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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 2:27 am Post #16 |
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The young man had finally gotten his bearings in the water when the stalls began to fall, and he couldn't help but smile as the dwarf tried to rally the crowds attention. It seemed to work, for a moment, until the sound of groaning wood and brick called for everyone's attention. His face turned stark white in horror as the building his missile had hit began to crumble in upon itself, the mass of the roof seeming to cave in like an avalanche of masonry supplies. He couldn't even rasp at this point, seeing a mass of eyes look at him, some with rage and some with astonishment, and even some with amusement. He slowly pulled himself out of the fountain and stepped his way through the crowd, holding his staff to his chest as he moved towards the dwarf. He blinked his eyes absently as he finally made his way over, looking at the building for a moment before a few roars in the crowd indicated people were none-to-happy about the building's collapse, causing a bead of sweat to find it's way down the young man's pale face. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 3:04 am Post #17 |
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The dwarf felt a small sense of relief as attention was drawn away from himself, to the spectacle of a collapsing building. Small sense, as the attention of a stirred crowd was turned on his small, inept friend. Hopping down from his perch atop the rubble, the dwarf barreled through the crowd, knocking aside an angry festivalgoer here and there with abandon. Climbing up the fountain’s side, he stood by his mute friend. “For clarifi—clarify—cl—to clear up the durned mess, It was him.” Mind, relatively new friend. Clapping the boy on the shoulder, he beamed. “Nicely done. Not sure I could’ve done such a thing m’self, to tell the truth.” Rubbing his beard, he admired the sizeable cloud of dust rolling over the crowd at knee-height. “It’d suit ye all best to listen to what the boy has to—what i have to say. Ahem.” He cleared his throat nervously, dreadfully aware of the buzzing in his toes. “Everything’s going to be fine. Calm yourselves.” the dwarf’s smile grew once more. Turning to look at the boy, he squinted. “Mighty fine speech. Almost no slurring.” “He ruined my shop!” An aproned man brandished a blacksmith’s hammer at the two from the crowd. Stir rose. “Gonna lose more’n that if ye forget we’ve got a durned stampede of lightning-vomiting birds flyin about!” |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 3:15 am Post #18 |
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His eyes opened in horror as the dwarf proclaimed it was his fault for the building collapsing. He looked over the crowd as people braced their hands on the nearest weapon-like object and took steps towards him. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of displeasing the entire town of Cascadia, imagining someone who destroyed the town may be punishable by being tossed off the side of the cloud city. He felt a little relief as the dwarf tried to calm the crowd. He tapped his chin, wondering what he could do to try and help. He looked on the ground nearby, finding a blank white board that fell from one of the stalls the dwarf knocked over, picking up a bit of dirt from the ground to spell out on it. The small lad shook a bit as he lifted the sign, putting it up against the wall. Those of you who can fight, stay with us. Those of you who can't, please try to find somewhere safe where the birds can't get to you. He looked back at the crowd with a hopeful look on his face, clapping his hands together to get the dirt off of his white gloves. He hoped the people could look past his small bit of accidental vandalism, and accept the plan. And a few did, a nearby Innkeeper guiding some of the women who weren't armed and the children to his Inn's basement, which was built into the underground level of the cloud. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 3:27 am Post #19 |
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The dwarf appeared pleased with the reaction of the crowd, not noticing the sign behind. “There. See? They can see sense after—ahhhh.” Falcas’ features darkened. “Could’ve mentioned something.” Ignoring the fact his friend couldn’t mention anything at all, ever, he turned back to the cascadians. “Well at least they’re on their way. You have to wonder where the durned birds got off to though.” Lightning shrieked, accompanied by a flash of light from one of the streets. Several screams pierced the air. “ahh, that’d explain it. Let’s be off then, got a bit of bird to take care of. Wonder how they take to lightning themselves, the tricksy things…” Falcas jumped off the edge of the fountain, dashing towards the action, raising his metal club. The bird came into view, taking in a deep breath. Falcas launched the weapon, hitting the bird in the face at the moment it released the bolt. feathers rained. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 3:42 am Post #20 |
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He couldn't help but look in slack-jawed amazement at the dwarf's battle tactics. The bird had splashed it's own attack back upon itself, the lightning blasting it onto it's back and frying it's beak a nice black color. Whatever other effect it had on the beast, he couldn't tell, but he couldn't help but wonder if the dwarf was thinking of eating this one now that it had been slightly cooked. He followed behind the dwarf, looking over the crowd with worry, making sure none of them were struck by the mass of birds that were back to terrorizing the city they were supposed to help with their reveling. As the last of those who couldn't fight had found a place to hide, he felt his determination kick in as he followed after the dwarf, jumping onto a nearby box and climbing up onto a windowsill. He flattened himself to the wall and waited for another of the birds, slowly crawling along the wall and hoping to the gods he didn't fall. He wouldn't die, to be sure, but it'd hurt like no other. As another bird came in on the attack, spotting the dwarf like an appetizer and flew down with it's tunnel vision, the boy saw his chance. He pushed himself off of the wall and launched another missile near his legs, jetting himself from the wall and slamming into the bird. It's flight pattern faltered and it screamed in protest, causing a spark of lightning to fly into the nearest building. Fires sparked there as Aleith gripped the beast's feathers tight. Pulling himself up to the square center of it's back, His voice rang out once again and a rush of air surrounded him. He swung his staff down to follow the flying missile, both exploding with force onto the bird's skull. The cracking noise and crackling of lightning blew out the lad's ears as he was bucked from the beasts back, a shield barely forming around his side in time to dull the force of the wall he pounded into. He began to wonder if the insanity of the dwarf was contagious, at least while he could think straight. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 3:57 am Post #21 |
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Falcas didn’t mind the boy’s stares or his climbing, nudging the mass of blue feathers with his booted toe. “Prolly rather they weren’t killed, wouldn’t they? Pity. Well, as e’s dead anyhow…” Falcas gripped a wing, tearing away several feathers to bare a spot of flesh. Grinning happily, he bit into the partially cooked poultry. A spark jumped from the skin to his teeth, running into the nerves in his teeth. Screaming out, he dropped the wing, kicking the bird in the side, hand clamped to his jaw in pain, eyes watering. “durned fool birds… he whimpered. Picking up his mace, he jumped at the spark leaping the gap between his hand and the handle. All pain was forgotten immediately, however, as a magic missile thumped into the ground two feet to his left. Jumping, he yelped and glared upwards, only to see the boy soaring through the air and landing atop a large bird mid-flight. Quite impressed with the display, he clapped his hands together and cheered him on. “Attaboy! Give him a one-tw—ah. That works just as well!” His enthusiasm was unmatched as the bird hit the ground, boy launched into a wall. Trotting over to him, the dwarf beamed, clapping a filthy hand on his head. “Yer going to teach me that particular bit.” |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 4:17 am Post #22 |
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It took him a few moments to even register that the dwarf was speaking to him, or to be able to identify any noises beyond the whistling in his ears, but he couldn't help but smile in response. He clicked his fingers together trying to say that it was no problem at all, but the feeling of a broken bone in his rib-cage made him regret the action entirely upon trying to stand. He slumped himself over a bit as he stood, holding a hand to his chest and curling his face in pain. Shaking his head a bit, he looked around and focused himself around his surroundings. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of accomplishment while looking at the chaos they had subsided with their rather unorthodox and, by his standards, suicidal tactics. With a gaze to the plaza, he raised his brow curiously and pointed. He pointed into the air, then waved his hand, trying to signal to the dwarf whether he thought it had all blown over or not, and then if it was safe or if there were more of the birds thundering their way through the crowds. The throbbing pain in his chest made him hope for the option that meant he could go lay in a bed and sleep through the rest of his recovery, but he had a feeling his luck wasn't quite so good. |
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| Falcas Durrall | Sun Feb 6, 2011 4:37 am Post #23 |
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Falcas looked upon the wounded boy with a look half-comprised of worry, half of idle amusement. If a dwarf child had broken a rib, he’d be more likely to run it off. “Aye lad, I’m sure they’ve got the rest to it handled on their own. Look, the tamers are going at the birds now. ‘sure they know how to do it properly. Half our own birds may never fly again. Though I’m rather keen on taking one with me.” The dwarf eyed the birds lying in the alley, one partially cooked, the other knocked senseless. “Might not be one of these, though. Maybe my dear friend outside the tavern. Wonder if birds take to drinking well!” Barking a laugh, he glanced about. A building demolished, a row of vendor stalls toppled, several storage containers broken, a mess of feathers, and limp birds. “Ah, m’boy. I might have to take you with me again one day. Just my type.” Falcas broke into a new round of laughter. |
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| Aleith Carmena | Sun Feb 6, 2011 5:14 am Post #24 |
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Aleith smiled to the dwarf, extending his hand to shake the dwarf's. He had taken quite a beating just trying to keep the town safe, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep standing much longer, but at least he could be comfortable he had helped Cascadia and seemed to have made an ally. The dwarf was an unusual one, but he showed more then once he was a useful man to have standing next to you in battle. He thought about the prospect of having one of the birds as a pet and simply curled his nose. The thought of one of them listening to him after he had sent a multitude of missiles against their hides didn't seem very likely... although he wouldn't mind it, having something he could rely on in a tough spot. He smiled and glanced at a nearby inn, rubbing the back of his head, wondering what he could do to not make him just walking off rather awkward. Finally, he simply bowed low, the ponytail on the back of his head hanging over the side of his face and pressing into the ground. As he lifted himself up again, he bowed his head in thanks, turning and walking out into the middle of the plaza. He had a feeling, however, that his sleep would soon be interrupted by an angry blacksmith who expected a certain mage to assist in the repair of his shop... |
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