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Actually it came from Quake as a result of a glitch.
Good ol' quake.
I abused the hell out of that in Q3.
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Good ol' quake.
I abused the hell out of that in Q3.
Umbra clicked her tongue, her expression perfectly frozen as she examined the situation. Humans weren't supposed to have those kind of reflexes. This was a veritable monster of the spear, to have dodged her trick shot. It's never easy, isn't it? The elf knight lamented the fact she had this kind of annoying braggart as opponent of the Roses. Tyaethe seemed to be holding back, even, but Umbra's fingers were tense.
Oh, well, she had at least flushed the mercenary's merry band out of cover and into the open. This could be somewhat manageable, still.
And then one of her own knights literally exploded on the man-giant. Only to be in turn set ablaze by an elf. Her gaze sharpened. The golden, aristocratic features, and mannerisms denoted a High Elf. Talk about a high-profile mercenary. She was wondering what kind of band of freaks was that mercenary company. Yet, it was of no concern. This was an opponent she couldn't take lightly, or refuse not to fight. So, she readied her bow once more, and unleashed a supression arrow aimed to knock off the staff of her opponent.
"Sorry friend." She added as she whispered on the stag's ear, jumping swiftly out of it and urging him to flee for his own safety. She couldn't bring such a creature to strife.
<"Hey. Why don't you pick an opponent of your caliber, you High sow."> She allowed herself to mutter in the ethereal language of elves, although her words were crude, as she swifty put away her bow, drawing her swords. Umbra, or rather Gwathneth, readied her body. And then she unleashed her speed, becoming a brown and silver blur that approached her target at inhuman speed, faster than any human eye could hope to follow. The well-crafter twin swords became silver trails as they rained blow after blow on the mage's staff, hoping to suppress any kind of spell and counter whatsoever. Perhaps this was one of the few fights the elven knight could hope to have the physical strength in her favor.
Nero looked at Sult. Sult looked at Nero. Both shrugged. There had gone the mission out of the window. Sir Gillian had exploded, and that mercurial weird mercenary leader most certainly didn't help. "Alette. Nasty piece of work she is." Nero allowed herself to mutter her own thoughts, as she drew her sword.
Only to notice Sult had drawn hers in unison. Her eyes narrowed. Both performed a couple of swings. Both swings were the same. "Huh, when was the last time we were this synchronized?"
"Fourteen years ago, I think." Sult voiced her opinion, thinking on what to do. She eyed Nero. Nero once again eyed Sult. Both girls gripped the reins of their steeds, as they called in unison.
"Sir Indraaau, what shall we do? This is looking scaary!!!" The said, to the elder knight. Perhaps, just perhaps, waiting and seeing before launching a second wave would be wise.
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Oh, well, she had at least flushed the mercenary's merry band out of cover and into the open. This could be somewhat manageable, still.
And then one of her own knights literally exploded on the man-giant. Only to be in turn set ablaze by an elf. Her gaze sharpened. The golden, aristocratic features, and mannerisms denoted a High Elf. Talk about a high-profile mercenary. She was wondering what kind of band of freaks was that mercenary company. Yet, it was of no concern. This was an opponent she couldn't take lightly, or refuse not to fight. So, she readied her bow once more, and unleashed a supression arrow aimed to knock off the staff of her opponent.
"Sorry friend." She added as she whispered on the stag's ear, jumping swiftly out of it and urging him to flee for his own safety. She couldn't bring such a creature to strife.
<"Hey. Why don't you pick an opponent of your caliber, you High sow."> She allowed herself to mutter in the ethereal language of elves, although her words were crude, as she swifty put away her bow, drawing her swords. Umbra, or rather Gwathneth, readied her body. And then she unleashed her speed, becoming a brown and silver blur that approached her target at inhuman speed, faster than any human eye could hope to follow. The well-crafter twin swords became silver trails as they rained blow after blow on the mage's staff, hoping to suppress any kind of spell and counter whatsoever. Perhaps this was one of the few fights the elven knight could hope to have the physical strength in her favor.
Nero looked at Sult. Sult looked at Nero. Both shrugged. There had gone the mission out of the window. Sir Gillian had exploded, and that mercurial weird mercenary leader most certainly didn't help. "Alette. Nasty piece of work she is." Nero allowed herself to mutter her own thoughts, as she drew her sword.
Only to notice Sult had drawn hers in unison. Her eyes narrowed. Both performed a couple of swings. Both swings were the same. "Huh, when was the last time we were this synchronized?"
"Fourteen years ago, I think." Sult voiced her opinion, thinking on what to do. She eyed Nero. Nero once again eyed Sult. Both girls gripped the reins of their steeds, as they called in unison.
"Sir Indraaau, what shall we do? This is looking scaary!!!" The said, to the elder knight. Perhaps, just perhaps, waiting and seeing before launching a second wave would be wise.
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Umbra Thalbound stood there, silently, eyeing the situation. It was the usual cocky-mercenary showoff smug situation. These types were usually braggarts, and sometimes crazy strong. However, what these types were not usually was very foreplanning, and they usually had this bad habit of posturing in the middle of a fight to chat, so as the mercenary drew her attention over Fanilly, the bow of Umbra had already fired.
But not at her desired target, no. There was the chance it could be somewhat the second type, the crazy strong one, so Umbra decided to pull one of the elven tricks of old. The pinpoint arrow rain.
10 Seconds.
Her cloak visiblely shifted, as she unclasped furiously, casting it forth before the opponent, obscuring her sight on what she was about to do.
20 seconds.
It was then when she brought forth two more arrows, and without mediating a word, she aimed at the little girl's face. More precisely at the eyes.
35 seconds.
However, that wasn't the main attack. The cloak..., the second set of arrows, it was just to obscure the first shoot. And it was timed in such a way that both attacks would happen simultaneously. One directly aimed at the face, thus bound to trigger combat reflexes, and one in the blind point all humans and humanoids had.
You could never see what was incoming directly above you. This was the pinpoint elven arrow rain.
"I believe she asked to drop your weapon, dimwit." She finally said, her elven factions apparent. It didn't hurt speaking now. If she had survived such an attack, she was a legitimate monster, and as such one human worthy of being addressed. "Do you really think you can play games at this point? You were caught red handed, so spill what you know." Her eyes narrowed in resent.
But not at her desired target, no. There was the chance it could be somewhat the second type, the crazy strong one, so Umbra decided to pull one of the elven tricks of old. The pinpoint arrow rain.
10 Seconds.
Her cloak visiblely shifted, as she unclasped furiously, casting it forth before the opponent, obscuring her sight on what she was about to do.
20 seconds.
It was then when she brought forth two more arrows, and without mediating a word, she aimed at the little girl's face. More precisely at the eyes.
35 seconds.
However, that wasn't the main attack. The cloak..., the second set of arrows, it was just to obscure the first shoot. And it was timed in such a way that both attacks would happen simultaneously. One directly aimed at the face, thus bound to trigger combat reflexes, and one in the blind point all humans and humanoids had.
You could never see what was incoming directly above you. This was the pinpoint elven arrow rain.
"I believe she asked to drop your weapon, dimwit." She finally said, her elven factions apparent. It didn't hurt speaking now. If she had survived such an attack, she was a legitimate monster, and as such one human worthy of being addressed. "Do you really think you can play games at this point? You were caught red handed, so spill what you know." Her eyes narrowed in resent.
The veteran knight eyed the surroundings warily, from the confines of her hood. A vast expanse with little to no cover. It made her heart flutter a little. She was used to the forest surroundings, and whenever vast expanses opened before her eyes, she felt... inconvenieced by the fact. Yet, despite the circumstances, she still was steeling her position in her improvised stag mount, remaining alert and vigilant. A veteran knight led by example, as a captain should have done. But the example she was giving was... debatable at best. She had known Fanilly as a trainee. And now she was supposed to be her captain. While still having the very same level of skill and attitudes.
Oh yeah, what else to state, my dear captain? That water is wet? Umbra chided herself as she leant towards the head of her steed, carefully caressing the head of the animal. The elf knight eyed both Indrau (a crippled junior, but certainly more apt than half the humans that were gathered), and Tyaethe (one of the most senior knights, but as far as she was concerned, also a nature defying abomination). She blatantly disregarded the newcomer with the baked potato, the knight known as Jarde and she didn't even eyed Fanilly once.
"I agree with Sir Tyaethe." She said, paying little to no heed to the loudmouth wanna be knight that was trying to reach the captain's ears with his awfully naive voice of his. "This is far too odd. I've not seen many animals either skulking around. Something did happen to scare them away." Umbra added. "Even trying to recruit a flock of crows to keep an eye on the heights is proving to be trickier than expected. I've not seen hidden corpses either." She added, her other hand clutching her bow. "I'll have my weapon at the ready. If something moves, I shoot."
It was then when she decided she had enough. "Oh, young man, how kind of you. That plan sounds great! Why don't you have a go at it." And get killed in the process, you dimwitted excuse of a human knight. She added mentally herself.
Sult shifted in her armor, readjusting herself in her sitting position. The armor clanked significantly as a result, and her elbow was inadvertedly shoved into Nero's own pectoral plate, causing a loud clank and a stream of protests from her elder sister, who was riding side by side. Veritably, they were the spitting image of eachother, fully geared as Iron Rose knights. Sult had even managed to trade in their current horses for a couple of twin mares, much to her sister's displeasure. Sult still defended matched looks were the way to go.
"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" Nero threw herself a dirty look at her sister.
"But my butt is all sore from riding." Sult herself answered, in that playful voice of hers.
"Like I care. Why don't you go and pester your barbarian hunk?" Nero frowned as a reply.
"He's not here."
"Then go pester, uh... sir Indrau?" Nero said the first name that came to her head, as she herself looked at each side. "Anyway, keep peeled. This doesn't look right."
"Hmph, maybe I should go after your Sir Gillian, you've been talking an awful lot to him lately." Sult snapped back. "But yeah, I agree. Think we're too late?"
"I do not know for certain. But let's keep on our toes." Nero added, giving herself a fair distance between herself and the cadre of the veterans. Even if she had been a captain once, she was still a newcomer among the knights, so probably her advice would not be welcome.
Oh yeah, what else to state, my dear captain? That water is wet? Umbra chided herself as she leant towards the head of her steed, carefully caressing the head of the animal. The elf knight eyed both Indrau (a crippled junior, but certainly more apt than half the humans that were gathered), and Tyaethe (one of the most senior knights, but as far as she was concerned, also a nature defying abomination). She blatantly disregarded the newcomer with the baked potato, the knight known as Jarde and she didn't even eyed Fanilly once.
"I agree with Sir Tyaethe." She said, paying little to no heed to the loudmouth wanna be knight that was trying to reach the captain's ears with his awfully naive voice of his. "This is far too odd. I've not seen many animals either skulking around. Something did happen to scare them away." Umbra added. "Even trying to recruit a flock of crows to keep an eye on the heights is proving to be trickier than expected. I've not seen hidden corpses either." She added, her other hand clutching her bow. "I'll have my weapon at the ready. If something moves, I shoot."
It was then when she decided she had enough. "Oh, young man, how kind of you. That plan sounds great! Why don't you have a go at it." And get killed in the process, you dimwitted excuse of a human knight. She added mentally herself.
Sult shifted in her armor, readjusting herself in her sitting position. The armor clanked significantly as a result, and her elbow was inadvertedly shoved into Nero's own pectoral plate, causing a loud clank and a stream of protests from her elder sister, who was riding side by side. Veritably, they were the spitting image of eachother, fully geared as Iron Rose knights. Sult had even managed to trade in their current horses for a couple of twin mares, much to her sister's displeasure. Sult still defended matched looks were the way to go.
"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" Nero threw herself a dirty look at her sister.
"But my butt is all sore from riding." Sult herself answered, in that playful voice of hers.
"Like I care. Why don't you go and pester your barbarian hunk?" Nero frowned as a reply.
"He's not here."
"Then go pester, uh... sir Indrau?" Nero said the first name that came to her head, as she herself looked at each side. "Anyway, keep peeled. This doesn't look right."
"Hmph, maybe I should go after your Sir Gillian, you've been talking an awful lot to him lately." Sult snapped back. "But yeah, I agree. Think we're too late?"
"I do not know for certain. But let's keep on our toes." Nero added, giving herself a fair distance between herself and the cadre of the veterans. Even if she had been a captain once, she was still a newcomer among the knights, so probably her advice would not be welcome.
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@AtomicNut - Saw your edits.
He can communicate well enough to Marianne without having a scribe/translator.
And actually, yes. (*Sult/Nero question) But again, it's still a rare case and you'd have to get Ricard to actually respect you before he even considers it.
Pff, that is rather easy. Considering Nero just renounced to a captain position and Sult is Sult.
@AtomicNut - Do you think Ricard gives a flying f**k*? xDD
Yes if your mother is the queen of the Forest Elves of Thaln. Also older than any living Delacroix combined. Also capable of writing messages for him.
@AtomicNut - Absolutely not.
The Delacroix Dire wolves do NOT allow any living being aside from the Delacroix themselves to use them as steeds and even then it's extremely rare as they are very proud creatures. They consider the notion to be extremely demeaning and lowly.
But you know she is kinda an elven princess.
And is one of the few people who can write messages for him.
Also with the delacroix blood, does that mean Sult and Nero get a pass at it?
Tap, tap tap. The rythm of a pencil scratching the paper. Tap tap tap. It seemed like a beat, synchronized with her own. Karin eyed once again the scribbles, the magical formulas on the paper, and then double checked against those in the board. She resisted the temptation to yawn once again.
Maths were... so boring. And the young girl was one of the top of the class at them. She should've liked maths, however, she was steadily but surely losing the struggle against the ever increasing lead quality of her eyelids. In order to exorcise the demon of sleep, she performed a survey of the rest of the class. Elegant chairs, sparkling-new tables. Classy black, white with golden trimming uniforms, composed of a white shirt with a black blazer and a black skirt. A teacher with immaculate glasses, and his hair combed back in an elegant manner. Even the tie added a little of class to the otherwise, business uniform.
The Golden Star Private School was supposed to be worth every single yen spent on it. And even from youth, the people here received vigorous, elite education. Which was equally boring. Unable to fight the increasing tiredness anymore, her pencil slipped, slashing an operation across. Grumbling, she searched for her eraser. There was one in her backpack, wasn't it?. She leaned forward, opening her expensive backpack. Two little, delicate hands handed her the eraser from within, and Karin thanked them.
Wait, that was not right. Karin's eyes snapped so slightly, as she opened the backpack again. There she was, her pudgy appearance and mop of hair leaving no trace of doubt. Karin's reaction was of utter disbelief. What was doing her fairy inside her backpack out of all things.
Then she noticed the lunchbox half ajar, and a couple of rice grains stuck on the fairy's mouth, while one of her hands still held some rice dumpling remains. And no further explanation was needed.
"You litte shit! That was my lunch!" Karin half hissed, furiosly, as she lifted her pencil as an instrument of divine retribution, and delivered a nasty jab on the little creature's side. Which had no response or effect. Karin wondered for a second if the impact had been too much.
"ow." Depardieu said after a few awkward seconds. And then, without even paying attention nor asking, reached for more foodstuffs inside the lunchbox. Round two would teach the pesky fairy some things...
"AHEM! Miss Yamato!" A masculine voice said at his back, causing the young girl to flail around. "Mayhaps this lesson is perhaps too easy for you, hmm? Seeing as how you are playing hell-knows-why with your pencil and backpack." The teacher said, full of scorn. "Shall we step it up a little, Miss Yamato? What is the missing number on this series?" The teacher added.
Clearly, she shouldn't be able to answer that, but the word that came from her mouth had little shadow of doubt. "8". The girl said, secure of herself.
"Correct." The teacher added, clenching his teeth... Karin internally smirked. After all, series were similar to computing codes, so she could ascertain this particular answer.
And then the bell rang. Which promptly made said teacher to dismiss the class. Karin had a close shave this time. Depardieu was far too lax about any kind of care and tact whatsoever. And the tiny glutton had already devoured half of her lunch. She was a growing young girl! How could that little fae scourge eat her lunch and leave her half starved?
Furiously, she whipped up her expensive smartphone,and lit it up during the lunchbreak. She wasn't in the mood to socialize, not with the spirit of gluttony still in her backpack, so she sat in a corner, and delighted herself in reading. There was some other magical girl, who was a writer. All the news were upon them.
"Yeah, stupid writer. What does she do, write monsters to death? Lame Lame Lame." Karin said to herself, deciding to channel her frustration and hunger into unabashed trolling in a magical girl fansite.
"Kuroe is a shitty's cat name, and that kinda explains why the books smell like cat poop! Not to mention that a dog could write them better!" She posted under an alias, delighting herself in the irate response of hardcore fans. She giggle sho slightly as she finished what she could salvage of her lunch. Well, at the very least this was some sort of comfort...
Maths were... so boring. And the young girl was one of the top of the class at them. She should've liked maths, however, she was steadily but surely losing the struggle against the ever increasing lead quality of her eyelids. In order to exorcise the demon of sleep, she performed a survey of the rest of the class. Elegant chairs, sparkling-new tables. Classy black, white with golden trimming uniforms, composed of a white shirt with a black blazer and a black skirt. A teacher with immaculate glasses, and his hair combed back in an elegant manner. Even the tie added a little of class to the otherwise, business uniform.
The Golden Star Private School was supposed to be worth every single yen spent on it. And even from youth, the people here received vigorous, elite education. Which was equally boring. Unable to fight the increasing tiredness anymore, her pencil slipped, slashing an operation across. Grumbling, she searched for her eraser. There was one in her backpack, wasn't it?. She leaned forward, opening her expensive backpack. Two little, delicate hands handed her the eraser from within, and Karin thanked them.
Wait, that was not right. Karin's eyes snapped so slightly, as she opened the backpack again. There she was, her pudgy appearance and mop of hair leaving no trace of doubt. Karin's reaction was of utter disbelief. What was doing her fairy inside her backpack out of all things.
Then she noticed the lunchbox half ajar, and a couple of rice grains stuck on the fairy's mouth, while one of her hands still held some rice dumpling remains. And no further explanation was needed.
"You litte shit! That was my lunch!" Karin half hissed, furiosly, as she lifted her pencil as an instrument of divine retribution, and delivered a nasty jab on the little creature's side. Which had no response or effect. Karin wondered for a second if the impact had been too much.
"ow." Depardieu said after a few awkward seconds. And then, without even paying attention nor asking, reached for more foodstuffs inside the lunchbox. Round two would teach the pesky fairy some things...
"AHEM! Miss Yamato!" A masculine voice said at his back, causing the young girl to flail around. "Mayhaps this lesson is perhaps too easy for you, hmm? Seeing as how you are playing hell-knows-why with your pencil and backpack." The teacher said, full of scorn. "Shall we step it up a little, Miss Yamato? What is the missing number on this series?" The teacher added.
Clearly, she shouldn't be able to answer that, but the word that came from her mouth had little shadow of doubt. "8". The girl said, secure of herself.
"Correct." The teacher added, clenching his teeth... Karin internally smirked. After all, series were similar to computing codes, so she could ascertain this particular answer.
And then the bell rang. Which promptly made said teacher to dismiss the class. Karin had a close shave this time. Depardieu was far too lax about any kind of care and tact whatsoever. And the tiny glutton had already devoured half of her lunch. She was a growing young girl! How could that little fae scourge eat her lunch and leave her half starved?
Furiously, she whipped up her expensive smartphone,and lit it up during the lunchbreak. She wasn't in the mood to socialize, not with the spirit of gluttony still in her backpack, so she sat in a corner, and delighted herself in reading. There was some other magical girl, who was a writer. All the news were upon them.
"Yeah, stupid writer. What does she do, write monsters to death? Lame Lame Lame." Karin said to herself, deciding to channel her frustration and hunger into unabashed trolling in a magical girl fansite.
"Kuroe is a shitty's cat name, and that kinda explains why the books smell like cat poop! Not to mention that a dog could write them better!" She posted under an alias, delighting herself in the irate response of hardcore fans. She giggle sho slightly as she finished what she could salvage of her lunch. Well, at the very least this was some sort of comfort...
@TheFake
Still have the greatest hits case, all four disks, and manual.
Wonder if umbra can barter for a ride on the wolfie for a fresh male stag meat.
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