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Post by Fang on Oct 29, 2015 2:48:24 GMT
The border that marked Etirath was unclear, and Wake had no idea when he had actually entered the realm. The trees looked the same, the grass still grew from the ground in the same clumps around dappled sunshine, and Wake still had no idea where he was actually going. Not that it bothered him much. Certainly at some point he would reach civilization and find an opponent to hone his skills, and hopefully a bite to eat. As it stood he was surviving off of questionable mushrooms that may or may not have been the cause of the more vivid colors he saw in the forest and some cured rabbit meat he had trapped several days past.
He had hoped to have found a small village to earn a meal or two before he found his way to the heart of the enormous country, but so far he had wandered aimlessly in the woods without any idea of direction. He would never admit it, but he was hopelessly lost. What was worse was the feeling that he was being watched. Normally he would be able to ferret out the culprit whose presence he sensed, but somehow he seemed to have failed at it. All he found when turning back and looking for evidence were the tracks of some large feline. However, he knew that all he had to do was wait and the culprit would make themselves known. Then Wake would fight them and end the pursuit.
After several hours of more aimless wandering through the seemingly eternal forest the young man sat down and pulled the last vestiges of his meager supply of food from his pack. He eyed the clothing in hs bag apprehensively as he chewed upon the tough meat and wondered if he should change. The blue clothing he was wearing had grown dirty from his wandering, but the other items in his bag were not much better. One by one he pulled the clothes from within and set them on the ground, sniffing each before setting them down with a shake of his head.
The black set seemed to be the least dirty, and thankfully the least odorous, but they also sported a few new tears that he couldn't remember the cause of. The white clothing was horribly stained but still boasted less stench than those that he wore. Why there were no streams for him to clean his clothing in was only an added irritance to the already dissatisfied mood. Finally, after swallowing the last bit of meat he had left, Wake simply stripped off his tunic and coat and stuffed them into the bag. There was nothing to be done about the worn down shows, and he had to keep at least a modicum of dignity should he find civilization.
Just as Wake was about to continue his travels a large beast emerged from the bush to his right with barely a sound, its padded feet silently carrying it to within a stone's throw of the stinking man. Luckily for wake a single, small twig snapped beneath the weight of the great lion. Instinctively he launched himself backwards from the sound, only realizing what the threat was after landing a safer distance away. The lion was strangely colored, more of a dull black than tawny as most of the cats he had seen before, and the foam at its mouth and hunger in its eyes was enough to warn Wake what its intentions were.
As the lion charged Wake turned and fled, tearing through the brush with wild abandon. Suddenly, as if remembering he forgot his meal in where he had stood, Wake turned and struck the beast on the snout as it lunged towards him with a gaping maw. The blow was powerful, enough to move the beast back a few feet as it shook its head. Unfortunately it only served to make the creature more angry, and its hungry eyes turned red as a result. The fell beast jumped into the air as Wake prepared himself to the onslaught. His center of gravity dropped as he bent his knees an a sharpness entered his eyes that had been absent earlier. With the shadow of the beast looming over him Wake seemed to transform into another man, one who perhaps had what it took to defeat such a monster.
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Post by Maur on Oct 29, 2015 4:09:17 GMT
Gurath didn't know why he always found himself so far from civilization, it seemed to him that everytime he found an inhabited area, he was thrown from it, whether it was by his own subconscious, the dwellers of the land, or some other force, the presence of which he was not aware.
This seven foot six mountain of a man-thing made heavy foot falls as he traversed the forest floor, his weight only supplemented by that of an elk which was being carried over his shoulder, it's gaping dead jaw dripping blood onto the forest floor as it was knocked about by the half-breeds thundering steps. For a moment he hoped that no wilder beasts could smell the scent of their docile kin's life fluid.
He could handle them.
No travellers or humans of any kind were seen by the Executioner as he delved deeper into the forest, looking for a potential camp area. He had thought he found a suitable place, a large tree had fallen and become wet with a recent rain. A fire could be built close to it with little fear, and then branches could be used to form a primitive structure, before any of this could be done however, before he could even put down his deer in fact, he heard a sharp twang. That of a twig breaking, off in the forest, followed by the roar of a beast, Gurath didn't know what compelled him to sprint towards the noise, but with his massive stride it did not take long to reach.
As he peered through the trees, Gurath saw a man, dirtier and wearier than even he, this man had undoubtedly travelled many miles, perhaps he could tell some interesting tales, this enough was reason for Gurath to act, seeing as how the man was cornered by a large beast, which the half-giant was currently standing behind, and he wanted to hear some stories today.
"Ha ha!" Gurath called out in a deep and raspy tone as he lifted the fauna easily from his shoulder, and then deflty launched the animal into the air, it came crashing down on top of the feral beast as it leaped and caused the dark figure fall to the side, stumbling and sliding as it careened into a tree. Now both warriors were on the recieving end of the beast, and Gurath emerged swords drawn to face it.
"You seemed a bit outmatched." The half-breed, known to some as the Executioner spoke from behind his thick helmet, hoping that this man would be grateful for the help he provided, and if not, at least pretended to be.
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Post by Fang on Oct 29, 2015 5:16:43 GMT
Green irises met crimson orbs as adrenaline coursed through Wake's veins at the impressive leap the lion made to disembowel hi on the spot. His training took over, geared though it was to fighting men rather than monsters, and he forced his body to remain still and attempted focus his mind to divert the creature's momentum without falling afoul of those massive claws. The opportunity never came, though, as something furry rained down from the sky with an accompanying booming laugh that chilled Wake to the marrow.
The lion was bowled to the side by what appeared to be a slain deer, but Wake's attention had diverted to the massive man who clambered through the brush with his blades drawn and approached him. First Wake shifted his weight to circumvent the mountain of a man and attempt a getaway so that the two behemoths could fight their battle, but the man spoke as he neared Wake and stopped him from moving with his explanation. In Sarina Wake would have mistaken the words as a judgement of his abilities, but in this foreign land he could only be thankful that someone had the empathy not to watch as he was killed due to some mistake or another. Two heads were better than losing yours, or something like that. Wake had never been very good with colloquialisms.
He nodded to the helmeted man and turned his attention back to the task at hand, deciding that the time for words was best left for after the murderous beast was not regaining its footing. It roared into the trunks of the forest around the two men, the sound echoing a thousand fold between the trees and reverberating throughout his very soul. With a savage cry to rival that of the lion Wake leapt toward it, hoping the man behind him had enough combat expertise not to accidentally behead him with his massive blade, and twisted in the soil to dart to the creature's left side. His mind was in chaos, dispelling any hope of the use of his single trump card against something so large, and so he had to hope that his physical strength would be enough to at least knock the monster from its feet.
Pulling both hands to his chest Wake focused on a single point of the lion's dusky hide and threw all of his strength at it with open palms. He felt his hands connect with surprisingly soft fur and something hard beneath it give way as it cracked against the sudden pressure he had exerted against the massive foe. As he had hoped, the beast's weight was too great for a sharp, powerful blow to shift immediately, and the rib cage beneath could not stand up to an attack not found in the wilds. Just as the power of the blow began to bowl the lion over once more, though considerably less the distance the thrown deer had provided, Wake shifted his weight backwards and darted away, hoping that the large man would take the opportunity to use the length of the blade to remove the lion's head from its neck.
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Post by Maur on Oct 29, 2015 16:18:29 GMT
The little man had wounded and dazed the great creature, something Gurath thought unlikely from his stature, who was this person? and where did he hail from? He had no time for such digression of thoughts, the beast was already stirring, as the man darted away from the beast Gurath saw his opening, tossing aside one of his blades and raising the crescent-cleaver with both arms over his head. Rushing forwards Gurath brought the weapon down a perfect angle to remove the majestic being's head from it's shoulder. Unfortunately for Gurath, that never happened, the beast had regained it's composure and sprang upright before the blade embedded itself in soft earth, it was intended to be a powerful blow, the blade sank deep into the dirt, even with his own strength Gurath knew he had not the time to remove it. The creature had danced back slightly, but it was still quite close and dove for Gurath before he could even remove his large mitts from the blade. The beast must have meant to either knock him back or clamp down around his throat, either way it ended up within range of the half-breed's helmet, seeing this Gurath brought his head back and then forwards, swiftly and vicously he made contact, and a sharp crack could be heard as struck the monster's upper chest. Something gave way when he had delivered that blow, the beast fell backwards and landed on it's back, breathing yet unmoving, it must have been stunned by the power of his blow.
Thinking quickly Gurath pulled Jabby from his belt and tossed it to his companion, he then circled around the beast and moved to lift it, it lashed out at him clamping down on his forearm, shearing through flesh with it's powerful jaws, the Giant's eyes widened but he made no other noise or show of pain, it must have appeared to the man as if he did not feel it at all.
The creature had a firm grip, there was no way he could pry it off with one hand, so Gurath proceeded with his original plan, grabbing the beast by it's mane he lifted it with both arms, presented his side to the man and held out the great beast as far as he could.
"Use Jabby! one quick strike!"
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Post by Fang on Oct 30, 2015 9:31:43 GMT
The enormous man took the opportunity that Wake had provided him, but things did not quite work out as Wake had intended. His blow was not powerful enough to keep the lion off balance for long, and it quickly regained its footing as the helmeted man attempted a decapitating blow with his giant's blade. Instead of biting flesh and spraying blood the blade found air and soil, seemingly stuck fast in the ground from the power of the big man's attack.
With his blade rendered useless Wake thought the man finished and prepared to dive into the fray once more and distract the beast as he freed it, however the stranger seemed to decide that he would be best served attacking the beast with his bare hands. The two behemoths struggled and Wake looked on, helpless for several seconds before the blade came hurling from the combatant's hand toward him with the permission to use it issuing from his lips. At least, Wake assumed "Jabby" was in reference to the short sword.
It had been years since Wake had touched a blade with the intent to kill, and when he caught the weapon it almost seemed to scald him at its touch. A shock wave ran through his body and he threw it to the ground in sudden surprise only to pick it back up again before its owner could register that he had so disrespected his weapon. With a soul steadying breath Wake advanced upon the entangled beasts, for what else could such a large man holding his own against the massive lion be seen as? Moving with the flow of their tussle he reached into the fray, and with a massive two handed swing Wake brought the flat of the blade down upon the dark lion's nose.
The effect on both Wake and the beast was immediate. Wake dropped the blade as the lion let go of the other man's arm and rear back on its hind legs. Wake's hands vibrated from the blow, but he immediately jumped towards the lion with his hands waving about in the air like a madman. He shouted at the lion in a raspy attempt at a roar similar to his first. The feline marauder crashed back to all four feet and tilted its head at the tiny prey it had been so eager to eat, even going so far as to back track a few steps as he approached. Without warning the cat's eyes lost their crimson glow and it turned to the forest around it, releasing one final roar and twitching its tail before heading back into the trees it came from.
Wake began to shake as he lowered his arms slowly and turned to the man who had attempted to save his life.
"Was that the biggest pussy cat you have ever seen, or are those normal around here?" he asked in a shaky voice, surprised at how swiftly his adrenaline left him drained.
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Post by Leb on Oct 30, 2015 16:46:16 GMT
Loretta ventured deep into the woodland area just beyond her home. She desperately searched for something as she rushed past underbrush and trees. She didn't notice the wear and tears that formed about her red skirt and ivory blouse, nor did she care. She needed to find her. Why would she run off? She had only turned away for a moment and she was gone the next! She had stopped after some time and leaned against one of the many oak trees gasping to catch her breath. Her tanned cheeks tinged with a heated pink as hands fumbled with the strings of her black vest. It was on too tight and she could hardly breathe! After she loosened it some, she gathered her wits now that she was no longer running wild in the forest. She had tracked the footsteps as they lead away and into the forested area they had both came out of not too long ago. But why would she leave? And to slip away without saying a goodbye too! She pondered the child's reasoning but couldn't for the life of her figure it out.
"Cassarus.."
She mumbled her name to herself, worry etched deeply into her brow. She needed to keep going, She couldn't have gotten too far. She- A roar from ahead had stopped Loretta in her tracks. A large black beast had passed her and walked with a purpose towards a man in dirty clothing. Loretta clasped a hand over her gaping mouth when the lifeless body of a deer had fallen from the sky and landed perfectly onto the lion and knocked it away from the man. She hid behind the trunk of the tree in fear and cowered more so when a giant man entered the fray. The lion roared towards her direction, in which Loretta had become petrified to the spot hugging the tree for dear life. The shorter man had struck its side with a blow and darted away outside of the lion's range. The giant of a man charged the creature with his sword only to miss it as the lion moved away and leaped to tear away his throat only for teeth to meet massive arm flesh. It didn't seem to bother the man yet bothered Loretta at the sight of the flowing blood. A sword had been tossed and the brunette haired man smacked the lion's muzzle which led to him dropping the reverberating sword and the lion backing off. He had then began to yell at it waving his arms to have it back away, the lion did so and instead of attacking them, turned about with a last roar and ran straight for her. She quickly let go of the tree she hid behind to run away only to yelp in surprise when both the lion had passed her whilst she fell back after her foot was caught by a raised root. She landed flat on her back in one messy heap. She stared up at the two nervously and did the only thing she could think of. She greeted them. Stupid girl..
"...H-hello."
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Post by Maur on Oct 31, 2015 1:49:26 GMT
When the beast had released his arm it did not do so easily, Gurath's flesh was sheared and blood poured from the gaping wound on his forearm. The man tried to scare the creature off with wild flailing, Gurath found this humorous at first as one of his massive hands closed over the open would in an attempt to limit blood loss, hopefully he could seek some more proffessional medical treatment in the future, but in the wilds this was not an immediate option. He'd simply have to suffer through whatever the injury brought like he had suffered through many before, his scarred body could attest to the half-breed's survivability.
The man had, somehow, managed to scare the massive predator from their presence, how he had achieved this Gurath had no clue, perhaps confidence was more powerful than he gave it credit for, or perhaps idiocy was, either way this man had to have both to pull a stunt like that at his size. After the lion had dashed away into the brush, the man turned to Gurath and proposed a suspicous inquiry, Gurath did not usually make 'small talk' as they called it, he had always wondered why they referred to sound as 'small' it didn't take up any space, it wasn't a thing that took space, why did they need to differentiate small from large? The giant however didn't have the words in his vocabulary to express such a though clearly, and simply settled for:
"I've fought bigger."
Not intending to answer or ignore the question, this was the reply the giant went with, and he was satisfied with it. Having no further words being spoken Gurath strode over to his embedded blade, looked down on it whilst clutching his wound, and laughed. When he had finished with his little chuckle the large man turned his head to the smaller one, without shifting his mountainous frame, large eyes and a mouth from ear to ear were concealed beneath his dull gray helmet as he asked. "Could you lend me a hand?"
Before the man could react however, a peculiar thing happened, a soft was heard and Gurath let his eyes drift upwards from the blade to where a woman lay, she greeted the two of them, and Gurath replied with a small wave from his uninjured hand, he thought this sufficient.
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Post by Fang on Oct 31, 2015 6:35:35 GMT
No sooner than Wake had uttered his words did the last of the mushrooms he had eaten before the lion had made its attack took effect. The already vivid colors began to grow brighter and the scarlet flow from the other man's arm seemed to bathe him in its glow. As if from a distance he heard the man's reply echo from his helmet closely followed by a request to extract his blade. Wake nodded silently as he wondered if he had somehow been poisoned, but the thought melted away along with the colors of the objects around him. The world became abstract as he made his way to the buried crescent sword.
A muffled thump followed by a greeting caused Wake to whirl about as if stung on the bottom. The voice of a woman called out to him, scattering his senses further as his eyes finally spotted the disheveled girl. Without control his eyes naturally wandered to her bosom, and within a few heartbeats he was at the woman's side with his hand held out to her. In his world of swirling colors she was a vivid expression of loveliness, her curves sharp against the backdrop of kaleidoscopic hues.
"Why hello, Lady. My name is Wake Trekker. A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he greeted the vision as he took her hand, too impatient to wait for her to take his. Gently he brushed his lips across the back of her hand and pulled her to her feet, taking the opportunity to memorize her curves as best he could. The corset she wore accented those curves impressively, and it took only a few seconds before the colors around her took on a new focus.
Wake saw himself surrounded by women, each a perfect replica of the angel that had fallen into the small clearing with him. A massive grin spread across his face as they twirled and teased him, and after he could take no more he chased one of these hallucinations around the glen. Several laps later he had caught one of the illusions and was taking his time to, as he saw it, seduce her.
Had he been able to see himself in that moment of ecstasy he might have been mortified. He had run around the clearing with a goofy grin, it is true, but what he did when he caught the woman he saw would have made even a shameless man turn red. What made it worse was that the man who had fought alongside him against the lion was the true receiver of his attentions, groping hands running along the helmeted man's sternum for several seconds before the illusion apparently escaped him once more and he made to dart after it.
This would be the day that Wake learned one of the most important lessons in his life. Never eat mushrooms you do not recognize.
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Post by Leb on Oct 31, 2015 8:11:02 GMT
As she was, Loretta could see the brunette making his way to extract the embedded sword until he whirled around and much like a panther, pounced upon the girl. He knelt beside her with a hand held out to her as she moved to sit up rather than lie vulnerable in the open grass area. His green eyes seemed to be unfocused yet stare at something below. Probably at the poor state her clothing was found in with all the dirt and tears in it. Before she could have accepted his hand, he grasped her hand and pulled it to him. Soft lips pressed against the skin on the back of her hand was enough to warm her cheeks a bit.
"Why hello, Lady. My name is Wake Trekker. A pleasure to make your acquaintance," She smiled in greeting.
And just like any other gentleman, he pulled her up to her feet. As she stood, she noticed his eyes following her every movement and more specifically, her chest. She didn't know how to feel about this, but it made her uncomfortable. Arms and hands clasped together over her chest as a form of visual shielding from his prying eyes. It also served as a hug to herself.
"Uhm.. Yes.. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Tre-"
She was at a loss for words. Wake held the silliest grin on his face that Loretta ever did see and she began to giggle even more so as he seemed to chase an invisible being going in laps around the girl. He stopped when he reached the giant and had latched onto him with fervor!
"Oh my.."
Loretta blushed a deep red as she watched Wake press himself against the other man in public display of affection. His hands groped with slow fingers running down along the helmeted man's chest, and more accordance to his sternum than anything. Several seconds passed and Loretta was over the initial shock of what she had just witnessed.
"Sir.. Are you alright?" she called after the man worried for his sanity. Wake seemed to have snapped out of his reverie and promptly let the taller man go. She supposed this isn't normal by the look on his face. However, what of the man with the helmet? How would he react to this type of display. And his arm is still injured! Perhaps she could help with bandaging? She removed her top skirt that hung about her waist and tentatively stepped closer to Gurath.
"If you'd like, I could bandage that wound for you until you receive proper aid." She politely asked the half-giant. "Only if you'd like to."
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Post by Maur on Nov 4, 2015 3:10:23 GMT
This was an...interesting turn of an events, after Gurath had simply raised his hand in greeting, the smaller man was immediately by the womans side, doing what he must have thought would woo her. The giant nearly laughed, this man was behaving increbidly odd, soon after he had greeted the woman, he paraded around them as if he were chasing an apparition of some kind... Oh. The realization struck the half-breed like a wall of bricks he had just charged into, the man must have eaten some of them, not too long ago, some of the local flora had hallucinogenic qualities, depending on who you ask, if you asked Droolbeard, the friendly blue fur covered forest troll that lived in the sky, he'd say they were qualities, if you asked anyone else, they'd probably call them attributes before qualities, but enough musing. At one point it seemed as if the man were about to stumble, as he drew near to Gurath, the giant told himself he would have a hearty laugh should the man fall and bust his chin, but instead he did something, else. Gurath understood the feeling such plants could give, so he tried to bear it as long as possible when the man began to molest his mid-section, however when the woman stepped up to him and asked if she could bandage his arm, he decided the man had done enough imaginary loving, with his good arm Gurath wrapped his arm around the man and restrained him to his side, presenting the young lady with his tarnished flesh. "It'll wear off in a second. " He said referring to the man. "I'd appreciate the help."
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 4, 2015 21:09:46 GMT
Aurora's milky pinions flapped to a double beat in the cool air. For a moment the warming sun beat upon her back, the next she was sailing through the frigid mist of a cloud. She spun a little, holding out her hand to catch the vapors on the tips of her fingers, trying the best to occupy her weary mind. It was a long voyage from Harbor to Etirath, longer than Bastion had made it seem, and she was on the verge of landing to set up camp. Only the promise of a warm bed at an inn bought with borrowed money kept her flying. Sighing into the breeze, she began to slow for a landing, when three flares of energy caught her off guard. People. The first she had seen in an hour, at least. The temperate climate and high clouds heralded a mountainous terrain. Maybe... just maybe... they would know how far she was. Etirath had to be nearby.
Flaring out her wings against the wind, she dragged to a swift stop, then spiraled down into what appeared to be a forest clearing. All around the faint sensation of trees flickered against the black, and the rustling of leaves was sharp on the air. As her bare feet touched down on the soft grass, she stretched, popping her back. The enormous wings folded into nothing instantly, leaving only a flurry of feathers in their wake. It was nice to take a rest from flying. Her chest was aching something awful, and her lips felt parched from the swift travel through the higher atmosphere.
The girl turned, taking a good read on the group. One was a female, if Aurora could judge by the softer steps and the body shape. The other two appeared to be men, one larger than the other and possibly in distress, while the smaller... the smaller... Aurora closed her eyeless eyelids, and opened them again. This did nothing to change the scene she was witnessing. He appeared to be pressing up against the larger man, moving his hands all over the giant's chest, almost as if he was groping him. The brighter luminescence of the smaller's aura made this action sorely obvious, contrasted against the misty green of the forest background.
"Er... I apologize for disturbing... whatever this is," she said tentatively. This appeared to be one of the sexual acts Harbor forbade for its members. Aurora was no idiot; she had a rudimentary sexual education, and knew the basic motions, but this was unlike anything she had ever heard of. It had to be some form of the fabled foreplay, likened to tenderizing a steak by her wizened tutor.
"You must tenderize the steak before devouring it," he had said knowingly, with a sly wink that possibly hinted at his eventual expulsion from the order. He had been unfaithful to the Creed, but he had most definitely done the best to prepare Aurora for the unclean world out of all the other Harbor teachers.
"I... I wanted to ask if Etirath is nearby. I'm traveling there," she continued, shuffling her feet in apparent discomfort. Sexual acts were lewd among themselves, but the unordained could practice them. But to do them in public, between men, and with a watching woman present... it was no surprise this area had been marked as a den of heathens. She certainly had her work cut out for her, dealing out the justice she was trusted to know to dispense. If it was all like this, she would need to re-consult the Heliocholex for the more obscure legislature.
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Post by Fang on Nov 4, 2015 21:47:02 GMT
Ephemeral enchantresses whisked away with a sudden gust of wind and a strong force around Wake's neck before he could begin to follow his voluptuous prey any further than a few centimeters. The bright colors of the world began to run dark as the image of a large cobra wrapped around his neck and squeezed the life from him, sending the man into a panic bourne of hallucinogenic frenzy and he struggled against the malevolent force that held him pinned to some unseen wall. A spark of realization that, perhaps, this was nothing but fantasy was quickly snuffed out by the appearance of an angel from the clouds, a small waif of a woman with wings that told of far more power than her frame should boast.
Of course, any sane man would quickly have realized that he was not seeing reality as those magnificent wings disappeared and left behind nought but glistening feathers, one of which blew its way toward Wake and found itself clutched in his fist as he struggled against the cobra who still tried to strangle him.
"Foul serpent let loose my throat and be smote upon my righteous fist!" he called out, wrapping his unclenched hand around the body of the snake and squeezing with all of the might he could muster. The skin was thick, leathery, and altogether unlike the texture that a snake should be, and it was this fact that released Wake, momentarily, from his waking dream. Like a parting mist Wake found that he was not, in fact, in the throes of a life and death battle with a murderous cobra but instead held firmly by the helmeted man he had only recently come to meet. He stilled his flailing and allowed his captor to see that he had calmed before speaking again.
"Good sir, I thank you for restraining me from whatever deeds I might have undertaken in the throes of the illusion I was under. The beast we faced must have done its work more thoroughly than I originally estimated, and thus enchanted me with such a foul spell." His eyes took on a pleading stare as he continued. "I must ask that you release me now, though, as your underarm stench is as powerful as the arm it labors under. Though dirty I may be I do not wish to smell more so than necessary."
Wake could only hope that the large man heeded his words and allowed him his freedom as a wave of nausea came over him and he retched momentarily. Upon raising his head he saw that the woman whom he had envision, indeed even the angel, was still present despite his current lucid state. Colors ran around him once more as he surveyed both maidens, one well shaped and comely and the other fragile and beautiful as the dew upon a jasmine blossom. Had he introduced himself to both ladies already, or had one or both been illusions before reality came into being?
There was no more time for such thoughts as the effects of what Wake believed to be the lion's dark magic took hold once more, and colorful rabbits warred against shadowy serpents at his feet with small sticks and stones as their weapons. He maintained his calm, despite no longer being fully aware of those around him, and attempted to maintain the illusion that his mind was right as the words he had so nearly missed from the descending angel echoed in his mind.
"My..." another retch as the scene before him became more gorey and serpents devoured the remaining bits of the rabbits they had slaughtered, "Destination lays also in the land of Etirath," he continued after another, thankfully, dry upheaval. "I had hopes of finding it soon." Best not to speak as the hallucinations worsened and the nausea increased. his mouth clamped shut and he sank to his knees as he fought back the impending need to empty his stomach. What power that lion had boasted seemed not to affect the ones around him, and for that he found himself immensely thankful. Had the large man felt the pressing need that Wake himself boasted none would be safe.
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Post by Leb on Nov 4, 2015 23:34:18 GMT
The giant man had wrapped his arm around Wake and pinned him to his side and presented his arm of torn flesh to her.
"Foul serpent let loose my throat and be smote upon my righteous fist!" Wake suddenly called out, his hand reached out and grasped at the leather armor Gurath donned.
"It'll wear off in a second." He told her. Loretta nodded in understanding as she realized that the poor man must have ate something to have come into such a state. "I'd appreciate the help."
She wasted no time and rushed over to the man with the ghastly wound, the sight of it only emboldened her to dress it all the more quicker. With the minor healing spell in her knowledge she hovered her hand above the wound and willed it to heal to the best of her current abilities. a soft glow resonated between her hand and the open wound as tears began to repair and the blood return to their respective places. However the injury was much to large for her to completely heal. The end result being a large gash though not as deep as before which no longer bled.
"I'm sorry I can't heal it further Sir, I am not of a high enough skill to do so yet."
She apologized and with the fabric still in her free hand, she began to carefully wrap the cloth around his large arm. She made sure it was secured on tight enough yet still had enough room for breath-ability. As soon as she was done Wake seemed to have broken out of the illusion he was suffering from earlier.
"Good sir, I thank you for restraining me from whatever deeds I might have undertaken in the throes of the illusion I was under. The beast we faced must have done its work more thoroughly than I originally estimated, and thus enchanted me with such a foul spell." Loretta found this statement far more amusing than she should have and tried her best to hide the smile but the mirth in her eyes was clear as day. "I must ask that you release me now, though, as your underarm stench is as powerful as the arm it labors under. Though dirty I may be I do not wish to smell more so than necessary." Highly amusing indeed. However, Wake had fallen and began to retch the contents of his stomach, the poor soul. She knelt beside Wake and soothingly rubbed his back in hopes to comfort him at least.
"My..." Wake heaved once more but alas, nothing had come forth. Loretta continued to console the man. "Destination lays also in the land of Etirath, I had hopes of finding it soon." he kept on and it was then that Loretta noticed the other figure with white feathers falling elegantly to the grassy ground. When had she come? She distinctly remembered seeing only Wake and the giant man and no one else in sight. Her behavior was that of discomfort possibly from witnessing the shameless act Wake had committed not too long ago.
It dawned on Loretta that these people are all lost and coincidentally, are in search of her homeland, for their own reasons of course. She glanced about the three and stood nervously as she spoke to gain their attention. She isn't much for taking center stage and it's quite obvious of her preference to stand by the sidelines. Despite this fact, she spoke clearly albeit a bit drawn out from her nervous nature.
"If you all are seeking Etirath, then you shouldn't have to worry.. It's not that far off in all honesty.. The kingdom I mean." She began before turning around and pointed in the general direction from where she had come from earlier. "In actuality, you are all already within Etirath's borders." she explained.
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Post by Maur on Nov 6, 2015 4:08:01 GMT
The large man was thankful for the assistance even though the woman could not heal his arm fully, she at least did something. His attentions were drawn from gratitude however as a beautiful figure descended from the sky, her brilliant white wings vanished as soon as the woman's feet hit the ground, she carried the presence of an Angel, perhaps she was. The man beneath his arm began shouting at some apparition, apparently he thought that the Giant's arm was some sort of large cobra, and began struggling anew with the vice like grip. Eventually the man calmed down, and asked the half-breed to put him down, he claimed that the lion of all things had cast some dark magic on him, this man was certainly out of it, then he insulted the giant's body odor. 'Try being this large and sprinting throught the forest you ungrateful welp.' The thought reverberated within his helmeted mind, contempt apparent in his mental voice, although he soon realized that none but him could hear the thoughts within his head.
The angel spoke, curious as to the location of Etirath, Gurath knew the direction and would have offered it to her were it not for the fact that his companion had vomited, and then after a few words of his own destination, which strangely enough turned out to be Etirath, What was so popular about Etirath? It was just another Kingdom, personally he'd like to travel to the far east, he'd heard there was a bird over there with the most succulent meat in the world. Regardless, a lot of these people seemed to be determined to reach Etirath, after some more retching, Gurath had finally decided that the man had successfully worked some of the hallucinogen out of his system, and allowed him to fall to his knees. Where he swayed a bit, quite unsteady, Gurath's attention was drawn from the man however, to the woman whom they had found fallen by the trees, he would have to learn some of their names eventually. Oh right, Wake, the man had introduced himself to the maiden, the giant had forgotten, what kind of name was Wake Trekken? Now that he thought about it, the name seemed quite unusual, it was a noun followed by what could be a verb, was he Trekken for trekking across a vast expanse? the half-breed had no clue, he only knew that it was strange, like himself, they might make friends of one another eventually, one thing was for certain however, Wake was not very awake right now. The woman had spoken the direction of Etirath and pointed, mentally the giant agreed, but throughout this whole ordeal he had neither moved nor emitted a word. Perhaps he should say something, to assure to them that he was in fact not braindead.
The flying female was strange, and he liked strange things, because he himself was strange, therefore he considered himself kindred to the strange, including this woman who was indeed, strange. Perhaps he should speak words to this astounding creature the likes of which he has never seen before and probably has some knowledge which he has not been made privy to. The giant decided against it, and instead simply stared silently from his helmet holes, waiting for the scene before him to unfold.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 6, 2015 6:04:46 GMT
"My... destination lays also in the land of Etirath."
"If you all are seeking Etirath, then you shouldn't have to worry.. It's not that far off in all honesty.. The kingdom I mean. In actuality, you are all already within Etirath's borders."
The two separate answers came quickly, one after the other. The first came with a little more than an answer; apparently, the smaller of the sexing heathens was ill. Aurora wouldn't have been surprised if he was under the influence of some beverage or drug, with his slurred speech and obvious poor state of health. The angelic being cleared her slender throat, stepping as close to the odd trio as she was willing. Just in case, she fondled the charm dangling from her right wrist nervously, ready to unleash Penance should it come down to conflict. The giant, garbed in armor and weaponry, stared at the girl silently, only adding to her unease.
"I am Aurora, from Harbor. Maybe you have heard of it, maybe you haven't," she began. All of the lands around the monastery knew of its influence, but this was a strange country. Maybe far out enough to not know of the peacekeepers. "I am of their esteemed Justicar ranks, trained in law and magic. Etirath and the surrounding lands are now under my jurisdiction by divine ordinance of the Harbor Guardians themselves, and I am to use any force necessary to uphold righteousness as according to the Heliocholex."
Already, she had witnessed enough infringements to fill a ledger. Small fine acts, really, but those fines were accumulating into a hefty debt. It was probably best to pardon these strangers until she had better established her authority.
"I hope you and your fellow citizens pay respect to the holy mandate of the Lord of Justice himself, may he reign in heaven on high," she concluded, lifting her head. The hood still covered her hollow eyes, but they did naught to disguise the streams of blood that flowed from them. She felt a rush of euphoria at the warm tingle. It was a rare day stigmata bled, and the crimson wake from hers only solidified her belief. She was meant to be here. This would work well. The den of sin would be converted, single-handedly, into an instrument of perfection. All in good time, of course, but she had all the time in the world. To reflect her joy, the girl smiled, the two red lines framing her mouth in eerie repose.
Go, my unbound girl. Do the duty of the citadel, her father in heart had said. She hoped to make him proud.
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