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She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t pleased when all hell breaks loose, because she is pleased that the plan works. The cultists are flung in the explosion, and there is little they can do against her allies in this round. She does not take time to reveal in one small victory though, because it is too small a victory to truly matter. The cultist leader still stands, and it will not take the cultists long to recover.
Weaver doesn’t move from her spot, seeing no reason to make herself an obvious target yet. Instead she stays with the unicorn horn at the ready, and tugs at the fire that burns in the group of cultists. Surely some of the explosion must have caught on their clothing or their hair (though she will create fire if there is none to work with). She works to grow it, works to engulf as many of them as she can in the flames. She does not want to give them a chance to put the fire out or to recover. For those who have escaped the flames? Well, she is sure her fellow cultists do not mind sharing, and she uses what is there to fling small fireballs toward others.
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Weaver uses her mastered fire manipulation to grow the fire from the explosion and also flings small fireballs around inside the cultist group, trying to light as many of them on fire as she can. She’s still ready with her unicorn horn if she needs to heal herself.
That’s what Loren got for trying fancy tactics. At least it had paid off in one sense: his attempt to distract the leader had worked out. Now he just had to keep its attention. Or, even better, take it out of commission.
Although he would’ve loved nothing more than to heal the soldiers as Morgan requested, he was preoccupied with his current task. Stepping back slightly, screaming in fury to hopefully keep the leader's attention, he narrowed his eyes as his brow furrowed in concentration.
The phoenix, which had followed him all this way, dived for the leader. He ordered it to immolate the cultist as best the phoenix could, because as we say in MMORPGland, BURN THE BOSS.
Loren commands his phoenix to dive at and hopefully immolate the cultist leader.
Well, well, well. Decisions are made, and they will have a cost.
Luck is not on Morgan's side tonight, and nor is it on the side of her guards. Who knows what happened, in the dark and the cold - did someone slip, or knock into each other, bringing the others down? Did the GM roll a 1? Whatever the reason, whilst her orders are clear (crystal clear, ringing proudly across the battlefield), they are not followed. Not by her guards, and not by Loren.
And the results are devastating. The cultists do not take long to gather their resolve, and the Deepfrost Shields are shredded and lanced through by spears of ice, leaving them bleeding and weak on the snow. Things are getting desperate for them.
But at least there is some good news, and Weaver's fire detonates again among the cultists, sizzling, scorching, sending cascades of light across the snow. It is joined by Zariah's fireball which hits the leader square in the chest, such is his distraction.
And then there is the phoenix, swooping down to finish the job, leaving nothing but ash and mageglass upon the ground. The cultists charge Zariah's cage now - for they will get through, one way or another.
Morgan and the guards attack and CRITICALLY MISS.
The cultists attack Morgan and the guards and HIT.
Zariah attacks the cult leader and HITS.
Weaver attacks the cultists and HITS.
Loren attacks the cult leader and HITS.
Citizens: 200/200 (safely inside the Academy)
Gates: 0/250 HP (BROKEN)
Morgan's guards: 28/100 HP
Cultist Leader: 0/100 HP (DEAD)
Cultists: 179/300 HP
05-16-2020, 09:13 PM (This post was last modified: 05-16-2020, 09:16 PM by Morgan.)
MORGAN
This wasn't looking good at all. Morgan knew she had trained her guards well, that she herself had masterful skill...sometimes, the battle just worked against you. Loren seemingly ignoring them too left them particularly rough, Morgan herself grunting in pain as a million cuts appeared over her body.
She wasn't giving up yet, though.
Gathering up all of her strength, Morgan turned the snow beneath them into a huge gushing wave pointed directly up, taking her and her soldiers up into the air and above the cultists, hopefully protecting them for the moment: but she couldn't do this forever. Looking at Loren with an intense expression, she asked again: "HEAL. US!" As she said this she brought the wave in an arch over the cultists and down by Loren, creating a circle around him, hoping he would touch them and give them the healing they so sorely needed.
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Morgan uses her mastered water magic to shoot her and her soldiers up into the air to dodge the cultists and to Loren, then screams at Loren to do some healing again.
The leader was down and Mageglass flew and Zariah's laughter carried on the wind. She could feel the strain of the cultists against her lightning grate. "Like lambs to slaughter!" she hissed between her teeth. Lightning shot out from the cage like spears hopfully shocking and piercing any of the cultists who drew close. Simultaneously the flames from her fire blast and Weavers attack flared up to consume the group stuck in her trap.
Zariah uses the lightning cage as the starting point to shoot lightning spears into the cultists and manipulates the flames from her and Weaver's blasts to grow around them.
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
The battle continues. The leader falls beneath the weight of Zariah and Loren while the cultists shriek and burn. She can smell the fire on their skin, that horrible stench of burning flesh. She knows it well, but usually they are already dead. Morgan rises on a wave of water, cutting off Weaver’s line of sight slightly, but it doesn’t matter. Weaver can see the fire anyway as Zariah works to grow it as well.
Weaver stays behind the snow drift as the cultists charge the lightning cage, trying to get through. She focuses only on the flames, growing the fire and throwing fireballs through the cultists, trying to keep them burning. Hopefully they would fall to the fire before they found a way through Zariah’s cage, but the unicorn horn stays in her hands, ready for use. Though this time, she shifts slightly, finding a way to hold both the horn and the scythe, just in case.
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Weaver sticks to her plan and stays behind the snow drift, continuing to try and grow the existing fire/throws fireballs around, and she’s ready to heal herself with the unicorn horn if needed.
As the leader fell, Loren couldn't help the bile that rose in his throat at having to take a life. However, he could process later. Having the phoenix take to the sky again, he darted forward to snatch at the mageglass.
This time, he heeded Morgan's call. Hopefully clutching the mageglass in one hand, he would run to wherever the Captain had ended up. Ignoring the cultists trying to break through the cage, he focused inward. Calling upon as much healing magic as he could possibly grasp at once, he would lay his hand on her shoulder. Then he would send all that magic coursing through Morgan.
Loren attempts to pick up the mageglass, then head to Morgan and heal her.
Base Healing: Can heal 30pts of injuries per post.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
It's almost beautiful, the way the arc of ice sails over the heads of the cultists, catching in the firelight. But that isn't really what we should be focusing on here.
Finally, Morgan's cries for help are heard, and Loren charges over with the mageglass pendant in his possession. The healer will feel its siren song as he floods the captain with restorative energy. It's like he is supercharged, like he can do anything, and the wonder of it is giddying.
Elsewhere, cultists burn and crackle. With growing fire and lances of lightning spearing them at all angles, their shrieks fill the air - and yet, they do not for a moment consider fleeing. No, some of them turn instead to the easy prey - Morgan's guards. And regrettably, with no healing given, they perish in the cold and the ice.
But the tide may yet be turning, if the group digs deep.
Loren has gained the following:
Type: Grey
Mageglass Pendant | A large, prismatic stone suspended from a chain of silver. This pendant doubles the power of any magic that the user wields.
(This will be added to his items post KQ)
Weaver attacks the cultists and HITS.
Zariah attacks the cultists and HITS.
The cultists attack Morgan's guards and HIT.
The cultists attack Loren and MISS.
Citizens: 200/200 (safely inside the Academy)
Gates: 0/250 HP (BROKEN)
Morgan's guards: 0/100 HP (DEAD)
Cultist Leader: 0/100 HP (DEAD)
Cultists: 96/300 HP
The healing Loren gave her was almost transcendent, a feeling of rejuvenation unlike most other magic she'd ever felt; the rush of relief however did not last long as Morgan turned to see her guards be healed too....yet instead saw them crushed under the cultists, faces she had known and trained for years suddenly gone lifeless and bodies limp.
Morgan saw red.
Without a word to Loren (she would thank him later) she turned and with a mighty yell brought her hammer down on as many heads as she could with force, at the same time pushing her water with it, creating a wall that would smack into any of the cultists with a terrifying amount of strength.
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Morgan attacks the cultists with her hammer, aiming for the heads, and brings her mastered water along behind it to really make it give some whack.
Don't fix what ain't broke - even crazy bloodlusting Zariah knew this.
With a flare of her hands, lightning and fire continued to blast the cultists, raging through them with practiced ease. Once upon a time, her power had been questioned by the people of Halo. But after this battle, even the most skeptical coughWeavercough would be hardpressed to believe the Launceleyn was undeserving of her titles.
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
In this, Weaver and Zariah think alike. Don’t fix what ain’t broke. Her tactic had been working pretty well for her so far, and while maybe there’s a tinge of regret as Morgan’s army dies, Weaver is a bit selfish too. This was their job, whereas Weaver was here because she just gave too many shits about Halo (don’t tell).
As Zariah continues to throw both lighting and fire around yes fine Zariah, credit, Weaver continues to work the flames. She grows the fire in the cultists group, flinging fireballs around to catch those that still stand.
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Weaver stays put and keeps growing/throwing fire around.
The power coursing through Loren was unlike anyything he'd ever felt before. Under different circumstances, once upon a time, he would have reveled in it. However, even with all this newfound strength, it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
Not enough to save Morgan's guards, who fell to the cultists before the healer could finish with the Captain. Screaming his fury and outrage, his fingers grew white knuckled as he gripped the mageglass. Although he couldn't help the soldiers, he would do his level best to avenge them.
Reaching his free hand to the sky, he ordered his phoenix to swoop down at the cultists. It followed his bidding, striking down at them with wings and talons of fire.
05-17-2020, 05:54 PM (This post was last modified: 05-17-2020, 06:02 PM by Court Official.)
key quest
It is a hard pressed win, as the cultists fall at last in a wash of phoenix fire, and it is not without losses; blood on the snow, bodies on the ice. And a broken Palace shadowing it all, a sharp ruin against the stark moonlight. The group will hear the screams, the whimpers, the way citizens flee the carnage and try to help in equal measure. The people of Halo are sturdy, though. They will survive.
But will the group who has come to defend the gates?
They will feel it at first as a flutter, a breeze that ebbs up and between their feet. Then a little more, a strong wind perhaps. Then a gale. Then they see her in the Tundra all around, in the skies and the snows. The Eirachi appears reflected in every surface, in every beam of light, in every icicle, in every clouded breath.
"Neron Launceleyn, you have scorned the Deepfrost herself. And now you have paid for your sin." The voice carries, echoing across the Citadel, into every open ear. "But the season will not forget."
And the Eirachi screams, a sound that sends more of the Palace crumbling, that shakes the Citadel to its very bones. It hits the group like a physical blow... and the silence it leaves in its wake is deafening.
Congratulations, you have completed the KQ - you may use this for levelling.
The Palace is in ruins and much of the Citadel has been destroyed. With the deadly cold, people are in dire need of help.
Morgan attacks the cultists and HITS.
Weaver attacks the cultists and MISSES.
Zariah attacks the cultists and MISSES.
The cultist attack Morgan and Loren and HIT.
Loren attacks the cultists and HITS.
Citizens: 200/200 (safely inside the Academy)
Gates: 0/250 HP (BROKEN)
Morgan's guards: 0/100 HP (DEAD)
Cultist Leader: 0/100 HP (DEAD)
Cultists: 0/300 HP (DEAD)
End HP:
Morgan - 23/75 HP
Zariah - 102/210 HP
Weaver - 58/64 HP
Loren - 183/234 HP
