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Post by Ress on Jul 8, 2011 0:46:16 GMT -5
Resplendent fire, 6
* Seeing his student jumping headlong into certain doom, Honored Brother acted with no time to waste. Honored Brother took a long stance, taking a moment to center himself as he poured his essence out into his body, remembering this very technique he had used to take down the Anathema terror "The Quilled Tyrant".
Honored brother breathed in deep, causing his fiery anima to collapse in on itself, sliding his hand and foot on to meet the other, and ending in a final show of violence as both hands shot out, down before his belt as he let out a loud Kiai!
a huge gout of flame erupted from his mouth as his anima billowed outward in all directions, giving off a dragons roar coupled with the hiss of flame.*
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Post by Ress on Jul 8, 2011 1:01:25 GMT -5
Resplendent fire 6,
*Octavian swung with his massive hand, batting away the impotent strikes of Lirimana's spear, but he discovered all too late that this was a distraction so a small grandchild of gaia could get the drop on him. *
" Do you not know who I am, you elemental!"
*Octavian turned around to attempt to grab Mild Magma in his hands, but missing*
" I am The Quarter Prince! the most powerful demon on three layers of Malfeas!! Your strikes mean nothing to me!....!!!!"
* Octavian was startled by the huge jet of flame that washed over him... mostly due to the fact it hurt so much! His huge muscled frame shook as the mystic flames coursed though the essence of the Demon.
When the flames subsided, The gutteral sound of the second circle demon's laughter could be heard as he tuned to face his combatants.*
" You almost had me scared, Monk!... You know I like you monks... if all your kind decided to sap your family lines right at the root, there would be none of you left to annoy me!"
* His reptilian face cracked into a smile as his dripping black hands tightened around his iron staff. With the might of She Who Lives In Her Name's flame, Octavian let lose a barrage of strikes at Honored Brother, Lirimana and Mild Magma*
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Post by Ress on Jul 8, 2011 1:18:54 GMT -5
Resplendent fire 6,
*Seeing Lirimana in danger, Caress of Words bounded his little mink self out from under her clothes and lept off her arm, shifting suddenly into a giant mink war monster, a black daiklaive with many silver veins in hand. With a mighty swing, he came to blow with Octavian's weapon, taking the brunt of his attack.. but the might of Octavian was far too great for even Caress of Words' war form,causing his weapon to fall to the ground.
When the weapon landed, its fom melted and reformed into that of a metallic seal. the little creature jumped up and down slapping its flippers together*
" Sentinel!... get Arachnia out here!.. we need this thing banished back to Malfeas!"
* Mild Magma crossed his arms across his body, intending to take the brunt of the impact,but just before Octavian could hit him, Honored Brother's anima swelled to full totem once more, contracting and exploding in time with his breathing, and all the while making the sound of a dragon.
Both strikes intended for the dragons stopped short, as if an unseen force impeded the demon's swing*
" What?!...What is this?.. how are you doing this?!"
(Mild Magma: tick 3
Lirimna: tick 3
Caress of Words:3
Honored Brother: tick 5
Ot:6
Octavian: tick 6 )
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Jul 8, 2011 2:13:45 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
*Arachnia gave Ress a kiss on his cheek and set Miakoda in his lap while she dashed off to banish a demon. With the window open, Arachnia dove out of it and landed in a full-out run. The Empress ate ground to her Manse, shouting orders to Zeriku as she went*
Zeriku, be ready to go as soon as I'm in! Have the doors open!
*As soon as she was in the Manse, Zeriku shot off in the direction of Octavian and the others. Arachnia took the travel time to melt and reshape her body into a spine-tailed swift. In preparation she took flight and landed at the topmost windowsill to wait while they landed. It was still going to be a distance to fly, but this form should make it easier*
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Post by Ress on Jul 14, 2011 15:02:24 GMT -5
Resplendent fire 6,
* The grassy battlefield was now a scorched wasteland of burnt soil covered in ash and a thick black sludge. Octavian still stood, covered in black char marks but ultimately still fine. The Exalts were not so lucky.
Mild magma lay dazed, beaten and confused, a huge bruise over his right eye, displaying that the bones in his socket had been shattered. His left arm hung dead by his side as he sat on the burnt ground, swaying slightly as black sludge dripped off his head.
Honored Brother stood before the still able Octavian, his eyes coated in the black sludge and by his movements, it caused him to become blind. Both his short daiklaives were drawn and readily parrying each strike the huge demon levied upon him. it was strange to see him swaying like this, listening carefully as he defended, tracking Octavian movements by sound, but backing it by charms.
Caress of words clung to Lirimana, his bloody little mink form partially skinned and his back legs mangled.
Ot was now a suit of power armor being warn by Lirimana, protecting her from harm, despite there bing large holes in the damaged automata's metallic body, exposing Lirimana's skin underneath.
all and all, the scene was very grim*
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Post by Lirimana on Jul 16, 2011 21:45:23 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
*Lirimana stood shakily by Honored Brother, trying to distract Octavian long enough for her only standing battle companion to get in a good shot. The bare patches of skin looked swollen even through its dark hue, and she limped a little as she continued to throw her all into not letting the others die. She kept looking over at the others on the field, obviously worried for them, while one hand hovered protectively over the broken mink on her shoulder to keep him from being harmed further*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Jul 16, 2011 21:59:08 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
*the bird dropped onto the scene, shaping itself into the human form of Arachnia mid-drop so that she landed on her feet quieter than one might expect. A quick moment to survey the scene brought her the gruesome truth. She didn't have time to check for signs of life just yet, that would be something for afterwards. With a quick breath to center, the Empress began moving her hands in the sharp movements of Seven Devils Rebuking, finishing with her feet sweeping wide to complete the sign. Without break, Arachnia smoothly transitioned into the Victory Over Primordials Mudra. The Empress hoped to catch Octavian off-guard, but she took no chances, and in a burst of blinding silver light her anima banner exploded into being with the efforts of using this level of sorcery*
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Post by Ress on Jul 29, 2011 23:06:08 GMT -5
Resplendent fire 6,
"What?!"
* Just as the lumbering beast reared to strike the blind monk, he felt the core of his being twitch as a higherarchical chain reaction began within him. He could feel the pull of Munaxes on his soul, and through it, the direct influence of She Who Lives In Her Name.
Octavian knew all to well that this was the feeling of a sorcerer calling upon his mistresses oaths of surrender to banish him back to Malfeas.
He turned to face the sorcerer who dared to banish her, fighting back in this contest of wills the best way he knew how*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Jul 30, 2011 22:02:54 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
Fool, you will not win. Best to give in and save yourself the trouble.
*Arachnia turned her focus inward on the fight at hand. She knew Octavian would probably outlast her if she let this fight go on for too long. He wasn't the Quarter Prince for nothing, after all. Silver light burst out and made a corona of silver around her. It flared and shone brightly as she poured essence into her counterattack, draining her reserves until they were empty and willing the demon gone. The sounds of banishing mantras could be heard repeated over and over, commanding him with the ancient power written into his being*
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Post by Ress on Aug 6, 2011 2:43:26 GMT -5
Resplendent fire 6,
* Octavian pressed with all his might against the magics his mistress' oath had over him, but it was no use, he could feel himself slipping away as the words took root in his soul and began pulling him back to his infernal home*
" NOOOO!!!!..."
* for a split second, reality rippled as a pea sized portal opened behind the huge beast, sucking him back to malfeas with no more sound than the shouting demon was making*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Aug 13, 2011 21:55:54 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
*A light sweat had broken out over Arachnia's brow by the time Octavian had been forced back into his prison. Now shining silver and feeling the drain from her short but crucial fight, the Empress turned her black gaze on the morbid assortment left behind. Her face slipped back to its usual sultry way as she made her way to Honored Brother, the most hurt of the group. Mild Magma looked dazed, but able to carry on for the moment. She was worried that the monk would fall off his feet if she didn't get a better look at him. It looked like the only person whose legs were unable to hold them had someone to be carried easily by, so it probably would work out to fit most of them on her back. It was times like these (and many others, of course) that she was glad her war form had such a large.... asset*
Hello, Honored Brother, I want to take a look at you before we move to a more comfortable treatment center
*Arachnia gently tilted his chin up with her index finger, checking his pupils and head for signs of concussion or other life-threatening immediacies*
Does anything feel out of the ordinary that could prevent you from making a short trip?
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Post by Lirimana on Aug 13, 2011 22:15:58 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
Okay, wow, I can't believe I made that....
*Lirimana pulled her hand away from its shield over Caress of Words, whom she took very gently and kissed on his little mink head. There were tears in her eyes, which she tried to wipe away, but only succeeded in smearing blood and other sludge across her face*
Oh honey, I'm sorry this happened to you. You'll get fixed up good as new, I promise
*She put him gingerly back onto her shoulder, petting the silver metal over her body as she started towards the others, panting and limping the whole way*
Come on, Ot, dear, you did very well. I'll take you home and feed you something nice. How does a shiny artifact sound?
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Post by Ress on Aug 23, 2011 20:37:38 GMT -5
* Honored Brother staggered as his body relaxed, the strenuous fight for his life now over. Heaving a sigh, he shook his head, rubbing his sludge filled eyes with the broad side of his arm.*
" No... no I am fine for now.... I just need to be guided to a safer place where this blinding sludge can be cleaned out... Mild Magma had it applied to his head, so he may be a little... confused for a little while"
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Post by Ress on Aug 23, 2011 20:43:05 GMT -5
* Caress Of Words twitched some, the black sludge on his little mink head dripping off as he moved. He squeaked a little, unable to form any words in riverspeak at the moment. He nuzzled her a little, instinctively knowing this was someone he could trust, though his empty mind could not tell him why*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Aug 23, 2011 21:33:42 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 6,
*Arachnia nodded and took a step back*
One moment and I will have room for everyone..
*The Empress closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose, exhaling while she concentrated on letting her body release its current shape. She was lucky to have just enough left over after that bout with the Quarter Prince to do this, though her body protested that it wanted rest. Pushing past the feeling, Arachnia's form shimmered and grew up and out until it solidified into a hybrid of woman and arachnid. Her black chitinous body glinted and her eight eyes fixed on the others. Lowering down, she reached out to help Honored Brother up onto her abdomen so he could sit*
Honored Brother, step up and swing your leg over. You will soon be joined by the others and we will be to an infirmary soon
*Once he was seated, the Empress rose up on her eight legs and collected the others, fastening them to her with the more coherent arms of Lirimana in the back. Once everyone was aboard, she took off at a quick pace. Adopting the smooth strides of her spider body was a natural thing, and it kept her riders from further injury as they journeyed to her Manse. It seemed that more and more she was allowing herself and her things to be used, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Still, this was the best way to salvage the situation, and it was entirely logical that the most hale person left from the fight took charge and facilitated what needed to be done. Well, it was something to think on, anyway.. It wouldn't be long until they were all back in her medical bay and she could get to work on their injuries*
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