this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
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The slightest hint of an unfamiliar scent hits the dunewurm as it barely misses its mark. And so, against its better judgement, its head turns around while under the sands and resurfaces, bolting towards Maddox (and closing the distance between them) with jaws agape, intent on tasting the Aphrodite's Dust in his system. Charani's earth shower pummels its again-exposed injuries, causing the beast to let out a deafening roar, but not discouraging it from its newest target.
Post by Charani Petrov on Oct 31, 2018 22:51:48 GMT
@murder team
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
"How do I release and get untied?"
"I don't know how to make you feel alive."
He really wished he had some kind of teleportation spell at his disposal. Something he could use to bring others to him or he could bring himself to others. A knights duty to protect and defend. To be everywhere and nowhere at once. An iron wall that blocks out all evil in the world with a will as hard as diamond. He was not like that though. He was simply a boy. A boy who had some amount of power but still just a boy. It helped little that his offensive output was far below that of the other two men.
This thing needed to die. It had to die soon. Quickly. Teddy would shoot more storm shards of crystal at whatever point of flesh he could see. The thing had be to full of shards by now with how much the two had been throwing at it. Especially now with kinks in its armor more easily usable. The pain did not seem to effect it much though besides the screaming. It did not deter its wrath at all really. How annoying.
"Just die already and be at peace..." he hummed as he took out his Dueling wand and pointed it at the creature. Maybe if he could cause it to spasm again the thing would at least have to wait a few seconds to try and eat the strapping older man whom it was so intent on devouring. It could give him maybe a fraction of a second or maybe at best a handful of seconds to flee or kill it. Maybe it he shot magic right into the inside of its mouth? Destroy its core.
The witch used VIBRIONUS at the creature. Hopefully that in tandum with the shards constantly bombarding it would slow it down enough or even kill it. He was not very confident in this plan but it was better than doing nothing. He was to far away to effectively do that much after all even with the things large side. He wished he knew a more offensive earth spell like lances or something that líng lù-xī knew. Or her explosives. Those would probably come in very handy right now.
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 1, 2018 2:34:49 GMT
he bites down a startled yelp as the dunewurm crashes past — it is far too close for comfort, even with the wings adding a good deal of speed to his movement. all he can do is double down on trying to gain distance, teeth gritted as he summons up a windsurfer beneath his feet, flattens his wings against his spine and dashes ahead. it’s a frustrating fight: he wants nothing more than to use his axe and quickly, neatly dispatch his foe with one swift strike, but something as small as an axe will do dreadfully little against a creature of such size.
there is a roar behind him. closer than before. oh, shit. guess the aphrodite’s dust is finally working. a quick decision is made: maddox squints amidst the dust stirred up in the fight and bolts in his chosen direction, away from mirrorlight.
‘playing bait? really? that was your best idea?!’ his familiar shrieks into his mind, ears pinned against his skull and dark eyes furious. 'yeah, let's just tank an entire dunewurm by ourselves! nothing bad is gonna happen! i'm totally strong enough!'
maddox doesn’t answer, at least not in anything coherent or resembling a sentence. his thoughts can, at this point in time, be summed up as a constant string of cursing. he feels the sting of sand and wind against his face and the reverberations of the dunewurm’s roar rattling in his bones, hears the high-pitched electric whine of a vibrionus go off. he wonders briefly how he ever ended up in this situation.
he spares a glance over his shoulder just barely long enough to launch a wind dragon bullet off, the wind-formed beast crackling with blue electricity as it streaks through the air, aiming for its open maw.
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The dunewurm jolts at the vibrionus attack and spasms from the lightning-infused wind dragon bullet which flies into its mouth. The giant beast gracelessly tumbles onto the surface of the sands, unable to fully control its movements for a short time. Though not dead, blood spills from between its teeth, and it seems to be its own rather than from a meal this time.
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 21:32:11 GMT
the wind dragon bullet whips through the air with devastating accuracy, and the last thing maddox sees of it is the lightning-blue flash of energy and the buzz of static in the air as it impacts its target. between that and the vibrionius attack, it seems enough to stun the dunewurm, at least for the moment. it’s a good enough time as any to strike.
he doesn’t waste any time in wheeling to a stop, wings flared to their full width abruptly to halt the momentum, the windsurfer cutting across the surface of the sand and sending up a wave-like spray of dust. the remnants of the unnatural storm above still swirl in the sky restlessly, grey clouds in an otherwise clear sky. they make as if to disperse, thinning out as the fight rages down below, but he does not let it go to waste: again, he calls down the lightning storm, energy blue-turned-silver as the jagged bolts arc down from the sky.
moosely joins in as well, hooves digging deep into the sand for traction as the familiar redoubles the effort into the lightning storm, until the bolts bisect the sky into storm and calm, until the sting of ozone and burning dunewurm flesh fill the air; until the dunewurm makes another move towards them or finally ( hopefully ) falls still. both witch and familiar hope fervently for the latter. ( both witch and familiar are still poised and tense, ready to bolt again if the dunewurm attacks once more. )
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The only option was to attack more. More rocks. More crystals. More power. The creature was on its last legs by the looks of it. Lightning was raining down from the sky like magic. Well. You get the imagery.
The duo of canine and human would throw more storms of crystals at the creature. Trying to overwhelm the weakened defenses with raw numbers. All they needed to do was push and push until it couldn't move. Couldn't fight back.
The one red haired boy from his nightmares. He seemed the most injured of the group. The girls were otherwise unharmed much and despite the young daddy being the brunt of the creatures attention he was doing better than the other male.
Hopefully this was enough. It had to be enough. He could feel his mana reserves dwindling from the barrages of crystal. He still wasnt near well enough for this. He wouldnt be surprised if his familiar vanished if this fight dragged on longer. He hated feeling this weak. This helpless. He wished aiden emerson was here. He always made the seer feel better.
The dunewurm finally succumbs to the wrath of earth and sky. falling limply as its body shudders and slowly loses feeling. The sands drink up pools of the beast's blood as it struggles (but fails) to cling to life. [break][break][notice: unless very extreme actions are taken, there will be one more staff post before the end of this thread]
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 12, 2018 5:31:09 GMT
there’s the crack of rocks and crystal against the beast’s crumbling armor, and the shrieking of winds and crackle of lightning in the air; their assault is relentless until the dunewurm finally goes limp, the tension holding its ferocious form up snapping like a cut thread. maddox ducks out of the way just in time, backpedaling and skidding across the sands before the body slams into the ground before him, the impact almost as terrifying as it had been when it was alive.
he remains tense for a second longer, an arm outstretched with magic quivering at his fingertips, grey eyes narrowed and focused for any last movements, just in case it isn’t really dead. but the wurm shows no sign of further movement, and silence eventually falls over the battlefield. gradually, he straightens up, becoming increasingly aware of the sting of sand and dust in his eyes and laboured breathing in the stifling heat of the battle. moosely, standing behind him, is as still as a dark marble statue, glowering still at the dunewurm before he, without any warning, retreats into the familiar plane.
“goddamn finally,” he ends up saying to himself, in a sigh that escapes him with relief and satisfaction alike, letting himself fall backwards onto the sands unceremoniously. after a solid few seconds of staring at the dunewurm’s corpse, he slaps himself on the chest and purges the effects of aphrodite’s dust, just to make sure he doesn’t attract any unnecessary attention.
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The dunewurm remains limp as all awareness leaves it. The sands return to their previous silence.
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Post by Charani Petrov on Nov 18, 2018 17:03:59 GMT
@murder team
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
"How do I release and get untied?"
"I don't know how to make you feel alive."
The creature was dead. So dead and it was empty. He felt empty. Was he supposed to feel some kind of satisfaction? Some form of relief perhaps? He didn't feel... much of anything right now... just this kind of sad empty void that was craving warmth. He dropped to his knees, sweat dripping from his brow. Teddy would vanish in order to preserve he mana his witch had left. Enough to move and maybe use some simple magic but not much else. He was drained.
He would take a minute to move. Ignore the limp creature and make his way to attempt to help the others. The red head especially. Honestly he'd probably use episkey to try and help heal his wounds. Being a low level healing spell it probably wouldn't do much but it was better than nothing especially since he was not a weak little fledgling. He looked tired. He felt tired. He wanted to go home. He wanted to crawl into bed.
He made a mental note to make his way to aiden emerson house after this was over. He didn't want to be alone and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Honestly he would probably just let himself in and crawl into bed with his friend given how late it would be. The other boy was always so warm and didn't seem to mind how affectionate he was when sad. He was a good friend. A great friend. A best friend. He was all the brunette needed now.
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Nov 19, 2018 6:30:55 GMT
the sands remain still and silent. it is well and truly dead, then. the wave of exhaustion that washes over him in the finality of that fact is terrible. maybe that purge spell wasn’t the best idea. he’s a little ways away from the rest of the group so for a moment, he draws his knees up towards his chest and rests his chin on his knees, staring blankly at the unmoving sands. his attention is wholly dedicated to forcing down a wave of exertion-induced nausea. did he have breakfast before this? maybe he should have had breakfast before this. or water maybe. why did he come into a desert without a water bottle?
silently, tentatively, he reaches into the headspace he shares with the familiar. ‘hey moosely? we good now, or are you still not talking to me?’
there is no response; nothing but a pointed, heavy silence. the adrenaline of the fight is fading now, the exhilaration of his familiar finally materialising ever since the incident giving way to an unwanted and familiar hollowness. gods, he’s tired. he doesn’t know what the familiar wants, doesn’t understand why the familiar is punishing him for situations so wildly out of his control-
‘but it wasn’t,’ snarls the familiar, sudden and without warning, an explosion of fury within his mind so savage and unbridled that it physically rocks him back, jolting him out of his trance. but moosely speaks no more than those few words, and leaves the air heavy with a rebuke unvoiced. it’s alright, though. the message is clear enough.
he exhales heavily, glances at the wurm’s still corpse wearily, and pulls out the obsidian mare from his back pocket. thankfully the little bit of mana that is required to activate it doesn’t make him keel over just yet, and he climbs onto the enchanted mount with little issue to begin the trek to mirrorlight. reward first, then he’ll start working on whatever bullshit moosely wants him to do.
( he’s a soldier through and through, and the war has only just begun )
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Post by Charani Petrov on Nov 19, 2018 7:27:13 GMT
@dune bois
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
LOREM IPSUM
"why am i like this?
"why am i like this?"
The older man just leaves. He does not seem to offer to help the others who are obviously tired. Without the potion being in effect it makes him... well he isnt angry hes just... disappointed like a guard at super guantanamo. They dont beat you there just tell you how disappointed they are in you. It is kind of depressing. Oh right back to the desert.
"Can you stand...?" Charani would ask the young red haired man. He would try his best to help him since... well to be totally honest he didnt seem like he would be able to make it back to the city on his own. He was the one who seemed the most hurt. Everyone else was just exhausted.
He would reach out his hand to the red haired man to try and help him up. Sure he tried his best with healing but he was not a healer at all. Basic wounds sure but his wounds looked deep. Broken bones perhaps? It was hard to tell since he... you know wasnt a doctor or anything. If he couldnt walk... he would help move him.
Well... and by move him he would allow the older man to use him as a crutch as they walked. Or maybe he could help him with a broom. No wait... he didnt have a broom. Well that was out. Well maybe one of the girls could help with some kind of magic? Or like wings or something. A flying familiar or larger one than his own. It would be so helpful. They would make it there eventually... probably much later than maddox rothscus ✨ the deserter. At least their reward would be good... hopefully.