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
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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It takes her minutes before she realizes what she could have done when casting SPEARS. People around her are terrified, and only more so because of the second shot of earthen spears blasting from below the ground. She could have impaled someone. There was one primary target, but she could have impaled anyone. And she did not want that. She did not want to harm innocents just because of her magic.
[break][break]Emery is not breathing evenly. Her leg wrapped in a cloth is still healing, but it's still painful and she wouldn't dare move it even when forced to. She winces in pain and tries to stand up, looking at the crowds and some eyes staring at her with fear. She doesn't seem to have hit that woman. This makes her frown even more, knowing the failure of hitting a supposed target and damaging what was supposed to be an innocent.
[break][break]Someone takes her the time to ask what happened to her, but she almost limps behind Ardi as a reply. However, that someone seems to help her in hitting the woman with her spears, manipulating gravity itself; she turns and looks at the white-haired Knight from earlier, who declares she would help her. The blonde blinks at her, tiredly now, before smiling. "...Thank you." She guesses it's the right thing to say.
[break][break]But her eyes widen and she is awakened, tiredness almost forgotten once she hears the rumbling sound from behind her. She whips her head quickly and flinches with a glare at the earthen avalanches, casting FORTRESS, the largest and tallest and strongest she could. She raises her hand and the fortress eventually rises; this wouldn't entirely stop the rubble, but it would give her and her company time to escape.
[break][break]With a small scream, she climbs on Gallardias and the gryphon flaps her wings, staring at Raven with urgency in her eyes. Emery is urgent as well, and she reaches out a hand for Raven to take. "Come on, we've got to hurry!" They do have to; the fortress won't last for long and the rubble would bury them inside if they don't hurry to get out.
[break][break]I don't really know what to write here except her blocking the earth with fortress... anyway please just do whatever you want with her because i know fortress won't work against the monster called earthen rubble ;o;
Post by raven delacroix on Feb 17, 2019 8:07:32 GMT
Well, will you look at that. Raven has gotten pretty good with aiming her spells. She unhooks gravity around the first of the unearthed spears thus making them hurtle towards the teal-haired bitch in an unprecedented speed. But it hits nothing. No one. Raven blinks, and just like that, the woman is gone. Her head hurts still from the mental intrusion she's receiving. What in the world is this woman talking about. For all she cared for, it's bullshit.
The wounded Knight says her thanks and Raven nods. "Gotta stick together," she whispers. It's important not to be alone at this point in time--there's simply a higher chance of survival. Like in the case of this one. Raven has the audacity to think that the danger has subsided ( for a while ) but a new menace appears. Raven steps back, dumbfounded as the part of the arena turns on its own--and it's coming right for the duo.
Earth versus Earth, and all the rumbling hurts Raven's ears. The earth rumbles and the skies suddenly turns very windy. There's so much going on and all Raven could do is to shield herself from the wind. Brilliant. But there is a voice suddenly and a hand reaching out to her. Oh. As soon as Raven realizes that the gryphon is their escape, she quickly takes the blonde's hand and hauls herself up to the back of the creature. Soft and fluffy.
"Yeah, right, quick quick quick! Let's get out of here!" Raven yells. The earth is about to swallow them up and Raven just hopes that the gryphon would be able to bring them to safety. While she's panicking the starcaller is able to catch the advancing figure of a certain figure--and well, they'll be damned.
He is certain his blade struck, and that the Knight's body which lay in front of him is dead. But, he is also certain that the corpse's eyes moved and cut him with a glare more judgmental than he'd ever before witnessed from human remains.
Perhaps, he hadn't fled this scene quickly enough.
Regrettably, he doesn't have time to answer the questions of "who" or "why" before flames from the doorway flicker in the corner of his vision. If there was any doubt before, Desmond was now certain that it was time for him to make an exit.
"Get downstairs," he mentally orders Grendel, who'd been obediently curled up in the back corner, silently keeping watch over the Knight he'd paralyzed with his venom. The urgency of the command squashes any would-be protests from the familiar, its horrific form melting away and obediently re-materializing at the bottom of the stairs. At the same time, Desmond starts making his way down on foot.
But, Taylan isn't following.
The seer hesitates on the steps, eyes still above the upper floor and able to see Taylan's vines form a barrier and Iris's elemental magic summon a pillar of water below the enemy. A spark of frustration grates Desmond's nerves, and manifests as an annoyed snarl on his lips. Why was he just sitting there, trying to face some summoned monster on his own for the benefit of strangers?
Desmond knew that there wasn't a lot of open water in the area, so using his own techniques on the atronach might just retract from Taylan's efforts. But, from those wounded against Taylan's thorns earlier in their escape, from the body whose life he'd just ended, and from the other three wounded Knights in the room, he knew that there was plenty of blood. Damn the fates... he knew he was going to regret this later.
The first motion of his staff sends a dark, viscous water dragon bullet at the atronach from above. The second motion grabs Taylan and the girl he was tending to in a sinewy-red water web, forcefully pulling them back towards the stairs and away from the door. Desmond makes a point to wrap part of the web around where he thought the girl's injuries were to hold them shut, but doesn't have a good enough view from his current position to aim it perfectly. "We need to leave," he pointedly hisses at the florist once he's close, releasing the web so he can again move freely.
ooc taylan karga spells used: guide (adv), heirloom wand (staff of the eternal depths), dreamcatcher (adept item)
A chill runs down Medeia's spine as she realizes how completely mayhem had consumed this event, and how badly they were losing to a single assailant -- How quickly her closest allies in this fight had turned to threats on both flanks. [break][break] Thankfully, neither seem to be particularly aggressive... at least, not yet. With her primary target vanished, the High Priestess takes a moment to exhale an incantation, summoning Sol's Blessing onto herself. Her eyes glow brightly as a well of mana rushes through her, and her spells become strengthened. [break][break] A crack of lightning bolts from her wand, shattering the barrier which claire fermont had entrapped her in. Immediately after, she erects a similar barrier around Claire to mitigate her potential damage. She summons a jet of water behind her, where Valerus had been standing, but it splatters to the ground unimpeded. He must have moved elsewhere, she realizes, and curses under her breath. [break][break] [break] Witches continue to fight their own covens, families, and friends, under the influence of the teal-haired woman's command. Containing the hostiles has become more difficult (nearly impossible for some) after the introduction of mass invisibility. ninos knight will feel as the stone rubble which had been flung his way breaks some of the new bones covering his arms and chest. At least the fractures all seem to be outside his body instead of inside. [break][break] @emery and raven delacroix hear Gallardias let out a pained cry as the wave of earthen rubble rolls through Emery's fortress wall and leaves a deep gash in the gryphon's hind leg, just as she's lifting off the ground. She struggles to make as much distance as possible between herself and the danger as quickly as possible, though can't keep as much lift as she normally would carrying two people instead of one. [break][break] heath ambroise takes the full force of Billy's attack, causing him to be pushed back and go temporarily blind. [break][break] aiden emerson is swiftly consumed by a different kind of blindness, as the shadow constructs begin to rip and tear at his and Chrysa's skin. Between the fluttering of wings and other sounds of general chaos in the arena, he still might be able to hear the sickeningly familiar voice: "I do not take kindly to meddlers." A sharp stab in Aiden's side, as from a sword, is the last thing he would feel before succumbing to pain and blood loss. [break][break] [break] Lunacea Joyheart is late. She can tell by the way her coven trinket is alerting her of multiple Helios Knights nearing death, and in the Helios Knights' arena, no less. Though she had begun running with alchemically enhanced speed at the first sign of loss of life, she was already being alerted to more. [break][break] Smoke and dust rise from the arena, and citizens run from destructively created holes in the outer wall. Ah... so She must have shown up after all... [break][break] Lunacea rushes inside, with her first order of business merely to stabilize anyone she can reach. One such effort includes throws a vial of golden liquid at the swarm eating away at aiden emerson, causing the shadows to scatter in a flash of blinding light (unfortunately, not before the young Knight had already passed out). [break][break] [break] A second noteworthy presence arrives around the same time, though through a back stairwell rather than a front gate. She had come from the hospital, having been in a charade-like conversation with a pleasant elderly woman whom she was fairly sure was named "Josie", right up until she'd felt a young life snatched away. That loss of life had led her here. In ascending the stairs, she comes across Desmond Grey's familiar and glares at it warily. Her left eye appears cloudy, while the right is dark, matching her hair which is half black and half white, and her skin which seems half young and half wrinkled. "Dædbana!" she suddenly snaps at the creature, flicking her hand as she fearlessly stomps towards it, causing long, off-white splinters to zip forwards and hover threateningly mere inches from the arachnid's many eyes. Once she's at the base of the steps, she glares straight up at Desmond Grey and growls the word a second time, accusatory. She says something else -- a short sentence -- but not in a language that anyone else present would know. [break][break] Thankfully, the water from the two Silvertongues had extinguished the flames of the atronach, causing it to dissipate into nothingness. Just a few flames made it past Taylan's barrier, and hit nothing of importance since the two closest targets had been pulled back. The wounded woman whom Taylan had been tending no longer seemed capable of words, but, at least did not seem to be losing any additional blood with Desmond's blood web around her. [break][break] [break]OOC IMPORTANT NOTE!claire fermont, Billy Kasparian, and Zephyr Hart, please do not post in this round before you receive a PM with more nightmare details.
[break][break]The next staff post will be in 4-6 days. No new characters are allowed in this thread at this point.
[break][break] Bad things are much more likely to happen to characters if they fail to post for 2 consecutive rounds.
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"] His focus, and therefore most of his energy, had been on the girl in his arms. He had a hunch cutting the magic that had a choke hold on the girl would be helpful, even if his position wasn’t the best. It seemed he couldn’t withdraw too far without danger. The witch, the orchestrator of this whole mess closed is and so did the hordes of sleeping knights. Chaos erupted, and he caught a glimpse of Claire before a flash of magic exploded towards Medeia and then his vision turned dark. Soft at first, and then itching spreading and tearing at his clothes and leather before a burning ad piercing sensation spread. His eyes are forced shut and he felts something insect like envelop him and Chrysanthemum. He’s lost so much mana trying to purify whatever monstrosity clung to her and his hand reaches towards his pouch for something useful unable to call forth enough mana for another Concussion Wave.
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He only hears the terrified screams of Peregrine, unable to see his rider and friend as panic sets in and Aiden can’t breathe from the swarm. “I’m coming!” but its muffled and hoard and he feels the disgusting sensation of flesh-eating butterflies slip into his mouth and he crunches desperately. Panic begins to override his thoughts of a plan and his heartbeat become deafening in his own ears. He’s sure things are happening. More important things. He needed to get up, to help, to move Chrysanthemum, to heal, to do anything but-
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And then a voice cut through it all. Cold, malicious, a cunt.
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And then the redhead feels something pierce his body so deeply he can’t even move, choking on bit of sound that escapes him and fear drips like ice shutting off any taste of adrenaline he had in him. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, and it’s scarily familiar. A forgotten nightmare tucked away into the back of his thoughts.
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Thump.
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Rosario and Macintosh are smiling at him, proudly.
Amelia Cunningham is cupping his face, crying. He has never seen her cry in his entire life. Her eyes mirror his; the same dark green filled to the brim with emotion. She cups his face and brushes his hair out of his eyes and begs him to stay awake, stay alive.
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I’m so tired…
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“I know.”
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It hurts…
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“I know.”
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And he realizes he’s crying as she wipes a tear from his cheek and looks him in over once more. One last time.
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“Aiden, don’t be reckless like h̢̢͜ ̶i m̧̡. And be better, because you want to be better.”
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He wants to ask her another question but it’s all gone in an instant of blinding light and Aiden finds himself gasping, sucking in a deep breath of air. His coven crest shining brightly underneath his shirt before fading, whatever magic in it now expended. The shadow swarm is gone, leaving behind shredded clothes and bleeding pockmarks. Eyes darting around, he doesn’t see his mom, but he can almost feel the lingering touch on his face. His wounds are tender, but his heart is beating steadily. He can hear it. How close had he been? There’s a brief moment of horror, remembering he hadn’t willed himself to stay awake like he should’ve. He hadn’t fought it. Maybe that’s why he’d seen her, as a way to kickstart that will to live again. Idiot.
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Aiden catches sight of Lunacea and calls out to her, coughing unexpectedly at the sudden dryness in his throat. He swallows hard before looking up. “Miss, Lunacea, please. She needs more help than I do.” He said, wincing as the act of yelling drew from his chest. His pristine rider’s uniform was caked in dust and stained in blood. What a shame. “I- …I can heal myself, but I can’t heal her too.” He added, averting his eyes from her and back at the chaos reigning before him to hide his own shame. He began searching for more spools of healing thread, intent to fix himself up but trying to stay vigilant after such a close call. He couldn’t do more, but the least he could try was to evacuate Chrysanthemum.
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spells used: dreamcatcher, bag of holding, purge, STARING AT A DRYING WALL: MANA-DIFFUSING INK [break] techniques used: [break] items used: giving emery WEAVING - RESTORATIVE THREAD: CLOTHES FOR CONTACT HEALING | using healing potion, heirloom wand: shears of fortune
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 20, 2019 8:26:39 GMT
Heath finds his eyes roaming, taking a moment among the chaos, seemingly at ease, unattached from it all. He couldn’t care less really. He looks around taking in every detail, his brain buzzing as he tried to put to memory every detail. He couldn’t want to write it, try to recreate it with ink and word. The pinkette does however, turn to his colleague when he hears his name, tensing a bit before looking around for whatever Ninos was talking about. His eyes drift to the teal haired witch again and the blur of speed that rushes through the chaos. He doesn’t hear Sinclair shrieking his name, only catch in his periphery movement, and glance at the last second to watch Billy slam him with a ball of solar energy that hits hard before exploding like a flash bang.
The world goes white and Heath shuts his eye tightly as the wind is knocked out of him and he’s pushed backwards and rolls a couple of feet back where came from. He can’t see, and he’s sore, but he’s alive, mostly. The horrible wheezing and gasping escaping him was a sign that he was alive. ‘Sinclair!’ he reaches out and feels the response of a furious, but still conscious coati. He didn’t know who he wanted to sink he teeth into more: Billy or his own fucking witch. Heath gets up, shaking off dust and debris. Awe and curiosity abruptly interrupted by an annoyed glare at his friend. “You’ve been holding out on me.” He snapped, irritated he’d almost been mauled by wolves with this fucker around. Sinclair is rabid. He latches onto his witch, digging claws into his shoulders uncomfortably, still one with some inkling of sight for now. “Could you worry about yourself for the moment? March forth, quickly before that knife throwing idiot starts taking pot shots at your skinny little legs.” Sinclair yells into Heath’s ears, not helping much.
The journalist takes off running, following his familiar’s commands with one hand lightly tapping the wall he’d smacked into as he begun to follow the arena’s circumference. He heard screaming a lot, and the sound of magic happening and exploding but sight was still very unclear. He clothes his eyes to protect them, relying more on Sinclair and tripping occasionally. “Heath, stop.” Sinclair spoke before dropping down to pick up a few chunks of wound blown off form somewhere in the arena. “Ok go go! No dallying while vulnerable!” the coati shouted once more as Heath blinked his eyes every so often trying to cast Biological Metrics.
The force of his magic blows into the horse creature... and in reality does quite a bit of damage to the twink boy that was his unwitting target. He should be lucky they were facing a wraith in the dream or he would probably have used magic that was... well much more deadly to humans than Wraith's Bane.
The wraith screeches in pain as its flesh boils from the magic light striking it... bursting outward with some force. The creature does not pause in its movements though. It does not back down. Its unnatural, tentacle-like limbs grow longer and dart outwards, shattering through the side of the magical barrier blocking its path. These extensions soar towards the female knight on a path of war. The black limbs spear at the ground around her like a cage. Hopefully she does her thing to escape.
The arena below them is rocked by Zephyr Hart assault with earth magic. Cracks and stone move their way as he does his thing. There are bones of those who have fallen. Possibly fallen to this creature... though a quick inspection would show they were not all human.
Billy was making his move to get closer to his teammate using his Stairway to Heaven ability like he seemed to do quite often. Little squares of light were around the battlefield appearing and vanishing as were needed.
The earth attack however doesnt seem to hit as the creature can fly? Or at least seems to be able to levitate or at least stay airborne for long enough to avoid the attack. He doesnt have time to think about it. None of them do.
The creature turns its attention towards Billy as he had seemed to do the most damage of the three witches so far. Thank you wraith spell for that. The black limbs that were not busy with claire fermont went at him. Well isnt this just great.
"Annoying." The jester used his mana to form wires in an attempt to restrain the damn creature at least a little. If nothing else he would try to tie some of the limbs the thing had together using his Ultraviolet Light skill to leave some burn marks at the very least. He really didnt like this thing.
"Zephy you wouldnt happen to be able to gate us out of here would you?" The adept witch hummed loudly as he attempted to dodge the damn limbs coming after him and making his way towards his family. He was mostly ignoring Claire and her predicament right now. She was a tough girl she could do it herself.
In the real world the young witch was using his footfalls of light to follow after his friend heath ambroise ignoring pretty much all other distractions. Wires of purple light would pop up coming after the male witch trying to restrain him. Let us hope he doesnt get caught unless he was a big fan of burns. Burns were no bueno. On the plus side he didnt seem to be using any magic though would kill his friend at least. At least not on purpose... though he did seem to be using much more power than at the very least Heath had seen him use.
Post by raven delacroix on Mar 4, 2019 2:11:37 GMT
The gryphon gains altitude, but not soon enough as to avoid the barreling earth. Raven feels a chill run down through her body as the creature shrieks in pain. The gryphon is hurt. Still, it keeps on flapping its wings, attempting to get away from the scene. Raven takes a moment to assess the situation. Carrying two people with an injured hind aren't good odds at all, and Raven honestly has enough it.
Raven loosens her hold on the gryphon as she fishes out the small compact wings from her stash. Before she does the unthinkable for one Raven Delacroix, she lightly taps the back of the blonde-haired Knight. "Go, get away from here."
Raven has never really been the heroic type. Time seems to slow down upon the idol Knight as the earth blurs from below her. Chaos is everywhere, and all throughout the arena there are spans of ice, flaming barricades, overgrown plants, you name destruction, it's there. Raven sighs. If she and the blonde Knight is to survive, she must do this.
Pretty idiotic, really. Raven slaps the CUPID'S WINGS on her shoulder blades and hops off the gryphon. For a scary second she free falls and is convinced she's going to die in a mess of broken bones and fractured skull, but then the wings sprout and flaps, catching her and suspending her midair. Raven breathes a shaky breath... before slowly experimenting with the newfound item. Good, she's retained most of the training.
Feeling slightly more confident, Raven begins to zoom back to Emery. Forget about holding the creepy man back. The Knight figures out the buddy system would work best under these circumstances....
tld;dr uses cupid's wings and jumps off from the gryphon. flies alongside emery and gryphon
ITEMS used - ( 1 ) astragic grimore: libra the scales ( 2 ) the starmaker’s guide to the galaxy #2 ( 3 ) band of thorns ( 4 ) a gentle whisper ( 5 ) cupid's wings
It’s hard to rush when everything is a is bleached white. Vision isn’t returning fast enough for better coherence and the pinkette found himself stumbling every so often, hands dragging on stone walls while his familiar keeps threats at bay until further notice. “Sinclair, what’s happening? It’s still spotty.” He reported, huffing as he tried to stay upright despite unsure steps. The coati perched on his witch’s shoulders, snarling as Billy continued to pursue them. They couldn’t do much without Heath’s line of sight. It fell to Sinclair to take up defense while Heath gathered his wits.
Just as the pair think there’s reprieve, Sinclair watches as strings of light make their way towards them. “Tell your friend to stop attacking us!” Sinclair snarled as he whipped his tail, cold air rushing forth to create an array of spikes with Spiked In in an attempt to block the hot threads from getting any closer. “I don’t think he’s listening to reason!” Heath snapped back, his own hands fumbling with a small mechanical object he’d snatched out of his jacket. He’d also almost dropped it once or twice. He chucked upwards a small drone, which sparked to life before hovering for a moment. “Give me eyes on Billy.” He ordered as the little thing blinked with mana before hurrying off. Maybe this would help counter the blindness.
“I highly doubt this will do away with him for long. Can’t you immobilize him?” Sinclair shouted, exasperated with Heath’s usual lack of a cohesive plan, or fighting ability. “Not when I’m blind and not when I don’t know where he is.” Heath returned, equally frustrated about the whole affair. The plan had been to get in close enough to watch get an account of magical terrorist, not get strangled by his lying, sack of shit friend. Ok, maybe that was a little hard. But he was rightfully irritated about the whole event right now. “He’ll be here soon enough, if distance is what you’re worried about.” Sinclair observed, glancing from Heath’s drone to their relentless opponent. He heard the sizzle of steam as thread came into contact with ice, but he didn’t stop to figure out if it had stopped them. Instead, the journalist picked up his awkward pace trying not to drop the pieces of wood Sinclair had made him pick up.
spells used: atheneum: biological metrics, the modern atheneum: drones techniques used: spiked in items used:
Post by claire fermont on Mar 7, 2019 10:39:13 GMT
their words bared their teeth into the wall
i would rid the world of feral animals
[attr="class","dbody"]The barrier does little to no good, and it's a mistake to stand still. It's a mistake Claire would have to endure for the rest of this goddamn battle. The tentacles push outward and dart towards her. The tentacles form a cage around her, and with each heartbeat the cage solidifies, slowly, but surely. A heavy breath makes her realize that her mana is draining. Perhaps it's because of this wraith. Claire knows about wraiths, and the mere proximity to the dark creature is enough to deplete one's mana.
Claire gathers her remaining mana and channels Vani's elemental power. She lets loose wide arcs of SLICER with her legs and arms, and enforces the ice with ELEMENTAL SUPPLEMENTATION (ICE) slicing through the cage until Claire manages to break through, should the move work.
Her companions do more damage than her, it seems. Claire finds the horse creature shrieking in pain with Billy's light attack, and the earth shattered courtesy of Zephyr, of course. The earth reveals bones of various creatures Claire can't pinpoint. Quite the scene.
With an enhanced element, Claire decides to control the area. The air and the ground soon is filled with creeping ice as Claire tries to limit the movement of the wraith. As the witches flee, Claire chases the wraith behind them with LARGE SPREAD. Along with it, Claire lets loose particularly large SLICERS towards the creature, hoping to at least hit the wraith.
She realizes she's in a disadvantage here, because wraiths are meant to be fought with distance. She's most advantageous when she's fighting close combat. Well, she'll just have to wing it out. Claire is kind of disappointed she won't be able to dismember the horse, though, with her own bare hands. It should feel nice.
"If anybody needs some enhancement, just tell me. It's mostly augmented strength and speed, though," she says to the two men. They're separated, but luckily within earshot.
tl;dr uses slicer with elemental supplementation to break through the cage. tries to limit the horse's movements with large spread, also attacks it with slicer, all enhanced. tells zeph and billy if they need any augmentation, she's there
[attr="class","inkpost"]time slows to a crawl. it drags itself over the ground with its nails, every inch of moment painfully slow. ninos watches: he watches the inhuman speed that the dark-haired jester moves with part-fear part-amazement; he watches the light explode, before he hears miro shriek a warning and feels the rubble crash into him.[break][break]
the wind is knocked out of him in an instant. for a moment, he struggles for breath, gasps like a drowning man as he scrambles to stay upright, bracing against his familiar. he hears the crack of bones, each snap razor-sharp. but! he rolls his shoulder experimentally — bruised, not broken.[break][break]
it would probably do him well to help heath. he shakes off some fragments of shattered bone with a grunt, and spins around to track the pair of jesters. with a bark, miro begins darting towards them, while ninos follows hot on his heels.[break][break]
with light comes shadow: the familiar darts as near to billy as he can, conjuring up shadow tendrils in an attempt to trip up the light elementalist. ninos, on the other hand, snaps out another skin to bone spell. but this time, aimed the best he can at the other jester’s knees and ankles. he doesn’t want to harm — highly doubts he can — but admittedly, running around with ultra-hot wires just isn’t ideal, and he would really love for it to stop. [break][break]
tl;dr is attempting to help heath ambroise ; using shadow tendrils & skin-to-bone to try and restrict Billy Kasparian 's movement[break][break] items used: [break] (1) CHANGELING’S SCROLL[break] (2) KNOCKERBACKER[break] (3) SHEERFIRE DUST[break] (4) TRANSFIGURATION 101, SCROLL #6
Last Edit: Mar 14, 2019 8:27:29 GMT by ninos knight
[attr="class","i1scroll"]it’s only from the corner of his eyes that he notices desmond move away — accepts abandonment with a swallowed protest and a bitter taste on his tongue — returns his focus to the atronach, but only until he feels himself unceremoniously yanked backwards. he glances down at the not-quite-water web, traces it back to its origins. blinks.[break][break]
“i don’t like to leave loose ends,” he says, a half-hearted explanation as iris lets the pillar fall and slips back into the familiar plane, the atronach vanquished. the knight, now unconscious, is hoisted up onto his shoulder. no point leaving her when he’s already done so much to try and help. whether she’s going to actually be grateful over that, though, is an entirely different matter.[break][break]
he’ll burn that bridge when he comes to it, though.[break][break]
for now, he’s content to follow desmond’s lead, starting after the seer as they move towards the stairs. stops. peers over desmond’s shoulder curiously.[break][break]
“uh.” there’s a furrow between his brows, now, the language unfamiliar. something about this situation — of a person having voluntarily moved towards the action instead of, like any other sensible individual, run away — throws him off-kilter. “can we...help you?”
He feels the jolt of panic from Grendel before his familiar can even begin to stammer out an explanation of what's happening across their mind link.
"Th-there's a woman, with shards of-- of--"
Any further detail would have come too late, since the woman in question is already stomping dangerously into view. Useless familiar. What was even the fucking point of it going ahead...
Desmond notices that she's glaring at him now, barking some accusatory word in an unfamiliar accent. He stares at her blankly. She looks furious. Though, recalling the bloodied scene behind him and the crimson-stained weapon in his hand, Desmond couldn't really blame her. He's half tempted to dispel Grendel just to get those splinters away from the familiar's many eyes, if only to protect his own. But, who knew how she would react to the sudden action? Not to mention that the blood web holding the Knight in Taylan's arms together would fall away (a secondary priority certainly, but one which was just enough to give him pause). The blade of his war scythe slowly lowers to point at the ground, nonthreatening.
Taylan speaks first, and as he does the seer subtly flicks with practiced fingers to cast Tongues upon himself. "If you're looking for a fight, I'm certain the woman making half the stadium her puppets would be a rewarding opponent," he says with deliberate slowness, stepping to the side to make a clear path up the stairs for her. His fingers move again to cast rosetta stone, just in case he was lucky enough to receive a verbal reply instead of a violently physical one.
ooc taylan karga spells used: guide (adv), heirloom wand (staff of the eternal depths), dreamcatcher (adept item), tongues, rosetta stone
[attr="class","gearcore"] In the dreamscape, Zephyr knew he'd made a mistake before his earthen attack even reached the wraith. Bones buried shallowly beneath the arena's surface spoke straight into his skull as they were unearthed. (They are motionless and lifeless, but soon screaming with enough force to send needles through his eardrums -- it hurt, it hurt). He doesn't know exactly when he started clutching at the side of his head in an attempt to block it out, but it wasn't working at all.
He knew something was wrong. He knew Spock should be here -- he knew bones couldn't scream -- he knew his gates shouldn't open up to a gaping void -- he knew the crowd watching them should have proper faces. Logically, he knows all of this, he knows, but every time he tries to connect all of the anomalies, his brain drowns his thoughts with panic leeching from the wrongness of it all and he can't figure out how to fix it.
The wraith started flying, which was pretty damn close to a worst case scenario for an opponent who specialized in manipulating the ground. Zeph watches it cage Claire and target Billy, concerned by how quickly his current allies were getting shut down. It was a wonder he heard Billy at all with all the screaming bones in his head. "I... I don't know?" he says, louder than usual to beat out the screaming, "The gates look fucked." To demonstrate, he tosses one of them towards Billy, magically lifting the metal in its chain to suspend it in mid-air near the alchemist. Its activated surface, which normally would show its destination as clearly as an open doorway, was instead covered by a swirling darkness.
Fairly sure he doesn't want to do even more damage to the already upturned ground and bones, he pulls at the ground already disrupted, digging deeper. The earth shower technique sends earth and metal (and bone -- so many bones...) speeding towards the main body of the wraith. Hopefully, it'd be enough to distract the monster from Claire, or give Billy an opening (to attack? to jump through the portal? he isn't sure anymore).
In the waking world, Zephyr's unfocused eyes vaguely follow the movement's of @emery's gryphon for a few moments before flicking one of his portals towards Billy Kasparian with one hand, keeping the metal chain aloft with his elemental magic, while summoning up a storm of stone from the destroyed stands with the other. The chunks of hard earth rocket towards @emery, the gryphon, and raven delacroix flying beside them.
Sprocket has not stopped screaming, but has taken to pulling at the crafter's hair instead of whacking the side of his head. Her own head was starting to hurt from the link of shared pain with her witch, but that merely fanned the flames of her frustrations and made her lash out more fiercely.
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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All seems to be well; she keeps reassuring herself that they are going to be fine, attempting to tell Gallardias as well with a few soft pats on the side. The rubble is big and crashing into them like an avalanche and the gryphon is distancing itself so many miles from it as far as she can. Raven Delacroix is safe behind her, she hopes; she smiles and looks at the direction of Gallardias' escapade. They were going to make it--
[break][break]But all so suddenly Gallardias shrieks, and at first Emery does not understand why. But it turns out the rubble is still just as near, much larger than she had initially thought; Gallardias is trying her best to get away, flapping her wings as fast as she could; but Emery knows the pain is still present and it's making the creature uncomfortable just as Emery's wound is giving her a hard time.
[break][break]She wants to scream, all to make the panic go away, but fear does not always help in the most dire of situations. The blonde knight, breathing heavy, leans her head so she is inches away from her scared gryphon's face. "Hey, hey... it's okay, you can do it." She whispers to Ardi, the gryphon almost seemingly groaning in pain but still flying with much effort. "You can get us away from here... it's alright, you can do this."
[break][break]Emery is about to doubt her words; Gallardias is about to give up, soon they would be rocketing straight through the ground and they would crash; panic only rises when she suddenly hears Raven tell her to get away. Gallardias suddenly feels much lighter once Raven jumps from the gryphon, but this makes her flight at least a bit easier, now that she's carrying less the weight she would have. Emery watches as Raven falls, but with a determined frown, turns to Gallardias. "Faster girl, almost there," She commands, and Gallardias follows despite the difficulty of her situation.
[break][break]Gallardias is still injured and still hurt but she still keeps flying, and finally both she and Emery find a safe spot to land on -- even with how hard the landing may be for Gallardias. From the corner of Emery's eye she could see Raven flying beside them and she smiles; however, it turns upside down once she hears Gallardias shriek again.
[break][break]She discovers why.
[break][break]The avalanche of earth seems to be following them everywhere; Emery flinches and makes Gallardias swerve to the right, all to avoid the rubble. "What in all Salem is going on?!" She screams, the question directed to Raven, though she knows the other Knight would most likely not hear her. Gallardias is about to hit the ground but they are still a few elevations up in the air; there is still time.