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| The Darkness Behind The Stars: The Lurker in Midnight; Arc Thread: Part 1 | |
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| 司 Grond | Aug 1 2017, 08:00 PM Post #21 |
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OOC: Lightning asked me to skip her, as Artesia would be doing nothing but listening at present.... Balthazar fixed his weary eyes on the young snowy-haired woman as she posited questions of her own. Fortunately for everyone, Nadine chose to remain silent, instead returning the girl's level stare with a scowl. "If you don't mind, I shall leave our resident scholar to answer your questions," the old man said, as all the knights turned to look at Livinia, who appeared initially clueless to the fact that she had been called on to answer Caelie's questions. Suddenly noticing the many eyes on her, she reddened and sat up. "Right, sorry. I'll see if I can answer your inquiries as well as I can," the purple-haired maiden said quickly. "Firstly, most people would consider Avaggdu a demon, although that's technically impossible to prove, as Avaggdu is extraterrestrial, but its origins can't be determined as extraplanar or not. In fact, this has been the subject of debate among ancient scholars among the Guardians--" at this point, Uther cleared his throat loudly, causing Livinia to pause, then return to the questions at hand. "Now, whatever Avaggdu is, it is quite malicious in its intent towards humans, considering us as playthings or less. It has a peculiar way of tormenting humans, making deals with them, and marking those with whom the deals are made, like your friend. To make a deal with Avaggdu, one has to ask it for help, after which Avaggdu marks the poor soul with his mark, which begins to erode at their virtues until they are the very kind of person they initially would have most hated to be. And at this stage, they belong, body and mind, to Avaggdu. Who are we? Guardians, we are called, holy knights we are, of an ancient order, seeking to eradicate Avaggdu and its kind from Earthland. Unfortunately, at this point, time and treachery have all but exterminated us, and we here are the last of the Guardians. But we must hold true to our mission, or die trying. And as to how many of Avaggdu's kind came from the skies so long ago, I don't think there's any living person that knows. When our order was destroyed, which occurred even before my birth, records, stories, volumes of valuable information were destroyed. We've heard of rumors of hidden Guardian temples, like the one we're currently trying to find, which may have information on how to fight those horrors...." Beryl suddenly grabbed a bottle from the bar and threw it at Livinia, causing the violet-haired knight to duck. Of course, Nadine was up and drawing her weapon when the sound of something striking wood with great force reverberated through the bar, and the shaft of an arrow could be seen still quivering in the wall behind Livinia, who stared at the missile in shock. "Ambush!" Beryl cried, as cloaked figures burst into the bar. While of different shapes and sizes, they all wore the same black robes which concealed all but their eyes, and they carried drawn weapons. The archer who had fired the first shot stood at the doorway (from the bearing and movements, it was a female), and leveled an arrow at Caelie, before releasing the shaft. At the same time, two tall, slim figures charged at Artesia, one running horizontally along the wall, and the other coming in low, one brandishing a spiked maul, and the other two long knives. The knights were in similar conditions of danger, and everyone would have their hands full, making assistance of others difficult. Beryl, for her part, half-reflexively ducked and dove to the right, as a big brute swung a jagged axe downwards at her head, which smashed into the bar, sending wood splinters in all directions. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Aug 2 2017, 12:12 AM Post #22 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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The old man directed the questions to the "resident scholar", who was Livinia, the purple haired knight. Caelie smiled to herself at the "resident scholar's" reaction. It was quite the kind of thing she would do, if caught unawares. Today, however, she was in one of her more stoic moods, so it was unlikely she would demonstrate any klutzy behavior. Caelie was very interested in everything Livinia had to say about this Avaggdu. He was a demonic entity, most likely the sort that she sought to banish from Earthland. Livinia called him an 'extraterrestrial', an implication that he came from beyond this planet, rather than from another dimension. Balthazar had mentioned something like that before, too. Avaggdu could actually be both extraplanar and extraterrestrial. However, Livinia's explanation was cut short by a rude interruption from Uther, and Caelie glared at him. She was the one who asked the questions, not him. If anyone thought Livinia's explanations were boring, she didn't. In fact, she was enjoying the trivia. A pity some of the... less scholarly were not. Avaggdu was evil, as Caelie had expected, and seemed to like torturing humans. And somewhere in Beryl's past, she had sought his help, those 'tattoos' being his marks on her body. So far, she was not yet his slave, so there was hope for the blonde yet. And the knights were, in an almost cliche concept, an ancient group of demon hunters. Under more auspicious circumstances, if they were still an active group, she might have joined them... or not. They seemed like the sort with many rules, and while she was a disciplined person, she was so unorthodox that many did not approve of her techniques, even though they were never dangerous to innocents and such stuff. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Beryl snatch a bottle and throw it at Livinia. Instantly, adrenaline surged through her veins. Analyzing the way Beryl had thrown the bottle, it was sudden, like she made a decision on the fly. That would imply that she wanted to distract Livinia, or cause her to react... but to what? The thud and the arrow protruding out of the wall answered Caelie's question, and she realized, without requiring Beryl's warning yell, that they were under attack. The archer, who had tried to kill Livinia, decided to take on Caelie, aiming an arrow at her and releasing it. Caelie threw herself over the bar and heard the dull thud of the projectile as it drove into the bar. She landed in a crouch, and found herself staring at the barkeep, who looked both horrified and dismayed at all the chaos going on in his bar. She glanced about for a projectile she could use to gauge the archer's speed, and eventually picked a bottle. She turned it over once in her hands and noticed the label. Her eyes widened slightly, then she frowned and looked at the barkeep. "'Banana Hammock' is kind of a lame name for a strong drink..." It was actually the picture on the label that was more disturbing, but honestly, she didn't want to know. She peeked and ducked instantly, and in the nick of time, too, for an arrow whizzed overhead and broke a jar above and behind her. Without missing a heartbeat, Caelie rose and hurled the Banana Hammock bottle at the archer, sprinting for cover behind an overturned table. The rate at which the archer could react to the bottle and nock another arrow would tell Caelie what she needed to know about the archer's reaction speed, and how to act accordingly. |
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| Lightning | Aug 5 2017, 07:44 AM Post #23 |
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OOC: OTL sorry.... I've had appointments and interviews everywhere lately. I did not proof read this in favour of posting ASAP before my power went out again. So forgive any areas that read terribly XD As strange and unnerving as the information which came to light may have been for others, Artesia listened without a sign of feeling much at all. The woman had dealt with so many demons, monsters, and other weird and wacky things from the depths of a variety of hells that this 'Avaggdu' was nothing special. In fact, she found her attention wavering slightly in favour of the liquor she continued to indulge in yet again. Or at least she had until mentions of hidden temples were made. You see, Artesia was the type with a soft spot for hidden ruins and/or temples; they were where most of her most impressive and valuable discoveries had been made when it came to treasures and the like. Add on that there was an element of magic and mysticism these ones.... and they sounded like they held some promise. Sadly there was no time to hear more about the temples in question, nor even for her to have thought about inquiring about them. An ambush had been launched, and she was the target of attention from at least two of those who had launched it. The first of the two seemed the most agile of the pair. With two short knives in hand they attempted to show off their wall running ability for reasons unknown... it couldn't have been the most practical of approaches, that much was certain. The other? Well they seemed to be taking a far more direct approach as their spiked maul charged towards in their hands. Unfortunately for them though, this assault was yet another inconvenience of the night, and as she exhaled deeply, Artesia had well and truly run out patience. The conversation had just gotten interesting damn it! From their hiding place, the same tendrils of darkness magic that had assailed the holy knights earlier burst forth in defence of the red head, but this time it was not just from the ground from whence they came. No, this time around the enemy who'd chosen the wall found himself the assailed as the tendrils lashed out to grasp him with a life seemingly of their own. Perhaps their aid wouldn't be enough to keep him at bay for long, but their interference would buy Artesia valuable time with which to assess and potentially deal with the man before her. His charge was powered by a guttural roar, and despite his slender frame, she knew his weapon was not to be taken lightly. I mean, spikes hurt, and it didn't really matter who was wielding them. To gauge his strength, and with her bottle of liquor still in hand, Artesia erected a wall of solidified darkness in the man's path, a wall that was promptly smashed by a single swing of his sturdy maul. Together they made eye contact as his hood fell from his face during the swing, and in the momentary pause he made, the Sinian showed her mild appreciation of his strength - a gesture he didn't seem to appreciate as he snarled, his lips peeling back to reveal his yellowed teeth. Edited by Lightning, Aug 5 2017, 07:46 AM.
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| 司 Grond | Aug 7 2017, 10:59 PM Post #24 |
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Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket in the span of half a minute. One moment the night was quiet, and the hapless barman was imagining that he had seen the last amount of violence that night, and the next, arrows, bottles and all sorts of things were flying through the air. No, everything had gone to hell in a handbasket, returned to earth, and gone back there for a refresher course. And everyone, or at least most of everyone, was apparently well occupied. At least, that was what was on Beryl's mind as she scrambled away from the devastated bar, noting that the weapon wielded by the hulk who'd just tried to carve her in two actually looked expensive. A plan came to mind, and her brain, already fully awake, thanks majorly to adrenaline, began working the details out on the go. First things first, attempt to analyze his physical stats. His swings were quite decent, meaning his accuracy was, at worst, average, but he was slow, to Beryl's relief. However, if he could split the thick bar with one swing of his axe, well, Beryl didn't want to get hit by him. Next things next, get rid of his weapon. Beryl knew she would have to target his soft spots, majorly his joints, though she needed a striking weapon with which to use. Grabbing a chair, the Seveni girl swung it into the upper region of his bulking frame, wood splinters flying yet again as the chair disintegrated on the man's head. The blow moved him, as he staggered in the direction of force, but quickly recovered with a growl as he made for her again. Using a relatively long piece of wood gained from the broken chair, Beryl poked him in the elbow with it, then quickly followed up with a sharp clubbing to his closed fist. He yowled and opened his hand, releasing the axe. With practiced grace, Beryl flipped the weapon over her head with the stick in her hand, causing the axe to fly through the air and land beside the hiding barman. Without giving a moment to spare, the hulk tackled the much smaller girl, who wasn't nimble enough to jump out of the way. As his meaty hands reached for her throat, Beryl grabbed his wrist and found herself pinned against the wall. Without allowing her opponent time to capitalize on his advantage, she used the man's arm as a support to lift her legs and wrap them quickly round his neck, causing him to let go in surprise. "Take that axe-- sell it or something-- get out of here now!" the Earth mage said between puffs and grunts to the bartender, who sought to comply, while the hulk somehow found a way of smacking his smaller opponent against the bar despite her chokehold, forcing her to let go. Seeing the barman escaping with his weapon, he made after the man, which was the final part of Beryl's plan. Use the escaping man's distraction as leverage. Pulling her hairpin free, Beryl activated its ability, arming herself with a makeshift stiletto, which she used to bloody her distracted opponent's right knee. Knowing that he was a bit too alert to take a debilitating or mortal injury, the best thing to do would have to be to give him a crippling disadvantage. "How do you like me now?" Beryl taunted, taking a ready crouch with her makeshift weapon in hand. The brute's response was a loud growl, as he fished within his robes and produced two knuckleduster-like weapons, which began to hum as they emitted arcs of electricity. His hood and face coverings had fallen off during his scuffle with the Nine Lives mage, revealing a face that bespoke mild intellectual impairment, but made up for it with quite a terrible scowl. "You really need to introduce me to your weapon supplier.... Wait, do you speak Fiorean, or is that an empty jangle I hear in the communication part of your brain?" The worsening of the scowl told Beryl that he understood what she'd just said. And he didn't seem to like insults. And if anyone would have the free time or space to look outside, there would be just pitch blackness. No lights from the street or houses outside shining in. Like the inn had been swallowed in some inky blackness. Hopefully the barman had made good his escape, because Beryl had the feeling that things were just about to get worse. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Aug 9 2017, 09:51 AM Post #25 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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As Caelie expected, the archer easily ducked beneath the bottle and let fly another arrow. She was fast enough, probably about as fast as Caelie, but her build and reliance on long ranged weaponry implied that she was probably lacking in physical strength. So, once Caelie could close the distance between them, she would likely be at an advantage, since normal bows did not make for good melee weapons. The issue was getting in close. Skipping to the side, she heard the arrow as it whizzed past her head and buried itself in the wall behind her. The little window provided when the archer nocked the next arrow was what she needed. She broke into a full tilted sprint, calculating that one more arrow would be released before she got in close enough to cause damage. As she had analyzed, the archer fitted an arrow into a bow, and released it at her chest. Caelie smoothly converted her charge into a drop, using the momentum of running to slide on her hip and pass underneath a table, while the arrow sailed overhead. Resuming her approach without wasting any time, she closed in on the archer, who, surprisingly, did not react to her presence by trying to break away, but continued to prepare her next arrow. "That's very odd..." Being the prudent fighter that she was, such suspicious behavior got Caelie on high alert. Her handing balling into a fist, she threw a jab, which was more or less meant to be a feint, just as the archer began to aim her bow. All at once, a skeletal arm burst out from somewhere on the archer's back, latching onto her fist as it did so. Caelie's right leg swung upwards, kicking the archer's hands viciously to knock the bow aside, as she continued to use the force of the kick to smite the skeletal arm in the elbow. There was a cracking sound as the arm came clean off, and this time, the archer backed away quickly. Caelie wanted to rush after her, but something stopped her in her tracks. Where the skeletal arm had burst forth, an entire torso seemed to be manifesting. A rib cage constructed itself from some dark energy, with an arm sprouting outwards, while the original one she had broken reconstructs itself. A skull finally emerged, its eye sockets carved in a scowl, while it still maintained the rictus grin that skulls are known for. Okay, that is very impressive... Caelie muttered, wondered why on earth she had not acquired any useful weapons. She had not thought she would need any serious tools of combat, even though Dandelion was considered dangerous. This situation was more than just dangerous, anyway. The skeletal torso, whose arms were longer than normal, recovered the bow and returned it to the archer, who studied it for any damage. Satisfied, she nodded smugly and replaced her arrow. Back to square one. Except that square one had a square two to back it up, if that made any sense at all. |
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| 司 Grond | Aug 24 2017, 12:09 AM Post #26 |
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OOC: So Lightning asked to be skipped, and will catch up in the long run. The single moment Beryl had looked outside had almost been costly, as the Seveni girl just managed to duck in time, the skin on her face prickling slightly as she felt the static from the magically generated electricity on the brute's fist weapons, as one of them swung where her head had just been moments before in a vicious right hook. Beryl backed away but found her retreat route cut off by the broken bar. She looked up to see her opponent bearing down on her, eager to make quick use of her temporary restriction. A downward swing of the man's meaty fist impacted solidly with the broken bar, Beryl having quickly and safely skipped out of harm's way. Quickly, she grabbed a solid-looking bottle lying on the floor beside the destroyed bar and swung it with all the force she could generate in her sword arm at the hulk's head. For the bottle not to have broken when the bar was destroyed meant that it was made of more solid stuff than regular glass, and so with any luck, could be used as a temporary bludgeoning tool. Whatever the strength of the bottle, it shattered readily on the brute's head, showering him with the liquor which it had served as containment for. The brute snarled at Beryl, but funnily enough, his eyes seemed to begin glazing over as his face contorted into its hostile expression, with the hulk reflexively lifting his hands to defend his face. Noticing that he was beginning to get groggy from her assaults, Beryl took quick advantage of the situation, kicking the man's left wrist in a powerful spinning roundhouse. The force of Beryl's kick drove the brute's hand into the side of his head, with the sparking weapon connecting with his bare temple. A bright series of sparking and violent shuddering followed, before the hulk crumpled onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. "One down, a few others to go... but what is it with the darkness outside?" the Earth mage wondered quietly, as she sought out which of her allies to help. Caelie was closest, but Artesia had two enemies... "Your necklace, now!" a voice rife with urgency pealed, as Balthazar, moving with surprising speed for someone with his limp, and snatching her pendant from off her neck. Beryl came after him, but he quickly threw it down and struck the item with the tip of his staff. The Seveni girl let out a cry as the purple stone of her necklace shattered into a hundred pieces, but suddenly, the pieces, of their own accord, arranged themselves into a circular design, and began glowing with a strange purple light. "Here is your map, or maybe I should more correctly call that item a key and a map, blended into one," the old man wheezed. "But there's no time to explain anything else. Everyone, into this portal, we don't have much time." Balthazar's voice was almost a yell now, and the ominous sound of glass cracking could be heard, as the windows of the bar began to crack from whatever evil blackness had enveloped outside. Balthazar stepped on the circle, and was gone. The other knights, managing to dispatch or incapacitate their own opponents, even if temporarily, charged after their leader, heading for the strange circular portal, into which they disappeared one by one. While Beryl was eager to get in, she instinctively stayed back, interested in making sure her allies got through the portal before she felt satisfied enough to do so herself. But the situation seemed to be getting more dangerous by the second. Beryl prayed they would all make it, as she flung a chair at one of the mysterious assassins facing Artesia, the one with the maul. She just wanted to create a costly distraction, costly for the assassin. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Aug 28 2017, 03:47 PM Post #27 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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The archer with the skeletal back up drew her bow once again and fired. Unable to evade and press an attack, like she had done before, the white haired mage had to shift her body aside, out of the way of the incoming arrow, taking a few steps backwards as she did so. Then she broke into a run, closely avoiding another arrow as she retreated back beyond the other side of the bar. She would have liked to hide and listen for the archer's movements, if possible, but Beryl and her dance partner were making one heck of a ruckus. As she crouched, she suddenly noticed a foreboding and oppressing inky darkness which lingered outside. The streetlights and every other source of illumination that existed outside the bar seemed to have been swallowed up by the darkness. Caelie didn't know the implication of this, but like as not, it was not a good sign. Casting those thoughts aside, she glanced around for something else she could use to overcome the defenses of the archer. Her eyes came to rest on a steel tray, circular in shape, which could make for a useful projectile, if not for anything but for a distraction. There were some pastries on the tray, though; ball-shaped, they looked like they were made from wheat and had been fried. Although having never tasted one before, she had come across the name before. What was it now? Yes, takoyaki. She didn't know if it was the barkeep's snack, or he served such; she could have ordered for some food as she was quite hungry. Well, a skeleton with ape arms was more trouble than an empty stomach. Dealing with the archer ensured that she would stay alive to fill her tummy later. Not one to waste food, though, Caelie picked one and nibbled at it, then, approving of the taste, crammed three into her mouth. As she cleared the tray of its contents, she noticed a shadow cautiously fall over the bar. From the height and shape, she discerned that the archer was carefully sneaking over to investigate her position. "Let's see if I can't use this to my advantage..." Easing herself into a crouch, she reached for a fallen stool and pushed it as hard as she could, so that it would slide out in full view of the archer. The archer would likely fire the loaded arrow, since she expected to be protected by her skeleton when she had to load the next shot. Besides, everyone's nerves were jittery; it was very easy to shoot first and ask questions later. Taking a deep breath and praying for luck, Caelie followed the stool. As she emerged from her hiding spot, she noticed that the archer had indeed let the arrow fly, giving her the opening she required. However, she had miscalculated the position of the archer from herself, and thus her enemy was still some distance away. Quickly scrambling for the next piece of cover as another arrow was fitted in place, Caelie ducked behind a table that had been toppled over, just as a thud reverberated through the table, signalling another fired arrow. Almost immediately, the table jerked and was lifted into the air, the skeletal contraption of the archer swiftly eliminating the cover so that she would be open. Caelie responded by flinging the tray in her hand at the archer's face. Not prepared for such an attack, as she had thought she was the armed one in this fight, the tray met the archer square in the eyes, causing her to reel with a cry of pain. The skeleton was noticeably slower than its bearer, giving Caelie enough time to spring forward with a knee attack which connected with the archer's jaw, just as the skeletal arms bore downwards. The skeletal contraption dissolved almost instantly with a clipped, unearthly shriek, as the archer crashed to the ground, head first, knocked out cold. That had gone well enough, that was sure. Now, about the issue of being unarmed... Caelie had just relieved the archer of her bow and arrows when she heard a loud crack. The darkness outside was somehow palpable, and was trying to force its way inside. At that moment, she noticed that most of the fights were already concluded, with the knights retreating through some sort of circular portal. Without needing to be told, she sprinted, jumping over the archer's lifeless form, as she slung the arrows over her shoulder and made for the glowing circle on the ground like made. As she stepped onto the portal, she felt a shift in magical energies around her, signalling that she was being transported somewhere else. Who knew where this rabbit hole would lead? |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 15 2017, 02:33 AM Post #28 |
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OOC: Due to the absence of our third member, a little bunnying may have to be done on the affected character.... The chair Beryl threw glanced off the shoulder of her intended target, not a blow that would have been costly, were the battle perhaps a one-on-one duel. What was much more dangerous than the damage caused by the chair was the distraction it caused.The yellow-toothed fellow glanced at Beryl with a menacing growl, and that split second of losing sight of his original opponent, Artesia, was enough to quickly conclude the match. Beryl had always been aware of the importance of distractions in fast-paced combat, and she was sure her Sinian guildmate was as well. Of course, as was expected, Artesia took advantage of the distraction, felling the hooded assassin with speed and efficiency. The other assassin, who had charged at Artesia and gotten bound to the wall by some of her dark magic tendrils, was struggling against his bonds and beginning to force his way through them by sheer brute force. Noticing this, Beryl swept up another chair, covered the distance between herself and the struggling man with a leap, and brought the seat down on the man's head with as much force as she could muster. The chair splintered, and the man stopped moving. Down and out for the count. But there was no time to gloat over the victory, with the strange threat outside the bar trying to get in. Without wasting any time, the two young women dashed for the glowing purple circle, even as the glasses of the bar's windows began shattering, and the darkness, like smoky tendrils began snaking into the room, extinguishing the lights from the lanterns when they touched them. Allowing Artesia to get to the circle first, Beryl watched as the redhead vanished, and then leaped onto the circle. For a moment, she felt lightheaded, similar to what she felt when she used the abilities of her shortswords Surya and Chandra. And then Beryl found herself in a strange circular tunnel made from purple crystal, much like the same material that made up her pendant, also with a circle of crystals round where she stood. Balthazar stepped up and picked one of the crystals, and the circle disintegrated, Beryl's pendant forming in the old man's hand. "Keep this well, for we shall have need of it again," the man said. Taking the pendant and wearing it again, Beryl looked round to see with some degree of satisfaction that everyone had made it into this strange tunnel, and escaped from the strange assault on the bar. "Where does this tunnel lead?" Beryl asked. "The temple from which we'll acquire the Sigil?" Uther shrugged. "Could be anywhere, lass. To the temple, yes, if one knows how to get there. I believe Balthazar mentioned that your pendant is a key and a map, so with it, we can find our way to the temple." Beryl turned to Caelie and Artesia. "I am so so sorry for dragging you two into this mess...." |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 16 2017, 09:22 PM Post #29 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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Caelie found herself standing in a tunnel of crystalline constituency, its hue much the same as Beryl's pendant that had created the portal, which had extricated them from whatever malice the darkness without intended to unleash against them. Looking around, she noticed that she was standing in a circle of crystals, and she promptly stepped out of the ring. No sooner had she moved than the redhead, followed immediately by Beryl, appeared, indicating that everyone had, some way or the other , survived the attack in the bar. As Balthazar dispelled the circle and returned a crystal to Beryl, Caelie took in her surroundings, trying to find something of interest, but beyond the interesting color and look of the tunnel, there was hardly anything worthy of note. Just then, Beryl apologized to Artesia and herself, for getting them mixed up in her troubles. Caelie shrugged and replied: "Don't apologize yet; I don't know exactly what I've gotten myself into." She laughed. "On a more serious note, friends help each other out, so there's no need to apologize. I'm more interested in seeing where all this gets us to." Slinging the retrieved bow over her other shoulder, she asked Balthazar, since he was the leader of this group of knights: "Where are we, sir Balthazar, and what's the next step? 'Our resident scholar' could always answer the question, if you're fine with that." |
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| 司 Grond | Sep 18 2017, 02:45 PM Post #30 |
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Caelie didn't seem too disturbed that she had been introduced to the convoluted mess that could be identified as Beryl's life. She was either very brave, or ignorant of the gravity of the matter before the group. Being the slightly cynical person that she was, Beryl was minded to think her silver-haired friend was probably the latter, although there was a part of the Seveni that felt very grateful for having someone willing to stick with her even in this crisis. She smiled and muttered an almost inaudible "thank you", while the knights listened to Caelie's questions. "Alright, Livinia will answer the question of where we are, and then I shall take over from there," the old man said, as he gestured to his purple-haired colleague, who cleared her throat and began her explanation. "This place doesn't have a particular name; I'm sure it did a long time ago, but like the culture of the Guardians, its identity has been lost to time. In any case, we know what it is: a sort of transient interdimensional corridor that links places on Earthland to other particular dimensions. I think it's how the ancient Guardians transported themselves across their temples." Livinia ran a hand along the wall of the tunnel, and continued, "But to use this corridor, one must have the right stone, which we have, fortunately," here she looked at Beryl, "and one must have the right magic, which we have," here she looked at Balthazar. The old man nodded and stepped forward. "The next step is to get to the temple in which the sigil may be found. We are all ready, I hope." |
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