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| Sebastian | Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:45 am Post #1 |
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Smoke hung in the air, and it was disgusting. The genasi spat onto the snow beneath his feet, trying to rid himself of the filthy taste of burning in the air. It had been months since he'd visited his home, and it was in chaos. A call to arms had brought him back here for the first time, and he could see why it had been issued as far off as Taras. The city was under full-scale siege. Thankfully, Sebastian's old home was still behind the front line and hadn't fallen into ruin. Really, it was thankful that the front line was still relatively close to the water, and that the attackers hadn't pushed far into the city yet. Rumors dictated that the city was under attack by the queen of a distant land, that Imythess had angered this other country and that Striberg was the first city to feel her wrath. They called her the White Queen, and she came from a land of terribly advanced magics and ferocious warriors. Her castle, a mighty palace of ice, had floated through the sea to latch onto Striberg, and now waged relentless siege upon the city. No one seemed to know much about the White Queen herself, except that she was a real pain in the ass. The swordsman was dressed as himself, as his acquaintances in Striberg would recognize him. He wore his pale blond hair in a messy bun at the back of his neck, and his head was crowned with a woven white tiara. As per usual, his fire-proof leathers offered his torso and feet additional protection, but over his gloomwood tunic, he wore a light-blue tunic of silk, bearing the crest of his father, a white flame and a white dragon. The tunic was lined with fur, and his shoulders were adorned with a long gray cape, reaching the backs of his knees. His legs wore a thick pair of gray pants, which were tucked beneath the fur linings on his black boots. His face was scarred, a long jagged line carved across the bridge of his nose. This was familiar to most people in Striberg, but there were new scars, too. Three long gashes had been scarred into the left side of his neck, and much of the skin of his arms and shoulders had dulled in color, turning a sickly purplish, scarred by the magical fire of Seele's daggers nearly half a year earlier. The most profound difference in Sebastian was his eyes. They had always been vibrant, but now they glowed with an unnatural icy haze, almost as if the frost element were contained within those sockets. His nightmare blade, Horrstem, sheathed at his left hip. He had waited a long time to use this new weapon, before deciding today was the day. The tattoo on his neck, the harvest insignea of Graham Sideas, prickled uncomfortably beneath his cape, warning him of the powerful frost magic in the vicinity. There were strong wizards here, on both sides of the battle. The smell of smoke here was stronger, at the seaside. Overhead, the White Army's commander, a great northern dragon, circled the battlefield. Down below, throngs of Striberg's warriors clashed with the armored berserkers of the White Army, and the satisfying clang of steel against steel rang over the cries of battle. Sebastian suspected Striberg's steel would prove stronger this day. Sebastian had been called to defend his homeland. He would. |
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| Naom | Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:08 am Post #2 |
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Kaly brushed a long strand of hair away from her face, and smiled her wicked smile. Bringing the violin back up to rest on her shoulder, she put the bow back to the strings. The Devil's Trill would do nicely, yes. Wildly bowing Quaziil's Essence, she quickly turned toward a large wave of incoming pawns of the White Queen's. A blast of concussive force seemed to appear out of nowhere, centered on Kaly, and quickly blew them back, most of them turning to run at the unexplained phenomena. A crescendo, and a surge of Unholy Power could be felt within a good thirty feet of Kalyanee in anyone who wasn't quite neutral, and definitely wasn't pious. Holding Quaziil's Essence with her chin, she let her hands loose and quickly started forming intricate gestures, muttering a few words she had picked up in her studies. After she finished the spell, but before her bow even reached the strings again, roots started sprouting up and entangling themselves in one another. Before three bars were played, a large Elemental stood beside her. It lurched foward, swiping a few more of the White Queen's peons off their feet. Kaly started walking toward the Ice Palace at a leisurely pace, the Devil's Trill still playing sharply, and a quick blast sent out against anyone who came after her. Her idea was simple. Approach one of the bridges, bust down the door to the castle, and find the Queen and put an end to her siege. After all, she wasn't getting paid to put on a show; she was getting paid to aide in fending off the White Queen. With another wicked smile, Kaly took another step toward the castle, following the large Elemental that was clearing a path for her. This is going to be too easy. |
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| Sebastian | Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:55 pm Post #3 |
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The sorcerer watched as chaos unfolded before him, war waging on his doorstep. The walls of Striberg had already been blasted away where the White Queen's palace was, replaced by great bridges of ice, suspended over the freezing ocean below by the magic of the Queen herself. Warriors clad in war-worn steel armor and white pelts poured over the bridges, brandishing axes, blades, great stone mauls. Atop the palace's icy turrets, magicians and archers pelted the battlefield with projectiles. Every now and then, a fireball would incinerate a Striberg soldier in his tracks, or an arrow would pierce the links of a defender's mail, felling him to his knees. Among the ranks of berserkers, great warriors fashioned of stone and arcana, golems animated by the White Queen's powerful magics, lumbered into the fray, their massive boulders of fists smashing into two or three Striberg defenders at a time, knocking them down like bowling pins. These golems seemed to be the targets of Striberg's magicians, as the foot soldiers seemed to avoid the golems, concentrated on pushing the berserkers back to the bridges. "I'm home," Sebastian muttered, but his voice seemed to echo through the battlefield, amplified by some dark magic running through his body, a pulse of negative energy crackling in his icy timbre. At once, a number of berserker's turned to charge the frostborne sorcerer, wielding heavy greataxes. Ending their maddened warcries, Sebastian unleashed his magics, and a second necrotic pulse overcame the battlefield, an aura of darkness now pouring from the necromancer's core. The berserkers hesitated, stopping in their tracks as their eyes widened, terror in their contracted pupils. Sebastian raised a single finger, aiming it at the middle of the three warriors, his eyes cold, his lips pursed in a sneer. Barking a word of command, a crackling bolt of darkness shot from his hand, striking the berserker and crumpling him immediately. Finally, he unsheathed the monstrous Horrstem. As the black blade was released from its prison, the fabric of reality itself seemed to shudder at its reviled appearance, the ice beneath Sebastian's feet beginning to crack and blacken. A third necrotic pulse emanated from the sorcerer as he held the dark weapon in his hand, aiming its tip directly at the assailants before him. Glancing at the corpse between them, the berserkers turned from Sebastian, fleeing from his unholy blade and scampering back up to the ice ramps where the palace met Striberg's shore. Satisfied, Sebastian lowered Horrstem, wisps of its black aura reaching towards the sky. The necromancer spoke an incantation, and with the pronunciation of its command syllable, tendrils of vile arcana crept onto the battlefield, grasping at a handful of corpses, the fallen Striberg defenders. As the shadowy tendrils were fed to the corpses, a sickly blue light came to their dead eyes, and they rose from the ground, slithering back towards their new commander. Again, Sebastian prepared the incantation, focusing his will into the corpses of three more fallen defenders. In minutes, a score of undead defenders surrounded the necromancer, armed with Striberg's steel and Death's will. Aching for battle and bloodshed, the zombies slavered, their jaws snapping, claws tearing at their own mottled flesh. Straining his will to confine all twenty corpses, Sebastian, with his company, marched on the battlefield. OOC
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| Naom | Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:13 am Post #4 |
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The fight was waging endlessly around Kaly, and quite a few times she had to stop playing Quaziil's Essence in attempts to avoid a duel that crossed her path, before finally deciding to risk taking to the sky and flying the remainder of the way to the bridge. She held Quaziil's Essence tightly as she took off, her Golem on the ground following her as swiftly as it could. Unfortunately, the plant life was scarce this close to the shore, and the Nature Golem was definitely not as strong as he could have been had he been summoned in a more hospitable environment, so he was quickly torn down by a few Mages of Striberg who didn't realize that his mindless swiping of people on the battle field wasn't as mindless as it seemed, and was, in fact, in their best interest. Letting out a long sigh, Kaly quickly flew towards the eastern-most bridge, touching down in the center of the icy surface. She hung Quaziil's Essence on her belt, and quickly wielded Rashaktah's Ascension, drawing the bowstring back to her shoulder. A ray of light from the moon that hung low in the sky quickly found its way to the bow's notch, and Kaly smirked. She was worried that the moon wasn't high enough in the sky to make use of Rashaktah's Ascension, the sun having just set about a half an hour before, but sure enough, her weapon was ready and the moon was willing. Taking aim at a guard that stood idly by the door, distracted by a leisurely viewing of a scuffle that had broken out between the two other guards, she let an arrow loose, and it swiftly found its mark in the guard's neck, right under his helmet but right above his breastplate's protection. The other two guards quickly took notice of Kaly, and broke away from their petty disagreement to take up arms. Smiling, Kaly notched another arrow as the two guards ran towards her, maces up in an attack position. She pulled back the bowstring, another ray of moonlight settling in place, before taking aim at the right guard's shoulder. Loosing the arrow, he was struck in the joint between his chest piece and his spaulders. Sadly, Kaly should've aimed for the arm that was wielding the mace, not the arm that was wielding nothing, so this shot, while incredibly painful and annoying, did nothing to stop the guard. Annoyed with the closing distance that laid between her and two armed men, Kaly started running forward, her wings outstretched, preparing for take off. Just as she approached the guards, with less than 10 feet to go, she started to launch herself...but slipped on the ice. The guards, not realizing what was happening, both started to swing at Kaly, not realizing until it was too late that she'd be on her face in moments. The maces both, thusly, missed Kaly, and instead landed squarely on each opposing guards helmet, knocking them both unconscious. Kaly propped herself up on her hands, looking back at the guards she had just slid between, and shrugged. "Well. Not exactly how I planned that going, but effective none the less!" She carefully stood on the ice, checking Quaziil's Essence for any damage that may have been done, and was glad to see that she hadn't fallen on it. Walking forward toward the castle, picking up Rashaktah's Ascension along the way, Kaly stood in front of the mammoth door the three men were guarding. "Now, to find that White Queen and see if this coin is even worth the fight." |
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| Sebastian | Wed Jan 4, 2012 5:40 am Post #5 |
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With a single, nefarious command, the battle-starved corpses were upon the White Queen's invaders, mobilizing in groups of three and four to join skirmishes and overwhelm the berserkers, who, when faced with zombies seemed to lose a tad of their battle-hardened stoicism, hesitating long enough to be trampled by a pod of undead and the Striberg defenders that either didn't notice their comrades had become zombies, or didn't care anymore. Sebastian himself held the blade Horrstem in his right hand, and approached the ice bridges himself, ignoring the carnage around him as four of his servants trailed behind him. A challenger would faec the zombies, and challengers would be rarities for as long as Sebastian had Horrstem drawn, the monstrous weapon's abysmal aura in combination with his fear spell repelling any would-be challengers, instantly dispelling years of the berserkers' experience with a glance. Sebastian's mission was ended abruptly, however, by a sudden flash of action. Before he know what was happened, the necromancer was hurdling through the air, seemingly sent whirling by a brick wall thrown directly at him. His consciousness rippled as he landed, his vision swimming, and he felt several of his servants begin to fall from the grasp of his influence, suddenly hesitating in their actions. This allowed several of them to be torn apart by berserkers who, having finally overcome the initial shock of fighting corpses, seemed to be fighting back intelligently now. Already, Sebastian could feel that at least three of his zombies had fallen in the field. His own four, however scattered by the assault of the brick wall, were still tied to his will, and still very much in condition to fight. However, the attack had failed to dispell Sebastian's curse of fear, as the berserker's however intelligently battling his servants, were still frightened of the frostborne himself. Rising to his feet, the genasi stared into the brick wall that had brought him off his feet: a hulking mass of stone and metal lumbered nearby, slowly hauling its enormous, heavy body towards him. One of the golems, animated by the magic of the White Queen herself, had made Sebastian its target. It was no surprise; the Queen's magicians, afraid to attack Sebastian themselves, labeled the sorcerer a high-priority threat and sent one of the golems, immune to his mind-affecting magic, after him. The zombies would be no help battling this monster, too stupid to fight with the tact necessary to fell such an armored foe. Much of his dark magics would prove useless too, not able to draw on a life-force that doesn't exist, or to prod at a mind that wasn't there. There was one spell, however, one of his favorites, that could prove most useful. The frostborne sorcerer barked the command for his curse of strength, waving his hand at the golem, and the spell took its toll on the metal body immediately. Suddenly, the golem's knees buckled, and the creature fell to the ground, struggling to lift its arms which were suddenly too heavy to lift. He had discovered during a battle long ago that the curse didn't need organic muscles to work, and he had effectively disabled the golem with a single spell. It wouldn't last long, however; he had to strike quickly to finish the monster. Lowering Horrstem, Sebastian drew one of the two blades he had hidden on his back, beneath his cape. The slender scimitar came free from its sheath with an almost musical whistle, but its song was a lament, a woeful song of death and agony. With catlike finesse, the swordsman flicked the tip of the blade over the surface of armor protecting the golem's back, and as if he were simply cutting cotton, Sebastian's sword bit through the steel, leaving a wicked fissure in the metal carapace. With a smirk, Sebastian sheathed the silver blade, now raising Horrstem high, gripping the hilt firmly with both hands, before bringing it down into the rift in the golem's stone flesh, the horrible blade shattered the delicate machinery within the iron body, and the monstrous construct shuddered as its source of arcana began to falter, and the titan's insides began to fall apart, the wound spreading rapidly, eating it from within. Sebastian brought his blade out of the golem's chest through the hole in its back and turned back upon the palace, muttering the incantation for another spell as his undead soldiers regrouped around him. In the field, nine of his minions still fought alongside Striberg's guard, but they were falling more quickly now. Curiously, so were the White Queen's men. |
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| Naom | Thu Jan 5, 2012 2:14 am Post #6 |
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Kaly quickly decided against using the front door. The idea of breaching the castle from one of its main entrances seemed to risky. Besides that, it just wasn't her style. Well, that's a lie, but she definitely wasn't in the mood for it. After carefully finding adequate footing on the slippery surface, she quickly took off into the air. Holding Rashaktah's Ascension in a ready position, she quickly gained altitude and started circling the castle. All I have to do is find a way in. A window, a balcony. Hell, even a crack will be enough. She cackled in her own mind, finding the idea of squeezing in through a small crack incredibly hilarious. While at first she was incredibly annoyed with the coat she had gotten from helping the G.R.I.N.C.H., once she read the note that came with it, she was actually quite amused. After a few tests with the jacket, she found that the reward far outweighed the work she had done to obtain it, and that, despite it's obnoxious colour, it was far more useful than it was ugly. After spotting a window, probably just for viewing things, considering it's size, she quickly swooped down to it and quickly found adequate footing while managing to reach her arms far enough inside to effectively hook herself to the window. With a quick squeeze, far from pushing the coat to its limits, she was inside the tower. Kaly found herself in a surprisingly incredibly large room. It was definitely bigger on the inside. A bed of mahogany wood stood to the east, decorated with ornate quilts and delicately designed pillows. Matching night stands could be found on either side, along with a matching foot locker. Tapestries draped the walls, all depicting horrific scenes of the White Queen displaying her magical prowess on helpless victims. The victims looked as if they never stood a chance, and the idiom 'like fish in a barrel' quickly came to Kaly's mind. She let a smirk cross her face, admiring the White Queen's ferocity, and quickly found herself wondering if she had chosen the right side. With a castle like this, and it presumably not being her main castle since she brought it to a siege on a well-protected town, it may turn out that the White Queen would've offered a much greater reward. The fact that Kaly murdered three guards, however, made it unlikely that switching sides would be viable, much less desirable. Kaly shrugged to herself, dismissing the idea, before making her way to the matching mahogany door of the bedroom, swinging it wide open. It wasn't until Kaly was about to step through it that she realized there was a woman there, clad entirely in an icy-white cloth that seemed frosted, enchanted. "Well, hello there, demoness. Was it a tid bit nibbly out there? Well, I'm glad you found my castle a suitable reprieve." Kaly blinked. Uh oh. |
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| Sebastian | Thu Jan 5, 2012 9:53 am Post #7 |
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As the necromancer reached his destination, he shifted Horrstem to his left hand and drew a silver blade from his back once more, this time, requiring the strength of his main hand. Before him, an ice bridge that secured itself onto a portion of the shore which Sebastian, for one, viewed as strategic for either party, allowing either a hammer for the Queen's soldiers to slam into the flanks of Striberg's defense, or a point from which the Guard could lever the other bridges free of the city and move the entire White Palace onto the defensive. Keeping Horrstem in view, and his undead soldiers at his sides, the frostborne drove the razor-sharp blade into the place where the crystalline bridge met the solid face of the iceberg. The steel, enchanted to cut through ice as if it were paper, hardly faltered as the genasi threw his weight into the maneuver, probing clean through the bridge and out the other side. With a roar of effort and a mighty heave, Sebastian wrenched the sword to the side, dragging the blade through the bridge until he had created a clean fissure from one side of the platform to the other, but he wasn't finished yet. Lifting his blade from the ice, he drove the point hard into the bridge once more, this time in the center of his first gouge, when he was struck by an immense blast of cold, a freezing wind whipping his hair about and embedding the right side of his face with a biting layer of frost. The force of the attack knocked Sebastian off his feet, away from his silver blade, and nearly into the frigid drink below the bridge. Pulling himself to his feet and gripping Horrstem tightly in his left hand, the necrolord scanned the battlefield to his right side, taking note of a group of the White Queen's mages who had finally gathered the courage to eradicate the threat that was Sebastian Rimeheart, defender of Striberg. The swordsman could tell that they were preparing a nasty wave of spells, this time, like conspiring to knock him into the sea, and Sebastian wordlessly commanded his soldiers to cover his right flank, communicating their duties through a pulse of his necrotic will alone. The marching corpses came to his left side in time for all four of them to be incinerated by the hellfire conjured by the Queen's magi, and Sebastian felt the immense heat lick at him, melting the frost from his face at once and leaving trickles of cool water running down his cheek. It was at this point that the swordsman broke into a run, barking the intricate incantation for his blessing of fluid flesh, feeling the form of his body slowly start to waver as his anatomy began to melt away, blending together into a human-shaped blob of ice-blue liquid, his features swept away, his eyes replaced by hollow black patches. Like hundreds of tiny veins coursing through his body, swirls of inky blackness ran through his limbs, converging in the center of his torso in the form of a black, heart-shaped blob. He sensed the magicians' assault come at him once more, this time, with no meat shield to cover him. An uncomfortable sensation of warmth washed over the sprinting figure as a wall of flame passed over him, leaving his enchanted body, while disoriented, unharmed. Sebastian's sprint continued into the door of the palace, his liquid body striking the great oak doors at speed, and exploding into a shower of water droplets, leaving the nightmare blade Horrstem to fall to the ground, skittering dangerously near the edge of the bridge as the wizards' final wave, a roaring blast of lightening rattled the palace door as it struck only moments after the frostborne sorcerer seemingly popped himself out of existence. Inside the doors, a puddle of filthy, bluish icewater had been splashed onto the floor of the White Queen's palace, its goopy azure surface tained by what appeared to be splashes of black ink. The company of guards within the doors, however, had little time to examine the puddle, as they were prompty knocked off their feet by the ensuing earthquake of the great oak doors being splintered by what could be described as the heaving breath of a lightening God. As if by some wretched work of miracle, the puddle suddenly converged, emerging from its dormancy on the floor as the form of a blue-skinned warrior, clad in the colors of Striberg. The figure drew a single silver scimitar from a scabbard on his back, hurling a black bolt of energy from his hand as he did so, hammering one of the Queen's palace guards square in the chest, stopping his heart instantly. Sebastian leaped through the wreckage of the palace door, retrieving his blade from the ground before turning back on the palace, throwing another black bolt at a second guard, and beheading a third with a cleaving two-handed swing of Horrstem. His curse of fear had long since worn out, his mana already nearly depleted. Three guards remained, still stunned by the explosion of the door, the apparation of the swordsman, and the horrific form of Sebastian's blade itself, and Sebastian threw the last of his mana into animating the three fresh corpses on the floor, releasing his grip on the undead soldiers in the field and sending the guards' former friends shambling after them, shrieking and howling death threats in severed fragments of broken Common. The misty blue glow fading rapidly from the genasi's eyes, Sebastian flung himself up the nearest flight of stairs, keeping his blade at the ready and his wits about him. The palace was tall enough, but after climbing several flights of stairs, and spilling the blood of several armed guards onto the White Queen's fine tapestries, Sebastian heard a voice, the voice of a woman, that nearly stopped his heart in his chest. "Well, hello there, demoness. Was it a tid bit nibbly out there? Well, I'm glad you found my castle a suitable reprieve." OOC
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| Naom | Sat Jan 7, 2012 2:00 am Post #8 |
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The White Queen reached a slender hand up to Kaly's face, the backs of her fingers gently stroking her cheek. She gave Kaly a magnificently bright smile, before turning away from her, and heading down the long staircase that lead up to the room. As she hurried down the stairs, she spoke. "Come with me, darling. We have much to do, and so little time in which to do it! I have just the dress for you to wear; the colour of you skin is absolutely perfect for the periwinkle evening gown. And your complexion, so smooth. I'll have to have the seamstress let out the seams a bit, your hips are a bit wider than the dress would accommodate, but that can be quickly fixed. After your outfitted, we'll head out to the battlefield. Oh, have mercy, my very own demonic focus! The power I'll be able to draw from you, Kalyanee." The White Queen was so used to having her way, she hadn't even stopped to consider if Kaly would oblige her. A woman of such immense power, however, hardly had to worry about such things. As it were, Kaly saw no way she could refuse the White Queen's request, and started slowly down the stairs after her. She caught up with the White Queen easily enough, and in a matter of moments, they were at the bottom of the stairs. It was an expansive room, easily 50 feet by 50 feet, and there were looms scattered around the walls, a spinning wheel near each of them. A small, aged woman woman was sitting at one of the looms weaving an incredible tapestry like Kaly had seen upstairs. Upon the women's arrival, she quickly stopped her activity and paced over to the White Queen, bowing deeply. "Get this young lady into my favorite periwinkle evening gown. I shan't have her looking like a common bandit while she's at my side. This siege shall be glorious, in both power and in sight." She spoke more harshly to her seamstress, a hint at her less inviting side; the side that was laying siege upon Striberg. Kaly quickly took her place on a pedestal as her skirt was slid off and an elegant evening gown slipped on. Her hips were, in fact, entirely too large for the dress, stretching out the material by a significant margin. The seamstress, however, quickly ran her hand along the stretched section of material, and it magically took to Kaly's form. A perfect fit. "Now then, darling. Shall we make our way to the Grand Balcony? The show is about to start." A devilish smile crossed the White Queen's face. Kaly, knowing what it was to be sadistic and cruel, could hear the fervor in her voice, and the excitement her words betrayed at the chance to slaughter countless denizens. Kaly picked up Quaziil's Essence from it's spot on a table she had been instructed to place it and nodded, incredibly confused. What the hell is going on? |
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| Sebastian | Sun Jan 8, 2012 6:38 am Post #9 |
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His heart rate increased dramatically at the sound of the White Queen's voice. There was a sort of magic that lingered in her speech, terrible and profound. Sebastian found it hard not to cling to the woman's every word as he eavesdropped from around the corner, the rippling arcane power on her breath was like a drug to him, almost obliging him to march into the throne room and submit himself to her. He was speaking to someone, a new arrival by the sound of it. She spoke with a sort of patronizing tone that could have been addressing a doll, or a puppy, but the end of the Queen's speech brought a sort of dread to the warrior's heart: "Oh, have mercy, my very own demonic focus! The power I'll be able to draw from you, Kalyanee." The Queen had acquired a new minion, a demonic mistress. The genasi was familiar with the power of the abyssal. Fiends and devils had been a fascination of his only one short year passed. He knew of their power, of their terror. And he knew that Striberg's mages were not equipt to battle a demonic horde, if such an army were the Queen's intention. Carefully, the frostborne sorcerer crept around the corner, peering into the room, only to watch a pair of women, one of them a woman wearing all white and an elaborate silver tiara, the other a winged demoness, slip through a door on the opposite side of the room. Silently, his footsteps muffled by the enchantment upon his boots, the genasi chased after the pair, keeping his eyes on the Queen, waiting. Given the opportunity, he knew a well-placed and unexpected spell could potentially slay her at once, but he doubted he had the magical energy left to conjure one. And, if botched, the result of an attempted assassination could be disasterous. He watched as the bizarre scene unfolded, as the Queen had the demon, named Kalyanee, fit into a dress. She treated this fiend as if she were her child, or as if the Queen herself were the child, and Kaly was her doll. It was bizarre, and almost embarassing to behold, but he knew that despite her childishness, the White Queen was capable of terrible acts. Sebastian would not allow his city to be razed. He had to act before they could make it to the balcony. |
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| Naom | Mon Jan 9, 2012 8:56 am Post #10 |
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Kaly followed the White Queen hesitantly. Unsure of what exactly would be required of her to be a demonic focus for the White Queen, she started worrying whether or not she'd make it out of this alive. She had learned about many necrotic rituals which utilized the blood of demons, none of which required the demon to be alive - just to bleed. A lot. Gulping, she quickened her pace, taking a position next to the White Queen instead of trailing behind her. "Excuse me, my excellency, but what is required of me to aide you?" She spoke with respect as not to anger the White Queen, and kept a modest face; however, inside, all she was thinking was how to escape the White Queen, or kill her if she could. "It's simple, really. You're not required to do anything other than stand beside me. I know what you must be thinking, but no. There will be no physical sacrifice required. I simply require proximity. Being close to you is as good as being in the demonic plane. I'll be able to play by a completely different set of rules. Though, it may be in your best interest to also perform with me. You see, I'll have no use for you after the siege, unless, of course, you pass a brief test before we begin. I'm sure you're familiar with your powers. Your closeness with your violin can attest to that. Well, there are others like you; others with the gift of music. Personally, I sing. So I have a small test to see if you can be useful to me later. Then, I may let you live." As the White Queen spoke, she changed direction, quickly leading Kaly to a flight of descending stairs. As they made their way down, Kaly could feel the air grow cold. The thick air was stale and smelled of decay. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, Kaly looked around in awe. They were in a dungeon, easily hundreds of feet in length and width. It was entirely open with no signs of either cells or torture devices. But what awed her more were the hundreds of undead shambling about. This White Queen quickly whispered archaic words and slid a finger over her heart, then repeated the same thing on Kaly. As if answering the look on Kaly's face, the White Queen smiled. "It's a protection spell. The undead won't even know we're here. Let me see your violin, please?" With no other options, Kaly handed the White Queen her violin. Whispering more words and letting an icy breath blow over Quaziil's Essence, the ancient wood shimmering with magic. She handed Quaziil's Essence back to Kaly, smiling. She quickly reached into her brassiere and retried a single piece of paper. Unfolding it, it was revealed that it was a sheet of music. "We shall make a song together. I've enchanted your violin with a magic that will allow you to control undead. Let's see if you have what it takes to stay alive. Shall we?" She motioned toward the center of the dungeon, a smile crossing her face. |
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| Sebastian | Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:37 am Post #11 |
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Sebastian slipped on enchanted ring as he followed behind the two women, only several meters behind them. His enchanted leathers muffled the noises of his movements, and his ring would make him disappear from view, completely invisible to the White Queen and her fiend. Unless one of them cast a spell to detect the presence of undead beings, or shared the same profane sight that Sebastian had, he was compltely undetectable to the women's senses. Silently, carefully, he followed after the pair, listening to the White Queen's every word, his frozen knife drawn, waiting for one little slip, one opportunity to slit her throat. As the Queen navigated the palace, leading Kalyanee and Sebastian to some secret place, the genasi tried to keep a mental map in his mind, should he need to escape. He was quite certain he could retrace his steps to find the exit whose door had already been blown open. However, he knew retracing his steps would not be the most efficient way out, and that he had to be strategic should the need to flee arise. He could only preditct, however, where the hallways and staircases unexplored might lead, and with little accuracy. He prayed the palace didn't have too many dead ends. In his noting their location, though, Sebastian was certain of one thing. The Queen wasn't taking Kaly to the balcony. In fact, they had been descending, towards the basement if anything, and it wasn't long before they came to an enormous descending staircase. The sorcerer could practically smell the necrotic energy seeping from below. The place beneath them was a cursed place; Sebastian recognized the flow of negative arcana as it flooded his scenses, even pooring into his own store of mana through the air around him. He felt his magical energy replenishing itself, but he would only be able to use his darkest, most profane arcana here. As they descending the decrepit stair, Sebastian found that the cellar beneath was crawling with zombies, the monstrous servants of the White Queen. Evidentally, this dark Queen was more than she appeared, clearly a powerful necromancer, and the blood drained from Sebastian's cheeks as he considered this. He couldn't possibly challenge this woman in a test of her abilities. While she was likely no more competent in necromancy than he was, there were things viler than the undead in her arsenal. He could practically smell the arcana wafting from her, its potency overpowering even the obnoxious perfume she slathered on her snow-white skin. |
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| Naom | Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:36 am Post #12 |
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Kaly quickly shuffled to the center of the room. Unbeknownst to her, the spell for protection was really just a fail-safe. The White Queen was in complete control of these Undead if she so wanted, but in order for the enchantment on Kaly's violin to work, no influence could be exerted on them. Ergo, the White Queen was only temporarily relinquishing control for the purpose of this demonstration. Not knowing any piece that was a duet but one, Kaly gently brought Quaziil's Essence up to her chin, the bow taking its usual place on the strings. As she started playing, the White Queen took a spot directly to her side, starting her flawless recital of the piece she, too, seemed to know. The sheet she had taken out of her bosom was let go, and it quickly started circling her, in tempo with the music. In a matter of seconds, all of the undead quickly started shuffling, except now, they seemed to be coordinated. Shifting from their make-shift clusters, they slowly lined up in precise rows, all of them facing the northern wall. During a crescendo, they all turned to face the south wall and took two steps forward. The White Queen was clearly demonstrating her prowess over the undead, but Kaly still didn't understand what exactly she was supposed to do in order to control them, so she simply kept playing. You are to do nothing. You're performance is supposed to augment my abilities, but it seems to not be working. Either you're not powerful enough to be of use to me after this siege, or you aren't playing as well as you can. The words echoed in Kaly's mind even as the White Queen sang, a flippant display of her mental and physical prowess and concentration. Knowing that this woman could quite probably crush her single-handedly in a matter of moments, Kaly started bowing Quaziil's Essence more vigorously, attempting to pure emotion into the song. As she did so, all the undead started shambling off into their own directions, in complete disarray. |
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| Sebastian | Fri Jan 13, 2012 12:59 am Post #13 |
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Sebastian watched in horror as the Queen and Kalyanee began their duet, the demoness playing a stringed instrument while the wicked queen sang. The song was haunting, beautiful, and dissonant, and the genasi found himself being absorbed into the song, losing himself in the melody. As his mind floated away, absorbed in the arcane symphony, Sebastian's body began moving without his knowledge. Joining the ranks of the undead, the sorcerer maintained his invisibility for as long as the ring was on his finger, but he began marching just as the living corpses were, somewhere at the end of one of their lines. He was indetectable to the zombies, but a fine-tuned and battle-tested sense of coordination kept him from being trampled beneath them. As the song changed, Kalyanee's playing becoming more liberal, more chaotic, Sebastian felt his consciousness flicker back into him as his body was jolted around. The beauty of the music lost on his ears, if only for a moment, if only long enough for him to escape the pull of its trance. He recognized the notes of the Melodic Muse. This song was controlling the zombies, and to an extent, Sebastian himself. Dropping the ring from his finger and letting it slip into a pocket at his waist, the frostborne warrior drew the sword of misery, Horrstem, shouting the command--a single, blasphemous syllable--for an ability that required next to no magical energy, an ability that came with his steady transformation into a necro lord. His necrotic will pulsed from his body, sending a ripple of his malign influence throughout the cellar, wrestling control of the zombies from the demoness and her White Queen as he charged directly at the Queen, his nightmarish blade held before him, a twisted expression of fury on his features. The zombies, while perhaps only under his control for a matter of moments, shifted in rank, and lurched to follow Sebastian's charge, their filthy, rotted claws reaching to grasp at the White Queen as they screamed with the rage of their twisted, condemned souls. For now, the genasi would ignore the fiend, until he could properly assess her as a threat. |
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| Naom | Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:00 pm Post #14 |
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Kaly reacted as quickly as she could at this man's attack, turning towards him and quickly activating her Blasting enchantment, selectively ignoring the White Queen from its effects. She turned away from him then, and made a mad-dash toward the opposite end of the great dungeon. His blade instilled her with an incredible sense of fear, and while he may have been lunging for the White Queen, Kaly could only guess that she was next. While she made sure to stay within range for Quaziil's Essence to still be effective, she was definitely cowering, in every sense of the word. The blast from Quaziil's Essence did it's job. Well, sort of. Quite a few of the undead were knocked back, though Kaly wasn't in the correct position to see its effects on the blade-wielding lunatic. Or savior, she still hadn't decided. She did know, however, that whatever the effect of her Blasting enchantment had on the man, it wasn't enough to stop him, since the White Queen yelled out in a furious screech, and Kaly saw blood beginning to drip from her arm onto the ground. "You hapless fool! How dare you attack me in my own domain!" She spun around in place, and quickly flashed from view, appearing again near the entrance of the dungeon. Her eyes had taken on an enraged look, and her face was morphed into an insane snarl. Muttering and waving her hands, the air around her started crackling with mana-infused energy. She was definitely casting a hefty spell, and Kaly quickly became worried whether or not it would affect her, too. Taking attention again to the nameless assassin, Kaly took a different approach. She felt it'd be moot to attack the White Queen in her own defense, and she felt that the only way to save herself from any collateral damage was to eliminate the threat that had set the White Queen off. Making sure she was at a valid distance, Kaly triggered the Pain enchantment on Quaziil's Essence, hoping to catch the attention of the man and the beasts in the chamber that were close enough to be captivated by her performance. The choice had been made. This man may have been Kaly's only solace from the White Queen's storm, but if he were to continue in this manner, Kaly may be worse off as an aside from the battle that was now taking place than if she just helped the White Queen. OOC Battle Explanation:
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