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Post by Mila on Oct 6, 2015 9:48:37 GMT -6
Once reunited the rest of the group started to recoop and catch their breath. Mila managed to let out a large sigh and leaned against a nearby tree for a moment. The whole encounter up to this point left her quite winded. As much as she tried not to show it she was tired. But she had been in worse situations, with less equipment, people, and managed to push through it. At least No one is dead yet. Injured but not dead. Donny had called on her for something, Mila approached him. I might have thought too soon.
"Apparently Lindsey was taken alive and I’m not sure if all of these guys are up to the task of rescuing her. If we pursue this any further, we might end up losing even more of our people.”
That was true. And She didn't exactly blame them either if they choose not to go about in rescuing the kidnapped girl. And to be honest there was a good chance the girl was probably dead or worse. Monsters don't usually like keeping their captives alive unless they were to be used as food or bait.
"That is a problem and I understand. She spoke in a bit of a hushed tone so as not to startle the others.
"Sadly, I think it might already be too late to save Lindsey. There's only a hand full of reasons why monsters would take someone alive and neither of them are good. Rather then give you the grim details.. of what they do.. I'll address the situation from another perspective. The bone walkers are a problem... and they need to be dealt with. If we don't then more people are just going to end up dying. It's what we.. they.. signed up for.. and it's what we have to do. Were already too far into this.. to suddenly change party members.. because they don't want to.. or they are too inexperienced.. or because we might have a few casualties. I know it sounds cruel.. but we have to put our foot down and keep moving." She put her finger to he chin and stared at the ground for a moment.
"Sh*t... we might be dealing with a Wight too. If they planned on luring us in with live bait.. bone walkers.. by themselves usually aren't bright enough to think that far.. but a Wight is. And while the odds seem bad now.. they might not be with a bit of planning." She ran her hands trough her hair. Trying to think of a plan for them to march into the woods with out triggering the ambush. Donny interrupted her thinking with a simple question.
“Uh. Mila? Where’s you’re little quiet friend?"
"His name is Drei." She spoke with a touch of annoyance in her voice. She then sighed softly.
"And last I heard he was chucking spells at one bone walker before we got here. He's a good shaman.. and I'm certain he can deal with one bone walker. Huh.. there's always the possibility he might a have gotten turned around. I'll double back for him." She gave Donny a pat on the shoulder before walking the way they came.
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Post by Drei on Oct 17, 2015 14:34:49 GMT -6
He had the bonewalker suspended. That was a plus. It was restrained and couldn't fight back ultimately. Unless...it could wield weapons with it's feet. That was a scary thought. Well at first. Then it became a humorous one. A skeleton running on its hands with its legs dangling back and forth wildly waving an ax was far more hilarious an image than not. Despite this, Drei felt his tendrils suddenly waver as his concentration shifted. His mind almost instantly wiped to a blank slate as he scowled and focused further. The tendrils lifted the bound creature higher before he started to strain himself. This spell was his fathers. Something he had to fully master. He would accept nothing less.
Dark traces of nether magic began to trail upwards from the boy once more as his hands released another pulse of magic. The tendrils became stronger as he reinforced them. Small droplets of sweat began to trace down his jawline while the shaman shifted his body weight forwards and forced himself to exert more physically as well while he attempted to fully tear the creature in half. Bones popped and rippled from the skeleton as Drei grunted, now actually growling quietly under his breath at the exertion. Ruin was a unique magic. Unlike most dark magic, or really any forms of magic as a whole, Ruin physically manifested the Nether. The tendrils were a different type of danger. They had a palpable impact that could more easily send foes flying or interact with the physical world. Though in the instance Drei used, and form, it took almost as much physical effort as it did mental. He had to guide the spell. Sculpt and maintain it's form. Keeping the constriction tight upon them without breaking the skeletons thin wrist bones was no mean feat either. Then there was the physical toll.
That was fairly new to Drei. As the shaman rasped a bit, he felt a sudden tension, before it vanished. The bone-walker had no time to ultimately react as its body was ripped down the center and burst into dozens of small bones fragmented and chipped by the force of the Ruin tendrils. Drei fell down onto one knee, his forearm resting over his bent knee as he began to breath heavy ragged breaths in an attempt to lap up as much air as possible. His snowy white hair was matted to the pale skin of his body from sweat while he shivered a bit to the added chill. The spell had been done in a way that ultimately came with a daunting cost. The tendrils lay along the ground, still tethered to his hands. He could see the dark nether magic trailing from his finger tips as he felt a dizzying sensation overwhelm him; threatening to knock him over. Yup. This was going to take ALOT of getting used to.
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Post by Donovan on Oct 18, 2015 15:31:47 GMT -6
Donovan knew that Mila was right, of course. He knew when he brought her aside that they wouldn’t be able to just walk away from the threat because this didn’t turn out to be as simple a job as they thought it would be. But he had to think conservatively with their men, in a way Mila didn’t totally understand yet. High survival rates was more than just a necessity from a moral standpoint; the people of Lycia needed to know that the Nameless were a force to be reckoned with. A force that would do what it takes to protect the people — and one that was strong enough to survive through all the terrors that roam the country.
But with a Wight in the picture the strategy would need to change. Rather than take a tactian's position in this fight, letting the newer recruits get some experience, Don would have to step into a more active role — as would Mila and Drei. Between the three of them, a Wight is not an insurmountable opponent. But they’d need a plan to deal with all of the other Bone Walkers without losing their comrades in the process.
As Mila went off to find Drei, Don looked over at the group in front of him. A knight, a cavalier, a fighter, a recruit, a priest, and a thief. Then there were the two far more experienced magic users he’d fought with in even more brutal battle than this fight would ever be.
That left 3 soldiers not quite ready for a real fight, 4 if he included the man Malk had found. Thinking quickly, he came up with a plan that might be able to get most of their party out relatively unscathed and approached his unit. He’d have to wait until Mila came back with Drei, but that just gave the silver tongued mercenary a few more seconds to flush out the strategy.
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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
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Post by Elias on Oct 18, 2015 16:52:14 GMT -6
"Oh shoot." A red headed man bit the tip of his thumb in worry. He thought he caught a glimpse of his prey in the distance, but then he didn't. Which was confusing to say the least, at first it was one thing then it became two. That doesn't just happen normally of course, but Elias knew what happened. Well maybe he didn't know, but he was able to guess. Elias was good at guessing. There was also another person nearby who... stood? Kinda? Well it was more of a tired slump. Anyways, the prey wasn't alone. Someone else had gotten to it first and sort of... broke it? Ripped it in two? Whatever happened it involved magic, Elias could attest to that much. Definitely had that magic-y feel about it all. Dark magic too. Probably Ruin, since the other elder spells don't do much is the ripping things apart category. Elder magic was more 'make you vomit' or 'rip apart your soul' or 'give you the worst hangover ever' in terms of effect. Rarely did it have physical impacts on the environment, that's more of an anima thing. Then some genius of a druid had a brilliant idea, likely born of jealousy of how much better anima magic was, as he crafted the first Ruin spell. It transferred the powers of nether into physical form. It's a bit of a cop out to say that the spell was unique, since all spells are unique, but this spell was uniquer then the others. Was that a word? Uniquer. Well whatever, the other person was likely a shaman of moderate talent. Ruin wasn't an easy spell to use.
Elias stopped gnawing at his nail and instead the mage crossed his arms in a slightly grumpy huff. He knew it was an unjustified bout of annoyance, after all the shaman's priority was probably 'not die' instead of study. Elias' studies were mostly unique in that regard. Still it really steamed his cabbage. As well as all his other vegetables. He heard about the monster problems in Badon and he came to investigate. He was still researching the beasts, and the circumstances behind them. Badon seemed like a good enough of a place to start, so he climbed atop his demon and set off. The trip took some time though, hopefully he didn't arrive so late all the monsters were dead. He wanted to observe one up close, and helping the people of Badon was definitely a bonus.
His travels to Etruria felt like a... haze that he barely remembered. Something about some skeleton, a guy with a wyvern, and a jerk of a druid who Elias didn't remember that well but he knew he hated him. Him and his stupid face. It made Elias mad, but he wasn't sure why. Then again there were many things that happened to him that he didn't quite understand. He's given up on the whole personal understanding thing a long time ago. Last time he thought he knew what he wanted, he spent about a decade chasing after dreams of heroism only to learn he didn't really want it. All he knew was by the time it was all over, he found himself at the border between Sacae and Etruria was nothing but hazy memories. He was tempted to turn right back around and go into that country again, but clearly something out there decided he shouldn't go to Etruria. Every time he tries, something weird happens and takes him off the path. Those ruins in Ostia, that battle in Bern, the siege in Sacae, and now that he finally made it he couldn't even remember it. It just felt like more trouble then it was worth, and with all the political turmoil and other such things he didn't care about going to Etruria was a bad idea.
So that's why he was in Lycia again, going for round two in the 'investigate and study monsters' portion of his academic career. He was interested in the monsters themselves, but what he was far more interested in was the forces behind what made them work. The magics used. His exposure to the fell magic of Sacae only confirmed what he had suspected for some time now. The monster that plagued the land were not natural. Well that was obvious, right? Still he didn't mean it at that basic of a level. Also he thought that the monster MIGHT be natural, in a way. It's hard to explain, and he's never really had to since no one could give a toss about monsters outside of the best way to kill them.
From below Demon snorted, shaking his head. Elias let out an exasperated sigh, patting the horse on the head. "I know Demon, monsters. That's the point." The horse whined in what could only be described as horse-like defiance. That was the problem, Elias was fascinated by monsters and Demon abhorred them. A year ago that would have been funny to Elias. "Why would Demon hate them? They're basically cousins!" That was before Elias got over his admittedly unjustified hatred of horses.
If there were people here, and they were killing monsters, the logical conclusion was they were monster hunters. Monster hunting guilds have sprung up all over Lycia like weeds following the deluge of monsters invading their lands. Made sense really, and it was for the best. Problem was there were so many they got hard to tell apart. Were these those silver sword guys? Or some greenhorns? Either way it didn't matter, Elias should at least make contact and let them know he wasn't a monster. The amount of people who'd just attack a guy on a horse because MONSTERS is a bit depressing. It was like they didn't know the difference between a Tavros and a person who is clearly not connected to a horse.
Grabbing the reins of his valiant steed, he snapped them lightly. "C'mon Demon." He said as the horse took up a gentle trot forward. As he neared the person he assumed was the shaman who blowed up that skelington he put on a friendly smile. Of course all of Elias' smiles were friendly, but that was hardly the point. "Ahoyhoy." He greeted the man. "You look tuckered out. You alright out here? There's monsters all over, it's dangerous." He turned his head to the pile of bones and chuckled. "...though I doubt you needed me to tell you that."
He titled head lightly as he looked around. An inquisitive look on his face. "You part of a guild hunting monsters around here?" Elias asked. "If you are would you mind showing me where the rest of you are? I have something I need to ask them." Then he stopped for a moment, thinking. Suddenly a thought came to mind. "Oh if you're hurt, just say something. I'm a cleric." He said, reaching for the staff he had fastened at the side of Demon just above his bags. It was tiring just holding that all the time for no reason other then 'I might need it though'.
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Post by Mila on Oct 20, 2015 12:13:51 GMT -6
I wonder if I said the right thing back there. Mila thought to herself as she started to make her way back through the woods. She kept her basic trinity tome open and at the ready just in case. Well.. It's true. We can't exactly.. leave this job half done. Even if we do die. If we do die.. then someone else has to pick up the torch.. right? She shook her head. This was not the time to be regretting her choices. This was the time for her to find Drei and bring him back. Maybe he'd have an idea how to go about this..
She managed to find where Drei was and saw another person with him. Mila tilted her head for a moment... the horse and rider looked familiar. The rider.. was wearing red.. and had a sweet hat on his head. Hang on a sec.. I.. think.. I know him.. She pulled her eyes away from the red rider for a moment to spy Drei. Ah.. there's my shaman. And.. he looks wibbly wobbly. Legs.. move faster!
"Drei!" Shouting. Good. Lets alert the stragglers were here. She mentally kicked herself for that but she managed to catch up to her lighter haired ally. There was a bit of a frown on her face as she got up next to him and pulled his arm over her shoulder. Just in case he needed the extra balance. She managed to look up and get a front view of both the man and the horse.
"You! You! Red from Ostia! Damn it.. that's not your actual name.. but it's the name I remember you as. Geeze.. Osita felt like an eternity ago.. Argh.. never mind that. What are you and Demon doing out here?"
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Post by Drei on Oct 31, 2015 14:48:40 GMT -6
Alright. Easy does it. Breath. Keep breathing. Focus on breathing. No, no no. Don't close the eyes. Finger tips. Look at those. Good. The doubled over shaman felt his blurred vision wavering in-between ragged breaths as he gasped for air. Ash bangs dangled downwards, hunched over as he tried to fill his lungs to the brim before exhaling roughly. His outstretched palms still had lingering traces of dark residue from his nether infused magic still trailing off of him. As his vision rooted his gaze towards the shrouded digits. The toll, almost overtaxing, was staggering. Despite the chilled wind softly blowing, his body felt heated. Sweat trailed down his jawline and cascaded to the ground in minuscule droplets of moisture while he continued to attempt a moment of steadying.
Okay. Bonewalkers dead. Er...Extra dead. Still conscious. Now to stand up. Body's just a bit stiff is all.
The shaman heaved himself upwards, feeling the tiny ripples and pops along his spine as his back properly realigned its-self. The shaman pressed his palms forwards and looked up to the sky, as he heard a voice. Drei turned his head to find a man clad in what could only be described as offensive amount of red. Amber eyes wavered as he glanced through snowy bangs to the man mounted upon a horse. Drei was about to reply, but the sudden voice of a comforting individual distracted him. No sooner had he looked away from the scarlet mage,or what ever he called himself, Drei felt the warmth of Mila hoisting his arm over her shoulder. The shaman let a minuscule half-smile creep onto his expression as she began to speak to the stranger.
This gave him a moment to focus. Quietly shift. Adjust. He needed to regain his center. Ironically...communing with the nether helped this best. Even though it was due to over-taxing himself with powers granted by the Nether that he was in such shape. He briefly leaned more on Mila, his side pressing against her as he steadied his breathing. He out-stretched his right hand a foot from his lower torso and lifted his opened palm face up. A vitreous sphere of inky tainted magic formed in the boys palm while he eased himself into a blank state of mind. All worry, washed away. All fear, washed away. All doubt, washed away. It was simply easiest this way. The best way to focus and calm down some. For a few lingering moments the boy held this poise and let his dark magic assist him in becoming more alert and aware. The shaman closed his palm slowly with the translucent orb of shadows collapsing inwards while he coiled his fingers into a balled fist. He gazed up to the red haired male, then Mila and looked into the distance she came from. If there were more bonwalkers..he'd imagine they needed Mila's help. "Err..Mila. We should head back shouldn't we?"
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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 Nov 1, 2015 14:20:22 GMT -6
Someone accosted him, which was scarcely out of the ordinary, however he actually knew the person doing it this time. A girl with a terminal case of bad color taste, green hair, green clothes, if he was an Elimine fearing man he'd certainly pray for her. Why did he come across so many people obsessed with green anyways? Quite frankly it made little sense to love a color that much. Especially when it wasn't red. Especially especially when it was green. She had a name though, but of course Elias didn't know it. To him she was Turtle, faithful monster researcher like him! He met her before in Ostia, terrible mess that was. How did that all turn out again? Hell if he knew, still he remembered her and her turtle-esque backpack. Which she didn't seem to have right now, but the name was stuck and nothing short of a lobotomy would dissociate her with her now famous moniker.
"Ah, Turtle! It's good to see you here. I mean I thought I was only going to see spooky skeleton men, usually that doesn't draw a crowd. Usually does the opposite actually. Well except for monster hunters I suppose. Which is what I assumed you guys were." He looked at... Drei was it? She yelled that word as she came up, so it was either the shaman's name or some kind of bonewalker mating call. He looked tired, like super tired. Turtle propped him up and threw his arm around her in that old 'helping you walk' type way you read in every book ever written ever. Sometimes you'll be in the middle of some field report about raspberries and 'WE CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT YOU, LEMME HELP YOU WALK' would just pop up and totally change genres as a million bandits just start chasing them. Raspberry picking is dangerous business.
"I'm here doing some research. My adventure in Etruria was kinda... I dunno actually. Can't remember it. Had some fun in Sacae though, ever hear of Hargus? There were a trillion billion gargoyles, revenants, and even some super odd dark magic things. Confusing as all out. Thought I'd come back to Lycia where things are a little less mind numbingly complicated. Test some theories on some monsters less likely to plunge the world into a million years of darkness, they tend to be easier to deal with." Elias explained with an excited smile. He gestured with his hand, but it was so energetic and erratic that it looked more like he was just swinging his arms around for no reason.
"Heard there were skeletons in the area, bonewalkers. Where there's bonewalkers, there might be a wight. Thought I'd check it out. I never had much experience with walkers, most of my research has been on hounds and zombies. Help some people too while I'm at it. Most people don't really know how to deal with monsters. Walkers are especially a pain, gotta crush them. Gaea will help with that." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder behind him, which is not where the walkers were coming from but that was not the point. "Do a little research on their reactions to magic, and magical properties too while I'm at it. Can't really dissect bones, but I can try to find what keeps them together."
The little shaman who could said something about going back, there were probably other hunters in the area. "If you don't mind me tagging along, I'd like to... tag along. Huh. That sounded better in my head. Still safety in numbers, and if you're here Turtle that means I probably don't have to worry as much about them completely destroying the remains before I get a chance to look at them. I can help, still a pretty good healer. Fighter too." Oh look at Elias, being all modest and junk.
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Post by Donovan on Nov 1, 2015 15:50:28 GMT -6
The Silver Tongued Commander watched as Mila and Drei returned with a strange red clothed man in tow. He’d have to find out who this new person was after detailing his plan to the others, before losing his train of thought. His hand ran absentmindedly through his thick black hair as he started speaking. “First things first. Lindsay was taken, alive. This isn’t just a search and destroy anymore. Secondly, we’re fighting a Wight and any bone walkers under it’s command. This means they aren’t just shamblers, they will have some sense of tactics. But we could use that to our advantage. Mila, you’ll go with Connor and Drei, the three of you need to scout ahead. If you all run into any skeleton scouts, take them out quickly and quietly. When you find the main camp, you and Drei will stay in hiding. Connor, you’ll sneak back and signal me.
“Ally, that’s when you and I will move in. We’re going to be the bait to draw them out. When they first attack us, focus on defending yourself rather than going for a kill. Once we’ve lured them out, Mila and Drei are going to bombard them from behind their lines, while Brandon rides in with Henry. You four will hit them hard while they’re too distracted attacking Ally and I. Malk once the fighting slows down a bit, you come in and keep us healed, Samuel will be with you the entire time as your eyes and ears. It’s up to you to keep him safe, Sam.”
The Mercenary turned to Connor again, “Connor, you’re job is to try and get Lindsey out of there. Alive. After you signal us, head back to their camp and lay in waiting. Hopefully the commotion will be enough to lure out the Wight and any other Bonewalkers that didn’t come at us. Once the area’s clear you go in, try to find her, and get her out of there as quickly as you can. If she’s already… gone, then make sure that she doesn’t become one of them before joining the rest of us.” Donovan looked at his unit, knowing that it was entirely likely that they wouldn’t all make it back. “This isn’t going to be easy. Make sure you’re prepared for anything. We move out in 5.”
The Silver Tongued Commander walked over to the strange crimson man and looked him up and down. “I take it you’re a friend of Mila?” The mercenary flashed a confident smile, “I’m Donovan.”
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Post by Mila on Nov 1, 2015 17:11:52 GMT -6
"Aha! So you remembered, well yes. Red, were chasing after skeleton men. There's already been evidence that we are dealing with a wight. That's organizing the skeleton men." The young sage shook her head lightly. The fact that she was remembered by Elias meant something to her. And the fact that he had remembered that she was a fellow monster researcher meant something more. She resisted the urge to jump in light glee. She imagined that would be uncomfortable for Drei.
"Glad your here.. and willing to help us out. Perhaps another brilliant mind could help us solve the conundrum of us getting into their base to rescue one of our own. With out us dying horribly in the process... To be honest.. I don't think she's alive anymore.. but hey I've been wrong before." Her voice was casual almost happy. Mila slowly helped move Drei along back towards the group as she kept talking to Elias.
"Aw man. You were there in the whole City of Heroes? When this is over and we reach civilization we have to sit down and have a chat.. compare monster notes. Ran into a couple of gargoyles in Bern. Remnants of the ones that were in Sacae. Nasty things. Got a few samples to show for it. Latest run in of monsters outside.. of Bones that should remain buried... were a few Doogs and A Gwyllgi. That's how I ended up meeting the bunch that were working with in dealing with these things." She took a glance over at Drei. He seemed to be doing alright but she couldn't exactly tell.
"You alright over there?" She asked with a bit of concern in her voice. After a while they managed to rejoin Donny and company.
"Hey Donny, we are back. Managed to bring more then just Drei with me. He's a strong Mage knight, who's got more monster experience then I do... for now." With that minor introduction out of the way, Mila looked to Drei and gently let him go to stand on his own. Mila took a moment to sit down on the ground. Phew. Donny gathered everyone up and had explained the plan. Mila deemed it to be fine and took this time to relax and recollect her composure.
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Post by Drei on Nov 6, 2015 7:18:32 GMT -6
Drei found it easy to remain quiet within his time trying to coop from the strain of over-exerting himself. All the while taking mental notes to prevent that next time while mulling over a potentially more efficient way to handle disabling and killing foes with the ruinous magic in his next use, he listened quietly to Mila and Scarlet's conversation. He thought Mila said his name was Elias or something, but he couldn't be sure. Effectively, he was scarlet. The young ashen haired shaman gazed through drifting amber hues to his own palm, the other arm still around the emerald clad woman, for which he was most grateful. The thought occurred to him, that while ever since Etruria, he'd loathed physical contact with just about every human; he'd gotten a bit more comfortable around Mila. At one point he remembered panicking simply being near her because he was worried that he'd be physically touched. So..even if it was one individual, he'd grown more accustomed to them being closer. That was good at-least right? It meant he could eventually warm up to others most likely.
That didn't draw him out of his shell enough to talk though. The boy idled in silence, until they made their way back to the rest of the group. Drei did not sit particularly close to any of the others as Mila eased away so that he might stand on hi own. Instead he moved to a tree to quietly prop himself against while folding his legs. Now that his initial fatigue was over he could further acclimate himself and begin to focus on centering once more. His palms lifted and adjusted to rest facing skywards atop his folded legs, knuckles pressing lightly against his bent knees. Small wisps of dark nether infused magic began to form and twist into life as he meditated.
He still wasn't overly sure what he thought of the group as a whole. Donovan he was a bit used to, so other than Mila he was the only other one Drei knew much of anything about. Some of them seemed...okay. No direct encounters on their journey to the current location had given him much of even an actual first impression. Then there was scarlet. He talked. Alot. That part wasn't bad in and of itself, but the snowy haired shaman had a feeling that if the crimson mage was given an opportunity he'd talk nonstop at the speed of light. Just from how much enthusiasm he held and how much he'd said in brief inserts. An opposite to himself in a way. Where as Drei gave the bare minimum in a conversation to serve as supplementary or offer context to what he tried to convey, a simple question to Elias seemed to prompt a short epic on its own. So, it wasn't bad but...it was awkwardly annoying.
The boy shifted a bit as he continued to let his thoughts flow freely. The meditation helped quicken the internal recovery from fatigue, as he capitalized on the brief reprieve they were being given by Donovan before enacting this plan of his. Drei quietly began to rise after the allotted time, standing up and shaking his hands as he ceased the flow of magic and severed his mental tether to the void briefly. He took a few steps back over towards Mila, standing near her quietly and waiting for the next foray into skeleton land.
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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 Nov 6, 2015 12:37:26 GMT -6
"Of course we can talk later. I'm absolutely fascinated by what you must have learned in the time I've left. I mean if you're with this group of monster hunters then you've must have gotten a lot more practical experience then I did. I mean, yeah Hargus was super evil and everything but- Hey wait that reminds me, I have something to show you later, I'm sure you'll be interested." He grinned as he talked. It felt nice to talk to someone who actually understood this sort of thing. Most people's eyes just glaze over and desperately wait for Elias to be done talking. Which took a while, mind you. Elias had a lot to say. Sometimes he wished others had more to say, it felt awkward being the sole talker in a conversation. To most people that would mean maybe they should talk less, for Elias it was a commentary on humanity's lack of communication on a whole.
"Getting into a base and rescuing? Yeah... Yeah I could help with that." He nodded sagemageknightly. "I'll chose to believe she's alive and perfectly fine. Gotta stay optimistic y'know." Of course he had no prior knowledge of the situation, the person attacked, the forces they were facing, or anything really. Still he wanted to believe he could help, he always wanted to believe that. Made helping worth it, why would someone do something they know is pointless?
Mila led him to some guy with green armor and black hair. Elimine help him, they were multiplying. The man explained his plans, and Elias listened. They didn't make much sense to him, but the mage knight was nothing if not resourceful. And clever. And intelligent. And fashionable. Honestly Elias was many things. Still after he was done the man turned to look at Elias. Elias smiled and gave a little wave. He asked if he was a friend of Mila's.
"Who?" Elias tilted his head, confused. Who the heck was Mila? "I'm Elias, a mage as Turtle said." He jerked his head in the direction of Turtle, whom was probably getting ready. "I'm skilled in healing, also blowing things up. Well... not so much anymore. More like freezing things, or crushing them with rocks, or shooting a million lightning bolts at them miles away." He shrugged, not sure of how to explain himself. "I take it someone has been captured, right? That would imply a level of intelligence not commonly found among bonewalkers. They are clever but only in an animalistic way. Traps and hostages, that's beyond them. I'm assuming you're dealing with a Wight, or some other kind of higher monster. They tend to retain a spark of fiendishly clever thought somewhere within that monstrous mind of theirs." Elias quickly assumed based on the information given to him. "Which... I suppose you said already." He laughed lightly, in spite of the dark situation.
"I'd like to help, if that's fine with you. If you can get me close enough to wherever she is that I can see her, I can try to use my magic to teleport her to us. I'm going to assume she's the living person among skeletons." He looked at the person the dude called 'Malk', which sounded suspiciously like 'Milk', and noted something. "I can help keep you all healed along with Malk. I think his name was at least. Or I could assist in the fight with Turtle and that shaman dude with magic. Bombardment is one of my specialties. It just so happens healing is another of my specialties." Elias, jack of all trades, master of all. Just don't ask him to punch something.
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Post by Donovan on Nov 10, 2015 5:28:22 GMT -6
“Oh of course, Turtle.” The silver tongued mercenary said with a devilish grin taking his face. It was like his birthday came early that year, Mila would never hear the end of that one. But as he focused back in on what the mage knight was saying, a suddenly realization dawned on him. Ridiculous amounts of red. Talking a mile a minute. Extreme magic abilities and no end in sight of him slowing down on the bragging about them. “Remus was not exaggerating about you one bit, was he? So you’re the legendary Crimson Mage.” Donovan couldn’t decide if he was more excited about getting to meet this hero or how helpful the mageknight would be in the fight against the wight.
The mercenary commander rapidly thought through his plan. Where would Red best fit in? Shooting a million lightning bolts a mile away? That might be a good place to start. “If we can lure them away from their encampment, we’d probably be in our best shape. Connor will hopefully be able to get Lindsey out on his own, if she still lives, but we’ll probably need more fire power near us to make sure we get out alive. You mentioned something about lightning bolts from miles away? Does that mean you know how to use Bolting?” Donovan was betting that Mila and Drei’s group would be able to position themselves easier if their group wasn’t too large, so having the Mageknight strike from farther away would give them a little more flexibility.
“I’m going to guess you’re good enough to do a little bit of everything in this fight? When Ally and I get attacked, do you think you can throw some lightning at those bone bags? Then hop on that horse of yours and get down there to help us with the main event. I’m not sure of their numbers, but who knows how big they’re crypt really is.” It was still a bit risky as far as plans go, but with the Crimson Mage, they’d have more healers, more magic, and versatility like he’d never even gotten to work with before. Things were looking up.
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Post by Mila on Nov 10, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -6
Mila sat there trying to focus on her thoughts. Elias would be a huge help to them in this potential rescue operation, provided if he and Donny stopped talking. And she could hear bits of the conversation from her standpoint. Her hand met her forehead when Elias completely forgot Mila's actual name and simply referred to her as turtle. Damn it Red! She knew Donny wasn't going to live it down. She rolled her eyes lightly and focused her attention else where. Drei managed to inch his way closer to her which was a bit of a relief. She got up and stretched a bit. She put her hand in her bag and pulled out a small satchel of candied fruits. Mostly Peaches, Dates, a few raisins, and dried cranberries. She popped one of the peach pieces into her mouth and savored the sweet and tart flavor. She approached Drei.
"You seem to be looking a bit better. Managed to catch your breath and such?" She then offered him some. Mila might not have known exactly how dark magic works or it's toll on the mind. But she did know how a bit on how Drei worked. She knew he wasn't one to show how tired or drained he felt. Instead he would probably do his best to keep a neutral facade and let the nether take whatever sort of feeling and push it away. While this was method of coping with stress or fatigue wasn't exactly great.. she couldn't exactly tell Drei to stop doing that. Especially, if they were about to go scouting for skeletons in the woods. So she did what she could to keep the Shaman in good spirits.
"They are dried fruits. The sugar in them helps with the fatigue. Like a pick me up.. so take your pick. But don't take too much I have to share the rest with the others." Once the shaman had taken what fruit He wanted. She gave Drei a light smile and a pat on the shoulder. Then went around to the others giving each a chance to take what they wanted out of the fruit bag. She offered a small bit of encouragement to the others in a small effort to boost morale. The sage knew what they were about to do wasn't going to be easy. With that out of the way Mila put the empty satchel back into her bag and sighed softly. She then took a small sip of water from her canteen. Alright.. we got this.
She took her place with Conner and Drei.
"Ready?"
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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.
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Post by Elias on Nov 22, 2015 16:08:00 GMT -6
"Remus?" Elias tilted his head, confused. Did he know a Remus? The name was... familiar. He heard it before, not too long ago actually. Of course he forgot, he was that type of person. Faces he remembered forever, names kinda slipped through his fingers. It's why he gave people nicknames, they were easier to remember then arbitrarily given names. For example he knew who turtle was because she was always wearing green, and the first time he met her she had a huge backpack that looked like a turtle shell. To him that made sense, it was a description of her. A 'Mila' on the other hand, the hell was a Mila? It wasn't a thing, it wasn't a description, it wasn't anything. It was just a word arbitrarily chosen to represent an entire person's being. He preferred his nicknames in that case, at least they made sense. Usually it took a while of getting to know someone for their name to actually stick, nothing against the person themselves, it was just how Elias' brain worked. "Ah, sorry. I'm terrible with names." He shrugged. "Could you... describe this Remus? I probably met him if he went and called me the 'Crimson Mage' and everything. Most people just roll their eyes when I say that." Hey, he was a mage and he wore crimson red. Made sense to him. Then again you're not supposed to chose your own nickname, then again Elias didn't care. "Eh, nevermind. We're busy. Maybe some other time."
"But yeah, that's me. Elias Kutald, Crimson Mage extraordinaire." He did a little flourish from atop his horse, a small bow. Nothing more because he probably would have fallen off, which while hilarious, would not have been a good thing in such a tense situation. The spiky haired green armored man explained his plan, which seemed logical enough. Then again Elias was not a tactician, biggest mistake everyone makes about mages. Contrary to popular belief they aren't all masters of tactical warfare. Elias was concerned with far more pressing issues, like why magic is so awesome, and why monsters are so lame and smelly. In between that and his quest to be the ultimate magechef (superior to non-magechefs naturally) he didn't really have time to read up on why blowing things up is not always the best course of action. Just kidding. Everyone knew that blowing things up is always the best answer. If there's a problem explosions cannot solve, you simple aren't using enough of them.
"Ah yes, Bolting. Surprised you know the name. Most people call it 'the lightning one'." He chuckled. "Then they get confused when the learn Thoron and Bolting aren't the same thing." Elias has never cast the Thoron spell, but he assumed it wasn't all too different from Bolting. Of course assumptions like that are a good way to accidentally electrocute yourself to death. He was well versed in the theory behind the tome however, because of course he was, he basically read all about every tome even if he's never used it. Gaea was the only new one, but that's because the spell itself was new. Or, er, really old. Refounded might be a better word. If that is a word. "But yeah, I got that covered. Laying down a barrage of bolts basically befits me." Alliteration bonus, nice. "The problem is Bolting isn't the easiest spell in the world to aim. The further you get away from the spirits, the less control you have over them. So it's less guiding them precisely and more telling them a general area you want smited. Which is why generally you shoot like fifty at a time. One of them has to hit, right?"
"Still, I'm good for anything. Long range support, up close bone smashing, or hiding in the back fixing wounds. Just don't make me stab them." He shrugged. "I generally travel alone, so I've gotten really good at doing a little bit of everything. I can't always expect to have people guarding me while I attack from afar, or having people to help me when I'm hurt, or the luxury to get up close and personal with some nasties." He nodded to himself as he talked. "Just let me know if you're hurt and you need healing. I can take care of all of you at once if we stick close, or one at a time if we don't."
That reminded him. "That's right, we're about to go into the lion's den. Might as well help you a bit before we get into things. Stand still, this won't hurt. In fact it'll the opposite of hurt. Whatever that is." He said, holding out his staff. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he took in another, letting it out again. He channeled his magical energies into the staff in his hand. The gilded rod glittering a light blue hue, but as Elias focused the colors shifted. The blue gem at the tip began to glow red as it was filled with Elias' battle spirit/hot bloodedness/whatever it was. The blue light in turn grew red as is it filled the area around him. Shining bright, but not too brightly, the light was a passionate red full of life and vitality. He took in another deep breath, focusing as he held the staff higher into the air. The light poured from the gem and saturated the air around them, around Donovan. The light filled with strength and power, of swiftness and speed. A light that filled the one exposed to it with enhanced strength and agility, if only temporarily. It was the magic of a strength staff, just one of the several types of staves contained within Matrona.
As the light faded, the strength remained. Elias drew his arm back with a self-satisfied grin. "There we go, that should help for now. Best to start off as strongly as possible, am I right?"
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Post by Drei on Nov 25, 2015 15:55:06 GMT -6
Within the depths of his mind, he found quiet solace. Though near Mila, he took a moment to embrace the silence and rest against the tree behind him. His back leaned against the solid pillar of oaken stability, taking comfort in its unmoving might. The young shaman continued to lean against it as he funneled the core essence of his philosophy on how to aptly practice magic into his mind. Calm. Silence. Focus. Discipline. The void magics gathered around him. Congregating into his palms. Shadows twisted and formed around his fingers before trailing away like tendril-esq extensions. His robes billowed slightly as the power of the nether swept upwards. Altering shades of violet and inky black merged before condensing within his palms. The snowy haired shaman's concentration broke as he looked over to the source of that which broke it.
"You seem to be looking a bit better. Managed to catch your breath and such?"
Drei's amber shaded gaze found Mila with a soft smile as the boy quietly nodded. He ceased the flow of magic within his body and shifted his pale hands so they better hid beneath the baggy violet robe sleeves. He spoke up, his voice no longer raspy and while still remaining the same ever present shade of pale that he always sported; some color had clearly returned. What little his body had that was. "Quite so. Much better thank you Mila. "
Drei directed his gaze towards Donovan and the others as they began to go about their plans and pre-determined groups. Drei knew Mila was in charge here, so he'd consent to following her. The pale shaman accepted her gift though, as she offered him some of the dry raisins. It wasn't particularly a fond snack of his, raisins. It was something though. They were a bit odd. It wasn't the taste he disliked. The texture? That was probably it. The squishy chewy nature combined with such taste just felt off-putting. He nibbled at them before actually eatting them and nodding in thanks to Mila while pondering a more effective use of Ruin.
He couldn't use it to just bombard enemies like most magic. Perhaps it was simply the enemy he faced. Bonewalkers couldn't be impaled or stabbed like normal foes. He'd have as hard a time killing them as one wielding a traditional blade. That however didn't mean he couldn't assist still. Restraining them so they couldn't harm others could be more useful than just stabbing at one. This way, he prevented it from attacking entirely. That would probably be his best bet. Until they actually tested it though, he wouldn't entirely know. Better to take suit behind Mila and let her lead though. He'd wait till their next encounter to actually worry about what to do. Until then...simply focusing on boosting his mental fortitude. That'd work.
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