Wessex would be lying if she didn’t admit she was more than a little disappointed to see it was Maea coming back up the stairs instead of, say, Lucas. But there’s no time to get the story out of her, just an impassioned plea for some of them to go downstairs. Before Wessex can move, others are charging ahead and she is left with Edy and two hot messes. One needs the infirmary, the other… she shakes her head. If She whispered back, I am the storm |
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the Wraith
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04-02-2019, 03:49 PM
the Sage
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”You would do well to heed your own words,
His eyes flickered to She’d probably still ignore them, of course. But she’d know he had tried. His moment with Rory was interrupted by the dead woman’s ignorant yapping, and for a moment something slid, dark and cold, behind his eyes. But, as she continued, he realized that she truly knew nothing of his movements and actions of the past several days, nothing of the information he had gleaned or the plans he had laid – nothing of what he had sought, so different than what she and Roana had wanted to force. Though he didn’t relax – not with the Spire open and impetuous fools still inside it – he simply shook his head, the look he gave her almost pitying. Here she stood, boasting about being a leader while she waited in safety outside the very Spire she seemed so possessive about, encouraging others to risk themselves for her like a coward who wanted the reward without doing the work. ”Just because you weren’t asking the right questions doesn’t mean answers weren’t being found,” he spoke, his voice still quiet and chill. ”Nor that they are all waiting for you in there,” he gestured to the open door, ”and not hidden away out here, where you were too impatient to look for them, once the constraints on the secrets of the last three hundred years began to fall.” Her talk of gods might have raised a smile on a better day. Admittedly, not one with much humor, but it was almost cute, nonetheless. She wouldn’t have made it past the degenerate demigod Hellion, much less to the final battle with Unity, in Divinity’s core. Defy a god? But he was given no chance to show her the error of her ways, not when Maea came stumbling from the Spire in a state of injury he had been dreading and hoping not to see from the impulsive would-be heroes who had dived in earlier. His eyes raked her as Are and Rory stepped forward to catch her, and he drew in a sharp breath of recognition at the symptoms. Or at least, something close enough to raise chills down his spine. Something he’d never expected to find on Caido. He stepped towards her, kneeling for a moment to brush his fingers over hers gently in reassurance. ”You did well to bring us warning,” he told his student softly. ”Hang on. We’ll go after them, and bring them back, if we can.” Or at least… whatever was left of them, if it came down to it. Rising to his feet he met Rory’s eyes grimly, and then Amalia’s. He paused only long enough to fashion a mask from torn cloth before he abandoned Are to his fate, and the women to their waiting.
Leatherworker
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04-03-2019, 08:42 AM
Not a whole lot later . . .
The way up seemed so very far when he was so beaten. His skin was an irritated red, his breath wheezing; tears and grit leaked from bloodshot eyes. His nose and ears ran with vile pus, and the stink of the toxic gas was embedded in his clothes and hair. But with the help of his summoned creature, similarly affected, he made it up. Out of the dark doorway plunged the small bear, Rory's hand still embedded in its scruff, the other holding the blood-slick handle of Kristopher's sword. Once out in the open, fresh air he fell to his knees, the bear disappearing, slipping back into the folds of magic from whence it had came. His heart was hammering in his sore chest, and he fell forward onto his hands, coughing violently and spitting out a vile-tasting, slimy and red-tinted mixture. Fucking hell. His shoulders shook, his stomach tensing up, and before he had a chance to think much more than oh no he threw up, and just like whatever he had spit out, it wasn't very pretty. Bile and blood and pus. He bit back a whimper and crawled aside, still on his hands and knees. He had tried, tried to get down there in case Lucas and Roana and Kristopher needed help getting out, but he was no warrior. He was just a goatboy. Besides, aside from the headless guy, they had been relatively fine. "A healer," he rasped, blinking his blurry eyes, not sure if anyone was still up there with him; the world was dark and full of shadows. "We.. we need a healer." Shaking, and uncertain of what to do with himself, Rory merely waited. Mostly his ears strained to hear Amalia and Jigano come up with him. He didn't even want to think about what he'd do if they didn't. Age: 38 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 18 - Luck: 7 - Int:
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04-03-2019, 06:47 PM
the Wraith
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04-03-2019, 07:35 PM
the Penumbra
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Age: 38 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 18 - Luck: 7 - Int:
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04-03-2019, 08:48 PM
the Archangel
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(This post was last modified: 04-03-2019, 09:32 PM by Court Official.)
AMALIA you're staring at the sky Coughing, gasping, grasping a severed head, Amalia emerges from the dark.watching stars collide The last few steps were torment, single-focused diligence the only thing which kept her going. Gritting her teeth, clasping her staff, she forced herself up stairs after stair, refusing to stop as her lungs burned and her muscles screamed and tears flowed from her eyes. Only the knowledge that Rory was ahead kept her going, his absence from the stairwell a promise that he is out. Lucas, too, had fled up the stairs, and Jigano must be behind, and Roana... There will be time to dwell on that later. The doorway is a rectangle of promise, lit by stars and lanterns and air, air which had never tasted so sweet, air which has never mattered so much before now. It feels like hours between those last few steps, but truly only seconds pass- And then she is outside, her staff dropping to the floor, clawing at the scarf which covers her face in between powerful, hacking, burning coughs. She coughs, and coughs, and coughs, tears and snot leaking from her face. Catching her breath, Amalia gasps: "Rory?!" her eyes darting frantically, her vision blurred by tears, and immediately begins to cough some more. She is on her knees upon the earth, but it is earth at least, the grass of Frey beneath her feet, and above is Safrin's sky, and in her left hand... Another thing to think about later. She does not know who the head belongs to, only that it could not be saved. Just like Roana. Just like- Wait- No. She doesn't realize she's screaming his name until she begins to cough again, her hoarse voice tearing at the damage in her throat. "JIGANO!" He isn't there, he isn't there, which means he must below, which means she left him behind- Sobbing, coughing, she stumbles to her feet, lunging weakly at the open door. "Jigano!" He isn't there - he isn't there - she left, and he isn't there - It feels like losing them, all over again. the Penumbra
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04-03-2019, 09:41 PM
the Sage
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04-03-2019, 09:42 PM
The sleek creature who had gone into the Spire was a far cry from the dusty, bloodied, oozing man that emerged, coughing but still unbowed to catch
He would have raised a brow at Wessex's treatment of Well. "It's alright," he tried to soothe the shaking friend in his arms, trying to ignore the feeding going on nearby. the Evergreen
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Change author: Posts: 1,182 | Total: 6,168 MP: 9427 EVIE like love is a bad word Evie didn't realize that she'd been holding her breath until it poured in a painful surge from her lungs.Thick yellow smoke choked upwards and Evie cringed backwards smelling the strange almost sulfuric smell and hating it. But then she saw them and her heart sang and then plummeted. She hadn't brought any supplies. Absolutely nothing. "Oh fuck!" She whispered under her breath before racing to her friend's sides. With a slight look of unhappiness towards Jigano that she quickly erased, Evie collapsed next to them eyeing their injuries. "Rory you—" She whispered, though she didn't see a scratch on him. Nor on Amalia. The one with the pale hair appeared to have a shoulder injury, but from what she could see, there was nothing obviously physically wrong with them. the smoke? "—idiot! The lot of you!" She concluded scoldingly, though her relief was palpable. Both knew of her ability to heal and would likely know what it was that she so aggressively pulled them each into a hug, her magic flowing into them under the guise of happiness. Pulling back after hugging and pouring health into Amalia, Evie suddenly shrieked. "Please tell me that is not what I think it is.." She said worriedly, looking at the severed head Amalia had brought with her. Evie sekrit heals Rory and Amalia!
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04-04-2019, 08:15 AM
He heard steps stumbling out after him, a looming presence against the dark sky and the Spire; it swayed and then crashed, near to where he was on his hands and knees, blinking his running eyes and frantically casting around. The relative blindness was terrifying, the unfamiliar voice asking for a drink had to be that other Ascended, so now it was just Amalia and Jigano that had to come up because Roana had thrown herself at the snake, or maybe the light—
A weight settled over his body and a shudder ripped through him at the sudden touch. A gasp passed over chapped lips, but Wessex was there. Her voice was steady, commanding, just as her presence. Whatever had happened earlier was forgotten, and Rory blindly obeyed, shivering as he leaned his head back and opened his mouth. The water was a blessing and a curse, the cool, clear taste like a balm, the savage bite into irritated skin a whiplash against his already crumbling spirit. Obediently Rory swished it around in his mouth and then spat it out, biting back a whimper as he coughed violently again. Rinse. Repeat. Tears and water mixed as it was poured into his eyes, ears strained for what went on behind him. A woman seemed to be with Lucas, and then another stumbled out the Spire—Amalia, coughing, his name mixed somewhere in with her breaths. "I'm here," he croaked. It was only Jigano left now, but there was no sound of footsteps... The seconds stretched, the cold dread forming and then breaking as Amalia's broken voice cried out his name in desperation— "NO!" Rory screamed, foolishly trying to throw himself around, away from Wessex and her careful ministrations, towards the Spire, towards.. towards Jigano, who had asked for his forgiveness for entering; Jigano, who had touched his shoulder and told him to go; Jigano, who was.. Oh. Through his blurred, burning vision he saw Amalia collide with a tall and slender shape in the Spire's mouth, one that he knew without being able to see the details. Fear and resentment fell back into the pit of pain, and Rory coughed again, sinking back on his hands and knees by Wessex. Then Evie was in front of him, and he blinked his bloodshot, irritated eyes at her, wishing he could make out the expression on her face instead of just seeing a pale blur ringed with moonlight-bronze. "Had to try and get them out," he rasped in defense, though she was right: he had been an idiot for going in. What had he thought to achieve? He wasn't strong enough to carry a body out, not brave enough to stay and face a huge snake made of stone when his body was dying. Why had he gone in at all? It didn't matter. Evie enveloped him in a painful but relieving hug, and as best as he could he returned it, trying to pat her on the back, trying to not melt into the sensation of relief at being alive— Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot The worst of the blur cleared from his eyes, along with the worst of the irritation on his skin and in his lungs. Reluctantly he let her go, watching her give the same blessing to Amalia, then shriek as she saw Kristopher's head. Rory winced. He had thought about grabbing it but between holding on to the bear and the guy's sword, he hadn't had enough hands, nor any real desire to. He sat back shakily on his heels, and reached out a trembling hand to grasp Wessex's wrist. But he found no words to express what he felt, so he was silent, his clearer eyes searching for hers for a moment before he gave in to a new fit of coughing. the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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04-04-2019, 08:24 PM
Maea was taken away by a man he assumed was her friend. The apothecary arrived and took charge of his companions and Jigano was too distracted by his own blurred vision to catch the brief look she shot him. Just breathing was an effort, though he still didn't feel as bad as his friends looked. Some of his toughness from his old body must have survived the transition, he thought wryly to himself as he mopped his face again, and tended to himself as best he could with his meager supplies. He blinked in surprise as Evie shrieked, following her gaze to the severed head that hadn't been there when he'd left...
He grimaced, the mangled features unfamiliar, but from the lack of blood he would guess it had belonged to an Ascended. A soldier who had died for... what? The snake wouldn't have let Ascended pass through the portal, of that he was almost certain, given how it had reacted to Lucas. But either way, the portal that might have led them to freedom was gone, leaving the barrier in its entirety as their only means of escape. He sighed, then winced as another cough wracked his shoulder. It was bruised, certainly, possibly cracked, and as Wessex strode into the Spire he blearily saw that Rory was sitting up and looking a bit better after whatever assistance Evie had been able to render. He nodded gratefully to the apothecary before making his slow, aching way to the hunter's side. Crouching wasn't comfortable - nothing was comfortable, when every breath was a burning wheeze - but he managed it. "Can you hold this?" he murmured, offering Looking to Blue eyes burned red with smoke turned to the blond head beside him, and Jigano hesitated, uncertain what to say. To ask the man who had become his closest friend to come with him, possibly into more danger, or to beg him to get to safety... In the end he could do neither, bowing his head and awaiting the decision that Rory came to on his own. | ||||||
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