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Post by RedLenai on Aug 4, 2020 16:08:24 GMT
No, I'm fine! Just need to... - And then, she began to feel her arm again, she wasn't feeling as much pain as Cherry but that was enough to let her know that she could finally remove her arm from the girl's flesh. And she did so. Nails covered in blood began to get cleaned as the red liquid returned to her rightful owner, light blue magic starting to heal the wound and closing it.
There you go! - She said as she stood up, proud and relieved - Such a good girl! And off ya' go! Better start moving so ya' don't lose more bony friends! - The queen said, summoning her sword again and with a mischevious green. And she teleported again, to get close to both Cutter and Spears. Summoning pentagrams to protect them and the zombies.
With one hand she summoned fireballs and with her sword she threw them at their enemies as if she was playing baseball, when the fire made contact with the bolts, or the dwarves they exploded and the fire began to spread, the Queen had the idea to lock down her enemies into a fire wall.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 4, 2020 18:06:53 GMT
The charge was met with a hail of explosions and acid flying in from all sides. Spears told the zombies to pull back. They needed a second to figure out how to proceed if they didn't want to sacrifice all the zombies Cherry had. Unfortunately, during the retreat one of the bolts struck Cutter. If she hadn't reacted in time, it would've blown her head right off her shoulders, but she tried moving out of the way and lost her sword arm instead.
Spears held Cutter back from charging back in recklessly. "We need a plan, or you'll lose your other arm, too," she said. A plan presented itself quite quickly, however. Explosions rocked the right hall and the two warriors grasped the opportunity. Spears rushed back out first, using her shield and the floating pentagrams Elatha was making to provide cover and directed the zombies to the right side. Then Cutter rushed out like a mad bull, rolling on the floor to grab the sword from her arm, and jumped into the front hall, among the dwarves. She was going to cut them all down for what they did, and then she'd deal with all their friends. And since Spears had had only one side to worry about, she could charge the left hall. She smashed her shield into the barricade, then turned it back into a spear and tried sweeping the dwarves off their feet, literally.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 5, 2020 5:00:30 GMT
Leor’s punch missed as the goblin lunged back, but his axe kick clipped his opponent, making him fall briefly on all fours. Leor had time to assault the tower, his explosive crystals each knocking chunks off to rain down on those below, but none doing deeper damage. The goblin came from behind. His staff was gone, dropped or holstered somewhere, and he sought to cling to Leor’s back, scrabbling around to stab at his less-armored joints with his pronged knife.
The hobgoblin was Onyx’s least favorite type of foe. He did well against slow, large targets he could launch his full strength against. But here, his every swing went wide, opening him up to retaliation from slicing blades. Each time he was driven back, he had new cuts. None of them were deep, but those swords were sharp enough to pierce his tough scales. Blue flames flickered at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t want to unleash it recklessly. His sword he could strike with the flat of. Fire would turn this nuisance straight to ash, breaking his promise to Leor immediately. Another flurry came and he ducked away, deflecting a swing and retaliating with his own stab that was easily avoided. He was backing closer to the palace, thankfully, not the rift, but that still meant his room was getting limited. If the hobgoblin got to stay in his space, his sword would be useless and it would be all over.
Before it got to that point, something new came to his attention. A throne. It clearly didn’t belong out here. It was too pristine. Translucent blue crystal, arcing high, made of intricate whoorls and curves like a frozen wave off the ocean. But the being sitting in it was what caught Onyx’s eye now. The chair was not made for him. It was graceful and sweeping. He was stumpy and rough. His skin and beard made him look like a statue of a dwarf, solid granite, speckled grey and black. He likely didn’t have hair under his golden helmet, and his beard was jagged and razor sharp. Onyx wasn’t sure how much flexibility he could possibly have, a statue wrapped in golden armor, but he turned his neck to watch Onyx fight with a deep scowl.
It looked like a feature carved permanently into his face, but Onyx saw it shift. A resting scowl became an actual expression of hate. That was the man who sought to collapse the mountain. The hobgoblin was closing in again. Onyx couched his sword and stabbed out. As he expected, he easily slipped to the side. Like a paddle, Onyx swung it as hard as he could, bashing the hobgoblin with the blade’s side and sending him tumbling. He took the reprieve to face the throne. “Who the hell are you?” He asked. “The true king of this mountain, Drakenskal.” Came a voice like an earthquake, although his lips did not move. “Thank you for coming here yourself to offer yourself up for execution. I feared you might have perished on your way.”
Elatha was ahead of Cherry quickly, forming up defenses for the group. Cherry followed and quickly picked a path. “Sherry, with Cutter.” She pointed her along and the two went rushing together. A last panicked barrage of bolts was shattered by their swords before they were among the dwarves. Blood splattered the walls, Cutter’s fury and Sherry’s nimbleness making short work of the defensive line. Cherry followed, touching the fallen bodies so that they rose again. “The originals are with Spears.” She told Cutter. Sherry poked ahead, examining the room and popping out into the next hallway.
It seemed that all three hallways must have connected to the same room, given the sheer scale before her. It was a trophy room of sorts, filled with perfectly preserved and intricately posed animals, living and extinct, mundane and fantastical. They were not posed in cases or atop stands, but situated in a sprawling false environment, supplemented by a sweeping array of plants, perfectly realistic until examined at point blank. Sherry clattered in confusion. She recognized some of these animals from dinosaur books she had before becoming a death knight... how old was this place?
On the other side of the hallway as well, they were too slow to join the main action right away. Spears’ shield kept her safe as she charged, and the dwarves guarding the line backed up as she approached the barrier. She easily pushed through, but when she swung her spear, she would find her targets sturdy, not falling when she batted their legs. Surrounded from multiple angles now, Spears was pelted with shots.
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Post by othus on Aug 5, 2020 17:16:10 GMT
Leor felt as the goblin climbed on his back, a sharp pain went through his shoulder joint and he immediately reeled, he had already taken quite some damage with the crossbow bolt, and now another wound had been opened.
The Poreal immediately reached for his Ardure sword on his back and made it heat up violently, that alone should be enough to make the goblin let go. Leor would then rush the goblin, the bloodloss was already making him feel dizzy, so he had to end the fight as soon as possible. As soon as the goblin let go, Leor would kick his way with a 720 spin kick, then follow with a knee strike to the face and a downwards elbow strike. If he was successful, Leor would then cancel his sacred treasure transformation and rush for the staff, if he made it in time, he would restrain the goblin using that.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 5, 2020 17:54:07 GMT
Dammit! - The Queen said, throwing some pentagrams as fast as she could to protect Spears. She attempted to teleport but noticed she was too far away to get closer in time. She took her sword and swung it with high speed, transforming it into a spear.
With one arm she set the spear on blue fire and threw it with as much force as she could, at the point of feeling her arm making a cracking sound causing her a to feel pain for a second - Spears! - She shouted as she hoped it to land as closer as possible so Spears could use it, same for the pentagrams.
The Queen needed to figure out a plan quickly, she couldn't leave the others but Spears was all alone now. She began to run and teleport, hair looking as if it was getting longer but it was actually blue fire extending from her whole body, her clothes were modified with magic so they wouldn't burn easily. Another spear was summoned, and she began to spin it as she ran, forming a torrent of fire that began to grow bigger and bigger. With one swing it aimed towards the dwarves, if Spear's cuts didn't work she'll melt the shit out of them!
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 7, 2020 22:35:57 GMT
The dwarves were way more stable than Spears expected. She might as well have been trying to cut down a tree with a wooden club. She was now surrounded and as she tried blocking bolts from one side, the others would've dealt lethal damage were it not for Elatha. Her pentagram blocked some and with a combination of dodging and blocking, Spears got away with just large bloody injuries. She was definitely going to demanifest from all that damage, but it wasn't instant. Sticking around on borrowed time, she grabbed the blue spear Elatha had tossed her (thanking the secret queen as she did so) and she went in for a suicidal charge that Cutter would've been proud of, using spears in both hands to stab as many dwarves as she could before falling.
It wasn't a scenario Melin liked, but it was the best he could've hoped for. She was only temporarily gone anyway. He made his way into the palace, sticking close to the zombies charging in. He would retrieve Spears's components as soon as he had a chance to do so.
Meanwhile Cutter charged past Sherry into the animal model room. She saw no enemies here, but she knew a collection like that must have been treasured by its owner. So she would use that to draw them out. "Hey, shitheads, nice collection you have here. Be a shame if something..." She jumped on one of the larger dinosaurs and tried cutting it into pieces. "...were to happen to it!"
The dead swarmed the living. Shammy had no more use for the ballista then. He'd expected enemy reinforcements to assault him, but they were all too busy guarding the now overtaken hallways. He grabbed one of the remaining bolts while still holding on to the bolt he took before. He walked back into the hall he came through and tossed one of the bolts at the ballista. Now it wouldn't be used against them. He could join the zombie horde in making forward progress.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 11, 2020 7:05:42 GMT
The goblin snarled and stubbornly clung to Leor for a moment, but when smoke came from his skin, he reluctantly kicked off, landing back on his mount. He didn’t even have time to regain his footing before Leor was upon him, the spin kick alone enough to send him flying. He was still silent as he fell to the black sands below. Leor was left alone, armor cancelled, on the mount’s back, but as he reached for the staff, it screamed and began rolling in midair, attempting to throw him off.
“I’m afraid I don’t know you. In my family records, a dragon ruled the mountain before us, and was slain by-” “Your family was always full of liars.” The man in the throne interrupted Onyx with both his words and a single punch, lunging from the throne to make his move. Onyx blocked it, but he was still sent flying back, leaving a furrow in the ground where he landed. “Seems like you’re handling it now, boss. Want me to rip up the redhead?” The hobgoblin stood aside, darting away to wait for Leor to fall when the stone ruler nodded.
“I ruled the mountain, once. Several mountains, a great dwarven Overking. Overking Haladam. I was great. I was wise. That ring on your finger that you let rule you, I kept locked away. I should have thrown it into the sea!” Haladam rushed Onyx, throwing weighty punches. Onyx wasn’t fast enough to dodge all of them, even if they were slow, and any that struck him shook him like the elemental was shaking the mountain. “Your distant ancestor was one of the guards of my treasure, but I shouldn’t have trusted him with a single piece of silverware! He lusted for wealth, more than any other dwarf! I forgave the odd missing coin or two, but he had his eyes on so much more! One night, while I slept, he opened the safe where I kept the ring, donned it, and vanished.” An uppercut made Onyx side right up a hill, flopping back over the top, but the king didn’t pick up the pace to follow. Perhaps he couldn’t.
“I gathered a squad to take him down and we followed his trail, all the way here. He had grown into a true dragon, wings spreading from end to end of this rift! But even as the mightiest beast in the world, he was a coward! He did not fight us here, but simply lured us into the palace and crushed in the roof to trap us. Only I made it out, and it took me days. By the time I was free, he had returned to the surface, and left traps for me. I was left down here to rot, while he took over what was mine.” He was close to range again, but not swinging. He just seemed to want to talk, but Onyx wasn’t going to let him.
“If everything you say is true, and I don’t doubt it is, then you really were wronged by my ancestor. I am sorry, and I really wish it could be another way. But in the centuries since, all you’ve done is sit down here doing just what you said- rotting. You’re festering now with hatred. I would kill for your palace, but you broke a big hole in it just to hurt people up top.” Onyx’s grip tightened on his sword. “Luckily, I don’t have to kill you. In fact, I don’t think I can. Which works out for me.” Onyx swung his sword, and it was met with a fist. The hill collapsed in the middle from the sheer pressure, and both combatants stumbled a few steps back. “I promised somebody I’d try not to do that now.”
The dwarven soldiers were clearly trained, but they lacked real experience, making their instincts lacking. They didn’t know that you should leave an opponent an escape route so that they may break and run. The dwarves of the mountain even had a term for this, saying “even a goblin is fierce in a corner”. Spears proved this adage. Even as shots from all angles practically mulched her body, she shredded the dwarves around her.
Only one survived, backing away as he saw his friends falling, only for Elatha’s flames to wash over him, leaving an empty room, leading to the same massive trophy room that Cutter was now trying to wreck. Her choice of target was an odd theropod, bus-lengthed but covered in a sleek coating of feathers. They were mostly white, but with speckles and a dark line down its back and dark points on its extremities. Cutter’s sword cut deep into the taxidermied beast, letting stuffing and feathers fall to the floor. Magic swirled around her blade, parting in its wake but not stopping its motion. An old, failed ward? It appeared to be such.
The air moved. A thin breeze, no, less than that. Like something breathing on Cutter’s neck. She would turn to find herself face to face with something without one. It was something like a combination of a corny Halloween sheet ghost and an octopus. Its head was barely distinguished from its body, a slight bit wider and oblong. Its only facial features were two ragged holes serving as eyes, cute on a sheet ghost, unnerving on something made of sticky, translucent pink flesh. Grasping hands, just as gummy and featureless as the rest of it, were reaching up from below. Cutter was too close to see where they attached to it, but there were way too many of them, and they passed right through their environment without issue. They would pass through her as well if they touched her, leaving only a searing pain and a hideous rash where they hit.
If she jumped back for space, she would finally see its whole, baffling body. It was hovering off the ground, exposing that its body beneath the head was like a web, a membrane stretched between limbs. Those limbs stretched on past the membrane, trailing off dozens of feet outwards, curling, twirling tentacles tipped with those grasping hands.
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Post by othus on Aug 14, 2020 8:00:35 GMT
The wounds on Leor's body ached with every move he made, he held tight to the creature while attempting to reach for the staff but he was quickly thrown off. noticing the fall would easily be fatal, Leor summoned his gear yet again, stopping his fall mid-air. from there, the Poreal was back to the task at hand, dealing more damage to the device.
He summoned yet another set of crystals all over the structure and did a second controlled detonation. If that wasn't enough, he would repeat the process until it was done, or at least, while he could still maintain his conciousness.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 16, 2020 17:12:14 GMT
Spears stabbed her spear into the ground collapsed to her knees. The damage was finally too much. But she lasted long enough. They cleared a path forward. "You did well, Spears. Rest a while." She heard Melin say and her corporeal form disappeared. The animancer scooped up her soul and the spear and put them away for safekeeping. He then followed Elatha into the room where Cutter just destroyed an old trophy.
Cutter, and anybody else who was watching probably, was surprised by the sudden appearance of... Whatever this creature was. She reflexively jumped back in freight and got lashed through half her torso. Literally, through it. She didn't feel physical contact, but a splitting pain shot through every part the tentacle touched.
"You creepy cunt, I'll turn you into takoyaki!" She screamed and lept at it, slashing to bisect it in one fell swoop. As Shammy had just entered the room, Melin ordered him to wait and observe. If physical attacks passed through it like it passed through people and objects, they might need to figure something out with his powers.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 17, 2020 23:04:11 GMT
Yeah... those guys did a number on her - Elatha commented as they walked inside the room. At the moment she saw the creature she didn't knew what was that... The only thing that popped in her mind was a tulpa...But a tulpa wasn't exactly some kind of guardian or such... Physical attacks didn't do anything to it and somehow it could give a sensation of damage to Cutter... The Queen wasn't sure what kind of magic would be useful against such a creature...
Melin, I think it'll be better if we leave this place and go meet with the others... if this thing has such a peculiar magic then probably it can't leave this room.. - The Queen began to calculate, the only thing they could do right now was to teleport, let Melin absorb Cutter again and teleport to leave the place as fast as they could.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 19, 2020 17:54:49 GMT
Leor was now unchallenged at the pillar, the dragon flying away in a panic without its master and most of the men around the base of the pillar unwilling and unable to shoot at Leor through the cover of the explosions and dust he was kicking up. His series of blasts all over the pillar threw off a particularly thick cloud, obscuring him and the damage he did. Leor could see little but white dust, until a shadow loomed, then began to grow. One of the prongs of the device was toppling towards him, completely severed from the base by his explosions.
It rushed swiftly through the dust, striking Leor on the way down if he didn’t move quickly. Dust parted in its wake, swirling and rushing after it, clearing a path from ground to sky. The goblin on the ground saw his chance and grabbed a crossbow from a cowering dwarf. “I told him that you idiots hadn’t seen battle, but why listen to the mercenary? It’s not like he spends his entire life in battle.” He grumbled, raising the crossbow. “It might be too late, but just in case, I’m afraid you’ve gotta go.” He pulled the trigger, and a piercing bolt rushed up at Leor’s lower back. Far away, something shifted in position as the terrible pain driving it upwards began to lessen.
Onyx clashed with the other king of the mountain, over and over. Sword met fist, and each time both deflected. Onyx blasted his foe with flames, which were simply walked through without reaction, even as gold ran down stony legs in rivulets. The difference was that Onyx had been fighting all day, and Overking Haladam was totally fresh. Each swing was the slightest bit slower. Onyx was stumbling more, being driven back further than Haladam.
Each clash drove them further towards the lava rift that the uranium elemental had emerged from. Onyx swung again and his huge sword was smashed to the ground by a granite elbow to bounce away. “Tell me, as a dragon, can you burn?” Haladam asked as he stepped in to close off Onyx’s escape routes. “No.” Onyx said, stretching his hand out. Haladam turned to see the great sword he knocked aside spinning up behind him. It slammed into him, sweeping him into Onyx at full force and throwing both over the edge.
The phantasm didn’t move when Cutter struck, letting her blade pass harmlessly through its body. It just watched her trajectory, limbs coming up to surround her where she landed. They closed in to pass through her from every direction. Her extent rash would already be worsening, beginning to bleed, and her insides were in no better shape. “It’s some kind of spirit, but I don’t know what!” Cherry called, throwing a green bolt of crackling power that passed right through the creature, doing nothing but drawing its attention. She yelped and drew away as an arm came for her, Sherry fruitlessly trying to slash it away. The ghostly thing turned to look at Elatha and Melin, but made no move to attack, focusing its efforts on those already battling it.
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Post by othus on Aug 23, 2020 4:31:57 GMT
The Poreal's eyes widened at the sight of the structure falling straight towards him, he managed to dodge it mid-air right in time, was that enough to destroy the device? He began panting, He had already lost quite a lot of blood, and his wounds weren't healing anytime soon.
Down below, the goblin wasn't done with the Poreal, shooting a piercing bolt straight for his back, the Poreal, unaware of the danger, would have met its fate right there, if it wasn't for the follet, who climbed right out of Leor's collar and jumped down to meet the bolt head-on, as Leor turned to see what was going on, he could only catch the image of a bolt covered in flames and crumbling to ashes, by the time it got to him the projectile was nothing but a few sad embers. The Follet had sacrificed itself for him?! he caught the embers in his hands before they fell back, hoping the creature was safe, Leor looked at shapeless flames slowly fading and set them on his pocket.
Ire. Leor couldn't feel anything besides that. He flew downwards and then straight towards the goblin at a blinding speed, he unsheathed his blade and sliced at one of the creature's legs, if he managed to dismember the creature with his heated blade, he would proceed to mount and beat him senseless. All the people that had died for his sake, friends, family, everyone he loved. with every strike, Leor took it out on the goblin, this time, he would be thorough in applying punishment, making sure the creature felt the same pain he had been inflicting others.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 25, 2020 20:50:32 GMT
Cutter's sword passed through the ghostctopus like its tentacles passed through her. Except where the ghost was completely unaffected, Cutter was starting to feel herself bleeding everywhere the tentacles passed through.
"Cutter, retreat." Melin ordered and Cutter unusually had no complaints. Her sword wasn't the one that was gonna cut it. And Sherry wasn't able to interact with it either, so it's not like the creature could only hurt the person that destroyed the dinosaur. Furthermore, magic, at least kind Cherry had, couldn't damage it either. Cutter jumped back and tried to get around the ghost while it was distracted by Cherry and Sherry. She was slowed by her injuries, but she tried making her way toward Melin and Elatha.
"I hope you're right," Melin told Ela. "If it can follow us into the tight hallway, we would be in a lot of trouble. Let's go!" Melin took off toward the hallway they came from. Luckily the creature didn't seem interested in the people not attacking it.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 25, 2020 22:19:03 GMT
How weird... it's only reacting to the ones who are attacking it... - The Queen noticed before nodding at Melin. She waved at Cherry and Sherry in an attempt of letting them notice what they were doing so they could join them. Elatha thought if the thing truly could leave the room then the only thing they could do was to teleport outside and run as fast as they could to where Leor and Onyx went to. That way the creature would take longer or would return to where it came from after all, it couldn't be it could read minds at the point of knowing where Elatha was going to teleport everybody, right?
Wait here - She whispered to Melin, hoping for Cherry and Sherry to make it outside
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 28, 2020 4:44:19 GMT
“That’s more like it, get down here.” The hobgoblin dropped the crossbow and readied his second sword in preparation for Leor closing in. He swung out to parry that blazing blade. It was a simple maneuver, one he had done a thousand times. He would parry with one blade, striking with the other in the same moment. Many people had died to this maneuver. This time, it didn’t work.
The heat of Leor’s blade was so great that his parrying sword began to bend the instant they touched. As he pushed to deflect it, the blade snapped. Eyes wide, he jumped over the sword, right into Leor’s tackle. His vision was black sand, his swords lost in the struggle. A hit to the jaw added white stars to the darkness, and more followed. Only his years of experience saved him. He guarded his head with his long arms and bunched up his short legs under Leor’s stomach, kicking out to get distance. As soon as he had room, one hand scooped up a handful of sand to wash over Leor’s face, the other yanking free a knife from his belt and stabbing where Leor’s torso should be.
The fall was far, and time seemed to be moving in slow motion. Onyx saw the device tipping over the edge and sighed his satisfaction. The mountain would go on without him. He gave the signal, a great flare of blue flames easily visible to the people now gathering back at the palace’s entrance. It wasn’t the heat that would kill him down here. His own fire burned hotter than the lukewarm lava her fell towards. But lava was stone, melted but still just as dense. He would survive the landing, but with injuries, leaving his enemy to finish him off. Haladam was tougher still, possibly completely invincible. Onyx could see that scowl as they fell, growing deeper, rage building. He would be beset upon the moment he landed. He just tightened his grip on his sword and waited.
A blurry shape crested the canyon and flew past him. He was caught in soft arms and began to slow, Haladam pulling ahead faster and faster. “Lom!?” He stared back at her. “I thought you were with the others?” “They seemed to have it handled, and I can’t really fly around inside. And hey, aren’t you glad I came here?” She smiled and Onyx looked down. The scowl was gone on Haladam’s face as he looked up at them. There was shock, then a strange stillness, before he was too distant for Onyx to read his expressions. “I doubt anything could make me happier, past that.” He pointed at the last pieces of the device tumbling into the lava with the underground king. “Although that means…” Lom mumbled and Onyx went pale.
“Hurry. Hurry! We need to pick up Leor if he’s not fleeing himself!” He yelled as they topped the canyon’s lip to peer across the palace. The elemental had turned and was taking a few tentative steps towards the rift. It wasn’t close enough for anybody to feel the effects yet, but they soon would. With the elemental came radiation, enough to instantly kill nearly anything within a few hundred feet and plenty to lethally irradiate anything in the cavern when it entered. Onyx blew flames again for anybody who missed the first round as Lom flew towards the fallen device.
Cutter was let free when she fled, the creature concentrating its efforts on the one mortal who remained. Cherry and Sherry were left alone. Sherry was unharmed by the creature, but she could do nothing about its inexorable advance on her sister. Cherry couldn’t fly as fast as the arms reached, and she was about to be caught when she dove and slapped the flank of a tall, many-horned ungulate. It jerked into motion and the phantom startled, staring at this new source of motion. Cherry was able to flee before it recovered its focus, flying out into the hallway.
“Go go go!” She wailed, dropping out of the sky to run, Sherry taking up a rear guard position. The creature just watched them leave, then slowly floated over to the mount that Cutter had harmed and worked its arms through the cut, slowly sealing it. Outside, Cherry floated up and off the ramp, sighing and “sitting” in midair. “That was horrible! I can handle most spectres, but Cutter really peeved it! I didn’t even get a chance to talk before it was trying to kill us!” She said before her eyes spotted a flickering blue flame coming over the palace. “Hey! They did it! Leor and Onyx did it!” She yelled and pointed.
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Post by othus on Aug 28, 2020 5:16:56 GMT
Leor instinctively jumped back as sand hit his eyes, he was young, but he had been bred for battle, it was not the first time they tried to get him with tricks, and it wouldn't be the last. As he managed to regain his vision, the Poreal reached for his blade, which teleported back to his hand.
"You are tough, I'll give you that...however, this is the end of our bout"
The poreal made his blade summon a wall of ardure crystals between them, he then made others appear under the goblin, not to skewer him, but to trap the creature. they would not burn him, but they would immobilize anyone that didn't have super strenght.
It was at that moment that Leor made his escape, flying away as blood dripped from his wounds. were the rest ok? he had no way of knowing. what had happened to Elatha? to Cherry and Melin? ...to Onyx? He could only pray to Shura they were safe.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 28, 2020 16:18:12 GMT
Elatha glanced back, feeling quite guilty about the creature - Hey, I can go back and repair whatever got wrecked there... at least it won't be as pissed as- - But she immediatly got interrupted as Cherry announced their victory. Something was wrong, Elatha could feel something changing in the air, the ground... Her instincts told her they needed to flee immediatly.
Everyone! Let's get the hell outta here!! - She commanded to the rest. In her face, the tribal symbols appeared once more, shinning with a light blue color.
As she and the others ran to evade the danger, she tried to contact the Follet that was with Leor but it seemed it was left unconscious in a crowded place, considering by the sense of the fabric surrounding it, it was probably from the pants she gave Leor, she could sense movement, so he was alive and probably trying to run away as well.
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Post by TimePuppy on Aug 31, 2020 9:44:05 GMT
As Cherry and Sherry got away, Melin finally saw how the creature operated. It seemed attracted to movement, like the t-rex from Jurassic Park. It was an offensive motion detector! If the owner could control it, it would be a perfect home security tool in the hidden world. But as it stood, it presented a large obstacle.
Luckily, it wasn't an obstacle they had to get around. Cherry pointed out their goal was accomplished. Leor and Onyx destroyed the device scaring away the elemental! Now it should stop burrowing out and go back to its burrow or wherever it slept.
...It was coming back to the pit under the palace.
"Follow Elatha! Grigoros! Before the elemental gets close enough to kill us by proximity!" He started running and beckoned Shammy over. He quickly demanifested him and Cutter, then brought Bowie back out. He'd use Bowie's teleportation arrows to move faster.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 1, 2020 5:54:28 GMT
The goblin, expecting another assault, was caught off guard as the crystal wall began to grow. He jumped, but it grew faster than he could leap, and he bounced off the growing wall to fall back. “Decided you’re not fighting again? You were so bold for a second there!” He paced, watching for a weak point while he talked. “You really just gonna leave me in here after I killed that little fireball bitch?” He hissed, but Leor would have no chance to respond.
“Leor!” Onyx’s call came through the dust, and soon Leor would see the flicking blue flames around his mouth. Onyx yanked off the ring as Lom touched down. “You’re alright. That’s good.” He studied Leor, seeing plenty of wounds. “Whatever it means, you’re a warrior now. Come on, you’ve been injured for the cause and you’re not dying for it. Can you fly?” Onyx extended a hand and Lom added hers in. She would fly both of them if she had to.
The path out of the mansion was easy for everybody. If any of the dwarven soldiers lived, they had fled when the Uranium Elemental turned. They would find abandoned weaponry and equipment scattered about, abandoned to let them flee more quickly. They emerged soon, facing the great tunnel. They could see its face now as it slowly made its way down the slope. Its eyes stood out on its sallow skin, brilliant blue and set on their sides so that they blinked sideways rather than up and down, placed beside a mouth that was little more than a jawless hole, rasping, tooth-covered tongue writhing within. It did not seem to even notice them as it stooped, looking past them at the fallen pillar.
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Post by othus on Sept 1, 2020 21:49:54 GMT
Leor reached for his pocket, feeling the warmth of the embers, surely Ela would be able to save the Follet. The Poreal did not care for the goblin's provocation and focused instead on Onyx and Lom, who had just arrived, much to his surprise.
"I can, I'm glad to see you are both fine as well, let's get out of here"- he said as he took their hand and left with them. Whatever the fate of the goblin was, Leor was not concerned. he managed to hold him back , and the goblin would probably be able to find a way out by himself.
"Are the rest ok? we are not going to leave anyone behind, right?"- Leor said as they flew away, his wounds ached, but he would be fine after some rest. Poreal bodies healed fast.
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