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Post by Cora von Achava on May 17, 2016 22:24:44 GMT -6
"The wide eyes and kind soul of a dreamer is just the loveliest thing to come across, don't you think? I was a dreamer once if you can believe it, a young girl that wanted to befriend every pegasus and fly all over Elibe. How sweet does that sound? Sounds amazing to me," the clicking of heels could be heard as a woman begun to pace back and forth with one hand on her hip and the other making gestures as she spoke. "However," the woman stopped and held her free hand out in front of her, checking for grunge under her nails, "dreamers consist of only a decent sum of this world. The rest of the people are true realists." The woman finally turned directly to whom she was speaking to with such a soft and calm tone, a man tied up with thick rope in a wooden chair. He held a gag in his mouth along with a face full of fear. The man stayed quiet for most of her speech, but finally began to grunt and create noise that was muffled by the gag. "Shhh," Cora came up to the man and put a finger to his gagged mouth, "I'm not done my dear. Continuing with my tale, realists and dreamers have been destined to be in conflict, yet sometimes the dreamers outnumber the realists. In every case including when the dreamers outnumber the realists, the realists always defeat the dreamers. Reality trumps dreams every single time." The woman paused and gave a light chuckle as she repositioned her fedora. She then squat down in front of the man and peered into his eyes. She creaked a grin as she spoke a final time, "My name is Cora and I'm a realist. Your dreams my dear have just come to an end." Cora quickly pulled an arrow from her quiver and plunged it into the man's heart. She let it remain until the man's eyes went cold, in which she pulled the arrow out and cleaned the blood off with a nearby rag. Cora returned the arrow to the quiver and walked off from the site, her heels clicking with each step...
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Trees continued to engulf Cora's vision as she peered out the window of her carriage. Two days had past since her encounter with the man that was affiliated with her father. That man managed to smuggle her father from Bern to Tania in hopes of fleeing anyone searching for him with revenge in mind, Cora being one of those people. Her father had done many terrible actions to many when he had some power in Bern, but now that Hargus was gone he had lost that influence and was fleeing danger. However, Cora would not fail to find her father.
"Lady Cora, we entered Tania not too long ago, but we have recently just arrived at the destination of your choice," Mr. Dutier said. Mr. Dutier was hired to get Cora around where she wanted to go. Basically a personal servant. Cora had missed the luxury of a servant, especially with travel. The yeoman laughed at the though of her walking. Cora looked out the window and saw what appeared to be a small town with an even smaller population. Seemed like a perfect place for her father to hide. Cora looked over to her bow resting in the opposite seat to her. She may finally achieve revenge and she did not want to miss that moment.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 3, 2016 22:32:16 GMT -6
It had been months now. Months since his last excursion into the wilderness. Months since his habitual isolation from humanity. Aeos needed to remedy that. He needed to get away. Away from the humans for both safety and respite. His control over his shifting had been slipping as of late. At first these were small changes like accidentally waking up, with slitted eyes, or with sharpened nails like his talons. But, gradually the semi half shifting became more erratic. Such as having the entirety of his skin covered in scales. Or his whole foot changed into its dragon foot in the middle of putting on his sandals. These signs disturbed him. Aeos knew these sudden shifts were signs that his own power was growing. And he needed this trip in order to figure out the new talent of his hidden depths.
The dragon had chosen to train in the mountains of the Lycian Bernese borders. These mountains were rich in natural resources such as lumber and water. He'd have an easier time surviving atop its peaks then he would have with a Nabatan mountain. The Bernese half of mountains were known for wyverns and gargoyles. While the Lycian half was known for harsh climbing conditions. He could scale these lofty mountains for months and probably never run into any humans for a little while. But, if he was to scale these mountains he needed to be prepared for it. He needed supplies. And that is what brought him to this tiny village. This small Tainan village was a small pit stop on his way towards the mountains. His last stop for man made objects like tools, blankets, and clothes. He really needed to buy warmer clothes since his plain Nabatan garb did next to nothing against the cold.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Jun 5, 2016 0:32:50 GMT -6
The carriage had stopped before the arch that hang over the town's entry way. Mr. Dutier informed Cora that there truly didn't seem like anyone was there. He was going to park next to one of the buildings that had suitable living quarters and try to set up camp. There was still some time before the sun fell, so Cora decided to explore the desolate town. She hoped there were some clues about her father laying in plain sight. The yeoman was getting tired of the man slipping through her fingers.
Is there truly no one here? It seems like people were living here fine, but something happened. They just ... disappeared. Cora was venturing along the main road with her killer bow in hand, silver sword sheathed, and quiver fully stocked in case trouble arises. For some reason, this place made the hairs on the back of Cora's spine rise. It just seemed so off. She looked left and right to each building and then noticed a building labeled tavern just about right in the center of the town. "If my father is anywhere it would probably be a tavern. Typical men loving their drinks and what not," Cora rolled her eyes as she muttered her statement under her breath. Before she entered the tavern, what sounded like a glass dropping and breaking sounded. She quickly drew an arrow and notched it into her bow. This wasn't the first sound Cora heard. She thought she was imagining them, but this changed her mind. Cora knew that if something was here then it had been following her already. Well if I'm going to make an entrance then I'm going to make a real entrance.
Cora gave a slightly loud "YAH" as she kicked down the door to the tavern with her bow ready. She gave a quick scan of the room. Some of the chairs were knocked down and it was just a complete mess. Broken glass, rotten food, and a few holes scattered throughout the wood were visible on first sight. As she carefully sneaked he way towards the bar, she noticed what seemed to be a body resting his head on the bar on top of his arms. She rolled her eyes and figured the man was passed out drunk. "How despicable. You're life is so miserable that you have to drink it away." She lowered her bow and guard and came closer to the man. He seemed to give a grunt as a response. "Well at least you aren't dead. That way your miserable life can continue. Well time to get up you damn fool." The man finally rose its head. However, Cora cringed at the sight in front of her. His face was as rotten as the food on the ground. It was contorted with missing teeth and a disgusting color figuration. This was some sort of ... undead man. Cora snapped her bow up directly in front of the creature's face and released the arrow. It went straight through the brain and the undead creature let out a moan and put its head back down. Cora unsheathed her silver sword from under her quiver backhand and planted it through the brain. She pulled it out after a couple seconds and looked around. More moaning sounds were occurring more frequently, both further in the tavern and outside. This plan seemed to have fallen apart, but to be honest Cora sort of hoped that her father was eaten slowly by one of these things. She would just wish to see it.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 6, 2016 10:35:15 GMT -6
Aeos pulled out his small handwritten map of Tania. This particular village was on the map, represented as a small square with a triangle on top. This town was nameless on his document. Technically the town had a name, it was written in above the house shaped symbol, but the text was smudged due to Aeos’ constant manipulation of the map. He sighed softly and continued walking through it. This place was odd. He didn’t notice it on arrival, but as he kept walking, it became increasingly obvious that there was something very wrong with this place. No people. He looked around hoping to find some movement or a sign of what had happened here. He kept his steps quiet as he wandered around the empty streets.
Some buildings had signs of disrepair. Broken windows, doors, and walls seemed to be part of every home or stall he had come across. Other places were pristine and untouched. It was as if this place had gone through a great struggle that the dragon in human guise had seen before. He figured that raiders had ransacked the village. But, his nose told him other wise. This place had the lingering scent of death and decay like Osita. The same perfume of death that the monster in black armor sported. Out of instinct he partially tapped into the power of his stone. He gained several small subtle shifts in his appearance. His ears, fingers, and toe tips gained a slightly scaly appearance. One had to be staring very closely at these places in order to notice the differences between his skin. With this small tapping of his power his senses were heightened. He could hear sounds better, see things clearer, and smell things stronger. He drew his hood up and buttoned it in place in order to keep it from falling down.
He turned his head towards the sound of movement. He heard the sound of horses and the wheels of a carriage. Someone was here! Someone was alive! He went towards the sound of the carriage. Perhaps he could warn the person of the death that lingered around this place. He heard the sounds of a door being slammed. It was all roughly in the same area as the horse and carriage. He heard other movement. Slow, sloshing, but steady stepping movements. A thing that sounded like it was dragging one rotting leg across the floor. Stepping sounds that were heading the same direction of the carriage and the horses. Accursed monsters.. Drawn to life only to snuff it out. The dragon curled his hands into fists and approached. He turned the corner of one building and found the carriage.
There’s the person.. Now where are the living dead things? The living corpse was hard to pinpoint. He couldn’t fully track it down by scent, due to the whole area having the same dead like scent. He couldn’t quite see it, as the corpse thing hadn’t appeared in his view. But he could hear it, shambling.. Shuffling.. Until it showed up in his line of sight. He ran towards it and swiftly punched it in it’s rotting gut. It buckled down to which Aeos grabbed it and threw it at the nearby wall. It hit the wooden wall with a wet thwap. He smirked. Happy with his attack. Unfortunately, the noise brought more shuffling steps towards his general area.
“Hey! You in the wagon! There be living dead here! Escape while you can!” He shouted and braced himself for more attacks by living corpses.
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Post by Gar on Jun 8, 2016 4:10:17 GMT -6
Gar had been trudging through rocky mountain terrain for a couple days now. He was getting tired of camping out each day and traversing the mountains like a bandit. He recalled how people liked to say bandits and pirates were the same people, just in different settings. Right now that couldn’t feel more incorrect. Gar’s legs were tired and he certainly wanted to turn back and rest in an inn. As he walked he complained to Junzentaru. Why am I out here again?
The magic axe responded. I have told you five times now, there is corruption nearby. I am sure of it. Gar came upon a mountain peak and scanned the landscape. There. That village is the source of the corruption. Gar gave his weapon an unamused look. If it was in a village, why didn’t I take a road? Why did I have to trudge for days through the mountains?
Adversity makes you stronger... Also I couldn’t determine the exact location of the corruption until we neared it. Gar sighed. “Whatever, hope this ‘Corruption’ can put up a fight. I need some action.” With that, he descended the mountainside into the town. Gar entered the town and saw it was in disrepair. It seemed like every other town he entered was falling apart in some way of another. Pirates, bandits, fires, hurricanes, tsunamis and now corruption. Needless to say Gar wasn’t happy about the sight, or the smell for that matter. Gar grunted and began searching the streets for any signs of life, any survivors of whatever happened here.
The pirate came across a house with some noises coming from inside. They were muffled, guttural sounds that the pirate took for someone struggling to breathe. Gar acted by kicking in the front door and entering the shack only to see the remnants of what was once a man. Gar retreated from the sight. It was quite the horror. The creature rose its head to reveal a jaw without skin, just bone and teeth. Gar could see that the creature’s back had been broken when it was alive and now it struggled to move in pursuit of Gar. Dragging its corpse along the floor with its arms, the undead monster approached the pirate.What you are witnessing is a manifestation of evil. Slay it.
Don’t have to tell me twice.Gar drew Junzentaru and swung it at the creature’s head. Without much resistance the monster fell to the floor, slain. Gar sighed and shook the remnants off his axe. He returned to the city streets. He heard something a few streets over, a voice. The voice should have been familiar but it had been a long while since he last saw its owner. Gar followed the sound and his eyes fell upon a man in a hood facing a wagon. From Gar’s experience hoods meant shamans and shamans were the exact type to be behind dark magic such as necromancy. The pirate drew his axe once again and pointed it in the man’s direction.
“You must be behind these creatures. If so, prepare to answer for your crimes against life.” Junzentaru faintly glowed in the pirate’s grasp.
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Post by Cora von Achava on Jun 9, 2016 23:59:15 GMT -6
Cora has had few moments in her life since she left Sacae that fear has gripped her. This moment can definitely be added to that list. Cora had begun to run back down the street towards Mr. Dutier and her carriage. she clenched on to her bow with her right hand, while she held her silver sword in her left. The undead continued to escape the buildings onto the main road. Some came close to Cora, thus she sent her sword flying towards them. She had no form or focus. The blade hit the targets in random areas, either just fazing them or possibly killing them. She finally caught the sight of her carriage. However, it seems that company has arrived around the carriage. She could spot a man in robes close to the carriage and a man with an axe a bit further away. The small distraction proved trivial as two corpses dragged themselves in front of Cora. They outstretched their arms and widened their mouthes. Cora quickly reacted by bringing her sword to the corpse's neck on the left. The head dismantled and fell off as Cora kicked the other corpse backwards. Cora ran past the fallen corpse as it tried to grab her legs.
The yeoman was about 40 feet away from the carriage when this little fiasco took an even greater turn to the worse. Mr. Dutier just happened to leave. No farewell, no wave, no nothing. He just left. "WHAT!?" Cora shouted. She didn't care if it brought more corpses out. That man was going to pay. He sold his life right there and then. He better ride that carriage all the way to Ilia and then get on a boat and disappear. He will pay. Cora was furious and she looked to the man in robes. He must have done something with her servant! She gave up running and began to walk with swift speed straight towards the man. Her focus was on him now and maybe even that other live man with the axe. She didn't care about the what seemed to be around rising amount of corpses. Seemed like maybe around 15 behind her in the close vicinity, but they were still moving dramatically slow. She was getting closer and noticed that a corpse was creeping up on the robed man. No way, that man is mine! Cora sheathed her blade and pulled an arrow from her quiver. She notched it into her killer bow and leveled it to her eye level. She inhaled slightly and then released the arrow on her exhale. The arrow zoomed through the arrow and pierced the corpses skull. She saw it simply collapse and thus she continued to walk towards the men and where her carriage was.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 10, 2016 20:57:24 GMT -6
The dragon was so focused on the sounds of the crawling undead he failed to notice the footsteps of someone living. Someone that blamed him for the undead creatures. Someone with a familiar voice. He could feel the other half of him welling up with emotion. How dare this person accuse us of dead spawning! It had half a mind to punch this person in the face. He turned around to address his accuser. As he turned he spoke with an annoyed tone on his voice.
“Do you seriously think I'd be responsible for…” Aeos tone of voice immediately changed from angry to happy. Aeos recognized Gar immediately. He waved and smiled.
“Gar! What are you doing all the way out here?” The other half of Aeos wanted to punch Gar in the face still. Though this was now due to his curiosity of Gar’s new axe and the prospect of a good duel. Aeos had never seen a magic weapon before. He was curios to know what the glowing axe did. Aeos knew how axes worked but magic axes had the potential to do so much more.
“Never mind that! We gotta help the carriage people!” Right after he said that the carriage started to move. Aeos blinked at the speeding wagon. Uhm.. mission accomplished? He heard the sloshing stepping noises of an undead thing creeping up behind him. He curled his hand into a fist in order to punch the creature, but the thing was felled by an arrow. He turned around to see an archer clad in black approaching him. Behind her there was a small horde of slow moving undead.
“Nice shot! And thank-you!”
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Post by Gar on Jun 11, 2016 3:59:26 GMT -6
Gar was mistaken, it wasn’t a shaman at all. The hooded man turned to reveal his face. A friendly, familiar face belonging to a good friend. Though some time had passed since their last encounter and Gar did look somewhat different, Aeos immediately recognized the pirate’s face. Gar’s grip on the glowing weapon loosened and almost instinctively his hand traveled to the armband that was on his bicep. “Aeos?... Aeos!” Gar wanted to give the Nabatan a grand embrace to display his happiness, but now certainly wasn’t the time. It also wasn’t quite the time to explain why Gar was out travelling and performing good deeds, so he allowed Aeos’ question to pass by. The Nabatan seemed to feel the same way as he spoke how the carriage needed their help.
Just like that the carriage was gone, it sped off leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. Maybe the horses got spooked or the driver himself did, either way they took off. Gar shook his head as the carriage passed and turned out of sight. “Looks like they helped themselves.” The number of creatures had begun to grow turning the scene into an increasingly dire situation. One approached Aeos, but Gar was too far to act. He nearly called out when an arrow pierced the creature’s skull. Gar was impressed and relieved that Aeos was okay. He approached Aeos and held out a fist for a quick greeting before looking at the Yeoman. Gar came to the conclusion that the two were travelling together. Aeos had thanked the woman already so all Gar did was wave. Introductions could be made when and if they got out of this. Now it was time to determine if they would flee or stand and fight. Either way, it was best done as a group.
Gar stood with his axe ready. If it were up to him and Junzentaru they would fight until they found the source of these creatures. But maybe that wasn’t the best plan. “You two think we can take these things out? Or should we bail out of here?” As Gar awaited a response Junzentaru’s voice filled the pirate’s head.
One note before you begin hacking away. These abominations are mindless, therefore my power to instill fear will be rendered ineffective. However, my divine glow should still fill your companions with strength and courage. Gar nodded. He knew Aeos was a strong hand to hand fighter and based on the shot fired, the archer was no joke either. But it’s always good to have a little morale boost.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 29, 2016 17:25:39 GMT -6
OOC- Seeing as how it's been a few weeks since the last post. I shall go ahead and post. --
Gar looked like he was ready for battle and the woman with the bow surely seemed capable of fighting. Aeos had no doubt that the three of them had more then enough muscle to take down the remaining un-dead. Aeos cracked his knuckles and prepared himself for the fight at hand. He had already made his decision to fight the moment the first un-dead made its presence known to him. His original plan to burn off some steam in the mountains was going to be put on hold, today he'd beat his dragon power frustrations out on the living dead. Hopefully, he'd have enough of a conscious grasp of his powers so as not to reveal his true self. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the breath through his nose. He slowly brought himself back into focus. He was to use his power here wisely. He did not want to accidentally hurt either Gar or the bow woman.
"I think we be more then capable of re-killing these rouges." Aeos spoke to Gar. He tried his hardest not to sound too excited at the whole thing. In his head, the dragon thought this was going to be one grand fight. He could almost picture their victory. The three of them standing atop a pile of fully dead corpses while the sun set behind them giving the trio an almost holy glow. He then felt bad when he realized that there would be no survivors to witness such a ending to such a grand battle. The sounds of the undead drawing closer snapped him out of his illusion.
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Post by Gar on Jul 9, 2016 5:51:35 GMT -6
Aeos believed the crew could easily take care of a few revenants. He was most likely right and this instilled Gar with a sense of eagerness. The exhilaration was almost spilling from Gar’s eyes. Yes! Lets Go! Gar was hoping he would be able to wield Junzentaru’s power to its full extent. He knew the reanimated corpses stood no chance against him and now that Aeos was backing him up, there was nothing to worry about. Not to mention, there was another apparently remarkable sniper was around to cover the two close combatants. "These scrubs had no chance while they were alive. Just look at them now, just pitiful.” Gar’s muscles were already flexing and twitching in anticipation for the fight. The enemies began to close in, much to Gar’s excitement.
Gar whipped his axe around his head to cleave clean through two of the nearest revenants. The rivals crumbled in defeat. The light pulsing axe was instilling the pirate and his allies with strength and courage, enough to convince Gar to dive into another engagement.
“Grrrah!” Gar swung Junzentaru again to slice vertically through a zombie’s head. Once again, the revenant’s body gave little resistance to the attack. The revenants were slow and dumb, a poor match for the pirate, not to mention his new crew. Gar turned to his companions and spoke.
“Follow me, we have to find the source of all this.” Gar continued to make his was into the heart of the town, certainly they would face more reanimated corpses, but hopefully they would be able to stop any more from reviving.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jul 13, 2016 16:07:13 GMT -6
OOC- It's been four days. Going to keep us moving along. --
Aeos was pumped. The young dragon quickly threw on a set of chain-mail gloves and went to work. He took a few steps forward and bravely faced the monsters that slowly crawled towards him. His body was nearly twitching in excitement as he went ahead and punched the closest monster straight in the chest. His hand was partially shifted underneath the clanky metal so that his punches would be strong. The punch was enough to shatter the outer layer of rib bone and lodge itself firmly in the middle of the monster's chest. He then used his other hand to shove the top half of the monster's body and dislodge itself. This action caused the living corpse to move a few paces back. This gave Aeos enough time to focus his energy into his next attack. When the corpse returned his attention back to Aeos, it was met with the dragon man's fist again. This time it was an uppercut. The force behind it was enough to knock out the jaw of corpse from it's body as well as fracture some vertebrae that connected it's neck to it's spine. This knocked it down to the ground. Aeos was unsure if the monster was dead again after the blow, he did not have time to think about it. The next living corpse came at him. It was armed with a broken lance.
The dragon man swiftly dodged the broken weapon and swiftly grabbed the reverent. He kicked the legs so the creature would topple. He then picked up the corpse and tossed it into the body of another. The noise they made as the collided amused him. He could feel himself tapping a bit more into the power of his stone. His eyes became a bit more reptilian then normal. He flashed a wild grin. The dragon man grabbed the broken spear that had fallen to the ground ran forward and then impaled the pointed wood into the two corpses. They convulsed for a moment and then became still. Gar had then instructed that the group should follow him. Aeos grumbled softly. He wanted to stay there and keep beating the monsters till they stopped moving. He found it difficult to pull himself out of this battle lust. He shook his head a few times, then reluctantly followed. The pirate had a point. They needed to find the source of the reanimated corpses.
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Post by Gar on Jul 21, 2016 7:40:36 GMT -6
Gar was moving at a steady pace, dodging and deflecting any attacks that fell into his path. The pirate couldn't say for certain where he was headed, only deeper into the town. He figured wherever the corruption was the thickest, that would be its source. There were still a good number of revenants around until he would be in the clear for a bit. Gar's eyes fell upon an opening, which he quickly darted into. Before Gar could reach the end an enemy shambled into his path, swinging a limp arm at the man's face. Gar dipped the slow attack and removed his bottom hand from Junzentaru. He placed the hand around the reanimated corpse's jawbone. He pushed upward and leapt forward. The zombie rose into the air and landed on it's back, with Gar's feet landing at either side of it's waist. It would've been a simple matter to end the threat of the revenant, but instead Gar kept moving. He couldn't shake the feeling of the cold, dead flesh and bone he had gripped a moment before. It was so unnatural and peculiar, the feeling gave him chills. Gar had to wipe he hand on his pants.
Gar was in the clear for the time being, but he couldn't see the others. Gar had faith that they would emerge from the horde soon enough. The pirate placed his weapon at his hip, allowing the glow the fade slightly. He would be jogging soon enough and this made the movement easier. Now he just had to wait for the others to emerge from the crowd. The closest revenants had turned around and were now approaching Gar. He could certainly still fight, but he preferred not to get tied down in a long engagement here. Gar took a few steps back. Come on now, make it out here.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jul 24, 2016 18:04:34 GMT -6
He was lagging behind. Part of him really wanted to stay and fight the horde of undead on his own. The act of running and clearing a path in human form was incredibly vexing for him. He wanted to transform and unleash the full might of his dragon form against these corpses and be done with it. In theory he could do that. But, the humans here, the living humans, made it difficult for him to do so. He could not expose himself. Do not.. change.. He found himself repeating that in his own head. In the stress of it all he kept drawing more power from his stone to the point where he could feel the skin on his back change into scales. He let out a groan and punched the nearest reverent in order to vent out his frustrations. The creature fell back.
He was panting now. Not out of exhaustion from fighting the corpses but rather from the internal battle with his own strengths. He shook his head. He felt himself dangerously close to being fully half shifted. He knew his half shifted self did not blend well with human clothes. He knew how his hands and feet changed during the transformation. He knew how his forehead gained tiny nubs of horns and how his skin becomes scales. The claw and feet transformations tended to damage shoes and gloves. He kept his hands curled up into a fist in order to hide the partial change in his nails and fingers.
Another reverent approached him. The Nabatan couldn’t hold it back any more. He felt his hand fully change into it’s dragon claw form. He could feel the chain mail gloves start to break. But he had no choice. He had been pushed to this point. There were too many monsters. He wanted to keep himself and these humans safe. His mind suddenly flashed back to the Monster in black armor. To the encounters with it in Sacae. He could see it in his head. That thing that killed all of those brave Sacean warriors who were serving as his guide. The thing that he fought in the Ostian countryside. A monster that could turn humans into these shambling corpses with a lance made of evil. And while he could not sense the presence of that monster here, the thought of it showing up all of a sudden sent a shiver down his spine. There was no way the three of them could take that thing on if it was here. This combination of fear, desire to protect, and urge to transform manifested itself in a strange but wonderful way. Subconsciously, the Nabatan man was channeling the power of his element into his limbs. A power that seemed to concentrate itself onto it's fists.
A reverent stood in front of him. It lunged at him with it’s hands in the air, it’s mouth wide open, as if it wanted to take a large bite out of the man. It was an odd feeling. He felt as if he and the monster were moving in an slower state of time. He raised his arm to defend himself. His fist connected with the creature’s chest. The punch he did was unnatural. The power of his element, wind, did something to the monster. The reverent did not fall back onto it’s back like the other one did. This one was sent flying back SEVERAL feet and speeds that could not be presently recorded. It was almost as if the creature flew as far and as fast as an arrow released from a bow. The reverent hit a distant wall and splattered into a several misshapen pieces. The chain mail gloves shattered entirely due to the impact.
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Post by Gar on Jul 25, 2016 7:56:13 GMT -6
A splatter on a nearby wall drew Gar's attention. He turned to see the remnants of a corpse sliding down the wall. The hell did that? The pirate was curious and worried for his companions, but he had to get away from the nearest threats. Gar moved swiftly to avoid the impending group of zombies. He ducked down an alley and wanted to make his way around a block to check if his companions were on the other side of the mass of revenants. His slow pursuers managed to follow him into the alley way, sealing off his retreat path. Oh well, all I have to do is make it through the other side. Gar took a few more steps down the alley when he noticed groans echoing from the exit. The pirate paused as another group of enemies entered the alley, effectively surrounding him. Gar cursed under his breath.
Gar's instinct was to grip his weapon and attempt to carve a path out of the alley, but he gained another idea. As the revenants closed in from both sides Gar took a couple steps. He jumped at a nearby wall and kicked off of it to gain more upward momentum. He reached his arms out and clasped onto the edge of a roof. Gar began to pull himself onto the roof as a zombie gripped his boot. Gar flailed his leg, managing to shake free from the grip and continued to clamber onto the roof. Now that he was safe on to rooftop, Gar moved back to the street that was flooded with corpses. He scanned the crowd to find his companions.
His eyes fell upon Aeos, but something was different. Gar furrowed his brow, something was wrong. Now that Gar was out of combat, Junzentaru could speak. I've witnessed this before. That man is falling victim to the corruption. We must either save him quickly or we will be forced to slay him. Given those two options, Gar's choice was clear. Gar drew the holy axe once again and it again instilled him with power and courage. The pirate took a step and jumped off the roof into the mass below. He managed to break his fall atop a couple of zombies, pinning them beneath him. Gar moved in Aeos' direction, shoving the zombies out of his way in the process.
Gar eventually made it close enough to reach out for Aeos, but there was a revenant between them. Gar reached around the corpse and grasped at his friend's shirt, attempting to pull him closer. The only question was how could he rid Aeos of the curse. I'm no priest, but maybe...
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jul 25, 2016 19:52:03 GMT -6
The monster went flying. Aeos stopped moving and stared at his open palm. What the hell was that? Can I do more of that?[/b]Neither part of himself knew what just happened. He just knew that it happened. He wanted the monster gone and his wish was partially granted. He just had not expected the creature to dismiss itself from his presence in such a manner. He needed to focus. There were more undead to contend with. More undead continued to come. Is no end to these monstrosities!? Curse you human for being such prolific breeders!
He groaned in frustration and kicked another zombie in the chest. The monster tumbled into the arms of another. He kept fighting and slowly found himself making a path backwards. For every one he knocked forward he was forced to take a few paces back. These steps helped to reorient himself so he could better land the next blow. Slowly, the numbers of the undead started to dwindle into something more manageable. There were about four left for him to deal with. Each one of the four had taken some sort of a beating so they were moving even slower then usual. He just had to keep himself calm. He had to keep himself focused. In any other situation this half shifted version of himself would have expressed great joy at beating the crap out of the zombies. He would have taunted the undead as they crumbled to pieces at his strengths, but the thought of the demon in Black Armor possibly being around, changed his demeanor. His fighting was much more serious.
Gar was near him, Aeos could see this. He knew the pirate was in front of him blocked off by an undead man. Gar grabbed hold of his shirt. He can’t see us like this.[/b] Aeos swatted it away out of instinct. The dragon then grabbed the arm of the undead thing and shoved it towards Gar. Aeos had no doubt in his mind that the glowing axe would make quick work of the reverent. The undead thing was a distraction. Meant to buy Aeos a tiny bit of time for him to get away from his friend.
“Get away from me Gar! I'm dangerous!” His voice was a bit more raspy then what it usually was. He then jumped away from both Gar and in the undead thing.
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