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Post by DDos on Mar 1, 2017 21:54:03 GMT
spirit sighting
"Be purged in purifying flame." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 508 words | The moment his hand wrapped around the sword’s hilt, Orion’s mind would be flooded with images and whispers. Rippling waves of energy emanated from the blade as the magic with which the weapon was imbued attempted to impart a measure of the skill required to wield it. A moment later, the torrent of memories and experience ended and Orion would know instinctively how to use his newfound weapon as though he’d spent his entire life familiarize himself with it. Its weight, it’s length, the sharpness of its edge; all would be known to him.
The spirit shook himself to clear the mist still clinging to his coat and reignite his inner fire. His attention was drawn to the human once again. One head focused in on the human himself, another focused upon the crumpled piece of paper at his feet, and the third and final head on the sword that seemed nothing less than a void in the world. His lips pulled back into a snarl that would’ve revealed the true length of his fangs were it not for the fact he’d slipped between the planes. He knew the reputation of that sword as well as any spirit. Dozens of his brethren had fallen beneath the blade’s edge over the millennia; how could he not know of the cursed Gram? How dare this wretched human bring that weapon before him?! First, the human would die, then the magi, and then he would breath flame upon the sword until it was nothing more that slag! Then he would be legend; the infamous spirit that destroyed a relic that was anathema to his brethren.
“DIE, HUMAN!” the spirit roared as he charged. Foam gathered at the corners of his mouth as he ran headlong at the human. Nothing else mattered beyond ensuring that the human died. He focused on that task to the exclusion of everything else. The disrespectful magi was a distant thought as he leapt through the air, jaws agape and ready for the kill. Even the fading of his vision could not hold him from the task. He didn’t need to see the human for his fangs to bury into the flesh of his shoulder even as the tip of the sword he held pierce his chest cavity and he bore the human to the to the ground with his weight. The sword was torn from the human’s hands as the spirit rolled away from him. It tried to rise upon coming to a stop but the strength fled his limbs. All that he could manage was to crane his necks enough to stare death at the human.
“Worthless mortal. Your kind will never be welcome here. You will be eradicated by what is to come. You may have held it back once, but you will not do so again.” His body began to blacken and crumble away, scattered by the slight breeze that kicked up. He stared at the human until the light in his eyes was extinguished and his form was scattered to the winds.
((DM Notes: To clarify, no Orion is not dead; he just has a pretty nasty bite mark on his right shoulder.
Congratulations, the Spirit is dead. You may either keep Gram or exchange it for an Event point. Please post once more to close.))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 23:39:42 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]The wisdom of this maneuver was debatable, but Orion stood his ground, knowing that if the sword didn't hit the mark, he was dead anyway. It was a breech of his training, to put all of his hopes on a strike whose result was either success or death. If he survived this attack, he'd never do it again. If. He stared down the beast as it bore down on him, his hands tightening to keep the sword steady. When it hit, he was sure that he was dead. He couldn't even see the beast, and yet he felt its fangs dig into his shoulder, felt its crushing weight as his knees buckled and he was pushed to the ground. The weight was too much, and he couldn't even hold onto the sword as he slammed into the earth below, grunting heavily.
Then the weight was gone, and the Spirit seemed to materialize back into the mortal plane. Orion took a second to take stock of himself, and found that one of the fangs was still buried in his shoulder. He looked at it as if he was disembodied before the adrenaline began to fade, and the pain hit him. Gingerly touching the edge of the item, he saw that a couple of the other fangs had left their marks, but only the single tooth had remained in the wound when the enemy had rolled away. He was bleeding. He got to his knees and dug into his supplies, looking for the few medical supplies he carried with him. His shirt was torn already, but he tore away a little more to get to the wound, and pressed on it with a clean bandage. He hissed at the sting of the antiseptic, but clumsily covered the wound with gauze and taped it over. It would keep until he found help.
Looking at the tooth, he took a deep breath, then pulled it out of his shoulder, clapping another bandage over the wound and pressing on it. Unfortunately, he'd had a lot of experience with puncture wounds. This one was deep, but it hadn't hit anything vital. He was damn lucky. He wrapped the tooth in a white cloth and tucked it where he usually kept his offerings for Kalidas.
Once he was semi patched up, he got to his feet and looked at the empty space where the dog had disappeared. He was reasonably confident it was dead. He looked down at the sword, and shook his head. It was impressive looking, sure, but he preferred his own weapon to this one. Whatever mystical qualities this one had, it wasn't a style of sword that played to his strengths, evidenced by the brand new wound he was sporting. His attention was drawn by the Magi, who was... still alive. Joy.
"Still here, are you?" he asked, his mood not improved by the injury. "Fantastic. Just don't follow me. And don't you dare touch me, Magi."
Without another word, he turned away and left the sword where it lay. It would be a long walk back to the harbor, and then he would getting paid. At long last. But more importantly, he had an offering for Kalidas, one that was beyond the typical simple Magi relic.
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Post by Rynth Lumaban on Mar 3, 2017 22:23:54 GMT
What defined the results of this fight... Of who would survive was within these last moments. Watching as she saw the creature appear from the mist to reveal itself. Its once proud form now, bare from the flames that had once cloaked the spirit. She gripped her gun tight, but was unable to lift it up as she saw how ferocious the beast was... This wasn't like her... She needed to compose herself... She needed to see how this was gonna end. Her instincts told her now was the time to run.... While the Hunter may die and she could still leave with her life. She bit her lip resisting all of those thoughts. Focusing on that fading vision so the beast would fall prey to the hunter's last stand. As the sight and sound of flesh being. Punctured and torn by both of them with enough force for both of them to tumble away from where the Hunter had originally stood. The impact of the hound was savage... At first the magi has presumed the worst. But to her relief she found the Hunter was still alive.... It was strange feeling relieved... But something caught her attention as the hound spoke. As the spirit spoke of some oncoming storm...a looming unknown threat? Or at least that's what the beast seemed to be speaking of. To see her first spirit die in front of her eyes within ashes that had once sustained its own form. Rynth had a great deal to ponder on and report back to Yasker, he would be interested in the activity and the words of the spirit. Her thoughts were interrupted once the Hunter spoke... It was the first words she heard from him outside of this fight... They weren't the most welcoming words... But better than the be the distraction task he had for her. Watching him leave the sword that had suddenly appeared to them... She looked hesitantly to the Hunter and back the to blade... He had his own already and this blade held some mystical properties for sure. Thinking back on the fight.... She didn't do much to harm the beast... A gun wasn't enough any longer. Rynth walks up to grab the blade by its handle. The flood of history and wisdom it imbued to those that wield it... This was confirmed her choice. She would be taking the blade for herself. Without much else, the magi ties a sling to carry the blade on her back. Recollecting her gear before she would return to the docks... Maybe she could find and speak to some of the other magi that arrived to assist with the island trouble. DDos, @orion
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