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  1. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    No please steal the show! With the direction she's heading, Karound would deff join. She would probably have to get used to the edge tho XD
  2. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    I think out of all of the divisions so far, Karuna would be most interested in the Erudite Arm of the Triumvirate, but more so with Hexes, grimoires. More magical things. Not sure if there would be a branch extension? But yeah, she would probably join if given the right opportunity! Her whole thing is revenge after all.
  3. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Yeah, I was going for a warzone feel. It's her or them and its not going to be her. No time to feel sorry or question now is just time to survive at least for her. Ty <3
  4. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    That's honestly amazing. I love it so much more now. Sorry for the lengthy post btw. I'm trying to do the 'showing you' rather than 'telling you' thing but idk if im doing it right. I actually would really like critique if you all don't mind.
  5. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    "No-J-" Waste of words. Why would the Emotionless demon cared for these people? Why did she think for a second he cared? There were more immediate problems before her, though. maybe, if she can render them unconscious, she could save them from the other's monstrous ways? It was how she justified striking a bit harder, breaking a few more bones, as she continuously used her spells to drain them. Still, the hoard of followers flowed like a river of wild animals, attempting to maim her with their bare claws and fangs. It was becoming more and more difficult to maintain her position and retain her restraint. Soon, palm strikes and knock out blows were not enough and the space she attempted to maintain became smaller and smaller. Before long blows began to land, scratches and bruises following. One man managed to slide his forearm around her neck in a choke hold. In realization her hold had been compromised she struck the man in the rib, perhaps a bit too hard, breaking enough ribs to probably need immediate medical attention, and throwing him off her. In the heat of the moment, she almost forgot about Sasha who was in pursuit by three other crazed villagers. There was no time to think. She leaped in the air, slicing threw it like butter, in the direction of the three men attempting to do harm at towards sasha. Mid air, she thrusts her palm forward, releasing three beams of energy which struck the three men and enveloped them. The indigo magic stopped them in their tracks, as if stunned by the strike, but that wasn't it. No, they simply could not input the energy to take another step; it was being sapped away too fast. Like, timelapse, within seconds of impact, they wrinkled horribly before falling to the ground with a thud, lifeless. She PK rolled from her leap and raced towards the men, rushing to their aid in vain. She lost restraint and they were dead because of it, or at least so she thought. In horror, the sound drowning out around her, screams becoming muffles and blades cutting through bone become dull crunches, like a panorama, she panned her eyes helplessly around the men and women attacking them. They were here to kill. She turned at Dolor, slashing away at those human beings mercilessly, blood pooling around him, guts, flaying. He was willing to kill if he must. She looked at her hands, glowing with magic, but without a single drop of blood. Her heart was beating mercilessly out her chest. She knew deep down she could not protect these people. She and her party were not going to make it out alive if she did not give all she had to give. She somberly looked back up at the crowd rushing towards her. She took a step back and crossed her arms, her hands like fans. She wanted to cry. instead she cringed, letting out a battle scream, as she uncrossed her arms swiftly, releasing a slice of horizontal energy. It would slice through the first two rows of villagers, essentially, decapitating them, and critically injuring the row behind. With hands like blades, she continued slicing as they came, draining them with little restraint. 'They have families...', she thought to herself. She pierced a woman's heart. 'Maybe even children...oh god.' She tossed the limp woman at another. A man grabbed her arm, and his hand immediately exploded with purple spikes. 'What am I doing? Someone stop me.' She stuck the man in the kneecap, shattering it beyond repair. Then set him aflame. 'Why can't I stop?' She continued her massacre, mercilessly spilling blood. Drenched. Sullied. 'Please...someone...' '...just kill me...' Of course she would not allow such things to happen. She did not want to die. She can't die yet. She had to much to finish in this world. She may not realize it now, but this. This happening right now. Is her will to Live. It was in this moment the Admiral partially snatched her from her trance. "Re-repennnnt..." The gurgled voice was startling to hear, at least enough to pull her attention. But it brought her to realization that Lunara was in harms way. The poor mage, rattled with shell shock, was shook, racked with adrenaline, and still cannot quite hear the world around her, but she still somehow managed to yell out for Lunara as the Tentacle reached for her. She couldn't even hear herself. She felt so hopeless. Nothing made sense. She just has to survive. The tentacle did not strike the small fae, thank god, but it showed no signs of stopping as it hurled itself towards the others including herself. It was all a blur to her now. "Doka Targaria!" She yelled reflexively, whisking her blood in the air as she wafted her hands. A rectangular transparent shield placed itself in front of her. The tentacle would impact the wall and because of this spell's unique properties, would reflect the tentacle back wildly with twice the strength, potentially whipping several zombie villagers in its path. She had not noticed the men and women seemingly coming from the grave,or that there was a tentacle reeling its way towards Sasha and Dolor, though she could assume that Dolor could handle it, well, maybe she would have if she were not...like this. She couldn't think too clearly at all actually. No one else around really mattered right now. She just needs to survive. She needs to survive. So she needs to kill them all.
  6. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Oh! Sorry I was mainly making that confused emoji for the emoji's aesthetic not because im confused. Im not THAT passive aggressive (Ihope)! I would tell you if I was confused. My bad.
  7. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Karuna would be shocked if he listened, but she had to try lol.
  8. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    I did it! Made the post before weekends end XD
  9. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    "W-wait..." She stammered, subconsciously extending her hand out to the Elf. Her heart bled for the man, as though she failed to help him in some way. He really did try to fight it...but as much as she wanted to go after the man, something told her he was far beyond her influence. What was once her immediate concern for the Elf, Harbinger of the danger to come, then turned towards the armored enigma that was Dolor, walking into the jaws of the unknown. I fthis was not teh Harbor...what was it? "Hey, wait!" She called as she followed suite. In her pursuit for Dolor, a curious glance back at the elf revealed him back in the stupor as everyone else were. Far beyond her influence. She reached Dolor around the time he swung the doors open with ease, once again making his might apparent. She huffed as she begrudgingly followed the man inside. "Do you always go head first into everything?" She complained, hearing her voice echo throughout the perimeter. She glanced around the unfamiliar territory, tching the followers with skepticism. It was alarmingly concerning how many people actually lived here. travelers, adventurers, hired arms. mothers and Fathers surely...These people were sure to have lives at some point...and now here they are. Serving...something. Unable to escape these webs that began to converge as they ventured down the winding staircase. It is a good thing that she accompanied her team here though. And she is grateful she was now able to fulfill her purpose. Now she could fulfill her purpose to serve. She was grateful that she would be the one to lead them all towards salvation... and salvation....is to Serve...to Serve...and Repent. repent....repent...r. e. p. e. n. t... "Repent." She mumbled out loud, her eyes loosing it's glint. It was not until this very moment she became apparent of the proverbial tendrils invading her mind. The molestation of her morals and the perversion of her values. It was then she realize the horrors of this place. This sudden pathing of thought set in an immediate, but short panic, as she jerked back in a short yelp. She held her head before she halted her perception of the mystic energy, even casting a hex barrier, waving two fingers briskly through the air for good measure. With her palm between her chest, she took a few deep breaths before calming herself, rooting herself to her mind, body, and spirit as her father taught her in order to defend against the invasion of mind. She understood now that, at the very least, she should not attempt to understand the power, but accept that it is all around them. Not that it was necessary to follow it's trail anymore. It would be apparent enough with the people following them. Chanting almost harmoniously with docile expressions of pure euphoria. She noticed the purposeful distance they kept from them, which was both comforting, and disconcerting. They had reached the gargantuan room where Karuna's eyes were immediately locked onto the woman who stood near the dripping blood bath, though that should not have been her first eyesore. But, who could blame her? No one expects to see what she saw on that very wall. you first scan the rooom for people usually, or threats to your well being. Butthis threat was far beyond comprehension. perhaps that is why she did not notice The Eternal Star looming horribly before them. It was only because she followed the dripping blood up it's trail did she notice the monster she previously perceived to be the wall. No, it was the wall. It was Everything here, Taking root in places karuna could only imagine. Her blood ran cold at the sheer vastness of the being, but was brought back to the woman who welcomed Sasha with outreached arms. But of course, as any sane person would do, (Though she was surprised in its reaction), it refused and set root of its own. Uncoiling itself in ways Karuna had not witnessed before, she realized this was probably what was meant to be done. This is why it was here. And by the looks of The looks of dissatisfied followers, the reason they are here has become more and more apparent. "Guess we are no longer welcome here." Karuna shouted as she thrusted herself forward at the closest follower to her. Conjuring magic in her wafting hand, she was ready to strike when she noticed the mans face, his clothes, his...humanity. She was shocked at herself the thought of slicing this man in half came to her. Instead she force palmed him, shooting him back into a crowd of them and knocking them over as well. "Please I know you probably don't care. But don't kill them. They did not ask for this..." She directed this to Dolor, looking at him, showing her resolve. "I don't know how, but they can be saved." She turned her attention back to the crowd as she judo flipped and roundhouse kicked another, continuously fighting them back. "Maybe not by us, but I know they can be saved." She spun gracefully back her footwork leading her closer to the party before casting a spell. "AZODIAJIERE" Her voice echoed mystically as her palms began to glow with Greenish energy. The next person to attempt to pass Karuna were met by similar palm strikes, except this time, strings of energy would be siphoned into her palms in slivers with every strike in attempts to leave them unconscious, or even fatigued instead of dead. Though she was trained originally in long distance fighting, her training in close combat is to be noted as well. Though she is not the strongest without magic to back her up, her method of flowing the direction of strikes and motions to her advantage correlates with how she deals with mana flow in general. The push and pull of energy and how it flows. Her style of flow and transition would be well noted by her stance, poise and twirls as she danced around her opponents, never stopping, striking them to incapacitate but not kill. But she would not be able to fend them alone. At least, not like this.
  10. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    I appreciate it guys. Ill keep you posted
  11. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Im sorry guys I wasnt able to make it. I gave my part time job a 2 weeks notice so im overlapping jobs rn. thought I could manage but I can't find the energy. I guess just skip me this round. Again, sorry for holding you guys up.
  12. 1ionFang

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    UPDATE: *Cough* So I got a full time job Monday through friday. Bad news, It's been very hard to get on Valucre as of late. Weekends seem to be my only hope to keep things consistent on my end. Is that okay with you guys? (Right when things were getting good too...)
  13. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    The irritation on Karuna's face when Agony referred to Lunara for Karuna's validity was as apparent as the oddity of this village and it's residents, though she shouldn't have expected any less from the Armored Mystery. But Agony followed the statement with acknowledgment of Karuna's theory, which caused surprise that not only he acknowledged her theory in the first place, but also that he shows concern for the powers that envelope this land. That in and of itself gave Karuna reason for concern and she immediately began second guessing the decision to venture this path. Still, this was what they were hired for right? And by the look of the crowd behind them, turning back may not be the best decision. And not once, did she see the library she heard so much about. The very REASON, she came here in the first place. The whole situation was very frustrating. Hopefully they can make this quick so she can have a better look around for this probably, normal looking building. She came back to herself. Before them was the source. Like a web, the energy pooled into the building, but that was all she could decipher. A church? and an old one at that, contradicting the cottages of the town. She immediately thought of the church in Town she visited once and wondered if there were some correlation. Was it similar in appearance? could this be that odd religion that other church was in relation with? A man approached them, far closer than anyone of the other citizens did. What was peculiar was his ominous tattoo and twitchy disposition. he was different, but whether that was good or not is yet to be discerned. She tensed, taking a calculated step back in case of confrontation, but none came. Still the man put her on edge. When he spoke, it was as if he was resisting something, perhaps the influence of this land. Just for a moment his eyes darted behind them, before coming back to Sasha. She looked where his eyes darted and back at him, just in time for him to say 'run'. It wasn't until he managed to go off script and say 'run' did fear flow through her like the cold of night. Maybe this is how the town gets its victims; directing them to this 'harbor' to become one with it. Convert it to whatever religion this was. She did not want to hear this great gospel. Hell, she doesn't even want to be here. She woudl much rather search for this library, but now that she is here... She gulped as she replied, though she was pretty sure he would not be able to respond in his condition. She remained prepared nonetheless. "Is this...the Harbor? "
  14. 1ionFang

    Ashe the Silent Bard

    Name: Ashe Sex: Male Alignment: Neutral good Age: Early 20s Race: Human Profession: Wandering Bard Skillset: sound magic, and Dreamwalking Weapon: Lyre, knife Positive Personality Traits: Kind- He never views a man in a negative light at first glance carefree- Life is too short to live in stress open minded- Keep your mind open to possibilities, Life is an experience adaptable- Everything changes, why shouldn’t he? imaginative- When you can't speak, what else is there to do? Negative Personality traits: Neurotic: PTSD of his night terrors Lazy: his carefree attitude sometimes results in sloth Sneaky: He's usually pretty good at getting out of sticky situations if one were to arise Attire The sleeveless moon blue hoodie he wears ends halfway down his torso and shrouds his head and thick dark brown locks. Under this hoodie, a green tank top sporting a crescent moon can be seen. Under this, a series of gauze can be see wrapped around his shoulders into his tank top, assumingly down his torso, and down to his hands. Similarly, this is also shown on his lower body as well, from hip to foot. He wears the same colored pants as he did hoodie, sagging on either side of his pants with a gaping hole, the only way one can know of his gauzed legs underneath. His shoes were joker shoes, bright red in appearance but no bells at the curled ends. Equipment: Utility sash: Tied around his waist, it is usually filled with miscellaneous items, trinkets, potions, and a particular fortified glass potion bottle with a strange teal liquid. Lyre: Attached to the sash around his waist, the lyre is quite ordinary to the naked eye, but those with an eye for the supernatural may notice energy flows through it, making it the perfect conduit for a Bard. Dagger: Nothing out of the ordinary with this blade. A blade the length of his hand not including the leather handle. A keen eye could see that it is seldom used. Backstory: Ashe The Wandering Bard- or at least that what he likes to think of himself. He is a wanderer and he does play music for a living for the time being. It is quite difficult to discern his motives considering he has been mute for as long as anyone around has known him, but based off his disposition, he appears good in intention. At the very least he appears to want to make an honest living as a traveling musician. He has travelled a great deal in Terrenus, and everywhere he goes, men women and children alike seem better off after a night or 2 of his stay in the village. But he never stays in one place. It would be apparent to anyone who paid attention to his traveling habits that he is looking for something. Whatever it is it must be of value to him, for he has traveled for years. He wouldn't say he's well renowned (quite literally), but he does get around to the point where people sometimes remember him. Some say he never stays a night in the woods. Whether it be in a comfy inn or a shady alley, he refuses to sleep where people are not around. Abilities: Dream Walking: The ability to enter the minds of others. Basic magic: Can conjure minimal magic without his lyre and magically lift objects but only those slightly above his capability to lift physically. Light steps: Though he lacks the control to levitate, he can make himself lighter allowing him to leap great heights and even glide. Sound Magic: Through sound does his magic truly take form. Can be used for offense, defense, buffs and debuffs among other things. Song of healing: A song that heals basic wounds. Song of Haste: Increases speed of user and all allies in vicinity. Sound of sleep: Effects of this song are similar to that of sleep medicine. Causes drowsiness and a strong urge to sleep. Worst case scenario one can fight off the spell, but would most likely be sluggish in movements. Best case for the castor, they fall into a deep sleep.
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