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An Open 1 on 1 introducing the forlorn wanderer, Crow Arkwright
Midnight
As the full moon rose over the southern skies, so will the night creatures awaken to perform their misdeeds. Figures move solitarily until they group together in one malignant accord, seeking other strays who were unable to shelter from the elements, or rather were foolish enough to walk the empty streets drunk with wine.
The ruffians spared no one of their practice of extortion. With the rise of bandits in the east, others with a lesser moral code became bold, openly practicing their foul deeds and breaking into dreaming houses to loot, kill, and destroy.
But if there was one thing he had learned from his old instructor, it's that justice was never far behind.
A large and unusual silhouette stood upon a rooftop, surveying the sleeping city below. In the silence of the whispering winds, a coin drop could be heard from afar. The figure snorted, then whispered gently, with the soft brush of leather against a smooth hide.
Suddenly, a crash. A window was broken into.
The equine shadow reared and leapt into the air, with pitch-black wings unfurled accompanied by the roar of approaching doom. The thief exited the house with a thick bag over his shoulder, and in the harsh moonlight, the dark shape passed over him. With a shudder and a gasp, the thief broke into a run, stumbling over his feet in a mad hurry, metal and pots clanking in his sack as he ran with every fiber in his body.
He turned into the open street and looked around him. Nothing.
The thief walked calmly into the street.
Then with a swift and quiet descent, the raven mount touched upon the ground and thundered across the cobblestone with a clamor of war. The thief shrieked in fear as he attempted to run back into the alley, but he was quickly blocked by the sturdy charger.
With a stomp upon the ground, the powerful creature spoke with a deep, gravelly voice.
"Surrender... or die."
A sharp object--no, a lance, was pointed at the thief's head. In that instant, the housebreaker swooned from intense fear.
"... Hey... you..." the voice continued. The pegasus quietly approached the thief's body and sniffed it, and at that moment, a lithe figure landed upon the ground beside the it. The person kneeled down by the thief's body and poked his face. "... I see... out cold. Well, in that case..." The man reached toward the sack and threw it over his shoulder, "Let's return this, huh?"
Post by Silas Crowley on Apr 27, 2017 18:20:27 GMT
The sound of steel against stone kicks across the cobblestone streets in a shallow cadence. The mage's footsteps weren't heavy; the black, spiked armor on him was paper-thin and only comprised of a few sheets over his arms and shoulders, leaving the elfin male's chest somewhat bare save where witchcraft charms and the tassels of his embroidered robes hung over his lean, smooth skin. Although hooded, the approaching Nohrian was anything but nondescript...
Still, a quick swipe of one hand knocks back his veil-like hood, revealing his visage: an immaculate but unsettling face of cherub-like softness, coupled with a sickly stare of avaricious yellow eyes laid down on the brigand below. Silas' eyes trace the pauper bandit's unconscious form to the head of a spear, to where it sat in the hands of the dark rider. "Ah, someone's beat me to this one... or have you-?" Speaks the mage with a sing-song, but callow tone, as he regards his supposed comrade. He'd come for the bandits as well: although, less for their bounty, and more for his research...
Two black-clad fingers point forward at the crumpled, unconscious bandit; a cold Nohrian cruelty shows in the mage's gaze, as his other hand snatches-up a black grimoire hanging off his hip by a length of thin silver chain. "Flux!" Shouts the voice of the overtly graceful and sinister-looking male, before the very shades of midnight twist to a dark command: the blackness congeals and turns solid, like a curdled tar sublimating through the air, which soon chokes-over the thief's crumpled body-!
Unless the pegasus rider did something quickly, the result would be obvious: the thief's flesh was going to be eaten and decayed by a deep blanket of darkness, the criminal put to death under the purest standard of Nohrian law. "There's no mercy in Nohr for filth..." Hatefully whispers the dark mage's voice, before his tome slams shut with a dull clap of paper. He then twists on his heels, facing backward-
-where a veritable crowd of hooded figures now stand; three total, each of them approach the pair in unison. "Some kinda officials? Or just a really edgy duo of bounty hunters, aye?" Issues a gruff voice- also coming from horseback, as the rider of a white pegasus shifts forward on the hooves of his mount. "Either way- that sod's earnings are mine, as are your lives. You've seen our faces, after all..." Announces the white rider with a sinister jeer, before brandishing a heavy lance at his side!
Each of the bandits uncover their hoods; two raise tomes at their sides, backing up their apparent leader with the glow of magic runes in the air, casting an arcane light at the rider's back. At their approach- Silas opens his black tome once more, eager to fight their ilk! "You will all die for the splendor of my research..!" Bellows the elf with an unsettling, perhaps psychotic malevolence; the odds were definitely against him if the dark pegasus rider didn't step in, though. Without a moment's pause- the glint of the white rider's spear and the flash of fire magic fill the darkness, as the bandits assault the pair! ENEMIES
LVL 03: PEGASUS RIDER Notre Sagesse Bandits
HP
20
STR
05
MAG
00
SKL
05
SPD
07
DEF
04
RES
04
WEAPONS: Lances [C]
INVENTORY: Steel Lance MT 10, HIT 75 (User SPD -3)
LVL 01: DARK MAGE (A) Notre Sagesse Bandits
HP
16
STR
00
MAG
06
SKL
03
SPD
03
DEF
03
RES
05
WEAPONS: Fire Tomes [E]
INVENTORY: Fire MT 3, HIT 90
LVL 01: DARK MAGE (B) Notre Sagesse Bandits
HP
16
STR
00
MAG
06
SKL
03
SPD
03
DEF
03
RES
05
WEAPONS: Fire Tomes [E]
INVENTORY: Fire MT 3, HIT 90
COMBAT - ROUND 0 BANDITS INITIATE: All damage halved for this round
Dark Mage (A) casts Fire (x1)on Silas! HIT: 88 DMG: 2 CRIT: 1 |Vh_N68n1-100
Dark Mage (B) casts Fire (x1)on Silas! HIT: 88 DMG: 2 CRIT: 1 1-100
Pegasus Rider attacks (x1)Crow using Steel Lance! HIT: 71 DMG: 12 CRIT: 2 1-100 PLAYER PHASE
Two plumes of flame twist through the air- each a spiral-headed cone of pure fire, dipping in low paths before blasting into the elf's body like tiny comets! But rather than burst into pure ripples of flame, the elf's body cascades a black ripple of pure shadow over itself, doubtlessly a Nohrian technique of magic Resistance.
A disdainful nod is shown from the dark mage to his 'comrade'; he wasn't happy that they'd saved the thief's life, but it wouldn't much matter so long as they killed these three... "So be it; die, scoundrels!" Howls the smooth voice of the psychotic elf, who's heeled feet spread wide before his hands stretch outward. In a trance of concentration, he mutters goetic words beckoning foul shadow-magic...
"Flux!" Howls the elf's frenetic voice, before the conjured darkness bends to his command. Dim purple sigils flare around the body of the Pegasus Brigand, before twisting in a flux of dark magic aimed at tearing his body asunder!
COMBAT - ROUND 0 (cont'd) ALLIES RETALIATE: Damage is halved for this round Silas casts Flux on PegasusRider for 5damage (15/20)! HIT: 86 DMG: 10 CRIT: 1 1-100
1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100
Last Edit: Apr 27, 2017 19:37:57 GMT by Silas Crowley
Where the heck did this guy come from? The unkempt rider's face scrunched in displeasure as the elf attempted to use dark magic, however, he made a dive for the thief's body and rolled some distance before breaking his tumble.
"HEY," he grunted as he dropped the thief on the ground, "'Scuze ME, man. Don't you see I had this? I mean--"
Suddenly, there appeared more suspicious characters. His comrades? Not by their words they were... seems like there was a tussle to be had this evening.
The wanderer let out a raspy groan and alighted upon his pegasus. "Gaaah... can't even finish my sentence... c'mon, Heckle, let's give 'em what for."
AMBUSH ROUND (Round 0)
Falcon Merc's HP: 17/17
Pegasus Rider attacks Falcon Merc for 6 Damage!
Falcon Merc's HP: 11/17
Falcon Merc retaliates against Falcon Rider with Wind!
VUKiJ1gC1-100 (ACC: 96; DMG: 14)
Pegasus Rider's HP: 8/20
SPEED ROUND (Round 1)
Falcon Merc attacks Pegasus Rider with Wind!
1-100
(ACC: 96; DMG 14)
Pegasus Rider is KO'd!
The mercenary summoned a heavy gust that made an unnatural gust against the enemy pegasus' wing, causing it to unbalance and topple its rider. The rider hit the ground with a heavy thud, knocking him out cold.
"Nice," commented the mercenary with a satisfied nod of his head, "Next."
Post by Silas Crowley on Apr 27, 2017 19:13:16 GMT
The elf's unnerving gaze holds to the white pegasus rider, who goes toppling over in a blustered current of razor winds; his keen yellow eyes note the dark-rider's skill in incapacitating the enemy... although, he can't afford distraction for long-
-the Nohrian's eyes dive to the two remaining mages, who are already flipping the pages of their tomes in preparation for another round of spells! But, a quicker caster than they, he manages to pry apart the gloomy pages of his own black grimoire to prepare a darkness spell of his own: "Flux!"
Streaking one hand outward, a tracer of black-purple energy is left curdling behind its motion through the air as Silas quite literally casts darkness upon one of the mages, hurling a despicable vortex of tormenting shades their way. COMBAT - ROUND 1
Silas casts Flux on Dark Mage (A) for 9 damage (7/16)! HIT: 90 DMG: 9 CRIT: 1 Ua6XHVHi1-100 Dark Mage (A) casts Fire on Silas for 2 damage (12/16) ! HIT: 88 DMG: 2 CRIT: 1 1-100 Dark Mage (B) casts Fire on Silas (10/16) ! HIT: 88 DMG: 2 CRIT: 1 1-100ALLY PHASE
Although the darkness cast by Silas reaches its foe- it fails to kill the bandit, although the outlaw-mage is visibly torn by bloody rips as it seems space itself blurs around them...! A cry of pain is heard and misty shadows cling to their body in the aftermath, but the torment is not so much that it prevents the Nohrian's adversaries from striking back.
Two plumes of flame again arc through the air in glowing paths of vicious embers: diving in a spiral, both make their mark, striking Silas' body in an incendiary flurry of violent but small sparks. Although he holds up well against the rival magic- the sheer volume of the assault makes its mark, and the dark mage stands singed, with parts of his clothing and armor visibly burnt-! A bit more, and he might burst aflame...
Still, he stands resolute, locked in magical combat with the bandit mages-! Crow1-100·1-100·1-100
Last Edit: Apr 27, 2017 20:22:36 GMT by Silas Crowley
With the pegasus down, the threat of physical damage was annulled. Now he can focus on really bringing the pain.
The mercenary furrowed his eyebrows as the dark mages ganged up on his ally. It was about time they started paying attention to him, too!
"Hey, soldier!" the rider called out as his pegasus descended upon the ground before the mage, "I'll take the hits from these guys. They didn't nickname my echelon Mage's Bane for nothin'." He brought out his Fire Tome and targeted Dark Mage (A).
zTG2kcps1-100 (ACC: 90; DMG 8)
Dark Mage (A) is KO'd.
The tome lit with a bright flame that surged forth onto the mage's person, burning all but the mage's undergarments. While he was distracted by his own embarrassment, the mercenary took him down with a quick heel kick to his solar plexus.
"Alright," the mercenary sighed and had his steed face the last mage, "Normally, I'd offer you the chance to run, but heck if that was an option for brigands." His pegasus gave a loud bray as it clomped its hooves down on the cobblestone floor.
Post by Silas Crowley on Apr 27, 2017 22:04:50 GMT
ALLY PHASE
The elf's face turns with a puzzled expression to the pegasus-rider's command; it wasn't that he didn't understand, but rather that he lacked experience in military exercises. The gist of it seems to go through however- as Silas' body goes up with a hop, placing his slender frame just behind Crow's atop their black-feathered steed.
The dark mage's hands raise, as with a flux of deep incantations, a rippling shroud of dark magic covers them both like a barrier; it seemed the Nohrian would be offering defensive support. Although the move had seemed prudent, though- Silas couldn't help but show a disappointed expression, as it didn't seemed he'd be testing much magic in this battle. ENEMY PHASE So, this was it: they'd had such a good run together... The remaining mage could only glance between the three bodies of his comrades: one, their proud leader, somehow defeated. The other, a close friend and a fellow mage, reduced to their smallclothes and knocked-out-!
Although the dark-rider's words were a solemn warning... the remaining mage couldn't accept surrender, turning a dogged stare on the mercenary. "I've come this far gambling! The stakes are higher than ever!" He shouts, conveying the presumption the bandit was regarding his thievery as 'gambling' rather than crime...
The hardened criminal draws both hands inward, before flipping through their fire tome and preparing another spell! COMBAT - ROUND 2 Silas is defensively supporting Crow! (Res+3)
"What a moron..." the rider snorted with a stone-faced glower, "Fine. Don't regret the consequences of your stupid life choice..." he brandished a lance to his side and prepared to strike, "... 'cause you probably ain't gonna come out of this clean after we're through."
FhsoPozE1-100 (ACC: 90; DMG: 6)
The mercenary swooped down and struck the mage across his chest, throwing him to the ground.
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