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Purge; [GRP] [P] Elissandra
Topic Started: Tue Dec 6, 2011 8:33 pm (603 Views)
Rin
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She had visited these ruins before, a number of times. Something about the dilapidated structures filled her with a sense of great sadness, which was quite unusual. There was very little in the realm of Imythess that could dent Rinrae Dromigg's bubbly, enthusiastic attitude. The girl looked up at the broken surface of a once-great cathedral, her blue eyes distant. She was an artificial construct, a being created by a sentient book known as the Grand Grimoire for the sole purpose of hunting down and reclaiming its lost pages. The quest had dragged her across the width and breadth of the country numerous times, but she did not mind. The constant traveling gave her plenty of chances to sate her boundless curiosity, and she had made some good friends in the meantime. Yet the pull of the Grimoire's pages was always in the corner of her awareness, tearing her attention away from her current pursuit and demanded she return to her quest. At the moment, one of the reality-bending pages was close, secreted away within the ruins of a forgotten civilization. Rin sighed softly and continued to dress through the ruins, attempting to focus on exact location of the page. Dallying would do her no good.

A rustling from ahead caught her attention, and the construct slowed her pace as she peered through the gathering dusk. Rin did not look like a being that had been created as the pinnacle of human performance, but looks could be deceiving. She was much stronger and faster than an average mortal, with preternatural reflexes and a disquieting intensity. Furthermore, she had augmented her own natural gifts by mentally downloading the fighting style of mythological heroes into her muscle memory, transforming her into a deadly fighting machine. Yet her appearance was that of a naive, slender teenager with beautiful features and golden blond hair. Her only garment was a simple cotton dress, with silvery ribbons wrapped around her forearms and shins and a leather satchel looped over one shoulder. She slipped one hand into its pouch now, fingers gripping around the hilt of the longsword hidden within. Rin knew that danger stalked these ruins, and she did not plan on being caught unawares once more.

The entity that emerged from the wrecked building was unlike any she had ever seen. It was clearly an undead, with its flesh ripped in numerous places and a hole passing all the way through its torso. Its flesh was bone-white and seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it were frozen. Huge clumps of its hair had fallen out, leaving patches of exposed bone from where its scalp had rotted away. One eye was missing entirely, leaving a vacant socket. Ragged clothing was wrapped around its torso and limbs, evidence of its long internment within a grave or cairn. The girl pursed her lips in distaste at the grotesque sight, but she did not seem to be afraid. Rin had fought against far more formidable opponents than a single, lumbering undead. The girl quickly drew the longsword from its sheathe, the honed edge glimmering as she nimbly twirled the blade. The creature did not even seem to notice, simply continuing its staggering advance towards the girl. She rushed forward, stabbing at its unprotected neck.

She was completely unprepared for the steel point to rebound from the flesh with a metallic ring, leaving her completely unprotected. Rin recovered quickly, twisting her hips to avoid the claw-like hand of the undead as it slashed at her body. She turned the movement into a spin, adding the force of her momentum to her second attack. This time the blade bit into the frozen flesh, severing the undead's spine as she dragged it through its neck. The corpse slowly toppled to the ground, its head rolling away in the opposite direction. The construct straightened, staring at the frozen corpse with a slight frown. She could not sense any of the Grimoire's power in its flesh, but clearly some unnatural force was at work here. A soft shuffling sound made the girl look up. The outskirts of the path were crowded with zombies, their gruesome visages fixed on the trespasser. The corners of Rin's mouth curled up into a slight smile as she lowered into a fighting stance, preparing to cut through the crowds of undead to find the page that called to her.
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((OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply @.@))

Elissandra walked with her thumbs hooked in her sash, her sword bouncing against her thigh, and a soreness in her legs. The trip from Taras had been unexpectedly hard on her body. It had been some time since she'd accepted the offer to join the Tarisian military. So long that she'd nearly forgotten the reason she left the Deep Cities entirely. Seeing Imythess was a hobby she missed sorely, and the vacation offered to her by the captain seemed the perfect opportunity to indulge.

Night had fallen, something she normally loathed to let happen without knowing she had shelter and a meal. But she neared the Ruined City, and the excitement was simply too much for her to bear waiting in a dingy tent beside the road.

A single column loomed ahead, split by lightning. Realizing she'd come to the city, she squinted at her surroundings, seeing faintly where a wall had once stood. Passing the stone, Ellie slid her fingertips along its pitted surface. There was history here. An entire civilization had once lived behind these walls. Politicians, priests, carpenters, blacksmiths, mothers, children.

Elissandra's eye glimmered as she walked among the fallen stones, moss-covered buildings, and rusted iron scraps. She painted a picture in her head of the city as it might once have been, filled with normal people. Unable to hide her smile, the woman banished any thoughts of finding somewhere to sleep and pressed on, fatigue forgotten. She fell into her own little world, time losing all meaning to her.

As she followed an imaginary girl with brown curls and blue eyes, a heavy feeling set in deep in her breast. As she followed the fake little girl, a chill ran up her spine as she forgot about the rest of the pretend world, following the girl through the streets, a large building looming before her. Time had taken its toll on the cathedral. But it was certainly a grand structure nonetheless. To her surprise, they didn't enter the building, but around it, to a graveyard sitting in its shadow. Ellie felt herself stiffen as fear colored her features. Feeling compelled to do so, she followed the girl to a small headstone, unremarkable in almost every way. She watched the girl bend down, pulling a doll from her skirts and setting it on top of the stone. Elissandra felt the compulsion fade away, surrealism of the experience melting away. But the doll remained, laying on the stone looking time-worn.

The worst part of it all was the doll was still warm.

Ellie held it in her hand, staring at the button eyes. Entranced by the toy, she didn't notice what was hobbling in her direction.

A hand gripped her shoulder, and Ellie's first instinct was strike. Turning her body, she gripped the wrist in her left hand, pausing at how skinny it was, and how go-awful cold It was, like gripping an icicle. It dug its fingertips into the meat of her shoulder, just before the metal started. Hissing, Ellie backed her elbow into the torso behind her and flipped the creature. The zombie hit the ground, skull ramming the girl's headstone with a sick sound like the ice over a lake spiderwebbing.

Backpedaling from the corpse, Ellie hid a squeak as it began moving again. Turning around, she ran for the cathedral, noticing the humanoid shadows just beyond her line of sight, faint outlines. Metallic rings came from ahead. Drawn to the sounds, Elissandra fell into a sprint, making for whatever or whoever was fighting these creatures. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than another living being on her side.

She didn't know what she expected, but it was most certainly not the dainty-looking girl with the blade, spinning and decapitating one of the creatures cleanly. She was small, young, and looked all-too-skilled. Her confusion was immediately set aside as a creak came from behind her, turning on her heel and driving her right fist at head-level. It connected with a jaw, the blow clean enough to shatter the mandible. It fell back, giving her an opportunity to see exactly what it was she was up against. It mouth seemed misshapen now, jaw hanging oddly. But that was the least of the creature's nightmarish qualities. There was a frost-looking gash along its neck, many parts looking dried out or even missing, showing bone or just a dark cavity.

Stepping in, Ellie pressed the attack, slapping at the zombie's head hard enough to move it off-balance, throwing her weight behind a right hook to the torso that cracked through the chitin-like shell its frozen flesh formed. The horror of her position struck her immediately, throwing the creature off her arm. Scrambling toward the teenager, she clutched at her waist, threading her gloved metal fingers through the holes of a set of iron knuckles. Snapping the leather cord holding it to her belt, she gripped it tightly.

“Friend?” She asked, sparing the girl a glance before returning to searching her surroundings. As she spoke, she became aware of the shadows around them. She'd always seen them, but hadn't quite noticed their shape.

They were surrounded.

Hissing, Ellie spread her feet, lowering her torso as one of the creatures fell into a rush at her. Cocking her fist back, Ellie drove her fist at its center of mass. As the blow connected, a shockwave of raw force blasted the creature back the way it had come. A small ember of reassurance lit in her, taking solace in the fact the weapon worked.
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The construct heard a series of footsteps directly behind her, spinning to prepare for the next undead. Her eyes widened when she saw that the figure before her was not another zombie, but rather another visitor to the ruins. She managed to stop her attack bare inches from the woman's neck, her lips curling up in a small, sheepish grin. "Um... sorry about that!" There was a cheerful intonation to the words that seemed alien and foreign in the desolate, undead-saturated ruins, but Rin was never one to let her surroundings bog her down. She giggled at the woman's offer, nodding cheerfully. "Friends! My name is Rinrae, but-" The greeting was cut off by the appearance of another zombie, clawing at her with its frozen fingers. She fell backwards to avoid its questing fingers, catching herself with one hand. At the same moment she brought up the sword, impaling the undead straight through the stomach. She tried to wrench the sword to one side in order to tear the creature in half, but its icy flesh resisted her strength. Instead she kicked upwards with both feet while balancing on one hand, sending her foe staggering backwards. She hissed in discomfort as the soles of her feet came into contact with the zombie, the unnatural cold that had raised it from the dead spreading through her lower legs.

"- you should call me Rin!" She finished the greeting as if there had been no interruption, bouncing to her feet with only a small wince betraying the aftereffects of coming into contact with the undead. Clearly, it would be best to defeat them without physically touching them. The construct did not seem dismayed by her lack of a weapon or the surrounding horde of moaning enemies. In fact, she seemed more excited than anything. Rin held one hand out, her fingers slightly curled as if she held another weapon in her palm. In the next moment, she made that fact a reality. "Spear of Lugh." There was a soft pop! as air was displaced, reality being shifted in a subtle manner to allow her the use of the mythological polearm. It was six feet in length from tip to butt and was crafted out of a strange, rusty red metal. A manacle had been affixed to the shaft, but the chain had been sundered after a few links. Celtic symbols were inscribed on the spearblade, the name of its original owner written in a flowing script.

The girl shifted her stance to accommodate for the strengths of her new weapon, watching the surrounding undead with a calculating gaze. "So, what brings you here?" She darted forward, stabbing at the closest zombie as soon as she was within range. The spear skewered the creature, sinking into its stomach. Rin placed her feet wide apart, yanking with all of her power. The undead yowled in frustration as it was lifted from the ground, the construct's unexpected strength allowing her to throw it into the air. It was sent flying away from the two females, tumbling through a crowd of its comrades and bowling over several of the zombies. Although the deep wound in its stomach did not seem to impede the creature, the true extent of the damage was not immediately apparent. The Spear of Lugh was bloodthirstiness incarnate, and it would not be denied its proper due. The edges of the injury began to crumple, the icy flesh atrophying at an advanced rate. Rin nodded in satisfaction as the zombie collapse, its chest cavity rapidly deteriorating from the fell enchantment on the spear.
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