Author Topic: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)  (Read 2489 times)

Offline Meizarae

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #15 on: April 17, 2018, 02:04:39 AM »
She could hear the march now as they squeezed into the tight corridor of thick jungle vine and tree. The ground was uneven, forcing carts to follow a specific path that was only starting to become well worn with Elysion's more recent reclamation of the land. But as they got deeper they would see something more paved but still broken by invasive roots start to take shape until a definitive path lead their way to the temple palace where Meizarae sat comfortably within.

The building was ruined, but not by her. It had crumbled to the first time they had ousted her from her home and the weather and growth across the ages. Trees and vines were supporting stone walls. Clumps of grass or moss growing in-between smooth pavers. The eerie quiet gave it a peaceful look to it and had this been summer mist would have added a layer of mystery to this piece of cobbled history.

She could hear the voices sing in the distance growing louder as they came closer. Normal wars involved the drumming of a beat to keep people in time with their march. Battaglia sang and as these were the same songs from hundreds of years ago, she knew exactly what they were for. The little wanna be heroes were trying to muster their courage. They were trying to harden their resolve so her aura would affect them less-- or so they thought. It was charming, really, that they would try to use history to support their future. The virtuoso ran her tongue over her lips to wet them, unaware of the demon book that was wistfully doing the same-- a texture he'd not feel again.

Whether anyone sided with her, worshiped her, or was against her.... they would all be in the same boat. They would all fall eventually, to join their misery with hers.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #16 on: April 18, 2018, 06:00:16 AM »
With the charge announced they marched forward into the green. She did not immediately urge her mount forward, perhaps aware of her brother's nervous tension or feeling it herself as the monumental weight of what she had just done rooted her to the spot: she just sent most of them, if not all, to their deaths. Certain ends that would make The Skald smile, but she had no control past here. Her promise to 'fix this' was counter to her actual ability-- something Aleksandr knew already though. Still, she was not too ready to give up the statement, her palm hot and ready to respond to her inner fire. She will burn the jungle down before anything else.

As childish and immature she could be, even as far to be called a lemming by the skaldborne she had been seen around more often than not-- at each other's throats no less-- she had been wise enough to keep her plan almost entirely to herself, capable of counting on her fingers who knew and their place in the scheme. Alcide's time was now. Her plan hinged on those two surviving out of anyone else. The loophole could apply to any skaldborne, but she was attempting to shoe-horn destiny to focus on him in particular... so this was a risky en devour, even more as the pair of the remaining line of royalty was about to chance their own lives along with the masses in the solid wave moving around them now. She looked to her brother, a hardened man since she last saw him even as he was now cleaned up and perhaps most like their father at this moment.

As long as they lived, it would be okay. As long as they could continue the bloodline, their duty done. As long as Meizarae went down, the Famiglia's promise kept.

Then, before they could get too sappy and exchange words she slammed her heels into the bird's side and rode it forward. They were minutes away from the clash now and she was intending to catch up to her chosen mostly-secret comprimario and his fantastic beast with the five eyes; unless someone got in her way, of course. Not that anyone had much to converse with her about mid march to fight a god of all things. Along the way she tried to encourage more singing by adding her voice to the chorus, singing the same song as Gawain-- A Spark Inside Us. Her voice was alto in nature, and imbued magically only when she sang songs listed within Battaglia's songbook.

"A power that starts within the heart
A power that rises through the throat
"

As more would join in the power would amplify and better protect the people, they believed. The warm light glowing from within their hearts to better shield them from the weight of the world Meizarae would undoubtedly force heavy on their shoulders.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #17 on: April 18, 2018, 03:05:50 PM »
And the order was given. He heard the sound of moving people, the sound of the potential rout of civilisation - if they fell here, the best, brightest and bravest would all be gone, and there would be nothing and no one left to stop what followed. The weight on his chest felt like it would drag him down in to the ground where no one would ever find him. Would the sword work? Or at least work in a way that was beneficial and not harmful. Would the strange state that sometimes took over him work, either? He didn't seem to have direct control of it, and some of the plans of the Prima relied on it working and him getting close enough to use the sword. If that didn't work, then countless people were marching to their own grisly suicides... When imagined in the context of a standing army, he shuddered visibly at how much blood would be spilled, how gruesome a tableux they would leave behind.

Keiro however, was in his element, and ready to go. The jungles and all its hidden spaces, the high foliage and vines - this was a place where Keiro's kind sat at the top of the food chain, and his absence from the place was no greater felt than when he was inches away from reintegrating. The rock lion paced back and forth, loping in circles as he waited to go, Aleksandr sat on his back, repeating what Azalie had told him about utilising such a creature as a mount, and hoping that he didn't die from being 'unhorsed' and breaking his neck or something else equally lacking in heroism.
He stared at the sword now, feeling an intense burden of doubt gnawing at him - this was madness,  they couldn't succeed with a fraction of the knowledge and options of those that had come before them. There was nowhere else to go though - if he left and everyone died, sooner or later he would join them. Die now or die later, the thought was strangely calming, and with that wave of calm he decided he would sooner die now, if he had to, than live with however long he had after that, riddled with survivor's guilt.

He placed a hand over his chest, feeling the faint sense of warmth that a few times now, had felt hot enough to burn a hole in his chest, and once again wondered if such a thing could be relied upon. His musing on the matter was interrupted by the highly visible figure of her ladyship appearing in the crowd of people. The warmth in his chest flared a little as he mentally remarked that he had both told her to stay out of the engagement area, and that she was still visible enough as to be seen from space by any minion Meizarae might be waiting to surprise them with. He pulled on the reins and Keiro tightly wheeled around as he turned to face her and discover whatever this was about.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #18 on: April 18, 2018, 04:18:42 PM »
He began to March. He wasn't singing at all. His thougths were on one thing only, the battle ahead. Giving some quick look at the swords on his left side, he wondered what fighting style would be the best. He was very adaptive to what he had and could always come up with something. Althought, with all these troups he wondered how the battle will go if would even be able to fight. He wouldn't charge in if many was in the way. The fact they knew barely nothing on the enemy bothered him but he wasn't growing anxious.  He followed as they march but he kept in his head, if there were too many in the way, he won't fight. He'd stay to apply first aid but otherwise, he might just end up with someone in the way and injure and maybe even kill someone from his side.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #19 on: April 19, 2018, 08:07:58 PM »
Gawain knew many people within their guild and quite a few outside of it due to the nature of the job and his generally sunshiny personality. When he spotted Munekatsu and Ben, and the indentured servant of the guild that had been placed in Ben's care. The latter of the three was very upset and unsure about this. It said something when even murderers feared for the lives of others. He nudged the white haired armor-less man to participate in the song, still singing the bars as their very own princess road past in a hurry to catch up to...

...well someone he heard a few rumors about. It was not his place to be concerned about any comprimario the royals took on, it was his place to trust them that they chose those people for a reason. Still, it was good to see both survivors of Meizarae's attack on the Manor that killed both the king and queen and many of their members, not to mention guild heirs. Some of these guilds were permanently devastated, like Cyril's blonde buddy Hakkiem who by all classifications had fallen from title because he was no longer even part of a guild. 

His eyes ahead, he could see the entrance to Elysion. They were minutes from the end.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #20 on: April 19, 2018, 10:41:19 PM »
Hakkiem followed on foot and as the march happened he saw his friend sitting quietly besides Marietta. The two hadn't interacted a whole lot since... everything, and the former-fisherman wondered if things weren't just slightly strained. When she took off, clearly after a specific guy he sidled up beside the prince's horse and made sure to touch it on his way up as to reduce the chances of it startling and kicking him.

"This is it... finally going to get revenge and restore order. You look ready. Who's that?"

He gestured ahead to Aleksandr and the bizarre looking creature he sat on, the foot-marchers peeling around her highness and Handelsgilde's courier. Marietta was a little sister to him too, so he was suspicious and had concerns. She was a growing girl, just blossomed and fit for society as a young adult but never in their time at the Manor had she ever shown any interest beyond that of duty when it came to romantic interactions. Not saying that this looked like one, but he was not someone he recognized in the slightest.

He also knew, what Cyril and Marietta's obligations were in life. One of them had to live through this. "We have an advantage of knowing her capabilities... but I beg you, Primo, don't push if you start feeling that horrible weight. Retreat, refresh, try again."

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #21 on: April 19, 2018, 11:53:20 PM »
Ben was far from a creature of great patience when irritated and in ‘work mode’. Sure, with some surprise, he found that the overstimulation that came with so many voices, people and scents didn't bother him as much when he was steeling himself for battle, but just as he thought he might be making peace with what he knew was an undeniably bad idea…

“Rimu,” He stopped singing the second the harpy tried to fly to do Skald-knows-what. The rest of his words came growly and low, loud enough that Rimu would hear when Ben leaned over slightly to speak to him, but hopefully no more than a few around them would hear with the singing around them. “If you don't settle down and shut up, I’m going to make you wish I died here.”

Of course, this threat would be fairly tame compared to the rest of his swears to Rimu, and so far he hadn't so much as cuffed the harpy after their initial battles. He wouldn't even be surprised if Rimu was numb to them altogether at this point.

The singing march continued, but he didn't rejoin quite yet, redirecting his hard gaze forward again for a few short seconds, then tsking and caving, raising a short-clawed hand to his jaw. If Rimu died and Ben didn't, he would lose one of his only tools at the moment, and would have nothing to bring for the revived Zhak. Even worse, having his last true words to a servant being harsh wouldn't fare well with the lesser god he was jokingly praying to..

“Stay then. I won't make you fight, this isn't your battle. Hold back, help out, then do your damnedest to try and get to Zhak if I can't.”

With that, he took a deep breath and continued to sing  with the guild he still felt no real love for, the first drops of nervous sweat seeping out from within his clenched fists.

May my god of folly and accidental heroes choose wisely today. He prayed.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #22 on: April 20, 2018, 03:42:54 AM »
Dressed in nothing more but his usual pair of torn and tight shorts, Rimu was clearly not one for battles. He had no physical weapons that he could wield around like Ben's khopesh. Sure he had his sharp row of carnivorous teeth, his claws at the centre joints of his long feathered wings and his talons, but he was unprotected and vulnerable to any physical attack against him.
Yet despite all this, he was not scared. He did not fear for his life, if anything, he believed that he deserved to die after what he had done to Zhaki. Even if he could remember nothing prior to the murder. He felt guilty and he did not even more blood on his claws.

But if worst came to the worst, he had one good weapon. A very effective and dangerous one. He had used on Ben before once even if it was only a mild demonstration. Though the giant wolf an could barely hear right for a week.

Another threat from Ben and Rimu shied back and shut his mouth with a pouted look. He truly was not scared at this point. Not for himself anyway. He just fully believed that this was the worst idea in the long, sad history of bad ideas.

He sagged his feathered shoulders and huffed, a bit shaken by the threat and what Ben said. "No! Dammit, Ben... I promised myself I will get you back to Zhaki. That means not all bloodied, cross-eyed and tongue hanging out of your mouth dead. You are only allowed bruises and small cuts at most so don't you dare die because you are heavy and I can't carry a dead weight." He grumbled lowly then started to bounce again in frustration as the men marched and sang around him. Too closed up, there was not enough space.

He hooked the three claws of both his wings onto Ben's shoulders and hoisted himself up onto the canine's shoulders. He was very light but he fully expected a few swats to come his way, if not a snap.  He continued to climb and balance awkwardly, not a care in the world what uncomfortable positions he forced Ben into, especially whine he stepped his huge talon on the man's head and probably, likely forced it sideways.

He squawked and spread his wings, fully standing on top of Ben now, one foot on his head and the other on his shoulder. The tan, brown honey and gold coloured harpy beat his wings dawn several times and finally built up enough force to lift himself into the hair. Probably also knocked a few men sideways with the wind but Rimu was sure they wouldn't mind too much.

Yes, Ben said he could sit back and help the wounded but what good would that do? He had no medical training. He wouldn't even have a clue on what would be the difference between an edible berry and a killer plant filled with poison, let alone tying bandages. He couldn't even tie a not without accidentally tearing through the rope. He was definitely not a healer. He had no idea what he was, ever since he lost his memories. He didn't even know if he was a fighter but the thought of him killing even just another animal for his own survival had started to become more difficult to manage, even if it was just for eating.

He hovered in the air for a few seconds longer as a bright flash of an idea sprung to mind and he grinned widely at his smart plan. "Goodie! Ben! If I say frogs, cover your ears!"
With that last resort warning, he swooped off to get a better view of to what they were headed in for. He swooped past a vibrant female, and a scary man with a very scary cat mount thing. He flew past them then lifted higher into the air, acting almost like a self-nominated scout. It was as if he turned into a whole new person.

The minimally clothed harpy pulled even higher, through the dense treetops to pinpoint their destination and lowered once again this time permanently kept his distance over the singing army and scanned his golden, eagle eyes for any traps or ambushes. He was not going to let anything happen to Ben. Not so soon after he Rimu had finally found Zhaki and had the chance to fix his mistake and reunite them.
« Last Edit: April 25, 2018, 12:17:57 AM by Rimu »

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #23 on: April 24, 2018, 11:53:12 PM »
It was strange, there was a thick air around that felt almost suffocating. So many people worried about if they would die, and perhaps he secretly hoped some of them would, but he knew better. Those fussing the most would be fine, it was the way it always was. No one acknowledged him save for a few of others like him, solo dotos that were just looking for a word of friendship or two before death.

He leaned away, black hair pushed out of his face as he began to follow with. His steps were only slightly faster than those on foot, moving his way through them easily, as if this land was already well known to him.
« Last Edit: May 05, 2018, 07:10:24 PM by Tayln »

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #24 on: April 25, 2018, 09:12:35 AM »
Christopher had heard of a great battle of some kind to come.  He had heard precious little of it and as he arrive, it seemed the men were already on the march.  A number of them looked to be soldiers, but a number more seemed far from it.  His arms and armor fitted to him, the heavy platemail something many found unwieldy. He looked and saw soldiers and fighters both, then he saw those that did not belong here, what...who were they  If they were going to fight why were those marching along, they did not seem to be mercenaries.  Perhaps they had a hidden skill.  He head something being chanted as he approached, the chant growing over the persons there.  As he got closer he could hear it. 

He heard the words coming from them and it started from the hear, from a dead heart.  The light, the church, this was not a power he felt comfortable around.  he settled himself on the right flank of the army.  His shield there held to protect him from that feeling settling in close to the edge.  Perhaps this was what they needed some kind of magic that the more there were the stronger it would be.  it did not matter if you could fight so long as you added your voice to the chant, the song.

He looked to those he came up to giving a nod to them.  The shield he had made was not his  he had lost his blade and shield both when he had come and as such neither held his regalia.  The armor had come with him though and upon the design of the breastplate was a coat of arms presenting a Lion mid strike in one quadrant of the red and black shield painted there, in the opposite held a horse's head.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #25 on: April 26, 2018, 03:42:37 PM »
The march was on and on the wind was carried the voices of many singing. Even with his enhance hearing he could make out only a few words to the song for it was cut off by other prays to The Skald. Then there was a side crude bet going on how many would die and how many would live. Eyeing that group he couldn't help but faintly smirk at that for it was keeping many moving forward. If any did try to fall back a shout of, 'Remember those who died and didn't even know!' would remind them indeed of the troubles that first hinted at the Virtuoso release would make them reign in their fears and steel their wills. For no one knew, perhaps just Skald, if the very thing that killed so many upon it's release would end up leaving it's dwelling place after it was finished with the them. Unless they finished it off first.

"Raphael!" yelling over to one of the few merchant guild members who had stuck by his side since Donk's vanishing point, he would wave him off, "I need you to ride back to head quarters and make sure everything is in order so that the second in charge of the guild takes over in my passing." Seeing the man was about to no doubt argue that he should be here with the other's Travis would raise his hand up to silence him, "Even before that jerk-in-a-box shadow puppet made me think of dying, I still have a feeling that I will not come out of this. I need to make sure that 'thing' and it's Creator do not get hold of the guild. Do you understand me?"

Be it tone of voice, how he made himself seem taller, and the look in his eyes the man did bow to him in surrender. It had taken Travis many day's before this march to find the well worn scroll of rules on how to proceed about a leader if the first leader did fall. With a last minute salute Raphael would take a mount that was offered and ride out of the march. At least this would ensure that the guild didn't go to another outsider, and especially one that was looking to gain power to Skald know's what. For even if Illusion did have part of his soul in a soul bound, this would leave no loop holes for another to lay claim to what should have rightfully passed on to the second before Donk claimed Travis as his heir.

"Fate bless her very existence to seeing me at least dying in a fight I want to be in," he would mutter under his breath and look straight head, "For this might be the very last time I might remember her bringing me here to The Skald..."

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #26 on: May 07, 2018, 01:57:32 PM »
The foliage would be dense even for the harpy, but if they were looking ahead for the Virtuoso they would find that she was alone, at least in the sense that there were no planned ambushes, no awaiting army to oppose them. She was located inside the functional ruins, having reclaimed the great room. In its initial construction a millennium ago it had been just a gathering room for a guild that had favored the flowers and vines. Who concocted poisons and antidotes in many of the side rooms Elysion used for examinations and treatments. Today it was her throne room. In her time the royal family didn't exist... and she planned on that returning to the much the same. King and Queen deceased, just the two brats that appeared to show they were above this.

Stupid ones, as they were just as effected by her aura as anyone else in the army marching forward. They had both survived her once before, and their luck will run out.

Perhaps right when they walk through that door and suitably trampled by their own army as they turn heel and run in a selfish hope to save their own skins?

It would be a reach to say she enjoyed the thought, truthfully...

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #27 on: May 08, 2018, 01:42:23 AM »
The march was well underway and as the crowd continued to sift forward into the undeniable doom she had submitted them to. Pulling up beside Aleksandr she fought for focus in her words, her song slowing into a mumble. Suddenly she was at a loss for what she originally intended to say, lifting one of her hands from the reins and removing the woven gold band on her left ring finger and thrust it toward him enclosed in her fist. Her eyes met his, stern and focused.

The last time he tried it, it only confirmed his connection to the sword. The last time she tried it, it released Meizarae. The ring was nothing but trouble, but something told her to abandon it with him. Let it be lost if they all fell here, or maybe it will give either of them one last hint of what to do, she wasn't sure, she could never be sure. "Thank you."

For a longer moment than necessary she had stared into his eyes, focused on the broken pupil. Then, with an exhale and a closing of her eyes she gave him an assuring nod. "I will remain here. Safe. Out of the way. Mark me, however, I will come if needed."

She made distinct motions intending to peel away and turn back out of the initial veil of the jungle, nearer to the camp they had all left from to her starting point where she had initiated the march. To Cyril, her brother, who seemed more ready than herself. Her brother, actually trained, unlike herself who had just enough swashbuckling with Aleksandr to perhaps not poke her eye out. There had been no one to hone her fire, and while she managed to not slit her wrist open or kill someone during Coldhaven's games... it hardly made her proficient enough to rescue anyone with such a lucky shot as she had. There was nothing she could do if she was 'needed'. She paused to cautiously eye the shadow that swept overhead, realizing it was the indentured servant of her guild, here as she expected him to be. At least one thing is following to plan.

Meanwhile... the Grand Conductor and the rest of the crowd were pushing forward. Orders were sounded-- the archers would make their move as soon as they saw her, before the rest of them could pile into the great room with the woman in black. Where her aura was fierce as they had heard. This was why ranged was first, and using the little knowledge about the Virtuoso, they toed the line to remain safe, doing their best to make an opening for the more melee members of the team.
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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #28 on: May 08, 2018, 01:52:29 AM »
Interrupting order here with The Skald to demonstrate the dice roller!
The syntax is very much like discord, just put the command within the roll brackets (click the dice on the options bar to load it up for ya).

Use "Preview" to make sure its doing what you were expecting. Keep in mind the rolls you see will change on post as it will reroll. For this reason we sadly have to make rolls as separate posts if you need the outcome to make your post. THAT IS OKAY!


Rolls for the NPC public. Ten arrows (we'll say) was fired at Meizarae.

Rolled 10d20 : 1, 8, 16, 7, 15, 2, 17, 8, 8, 2, total 84


And for sillies, one fired against Rimu 'cause no one expected that swooping :P I'm sure there's some idiot in the half-trained mash up of an army we got here!

Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #29 on: May 09, 2018, 01:00:54 PM »
Christopher had been at the edge of the pack, spaced out as they marched  He wanted the distance from the song.  Now that the song carried out and more prayers came up.  He reached up to his visor and made sure it  was locked down.  He rode up toward the front and tied off his horse near the line the archers would be firing from.  It was not a beast of burden that knew him well enough yet.  Riding a spooked horse into battle would not do.  He knew if the placid worried hope turned to terror he'd not be able to calm the beast below him.  The rest of the journey he needed to take on foot.  Dismounting on his own he walked up to the front of the lines.  When the time came to face this foe he would not back down and did not wish to be in the midst of those who may.  Where he had come from he held the title Warmaster.  He could feel the hope, but also the fear  He knew the pain that happened when persons broke.  A commander could do a great deal to change the way these feeling ran.  The blend on the edge could be turned to the feats of the greatest courage when hope overcame fear and won out  No casualties could push those back.  It could also run the other way even a light casualties or a small.

Reaching the front of the lines he turned back, looking to see Where the Grand Conductor was.  He Pulled his sword to his chestplate in beat with the chant.
 Then raised it in a to the Grand Conductor and then turned forward.  Normally such action would have passed unnoticed by but a few.  Christopher wished more to see.  His vampiric ability to lure in one's mind and entrance them with a gaze was strong, though he knew of other uses. Any that looked toward his eyes as he made the motion would feel not the full force of his mind trying to lure a single one to him but the same feeling diluted over the whole crowd.  Any that wished not to look would likelly not even notice the pull.  The same for the conscious minds of those that did not resist it only they would find his action noticed, some seeing it others just noticing it at the corners of their eyes.  Any that could not see him as he did would feel nothing at all.  Then he marched with the soldiers, acted as any good soldier would.  Together they had the greatest chance of success.