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Geralt
Aeon
Amalarra
Devic
Evil purple goop plague guy
Skjor and Ammon did not roll initiative.
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Why you people keep dive in front of bullets!? Devic grows frustrated as Skjor valiantly dives in front of the creature she takes aim at.
Skjor's charge is met with a simply shove to the shouders that sends him back on his feet, the creature he tried rushing looking completely unfazed. Barbarians. It growled.
The Aeon, now with two arms free, exactly half, makes another quick series of gestures, then it's eyes flash in the direction of the creature.
Oh... Damnation! Why is everything upside down? Rosa? Is that you? Where Are my sardines you bastard?
Geralt, satisfied with how free the aeon was, now rushes the nonsense spouting monster with his blade raised.
...and misses terribly, probably the worst swing of Geralt's life. So bad in fact, that Geralt can't even re-try like all the other times
Using the last bits of her magic, Amalarra shoots of two magical tendrils that strike the strange beast.
The creature doesn't notice Geralt missing by a country mile, and only barely registers the magic missiles as they rattle of his hide.
Oh dear, it appears to be raining. It said upon being struck. Nyaha! In a rain forest! Brilliant!
For a long while, the creature spasms, speaking rapidly to himself. Rain!Purplerain!Timediseaseispurple!Prince!ItrainedintheSuperbowl!Currentst raintasteslikelicorish!
Know is temporary, but happy I not worst speak in room.
I'll work on breaking the rest of these chains! Good thing's are happening as we free it more. If anyone can smash through these quickly it's me, just hold on a little longer guy's. Ammon goes to break through the last two set's of chains.
Both of Devic's shots miss the mark, punching a mark in the tree behind the creature.
Meanwhile, Ammon both contracts Bubonic Plague, then breaks through both of the chains. The Aeon is free.
The Aeon flies forward to the creature, all four of it's hands balled into fists.
And batters the wicked creature with three out of six strikes.
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Amalarra
Devic
Evil purple goop plague guy
Geralt
Aeon
Skjor and Ammon are in there somewhere.
Skjor's ax cleaves straight into the branches that entangled the creature's arms as it gains but a moment of clarity to raise it's emaciated arm to block.
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Geralt
Aeon
Skjor
Amalarra
Evil purple goop plague guy
A vine unravels out from Amalarra's sleeve, wrapping around the plague creature's legs, trying to trip it.
The vine fails to trip the creature, merely rapping itself across it's shins. It only looks mildly annoyed.
If only for the next few seconds, the creature seems to gain some sense of clarity, though not quite enough to know that the aeon pounding on him with it's many fists should be a top priority.
Instead, it looks over to Amalarra, the look in it's eyes clear that he was going to go after her as soon as he got free. It wriggles it's shoulders and legs, flexing it's emaciated muscles.
The Aeon intercepts the creature, clotheslining it with a hard hit to the hit, snapping it back, but not stopping the beast.
It Freed itself from it's confines, but it begins to look weakened.
All of the sudden, you begin to hear a buzzing sound...
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"Umm guys," Amalarra eyes widen, "He looks kind of mad at me."
Devic retrieves another bomb and lets it fly at the demon creature, this one aimed to obscure his sight.
Davay!
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Vy vybrali nepravil'nyy boy.
"you'll be fiiiine sweetheart!" Geralt quips, looking like he recovered from his catastrophe of a attack.
Devic's smoke bomb strikes the beast smack in it's skull face, smoke immediately inhaled, the creature begins to wave the smoke from it's face, and scratches at the new marks on it's 'face.'
And finally, Skjor's blow cleaves straight into the neck of the creature, through it, and lopping it clean off.
The creature's body falls limp on the ground before desolving into a green, putrid, and bubbling puddle.
The Aeon turns to the group. An image flashes through your head.
A thumbs up.
"see? I told you." Geralt says to Amalarra, before stepping up to the Aeon.
"you good?"
I know we want to party and everything but, that monster spat plague at me, it got through my armor...Plague's are a bit contagious, so ummm yeah i'm just going to stay over here for now...I knew i should have taken those first aid courses Ammon comment's staying a bit away from the group, He falls sitting on the floor But yeah, good job everyone...I think we saved the world.
Devic hadn't realized quite how tense she had gotten during the confrontation. Unfortunately compounded with the fact that she was wearing something that fit better than normal, so the rat was even more apparently out of sorts and hunched over than her usual self. She tries to stand up straight, coming up higher than usual.
No. Not over. Ehh, plague and rats not good history. As she distances herself from the Englishman, the russian speaks to Amalarra.
You. We have private chat when we get back. Her voice is cold.
The Aeon flies over to Ammon, putting it's hand on his chest.
The Aeon projects another image into Ammon's mind. Another thumbs up.
It goes over to the table, sifts through a few objects, and comes up with a thin stack of paper, handing it to Devic. It appears to be a collection of notes pertaining to the time disease. It points at Devic after he hands her the paper.
A syringe labeled 'vaccine.'
A chef stirring a pot.
It turns to the group.
A car driving on the road, and a hitchhiker holding up a thumb.
A Formain.
It nods, raising it's hand as if preparing a spell, looking for a reply, first.
Straight faced, Geralt let's out a small "Wut?"
The Aeon takes that 'Wut' as a yes.
In the moment you blink, you find yourself in the Formian village, the same place where you had held council with the lead Formian and the Aeon Unus.
The Formian was standing there before you.
You return?
Da? Oh. Ehh, demon go "pop". Devic is still busy trying to comb over the notes left in her hands.
Hmm. Hmmm. Hmmmm. She tilts her head trying to get an idea of where to start with this information.
Supposed to make antidote with this? Dammit Kronyuss, I'm engineer, not doctor! *sigh* Sure. Is like challenge. The rat looks up from the papers.
Anyone have extensive background of medicine, or advanced magical expertise, arcane or otherwise?
Umm, what just happened I blinked Once ammon has time to figure thing's out he responds to Devic, I still have a few basic spells, parlor tricks really if that would help...Ya know the basic's making water, light, purifying food , and the basic magic detection and reading spells. Other than that my only magic knowledge is in the divine.
I must admit that none of the hive imagined that you would actually come back alive. The Formian said. Are you victorious?
Before any of the team can answer, Kronyuss floats forward, then the Formian dips her head down thoughtfully.
You're people will help work for a cure, then? She asked. Noble of you, outsiders.
Then, each of your phones provided by silver buzz. A text.
Status report? It says.
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Nyet, no. Those spells not what I mean. Need aid long-term think. Research, yes casting, but also others. Meta-analysis, cross references, fieldwork, ehh... After rattling off her brainstorming, the unofficial scientist trails off for just a moment.
...When we get here?
I need bigger laboratory. Also, your carrier has good G strength. Is Devic's response as the text reaches her.
Thank you, I actually own the company :) Sliver texts back. I can give you an entire university if you need it. What happened??? She asked.
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Do you want the shorted version? We stopped progress of supernatural plague, Gerald needs hug, Amman needs quarantine, Alma needs talk, Bjork was well-behaved. Long version need said in person for clarity sake. Devic silently appreciates the invention of autocorrect.
Why do you all look at your devices? The Formain asked down at the group, tilting her head. What was it? She asked. What being.[/b]
[i]Very well. Silver said. I will arrange for Abrantes to prep the portal. In the meantime, I hear you have a ride over with Noris to look forward to :)
ha ha ha. No really where is the portal? Devic asks already knowing the answer but holding out hope for something she might not know. Linnorm Breath is tolerable once. Five is when the escape plans start brewing.
Ehh, creature was skull-head demon of sort. Had Incubuses for soldiers. Is right? Incubuses?
"...incubi?" Geralt let's out, not to sure himself
Incubi is the correct pluralization, ooh Devic make sure you tell Silver i got the plague, this spreading would be really bad. Ammon states keeping distance, Ammon looks over to the Formain's both thinking and speaking to them in an effort to communicate. Um, they are called phone's we use them to communicate over long distances
The Formians lead you back to the guide group you came in with, all eating pizza with sardines in it, save the Kobold, who picked out the small fish to eat on their lonesome. They greeted you all, Norriss with a massive hug that went a few seconds over what was comfortable for everyone, and they drove home, the dwarf's taste in music blasting at your ears full volume.
Abrantes snarkily leads you into the portal, where a tripp acid-esque sequence plays.
Silver and her aide Frida are there to greet you all.
Enjoy Brazil? She asked. Did you eat any of that shaved meat? I had Norris report back on me as soon as you left his company. He said something about aeons? Is that true?
Who delivers out here? Better have gotten solid gold blocks for a tip.
Devic spends her time on the trip back split between texting her family, and trying to type out a report of exactly what transpired. And vainly attempting to block out Gnik.
No. Hot. No booze in forest. For you. The disgruntled alcoholic turns in her brief summary/report.
"We arrived in the Amazon where collectively we had been abducted by a species of insectoid phylogenesis. The 'Formians' as they were known believed our association had hostile intent. Our approach coinciding with the spread of supernatural disease. After clarifying our reasons, the formians brought us to their leader. An Aeon titled Unus.
We were given the quest to traverse further into photosynthetic patient. Next phenomenon bearing mention would be a strike force of decapi which had descended from the canopy. Worth recording here because a solitary nature in decapi is the norm. These aberrations had been organized.
Following that encounter we were pinpointed by Incubi. The discovery of demonic influence is worrying. We also had begun to find examples of aforementioned supernatural plague. Due to unorthodox nature of plague, exact term for definition is unclear. Plausibly curse, or virus as well. Recognized by thick, deep purple mire. Symptoms in rain forest were unmistakable. Include drained color as if world itself faded, concentrated local time dilation's noticeable due to debris in free fall appearing to stay in place mid-air. Lastly contact with sludge itself induce sudden flashbacks of memory with vivid nuance, such that subject relives experience in full.
The journey ends when we ascended a tower found in heart of amazon, a large skull-headed demon of unknown nature seemed to have concocted cronal cancer. Was here we found second Aeon, Kronyuss bound. Freeing him as we fought, the demon was slain due to Kronyusses (Is it Kronyusses, or Kronyuss'?) supplementary aid.
Was this point where Aeon bestowed a vial containing sample of the corruption upon me. This is hard part. I will require more resources to devote to reverse engineer a counter to this plague. Some of the others believe our victory was the end of this. I don't surmise the same. The Aeon's know something. No other reason to give us this sample."
Silver pursed her lips, reading down the summary. Indeed. She said. This is obviously part of something greater. An organized group of extraplanar creatures, working together?
She tapped the nails on her index and middle fingers to the sheet. You'll have time to work on a cure. Meanwhile, I think I'm going to want to follow up on this news of Aeons, personally. There might be an agreement we can all figure out together.
She nodded.
In the meantime, you are all dismissed to do as you please until next I call you. She smiled. Enjoy the leisure. I have a bad feeling that things aren't about to get any easier.
Gagging behind his mask, Geralt goes through after Skjor, looking overjoyed to be back in the big city and not a murder forest that tries to kill time.
At mention of the cure Geralt shifts in place and says "yeah, I wish you luck with that Devic, I'm not really of any use for magical theory and what not."
Then after listening intently to Silver's follow up on the situation, Geralt asks
"can I get a psychiatrist?"
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Gagging behind his mask, Geralt goes through after Skjor, looking overjoyed to be back in the big city and not a murder forest that tries to kill time.
At mention of the cure Geralt shifts in place and says "yeah, I wish you luck with that Devic, I'm not really of any use for magical theory and what not."
Then after listening intently to Silver's follow up on the situation, Geralt asks
"can I get a psychiatrist?"
No no. You ehh, actually valuable to particular research. Tell me, you feel strange from events today? Devic closes in to Geralt, not actually looking at him, but clearly talking to the man as she opens up her notes.
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"what do you mean? I don't feel good, if that's what you meant?" Geralt groans out, tired from the trip "...more mentally then physically I mean."
Once again shifting in place, Geralt continues "like I said Devic, I know as much as anyone else about how my power exist so I can't help with that. For all I know, I could be infected with whatever it is that was killing time. But I will say that jungle is now my least favorite place on earth, right in front of JC penny."
Glancing at Silver and Frida, Geralt adds
"I was serious about that psychiatrist..."
I think we all need a bit of a break, after that...Things got a bit intense.i'm going to go do some studying and magic training. I have this new trick i'm working on.
Very well, I will set up a complementary appointment with Doctor Grube. He's one of the leaders in his fields, and the best Grippli psychiatric caretaker out there.
Can't wait to see the trick. You're right, you all deserve a bit of a break. You're dismissed after we do the obligatory checkup for any contracted jungle disease/ residual time venom.
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Well i mean if you really want to see i could give it a try, but yeah your right first thing's first we all need to get checked after that trek. Ammon says to Silver, the young demon child smiling again. It's a small bit of creation magic, i read about something like it in a book a while ago. it's never really been combat viable, but i've been practicing and i think it's almost ready.