[IC] The path

[Wraithblade6]

Lyn had just about sealed all the broken vessels and removed the blood from Shiro's airways when he heard a horrid shriek behind him. His instincts and experience told him to turn around quickly, for that unnatural call had been aimed at him specifically. Interrupting the flow of healing light, he spun, startled, to meet a black, razor-sharp edge. Omega cut his left arm while on the way across the elf's abdomen. No guts were spilled, but blood gushed from the wound as Lyn feebly tried to defend himself. Hopefully, someone would intervene. Hopefully, he had healed the werewolf enough to get him off the ground. He cried out in pain and grabbed at the injury, trying with all his strength is hold pressure against it. "Someone help me!" He called, terrified of the gruesome wraith and his blade standing engarde in front of him. In the moments of gasping and shock, Lyn tried to think of some way to save himself. No healing he could cast was going to be fast enough to outdo the damage this fiend could deliver. He felt his knees begin to get weak underneath him, but he knew, he had to keep standing or he'd lose his head next.

[supertinyking]

Wraithblade6 said
Lyn had just about sealed all the broken vessels and removed the blood from Shiro's airways when he heard a horrid shriek behind him. His instincts and experience told him to turn around quickly, for that unnatural call had been aimed at him specifically. Interrupting the flow of healing light, he spun, startled, to meet a black, razor-sharp edge. Omega cut his left arm while on the way across the elf's abdomen. No guts were spilled, but blood gushed from the wound as Lyn feebly tried to defend himself. Hopefully, someone would intervene. Hopefully, he had healed the werewolf enough to get him off the ground. He cried out in pain and grabbed at the injury, trying with all his strength is hold pressure against it. "Someone help me!" He called, terrified of the gruesome wraith and his blade standing engarde in front of him. In the moments of gasping and shock, Lyn tried to think of some way to save himself. No healing he could cast was going to be fast enough to outdo the damage this fiend could deliver. He felt his knees begin to get weak underneath him, but he knew, he had to keep standing or he'd lose his head next.

Hearing the shriek, the half demon leaps to the trees, and seems to fly as he manages to find himself in a tree about the skeleton. Pulling out the largest rock he has, he slings it as hard as he can. intending to shatter the skull.
"Die undead filth!" He yells.

[Teoinsanity]

Teo sees the undead.

"Oh yeah ,finally some action "

He says with a smug look on his face,he then takes out his hammer and flys at the undead,with his hammer in swinging position

"HASTA-FRICKIN-LAVISTA"

[thewizardguy]

Enemies were closing in from all around, it was only a matter of time before they ganged up on him and he was defeated. Had he been at the peak of his powers, these fools would have been nothing but helpless, hapless victims. However, the mighty had long fallen. Omega had come to realize that his 20.000 year self-imposed exile from the lands of the living had taken it's toll on his once substantial power, and he would need to kill to reach the peak he had once held. However, despite being outnumbered, he held the significant advantage of surprise, as neither of those who faced him understood the truth behind his existence. One favor the passage of time had done him was to erase his legend, and his existence was a complete unknown in the eyes of the modern world.

A large rock hurled down from above. Potentially he could have stepped backwards out of the range of the attack. After all, while powerful, it wasn't a particularly subtle nor a stealthy attack, and it would be relatively easy to dodge. However, in order to do that he'd have to retreat, leaving himself open to attack from the second fool who came his way. Instead, he stepped into the cartoon madman's attack, the hammer striking the Host's chest, even as the ancient bones are cracked. However, even as the boulder crashes through his skull, it hurtles straight through, hitting Teo in the face, who had been far too distracted with striking his opponent. The two who had attacked him were both a threat, but it would be far easier to have them wipe one another out.

While his skull was ripped from his throat, and his ribs were reduced to ancient powder, none of this truly hurt Omega. He was not an organic being, not a creature of flesh and bone, reliant on internal organs to keep moving. The Host that held him was but a medium, a compensation for his lack of limbs. His senses were in no way impeded by what, to any other being, would be significant if not lethal damage. As such, he had the full time to perform another swing, abusing the time in between the strike, and the realization of a counterattack. To add even more damage, the singing black balde struck at the purple skinned priest, the tip scraping bone as he nicked her skull. If necessary, he would take down every man here, one by one, and rise once more as a force of nature.

[Teoinsanity]

Teo is hit by the bolder ,slamming him into a nearby tree,and flattening his upper body ,he then takes out a bike pump out,and pumps himself back to normal.

"Watch where you throw that,will ya?"

[Tyki]

shiro wakes slowly at first, having thought himself dead for a time as he looks around and takes in the battle scene in an injured stupor, oddly serene as he looks at the undead warrior, seeming to, in his oddly serene state, figure that such a decrepit and unkempt figure as that could by no means animate itself without magic or assistance from an outward source, however the corpse had no intelligence in it's milky eyes or non-battle related movements however, when it swings the beatiful and artfully crafted blade it's done with precision and practice, leading shiro to beleive that the one calling the shots is the blade rather than the corpse as he rises, still in pain from his injury but he seems oddly calm as he allows his hood to fall away, revealing his canine ears, yet as he thought himself dead he didn't really care and let his hood fall as he levels is sword at the corpse, taking a stance that his father had taught him before leaping at the corpse with supernatural speed, shearing it's arm off along with the twisted mount's head in an upward strike delivered at supernatural speed. however the movement partially reopens his wound, snapping him back reality as he kneels, coughing up blood and wheezing as he trys to stay up and failing, using his sword to keep him on his knees in front of the severed arm that still clutches omega, the twisted steed's head having fallen towards the bushes while the rest of it slumps over, falling away from the gasping and half dead shiro due to sheer luck

[thewizardguy]

With a sickening tear and crack, bone snaps and flesh rips apart. The arm falls from the ghoul's side, flexing as it hits the ground. There's no spurt of blood, no scream of agony, nothing even as human as the blink of an eye, not that the ghoul possessed any eyes to begin with. Just empty eye sockets, devoid of all emotion. And as the blade touched the ground, the creature's body seemed to shiver oddly, a vibration moving over it as it stands deathly still. For a moment, it seems to utter out a strange groan, deep and rattling, like a dying man's last breath. And then, with it's head hanging sideways and it's ribs crushed, the corpse crashes to the ground with a thump. All life seems to be gone from it, it's peeling skin already beginning to decay from exposure to air, still and unmoving.

[Teoinsanity]

"Ok,this is some supernatural shit right here"

Teo then gets out a spectrometer and a vacume cleaner to check the area

[MZambos]

"Really?!" Screamed Mihai'en. "What was your first clue, the WALKING SKELETONS?!" He shouted, exasperated. Insanity seemed to be the norm on this continent. What I'd give to be back home in a warm bed.

Still, though, things seemed to have calmed down a bit. Not much, but a bit. There was still a dead, rotting carcass nearby. But it had calmed down enough that Mihai'en's adrenaline had stopped flowing, and he suddenly was aware of the pain on his back. He grit his teeth, but it still hurt immensely.

"Where'd you lot come from, anyway?"

[Teoinsanity]

"Well,I'm from another dimension ,I was escaping an evil lair ,that was exploding ,when I jumped into a rift ,which brought me here ."

Teo then started scratching his head

[supertinyking]

MZambos said
"Really?!" Screamed Mihai'en. "What was your first clue, the WALKING SKELETONS?!" He shouted, exasperated. Insanity seemed to be the norm on this continent. Still, though, things seemed to have calmed down a bit. Not much, but a bit. There was still a dead, rotting carcass nearby. But it had calmed down enough that Mihai'en's adrenaline had stopped flowing, and he suddenly was aware of the pain on his back. He grit his teeth, but it still hurt immensely. "Where'd you lot come from, anyway?"

"I am from here. These woods are my home. My birth land..." Kothar says, as he leaps down, and looks over the dead corpse.
"Necromancy....disgusting.......freaks of nature." Kothar hisses, backing away from it.

[Wraithblade6]

Thankful for his elven reflexes, Lyn dodged just enough to only have his skull scratched, but the blood flowing from the wound obscured his vision. "Elune-ara!" He said, as he stumbled backwards, holding his arms up defensively, expecting to be hacked to pieces. But such wounds never came. Lyn blinked, barely able to see the corpse crash to the ground very close to him. The dog-eared person he had been healing was up, somewhat, leaning on his own sword.

Coming over to the other injured man, Lyn placed a hand on him, promoting his recovery once again. His own wounds also began to clot and close, the pain resolving slowly into a soft ache. The elf looked around, seeing the ornate blade nearby.

"Necromancy....disgusting.......freaks of nature." Kothar hissed.

"I agree. An evil art taught to this world untold ages ago by demons." The elf added. "This wicked magic still lingers like a curse." From a safe distance, he narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at the black blade. "Hmm... from where did this come?"

[Akihisa Yoshii]

((Sorry about my small absence, I was pulling a Matt, except my posts weren't very important anyways, and posting seems to have slowed anyways))
At that exact moment, Creed walked towards the group, somehow having found and started to eat an apple. "So, what'd I miss?" He asked, taking another bite,

[Tyki]

"th... thanks..." shiro gasps out as he clutches his chest, his own injuries healed enough for him to have regulated breathing again but he was still worried about reopening them so he remained kneeling and spoke quietly, leaving his hood off since now that his curse had been revealed to these people there was no point in trying to cover it up or lie about it. "so what now?" shiro asks quietly, trying not to talk too much as he focuses on regenerating his lung, occasionally expelling the excess blood from his mouth until he clears up enough to be able to stand up, sheathe his sword, and sit against a tree, resting as he contemplates the now masterless sword and wonders what could bring such a thing into being and why it was so adamant about cavalcading around in the hands of such an ancient warrior when it could very easilly find much more capable hands, but he doubted that if it had the choice it probably would have found much more capable hands

[Teoinsanity]

Akihisa Yoshii said
((Sorry about my small absence, I was pulling a Matt, except my posts weren't very important anyways, and posting seems to have slowed anyways))At that exact moment, Creed walked towards the group, somehow having found and started to eat an apple. "So, what'd I miss?" He asked, taking another bite,

"Nothing much "

Teo shrugged

"Just killed an undead,I think"

[Wraithblade6]

Lyn looked around at everyone who all seemed to have miraculously arrived at the same point int he forest completely by chance. he knelt by Shiro, because he was the most injured, other than himself. Lyn didn't find anything odd about the canid ears. Most of his race were adept druids, able to shift into animal forms frequently. It was a sign of their deep bond with nature. "Everyone, we've just been attacked by the risen undead, and I think the one holding this black sword was their champion." Lyn nodded over to it. "Please stay away from that weapon. I am absolutely certain it is enchanted." The blue-haired elf started unraveling a cloth from his bags. "This cloth has been blessed by the moon goddess herself. I will rap the evil sword in it. it should contain whatever spells are upon it."

[MZambos]

Tyki said
"th... thanks..." shiro gasps out as he clutches his chest, his own injuries healed enough for him to have regulated breathing again but he was still worried about reopening them so he remained kneeling and spoke quietly, leaving his hood off since now that his curse had been revealed to these people there was no point in trying to cover it up or lie about it. "so what now?" shiro asks quietly, trying not to talk too much as he focuses on regenerating his lung, occasionally expelling the excess blood from his mouth until he clears up enough to be able to stand up, sheathe his sword, and sit against a tree, resting as he contemplates the now masterless sword and wonders what could bring such a thing into being and why it was so adamant about cavalcading around in the hands of such an ancient warrior when it could very easilly find much more capable hands, but he doubted that if it had the choice it probably would have found much more capable hands

Walking over to Shiro, Mihai'en couldn't help but notice that there was something different about the boy. Ears don't typically look like that, nor do they go there, he thought, dryly. Of course, at this point, he'd become rather used to the strangeness, and it wasn't as if Mihai'en had been all that forthcoming about everything either.

"Are you alright, laddie? Ya' took a nasty spill there," he said, sitting down next to him. It was pretty clear from his actions that the young man werewolf was still in immense pain. "Do you think you'll make it? I've seen other people take less and perish." He was naturally concerned, but he did his best to make it seem as if it was casual conversation.

It was odd to see the lad without his hood, though. The ears were a sight, sure, but there was still a young man sitting in front of Byrne. Probably wasn't always like this, he wasn't. He told me just last night about how he lost his family. He smiled, bitterly. Ought to've paid more attention. This really shouldn't have been a surprise.

"Do you need me to get you something? Some water, perchance?"

[Teoinsanity]

Wraithblade6 said
Lyn looked around at everyone who all seemed to have miraculously arrived at the same point int he forest completely by chance. he knelt by Shiro, because he was the most injured, other than himself. Lyn didn't find anything odd about the canid ears. Most of his race were adept druids, able to shift into animal forms frequently. It was a sign of their deep bond with nature. "Everyone, we've just been attacked by the risen undead, and I think the one holding this black sword was their champion." Lyn nodded over to it. "Please stay away from that weapon. I am absolutely certain it is enchanted." The blue-haired elf started unraveling a cloth from his bags. "This cloth has been blessed by the moon goddess herself. I will rap the evil sword in it. it should contain whatever spells are upon it."

"I'll fight him,why?
Because I'm the guy who has the cartoonium hammer "

[Tyki]

"things like me are pretty resilient so i'll live thanks to that healer" shiro says quietly as he closes his eyes and rests, having had to put alot of energy into regeneration. "and no thanks... the nearest water source is infested with big fish that have sharp teeth..." shiro says quietly with his eyes closed in answer to mihai'en's offer of aid of some sort. despite his age shiro looked quiet weathered and beaten even as he was dozed off, scaring on his face and neck making him look older than he actually was and most likely lending to the fact that he had seen things that most men would shy away from. however, shiro has an odd tendency to always keep a hand on the hilt of his sword even in sleep and since mihai'en had been told of it's origins it was likely that this was all he had left of his family

[supertinyking]

Of course, such a nice day would not of been interupted by any sort of grea-

WRONG!

Suddenly, ash laiden smoke floats into the great forests and seems to choke the life out of the air itself. The birds take flight flying away from the danger those on the soil does not see. Animals of all shape flee, and so does Kothar, his body shaking and his eyes showing great fear. Soon, a few trees begin to float about, as does the poor party within. And foot steps slowly begin to approach the flying adventures....