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Dinnertime; [P]Akala
Topic Started: Thu Mar 21, 2013 8:32 pm (1,635 Views)
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"Yeah, uh, um, maybe, but ah...ow," Goby rubbed at his head.

"Maybe?!" Part of Akala's mind thought, "All that and he only maybe wants to pick it up again? What's wrong with him?"

The rest of her stepped on that part really hard. She was sure he didn't mean it like it sounded. Not by the way he was kissing her.

"Ah guess that one girl knocked me out? Dammit, Ah knew Ah shouldn't have trusted her, but yoo weren't waking up, and she said she had a cure, and ah..."

"...were an idiot. Got it," she thought, but didn't say aloud.

"But yoor awake now, and they've left us alone," he whispered. Her mind followed the logical thought pattern from that statement and the rest of her didn't mind. Well, the logical, survivalist part of her was unhappy, but the rest of her....

"So, we can take out anyone outside the door and head to the beach, or at least the ocean. We should be safe - "

Akala closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose and restrained a frustrated sigh. She completely missed Goby going for the wall until he smacked into with an electric crack. When she looked back at him, he was laying on the floor and trying to clear his head by shaking that tousled hair of his.

"So, ah," he said, glancing over at her, "Ah'm hoping yoo have another plan?"

She shook her head and bit her lip. Truth told, it was still really hard to focus, though her headache and residual dizziness was pretty much gone now, she kept thinking of...other distractions. She stared blankly through the open doorway at the darkness, where people and torches were gathering. There was some fervent chanting - a low murmur, irritating and distracting. Even through the forcefield she could feel the hum of low-grade magic outside. There was some sort of ritual going on out there.

She reeaaallllly hoped it didn't involve them.

She didn't dare bank on that though. "Give me a moment." She scooted over to the middle of the circle and sat cross-legged, closing her eyes and trying to focus.

There wasn't much magic to draw on inside the circle. If it was an anti-magic field, it was leaking, but not enough to do her any good. All she could do was wait.

Suddenly the field dropped. Magic slammed into like a tsunami - magic from the circle, the ritual, the people outside, everything - breaking her concentration. Her eyes flew open just in time to see guards grab Goby. There were almost a dozen of them, along with the woman and the old man from earlier.

Before she could react, the woman waved her hands - something like lightning sprang from them and knocked Akala full in the chest, throwing her backward and stunning her.

Before she could get her head clear, she was roughly grabbed on either arm and hauled to her feet. They started to drag her outside. She came to enough to fight like a trapped cat, but they just added another two guards and carried her out the door and to the base of the stairs.

They stopped front of one of the stone benches. Though she kicked and shrieked and clawed, they still managed to chain both her wrists, forcing her to sit. She watched as Goby was dragged up the stairs to the torch lit top, where it looked like an altar was sitting. "GOBY!" she screamed over the murmur of ever present chant.

The guards flanked him at the top, blocking her vision.

She gave a draconic shriek and strained against the chains. Curling her hands into fists, she focused her will.

She didn't have an exact idea was what she was going to do. She wasn't sure what she could do.

Fortunately, something else made that decision for her. She felt the power pour into the salt water lily around her neck, which had somehow survived all this. White rootlets sprang from it and rolled down her skin like a wave, twisting around each other and writhing like worms. They covered every inch of her like ropy armor. They flattened the fins on her back and limbs, crawling up the back of her head and over her face in kind of a long, dragon-faced helm. With a last sunset spark of power, the eyes lit aquamarine.

She opened her now-gauntleted hands, spreading the fingers wide. There was a heavy thudding sound of someone moving earth in a hurry and shrieks from the villagers as man-sized thorns shot up from the ground, one after the other. When they reached Akala, she strained against the chains, pull them taunt. The thorns stabbed upwards, bursting through the links and setting her free.

But several warriors stood between her and the stairs, spears down or bows pulled back. They gave ululating war cry and attacked.


Edited by Akala, Wed Jul 10, 2013 3:03 pm.
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Chanting could be heard from outside. It might have been the barrier around them, but Goby thought it sounded muted, as though his ears were covered in a heavy blanket. He waited for any ideas from Miss Akala, watching the doorway. This was to keep a lookout in case any of their captors chose to reenter suddenly. The fact that it kept his back to the blanket-clad Miss Akala and, thus, helped keep his mind on the task of escaping was simply a quiet bonus. His head still jangled from the shock of the barrier's impact, and the effect repeated as, abruptly, the barrier fell and a tsunami of magic overwelmed him, clouding his head and making focusing on attack near impossible beyond some wild swings.

This did little good against the native goons grabbing and bending his arms behind him, tugging him forward by his twisted elbows and his shaggy hair. "Let me...Lemme go!" he shouted, trying to struggle out of their grip. He kicked his legs, shifted his fingers, trying to call forth any water he could reach. Unfortunately, there wasn't much water to work with, little more than cooking pots and water jugs. For a fisher used to having an ocean to manipulate, this didn't result in more than some sloshing and fallen jugs.

"Ak...Miss Akala! Run!" Goby yelled as he was dragged up a set of steps to a raised platform. With his head forced downward, he couldn't see her or anything of the platform he was on beyond the roughhewn lumber and bamboo that made the structure. A granite slab came into view, a long thin groove carved into the edges. There were parts of the channel gouged into the edges, right over a set of clay jugs, the insides caked with something brown and decayed. Another, wider jar was set at the head of the stone slab, and a sudden twist of his head allowed Goby to catch a glimpse of the shaman who'd awakened Miss Akala and set this trap to begin with standing beside the slab...no, alter...with a a black stone knife, its edges chipped to a razors edge.

Goby's eyes grew wide as he set all the pieces together.

"AKALA! CANNIBALS! RUN!" He screamed, still twisting and resisting as the natives forced him facedown onto the slab. He tried reaching out again for any water around him, but only managed to splash his assailants with a few cupfuls. He screwed his eyes shut as they worked to stretch his neck upward to expose his throat to the knife. He could hear the ocean, even now. He could feel it was close, but it was just not close enough. He couldn't reach its waves, as hard as he tried. Still he writhed and reached, stretching his magic to its edges, hoping that pure desperate will would bring the sea to him before it was too late.
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Akala swung one hand around, pointing at the ground beneath the warriors' feet. Vines whipped out from between the bamboo slats, coating the stairs and the wrapping around the warriors' legs. It pulled them to the ground, tangling about their arms and twisting over their mouths, wrapping them like a spider wraps a fly.

One of their spears, lost in the abrupt attack from below, slid down the stairs, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Akala picked it up and hefted it. It was a bit longer than she was used to using, but not long enough to be an issue.

Then something like lightning hit her in the chest. Again.

It knocked her flat again too, but it didn't hurt as badly this time. The armor seemed to take a lot of the impact. She could feel the magic there, just beyond her skin, but it wasn't effecting her like it normally did. There wasn't that painful hum in her bones.

"Best. Armor. Ever," she thought, struggling to her feet, using the spear for support.

Coming down the stairs was the woman who had leered at her in the hut. The one with more breast than was good for anyone. The one who had no doubt hit Goby on the head. Akala felt that irrational surge of rage again.

The woman walked right through the Entangle spell, the vines lashing through her. Completely through her. There was a wet, splashing sound too, like someone smacking water. And she had a grin on her face too...an infernally smug grin...

Akala threw the spear without thinking. It flew true, entering the woman's face...

...and coming out the other side, dripping water. The smug smile remained.

The half-dragon shifted her weight and brought one arm up in a defensive position, willing the spell to work with her armor. Or hoping it would.

It did. Thorns sprang up along her whole body, turning her into something even a hedgehog would find spiny. She didn't know what it was going to do against a woman who'd somehow made herself liquid, but it felt better.

The woman halted at the bottom stair, still smiling, she raised her hands to the stars and gave a ululating cry.

Water filled Akala's throat and she couldn't shake it loose. It was like there was just a bubble of liquid sitting right where she should be able to swallow. She dropped the spear, clutching her throat, trying to spit it out, but though she retched and retched, she couldn't even spit. She couldn't inhale either and it felt like the world was slowly going red around the edges...

Akala collapsed in a heap on the ground, scrabbling at her throat, mouth gasping but no sound coming out. She stretched herself out toward the other woman, one hand out in a claw of defiance, while that woman laughed and laughed - a wet, watery sound.

Akala's head fell and she ceased to move.

The female shaman allowed the Drown spell to continue, but she let her liquid form drop. Maintaining two spells was a waste of time under the circumstances and an unnecessary drain. She knelt and rolled the still half-dragon over. It was a chancy business doing this - she could kill her victim and she didn't want that. She carefully reached between the thorns to check for a pulse.

And fire exploded along her face as Akala caught her with a right hook to the jaw.

She tumbled back, clutching at her bleeding face. Her concentration was shattered. The thorns from Akala's hand had left long, bone deep gouges in her cheek.

Water poured from Akala's mouth as she climbed to her feet. She leveled the helm's baleful eyes at the woman and said:

"I breath water, harpy."
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The platform lurched. The altar and the shaman were tossed to one side while Goby and the warriors holding him were thrown the other way. There were shouts of anger and confusion around him. He could hear Akala screaming in what he hoped was rage and not pain. He couldn't help her, after all. Not here, not so far from the ocean. He was helpless on dry land. The piddling puddles of water stored around him weren't enough to make a difference here. He shifted and flowed with the greatest waters known to Imythess, and without it he was just a young, confused boy with nothing but a funny accent to his name.

And the most aggravating thing was he could hear the ocean still. It was not that far. If he could break free and run toward it for less than a minute, he could reach it, use it, save Akala and himself. It was so damned close, but too far to count. It didn't stop him from reaching, from stretching, willing his senses to enlongate like a drowning man's arm trying for a rope that laid just inches from his fingers. So close, oh so close, but still too far to save him.

He risked a look toward Akala's fight. The village clearing had been transformed with a bed of vegetation. What was holding Goby down now was the same thing that prevented the warriors from grasping his arms effectively as the reached seaward, a entire mess of jungle vines that sprung instantly from the sandy soil. Akala stood facing down the woman from the beach, her blue skin now covered in thorns and barbs. The woman reached out toward her, and Akala suddenly looked panicked, scrabbling at her throat, clutching it in the universal sign of "I'm choking. I cannot breathe." The woman looked smugly pleased.

"Akala!" Goby screamed, getting an arm free. He stretched it toward the ocean, tears filling his eyes. Maybe if they had time for Akala to teach him how to summon water, he could make a difference now, but even that was too small an amount of anything but cooking and cleaning. He needed the sea, and because he couldn't reach it, Akala was going to die...

Something snapped. Goby feared it was the ligaments of his arm for a second, so sharp and sudden with the feeling, but his arm only felt cramped from his attempts to make it ten feet longer. Before the snap, he was trapped and helpless, only a witness to Akala's eventual demise. After, however, he felt the connection, the link between himself and the sea that let him know that now he was in control. He was the one who could guide its flow, if he only had the will. He had that in spades.

He arced his arm, palm cupped inward, mimicking the curling of the great waves, feeling calm, at peace, not needed to open his eyes to know what it was he was doing. Overhead, above the village roofs and forest canopy, a wall of water began to grow and loom, approaching at crushing speed, though it seemed to stand still, and it only grew more with every second.
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Akala drew back her fist to finish the woman off, when a dark, feline form leapt from the shadows.

At first Akala thought it was going to attack her - all she saw was yellow eyes and a flash of claws - but it sprinted by her, back legs almost touching its ears in an attempt to get as much speed as possible. It was followed by a flock of brightly colored birds and a snake that was as big around as her thigh. A clutter of spiders as big as dinner plates jumped - jumped - over her head as though their legs were powered by high tension springs.

And then the sky went dark and a damp chill settled over everything. There was the shush of sea and the smell of brine.

Akala and the shaman both looked up at a wall of black water which towered over them, over the village, blotting out the moon and stars.

Together they sprinted for the remains of the stairs, differences temporarily forgotten.

But Akala knew even before she'd taken two steps that they would never reach high ground in time and the damaged stairs would never hold under the deluge. And Goby was still at the top. It was almost too much to hope that he had something to do with this.

She didn't dare stop running to cast, but she needed a way to move faster.

Something with longer legs maybe?

Legs still pumping, she dismissed the Entangle spell on the stairs, the Sprout spell that gave her spikes, and even her armor. Just as she reached the bottom of the wrecked stairs, she reached down both hands to the ground, focused her will, and physically pulled on all the power she could.

She was rewarded in spades. The ground burst behind her, showering everything with dirt and crushed shells. There was a thunderous, woody roar as a creature made of roots and bark sprang forward, scooped up Akala and sprang to the top of the stairs in three long leaps. It scooped up Goby as well, in the same hand, though Akala barely noticed. She was too busy trying to control the nature golem.

She could feel the power draining out of her like water down a hole. She didn't know how much she had left, or if it would hold the golem together when the wave hit.

The monster halted, shoved it's spiky legs into the soil, and braced for impact.

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Goby was swept up into the waves, cartwheeling as the giant wave rushed all around him. He didn't panic, however, as he raised his hands to the sides of his cheeks to give himself the ability to breathe in the current. He returned to his element, and the sea rolled wild. Controlling it was impossible, but that was always impossible. All he need do was keep the wave rolling over the crushed village and trees, keeping his orientation calm.

He looked down and saw, passing below, Akala gripping the ground and fighting the current, trying to hold fast to the now ocean floor. Goby found himself laughing, relief at seeing her safe combined with the rush of joy from swimming. He shifted his arms to slow his own progress, letting the water swirl and move over and around him as it followed the wave.

He swam down toward her, smiling widely, and reached down a hand to her as he paddled in place. That was hardly how they'd escape this place. At least some of the cannibals would manage to hold fast to something and remain, waterlogged and angry, in the village. No, he thought as he arced over her, his hand still hanging over her head, that wasn't how they'd escape.

They'd ride, all the way to the Moonsea.


sorry about long in coming, short post >.<
Edited by Goby Vega, Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:53 pm.
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