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[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

And, er, yes. shall we use the titanpad that Tali provided, then?

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

The mage looked up, removing his hands from shielding his head from the flying and falling debris. In truth, the sound alone had alarmed him; having never been in a city beseiged before, the quaking, shattering volume of true canonfire was new to him. He looked back into the oncoming rank and file of blade and firearm and bit his lower lip. A full group of true soldiers was not something he was capable of simply blasting away, at least not now and likely not anytime soon. With a glance upwards, hoping to find a method to make the prince's request literal, the only threat that rained down on him was disappointment and further shards of stone. The ceilings and beams were entirely stone and he could not yet burn through so much rock, certainly not from so many feet below.

Thus he looked back down, bronze eyes scanning the room and the guards, piercing and analyzing as his mind raced. His magic, just as his sword, could only do so much at once. It would take triggering a metaphorical keystone into something much larger, much as a properly placed lever could move objects usually impassable. Walls of marble and stone, shards of glass littering the floor... an entourage of Crown Watchmen armed in plate, gambeson, halberd, sword and musket... what could fire and lightning set off?

The young man blinked. Muskets. Carried by men who carried bags of gunpowder at their sides-and a fair few in this group that he could see. Gunpowder that exploded when ignited.

The magi took a breath and stood up straight, holding one arm out in front of him while his other held back, hovering over his extended. He began to mumble utterly unintelligibly in the cacophany of shouts, boots slamming on stone and rubble and the roar of bells and cannonballs meeting stone, wood and glass. Though such long-distance spellworking was a subject with which he was still inexperienced, he could. The air wavered about his arm as he wove the snaking trail of heat to spread out like tendrils ensnaring between the guards, grabbing at their predictible placement of powder stock. Then with a slow... pleased sigh, he rolled his arm and removed the armored glove on his hand, back of his hand exposed to them. Then he shouted, his arrogant, sneering grin washing over his face as the air danced about him like flames.

"Escouade! Forme troisième! (Squadron, form tortoise)," the lead Chevalier shouted. In unison, the seasoned Crown Watch retainers all formed together and instantaneously formed a tight knit shield formation protecting all sides in a tortoise like pattern. "Quatre pas vers l'avant marche!! (March forwards ... four paces)"

"Hey, bastards!" he cried out as he raised his hand slowly, dramatically, seemingly wasting precious moments as they drew closer and only putting his middle finger to his thumb. "What do kings, priests and soldiers have in common?" he watched longer as they drew together, starting to shift to an attack formation... clumping together by type... and roared. "They all burn!"

Uriel, 'the Flame of God', snapped his fingers-and the spark burst into a screaming flame that travelled through the air like an igniting trail of oil right into the musketeers forming into line. In an instant, a series of explosions and screams rocked the air again in such a shattering burst of violent force and heat through the Crown Watch that many a seasoned men were sent scattering into death or disarray. Before the smoke cleared, a panting Uriel with eyes much more labored and filled with dismay and fear far more than the devilish grin he had flashed a moment before bolted past, latching onto Lucius's arm and pulling on him.

"That will have to be enough!" he whispered loudly, pleading. "Move!"

Uriel thanked whatever god or angel might have blessed him with the chaos. It hid shadows flickering against the wall while something insidious writhed within his flesh and self. The old rage in conflict with his master's insistence on kindness and responsibility, reminded of it by the noble relative in his grasp, nevermind the danger of them discovering his condition... for now, blessing the cursed carnage and destruction was all that he could do.

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

Eh, sometimes. Players are allowed to control general non-player characters without me, although I do oversee major ones. The players often want to have me at least oversee their use of the guard, though.

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

Aye, groups of three and non-player characters work. And if you wish, Bright_Ops; if it is to a point that you are ready for Quill to come, then aye, you can go ahead.

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

Pretty much.

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

... there is not a single detail about that that calls for changing. Wow. Very well done. Post as you may. Perhaps pair up with Kendansa and/or Link in the central plaza?

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

No, Hylians are something specific and is a plot point later on.

[Still Seeking Players] The Legend of Zelda: The White Triforce

Apologies, everyone; I have one heck of a weekend. I have barely slept at all @~@

Aye. Post up a character sheet and I will review it, Burthstone!

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Uriel's eyes flashed in excitement as Ona told him. Elemental. Hunger shone in his eyes as he glanced in the jagged cliffside's direction as though a feast had just been laid before a starving man.

Elemental. Could he, perchance, study it enough to learn how to master these demons set to soon ravage his flesh and savage his soul?

He was left little time to ponder it, though, as Lucius came to his decision. Thankfully, to the hidden cliffside it was. In short order, they had begun their ascent up the exposed stone face.

It was slow and perilous work, to be certain-although apparently much less so for Uriel. Even armored, just his lack of exhaustion as compared to the others gave him a distinct advantage. Even so, they all made it up unnoticed, if only just.

The minutes later whereupon they stood, hidden atop within the edges of the edges of the Palais, curious wonder bubbled up within him. Lucius's childhood home certainly intrigued him... however, there was no time for idle curiosity. Ona was indeed right regarding their priority. However... that was somewhat amiss with Uriel's aim. He needed privacy, else he risked exposing his secret and them finding out presented grave danger, especially considering the circumstances. Lucius had already been betrayed just the night before; he was not inclined to rely on him taking Uriel at his word alone that he was not working for Conqvist if he discovered the bastard usurper's leash tethered to his spirit, nevermind the others. Thus, his course of action should be...

"... actually. Lucius, I can deal with the seeress-however, not with the guard putting blades at my back. This one here," he said with a wave to Ona, "can direct me to her and the magic near her. I can deal with it-and best for me to do so, with it being elemental. Keep any guards from walking in on me and I will remove the threats."

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

I will have my post up tomorrow. In the meantime, Om-nomia! said this in skype:

"I could envision the lovely Dae and Uriel’s lovechild shooting zombies."