xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 26 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said: Kindness begins braiding her hair. "Where do these things come from?" "Originally they came from the Witherlord," said Rekaerb. "But these particular ones come from the one that fed on the treasure that Fadran unearthed." 18 minutes ago, Nathrangking said: "When they come they are in for a rude awakening." I lift my lightning blade and stab it into the ground. "Sasherunas Anemu Resura." The earth arcs with power for a few moments until the blade has vanished into it. "Let them come." Rekaerb shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you." 33 minutes ago, AonEne said: “If you run, can you take me with you?” Ene asked Rekaerb, blinking at the pretty view but not willing to fight a withergeist. A clone of Rekaerb popped into existence and offered her a hand. 13 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: As you might've noticed, I've been away for a little while. What the heck is going on? Quote Perhaps your character stayed back with Abigail? For whatever reason?
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 Fadran, who had FOLLOWED the OTHERS (OOC staring at everyone else) summoned his Channelblade. "How do we fight them?"
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 (edited) Rekaerb shrugged as the first few of the eerie black ghosts began to pop into existence. "Light," he said. "Pretty much the only thing that works against the blighted things." Edited June 17, 2020 by xinoehp512
Spren of Kindness she/her Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 "I can glow," Kindness offers. "I don't think I can glow bright enough to destroy them, though. I could be a distraction?"
Nathrangking he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 (edited) 30 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: "Originally they came from the Witherlord," said Rekaerb. "But these particular ones come from the one that fed on the treasure that Fadran unearthed." Rekaerb shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you." A clone of Rekaerb popped into existence and offered her a hand. "Your warning is noted! I'm not quite so easy to kill! Light is a domain of mine! Kind one your light shall shine bright this day!" Edited June 17, 2020 by Nathrangking
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 The withergeists began drifting aimlessly around the area, leaving swaths of dead grass in their wake. More, bigger ones began to pop into existence. One brushed Rekaerb, causing his flesh to wither and turn black. He didn't seem to care, keeping his eyes on the incoming waves of dark spirits.
Spren of Kindness she/her Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 Kindness shrinks to a small ball, glowing brightly to blind the creatures.
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 (edited) Fadran tapped his Channelblade, causing it to glow. "Does the magic of 'friendship and happiness' or whatever repel these things?" It isn't the magic of friendship and happiness! Icona growled. The magic of light and good. And I believe it should. Fadran rolled his eyes. "The 'magic of light and good,' I mean. One would think that an omnipotent being would name his magic types better!" He eyes Nathrangking. "Present company excluded, of course." Edited June 17, 2020 by Channelknight Fadran
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 Narrator X remarks offhandedly that omnipotence is overrated. The withergeists floated towards the small group... ...then turned away, repulsed by the light. The grass around the heroes' feet remained green and lush, just as it had been when they arrived. The same could not be said for the rest of the garden, however. With no light to stop them, the rapidly growing horde of withergeists destroyed anything they touched.
Nathrangking he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 5 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Fadran tapped his Channelblade, causing it to glow. "Does the magic of 'friendship and happiness' or whatever repel these things?" It isn't the magic of friendship and happiness! Icona growled. The magic of light and good. And I believe it should. Fadran rolled his eyes. "The 'magic of light and good,' I mean. One would think that an omnipotent being would name his magic types better!" He eyes Nathrangking. "Present company excluded, of course." I nod at him. "Mazruchnesh falash." Dozens of spears of blinding lightning burst from the ground and strike at the withergeists. I wave my hand the spren's glow intensifies. With a thought I call down a legion of lightning bolts from up above. They all strike their targets.
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 Fadran fingered his Channelblade. "For... what am I fighting for?" Glory? Honor? Icona suggested. Lady Edelgard? "I probably shouldn't make video game references right now." You're right, of course, Icona sighed, how about for Icona, Prime Deity of the Iconar Collective? "No." Fine. For honor, then. "For honor!" Fadran called, then charged the withergeists. With a sweep of his blade, he cut through one of the ashen tendrils, which dissolved into a harmless mist at the sword's touch. He spun about, cutting through another and simultaneously spraying an arc of fire through the air. He didn't stop to admire his handiwork, instead spinning in a tight ball above the ground with the assistance of some Gravitational Arcana, cutting through more withergeists with a series of wildly-shot bursts of fire. Regular gravity took hold, and he hit the ground at a crouch, poised to strike at anything that moved, but found that he had effectively destroyed any nearby withergeists. A short breather, then, before he rejoined the battle.
Spren of Kindness she/her Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 Kindness flares her glow as bright as she can, causing deep shadows to form, forcing the withergeists away from her. Quote Is this present or past tense?
AonEne he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said: A clone of Rekaerb popped into existence and offered her a hand. “Thank you,” Ene said gratefully, taking it again. Non-murderous Epics are the best. Quote Wait, I’m not misremembering, he is an Epic, right? @Spren of Kindness Whichever you prefer
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 13 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said: Is this present or past tense? Quote Short answer: Yes Long answer: We don't care, do whatever feels natural
Nathrangking he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 I summon a second blade of light. "Who is next?"
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 (edited) 33 minutes ago, Nathrangking said: I nod at him. "Mazruchnesh falash." Dozens of spears of blinding lightning burst from the ground and strike at the withergeists. I wave my hand the spren's glow intensifies. With a thought I call down a legion of lightning bolts from up above. They all strike their targets. 24 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Fadran fingered his Channelblade. "For... what am I fighting for?" Glory? Honor? Icona suggested. Lady Edelgard? "I probably shouldn't make video game references right now." You're right, of course, Icona sighed, how about for Icona, Prime Deity of the Iconar Collective? "No." Fine. For honor, then. "For honor!" Fadran called, then charged the withergeists. With a sweep of his blade, he cut through one of the ashen tendrils, which dissolved into a harmless mist at the sword's touch. He spun about, cutting through another and simultaneously spraying an arc of fire through the air. He didn't stop to admire his handiwork, instead spinning in a tight ball above the ground with the assistance of some Gravitational Arcana, cutting through more withergeists with a series of wildly-shot bursts of fire. Regular gravity took hold, and he hit the ground at a crouch, poised to strike at anything that moved, but found that he had effectively destroyed any nearby withergeists. A short breather, then, before he rejoined the battle. The smell of dead, burnt grass wafts up from the location of the strikes. Small bursts of black and silver mist drift through the air, the remnants of destroyed enemies. But even as Fadran stops to take a breather, the first of the targets are pulling themselves back together. They join in twos or threes, joining their power to form larger and more powerful spirits. And still more pour onto the battlefield. Quote I ought be doing this in past, but I dunno... I just feel like present right now :P. 8 minutes ago, AonEne said: “Thank you,” Ene said gratefully, taking it again. Non-murderous Epics are the best. The pair vanished back to the alley where the others had left Abigail. 8 minutes ago, AonEne said: Wait, I’m not misremembering, he is an Epic, right? Quote It's complicated Edited June 17, 2020 by xinoehp512
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 (edited) Fadran looks around at the increasing numbers of withergeists. As they come steadily closer, all nearby life withers and dies. He blasts a line of them with some fire, but they are quickly replaced by more of their number. Fadran falls back to the others. "Even with magic, god powers, and a freaking narrator on our side, this is going to be difficult. Our first priority is to make sure nobody's in the way of all these wraiths, and then to quarantine them in a ringlike enclosure. We need to hold a line from there, and make sure that not a single one of these things gets out." 5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: The smell of dead, burnt grass wafts up from the location of the strikes. Small bursts of black and silver mist drift through the air, the remnants of destroyed enemies. But even as Fadran stops to take a breather, the first of the targets are pulling themselves back together. They join in twos or threes, joining their power to form larger and more powerful spirits. And still more pour onto the battlefield. Fadran curses--something you don't hear him do often. "They don't die? I hit them with my magical friendship sword! Shouldn't that be enough?" Quote You guys make me feel special Edited June 17, 2020 by Channelknight Fadran
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Fadran curses--something you don't hear him do often. "They don't die? I hit them with my magical friendship sword! Shouldn't that be enough?" "You'd think, huh?" said Rekaerb ruefully. "But it's like I said- only the weakest get destroyed by light. These ones... well, you probably took away about ten percent of their power. That's something, right?"
AonEne he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said: It's complicated Quote Fair enough! Ene relaxes once they’re back in the alley. She knows how to deal with Alleys. Nodding a thanks at Rekaerb, she kneels next to Abigail. “Abigail? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said: "You'd think, huh?" said Rekaerb ruefully. "But it's like I said- only the weakest get destroyed by light. These ones... well, you probably took away about ten percent of their power. That's something, right?" "If I take away all their power, will they die, or just sort of... wither away?" He punctuates that question with a splay of his fingers.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 5 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: "If I take away all their power, will they die, or just sort of... wither away?" He punctuates that question with a splay of his fingers. Rekaerb shrugged. "Pretty much. They're not alive- not really... so they can't really die."
Nathrangking he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 12 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Fadran looks around at the increasing numbers of withergeists. As they come steadily closer, all nearby life withers and dies. He blasts a line of them with some fire, but they are quickly replaced by more of their number. Fadran falls back to the others. "Even with magic, god powers, and a freaking narrator on our side, this is going to be difficult. Our first priority is to make sure nobody's in the way of all these wraiths, and then to quarantine them in a ringlike enclosure. We need to hold a line from there, and make sure that not a single one of these things gets out." Fadran curses--something you don't hear him do often. "They don't die? I hit them with my magical friendship sword! Shouldn't that be enough?" "Amusing. Apparently not." 6 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: "If I take away all their power, will they die, or just sort of... wither away?" He punctuates that question with a splay of his fingers. "Let's find out." With a thought I summon a wall of supernatural light and throw it at the approaching horde.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted June 17, 2020 Posted June 17, 2020 "I'd advise letting her sleep, for now." said Rekaerb. "She's... been through a bit."
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 17, 2020 Author Posted June 17, 2020 1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said: Rekaerb shrugged. "Pretty much. They're not alive- not really... so they can't really die." "Great. Just like the spinders back home, but instead of entropizing you, they suck out your soul!" Fadran cut through one that came too close. "Can you fly? We need to make sure these demon-eater-eaters aren't harming anyone they shouldn't--not that they should be harming us, but... you know what I mean! The best we can do right now is contain them."
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