Rekaigan

The Faraway Land

@ManoftheNorth

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Upon hearing the beast's response to her question, she snuffed out the spell that she was preparing. In the back of her mind she knew she couldn't really fight anyone. Even a single spell would reduce her to the state that she was in earlier in the night. When the other woman piped up, her question was effectively answered. The Shaman felt relief flow through her, glad that the monster didn't know of her. Zenovia couldn't help but fall silent afterwards; the newcomer wasn't here to fight, but the camp was filled with drama. Involving Vert, as usual. Something the Spirit Walker wasn't keen on staying around for. Almost everyone was losing their composure and Ivan wasn't there to help either. The wood elf wandered where the warrior could be since he had left some time ago.. Although she didn't know how far his 'patrol' would go. It was a warrior's 'thing' after all.

Zenovia hadn't expected Tiberius to storm off into the forest the way he did, but it seemed that he couldn't take the pressure. His spirit was quivering with uncertainty and despair. If Kaite hadn't followed after him, she would've gone instead. The elf wasn't sure what to do now, other than take a more submissive stance as she took a few small steps away from the verbal tussle.

From the forest, Zenovia heard the faint sound of wood being broken apart. The forest spirits shook with excitement as the noise echoed. Someone had used magic on something in the forest, perhaps a tree. Without thinking, she moved towards the source of the spirit's excitement. It was far off, but it was coming towards the camp. The small, pale lights of the spirits lit the dark forest, their excitement causing them to pulse and shiver. Thump. Thump. Thump. is all she heard as she slowly made her way towards the noise. The Shaman sensed a strong spirit in the distance. Although it's brilliance was somewhat overshadowed by the dark presence of the beastman in the camp, it remained noticeable. Boisterous, proud, and bright.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

As Marianne called to her allies to gather around the Mantis, Fariha decided to ignore her. Getting near a massive target was a bad idea for anyone, especially her allies. The wood elf stayed near the backline as everyone advanced forward, the Stormvermin halting the advancement through their power and size. Fariha attempted to slay the armoured rats from afar, but their movements were swift enough for the arrows to harmlessly bounce off their thick armour.

Down to her last arrow, she nocked and drew it as she took some time to carefully aim it. Small gaps in the Stormvermin's armour were the only valuable targets on the field as the Gutter-Runners disappeared from sight, the clan rats were nothing to really worry about. Fariha immediately regretted her brief complacency as she felt something pull at her bow. Having a firm grip on the bow was essential for any archer, but to also have a relaxed grip was something that had to be trained. The bow slipped easily out of her grip as she unsheathed her hunting knife with her other hand, the primary weapon skittering across the stone floor. She spun around, greeting the thrusting blade with her knife. However such a movement put her slightly off balance due to her recent injury. She cursed as she launched forward, grabbing the Gutter-runner's outstretched arm, pulling it toward her to the side. Her boot planted itself firmly into the Skaven's ribs, dislocating it's arm and breaking some of the cage.

The elf was surrounded by lesser clan rats by now and she needed to find an escape route. The rats may follow closely on her heels, but if she could somehow lead them to a dwarf or two, she'd be fine for the moment.

The wood elf rushed towards one of the clan rats that circled her, dodging it's sword thrust before cutting it's throat open. She swiftly took the damaged blade from the dying rat as she pushed passed the dead body. For now, she had abandoned her bow. She was confident that she could retrieve it soon enough. As she broke through the line of Skaven, she noticed that Marianne was also being ambushed. She could tell that the insect mage was in a bad position. Fariha took it upon herself to try help the mage, but she first had to make her way to the mantis.

The Faraway Land

Having a little bit of writer's block at the moment. I'll try write up something this weekend.

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@Thinslayer
Do you feel that Gorman and Laina would go well together or nah?

@ineffable

Shiiippppp!!! I want it to set sail already!!

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@Darkwatck01

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Zenovia's finger slid down the page gently as she read through the old tome. Some of the subject matter was already known to her, but it was the minute details that caught her eye. Efficient ways to form spells with spirit magic, and how it was discovered. Such things would take time to practice, but knowing was the first step toward improvement. Suddenly a scream rang out from the campsite, making the shaman jump up from her seat, causing her to fumble with the tome for a moment. She quickly put it back into her bag before rushing back to her companions, but she stopped before entering the clearing, peeking out from behind a tree trunk.

The spirit walker wasn't entirely sure why she had stayed behind the treeline, but she felt safer there than in the camp in it's current state. Everything looked like a mess. Laina was crying. Vert was.. being attacked by something? Zenovia couldn't tell what the golden wires were until the Storyteller had announced it after a brief, and somewhat awkward pause. The elf didn't full grasp the situation, but she could see why Vert was upset. The monster.. girl, had been assaulted by magic, but was also upset by the newcomer.

The shaman's gaze fell upon the newcomer. She could tell that this wasn't the Warlock, but someone of similar kin. A servant maybe. She clicked her tongue in irritation. Perhaps her deal with the Warlock wasn't well thought out enough. Perhaps he wanted to destroy them all now. But such thoughts faded away as the beastman sat down at the fire; his intentions weren't very clear, but he didn't seem aggressive.

"Deer, apparently." She said to the newcomer as she walked out from the treeline. "Might I ask why you're here?" She asked in a stern, cold tone, her hand behind her back preparing a small spell. Zenovia didn't really want to acknowledge how drunk Kaite had gotten... If she was to even point anything out to her, she'd probably be greeting a fist. Probably. Zenovia hoped that the monster wasn't referring to her.. Or rather, she hoped that he didn't know about her relationship with the Warlock.

She started to curse at herself internally. She wished that she didn't come out of the treeline. This was probably why the other Spirit Walkers didn't like her. She was far too grounded and sometimes nosy for their liking.

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@Thinslayer

You can post without me. I'm not exactly sure if I can write much since Zenovia is disconnected from the group again. Will bring her back in the next post. I think it'll have more substance that way.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

As the combat continued, Fariha had to dart around the battlefield, searching for ammunition whilst taking down the ratkin. Her hunting knife seemed to be more than sufficient for dealing with the disgusting beasts. As she began retrieving unbroken arrows, a ratkin pounced at her, his rusted sword raised high above his head. As always, the skaven were much too slow for Fariha's agile movements; she simply sidestepped the swing, stabbing the rat in the neck before it had even completed it's movement. It fell lifelessly to the ground as Fariha withdrew the knife.

Dwarves and Skaven fought as she scavenged the field, their bloodlust towards each other was enough to let the wood elf slip by. Often she'd have to duck and weave as a stray weapon swung passed her. She made her way back to where the backline of her team was, with Marianne and Ayse. However it wasn't long before a volley of crossbow bolts flew their way. Ayse burned away at some of the bolts, however the ones aimed at the elf and Marianne weren't touched by the flame. Confident in her skills and reflexes, Fariha quickly drew and fired an arrow from her bow, intercepting one of the bolts. Sidestepping, she used her right hand to catch one of the bolts out of the air, however she failed to see a third bolt. With a meaty thud, the bolt sunk into her right calf. The wood elf doubled over in shock and pain, gritting her teeth to stop herself from screaming, thus the sound of her groaning in pain was drowned out by the sound of combat.

It seemed as though Ayse had tried to heal every, given the words she exclaimed, however the flames that came forth only licked at her wound, not accomplishing much at all. Fariha took in deep breaths as she grabbed the shaft of the bolt. Ripping the bolt out of her leg, she growled in pain, the blood spilling out of the wound. She quickly rummaged through her hip sack, taking out a small vial of red liquid. The elf popped the stopper and gulped it down. She sighed in relief as the wound closed up as quickly as it had opened. Fariha got to her feet, tilting her right foot upward to stretch the new muscle that had regenerated in her leg.

The huntress had heard the mage's 'command' to take out the Skaven archers, which was not something she had to be told twice to do. The problem was that there was a group of combatants in the way of a straight shot. But that was no challenge for a seasoned huntress like Fariha. In quick succession, she fired two arrows into the air, arcing over the group. The arrows found their mark, slamming into the chest of their ratkin targets, their bodies slumping onto the stone floor.

As Fariha nocked another arrow into her bow, the sudden howl from Grendrick made her stop moving. Her gaze moved over to her bestial team-mate as the room shuddered from the sheer volume. She had heard the howls of mighty beasts before, but not many had been comparable to Grendrick's. Even the most seasoned of hunters would be instilled with fear. However the forest spirits within the wood elf were able to create some mental stability for her. The moment a beast instils fear within a hunter, is the moment that hunter has failed.

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@Thinslayer

Not too sure what I was tagged/quoted for :o

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@Darkmoon Angel

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The first person to greet Zenovia on her return was Ivan. "U-uhh, yes that's fine!" She answered awkwardly. She hoped that he didn't see the books that she had brought back from the void library. She had come to fear the thought of the Reaper due to it's ambiguity, and she wasn't about the take many chances. The shaman sighed in relief as the warrior walked off to scout the area, either he didn't notice the books or he didn't ask about them. Even if he did notice them, she was glad that he didn't ask. "Thank you.." She muttered as he left.

She noticed a verbal conflict had begun to brew in the camp, she wasn't sure if she wanted to stick around to watch it unfold. The elf was quite eager to bury her nose in the tomes that she was given. She slowly got to her feet, glancing around to make sure nobody was paying attention. Thinking that it was safe to leave, she slowly backed away from the others, walking into the dark forest. She wasn't scared of what might be lurking, for the spirits lit the way. She sat down on a log not too far from the camp, but she was hopefully out of sight. The shaman brought out one of the books from her satchel, opening it. Small spirits hovered around the book to light up the pages, but this light was only visible to Zenovia. Anyone else would just think that she's attempting to read in pitch darkness.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

The dying roar of the Rat Ogre signalled the end of the battle, but the Huntress wasn't about the let a dead animal distract her. A feeling of satisfaction flowed as the arrow pierced the Shaman's shield, she glanced at the Marianne and Ayse as the fire struck the rat shaman. They were capable in a fight, which was good to know. When her gaze turned back to the Shaman, it was clear that he wasn't dead yet.. somehow. She drew and fired a quick shot at the ratkin as he scurried away, but she missed by a hair's breadth.

Fariha couldn't help but feel disappointed as the shaman fled the scene. As a hunter, she had failed to bring down her prey. She clicked her tongue in irritation before letting the feeling dissipate. There was no point in feeling this way, and it was time to reap the spoils anyway. Hunters were first and foremost, scavengers. Although most would hold such a description with negative connotations, Fariha merely took it into stride as if it was natural.

After drinking a magic potion to restore her magic pool, the wood elf slung her bow over her shoulder before she began to rummage through the belongings of the fallen. Many of the weapons appeared to be damaged or otherwise unusable. However a sword among the discarded weapons caught her eye. It was a sword of Dwarven craft. Well made and hardly used. Perhaps the one who wielded the weapon was very unfortunate or unskilled, but that wasn't something worth caring about. She rummaged through her pouch, producing a charm which was placed onto the flat of the sword, causing it to vanish almost instantly. The huntress continued her search, collecting small amounts of gold around the field before walking over to the robes that the shaman had left behind. The robes were burnt and tattered, not that it was worth anything to begin with. Under the charred cloth was a totem and a small green stone.. She didn't really know what the stone was, but since it was on a rat shaman, it could be important.

The totem seemed different from the other rat totems that she had seen before. Perhaps this was important as well. Both items went into her pouch, she couldn't really find much else from the mess that was the battlefield. As she walked passed the deceased, a stray bladed point caught onto her hip quiver. Fariha quickly investigated the condition of her quiver. A small hole had been punched into it. It wasn't large enough for her arrows to fall out, but the quiver itself was quite old anyway. "I guess I need a new one.." She sighed, hooking it back into position.

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The giant doors of the fortress opened; the dwarves filing in with the corpse of their commander. Fariha followed close behind Grendrick, unslinging her bow from her shoulders and readying an arrow. The interior of the fortress was somewhat extravagant for Fariha's taste. The golden statues and the tapestries just seemed quite unnecessary, but she was unfamiliar with the way royalty worked.

As they approached the main hall, the stink of the ratkin stung her nose once more. The wood elf was quick to react to the conflict, quickly firing a volley of arrows at the skavens that flooded into the main hall. Although her arrows hit their mark, it felt as though the number of them wasn't dented at all.