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[+Sorana]

1 hour ago, I think I am here. said:

Althea, Max said as all sound disappeared. Did they make you deaf as well? They may not have been able to speak with their mouths, but they had always had another way to talk.

The leader rushed forward and with Sethramir Max cut a square hole in the ground underneath where he stood and dropped to the floor below the rooftop, ducking underneath the Leader’s attack.

She moves fast, he said to Althea. What if you soulcast a wall right where she tries to run too?

Her full name. He was using her full name. It sounded strange, coming from him and it occupied her for a moment, the raging strom blowing her thoughts on that minor, unimportant detail, like a leaf in the wind. He hadn't used her full name in a while. Max dropped inside of the building, but for now she stayed outside in the storm, slowly pushed herself back up to her feet, swayed in the wind. It was fine. The storm was her friend. It was glorious. Somewhere a gap in the storm appeared and she looked at it disappointed. If it spread it would mean, that she would have to let the storm go, leave it alone. With a curse she snapped herself out of her reverie and concentrated again. A wall. Sure. It was but a thought and a wall appeared right in front of the woman.

Only then did she start to think about his other words, her htoughts already distracted by the storm again. The storm was good, it kept tham at bay, held them back. It was stronger, a place to escape the memories. If it vanished she still had what she'd stored so far, and after that - goosebumps covered her arms, when she steered her thoughts away from the memories again. Cities on the verge of destruction weren't exactly her forte. But at least nothing was burning anymore. Maybe that would help as well. Maybe. She flinched when she a loud crash somewhere behind. Or maybe not. It was a different city, a different building, a different year. Giving up she quickly threw her thoughts into the storm again, touched the rain, the roof with her mind. The spren. It was good that they were here. Spren were good. They were real.

@RayOfSunshine

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Mike stared at him wideeyed for a moment, then nodded, when the pressure in his soul subsided.

"It's easier here. They are weaker without the storm."

He told Wes and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pressed it between his hands to get rid of the water. It was slightly useless, more a gesture to keep his hands occupied, than really aiming for an effect. He was soaked completely.

"Thanks Wes. Upstairs isn't it? I'll try to keep them back, I promise."

[+ZincAboutIt]

Lita watched Laurelai compose her features back into their typical careful, cool arrangement and felt her own smile turn a bit devious. The Storm was still tearing through the city, and the streets were dangerous. As Laurelai had said - there may yet be some lingering monsters out there, or the approaching hoard might begin trickling into the city in earnest. Lita had never been one to walk into a warzone. And yet...

She looked down at the spike peeking out between her ribs, the ache still hot and fresh, stoked by her light burn of Tin. I'm hardly the same girl that I was two years ago. Hell, she was hardly the same girl she was two days ago. Lita checked the new metal reserve within her, assessing that she still had a decent chunk of Pewter left, especially if she didn't keep it burning. She slid the Coin out of her pocket and pushed it back into her sock, feeling the cool weight of the metal press against her ankle, ready should she need to tap Gold, or make a hasty getaway back into the Alleys. For what was possibly the first time in several years, despite her pain, despite her fear and the fact that the city was an open battle ground, Lita actually felt a modicum of safety. Of control.

My new reality indeed. Lita stepped forward, taking Laurelai's outstretched hand and walking towards the mouth of the alleyway. The woman's fingers were cold, slender, and slick with rain, but rusts there was such a simple glory in just touching another person. Contact, familiarity. Friendship, maybe. Maybe. Lita smiled again as they left the alley.

"It is a lovely day for a walk," she remarked, making sure to raise her voice a little louder than seemed necessary to her own Tin-enhanced ears. Out in the rain, it would be much harder for Laurelai to hear her. She wasn't speaking with the Stranger any longer - it wouldn't do to murmur and whisper into the howling squall. The wind whipped more hair out of her braid, and she imagined what they must look like: two young women, hair in ragged tangles, soaking wet, at least one of them bloodstained, casually strolling through an apocalypse. 

Lita giggled, and then the giggle spiraled into something louder. She laughed in truth, looking over at Laurelai, then up at the Storm, groaning as the motion jarred her new spike. But it was all just so absurd. "One good thing about a day like today," Lita said between giggles. "I'm pretty sure we'll find plenty of open seats at the Tavern."

@Voidus 

[+Ark1002]

On 7/28/2019 at 11:49 AM, Truthless of Shinovar said:

Tels continued his arc towards the Scorlionmanbat’s face, then at the last second, dropped down, rolled on the ground beneath its legs, and shot up ribbons of sand to pierce the thing’s wings. Smaller ribbons, this time, meant to cut and slash. Other ribbons rose up around the wings, where they began to plunge down. The wing trick wouldn’t work this time; the beast could only flap one way to get rid of some of the sand, but the other side would be exposed.

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Captain Rick H. Sharpe should’ve been dead. The beast had stepped directly on him, crushing bones and organs in such a manner that it would’ve killed any other man. Luckily, being a Stonewarden had its perks, such as being able to heal from a injury like that almost instantly. Sharpe looked to his companions and grimaced. Both were dead, and a mess to boot. He trusted the man Tels; he had been sent by Althea, and Sharpe knew her judgement was far better than his own. But mistakes like this would get them no where. 

Sharpe inhaled stormlight from the spheres in his pouch, then touched the ground, making it churn and boil, trapping the thing’s leg. As he did so, the gun fire ceased, for it seemed that most of the bullets were just bouncing back, hitting some of the men. Sharpe cursed, and yelled out a command for the troops to back up a little bit. Sharpe himself ripped off a piece of cloth from his shirt and used Cohesion to make it stand rigid. The edge was now as sharp as a razor blade, and Sharpe swung with all his might towards the beast’s leg.

@RayOfSunshine

The three tails rushed underneath, any stream they touched turning black and falling. One stream hit the wing, and the creature howled. But now three massive scorpion tails, fast and strong, were rushing toward Tels.

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The thing pulled it's foot out of the stone, a massive portion of sidewalk and road ripping out of the ground. As the cloth came towards it's foot, it swung the chunk of cement, a massive leg moving quickly towards him.

23 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln made another notation in the notebook. "Could you tell me more about this Dark Phoenix? How is it related to the other, and why was it trying to destroy PlasmaCore?"

 

He nodded. "In a second." He pushed a button on his sleeve, and a feminine voice echoed through the room. "Landing in thirty seconds. Confirm?" John spoke clearly.

"Prisoner safe. Landing confirmed."

The room shook, and the wall opened up, revealing a long hallway, all lined with aluminum. He stepped out. "Follow quickly, or we'll be forced to tie you up."

21 hours ago, kenod said:

Aylitha smiled when the tentacle managed to touch the wound. Even when it was ripped away a few cells would remain, would eat into the flesh and multiply. A disease it was, really. Of course, it would take time for it to work its magic, and the leader would probably kill everyone else in the mean time, but still, her fate wouldn't be pretty either. Unless she found a cure, of course. 

Smiling she rose out of the filth in front of the leader as she came running in, holding a white Glaive. She swung it at her, aiming down at her shoulder, trying to intercept her before she could get any further.

The leaders fist came up, and a brilliant line of fire shot out, the fire so hot it was blue. Then she jumped, over Aylitha, blood falling onto her from above.

6 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Althea, Max said as all sound disappeared. Did they make you deaf as well? They may not have been able to speak with their mouths, but they had always had another way to talk.

The leader rushed forward and with Sethramir Max cut a square hole in the ground underneath where he stood and dropped to the floor below the rooftop, ducking underneath the Leader’s attack.

She moves fast, he said to Althea. What if you soulcast a wall right where she tries to run too?

A hole. The leader dropped into it, rolling. "Your city will die. If nothing else, this I know."

5 hours ago, Voidus said:

"Well if I know this city half as well as I think I do." Laurelai began. "All the taverns have probably been destroyed already. They do seem to have around the same life expectancy as an overly trusting citizen walking into a dark Alley."

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Heh.

4 hours ago, Sorana said:

Her full name. He was using her full name. It sounded strange, coming from him and it occupied her for a moment, the raging strom blowing her thoughts on that minor, unimportant detail, like a leaf in the wind. He hadn't used her full name in a while. Max dropped inside of the building, but for now she stayed outside in the storm, slowly pushed herself back up to her feet, swayed in the wind. It was fine. The storm was her friend. It was glorious. Somewhere a gap in the storm appeared and she looked at it disappointed. If it spread it would mean, that she would have to let the storm go, leave it alone. With a curse she snapped herself out of her reverie and concentrated again. A wall. Sure. It was but a thought and a wall appeared right in front of the woman.

Only then did she start to think about his other words, her htoughts already distracted by the storm again. The storm was good, it kept tham at bay, held them back. It was stronger, a place to escape the memories. If it vanished she still had what she'd stored so far, and after that - goosebumps covered her arms, when she steered her thoughts away from the memories again. Cities on the verge of destruction weren't exactly her forte. But at least nothing was burning anymore. Maybe that would help as well. Maybe. She flinched when she a loud crash somewhere behind. Or maybe not. It was a different city, a different building, a different year. Giving up she quickly threw her thoughts into the storm again, touched the rain, the roof with her mind. The spren. It was good that they were here. Spren were good. They were real.

@RayOfSunshine

 

The leader paused where she stood, she prepared to use the storm rushing within her, to do something she hadn't been authorized to do unless it looked like she was losing.

She was going to soulcast every last one of them into metal. Aluminum probably, just in case.

She got ready and...

the storm broke. Now the stormlight was limited, and she didn't have enough. She growled, and swung her bladed chains at Max's face and legs, each going quickly, the blades on track. Even if he dodged, he would probably get chained up.

But there was no sure way of knowing.

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THE ALLEYSTORM HAS BROKEN! INVESTITURE IS FINITE.

 

[Rushu42]

10 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

He nodded. "In a second." He pushed a button on his sleeve, and a feminine voice echoed through the room. "Landing in thirty seconds. Confirm?" John spoke clearly.

"Prisoner safe. Landing confirmed."

The room shook, and the wall opened up, revealing a long hallway, all lined with aluminum. He stepped out. "Follow quickly, or we'll be forced to tie you up."

Aln followed quickly, taking in her surroundings as she did so. Then she cocked her head. Either it's the aluminum, or the Alleystorm just broke, she realized, and her thoughts went back to those still fighting on the roof. I wonder how that will affect the outcome.

[Truthless of Shinovar]

53 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The three tails rushed underneath, any stream they touched turning black and falling. One stream hit the wing, and the creature howled. But now three massive scorpion tails, fast and strong, were rushing toward Tels.

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The thing pulled it's foot out of the stone, a massive portion of sidewalk and road ripping out of the ground. As the cloth came towards it's foot, it swung the chunk of cement, a massive leg moving quickly towards him.

Tels nimbly dodged out of the way, almost not fast enough. The barb of one of the tails had torn through part of his shirt, coming dangerously close to his skin. Tels had a hunch that even being nicked by something like that would prove deadly. The creature seemed pained by the wound in its wing, so that was were Tels would try and strike the hardest. He would try and distract it so that Sharpe could do some more serious damage underneath. As Tels lept into the air and began to fly above the creature’s head, something changed. The Alleystorm had seemingly stopped, which could only be bad news. He would have to much more careful with his sand now; it wouldn’t last forever.

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Instead of trying to dodge the rapidly approaching leg, Sharpe instead decided to simply embrace it. Literally. He jumped onto its leg, stormlight healing any wounds, and proceeded to slash it up with his blade. He was surprised when the storm stopped though... that was a lot sooner than expected.

[kenod]

18 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The leaders fist came up, and a brilliant line of fire shot out, the fire so hot it was blue. Then she jumped, over Aylitha, blood falling onto her from above.

Aylitha felt the lance of fire pierce her chest, burning it to ashes. The heat spread through her body, burning those cells as well. The filth around her feet drew back as fast as possible, trying to avoid the heat. Other parts of her body, those furthest away from the flame, got reabsorbed before they could get destroyed, some of the matter getting lost when her storage filled up. She drew away from the leader, getting away from her, trying to avoid the heat, the scorching flames, the hated fire. She would kill her for making her feel like this, kill her slowly. She focused on the cells remaining on the wound, and slowly it grew into a small black patch, eating away at the wound. Too slow. Matter left from the roof, vanishing back to her other body. A small amount remained, growing into a new body, away from the leader this time. Holding a knife in her hand she ran towards one of the other soldiers.

[+Ark1002]

4 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln followed quickly, taking in her surroundings as she did so. Then she cocked her head. Either it's the aluminum, or the Alleystorm just broke, she realized, and her thoughts went back to those still fighting on the roof. I wonder how that will affect the outcome.

He nodded to a room that resembled a cell with a desk. "Sit."

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3 hours ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

Tels nimbly dodged out of the way, almost not fast enough. The barb of one of the tails had torn through part of his shirt, coming dangerously close to his skin. Tels had a hunch that even being nicked by something like that would prove deadly. The creature seemed pained by the wound in its wing, so that was were Tels would try and strike the hardest. He would try and distract it so that Sharpe could do some more serious damage underneath. As Tels lept into the air and began to fly above the creature’s head, something changed. The Alleystorm had seemingly stopped, which could only be bad news. He would have to much more careful with his sand now; it wouldn’t last forever.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Instead of trying to dodge the rapidly approaching leg, Sharpe instead decided to simply embrace it. Literally. He jumped onto its leg, stormlight healing any wounds, and proceeded to slash it up with his blade. He was surprised when the storm stopped though... that was a lot sooner than expected.

The creature jumped upward, wings beating, and it's mandibles closed, two blades twice the size of Tels closing in on him.

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The blade bounced off a plate, then, when it came back, hit only a small amount of flesh before another plate.

3 hours ago, kenod said:

Aylitha felt the lance of fire pierce her chest, burning it to ashes. The heat spread through her body, burning those cells as well. The filth around her feet drew back as fast as possible, trying to avoid the heat. Other parts of her body, those furthest away from the flame, got reabsorbed before they could get destroyed, some of the matter getting lost when her storage filled up. She drew away from the leader, getting away from her, trying to avoid the heat, the scorching flames, the hated fire. She would kill her for making her feel like this, kill her slowly. She focused on the cells remaining on the wound, and slowly it grew into a small black patch, eating away at the wound. Too slow. Matter left from the roof, vanishing back to her other body. A small amount remained, growing into a new body, away from the leader this time. Holding a knife in her hand she ran towards one of the other soldiers.

The soldier, Grunt #2, was facing the wrong way, completely unaware of the attack. No sound was echoing from the steps, so it had no way of knowing.

[Rushu42]

41 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

He nodded to a room that resembled a cell with a desk. "Sit."

Aln sat behind the desk, gazing around the room. Her fingers went instinctively to the worn spanreed in her pocket, although she knew that, given the aluminium around her, it would surely be useless. She had, unfortunately, been in similar situations before, and she knew that the best thing to do at the moment would be to wait and observe. So she did.

[kenod]

9 hours ago, RayOfSunshine said:

He nodded to a room that resembled a cell with a desk. "Sit."

The creature jumped upward, wings beating, and it's mandibles closed, two blades twice the size of Tels closing in on him.

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The blade bounced off a plate, then, when it came back, hit only a small amount of flesh before another plate.

The soldier, Grunt #2, was facing the wrong way, completely unaware of the attack. No sound was echoing from the steps, so it had no way of knowing.

Aylitha smiled when the grunt failed to notice her. She ran towards his back, stabbing her knife down at his neck, black poison running down the blade.

[Truthless of Shinovar]

13 hours ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The creature jumped upward, wings beating, and it's mandibles closed, two blades twice the size of Tels closing in on him.

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The blade bounced off a plate, then, when it came back, hit only a small amount of flesh before another plate.

Tels shot up with a burst of sand, then landed on top of the creature’s head, dashing across to the left wing, streams of sand ready to puncture it. He remained wary of any tails that might shoot towards him; his hope was that he could dodge out of the way and cause the beast to stab itself.

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Sharpe focused on the piece of flesh that he had cut,  forced his blade into the section, and twisted.

[+Sorana]

The storm broke. Althea tilted her head upwards to catch the last drops of rain, the gusts of the wind, then she looked downwards, to where Max was fighting. He and Aylitha seemed to make progress and so she took a moment to calm down to find her center again. The storm. She loved the storm, but its effect on her was always unsettling. So many distractions, so many thoughts crossing her mind without any prioritization.

She looked down towards the ongoing fight and as it seemed that they didn't need her - or rather, as she wasn't really sure what to do to help without hitting Aylitha or Max she took a moment to check her reports. It looked worse than she hoped, better than she expected. But then she had expected the worst case. Quickly she renewed some orders, dispatched her troops more efficiently and then she finally lifted her eyes, saw the city. It wasn't burning anymore. At least not on a large scale. The rain had drenched everything. Now without the storm obscuring all noises she could hear the fighting again, the screams, the shouting. Guns and the clatter of weapons. She swallowed, wrapped her thoughts around the stormlight she had inhaled. Her body was still glowing, for now she was good. Maybe everything was over once she ran out. Her hands shook slightly while she continued to stare at the destruction. She had thought it was over, that she ahd left it behind. That she had overcome her fears, the nightmares. She had planed to light a candle again soon and do nothing but look at the flame. Take this step. Get better. Face her trauma and go on. Somewhere she heard the noise of a building crashing, and she smelled again the clean air of the room where she had lost Max, where Septhis and taken her memories, her mind and twisted it around -

Grateful for the rain she fled the roof, elsecalled down to Max, made sure she kept some distance. She wished she could touched him, make sure that he was real, that nobody was playing tricks with her mind. That he was here. Instead she tugged on their bond, placed a hand on a wall close by. The bond was here. Max was here. The wall was here. She had to be strong, had to fight her memories. She had spent so much time trying to avoid them, so much time shivvering in a corner when they took over, when they yanked her back to these endless hours of fire and blood and fear and pain. She had to go on. Had to find a way to live with what happened. Her fingers pressed against the wall. It was real, what was happening at the moment was real.

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I already mentioned it, but I will be more or less gone for the rest of the week. I might check now and then via mobile, maybe write a post or two, but I definitely won't post here. Both Althea and Mike take some time to get right and hit their tone, especially in the current situation and I know I won't be able to do this during the next days.

Itiah agreed to take over my characters in this thread, and I tried to keep Althea more or less passive during my last posts, to gently remove her from the fight, so that I don't leave a large gap.

 

[+Ark1002]

17 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln sat behind the desk, gazing around the room. Her fingers went instinctively to the worn spanreed in her pocket, although she knew that, given the aluminium around her, it would surely be useless. She had, unfortunately, been in similar situations before, and she knew that the best thing to do at the moment would be to wait and observe. So she did.

John grabbed her hands, putting manacles on her.

"Sorry about the precaution. Can't have you escaping right now."

He sat down and leaned forward, fingers laced together in front of him.

"Why were you on that rooftop?"

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Sorry about the minor godmodding, I just wanted to save some time. If it's not fine, I'll change it.

8 hours ago, kenod said:

Aylitha smiled when the grunt failed to notice her. She ran towards his back, stabbing her knife down at his neck, black poison running down the blade.

The neck armor cracked, but the blade was slowed dramatically. But it did touch the neck, and pierced about a centimeter in.

The grunt turned, throwing up it's right hand, and a torrent of fire, a couple of feet in diameter, rushed outward towards her.

The aon chain on it's chest flashed, and glowing shields appeared on all sides, creating a bubble.

5 hours ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

Tels shot up with a burst of sand, then landed on top of the creature’s head, dashing across to the left wing, streams of sand ready to puncture it. He remained wary of any tails that might shoot towards him; his hope was that he could dodge out of the way and cause the beast to stab itself.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sharpe focused on the piece of flesh that he had cut,  forced his blade into the section, and twisted.

The wing curled in, and suddenly Tel was in the air, falling. Then the wing shot back out, incredibly fast, towards Tels.

3 hours ago, Sorana said:

The storm broke. Althea tilted her head upwards to catch the last drops of rain, the gusts of the wind, then she looked downwards, to where Max was fighting. He and Aylitha seemed to make progress and so she took a moment to calm down to find her center again. The storm. She loved the storm, but its effect on her was always unsettling. So many distractions, so many thoughts crossing her mind without any prioritization.

She looked down towards the ongoing fight and as it seemed that they didn't need her - or rather, as she wasn't really sure what to do to help without hitting Aylitha or Max she took a moment to check her reports. It looked worse than she hoped, better than she expected. But then she had expected the worst case. Quickly she renewed some orders, dispatched her troops more efficiently and then she finally lifted her eyes, saw the city. It wasn't burning anymore. At least not on a large scale. The rain had drenched everything. Now without the storm obscuring all noises she could hear the fighting again, the screams, the shouting. Guns and the clatter of weapons. She swallowed, wrapped her thoughts around the stormlight she had inhaled. Her body was still glowing, for now she was good. Maybe everything was over once she ran out. Her hands shook slightly while she continued to stare at the destruction. She had thought it was over, that she had left it behind. That she had overcome her fears, the nightmares. She had planned to light a candle again soon and do nothing but look at the flame. Take this step. Get better. Face her trauma and go on. Somewhere she heard the noise of a building crashing, and she smelled again the clean air of the room where she had lost Max, where Septhis and taken her memories, her mind and twisted it around -

Grateful for the rain she fled the roof, elsecalled down to Max, made sure she kept some distance. She wished she could touched him, make sure that he was real, that nobody was playing tricks with her mind. That he was here. Instead she tugged on their bond, placed a hand on a wall close by. The bond was here. Max was here. The wall was here. She had to be strong, had to fight her memories. She had spent so much time trying to avoid them, so much time shivvering in a corner when they took over, when they yanked her back to these endless hours of fire and blood and fear and pain. She had to go on. Had to find a way to live with what happened. Her fingers pressed against the wall. It was real, what was happening at the moment was real.

 

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[kenod]

1 minute ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The neck armor cracked, but the blade was slowed dramatically. But it did touch the neck, and pierced about a centimeter in.

The grunt turned, throwing up it's right hand, and a torrent of fire, a couple of feet in diameter, rushed outward towards her.

The aon chain on it's chest flashed, and glowing shields appeared on all sides, creating a bubble.

Aylitha felt the knife strike home, and smiled. The tip dissolved, digging into the flesh. At the point the grunt turned around, throwing it's arm around. Aylitha didn't stay around to see what happened, dropping down to the ground, feeling the scorching heat wash over her. She moved back, half rolling and half jumping, glaring at the grunt. She watched the shield go up, but didn't care. It would be useless anyway. The shard of the knife that was still left reformed into tendrils, worming its way through the grunt's body, eating away at its body from the inside.

[Voidus]

The winds began to quiet as they left the Alley, the rain fading to a drizzle as the main front of the storm passed them by. Laurelai felt the tremendous pressure of the Dor against her begin to fade and breathed a sigh of relief. She should be able to use Forgery safely again now. Well, as safely as she was ever able to use it in any event.

"If we're really lucky." Laurelai said, trying to keep her voice a little lower to spare Lita's tin-enhanced ears from shouting. "We'll find an open bar too, I could really use something from the top shelf."

She waited for a few more steps before she reached for the Dor, making sure the pressure was back to normal. She channelled it through herself, mentally constructing a simple Stamp to guide its flow. The rain that had begun soaking through her clothes suddenly vanished, leaving them as dry as they had been before the storm arrived. Her hair and skin similarly reverted back, leaving her feeling somewhat refreshed.

Forgery may not have been as flashy as Surgebinding or AonDor, but she didn't think she'd ever want to trade this convenience for any of those. Let the Surgebinders throw Stormlight at each other while they flew through a storm, she'd be comfortable and dry and sipping on expensive port in a few minutes.

Her eyes widened in surprise as they rounded the corner and saw something she certainly hadn't been expecting...

"Tavern's still intact." She noted with surprise and a grateful smile. But as she spoke she felt a familiar surge of Investiture, the consequences of her earlier Forgery. A series of small pink soap bubbles began trailing out of her mouth along with her words.

Well at least the Storm has stopped, or that could have been much more troubling.
 

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Lita and Laurelai will be shifting to the Tavern thread so that we don't clutter this thread, but tag us if we're needed for anything.

 

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Also, Ark: Voidus and the Stranger are currently standing in the middle of the army. Not sure if you want to do anything about that but if not then things are about to start escalating pretty quickly.

@RayOfSunshine

[Rushu42]

5 hours ago, RayOfSunshine said:

John grabbed her hands, putting manacles on her.

"Sorry about the precaution. Can't have you escaping right now."

He sat down and leaned forward, fingers laced together in front of him.

"Why were you on that rooftop?"

Aln dropped her spanreed and let herself be handcuffed. Then she looked at him and said, "I'm the leader of the Scholar's Guild. I was investigating and recording the important events in this conflict." Her eyes lit up. "Your monstrosities are really quite fascinating. Are they made with Hemalurgy?"

5 hours ago, RayOfSunshine said:

Sorry about the minor godmodding, I just wanted to save some time. If it's not fine, I'll change it.

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It's totally fine. Aln's pretty much going to cooperate, since she knows she'd have no chance in a fight. She might not be happy about it, though; you guys are currently burning down her library and all of her notes. 

 

[I think I am here.]

“Okay,” Wes said, and he and Mike moved their way up the building. Fortunately, despite the battle on the roof the stairs were not crumbling or broken, and they got up just fine. Mike could feel the animals inside of him, wolf, fox, salmon, squid and porcupine trying to reach the surface but suddenly —

It was over. The storm. And even though keeping control of his body was as difficult as it had always been, it was nothing compared to what had already happened with the storm, and he regained his fully human form, sighing in relief. Wes noticed the AlleyStorm leaving as well and continued walking, his metalminds were filled to the brim, and he was at least happy about that.

They continued walking and Wes carried some pillows. The roof wasn’t far.

—-—

Max watched as Althea elsecalled down to the floor where they were, keeping her distance and he suddenly felt a lurch as the power that had been surging through him left him. With his eyes distracted and absolute silence the Leader’s strike caught him by surprise; he swung Sethramir up to block the chain going for his face but the attack for his leg sank its blades into his leg and wrapped its chain around it.

Max yelled and fell on the ground. Years of Devaan’s training went through him as he felt his muscles seize up at the pain. Think clearly. Understand the weakness the enemy’s attack gives. Exploit it. Simple advice, but hard to follow when you were at constant risk of being killed. Max looked ahead. The chain was dug into his leg and wrapped around it, and the Leader was holding it, which put the Leader at close proximity to Max. Max swung Sethramir using his leg as an anchor, which set stars burning through his vision but enabled him to try a strike at the Leader, one that would hit if they didn’t let go of the chain ensnaring Max’s leg.

Althea hung by at the wall. With disappointment she sensed the storm leave her, the immensity of stormlight and the power of the rain and the wind and the thunder escaping her. She wished it had stuck around longer, but after all, if every day was a storm it would lose its charm. She watched the battle and tried to think pf how to help. No use charging at the Leader face on; that would put both her and Max at more risk than they needed. So she raised a hand and soulcasted the air above the leader into a stone spike, cautious now that the almost infinite supply of stormlight the AlleyStorm had given her had run out.

@RayOfSunshine

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Zokora continued to do what she was doing.

@AonEne

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Hey Ene, do you think you could please give me a summary of what Zokora is doing, where she is etc.? Because I know it was something with Baker Pi and you, but I don’t really know

 

[Truthless of Shinovar]

17 hours ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The wing curled in, and suddenly Tel was in the air, falling. Then the wing shot back out, incredibly fast, towards Tels.

Tels tried to gasp as the wing struck him right in the ribs, but all of the air had been knocked out of him. He flew back, spinning through the air, hitting the side of a building. Sand cushioned his impact, but he still hit his head pretty hard. He staggered to his feet, and nearly tripped over. He started to sway towards the beast, but he couldn’t decide which one to go for. All three of them looked about the same, though a bit blurry. He leaned up against the wall, head spinning. Sharpe would have to fend off the beast for a while...

[+Ark1002]

22 hours ago, kenod said:

Aylitha felt the knife strike home, and smiled. The tip dissolved, digging into the flesh. At the point the grunt turned around, throwing it's arm around. Aylitha didn't stay around to see what happened, dropping down to the ground, feeling the scorching heat wash over her. She moved back, half rolling and half jumping, glaring at the grunt. She watched the shield go up, but didn't care. It would be useless anyway. The shard of the knife that was still left reformed into tendrils, worming its way through the grunt's body, eating away at its body from the inside.

The grunt kneeled over, and he let his hand move, fire washing over the rooftop, any place he could see Aylitha's sludge.

19 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln dropped her spanreed and let herself be handcuffed. Then she looked at him and said, "I'm the leader of the Scholar's Guild. I was investigating and recording the important events in this conflict." Her eyes lit up. "Your monstrosities are really quite fascinating. Are they made with Hemalurgy?"

John's eyes lit up. "You mean the library-ish people? You're their leader?"

And then his face shifted into a small frown. "I just realized your place is in danger. Would you like me to request that the Horde stays away from it?"

His eyes lit up again, and his emotions quickly shifted. "No, at least not the majority. Most were created by the Vortex, which used Connection, Fortune, Investiture, and Identity to create them. Thousands of spren, demonic entities, creatures. Some mirrors of something from the Cosmere, or from an Earth. Some completely and totally unique.

11 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Max watched as Althea elsecalled down to the floor where they were, keeping her distance and he suddenly felt a lurch as the power that had been surging through him left him. With his eyes distracted and absolute silence the Leader’s strike caught him by surprise; he swung Sethramir up to block the chain going for his face but the attack for his leg sank its blades into his leg and wrapped its chain around it.

Max yelled and fell on the ground. Years of Devaan’s training went through him as he felt his muscles seize up at the pain. Think clearly. Understand the weakness the enemy’s attack gives. Exploit it. Simple advice, but hard to follow when you were at constant risk of being killed. Max looked ahead. The chain was dug into his leg and wrapped around it, and the Leader was holding it, which put the Leader at close proximity to Max. Max swung Sethramir using his leg as an anchor, which set stars burning through his vision but enabled him to try a strike at the Leader, one that would hit if they didn’t let go of the chain ensnaring Max’s leg.

Althea hung by at the wall. With disappointment she sensed the storm leave her, the immensity of stormlight and the power of the rain and the wind and the thunder escaping her. She wished it had stuck around longer, but after all, if every day was a storm it would lose its charm. She watched the battle and tried to think pf how to help. No use charging at the Leader face on; that would put both her and Max at more risk than they needed. So she raised a hand and soulcasted the air above the leader into a stone spike, cautious now that the almost infinite supply of stormlight the AlleyStorm had given her had run out.

 

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So, uh, you're rping for Sorana? Did I miss the reason?

Also, it's a pretty long chain, but I'll just say it works

The Leader stepped forward, jumping slightly over Sethramir, the pewter letting her do exactly what she wanted.

She landed behind the blade, and slid out the blade on her left hand, flicking it out towards the chained Max.

The stone spike struck, but it didn't pierce the helmet. It left a long crack in the helmet, but the Leader ignored it.

8 hours ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

Tels tried to gasp as the wing struck him right in the ribs, but all of the air had been knocked out of him. He flew back, spinning through the air, hitting the side of a building. Sand cushioned his impact, but he still hit his head pretty hard. He staggered to his feet, and nearly tripped over. He started to sway towards the beast, but he couldn’t decide which one to go for. All three of them looked about the same, though a bit blurry. He leaned up against the wall, head spinning. Sharpe would have to fend off the beast for a while...

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Where's Sharpe's response??

 

[kenod]

16 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The grunt kneeled over, and he let his hand move, fire washing over the rooftop, any place he could see Aylitha's sludge.

Aylitha saw the flame move towards her again and she scrambled out of the way, panicking. The heat chased after her, and tentacles shot out towards the edge of the roof, pulling her along. She jumped over the edge, anchoring herself a floor down. Large pieces of burning flesh fell down as they detached from her body, having gotten ignited through proximity to the flame. Slowly her flesh started regenerating, slowed by remnants of burns.

[Truthless of Shinovar]

33 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

Where’s Sharpe’s response??

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I had him jam his blade into the exposed flesh of the Manti-something’s leg a couple of posts ago; you never responded to that, so I wasn’t for sure if you were planning to do something with it this post

Here’s the quote!

 

On 7/30/2019 at 10:40 AM, Truthless of Shinovar said:

Sharpe focused on the piece of flesh that he had cut,  forced his blade into the section, and twisted.

 

[+Ark1002]

The grunt coughed, and bit down, the poison entering his bloodstream. He died.

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7 minutes ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

 

 

woop, must have accidently deleted the response :/

The scorpion tails shot out, all three from a different angle and side, one to wrap around him, two to impale him. Each moved incredibly fast, far faster than a human could.

[Rushu42]

47 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

John's eyes lit up. "You mean the library-ish people? You're their leader?"

And then his face shifted into a small frown. "I just realized your place is in danger. Would you like me to request that the Horde stays away from it?"

His eyes lit up again, and his emotions quickly shifted. "No, at least not the majority. Most were created by the Vortex, which used Connection, Fortune, Investiture, and Identity to create them. Thousands of spren, demonic entities, creatures. Some mirrors of something from the Cosmere, or from an Earth. Some completely and totally unique.

12 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Aln, though slightly taken aback at John's barrage of questions, quickly wrote down what he told her. Then she looked up and responded, "Yes, I'm the leader. And it would be wonderful if you could spare my home. Thank you." She tapped her pen thoughtfully on the table. "I frequently hear about this Vortex that you mentioned, but I've never been able to glean any specifics. You couldn't enlighten me, could you?"

[kenod]

6 minutes ago, RayOfSunshine said:

The grunt coughed, and bit down, the poison entering his bloodstream. He died.

Ayltha felt her poison kill the grunt and smiled in satisfaction. She kept hanging under the roof though, waiting for her flesh to regrow while the poison started grow into the corpse, eating it, trying to get her more matter. A small black flower grew from the wound on his neck, its roots digging into the body.

[+Ark1002]

2 minutes ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln, though slightly taken aback at John's barrage of questions, quickly wrote down what he told her. Then she looked up and responded, "Yes, I'm the leader. And it would be wonderful if you could spare my home. Thank you." She tapped her pen thoughtfully on the table. "I frequently hear about this Vortex that you mentioned, but I've never been able to glean any specifics. You couldn't enlighten me, could you?"

He rapped three times on the wall, and a small square opened, revealing a phone. He put it up to his ear, and spoke quickly. "Lodging request for sparing the Scholar's Guild. Full merits of John Redleaf committed."

He pushed the phone back in, and the square closed.

"The Vortex is... or rather, the Rift was, a rip in reality, reaching into the Void, originally, and later a mass of investiture drained from any power nearby. It pulled out creations, created at random by fortune, connection, investiture, and identity from all the different worlds. This led to mirror creations, which gave us things like replicas of the Unmade, the Mist, and the Darkwraiths. The Mist was an original Void creation, and incredibly powerful. It was released into the world, and will probably be back tommorow night, and every night after."

[kenod]

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Which abilities does the mist have actually? I sort of missed that during RoB. Is it just really scary or does it have other things as well?