@Errant Son Nobody said they escaped a hole. Maybe some maniac knight attacked their peaceful caravan and beat the shit out of them. Gotta say, compared to most knights who still have a face, elves seem pretty trustworthy to me right about now.
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... How in the world did you even get here? Privacy means nothing to you, huh?
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
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@Errant Son Annara couldn't even blow up a balloon right now, so I think all covers are save from her. :P
Unless the cover was that she and Lothren are completely fine, nothing and nobody has been blown that day.
Unless the cover was that she and Lothren are completely fine, nothing and nobody has been blown that day.
The journey from Muon Pond to Udny Pass were a blur to Annara, a constant shift back and forth between consciousness and strange, disconcerting dreams that so vivid she had trouble telling them from reality. The first time she awoke, the mumbling of the river Neratine filling her ears and a moist, cool cloth on her forehead, she started up, thinking herself back in a damp cave she had once been trapped in as a child, and despite the comforting words of her companions, Annara required a minute to be convinced otherwise. Her headwound, that much must have been obvious to the others, could prove the most serious of her ailments.
But as time passed and Aust carried her towards their destination with a resilience that was difficult to match, she became more lucid, the headache and nausea were almost bearable and the unconsciousness turned more and more into sleep, despite the fever dreams. She couldn't have done much of anything else anyway - her broken ribs turned breathing into a loathesome affair and sitting upright, let alone standing, felt like somebody was stabbing her with a red-hot knife.
When she came to at the gate, her broken arm held to her chest by a makeshift sling, most of the words that had been spoken had found their way to her ears and into her nightmare; as her eyes opened, the two guards looked like arachnids to her, a sight so absurd and terrifying she couldn't make a sound, not before she realized that they were human - or, well, Aretan, if that counted as human. Pride and anger were boiling deep inside her but they were nothing to the pain and exhaustion she felt despite hours of uneasy rest.
"We need help", she murmured as loudly as she dared, wincing at the agony even these small words subjected her to. "He...", she weakly nodded towards Lothren, "he's injured and I-I can't breathe... It hurts so much."
The Eretol didn't have to fake the wheezing or groans of pain. She was scared, of course she was when her entire body seemed to be one big aching wound, but she hadn't shown it to her friends like this because she knew they had done all they could and she had felt that she needed to appear as strong as she could. Here, however, before some guards who would decide whether they could enter the city and a man who seemed willing to help convince them, she dropped all pretense of strength. They wouldn't have hesitated to slit her throat if they knew that all of them, even Annara, were Ytharien, but surely they couldn't turn away a small, weak woman with a serious injury? Not if she...
"Please... I beg you... Help us."
But as time passed and Aust carried her towards their destination with a resilience that was difficult to match, she became more lucid, the headache and nausea were almost bearable and the unconsciousness turned more and more into sleep, despite the fever dreams. She couldn't have done much of anything else anyway - her broken ribs turned breathing into a loathesome affair and sitting upright, let alone standing, felt like somebody was stabbing her with a red-hot knife.
When she came to at the gate, her broken arm held to her chest by a makeshift sling, most of the words that had been spoken had found their way to her ears and into her nightmare; as her eyes opened, the two guards looked like arachnids to her, a sight so absurd and terrifying she couldn't make a sound, not before she realized that they were human - or, well, Aretan, if that counted as human. Pride and anger were boiling deep inside her but they were nothing to the pain and exhaustion she felt despite hours of uneasy rest.
"We need help", she murmured as loudly as she dared, wincing at the agony even these small words subjected her to. "He...", she weakly nodded towards Lothren, "he's injured and I-I can't breathe... It hurts so much."
The Eretol didn't have to fake the wheezing or groans of pain. She was scared, of course she was when her entire body seemed to be one big aching wound, but she hadn't shown it to her friends like this because she knew they had done all they could and she had felt that she needed to appear as strong as she could. Here, however, before some guards who would decide whether they could enter the city and a man who seemed willing to help convince them, she dropped all pretense of strength. They wouldn't have hesitated to slit her throat if they knew that all of them, even Annara, were Ytharien, but surely they couldn't turn away a small, weak woman with a serious injury? Not if she...
"Please... I beg you... Help us."
@Life in Stasis Indeed. And I can't wait for the two groups (and two new players) to come together.
As for Annara, I think I'm gonna have to wait with posting for her until other people have acted first, perhaps even until the next cycle of posts - the downside of choosing to make her pretty beat-up.
A relatively short post from me aswell but it gets me back in the game and at least you, @icmasticc, don't have to wait for my post anymore.
Nicholas
Unknown Location - 500 HP - 2/6 Stamina
Had he been right? The creature certainly didn't seem like the same kind of pushover as the others at least.
Where Nicholas' blade surely would have found its target and ended the fight against the other Faceless, this one was more careful to watch its back - literally - and save its own neck - also literally. The block was so quick and powerful Nicholas was taken completely by surprise and could do little to counter it before he was sent back into the priestess behind him.
They were right - they had little hope of defeating this thing on their own, taking turns at trying to smite it. All they'd do would be wearing themselves out, and Nicholas already felt himself getting weaker, his left arm twitching under the armor. It was shameful how quickly he was tiring today but denying it when he knew it to be true was stupid.
It was simple: He had to do his part while he could. And his role was clear, at least to him.
As the other two mounted their attacks on their small opponent, he had a second to see the valiant effort the rest of the group put up against the giant. They were more effective against it than he thought possible and he could respect their strength and coordination, but he was still convinced - or at least hopeful - that his enemy was the key to ending all of this.
With these thoughts to fuel his conviction, Nicholas put away his bastard sword, drew his short sword and threw himself at the Faceless. He passed Fiona and his initial attack would be aimed at the being's neck from the side but despite putting a fair bit of momentum into the strike, it wasn't his primary goal to actually kill it. No, what he really wanted to do was draw its attention and put himself into close melee range, just where Marcus had been a minute prior. The almost-bald man had been hard-pressed to hold his ground against it despite considerable skill but Nicholas had a shield to aid him in his defense. All his partners needed for victory was an opening, somebody to circle their enemy and force it to spread its defense too thin. He would block and attack quickly, without much strength behind his own strikes and with any luck, he wouldn't have to keep that up for too long.
Thought I'd try to make use of my insomnia. But since I'm tired (just not able to fall asleep), you're getting a shorter post than I'd like and it's not my best, so you're kinda getting the worst of both worlds. ^^"
Still, feels good to be back. And unconscious again. :P
Still, feels good to be back. And unconscious again. :P
Annara
As Annara came to, her memories of what happened were vague.
She remembered Skye rearing and throwing her off as the arachnid monstrosities rose from the earth, bolting in sheer terror as she stared up at them, no less mortified.
She remembered seeing Lothren on the ground, the knight nowhere to be seen, and running over, shaking him and screaming at him in her fear, urging him to wake up.
She remembered pain exploding in her right side as one of the spider-like beings swiped her away with one of its legs, breaking her ribs and sending her flying. Then... nothing.
Now... now... now, a loud groan escaped her before she could even open her eyes. Her left arm hung limply from her side and hurt worse than it ever had before and when she tried to move it, it only sent a wave of red-hot agony in response. Every single breath she took was torture and every muscle and bone on her left was throbbing and aching. But all of that was nothing compared to the blinding anguish that was her head - it felt like it had been split open, nausea washed over her in waves and blood, her blood, was gushing out of a wound at her left temple, dripping from her hair. Dripping... Why dripping? Why was her arm 'hanging'?
Somebody is carrying me.
Labored breaths, her healthy right arm slung around a neck, her legs swinging back and forth... Annara slowly opened her eyelids and was greeted by painfully bright sunlight and the face of Aust, as close to her as if they were in the middle of a play again.
But every thought, every pain, every word on her mind was forgotten as the low rumbling in the ground drew her attention, made her turn her head just in time to witness...
Annara had been to Vicenna twice - once with her father's caravan and once more before she met and joined the band of 'mummers'. Vicenna was a strange place to her, not only because it was lush and green compared to Areta but because its cities felt different. Generations of war and darkness had made many of its inhabitants humble and friendly; they knew all too well what hostility could lead to. Of course, one or two of the few mages she met seemed arrogant and distant but most of the others, at least the ones willing to talk to her, saw their powers as a responsibility to protect their people, not a birthright to rule them.
To her, 'home' had always been a group, the men and women she wanted to be with. Her last trip to Vicenna was the first time she thought she understood the notion of 'settling down', the idea that 'home' could be a place.
And here she was, witnessing the end of that nation. It was a sight so bizarre that she thought she was dreaming. How else could you explain that miles and miles and miles of firm soil seemed to break away, flow and fall as if they had been swallowed whole by... by what?
What could be big enough?
But she knew that she was awake. She knew that, as impossible as it seemed, she was watching the death of millions.
The world began to spin, faster and faster, a carousel of colors, then intense whiteness. Annara felt lightheaded and all strength left her. She heard the elf speak her name with urgency as her head fell against his shoulder but before she could answer, the Eretol woman was unconscious again.
@icmasticc@KingFisher@Sep@Life in Stasis
So, I'm sitting in my bathroom after a 40 hour day featuring two 6-hour car rides, one 4-hour flight, four hours spent on two airports and about one hour of sleep since I got up in Russia yesterday morning, so it's safe to say I am completely exhausted (which is why I'm mentioning my GMs all in one post).
But I'm back. I'll see that I catch up until Monday (the next few days will be busy for me) and return to regular posting by Wednesday (since Tuesday wouöd be my first day with a couple of hours to myself in over two weeks and I might just need to spend some time watching cat videos on YouTube or something).
Glad you guys didn't burn down the site while I was gone.
So, I'm sitting in my bathroom after a 40 hour day featuring two 6-hour car rides, one 4-hour flight, four hours spent on two airports and about one hour of sleep since I got up in Russia yesterday morning, so it's safe to say I am completely exhausted (which is why I'm mentioning my GMs all in one post).
But I'm back. I'll see that I catch up until Monday (the next few days will be busy for me) and return to regular posting by Wednesday (since Tuesday wouöd be my first day with a couple of hours to myself in over two weeks and I might just need to spend some time watching cat videos on YouTube or something).
Glad you guys didn't burn down the site while I was gone.
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