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| The Darkness Behind The Stars: The Lurker in Midnight; Arc Thread: Part 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 14 2017, 12:05 AM (458 Views) | |
| 裁 Hadou | Jul 23 2017, 01:07 AM Post #11 |
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Caelie had run through a series of calculations and expected outcomes in her head, but this one was very unexpected. Unexpected, but welcome. Black tendrils, looking for all the world like solidified shadows, sprung out of the ground and ensnared the four knights. It was actually surprising that she wasn't bound along with the knights, but she noticed that Beryl wasn't either, and concluded that whoever was responsible for the tendrils was a friend of Beryl's. Probably a guild mate, even. This was, after all, Nine Lives' city. From the responses of everyone in the bar, Caelie could identify the caster of this nifty spell. A redhead, who had otherwise sat without incident at a corner of the bar, glaring at the younger male of the knights, was too unruffled for the technique not to be hers. Her deep crimson hair, the faint scar that ran across her left eye, the cool, calm and collected mien and her attire blended perfectly to give her an unquestionable 'femme fatale' air that made Caelie groan inwardly. She actually felt a little jealous. That was what a 'hunter' ought to look like. Caelie, on the other hand, who thought of herself as such, did not even look any more intimidating than someone's baby sister. "Maybe I should get me a scar... then again, it's probably a bad idea." If there was one thing experience had taught her, it was never to lose sight of the mark. She could... no, she would get pointers from the redhead (if she was approachable enough) on how to become more badass, at a later time. What was more crucial was dealing with the knights here. As her eyes moved from one knight to the other, the younger male began straining at his bonds. And from the looks of it, he was going to break them. Ugh! Just when she thought it would all be over. As the tendrils snapped, Caelie's eyes flitted to glance at the others, and to her surprise, the purple haired knight was gone, a pillar being the target of the tendrils that bound her. The next thing, the knight had two swords wielded, one pointing at Beryl, and the other at her throat. That was annoying. The purple haired knight would discover that as she completed her motion, Caelie initiated hers, as if on cue. Her body was working more on instinct, though her mind was fully aware of the events unfolding. The purple haired knight was at a disadvantage: it was not easy to hold two people hostile, not when both could defend themselves. Caelie did not doubt for a second that Beryl could handle herself. She would make sure that she did not draw her, or the redhead, back. Her left leg reached backwards, neck and torso following immediately, while the hand that held the stool swung upwards, effectively cutting off the access of the sword to her throat. If the knight did not move her hand, perhaps she could be disarmed, though with that kind of armor, it was unlikely. Hopefully, Beryl would make her own move at that moment, and put the knight in a strait. Something about what the black haired knight said about cavorting with foul demons was very disconcerting to her though. Be that as it may, Beryl was not the enemy here. |
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| Lightning | Jul 23 2017, 06:36 AM Post #12 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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The visual cover of a flying table was cover enough for Artesia Zenaide to disappear, or at least, seemingly so. With a grin spread across her features that the brunette male bore witness to for but a fraction of a second, she disappeared from sight under the cover of the flipping table. If they wanted to challenge her, then the SInian would win - such was the way of the Zenaide. "Where the fu-" Nadine's eyes scanned the scene of broken wood and shattered glassware with furrowed brows. She had just seen the woman there, she knew she had. Had this red head the ability to teleport herself, or was it a clone/illusion that she had seen at the table in the first place? No, no illusion would have spoken to her companion like that. But it was not magic of her own that allowed Artesia this little 'trick'. Instead, it was thanks to the garments that she wore - garments which allowed the Sinian to meld into the very air surrounding her. Meanwhile, as two sets of eyes looked frantically about, their intention to figure out where she had gone, Artesia crept calmly around the woman of raven hair and a burning blade. Her magic silenced her very footsteps, and her path took her well clear of any debris that would give her away. She flexed her fingers to warm their muscles, and with her left hand, reached out to tap upon her attackers shoulder. A small burst of gentle taps on the woman's shoulder brought her to spin around with haste, her eyes widening as they took in the blur of crimson that appeared. 'How? How had she' - It was the impact of Artesia's punch to her jaw that cut that line of thought short, the woman's mind going blank as she reeled and stumbled towards her ally. Artesia had hit her with not only the full force of her physical body, but also with a magical, and concussive addition. Perhaps she would be alright, perhaps the blow would only cause her several moments of disorientation and debilitation. But, it was enough, for her ally had done as Artesia had wanted and caught her. His instincts had kicked in, but as he helped the raven haired mage regain her balance, he knew full well of his mistake. Artesia followed her first strike up with a second, although this was no punch. It was a powerful spinning kick, further accented by a concussive force, that sent the pair stumbling even further together. Techs and Items used
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| 司 Grond | Jul 23 2017, 10:13 PM Post #13 |
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Everything began happening so fast. The redhead seemed to vanish into thin air, as the two knights were thrown into confusion while wondering where she'd gone. With the purple-haired woman temporarily distracted by the events going on at yonder table, she was caught off guard by Caelie, who moved just at about the same time as she, attempting to hit the sword out of her hand, while moving to a safer distance. Beryl, watching all the proceedings, could not help being impressed by the actions of her allies. As she watched the teal-eyed woman take on two of these 'knights' at once, it suddenly struck her in a moment of clarity. Artesia Zenaide. No wonder the woman had decided to step in and help her, being of the same guild as Beryl was. Swearing silently to never allow herself get drunk unless she couldn't help it, the Seveni mage realized that her mind was clearing, slowly but surely. At least the Deathshot had an advantage: it didn't seem to stay long in one's system. Even though her movements were still muddled, Beryl didn't need so much mental acuity to move her own neck out of the way of the blade aimed at it and swing the mug in her hand at the side of the purple-haired knight's head. She missed though, as the woman was quick to duck under her hand and give some distance between herself and the two girls, her shortswords at the ready. "Sincerest apologies," Beryl said, "you seeming to be a nice person and all that. But you roll with the wrong folk...." Meanwhile, the brown-haired knight placed his comatose companion on the ground and rose to his feet quickly, after being pounded by Artesia, though her kick seemed to have little effect on him. His gaze quickly flitted to the unconscious form of Nadine, then to the Sinian woman. "You know, I don't mind playing nice, but I'm okay with playing rough too," he said, lifting his arm as though he was going to deliver a punch to the floor. Whatever effect his blow would have made was not ascertained, as the seated old man suddenly bellowed, "Uther!" The younger knight, on hearing his name, visibly paled, as he let down his hand and muttered an almost inaudible apology. Rising to his feet, the old man approached Artesia with a slight limp, leaning on a gnarled walking cane as he did. "A thousand apologies, young woman," he said with a wheeze in his voice. "It is of utmost importance that we speak to your golden-haired friend at the bar. I apologize for the unnecessary hostilities. Youth can be... reckless, wouldn't you agree?" |
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| 裁 Hadou | Jul 24 2017, 01:02 AM Post #14 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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Caelie scoffed in mild disappointment as the stool was unable to disarm the knight of her short sword. At least, it had swung her arm out wide, giving Caelie the much needed space to put some safe distance between them. The purple haired knight broke away from the fight, having evaded Beryl's mug, and holding up her blades to defend herself. She would realize, however, that whatever brief respite she hoped to get by distancing herself from Caelie and Beryl would be quickly cut short by Caelie charging after her, stool held backwards in her right hand. As the redhead had smoothly taken on the other two knights, Caelie, being used to fights, knew that this was beyond the point of 'rational discussion'. They would just have to slug it out until one party yielded, or a greater force brought an end to the altercation. The knight had the advantage in that she was armed, and was wearing durable armor. Caelie's advantage was that she was less encumbered, and could perform more physical maneuvers, other factors being equal. As she came in close, she was going to lift the stool and bring it down on the purple haired woman's head. Dodging would not be likely, and she would have to block, which would cause damage, one way or the other. Perhaps then, Caelie would take the next opening and use it as best as her skills would allow. However, the attack she planned never came. The old man, who had been dormant hitherto, suddenly bellowed a name, and it brought an end to whatever fighting had already begun. Caelie ground to a halt and turned to look at the elder, inwardly relieved that he was not showing any hostility like his team had done. He seemed to be the leader of the group, despite his frail looking nature, due to the reaction of the younger male knight when he was called by him. The old man addressed the redhead, and Caelie had to be content to watch and listen, though she would have liked to know what exactly was going on, and what was so important to the knights that some of them had wanted to arrest her friend like a common criminal. Sitting quietly on her former bludgeoning tool, the white haired girl watched the knights and the redhead, waiting to see how the whole conversation would turn out. |
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| Lightning | Jul 26 2017, 08:02 AM Post #15 |
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'Uther?' Gee, Artesia couldn't help but feel bad for the guy - Uther was an old man's name. "Tch," The Sinian spared the old man an appraising glance before turning her gaze towards the mess his younger companion had created. "Better not be calling me old." Her gaze wandered the broken table behind Uther, her steps carrying her closer to him. He was tense as she approached him, and rightfully so. After all, he had just seen that she was far from someone to underestimate. But Artesia did not move to strike him, in fact, her gaze never even wandered to acknowledge he was there at all. It seemed almost as if he was non-existent as she passed him by, their shoulders touching in a display of unwillingness to accommodate each other. There it was, amidst the mess of destroyed furniture, and tucked beneath the table cloth that had been thrown. Her lips curled as she crouched, her hand wrapping around the bottle of valuable alcohol she had won in her games earlier. If it had been broken.... well.... old man or not, that lug head of a goon, unlike their female friend, would have wound up with far more than a concussion and nap. "Talk with your mouths, not with your hands." The red head flipped a chair to its feet with one of her own, the motion fluid and well practiced. "Or weapons." She took a seat, a glance to her guild mate telling her that she would be there if needed. Un-corking the liquor bottle in her hand, Artesia made herself comfortable again, her legs crossed in a strangely feminine manner as she leant herself back in the chair. The smell of the alcohol was enticing, and it didn't take her but a few seconds to lift the bottle to her lips. With an appreciate smirk, and an expression which portrayed her admiration for the liquid, she continued her beverage as she listened. Beryl was a member of Nine Lives, and Artesia would look out for her, just as Artorius himself would. Edited by Lightning, Jul 26 2017, 08:06 AM.
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| 司 Grond | Jul 26 2017, 10:53 PM Post #16 |
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The old fellow laughed briefly, a strange wheezing sound that seemed to hint that he was more infirm than he let on, and said, "Old? No, child. Reckless." As Artesia seated herself in style, the old man followed suit, although his method of sitting was a lot less impressive. His glance passed over the younger members of his group for a moment, before settling on the redhead once again. "Yes, talking with our mouths will be best," he wheezed, yet there was something in his tone that signified he did not intend to be disobeyed. Apparently, the other knights caught the meaning behind his words, for they hurriedly began rearranging the bar as best they could, after which they set to reviving their still comatose colleague while the elder began to speak, just as Beryl caught Artesia's glance, which she understood and replied with a grateful smile. "I am Balthazar," the elder began, "and these are Livinia," a meek wave from the purple-haired female, "Uther," a very strained smile that almost looked more like a grimace, "...and Nadine," who was still out dreaming of Sovngarde. "We belong to a group of holy knights, paladins, in some circles called the Guardians. We came here, to Fiore, because we're looking for a fellow named Travertine. He was one of us, but then he had to leave us. We later heard he had become a Knight of this country, although by the time we came here, we were told he had left the knights. By circumstance, we received information that someone bearing the name Travertine was in this... city, and so here we came." At this point, the old man paused, perhaps hoping some information would present itself. "And why, if I may ask, are you looking for Travertine?" Beryl asked, seating herself on the bar stool Caelie had helped her onto before, and facing the knights. Her mind was getting clearer by the second, which was a good thing. It would be awful to have to have a dialogue with the fetters of alcohol on one's mind. The Seveni girl had to ask Artesia how she did it, never getting drunk and all that. But as at now, her attention was on the old man seated before her. "Because we think he can help us," Uther said, looking up from Nadine, who had just come back to, and was glowering like her gaze could break earthenware. "My advice, return to wherever you came from; Travertine will never so much as speak to you." There was silence for a moment, then Nadine sat up and spat, "Liar!" Beryl responded by smiling, a bitter smile which did little to hide the bile growing within her. "I'm not a liar. And still, a liar is better than a faithless wretch." The black-haired knight swore and reached for her sword, but Livinia grabbed her hand. She resisted until she saw Balthazar's scowl, and instantly became docile. Beryl just watched her antics with a hard expression, although her eyes were shimmering. "You threw him out of your order, didn't you?" the Seveni girl challenged, her voice sharp with anger and grief, "at a moment of his life when he needed your help the most, you threw him out and he became a wanderer. He told me. After discarding him, you now want his help. Well, look on what you have done, and despair. For these hands buried him, these hands felt his lifeblood grow cold when he took a spear meant for me." The bar was eerily quiet, like the domain of death. Okay, well the irreverently noisy crickets outside spoiled the haunting atmosphere, but still. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Jul 27 2017, 02:16 AM Post #17 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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The old knight was definitely the leader here, and he had a quality that his subordinates did not want to cross, evident by the way they quickly set the bar in order. Caelie used this opportunity to return to the bar with her stool, where she resumed seating and leaned her back against the bar. interesting how at one point, they were at each others' throats, and now they had all become more civilized. In her opinion, it was good that the whole situation had veered in this direction. The old man introduced himself a Balthazar, and proceeded to name his colleagues. Caelie almost laughed at Uther's smile; she really couldn't tell whether the discomfort stemmed from the way Balthazar had clipped his wings, or the fact that the redhead looked like she was going to hand his butt to him fair and square. She listened quietly to him, though she was tempted to ask him why "holy knights" were so eager to cross swords with others. Of course, such a question would not foster any better relations between both parties, so she didn't bother mentioning it. Balthazar's story sounded interesting, though he never stated the function of the holy knights. "Holy" could be rendered relatively to different people, and Caelie decided that coming to conclusions about the knights was not yet appropriate. Her friend, Beryl, was cold in response, and Caelie was aware that it stemmed from more than the little altercation that had happened a few moments back. Whatever relationship the knights had had with the Travertine fellow had been rather rocky, from Beryl's words, and that explained the aversion bordering on strong dislike that Beryl probably felt towards the holy knights. Anyway, Travertine had been killed, and there was an uneasy silence. Caelie was of the opinion that the knights had come to a dead end, and even though she felt that helping them was the noble thing to do, perhaps it was better if they left. Regardless of her thoughts, Caelie remained silent, watching and listening. In her opinion, this was not her turf, so there was little, for her part, to be said. |
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| Lightning | Jul 30 2017, 08:05 AM Post #18 |
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'Not bad.' Artesia found herself incredibly pleased that she had managed to win herself the bottle of vintage Pyrat rum, her eyes wandering to the label as she savoured the taste. It was an interesting mix, one that she could think of none other too similar. The finely blended rum was a mix of the liquor from all around the sea faring nations of Earthland, and yet it was something new in and of itself. A pronounced orange note was the first thing the red head took note of in both aroma and taste, a mollases sweetness following it up to ensure the senses were interested. "Liar!" The woman's voice cut right through Artesia's line of thought, her attention being brought back to the bar she presently sat in. 'Ah, right.' She was supposed to be paying attention. All of a sudden tale of holy knights and secret orders had come to light, and that was just the summary. It seemed that Artesia's first impression had been incorrect; the brunette hadn't been mistaken about the gender of the Travertine that he had been seeking. Instead, he just hadn't been looking for the one she knew. The atmosphere of the bar took on a life of its own as the air itself seemed to thicken and grow heavy with the weight of the accusations being thrown around. Life had been lost, and emotions were still raw - she could see it on everyone's faces. "Well there you have it." Artesia said, her legs uncrossing as she stood from her seat and approached the bar where Beryl remained. "Your man is dead." Perhaps her words would hurt her guild mate, their bluntness akin to a mallet - but they were meant to be so, for perhaps the 'holy knights' would leave because of them. After all there was no point in sticking around and harassing Beryl further, not if the person they were after was long from this world. Then again, since when were things ever so simple? Edited by Lightning, Jul 30 2017, 08:06 AM.
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| 司 Grond | Jul 31 2017, 12:53 AM Post #19 |
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Beryl wasn't hurt by her guildmate's words, after all, she had made peace with the fact that Travertine had died, quite a while back. However, there was something Beryl had to know. "Well, since you've all been denied the joys of reunion with Travertine by the cruel bitch called Life, I suppose I should wish you safe travels as you return to wherever it is you come from," the Seveni girl stated, "but I believe I have the right to know why you were looking for Travertine." "You and Travertine were close, I presume," Balthazar replied with a sigh. "It grieves me to hear of his passing. But did he leave anything with you before he died?" "That hasn't answered my question." The old man shrugged. "Very well," he said. "To explain what we're doing here, I'll have to go a little way back. Hope you have the time. Firstly, I'm sure you've had the... pleasure of meeting Avaggdu, as you have his mark, after all." A brief expression of revulsion and dread on the Seveni girl's face told anyone who saw it that she knew whoever Balthazar had mentioned, and they weren't friends. "Don't rile me, old man. Just continue." He complied. "The reason Travertine had to leave us was because he had a Mark, like yourself. We, the Guardians, have for centuries battled with Avaggdu, and do not make deals of any kind with that monster. Now when he left, Travertine took one of our artifacts, a violet stone. It is actually a map to one of our ancient hidden temples in which there is a dagger, the Sigil of Dreams. We need the Sigil to destroy Avaggdu." The Seveni mage stared at the old man as though he had mentioned in passing that he knew how to solve all the world's problems. "Destroy Avaggdu? Tell me how, now! You'd better not be lying." "It's none of your business," Nadine shot out. In reply, Beryl drew off the scarf round her shoulders, revealing the pendant she always wore. "It's my business now. So I'll advise that you let me hear the rest of the story. Or, you could find yourselves another violet stone. Of course, you could always see this guy I know, two streets away. I hear he makes the most convincing imitations." Nadine was quiet, though her face read volumes of evil. Balthazar thus continued, "Avaggdu came from the sky, many many years ago, along with a host of other horrors. One of them, named Gruuthug, is its master, and it draws its power from Gruuthug. Currently, Gruuthug slumbers in some place called the Well of Dreams. If we can draw Gruuthug out of the Well and seal it in the stone in which it came from the skies, breaking the stone will banish Gruuthug forever from our world. But to seal it, we must use the Sigil of Dreams. To find the Sigil of Dreams, we need your necklace. If we banish Gruuthug, Avaggdu should be banished as well, or at the very worst, lose its power. So, do you have any more questions for me? After which I must beg your leave to have your amulet." Edited by Grond, Jul 31 2017, 12:55 AM.
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| 裁 Hadou | Aug 1 2017, 12:35 AM Post #20 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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The knights made no attempt to leave even when Beryl informed them that the Travertine they sought was deceased. Even with the redhead's somewhat blunt statement, they still didn't budge. Most likely, they still had a secondary objective, then. Her expression one of idle interest, Caelie watched and listened to Beryl and Balthazar, as Beryl tried to get some information out of him. As Balthazar began talking about some creature named Avaggdu, Caelie jumped off her stool and changed position, ignoring the questioning or suspicious looks she got from anybody that wondered what she was doing. Eventually, she stopped at a position near the end of the bar, where she had direct access to the cold drafts of air blowing out from the air conditioner situated on the wall opposite her. The bar wasn't too large, and the air conditioning unit was powerful enough to get across to her. Resting her chin on her knuckles, she resumed her passive state, noting, however, Beryl's reaction to the name "Avaggdu". She cast a long glance at Nadine, who seemed to be the ass of the group, and smirked as Beryl made herself invaluable to the 'Guardian' mission by revealing that she was in possession of the item of which Balthazar spoke. Caelie honestly was interested in seeing how such a gemstone was capable of producing a map, but that was not the only thing she was currently interested in, now. Balthazar graciously gave a chance for questions to be asked, and although he probably expected Beryl to do the asking, it was Caelie who spoke up: "I have some questions of my own, if you don't mind... and before any of you starts stating that this is none of my business, I decided to make it mine once some people who think it's their business reacted to my friend and I with unprovoked hostility." Her eyes were on Nadine as she said so, her expression neutrally calm to the point of aloofness. Once she was sure that she would not be interrupted, she faced Balthazar. "First, who, or what is this Avaggdu? What's his business with marks and 'deals'? Who exactly are you guys, and what is your organization's purpose? You are obviously not knights of Fiore, so I doubt you have much jurisdiction to be making arrests here. I suppose though, it's well for you that you're not the knights of Fiore. Law and these parts don't mix too smoothly. Oh, one more thing: you mentioned that this Avaggdu 'came from the sky, with a host of other horrors.' What are these horrors? And by 'host', how many are we talking about here?" Edited by Hadou, Aug 1 2017, 10:52 PM.
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