RedXCross

Fantasy's Shattering

A decisive chill ran up Mal’s spine as the man stepped away. The moment the blindfold fell from his eyes, it was almost like Mal was staring at a completely other person. He didn’t know what caused the change. Maybe he held a more prominent spirit inside him? It wasn’t completely impossible. He vaguely remembered reading something about spirit levels… maybe in his father’s research. Dealing with both the heavy mist cloaking his past and the exhaustion that coiled around him made it difficult to recall. Still, Mal complied with the man’s commands, not willing to deal with whatever was coming next. He was careless with this one. There was a reason he usually set up in bigger cities. It meant easier escapes, more places to hide, and plenty of time to rest between confrontations. “I’ll just stay here then…” Mal grinned, stumbling back against the tree, “Maybe I’ll try to catch a bit of rest.” The moment he let go of the Ugnis, the spirit inside him started to calm. Its offensive thrashing around that wasted more energy that Mal was thrilled about. He would just have to hope he could stay out of this next encounter and recover whatever energy He could so he could deal with whatever was coming the next day. So, with a satisfied yawn, even as a monster stomped off in the distance. Mal leaned against the back of the tree, and willingly shut his eyes. Any amount of rest would help, even if only for a few moments. Besides, he had a sinking feeling that the man had more to him than originally suggested.

The Road --Currently Closed--

@gogojakeo Kay cool, I just wasn't as versed as I thought I was. Sorry 'bout that. It just confused me at first.

The Road --Currently Closed--

@gogojakeo Uh, just a fact checking thing that's bugging me a bit... I mean, it's entirely up to you what you call it, but "irish" wasn't a language. Gaelic is one language they speak, but Irish is what you call someone from Ireland... It's all up to you, though. I mean, the world has been kinda dead for a while now.

Perfect Crime .Inc

Hey, when the CS is done, do you want it posted directly to the character tab or OC first so it can be moved later?

Fantasy's Shattering

Mal gritted his teeth slowing his breath slightly as the shadows at the edge of his vision started to dissipate. He felt the man next to him lifting him back to a standing position, but his eyes were still focused on the back of the man as he walked away. His hand twitched at his side as he felt anger like magma melt through his veins. The next time the two of them met, Mal was going to put everything into destroying him. He could almost feel the red gem and dark chain in his pocket waiting for the next target, but Mal shook that thought away. The fate of his pendulum was for the worst of the worst. Simple death would be satisfactory for Patchy the Asshole. He patted at his bag. Assuring its position on his back acted as a security blanket for a second, briefly pacifying him as he glanced back at the blindfolded man - Ungis, with a toothy grin. "Well... It's been a long day. And when you have three different types of magic fighting for dominance of your body, one of which being nearly sentient, it tends to put a bit of a strain on you," Mal explained, "Anyway. If we turn left here, I think we can walk back the way we came and into the little townstead..." He stopped to catch his breath. The spirit inside him was still reacting quite violently to the power of the relic in the man's possession. It wasn't aggression, however. Actually, now that he had the time to stop and feel it out, it actually felt like fear. At least the nicest person in the group he had the pleasure of talking to now had his hands on it. Hopefully he did a good job protecting it. With a final glance back in the direction of the red woman and her clunky asshole lackey (who now had a mark on his back, according to Mal), he turned to Ungis once more. "Thanks a lot. I usually compensate better for my... endurance problems."

Fantasy's Shattering

Question: though I don't see it becoming super pertinent until a later time, what's the policy on Character Death?

Fantasy's Shattering

I think I'll wait for FVGT to respond too, since i was kinda using him as support. And the Relic's technically his at the moment... this is getting heated :)

Perfect Crimes Inc.

Yes please! Sign me up!

Fantasy's Shattering

Mal's smile was softer than normal as he took the hand of the blindfolded man and hauled himself up to his feet. He barely managed to keep from stumbling into the man as exhaustion tried to weigh him down. Even at this distance he could feel the magic energy buzzing off his skin. He could feel the spirit inside him strain against his skin as if prepared to lash out at the object. "Thanks..." He chuckled, "and the name's Mal Tersva. Pleasure..." He struggled to keep his balance. The chains went from something bearable to the weight of the world as his legs shook. He was a legitimate glass cannon - he knew that. And the spirit sapped a lot from him too. His eyelids felt like falling down on him, which he really wish they didn't - Because with Eye-patch's last comment, Mal desperately wanted to drive one of his snakes through the man's throat. Still using Blindfold as support, he stepped towards the eye-patch guy, "Oh, because the people you're selling it to will just lock it away, right? Or are you apathetic to the rest of the world's plight? The 13 might've stopped the Shattering but this world is still in shambles, and I doubt some selfish ruler is gonna make it better..." And with his monologue, Mal fell to his knees, his breathing heavy as dark spots gathered at the edges of his vision. Damn it... don't pass out now! he thought as he held onto consciousness with heavy breathing.

Fantasy's Shattering

<Snipped quote by RedXCross> Both. To use their power, they become possessed. Out of combat, it's just a shiny. Golem did it right in his post with Yem and the black Relic.

@TheWindel

Okay, understood, thanks!