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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #30 on: May 09, 2018, 08:48:51 PM »
He regarded her ladyship with a cool expression that was born primarily of his preparations for... Whatever was going to happen today. She stuffed a dainty fist out in his direction, and the ring dropped in to his hand with barely a sound, while carrying enough metaphysical weight to make him feel like it would plunge him in to the depths of the earth. He looked at it for a time, and considered the implications of this unwanted gift, none of them seemed especially flattering - she was not one for gestures of any kind, least of all pleasant ones. He turned the ring over in his hand a few times before his attention was drawn back to her as she spoke, and what she spoke was something that he hadn't been prepared for, not sure what she was even thanking him for. Perhaps this was thanks for his impending death? Well he wouldn't tell her she was welcome for that one.

That, combined with her intent stare made the atmosphere that was already around them seem timid and weak in comparison, the manifestation of the curse in his eye now making what was left of the pupil and iris look like a jagged crescent moon. The spell of silence was broken as she told him she would stay off the front line, but she would come if he needed her - the gesture was almost touching, in a stupid, suicidal way. He let her have it, though, and nodded stiffly in response to her ill-advised offer to save the day. They were so far beyond the point of squabbling now, men and women were going to die, possibly in droves if they had the misfortune to hear the wrong thing; this was no time to bicker like children. "Take care, Prima."

It was hardly an epic ballad in the making, but she got twitchy when people saw them interacting at anything closer than arms' length, even though -until lately- there had been nothing to be twitchy about. It seemed the best he could do though, paired with kissing her knuckles as the dainty extremity was withdrawn after passing over the ring. That done, he wheeled Keiro around, the beast chattering in its strange mix of mammalian and insect-like noises, anxious to get moving as Aleksandr was, although for very different reasons.
He had thought long and hard about this, and for what little time he could get with the Grand Conductor, he had discussed his plan, elegant in its simplicity: Aleksandr was going to find a different access point, and when the shambling forces of the known world advanced and had the attention of the virtuoso, then he would act. The sword was a curse, a burden, but if it worked half as well against a virtuoso as it did against any other material he put before it, they could end this before there were too many casualties. Of course, if it went wrong, then he would go down in history as... He didn't know. A dead person, certainly, the first person to die in an assault that maybe ended civilisation...

He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, clearing his mind before he urged Keiro on, who immediately took the nearest dense foliage, corded, dense muscle all along the beast's body heaving as he found a tree and lifted himself and Aleksandr up in to it with almost worrying ease. From there, Keiro moved through the boughs of trees and the foliage as if made of water, running along branches that Aleksandr himself could not have slowly and carefully navigated for all their bend and give. He told himself many things as Keiro loped along - Azalie's instructions on how to ride; the old man's last interaction with him; Eirian's last interaction with him and many more.
He considered his plan, and looked for any access point that would get him in to close proximity of the virtuoso - a window, a door, even a crack in a wall would do, although he didn't know what if anything had been fortified since their foe had returned here. He would find a way in, though. If he had to cut a hole in the wall to do so -and the sword was certainly up to the task, stone sheared away like wheat where the blade struck - then he would, far too many lives were at risk.

Eventually he came to a point where he was confident he could get discreet access, and dismounted, Keiro's tail swaying heavily as the rock lion pawed the ground and chittered in its strange way, clearly able to feel the rotten air and dangerous atmosphere around them. He padded forwards, and without ceremony or warning, headbutted Aleksandr sufficiently to knock him over. He chomped his jaw, teeth capable of crushing a steel helm making a sound that made Aleksandr wince, before the beast slinked away to the nearest foliage where he would sit and watch - woe betide an aggressor that stumbled this way.
Aleksandr, for his part was left confused by the whole interaction, not entirely sure what it meant, as there was no language between the pair, just the impression that whatever that had been, it hadn't been delivered in ill intent.
He drew the sword, the blade seemingly mundane compared to its legend as the weapon bestowed by a god, a malicious light twinkling in the reflection of the blade as he started to negotiate his way in to the lair of their foe. His heart raced, wet and heavy in his ears, the sense of heat in his chest starting to return again as he tried to nurture it, create that situation where he was something else, something that in its blind rage, might just be unable to perceive - and so resistant to - the sound of the virtuoso. Wait for the marksmen, he advised himself - when they have loosed their arrows and the main configuration advances, then.... He gripped the sword tightly in both hands....

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #31 on: May 19, 2018, 11:46:16 AM »
Not only did Mune did not sang but he even pulled himself away from the ranks. He would go to remove his boots and walk foward Elysion seperated from the group. He would ready himself and draw his two Katana's out as he keep walking foward. As his blades were drawn, his brown eyes turns red. He ran foward waiting away from the group. He would only go in if he could get a one on one battle. He also refused to go in if anyone was coming inside too. His movements were wide and made to slice things up. The more there were around him as he found, the more chances he could injure someone.

He knew his life could be on the line he also knew very well he may not come back from it but he was prepared to die on the battlefield. With his elbow, he would go to poke his outfit. He hadn't dropped the first aid kit Willow gave him so if anything needed to be done quickly, he could be of help but he didn't really ahd the chance to practice on a living being so he hoped he wouldn't had to. He might be a demon but before everything else, he was a warrior walking the path of honor and was proud of it.
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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #32 on: May 26, 2018, 04:20:23 PM »
Ben had his hands full with the harpy that had been forced into helping them with this. He wasn't sure where Mune had gone to either. "It's okay, mate, we'll get through this..."

They were there, they could see her now in her hall. The first wave of arrows had taken flight toward her and the more stealth-oriented of the party had split from the march to get vantage points-- everyone heeding the edge of her aura and waiting for that opening. What shape that opening took would be another thing entirely. Could an aura just shut off? Gawain was not too sure about it. It was, however a more sound option than blindly rushing in. For all the fuss and holler about just doing something already he felt like everyone suddenly got a little case of cold feet as the reality set in. The virtuoso was real, she was standing right there... and they were likely to see waves of them fall as direct as those arrows.

Gawain held the line behind the archers, peering between them the shield strapped to his arm half up as he waited for some sort of retaliation by the virtuoso. Looking around he gestured to the black-haired man, someone he had never seen before (though in an army made up of people from all corners, this was not surprising).

"Here's a good spot... if we see her falter, we rush."

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #33 on: May 26, 2018, 04:28:50 PM »
Cyril didn't answer him, so he eyed the other member of the Prima Famiglia as she interacted with the man on the five-eyed beast. Their talk was short as she split from him to return to them, huffy as usual. Hakkiem had missed so much, he wasn't sure what was going on anymore... but he followed the royals-- more specifically the prince, on the march. He would do his best to not let Cyril fall, or at least to fall with him.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #34 on: May 28, 2018, 12:24:34 PM »
When Rimu shied back the wolf turned away to ignore him. It seemed no matter how long Ben dragged Rimu along, how loud the Choir was, how chaotic the situation could get, he still couldn't tune out his nagging company’s voice.

He took another breath in preparation to rejoin the song, fully expecting Rimu to take flight and leave him alone after that unflattering description of himself dead, but hadn't spared a thought as to how the harpy would do so in a crowded, moving march.

The claws and sudden weight surprised him and his first move was to jerk away, stopped short by the people ahead of him, of course, and thankfully recovering in time to avoid running into the folk behind him. He growled, fussed, mumbled all manner of petty threats and vengeful swears at the harpy until finally he flew away.

If he could go any more red-faced, he would have, not only frustrated for himself, but having such a ridiculous display when a good majority of these men around him were going to die so soon. A glance upward at the approaching ruins settled him down faster than ever. There was a good chance he’d fall here as well. Reminded by the unfortunate king, he almost didn't want his dear khopesh touching his side anymore.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #35 on: May 28, 2018, 10:44:36 PM »
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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #36 on: May 30, 2018, 07:31:45 PM »
Again, back to his own business Rimu swooped elegantly through the very thick jungle, one might have thought his wings merged right through the tees as he flew. He did not think anything of it at the time but despite his large wingspan, his agility was through the roof. He twisted and bent through the vines and branches and occasional hanging pythons and parrots. He was a racer in his previous life, well... before he lost his memories to Ben's attack.

Even the other day, he chased Zhaki right through the tight alleyways without the slightest problem. It did not even slow him down. The only reason he caught up though was that Zhaki stopped at a dead end. But if he had not chased after Zhaki, he would not have known if he was still alive and well... well what? KNowing Zhaki was alive did not help Rimu at all. Ben was still on his way to this Maian-Siri... whatever her name was. Some or other god lady, he knew that much. He had hoped that the knowledge of Zhaki's continued existence would make Ben turn in his tracks and walk right back to where he found Zhaki but NO! He had to dress up all silly and sing for who knows why.

 
A sudden swirl of wind and wood skinned right through his thick, honey-tipped, chocolate locks and he honked in surprise, much like the sound of a duck.
His surprised gaze shot down to where the sudden object came from only to see several archers taking aim.
Soon after his honk, he squawked and crashed through a canopy of thick, slimy leaves since he was not looking where he was going, too surprised that the group he had just left was firing at him. What did he do to make everyone so angry?


The leaves on his face brought him back to a panic attack since he was about to be shot at, or so he thought at least. Instantly he dived for the stone building in his path and swooped right inside, frantic to get away from the wave of arrows.

What he met was worse. He did not even see the lady and hid behind the first, tall pillar he could find to hide from the arrows. But the thick destruction and misery within the room hit him square in the face and he teared up instantly. The virtuoso Meizarae's aura was strong and made him instantly regret everything, even his loss of memory. Was he worth this life? His urge was to step right back into the firing line and welcome the arrows with open wings..arms? Was it wings or arms? He was never able to figure out that question that he always asked himself. However, that question was able to distract him long enough to regain himself and cling to the pillar for dear life. He remembered now that his job here was to keep Ben alive. No matter what. No matter if he died in the process. He promised himself he would bring Ben back to Zhaki. He swore on his very soul that he would do that. Screw everything else! Ben was all that mattered! And keeping him alive would mean the god lady had to stop that horrible thing she was making him try to do earlier. He looked over at her, tears still streaming down his face with his biggest regret of killing Zhaki, of being a murderer and of doing everything wrong. He did not like it. "Stop that!"

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #37 on: June 05, 2018, 01:01:07 AM »
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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #38 on: June 05, 2018, 01:11:01 AM »
As the arrows did fly through the air with high hopes of the archers, and those around them, that they would hit the target it was as if a collective breath was held in. Maybe a few would find their marks while others would miss short of the target and land around the Virtuoso.  Either way it was do or die now for those to turn back would be marked as a traitor and live with the memory that they left comrades to die.

The feel to even kill one's self was strong when the arrows did stop flying and when the advancement begun. Screams of regret, anger, and death were starting to fill the air. Making other's question themselves to move forward or launch another attack with ranged weapons. A few more archers found arrows not spent, others would find spears or even lances to launch at the Virtuoso.


Travis on the other hand would kick over a bucket of water and thrust his right hand forward while his left would wave off anyone who was questioning his methods of wasting such a precious resource that could be used to clean wounds and put out fires that where spreading due to the 'It's the end!' depression and fear campaign to kill themselves would start up. A pity that a yell of 'Stay back and capture those people!' would have many more running in panic as he would bend the water to his will and split it up so to transform it into ice spears. Lifting his left hand up he would take two out of the three ice spears and launch the first one towards the Virtuoso. This first attack would give him a chance to gauge rather to get more closer and to see how many more buckets of water he was going to need to kick over to keep launching his range attacks.

Another problem to watch and note, where the few that got trapped in that 'death aura' and were still panicking about. Living moving shields that could end up getting in his way.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #39 on: June 13, 2018, 11:25:33 AM »
Response to the npc archers and Travis'

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #40 on: June 13, 2018, 12:58:15 PM »
The first arrow came as no surprise, the Virtuoso waved it away with a simple smirk on her face. It was an action to display her power beyond the heavy aura that pressed in the minds of the few that had run in to its realm. Those that had not fallen were taken aback, the rumors suddenly a lot more real than they could have imagined. Her dismissal of one arrow did not account for the rest, however, with most of the total projectiles were deftly blunted toward her right and left. Many grazed at her, releasing streams of black smoke from the cuts as they passed by. She was not impenetrable-- the soldiers that caught this would feel a little flicker of hope. The song much louder as more pressed forward into the eye of the storm, spreading out into the great room as close as they could muster. They could strike her, if they can get through the aura.

Three of the arrows made a significant strike upon her, with one lodged in her right shoulder.

The song was trouble. They were bolstered by it... she needed it silent. She chuckled, her frail-looking shoulders and chest heaving. The harpy had gone unnoticed, his plea for her to put aside her aura completely ignored as he struggled. Her focus was on the ants that were coming in, the single doorway meant that they were funneled, if only briefly, which meant it was the singular best time for her to let out the high wailing scream. This attack would surely cut a healthy (for her) swath out of them.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #41 on: June 13, 2018, 01:03:09 PM »
NPC Rolls, to pad statistics / help. Twice as many people as last time to account for more arriving close enough to participate.

NPCs vs Aura
Rolled 20d100 : 11, 2, 2, 68, 68, 22, 81, 7, 74, 94, 31, 42, 72, 21, 33, 64, 25, 32, 20, 1, total 770


NPCs vs Scream
Rolled 20d10 : 6, 4, 8, 8, 1, 2, 8, 8, 7, 1, 9, 10, 8, 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, total 117


MOAR ARROWS (none toward Rimu this time :D)
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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #42 on: June 15, 2018, 12:39:46 PM »
She felt alone now, working her way back up through the crowd, her chin high as she browsed down her nose at her soldiers... past Cyril and Hakkiem as they took to the battle itself. Marietta hated the idea of leading from the back. Aware of the potential for rumors that will pass on as common knowledge that she fled or backed off, sending people to die against the Virtuoso. Maybe a fraction of those would fight with the same mentality that Aleksandr had; that one of the royals had to stay behind to survive. That it was bad enough she even showed up to the field. All of these conflicting thoughts and emotions muddled her mind, tuning out the march as she retreated to the forward camp, a place where she wouldn't even have a good view of what was going on beyond the trees and within the ruins of Ysteria / Elysion.

She would stay mounted in case she had to rush in, brow furrowed as she once again focused on the heat in the pit of her abdomen, coaxing it to seep into the rest of her, rise through her veins... circulate there in her palm where it came to life as a small ember no larger than that on the tip of a match. To her, it meant she could burn the jungle down to save the greater part of the nation if she had to. Still singing, it flickered and twisted, sparking a little brighter but no bigger, the warmth reminiscent of a touch shared before the march. She could see flames within the march, in the cores of every soldier and volunteer; some brighter and bigger than others. Many to be extinguished. In this moment she realized she needed help, needed advice.  And this perhaps was a moment too late?

Her eyes left the departing crowd, unaware that the first arrows would be in the air-- only hearing the resulting counter attack of a banshee wail. Her other hand gripped the rein of her mount. How many fell just then? Did her brother even get close before that happened?

 In a haste she sought out Shi Shen, if he was not already beside her.

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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #43 on: June 17, 2018, 01:59:27 PM »
Getting attack roll post out of the way, actual post to follow


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Re: Virtuoso Vanquish: Meizarae (2018)
« Reply #44 on: June 17, 2018, 02:08:10 PM »
He waited, and waited, each moment trembling like wire pulled taut, until the tension finally snapped it as the arrows rained down, the clatter of those missing their mark punctuated by the thicker sound of successful impact. He clasped the sword in both hands, fingers wringing his grip around it as he prepared to move, feeling the stress of anticipation start to build as he waited for the arrows to cease plummeting down around his target.
He had started to rise from his crouching position, ready to go, when the terrible shriek ripped through the air, his eyes watering, his soul feeling like it was rattling in its moorings, spared the worst of the effects by being behind her. He didn't look at the brave men and women assaulting that path to Meizarae, he did not want to see what she had done to them with that awful sound. People were dying already, he was sure, and the death count was going to soar as they were bottle-necked in that passage, so he urged himself to act now, and if nothing else, be a distraction so that they could close on her and finish her with the weight of countless blades.

He closed his eyes and reached down, inside himself, looking for that strange sensation, that awful burning that ate at his his mind, finding a cold, grim apprehension there. He felt the first twinges of panic starting to set in - the whole point of this gamble was that in his crazed state, they thought he would not be able to hear the cry of their foe, and that would allow him to close and fight her without risking dying before the first step. As he was now, he couldn't do anything, fighting against the sudden creeping dread, looking for something that would engage that ominous, furious state he had lapsed in to before now.
He thought of that injustice of his arrival here - yanked from some time and place by some trickster god, to be the whipping boy of an eccentric merchant and a self-righteous, sheltered princess. The pain of having his memories stripped away and left with nothing, not even the clothing on his back when he had first arrived. He thought of Jackie's flirtatious mockery, and Eirian's casting him out because of the sword... A cursed tool also courtesy of the trickster god.

He felt the sudden twinge in his chest, a sense of heat that curled and felt like it washed over his ribs, a sense of eagerness building up as he tried to kindle the feeling further. He thought of all the mishaps he had endured since he had gotten here; the betrayal of well-meaning but misguided Azalie, the gawkers and simpletons that simultaneously treated him as something special, but took away the human element of him, a dumb icon to their trickster god who was there purely for them to have some sort of martyr. And lastly, he thought of all those people who had come to die in this place, to fight an age-old evil while their people back home talked of fairy tales and failed to grasp the very real and dangerous nature of the situation. An army of whatever people could be found with the bravery to lay down their life, led by a princess who had the job because no one else would or could take it, walking to her death for a populace that barely even knew her....
The heat built in his chest and with it came a roaring in his head that almost took him off his feet, the fire in his chest almost unbearable as it started to weep out of his skin, catching along his hands and racing up his arms. He trembled visibly, veins on his hands and arms standing up as the fire rolled up his body, the brown of his eyes changing to a glowing ember orange. He exhaled a bass growl, and with it came a plume of steam, the last vestiges of Aleksandr the man washed away in a tide of white-hot rage.
He hurtled out from cover, devoid of reason now as his vision filled up with the fire, the oppressive heat of his rage made manifest rolling off him, stinging the very air around him with the frenetic flames.
He was a man trained in combat, trained in tactics and strategy. But right now he roared with the intensity of a crazed man as he bore down on Meizarae, the sword Marcato raised above him to bring down on her, the conflagration of rage reflected in the glinting steel.