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Post by Aelodil on Dec 1, 2013 1:42:19 GMT -5
Navarog's eyes simmered and he let out a howl of pain. The voice was nothing like his normal voice. This voice had no tenderness in it. The spirits inside him yowled in pain. Navarog began to glow intensely bright and then it stopped. All movement stopped. Ashendale was imprisoned in ice, the spirits in Navarog were in rest and the warriors who had fought them injured or dead. Only then did Navarog comprehend the extent of his acts as he looked upon the girl Skailah as she grasped at the body of yet another man. He owed the man his life for if he had not intervened, not only would Skailah had died, so would have he. He tried to stand up and walk towards them but came crashing down. Then he remembered, he was too weak to do that much of a complex heal. He looked at the other girl, and smiled. Perhaps he could not save one life, but he could help another. He hobbled over to her and coughed. He reached out with his hands and began murmuring words in the Ancient Language. The dragon's scales were repaired and the inner damage as well. The girl's shoulder gave a pop as it was returned to its socket. The tendons and muscles in her leg sewed together. Navarog smiled and fell back to the ground, laying there in a heap. At least he had helped the innocent people who had suffered due to his weakness.
Then a man who looked old beyond the point of being ancient walked to the site, a venerable old wooden staff in his hand which he used to support his weight as he walked. This was of course none but Camarat. The venerable Dragon Spirit had took an interest in magic and so had decided to give up his gift of turning into a dragon for knowledge and power over the Arcane. It had it's prices though, he began to age. Much slower than human and possibly elves but he aged nonetheless. He walked over to Kialandi's body, his face impassively calm. He knelt next to the body and shook his head. The magic he was dealing with here was incredibly complex and came from a source with more energy than it could spend. He took a deep breath and put his hand over the man's face. He began humming words in the Ancient Language, words that had long been forgotten. The spell was simple in its own manner and complex in another.
Camarat was trying to renew the state of the body back to how it was before the bolt had hit him and give him extra energy that would enable him to have survived the bolt. It was a complex magic really that included both time warp and shielding the man. Finally, after about ten minutes or so, Camarat stood up, satisfied with his work. Kialandi was obviously exhausted and tired, but unlike before, he was not dead. Then Camarat walked over to Navarog. And as he neared, tears began slowly and silently fall down his cheeks. He looked down at his life long companion and at the woman in front of him."Navarog.. the spirits inside you are.. We will talk about it later. For the meantime I will be forced to make you a prison for yourself to reside within until we are sure about how to help you deal with them. Perhaps we alone could not remove them from your body, but we could help you tame them." said the old man finally, his voice soft and low. He began chanting long sentences in the Ancient Language and soon enough, Navarog was teleported to a prison in Camarat's old lair. It was deeply protected with shields that cannot be by-passed by anyone. You could enter the lair, but you could not leave. And the rocks around it were as well heavily enchanted.
The old man looked around him at the mess the spirits had caused. Then he looked at the glacier in the midst of it all. Camarat stood up, grimacing and walked over. He pointed his staff at Ashendale and said,"You have cause much harm to this forest. And you will cause harm no more. I will lock you away in a prison that, yes, will not last for ever but it will last for a very long time. I tell you this, Ashendale, you will soon enough regret your actions." his gentle and soft voice surprisingly loud and angry. Finally, he walked over to the last man in this group. A half-elf by the looks of it and said,"Ah, Joren. There was a time a friend of mine once told me to prepare a blade for a man such as yourself. A man who, against all odds, showed himself a true hero without the help of a dragon. And now, Joren, I pass this sword to you. I still have not named it or unsheathed it, but I can tell you, it is just as good as any rider blade Rhunon would have made. Use it well." as he took out a sheathed sword covered in cloth and handed it to the man.
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Post by Quetzal on Dec 1, 2013 7:27:26 GMT -5
Isrydia and Arlyn watched in amazement as so much happened. Nelfarion the human was stabbed, a white dragon they recognised as Kialandi appeared to take a hit, and Ashendale, who was being held off by the skill of Joren, was frozen. It all happened so quickly. Nelfarion was not dead, but it looked like he could go at any moment. Despite his weak state, he still healed the group regardless. Isrydia gasped in relief as her arm and leg were healed, looking at Nelfarion in shock and wordless gratitude as he collapsed. Truly he must be reformed. With just a few words, something good within Nelfarion had begun to win its struggle against the spirits. In just a few minutes the greatest enemy she had ever faced had gone from raging homicidal beast to wounded man filled with regret.
Isrydia unstrapped her other leg and slid off Arlyn, looking at the old man who now approached. She did not know who he was, but he started healing Kialandi successfully so clearly he was wise and powerful. Arlyn listened to the gentle rise and fall of the words, many of which he had never heard before. The man must be as old as he looked to know forgotten words of the Ancient Language.
Navarog. That was what the old man named the new Nelfarion. The pair watched as he teleported the good Navarog and the evil Ashendale to their prisons. They were pleased to see Joren receive what sounded like an excellent blade. He deserved it. Three Riders had been unable to best Ashendale the last time she had seen him, and now Joren had single-handedly fended him off until he was frozen.
Curiosity drew them towards Camarat. "Who are you?" Isrydia asked, in awe of the old man. Arlyn sent thoughts of congratulations towards Joren, trying to let him no how impressed the dragon was with his fighting abilities. "I've never seen magic like that before. I hope it's true that the spirits in Navarog can be removed or tamed." Having seen the extent of Nelfarion's destructive forces, taming those spirits seemed like a big ask. |
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Post by Daidrea on Dec 1, 2013 17:11:24 GMT -5
Joren watched the events unfold before him. As soon as Ashendale became frozen, Joren dropped to his knees, panting very heavily. The battle seemed to have ended, so he released the energy from inside his body and it reverted back to its normal size and shape. His entire being wreathed in agony, letting out a long groan after changing back. His skin was flush all over and he was trembling. Heh...seems I still dont have the stamina to use this for long, drawn out fights. It was luck that this ended swiftly.
A man showed up and began tending to everyone. After a bit he walked over to Joren and presented him a blade. Gingerly Joren got to his feet and took the sword. Unsure of what to say, he merely nodded his head in thanks. He was also receiving praise from Arlyn, which he also gave a nod to. With that, Joren rested himself on the ground.
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Hmm...It seems they have lost. Rather unusual for Ashendale and Nelfarion. Kuja stretched himself as he was flying on his dragon Selris towards the scene. No matter, this will beg a good time to retrieve Ashendale and bring to the master. The Shade readied himself as they drew closer. "Well then, let's go introduce ourselves shall we?" Selris let out a bellowing roar that echoed throughout the area. In just a few short moments, the two arrived in the aftermath of the fight. Selris landed a good distance from where the group was.
Kuja hopped off and inspected what was in front of him. This group managed to beat those two? Kuja sighed at the situation. He began walking towards them with Selris in tow behind him. "Well, I must say that I'm impressed you managed to live. Nelfarion and Ashendale are quite fearsome... We were going to bring them in ourselves so they would serve the Empire. But it seems you have done all the leg work. Well done."
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Post by Brenton on Dec 1, 2013 17:39:34 GMT -5
((Well I guess I might bring in some big bad a man who will easily beat Kuja))
Stupid shades encroaching upon his territory, and then challenging his abilities and acting like he was nothing but a weakling. Like he was really going to go down that easily and just let Kuja win this fight at all without showing the shade what he could do in the first place. As Ashendale looked into the eyes of Kialandi Morzansson he gave a very brief message, get out while he was busy or he would kill them for hurting Nelfarion. Already he was glowing with a purple and black light that seemed to grow and suddenly the ice exploded into a million tiny fragments, spreading outward and he had the swords at the ready, forming into one blade again. Ashendale looked right at Kuja and gave a half crooked grin while he brushed his hair aside and rolled his neck a bit. You can't honestly expect me to just give up and let that tyrant king take me captive. I have taken down entire armies by myself while your kind hides behind minions such as the urgals. You are weak, Shade, and I shall prove that to you now.
As he finished his speech, Ashendale felt the purple and black flames flicker in his hand and another blade appeared in his palm, deviously sharp. He had known Nelfarion was a shade-like creature and so he was used to their weaknesses which is why the smaller blade he threw end over end toward the shade's heart at blinding speed while he gathered himself up.
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Arathale had heard of a Shade flying toward the forest on dragon back like a rider would and so he now rested in the trees above as he surveyed the area and looked for signs to take down the enemy. Below were several people of varying healths. One was an old man with a cane that had just healed a few people and another was a larger man who was just waking up from what was obviously a freshly healed wound. There were two women and a dragon as well as a man and then the shade and his dragon. This was going to be interesting. Then he saw what else was there, another man who busted out of the ice and stood in front of the Shade. Arathale jumped down and stood next to the old man while he waited for the others to figure out what to do.
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Post by Aelodil on Dec 2, 2013 13:37:54 GMT -5
Camarat's eyes seethed with anger as he glared at Ashendale, his calm composition long gone. He raised the wooden staff above his head and began chanting, channeling the words. He was basically trying to call back the guardian of the forest and to help him bolster the shields around the forest though now in a considerably smaller circle as he had to remove the excess part which had been burned and the other part that currently contained Ashendale. This magic in itself would not take much from him, mostly leeching the energy it needed from the guardian, but he knew if Ashendale attempted to break the shield he would begin to feel the drain on his energy. He saw yet another man walk by, but this man seemed strangely familiar. It was when he was a baby, but certainly he did remember. He gestured for the man to follow him back into the shield. As he backed into the shield, he gestured for the others to do the same.
As he entered the shield, he glared at Ashendale and the Shade. He decided to let them fight it out and then once the battle ended he would drive out the remaining one. In either case, whichever one would still be there was still going to be a major problem. A Shade was a force to reckon with and Ashendale had proven himself a twisted man with more power than any one man should have. He then turned to Isrydia, his expression softening and said,"My name is Camarat. I am -- sorry, I was a Dragon Spirit until recently. I decided to give up my gift to become a Wizard. A true master of magic. Now, let me concentrate on this barrier." as he put his staff tip to the floor and closed his eyes.
(Sorry, rushed post. Also, I
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Post by Aelodil on Dec 3, 2013 23:08:13 GMT -5
Don't mean to spam, but Quetzal, if you gonna have dome time before posting, mind if I edit mine? It was rushed and very bad quality
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Post by Quetzal on Dec 4, 2013 14:41:38 GMT -5
((That would have been fine, but I've left this post a while and people have been bugging me to get on with it so... I hope people don't mind me bringing in Aether either, I figured since she's small and a Guardian she could appear instead of Terra Nova, although Terra could still join too if she wanted))
Just when Isrydia thought it was all over, yet more people arrived. This time it was a Shade who flew on a dragon's back, something which she had thought was impossible. Arlyn snarled at the sight of it. "What dragon in their right mind would carry a Shade?" His voice was full of anger when he spoke to his Rider.
"I don't think he is in a right state of mind," Isrydia replied to him mentally. She and Arlyn hated and feared Shades from their only other encounter with one, which would have cost Arlyn his life if it weren't for the Kull Urak-Thar. Yet another man appeared, and the two followed Camarat into the shield. Emerging from a meeting with Nelfarion and Ashendale practically unscathed was lucky enough, and they didn't want to stretch that by unnecessarily running out to fight a Shade. If anyone was in trouble, they would help, but that wasn't the case yet.
Dragon Spirits could give up their gift? This was news to Isrdyia and Arlyn. They had no idea Dragon Spirits could decide to give up the ability to turn into a dragon in favour of pursuing mastery over magic. Their respect for the old man increased dramatically. They always seemed to be dragged out into conflict, but learning was their real passion.
A Guardian answered Camarat's call. The Guardian of Air was not as protective or caring as the Guardian of Earth, who would normally protect the forest, but her element was more constructive and protective of forests than fire, water or psychic and she could provide a little help in a fight if necessary, not that she wanted to be involved. She hardly disturbed the air as she flew, the wind providing no resistance for its Guardian. White wings scattered light, tiny rainbows glinting on the end of soft snowy feathers. Eyes like aging stars looked at Camarat in unspoken agreement to help him protect the forest, and she flew the the top of his shield. A gentle breeze put out the smouldering remains of Nelfarion's fires, cooling any singed plants to minimize damage. |
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Post by Aelodil on Dec 4, 2013 14:57:07 GMT -5
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Post by Daidrea on Dec 4, 2013 16:08:47 GMT -5
Kuja did not even react to the blade that was thrown at him. Just before it struck, it was deterred to the left by an invisible force. Instead of hitting his heart, it struck Kuja in the sternum. The Shade glanced down at the blade and grabbed the hilt. He removed it and tossed it aside. Black smoke seeped from his chest for a few seconds and then stopped after the wound closed. Kuja pulled down the left side of his tunic to show tattooed warding on his chest in a circular design. "Did you really think I would leave the one thing that could kill me unguarded? Sorry but it wont be that simple. I am not a second rate Shade like Duzra was. In fact you could say I am a new breed. Not only a Rider, but something 'experimental.'" Kuja chuckled lightly. "You could say I am the master's personal angel of death. So you see my friend, I dont need an army to hide behind. Allow me to show you how wrong you are when it comes to how strong I am."
Kuja pushed his palms together flat. A dark aura began to surround him, black lightning crackled around his body. The ground he was standing on was becoming desecrated, any plant life around Kuja began to wither away. Black energies swirled around him slowly, suddenly the streaks of energy began to form faces at the ends of them. They were the souls that Kuja had 'devoured' into his being. Their painful cries of despair rang in the air.
Kuja seperated his hands and took a wider stance. A black blade appeared in his right hand out of smoke. "Well then, whenever you are ready to suffer."
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Post by Brenton on Dec 4, 2013 16:29:02 GMT -5
Ashendale growled as his dagger missed his mark but then he realized that of course any reputable enemy would not leave their one weakness open for attack like he had thought. So he grinned and put his hands together as well just in time to bring the darkness even darker and soon the Nether was in the real world full force, leaving no barrier. In truth he had learned that when the Branches had been unsealed he had gained a lot of power and therefore could control the Nether about as well as even the guardian who was actually in charge. When the Nether surrounded him, Ashendale started chanting in a language more demonic than the Ancient Language, devised by the Fey who had been around before the Grey Folk.
Soon his body was glowing purple and his hair got straight and pure purple with black lightning bolts shot through while it stood up and his body got larger with more muscle that bulged and his eyes grew demon red. His teeth got sharper and his ears grew sharper until he looked like a monster elf but his eyes pupils got slitted like a cat's and his tongue grew forked as his skin grew hard as dragon scale. Ashendale had been a human one second who had been thought of to be a normal rider with more magic ability but now he had used demonic magic that only he had uncovered through texts lost in the Nether. In his place now stood a man who was as strong as ten people his size and as large as a Kull while he had the senses of an elf and the hardened skin much like scales of a dragon. He was very strong before but now Ashendale was near impossible to beat and soon he would get stronger but if he stayed like this then he would be corrupted worse than even this shade in front of him.
Do you really think I am some normal mortal who cannot defend myself? Think about it for a second, pawn why would your king send you to capture me if he were strong enough to take me himself? Someone as old as he is with as much power as he has cannot hope to beat me so what makes you think you can? In Ashendale's hand was his sword but then the other hand was wreathed in purple light and soon it was covered by a spiked gauntlet.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 4, 2013 16:29:04 GMT -5
Ashendale growled as his dagger missed his mark but then he realized that of course any reputable enemy would not leave their one weakness open for attack like he had thought. So he grinned and put his hands together as well just in time to bring the darkness even darker and soon the Nether was in the real world full force, leaving no barrier. In truth he had learned that when the Branches had been unsealed he had gained a lot of power and therefore could control the Nether about as well as even the guardian who was actually in charge. When the Nether surrounded him, Ashendale started chanting in a language more demonic than the Ancient Language, devised by the Fey who had been around before the Grey Folk.
Soon his body was glowing purple and his hair got straight and pure purple with black lightning bolts shot through while it stood up and his body got larger with more muscle that bulged and his eyes grew demon red. His teeth got sharper and his ears grew sharper until he looked like a monster elf but his eyes pupils got slitted like a cat's and his tongue grew forked as his skin grew hard as dragon scale. Ashendale had been a human one second who had been thought of to be a normal rider with more magic ability but now he had used demonic magic that only he had uncovered through texts lost in the Nether. In his place now stood a man who was as strong as ten people his size and as large as a Kull while he had the senses of an elf and the hardened skin much like scales of a dragon. He was very strong before but now Ashendale was near impossible to beat and soon he would get stronger but if he stayed like this then he would be corrupted worse than even this shade in front of him.
Do you really think I am some normal mortal who cannot defend myself? Think about it for a second, pawn why would your king send you to capture me if he were strong enough to take me himself? Someone as old as he is with as much power as he has cannot hope to beat me so what makes you think you can? In Ashendale's hand was his sword but then the other hand was wreathed in purple light and soon it was covered by a spiked gauntlet.
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Post by Aelodil on Dec 7, 2013 13:35:29 GMT -5
Camarat stood there, his eyes forced shut. He recognized most of the words Ashendale uttered, and that was the scary part. Those words were to never be spoken in this world. It could cause collateral damage. He watched the demon-like man with shimmering eyes. He shook with anger and suddenly Aether was there. The nice cool breeze from her wings calmed him and he let out a deep breath. As their eyes locked for a second, he nodded. If she could maintain the shield for awhile, then he would go out and help the Shade. Sure, a Shade was bad news. But Ashendale was even worse news. He turned to Isrydia and the rest and said,"You are indeed a brave and youthful group. Yet because of that aspect, I cannot let you leave the shield. I bet you will want to face the Shade and Ashendale if I were to do so, but I cannot allow you to do it. You see, Ashendale is more powerful than anyone could have expected. I myself cannot do much, but with a Shade helping me.. perhaps we can stop him. Stay inside the shield and all will be well." and with that said, he unsheathed Vasilis and stepped out the shield.
The first thing that struck him was the winds from Aether. It was nice and soothing, and it gave him the courage and energy to do what he was about to do. He walked closer to the battle and said out loud,"Dear Shade, I will help you defeat this monstrosity but know this: After we finish with him you will be my next target. I will, of course, later on refuse to acknowledge that I had a Shade help me, but for now we must ally together if temporarily to remove this monstrosity from our home-land. Do with him as you please, so long as it gets him away from here." Then he stood next to the Shade, facing Ashendale and grimaced at the sight of the man. He eyed the man and raised his staff and began chanting. Soon enough, lightning struck his sword. Instead of injuring him or his sword, Vasilis engulfed the lightning, further empowering the blade. Quick despite his elderly appearance, Camarat struck forward with his sword aiming a quick swipe at Ashendale's sword arm hoping to disarm him. Then he struck the earth beneath him with the butt of his staff and sent out a tiny little shock wave that probably would do little against the monstrosity in front of him, but it should stagger him. Or at least, so he hoped.
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Post by Quetzal on Dec 12, 2013 16:29:35 GMT -5
Isrydia and Arlyn hated feeling so helpless behind the shield. They should be out there, fighting! She was a skilled knight as well as a Rider, and he was a dragon. They might not compare to the sheer power of Kuja, Ashendale or Camarat, but were hardly going to be of any use stuck behind this shield like this! They tried to push forward, but Aether looked down at them and shook her head. She wouldn't take part in the fighting, but she could at least protect the forest and its people. If Camarat wanted these two protected, she would protect them whether they liked it or not.
The young Rider and dragon might not have recognised the language Ashendale spoke, but Aether did. It had been an awfully long time since she had heard anyone utter such terrible things. It was a surprise the foul tongue had even lasted this long. The result of the evil magic was horrendous. Ashendale could not call himself human any more, not like this. Anger swept through her to see such corruption, but she had to let history take its course. She would protect the air and the forest, but the affairs of mortals - Ashendale was a mortal despite what he said, and at least compared to her he was - was not her business. Seeing the Nether used by this monster was not something she was happy about, either. She understood the stuff well as a Guardian, and it was a dangerous and unpredictable thing not be trusted.
Meanwhile, Arlyn and Isrydia were not idle. They were watching the fight, thinking of ways they could still help. Advice, perhaps, a spell, and idea, some energy. Anything they could do. Camarat wasn't bad at fighting, but it was clear the pursuit of knowledge was his forte and so it might be wiser for him to take a more tactical approach rather than the full-force attacks the other two were trying. The girl and her dragon were trying to think of such things. Cutting off Ashendale's access to the Nether would be an ideal way to weaken him, but she didn't know how to do that. Aether might, but she seemed pretty adamant about not participating in any fighting. Weakening a Shade and a dragon could be done by cutting off magic too, but again that would be hard. Unless... Non-verbal magic was difficult. Kuja and Ashendale could probably manage it, but it took a lot more energy and something as powerful as whatever language Ashendale had spoken before would probably refuse to work without being spoken aloud. Cutting off their tongues would be an easy way to prevent that... pretty grim, but effective. They could try teleporting them both somewhere else too, but that might not be necessary with Aether shielding the living things in the area. "Little things can sometimes have a bigger effect than brute force, Camarat! Like... preventing speech or inhibiting movement," She called out a suggestion. It was all she could do. |
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Post by Daidrea on Dec 12, 2013 17:24:23 GMT -5
"....ahahahaha...AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Kuja leaned back as he laughed. The events that unfolded before him just amused him endlessly. "Pitiful mortal." Kuja merely scoffed towards Ashendale. What a fool, Kuja thought to himself. To think he, a mere human and singular vessel, can control that amount of the Twisting Nether with no strings attatched? "The thing that will impress me more is keeping your soul intact Ashendale, not you beating me. That is.... if you can."
The elder Camarat then drew Kuja's attention next. "Heh, if you want to save me some extra grunt work then do as you wish." Then he watched as Camarat moved in for the first attack.
Good this will buy me some time then, Kuja thought to himself. Kuja stuck his sword into the ground in front of him and put his palms together once more. "Naglafar." Suddenly a roar rang in the air. It was Kuja's dragon, Selris. He spoke aloud, KUJA, ARE YOU TRYING TO BE THE DEATH OF US ALL? I REFUSE TO SIT IDLY BY IF YOU ATTEMPT TO USE THAT HERE.
With annoyance Kuja glanced behind him. "I dont remember asking for your opinion on the matter." There was a long silence between them. "Fine, fine. You always get like this when I use forbidden magic." Selris growled at him.
"Oh well, it looks like Im gonna have to do this the old fashioned way then." Kuja vanished in black smoke. Since Ashendale seemed to be distracted with Camarat. Kuja made an attempt to sneak behind him. Reappearing at his back, Kuja slammed his hand into Ashendale in an effort to begin draining away the Nether energy within him. Kuja also had a connection to the Nether and has used its power. However being a Shade gave him a vast advantage since it would corrupt most normal men.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 15, 2013 15:57:59 GMT -5
Arathale watched the scene unfold with disinterest until the old man walked out to face this Ashendale. There was no way he would let this man fight alone. So he waited until Aether was distracted and then he made his move.
Silently the man crouched and waited three seconds. On the third second, Arathale sprung forward and rolled until he was outside the shield. Not even pausing to breathe, Arathale sprung to his feet and slipped behind Kuja just in time to cast a spell that shoved Ashendale to the side and out of range of both attacks. "Attacking someone from behind is underhanded. Fight fairly, scum!"
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The entire time everything was happening, Skailah had been wondering who the new guy was. Obviously Camarat had recognized him but still it was strange. Just then she looked at Kialandi and gasped in shock. "Kialandi and the new guy look a lot alike!" Skailah said all of that to Isrydia.
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Post by Quetzal on Dec 23, 2013 7:31:38 GMT -5
((I know it's Vlaer's turn, but he's having problems with his Internet connection and I don't want this thread to die!))
Aether was not stupid. The small group standing behind her shield all wanted to get out, and when Arathale crouched it was glaringly obvious what he was about to do. Her shield was like a wall; regardless of where her attention was, anything that ran at it would feel as if they had just met brick that even magic could not pass through. Yet she thought Camarat should not face three enemies alone. Once the Shade and his dragon were gone, Ashendale would turn on the wizard, probably before. Technically this wasn't interfering with the fight... she weakened the barrier just enough to allow Arathale to leave, no more. Isrydia tried to run out after them, but smacked into the now solid shield. Aether looked at her without expression before watching the fight again.
Arlyn growled with the frustration of not being allowed to fight. Stupid bird. He and Isrydia had to get out somehow.
Isrydia heard what Skailah said and looked carefully at Arathale, rubbing her head where she'd run into the shield. "Yeah, I suppose so. Could just be a coincidence, but these days, nothing seems to be," she replied. "We've got other things to worry about, though. I doubt Aether will let us through her shield, but we should still try helping in other ways. We ought to figure out a spell to help them. We could do something offensive, or we could give the Shade, his dragon and Ashendale a disadvantage. Any ideas?" she asked, desperate to do something to help. Arlyn snorted at Aether and struck the shield with a clawed paw, doing absolutely nothing. The Air Guardian looked down at him and shook her head. One extra person fighting with Camarat was enough.[/blockquote]
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