"What are you trying to say?" Sera froze at his words. What was she trying to say? She had just rambled; actually rambled. Who was this kid to get her priorities befuddled and her tongue loose for no reason?
"Striking area." She silently took steps to put herself within one of the ever present shadows. Why she hadn't been in one long ago, she had no answer to. I must be loosing my touch. Sera cringed at the thought. "Now it's your turn to answer, Ighten." she challenged from the shadows. "Who are you?"
Lore: Threads of Fate
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asikinari
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Mumei Yoake
Sera placed herself in the shadows of the little dead-end alcove they had entered, watching the only exit into the alley. The Ichtass would have to bottle neck through to reach them. A prime place to ambush a few before need of hand to hand.
As if to embody her thoughts the first of the Ichtass moved out of the alley, no longer armed with tavern trinkets. She set her stance and released a star from between her fingers. It landed squarely between the Ichtass' eyes. At least she wasn't loosing her accuracy with her stars. She took down a next, before having to reach for more stars. Three more fell under her accuracy before too many Ichtass had made their way through.
She noticed the archer too late; he had shot blindly in her general direction, but the arrow was heading straight to her. She shifted to the side, attempting to avoid it, and hissed as it cut a deep gash into her arm as it passed.
As if to embody her thoughts the first of the Ichtass moved out of the alley, no longer armed with tavern trinkets. She set her stance and released a star from between her fingers. It landed squarely between the Ichtass' eyes. At least she wasn't loosing her accuracy with her stars. She took down a next, before having to reach for more stars. Three more fell under her accuracy before too many Ichtass had made their way through.
She noticed the archer too late; he had shot blindly in her general direction, but the arrow was heading straight to her. She shifted to the side, attempting to avoid it, and hissed as it cut a deep gash into her arm as it passed.
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LilWriter
Suddenly there was music in the reverberating in the alley.
Such sound. It was calming, peaceful, and... questioning. Why are you doing this? it asked. Why do you treat guests this way?
The two soon-to-be-corpses watched as a child--no, a woman, a very slight woman, came walking towards them through the sea of violent bodies. Though obviously an outsider--her traveling clothes, cloak, and pack a big help to establish that fact--she walked through unharmed and unhindered.
It was from her that the music came. Her voice.
She stood in the middle, behind the two's positions and the rush of people in the alley. She sang, and then she began to finish.
Don't fight, the music said. Don't harm each other, don't take life. Life is precious; life is valuable.
And then the music stopped. Silence seem to rule the world for a moment.
Then.
"Well," said the Sorceress. "That was fun. Shall we leave?" she addressed the others. "The Voice will not hold them forever, and I think I still have to sing our way out." She shifted, and suddenly a tiny red dragon was visible on her fist.
Such sound. It was calming, peaceful, and... questioning. Why are you doing this? it asked. Why do you treat guests this way?
The two soon-to-be-corpses watched as a child--no, a woman, a very slight woman, came walking towards them through the sea of violent bodies. Though obviously an outsider--her traveling clothes, cloak, and pack a big help to establish that fact--she walked through unharmed and unhindered.
It was from her that the music came. Her voice.
She stood in the middle, behind the two's positions and the rush of people in the alley. She sang, and then she began to finish.
Don't fight, the music said. Don't harm each other, don't take life. Life is precious; life is valuable.
And then the music stopped. Silence seem to rule the world for a moment.
Then.
"Well," said the Sorceress. "That was fun. Shall we leave?" she addressed the others. "The Voice will not hold them forever, and I think I still have to sing our way out." She shifted, and suddenly a tiny red dragon was visible on her fist.
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Mumei Yoake
The Petite woman's music continued to ring in her ears long after it was gone. The Ichtass warriors stared blankly on. Who was this person to walk in unharmed? Never in her long life had she seen anyone with that type of power.
"Shall we leave?" The woman's voice rang out after a moment. Well, she knew they were there, just not where exactly.
"You there," Sera called from the shadows, her voice bouncing off the high walls and seemingly disembodied. "Your name." Sera rolled her eyes; she was starting to get real tired of the question. "And what type of mutation is that attached to your arm?"
"Shall we leave?" The woman's voice rang out after a moment. Well, she knew they were there, just not where exactly.
"You there," Sera called from the shadows, her voice bouncing off the high walls and seemingly disembodied. "Your name." Sera rolled her eyes; she was starting to get real tired of the question. "And what type of mutation is that attached to your arm?"
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asikinari
"Hey!" Paul called out to the one-faced 'sunshine'. "You can't just talk to her like that, she spared us a whole bunch of trouble"
Paul looked at the songstress, "Hi... Im Paul... This here is apparently my worst nightmare." Paul glanced at the ray of light herself and walked past her. "Nevermind, let's save intros for later." Paul continued down the alley.
Paul looked at the songstress, "Hi... Im Paul... This here is apparently my worst nightmare." Paul glanced at the ray of light herself and walked past her. "Nevermind, let's save intros for later." Paul continued down the alley.
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LilWriter
Rosada, restraining a still indignant Pyra with her other hand, looked towards the way he had gone, and shook her head. Looking from him to her, she thought, These are definitely not socialable people. In fact, she was still angered by the woman's remark, though she decided to let it go. For now.
At the moment, however, she was going to help them, since as she and Pyra knew--though were hard put to admit it--Rosada had no skills as a warrior whatsoever. All she could do was use her magic, which would not work indefinitely, and the Ichtass were stubborn and irratic folk. You never know when they might quit.
And since the crazed idiot had angered them so much, and since the woman had helped, no other outsiders will be tolerated, and will probably be hurt, if only on principle.
Which left with Rosada and Pyra with one choice: to save these idiots first, and then travel with them until safety was reached. Whenever that will be.
I just have to rememvber no to kill them before that, Rosada thought. Piece of cake. Yeah right.
At the moment, however, she was going to help them, since as she and Pyra knew--though were hard put to admit it--Rosada had no skills as a warrior whatsoever. All she could do was use her magic, which would not work indefinitely, and the Ichtass were stubborn and irratic folk. You never know when they might quit.
And since the crazed idiot had angered them so much, and since the woman had helped, no other outsiders will be tolerated, and will probably be hurt, if only on principle.
Which left with Rosada and Pyra with one choice: to save these idiots first, and then travel with them until safety was reached. Whenever that will be.
I just have to rememvber no to kill them before that, Rosada thought. Piece of cake. Yeah right.
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Mumei Yoake
(Uggg, and on comes the writer's block >.<)
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The reason for the woman's assistance was plainly obvious--it was the same as her own. She now had two allies, if only for this instance, and it made her nerves irate. Allies require trust, mercenaries simply don't trust. She was thrust into a morally clashing situation.
Your morals against...them. Her eyes settled on the frozen Ichtass.
"South east. Keep up." she muttered unhappily as she passed the little woman.
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The reason for the woman's assistance was plainly obvious--it was the same as her own. She now had two allies, if only for this instance, and it made her nerves irate. Allies require trust, mercenaries simply don't trust. She was thrust into a morally clashing situation.
Your morals against...them. Her eyes settled on the frozen Ichtass.
"South east. Keep up." she muttered unhappily as she passed the little woman.
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asikinari
The three moved along the calmed village. Everyone seemed to have heard the songstress's litany. Sunshine, as Paul had named the older woman, was leading the two south-east, passing villagers in a trance-like state. The silence was awkward. Neither three knew what to say. Thanks? Appreciation? Admiration? Apologies? None...
"Well... ain't this a beautiful day" Paul said as they walked on the streets. Paul looked up, saw grey clouds and a storm cloud nearby, "For you 'ey?" Paul motioned to Sunshine
"Well... ain't this a beautiful day" Paul said as they walked on the streets. Paul looked up, saw grey clouds and a storm cloud nearby, "For you 'ey?" Paul motioned to Sunshine
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Mumei Yoake
Looking up, Sera noted the clouds and mentally relaxed some. There is a god. Already her world had started becoming gold as she had been feeling the oncoming rays of dawn, but thanks to the noted clouds she'd been able to see for a while yet. Keeping her sight meant she still had a chance to throttle the boy who had started this all.
Then again, maybe not. she thought as her world tilted underneath her feet. The grip upon her sword loosened and she staggered over to a wall, bracing herself against it. Sera managed to hold her world steady as she looked down at her arm. The gash from the arrow had bled considerably and now her whole arm was nearly covered in blood. Her arm had gone completely numb sometime during their movement through the alleys, preventing her from feeling her life's blood draining from her arm.
She silently cursed her luck. With freedom just an alley away, it was now, of all times, that she was to collapse; now, when showing weakness to her unwilling companions was inevitable. Damn it. I need a new job.
Then again, maybe not. she thought as her world tilted underneath her feet. The grip upon her sword loosened and she staggered over to a wall, bracing herself against it. Sera managed to hold her world steady as she looked down at her arm. The gash from the arrow had bled considerably and now her whole arm was nearly covered in blood. Her arm had gone completely numb sometime during their movement through the alleys, preventing her from feeling her life's blood draining from her arm.
She silently cursed her luck. With freedom just an alley away, it was now, of all times, that she was to collapse; now, when showing weakness to her unwilling companions was inevitable. Damn it. I need a new job.
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LilWriter
Though sorely tempted to simply leave the fool to die of bloodloss--for the remark she had made to Pyra--Rosada's Healer's instincts overpowered such desires. They always had, and probably always would, despite the person in question.
"Here, let me," Rosada said as she moved up to take the woman's arm. When Sera jerked her arm away from the Healer's touch, two things happened. One, Pyra hissed and spit at her, cursing at the woman in her own tongue, though only Rosada understood it. Two, the movement caused Sera such dizziness that, though Rosada had been able to catch her arm, she still fell to one knee.
"You, boy," snapped Rosada. Paul looke over at them, so caught up in his own dark thoughts that he hadn't noticed what was happening. "Come help me support her; we at least need to be out of this village before I Heal her; otherwise, we will be easy prey."
Even as Paul came over and grabbed Sera's other arm, Rosada heard the village stir. Crap, she thought. Then,doing the only possible thing within her power, she opened her mouth to Sing.
"Here, let me," Rosada said as she moved up to take the woman's arm. When Sera jerked her arm away from the Healer's touch, two things happened. One, Pyra hissed and spit at her, cursing at the woman in her own tongue, though only Rosada understood it. Two, the movement caused Sera such dizziness that, though Rosada had been able to catch her arm, she still fell to one knee.
"You, boy," snapped Rosada. Paul looke over at them, so caught up in his own dark thoughts that he hadn't noticed what was happening. "Come help me support her; we at least need to be out of this village before I Heal her; otherwise, we will be easy prey."
Even as Paul came over and grabbed Sera's other arm, Rosada heard the village stir. Crap, she thought. Then,doing the only possible thing within her power, she opened her mouth to Sing.
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asikinari
Paul grabbed Sunshine's arm. She was unconscious, but gazing into empty space as she bled. "Now what..." He groaned. It was easy for him to leave the two but apparently needed his assistance. He heard the village stir and then fell ino a quiet slumber like before as soon as the Songstress started singing.. Paul lifted Sunshine and carried her on his back. "The exit's not far. Lets get going" 
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LilWriter
[About time you got it Right!]
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Singing as she hurried after them, Rosada glanced back and saw that her Song was working; everyone was still standing in the same spots. Paul, Sera, and Rosada reached the end of the village, and past.
Spotting a grove of trees nearby, Rosada gestured to Paul to go over there. Reluctantly, he complied. Ceasing the Song, Rosadaa watched at Paul dumped Sera onto the ground.
"I'm going to Heal her, now," Rosada informed the boy. "Try to make sure we aren't found." Once she got his nod, Rosade bent over her patient.
"Damn," she breathed, "What did you do to yourself?" Lightly gripping her arm, Rosada took hold of her magic and trickled it into her. Head bent, arm held carefully, Rosada worked on Sera's wound. It was fairly deep, which explained the amount of blood, but it wasn't all that long.
It took three hours. Once finished, Rosada reabsorbed her magic, and sat back. Immediately, Sera snapped open her eyes. And Rosada blacked out.
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Singing as she hurried after them, Rosada glanced back and saw that her Song was working; everyone was still standing in the same spots. Paul, Sera, and Rosada reached the end of the village, and past.
Spotting a grove of trees nearby, Rosada gestured to Paul to go over there. Reluctantly, he complied. Ceasing the Song, Rosadaa watched at Paul dumped Sera onto the ground.
"I'm going to Heal her, now," Rosada informed the boy. "Try to make sure we aren't found." Once she got his nod, Rosade bent over her patient.
"Damn," she breathed, "What did you do to yourself?" Lightly gripping her arm, Rosada took hold of her magic and trickled it into her. Head bent, arm held carefully, Rosada worked on Sera's wound. It was fairly deep, which explained the amount of blood, but it wasn't all that long.
It took three hours. Once finished, Rosada reabsorbed her magic, and sat back. Immediately, Sera snapped open her eyes. And Rosada blacked out.
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asikinari
"Try to make sure we aren't found." The Songstress said. Paul nodded, he stood just behind one of the trees, he saw the village stir. There were some shouts and then he saw... Paul looked at his arm, he saw nothing. His armband, the only memento of his family. It had a family crest of a dragon, it was definitely precious. Damn, he cursed. He looked at the Songstress who had begun healing. Paul shrugged, he walked out of the grove and headed back into the village.
The villagers haven't made their way anywhere near the village gates. Paul casually walked in, heading back to the alley they had been in. It wasn't a long way there, but it wasn't short either.
"There he is!" A voice shouted. A man, big, fat and ugly held a torch up into the air. With that cry, he had summoned the entire village to a stampede.
"I'm done with you people." Paul growled.
Paul reached down for the ground, Earth... such a useful thing, used for crafting, home to precious metals and critters and also a weapon.
Paul, with a swift motion, drew out a sword, made to his liking, heavy, but broad and impregnable.
The people kept on charging towards him, killing wasn't exactly his style, casual deaths at least. Besides, there wasn't any reward for annhialating an entire village. And to think they'd be scared of a big sword... Paul thought. Plan B.
Paul stabbed the sword into the ground, stalagmites popped out of the ground, creating quite a positive effect. The villagers flinched, Paul smiled at the distraction and fled, leaving his sword. It'll disintegrate into thin air and return to the ground in a few minutes.
Paul wandered in the alley, his stilletto still stuck in the ground. He started looking around the shadowed ground.
The villagers haven't made their way anywhere near the village gates. Paul casually walked in, heading back to the alley they had been in. It wasn't a long way there, but it wasn't short either.
"There he is!" A voice shouted. A man, big, fat and ugly held a torch up into the air. With that cry, he had summoned the entire village to a stampede.
"I'm done with you people." Paul growled.
Paul reached down for the ground, Earth... such a useful thing, used for crafting, home to precious metals and critters and also a weapon.
Paul, with a swift motion, drew out a sword, made to his liking, heavy, but broad and impregnable.
The people kept on charging towards him, killing wasn't exactly his style, casual deaths at least. Besides, there wasn't any reward for annhialating an entire village. And to think they'd be scared of a big sword... Paul thought. Plan B.
Paul stabbed the sword into the ground, stalagmites popped out of the ground, creating quite a positive effect. The villagers flinched, Paul smiled at the distraction and fled, leaving his sword. It'll disintegrate into thin air and return to the ground in a few minutes.
Paul wandered in the alley, his stilletto still stuck in the ground. He started looking around the shadowed ground.
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Mumei Yoake
(Finally, a moment to spare!)
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Sera awoke to a massive headache. She groaned, pressing a hand flat against her forehead. Slowly the headache began to dull and she gazed around. Trees. Trees were not in a village like this. Sitting up slowly, she began to take a better evaluation of her surroundings.
They were outside the village and the two were no-where to be found. As she shifted to scan the ground for her sword she noticed the Petite lying awkwardly beside her. Such a position would suggest fainting. Great. We have a fainter. She rolled her eyes. Her sword, thankfully, was laying only a finger's breath away from her hand. It was then she realized, as she reached out to caress her sword, that she could move her arm freely. It was healed. She let out a sigh of relief and sprawled rather gracelessly backwards.
They were out; might as well relax a little.
She half expected some reckless comment from the kid, but when none came she cursed. He was gone; no throttling for her. Rolling over, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and lazily threw her arms over her knees. She watched the village for a moment before her eyes shifted to the ground. Just as she expected: footprints leading back towards the village. The idiot had gone back.
Letting her head fall back, she sighed. "Wonderful," she groaned to the heavy clouds shifting under her icy gaze. "Not only did I step in for nothing, I lost my bounty."
Should have just let the kid die. Doesn't matter who he died by, just as long as I get paid for bringing back his hand. Can't bring it back if he dies in there now, though.
His hand; they had only asked for his hand. Not his head or his tongue or his eyes, just his hand--and supposedly an armband. It had struck her as odd, but a job is a job.
Looking over her shoulder at the Petite, she wondered when the stranger would wake up. She seemed to be doing fine. Maybe in a few minutes. She told herself, turning to stare back at the village.
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Sera awoke to a massive headache. She groaned, pressing a hand flat against her forehead. Slowly the headache began to dull and she gazed around. Trees. Trees were not in a village like this. Sitting up slowly, she began to take a better evaluation of her surroundings.
They were outside the village and the two were no-where to be found. As she shifted to scan the ground for her sword she noticed the Petite lying awkwardly beside her. Such a position would suggest fainting. Great. We have a fainter. She rolled her eyes. Her sword, thankfully, was laying only a finger's breath away from her hand. It was then she realized, as she reached out to caress her sword, that she could move her arm freely. It was healed. She let out a sigh of relief and sprawled rather gracelessly backwards.
They were out; might as well relax a little.
She half expected some reckless comment from the kid, but when none came she cursed. He was gone; no throttling for her. Rolling over, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and lazily threw her arms over her knees. She watched the village for a moment before her eyes shifted to the ground. Just as she expected: footprints leading back towards the village. The idiot had gone back.
Letting her head fall back, she sighed. "Wonderful," she groaned to the heavy clouds shifting under her icy gaze. "Not only did I step in for nothing, I lost my bounty."
Should have just let the kid die. Doesn't matter who he died by, just as long as I get paid for bringing back his hand. Can't bring it back if he dies in there now, though.
His hand; they had only asked for his hand. Not his head or his tongue or his eyes, just his hand--and supposedly an armband. It had struck her as odd, but a job is a job.
Looking over her shoulder at the Petite, she wondered when the stranger would wake up. She seemed to be doing fine. Maybe in a few minutes. She told herself, turning to stare back at the village.