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Fellow comrades and acquaintances, I’ve been sick almost 2 weeks straight with this Auto Immune of mine. I’m sorry guys that I just haven’t had enough concentration to write. I just couldn’t.· 0 replies
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"that was quick, whole cities are just falling" As the invasion began to move on from Keto "I'll make my way to the capital and see if I can get that crown. Worst case scenario.....Lilith beats me to it" "you have high hopes on that one, but can't she track it? Or is that a myth?" though judging by the way Chow just walked away told him that it wasn't, he couldn't tell if he had a plan. "I have something that can mimic the magical essence of the crown and act as a decoy. Really it only be sound but....it be a distraction" seeming confident in his plan rapidly headed towards Nu Martyr. Talking about a gemstone he brought. "I guess Ill head over to Draven" then the phycic message closed and they made haste with their current speed they should arrive at their destinations with an hour, though it was a matter of wether or not they had enough time. Chow would begin entering the castle hopefully unnoticed, however it was inevitable that he may be discovered however by then he would have planted the decoy and left a message in the language of Genesaris (i think its kinda like German?). he held the gem in his pouch which also inluded a flashbang, a gas mask, tranquilizer fluid both in liquid and spray gas form and a compass which pointed towards sources of magic, right now it was pointed towards the dark storm which contained Lilith's army. -
Some witch of the bog she is, that she gets lost in the forests almost immediately. Tipping her head towards the shadowed treeline overhead, Shardana closes her eyes and breathes for a moment in the stillness, calling forth whatever spirits she feels entwined in the lifeweb of the greenery, that steady beating heart that continues to thrum through every living creature, every leaf, every stone, every rippling wave of water in the smallest puddle. She must not get lost. There are strange things in these badlands, she's heard tell, and it would not do for her to run off the beaten path when she must get to her family in time for the evergreen ritual, not that she particularly cares much for it. There is a rustle somewhere in the far left. Shardana sighs, turns her feet in that direction. Perhaps it may lead her back to where the road is.
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Fanras glances down at the map in his hands, then towards the distant outline of Rysfort on the horizon, naught but a speck yet to the eye, but altogether foreboding. Foreboding, of course, in the sense that he knows what lies within the town, a slumbering power only he can ascertain. He shakes his head, tucking away the map into his pack. No, not only him, not really. There are others like him that can see through the weavings of magic throughout the world, and it is here that he has found something quite extraordinary. His feet, bare against the grass and dirt, eventually move to take him closer to the town, closer to the power that ripples forth like a beacon. It is subtle, but it is there. He need only figure out where, exactly, is that magical siren coming from.
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As soon as the shuriken had left his hands, his fingers had begun weaving the signs for the jutsu he meant to cast. A second later, he slammed his hands on the ground, and a square of ground around the hooded figure began to sink down into the earth as though he was standing on an earthen elevator. The shuriken themselves all seemed to have missed their primary target, but had found their secondary one in the flesh of the giant rushing towards the Beast. If the antlered creature looked close, he might notice the explosive tags wrapped around the hilts of the throwing knives. Though it would have also been understandable if he was preoccupied with the hammerhand giant falling into the pit on top of him. From his point of view, he almost certainly wouldn't see the explosive tags Shikai had slapped on the back of the giant before he had jumped off. "So clever," sighed the old man, "Why can't you use those talents for something worthwhile?" "I can't say if it's worthwhile," replied Shikai, "But shit like this is what I live for!" "Language!" chided the old woman. Shikai laughed and formed a handsign that detonated all of the explosive tags at once. -
Nyrea was in a bad spot, and it was not her fault, for once. She stared at the door of the tavern, a well-worn sign with faded paint cheerfully announcing its name to be the Rambunctious Goose—which was, truly, an amazing name; well done, whoever wrote that down—and struggled not to stomp her foot in the dust like a child. Really, for Steorra's sake, she didn't have to get kicked out of the entryway this early in the morning; she was only trying to get more news or information about the so-called barbarian rampaging somewhere in the eastern quarter. Seeing the posters about it gave her the idea to seek him out and put a stop to it, if only for the reward promised for putting him down. She did not wish to be booted out the door for her apparent indecency, whatever that meant. Nyrea did not need this kind of nonsense! Well, what else can she do but turn away? As she pivoted on her heel, however, she cursed. Loudly. Colorfully. With variety. Who cares how unladylike that seemed?
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