Take Back the Crown

Valeiah spotted the princess, bleeding pretty bad. Well, she might as well do what she had been trained to do. She chucked her dagger at an imp, losing her weapon, and ran to the princess. "Be still, I can fix this. Consider it my apology." She placed a hand on Lucasta's head.


@Queen of Fantasy
 

Svetlana had been knocked off the wagon by a particularly large imp, and she crashed into the mud. It only helped to fuel her more though, as the air around her began to crackle with energy in tune with her anger. It gave off a slight green glow as she slowly stood, and she gave the imp a glare with her flashing eyes. With the flick of her fingers, green fire enveloped it, turning it to a pile of ash that blew in the harsh wind the swarm had created. She continued to wave her hands in every direction, and with each swing she incinerated a dozen imps.


The sleek cat she had taken a shining to shifted into a giant burly bear, "Marvelous!" She laughed, "A bear? What a choice!" She continued with the onslaught of imps, their dark blood splattering the floor as well as the companies faces. It was a mess. Hopefully there would be a river nearby to wash off in once the ordeal was over.


Yaroslav jumped into action, swinging his axes in a graceful coordinated fury. Battle cries filled the air as he preformed a deadly dance with the imps, hacking and slashing them apart within seconds. Like his grandmother, the air around him crackled, green fire burst from the sharp edges of his weapons upon each impact. He twirled on his heels, kicking up mud and imp blood, perhaps some of which was from his companions.


Though he was caught up in the heat of battle, he could see Thora dart into the forest from the corner of his eye. It was dangerous for anyone to leave the safety of a group under an attack such as this, and Yaroslav doubted she could handle the imps on her own.


He hacked another, and was driven to quickly dart in after her, which was a difficult task to accomplish as he was being battered by devilish imps from every direction. They managed to tear at his skin despite its thickness, though he had faced much worse and was hardly phased by the small wounds he was receiving. His grandmother was probably in a similar state, or fairing even better than he considering her skill


He burst out of the bushes, relieved to see Thora was not all alone, but being assisted by an elf. A skilled one at that. A large imp zipped through the trees, it had a rusty sword in its hands raised and ready to hack at Thora. There were so many swarming, she nor the elf had noticed. With a grunt, Yaroslav spun his axe at the imp, it whistled through the air and pinned the creature to a tree with a loud thunk. He bounded toward the two, breathing heavily. He looked them over quickly to make sure they were okay, and though they weren't exactly 'okay,' he assessed they weren't injured badly. Sweat trickled off his nose, and strands of his red hair fell to his face. Without a word, he yanked the axe out of the imp, and slashed another, taking a strong stance as the creatures fell to the floor.


Svetlana let out a curse as the bear spoke to her. The princess was hurt, but there was no way she could heal her in their current position. She glanced around, looking for Yaro, if she were to finish this, she would need his help. She couldn't spot him anywhere and let out another curse. Despite her power and deep reserves of mana, she still had her limits. She had just enough energy left to destroy the rest of them, but that would leave nothing for her to heal the princess with. With a howl, she pushed both of her hands in the air, a burst of green magic poured out of her palms. Waves of her magic enveloped the group, her magic being calculated and careful not to hit her companions, it sought every last imp and consumed them in a wild green tempest. She lowered her hands when she felt the last of their life squelched, and fell to her knees with labored breaths. She would be okay, but she hadn't spent that much energy in almost a decade. The sky cleared, and the imps black charred bodies fell to the ground in soot and smoke. She turned her head to see Valeiah healing Lucasta. She was relieved to see that the princess would be alright, and that her skills would not be required to help her, but at the same time despised the fact it was being done by a stupid and ignorant sod of a healer. She sighed, and glanced around at the aftermath. There were lumps of imp parts everywhere, the earth was black and scorched from the heat of their battle, the stench smelt of burnt flesh and rot. Thankfully, they had not set anything on fire, but she chuckled at the thought of whoever would pass this way afterwards. It would be quite a bewildering and frightening sight to behold.
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Valeiah finished healing Lucasta and brushed off her hands, like there was dirt on them. But it wasn't dirt, it was blood. "There. Well, it seems that the imps are all dead, so I'll just be on my way." She turned and went to leave.
 
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Phaedra was reaching her limits, becoming barely able to hold off the swarms that launched themselves more and more aggressively at the trio. She couldn't even look to see how her new comrades were faring, but she didn't think they could be doing much better than she was, judging by the sheer numbers.

The fire in her hands had been snuffed with the last of her ashes burnt, and unable to recover more while in the middle of the chaotic battlefield that this simple forest road had become. She resorted to blasting back imps that came her or Ayda's way - now making Ayda her priority - with bursts of strong winds from her hands to save herself some time while she thought of another option. After all, her only weapon was her magic, really..

Suddenly, as soon as the struggle had almost become too much for her, she felt a wave of strong magic overwhelm her senses and watched as green fire rained down on the imps, extinguishing all that remained in the area. It miraculously missed her and her companions. It became so quiet compared to the chaos that surrounded her seconds prior - all she could do was stand there for a brief moment to take it all in.

The path was scattered with charred bodies. Perfect! She immediately made her way to the ashiest bodies and started salvaging ashes from them.

"Disgusting creatures... At least you turned out helpful in the end, hm?" She pocketed the ashes into a pouch, filling it to the brim. Afterwards, she went to Bo and Ayda's side. "I suppose that I should probably introduce myself to the rest of the group. That was fun! A little rough at the end there, but you really held your own!"

She seemed to mostly be directing her conversation to Bo, but she did glance over at Ayda as she spoke. Phaedra didn't feel nearly as bitter about protecting her now seeing that everyone was in one piece.

@soundofmind @QueenSaiko
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"Wait!" Oceana ground out. She limped to the wagons alongside a grumpy redheaded warrior, who she did not know the name of, and the nymph Thora.


"Dinnae go! Surely you see these people need you!" She cried to the green clad healer. Everyone was staring at her now, wary, weapons bristling. But the time had come to join them. And if she had her way, so would this other human.
 
AAAAaaand... they were all gone, so suddenly. He looked back at Svetlana, eyes wide. He could tell it was her magic just by the sheer size and skill of the green-tinted fiery strike on all of the imps. "Wow." There was so much carnage left behind after the attack, but he didn't spend time taking in the image of all of the dead bodies. Instead, his eyes were searching the area for everyone in their group, trying to see if they were all ok. Oh... no. They aren't.





From afar he could see the princess laying on the ground, and the (assumed) shape-shifting bear standing over her along with... Valeiah, was it? She was being tended to, but he was still concerned. How horrible would it be for their journey to be cut short so quickly if the princess were to be incapacitated severely, or worse? He drew his attentions away from the princess to help the girl with them get up. "You alright?" He asked, looking her over. She seemed to be fine. Phaedra was doing... wait, what was she doing?? Collecting the ashes of the dead corpses? If he were with a normal group, he'd be incredibly concerned (honestly, he still was), but she didn't look to be doing anything particularly weird with it. If you were to think for a moment, you'd realize you really have no right to call anyone here weird. You're all weird. So therefore, she is rendered normal, in comparison.





He also couldn't help but notice the disappearance of a few members of their crew. Yaro was gone, and so was some other woman he'd seen earlier. He couldn't recall her name or appearance. Probably because you didn't talk to her. That would make sense.





He turned to Phaedra as she came over. "Thanks..." He smiled briefly, but was distracted by what was going on over near the princess. Some elf had come out of the woods telling Valeiah to stay. "Hm. It seems you're not the only one who needs introducing." He waved with his hand for her and the girl to follow as he went to gather with everyone else. "C'mon."
 
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Abigail stepped away in her immense bear form and walked to the side of the road, falling onto her side. She grunted, and then the giant black bear shrunk and in it's place a young, tall, woman with long silver hair and large glowing purple eyes lay on her side. She slowly stood up and walked back to where the princess was, and leaned against the wagon. She rolled her shoulders, and then leaned over and looked at the princess. When she stood up she looked over as a new elf ran up to the group and called out to the departing healer. She also called to the healer and said, "If you leave and then the princess dies now, I will hunt you. I need the princess alive, however I do not care hugely about the others. Do not exert yourself beyond the ability to help the princess, for your own health." @Danika (My character is a bit of a grumpy bastard, plus extremely invested in getting the princess to the end of her journey xD . She does get less grumpy later on, but right now she has not been in human shape for a while which exacerbates things. Also because she has not been in human form in a while she has forgotten to form clothes, although her hair is long and thick enough to cover everything significant.)
 
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During the skirmish with the feral imps, the wagon that housed the stone imp was struck violently, making Pip, who was wrapped up in the peach bag, soar into the air. Crashing onto the trampled dirt, the sculpture lay helpless in the center of the bloody battlefield.

A Simple Egg]Lucas sat in his tree said:
@Abberakelaran[/URL] and Valeiah @Danika went to the royal blood's aid, Pip sighed in relief.


That was quite close. For a moment I thought she was done for. I'm glad the royal blood is safe... What? That's strange. I've never acted this way before. I have witness countless deaths, far more savage. Why do I feel so much concern for her and her sibling for that matter? My heart is made of only rock and dust... Huh... Well, as long as I follow the course, of not being involved, the master will have no reason to be displeased. It is the demon lord's mistake for making me merely an observer.

[QUOTE="Lo Alyssa]


Svetlana had been knocked off the wagon by a particularly large imp, and she crashed into the mud. It only helped to fuel her more though, as the air around her began to crackle with energy in tune with her anger. It gave off a slight green glow as she slowly stood, and she gave the imp a glare with her flashing eyes. With the flick of her fingers, green fire enveloped it, turning it to a pile of ash that blew in the harsh wind the swarm had created. She continued to wave her hands in every direction, and with each swing she incinerated a dozen imps.


The sleek cat she had taken a shining to shifted into a giant burly bear, "Marvelous!" She laughed, "A bear? What a choice!" She continued with the onslaught of imps, their dark blood splattering the floor as well as the companies faces. It was a mess. Hopefully there would be a river nearby to wash off in once the ordeal was over.


Yaroslav jumped into action, swinging his axes in a graceful coordinated fury. Battle cries filled the air as he preformed a deadly dance with the imps, hacking and slashing them apart within seconds. Like his grandmother, the air around him crackled, green fire burst from the sharp edges of his weapons upon each impact. He twirled on his heels, kicking up mud and imp blood, perhaps some of which was from his companions.


Though he was caught up in the heat of battle, he could see Thora dart into the forest from the corner of his eye. It was dangerous for anyone to leave the safety of a group under an attack such as this, and Yaroslav doubted she could handle the imps on her own.


He hacked another, and was driven to quickly dart in after her, which was a difficult task to accomplish as he was being battered by devilish imps from every direction. They managed to tear at his skin despite its thickness, though he had faced much worse and was hardly phased by the small wounds he was receiving. His grandmother was probably in a similar state, or fairing even better than he considering her skill


He burst out of the bushes, relieved to see Thora was not all alone, but being assisted by an elf. A skilled one at that. A large imp zipped through the trees, it had a rusty sword in its hands raised and ready to hack at Thora. There were so many swarming, she nor the elf had noticed. With a grunt, Yaroslav spun his axe at the imp, it whistled through the air and pinned the creature to a tree with a loud thunk. He bounded toward the two, breathing heavily. He looked them over quickly to make sure they were okay, and though they weren't exactly 'okay,' he assessed they weren't injured badly. Sweat trickled off his nose, and strands of his red hair fell to his face. Without a word, he yanked the axe out of the imp, and slashed another, taking a strong stance as the creatures fell to the floor.


Svetlana let out a curse as the bear spoke to her. The princess was hurt, but there was no way she could heal her in their current position. She glanced around, looking for Yaro, if she were to finish this, she would need his help. She couldn't spot him anywhere and let out another curse. Despite her power and deep reserves of mana, she still had her limits. She had just enough energy left to destroy the rest of them, but that would leave nothing for her to heal the princess with. With a howl, she pushed both of her hands in the air, a burst of green magic poured out of her palms. Waves of her magic enveloped the group, her magic being calculated and careful not to hit her companions, it sought every last imp and consumed them in a wild green tempest. She lowered her hands when she felt the last of their life squelched, and fell to her knees with labored breaths. She would be okay, but she hadn't spent that much energy in almost a decade. The sky cleared, and the imps black charred bodies fell to the ground in soot and smoke. She turned her head to see Valeiah healing Lucasta. She was relieved to see that the princess would be alright, and that her skills would not be required to help her, but at the same time despised the fact it was being done by a stupid and ignorant sod of a healer. She sighed, and glanced around at the aftermath. There were lumps of imp parts everywhere, the earth was black and scorched from the heat of their battle, the stench smelt of burnt flesh and rot. Thankfully, they had not set anything on fire, but she chuckled at the thought of whoever would pass this way afterwards. It would be quite a bewildering and frightening sight to behold.
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When the party had at last defeated Kvacht's imp army, Pip, still held by the boy, thought, So the party has won this battle. I am surprisingly pleased and impressed. They work well with one another. But it is a long journey forward and the demon lord will only become more determined to destroy each and everyone who dares to stand in the master's way! Do not take this battle as the final victory. You are not finished yet.
 
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Valeiah looked at Oceana. "Funny one. They don't want me here. Anyways, that old one can heal everyone." She pointed at Svetlana.
 

Phaedra followed Bo's gaze, quickly realizing that he was likely concerned for the well-being of the princess. From what she could see, the young woman was unconscious as the result of whatever injuries she must have sustained. Understanding his reasoning for hastening their regroup, she followed at his heels, leaving Ayda without another word. She assumed that the other woman would follow suit without further direction. Now that she was safe, she was no longer Phaedra's responsibility in her mind. Ayda looked to be around her own age, thus she found no need to babysit her any longer.

Finding no reason to start any conversation unless asked, she approached the group alongside Bo.

Once they were a reasonable distance away, she halted her approach and stood in place, watching the others fuss over Lucasta and the woman Valeiah. Phaedra was particularly intrigued by the bear that shifted into a human woman. How? Why? And what was she? She couldn't focus on one thing at once since there seemed to be quite a lot going on! There was a lot to stimulate her mind and send it in a spiral of curiosity. As a result, this made her appear detached - staring at the scene before her while absorbed in her thoughts - to others who may turn their attention to Phaedra.

@soundofmind @QueenSaiko
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"But when all the others were held down by the imps, YOU saved the princess! She needed you and you were there. That must mean something..."


Oceana was cut off by a coughing fit, some of the blood spatter from the imps had gotten in her mouth. It tasted horrible.
 
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"I was there, but it was probably just another brash decision that shouldn't have been done." She shrugged. "Besides, you would all have to follow me home so I could get supplies and who wants to do that? For all you know, I could be leading you into a trap." She was mad for some reason.
 
"We could always use another healer." Bo spoke up as he walked up, overhearing the conversation. "Especially with the road ahead of us."


He wasn't particualrly invested in the girl staying or not, but she certainly did prove useful - that is, when she wasn't holding knives to children's throats.
 
Thora took long deep breaths and hunched over, her hands on her knees, to rest. She straightened herself and pulled her long, colorful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her pointy ears. She turned to the fair elf that had saved her and noticed how she was in conversation with the human healer. So she turned attention to the other individual who had aided her, Yaroslav, the same man who had given her a horse. "Thank you," she said ever quietly as she approached the man who towered her in size. @Lo Alyssa
 
"What did you say you were doing again? If I'm going somewhere, I want it to be worth my time." Valeiah tilted her head up a bit, and after moving one of her long braids over her shoulder, crossed her arms.
 
The aftermath of the chaotic scene had seemingly left everyone quite disoriented. Nameen shook debris out of her white hair, and brushed imp innards off of her cloak, before proceeding to clean her sword of its bright crimson stains. She gazed around as she did this, watching the others as they recuperated. They're all still strangers to me.


Nameen made a face. If she was going to be with this group, she was bound to have to get to know some of them eventually. Excellent timing, to come to this conclusion after a certainly eventful fight. She thought to herself.


She peered around, but the others seemed to have formed groups with themselves, discussing various things that she was not apart of. Nameen scowled and continued to clean her weapon, while listening in on the large man, and another girl (Oceana was it?) attempting to convince the prince's attacker to join the group.
 
Abigail stalked forward within a couple feet of the odd healer, and stared into her eyes. She grunted and nodded to the newer person saying, "I can escort you to your home and back if you need supplies, but the old women has just released a great deal of magic. If you would like me to not take exception to the fact that you threatened the safety of the princess I would recommend you stay and help for now. (@Danika) Speaking of which I suppose I should introduce myself." She turned towards what of the group that was assembled and said, "I am Abigail Tetranna Drakkenwulf. Call me Tetra. I am here to see that your princess finishes her journey safely, as I need something from her when she has become the queen. I am invested in none of your lives, and I will warn you now anyone wanting to betray her goes through me. If any of you threaten the success of this quest I will kill you."


(;-; shes nicer later i promise. She is going to never leave anyone behind, and be niceish in general at least.)
 
Nameen almost smirked at the cat's, Tetra's, short speech.


Seems like there is someone else here who's as unhappy as I am. As well as having similar motives for being here.


@Abberakelaran
 

"Despite my lack of care for you..." Svetlana said with a smile, "Your skills were useful in this one instance. I'm no fool, nor am I prideful. Your abilities would prove useful to us again in the future... Taking back Algoran will be a very difficult task, I will not lie, and we will need as many alliances as we can form." She slowly walked over, "I am sure the princess would harbor no ill will against you, healer. And you two," she said looking at the other two strangers, the elf and the mage, "You assisted us whilst in dire need... You are welcome to our company as well, if you are interested that is."


Yaroslav nodded, "You're welcome... You should not run off like that though. If you ever need help, next time come to me." He said firmly, sheathing his blood stained axes. He usually didn't speak, or take introductions upon himself, but he made an exception this time. "My name is Yaroslav." He said, as he helped her up the incline, trying to get back to the group.
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Valeiah looked at Svetlana, still with her little attitude. "Says the one threatening me to leave not even an hour ago." She snorted, then looked at Tetra. "If you want to take me, you can. But I am rather quick in the trees."
 
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Well if there are to be more introductions...


"I am Oceana. And I have also come to pledge my service to the princess."


She said and knelt with a fisted hand over her heart.
 
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So many people. Tetra, please put on some clothes. Valeiah, please step down from your throne and save the sass for later. Oceana, thank you for not being problematic. And Svetlana... well, thank you. You saved all of us from a lot of trouble.


"And this is Phaedra." Bo added, pointing to her with both hands (finger guns), hoping that she didn't mind him inserting her in there. "She's cool."
 
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She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when the elderly woman spoke to her. She sensed a strong magical aura to her and she immediately recognized who she was. This woman could be none other than Svetlana. She was welcome to join? Phaedra barely contained her excitement. There truly would be nothing else she would rather be doing than tackling this quest head on alongside this group. This was the stuff of history, after all! What, in all honesty, could be more fulfilling to a thrill seeker?

On the surface, she didn't bat an eye, regarding Svetlana with a polite nod.

"I would be honored. I should introduce myself."

Phaedra was outwardly calm, cool, and collected, but inside? She was elated. She continued, addressing all others who may be listening. She nodded to Bo, who had introduced her, repeating after him.

"My name is Phaedra, and I will be traveling alongside you. If you'll excuse me.."

And with that, she moved away from the crowd, choosing to observe from a few paces away. While she was not against being social, she simply didn't feel comfortable at this time. It was somewhat overwhelming. She preferred to wait until Bo wasn't occupied - at this time, she was most comfortable speaking with him and thought maybe to ask him about the others later.​
 
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Thora let Yaroslav to help her back to the group. In their short trek back through the woods, she introduced herself as well, "Thora." She was not one with words either and so she remained just as silent as he, though her mind was plagued with guilt. She had brought others away from the princess and endangered them because it's safer in larger numbers. She didn't know how to express her feelings though, she watched her feet as she walked instead.


@Lo Alyssa
 
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Nameen decided that this was as good a time as any to finally speak up.


"Well as there are so many introductions going around," she began, before pausing out of hesitation. "My name is Nameen. Before today I had no intentions of helping to take back this country, but upon hearing of your plans I joined because I am hoping that the princess will grant me a favor when this is all over. I also hope that this journey will give me the chance to regain something I've lost."


She tilted her head upwards as she addressed everyone, trying to put something else other than bitterness onto her scarred face.
 
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