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Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

100% good. Just a busy weekend and starting off a busy week ... next three weeks are going to suck, lol.

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

Sorry for slow reply... was really tired today. I'll get to it tomorrow. ^.^

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“I bore my eyes into the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse of light... only to realize the darkness was looking back."

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

Ikina groaned by the sudden motion of the chair, but had never seen her blade cut through metal like that, to which she was very grateful for right now. Still, he staggered into her, forcing her to hold her ground until he sidestepped out of Doruk's way. Wasting no time on thoughts, she swung her blade against his armor again, cutting a gash into the side of it. The pause in momentum let her search for the little minion creatures to see where she stood in their advance before twisting her wrist and attempting an opposite slash from her blade - only hoping she would be lucky enough to get a second in. If anything, she figured, it'd put him on the defense and allow Doruk to take advantage of it. She hoped this would end well.

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

'Shit! she thought as she caught a glimpse of the battle just beyond the creatures. She wasn't entirely sure what to do though, not at first. She watched the other tieflings movements and sneered slightly to herself that someone who shared infernal blood had attacked the town. Still, he was skilled and he moved like a mountain, but with grace that spoke of a seasoned warrior. She had sparred with Doruk once or twice and even with his arm missing, he had eventually bested her - so what could she do against someone that was easily overpowering the half-orc now?

'Maybe,' she thought, 'a distraction will give Doruk enough of an edge?' She had to try something. She couldn't live down not trying to help the man and she was the type to rather die than live the shame of being a coward when there was a chance she could help. She wasn't foolish - she could never fight the attacker herself - but she had enough courage to enter the fray. Dodging another blow from the slow boulder-like oozes, she hopped onto a table and swung her sword hard towards the one closest to her. It bought her just enough time to continue.

Jumping from the table, she darted around another creature and found herself at the black-armored man's back. She knew she needed to be focused, at least for this one attack and needed to be ready to jump back and away from the man and the approaching oozes. Combat was always such a fragile thing, chaotically changing from moment to moment. Ikina focused on the back waist, hoping to strike a blow to it through the slits in his armor. She swung more lightly, putting more emphasis on accuracy than power ... she only hoped she'd react fast enough to get out of harm's way...

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

Hehe, sorry, didn't mean to step on your toes. :p

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

It was times like this that she was glad she always kept her blade at her side. Maybe it was her nature since she practiced combat so often or maybe a habit picked up from her adopted guardian, but she had proven to the townsfolk a couple times that there was at least some need for it. The first time was about six years ago, and although she hadn't been as practiced as she was these days, it was enough to defend some of the playing children from a couple rapid wolves. A young seventeen year old Ikina selflessly put herself between the unstable hounds and the little ones as she used an ordinary short sword to fight the beasts off. Even back then they were impressed she managed as much. The second time was when a minor goblin unit splint off in an attempt to harvest some of Gible's wears before moving on - Ikina had just made her first steel longsword and had far more practice and a sharper edge. She had only exited the conflict with a few scratches, defeating nearly a third of them by herself before help arrived. Now, would be a third.

This time she grabbed at the hilt of her mythril blade as she stood up with a quickness. She never bothered to ask where Gardad had gotten the rare metal, but he had brought it home one time and taught her how to work it into a blade before perfecting it himself after hours of work. He said it could hold unlimited and powerful enchantments, if only she ever met the mage willing to do as much, but it was still a subtly magic steel that kept it's edge sharp. She heard the screaming and rushed in behind the apparent attackers, only to have a couple of the disfigured oozes turn their attention on her as she brandished her blade at them.

With strange, unintelligible gurgling noises, they began to shuffle towards her only to be greeted with a slash of her sword. Unlike normal steel, hers cut through their ooze like as if it were flesh, but a simple cut would not stop these alien creatures. She spun the opposite way and cut deep into the second one without much of a pause. Something inside her told her that these things weren't likely to flinch because of a little pain and had the determination of a cornered dog, so she needed to press her attack to dispose of them as quickly as possible - she didn't want anyone getting hurt.

Midnight in Medios [lydyn & Alkeni Synair]

The small town resounded with joy and cheer as Ikina sat just outside the tavern - close enough to feel like she was a part of the town and yet isolated enough to create a drift between the crowd and herself. She had always been this way though and by now the town had gotten used to her quiet, good-natured ways, even if they still didn't quite understand it. As it always was, even in times of rest and peacefulness, she felt a cold uneasiness about herself. Some called her pessimistic, others called her worrisome, but it never swayed her from feeling just a little bit odd - just a little bit hesitant of this apparent peace.

She had confided this with Gardad more times than she'd care to count, but he was gruff and hard like a seasoned dwarf while she was more graceful and aloof as elves often were, though perhaps a touch of it was because of the strange demon blood in her? They had never figured what strain it was, as she did not display the more common tiefling traits but instead held a blue-tint to her skin, an almost alien look into her deep ocean blue eyes, and a slight tinge of coolness to her skin. When one imagined demons and devils, they did not think of ice.

Shifting in her seat to relax against the old oaken bench, she glanced back into the tavern as the people got drunk and smiled at the sight of their silly dullness - she, holding a glass of simple water and bringing it to her lips before taking a shallow gulp of it. Turning her eyes back forward, she lifted her chin so she could gaze upon the moon and let out a gentle sigh. For one reason or another, she had always felt a strange calmness when laying her eyes upon the lunar sphere, as if it were a distant mother gently cooing her soul to sleep. A short gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she realized how poetic she was being when all it really was, was a simple night with a simple happiness.

But still... that cold uneasiness ...

Affinity (A Magic Based RP)

Ah... well... that's okay... lol. Been having trouble fitting this character into any RP, so no worries. If I think of something else that might fit here, I'll post, otherwise good luck!

Affinity (A Magic Based RP)

Just waiting on your thoughts on my comments. :p