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| Of Humans and Druids; For Shirine. =D | |
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 12:20 am Post #1 |
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Her wardrobe outfit slid over her feet, caressing them as her usual manner of boots was formed. She had rested long enough in the night and in the bath after her work-out. That work-out had been a fierce and silent practice session in naught but her skin, allowing her flesh to breathe easily. She had perspired profusely as she worked the forms and copied what she had seen, both in the underground caverns of the Drow and in the Calmonah Woods the day before. Her focus had been absolute, her passion for her practice undeniable. With such unbreakable concentration, it was no wonder that she had needed a bath and a bit of rest after having practiced from the wee hours of the morning until it was almost noon. She had returned to the village very late the previous afternoon, tired and sore and covered in blood. Supper had already been served and she received many odd looks from those elves traversing the massive network of boardwalks and natural formations that formed the village. But no one had said anything to her; no one had approached her; and she had not alerted either Shirine or hosts of her temporary household to her presence. She had taken the job in the morning and been gone all day. Some of it she had done alone. Some of it, however, had been done alongside a warrior merchant by the name of Vyse Noclan. She would remember that name, if only because he saved her life from those archers. She still didn’t know if he could take on a completely human form or if he was more human than tiger, and that put a confusion into her tired brain that nearly drove her mad. Even so, she had collapsed into her bed that evening and not awoken until several hours later. Part of her felt guilty for having abandoned Shirine in this village, yet it could not be helped. She knew that Shirine meant well - so did Valenira, for that matter - but she had needed to be alone. She had needed to organize her thoughts and settle her emotions on her own. While she was just as bitter toward human-kind as ever, she had ironically found some solace in fighting alongside and near Vyse. When they had fought, there was no past to bind either of them. Had she truly become a warrior in mind, if not in body? Indeed, it seemed that there had been only the enemies before them and the blades by which their blood was spilt upon the ground. The druids had been dealt with, although there was still work to be done. If nothing else, though, Volare and Vyse had given the remaining druids something to think about. More than that, the pair had given them something to fear. That boy of whom Vyse had spoken…it was merely another testament to the cruelty of the humans that had so violently ravaged her homeland. If humans could do that, if they could “accomplish” (and she used the term very loosely) what they had in Gwyllion, then it was no surprise at all that their cruelty could extend even into the farming communities of Imythess. She picked up her sword and examined its ever-keen edge. She looked at the complex system of braids-and-bun into which she had bound her hair. It was her usual style, one that was as effective in combat as it was in simply keeping her hair from getting in her way. She had rarely done this when she was in Gwyllion, for her hair had almost always felt better free, yet she had been changed forever by the type of thing she now held by the hilt in her left hand. She silently marveled at the fact that the blade didn’t show even the slightest nick or the barest smudge; not a single trace of the gallons of blood that had been spilled yesterday remained to stain the silver-steel edge. It was remarkable to say the very least, almost miraculous. The elves truly were the most gifted of artisans in all that they did - not only those things that were peaceful, but those that were as far from it as could be as well. She was going to head out again today. She would speak with Shirine first, of course, and the elven weretigress would most likely want to go with her. but she would probably also want an explanation of her absence, assuming she hadn't figured it out already. She probably had. Shirine might be a fierce warrior but she was also an intelligent woman. Volare was just sheathing her Star Blade when she heard the door open behind her. Her flesh was still moist, her hair still very damp from the bath, and there was an odd scent of blueberries wafting from her. She did not immediately turn around, instead choosing to slowly pick up her cowl and idly straighten it out a bit. It didn’t need it. She turned awkwardly to Shirine, her mouth open as though to say something. For indeed, it was Shirine that had come through the door; she had known that it was. Her lips came together. It wasn’t right that she had left her here the day before, regardless of her reasons. But she didn’t know how to apologize anymore. There was a lot that she didn’t know how to do anymore. |
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Thu Aug 13, 2015 12:43 am Post #2 |
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Shirine had hurried over when word was that Colare was back. She had figured the entire thing out after franticalky searching half the day. Shirine had the biggest fear of losing people. She hated the thought of waiting and had almost chased after Volare, but part of her undersrood the reasoning of Volare. She toi had moments were she needed to be alone, but toctake a job like that.... no she was strong she was probably fine. Entering the door way Shirine looked disshelved and relief was in her eyes as well as anger. She walked over in quick purposeful strides, "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS WHEN YOU JUST UP AND VANISHED! I CAN'T TAKE THAT....I WORRY TOO MUCH DAMN IT ALL!" She then hugged Volare tightly not letting go until she had finished speaking, " That said I am glad you are safe and if you need to be alone at least tell your... friends or well whatever we are at this stage. If you promise to at least tell me next time I will forgive you...maybe." Shirine looked happy and disapointed at the same time. On top of this the tight hug was making her blush a bit at the closeness of their bodies.... she sort of did not want to let go, both from desire and her fear of Volare running again. |
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 3:27 am Post #3 |
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It was pure instinct that made Volare take a step back, and half of her wondered if the elven weretigress was going to attack her. The look of her clothing, the stray hairs that had gone wild in her concern for Volare…her concern for Volare…she supposed she should have expected nothing less. Shirine was a she-elf, not a human, and they had shared more than words before now. When Shirine wrapped her arms around Volare and squeezed the Fae tight, Volare’s heart took at least a half-minute to stop beating as though it was going to explode; when it had finally begun to calm and she no longer had the urge to draw her sword, she settled into the embrace by awkwardly returning it. For a few moments, absolutely nothing was said. There was nothing that could be said, nor was there anything that needed to be. Volare ran her fingers through Shirine’s hair, trying to smooth it a little, and found the warmth of Shirine’s body comforting. The way their bodies were entwined was…familiar. But after a while, not unkindly, there came a gentle parting of space between the pair. Volare thought about brushing the hair behind Shirine’s ears to get a better look at her face, although she wasn’t sure if that was allowed. Anyway, she gently broke the embrace and straightened herself a little. ”There is more work to do still,” she said to Shirine as calmly as she could. ”I have rested and readied myself…should I wait for you? The druids will not cease their experiments with Calmonah’s wildlife, and it won’t be long before the lands beyond the Norwood are overrun. I couldn’t care less about the plains, personally, but the forest should not suffer because of careless idiots.” Indeed, the information that she had gleaned from the druids had told her more than enough already. She would be going even deeper into Calmonah than she had yesterday, which meant that it would be darker and the woods more dangerous than before. Enough druids had perished, perhaps, to sate the wrath of some. But the elves knew already of the problems that were spreading because of the druids’ interference in the natural order of things, nature itself was being twisted beyond what it had ever been meant to be, and Volare personally had a score to settle with them. She hadn’t found a single elf among the druids, yet they had wielded weapons of elven make - likely stolen from those felled by the creatures they had created. Ivyn, they were called…a strange name, perhaps, but one that had spawned the poisoned blades she’d fought against. Their greenish tinge was one that she would not soon forget. The only good thing to come of creating such blades is that, if she could get her hands on one of them, she would have another deadly weapon in her arsenal. When her blade ran out of stars before they could all be restored, she would have the poison to guide her actions. Even better, if she could find an elven smith with a significant enough knowledge of enchantments to draw out the poison in order to enchant her Star Blade, she wouldn’t need the Ivyn Leaf Blade at all; she’d have a weapon as deadly in melee as it was in ranged combat. She would have to kill many Ivyn but in the end, it was the druids she most hoped to kill. Every last one of the bastards was human. |
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Thu Aug 13, 2015 3:47 pm Post #4 |
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Shirine was sort of lost in the feeling of the moment that she didn't notice when they started to part. At least until Volare spoke. She calmed her beating heart a bit and focused on what was needed to be done. She straitened up herself and nodded at Volare's words. She responded, "No I should be good to head out right away. Though help me tame and braid this hair first. Not a good idea to go into battle with a mess like this waving around." She could have gone back to her room and done it herself, but she wanted Volare to help this time. It was an odd sort of sign of trust from her. Plus it would be a little faster with another person doing it rather than trying to use a mirror. Hair care was not her strong point and took her longer than it should. Still once this was done they could head out. Shirine would shift into her hybrid state once they were out of sight of the village. Her hand laying lightly on one of her swords most of the time. You never knew when a fight would come on missions like this. This mission felt like a tough one too. Shirine's clothing was also a little different once fully shifted. Clothes were not the most uncomfortable on fur so the out fit had shifted to a pair of shorts and small top with her bindings underneath. The fur made both parts look tight. Her tail came out a hole in the shorts. Her feat were uncovered as her natural skin was better than any normal shoes could be. Armor would have been a different matter, but she didn't have that. |
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 4:07 pm Post #5 |
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Volare nodded. She had never done another’s hair but she would at least try. She sat upon the bed cross-legged, her shoes shifting away to bare her feet and her sword hanging off of the edge of the bed; with Shirine in front of her, she began to b rush and straighten the hair. It didn’t need a lot of brushing but Volare was thorough. Since she was so used to doing her own hair, she simply drew up Shirine’s hair in the same manner. The bun upon her head was a bit high, pointing as an archer might point an arrow, and a braid wrapped around it held it in place. She had found quite a few items of vanity in the chest of drawers here and used them now to adjust Shirine’s hair the way she needed to. Another braid wrapped around the bun and placed under the first braid was done, and she bound the two together with a ribbon. Then she braided what remained of Shirine’s hair into three thick braids behind her as well as two much shorter and thinner braids that hung about her ears. Volare’s hands brushed Shirine’s skin while she was doing this but she didn’t think much about it at first. She had to admit, though, that she liked the shape of Shirine’s ears and the feel of the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Her head-hair was soft and smooth, making it pleasant to work with. Volare’s own hair was just as soft but almost wispy, which had made it more difficult to work with; she’d had to grow it longer and cut it periodically to make it stronger over the years just to get it to the point that it was at now. Hair was not an easy thing to manage, although it had always seemed easy enough to her. She had the mad thought that perhaps she should settle down as a barber one day, Shirine by her side - maybe as an apprentice, maybe something much more - but dismissed the thought quickly. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Shirine or that she didn’t think such things might one day be possible; the problem was what was going on right now. There were simply too many things flowing through Volare’s mind at any given time these days to worry much about the future. She had relieved quite a bit of tension with her quest yesterday but it was slowly starting to build again. She was beginning to realize that she wasn’t nearly as comfortable as she used to be just doing nothing or nearly nothing. Whereas she could relax and take in the world around her slowly with little action and little active thought before the humans had come to Gwyllion, now she was restless to the point of impatience. She didn’t sleep well. She was always angry, even when she seemed to be “all right”. She was tense half the time ready to put a sword through someone the other half. Perhaps the humans had changed her more than even she was willing to admit. When she was done, she pulled Shirine’s hair behind her. It was more out of habit than for any other reason, as there wasn’t really any need to do so. But it let her run her hands gently across Shirine’s shoulders, something she only realized she wanted to do after she had done it. With but a moment’s hesitation, she pulled back and allowed her boots to reform around her feet. She stood, straightened herself habitually, and nodded. ”Time to go,” she said, all business-like once more. |
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Thu Aug 13, 2015 5:19 pm Post #6 |
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They continued on entering some if the older parts of the woods. Shirine stayed in front for the most part trying to snese the enemy. She then hekd uo her had for them to stop as the forest went oddly silent for a moment. Then several plant mosters, Ivyns they had been named, emerged from variois sides charging like boars. On top of a particularly large one there was a figure. Probably a druid ... too short for a human maybe a halfling or dwarf or gnome. She cointed six Ivyns before she had to unsheath her sword. She cut the first one charging at her deeply, but it was still moving. They were tough things that was for sure. The big one with the druid was targeting her next. It charged and she activated a bit of her power ro run into the air and strije at the druid. He managed to avoid her first strike, but a second one caught him as he ran by. It was a good his as his right arm went limp. She breifly glanced to see how Volare was doing. A couple other charges coukd not hit her as she was in the air and then he chose the last one dropping on the Ivyn. Her Katana sunk in deep and with a rwist and a rench the beast stopped moving. She turned forcefully pulling the sword free while reading herself for the next set of charges. Shirine did not spot it, but there was another druid, a human, hidden in bushes off to the side closer to Volare. |
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 7:45 pm Post #7 |
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They left the village quickly, the boardwalks soon behind them and only the descending roots before them. It wasn’t very long at all before even the trees had taken on a wild sort of character, for they were no longer among those carefully groomed by the elves to grow into a natural village. Their walk was swift and relatively silent, only the omnipresent sounds of nature to accompany them upon their violent quest. Volare explained what she had learned the day before to Shirine on their way into the older and deeper part of the woods, but the silence into which the pair eventually descended almost seemed gradual - like their voices (or rather, the need for them) was slowly fading away. Volare had time to gather her thoughts on the way out, although there honestly wasn’t much left to gather. In truth, she had already done far more than enough thinking since awakening in the night from dreams that she could not rid herself of…dark, twisted, violent dreams of savagery and inhumanity that couldn’t even be called animalistic, for no animal she knew of had ever born sadistic tendencies or the propensity for cruelty in general. So there was no thought save for that which must soon be done. Volare had seen the druidic marks upon nature the day before - not the foul twisting they had done but the actual marks of passage. They were controlled and precise, small things that only someone trained to notice them likely would. But one of the druids had pointed out just such a mark - a broken branch that had intentionally been made to look as though it wasn’t broken. The subtlety had not been lost on her, and she began making similar marks as she moved. She pulled up a weed next to a tree and left it there in one spot; in another, she removed some moss from a trunk and placed it in just such a way as to be noticed behind a piece of bark that was sticking out but hard to remove without intended force; in yet another spot, she quickly slashed an X in the side of a fallen log. It was something that Vyse had done as well, marking a tree near their resting spot between battles so that they could return there as needed. In this manner, Volare managed to carve for herself a simple path where no true path existed. She only hoped that nobody came along and tampered with her markers. It was when the woods began to darken considerably that she knew they had entered Calmonah. This place was so thick that sunlight did not often penetrate the upper boughs of the ancient trees. Sequoias and redwoods were prominent in Calmonah, alongside the Calmonah trees themselves (for which this part of the vast woodlands sprawling across Imythess was known); there were several willows scattered throughout the woodlands as well, and one of the druids that she had interrogated had mentioned yew trees - something that likely grew in the deepest part of the Calmonah Woods. They stopped only very briefly to get some water at a small creek, for the trees held in the great summer heat well; even in the dead of winter, Volare was fairly certain that it would be warmer than it would have been in the less restrictive Norwood Forest and the Plains and other lands beyond the woods. But they were moving again less than a minute later. There was no wind and the water Volare had splashed upon herself at the creek had already evaporated when her ears began to pick up the sounds of something shifting nearby. It sounded like trees swaying, bushes rustling…but it couldn’t have been, not unless an animal was nearby. Or was it those strange creatures the druids had spoken of, their new “pride of the forest” - the Ivyn? Volare’s hand had rested upon the pommel of her sword for the vast majority of the journey to this place, but now she placed her hand fully about the hilt. When Shirine gave the signal to halt, she didn’t hesitate to do so. As quietly as she could, she drew her Star Blade. Whatever was out there almost certainly knew they were there anyway, so she wasn’t worried about the light of the stars upon the blade giving their position away. She didn’t have long to wait. The Ivyn that rushed them were large, bulky creatures that looked like a mixture of some kind of cattle and a multitude of trees, vines, and bushes - none of them flowering. Moss covered some parts of them, leaving others exposed, but the creatures as a whole were covered in thick, heavy bark that would not be easy to penetrate. She didn’t have time to ponder them, though she did recall hearing about them from one of the druids she’d “interrogated”; he had called them “the big ones - the bulls”. One of them came close to trampling Volare as it rushed her from between a couple of trees with massive roots. She leapt out of the way, rolled to her feet, and sprang back for a strike in the same fluid motion. Her Star Blade penetrated the beast right behind its massive shoulder - if it could be properly called a “shoulder”. She couldn’t immediately remove it, forcing her to leap after the beast in order to retain her blade. After several broad steps, it tried to turn only to scream with such an unnatural, high-pitched voice that Volare’s ears stung from it; one of the stars had been let loose from her blade and exploded instantaneously, destroying the creature’s shoulder completely and sending Volare to the ground. She rolled out of the way just as the creature tried to stomp her, but the act put it severely off-balance due to its now badly-wounded left foreleg. As she came up, she slashed to the side, severing the leg completely. It had already been leaning, ready to stumble, but she felled it completely and then swiftly brought her sword down upon its neck. There was only one truly exposed place, it seemed: a thick patch of moss and weak roots at the base of its neck, through which Volare sliced cleanly. She couldn’t cut all the way through, however, instead having to draw out her blade with a bit of strength and a grunt of effort. Then she whirled about just in time to bring her sword up at the face of a second bull ivyn. A portion of its head went flying off into the woods somewhere as Volare side-stepped. She whirled about just as the bull did but she was far quicker. Raising her arm, she leapt forward to bring the tip of the sword down upon its neck; she missed by about four inches, instead causing it to scream as well by running the blade all the way through its skull from the top to the bottom. She yanked it downward, using the momentum to remove her sword, and then side-stepped with astounding speed flexibility and reflexes to dodge a wild head-butt. She brought down the blade, tip first, upon its skull wound and yanked the sword out the other way. Finally, she stepped back to her original position and cut its head off halfway through the skull. It fell, and she kicked it just hard enough to send it off-balance into the undergrowth; it fell there, tangled among the bushes and roots, dead. That was two for her. She looked around and saw someone cowering nearby. No…no, he wasn’t cowering. He was casting. At least, it looked like he was casting; she wasn’t sure but she didn’t need to be. She rushed him, whoever he was and whatever he was doing, and slammed the flat edge of her blade into the side of his head. He cried out, his spell interrupted; a flame burst out of his hand and lit a small patch of upturned roots, but Volare squashed the flame quickly beneath her boot. It wouldn’t do for a fire to spread here; the entire forest would go up in minutes. Volare stomped hard upon the druid’s chest, right in the centre, violently forcing the air from his lungs. She then put her sword to his throat in the left side, her hand backward upon the downward-pointed hilt. There was white-hot fury in her eyes, a kind of malevolent savagery that struck fear into the druid at once. She snarled her question at him, making it sound somewhat animalistic. ”How many of you are here?!” she demanded to know. He could barely speak but she let him get his breath back, and he was lucky to get that small bit of mercy from her. The bastard was human, unsurprisingly, and not worth the life that was in his body - but she needed information. At first, though, he refused to respond; fearful or not, he merely glared at her and tried to escape. She didn’t say a word or make a sound. She merely drew her sword across his collar bone with a quick and vicious slash. She used the momentum to turn the sword about as he cried out in pain and brought the sword down again, once more holding it against his throat; this time, she was holding it properly. She was in no mood for games. ”HOW MANY?!” she snarled again. He held up his hands - seven druids total. ”Where are they?!” He shook his head, and she brought her sword up again. This time, the blade bit down hard into his right shoulder. His arm was nearly - but not quite - severed from the rest of his body. The human screamed, and Volare brought her sword down to his throat once more. She may have seemed more savage than she probably should have been, perhaps even a bit cruel. She didn’t think about whether Shirine might or might not approve of her tactics, however. He quickly said that there were three to the north, near a pond in one of the few clearings in this area. ”The others,” she said. He shook his head, claiming he didn’t know. She began drawing a deep gash across his forehead, the blood slowly running toward his eyes and down the sides of his head. He was crying now, telling her desperately that he didn’t know. He was a simpering fool, a coward who didn’t deserve to live, and he looked every bit the part as he lie there beneath her booted heel. She would crush him beneath if she had to. ”The ivyn,” she continued. ”Tell me about them.” He held up his hands as though asking what she meant, or perhaps asking what it was she wanted to know about them. She cut off his right hand without a second thought and brought the blade to his throat once more; the blood was running down his face in crimson streams now. He started babbling about the well-hidden mantises, their natural blades being wickedly sharp; he mentioned the ranged attacks of the rose ivyn as well. He also said there was another but he swore upon his mother’s life that he didn’t know what it was called or anything about it. The druids she’d asked about it yesterday didn’t know much about it, either. They all showed the same terror that this one was showing, although, this one was probably just anticipating what Volare was going to do with him. It probably didn’t help that her cowl left only her piercing gray eyes visible. He could offer her nothing more, it seemed. ”Then you are of no more use to me,” she declared in a cold, too-calm voice. With that, she cut his head off as though she was simply cutting stalks of raw wheat in a field. She stepped off of his body and turned around. Leaving the small, tree-formed alcove, she came into view once more. Her Star Blade had been sprayed with the human’s blood, and the tip was completely covered in it. What she had done might have seemed monstrous to some, but she had gotten a little more information out of the druid and she could now warn Shirine about what else might be in the woods. ”The biggest one remains a mystery,” she told her. ”All the druids are scared of it. I don’t know how many more of those bulls are out here but watch out for mantis ivyn; they know how to hide and they’ve got swords for arms. Rose ivyns can shoot thorns, I think; they’ll probably attack from the shadows, striking at a distance, which means they’re probably weak up close; be on your guard.” Volare’s eyes were filled with a hard, cold fury that was in no way directed at Shirine. She was simply in what one might call an “all-business” mode. She knew the work that must be done here, and she was more than willing to do it herself if no one else was. She was becoming a brutal warrior as much out of hatred as out of necessity. However she felt about Shirine, these humans she felt the exact opposite toward - and so much more… |
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Thu Aug 13, 2015 9:32 pm Post #8 |
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Shirine was busy in the fight for a bit. The remaing three were turning on her. Thankfully the druid made a mistake unsheeting a large mace and when it was over his head she invocted her power increasing it's weight drastically. It crashed ibto him amd crushed him as weel as driving his beast to the ground. Its bidy stopped one of the remaining two letting her deal with only one. She side steeped it and slashed its neck. Soon one more was dead. Unfortunately rhe last one had turned towards Volare, though it had seemed Volare was trying to interogate a druid. The girl had lost herself to anger. Shirine pushed herself into a run finishing off the last one from behind. ThNkfully it was thw one she had woinded earlier and was slow. It skidded into the ground with her blade lodged in it's skull. She pulled it out seeing the look of Volare's got angry herself. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU. DO NOT STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT. DO NOT LET YOUR ANGER BLIND YOU TO OTHER THINGS. FIRST RULE IS TO SURVIVE A FIGHT. KNOCK A PERSONOUT IF YOU WANT, BUT DO NOT STOP. IF I WAS NOT HERE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN TRAMPLED IN ALL LIKELY HOOD YOU KNOW. AND DO NOT COUNT ON THAT I MIGHT BE LATE NEXT TIME. IF YOU LET YOUR VENGENCE CLOUD YOUR MIND LIKE THAT YOU WILL DIE BEFORE YOU CAN ACHIEVE IT UNDERSTAND!" She let her anger show and did not calm down this time. Volare had behaved like a child there. No mercenary or competant fighter let themselves lose it in the middle of a fight. It got you killed. No matter how good or tough you were it still meant death to be distracted on a job or in a fight. Even a fraction of a second could matter. Thus she was nit going to listen to excuses until Volare understood how important this fact was. Edited by redfiver, Thu Aug 13, 2015 9:46 pm.
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 9:52 pm Post #9 |
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Volare blinked at the response, her own anger still flowing freely. But she didn’t flinch this time; she didn’t raise her sword. Her hand tightened upon its hilt but that was all. She simply nodded. Yes, she understood. If she had been on her own, maybe…but no. No, there was no excuse. Shirine was right. She had lost herself quickly. She needed to learn to focus her wrath. She could easily have killed the human or, as Shirine had said, knocked him unconscious. But no, Shirine was right…she should have waited. Understanding was in her eyes, mingled though it was with her anger. Somewhat uncomfortable now despite her anger, Volare flicked her eyes to the surroundings and listened for hidden enemies. There was nothing. Her natural ability to see clearly in dark places led her to nothing. However, when she flicked her eyes into the distance, she saw something very far away for the briefest of moments. Still tense, she nodded again. ”I understand,” was all she said now. Then her eyes flicked back to Shirine’s. ”Something to the west of us. Dunno what it was; it was too far away for me to get a good look, but it had magic about it.” There wasn’t much else to say. She looked around at the bull ivyn that surrounded her, displeased with their carcasses. They should have had to die, perhaps, but neither should they have existed in the first place. Volare had trusted Shirine to be able to take care of herself; she knew how powerful the woman was - had seen it with her own eyes in the tunnels of the Drow - but she would make certain not to make the mistake that she had just made again. It hadn’t been a problem with Vyse; he had been powerful, too, and more than able to handle whatever was on the battlefield. But then again, he’d told her to stay out of his way anyway. While she was just stubborn enough that she had refused to flee the battle, she had deftly avoided him when necessary in order to complete her own quest. Not knowing what else to say, Volare looked into Shirine’s eyes again. There was an unspoken apology in them. ”Are you ready to move?” she inquired semi-calmly. |
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Thu Aug 13, 2015 10:19 pm Post #10 |
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Shirine hearing if another possible enemy in the distance spin around ready for action, but saw nothing. She looked back to Volare who looked at her and posed a question. Shirine was not sure Volare had understood, but they had to keep movong if something else was out there. "Yes and lets go find what you saw, but this subject isn't done. As I am not sure it fully sunk in. " Shirine kept a stern look on hiding her concern as best she could, but hed face had slipped up a little. Just briefly, but enough for Volare to see it. As the moved forward she felt something was off. It was not a smell or more absence of a smell. She quickly focused her wardrobe outfit shfting around her face into a mask. "Cover yourself there is something wrong with the air. Poison is nature's and a druid's favorite weapon." She was glad her nose was strong to sense those tiny differences at the same time she hopped it did not affect her because of that increased sensitivity. It had happened before. Still she felt nothing special as they continued. They must be getting cliser to something important if the more subtle traps were showing up. It was not easy to saturate air with poison from plants. She wondered what their next challenge would be. |
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| Volare | Thu Aug 13, 2015 11:05 pm Post #11 |
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Volare nodded again, and they began to move. When Shirine covered herself and mentioned that Volare should do the same, Volare began to wrap the scarf of her cowl about her neck. They moved quickly and quietly, their senses on high alert for anything even remotely dangerous about them. As they moved deeper into the woods, Volare noticed the same roots that she had seen yesterday wrapped around many of the trees - but they were much smaller. She recalled what had happened when she had invoked the hidden spikes of those roots and decided to say something quietly to Shirine, her voice only loud enough that the weretigress’ ears would hear it. ”Do not touch the root-vines,” she said, calling them by their more accurate name (the ones the druids used) now that she knew better. ”Their spikes are hidden and razor-sharp.” It was thankful that she was intelligent enough to have tapped one of them with her sword yesterday, for her arm would have been marred by many tiny but painful wounds had she not. It was a natural weapon that the druids had come up with to ward off intruders; she and Vyse had first encountered them as a wall that had diverted their course. The fact that she was seeing much thinner ones wrapped about the trees did not make her believe that they were any less sturdy or any safer. There…there it was again. That glint of magic, a greenish-tinged and very slender flow of magic darting about between the trees…it was almost like a cloud, long and slender. As they drew closer, they heard disturbance of foliage and the crack of wood; a distant scream echoed, and then there was nothing. The sounds faded, and the mana had vanished. Volare moved forward carefully, testing the ground and the trees alike with her sword. Sure enough, spikes erupted upon trunks that bore the vine-roots, but she triggered no other traps. She leapt back when she saw it. She had almost stumbled upon the corpse, so thick was the undergrowth into which it had fallen. It was another human, likely a druid as well…ah, and that explained the mana flow that she had seen. She picked up the weapon by its hilt alone, feeling its minimal weight in her right hand. While the green colour of the sword as a whole was little more than odd, the mana flowing from it was clearly toxic. This blade was poisoned… Volare quickly sheathed her Star Blade and put the poisoned sword into her left hand. It felt much more comfortable there, less awkward than in her right hand by far. The blade was extremely light-weight and seemed almost to be carved of wood, yet it was strong and sturdy wood with a razor-sharp edge. It almost looked leaf-like, perhaps carved from one of the ivyn. She didn’t like the looks of it but from a swordswoman’s perspective, she recognized at once the lethal potential. This would serve her well. She looked down at the corpse now. The reason for its death was obvious: several long, sharp thorns protruded from his throat. There were numerous others littering his body as well as several deep wounds that had poison seeping from them. She wondered…the big one…the one everyone was afraid of… ”Rose ivyn,” she said, and then she looked directly at Shirine. ”And perhaps the big one? Be wary.” Her eyes started searching her surroundings, and that’s when she realized that there were small particles floating about - particles that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. It was only her Fae eyes, which could see traces of mana, that caught them. Had it not been for that, she never would have known that the air itself was poisoned. Had this druid done this, or was it something the ivyn had done? It hardly mattered in either instance. The point was that this was not a safe place to be. She hoped her cowl really would protect her, and she hoped the same for Shirine. She shot Shirine a glance but she didn’t look nervous. More than anything, she looked like she wanted to kill something… |
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Fri Aug 14, 2015 12:18 am Post #12 |
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Shirine nodred being careful if he roots. Volare paused as she found something and then she tritgered one of the throny traps. Shirine looked at the corpse. A human... wait what was that. Volare had finished picking up a blade. So shirine bent down picking up a silver leaf from the torn clothing. She turned it over and saw the runes. She got up and heard Volare speak. She nodded and spoke herself, "I understand and also that body was of a Ruathar. He had a gift of the elves. Not an easy thing to earn or an easy person to kill. Even more reason to be cautious." Ruathar translated as elf friend, but it was more han just that. It was a person who uad done a great favor to elf kind. Usually only handed out by the King and Queen or the most ancient and wise of elders. The gift wasthe symbol of such people and were magical. Not somthing that could be stolen. Shirine then realized this was another bit of knowledge from her forgoten past.... why did she know this fact so well. Was it common to elves or had she known such a person. Ruathar were not common at the very least. She supposed this one had been sent on the same mission they were on. It made sense as this was certainly a multi person job. She had only a moment to jump back as a whip like tendril shot out. It disarmed her and she drew her wakazashi in a flash severing the thing. It was large and spiked, but the worst part was the tendril seemed to just shrivle up in an unnatural way. it looked like it was rotting. A strong poison or corrupted magic? Whatever had launched it had already faded into the background again. It would probably try to strike again. This meant it was inteligent to some extent or experienced, either way much more dangerous than the average monster. Shirine started to focus on her hearing to see if she could locate the origin of the next attack. |
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| Volare | Fri Aug 14, 2015 1:34 am Post #13 |
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Ruathar…elf-friend? The silver leaf was odd. It wasn’t something she knew about…but then again, she was no elf. Shirine was. She said nothing about it, although it was a good thing to know. The poisoned blade was certainly not of elven make; if such weapons could be made from the ivyn, Volare wondered what other fell purposes the ivyn might serve. Were the druids merely creating the ivyn to use as sources of actual weapons, as opposed to just weapons in and of themselves? Volare was starting to get the feeling that their quest wouldn’t end the problem entirely, even if they were successful… But her thoughts were cut off as a thorny vine erupted from seemingly nowhere, silent until the moment it disarmed Shirine. There had been no warning. There was no magic about the area from which the vine had come. But Shirine was just as quick, severing the limb before it could attack her again. Then the vine was gone. She would have to be ever the more vigilant if she was to survive this, for even if the obviously experienced elven weretigress beside her was having trouble in this place… She couldn’t think about that. Her eyes hardened again and she readied her sword. The vine came at her from another direction, and she lashed out but missed it. The vine was too quick. She had to duck it, dodge it, side-step it, leap back, and then roll to the side. She caught the tip of the vine just as it came at her again, and the thing retreated. Then an odd-looking ivyn with scythe-like swords jutting out from bark-covered limbs came out of nowhere. It had leapt from one of the trees, some distant branch above, and she never would have seen it had she not been fighting off the now-retreating vine. She side-stepped its launch and slashed through its belly, leaving it writhing upon the ground; she ended its misery rather quickly before turning back to pay attention to whatever it was that had originally attacked her and Shirine in this place. |
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Mon Aug 17, 2015 6:11 pm Post #14 |
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Shitine felt this was getting bad. This thing had allies too. This meant they had to go for something a little reckless. She called out to Volare, "Get ready." Shirine purposefulky bent down to grab her dropped Katana and then heard the sound of the vine. However, she did not dodge, but dropped her weapon grabing hold of the vine . It hurt and burned a bit as she held it. Still with drawing from the power of the Moon's Blessing, she pulled out a greater than normal strength and dexderity. She held on pulling hard at the as it twisted and squirmed. She started feeling something was being pulled out. It was above them it seemed and the sound of snapping branches rold her it shpuld be breaking out soon. Other vines whiped out towards differenttrees trying to stop it's self from being pulldd down. Two more vines went for Shirine who grabed one and took the lash of the other. The wounds were painful and not light. Nothing life threatening yet though. She could heal through this sort of thing as long as the damage was consrantly building. Shirine could only hope Volare would sever a few of those supporting vines or protect her long enough for this creature to be pulled down. Once it was out in the open it would be far easier to kill. Shirine still had a few trump cards, but she would rather avoid using thise unless absolutely necessary. They were quite destructive and hard to control. OOC: The creature can be pulled down in your post. I just had no idea how to describe it. |
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| Volare | Wed Sep 2, 2015 7:17 pm Post #15 |
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Volare didn’t respond, instead merely waiting. She didn’t have to wait long. Shirine was soon attacked but she retaliated by grabbing first one and then another of the vines. More vines shot out nearby, and a few of them tried to strike Volare. She slashed at two of them, missing completely. But with Shirine holding onto two of the vines, the creature that was the apparent source of the vines didn’t seem able to move. Instead, when the next two vines came at Volare, she slashed at them both and nearly severed them. An unearthly cry pierced her ears and made her shudder. It sounded halfway between an infant squealing and guttural warning, as though from some deadly and vicious predator. Then another vine came out of nowhere and wrapped itself about her left leg. She was lifted into the air in an instant, the strength of a dozen or more laborers dragging her high above the ground. She swung hard at the vine several times before finally severing it. She ignored the cry this time, spinning in mid-air to land deftly on her feet, and came up with an upward slash just as another vine tried to cut her. She split the vine partially in two and then leapt to the side to pin another vine to the tree. Yanking her Star Blade to the side, she drug the creature down a little further but had to wrench her sword free in order to cast yet another vine aside. She ducked one and slashed at another, something green but distinctly blood-like splattering her hood and left shoulder. She must have hit something vital. There was quite a bit of pull then, with Shirine nearly knocked to the ground with the sudden ease, and then the tension was back in full force. Several of the vines holding the creature back had come loose and were flailing wildly, desperately trying to grab hold of something - anything, really - with which to drag itself away from the insane elf and fae. But Volare was having none of that now. She saw something - she wasn’t quite sure what - hiding in the trees above. She aimed her Star Blade at it and let loose a star that exploded on impact. The flames were almost instantaneous, and the creature came flying out of the trees with all the fury of a catapulted stone. Dodging it, even Volare had to land upon the ground. She picked herself up quickly, and what she saw was so grotesque that she knew at once how twisted the druids were. Nothing like this could ever exist in nature. This was beyond mere tampering; this was downright evil, just as bad as the Drow. She found herself frozen in place as she gazed upon this eldritch abomination, a fate so horrible that not even humans - yes, Volare had to admit this (if only to herself) - could have earned such a fate as this. Whatever the elves had done in their assistance to the druids, she understood now that it must have been more out of fear than out of loyalty. She couldn’t tear her eyes away… At the ends of its many appendages were mere vines but the further her eyes traveled toward their source, the more like arms they became - powerful, heavily muscled arms of what appeared to be men and women alike. It had no legs to speak off, instead rising upon the more vines that began like trees stemming out from the centre and quickly turned into heads…moreover, faces. As those faces were pressed into the ground, Volare saw that they were scarred and pitted beyond recognition, not skeletal but no longer anything living. Then there was the centre mass itself: a pulsating, writhing mass of snake-like vines, bound together around a knob-like trunk. And from those vines, in place of flowers, grew the deadened eyes of elven faces perpetually locked in horrified visages. They were clearly in agony, every one of them - and then came the “head” of the beast itself. It was looking at the flesh of a crocodile, that hardened skin. It rose upon a stalk as thick as Volare and Shirine combined: a great eye, lidless, with an iris as red as flame - much like Volare’s own hair. The white of that eye was blood-shot but the pupil looked upon her with such hatred that she couldn’t help but shudder a second time. Something was inside that pupil…a massive core of arcane power. It grew in intensity until it was almost blinding. It was about to unleash whatever magical attack it had held in reserve until this moment, but something in Volare just wouldn’t let her move or look away. She was frozen in horror, every fiber of her being denying that such a monster as this could even exist. What madness had the druids succumbed to?! OOC
Edited by Volare, Wed Sep 2, 2015 7:44 pm.
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You may have to save Volare...again. XD
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