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Post by Askyre on Jan 1, 2008 2:14:04 GMT -5
Askyre faltered, his face unchanging as he dropped his extended hand.
"I see not how such a trivial things matters. Nor do I understand why that should matter to yourself... being a..."
The imp trailed off, attempting-and failing-to contain his hostility. Turning his head, he tried to sort his thoughts.
"It's... a sorts of a family concoction, one might say." The imp walked towards the window, pulling back the curtains and throwing open the hinged doors, allowing the cool night air to wash over himself, moonlight streaming past him to land at the feet of the Er Hoc, leaving his face in shadows. He rested his arms upon the sill before continuing.
"When I was younger... circumstances left many of my race to devise ways to either counter poisonous mixtures, slow them, or else.." He closed his eyes painfully, turning his gaze to the moon when they reopened. "Or else.. we died." He looked over at the Er Hoc grimly. "I assume you might be able to understand..."
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Post by Tino on Jan 1, 2008 2:25:04 GMT -5
"I do," Tino replied simply. "And you live."
"What are the ingredients in that family concoction of yours?"
A cure from Lamia, the healer thought. The medics rarely venture into Lamia's area of medicine --- it was simply too dangerous to stay in the region. With a wandering imp in front of him, now free of the effects of his sedatives, he would have to know how. Although he was certainly skeptical, if the cure was any close to a hevum --- the cure-all --- he would have to acquire it.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 1, 2008 2:30:08 GMT -5
Askyre eyed the Er Hoc warily.
"And yet you have yet to volunteer your name? Who might I say that I have shared such information with?"
Reaching into his pouch, the imp tossed a small package at the other occupant of the room, watching as the younger male caught it carefully.
"Mostly, that contains several plants and species from Lamia itself. If it was your intention to acquire the recipe for such a remedy..." Askyre smirked a little, "You might have to travel some ways in order to obtain more."
Settling onto the bed, finally, the imp tentatively lifted the bowl, stirring it before leaning in to sniff it gently. He stopped when he noticed the younger male watching him, trying to undo any offense that such an obvious display of distrust may have caused.
Attempting to smooth things over, the imp raised the leveled spoon to his mouth, before he hesitated.
"You can keep those, by the way. I can't be certain of which species of plants and herbs that were used... But.. if you manage to figure it out, feel free to share." He smiled, before taking a primitive sip of the soup.
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Post by Tino on Jan 1, 2008 2:47:41 GMT -5
Tino wrapped his fingers around the package and turned his gaze away from the imp.
"You have my gratitude. I'll leave you be."
Turning to leave, he paused, hesitating for a few seconds before making himself known to the imp.
"My name is Tino."
And he shut the door behind him.
Returning to his room, he closed the door quietly. Smelling the antidote in the air, he looked over to Alaric, still sleeping, though breathing a bit more shallow now. He wanted to examine the contents of the package, but tucked it into his backpack on the table instead in fear that Alaric would wake up.
He climbed onto his bed and lay there, idling, knowing that the antidote would leave him sleepless tonight.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 1, 2008 17:44:37 GMT -5
Casidaen could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. His hand was hot where the forest elf was holding and he gulped. He was going to become an incoherent idiot if he tried to say something, and he knew it. So he just kept his mouth shut and followed the smaller elf's lead.
The cool air settled around them in the Voragimines nighttime sky. It was silent for the most part except the slushing sounds coming from the fountain and the dark elf inhaled deeply. It was all so calming that even the small elf had quieted down from his normal, cheerful babble.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 1, 2008 18:52:57 GMT -5
Askyre let out a low sigh as the door clicked shut. Glancing down at his bowl, the imp became determined to finish it.
Placing the empty dish back upon the table, Askyre quickly found himself wearied, and took to lying down on his side, watching with drooping lids as the moon took its time gliding across the night sky.
It didn't take long for sleep to overtake him.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 1, 2008 21:44:36 GMT -5
((OOC: Casi- You're wish is my command! XP))
Several of the shadowy figures turn their heads when two elves leave the inn, and start weaving they're way to Miyoor's residential area. After a silent communication among the mysterious figures, three break off and follow the two men.
Reth/Casi: As you walk down the street, you quickly notice that the place is unusually silent. Before you have the chance to wonder too much about this, you see a drunken dwarf in front of you waving a well-worn battle ax in a haphazard and random fashion. The fellow is breathing in gasps, and his face is pale from fear.
At the same time, the hairs on the backs of your necks stand on end... a great feeling of danger is pressing in upon you.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 1, 2008 23:36:09 GMT -5
Rethen's eyes widened as he saw the dwarf.
"Mallom! Why aren't you at the guard post?!" the elf cried out. He took a step towards the dwarf. The small man let out a gurgling sound before swinging the axe towards the elf. Rethen cursed and sidestepped, pushing Casidaen back and away from the angry dwarf. The dwarf swung again, the axe flying from his hands and crashing into the fountain: Mallom fell backwards and lay there, breathing heavily.
"What happened Mallom?" Rethen asked again, moving closer and peering down at the dwarf. Large claw marks were on his neck and face. The dwarf looked up blearily and whispered a single word.
"Plaguewalkers"
"By the Nine..." Rethen whispered. He stood up and reached into his sleeves, pulling the throwing daggers free. The four knives glistened in the night as he looked into the darkness, eyes wide and searching. "Plaguewalkers...in the walls. Goddess above..."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 1, 2008 23:52:51 GMT -5
"He's in trauma right now, we'd better hurry and take him to the inn before anything bad happens to him," Casidaen said in a serious and urgent tone, the blush and fluster forgotten. Checking the dwarf's vital signs and wounds briefly, he furrowed his brows. He picked up the dwarf's shivering body, lightly tossing him over one shoulder and placing a hand on the smaller elf's shoulders.
"Please be careful. There are some following us. I felt them a while back." He smiled grimly. "I suppose we can forget about dinner? We'd better warn everyone at the inn as well."
Casidaen reached absently into his cloak only to find it was gone. He cursed, forgetting that he had left it in the lobby. He was herbless, weaponless, and poisonless. The dark elf sighed and tensed himself up for any possible battle that was near in the future.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 2, 2008 0:04:18 GMT -5
Before you can get to the inn, three Plaguewalkers glide out in front of you. The wind shifts for a moment, bringing you the scent of rotting garbage and disease.
One turns, though, and heads towards the inn. The lights inside have been dimmed and everyone seems to be sleeping.
The other two continue your way, and the stench becomes stronger. The Plaguewalker closest to you pauses, but only to take note of the already sweating dwarf in Casi's arms. Almost to quick to be seen, its clawed hand snaps out, close enough that the both of you can feel the wind of its passage. The blow was obviously a feint. Possibly to test your reactions.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 2, 2008 0:15:26 GMT -5
"Piece of foul trash!" Rethen roared, hurling two of his throwing daggers at the Plaguewalker. The creature howled in pain as the daggers sank into the creature's throat. The elf wasted no time before hurling a stone at the wounded walker. The creature grabbed the stone out of mid air and Rethen smirked.
"Enjoy your afterlife!" he cried out. He threw two glass orbs at the creature and smirked as they shattered. Fire ripped along the creature's skin. Rethen grabbed Casidaen by the elbow and moved him away from the creature. The fire connected with the stone, and the creature was engulfed in a huge explosion of green and blue fire. Rethen threw a crystal into the air.
"By my command, IGNITE!" the elf yelled. Runes on the crystal glowed and the stone shattered, letting loose a deafening explosion and a giant flash of light in the sky. As the explosion died down, Rethen was yelling again.
"TO ARMS! TO ARMS! PLAGUEWALKERS IN THE SQUARE!"
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 2, 2008 0:35:56 GMT -5
Tedis poked his head out of the inn's doorway with a nightcap on looking very disorientated. He held up his candle higher to see what was going on.
"TO ARMS! TO ARMS! PLAGUEWALKERS IN THE SQUARE!"
The old dwarf woke up immediately and frantically ran back inside, screaming at everyone to wake up.
Casidaen made a mad dash towards the inn, holding Rethen by the scruff of the neck and towing him along. "Quickly, we must go save the inn!" A plaguewalker was gaining on the inn and the big elf silently casted an ice spell, eyes glowing brightly. The ice started to form at the plaguewalker's feet, slowly it creeped up on it's legs, crackling as it went.
Finally, it froze the walker over and Casidaen ran past it to the inn just in time.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 2, 2008 0:49:48 GMT -5
Most of those in the inn are awoken by several thumps on the roof, which are followed by crashes and skittering sounds coming from the attic.
Outside, more plaguewalkers are coming into the town, and dwarfs- both drunk and sober- are arming themselves in as much haste as they can muster. The innkeeper, having rushed out when the two elves run in, goes back to his room to grab a slightly rusted short sword and a crossbow.
By the time the innkeeper makes it back to the bar, the ice has started to melt on the frozen plaguewalker is pooling into a dirty, stinking puddle around its feet. That's not what's worrisome, however.
A large, vaguely hyena-like shape has walked into the building. It's back, head and forelegs are covered in a thickly sectioned shell, and it's tail looks more like a scorpions- complete with stinger. As the things slobber leave burn marks on the wood floor, and residual alcohol randomly bursts into flamelets that sputter and quickly go out. These creatures give off the same smell of the plaguewalkers, only more concentrated.
The dog-thing produces a whine/howl and runs forward on paws the size of large dinner-plates.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 2, 2008 0:58:47 GMT -5
Rethen slammed a palm onto the ground, eyes flashing dangerously.
"No time for a pattern! On the fly then!" the elf yelled. A burst of silver energy scattered into the floor, followed by a roar as a large wall of shimmering stone reared up and blocked the front door, trapping the angry skittering thing momentarily. Rethen coughed and stood up. "Upstairs! We have to move up! That wall won't hold that...whatever the hell it is for long!" Tedis nodded shakily and started up the stairs. Rethen was shaking, eyes widen and darting. The sound of gongs and the sudden lightening of the world outside the inn meant that the soldiers and fire mages of Fort Dom-Alang were pouring into the city. The forest elf turned his eyes to the dark elf and he whimpered.
"We have to wake the others," he whispered. "We need all the help we can get."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 2, 2008 1:16:53 GMT -5
The golden eyed elf nodded solemnly and rushed down the halls, "Everyone needs to wake up and arm themselves best they can. We are under attack amongst plaguewalkers," his loud voice thundered in the halls, echoing back eerily. A few confused dwarves opened their doors angrily until they spotted the large dark elf and scurried back to their rooms to grab some weapons.
The stench of the new walkers was overwhelming and it was seeping through the inn's doors. He grabbed his cloak, clipping it quickly around his shoulders. He rested the injured dwarf on the couch and picked up his staff, gripping it tightly in one hand. The other fished around his cloak's pockets until he sought out his bag of herbs. Quickly thinking, he poured a sprinkle of it in a nearby napkin and folded it. Casidaen tossed it to Rethen instructing him, "Put that around your face at all time. I know it'll be harder to fight with one hand, but the smell that they're releasing is toxic. The herbs should filter this out somewhat."
"Tino needs to stay here to heal the injured. I'll fight some, but I'll also be near the inn for healing as well."
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Post by Tino on Jan 2, 2008 1:53:51 GMT -5
Tino sat up in his bed as he heard the forest elf's alarming shout outside the window.
He closed his eyes and rested his mind for three seconds.
"ALARIC!" He shouted and pounced beside the high elf. "Wake up. There's a battle outside." He whispered harshly into Alaric's ears, making sure the words went in.
He jumped back to the desk, swiftly clicking his belt in place, slipped his hands into the gloves, and tied up his headband. He didn't bother with his cloak --- for all he knew, plaguewalkers wouldn't care to be cautious about the black blade that was settled on the back of his belt.
Grabbing his backpack, he slammed the door and ran into the hallway.
First he checked the room of his neighbour --- Caine. He knocked heavily on the door once, waited not until a second before he thrusted into the room to stand beside the bed of the sleeping dragonette. As quickly as he can the healer smoothly snapped a bottle off his left and unsealed it, blew the antidote powder into Caine's face and shouted "WAKE UP!!"
The wreckus outside is now loud enough for him to not have to explain what was happening.
Next, he went to the imp's room --- hesitating for a splitsecond before he knocked and opened the door.
The room was empty. Tino let himself a little frown before he went downstairs to the lobby and saw Casidaen.
"Tino needs to stay here to heal the injured. I'll fight some, but I'll also be near the inn for healing as well."
"Yes, sir. Please bring the heavy injuries back into the inn," the younger healer said habitually and released another bottle of powder into the inn --- the same antidote to the plaguewalkers' poison that dissolved into air. "Don't worry about us here," he assured his senior before tending to the dwarf on the couch.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 2, 2008 2:07:47 GMT -5
Half-asleep from the loud shouts of the people outside, Alaric sat there for a few seconds before finally realizing what was happening.
"ALARIC! Wake up. There's a battle outside.", he could hear the er hoc shout into his ear, and that certainly woke him up from his slumber.
He held his ear for a second and tried to confirm that he wasn't deaf. He then started to get his katanas into place. Tino certainly did not waste any time, the er hoc grabbed his belongings and got anything he could use to drive away the intruders. Alaric then fastened his katanas to his back and rushed outside as Tino warned the other people about the plaguewalkers who were attacking.
"Plaguewalkers..." those slimy creatures from Itis, his destination, they were here. Was this some kind of warning for him not to go to that accursed place? The elf frowned a bit as Tino rushed past him and ventured down the stairs.
He ran down the stairs and saw Tino with two other elves who were talking to each other intensely. The forest elf and the dark elf were threats to his identity, so he fixed up his hood before approaching them.
"I can fight, I can hold them back if you need me." he said with a smooth voice, but inside his heart was beating fast. He could hear shouts in the distance and he could feel that the place was full of panic.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 2, 2008 2:20:02 GMT -5
Rethen looked up at the tall cloaked figure and blinked owlishly. "Wow...you're really tall..." he muttered. He nodded and his eyes steeled. "Glad to have a fighter. We need to hold this place and protect and bring injured here." His voice wavered a bit. "If we can hold out until the Purge Battalion arrives from the fort, then we can survive." He kneeled and began to carve runes into the floor.
"The Plaguewalkers are viable targets for anything fire based," he murmured. "I'm laying a few incineration runes to trap them. Those big armored buggy things..." he pointed at the wall that was quickly spider-webbing with cracks from the angered creature's strikes, "I have no idea about." He shuddered at the high pitched keen that sounded from behind the wall. "And the weird thing is angry too..."
Rethen hugged himself and backed against the wall, staring wide eyed at the magical wall he had made. What the hell were these things? And how did they get into Miyoor? It just didn't make sense.
"Above all else, protect the healers," he murmured, remembering his meager military training when he was younger. "As long as a healer stands, you have a chance of standing too." He shivered and wrapped the cloth with herbs around his face, tying it off with two pieces of twine from his rucksack. "Grab yourself a mask from Casidaen and get ready."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 2, 2008 2:38:50 GMT -5
Casidaen packed several more masks, making sure to work fast. The dark elf tried his best to scan his mind for any methods to get rid of the strange shelled plaguewalkers. Anything he had read in a book or heard while travelling. He stepped outside to see how the battles were going and to look for the injured he could bring back with him.
Several dwarves were down in a span of five minutes. He heaved them off the ground and dropped them off by the inn's doorway. "Please protect them!"
The dark elf set several normal plaguewalkers on fire, and they shrieked out loud in pain. He tried several spells on the shelled walkers, to no avail. They approached faster now, and much more angry.
"Jince!" the elf winced when the dog-like walker slashed at his arm. Casidaen held the mask closer to his face. He let a ball of magic form at his hands and he roughly pushed it into the creature's stomach. He got a loud and high pitched whine as the beast fell to the ground injured.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 2, 2008 2:53:51 GMT -5
Askyre's eyes were wide, breathing sharp and ragged as he dodged the slashing swipes of several fiends.
"What the jince are these things?!" He cried out, leaping up as a feral dog-like creature staggered towards him. Taking a deep breath, the imp released a powerful burst of flames at the creature, paying it no attention as it wailed in agony.
Turning back towards the inn, Askyre noticed a few dwarves trying to fend off several ghoulish creatures. His eyebrows lowered in a disbelieving manner.
I don't have time for this..
Unable to calculate what sort of benefits saving the dwarves would give him, Askyre deftly trodded over, releasing another devastating flow of flames. The dwarves turned to him, looks of surprise scattered upon their round, wrinkled faces, beady eyes squinting. The imp scoffed at them, hand on hip.
"What, do you want me to take that back? Because, look, here comes another..."
Terrified, the dwarves fled, leaving their rescuer without so much as a thanks.
"Oh, come on, like that was really necessary..." Askyre complained, before he himself began evading the monster. "Oh, jince." He cursed, tripping as his attacker made a sudden jerky movement that was entirely unpredictable. The imp fell heavily to the ground, hoping whatever blow was aimed his way would miss.
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