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In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

Asteria sent a telepathic message of relief and welcome as Mother rat recovered, then huffed a laugh at her worry over Ed. “He’s just asleep,” she muttered, leaning a head closer to him to listen to his breathing and heart-beat – just in case, and also to show Mother how she could ensure his wellbeing on her own.

Asteria knew her fellow human needed his rest, but they needed to move as well. It was possible the explosion had confused and deterred the ants as well as it had the humans, but they couldn’t count on that. And when the humans regained their wits, they might come back – if nothing else, to dispose of their corpses, perhaps. With that in mind, Asteria moved to the den, ruffling among their belongings. An item in there might turn out to be helpful on the situation, and if not…she had another idea as well. Firstly, she inspected Ed’s belongings, mainly the crystals that she had up until then not inspected yet. Though she doubted they’d be useful for this situation, she wasn’t entirely certain when and for what they could come in handy, and she could certainly remedy that. So, she used magic analysis on both a tainted crystal and the flame touched crystal.

With a quiet “Hmm,” she moved on to her own items. The jarful or antlers, an eye, and the leather was largely an unknown. Seeing as all the things were technically parts of the monsters, she used Monster analysis on each. She also unfurled the leather scroll, examining its length and width, then put it all back into the clay jar when she was finished. She realized the move would be easier if Ed were awake for it but…How to wake him up? And moreover, they still needed food – which they had in form of insects – and water, which was rather scarcer than she’d prefer. Making her way to the insects, Asteria used Mana drain on both to refill her mana, and also ate some of their flesh to satiate her hunger. As for the water…she could attempt to dissect one of the Myrmidors, but the worker had a poison gland somewhere in there, and while it could be precious to get…Well, if Ed doesn’t wake up, I’ll have nothing better to do, will I.

But she did want to at least make an attempt to accelerate his resting, if nothing else. Approaching, she held a paw on his head, closed her eyes, and concentrated. She established a thin, unobtrusive telepathic link. Carefully, she fed a sensation of peace, rest, pleasantness, and passage of time over the link alongside miniscule amount of mana. As she did so, she breathed deeply, meditating, focusing on a calming sensation. Convincing another’s brain that it was resting sufficiently would, if nothing else, require her to feel at peace and detached from time. So, she focused on her breath, and kept the telepathic link up until she almost ran out of mana. Then, she slowly opened her eyes, inspecting Ed. Unsure if he was waking up yet or not, she moved to her next task – recovering back the mana she’d lost, and then dismantling the ants. For the former, she closed her eyes, and focused much the same as she had when she’d tried to speed up Ed’s rest. She knew meditating was a skill, and she’d bite her own tail if that skill didn’t help in recovering mana. Using the miniscule amount of remaining mana she had from her experiment with Ed, she also used Mana Drain to draw some energy in from the surroundings; something that had worked in the past, if not exactly effectively.

When that was done, she took a moment to listen to their surroundings, trying to ascertain whether the humans – or something else – would approach them. Regardless, Ed did have to wake up first, and so she took the hatched, a rock, and moved to a Scout. She used her own claws to attempt prying off the most damaged part of its exoskeleton first. Only if that would not work would she use the hatched – carefully, as she did not want it destroyed so soon. Her target was its abdomen. She took time and care to study it as she opened it up. The abdomen was where most of its organs would be. It might hold half-digested food. What she was really after was any sort of liquid. The hemolymph should theoretically suffice for now, should it not? And, by dismantling a Scout, she would learn enough to hopefully safely remove the poison gland the worker possessed.

In Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jandar Varan
Cliff staircase, Askavi

Jandar’s gaze jerked to Fatima when she asked the Markov Warlord Prince to carry her off and fly, but although he frowned heavily at the situation, he didn’t obstruct them from departing. Instead, he turned to catch up with Fatima. Jassen followed as well, though much more sullenly, and the Kaeleeran Warlord determined to keep an eye on the old drunk. Fatima might trust him and be fond of him, but clearly his idiotic tendencies were to be wary of. “I see,” Jandar said, relieved yet frustrated that there was no clear evidence as to what SaDiablo had been up to and what his future role may be. “Meeting him might clarify the situation,” he needled mildly. “Do you know where he is?” Privately, he contemplated what the something the Black Widow referred to might be. However, if she didn’t know, he was unlikely to guess. And surely, she’d had speculations of her own. Yet…they had only met. That, and the nature of her caste made it all the more understandable why she wasn’t forthcoming. “Hmm, shame you can’t carry us as well,” he teased Faeril as she loudly cursed the male Eyrien who’d gladly taken off with Fatima. That would be a sight, Jandar mused – an Eyrien female struggling to lift two males and fly with them. Jandar shook his head with a chuckle; even with craft, there were limits to what was possible, and a trio flying up a cliff on a single set of wings was one of it. Keeping an eye on Jassen, he ascended the stairs with the Black Widow.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

Asteria picked up the two Nullven, curling her tail around the plant bundle, when an explosion roared into being. The dire rat peered into the distance, observing the light as it struck the mountain. Though she was certain she’d get no info once again, she strained her eyes to get a good look at it and used Magical Analysis on it. Then, convinced the humans would be distracted by the loud rumble, bright flash and following smoke, as well as the minor tremors caused by the explosion, she quietly traversed back to their base. However, as she did not know the humans’ positions, she did not go straight back; instead, she weaved her way through the grass left and right, slowly spiraling back in the general direction of their mini dugout. She switched her beastly senses to hearing, wary of the slightest rustle – both on her part, as that might redirect the humans’ attention back to her, as on the part of the humans, for the obvious reasons. It was likely that more of them made their way of the village to investigate the explosion – similarly to how they’d done with the magic that’d put out the flames previously.

Hopefully though, this latest incident would mean they wouldn’t care to look for a trio of rats and the possessions they’d stolen from them. When she was close to their base, Asteria closed in with exceeding caution. If any of the humans were still nearby, she’d wait in cover or even distance herself, but if not, then she had to hurry over there and make and antidote for Mother rat. Awaiting such opportunity in tense silence, Asteria darted to the hole as soon as she judged that the humans were far away and distracted enough by the explosive distraction. She quickly took the remaining Medicinal salve, mixed in one Nullven, and applied the Antidotal salve to mother’s poisoned injury. She crouched lowly by the hole, intensely inspecting the other dire rat, while also flicking her gaze here and there, paranoid of any unwelcome surprises.

In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

The Worker finally died, but now humans – two of them, by the sounds of it – were approaching. Damn. Always all the misfortune...Consequences, consequences. Even if Ed and Mother rat were in no state for it, Asteria would suggest relocating if it weren’t for that. As it was, she’d prioritize healing Mother rat. “Yes, I’ve heard,” she replied distractedly to Ed in a whisper. Asteria ushered mother rat into the dug out hole, then stuffed all their items next to her; the jar, hatchet, Bloodinglfy stinger, the last healing herb, the left-over Medicinal salve on the stone, and even the other things Ed had on him. “I hope you don’t mind,” she muttered. “Wouldn’t want them looting you if they find you…On that note, I’m going to try and find some Nullven. It’s part of the recipe for Antidotal salve. Just in case something happens, this is the recipe,” she swiftly, accurately, and in a hushed tone recounted to Ed the ingredients and the method for making it, all the while keeping an ear out for the approaching humans.

“And if something happens on your end, give a shout, and I’ll come running,” she ended with that instruction. Then, wary of where the humans were, she sneaked out into the field, keeping down, her steps silent, her senses fully alert. She used her Mana Sense, focusing on the burning sensation she remembered to be indicative of the Nullven. She also sharpened her eyesight, on the look-out for Nullven’s purple petals. She remained sneaking, but was of a mind that if the humans did see them, she’d lure them away from Ed and Mother rat with a squeak or two. Actually, if she happened to hear the humans going to where she knew her companions were, she’d imitate some sort of a growl or something.

In Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jandar Varan
Winged Boar Inn, Askavi

Jandar glanced at Fatima moments before she replied to his suggestion, which is why he got the sense that she was…disturbed. However, her words were measured enough, and her expression didn’t give away whatever she may have been concerned about. The Kaeleeran Warlord frowned. Perhaps he would ask her later. He turned to the Black Widow as she spoke; the woman claimed her resting was irrelevant and yet she suggested (or rather, ordered) that they all walk to what he could only assume would be her base of operations – her home. He blinked as she requested a word with him, cocking his head to the side curiously. He turned to Fatima, giving her a reassuring look.

“I will be but a moment, my Lady,” he said to the queen. Jandar knew she was uncomfortable with SaDiablo, but…he had to know. The Warlord simply had to find out what had happened to the man in Terreille. The information he’d came upon in Kaeleer had never been so ominous as what Fatima’s fear of the man had implied about the Warlord Prince. Certainly, some back home believed him a traitor (if they even thought about him in the first place, that was), but there’d never been true cause to believe that, in Jandar’s opinion. Now, however, he may just be proven incorrectly by the Black Widow. However, he was determined to reserve judgement until he met and spoke to the man himself. Jandar left Fatima’s side with a reassuring look, stepping up to the Black Widow. Outside the tavern, the Eyrien woman asked whether he was looking for the sadist. Whatever had SaDiablo done to earn such a nickname?

“I am,” he asserted, though not as confidently as he would have liked, as a frown had already made its way onto his face. “Are you…are you implying that he is a part of the corruption?” he questioned cautiously. “If- If you have any information on him, I would be thankful should you choose to share it with me,” he added, gazing at her imploringly. SaDiablo had been his hero, still was, but even the Black Widow seemed to have her reservations about the strongest Warlord Prince alive. What in the name of Hell’s blazing fires had happened?! Jandar was both frustrated and slightly despairing as to what he might discover. Even if it was the worst of news, he would still want to face the man directly - though whenever such a thing would be possible, he wasn't certain.
In 🎃 Nox Tenebrae 🎃 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Location: Infirmary -> Spa -> Gaming room

Alex's jaunt to the infirmary was a short one, though his stay there was a tad fussier than he though strictly necessary. But they patched him up, so he’d stayed there listening politely as he was reminded to stretch, rest, not overdo himself, and possibly get a supervisor for the next spar so he and any other students didn’t overdo it on accident and kill each other. All things he knew, of course. He might even heed all that advice, if he felt like it. Certainly, the resting part was immensely appealing. Isaia strolled luxuriously to one of the lounges, looking forward to treating himself to a professional massage at the school spa. He didn’t even mind having to wait a bit; he hadn’t exactly scheduled, after all. That he managed to get a spot despite them was a credit to their school. As he lay face-down on one of those specialty massage beds, a therapist working away the soreness and knot from his over-worked muscles, Sai’s mind wandered.

When he’d been younger, he was a bit wary to let himself so vulnerable to a stranger’s touch, but he’d soon discovered the employees here were nothing if not professional, for which he was exceptionally glad. And today’s spar with Talίa had proved to him his growth in the social department. Things had been simpler in a way back when he’d been pretending to be a human, but…Well, there technically wasn’t anyone else who was quite his kind – and this wasn’t Alex simply being maudlin, it was just that any Dragonkin he’d met (beyond his father) hadn’t wanted anything to do with him if they knew he had Elven blood (half of it, in fact, but not many would recognize that from his appearance if they didn’t know what to look for). Nonetheless, being part of a supernatural community as open as this one had many perks; of which variety was foremost. He sighed as his wings were treated, lulled to drowsing. Some twenty minutes later, his shoulder was nudged to let him know he was done. Alex stood with a huge yawn, stretched, and ambled away, feeling delightfully rejuvenated. And, what was best, he still had enough time for a good gaming session. Perhaps later on, he would consider taking on a mission, or participating in an extra evening class. For now, he fetched himself a light snack (sandwich and cola), and settled himself at a free computer.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

Asteria hadn’t anticipated not finding any Nullven, and was all the more frustrated. With narrowed eyes, she turned towards the worked, who still wasn’t fucking dead. Gritting her teeth, she fed Mother rat half of the healing herb, now only two in total remaining. Mother rat was nowhere near safe, and now even Ed was in danger of being killed, meaning there was only one thing for her to do. First, get rid of the Worker. Second, get them all to safety, because their current location was surely compromised. Since she’d be going in Ed’s direction, she might as well bring one healing herb to him, so she grabbed one tightly with her tail. Then, focusing intently on her self-assigned mission, and nothing else, Asteria ran to the Worker at full speed, charging it in a tackle. “HEY, YOU DIPSHIT,” she shouted at the Worker to distract it from impaling Ed.

All she had to do was get physical contact with it, and it would be done. She was now close enough that even if it noticed her, she could easily leap at it, and grab hold of it, even if only briefly. The moment she had physical contact with it, she launched her emotions at it with telepathy, letting her stream-of-conscience thoughts transfer through the link in an incoherent telepathic message to it. And while attacking it telepathically, hopefully disrupting its connection the same way she’d done to the scout, she latched onto its exposed flesh with her teeth and proceeded to tear out chunks of flesh quickly but methodically, digging in, worming as deep a path into its body as possible, relishing in the gory massacre. The worker had to get down before anyone died on her, and if at this point the insect fought back, she’d have to do anything and everything to bring it down. However, she could use help, and so chucked the healing herb in Ed’s direction, hoping he would be able to get to it on his own while she was still preoccupied with finishing off the insect.

In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

Asteria successfully eliminated the Scout, though the sense that she’d interrupted its connection with what she assumed was a connection to its colony, possibly a direct one to the Queen. Hopefully, the other side didn’t find anything odd about the network having been disrupted. Seeing as these three Myrminor had followed the trail left behind by their dead companion, it was quite likely more would come regardless of her telepathic attack however, so worrying about the latter was pointless. Instead, Asteria attempted dislodging the stinger from the Scout’s neck, though if it took to long, she’d leave it be for now.

Then, she hurried to the felled Mother rat, inspecting her injuries. They were bad, and worse, she was poisoned. For a start, Asteria grabbed one of the healing herbs the trio still had, tore it in half – because she didn’t want the poisoned wound closing; that’s where she’d apply the Antidotal Salve once she made it – and enticed Mother rat to eat the half, holding it to her snout, urging her on with a mix of chitters and squeals. Briefly establishing a telepathing contact with her, Asteria sent along a soothing, calming sensation, though it was laced heavily with her concern for the other’s well-being.

After Mother rat ate the healing herb, Asteria glanced at the fight and judged Ed had it in hand for now, though that whole berserking deal he had going on was obviously risky in more ways than one. If she had the opportunity, she’d hit the Worker with a telepathic attack, but helping MR was the priority. In any case, she trusted Ed would win, but even so, he’d end up as another of her patients. In preparation for that, and also to help the still poisoned Mother rat. She swiftly surveyed the plan, then used her full speed to dart from plant to plant, collecting the necessary ingredients, picking up a bunch of Bugward, Kilm, and Nullven plants. She took the nearest ones and stacked them in a pile next to her Indented rock.

Asteria then fervently mashed the ingredients together with a Rough Stone to create the Antidotal salve, working her little paws of as swiftly, but accurately, as she managed. She didn’t worry about a container for now; as soon as the first batch of the Antidotal Salve was made, she applied it to Mother rat’s flank. She used the newly ranked up Mana sense on the Salve, then attempting to match her own mana to its natural healing mana, actively directed part of her mana to flow into Mother rat’s injury. Whether this succeeded or not, she would proceed to make another batch of Antidotal salve for Ed, simply leaving it on the rock for now. However, she kept an eye out on the fight, and if it seemed at any point that the worker had advantage, she’d dart over there to attack it telepathically and chip in.

In Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jandar Varan
Winged Boar Inn, Askavi

The Black Widow didn’t share anything beyond her name, and an invitation to join, to which Jandar curtly nodded in acceptance. Of course, he was along for the ride, this was the best possible situation he could have come upon! Much better than trying to work alone, as that would more likely to lead to a mess – or rather, whenever a mess did occur, as messes tended to, at least having native allies would help clean them up. He was entirely indifferent to the fact Faeril ordered Jassen either be killed or had his memories erased; given how incompetent the drunk had been so far, the Warlord would honestly prefer him to leave…or be removed, if it came to that. Though hopefully Fatima was not too attached to the idiot or else the Black Widow’s suggestion might not be something the Queen would take to kindly or agree to. Jandar glanced at Fatima curiously, wondering how she’d take the condition that Jassen not be present, and either have his life or his memories of this matter taken away from him. He didn’t care for Jassen’s own reaction, though if the drunk attempted escaping, Jandar would certainly prevent him from doing so.

The Kaeleeran did look on curiously as the bartender said something to the Black Widow; apparently the older Eyrien was concerned by her being exhausted or some such? Then, the Markov Warlord Prince pointed out his own precarious situation. “The Reaper, wasn’t it,” Jandar remarked casually when the Eyrien warrior mentioned his title. Honestly, Jandar was only aware that the man was wanted and feared by the locals, but didn’t have as good a grasp on the why, despite the occasional rumour he did manage to catch since arriving in Terreille. If he had to guess based on the tid-bits he gleaned from wary head-hunters and based on their current situation, then Xandar was probably some kind of an open rebel against the current regime; he may have even attempted instigating some kind of a war in the past? In the end, it didn’t matter beyond the fact that he was now an ally, and that people who would be after the Warlord Prince would be against anyone with him. “Perhaps we reduce their numbers and Faeril could alter the memories of the remaining ones? Or we try to infiltrate their HQ in turn and destroy or convert them from the inside?” Jandar suggested thoughtfully. If the Black Widow could cover their tracks, that would be the best, but though they had to lay low for at least a while, that would not be a permanent solution.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asteria

The monster analysis took way to fucking long – or rather, the battle moved faster than she’d anticipated – and what was more, the info was utterly crap. Ed utterly destroyed one of the scout, while Mother rat was getting even more injured, the ants sensing she was on her last legs and focusing their attack on her. Mother rat rans towards her, attempting to communicate, but Asteria didn’t have time to try and decipher the message then. Instead, she focused attacking the insect she’d engaged before. “Ed, protect Mother, I’m finishing this one off,” she shouted, as the Bloodingfly stinger got stuck in the ant’s neck. She distracted the opponent by biting and scratching at it, darting around its attacks, harassing it.

With her tail, she aimed to strike at its neck, specifically where the stinger was in, attempting to hammer it in. She baited it with that same tail, hopefully getting its focus on it, so that when she next attacked it in a different manner, it wouldn’t be prepared to defend. At one point, when the bug’s attention seemed diverted, Asteria stepped swiftly to its side, and quickly launched herself at its back, tackling it. When she was close enough, she grabbed it with both her paws and tail, squeezing its body with all appendages.

Once again, she activated Mana Sense and Mana Drain, but in a momentary inspiration, opened a telepathic link with it. She gathered all her frustration, anger, worry, fear, concern, condensed the negative emotions into a huge wrecking ball of a message, and sent it over the link to the bug, screaming Fuuuuuuck yoouuuuu in a cacophony of mental noise at it for good measure. Even if it the insect’s nervous system didn’t get so overloaded that it would just die on the spot, it should hopefully be distracted enough that Asteria could proceed to hurl a mighty paw-punch at the base of the stinger that was still visible from where it got stuck into its neck.

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