[Bloodlust] Chapter One: Blood Bound

[Miz]

† Noel Aker †

† Sage in Training †

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Health: 24/24


Sin: 0/0


Virtue: 25/25


Damage: 4


The question came about night again. This time from the halberd wielder who followed Noel up the hill. To ensure that he wasn't missing out on something, Noel looked up to the sky. Seeing the sun still rising from the horizon towards the center, Noel rolled his eyes. "I don't know what that hunter has gotten into all of your heads, but we don't need to set up camp just because we engaged in combat," Noel said. He recalled legends from the ancient scrolls he was given access to by the Sages. These ignorant people, they know nothing how to survive apparently. "We are not just some hunting party. We cannot jsut call it a day because we slayed an enemy. We have much to do." Noel spoke up as he began to lecture. "I shouldn't have to remind all of you that we are on a time schedule. We will rest when we actually have someone injured."


With that Noel started to stroll down the path leaving the others behind. Feeling powerful after his taking authority, he took larger strides with his walk. In some ways he didn't care to look if anyone else in the group followed him. He knew that they would if continued forward. But upon descending the hill, something caught Noel's eyes. It was a annoying glint of light that aimed right for his eyes. The source a dark round object that protruded through the soil. Glossy it reflected sunlight right towards Noel.


From where he stood, it looked like a sword hilt. Perplexed by a random sword's presence, he wandered slightly off path and attempted to inspect the object. The closer he got, the surer he became. It looked like a sword, a well crafted one too. Calling out to the group he tried to motion everyone to its presence, "I think there is another cosmic weapon here."


Stuck like his sword he wielded now, the one that gave him so much power. He became tempted to pull it. Even though he knew that it should be impossible for him to wield another cosmic weapon. Yet as he examined the sword which was burrowed in the sandy soil of the field, Noel became envious of the way the sword looked. It appeared to be made of some special metal, some special forgotten art that perhaps only the chastest cities could forge. The same chaste cities that rejected him.


He bent down and wrapped both of his hands around the hilt. The sword was larger than his own; it being some sort of great sword. Tugging on the hilt, Noel found it heavier than he imagined at first. However it became lighter as he pulled on it higher. Within a few seconds he plucked it out of the ground and wielded it with both of his hands. Noel was astonished by how easy it was to wield. That was when it started to glow a strange purple light.


In seconds a strong force knocked Noel several feet and from the glowing essence of the sword, a silhouette of a horse appeared. Neighing with the shrill of a harpy, the ebony horse composed of purple flames came rushing towards Noel.


OOC - This is not intended to be a combat event. Though there is a Nightmare (a shapeshifting nearly-ethereal horse) trying to kidnap me.

 

[Pineapple]

† Raphael Fair †

† The Patient Healer †

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Health: 18/19


Sin: 0/0


Virtue: 23/25


Damage: 3 ( 2 + 1 )


As Raphael sat on the hill he was approached by a young man wielding a bow. Conor. As the man spoke, many others came up the hill as well. Raphael heard the man speak, but he didn't really know what to say. The conversation starter was rather... odd. Should he say Good Job? Everyone was going to do the best they could. It's either that, or death. Raphael just sat there and gazed at Conor, mouth slightly agape. Fortunately, the awkward situation was interrupted when Noel started to go off about something, Raphael didn't really hear what he was saying, but Noel seemed to definitively decide and began to walk straight down the path. Raphael took this as an opportunity to get away from this strange man in front of him.


As he got up on his feet, he felt a headrush suddenly. It was a small side effect of the archon blood, or so he has read. Some people experience dizziness or even vertigo from the application of archon blood. It appears that Raphael was one of those people, it triggered from the sudden motion of ascending. Everything felt like it was spinning in circles around him, though he tried to walk it off. It didn't go as well as planned. Raphael took a few steps towards Noel. Well, it seemed like that was where Noel was. Suddenly the vertigo caught a hold of him, and he fell to the ground. The naturally incline of the hill played it's part in the performance, and helped carry him down the hill, rolling side over side towards Noel. Midway through the tumble, Noel grasped the object from the ground.


Raphael came to a full stop at the base of the hill and looked upwards, and saw some sort of horse racing right in front of him, maybe a few feet away. It was black, but not as one would expect of a horse. The horse looked to be pitch black, with purple flame all around it, giving the creature a glow. Raphael still felt dizzy as he got up on his knees, but he wasn't sure it was from the archon blood anymore.

 

[Inquisitor]

† Conor Barrith †

† The Silent Observer †

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Health: 15/15


Sin: 0/0


Virtue: 25/25


Damage: 4


Poor choice of conversation starters for that one, Raphael. Noted.





He turned to the commotion, bow quickly drawn. A rather disgruntled Raphael picked himself up off the ground, and Conor slid down the hill after him in an effort to provide any sort of support available to him. Of course, by the time he realized what was going on, it was too late. Noel, the very reason it seemed that Raphael rolled down the hill in the first place, drew the sword.


The ethereal ebony horse that appeared from purple fire charged Noel and sent him flying across a little stony brook. It appeared as if, over time, it had dried up significantly, as the rocky shoreline extended far beyond its banks. As the horse charged toward Noel, it came to a sudden stop at the stream's edge, letting out yet another horrendous, screeching neigh. "Stay on that side of the river. It can't cross." A hundred yards south down the creek's flow was a rickety, poor excuse for a bridge, weathered into nothing. Missing easily half its planks, it looked as if it were about to fall over at any moment.

 

[SephirothSage]

† Elisa Pavel †

† The Humble Hero †
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Health: 25/27


Sin: 0/0


Virtue: 25/25


Damage: 3





She curses faintly. "Damnit!" As she sticks near the hunter. "Noel, are you alright?" She approaches, looking to see if he is injured. "Please- just let me take a look, alright? I'm no healer, but I can at least do that." The Convict approaches- a worried expression on her pretty face- looking almost delicate, at this moment.

 

[Wanderer]

† Stross Ravensdale †

† The Watcher †

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Health: 17/17


Sin: 0/0


Virtue: 25/25


Damage: 2


'What the hell is going on?' Stross wondered to himself. A glow had been coming from down the path and suddenly Noel came flying to the other side of a small brook with a transparent horse like creature following him.


"Stay on that side of the river. It can't cross."


'Is that Conor? I hadn't recognized him. Just to be safe, I'll listen to his advice. Even if it can cross the river, I'll have enough time to get off at least one or two shots.'


Stross began to run, slowly moving faster towards the bridge.