Fantasy Call to Arms: The Raven Knights

[Hatt730]

"Tie?" Snapping out of his sullen stropping, his hunched shoulders becoming straight once again and his fists turned into an arm cross. "So," He coughed, his eyes watering. "this is where that horrendous stench has been coming from, huh?" He raised his eyebrow. This certainly wasn't the usual nervous Gareath but it wasn't exactly the happiest Gareath. The small man's eyes wondered to the piles of corpses. These had been people. Now they burnt until the fat was melted away and their tendons had become black and hard. Death wasn't an occurence that had happened to him closely, he had witnessed it time and time again but the act of killing, he had not. He had no idea whether his father was dead or alive, he supposed it didn't matter to him mostly because it wasn't someone he holded close value to. His Ma barely really talked about him but when she did, it talked fondly of him - even if he was no where to be seen after they become "fruitful".

"What sort of tie?" In his head pictures, of attaire popped about. "So, it's some sort of clothing - this tether is, isn't it?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow to the woman. "It could be jewellery... you never know." 


@Moolock

 

[BlightGiver]

The battle was getting rather fierce as more and more fellow knights showed up, using their own fires and tactics to try and hurt the beast. Each attack seemed to do slight damage to the Revenant; although, this would be made pointless unless they found the creature's tether. "The tether holds the bonehead to this world. Unless we find it and destroy it, the revenant can just come back indefinitely. What kind of item here would be the tether?" Fjord pondered.


As much as he would love to try and figure this mystery out, his mind was focused on the revenant; there was no time for him to come up with a solution. He knew that  his fellow knights would be better at that. "Fire is good against it, physical attacks do little damage, it draws strength from the darkness....this is certainly an unusual opponent." Fjord stared intently at the cloaked beast. "But what about my gas?" A huge grin appeared on Fjord's face; he hoped the others could see it and understand that he had a plan.


The grinning dwarf reached to his belt and unclipped one of the round objects he had there. "Well, Mr. Revenant, it's time you play with my new toys." Fjord joked with a burp following. He grabbed the very top of the object and pulled it off, only to then throw it right in front of the necrotic foe. The thrown item, which turned out to be a smoke grenade, burst open, flooding the air around it with Fjord's confusion gas. The gray cloud quickly increased in size  to surround the Revenant. "Everyone," Fjord called to his companions. "If this works, the Revenant will be confused for 15 minutes, giving us that time to search for it's tether!" Fjord looked back at the cloud reach the Revenant's face and cover it. "I really hope this works." he wished with all his heart, crossing his fingers for good luck.


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[caYabo]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Jaxon ran past Kira and Gareath’s position and entered the revenant’s chosen haunt just as Fjord released his cloud of gas, confusing the monster. The sight of dessicated corpses strewn about like party decorations made his stomach lurch, and his mindset all at once threatened cross into the threshold of panic. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The only men on a battlefield who don’t feel fear are the ones already given to the dirt. Fear is a wild animal. Leash it, bring it to heel, never allow it to escape you. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Magister Curley’s words broke through the panic as Jaxon’s training took over and his nerves calmed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Nasty bit of work Fjord! The damn thing looks drunker than you!” Jaxon yelled at the older dwarf, hiding his frayed nerves with a bit of humor. “I’ll stay and keep an eye on the thing in case it comes out of its stupor. You guys should go and find the tether!” he called, and scanned his surroundings,  already forming a plan of defense should the thing wake up. Jaxon was thankful for his relatively smaller size as he eyed the state of the bloody rubble littering the room. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Size gets men killed in battle. When the arrows and magic start flying, big men get small and small men thank whatever midget in their family line it isn’t their arse in the air! [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In truth Jaxon’s offer of staying behind was practical, he was one of the newer order knights and his magical training had largely centered around the defensive. He felt he was best suited to being a distraction should the beast awake.[/SIZE]

 

[RunicFollower]

Reynald stood in awe as the fierce battle took place all these knights working together it was quite a sight and he enjoyed seeing the teamwork and passion but he couldn't help but still wonder what was the call to arms for was it for this, no time for thinking about this Reynald thought to himself as he clutched his spear and ran toward the one that was staying behind, Reynald had seen first hand what this thing does to one person and didn't want to see this young knight get slaughters by this abomination. " My name is Reynald friend allow me to assist you in safeguarding our friends from this vile creature." Reynald said 


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[Lexi Whittaker]

Sylvia looked over at Roderick "It's funny to look back at the past, long  gone are the days of playing with wooden swords and taking history classes. Sometimes I let my mind wonder what it would have been like without the magic we possess and without the knights. I would be married, a couple kids, probably a spice merchant or something. My father would teach my son to hunt and run the family business... How wonderful would it be if just for a day we were not holding the weight of the Gods upon our shoulders, but yet how boring." She rambled on to her newly reunited friend. 


Since Ylva returned to Crossroads to find her dad missing, she always somewhat blamed the knights and herself. She held a lot of guilt, and besides the physical pain of healing, guilt was her other weakness. Often making her beat herself up emotionally which hurt o


She laid next to him for a moment in peace, and was surprised when she realized how pain free she was. She closed her eyes, and breathed in deep. She didn't question it, but instead lived in the bliss for a moment longer. 


@Onikuma

 

[StarBabyPixel]

Mari deadpan face morphed into a look of horror when Asbjørn described what happened to his horse, her eyes darting to creed and back to the man. "My condolences, that must have been awful to see," She paused for another second, glancing back a Creed "Creed was a gift from my Mother, well not my birth mother but she's close enough, yeah well...He's a kind horse, though, I'd place good money that even without my magic he would still want so many cuddles." She fiddled with the gloves in her pocket looking a little guilty. "I kinda want to give him cuddles but you know, the whole touch an animal and BAM! ruined clothing" Marilyn flicked a piece kindling into the fire, pouting slightly and continuing to listen to Asbjørn, nudging him in retaliation.


"You should write everything down, you can give it to your family as a gift when this is all over" She looked up at the stars, starting to think of her own family for a second. "You could easily become the favourite uncle with stories of great knights, mad kings and magic,' She chuckled, softly, starting to draw little animals in the dirt with a small stick 'sounds like every great story from my childhood, only we haven't fought giant  rats or spiders yet, maybe we're not doing this right". She grabbed the hilt of her dagger, bringing it out to twirl it and stab at the little spider she had drawn. "My little brother would like it, every time I see the little guppy he acts like I've been out slaying massive armies and turning into a great fire-breathing dragon, rather than... well, suddenly going missing because I finally hugged an otter and wanted to go swimming." now using her dagger the little images in the dirt started to look cleaner and more detailed "What about you two?" She asked, looking towards  Asbjørn  and then towards Nymeria. "Siblings? Spouses? Hell, Children?...are Raven knights even allowed to have children?" She pondered the last part, not even realising she had said it out loud. 

 

[Onikuma]

Camp
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This brief lapse in time; a delicate moment, fragile as a flower. It was a blessing and Roderick relished it. He opened his eyes to look over at Ylva with a soft smile. "It almost sounds nice, doesn't it?" He mused, thinking of what his life might be like without his powers. "I'd be miserable," he laughed. "I'd be just another boring Lord, running through all the asinine politics and dealing with all the complaints day in and day out. I guess I'd get to pick the decor in my keep. Some small grace." He sat up now, patting her leg with his hand. "Your vision sounds like it would be more to my liking. I'd envy a life like that some days. Still.. " With a sigh, Roderick removed his hand from her leg and brushed his hair back, looking out to the other three in the group, watching as they enjoyed themselves in conversation. Like Ylva and himself, they too had found a moment of peace here. He couldn't ask for anything more. "What will you do when this is all done with, Ylva?" He turned to her, his eyes narrowing.


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Castle Blackmarsh
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The Revenant had taken too much damage in the assault, it's energy being drained too heavily in the reanimation process each time it was attacked. The sudden enveloping gas was the last straw as the Revenant returned to the shadows, disappearing into a dark portal beneath it's feet. It let out a piercing howl into the dining hall, deafening to the ears. Suddenly, the creature reemerged above the chandelier, levitating in the air. A dark energy began to pour out from the tip of the claymore it held, the stream landing on the ground before the knights. From the dark mass of energy, specters came forth. These ghostly creatures were small and quick, their bodies immaterial and thus unable to be hit with common weapons. They, however, held an evil dark magic that they used to assault the Knights, shooting forth blasts of burning energy as they continued to stream out one by one.


As the Revenant began to push out more power, a resonance could be heard from the kitchen area. A faint humming, but to a tuned ear, easily targeted.


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[BlightGiver]

"There goes my plan!" Fjord exclaimed as the shadows appeared. He swung in vain with his axe; it merely passed right through the specter closest to him. "Crap!" Fjord twirled his axe and used it's momentum to launch himself away from the specter. "Guys, at this point I think we REALLY need to find this guy's tether!" he yelled, looking at the other two fighters locked in battle. 


"Think, think!" Fjord tapped his head, trying to come up with some grand plan to save himself, the other two knights, defeat the specters and the Revenant. The specter from before was in front of Fjord again, one of it's shots narrowly avoiding Fjord's right shoulder. "It's too dark in here, even with the torches those guys have. These specters are difficult to see." A few moments ticked by as Fjord kept running from the specter's energy blasts."Darkness, torches...wait, that's it! One of you," Fjord called to the two knights. "Pass me a torch, I've got an idea to defeat all these things in one go!"


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[NightQueen]

Nymeria


Nymeria listened in silence, she knew everyone had their own struggles to deal with and did not want to burden anyone.


Remaining silent on the matter, she gave her own opinion being unusually solemn on the matter.


"For those who we have lost, all we can do is live. Live for them, their memory and their honor and hope that the things we do make the world they were denied a better place"


She said quietly before getting up and giving a brief excuse me as she went for a walk. She had not expected the topic of conversation to change


as it did but she tried and hopefully covered herself. She was not ready to talk about her past, or at least the event itself.


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[Andraus]

Yaro Azar
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Yaro had hoped that their combined attack would be enough to erase the creature from existence, but it was not to be. The creature simply reanimated, now somewhat weaker, but it was now summoning spectral defenders, trying to rebuild it's strength. Yaro had no way of defending himself, so the dark energy burning like fire (though he himself couldn't feel fire). Yaro would be trying to think of a proper counter-attack, before he felt the magical pull coming from the kitchen. So it was in there! He thought to himself. Yaro would then jump down. "I think I found it!"


Yaro would then place his his gauntlets on, as he approached a specter in his way. He would then hold up his hands as they were....enveloped in fire! Now, Common weapons would have no effect on them, but magic infused? This would be simple. Cracking his knuckles, as he smirked at the specter, before pulling his fist back, and striking it, sending it back with fire-propelled fist. No matter who or what, no matter HOW many times he has done this before, there was nothing more satisfying then punching someone AND burning them at the same time.


Man, he really needed a new hobby.


Yaro would the approach the kitchen, and go in. "Alright, where is it, where is it...." He said, as he began looking.

 

[Lexi Whittaker]

Ylva shifted to lean her head against his shoulder and looked over at the group of her companions. She smiled briefly at the calm moment they all shared.


She looked over to Roderick, "I'm not sure what the future will hold, I try to just go with things as they come. Maybe go try to find my dad, maybe travel.  I still have simple goals, marriage, kids maybe.. but for now i'd love some stew." She moved her head off his shoulder and giggled. She stood up and grabbed two bowls, filling them up. She walked over with Roderick's bowl and her own, she sat back down beside him. She sipped some of the stew out. 


"Now tell me, what's your plan after all of this? If things don't work out later on I can just hire you to cook for me" she laughed taking a swig out of her water-skin. Curiosity twinkled in her eye. 


@Onikuma

 

[BlightGiver]

Fjord did not notice Yaro leave for the kitchen; the specters and weakened revenant being his primary focus. "Back, you beasts from the underworld!" he yelled. Fjord found himself with two specters attacking. Each shot whizzed by him, the dark creatures not good at aiming at a smaller target. As much as Fjord would have loved to fulfill his cardio exercise for the day, he knew it was time to end this whole debacle. "Gimme that!" he forcefully grabbed a torch one of his companion's had dropped in their battle. Many dwarves love to drink alcohol; it's a tradition, or possibly genetic. And Fjord was one such dwarf. His ale not only fit any situation, but it had a variety of practical uses.


A more popular use was what Fjord was doing here. He ripped strips of fabric from his outer tunic then stuck them into the necks of the two bottles he brought with him. Fjord made sure to get the fabric nice and soaked with the stuff. "It's a shame to waste good ale like this, oh well. I get the feeling these guys might need it more than me!" Fjord grinned mischievously; he took the torch and lit the fabrics. "Alcohol is very flammable, did you know that Mr. Revenant?" Fjord's sarcasm went to deaf ears. "Incoming!" the dwarf screamed. Fjord threw his molotovs; one farther away, but the other one, he threw right underneath the Revenant. The crashing of the bottle coated the Revenant's underside with rum; it soon went ablaze.


"I'd say this is going very well!" he yelled to anyone that could hear him. The specter's went around the fires, but this was soon made difficult as the fire easily spread to the somewhat flammable interior of the room. A smile of pride was on Fjord's face as he watched his plan in action; the fire certainly helped at cornering the undead foes, but it was spreading rather quickly. "Hmm, I may not have thought this through completely. Well, these guys are trained enough; they can handle themselves." he figured; Fjord turned and looked around. Amidst the battle, he could hear noises in the kitchen. "Another foe, or success at finding the revenant's tie?" Unsure, Fjord ran, or rather stumbled to the kitchen.


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[Moolock]

From her perch by the largest pyre, beside the door, Kira's eyes widened at more shadowy creatures appearing. Alrighty, nothing we can't handle.... right?  The dwarf called for a torch and quickly, she drew a burst to her hands and aimed it at a wall sconce beside him. The cloth caught immediately and burned bright, ready for him to grab it. Over the crackling sounds of the multiple fires in the room, she couldn't hear the humming. "I'll keep it busy, help him destroy the tether!" She drew another round of heat from the fires, enough that the pyre behind her flickered from the sudden chill. With this burst of warmth, she conjured a great arc of fire and sent it hurtling at the Revenant. Using no small amount of will, she kept it together as the arc slammed into the shadow figure, and twisted it to loop around the beast with the intent of pinning its arms. With any luck, that would injure it enough to stop the flow of shadow creatures.


Speaking of... WPHACK! Kira had moments to duck a bolt of black magic hurtling at her. With her body chilled from throwing fire at the Revenant, she dropped to the ground and rolled dangerously close to the pyre- the growing pyre as almost everything in sight was doused in flames and dust thick enough to be flash-paper. All the fire, the sweltering heat grew- that was until she reversed the flow and took it all in- at least as much as she could, though the temperature of the room dropped. She would have shivered if she didn't feel like she was burning. Kira had warned herself before of raising her core temperature and in that instant, forced as much as she could to her hands. The burning became a tingling- no good, she'd damage her fingers. A headache grew until the waves of heat pounded. Another WPHACK! sounded above the crow before she rose to her feet. A fraction of release later, a firebolt formed at her side, then another, and another... until Kira's body was left at its normal temperature and a small army of a dozen firebolts hovered at her side. Around her, the pyres glowed a feeble red, their energy sapped into these white-hot fires. With a long, somewhat-calming sigh, she readied herself then flung the batch into the shadow creatures, fizzling a good portion them into light. Those that took the fires full-force screeched, garnering a wince from Kira, though with some gone, she was able to catch her breath.

 

[Hatt730]

Gareath Woodstock
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Gareath was already racing towards Yaro, not looking back at Kira - not wanting to acknowledge the spectres which he dodged unevenly. He skidded across the kitchen and opened dusty cabernets, pulling out some plates and smashing them. Not only did it make quite a bit of noise, it did turn out the spectres could hear and one came buzzing in looking for the suspect. It whizzed straight to Gareath, his nimble hands became like throwing knives now just throwing plates at the apparition which did to do something. However soon he was just dodging by inches as he danced around the kitchen to threw more cutlery at it. "..Human!" He called for Yaro, not quite knowing his name as he'd never met. "Would" he threw a spoon "you mind" he threw another "helping me?" He threw a fork. 

If Yaro distracted the spectre or killed it, he would have a lot more time at least building up some static and electrocuting the wraith. 


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[idalie]

Asbjørn Agnarsson
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"Ah, don't worry about the horse, love. He went swiftly, don't like to see 'em suffer." The Knight sighed, stretching out and sitting upwards upon his elbows. "Aye, I'm sure those transformations aren't too pretty. Your love for animals is commendable though, I'm surprised you're not sick of turning into them every time you offer a little bit of love and care. I know I would be." A hearty laugh passed, filling in the silence as she gave the small nudge in return to his light shove. "Trust me, when in a community like mine, it never seems to get boring. Yearly hunts, ferocious bear fights; one or two drunken brawls that result in a black eye. Every winter we have huge celebrations, alongside the summer - celebrating the solstices." A smile lingered upon his lips, features glazed with memories. Till she asked about his family, whereupon he fully sat up. "I'm the eldest of five. Two brothers, two sisters, and -" He paused, looking down at his hands in particular. "- fourteen nieces and nephews, with another on the way. Although my youngest sister is still just coming into adulthood. I haven't found anyone yet, but I do want children. Someday. I don't care if there's any bloody law against it, but for the love of the Gods I hope they don't get magic in their blood. Eighteen years, not knowing what my parents even looked like. I hated the Raven Knights for many a year because of that. My siblings have never quite seen me as their brother. I seem more like a close uncle - but brother? I wasn't there to be their brother." Happiness gave way to grief before a mask of joy built up over sorrow. 
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Nonetheless, watching Nymeria stand up sullenly, facing away with such woe, Asbjørn clambered up and glanced toward Mari. "I'll go check on her. It's not quite safe in these forests anymore. As a Knight or not. You should eat sweetheart, it's been a long day." Stepping over his furs deftly, he momentarily interrupted Roderick and Ylva. "I'm off to fetch Lady Nymeria, alright lovebirds? Tinnmann is stepping up his game." It was a childish tease, but Agnarsson hopped away and followed the trail which his fellow companion had taken.
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[NightQueen]

Nymeria


Nymeria had wandered back to the stream that she had gathered their water from. Looking at the running water with a frown.


She knew people would ask about her abrupt departure from the group, but the topic of family and loved ones brought up memories she would rather forget.


Holding out her hand, she watched as a small pebble floated to her hand and she began skipping rocks across the water.


It was not long until she heard the sounds of someone approaching. She did not even have to guess as to who it was.


With a sigh she turned to face asbjorn and gave a half hearted joke


"So were finally alone eh"


Her usual joking demeanor was absent from her comment as she focused again on skipping stones in the water again


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[idalie]

Asbjørn Agnarsson
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Managing to conduct himself through the forests foliage, Asbjørn at last heard the distant splashes of stone skimming water. Thus following instinct he emerged from the brush, at the riverside Nymeria stood. Standing forlornly with a pebble in hand. Eyes downturned.
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Approaching, the Knight offered a slight smile, inclining his head forwards. "Aye. I suppose we are, sweetheart." Exhaling, he wandered beside the female, gazing down at the stream.
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"It's not safe out here, Lady Nymeria. But if you'd like to talk about whats troubling you, I'm happy to lend an ear." Gently, Asbjørn lay his hand over her shoulder for reassurance, removing it a few minutes later. "We're a team. Got people to fall back on. Always count on me to catch you, love." 
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[NightQueen]

Nymeria


Nymeria just gave a wordless nod. Finishing skipping stones she remained quiet another while before speaking.


"Its just talk of family, it tends to bring up memories one would rather forget"


She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder while offered before righting herself again and deciding to air her troubles.


"It was a few weeks after I arrived back home.


The idea had been that me and my siblings would go on an adventure.


So we packed up our gear and planned to travel to the southern coast.


About halfway there we were caught in a sandstorm.


We were trapped because of the sand building up from the storm.


Stuck in a cave and our supplies nearly gone."


Closing her eyes she could nearly hear and feel her baby brother slip away from her again


"The youngest, we tried to keep them alive but my youngest brother, died a day before we were found and freed"


Clenching her fists she willed herself not to cry, but a few stray tears ran down her cheeks


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[idalie]

Asbjørn Agnarsson 
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His features contorted to exhibit sorrow, empathy for the woman who clenched her fists and tried to seem tall. He'd lost many a friend close to his heart, the ones he'd formed brotherhoods with and ties stronger than that of blood. Asbjørn wasn't foreign to the harsh tears, fury and rage that thwarted logic. An endless longing for something other than the company of your grief. Gods forbid what would happen if he ever lost his siblings. Moving slightly forward, nodding, he softly uttered a singular understanding "Aye." 
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Rather unexpectedly, the bear-like man, awkwardly wrapped Nymeria in an embrace. Slightly unsure how someone would react, but wholly invested in comforting the smaller female. If anything he was known for, it was the moments where he'd be a simple friendly face. "You stop that crying now, I doubt he'd like to see his sister making waterfalls. Do not look back at the past and grieve, for it is long gone. And do not trouble about the future, for it is forever changing. Live now, in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering."
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@Haus Of Alaska

 

[NightQueen]

Nymeria



Nymeria was caught off guard by the hug it was a surprising but nice offer. She relaxed into the hug and returned it, taking the chance to dry her tears. She remained in his arms as she spoke again. "Your right, if Arthur saw me in tears he would demand as a lord that I be happy again" She gave a laugh imagining it. He would puff his chest out like only a child would to look more noble and serious before bursting into giggles.         Calming down from earlier she looked up at Asbjorn, a light blush spread across her cheeks. He had been a complete gentleman when making sure she was ok. Reaching up, she gave a light kiss to his cheek.Nothing scandalous but enough to show her thanks @HumansArentReal

 

[Andraus]

(Sorry this took so long everyone, I've been dealing with domestic problems myself. However, I promised Onikuma I'd take over, and I keep my promises).


Yaro was busy attempting to try and look for the Tether, but the moment he heard a voice, he'd look up and saw that another was fighting a spectre near him. Cursing under his breath, Yaro would hold up his hand, and launch a fireball at it, weakening it. Yaro was now beginning to get annoyed, and would just yell. "Gods dammit! WHERE IS THIS DAMN THING!? "He said, slamming his fist into the wall. He had expected the wall to crack, maybe lose a few bricks. Typical stuff when you hit walls that are centuries old.


What he didn't expect....was the wall to give way to a secret passage under the kitchen.


Yaro would look over towards the newcomer, before going into the passage, aiming to find out where it lead.


The Revenant would lead out a roar of pure rage at the group below, it's anger now pushed over the boundaries normally kept. Using it's rage to fuel it's dark magic, it began slashing down at the group as slashes of pure corrosive dark energy began shooting towards them, attempting to kill them in blind rage. It seemed it's anger was fueling it's power even more.


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[Hatt730]

Gareath Woodstock
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Gareath heard the shatter of stone. He looked over the passage; the bricks that had covered it seemed to made out of weak mortar and had a likeness to clay when dried, as it flaked off easily, there was mostly darkness in the tunnel but what seemed to be a luminous tint, maybe a wall torch - which would be impossible as most civilians had died in Castle Blackmarsh - so that would mean that someone had been here most recently. Gareath ran over to Yaro, nimbly dodging the wraith, he rubbed his hands furiously and backed away into the passage as the spectre came towards him. Using his magic, he flailed his arms wildly into the opaque phantom - the presence wasn't solid so he couldn't touch it as if he was touching a person, however Gareath could feel the deathly coldness on his hands as he sent some shocks into it. He had no clue if it had worked or not because he was already running after Yaro with his hands slightly numb from the polar eidolon. 


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[Onikuma]

Roderick was caught up in the moment, feeling her against his shoulder bringing him some semblance of peace in an otherwise hectic world he'd been living in for as long as he could remember. He hadn't really realized just how much he was enjoying Ylva's company until she got up to get their stew, the sudden cold spot reminding him to come back to. He shuffled a little in the grass as she returned, getting comfortable and taking the bowl with a smile. He took a few bites, mulling over her question in kind. 


"Well.. I'm glad to know my stew is worthy of your pallet." He grinned, turning to look at her warmly. "I'd like to think I'd live a similar life to the one you speak of. A good woman. Healthy children. Peace in Cascadia. Just... well, life has a tendency to turn when you least expect it. It becomes difficult to make a plan with that in mind. So, I guess I'll hope for the best. And maybe, just maybe, if the stars shine in my favor, that good woman may just smile in my direction. The rest will follow in her wake." 

 

[BlightGiver]

Fjord took a peek into the kitchen, to see Gareath and Yaro entering a strange entrance in the wall. "Yes, good job you two!" he cheered. However, a phantom was hindering their progress, much to everyone's dismay. 'The sooner they find that tether, the sooner we end this.' Fjord sucked in a lot of air, his chest pushing outwards making him look twice as big. "Hey, you sorry excuse for a horror costume!" he yelled to the phantom. Seemingly enraged by the taunt,the phantom turned to Fjord and started launching a fireball at him. "You suck at hitting targets!" Fjord taunted once more. The phantom zoomed straight towards the confident dwarf for its revenge. 


"I better let those two guys handle finding the tether. Which big, bad ugly here and his runts are all ours." Fjord murmured, acknowledging the other companion also locked in battle. With Fjord leading the phantom from the kitchen back into the foyer, Gareath and Yaro would not be bothered from their task. "Hey!" Fjord called to the other combatant named Kira. "Any ideas to take these pricks down for now?!" he inquired, it sounding more like a polite demand than anything else.


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[idalie]

Asbjørn Agnarsson
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When Nymeria returned his embrace, Asbjørn was sure he'd chosen the right form of comfort. Cradling her like one would a glass figurine, careful not to break or drop a piece of rare and wonderful talent. Another factor being misunderstanding his own strength, and actually breaking some bones by accident - which had occurred once or twice.
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Alas as she rose on her tiptoes with lightly flushed cheeks, unexpectedly having her lips land upon his exposed features. Which in turn, had his face become slightly reddened. Clearing his throat, the Knight chivalrously offered her his open hand whilst releasing her from his hug. Gaze slightly downturned, humorously bowing low before the woman. "And might I escort m'lady back to camp by any chance?" With that his grin returned, more or less promising trouble.
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