Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

A bit of fire always helps.

@Ellri

:p Maybe.

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This is what happens when I have a Gimping itch! XD I'm actually considering doing one for Racheli really for her future development and create a sig and avi set for fun.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Khan, Catacombs

"He is," Came the Yarsomere man’s voice, his head nodded toward the student in Khan’s grip. His hands wiping the blood clean after he tended to the woman, her body being unwrapped by the Naga, as the white cloth was stained red by the action, his next words noting her condition. "He was fighting the Ridge Hounds with no sense of caution. The elf's injury was large but she will not die during the walk to the medical wing."

Khan’s gaze stared for a moment, his arm still supporting Baulder’s limp figure, on noting the lack of discomfort around the Naga. Especially when Lyamis started to wrap about Myrn making the Headmaster a bit uncomfortable at the sight. At seeing it, he had considered calling Olreah into action and dislodging the Naga’ coiling tail until he received more information about the situation. Things had already gone wrong and his irritation was building in the back of his head, knowing time was a main factor for those students still battling for their lives outside the College walls.

By this time, the small army of Golems, about ten total, had arrived. Several were wind and fire golems, with a few steel and earth to escort Tyrael back to his office. It would be there where the fallen orc would remain until Khan could address his behavior. For years, he had overlooked the teacher’s behavior in hopes he would either tame it or grow beyond it. Now, it seemed that build up had become impossible to overlook and Tyrael had no one to blame but himself. Next time, Khan truly believed the College wouldn’t have been so lucky.

The Headmaster knew deep down his judgement was flawed after having his trust betrayed so any thoughts going through his head were subject to question, from his trust in Tyrael now shattered to the wonder where he had become so blind. Until now, he had overlooked the teacher’s brash and edging abusive nature, every day hoping Tyrael would’ve outgrow or tame it. Now it appeared that ability was beyond him.

Gently, Khan ‘s eyes looked to the Rheven-ari in his grip. He noted the shallow, steady breathing through the ragged clothing and wondered what would become of him when Tyrael’s punishment was over. Would he leave or stay? That was a question for another time when those outside the college were out of danger and his mind was at ease, his arm passing the unconscious Rheven-ari to a Wind Golem who immediately took off down the corridor for the medical wing. The last thing Khan heard was feeble attempt at speech that ended in a throat gurgling sound causing worry to flood his face before they disappeared. About four Golems sided Tyrael, their towering figures refusing to leave his side while Khan directed the remaining six to both shepherd the remaining Naga through the college into temporary quarters and help the other students back to the infirmary.

He turned and began to lead the way out just when Ssarak’s mind pushed against his barriers. The Headmaster cautiously creaking the wards to allow the message in, absorbing the information gingerly through the psychomancer’s own thoughts. Truthfully it wasn’t his favorite way to gain intelligence after the day he already had as he sucked up his exhaustion and focused on the details given to him, his mind ticking with his own thought isolated from Ssarak’s.

’The Naga, from what I gather, come from Mesa Gaan; survivors of the massacre there. The Matriarch is among them, as well as Mar’s brother. According to him, they were forced into the ravine and have been surviving there since the attack. They come to the College seeking its protection; I do not believe they had the option to petition for such a thing through normal means.’

So, the rumors were true. The Naga are being driven to extinction within the Yarsomere desert through these few were lucky enough to have made it this far. The Ravine is dangerous, even for a demonomancer master, and it’s a wonder they all weren’t killed. Through I doubt they went in and came out with the same number. I don’t think we can handle trespassers today with something lurking around the college according to Zaad, the demon’s honestly questionable save when it comes to true threats, and he seemed rather antsy about this one. That worries me. A lot.

’Tyrael, however…I do not know what to think of it. The moment he saw the Naga, it was like he went into a rage. I am certain they were what sparked his behavior. As soon as he identified them as Naga, he ordered me to kill them. His voice…it sounded strange, like there was something else speaking through him. I do not have any experience with Fallen Demonmancers beyond Tyrael, but it was almost as if his demon was controlling him, or at least influencing him. Certainly, he did not seem like he was in his right mind. I am uncertain why the sight of Naga would cause such a thing to happen, however. He is close to Mar, so it is not as if he despises the race as a whole.’

If Tyrael fell under the influence of his demons, it wasn't good especially if the Naga were the trigger. I don’t know the connection but I intend to discover it and prevent it. Last thing we need is a rogue demonomancer with Tyrael’s potential becoming an enemy of the College. The terrible truth about demonomancers is in order to control those very demons, we have to become susceptible to their influence and prevent ourselves from falling victim to them. One moment of complete relaxation and they are nipping on our heels. Power in exchange for a curse.

This is just the start, I can feel and I’m worried.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Working on Khan's reply btw. Rtron's finally writing, WRITING I SAY!

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Sorry I must have misled ya there. I was referring to the Cowl and when he would receive the Intel.

@MelonHead

I figured that might've been the case. XD

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@MelonHead: Your post was wonderful, though one thing. Jacqueline wouldn't have met Lekh since she has a strict schedule and rarely free time, especially during this period. So as far as he knows, he's collecting the information for the Syndicate only. He would also likely know about Hero's public identity as Dr. Cole, the expert brought in.

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@FallenReaper How long ago exactly has it been IC time since Racheli was brought into the CDC? I was going to have Lekh infiltrate the day after, but I'm not entirely sure on the timeline.

@MelonHead

The timeline isn't perfect as I don't have exact day number, but between the riot and collab (Jacqueline and Cowl) it's been about 8-9 days, give or take a day. Racheli was brought in on the day of the riots, toward the evening, when the chaos was dying down and police were trying to restore order.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Cosh: Alpha (Last one)

When the Alpha clamped down on steel, his jaw shut down much like a gator’s and wouldn’t release. The Alpha snarled in response to the man’s muscle flexing underneath as his hand shifted his weapon to the other one. The Cosh’s eyes narrowed in acknowledgement over Deven’s arm raising it and pulling back, tilting the blade tip toward the beast’s neck causing him to growl in warning. His teeth clamped down harder causing a deeper indentation in the armor surface. The metal holding up surprisingly well despite the jagged teeth trying to sink in and rip the flesh to pieces.

When Deven lifted his arm back to stab forward, the beast’s hind legs folded underneath and his weight shifted. There was a slight pull on the man’s arm that would shift his balance forward as if the animal was trying to topple him. That wasn’t the case. His hind legs were too far underneath him to be able to jerk him toward himself without falling down, the legs started to lift upright. Gradually the creature rose from from a 3 foot quadruple to a 7 foot bipede. As he rose upright, his arm pulled up and his hand like paw smacked the sword tip. The end had started to jab downward causing it to skirt the shoulder creating a shallow cut, drawing more blood yet the beast’s fangs didn’t release.
That’s when the vampire slashed across his leg. The hind tendon felt pain sear through it as blood sprayed from the impact, his teeth released while his other hand like paw came up to slash at the man’s armor. When it hit, there was enough force to send him backwards as the beast’s leg crumbled under his weight. His jaw howled in pain again. Her cut wasn’t enough to fully render the limb useless but it was enough to make running and dodging difficult. He hadn’t even gotten a chance for a counter attack before he spied her figure balling up and rolling away a few feet out of his reach.

Lyamis, Catacombs

Lyamis heard Myrn’s sassy quip, though he didn’t agree with it, and stayed quiet about his opinion. He hated warriors who freely risked themselves and accept death all too willingly, a fact which was honorable but a waste of their skills. Even now, he was disgusted by the death that could’ve been prevented if they had had the will to stop it. If they had been more active in the world rather than isolatist they were becoming, there might’ve been more warning to what had happened.

”Thanks Darius. I owe you one.” She thanked the man, her body relaxed slightly at the touch and allowed medical treatment. However, when she noted Lyamis’ coils tighten about her and immediately started to struggle. Her words sounded alarmed as she spoke to him in irritation and anger. ”Oi! Get your tail off of me, I'm hurt, not crippled.”

Noting her struggle, he loosened gradually and considered letting go before she felt the pain from the medicine. Her arms weren’t included into his grip while they curled and griped his tail, using it as something to anchor through it. His coils neither increased their grasp or loosened it anymore as he tensed slightly at the reaction to the medication, his head looked at Darius with a questioning glance.
”Ow. Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Gods, why does healing hurt?” She said through clenched teeth.

Lyamis shook his head as he watched Darius address the new creature that arrived, the Headmaster. He studied with curious eyes though he didn’t speak for the fate of his race. It was up to the college if they would be forced back down the tunnels and live out the Ravine’s wrath a second time, their survival odd dim with that notion.

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Just one thing to remember about these docs, the information you are putting in is only one way that things can work. Like with magic, there are many different ways for things to be accomplished.

I mean, we've always just established these things IC, and in my experience (running this game for almost 9 years), it's always worked

@nitemare shape

True, and I don't disagree.

However, some people do like to work and include the mechanics of other people's things. Some people find it easier if someone already established a base for them to work with and on with. It's a bit hard to do that unless you share or have information publicly displayed. Werewolves and Kitsune, for example, I divided into species so if someone doesn't like the type I made, they can make their own breed and still be classed as a werewolf. They don't even have to have appearance or anything really and still be a werewolf. So I did make it possible for variety without restrictions. :P

Mass Effect: Borealis

Sounds like I missed something...

@Rtron

Advance got hit hard with a bunch of spambot creating threads. Look a few pages back and you'll spot them.