Koshraa's unit had been pummeled by spells, arrows, and orc catapults until they were nearly obliterated. Koshraa had just barely managed to avoid getting killed and she ha been using everything she had, even going so far as to use her throwing knives to knock orcs off the wall. The last guard in her unit was hit in the neck with an arrow and Koshraa ran towards an empty wall tower. She managed to get inside without drawing attention to herself, creating an illusion of her death behind her to make sure the orcs wouldn't look for her. She pressed herself against the wall near the window so she could see the oncoming army but she was hidden from their view. She thought for a second about what she could possibly try to do when she heard the Southern Gate fall and cursed in her own language.
Koshraa turned her head back to the army and took a deep breath "Come on Koshraa, think! What would Talika tell you to do?" She thought back to the priestess that had taught her about magic and repeated some of her teachings "Find what they fear and force it down their throats. Never let them see you but always see them. Weaknesses are beneath you, theirs are your weapons." She flinched as a rock struck a nearby section of wall and the soldiers screamed as they fell.
She forced herself to focus "Energy is nothing without focus. You can be the most powerful sorceress in history, but only if you let the fire within you grow into a mighty inferno you can control."
Koshraa closed her eyes and tried to think of some weakness, something the orcs fear that she could show them. Finally she smiled and turned towards the window, waving her hands and muttering the most powerful incantations for illusions that she knew. Within moments she created a huge image of the orc god Asmodeus, Talika had shown her orc drawings and art of the dark god and now Koshraa finally had a use for it. The image stood as tall as the castle walls and looked as realistic as she possibly could, but she could feel it draining her. She smirked as the orc soldiers fell down in terror and awe and she gulped as she racked her brain to think of something it could do to convince the orcs that it was indeed their master but finally settled on giving it a satisfied smile and nodding to its "soldiers". Koshraa made the illusion raise its hand and point away from the city and prayed to whatever god would listen, except Asmodeus, that it would work.
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Jenna had been in too much pain to register being picked up or flown across Gotham, but now that she had gotten a little bit of rest, the pain was starting to subside. Her painful unconscious dreams were fading and she started to hear unfamiliar voices.
"How could you......Here! You don't....Know....She is!"
"I do." That voice was more familiar to Jenna but she couldn't quite place it.
"Oh yeah? What's....Name....Genius?" Jenna tried to swallow but her throat was too dry and she didn't have the energy to open her eyes yet.
"Uhh, that...don't know...But I....know who she is." Her hearing finally became clear "She's someone who's willing to risk her life to save some scared hostages. That puts her pretty high in my esteem."
"Oh well forgive me for questioning your judgement then, just excuse me if I don't leave out the good silverware around her." If Jenna could glare at the unknown man, she would be.
"Just shutup for now and help me get this armour off, huh? I think the clasps broke in that fall." Finally Jenna realized that the man who was defending her was the guy in the suit that had crashed into the Deadshot fiasco.
She opened her eyes and saw concrete above her and around her in the walls. Jenna started to panic when she realized she was in an underground station of some sort, and she had no idea where she was. She stayed quiet as she turned her head and saw the guy in the suit and another man in a welder's mask trying to get the metal off. There were a lot of computer monitors and other high end tech all over the station and she was really confused. Jenna thought about teleporting home but she knew she'd never be able to make it that far for a while yet. She sat up and winced as her belly screamed in protest and unwillingly let out a small grunt of pain, just loud enough to get the attention of the two men. Jenna grit her teeth and held her stomach with her arm and leaned most of her weight on the other arm on the small cot. She glared and spoke coldly, using all of her experience and skill to keep her panic and confusion out of her voice and face.
"Where am I? And who the hell are you?" She focused her glare on the guy in the welder's mask.
"How could you......Here! You don't....Know....She is!"
"I do." That voice was more familiar to Jenna but she couldn't quite place it.
"Oh yeah? What's....Name....Genius?" Jenna tried to swallow but her throat was too dry and she didn't have the energy to open her eyes yet.
"Uhh, that...don't know...But I....know who she is." Her hearing finally became clear "She's someone who's willing to risk her life to save some scared hostages. That puts her pretty high in my esteem."
"Oh well forgive me for questioning your judgement then, just excuse me if I don't leave out the good silverware around her." If Jenna could glare at the unknown man, she would be.
"Just shutup for now and help me get this armour off, huh? I think the clasps broke in that fall." Finally Jenna realized that the man who was defending her was the guy in the suit that had crashed into the Deadshot fiasco.
She opened her eyes and saw concrete above her and around her in the walls. Jenna started to panic when she realized she was in an underground station of some sort, and she had no idea where she was. She stayed quiet as she turned her head and saw the guy in the suit and another man in a welder's mask trying to get the metal off. There were a lot of computer monitors and other high end tech all over the station and she was really confused. Jenna thought about teleporting home but she knew she'd never be able to make it that far for a while yet. She sat up and winced as her belly screamed in protest and unwillingly let out a small grunt of pain, just loud enough to get the attention of the two men. Jenna grit her teeth and held her stomach with her arm and leaned most of her weight on the other arm on the small cot. She glared and spoke coldly, using all of her experience and skill to keep her panic and confusion out of her voice and face.
"Where am I? And who the hell are you?" She focused her glare on the guy in the welder's mask.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Kayli Morson
Age(15-25): 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'5"
Personality(you can keep it basic to RP it out if you like): Smart, Sarcastic, Compassionate
Equipment: A quarterstaff she uses to channel her magic
History: She grew up in a small town with no siblings, so she was pretty much free to do whatever she wanted. Her mother was a mage so at a young age she decided to follow in her footsteps. She met Sheren when she was 8 and instantly they became best friends. She always liked going to Sheren's house because of Sheren's large family that she never had. They went to school together and when Kayli's mother enrolled her in the Aldareen school, she worked for weeks to convince Sheren to come with her.
Paired with: Sheren "L'arc" Thornside (Falconi)
Emotional bond description: They are best friends but rivals at the same time, competing with each other very often.
Familiar(Mage only): She has a hawk named Joshua with magically enhanced senses, even for a bird.
Familiar species and description/pic:
Other(optional): Joshua is a little on the goofy side, and Kayli often has to get him out of weird places. Most of the time she lets him fly free and only summons him to her when she needs him.
Age(15-25): 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'5"
Personality(you can keep it basic to RP it out if you like): Smart, Sarcastic, Compassionate
Equipment: A quarterstaff she uses to channel her magic
History: She grew up in a small town with no siblings, so she was pretty much free to do whatever she wanted. Her mother was a mage so at a young age she decided to follow in her footsteps. She met Sheren when she was 8 and instantly they became best friends. She always liked going to Sheren's house because of Sheren's large family that she never had. They went to school together and when Kayli's mother enrolled her in the Aldareen school, she worked for weeks to convince Sheren to come with her.
Paired with: Sheren "L'arc" Thornside (Falconi)
Emotional bond description: They are best friends but rivals at the same time, competing with each other very often.
Familiar(Mage only): She has a hawk named Joshua with magically enhanced senses, even for a bird.
Familiar species and description/pic:
Other(optional): Joshua is a little on the goofy side, and Kayli often has to get him out of weird places. Most of the time she lets him fly free and only summons him to her when she needs him.
Feneya winced as the serf worked on getting the arrow out of her shoulder. The blood poured more freely down her side once the arrow was out all the way and Feneya sighed when she realized her wing was fractured as well. Feneya looked at the Erithian dragonelle as she spoke to her master's mind, Feneya knew she was convincing him to stay with her despite her injuries. Once the dragon left Feneya realized she was alone with the serf, even though the scent of human blood was heavy in the air. She looked more closely at the dragonelle that was licking her wound to clean it and realized she was far younger than herself. The strong urge to send the Erithian away rose again with a renewed strength in Feneya's hearts and she cocked her head slightly.
Feneya guessed the dragonelle had not yet reached her first century yet and Feneya felt her protective instincts rise again. She smelled the human scent in the air and tried to figure out some way to get all of the young dragons she had found herself with to leave, to get to safety. She knew that she would not be able to fly for a while and it would take just as long for her to be able to create a strong enough foua to defend herself from human hunters, but she also knew that the others had to live. Feneya shifted sightly to ease the pain in her wing and sighed as she tried to find at least one reason the dragonelles would accept, she wasn't too worried about the dragon, she could tell he wanted to survive. Finally Feneya decided to get to know the serf better and perhaps convince her to leave.
"What is your name, Serf?" Feneya was feeling a little stronger in the short time she had rested, but her wing and shoulder were still in a lot of pain.
Feneya guessed the dragonelle had not yet reached her first century yet and Feneya felt her protective instincts rise again. She smelled the human scent in the air and tried to figure out some way to get all of the young dragons she had found herself with to leave, to get to safety. She knew that she would not be able to fly for a while and it would take just as long for her to be able to create a strong enough foua to defend herself from human hunters, but she also knew that the others had to live. Feneya shifted sightly to ease the pain in her wing and sighed as she tried to find at least one reason the dragonelles would accept, she wasn't too worried about the dragon, she could tell he wanted to survive. Finally Feneya decided to get to know the serf better and perhaps convince her to leave.
"What is your name, Serf?" Feneya was feeling a little stronger in the short time she had rested, but her wing and shoulder were still in a lot of pain.
Hahaha! At least you tried.
Forest, nooo!
Awesome!
Jenna was lost in her unconscious world as she felt nothing but pain. She had stretched herself thin, much thinner than ever before and she felt like the pain was going to rip her apart. A loud crashing sound pierced through her mind and she just barely opened her eyes to see the suit man fall and land near her. She couldn't move, the pain was too much for her, so Jenna watched through half closed eyes.
"Hey soldier. Get up, fight ain't over yet." He spoke and Jenna tried as hard as she could to move, to do something.
She fought through the pain and turned her head towards the hole in the ceiling, her eyes painfully widening as she saw Deadshot walk over to the bird guy she had teleported. Jenna tried to move as Deadshot pointed his gun at the bird and said "G'night birdie."
She gritted her teeth and pushed her body up with her arms, trying to do something to save him. Suddenly a gunshot rang out and she looked fearfully up at the masked man, who was actually fighting Deadshot and winning. Jenna collapsed again and listened to the sounds of fighting and then a motorcycle being driven away.
The pain resurfaced and Jenna turned towards the man in the suit. Her eyes widened as she realized that sirens and the sounds of heavy footsteps were getting closer. She couldn't stay there, she did not want to get involved with the police, she knew where that road led for people like her. She had to teleport, she had to go home, she had to...She couldn't.
The mere thought of teleporting any more made her skin crawl and the urge to throw up everything she had eaten in her life rose in her chest. Jenna focused and closed her eyes, but she only managed to teleport about an inch in the air and bile rose in her throat. The pain worsened and she spoke weakly, more to herself than anything else.
"I have to...I have to get out of here...I...They can't find me...I'm so...I'm so tired. It hurts..." She grit her teeth "It hurts so much..." She looked at the man in the suit and closed her eyes with a shake of her head "I can't...I can't..." Jenna slipped back into unconsciousness without a shred of hope or energy left.
"Hey soldier. Get up, fight ain't over yet." He spoke and Jenna tried as hard as she could to move, to do something.
She fought through the pain and turned her head towards the hole in the ceiling, her eyes painfully widening as she saw Deadshot walk over to the bird guy she had teleported. Jenna tried to move as Deadshot pointed his gun at the bird and said "G'night birdie."
She gritted her teeth and pushed her body up with her arms, trying to do something to save him. Suddenly a gunshot rang out and she looked fearfully up at the masked man, who was actually fighting Deadshot and winning. Jenna collapsed again and listened to the sounds of fighting and then a motorcycle being driven away.
The pain resurfaced and Jenna turned towards the man in the suit. Her eyes widened as she realized that sirens and the sounds of heavy footsteps were getting closer. She couldn't stay there, she did not want to get involved with the police, she knew where that road led for people like her. She had to teleport, she had to go home, she had to...She couldn't.
The mere thought of teleporting any more made her skin crawl and the urge to throw up everything she had eaten in her life rose in her chest. Jenna focused and closed her eyes, but she only managed to teleport about an inch in the air and bile rose in her throat. The pain worsened and she spoke weakly, more to herself than anything else.
"I have to...I have to get out of here...I...They can't find me...I'm so...I'm so tired. It hurts..." She grit her teeth "It hurts so much..." She looked at the man in the suit and closed her eyes with a shake of her head "I can't...I can't..." Jenna slipped back into unconsciousness without a shred of hope or energy left.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
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Jenna had barely enough time to teleport out of the way of something big crashing through the window and past her, which triggered some sort of explosion and the strange guy in the bird costume was knocked into the wall. She ran over to him to make sure he wasn't dead and just before he passed out he spoke to her.
"If you're an angel, go smite that sonofabitch." Jenna blushed slightly as he pointed towards the leader, she figured it was the Deadshot guy from the news, and then he lost consciousness.
The guards and hostages had all been knocked down by the blast but one guard had gotten up and was aiming his gun right at the bird guy. Jenna quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and focused her energy into teleporting him to safety. They appeared about twenty feet away just as the guard fired his gun and Jenna practically shoved the unconcious man under a desk to keep him hidden. She teleported behind the guard and easily knocked him out cold before she came face to face with not only Deadshot, but the weird metal suit thing that had just crashed through the wall.
Jenna's mind started racing, she didn't think she was going to get caught in the middle of something this insane. She was about to panic when she realized that Deadshot had been distracted by the man in the suit and had an idea, albeit a stupid one. She quickly ran over to the hostages and prayed that she would be able to take all of them.
After a moment's thought she whispered "All of you hold on to me and pray that this works." She pulled out a small pocketknife and cut the bonds on their wrists before circling her arms over as many as she could. She closed her eyes and made sure all of them were touching her before she took a deep breath and tried to teleport.
Miraculously enough, she had managed to get all of them two stories below the guards and Deadshot, and all the hostages almost immediately started running towards the stairs in a panic. Jenna felt like her insides were on fire and her brain was being split with a rusty axe and only just managed to crawl under an overturned desk before she completely lost consciousness.
"If you're an angel, go smite that sonofabitch." Jenna blushed slightly as he pointed towards the leader, she figured it was the Deadshot guy from the news, and then he lost consciousness.
The guards and hostages had all been knocked down by the blast but one guard had gotten up and was aiming his gun right at the bird guy. Jenna quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and focused her energy into teleporting him to safety. They appeared about twenty feet away just as the guard fired his gun and Jenna practically shoved the unconcious man under a desk to keep him hidden. She teleported behind the guard and easily knocked him out cold before she came face to face with not only Deadshot, but the weird metal suit thing that had just crashed through the wall.
Jenna's mind started racing, she didn't think she was going to get caught in the middle of something this insane. She was about to panic when she realized that Deadshot had been distracted by the man in the suit and had an idea, albeit a stupid one. She quickly ran over to the hostages and prayed that she would be able to take all of them.
After a moment's thought she whispered "All of you hold on to me and pray that this works." She pulled out a small pocketknife and cut the bonds on their wrists before circling her arms over as many as she could. She closed her eyes and made sure all of them were touching her before she took a deep breath and tried to teleport.
Miraculously enough, she had managed to get all of them two stories below the guards and Deadshot, and all the hostages almost immediately started running towards the stairs in a panic. Jenna felt like her insides were on fire and her brain was being split with a rusty axe and only just managed to crawl under an overturned desk before she completely lost consciousness.
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