground followed in response, launching three shards of sharp rock from the soil beneath Rem's feet at Blake.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

Rem smiled at Blake, the kind of half-mad smile that expresses the realization of just how much crap you're in. "Did that lightning taste any good? I always figured it would taste like purple." The druid joked. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he whistled loudly and sharply, echoing all down the pass. The sound was attracting something, like a magicked call. "These ones taste purple too. Don't let them sting you." He lied. The tiny fluttering of wings could be heard even over the sounds of battle. Hundreds of them, maybe even thousands. The little purple dragonflies swarmed at Blake. Totally benign creatures but there was no telling if he knew that. Using something dangerous had crossed his mind but there was no guarantee he would have been able to keep them from murdering everything in sight except himself.

Blake's danger was only mitigated with that swarm in his face, Rem ran over a proper solution. He ran his sense of magic deep, tugging on the strength of the earth that rested beneath him. If Blake could dissipate what magic he used then he wouldn't hit him directly with magic. He felt for it in the stone beneath the dirt that ran all the way up to the rock face protruding from the ground. He could borrow some of that and return it when he was finished. Rem flexed his arm instinctively, feeling the rock shuffle beneath like it was part of him.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass

The druid was pushed from the roof by Blake's overwhelming strength. He slid onto the ground and would have lost footing if he didn't use his staff for leverage. He thought about how quickly he could end this if he needed to but the thought itself was reckless. Using too much power would only prove to harm the people he was trying to protect. He glanced in the direction of the other assassins and frowned. Whatever they were preparing didn't look good for him but he didn't have the time to worry. Another moment and Blake would have the prize he so stubbornly sought.

Just then Captain Zay opened the door. He and several others were trying to get out of the caravan. Rem gave him a look and then gestured with his head toward the ranged ambushers before returning attention to Blake. While it was possible they could run or fight it wasn't possible to move everyone safely at once. There were too many wounded still left behind. This would have to be quick. Energy crackled in Rem's left hand. It was a palpable, hair raising current. Several flashes lit in his left hand before he gripped it tightly and it let loose a resounding crack with blinding light. Lightning was dangerous for anyone to use. It was generally seen as a higher tier elemental magic, like manipulating lava currents or deadly gases. It was even more dangerous to be on the receiving end. In the dark the lightning whip was blindingly brilliant, like one constant surge of light and current. With a sound like the rolling thunder, Rem swept the lighting whip across the roof of the caravan to strike Blake.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - East Crags

Daelin was in bind with the myti taking initiative despite personally injury to herself. He crashed against the ground with an, "Oof!". The crossbow clattered to the side. Daelin instinctively went for the dagger with his own arm, intent on preventing her from the getting the finishing blow by any means. Before she was able to get it to his throat he stopped her arm with his forearm and held there in desperation. She may not have been physically stronger but in a full mount position like this it didn't matter, Daelin was in tough spot.

The psychic assault that followed made Daelin go wide-eyed. He'd never had someone trying to fish around in his head or force him to do anything. It was like trying to struggle to stay awake when you've been awake for days. It looked like Daelin was about to say something but whether it was for the myti's sake or just to alert his allies wasn't apparent as his eyes went blank and slumped back like a ragdoll.

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

A volley of arrows was flying for Rem. The druid made no movement to react. The wind itself kicked up in a ferocious wall that snapped all the projectiles out of the air and flew down the pass to ram into the ambushers. The arrows broke on impact, flying off in several different directions in splinters. If the wind wall didn't incapacitate them it would take a moment for them to recover and reload if they were bold enough for another volley. The time to pay attention to Blake was now. Rem boosted himself onto the caravan with a gust of wind and smashed his staff down toward Blake as he descended. The druid was aggressively boosting his own strength, knowing full well that Blake was likely a soul magic user or greater from the huge impact he made on the caravan. It was a good thing Rem was in this position and not the younger druid. He actually had formidable close range capabilities himself.