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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Falling to the ground after the massive ground pound the Magnus executed, Aryssin barely saw the swipe of the massive Chhitten and rolled out of the way. She did not stay unharmed through that though, as the tip of the creature's blade grazed her thigh. The neurotoxins from the claw began its work, slowly causing Aryssin's vision to sway and blur. Knowing that she had little time before the toxins truly affected her cognitive functions, Aryssin summoned up the rest of her strength and slammed her palm onto the muddy floor, creating a runic circle of light. Chanting quickly, the light from the runic circle began enveloping her body, clearing any minor wounds that may have opened from scratches and scrapes. The added effect of the light burned away the toxins within her too, slowly clearing her head. The rib she had broken could not fully mend though, and that needed attention quickly. Another strike at that general area could be devastating to her, as the rib was well placed to puncture her lung. "Well, best I can do in such circumstances I guess," she shrugged to no one in particular. Slowly getting up, she winced as the light slowly faded and the pain from her rib shot through her body. "I can live with that," she chanted to herself, remembering a certain cambion who had previously punched her so hard it basically broke every rib in her body; she still stood up after that attack, but almost immediately doubled over in pain after. This pain was nowhere near those levels. Looking up, she noticed that the others had managed to finally take down the hulking monstrosity, which gave the fighters some bit of respite. "Good, will pull back for now to heal," she thought to herself. Finding an outcrop of stone that the Chhitten Magnus had flung her way but missed, she leaned on it, slowly slumping down and clinging to her wounded rib. "Urgh, nasty thing. I need more armor," she thought to herself.
  2. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    D12 to determine what happens to ARYSSIN Round 6 of Claiming the Furthest point!
  3. sorainvoked

    Breaking Ground (Wild Hearts)

    "Ohh, the Rising suns," cooed the barkeep in his signature singsong voice. "I'll tell you more about them in a minute, it won't do to talk about them so openly." Before Cerebri could protest, the barkeep called out to another patron to wait patiently for his beer as he needed to get another keg from the cellar, before heading down a trapdoor toward the alcoholic underground. Once he had stopped moving, the barkeep looked twice over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed him before pulling out the mirror once again. "From what I know there are three main leaders in the cult that is the Rising Sun. The first is Ra, a tall, handome young man who seems like he has eyes of a hawk. Apparently he's the man with all the information, the one they call spymaster. He has plenty of eyes and ears everywhere, so you coming into town is probably a known fact," the barkeep whispered. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on that dark skinned boy, ooh what a handsome thing that would add to my collection." The barkeep shook in glee as his mind floated to other things. A quick throat clearing brought the man back down to earth. "Then there's the second who is called Helios, and who is the one in direct competition with you. He's the one who is the deliverer; he gets shipments of all sorts of things from all over and transports them here to Tellus Mater. Also the bruiser of the three. More brawns than brain, unfortunately, so talking to him is like talking to a barrel of fish; no resposne, and all you get is wet for your efforts. Those pecs though, mmmm." The barkeep shivered once more, letting out a huge sigh. "Pity he won't be able to entertain me after all the physical fun is over." Cerebri rubbed his temple. 'This is going to be over', he kept thinking to himself, although he made a mental note to see what else Helios would have that would be of benefit to him. "Then finally there's Sol Invictus." Cerebri perked up for a minute. He noticed that the bartender had become a little tense, and somehow fear clouded his eyes for a split moment, before continuing. "People call him Sol for short. Him I've had the pleasure of meeting. A brooding, middle aged man with a bit of a hunch, but don't let his supposedly frail looking body deceive you; beneath is a hardened man, capable of taking punishment as well as dishing out his own. He would have been the bruiser of the team if he did not have someone who was slightly better at that than he was, but still a scary sight to behold." The barkeep's eyes narrowed slightly. "It was he who started the whole gang to begin with, in my bar, just over a year ago. Damn near broke down the house, with all the bodies he threw against the rafters." As sudden as the barkeep became sullen, he perked up and went on. "The three of them are collectively known as 'the Belt'. And from what I know, they seem to have weekly meetings to discuss the state of their cult at ever changing locations. If you want to know more, I currently have two of their lieutenants in my bar having drinks. You can ask them if you please." The barkeep gave Cerebri a little wink. "Thank you," grunted Cerebri, before tossing another gold coin through the mirror. "You are welcome honey," the bartender chirped, before putting the coin in his pocket and the mirror down. Cerebri turned back to the other guests in his house. "I know where more information can be found," he growled out to the two. "Let's go, I'll tell you more on the ride." Striding out of the house, he gave a whistle blast, which summoned his carriage to him. Clambering on, he waited for his guests before speeding away, telling them all what he had just learned.
  4. sorainvoked

    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Aryssin was so focused at running toward the enemy that she failed to see its tail whipping straight toward her, smashing directly into her chest. The lithe girl let out a gasp, before tumbling into the dirt, the proverbial stuffing knocked out of her. She struggled for a short while to find her breath, and decided to try taking a deep one, only to immediately wince and double over once again. Tentatively feeling her ribs, she felt a short, sharp pain shoot up when she touched her third rib, which she recognized as broken. She now knew that she could not breath hard, as that could cause her to pierce her own lungs with the broken rib. This would not take her out of the fight though, and she struggled to her feet once again and began trodding slowly toward the Chhitten Magnus, which had, she noticed, now finally taken a defensive pose. 'Finally slowing down eh you," she muttered before letting out an expletive that only a mother would forgive. Taking a few steps forward. Aryssin planted her bow into the ground. Notching the second black arrow, she planted her bow firmly into the ground before straining against it, pulling it back as far as she could. The bow was not of regular tensile strength, requiring a harder pull than normal, but it meant that she could shoot it farther than most others. This did not work in her favour this time though, groaning in pain as she pulled inch by excruciating inch backwards. Finally satisfied with the distance of the draw, she aimed toward the Chhitten Magnus, only to see it being squashed by an unseen force. She looked around a little, finally spotting the lady bringing down the Chhitten Magnus: a knight, calling down some unknown power on the creature. "Move or be shot, lady knight," she screamed in her general direction, before doing a quick spell chant. Lightning burst forth from the heavens, striking her black arrow; cracking with delight, the arrow glowed and buzzed with anticipation before finding itself flying through the air, striking the Chhitten Magnus on its tough carapace. With its lightning imbued powers the arrow cut through the armour quickly, entering the creature's insides. A small flash of light, and the smell of burning flesh wafted over to Aryssin; the arrow had done its work, frying a bit of the insides of the Chhitten Magnus, further weakening the monster. "Urgh, I really have to heal myself," she grunted, falling to her knees.
  5. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    kick da bug tank in da bart! /roll for furthest point
  6. sorainvoked

    Claiming the Furthest Point

    Apparently hiding in a wagon provided no cover whatsoever, as the huge rocks that were pushed out of the way of the rising Chhitten Magnus flew past the spokes of the wheels and cut a deep gash into Aryssin's cheek. "Nut," she thought to herself, afraid that the creature had now left a scar on her. The lightning barrier that she had cast on both her and the handsome guy had now gone, having been dissipated by another onrushing chhitten. At least there was now one less to take care of, though the wagon was still in big danger of being overrun by the big daddy of a chhitten. The shockwave had threatened to knock her off her feet, but she managed to duck at the last second, allowing the wood boards of the wagon to take the brunt of the compressed air . Peeking back above the wagon side, Aryssin saw that the Chhitten Magnus was now distracted by a flying dark knight, who sent a huge crushing blow down on to the creature, his blade biting deep and tearing asunder the flesh of the enormous creature. Deciding that it was now time for the black arrow to come into play, Aryssin plucked it out of her quiver. The black arrow shone in the light, as though eager for its owner to infuse any sort of magic into it. Kissing the tip of the arrow, Aryssin closed her eyes and recited a spell she had by now etched into her mind. The black arrow began to glow, absorbing the magic that was being poured into it, up to bursting point. She then notched it to her bow, pulled as far as she could, and looking one more time, let it fly. The arrow spirited high and far, before landing on one of the Chhitten Magnus' scythe-like arms, causing it to swell. "Bullseye", she whispered to herself, staring at the arm swell to immense proportions before exploding, spreading ichor and blood everywhere on the battlefield. Cowering back behind the wagon board, Aryssin heard a huge thud just outside, so out of curiosity she took a peek. Standing in the ground was the scythe of the arm, wedged into the ground like a thorn in Mother Gaia. Just one foot more and she would probably have been cleaved in half. Slumping back behind the wagon, Aryssin felt sick, and heaved into the wagon; this was the closest she ever was to dying and she knew she barely just escaped. "Sorry to the people who have to clean up later," she thought before steeling herself, clambering out of the wagon and rushing toward the Chhitten Magnus to press the attack.
  7. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling d3 to see if i get hit by a bug tank.
  8. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling for Furthest point!
  9. sorainvoked

    Breaking Ground (Wild Hearts)

    The Helldriver watched on as his new boss continued to beat the living daylights out of the thugs who had the foresight to threaten a man superior to their talents with a certain amount of dispassion. The cretins weren't worth much to look at, but Cerebri had other plans. After the interrogation was done, the Helldriver pulled the group together. providing them with some medical coverage, which had earned him a little trust from them. There was, of course, a caveat to the coverage, which included spying on their current masters for him, in case there was any movement from them that would be detrimental to the arriving group's opening. He also needed minions, and where better to start looking than those already in the seedy underbelly of the area; those who already knew the ins and outs of the criminal going-ons of Tellus Matter. "Yep," he replied simply to his boss when the question fell upon him to to look for a space to set up their now expanding empire. He already had a small base of operations in Tellus Matter for his other jobs, but Cerebri did not want his other jobs to mix with the running of the newly minted crew's jobs, so he elected to bring them to a deceptively small house, one that was recently vacated by him when its occupant had failed to pay up the favour he was owed for completing a job for them. He was still going to claim his favour from them of course, but at the time he just felt that an empty house would be a good investment, and certainly enough it was. Opening the door, the house, while on the surface looked drab and dull with plenty of holes where upkeep was very much in need, actually boasted an incredibly luxurious and well furnished decor, filled with drapes of brilliant red, carpets of incredible green, and furniture fit for a king. "Ungh," he grunted, motioning for his companions to enter and make themselves at home. If anyone were to ask him how he got the place, he would just answer simply that he found it. "Well, time to go to work," he muttered, after taking two long swigs from the nearby whiskey flask. Standing up, he took out a small goblin-made mirror, pictured the local barkeep in his head and tickled it. Slowly the image of Cerebri in the mirror started to swirl, eventually morphing itself into the image of the barkeep, holding three mugs of ale in his hand. "Hey! So good to see you," exclaimed the man. "What can I do you for?" "I need information," muttered Cerebri. Digging through his pockets, the Helldriver produced a gold coin, which he then tossed into the mirror. The barkeep on the other end caught it, examined it quickly before placing it into his pocket with his free hand. "What do you wish to know?" the barkeep replied, smiling widely. "Rising Sun," growled Cerebri simply.
  10. Rudolph charged them, red nose shining so bright it blinded the defenders before sticking one of them into the wagon, the defender's blood dying its snout red as well. Ooh nasty stuff indeed
  11. sorainvoked

    Claiming the Furthest Point

    "So, the ebon knight has healing powers too, that's a surprise," Aryssin thought to herself, notching an arrow into her bow. Sprinting towrads the caravans, the svelte lady jumped onto the wagon, providing herself some cover from the snapping fangs of the chhitten. The ebon knight had also made some cover for himself, so he was not much of a worry. However, there were others in the fight who were not as well protected as he was, and if left unchecked, the venom emitted by the chhitten would cause untold havoc on the defenders of the caravan. Focusing her lightning magic into one of her armguards and healing magic into another, Aryssin recited the verses, pouring as much magic she could into her enchanted items before aiming one at the handsome man and the other at herself. Immediately a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hitting them both, casting a lightning bubble of light around the man. This bubble was a technique taught to her by her masters in Lefel, and even the biggest giants in the vicinity of her homeland were not able to break through the barrier. With that done, the magic in the gauntlets subsided, and the healer got her bow and arrows ready. Spotting a chhitten about to take a bite out of someone, Aryssin let an arrow fly, hitting the creature right in its gaping jaw. The creature was dead even before it hit the ground.
  12. sorainvoked

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Furthest point round 3 roll d12
  13. sorainvoked

    The Long Road Home

    The imposing figure that Cerebri passed along the way to his room the previous night was there in the morning, along with the Fae, whom he had assumed took on a glamour form. The Fae's glamour was constructed in a way that would allow the person speaking to her know that she meant business, but in his opinion, also be as forgetful as the next girl on the street. It was a good glamour, he surmised, and it was fortunate she was not coming for the trip; he did not want to deal with a Fae who knew her way around the world, and this was definitely one with some worldly experience about her. Also, another annoying voice in the back of his carriage was more than he could bear. There was something about the new guy that came down the stairs looking all dapper and sophisticated that just rubbed Cerebri the wrong way. The way he carried himself, the smile, that glint in his eye.. it just all screamed fake to him. Electing to disregard the extended hand then, he walked over to the female Fae, slipping a receipt into her hand. The receipt stated in explicit terms where the pick up was and how long the journey would take. Should the Helldriver fail in his task, the receipt itself would burn up, leaving no trace that it ever existed. This was also an indestructible piece of paper in conventional means, as a way to stop clients from doing anything funny to get away from payment. Producing a book of accounts, he opened it up to the last written page, where he had filled up the client information prior to meeting them. A drop of blood was also required as a back up to the receipt, making this a blood oath that had to be fulfilled. He wondered if it was the Fae or the passanger who would fill in the blood debt, but it was of no matter, as long as he was getting paid. "This way," grunted Cerebri, opening the door of the inn, revealing the carriage, with steps extended into its interior. The horses stood in silence, ready for Cerebri's instruction to move at a moments notice. Upon his passanger closing the door of the carriage, the Helldriver stowed away the steps, climbed into the driver's seat, and made his way back toward the Fae portal that he initially came out from, sprinting toward the destination.
  14. sorainvoked

    The Long Road Home

    The contact finally done, the Helldriver waited a few moments before pulling out the two way mirror once again. Giving it a tickle at the back, the mirror gave a quiet chortle before the image of himself swirled and presented the barkeep who was the Fae's contact. Asking him for the address, Cerebri realized he was merely a few hours away from where the pick up point was. Flopping into bed, he covered his eyes for a short time, wondering if the work was really worth him giving up his hard-earned free time. But he had already given his word, and that was something he was not about to break. Growling loudly and slamming his fist into the soft mattress, Cerebri got up, got dressed, and went down to pay for his food and board. Getting his carriage ready took less than fifteen minutes, having only to rein his horses and dust off some access dust from the seats. He had already given the interior a good scrubdown a few days prior, as the client he picked up previously had a pet that spewed spit everywhere. The cushions of the seats were all well filled, the curtains were dark and shady, and the windows gleamed in the sunlight. Giving the vehicle one more quick lookaround in case he missed anything out, Cerebri picked up his provisions before climbing into the driver's seat and moving out. Riding through the winding city, he soon came to a brick wall. Picking out a small florescent marker from his coat, he drew a small seal on a slightly protruding brick. The seal soon melted away, along with the rest of the wall, which gave way to a small portal. Leading his magitech horses through, he turned around and muttered, "Close." in the fae language, which sealed the wall behind him. Getting back into his seat, he pushed his horses to full speed, galloping through the fae land for a while before coming to another portal. Opening the portal, he emerged into some back alley in Hellsgate, and made his way toward the inn where the pick up was to be made. Checking into the inn, he bought himself a small dinner, skimming his meal from the pantry as no one was there to serve him. Leaving his money on the table, he ate quietly before retiring to his room for a rest. Setting up his customary alarms, he walked past a massive armored being that just stood there, glaring at him as he passed by toward his room. Feeling a small chill down his spine, his face betrayed nothing of his feelings as he looked downward, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the man. The next morning came sooner than he expected, and he cleaned up quickly before heading down to the bar to wait for his clients. Still no one was there to serve him, so he helped himself to a mug of ale and left more money on the countertop. This was when he saw, from the corner of his eye, the Fae, the armored man and another coming down the stairs together. Turning around, he stared at them for a short while before growling slightly, "here."
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