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A skill Seeker and Warlord
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR
It seemed the axe man overestimated his confidence.
As the blade pressed against his neck, he’d make a move to pull away, but Nobunaga was far faster and far more dextrous than the larger hunter. The Katana, if she so wished, would easily slice right through the man's neck. His body would instantly go limp, crumpling to the ground with a heavy thud.
“H-he’s dead!”
“Right through his neck!”
“Alright alright!” The three hunters, while seeming mostly unfazed by the death, did seem a bit perturbed by just how easy and how fast Nobunaga had dispatched the larger man. It seemed if nothing else, they recognized someone with actual fighting skills instead of their own skills better suited to hunting and tracking animals. “L-look we’ll talk.”
“The Illuminator can’t normally come to the mortal realm, y’see.” One would begin. “We don’t really know why. Something about it being really bad if he did and the fact that…what was her name again? The one that doesn’t like being spoken about.”
“Rifelshka. The Goddess of the underworld…she doesn’t like it when gods meddle in mortal affairs. Gets real angry. She and the Moon Goddess had a fight once over it.”
“R-right, anyways…so he uses the two Faces he wears. The Old man and the Hag.” The third would continue. “N-normally they’d have stayed put in the temple, sleeping until the Illuminator had needed us. But…it was a long few years ago now? Probably when my father was just a fledgling hunter himself - the Hag was just gone one day. Vanished! The old man woke up later…I think my father said he ranted about ‘one of his terminals being hijacked’.”
“We were told to hunt and find her otherwise some bad stuff would happen. The old man would leave after that, too, but he’d occasionally show up and tell us something else. Soyala has been the only one to really meet with him recently, but the rest of us haven’t seen him in awhile. That’s all we really know. She says Lazhira is the one that is the root of these problems and if we get her we can fix the seal.”
“Dunno anything else, honest.” The first one would say again, raising his hands in a defensive fashion. “The orbs are sort of the key to it. If we can get both of them we could fix it…we only know one key is a crystalline orb but…someone stole it from the temple before we could do anything with it. We thought it was Lazhira, but it doesn’t seem like she has it.”
Well, that was hopefully some helpful information from the hunters. Seemed the root of this whole problem might have been the Hag, Lazhira, and Soyala herself.
A Traveler
@PaulHaynek
“...you’re naive.” The young woman replied, finally pulling down her hood, revealing the rest of her face to Nicholas finally. Two white furry wolf-like ears poked from the top of her head, her mostly pale skin on an otherwise pretty face though, was horrifically scarred on one side as though the entire left side of her face had not only been horribly burned but someone had attempted to take a sword to her head, too having once left a deep wound that left a scar across her cheek.
“Why…even come here if you didn’t intend to?” She’d quietly question, seeming a bit confused. She didn’t seem hostile at least, but she still wasn’t being overly friendly either. The apparent wolf? Girl would quietly walk over to the fireplace, getting a ladle and dipping it into the stew. “But if you…want to know…well…its the Apostles.” She’d say with obvious disdain. “The village…used to worship the Goddess of the Underworld, Rifelshka, but the Apostles…well…they didn’t approve. Turned the village against us and killed my parents…tried to kill me too, but…I was good with…magic.”
…well, she didn’t seem like she was lying and Nicholas didn’t feel in any sort of danger here…well, yet.
“...I’ve used the goddess teachings to just do what they deserve. Not like I’m living…either the villagers will get to me, or the Apostles will…if…they don’t…the Maids will.” She’d fill two bowls as she talked, placing them on the table quietly. “...If you’re not going to leave, then I guess I can let you stay here tonight.”
Well, it was a generous offer, but she did only seem to have a single bed.
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@Cu Chulainn
Nomura strained against the blow, gripping his fan tightly as he tried to take in the sheer force of the Oni’s strike. The parry had worked, but the strength of his foe had still done a number on the weaker Nomura. Still, he had a good enough gauge of his foe’s strength from that attack. Seeing that a simple strike from the Oni could do that much damage, Nomura at least confirmed the obvious about his foe: Getting directly hit by him should be avoided at all costs.
Nomura didn’t have much time to think on this, however, as the Oni’s jab had almost caught him by surprise. He quickly bent his knees and leaned back, impressively dodging the blow at the expense of the tip of his mask’s beaky nose. The merchant likely wouldn’t have pulled off such a maneuver if not for the various team building exercises he encouraged his followers to undertake in a past life, specifically a game that gauged the rare ability of how low one could go.
Seeing that his knees were already bent and to recover from his currently disadvantageous position, Nomura would spring backwards as he utilized the momentum to perform some sort of flip. Sadly, backflipping was not something a cult leader would normally practice, so as he began his descent, he would pray for a miracle. Luckily for Nomura, he had accomplished the miracle of flight two days ago, so it wasn’t too hard to imagine, taking much less effort to actualize once more as ethereal wings shimmered from his back. The pale man would gracefully land, earning his footing once more with the aid of his wings. He held his fan outward as he shifted himself into a more defensive stance, allowing his empty hand to actually grip his blade as he awaited his opponent to approach.
“Ho. Strong and quick.” The Oni would say, having watched Nomura’s display of both strength and agility. He’d wrap both of his hands around the hilt of the large Katana again. Seemingly intrigued by this human, the Oni rushed forwards with a deep, guttural roar in an effort to seemingly intimidate but it’d do little more than send a few shivers down Nomura’s spine.
The blade cleaved upwards, but this time the Oni would follow it up with a kick, using the momentum to shove his foot against Nomura’s chest.
The rhythm of combat slowly came to Nomura, likened to that of divine insight. The more he fought this Oni, the more he was able to notice his foe’s very movements. Of course, he had been playing on the defensive this entire time, watching and waiting for his foe to make the next move. The more Nomura thought of it, the more he began to see combat similar to how he would go about meeting new people, those he was interested in. It was simple communication skills, the ability to read one’s body language and other non-verbal queues. To Nomura, the lines between combat and communication began to blur.
“You flatter me, truly. But you are mistaken.” Nomura chuckled nervously for a brief moment before his grip loosening ever so slightly. He would appear to falter briefly, as if he was truly shaken by his opponent’s attempt to demoralize Nomura. And why wouldn’t it? He held the advantage in terms of strength and experience. As the brutish swordsman made his charge towards Nomura, it would be rather apparent that his grip on his sword had been abandoned entirely. Nomura’s will would appear to be crushed. If only the Oni could see the look underneath his foe’s mask…
… Of course, Nomura knew that he couldn’t. Otherwise, he would see the deterministic grin underneath. As stated previously, Nomura had a good grasp on reading others down to even the slightest of movements. He was not a trained warrior, so he could not dare attempt to deceive his foe with any standard feint. Instead, he used his lack of training to his advantage, allowing his apparent fear to grant his adversary a sliver of confidence in his next attack, one Nomura would easily see in his movements.
What was left was simple physics. The Oni’s attacks relied primarily on the momentum of his massive blade. All Nomura needed to do was move accordingly. As his opponent approached, Nomura veered to the side opposite of his foe’s rising leg as he quickly shifted the grasp of his fan into both hands before swinging it at the Oni’s sword. However, rather than directly clashing with that steel behemoth like before, he would instead perform a more proper parry, stepping forward and directing both the blade and its wielder slightly off course, just enough for Nomura to hopefully avoid his opponent’s kick.
“I’ve no doubt your strength surpasses mine. As for speed, I only appear faster due to our choice of weapons and differing builds.” Nomura stated as a matter of fact, taking a step closer as his gambit had worked. He would once more focus his magical energy into his arm, like he had done just earlier. However, rather than holding onto the fan, he would let go and pull his arm backward, winding up for an unarmed strike.
“I am not strong, nor am I quick.” It was true. Even if he were blessed with such an astounding body, he was bound by the physical limits of the human form. Instead, he had to rely on the power within himself, to draw it out and actualize it into a tangible form he could use, in order to match the Oni at all. To Nomura’s understanding, in order to use this power welling within him, he had to believe he could accomplish such things. And in this very moment, he believed he could defeat his opponent.
“I merely have faith in myself!” Nomura concluded, launching an outstretched palm for the swordsman’s face. The magical energy within his arm surged forth, once again granting him strength he normally would not have.
It happened fairly quickly.
The Oni’s powerful kick merely met air, the sword was pushed aside, its momentum directed away from Nomura. The Oni was merely grinning as the white-haired man would wind up a blow, perhaps finding some bit of enjoyment in this. Nomura’s palm struck the Oni right across the face in what could only be called the biggest bitch-slap in history.
The Oni’s body would be physically pushed to the side from the strength of the blow. The muscled warrior would, for the briefest of moments, be stunned from the impact…though Nomura’s hand would also now be stinging as though he had just slammed his hand as hard as he could against a massive slab of steel.
Might as well have been what he did smash it again. There was silence as the rest of the Oni seemed to look on in mild shock and perhaps, a bit of awe that would shortly be followed by loud, raucous laughter.
“Hm…” The oni would straighten himself, spitting blood out of his mouth with a grin. “You talk almost as hard as you hit, human.” He’d heft the blade onto his shoulder, extending a hand to Nomura. “Chōhei.”
Nomura stepped back at his attack, momentarily caught in surprise at how effective it actually was. As the adrenaline began to fade, he would then realize just how much in pain his hand was. If not for his mask, the Oni would likely see Nomura wincing in agony. He would look at his hand for a brief moment, actually worried that he had broken a nail.
Of course, all these worries faded away when Nomura had realized he actually “won” the battle, having been snapped out of his worrisome trance by the laughter of the other Oni. He clenched his fist in victory, having properly proved that his resolve would overcome the mere brute strength of these Oni. Nomura would look on to his opponent in question, watching him with curiosity as his hand would extend outward.
“I’d hope so. I do pride myself in my silver tongue, after all.” Nomura would chuckle, before extending his sprained hand to Chōhei and doing his best to mask his pained wincing. “Shigenaga Nomura. You honor me by not underestimating my abilities.”
“Underestimating someone, gets a warrior killed.” The larger humanoid would grab Nomura’s hand, the powerful grip threatening to crush the already likely to be bruised appendage, but he’d “Lady Mie’s already told us to train you.” He’d say. “Good to know we won’t accidentally kill you.” With that he’d release the human from his grip, sheathing the blade at his side as he’d turn and start walking away.
“I think you impressed them.” Mie would make herself known with a laugh of her own. “Haven’t seen Chōhei interested in someone in awhile, either, heh.” She’d pass Nomura a small bottle of what seemed to be some sort of medicinal salve with a grin. “Should help the pain in your hand. The Oni usually train in the evenings or mornings. You’ll be happy to know I’ve told them to drag you there if you don’t show up. If you don’t need anything else though, I have some business to attend to myself.”
She’d walk off, leaving Nomura to find something to do in the meantime himself…assuming he didn’t want to stick his nose into Mie’s business. Perhaps he could get more acquainted with the Oni? Seemed he had their begrudging respect at least, for now if nothing else.
The Roma Mob
@ERode
“Lotta help you are.” She’d snarkily reply with a huff of frustration. “Just cuz I hate this job doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” Defensive tone aside, the young elf pointed towards some goods that seemed less useful for stabbing and more for cleaning. “Whetstones, oil for blade shining, cloths for cleaning.” Octavia would stand on her hind legs, leaning up on the counter and looking up at Raelzeth, her furry ears just poking above the counter.
“Uh...forging though, uh, definitely not my thing.” She’d somewhat sheepishly admit, before turning her head in the direction of the forge. “HEY DAD!” The sounds of hammer on metal would trail off, a grunt of effort followed by the sizzling of steam as a blade was quenched. A few heavy steps would follow as a Elf that was built more like a dwarf would walk out. Short, at about only five foot five, head full of swept back silver hair, with a full beard that was braided with a few decorations and dressed in full apron and thick leather gloves and boots. The rest of his face seemed covered in soot, ash, or oil. He’d heft the forging hammer over his shoulder.
“Hm? What’s up, Rael? Customer giving you problems?”
“Nah. Guy wanted to know about forging stuff.”
“Anything specifically? Or you want something special made?”
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Misaki and Narkissa
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Sensing that those flanking them weren’t the immediate threat, most of the hunters had turned their attention to the slime, now that they had been made aware of Narkissa’s own ambush, they seemed to be more or less able to defend or deflect the potshots she was making at them. Instead they’d turn most of their attention to the slime creature that was currently assaulting them.
“Trust me, I’m trying!” The girl would shout in response to Narkissa. She’d narrowly avoid getting grabbed by the slime, ducking and rolling across the ground as the slimy tendril would swing overhead, one of the hunters barely able to slice it off before it grabbed them. Soyala seemed to be having no difficulty surviving herself, but the other hunters didn’t seem to be fairing the same. The slime had already seemingly taken out quite a few of them.
Still, with the initial panic wearing off they were making some form of comeback.
Soyala’s eyes narrowed as the creature would lash out further. Being able to form as many tendrils wherever it wanted on its body, made it difficult not only to get close, but to even restrain the beast.
One had to wonder how they had gotten it in the crate to start with.
Still, a hunter would only see this prey as something to conquer.
The huntress would avoid the tendrils, slicing through them as she’d weave her way towards the creature's body. They just had to get close enough to crack the slimes ‘brain’ a bit in order to subdue it. In this case…A tendril she hadn’t seen wrapped around her ankle, pulling the huntress right into the air.
With a snarl, she’d lash out with her spear as she’d hover over the creatures body, and let herself fall. Her spear would be the first to hit the creature, impaling the human part of its gelatinous body on her spear. It screeched in pain, another set of tendrils grabbing Soyala and throwing her off of it not seconds later as the slime started to lose some of its cohesion.
Soyala would roll across the ground, cut, bruised, but otherwise not seeming much worse for wear as she’d get to her feet.
And this, would be the scene Donovan, Leannah, and Eirhild would find themselves coming back too. A ripple of magic in the air felt by most of the magically attuned present, as there was a small flash of light from the obelisk, just barely visible as the group would find themselves standing at a precipice near the cliff edge.
“Stones, what’s goin on here!” Eirhild would shout, reigning in one of the beasts before it simply barreled on through carrying the cart with it. The dwarf would immediately draw her hand to her sword, intending on getting herself involved if she had too.
Lazhira would take the momentary lapse in the slimes senses and the distraction made by Donovan and crew to quickly flee the scene.
"Guh, that was terrifying." Lazhira would say, panting and making an attempt to catch her breath.
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR
It seemed the axe man overestimated his confidence.
As the blade pressed against his neck, he’d make a move to pull away, but Nobunaga was far faster and far more dextrous than the larger hunter. The Katana, if she so wished, would easily slice right through the man's neck. His body would instantly go limp, crumpling to the ground with a heavy thud.
“H-he’s dead!”
“Right through his neck!”
“Alright alright!” The three hunters, while seeming mostly unfazed by the death, did seem a bit perturbed by just how easy and how fast Nobunaga had dispatched the larger man. It seemed if nothing else, they recognized someone with actual fighting skills instead of their own skills better suited to hunting and tracking animals. “L-look we’ll talk.”
“The Illuminator can’t normally come to the mortal realm, y’see.” One would begin. “We don’t really know why. Something about it being really bad if he did and the fact that…what was her name again? The one that doesn’t like being spoken about.”
“Rifelshka. The Goddess of the underworld…she doesn’t like it when gods meddle in mortal affairs. Gets real angry. She and the Moon Goddess had a fight once over it.”
“R-right, anyways…so he uses the two Faces he wears. The Old man and the Hag.” The third would continue. “N-normally they’d have stayed put in the temple, sleeping until the Illuminator had needed us. But…it was a long few years ago now? Probably when my father was just a fledgling hunter himself - the Hag was just gone one day. Vanished! The old man woke up later…I think my father said he ranted about ‘one of his terminals being hijacked’.”
“We were told to hunt and find her otherwise some bad stuff would happen. The old man would leave after that, too, but he’d occasionally show up and tell us something else. Soyala has been the only one to really meet with him recently, but the rest of us haven’t seen him in awhile. That’s all we really know. She says Lazhira is the one that is the root of these problems and if we get her we can fix the seal.”
“Dunno anything else, honest.” The first one would say again, raising his hands in a defensive fashion. “The orbs are sort of the key to it. If we can get both of them we could fix it…we only know one key is a crystalline orb but…someone stole it from the temple before we could do anything with it. We thought it was Lazhira, but it doesn’t seem like she has it.”
Well, that was hopefully some helpful information from the hunters. Seemed the root of this whole problem might have been the Hag, Lazhira, and Soyala herself.
A Traveler
@PaulHaynek
“...you’re naive.” The young woman replied, finally pulling down her hood, revealing the rest of her face to Nicholas finally. Two white furry wolf-like ears poked from the top of her head, her mostly pale skin on an otherwise pretty face though, was horrifically scarred on one side as though the entire left side of her face had not only been horribly burned but someone had attempted to take a sword to her head, too having once left a deep wound that left a scar across her cheek.
“Why…even come here if you didn’t intend to?” She’d quietly question, seeming a bit confused. She didn’t seem hostile at least, but she still wasn’t being overly friendly either. The apparent wolf? Girl would quietly walk over to the fireplace, getting a ladle and dipping it into the stew. “But if you…want to know…well…its the Apostles.” She’d say with obvious disdain. “The village…used to worship the Goddess of the Underworld, Rifelshka, but the Apostles…well…they didn’t approve. Turned the village against us and killed my parents…tried to kill me too, but…I was good with…magic.”
…well, she didn’t seem like she was lying and Nicholas didn’t feel in any sort of danger here…well, yet.
“...I’ve used the goddess teachings to just do what they deserve. Not like I’m living…either the villagers will get to me, or the Apostles will…if…they don’t…the Maids will.” She’d fill two bowls as she talked, placing them on the table quietly. “...If you’re not going to leave, then I guess I can let you stay here tonight.”
Well, it was a generous offer, but she did only seem to have a single bed.
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@Cu Chulainn
Nomura strained against the blow, gripping his fan tightly as he tried to take in the sheer force of the Oni’s strike. The parry had worked, but the strength of his foe had still done a number on the weaker Nomura. Still, he had a good enough gauge of his foe’s strength from that attack. Seeing that a simple strike from the Oni could do that much damage, Nomura at least confirmed the obvious about his foe: Getting directly hit by him should be avoided at all costs.
Nomura didn’t have much time to think on this, however, as the Oni’s jab had almost caught him by surprise. He quickly bent his knees and leaned back, impressively dodging the blow at the expense of the tip of his mask’s beaky nose. The merchant likely wouldn’t have pulled off such a maneuver if not for the various team building exercises he encouraged his followers to undertake in a past life, specifically a game that gauged the rare ability of how low one could go.
Seeing that his knees were already bent and to recover from his currently disadvantageous position, Nomura would spring backwards as he utilized the momentum to perform some sort of flip. Sadly, backflipping was not something a cult leader would normally practice, so as he began his descent, he would pray for a miracle. Luckily for Nomura, he had accomplished the miracle of flight two days ago, so it wasn’t too hard to imagine, taking much less effort to actualize once more as ethereal wings shimmered from his back. The pale man would gracefully land, earning his footing once more with the aid of his wings. He held his fan outward as he shifted himself into a more defensive stance, allowing his empty hand to actually grip his blade as he awaited his opponent to approach.
“Ho. Strong and quick.” The Oni would say, having watched Nomura’s display of both strength and agility. He’d wrap both of his hands around the hilt of the large Katana again. Seemingly intrigued by this human, the Oni rushed forwards with a deep, guttural roar in an effort to seemingly intimidate but it’d do little more than send a few shivers down Nomura’s spine.
The blade cleaved upwards, but this time the Oni would follow it up with a kick, using the momentum to shove his foot against Nomura’s chest.
The rhythm of combat slowly came to Nomura, likened to that of divine insight. The more he fought this Oni, the more he was able to notice his foe’s very movements. Of course, he had been playing on the defensive this entire time, watching and waiting for his foe to make the next move. The more Nomura thought of it, the more he began to see combat similar to how he would go about meeting new people, those he was interested in. It was simple communication skills, the ability to read one’s body language and other non-verbal queues. To Nomura, the lines between combat and communication began to blur.
“You flatter me, truly. But you are mistaken.” Nomura chuckled nervously for a brief moment before his grip loosening ever so slightly. He would appear to falter briefly, as if he was truly shaken by his opponent’s attempt to demoralize Nomura. And why wouldn’t it? He held the advantage in terms of strength and experience. As the brutish swordsman made his charge towards Nomura, it would be rather apparent that his grip on his sword had been abandoned entirely. Nomura’s will would appear to be crushed. If only the Oni could see the look underneath his foe’s mask…
… Of course, Nomura knew that he couldn’t. Otherwise, he would see the deterministic grin underneath. As stated previously, Nomura had a good grasp on reading others down to even the slightest of movements. He was not a trained warrior, so he could not dare attempt to deceive his foe with any standard feint. Instead, he used his lack of training to his advantage, allowing his apparent fear to grant his adversary a sliver of confidence in his next attack, one Nomura would easily see in his movements.
What was left was simple physics. The Oni’s attacks relied primarily on the momentum of his massive blade. All Nomura needed to do was move accordingly. As his opponent approached, Nomura veered to the side opposite of his foe’s rising leg as he quickly shifted the grasp of his fan into both hands before swinging it at the Oni’s sword. However, rather than directly clashing with that steel behemoth like before, he would instead perform a more proper parry, stepping forward and directing both the blade and its wielder slightly off course, just enough for Nomura to hopefully avoid his opponent’s kick.
“I’ve no doubt your strength surpasses mine. As for speed, I only appear faster due to our choice of weapons and differing builds.” Nomura stated as a matter of fact, taking a step closer as his gambit had worked. He would once more focus his magical energy into his arm, like he had done just earlier. However, rather than holding onto the fan, he would let go and pull his arm backward, winding up for an unarmed strike.
“I am not strong, nor am I quick.” It was true. Even if he were blessed with such an astounding body, he was bound by the physical limits of the human form. Instead, he had to rely on the power within himself, to draw it out and actualize it into a tangible form he could use, in order to match the Oni at all. To Nomura’s understanding, in order to use this power welling within him, he had to believe he could accomplish such things. And in this very moment, he believed he could defeat his opponent.
“I merely have faith in myself!” Nomura concluded, launching an outstretched palm for the swordsman’s face. The magical energy within his arm surged forth, once again granting him strength he normally would not have.
It happened fairly quickly.
The Oni’s powerful kick merely met air, the sword was pushed aside, its momentum directed away from Nomura. The Oni was merely grinning as the white-haired man would wind up a blow, perhaps finding some bit of enjoyment in this. Nomura’s palm struck the Oni right across the face in what could only be called the biggest bitch-slap in history.
The Oni’s body would be physically pushed to the side from the strength of the blow. The muscled warrior would, for the briefest of moments, be stunned from the impact…though Nomura’s hand would also now be stinging as though he had just slammed his hand as hard as he could against a massive slab of steel.
Might as well have been what he did smash it again. There was silence as the rest of the Oni seemed to look on in mild shock and perhaps, a bit of awe that would shortly be followed by loud, raucous laughter.
“Hm…” The oni would straighten himself, spitting blood out of his mouth with a grin. “You talk almost as hard as you hit, human.” He’d heft the blade onto his shoulder, extending a hand to Nomura. “Chōhei.”
Nomura stepped back at his attack, momentarily caught in surprise at how effective it actually was. As the adrenaline began to fade, he would then realize just how much in pain his hand was. If not for his mask, the Oni would likely see Nomura wincing in agony. He would look at his hand for a brief moment, actually worried that he had broken a nail.
Of course, all these worries faded away when Nomura had realized he actually “won” the battle, having been snapped out of his worrisome trance by the laughter of the other Oni. He clenched his fist in victory, having properly proved that his resolve would overcome the mere brute strength of these Oni. Nomura would look on to his opponent in question, watching him with curiosity as his hand would extend outward.
“I’d hope so. I do pride myself in my silver tongue, after all.” Nomura would chuckle, before extending his sprained hand to Chōhei and doing his best to mask his pained wincing. “Shigenaga Nomura. You honor me by not underestimating my abilities.”
“Underestimating someone, gets a warrior killed.” The larger humanoid would grab Nomura’s hand, the powerful grip threatening to crush the already likely to be bruised appendage, but he’d “Lady Mie’s already told us to train you.” He’d say. “Good to know we won’t accidentally kill you.” With that he’d release the human from his grip, sheathing the blade at his side as he’d turn and start walking away.
“I think you impressed them.” Mie would make herself known with a laugh of her own. “Haven’t seen Chōhei interested in someone in awhile, either, heh.” She’d pass Nomura a small bottle of what seemed to be some sort of medicinal salve with a grin. “Should help the pain in your hand. The Oni usually train in the evenings or mornings. You’ll be happy to know I’ve told them to drag you there if you don’t show up. If you don’t need anything else though, I have some business to attend to myself.”
She’d walk off, leaving Nomura to find something to do in the meantime himself…assuming he didn’t want to stick his nose into Mie’s business. Perhaps he could get more acquainted with the Oni? Seemed he had their begrudging respect at least, for now if nothing else.
The Roma Mob
@ERode
“Lotta help you are.” She’d snarkily reply with a huff of frustration. “Just cuz I hate this job doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” Defensive tone aside, the young elf pointed towards some goods that seemed less useful for stabbing and more for cleaning. “Whetstones, oil for blade shining, cloths for cleaning.” Octavia would stand on her hind legs, leaning up on the counter and looking up at Raelzeth, her furry ears just poking above the counter.
“Uh...forging though, uh, definitely not my thing.” She’d somewhat sheepishly admit, before turning her head in the direction of the forge. “HEY DAD!” The sounds of hammer on metal would trail off, a grunt of effort followed by the sizzling of steam as a blade was quenched. A few heavy steps would follow as a Elf that was built more like a dwarf would walk out. Short, at about only five foot five, head full of swept back silver hair, with a full beard that was braided with a few decorations and dressed in full apron and thick leather gloves and boots. The rest of his face seemed covered in soot, ash, or oil. He’d heft the forging hammer over his shoulder.
“Hm? What’s up, Rael? Customer giving you problems?”
“Nah. Guy wanted to know about forging stuff.”
“Anything specifically? Or you want something special made?”
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@Guy0fV4lor@Crusader Lord
Misaki and Narkissa
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Sensing that those flanking them weren’t the immediate threat, most of the hunters had turned their attention to the slime, now that they had been made aware of Narkissa’s own ambush, they seemed to be more or less able to defend or deflect the potshots she was making at them. Instead they’d turn most of their attention to the slime creature that was currently assaulting them.
“Trust me, I’m trying!” The girl would shout in response to Narkissa. She’d narrowly avoid getting grabbed by the slime, ducking and rolling across the ground as the slimy tendril would swing overhead, one of the hunters barely able to slice it off before it grabbed them. Soyala seemed to be having no difficulty surviving herself, but the other hunters didn’t seem to be fairing the same. The slime had already seemingly taken out quite a few of them.
Still, with the initial panic wearing off they were making some form of comeback.
Soyala’s eyes narrowed as the creature would lash out further. Being able to form as many tendrils wherever it wanted on its body, made it difficult not only to get close, but to even restrain the beast.
One had to wonder how they had gotten it in the crate to start with.
Still, a hunter would only see this prey as something to conquer.
The huntress would avoid the tendrils, slicing through them as she’d weave her way towards the creature's body. They just had to get close enough to crack the slimes ‘brain’ a bit in order to subdue it. In this case…A tendril she hadn’t seen wrapped around her ankle, pulling the huntress right into the air.
With a snarl, she’d lash out with her spear as she’d hover over the creatures body, and let herself fall. Her spear would be the first to hit the creature, impaling the human part of its gelatinous body on her spear. It screeched in pain, another set of tendrils grabbing Soyala and throwing her off of it not seconds later as the slime started to lose some of its cohesion.
Soyala would roll across the ground, cut, bruised, but otherwise not seeming much worse for wear as she’d get to her feet.
And this, would be the scene Donovan, Leannah, and Eirhild would find themselves coming back too. A ripple of magic in the air felt by most of the magically attuned present, as there was a small flash of light from the obelisk, just barely visible as the group would find themselves standing at a precipice near the cliff edge.
“Stones, what’s goin on here!” Eirhild would shout, reigning in one of the beasts before it simply barreled on through carrying the cart with it. The dwarf would immediately draw her hand to her sword, intending on getting herself involved if she had too.
Lazhira would take the momentary lapse in the slimes senses and the distraction made by Donovan and crew to quickly flee the scene.
"Guh, that was terrifying." Lazhira would say, panting and making an attempt to catch her breath.
