Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
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Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
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Affinity: Fire
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 30, 2014 6:08:20 GMT -6
Tarvos, as they are known in ancient lore, are creatures of utmost brutality and fierceness. Their distended grotesque bodies affords them the strength and monstrous fortitude one can only expect from creatures beyond the pale, while their cruel mockery of a human head makes them deviously clever unlike the mindless undead. They thought, they planned, they were conniving and that made them all the more worse. They were capable of sneak attacks, even with their chimeric bodies, and could even sneak up on a veteran warrior in the heat of battle. Of course, a Tarvos was not immortal, or even undead, they were living breathing creatures. Which, fittingly, afforded them the same weaknesses that all of Elmine's children hold, death.
Was it fate? Serendipity? Or just an old fashioned coincidence? What it called itself didn't rightly matter, all that was important were the events that transpired. A bolt from the heavens, a lightning strike from the frothy inky black skies of smoke circling around them, on a day without even a drop of rain to quench the gluttonous fires that littered the land. The lightning struck clean down upon the manbeast, the most injured and close to death. It finished the job the ebony blade began, for while such an act of fate may not have afforded it with the final destination of all life, it was more then enough to tackle a creature so close to his end.
Obviously this wasn't just an act of nature, as one would have guessed by now, but rather one of man. A very... fabulous and splendid man at that, garbed up to his ears in red fanciful robes that looked new with a rather fetching hat sporting a white plume. Unfortunately it wasn't something the others would see, at least not yet, he was rather far from the situation mind you. He could see the horse man hybrids abominations from a distance, not that they were particularly difficult to spot, and acted as quickly as he could calling down a fierce bolting as soon as he could. That was another thing about Tarvos you see, they were clever in a bestial fashion, but they lacked magic and in turn lacked resistance to it. A powerful mage could take one down more easily then a powerful warrior, and luck would be for these three, they had one of the most powerful mages in all of Elibe helping them now.
From below, Demon knickered and shook his head with a whinny, he didn't want to be here and he made no reservations in letting Elias know. Animals were sensitive to this sort of thing, this sort of thing referring to the unholy blight of monstrous creatures plaguing the land naturally. Elias wouldn't let that stop him though, he didn't let it stop him when he ventured near the burning village and wouldn't let it stop him when he fought these aberrations. He didn't much know who these people where, but he couldn't just sit there and watch as they were torn apart by not one, but two Tarvos. Well a Tarvos and a Tarvos Warlord, yeesh. That second one he... he's gonna need some work. He seemed just peachy, it wasn't a good sign. Also he was flailing some dude about like it was a... what do you call those? The big metal ball things connect to a chain... Scythe! That's it. Regardless, he was laying on the ground all almost dead and such. Which will not do, not at all, so Elias focused on the man whom, at a distance, looked like a blob of reddish pink (which is usually not a good sign, but Elias appreciated the color) and he held the decorated and beautiful staff of his in the air.
It's magic sought to transpose unconscious man, and with him being unconscious as had been said, he had little to no way to resist the calling. So it rescued the man and brought him right next to the mage, who was on the outskirts of the burning town. Lo and behold the man was none other then... that one guy! Elias knew him! Well kinda. He saw him, he seemed important, but never really stuck around in the chaotic workspace of Elias' mind. It didn't matter that much, all it meant is Elias had to help this guy like, three times as hard. Part of the Elias guarantee. He seemed completely knocked out and bleeding and injured and all of that junk, so that meant not mend, but holy maiden time. Lucky son of a gun. Fortunately Elias was already holding that staff so it wouldn't even mean weapon switching time. This was truly a staff of many different uses. He took in a deep breath, focusing magic into the head of the staff, assuming he didn't get interrupted Mr.Pink would be up and moving in just a few moments.
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Post by Gabriel Zobek on Apr 30, 2014 12:00:19 GMT -6
The two horseman looked over slightly as they heard cries from another warrior. And all at once, the larger horseman was preoccupied by a burning sweater and the injured horseman was crying out in pain and rage once more as Orcleus' blade cut into him. Picking up the spear again once more, the vicious monster set upon Orcleus.
And was struck down by a bolt of lightning from the heavens themselves.
Not knowing whether to thank a passing mage who now overlooked their battlefield or the divine blessing of Elimine herself, Gabriel did know to do what he did best and that was slaughter Monsters. The Maelduin had become distracted by the death of the Tarvos and it was this lapse in attention that Gabriel took advantage of, cutting into the side of the beast with a mighty slash, black blood spilling out upon the ground as Gabriel quickly rolled aside, avoiding the hacking retaliation of the Maelduin's frost-covered greataxe.
The ex-soldier turned mercenary could once more feel the restorative effects of the ebony blade, a rush of euphoric ecstasy inciting a renewal of hope and strength. This battle just became theirs to lose. Still though, the Maelduin would prove a tougher foe than the smaller (and yet still immense) horseman had. Gabriel evaded another swing, ducking low before coming back up in a dangerous arc, slashing into the hide of the horseman once more before rolling aside once more.
However, the horseman was ready for the move this time, bringing around a hoof to smash into Gabriel's chest, knocking him to the ground once more. It's axe meanwhile went swinging at Orcleus in a deadly arc of steel and frost.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 30, 2014 12:21:37 GMT -6
Boom! The heavens lit up and light filled orcleous eyes. Out of nowhere a great bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and struck the massive beast. Orcleous looked on with both shock and amazement. Was it the heavens looking down upon him for his braver, or was that luck? Either way the swordsman was alive. Not completely sure if the monster was dead Orcleous rushed forward and stabbed the dead horseman in the head with his blade. One could never be too sure with these things. For all he knew it could have still been alive, but a quick stab to the head confirmed its death.
"Ok that is one down", spoke Orcleous as he turned his attention to the other horse man. Orcleous charged forward hopeing to strike the beast from behind, but the monster seemed to be reading him like a open book. As Orcleous charged forward the beast swung its axe. Orcleous barely had the time to move his blade into a defensive stance. The axe smashed into the silver sword and sent the boy flying backwards. Orcleous could feel the chill ripple through his body as his armor scuffed across the ground. "Dang it is strong", grunted Orcleous as he stabbed his silver sword into the ground. Groggy and a bit disorientated Orcleous pulled himself up using his blade as a leaver.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 30, 2014 13:07:29 GMT -6
Okay then, no distractions. Good. Elias was afraid that the Warlord would just make a dash right to the mage and cleave his fleshy head from his soft squishy body. Or cut him in half, he had a really bad dream where some dude in red cut him him half. Oooh, it still gave him shivers thinking about it. That wasn't the important thing though, the important thing was getting this dude back on his feet. Or just not dying, that would be a noble goal too come to think of it. It seemed that the monster hadn't noticed him yet, which made sense because he was quite a bit aways and the thing was busy flailing around at some other folk. So for now he wouldn't have to worry, and unless the creature was capable of teleporting even if it charged it wouldn't arrive soon enough to stop the mage.
So he took a deep breath and began to pour his self into his magic, the staff shined a most brilliant glow as powerful glow engulfed the area, focused on the crumpled body before him. It took a lot of concentration to use this staff as opposed to the healing staff he held, it was infinitely more potent but that strength came at a price. He could only use it once everyday or so, the magic was too powerful to be used back to back, so he needed to be wise and careful with what he chose to use it on. Especially in a dangerous situation such as this, while he was helping the pink haired man, he wouldn't be able to save someone else if they were lethally injured. Or, at least, not as easily. You'd be amazed what you could do with enough determination even with a simple mending staff.
The process wasn't nearly as slow as it felt, it was almost as if time slowed down as he went at it, the strain was long and intense and while it took mere moments it felt as though it took many times more. He couldn't argue with the results however, it was like the staff was testing him every time, and he was pleased to say he's passed. It's gotten easier though, nothing was even a fraction as hard as it was that first time he helped Wyatt, then again he's never used magic that powerful since. Whatever was wrong with this man though, it didn't even begin to compare. Slowly he breathed out, focusing on the slow steady rhythm of his own breathing. It was almost finished now, he could hear the sounds of fire, battle, steel on flesh, he could smell the burning of bodies and the heat of the flame, but he put that all out of his mouth. Healing was the only thing that was important right now.
He felt the world seem to become more real around him as he finished. Taking in heavy breaths, like he had just participated in a foot race, he shook his head and composed his self. "Hey, hey you. You awake there?"
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Post by Gabriel Zobek on Apr 30, 2014 15:21:28 GMT -6
After sending the young warrior for a flight, the frost covered weapon continued upon a deadly trip of potential demise, slamming into the ground where Gabriel once was before rolling out of the way. Gabriel was up onto his feet once more, a bit slower than usual than usual. That kick definitely took the wind out of him, not to mention denting his breastplate. Air came in in ragged breaths, but he couldn't let it get to him now. If nothing else, he needed to keep the massive horseman focused on him and not the kid from Bern. At the same time, he felt a sense of drive swelling up within, prompting continued fight and not accepting any less. It was like a deep hunger.
Gabriel didn't have long to dwell on that odd feeling, ducking and weaving between blows. He needed to figure out an opening, identify any kind of weakness within his foe. All the power in the world didn't mean anything if you were too reckless.
"C'mon beast! Hit me!" Gabriel called out his challenge, starting to retreat slightly, drawing the Maelduin away from Orcleus. He couldn't count on another of those lightning bolts, it had been an incredible miracle the first time alone. At the same time, he couldn't count on any backup other than an untrained lad from Bern as well.
The vicious horseman gather another horizontal swing and Gabriel ducked under it, raising his borrowed sword to swing at one of the log-like arms the behemoth swung around. The ebony blade cut deep and hard, it's edge as fine as that of any silvered blade. The Maelduin screamed in pain and rage, a deep guttural roar that rung in the ears with the force of a ringing church bell.
The beast dropped it's axe thanks to Gabriel's well timed attack and now that the way for his blade was cleared, he began to hack and slash in multiple successions, bringing the Maelduin down to it's knees under the aggressive assault before Gabriel let loose a vicious and feral roar of his own, the magical blade he held in his hands cutting through the hairy beast's neck and toppling the head from the body.
He hacked and slashed a time or two more before finally stopping and backing away from the dead beast. And for a brief moment, everything seemed right. The beast was defeated, his euphoric rush ran anew as the restorative magic coursed through his body. Even that odd sense of hunger from before seemed somehow satisfied.
Breath heavy from the toll the battle had taken on his body and breastplate, Gabriel looked first to Orcleus, nodding to the Bern lad before looking where Richter had been before. Only to see the pink haired warrior very definitely missing.
"Richter?" The Etrurian began to look around for the Ilian. Had he crawled to cover after regaining consciousness?
"RICHTER! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 30, 2014 15:53:16 GMT -6
Orcleous could hardly believe it. If he did not see it with his own eyes he would have called it a lie. Gabriel had taken down that massive beast. It was like a seen from a story book, or a great deed done in a play. The beast fell and the warrior severed its head from its body. "You did it", spoke Orcleous. Disbelief could still be heard in his voice. Gabriel turned around and nodded to, but then he suddenly realized that his friend was missing. Franticly he moved to find Richard, but Orcleous remained were he was.
It was hard for him to move at the moment. The frost from the axe had stiffened up his body. it was a good thing he finished the monster when he did as Orcleous was not sure if he would have been of much help. The novice walked up to the headless beast body. He looked at its decapitated head and turned toward the monsters weapon. Where did this come from thought Orcleous as he attempted to pick it up off the ground. The weapon was far to heavy for him to lift with one arm and with two it was a struggle. There was no way Orc was going to be swinging this around, or holding it long for that matter. However he did not think it should be left behind with this place. The weapon could serve as proof of their encounter or could hold clues of why this happened. A weapon like this was not something a beat could just find. It was forged and forged with magic. These muscle bound horse men did not seem like the type to dabble in magic.
With all Orcleous strength he dragged the axe along. He pulled it toward the direction Gabriel was heading. "Did you find him", shouted Orcleous.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 30, 2014 16:46:02 GMT -6
Richter wasn't exactly sure when his consciousness returned. One minute there was nothing, and then it was all black. It was actually kind of nice, like waking up from a deep sleep on a peaceful morning. As his eyes began to move behind his eyelids, he could hear a soft mumbling, like someone taking through a pillow. Was it someone talking, or had that slam just hit his head really hard? He could feel his back bent over something, something not quite big enough for him, and it seemed to be a little rickety, like a bench with loose hinges.
"Ugh," Richter groaned, his eyes fluttering open to take in the light. The first thing he saw was a gigantic red hat, followed by the head wearing that gigantic red hat. It took him a second and a blank look before he realized who he was staring at. "I remember you," he said, putting a hand to his forehead. Richter expected pain, or at least blood, but there was neither to be found. Odd. "You were that guy with Wyatt and Mana. All the red." He lazily waved a hand in the man's general direction as he righted himself. Whatever he was laying on wobbled a bit. "Where...?" The Ilian looked down to see himself sitting on a horse. It looks like he had been rescued. Wait, a horse!
Richter's head swiveled towards Elias, as he grabbed for the mage's shoulder. "Take me back over the horse beast! Gabriel and the kid!" He grabbed for his sword, but it wasn't in its sheath. Unable to find his weapon, Richter looked off in the direction of the town. It was still aflame, sadly, but from this distance, all he could see was the hulking mass of the horse monster lying in the street. It looked dead. "What happened? I was knocked out, right?" He looked back at the rider. "What about the other two?"
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 30, 2014 17:36:38 GMT -6
"And you're that guy..." Elias opened and closed his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't quite find the words. Before something seemed to dawn on him and he cocked a brow. "Didn't you have, like, black hair or something?" He asked before he answering his secondary concerns. "Oh yes, of course. C'mon demon, hurry up." He grabbed his horse by the reins and snapped them to gallop at the shapes in the distance. One guy with a big sword was doing things to the Maelduin and it seemed to be working, to some extent at the least. "You were pretty banged up, I had to rescue you with my staff to get you away from that Maelduin while I healed you. I dunno what those other two are doing. Sorry I had to zap you so far away though, I had to make sure he wouldn't cut me in half while I was working." Elias quickly explained his thought process as the horse quickly gained, Demon was a horse bred specifically for speed with magic, so he was pretty darn fast. Also obnoxiously smart at times, at least it listened to Elias though.
The duo made great time but by the time the neared enough to make everything out there was only two living things, and that monster was not among them. Also he had no head. Curious. As they got within earshot, Elias shouted. "You two made it! Stupendous!" He grinned. "Congratulations on your victory, not everyone could take on a pair of Tarvos and make it out alive." He must admit though, this was the first time he's actually seen a Tarvos. He had received a lot of information on monster during his trip in Lycia not the important parts, but he had a good idea about many of them. Tarvos were one of the big ones, if it was a cyclopes though... eugh, he didn't even want to think about it.
"Is there any particular reason this village is burning?" Elias wondered aloud as he neared enough to be able to hop off his steed and he neared the corpse of the fallen monster. "Don't mind me, I'm just looking. You guys catch up." Elias waved his hand a bit while he brought his other hand to his chin as he examined the Maelduin. He could see the fried Tarvos nearby, his handiwork clearly, a small surge of pride but he didn't say anything. The books said they were big, but it was bigger then he anticipated. He was surprised they were able to kill it so easily. It seemed uninjured when he zapped pinky over there, but now it was decapitated. Kinda a big gap between point a and point b.
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Post by Gabriel Zobek on Apr 30, 2014 17:56:10 GMT -6
Gabriel gave an aggravated sigh as he looked around, trying to figure out just where Richter had gone. Either he'd crawled in somewhere and passed out again or something dragged him off. Either option could be just as dangerous in this town. Even if they weren't much of a hassle when Richter and Gabriel were conscious and capable of fighting, unconscious was a whole different story for those damnable undead. He briefly looked back to Orcleus and shook his head, starting to remove his own breastplate in order to try and get some proper breathing going again.
"You two made it! Stupendous!"
By the time Gabriel had gotten it off, he heard a new voice and turned to look, spotting a horse and actual rider heading over, calling out salutations and congratulations. Just who was this now?
"Is there any particular reason this village is burning?"
"The monsters, I'd assu-" He began to call back to the rider before noticing who rode along with the crimson clad mage. "Richter! Thank Elimine! I had no idea where you vanished to!" Gabriel began to grin at last, glad to know his companion was truly alright after all. He also briefly looked down at the ebony blade in his grasp, it seemed like there was a nagging in the back of his mind, something about it. He shook his head briefly to get a grasp on his own attention span.
He stabbed the sword into the ground for the time being, grinning still at the Ilian. "This is one hell of a sword you've got! Haven't seen an edge like this on anything but the finest Silver Blades. And that enchantment too! Where on Elibe did you get this thing?" Gabriel chuckled a bit, part of him genuinely wondering just where this blade had come from.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 30, 2014 22:19:49 GMT -6
"Looks...like... he showed up", grunted Orcleous as he dragged the axe. All he had to do was get it to the horse. Get the axe to the horses thought Orcleosu as he pulled it forward. Bring this thing along was starting to become a real drag. However it might be the only clue they had to finding out why this all happened, or at least in Orcleous mind that is. Even if it was useless. It would make a great trophy for the wall.
"Hey can I get a little help here", spoke Orcleous as he reached the little group. The boy was exhausted. First he was nearly frozen by the massive weapon, but now he was being cooked by the heat from the flames. Not to mention he was wearing heavy crimson armor. Tired Orleous let go of the weapon and laid it at the feet of the other men. He fell back onto the ground and began to catch his breath.
"That thing might tell us something about them", spoke Orcleous as he laid on the ground. "I figured a magical axe was something you would not just find lying around."
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Post by Richter Abend on May 1, 2014 16:28:36 GMT -6
"I found it," said Richter, dismounting the red mage's horse as he did. It took the Ilian a second upon touching the ground to find his balance, the effects of having blacked out still weighing on his state of consciousness, but quickly stabilized himself and made his way over to Damonzahn. The Ilian reached out to the sword, about to pull it out of the ground where Gabriel had stuck it, but halted himself mid-reach as something caught his eye. The runes on the sword were still glowing. Richter had never seen the sword glow while not using magic. It was unusual. He looked up at Gabriel, who was still grinning with excitement from having felled the beast, then back down at the sword. The weapons master had used the sword's magic to kill the horse...no, the tarvos. That's what the mage who had rescued him had called it, might as well use the real name.
Richter eyed the sword a bit more intently now that he knew what it might contain. The last time he had used it to rip the essence out of a monster, he had found himself inhabited by a very ancient and very pissed off spirit. Knowing what he knew, he worried that Gabriel might now find himself in the same situation. Richter looked back up at his newer companion. Right now the man looked fine, happy even, while Richter had felt himself feeling the effects of the possession only seconds after killing one of those gargoyle like creatures back at Salvation Point. Maybe these tarvos were really just monsters, and not demon-powered corpses like the zombies and gargoyles were? Hopefully that was the case.
Bringing himself back out of his head, Richter leaned forward, finishing his reach and wrapping his fingers around the ebony blade. He felt the familiar tingle of the sword's dark magic, but something was different, like someone running a cold finger down his back. The Ilian scowled. It was probably just paranoia. The sword was fine. He pulled the blade out of the ground, unsheathing it from the dirt, and returned it to its rightful spot on his back. He then looked back up to Gabriel. "It was sitting in a crate in a thieves hideout. I grabbed it while I was escaping from an Etrurian prison," Richter recounted, a small smirk on his face. "Damn sword has gotten me out of quite a few binds since then."
The Ilian then saw the dark skinned kid approach, dragging a massive axe behind him. The size of the thing was impressive, and Richter figured that it had belonged to the second creature to attack him, but what made the thing all the more interesting was the thin layer of frost that covered its metal. A magic ice axe?
"Here, let me see that," said Richter as he walked around Gabriel to reach Orcleus. He stood over the axe for a moment, studying its shape and form before reaching down to grab it. He expected it to be heavy, heaver than the other tarvos's lance even, but it was surprisingly light, and it was only after realizing that did Richter have another revelation: the axe was shrinking in his hands. It shrunk fairly quickly, and stopped once it was a good, two-handed size for him to hold. The Ilian was a bit taken aback in wonderment. He'd never seen a weapon do that before. But why did it shrink for him and not Orcleus? He looked over at the youth, a quizzical look on his face, then back at the axe. Had he done something unconsciously? Or was it the axe's doing? It did feel like Damonzahn had a mind of its own sometimes. Was this axe the same way?
"Well, that's, er, convenient," Richter observed with a shrug. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "You mind if I take this? My last axe broke."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 1, 2014 18:02:08 GMT -6
"Oh that was me. I made Richter vanish." Elias said offhanded as he was focused on the big lug of a monster laying headless in front of him. He shivered a bit, taking in a big gulp. It's been a while and he thought he was over it, but it was still... hard seeing... so much blood. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as the people gibber gabbered back there about silly things. He was a man of knowledge, magic, learned and civilized, he couldn't let a little blood and flesh slow him down. So after steeling his self, he began to investigate the corpse. He was bent down investigating the wounds, they looked like sword wounds but they felt like magic. Probably an enchanted blade, but the wasn't what he was studying for. He was looking at the wounds in the flesh as the sinew and muscle poking through the gashes in skin, and the looking at the bleeding stump of it's neck, it was gross mostly, but also interesting. Clearly these things had a spine, like people, he wondered in the horse half had a spine too? Does it, like, go from the man into the horse in a big old c pattern? Elias wasn't exactly a master at anatomy, but he knew more then most, and since he's starting using staves he's been studying it more. Human anatomy that is, monster anatomy is weird. Like did this guy have two heart? One in his human chest and one in his horse chest? He wanted to know how it's body worked inside, but... the only way he could think of... Eeeeeugh, it was just too much.
He clapped his glove covered hands together, like he was trying to knock dirt or dust or something off his hand. He shivered a bit. He didn't touch anything particularly gorey, but it still made his hands feel dirty just looking at it. He turned around, looking at the other two people. One was a dark skinned younger man, the other was strong looking man without a breastplate. It seemed silly to take off your breastplate right next to exposed flames, but Elias didn't even wear armor so what did he know? He looked at the pink haired man identified earlier as Rich- Richter? "Oh hey, Richter." Elias snapped his finger and pointed with a wide goofy grin. "You're, like, famous and junk right?" Not that Elias was particularly up to date, when it came to 'heroes' all he really cared about anymore were the big ones. Y'know, Athos, Roland, Elmine, those dudes. "Anyways, I wonder what monsters are doing so far inland? I mean we're like right under Etruria's nose. Maybe I'm wrong... Or maybe this means I'm right! Oh well, only one way to find out." The mage shrugged as he spoke with the most entertaining conversational partner ever, his self.
"I'm Elias, a traveling mage, and researcher of creepy crawlies. Also a darn good healer too, if I say so myself." He held a thumb up and winked. No one really asked, but when has that EVER stopped Elias? "Are any of you hurt?"
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Post by Gabriel Zobek on May 1, 2014 18:37:38 GMT -6
"Oh that was me. I made Richter vanish."
"Ah. Warp staff then?"
Gabriel looked over briefly at Elias. Depsite the fact he was no magical man himself, the ex-soldier had worked with plenty of magically inclined folks back in his army days. Etruria was well known for it's magi, as well the as the priests and priestesses of St. Elimine. He'd devised many a trick that made ample use of a Warp Staff. That being said, the lightning earlier must have definitely come from Elias here as well. What was that called? Lightning Bolt? Either way, it certainly made magi carrying that Tome a fright to see on the battlefield.
"Aside from being a bit roughed up and needing to buff out a dent on my armor, I'm fine. That blade's enchantment healed me up quite well."
Gabriel looked back to Richter once more now, the pink haired Ilian sheathing his ebony blade before answering the question at last. "It was sitting in a crate in a thieves hideout. I grabbed it while I was escaping from an Etrurian prison." Gabriel raised an eyebrow at this, curiosity taking over for a brief moment.
"A thieves' den, eh? Well, no telling where they stole it from then." Gabriel gave a helpless shrug to this. "I do recall hearing that story of your escape though. Have to say, I quite liked it." He then chuckled a bit as he remembered one particular bard's rendition of it. "Though, I have to ask if you really rode a three headed Dragon like this bard I knew claimed."
He then watched as Richter took the frost covered axe from before into his hands, blinking once more as it seemed to automatically adjust to his grasp. Richter certainly seemed to be surprised himself as well.
"You mind if I take this? My last axe broke."
"Ah... Sure." Gabriel rubbed the back of his head slightly. Speaking of the monsters' weapons though, he looked over to the lance that the first horseman held and moved over to it before kneeling down to pick it up. It was quite heavy and certainly required both of his hands to bring it up off of the ground. "Whew. Could probably make a good horseslayer out of this. Put it to a better use if I can get to a forge."
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Post by Orcleous on May 1, 2014 19:45:40 GMT -6
From the ground Orcleous heard a bit of their conversation. It seemed the pink haired man was famous, but Orcleous did not recognize the name. It was at this moment Orcleous cursed himself for being born in the sticks. He had meet somebody of importance and did not even know who it was to brag about meeting them. Still if Orcleous did not know who he was then the people at his home town did not either. Which meant that meeting him was practically pointless. Orcleous had bigger worries on his mind at the moment than figuring out who the famous person he was fighting with was. He had to keep an eye out for zombies, though he seriously doubted that there were anymore of them left. Especially considering they did not show up after the made all that noise. The second thing that came to his mind was how he was going to get that axe out of here. The thing was massive and Orcleous could barely move it. Maybe he could ask the mage to carry it on his horse, but he doubted the mage would be so receptive. Maybe the other two had horses. As Orcleous pondered the mystery of moving the axe Richard walked up to him.
"Here, let me see that," spoke Richter as he reached down and touched the axe. The weapon suddenly shrunk. The axe changed from a massive weapon that only a monster could wield to a viable weapon for use against one's enemies. Orcleous started in shock and awe as he watched the transformation. Why could I not do that thought Orcleous as Richter stared in amazement. The weapon was magical and Orcleous had heard stories about weapons choosing their wielders. Maybe this axe was one of those weapons. Maybe it did not find Orcleous worth of using it, but Richard however it did. He was famous after all. Maybe there was something different between him and that man. Maybe he had something Orcleous did not. Either way the very deed of the axe shifted to fit Richard sparked a flame of both admiration and jealousy inside Orcleous.
"Why did it not change for me", spoke Orcleous as a sad expression crossed his face. The expression however soon faded as Orcleous told himself that he did not need the weapon in the first place. Orcleous never wielded a axe before and holding one now would not give him any advantage. Shoot he could bet it would be the death of him. Orcleous was just coming into his skill with the blade. He did not need a new weapon to tangle with right now. "Well that was convent", spoke Orcleous.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 2, 2014 16:33:34 GMT -6
Richter chuckled at Gabriel's outlandish suggestion. "People are telling stories about me are they? Well, there were no dragons as far as I can remember, especially not ones with three heads," the Ilian replied, shaking his head. He had a grin on his face. It had been ages since he'd swapped war stories with someone other than Clair. Perhaps someday, when he and Gabriel had a bit more time, they would have to sit down one day and swap more. "One of my few adventures without dragons, believe it or not." So the bards were speaking of him already? Not that he was entirely surprised, after all that he'd gone through, but that was quite the compliment in and of itself. Richter couldn't help if the Etrurian bards were singing of him too. Probably not. Did Etruria even have bards? The Ilian would think that it wouldn't, but then again, bards were probably a good way of spreading the "glory" of the Prophet.
"No idea," Richter replied to the younger swordsman as he commented on the weapon's transformation. He sized up the axe. It was a good weight and perfectly balanced, almost as if it had been custom made for him, something he knew it wasn't. That part was the most incredible to Richter, even more so than the fact that it was chock-full of ice magic. The pink haired Ilian looked over at the dark skinned man. Richter could tell he was a bit upset that the weapon had not changed for him, but Richter didn't have much of an explanation to console him with. "You have a name, kid?"
But before Orcleus could respond, the red mage, referring to himself as Elias, began to speak up. Ugh, so many people talking at once. "I guess you could say that," Richter replied to the man. "After all, I do have bards singing about me." The Ilian chuckled again. It was a weird thing to imagine, since he never thought of himself as much of a hero, and bards were supposed to sing about heroes. But he did fight the Prophet, probably the most successfully out of anyone, and since the Prophet was a villain, perhaps that did make him a hero. He listened to the red mage blabber on a bit more before responding. "Is there something notable about monsters being inland? Ostia isn't particularly close to the coast and that city was full of undead before Kraft wiped it off the map."
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