Ronin held his ground beside Melita, cautious, wary and infinitely glad that his comrades were alright (and alive). The banshee shrieked and keened and focused on what she had clearly decided was the weakest link out of the group. With doleful eyes she staggered towards Emmett, the sudden wail leaving her throat one of infinite grief and sadness. The grief of one who had lost their family, lost them in the dark... in the dark on a long, long night. Post order: Remi Melita You have 48 hours to respond. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you. |
Personal Quest [HUNT] willow weep for me
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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05-17-2019, 06:40 PM
Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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05-17-2019, 07:38 PM
It seemed Emmett's trials were not over. While Remi had not ruined his face, the Banshee came with him with a scream that completely immoblised him, hands clasped around the handle of his axe but no movement. The scream contained emotions he had felt in his own soul, things he knew keenly and deeply and had tried to forget. While the other people in the team ensured he would not be struck Emmett recovered, but he was still working with tears in his eyes as he surged forward, his axe aloft above his head as he ran forward and tried to bring it swinging down into the banshee. --- Emmett does a stab Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got I've earned this life What have I done to earn this life? the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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05-17-2019, 07:43 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
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05-17-2019, 08:04 PM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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05-18-2019, 04:46 PM
MELITA The banshee’s outcry never quite waned; it curled and recoiled down the length of Melita’s spine – all the sorrow, all the grief, all the agony tormented and twisted around, galvanized and shook her to the core. The youth knew the sinking despair, the overwhelming misery, and it returned, festering, withering, and decaying from within. She swallowed it down and tried to burn it away with her rage and vexation, but with each wail it encompassed her soul. For a few moments she thought to look away, incapable of harming a creature who mourned with such a heartbroken, doleful scream.But then Ronin issued his command, glowing in the torchlight, and she inhaled one sharp intake of air, amidst the pools of broken throngs, and wondered if this was for the good of humanity. If they were getting rid of something to protect someone else. If they were attacking simply because they could. Or – if this was the demon’s exit, their dirge, their swansong, their pyre, their way to freedom and liberation, for naught else would allow them peace or comfort. Her heart felt heavy, not light, not buoyant, not eager or fervent for the fray – taxed, weighed down, and she had to shake her head to allow the cobwebs to drift off into the distance, to incite, to encourage her to move forward. Her eyes darted at her allies, her comrades, some in danger, and she nodded back to Ronin, suddenly all movement and motion, grabbing a lit torch for herself, and maneuvering past the barricade. No defenses now – it was all them. The girl advanced, staff in one hand, torch in the other, intending to swing and poke at the beast with her weapon, hoping to distract it so one of her fellow hunters could finish it off. If it came towards her, she’d swing the burning wood its way too – hoping this would be it (she could listen to the cries any longer; they sounded like echoes and reverberations of the past, reflections she didn’t dare glance upon). See I've come to burn your kingdom down the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 81 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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05-20-2019, 07:35 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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05-20-2019, 07:40 PM
there’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow Shifting back into his regular body, Remi sniffed indignantly at his friend. "More of a success, mm?" The alchemist said as if wounded, though the mischievous glint in his gaze would suggest that he wasn't at all. "Well and here I thought we had done rather well. Good to know what your expectations really are, Ronin." Offering his friend a sly smile, the alchemist would hang back to help dissect the creature as was necessary and drag the parts they had decided to keep back to the guildhall. there’s a feeling within me, an everglow
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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05-20-2019, 10:07 PM
As Emmett felt the impact of his axe, heard the sickening crunch of blade meeting flesh, he squeezed his eyes shut despite himself. He'd killed before, had to for farm work; knew what a cut felt and sounded like and what the eyes of death looked like, but this was rather more intense and he could not bring himself to watch the moment of climax. He only opened his eyes when he noticed a weight on the end of his axe. He opened his eyes to see the Banshee's head still attached and jumped, immediately going to slide it off against the ground. Panting, staring at the creatures head on the ground, he felt a little panicked, a little weird, but...proud, too. Excited to hear what Ronin had to say. A smile began to grow on his face, the knowledge that if he had the chance, he'd like to do this again. Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got I've earned this life What have I done to earn this life? the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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05-20-2019, 11:59 PM
MELITA This was what she’d missed from her time in the Rift: the sensation of camaraderie, the fighting spirit, the savagery built between bonds and kin, forged through hell and fire, through ghosts and catacombs, through desperation and sacrifice. She added her own sinister movements and motions into it, forgot the sullen, anguished cries of the banshee as she fed into the fervor, as she knelt into the flames, as she basked in the glow of triumph, conquest, the defeat of an enemy.But she was silent when it all ended, when the beast was cut by ax and sword, when she was severed and torn into pieces. The girl stared down at the corpse, could feel her muscles shaking, quivering, her fingers shuddering with the weight of her staff bearing down upon it, with the torchlight still burning in her hands. Suddenly everything was very heavy, overwhelming, and she breathed in the remaining fumes of chaos, eyes hunting and searching for clarity in the bloodshed. The honeybee child panted in the summer evening, drenched in the inferno, come to rise again with her brethren; not knowing how to feel, what to say, what to do. Ronin’s voice was a drone, a buzz, in her ear, and she lifted her head to it, numb, hardly taking it in, nodding at the thank you, but then staring at the other faces. How did they feel? What was she supposed to say? For once, she was silent, hollowed and carved out, without the bedlam, without the mayhem, flourishing around her. A tiny smile beckoned its way to her lips, but then, there was nothing. See I've come to burn your kingdom down | |||
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