[rp] Mortal 11/11

uh...Hows the capturing going?
I should probably shoot some lightning bolts and distract it. Yeah Ill do that lol

 

That letter and badge are what Max gave to you before you left.

"Don't worry, I'll give back what I took." The boy says. "As for who I am, I'll say to you that I am a Rogue. Good thing that the one sabotaging you was me - if it was any other peson, you'll be broke when you woke up."

 

"Oh that makes me feel WAAAY better . What you stole ?" I ask while opening the letter

 

Your descriptions of your fellow kinds are very interesting and amusing.

 

Yup.

 

"So we have yet another problem," I say to them. "We will now have to balance Aurallim, the Cult, and the Demons... Each is a threat, and each is unique. By the way, I found out something on the way here." I pause to organize my words, then continue. "On our way here, people from the Witch's cult tried attacking us. I tested my light magic to see if it was effective. It was, so now we know their weakness. I've also been doing some thinking, but I'm unsure if you'll like it. I'm sure Remil- I mean, Princess Remilia has told you about how the Witch's Cult framed her once. How did they do it? I can only think of two ways, really. The first is that they have a powerful illusionist, maybe even a Kitsune themselves. The alternative I shudder to think about..."

 

*I stand up because the king asked*
Rathius:"Speaking of the Witch's Cult, what do we know about them? I can tell you something about my fight with Pride and Gluttony, but that's all I have."

 

"Sadly, we know little. Almost all of the information we really have, to my knowledge, is just guesswork based on shreds of evidence... If you know something, it'd be useful if you told us."

 

(Apologies, Seneca is an old oc name of mine.. Sena is familiar so whoops!)

"But.. That shouldn't be possible! The magic of our barrier was ancient. How could an evil spell shatter the most lightest of elven magic?" Sena looks for any sign that the queen was playing a cruel joke, but deep inside knew that she would never do that. Calling Firnen, the war hero, to go along with a mere prank was too much. Murmuring, Sena asked the queen," What is it you wish me to assist with..?"

 

I grunt at Veliana and continue to follow Lynn.

 

Fen'ris climbs up Sylphaxaura to stab her in the face.

 

I nod in agreement with Uadlokii's statement and follow Akri, seeing as we have little choice in the matter...

 

I walked towards you. "So. How did you get here?" I ask Vyrdiin.

 

"I'd been wandering the mountains for while, and eventually ended up near the dwarven capital. I'd been hearing rumors about higher demons getting involved on the goblins' side... I suppose we found proof of that..."

 

"Yup. How do we fight that thing?" I look backwards to the tunnel.

 

Vysticia

"Let me introduce myself," Seth says, straightening his back. Vysticia, Ben, Sylvia and Hasher stand in front of the Dullahan.

"You better," Vysticia says, folding her arms. "You're a Dullahan, but why did he treat you like... you were a noble or something? Aurallim despises monsters."

Seth sighs. "I am the 39th Reaper of Aurallim. Ever since Aurallim was founded - they interacted with monsters at that time - there has always been a 'Reaper' who worked as an honour to the concept 'Death'. The current King, Old Antonius, has been trying to get rid of me. I was sent to the Kurubiq 'for a mission', and came across with another A-class monster - one I barely managed to defeat."

"What does this have to do with us?" Ben asks, coursing his hand through his hair.

"I have been following the Rogues for some time. I selected you four as my apprentice to become the next Reapers, outside Aurallim's control."

"What if we say no?" Vysticia asks.

"You are the one who cannot say no." Seth faces Vysticia. "You are to be my vessel."

"Vessel?" Sylvia frowns.

"That means you will become a Scythe." Seth says. "A Scythe reaps the souls of those who commit crimes against innocents and other people. I am one of the remaining three Scythes. Since you are a human, I will possess you."

"I didn't ask for this!" Vysticia stomps her feet, her hands going to her daggers.

Seth stays expressionless. "I did not, either. My teacher selected me, and I have accepted my fate through the course of a century."

"What about us?" Hasher asks. "Is Vicia is going to be a Scythe, what does that make us?"

"Hm. Let's see, I will train you in the art of killing. Against the numerous threats that is rising."

"Like what?" Sylvia asks.

"The demons, the Witch's Cult."

Ben hisses in a breath. "The Witch's Cult?"

Seth looks at Ben with a raised eyebrow. Ben shakes his head.

"You don't get a choice in this matter. As soon as I let you go, the spell holding you from turning into stone will activate, and you will die." Seth says.

Vysticia opens her mouth, then closes again. "So the medusa's curse is still inside me."

Seth nods. "I am holding it with my magic, but I cannot sustain it. The only way you will be immune to her curse is for me to possess you."

"Vicia..." Sylvia starts to say. Vysticia bites her lips.

"Do it." She says. "Get this over with."

Seth smiles. He raises his hands, and shadow concentrates into his hand, turning into his black scythe. The Dullahan points the scythe at Vysticia.

The Dullahan swings down his scythe, cutting across Vysticia's stomach. She gasps, but no blood comes out. Only a cold, tingling sensation. She looks down, and see shadow pouring out from the cut.

Seth spreads his arms. His body dissolves into a dark cloud, then shoots at Vysticia, and enters inside through the cut.

Pain shoots up Vysticia. She screams and falls to the ground. Sylvia screams. The others run to her, but Vysticia is already fading.

Accept it. Seth says inside Vysticia's mind. Then she blacks out.

 

The boy lifts his cloak and starts throwing stuff onto the ground. The money bag, the blocks of blacksteel, the extra cloak, the flask of Yggdrasil water.

Tisaun swings his arm, but the boy dodges. "I'm already broke, you idiot!" He shouts. The boy grins.

"Let's see. My name is Ember. I told you before, I'm a Rogue. Seeing that you come here being sent by Max, I will lead you to the others."

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I meant this sorry

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Abro shouts an incarnation, summoning a ice crystal that shoots straight at the monster. The bolt sinks into the creature's bubbly skin.

"Get out of here!" He shouts to the other Feldurims who are climbing down the stairs to evacuate the Watchtower. The smaller demons are almost slain; five Feldurims has been killed. As the red creature comes closer, the Feldurims draw their unused blades and slash at the skin. The creature hisses.

It seems to be weak against physical attacks.

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The Queen sighs again. "If these monsters and orcs keep going at this current pace, they would reach Al Eminur. I want you to go with the group of fighters and Firnen, in the name of the Queen, to chase the creatures away." She says.

"We have got about seventy High Elves willing to help us. They are powerful mages, and will gain the help of the nature spirits. Including myself, there are twenty in the seventy who are physical fighters." Firnen says.

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Mike shoots lightning at Sylphaxaura, making her rear up in pain, and giving Luratos time to escape from the monster.

"We have to trap her!" Trianna shouts. She jumps around, cutting down the large centipede monsters all around. Mylith is with her.

Fen'ris tries to climb up Sylphaxaura from her back, but she is too fast - she turns back and punches the Vilphan square in the chest. While he is still in the air, Sylphaxaura swings her scythe at him. Scar's legs stop the blow, but something cracks. As you land, Scar's voice gasps in pain in Fen'ris's mind. "My left second leg is broken." She says to Fen'ris.


There are numerous other NPCs. Utilise their powers and try to beat Sylphaxaura! She's getting stronger as you let her roam the earth for longer.

 

So me and @Florfy5 just wait for dinner to happen?

 

"Our comrade is getting us information." Debulan says. "She's been gone for three and half days. She is an extremely fast traveller - unless she ran into a major trouble, she should be back soon."

"Good to know." Rumilius nods.

The door opens, and the same page boy from before bows to the King. "Your Majesty." He says. "The captains have arrived and are ready. Please make your way to the hall."

Rumilius lifts his hand. "Thank you; I will be there." The page boy bows again and hurries out of the room.

"Shall we go?" Remilia asks everyone, a faint grin on her face.

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"Again, thank you for joining me today." The King says at the end of the dinner when everyone has stopped eating. The six council members sit on the right side of Rumilius. They are mostly old, and eyes the King with something other than friendliness.

The others sit down at the other chairs, around the huge oval table. There is a total of seven captains present, most of them having one to three companions. Remilia, Asakeryu, Rathius and the Hellbirds sit closest to the King.

"Today we have been gathered here for the updates on our war with Aurallim, the movements of the Witch's Cult, and the rising of demons from various locations." The King says.

"My King, who are these... peasants here with us? We, the council, thought that this would be a meeting between important personnel of Rehniar." An old man speaks up, flinging his hand at Remilia's companions, and a few others with the captains. He has a big build - not the muscular type - and a pair of sharp eyes and thick eyebrows.

Remilia stands up. "I am sorry, Euclius, but these are here on my behalf."

The man, Euclius, snorts loudly. "My young princess, there are manners on royal affairs. These people..."

Remilia picks up a table knife and flings it at the man. It precisely knocks against his wine glass, which falls to the ground and shatters. Euclius's eyes widen in horror, and he no longer speaks.

Rumilius sighs. "Remilia, please." He looks at the people present. "You are all here on my behalf. Please, please introduce yourselves to the others."

Rumilius looks at Remilia. She sighs, then motions at her companions.

 

*I stand up from my char*
"My name is Rathius, I come from the Island known as Daruk Lytha. I'm here to give you information about the so called 'Sins' I battle earlier this week."

*I point my hand towards The Boy*
"I also brought this child with me, he was being chased by the Witch's Cult and they needed him for there master."

*I sit back down*