Hey, @rivaan, at least that's one back. Now all we've got to do is drag @Nameless, @GodOfWar, @eisenhorn back into the picture
The Fated Fallen Member
Doesn't know what to put here
STATUS: Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are? 5 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 2785 (0.74 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- The Fated Fallen 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
High Moon
Status
Recent Statuses
5 yrs ago
Current
Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are?
5 yrs ago
I also bow down to you, Vox. You're still here and that's what counts!
1
like
5 yrs ago
I bow down to you, Altered Tundra. Keep on keeping on, you legend!
5 yrs ago
I'm fighting my procrastination to try and keep my daily posts at 1.51 instead of 1.50. I didn't realise it'd be this much of a battle!
1
like
6 yrs ago
Retail is just a cancer of the soul
1
like
Bio
Most Recent Posts
Tum tee tum...
I guess so. How was that for everyone?
Alice felt and reacted to the blast of energy before she saw it. It was like a great surge, or a pulling in the air that she felt run through her, tingling and crawling across her back before being drawn into the beasts maw. Had she the time she would have prayed, but all she managed to do was inhale and brace herself and wards. A great crack sounded, a light flashed and Alice felt suitably drained. Her wards had held, and she wrestled with power to maintain them in case of further attack.
She pulled at the strings of the arcane in the air, they had been tensed by the beasts abilities and she found it easy to draw power to herself through them, two orbs gathered in her hands and she prepared to arc her own lighting from them but the beast had already fallen in a blur of martial fury.
She allowed her spells to fade, her chest heaving more from the surprise and burst of action than physical excretion, and thankfully the creature's own magical aura had allowed her to preserve most of her own power. She pulled a handkerchief from her bag and, mopped the excess moisture from her face for a moment, before heading over to the gathered party.
The beast had stayed where it fell, it's tongue lolling and it's eyes blank. A large chunk of it's head and been bitten away, an assessment made after she observed blood dripping between Argon's teeth and down it's jaw. "I have never ssssseen its likessss before." She nodded her assent, though lacking any sort of experience her Lizard friend had.
Alice spoke up, massaging her shoulder-blades which were very sensitive from the beasts attack. "The creature was magical, of that there is no doubt. Is this normal, Argon?" She stooped and began to assess the beast for magical tampering. Her attention wove from stretching it's lip up to look for the traditional over-crowding or asymmetrical setting of teeth, between counting the amount of ribs on each side or if there was any melding and finishing checking the creatures fingers and toes to see if any featured extra joints. All were tell-tale signs of magical experimentation or exposure without needing to cut the creature open; she had little will or way to perform an autopsy on the beast. She'd never had the stomach for such things really.
"The Mantiraus doesn't go near swamps usually. They prefer hills and forests. But, if we're satisfied, should we go back or continue?"
"I'm afraid I am not satisfied. Though before I proceed, I would like to say well done all. If the creature had strayed any further mayhaps it might have stumbled upon the village? We did well to stop it here." Very well in fact, while no judge of hand to hand combat she had hardly seen people react to danger so quickly and efficiently.
"Though that is what makes me worried. The fact it was far from it's home combined with it's raw magical strength concerns me greatly as to how it found itself here, and that the creature is an extremely powerful beast of war. I am afraid it may have been driven or unleashed here by dark forces." She had seen in years past goblins use their own kinds of creatures like this, beaten into service and unleashed upon the dwarven supply lines. She wanted to pay close attention to gauging the level of magical influence, though, as it may give a clue as to what the party may find themselves up against. Lots of augmentation may mean a more sophisticated enemy like the dark elves. Little scarring or long-term punishment on the beast's flesh may mean it was ensorcelled as oppose to being tamed through more savage means
@Mortarion@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@Fetzen@Stormflyx@POOHEAD189
She pulled at the strings of the arcane in the air, they had been tensed by the beasts abilities and she found it easy to draw power to herself through them, two orbs gathered in her hands and she prepared to arc her own lighting from them but the beast had already fallen in a blur of martial fury.
She allowed her spells to fade, her chest heaving more from the surprise and burst of action than physical excretion, and thankfully the creature's own magical aura had allowed her to preserve most of her own power. She pulled a handkerchief from her bag and, mopped the excess moisture from her face for a moment, before heading over to the gathered party.
The beast had stayed where it fell, it's tongue lolling and it's eyes blank. A large chunk of it's head and been bitten away, an assessment made after she observed blood dripping between Argon's teeth and down it's jaw. "I have never ssssseen its likessss before." She nodded her assent, though lacking any sort of experience her Lizard friend had.
Alice spoke up, massaging her shoulder-blades which were very sensitive from the beasts attack. "The creature was magical, of that there is no doubt. Is this normal, Argon?" She stooped and began to assess the beast for magical tampering. Her attention wove from stretching it's lip up to look for the traditional over-crowding or asymmetrical setting of teeth, between counting the amount of ribs on each side or if there was any melding and finishing checking the creatures fingers and toes to see if any featured extra joints. All were tell-tale signs of magical experimentation or exposure without needing to cut the creature open; she had little will or way to perform an autopsy on the beast. She'd never had the stomach for such things really.
"The Mantiraus doesn't go near swamps usually. They prefer hills and forests. But, if we're satisfied, should we go back or continue?"
"I'm afraid I am not satisfied. Though before I proceed, I would like to say well done all. If the creature had strayed any further mayhaps it might have stumbled upon the village? We did well to stop it here." Very well in fact, while no judge of hand to hand combat she had hardly seen people react to danger so quickly and efficiently.
"Though that is what makes me worried. The fact it was far from it's home combined with it's raw magical strength concerns me greatly as to how it found itself here, and that the creature is an extremely powerful beast of war. I am afraid it may have been driven or unleashed here by dark forces." She had seen in years past goblins use their own kinds of creatures like this, beaten into service and unleashed upon the dwarven supply lines. She wanted to pay close attention to gauging the level of magical influence, though, as it may give a clue as to what the party may find themselves up against. Lots of augmentation may mean a more sophisticated enemy like the dark elves. Little scarring or long-term punishment on the beast's flesh may mean it was ensorcelled as oppose to being tamed through more savage means
@Mortarion@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@Fetzen@Stormflyx@POOHEAD189
So... Guys? How is it all going?
Christmas has come to our family
@Paradoxial I uploaded my post relatively un-processed, so hopefully be higher quality in future. Really sorry for the delay, I can only offer apologies
Kiera waved off the proffered flask. She realised it probably made her look pretentious but her order swore off of the stuff. All it was good for was clouding the truth, it was said. And besides, it hardly smelt appetising or sanitary, she wouldn't presume to ask when the flask was last washed.
The hand that held the drink, and by extension the person behind it, held Kiera's attention to a much greater degree. She imagined "Bandit's Vice," was a pretty standard turn of phrase for most people but no doubt was held in her mind that the words meant more to this man than most. She wouldn't judge a book by it's cover; sometimes the brightest lights flare from darkness. If he had come this far he must mean well.
The first woman to take up the offer was surprisingly scantily clad for the current climes. A foreigner, definitely, not to say that was unwelcome. Was she just a desert warrior who has travelled far? Kiera didn't think so. Something had driven her this far, and she could only hope it was the will of Borealis
The desert folk wore less than the next woman offered a drink, but for some reason Kiera felt that the veiled fiend was dangerous enough to make up for it. The noble-folk, if Kiera had to take a guess at class, seemed at odds with anyone here. It seemed she looked totally unprepared for what was to come and yet... No-one had questioned her presence, and she seemed confident enough. There was something going on here, some power hidden away that no-one could see. A wizard, perhaps? Time would tell
In either case the paladin was glad when she wasn't the only one to decline a tipple. She gave a nod to the pale-woman. " Guess we are about to arrive soon..." There was definitely something off about that woman, though Kiera had no idea what. " Anyone of you ever fought a creature of the night and evil before?"
"Nothing major. A few direwolves one time, some man-bat hybrid freaks another time." Kiera had been a part of a greater company in both such occasions, more as a sort of rearguard for both of them. "And yourself?" Kiera was incredibly intrigued by this woman's answer, she was a puzzle that lives might depend on herself unlocking.
@GodOfWar@Rivaan@Paradoxial@Nameless@Eisenhorn
The hand that held the drink, and by extension the person behind it, held Kiera's attention to a much greater degree. She imagined "Bandit's Vice," was a pretty standard turn of phrase for most people but no doubt was held in her mind that the words meant more to this man than most. She wouldn't judge a book by it's cover; sometimes the brightest lights flare from darkness. If he had come this far he must mean well.
The first woman to take up the offer was surprisingly scantily clad for the current climes. A foreigner, definitely, not to say that was unwelcome. Was she just a desert warrior who has travelled far? Kiera didn't think so. Something had driven her this far, and she could only hope it was the will of Borealis
The desert folk wore less than the next woman offered a drink, but for some reason Kiera felt that the veiled fiend was dangerous enough to make up for it. The noble-folk, if Kiera had to take a guess at class, seemed at odds with anyone here. It seemed she looked totally unprepared for what was to come and yet... No-one had questioned her presence, and she seemed confident enough. There was something going on here, some power hidden away that no-one could see. A wizard, perhaps? Time would tell
In either case the paladin was glad when she wasn't the only one to decline a tipple. She gave a nod to the pale-woman. " Guess we are about to arrive soon..." There was definitely something off about that woman, though Kiera had no idea what. " Anyone of you ever fought a creature of the night and evil before?"
"Nothing major. A few direwolves one time, some man-bat hybrid freaks another time." Kiera had been a part of a greater company in both such occasions, more as a sort of rearguard for both of them. "And yourself?" Kiera was incredibly intrigued by this woman's answer, she was a puzzle that lives might depend on herself unlocking.
@GodOfWar@Rivaan@Paradoxial@Nameless@Eisenhorn
I've written the majority of my post over the course of the week (I've been pretty damned busy and distracted), but it still requires some processing before it gets there. I'm still alive and kicking!
Guilty
© 2007-2024