Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32 
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Nov 14, 2016 12:44:37 GMT -8
Footing was particularly precarious across the bridges. One or two times at least, there was a close call where the bridge broke same as with the one that Feruzia fell from. There were no further incidences or encounters in the chamber... It would take an hour to get through this section of cave...
There were three choices of entry ways... One would take them through the leftmost tunnel, one would take them up, and the right most would take them down...
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Nov 15, 2016 3:29:01 GMT -8
Kaylie knew that Feruzia had previously sent the hawk ahead to scout out the path, and she did her best to aim her thoughts at him.
Ummm, hi there. Feruzia sent you ahead right? Did you find anything or know which way we should go?"
Kaylie had no idea if the telepathic thing worked that simply, but at least everything happening was in her head, so Eloria wouldn't think she was too crazy.
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Nov 15, 2016 9:51:18 GMT -8
"Hmmmmmm..." As they came to a stop at the three-way split, she lifted up the map and began to study it closely, trying to discern if there was any way for sure they should be going. The map was fairly detailed, and Eloria had a good sense of direction (usually), but being underground was throwing that off somewhat. A sudden thought struck her, and she tilted her head back, looking up at Tempest hovering above.
"Hey Tempest, can you sense fresh air or wind or something coming from one of these?" The summon spirit, rather than answering an affirmative, zipped down to inspect the three tunnel openings closely.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Nov 18, 2016 17:25:34 GMT -8
The hawk answered morosely, "The fae are restless, something is unsettling them, but they know not of Mistress dying yet... I cannot understand or speak to them."
The wolf said, "Keep to the left if possible... It's the safest route." --- But there was a problem with that... The leftmost option was caved in... They would have to take one of the other two routes and try to find their way back on course.
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Nov 30, 2016 7:55:14 GMT -8
(Forgot I was up here, my bad all)
"The animals say that we should stay to the left as much as possible."
But then, of course, the left side was caved in. So what did that mean for them? They could still follow that rule, as what was previously the center passage became the new left passage.
"...which would mean we could take the center passage? Or switch it up and take the right passage?"
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Nov 30, 2016 9:09:35 GMT -8
"Damn. If this place were bigger, I could summon Quake and get him to clear the blockage.. but he's so big that he'd just wreck everything." This was muttered as she examined the two passages still available to them, before nodding.
"I think we should go with the center path, but leave a trail of proverbial breadcrumbs to help us find our way back if we need to." What she meant soon became clear as she gestured to Glow, who began to toss small spheres of light that hovered up above their heads. They would trace back down the path and to this spot, should they need to retrace their steps.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Dec 3, 2016 1:22:05 GMT -8
Things had been relatively easy for the party. Too easy. Something about the journey might grow comfortable, for another hour or so passed without incident. Eventually, the small group came upon another chamber, and would hear the sound of water echoing. The chamber was massive, though filled with challenging terrain for certain.  Bats swooped down as bats do, but they were harmless creatures. They swarmed, of course, and claws might yank at hair. They squeaked and flapped all over but the swarm would go elsewhere at some point. As the party progressed on, the air crackled with tension, and all seemed to go quiet... And then they would e able to see the waters ripple, and fins appear... Then fKBR2ZcN5-10 creatures would surround them.
 The maniacal looking fish anthromorphs seemed to grin evilly with their jagged teeth, their tridents looking particularly sharp. |
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Dec 3, 2016 6:47:47 GMT -8
Kaylie wrinkled her nose in disgust at the odor that was undoubtedly pouring off of these trident-wielding fish people.
"Disgusting," she muttered to herself as she nocked an arrow to her new bow and drew it, the shaft pointed unwaveringly at whichever of the fish people was the biggest.
"One chance to disappear back into the water. 3, 2, 1..."
If they charged she would let loose the arrow into the big one she was pointing it at. She gave no instructions to her new animal companions, still new to being linked with them.
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Dec 3, 2016 9:02:15 GMT -8
Eloria's nose wrinkled at the scent and sight of the fishmen, and she sighed, turning to her summon companions.
"Alright guys, you know the drill." Magnus and Glow nodded and soared up into the air alongside Tempest, taking up a triangle formation. Eloria soon followed, hovering just below the center of their cluster. And then all four of them began to charge their abilities, light emanating from the summons and a brilliant yellow glyph starting to form from Eloria's hands. She called out to Kaylie as this process began.
"Try to keep them busy until we can attack."
(Charge 1)
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Dec 3, 2016 9:09:46 GMT -8
The fish men hissed. Cael needed no command unless it was to fall back, she leaped to try and get at a throat, yelping when knocked back with an ungodly roid rage looking muscular arm. An arrow struck the breast of one creature, but it didn't embed because of the scales, though if it was an exploding arrow, the fish would take some burn damage. They made their advance, jabbing their tridents toward the party while grunting.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Dec 5, 2016 7:57:12 GMT -8
Well, the scales were tougher than her arrows were, and that was not good. She calmly knocked another arrow, feeling strangely defensive of her wolf who had been thrown back. This arrow was explosive, but rather than try and hit one of them with it, she aimed in front of them.
"I'll keep them as busy as I can!"
The arrow slammed into the ground in front of them, a mental warning going out to the wolf to get back. Rather than draw another arrow she would pull out her sword, holding that in one hand and not letting go of the bow with the other.
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Dec 5, 2016 10:42:53 GMT -8
With Eloria and her summons hovering up out of reach, the pint-sized divine emissary looked down at the fracas as her glyph finished forming. Then a torrent of attacks was unleashed: Tempest began channeling her magic into razor-sharp blades of wind that slashed at the fishmen, and Glow was casting little balls of light that zipped down around their heads and flashed brilliantly, attempting to disorient and/or blind them. Magus was using his abilities to heighten the power of everyone's magic, and Eloria's glyph flashed a bright yellow light as the spell finished and began to channel, bolts of lightning hurtling down from the hovering glyph to slam into the area in and around the fishmen. All of these spells would be channeled continuously, leaving Eloria and her summons unable to do anything else while focusing upon their attack.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Dec 5, 2016 17:33:18 GMT -8
The electricity spell did significant damage, the blinding light did some, but the scales of the fish men were tough and hard to penetrate. They launched with their own assault, each one going after each person/companion but one....
1)Eloria 2)Cael 3)Kylie 4)Tempest 5)Glow 6)Magus
0uRl_Es41-6 was left alone this round. Each prodded or jabbed with their tridents. 1-6
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Dec 7, 2016 5:10:49 GMT -8
As the fishmen walked by the arrow she slammed in the ground, it would detonate with enough force to at least stun one or two. Kaylie stayed close to Cael, hoping the wolf could watch her back while she parried the trident thrusts with her blade. She preferred her bow for attacking, her longsword just not having the reach she needed for it to hit the fish-faces.
"Here fishy fishy fishy! Bring that ugly mug over here!"
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Dec 7, 2016 9:54:06 GMT -8
The fishmen would have an exceptionally hard time reaching Eloria or her summons with their tridents, unless they hurled them up into the air, considering the divine emissary and her companions were hovering above the fray. Their magical assault continued, lights slamming into fishy faces with brilliant explosions of blinding illumination, and harsh blades of wind aiming for exposed soft flesh to gouge deeply, while lightning continued to slam into their scaled bodies with the crackle of electricity. Not for the first time in her long life, Eloria wished that she was in the company of a large berserker type, someone with a huge weapon and a proclivity toward smashing baddies mercilessly with it. They could be quite handy in situations like these.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Dec 8, 2016 9:56:06 GMT -8
One fell, then a second, and third... Then there was only one, and he raised his trident high... But stopped. There was an Oh-shit expression, then he loped away. The sound of very chilling growling could be heard from behind them. Crawling along the wall....... was a very scary.... very disgusting.......................... and very large creature.  The air took on a prolific odor of sulfur, and the temperature dropped to a bitter cold as the creature stalked the group. And then it let out a roar that sounded like it was made up of many roars. The effect of said roar would e profound, for Cael froze in place, temporarily petrified from the fear magic. |
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Dec 8, 2016 17:48:00 GMT -8
"Yeah you better run! Damn fish-people..."
Then the overwhelming fear hit her, and she dropped to her knees, longsword clattering to the ground out of her grip. Kaylie's bow remained in her left hand, years of habit instinctually preventing her from letting it go. She was no powerful mage, nor even particularly gifted in willpower after years of doing what she wanted, when she wanted. Hell, she had only received a semblance of responsibility for anything in the past few hours. She didn't scream, but her breath came out very ragged, and she seemed to be having difficulty forming words.
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Dec 9, 2016 9:52:26 GMT -8
The summons, being ethereal consciousnesses from another plane of existence, were unaffected by the fear magic. Eloria, on the other hand, yelped and completely lost her focus on her spell, huddling over and gripping the shaft of her broom with wide eyes as she looked at the creature in horror. The summons immediately moved to surround and protect their purple-haired friend as their attacks ceased, looking impassively at the horrific monster while Eloria tried to calm her pounding heart.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Eloria managed to squeak these words out despite the nearly panicked state of her breathing.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Dec 9, 2016 12:08:24 GMT -8
It leaped from the wall and landed in front of the group, it's slimy looking teeth opening to allow for not one, but two forked tongues to slither out and scent the air. It drew to it's full height of roughly 15 ft, gave another of those strange roars, and it would seem like the chamber shifted and wavered before their eyes until they'd see darkness... FEEL darkness... And know darkness.
Boss Fight Music "Thhhhheeeerrre isssss.... NOOOOwherrrrrrrrrrre...... to.... runnnnnnnnnnnnnn....." The voice was a mixture of many again, with underlying whispers. And the being would begin to play with them. It began to charge for it's first attacking spell (Charge 1) |
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Dec 12, 2016 5:50:58 GMT -8
Kaylie summoned up enough willpower to look up and try to rise, doing her best to ignore the fear that was pounding through her veins. She looked up, just in time to see the monstrosity, to feel the darkness. And it damn near overwhelmed her. She maintained her gaze but was frozen in fear, heedless even of the undoubtedly whimpering wolf next to her.
"I don't know...I can barely move."
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