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| Lost and Found; [p] Sebastian | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sun Jul 3, 2011 6:34 am (649 Views) | |
| Nia | Sun Jul 3, 2011 6:34 am Post #1 |
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The night was cool and quiet... too quiet. A small group of would be heroes were bravely creeping about quietly in the crumbling remains of some long past civilization. Marble and dust, stone and rust, and many a weed thrived here. Much of the area had been reclaimed by the wilds long ago. However, the small party was more concerned with unnatural residences. There was rumors on a particularly powerful undead in the area. That's why they had brought a priest with them. The priest was leading the way when quite abruptly, that changed. He rather quickly vanished, right into the ground... Then a skeletal hand rose from the ground. With a roar, the rest of the group charged, only to find themselves at the edge of a mob of undead pulling themselves from the ground. At the far edge was the building they had been looking for, and a robed figure stood there. It pointed at the group and uttered a single command. "Attack." The zombies did so. One by one, the members of the party started to fall. "Retreat! Regroup!" shouted a fighter and took off deeper into the ruins. A ranger took off as well, bounding up on top of what had once been a wall. There was a broken monument further back that they had agreed to meet at if something separated them. The ranger headed that way. The other members, well... they might still be alive... -------------- Nia had hidden in the forest during the day. She hadn't wanted company and for the most part she was feeling rather disappointed. However, there was a unique sound on the air tonight. Combat. She was curious as to who and if any survivors would be of any use to her. She made her way towards the sound. She didn't want to interrupt anything. She would rather wait for the sound to die down before seeing who or what was left. ((OOC: please feel free to post what ever you wish for the NPCs I have mentioned above.)) |
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| Sebastian | Sun Jul 3, 2011 7:28 am Post #2 |
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"Bloody morons! Fight back! They look tough but they're all bones and smell!" Sebastian yelled into the night. He had been travelling with a company of adventurers, and none of them could fight to save their lives; and weren't. His swords had been out the moment the priest was gone, and even when most of the group fell to the undead horde, he stayed standing, his blades whirring and twirling like a deadly silver windmill, but it was for naught, because before long, Sebastian found himself surrounded by zombies, corpses, and none of his living companions. "Dammit," he muttered, and his blades were away as he took a few steps back, trying to find an escape route. The throng of monsters had become larger than he originally thought, and he found very little room for escape. He wondered if they'd still be able to sense him if he were invisible, and closed his left hand into a tight fist, allowing the magic of his ring to flow up his arm and through his body as he slipped away from visibility, becoming perfectly camouflaged with his surroundings. It seemed as though his escape route would work, as the undead seemed to falter momentarily, their primary sense of sight suddenly failing them. "He's still there; he's only hidden from those with living eyes: Find him." Sebastian scanned the area once more, desperation filling him. He usually had a level head in battle, but he was feeling panicked. He didn't have long before they found him again, so he had to act quickly. He had to get to the broken monument. He wondered if they thought he was dead already; he wondered if they were all dead already. He fled. The sound of his footfalls seemed to trigger something in the zombies, as they suddenly moved as one, perking up, looking around, snorting and sniffing the air like hound-dogs, disgusting, putrid hound-dogs. They lurched towards him. They knew he was there. Maybe they didn't know his precise location, but they knew where to lurch towards. He could escape. He knew he could escape. Still, he was uneasy. He was uneasy, and then he was free. He was running along the edge of the woods when he came to the old damaged monument. He saw the fire before he saw the monument, but he knew he had found camp. However, he had forgotten he was invisible. |
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| Nia | Sun Jul 3, 2011 11:47 pm Post #3 |
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Nia was just looking for a good place to stand when a fighter came running along her path and would have run her over if she had still been on the road. "Hey! You! I need your help! There is a being here that is trying to kill all my friends! It's a lich, and it's supposed to be not too powerful, but it snuck up on us, and..." before she could protest, he grabbed for her arm and dragged her with him. She wanted to protest, but she wasn't sure exactly what a lich was or why this man had decided she was going to help him without her saying so. Only two others were at the camp itself, though they seemed more concerned with how they were then the attack itself. From the way the fighter was rambling, they were fighting some type of zombie and ran off shortly after the fight had started. She was disappointed. Zombies were useless. They had no power she could use to heal herself and they had already died once. "I found someone to help us!" He declared as he came upon the other two with her in tow. "You know any healing spells?" one of them asked hopefully. This was who this man thought she would help? What for? Was there anything in it at all for her? "No. What are you trying to do again?" she asked, pulling her arm free from the man's grasp. Just because she was in the area she was going to help them? How did people come up with these ideas? "Well, there is a lich just down that way who is supposedly immortal, but to find out how or why, we have to get past his undead army." Undead army? That got her attention. Something like that... she might be able to use. She smiled. "Ok, so what are you all doing here?" "We lost our undead tracker..." the fighter blurted out. "Don't be an ass." The person who had not yet spoken said, not bothering to look up from inspecting arrows. "He is, was, a priest." She crossed her arms. Who were these people and what exactly were they waiting for. |
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| Sebastian | Mon Jul 4, 2011 9:34 am Post #4 |
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Sebastian came upon the camp, seemingly, at the same time as another adventurer, a stranger. In his invisibility, he observed as the woman was introduced to the now rather small party. Sebastian's company had shrunk to a size of 3, besides himself. With him, and the newcomer, that made 5. There were five of them, and Gods-know-how-many zombies, and more were probably being animated as they spoke. The lich was in possession of a powerful army already, and probably had hundreds of corpses at his disposal. "He is, was, a priest," one of the company said as Sebastian arrived, now close enough to make out words of the conversation. "I'm starting to doubt that," Sebastian cut in casually, considering he had just fled a rather sizable mob of abominations. Saying this, he became suddenly aware of the fact that his ring was still granting him invisibility, and so he dismissed the enchantment and allowed his figure to come back into view of the naked eye. "Who's the new girl?" he asked, moving closer to the monument, careful to stay far away from the campfire. His hood was down as he'd just been running, and his white hair fell messily to the sides and back of his head, parted messily in the middle of his scalp. His bright eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman who he'd never seen before, sizing her up, wondering if she'd turn out treacherous-like the priest. |
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| Nia | Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:06 pm Post #5 |
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"She has offered to help." the fighter said. No I didn't. she thought, but she kept it to herself. This was an odd situation and as she didn't believe in things like chance, she simply assumed that there would be something useful in this arrangement. Besides, the newest man was... interesting. He had blue skin and white hair like herself. However, she had never seen a man with that appearance before. Other snow maidens, yes... but all snow maiden's were female, like the Nymphs... What race was he, did he have a connection with ice and snow like herself? She wanted to ask, but knew it would be best not to do so right now. Instead she gave a small introduction. "I'm Nia. I use storm magic, but I've never used it against undead. If there are a lot of them though, we should see about picking them off and I can see how well my spells work on the smaller groups." She leaned on her staff some, her gaze falling on Sebation again, her curiosity drawing more questions to mind. Not one question seemed suitable at this time. However, it did explain a little of the fighter's reaction to herself. "Agreed." Said the ranger, who returned the arrow to its quiver. "I vote for a change in leadership though. I think that was a stupid move." The ranger stood up and pushed on the fighter's shoulder. Turning to Sebastion the ranger continued, "You didn't panic like him, you lead us." |
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| Sebastian | Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:59 am Post #6 |
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The new girl was intriguing to Sebastian. She had an aura of cold about her that immediately attracted the swordsman to her. Her skin was like his, azure blue, and her hair frost white. She, like him, was from the North. He didn't have a doubt about that, but if she was from Striberg, she didn't get out much. Sebastian had never seen her before in his hometown. "Zombies are just filthy fleshbags, no muscle, no endurance. I say call down some lightning and blitz them to the nethers," Sebastian muttered dismissively, rolling his broad shoulders. He didn't move from his position against the monument. "You didn't panic like him. You lead us," the ranger said to the swordsman after his proposition of sacking the fighter and replacing him with Sebastian. The fighter shot a look of malice their way, before surrendering, nodding his head in agreement. "It's true. Thanks to me we're worse off than we were when we started," the fighter said, somewhat dejectedly. Sebastian sighed and shrugged again, staring at the slowly rising moon, not making eye-contact with any member of his party as he opened his mouth to speak. "As for my electoral speech, consider yourselves the elite. You're the last ones standing, the cream of the crop. We're the ones that used our brains, our brawn, or our fate to get us out of there in one piece, so don't think of what happened back there as an accident or a mistake. That was the qualifier, so lighten up," Sebastian spoke with a certain command of the language that was unusual for him. It was bizarre what a position of leadership could do. He strode away from the monument now, and stood directly behind the ranger who had nominated him, still keeping his distance from the daunting campfire. "If we're going to make it through the zombies, we're going to need either extreme firepower or extreme stealth. Judging by our earlier performance, we've only got the first one of those things, and she came to us in a neat little blue-and-white package." Sebastian, and the rest of the party with him, now turned his gaze to Nia, the Ice Maiden. "What do you think?" he asked, prompting her to suggest a plan of action. |
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| Nia | Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:32 pm Post #7 |
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Nia wondered who else had started out with them. She also thought that having the fighter lead had been stupid. He was a human and humans were always foolish. The ranger looked elven or perhaps half-elven, so there was some logic there. She was thinking back to what races she knew with blue skin and white hair though. He seemed to be avoiding the fire too. While she had no love of fire, normal fire was of no real threat to her. One spell would vanquish it forever. It was magical fire she feared. She kept her own consul on that though. That and she needed to be careful not to stare. She looked away from the group, half listening to what was being said. There was movement out there. The undead were no doubt coming near. then the words mentioned blue and white and she looked back to the group to see them looking at her. She had missed a bit of the conversation, only half paying attention. However, it didn't matter much. "I don't think it matters what I think. We don't have more time to plan, they are already here." she gestured to the zombies now ambling into view. "Skallet" She snapped, dumping her summoned water on their fire to smother it and climbed up on top of the broken monument's platform. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. She would first have to call on a storm. She shifted her drum from behind her to the front, leaning her staff against the broken statue. She ran her fingers over the stretched skin, bringing a vibration and life to it. She felt a reply, deep and soothing. There was a storm near, it was coming... The ranger joined her atop the platform, on the other side of the broken statue and drew back the bowstring to get as many shots off as possibly before needing to fall into melee. |
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| Sebastian | Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:13 am Post #8 |
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Sebastian's question was answered with something he didn't expect, and he scanned the distance where Nia pointed, noticing the lurching zombies in the distance, only bulbous silhouettes against the gray backscape. Sebastian's eyes were adjusted to the northern landscape, so his nightvision was generally poor. When the fire was extinguished, Sebastian was mixed with relief and fear at not being able to identify friend from foe in the darkness, the first time he'd felt genuine fear in weeks. Sebastian drew his blades in a flash and faced the direction he knew the zombies were coming from. He stood aside the fighter, who also had his weapon, a two-handed claymore, drawn and ready to put to use. The moon was bright enough to illuminate the clouds above as grayish blobs in the sky, and as Nia played her drum behind him, it seemed that the clouds were becoming more in number, and closer together. The distant zombies were coming closer, and as Sebastian's blue eyes adjusted to the darkness, he found their features becoming clearer, too. There was at least a score of them, and they shuffled forth slowly, with the occasional sudden surge forward. Despite the arrows flying from behind, the zombies did not fall. They simply allowed the wooden shafts to become new parts of their recycled bodies as they lumbered forward, not giving pace. The majority of the zombies were small and unremarkable, except for one, who traveled in the back of the pack. It was surrounded by smaller zombies on all sides, and Sebastian supposed that this one was the captain of this particular pod. It was taller than the rest of them, probably eight feet tall, and wore a horned helmet on its skeletal head. Its eyes burned blue-white, like stars, and most of the flesh on its yellowed-bone skull had melted away. Its arms were impossibly long, nearly dragging on the ground, and it weilded a mace that was nearly the size of a small person in its giant, bony hand. On its left arm, it wore a sizable tower shield that the towering skeleton could wield like a buckler given the length of its massive arms. It was fitted with rusting iron chain mail that looked far too small for its oversized body, and its shoulders and other joints were covered with thick beast hides, animal features still discernable on the cured pelts, that seemed to be grafted onto the monster's rotting flesh and cracking bone. Sebastian sized up the colossal undead captain, wondering if he would be able to handle the thing by himself if the rest of his party failed him. |
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| Nia | Fri Jul 6, 2012 5:39 am Post #9 |
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The storm was slow to form. It was not supposed to rain this soon and Nia could feel it in the air. She would have to do a little more to call up a proper storm. Nia wondered if she had enough time. Rain started to fall, slowly at first, and flashes of lightning were visible in the dark clouds above. Rolling thunder echoed after the lightning. No, the storm was not ready yet. She needed to stall some more. Keeping one hand on the drum skin, sustaining the magic of the storm, she closed her free hand into a fist. It took a moment for her to discern the party from the undead. Her night vision was not good, but she was about to make it hard for everyone to see clearly. If she struck true though, the others could attack following her... "Osvetlenie" she said, and opened her fist as if throwing something at the zombies. Lightning arched blue-white in the night. For a moment, the entire battlefield was visible. Sharp contrasts of bright light and black shadows. Her target was burned to a crisp. She blinked a few times and saw it smoldering some as it fell. What did you know. Lightning did seem to work well. She was glad the darkness hid her grin.
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