[rp] Mortal 11/11

"I knew this damn place was trouble the instant I saw it." Fen'ris says, "Let's move, quick, before some other cultists appear."

 

"Its good to have a break once in a while." I say while taking a deep breath and coughing afterwards because of the smoke from the forge "Not my greatest idea , but worth the try . Thanks for all guys , how much i gotta pay?"

 

I sigh. I go towards the dwarves and start to chop some gobos.

 

"I knew it couldn't be that easy. New plan... Hmm... I wonder if they, or their horses are demonic, or infused with dark magic..." I say. I send a beam of light at the chest of one of the cultists to test my theory.

If it works:

"So... They have a weakness," I say. I repeat the attack on the other cultists, perhaps sending a wave instead of a beam to hit multiple.

If it doesn't:

"Oh, I see... Time to change things up, then," I say. I use divine energy on the ground, creating an illusion of parts of the ground raising and catching fire, convincing them of mass and heat. I'll try to funnel them through a passage if they fall for it. "Open fire, Emily," I say to her.

 

I grimace... the dwarves' sense of honor my get them all killed...

I draw the shadows around me like a cloak and prepare to fight.

 

The man isn't like me, my true form is completely different from his flimsy body.
Ventus turns into his true form and conjures the wind to slice the witch

 

Pride starts to fall backwards. His eyes flashes the moment he loses balance, then in a flash, he is under Rathius. Grabbing the boy, the monster dashes away from the dragon. Pride turns and sends a ball of purple energy at Rathius. Gluttony grabs at Rathius's shoulder and starts pulling the dragon back.

Pride jumps over Rathius's tail.

 

*I try to grab the mace and smack Gluttony on his head, making him a little dazed. I release myself from his hold and with all my force I pick up Gluttony and use him as a 'human' shield to block Pride's purple ball*

 

@WolfieVerse

The group arrive at the campsite. It is afternoon, about 4 P.M. As they ready their camp, Luratos and the elf Kendel calls everyone in for the briefing.

"Here is the information my group and I have gathered about the monster." Luratos says. "There are ancient ruins in that area, ones we cannot identify who inhabited it. There are many incredibly strong spell devised to keep something from getting out. There seems to be a counterspell cast on the barrier, however, which is eating the magic of the original spell away."

"Can we not break the counterspell and reinforce the barrier?" A Feldurim asks.

"Several of Lord Lyndarl's magicians have tried," Kendel says. "They didn't succeed, as the counterspell has been weaved with extreme complexity. That is one reason you Feldurims were called, to try to identify the source of both spells." The magicians from the West nods.

Narkel, the High Elf, raises his hand. "I have looked through the documents concerning Fumilan in the Great Library of Al Emminur. The most powerful monsters found in Fumilan include the Glootstlang and the Zeldung as known as the Great Worm. They are both reported to be slain, however. The one whose death has not been recorded, and is still extremely powerful, is Scopio, the Scorpion King. He is an S class monster."

Murmurs come from the group. An S class would be a tough battle. Plus, Scopio was famous for his deeds in the Elves' land long ago.

"Alright. It might be Scopio, maybe not. No matter: we must get ready for the battle tomorrow. We will send a scouting group..."

Mike looks back. A young girl dressed in fancy black dress stands in the shadow of the trees. She has long silver hair, and red eyes. She wears a small headdress rimmed with crow feathers. She holds a black staff with blades sticking from the end. Crows perch on the ground and branches around her.

She meets Mike's eyes. Mike suddenly feels a chill down his spine. He blinks, and the feeling is gone. The girl smiles without her eyes.

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Dude I think you forget you're a dragon
Can you do movements like that? I'm not sure you can grab a mace with your massive claws, much less smack someone with it

 

Oh uh.. Umm.
*I try to turn around with Gluttony on my back, making him the new taeget of the purple ball.*
Better?

 

Seth walks down the streets, holding his head in his left hand, his scythe in his right hand. People walk past him without noticing but seems to unnoticedly avoiding hitting him. A man, cloaked and followed by similarly dressed men, looks up and sees the Dullahan. Colour drains from his face.

Seth lifts his head higher by lifting his left hand and sees the man starting to run away from him, his companions calling after him. Grinning, he jumps and lands on a roof, shadow pressing around him. Swinging his scythe ready, he starts bounding after the man.

The cloaked man runs out of the street into a narrow alley. He comes running out with a small opening. Panting, he places his hand on the cool stone wall of a house.

The man suddenly feels a cold presence behind him. He turns back, but sees nothing. He turns back, then screams. The Dullahan stands in front of him, his giant scythe lifted over his head.

The man falls back, cowering in fear. His right hand slowly reaches for his dagger, which has killed many people for money.

"Zavied Hoktin." Seth says, his voice echoing around the man. "Captain of the bandit group, the Red Hand. I come to this place to reap thy soul!"

The bandit screams. He unsheathes his dagger and throws it at the Dullahan. Seth jumps, dodging the blade, then swings his scythe. The blade's edge grazes against the man's throat, cutting it open. The man emits a gasp, then falls back, dead.

Seth lets the scythe fade into shadows. Holding his head with two hands, he puts it back on his shoulders. The shadow disappears as Seth rolls his neck. He jumps up high, landing on the roofs, out of sight, as the other bandits come rushing in. They stop short with cries of shock, as they see their leader dead on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

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Yes. Gluttony is sent flying back. Pride scoffs, then starts running away from Rathius, the boy in his hands.

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Wyrmin nods, the shock leaving him. He stands up and follows Fen'ris and Scar towards the horses. "Basil, we're going!" Fen'ris shouts towards Basil, who is holding the neighing horses. They get up on their horses, and with much haste, starts riding towards the East.

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At the night's camp, in the hills near Logaj, Wyrmin receives a raven with a letter.

"It is from Kendel, my brother." Wyrmin says as he unrolls the piece of parchment.

"The group will move out tomorrow. Rendezvous point at the campsite at the North of Seminar. Make Haste." Wyrmin reads aloud.

 

*I fly after Pride and try to catch up. Once I reach him I bite him in his back*
Rathius:"ROAR!"
(If he drops the boy I grab him and take off)

 

"Hmm?" The girl looks up, thinking. Twenty emerald blocks should do."

"What?" Tisaun starts.

"Blacksteel is expensive." The girl frowns. "You're a soldier, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Tisaun scratches his head. "I'm uh... retired..." He murmurs quietly. "what was that?" The girl asks.

He looks around him. With hope, he lays his eyes on the supply bag Remilia has readied for him.

 

"Get as much rest. In an hour and a half we move." Fen'ris says.

 

Vysticia and Seth

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@Rawb @Florfy5 @Linwood Welheart @WolfieVerse @Tisaun @Gushy48 @SansWolf @3DSMate @Paradoxical

I will be going to other countries for like 11 days. I'm sure they have wi-fi there, but I will be less active. (Well I'm not these days anyways bcs of my IRL stuff)

 

Okay have fun. Where you going?

 

Pride drops the boy. Rathius takes off, cradling the boy in his forearms. Pride starts to take off again, when he suddenly staggers. His purple skin starts to turn back to normal. Pride cries in frustration.

He aims his hand towards Rathius, and fires a purple beam of energy.

 

Have fun ^^

 

*I fly away from the beam and spit a fireball back at Pride*

 

Yes, these mutant horses are fused together by dark magic. Your light magic seems to harm them greatly. However, using these attacks quickly takes out your mana. Taking out seven of these cultists drain you with a lot of energy.

The soldiers of Oaken fall back and charges at the cultists. The leader shouts towards the others, "Go! We will slow them down!"

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A ball of fire appears in the distance, near the overrun Truskan gates. It starts to form into a humanoid shape. Uadlokii cries in disbelief. The Balrog lands on top of goblins, and arching his neck, gives a deafening roar.

"I killed him!" Uadlokii shouts.

"Idiot, that Balrog is an S class!" Vyrdiin snaps. "If he can revive that fast, there is no way we can kill it!"

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The woman (don't call her witch, pls. gets mixed up with the Calamity Witch.) simply swings her hand, and the wind is cut in half, passing past her harmlessly. She swishes her tail side to side.

"Who the hell are you?" Ventus growls.

The woman makes a charming smile. "Oh dear. I have not yet introduced myself. I am Lust of the Witch's Cult. You are a strong one... I guess I will kill you myself."

She spreads her arms. The fingernails on Lust's fingers starts to become longer, sharper. When they are at least twenty centimeters, they stop growing. She crouches, pointing her talons at Ventus.

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Oh and @SansWolf

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"Alright." Wyrmin says. They all lie down on the campsite and go to sleep. (btw it's night, you're only gonna sleep for 1.5 hours?)