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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 8, 2020 4:19:21 GMT
Onyx Drakenskal, the Dragon Atop the World, the Cornucopia of Gems, the Goldblood, King of Fang and Claw, and heir of the Drakenskal hoard, was attempting to add another glorious deed to his illustrious life story.
“Ow! Not like that!”
“That wasn’t right…”
“It’s fine, just try- OUCH.”
“Sorry!”
“Okay, this position isn’t working, let’s try-” Lom’s advice on the deed was interrupted when the entire mountain shook. From inside Onyx’s dark, contained room, it felt more like the entire world bounced beneath them. They came down a good foot off the bed, spitting more curses than a stoic pair of dwarves normally would. Within a few minutes, they were wandering the hallways of the dwarven compound, drawing the stares of confused dwarves looking for answers. “Everybody’s staring at me.” Lom mumbled. She couldn’t get much more hidden under her blue armor, and that failed to hide her chubby blue cheeks, yellow eyes, and the occasional glimpses of her strange, sharp teeth.
“They have never seen a blue dwarf. To be fair to them, 6 months ago, neither had I.” Onyx kept a cool expression, at least as far as could be seen under his glasses. “That doesn’t make me like it. I’m flying ahead.” Lom whistled and her armor responded. It was a solid cobalt blue, metallic but not metal. In reality, the whole thing was carved from the carapace of an enormous beetle, slain by Lom herself. It would have been easier had she already had the beetle’s armor, for its great advantage was what it carried over from its former occupant. At Lom’s whistle, two fans of pure magic flashed from her back, forming swiftly into wings. Her worried frown vanished as she took off, leaving Onyx briefly alone. He grumbled and followed the slow way, turning down several more hallways until he arrived at the home he sought.
His knuckles rapped steel until a nervous dwarf opened up. His hair was wild, equal parts platinum and scarlet. The rest of him called to mind a human cosplayer at a steampunk convention, with heavy, brass-enhanced leather gloves and sparkling goggles. “I didn’t do it!” He yelled immediately. “You could have destroyed the mountain! We’re lucky if nobody is dead!” Onyx grabbed the smaller dwarf’s vest, slamming him against the wall. “I didn’t do it, I swear! I sold off all my gravity devices! See, I have proof!” He groped along the wall until he found what he was looking for, a strange little device with unusual graphs displayed all over. “What’s this?” Onyx dropped the shaken mad scientist to take the device. “A seismometer. I used it to measure the impacts of my gravity experiments, back when I did those, but now it went crazy on its own, and it’s still going! Whatever shook the mountain, it’s still happening!” He pointed at the graph, and he was right. Whenever the graph line spiked, Onyx could feel a slight rumble. “Great. Make whatever you can of the data. You have an hour before the council meets.” He threw the device back and strode out, already making his first calls.
A little over two hours later, the last of the council members had finally arrived in Onyx’s living room. The council was the fundamental building block of dwarven governance, a small group of elected elders who decided things too big for one dwarf and represented the mountain to outside parties. Onyx was not technically a part of the council, but his family had sufficient pull he could call a meeting at will and only be forced to put up with an extra hour of waiting as sleepy elders were herded to the meeting. “Is this about that racket? I nearly up and finally bit the big one when I got dumped out of bed!” Elder Verdeep was the oldest member of the council, pushing her 200th birthday, but she was still built like a dwarf half her age.
“Yes, the racket, as you call it. At about 8:30 this evening, the entire mountain was shaken by something. I called you all up to discuss what to do about it, and I wrangled some of our tinkerers and oracles to see if they could find out just what we’re actually planning against.” Onyx waved to the technician he had roped in, drawing him forwards. “So, uh, we’ve ruled out most of the major possibilities. It isn’t mundanes testing weapons again, and it’s not dragons fighting like the dwarves of Mount Saint Helens had to deal with a while back.” He showed a series of charts displaying the differences between the signatures, but they were pretty illegible to a layman. “It took a while, but eventually, uh, one of us used a mundane radiation-measuring device just on a whim and well, readings are higher than they should be by a pretty wide margin.”
“How much!?” The hypochondriac Elder Hesk yelped from his chair. “Not harmful! Uh, not yet. Not to us, but if any of you knows a human or a goblin, uh, warn them. But they’ve climbed slowly over the past hour, and, well, all the data only matches one thing. A Uranium Elemental has likely emerged through the crust and is making its way up the caverns below.” The proclamation was met with a series of gasps and squeaks of terror. Onyx understood damn well why everybody was scared. Uranium Elementals were some of the rarest, most dangerous creatures in all the world.
Normally they remained deep in the mantle, but very rarely, one would make its way to the surface and devastated whatever happened to be overhead. They were invincible walking nukes, undeterred by any show of force and capable of killing without intent through sheer bulk and force of radiation. “How long would we have before it climbed all the way up here?” Onyx asked. “If it emerged from the Worldbreak, as it almost certainly did, then judging by what we know of their speed… we have 22 hours before it reaches the surface. But only five before it would start to undermine the mountain with its tunneling. Any amount of damage to the earth directly beneath the mountain could cause thousands to die.” With that sobering statement, the scientist slunk out of the attention of the elders. They immediately began squabbling.
“Rally the militia!” “Prepare for evacuation!” “Call the HWIC!” “We aren’t getting humans involved in our matters, are you insane!?” “I am going. Have the militia start evacuations.” Onyx stood, grabbing up his weaponry, all in disguised form. “You are sure?” Veerdeep asked as he tightened his tie. “Yes. Our militia has not faced an actual fight for 20 years, and that was against a single drunk hobgoblin. Have them handle evacuation in case I fail.” Onyx grabbed his cell phone, flipping through contacts. “And you alone will do better!?” Hesk growled, slamming his cane for emphasis.
“Don’t scratch my floor, old man! Of course I won’t do better alone! That’s why I’m calling help!” He thought for a second about who he expected could mobilize in the time they had. Not the HWIC. They couldn’t get permission to operate here quickly enough. No, he’d have to keep this local. “Lom, can you find that human who’s been living here and ask him if he wants to help? I’m making some calls.” He tapped the number of the human he had sparred with just a few mountains over. Hopefully she was still here. He would need all the help he could get.
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Post by othus on Jan 8, 2020 12:25:23 GMT
Earth.
Leor looked at the night sky decorated by the northern lights. Where was he? Was it really ok to be in this planet? The young poreal didnt know many things, but he knew his kind were not allowed to leave the ship. Was he gonna get punished? The idea made him tremble. And then there was the artifact, an ancient gear. If the higher poreals saw him with it he would surely be killed! But then again, he couldnt just get rid of it, gears were sacred artifacts worth far more than his meaningless life, and it was only the size of a coin, so carrying it around wasnt much trouble
The drifter had been taken in by an old dwarf,for the past month Leor swept the floors, did the dishes,the laundry, cut logs and mined ore. In exchange, the dwarf let him stay with the goats.It was quite a surprise to see someone requested his presence, for all he knew, nobody cared about him, but it seems people had noticed his arrival.
"Help with the issue on the mountains? Y-yeah, I'll go as soon as i can my lady, i just have to make supper for the Master first" He replied as he put on a flowery apron that the dwarf had given him, perhaps to get a laugh out of the boy.
It was only 10 minutes later that Leor rushed to the place he had been told, he really felt nervous, would they be mad that he made them wait? The young poreal waited on the door, slightly trembling, not by the cold, but by the idea of being punished for taking so long.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 8, 2020 15:40:36 GMT
Inside a hidden apartment in New York, there was a small group of people living in. A kid, a woman and an angel. The outside of the apartment seemed normal, but once you entered its roof you'll find sigils and pentagrams written all over the floor, walls, doors and even windows. You shouldn't risk yourself yet, you are not completely healed - Gallerian warned as he finished healing a wound from the woman's body. Golden curly hair was tied up in a ponytail, eyes rolling as she was being scolded - Ya' aren't fun at all. Ya' know what doesn't kill ya', makes ya' stronger - She protested. Her left wrist and arm were covered in burn scars, she had to do it herself to destroy the written sigil that once allowed her to get possessed by a nightmare. Fergus, the corrupted angel, left her body after taking her son's. Now they needed to hide, but she couldn't wait to make her body stronger to take back the child she gave birth almost 23 years ago. Resting in the couch, she saw the cellphone the young priest and nephew, Thomas Sillything had gave her. It was beeping How was this thing again?... ah right, right, up and suoosh! - She unlocked it - Oh? Is Beard-On Is that the man you met at the mountains? Does he want to kick your butt again? - The angel teased, this time, as he put a blanket on the other member of their little team, the young priest was sleeping in another couch, anyone could tell he was sleep deprived as he had terrible dark circles under his eyes. Heeeh? I didn't lose! We stopped to drink! drink! - She sulked - We'll I'll be goin', take care of the kiddo - She said as she took her leatehr jacket and left. Teleporting surely is an ability most creatures should have, it makes errands easy, there won't be any problems if you sleep a few minutes more, it also was the nicest escape from embarrassing situations. She appeared almost a few meters afar from the dwarf's house. That bonsai lumberjack must have a good reason to call her, maybe he accepted being her drinking buddy. The weather was nice, the low temperatures helped to decrease the burning sensation from her left arm.
Noticing the boy that was also waiting at the door, she decided to approach him just to pass the time. Yo! Are ya' waiting for Beard-On too? - She patted the poreal's shoulder - I think ya' are a bit young for drinks, ya' still smell like milk! - She teased with a wide smile.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 8, 2020 21:07:07 GMT
Melin's breaths were heavy, his brow sweaty, and his legs jelly. As he approached the heavy doors leading to Onyx's house, he cursed himself for not researching how difficult the trek to this place was. He could've rented a yale or something instead of walking the difficult trail clearly made to protect the dwarves from foreign incursions. Such precautions weren't really needed in modern times and, with the advent of aircraft, weren't particularly effective. This only made the location more interesting to the animancer. A lot of history went into building this location as it is now and a lot of history must be located behind those doors.
Melin had arranged this visit with Onyx a week ago. The dwarf supposedly possessed a large collection of antiques, particularly old weapons that interested Melin. If he could look over the collection, perhaps there was something worth buying or trading for. When the meeting was arranged, the animancer's squeal of joy was enough to scare half the cats in the neighborhood and at least as many dogs.
Now, as he stood in front of Onyx's place catching his breath, he noticed he wasn't the only person there. He quickly brushed off the dirt that stuck to his robe during the climb. "Oh, hello," he wheezed. "Fellow historians, huff huff, I presume? It's so, wheeze, nice meeting other enthusiasts. Did Mr. Drakenskal, fuu, forget to mention he was holding an auction?"
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 9, 2020 8:07:20 GMT
Located in the far northern regions of Sweden, the frigid kingdom of Välstånd was operating relatively normally for the tiny Hidden World nation. Tourists dotted the freshly-groomed snowy hill near a resort, while cars made their way up the mountain on a completely clear road kept free of snow by magic lamp posts that also served as catalysts for the spell that kept the roads warm. A few heavily armored trucks were among the cars going downhill, carrying some of the kingdom’s prized resources; Arctic Everfrost. A clear mineral dug from the kingdom’s mines that was durable, and also served as a fantastic conductor for electricity. Plenty of companies purchased the mineral for their machines, or to make glass that surpassed even the bulletproof variety.
Near the top of the mountain, a massive grey castle loomed over the surrounding area. Several banners of blue, white and gold fluttered in the icy winds, with dozens of people armored in thick woolen coats that matched the banner’s colors standing watch, their faces barely visible from beneath the hoods. To the right of the castle, a clear dome housed hundreds of colorful plants, the dome dotted with posts that kept a similar heating spell on it to let the dome remain free of snow cover.
Inside the castle, a blond woman set down the black-cased phone she used for work calls, having just spoken with Onyx and heard his pleas. “My, that was a surprise. Our correspondence with the dwarves is usually limited, right Isak?” Audrey asked a tall man sitting on a deep maroon chair next to her desk. He looked around 42 years old, with a few grey hairs poking out from the short mat of red. The blue armor he wore was lined with a shiny white metal, obviously well taken care of. “You got that right. They rarely want to even talk to us, let alone arrange a meeting. Sound serious?” Isak asked the blond lady. Audrey nodded her head. “I do believe so. He wishes for us to send a small force to their caves, but with the size of their caverns…” “I get you. You want the both of us to march up there and deal with whatever beasty is up there.” He stated, Audrey letting out a sigh and folding her hands onto her lap. “Precisely. I take it you have no issues with this?” She asked, Isak leaning back in his chair and putting his fingers onto his bearded chin. “I do have one question. Should the princess of this great nation be doing this herself?” He asked, a smile appearing on his face as Audrey’s face grew a far smaller smile. “By your face, I’m sure you realize the answer. I am one of the finest warriors in the kingdom, and a diplomatic mission should have an appropriate ambassador, am I wrong?” She asked, moving her head curiously. Isak let out a hearty laugh. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess! We shall leave immediately!”
After several minutes, the two took off down the mountain on top of two goat-like creatures that had legs longer than horses, easily galloping through the thick snowy path. The creatures had bright white fur that would make them blend in perfectly with the snowy landscape, the sides of them strapped with various supplies for the two on their journey. Audrey was now clad in a suit of shiny white armor with dark blue trimming along the front, with a thick black coat over it that billowed in the wind as they rode. Isak wore a similar coat over his own armor, allowing his hood to break the frigid wind they were riding into.
Coming upon the end of the path, Audrey spotted a few people already standing in front of the large metal door that led into the dwarf’s city. Isak eyed them all with suspicion. “Looks like they dug up quite a crew. Recognize any of them?” He asked. Audrey shook her head. “I’m afraid not. But I am confident they will be helpful here.” She said reassuringly. The bizarre woman in the leather jacket caught Isak’s attention. Why was she standing in this frigid weather dressed like that? Likely some kind of enhanced human that didn’t mind the cold as much.
Once the two got within a few meters of the group, Audrey gave them all a polite wave, pulling her leg over the side and disembarking. Pulling her hook back and fixing her hair with one motion of her right hand, Audrey gave them all a polite smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Audrey Swanson, princess of this wonderful country of Välstånd. This is my bodyguard, Isak.” By this point, Isak had disembarked and gave them all a nod. Seeing that one of the men was currently being talked to by the odd woman, Audrey turned her attention to Melin, extending her hand for him to shake. “If I may ask, has anybody contacted the dwarves about opening this door? It would be dreadful to stand out in the cold unnecessarily, right?” She asked, giving the historian a friendly smile.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 10, 2020 5:08:38 GMT
A mere moment after Audrey climbed the hill, a small, glowing figure came flying round the mountain. “I’m sorry, people! Onyx is busy! You need to hit the doorbell!” Sputtering and sparking, the little figure skid to a stop beside them. When she was still, it was unclear exactly what she was. She could either be a dwarf or a goblin, but neither was particularly known for having wings. Those wings quickly vanished as she walked forward to jam on the doorbell. “You need to hit it a lot sometimes.” She mashed it a few more times while looking over the group, doing a quick role call and realizing there were people she didn’t know. Leor was the only one she had ever met in person, and even then only a few minutes ago. Elatha and Audrey he could guess at from what Onyx said about the people to look out for. Issac she overheard described as a bodyguard, so she know what he was up to, but she didn’t recognize the sweaty guy at all.
“Um, I’m sorry, if he had an auction, I think it’s cancelled…” She mumbled and the door swung open, revealing Onyx. His usual suit had been shed in favor of golden armor that covered him from head to toe. “Shit, I didn’t cancel your appointment. Whatever, get in here anyway.” Onyx grumbled, waving at Melin in particular as he turned around, short red cape waving. He was about to explain more when another head came into view, a traveler on the path. He paused to wait and found himself baffled. It was a young human woman, in her late teens or early 20s, borne on a litter carried by the dead.
Four shambling corpses took stumbling steps, flesh looking soapy and grimy with preservative gels, eyes glowing an unnatural green. Solid clubs of steel dangled in their unused arms, so loosely held they seemed ready to drop them. Behind were two ghouls, snapping, ravenous things, muscles bent to more raptorial shape, spines arched forwards so much they pushed off the ground on all fours on the steep path. Their spidery fingers flexed, prognathic jaws snapping around at insects and shadows that passed near. Behind them were the rear guard, two gleaming white skeletons, carefully polished and even painted up with makeup to accentuate their facial features. Onyx had never seen skeletons holding assault rifles before, and now that he had, he didn’t like it.
He almost missed the last member of her party, walking among the skeletons. It was another skeleton, but tiny, child-sized. Definitely not just a skeleton from something naturally small, the skeletal structure was juvenile. This one was in a cheap, frilly princess outfit, bright purple standing out among the nightmare around her. The sword at her hip, however, wasn’t fake. That much was clear even in its sheath. It was long enough that its tip nearly touched the ground as she skipped forwards. Finally he forced himself to look back at the leader of the pack. She looked like the result of a Disney princess marrying her villain. Pretty face with a twisted royal look. Black fancy Russian hat curled tight on her head, pitch black coat over a deep purple dress. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she wasn’t heels. They were just really nice boots. Black of course. She whistled and the tiny army came to a halt.
Her body floated from the pillows where it rested like a feather in the wind, coming down to kneel before Onyx. “King Over the Mountain! I am Cherry Simmons, agent of Friends of the Dead, here to request your permission to enter your mountain’s great catacombs! I seek only knowledge in exchange for my forces.” She looked up, sweet smile on her lips. “...yeah, whatever.” He led everybody into the living room, trying to ignore her smell. Layers and layers of deodorant trying to cover a distinct scent of rot. He was surprised those creeps in Scotland had responded so quickly. Maybe they smelled a chance to scoop up a few thousand corpses when this thing broke the surface and sent somebody to investigate.
“Well, I suppose I should explain this again for those who weren’t privy to my calls. A beast known as a uranium elemental is emerging from the earth’s crust far beneath this mountain. In less than five hours, it will start to undermine surface structures. The entire mountain could collapse. If it emerges onto the surface, the radiation will become a problem for the nearby humans. If we hit it hard and early, we could make it decide to go back under. Now, I know some of you did not know the full extent of this danger. If you wish, you can back out now and I will not blame you. I just ask that you join our evacuation efforts.” Onyx pointed to a map being displayed at his back. It showed layers of caverns and tunnels beneath them like some sort of bizarre cake, little notes and sketches detailing features. “My boss has made a deal and is containing monsters driven up to inhabited layers here. Deeper is territory that we do not know. No dwarf has lived there in millennia. We will have to work our way through that to cut the creature off. Any questions?” Onyx paused, but not for long. Cherry was smirking like she knew something, but he wasn’t going to ask her. He’d rather not talk to her at all, really.
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Post by othus on Jan 10, 2020 5:57:05 GMT
A chill ran down Leor's spine when Elatha addressed him. He jumped in surprise only to find a woman who looked rather different from any dwarf he had seen before.
"Oh hi, milk? S-sorry, i sleep next to the goats at the stable milady."-he replied at her as he looked away, why was she speaking like that? Was she not repulsed by him? Or maybe she was trying to intimidate him?!!
Leor's train of thought was stopped once the second person arrived. He had an elegant appearance that reminded him of the poreal court wizards, when he presented himself as melin, Leor straightened himself and saluted with a fist set at chest level.
"I am but a slave sir, Leor Saros at your service"
This man was clearly important if he was refering to lord drakenskal by name.- Leor thought. The surprises wouldn't stop there, as what appeared to be a living work of art appeared before his eyes. She was like the snow, eyes Shining like the northern lights. When she introduced herself as the Princess of Valstand it all made sense. Leor gave some steps back just so that she wouldnt be inconvenienced by having to breathe the same air as her. But would that be enough? Her bodyguard was gonna beat him up now, wasnt he?
Why were all these important people gathering?! He was entirely out of place here! It wasnt long before the stench came. A smell he knew all too well. Death.
When Leor turned his face went pale, that was not natural, a monster with dead slaves. The young Poreal had to run away and vomit on a tree nearby. What the hell was that? He didnt want to go back, this entire thing was completely beyong his comprehension, they told him it was about helping with a problem on the mountains, why was the princess of the country needed for that? Now he definitely couldnt run away. Leor walked back in line just in time to be greeted by Onyx.
The dwarf's suggestion of running away seemed extremely tempting at this point, but it was surely a trap! As soon as he tried to leave, they would kill him and his corpse would surely join the army of the dead that woman was amassing. This had to be the worst day ever! Oh and, apparently they had to go on a suicidal mission of sorts as well...beautiful.
"I'll go..."- Leor confirmed without much enthusiasm. He would rather stay quiet, but he still had one question.
"Must we...hurt this creature? Is there no other way?"
He replied shyly, fearing sure punishment for making such a daring question.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 10, 2020 13:55:52 GMT
Hahahaha! No, no! Is not about a scent produced by an animal! Is the smell babies ha-- - The Queen got interrupted by the young historian's introduction.
The boy seemed freezing, she felt sorry for him, trying to walk closer to summon a flame so he didn't freeze. She got newdly interrupted by the arriving of the Princess of Välstånd and her guard. Anyone that payed enough attention to Elatha would have thought she made a funny-wierd face at that moment. Biting her lip and stepping back a bit, she cursed on the inside "Ahhhhh fuck! Seriously?! A princess here? Uuuuuughhh I hate this kinda things... I don't wanna be all Queeny-Queeny!!, fuck it" Thinking carefully, she managed to think of a plan "Yes, that should work. Don't say a word, and you don't have to become a future imperial contact"
She was about to introduce herself, when she felt a terrible smell coming closer. Teleporting in front of these new people, the driaochta summoned her sword in a pentagram and planted its tip on the ground and relaxed her arms above the sword handle. If there was something she learned, don't pull a defensive neither aggressive position until you see if there is an actual threat.
Thankfully the little... fairy? and Beard-On had appeared, opening the door... Maybe the kids could go inside in case things get awful at the very beginning.
When the girl got closer, the first one to run away was the little strawberry kid. Seems the smell of the dead made his stomach upset. Elatha was still on his "relaxed" position, waiting for anything. The other finally introduced herself as an Ally... or at least someone that probably had more than free time to assist Beard-On.
She vanished her sword and went inside with the rest. The disgusting smell of deodorant and rot was annoying.
As she listened to Onyx's words, the queen tried to figure out what to do with this elemental thing. She went closer to the map to have a better look, also to memorize it. She also listened to Leor's question
If this thing is more animal-like, a presence, aura, whatever scary enough to make it return should be fine, and easy - She went closer to the others, pressing her left arm as the scar itched again. She wanted to go back outside - If that doesn't work we'll have to hurt it to scare it. I don't think raiding its path and put a bomb behind it would be a good idea... We'll probably cause more damage to the mountain in an attempt of making it fall backwards - She didn't had many ideas by the moment.
However, she noticed the mischevious smile on Cherry's face - Do you know something 'bout these locations, Death Parade? - She pointed at the map behind her. This girl wasn't giving a nice vibe at all, so better make her talk to have an idea about how wary to be about her...
Ah, guess I didn't introduce myself - She smiled confidently - The name's Elatha, I'm just a passing through driaochta, remember that!
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 10, 2020 21:21:06 GMT
Not long behind Melin came a pretty lady with her bodyguard, riding long-legged goats. Yes, Melin though, he should've gotten some of those to carry him up here! The woman introduced herself as a princess. Not that strange an arrival if this was going to be an auction. She asked if anyone informed the dwarf they were here, turned to the animancer as if asking him specifically.
"Sorry, your highness, but I just arrived here myself. I assumed one of the others rang the bell already." Melin bowed his head lightly and shook her hand. "My name is Melin Argeryos, a historian and animancer." Melin managed to utter the whole thing without needing to take any breaks. He'd finally regained his breath.
Before they could inquire with the others, a short blue winged person flew in and rang the bell several times. Melin's first hint that he was about to be pulled into something more than he expected was her stating that no auctions were happening. His second hint what Onyx showing up and straight-up saying he forgot to cancel their appointment. The disappointment was palpable on the animancer's face. He was still going to follow the dwarf inside, even if he wasn't sure what the collector wanted with him now. He could use some rest before going back.
They didn't get a chance to enter before yet another new face joined them. She was preceded by a smell Melin found very familiar. The smell of a graveyard or a mausoleum, only amplified. It was the stench of corpses. After the smell, the next thing Melin noticed was the presence of numerous souls. These weren't souls he'd be capable of using though. They were already remodeled and applied to skeletons. Atop the skeletons was a well-dressed lady. She introduced herself as Cherry Simmons, a Friend of the Dead. Melin was familiar with them, at least by name. The Animancer Association had cordial interactions with them but never anything too deep due to the differences in how they applied their necromantic abilities.
While the death that permeated the air didn't affect the animancer who'd been exposed to it plenty, one of the other persons present wasn't faring too well. "Ah, are you okay, Leor? I hope you don't mind me calling you that." Melin put a hand on the vomiting man's back while he expunged his meals. "Not used to a sight like this? Don't worry, you'll get used to it in time. Here." He offered him a tissue to wipe his mouth with.
The necromancer's introduction complete, Onyx went on to explain what was going on. "So our meeting was to be canceled because of the uranium elemental? Hm..." Melin had to think about it. The situation was serious and something Melin wasn't prepared for at all. Yet if the radioactive monstrosity brought down the entire mountain, that would lead to the destruction of such a historic place and all of the weapons Melin could've found here. Preventing that would be a sound strategy. Particularly if it puts him in the dwarves good graces. "Alright, I didn't come here with that intention, but I will assist you in my full capacity as an animancer."
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 13, 2020 3:58:01 GMT
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Argeryos." Audrey returned, putting her hand back to her side. When the woman flew in, Audrey tried to parse what technology she was using, unsuccessfully. Suddenly, Isak motioned for her to step out of the way when Cherry and her merry band of undead abominations came toward the summit. "Know Princess Ali there?" He asked, glancing toward Audrey. She opened her mouth to say no, until the necromancer said her name was Cherry Simmons. The name immediately rang a bell. Ashlea had told her a few stories of this girl; how she was the ex girlfriend of Malcolm, and the messy breakup when she tried to become a lich using a ring she wanted him to buy for her. According to Ashlea, the ring was supposed to house Cherry's soul after she became a lich. And considering the bizarre entrance they had all just witnessed, Audrey was more inclined to think this Cherry person might be a bit strange. Turning to Isak, Audrey nodded her head and began to whisper. "I believe so. While I don't think she's dangerous, she may be a little unpredictable." The princess explained. Isak glanced between the two of them and let out a sigh. He could have told her that!
Following everyone inside, both Audrey and Isak listened to the full reason as to why they are there. "Uranium elemental?" She asked out loud. Isak turned and began to explain. "Nasty beasts who live deep in the Earth, but occasionally make it up to the surface. It took many powerful mages to take the last one down, ones far stronger than any of us." He whispered, Audrey closing her eyes as she processed this information. "Then it is fortunate we don't have to defeat it. If we can redirect the elemental, it will no longer be an issue, yes?" She asked, Isak nodding his head. "Easier said than done, your highness. But I like your optimism."
Stepping forward, Audrey clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Thank you for sharing that information, Mr. Drakenskal, this is a serious problem that must be dealt with immediately." Giving a small motion toward the exit, Audrey continued. "We have contacted our military and have begun mobilization of the area, should the elemental manage to escape. But we will honor our treaty with the dwarves and keep them away until it's absolutely unavoidable. I hope that won't be a problem." Audrey looked at Onyx with pure professionalism in her eyes. Smiling once more, Audrey clasped her hands together and motioned toward the group. "Thank you all for your willingness to help with this dreadful matter. If you could all explain what your abilities are, that would be helpful in determining the capabilities of ourselves as a group. I shall begin."
Giving a small bow, Audrey held out her hands and materialized a crystal-clear bow made out of ice, pulling the string back with surprising strength. "My archery skill is quite refined, and I am able to cast a wide array of ice spells. I also have a summonable monster, but let's save him for later. We must not waste mana, correct?" She joked, letting the bow turn into shiny ice dust. Isak decided to remain quiet for now, not wanting to yet reveal the extent of his abilities among these strangers.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 14, 2020 5:41:44 GMT
“A what?” Onyx balked at what Leor said. The mountain kingdoms weren’t exactly strangers to slaves. They were mostly used throughout history as demonstrations of wealth more than tools of labor. A Mountain King was truly wealthy when he owned a menagerie of slaves captured from exotic lands. Onyx had heard tales of a king with a harem of 1,000 women, each one a different race. He had his personal doubts about the exact number, but the basic idea was, unfortunately, true recently enough that some of the older Mountain Kings still complained about the practice being banned. But it was banned. Illegal in all modern mountains, per their treaty with Välstånd. So what was this guy talking about?
“Hurting it is honestly my last worry today.” Onyx grumbled in response to his second statement, still bothered by the first. “Hey! It’s an innocent creature! It’s horrible that we have to harm it, even if it’s unavoidable.” Cherry piped up from her place. “As for you, you don’t have to be rude! I was going to share this with everybody!” She pulled a scroll from her pocket and motioned towards the living room table. Onyx shrugged and let her spread it out. It was fragmentary, but it was clear after a moment’s examination that they were looking at a crude map of the mountain’s underside.
“Where did you get this?” Onyx asked, examining the map. The parts he recognized matched his own maps. “My great great grandmother sent us a letter from down there inviting us to visit. We never did, but now would be the time!” Cherry sounded too cheerful, but Onyx was quickly growing used to her madness. It was the ages involved that confused him. “Great great… how long is a human generation?” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, she’s dead. She’s been a lich for at least 50 years now!” And she was getting to him again. So casually talking about one of her relatives becoming an undead sorcerer when his nerves were already frayed from this situation-
“Oh, hell.” He grabbed his head. A necromancer capable of becoming a lich could easily pull of a spell to call a uranium elemental to the surface. He didn’t voice his suspicions. He didn’t want to risk angering Cherry. Unless she was in on this, of course, but the end goal was uncertain. Perhaps the lich sought to create an undead army? Radiation caused no damage that would prevent raising the resultant corpse, after all. If Cherry was on her side, though, why would she so openly reveal her relative’s involvement? Onyx withdrew from this line of thought. It was just going to lead him into a rabbit hole of madness. He would explain his worries to the people he trusted and go from there.
“Yes, that will be fine, Miss. Swanson. I talked to the council, and if we aren’t back within two hours, they have prepared permission for your army to enter our mountain. I apologize for their obstinance, but some of them signed that treaty and they take it very seriously. Anyway, most of you know me. I have a ring that turns me into a dragon. I would like to use it minimally, for it is risky… but I doubt I will be getting what I like. Lom?” He waved the blue dwarf forwards. “I guess you guys have probably not seen a blue dwarf before? We’re like dwarves, but a little less tough and a little more… bouncy.” She hopped back and forth a little, displaying greater fleetness of foot than the average dwarf.
“Oh, and I’ve got this armor that lets me fly!” She rapped her knuckles on it. “Next time, lead with that.” Onyx rolled his eyes. “I commune with the dead. They rise for me and defend me. And I suppose I know a lot about dealing with less friendly undead, should we meet any.” Cherry shrugged at the thought. It was always upsetting to destroy the dead, but should the job call for it, she was at least good at it.
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Post by othus on Jan 14, 2020 6:45:59 GMT
"eh?!? um, A-a slave, Lord Drakenskal"- Leor jumped a bit as he replied somewhat scared and confused from seeing the Dwarf huff, now he had made him mad!
Onyx's reply however made him clench his fists, he didn't want to take part in hurting anyone! never again...
"That's...unacceptable"- He whispered to himself.
Leor knew he had no choice but to join them, perhaps he would find another way...
when the princess began to ask about the abilities of the team, Leor looked at the ancient gear. it was a known one, especially to the lower poreals. the sword and armor of Shura, the only lower poreal in history to have ever achieved godhood status, but it was useless in his hands, only heroes and Gods could activate ancient gears.
"I-i just have my body, please feel free to use me as shield...I've been told our kind is somewhat resilient..."
Leor wasn't really that good at taking hits, most of his time at the coliseum involved him dodging until his opponents ran out of stamina. However, he would still put himself in harms way if it meant saving someone else, especially princess Audrey, he owed her a great deal just for being allowed to live in her country after all. Leor gathered some courage to finally look at Audrey, he straightened himself in a military like posture as he spoke to her.
"Your highness, I might not be of much help, but I swear I'll do my best to repay my debt!"
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 14, 2020 13:50:22 GMT
My bad, my bad! - Elatha laughed off Cehrry's response towards her - But hey, Death Parade is a nice nickname! Its the name of a song my nephew likes
She let Onyx take care of the weird girl, facing now Lom, she couldn't help but smile. She was blue! Blue! But somehow managed to contain herself from the joy of hugging her, mostly, a warrior like her could feel insulted by words and actions filled with childish excitement. Then, she walked towards Audrey who was giving an explanation over her abilities. Archery was quite... fitting for a princess, or at least for Ela it was like a bit cliché, won't deny the crystal bow was neat, tho.
Anyway her attention moved towards the red haired boy who said he was a slave - What the!? Kiddo slavery ain't a thing nowadays! In MY Kiiiinng-- - She started coughing violently, of course, anyone could tell it was extremely fake and over exagerated. But Ela was convinced her acting skills would save her from spitting out of her mouth the truth about her - A-As I was saying, where I live children like you should be studyin' not being the puppet of some rando that thinks is better than others! A title doesn't mean anythin' - She then interrupted herself to apologize to Audrey - Sorry, not towards ya'
She felt sorry for the kid... Maybe it would be for the best to keep an eye on him, after all she was confident enough that her abilities even not at their best could be more than useful. The least she wanted was the kid to become some kind of martir. Maybe it would be for the best to talk later to his master, owner or whatever to free the kid... even if he seemed the type to end up being a dependent person for the rest of his life. Well... maybe it could change, after all most of creatures doesn't live as long as driaochtas or other Holy creatures, so changes were more frecuent.
Let's see... I know how to use a sword, axes, spear, morning stars, guns I just learned a few days, I know Irish martial arts... and I use magic too but kinda rusty on that after several years of not studying - The driaochta explained - My body can tolerate low and high temperatures, even if I'm not at my fullest... I'm still recovering from gettin' possessed by a fricking corrupted angel
She didn't want to go in details as it was going to be harder to hide part of why certain events took part of her experiences. She needed to change the course of the conversation, so she yelled at Onyx - Beard-On! Question! If I were to take your ring, would I become a dragon? - She made a mischevious smile, as if she was really going to try and take it. The lower her profile was in terms of seriousness and formality, the less the others will suspect.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 17, 2020 20:49:17 GMT
Melin's attention was grabbed by the map the necromancer brought with her. Studying it would be very important, not only to let them pinpoint their target location but also to form tactics that will help them reach it safely. "Do you know if there are any creatures aside from the elemental living here? Its movement could frighten them and provoke aggressive behavior. If the map shows inhabitable locations, it could help us avoid them or bring them into chokepoints to make their extermination easier," he asked Onyx and Audrey. They would be the most familiar with the creatures inhabiting this land.
The princess pointed out another important factor to a successful mission. They would need to be familiar with each others' power. "I don't have any personal combat ability, however, I'm an animance. I can bring out soldiers using weapons and souls I've collected, so they can do the fighting for me. I also possess a crystal orb that gives me a bird eyes view of the battlefield, even underground so that might help us avoid ambushes."
The others had various abilities as well. They would surely be useful in the caverns. Although one of them mentioned something very interesting.
"A corrupted angel possessed you? I wasn't even aware angels could be corrupted. Can you tell me what happened?" he asked Elatha.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 18, 2020 4:41:35 GMT
The strange way Leor approached her made Audrey suppress a chuckle, only letting out a smile and nodded her head. “Thank you, I have a feeling you will be of more assistance than you think. But please, be at ease around me. I am only here to help, along with everyone else.” She stated, walking over to Leor and looking him over. How did the dwarves manage to get a slave in this day and age, with the treaty signed between them and the dwarves?
Glancing toward the strange woman whom addressed herself as ‘Elatha’, Audrey made a mental note of the bizarre correction. What was she going to say? Kingd...kingdom? Was she incognito royalty of some nation? Audrey wasn’t aware of all the Hidden World nobility, so she couldn’t begin to guess. Didn’t she mention she was a driaochta? Turning her attention back to Leor, she began to speak once more.
“I was unaware that the dwarves held a slave, a practice that was outlawed by our mutual treaty many years ago. But as princess Välstånd, it is within my power to grant your freedom. I will be sure to address your situation after our mission.” Clasping her gloved hands together, Audrey gave another smile. “Let’s do our best, ok?” She stated, letting Onyx answer Melin’s question.
Nearby, Isak took more of an interest in the driaochta’s question about the ring. “I’d advise you don’t try to find out, miss. It messes with your mind and body. Might do more damage than whatever angel got into you.” He warned. Isak knew what the ring could do from various reports he’s read, about how people would wear rings too long and become a shadow of their former selves, until they were cut down for threatening the local population. His attention then shifted to the strange blue dwarf among them.
“That’s a neat piece of armor you have. Did you make it yourself, or was it traded?” He asked. Could the dwarves actually make something that could fly? If so, why would they? They live in a mountain, and there isn’t much use flying in the frigid blizzard outside.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 18, 2020 6:21:33 GMT
“I assure you, if somebody is keeping slaves, it is only because I did not know about it.” Onyx growled. He was considering what everybody said. He had a decent read on everybody, but he was no great strategist. He knew how he himself fought, but not how to command others. It was lucky that he had somebody downstairs to give advice on that. The only one confusing him was, again, the supposed slave. What was his deal? He apparently wasn’t a human. To describe the tall ones as “resilient” was a dwarven child’s idea of a joke. “Alcohol poisoning” was the most frequent punchline.
“I suppose it is always good to have more defense. If you truly prove to be tough, you can be in the front lines with me. You and some zombies.” He shrugged. “Agreed. Ghouls do best on the flanks. Poor babies don’t take hits like zombies do. Not so stoic.” Cherry patted one of her ghouls on the head, palm coming up coated in slime. While she wiped her hand on a handkerchief, Onyx turned to Melin. “Oh yes, there are all forms of threats under the mountain. In fact, we have already started facing difficulties from them moving up in an attempt to escape the monster below. I called in a favor with my employer to keep them from storming the mountain until we get down there. Your abilities will be very useful in getting through.” Lom was smiling up at the big human giving her attention. “I made it with the help of my father and grandfather. Uh, not the same branch. My father’s a dwarf, my grandfather is a goblin. The dwarves are good at crafting stuff and goblins are really into animals, you see, so we worked together to bring the most out of it!” She did a proud twirl to show it off. “Lom can do things with animal parts I did not know were possible. I believe we will be passing through her home on the way down, so perhaps we will see some of her other works.” Onyx let pride tinge his voice.
“Oh yeah! I don’t know everything down there, but with those maps, we should know about… half of the way.” She said, shrugging a little. “Well I think we are sorted. Let’s go.” Onyx said, but Elatha said something before they moved. “If you took my ring? No, you would not become a dragon.” Onyx turned and began the long walk down the mountain. “Because I would cut you in half the instant you touched it.”
The trip down the mountain was long and winding, even at its most efficient. There were endless stairways, all lined with doors upon doors, holding businesses and homes. Onyx took the time to tell Lom and Audrey of his worries about Cherry. Towards the bottom of the mountain, the corridor widened until a whole army could march down the steps. The ceiling rose as well here, and soon the reason for this widening became clear. There was a door here, similar looking to the door to Onyx’s home, but enormous. It was marbled adamant and steel, painted over with a grand image of the earth as imagined by dwarves, corners populated by all forms of mad things.
It was already wide open, a small contingent of dwarven soldiers standing guard, repeating crossbows up and ready. “There used to be traffic here, people going to and fro. But the deep mines dried up and those outside had no more to offer, so the doors were closed. They only open now for expeditions to the depths.” Onyx explained, saluting the guards as he passed. “Nowadays, I guess I’m glad it’s here. Even at the best of times, unsavory things live in the darkness.” The door was pushed closed behind them and he sighed. There was no turning back. There never was, obviously, but now it was official.
Outside of the door, the walls were rougher, less purposefully hewn, less a hallway and more of a natural tunnel. The stone wall in the center looked out of place, with its masterful design and modern implements. The wall was clearly ancient, held together by the friction of its pieces perfectly fitting together, but it was now topped with a series of spotlights. A plump, dark-skinned human woman turned her attention from the generator hooked up to the lights to wave Onyx up. Lom simply jumped to the top with a short flutter, leaving the rest to climb the ladders provided. “You can do this, you can do it!” Cherry encouraged her zombies up the ladders, but it was slow going.
“You don’t have a very big crew.” Eve eyed the people around Onyx. “Unfortunately, I can’t spare who I’ve got here. You were right, just a few minutes after I got up here, all sorts of people started showing up. They aren’t much of a threat, really. Most of them went running back into the tunnels when I turned the lights on.” She pointed into the pitch black tunnels beyond where the spotlights reached, a honeycombed network of interconnected tubes reaching ever deep into the earth. “The problem is whatever’s still back there. It won’t come out into the light.” Onyx squinted into the darkness while he quickly explained everybody’s powers to Eve. It was far away, but the darkness was no issue.
Most of the figures he could spot were dwarves, dressed in rags and armed with mining tools, at best. “Anybody you know?” He asked Lom. “Uh, no? I don’t know everybody down here, you know. My tribe is a lot lower, so if we’re driven up, you’ll be seeing them later. No, these guys aren’t a proper tribe at all. They’re just a bunch of homeless guys. Your people, not mine.” She frowned. “So, uh, does that mean we’re letting them in?” Onyx stroked his beard for a moment, walking up to the edge of the wall. He looked further into the darkness and caught what else was there. Lom was right about the dwarves nearest the light. They weren’t old residents, only down here a few decades at the most. Many of the former miners had been left on the wrong side of the wall when their income dried up. But just beyond them, he caught something else, somebody lurking just around a corner.
He saw a whip waving, saw the shadows move unnaturally in response. “They’ve got a grue.” He grumbled. “Oh, no way. A bunch of homeless dwarves aren’t going to wrangle a grue.” Lom hoped onto the edge of the wall to look closer. “Oh, hell, that is a grue! Keep the lights on!” “Everybody stay in the light for now!” Onyx called. “That goes for whoever else you brought.” He pointed to Eve. “This wall is my command, Onyx.” Eve grumbled, but she whistled nonetheless and Becky and Huntsman returned to the top of the wall, crawling up the side like geckos.
“Oh well, I know enough to handle this situation. Attention everybody! While you are within earshot of this wall, you are under by command! This is an extermination mission. Before you guys go any further into those tubes, you’re killing the grue in the paths. Haven’t killed one myself, but I know they’re proper fuckers, but so allergic to light you can knock ‘em down lighting a match. Absolutely don’t let yourself get caught in the darkness. By anybody here really, the dwarves also see in the dark.” She adjusted the spotlight, making everybody at the tunnel’s entrance shrink away into darkness again.
“Ahem. I actually live here, and I actually have fought grues. I am going to offer the miners refuge within the mountain, but I think there are others at work among them who do not simply seek shelter. Cover me. And as for the grue, well, Lom will explain them.” He walked to the edge of the wall and Lom flew him down before hovering back up. “Grues are some of the scariest things down here. They’re pretty much invisible in the darkness and can even teleport. The only thing that scares them is light. They’ll walk right up to a dragon and peck it in the nose if it’s not the kind that breathes fire or lightning. They might win, too, if it’s dark enough.” She looked worried for Onyx, her hand on her blade. It was the perfect weapon for this fight, thankfully.
“Melin. Give me a bird’s eye on the situation.” Eve slapped Melin on the back, hard enough to shove him a few steps forwards. Huntsman just grumbled about “stupid peaceful options”, sniffing the air while he scanned the dwarf’s crew. They were pretty cute, overall. The blonde with the big tits looked and smelled kinda familiar, though. It took him a moment to place it. “You! Are you related to an annoying piece of shit prince? I regret to inform you that I kept the guy alive one time, much to my shame.”
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 18, 2020 16:40:44 GMT
Eeeeh? - Elatha replied to Melin, for her it was common knowledge that most of driaochtas had. As angels once were part of their community centuries before her grandfather was even King. She then remembered that the outsiders didn't had as much information in their culture.
Well, angels are born from different factions. They are made to take care of different things as if they were a big ass company - She trained to explain in terms they could understand - But there is the most important ones, Creation and Destruction.
She cratched the back of her neck, making a small break as if she remembered something painful while clicking her tongue - Angels first require approval from the Archangels to reproduce, so, opposite factions are forbidden of having children as the result is a corrupted angel with both of their powers... These angels don't have a concept of moral... and as most of angels they are rebuilt if killed. The only way to kill them is during their childhood and with a Holy Blade
She unconsciously covered her the wrist covered in scars. As her tone turned serious and concerned - They also require a strong body to possess as theirs decay in no time because they are stupidly powerful. Mine was deteriorating during the past 21 years... and only another angel managed to heal me
She let Audrey to take care of Leor. She only wished that the kid could adapt to such a thing, he seemed too passive and submissive to even survive in a state of freedom. But maybe he could develop a better condition if he ended with people that wouldn't take advantage of him. She chuckled at the bodyguards words - A Dragon is a creature that lives from its instincts. A Corrupted angel not only fucks up your body and mind, but your very soul and grace as well. Creatures that don't have grace, like humans, dwarfs and probably animals would become empty vessels in a few days... - She then decided to stop talking, as he immediatly directed is attention towards the big blueberry in armor.
"If I were a dragon I would crave for my egg, instead of gold" She thought.
She then made a really annoyed sound towards the dwarf's distant words. Returning back to her lighter mood she went towards him as she spoke
EHH!? What a party pooper, that way I won't invite you a drink! Ya' loosin' yer' charm, Beard-On!
She complained as she laughed. Loosing a hand didn't seem that bad if it was her left arm, even if Onyx originally said to cut HER in half. Maybe that would stop the constant burning sensation she had - We were talking IF, Beard-On. What would it be for someone that is not ya'. I bet I would be a sexy one, with pretty blue scales
As they walked, Elatha was fascinated by the structure of the place. It did feel like a real adventure and the way the houses were buildt made her really ask herself how much it'll cost to buy one. However it didn't seem like a place to raise at least 4 to 6 children not to mention the adults, as she wished one day to get a numerous family.
That made her heart to raise a bit, now that se was free she needed to find Vladimir. What was he up to? Was he eating well? She saw the stuffed bunny Thomas had, Gallerian told them it was a gift from Vladimir so maybe the angel knew about his current status. She felt uneasy for a moment, she thought that maybe he made a new life probably with a new partner and family. She couldn't blame him in that case... probably he thought she has died long time ago.
No... Fergus had cursed him, from what she remembered and part of his memories were still stuck in her head. So, maybe Vladimir was all alone, without making new bonds in fears of his curse to affect them.
As they walked down, she began to feel worse. At least Derek had a better life from what she was told by both Thomas and Gallerian. She wondered exactly how it'll be for them in the day they finally meet. Will he be terrified? As his childhood memories were stuck by Fergus's cold and cruel treatment using her face. She feared the idea of being hated by him, even if she understood it.
As they reached the door. She glanced at it. It was breath-taking, such a wonderful piece of art and the fact that it was open seemed to ruin a bit its beauty.
As they walked, she appreciated how natural the pñace began to look. It gave her a feeling of nostalgic as she remembered going into caves as a kid, exploring and hidding from her teacher. It wasn't that Chloe was a bad person, the classes were just boring. Teleporting up the ladder, Elatha waited for the rest.
She then observed the woman that was now talking to Onyx. She didn't get exactly what they were talking about. The flow of the conversation was a bit to fast for her, and somehow she felt as if she only could speak in Irish by the moment. However it was clear she was another comrade of Beard-On.
Sup - She waved at the armored dwarfs but then her head focused on Lom, Eve and Onyx - The fuck did you say, a grue? - Her expression went serious. She never met such a creature back on her home. But she had learned about them in books.
I have flames - She added. Maybe this wasn't going to be that hard. Just to lighten both of her fists and burn that thing into ashes.
She then got abruptly interrogated by a creature that resembled a human appearance, but it smelled like a terrible combination of blood and sex. She then heard the word prince... BUT PIECE OF SHIT!?!?!
DA FUCK ARE YA' TALKIN' ABOUT YA' FUCKIN' BOLLIX!? - The driaochta was ready to give it a fight, eyes shinning light blue as her fists fired in blue flames - WHO YA' CALLIN' A PIECE OF SHITE, HUH?!?!
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Post by othus on Jan 19, 2020 9:03:02 GMT
When Audrey talked about granting him freedom Leor’s eyes shone for a second, although fear came right after, If slavery was illegal, then...did that mean his existence was illegal?!! perhaps this freedom she mentioned was the aristocratic way of saying he would be executed! Lord Onyx’s words and Lady Elatha’s loss for words confirmed it, now what was he gonna do? his very existence was illegal in this country!
Going into the darkness was now a recurring thing for Leor, first getting stuck for weeks in a cave, then mining, now...well, this. there was nothing wrong with it, just a tad dimmer than outside. at least he thought so until talks about exterminating a grue began. whyyy?! couldn’t they just scare it away?! he did not like those new people, but he had no choice. forced to fight yet again…
“Alright, I guess I’ll...have your backs?”- he told the group not really knowing what to do, why was Elatha picking a fight with someone from her side, now of all times?! Leor looked back where the creature used to be only to notice now it wasnt!
"um...where's the grue?"- He asked, hoping someone was keeping track of the creature.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 24, 2020 16:48:56 GMT
Melin nodded as Elatha explained how angelic society functioned. "Fascinating. Typically religious documents don't describe angelic hierarchies like that, although they do tend to be written by unaware people."
The preliminary planning phase was soon complete. The group set off into the mountain. It was another long and winding road before they passed from worked stone into natural caves. This was where they reached a wall occupied by a small group of humans. Apparently they were here to make sure nothing bad gets past the wall while Onyx's group went deeper into the caves. Their watchful eyes were proven necessary by the group of homeless dwarves that had somehow brought a grue with them.
Melin stumbled forward from Eve's not so gentle pat on the back. "I would appreciate it if you were more gentle. I'm not the most sturdy person here." He pulled out his crystal ball and observed the battlefield.
"It's so dark, it's difficult to see further in. The grue is there with a whip-wielding dwarf. There are also a couple of entrances to our sides, but I can't see what's in there too well. The one on the right seems pretty small though, even for a dwarf. Perhaps a grue could use that opening to flank us, or perhaps we could send a zombie down there if Miss Simmons brought a smaller one in her party. With a torch strapped to it, we might contain the grue or push it toward us." Melin squinted a bit while looking at the other entrance. "The left side has some metal objects, though I can't tell what they are. Mining equipment, maybe?"
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 26, 2020 6:37:03 GMT
The strange lack of response of Leor was a small cause for concern for Audrey, but she followed the group down the path, listening to Onyx’s observations about Cherry. She reassured Onyx that they should keep an eye on the necromancer, but that Cherry is probably harmless. So this is what Ashlea’s boyfriend was dating before her? What did that boy see in this girl?
Isak responded to Elatha’s retort by letting out a small sigh. “I’m sure it was all very impressive, lady.” He said, not buying that whatever she was talking about paled in comparison to the ring’s influence. When they reached the room with the Wild Hunt members, Audrey tried to figure out who this woman was that spoke with authority. Some kind of mercenary group? She hadn’t seen them before, hopefully they knew what they were doing.
Both Audrey and Isak sprang into action at the mention of the monster lurking in the shadows. “Fantastic, a grue. Catch, princess!” He called out, tossing Audrey a large yellow flashlight with a dial on top. “Thank you, Isak!” She called back, turning the dial and blasting light in front of herself. Isak brought out his own and began blasting light as well. Audrey began to form something made out of ice in her hands when Huntsman yelled at the group, followed by an even louder shout from the brash ‘royalty’. A frown descended Audrey’s face.
“Both of you! I am unaware of what prior conflict you have, but now is not the time! Please focus on the dangerous situation at hand!” She sharply called out to them. Turning her attention back to the situation on the other side of the wall, Audrey began to speak. “Hello! My name is Audrey Swanson, princess of Valstand! If you mean us no harm, please clear the path and restrain any monster you may possess! We are on an important mission and must pass through!” She called out to them authoritatively. Clipping her light to her belt, Audrey summoned her bow and fired two shots at the spots where two of the flashlights were shining, letting them stick to the ground. She readied her bow in anticipation for what the dwarves planned to do.
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