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| Tweet Topic Started: Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:11 am (785 Views) | |
| Falcas Durrall | Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:11 am Post #1 |
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Few were left in the tavern, though those left noticed little other than the drinks at hand and the ones on the way. Entirely unfit to take note of the fact the room had cleared out, the men remained oblivious to the commotion outside. One of the select few sat just a little shorter than the rest, couldn’t touch the floor, and could easily rest his brow on the edge of the bar without bending his spine much. Granted, the man was in little need of such ability, as opposed to the other men lolling in their seats, pacified by the large amounts of alcohol. The dwarf was still shouting. “Out of—” He interrupted himself, hurling a tin mug of ale at the barkeep. A small amount of drink sloshed out as the metal clanked on the ground behind the bar. “Lookit the mess! Ye’ve gone and spilled meh—” red-cheeked and tipsy, Falcas continued to dish a wide and educated variety of colorful curses as he was all-too-literally thrown out in the street on his arse. Grumbling, the dwarf stood, not minding the dirt now caked on the back of his pants. A lightning bolt tore through the sky, carving a gouge in the stones at his feet. Leaping a foot in the air, the man howled his surprise, picking up a stone. Searching for his opponent, he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of his newest opponent. The thunderbird sat atop a building, perched on the edge. Falcas cocked his arm back, aimed, and released the stone, successfully launching the stone full force, ten feet off to the right of the bird and into a rain barrel. “Aha.” Edited by Falcas Durrall, Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:18 am.
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| Aleith Carmena | Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:25 am Post #2 |
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The young man was as rattled as ever as the sound of thunder almost ruptured his eardrum. He tried to yell in pain but his voice rasped in his throat and a familiar anger at his lack of ability to speak welled up in his again. His eyes gazed up at the thunder bird, and Aleith was more shocked then annoyed now. He had never seen anything like that before, or even it's fiery cousin-the phoenix. He saw the dwarf cock back a rock to throw it at the beast and rushed forward, knowing the beast would try to counter with it's innate skills. He felt the magic begin to well up in him as his innate ability of it drew itself up, culling from a different source within him then he was used to. A hum sound came from him as he began to sing, "Exuro perspicuus quod servo mihi! " The light shifted around him to form a shield as another bolt of thunder came at him, slamming into the shield to throw the lad back into the dwarf, which caused his face to swell up into a red color. He fell forward and shook his hands in front of his face in apology before he realized the beast was still on the building behind them, causing him to turn back towards the bird, tightening his whitening knuckles over his oaken staff. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:36 am Post #3 |
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Falcas stared at his hand, oblivious to the imminent danger to his immediate and possibly future health, which was still perched overhead. Not so oblivious was he to the boy hurtling through the air in his direction. Quickly. The dwarf put his hands forward, but did little to stop the flight of the boy. Never once did it occur to him to step to the side. All of little consequence, as the whole hundred and ten pounds of man-flesh hit him hard, knocking the dwarf sprawling. Roaring as he got up, he paid little mind to the ringing in his ears as he unbuckled the mace from his belt, lifting it overhead to end the offense that was the man. A metal mace. For the love of the gods. The next bolt, Falcas almost expected as it rocketed towards the boy on the ground, redirecting to the very handily-placed lightning rod. Thrown across the alleyway by the rush of energy, hair of his beard stood on end. “Somebody kill the durned bird!” He shouted, voice cracking into a squeak at the end. Tossing his mace away, he approached a barrel, tearing off the metal ring with bulging arms and stripping away a good-sized plank. Rainwater washed over the streets as he charged the bird, hucking the makeshift wooden club at the winged blue demon, which promptly flew away from the projectile and pursued an easier meal. The dwarf turned to the boy with murder in his eyes and static parting his beard. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:47 am Post #4 |
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The young man watched the spectacle with nothing less then astonished amazement. He had lived a rather sheltered life for what little amount of time he'd lived it, and the thunderbird alone was surprising enough, but the dwarf had just scared the beast away with a single toss of a wooden plank. He looked down at the stumpy little man with a bit of fear as he stared at him with no less then a violent desire in his eyes. The young man held his hands out and waved them, trying to tell him he was sorry, and he had no wish to fight. He stepped back a few times and tripped over a stone, barely landing back on his feet before looking back at the dwarf. He gritted his teeth and began to hum again, drawing up his magic to prepare for any strike from the dwarf by bringing up his shielding magic. With a hum of magic, he felt a different burning sensation come up from him, the song passing through his lips on it's own, "Dico sicco quod vox vestri saevio ex aer!" He stumbled back as the magic missile blasted from his throat with more force then his body could handle, landing the young man on his back as the missile barely missed the dwarf, flying into the air and pounding into the hind-end of the thunderbird as it tried to drift away. He looked up with shocked horror wondering what exactly he had just brought upon himself. Trying to help he brought a dwarf to a dangerous rage towards him, and now he had just ruffled the feathers of a bird that could easily fry the young lad. His legs shook a bit as he came to his feet as fast as he could, preparing for whatever repercussions would come to the poor lad. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sat Feb 5, 2011 4:58 am Post #5 |
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Falcas was on the brink of bringing the fear of the gods on the boy when the scrawny thing likely saved him a good-sized portion of death. Life was unfair. The rush of air accompanying the magic missile bowled him over, spinning in place in time to spot the bird flapping higher out of reach, but easily still in range to fry the two of them to a pair of well-done fools. Spinning in place, Falcas ran towards the boy, slapping a hand at the back of his head “Quit standin on yer jaw and move! ‘Less ye’d like to see the inside of a bird’s bowels firsthand.” Picking up the cover to the rain barrel, he held it against his forearm, finding a small measure of false hope that the pit of wood would save him from another torrent of electricity. “Got anything better than a shove, lad?” "Speak up!" |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sat Feb 5, 2011 5:04 am Post #6 |
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Aleith almost fell forward as the dwarf slapped his head, his little form barely able to keep him standing. His arms shook a bit as he put his staff under his armpit, drawing his spell-book from the insides of his coat. The spine of the book was torn and well stretched at this point, even though so few spells were jotted down in it. He began to hum again, drawing up the missile's hymn from the magic spiraling around him as the bird came in at them. The song passed his lips again, and another missile flew from his mouth as the pages of the book began flapping rapidly, the words on each page glowing white for a quick flash as the spell flew into the air. He caught himself as he fell back, his head feeling dizzy after the rush of blood and magic began leaving his head. He put the book back into his coat as quickly as he could and lifted the staff, holding it to his side so he could swing it as hard as he could, and bring it down on the bird's head should it come at them. Although, he was quite sure the beast would much rather shock them into nothingness before it moved in. With a look at the dwarf he curled his face up into a look of concern, and he let a sigh from his nose, opening his mouth to let out a rasp to try and tell the little dwarf he couldn't speak to try and raise his voice, the whole situation turning his cheeks from a snow white to an apple red. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 12:42 am Post #7 |
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Falcas shook his head sadly at the second missile. It hit the bird, staggering it well enough. “We’re all going to die, aren’t we?” Running his fingers through his static-charged beard, the dwarf sighed. “But I’m so young and beautiful. Woe be that one such as I may die alone, save for the scrawny pile of flesh beside me.” Drink still reddened his cheeks, seemingly unconcerned with his immediate peril. Spotting the boy standing at the ready, he came around to the fact a large feathered beast was on the brink of frying them all. “You’re dead useless, you know?” Barking a laugh, the dwarf turned to face the thunderbird, howling and rapping his knuckles on the makeshift shield. “Come on then, ye feathery rat. I’ve a few stars I want to show ye.” A man turned the corner of the street, his screams filling the relatively narrow alleyway as he charged toward them, stirring the bird. With a shriek, the thunderbird took flight, flapping towards the duo, ready to dive bomb them both. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 12:51 am Post #8 |
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A frown crossed over Aleith's face at the dwarf's comment of his usefulness. The rest of the rambling he had a hard time listening to, knowing it was the drunk ramblings of a dwarf who probably had a less then able hold of reality at the moment, but that last comment stung a bit. He looked towards the bird that was dive bombing towards them and nodded, setting his feet and placing both hands on one end of his staff. He began to hum again, running just behind the dwarf for a moment. As the bird descended further, he jumped onto the short man's shoulder, spinning himself to launch the missile behind them both, sending the mage into the air from the force of it. Using the momentum, the young man brought the staff down on the bird, dazing the beast and sending himself falling. He landed with a crash on top of barrels stacked outside of a warehouse. A groan passed his lips as he tried to get up, not entirely sure what was going on anymore, his head spinning like a top. Standing, he looked at his surroundings while his eyes focused, the many multiples of everything around him slowly focusing themselves into one. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:01 am Post #9 |
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Falcas sputtered in surprise as the boy used him as a stepping stool, jumping and knocking the bird a nasty couple of blows. Open mouthed, he cheered once as the bird hit the ground, flapping. Leaping on the opportunity, the dwarf gripped the edge of the barrel lid with both hands and cheerily gave it a backhanded blow. Stunned, the bird flapped idly for a moment. The dwarf scurried to the side, wrapping his hands around the broken barrel, which still held about a third of its volume of water. The liquid sloshed down his front as he carried it. With a roar, he lifted it over his head and dumped the stagnant water over the bird. Now wet and unable to think clearly, the bird slumped down, sedated for the time being. Similarly wet and unable to think, the dwarf stumbled his way to the boy, tossing the remains of the barrel aside as he offered a grubby hand. “Bought time ye did something useful, boy. What’s yer name?” He dug into his ear with the pinky of his other hand, wiping it on his own tunic. “Ah, never you mind. Tell me later. Can’t hear meself speak. Durned bird.” The dwarf glanced around, just noticing the shrieks and commotion of the general public nearby. Picking up his mace from the puddle of water it sat in, he held it at an angle. “Best be seein what the fools ‘ave gotten themselves into.” |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:17 am Post #10 |
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He nodded his thanks as the dwarf helped him up, centering his feet to keep himself steady. The bird was apparently subdued, enough that they would easily be able to recapture the beast once the town had gotten their things together. He followed after the dwarf, biting his lip at the question of his name, even if he said nevermind. It was always awkward when he was trying to explain his situation, even more-so when people were rather stubborn. As they entered the commons the mage was astonished at the sight of it all. The festival they were holding had been interrupted quite nicely, a litany of the thunderbirds they had been using for the show running free and causing chaos. The other beasties they had flying through the sky being wrangled nicely, for the most part. Aleith tightened the grip on his staff and he examined the scenery around him with a little more then idle worry. He rasped aloud to try and signal surprise to the dwarf, tapping him on the shoulder and pointing towards a neighboring street. The citizens were running in terror down the alley from one of the larger of the thunderbirds, which was following at them with excited abandon. Before waiting on the dwarfs response, he ran for the street, drawing his spellbook from his jacket again to focus his mind. As the beast tried to descend on a running child, Aleith launched another missile from his chest, aiming it square at the bird's back. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:29 am Post #11 |
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Falcas clapped the heel of his palm to his brow as the boy took off running directly into another confrontation with another, larger opponent. “Boy! Grah. We’re all going to die! Soon. and it’s going to be your fault!” Charging after him, the short man curled the wooden disc into the crook of his arm, like one of those children’s flying toys, and let it fly towards the bird. The magic missile hit it square in the back, knocking it out of its path of flight, and his lid struck the wall, ricocheted, and struck it in the neck. Squawking, the thunderbird flapped madly, spinning and firing a lightning bolt at the first thing in sight, a running civilian. Falcas saw the bird aiming and leapt, tackling the poor soul to the ground. Having been taken to the ground by a fleshy, dirty, wet dwarven missile, the man was none too pleased, grunting and trying to punch him in the head. “Oh for the love of—HOLD STILL!” The dwarf roared in the man’s face, spittle parting from dry lips. He butted the man between the eyes, stunning him. “Granted ye recover, yer safer that way.” Bowing his head in apology, he turned to see how his companion fared. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:36 am Post #12 |
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Aleith was face to face with the beast now that it had regained it's senses, albeit it wasn't nearly fully recovered. He steadied himself, parting his feet as the beast crawled itself back onto it's feet, snapping it's beak at the young mage with malice in it's eyes. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the bird to strike. As it launched out a bolt of lightning, white light formed a magical aegis in front of the lad, the force of the attack being stopped sending him falling back. Before he could regain his composure he turned the pages of his spellbook and began to sing once more, launching a magic missile straight at the bird's forehead. As the missile connected a loud crack was heard, and the bird stumbled and fell back, it's form causing a mass of boxes and dust to break into the ground around him. He laid on his back now, breathing heavily as the adrenaline in his veins began to cause him to shake rather then function better. Slowly, he moved himself to his feet, looking over to see the dwarf had saved a man from a rather toasty fate. He wasn't sure how to respond for a moment before he straightened himself, and simply raised his right thumb and held his hand out towards the dwarf with a smile on his face. The problem wasn't solved, but he was glad another of the beasts was done trying to devour the citizenry. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:46 am Post #13 |
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Shaking his head, the dwarf beamed at the boy in response. Running as quickly as his stubby legs would take him, Falcas drew his mace and gave the bird a solid whack between the wings for good measure. “Bird’s out. Fair job ye did there, son. Bahaha, wonder how it’d taste cooked…” He knelt beside the bird and licked a wing. Sputtering, he scratched the dust off his tongue. “Right filthy that. Imagine it’d be fine if ye washed it, though…” gazing longingly at the downed fowl, he shook his head and glanced at the chaos boiling in the plaza. People brandished metal weapons at the escaped thunderbirds. Peering at his own steel weapon, he wisely put it away. “Ruddy fools are asking for it. Imagine it’d do some good to make a decent, half-hearted attempt to calm the crowd.” Trotting to the still-dazed man from earlier, the dwarf looked about before kneeling and pocketing a couple gold crowns. “Don’t judge me. I saved his life.” |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 1:57 am Post #14 |
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The young lad nodded, indicating with his hands that he thought the dwarf did just as well in his job to protect the rather obstinate man. He found some amusement at the dwarf wondering what the bird would taste like, wondering if it'd even be safe to try. The thing had to be rather painful to eat, the way their bodies conduct electricity couldn't help at all. He turned his head and ignored the dwarf as he took some gold from the man's pocket, preferring not to cause any arguments with the man who was aiding him in trying to bring order to this rather chaotic situation. He followed the dwarf's previous gaze at the plaza and bit his lip again, scanning over the crowd for any way he could attempt to get everyone's attention. He broke into a run and moved through the crowds of people, almost falling over many-a-time as they rammed into him and pushed him out of the way. As he reached the center of the plaza, be stepped onto the side of the fountain in the middle, climbing it as well as he could. His form fell from it a few times before he reached the top. As he stood up there he waved his arms, trying to get everyone's attention, a rasping wheeze escaping his lips a few times while he tried to scream over the crowd. He gritted his teeth and a humming cry filled the air as he was launched off of the fountain, and landed in the water, a magic missile flying overhead the entire crowd and pounding into a wall. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 2:07 am Post #15 |
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The missile hitting the wall made a large thumping sound, dust floating from the building it had struck. The screams lulled for a second, but only that. “Huh. Maybe the boy’s a mute.” Shrugging, he attempted to calmly walk to the fountain to aid his friend. And two women and a man failed to notice the less-than-tall dwarf, rudely kicking him in the leg trying to run by. Growling, Falcas seized the retreating man by the back of his pants, pulling hard in the opposite direction. Temporarily lifted from the ground, the blonde-haired man hit the cobblestones roughly. “Stay put.” He threatened. Running to the edge of the crowd, the dwarf found his way on top of the bar of an empty vendor stall. Self-proclaimed brilliance struck his fancy, drawing his mace and taking ready aim. Slamming it in the supports of the stand, he kick eth boarded wall. With loud cracks and pops, the stall toppled into the next empty stall, and so on, stopping at four. People had begun to watch by the third. “Right. Ahem.” He was at a loss for words, not having thought too much into this plan. Not nearly so far as what to say. To the right, the wall Aleith’s missile struck gave a loud groan, inching forward for a second before stopping. The strike may have dislodged a support in the wall. The wall gave another groan. “Err.” |
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