[rp] Mortal 11/11

Tendrils of darkness are drawn up from my shadow, condensing in my hand to form a pure black rapier. I take no offensive action, but assess the situation, trying to identify some kind of commanding figure among the goblins.

 

"Here." Asakeryu hands Tisaun his spear. The Princess nods. "I'm sad to hear it, but I understand."

Tisaun stands up. He staggers, then stands upright. Remilia stands as well. "I will provide you with supplies and a horse. It might be a trouble for you to pass into Aurallim, though, as a Rehniar soldier."

 

"Thank you fox" I say with a smile "I know this might seems strange , but do you guys got a small iron piece , the size of a hand?" i ask while gathering my things "Thanks for the horse and others , princess , but i trully need to get more powerful , the fights might be lost again if i can't help more . This is my way to help you . Now about Aurallim , i need to find a way to get through thats true ."

 

There seems to be none. It is peculiar; goblins just roll into the town and attacks in perfect coordination. They were never like this before; they always had clans and leaders. Now, the goblins attacked all at once at a particular place, dividing into smaller groups, without much of communication.
Uadlokii swings his axe, clearing the air in front of him. He roars, and from his back explodes a massive force of fire. It blows away many goblins.

 

@Amun_Ra did ya get my message? Sorry for bothering if you did.

 

Asakeryu shakes his head. "No, I don't have anything like that."

Remilia shrugs. "You can visit the blacksmith. They probably have some of those stuff. About getting into Aurallim, I only know of another path that goes through the Kurubiq. It is a perilious path: without magic and more fighters with you, your survival will be unlikely. I have heard of an organisation that smuggles people into each province; It shames me as a princess to tell you this, but I think that is the only way."

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Rathius growls. His tail was bleeding. He arches his neck to look at the boy. He sits there, trembling in Rathius's arms.

Someone laughs. Alarmed, Rathius looks to the side.

Pride hovers in the air, purple energy surrounding and trailing behind him. He grins.

Then Pride changes his course and hits into Rathius with so much force, he is thrown off balance. Pride starts falling, then rights himself. He has no wings or whatsoever keeping him afloat.

 

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

 

*In my thoughts* No leader, distraction maybe? Controlled by something or someone....

Then, I clean up the rest of the goblins.

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God damn. Tail people. It's the end of the world.

 

I use the shadows to teleport forward, into an unsuspecting group of goblins, and slash at several of them.

 

"Thank you princess . And well , yes im probably not surving much in Kurubiq , soo which organisation are you talking about?"

 

I hope you mean bleeding.
Also am I save now that Pride fell down?

 

"Careful! They are taking to the skies!"
I try to hit their wings with sharp shadowprojectiles while running, taking both some of my speed and my accuracy.

 

Ok, I guess Ill go socialize

 

"I think I've heard of that path," I say to them. "If it's the one I'm thinking of, the princess is right. If I weren't a monster, I'd almost certainly be unable to pass through it alive. It does seem the organization she mentions is your only chance of getting in. It pains me to enforce this, I'm not in favor of smuggling."

Also, after Tisaun leaves, I have an action.

"Well, off he goes then. I hope he reaches the Freelands safely." I turn to the princess and tell her, "You know, I never expected to be directly asked to fight for any kingdom, especially not by royalty. Fate really is a funny thing, isn't it? You can never quite tell what will happen." I let out a chuckle before turning more serious.
"On a more serious note, time is of the essence now. We need to plan our actions. We currently have two enemies, and cannot afford to fight on two fronts at once. If we give Aurallim time, they may attack. If we give the Witch's Cult time, who knows what they will do... We need to balance both enemies somehow. We also must speak with your brother, considering he's in charge... That's a bit obvious, isn't it?"

 

Vysticia

Vysticia wakes with a jolt. Her body is covered in sweat, and her heart is pounding. She closes her eyes, and see the images of the medusa's eyes; something no human could've seen and lived. But she did.

She looks around her. She instantly recognises the place, and it brings horror to her. It is a room in Forden's healing house.

She was back in Aurallim.

It... wasn't a dream. Vysticia thinks. She remembers the little girl who was turned to stone. She shivers.

I have to get out of here. She thinks. Vysticia had hidden from Aurallim for too long; if they found out she was alive and was working with the Rogues, she would be...

"I wouldn't move if I were you." A boy says behind her. She nearly jumps out of her bed but flinches in pain. She turns, to see a pale boy with untidy silver hair sitting on a bed next to Vysticia. She looks around the room but sees nobody on any of the beds, or in the entire room.

"Humans are fragile. They break extremely easily." The boy continues. He wears a black leather trench coat, which extends to his knees. His eyes are pitch black and gaze at Vysticia with intensity. He only looks a bit older than her.

"Who are you?" Vysticia asks. She reaches for her daggers, but something makes a clink as her hands refuse to move. She looks down and sees metal cuffs around both her wrists, which connect to the bedpost with chains. She yanks her arm, but only results in pain as it rubs against her old scar.

"You don't remember me?" The boy sighs and brings his legs onto the bed. He moves so he leans against the wall. "I was in my true form, after all." He turns his face to Vysticia, and his eyes flash red.

Vysticia's heart skips a beat "You're the headless one from before!"

The boy smirks. He lifts his hand, and shadow particles start to concentrate. It forms into a long black stick, with a huge curved blade at the end. A scythe. It looks heavy, but he lifts it as if it weighs nothing. "But... you have a head!" Vysticia presses.

The boy stops, then laughs. "My head falls off when I fight in my true form." He says. He releases the scythe, which then fades into the air. "Luckily for you, I am in my human form. Do you know what I am, Vysticia?"

Vysticia thinks for a moment. She remembers a certain book she read in the Forden's library, which told of an ancient race... "You're a Dullahan," Vysticia says. "The reapers of death."

"Very good." The Dullahan laughs. He gives a small cry as he jumps off the bed with incredible agility. There are footsteps echoing in the corridor. The Dullahan smiles.

"Why did you save me?" Vysticia growls. "If you are a monster, and a reaper, why did you let me live?"

The Dullahan doesn't answer. He sits down on another bed, this one across from Vysticia's bed, on the other side of the room.

"Tell me!" Vysticia shouts. Just then, the door opens, and Aurallim soldiers come in.

 

So Uadlokii and Vyrdiin know each other, right?

Uadlokii starts to charge his fire again, but is slashed across the back by a goblin. He jumps, kick the creature, the swings his axe.

There are too much of them. Uadlokii thinks. I can't keep fighting like this; I'll be drained of energy.

He swings his palm, burning two goblins.


Vyrdiin swings his arm, around which is a blade made from shadow. Four goblins fall, but they are instantly on you. With a cry, Vyrdiin produces spikes of shadow from his body, piercing many. He jumps over a goblin, and kicks him onto another one. There are too many!

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God I wanna kill myself...
I fixed it

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One of your shadow projectiles successfully hits a demon's wing. He cries in pain, then starts to fall down to the ground. The riders urge their horses to the side as the demon lands heavily on the ground before them. The demon gets up quickly and produces a knife. He stabs one of the horses, making the rider fall down to the ground. The other riders swear and gallop back to the fallen soldier. As he is lifted on his comrade's horse, the demons starts shooting down at them.

 

Fully embraced by Xiudar I jump into a shadow and out of one of the demon's and slash at it.

 

"There is an organisation from Aurallim named 'the Rogues'. They are a group of fighters who attack, kill or steal from the greedy and helps the poor. I'm sure they have a branch in Rehniar too; there have been numerous cases of the Rogues' attacks in this province. If you can find them, they would most likely to help you into Aurallim."

The harpy girl comes over. "If you want to meet the Rogues, you should go to Tornedd. They have a base there."

Asakeryu frowns. "How do you know, Max?"

"I used to be with the Rogues. It was what, two years ago, but I'm sure they are still there. The Hellbirds are on friendly terms with them, so if you tell them that you're with us, they'll probably take you." She takes the batch off her navy Hellbirds cloak. "I won't be needing this anymore. Take this, and tell the Rogues that I, Max, sent you. And here..." She reaches down to her bag, takes a piece of parchment, and scribbles something onto it using a charcoal pencil, an invention of the elves. She hands the note to Tisaun. "And show them this. That should do, I guess."

"Yes, we must speak with King Rumilius," Remilia says, then smirks. "It shames me to admit it, but he is a good king. A smart one, too. He probably has more idea on what to do than me. I honestly have absolutely no idea."

"I will get ready to leave," Remilia says, the turns to Asakeryu. "Check on everyone else. I will go with Max to fetch the Hellbirds' carriage."

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The demon screams as Jack cuts his back open. He starts towards the soldiers, but the demons get in their way. Jack shadow travels in between the demons and the Aurallians.

One of the demons takes a step forward. He is taller than the others, and wears a different kind of armour from the others. He holds a falchion.

"O great spirit of shadow, why do you side with these humans?" The demon shouts. Jack feels Xiudar feeling uncomfortable. "They despise us, they do, and kill our kind. Why do you support them?"

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No Pride did not fall down. Rathius was made off balance, and Pride is still in the air.

 

Okay I red that wrong.
*I fly up to Pride's hight. I fly at him with high speed and wound him with my claws. After that I also spit some fire at him*

 

I nod. "As you wish, then," I say. I follow her orders, checking on the other injured people.