Alaric Kyyneltya
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Apr 9, 2014 4:30:29 GMT -6
Alaric stepped forward and took off his cap in a courteous nod. "I know we hadn't said it yet, but my name's Alaric and this is my brother, Synkkis. I want to kill me a living dead man. Also whatever that snake thing you're talking about." he said in a crass manner. He wasn't much to stand around and chat when he could be doing something more enjoyable. He noticed Vivian fumble her torch and laughed a bit. "Hey, do you have another one of those?" he asked with a smile.
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Post by Roin Valor on Apr 10, 2014 6:38:56 GMT -6
While everyone had their issues, he simply made a mental note of the names he heard, not even turning back to speak. The mine shaft was large, though rubble sported most of the sections near the walls, but that didn't mean it was safe. Any pile of rubble could be a clever ambush spot, especially based along tales of the undead and their varied levels of strength. They were sturdy, sometimes far more than a mortal could be thanks to the dark magic that kept them moving.
It was a moment's walk, the light from the entrance finally gone and replaced fully by Vivian's torch. Roin came to a stop as they neared a section of the mine that was clearly not right. While they had walked a fairly clean path, the rubble now covered the walkway, rather than spotting in patterns near the walls. The rubble had been moved. The group would hear Roin carefully lift his sword, not removing it yet but angling the sheath to allow him to pull his blade free at a moment's notice.
"This isn't right. We're not-"
Roin's voice was muted as the walls themselves seemed to collapsed in front of them. Corpses, their clothes ragged and covered in the nutrients of the earth they had been housed in. Slowly, one by one, they began to shamble up from where they had all fallen, their groans picking up. Roin was unnerved briefly, the sight of dark magic certainly not a well-known one for him. The main worry, however, was that these Undead were wearing clothes of the Ilian miners. They had been risen here. However, a more troubling factor came to light as he took a single step back, pulling free his sword with a furrow of his brow. There were twelve of the monsters, the distance more than enough time for the group to ready for a fight or flee. From the statement he'd barely registered, though, he expected a fight.
"Even the ground strikes against us...this can't be some simple creature behind all this..."
One arm moved back to ensure no one rushed in, the other holding his blade out slightly. He wasn't scared of the fight, but he hadn't faced any such fiends before.
[OOC Note: Should be fairly obvious, but try to keep a count of how many are standing of the twelve during combat. Don't want to lose count and have us end up slaying more/less.]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 15:11:20 GMT -6
"Find more chunks of wood like this one, and I can keep these torches comin'!" She replied to the young swordsman with powerful self-assurance. They probably only needed that single torch, and since the two sword fighters would be the more mobile of the group, it'd fall on her to be responsible with the torch...unless she nearly drops it again. Maybe if that happened, she could catch it again, but smack a zombie with the flame. TECHNICALLY, it's still the flame from her fire tome, so it should be effective! With that in mind, she had quite the mischievous smile piercing her features as they journey forth. Maybe she could light the wood repeatedly and just start whacking stuff with it! It'd reduce the amount of energy she'd exert in the long run!
...Moving on.
Sure was dark down here though. Good thing they had a torch. She wasn't really familiar with mines, so if she would have gone in here alone, she probably would have ended up lost...or eaten. Speaking of eating, there were the flesh-seekers now! Aaaaand god were they hideous! Granted, she's never seen "undead" before, but it wasn't a pleasant sight. Normally, one would question how this was even possible, but all Vivi wanted to know was how to NOT get bitten. She'd heard horror stories of undead people being able to turn you into one of them if they bite you...or was that vampires? Either way, it was rather bogus, but she didn't want to risk it either. Even though Roin held his arm out, even she wasn't crazy enough to approach the walking dead. She kept self ready, safely placing the torch down so she could free her hand for battle. Since it wasn't going anywhere, the light from the flame would remain to illuminate the area so everyone could see.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
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Profession: Mercenary Tactician
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OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 15, 2014 2:04:07 GMT -6
The purple mage was quite liking this little pace they had going. Roin would place a rock, Vivian had her torch lit, Alaric got to flirt or whatever he was doing, and he was placing rope at the end of the column. He was placing the rope without a hitch when the air got heavier. It seemed damp and the faint smell of death hung in the air. Turning around, there were already a hallway filled with men charging towards them. He wouldn't have recognized them for undead if not for their shrieks and growls.
Without missing a beat he dropped the rope from his arm and pulled his tome from its leather case. As the pages opened, the pages flipping revealing multiple symbols for his spell. He met the enemy with nothing but an honest smile. He couldn't wait to see how they performed! Until he saw how many of them there were. He had to focus on living first before he could very well see the extent of their elder magic infused powers. He couldn't underestimate any of them. Who knew what sort of variation they could hold? He'd be sure to check the bodies for any signs of tampering if they didn't disintegrate. The possibilities were endless!
Enough daydreaming. The shambling and certainly spooky miners were making their way forward and it became rather quiet within the party. The tactician made a very quick suggestion that could've come off as an order. "With Roin and Alaric up front, Vivian and I can strike them just around you!" he made sure to say in a clear, but not overly loud voice.
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Alaric Kyyneltya
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Apr 15, 2014 16:14:30 GMT -6
Alaric was looking at the braces around him, seeking some wood that may have been readily available. It didn't look all that stable so he didn't want to chance it. He was just about to reply when he was a little startled by Roin just halting in his tracks with his arm held out. The opportunity he was waiting for presented itself and he was ready to spring into action. These guys were no match for the four of them, especially Alaric.
Alaric drew his sword with a flash and dashed forwards, going for a horizontal slash at the closest's neck. He had no regard for the others, but was ready to dodge anything that came at him with his quick feet and slender composure. "About time!" he exclaimed.
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Post by Roin Valor on Apr 16, 2014 5:45:27 GMT -6
Roin gave a pause as Alaric charged past him. The blade cut through the Undead's neck, the head flying away. However, the Undead didn't stop, stumbling past Alaric blindly. Roin narrowed his eyes and, with his hand moving back to grab his sword hilt with the other, he stabbed forward as he stepped out. The strike was simple, but the power punched through the Undead's back, the force making the creature's form waver before turning to dust. They were using old bodies, so as such they couldn't be held together even by some of the stronger magic. They were weak enough to destroy in but a few swings of the sword.
"Careful, don't let them get too-"
He didn't finish his statement, having to turn quickly to parry one of the Undead's attacks with his sword. They all, in one form or another, had weapons. Either through exposed bones, pickaxes they carried, or by something they picked up off the ground. All the same, the stumblers weren't to be doubted. Alaric would start finding himself surrounded, four of the Undead approaching him. Roin cursed under his breath as he dodged a wild swing of one of the many undeads' pickaxes, the weapon cracking against a nearby support as it sprayed splinters before he swung once more. This time, however, he cut the pickax's wood grip as the handle fell harmlessly to bounce off the ground. The Undead looked to the weapon before Roin lashed out hard, his sword cutting once diagonally up to the Undead's shoulder before he turned and brought the blade back with a more vertical angle, the Undead falling to his knees from the gruesome wounds before falling into dust as well.
At least they died with well-aimed, powerful strikes. However, the other two Undead had slipped by Roin during his exchange, both of them making their way toward the mages.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 15:50:12 GMT -6
"Ahh craaaap!" She noticed the two that slipped past Roin and was headed straight for her and Synkkis. One of them also held a pickaxe in his hand, but the other wielded a blunt-like object in his hands...huh. Must have picked it up from somewhere. They sure did do a lot of moaning that was quite...bothersome on the ears. It seemed especially bad over where the swordfighters were. She was glad that she didn't have to dead with THAT. She actually felt bad for the both of them, unless they had some sort of moaning resistance...wait, their LIVES were more important than their SANITY...right? Ah, she was sure they just endured it.
"Hope yer reeeeady, dude!" She directed towards the purple mage as she began casting a rather large sphere of flame when she opened her fire tome. Now, she had to prioritize the more dangerous one...while the blunt object would prrrrrrobably hurt a ton, it probably beats getting struck by that pickaxe from the other Undead, so she decided to aim for the more dangerous one.
As they were closing in at a rather slow, yet steady pace, the one with the pickaxe was the closest and ahead of the one with the blunt object, which made it perfect for her. After feeling like the sphere was large enough, the eccentric mage smirked as she hurled the ball of flames as they struck decaying man in his chest, eventually being engulfed by flames and the other Undead paused to watch his...well, friend on fire. Since he was still trying to move around while on fire, she figured he wasn't going to die that easily, so she quickly conjured up another fire ball and launched it towards his head, smacking him directly as he dropped backwards and quickly being reduced to ashes.
Hopefully her companion there was getting ready for his move, because she probably didn't have enough time to defend herself against the second Undead man as he continued on towards them both.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 17, 2014 17:15:02 GMT -6
As much as he would have braced to knock out the club-wielding skeleton in front of him, he had to make sure his brother wouldn't get mauled by the creatures surrounding him. Jumping in front of Vivian on top of the newly roasted corpse, he blocked the way of the freak and concentrated his willpower into making a strike. He could visibly see the dark magic pulsing from both him and the walking skeleton. He paid no mind to what would possibly happen to him, as long as he made sure his brother was safe.
The faint dark smoke that emanated from the skeleton in front of him flurried into a concentrated ball of jet black... something. It burned with purple flames that illuminated everything around it, but also seemed to pull all of the light inwards on it, dimming the effect of the torch for a few seconds. The sphere fell towards the ground in a peculiar manner, the matter disappearing. Just behind Alaric as a revenant stood poised to strike, arms of darkness jutted from nearly every direction, grasping hold of whatever it could of the miner. The arms pulled back to return to the walls and brought its limbs with it, not much of the being left until it burned away to ash.
"A-amazing..." Synkkis observed, dumbstruck on how these corpses were manipulated. He didn't get much time for anything before the skeleton in front of him had reared his club backwards and brought it down towards the dark mage. It was something he could've easily dodged otherwise, but the dash as well as casting ate up a lot of his mental concentration and he barely stumbled back into Vivian as the club smashed down on his plate armored shoulder. The armor was more than two years old and had braced the elements of nearly all of Elibe. It had done well to stop nearly everything thrown at it, but it gave out under the force and shattered it in two, Synkkis feeling the pain of a welt that was starting to grow. The weight of the attack drove him to ground where he landed on his bottom.
"Damn it, Alaric. Get out of there!" he yelled, pulling himself up.
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Alaric Kyyneltya
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Apr 18, 2014 3:44:42 GMT -6
Despite the fantastic luck he got for the very sluggish skeleton he just decapitated, he quickly found four surrounding him completely. He managed to dodge one near fatal strike that came at him from one of the miners who was using his finger bones as claws. He made two wild swings at the creature, just trying to keep it away from him. He didn't pay too much mind as to if he slayed the creature as two more closed in. His space restricted considerably, the thought of him being ripped apart by these things stroke a bit of fear in his heart. No one wanted to be stuck by pointy bits or worse.
Behind him, he heard a violent series of cracks and crashes, with a pile of ash at his feet and his brother being stood over by one of those damned undead with a club in its hand. Making use of the room available to him, he leaped forward and stabbed at the jumble of bones. It had to do something, right? He hoped it did, because he had two, possibly three more right behind him.
"Uh... Sorry! You're OK, right?"
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Post by Roin Valor on Apr 18, 2014 23:26:25 GMT -6
While the trio had their close call, Roin cursed under his breath as he side-stepped a clumsy attack from Alaric's pursuing group. With a yell, his eyes narrowed and his strike came across with far more speed and power than before. The way these abominations walked at him and then struck with such intent to kill had set off his hatred for evil that had been instilled at a young age. His sword caught the jaw of the Undead, hitting hard enough that the head flew away as the body crumbled to dust. The two were still coming, but Roin didn't care. Turning, he took three large, yet quick, steps toward them. The one Alaric had stabbed had given pause, but the brothers were sprayed in the dust of the fallen monster, his voice coming out harsh.
"Stay focused! We can't afford such carelessness!"
His anger was justified. He had grown angered because he had to strike quickly and break his calm pace just to ensure they weren't overwhelmed. In his rage, however, a break had occurred in his momentary lapse. One of the Undead closed the distance, bringing a hammer down with both hands that, with a hard crack, hit Roin's shoulder guard. He fell to his knees, wincing as he bit back a cry before quickly spinning and, with a quick slash, cut the monster in half, the legs falling away as the upper half hit the ground. Roin let out a groan of pain, slowly rising off the ground with his teeth shut tight. The abomination was still alive, moaning briefly as the last of them closed the distance. Roin didn't seem to notice it, raising his foot and stomping the head of the cut-in-two abomination. They didn't bleed, but if they did the scene would be horrid, his boot smashing the head into dust with the rest of the body as the magic lost its hold. Though he wasn't saying anything yet, his free hand was hanging loose. His shoulder had likely locked up from the pain, but the fact his pauldron was still rather decent, aside from the bump in it, meant it had saved him from a fair bit of damage, but it was clear he wasn't going to be striking with a two-handed blow, which cut his potential power in half at least.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 18:13:38 GMT -6
Watching all that unfolded, she was readying herself for another fire ball. However, she had to halt her spell as Synkkis nearly crashed into her from barely avoiding the club-wielding undead that lashed out at him. By the time the other brother arrived and took out the club-wielder, things were starting to turn pretty rough as they were nearly being overwhelmed until Roin arrived. Looking forth and counting down the numbers of the remaining undead miners, they've at least cleared out the majority of them and that was a good thing! ...for now. She held her tome at her side, ready for another quick cast as she prepared herself for anything.
Since she wouldn't be the one jumping ahead knocking their heads off, she had to think of a way to reduce their numbers before they arrived...even if she could only get one of them. The revenants, while mindless, were VERY sneaky, it seemed. Really, if they could pick up random hammers and stuff, then they should have at least had SOMETHING left remaining up there in the mess that was probably the leftovers of their cranium. She would make a joke about that outwardly to lift the grim moment, but it PROBABLY wouldn't be very appropriate at the moment...and she didn't want any odd looks from her allies either. Better to shut up and think of a plan that will reduce their chances of getting mauled and killed by these walking dead. At the very least, things seemed under control, but she wanted to end this quickly. An idea sparked that sort of contradicted her stance in this battle.
"Watch out, dudes! Another fire ball coming up!" She shouted as she made her way through and slightly in front of them all as she began casting her flame. The sphere grew the largest it was supposed to be this time as opposed to her average-sized fire balls she's used to whipping out for quicker retaliation at the cost of weaker power, displaying her adept control over her fire tome perfectly this time. She was using it since her pupil days, so it was at least the only tome she was currently very good at manipulating to her liking. Regardless, once the fire ball was cast, it was unleashed like a wild beast as the sphere homed on the closest undead miner that was approaching them all. It struck the skeleton head on, since the undead here seemed to lack the speed to actually dodge a fastball-like attack.
Paused by her spell casting, she was vulnerable, but she was counting on the rest of her team to jump forth before the rest of the undead could maul her...hopefully they would, anyway!
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
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"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
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Profession: Mercenary Tactician
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 23, 2014 19:14:42 GMT -6
After the smoke and dust cleared, there weren't any more standing - them being reduced to piles of ash on the ground. He managed to stand up on his own, brushing the pile of ash off of him. "Alaric! You damned fool! You could've died in there! Take responsibility for your actions!" Synkkis blasted, gripping his tome tightly. The outburst was short, before he calmed down rather quickly. "I don't want to see you getting hurt..." he said softly, returning the tome to his leather satchel. Thoughts of his sister sprang to mind and he didn't want to feel that loss again. Two years still didn't completely heal those wounds.
Flinching a bit as he reached into his satchel, he now looked to the shattered plate on his arm. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a knife and cut the two supporting leather straps that held it there. It fell to the ground - there wasn't anything he could make use out of it anymore. Replacing his knife he felt his hand up towards the wound and was relieved there wasn't blood. However, it had swollen and was quite painful. Nothing that'd hold him back, however any more than he couldn't comfortably move his left arm in certain directions.
"Alright, what now? I'm good to go."
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Apr 23, 2014 19:30:35 GMT -6
He had come in and nearly killed the skeleton and managed to break away from the other ones... what was the big deal!? Everyone just had to jump on him for something so small. "I said I was sorry, OK!? Get off my back!" he yelled back, sheathing his blade. He kicked a pile of ash off his boot and stood away from the group a little bit just to let them cool off. They were all dead and no one got seriously hurt. His brother worried too much.
"You didn't need to get hit like that, Syn. I can take care of myself, you know." He walked back, looking his brother in the eye. "Thanks, though." he said, turning back down towards where they were meant to be going. "So, any more of that? I think we can take 'em." Alaric said boldly. This time he wouldn't let any slip past.
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Post by Roin Valor on Apr 24, 2014 15:53:39 GMT -6
Roin quietly looked to the scene of the many piles of ash. They had won, but the damage was obvious. He looked to his hanging arm, weakly squeezing the lax hand before cursing under his breath. The hammer had done quite the bit of damage. It had stopped most of the force, but the slightly dented guard on his shoulder was proof that these things were strong. Taking a moment to awkwardly sheath his blade, he pulled a vial from his belt, popping it open and raising it to his lips. He drank a small dash of it, wincing slightly before looking once more to his arm. After a moment, he began to get control over it, the Elixir carefully tending the wound. It wouldn't fully heal anytime soon, but finally he gained enough strength back to the injury to raise his arm and recork the vial, putting it away with a sigh.
"We press on. And we don't go into the crowd of them next time..."
He wasn't about to turn back to protect such a foolish move the next time. If not for carrying his Elixir vial, he'd be stuck with a limp arm until a healer could get to him. However, the one large issue still presented itself. This had only been a guard sprung upon them. Who knows how many more wait deeper within?
Roin carefully lowered, grabbing the same hammer that had hit him before sitting it upright on the ground, balancing it. It would serve as the next mark. Looking back to the trio, he sighed. "Good work, all of you...just be wary next time." He rolled his shoulder, wincing as it reached the higher part of the roll. It would be wise for him to avoid using both hands during combat, at least until the Elixir had time to work and heal. Starting out, he drew his sword with his good hand, sliding his injured arm's forearm through his bandolier, using it as a sling. It wasn't the best support, but with it stuck there his instincts wouldn't make him use the arm to hurt himself.
The tunnel, however, had a quick change. Only a short walk forward and the stones seemed less frequent and the tunnel opened outward. A giant chamber, an altar in the center, was before them. The room was lit by candles, but it was the altar itself that was strange. It was clearly new, made of stone more recently and clearly cared for. Roin was quiet as this came into view, looking around the chamber briefly. There was only one other exit from the large place, which meant their target was straight-on, but the fact that this chamber was so quiet made him worried for yet another trap.
"This place looks like it'd be used for creating those undead...only a magic user of the most foul kind would dare use an altar like that..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 11:12:00 GMT -6
"Awwww...you two get along so well it almost makes little 'ol me jealous!" She commented towards witnessing the two brothers fighting amongst each other before immediately patching things back up. She didn't really know what it felt like to have siblings, and with her amnesia, she wouldn't even have a clue if she did have siblings before she lost her childhood memories. Bleh, but who needed memories anyway? The future was more important to her and she just felt better for those who actually have all their memories intact and still cherish them. Apparently her past wasn't that important if her grandpa didn't bother to tell her ANYTHING about it. Ah, but there was time for such things later, as it seemed like the whole group was ready to press on.
And so they did, the mage following behind as the tunnel was becoming more straightforward. If there weren't murder-zombies and stuff sliding around, she wouldn't have mind exploring the entire mine after this was over. The last thing she wanted while down here alone was to get mauled by those brain-seeking undead. Hopefully the whole "brains" thing was just a silly stereotype for undead people, but you could never be too safe these days.
When they arrived to the alter-like area, she had a rather sudden chill go down her spine. Even though she had no clue as to what could possibly happen here, she just had the distinct feeling that some bad was coming and she needed to be ready for it...if she could maintain that level of seriousness for at least five seconds before completely forgetting about the premonition. "So, uh...Roin...?" Her voice almost coming out as timid when she called out to him. "About this, uh...snake thing. Y-you don't think it's, like...ginormously huge and freaky-looking...right? N-noooot afraid of it or anything, hah hah...uh, just, um...curious!"
Gosh, she was terrible at lying.
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