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(Open RP) A voyage to the Shadow Isles

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Boogeybeast

Senior Member

01-17-2012

Nite growled as his flow disappeared, his target had disappeared. Sacrificing stealth for power, Nite stood. He shed his robe and steadied his feet by locking them against some of the secured cargo. A few of the elementals sent tendrils of water snaking on board the ship, the tentacles of sea-water gripped the legs of crew members, knocking some down, and pulling others overboard. Nite focused his power on protecting the ship. He raised his own barrier of wind, strong enough to turn back even lightning. The ships sail filled with wind as he attempted to push them through the storm with all due haste. Nite focused more of his energy on locating the source of the storm itself.

Meanwhile, Clamp skittered around on deck, having lost his footing again. He slip around the deck, hiding in his shell and only changing direction when he came near the edge. (Think Red Koopa shell) He occasionally poked a pincer out to pinch a passing mutineer.


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Ovalusc1

Senior Member

01-17-2012

Nite's attempts at finding the source of the storm were rewarded by seeing large amounts of necromantic energy coming from the center of one of the islands. The energy fueled the storm. Suddenly, Nite's view of his surroundings was replaced by a view of a skull shrouded in darkness, with malevolent red eyes. The skull had bits of flesh on it, as if it were not quite finished decaying, but the eyes were filled with pure evil and necrotic energy. Just as suddenly the view vanished. The storm seemed to increase in power rivaling even Nite's wind.


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Boogeybeast

Senior Member

01-17-2012

Nite ignored the vision of the skull, but remembered the location of the storm's channel. "A lich?..." Nite mumbled. He noticed the storm increasing, it's power pushing against the shield, but Nite kept in maintained. Nite took the glove off of the Hand, it would give him more power should he need it.


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Overlord Forte

Senior Member

01-17-2012

The first gun shot had ripped Forte out of her meditation, and Vintath's disruption broke the energy link she was using for him. Momentarily dazed, she registered a surge of electricity and a body being thrown away from her. Alarmed at the rapid change of affairs, she took a quick survey of the action on deck before checking on the encroaching storm.

Someone else was attempting to defend the ship from the storm, but who she couldn't tell. A ship magi or an elemental, judging by the winds - the motives didn't matter to her currently. One less worry for the time being.

"Whoever you are, don't hit any accursed rocks in this storm!" Forte shouted aimlessly at the air, unfortunately drawing the attention of one of the mutineers. The man's battle cry as he ran at her with a raised weapon caught her notice. Amused at his bravado, she took stock of her would-be attacker as he ran at her across the deck.

( Combat pass to Ovalucs1, or anyone who cares to intercept )


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Ovalusc1

Senior Member

01-17-2012

As the man charged at Forte, Vintath's staff flew up off the deck and struck him, knocking him unconcious. Vintath then attempted to sit up, but grimaced in pain and lay back down. He brought his hands over his chest and they began glowing green. The staff rolled back to him, and lay still at his side.
Melzemar, seeing his apprentice regain consciousness, rushed over. He crouched down and asked, "Are you all right?" he then erected a shield over them to protect from any crewman.
"Yeah," replied Vintath, "Though I was never any good at healing magic. I don't suppose you are?" he asked Forte, turning to look at her.


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Overlord Forte

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01-17-2012

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Ovalusc1:
As the man charged at Forte, Vintath's staff flew up off the deck and struck him, knocking him unconcious. Vintath then attempted to sit up, but grimaced in pain and lay back down. He brought his hands over his chest and they began glowing green. The staff rolled back to him, and lay still at his side.
Melzemar, seeing his apprentice regain consciousness, rushed over. He crouched down and asked, "Are you all right?" he then erected a shield over them to protect from any crewman.
"Yeah," replied Vintath, "Though I was never any good at healing magic. I don't suppose you are?" he asked Forte, turning to look at her.


Unperturbed by her assailant's sudden interception, she looked at Vintath at his question.

"Oh yes, although nothing you main land folk know probably. A moment." Forte trailed off at her last word, walking quickly over to the unconscious mutineer. Unceremoniously, she dragged the man across the deck towards Melzemar and Vintath, slipping under their protective bubble.

The summoner looked at Vintath's wound before looking at the mutineer, nodding to herself. With a certain casualness, she fixed her hand across his chest. Forte moved her other hand over Vintath's wound, hovering a few inches above it. She looked at him.

"Try not to throw up." Forte remarked, waiting for his signal before starting.


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Jaykoboy

Senior Member

01-17-2012

Aine witnessed the quick mutiny. "Aw, cr*p," she whispered to herself, drawing her sword. It wouldn't be too useful against a man with a gun, but that's what dodging was for.

She charged forwards, leaping into the air. She knew that the storm was the bigger problem, but without a mage, it became far worse. So, naturally, destroy the opposition. She saw the man with the gun aim towards her, but as she hit the deck, she rolled out of the way, causing his shot to miss entirely. She stood up rapidly and slid over to him, nicking his knee with her sword, severing nerves and tendons, rendering him useless. Before any of the other mutineers could react, she flew back to the mage's standing point.

"I've got your backs. Just keep doing what you're doing!"


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Necromonger

Senior Member

01-17-2012

Zero was not afraid on a single human warrior-mage, as she had trained to beat more competent practitioners of both disciplines. The bolt of necromantic energy was swatted aside by her right hand, a metallic prosthetic that channeled her innate magical resistance.

They engaged in melee, Zero's attempt to take him down with the coat seeming completely ignored. Her improvised weapon was cut easily enough with the blade- now she was unarmed, a lure to draw the leader closer into a lapse in guard she wanted.

Zero's instinct taught her to neutralize the weapon then destroy the man. She gets into sword range, bobbing and weaving with each sword strike, then, when she finds her opening- deflects the blow with her shuko - ninja guantlet - grasping the man's wrist with one hand and violently striking the weapon with a hand-chop for the disarm. The assault flowed naturally into an elbow to the face and an armored thumb to the armpit to maximize pain, then a vicious knee sweep to bring him down. Each blow carried with it a null strike- burning away at the man's mana reserve, causing further harm.


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Ovalusc1

Senior Member

01-17-2012

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Overlord Forte:
Unperturbed by her assailant's sudden interception, she looked at Vintath at his question.

"Oh yes, although nothing you main land folk know probably. A moment." Forte trailed off at her last word, walking quickly over to the unconscious mutineer. Unceremoniously, she dragged the man across the deck towards Melzemar and Vintath, slipping under their protective bubble.

The summoner looked at Vintath's wound before looking at the mutineer, nodding to herself. With a certain casualness, she fixed her hand across his chest. Forte moved her other hand over Vintath's wound, hovering a few inches above it. She looked at him.

"Try not to throw up." Forte remarked, waiting for his signal before starting.


"I'll do my best," Vintath said, "Go ahead."
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Necromonger:
Zero was not afraid on a single human warrior-mage, as she had trained to beat more competent practitioners of both disciplines. The bolt of necromantic energy was swatted aside by her right hand, a metallic prosthetic that channeled her innate magical resistance.

They engaged in melee, Zero's attempt to take him down with the coat seeming completely ignored. Her improvised weapon was cut easily enough with the blade- now she was unarmed, a lure to draw the leader closer into a lapse in guard she wanted.

Zero's instinct taught her to neutralize the weapon then destroy the man. She gets into sword range, bobbing and weaving with each sword strike, then, when she finds her opening- deflects the blow with her shuko - ninja guantlet - grasping the man's wrist with one hand and violently striking the weapon with a hand-chop for the disarm. The assault flowed naturally into an elbow to the face and an armored thumb to the armpit to maximize pain, then a vicious knee sweep to bring him down. Each blow carried with it a null strike- burning away at the man's mana reserve, causing further harm.


The mutiny leader fell to the ground, gasping in pain. He tried to fight but couldn't.
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Boogeybeast:
Nite ignored the vision of the skull, but remembered the location of the storm's channel. "A lich?..." Nite mumbled. He noticed the storm increasing, it's power pushing against the shield, but Nite kept in maintained. Nite took the glove off of the Hand, it would give him more power should he need it.


As the mutiny leader fell the winds suddenly died, then began anew with increased ferocity. A swirl of black clouds descended from the storm into the mutiny leader, how gasped. Then, he lay still. The storm still beat on relentlessly however, and energy from it began to coalesce into a single point, charging it's power.


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Jaykoboy

Senior Member

01-17-2012

((Aaand this is why I play as uber-mages. Because otherwise, I get ignored.))