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Post by Rowan on Feb 10, 2021 22:13:53 GMT -8
There was something inherently wrong with spiders that size and Rowan wanted no part in it. As they started dropping from the overpass, he did his best to get. The heck. Out of the way.
Keeping with the momentum of his dodge, and carried by nothing that the raw instinct of NOPE, the Darkling tried to punt the ugly things.
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Finn
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Played by Swift
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Post by Finn on Feb 10, 2021 22:51:47 GMT -8
As soon as trouble starts Finn is ready. He flicks the lighter in his left hand, cupping the flame and seemingly burying it in his hair. Smoke erupts from the back of his skull as he reaches into the flame with his right hand and draws forth a massive sword made entirely of flame. He sets his features into a determined furrow and begins to rush the problem.
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Post by Kai Rose on Feb 10, 2021 23:33:57 GMT -8
Kai was often about flashy aerials and colorful handsprings. Not now, not when the world was falling down around them. Efficiency of movement was everything, and as she deftly sidestepped the falling debris, a most accurate flaming arrow was sent to the heart of the swarm.
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Linden
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Presence (3) Steady
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Post by Linden on Feb 12, 2021 14:56:42 GMT -8
As things began to fall, the Ogre's instinct to rely on their hands won over their intention to use the spear. As debris and hairy bodies fell, they lashed out to try and strike a spider before it could hit the ground and scuttle.
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Firebringer
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Elemental Ifrit, Presence 3 (Intimidating)
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Post by Firebringer on Feb 13, 2021 11:57:35 GMT -8
Firebringer is caught by surprise as the spiders descend upon them. Crap, crap, crap. She's not fast enough. Crap.
Instinctively, glamour ripples through her veins. I need to be faster. I can't get hit. I have shit to do when I get home.
As that enraged glamour runs through her, she rages, throwing fiery punches hard into the swarm.
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Finn
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Played by Swift
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Post by Finn on Feb 13, 2021 13:19:04 GMT -8
Finn rushes forward relying on instinct and training to avoid the worst of the falling spidery mass. He lashes out broadly with the sword, doing his best to carve a path to those caught in the middle of the spiderfall.
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Post by Krakenbox on Feb 14, 2021 1:15:11 GMT -8
As Finn summons his terrifying sword that would dwarf the average Lost, Rowan's instinctual memories of blistering rock under the mad hail of lighting and ice flicker him through the falling debris with a grace that melds with the retreating light. Liquid black claws split from his hands as they harden to ice, splitting a spider the size of his head in a shower of smoky nightmares. This is what he was good at — this was familiar. Flaming arrows are released in a volley before the structure is burned hollow, Kai's flashing form not wasting a moment as Summer starts to reign hell down on the maw of the Hedge's hunger. The swarm catches fire as if made of tinder, punching holes in the wriggling tide as the mass scurries and flees the ancient symbol of mankind's triumph over the dark. There's flashes of metal as Linden's razor fists split harvestmen into ash and smoke before they even have a chance to land or run. The smell of blood and hum of iron rings through the air, heralding the Season's vengeance. In the hail of activity, Firebringer looks up from lighting Kai's arrows just as the concrete whips across shoulder to slide the razor edge off the chainmail. The impact still hurt, but only enough to bruise. The rest of the debris roll around and away from their straight trajectory, caught by the winds of fate that protected the Torrent. The spiders dance around her, reluctant to target blood that might catch them alight before the hivemind instinct self-corrects... just as her gauntlets thunder into the fray. Fire splits through the Hedge, sending waves of heat that crack and spit in a pulse of energy that cow the frenzied swarm, hanging frozen in a moment of silence, allowing the low thrum of grinding fangs and whispering hunger to echo through the maze. Before anyone has a chance to react, Finn blasts onto the scene with a mad charge of his sweeping greatsword. A curtain of fire peels back the twitching hoard like black prairie grass, the smoke enveloping the Ogre in a hellish wave of destruction, before sticking it into the heart of the largest beast — about the size of a draft horse. Ash settles in raining petals of flickering red, silence returning to the maze.
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Finn
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Played by Swift
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Post by Finn on Feb 14, 2021 2:15:07 GMT -8
Finn is still in the moments following the brief battle, motionless save for the heaving of his shoulders and chest as he breathes hard. It had only been a moment or two, and the physical exertion wasn't really enough to wind him. But the rush of battle, the spike of adrenaline, and the flood of memories all exacted their price. After a few seconds he lowers his sword from mid-forward guard to a more at-rest pose. He glances around, surveying the company. Everyone looked fine. Good. This was a good fight.
Wait. Were they down a couple in number? Or did those two disappear before the fight? It was hard to remember. "Is Rowan here? Ok? And...um, the other one?" He'd never been good with names or those known by reputation only.
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Post by Rowan on Feb 14, 2021 13:44:49 GMT -8
"Over here," came a voice muffled by cold, darkness and Glamour. The Darkling was standing in a pile of Hobgoblin ash, moisture condensed into claws at the tip of his fingers. He had a relaxed look on his face, much more so than in the beginning of the venture.
He looked down on his wrist. The beads. That had been weird - it had been explained to him, but he wasn't really listening. Something about loopholes?
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Linden
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Presence (3) Steady
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Post by Linden on Feb 15, 2021 15:38:40 GMT -8
"That," Linden said, flicking debris off their fingers as they pointed to Finn's sword, "Is extremely cool. Everybody ok?" They looked around, partially to make sure they weren't about to be jumped again and partially to check in on the others. The Ogre's posture was relaxed, pleased even, until they looked down at the hand holding the spear they had forgotten to even try to use. A single dry, exasperated laugh left them.
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Post by Kai Rose on Feb 15, 2021 22:22:17 GMT -8
Kai held a thumb up, flashing a smile as she put the last arrow into the corpse of the huge spider just to put it out. "Nice work, y'all. Everyone good? Let's keep it rolling."
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Firebringer
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Elemental Ifrit, Presence 3 (Intimidating)
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Post by Firebringer on Feb 16, 2021 22:16:04 GMT -8
"Oof. That was a little close. I'm fine." The Elemental says as she shakes off the icky feeling from the swarm of spiders. She didn't feel great, but she knew it would wear off soon. At least the fire did its job. This is a good group. Hopefully it will be enough to keep them all together and safe. "I'm good to keep going if y'all are?"
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Post by Krakenbox on Feb 16, 2021 23:08:32 GMT -8
The first camp went off without incident: the group choosing to camp in the cindered area where the Harvestmen would have cleared out any potential predators for the next couple of miles. Rowan took advantage of his Light-Shy to pick off the last lone hunters with the help of the others.
The sky remained a dull grey, as if there were light pollution from a city that didn't exist.The second day was a trudge through a sinking city, the concrete maze beginning to pool with water and create strange marsh environments and technicolored mold that still managed to pop in the dull quality of the Hedge. The Mantles splashed, bringing the environment to life as the motley Fellowship trudged on. The light became fractured from angles and sources that didn't make sense. As expected, the nest of giant spiders kept most of the area clear, the occasional harmless denizen spying from a distance before avoiding the concentration of Glamour. As the world turned to dark in an accelerated manner; shadows creeping overhead as if clouds were moving fast-forward in time, The She-Wolf called for another camp. It seemed a little sudden, but their Oracle was quite pale and quiet.As soon as things were set, he squirreled himself into a corner so nothing could sneak up on him, the occasional expletive escaping teeth chatter. His Knight gave him space, likely having already talked to make the call on his own premonition.
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Finn
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Played by Swift
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Post by Finn on Feb 17, 2021 9:54:54 GMT -8
Finn gave Linden a nod and a fierce grin before stowing the weapon. That night at camp he sets to work helping out where ever needed with a quiet confidence and familiarity. He walks along in good spirits through out the next day, keeping a wary eye on the thorns. When the sudden stop is called he grows more alert. He settles his pack down and offers to help set up camp a quickly as possible while staying alert of possible trouble.
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Post by Rowan on Feb 18, 2021 16:10:46 GMT -8
There wasn't anything he could do for Ben. If even the Knight of Lores left him alone, then certainly Rowan had nothing to offer. Omens had never been his strong suit.
He also gave Finn some room to breathe. He didn't let it show, but the image of the great sword an curtain of fire were stuck in his head. Being a creature of the cold and dark, Finn joined Kai in the Darkling's now growing roster of people to leave alone unless absolutely necessary.
He was tugging at his beads. Rowan felt like he had only scratched the surface of what they meant. It was complex work, a melting pot of different cultures and practices, much like the freehold itself. He thought about asking the She-Wolf about it, but didn't. This was neither the time nor the place for academic curiosity.
He could scout around. The Summersm, or at least Finn, seemed to be already on watch, so he left them to their job. Instead, he approached Buck Chasseur, like the Oracle had suggested.
"Mr. Chasseur? Hi, sorry to bother you. I was wondering if it would be alright if i carried you things after we break camp. Only until the next one. I didn't bring that much and I would like to help however I can." He hoped he didn't need to explain himself further, and he hoped he wouldn't hear the dreaded words. The Spring's Mantle was overwhelming, this close, and his own whispers rose a little in protest.
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