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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 14:03:09 GMT
spirit sighting
"Taste the power of the sea." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 450 words | A port town had probably seemed like the sort of place where trade could prosper. Certainly, the small town had a network of piers lining the winding coastline and the river that flowed in from the hills and down to the sea, and a number of boats sat abandoned in the harbor, still tied to the metal fixtures that were designed to resist the tide that rose and fell each day and night. The boats were aged now, rusted and covered in small crustaceans and starfish. The piers themselves were falling apart, with the wood leaning in places, and bloated with water rot in others.
But the harbor wasn't the only thing abandoned. There wasn't a soul to be found tending the shops or fishing in the brackish water. In fact, the only standing buildings looked as if they had been abandoned in the middle of a business day, with the doors left open, strollers laying on their sides, and the trash cans half-filled, even if they had all overturned. The sea gulls common to the region were grazing on the picked-over contents of the food carts and the dumpsters.
But there were intruders near the waters, for the first time in too short of a time. The waves began to roll, beating at the docks with a fury normally reserved for thunder storms. From the depths of the water, a figure slowly emerged. Although much larger than any human had any right to be, the being looked like an unnatural cross between a crab and a blue-skinned woman. Her arms were armored by a red shell covered in barnacles and moss, but while one ended in a massive crab claw, the other clutched a massive cutlass. From her neck, an outcropping of the armor cradled her head, protecting the back of her neck and joining the armor that ran down her spine. Her glowing blue eyes observed the newcomers, and she lifted a lip in distaste.
"This land hasssss... been claimed by the sea," she warned, working the words around her pointed tongue. "Leave it or die..."
The waves rose to deposit her on the shore, then receded back to their usual level, although they continued to roil restlessly behind the massive spirit. She lifted her cutlass to point it at the intruders, a clear threat. Despite the moss that lined the back edge of the blade, the sharp edge looked as if it had seen its fair share of combat. It was chipped in places, but thick enough that it didn't matter. Her skin didn't seem to be drying, despite having left the water. Instead, it continued to run in rivulets that pooled around her feet.
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Post by Kupiec on Feb 7, 2017 4:27:15 GMT
هل يهمك لعقد صفقة؟
The abandoned and aged scenery cast a stark conflicting shadow upon the one who appeared from nothingness. As the ocean continued to lazily rearrange the grains of sand upon the beach a suited figure would come to stand in His polished tassled shoes. The black suit strangely complimented the overcast weather. There would be naught but the sound of tumbling waters until the disturbing ripping began. The God had found it acceptable to appear in His natural state. Faceless. No eyes were visible upon the blank slate but with the manner the Deity stood still, it gave the illusion of Him gazing outwards onto the scenery.
With His "human" appearing arms comfortably resting in His suit jacket's pockets, one separate pair of arachnid limbs protruded from the darkest center of His back. "I look forward to your appreciation upon your success today." Came the voice. It was lower than it usually was in His human form. Much lower, a timber that almost willed the sand they stood upon to vibrate simply from the frequency. The mouth that had just moments before ripped open from the faceless form before grinned widely. The smile couldn't help but be intimidating. Sharpened teeth and a width that was much wider than an average mortal could manage. If one didn't know better it would cause one's blood to freeze within their veins at what appeared to be demonic and disturbing.
Turning His head ever so slightly in the direction of the human He was contracted with, the God continued. "I had to make quite the few errands to pull this event together." One of the spider-like limbs stretched out to curl around Daniel and lightly guide the mortal forward to stand beside deity instead of behind Him. "This is step one to fulfill my end of our deal." Kupiec's grin somehow managed to grin even wider, causing a few small further rips to the either edge. "You want the guild to return to the Olden ways it originated from. You got it."
"I've arranged a few greetings from the ethereal realm as you may have heard. Nothing quite works as well with you mortals as public pressure..." A single wave rose up the beach far enough to kiss the God's shoes before rolling back. "So we're making them notice a potential threat they've forgotten about. A threat you're going to take care of because you are a blessed one of Kalidas. Because you are able where others are not."
The God chuckled once as His voice slowly ranged to what Daniel was familiar with hearing from Him. Within moments the faceless Deity grew His human features. The mouth shrunk to a natural size. It wasn't long before the God was running a hand through that black hair and glancing over to make eye contact with those strangely colored irises. "So as long as you don't die, We'll be right on our way to achieving what it is you wish." A small smile would be shared before shifting to the mortal's wrist momentarily. And would you look at that? He even would have some help today. Kupiec would make eye contact with the ghost, exchange a knowing smirk and would have disappeared by the time Daniel blinked his eyes. The sea's guest was about to make her appearance after all.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 7, 2017 9:51:57 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel Caim
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Daniel could hardly contain the adrenaline racing through his veins like an electrical current. His hands and fingers flexed constantly in an attempt to scratch the incessant itch plaguing his trigger fingers. His pace was hurried and heart raced and the simple need to run as fast as possible was enough to cause his body to tremble with the effort not to do so. Any mundane onlooker would mistake the man’s agitated state for one of fear. For a warrior, it would be the state of a man simply thrilled to take the fight to the enemy, to test his skill in a battle truly worthy of it. He’d been like this ever since he first heard that the island was under siege from spirits. The thought of hunting them like in the old tales he was weaned on as a young pup in the Guild’s care was more than just exciting; it was once in a life time thrill.
Yet though he could barely contain his enthusiasm, there was an incredibly small part of him that suspected that it was all too… convenient. Sure, spirit attacks were a common enough occurrence, but never on this scale. And for spirits to attack so openly?
Something was at work behind the scenes, and he suspected a certain dubious god.
As if on cue, Daniel caught sight of a familiar suited figure standing on the beach, all daggly limbs and spidery appendages. He narrowed his eyes at the shape as he continued his way forward, barely suppressing a flitch as one of the extra limbs wrapped around his shoulder. “I should’ve guessed you had a hand in this. Looks like my work’s cut out for me this time.” He listened to the Deity standing next to him with something approaching a rueful smirk. They stood there for a lingering moment, Daniel’s head tilting upward to look upon Kupiec’s devil grin just as the featureless mask began shifting into the face he was familiar with. He couldn’t complain; that too wide grin was uncomfortable to look upon if he wanted to say the very least about it.
“No pressure, huh?” The old wolf diverted his attention for a moment to pull an earpiece from his pocket and insert it into his ear. A holographic display projected itself a few inches from his eye; a number tracking his remaining ammunition, their types, and which firearm they belonged to lay at the lower left corner. It was a fancy piece of gear new to his arsenal, curtesy of the bargain struck between himself and the God next to him…
… who’d just disappeared.
Of course he had.
Daniel’s time to muse on that fact proved to be short as an unnaturally large cross between woman and crab had emerged from the water. His hand drifted to his revolver when the crab woman was deposited on the beach. “This place ain’t yours.” Nothing else to be said on that front; this spirit obviously wasn’t in a mood for idle chitchat. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 1:00:41 GMT
Azalea recognized him instantly: Kupiec. She was terrified. If one god were here, so too might be Tatara. She'd spent her entire time as a ghost avoiding him. Suddenly she wondered if perhaps the thing that drew her here was Tatara himself, tired of her obstinate insubordination, ready to claim her, or to punish her. Alas, her only hope was to wait in hiding, hoping the deific being did not acknowledge her presence.
However, as the god spoke, and the words came from his mouth, the implications brought her images of the Jiwa Desert, of pachydermal desert spirits, and the deaths of many innocents whose company she shared in the convoy. Suddenly, she felt resentment at these two, for they might have been to blame for that night. It was certainly an easier pill to swallow than to carry the burden of guilt upon herself, as she had since the encounter.
Then she felt the deity's eyes upon her, and felt a feeling as if she were simultaneously where she hid within his earpiece, and stretched out so that all of who and what she was lie before the god. She could not hide from his gaze, nor keep him from announcing her presence. She was awestruck, with all the fear and wonder that represented.
Then he was gone, and a spirit emerged, and the memories emerged once again. However, these were not recalled in bitterness nor blame, but in terror as the emotions she felt, and the futility of it all, brought her to panic.
The person, so eager for the hunt, was already utilizing the earpiece with the intent to engage the spirit when she began to frantically speak into his ear, "My name is Azalea Isra. I've fought spirits before. You can't fight this thing! I've witnessed the aftermath of and entire convoy being destroyed so utterly in its wake that there was no trace left! I don't know what deal you made, but this is suicide! You have to flee!"
She knew better. She'd been feeding on his excitement since she found him upon the docks and discovered they shared a destination. She knew the taste of his anticipation. The taste had been intoxicating at the time, for it mirrored her own feelings. Now she knew of the deals he had made, and the realization of what that taste meant brought her fear.
She suspected he was to blame for all of this, but she could not bring herself to wish for his death. She hoped, against all reality, that her words would appeal to his reason.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 3:21:54 GMT
spirit sighting
"Taste the power of the sea." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 356 words | There was a human approaching, but also something not human, but more fully in the spirit world. How dare a measly ghost intrude on her territory? The very insolence of it made the Spirit angry, and the waves roiled more fiercely in the wake of her rage. A particularly violent wave cracked the wooden railing beside her as she walked, her sword still pointed at the human. The dripping water continued to spread around her feet as she moved, leaving a trail of liquid on the deck behind her to mark her progress. Her glowing blue eyes narrowed as she looked at them. For some reason, the weren't retreating. The fools.
Shrieking an inhuman battle-cry that was high-pitched enough to rattle the few intact windows, she moved from a walk to a strike in the span of a single smooth motion, with the massive blade whipping through the air toward the human. The waves crashed again, this time shattering the barrier that cut off the boardwalk from the bay. The waves crashed in concert with her movements, as if she was an extension of them, or perhaps the other way around. Her arm extended further than it should have, with the solid portion becoming transparent as she attacked. Water dripped from the transparent portion, spraying anyone close enough to feel it. Whether her attack landed or not, she would lift her free hand toward the water and summon another wave.
As the water towered over her head, the wave seemed to move through her instead of around her, as if she was one with the wave itself. Her body solidified again as she lifted the blade again.
"The ocean caresss little for your defianccccce..." she hissed. "It will dash you on the rockssss regardlesssss..."
She could sense the ghost somewhere nearby, but she was having trouble pinpointing it. Perhaps, like a coward, it was hiding somewhere. Lesser spirits could only do such things, in the face of the kind of majesty and power that a Spirit like her held. All the same, she kept an eye out for the ghost, hoping to devour it.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 8, 2017 18:24:07 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel frowned at the voice he heard in his ear. How the hell had someone hacked his earpiece? The encryption programs he’d installed on the boat over should’ve prevented that. He was about to inquire as to who exactly the person was when the spirit sprung into motion, silencing the question before he ever had a chance to utter it. He would roll to the spirit’s offhand side and rise to his feet as he drew Blackhammer from its holster in the same motion. He would squeeze off a trio of rounds before running towards the abandoned port town, wiping his weapon around to fire the remainder of his rounds at the spirit to give her something to think about. Fighting so close to the water’s edge was likely the worst thing that he could do in this battle. “That ain’t gonna happen,” he would tell Azalea. “I ain’t got the option of leavin’ this thing ta do what she wants. She’ll just end up killin’ more people, and that’s not gonna happen. Not if I can stop ‘er first.” He flicked the chambers open, cleared the expended brass, and reloaded with a fresh quickloader. Daniel would turn just in time to have his eyes widen upon seeing the wave washing towards him. He had no interest in being caught in it and would call upon the magic of the chain resting around his neck. Wings of ethereal light would unfurl from his back and lift him away from the onrushing wave. “Alright, since you’ve fought ‘em before, how do I hurt this damn thing!?” He would deposit himself amid the abandoned buildings and draw another handgun as he ran. The adrenaline was pumping and a small smile cracked his features. “And yeah, before you ask, I can fly.” |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 23:12:23 GMT
Azalea was terrified as the battle was joined, and surprised when she found them both unscathed after the initial exchange. Azalea immediately noticed the difference in the two of them. She made strategies and employed them to the best of her ability. He had reflexes, trained and honed by experience. She could not defeat this alone. They might not even be able to beat it together, but she began to see they had a chance.
When she heard his reasoning, she remembered her fight in the Jiwa. Though she failed, she remembered trying to draw the spirit away to save the others in the convoy, and understood his convictions. Still, she also knew the bitter taste of defeat, and worried that this time would be no different. Still, this time the people threatened by the spirit's presence weren't so close. It was possible her plans to draw the spirit away in to an extended conflict might work here. Still, their only effective weapon...
"I don't know if you can! I can, but it's very taxing. I hit the last spirit with only two memories, and was reduced to limping about. I could possibly fire a third, if you continue to carry me, but that'd be about it without a great deal of rest."
"However, I have no idea where it is weakest. The last time I fought a spirit, I just hit it where I could, making no effort to strike it in any particular way. If we're to win, we need to find the most effective places to strike it, so that we can defeat it with the limited blasts I can muster."
In her mind, the plan seemed feeble and all but impossible. However, at this point, it was the only chance for survival she could come up with, if this man was too proud to flee.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 1:47:55 GMT
spirit sighting
"Taste the power of the sea." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 342 words | The gunshots were an irritant, rebounding off of the armored plating that protected the side of her head. The exoskeleton chipped off enough to anger her, but not enough to get through. What she found surprising was that the human sprouted wings and began to fly over her waves. Humans could not do such things, last time she checked. What manner of creature was this, that it could take flight? There was power there, a power beyond anything she could have created herself. The bizarre thing was that the human was no child of Arithelia. How had it done this?
Shrieking with rage at her fleeing quarry, she followed it with her eyes and then with her powers. Holding her crab-like claw over the water, she drew a stream of water in and began to condense it, her eyes and the sphere of water glowing in sync with each other. More and more water trickled into it, slowly at first but then at an accelerated rate. Once the water was compacted to her satisfaction, she lifted her claw toward the place where the human had landed. It accelerated away from her claw like a bullet, just as small but glowing with a pale blue light. As soon as it neared him, the water ball expanded and released all of the water it had held, slamming into the sheet metal roof like a tidal wave.
The rusty rooftop warped under the pressure of the sudden weight, collapsing into the building with a resounding clatter.
Whether her attack had landed or not, the water around the spirit's feet would begin to swell with more from the bay, surrounding her ankles like a tornado of water. It lifted her from the pier, giving her a better vantage point for attack. Had she killed the human? Her head swung back and forth, searching for him. Hopefully, the ghost hadn't fled. The human realm was making her increasingly hungry.
"Where are you, my little ghossssst friend?" she hissed, pulling a ribbon of liquid from the bay.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 12, 2017 9:30:23 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel listened to his new ally as he ran. He’d not been able to notice if his weapons were having any effect on the spirit because of his focus on the wave. The few things that he knew about spirits was enough to tell him that they wouldn’t normally fight in a physical form, but he placed little faith in rumor. Besides that, the old wolf decided that he doubted Kupiec—dubious and shady as he was—would arrange for this show only for it to lead him to his end. The god stood to gain nothing from causing his death and Daniel had been upholding his end of the deal so far.
What did the spider have planned?
“Alright, I’ll hit ‘er where I can and see what hurts more,” Daniel said. “You watch my back and look for an opening. This thing ain’t playin’ around.” As if to illustrate the point, a speck of blue light appeared over a building and expanded into a deluge of water that collapsed the rusted rooftop and very nearly the building itself. Daniel barked a curse as his wings flared once again and lifted him into the air, narrowly avoiding being skewered by a piece of flying debris. Mobility was going to be central to this battle or it was going to be a short one. He could only imagine what would’ve happened if he’d been hit by that attack.
Daniel took to the air as the spirit rose skywards on a pillar of ocean water. He flew as low to the ground as his limited skill would allow and turned to fire upon the spirit with each of his weapons. The first grouping of round would be aimed at her chest and abdomen while the rest arced a path to each of the spirits limbs.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 15:07:49 GMT
The spirit commanded the ocean in ways that reminded her of anti-magi propaganda, for a split second she'd wonder if perhaps spirits were to blame for the atrocities committed that were so commonly referenced during the racial conflict turned genocide. Such thoughts did not have long to linger as Daniel and her were attacked once more. She was grateful he seemed so capable in combat, as she could contribute nothing at this time. Her perceived uselessness only allowed fear to form inside her.
Azalea's fear only grew when the spirit starting calling to her directly. She wouldn't think of the ramifications of her partner hearing such a sentence. What mattered in her mind was the spirit sought her, and that she was attached to a man who seemed to believe that he had a chance at victory, a man that would not flee.
She remembered fighting her first spirit in the desert, and how she told herself she wouldn't die this day until she made it come true. The feeble attempt at repeating that experience rang hollow inside her, for they were words without conviction, confidence, and faith: false words.
The man's words broke her rising terror. He acknowledged her, and gave her a task in this fight - the only tasks for which she was capable. "Alright." was all she could muster, and she did her best to say it with confidence, and to hide her fear.
She focused as he unleashed a barrage of attacks. Her eyes were not trained for combat, but instead for analyzing the various fractures in bone to determine causes of death. As a physical anthropologist, she'd sometimes be called in to give a second opinion whenever an autopsy was not forthcoming in the information the police sought. She hoped that experience would help her now, though she knew telling if anything in particular would be effective in the barrage of attacks her companion unleashed would be a miracle.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 14:59:29 GMT
spirit sighting
"Taste the power of the sea." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 359 words | Her rage only built as she realized that the human hadn't been hit at all by her attack, and she released another ear-piercing shriek as she felt a sudden burning pain across her lower abdomen, where a bullet had grazed the soft blue skin between her armor. The sound increased in volume as another bullet found the gap in armor in one of her thighs, and the windows below shattered from the sound. She tried to retreat into the Spirit world, where she could attack from safety, but there was some sort of block there. Instead, she would have to attack these fools who had dared to mark her flesh, despite the difficulty of an airborne opponent.
The whip of water split into five smaller streams that shot through the air toward him, trying to knock him from the air. The ghost was somewhere with him, had to be. She could sense its general direction, though only vaguely. It seemed to be sticking with the human, which meant she only really had one target. How that simplified things... Pulling more water from the ocean, she flicked all of the water toward him that she could control with one hand, and if that didn't work, she flew at him upon her pillar of ocean, slashing at him with the massive blade in her hand.
It wasn't until the light of the lighthouse began to flicker that she realized that there was something strange going on. She paused in her assault, looking over to the harbor that wasn't so far away. The light of the lighthouse extinguished, with the lantern inside failing. She began to laugh, a sound that seemed to have two tones, one deep enough to rattle the bones and the other throaty and feminine. Her body faded from sight, but the sword remained visible for the last couple of seconds before it too disappeared. The water continued to whip around in the air as she tried to catch him with one, but the Spirit herself was invisible.
Far below, a red pillar appeared near the entrance to town, with a massive red spear jutting out of the top.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 15, 2017 8:31:22 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Well, that hurt! He could tell by the way she screamed bloody murder with such passion that he was forced to cover his ears to protect his hearing. One his eyes closed against the sharp, ringing pain in his skull while the other remained open to gauge the damage he’d wrought. He opened both eyes wide when he saw the five tendrils of water lancing towards him. His megger skill with the concept of flight allowed him to avoid the first and the second; the third managed to cause him to a little more trouble but the fourth grazed him and threw off his balance, which allowed the fifth to land a solid strike across his back.
He was thankful for the fact that he hadn’t been soaring any higher when he crashed to the ground. The impact drove the air from his lungs and rocked his already ringing head against the sand. He coughed harshly as he attempted to force air into his lungs again, shaking his head to free his vision of the spots he saw. Then, the old wolf looked up at the spirit just as another blast of water began arcing its way in his direction. His wings flared once more to avoid the attack, and he was at least partially successful in avoiding the brunt of it even if the force of it forced him to drop one of his weapons. He was still caught in a small portion of the blast of water, though he could imagine that it could’ve been much worse.
And then it became much worse just to spite him.
A flickering light drew his attention to the direction of the pier he’d arrived on, specifically the lighthouse located there. He couldn’t begin to guess the reason for it but it seemed ominous to him. He learned why when the spirit laughed and he turned back towards her as she began disappearing.
“I could use some help here,” Daniel choked out as he rose while his heart sank. “Anything you got’d be useful.” He looked around for something—anything—to help even the odds. The conspicuous pillar and the spear impaled into the summit seemed the most likely candidate; he folded his ethereal wings and dove towards the weapon with his hand outstretched to grab it.
((OOC: Felt it was time someone took some damage.))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 11:24:22 GMT
Azalea felt a glimmer of hope as she saw the effectiveness of the man's blows. Had it only been a single attack, she might have missed it, but since it was a volley of blows she could see how the blows that elicited such cries came from between the chitinous plates of her natural armor. They had a chance.
Then the spirit retaliated with such force that Azalea grew afraid, and her fears only grew as the warrior was struck for the first time, only to be struck several more.
She, as the other two had, would turn to see the light of the lantern dim and dissipate. When the creature laughed and began to become incorporeal, though still visible to the ghost's eyes, the realization struck.
He called for her assistance as he plunged towards an errant spear. "No!" She'd cry, "Don't waste your time on that. We have to get to the tower! That light kept her corporeal, and weak to your attacks. We need to light it. I can feel it! She'll pursue us, and I'll strike her when it'll be the most effective. Please, trust me."
She wouldn't tell him that, in the moment she gazed upon it as they had, that every part of her ectoplasmic being had felt such a pull towards it that she'd almost abandoned his earpiece and ran towards it herself. However, the way the spirit spoke of her, she knew that she'd be the one the creature would pursue, and she had no confidence she could escape the thing, nor that the human would live against an opponent he could not see.
No, she was his eyes now, at least as far as the spirit was concerned, and perhaps to be his weapon and mind too. However, she needed him still, for he concealed her, and he was strong and agile to dodge blows. Hopefully, with her guidance, he could continue to do so.
She only hoped he'd listen. Otherwise, in her mind, they were doomed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 1:22:41 GMT
spirit sighting
"Taste the power of the sea." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 394 words | At least a couple of her attacks had landed, she noted with satisfaction. He hit the ground pretty hard, but not hard enough to dash his brains to bits, as she had wanted. He was rising into the air again, which was annoying, but at least he had dropped one of his weapons. She doubted that he was as adept with his bare hands, which lacked pincers or even any form of claw. How humans had managed to survive so long in the world, she had no idea, but she was glad she had the chance to rectify that particular wrong with this human. Especially one that had managed to hurt her. It had proven that it was unworthy of life.
Her whips of water flailed through the air after him as he seemed to change direction, whipping toward the edge of town. Was he fleeing? There was a strange void in that direction, and she couldn't sense what it was that was causing it, but she wasn't about to allow him to escape. Raising a wall of water behind where she hovered in the Spirit world, she sent another wave wheeling toward him. From the Spirit world, he couldn't hit her anymore with those disgusting human weapons that made so much noise and did so little to her armored shell. The problem was that he was harder to see from there. Luckily, there was a ghost that seemed to cling to him, so she aimed for the ghost instead.
The moment his hand touched the spear, it seemed to ripple with power. Ancient voices whispered, trying to imbue him with some of the skill of the warriors who had used it in ages past. Their exploits, the lessons learned, the very muscle memory... It flowed into him from the surface of the red spear. Its black point shined like glass, but despite the fragile-looking surface, it showed no signs of wear from the many thousands of years it had existed. Instead, it slid from its place in the pedestal with ease, as if it wanted to be freed.
Once the oddity of the sensation faded, the mortal might feel the presence of the nearby Spirit, lingering like a heavy raincloud as it approached. Although he could still see nothing, he could vaguely feel the weight of her moving through the space she occupied.
((DM NOTES:: Upon touching the artifact, you have gained the following abilities, which shall remain as long as the artifact is in hand:
Spirit Sense - You have been gifted with senses that far exceed that of your fellow mortals. Through rigorous training you have succeeded in learning to hone your senses to a razors edge, granting you a sort of “sixth sense” that allows you to sense nearby spirits as well as gauge their general location.
Melee I - Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with melee weapons, specifically spears. The artifact has told you how to wield it at the beginner level.))
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 19, 2017 5:54:20 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. “You crazy!?” Daniel barked. “Never leave an enemy at your back! We have ta take her out before we do anythin’ else!” He snatched the spear from its resting place and broke his dive to arc high into the air. His breath hitched in his chest and his eyes fluttered close as the flow of images began surging through him like an electrical current. He saw how to properly thrust the spear in his hands, felt the ecstasy of a well-placed strike as the arterial spray graced his arms and face, heard the pained cries of spirits and men and animals as they fell upon the spear’s blade. The sheer unadulterated thrill of the hunt was in each image and whispered word and instinctive flex of his muscles. He felt more alive in that single moment that he’d felt in the past eight years; this was why he fought, the reason for his being here. It fanned a fire to life in his chest that wouldn’t easily be extinguished.
His eyes snapped open as the sensation left him and his tilted his head in the spirit’s general direction. She’d disappeared at some point in his desperate dive towards the spear, but he knew that she was there. He sensed Azalea as well, though her presence far more noticeable for its proximity. The ghost of a smile decorated his features as he holstered his pistol and settled into a glide towards the spirit, a swell of confidence building.
“Azalea, I need you to tell me where she is. I’ve got a pretty good guess, but I can’t see exactly. Gimme an idea of where her chest is and I think I’ve got somethin’ for her. Hit ‘er with whatever you’ve got and I’ll finish it.” He tested the weight of his new weapon in his hands. He’d try his damnedest to weave around the spirit’s assault as he flew in a circle around her that decreased in size with each passing second and waited for Azalea to follow his instructions. Then, when he saw any sign of Azalea having followed his instructions, he would charge at the spirit with his spear poised to lance through her chest.
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