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Ruins
A swift and bold flurry of strikes befell the Beast, compounded within such a small frame of time. The amalgamated pile of flesh and bone barely reacted to the attacks, as if slaved to the whims of its Darkmage handler, who was still indulging in his speech. A hint of pain was displayed, as the Beast slumped on its one ankle, cut by the nimble Maria, followed by an otherwise head-splitting blow from the White Warcry, forcing the monster to its knees, just in time to receive an upward slash from a stampeding oni's axe, severing huge chunks of tendon and muscle from the abdomen upwards, spewing forth blood in excess. The Darkmage could barely respond, as a bolt of frigid ice struck the being's right shoulder plate, throwing him tumbling sideways in a lackluster display of unbalance. The howling and screeching of the duo echoed through the air for but a split second, as they courteously returned the favor.
Swinging around in the same spin, the Darkmage angrily casted an insidious spell, through the vocalized incantations he managed to blurt out. "Sway them! Rend them! Burn them! Darkfire!" A flow of Dark, crimson from the tainted glow of the cane that produced it, struck back at Bron, Aymeline, and all 4 Taryns. Propelled like an unholy lightning bolt, it instantly vaporised the holograms, and put on quite a show as the Darkfire came in contact with Seraphic Halo. Streaks of reddish black serpents hurled themselves at the invisible divine aura that enveloped the adventurers, claws and scales dissolving as quickly as they are reborn, creating a mephitic hole in the bubble of protection.
With its remaining hand, the Darkmage pushed forth a repulsing spell, forcing the two giant-sized adversaries tumbling away, as if smacked away by an unseen house-sized hammer, landing an odd dozen meters away from where they were. The Seraphic Halo that covered the two had been all but destroyed, fading away like seeds from a dandelion, vaporising in infinitessimally small fragments as they continued their movement away from the fight. The Darkfire had also been propelled by the repulsion, coming into contact with Aymeline and Bron physically. The Giantess' armor was a major saving grace, only earning her an obsidian-black mar upon her chainmail, acting as if it were an acidic substance. The same could not be said for the oni, however, as the Darkflame dug deep into the flesh, spreading like the sickly roots of a poisonous tree, all while causing a deep searing pain.
Scraping off the freezing ice on its bone armor, the Darkmage was now calling the shots. "Forth, my daughter! Take their wretched skulls! Blood for the darkened pits! My wardens, strike!" As if on cue, the Beast simply stood up, not paying heed to its injuries, and charging at the two who struck it hardest, bellowing the uncanny cries of a child mingled with the torrential roar of a cornered lion. The Scrappers skittered off, with more reinforcements coming from the rest of the ruined buildings. 10 burst through the door where the rest of the Guardian team are more or less situated, bearing full fang to kill or die trying. From the fog walls, a contingent of ten new Darkborne horrors stepped forth.
Meanwhile, at the newly-arrived team's wagon, a heated argument occurred. Apparently Maria's appearance didn't help the archer's fighting spirit. Snapping towards the man with the talwar, the Imperial veteran appropriately voiced his concern and uncertainty of the group's risky venture, especially concerning the details of its success, and the survival of its participants, with carefully chosen words. "Aw fuck, there's Guardians here! Hey, fuck you, Salazar, this is beyond my fucking pay grade! Gimme my money, or I swear I'm shooting the both of you fucking-"
His argument was well countered by the man, who had been identified as Salazar. "Button it up! I triple your pay! Now shoot at the bad guys!" That done with, he immediately turned to the Guardian atop their team's wagon. "Well spoken, lady! But help us first!" Salazar's calm voice quickly picked up into a hurried one, as his eyes spotted something approaching from the sun. Not taking a moment to waste, the shield-knight called out the bogeys inbound instead, her eyes expressing fear and courage at the same time. Salazar, in the meantime, had already reached into his wagon to procure a few bottles of suspicious substances. Immediately throwing one at the cluster of inbound Darkwings, the shattered mixture burst into flame and torched half the batch alive, forcing the other batch to scatter and reconsolidate for another attack. "My wagon has valuables, healing potions, big damage! Protect it, and we live!" the man yelled out, before digging into the wagon again.
Things were definitely getting interesting.
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Hunting Grounds
Clanus hesitated in his answer for a bit, his eyes darting down towards the ground for but a split second. "Everythin's good, Leafa. I just... had to say g'bye to a few friends o'mine, is all." Standing upwards, he continued, with an arm outstretched. "C'mon, let's get back to the outpost. An' tell me more 'bout yer new pets on the way." He didn't have much experience with children prior to this, but it somehow occurred to him within the moment.
As the two make their way off, Jericho stuck by the men and fished out the crispy foods. It smelt horrible, but at least the guardsmen had some fun doing so, especially when one of the men did an impression of the Rank Commander, using a burnt rabbit's foot to imitate a comical mustache the men seem to fondly picture the viscount with.
-robert-
A swift and bold flurry of strikes befell the Beast, compounded within such a small frame of time. The amalgamated pile of flesh and bone barely reacted to the attacks, as if slaved to the whims of its Darkmage handler, who was still indulging in his speech. A hint of pain was displayed, as the Beast slumped on its one ankle, cut by the nimble Maria, followed by an otherwise head-splitting blow from the White Warcry, forcing the monster to its knees, just in time to receive an upward slash from a stampeding oni's axe, severing huge chunks of tendon and muscle from the abdomen upwards, spewing forth blood in excess. The Darkmage could barely respond, as a bolt of frigid ice struck the being's right shoulder plate, throwing him tumbling sideways in a lackluster display of unbalance. The howling and screeching of the duo echoed through the air for but a split second, as they courteously returned the favor.
Swinging around in the same spin, the Darkmage angrily casted an insidious spell, through the vocalized incantations he managed to blurt out. "Sway them! Rend them! Burn them! Darkfire!" A flow of Dark, crimson from the tainted glow of the cane that produced it, struck back at Bron, Aymeline, and all 4 Taryns. Propelled like an unholy lightning bolt, it instantly vaporised the holograms, and put on quite a show as the Darkfire came in contact with Seraphic Halo. Streaks of reddish black serpents hurled themselves at the invisible divine aura that enveloped the adventurers, claws and scales dissolving as quickly as they are reborn, creating a mephitic hole in the bubble of protection.
With its remaining hand, the Darkmage pushed forth a repulsing spell, forcing the two giant-sized adversaries tumbling away, as if smacked away by an unseen house-sized hammer, landing an odd dozen meters away from where they were. The Seraphic Halo that covered the two had been all but destroyed, fading away like seeds from a dandelion, vaporising in infinitessimally small fragments as they continued their movement away from the fight. The Darkfire had also been propelled by the repulsion, coming into contact with Aymeline and Bron physically. The Giantess' armor was a major saving grace, only earning her an obsidian-black mar upon her chainmail, acting as if it were an acidic substance. The same could not be said for the oni, however, as the Darkflame dug deep into the flesh, spreading like the sickly roots of a poisonous tree, all while causing a deep searing pain.
Scraping off the freezing ice on its bone armor, the Darkmage was now calling the shots. "Forth, my daughter! Take their wretched skulls! Blood for the darkened pits! My wardens, strike!" As if on cue, the Beast simply stood up, not paying heed to its injuries, and charging at the two who struck it hardest, bellowing the uncanny cries of a child mingled with the torrential roar of a cornered lion. The Scrappers skittered off, with more reinforcements coming from the rest of the ruined buildings. 10 burst through the door where the rest of the Guardian team are more or less situated, bearing full fang to kill or die trying. From the fog walls, a contingent of ten new Darkborne horrors stepped forth.
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Monsters that stood as tall as Aymeline on a good day, these supposed 'wardens' bore a fully muscular structure such as the one on the Beast, albeit composed of a more atrophied and subdued grey substance. Their distinctively dark spiked skulls sit uncomfortably atop the beings, glancing around as their limbs holster big cleavers mounted to painfully bent wooden poles. 6 of them immediately charge at Aymeline and Bron, in an effort to defend their Darkmage master, while the other 4 set forth on a wild hunt for the illusive and elusive succubus.
Meanwhile, at the newly-arrived team's wagon, a heated argument occurred. Apparently Maria's appearance didn't help the archer's fighting spirit. Snapping towards the man with the talwar, the Imperial veteran appropriately voiced his concern and uncertainty of the group's risky venture, especially concerning the details of its success, and the survival of its participants, with carefully chosen words. "Aw fuck, there's Guardians here! Hey, fuck you, Salazar, this is beyond my fucking pay grade! Gimme my money, or I swear I'm shooting the both of you fucking-"
His argument was well countered by the man, who had been identified as Salazar. "Button it up! I triple your pay! Now shoot at the bad guys!" That done with, he immediately turned to the Guardian atop their team's wagon. "Well spoken, lady! But help us first!" Salazar's calm voice quickly picked up into a hurried one, as his eyes spotted something approaching from the sun. Not taking a moment to waste, the shield-knight called out the bogeys inbound instead, her eyes expressing fear and courage at the same time. Salazar, in the meantime, had already reached into his wagon to procure a few bottles of suspicious substances. Immediately throwing one at the cluster of inbound Darkwings, the shattered mixture burst into flame and torched half the batch alive, forcing the other batch to scatter and reconsolidate for another attack. "My wagon has valuables, healing potions, big damage! Protect it, and we live!" the man yelled out, before digging into the wagon again.
Things were definitely getting interesting.
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Hunting Grounds
Clanus hesitated in his answer for a bit, his eyes darting down towards the ground for but a split second. "Everythin's good, Leafa. I just... had to say g'bye to a few friends o'mine, is all." Standing upwards, he continued, with an arm outstretched. "C'mon, let's get back to the outpost. An' tell me more 'bout yer new pets on the way." He didn't have much experience with children prior to this, but it somehow occurred to him within the moment.
As the two make their way off, Jericho stuck by the men and fished out the crispy foods. It smelt horrible, but at least the guardsmen had some fun doing so, especially when one of the men did an impression of the Rank Commander, using a burnt rabbit's foot to imitate a comical mustache the men seem to fondly picture the viscount with.
-robert-