"Umm....I don't think we'll find bandits in an area with shinobi...most bandits have more self-preservation instincts than that...But yes, I have plenty of sharp pointy metal things should they become necessary." ^.^"Alright, then let's go and hope for the best."
Hew nods to Kitty with a smile. Before following. "Zilla I want you to stay near me or Midori. We still don't know want will happen If your body is destroyed. Your body's no stronger than a child's doll currently." He tells her somberly as she flies over and lands on his shoulder. Slowly he slips the staff from behind his arm and starts using it as walking stick.
When Dennis arrives at the warehouse, his entrance is blocked by a huge blade of deadly, spinning blades. He can sort of see inside, however, and is able to make out a massive, glowing warrior, wielding a giant sword, fighting a vile looking Marilith, armed to the teeth with a variety of weapons.
The warrior does not appear to be overly hurt, but the demon has several nasty looking wounds
doesn't appear overly hurt, but has thick rivulets of blood streaming out of his armor and is standing in a pool of blood
Ace, infused still with holy power, strikes out at the lone remaining Vrolikai.
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Crit (unless they have a higher than normal AC) for
All attacks overcome DR as I am Smiting.
Dennis arrived at the warehouse and sized up the situation.
"Professor? I see a bunch of spinning blades, some guy standing in a pool of blood fighting a thing with lots of arms...some kind of demon. There's some kids cowering in the corner it looks like, but they can't get out...and there's a dead kid in the street," he added sadly.
"Miss Waverider, I know a great deal about keeping secrets. When keeping secrets from yourself, you have to leave yourself times when you're allowed to remember or you'll drive yourself insane. This isn't about magic. It's about managing your own mind and learning to protect your thoughts so that coming in contact with the thoughts of others doesn't damage your mind. Those techniques are universal regardless of the source of the ability that allows you to make contact with the mind of another sentient being."
"Mr. Repparyn, I am afraid you have to leave now. Melody has made her wishes in the matter plain."
"Yes, you are quite right. Well, have a good morning ladies." he says genially, with a deep bow. "I hope whatever is troubling you is resolved Melody." he says with a warm smile.
The white gnome then makes his exit from the room, closing the door behind him.
Ginni gives Miss Jones a strange look. It wasn't like her to use a student's first name if she had any choice in the matter.
She noticed that even though the overall effect is put-together that Miss Jones was not dressed as neatly as usual. Her scarf was tied at an angle, her hair was starting to come slightly loose from it's pins and there's a run in one of her stockings. She overall just seems to be distracted.
"Umm....are we okay to do this now?"
"Yes, it's fine," she said crisply. "I will walk you through it while you help Miss Waverider. I think that's best for everyone in this situation. Let me know when the two of you are ready to begin."
The last Vrolikai can feel that Something is terribly wrong. After the burst of light, it has felt nauseous, of all things. Nauseous! A demon is nauseated. It also knows that if it dies here, it dies for good. The strange human that just struck it so viciously seems ready to repeat the action, then there is the confounding monk who seems invulnerable to everything and literally squeezed its fellow to death. I know when I am overmatched. Perhaps I can finish my mission if I can escape these for now. It flies to the portal, slipping back to the prime material plane where it flies back through the broken window and turns towards the closest edge of town.
"He said that, did he?"
Vare had finally been re-united with Rena, after a somewhat frantic bout of searching on both of their parts, and now they were both in an empty teacher's lounge, discussing their previous evenings while Vare studied his patchwork spell book at one of the desks. To anyone who would enter, it would appear to them that he was convering with the air, or perhaps with himself. "And what do you think? Would you like to be a student here? I could give you a humanoid form, if you would like that."
Vare grimaces at bit at that, remembering the events of the previous evening, and says with an uncharictaristic amount of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm not sure if the Headmaster would allow us to speak if you were a student. He seems rather touchy about that."
With the additional students that would be reporting into her class come Monday, Karish had decided it more prudent to spend her Saturday making sure everything was in proper shape for the increased class load. Thankfully the school's systems, or magic, or whatever ran the arrangements had been exceptionally cooperative, and she'd spent most of the morning thus far experimenting with configurations and consolidations, looking for the construction that would serve her needs best while providing both the space and the resources necessary for the greater volume of students.
All that said, as much as she was enjoying the new discoveries unlocked, and all the more so with each new idea or attempt, the time had come to take a rest for a while. Not long, just some time to stretch her legs, perhaps get some food and make conversation with other teachers or even students if any happened to be in for some extracurricular study or practice. Predictably though the halls, at least along her chosen path, echoed her footsteps emptily, and her presence was unanswered by another until she reached the lounge.
Another teacher was there, crouched over a tome and deep in conversation with someone... despite the room being empty besides him. Karish knew that feeling, answering to voices or emotions only you could hear or receive, being forced to answer or acquiesce to demands transmitted directly into your mind. She left Vare to his conversation without a question, first retrieving an apple from the icebox then taking a seat not too nearby. Her teeth - black, long, and sharply pointed - didn't look like you'd normally associate with someone who'd enjoy eating fruit, but that didn't seem to stop her. Likewise, despite any of the natural or artificial lighting in the room nor her location in proportion to it, the heavily-scarred woman appeared at all times to be sitting in the dimmest available light, as if draped in a slight perpetual shadow.
Ace, seeing the demon attempt to flee, lashes out with a deadly blow.
Spending one MoI to add Int to Atk and another to add Int to dmg.
for Vital Strike, Smite.
Vai snaps at the demon as it attempts to flee, her teeth flashing in the strange light of the Abyss.
Phaezeriel finally shakes off the effects of the time hop and lifts out of Fei's arms. His mental voice is very calm, ::Fei, I am good. Thank you.:: Turning to Ehos his thoughts become a little sharper, ::Ehos, there is no need for heroic last stands. I do not know what has gotten into you, but be absolutely clear on this: I. WILL. NOT. LEAVE. YOU. BEHIND. Now let's get out of here before the welcoming committee gets catches up to us.:: Phaezeriel fies to the portal and hovers beside it, waiting.
"Yes, you are quite right. Well, have a good morning ladies." he says genially, with a deep bow. "I hope whatever is troubling you is resolved Melody." he says with a warm smile.The white gnome then makes his exit from the room, closing the door behind him.
Wait, i just wanted to say thanks for helping, maybe I can return the favor sometime okay?
after Repp leaves, Melody looks to Ginni and Miss Jones. Okay, lets do this, I'm ready
Tryko'Sam stands there waiting for someone to assume a leadership role in this adventure, given that the body count about doubled.
"So, are we going by foot, or do we have wheels or whatever you folks use in this place?"
>> The thought of young kids fighting-- just doesn't sit right with me, s&@~. What a barbaric place this is. I guess, when in Rome... <<
With a semi-forced smile, he stood there with arms folded on his chest, considering the people he stood with, or was following as they moved.
Lang while meditating attempts to find the spirit of avatar Voltair. but he quickly discovers the passage to the spirit world blocked.
He exits his trance.
my access to my past lives have been blocked. from what I remember reading that means only one of two things, first, I am no longer the Avatar, or two we need to find and enter the inner sanctum of the temple as that would be the only place entry to the spirit world would be possible.
so let me test the first theory. Lang first attempts to air bend creating a blast of air toward the fire bowl in the center.
if that is successful he then empties some water onto the floor from his waterskin and attempts to form the water whip that Dom showed him.
assuming both are successful I can still bend so I am still the Avatar that just leaves option two
"Okay." Ginni sat down facing Melody once again with Miss Jones standing behind her. She seemed much more confident this time as she started out by going over the stuff they already did.
::And then you're going to have to start sifting through 'your' thoughts to make sure that the ones that you gathered are actually all yours. Ones like earlier that are yours but you want to forget you can build a box around, but this time you need to build in some sort of release valve, so you remember once in a while but not all the time.::
Tryko'Sam stands there waiting for someone to assume a leadership role in this adventure, given that the body count about doubled.
"So, are we going by foot, or do we have wheels or whatever you folks use in this place?"
>> The thought of young kids fighting-- just doesn't sit right with me, s#*$. What a barbaric place this is. I guess, when in Rome... <<
With a semi-forced smile, he stood there with arms folded on his chest, considering the people he stood with, or was following as they moved.
"Well, I was assuming we were going on foot since none of us can drive....I could try to summon up some friends who might give us a ride if you would prefer," she said cheerfully.
"Lang! Look! The burning squigglies are all changing!" she said, pointing out that the writing on the bowl had changed from Ignan to Auran when Lang airbended towards the bowl.
"Okay." Ginni sat down facing Melody once again with Miss Jones standing behind her. She seemed much more confident this time as she started out by going over the stuff they already did.
::And then you're going to have to start sifting through 'your' thoughts to make sure that the ones that you gathered are actually all yours. Ones like earlier that are yours but you want to forget you can build a box around, but this time you need to build in some sort of release valve, so you remember once in a while but not all the time.::
** spoiler omitted **
As the group bound to try to negotiate with the shinobi depart from the school, there is a certain peace about the air, in spite the chaotic and deadly happenings a few miles down the hill in the township. The position of the sun in the mid-morning is enough to determine the easterly direction they are to head. The smoke from the town soon is blocked by the light forest into which the group walks.
Midori in particular seems to have trouble with the forest - she always seems to be searching for a place to hide. Kitty in particular knows this behavior - simply seeking to avoid being ambushed, and being able to setup your own ambush if necessary. Standard shinobi stuff. Midori hasn't quite gotten out of those habits in her short time at the school it seems.
The morning is pleasant, for the most part. There is a slight chill, as summer is slowly drawing to a close, but nothing that require even a light jacket. The forest itself is abuzz with activity, animals and insects going about their business, nothing about this threatening in any way. It may be Kitty's natural empathy, simple luck, or perhaps the strength of the gathered people, but no predators find their way to the group. After about an hour or so of the pleasant walk though the forest, the sound of a river rushing slowly begins to build, indicating they are near to their destination.
The treeline breaks about 10 feet or so from the river canyon. The river has cut the earth some twenty feet here, and it is about that far down in a sheer drop to the rushing water. The sun is almost at it's zenith now, being about 11 o'clock or so in the morning, and the river glistens in the sunlight. Some distance to the north, a wooden bridge can be seen that crosses the canyon. The bridge itself is a solid construction, with thick beams that extend the 30 feet of the canyon's width.
The group turns and makes it's way steadily towards the bridge, arriving in a scant few minutes.
"Lang! Look! The burning squigglies are all changing!" she said, pointing out that the writing on the bowl had changed from Ignan to Auran when Lang airbended towards the bowl.
Lang hurries over to take a look.
Thanks Ignace lang says with gratitude
lang attemts to interpret the now readable writing (at least readable to him.)
As the group bound to try to negotiate with the shinobi depart from the school, there is a certain peace about the air, in spite the chaotic and deadly happenings a few miles down the hill in the township. The position of the sun in the mid-morning is enough to determine the easterly direction they are to head. The smoke from the town soon is blocked by the light forest into which the group walks.
Midori in particular seems to have trouble with the forest - she always seems to be searching for a place to hide. Kitty in particular knows this behavior - simply seeking to avoid being ambushed, and being able to setup your own ambush if necessary. Standard shinobi stuff. Midori hasn't quite gotten out of those habits in her short time at the school it seems.
The morning is pleasant, for the most part. There is a slight chill, as summer is slowly drawing to a close, but nothing that require even a light jacket. The forest itself is abuzz with activity, animals and insects going about their business, nothing about this threatening in any way. It may be Kitty's natural empathy, simple luck, or perhaps the strength of the gathered people, but no predators find their way to the group. After about an hour or so of the pleasant walk though the forest, the sound of a river rushing slowly begins to build, indicating they are near to their destination.
The treeline breaks about 10 feet or so from the river canyon. The river has cut the earth some twenty feet here, and it is about that far down in a sheer drop to the rushing water. The sun is almost at it's zenith now, being about 11 o'clock or so in the morning, and the river glistens in the sunlight. Some distance to the north, a wooden bridge can be seen that crosses the canyon. The bridge itself is a solid construction, with thick beams that extend the 15 feet of the canyon's width.
The group turns and makes it's way steadily towards the bridge, arriving in a scant few minutes.
...
Perception Roll:
While walking along with the others, Tryko'Sam apparently ..stayed in the 'back', perhaps to keep his eyes on everyone else, or perhaps just not the sort to want people behind him. Basically-- he didn't strive to be up front for one reason or another.
For the most part, he kept walking along, looking ahead mostly, while saying little but clearly seeming a bit-- ready. Anticipation, or nervousness, unless people actually checked him during the hike, with a sense for his motives, the guess would be, nerves. Thankfully (or not), he didn't talk much.
Phaezeriel finally shakes off the effects of the time hop and lifts out of Fei's arms. His mental voice is very calm, ::Fei, I am good. Thank you.:: Turning to Ehos his thoughts become a little sharper, ::Ehos, there is no need for heroic last stands. I do not know what has gotten into you, but be absolutely clear on this: I. WILL. NOT. LEAVE. YOU. BEHIND. Now let's get out of here before the welcoming committee gets catches up to us.:: Phaezeriel fies to the portal and hovers beside it, waiting.
Ehos had been about to argue, to resist Phaezeriel's insistence that he would not be left behind - when it struck him that he wasn't being brave... he was being selfish. Just because he had f@*@ed everything up didn't mean that people would hate him... just Jaiye.. and Tyrrin. Gods damnit! ::Alright, alright.:: he replies to his demonic friend.
The elf hurries back to the portal, abashed by his realization. He has stopped his magical dance.
Michael seems quite at ease in the forest. It reminded him of home, though the branches weren't the same.
Dave's visual search reveals nothing out of the ordinary for a snow blasted mountain.
Oneiro takes a seat in the snow and reviews his spells again while the group takes a quickbreak.
Kitty seems like she would slow the group down with the way she keeps stopping to talk to animals, but she also seems to be quite adept at catching back up once her conversation is over.
[...]
Another teacher was there, crouched over a tome and deep in conversation with someone... despite the room being empty besides him. Karish knew that feeling, answering to voices or emotions only you could hear or receive, being forced to answer or acquiesce to demands transmitted directly into your mind. She left Vare to his conversation without a question, first retrieving an apple from the icebox then taking a seat not too nearby. Her teeth - black, long, and sharply pointed - didn't look like you'd normally associate with someone who'd enjoy eating fruit, but that didn't seem to stop her. Likewise, despite any of the natural or artificial lighting in the room nor her location in proportion to it, the heavily-scarred woman appeared at all times to be sitting in the dimmest available light, as if draped in a slight perpetual shadow.
Rena was the first to notice the newcomer, as she wasn't focused on a spellbook, as Vare was. She watches curiously, feeling almost drawn to this new person... very strange. "Vare, there is another teacher here." she says quietly, poking his robes with her tail.
On the material plane, it appeared that Vare's robes had shifted slightly, seemingly without provocation - no wind or other force seemed to be acting on him.
"Okay." Ginni sat down facing Melody once again with Miss Jones standing behind her. She seemed much more confident this time as she started out by going over the stuff they already did.
::And then you're going to have to start sifting through 'your' thoughts to make sure that the ones that you gathered are actually all yours. Ones like earlier that are yours but you want to forget you can build a box around, but this time you need to build in some sort of release valve, so you remember once in a while but not all the time.::
** spoiler omitted **
Once they had completed the basics, Ginni turns to Miss Jones.
"What now?"
"Okay." Ginni sat down facing Melody once again with Miss Jones standing behind her. She seemed much more confident this time as she started out by going over the stuff they already did.
::And then you're going to have to start sifting through 'your' thoughts to make sure that the ones that you gathered are actually all yours. Ones like earlier that are yours but you want to forget you can build a box around, but this time you need to build in some sort of release valve, so you remember once in a while but not all the time.::
** spoiler omitted **
Once they had completed the basics, Ginni turns to Miss Jones.
"What now?"
"Now, you need to test it to make sure she's built the barriers correctly. You will need to test them."
"Melody, are you okay with this? It's really the only way to be sure that everything is working like it's supposed to, but only if you're comfortable with it. You'll have an opportunity to see inside my mind somewhat, but....I need to be honest with you. That will make you more vulnerable to any enchantments or telepathy from me in the future. I won't abuse that, but it's only fair to let you know first."
Hew had been keeping an observant eye out. Dispite kitties insight he still always thought there might be danger around the next bend. It was as he was taught as a squire and how he had lived with Zilla.
Zilla on the other hand was too excited to sense nature in her own body. Fluttering around feeling everything she saw. including the group, except micheal who she stays at least two arrows lengths away from.
I guess so. what do i do?
Lang reads the writing out loud.
The sacred flame provides the key. Take a piece of the sacred flame and the door will appear
Lang has a slight look of worry on his face.
I haven't learned to fire bend yet. but it says I need to takes a piece of the fire in the bowl and the door will appear
Lang takes a deep breath I hope that this works.
Lang assumes his stance and tries to move a piece of fire from the bowl to his hand.
at first the flame flickers and bends toward him slightly. but after a few more moments and concentration a small line of flame leaves the bowl to his hand.
Lang stands there, his open palm holding a small flame.
i did it
Vare looks up from his spellbook - which actually appears to be a whole bunch of smaller papers glued together - giving the ringbound book a very 'patchwork' looking appearance. The pages stick out from the edges of the book in a very odd way. If Karish had taken any more than a passing glance though, she would've seen spells written in there, often times across several pieces of different paper stuck together.
After a moment's looking about, Vare does in fact notice the woman seated in the darker area of the room. He smiles and bows his head to his new companion. "Good morning." the young man says evenly. He appears to be no older than twenty-three or so, human. Clean-shaven as he is, his hair is something of a disheveled mop, though it does not appear to be dirty or matted or anything else that would indicate that it is improperly cared for. His brown eyes never seem to focus on Karish. They seem to look in her general area, but never looking her in the face or eyes. It's a bit disconcerting... and perhaps even offensive depending on how sensitive she is to being 'examined'. "I do not believe we've met. I'm Vare, I teach Conjuration and related topics at the school." he says, again evenly... perhaps just a little harshly as well, as if his humour weren't the best at that particular moment. He hasn't stood from his chair, but rather turned in it to look at the other professor.
Dave lands next to the downed monster, he stabs it with his sword arm and takes some of the blood and fills two vials of it.
Oneiro takes a seat in the snow and reviews his spells again while the group takes a quickbreak.
Tyrrin is taking the chance to re-center herself, taking deep breaths and looking about, ensuring they remain as safe as they are. She stays floating a few feet off the ground, knowing that unlike the Fly spell, this current spell will not set her down gently if it becomes dispelled. "It's getting dark..." she notes. Whereas it was morning at Avalon, it seemed to be late evening here. It was not something she was used to, as an Agarthan. Still... this would provide her an advantage.
As the group stands at the bridge looking about for any sign of their quarry, a small metallic clang reaches the ears of Kitty, her squirrels, Hew, and Zilla over the sound of the rushing water. It was definitely the sound of two pieces of metal clashing, striking one another, disturbing the peaceful morning. The sound came from across the bridge, some ways into the forest on the other side.
As the group stands at the bridge looking about for any sign of their quarry, a small metallic clang reaches the ears of Kitty, her squirrels, Hew, and Zilla over the sound of the rushing water. It was definitely the sound of two pieces of metal clashing, striking one another, disturbing the peaceful morning. The sound came from across the bridge, some ways into the forest on the other side.
From behind the group, Tryko'Sam clears his throat and says, "Call me paranoid, but .. I think we might have incoming. I just saw-- a red and orange angelic winged, along with other dark figures moving towards us." He points in the appropriate direction as well.
"Get ready to ..fight?" On that note, he slows his movement a bit, getting ready himself.