NytefallLeeRoy said
When is someone going to challenge one of the Extremes, yo?I really want to play around with them.
I was thinking about making a polar opposite to the Weeper which may be able to take one on, I'll start working on it.
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I was thinking about making a polar opposite to the Weeper which may be able to take one on, I'll start working on it.
I'm fine with the timeskip from now on, pretty sure most the loose ends are tied up for the night in regards to my character and his family.
Adrian shifted in and out of consciousness as he rested there, struggling to see and understand all that was going on around him. A woman was talking to him, he should have known who she was but he could only just make out his name being spoken. It was all growing a worrying dark and red colour at the very edges of his consciousness, but he clung to wakefulness with a reckless abandon, somehow knowing that to sink into sleep might be the last thing he ever did. Dimly he then became aware of both Pavel and Vasily around him, and felt somehow comforted that so many actually cared about him, at least, he had a few moments of genuine pleasure before his name was mentioned once again, and then everything became white hot pain and his body shook, he almost fainted then.
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Anton was infinitely grateful that Adrian had decided to drink so much that night, watching his barely conscious brother writhe in pain from the alcohol suggested what sort of suffering he would have to endure tomorrow when the numbing effects of liquor abandoned him. He set his jaw resolutely, glad that more competent men and women in this regard had taken over, and hovered cautiously over them all, nodding his thanks to Chiudka, Pavel and Vasily in quick succession.
“Thank you.” He said aloud, though worry was plain on his face and he kept looking back and forth in quick succession at the door, waiting expectantly for Viktor’s return. It was only a short while after Adrian was all bandaged up and nodding in and out of consciousness that he did so, and Anton was watching over his now considerably improved brother so he missed that first glance of whiteness and shock as he ran inside, almost knocking over a few of the others with his massive bundle of blankets. He came straight to their sides, laying a blanket over both Grigory and Adrian he tapped Anton on the shoulder and with a sinking heart the youngest brother noticed his near uncontrollable shaking.
“Mother, Father?” Anton asked in a suddenly quaking and small voice.
“They’re… missing.” Viktor said, his eyes darkening at the implications of his own words. Anton looked down at the floor in shock, before a small hope filled him.
“Not dead?” He asked suddenly, and Viktor looked at him strangely.
“No.” He said, and they both looked at each other in that way only brothers can when they are acting truly as family, something one rarely finds outside of crisis. They sat down and began to talk, hurriedly, nervously looking over at the activities in the tavern and aiding anyone who asked them for help. After a short while Viktor handed his blankets to Anton to hand out among those who couldn’t or wouldn’t return home for the night and then resolutely set to the task of carrying David’s body from the tavern, laying it close to the Pyre. It was going to be a long and dark night for what remained of their family.
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Anton was infinitely grateful that Adrian had decided to drink so much that night, watching his barely conscious brother writhe in pain from the alcohol suggested what sort of suffering he would have to endure tomorrow when the numbing effects of liquor abandoned him. He set his jaw resolutely, glad that more competent men and women in this regard had taken over, and hovered cautiously over them all, nodding his thanks to Chiudka, Pavel and Vasily in quick succession.
“Thank you.” He said aloud, though worry was plain on his face and he kept looking back and forth in quick succession at the door, waiting expectantly for Viktor’s return. It was only a short while after Adrian was all bandaged up and nodding in and out of consciousness that he did so, and Anton was watching over his now considerably improved brother so he missed that first glance of whiteness and shock as he ran inside, almost knocking over a few of the others with his massive bundle of blankets. He came straight to their sides, laying a blanket over both Grigory and Adrian he tapped Anton on the shoulder and with a sinking heart the youngest brother noticed his near uncontrollable shaking.
“Mother, Father?” Anton asked in a suddenly quaking and small voice.
“They’re… missing.” Viktor said, his eyes darkening at the implications of his own words. Anton looked down at the floor in shock, before a small hope filled him.
“Not dead?” He asked suddenly, and Viktor looked at him strangely.
“No.” He said, and they both looked at each other in that way only brothers can when they are acting truly as family, something one rarely finds outside of crisis. They sat down and began to talk, hurriedly, nervously looking over at the activities in the tavern and aiding anyone who asked them for help. After a short while Viktor handed his blankets to Anton to hand out among those who couldn’t or wouldn’t return home for the night and then resolutely set to the task of carrying David’s body from the tavern, laying it close to the Pyre. It was going to be a long and dark night for what remained of their family.
Fury ramped up his speed as he saw the General make a narrow escape, with superficial wounds at best, but he was far too late. The discs ruptured above the building and exploded, aiding the destruction of the building. Pulling up at the last moment he stood there floating in the air, trying to calm himself enough to make use of some of his more passive abilities. This was a lot harder said than done however, considering the building just in front and below him seemed to crumbling to dust right in front of his eyes. He had no illusions that the General, someone he had seen pretty effortlessly launch an incredibly heavy metal object, could withstand a lot of pressure and damage, but the collapse of a building seemingly directly upon him gave the Fireen some doubts as to his ability to survive.
Still, Fury hadn’t survived this long by making quick assumptions. He gave the General the benefit of the doubt in this case, and using the gifts bestowed upon him by the Void itself he looked down at the rubble, his eyes highlighting points of unusual energy. It was only a matter of time before he saw the General, presuming he had survived, and in preparation for that moment another nasty looking ball of energy was forming in his right hand, which he held claw-like in front of his heart.
“Come on, give me a real fight.” He muttered to the air around him, peering at the building and surrounding area carefully for any sign of an unusual energy signature.
Still, Fury hadn’t survived this long by making quick assumptions. He gave the General the benefit of the doubt in this case, and using the gifts bestowed upon him by the Void itself he looked down at the rubble, his eyes highlighting points of unusual energy. It was only a matter of time before he saw the General, presuming he had survived, and in preparation for that moment another nasty looking ball of energy was forming in his right hand, which he held claw-like in front of his heart.
“Come on, give me a real fight.” He muttered to the air around him, peering at the building and surrounding area carefully for any sign of an unusual energy signature.
As Mikael had obviously decided to launch his explosive as a projectile, albeit at particularly short range, The Weeper was not standing around to meet it. His backward step, covered by his slashing sword, turned into a full back-pedal and a neat skip to the left, just narrowly avoiding the explosive Orb and allowing it to trail past him. The unusual method of projecting the ball had been smart in some ways, but it had only lengthened the necessary time before the ball could travel the fairly short distance while providing ample suggestion to Mikael’s intent to the hyper-reactive swordsman, so its necessity was questionable.
However, like any trained swordsman, he attempted to follow up hoping to catch his opponent unarmed and off-guard. Technically it would have been exceedingly unlikely that Mikael would have survived that nimble side-step that dragged The Weeper’s body and his sword into his oncoming path. Fortunately for Mikael his explosive decided that moment was prime for it to erupt, and the ensuing explosion caught The Weeper off guard and unbalanced, it crashed into the swordsman with enough force to spin him full body. He actually landed just off to his foe’s right hand-side, his gun clawed from his grasp, though his sword remained at hand.
He allowed his momentum to carry him into a messy backward roll that furthered the distance between him and his opponent’s original position by about ten feet, though he had yet to see if the close proximity explosion had also thrown his foe like it had thrown him.
He came to his feet with his sword at the ready, surprisingly none-the worse for wear save for a few more bruises and a buzzing in his ears from the repeated explosions. With his pistol no longer at hand the Weeper couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, this fight was going to be more irritating than he imagined.
However, like any trained swordsman, he attempted to follow up hoping to catch his opponent unarmed and off-guard. Technically it would have been exceedingly unlikely that Mikael would have survived that nimble side-step that dragged The Weeper’s body and his sword into his oncoming path. Fortunately for Mikael his explosive decided that moment was prime for it to erupt, and the ensuing explosion caught The Weeper off guard and unbalanced, it crashed into the swordsman with enough force to spin him full body. He actually landed just off to his foe’s right hand-side, his gun clawed from his grasp, though his sword remained at hand.
He allowed his momentum to carry him into a messy backward roll that furthered the distance between him and his opponent’s original position by about ten feet, though he had yet to see if the close proximity explosion had also thrown his foe like it had thrown him.
He came to his feet with his sword at the ready, surprisingly none-the worse for wear save for a few more bruises and a buzzing in his ears from the repeated explosions. With his pistol no longer at hand the Weeper couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, this fight was going to be more irritating than he imagined.
Morning seems like a better idea personally, bunker down for the night and deal with all the necessary burials and funerals etc
Also, remember anyone may feel free to take control of my NPC's for a post. (though I'd appreciate a heads up if you plan anything drastic.) Their personalities are fairly malleable at the moment, but usually Viktor is the strong sincere sort, classic eldest son, and Anton is the cheery but in-confident and naive younger brother type.
Adrian is getting pretty close to bleeding to death.
How are we going to progress past all this introductory stuff out of curiosity Lillian? Will we have a timeskip to the morning or some-such?
How are we going to progress past all this introductory stuff out of curiosity Lillian? Will we have a timeskip to the morning or some-such?
He looked dumbly at Chiudka, just barely understanding what she was trying to tell him, but finding himself unable to find anything more valuable to say to her. It was Oskar that provided the first few words that gave any assembled a tangible target for their distraught anger, though once again it took Adrian a moment to understand what he was saying. The blood running down his back from the claw wound on his right shoulder was starting to seem more and more dangerous.
Father… Witch… Adrian clung to the words, the first clue in unravelling the terrible event which had befallen the town. He shook his head, trying to clear the darkness that was settling in the corner of his vision.
“Viktor… you have to go and find out… that you.” He couldn’t quite form a coherent sentence, but worry drove him to finish what he had to say as Viktor shuffled over to him near Grigory. “Viktor go check on Mother and Father… they were all alone.” He gasped, leaning against the chair but still mindful of the farmhands wound, waving Viktor worriedly away. The eldest didn’t question the orders delivered by a younger brother, his own sudden realisation driving away any sense of pride he may have felt usually as he dashed out the door, torch in hand.
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Anton stared worriedly at his brother and friend, Adrian wasn’t looking good what-so-ever, David was dead, it was almost too much to bear. He had also forgot about their parents, but Viktor’s glance told him to stay with the wounded so he did what he could until Chiudka could see them dealt with properly. Until then there wasn’t anything much they could do, and neither of them were likely to be leaving the tavern until morning at the earliest, Grigory would probably be incapacitated for a week. “Viktor!” Anton shouted, catching his elder brother just before he left the tavern. “Bring back some blankets or something eh?” He said, surprised when his brother nodded in acceptance, it was an unfamiliar feeling.
Anton brushed one hand through course black hair, his young features sudden illuminated in the flickering fire, he sighed as he looked over at Adrian, watching his eyes droop.
“Weren’t you supposed to be good at handling your liquor, being a brewer and all?” He jested half-heartedly, pushing Adrian who snapped to attention like one caught napping in class. A smile flickered on his lips for a moment, before being snapped away by the reality of the situation he was so cruelly dragged back to.
“S’not the alcohol, I’d out drink you any time brother.” He slurred, and Anton suddenly noticed the red stain running down his brothers back. He jumped to his feet and look closer, his eyes widening.
“Lord above Adrian, why didn’t you say anything?” Anton looked at the wicked tears in the back of his brother’s shirt with something close to dismay, it was like he’d been mauled by a bear.
Father… Witch… Adrian clung to the words, the first clue in unravelling the terrible event which had befallen the town. He shook his head, trying to clear the darkness that was settling in the corner of his vision.
“Viktor… you have to go and find out… that you.” He couldn’t quite form a coherent sentence, but worry drove him to finish what he had to say as Viktor shuffled over to him near Grigory. “Viktor go check on Mother and Father… they were all alone.” He gasped, leaning against the chair but still mindful of the farmhands wound, waving Viktor worriedly away. The eldest didn’t question the orders delivered by a younger brother, his own sudden realisation driving away any sense of pride he may have felt usually as he dashed out the door, torch in hand.
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Anton stared worriedly at his brother and friend, Adrian wasn’t looking good what-so-ever, David was dead, it was almost too much to bear. He had also forgot about their parents, but Viktor’s glance told him to stay with the wounded so he did what he could until Chiudka could see them dealt with properly. Until then there wasn’t anything much they could do, and neither of them were likely to be leaving the tavern until morning at the earliest, Grigory would probably be incapacitated for a week. “Viktor!” Anton shouted, catching his elder brother just before he left the tavern. “Bring back some blankets or something eh?” He said, surprised when his brother nodded in acceptance, it was an unfamiliar feeling.
Anton brushed one hand through course black hair, his young features sudden illuminated in the flickering fire, he sighed as he looked over at Adrian, watching his eyes droop.
“Weren’t you supposed to be good at handling your liquor, being a brewer and all?” He jested half-heartedly, pushing Adrian who snapped to attention like one caught napping in class. A smile flickered on his lips for a moment, before being snapped away by the reality of the situation he was so cruelly dragged back to.
“S’not the alcohol, I’d out drink you any time brother.” He slurred, and Anton suddenly noticed the red stain running down his brothers back. He jumped to his feet and look closer, his eyes widening.
“Lord above Adrian, why didn’t you say anything?” Anton looked at the wicked tears in the back of his brother’s shirt with something close to dismay, it was like he’d been mauled by a bear.
Nah, they're just really hot and sharp, mostly hot.
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