Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn's up! And on the attack.

@Sento Morning.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Fallenreaper
I'm used to In-Game and chat roleplays, where everything is real time. I try to post as soon as possible, so don't worry about inactivity!

@Doc Doctor

Sadly, I'm not which why I was concerned about boring you. :P

@Fallenreaper
Thread is up.

@Doc Doctor

Alright, will get to it tonight, or tom at latest.

Add on:

*looks at thread IC intro and face palms* God Damnit @Doc Doctor, I so didn't need that image in my head! And curse Trixi for being noble as hell. *sighs*

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn, Lyn's Hunt

Lyn knew she should’ve been worried and frightened by now, her grip tight on purpose as she bounced next to Annabeth with each of Samson’s movements. Her body pressed close to the older girl and worry, quelled by the spell, hovered faintly nearby causing her to realize something was dreadfully wrong. She scanned the area expecting to see her mother emerge with spear in hand and engage the uninvited guests, but with each new arrival her worry was increasing when it wasn't the one she needed the most. Immediately she concluded who was the one that had been screaming deep in the woods.

The acknowledgement smacked her like a cold, damp rag which was shoved aside unwillingly by the spell Annabeth had casted. Her arms squeezed the older woman’s figure and needing the comforting touch, trying to understand why she wasn’t feeling as terrible as she knew she should. Her mother was possibly dying somewhere in the forest, her allies being attacked, and all she could feel was an eerie sense of calm. Something about what Satori mentioned about psychomancy clicked in her thoughts causing her to frown, her eyes narrowed on her caretaker with accusation and a hint of hurt.

Annabeth had casted a calming spell on her stop her from being frighten, but it also kept her from other emotions.

The troublesome thoughts didn’t stop there however. Guilt swelled in her chest, faded and unclear, where it sat even though she knew who she was feeling wasn’t her fault. If she could cry, she would’ve in that moment. Her family and friends were already rushing to deal with the invaders yet all she could do was stay out of the way. This thought caused her to press her cheek against the woman, her eyes closed to block out the scene. Naturally, on instinct, her heat pits took up the duty her eyes tried to shut off. It spread and started to collect information, including several heat signals, and one heading fast toward the pair as if tracking them. Like he knew where to find them.

Abruptly Lyn’s body jerked upright at sensing MacKendrick.

Even when he was moving in a blur to all others, her sense of heat caught him perfectly. While she didn’t have enough details to predict his movements, she knew the others couldn’t hit him at this rate and her mind tried to recall if she had any of her herbamancy seeds on her. To her disappointment it seemed in her excitement this morning, she had forgotten them.

Still at least clear minded, she released her hands from Annabeth’s waist and began to search her own given medical kit rapidly but thoroughly. Her fingers lifted up various straps and covers to reveal the contents inside as she found something suitable. Hop seeds.

Lyn focused her magic into the seeds then abruptly tossed them just before MacKendrick got up close and personal, his dagger edged to hamstring Samson. The moment the seeds flew into his direction, they extended and burst into its fully grown state just when he reached them. They would constrict to press Mackendrick’s arms about his body and tie him up with vine like strings, hopefully sparing Samson from being horribly crippled.

Hops was often used as an energy boost which Samuel thought would likely beneficial so it was little surprised he packed a few seeds for relieving exhaustion during her hunt. A woody, vine like plant that when properly tended to grew like a weed. Being a herbamancer, it naturally suited her needs perfectly but the aftermath was tiresome. Already her head felt a little light from the magic usage giving her a warning she had used a great deal of her arcanite, leaving her just enough mage blood to cast one or two more spells, if she was lucky, without blood sickness setting in.

Successful or not in hitting MacKendrick, she felt her grip loosen from Annabeth and leaned in close to where she had tossed the seeds. Annabeth would have to react quickly as all she would catch was Lyn quiet mumble and tired thoughts. ”I t-t-think I over d-d-did it-t.”

With no adrenaline surging through her system, keeping energetic and alert was impossible in her state.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

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Judging by his fight with DJ, the 7 post curse may strike again, but with a different cause this time. :P

Though, IMHO, Gonad is the most favorable matchup for Trixi, out of all the remaining combatants, so not likely, if you play the cards well.

@Vordak

There's a difference between finishing and one ending in a match in 7 posts. It means it's possible to have a fun, brief challenge.

Personally, I just want to learn and get as much experience as I can in since I've had so many opponents up and vanish on me right at or before the 7th post. Really driving me nuts even when I offer to make the match short. The worse part, I was actually having fun with ShidenBlades, though he was a little upset at seeing me struggle a bit with this and was nice enough to compromise in order to keep the match going. A really great aspect that made my experience in this tourney among the best ones, especially compared to seeing the conflict Chimera and Melon seems to have with their personalities (some types just don't mix, nothing wrong with that as I've had that happen to me). XD

I think that's only because of her little shocking personality. :p Even with having his extreme control, he will be affected and it will mess him up. The only difference is that his character will be able to recover faster, much faster, which is going to make it hard for Trixi not to count on her attacks buying her time to get out of his range.

As for playing my cards right, I'm just hoping not bore him to death honestly.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

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Yep! Current matchups are Vordak vs Melon or Chimera, and you vs Doc Doctor. Since the latter pair is ready, you may start early if you wish.

@Drifting Pollen

Alright, I'll leave it to @Doc Doctor then and allow him to start the thread if he wishes or I can. Though as a warning to him as my last match showed, I'm not very experienced so be patient with me and I hope to learn a few things from our match. With any luck, my match might either finish or get past the cursed 7th post. >_> I really need that bad luck streak broken in some form damn it!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyamis (Naga), Catacomb

Lyamis’ head turned in time to see a small, bluish elf aim her crossbow into the Naga’s mist as she mentioned something about orders to kill them from a Tyrael. From Ssarak’s and Grey’s reaction, he could only assume he was some of great importance. He didn’t know this ‘Tyrael’ was actually the demon Karnage since he hadn’t changed his name until he arrived at the college else the betrayal would’ve brought Mar’s abilities into question. Twelve arrows flittered through the tunnel’s air as the snow elf vanished back among the ridge hounds, her eyes seemed to burn with determination to kill them. Each targeted Naga, himself included, had three arrows aimed at the heart, throat and other vulnerable spot meant to put them into Malice.

When the arrows were release, Lyamis was too late to hiss a warning when his body swayed to intercept and protect the Matriarch. His arms shifted about to create a barrier with his very body and arms dropped his weapon into his tail, his arms spread out to cover as much of her fragile as he could. Another glint and one of his hand blades were in his hand ready to end his life before Malice took him. It wasn’t needed as Grey’s and Ssarak’s shields promptly came up. The large surfaces collided with the steel points and shattered the arrows on impact, their pieces shifting back to ridge hound bones when they clattered to the ground. Grey’s shield caught five while Ssarak’s managed to gain four, sparing Lyamis, the Matriarch and one other Naga from being greatly damaged. However, the youngest female, the very one Lyamis had been trying to control wasn’t so lucky.

Her eyes turned and unfocused on her fellow Naga, she failed to see Lyamis’ physical warning before she struck into the skull back from her side. It didn’t touch the brain, but did immediately killed her on impact. Her body gone limp while two more arrows made fleshy thump, one after another, into her still standing body. She crumbled into the ground. Besides Ssarak, Darius was the only other one that knew of the Naga’s Malice ability from how to prevent-a blow into the brain- and how long it would take until the ‘deceased’ rose from death to act her fellow companions or enemies.

In an ill twist of fate, it wasn’t the Matriarch who was closest to the Malice Naga but Grey when he quickly pulled back to cover their rear from the attacking shapeshifter who was screaming emotionally. With Grey occupied, the Matriarch exposed, and Ridge Hound swarming for another push through the rattled Naga, someone was going to have to protect the guardsman before things got nasty quickly.

Lyamis, spotting the fact one of the students were already intent on following orders from the imposture, was already putting together a plan that might work within his mind. Through at the rate the student was hacking and burying himself in Ridge Hound bodies, their weight would likely keep him pinned for a few hours. ’If he comes too close, is it possible for the Esyire to keep distracted him long enough for me to wrap about him and bite him? My venom would paralyze him for a few hours and we don’t have much time, one Naga’s been hit and killed improperly. She will turn Malice and I can’t be sure to get a head shot without risking the larger man or leaving the Matriarch unprotected.’

Already he was shifting his spear to his tail and preparing to stab the young female who hissed softly, her eyes glazed over in a milky white seen in death. Her head already damaged, but not enough, while she swayed in place in warning. Lyamis placed himself firmly between her and their leader, his weapon at the ready. The others were still unaware as the protective circle became crumbled, one half of the circle scattered when the arrows found a way into their midst. Unknown to Lyamis, another Naga within their ranks was slowly bleeding to death, her mind fading from sanity into pure emotion she struggled to contain. If no one noticed the signs, it was likely they would have another threat on their hands.

Lyn’s Hunt

Cosh Pack

Several striped streaks of fur and muscle powered through the grey landscape. Their paw like hands propelled them forward and through the various underbrush and trees, their breath misting over the lolled out tongues in heavy pants. Howls, high pitched and eerily terrible, rain across the morning’s air to echo through the woods. Their noses twitched out at the scent of cherry blossom lingering faintly in the air while they sought their quarry. When Keri sent E’nasha into the woods, alone, to see out Althalus, the Noxomancer was long gone and his way to teleporting Mar to the medical wing. This left her easy prey for the creatures who didn’t follow Keri into the thick of battle.

Growls from invisible Cosh snarled from somewhere close, scenting Keri’s cherry blossom smell upon the human fairly easily. They drew closer and closer, their white teeth hidden behind their camouflage ability. It was enough to frighten the girl into darting back to where she had heard the screaming earlier. The Cosh pulling into her wake, quietly stalking her back to the others.

Lyn’s… Bear

Red little eyes glowed when it spotted Mackendrick move fast and close to Samson, a small wicked growl escape the usually calm toy’s demeanor. It shuddered rapidly, the outline vibrating at an increasing rate as it abruptly sprouted in height. Legs increased in length followed by arms, its height nearly to Uicle’s, as the bear wiggled its claws experimentally. Its muzzle curled into a malicious smile before it pushed off with one leg into a flat out bolt across the meadow. The speed was almost as fast as Samson, the toy picking up more speed the longer it moved across the grass, leaving plots of little dirt behind in its wake.

While it couldn’t see Samson, Annabeth or Lyn, it could barely see Mackendrick. And so going with the only visible target, the bear opened its mouth then collected a chilling breath before firing a rapid succession of about three small, narrow icicles just where Mackendrick seemed to be heading. It might not stop him but it would slow him down enough for the bear to catch up.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

I take it we're just waiting for Chimera's and Melon's match to finish up before starting the next round? >_>

Black Mountain Tournament: Nicoli D'Angelo vs Trixi Hex

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Well, it looks like Shiden really is gone (you'd think he would at least have let us know)... so by default you win, I guess.

Next up for you on the bracket is @Doc Doctor, who is generally quite consistent with his fights, from what I have seen. Hopefully he'll be able to give you a full match? Might still end in seven posts if you're not careful, Gonad can be pretty lethal... but should be a more satisfying fight, if you're ready to move on.

@Drifting Pollen

I hope so, though if a match finishes in 7 posts I won't mind as it would be a finished one rather than an uncompleted one.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Freeshooter92

Eh?

@Demonic Angel

Clearly not..

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Sep

YES. I FIND IT SPECIEST AND OFFENSIVE.

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NO. BAD FALLEN. MELLOCH DOES NOT NEED THAT ASSUMPTION.

@Rtron

I think it would be funny to see Sep's 2nd PC make Melloch's life interesting. XD