@Shiva dang alright. Well if some one drops out at some point and you need an extra body let me know. Hope you all have a happy new year.
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Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
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wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
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what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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@Shiva any chance of a spot that opened up seeing as how the join status says "apply"? figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.
If yes this is Merik... if no ill just wait and see. either way i think this is a really cool story so far.
If yes this is Merik... if no ill just wait and see. either way i think this is a really cool story so far.
Ardur The Mighty Hipixie
Home sweet home? >> These fire flys suck /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Cave Entrance >> Cave His strike seemed to connect as he saw Steveβs shot simply pass right through. βPerhaps these undead wisps are more spirit then being, in that case-.β his thought process was cut short. The hit to his chest caught him off guard but at least the chest piece seemed to take most of the damage.
Looking to the wisp that shot him while the other seemed to tumble around he glared, βSteve you wonβt do much against these shift your focus to the rat instead.β He spoke loud enough for his friend to hear him. Quickly the high pixie took off toward the untouched wisp and cast Mana Strike I onto his beetle mandible. Trying his best to roll to the left of the next mana shot that came at him before continuing on his way to attempt to hit the wisp with the mandible.
If he were unable to dodge the attack coming at him, he would instead try to block it with the mandible. After he would continue to try to strike down the two wisps attacking the party. Perhaps after that he would be able to assess the damage to himself and the others.
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Victor Astorio
The dispatcher was at the very least professional enough to know that a council field worker would know enough about a crime scene to not ask too many stupid questions. All he could hope for now was those better-equipped guards and maybe even some royal guards or honor guards showed up to handle the situation. If the killer were to show up now while he did not have any back up he would be hard pressed to hold his own with the bad arm, even if it was protected.
Victor opened his mouth to answer when he heard tattered cloth move through the air with a quiet thud behind him. Quietly clenching his teeth and forcing his eyes closed for a moment, he turned slowly in a slightly defensive position clutching his phone in his hand. The sight before him made him tilt his head slightly to the side. A woman dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood stood before him. She seemed to have an air of superiority around her not quite unlike many Astorioβs he had met before.
The girl herself was definitely off putting; the subtle expression on her face was one he recognized as a hunter. That and the look he got from her eyes said many more things about her, the one thing that stood out to him that he felt was quite possibly insanity. Not the first time he has seen this in others of his kind the last time he did he was dealing with a vampire that was coming to the end of a feeding rage.
βI thought I may have more time enjoying the show but I guess itβs time to have more fun. Iβm glad; the thrill of an easy hunt was wearing off.β
Even her voice was off; the way she spoke like everything was beneath her. The insanity in her eyes quickly turning into that of someone going into a fight made him change his posture slightly as he readied himself.
βSo girl, youβre the one that killed this one? And by the looks of you many more.β
He was speaking loud enough so that the phone in his hand could hear him. Shifting his footing slightly and leaping backwards towards the middle of the roof top he readied himself, leaving his wide brim hat to float in the air for a moment to break contact between the two of them and serve as a momentary distraction.
βAttacking a count is a highly punishable offense, but killing one would look extremely bad for this place! So why donβt you come then!? I wonβt give you a good hunt but Iβll put up more of a fight on top of this ballroom then those humans you killed ever could!β
Again, he spoke loud enough so that the phone could hear him before he dropped it. Hopping that the dispatcher had not hanged up on him and was dispatching guards to his location. For now however, he needed this girl to stay here and fight him until backup arrived. Raveling he was a count and the consequences that followed as well as telling her he would put up a fight was hopefully enough of a challenge for her to take the bait and fight him.
One thing he has learned about older vampires that live in seclusion or go out of their way to cause trouble like this was that they liked to monologue and talk about how strong and powerful they are. They want others to know about them, if this girl were here alone perhaps, she would fall victim to this flaw as well. If not? Well at least he will still fight her.
Victor got himself into a defensive position towards her and readied himself for the fight ahead. At least this time he had learned many things from his time training with the princess. Perhaps now he could stand to fight against vampires who were possibly quite older than he was.
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Victor Astorio
Cassandra was laughing, but sobered up some when faced with Count Astorio. She had mixed feelings about him, being the brute that flung her friend across the practice yard. On the other hand, she had seen him in closer quarters since, and she didn't recall that Salem had ever complained of treatment at his hands.
Ultimately, she allowed herself to be twirled, and when she came back around to face him she was wearing a social mask as well as a literal one.
βDo Astorios serve others?β she asked with a sly smile of her own, βIβll have to confess that you catch me off guard.β
Her question didn't seem to faze him, his smile staying the same. Pale skin almost blending in seamlessly with his mask, βSome do, others let their pride get in the way. But I serve the queen and the council, as well as whomever I wish to.β
Slowly he led her toward the dance floor with that same smile, trying not to put on too much of his vampire charm, βSo care to dance then? I'm a good fighter and i have good footwork when dancing too,β letting go of one of her hands and gesturing towards the dance floor where the sea of people moved and swayed with the music.
βWell, I'll have to dance with someone," Cassandra took his hand again and followed.
Was that lame? She was going for dismissive acquiescence, but her head was swimming. Was Lilie right about drinking? She suddenly felt a weight of social obligation, and it seemed like it would be better to keep her with sharp. Marivaldi mage and Astorio Count. Did anyone know who they were? For that matter, did he even known who she was? Cassandra realized she hadn't returned the introduction; she had assumed he knew her by sight, just based on the noble association, but it was too late to turn around and offer her name. She would have to hope he took it as deliberate.
That simple acknowledgment was all he needed to assume her consent about stepping into the frey. Wherever she lacked during this dance he would not hesitate to fix or correct anything she may mess up on given her drinking. It was only necessary so the rest of the others moving around them did not trample them.
The two danced for some time, making idle conversation as they moved and danced with music. They both stumbled here and there, yet they continued for some time. Victor was enjoying himself and for once just living in the moment. That was until he felt a slight pain in his arm, it was not uncommon for a slight pain like he felt to happen during regeneration but this slight stabbing pain wasnβt going away and only getting worse.
With his smile, fading the tall vampire led his partner to the edge of the dance floor and bowed. βIt has been a lovely evening with you miss, I hope you have a glorious evening and maybe someday Iβll see you again.β Tipping the edge of his large hat Victor made a hasty retreat to the outside balcony for some air.
The night air was cool and crisp, exactly what he needed. Now that he was away from most of the others, he could think clearly and try to figure out what he was experiencing. It was as if his instincts were on high alert being within all those people at one time. Even if the occasion was supposed to be relaxed, it felt almost like enemies surrounded him. Looking around at the few others outside with him minding their own, he still felt like he was in between fights. Did his encounter with the princess really affect him this much?
Feeling like he needed to get away to calm down the count quickly shifted into a bat and flew up to a ledge near the top of the building. He figured it would not look as conspicuous if he did that rather than climbing up there. Shifting back, he sat on a ledge with a nice view of the area and simply just attempted to get into his meditative state in an attempt to ease his mind. In only a few more minutes, his mind and body relaxed as it listened to the natural ebb and flow of the world around him.
The pain had faded and he finally felt calm again when he opened his eyes, βwhat is wrong with me?β he whispered to himself. The βtrainingβ session taught him a lot about himself, his training, the world around him, humility, and just how weak he was compared to some others. Perhaps he would seek her out again, when it was more appropriate and apologize to her.
His train of thought was cut short when he caught the faint smell of blood. He didnβt think that he spilled anything on him tonight, it didnβt smell like any of the drinks any ways or Salem for that matter. His nose and curiosity eventually lead him to an unnerving sight. A human carefully tucked behind a nearby ledge.
The faint scent of blood told him it belonged to a mage. Unsure at first at how this boy met his demise until he saw his neck. The draining of a human did leave some rather unpleasant damage to the vascular system, bruising and other damage quick to be seen. He had been stashed here recently obviously, but without other injuries or look of being robbed. This wasnβt revenge or emotional but cold and heartless. A predator.
Victor was quick to steel himself, quickly pulling out the small durable brick of a Nonkia phone praised for its simplicity and near indestructibility. Skipping down through his contacts, he eventually found the emergency contact line for the facility and hit the green button like Salem said. At least one of them understood technology.
The phone rang only a couple times before someone answered he was simply glad he did not get an automated message. He only let the operator get out the basic βwhatβs your emergencyβ line before he interrupted her. βI am Count Victor Astorio, Council agent identification number H15737117. I am currently above the east entrance to the ballroom by the cliff. There is a mage here who is unresponsive, no heartbeat, is cold, and Rigor mortis is beginning to set in. It appears to me that the mage in question was drained by a vampire. I will wait here for security.β He stayed on the line for a little while longer to hear if there was anything else.
The count carefully followed his own footsteps back toward where he came from trying not to disturb the crime scene any more than it already was. He took the time to also take his mask off as well. As far as he was concerned, he was working now.
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Ardur The Mighty Hipixie
Once More unto the breach >>> Home sweet home? /// Adventuring day 5 // Late Afternoon >> Evening / Location - Cave Entrance βWell that wasnβt what I hoped it would be but at least I know thereβs a difference between purified and cleansed. Maybe that knight can tell me more about that one." βOne more question how do you purify something. Iβll ask again when we get back.β he seemed a bit rushed with the rest of the party beginning to enter the cave now.
Asuraβs comment about transformations to the knight and the manβs shock at hearing this made him think again. He thought about speaking up for a moment and adding his opinion. As he saw, it the worst that could happen was they would be hunted but even then it would just be more experience right? These two did not seem like the kind to just try to attack or capture them at random.
βYeah I did too, started as a pixie, chose high pixie because it was more robust and I could keep the wings. None of the other choices really stood out to me.β Ardur paused for a moment again thinking of how he should continue as the others began to go inside. βI asked you about the age thing because we have only been here for what? Like three weeks maybe?β he was not asking a question it was just how he worded his sentence.
The high pixie didnβt wait for a reply and took his place in the party line up as instructed. Steve looked a little tense but so was he. This cave felt off now, without the light from the holes in the ceiling and the mana crystals, it was dark and gloomy. The ambiance of the place put him on edge. It was entirely too quiet, too stale, like nothing breathed or moved without being coaxed. βStick to the plan Steve and we will be fine.β He whispered while stroking his friend a few times to calm her down.
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YOU HAVE ENTERED A HOSTILE DUNGEON.
Well at least that part was still familiar. For whatever reason he remembered someone or something calling it that. Maybe with this they might even be able to secure this place later as a foothold or stronghold. At the very least Ardur did intend to return here at some point to see it again.
βI think the old goblin bonfire was in this direction but itβs hard to tell with how dark it is in here now.β He whispered. His navigating interrupted by a couple small flashes and a system message indicating an encounter. Quickly he attempted to use Monster Analysis I on the two wisps and the rat before thinking of an attack.
βSteve go for the wisp on the right.β He commanded while he readied himself with the betel mandible in hand for the other one coming at them. He figured Asura could handle the rat for now and could only wonder as to what the boy would do. this would also seem to be a good test as to what their little formation could do.
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Ardur The Mighty Hipixie
Game plan > Once More unto the breach /// Adventuring day 5 // Late Afternoon >> Evening / Location - Forest >>> Cave Entrance βDo you wish to receive this Quest? Y/Nβ
He answered with a mental and verbal, βI acceptβ taken back shortly. Ardur pondered what it might mean and wondered if it could have something to do with his new skill Lesser Cleanse. The quest itself specified purifying an item and he did not have the water or materials to do it that way. Only thing he thought to be concerned about was just how much mana it would take and how much he had left, not to mention what item to do it on.
Ardur noticed again while he spoke last that the two seemed to be talking to each other like soldiers would talk to each other with body language and hand signals. Perhaps they were using some form of telepathy like the kind Jason used on him just the other day. This would definitely be something to look into later, right now he had no way to tell what skill or spell was being used all he could do was concentrate on them when it happened and maybe he would get some sort of skill from it.
Again, the Templar spoke this time answering his questions regarding transformation and evolution. 3 weeks to a month to reach maturity for most goblins, then 3 to 6 months for adult and a year to their first transformation. However, on average 2 or 3 years until they peak. All of it is useful information however, for him all it did was raise more questions about himself and where he stands on the subject. They are growing rather quickly, two weeks to maturity, three days to transformation. Clearly their growth was simply another off thing.
Before long, it seemed it was time to go back to that cave that was at one time their home. Right when they were beginning to leave Ardur decided on what item he would attempt to purify that may help at least him out the most. Casting Lesser Cleanse I on his Bone Breastplate in an attempt to purify it. This would tell him if he could purify something like this or if he would have to do it during item creation. Whatever the outcome, the High pixie would then focus his efforts on Meditation I while they walked to regain mana. Being in the company of the two humans made him drop his guard for now.
Assessing that the cave entrance was safe, if not a little gloomy, He again sat down and attempted to use Meditation I. This was his way of preparing both his mana and his mind for the fight ahead. Zieglar seemed to be busy giving Trent a pep talk and final bits of advice. Sure, he was a squire but even the mightiest kings need some words of encouragement sometimes.
Having finished what he could for mana recovery, Ardur joined the others at the mouth of the cave Steve In toe. The boyβs plan was rather simple and hopefully would prove effective in the given terrain of tight tunnels and rocky outcroppings. βAlright Steve, do as the nice human here asks and if you get too hurt come back to me. Focus your web and that eye of yours on slowing the enemy down and entangling them. Asura you might want to go over the plan with Mother Slime again just to make sure she understands her role. But Iβm ready when you are.β Holding the beetle mandible in his right hand.
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Ardur The Mighty Hipixie
A trip down memory lane > Game plan /// Adventuring day 5 // Late Afternoon / Location - Forest The pixie didnβt seem to move much, just shift his balance from one foot to the next. Clearly, he had not gotten sooth song up to where he wanted it yet. His arms crossed over his bone armor and his eyes sort of just looking off into the distance while the two humans talked. Ardur was quite happy to ponder his thoughts paying attention only slightly as the boy took his swing at Asura. He did not watch the slime take the hit, mostly his eyes intently examined the boy and how he fought, how he moved, how his armor moved around him. Taking in every bit of information, he could so that one day he may apply even simple and mundane things to his own knowledge.
Moving slightly away from the others and into a beam of sunlight that just so happened to make it the ground near him. The light in the forest was growing darker still; it was late afternoon now hopefully this excursion wouldnβt take too long. Standing quietly in the light, simply enjoying its warmth was enough for him but he was doing this to use Guidance I. trying to piece together what he remembered of the pieces of information and assumptions of the holy spirits he had been given so far. So holding his hands out in front of him while the others talked he whispered.
βThe sun makes everything grow; its warmth embraces us and protects us. It watches over us while it rides across the sky on its great chariot. The sun chases away the evil in the darkness and helps us band together, protecting the frail behind the plate and mail. The sun, the guardian, the protector, Lord Galatine I simply ask how I may serve you? So that I may do the same thing I already died to do, protect the weak and frail.β
He ended his quiet prayer while the Templar was still going over what to expect in an undead dungeon. It seemed it would be a fight of attrition. Perhaps lesser cleanse would keep the dead from rising again. Ardur was still pondering what he would do when he approached his friendly slime and used Minor Heal I on him. Still listening to them talk he kept quiet until they seemed to be done and this boy would be the temporary party leader.
βWell if we are going to work together then you should know a bit more about our abilities and the way we fight so far. Asura here is the tank and so far focuses on crowd control and just doing standard tank stuff. Mother slime over there is also a tank but is our heaviest hitter; sometimes it can be like talking to a child so use small words and simple commands. Steve so far is mostly been used as our scout but also holds a support role, her use of web spit and web control allows her to slow or entangle our opponents. She is my tamed creature so if I tell her too she might listen to you but Iβm not sure on that.β Pausing for a moment to look around before continuing. βAnd yeah Iβm the healer and spell caster but I donβt like to sit still. I do my best work in the air and when Iβm moving. That and the extra momentum can make it easier to deliver some hard hits.β
Figuring the boy could figure out the rest of the plan from the information given the pixie again looked to his slime friend, βdonβt forget you said you were thirsty, and I will need to meditate before we go in so Iβm full up on mana.β
Turning back to the two humans for a moment as if he remembered something, βand one last thing before we go. Just out of curiosity, do you know how long it normally takes a goblin to evolve to a bugbear or hobgoblin?β
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Ardur The Mighty Hipixie
just a short detour > A trip down memory lane /// Adventuring day 5 // Afternoon / Location - Forest Ardur stayed quiet as the others talked, taking note of the questions asked of me by not just the boy but also Asura as well. At least for now, he did not sense any hostility from these two and he did not think that what they were saying was lies or had some other intent. Perhaps with the aid of this one this small rag-tag strike team could maybe do something about the undead threat that lays within that cavern.
βHuh, a desertβ¦ that sounds hostile for a pixie such as myself. Perhaps I shall venture there someday just to see.β He seemed to trail off for a moment before getting a questioning look on his face. βIt was the heart of a deer that we killed, the strongest muscle given up to the spirits as their share of the kill. Now that you explained what these spirits represent a bit more I can see why I was being called to in that directionβ¦ forgive me if Iβm being to blunt but tell me, how does one such as yourself pray or give sacrifice to Galatine?β His question was out of pure curiosity, he had found out by accident how to give penance to one but not the other two.
Then came the question from the knight and Asura about the dungeon core and Jason, the curiosity in his eyes faded and his facial features turned sterner in the face of the question. βYeah I was there when he threw himself upon that crystal; it hurt him bad and changed him. Sure he was always trying his best for more power but I almost felt like he wanted to leave eventually then strike out on his own.β The high pixie trailed off for a moment remembering the fight and death of the slime as well as the betrayal of trust from attacking him. βBut that core made him want to stay and protect the cave, he wanted to build it better. Make it more than what it was.β He figured he was going a little off topic but continued.
βI spent my past life as a healer of sorts and I want to continue doing that in this life, those undeadβ¦ those abominations. They were a mockery of life and all that I had worked for, he was controlling them to an extent and I attacked them with the help of Asura here.β He seemed to shrug as if that explained his actions, βAfter he died the mana crystals that were once abundant in the cave all cracked and broke. The dust was drawn to the back of the cave in Jasonβs burrow where he had first met the core. After a few more minutes of fighting zompixies and skeleblins a large greyish slime charged toward us but we were able to get away.β Again, he seemed to trail off, lost in his thoughts.
He figured that was all he had to say until Asura raised his shield once more this time at the boy and asking him to hit him, βheβs trying to increase his resistances... Well I feel that the dungeon should be our current concern, maybe after we clear it your friend wonβt have to worry about undead getting into his land.β Again he just shrugged and looked on at the two deciding to study the boys attack if he did so to try and gain further insight while singing softly, applying some mana to his throat to attempt to augment the song in some way.
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