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ElvenSeeker

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    Dead End, US
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    All things creative. I draw, design, read, write, and on occasion sing. Somethings these things even turn out good, who knew?
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  1. Yineffe shivered against the stir of powerful magic on the air, Donavon's impressive grasp of the acrcane becoming rather apparent. Leo had thankfully downed the den-mother quickly. He appeared worst for wear but not seriously injured. Yineffe covered the distance between her and the others in a rush, casting a light barrier over them, leaving a a spider web tingle behind. The winged creature wailed over the crakle of lighting. She conjured a sapping spell, enthropy, that took effect almost immediately. It slowed it's advance and made a high pitched whine. There was an exhal and it dropped it's head, slumping, it's shoulders and wings low. She followed with split, a spell that sperates magic from itself. A hail darted down from the ceiling, in a torrent of flashing light. The creature slid from the celestrial form and further into the physical. Angered, it raised it's wings and with several beats, sent out a pulsing blast that leveled Yineffe.
  2. Yineffe does love her jewelry!@supernal Also I asked a question about rolls and how to proceed but it disappeared or didn't save, not sure. (I'm on the mobile version now, was hoping it would help me post more regularly.)
  3. Hey emperor! How are you feeling? And aw crap! I should have looked at this before I posted, guys. I introed like a spirit bangee enemy, mainly magic based, weak to physical attacks. If you think this is inappropriate I'll change it right away! @supernal
  4. Stunned and in pain, Yineffe made an atempt to meet the battle. She pulled herself up and away, trying to gain a better understanding of the field. The monsterous den-mother ran them down. Leo, his jaw locked, raised his gun a fired, his aim true. He landed a number of shots. Yineffe had only gained enough sense to aid her comrads when a screech split the field. Yineffe covered her ears. At the far side of the chamber a white mist formed and from it a human-like figure apeared. It unfurled a pair of imposing, feathery wings, releasing a gust of air that sent dust and dirt across the field. Yineffe took a few hesitant steps back, fear tightening her chest. Where the landshark seemed to target Leo, this new foe narrowed its sights on Yineffe. It met her eyes across the chamber and stalked forward, instantly tapping into her pool of magic. Yineffe considered her chances slim on her own and quickly diverted her attention to the landshark. She cast a few warping spells, hoping to disrupt the beast and allow Leo time enough to reload.
  5. Yineffe paused for a time, feeling rather aprehensive about disturbing the key. She told herself she was prepared for what was next, but she was mostly lying. Yineffe stepped up to the platfrom. The odd looking stone steps too narrow for her feet. They spread out in sweep from left the right, radiating from the center with low grade slabs of marble. The key bobbed where it hovered over the dais, the jade catching the low light just so. In her mind it was best not to disturb the key with magic. There was lingering traces all around. Instead she used a thin Ward to hoist herself up and onto the platform. This near the key she could hear the faintest sound of singing far off, and yet all around. A tickle ran up her spine, leaning her cold a stiff. She took the key. The air stilled to silence.
  6. Is there a creature or some sort of puzzle we need to get past? To get the key? Wait! Nevermind! I think I got it 😄
  7. Hey @supernal can you give me some more info on this temple, like what's it's for and what's behind the door? I'm a bit stuck 😓.
  8. Yineffe scowled, a bit put off that her plan backfired so unspectacularly. She considered the wards again. Suppose I force them? She could, but it was risky and would require a deep well of magic to draw from. Yineffe had meant to disrupt the strength in the ward by interjecting her ring, thus making it easier to dispel. Perhaps she still could? Taking two steps back, Yineffe glanced at Donavon and gave a rather clever grin. "I am full of ideas," she told him, only half serious. With that, she started chanting a short spell under her breath. The air in the room began to swirl around their feet. It flipped the hem of her coat and tossed her hair around. An eriey shadow descended on the room, dimming the already dark passage. Yineffe directed her split spell toward the highest ward with a strike of her arm. A flash, lightening against a black sky. Three bolts of light slashed the barrier in a blinding display. They shot off the first barrier and into the other, sparking like mad. There was a sizzling sound, a groan, then- The wards fell, ending in a shimmer of dust, much like before. The door clunked as the locking mechanism relaxed.
  9. Feel better Emperor! I'd like to post again @supernal If that's alright with you!
  10. "Strange," Yineffe spoke softly, examining the door ahead. She stilled a few feet from it and marveled. "There are two wards here, there" she informed the others, pointing toward the left side of the doorway near the floor. "And there," she followed with a glance up to the top right corner. She furrowed her brow in Leo's direction. "Reflecting wards like these, I have only seen them used to deflect magical attacks. This setup implies breaking these wards may require more then one spell, or a certain type. Perhaps an object?" Yineffe touched her face in thought, her fingers brushing against her ear. She paused. "All things absorb a bit of magic, I am sure you both are aware, a finite amount but inescapable?" Their expressions told her little in response. Yineffe took one of her many rings from her finger and smoothed her thumb over the cloudy stone at the center. With the ring in hand, she shifted over to the ward closet to the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at her companions and gave a wicked smile. "You may want to duck." The ring dropped, plummeting into the ward. It hit. A near blinding bean shot from one ward to the other, then back, creating a pattern over and over. Wait- A noise followed, like a high pitched buzz, growing more deafening by the moment. Yineffe dropped to her knees and put her hands on her ears. Suddenly, A flash blinded the room. The sound of her ring embedding like a bullet into the ceiling followed. She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Ah..." Yineffe stood, gathering herself. "I was not expecting that."
  11. Realizing that she still, in fact, had the fabric she tore from the stranger, Yineffe reached into her outside pocket and produced it. Bontavia eyed her with an expression of doubt and studied the cloth carefully. "You may sit, if you wish." She spoke mostly to Gao, eyeing him just the same. Bontavia stood away from the window and walked over to her desk. "I believe this fabric is being effected by a glamor." She spoke the word as if both of them should know it. Yineffe glanced to Gao, a baffled look on her face. Bontavia pulled a large tome from her desk drawer and flicked through the pages. "What is a Glamor, exactly?" Yineffe hesitated in the question, trying to recall if she had ever seen one used or heard reference to a glamor before. She had not. Bontavia gave a sigh of mild annoyance. "A glamor," she began, still leafing through her book. "Is an illusion spell, a magical hat and coat, if you will. It changes select properties of items to disguise them. For example, A clever pirate might use a glamor to hide valuable cargo in plain sight, make plundered treasure look like fresh fruit. It's very difficult to master and an incorrectly cast glamor can twist and deform the object you want to effect, even destroy it." Yineffe considered Arland's disappearance, how no one had been able to locate him. "Can a glamor be used on a person?" A toothy smile took Bontavia's face. "They can..." She twisted the scrap of fabric in her hands, the color changing from black to orange in a flicker of light. She examined the now changed piece of fabric, a deep frown forming. She threw the scrap back at Yineffe, unimpressed. "It's a window curtain." Yineffe handed the fabric to Gao for his reference. "So Arland's using a glamor on himself?" Bontavia wandered back to the window and patted one of her hounds head in affection. "Most likely. It's strange," she mused, tossing her hair. "I didn't think he was so advanced..."
  12. You're welcome to join us @notmuch_23 If you like. :) There is the link: Poodle Lady RP
  13. After huffing up the staircase to the academy entrance, Yineffe eyed her companion before they entered. She had been at the Academy a number of times since her arrival, haunting the public portion of the library in hopes of catching the eye of a wayward professor or even an assistant. She wanted to learn, but more than that she needed guidance. her skillset was specific and she wanted a broader range of spells in her arsenal. Her and Gao wandered through the towering halls. The marble floor was recently polished, catching the light in a flare of warm yellow and orange. The walls were an endless chain of massive arch ways reaching high overhead in a crisscross pattern. She breathed, nervousness in her heart. Together they reached the administration office after asking for help from a passer-by. They entered. The room was drab and tight, lined with heavy wood panels and dark green stones. Yineffe approached the older man at the front desk. "Is Leanna Bontavia available?" The older man frowned and pushed his glasses up his sizable nose. "I will see," he grumbled. On thin, shaky legs he stood and moved behind the desk to a nearby room. Yineffe moved to the display cabinet full of framed accolades. Each one was signed with a thick swatch of ink, 'Bontavia'. She glanced at Gao, communicating her reservations through her eyes. "News already?" Bontavia poked out of the room, grinning at Yineffe, before she noticed Gao. "This is my associate," Yineffe said. "Gao Hua." The other woman flashed a wide smile that didn't once grace her eyes. "Ah, well, come in." She held the door open as they filed in. Immediately, her dogs came charging over, pushing at Yineffe's hands with their cold noses. Yineffe pulled away. She would never understand why humans kept animals that had no purpose other then shedding. Curiously, Bontavia sat at the window looking forlornly out at the gardens. "What did you find at the distillery?" Yineffe pulled out the tomb and handed it to her. "Books, little else but books."
  14. Having ushered her friends safely across the gap, Yineffe felt her chest puff with pride. Leo made it across carefully. Donovan leapt across with ease like a regular desert hare. Around her she studied the darkening walls. She noted several reoccurring reliefs, each one decorated with more jade accents. There was a divide in the path ahead. The west side continued for a time in a straight hall. The east descended further, the pathway crumbling and cracked in large sections. The party started down the less dangerous path when Donovan posed his question. "My clan," Yineffe began, trying to avoid the creeping feeling of solipsism. "We heavily divided our roles. I was a guardian to our clan's elders. I did not leave them often. Our hunters told wild stories of caves lined in gold, cold water oases, and strange human lands. I always thought to seek them out, to see the world myself, if ever I left."
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