Post by Keldos on Aug 24, 2022 6:35:18 GMT
(Shy/Frisk)
The boy's eyes widened, seeing the magic which was clearly something he'd never seen let alone experienced before. Soon enough he was standing strong again and had a little color back into his face as the pain was removed.
"My… my mother always called me Rothik," he answered with a bit of a stammer. "And no, I've never seen him before today. But I didn't go outside of my house much. He might be from town."
"I am," the man answered. "And that explains why we could never find our Prince, nor even knew his name. We just felt - hoped, really - that he was somewhere and that we would find him someday. We have been waiting and preparing for the day we would find him, and have a very safe manor prepared where Rothik will be safe, cherished, and taught to use his powers properly." At the mention of powers Rothik's face blanched. "Oh my boy, it wasn't your fault. How can it be when you've never been taught how to use them? Instinct is a powerful motivator, especially when survival is on the line."
Rothik's neck was likely to pop the way he was looking from one to the other, both offering reassurances of safety. The man, who had yet to reveal his name, looked at Frisk and smiled.
"Perhaps, my gracious healer and beautiful unicorn, you would like to come with us? We have no healers among us save for the more traditional, mundane variety and your skills would be very useful. I could even see that you are personally in charge of Prince Rothik's care."
From above the Gryphon, thus far silent, vanished from sight and the rustling of somewhat distant foliage told that he had decided to land at last. Perhaps he had finally seen enough of the encounter and wanted to put in his own two cents. It would take a creature of his size a few moments to reach them, however.
(Nessa)
Nessa's remaining foe was infuriated by her continual good fortune in dodging their attacks and how devastatingly effective her IF-touched magic was being against them. This was their place, they were supposed to be the ultimate predators and these fleshy things their prey, not the other way around! Its eyes blazed bright crimson as it went into a rage, rushing at her with even greater speed and slashing at her with both 'hands' aiming at the woman's back when she stumbled!
At least, that's what it intended. But as the Cambion's blade finally came free and she stumbled backwards the blade, arcing back up over her head, nicked the Wraith's 'shoulder' and dug in deep! The undead screamed fit to wake the dead, pun intended, and recoiled. In making such a reckless attack it had to leave itself completely open, and the miss was a fatal flaw that stunned the thing.
Strike now, Nessa!
((Finish the Wraith as you see fit.))
(Nec)
Ah hah, finally! The Wraith was very satisfied that it had finally landed a blow on one of these intruders and what a blow it was. It feasted on the Changeling's life essence taken directly from his heart no less, and when it withdrew its ethereal hand its wounds had completely healed. It also was wrapped in a faint crimson glow, a buffer against further damage. Would it work against the dagger? Who knew.
While this was happening Nec would regain consciousness. Whatever thoughts were running through the Changeling's mind - something involving golden lights, shifting sparkling mists, and a continual melody that was far beyond mortal ability to recreate though perhaps he could hum a few bars if he tried - moving away quickly was probably a good idea. His enemy was stronger than ever and was likely to take advantage of his prone state otherwise.
((While you are conscious, Nec, for this next round you can only take two 'actions:' Attack, move, defend, or use an item such as a potion or other non-weapon. This represents the chill that lingers in your muscles from the critical hit, though it will only hinder you for this next post.))
(On the Ledge)
Keldos, still on his silent vigil on the ledge, just about had a heart attack when behind him Zalanth sensed Apotelesmath's grief and began to keen in the manner of dragons when a rider passed and a dragon grieved. He gasped and spun about, about to ask who, what had happened, was it one of those who he'd sent down? From what he knew of them… Nec? He was the only rider that Keldos knew for certain. Had he sent his friend to his death?
No, thankfully. The crisis passed and Zalanth calmed, assuring Keldos that the blue mottle had thought that Nec had died but it was not true. She knew no more information, however.
After another long moment of thought, Keldos frowned. Regardless he could no longer sit by and let others do what he should have done for himself. While there had been many things to take care of and he knew asking for aid was wise, he had to put his own hand into the situation if someone had nearly died, regardless of discomfort. With a flap of his wings he launched himself onto Zalanth's back and they took to the air. But as they did so they saw that the winds were picking up to strength that would, if continuing, slow the powerful dragon and the clouds were beginning to shift. Another storm?
The boy's eyes widened, seeing the magic which was clearly something he'd never seen let alone experienced before. Soon enough he was standing strong again and had a little color back into his face as the pain was removed.
"My… my mother always called me Rothik," he answered with a bit of a stammer. "And no, I've never seen him before today. But I didn't go outside of my house much. He might be from town."
"I am," the man answered. "And that explains why we could never find our Prince, nor even knew his name. We just felt - hoped, really - that he was somewhere and that we would find him someday. We have been waiting and preparing for the day we would find him, and have a very safe manor prepared where Rothik will be safe, cherished, and taught to use his powers properly." At the mention of powers Rothik's face blanched. "Oh my boy, it wasn't your fault. How can it be when you've never been taught how to use them? Instinct is a powerful motivator, especially when survival is on the line."
Rothik's neck was likely to pop the way he was looking from one to the other, both offering reassurances of safety. The man, who had yet to reveal his name, looked at Frisk and smiled.
"Perhaps, my gracious healer and beautiful unicorn, you would like to come with us? We have no healers among us save for the more traditional, mundane variety and your skills would be very useful. I could even see that you are personally in charge of Prince Rothik's care."
From above the Gryphon, thus far silent, vanished from sight and the rustling of somewhat distant foliage told that he had decided to land at last. Perhaps he had finally seen enough of the encounter and wanted to put in his own two cents. It would take a creature of his size a few moments to reach them, however.
(Nessa)
Nessa's remaining foe was infuriated by her continual good fortune in dodging their attacks and how devastatingly effective her IF-touched magic was being against them. This was their place, they were supposed to be the ultimate predators and these fleshy things their prey, not the other way around! Its eyes blazed bright crimson as it went into a rage, rushing at her with even greater speed and slashing at her with both 'hands' aiming at the woman's back when she stumbled!
At least, that's what it intended. But as the Cambion's blade finally came free and she stumbled backwards the blade, arcing back up over her head, nicked the Wraith's 'shoulder' and dug in deep! The undead screamed fit to wake the dead, pun intended, and recoiled. In making such a reckless attack it had to leave itself completely open, and the miss was a fatal flaw that stunned the thing.
Strike now, Nessa!
((Finish the Wraith as you see fit.))
(Nec)
Ah hah, finally! The Wraith was very satisfied that it had finally landed a blow on one of these intruders and what a blow it was. It feasted on the Changeling's life essence taken directly from his heart no less, and when it withdrew its ethereal hand its wounds had completely healed. It also was wrapped in a faint crimson glow, a buffer against further damage. Would it work against the dagger? Who knew.
While this was happening Nec would regain consciousness. Whatever thoughts were running through the Changeling's mind - something involving golden lights, shifting sparkling mists, and a continual melody that was far beyond mortal ability to recreate though perhaps he could hum a few bars if he tried - moving away quickly was probably a good idea. His enemy was stronger than ever and was likely to take advantage of his prone state otherwise.
((While you are conscious, Nec, for this next round you can only take two 'actions:' Attack, move, defend, or use an item such as a potion or other non-weapon. This represents the chill that lingers in your muscles from the critical hit, though it will only hinder you for this next post.))
(On the Ledge)
Keldos, still on his silent vigil on the ledge, just about had a heart attack when behind him Zalanth sensed Apotelesmath's grief and began to keen in the manner of dragons when a rider passed and a dragon grieved. He gasped and spun about, about to ask who, what had happened, was it one of those who he'd sent down? From what he knew of them… Nec? He was the only rider that Keldos knew for certain. Had he sent his friend to his death?
No, thankfully. The crisis passed and Zalanth calmed, assuring Keldos that the blue mottle had thought that Nec had died but it was not true. She knew no more information, however.
After another long moment of thought, Keldos frowned. Regardless he could no longer sit by and let others do what he should have done for himself. While there had been many things to take care of and he knew asking for aid was wise, he had to put his own hand into the situation if someone had nearly died, regardless of discomfort. With a flap of his wings he launched himself onto Zalanth's back and they took to the air. But as they did so they saw that the winds were picking up to strength that would, if continuing, slow the powerful dragon and the clouds were beginning to shift. Another storm?
