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Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Zyrphath on November 04, 2017, 12:00:34 PM »
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Zyrphath on November 03, 2017, 04:21:37 PM »
I'm on it, but it's hard to fix when I don't know what is wrong ???
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Yvel on November 03, 2017, 10:07:00 AM »
It's still dead! D:<
Questions & Answers / Re: Opposite of hidden...?
« Last post by Zyrphath on October 23, 2017, 09:05:10 PM »
What do you mean?
Questions & Answers / Re: Opposite of hidden...?
« Last post by Arissara on October 23, 2017, 10:59:12 AM »
How can we see this?
The Gate / Re: Kisa
« Last post by Arissara on October 23, 2017, 10:56:27 AM »
A player with a very high ability.
The Southlands / Re: Due Payment
« Last post by Harmen on October 11, 2017, 08:41:30 AM »
Baron pulled Harmen down hard, smashing his face into the wooden shindles beneath him. The teenager’s vision went dark for an instant, and his face felt ragged and torn. Lying on the ground, he began to taste and smell copper as his injuries wept blood. Several heartbeats passed, and then he felt the frame of the building shudder as something took thunderous steps toward him.
He was barely conscious when he decided to roll down the roof, carrying himself nearly to the edge. The footsteps were uneven, and drew closer along with sporadic sounds of crumbling wood. Harmen looked up through his one good eye and saw the blurry outline of a hulking form silhouetted against the fire. At that moment, Harmens mind waged a battle between the version of him that was fighting his enemy and the profound fatigue in his limbs. That monster, one that took everything from him, was going to be his end.

Despite the fire, he felt cold.

“You have ruined everything!” Baron yelled, the edges of tears on his voice. Harmen couldn’t pick out his face through his blurred vision and the shadows, but he saw the muscles on the top of Baron’s head tense and relax as though he were clenching his teeth. Moments passed, and Harmen used the time to reposition his legs under him. Baron’s chest heaved with his breath. There was the smell of burnt meat.

“I have,” thought Harmen. He could have been at peace, mourning the loss of his family, but he had rejected that life. He had risked so much, even the lives of others, so that he could have his revenge. The could just lie there, and go to sleep. But the anger at his own loss and the violence done to helpless people came flooding back into him. He felt the tingling resolve of yet more adrenaline shoring up his body for the seconds to come. He was terrified, but that fear would not hold him back.

“I was meant to be immortal!”

Mid-sentence, Baron threw himself at Harmen, arms outstretched, but Harmen was already prepared. He felt the weight shift under him, and immediately pushed off the roof to send him sharply sideways. Still smoking from his burns, Baron flew screaming off of the roof onto the ground with a heavy thud.

Harmen rose from his landing spot, nursing a bump on his head from colliding with the railing of the balcony from which Baron had delivered his speech. His limbs felt heavy, and his right eye still refused to open, but he didn’t allow himself time to rest. The fire had continued to build inside, and some of the larger columns had caught. Flames were beginning to reach out onto the roof and devour the structure.

Teenager limped on his good leg towards the doorway on the balcony, determined to find some piece of burning debris to heap on Baron’s head. He must have been injured in the fall or he would have been shouting his rage like he was before.

But on the heels of that thought, came a firm hand on his shoulder.

“This has gone on for long enough.” Baron said, and with that he grabbed Harmen with both hands and hurled him into the debris on the street.

Splinters rained from the sky and one of Harmen’s gaulet’s landed far away, torn from his hand with the force of the impact. The fire continued to burn, cracking the wooden pillars inside like the bones of Harmen’s broken body.

“It is time you returned to your family.”
Announcements / Re: New IRC
« Last post by pongko on October 03, 2017, 05:56:21 AM »
Do not know if i ever met like me
The Southlands / Re: Due Payment
« Last post by Aurn Novak on September 27, 2017, 12:59:23 PM »
More and more dots of torchlight flickered among the village. Their movements offered the blue haired man only snippets of the approaching mob. Even this far away, though, voices echoed across the rice paddies. A confident, excited cacophony. Louder and louder.

Every second was less time he had to think.

Aurn had the advantage now - but only to a certain extent. He couldn't risk getting surrounded, or letting them work together, nor could he stop to dispatch each and every mercenary by themselves. He just needed to distract them long enough, and to do that he'd need to put this water to better use. Aurn glanced from the pair approaching by the path, then into the ghostly unknown of the rice paddy. He pivoted, ran, and shadows enveloped him.

His shelter of silence was immediately broken. A shout met his ears - followed by crystalline thuds, two splashes - and a definitive hiss. Far to his right the torches and shadowy forms reached the wall, then split to either side. More than he'd spotted from the hill.

Uneasiness pulled at Aurn. He would have fought them head-on any other day, this time though, this one time, he would have to leave it be. This last plan is what would clean his honor and give him peace, nothing else. With that thought, a strange lightness began to stir in him.

In a spray of black muddy water the blue haired man came to a halt. Water rippled around him, the air was cool and damp. The breeze from earlier was fading, and with it the stench of death. He turned to face the village. Some torches remained within, the rest were fanning out, and a few brave souls had waded down into the various paddies themselves, scouring the ever-darkening night. They were closing in. Suddenly, he noticed - between his heavy breaths - a dull, jittery metallic clink. He looked to the Aegis.

How long had it been since his hands had shaken this much?

Was it a remnant from earlier, from Baron's twisting words? It felt, odd, something about it was out of place. It wasn't panic or hesitation, though. Something else fluttered through his veins and guts. Something that had the soft, uncertain tension of panic - but was different. Just slightly so.  It was anticipation. This was all he could want. A last honorable stand, and a chance to test everything he could muster. All against bandits and empty puppets - to help end a monster. Why would he be afraid of what he'd gotten himself into?  Even back in Miriel, he'd known Baron had powerful connections. Aurn was a fighter - it was one of the few things that gave him purpose. Fear should have no say in this matter.

For the first time in his life, Aurn could cut loose.

Suddenly the still, muddy water around him brimmed with possibilities. Hidden in the rippling blue and wafting green were so many potential spells and ideas that Aurn had to pause. Then, with one last scan of the spreading mob, he closed his eyes. He moved his hands in composed, cyclical paths. After a moment, in gentle reply, mist bloomed from the water around him, tendrils curling in the air. Another gesture and it rushed out in all directions. The Fog Bank spread more than a hundred feet around him - tinted at its limits by soft flickering torchlight. An arrow whistled through the heavy fog, then another, followed by scattered voices.

Immediately, Aurn stretched his arms out, and concentrated on the point between his palms. Water coiled up from the field and coalesced into a black, glistening sphere a foot across. With a single fluid motion, Aurn grabbed the sphere and spread it over the face of the Aegis - forming a jagged, foot long blade of ice in its wake; Brand Weapon: Water. Aurn looked into his mind's eye again.

Directly ahead, several people were heading his way - their dark figures just distinguishable as they displaced the water-laden air.  They advanced with an eerie determination - awkwardly slogging through the water without clear direction - shortening the window of time he'd made. Aurn had maybe half of his mana left, but he had been wasteful earlier. He couldn't afford to cobble spells together like that again. More entered the fog behind them to his left.

Shifting his stance just so, Aurn lined himself up with his targets and concentrated on the water directly around him. In an instant, he threw his hands forwards in quick fluttering motions. A hail of ice shards shot from the water below his arms in reply. With each motion a couple more whistling towards the group. Through his mind's eye he could see the Diamond Dust hit home. While most of his shots missed - a few of the shapes toppled over - and not a word escaped them.

Then - slowly, doggedly - some stood back up. Aurn could see ice shards almost a foot long - clear as day - jutting out of them. He backed up. The survivors turned towards him and closed in. More figures entered the edges of the fog behind them.

Exhaling, Aurn brought himself lower to the ground. He reached forwards - gripped the air - and slowly began to pull backwards. In unison with the sudden strain, Aurn wove his mana into the water around him, binding it, actualizing his spell. Trickles and splashes met his ears as the water withdrew from around his legs. Strain dug into his arms the further he pulled them back. Following his exertions like an orchestra following a conductor, the water around him withdrew. Back and back, then up - coalescing into a swell, then a wave. Sloshing footsteps closed in. Aurn's legs tensed from the strain, his wounds growled and their tolerable hum became a scream, a shriek. The wave hung in the air - it's weight looming behind him as though it were some primordial beast ready to pounce. A white crest began to churn atop its twelve foot height. Aqua Wave Majoris. It wasn't a sophisticated spell by any means, but it required experience and stamina to shape and move such a mass of water. It drained a sizable remainder of his mana. Ten feet away. With a single heaving motion, Aurn threw his arms forward - as though the force from them alone would stop the Kayael.

A thunderous roar overwhelmed his ears - deafening, enveloping. He could feel the weight of the spell rush around him, pulling at the air - a wall of water that only spared where he stood. It smashed head-on into the approaching group, and they were gone. The wave quickly lost it's height, but maintained its speed and weight as it transformed into a crashing swell of foam that surged back towards the village. The water around him was dragged in the spell's wake, leaving the paddies only damp - a window. Aurn glanced to his left, to the closest illuminated patch of the fog. It was risky. They could surround him much more easily, but if he maintained this momentum, he could keep them off balance.

Almost casually he drew an Aqua Fang from the meager water around him, then clenched his hands into fists. Air and water mixed with a crystalline crunch, and the Aqua Fang became a Frost Fang. He bolted forwards, across the rice and mud, his spell held aloft like a spear.

"Protect those who can't protect themselves." Aurn whispered between breaths. "Protect those who can't protect themselves."

Just as his foot met the slope of the path, a tremendous watery crash rumbled far off to his right. Aurn felt it as much as he heard it. A grinding, shaking impact that lasted far longer than it had a right to. Part of the fog bank became darker. Cries scattered through the air. Aurn escaped the fog in three strides and came to a halt on the path in two.

Bathed in torchlight, four bandits stood together looking off to where the fog had gone dark. Several more were scattered loosely far up the pathway. The four turned towards him in a slow, fleeting moment. Aurn's loosed the Frost Fang. Too close to avoid it, a wet crunch escaped the point of impact, and a bandit hurtled clear off the path into the darkness.

Aurn charged, the Aegis' ice blade, backed by his weight, slammed into the closest bandit - sending him stumbling backwards. The furthest of them broke and ran just before an axe lunged at Aurn from his left. It ricocheted off his chest plate - the impact sent him back a step. As the Andunese man drew back, the blue haired man threw himself forwards and slashed with the Aegis. The bandit dropped his torch to clutch the bloody gash. As he pulled back, Aurn swung the Aegis long - deflecting the other bandit's sword.  A block, a parry, a roll, a hit - the blue haired man took down one bandit then the other. He kicked the torch into the paddy, let shadows wash over him and continued down the path at speed.

"Shoot him!" cried the fleeing bandit down the pathway. She ran until several comrades stood between herself and Aurn. "Shoot him! Kill him!" Some readied themselves, some backed away. There was only one of him, but now they knew what he was capable of.

The blue haired man took what advantage he could from their fear. By the time he left the darkness he was running nearly full-tilt. Pain punctuated each stride. Two Nijonese bandits met his charge, and while they were much more skilled than his previous opponents, fear curbed their movements. Aurn surged forwards - the Aegis practically bouncing from one bandit to the other; blocking, hitting, missing, clipping. His wounds shouted at him, but his adrenaline muffled their protest. A vicious strike from the Aegis, followed by a sharp kick, broke one bandit's leg and sent him sprawling. Each swing tired him.

More were coming down the path, torchlight flickering around them, lighting up the edge of the fog. A haphazard arrow whistled past Aurn and the remaining bandit. The man was weary, but his fear was ebbing - and without it he was much more formidable. Bit by bit the Nijonese blade had hacked Brand Weapon spell to a stump of ice. The others were closing in. For a moment, the two backed away, and sized each other up.

Another arrow hissed out of the scattered, approaching group. Unlike the previous shot, it fell true - and sharp - tearing into Aurn's left bicep. Shrieking, burning, white-hot pain split through him. He gripped his arm, glanced down the path, through the figures, shadows and crackling torchlight. Fifty, maybe sixty feet back stood the culprit - nocking another shot.

Aurn glanced back to the bandit, who was already rushing towards him. The swordsman threw his weight behind a mighty slash. With all his might, Aurn flung himself to his left. He landed hard on his left side, and another flash of pain flooded his arm. The blue haired man dragged himself to his feet and ran into the rice paddy. Fog met him with a chilled embrace, and another arrow whized over his shoulders.

Water pulled at every step. By the time he'd made it a dozen strides in, splashes met his ears - directly behind him - more and more. Aurn looked into his mind's eye and readied a Wind Wave. He would shift to defense, and plan his next moves in the further paddy. Hard, guttural voices called ahead of him.

Flying from the fog like a loosed arrow, Aurn bolted up the incline of the pathway. The man in scarred Guntai armor loomed on the path, simultaneously surprised, angry, and yet stalwart at Aurn's emergence. Two more men stood around him. Still running up the incline, Aurn unleashed his spell. The entire near side of the fog bank ruptured and swirled as lit up in a glow, scintillating flash of neon green light. The veteran and a cohort were knocked off their feet. Aurn summited the pathway, and the remaining bandit gave chase.

As he slid down the pathway, a mass of voices and footsteps met Aurn's ears. He glanced behind himself. Five, seven, eight, nine figures stormed out of the shifting fog like angry ghosts. As he looked back ahead, the gleam of cleaner, polished armor flashed against the torchlight. He could barely make them out as he ran towards them, but it looked like two figures in the middle of the paddy. Arm screaming, wounds throbbing, Aurn solemnly raised the Aegis.

Both moved - but stood where they were. Suddenly two arrows shot past Aurn - one landed square in the midsection of his pursuer - the other fell into the group at the top of the pathway, followed by a gurgled cry.

Breathless, Aurn came to a halt in front of the two imposing, bristling figures.

"How did you know?"

Entouji unsheathed his sword, then nodded to the shredded fog bank.
The Southlands / Re: Due Payment
« Last post by Harmen on September 26, 2017, 06:05:05 AM »
Blinding light erupted into the darkness as the oil caught flame on Baron’s arm. Harmen shut his eyes and tried to turn his face away from the heat and light, but the senjii stubbornly held him. Baron was hysterical, screaming garbled words and nonsense far louder than Harmen though physically possible.

The teenager could feel Baron shifting his weight from foot to foot as the fire grew. Tongues of flame lapped about, catching Harmen’s arms and Baron’s body alight. It was chaos: deafening sound, blinding light, and growing pain.

Desperately thinking of how to escape, Harmen gripped Baron’s arm with both of his hands and pulled himself up to take the weight off of his neck. He lifted his leg, slowly testing that he could connect the outside of Baron’s elbow with his shin. Harmen wound up, used the powerful muscles in his hips and back, and delivered a mighty kick directly into bone. There was a wet crunch as Baron’s arm was pulverized by Harmen’s steel shinguard. Baron’s cry pitched wildly and his grip slackened enough for Harmen to fall to the ground.

Before he even caught his breath, Harmen rolled on the ground clumsily, tearing off his burning jacket and gauntlets. He screwed his eyes shut as he did so, but he could still see the fire light. Harmen finally attempted to take in a ragged breath, but he felt the solid impact of a foot stomping just beside him.

Baron’s arm barely missed the teenager and indented the floor. Harmen hadn’t had time to move, but when he looked up, he saw that Baron’s face was smoking from recently extinguished fire. He threw himself to lie prone as Baron took up a floorboard and hurled it at waist height. It sailed across the room as though thrown by a hurricane and it destroyed a window.

Looking up through wattering eyes, Harmen fought the urge to cough. He was nearly touching Baron, but the sound of the fire was enough to hide his breathing, and he was covered in debris. The flames had started to spread. He saw that Baron’s left arm was completely broken, hanging limply at his side.

“Where are you, boy!” shouted Baron, roaring into the growing fire around him. The faux walls covered in rice paper had caught flame, and the air was turning acrid with smoke. Harmen rolled gently on the floor to avoid Baron’s foot as the senjii turned to face the other direction. “Strike me down if you can,” he bellowed, “but we both know that you always run.”

Baron walked a step, suddenly growing angry. He reached down to pick up a thick wooden column, swinging it violently. It caught on the ceiling and exploded into wood chips, bringing down more debris from the second floor. He thrashed again, throwing the lumber like a javelin and it embedded itself into the wall.

Harmen stood shakily, one hand clutching his ribs in pain. His fingers didn’t feel wet with blood, but every breath made him wince. He could see that the fire was building, slowly devouring the walls to encircle them. He tried to speak, but tasted blood and grit. He spat onto the ground and Baron whirled to find him.

“I don’t have to run.” The teenager said through gritted teeth. He could see that Baron’s face was scarred.

“You are nothing!” Baron said. His broken arm twitched violently and then relaxed. There was the sound of breaking bone.

“If I am nothing,” Harmen said slowly, “then you are less.” His expression became angry, and every trace of fear vanished from him. He spat out his words in his native language like they were poison. “You killed your family.”

“They were never my family,” Baron replied, “They were preventing my greatness.” His arm shifted again, the fingers twitching slightly.

“You became a monster. It would be better if you had died.” Harmen shouted. The pain in his side flared and his vision blurred.

“They made me into so much more.”

“How many did you have to kill for them to take you?” Harmen said, glancing to the fire. It was still building slowly, but debris tumbling from the second floor caught his attention. The entire ceiling had begun to sag from the lack of support form below.

“I would have killed fifty had I known what it would bring me.” Baron said, finally lifting his left arm to make a fist. “I will live for—“

Harmen threw himself into a standing leap to grab at where a lantern was mounted before. When his weight fell on the iron hook embedded in the ceiling, the beams above him groaned and splintered under the strain.

Baron surged forwards to grab him, like a bat out of hell. The senjii was almost on top of him, but he was crushed under the weight of flaming crates falling from the second floor.

As the ceiling fell, Harmen dropped to the floor and shoulder rolled towards one of the remaining columns near the side of the room. The fire billowed from the collapsing debris, as if the great dragon that had swallowed them were breathing.

Harmen kept his back to the column to avoid the debris, and once it was settled, started to clamour on the pile of crates and furniture that had fallen. His hands became spintered and raw from the broken wood, but he managed to heave himself onto what remained of the second floor.

The smoke had risen and made the air painful to the eyes, but through the haze he could see that there were several windows to the ouside. A large patch of the floor had collapsed, but he found a section that was still intact all the way to a window.

Grunting from the pain, Harmen fell into a run towards the window. His feet were unsteady, and his breathing was shallow, but thousands of hours of practice had made running second nature. His strides carried him to the window at speed, and he shifted his gait. Harmen leapt at the window, meeting it shoulder first, and crashed through the wooden blinds.

He felt weightless as he started to fall down towards the slanted roof beneath him, but the slope was shallow enough that he could surely stop before he fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he felt an iron grip crush the bones in his left ankle.
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