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| Novama | Mar 22 2017, 09:26 PM Post #31 |
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Morose Morose Arid Land Sounds of the Wilderness Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon Morose leaped to stand on top of a stall's wooden table. It creaked and groaned under the little chef's weight, but held. The food that had been neatly placed on the table had already been relocated to the cart. It was shriveled and not the most appetizing looking. Morose inspected other tables' goods to find similar quality. The dry island was likely not the greatest for fresh produce. However, the men were able to haul back several plump melon type fruits barely less prickly than a cactus. "I'll make do, I suppose" The chef continued to oversee the effort. Although the pirates were looting with very greedy helpings in some cases, none of the priests left their homes to intervene. They simply watched from the shadows. Morose could make our the feint gleam of their attentive eyes, some moist with tears. Morose soon understood when he saw that across the way 2 assassin priests had appeared. A few of the freedom crew were already on the ground in pools of blood. Morose stared, frozen in a moment of shock as he teeth clenched hard, before finally making his move. "Hurry up with the cart and get it moving back to the ship. We have enough for now!" Leaping from table, tarp, and man as needed across the market to the two priests who casually strode in, impaling any pirate that got too close. While his dark cloak rippled around him and sparkled faintly in the noonday sun, it did not hide the fact that he had drawn his knives (if he had ever stowed them in the first place). Like a bird of prey, Morose fell out of the air over the two priests casting a shadow that caused them to look up. They smiled briefly as they readied their needle weapons and thrust at the air Morose would fall through. *shink* *Clank* *plopplop* Morose landed in front of the two priests is their needle weapons fell to pieces before them. They continued to look in the air for a moment for an event that never came to pass before finally looking down at the useless stumps in their hands and the pieces of metal on the dusty ground. Their sunglasses hid most of their reaction, but Morose did not intend to wait for them to realize their mistake. tech Meanwhile Salas's feet squarely hit Rook's back, but Rook felt as solid as a rock. The shaman's attack must have did something, but how effective it was was not great enough to bring about a reaction from the brutish priest who continued his charge forward. With salas behind him, Rook did not stop his charge and instead curved his course so he continued his charge and incredibly picked up speed as he did so. The field of crosses posed no hindrance to him. He simply yanked them out of the ground, corpse and all, and hurled them at Salas as he ran. Any crosses he did pick up to chuck at Salas were simply ran down or smashed through as if running through a paper banner. His charge attack appeared more fierce now than previously. He smiled maniacally with a wide grin made of teeth too large. Although Salas drew closer to the other 3, they gave no indication they were concerned or needed to step in. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Mar 23 2017, 01:34 PM Post #32 |
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It seemed that The Shaman's estimation of the hardier priest was more or less correct, his attack had little effect on the charging brute. His instincts were scanning for any form of weakness when the crosses and corpses started flying at him, his rational mind would have been appalled at the blatant hypocrisy in the Mourners' disrespect of the dead, but he was not thinking of morals at that time and only focused on avoiding the attacks. Salasais sidestepped some of the flying crosses while his moss arms snatched a pair of them from the air and threw them back to their sender to be splintered against his charge and the bodies trampled beneath his feet. "The spirits of the dead call for your attendance..." He would need this beast to stay still if he was to bring it to its knees, his body complied and the limbs thrashed about to spread the spores airborne around him. As Rook's charge drew near, Salasais jumped up and back towards the other end of his slowing cloud of spores so the priest would lose some of his momentum before meeting him. He then tensed his arm and delivered a palm strike to the man's face before his moss limbs leap-frogged him over his opponent. With the priest's advance slowed, The shaman moved to where some of the crosses had broken and retrieved the bloodied spikes which held their victims, entangling them in the gnarls of his animated moss. Techs Used
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| Novama | Mar 24 2017, 02:58 PM Post #33 |
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Morose Morose Arid Land Sounds of the Wilderness Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon Morose looked up at the two priests in that moment. It was one of those moments that slows for the one experiencing it. You experience the moment rarely but its always in pivotal and sometimes choice making moments. Moments when you must choose the person you are going to be in the next moment and going forward. The eyes Morose had for the priests contained a palpable rage and the dark rings around his eyes showed how haunted he had become by the mounting body count in his career as a pirate. Knives streaked silver as they sliced through the air to the seemingly unarmed men. Morose's teeth were clenched angrily and bared. His usually composed face was twisted with a desire for retribution and fairness and to be done with this horrid business. The moment was still slowed however and seemed to drag. What would he choose? This priest standing before him was slowly moving his arms to guard his body. It would be too late, but the choice was still up to Morose. The choice of whether or not his knife would go for the man's exposed throat or his tensing up that was moving to act as a meat shield. Morose was too focused on the moment to notice more priests were following behind the two he was about to deal with. Morose was also too focused to see the freedom crew was rushing forward full of bravado to defend their own. Whatever Morose decided in this next moment would decide what he would have to do next. On the one hand, Morose's blade was light with images of slain comrades and the blood of the innocents in this town. On the other, his knife was heavy with the assumed guilt that would come and the idea of taking a life in general. While the priests could sleep with what they do, could Morose? The moment was over and the chef's knives were a flurry. The priest fell over the next moment with several cuts along his arms, legs, and torso. Blood immediately flowed from the wounds...and continued to flow as the priest blinked and then groaned in pain unable move anything without getting an agonized face. The other priest looked as his companion, his mouth held agape before smiling widely in a toothy grin common among their order. "You pitiful non-mourner who came with the christ, if you can't give us what we seek, then you are better of dead!" The zealot cried as he thrust the stump of his needle weapon at Morose's head. The angle at which Morose had cut off the point left a dull but still applicable tool for injury. Meanwhile Rook rampaged through Salas's cloud. Towering over the shaman a beast of a man all red with fury and zeal, he looked to be moments from crushing the shaman in his wake. In the next moment, the dr. was safely on the other side of the priest. Rook didn't seem to feel the sudden impact to his face nor did he slow....immediately. After missing Salas for a second time, Rook snorted as he finished running through the spore cloud. He slowed till he came to a halt. his movements had lessened to a noticeable degree though he was still quicker than the average man. His breathing became more horse after that and he visibly sweat in the cool breeze of midday. The spores were uncomfortably troubling the priest. The priests at the entrance to the cacthedral spectated emotionlessly save for the one by the name of Knight. Although Rook was hit a few times and the spores were zapping his speed, he seemed far from toppling or giving in. Taking up one of the crosses in his hands, he marched over to Salas and swung the weapon like a pickaxe as if to plant Salas into the ground. The force would be sufficient to destroy the cross in his hands if left unhindered. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Mar 24 2017, 10:48 PM Post #34 |
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The tendrils within Salasais' moss limbs writhed as they moved the looted spikes closer to the claw-like end of the structure and Rook moved to attack him yet another uprooted cross. The action was far from intimidating, as the shaman could react easily to the brute at his full speed, even if he had the constitution to still be able to move functionally, Rook may as well have been crawling compared to his killer reflexes! The downward swing was powerful, but clumsy. Salasais charged forward, ducking under the wood to get closer to the priest. Part of him wanted Rook's last moments to come agonizingly slowly, the rest rationalized that there were yet more priests which needed to be brought low and toying with his prey now would not do. The cross began splintering against the ground in what seemed like slow motion as the Shaman sprang up toward Rook's face, his reddened growths clenching into fists as the bloodied spikes extended from their "knuckles" in a vicious and potentially very lethal uppercut with full intent to drive three nails into the bottom of Rook's jaw! Salasais' mind was a raging whirlwind of murderous thoughts and supernatural decrees. The mortals seek to spread death but wish to reject its embrace! We are the Avatar of Decay! They must be reclaimed! He bared his teeth as he glared at the priest, spikes still protruding from the other limb which had not yet attacked. Once again the air around the Shaman began to carry the spores which had desolated the streets on his way here. If Rook had survived his earlier attack, he would no doubt succumb to the effects of the spores now as they sapped his vitality. His time was now. Techs Used
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| Novama | Mar 26 2017, 09:28 PM Post #35 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon Morose stared at the men he had just felled. The edges of the blades in his hands were slicked red at the edges but were not soaked like a butcher's would be. The choice was made, now to walk it. Morose eyes immediately shifted to the priest still standing. Poorly equipped as he was, the priest would have killed a civilian. Morose met the stump of a weapon, metal clinking on metal, before sliding his blade along what remained of the needle's length to connect with the other man's fingers. The damaged weapon and half the priest's digits fell to the dusty ground. It took the man a moment to catch up while his adrenaline was likely pumping, but as the priest's maniacal face twisted to express horror and suffering rather than warped pleasure, Morose's other knife whipped out several times to rake the man's legs and torso as the chef stepped in. The fight was not done, but things were different. "I cannot yet change the past and since your are content to further haunt my present, try not to hate me for selfishly sharing my misery." Morose whipped his knives to splatter the mens' blood in lines on both sides of him. The parched earth quickly soaked up the trails. Morose swallowed hard. He was suddenly thirsty as well. Ahead, other members of the crew were engaging the priests still coming. Gunshots rang out and demanded Morose's attention. A couple more of the crew had been downed since he last looked and they only finished off one priest by themselves, presumably with bullets. The priests were quick to cover the ground between them and any man that could get into range was almost immediately ran through with the black, metal needle weapons. Morose's focus and composure returned as his eyes hardened. His jaw and hands tightened with the resolve to what must be done. He dashed forward raising dust clouds in his wake as he rushed the priests. Easily drawing their attention with the sparkling cloak that whirled and whipped around his body, he moved to engage and parried one of the needles that had been meant for one of his crew mates. Three priests were now coming at Morose. Meanwhile Rook's massive jaw that loomed over Salas took the hit like a granite slab. However, the nails penetrated flesh. Rook's toothy grin was immediately marred as blood bubbled and hissed out the spaces between his oversized teeth. The soft flesh of his jaw also leaked blood. Rook was still not dead. Perhaps the nails were not long enough or maybe they didn't go where Salas hoped, but the man still stood. Even with the spores suddenly shrouding both of them in murky air that zapped the beast of a man's energy, he still stood. He was his namesake. His speed returned, Rook didn't let a single second pass after Salas's attack before he countered. Castle! (36) description: Rook stampedes instantly to a place he could normal move to. Anything in his way in that moment is severely damaged or destroyed by a barrier of air and presence or by the intense pressure delivered to the ground with each stomp of his foot to propel him forward during the dash. The priest was suddenly standing across the plaza of crosses with a trampled path of broken posts and bodies behind him. The sudden technique was like a train as the massive priest hurled his body forward. At the same time, broken splinters of the cross he smashed earlier were held in each hand and stabbed repeatedly at Salas's main body. If Salas had remained attached to Rook, he would have risked 4 piercing stabs to his body as well as withstanding the forces of the kinetic barrier that suddenly appeared before Rook during the charge and repelled anything that got in his way. If Salas opted to detach himself from Rook, he would again risk being punished by the barrier as well as potentially getting trampled and stomped on several times under foot like every things else presently behind Rook. The ground was quite firm. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Mar 27 2017, 11:09 PM Post #36 |
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The fact that Rook remained standing despite the nails driven into his head and poisonous spores sapping his vitality was a serious vexation to the Shaman. Single powerful opponents always brought out the worst in him, dealing with them was complicated and generally painful. Case in point, the priest charged forward with blinding speed in spite of his injuries and unleashed a flurry of stabs against Salasais while the pressure of the air being displaced by the brute threatened to shake him off and crush him underfoot! Far too furious at the priest's insolent refusal to die to think of anything besides killing the now-literal thorn in his side, the possessed shaman clung tenaciously to the man with his moss limbs as the broken pieces of the shattered cross repeatedly pierced the flesh on his back. The pain was such that Salasais howled out, but he didn't show signs of relenting and as soon as Rook's movement slowed enough for the barrier of displaced air to dissipate, he pulled himself up with his growths and tore the impaled nails from the jaw of his adversary with his true hands and plunged them anew into the sides of the priest's neck just above the collarbone! Still not satisfied, he closed his arms around the brute's thick neck and one of the spikes was passed from one mossy appendage to the other and both "arms" began frantically stabbing the nails toward any position with bare skin they could reach! The pain he was experiencing, while fueling his aggression, was making making the shaman care less and less about receiving future injuries as long as he could kill the source of his pain as well. He was no longer speaking, only snarling viciously. Active Techs
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| Novama | Mar 29 2017, 08:07 AM Post #37 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon The priest Morose parried spun the direction his weapon was set to savagely bring his left hand around in a spiral backfist. Morose was still pushing the weakened crew member away, so the backhand cuffed him hard on the back of his head and sent him careening into the dirt. He lifted his head, his eyes spinning and blurry before focusing moments later, and left some blood in the dust where his cheek was scratched. After his eyes refocused, Morose immediately rolled to the side as two needle weapons sunk into the earth where he had been just a moment before. Morose's hair was in a disarray and some of it stuck to his face with the sudden perspiration that moistened his skin. The boy had the eyes of someone on the brink of panic. Wide eyed and overly tense, he may stiffen into helplessness on the ground or suddenly run or lash out madly. The air whistled as it was sucked in sharply by mouth. Morose's eyes had calmed and the youth lashed out coolly and precisely with his knives in turn. The chef's knives and arms were a blur of motion as they lashed out at the closest priest. The man attempted to fend of the attacks with his needle weapon, but there were too many attacks coming at him seemingly at once and several got through slicing up his arms and legs to the point where he was too weakened and pained to stand. The man following over from his wounds acting as a momentary distraction to the other priests who turned to their downed brother, Morose used the opportunity to slip away closer to the stalls of the 'market'. tech Reaching under his cloak and into a unseen pocket, Morose produced one of his brain food buns. He popped it into his mouth and quickly chewed. The priests had already turned back to him and rushed him. Morose swallowed hard and suddenly, getting the morsel down, his eyes were much more keen than before. Dusty, wounded, and only moments ago nearly in a panic, Morose held himself like a new man. The fight begun in earnest now. tech "You both are going to taste a dish of despair. You have only yourselves to blame for being so greedy. I would know." the priests' sunglasses did not give away their expressions, but they continued to smile seemingly undaunted. "...me not killing them is only making them more cocky..." Morose grumbled unhappily with a frown. The man he had just dispatched moments ago was already trying to pull himself up although his damaged muscles and tendons protested. buff meanwhile in the cacthedral plaza Rook attempted to push Salas off of him, but was took weak. Then the blood that was already leaking from his jaw really began to fly as the shaman savagely stabbed at the neck over and over and over... Rook's massive body fell to its knees with force enough to shake the ground and raise some dust, but when his body finally fell forward, the ground shifted causing regular men's knees to buckle. A dust cloud rose up as consequence concealing the area. Rook's severed head had rolled out of the cloud and a shadowed figure resembling a demon more than a man loomed in the cloud that would soon be dispersed in the morning air. From across the cross filled plaza, Knight called, "Savior! Forgive the arrogance of Rook. He did not bring out his true potential till the end. I shall not show you such disrespect! Prepare to receive our parting gift!" Queen and Bishop suddenly looked over to Knight, but Knight had vanished. Both sighed. Knight was fast. He appeared and then disappeared over and over at odd positions around the plaza. However, with each change in position, he gradually moved in on Salas's location. Salas's new enemy would soon be upon him. Knight was no more than 20 meters away standing a top a cross that stuck out of the ground 10 feet in the air. He wielded a needle-like weapon common among the priests. Knight
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| ♦ Togamau | Mar 30 2017, 10:03 AM Post #38 |
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The Shaman stood over the fallen priest, his body covered in blood both from his own wounds and the and the visceral spray of when he had perforated Rook's neck with crucifixion spikes. He had managed to climb onto the hulking priest's back as the brute went down in order to avoid being crushed and now he stood over his kill with his head hanging back and his breathing heavy, the mossy limbs hanging low and starting to lose some of their definition as if reverting back to the inert cloak they once were. His eyes drifted toward the remaining priests as Knight had his outburst and vanished from sight. The burst of speed immediately put Salasais instincts on alert, life surging into the growth on his shoulders again. He convulsed somewhat as his body again began producing the deadly spores and the reddened moss writhed in the air to quickly spread it around his body as his weary eyes endeavored to keep track of the swift priest's movements. When the assassin lighted upon one of the crosses was when his eyes managed to catch up to the man. Even as bloodthirsty as he was, the Shaman could tell that his strength was waning, so actively pursuing someone much faster than him would be fruitless. Rather than dashing or jumping toward his opponent, he shambled toward the priest with his faintly glowing eyes locked on his position. The "claws" on the Shaman's extra limbs were flexing and clenching alternatingly as he approached and something in his nature anticipated their impending use. Blood trailed behind him, the whole cathedral plaza being a horribly grisly spectacle by this point. As he made his path away from the corpse of Rook, he picked up more loose spikes with his extra limbs. In the absence of his ritual knife, such abundant access to implements of death was a godsend in a twisted sort of way. Active Techs
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| Novama | Mar 30 2017, 10:16 PM Post #39 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Both priests still capable of fighting lunged at Morose from opposite directions. With their needles thrust out before them like lances, they each aimed at a different part of Morose's body. Morose was in a different place. His eyes had the far off look of someone deep in thought. His brain buns were designed to speed up a persons mental and physical faculties. Having taken one of his more potent types of the dish, the chef had all the time in the world. "They are coming from both sides. It's a bit better strategy than the pirates and navy back in the blues employed. Seems that the average fighter in the grand line is pretty tough. It's likely that which makes them fast enough to use tactics that would otherwise be counter intuitive. No matter which way I dodge now, the other will hit me. Perhaps I'll die after all. Maybe I should die. No, I don't want to die. I won't die. They'll probably ruin my cloak though. That's unfortunate. That actually might be worth killing them over. I can never have anything nice. One more thing to get myself killed by: morals. Why did I make that promise to Salas. I'm just a kid. Shouldn't a grown man deal with his own baggage rather than relying on children to pluck him out of the muck like a plumb from the pudding? It's not these priests' fault, but they'll have to pay for it anyway..." Morose said in a stream of words too fast to be heard as more than a low burbling. The boy's eyes were once again in the now as the priest to his right came into the proper distance. A small stool for sitting at the stall Morose stood by was launched into the legs of the priest with a sudden kick. The priest's legs became entangled and he went flying forward off course. Morose didn't even have to dodge as the priest helplessly flew in front of him and into the other priest coming from the left. This caused the priest that remained standing to trip himself up and fall on the ground in front of Morose. Unfortunately, the priest that fell last was close enough to Morose that the needle weapon tore a gash in Morose's cloak down the side. Both priests struggled to unwind themselves from each other and regroup. Morose just looked at his cloak with wide eyes and mouth open. His eyes became cold as they turned back to the priests that had yet to fully recover. The chef's knives streaked out and flashed like the light at the end of the tunnel. The priest that landed on top of the pile cried out in pain as the knives sliced through vital pieces necessary for walking and using his main arm. Unlike the priest still struggling to move despite the pain a little ways off, this man would be unable to move unassisted for a long time. The other priest seemed to recognize what Morose had done. He was not nearly as eager to fight or slay Morose. Fight or die were easy options to consider. Potentially being forced to live the rest of one's life a cripple seemed to way much heavily. Perhaps it was the thought at being at the mercy of those that have been oppressed which made the priest reconsider his choices. Without his glasses on, Morose could easily make out the feelings running through the man as he squirmed. Morose took the opportunity to to give a small smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. The priest struggled more vigorously. In the plaza, Knight remained a top his cross rather than closing the gap between himself and Salas. Swishing his needle weapon through the air a few times, he took a stance with the needle raised up to eye level and pointing at Salas while his other hand was held forward as if providing a counter balance and defensive posture to his other arm which was held back. Although Knight seemed to be living up to his word in taking the fight seriously, he still smiled slightly with anticipation. Soundlessly, Knight thrust the needle arm forward in 2 quick jabs in Salas's direction while his forward held arm jerked back. The combined motion kept knight perfectly balanced a top his cross, however, the potion was not just for show. 2 cone shaped shockwaves streaked toward Salas. Any crosses or bodies that hung between Knight and Salas had a holes blossom explosively through them. Knight then opted to relocate to a nearby cross to maintain a certain distance from the Shaman. Salas's spores had been used in full display to the priests earlier. There was no mistaking the cloud around him now that casually drifted off his body with the breeze that occasionally whipped through the plaza. Knight's Lance (26) Knight thrusts his needle forward sending out a shockwave attack. It streaks out quickly and in the shape of a cone like a lance. With great penetrating force, it remains effective for several dozen yards. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Apr 1 2017, 12:40 AM Post #40 |
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He should have known it wouldn't be so simple. He had been forced to show all of his capabilities in order to kill the lumbering behemoth that was rook, so now the surviving priests knew the dangers of standing close to the Shaman. Salas' rational mind would count himself lucky they didn't all decide to attack him together, but that wasn't the line of thought he was using as he engaged purely by instinct. He was focused on his opponent and watching for an indication of Knight's battle plan, a sign which came in the form of a pair of piercing shockwaves which were now flying toward him while their sender instantly hopped out to another vantage. Salasais jumped aside to avoid the piercing attacks and ran quickly toward his foe's new location, subconsciously scanning for other places the priest could go as he continued dancing away from the Shaman's aura of death. He kept his stance low as he ran, ready to spring when other attacks would surely come his way. As he used all of his mortal limbs to propel himself forward, his inhuman overgrowth moved to apply a medicinal mixture to the wounds on the Shaman's back, filling in the gashes with the quick-drying paste to stop the bleeding and help the injuries recover slightly. Even in his compulsively violent state, Salas seemed to maintain at least some sense of self-preservation, if only to improve the likelihood of him living long enough to destroy his opposition. It really was a sight to behold, the man covered in spatters of blood from head to toe, moving with feral efficiency, with supernatural limbs tending to his wounds even while pursuing his prey as if in a trance. His body was not yet letting down its defenses as the cloud of spores around him continued to threaten against direct physical combat. Unlike the first which was a force to be conquered, this was an elusive beast to be hunted. ACTIVE TECHS
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| Novama | Apr 3 2017, 07:33 PM Post #41 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Morose stood from his grisly task. His knives dripped blood and both priests squirmed helplessly at his feet crying out in agony and rage. Morose did not smile anymore. "You've only yourselves to blame. This may sound hypocritical, but I'm sure it's the common language in your organization: hurting people isn't right. It was bad enough that you came after me and my crewmates, but you're obviously hurting helpless town's people and you even dare to smile and get excited about it!" Morose spat, glaring angrily at the priests. One of them calmed down enough to stop yelling and just laughed at the boy. "You are preaching something fairly self-righteous, my son. And here I thought I was a pastor to the flock." The priests, in their suffering, seemed to find mirth, so Morose immediately shut himself up and cursed under his breath as a scold to himself for losing his composure. Morose immediately corrected the problem, standing taller, and presenting a face seemingly unphased by the jeers being made at his expense. However, the youth's grip on his blades was bone white at the knuckle. The boy said no more and hastily left, but not before 'accidentally' stamping on the mens' injured legs. Turning around, most of the Freedom crew that stayed with the cart had finished collecting what was needed and were now focusing on dragging the injured or dead to get hauled on the cart back. They would need some more time. Time they did not have. 5 more assassin priests made their way into the market. Clearly drawn by the sounds of combat and cries of the suffering, they were already armed and moved in to strike like a wave. One freedom pirate was already slain before Morose arrived closer to the cart. He arrived just in time to kick another freedom pirate out of the way of a needle attack. Unfortunately, it put him in the way. Morose's act of heroism was immediately rewarded with a slice along his ribs that immediately bled and a rip to his cloak as he institutionally reeled away from the attack only to be caught by his cloak that was now impaled. Three more needle weapons were still coming. Two of them impaled the wooden railing of the cart used to keep the deliverables in. They were either anticipating his likely routes of escape or were simply poor aim. However, the last was dead center and Morose had no where to go. Unfortunately for the priests, Morose was still under the effects of his brain bun. His eyes darted about and his mind was operating quickly enough that he had time to observe the attack about to impale him and make a split reactionary decision. Stretching his shoulders, he immediately shot out from under his cloak as it was impaled by the latest attack to be pinned to the cart and 2nd time. The chef seized the opening presented to him and ran through the 4 men unleashing a barrage of knife slashes. Passing them up he ran into the one that had fallen behind to kill a pirate. Behind him, the priests yanked their weapons free. None of the priests had succumbed to their wounds and now Morose was surrounded. His light colored shirt now visible easily advertised its newly acquired tare and was soaked red. stuff meanwhile... In the plaza, Knight continued to leap about always trying to maintain his distance from Salas. If Salas grew too close, Knight would immediately disappear and wind up several dozen meters away in the opposite direction while remaining in his lance attack's effective range. Immediately after Knight vanished from Salas's view, Knight became like a blur to the shaman that would be gone if he dared blink. Immediately following the maneuver, a [Knight's Lance] sped toward him from the rear. The other priests continued watching the spectacle without giving off a hint of caring one way or another how the fight turned out. Additionally, around the outskirts of the field of crosses, other spectators began appearing: priests in more traditional garb. Their looks were equal parts fear and amazement. Knight's Lance (26) Knight thrusts his needle forward sending out a shockwave attack. It streaks out quickly and in the shape of a cone like a lance. With great penetrating force, it remains effective for several dozen yards. Knight's Soru (28) |
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| ♦ Togamau | Apr 4 2017, 09:52 PM Post #42 |
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Though the relief was fairly minor, the stopping of his bleeding allowed Salasais to better focus on the matter of his enemy. Knight was an irritating opponent, much more so than even Rook as at least the brute could be reached. The speedier priest always moved just out of reach and Salas would surely tire long before he would. Some degree of ingenuity would be required to solve this problem and, despite the fury in his eyes, the shaman's wheels were turning with Knight's demise being the only thing on his mind. Just then, the priest's form flickered as he moved faster than the eye could follow. Since Salasais was aware that such a technique wasn't being used to approach him directly, his instincts told him that his enemy must have been using it to hide the angle of his attack and would be striking from behind! He jumped, narrowly avoiding the attack, and whirled to face his opponent while his mossy limbs whipped toward his attacker several times, flinging some of the collected nails toward him. While he certainly lacked the precision of Morose's knife throwing, there was a fair amount of power behind each throw thanks to his limbs feeding off of his anger and pain. He didn't need the attack to kill his opponent, in fact he hoped it wouldn't. He only needed to slow the priest down, knock him off balance, and then he would end his life much more personally. More of his toxic spores were still flaking into the air from his body, ensuring that nobody could approach him unharmed. With his opponent being so fast, not even a second could be left unguarded lest he suffer a stab wound he could not afford. There were still more enemies that would require yet more of his strength, not to mention the rest of the city. He could scarcely remember the reason he was fighting, only that it required an abundance of bloodshed. Active Techs
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| Novama | Apr 6 2017, 02:04 PM Post #43 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Surrounded by the 5 priests, Morose held his ground. He was a head shorter than most of them. His light colored top made him contrast sharply in the noonday sun to the dark dressed assassins. Each of the priests were poised to strike with their needle weapons ready. Morose was visibly wounded and favored his uninjured side more when he could. The priests behind Morose that he had diced up earlier were worse off and some audibly limped behind the chef. A moment of calm followed as the slight breeze through the dusty town whipped at their loose clothes and carried on it the smell of death and the whimpers of the wounded. Morose's sleepy eyes were attentive, but it looked as if he might grumble any moment as he usually did. He could grumble when things weren't that bad. Why not now when things were especially bad? He had to stay alert. Any lapse could be his last. Like placing the top piece for a multilayered cake: it doesn't matter how careful or hard you worked, if you screw up the top and the whole thing comes toppling down, you are in the same place as if you didn't make the attempt at all and you now have a mess on the floor to clean.... The priest in front of Morose grew anxious under the youth's stare and rushed him. Morose, already ready and adjusted to counter his approach moved to intercept. The priest surprisingly pulled back at the last moment, the sunglasses on his face having hidden his intentions, leaving Morose a wide eyed moment of slow realization. The chef whirled his body around with incredible speed, but it was not sufficient in meeting or evading the attack from one of the priests at his back. The needle weapon ripped Morose loose sleeve and left a crimson line along his arm where blood immediately welled up to wet his torn shirt in red. The first attack initiated, the rest piled in as if the flood gates had opened. From his left, right, front, back, and above the attacks came within a breath of each other. Unfortunately for the priests, the poor start and surprise was the last edge Morose would give them. Not losing a beat, the youth whipped his bloody arm around and splattered the glasses of one in blood enough that he could not continue his attack. The next, he continued whipping his body around and narrowly evaded the priest as he passed, but once Morose was at the middle of the priest's body, he whipped an arm out and slammed the back of his knife into the man's side, sending him flying into another priest, toppling the both of them before the other could get his attack off. Finally, Morose bent over from the previous attack narrowly avoided the man that had rushed him from behind. The forward momentum of the priest made him collide with Morose who acted as a barrier to his legs causing the man to flip forward over Morose. The chef grabbed the falling priest by his collar and slammed him into the ground face first using his own momentum against him. Morose's mind still ticking away in overdrive, the time for his counter offensive had come... Morose Health meanwhile, Knight had a smile on his face as his latest maneuver left him in the optimal position for staying safe and delivering another lance attack. His face did not even have time to register surprise before his body was impacted by several stake nails launched by Salas. They sank into Knight's side in a scattered cluster saturating his garments in a dark liquid. He looked down at the wound as he was already falling backward from the force of the attack. He was too shocked to right himself or re-position and fell to the ground. "I apologize. I too grew careless." Knight stood suddenly, the nails in his side removed and in a bloody pile on the ground. As soon as he looked at Salas he became a blur of motion. The average priest would barely be capable of following what was next. Knight covered the ground between him and Salas with needle weapon in hand. It looked like he was going to rush straight through Salas like the bullet out of a gun, but then he stopped suddenly and then was no longer there. A blast of wind created by the rush of the attack flew past Salas, dispersing his spore cloud harmlessly. That's when Knight rushed in from Salas's left as if he never stopped with a lancing attack while the spores were blown away. L Flank (32) Knight rushes at a target at incredible speed before disappearing. The target is then hit with a displacing blast of air. Knight then reappears to continue the charge at an unpredictable 90 degree angle meant to intersect the original line of attack at the target. The force of the attack pierces through any material less than iron like like a skewer through paper. (quick, unpredictable, displacement, piercing) Knight
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| ♦ Togamau | Apr 7 2017, 01:10 AM Post #44 |
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The nails seemed to do their job well enough. Though the attack didn't slow his opponent down, per se, Salasais had driven Knight to rethink his strategy by showing that he wasn't completely defenseless at range. The priest chastised himself for being careless, though his greater mistake was to have had a part in creating the hostile environment that had brought out the more brutal side of the Shaman's nature. He approached the priest cautiously, like a hunter stalking dangerous prey. Much as he was expecting a different tactic, Salasais was caught off guard by the feint. Feeling the blast of air hit him and disperse his spore cloud left little to the imagination as to the assassin's next move, but there was little that the Shaman could do to counteract the attack which was angled faster than he could see. This situation flashed him back to his battle with the Marine captain just a few short weeks earlier; using such speed always took a toll, especially when wounded, so he would at least be able to kill the man. Even though the wound he was about to suffer would be all but unavoidable. Knight appeared as if from thin air to thrust at the Shaman's body, it didn't take long to realize where the attack was coming from; it was merely too late to be able to dodge fully, so he turned toward his attacker and the needle found purchase in his torso! However, in the same instant, the bloodied moss lashed out at the assailant in an attempt to clutch his face and throw him to the ground! Though the cloud was gone, the source remained and the Shaman's instinctively-controlled body wanted to make sure that his enemy had a chance to embrace the agonizing death that so rightly belonged to him. Regardless of the outcome, he could not ignore the pain from the thorn in his side. There were two enemies left and, even in his savage state of mind, Salasais could tell his strength was waning. His entire body ached from the strain that his state was putting upon it but something in him refused to let up until all who stood before him were destroyed. Active Techs
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| Novama | Apr 11 2017, 11:28 AM Post #45 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff The priest Morose had planted into the ground looked dazed already, but the chef was not finished. He savagely kicked the man in the face, his already lopsided sunglasses shattering as he was punted several feet away, back-flipping through the air, to land on his stomach and not rise. Morose whirled around to the man who had been temporarily blinded with blood. The priest, rather than tossing his sunglasses, instead chose to attempt to wipe them off. With arms raised and his sleeves acting like wipers for the lenses, the father's arms effectively guarded his body. However, it was not the priest's body that Morose cut up with his knives. In a blink and flash of silver, the priest had painfully deep cuts on the outer side of his arm. His hands went limp right after he finished clearing his vision. Disarmed and not eager to use his arms to block, the priest was nearly defenseless when Morose swiftly planted his foot in the center of the man's gut and sent him flying off his feet and to the dusty ground. He writhed in pain going back and forth between holding his stomach and relaxing his arms to ease their pain. Blood leaked out in a stream from his wounds. Morose's grim expression softened some with the faintest hint of worry before a cry from the priest that had attacked him first previously brought him back to the moment. The chef's mind was still working overtime, so with visible ease, Morose stepped back enough to avoid the needle that was thrust through the air where he was a split-second before. Another brief display of Morose's knives slicing through the air resulting in the priest dropping his weapon with a red slice on the inside of his arm. His good arm immediately reached for the bloody wound to slow the bleeding. Morose used the opening to slice the man's good arm as well to leave him in a similar state to the last. Morose eyed the dropped needle weapon and smiled ruefully for a moment. He picked up the weapon and walked over to the two priests that had fallen on top of each other in a fall previously. Both were visibly anxious at Morose's approach and quickly worked to separate themselves and stand. Morose did not give them time and slammed the needle weapon down. It would have pinned both men to the ground through their leg between the bone and muscle. The top priest narrowly evaded the brutish attack while the priest beneath was pinned to the ground with a sickening *squelch*. Morose Health ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knight plunged his needle weapon into Salas's body and the force carried him through the piercing attack. He was a heartbeat's breadth of time from disappearing from view again when Salas's tendrils ensnared him and stopped his escape. Knight would not get away. While panic may have set in, it was accompanied in equal measure by frenzy as Knight wriggled about his Salas's grasp to stab at the shaman again as the spores actively zapped the man's energy till his hand fell limply from his weapon and he hung loosely in the Shaman's clutches. The excitement ended, a silence settled over the plaza of crosses and its spectators. It eventually was broken by the murmur of the docile priests who watched from s safe distance with looks of shock....some even looked happy. The only ones who remained composed and cold to the situation were the ones known as Queen and Bishop. They watched and seemed unphased by the loss of their comrades. "Bishop, I'm going to stop wasting our christ's time. We must remember to tell King of Knight and Rook's indulgences when this is over. They were clearly not fit for the stations they held. Support me should our messiah continue to resist his gift." "Yes, Queen." Queen stated as she coolly stepped out on the field. She did not rush. She did not let her eyes wonder from the shaman. The presence she exuded was palpable like that of actual royalty. Physically, however, she was shorter than Salas by a foot and slimmer. Queen & Bishop
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