«rp» Fate's Eye [7/7] ~arc 3~

“They..... two people started having a quarrel first. A person tried to intervene, but then it turned to a fistfight. And every time a person tried to stop the fight, it only increased.....”

 

"Let me take a look at it" I say, going through the crowd to see the fight

 

Kayde shrugged. “Okay. Whatever. That’s as much as I know anyway.”

They continued walking down the street. Suddenly——

“......!!” Rathius looked around suddenly. He had felt something. A feeling, a smell he remembered from when he was young.

“.....the smell of the Witch!” He growled.

“What happened?” Kayde looked alarmed.

 

Spoiler: Character

Name: Tyrinel Amyr
Race: Human, with a small amount of nature spirit blood.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Green eyes, brown hair, no beard. Looks rather rugged and travel-worn. Incorporates feathers into his clothing and cloak.
Equipment: Traveling clothes, not much armor. Carries a curved dagger and what appears at first glance to be a simple oak walking staff, but is actually infested with slug-like, toxic parasites. These parasites spew clouds of highly poisonous spores when provoked, and have an aversion to fire.
Magic: Probably Earth element.
Abilities: Something related to nature, due to his ancestry.

Notes: A wandering sage and storyteller who spends most of his time in the wilderness. He appears human at first glance, but isn't quite.

Of course, feel free to change whatever you like. I'm flexible, for the most part.

 

The bystanders made way for Angela to pass through.

The fight had increased up to six people. They were all swearing at each other as they violently punched and kicked.

It was a bad situation. One of them had blood running from his mouth and unconscious on the ground.

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"I smell.. something. Something that means trouble."
He tries to sniff out where the smell is coming from.

 

I summon Fula, hopefully throwing the people who are fighting behind and stopping the fight.
"Can you please stop? I dont know what or who started this fight, but I'm sure it isnt something soo serious you all need to knock out each other!" I say pointing to the unconscious man

 

As soon as Rathius found the smell, he dashed after it. Kayde cried and followed from behind.

He went out into a large street, and the smell became stronger. It all came from a single cloaked figure walking down the road. Nobody paid attention to the man, and neither did he seem to pay attention to them.

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Angela casted Fula to the ground, creating a shockwave that blew the people away. (Fula directly can cut people in half)

 

"It's that man." He growls. "He is the one that's sending of this smell."
He walks closer to him.

 

(ouch. )
"Why are you fighting? I'm sure theres no need for such thing! " I say looking at everyone that was involved in the fight

 

The men looked at Angela with such rage and hostility it sent shivers down her back.

Those eyes— they weren’t sane.

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“Wait!” Kayde grabbed Rathius’s arm. “What are you talking about? What smell? Did you say... the Witch?”

 

"Um, hello there? Are you okay? " I say, walking a few steps backwards and reaching for my small sword

 

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"Yeah. Something like that. Either the witch or an associate."
He tries to break free from Kayde's grab and goes to the man.

 

Sorry, I've changed your character by quite a lot. Tell me if you want anything else. (spirits can't mix with humans, they technically don't have physical bodies)

Tyrinel Amyr
Unknown age(30s~40s?)

Spoiler: Background Story

Tyrinel was born in a small town that was at the border of the 'Desert of Kuremaldi', which covered the entire land in which the Witch was sealed. The land was originally not a desert, but due to 400 years worth of miasma pouring out from the temple, all living things died in the 50 km radius, successfully turning it into a desert.
Tyrinel was born already infected with the Witch's miasma. His mother died on his birth, and everyone thought he was done for.

But for some reason he lived. Because of his bodily constitution, he had immunities to miasma of the witch, which drove people mad and poisoned food and drinks. He could also suck in miasma from his surroundings, and still be unaffected. He left his hometown at the age of 18, and travelled everywhere, exploring into places people dared not go. He delved in the study of healing magic, study of poisons and potions, and study of various witchfiends that lived all around the world. He has even faced two of the Three Great Demon Beasts, and lived to tell about it.

He has left the 'study of witchfiends' part for a while and now is delving in potion/poison making inside the Capital, where such materials are most easy to find.

Race: Human

Occupation: A 'Herbalist' in the Capital.

Appearance: A travelled-worn and rugged man who looks older than he actually is. He has wavy brown hair and green eyes, growing no beard. His cloaks are incorporated with feathers from birds (and witchfiends) from all over the world.

Equipment:A cloak incorporated with feathers from birds (and witchfiends) from all over the world, only armour is leather breastplate and kneeguard. He carries a curved dagger, and a oak staff that is infested with spore-spewing tiny witchfiends, and can spew gas that are poisonous, can make people fall asleep, etc.

Abilities: Fighting with staff, fighting with dagger, hand-to-hand combat, survival skills (in the wild), potion brewing, poison brewing, 'purifying' miasma

Magic: Compatible with Water element (healing magic)

Divine Blessing: None

Info: He has fighting potential on a level where he can take on pretty strong witchfiends, although the situation changes depending on the type of witchfiend he is fighting.

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Growling in an non-human-like way, a man at the front leapt at Angela. She ducked to the side with superhuman speed, then released a sharp kick at the man's abdomen, sending him rolling back. The four other men crowded on her all at once. Angela tried to evade their blows, but a punch landed itself in her face.

"Ugh!" Angela rolled back, creating a distance. Heat rose up to her head. Something was wr— no. She was angry. She felt so angry on a level she had not experienced before. Angela drew out her sword.

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"Wait!" Kayde cried again. Rathius, annoyed, flung his arm away. The man was out of sight, but Rathius could still smell him. Before he got away......

"If. If there was someone related to the... witch in this town.... we're nowhere near a level where we can deal with it on our own. We should call for reinforcements. And also, if we were to go into combat, the civilians are going to be a problem."

 

"Hey, I said snap out of it!" I yell, swinging at the person that punched me with the flat part of the sword

 

"Yeah you're right." He calmly says.
He takes a deep breath and then breathes out.
"Let's get some backup. We'll get that man afterwards."

 

The man was knocked back by the blow. Angela jumped and rolled forward, sweeping another person's legs under him just as she stood up. Another man came forward with a club and swung it down at Angela.

She brought her knife to block the blow, but the club hit her hand holding the sword. She heard a sharp crack come from her wrist, and felt at the same time great pain.

"Agh!" Angela jumped back, glaring at the man, who was also panting hard, his eyes bloodshot. Angela was filled with unexplainable fury. She knew something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong— but she couldn't tell what.

She realised that the crowd were now cheering with the same bloodshot eyes. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" They were shouting.

The man with the club lifted it high up in the air for an overhead swing————

"Fula!" A blade of wind shot from Angela's left palm and sliced both the man's wrists. The club fell to the ground with a clatter. Blood sprayed from the man's arms as he screamed in pain.

The blood splashed onto Angela's face. That was when she had finally understood what she had done. Her hands shook violently in horror.

The crowd was cheering happily.

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Kayde breathed out a shuddering breath. "Alright. You follow the man; I'll go and get backup." The boy nodded, then turned the other away.

Rathius followed his gaze at Kayde disappearing into the crowd, then turned and sprinted after the trail of smell.

He again spotted the man, walking slowly down the street in a relaxed manner. His body was covered in a black cloak, so Rathius couldn't see his face. Rathius was about to go closer to the man, then—

The mysterious figure turned around suddenly and looked towards Rathius's direction. A pair of eyes under the hood met Rathius's eyes.

 

"Oh God, I... I'm" I murmur, realising what I've done "I'm soo..." I reach my hand to help him but stop midway and pull my hand back.
I stumble backwards, trying to get away from the crowd. I fly away from the scene, covering my face with my hands.
"What have I done..." I think to myself, crying

 

He grabs his sword and points it in the man's direction. "Pride, I take it?" He snaps.
"Why are you here?"