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| Alexandra | Tue Feb 8, 2011 12:24 am Post #1 |
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Thousand Night Winter hurried on, darting through snow and over more ruins. Undead lurched at her, but weren't going to really bother with a chase - they had grander goals. She darted into an old bath house, a few snow drifts adjacent to windows and in some halls. Soko ducked into a hallway and up the stairs onto the roof. She passed by what had been hinges long ago and gazed out. A figure stood on a distant platform, shifting quickly and wildly against a few foes. TNW sprinted to the end of the roof and leaped off. Her wings snapped open and in a few quick flaps she was soaring over buildings. Her flight was loud, great whumps dominating the sound in the area. With a final effort she hurtled above the building in question. She hovered momentarily, holding a spear behind her hips in her left hand, the fingers of her right hand working through a complex set of gestures, weaving blue energy into a sphere. Her skirts flapped in the wind, drowning out her arcane command word. A sphere of cold energy flickered into life in her hands, before it was thrown towards one of the undead with a quick side-throw. A blue flash in her palm, another arcane word, and a split second later she threw another sphere backhanded. Both hurtled into their relatively mindless targets, striking and freezing them further on impact. Already brittle bones shattered, one flopping onto the ground, now missing a leg, the other having lost its skull. Her wings snapped tight to her body and she dove in, gripping her spear in both hands. The spear point collided with the undead missing a leg awkwardly, little trinkets of bone, claw and tooth clattering together near the tip, piercing its ribs but only mildly harming the creature. She wrenched the spear backwards, throwing the creature off the roof. It fell for a short moment before shattering on a ruin concealed by snow with a sound somewhat like dropped porcelain. She adjusted her stance and menaced the remaining undead with her spear point. Her eyes fell to the other girl. "Let us be quick and leave this place!" She cried out. |
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| Adaeze | Thu Feb 24, 2011 6:26 pm Post #2 |
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There was an eerie stillness to everything. No wind blew. Heavy snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground, collecting in extensive drifts around the bases of bone-white architecture. It felt like the weather's calmness muffled everything. Close noises felt distant. The seasonally-reappearing undead were silent. Only their bones were audible as Mosri slammed her weapon into them. She caught the blade of her naginata in the hip joint of one of them, dislocating it. The act of wrenching it out forced it off-balance. It teetered for a moment before falling, useless. More of them appeared, surrounding her. Mosri hefted her weapon parallel to the ground, spinning it in a wide arc. While the monsters' bones were far too tough to be cut, the strength of the blow opened up a gap in the group. The woman bolted through it. They lurched after her. Climbing up a secluded stairway and emerging on a high set of platforms -- remnants from an old floor foundation -- Mosri scanned the area. Save for the group that she had managed to anger, every other undead was moving through the ruins in an eastward direction, mindless. Before she could realize the implications of this knowledge, the woman noticed movement nearby. Turning, she settled into a battle-ready stance. This time, the undead that were stuck on her trail had managed to find the stairs to her vital scouting platform. She was cornered. A figure flapped up ahead. It landed on the platform nearby -- just as Mosri was preparing to engage the slow-moving group. Wordlessly, they fought. The small creature tore through each undead with magic that turned their bones brittle. The blunt end of Mosri's naginata broke ribcages and tore limbs from their attachments. Many of them fell to the ground, shattering. The girl took care of the last few with her ornately-decorated spear. Silence descended a second time. The woman stared eastward, watching the horde path through the deep snow. "Is that where the nearest village is?" she asked the smaller one, pointing. "They would be decimated. We need to distract them. I know that help will arrive in an hour. Can we survive that long?" She paused, turning toward the girl. "My name is Mosri of Nalai." Edited by Adaeze, Thu Feb 24, 2011 6:27 pm.
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| Alexandra | Sat Feb 26, 2011 5:31 am Post #3 |
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Soko leaned closer to the girl and quickly sniffed her. "Mosri of Nalai?" She murmured. Her tail swished back and forth. She glanced at the advancing horde, clicked her tongue, and looked back at Mosri. "An hour to hold that? There's two of us, Mosri of Nalai. You must be insane," Soko continued. She stepped near the roof's edge and curled her clawed feet around the rim. She jabbed her spear at the undead, bones and teeth clattered together. The long tailed demon girl smiled widely, showing off rows of carnivorous white teeth. "I'm Thousand Night Winter. I'll hold the undead back with you," She finished. She sprang up and seized the naginata armed woman around the waist. She rushed off the edge, snapping her wings open. Powerful wingbeats brought them onto one of the outermost buildings. Soko flopped over immediately, panting. "What is the plan, Mosri of Nalai? I think our best bet might be hitting them in the back. If they turn about, it'll take time. If they just keep moving, we can slowly kill them all" Soko panted. She went prone and peeked out of a drainspout, between the curved teeth of a gargoyle. "There are five that look different, taller, more...intelligent. The rest are very shambl-y," Soko observed. She pointed one out in particular, slowly making its way through a stand of trees. She vaulted over the edge into soft snow and motioned for Mosri to follow her. She crept, sound muffled by the snow. The creature struggled momentarily with a bramble patch, thorns catching into its skin and slowing it. It thrashed and swung a club at the offending plants. Soko crept closer, before lashing out and pressing the undead face first into the brambles. She stepped on it and quickly thrusted again, breaking the skull. She knelt down and quickly searched it before bypassing the brambles. She darted behind a tree and glanced out at the horde. "I think we might need to be more blatant," Soko whispered. |
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| Adaeze | Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:13 pm Post #4 |
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Remaining motionless, Mosri eyed the strange creature. "It isn't necessary to kill them all," she said. "We just need to distract them." In moments, she was seized and taken into the air. Once they reached the eastern edge of the ruins, the shamanistic girl freed Mosri from her grip. She stumbled forward slightly before stabilizing herself with her weapon. Brushing herself off, she looked over to her new-found ally. "I could have followed you on the ground." Thousand Night Winter noted that there were five of them that acted more intelligent than the rest. She then proceeded forward, disappearing over the drainspout and landing moments later with the dull compression of snow. Mosri followed a bit more cautiously, throwing her naginata over the edge, climbing down halfway, and then falling into the snow from there. Rising from the drift and retrieving her weapon, Mosri brushed herself off before rushing after the girl. By the time she arrived, Soko was kneeling by the broken body of a frozen undead. She rushed past her, hiding behind a nearby tree. She had just realized that they had to be as blatant as possible in order to distract the undead? What a strange little creature. "Aye," Mosri said, avoiding harsh words. "That is the plan." Looking around, the Blessed noticed that the undead around this area were fairly evenly spaced; not a lot of them had reached this point. The occasional waist-high snow drifts further slowed their advance. "Provoke the ones in front of us. I will get the ones behind us. Attract them here, where we can try to k-" a pained cry interrupted her orders as a large undead charged at her back. Gripping her naginata, Mosri spun her entire body around to face the aggressor, tripping it with her weapon in the process. This one had a sort of uneven quadrupedal stance, with long arms and short legs. One of its forelegs was tipped with two oversized claws that radiated with the power of winter. Mosri backed up toward her ally, showing off a pair of cuts on her back. The areas where claws touched flesh were slowly freezing, turning the wound red and eventually black. "Go," Mosri said sternly, shifting into a defensive stance. "I can heal myself. Just distract them and bring them here." Edited by Ozan, Thu Mar 10, 2011 2:38 am.
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| Alexandra | Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:13 am Post #5 |
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Soko bolted forwards as the beast fell over. She took an overhead stance with her spear and jabbed downwards. Brittle ribs cracked and black whisps spurted into the air. She kicked her spear out, narrowly missing a flailing claw. She stabbed again, quickly. The spear plunged into its skull, and with a twist of the haft it was put down. "We are better off together Mosri. We should both attack forwards together and lead them somewhere that our spears will come in handy." Soko suggested. She sprinted forwards and out of the little dip in the land. Little puffs of snow kicked up behind her as she ran across the deep ruts carved by undead. The horde was larger than she thought. It was very well spread out, but as a whole it was massive. She paused momentarily and picked her target, another bipedal. She whispered a set of magical commands and weaved together light blue energy. It came into being as a blue sphere with a slight covering of white ice. The ice flaked off as quickly as it formed, and the orb radiated deathly cold. The demoness threw it forward. Her throw was a little wide, piecing the snow and curving back out right next to the undead, striking it in the hip with a puff of snow. It collapsed, a jingle of brittle bones sliding into one another. She jogged forwards and stabbed its fallen form. TNW glanced out across the plains again, panting slightly. "Still not working." Soko murmured to herself. Her eyes fell upon one of the smart ones. Her face became a wicked, sharp toothed grin. "Mosri! Let's make our way to that one and try him! Maybe the whole pack will fall on us." She suggested. There were a few between her and her ultimate target, but she figured they wouldn't be that difficult to kill. Other than a select few weird ones, this undead pack was very human. Did these silly southerners not appease the spirits of the dead adequately? The shaman jangled her spear, little knick knacks clacking together as she advanced on an undead. It turned and raised a shield and sword. She advanced her grip farther down the haft of the spear and stabbed forwards quickly, the undead blocking. Spear tip crashed against ancient, faded shield, knocking Soko slightly off her footing. The dead man pressed the advantage, pressing Soko's weapon back and quickly bringing its blade down. She shifted aside in the nick of time, the blade missing her head and instead falling into her shoulder. She shrieked, blood flowed freely down her clothes. The undead turned. |
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| Adaeze | Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:31 am Post #6 |
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((OOC: Permission to pick up Soko was granted.)) "Fine," Mosri said, backing off and putting her weight on her weapon. Wincing from the pain of the blackened cuts on her back, she fumbled through the words of her incantation. The small book hanging from her hip opened, its pages fluttering to a specific page and the cover straining against the chain to which it was attached. The dead tissue around the slashes fell away, leaving behind pinkish, half-closed wounds. Oftentimes it took more than one casting of the spell to fully heal a wound, but this would suffice. Straightening, Mosri took up her glaive and followed after Soko. Nodding at her suggestion, she rounded around the giant undead's flank through the deep snow. By the time she was within striking distance of the colossal, frozen humanoid, it had managed to slam its blade into the girl's shoulder. Unhesitating, the Blessed drove her weapon into its back. The naginata's blade tore easily through a thin sheet of draping skin, lodging itself into its pelvis. The undead turned and raised its sword. Mosri shifted her grip on her weapon, wrenching it in further before twisting it and yanking it out. A disgusting snap-crack followed; the undead teetered mid-strike, its attack interrupted. A joint in its hip had slipped, causing its legbone to rest in an awkward place. Mosri darted out of range of a slash, clambering through the snow toward Thousand Night Winter. A few feet felt like a mile in such deep snow. Every so often, the Blessed would stop to swing her glaive at the creature, keeping its attention. Thankfully, it was fairly immobile; it could barely move its disjointed leg and hip. Emerging into one of the ruts the undead had left in the snow, Mosri tied her naginata back onto her back and broke into a run, snatching up the wounded girl in both arms. Moving as fast as she could through the network of ruts, Mosri scanned the area for a safe place to stop. The distinctive sound of frozen bones sliding against each other filled her ears; the shaman girl's plan had worked after all. A legion of undead had all changed their course. Nothing would stop their search for both of them. After creating a large distance between herself and the nearest undead, she set down Thousand Night Winter, careful to prop her body up against a tree. Mosri pulled her waterskin from her belt, tilted Soko's head up slightly, and tried to pour some of it into her mouth. "It's bad." She looked around, making sure none of them had gotten close. At the very least, she could stop the bleeding before they closed in. Maybe she could partially close the wound. The Blessed set aside the waterskin and got to work, the little book on her hip fluttering against its chain once more. Edited by Adaeze, Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:32 am.
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| Alexandra | Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:40 am Post #7 |
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Soko kept her mouth clamped shut. It hurt. Blood dribbled from her wound, falling on the snow and the back of Mosri's shirt as she was carried away. The undead stayed distant, the demon threatened them with her healthy arm and spear. After a quick rush, the demon was planted against a tree. She tried to move her arm in excruciating pain, squeaking as she did. She looked wide eyed up at the girl as she healed her. "We should get back into the city. The tight confines will force them to move slower and send less at us at a time. Hopefully your friends will arrive quickly. You can call me Soko, my shaman-name is too long," Soko suggested. She eased up the tree, holding her spear in her weaker hand. She lifted her injured arm and winced. It fell limp again. The girl rushed towards the city. Her breaths were uneven, filled with little squeaks and whines as her injured arm bounced. She entered one of the taller buildings, running up a winding staircase. At the top she could see the full extent of the horde, a sight that stole her breath. Those friends needed to come soon. She checked their situation, edging around the gaping hole in the middle of the tower. It lead to another tower by a long, slim bridge. A few buildings rose to nearly the same height, safe to jump to. "We can hold here, Mosri of Nalai. I might not be of much help," Soko warned. She gently laid her spear against a wall and stood as far as she could from where the undead would enter. She glanced to the distant bottom of the structure, shapes swarming together. They shoved each other into the walls, grinding their bones. The sound forced Soko to grimace. The creatures mounted farther up the tower, still struggling. A few fell from the stairs, crashing into the group below like skeletons of glass. They were truly mindless, with little sense of self preservation. |
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| Adaeze | Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:10 pm Post #8 |
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Mosri didn't even know how long they'd been fighting. Standing at the top of the tower with Soko, the woman pulled out her weapon once more. "I won't let you fight. They'll kill you in the state you're in." The undead drew closer, pushing into each other to get at them. Mosri stood in front of the shaman girl, keeping an eye on the entryway to the staircase. The horde emerged from the darkness, and she stepped forward. Spinning her glaive so the blunt tip faced forward, the woman fell into a steady stance and waited for the right moment. Just as the front-running undead lifted its foot to step forward onto the roof, she swept her weapon down, tripping it. Following through, Mosri lifted a leg and kicked the undead backward into the group behind it. Brittle, icy bones collided as many of them also fell, further disrupting them. Mosri turned to assess Soko's health. Something behind the girl, far in the distance, caught her attention. A small army had emerged from the surrounding forest. The pound of horse hooves could be heard from miles away as cavalry-magi cast huge cones of flame forward, melting the snow for the passage of the ballistae and catapults. Infantry marched on, guarding the precious siege engines. "They are here," Mosri said in awe. The undead recovered and proceeded forward, enraged. "Get us out of here," she said again to her ally. "We need them to blow this tower to pieces. I know you're hurt, but please try your best." Edited by Adaeze, Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:15 pm.
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| Alexandra | Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:16 am Post #9 |
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Thousand Night Winter lifted her spear and grabbed her companion by the neck of her outfit. "We'll jump from the bridge to a building." Soko suggested. She bolted across the long, slim platform joining this with the other tower. Undead creaked behind them. Undead piled out of the tower in front of them. Soko brought her spear to point at one of the buildings near the bridge. She pivoted and jumped, sailing over a five foot gap and landing ten feet down on the roof. Her wings snapped open slightly too late. She smashed into the building. The girl stood slowly, the tip of her tail moving meekly. Undead gazed across the gap as they approached the section of the bridge they jumped from. The ground shook. Mortar exploded, stones flew. Soko stared at the now topless tower. A second catapult munition struck, punching a hole in the structure. The tower slowly shifted to one side, before rapidly collapsing earthward. Snow, dust, dirt, and shattered stone filled the air, a great plume rising from the ground. Soko walked to the edge of the roof, staring down at the impenetrable cloud. The wind swept it away gradually, revealing a mass of twitching undead limbs and more coming. "More plans, Mosri of Nalai?" Soko asked through coughs. She weakly smiled. Their saviors rode into the city on horseback, striking through the undead horde as they did. Spell power and long spears struck as one. Soko mused internally that they must deal with this problem rather often. Another catapult barrage brought roaring flame, buildings set alight by whatever devilry the siege engineers had access to. Her eyes fell on the distant group of catapults, and at the small battle in front of them. She looked at their rapidly approaching rescuers, slowed now by spells from the undead. She turned back to the entrance onto the rooftop, and swore aloud. Undead had already managed to get up to them. |
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| Adaeze | Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:36 pm Post #10 |
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Coughing from the dirt and the smoke, Mosri looked over at her ally. "Thank you." The creature had saved them both. "You've done more than enough to help. I'll take you to the army's backline. They might have a healer." The shouts of men and the clatter of weapons echoed beneath them as the battle drew closer. Mosri located the external stairs built into the side of the building on which they stood. Even though they were often cracked or missing, taking the stairs was better than forcing Soko to land yet another burdened jump. She eventually reached the bottom, jumping the last two feet into a mound of snow. Her fur-lined boots had long since become soaked with water; it didn't help. Scanning for a few moments, the Blessed located the closest flank, running parallel to it through the snow. Every few seconds, she would look back at the shaman girl to make sure she was alright. If she could just hold on for a few more seconds, they could maybe heal that ghastly wound of hers. She knew that once she ensured Soko was alright, she would have to help with this fight herself. The half-healed slashes on her back ached, but they were manageable. As far as Mosri could see, the two armies were matching each other almost blow-for-blow. They needed something to tip the balance in their favor. Edited by Adaeze, Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:58 pm.
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| Alexandra | Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:22 pm Post #11 |
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Soko stumbled after her protector, who apparently was closer to their allies than Soko suspected. Her feet smashed into ancient and fresh debris hidden within fluffy snow. Her shoulder began to ache properly, with little moments of pain every step. The bleeding had started again. Men rushed around them, shouting to reinforce the front lines. Some were lightly armed, reminding her of hunters from back home. A select few ran by in armor that shone like ice, curved metal plates turning men into golems. She was led farther, to a large set of tents. Blood soaked men and women rushed about. Soko blinked a few times. "Oy, get on a bed already!" One of them shouted at her. The demon girl looked about quickly before gently laying on a bed. She laid on her back, an odd position for someone with wings and a tail. "This place is dreary, Mosri," Soko murmured. She tried to get comfortable again. The demon peeked at men and women, injured and struggling to sleep. A woman walked towards her bed, with a bag underneath her arm. "Soldier, rank and role," the brunette snapped. She leaned close to Soko, examining her shoulder. "I was just helping Mosri of Nalai, and I'm a shaman," Soko explained. The woman nodded, checking her wounds. "Aaah. You cast spells then?" She asked. Soko nodded. "Mosri of Nalai, you better leave. Your friend is going into surgery, we have to reopen the wound to clean it properly." The woman said. Soko blanched. Edited by Alexandra, Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:28 pm.
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| Adaeze | Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:37 pm Post #12 |
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Mosri gave a nod. "Thank you." She patted Soko on her healthy shoulder, giving a slight smile. "You'll be fine. It was a pleasure meeting you." With that, she exited the tent, hefting her glaive into her hands once more. Maybe after the battle, she would return to the medical tent to check on the girl's status. Since the snow had been melted by the magi, Mosri was able to break into a fast run toward the battle line. Men struggled against the undead horde, barely sustaining their current position. The apparent commander was busy commanding a cavalry charge on the flanks of the icy menace. A few of the soldiers were violently thrown backward by a short, enraged undead; Mosri quickly filled the hole in the line. Rather than having hands, the bulky creature's arm bones were layered in ice, making them into giant clubs. With a bit of space to move, the Blessed was able to dart out of the way of its slow but powerful attacks. The men who weren't wounded from being pushed onto their backs rejoined the frey; they worked together to try to bring the beast down. |
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| Alexandra | Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:30 am Post #13 |
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The woman wove a spell. Soko's eyes snapped shut. The demon girl woke up with a bandaged body. She ran her fingers from shoulder to side on the bandages, eyes on the surgeon. "Perfect. Now get back on the line," the surgeon snapped. She tugged Soko from her bed roughly, dressed her and pressed her out into the snow once more. A knight shouted and jabbed his finger towards the falling sun. "One more push, and we should put this horde down," the knight roared. The men responded alike, and marched off. Soko tagged along, gripping her spear with both arms. Her shoulder still ached, even through the numbness that pervaded her body. She stumbled after them, ever so slightly groggy. They picked their way around corpses and fallen buildings. Several of the men drew their weapons preemptively. Soko clutched her spear closer. Screams. "Charge!" The knight shouted. The men sounded off and bolted forwards, crashing into a line of the undead. Soko rushed along the line farther, until she came across where Mosri was. The undead was quite large, and seemed to be the center piece of their attack. The arms were untenable for an ice attack, so she looked elsewhere. The head probably didn't matter, the bulk of the body could probably just absorb her strikes. The creature's knees made a tempting target. She cast the spell, guiding it into the creature's knee and around Mosri's darting form. It stumbled and looked at her. Soko casted again, striking the knee once more. The effects were more pronounced, the creature dragged the entire leg to pivot. She grimaced and quickly casted a third spell as the creature stepped. It stomped down, its leg shattered. The creature fell forwards. |
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| Adaeze | Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:20 pm Post #14 |
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When the third spell shattered the brawny undead's leg, it fell onto its arms and knees. Its thick head and relatively thin neck lie prone. Mosri brought down the blade of her glaive, tearing through the bones. Its head fell, lifeless. The rest of its body struggled to orient itself. The army still surrounding it used this opportunity to pummel it to death with sword and mace. It became a lifeless heap in seconds. By the time the woman had recovered from this attack, she saw that the horde was completely demolished. Hangers-on were hunted and struck down by cheering cavalry. The commander rode by, giving a curt salute to the haggard soldiers. They began collecting the dead and the dying. Mosri turned to the shaman girl, genuinely smiling. "It was a pleasure working with you, Thousand Night Winter." She held out her gloved hand to shake. Without much of a word further, the woman turned and began walking toward the nearest village, using her weapon as a walking stick to mask a slight limp. "Maybe we'll meet again, someday," she said over her shoulder. |
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