Maerlyn looked with some surprise from the Banshee to the seeming death Jenkins laying near her foot. Did that really just happen...? She was shocked, but Zorlo and Rain's yells and the Slime-girl cowering behind her reminded her that there were better things to do then stand around in a Daze. And she came out of it with a vengeance. "Lightning Bolt!!" Lightning crackled across her talons as the Spell blasted across the room but could do little against the incorporeal Banshee. "Tsk... my magics aren't gonna do much against this..." she said more to herself then anything when she felt the Smile girl touch her. "Hmm?"
"I... I know Magic..." she said almost shyly, Causing Maerlyn to pause, unsure if she'd really heard that correctly. But then, she was talking to a Slime, so why not an Arcane Slime?
"Can you show us on the Banshee?" The Harpy asked gently.
The Slime tilted her head a moment but nodded as she closed the features she used to represent eyes. Her puddle-like base began to swirl and spin as she opened her 'mouth'. "Magic!" she cried out, her yell accompanied by five, bluish-white Magic Missiles that blasted from her mouth across the room with unerring accuracy to strike the Banshee full-on, its incorporeal nature unable to save it against that spell. The Slime smiled like an excited kid. "I did it! Was that good?"
She actually did it.... Maerlyn was amazed. "Amazing... That was great." Then the idea hit her almost as hard. "Hey can you keep doing that at the Banshee for us?" The Smile Girl nodded again, clearly happy to be of use. "Keep it busy if you can. We'll do what we can back here!"
War of the Dragon (RP)
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Zorlo's Perspective
As Zorlo's blow struck he found himself not attacking the Banshee, but rather Jenkins. The boy stumbled back a look of shock on his face as he fell to the floor. Zorlo heard a voice from the side as he turned instead of the elven queen being represented in the window it was Erastil. "Zorlo, I charged you with protecting the boy. Not murdering him in cold blood. You have failed me utterly. I hereby strip you of your powers." The glass shattered and Erastil was gone, but a second voice that of the elven queen spoke up coming from the throne, "Zorlo, poor sad Zorlo, Zorlo the traitor, Zorlo the murderer, Zorlo the fallen. Erastil may have abandoned you, but I won't. No, you will serve me." Zorlo found his skin slughing off followed by the fat and muscle until only his skeleton remained. He found himself walking and slaughtering people flanked by other skeletons.
Rain's Perspective
Rain found his attack strike home in the banshee's chest, but then she was no longer the banshee it was his sister Elena. "Brother? I thought you loved me? Don't worry though, I still love. We all still love you." He found himself surrounded by countless Elena's all clamoring about how they still loved him and forgave him for killing them. They smothered him slowly crushing the life out of him as they buried him with love.
Maerlyn's Perspective
Maerlyn turned at the cawing of her familiar. Her eyes locked upon it just as an anvil slammed down upon it, squashing it against the floor and then she herself was falling. She tried to flap her wings and recover, but she then realized she wasn't a harpy anymore she was in her human disguise. No matter how much she tried to flap or pull she could neither fly nor remove the necklace and so she kept falling.
What's actually happening
The banshee recoiled, crying loudly at Zorlo's blow. The goo girl saw a bright flash of yellow light from the hand of the queen's physical corpse after her missiles struck the banshee. Zorlo had suddenly started walking towards a door in the pane of glass, leaving a trail equal parts blood from his stigmata and tears. The banshee stuck her hand into Rain's chest as his blade fell from his grip. She grinned madly at the look of horror on his face. And Maerlyn fell to the floor clawing at her throat as she screamed. As the stark cold yellow light continued to shine GG could see the light's origin was from the corpse's hand. A loud thud and howl came from behind her, almost deafening despite the great door between her and the mass of skeletons and shadow mastiff pounding on the other side.
As Zorlo's blow struck he found himself not attacking the Banshee, but rather Jenkins. The boy stumbled back a look of shock on his face as he fell to the floor. Zorlo heard a voice from the side as he turned instead of the elven queen being represented in the window it was Erastil. "Zorlo, I charged you with protecting the boy. Not murdering him in cold blood. You have failed me utterly. I hereby strip you of your powers." The glass shattered and Erastil was gone, but a second voice that of the elven queen spoke up coming from the throne, "Zorlo, poor sad Zorlo, Zorlo the traitor, Zorlo the murderer, Zorlo the fallen. Erastil may have abandoned you, but I won't. No, you will serve me." Zorlo found his skin slughing off followed by the fat and muscle until only his skeleton remained. He found himself walking and slaughtering people flanked by other skeletons.
Rain's Perspective
Rain found his attack strike home in the banshee's chest, but then she was no longer the banshee it was his sister Elena. "Brother? I thought you loved me? Don't worry though, I still love. We all still love you." He found himself surrounded by countless Elena's all clamoring about how they still loved him and forgave him for killing them. They smothered him slowly crushing the life out of him as they buried him with love.
Maerlyn's Perspective
Maerlyn turned at the cawing of her familiar. Her eyes locked upon it just as an anvil slammed down upon it, squashing it against the floor and then she herself was falling. She tried to flap her wings and recover, but she then realized she wasn't a harpy anymore she was in her human disguise. No matter how much she tried to flap or pull she could neither fly nor remove the necklace and so she kept falling.
What's actually happening
The banshee recoiled, crying loudly at Zorlo's blow. The goo girl saw a bright flash of yellow light from the hand of the queen's physical corpse after her missiles struck the banshee. Zorlo had suddenly started walking towards a door in the pane of glass, leaving a trail equal parts blood from his stigmata and tears. The banshee stuck her hand into Rain's chest as his blade fell from his grip. She grinned madly at the look of horror on his face. And Maerlyn fell to the floor clawing at her throat as she screamed. As the stark cold yellow light continued to shine GG could see the light's origin was from the corpse's hand. A loud thud and howl came from behind her, almost deafening despite the great door between her and the mass of skeletons and shadow mastiff pounding on the other side.
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Zorlo looked around at the other skeletons and let out a bestial howl. The chattering of jaws and the clacking of bones made him still uncomfortable. I don't belong here... I shouldn't be a skeleton... yet... Despite his ability to reason outside of the illusion, even his own thoughts were cut off inside the skeletal form he could see. Still, as his bony fingers extended and his jack clacked wildly, even after the villagers and defenders had fallen, he wasn't sure why, but the desire to fight kicked in. Something about this still seemed wrong... but he wasn't sure what.
For now, he would simply follow this path and hope to figure out what was going on.
For now, he would simply follow this path and hope to figure out what was going on.
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Rain: e-Elena..........stop....I I don't want this (something starts to burn deep in rains chest) don't make me see this not her face!.....(he can't help but slowly feel relaxed to be surrounded by his sister) what are you doing here This it doesn't seem right something's off what is it I can't...... (he opens his eyes slowly)
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Why!?! The Harpy tore at the necklace in her illusionary world as winds buffeted her. It was only supposed to be an illusion!! Why?!?! It wouldn't come off or break. In truth, the clasp had long since popped open, the blood pendant laying on the ground next to her thrashing form. Deep scratches, nearly gouges, lined and criss-crossed her neck and collar from her sharp talons and bleed freely as she fought to take off a necklace that wasn't there and continued screaming.
The Smile girl, meanwhile, was terrified, but not for the same reasons as the others. After all, Smile's were immune to visual effects. No, what scared her was everything else. She couldn't 'see' the Banshee all that well, Maerlyn had suddenly begun scream for unknown reasons and a thud from the door startled her enough that she probably would have herself had she'd been an actually child rather then of child-like intelligence. The Ring's flashing got even stronger and faster, so intense that even her Blindsight could notice it, like it was gonna do something soon. And so, she did the only thing she could think of... She screamed and cast the first thing that came to her at the time. Flames swirled into a marble-size sphere floating in front of her wailing mouth before blasting across the large room like a gunshot. Everything seemed quick for a split second before the spell slammed into the ring-wearing corpse and exploded in a large, flaming conflagration.
The Smile girl, meanwhile, was terrified, but not for the same reasons as the others. After all, Smile's were immune to visual effects. No, what scared her was everything else. She couldn't 'see' the Banshee all that well, Maerlyn had suddenly begun scream for unknown reasons and a thud from the door startled her enough that she probably would have herself had she'd been an actually child rather then of child-like intelligence. The Ring's flashing got even stronger and faster, so intense that even her Blindsight could notice it, like it was gonna do something soon. And so, she did the only thing she could think of... She screamed and cast the first thing that came to her at the time. Flames swirled into a marble-size sphere floating in front of her wailing mouth before blasting across the large room like a gunshot. Everything seemed quick for a split second before the spell slammed into the ring-wearing corpse and exploded in a large, flaming conflagration.
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The banshee shrieked fiercely at the attack made by the slime. Although the queen's body was thrown from the chair the ring was still shining on her hand. The illusions flickered for an instant before slamming back into place as strong as ever. The ghost threw Rain aside, he slammed against the wall and blood trickled from his mouth. He was alive, if only just, but unconscious and his mind continued to be plagued by the images.
Zorlo, apparently unable to resist the ring's influence, pushed open the door and walked out onto the balcony. The wind from the real world reflected in the nightmare by searing heat from the burning houses and screams of women and children being seared alive. Outside the tower Aurora dive bombed Zorlo's chest, unfortunately it wasn't enough to wake him and so it grabbed his collar and started pulling, trying in vain to stop or slow him.
In the illusion she faced Maerlyn finally slammed into the ground. Impossibly, she survived the crash and the necklace burned hot as it grew heavier and heavier pressing into her throat until the jewels drew blood.
The banshee shrieked and flew across the room, finally realizing that one of the invaders had been able to resist the ring. Screaming furiously she swung her scepter at Smiley. Her features shifted as her entire body slid to the side avoiding the attack and she found herself landing on Jenkins's body. It was impossible to avoid some of her slime falling down his throat. She felt as though she was being drained of magic and a second later he was coughing.
The farm boy found himself looking up at a strange view of the world. Everyone, except the goo girl, had a yellow glow about them, especially the banshee. The banshee struck out at him, screaming furiously that the one she knew she had killed already was somehow alive. It wouldn't matter in a second though, the ring vibrated and sent out another wave of yellow light. Jenkins had scurried over to the only thing with a glow other than yellow, the sword, it had a warm green glow. His hand landed on it a second after the light struck his body. For what felt like an hour he watched in horror as Drelliel swooped down, burned his family's farm, and then proceeded to think of creative ways to kill his family slowly, but then it was all banished from his mind as he grasped the blade. He took a moment to check on everybody. Rain looked like he might be dead, Maerlyn was trying to claw her throat out, but the worst was Zorlo. He looked like he was about to jump and while everybody looked to be in bad shape the possibility that Zorlo was about to kill himself alarmed him the most. "I have to stop Zorlo. Keep her busy." He shouted over his shoulder as he got to his feet and sprinted to the paladin, the blade was pulled from the sheathe and shed sunlight in the room for the first time in a very long time.
Jenkins wrapped his arms around Zorlo's legs and pulled him off the ledge shaking him repeatedly. "Zorlo. Zorlo! ZORLO!?" He looked around, remembered the sword and slapped it into Zorlo's hand. The vision started to take over Jenkins' sight again and instinct took over as he saw the aura around Zorlo change from yellow to green, kiss the paladin. The terrifying visions disappeared from Zorlo's sight and he saw the world as it really was for the first time since he got to the island. The green slits that Jenkins' irises had turned into began glowing green as he pulled away from the paladin. "Ring." Jenkins managed to get out before the visions slammed into place and the green glow in his eyes disappeared as Jenkins fell to the ground screaming and clawing at his own eyes. Overwhelming even Jenkins' yells Zorlo felt Erastil's subtle yet soothing voice touching his heart and ridding him of his fears. Aurora's squawk and tapping at the glass drew Zorlo's attention to Maerlyn's plight inside.
Zorlo, apparently unable to resist the ring's influence, pushed open the door and walked out onto the balcony. The wind from the real world reflected in the nightmare by searing heat from the burning houses and screams of women and children being seared alive. Outside the tower Aurora dive bombed Zorlo's chest, unfortunately it wasn't enough to wake him and so it grabbed his collar and started pulling, trying in vain to stop or slow him.
In the illusion she faced Maerlyn finally slammed into the ground. Impossibly, she survived the crash and the necklace burned hot as it grew heavier and heavier pressing into her throat until the jewels drew blood.
The banshee shrieked and flew across the room, finally realizing that one of the invaders had been able to resist the ring. Screaming furiously she swung her scepter at Smiley. Her features shifted as her entire body slid to the side avoiding the attack and she found herself landing on Jenkins's body. It was impossible to avoid some of her slime falling down his throat. She felt as though she was being drained of magic and a second later he was coughing.
The farm boy found himself looking up at a strange view of the world. Everyone, except the goo girl, had a yellow glow about them, especially the banshee. The banshee struck out at him, screaming furiously that the one she knew she had killed already was somehow alive. It wouldn't matter in a second though, the ring vibrated and sent out another wave of yellow light. Jenkins had scurried over to the only thing with a glow other than yellow, the sword, it had a warm green glow. His hand landed on it a second after the light struck his body. For what felt like an hour he watched in horror as Drelliel swooped down, burned his family's farm, and then proceeded to think of creative ways to kill his family slowly, but then it was all banished from his mind as he grasped the blade. He took a moment to check on everybody. Rain looked like he might be dead, Maerlyn was trying to claw her throat out, but the worst was Zorlo. He looked like he was about to jump and while everybody looked to be in bad shape the possibility that Zorlo was about to kill himself alarmed him the most. "I have to stop Zorlo. Keep her busy." He shouted over his shoulder as he got to his feet and sprinted to the paladin, the blade was pulled from the sheathe and shed sunlight in the room for the first time in a very long time.
Jenkins wrapped his arms around Zorlo's legs and pulled him off the ledge shaking him repeatedly. "Zorlo. Zorlo! ZORLO!?" He looked around, remembered the sword and slapped it into Zorlo's hand. The vision started to take over Jenkins' sight again and instinct took over as he saw the aura around Zorlo change from yellow to green, kiss the paladin. The terrifying visions disappeared from Zorlo's sight and he saw the world as it really was for the first time since he got to the island. The green slits that Jenkins' irises had turned into began glowing green as he pulled away from the paladin. "Ring." Jenkins managed to get out before the visions slammed into place and the green glow in his eyes disappeared as Jenkins fell to the ground screaming and clawing at his own eyes. Overwhelming even Jenkins' yells Zorlo felt Erastil's subtle yet soothing voice touching his heart and ridding him of his fears. Aurora's squawk and tapping at the glass drew Zorlo's attention to Maerlyn's plight inside.
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Zorlo nodded. He was mildly confused, and the trail of blood behind him confused him. He felt like he had just woken up from a very long, very painful nightmare. Still, this sword he held. It was light as a feather. It radiated ancient, powerful magic. The light of day reflected in the blade's surface caused power to flow through his body as he looked at the Banshee. "I'll deal with you in a moment, but first," he said as a powerful surge of light erupted. The Banshee's body began glowing green, reflecting the powerful, divine glow of the sword, as Smite Evil overtook her.
As the Banshee figured out what had just happened, the Paladin rushed over to Maerlyn and laid hands upon her. THe nightmare slowly faded and her wounds slowly began to heal as the radiating green light overcame her. "Hey, Miss Maerlyn, I need your help. I've got some purging to do," Zorlo said as he turned around and held his sword in front of his hand. IN a moment, it burst with flames as he placed the spell Sun Metal upon his blade.
The Holy VIndicator stepped forwards. He smiled. Although he was staring at the banshee, his true target was that ring. He had to destroy it... and he knew, somehow, this sword might be able to. "Don't worry, Queen Elf. I shall lay you to rest permanently. You should have reconsidered your status and become a lich instead. Much harder to kill," Zorlo told her as he held his sword in front of his hands. "Sadly, I have to make you disappear now."
As the Banshee figured out what had just happened, the Paladin rushed over to Maerlyn and laid hands upon her. THe nightmare slowly faded and her wounds slowly began to heal as the radiating green light overcame her. "Hey, Miss Maerlyn, I need your help. I've got some purging to do," Zorlo said as he turned around and held his sword in front of his hand. IN a moment, it burst with flames as he placed the spell Sun Metal upon his blade.
The Holy VIndicator stepped forwards. He smiled. Although he was staring at the banshee, his true target was that ring. He had to destroy it... and he knew, somehow, this sword might be able to. "Don't worry, Queen Elf. I shall lay you to rest permanently. You should have reconsidered your status and become a lich instead. Much harder to kill," Zorlo told her as he held his sword in front of his hands. "Sadly, I have to make you disappear now."
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Maerlyn faintly heard Zorlo for a moment, but the yellow light of fear overtook her again the instant his healing hands were no longer in contact with her.
The banshee let out a blood curdling howl as she set upon Zorlo, trying to stop him from achieving his goal. Her scepter swung and he avoided the hit, but only too katie did he realize it was a feignt and she slashed him across the throat. His flesh darkened as the intense pain wracked his body, but he was still breathing, still alive, still fighting in spite of it. Although a second blow like that or even little more than a scratch would likely put an end to the paladin despite the return of Erastil's blessing.
The barricaded door cracked under the weight of the mastiff's banging.
The banshee let out a blood curdling howl as she set upon Zorlo, trying to stop him from achieving his goal. Her scepter swung and he avoided the hit, but only too katie did he realize it was a feignt and she slashed him across the throat. His flesh darkened as the intense pain wracked his body, but he was still breathing, still alive, still fighting in spite of it. Although a second blow like that or even little more than a scratch would likely put an end to the paladin despite the return of Erastil's blessing.
The barricaded door cracked under the weight of the mastiff's banging.
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The Slime-girl slid back to soak up some of the Harpy's self-spilled blood as Zorlo returned to heal Maerlyn, the Smile's 'need' for liquids beginning to bother her. Though there wasn't a lot, it was enough to shake off the need after the minor drain Jenkins unknowingly did to her. Speaking of which, she just remembered that He'd asked her to 'keep the Banshee busy'. Now, while the Slime wasn't sure exactly how to do that, she did remember that the Winged Girl had asked her keep using Magic on it. She'd stopped when she 'lost sight' of it, but with all that enraged screaming, it wasn't had to tell where it was again. "Magic!" came the cry once more as Five more Magic Missiles launched from the Arcane Slime to blast into the Banshee's back before she could follow-up on Zorlo. From outside, Aurora screamed at Maerlyn repeatedly, careful not to enter and be caught by the ring herself. Her Familiar's screams along with Zorlo's momentarily interruption caused the yellow glow of the ring's enchantment to flicker, weakening but not quite enough to break yet.
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Rain: dammit... Shut up you can't just let me die in peace can you?! ( rains rune begins to Shine brightly)
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Rain: (lighting strikes down through the roof of the tower as it shocks him and the banshee As. Rain slowly gets up) aggghh ow (rune weapons appeAr around him) that hurt!!!!! ( his rune surges fiercely as electricity begins to form)
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Rain: (lighting strikes down through the roof of the tower as it shocks him and the banshee As. Rain slowly gets up) aggghh ow (rune weapons appeAr around him) that hurt!!!!! ( his rune surges fiercely as electricity begins to form)
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Zorlo watched as the Magic Missile struck effectively, and then as the lightning did damage, but not much. The Paladin held the Sun Blade in front of his other hand as power began to surge from it. A powerful, golden glow filled it as the fire changed from orange and red to golden as well. "This will do it!" he said as he rushed forwards and swung the powerful blade. His Smite Evil, Sun MEtal, Channeled Smite, and the shear power of the Sun Blade against evil creatures. Even with her best attempts, if this attack hit, she'd at least need to retreat, if she wasn't straight out destroyed.
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A yellow aura sprang into existence around the ghost just before Zorlo's blade struck and dissolved into light after the threat was over. The banshee was not destroyed in fact she looked untouched, however her eyes were ablaze with yellow fire and somehow she got even more pissed off. She backhanded the paladin and set upon the goo girl; her amorphous form was unable to help her against the ghost's incorporeal claws.
Somewhere in the back of Jenkins mind something stirred as he watched his family get killed for the dozenth time. "Hey, Jenny, you scared?" It was a memory, he turned around and saw one of his brothers lying on a cot. He hated the nickname, but he'd let it pass given the circumstances. "No. Just bored." "Hahahow, it hurts to laugh. Don't make that face. It's worth the pain. Hey, you never answered the question." "Why do I waste what money I get on worthless rocks?" He pulled out a smooth rock from his pocket and handed it to his dying brother. "You don't really want to hear about a stupid dream." "Hey, I'm not going anywhere. Does it have anything to do with how mad you got when you weren't allowed to go with me?" "Yeah... I want to see the world. All of it. The wondrous ruins in the peninsula, the stark sands of Disterria, even whatever wonders or horrors lie beyond the Veil." His brother pulled a blue ring out of a pocket and lied it down on his chest. "Well, here's something from El Tear. I was going to give it to Soph, but why don't you take it in trade, I think I like that rock. Besides, if I can't give it to her then another girl should be wearing it. Heheh." "I can't, this has to be worth a small fortune. We c-" "Just shut up and use it to fund your globe trotting. Don't lose hope, Jenny, you'll see the world. Just bring me back a rock from everywhere." I- Thank you." Jenkins took the ring and kissed his now dead brother on the forehead and pulled the ring on, banishing the nightmare. Back in reality, Jenkins hands went from clawing at his eyes to grasping at something under his shirt. He pulled out the necklace and slipped on the ring. "Thank you brother."
Jenkins stumbled back into the throne room, one eye closed, he drew the banshee's attention from the goo girl. "Dead for almost a year now and you're still throwing me out of the frying pan." As the ghost charged him screaming he didn't bother trying to avoid her he simply took the bastard sword in both hands and threw it with an overhead chop but not at the ghost, at the corpse. The banshee gripped him by the throat with both hands and squeezed he just stared back smiling as the blade struck home and took off the body's fingers. The ghost's eyes went back to being silvery gray pools and the nightmare afflicting Maerlyn and Rain faded as the darkness on the island lessened. The body shifted suddenly, but made no other move, and an instant later the doorway to the balcony swung wide with a sudden gust of wind.
Jenkins could see that even though as a ghost she really didn't need to breathe her mouth opened wide as she took in air and prepared to loose a second wail on the boy. Why can she strangle me but I can't hit her? He tried to pull her hands off himself, but he only succeeded in flailing wildly. Seriously, what god thought this was a good idea?
The shadow mastiff broke through the door with one last powerful charge, Asp still sticking out of it's side. The skeletons were behaving strangely though; they were shaking as if terrified.
Somewhere in the back of Jenkins mind something stirred as he watched his family get killed for the dozenth time. "Hey, Jenny, you scared?" It was a memory, he turned around and saw one of his brothers lying on a cot. He hated the nickname, but he'd let it pass given the circumstances. "No. Just bored." "Hahahow, it hurts to laugh. Don't make that face. It's worth the pain. Hey, you never answered the question." "Why do I waste what money I get on worthless rocks?" He pulled out a smooth rock from his pocket and handed it to his dying brother. "You don't really want to hear about a stupid dream." "Hey, I'm not going anywhere. Does it have anything to do with how mad you got when you weren't allowed to go with me?" "Yeah... I want to see the world. All of it. The wondrous ruins in the peninsula, the stark sands of Disterria, even whatever wonders or horrors lie beyond the Veil." His brother pulled a blue ring out of a pocket and lied it down on his chest. "Well, here's something from El Tear. I was going to give it to Soph, but why don't you take it in trade, I think I like that rock. Besides, if I can't give it to her then another girl should be wearing it. Heheh." "I can't, this has to be worth a small fortune. We c-" "Just shut up and use it to fund your globe trotting. Don't lose hope, Jenny, you'll see the world. Just bring me back a rock from everywhere." I- Thank you." Jenkins took the ring and kissed his now dead brother on the forehead and pulled the ring on, banishing the nightmare. Back in reality, Jenkins hands went from clawing at his eyes to grasping at something under his shirt. He pulled out the necklace and slipped on the ring. "Thank you brother."
Jenkins stumbled back into the throne room, one eye closed, he drew the banshee's attention from the goo girl. "Dead for almost a year now and you're still throwing me out of the frying pan." As the ghost charged him screaming he didn't bother trying to avoid her he simply took the bastard sword in both hands and threw it with an overhead chop but not at the ghost, at the corpse. The banshee gripped him by the throat with both hands and squeezed he just stared back smiling as the blade struck home and took off the body's fingers. The ghost's eyes went back to being silvery gray pools and the nightmare afflicting Maerlyn and Rain faded as the darkness on the island lessened. The body shifted suddenly, but made no other move, and an instant later the doorway to the balcony swung wide with a sudden gust of wind.
Jenkins could see that even though as a ghost she really didn't need to breathe her mouth opened wide as she took in air and prepared to loose a second wail on the boy. Why can she strangle me but I can't hit her? He tried to pull her hands off himself, but he only succeeded in flailing wildly. Seriously, what god thought this was a good idea?
The shadow mastiff broke through the door with one last powerful charge, Asp still sticking out of it's side. The skeletons were behaving strangely though; they were shaking as if terrified.
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Maerlyn groaned as she rolled to her knees. Though not a bad as before, her Talons had done some work on her neck once again thanks to that illusion. She could smell the blood overpowering all other smells and so didn't waste time applying a healing spell on herself to repair both the inner and outer damage of the experience. Aurora lighted in momentarily, squawking quickly to her master as Maerlyn finished her spell. "Really...? Damn..." the Harpy replied commanding Aurora to continue hiding outside as she looked to see what was happening near her. Currently, the Banshee had Jenkins by the neck, Zorlo looked as ragged as she felt, and Rain was getting back into reality. The Slime-girl didn't look to good after the Banshee's short but punishing assault. Her humanoid portion was much lower in the 'puddle' of her base, looking tired and dripping rather badly, like she was having problems keeping cohesion. Her face looked pained, like she would cry if it were possible. It didn't help things that the Mastiff from the bridge decided to come play and the Banshee looked to be ready to scream. "Tsk... Hey," she touched the Slime-girl, getting her attention. "Can you still cast more of those?" the Slime nodded tiredly. "Please, keep at it.
"I...I can't see it any more," the Slime replied as she straightened to cast. "Where... is it?"
"It's there," Maerlyn replied, not asking questions as she pointed for the Slime-girl to the invisible 'force' holding up Jenkins.
"M-magic!" Nothing probably could have prepared the soon to be wailing Banshee for the next five Magic Missiles that blasted deep into its ethereal back and shoulders as Maerlyn stood up.
"Zorlo! You still in your right mind over there?"
"I...I can't see it any more," the Slime replied as she straightened to cast. "Where... is it?"
"It's there," Maerlyn replied, not asking questions as she pointed for the Slime-girl to the invisible 'force' holding up Jenkins.
"M-magic!" Nothing probably could have prepared the soon to be wailing Banshee for the next five Magic Missiles that blasted deep into its ethereal back and shoulders as Maerlyn stood up.
"Zorlo! You still in your right mind over there?"
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"I"m me. I've also gotten my Paladin powers back, but I'm not sure how that happened yet," Zorlo said as the Mastiff made it's move. In a flash, the Sun Blade arced in a bright flash as the blade crashed into the dog-creatures and sent it rolling back into the skeletons. The flames vanished from the golden blade as he looked at the Banshee. "This isn't good. I can't channel energy or Channel Smite anymore. I hope you've got a good suggestion how we kill this banshee," Zorlo said as he looked at his sword. "Then again, this sword is ideal for killing evil creatures. I just need a good opening," he told the Witch as he smiled.
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The banshee choked on it's wail as the magic missiles hit it from behind, but she tightened her grip on Jenkin's throat. An orange light shined down through the window. The mastiff picked itself up off the ground as the skeletons turned and started running away, it barked angrily as the light finally abolished it's ability to hide it's true form with darkness and shadow. It was a little shorter and it looked less intimidating now that you could see it's ribs through the dark flesh and fur, but it was still as big as a horse and it's eyes only glowed with more hatred for the light and those who lived within that light. It barrled at Zorlo but just as it reentered the room a great fiery explosion blew in the giant mural window and sent it rolling backwards. Jenkins and the banshee were consumed by the flames and the others were thrown to the floor by the blast as flames raced overhead. The heat was intense but they were left unharmed save for what amounted to mild sunburns on all exposed skin. A blue light surrounded and protected the goo girl from shriveling up and in fact when the flames passed the lgiht turned into a liquid replenishing all that she had lost since she had joined the group and then some.
The inferno surrounding Jenkins and the banshee lasted several seconds longer and when they receded Jenkins was kneeling on the floor massaging his throat and neither the banshee or any shards of glass were anywhere to be seen. The orange glow disappeared replaced by pure sunlight and a hawk, very similar in appearance to Aurora save that it was made of flames winged through the giant hole which used to be a window and lighted down on the corpse of the queen, nudging it gently and cawing sadly. Aurora herself followed the oddly small phoenix in and landed a respectful distance behind it.
Jenkins looked over at the recovering mastiff and said, "That's my sword. Give it back." No wonder I missed before, it's a lot smaller than I thought it was. He leveled his musket and fired taking off half of it's head, somehow it was still alive and it snarled angrily as it came bounding for Jenkins. "I've been slashed by chakrams, poisoned, a giant mutt tried to eat me alive, been yelled at by a banshee, some blasted ring tried to get me to kill myself," His iris slits glowed red mirroring the mastiff's, "was nearly choked to death, and should have been incinerated just now, I am sick and tired of not getting to kill whatever's trying to kill me and my friends." The dog pounced on him and Jenkins grabbed hold and spun it to the side slamming it into the ground and he got face to face with it and as it barked he opened his mouth and a red energy flowed out of the hound's mouth and into Jenkins's and after a few seconds the glow in it's eye disappeared and the energy became black, after several seconds more the dog's body went slack. Jenkins pulled Asp out of the mastiff and turned to face the group. The glow faded but his irises remained slits for several seconds more as he studied everyone carefully as if seeing them all for the first time. Not untrue for him as he started to understand what the colors emanating from everyone meant and then his irises went back to their normal green circles and he had to blink several times to reorient himself to seeing things normally again.
The inferno surrounding Jenkins and the banshee lasted several seconds longer and when they receded Jenkins was kneeling on the floor massaging his throat and neither the banshee or any shards of glass were anywhere to be seen. The orange glow disappeared replaced by pure sunlight and a hawk, very similar in appearance to Aurora save that it was made of flames winged through the giant hole which used to be a window and lighted down on the corpse of the queen, nudging it gently and cawing sadly. Aurora herself followed the oddly small phoenix in and landed a respectful distance behind it.
Jenkins looked over at the recovering mastiff and said, "That's my sword. Give it back." No wonder I missed before, it's a lot smaller than I thought it was. He leveled his musket and fired taking off half of it's head, somehow it was still alive and it snarled angrily as it came bounding for Jenkins. "I've been slashed by chakrams, poisoned, a giant mutt tried to eat me alive, been yelled at by a banshee, some blasted ring tried to get me to kill myself," His iris slits glowed red mirroring the mastiff's, "was nearly choked to death, and should have been incinerated just now, I am sick and tired of not getting to kill whatever's trying to kill me and my friends." The dog pounced on him and Jenkins grabbed hold and spun it to the side slamming it into the ground and he got face to face with it and as it barked he opened his mouth and a red energy flowed out of the hound's mouth and into Jenkins's and after a few seconds the glow in it's eye disappeared and the energy became black, after several seconds more the dog's body went slack. Jenkins pulled Asp out of the mastiff and turned to face the group. The glow faded but his irises remained slits for several seconds more as he studied everyone carefully as if seeing them all for the first time. Not untrue for him as he started to understand what the colors emanating from everyone meant and then his irises went back to their normal green circles and he had to blink several times to reorient himself to seeing things normally again.
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Zorlo bowed his head respectfully towards Jenkins as he spun the Sun Blade in his hand and turned towards the Phoenix. He stabbed the bastard sword into the ground and knelt down, smiling at the fire bird. "We are saved. THank you, Jenkins and Phoenix. And to you as well, Goo-Girl. Were it not for the three of you, surely things would have turned out much worse. I am indebted," the Paladin said with a smile as his Stigmata stopped bleeding finally. Zorlo felt fairly woozy, having lost a good amount of blood in the past battle, but wasn't quite able to let himself pass out. Not yet at least.
"So, what do we do now?" he asked, shifting his eyes towards Jenkins.
"So, what do we do now?" he asked, shifting his eyes towards Jenkins.
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"Well, here's step one." Jenkins walked up to Zorlo and punched him. "You were supposed to take the ring out of play! And don't bow to me, that crap's a waste of time and friends shouldn't do that to one another. Ow!" He pulled the ring off and put it back on the chain around his neck before massaging his finger.
The phoenix lighted up onto the throne and it changed from onyx to crystallized fire Aurora then landed next to it. The phoenix began speaking in Auran and Aurora translated and communicated it to Maerlyn. "I thank all of you for ridding my love of her nightmares and helping put her to rest. She called me Marco. What can I do to repay this debt?"
((I had forgotten about Marco the Phoenix in One Piece until immediately after I hit the submit button, honest.))
The phoenix lighted up onto the throne and it changed from onyx to crystallized fire Aurora then landed next to it. The phoenix began speaking in Auran and Aurora translated and communicated it to Maerlyn. "I thank all of you for ridding my love of her nightmares and helping put her to rest. She called me Marco. What can I do to repay this debt?"
((I had forgotten about Marco the Phoenix in One Piece until immediately after I hit the submit button, honest.))
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After translating for the group, Maerlyn relaxed and let out a breath, happy that the cleansing flames had not burn away her feathers, wings, herself, or any combination of the three. She was also, at the same time, annoyed from the near full body sunburn she'd acquired, being the most scantily clad of the group in just a soft leather tube top and shorts. A feeling of reverence came to her as she sat back and it took a moment to realize that it was Aurora passing it to her from the Familiar's our feelings about the Phoenix, feelings that the Witch could understand and share, but first there were other things pulling her attention. The first was Jenkins putting down the Shadow Mastiff by himself and whatever it was he'd sucked from it before putting the beast for good. Having seen it, she could remember he'd done ...something.... to her too with that kiss, but she'd been too detracted and tired to really notice what.
The next thing she'd noticed was the Slime-girl, whom was definitely larger that before, her humanoid portion much more 'filled out' and sharper with almost no stray drips. Her coloration had lightened with the added liquid as well, now an almost light blue from the violet shading it bore before, letting Maerlyn see a small pendant that floated within the Slime-girl's substance. It had reminded the Harpy to grab her our bloodied, discarded pendant and place it in her bag until she could ask someone to put it back on her neck. So many things wanted Maerlyn's attention; she didn't know where to start first. Not to mention she had her own awe at finally seeing a Phoenix, regardless of its size. It was a beautiful creature. "So... aside of developing strange manifestations of powers and/or physical features, is everyone alright?" Maerlyn asked, looking to notice the skeletons had fled before the Phoenix as well. They had time to talk, it seems.
The next thing she'd noticed was the Slime-girl, whom was definitely larger that before, her humanoid portion much more 'filled out' and sharper with almost no stray drips. Her coloration had lightened with the added liquid as well, now an almost light blue from the violet shading it bore before, letting Maerlyn see a small pendant that floated within the Slime-girl's substance. It had reminded the Harpy to grab her our bloodied, discarded pendant and place it in her bag until she could ask someone to put it back on her neck. So many things wanted Maerlyn's attention; she didn't know where to start first. Not to mention she had her own awe at finally seeing a Phoenix, regardless of its size. It was a beautiful creature. "So... aside of developing strange manifestations of powers and/or physical features, is everyone alright?" Maerlyn asked, looking to notice the skeletons had fled before the Phoenix as well. They had time to talk, it seems.
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"I'm fine." Said Jenkins. He looked around, Rain's injuries were gone for the most part as well save for the sunburn. He looked back at the mastiff saying, "Apparently, I can do more than just heal others now." He sheathed Asp and walked towards Maerlyn, "Speaking of, you don't look so ho- uh goo- uh sun burns like that are pretty annoying." When he got close she took a step back saying, "Are you going to suck me dry too, like you did the dog?" This caused him to stop in his tracks. "What? NO! That was, I was angry and I don't know. I wouldn't do that to you. Trust me, please?" After a tense moment she nodded assent and let him close the distance. The kiss lasted a few seconds and the burns were healed as were some of the furrows from her claws before he tore himself away and sat upon a piece of furniture thinking sullenly to himself. They all think I'm a monster now. Hell, I think I'm a monster now. What did I do anyways? And how did I do it. Jenkins took a deep breath and looked up at Marco composing himself long enough to ask, "We need a strong reagent, elementally aligned with fire. Can you help us?"
Marco plucked one of his feathers out and set it upon the seat of the throne. "Maerlyn, you are concerned about what this boy is. Find an elven wizard and ask him about the children of the spectral dragons. One of them should be able to tell you more. And have the half-breed take the accursed ring with him, don't let him put it on it would control him with his fears just as it did my love, but I lack the means to destroy it myself. I must banish the shadows from my land now. The Isle of Hope shall shine brightly once more. If there is anything you need that is still here, please help yourselves." The phoenix took off out the window, growing in size drastically as soon as he was clear of the tower and it was as if there were two suns in the sky.
Marco plucked one of his feathers out and set it upon the seat of the throne. "Maerlyn, you are concerned about what this boy is. Find an elven wizard and ask him about the children of the spectral dragons. One of them should be able to tell you more. And have the half-breed take the accursed ring with him, don't let him put it on it would control him with his fears just as it did my love, but I lack the means to destroy it myself. I must banish the shadows from my land now. The Isle of Hope shall shine brightly once more. If there is anything you need that is still here, please help yourselves." The phoenix took off out the window, growing in size drastically as soon as he was clear of the tower and it was as if there were two suns in the sky.
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Zorlo stood up and dusted himself off. "Well, that hurt. Good punch though... but..." Zorlo said as he snuck up and punched Jenkins against the back of his head. "If you want me to do something, telling me while I'm under an effect that the thing you give me dispels doesn't help me, you, or anyone else. BUt..." Z said as he laid his hand upon Jenkins and healed him up a bit with a smile, "thank you for saving me. I am in your debt," the Paladin said as he looked at the Phoenix.
"Actually, that makes my life easier," the Paladin stated as he moved over to the complete set of armor and ran his finger over it. Mithral all right. Very expertly crafted as well. The Paladin took a deep breath and began to remove the plate carefully and don it himself. A gentle hand touched his back and helped him with the straps as he continued to try and adjust his armor. "Thank you, whomever you are," Zorlo said as he looked back and felt the armor pinch into him.
"You're very welcome, my soon-to-be Husband," the Aasimar said as she pulled the straps tighter, causing him to twitch slightly.
Zorlo visibly paled as he realized she was helping him put his armor on, but sighed. "I know you won't accept this, but-" he started to explain as she placed a finger over his lips.
"It's okay. I know why you're doing this."
He blinked a few times as he looked at her. "You do?"
Sylvia nodded. "Yep. You're trying to save the world, right?"
Zorlo nodded. "Yes indeed!" he said with a proud smile.
"Well then, I'm coming with you. THanks for telling me," she said as she started to walk off towards Jenkins.
"Gotta be honest, I didn't see... well, I guess I did, but that's neither here, nor there."
Sylvia looked at Jenkins and the group. "My name is Sylvia, and I'm a Cleric. I'm here to assist you as best I can," she said, smiling at them as she stood there.
"Actually, that makes my life easier," the Paladin stated as he moved over to the complete set of armor and ran his finger over it. Mithral all right. Very expertly crafted as well. The Paladin took a deep breath and began to remove the plate carefully and don it himself. A gentle hand touched his back and helped him with the straps as he continued to try and adjust his armor. "Thank you, whomever you are," Zorlo said as he looked back and felt the armor pinch into him.
"You're very welcome, my soon-to-be Husband," the Aasimar said as she pulled the straps tighter, causing him to twitch slightly.
Zorlo visibly paled as he realized she was helping him put his armor on, but sighed. "I know you won't accept this, but-" he started to explain as she placed a finger over his lips.
"It's okay. I know why you're doing this."
He blinked a few times as he looked at her. "You do?"
Sylvia nodded. "Yep. You're trying to save the world, right?"
Zorlo nodded. "Yes indeed!" he said with a proud smile.
"Well then, I'm coming with you. THanks for telling me," she said as she started to walk off towards Jenkins.
"Gotta be honest, I didn't see... well, I guess I did, but that's neither here, nor there."
Sylvia looked at Jenkins and the group. "My name is Sylvia, and I'm a Cleric. I'm here to assist you as best I can," she said, smiling at them as she stood there.