Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Mar 11, 2010 23:25:21 GMT -6
A monk found his way infront of the twin-sword wielding Sacaen, and began muttering his own gibberish. The air around the myrmidon glowed, and he barely rolled away in time before beams of light scorched the ground. After growing accustomed to the steadier pace of the mages, he wasn't used to the speed with wich the monk let out his next strike. A bolt of light struck him square on the left shoulder. Jolting, he released his sword and let out a cry of pain through gritted teeth. Clasping the sword again, the sacaen rushed the monk, darting and swerving, preventing the monk from getting an immediate lock on him. The monk had almost finished a chant, however, when he slammed his right sword down on the monks left shoulder, cutting clean through the soft muscle and weak bones of the skinny holy man. Turning, Yaen thrust the same sword into the monks chest. There was a gasp, then hollow eyes as the Sacaen myrmidon kicked the corpse off. "Damn..." he growled as he sheathed his left sword. Taking cover behind a pillar, he palmed a nearly empty vulnerary, pouring the soothing liquid over his shoulder, shivering as it alleviated his pain.
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 12, 2010 0:00:15 GMT -6
Ruin...two of the pillars holding the room's ceiling had fallen, and it probably would take only one more before the building collapsed. Chelsea had been injured. Wyatt has been nearly burnt alive. Kelvin was struck down by a Lightning spell, and Valcrist had to carry Chelsea away, before they got hurt any more. Lady Lucy still fought against Chester. Neither seemed to back down.
Then it was as if the room had been frozen. A storm brew in the center of the room, as shards of ice filled literally brew from the ground. Lucy was standing next to him, arm extended, while carrying a blue tome he hadn't seen before. He did recognize the spell, though.
Was...Lucy really that strong? The ice broke, shards flying everywhere, before dissipating, as if they had never existed. But then it happened. The third pillar was broken. Barely having time to think, Gabriel simply shouted, while looking around to see if any of his comrades needed immediate help.
"RUN! The ceiling will collapse!" he saw Wyatt not too far off from where the ice had formed, almost resting on his hammer. Readying up another fireball and throwing it at the few mages that still remained near the center, he made his way towards the fighter.
"Let's go, we need to get out of here before we get crushed by the building!" he said, trying to help him get the hammer unstuck.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Mar 12, 2010 6:17:42 GMT -6
With the help of Saffra's strength and Gabriel adding his, the maul pulled itself free from the earth. Wyatt leaned on the dragon-girl's shoulder, lacking the strength to walk properly himself.
"D-Don't let him...get away..." He stammered. Someone had to bring him down, but Wyatt was in no condition to do so himself.
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Post by Valcrist on Mar 12, 2010 10:07:57 GMT -6
There it was, a clinic. Luckily it was somewhat nearby the magic academy. He dragged her in, not even stopping to think about what happened after he left, what went down with Chester and Lucy. He helped drag her in to the building, and the receptionist caught sight of it. She immediately left her little area to come help him carry her. "What happened?"
"She... There was a fight, and she got hit with a lot of magic. She fell unconscious, I used some medicine on the wound, but she didn't wake up and I don't know what to do and I need help please." By the time he reached the end his voice grew weak and strained, taking a breath he tried again. "She needs medical attention."
"Richard! Someone's coming through, prepare the room!" She hollered, her head turned to the other room. It was a fairly small clinic, it seemed like this Richard was the only doctor here. They took Chelsea into the other room, and with a grunt of effort, was able to get her onto the bed.
"Kid, you don't have to worry. She'll be fine. We deal with magical injuries all the time, that's why we set up here by school." She put a hand and Valcrist's shoulder, giving him a calm smile.
"Al... alright." He said, but continued to watch Chelsea's unconscious body.
"Hrm... Heavy burns and some electrical shock damage. Natalia, get a staff. We can heal these surface wounds with magic, I'll prepare some medicine and salve to take care of lasting wounds and burns." Doctor Richard was off, and Natalia left too. All that was left was Valcrist and Chelsea.
"...Please feel better Chelsea..."
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Mar 12, 2010 11:26:35 GMT -6
Saffra hadn't noticed it but when Gabriel mentioned that the building was falling, her eyes went directly up, and could see the ceiling visually shift and vibrate. Cracks in the bricks were forming, and pieces of the structure fell to the ground, most notably the large piece that landed only a few feet behind Gabriel, Wyatt and herself. With a gasp, she took Wyatt's maul, and hefted it over her shoulders awkwardly, having to use the strength enhancement from her dragonstone to do so, otherwise, it was much too heavy.
Giving Gabriel a bleak look, she nodded and motioned her way to the door with her finger. This was bad, even for her. She didn't want to die in such a place for such a stupid reason. Allowing Wyatt to put his weight upon her, she began to walk him out almost as quickly as she could with her other arm wrapped around Wyatt's body, just under his arm, as if to hoist him up.
"Come Gabriel, we must get him out, lead us on!"
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 12, 2010 15:12:00 GMT -6
Chelsea looked around. Where was she? Everything was... dark. She tentatively walked forward, reaching back for her bow... only to find it not there. Neither was her quiver. What was going on? She kept walking, looking as she went. Finally she was something up ahead, a light. A fire! That's when she realized how cold she was and she hurried towards it. She sat down next to it, trying to get warm. But it wasn't work. Why not? Before she knew it, it was raining and her fire was gone. No! She slowly got up and started walking again.
After a few minutes, she spotted someone up ahead. She walked faster, trying to catch up with whoever it was. When she got closer she called out, but he didn't look back. She ran faster and finally caught him. It was Kelvin. She was slightly shocked. "K-Kelvin? Where are we?"
Kelvin glared at her, a look that made her shrink back. "What are you doing here? You couldn't even look out for yourself in a simple fight. Why would I want to be with someone like that?" Chelsea slowly moved back. W-what? As she moved back, she bumped into someone else. She turned to see Valcrist. "Get out of here. Why would we want an archer like you? Can't even fire under pressure."
She tried to move away again, only to run into Karina, Rayl, Gabriel and Saffra. Each, in turn, berated her. Why were they all doing this to her? What did she do so deserve this? Why... She hurried away from them all, tears streaming from her eyes. That's when she bumped into another, much stronger body. She slowly looked up. Her eyes widened. "D-Dad...?"
Chelsea moved around, restless, in the bed. Her dream was growing worse and she showed no sign of waking.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Mar 12, 2010 18:02:41 GMT -6
Yaen sheathed his still bloody swords and rolled away from the pillar just before a large chunk of stone landed on the spot he had been sitting. "Hurry, unless you want this place to become your tomb!" He called to the others. His mind screamed for him to run to the door, but seeing that Wyatt couldn't even stand on his own, his heart told him to run to them. Stupid heart.
Running towards them, he nearly crashed into Saffra before coming to a stop. " I've got him!" He said, slinging an arm around Wyatt's waist. "You can't carry him and that thing at the same time. Go! I'll carry him on my back if I have too!"
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Mar 12, 2010 19:37:21 GMT -6
Kelvin slowly stood up, ashamed of himself. He had allowed Chelsea to get hurt, he had failed her. He had told her he wouldn't let anything happen to her, and he had let her down. The cavalier would have stood there in misery, but a sizable piece of ruble fell from the ceiling, and struck him in the shoulder. It hurt. A lot. Kelvin's survival instinct kicked in, and he hurried to get out of the room. He found himself sprinting for the shattered window, his body screaming in pain. He jumped, clearing the window. In the air, two fireballs zoomed over his shoulders. Just when he thought he was safe however, a third fireball struck him in the back, causing him to flip in mid-air. Kelvin landed on his back, safe, but miserable. He hurt, emotionally and physically. Kelvin let out a sigh, then slipped into unconsciousness.
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Harlow Rysche
Archer
[M:0]
Posts: 42
Profession: Painter
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Empfindsam
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Post by Harlow Rysche on Mar 12, 2010 20:37:40 GMT -6
This is going to be tricky, Harlow thought, pulling an arrow out of his quiver and breaking it near the tip. He clenched his hand around it into a fist so that the sharp arrowhead was protruding from between his fingers. He readied himself for the moment when the mage inevitably exposed himself from around the barrier of the well; at that moment, Harlow wound punch him soundly in the chest or abdomen and hope the shock of the puncture would take the mage by surprise.
It looks like the mage was planning something too, however, and before Harlow knew it, the lad was up on top of the well wall and had swiped his leg forcefully into the side of Harlow's head. Harlow took the blow and ducked to counter another kick before countering by plunging his arrow into the mage's leg. As the kid cried out in pain, Harlow hoised himself up onto the wall as well (grimacing because it antagonized his burns) to get a better angle (the wall was about chest height) and try to land a killing blow in the now bent over mage's back. But just as he had made his way up, a loud cracking sound emerged from the school behind him, followed by a terrible rumbling. The noise made Harlow jerk instinctively to see what had happened, and in that instant the mage, trying to escape, had gotten his foot caught under Harlow's leg and the two lost their balance and tumbled into the well together, the mage's face connecting with the overhanging beam with a sickening crunch on the way down.
Before Harlow knew what had happened, he had already bounced a couple times off of the walls of the narrow well shaft before finally landing with a splash in the chest-high water at the bottom of the well. Frantically, back and arms stinging because of the pain the water caused in contact with his wounds, he floundered around to pinpoint his enemy and try to capitalize on the moment to establish the upper hand. He realized the lad was leaning limply against him, his face buried in the folds of his jacket. Closer examination revealed that the mage was unconcious; either he'd bee knocked out when he hit the beam or he'd also hit his head on the edge of the wall on the way down.
As Harlow stood there wet and in pain, he tried to figure out what to do next. His body was screaming for a vulnerary, but this was no place to try to apply medicine. Fortunately there was a rope hanging down into the well so that he'd be able to climb out. But this left him the dilemma of what to do with the unconscious mage. The kid was still breathing - it's not like he could just leave him here in a well to drown. Harlow tried for a bit to prop the kid up in a way that he wouldn't slip beneath the water before he woke up, but he couldn't manage it. So, after a few minutes of finagling, he finally found a way to sit the lad down on the bucket and wrap the rope around him in a way to secure him while Harlow tried to climb to the top. Once he got out, he'd see if he could lift the kid out via the crank without him falling off.
The climb up the rope was excruciating. It wasn't exactly that Harlow was a weakling - he'd trained hard to overcome the disatvantaged physical condition his of youth - but the pain of the water irritating his burns made the motion of shimmying up the rope quite agonizing, as the residual heat of the magic fire took the opportunity to flare up at every muscular motion. He was fortunate the mage had been a novice and hadn't produced an incredibly powerful blast, otherwise his injuries would have made this feat impossible. But the well wasn't incredibly deep, and he made his way out soon enough.
When he had caught his breath and taken the time to apply a vulnerary to his wounds - ah, sweet release! The stinging had stopped, and all that was left was a persistent dull pain - Harlow turned to take a look to see what had happend at the school...
Or rather, what was left of the school! The entire thing had collapsed in upon itself! It was like there had been an earthquake! The sight jolted Harlow into action - his friends had been in there! Where was everyone? He had to find them and make sure they hadn't been crushed to death in the carnage! In his haste, he almost forgot to check on the mage in the well to see how he was doing. A quick glance assured him the lad was still securely fastened to the bucket with his head above the water, and then Harlow was away, dashing (as quickly as he could, anyways - his muscles were still a little sore) towards the school to try to see if anyone had made it out.
(OOC: Probably in the time he was climbing the rope, everyone else made it out, so I'm not sure exactly where they are at the moment or why Harlow hasn't seen them but whatever.)
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Captain Mikar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Meh I like floors"
Posts: 36
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Post by Captain Mikar on Mar 12, 2010 21:02:38 GMT -6
Before Mikar realized it the building that he was in was collapsing before his eyes. Everyone was making a hasty attempt to get out. Mikar was about to leave when he still heard the exchanging of fire between two mages. It was Lady Lucy and Chester. Mikar navigated his way through the rubble that was coming from the ceiling.
Mikar got closer and closer. A mage got in his way however but that didn't slow Mikar down. Mikar quickly dodged a lightning bolt, and slid by the man hitting his knees with the dull side of his axe. It made an un natural noise and the man fell in pain screaming. Mikar ended his misery and drove the axe into his chest. It was sad having to kill hhim, but he had to end his pain.
Mikar finally reached Lady Lucy and Chester "Lady Lucy I must get you out of here!" Mikar said talking over the noise of the falling building. No! Leave, save yourself. I must defeat him!" "I'm sorry I have to do this!" Mikar said as he picked her up and ran out of the building. Mikar threw her out of harms way.
Mikar saw Chester running towards him and with his tome in hand in the middle of casting a spell. Mikar knew that everyone's lives were at stake including his. Mikar had to think fast, so he took out his axe. Mikar looked at what seemed to be the only pillar left supporting the building. Mikar ran up and smashed his axe against the pillar and destroyed it.
The whole building was coming down now. Mikar couldn't get out, and Chester looked even more angry as he drew fire from his fingertips. Mikar ran at the man with his axe held high. As soon as Mikar struck the man's head with the axe, part of the ceiling fell on both of them. Mikar fell to the ground as the sound around him began to fade and his vision began to blur. Mikar closed his eyes as he blacked out, and the whole building collapsed around him.
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Post by Valcrist on Mar 12, 2010 23:30:07 GMT -6
He watched Chelsea toss and turn in her sleep, muttering in horror. He felt helpless, he couldn't do anything here. He wasn't able to help anyone... He was the one who needed saving, he couldn't even fight for himself let alone anyone else. He sat in a chair near the bed, holding himself and staring straight at the ground. I knew I wasn't good at fighting but... I thought I would pick it up if I tried hard enough... It... It's no smithing that's for sure. Maybe... Maybe I should just stick to my art... leave the fighting for the gifted... With a grim face he slowly rose his head to see Chelsea still there, still unconscious, and still in pain.
No. No feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to get better, so I don't get asked to leave. So I can actually fight. So I can help people. So I can... I can... That thought never finished, instead he heard an incredibly loud noise. A noise that sounded like that one time he messed up repairs at Kelvin's house and all the wood collapsed on itself, only much MUCH louder.
"Richard!" The nurse from earlier shouted.
"I heard! Get your staff, we need to see what happened!" The doctor yelled and filled his bag with medicine. "You, kid, stay here and watch the Clinic!" He barked at Valcrist and before he could respond, he was all alone with Chelsea.
"I wonder what happened?"
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Mar 12, 2010 23:59:14 GMT -6
With the building coming down fast, Saffra didn't know what to do. her hand gripped the hammer desperately, but Wyatt, Yaen, herself and Gabriel were still inside, that was all she could see in her direct line of vision, her yellow eyes searched chaotically as mages tried to flee out of the building in a squabbling hurry, their robes kicking up dust that had been falling from the roof. Allowing Yaen to take Wyatt, she thrust Wyatt's hammer at Gabriel to take, it would probably be heavy for him, but he would have to do his best, because now, she couldn't carry it.
Closing her eyes, hands clutched so tightly around the dragonstone that her knuckles turned white and devoid of blood, her form changed in a flash. Her white-blue scales covered her impressively tall body, wings tucked in and tail outstretched as far as she could reach it. She had been careful with her transformation, and it was very very cramped inside now, having to duck low so not to damage the roof further, she would have had her head go right through if she wasn't careful. under her, she sheltered the three men, becoming a roof so debris would not fall on them. She looked down under her and looked to be in pain, as the roof was resting on her back literally
"Flee! Hurry! The foundation will not last! Nor will I!"
Saffra's voice boomed, her motherly tone clear as day, as if she were actually protecting her own. Eyes slowly closing, her legs shook visibly and debris and pieces of roof fell around her, rubble big and small. out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bearded man go down under some of the stone, and that caused her to close her eyes for the moment, as she pushed up gently, with a loud growl which shifted to a roar soon enough.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Mar 13, 2010 0:09:03 GMT -6
Yaen skidded to a stop as he heard Mikars booming voice. Turning his head, the young swordsman let out a gasp of shock as the old pirate disappeared beneath the rubble. "Mikar!" he shouted in vain. Yaen looked at Wyatt, then at the rubble. He couldn't save both. Yaen found himself at a hard crossroad. Mikar, or Wyatt? Mikar...Mikar was an old man with a full life. Wyat...Wyatt's life was only beginning. Yaen knew the choice he had to make. He felt Mikar would agree. "I'm getting you out of here." He said, pulling Wyatt up into his arms, as if he were a small child. I'll come back for you, Mikar. he swore as he ran for the door. Just hold on...
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Harlow Rysche
Archer
[M:0]
Posts: 42
Profession: Painter
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Empfindsam
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Post by Harlow Rysche on Mar 13, 2010 0:14:49 GMT -6
Harlow quickly ran into the building and was amazed at what he saw. There. Was. A. DRAGON!
"Holy mother of mercy! Where did THAT come from?!"
The collapsing building had risen slightly as he'd approached it. It took him a few moments, but he realized that one of the people in the building must have been a manakete and had transformed shortly after the collapse began. He'd only very rarely ever run into dragon people in the past, finding them somewhat hard to relate to. He hadn't realized there was one of them in the unit - unless maybe one of the mages was also a manakete? He hoped not. If so, they were about to be in serious trouble.
He saw that most of the enemy mages were either already out of the building or had been crushed to death. A few were frantically fleeing towards whatever exits could be found. All that was left of the Lycian troops, at least as far as he could see, were the red-haired fighter from before, Gaberiel, and a swordsman he didn't recognize. The swordsman was carrying the fighter on his back and running for the exit. When Harlow saw that the dragon seemed to be no effort to hurt any of the survivors or stop their retreat, he determined it must have been on their side. He saw no sign of Lady Lucy, Mikar, or the other girl who had been inside - the one called Lady Saffra, whom he had not met but knew of.
At this point, he realized something: the building was just barely holding together because of the dragon's efforts, and charging in here to help probably wasn't the brightest of ideas. But he was here now, so he'd see what he could do.
"Gabriel! Where is Lady Lucy? She wasn't crushed, was she?" He quickly scanned the room, but could not see her under any of the debris. But what he did see was Mikar and another form pinned to the floor by a large piece of rubble. "MIKAR!" he shouted, and began to run towards him, but a tremor caused him to lose footing and stumble to the ground as some more of the building came down around them.
"Everyone, what are we going to do? We can't just leave Mikar there, can we?" He knew they were in serious danger if they didn't get out right away, but Mikar was in trouble! He propped himself up and looked up at the dragon, who was shaking under the intense strain of holding up the roof. He made eye contact, pleading "Good dragon! Is there... is there anything you can do to help him?"
(OOC: Harlow hasn't made the connection that Saffra is a manakete - sorry if this post is confusing)
(OOC EDIT: erg, timing on this post isn't quite right - my apologies)
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 13, 2010 0:32:51 GMT -6
Chelsea looked up into the face of her father. "W-Wha...?" She started to back away again, afraid he'd be the same to her as the others. But he only smiled and pulled her into a hug. She looked up at him, confused. "D-Dad? What's going on?"
Her father gave her another smile. "You're dreaming. You were knocked out in the battle earlier and are technically unconscious." She held her out, taking her in. "You've grown so much."
She blushed slightly. "B-But... why were the all so mean to me? I don't understand..."
"It's your own inhibitions and fears. It's just your mind projecting your worries out for you to interact with. You look like your mother, you know." He added with a smile.
"When will I wake up? Is everyone ok?"
"I don't know, sweetie. You'll have to find out for yourself."
"Will I... see you again soon?" She asked sheepishly. "I... I miss you..."
He smiled one last time. "I miss you too. You'll see me again when the time's right. But not a second sooner." He embraced her once more and then started to fade.
"No, Dad! Wait, come back! Dad!" That last word she actually shouted out, her eyes snapping open. Her arm was outstretched and her eyes wet with tears. It had seemed so real...
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