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| [Graded]The Treasure of Icweiner; [C-class] | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 27 2015, 08:41 AM (716 Views) | |
| Sinjin | Nov 18 2015, 06:11 AM Post #21 |
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The odds were certainly seemingly against Julian now. Wounded and deprived of his other sword, he would have to take drastic measures to even the pace of this battle. But perhaps, all he needed to do was just to keep still. A surge of lightning ran through the air once more, just above his head, like a stream of light that cut through the trees, forcing the giants the to bend or fall. One of the assailants that was aiming for Julian was cut down, blood spraying into the air as the other dropped on the ground with a scream of terror and of anger. The source of this light, it would prove much the same as earlier, was the lone Raven standing opposite where Julian and his enemies were. There, Sayael, raised his sword over his shoulder as if it was the most mundane thing to do, two bodies lying on the floor next to him, and above him hovered three larger swords. Oh and at his free hand was a head lay clutched, dripping with crimson liquid before he tossed it away. “Like I said earlier, we only need one that talks. He screams, therefore, he is capable of talking,” he declared as he began to approach the two. They would have examined about five houses by now and all they could gather was that the entire town seemed to have been lively at one point before its residence disappeared for no reason at all. And much to Keiran’s horror, he even found a pot filled with crystalized soup, it would seem. So, indeed, there could not have been a panic that caused their sudden disappearance, just as it would normally. No sign of chaos. “But we still don’t have any clue about the treasure, now, do we?” he asked Baristan as they entered a rather larger house this time, with carpets on the ground, an altar near the other end of the structure. “This could be it, boy,” said Baristan as they approached the altar. “The Under-dwellers were rare and only a few surviving records would actually explain the narrative of their lives. One thing was certain, they had a knack for the powerful magic of that time, which we now consider dark and taboo. And this altar is prepared for something of that sort.” “So, they got eaten away by their magic?” “Spirited away, should be the proper term. Here, help me move this altar. I can feel a breeze on my feet. Something must be hidden.” |
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| Fairchild | Nov 18 2015, 06:43 AM Post #22 |
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"Thanks fer the assist there..." Julian said, trying to coax a name out of the man in black. Instead, the winged man just shrugged, obviously not too interested in what Julian had to say... Or maybe he just didn't care for how he said it. He had already chosen to voice his distaste for Julian's accent, so it wouldn't be surprising. Instead, Julian turned his attention back to the squirming... old man? Julian pulled off the ninja's mask, and the visage he was presented with was, frankly surprising, causing the thief to take a step back. He was... kinda gross. Still, despite his pained moans, he seemed to still have some fight in him, even attempting to squirm his way to the katana nearby. Julian's foot pinned him in place, and with a quick glance back to the man in black, the young thief began to ask his questions. "Aw'right, so me mate over there ain't much one fer talkin', it seems, so I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Iffin' you could stop screamin' for a bit, that'd be grand." He pressed down on the man's chest, a pained yelp escaping his lips. Still, after that, the man grew fairly silent, apparently biting back his own pain, a tough front showing as such against his obvious agony. His squirming was mostly stilled, and each time he tried to struggle, Julian dug his heel down, finding a niche in the ninja's wound. "Right." he continued, "So, what's the deal, then, eh? Why'd you and yours try ta kill us, eh?" "You'll- You'll never find it. You'll wander for eternity!" "Ah, the pronoun game~! As fun as that might be... what's it, then?" The man was quick to clam up, perhaps realizing he had said too much. Still, if there was any sort of important information, Julian couldn't decipher it. In fact, it seemed like the ninja had become completely indifferent to Julian's line of questioning, no matter how many times the thief pressed his heel into his wounds. After looking back to the man in black, Julian shrugged, mimicking the winged stranger's motions from before. "Well, that's me, then... Care ta have a go?" |
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| Sinjin | Nov 18 2015, 07:13 AM Post #23 |
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Obviously he didn’t like the guy, but he seemed more useful than the fox-man, and seemed rather more eager to get into action. That was actually a good point, for Sayael’s critical eye, though he still had something against the way he spoke. Something with the way he spoke…. so, human… so, beneath him. Well, there was only one human who he found more interesting and amusing to be beneath him, and that was Keiran, though perhaps the idea of being “beneath” him had another meaning to it. He grinned after he shrugged. The sooner he gets this done, the faster he gets to return to his human, nestled, and probably more primal at bed. But his method of interrogation was inefficient, Sayael perused. He shrugged once more, his brows sharpening and his mood worsening far more than it should be. He really wished Keiran was here. He would know what to do with it. So as Julian gave way for him to come near the squirming man, he raised his sword, Rashomon, and then fell it down in one smooth movement, severing a limb and splaying blood across the ground. Gone was the arm that had tried to reach for the sword earlier, and the man screamed in pain. “You can still talk, I see. I suggest you speak something worth my time or else you’ll find yourself one limb less once more.” There was indeed a draft as Keiran stood on the other side of the altar. It seemed like a wind was pushing past their feet. He helped Baristan move the altar, at first to the front, and when it did not budge at all, they decided to push to the back. This time, perhaps after centuries unused, the altar screeched as the weight pressed it down on the stone surface. They pushed until there was a hole on the ground, big enough for a man to pass and when Baristan reached out his torch over the path, they saw a wooden ladder. “This is getting troublesome,” murmured Keiran. “Worth the wait, I hope,” said Baristan as he gave the torch to Keiran as he led the way down, “Don’t keep me waiting, boy.” “Sure, old man,” answered Keiran as he held the torch just next to him and carefully climbed down after the other. It was a long climb down, and seemed never ending. At one point, it even felt suffocating. But after a while, he heard Baristan say something like the ladder ended and so they both let go and fell a short ways to land on the ground below. And what the torch’s light allowed them to see was enough for them to gaze in wonder. “It’s finally here!” cheered Baristan. “No shit,” said Keiran though he felt a strange uneasiness about them. Magic, he sensed. |
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| Fairchild | Nov 18 2015, 07:40 AM Post #24 |
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"By the Unseen!" Julian's good hand quickly went to his left arm, suddenly feeling a pang of empathy of the little bastard. He hadn't really expected the guy to go that far... well, to be fair, he had expected that the guy wasn't going to survive longer than he was needed, but still. Julian had only recently gotten his replacement arm, and while he had survived his encounter with the sharp end of a sword, the blood-loss from the little man proved that he didn't have long left. "Well, delimbing... Can't say tha's new ta me. But maybe you might be takin' things too far, too quick, eh?" It wasn't exactly lacrima science, as far as Julian was concerned... if this guy bled out before they could get the information they wanted, he wasn't going to be of any use to them. Still, the man in black wanted results, and he wanted them now. Maybe in his final moments, the ninja would be willing to pour out his heart to anyone that would listen, rather than spout out disjointed ramblings about eternity and vague items of unknown importance. NO matter what Julian was expecting, it was not what he received. "THE DOORS HAVE BEEN OPENED! YOUR BODIES AND SOULS ARE NOW FORFEIT!" The voice that came from the man's mouth seemed to ignore the excrutiating pain it's body should have been in. Instead, it seemed almost happy to be relaying this information to the duo. The blood seemed to stop pouring from his wounds, or at least, it slowed down tremendously. Even as it did, the man's face began to grow more and more grotesque, bubbling up like an egg on a skillet as it morphed into a new form. The skin became cracked and brittle-looking, his nose and mouth elongating into a snubbed snout, lips curled back into a vicious snarl. His fingers elongated, sharp claws growing from the ends of his shredded gloves. His silver eyes mirrored his nearly-white skin, gleaming with a furiosity and hunger which Julian had only seen once before. "Oh, it's always gotta be demons, innit?" It quickly became clear that this event was not an isolated incident. Each of the fallen ninjas stirred and jerked, their bodies cracking and popping as their new forms became apparent. Their torsos growing long and disjointed against their smaller arms and legs, their posture being hunched over and inhuman. The beasts surrounded the pair, leaving only one question in Julian's mind. "You got more'a that lightnin' up yer sleeve, right Guv?" |
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| Sinjin | Nov 18 2015, 08:09 AM Post #25 |
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Sayael took a moment to look up from the bleeding ninja. He raised a brow, directed at Julian’s direction, a sort of quizzical look to the other’s comment of his method. Really, as if things would change if he had not cut off the arm. “As I said earlier, I don’t have the luxury for this trivial thing,” he said with emphasis as the tip of Rashomon was dangerously pointing at the ninja’s neck, though not drawing blood. “I have other matters more pressing than this interaction. If only he didn’t bother with this mission. And time and again, I told him I can be responsible for him had he agreed to return home and be a passive housewife.” He was now slightly rambling, a bit grumpy compared to his deadly state earlier. But perhaps the next few lines that came from the dying man was something unexpected. Still, Sayael quickly caught on to that feeling that lingered in the air all too quickly and powerfully. It was another troublesome thing, he supposed. And with enough time in his hands, Sayael grabbed Julian by the arm and pulled him back to safety just as the ninja man turned into a grotesque creature, it’s foul stench enough to make him rue this day forever. And from the way things were happening, it was a day he’d want to end fast. With the pair surrounded by the dead whose bodies had transformed, they were at a disadvantage as the demons attacked all at once. “I hate humans who depend on others so much,” he snarled before his body turned into a thick mist and he was in what looked like a silhouette form. This would allow him to move undetected as he would be able to move about with much more freedom and only those with heightened senses would be able to find him. Though he doubt these demons had enough. Still, it felt cruel to leave the blonde on his own. “Prove that you’re not one of those cowards,” he said, his voice suggesting he was behind one of the attacking demons before a slash occurred and blood sprayed from behind that said demon and there was a faint reappearance of his silhouette form at that area before disappearing again. They stumbled into a large alcove underneath the cave went it earlier. A hundred meter below, he supposed, and as Keiran looked on, he was still unsure about this. In the middle of the room was a large crystal as tall as a tree, but it was not an object, it was living. The crystal with smooth glass-like surface had veins running inside it and pulsating. Kieran raised a hand over to his chest and felt for his own, and it matched all too perfectly. It was the same as a human’s beating heart. But was this the treasure they were looking for? “What exactly is the treasure of Icweiner, Old Man?” he asked with caution. “It is called by so many names, boy,” said Baristan as he neared the crystal and placed a hand on the crystal, delighted by the cool touch. “Come and have a touch. Others say they become empowered by the slightest touch. Others say it’s the elixir of life. But after years of studying, I have hypothesised that it is the heart of the forest. Which is why no one has ever found it. Why traveler of humble and good souls that traversed this area were blessed. Why destroyers of nature were cursed. And why so many had sought for its priceless shell.” “But how can you be sure that thing is it? No one has seen, right?” “Look at the image I gave you. Turn it upside-down. It is not a sword, at all, but a pillar with a sharp tip, just as this.” “Okay, but now what?” Just then, there was a sort of roar and the ground trembled. At first, Keiran feared for an earthquake to suddenly occur, but then they saw that the crystal was moving, standing on a platform hidden beneath the dirt they thought was the ground. And along with the crystal, they were moving higher and higher. “This can’t be good,” cursed Keiran as he saw the ceiling draw closer and closer. Edited by Sinjin, Nov 18 2015, 08:12 AM.
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| Fairchild | Nov 18 2015, 08:35 AM Post #26 |
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"Don't flatter yer'self, Angel." He quipped, "I just thought I'd let you stretch your wings." The blade which the now-transformed ninja had thrown away was only a few steps away, and Julian quick quick to make a beeline for it. He only just managed to get a hold of it before he was knocked to the floor by one of the creatures, which lept on top of him, reaching for his neck with his wizened, clawed fingers. Julian grabbed it's wrists in each of his hands, feeling in a moment that the small men were physically weaker than what they had become. He bucked his head forward, striking the beast right on the snout. A knee quickly followed to its crotch, allowing Julian the freedom to collect his weapons and stand ready. With a few strikes, Julian was able to cover the thing with deep wounds which seemed to no bleed despite cutting almost to the bone. In a moment, Julian was being stricken by another of the creatures, claws raking his back and sending him flying forward, tripping over the beast he'd wounded. He recovered quickly, turning to face his attacker, swords ready. "Now we're cookin' with gas, yeah?" he smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye. He jumped off the weakened creature, leaping at the interloper and slamming his blades into its arms, which were raised in protection of its chest and head. The slashing edge of the blades cut almost as deeply as the hacking end which he had used on the other creature, and just like with the other wounds he had inflicted, these didn't seem to bleed. Despite this perceived lack of severity, the creature didn't seem to be particularly happy with this turn of events, swiping at Julian with one clawed hand. The young thief raised his lacrima arm to defend, deep scratches marring the leather casing. Julian was quick to reciprocate with a strike of his own, flipping his sword quickly in one hand and hacking into the attacker's flank wedging the weapon deep between the ribs with a sickening thwak. With a quick jerking motion, Julian removed the blade, the first blood finally showing in the form of an oozing black substance bubbling from the chest cavity. Edited by Fairchild, Nov 18 2015, 08:36 AM.
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| Sinjin | Nov 18 2015, 08:52 AM Post #27 |
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The blonde sure could take a beating, but he did well to defend himself as well. Not bad, Sayael thought as he cut off the recent attacker into pieces, before finally plunging his sword through the skull, cutting it in half. Only then did one of the other creatures managed to swipe at him. It caused his silhouette form to dissolve and he growled at the wound on his back before swinging Rashomon across and cutting the creature in half across the chest. He felt disgusted by that one wound, so defiled. He, who should be soaring the skies and divine, to suffer a blow so dastardly and easy. How humiliating! It was in his rage that he suddenly took on a more primal appearance, his hair lengthening, his feet turning into talons, and his wings increasing in size. Now, he looked more like those guardian tengus in ancient scrolls and he was far taller than an average human. With a tap of his feet on the ground, it made him feel so light that he floated on air for a second before disappearing. This time, it was not because of his silhouette form, but because his true form allowed him to move faster, almost to the point of being unseen. And he relished on that fact to lay waste the last of the creatures that had gone for him. Divine retribution spent as dismembered limbs now lay on the ground, a crimson liquid painting the trees and grass. And when he looked over to the blonde, he was ticked off at how he was getting along. Before he could get himself killed, or hurt, Sayael intervened a strike from one of the creatures and was about to behead it, when suddenly the ground shook terribly strong, the trees danced, and some fell. And to their backs, they heard the rumbling of the ground as something erupted a good distance from where they were. Keiran braced himself, trying to run for the ladders to see if they could escape that way and avoid being crushed towards the ceiling as the platform continued to rise. However, Baristan knew what was happening and grabbed his arm to keep him in place. “Are you crazy?” yelled Keiran. “There’s no need to be afraid. We are safe. Look,” said Baristan as he pointed at the tip of the crystal. Indeed, if they were about to be crushed as the platform was rising towards the ceiling, the crystal too would be destroyed. However, as Keiran looked upward, he saw the ground splitting. Right before the crystal’s tip would touch the dirt wall, the wall parted, causing a louder grumbling of the ground, and soon enough, the crystal, the platform and them, were rising through the split ground. What took minutes to go down that small chamber tunnel, took only seconds before the platform finally rose through the cave. And right at the centre of the ghost town inside that cave. At that point, Keiran thought it was over, but the ground shook again and the platform continued to rise until the entire cave broke apart and they were rising still until they were far above the forest now before they finally came to a stop. “Amazing. This platform is like a watch tower,” said Baristan as he stood near the edge to have a good look around them. Keiran kept to himself before he searched the forest in hopes of finding Sayael and the other. “But what now? I don’t think we can get down from here too easily, and with hundreds of feet above ground, jumping doesn’t look appetising.” “Hmm?” Sayael looked on at the new structure that suddenly rose from the ground before he smiled. “Is it over?” But the smile turned into a grimace when his eyes caught sight of something dark crawling towards the top of the platform. More of those demonic creatures, he guessed. “Quick, we need to reach that tower. More of those things are up to no good,” he told Julian before flying towards the said toward ahead of the other. |
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| Fairchild | Nov 18 2015, 09:43 AM Post #28 |
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The man in black seemed to have given himself more to what Julian assumed was takeover magic, appearing more like a large bird than the winged human he had seemed to be before. It took a moment to register that all the other creatures were gone, or rather, they had appeared to be, but actually, they were still right where they had been... just a shade smaller and more compact. Julian was left to contend with the last creature alone, the man in black flying off towards something off in the distance. The creature seemed eager to follow after him, turning towards him before being rewarded with a blade in his back, knocking it to the floor. After a few hacks, Julian was left with a body sans a head, the young theif leering into the distance at the rapidly retreating shadow in the sky. Julian cups his hands, shouting in annoyance at the sky and all its denizens. "Oh yeah, tha's fine. I'll walk, then, yeah!?" Julian was bloodied, weakened. His shirt was wet and getting redder by the second. He took out his handerchief, pressing it to the wound as he tried to follow after the bird-man. He managed to break out into a speed somewhere between running and jogging, the pain of battle finally bleeding through the adrenaline rush. He braced himself against the pain, resolving to run faster in order to catch up to his kind-of ally. He reached up with his good hand, briefly touching at the cloth covering his wound, it was drenched, each beat of his racing heart sending a small dribble of blood down his chest. Julian groaned, half in pain, half in anger. Still, it wasn't much futher before Julian had caught up with the man in black, greeted by a giant obelisk which rose far above the treeline. Julian wasn't sure if that was here when Julian had arrived, although, with more of those things closing in, Julian wasn't sure if there would be much time to question that. Instead, he had to start his ascent, it seemed, clamoring up the stairs which ringed the obelisk. "OK, for the record... I didn't need yer help back there. Yer just showin' off" he clarified for no one at all. |
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| Sinjin | Nov 18 2015, 10:08 AM Post #29 |
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As Sayael drew closer to the platform that was now the tower in the middle of the forest, he could see more clearly the drawing black figures. More of those transformed creatures with ragged ninja clothes, limbs altered and bent, their foul stench and their inhumane gasps and panting as they hurried to climb the tower. And up above, Sayael could see the figure of his human, looking down at him. He hoped he wasn’t thinking of jumping because he really didn’t want Keiran to get hurt even if he would be able to catch the other. So he flung out smoke to project the three large blades to show the other that this was no time for him to concern with fighting. Sayer would do this on his own. After all, Keiran was always more of the support type as it was Sayael who did most of the legwork when they encountered some troubling scenario during their travel. This was nothing new. And when he neared the side of the tower and saw that the creatures were climbing up the stairs that spiralled around the tower from the side, he knew they would find it faster to reach the top soon. So he hurried and cut down one of the creatures before the rest of the floating blades came to move and started attacking the nearing creatures. If even for a moment, he could get their attention, it would help defend his human and end this troublesome mission of his. Stuck as they were on top of that tower, Keiran could feel the danger approaching them. He warned Baristan just in time as the first of the demonic creatures appeared to have climbed over the edge. He pulled the Old Man away and used his sword to parry the attack. He wasn’t given enough time to recover from the immense strength displayed by the enemy creature as another showed up and flanked him. He would have gotten floored by that, had he not been prepared. No matter how short the time was, for he was cursed with such a lame-ass but amazing blood magic curse, his internals were all empowered in seconds, and he had disappeared from the attacking enemy’s line of sight, slipping to the side and swinging for a strike to the back of the creature, severing its head in the process. A faint red glow now radiated from his eyes as Keiran scanned the top of the tower and saw more creatures coming. “How troublesome, really,” he clicked his tongue and pulled the sword from one side to another, swinging with a terribly powerful swing, but the sword itself made an echoing screech, sending a circular shockwave all around him, pushing back the creatures that dashed towards him, cutting some limbs along the way, while others were thrown off the edges and fell from the tower itself. He quickly had to grab on Baristan’s coat to stop the other from being pushed by the shockwave, forgetting about the old man so briefly. “Sorry about that.” But more would come their way if they can’t figure out what to do. Fortunately, Baristan seemed to as he quickly went to the crystal and peruse it, leaving the guarding and fending off to Keiran.
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| Fairchild | Nov 19 2015, 07:56 AM Post #30 |
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The creatures had been converging on his location, but seemed to pay Julian very little mind. Instead, their energy seemed focused on the task at hand, climbing the tower. Many of them shunned the stairs, instead choosing to climb stright up the sides, leaping from each level with surprising ease. Others even seemed to deem this method wasteful, getting as far into the treetops as possible before transferring to the obelisk. Still, even with most of their ilk concenred with climbing, that did not mean Julian was safe. The creatures did not want to be disturbed, deterred or distracted, and those who chose to follow the stairs found Julian to be a nuisance they were not prepared for. A raspy roar which seemed only a few shades off of human warned the thief of the demons' attack. "Ah, can't we get along?" he reasoned, "I mean, it's not like I'm not part demon too, eh?" The creatures seemed to have nothing of it, the duo scrambling over themselves to swipe and scratch at Julian despite the precipitous position they found themselves in. Julian found himself backing away from the beasts as they scrambled for control, the design of the pillar making it impossible for him to swing his right arm with full strength. Julian stumbled over himself, landing hard on his back, the creatures quickly scrabbling their way closer tot he thief. A soft beep sounded in Julian's ear, a welcome relief to the situation he found himself in. He flexed his hand, electricity crackling along the gauntlet. With a quick motion, the gauntlet was pressed against on of his attackers, its intimate relationship with his partner allowing the shock to travel between the two of them. There was a surprised shout and the smell of burning hair before the pair fell from the narrow staircase, smacking against lower levels as they fell. "WE COULD'A BEEN FRIENDS ASSHOLES!" |
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