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Fantasy's Shattering

Of course keep in mind, your character will be instantly possessed once they touch it. This only happens during combat.

@TheWindel

I'm confused, they only get possessed during combat or they only get the power during combat? Are the constantly possessed?

Fantasy's Shattering

Hey if Ungis gives it up then you bet Mal's gonna take it. (I mean, the energy boost would suit him quite well)

The Road --Currently Closed--

Excellent!

Fantasy's Shattering

A curse danced on the edge of Mal's tongue as Naga hit dirt instead of the relic. As his swinging slowed, he pulled Crowley from the tree's bark and stumbled to the ground. The shadows gripping his chains dissipated in seconds as he struggled off the ground using the tree as leverage. He grinned at the scarlet warrior who knocked his spearhead out of the way as he started to pull back on the chains and work them into loops. His panting was heavy, and sweat dripped from his brow as he tumbled to the ground and leaned back against the tree. He scanned for the Relic. His vision passed over the rocky hands reaching out of the ground with one or two dislodged fingers, and they fell to the blindfolded man once more, who was holding the very same Relic in his hand. When the Crimson Streak's knife hit the relic, it must've knocked it over in that direction. Mal's eyes widened. He may have lost the race, but at least there was hope. Unlike the others, the blindfolded man gave off a somewhat different vibe. Maybe he wouldn't be willing to sell that power to the oppressive rulers of their world. It appeared as though the women in red was distracted by something else at the moment, but that wasn't Mal's concern at the moment. As he lay panting against the tree, with most of his energy expunged, he called out to the man. "Hey... What're you planning on doing with that relic?" He yelled from his sitting position. He tightened the chains around his waist like a belt of stone, "Coz if you weren't gonna sell it, then it's all yours..." He leaned back against the tree, and toyed with the idea of a nap. He could really use it, after all...

Fantasy's Shattering

Yeah, there's a bit of a challenge for that thing at the moment. Based on the descriptions for the Green Relic, It would definitely be beneficial for Mal to pick up. Even the weapons suit him ;) Of course, that doesn't mean anything if someone else wants it.

Fantasy's Shattering

Mal grinned as he felt brittle bone crack beneath his fist, but then he felt it shake beneath him as the earthen hands grabbed at the bear's side. He called back his chains, wiping one hand across his forehead to deal with access sweat as he panted while they returned. When he looked back, however, he caught the emerald gleam as the relic dropped from the creature's eye. The bear itself was shaking beneath him as it broke free of the rock's grasp, giving Mal little time to react. Already he was losing energy fast. His body was at the verge of aching as his adrenaline started to pewter away. He figured he could get two more commands in maximum, and that was giving up the strength and speed of the spirit to do so. He took a deep breath, and the mark's heat dissipated as the growing spirals returned to its point of origin. Then, with a quick glance at what was in front of him, and his hands firm on the two chains as they looped around his waist, he leaped off the giant creature and called to his chains. "Crowley, reach for the tree!" Mal shouted and the chain on his right complied. It stretched towards the bark and slammed the sharp point into the tree's side. Then, as his right hand grabbed the links firmly, he called the chain on his right into action, "Naga, grab that relic as we swing by!" His right chain pulled taut as his feet neared the ground. The left chain rushed forward towards the gemstone, and Mal's eyes widened as the girl in red leaped towards it from the tree. There was a split-second difference. It was still everyone's game, he told himself, but he knew that there was no way he'd have enough energy after this encounter to defend it feasibly. He really should've saved on the energy before coming here. Then again, he had not expected resistance. Or competition.

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“C’mon, give me a little credit,” Mal chuckled at the man’s disdain. Truth be told, Mal expected that this direct strike against the beast had little chance of doing anything, but it definitely made things a little easier on him as the beast started charging forwards. Already he could feel heat emanating from the mark on his neck as the beast drew closer. Always fearful for its own life, the spirit always seemed more willing to comply when close to immediate danger. With the relic in play, Mal would have to work against the group and for the group at the same time. So, when the bear finally diverted its path at last as someone swung overhead, and he could hear the incantations from the girl’s partner, Mal prepared to leap into action. “Snakes, return!” He shouted as the chains rushed back to his side. He was already letting go as they wrapped around his shoulders and his belt as he started running towards the creature. While its path had already diverted towards the mighty tree on which its assailant perched, Mal took advantage of the situation to run to its backside. The triangle mark spread outward in a spiral as his eyes started to glow. His feet started increasing in speed as he curved around the monster’s back and leaped towards it. “Snakes, find the bones and lift me up!” The chains exploded from his belt again and charged at the exposed bone on the undead bear. Both spikes found ribcage and gave him enough tension to haul him up its back side. With the chains in place he launched himself forward, grabbing hold of the fur on the back of its neck as he pulled his left fist back and slammed it into the beast’s collar bone with a spirit charged punch.

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Mal’s grin grew only wider at the man’s response, “Oh, right. Maybe it was the eastern forests where those flowers were common…” He didn’t have to be a genius to realize that the pair wasn’t looking at him anymore. His ears twitched as he heard the heavy stomping of the beast emerging from the treeline. Mal’s eyes caught the flash of silver that became knives at the girl’s side. It was only as he heard her not-so-stale tone of voice that Mal finally clued into what was actually going on. While the bear in itself was an unnatural monstrosity, he managed to pick out the green glimmer that seemed foreign even to the magical creature. The immediacy at which she jumped into action only confirmed his suspicions. Their conversation thus far did not yield their reason for chasing after these relics, so Mal would have to work on the base assumption that they would simply sell the relics back to the Imperium for the high bounty. If these things were as powerful as the stories stated, then they could not fall into the hands of the manipulative Capitol. If they weren’t planning on selling them, well, then he should at least try to help out. “Well, I may be wrong about flowers, but I won’t be wrong about myself.” His hands gripped the chains on his belt as waves of black-red energy surged from his palms and coated the wrapped layers of chains. “Snakes… Arise.” He whispered. In a rush of wind, the chains uncoiled from around his waist, sending his hooded shirt into a blustery fury as the spiked chains rose to his eye level. Two spikes floated at the sides of his head as his hands remained gripped on the chain remaining around his waist. “Now then, aim for the legs. Tangle them as best you can.” With the command, the two spikes rushed forward as he closed the distance so they could make their mark. Still the razor-sharp grin never left his face as he leaped into action.

Fantasy's Shattering

Just for the record, how big is this bear? Like, oversize or your garden variety grizzly size?

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At first, Mal head fell to the side with a playful tilt as he examined the group before him. The fourth person, a unique woman with interesting eyes had come out of nowhere, apparently. Or maybe he just got too caught up in the conversation once more and hadn’t been able to follow the path that she took to arrive at the group. Either way, it was quite the colourful cast in front of him. With his standard wide grin, he turned back to the short woman in the red cape. The other woman had called her “The Crimson Streak” or some other. While it was common practice for mercenaries to pick up nicknames and titles as they gained prestige, it seemed unusual that someone who came to look at flowers would hold a title of a similar merit. Even Mal found people calling him the Demon Prince recently. Which was odd, considering he was neither demon nor royalty. Why would he want to be considered part of that abhorrent group anyway? Mal suspected that the short woman was lying, but maybe they were lying to protect themselves. Or they may not want to give up their position if they were hunting the Legend Relics, the same as he was. That made a little more sense in his head. Still, he may as well have some fun with their words, even just a little. “Oh, you’re looking for flowers…” he drawled, following after the pair as they tried to step away, “Well then, someone who comes all this way to admire the flowers of Rivenwood probably knows about the White Spiderlily, one of the most lethal plants in existence? They say that just inhaling the pollen is enough for it to cause huge boils to burst out of the skin and explode with white, sticky pus, and they just keep appearing more and more rapidly until the person has no skin left… Only boils.” He looked up to the group, eyes still wary of the man with the eye-patch whose hand was sitting precariously close to the hilt of his blade. Mal’s fingers looped through the links of his belt as a precaution and then he presented the group with his usual smile.