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Jayce
Jen: 14
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015 2:11pm
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
Jayce
Jen: 14
story: the ship rocked and pitched wildly, leaving even the saltiest of sea dogs falling over and losing their rum. "Port Bow!" the watch screamed as men scattered, clawing desperately for support as the ship pitched up... over a wave... and was impaled upon a spine of rock her spine broken, the two halves slowly sank and men were carried by the tide some to sea, some to the briny deep, and others to the pillars of water that were thrown upwards by the magical flux storm.

*You awaken*
Sunday, January 24, 2016 7:27pm
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
Jayce
Jen: 14
Darkstripe: you were floating, mid air watching the stars, until one such star fell and hit you, right in the eye, you writhe in pain and only succeed in dousing yourself more thoroughly, salty brine spraying to and fro as you attempt to paw the searing liquid free of your eye with drenched paws. The drop falls free of your misty eyes as you crawl free of the underground pool. It is while you attempt to dry your paws on a bed of moss you notice four others in the pond , two of which float upside down and undoubtedly drowned hours ago, though the other two are miraculously alive. You drag them free and prepare a small fire, thankfully finding some unspoiled tinder in a leather pouch. the others had wallets, containing five silver coins each, you appropriate one wallet and search your own belongings. The storm took most of them, scattering what floated far and wide, whilst everything that sank, including your armor, thankfully was extirpated from your being. what you do have is a small lock pick, three small copper bars, two silvers of your own and... where is it, searching at your neck you cannot find the cord that held your key. A quick rummaging confirmed that it wasn't lost, and instead in your bag you still had your ceremonial sword and shorts, so that was more than you could ask for in and of itself and your magic gloves. A quick check confirmed that you still had your spells in order, though you could make do without them. "ooh, I feel like a schooner landed on my head" looks like your two sleepyheads finally got to smell the coffee. It also appears that they both have wapons with a fire crystal in the hand of one and a quarterstaff leveled at your head by the other... This is gonna' be interesting.
Sunday, January 24, 2016 7:47pm
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
Radiotype
Jen: 38
Not to give you any advice fer the future or anythin', but it'd probably be in yer best interest fer you to make sure ALL the bodies are dead before you start lootin', eh?

*lightly jabs Darkstripe on the side of his head*

So while yer NOT dead, mind explainin' yerself?
Sunday, January 24, 2016 8:23pm
There is no death, only life unending in a different form. -M.H.
Spyred

Jen: 76
When Kay finally came too, his mind was in a blur. He remembered something about being on ship, going somewhere new like always. Then a storm...or big waves or...something...then... The details seeming to escape him. It was no use. "Whatever happened to the others...", he wondered groggily to himself.

But one quick observation around him told Kay that the ship crash was the least of his worries right now. Before him were two individuals who, Kay believed, he must have seen somewhere else before. They seemed preoccupied but he didn't want to take any risks. Slowly getting up, despite still being a bit woozy in the head, grabbed his fire crystal but kept it close to his side. He didn't really like hurting anyone, but he didn't want to die either if it ever came down to that.
Sunday, January 24, 2016 8:55pm
Jayce
Jen: 14
"Well, all things considered," a snick was heard, " I don't suppose you realize why all the money is divided evenly, or why any of your gear isn't gone, or why I'M EVEN STILL HERE!" a lethal copper streak darted from it's sheath, " A resuii thinker, postulating for a thousand moons could not even APPROACH the number of reasons why what i'm doing isn't looting." the silence was thunderous, both looked stunned "nice staff by the by, but would you mind... getting it. out. of. my. FACE!" and with that the engraved copper katana lopped off the end of the sturdy rod with a metallic crash, leaving the wood with a vicious point and a very stunned user. "AAAAAAGHHHHH!" vicious pain lashed out in my skull, and turning I fell, what was almost certainly a tainted blade protruding from between my back ribs.

A shadowy, semi-transparent steel boot arrested my fall.


"wh- who are y-y-you?" I stammer, life slipping into a tepid pool around me.
"your worst, most feverish, nightmare" the creature leaned down and retrieved his blade fading into the black void that filled my skull.

*distant shouting*

"help....... me....I...don't... want...t-t-t"
Wednesday, January 27, 2016 5:44pm
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
Spyred

Jen: 76
After all that had happened before him, Kay managed to break out of his confused haze, snapping to alertness. It's times like these when one's mind kicks into overdrive.

Kay first weaved a hovering ring of fire high above the three via his crystal. The campfire was nice, but it did little to help with the darkness that surrounded them and right now they needed to find a way out. It was the most important thing he could do at this point. As he was casting he turned his head to the only other being apparently fully conscious and asked "...You wouldn't happen to know any first aid, would you? I don't know any healing magic..."

"Unless it's burning wounds together..." he thought grimly to himself. It was something he was hoping not to resort to.

He continued, "...and if you don't know either we need to get him out of here to someone who can." As the area lit up around them, Kay looked about to see what was around him, hoping to find a passage out of this place.
Thursday, January 28, 2016 12:49am
Radiotype
Jen: 38
I snap to attention as I noticed the single, swift motion that sliced through the tip of my staff and into the felo-kisan in front of me.

Shocked, I take a quick two-step back and try to observe what occurred, but all I see is the felo-kisan hybrid in a dark pool, and the a patterned felo with a fire magic crystal, asking if I know how to heal the poor lad.

After a few silent moments, I respond with, "I don't know any healin' magic, atleast, not without a crystal."

"Though, I do know first-aid...", I say as I walk up to the felo-kisan laying on the ground.

Turning him over to observe the wound more closely, I frown, "...but the wound looks too deep fer anythin' I can do, he'll need an actual doctor."

I look to the other two poor souls that didn't make it and tell the patterned felo, "I can patch 'im up, fer now. Rip up some rags from those two," I point to the corpses, "they won't be needin' those clothes anymore."
Friday, January 29, 2016 11:21am
There is no death, only life unending in a different form. -M.H.
Jayce
Jen: 14
a single point of light summonsed me, beckoning, as I floated in oblivion. This was what those who were on the brink of death said appeared to them before they passed on, and that light was an entrance to the next world. I floated towards it, sligtly, and suddenly [i]he[i} was there, the being who assaulted me, [i]The Hunter[i}. though he didn't see me, when I squinted, I saw that there was a wispy veil surrounding him as he walked away. A girl, a sakii appeared beside me and spoke softly, "I wish it could be under better circumstances that we first met, Brother," I nodded, though I did not respond for I was too infuriated by this hunter to wholly register what had been said. "I won't lie to you, you're dying, I can heal you, through the spirit realm, but the wound that is made by that blade, should it not kill," She trailed off, before continuing in a shaky voice, "will mark you as the owner of that blade, by trickery or force." I nodded and thought about the hunter's words 'your worst, most feverish, nightmare' he had called himself. The wound, only moments ago pulsating and contracting with each pained spasm of severed muscle was left only as a scar, that then faded into dark fur. I felt a rage, inhuman and primal welling inside me, and pitched violently... to land on cold stone, in a cold cave, with two very stunned companions, I wasn't done yet. I kicked aside a feral rat and ran, blindly into a side passage drawing my sword and slicing through a stalactite. I arrived at what had drawn me here, sheathing my own sword and drawing the hunter's ancient blade, breaking it over a hardy boulder that also pinned what appeared to be the hunter's quarry. A humanoid slime, with one half hardened by an ice potion. The hunter picked his broken sword up and smiled, while I still had the hilt and part of the blade, I used an incinerating spell, just as the hilt was about to leap from my hands, to destroy the blade in finality. my old wound burned, though not enough to disable me as I drew my sword, and the hunter dropped the remains of his. "no matter," he said," you will live to suffer for this," and disappeared. "thank you," the girl burbled weakly, "take this," and placed a dollop of blue-purple slime into my hand. I saw a crystal floating in the gelatinous blob, vibrant white against the contrasting misty ooze. a layer formed around my sheild hand, dissassembling my glove and incorporating itself with my being, forming several new shapes to best protect me while I fight. Nothing went to waste, the magicwood palms of my glove were used in the gauntlet, and the leather could be used for other things. The other two appeared, both seriously out of breath.((holy long sequence batman!))
Friday, January 29, 2016 4:49pm
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
Jayce
Jen: 14
I'm awake, and not where I originally thought I was, an... inn? it looks like one.

The unholy heat of the room discounted any prior theories as to what I had done after I had been carried, it was all just some feverish abstraction of thoughts.

I brought my hand to wipe my face as I sat up, only to discover that I still had the gauntlet. strange.

(( sorry for being dead, but exams killed my free time, now that they're done I should have more time to be on and participate on this RP and forums in general, thanks for understanding))
Monday, May 2, 2016 5:06am
Darkstripe Bazzalth, son of Kalhindryn the Abstruse.
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