The mage wasn’t stuck in a state of being lit on fire for much longer after his initial call. A Rue Rom acted like a geyser, drenching and damaging the wavemaster. His list updated automatically, the name appearing gradually. The process looked like something writing it in, cursive even, but the words morphed into print as soon as spell was completed.
Break time didn’t last for very long, two of the buggers were nearly upon him, with another five only a few steps behind. Stepping back, the mage kicked off into a jump, covering his trail with a several converging balls of light. The wizard tipped over backwards as his heels hit the ground, ending up sitting instead of continuing his running battle idea. Nice concept, bad class for utilization, especially when someone didn’t take into account the charred limbs to trip over. Those following the newly fried dragons took the opportunity to let their presence be known again, spitting bursts of fire at the lightning mage. The damage stacked up, but this time nothing actually caught. With the way the room was heated, even the recent drops of liquid had already vanished from his body before being scorched again. Rayo tapped the ground with his free hand, the electric tornado took out the remainder of that particular raiding party.
The line idea was no longer really functioning for his purposes. A few of the melee fighters were pushing back the enemy and doing it well, but scattered bunches still seemed to sneak in, with a certain amount probably taking advantage of their flight. Sticking up his staff, another Lanceor phased into being among the aerial dragons. Whipping around in a circle, the wolf clawed through maybe fifteen of them before picking a direction and driving through another small flock of similar size.
Pointing his staff in the general direction of a few hatchlings that caught his attention, another four dragons dropped before having the chance to approach anyone. The tornado died away, only to reveal seven more moving in from the same exact direction. Were these monsters even being slowed? There had started out being a lot, and there were still a lot. Since there were always many more fire breathers in comparison to player combatants, the battle didn’t feel like it was lessening up.
Hopping over one of the hot spots, the caster dropped to the side of the new female long arm. If he didn’t have to worry about getting burned to a crisp for a moment, Rayo might actually have the time to cast few more recovery spells. Names, that was something to be covered once the siege ended so these in battle situations could be handled faster. Twisting his head around to the girl, a motion just to let her know he was addressing her, the magician spoke his request even as he began to indulge in the magical arts.
“Just give me a moment to heal up… La Repth. La Repth. Thanks.”
How many were within the targeted range, Rayo wasn’t sure. Himself, the new girl, Zan, and probably several others since the room was only so big and there was a lot of clumping going on. Turning back to an offensive stance, his staff pointed directly in front, silently calling forth another Rai Rom. Half a dozen more were gone but there were definitely plenty more coming in from the same spots. The wavemaster glanced to his left. At least now there was someone else that much closer to take off some of the attention. He wasn’t being targeted anymore than anyone else, but he couldn’t just swing a sword to slay all incoming threats.
ooc:
Blue: Rue Rom
Killed: 47
Remaining: 816
Moderator: Nighthand
Rayo
Lv.47 Archer 745HP/311SP
Bell, the Silver Grunty of Thunder
Skills/Spells-Shocking Arrow of Voltage(30), Arrow of the Burning Stars(10), MeRai Rom(40), Rai Kruz(10), La Repth(20), Rip Maen(40), MeRai Kruz(20), GiVak Kruz(20), MeRai Don(20), Rig Saem(15)
Weapon/Armor/Book-Golden Royal Bow/Thunder Torque, Thunder Cloak, Able Ring, Ivory Greaves/Thunder Magic
Wishlist: YL Fukuoka, Stormlore, Winter Stone, Silver Grunty
Lv.47 Archer 745HP/311SP
Bell, the Silver Grunty of Thunder
Skills/Spells-Shocking Arrow of Voltage(30), Arrow of the Burning Stars(10), MeRai Rom(40), Rai Kruz(10), La Repth(20), Rip Maen(40), MeRai Kruz(20), GiVak Kruz(20), MeRai Don(20), Rig Saem(15)
Weapon/Armor/Book-Golden Royal Bow/Thunder Torque, Thunder Cloak, Able Ring, Ivory Greaves/Thunder Magic
Wishlist: YL Fukuoka, Stormlore, Winter Stone, Silver Grunty
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Hijinx
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 591
- Joined: Thu Apr 03, 2003 11:28 pm
- Location: New look, check it out!
The battle had progressed well beyond the halfway mark, and Hijinx still hadn't raised a hand against the enemy. Of course she was capable, but there were more important things to do, like evaluate everybody else. Smiling with satisfaction, she blurred to the left to evade a gout of flame. Everyone had improved considerably, some doing so during the course of the battle. Still, the fight wasn't over yet, there were a lot of hatchlings that needed to be put down. Cracking her knuckles, she readied herself for the next wave. It wasn't like she was being completely ignored, but since there wasn't a single one that had fallen to her hand yet, the enemies weren't particularly concerned with her. She intended to change that, and quick.
"Okay Urbosh, time to get some attention!"
Winding back for a toss, she grinned wickedly. The arm came forward, a hand attached to that arm holding unto the blob, releasing it and sending the pet whistling towards the roof. Once he was close enough to the swarm near the ceiling, spikes erupted from the blob in all directions, impaling massive groups of the creatures. Retracting back into his form, they shot out again and again, striking down hostiles by the dozen and littering the floor below with bodies that slowly decomposed into data. Not satisfied with allowing her pet to to all the work, Hijinx whistled sharply, garnering attention from a bunch of the critters along the wall.
An ap do from Urbosh hit her before they were in range, everything went into slow motion as her speed hack kicked in, and bodies began to fly. One was shoved to the ground, exploding from the impact of a well place stomp, while an uppercut drove the next upwards. The fire breathing monsters seemed to float at her, flames practically crawled through the air in her direction. It wasn't until she swung one by the neck and sent it sailing back from where it came that Hijinx realized exactly how much attention she had managed to earn. A wave of wings and teeth was stretching from the wall , completely unbroken and roughly three wide and 2 deep, save the small area that had opened up when her makeshift projectile smashed through the middle their line. To her relief, there were signs of it already braking off, the rest continuing along their circular route. She got the distinct impression that fists weren't going to cut it at this point. Fist Guards went on almost instantly.
"Kiwami!"
Speed on speed combined with an equally fast barrage of fists and feet, building a pile in front of and to the sides of Hijinx. Six, twelve, eighteen, twenty-four... the end was finally in sight. Forty-eight bodies dissipating into the air around her, and yet, she knew that wasn't the end.Lunging forward into the white wall that obscured her view, she smiled as her right hand wrapped itself around one last dragon's hopeful neck, latching onto it's right wing with her left hand and jumping over it's back. The animal followed the path she dictated, whipping backwards over itself, and slamming into the floor with a sickening smack. Laughing for the fun of the fight, she ran over and caught the falling blob out of the air, zipping by Senna and forgetting to slow down as she flew towards Rayo. He wanted another summon, but it wouldn't be exactly the same as last time.
Killed: 86
Remaining: 730
OOC: Sorry for the delay, busy,busy, busy.
"Okay Urbosh, time to get some attention!"
Winding back for a toss, she grinned wickedly. The arm came forward, a hand attached to that arm holding unto the blob, releasing it and sending the pet whistling towards the roof. Once he was close enough to the swarm near the ceiling, spikes erupted from the blob in all directions, impaling massive groups of the creatures. Retracting back into his form, they shot out again and again, striking down hostiles by the dozen and littering the floor below with bodies that slowly decomposed into data. Not satisfied with allowing her pet to to all the work, Hijinx whistled sharply, garnering attention from a bunch of the critters along the wall.
An ap do from Urbosh hit her before they were in range, everything went into slow motion as her speed hack kicked in, and bodies began to fly. One was shoved to the ground, exploding from the impact of a well place stomp, while an uppercut drove the next upwards. The fire breathing monsters seemed to float at her, flames practically crawled through the air in her direction. It wasn't until she swung one by the neck and sent it sailing back from where it came that Hijinx realized exactly how much attention she had managed to earn. A wave of wings and teeth was stretching from the wall , completely unbroken and roughly three wide and 2 deep, save the small area that had opened up when her makeshift projectile smashed through the middle their line. To her relief, there were signs of it already braking off, the rest continuing along their circular route. She got the distinct impression that fists weren't going to cut it at this point. Fist Guards went on almost instantly.
"Kiwami!"
Speed on speed combined with an equally fast barrage of fists and feet, building a pile in front of and to the sides of Hijinx. Six, twelve, eighteen, twenty-four... the end was finally in sight. Forty-eight bodies dissipating into the air around her, and yet, she knew that wasn't the end.Lunging forward into the white wall that obscured her view, she smiled as her right hand wrapped itself around one last dragon's hopeful neck, latching onto it's right wing with her left hand and jumping over it's back. The animal followed the path she dictated, whipping backwards over itself, and slamming into the floor with a sickening smack. Laughing for the fun of the fight, she ran over and caught the falling blob out of the air, zipping by Senna and forgetting to slow down as she flew towards Rayo. He wanted another summon, but it wouldn't be exactly the same as last time.
Killed: 86
Remaining: 730
OOC: Sorry for the delay, busy,busy, busy.
Hijinx the Lucky Former Rabbit
Level 35.000 Fist Fighter
Equip: Fist Guards, Wyrm Hide, guard cap, Snow panther, silver bracers
Item: 5 ressurect, 2 antidote, 10 healing potions, 6 Emperor's Soul, 3 Raging Earth, 5 Ice Floe, 4 Gale Breath, Knights Bane, 10 Speed Charms
Money: 1103gp
"The problem with life is there's no back-ground music."
Level 35.000 Fist Fighter
Equip: Fist Guards, Wyrm Hide, guard cap, Snow panther, silver bracers
Item: 5 ressurect, 2 antidote, 10 healing potions, 6 Emperor's Soul, 3 Raging Earth, 5 Ice Floe, 4 Gale Breath, Knights Bane, 10 Speed Charms
Money: 1103gp
"The problem with life is there's no back-ground music."
There was never going to be an end to them. It was as simple as that. Unable to see the scope of the room, keeping herself to her little area and doing her best to let nothing get past her without bringing it down, Senna had no way to know that they weren’t just being renewed every so often, a never-ending stream of dragonlings to break upon the group of fighters until they broke.
In an effort to keep them out of reach of her, she’d been moving back a little steadily, until she was now up against the edge of one of the lava pits. No more moving back, she guessed. Overhead, several of the creatures also seemed to have finally learned that just clearing her by a couple feet was not enough. They were getting by using a simple method – just add another few feet of height to their movement. She cursed the luck, but the creatures were still coming, so the cursing had to be done while in motion. One strike, another… she was beginning to tire a bit from the repetitiveness and relentlessness of the fight.
A voice from one side broke into the battle haze Senna had descended into, forcing her brain to comprehend something other than “Kill dragonling. Repeat.” It was Canti, who’d worked his way near her in their makeshift defensive line.
She grinned at the ending jest and considered her reply. Her initial, knee-jerk answer to his question would have been no, but she didn’t allow herself to just make that offhand comment. She had to change her thinking. Could they be hacking her brain? Not likely. At least, she didn’t think so. But for the rest? Maybe not their physical brains, but whatever contained their sentience within this game? Was that possible?
“I don’t know,” she replied, the last word spoken with extra emphasis as she simultaneously sidestepped a charging dragon attack and impaled it, nearly spearing it to the ground. She couldn’t think of any reason in the Flashmails that had been sent en masse that should bring up such a question, but she thought some of them mentioned getting other messages from Marionette. Perhaps one of those brought this up. “Could be, if it knows what it shouldn’t. Or…” Another pause, another couple dragonlings bit the dust. Was it her imagination or were they coming further between? “One person’s mind?”
Another Repth followed – her SP was getting dangerously low but he HP was lower – and then he weapon was at the ready again. She’d let them get closer than they should have, and tried a sweeping strike to either kill or drive them back. It was some of one, some of the other – one died and two fell back, injured. One took to the air and just went around, which was really the easier course.
She was waiting to see what reply might be made by Canti and eyeing the encroaching dragons, half daring them to try her again, when someone else was speaking. She couldn’t spare a look, because the dragonlings – seemingly delighted at having more closely spaced targets – were moving in again. The only reply was a tight nod, then to do just as suggested. She took a pace forward, stabbing another dragonling out of existence, then planted a foot and invoked Double Sweep.
The nice thing about an area-wide spell coupled with a six-foot weapon is that you can clear a lot of space in a little time. While not all of the creatures in the impact area were being truly harmed, as they were in too close for the full effect of her attack to get to them, it did knock them around enough to sweep them out of the way, as the name suggested. Injured or just battered ones beat a momentary retreat – except for one who closed in and went for the claws-and-teeth approach. Unfortunately for it, biting a weapon-weilding, battle-lit person in the leg just means you’ve made yourself an excellent target, and after it took a chunk of HP out of her, she returned the favor with a vicious stab.
Though… the damage was not nearly what it had been. She hadn’t been healing herself that much. What the newcomer (was it the one who’d ridden in on the grunty? Now wasn’t really the time to try to figure it out, she decided, and it didn’t matter) had been casting a moment before registered, and she muttered her own thanks before going at it again.
And as she did, something sped by. It was moving so fast, Senna nearly didn’t register it as the person who’d offered cookies earlier. Momentarily forgetting herself, Senna’s head turned to follow the person’s movements.
Bad move. Dragonlings might not be that intelligent, but when there are a lot of them, they can certainly be brave, and in her moment of lapsed attention, she let them get far too close for comfort. Rounding back to face them, she found herself unfortunately hemmed in by about ten of them, at least three of whom were preparing to spit fire from various angles and distances.
Inwardly seething at herself for the lapse, Senna crouched lower, trying to make herself as small a target as possible. Fire burst forth again. Time to clear a space. “Double Sweep.”
When were these things going to run out?
OOC:
Killed: 30
Remaining: 700 even
In an effort to keep them out of reach of her, she’d been moving back a little steadily, until she was now up against the edge of one of the lava pits. No more moving back, she guessed. Overhead, several of the creatures also seemed to have finally learned that just clearing her by a couple feet was not enough. They were getting by using a simple method – just add another few feet of height to their movement. She cursed the luck, but the creatures were still coming, so the cursing had to be done while in motion. One strike, another… she was beginning to tire a bit from the repetitiveness and relentlessness of the fight.
A voice from one side broke into the battle haze Senna had descended into, forcing her brain to comprehend something other than “Kill dragonling. Repeat.” It was Canti, who’d worked his way near her in their makeshift defensive line.
She grinned at the ending jest and considered her reply. Her initial, knee-jerk answer to his question would have been no, but she didn’t allow herself to just make that offhand comment. She had to change her thinking. Could they be hacking her brain? Not likely. At least, she didn’t think so. But for the rest? Maybe not their physical brains, but whatever contained their sentience within this game? Was that possible?
“I don’t know,” she replied, the last word spoken with extra emphasis as she simultaneously sidestepped a charging dragon attack and impaled it, nearly spearing it to the ground. She couldn’t think of any reason in the Flashmails that had been sent en masse that should bring up such a question, but she thought some of them mentioned getting other messages from Marionette. Perhaps one of those brought this up. “Could be, if it knows what it shouldn’t. Or…” Another pause, another couple dragonlings bit the dust. Was it her imagination or were they coming further between? “One person’s mind?”
Another Repth followed – her SP was getting dangerously low but he HP was lower – and then he weapon was at the ready again. She’d let them get closer than they should have, and tried a sweeping strike to either kill or drive them back. It was some of one, some of the other – one died and two fell back, injured. One took to the air and just went around, which was really the easier course.
She was waiting to see what reply might be made by Canti and eyeing the encroaching dragons, half daring them to try her again, when someone else was speaking. She couldn’t spare a look, because the dragonlings – seemingly delighted at having more closely spaced targets – were moving in again. The only reply was a tight nod, then to do just as suggested. She took a pace forward, stabbing another dragonling out of existence, then planted a foot and invoked Double Sweep.
The nice thing about an area-wide spell coupled with a six-foot weapon is that you can clear a lot of space in a little time. While not all of the creatures in the impact area were being truly harmed, as they were in too close for the full effect of her attack to get to them, it did knock them around enough to sweep them out of the way, as the name suggested. Injured or just battered ones beat a momentary retreat – except for one who closed in and went for the claws-and-teeth approach. Unfortunately for it, biting a weapon-weilding, battle-lit person in the leg just means you’ve made yourself an excellent target, and after it took a chunk of HP out of her, she returned the favor with a vicious stab.
Though… the damage was not nearly what it had been. She hadn’t been healing herself that much. What the newcomer (was it the one who’d ridden in on the grunty? Now wasn’t really the time to try to figure it out, she decided, and it didn’t matter) had been casting a moment before registered, and she muttered her own thanks before going at it again.
And as she did, something sped by. It was moving so fast, Senna nearly didn’t register it as the person who’d offered cookies earlier. Momentarily forgetting herself, Senna’s head turned to follow the person’s movements.
Bad move. Dragonlings might not be that intelligent, but when there are a lot of them, they can certainly be brave, and in her moment of lapsed attention, she let them get far too close for comfort. Rounding back to face them, she found herself unfortunately hemmed in by about ten of them, at least three of whom were preparing to spit fire from various angles and distances.
Inwardly seething at herself for the lapse, Senna crouched lower, trying to make herself as small a target as possible. Fire burst forth again. Time to clear a space. “Double Sweep.”
When were these things going to run out?
OOC:
Killed: 30
Remaining: 700 even
Senna, level 33 Long Arm (710 HP/180 SP)
Most common kit: Ichigou, Racoon Earcaps, Air Bracer, Snow Panther, Winter Coat, Graceful Book
Spells/Skills: (Critical Hit/Death) Repulse Cage, Ap Corv, Ap Vorv, Rai Rom, Rue Zot, La Repth
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14300 (1/23)
Most common kit: Ichigou, Racoon Earcaps, Air Bracer, Snow Panther, Winter Coat, Graceful Book
Spells/Skills: (Critical Hit/Death) Repulse Cage, Ap Corv, Ap Vorv, Rai Rom, Rue Zot, La Repth
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14300 (1/23)
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Dien
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 226
- Joined: Fri May 12, 2006 1:59 am
- Class: Blademaster
- Location: The "Who's Online List," Stalking People...
Cold. Despite the warmth of the room he’d just been in, this one was comparably cold. A dim blue light shone from somewhere above, and as his eyes began to grow more accustomed to it the player began to recognize this room. It was the same room he’d dreamed of before: eight massive lampstands at the feet of eight ballasts that held up the massive dome. The fires that had been held in them were gone, now, the blackened char of wood erected where they had been. The mosaics that the walls held were dimmer now as well, no longer glistening or even reflecting the pale light that barely illuminated them. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but from here, each of the faces that had seemed to resemble joyful expressions of victory now resonated with fear and malice. What’s going on?!
A sudden screech jerked his head upward as he cringed at the sound. There, in the shadow of the central spire, two eyes glared down at him. He squinted, trying to narrow his field of vision so that their owner would become more visible, but the problem was solved for him. Instantly, all eight of the bonfires erupted once again, only this time there was no joy in them: no comfort. Black smoke billowed upward from each one, angrily scaling the roof of the dome towards whatever new foe rested there. It was only when Dien looked upward in this new light that he saw just what was there. Clutching the central spire, a massive body of scales surrounded the now burning eyes. Wings grew out of its back, large enough to carry the bulk of the beast.
Fear enveloped the blademaster’s character, and he moved to get off the hard stone table that had forced his sight upward. It was then that he discovered the fetters: solid lines that looked almost like tendrils of pure flame wrapped about his neck, wrists, and ankles, pinning him to the table and burning against the bare skin they touched. Panic overtook him as the dragon screeched again, pushing off of the ceiling and beating its wings in a race towards him. Dien cried out, his helplessness becoming more apparent with every tug against the fiery cords. He was trapped, and this beast was about to consume him.
“Help!” he called out, even knowing there was no one to hear him. It was only then that he heard a massive crack. His gaze turned upward in horrified awe. Another crack, and the massive spire that had been hanging from the ceiling was loosed, falling hard after the dragon towards the distant ground: the ground where the blademaster was tied. Or…wait, the tendrils were gone! He jumped up, taking advantage and running as hard as he could towards the wall. Oddly, it didn’t seem to get any closer as he ran. A quick check revealed that the spire was no longer directed at him in its fall, but that he was also not far enough away to not be hurt by it. Suddenly, a ping echoed in his ears, and he turned once again, seeing a brilliant light. Warmth and love seemed to pour out of it, and for a moment he considered ceasing to run. Another screech stopped that notion, and he bolted right past it. Another ping.
Stop running, he thought, his instinct kicking in, you’re safe. The next screech would have set him running again, but for some reason he couldn’t be convinced of his own fear. His pace slowed, first to a jog, and then to a walk until finally a stop some thirty feet past the source of the light. Turning, what he saw surprised him. A thick wall of shimmering energy stood between him and where the reptilian beast and spire were due to hit the earth. Muted by the wall, he watched the scene unfold.
The dragon’s wings spread outward just before it could collide with the ground, slowing it and turning it to face him. Its jaws opened, and the depths of its throat began to glow brilliantly red. Before it could shoot its fire, though, the spire crashed into it, the whole of its weight being driven through the thickest part of the dragon. A deafening boom echoed through the room, nearly knocking Dien over. It split halfway down its height, the two halves falling outward and crushing the beast beneath it. Comparatively, the spire was nearly twice as large as the dragon, even yet seeming like a skyscraper as the dust from its collapse collided with the shield that had been the light he passed. Something between a cough, a whimper, and a sigh escaped from the dragon, and it was apparent that it had been destroyed.
“Jedediah,” boomed the voice, and the wall vanished, “you have a choice before you.” For a moment, neither spoke until Dien broke the silence.
“What do you mean?” the player asked, “what choice?”
“A choice that will determine your destiny,” it replied, its owner still invisible, “when the time comes, you must choose.”
“Well,” Dien said, “what do you want me to choose when that time comes?”
“You will know, when that time comes.”
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Warm air surrounded Dien once again. He looked about, finding himself back in the chaos of the Vak room. There were significantly fewer young dragons to worry about, but that didn’t mean he could slack off any - they were still a multitude. He stood, quickly running back to the makeshift circle after Rayo’s healing round. A bit redundant, if anything, but nothing to complain about: doubtless some of the others had needed it. Almost immediately a flashmail returned from Marionette.
A pair of dragons caught wind of his internal monologue and decided to put an end to it, swooping downward with tooth and nail to try and take him out. In swift order, Glitter was ripped out and the two beasts were hewn apart, blood boiling out of their wounds as they fell into one of the pits of lava. Their brothers didn’t like this outrage, and even more swooped downward.
“Rai Rom! Rai Rom!” Dien shouted, and a dozen fell from the onslaught with nearly thirty more injured besides. Well, that would make them easier to kill. Just look for the fried ones, he thought, switching out his equipment to make his own capabilities a little more enhanced, they should be easier to kill. Ap Do and Rig Gaem were activated after the use of a Mage’s Soul, and the equipment was switched out for its more potent counterparts. Stab after stab, leap after leap brought more dragons falling. Some had been injured by his spells and fell by one stroke, others merely curious as to how their brothers could fall so easily were eliminated by more cuts. All in all, some forty one more were destroyed before one of the dragons had the bright idea to actually use its fiery breath to attack from a distance.
The blademaster cringed as more heat than he could handle danced across his skin, making cuts that had been there worse, and opening new ones at the same time. Whispers of pain echoed up and down his system, and he turned, hurling Glitter into the body of the flame-thrower to bring it death. Quickly the sword was recalled to him, but it couldn’t save him from the onslaught of flame that would come. Ten, maybe twenty dragons converged on him, opening their mouths to spout fire. Standing still was no longer an option. Dien ran, twisting his body around the flames as yet more dragons joined in pursuit, throwing fire at him from all angles.
It was strange, though, along with each lick of flame that burnt his skin, it seemed to not hurt as much. The brand of pain also changed, too. It was no longer just blatant pain as it had been before, but his nerves almost seemed to bask in the heat before being destroyed. For moments before he could be burnt, there was a slight pleasure, and it struck him as odd. Still, he had some thirty dragons flying about him as he ran, an Ap Do pushing him faster than normal, and where there was a group of monsters, there also was an easy target for a spell.
A jet of steam erupted some yards in front of him, and he smirked, knowing a way to ensure death to this pack of the horde. In one quick motion he spun, his body wrapping about the steam as it shot into the sky. He could feel the heat from it still, but kept running, planting his foot on the wall and turning full about to face the horde. Countless screams erupted from the pack as they passed through the jet of steam, and Dien smirked, casting yet three more Rai Roms into their midst. All of the dragons that had been following him fell (a count of thirty four). That wasn’t all of them, though, and very soon another trio of them had found Dien and veered downward.
“Time to go back,” Dien called, downing a health drink before running back to the circle of his allies. Ten more fell en route, and right as the blademaster crossed the defensive line his Aps wore off. Good timing, he thought, before sitting down to breathe for a moment behind the front lines.
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OOC:
Dragon-count:
700
- 90
610
A sudden screech jerked his head upward as he cringed at the sound. There, in the shadow of the central spire, two eyes glared down at him. He squinted, trying to narrow his field of vision so that their owner would become more visible, but the problem was solved for him. Instantly, all eight of the bonfires erupted once again, only this time there was no joy in them: no comfort. Black smoke billowed upward from each one, angrily scaling the roof of the dome towards whatever new foe rested there. It was only when Dien looked upward in this new light that he saw just what was there. Clutching the central spire, a massive body of scales surrounded the now burning eyes. Wings grew out of its back, large enough to carry the bulk of the beast.
Fear enveloped the blademaster’s character, and he moved to get off the hard stone table that had forced his sight upward. It was then that he discovered the fetters: solid lines that looked almost like tendrils of pure flame wrapped about his neck, wrists, and ankles, pinning him to the table and burning against the bare skin they touched. Panic overtook him as the dragon screeched again, pushing off of the ceiling and beating its wings in a race towards him. Dien cried out, his helplessness becoming more apparent with every tug against the fiery cords. He was trapped, and this beast was about to consume him.
“Help!” he called out, even knowing there was no one to hear him. It was only then that he heard a massive crack. His gaze turned upward in horrified awe. Another crack, and the massive spire that had been hanging from the ceiling was loosed, falling hard after the dragon towards the distant ground: the ground where the blademaster was tied. Or…wait, the tendrils were gone! He jumped up, taking advantage and running as hard as he could towards the wall. Oddly, it didn’t seem to get any closer as he ran. A quick check revealed that the spire was no longer directed at him in its fall, but that he was also not far enough away to not be hurt by it. Suddenly, a ping echoed in his ears, and he turned once again, seeing a brilliant light. Warmth and love seemed to pour out of it, and for a moment he considered ceasing to run. Another screech stopped that notion, and he bolted right past it. Another ping.
Stop running, he thought, his instinct kicking in, you’re safe. The next screech would have set him running again, but for some reason he couldn’t be convinced of his own fear. His pace slowed, first to a jog, and then to a walk until finally a stop some thirty feet past the source of the light. Turning, what he saw surprised him. A thick wall of shimmering energy stood between him and where the reptilian beast and spire were due to hit the earth. Muted by the wall, he watched the scene unfold.
The dragon’s wings spread outward just before it could collide with the ground, slowing it and turning it to face him. Its jaws opened, and the depths of its throat began to glow brilliantly red. Before it could shoot its fire, though, the spire crashed into it, the whole of its weight being driven through the thickest part of the dragon. A deafening boom echoed through the room, nearly knocking Dien over. It split halfway down its height, the two halves falling outward and crushing the beast beneath it. Comparatively, the spire was nearly twice as large as the dragon, even yet seeming like a skyscraper as the dust from its collapse collided with the shield that had been the light he passed. Something between a cough, a whimper, and a sigh escaped from the dragon, and it was apparent that it had been destroyed.
“Jedediah,” boomed the voice, and the wall vanished, “you have a choice before you.” For a moment, neither spoke until Dien broke the silence.
“What do you mean?” the player asked, “what choice?”
“A choice that will determine your destiny,” it replied, its owner still invisible, “when the time comes, you must choose.”
“Well,” Dien said, “what do you want me to choose when that time comes?”
“You will know, when that time comes.”
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Warm air surrounded Dien once again. He looked about, finding himself back in the chaos of the Vak room. There were significantly fewer young dragons to worry about, but that didn’t mean he could slack off any - they were still a multitude. He stood, quickly running back to the makeshift circle after Rayo’s healing round. A bit redundant, if anything, but nothing to complain about: doubtless some of the others had needed it. Almost immediately a flashmail returned from Marionette.
“Weakness, eh?” he asked aloud, letting the paper fall off his hands to be replaced by his sword. It was just confirmation of what he already knew he had to do: kill things. Throwing swords had worked fairly well last time, but now he was in the circle, and if he lost track of one of them it could be disastrous for one of his comrades. Hell, already he could tell that he was going to have less opportunity to go on a killing spree now that he’d circled up. So far, not one dragon had attacked him: not one! It wasn’t really jubilant realization, as it meant that the attack was pretty much eminent, but it would mean he’d have to work twice as hard to prove his strength.Flashmail
From: Marionette
To: Dien
Re: interesT
Message:
yoU neeD noT mY helP, facinG thE steeL. I havE nO interesT iN weaknesS. provE tO mE thaT yoU arE noT weaK.
A pair of dragons caught wind of his internal monologue and decided to put an end to it, swooping downward with tooth and nail to try and take him out. In swift order, Glitter was ripped out and the two beasts were hewn apart, blood boiling out of their wounds as they fell into one of the pits of lava. Their brothers didn’t like this outrage, and even more swooped downward.
“Rai Rom! Rai Rom!” Dien shouted, and a dozen fell from the onslaught with nearly thirty more injured besides. Well, that would make them easier to kill. Just look for the fried ones, he thought, switching out his equipment to make his own capabilities a little more enhanced, they should be easier to kill. Ap Do and Rig Gaem were activated after the use of a Mage’s Soul, and the equipment was switched out for its more potent counterparts. Stab after stab, leap after leap brought more dragons falling. Some had been injured by his spells and fell by one stroke, others merely curious as to how their brothers could fall so easily were eliminated by more cuts. All in all, some forty one more were destroyed before one of the dragons had the bright idea to actually use its fiery breath to attack from a distance.
The blademaster cringed as more heat than he could handle danced across his skin, making cuts that had been there worse, and opening new ones at the same time. Whispers of pain echoed up and down his system, and he turned, hurling Glitter into the body of the flame-thrower to bring it death. Quickly the sword was recalled to him, but it couldn’t save him from the onslaught of flame that would come. Ten, maybe twenty dragons converged on him, opening their mouths to spout fire. Standing still was no longer an option. Dien ran, twisting his body around the flames as yet more dragons joined in pursuit, throwing fire at him from all angles.
It was strange, though, along with each lick of flame that burnt his skin, it seemed to not hurt as much. The brand of pain also changed, too. It was no longer just blatant pain as it had been before, but his nerves almost seemed to bask in the heat before being destroyed. For moments before he could be burnt, there was a slight pleasure, and it struck him as odd. Still, he had some thirty dragons flying about him as he ran, an Ap Do pushing him faster than normal, and where there was a group of monsters, there also was an easy target for a spell.
A jet of steam erupted some yards in front of him, and he smirked, knowing a way to ensure death to this pack of the horde. In one quick motion he spun, his body wrapping about the steam as it shot into the sky. He could feel the heat from it still, but kept running, planting his foot on the wall and turning full about to face the horde. Countless screams erupted from the pack as they passed through the jet of steam, and Dien smirked, casting yet three more Rai Roms into their midst. All of the dragons that had been following him fell (a count of thirty four). That wasn’t all of them, though, and very soon another trio of them had found Dien and veered downward.
“Time to go back,” Dien called, downing a health drink before running back to the circle of his allies. Ten more fell en route, and right as the blademaster crossed the defensive line his Aps wore off. Good timing, he thought, before sitting down to breathe for a moment behind the front lines.
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OOC:
Dragon-count:
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Lord Canti
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 300
- Joined: Sat May 13, 2006 3:58 pm
- Location: In da' plains of hell, natch.
(A triplet of stabs met their mark as a dragon went down in a gout of blood and guts, the liquid sizling against Canti's smoldering form. A devil stood among them, cast in shadow and flame. The dark man of the knives kept his own as another hatchling came his way, stabbing out its eyes as he heard Senna speak in reference to his earlier question.)
"I don’t know. Could be, if it knows what it shouldn’t. Or..."
(A pause, then...)
"One person’s mind?"
Canti: That's what I'm trying to find out.
(For a moment, Canti's attention shifted ever so slightly to Nall as he spoke with Nighthand and then went back to killing properly. Were they talking of the Hub, their great unknown watcher, or just shooting the breeze? He didn't know, but he might've cared if it was important enough. Anyway, Canti had his own concerns at the moment. The Twin Blade had again donned his Phantom Blades as he remained nearby Senna, mostly because he just needed to have his back watched and watch someone's back while he waited...)
FFFZZINNG!! FFFZZINNG!!
(What was he waiting for, as he slew two dragons, razor-style? Just one thing... He wanted to speak to Dien, who was always something of an educated mind on matters of the subtle and investigative. He paid close attention to the small details, picking things up. Canti wanted to pool his resources, his thoughts, with the Blademaster in the hopes of coming to some conclusion. More than that, he had to get one or two of his hunches out of the way. Somehow...he had to find out for sure about this Marionette. The problem was that Dien didn't seem to respond. Huh. That was odd... Canti then watched as a veritable dragon-flood came his way. Ten at once, with a lead bastard drecting the flow.)
Canti: Think you're clever, shit-kicker? Not likely!
(He switched to Fuse Blades while jumping up at them directly, kicking into the face of the 'leader', throwing them into confusion as he activated Thunder Dance. Lightning-charged claws flew about in a flurry of motion, zapping and ripping apart like Wolverine through butter. In short, it made a great mess as it threw and tossed carcasses here and there and everywhere. That was fourteen in these last few moments. Not bad... The whole "no survivors" deal was kick-ass as long as it meant the enemy. He looked back as Senna Double-Sweeped a number of the monsters herself. Seemed like they were giving her a little trouble, so he volunteered a Juk Rom to the NEXT group of dragons that came her way, throwing them around for a wounding amount of damage. Well...one fell into the lava, so that was death right there. Ummm...whoops? Well, no. Not really. Heh heh heh... Anyway, Canti backhanded a nearby reptilian interloper as a couple of his friends came to spit fire at him. The first of the three was stuck in his right Fuse Blade. The fire did little to damage him.)
Canti: I know what you're feeling. You're feeling that useless feeling of weakness because you're handling something way out of your league.
(He opened the neck of the dragon he was holding.)
Canti: Well, if you want me bad enough, you'll have to do what I did and improvise. Otherwise, it's time to die!
(He threw the dead dragon fledgeling at the other two, then followed through with much claw-filled stabbing as more blood poured from their bodies than seemed possible. Canti stepped back and took a breather. What was taking Dien so long, huh? He didn't look busy right now. Then, as he saw that the Blademaster was heading his way, he gave him about as dark and annoyed a look as his black eyes could give him.)
Canti: What took you?
"Sorry, I've been having issues with my flashmail system since being infected - I just got your message. What's up?"
(The Twin Blade impaled a dragon hatchling suddenly, then threw it over his head while stabbing it dead with the other clawed weapon. Between the killings, he seemed aggravated by something that wasn't Dien, something more to do with what was on his mind...)
Canti: When you talk to Marionette, does he say things that only you or me should know? Stuff that isn't common knowledge?
(Dien had to think on that one for a moment, giving Canti a chance to kill dragon #20 by sticking his whole arm down its flame-spitting throat and ruining its insides, then clobbering #21 with the carcass until it stopped moving. It was no easy question that the Twin Blade posed, so it took him a bit to find an answer.)
"No, I haven't gotten anything from him that he shouldn't have known, save for some proof that it's been watching us for a while - like, since before Nall saved us from Suraisu."
(That produced a cold shiver down Canti's spine, and Dien would note the shock in Canti's eyes, even though they were like holes to nothingness. That the Marionette reached back that far made him wonder, made him worry...)
Canti: Well...I disagree. He knows things, things that I haven't said to anyone, except for maybe a few, and that was only a vague impression. "Ye of Psychosis", he called me... Even you didn't know about that.
(Ye of Psychosis' meant that the Puppetmaster knew the very depths of Canti's being, that he was seeing things in The World in ways that were totally unlike anyone else's perceptions, these strange head-trips where he saw things that had more symbolic meaning than anything else. They were real enough, but confined solely to him. The rest of them, not even Dien or Zhao, would know that he'd been seeing things, that he'd been in the company of the fox ever since the tower... Yet, Marionette knew... Why?)
"Yeah, it didn't seem to make too much sense. Still he called me, 'yE oF paiN,' which I guess references my first experience in the virus, but I haven't seen anything from that since the hideout."
(Dien paused to deal with his own straggler in this mess. Then...)
"I dunno, I'm gonna try to not worry about it too much. He told us to find him, and I'm willing to bet he's down the stairs in that central room, so we just have to keep doing what we've been doing."
Canti: Yeah...I guess...but...
(This conversation seemed to darken Canti's mood. It was not anger that fueled him, though he appeared to be somewhat agitated. It was about time he spoke his peace on the matter, to get it out before the thought ate him alive.)
Canti: I think I know who he is, and why he knows so much.
(Dien paused, then...)
"...care to enlighten me?"
(The dark Twin Blade looked around, his eyes going slightly apologetic in Senna's direction as he says, "Go to private chat.", referring to person-to-person stuff, in order to prevent anyone but the two of them from hearing this.)
"Very well."
(The Blademaster's eyes changed as Canti's display became different. The World was a big darker, yet Dien remained in normal focus at this time.)
"Well, what's up?"
Canti: ...Did you ever find out from Nall whether he killed him or not?
(He knew of whom Canti spoke of. There was only one man that Nall had fought that was of any importance to them here. The master of lightning, the Bladed Devil of the dark tower, their host and guide, Suraisu.)
"No, I didn't. I think it's safe to assume he's dead, though. I dunno, I'll ask Nall about it in a bit and let you know what I find out."
Canti: I asked before, but I didn't get an answer, maybe 'cause Zan needed some help. Listen, Dien... If he didn't die and he's out there, then we got problems, because I'm not sure we want him dead.
(That got an immediate reaction. Thank god for the private chat, because Dien was furious and there was no way Canti wanted anyone else to hear this.)
"Why wouldn't we want him dead? He tried to kill us and make us slaves of the Elites. He lied to us several times, led us on a quest only to have to fight him in the very end. If Nall hadn't shown up, we'd all be toast, and not just that, but I'm convinced we'd have been shredded to Twilight infection. Hell, we'd probably be Elite slaves right about now, if it weren't for Nall's intervention. I trust that he's dead, and if he's not then I doubt he'd take the form of a mailer daemon."
(He paused only to look over his shoulders, making sure nobody was sneaking up on him. Canti did the same, finding nothing. They resumed after a moment.)
"Besides, what makes you think it's him, anyway?"
(That was the thing about this whole issue. From the very beginning, Canti had suspected that Suraisu was up to something. His talk of the Elites and such had been...less-than-convincing, so the Twin Blade knew as well as the Blademaster that he was not telling the whole story. However, there were other things about the man. When Canti had noticed how things in the tower were effecting them personally, and not just as a game would, it became a concern that had weighed heavily on Canti's mind and he had spoken to Suraisu on a one-on-one basis about at the very top of the tower before descending into hell. There was a grim look in Canti's eye as he thought of how the man spoke.)
Canti: I don't think he was totally committed to the Elite cause, and as for what made me think so...
(His eyes shifted to look directly at Dien, perhaps straight into his soul with a look that was without humor or jest. It was all serious.)
Canti: Only Suraisu knew what was happening to my mind.
"Yeah..."
(At the moment, that was all Dien could say as he retreated into his own thoughts. Canti was right about that much. As much as it freaked him out that Marionette could be some kind of mind-reader, it was equally-possible that a lightning-charged hacker-boy was out there, using their secrets to lead them along. How much did he tell Suraisu? He'd confided in him about what was happening to them all here, even himself. It was all possible, and quite disturbing. How might the fox react to having been found so easily, assuming she exists? Canti didn't like people poking into his brains. He was disturbed enough as is.)
"I guess we'll find out soon enough. Friend or foe, I'm not a fan of having my every move watched. If it is Suraisu, or as our messenger calls him, 'thE bladeS,' then I would like to see him one last time if only to just smack him in the face."
Canti: Yeah...keep and eye out...Eagle.
(He dissolved the chat, then, feeling unusually calm for some reason. Perhaps he just felt better to get that out in the open, so he wouldn't have to worry later what others might have thought. He didn't believe that Suraisu had been totally evil, and that was that. But...that nickname...)
"...Eagle?"
Canti: She called you that because of how you pay attention to details. Eagle-eye, get it?
"Ah. Well, let's get back in the business of killing things, eh?"
(Canti brightened up, then.)
Canti: Sure.
(There were a few on Canti's flank, so he immediately dove and tackled them with his arms spread out wide. Their claws and teeth dug into him and he just didn't care as he shouted out another Juk Rom spell, knocking them out of whack and making them easily killable. That brough his number up to twenty-five now, and it looked as if there was really no end to these guys just yet, so he took a couple of them by the tails and...tied them together?!)
Canti: Heh heh heh.... Dragon-Chucks, yo!
(You take a pair of long-tailed dragons and you tie them together to get a take on an old internet comic reference. Canti leapt into a particularly-nasty fray and began to swing around the monsters that were helplessly caught in his grip. They roared and impacted hatchling after hatchling, the number of deaths going to thirty and then thirty-five. The 'chucks' died at thirty-eight, having belched out some flames in the process, so Canti had to improvise with the next twelve or so dragons.)
Canti: You think I care? You think you can stop me now? I was a hazard when I was just starting!
(Thunder Dance solved the problem, mostly, and soon Canti was sitting on a pile of dragon corpses...that he had to move around on his own in order to achieve the effect. The point was that he looked wicked-evil and cool as he waited for more to come his way...)
OOC: Dien will keep track of his own conversation-related kills.
PREVIOUS TALLY - 610
KILLED - 50
TOTAL TALLY - 560
"I don’t know. Could be, if it knows what it shouldn’t. Or..."
(A pause, then...)
"One person’s mind?"
Canti: That's what I'm trying to find out.
(For a moment, Canti's attention shifted ever so slightly to Nall as he spoke with Nighthand and then went back to killing properly. Were they talking of the Hub, their great unknown watcher, or just shooting the breeze? He didn't know, but he might've cared if it was important enough. Anyway, Canti had his own concerns at the moment. The Twin Blade had again donned his Phantom Blades as he remained nearby Senna, mostly because he just needed to have his back watched and watch someone's back while he waited...)
FFFZZINNG!! FFFZZINNG!!
(What was he waiting for, as he slew two dragons, razor-style? Just one thing... He wanted to speak to Dien, who was always something of an educated mind on matters of the subtle and investigative. He paid close attention to the small details, picking things up. Canti wanted to pool his resources, his thoughts, with the Blademaster in the hopes of coming to some conclusion. More than that, he had to get one or two of his hunches out of the way. Somehow...he had to find out for sure about this Marionette. The problem was that Dien didn't seem to respond. Huh. That was odd... Canti then watched as a veritable dragon-flood came his way. Ten at once, with a lead bastard drecting the flow.)
Canti: Think you're clever, shit-kicker? Not likely!
(He switched to Fuse Blades while jumping up at them directly, kicking into the face of the 'leader', throwing them into confusion as he activated Thunder Dance. Lightning-charged claws flew about in a flurry of motion, zapping and ripping apart like Wolverine through butter. In short, it made a great mess as it threw and tossed carcasses here and there and everywhere. That was fourteen in these last few moments. Not bad... The whole "no survivors" deal was kick-ass as long as it meant the enemy. He looked back as Senna Double-Sweeped a number of the monsters herself. Seemed like they were giving her a little trouble, so he volunteered a Juk Rom to the NEXT group of dragons that came her way, throwing them around for a wounding amount of damage. Well...one fell into the lava, so that was death right there. Ummm...whoops? Well, no. Not really. Heh heh heh... Anyway, Canti backhanded a nearby reptilian interloper as a couple of his friends came to spit fire at him. The first of the three was stuck in his right Fuse Blade. The fire did little to damage him.)
Canti: I know what you're feeling. You're feeling that useless feeling of weakness because you're handling something way out of your league.
(He opened the neck of the dragon he was holding.)
Canti: Well, if you want me bad enough, you'll have to do what I did and improvise. Otherwise, it's time to die!
(He threw the dead dragon fledgeling at the other two, then followed through with much claw-filled stabbing as more blood poured from their bodies than seemed possible. Canti stepped back and took a breather. What was taking Dien so long, huh? He didn't look busy right now. Then, as he saw that the Blademaster was heading his way, he gave him about as dark and annoyed a look as his black eyes could give him.)
Canti: What took you?
"Sorry, I've been having issues with my flashmail system since being infected - I just got your message. What's up?"
(The Twin Blade impaled a dragon hatchling suddenly, then threw it over his head while stabbing it dead with the other clawed weapon. Between the killings, he seemed aggravated by something that wasn't Dien, something more to do with what was on his mind...)
Canti: When you talk to Marionette, does he say things that only you or me should know? Stuff that isn't common knowledge?
(Dien had to think on that one for a moment, giving Canti a chance to kill dragon #20 by sticking his whole arm down its flame-spitting throat and ruining its insides, then clobbering #21 with the carcass until it stopped moving. It was no easy question that the Twin Blade posed, so it took him a bit to find an answer.)
"No, I haven't gotten anything from him that he shouldn't have known, save for some proof that it's been watching us for a while - like, since before Nall saved us from Suraisu."
(That produced a cold shiver down Canti's spine, and Dien would note the shock in Canti's eyes, even though they were like holes to nothingness. That the Marionette reached back that far made him wonder, made him worry...)
Canti: Well...I disagree. He knows things, things that I haven't said to anyone, except for maybe a few, and that was only a vague impression. "Ye of Psychosis", he called me... Even you didn't know about that.
(Ye of Psychosis' meant that the Puppetmaster knew the very depths of Canti's being, that he was seeing things in The World in ways that were totally unlike anyone else's perceptions, these strange head-trips where he saw things that had more symbolic meaning than anything else. They were real enough, but confined solely to him. The rest of them, not even Dien or Zhao, would know that he'd been seeing things, that he'd been in the company of the fox ever since the tower... Yet, Marionette knew... Why?)
"Yeah, it didn't seem to make too much sense. Still he called me, 'yE oF paiN,' which I guess references my first experience in the virus, but I haven't seen anything from that since the hideout."
(Dien paused to deal with his own straggler in this mess. Then...)
"I dunno, I'm gonna try to not worry about it too much. He told us to find him, and I'm willing to bet he's down the stairs in that central room, so we just have to keep doing what we've been doing."
Canti: Yeah...I guess...but...
(This conversation seemed to darken Canti's mood. It was not anger that fueled him, though he appeared to be somewhat agitated. It was about time he spoke his peace on the matter, to get it out before the thought ate him alive.)
Canti: I think I know who he is, and why he knows so much.
(Dien paused, then...)
"...care to enlighten me?"
(The dark Twin Blade looked around, his eyes going slightly apologetic in Senna's direction as he says, "Go to private chat.", referring to person-to-person stuff, in order to prevent anyone but the two of them from hearing this.)
"Very well."
(The Blademaster's eyes changed as Canti's display became different. The World was a big darker, yet Dien remained in normal focus at this time.)
"Well, what's up?"
Canti: ...Did you ever find out from Nall whether he killed him or not?
(He knew of whom Canti spoke of. There was only one man that Nall had fought that was of any importance to them here. The master of lightning, the Bladed Devil of the dark tower, their host and guide, Suraisu.)
"No, I didn't. I think it's safe to assume he's dead, though. I dunno, I'll ask Nall about it in a bit and let you know what I find out."
Canti: I asked before, but I didn't get an answer, maybe 'cause Zan needed some help. Listen, Dien... If he didn't die and he's out there, then we got problems, because I'm not sure we want him dead.
(That got an immediate reaction. Thank god for the private chat, because Dien was furious and there was no way Canti wanted anyone else to hear this.)
"Why wouldn't we want him dead? He tried to kill us and make us slaves of the Elites. He lied to us several times, led us on a quest only to have to fight him in the very end. If Nall hadn't shown up, we'd all be toast, and not just that, but I'm convinced we'd have been shredded to Twilight infection. Hell, we'd probably be Elite slaves right about now, if it weren't for Nall's intervention. I trust that he's dead, and if he's not then I doubt he'd take the form of a mailer daemon."
(He paused only to look over his shoulders, making sure nobody was sneaking up on him. Canti did the same, finding nothing. They resumed after a moment.)
"Besides, what makes you think it's him, anyway?"
(That was the thing about this whole issue. From the very beginning, Canti had suspected that Suraisu was up to something. His talk of the Elites and such had been...less-than-convincing, so the Twin Blade knew as well as the Blademaster that he was not telling the whole story. However, there were other things about the man. When Canti had noticed how things in the tower were effecting them personally, and not just as a game would, it became a concern that had weighed heavily on Canti's mind and he had spoken to Suraisu on a one-on-one basis about at the very top of the tower before descending into hell. There was a grim look in Canti's eye as he thought of how the man spoke.)
Canti: I don't think he was totally committed to the Elite cause, and as for what made me think so...
(His eyes shifted to look directly at Dien, perhaps straight into his soul with a look that was without humor or jest. It was all serious.)
Canti: Only Suraisu knew what was happening to my mind.
"Yeah..."
(At the moment, that was all Dien could say as he retreated into his own thoughts. Canti was right about that much. As much as it freaked him out that Marionette could be some kind of mind-reader, it was equally-possible that a lightning-charged hacker-boy was out there, using their secrets to lead them along. How much did he tell Suraisu? He'd confided in him about what was happening to them all here, even himself. It was all possible, and quite disturbing. How might the fox react to having been found so easily, assuming she exists? Canti didn't like people poking into his brains. He was disturbed enough as is.)
"I guess we'll find out soon enough. Friend or foe, I'm not a fan of having my every move watched. If it is Suraisu, or as our messenger calls him, 'thE bladeS,' then I would like to see him one last time if only to just smack him in the face."
Canti: Yeah...keep and eye out...Eagle.
(He dissolved the chat, then, feeling unusually calm for some reason. Perhaps he just felt better to get that out in the open, so he wouldn't have to worry later what others might have thought. He didn't believe that Suraisu had been totally evil, and that was that. But...that nickname...)
"...Eagle?"
Canti: She called you that because of how you pay attention to details. Eagle-eye, get it?
"Ah. Well, let's get back in the business of killing things, eh?"
(Canti brightened up, then.)
Canti: Sure.
(There were a few on Canti's flank, so he immediately dove and tackled them with his arms spread out wide. Their claws and teeth dug into him and he just didn't care as he shouted out another Juk Rom spell, knocking them out of whack and making them easily killable. That brough his number up to twenty-five now, and it looked as if there was really no end to these guys just yet, so he took a couple of them by the tails and...tied them together?!)
Canti: Heh heh heh.... Dragon-Chucks, yo!
(You take a pair of long-tailed dragons and you tie them together to get a take on an old internet comic reference. Canti leapt into a particularly-nasty fray and began to swing around the monsters that were helplessly caught in his grip. They roared and impacted hatchling after hatchling, the number of deaths going to thirty and then thirty-five. The 'chucks' died at thirty-eight, having belched out some flames in the process, so Canti had to improvise with the next twelve or so dragons.)
Canti: You think I care? You think you can stop me now? I was a hazard when I was just starting!
(Thunder Dance solved the problem, mostly, and soon Canti was sitting on a pile of dragon corpses...that he had to move around on his own in order to achieve the effect. The point was that he looked wicked-evil and cool as he waited for more to come his way...)
OOC: Dien will keep track of his own conversation-related kills.
PREVIOUS TALLY - 610
KILLED - 50
TOTAL TALLY - 560
I'll have a doozy of a sig later, I swear. It'll reflect ".hack//CODE" an' everything.
Hey look! A profile! It's got items and stats and things! Cool! If it isn't fully up to date, it will be, so don't worry 'bout it.
Hey look! A profile! It's got items and stats and things! Cool! If it isn't fully up to date, it will be, so don't worry 'bout it.
Though Zan was far from being exhausted, it was obvious that he was growing wary from the continued effort that the battle required. The Elites were foolish to believe that something like a swarm of a few thousand hatchlings would do them in. That or maybe, just maybe, they were trying to simply wear intruders down until they had little drive left to find the hub? Zan wasn't sure, and he didn't necessarily care, but he did want to end this as soon as possible and the quickest way to accomplish such a feat seemed to be by simply fighting on. The hack-and-slash aspect of it was becoming nauseating, but it had to be done. No one else around him seemed too entirely thrilled by what it is that all knew they must do, but they continued on just the same. It was in that way, for that reason, that the lycanthrope kept fighting. All of it may have seemed trivial at the moment, but it was heading them towards an actual goal. Unlike most of the time when the Freedom Fighters simply wandered after Elites and seemed to just hope things worked out, what they were doing then was an actual plan.
Hefting his Life Sword through the air, the edge of it whistling, he cleaved down a few short of ten. Their bodies twitched with the last few moments of their programs coming to an end before all that was left was slowly evaporating code. Turning around to face Dien, the Heavy Blade cleared his companion of an approaching swarm of another ten of the bastards and offered the Blademaster a friendly smile before swerving around on his feet and chopping down ten more. Though they definitely seemed significantly less in number, they still were able to continuously fill in gaps that any of the Freedom Fighters would create. It was because of that that Zan's patience was beginning to fade. If they just could show some sign that their momentum was lessening, things would be easier. Things would be simpler. It was then that the lycanthrope realized another use of this room to the Elites; agitation. If the head honchos could rile up any intruders to the point of irrationality then they'd have even more of an edge (not they necessarily needed one, but they seemed greedy enough to take it just the same).
As he fell another handful with his favored MeRue Rom, Zan's mind fell upon another. Here he was, fighting to prevent a few damn Flashmails from being sent out (and tapping into them, blah blah blah) when someone was being starved to death in the real world. Such a thought made the mass of flapping wings seem smaller, less important. Sadly, as much as the lycanthrope wanted to escape it all, escape them and their objectives, he owed as much to the Freedom Fighters as he did to Lowen. Having no current way to get to her, he used his time helping those he could with the mounting hope that Dien would come through and find him a temporary pass out of digital Hell. Even if Dien himself couldn't manage it he had a relatively brilliant AI that was probably working just as hard to find it out. For him. Laughter fell from his lips then as he stopped another small swarm with some acrobatics and the call of an earthen physical skill. Zan found it funny, if only in an odd way, that someone he had known for a lot less than Nighthand or Hijinx would actually be someone he valued more than the other two combined and doubled over. It wasn't simply his usefulness, and he was so very useful, but the time he took aside to view the scope of other peoples' problems aside from his own. Not many, especially those in the Freedom Fighters, seemed to be able to do that nowadays.
Gratitude was cut short with the dig of claws into his back, fiery pain burning lines into his skin and spilling blood as thick as the air around them. Biting back a cry, Zan simply hid in the eye of a MeRue Rom storm and removed not only the beast on his back but those it had called to join the party. With their numbers withering, the fledgling tactics seemed to be switching to 'take out as many as possible before we all die.' Thus, the fact that twenty or thirty had collided in when only one had kept the lycanthrope in place was not surprising. It was a dent, but no more than anything anyone else around him was doing. Level seemed like such a minor thing in the situation they were in and Zan didn't find it shocking that the lower leveled players like Canti were killing almost as many, if not more, than an elevated player like Rayo. They weren't hard to kill for any of them and, because of that, strategy seemed to play into it more than power. Zan could only hope that his own tactics would provide what needed providing while the others accomplished the same thing. Again, such a trivial and gratingly pointless analysis, but Zan couldn't help but make it.
With half of his SP back to him, Zan let off an Ol Repth on Rayo and the other on Nighthand, giving the 400 HP healing spell some bigger bodies to fill. Though the others might begin to fall around him, at least some of the stronger ones would be left to finish the job. That's what it was really about, wasn't it? Getting it done, getting it over with so that they could move on to whatever the Rue room had in store before finally swinging around to what was hopefully the end of this particular mission. Perhaps that was too easy, but Zan couldn't really bring himself to care at that moment. The quicker he got out and contacted Lowen about his illness, the quicker and more effectively he could be helping his friends once again. In the end, for him, it was all just killing time until Dien found out what he was asked to and Zan woke up. It wouldn't be permanent, Twilight didn't seem to ever allow that, but it would hopefully give all the time he needed to find Lowen, swoop her up, and make sure things are in place for her survival before he was taken back to the cage of The World for the umpteenth time.
For a third time, Zan awaited a head-dive group and used their own poor formation and building kinetics to skewer them and coat his sword in their bodies. It wasn't long before their data would disappear all together and, nostalgically dipping them in a vat of magma, he shook six of them off one by one into the direction of the clusters he found. Some would only take out another five as their magma-oozing forms would splash, others much more, but the numbers that writhed and gasped before their deaths was satisfying. One couldn't hope to do much more than kill and, eventually, the killing would be able to stop. They'd have another breather when they got out (hopefully, anyway) and they'd be fit to face the last room. For the most part, as many had pointed out, the difficulty going from room to room was an increasing ordeal. Would the Rue Room attempt to thwart them with numbers again or would it be something that had difficulty in a more literal and less annoyingly agonizing sense? Zan could only wait and, cleaning the blood off of his sword by running the six-foot blade along the bottom of his coat, he didn't seem to mind. They were close and that was what had come to matter.
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Killed in Post: 146
Total Before: 560
Total Now: 414
Hefting his Life Sword through the air, the edge of it whistling, he cleaved down a few short of ten. Their bodies twitched with the last few moments of their programs coming to an end before all that was left was slowly evaporating code. Turning around to face Dien, the Heavy Blade cleared his companion of an approaching swarm of another ten of the bastards and offered the Blademaster a friendly smile before swerving around on his feet and chopping down ten more. Though they definitely seemed significantly less in number, they still were able to continuously fill in gaps that any of the Freedom Fighters would create. It was because of that that Zan's patience was beginning to fade. If they just could show some sign that their momentum was lessening, things would be easier. Things would be simpler. It was then that the lycanthrope realized another use of this room to the Elites; agitation. If the head honchos could rile up any intruders to the point of irrationality then they'd have even more of an edge (not they necessarily needed one, but they seemed greedy enough to take it just the same).
As he fell another handful with his favored MeRue Rom, Zan's mind fell upon another. Here he was, fighting to prevent a few damn Flashmails from being sent out (and tapping into them, blah blah blah) when someone was being starved to death in the real world. Such a thought made the mass of flapping wings seem smaller, less important. Sadly, as much as the lycanthrope wanted to escape it all, escape them and their objectives, he owed as much to the Freedom Fighters as he did to Lowen. Having no current way to get to her, he used his time helping those he could with the mounting hope that Dien would come through and find him a temporary pass out of digital Hell. Even if Dien himself couldn't manage it he had a relatively brilliant AI that was probably working just as hard to find it out. For him. Laughter fell from his lips then as he stopped another small swarm with some acrobatics and the call of an earthen physical skill. Zan found it funny, if only in an odd way, that someone he had known for a lot less than Nighthand or Hijinx would actually be someone he valued more than the other two combined and doubled over. It wasn't simply his usefulness, and he was so very useful, but the time he took aside to view the scope of other peoples' problems aside from his own. Not many, especially those in the Freedom Fighters, seemed to be able to do that nowadays.
Gratitude was cut short with the dig of claws into his back, fiery pain burning lines into his skin and spilling blood as thick as the air around them. Biting back a cry, Zan simply hid in the eye of a MeRue Rom storm and removed not only the beast on his back but those it had called to join the party. With their numbers withering, the fledgling tactics seemed to be switching to 'take out as many as possible before we all die.' Thus, the fact that twenty or thirty had collided in when only one had kept the lycanthrope in place was not surprising. It was a dent, but no more than anything anyone else around him was doing. Level seemed like such a minor thing in the situation they were in and Zan didn't find it shocking that the lower leveled players like Canti were killing almost as many, if not more, than an elevated player like Rayo. They weren't hard to kill for any of them and, because of that, strategy seemed to play into it more than power. Zan could only hope that his own tactics would provide what needed providing while the others accomplished the same thing. Again, such a trivial and gratingly pointless analysis, but Zan couldn't help but make it.
With half of his SP back to him, Zan let off an Ol Repth on Rayo and the other on Nighthand, giving the 400 HP healing spell some bigger bodies to fill. Though the others might begin to fall around him, at least some of the stronger ones would be left to finish the job. That's what it was really about, wasn't it? Getting it done, getting it over with so that they could move on to whatever the Rue room had in store before finally swinging around to what was hopefully the end of this particular mission. Perhaps that was too easy, but Zan couldn't really bring himself to care at that moment. The quicker he got out and contacted Lowen about his illness, the quicker and more effectively he could be helping his friends once again. In the end, for him, it was all just killing time until Dien found out what he was asked to and Zan woke up. It wouldn't be permanent, Twilight didn't seem to ever allow that, but it would hopefully give all the time he needed to find Lowen, swoop her up, and make sure things are in place for her survival before he was taken back to the cage of The World for the umpteenth time.
For a third time, Zan awaited a head-dive group and used their own poor formation and building kinetics to skewer them and coat his sword in their bodies. It wasn't long before their data would disappear all together and, nostalgically dipping them in a vat of magma, he shook six of them off one by one into the direction of the clusters he found. Some would only take out another five as their magma-oozing forms would splash, others much more, but the numbers that writhed and gasped before their deaths was satisfying. One couldn't hope to do much more than kill and, eventually, the killing would be able to stop. They'd have another breather when they got out (hopefully, anyway) and they'd be fit to face the last room. For the most part, as many had pointed out, the difficulty going from room to room was an increasing ordeal. Would the Rue Room attempt to thwart them with numbers again or would it be something that had difficulty in a more literal and less annoyingly agonizing sense? Zan could only wait and, cleaning the blood off of his sword by running the six-foot blade along the bottom of his coat, he didn't seem to mind. They were close and that was what had come to matter.
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Killed in Post: 146
Total Before: 560
Total Now: 414
Lv. 50 Heavy Blade
Wishlist
Special: Levels, GR Sendai, PL Sakai, Darklore.
W: Tonosama Sword, Mineuchi, Jundachi.
A: Samurai Helm, Able Hands, Rare Greaves.
I: Holy Sap, Treebane, Cooked Bile, Nightbane.
EX: Elemental Summon (Lv. 2), Overdrive (Lv.1), Elemental Attacks (Lv. 2), Enhance Dark, Elemental Breath (Lv. 2).
Wishlist
Special: Levels, GR Sendai, PL Sakai, Darklore.
W: Tonosama Sword, Mineuchi, Jundachi.
A: Samurai Helm, Able Hands, Rare Greaves.
I: Holy Sap, Treebane, Cooked Bile, Nightbane.
EX: Elemental Summon (Lv. 2), Overdrive (Lv.1), Elemental Attacks (Lv. 2), Enhance Dark, Elemental Breath (Lv. 2).
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Nighthand
- Master of Games
- Posts: 1265
- Joined: Mon Mar 31, 2003 9:23 pm
- Class: Bladesmage
- Location: ...Tracking...please wait...
Nighthand had not stopped fighting for very long, but he had decided it was time to change his tactics. While killing dragons, each and every one of them by hand, was viscerally exciting... It wasn't doing the job quick enough. And, after all, he hadn't bought dozens of scrolls to let them go to waste.
Oddly enough, the scrolls he chose to pull out of his cloak weren't ones he had just recently bought. No, they had been obtained longer ago, over the course of weeks in obsession with the powers of Darkness. Dark Night, to most people, might not seem like the most powerful of spells. But in the hands of Nighthand, they could be fearsome indeed.
Drawing a pair of the scrolls from his cloak, he activated them one after another. The first one he caught and held (13+1), and soon did the same to the second; though it was a little more slippery in his grasp (11+1). A string of threats and insults ran through the back of his mind, barraging Xenobia for all the trouble she had caused. The Elite, having screwed up his powers, had since essentially disappeared. She hadn't really even done much aside from the attack on Mac Anu.
That didn't bode well for any of them. Xenobia, given time to think and plan, was a vicious foe. Who knew if she would make another Taimudan, and send it for some other town? Would they even be able to kill it again?
Judging that his scrolls had held long enough, he released them into the crowds of dragons. Two great holes of blackness opened up in the ground, from each one rising a horrid form; hands the size of trees, covered in dripping black tar, tipped with claws fit to rend the heavens. Clenching around the scaled forms, they squeezed, then lowered into the earth once more. The holes of darkness disappeared, taking the hands and any remnants of the dragon hatchlings with them.
Deciding not to use a scroll next, and to push himself to do more, he called on a skill a piece of his armor held; Rai Rom. He didn't have to use up a scroll to cast the spell, though he had plenty of scrolls. This, too, he caught and held back. The spell's energy fought with him, tried to escape, but he kept a hold on it. Barely (15-1). He held it in place and forced more energy into it, pumping up the spell as much as he could in the short time before it forced itself out of his grasp. Then he released it.
A tornado sprung up, made of plasma and scorched air, swirling in place. Nighthand, having become a threat and attracting dragons, lured them into the path of the spell. They may have been numerous, but they didn't have the wit to avoid their death. Or perhaps they simply didn't realize they were walking into a spell. Whatever the case, a number more died in the torrent before it settled down and faded away. The spell may not have been as impressive as what Rayo could pull out, but it was certainly enough.
By now, more dragons had converged on him from other sides. His sword flashed out, cleaving one from the air, shattering the wings of another. A third fell to a kick and thrust, another from the flat of the blade whirling and striking it into the air. Nighthand became a deadly dance of blade and fury, not using skills or spells, just killing the monsters that came near.
Soon enough there was distance between him and the nearest, more than in they typical mosh pit at least. Time to return to the magical assault. Digging through his items, he spotted one he hadn't used in a while: A Hermit's Blood. He used the substance on himself, and the symbols appeared, telling him he had increased magical attack. He could feel it, too; an increase in clarity, a tighter grip on the ethereal energies that made up the spells.
Not wanting to miss the sudden opportunity, he whipped out another scroll; the same as before, a Dark Night. The area-effect raise spell was powerful. Raise costs more SP than the others, due to it's strength and potential. Potential that Nighthand immediately latched on to.
Activating the scroll, he latched onto it with an iron grip that surprised even himself. He hadn't felt a spell behave this way in a long time. It had been a while since his spell controls had acted as though there was no resistance, that the taint on them hadn't been placed. (20+1+1)
Seizing the opportunity, he forced as much energy into the spell as he could. Not let it trickle in with a bit of pressure, as he usually did; open up a torrent. Power poured into the spell, and he held it until it was bloated, gorged on the energy that would soon translate into the spell. Then... he let it go.
Darkness welled up from the ground where the spell began, and soon boiled over to cover most of the floor. The room seemed to darken, the vicious heat giving way to the chill of the grave. The same two hands as before rose up, gripping the edges of the pit and smashing dragons as they did so. They pulled up the massive body of some demonic figure, the form of which was completely shrouded in black clouds, swirling purple energy, and shards of shredded dragon. Horrid purple-black eyes glared from the cloud.
Now stationary, the arms released the edges of the pit and swung around. Dragons died where they touched them. Nighthand didn't worry about being hit, any more than he worried about falling in the pit. The spell wasn't tangible to him, or the others on his side; only the dragons were effected.
Finishing off the spell, which was far from it's greatest potential but still rather powerful, the beast sank back into the ground, sending up a wave of darkness as if it was water. Once it subsided, the dragon population was significantly reduced, though not gone entirely. There was still some fight ahead of them.
Unfortunately, the spell had taken long enough to complete that the blood had worn off already. No matter; he had done enough for now. Time to take a rest while the others finished up.
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I'll post either next Thursday, or once the quota is finished, whichever comes first.
Prior count: 414
Number killed: 232
Number Remaining: 182
Oddly enough, the scrolls he chose to pull out of his cloak weren't ones he had just recently bought. No, they had been obtained longer ago, over the course of weeks in obsession with the powers of Darkness. Dark Night, to most people, might not seem like the most powerful of spells. But in the hands of Nighthand, they could be fearsome indeed.
Drawing a pair of the scrolls from his cloak, he activated them one after another. The first one he caught and held (13+1), and soon did the same to the second; though it was a little more slippery in his grasp (11+1). A string of threats and insults ran through the back of his mind, barraging Xenobia for all the trouble she had caused. The Elite, having screwed up his powers, had since essentially disappeared. She hadn't really even done much aside from the attack on Mac Anu.
That didn't bode well for any of them. Xenobia, given time to think and plan, was a vicious foe. Who knew if she would make another Taimudan, and send it for some other town? Would they even be able to kill it again?
Judging that his scrolls had held long enough, he released them into the crowds of dragons. Two great holes of blackness opened up in the ground, from each one rising a horrid form; hands the size of trees, covered in dripping black tar, tipped with claws fit to rend the heavens. Clenching around the scaled forms, they squeezed, then lowered into the earth once more. The holes of darkness disappeared, taking the hands and any remnants of the dragon hatchlings with them.
Deciding not to use a scroll next, and to push himself to do more, he called on a skill a piece of his armor held; Rai Rom. He didn't have to use up a scroll to cast the spell, though he had plenty of scrolls. This, too, he caught and held back. The spell's energy fought with him, tried to escape, but he kept a hold on it. Barely (15-1). He held it in place and forced more energy into it, pumping up the spell as much as he could in the short time before it forced itself out of his grasp. Then he released it.
A tornado sprung up, made of plasma and scorched air, swirling in place. Nighthand, having become a threat and attracting dragons, lured them into the path of the spell. They may have been numerous, but they didn't have the wit to avoid their death. Or perhaps they simply didn't realize they were walking into a spell. Whatever the case, a number more died in the torrent before it settled down and faded away. The spell may not have been as impressive as what Rayo could pull out, but it was certainly enough.
By now, more dragons had converged on him from other sides. His sword flashed out, cleaving one from the air, shattering the wings of another. A third fell to a kick and thrust, another from the flat of the blade whirling and striking it into the air. Nighthand became a deadly dance of blade and fury, not using skills or spells, just killing the monsters that came near.
Soon enough there was distance between him and the nearest, more than in they typical mosh pit at least. Time to return to the magical assault. Digging through his items, he spotted one he hadn't used in a while: A Hermit's Blood. He used the substance on himself, and the symbols appeared, telling him he had increased magical attack. He could feel it, too; an increase in clarity, a tighter grip on the ethereal energies that made up the spells.
Not wanting to miss the sudden opportunity, he whipped out another scroll; the same as before, a Dark Night. The area-effect raise spell was powerful. Raise costs more SP than the others, due to it's strength and potential. Potential that Nighthand immediately latched on to.
Activating the scroll, he latched onto it with an iron grip that surprised even himself. He hadn't felt a spell behave this way in a long time. It had been a while since his spell controls had acted as though there was no resistance, that the taint on them hadn't been placed. (20+1+1)
Seizing the opportunity, he forced as much energy into the spell as he could. Not let it trickle in with a bit of pressure, as he usually did; open up a torrent. Power poured into the spell, and he held it until it was bloated, gorged on the energy that would soon translate into the spell. Then... he let it go.
Darkness welled up from the ground where the spell began, and soon boiled over to cover most of the floor. The room seemed to darken, the vicious heat giving way to the chill of the grave. The same two hands as before rose up, gripping the edges of the pit and smashing dragons as they did so. They pulled up the massive body of some demonic figure, the form of which was completely shrouded in black clouds, swirling purple energy, and shards of shredded dragon. Horrid purple-black eyes glared from the cloud.
Now stationary, the arms released the edges of the pit and swung around. Dragons died where they touched them. Nighthand didn't worry about being hit, any more than he worried about falling in the pit. The spell wasn't tangible to him, or the others on his side; only the dragons were effected.
Finishing off the spell, which was far from it's greatest potential but still rather powerful, the beast sank back into the ground, sending up a wave of darkness as if it was water. Once it subsided, the dragon population was significantly reduced, though not gone entirely. There was still some fight ahead of them.
Unfortunately, the spell had taken long enough to complete that the blood had worn off already. No matter; he had done enough for now. Time to take a rest while the others finished up.
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I'll post either next Thursday, or once the quota is finished, whichever comes first.
Prior count: 414
Number killed: 232
Number Remaining: 182
Wishlist: Any Armor or Weapons under level 50, Any Scrolls (prefer level 2+)
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Phoenix512
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 304
- Joined: Thu Nov 13, 2003 10:42 pm
Phoenix switched his Fishing Gloves with the Fossil Bracer to use its Gan Rom spell to destroy more of the small dragons before going back into the horde. He fired a Gan Rom spell at the front of the dragons which served as a distraction for him as he went towards right of the spell. Suzaku spew a fire breath at the other side of the Gan Rom spell while Phoenix initialize another Revolver attack at the group of dragons. By the combined attacks, he and his guardian managed to take down thirty dragons as they were burned, pummeled, or cut apart by them.
This is getting boring now. Let’s make it somewhat interesting now. Phoenix sheathed his sword and used his gravity powers to immobilized one of the small dragons. Then he cast a Gan Rom spell to isolate the dragon and protect himself from the other dragons. Using the cover of the spell, he went behind the dragon and grabs its tail. Phoenix reduced the gravity of the dragon to half of its normal and began to swing the dragon around. He was using the dragon as a blunt Revolver type attack which he was enjoying using it as a way to deal damage to other dragons.
After spinning around along with the pain from messing around with the small dragon’s gravity, Phoenix threw the dragon into a crowd of dragons which knocked them all to the ground. He cast another Gan Rom spell at the fallen dragons which managed to kill them all as they were pummeled by a fury of rocks. After the attack, he managed to come up with an idea to kill many dragons at once. Suzaku, come to my shoulder and hold on very tightly.
The bird quickly stopped its attack on the dragons and went towards its master. It flew onto Phoenix’s shoulder and dig its talons into his shoulders. He took the pain of the guardian’s talons into his shoulder as he was used to the pain of the gravity. Now Suzaku, use your fire breath while I use Revolver to create a whirlwind to strike all the dragons at once.
Phoenix and Suzaku executed the Revolver and fire breath to create a fiery whirlwind. The attack spread the fire out in all directions and burned any dragons that were in range. They did not realize that the attack would be that powerful as it killed off the remaining dragons. Suzaku was exhaustive from the constant fire breath attacks and decided to return into her necklace form and recover for the Rue room. Phoenix hoped that nothing else would happen as they just got rid of a bunch of small baby dragons but he knows better. He was worry about the dragon statue that the item they wanted was in. He was afraid that it could turn into an actual dragon and caused havoc. He was not sure about the current condition of the party but he can still fight at close to full strength. Phoenix still had his sword out ready for anything.
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Previous: 182
Killed: 182
Remaining: 0
This is getting boring now. Let’s make it somewhat interesting now. Phoenix sheathed his sword and used his gravity powers to immobilized one of the small dragons. Then he cast a Gan Rom spell to isolate the dragon and protect himself from the other dragons. Using the cover of the spell, he went behind the dragon and grabs its tail. Phoenix reduced the gravity of the dragon to half of its normal and began to swing the dragon around. He was using the dragon as a blunt Revolver type attack which he was enjoying using it as a way to deal damage to other dragons.
After spinning around along with the pain from messing around with the small dragon’s gravity, Phoenix threw the dragon into a crowd of dragons which knocked them all to the ground. He cast another Gan Rom spell at the fallen dragons which managed to kill them all as they were pummeled by a fury of rocks. After the attack, he managed to come up with an idea to kill many dragons at once. Suzaku, come to my shoulder and hold on very tightly.
The bird quickly stopped its attack on the dragons and went towards its master. It flew onto Phoenix’s shoulder and dig its talons into his shoulders. He took the pain of the guardian’s talons into his shoulder as he was used to the pain of the gravity. Now Suzaku, use your fire breath while I use Revolver to create a whirlwind to strike all the dragons at once.
Phoenix and Suzaku executed the Revolver and fire breath to create a fiery whirlwind. The attack spread the fire out in all directions and burned any dragons that were in range. They did not realize that the attack would be that powerful as it killed off the remaining dragons. Suzaku was exhaustive from the constant fire breath attacks and decided to return into her necklace form and recover for the Rue room. Phoenix hoped that nothing else would happen as they just got rid of a bunch of small baby dragons but he knows better. He was worry about the dragon statue that the item they wanted was in. He was afraid that it could turn into an actual dragon and caused havoc. He was not sure about the current condition of the party but he can still fight at close to full strength. Phoenix still had his sword out ready for anything.
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Previous: 182
Killed: 182
Remaining: 0
Phoenix
Level 48 Blademaster
Equipped Skills: Vak Revolver, Gan Revolver, Dek Vorv, La Repth, Juk Kruz, Rue Kruz, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot
Other Skills: Rue Kruz, Rip Synk, Rip Saem, Crack Beat, Rue Slash, Ani Slash, Gan Crack, Gan Revolver
Wish List: Phoenix's Fire, Gold Necklace
EX-Spheres: LV 3 - Overdrive, LV 3 - Curative, LV 3 - Elemental Breath
Level 48 Blademaster
Equipped Skills: Vak Revolver, Gan Revolver, Dek Vorv, La Repth, Juk Kruz, Rue Kruz, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot
Other Skills: Rue Kruz, Rip Synk, Rip Saem, Crack Beat, Rue Slash, Ani Slash, Gan Crack, Gan Revolver
Wish List: Phoenix's Fire, Gold Necklace
EX-Spheres: LV 3 - Overdrive, LV 3 - Curative, LV 3 - Elemental Breath
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Nighthand
- Master of Games
- Posts: 1265
- Joined: Mon Mar 31, 2003 9:23 pm
- Class: Bladesmage
- Location: ...Tracking...please wait...
(it had to be in the days i had the least time to write...)
Nighthand put up his blade, taking a breath and relaxing as Phoenix somehow managed to remove the remaining threat. He surveyed the room, moving around slowly, checking to see if there was anything else. All the eggs appeared to have been hatched. He approached the statue again, but there was apparently no way to open it.
He looked the edifice over, circling it warily. He could feel the heat emanating from it; he knew if he tried to touch it again, it would burn. How could he get it open? Too many options... The hackers liked this sort of puzzle too well.
Why don't you try something? Dek Vakz, to remove the heat? Rue spells, to quench the fire? Something to push the statue over without touching it, like a Gan spell?
Nighthand ignored the voice in his head, his blade hefted in his hands once again. He held it back over his shoulder, shifting himself to strength for a blow that would shock the cave.
Or you could, you know, just hit it with your sword. That might work too. came Silverblade's snide comment.
Before he could swing, however, something heavy impacted him from the side. He was tossed away, bouncing on the rocks and narrowly missing a lava pool. It took him a moment, before he realized what had happened and shifted himself back to normal stats. The downside of having no speed was a dulled reflex... He looked up, but before he could scramble to his feet, his assailant was on top of him.
Claws dug into limbs; biceps and thighs were pierced by wicked claws. Jaws snapped at him, only his writhing keeping them from making a snack out of his skull. Wings battered at him, keeping him disoriented and occasionally striking a blow of his own.
Nighthand kicked out, ignoring the pain of the claws wrenching out of his legs. He could take care of that later. He kicked the beast off of him, and was standing to finish it off, when what he saw gave him pause. A pause which his opponent took to signal its friends.
The Dragon Den Guard raised it's head to the sky and let off a draconic howl, gouts of flame accenting the noise. It was answered by a chorus of others, and from previously unseen holes high in the walls, the creatures poured. A living tide of scales and fire, the guards began to fill the room.
Taking the chance himself, Nighthand cast an Ol Repth to heal his wounds. Feeling somewhat better about himself, he hefted the blade over his head, and brought it crashing down on the first of the beasts, the one that still had his blood on it's claws. The beast's cry was silenced, it's body pulverized. The rest paid little heed, however, to the death of their fellow. They were trained for combat, more than the hatchlings had been.
Getting a good look at the monsters before he dove into battle, Nighthand started to observe their skills. At least, he would have, had Nall not taken the chance to speak up. Leave it to Nall to tell them all about their foes. As the blademaster spoke, Nighthand watched how they acted. Their red scales were a uniform red, almost looking painted. Their four legs were more developed than their younger counterparts, and a good portion of them were running around the room rather than flying.
"These are stronger than what we just fought, obviously. Higher HP, Higher defenses, higher attack. Not by much though; they're still rather weak. They can breathe fire, like their young, but they can also cast level one Vak skills."
Nall was right, as Nighthand soon became the target of one of those spells. The Vak Rom wasn't as powerful as the physical attacks had been, and Nighthand just took it, still waiting before he dove into the fight.
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Round two! Fight!
Stats:
Dragon Den Guard
HP 400
Defenses: middling (not as easy to kill one-hit for those that could on the previous monsters)
Elemental: Fire barely hurts them, water does more damage.
Speed: middling (faster on ground than their counterparts)
Attack: mid-high with physical and fire breath, low-mid with spells
Attacks: Claws, Teeth, Wings, Fire Breath, Vak Rom, Vak Kruz, Vak Don
Tactics: They work in small packs, of two-to-five, using their partners as distractions. Packs form and dissolve as the battle shifts, they don't have set partners. Zan's level and up can one-hit them still, but only on good solid hits; glancing blows it'd take two.
Extra stuff:
There are ten holes in the walls where they emerge from.
Each Round (week), more are added to the quota.
Starting Tally
500
My next post will be, probably, Thursday, unless no one else has posted or nothing significant was done. If I do post Thursday, it won't count as the week where more come in.
Nighthand put up his blade, taking a breath and relaxing as Phoenix somehow managed to remove the remaining threat. He surveyed the room, moving around slowly, checking to see if there was anything else. All the eggs appeared to have been hatched. He approached the statue again, but there was apparently no way to open it.
He looked the edifice over, circling it warily. He could feel the heat emanating from it; he knew if he tried to touch it again, it would burn. How could he get it open? Too many options... The hackers liked this sort of puzzle too well.
Why don't you try something? Dek Vakz, to remove the heat? Rue spells, to quench the fire? Something to push the statue over without touching it, like a Gan spell?
Nighthand ignored the voice in his head, his blade hefted in his hands once again. He held it back over his shoulder, shifting himself to strength for a blow that would shock the cave.
Or you could, you know, just hit it with your sword. That might work too. came Silverblade's snide comment.
Before he could swing, however, something heavy impacted him from the side. He was tossed away, bouncing on the rocks and narrowly missing a lava pool. It took him a moment, before he realized what had happened and shifted himself back to normal stats. The downside of having no speed was a dulled reflex... He looked up, but before he could scramble to his feet, his assailant was on top of him.
Claws dug into limbs; biceps and thighs were pierced by wicked claws. Jaws snapped at him, only his writhing keeping them from making a snack out of his skull. Wings battered at him, keeping him disoriented and occasionally striking a blow of his own.
Nighthand kicked out, ignoring the pain of the claws wrenching out of his legs. He could take care of that later. He kicked the beast off of him, and was standing to finish it off, when what he saw gave him pause. A pause which his opponent took to signal its friends.
The Dragon Den Guard raised it's head to the sky and let off a draconic howl, gouts of flame accenting the noise. It was answered by a chorus of others, and from previously unseen holes high in the walls, the creatures poured. A living tide of scales and fire, the guards began to fill the room.
Taking the chance himself, Nighthand cast an Ol Repth to heal his wounds. Feeling somewhat better about himself, he hefted the blade over his head, and brought it crashing down on the first of the beasts, the one that still had his blood on it's claws. The beast's cry was silenced, it's body pulverized. The rest paid little heed, however, to the death of their fellow. They were trained for combat, more than the hatchlings had been.
Getting a good look at the monsters before he dove into battle, Nighthand started to observe their skills. At least, he would have, had Nall not taken the chance to speak up. Leave it to Nall to tell them all about their foes. As the blademaster spoke, Nighthand watched how they acted. Their red scales were a uniform red, almost looking painted. Their four legs were more developed than their younger counterparts, and a good portion of them were running around the room rather than flying.
"These are stronger than what we just fought, obviously. Higher HP, Higher defenses, higher attack. Not by much though; they're still rather weak. They can breathe fire, like their young, but they can also cast level one Vak skills."
Nall was right, as Nighthand soon became the target of one of those spells. The Vak Rom wasn't as powerful as the physical attacks had been, and Nighthand just took it, still waiting before he dove into the fight.
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Round two! Fight!
Stats:
Dragon Den Guard
HP 400
Defenses: middling (not as easy to kill one-hit for those that could on the previous monsters)
Elemental: Fire barely hurts them, water does more damage.
Speed: middling (faster on ground than their counterparts)
Attack: mid-high with physical and fire breath, low-mid with spells
Attacks: Claws, Teeth, Wings, Fire Breath, Vak Rom, Vak Kruz, Vak Don
Tactics: They work in small packs, of two-to-five, using their partners as distractions. Packs form and dissolve as the battle shifts, they don't have set partners. Zan's level and up can one-hit them still, but only on good solid hits; glancing blows it'd take two.
Extra stuff:
There are ten holes in the walls where they emerge from.
Each Round (week), more are added to the quota.
Starting Tally
500
My next post will be, probably, Thursday, unless no one else has posted or nothing significant was done. If I do post Thursday, it won't count as the week where more come in.
Wishlist: Any Armor or Weapons under level 50, Any Scrolls (prefer level 2+)
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Lord Canti
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 300
- Joined: Sat May 13, 2006 3:58 pm
- Location: In da' plains of hell, natch.
(Finally, their horde of little dragon fledgelings were beginning to thin. It was taking them a long time because of all the god-damn eggs, but now... Now, things were really starting to get easier as Zan, Phoenix, and Nighthand began to systematically ruin the beasts in a massacre that went quicker and easier than any he could do on his own. Oh sure, he was doing alot of work himself, as were others that were closer to his level, but guys like Nighthand had a much easier time of it, having the power while Canti had to rely on cunning and technique to get the job done. Not a problem. It looked like they were almost done. That left only one thing to do while he waited. Leaning against a Stalagmite now, as his pile of dragon corpses had vanished, he composed a message.)
TO: Marionette
FROM: Canti
SUBJECT: The Blades.
I've been told that you've been watching for a long time, like since before I even got stuck in this game. Maybe that's why you know so much about me, maybe not. All I know is that you've been watching, and that you're not the other one. But if that's the case, then you know every word I spoke to our former guide, the one who guided us to the tower and then tried to kill us. I knew he wasn't on the level, of course, but there was something else. I wasn't convinced of his Elite mindset. It didn't feel genuine, which is why I gave Suraisu the benefit of the doubt. Still...I was wondering if you knew what really happened to him. Killed by Nall? Or did something else occur? I still have a bone to pick with The Blades.
(That being done, Canti noticed something... It was quiet. Well, quieter, anyway. Someone had gone and removed the last of their opposition. The last of the Dragon Hatchlings had croaked, with no more eggs in the room at all. The Twin Blade had listened carefully, past the lava flow and the steam hissing in the room. It was uncomfortably calm, and he didn't like that. A calm proceeded the storm, or so they say. Nighthand was now looking over the statue, the still-burning one that held their key inside. It was still inaccessable as far as anyone was concerned. Then, Canti heard something and his guard went up almost instantly. What was it...? A clambering sort of sound... It didn't feel right. In the hot air of this volcano room, the place where he should've felt most comfortable, Canti felt that something was wrong. But...what? A clamber, a scratching, a hiss... Oh hell, here we go again!)
Canti: Nighthand, look-
(BAM! Nighthand was struck from the side as he tried to force the statue open.)
Canti: -out. Oh man... If ever I needed a sweatdrop sign...
(He manifested one.)
Canti: Thank you.
(It had been as he feared. Like in Aliens, the facehuggers were down. So now, it was time for the soldiers, and maybe even Mama. That statue burned with its own sort of power. Oh well. Time to get fierce again. Nall warned them all about these monsters, the Dragon Den Guards. They were stronger, physically, and fire certainly didn't work on them as much. That was okay... Canti STILL didn't have any fire spells, dammit! In any case, the first few attacked without delay, trying to dogpile on top of him without warning. No way was that working out! The dark Twin Blade jumped out of the way, standing perfectly on top of a stalagmite, amidst several others that stood in a cluster. Holding his Bloody Twin, Canti readied himself, but got fire-breathed from behind instead.)
Canti: What the...?
(It didn't hurt all that much. It was among their weaker abilities, but still...he was attacked from behind by two others. He jumped right at the nearest one, grabbing onto its head with one arm and stabbing hard repeatedly into it with the other. The dagger's HP Drain ability more than made up for the fire-based damage as he depleted the dragon's own health. It tried to swung him free and its buddy snapped at him, but those efforts were two late. Canti leaped off of the dead one and the other followed. Then, right after he landed on a stalagmite, using his supremely excellent Twin Blade agility, he jumped straight up and flipped in mid-air as the other dragon attacked. His timing was perfect. It was just underneath as he came down on its back, slamming his weight into the monster's body...and into the stalagmite. There was a loud crunch sound and the sick sound of impalement through flesh. The dragon was hurt badly by this terrain-based attack, and Canti finished it with a final stab. Two down...and...)
Canti: Shit...
(He'd lost track of the three from before, but now there were FIVE coming right out of a hole in the wall closest to him. They immediately behaved like a pack and spread out to catch him from different sides. Two burned him with Vak spells while the other three attacked from different directions. The fire didn't really slow him down, but while ducking and dodging others, one slammed him into the ground, pinning him and trying to bite his head off. If it weren't for the fact that Canti had his knives jammed into its neck before it could do that, he'd be in serious trouble. It still struggled with him, though. Two of the others were moving in. The Twin Blade kicked off the dragon and then parried claw attacks with his knives, slashing their legs open. He twirled them, going into that Canti-Style Twin Blade Fighting Style, the Deadly Playful Twist. The one with throat damage was on him next and Canti saw it coming, slamming both daggers down on its face and using that to pole-vault into the air. He drained it and killed it, then landed as the two others attacked. His back was turned, but he still saw it coming, or felt it... Either way, the Twin Blade turned and leapt over claws to get at sides, sliced and then twisted, to open up those scales, letting the blood flow. After he and they landed, Juk Rom was cast before they could wander off, catching them and another one that had come by while the other two ran off. Fair enough. Those two died soon after and Canti jumped onto the next one's back and tore open the wings, forcing the dragon guard to jump around like a bucking bronco, the Twin Blade trying to stay on backwards, falling off and grabbing the tail. With effort, he pulled it to a stop, noticing that he'd gone halfway across the room to a lava pool and...numerous other guests.)
Canti: Ah ha ha... You're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing to him. Uhhh...Juk Rom!
(He casted and jumped away, leaving that dragon and two others to get caught up, the wounded one dying. That made five...but Canti was rushed by two more to be flung, with them, straight at the lava pool! He didn't know if that would kill him or if he'd be protected or what. He knew THEY wouldn't die instantly. Unsure of this, Canti flipped out of their grip and let them hit the hot soup first. He landed on top of them as they thrashed in the lava. They didn't die and he didn't feel as if it were instant death either. However, that didn't mean he should hang around and get dunked. Why risk it? He didn't know the full extent of his powers yet! Looking around, though...it appeared he was stuck right in the middle of this mess with only a couple of sinking dragons as an island. They were sinking because of his weight, and would eventually die of constant fire-based hits, even if they had resistance. He could take the chance that he was a little more resilient than that, he supposed... There was a full possibility that Canti was currently like Samus Aran here, equipping the Varia Suit...only without cold protection. No clue there, really. Well, actually...)
Canti: Come and get me! I'm over here!
(This region was about to get more islands. As the two under his feet croaked, a couple from the last group noticed him, and then others too were starting to catch an inkling of his presence. So...he shouted at them to draw them in. The first two were damaged, so jumping them and sending them hurtling into the lava certainly killed THEM quicker. The next ones that came along were in larger groups as Canti began to jump and stab them in sensitive spots, which sent them down as well. This netted him quite a few kills as he regained land. It took a while, though, since they didn't want to stay DOWN. But this brought his five to seven, then nine and ten. The next two got him nearer to land and #13 was his plank-board to safety. He breathed a sigh of relief...though it wasn't over yet. Not by a long stretch. Canti saw three more almost upon him, which he had to duck under as he sliced into one and twisted its gut open.)
Canti: Alright...I've been playing nice...but you asked for it!
(A Speed Charm gave its life in the heat of combat as a Vak spell went off in his face. Suddenly, it seemed to the dragons as if the Twin Blade had performed an anime Flash Step. They simply lost track of him as he went around to cut them open with a stab and a twist in many locations. Those three did not last very long. That was it, really. The only reason they lasted as long as they did was speed. And now that Canti's was better, he carved great gashes into them, making sixteen...and then twenty as he saw more coming from a hole. He thought he'd...surprise them. Dragons cried tears of crimson for the Twin Blade's amusement. Then, as he spied another group of five...)
Canti: Twin Darkness!
(Dark elemental energy practically exploded from the tips of Canti's knives as he caught four out of five in that mess, wounding most of them to a high degree. They returned fire with...fire. It didn't do much good. Canti stood there, a winged devil in a bonfire. It looked as though he had some kind of aura of flame, thanks to those guys. It did nothing to him, though. The unwounded one attacked and Canti inserted his hand in its mouth as it bit down, dagger pointed up. You should've seen it... A dragon impaling its own head like that. Canti opened it up, throat to chest, until it died, and then he swung the corpse around, with effort, at the other ones trying to breath fire on him. Twenty-five... He ran and snuck in behind one that was in another part of the room, ignoring the ones that took notice of him, jumping on its back and stabbing into its shoulder blades. His weight made it falter and Canti jumped up as two others came charging down. They landed on the wounded one. Yes... He was beginning to understand their instincts now... It was becoming easier. Canti came down upon them, letting loose another Twin Darkness to finish those three off.)
OOC: New Balance Detected! *CHA-CHING!*
PREVIOUS TALLY - 500
KILLED - 28
TOTAL TALLY - 472
TO: Marionette
FROM: Canti
SUBJECT: The Blades.
I've been told that you've been watching for a long time, like since before I even got stuck in this game. Maybe that's why you know so much about me, maybe not. All I know is that you've been watching, and that you're not the other one. But if that's the case, then you know every word I spoke to our former guide, the one who guided us to the tower and then tried to kill us. I knew he wasn't on the level, of course, but there was something else. I wasn't convinced of his Elite mindset. It didn't feel genuine, which is why I gave Suraisu the benefit of the doubt. Still...I was wondering if you knew what really happened to him. Killed by Nall? Or did something else occur? I still have a bone to pick with The Blades.
(That being done, Canti noticed something... It was quiet. Well, quieter, anyway. Someone had gone and removed the last of their opposition. The last of the Dragon Hatchlings had croaked, with no more eggs in the room at all. The Twin Blade had listened carefully, past the lava flow and the steam hissing in the room. It was uncomfortably calm, and he didn't like that. A calm proceeded the storm, or so they say. Nighthand was now looking over the statue, the still-burning one that held their key inside. It was still inaccessable as far as anyone was concerned. Then, Canti heard something and his guard went up almost instantly. What was it...? A clambering sort of sound... It didn't feel right. In the hot air of this volcano room, the place where he should've felt most comfortable, Canti felt that something was wrong. But...what? A clamber, a scratching, a hiss... Oh hell, here we go again!)
Canti: Nighthand, look-
(BAM! Nighthand was struck from the side as he tried to force the statue open.)
Canti: -out. Oh man... If ever I needed a sweatdrop sign...
(He manifested one.)
Canti: Thank you.
(It had been as he feared. Like in Aliens, the facehuggers were down. So now, it was time for the soldiers, and maybe even Mama. That statue burned with its own sort of power. Oh well. Time to get fierce again. Nall warned them all about these monsters, the Dragon Den Guards. They were stronger, physically, and fire certainly didn't work on them as much. That was okay... Canti STILL didn't have any fire spells, dammit! In any case, the first few attacked without delay, trying to dogpile on top of him without warning. No way was that working out! The dark Twin Blade jumped out of the way, standing perfectly on top of a stalagmite, amidst several others that stood in a cluster. Holding his Bloody Twin, Canti readied himself, but got fire-breathed from behind instead.)
Canti: What the...?
(It didn't hurt all that much. It was among their weaker abilities, but still...he was attacked from behind by two others. He jumped right at the nearest one, grabbing onto its head with one arm and stabbing hard repeatedly into it with the other. The dagger's HP Drain ability more than made up for the fire-based damage as he depleted the dragon's own health. It tried to swung him free and its buddy snapped at him, but those efforts were two late. Canti leaped off of the dead one and the other followed. Then, right after he landed on a stalagmite, using his supremely excellent Twin Blade agility, he jumped straight up and flipped in mid-air as the other dragon attacked. His timing was perfect. It was just underneath as he came down on its back, slamming his weight into the monster's body...and into the stalagmite. There was a loud crunch sound and the sick sound of impalement through flesh. The dragon was hurt badly by this terrain-based attack, and Canti finished it with a final stab. Two down...and...)
Canti: Shit...
(He'd lost track of the three from before, but now there were FIVE coming right out of a hole in the wall closest to him. They immediately behaved like a pack and spread out to catch him from different sides. Two burned him with Vak spells while the other three attacked from different directions. The fire didn't really slow him down, but while ducking and dodging others, one slammed him into the ground, pinning him and trying to bite his head off. If it weren't for the fact that Canti had his knives jammed into its neck before it could do that, he'd be in serious trouble. It still struggled with him, though. Two of the others were moving in. The Twin Blade kicked off the dragon and then parried claw attacks with his knives, slashing their legs open. He twirled them, going into that Canti-Style Twin Blade Fighting Style, the Deadly Playful Twist. The one with throat damage was on him next and Canti saw it coming, slamming both daggers down on its face and using that to pole-vault into the air. He drained it and killed it, then landed as the two others attacked. His back was turned, but he still saw it coming, or felt it... Either way, the Twin Blade turned and leapt over claws to get at sides, sliced and then twisted, to open up those scales, letting the blood flow. After he and they landed, Juk Rom was cast before they could wander off, catching them and another one that had come by while the other two ran off. Fair enough. Those two died soon after and Canti jumped onto the next one's back and tore open the wings, forcing the dragon guard to jump around like a bucking bronco, the Twin Blade trying to stay on backwards, falling off and grabbing the tail. With effort, he pulled it to a stop, noticing that he'd gone halfway across the room to a lava pool and...numerous other guests.)
Canti: Ah ha ha... You're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing to him. Uhhh...Juk Rom!
(He casted and jumped away, leaving that dragon and two others to get caught up, the wounded one dying. That made five...but Canti was rushed by two more to be flung, with them, straight at the lava pool! He didn't know if that would kill him or if he'd be protected or what. He knew THEY wouldn't die instantly. Unsure of this, Canti flipped out of their grip and let them hit the hot soup first. He landed on top of them as they thrashed in the lava. They didn't die and he didn't feel as if it were instant death either. However, that didn't mean he should hang around and get dunked. Why risk it? He didn't know the full extent of his powers yet! Looking around, though...it appeared he was stuck right in the middle of this mess with only a couple of sinking dragons as an island. They were sinking because of his weight, and would eventually die of constant fire-based hits, even if they had resistance. He could take the chance that he was a little more resilient than that, he supposed... There was a full possibility that Canti was currently like Samus Aran here, equipping the Varia Suit...only without cold protection. No clue there, really. Well, actually...)
Canti: Come and get me! I'm over here!
(This region was about to get more islands. As the two under his feet croaked, a couple from the last group noticed him, and then others too were starting to catch an inkling of his presence. So...he shouted at them to draw them in. The first two were damaged, so jumping them and sending them hurtling into the lava certainly killed THEM quicker. The next ones that came along were in larger groups as Canti began to jump and stab them in sensitive spots, which sent them down as well. This netted him quite a few kills as he regained land. It took a while, though, since they didn't want to stay DOWN. But this brought his five to seven, then nine and ten. The next two got him nearer to land and #13 was his plank-board to safety. He breathed a sigh of relief...though it wasn't over yet. Not by a long stretch. Canti saw three more almost upon him, which he had to duck under as he sliced into one and twisted its gut open.)
Canti: Alright...I've been playing nice...but you asked for it!
(A Speed Charm gave its life in the heat of combat as a Vak spell went off in his face. Suddenly, it seemed to the dragons as if the Twin Blade had performed an anime Flash Step. They simply lost track of him as he went around to cut them open with a stab and a twist in many locations. Those three did not last very long. That was it, really. The only reason they lasted as long as they did was speed. And now that Canti's was better, he carved great gashes into them, making sixteen...and then twenty as he saw more coming from a hole. He thought he'd...surprise them. Dragons cried tears of crimson for the Twin Blade's amusement. Then, as he spied another group of five...)
Canti: Twin Darkness!
(Dark elemental energy practically exploded from the tips of Canti's knives as he caught four out of five in that mess, wounding most of them to a high degree. They returned fire with...fire. It didn't do much good. Canti stood there, a winged devil in a bonfire. It looked as though he had some kind of aura of flame, thanks to those guys. It did nothing to him, though. The unwounded one attacked and Canti inserted his hand in its mouth as it bit down, dagger pointed up. You should've seen it... A dragon impaling its own head like that. Canti opened it up, throat to chest, until it died, and then he swung the corpse around, with effort, at the other ones trying to breath fire on him. Twenty-five... He ran and snuck in behind one that was in another part of the room, ignoring the ones that took notice of him, jumping on its back and stabbing into its shoulder blades. His weight made it falter and Canti jumped up as two others came charging down. They landed on the wounded one. Yes... He was beginning to understand their instincts now... It was becoming easier. Canti came down upon them, letting loose another Twin Darkness to finish those three off.)
OOC: New Balance Detected! *CHA-CHING!*
PREVIOUS TALLY - 500
KILLED - 28
TOTAL TALLY - 472
Last edited by Lord Canti on Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:56 pm, edited 7 times in total.
I'll have a doozy of a sig later, I swear. It'll reflect ".hack//CODE" an' everything.
Hey look! A profile! It's got items and stats and things! Cool! If it isn't fully up to date, it will be, so don't worry 'bout it.
Hey look! A profile! It's got items and stats and things! Cool! If it isn't fully up to date, it will be, so don't worry 'bout it.
As one of the newcomers pulled off an impressive display that finally put to rest the entire pack of dragonlings, there fell an almost unnatural stillness over the field. The ground was littered with broken egg shells, crushed into powder in some cases by the traffic and the ferocity of the fighting. Senna planted her spear in the ground and leaned on it, less out of habit this time than out of a need to rest a little and let her SP regenerate. She also nodded her thanks to Canti for watching her back.
In the stillness that followed, she expected something else to awaken, as it seemed to have done the last two rooms, but nothing did. Instead, it allowed Nighthand to approach the statue unmolested.
Several things happened then, all pretty much on top of one another. Nighthand was reaching for his sword. There was movement, but not from one of the group members. So THERE came the second wave. Canti saw it too, and apparently saw it better than she did because instead of movement he saw actual threat, and she heard him start to call a warning to Nighthand (whose name she now had down) but it was too late. She winced as another creature, draconic in look and action, came barreling in from the side and ran into Nighthand, tossing him aside, then leaping on him.
She started, pulling her weapon up and starting to take a step forward out of reaction more than any plan she might have, but Nighthand fought the thing off on his own. As he stood up, the one he’d been fighting loosed an eerie cry. In response to that, the very walls seemed to open up and admit a flood of dragons – they weren’t large enough in her mind to have actually earned that name, but since they weren’t quite like the dragonlings she had no idea what better to call them.
Nall offered warning, which was well-heeded, but which didn’t answer one important question – were these more succeptible to water than the little ones had been. Well, there was one way to find out. A few switches of armor, and she aimed for the leading edge of the attacking monsters with a Rue Rom. They were almost in attack location when she managed to get the spell off,
The damage was impressive enough to send those caught in the center of the vortex to the ground, graying and dying, and to injure those around its edges. With this leading edge, the creatures were so close together, it was impossible to miss and a decent number got caught.
Knowing the water stat she currently carried would give major advantage to the dragons with their fire attacks, she was switching back to her previous armor before the spell even completed. She had her answer. Now it was time to get to work.
To one side, she could see the dragons had surrounded Canti. She meant to try to help, but first she would have to stop them from doing the same to her. Another speed charm gave her back the enhanced reaction times and reflexes she was coming to rely on like a drug. A group of four had closed in on her, closer than she would have liked with her weapon, but her distraction with the armor switch had given them the permission. Well, there was no point in allowing them their way, tired as she was of this battle and the fire-gouting combatants.
She pre-empted one’s attack, seeing it rear up to try to bowl her over as had been done to Nighthand when he was unaware. She was looking right at the thing, however, and thus she had the advantage. She moved forward, not just by one step but three, stabbing her spear into the thing’s neck with as much force as she could muster. The extra steps carried her out of one of its fellows’ attack range but made her step right into the snapping bite attack of a dragon with good timing or good instincts. Pulling the point of her spear back, she spun toward the attacker, using the twist to put a finishing slash across the offender and carrying that momentum into the next monster. The side point on her spear sliced into the second dragon’s side, causing it to let go as it reacted in surprise at the attack. A step back, a second slice across the chest with a tight swing, and that one was down as well. On the rebound of that attack, she drove her spear backward, clouting one of the approaching dragons in the face with the blunt end of the weapon. As she turned to this new threat, she was caught momentarily in the vortex of a Vak Rom spell,. And the world blurred out of sight in a wave of fire. Her HP took another drop, and as she turned, the blade of her spear caught an unseen something a glancing blow. As the fire cleared, the dragon she’d clubbed was coming at her, teeth and claws ready to rend flesh. Slash and stab. The enhanced speed she was working with allowed the motion to be carried out with minimal damage to herself.
And so she fell into a rhythm. Slash, stab, repeat, disturbed occasionally by a casting of Repth. She’s lost track of Canti but tried to keep an eye on where other people were, trying to stay close to others just in case she was needed to help them out – or needed their help herself. Well, she might be said to need their help constantly. It felt like every moment was on the edge of disaster – her HP could dip dramatically, dangerously, and she’d wonder if this time it would be too much, if she would just run out of health before the spell could take hold – or if her SP would finally run out.
OOC:
Sorries for the lame post.
At the start: 472
Killed: 30
Current: 442
In the stillness that followed, she expected something else to awaken, as it seemed to have done the last two rooms, but nothing did. Instead, it allowed Nighthand to approach the statue unmolested.
Several things happened then, all pretty much on top of one another. Nighthand was reaching for his sword. There was movement, but not from one of the group members. So THERE came the second wave. Canti saw it too, and apparently saw it better than she did because instead of movement he saw actual threat, and she heard him start to call a warning to Nighthand (whose name she now had down) but it was too late. She winced as another creature, draconic in look and action, came barreling in from the side and ran into Nighthand, tossing him aside, then leaping on him.
She started, pulling her weapon up and starting to take a step forward out of reaction more than any plan she might have, but Nighthand fought the thing off on his own. As he stood up, the one he’d been fighting loosed an eerie cry. In response to that, the very walls seemed to open up and admit a flood of dragons – they weren’t large enough in her mind to have actually earned that name, but since they weren’t quite like the dragonlings she had no idea what better to call them.
Nall offered warning, which was well-heeded, but which didn’t answer one important question – were these more succeptible to water than the little ones had been. Well, there was one way to find out. A few switches of armor, and she aimed for the leading edge of the attacking monsters with a Rue Rom. They were almost in attack location when she managed to get the spell off,
The damage was impressive enough to send those caught in the center of the vortex to the ground, graying and dying, and to injure those around its edges. With this leading edge, the creatures were so close together, it was impossible to miss and a decent number got caught.
Knowing the water stat she currently carried would give major advantage to the dragons with their fire attacks, she was switching back to her previous armor before the spell even completed. She had her answer. Now it was time to get to work.
To one side, she could see the dragons had surrounded Canti. She meant to try to help, but first she would have to stop them from doing the same to her. Another speed charm gave her back the enhanced reaction times and reflexes she was coming to rely on like a drug. A group of four had closed in on her, closer than she would have liked with her weapon, but her distraction with the armor switch had given them the permission. Well, there was no point in allowing them their way, tired as she was of this battle and the fire-gouting combatants.
She pre-empted one’s attack, seeing it rear up to try to bowl her over as had been done to Nighthand when he was unaware. She was looking right at the thing, however, and thus she had the advantage. She moved forward, not just by one step but three, stabbing her spear into the thing’s neck with as much force as she could muster. The extra steps carried her out of one of its fellows’ attack range but made her step right into the snapping bite attack of a dragon with good timing or good instincts. Pulling the point of her spear back, she spun toward the attacker, using the twist to put a finishing slash across the offender and carrying that momentum into the next monster. The side point on her spear sliced into the second dragon’s side, causing it to let go as it reacted in surprise at the attack. A step back, a second slice across the chest with a tight swing, and that one was down as well. On the rebound of that attack, she drove her spear backward, clouting one of the approaching dragons in the face with the blunt end of the weapon. As she turned to this new threat, she was caught momentarily in the vortex of a Vak Rom spell,. And the world blurred out of sight in a wave of fire. Her HP took another drop, and as she turned, the blade of her spear caught an unseen something a glancing blow. As the fire cleared, the dragon she’d clubbed was coming at her, teeth and claws ready to rend flesh. Slash and stab. The enhanced speed she was working with allowed the motion to be carried out with minimal damage to herself.
And so she fell into a rhythm. Slash, stab, repeat, disturbed occasionally by a casting of Repth. She’s lost track of Canti but tried to keep an eye on where other people were, trying to stay close to others just in case she was needed to help them out – or needed their help herself. Well, she might be said to need their help constantly. It felt like every moment was on the edge of disaster – her HP could dip dramatically, dangerously, and she’d wonder if this time it would be too much, if she would just run out of health before the spell could take hold – or if her SP would finally run out.
OOC:
Sorries for the lame post.
At the start: 472
Killed: 30
Current: 442
Senna, level 33 Long Arm (710 HP/180 SP)
Most common kit: Ichigou, Racoon Earcaps, Air Bracer, Snow Panther, Winter Coat, Graceful Book
Spells/Skills: (Critical Hit/Death) Repulse Cage, Ap Corv, Ap Vorv, Rai Rom, Rue Zot, La Repth
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Most common kit: Ichigou, Racoon Earcaps, Air Bracer, Snow Panther, Winter Coat, Graceful Book
Spells/Skills: (Critical Hit/Death) Repulse Cage, Ap Corv, Ap Vorv, Rai Rom, Rue Zot, La Repth
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14300 (1/23)
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Phoenix512
- Exalted Player
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- Joined: Thu Nov 13, 2003 10:42 pm
Phoenix was really hoping that they would fight a giant dragon instead of a new wave of dragons that emerge from the holes of the wall. This must be a dragon’s nest. These must be the dragon kids. I guess they must die before mommy and daddy dragon show up to take care of us. Here goes nothing. He equipped his Fishing Gloves before noticing a group of three dragon kids heading towards him and began to think how to deal with them. He targeted the wing of the central one with his gravity powers which did not take much to break its wing and cause it to fall to the ground.
Phoenix immediately stabbed the fallen dragon kid in the back before focusing on the other two dragons. He fired a Rue Kruz at the left dragon kid while doing a small leap at the other dragon kid and cut it in half. The Rue Kruz attack pierced the dragon kid in the stomach which effectively killed it. Phoenix did not have time to celebrate his kills as a new group breathes fire at his back. He screamed in pain as the fire breath attack burn on his greatly scarred back.
These dragon kids attack faster compared to the dragon eggs. I must get through this without the help of Suzaku watching my back. Phoenix rolled forward to get rid any flames on his back along with avoiding any additional fire attacks. He fired a Rue Kruz at the center of the group which directly impacted on one of the dragon kids and effectively killing it. What Phoenix did not realized that the group he attacked was a distraction as a bunch of dragon kids managed to surround him. He just gave a smirk as the dragon kids were about to make their combined attack on the blademaster.
“REVOLVER!” Phoenix executed the spinning attack and managed to cut down another few dragon kids along with injuring a bunch of other ones. Then he found himself behind of a lava pool with the kids directly in front of him. Let’s see how fast I can go with a gravity-enhanced body that’s under the effect of Ap Do. He uses a Speed Charm to give him a burst of speed. This burst of speed combined with half gravity body made Phoenix incredibly fast which he did not train for at all. He did not expect to move this fast as he moved through the group of dragon kids. Phoenix did a quick motion with his sword and was surprised how quickly it went into one of the dragon kid’s stomach. The attack killed the dragon kid immediately.
Phoenix used his newly enhanced speed to swiftly kill a decently sized group of dragon kids. The kids were dying through heads being cut off, stabbing in the back and/or stomach, or just plain cutting them in half either via the torso or creating a mirror image of them but lifeless. He suddenly felt tired as the enhanced speed was taking a toll of his gravity-enhanced body. The fast body movement must have been too much for me to handle. I have to find a place to recover shortly before the kids overrun me.
The master of gravity quickly scanned the area and found a small area that no dragon kids were nearby. He was still under the effect of the Ap Do and decided that the best way to get to the area was to go straight through the kids. So he used another Revolver attack to spin his way through the kids which his lack of traction carried him through the group. In the end, Phoenix managed to get to the area and took down a Mage Soul while waiting for the Ap Do to go down.
I can’t risk doing another Ap Do right now or risk total exhaustion. I much prefer to fight that dragon statue than these kids but they are somewhat fun to play around with… Phoenix noticed the dragon kids are slowly heading towards him which it timed perfectly with the Ap Do going down. He just stood there until the moment when he was forced to move. It’s time for round two with the kids.
OOC:
Previous: 442
Killed: 35
Remaining: 407
Phoenix immediately stabbed the fallen dragon kid in the back before focusing on the other two dragons. He fired a Rue Kruz at the left dragon kid while doing a small leap at the other dragon kid and cut it in half. The Rue Kruz attack pierced the dragon kid in the stomach which effectively killed it. Phoenix did not have time to celebrate his kills as a new group breathes fire at his back. He screamed in pain as the fire breath attack burn on his greatly scarred back.
These dragon kids attack faster compared to the dragon eggs. I must get through this without the help of Suzaku watching my back. Phoenix rolled forward to get rid any flames on his back along with avoiding any additional fire attacks. He fired a Rue Kruz at the center of the group which directly impacted on one of the dragon kids and effectively killing it. What Phoenix did not realized that the group he attacked was a distraction as a bunch of dragon kids managed to surround him. He just gave a smirk as the dragon kids were about to make their combined attack on the blademaster.
“REVOLVER!” Phoenix executed the spinning attack and managed to cut down another few dragon kids along with injuring a bunch of other ones. Then he found himself behind of a lava pool with the kids directly in front of him. Let’s see how fast I can go with a gravity-enhanced body that’s under the effect of Ap Do. He uses a Speed Charm to give him a burst of speed. This burst of speed combined with half gravity body made Phoenix incredibly fast which he did not train for at all. He did not expect to move this fast as he moved through the group of dragon kids. Phoenix did a quick motion with his sword and was surprised how quickly it went into one of the dragon kid’s stomach. The attack killed the dragon kid immediately.
Phoenix used his newly enhanced speed to swiftly kill a decently sized group of dragon kids. The kids were dying through heads being cut off, stabbing in the back and/or stomach, or just plain cutting them in half either via the torso or creating a mirror image of them but lifeless. He suddenly felt tired as the enhanced speed was taking a toll of his gravity-enhanced body. The fast body movement must have been too much for me to handle. I have to find a place to recover shortly before the kids overrun me.
The master of gravity quickly scanned the area and found a small area that no dragon kids were nearby. He was still under the effect of the Ap Do and decided that the best way to get to the area was to go straight through the kids. So he used another Revolver attack to spin his way through the kids which his lack of traction carried him through the group. In the end, Phoenix managed to get to the area and took down a Mage Soul while waiting for the Ap Do to go down.
I can’t risk doing another Ap Do right now or risk total exhaustion. I much prefer to fight that dragon statue than these kids but they are somewhat fun to play around with… Phoenix noticed the dragon kids are slowly heading towards him which it timed perfectly with the Ap Do going down. He just stood there until the moment when he was forced to move. It’s time for round two with the kids.
OOC:
Previous: 442
Killed: 35
Remaining: 407
Phoenix
Level 48 Blademaster
Equipped Skills: Vak Revolver, Gan Revolver, Dek Vorv, La Repth, Juk Kruz, Rue Kruz, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot
Other Skills: Rue Kruz, Rip Synk, Rip Saem, Crack Beat, Rue Slash, Ani Slash, Gan Crack, Gan Revolver
Wish List: Phoenix's Fire, Gold Necklace
EX-Spheres: LV 3 - Overdrive, LV 3 - Curative, LV 3 - Elemental Breath
Level 48 Blademaster
Equipped Skills: Vak Revolver, Gan Revolver, Dek Vorv, La Repth, Juk Kruz, Rue Kruz, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot
Other Skills: Rue Kruz, Rip Synk, Rip Saem, Crack Beat, Rue Slash, Ani Slash, Gan Crack, Gan Revolver
Wish List: Phoenix's Fire, Gold Necklace
EX-Spheres: LV 3 - Overdrive, LV 3 - Curative, LV 3 - Elemental Breath
Zan watched the battle come to an end, blood and organ, flesh and bone falling like rain around them. The battle seemed to have stretched into an eternity of monotony and gore, but they had finally reached its finale. Smiling the best he could with the illness stirring inside of him from the onslaught of his PVM, Zan took a breath of the humid air and allowed himself to enjoy it once more. The lycanthrope's muscles were sore and metaphorically snarling, angry that the Heavy Blade had abused them so. It wasn't that the fledglings had posed any semblance of a challenge, simply that he had been swatting the flies for far too long. Without going into Garou, something he thought unnecessary and dangerous should his PVM reach that far, Zan could only dish out so much stamina. Whether or not the people around him were as tired made no difference. With the secondary virus working its way through him like a cancer, Zan found himself lacking in the physical prowess that had been his own. It was no matter. It was over.
Well, so the optimistic lycanthrope would have himself believe. Not a few seconds after coming to this joyous conclusion did the second wave show itself. There were noticeable differences about them here and there, but they didn't seem too much off from their predecessors. The two distinct differences lay in their strength and their number. Though they did indeed look mightier than their cousins, their numbers were dramatically lacking in comparison. He was glad for that but miserable in his knowledge that the endless battle would continue to hold as such. The Elites really were trying to exhaust them to death, weren't they? Grumbling, Zan tapped very lightly into the extent of his senses, pulling evaluations from the movements and locations of the beasts that he couldn't have otherwise. It was impossible to count them even with that, but he put their numbers at less than a thousand; probably a lot less. They seemed a little less hesitant as well, quicker to action in their arrival than the last batch. That wasn't a plus.
The Life Sword, lighter than some of his other weapons, proved more than effective as round two officially initiated with a fall of the flock down upon him. Grazing hits didn't kill them like they had before, but a vertical slam down cleaved one of the beasts in two and made sure it would never return. The rest of his posse whipped past Zan, screeching out incomprehensible things but doing him no real harm. Odd...one would think they would have taken such an opportunity to claw him into ruin. A lash of his instinct back and Zan did a one-eighty, bringing down his weapon in the same manner he had the last time. Once more a single of their numbers fell and once more the rest zipped by in columns in either of his flanks without so much as a scratch. Assuming they'd try the same trick as before, the Heavy Blade flipped around for a second time but saw only the generality of the monsters. Where had the ones seeking him out gone to? A cry, a singular one that seemed to serve as an order rather than a simple, feral noise, sounded above him and he came to realize what was upon him. Six Vak runes hovered around Zan's location, heat beginning to broil the oxygen in a fashion that only a tornado of the flaming ilk could bring about.
"Shit...shitshitshit..." Zan cursed, fumbling for a strategy and finding one at the last second.
When faced with a cover of fire, fight it with the same of ice. The trusty MeRue Rom whipped about him and served as a much needed shield, keeping the worst of the spells from breeching its frigid walls. However, as could have been predicted, flame still bled its way through and spun Zan to the ground with a force he hadn't seen Rom spells conjure in the past. Not at the first level. Practically baking in the leather he wore, Zan willed the coat into his Inventory and let his skin breathe. An Ol Repth was the next thing from his lips as he came to his feet, now sporting no more than his black boots, black pants, emerald shirt, and his signature full-moon necklace. Healed and ready, the lycanthrope grabbed his weapon, ignoring the searing heat of the handle, and did something he had only seen a tennis novice do once in the past at his old high school. Horizontally hefting his blade with as much force as he could muster with his human form, he raked the blade in a full circle and brought three more of the bastards to their graves. With only three left of the eight that had dive-bombed him, Zan smirked at their approaching mass and depleted his SP with another MeRue Rom.
With no more magic left to aid him, Zan tapped into his Clabro for the first time since the previous round, hoping the PVM didn't worm its way into him. When no pain followed, none aside from the norm, he flew into a fury of lashing metal. Husks of the beasts fell one after another, often missing some limb or significant portion of torso flesh, until a little over two dozen dragons lay slain at his feet. Wiping the blood off on one of the discarded wings by him, the lycanthrope did his best not to watch each drop slide away. The fatigue of the ever-encroaching fiends constantly swarming him was causing his Beast to look for a source of energy rather than Hit Points. As tempting as it was, as filling as one of the bodies would be (if a little chewy), Zan didn't seek to lose himself in a bloodlust. The last time he had done that was during the war in Mac Anu. He could still taste the Knight's heart on his palette. Fighting away both saliva and personal-disgust, the Heavy Blade took note of the battlefield once again and thanked God he hadn't been attacked during his trance. There simply weren't as many to cover every second of distraction like there had been before. Bonus.
Zan's luck was short-lived, however, another legion of the things swooping down in a cloud of claws. Unlike the last group that had done such a thing, these ripped into his skin, whistling away his HP until some stray spell dispersed them and the Heavy Blade was looking at half of the bar gone. Killing a fly-by with an agile stab as he waited for his SP to climb back up, an Ol Repth was culled into the air at last. One again without the assistance of magic, Zan had to rely on his physical strength to aid him through the return of the dragon-cloud. Using his head rather than his brawn, the lycanthrope dropped to his stomach, body still as they raked inches above him and passed by. Leaping to his feet, Zan watched the dragonlings take an airborne U-Turn and descend upon him once again. It was time to use their momentum against them. Waiting until the last moment, the lycanthrope wind-milled himself to the side and held out his weapon. Unable to both see the oncoming attack (aside from the one who had led them) and stop quick enough once the danger had been realized, a good nine or ten of the beasts haplessly cleaved themselves without Zan having to so much as blink. Happy they didn't immediately learn from their mistakes, the maneuver was repeated for a second time. This was enough to discourage the rest of that particular 'fleet' and, with a gnash of their teeth, they chose different targets.
Damn straight.
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OOC:
Before: 407
Killed: 50
After: 357
Well, so the optimistic lycanthrope would have himself believe. Not a few seconds after coming to this joyous conclusion did the second wave show itself. There were noticeable differences about them here and there, but they didn't seem too much off from their predecessors. The two distinct differences lay in their strength and their number. Though they did indeed look mightier than their cousins, their numbers were dramatically lacking in comparison. He was glad for that but miserable in his knowledge that the endless battle would continue to hold as such. The Elites really were trying to exhaust them to death, weren't they? Grumbling, Zan tapped very lightly into the extent of his senses, pulling evaluations from the movements and locations of the beasts that he couldn't have otherwise. It was impossible to count them even with that, but he put their numbers at less than a thousand; probably a lot less. They seemed a little less hesitant as well, quicker to action in their arrival than the last batch. That wasn't a plus.
The Life Sword, lighter than some of his other weapons, proved more than effective as round two officially initiated with a fall of the flock down upon him. Grazing hits didn't kill them like they had before, but a vertical slam down cleaved one of the beasts in two and made sure it would never return. The rest of his posse whipped past Zan, screeching out incomprehensible things but doing him no real harm. Odd...one would think they would have taken such an opportunity to claw him into ruin. A lash of his instinct back and Zan did a one-eighty, bringing down his weapon in the same manner he had the last time. Once more a single of their numbers fell and once more the rest zipped by in columns in either of his flanks without so much as a scratch. Assuming they'd try the same trick as before, the Heavy Blade flipped around for a second time but saw only the generality of the monsters. Where had the ones seeking him out gone to? A cry, a singular one that seemed to serve as an order rather than a simple, feral noise, sounded above him and he came to realize what was upon him. Six Vak runes hovered around Zan's location, heat beginning to broil the oxygen in a fashion that only a tornado of the flaming ilk could bring about.
"Shit...shitshitshit..." Zan cursed, fumbling for a strategy and finding one at the last second.
When faced with a cover of fire, fight it with the same of ice. The trusty MeRue Rom whipped about him and served as a much needed shield, keeping the worst of the spells from breeching its frigid walls. However, as could have been predicted, flame still bled its way through and spun Zan to the ground with a force he hadn't seen Rom spells conjure in the past. Not at the first level. Practically baking in the leather he wore, Zan willed the coat into his Inventory and let his skin breathe. An Ol Repth was the next thing from his lips as he came to his feet, now sporting no more than his black boots, black pants, emerald shirt, and his signature full-moon necklace. Healed and ready, the lycanthrope grabbed his weapon, ignoring the searing heat of the handle, and did something he had only seen a tennis novice do once in the past at his old high school. Horizontally hefting his blade with as much force as he could muster with his human form, he raked the blade in a full circle and brought three more of the bastards to their graves. With only three left of the eight that had dive-bombed him, Zan smirked at their approaching mass and depleted his SP with another MeRue Rom.
With no more magic left to aid him, Zan tapped into his Clabro for the first time since the previous round, hoping the PVM didn't worm its way into him. When no pain followed, none aside from the norm, he flew into a fury of lashing metal. Husks of the beasts fell one after another, often missing some limb or significant portion of torso flesh, until a little over two dozen dragons lay slain at his feet. Wiping the blood off on one of the discarded wings by him, the lycanthrope did his best not to watch each drop slide away. The fatigue of the ever-encroaching fiends constantly swarming him was causing his Beast to look for a source of energy rather than Hit Points. As tempting as it was, as filling as one of the bodies would be (if a little chewy), Zan didn't seek to lose himself in a bloodlust. The last time he had done that was during the war in Mac Anu. He could still taste the Knight's heart on his palette. Fighting away both saliva and personal-disgust, the Heavy Blade took note of the battlefield once again and thanked God he hadn't been attacked during his trance. There simply weren't as many to cover every second of distraction like there had been before. Bonus.
Zan's luck was short-lived, however, another legion of the things swooping down in a cloud of claws. Unlike the last group that had done such a thing, these ripped into his skin, whistling away his HP until some stray spell dispersed them and the Heavy Blade was looking at half of the bar gone. Killing a fly-by with an agile stab as he waited for his SP to climb back up, an Ol Repth was culled into the air at last. One again without the assistance of magic, Zan had to rely on his physical strength to aid him through the return of the dragon-cloud. Using his head rather than his brawn, the lycanthrope dropped to his stomach, body still as they raked inches above him and passed by. Leaping to his feet, Zan watched the dragonlings take an airborne U-Turn and descend upon him once again. It was time to use their momentum against them. Waiting until the last moment, the lycanthrope wind-milled himself to the side and held out his weapon. Unable to both see the oncoming attack (aside from the one who had led them) and stop quick enough once the danger had been realized, a good nine or ten of the beasts haplessly cleaved themselves without Zan having to so much as blink. Happy they didn't immediately learn from their mistakes, the maneuver was repeated for a second time. This was enough to discourage the rest of that particular 'fleet' and, with a gnash of their teeth, they chose different targets.
Damn straight.
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OOC:
Before: 407
Killed: 50
After: 357
Lv. 50 Heavy Blade
Wishlist
Special: Levels, GR Sendai, PL Sakai, Darklore.
W: Tonosama Sword, Mineuchi, Jundachi.
A: Samurai Helm, Able Hands, Rare Greaves.
I: Holy Sap, Treebane, Cooked Bile, Nightbane.
EX: Elemental Summon (Lv. 2), Overdrive (Lv.1), Elemental Attacks (Lv. 2), Enhance Dark, Elemental Breath (Lv. 2).
Wishlist
Special: Levels, GR Sendai, PL Sakai, Darklore.
W: Tonosama Sword, Mineuchi, Jundachi.
A: Samurai Helm, Able Hands, Rare Greaves.
I: Holy Sap, Treebane, Cooked Bile, Nightbane.
EX: Elemental Summon (Lv. 2), Overdrive (Lv.1), Elemental Attacks (Lv. 2), Enhance Dark, Elemental Breath (Lv. 2).
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Marionette
- Elevated Player
- Posts: 29
- Joined: Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:24 pm
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Hijinx
- Exalted Player
- Posts: 591
- Joined: Thu Apr 03, 2003 11:28 pm
- Location: New look, check it out!
Appearing in the air next to Hijinx's head, a loud alarm clock began to ring, the obnoxious sound peeling through the area and echoing back on itself viciously. Knowing that could only mean one thing, the fist fighter snatched it from the sky and flung it to the ground, grinding it into nothing with her heel.
"Really sorry, but I don't have time to play right now!"
Infuriated already by the slaughter of the young, denizens of the fang poured towards her, ready to cause immediate death. Ap Do hit her again, restoring the dwindling spell to her. As if ordered to do so, Urbosh wrapped himself around the brawler's back and chest. Whip like tendrils grew immediately from the blob over each shoulderblade, stabbing outwards and striking into the fray indiscriminately. Meanwhile, blows were dealt on her part as well, sending enemies upwards to fall on comrades and slow the pace while they greyed and vanished. Hopping backwards lithely, she reached over her head and grabbed the clawed arm making it's way for what was an exposed back. With a quick flip, Hijinx was on the other side of the limb, confusing the monster long enough for the pet to rap it's whiplike appendages around the attackers neck. The creature was raised a couple feet and snapped forward, damaging the floor slightly and killing it instantly. More began to move in, but faltered as a pair was siezed around the ankles and clapped together, one held by the fist-fighter and the other Urbosh. Both died, and cautious movements began to be made. Vak spells were already forming above, requiring immediate response.
"YAMI BEARHUG!"
Reaching out once again, Hijinx's blobby ally wrapped the extensions around another dragon's neck, this time pulling her towards it as spells erupted from behind. Close enough to know the heat was there, but far enough to narrowly avoid the damage, a whooping fighter closed the gap, squeezing so hard that the prey emptied itself of all the fire in his belly before collapsing. Pleased with herself again, she jumped over a burst of flame and ran, bounding off the heads of unsuspecting draginkin until she reached Rayo, catching a foe in the side of the head with a brutal kick. Without waiting to see it skip off the ground several times, she turned her attention to the wavemaster.
"You ordered a god?"
Waiting for an answer, Hijinx cocked her head to one side and smiled.
OOC: Needed to finally work the pet into combat, sorry for the delay!
Before - 357
Killed - 20
Total - 337
"Really sorry, but I don't have time to play right now!"
Infuriated already by the slaughter of the young, denizens of the fang poured towards her, ready to cause immediate death. Ap Do hit her again, restoring the dwindling spell to her. As if ordered to do so, Urbosh wrapped himself around the brawler's back and chest. Whip like tendrils grew immediately from the blob over each shoulderblade, stabbing outwards and striking into the fray indiscriminately. Meanwhile, blows were dealt on her part as well, sending enemies upwards to fall on comrades and slow the pace while they greyed and vanished. Hopping backwards lithely, she reached over her head and grabbed the clawed arm making it's way for what was an exposed back. With a quick flip, Hijinx was on the other side of the limb, confusing the monster long enough for the pet to rap it's whiplike appendages around the attackers neck. The creature was raised a couple feet and snapped forward, damaging the floor slightly and killing it instantly. More began to move in, but faltered as a pair was siezed around the ankles and clapped together, one held by the fist-fighter and the other Urbosh. Both died, and cautious movements began to be made. Vak spells were already forming above, requiring immediate response.
"YAMI BEARHUG!"
Reaching out once again, Hijinx's blobby ally wrapped the extensions around another dragon's neck, this time pulling her towards it as spells erupted from behind. Close enough to know the heat was there, but far enough to narrowly avoid the damage, a whooping fighter closed the gap, squeezing so hard that the prey emptied itself of all the fire in his belly before collapsing. Pleased with herself again, she jumped over a burst of flame and ran, bounding off the heads of unsuspecting draginkin until she reached Rayo, catching a foe in the side of the head with a brutal kick. Without waiting to see it skip off the ground several times, she turned her attention to the wavemaster.
"You ordered a god?"
Waiting for an answer, Hijinx cocked her head to one side and smiled.
OOC: Needed to finally work the pet into combat, sorry for the delay!
Before - 357
Killed - 20
Total - 337
Hijinx the Lucky Former Rabbit
Level 35.000 Fist Fighter
Equip: Fist Guards, Wyrm Hide, guard cap, Snow panther, silver bracers
Item: 5 ressurect, 2 antidote, 10 healing potions, 6 Emperor's Soul, 3 Raging Earth, 5 Ice Floe, 4 Gale Breath, Knights Bane, 10 Speed Charms
Money: 1103gp
"The problem with life is there's no back-ground music."
Level 35.000 Fist Fighter
Equip: Fist Guards, Wyrm Hide, guard cap, Snow panther, silver bracers
Item: 5 ressurect, 2 antidote, 10 healing potions, 6 Emperor's Soul, 3 Raging Earth, 5 Ice Floe, 4 Gale Breath, Knights Bane, 10 Speed Charms
Money: 1103gp
"The problem with life is there's no back-ground music."