Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 18, 2020 19:49:04 GMT -8
Jun desperately wished she could greet Vaelar, and only Vaelar through the maelstrom of activity. But there was so much to do and so little time, the best she could do was have a nearby guard dog give an affirming nod that he likely wouldn't notice. Jun smirked at Boscoe being Boscoe- She suddenly remembered Boscoe had human-like intelligence. Her mind continued to survey the battlefield, coordinating as much as she could. It was so difficult. So many magical energies intermingling, each customized to a different animal. It was like trying to make a stew by heating every droplet, trying to direct an army one fingernail at a time. Even Lum'Valia's mind split training hadn't prepared her for this. And yet, Boscoe had gotten the message. He was heading for the epicenter. Was Isra to be saved by a giant scorpion-lion-bat thing? Now, Jun had also noticed that her animal's holy flames weren't damaging the blue bloods. Tenacious bastards. And then she had a flashback. It seemed ages ago, when Jun, Alden, and Kaylie entered the forested keep, and Jun met the leader of the Set. She remembered she promised to refer to Gluttony as Gorilla Hips. She remembered taking a spear to the crotch and being turned into a pin cushion by light tracking arrows. It was not a very fun day. She remembered traps and sand golems. How did the sand golems work? Something about the Blue Bloods reminded her of them... That's IT! A POWER SOURCE! THERE'S A POWER SOURCE IN THE EPICENTER! SEARCH THE BUILDING IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THI-Her telepathic message to Boscoe, Vaelar, and Megan was interrupted by a stone clink just above Jun's head. Horror dawned in her heart, so deep that the emotion would probably leech into her final message. From having worked with Kaylie, she could sense what explosive arrows were like. ... Fuck you Slo- (Static)A substantial chunk of Jun's ambient magic suddenly dissipated like dust in the wind. In particular, it was the birds who were possessed by holy flames that lost their powers and started to fly off in a panic. But there were still a lot of animals and plants fighting back. Roaches, sparrows, dogs, vines, and bats continued to oppose the Blue Bloods and the two members of the Set. But no, the ambient spell had definitely lost some potency. What had happened? Was Jun still alive? Or did the spell simply have a lot of staying power regardless of what happened to the caster? |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on May 19, 2020 8:48:01 GMT -8
The air becomes colder as Megan had been charging a spell for a few seconds and she created a beam of frost magic which would grow into a tall ice wall. This solid ice wall had sharp growths of ice crystals which would poke anyone that tried to come close to it, it was long enough to divide the battlefield a bit with her impassable wall and as it had formed it froze any foes who were along the path. Megan hears the message until it is ended abruptly, she look around and sees the birds were flying away. The sorceress talks to her staff of illumination, "Eulux! Can you sense where that woman was?" Megan holds out the staff and it sniffs the air like a dog on the hunt. Would the staff be able to detect the location Jun of the Celadine ?
If Eulux has no success, then perhaps Megan Zachurr should look for the building Jun was talking about in her last message. She would look around at the buildings around to see if she could notice which building it was, If there was indeed a such a power source, Megan's staff will be able to find the building. |
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 9:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Jun 15, 2020 5:48:47 GMT -8
Tass was tiring out but he was still slashing and hacking at the dogs and the beasts that swooped down at him. When would this shit end? he wondered this to himself. Oh well, the blood spatter was satisfactory, and he gave a little giggle as he downed another dog. Then all of a sudden, the birds were in a panic of their own. Tass looked up at the sky and tilted his head.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
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Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Jul 2, 2020 20:34:26 GMT -8
Vaelar dashes toward his mount as he witnesses the growth of the already large warrior, and the manticore itself skids to a halt, so that Vaelar gains on it quickly. At the last moment, just before the axe impacts the beast, he leaps up to spring off of its back, and rockets into the air with his shield held high to block Wrath's swing.
As the great axe slams into the shield, Wrath will be surprised to feel an equal but opposite force slam him back, as the shield's reflective enchantments channel the majority of the kinetic energy of the swing back at its wielder.
Still, the impact sends Vaelar tumbling heavily downward, and he lands upon the ground with a clatter, the wind knocked from his lungs. The damage is minimal thanks to his heavy and well-crafted armour, but he takes a few moments to recover, and before he can rise to his feet again, a shockwave of hot wind knocks him off his feet and he clatters back down.
He gazes in horror at the place where Jun had been hiding. He tosses the dented bascinet off his head, revealing a long tangle of snow white hair that flows resplendent down to his shoulders.
"No!" he shouts, at whatever gods may be listening. "You can't take her! Not yet!"
His expression is one of pure rage as he dashes off toward Jun's refuge, brutally hacking away at any blue bloods that get in his way and slaughtering them with vengeful effectiveness.
The manticore, meanwhile, decides that perhaps the ground is not the best place for him at the moment, and takes to the air, swooping down at opportunistic targets rather than involving itself in the thick of battle.
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Storyteller
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Registered: Jan 22, 2019 10:58:11 GMT -8
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 9, 2020 8:56:18 GMT -8
Things were looking grim at the moment. There was no trace of Jun of the Celadine, she may well have been dead after the massive blast that had caved in the tunnel. Made more likely as her hold on the vermin of the city begins to fade. The defenders, already on the back foot with many of the guards having fled, were now alone against The Blue Bloods who were still thick within the streets and they were determined to cleanse the area.
Megan's staff had no luck in sniffing out either Jun or the rune. While such a rune did exist it was shielded from magical detection, the only hope those gathered had of finding it was to do as Jun had and tackle the problem from a different angle. If they could get a feeling for the scope of the area of effect then they could pin-point the epicentre and from there the rune. Or if they could think of another solution that might work. But simple magical detection was insufficient. Megan also had her own problems as a hoard of Blue Bloods comes descending upon her ready to rip her limb from limb.
Wrath had not been expecting the enchantments from the shield and it was effective. The massive giant was blown from his feet his great axe spiralling away and slamming into a building. But even with all his size and bulk Wrath was a superlative weapon of war. He returned to his feet almost as quickly as Vaelar and moving with a speed that should have been impossible at his size the monster rushes across the Bazaar and snatches up the weapon. He then turns his attention back to the manticore tracking its movements waiting for it to dive down at a target before darting forward with an expertly timed blow to swat the creature from the air.
Vaelar was certainly an imposing figure and against any lone or singular Blue Blood he had no need to fear. But his charge to get to Jun's last position put him right into the thick of a hoard and even the most talented knight could be overwhelmed. For everyone, he cut down two seemed to take their place and it was only a matter of time before they managed to latch onto him, dragging him down and tore him apart. The reality was simple if the defenders did not break the rune fueling the Blue Blood madness then they would be drowned underneath sheer numbers. Made even worse by the fact that they did not know about Sloth who was still hidden in the shadows ready to launch yet another devastating blow.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 9, 2020 12:28:13 GMT -8
The arrow's blast had left a large, concave dent in the earth. On one end was a large drop off that, when looking down, opened into a odorous sewer tunnel. At the other end was a slope composed entirely of jagged chunks of rock and debris. As Vaelar fought his way towards the rubble, the rocks would shiver and bulge. Then, a large black mass would burst out of the pile, with such force that chunks of rock would fly several meters in different directions. Blackbean's anguished cry would likely distract the Blue Bloods and grab Vaelar's attention, just enough for him to have the presence of mind to grab the object that Blackbean tossed towards Vaelar's feet with its beak. It was a small scroll with an inscription on it. The massive crow, whose cataphract armor tore away from it with bloody feathers and entangled into the rubble, then collapsed. Its head splashed into a small stream of piss water and it lay there, prone. Its chest heaved rapidly and its bulging eyes glimmered in the sun. More blood dripped from its wings and mixed into the water. Jun's magic continued to fade away. The dogs, still fighting back, were now doing so with enamel teeth and vulnerable bones. Most of the other animals, especially insects, were becoming lost and disoriented. Though one particularly brave hummingbird continued to hunt Sloth's eyeball with a passion. The scroll, pulsating with magic, seemed to beg Vaelar to open it immediately. Remember my sense of humor, love Vaelar was angry. Vaelar was anguished. Vaelar's blood was boiling. Jun's school of magic interpreted this as the sword of yin. Darkness was the defender of the self. It was not evil. In fact, Vaelar would need it now more than ever. Thick black vines coiled up from within the scroll. Yes, get angry. The city needs you to get angry. The vines darted up his arms like snakes, depositing a hot, red, vicious magic into him. Fight back. Fight with everything you've got. Tear the earth apart with your tears of anguish. Let your heart burn. Thick black orchids sprouted in the gaps of his armor. He'd feel his heart race and then steady, his senses sharpen, his strength increase, his muscles twitching like lightning. A harsh buzzing cascaded out from the sewer tunnel. A cloud of blackness floated up and towards him. With every furious breath Vaelar took, the cloud would expand and contract. Their wing beats deafened. In addition to his strength and speed increases, Vaelar was now lord of the flies. The tiny, but innumerable, allies were under his control, at least for now. While only a fraction of what Jun herself could offer, her final gift to Vaelar was not to be underestimated. Meanwhile, a dazed and mangled Jun hobbled through the back end of the sewer network, away from where the explosion had been. Emitting more blood than mana, she none-the-less struggled to find a path underground towards the epicenter. But the odds of her getting there before the heroes on the surface did were slim. And her magic was nearly unusable now, lest she risk a second strike from Sloth's bow. |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Jul 9, 2020 18:02:16 GMT -8
Eulux grumbled in response after trying to get a scent of the rune. Megan is shocked that her staff could not detect it, "What? How? You've never not sensed somethin'. Damn it!" Megan turned her attention back to the battle as Bluebloods were surrounding her, She swings Eulux all the way around in a circle and creates a ring of frost to ensnare the enemies approaching her then spins again to send ice shards to impale those she ensnared. Having a moment of time, Megan crouches down and leap into the air, riding Eulux higher up into the sky to get an aerial view of the city and surveys the battlefield. It looks hopeless, it made her want to cry, what was she supposed to do? She had much doubt in herself that she could make enough of an impact. "Oh Uncle... What do I do?" The epicenter, a building in the center of all this. Megan looks at the buildings but also what the Bluebloods were doing and how they were moving around the area that is affected. KRA-KRAK!
For just an instant, Megan sees the lightning bolt and comes to a realization. "Uncle Levi? Was that you?" If this was indeed a message from beyond, she couldn't ignore it! Megan looks to where the lightning bolt had pointed to and she starts to see what's going on, she noticed that the Rioting Bluebloods were more concentrated around a few blocks while not being as present outside of that area. She could see the Riots were focused around a 3 areas that overlapped a little in their spheres of influence, The bazaar, the central plaza and a certain section of the city streets. From her position high in the sky she could see it clearly now, the epicenter of the activity in her current area. Finding renewed resolve, Megan quickly triangulates where the center of this riot was in the bazaar and directs Eulux to dive down to the location. While flying down she gathers her magic to get ready to re-enter the battlefield, if it was realized she knew where to go they would surely try to stop her. She reaches her hand forward and freezes more and more of the air around her to create layers of ice to shield and protect her as she attempts to crash down on the location at the epicenter of the riot, like an icy comet. Thank you, Levi. You've inspired me when I felt lost, I promise to see this through. If I fail, may I join you in the hall of heroes. |
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Jul 12, 2020 10:05:44 GMT -8
The blast revealing Jun's location changed Dart's focus. Now that's where that pesky magic user has been hiding. Dart scoffs as she sees the knight rushing towards the wreckage. Dart decides that if the next arrow was as skillfully aimed as the first maybe it'll take down two birds with one stone, and she for sure doesn't want to be one of the unlucky ones in the blast zone.
Suddenly an ark of lightning streaks across the sky. Dart didn't feel the presence of rain, but nonetheless she spots another fun plaything sitting on her trusty staff as she dives into the crowd. This is the perfect chance for Dart to get to her. She observes the mage's magic as it begins to freeze the other bluebloods as Dart weaves through the crowd closing the distance between them. She seems to be diving down and gaining even more speed as she goes. Dart watches the ice around her thickens.
Dart doesn't know the range of her magic but for now, Dart looks around to see if there's some way to slow down or even stop her from crashing into the other bluebloods. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" she yells towards the ones underneath the ice balls course of destruction. Dart spots a piece of rope and ties it to a dagger before throwing the blade and implanting it in the ice ball. She pulls hard on the attached rope hoping to redirect the ice ball elsewhere. The worst-case scenario is she won't have enough strength and get dragged towards the ice ball but if that comes to be, Dart always has another plan up her sleeve.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Jul 29, 2020 20:25:04 GMT -8
At first Vaelar thinks he'll be overrun, and the sensation that this may be his last moment quickens his heart and pumps him full of adrenaline. He gives the blue bloods a nasty fight, like a cornered animal tearing at the hunter with tooth and claw, but he feels his armour being dented and battered, and one of his pauldrons is ripped off entirely, exposing the chain underneath to the air. He lets out a vicious shout as he slices a man from hip to shoulder, just before being shoved to his knees by the unending tide of altered flesh. He holds his shield over him as the battering continues, but he knows it is hopeless. He stretches out a hand to grasp the scroll.
Then, the rush of magical fury comes. His body quite suddenly feels stronger than it ever has, and his heart quickens with hot, unbridled rage. He pushes himself to his feet with a terrifying shout, flinging the blue bloods away with a sweep of his shield. He bangs his sword against his shield and dares them to come close and die with shouted jeers and taunts. The power is with him, now, and the words of his Jun echo in his mind, stoking the flames of his passion.
Vaelar takes to this new power well. He is not unfamiliar with the red battle rage that turns the chaos of battle into a slow, brutal dance, where action comes before thought and the strikes of the enemy seem clumsy and ponderous. This is simply that, but tenfold. His thoughts are whitened out by the rush of power and anger that flows into him, and his face contorts into a monstrous grin.
Blue bloods come at him in a rush, but they may as well be wading through molasses. Vaelar ducks one swipe of an arm and takes it off at the elbow in one swift movement, before parrying another strike with his shield, sending the man flying with the magically redirected force of the blow. He punches another in the face with his mithril-plated prosthetic, caving his head in grotesquely. Then, a thought penetrates the haze and he turns his attention to the direction in which Jun's telepathic messages push him.
He is barely conscious of why he sets off this way -- his heart tells him to stay and fight and kill all of these drug-afflicted men -- but he goes anyway, kicking and punching and slicing and battering his way through the crowd like the prow of a ship cutting through water. With Jun's magic, he has become unstoppable. A scythe gouges his left shoulder where the plate of his pauldron has been peeled back, but it is not a deep wound because of the chain underlay. The pain hardly registers, and he decapitates the perpetrator in a savage yet skillful stroke. He will make them pay for Jun, whatever it takes. He has to get to the epicenter. He has to make them pay.
Boscoe, the manticore, quickly becomes wary of Wrath's axe, and after a few very close calls -- one of which glances off the beast and sends him spiraling down for several feet before he can right himself -- he decides it might be a better use of his time to try and find the epicenter that has been magically etched into his intelligent mind. He flaps until he is just below the clouds and scans the ground below, following Vaelar's path.
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Storyteller
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Registered: Jan 22, 2019 10:58:11 GMT -8
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 9, 2020 8:56:20 GMT -8
The manticore took a beating before it decided to stop tempting Wrath. Something that made the giant bellow with rage for a few moments. The sound of his roars would have sent shivers down most people's spines but the Bazaar was all but lost at this point. The only people left were the heroes too brave to flee and the blue bloods too mad to stop. They were a mindless relentless hoard power running through their veins as they fought harder, stronger, and faster than any mortal should have been able to.
Already, the magic that was making them a match for the city guards was starting to burn them up. Enhanced strength, speed, and durability would take its toll regardless but for some, it was already too late. Bodies were hitting the streets, the magic having used up their life energy until every last ounce of it was gone. When that happened it was as though all the moisture in their body was sucked out at once as they become desiccated corpses.
The effect was only hitting the older blue bloods at the moment. But soon the young would start dropping and from there the battle would be over. Something needed to change and it appeared as though it was about to with some intervention from beyond the grave.
Megan's target was a medium-sized fountain, used for washing of hands or getting a free drink of water, built into the side of a little restaurant. The faint glow of the large rune that had been carved into the water at the bottom of the fountain was easy to miss in the light of day. The carving so intricate it was easy to think it had always been part of the water feature. Hidden in plain sight such arrogance but it had worked for quite a while.
Of course, anyone versed with basic rune craft might have told Megan that crashing into it wasn't the best of ideas. Stopping rune magic was quite easy, if you defaced the runes in anyway then the magic would stop working. However, when you used this method you were also letting all the stored energy inside of the runes out all at once. For minor workings, this wasn't usually an issue but for a working that was effecting blocks of a city?
The explosion was massive. Raw magical energy released as Megan cracked the stone of the fountain breaking the runic circuit at the bottom. The restaurant was reduced to rubble as was the building on the other side of the street. A magical shockwave cracking out like a roar of thunder knocking down anyone within a hundred feet. They were the lucky ones as those closer were shredded by the stone shrapnel. Megan's layers of ice might have provided some protection but would it be enough?
Before the explosion even finished echoing through the streets the effects were seen. Blue Bloods drop to the ground as the physical toll they'd been putting their bodies through hits them all at once. Most fall unconscious, those that don't are too exhausted to move. Of course, this was a blessing since it was better than dealing immediately with the psychological trauma of realizing that you had killed friends, family, and innocent people in a rage you couldn't control.
Wrath, who had been on the other side of the plaza when the explosion occurred looked over at the wreckage watching as the bodies fall to the ground. Some voice in the back of the monsters head told him that this was the point where he was supposed to flee. However, he has no interest in that voice as he brings a massive foot down into a random person's torso crushing them flat.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Aug 9, 2020 11:36:34 GMT -8
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(LUCKY!)
As the Ice Ball approaches collision, there is a dagger thrown at it with a rope attached, it sticks into the ice but when Dart tries to yank it, the Ice Ball doesn't veer off course enough and it still crashes right into the fountain. The stone cracked and water shoots up in a jet, started to freeze briefly before the magical shockwave shatters it again. The Iceball ends it's crash course into the wall of the destroyed building and it would start breaking apart. Not long after the crash, the ice began to drip water on the ground as Megan released her magic to thaw the ice and let her climb out of the wreckage.
"What happened? Did it work?" Megan looked around but couldn't see much with all the dust and cold fog rolling through the atmosphere, Enemies could be coming to find her. The mage climbs up what remains of some stairs halfway up to the next floor and then jumps to pull herself up into a ledge. While up here she waits to gather her strength back up, She was tired and her breathing was clearly visible with the cold surrounding her. Megan started flexing her muscles to get lactic acid moving through her, much of her body felt numb and she couldn't tell if she had any injuries or not. Unaware of what was happening outside, the sorceress waits for the enemy to come for her.1-20
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Aug 19, 2020 10:59:30 GMT -8
The concussive force of the mana explosion brought her to her knees. Half prostrated, hands covered in blood and sewer slime, she struggled to keep her breath steady.
Then the water started soaking through the knees and shins of her padded armor, and she felt the wet cold creeping towards her thighs, threatening her undergarments.
"Ew ew ew!" She jolted up and then collapsed against the significantly drier sidewall. "Ugh, I'm going to get infected after this. Can't even heal."
Seriously, f*ck Sloth.
She lay there, thinking bitterly about the horrific nature of her enemies. They used addiction to prey on the vulnerable, who, in turn, destroyed the city. Of course, this must have been Pride's scheme. It was the scheme of a kidnapper and murderer of children, the one who made Alden a killing machine. How ironic that demons and dragons should be feared and reviled in a world where the evilest individuals always turned out to be human.
"Blackbean." She wept. "Hang in there."
She could vaguely sense Meghan's presence. The girl was immensely powerful. There was always a shred of solidarity to be found in a fellow female caster.
Jun blinked.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Her hand snapped to her side, and she drew out an azure blue longsword. Meghan was a spellcaster. If Sloth had another explosive arrow on him-
No, she refused to let that happen. She needed to take a risk. It seemed like the Blue Bloods were defeated, so maybe she wouldn't be spotted. She grabbed a seed from a pouch on her gambeson and stuck it to Resonance like a little blob of chewing gum. The faintest bit of magic flowed from her body into the seed, and Resonance itself started to glow. "Easy, wait until you get outside." She forced her hobbled legs towards the nearest sewer grate so she could toss the sword out into Isra's streets.
It'd land with a clatter onto the stone. Jun shuffled away while trying to focus her will onto the sword remotely. After a few seconds, it would begin to shine like a beacon of mana, and hopefully serve as a sort of decoy in case Sloth was lurking for a priority target.
Of course, the sword wouldn't remain idle. Some of the surrounding mana from the explosion would begin absorbing into the seed Jun had pasted onto it. Resonance itself would lend its power. And it would start sprouting.
It felt awkward leaving an important weapon behind, but she knew she couldn't survive another explosive arrow blast, especially since Blackbean wasn't around to shield her. She cursed herself for not being at full strength. But then she reminded herself that Vaelar wouldn't want her to curse herself.
Speaking of which,
As Vaelar's empowered form tore through the maddened crowds, thick, ropey trails of flies escorted him. They latched onto eyeballs and thundered against eardrums, making it exceeding hard to steel oneself against Vaelar's strikes.
When the Blue Bloods finally lost power, the flies, as if conscious of the change in the air, stopped attacking. Instead, they floated triumphantly around Vaelar like a menacing fog. There was a slight bulge to the shape they made around him, however, a sort of magnetic attraction. They were pointing in the direction of thundering footfalls and continued screaming. There was one last opponent left to face. And he was a wrathful one.
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