Kemnebi steps back and weaves a pattern of his own. He sends forth his own flurry of force missiles screeching into his own target,...
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Kemnebi nods at the dwarf's words. Then his eyes go wide at the gnolls sudden increase in speed. For a moment he looks once more the wide eyed youth you first met. "Gotta slow 'em down! One Fireball coming up!" Kemnebi howls into the wind. He traces patterns in the air with his wand, and pulls out a small sticky ball of something black. As he works he cries to his companions.
Kemnebi bares his teeth in an almost feral snarl. He just found something to take out his recent stress ans tension on. The feline magus dashes forward to keep up with Lllivinoc. He pulls his wand of rainbow stunning from his sleeve, intending to clear the path for his more martially adept companions.
Kemnebi looks,... lost, until Fox speaks up. His face lights with sudden, intensity. "Right behind you!" He calls out eagerly as he tugs up his robes to hasten after Llivenoc.
I should have access to Inete, what I probably won't have is much time. But I will try to check in as often as possible. Sorry for any inconvenience. Thank you for understanding! See you all back soon, and Happy 4th! :)
Kemnebi shivers a little. "Brr. Nippy." He murmurs as the wind ruffles his fur. The panic of the last few hours finally gone, he has time to go into shock, or at least go numb for a bit while he digests all that he saw, and felt. He stares at nothing, looking over the ground level clouds and the barely visible village in the distance. All of the things he saw,... all of the power he witnessed, that he felt,... gods versus gods, titans vs demigods,... where will it end? HOW will it end? And what must mere mortals do to affect such a battle,... or to survive it? IS he as willing to do 'anything' as he thought he was?,... With a slight shiver he blinks back to awareness of his surroundings.
YAY! he's back! :)
No worries Vale! See you when you get it fixed! :) I'll pass it on to the Dresden Thread.
'Th,.. Thanks Astinos. I needed that,...' Kemnebi manages to stutter through the link. But he coughs and hacks like a large cat trying to hack up an enormous furball. His arms are trembling, trying to hold on to both the rock and Neb at the same time. 'Can't,... Breathe. Can't,... Cast,... like,... this,...' His mental voice doesn't sound like his usual excitable self. He sounds almost, perturbed. 'Focus,... CON-CEN-TRATE!' Comes clearly through the link. You realize he is probably talking to himself,...
Kemnebi's smile falters as the lurching rock spoils his gestures. The image of the appearing hippogriff sparks and fades. "Well. THAT'S not good!" He coughs as he hangs on to the bouncing rock for all he's worth. 'Well guys, there goes my plan 'D'. I'm up to plan 'E' now.' Kemnebi sends through the link, then the rock hurtles into the sky. He stares at the ongoing battle above and around them. 'Um,... Make that Plan 'F'. For 'FUBAR'd!' He absentmindedly pets Hathor, clinging to his shoulder with all her might. Then places one gloved claw on the centipede/necklace around his throat. 'Any chance you can call us a ride? Otherwise it's going to be a short but interesting trip!?!' He asks his little insect companion. When the byotch with the bone appears, Kemnebi is beyond all attemptas at calm or teenage cool. "Oh. My,... goddess,..."
Kemnebi stares at the apparition, his eyes growing wide with fright, or something worse,...
'I can cover myself. And maybe take another. If I'm lucky, Aahz, you know a lot of tricks, I don't suppose you can fly can you?' He asks hopefully into the link.
'This is NOT good! We're gonna pop out of the top like a cork onna bottle of bubbly wine!' Kemnebi shouts into the mindlink. 'The fall isn't what bothers me, It's the sudden stop at the end!' He adds wryly. He slaps his left hand onto the flying rock, his gloves claws gripping even the stone as he digs out a small tied pouch with his other. He shouts arcane syllables almost lost in the wind of their passage, and a pin on his cloak flashes. A hippogriff appears in front of him, legs spread on the platform. 'Grab ahold! Before this thing flips! He can't carry all of you, but he should be able to carry a couple. Maybe even glide with three!'
Kemnebi steps lightly from side-to-side as the platform shakes.
The young cat-mage stares at the now ginormous goddess. "HOLY Molee!" He cries aloud, with a hint of a smirk. "MAybe all goddesses aren't all bad." He muses,...
"Time to get serious." Kemnebi is heard to mutter aloud, then he starts to glow with a golden light. The glow is obviously a holy radiance, but the youthful cat-man seems perturbed by the presence of the holy glow, rather than reveling in it. He focuses his irritation on the nearest undead. "Al right Bast, you demanding wench, let's do some damage!" He hisses, and holds out both arms. From each a golden beam springs out, reaching for the nearest undead monstrosity,...
As the rays flicker and die, the golden radiance fades from around Kemnebi.
'Halberd. Right!' Kemnebi sends back, swiftly scanning the areas for any sign of the item,...
"Undead Flambe', coming up!" Kemnebi cries with almost childish glee. With a quick flurry of well-practiced gestures, he sends a ball of flame after the fleeing undead,...
As the dark elf leaps forward, Kemnebi jumps himself, spiting a string of mystic syllables and slapping a hand on Llivenoc's shoulder as he dashes past. "Hey Llivenoc! Take a flying leap! Seriously!" He calls after the fleet-footed elf. 'Tis a fly spell! Go save her! We'll deal with these corpses with delusions of afterlife!' He ads through the mental link as he moves into position next to Fox and nebibit.
'Wha? No, No grease, I can stun them with a rainbow spell at close range (Color spray) I can do that all day, I have a wand. I can make Llevinoc Fly if he'll stand still long enough for me to cast it! I can conjure monsters to aid in the fight, Or I can keep blasting individuals,...'
"Aw,... meeouch!" Kemnebi mutters as he scans the area with his senses. ALL his senses. He closes his eyes and rubs them as if they burn. 'FOX!, Nebibit!' He shouts into the mental link. 'The main battle of magical wills and ritual seems to be between the dark elf and the lizard mage! The dark elf is winning. The master vampire is loosing slightly to the Hive Master, but they are nearly equal. Something outside human perception is stirring in the lava below; the magic from it is enormous. The focus of the snake god apparition is totally on the goddess, she to resisting his will. The snake ritual is to drain her will so the snake god can consume her totally. She is loosing and I doubt she can stand this for much longer. Judging by the corona that has not yet quite engulfed her; it is about 70 percent.' 'The snakemen! Focus on the snakemen! If we stop their ritual we give the goddess and ourselves more time!' Hed cries mentally, fishing in his robes for spell components.
",...Wow,..." Kemnebi's eyes, (that you didn't think could get any wider than they did when he was briefly reunited with June) are saucer sized now, giving him the look of a kitten playing dress up. He looks around, abominations on one side, snake creatures on the other, vampires ahead, and dark elves and demons straight across. He blinks and takes deep breath, smelling the power here. He bares his teeth in a feral grin. 'This is wrong! So much power! And some so vilely conjured,... it shouldn't be able to all coexist! It's the very definition of 'chaos'. We might not have to defeat all of these creatures,... If we disrupt the casting of the right group or groups, the feedback should destroy the others. IF we disrupt the wrong ones, the feedback could backfire on us! Which ones,..?'
His feral grin turns almost disturbing as he feels the coils of power manifesting around him. His thoughts leak through,... 'So much power, must be careful. The Taint,... but you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs,...'
Hope I am not burning my good rolls early.
I'll get the cat up to speed. :/
Ohmygosh, I'm so !@#$%-in flustered with the start of the new year this thread almost completely fell off my radar! Sorry! Um, Happy New Year?! :D
Yeah, sorry for my delays. Been crazy stoopid busy over here. Unfortunately there's sick family as well as work.
No worries Vale, just the time of year I think! ;)
"MeeeYOW! Time to go! Come on Fox! Neb! RUN!" Kemnebi shouts as he tugs at the ladies sleeves, and then throws himself full tilt forward. 'Nowhere to go but forward!' He thinks (aloud in the link) as he does his best to run and dodge the debris,...
'Fox! I can't see the leaders. DO you think they're up there on the platform? maybe if we take out the supports holding it up?'
Kemnebi looks around, but the huge scale of the place, and the minor distraction of ALL the chanting snake-mages, makes it impossible for him to see who, or what, might be the leader. 'I don't see, I don't where the leader is in all of this. But If Llivenoc needs to get up there, then let's find a way to get him there!'
[/ooc]Rounds.[/ooc] Kemnebi reels drunkenly as the world spins around him. No, wait, the world isn't spinning. It's done now. It's only him that's spinning. He plants his staff on the ground to prevent him from completely falling over. "Whoa. Did anyone get the number of that carriage?" he quips bravely (and slurrily) as he tries to focus his blurry eyes. "WHoa! Oz! Trying to move you is like trying to move a mountain! That is seriously wicked cool!" Kemnebi grins as he starts to get his bearings. Then he notices that his back is to where they have been trying to get to. he quickly turns around (and almost falls down again) and peeks in the door way over Fox's shoulder. "Oh. Wow. That is a LOT of casters. And snakes. WHY did it have to be snakes!?!" He grumbles groggily. "Necromantic energy out the keister. Very dangerous. You go first." He says to Fox straight-faced.
"Um,... I'm fresh out of spells that can be measured in megatons. Do YOU have any bright ideas Fox?"
Caught by surprise, the young feline magus' eyes go wide in shock, and not a little bit of fear. But not terror. Not yet. He's saving THAT for when he's certain everything has gone pear-shaped,... Quick as a, well, cat, Kemnebi grabs a hold of the mystic forces as they start to backfire on him. With a strong voice he repeats his chant, commanding it to yield to his will. Then his eyes flash with cunning, and instead of forcing the energies to yield, (something even the impetuous youth realizes is futile), he begins to coerce. One by one, he takes the energy from the linked thoughts of his companions, and their nearly indomitable will, and shapes it INTO the energy of the spell. Sweat running down his furry face, he grins almost manically. He is enjoying this challenge! "Let's see how you like it,..." He growls to his invisible adversary,...
Kemnebi closes his eyes to better focus on the mental image from Aahz. 'Perfect! Thanks Aahz! Stand by Llivinoc! There may be a alight tingling in your extremities,...' Kemnebi begins casting with his eyes still closed. He deftly dips his gloved hand into a belt pouch and sprinkles a dust into the air. His every motion is swift, sure and precise. As he speaks the last word it hangs in the air, not quite fading, as if waiting expectantly. The feline mage opens his eyes with the grin of one who knows he has done something right. "Aaaand, Presto!" He says with a ginormous grin that reveals almost all of his feline teeth. There is a swirl of displaced air, an almost inaudible 'pop', and a brief flash,...
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"Working on it!" Kemnebi shouts back out loud as well, looking for another target,... In the mindlink;...'Aahz! How did you,...?!? Nevermind! Good job! Give me a picture of your location! I'm going to magically trade you with Llivenoc!'
Bolstered by the earlier, unexpected, successes of his spells, Kemnebi puffs up his chest a little, and casually sends another barrage of mystic bolts into one of the remaining snake-men. "And don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from!" He shouts as the bolts smash into the abomination.
Kemnabi blinks, looks at his hand, and back to the now-humanoid-sized abomination. He grins like the cat that just ate the canary.
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