Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Apr 2, 2018 13:39:57 GMT -8
Misaika narrowed her eyes and nodded slowly listening to what Eira was telling her. To be honest Misaika was slightly concerned of just how much the light revealed Datura to NOT be the one she was trying to pretend to be. She closed her palm and the light went out as she looked at Foxgloves. "How about you? What would you say to a bit of revealing light? Got anything to hide?" she asked with a slight smirk though she felt the pressure of the situation they had gotten themselves into. It had been somewhat fun and games for Misaika to start with, but as she saw the string shoot out of Eira's heart she agreed to herself that this was probably a good time to do something before it got really bad. The armored man was probably not dead yet, but Misaika was concerned by what was potentially roaming the forests given the noises she had already heard. Misaika started rubbing the surface of her palms together before cupping them seemingly giving shape to something emitting a clear white light. She then opened her palms before a small origami bird seemingly made of pure light flapped its small wings. "Locate the coward and wrap him in light." Misaika said as the bird fluttered around the place - a few times over Datura and Foxgloves too - as if to catch the right direction, before suddenly speeding up and determinedly carving its way through the woods. If the bird would be able to reach Dirk in time before he was enveloped by Wormwood, it would mount itself on top of Dirk, as a bell jar of protective light would manifest and surround Dirk protecting him from the physical effects of Wormwood's spells - as well as Dirk's own folly as it could not be broken from within by anyone not proficient in magic. And for anyone outside trying to affect it directly, it would leave a bad sting on touch which would only be worse if the entity carried darkness in his heart. Of course such a quick spell was not immune to being broken, but for now it might protect the armored guy from a terrible fate. "What does... that thing do..?" Misaika asked Eira muted referring to the string of course. Misaika glanced around and thought that the key to breaking free could be to remove any enchantments that had been put on this place - and she might have a plan brewed to do so. "Can you give me some distraction from those two? I need a moment to myself." Misaika said to Eira as she stepped back a few paces and snapped her fingers as a very dim spark of light appeared inside her palm - which she quickly hid behind her back hoping Foxgloves and Datura wouldn't see it.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 2, 2018 20:47:02 GMT -8
As Misaika's revealing light faded away, Datura's face morphed back into its usual pretty self. The big brown eyes were first to return, along with dark makeup that framed them. The face became less pale and sallow, the lips returned to their plump and painted form, and her hair fluffed itself up into perfect curls once more. The bow was the last to appear, tying itself into her hair as she squinted suspiciously at the two women.
"What do you mean by that, huh? Are you calling me demonic? Inhuman? What a thing to say! You come here, I offer you tea, and this is how you treat me! First you call me a terrible host, and now you insult me? Why do I ever let you bring visitors here, Foxgloves? Why!"
She flung the tea set at him, shattering the porcelain against his face. A hairline fracture appeared on the mask, right next to the cheek, but he didn't seem to mind so much as he ignored his sister and turned to Misaika.
"Oh, me? I have nothing to hide at all! Why would I? I'm just a traveling salesman, that's me. No secrets of my own. Ask me anything! I'll tell you. I'll even tell you someone else's secrets. Do you want to know Datura's? Maybe I'll be able to tell you before she strangles me to death."
Eira would notice a strand flying towards a particularly aggressive squirrel in the woods sneaking up on Datura, and another heading up at a dead branch in the tree above Foxgloves' head.
Her bird would fly to Dirk just as he was about to be dragged onto Wormwood, and encased him in a protective shield of light. The being stared for a moment, before floating in a circle around the shield like a curious dog around a new bone.
"Now what could this be here? Certainly not something of yours, is it? It seems awfully inconvenient. Like a glass bottle someone would put a butterfly in. Or maybe a moth. Or, in your case...perhaps a cricket. Or a grub."
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Apr 3, 2018 20:41:28 GMT -8
The witch smirked at Misaika confidently. "A little twist of fate," she answered, tying the strings around the squirrels and lassoing them to both Datura and Foxgloves. The strings sought past the two squirrels already there, hungering for a much larger landslide of events- or rather, searching for a landslide of squirrels. But why stop there? What about the birds? Were there any birds? Or beatles. Or centipedes!
Eira flinched, attempting to hold back the strings from causing something that was possibly destructive to Misaika, the armored man, and herself. It pulled at her heart, threatening to unravel.
No, she roared in her mind. Just the squirrels! No further!
Gazing between Datura and Foxgloves, Eira decided to stir some conversation. "Why don't you tell me something, then? What's her worst secret? I want all the juicy details."
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Apr 9, 2018 14:15:43 GMT -8
"Oh you're sure?" Misaika answered Foxgloves with skeptic smirk. "Well... I believe Datura's secrets have been well revealed to me already, but please let me know something I couldn't possibly know!" she said and crossed her arms. Maybe this foxgloves guy would reveal a weakness and how to easier dispel the enchantment she was almost sure covered the area.
Misaika opened her eyes wide as she saw Eira's spell in action. This was indeed a peculiar and very interesting spell. Were the threads reaching out and controlling the creatures or items they touched? Or was it more of a... random effect? Eira seemed to be deeply concentrated trying to control her spell and it seemed to Misaika that in the last moment she had decided against unleashing its full force - or what could be expected when she used it to its full extend. Misaika would patiently wait to do anything further knowing that because her bird hadn't returned, it meant that it found its target and successfully protected it.
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Apr 11, 2018 21:38:59 GMT -8
Dirk had been about to be consumed without so much as putting up a fight. That was, until a strange shield suddenly deployed, sheathing him in a field of light. He staggered backwards, once more to his senses. He stared in horror at what was before him, and confusion at the defenses he now had. The panic that had enveloped his mind before began to refine itself into resolve. Even here he was being protected and he doubted that this curious light was the work of an angel that had taken pity on him. It must have been one of the women! He felt a palpable pang of regret and shame hit him, the women he'd left behind, alone with those other creatures. What kind of man was he to leave two women, no matter how magical, to fend for themselves against who-knows-what? If his mother could see him now...
Casting about he suddenly stooped, picking up a fist-sized rock. Then, turning towards Wormwood he did the only thing he really knew how to do: Tossing it with all of his strength at the figure.
"I ain't 'fraid of you! Best get out'a here 'fore I make ya!" he challenged. It was likely hardly a terrifying prospect for whatever demonic entity this may or may not be, but at least he'd die a man! Just then he heard the shattering of porcelain and he turned, wide-eyed to look where it had come from. The girls!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 12, 2018 11:58:03 GMT -8
Dirk would fling his rock bravely towards the imposing figure...but it would bounce off the shield of light, likely hitting him in the face. His courageous words echoed in the forest, but would fall on deaf ears and do little but frighten a small bird. Wormwood reached out a limb, shrouded in his cloak, to try and touch the field. However, it stopped short, and he thought better of it and backed off. Letting out a whoosh of air that could possibly be a sigh, he drifted in front of the man.
"Well now...you're awfully brave for someone who was running away from a woman and a skinny man in a funny hat. What brings on this sudden change of heart? Remembered something important? It's not good to forget about the important things, you know. Otherwise you may end up very lost, and bad things happen to those who get lost. Speaking of which...it's time for me to go. Remember your way."
Smoke began to flow from the hood and sleeves of the cloak. Faint at first, the cloud quickly became thicker and thicker, until a black smog poured out of the floating being like an alchemist's cauldron. Wormwood was soon engulfed in the cloud, obscured completely. When the smoke cleared away, he was gone, without leaving so much as a footprint to let Dirk know that he hadn't imagined the whole thing.
Meanwhile, Foxgloves got up, stepping towards Misaika and Eira. He rubbed at the crack on his mask, which spiderwebbed out from the open mouth along his cheek.
"Things you don't know about my sister? Well, I'm sure there's a lot! You don't know her favorite kind of cake, or her favorite bird, or what she does in her spare time...but that's not what you want to know, is it? You want to know something fun. Something interesting! Something exciting. I wonder what I should tell you...well, when she was younger, she met a princess and stole her fac-"
Datura stood up in a blur of movement, and there was a sickening snap as she drove the heel of her stylish leather boot into Foxgloves' kneecap. The leg buckled and folded over backwards, and Foxgloves fell to the ground with a thump and a mild "Ouch." Datura stood over him, planting her foot in the back of his head and driving his face into the dirt.
"That's enough of that, Foxgloves dear. No need to be selling our secrets to outsiders now, mmkay? Why don't you sit right there and stay quiet."
Just at that moment, however, a particularly aggressive squirrel launched itself out of a nearby tree and into Datura's face. She screamed and flailed, slapping at it as it clawed and bit got tangled in her hair. She stumbled back, leaving Foxgloves lying motionless on his face. His leg was twisted uselessly underneath him, bent the wrong way.
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Apr 12, 2018 13:36:29 GMT -8
Indeed the shielding light worked both ways. It didn't have to, but Misaika had been afraid that the man would simply run out and get hurt anyway - he was slightly daft as far as Misaika could judge. However now that the threat was gone the jar folded into an orb and then quickly took form of a bird again before mounting itself on Dirk's shoulder. There it would stay for now to his protection unless Dirk would tell it to go away.
"Her... face?" Misaika said and covered her mouth with her hand trying not to picture Datura wearing her face. Maybe Misaika was a tad 'dark' at times, but she had never stolen anyone's face and didn't fancy anyone stealing hers. When Datura assaulted Foxgloves yet again - this time a lot more brutally - Misaika thought that it was time to assert themselves before Datura did so.
As if a sign one of Eira's threads had prompted a particularly aggressive squirrel to attack Datura, scratching her and thus ruining her pretty, stolen face. Misaika chuckled slightly at the sight, thinking Datura definitely had that coming. However funny it looked, she knew that it would likely just make her angrier than before if they didn't succeed in either driving her away or downright slaying her.
But although Misaika was a magic user, she hadn't used it in battle before. But then again she was unsure if this qualified as such. Misaika scratched he head but reckoned she had to at least conjure something to aid Eira. Discretely a ring of white light emerged on one of her fingers on the left hand, though its light seemed to be contained within it radiating only little light to its surroundings making it quite easy to miss.
Misaika waved the number '8' in the air as a thin strand of light remained to give a vague shape to the number. This was at least one spell she had learned that would be unpleasant to anyone on the receiving end. The number then suddenly dissipated as eight bright white whips made of light appeared around Datura. As Misaika snapped her fingers the whips would one after one lash out at Datura, the effect being similar to a normal whip though with creatures that shunned the light they would shortly leave small white flames the places they struck causing nasty burns. Misaika crossed her arms and hoped this would teach Datura a lesson for good after the whips had lashed out a few times each, hopefully connecting well.
"You're not welcome stealing our faces!" Misaika said and gace Eira a sidelong glance, as the whips still hovered threateningly above Datura. She was pretty sure Eira agreed.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Apr 13, 2018 10:31:03 GMT -8
Eira retreated the Strings of Fate after the squirrel jumped at Datura. Shortly after, when Misaika spelled the threads of light at the demon, she reached out to grab the other spellcaster's shoulder. "We need to run now! My house isn't far away. Let's find the knight and go!" she told her, urgency clear in her voice. She took a glance at Datura, brows pinching. If Datura came after them, she'd have to think of something to keep her away. Her eyes wandered to the bow in thought, but there wasn't much time to keep her thoughts on it.
The witch began her retreat first, looking behind to make sure Misaika was coming after her. The woman looked as though she was a powerful caster, and for a moment Eira envied her. Still, she was mostly glad she was there to help them in general. Now, they just needed to find that man!
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Apr 16, 2018 13:15:55 GMT -8
When the rock impacted the inner forcefield of the shield, Dirk's look of triumph was quickly replaced by a litany of curses as it bounced back, hitting him square in the face. Bouncing back, it hit the force field and then in a series of back-and-forth bounces heading down the breastplate it created a racket quite unlike anything the forest had likely ever been privy to. By the time Dirk could manage to wrest even a smidgen of his perceptions back from the blossoming pain Wormwood was gone and the strange black smoke dissipated about him.
He was alone now, and he blinked, starting when the strange bird of light propped on his large shoulders. He cast about for a moment, unsure which direction he was now facing after his flight and run-in with the terrifying being that had molested him. "We need to run now!" That was one of the girls from the clearing! Turning he ran towards the source of the exclamation, eventually stumbling once more into the clearing they had been accosted in. Spotting the girls immediately, and the the strange tangle of combat and squirrels he rushed past the conflict towards the two more friendly individuals.
"There's somethin' else in the woods!" he barked out in warning.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 17, 2018 20:19:01 GMT -8
Datura managed to grab the squirrel and fling violently into the woods, where it thumped against a tree and scurried off. The aggravated creature had left several scratches on her face, painful but not serious. She clutched at her face for a moment, yelling out a colorful string of expletives before looking up just in time to see Misaika complete her spell. She flinched away as the whips lashed out at her, slashing across her arms, face, and body and leaving painful burn marks in their place. She cried out, backpedaling hurriedly and tripping over a log. She fell on her back, struggling to get up and shield her face from the burning whips.
"Why would I wan-OUCH want your ugly faces, huh? Nobody-AUGH wants your faces! You're just-OW jealous of me, that's all!!"
She cried out in pain until the whips faded from existence, before struggling to her feet. Foxgloves, meanwhile, had propped himself up into a sitting position and was working on shoving his knee back into place. A horrible grinding sound of bone on bone could be heard as he forced the shattered joint back to roughly where it had been before, but he didn't seem to concerned about it or his sister's treatment. As they fled and ran into Dirk, Foxgloves would wave cheerfully towards them, standing up and shaking out his leg.
The trio ran through the woods, further and further away from the infernal tea party and the creepy siblings. As they stopped to catch their breath, however, a flash of white would catch their eye. They'd see Foxglove's mask staring out at them from inside a hollow tree, eye-holes as blank and black as usual.
"Datura's awful mad, you know. You really aren't very polite guests. She made you tea!"
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Apr 18, 2018 3:04:59 GMT -8
Misaika was slightly surprised that Eira wanted her to run just as they were winning - or at least had the upper hand - but as she saw Dirk exiting from the forest she was caught in the spur of the moment and released her spell as the whips vanished along with the ring on her finger. Running was such a crude way of transporting one self and she much preferred strolling, carriage and even horse back though she wasn't too familiar with the last one.
As they suddenly saw Foxgloves staring at them from a hollow tree, Misaika stopped surprised. "How did you... You were back there?" she mused not quite able to figure out how he had done that trick. "Are you projecting yourself?" Misaika asked and knocked on his forehead with her knuckles to see if it was really him.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Apr 18, 2018 19:34:30 GMT -8
"Wha... what are you doing? We should go!" called the witch as Misaika stopped to tap Foxgloves' mask. "Datura could be right behind us!"
She didn't at all seem perplexed at Foxgloves' ability to teleport. The number of strange creatures she had encountered in the past made his unusual self quite usual, even if everything he encompassed was still unnerving in and of itself. He resembled an interdimensional being, or at least that was her best guess for now, but she doubted she would ever get close to the truth. Some entities existed to be mysteries.
The witch paused after scolding Misaika, hearing a voice in the distance. A man's voice. That man's voice. "We're here!" Eira called. "Come toward us! Come toward my voice!"
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Apr 23, 2018 10:44:24 GMT -8
Catching up to the two women, Dirk heaved a sigh of relief at their relative safety. That was, if they weren't magical illusions or some other sort of tomfoolery. Then, however, he recoiled when he saw Foxglove's head poking from the tree in an uncanny fashion. Why were they stopping?!
"We gotta go!" he yelled in what he hoped was a definitive declaration of his motives. Then, seeing Misaika pondering over the head he did something perhaps riskier than throwing a stone at Wormwood: He bend his body slightly, extending an arm and as he passed he attempted to snatch the spellcaster from where she was and throw her over his shoulder as he ran!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 23, 2018 13:22:47 GMT -8
Misaika's knuckles would make a rather hollow knocking noise as she tapped on Foxglove's face, although he didn't seem to mind so much. He let out a soft chuckle, the mask tilting slightly in the hollow tree as he looked at the trio.
"Why, of course I was back there. Silly Miss Misaika, didn't you see me? You ought to trust your own eyes more. After all, if not your own eyes, who else can you trust? It's easy to move quickly from one place to another if you don't bother going to the places in between. It's so inconvenient to have to go to so many places, I don't know how you do it, it takes so long when you're always somewhere else that you don't want to be."
Meanwhile, they'd hear the sound of a woman crying off in the distance. The sobbing was growing louder, as though it was getting closer to the group. Foxgloves let out a soft tsk tsk, squeezing his head out of the hole that was very clearly too small to fit his head through and peeking around the other side of the tree.
"Gosh, she sounds awfully upset. You three should apologize when she gets here! You've made her very unhappy, you know."
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Apr 24, 2018 0:52:25 GMT -8
Yes indeed it was him in his physical form right there as the knocking noise testified. "You don't bother to go to the places in between?" she mused trying to figure out what he meant by that. It was pretty neat that he could do that, and not much of Eira's scolding or Datura's weeping reached her attention.
Neither did she see Dirk reaching out for her and with Misaika giving a surprised yelp Dirk had her thrown over the shoulder. Why had he just snatched her up like that and sounded so much in a rush? Well, there was no point in trying to protest as he seemed highly determined to carry her away from Foxgloves and she had no spells to counter something like this. Thus Misaika accepted her fate with a reluctant sigh as she tried to endure the bumps from the lumpy forest floor transferring directly into her body through Dirk's armor while strands of her auburn hair unraveled to spoil her sight.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Apr 27, 2018 10:31:35 GMT -8
"Not good. Follow me! I have a place that we can go!" the witch shouted.
While she was not as fast as Dirk, especially in heavy skirts that only tried to tangle around her legs, she did attempt to stay ahead of him. He was carrying another hundred pounds on him at least.
The witch darted off from the clearing, deep into the woods toward her cottage. If Datura had any malice in her heart for the three, then she wouldn't be able to follow them once they arrived on her property. Foxgloves, however, might very well be able to enter, but she wasn't so worried about him.
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on May 29, 2018 18:35:00 GMT -8
On an open plain, Dirk may have been the faster of the two between he and Eira, but with his extra load and clumsy manner of walking on the roots and stones of the forest floor the witch would not have any major problems of him overtaking her. His only concern was if she would tire out before they made it to their unknown destination. He hoisted Misaika into a more comfortable position he grabbed her leg, avoiding any offending grip points subconsciously as he escaped the terrors that harried them. He was certain that Eira would know where to go better than he would, and hopefully could avoid any onlookers who might suspect him of kidnapping one girl and chasing another!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 2, 2018 22:20:45 GMT -8
The three made quite the odd sight, making their way through the woods. A woman in a dress, an armored man, and another woman over his shoulder, all crashing through the woods like angry bulls in a wine cellar. Still, they seemed to be getting away from the sobbing, which grew quieter and quieter as it faded into the distance. As they ran, they'd hear the sounds of the forest begin to return. Birds sang again, and the wind rustled in the trees. Perhaps they'd escaped the nightmarish tea party? Surely, Eira's safe haven couldn't be that far away! Indeed, she'd start to see familiar landmarks, signs that she was almost back home. Just past this rock, then turn right at the crooked tree, and over the stream-
Wait a moment. There wasn't supposed to be a stream here! Eira's cottage was supposed to be right here, right through that cluster of aspen trees...but it wasn't. Instead, across the stream was a very familiar clearing, littered with broken porcelain and spilled tea. Over the gurgle of the stream, they'd hear the sound of a woman crying once more. As they stared at the clearing that they'd seemingly just left, Misaika would see a bush begin to rustle. A familiar masked head popped out, followed by the rest of Foxgloves' body as he climbed out from underneath the bush.
"Why, it's so good to see you lovely people again. Have you come to apologize? Datura is awfully upset, you know."
He reached out and pinched Misaika's cheek as she laid over Dirk's shoulder, his gloves soft and silky.
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Jun 5, 2018 1:06:52 GMT -8
As Misaika was shuffled into a slightly less uncomfortable position on Dirk's shoulder she let out a muffled 'Eeek!' as more strands unraveled and fell down before her eyes obscuring most of her vision. Misaika had - somewhat reluctantly - become content with being carried like this, though she still didn't quite understand what the fuss was all about.
"Why are we stopping now..?" Misaika asked with a muted voice. Also what were they doing? She could hear the weeping of the demonic woman yet again, why had they gone back? Then suddenly she heard the familiar voice of Foxgloves. "It's you again..?" Misaika asked trying to raise her head and see what happened. But before she could get a proper look at Foxgloves she felt a pinch on the cheek like that one of her aunts could have given her.
"If she's upset it's her own fault for being mean..!" Misaika said and waved Foxgloves' hand away from her face.
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