Rekaigan

The Faraway Land

@ineffable
"Something is bothering you. Care to tell me?"

Well. If I had three people hitting me with swords and magic literally digging into my skin, I'd be pretty bothered too hahaha~

The Faraway Land

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Just as the beast went to lay his hand on her, three figures struck out at him, getting between the mage and the monstrosity. It was her team mates. Tiberius, Kaite, and Ivan. Zenovia was caught by surprise by their sudden attack, she thought that they had all been incapacitated somehow from the man's attacks. She noticed the a glow that came from each of their rings, sensing the magical energy that flowed into her allies. The shaman then heard a voice echo in her mind, she suspected that it was a mental attack from the beast, however it was the voice of a woman. A friendly sounding one at that. As she listened to the woman in her mind, she slowly got to her feet once more, pushing through the exhaustion and pain. "I too would be disappointed." She whispered in reply, a slight grin appearing on her face.

Zenovia breathed in deeply as she analysed the situation, however she could wait for too long, her friends, especially Ivan, was giving their all. It was her turn to do so as well. Fortunately, Laina and Vert had successfully pulled the cursed sword out of the dirt, causing a wonderful sensation as her magic began to flow naturally again. Her eyes reignited with the blue spirit flames as she planted her staff into the ground. The earth began to let off a mist-like aura that spread around the clearing. Spirits peeked out of the trees in curiosity, drawn to Zenovia's magical calls.

Muttering some incoherent words of magic, the spirits began to rush towards the shaman, forming a massive blue orb of light above the head of the staff. The orb streamed into the staff, sending a trail of blue light across the ground toward the beast, which then created a small circle around it at it's feet. "Faer sauth-!" She shouted as the spirits obeyed her command. The blue light began to crawl up the monster like vines, pulsing as it moved, soon covering it's whole body. The beast would feel his energy being sapped away, the tendrils mercilessly digging into his armour, attempting to attack and rip his very soul. Some nice payback indeed.

The Faraway Land

Err.. I'll make a post today. Sorry~

Endless Darkness

@rivaan I'll either be making a Thief or... something else. I haven't decided. However I'm quite interested in making a character that avoids combat as much as he can and tries to just steal things and find treasure, etc.

Thoughts?

(He's not a pacifist btw)

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Oswyn Ainsworth
Diver's Paradise, Western Entrance

@tex

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Oswyn examined the situation for a moment as he slowly unholstered his revolver from his lower back, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. His pistol made a satisfying 'Click' as he finished cocking the hammer. The diver on top of the angry man from earlier had an orb in his hand.. How peculiar. Obviously it was one of the men who assaulted the sick dude before. The alchemist wanted him alive for interrogation.. He wanted to know what the orbs were, and now was a great opportunity to find out. Oswyn smirked as the man called for help. He liked it when people owed him favours, not that he really acted upon them all that often. "Hmm. Maybe. Just maybe." He replied with a chuckle as he spun the chamber to the intended concoction. He wouldn't want both of the men to become viscera.

In an instant, he drew his revolver and fired, shooting out a small crystal that left a trail of thin blue smoke. He fanned the hammer, letting off 2 more shots in succession, these shots were a little off target in anticipation of movement. Should the bullets hit their mark, the target would be incapacitated within moments.

Endless Darkness

Is there any space left? I'd like to put in my interest. @rivaan

The Faraway Land

@Thinslayer

Hmm. I'm just letting more people post before making my post, because I feel that sometimes casting magic can be a little bothersome to some people.

ie. It stops them from making a certain part of their post from happening; like "He slashes the boss with his sword!" but he won't get to make that post because the boss is already brilliantly on fire.

Thus I tend to wait for people so I can work around them more easily. Sometimes I don't do this, but I thought since magic casting came back from breaking the curse, Zenovia is going to go all out and pass out or something..

Additionally, you gotta cut people some slack, they're most likely really busy with Christmas stuff.

The Faraway Land

@Darkwatck01

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Zenovia felt somewhat relieved as one of the others started to attack the monster, hopefully she was able to help them enough to get back on their feet. However, her relief was misplaced as the beast was unaffected by any of the attacks they hit him with. As the three-eyed being sprinted towards her, she peered into his spirit. It reeked of evil. Purple, twisted and morbid beyond imagination. She couldn't help but take a half step back in fear. The elf had no idea that someone could have such a putrid spirit.

The Spirit walker saw the magic that the beast was wielding. It was aimed at her very soul. However, she was confident in her defences; for she had her own trump cards for things like this. Her eyes still glowed all the same with the spirit flame. She whispered to herself, placing her hand to her heart. Her hand burned with blue flames for a moment before the flame was absorbed into her chest, using the last strong spirit that she had within her. A protective shield placed on her spirit. If the monster could see her soul like she could his, he would see a glowing ball of blue flame encased in several layers of translucent, pale blue orbs like a shell. But the shell closest to the flame was yellow in colour. The monster would feel a strong magical presence pulsing around the girl's soul.

Everything happened to quickly, Zenovia didn't have time to react properly. The monster's maw opened, much like Vert's, charging toward her. She stood still, petrified. Her nightmares were coming alive once more. She flinched as the monster stopped in front of her, only to realise that he had stopped in his tracks.. but for what? She heard him whisper a chant. A spell. She tried to move, but her legs wouldn't listen to her. The monster let out an ear piercing shriek, causing the shaman to instinctively cover her ears, fruitlessly. The force that came afterwards knocked her clean off her feet, hitting her like a solid punch to her entire body.

She looked at the monster as it came closer to her, her face twisted in a mixture of pain, fear and frustration. She opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out. The fear prevented her from doing anything more. It's twisted smile causing her to tremble.

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@Thinslayer

Yeah, I'm just mulling over what Zenovia can do here. I'll write a post either now or tomorrow.

The Faraway Land

@ineffable

You could add special attributes to her healing powers, so when she heals someone, they gain more strength, energy, etc.

Healing magic is really versatile because you can move it into a 'full support' role, by adding the aforementioned 'boons' (Similar to what Zenovia did earlier). Additionally, if you were to make it holy magic, she can obliterate undead/chaotic evil beings by healing them. (By proxy, you could possibly hurt the Warlock if he doesn't have the magic cancelling on)

Anyway, I'll be posting up later tonight when I can.