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[joshuadim]

Jirin brought up a hand to halt Serena's flood of words as his attention remained fixed on the tentacled monster. "I have fought this beast before and chased it to its slumber. Between its eyes, it is soft. Without its natural armor. Strike it there!" Jirin announced to everyone who would hear him, before planting his staff in the sands below. As the weave opened between him and Serena, just as

Master Fuji taught him years ago. Except, whereas he was comfortable then with the old turtle's weave, here he couldn't help but roll his eyes towards what was a bookworm's dream. Completely the opposite of someone with ventures such as his, as he rolled his eyes: "How droll." he muttered as he wrapped one hand around his weapon.

Soon, it began to grow in length by a few feet - copying familiar patterns to make up for the new room around the expanded staff's height. But it also took on a strange, impossible property: it began to bend as he put pressure on it. Like a catapult being drawn backwards, Jirin leaped to the top and began to pull down to build up stored momentum. He took a brief moment to slightly reorient, making sure that his path led directly towards the beast itself. With one eye closed he made the best guess instinctive calculation that he could, before nodding.

Unplanting his feet from the ground, the staff whipped back to its original shape and set both it and him flying like a bird through the air. And just as quickly, he - again - focused on his staff with the weave given so as to reinforce his staff. Its density grew, its inner core structure becoming much thicker in its composition, and Jirin let out a battle howl as he prepared an overhead strike straight onto the beast's dome.

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[Eccentric_Undead]

Avanok the Necromonger​

Soaring through the air, when his name was called his eyes turn back to see that he needed to rescue someone. Vells was in a bit of trouble. Interesting to say the least. The whale was busy blocking off some of the tentacle swings, it's undead body taking the strikes with little damage that wasn't already there. The tiger sharks had found a tentacle and they were in the process of ripping it to shreds. Of course, there was a bit of a concern. Everything was going wrong. Uninvited guests, a suspicious monkey and even this kraken. All of it was becoming a bit much. At this point he began to wonder if they were all worth saving. Was it worth putting in the effort to save this girl? Well, at the very least she was needed for the mission so he had no choice.

It was almost amazing every time he showed off just how good he was in the air. With what seemed like no effort at all he turned on a dime. The tip of his wing barely grazing the water as he found the tentacle that had his companion wrapped up. Once he was in line with that tentacle, his talons dug into its flesh. Slicing it open as he dragged them down towards his companion. With what seems like a single motion, he spun himself just behind Vells. His massive wings creating a strong gust of air all around him, almost like a blast wave. It was hard to see to the naked and untrained eye, but his sharp talons ripped through the strong flesh of this cricket, severing about 10 feet of tentacle from the body. The part wrapped around Vells began to convulse on the sand next to her. The owl landed as if nothing happened, looking down at the other mage

"Gather yourself quickly. We may need to fight that monkey after this."

Avanok looked at the tentacle. He thought it might be kind of useful, so he placed one talon on the tentacle and attempted to reanimate it. He closed his eyes, casting the reanimation (roll: 1). After a moment, he realized that he didn't have enough power to do so. Probably due to his weave to reanimate the sea creatures. Choosing not to focus on it, he instead turned and swiftly took off again, finding the wounded tentacle and digging his talons in, swooping down the appendage towards the head and ripping a new line down it.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Mitsunari Seikatsu

While the other figures who dotted the beach were occupied with saving one another or combatting the sea monstrosity, Mitsunari was focused elsewhere. He'd done his share of casting and now he'd set his sights on the spellwork of others. He listened intently to Serena's proposed plan, and took from it that she was familiar with combat magic, but more than that she was a sharp and creative mind. A quick thinker and a bonus for producing viable plans of action.

Avanok, while not displaying a show of magic, did demonstrate his usefulness and aerial capability as well as pure ferocity. It was a swift, impressive feat that reminded Mitsunari magic was not everything and that he would need to be careful with the buttons he pressed with this group.

But perhaps the most impressive was the monkey creature who after weaving with others, manipulated the dimensions of his weapon and struck out on his own against the creature. Perhaps it was a foolish act, but he claimed to be familiar with the beast. "If he has bested this behemoth before then why permit it to live? It is serves a purpose then it is unlikely that he will kill it this time and our ship will remain at risk." He was mostly speaking to himself, but he did speak aloud.

 

[RikuXIII]

Catching up her kukri, Isa whirled back to the battle at hand. So, a sea beastie that wasn’t really coming on land to duke it out, so she’d need to go meet it out there or try ranged magic. Well, her range was shite, and her swimming was only slightly better. Fantastic.
Slowing her breathing, she focused her magic within, channeling it through the Seed in her chest. Branches sprouted from her flesh; immediately twisting to interlace around the Wyld Mage to form a living armor of tainted wood.
“Right.” Isa said, her voice slightly muffled inside her wood armor. “Let’s do this.”
The arrival of another, bigger symyan was one more headache she didn’t want, but the first headache was now launching attacks on the beach. She took a swing at one of the tentacles, but it swerved out of reach to hit the tree the monkey man had been in. Growling in frustration, she coiled her muscles for a leap towards the kraken assisted by her magic, but again her control wavered. With no magical “umph” her leap ended with a clumsy landing in the water. Gods, she missed her elixir right about now.
With some buoyancy from the armor, Isa looked skywards to see two dark shapes. One of the them, the symyan, seemed to have the right idea for a strike on the beastie. Now, for a little help from the other shape.
“Hey, big bird!” The floating mage called to Avanok. “Can you give me a pick up and drop off for the squidy?”

 

[Dest]

Shaking away the taste of peaches and wine, while also noting the information about the Symyan for later, Serena looked over the battlefield. A dozen plans were created and discarded in a matter of seconds as the alchemist took in the damage done to the creature, the position of her allies, and even the condition they were in factoring through her mind. Making a decision, she rushed towards the downed Hawthorn and the small group around her, drawing her daggers as she did so.

"Professor, I'll need some help for this," Serena called out to the dean of weather once she was close enough, skidding to a stop next to the injured woman. "I want to try to take away that things advantage. We can't get close enough to do some proper damage, and the water is helping to protect it from the worst of the damage we can deal, so why not take that water away? I think I should be able to convert enough of the area around it into stone to give all of us some proper footing and take away some of its mobility, at least with some help I should be able to."
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[Goonfire]

Hew Thalassan

Hew focused wordlessly on his weave. He felt his own echo, along with the prickle of the ice queen's fortifications on his skin and the gaze of the long-deceased in his darkened peripheral vision. The latter was familiar to him, the beckoning of death something necromancers encountered daily. Others came to Vells's aid, relieving the necromancer; it was far too early on their journey for one to die. He had no perfumes or embalming supplies, so her zombified corpse was sure to stink the whole time if he forced her to finish the mission.

"Whatever you're doing, please... do it quickly," Hew asked of Serena, who now stood next to him and Hawthorn. "Here." In response to her concerns, he willed the tiger sharks to try sinking their remaining teeth into one of the tentacles each. The cartilaginous skeletons' flexibility allowed them to fair better against the thrashing as they attempted to restrict movement. Avanok had the whale in the perfect spot already, blocking additional lashes.

As Hew focused on the carnage underwater, he realized something: gallons of fresh blood were spilling into the sea. Surely, outside help was not far off... He leaned from side to side, watching for additional dorsal fins.

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[Eccentric_Undead]

Avanok the Necromonger​

The ocean was now stained with blood. Avanok had created a giant cut that started from the tip of the injured tentacle and traveled all the way up to the krakens head, where it then spiraled up. Blood oozing from every possible inch of the cut. It wasn't too terribly deep, his talons were not long enough to do that, but it definitely helps slow the beast down and give the beast a timer. It could only fight for so long before it ran out of blood. A simple tactic, but one that worked on every living creature. A battle of attrition coupled with a relentless attack was sure to bring victory. This was the kind of thinking that allowed him to be one of the better fighters of the group. This was basic knowledge for creatures that lived a wild life before becoming awakened.

After making a swift turn, he heard Isa request a little bit of teamwork. Of course, the monkeys massive staff also caught his eye, but that wasn't too much of a worry. His body glided to the air, almost unnaturally since he was so large. In one swift movement he flew by, grabbed Isa and threw her as hard as he could down towards the kraken, making sure she landed just off to the side of where the staff would hit.

He took this moment to judge the location of all the undead sea creatures they had. The whale was in perfect position, blocking tentacles strikes and making sure that it took most of the damage itself. The sharks were spreading out damage wonderfully. It was a masterful team effort on everyone's part. Eventually, he simply landed on the beach next to the sapient monkey. He tilted his head, looking down at the monkey with a curious gaze. For just a moment it was like two Titans looking at each other. Two beings who knew how to fight beyond Magic. There was a sort of wild instinct about them. It was dangerous. These two were dangerous.

Eventually, he decided that there was no point in them fighting right now. Avanok tilted his head "You're interesting. Remind me to study you later." he took off, flying into battle once again.

 

[Zazz]

The Dean of Weather took advantage of her open weave with the necromancers, using the waves to pull Vells higher up the beach. She flinched as Serena came skidding to a halt next to her, a fierce lick of pain shooting up her leg at the movement. Her focus on the weave ended abruptly, leaving Avanok and Hew to their undead, underwater beasties. She held back her curses, years of training with her father reminding her how irresponsible and inexcusable breaking a weave unintentionally was.

Hawthorn listened to the young alchemy mage's plan. Oft had she found Serena in the library, pouring over books. She knew the girl to be inquisitive, and knowledgeable in her craft. Hawthorn nodded wordlessly, protecting her misshapen leg from the weight of itself, and opened up for yet another weave.

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[Dest]

Bracing herself for a moment, Serena opened herself to the professor, unconsciously shivering in reaction to the false ice, and focused her magic forwards into the sand and water. Crouching down and placing her hands on the ground, she began to focus on manipulating the fabric of its existence, drawing forth the image she wanted and focusing on the idea of the water hardening, shifting, and becoming more than it was. Under her hands, stone began to spread and began creeping forwards slowly at first but rapidly growing faster as it got further and further from her hands. As it hit the water, it began to fight against the waves of the creatures thrashing, spreading and surrounding the creature widely before forcing it into a smaller and smaller circle. In various spots around the growing stone platform the sea remained exposed, giving the Necromancer’s creatures the chance to continue their attacks and escape.

“Done!” As soon as enough stone had been made, Serena half collapsed onto the sand. She panted as she forced herself back to her feet, drawing her daggers and getting ready to continue the fight. “Hope that gives everyone a proper chance to attack that thing!”

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[SilverFlight]

Vells felt the air being squeezed from her lungs. The edges of her vision began to go dark as stars blinked across the scene. Then she felt the depression of air as great wings settled above her. She heard the sticky rending of flesh and felt the muscles that held her loosen. Then she was falling. She hit the water and suddenly the water rose to meet her. A wave carried her gently to the shallows, where she hauled herself up, gasping. Her sides burned and ached, but she was more or less unharmed.

She turned to watch her team fight. "That's the way!" Vells shouted, as the undead creatures tore at any flesh they could reach. Vells saw the monkey leap, but the creature had obviously learned from a previous encounter; it turned as it caught sight of Jirin, forcing his strike wide. No good. The creature would need to be restrained.
Serena had a brilliant solution, forming rocks from the minerals in the water. With a weave, the crystals thickened and constricted, forcing the creature into a tighter ring while still allowing the undead to do their work.

Vells saw the stain of blue blood leaking out of the beasts' many wounds...blood. It wasn't iron-based, as human blood was, but perhaps that didn't matter?
She focused, brought her will around the energy, felt it take hold. She would need more power though.
"If someone isn't tapped yet, I could use a hand."

It was small at first, a tiny tendril of dark blue against the cerulean of the waves, but the thing line coiled around one thick tentacle. It locked it tight, drew it down. The beast threashes against the sharks and the whale, and now this new threat.

It's writing managed to catch one of the undead sharks, crushing it against Serena's stone construct. Vells struggled to hold her line, but they needed more, and they needed one to perform the final blow in the weak spot Jirin had indicated, once the kraken was subdued.



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[Zazz]

As the young alchemist tapped into the weave, Hawthorn closed her eyes in mild relief; in Serena's echo she felt the comfort of a grand library full of dusty parchment. Remnants of the file she had re-read on the ship came to her in soft, fervent whispers. It was a welcome change from the two necromancers. She opened her eyes to see the rock spread over the water's surface, much like she had intended with the ice sheets. It was impressive, especially for one as young as Serena.

Soon enough, the beast was surrounded by stone. Hawthorn gently dipped out of the weave. "Well done," she told Serena. Breathing slowly through her pain, the dean took the opportunity to place the others in her surroundings. Bunny Ears had become a spriggan of sorts, and the necromancers were still teamed up. Vells was back on dry land, thankfully.

The blood mage called for more help, and Hawthorn, feeling rather useless on her rear, was happy to oblige. "What happened to being careful, Muir?" Hawthorn teased, opening up for Vells once again.

 

[joshuadim]

His strike having missed, Jirin was faced with the prospect of crashing into the water from his momentum. Fortunately for him, his staff was already within and so he instinctively turned his efforts towards avoiding getting wet and personal with the beast. Focusing on his staff again, he worked to change its property of length so as to keep him above the surface. (Roll 1d6 = 6) And it worked, perhaps a little too well, as the surge of his magic flowed into the staff and sent him careening into the sky above as it continued to grow well beyond what he had originally intended.

The Monkey King now lorded over the scene with an aerial view as he now determined his next course of action. "Damn... didn't mean that to happen." he grumbled under his breath in annoyance. He wouldn't let anyone down below hear his frustrations, as that would imply them understanding that this was an accident. If anything, this could not be turned to his advantage!

...if he didn't screw up again.

"Pah! As if I would!" Jirin announced to no one in particular as he balanced on one foot in a delicate pose, creating his next plan of attack.

He pulled out a few strands of hair from his furred head and let out a mischevious cackle. "Hoo hoo hoo... this will be a good one." he muttered, before channelling his magic again. (Roll 1d6 = 2) It was then that his hair in his hand changed in property, becoming stiff in structure and sharp like needles. With a wild grin, he looked down below and nodded to himself: "Alright, its showtime!"

With one hand he gripped along the length of his extended staff so as to slide down methodically, so as to get closer to the beast. After all, he wanted to localize the nuisance he was about the create for this old nemesis. As its head and eyes grew bigger in his sights, he then let out a holler as he flung the needle-hairs straight at the beast!

 

[Zazz]

As time wore on, Hawthorn used the weave with Vells as something to focus on while her hands worked at freeing her foot. Careful not to put pressure on her leg, she untied the leather lacings down the side of her boot. Lifting her pant leg was agony; the leg had begun to swell, and every movement felt like a hot sword being hammered into the bone. She couldn't move it. If the sea beast made it to shore, she'd be a sitting duck.

The weather mage pushed her magic to aid Vells, knowing that if the blood mage went down, she was never walking again. Everything was riding on the redhead staying alive.