Insurrection was a catalyst to a majority of his movements, and the notice board’s lasting, lingering impressions had become just one more keen edge in a line of blistering, scalding nuances and decadent sketches. His outlook took on frayed contortions and abhorrent intentions, parsing and stringing together the remains of his ambitions, aspirations, from the latest venture into the collapsed cave. Tethered, knotted, and gnarled in his muscles, in his undulations, in his seething, contemptuous designs, were the makings of targets, utilizing and embarking upon remains of his wood pile, the vestiges gone to the stretch of grass and field out back. He was going to rid himself of his ridiculousness, of his ineptitude, of his ineffectual means and measures, shed the useless brambles and nettles clawing at his frame. The warrior was meant to be just that: a soldier, a military machine, a damned, bestial weapon, armed to the teeth, proficient at fending off threats and ultimatums, barbaric omens – And he hadn’t been capable of anything. He’d grabbed hold of a wooden sword, and one more resting nearby in case he broke the current, not intending to waste good steel on target practice, and long since divested himself of anything but a loose shirt and trousers. The wind whipped across the long, distant plain, the abandoned houses nearby, and he was alone, alone, alone, remembering, recalling, days of calamity stretched across his ether. It sizzled in his blood. It pooled in his veins. It carried on in his limbs, as he launched, fast, fervent, decadent, upon the first of five stacked blocks, the sword in his calloused hands a blistering, beautiful force of nature, sharp, quick, slicing through the air and hitting the first target with a resounding thud. It was an opus, a callback to the days of bloodshed masterpieces and ichor canvases, before the rise and fall, before the end of everything. But these motions were not obligations to an upcoming war, not for the Merciless, but for another unrelenting force. The Reaper would never be useless again. It was a promise. It was a vow.
For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate |
Training find a way
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06-19-2019, 03:58 PM
Zariah may have denied them the Greatwood - or at least, tried to. Whether that would be effective was yet to be seen, but Jigano had to admit that until he could get Vervain to look at his arm and finish the job that the young healing mage in the Infirmary had started, he was probably better off staying closer to home anyways. It was hard to fight or flee in his current state, something he found just as chafing as the notice board's unfortunate fruit of late. At least it wasn't his right arm; his handwriting was better on the right, and he could still work on his journals and chronicles of the current events...
Until he became too restless to remain in the safe confines of his Guildhall. He had already begun quietly preparing for trouble, having stone slabs lowered into the window wells he and his guildmates had spent the spring cleaning out, to deny entry and prevent vandalism. The window wells had then been covered over and a masking of rubble shifted above them to hide the work. Shutters had been added to the inside of the glass, sturdy metal to keep out the monsters of Long Night... but also monsters that might be abroad at other times of year. It made the Hall darker by far, but Remi's glow-lanterns helped alleviate some of that, at least. And he hated it. He wasn't as claustrophobic as Rory, but he twitched at the thought of being caged, his skin fitting ill against his bones as part of him raged at the restrictions to his freedom, even those he had approved himself. And so he walked. Prowled. His feet led him through the Settlement in a path without conscious goal... though when he heard the sound of wood hitting wood he wasn't too surprised to see that his subconscious had brought him to Deimos. He watched the big man as he approached on quiet feet, noting the easy violence and explosive strength of the strikes. Deimos clearly knew his way around a sword, no less than Hiraku had. Which, if things were going the way he feared... "Those blocks don't stand a chance against you," he called out cheerfully as he made his way close enough for comfortable conversation. "Though I doubt your enemies will be so kind as to just stand there and take the beating. How do you do against someone who can dodge those attacks of yours?" 'Like, say, Launcelyen loyalists' he didn't quite say aloud, but it was clear as day in his crooked smile. the Resurrected Sword
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06-19-2019, 06:22 PM
Jigano grinned back at the joke, testing this new shift in their relations. Amalia had bound them both to her will quite skillfully, turning simmering anger to grudging peace to a tentative friendship. Not all of it the baker's doing, of course; the men had put their own work into mending the damaged bridges between them, but there was no denying that Jyoti's companion was at the heart of their reconciliation, and remained a glue that bound them now.
So it was that when he saw the big man's sword lower, and his expression with it, he didn't just brush it off. "In that cave, we couldn't see what was happening," he pointed out quietly. "Yelling, rumbling, fighting... we could hear things happening, but we had no idea what was being fought." Of all the rescuers, however, Deimos had been the most bruised and banged up when they had arrived, bringing the light with them. He tilted his head at the warrior, considering what he saw and what had been said, and then nodded slowly. "Ronin said that when he was reborn, his new body didn't feel like his own anymore." The bard shrugged, extending his good hand as if to examine his fingers against the sky. "And I know that when I came through my portal, I was... changed. Rearranged, somehow, and... lacking much of what I was before. Maybe you've been dealing with something similar?" It was a guess, at least. Arriving on Caido tended to strip away various parts of people that he'd spoken with. Magic, physical abilities, memories... He let the thought go with a careful shrug, turning a wry smile back on the mountain. "Willing, yes. Should? ...I suppose we'll find out." He grinned and shifted to unsheath the sturdy rapier he usually wore, setting it by the training blocks and reaching for the spare wooden sword, wrinkling his nose a little at its weight and balance. He had been putting on more muscle lately, helping Rory around the farm, but he was still far behind Deimos's raw bulk and the sword was a bit on the heavy side for his preference. "To be honest, I'm not really accustomed to a straight fight," he admitted, stepping back to face the big man and keeping his injured arm tucked tight to his side. "Not one-on-one like this. I'm used to fighting with a team. As you might imagine, I make a better distraction than a shield-basher." His grin was crooked as he teased a step backward, seeing if he could draw Deimos after him. "But given the turn of recent events... well. It might be time to knock the rust off my blade-dodging. And maybe start learning to work with a new team...?" the Resurrected Sword
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"Tentacles?" Jigano repeated, startled. That was not what he had been expecting to hear. He wasn't sure what he had expected, to be fair... but tentacles definitely weren't it! "Gods least fortunate... injured as we were, we're lucky they didn't make it into the cavern with us." His expression was grim, a flicker of distaste briefly passing over it. Tentacles. Gods dammit. As if the landslide wasn't cause for enough nightmares!
He tilted his head wryly at Deimos's admonition. "What is yours remains yours," he said formally. "I won't repeat that bit to anyone, especially not Amalia." Not that he had fared any better, as evidenced by his sling! And without even the excuse of fighting his way past some horrific beast to rescue his beloved to show for it, either. More was the pity... he didn't plan to be writing any ballads about that little misadventure any time soon! His own experience, and Ronin's, in adapting to Caido seemed to strike a chord with Deimos, and Jigano nodded wryly at the vow to build themselves back up again. Without his magic, he could only build so much... but that was no reason not to try. And since he was trying... "Tempting as it is... no, I'd better practice with it like this," he decided with a sigh of regret, though he nodded his thanks at the offer. "I know what I'm doing with my rapier, but if it gets dropped or broken and I need to grab some other blade in a hurry and make do, it will be better if I have a bit of practice with wielding unfamiliar swords in a pinch." And if his beloved sword were lost or broken, he might not be able to get a replacement of similar quality as his outlander blade, even with the enchantments and starmetal wiped away by his passage to Caido. "New teams, and new allies," he agreed, watching Deimos move with an appreciative eye. He would make a good dancer, in spite of his habit of turning his dances into melees and bumping into poor, hapless bards, Jigano decided with a grin. The grace and balance were there, all he needed was a new pattern, and perhaps a rhythm that wasn't the beat of battle. True, the white-haired man was more dancer than warrior himself, and his reflexes were excellent - but the arm in its sling threw his balance off just enough to slow his reactions in critical moments. He mirrored Deimos's step less than a breath behind, and started to turn his body to block the incoming attack with a deft parry-- He wasn't sure what happened first. His injured arm twinged as he tried to draw it away, sending a distracting shock through his body and his natural instinct to parry lightly, as he would have with his rapier, was wholly insufficient for both wielding his own blade, and for warding off Deimos's blade. Instead of an inside parry along his twisting body that would have allowed for a counterthrust, the bard instead found himself flinching back as his opponent's wooden blade struck his collarbone and traced a line down his chest that would have been debilitating had there been an edge to the blade. "Well... that's embarrassing," he muttered to himself, grimacing at the flickering twinges from his left arm as he straightened and then took position again. "Can you slow that down and do it again? I need to figure out how to use this broader blade to block properly," he requested, courteous even in his own frustration with himself. the Resurrected Sword
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06-20-2019, 08:06 PM
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06-20-2019, 08:40 PM
"An accident... several accidents," he amended with a grimace. "At the meeting we talked a little about the sickness in the Woods, yes? Well, I had taken Rory out to see it, to see if he recognized it, as a farmer used to the kinds of diseases and problems we get inside the barrier. And I guess Amalia had also gone into the woods to talk to Delah about the same thing. I honestly have no idea what Are was doing there... but Delah didn't take kindly to our presence." The bard had the grace to look a little sheepish as he gave a slight shrug. "She was escorting us out of the Woods when we were passing by that lake, and the ground dropped away beneath us, tumbling us into that little cave." He tilted his head at the big man curiously. "What about you and the others?" Remi, he thought, had been the one to argue most staunchly about going into the woods in the first place.
Odd, how that nightmarish day now seemed almost bright in comparison to their more recent problems. Perhaps because those problems were closer to home, not on some distant ground. Danger when you went exploring was to be expected, but danger that crept through your streets and threatened your loved ones with sharp smiles and iron cages was another thing entirely, and the bard had never wished to face the latter again. The last time had cost him his parents and the last vestiges of any home for the past six years, after all. Time had softened the edges of that loss somewhat, but guilt still bit deep for his lack of power to save those who he had loved. As with Deimos, the passage to Caido had cost him dearly in strength and effectiveness in a fight... and that was all the more reason for the two of them to work together to try and regain some of what they had lost. And the broken arm wasn't helping. Deimos's words made sense, even if retraining and muscle memory required time he wasn't sure they had. Still, it was a place to start and he nodded, steadying himself with a deep breath. "Only way to get the muscle memory is to practice," he agreed ruefully, wondering if perhaps he should sleep in the Glade for the next few nights to spare Rory the sight of the bruises he was going to be accumulating. "The rapier is more about speed and subtlety... I'm not used to putting as much muscle behind it as I think I need to with this type of sword," he admitted. Mostly because he wasn't used to having much muscle to put behind it! But maybe all that work he'd been doing at the farm would have an upside beside his partner's grateful smile... There was no time left for daydreaming as Deimos stepped forward again, his motions confident and steady, efficient and smooth, even slowed down so Jigano could see the play of muscles beneath his shirt and the bared skin of his arms. If he thought of it as just another kind of dance, maybe that would help... He still stepped back with his left leg, pulling his injured side away from the incoming danger, but this time when he moved to block he managed to get his shoulder behind the motion, muscles bunching and wrist straightening in line with the rest of his forearm, a stronger position to meet the incoming blow with. The slower speed allowed him to better judge where along Deimos's sword to aim his block, too. Rather than blocking closer to the guard, the strongest part of his opponent's blade, he aimed for the middle - and with the middle of his own sword as well, rather than closer to the weaker tip as he had before. Slowly, matching Deimos's speed, he managed to knock the incoming blow just far enough to the side to avoid catching his body this time, though the larger wooden sword was in no position for the riposte he would have tried with his rapier. "This... is going to take some getting used to," he admitted ruefully. "But it will hopefully get us close enough to the head of a snake. Now, hypothetically, if our opponent was a mage... do you have any ideas for countering their magic so we could get close enough to use these swords?" he asked, stepping back to reset their positions before taking his turn at mimicking the blow Deimos had just aimed at him. Still moving at half-speed, he stepped to his left and swung for the big man's shoulder. The general posture of the strike was right, but there was no question that he lacked Deimos's bulk to make the swing as difficult to parry as he had found it to be. the Resurrected Sword
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06-21-2019, 01:10 AM
Jigano nodded wry appreciation of Deimos's instinct to run towards trouble, especially since that instinct had saved the bard and his friends and the Fae as well from meeting those tentacles the big man had mentioned. It told him a little something about the mountain, perhaps that Deimos hadn't intended to reveal... but then again, perhaps he had. Either way, one crisis had barely passed before another had risen to take its place, and they had more malicious creatures to worry about now.
"Not alone," Jigano agreed, honest with his weakness as a warrior. "Though, that's what my magic used to be for. It was more effective than my blade." It had been a long time since he'd been so weak in magic that he'd needed his sword, though he had learned the weapon by necessity for those foes who could turn spells aside. Sometimes even the smallest cut could be the final one, and his meager assistance proved the tipping point among his more dangerous allies. Most of the time, though, he had supported them with spells to bolster their abilities, or weaken their foes. Now... He grimaced as his attack, though well-aimed, was so easily blocked by Deimos's greater strength. It wasn't a surprise, not with how familiar the big man was with his weapon and how easily he wielded it, but the bard knew they had little time for him to learn as slowly as it seemed he would. "Makes sense, since she's a mage too," the bard said as he withdraw and took their starting stance again. "And from what I've heard from Edy the Launceleyns were some sort of magical enforcers, trained since childhood to be soldiers... living weapons, to be wielded by their kingdom. What they went through in the process... it doesn't sound sane, to be quite honest. And whether or not we need a government, we certainly don't need that kind of crazy getting a foothold here. I wouldn't be surprised if this Queen of theirs starts rounding up mages to try and recreate 'the good old days.'" Jigano raised a brow at the suggestion of 'nets and traps,' giving a slight shrug. "Perhaps. Zariah can call lightning, and Edy can control fire and drain the life from things. Plants. People." Amalia, his mind whispered, flickering back to the chaos and fear of Long Night, and the madness that had taken them all. "Plus whatever else their allies can do. Something we'll need to take into consideration." He relaxed from his fighting pose, nodding curiously as he straightened and rested his sword point on the ground. "If you have a suggestion for dealing with that, I'm willing to help. I have no idea how to 'resist' magic on this world but... I'll do my best." Focusing his formidable will, imagining a shield between himself and Deimos, a cocoon of mental armor around himself, he seemed to outwardly relax while inwardly he tried to tighten defenses with magic he no longer possessed. the Resurrected Sword
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06-21-2019, 06:43 PM
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Jigano nodded, a wry agreement that different types of approaches would work for different people. That had been the driving philosophy behind those he had fought beside before, after all, a team where each had their own strength that shored up the weaknesses of their allies. The army he had led later had been less precise... in some ways. In others - the most important ones - they had been very precise indeed, as he could never forget.
At least Deimos was taking the warning seriously, something he wished others would do. But some people preferred to bury their head in the sand and pretend everything would be okay without them lifting a finger, preferring the comfort of familiarity over the constant vigilance of freedom. Jigano offered a wry smile, hoping that the big man could actually do something with his warning, though he had a feeling that attempting anything alone would result in swift - and painful - failure. "Shields would be a tricky business," Jigano returned, frowning faintly. "At least, if they work together. You wouldn't want wooden shields thanks to Edy's fire... and metal shields would only serve to make Zariah's lightning more dangerous. But a shield that could eat magic..." he bit his lip, and then shook his head with a regretful sigh. "Oh my world? Yes. Here? Not that I'm aware of. I would think that the gods would have done that three hundred years ago if they could have, to stop the Voice from ascending. But... it's worth looking into," he decided with a firm nod. "Perhaps there is a material, a mineral or metal, that could dampen their magic. Keeping in mind that we can guarantee that it will get turned against our mages, should Zariah get ahold of it," he pointed out wryly. The suggestion of 'testing' had the bard grinning mirthlessly, knowing that he was going to regret what was to come... but knowing better than to turn down the opportunity to see how much he could take, under controlled circumstances, with an opponent who wouldn't land the finishing blow. If only to avoid saddening Amalia. He braced himself internally as well as he could, but even so he was unprepared for the stinging, withering sensation that coiled around his limbs, inside them, leeching his strength and will with the wicked lash of magic used against an unwilling soul. He sucked in a sharp breath, serene facade shattered as he grit his teeth and tightened his good hand into a fist, attempting to push aside Deimos's spell with his will, with all the tricks that had once been his to command. That had been a different time, though, a different world... a different man. His broken arm ached fiercely as vitality drained away, but he wasn't entirely helpless. Hurting, very much, and in a new and terrible way, but still able to move, even if he couldn't stem the thrust of his opponent's magic. The bard raised his sword with a grunt, eyes narrowing as he stalked forward against the onslaught unleashed against him, but his pride was not so great that he would allow himself to be so badly hurt now that he would be useless later. "Enough," he grated, stopping directly in front of Deimos and using the sword as a cane to support himself. His sweet voice had turned rough with pain. "I don't think I was able to do fuck all to resist that. But it's not... not impossible to move through it, if I concentrate. Don't know that we'd have a lot of time if we had to cross a lot of distance... but if we can get close before it's used, there's a chance to at least do some damage in return." The harsh swearing was unusual from the glib bard, for those who didn't know what a terrible patient he could be when he was in pain. the Resurrected Sword
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06-23-2019, 11:18 PM
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06-23-2019, 11:44 PM
"I'll ask the more scholarly among the Loreseekers to search the archives," the Provost said, brow still furrowed in a frown. "But... I may need to seek out guidance from the gods, as well. Which is never a guarantee of getting an answer, much less the one you want to hear."
Knowledge could be a burden as well as a lantern against the dark; few knew that better than a lorekeeper Oracle, though he did what he could to guide his guildmates down paths towards the joy of discovering new things rather than the weight of bearing information too terrible to be shared. As he experienced the agony of Deimos's life draining magic, he was given another way that knowledge could hurt - the physical cost of learning something new, something that could very well kill him if he didn't trust in his own ability to endure it, and Deimos's control to end the spell on command. Though he forced his will against the magic, envisioning a mental shield, spiritual armor, magical defenses, there was no lessening of the effect. Resistance was, in fact, futile - but the lesson learned was still valuable. Though it was painful, it wasn't entirely debilitating, nor was it instantaneous. And now, if it happened again, he wouldn't be caught by the shock of not knowing what it was he was feeling. For once not too proud, Jigano let the wooden sword fall and wrapped a weakened hand around Deimos's proffered arm, leaning into the other man's strength and quite willing to be guided to sit down nearby at a broken stone wall of a convenient height. "I've been better," he admitted, gaining control of his breathing and managing a wry smile at the mountain. "That's a hell of a trick, though. A material to absorb magic... or better yet, reflects it... that would be worth looking into," he agreed with a nod that turned into a grimace. "Though... I think not today. No rush but... do you think I could get a hand back to the Infirmary, when you get the chance? I'm about due for another lecture from Vai anyways..." | ||||||
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