"We are not among our people, therefore, the ban on magic does not apply. However, this was to be a one on one duel. If I had known you were going to bring your pet in, I would have brought mine"
Amber
stops munching on popcorn and looks dreamily at Silinrul"Sooo forceful"
Opel
"stop it sister, later you can look over his intestines and really see what hes made of once they have done with him"
She chuckles.
Amber looks at her
"I bet he has a nice spleen"
"Yes. Sir does indeed enjoy the company of females. I have often seen him demonstrate his prowess, while I was performing "Wingman" protocol. He is know throughout our local area of our home planet for his romantical knowledge and ability to satisfie the female gender."
Carl spits his Coffee out and lunges for the Radio to check its off.
Then fall over laughing"Wingman protocol" heeheheeh
"HAHA Arthur now I know what Tinmans groin socket is for, o this is to much"
He just can't stop himself laughing
"Air need Air hhahahahah"
"Oh," she said, letting out a big breath as she felt so relieved by that answer. "I see. So the hitting is not normal. And the hugging is a sometimes thing. Well, I feel a lot better about going to classes now. I was worried since I know I'll be very behind on a lot of basic things. Now it seems much less scary," she said, her cheerful demeanor returning. "I'm sorry that was so difficult. It took me a while to figure out how to explain what I needed to know."
Tryko'Sam nodded and says, "Eh, nothing to apologize for. School-- learning, right? Remember the part about dumb questions being the ones not asked. Glad we could clear it up though."
Leaning in to listen to Rena, Tryko'Sam laughs and says, "That's completely not something to ever mention to anyone in public, ever. Plus the way I used it in that expression, it's a bad thing. Easy there. Clearly I need to watch my language around you two. Sheesh."
"Fine, too bad I specialize in fighting and killing elves." He turns his attention to Ehos, and charges, clawing the elf furiously, landing several nasty blows that bleed profusely.
Since his main favorite enemy is Elves, along with charge, etc, I figure he hits, say two of the four hit via Pounce. Due to the Rend tree, he deals 1d6 bleed per rend attack that hits, so lets say 6 total bleed?
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Vai shakes her head slightly, seemingly taken aback by Anahita's assumption. "Are you suggesting that if she comes back to Avalon - I'm surprised she hasn't yet, if her goal was to destroy - that we not fight her? Violence isn't my preferred path, but I will not allow her to hurt any more of my friends. Even if I have to kill her, or die trying." Vai says, gesturing in a cutting motion, just a little ferociously. Her passion becoming unbridled in that moment as the shy, demure girl slips away to be replaced with this woman so fierce in her convictions.
And then it slowly receeds, with the dragon girl taking deep breaths, regaining her self-control. "Maybe there's... a way to send her back to her own timeline or... something? Nature seeks a balance, that's one of the natural laws of the universe. I mean, look at diffusion - perfect example."
Looking back at Vai, Anahita says plainly, "See, that is the aggression I speak of. I am not doubting you or your resolve, yet you took my words to say that, why? Do you have any reason to doubt I am anything but a companion of this school, which you are a member of? What reason would I have to be against you? This Champion thing? I assure you-- last reason in the world to be a foe of anyone."
She says that with hands spread out, looking at Vai with a frown while speaking, though clearly not insulted as much as, firm in her manner.
"Who do you know that might speak properly to this diffusion as it applies to someone who does not naturally belong /here/? How can that process be reversed? Is it something worth investigating? And most importantly, can it, without the snubbing that occurred before, occurring again?"
Artha fell through the portal and lands aloft the cool, soft grass. The wind blows the tall blades eastward toward the three moons, the largest sitting beautifully on the horizon as a perfect half. He stood up, dusted himself off with a chuckle, and, with a wave of his hand, his crystal throne flew swiftly into the tower that sat in the center of the glade. Artha shut his eyes and teleported to the top of the sapphire stone tower. He looked out over the crenellations, across the mountain peaks that circled the meadow and the leagues of ocean and unexplored islands that lay throughout his massive plane and smiled.
He sat down on the small cushion, assuming the lotus position. His hands were rested on his knees, palm up and his mind was already clear and focused on the message. The energy pulsed through him, amplified by The Spire. It sent visible waves of vibrant color throughout the meadow and beyond, a pulsating aurora covering the landscape. it traveled through the void, and was translated into invisible energy rippling through Avalon. Waves of thought flowing over the entire campus.
"Hello students, faculty. I am Professor Sidd, and I am the new heavy blades teacher. It is a pleasure to be joining you at Avalon Academy. I apologize for interrupting, what I imagine, is an eventful Sunday."He laughs."However, with my class beginning tomorrow, I wanted to remind you all that registration is still open until the end of the class period, all you need to do is show up and I'll take care of making sure you're registered. Be warned, this class will have combat and anyone who wishes to learn the zen art of the blade must be willing to fight. But fighting is not the only thing you shall learn, as the heavy blade will teach balance, timing, power, and precision along with a greater understanding of self."
Images of beautiful blade forms and savage combat flashed through the minds of all who hear his voice. Longswords being wielded with poise, falchions elegantly sweeping through the air and greatswords brutally destroying all in their path.
"The blade is a noble art. I hope to see many of you tomorrow."
The message happens so quickly that it seems like a dream, the students only preoccupied for a few seconds; Artha has been sitting for 2 hours. The colors slowly fade back into nothingness as he opens his eyes.
"Hyperion!!"He calls out. The crystal throne, now devoid of any cover or seat, floats to him through the roof door."Hyperion, we will discover something today. A new island, a small one. I have plans." He grins and takes his place atop the crystal. They race through the air, over te mountains, and finally disappearing into out over the ocean.
He turns his attention to Ehos, and charges, clawing the elf furiously, landing several nasty blows that bleed profusely.
Amber grins,
"now thats what I'm talking about"Pops another but of pop corn in her mouth.
Opel sends her Crystal Dragon overhead to keep tack of the flight from a 3ed point of view,
"Why are you laughing? I do not understand. Nothing that I have said was intended to be humorous."
"AHHAAHHAAH, stop stop your killing me"
"Fine, too bad I specialize in fighting and killing elves." He turns his attention to Ehos, and charges, clawing the elf furiously, landing several nasty blows that bleed profusely.
** spoiler omitted **
Still nothing to see:
Ehos would've cried out in pain as the claws tore through his body, but his bracelet stays on and undamaged, instead he simply opens his mouth. Silinrul was predicting his movements, he couldn't properly dodge - there always seemed to be a claw waiting. So instead of fighting defensively, Ehos charges the rapier with some of his own magical energy, ducks under the next swipe, spinning towards the massive form of their opponent, and he drives home the rapier, embedding it into Silinrul's stomach. His thick skin does nothing to stop the silvered weapon. The wound burns, and Ehos doesn't move to remove the blade, holding on firmly and keeping close to the lycan opponent.
::Now Jaiye!::
Unless forcefully driven away, 'killed' or knocked unconscious, Ehos keeps a tight grip on the rapier, twisting it for extra pain. He knows at this point he's just a distraction, but he plans on making the best of that role. He can feel the blood rushing out of him at a dangerous rate, making the floor around the pair slick.
Leaning in to listen to Rena, Tryko'Sam laughs and says, "That's completely not something to ever mention to anyone in public, ever. Plus the way I used it in that expression, it's a bad thing. Easy there. Clearly I need to watch my language around you two. Sheesh."
Rena giggles in response to that, smiling happily. "I'm not bothered by your way of talking Tryko'Sam. It's part of who you are, right? I just don't always understand, but that's alright too. Like you said, learning."
"Okay, let's go find Bradley!" she says joyfully, practically bounding with energy - some small remainder of the afterglow no doubt.
Unless their companions still have more to say, Rena takes them both by the hand, and they conjure the arrows and make their way towards Bradley.
Looking back at Vai, Anahita says plainly, "See, that is the aggression I speak of. I am not doubting you or your resolve, yet you took my words to say that, why? Do you have any reason to doubt I am anything but a companion of this school, which you are a member of? What reason would I have to be against you? This Champion thing? I assure you-- last reason in the world to be a foe of anyone."
She says that with hands spread out, looking at Vai with a frown while speaking, though clearly not insulted as much as, firm in her manner.
"Who do you know that might speak properly to this diffusion as it applies to someone who does not naturally belong /here/? How can that process be reversed? Is it something worth investigating? And most importantly, can it, without the snubbing that occurred before, occurring again?"
Vai takes a steadying breath, a little unsure of herself right in that moment. "I'm... sorry. I have trouble controlling my temper sometimes. I'm still getting used to these draconic instincts of mine, so I'm sorry if I get snappy sometimes. I... maybe I'm just a bit touchy on the violence subject, since that's the second time in as many days that someone has said that the school preferred to solve problems with violence, which I certainly hope is not true."
"Ephebe. My sister. She's the one to talk to about anything involving time travel or different timelines. She's the Champion of Time after all." Vai says almost instantly regarding the question of who to talk to. That temper from before gone altogether. Anahita can see, especially with what Vai says next, that Vai's mind seems to favour tech talk. "Honestly it's just a hypothesis, Anahita. I have no idea if her presence in this timeline will have any impact at all..."
Surprisingly, while Ehos' blade does wound Silinrul, it does not deal as much damage as he would expect
The Lycan laughs "I am no longer vulnerable to my racial weakness to such weapons while in this form."
Anahita can see, especially with what Vai says next, that Vai's mind seems to favour tech talk.[/i] "Honestly it's just a hypothesis, Anahita. I have no idea if her presence in this timeline will have any impact at all..."
Yrrin upon hearing the message, gets up and reports to the heavy blades room
Opel says when Silinrul points out silver is not a weakness
"I know it, he was to relaxed when the elf came In, now where going to to see a fight"
Amber just says quietly
"Yaaaay"
Lyere makes his way to the alchemy lab, where the arrows indicate Settro is "The headmaster was nice, maybe Settro was right about these humans? Ah, warp, gotta focus on the task at hand" he shakes his head and continues toward the lab
settro is walking to the lab, and is within sight of it. He's walking slow, looking around. He doesn't seem to really notice lyere.
"AHHAAHHAAH, stop stop your killing me"
"I have not yet attempted bodily harm on you. Is it your intention for me to do so? I would need to land the craft before doing so."
You've obviously managed to confuse the poor robot.
As soon as his friend comes within view, he tilts his head in confusion at his demeanor, tapping his Concealing Amorpha tattoo to see if he can sneak up on Settro
Looking again off, as if hearing or seeing various things at the edge of her senses, or something, Anahita returns her gaze to Vai and says, "Everything has a connection to everything else. Even the lightest breeze across the pond's surface creates a ripple which in turn brings change. There is always change, never ending, the degree of which we only limit ourselves to perceiving by our awareness and being. Note how you are now, how even a being beyond the Gods, is changed. Our only part in all this is how we choose, as capable thinking creatures, to react. If we even do think, and not merely respond based on our past."
Having waxed philosophic for a few, Anahita then pauses and says, "I am not certain where, other that this form speaking, those words originate, but a month or so back, I would not be this filled with ... Words, or the desire to speak so much. Fascinating. I appreciate your patience with me."
She then smiled, a hint of loss in her expressive face, waiting on Vai's response while the grass grew more and more spread out where she sat and small creatures who measured their life in less than a day, propagated and scurried about, energized in the rush.
"AHHAAHHAAH, stop stop your killing me""I have not yet attempted bodily harm on you. Is it your intention for me to do so? I would need to land the craft before doing so."
You've obviously managed to confuse the poor robot.
"Stop stop, hahaha,"
Gasping for breath"No it's just, " gasp" you say" gasp" things that" gasp "are just to funny"
He gets back up
"And the fact" takes a drink of coffee
" for all your smarts you don't have a clue your doing it, makes it all the funnier "
Carl seems to have control now.
settro indeed didn't notice. With your perceptions, you may notice his eyes don't really move much at all, giving kinda a here in body but somewhere else in mind look.
Very little occurs as Tyrrin's group continues on their way, but Tybalt and David both notice that Oneiro is becoming nervous. He's breathing faster and he's looking around more often, almost like he's hearing things. When asked, he just mutters something about needing to leave and then runs ahead. When he triggers a trap and becomes pinned under rubble he looses all composure. It doesn't take long for Dave to find the curse placed on him and remove it.
Once calm and free, he explains his bout of claustrophobia can mean only one thing: the book is in the direction they're going. He repeats this when the groups meet up again, and they head back towards it, fighting off more remoras than ever. Finally, at the wing's exit, he suggests everyone uses whatever long-term magic abilities or mental powers they have before leaving the maze. It's good advice...
The cavern they enter is covered in the same material they encountered before, and the spheres embedded in it can only be eggs of the giant remorhaz in the center of the room, easily towering above any the group had seen. The large green gem embedded in it's chest marks it as the Guardian, and it screeches it's battle cry as it lunges forward to attack!
The battle is long and difficult. Even outnumbered the beast holds it's own, and it's only when Tyrrin realizes that it grows stronger anytime a spell or power is used nearby that the tide of battle turns, ending a while later with Dave dropping Jeran from high up and the lycan using the extra momentum to deliver a truly crushing blow. With the beast finished, destroying it's gem is easy.
Finding the book is somewhat harder. It takes hours, and the remorhaz that enter the chamber regularly aren't helping. It's Tybalt that finds the black box from Tyrrin's vision, and Oneiro that feels the power coming from it. This time the book was not, actually, a book, but a box covered with runes and symbols on the inside.
He continues to shadow his friend, keeping an eye on him as his far-off look made him wonder what his friend was thinking 'By Tzeentch, what could you be thinking about so hard to not sense me coming, I don't know whether to laugh or be worried' he thought, momentarily getting the image of his father in all his horrible glory before banishing it from his mind
"Aha!"
he suddenly exclaims.
"That should work, but it could use some testing.... Woo, this will be fun."
he still hasn't noticed lyere, and he's walking at a much more normal pace, straight towards the alchemy lab.
Tyrrin will fulfill her role as healer and ensure that everyone is fully recovered from the ordeal both in spirit and in body, before nodding her approval. "Alright, unless anyone has a particular burning need to stay here, let us return to Pyry and know his judgement. I only have a little magic left after all that, but I should be able to teleport us to him, and then we can all return to Avalon." Tyrrin breathes out, muscles sore. Never had she fought such an intense battle.
He gets startled by Settro's outburst, more curious than anything else, he follows him to the lab to see what he's planning
'Still hasn't noticed, oh well, maybe being distracted is a good thing' he grins slightly, shaking his head before watching his friend once again
Dave collects the fragments of the gem in a bag and says "I'm good, I kinda want to get back"
settro rushes around in the lab, grabbing this and that, and pulling some things out of pockets in his garments, and setting them all on a table. He looked at you a few times, but still seemed to pay you no heed. He plucks four of his feathers out, and places them with the other objects, before continuing to rush about the lab.
Looking again off, as if hearing or seeing various things at the edge of her senses, or something, Anahita returns her gaze to Vai and says, "Everything has a connection to everything else. Even the lightest breeze across the pond's surface creates a ripple which in turn brings change. There is always change, never ending, the degree of which we only limit ourselves to perceiving by our awareness and being. Note how you are now, how even a being beyond the Gods, is changed. Our only part in all this is how we choose, as capable thinking creatures, to react. If we even do think, and not merely respond based on our past."
Having waxed philosophic for a few, Anahita then pauses and says, "I am not certain where, other that this form speaking, those words originate, but a month or so back, I would not be this filled with ... Words, or the desire to speak so much. Fascinating. I appreciate your patience with me."
She then smiled, a hint of loss in her expressive face, waiting on Vai's response while the grass grew more and more spread out where she sat and small creatures who measured their life in less than a day, propagated and scurried about, energized in the rush.
"Er.." Vai says while Anahita is in full philosophical swing, but falls quiet again, not wanting to interrupt. She gives the Champion of Life an approving smile after she's done 'waxing'. "I know... sorry. I meant to say that I'm not sure if she'll distrub our temporal plane such that the inbalance will be noticable. Is that a better explanation?"
"So, what changed in the past month that you... are more full with words?" Vai asks carefully, mimicing Anahita's vocabulary to ensure she didn't get any terminology wrong. "I mean, is it a problem? Did you make the choice, as you say, or was it forced on you?" Vai asks - she knew very well the differentiation between the two, but they way she was describing it... it sounded like some new power had emerged for the Champion of Life.
Tybalt is breathing heavily and his fur stands on end.
His shirt is torn and stained with a bit of purple blood where one got him in between invisibities.
He wasn't very useful without magic during the main fight and avoided combat during the second while invisibly searching for the box, after having barricades of ice prove ineffective against the fire bugs.
"So is everyone OK? Dave Onei Jeran Tyrinn Ghalen?"
"I can get us teleported back but if Pyry comes, I don't have enough power to move that many people. I can get us to him but the track back to the drop point still has to happen. We also never found any rabbits." :/
He holds his side with wince.
settro rushes around in the lab, grabbing this and that, and pulling some things out of pockets in his garments, and setting them all on a table. He looked at you a few times, but still seemed to pay you no heed. He plucks four of his feathers out, and places them with the other objects, before continuing to rush about the lab.
He continues to watch, locking eyes with his friend when his gaze passes over his invisible form before he leans against the wall near the doorway
"Alright, who are you and why are you watching me."
settro says after a while, not looking up from his work.
As they enter the chamber and see the giant remorhaz, Ghalen keeps it occupied by taking his dragon form...that of a huge red dragon. His armor melds with him and becomes barding, looking like a dragon that had girded itself for battle. He fights ferociously, using tooth and claw and breath, while the others find a more permanant solution, ultimately dropping Jeran on the creature to rend him. After the fight, Ghalen and his armor reverts to his human form, and he collapses. Tyrrin will discover he's merely exhausted, and can get him back on his feet quickly. When restored, he seems slightly embarrased at having to be tended to by his Lady, but it passes quickly.
After the artifact is found...
"I agree we should check on Pyry, then leave this place."
Lyere deactivates the tattoo, stepping away from the wall "Relax my friend, it's only me, I was seeing how well I could shadow you" he says this with a soft chuckle, knowing how well it went "what are you working on?"
Lyere deactivates the tattoo, stepping away from the wall "Relax my friend, it's only me, I was seeing how well I could shadow you" he says this with a soft chuckle, knowing how well it went "what are you working on?"
he looks you over.
"Umm.... You're.... Oh! Yeah, hi lyere. Good to see you again. Didn't recognize you. I saw you when you followed me into the room, but i couldn't tell you apart from any other human or elf, the blur obscuring you and all."
"I think we're all gonna be alright, Tybalt." Oneiro answers, sitting down and resting. "you okay though? Looks like you got snagged."
"The disguise is good, I may or may not have scared the headmaster a little when I showed my teeth. Anyway, what are you working on there Settro?" he activates his Wallwalker tattoo's on his legs, stepping on the wall with practiced ease and walking up to the ceiling in order to test it
"Attempting to duplicate my wings with a Fleshcrafting poison. I can do wings simple to mine, but the range of motion is much less them mine."
his wings wrap around his body, each under one arm, across the chest, and under the base of the other wing.
"See? My wings are much more flexible then they should be. Except when I'm flying, then they stiffen enough that i can fly properly."
"That would be helpful to other people if they wanted to fly, your wings are very flexible" he thinks for a moment "Settro, could you undo this for now? I'd feel more comfortable in my own feathers rather then as my old self. Too many bad memories and all"
"Yeah, sure."
he dispels magic on you, (auto-success on own spells) and the few other students in the lab recoil. Oddly, they seem more upset with settro then they are unnerved by you. Settro seems blissfully unaware of the gazes he is attracting.
"Oh, i understand the bad memories part. Mine are haunting enough that people looking through divinations can see them when they look at me.'
He stretches, yawning and showing his gleaming dagger-like teeth as his wings spread out "Ah much better, thank you Settro" he taps the tattoo holding his staff to bring it into his grasp before jumping down from the ceiling and flapping his wings to hover before touching the ground.
"Ya. Fire beasties hurt. I don't have anything I could do about it on my own, but I didn't want to bother anyone about it."
He admits, somewhat ashamed of needing something from someone.
Going along with Rena and Asha, Tryko'Sam does seem lost in his thoughts.
the stares die down a little, after not getting a negative reaction from lyere to the transformation.
"I agree. Much better."
he starts grinding some materials, carefully mixing them in with others.
He grins, folding his wings on his back as he walks over to his friend, observing the potion-making. "Thank you my friend, do you need assistance making the potion?"
"Actually, yes."
before lyere knows it, settro's tail has plucked a few feathers from one of lyere's wings.
"These should be of use."
"Ya. Fire beasties hurt. I don't have anything I could do about it on my own, but I didn't want to bother anyone about it."
He admits, somewhat ashamed of needing something from someone.
"Well, we've still got Skeets for healing, right? He can heal you as we walk."