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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Sept 28, 2017 5:54:09 GMT
Radulfr walked into the ball with Wryn, after a decision made out in the gardens. He would not leave her alone again. He would dance with her in this last, final dance, or so that they had heard. It was the least he could do. He walked in with her side by side, entering the brightly light room compared to the outside, his shining blue suit gleaming more under the light of the chandeliers, catching all the exquisite patterns of silver. Indeed he did look odd compared to the usual, however he had matched with his date although unintentionally. After all, Wryn wished to dance, and wished to come here. She looked beautiful in the evening, which among he hadn't seen anything that could quite compare. As they entered, there was a hint of contentment on his face, not minding walking into the crowd despite his mask-less appearance. Not too many were in the ballroom then, or maybe they were just all scattered about, the soft melodies playing in the distance as he could still feel the cold air blowing from the outside. As they made their way further in, nothing had started yet however the man turned to her, reaching out a hand to take. "Ready?" he smiled. A rare smile indeed. After what had happened out there, he felt... different, than usual. Maybe now he was just beginning to enjoy himself. But, he was more pleased to be in her company, to know that he would not fail her again. He hated the ball, yes, but this is what she wanted. He was denied many things in life, but that didn't mean that he could take those things from her. If she took his hand then he would gently grab the other, moving back and forth slowly as what he thought to be dancing. He just tried to move to the rhythm of the song that played, as they were nearer to where the band was playing. His eyes gazed at her with a warm softness, tenderly affection as he found their bodies were getting closer together, the warmth of her against his. His head then turned to the side, eyes closed as they continued, trying to ignore the scars on his hands which hurt from holding hers and the fabric of his sleeves. This was her night. After all that happened, he would not let her go again. Even the scars on his face tingled with the slight air that moved about, however he continued to ignore it, focusing on what they were doing, here and now. The melody continued however it then began to die down, more people filtering in and everyone's attention turned to the king above. At that time Radulfr halted his movement, and stood still as the band stopped playing completely, letting go of her hands as he turned, his focus also shifting up toward the balcony above.
He barely listened to the king's speech. Blah blah blah. He didn't care about whatever these pretentious nobles thought, and turned his head to Wryn again. He wasn't sure if she was paying attention either, but hoped that she was having a good time here. Then, however, his attention then was brought back up there again, where the mages had started chanting and raising their hands in the air. His eyebrow rose in confusion, as he was probably not going to be impressed with whatever firework show they were going to perform, well at least Wryn would enjoy it. But then as their chanting ceased there was a magical flurry of colors hovering in the air, sparkles drifting down toward the audience. Radulfr stared as the silver specks filtered over him and Wryn, and that's when he felt it. Like a huge bang on his head, a wave that was ringing in his head, and he staggered a few steps back as he grimaced, eyes shut tight and grasping his head. What was happening? Radulfr could barely tell what was going on, as his vision was beginning to grow hazy. His eyes opened for a moment, gnashing his teeth together. Then, he felt his form change. In a sudden movement his body shifted, the light blue fabric ripping apart from his body as he lunged forward, a huge mass of white fur covering his whole body, his face elongating turning into a mouth and snarling teeth. His icy blue eyes remained the same in his wolf form, and he landed on all fours as he began to take slow paces on the floor, looking up at the girl with a deathly glare. His many scars were seen across his entire body, shattering his white form of fur. Many were jagged in all places, some straight in others, although they were present at every section of him. His sharp teeth were visible in the form of an angry snarl, as his paws continued to pace along the floor, as if he were circling his prey. Then, as he grew near in front of her, a low growl could be heard from him as he stopped, eyes piercing straight at her. His whole form was writhing and shaking, just as if he were ready to attack. Soon, he gave two sudden barks and lunged forward, in a fast, quick motion at her, his massive body pinning her down onto the floor, both paws at each shoulder. Looking down at her he continued to growl, his sharp claws upon her tender skin perhaps creating some dents as his bold blue eyes stared down at her.
It was then something caught him off guard, the sounds of other noises, animals and humans alike near him. His head turned, and lifting his paws off of her he dashed in that direction, attacking a nearby moose. Teeth tore at its flesh as it then reared, its antlers facing in the direction of the fierce wolf, sending him jumping backwards however the wolf tried again, aiming for its neck as he then managed to pin it down as another animal jumped on its rear, pulling the massive beast down as its blood stained the white wolf's muzzle. His paws continued to scratch at it until it was dead, some parts of the white fur covered in crimson blood. The wolf turned his bloody mane back, almost toward Wryn in the short distance, however his eyes then followed a capybara, and soon sprinted in that direction as well, bloodthirsty in the eyes lost of sanity. It almost looked like a cruel smile with those bright showing teeth of his, however the creature moved fast and soon another person was in front of him. Leaping forward he pinned the screaming woman down onto the ground as well, his large jaw reaching from her chin to her ear, and within a moment the screaming ceased as he continued to tear at her neck. He moved from person to person, animal to animal within the crowd, until one of the guards seemed to have caught up to him. Pointing a lance in his direction Radulfr snarled, lunging again toward the human however the lance broke into his side, piercing the flesh that oozed out with blood. Yet the wolf tried to continue anyway, growling at the prey as then another guard aimed for his lungs, trying to subdue the beast yet not kill him. Radulfr tried to bite it off, continuing to growl and bark loudly at the two however then the human pinned him down again so that he couldn't move, and the immortal guard stabbed him again in the lungs, deeper although not deep enough to fully penetrate him. The wolf could see his vision fading, the lack of oxygen moving to his brain. He took fast breaths, laying on the floor as the guard then removed the weapon, sliding it out from his chest. They both took off to tend to the other animals, though his breathing became slower, and his eyes closed. His breathing was incredibly slow, as it was beginning to get more and more difficult to breath, not recognizing any of the chaos that took place around him.
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Post by Wryn on Sept 28, 2017 7:15:01 GMT
Wryn was hesitant to go back inside. Not because she didn’t want to as much as she was just afraid of upsetting Rad again. But he seemed…different. More in control. He propositioned her for a dance with a smile on his lips. It felt unreal. Like something had come over the man she had only known for a few short months. Softening his rough edges, tempering his fears. She slowly reached out to take his hand. ”You don’t have to do this Rad.” She said softly but he took her other hand and slowly they began to sway. The proximity between them closed and a pale flush came to Wryn’s cheeks. Rad didn’t touch her, and when he did it was rarely more than an offered hand when they were traveling over rocky terrain.
She found herself moving in closer, even letting her head briefly rest against his shoulder as they moved. But then the king was speaking and he pulled away. Wryn’s green eyes reluctantly moved away from Rad and to the man who spoke so elegantly. She had no inclination that it would turn so bad in just a few moments. The magic was beautiful, the effects making her eyes light up with curiosity. She turned to see what Rad thought of it all but he was backing away. Falling to his hands as his body changed. Brilliant white fur breaking through his clothing. ”Rad?” Wryn said softly, her confusion evident. Why…why was he changing now? After refusing too for so long? But then she turned to see others shifting. Screams assaulted her ears and the scent of blood burning her nose.
She was turning back to Rad with something suddenly slammed into her. Knocking her onto her back hard enough to make the air whistle from her lungs. Her green eyes wide as she stared up at the white wolf that she had seen Rad shift into only moments before. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but stare up at him in stunned fearful silence as his claws jabbed at her shoulders and teeth lingered terrifying close to her face. But Rad, her Rad…he would never hurt her. ”What did they do to you?” She whispered just before he took off after another beast. Wryn climbed to her feet in time to see Rad moving on to another victim then another. She was afraid, she wanted to stop him but knew she couldn’t. ”Rad!” She screamed, hoping to break him out of the strange spell he must be under.
And then she saw the blade sink deep into his body. She stumbled forward, dodging bodies and creatures to fall in front of him. Helpless to do any more than wrap her arms around his neck and burry her face in his bloodied white fur. As if she could keep him with her by will alone. ”Its ok Rad, its ok.” She crooned and rocked him. Noticing how his breathing grew more hesitant tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. It was all her fault. She should have never made him come to the ball. She shouldn’t have pestered him so. ”You cant die on me, Rad. I wont let you.” Her voice was muffled by his fur but she refused to move. Not away from the fire of the other weres that were still running amuck. Not from that magic that made the air feel electric. She wouldn’t leave him here because he hadn’t left her. Because despite all of their differences she loved him.
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Post by Eriu Bloodworth on Sept 28, 2017 9:07:43 GMT
Eriu had spent here time happily at the ball, surprised about her nomination for the Under the Sea Feast vote but in the end she had voted for Larkin. Though, she was content that Rhiannon had won, the princess was so beautiful and wonderful at the same time, and she really hoped to meet her maybe at this Final Dance. And so, the fae had made her way into the ballroom when it was time, excitedly listening to the king's speech then looking up at all the pretty colors the mages cast over the audience. She held out a hand that a few silver sparkles landed on before disappearing, but then her attention suddenly bolted upward at the sound of a scream. She looked on in shock as a person turned into a bear, erupting fear into the massive crowd. Soon, one by one the others were beginning to turn as well. She was unprepared for this. Her swords were left back at home, this was supposed to be a fun event in which they participated in. Immediately more screams came from the crowd as they moved about in panic, the frenzy soon catching up with her as she stared forward, wolves going after humans, tigers fighting against lions, this was all chaotic. But then the fae resumed a more firm expression, and fluttered forward as many ran behind her. She didn't know what the king meant about declaring war on the werebeasts and mages, however her mind was focused on getting those to safety and letting the guards take care of the werebeasts. "Everyone! Head for the doors!" she called, and many heads nodded as they rushed in that direction, fortunately the doors were behind where she was. She then moved forward again, landing on the ground as she rushed to the others' aid. But it was hard, as all sorts of animals came in her direction as well, and the fae had to dodge them all from every which way, some birds flying in her direction followed by a large hornet, then a few more animals like a raccoon and a dog but they seemed much more rabid. Many were laying on the ground bloodied or half-sitting in position. She couldn't... save all of them. But she would try to save as many as she could.
Getting a few of them back on her feet she tried to get them behind her, pushing some as she tried to get them away from the incoming creatures. Then, her eyes spotted a fallen over table. "Quickly, over there for now," she called, then got around five people to sneak there past the many animals that were running wild. There were many questions they asked. Why was this all happening? Who was doing this? Were the werebeasts going to be alright after this? She couldn't answer, but one in the party cried in agony, the pain of a broken and bloody knee too painful to stagger over there. She helped him over there, half-carrying him there. She held the side of the table and tried to push it forward, making their way through the crowd slightly, but it was so packed. She turned her head to them. "When you see a break please run for the doors!" she said, but then, suddenly something rammed into the table, sending many of them scrambling toward that direction, all except the injured one that writhed in pain. Peering over the table it was a large polar bear that was trying to get past it, to the fae and the injured man. The polar bear rammed into it again, sending it nearly toppling over the fae but she held it up with effort. "Leave me! Go save the others!" he protested. She looked at him concernedly. "But I just can't leave you here!" But then the polar bear scratched through the table, creating a hole through the wood and Eriu pushed it forward, sending herself forward and the bear tumbling backward. But soon it tossed the table to the side without effort, soon going after the fae with a gruesome roar. Indeed, it was more terrifying than any other bear she ever heard. The fae flew upwards, and around however just barely as the large white paw nearly swiped at her side. She got the bear to turn around luckily, and another grabbed the injured man and brought him toward the doors. Eriu then quickly flew away from the bear and into the chaos, searching for more injured people to help. She then landed on the floor again, just barely missing an eagle that swooped aiming its claws at her. She then looked up to see someone transform into a dragon. Well, that was a good idea. Fortunately the dragon was unlike the rest of the other animals and was sane, although Eriu was extremely confused on how that was even possible. She hadn't even seen a dragon in ages.
Her eyes turned to a young blonde woman holding onto an injured wolf. Eriu rushed to her side, knowing that at any moment she could be in danger if she didn't move from that spot. Whacking away a ferret that leapt toward them, the fae neared toward her. If she cared for the wolf's safety then she should see a healer. "Take him and go to the guest houses! They will have healers there that can help!" she called over the loud panicked screams. Then, a tiger came near, growling as Eriu turned to face it, shielding them from the large feline. "Go!" she said. Once they were both away, the tiger then jumped toward her. Eriu thought that she could get away in time, however the tiger pinned her onto the ground, its large claws tearing at her dress, ripping it into shreds. With one leg she aimed to kick the tiger in the face, temporarily sending its head to the side as she stumbled back. She scurried onto her feet once more, running away from the tiger that was now chasing her from behind. As she then tried to run forward, a gush of fire rushed right in front of her. She could feel the heat barely missing her face. Well, that was a close one. She then looked around, seeing Carlisle although he seemed frozen in place much like everything around him. "Carlisle!" she called nearing him however getting stuck in the spell as well, reaching a hand out to him as the tiger lunged at her in the air, getting frozen in place within that pose as well. |
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Sept 28, 2017 9:44:12 GMT
It’s amazing how the world can go to shit in the blink of an eye. Literally. That’swhat happened with Meridious. One second he was canvassing the ballroom floor while the mages did their gibbery goo, then he blinked and … screams, tearing, blood, and all things macabre.
He and the rest of the King’s guard huddled into formation instantly, weapons drawn and moving with a uniformed quickness they’d rehearsed in overabundance during battle drills, even as the King ranted about the betrayal. However, they were met with stiff resistance. Beast after beast careened into the five man King’s Guard.
The humans beat them back and made progress though, leaving a trail of dismembered furs and meats and broken animals in their wake - cutting through the would be king slayers like a knife through cake. Suddenly, a woman screamed out a directive. Something about getting down and drawing them to her. He barely had time to register it when the flame haired woman took onto a dragon’s form, utterly destroying much of the inside of the building. Because of this, a cluster of debris hurtled throughout the venue at frightening speed, more specifically at them and the King.
That’s not something they train you for in the military.
The guards shielded their king with their bodies, taking a torrent of bludgeoning blows against their fancy armor, to which the sure velocity and impact bowled most of them over, Meridious being one of them. Then came columns of fire that evaporated werebeast and guard alike, Meridious struggling to find his footing again - his back racked with pain. Whoever was doing the pyro act was doing a damn good job though, as it thinned out the immediate threats around them. Whether it was on purpose or not, he didn’t know or care at that point.
Trudging to his vertical base, Meridious snapped his head around, noticing the dragon deliberately sheltering as many people with its wings as possible while also dispatching a tiger and elephant. ”The dragon! Get the King to it! Behind it!” He yelled and turned just in time to spy the Princess scrambling around on the ground with an item in her hand, a beast on the prowl for her.
He knew the other members of the royal family had been in the balcony area, away from the hell going on down below, and thus safe with their own protective personnel. The Princess was a different story. Whomever had been assigned to her was either dead, lazy, or had lost their will the moment the shit hit the fan. Knowing the King would demand the safeguarding of his precious daughter above all else at the moment, Meridious set off without need of the order given. The rest of the King’s Guard would be sufficient in their duties, but little did he know as soon as he departed, the King would snap and begin wailing on Lionel.
Instead of wading into the thick of things like so many had been forced to do, he took to the wall, using it to prevent any attacks from his left side as he moved around toward the Princess’s location. ”PRINCESS!” He bellowed with strong lungs, hoping his voice could lead her to him or at the very least give her a morale boost to let her know help is on the way. Along his traverse, he bumped into a few human guards, and helped them fend off manic beasts. “Come with me! Get to the Princess!” Two filed in line with him, and followed the end of his sword as he pointed through the throng of flying bodies and roaring flames to the Princess.
They were fortunate to receive no further impediment, until they neared her. Out of nowhere, the Commander of the Immortals flung himself into view, wrestling the werebeast around the neck. Meridious ordered the two to help him as he plowed toward the Princess, his blood gorged mace in one hand and longsword in the other. He was momentarily accosted by an eagle’s fly-by attack at his head and eyes, followed by the very same bird strafing by and pelting him with bird shit. ”Fuck!” A few more werebeasts were attracted to the new arrivals and thus Meridious went to town in a bid to fend off the hostiles, wedging himself between them and the downed Princess.
But he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be overwhelmed and overrun and torn to shreds - his men too. ”A little help over here!”
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 28, 2017 14:49:43 GMT
Her lips were still tilted with the same mischievous look that she'd had when she'd entered the ballroom the first time when she entered it once again. It was crowded, and immediately, the mage moved from the crowd. She hated being squished in among people, and there was a small nook filled with shadows. A lover's place to pause, perhaps. There was a small statue within it, but plenty of room, and she stepped there to be out of the way of people. Because of her dress and the darkness of her skin, she seemed to replace the statue's place, a life-sized statue within the nook now, just a step above the rest of everyone. Shimmer was still then, debating whether she was going to call her luck and just leave, or actually try another dance. Her dance with the Commander of the Immortal Army wasn't so bad, despite having had to tolerate another touching her. That was not good at all.
The king finally arrived. Petty king. Human, powerless. Worthless. The only reason humans were of note was sheer numbers. Without that, they were no match for many of the other races. But there he was, the host. Speaking. Always speaking. And the mages, working with him to provide a show. Shimmer hid her glower. How could these fools work for him in such a way? She by no means wanted war, but she knew just how tentative the peace was. She had grown up in the streets of human-populated cities. They had no more love for mages than they did for bugs. The King's speech was as fake as his first, and the mages began their chant...
From there, all hell broke loose. The werebeasts all shifted, almost as one, and then attacked those closest to them. In mere moments the entire room was splattered with blood, filled with angry shouting, screams, blood... and then fire. She darkened the shadows she stood in to ensure she wasn't so much of a target as she decided the best course of action. The flames that were suddenly present made her eyes find Ea, standing above others, his robe disintegrating around him as his own heat ate them away. Not even a minute later, a dragon shifted in the entry of the room, sheltering innocents and defending them from the were-beasts that were savaging anyone they could get there hands on. As she processed what had gone wrong, that the mages had forced the werebeasts to shift, much as she had done to another recently, fury exploded in her. The words of war that had come from the king's lips, even more so. Fools. They had brought this upon themselves.
Dancing through the shadows of the battle at the edges, she darted her way toward the Dragon. she needed to get higher, where she could see everything. Her skirts flowed behind her, dark legs flashing in the front as she bolted. It was mere moments crossing the ballroom, but felt like much longer as she watched the carnage around her coldly. Blood spilled and she merely made sure she didn't slip in it. And then, there it was, the dragon looming in front of her. She had no time to explain what was needed, instead, she simply shot herself up in a powerful leap that was magically enhanced by a whirlwind of air. Shadows still clung to her, and she landed on Trudy's scaled back with a small thump. Immediately she stood and looked over the room, tearing out several beads from her hair. A swift chant sent them seeking the mages who had started it all. They had started what could turn into a war. There were mage-children, yet un-found, in human cities. If mages were at war with humans, these children would die. If such had happened when she was young, she would have died. Unacceptable.
Fury ran through her, lending her extra power, if nothing else, and she ignored any protests from the enormous beast underneath her, solidifying her stance as her eyes sought the beads with her magic. There were three of the mages still in the room, hiding, and her next moment of magic was instinctual. Her hand reached out, twisted, as if in their robes, and then lifted up, shooting the three mages roughly eight feet into the air. Her voice boomed. "FOOLS! Traitors! You put us all in danger!" Jury, Judge and Executioner, shadows twisted around her in ethereal display as the three men struggled against her magical grip, which only tightened around them. Moments later the crack of their bones echoed through the chamber, enhanced by being above so much of the rest of the noise. If the crack wasn't enough, their screams of pain were. Three of them, sharp, and high, and abruptly cut off as she snapped their necks one at a time before dropping them in crumpled heaps on the ground.
Furious still, her bloodlust not yet sated, she looked over the carnage of the battlefield. A battle in a ballroom. She almost giggled maniacally at that thought. The werebeasts were not fully at fault, for they were no longer themselves. Who was the real enemy here?
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Post by Justus Delago on Sept 28, 2017 15:04:43 GMT
Justus had seen plenty of battles in his day , he had been alive for a long time being immortal. His dad had seen many more battles in his time then he had and they had drove him crazy. Those battles drove him so crazy that he wanted to end his life and he knew he had to end it. Being a immortal you live through birth and death of everyone else. Immortals lived forever usually , those that didn't usually took their own lives or they were men that lost their lives in battle. Looking around this was something that Justus had seen before , for the humans here however this was something they weren't use to . They probably had never really seen battle , neither had the human king probably. Justus's mind was racing with so many different things at once , the room was chaotic and there was so much going on. Even while trying to stun the werebeast he was trying to keep his eye on his queen. Elysia had never seen what battle looked like. She had never seen multiple people be slaughtered in such a way. He had never wanted her to see things like this and this was the very thing he wanted to keep away from her. In his eyes this was unforgivable and he knew that when they got back ; he would have to have a discussion with his advisers and with Connor. This was a declaration of war and Justus didn't take this lightly. There was no room for apologizes , there was no room for any of that. As a king you had a duty to protect your people and to abide by the treaty. The treaty was clearly broken tonight and there was no turning back. In the distance Justus could hear someone yell to get down before a dragon appeared in the room , stone flying everywhere as the walls come tumbling down. Justus dodged the stones and wild werebeasts. He knew that the werebeasts weren't up to this , he didn't want to blame them for any of the magic that had been placed on them. This was unfair and unjust. He was still pushing through the chaos , looking over to see Connor giving orders and helping to make sure that everyone was on the same page. Sometimes Connor and himself could butt heads , but Justus trusted Connor's opinion and he also admired the man. Justus was hard to get along with , but he was never a horrible leader. If it was one thing people would always say about Justus was that he did what was good for his people and he put his own needs to the side. He watched as Elysia was escorted out and she commanded for more soldiers to protect him. He worried about himself , more about her. Anytime that he was in battle , he always kept the mentality that he was going home. He didn't want Elysia to worry about that. Justus's eyes shot back to the now human guards slaying werebeats , his eyes narrowed. " This creatures lives matter like yours. Whatever voodoo magic your king had done to this beings , is what's making them like this. We need a mage that can undo this ! If you can't hold them off - maybe you guys should concentrate of escorting people out and let the immortals take them out peacefully huh? , he sneered at the young man. All the while placing another werebeats to sleep. The immortals had different types of powers. He had telepaths , people with mind different strengths. Justus looked at Connor for a quick question in what should be done. Justus looked up at the mage that had climbed on the dragon's back. He kept the werebeasts away from both the dragon and the mage. Doing what he had to peacefully. Connor Lachesis Meridious Risgar |
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Post by Noelle Luna on Sept 28, 2017 17:01:24 GMT
Noelle's arm was bleeding badly , she was stumbling trying to push past people just to get out. The room was getting to hot and she felt like she was going to pass out if she didn't get out of the crowded room. There was so much going on all around her and she could feel her heart melting , melting because of all the people that were losing their loves and melting because the person that she thought she was in love with had tried to kill her. Noelle knew it wasn't Romeo , that wasn't like him but she didn't know how to feel. She just knew that she needed to head to her father's house. She could heal herself and then she could possibly heal others. One thing she knew she couldn't do - was mentally get over what had happened through. A dragon appeared in the room and tore down the walls. Tears were falling from her eyes as she tried to get out of the ballroom. It was all just too much to think about , the only thing she could think about was getting away from Romeo and trying her best to get somewhere safe. It seemed like no where was safe however. Finally Noelle found her way out of the walls of the ballroom and started running, She kicked her shoes off and tried to find a horse to take.
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Post by Rhiannon Dufour on Sept 28, 2017 22:58:03 GMT
She didn't get lost in her thoughts or anything like that, this was not the time or the place and she had no time for it. She needed to help people...help the ones that had been taken over by whatever the hell spell had been cast on them. Bracing her hand on the ground when she saw some jump towards Killian, she pushed through the pain in her leg and hoisted herself up. "Don't hurt him!!" She cried out and hearing a sound behind her she turned and wanted to do more than just stand there like an idiot,"He doesn't know what's going on.... he has no control. Please don't hurt him, he's my friend." She ripped her skirt at the bottom where it was already shredded and tore off a length of it. Bending down she tied it around her her calf as tightly as she could to stop the bleeding. Turning her head at the sound of Princess be shouted across the hall, she saw one of her father's men moving towards her, Meridious. "Save the others. I'm fine.... Don't hurt the Were." she shouted, with anger in her voice. "They have no idea what they're doing...what's going on. Do NOT kill them......We need a mage..someone that cane put them to sleep till we can figure out what the hell is going on." Turning she saw people cowering behind an up turned table and pointed out the door that she and Killian had come inside from. "Go. That's the garden. Go, NOW." She watched them run off and turned back to see another person approaching and also seeming to feel like she did about not hurting or killing the Were's. "If I see one of you raise your swords to kill the Were....I will see that blade used on you. If you aren't willing to help save everything, go." Turning she limped quickly towards another upturned table near them where more humans hid. "Go. Get to the garden now." She was worried about Killian....wanted to check on him and it bothered her a lot more than she was willing to admit that she couldn't hear him answering her or talking to her. The silence...was a clear sign, someone...was trying to use them as a weapon. Meridious Risgar Connor Lachesis Killian Cruz |
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Post by Killian Cruz on Sept 28, 2017 23:35:11 GMT
The princess swung her means of safety in front of her as he attempted to move in. She fell to the floor and it was his chance his hind legs launched him into the air and braced for the impact on the small mortal princes. However, it wasn't her fragile form beneath his razor sharp claws but Connor who had intercepted him. It wasn't the one he was aiming for but in his rabid mind, he didn't care. Jaws parted snapping towards his head as he pressed his heavyweight into the man. Hisses and snarls escaped him as he claws at the body. Twisting and turning though not trying to fully get away as to rather damage the commander who had foolishly intercepted. There was no acknowledgment that he knew this man despite the sweet smell he remembered him by. Large front paws wrapped around Connor in any way he could get him while trying to remain on top... until...
A sharp pain seared through his form immediately causing the cat to start to fight to retreat. He wriggled and writhed attempting to bite and claw at whatever held him. He was using his back legs to push him backward now instead of forwards, shoulders pulling in tight as he ducked. Unlike wolves, the felines were far more capable of squeezing out of tight spots and a humans arms were no different. It was like his skin slid so easily over his muscular form. Once he kicked his legs and jackrabbited backward he gave Connor one final hiss and swat as he backed off. Ears lay flat as his body hunkered down looking almost like he could spring back at him or around him to the now standing princess. He could hear her words in pleading with Connor to not hurt him but the words sounded foreign and far away. In a fake charge, he tried again but seen the gleam of the commander's knife and backed off as he outstretched his front paw again to swipe. Claws were aiming to strike for skin but Connor didn't seem to be allowing the cat to move much further. They were at a draw and despite the violent ripping he could feel the cat doing he knew better than to try again. Lowering once more it was then he decided he had better run before he got a worse wound than the one he had already received. Darting passed people he slipped out towards the gardens and into the shadows.
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Post by Gertrude on Sept 29, 2017 8:22:31 GMT
She was used to the open field warfare, where she’d swoop down and across on strafing runs. Never did she have to see nor deal with the face to face aspect of it. The type of thing that gives people nightmares afterward, even if they were lucky enough to survive. To see this, creatures of all creeds and colors slaughtering each other gave her pause. She froze.
The only thing that snapped her back into the thick of things was the upheaval of fire that erupted all around her. Fire - it’s her biggest strength but also her biggest vulnerability - it’s the curse of her kind. Luckily it seemed the fire was targeting werebeasts that were bent on maiming and ones that were charging at her too.
On top of that, an oddity of a woman ran toward her. She tried to protest but her draconic utterances were lost on the lady or so it would seem, because she disregarded Trudy’s warnings and flew up on her back. Moments later three mages fell dead, their somas contorted and twisted unnaturally. Things were going too fast around her. Fire, blood, bodies, guts, bile, the whole rigmarole.
Unbeknownst to her, some of the flames had reached the base of the chandeliers roughly six feet above her, where they connected to the ceiling. And just like that, the flaming silver and glass gave way, plummeting down onto her right wing. It instantly flared up like a wild fire across it, sending Trudy into a hysteria of pain. She lost control, her vulnerability engaged. She trashed about and let slip a roar of pinkish orange fire, the force of it akin to the finger of an angry god. It arched from wall to ceiling, across the ceiling and down the wall on the other side.
The heat and force incinerated anyone and everything in its path, but also, as sheer luck would have it, burned and blew out the walls, opening up a sizable hole in them exposing the outside and the liberty that awaited anyone who could make it through the holes. The downside, however, was the same had happened to the ceiling and roof. The materials of it were rocketed into the sky, only to start free falling back down like flaming little meteorites.
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Sept 29, 2017 9:37:13 GMT
With his sword caught horizontally in the mouth of a werewolf, done so by his fast reflexes to block it and save Princess from harm, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing from behind him. Had the Princess gone mad too? Had her mind turned to mush? She wanted restraint? Seriously? Her diatribe continued even as he saw a wereboar charging toward them out of the corner of his eye. He brought his mace into play, bashing down on the crown of the beast before it could ram the guts out of him, the Princess and whomever else was behind them.
Had it lived or died? He didn’t know. All he knew and cared about was the protection of the princess, whom he was bidden to shield from harm at any cost - even if it’s the life of a rampaging werebeast who knew no better. Telling a soldier, a knight, a king’s guard to go easy on things in the middle of a full blown shitfest of blood and battle was like putting a tray of food in front of a starving man and telling him not to eat.
Of course she wouldn’t understand this. She’d never read a book on these things nor picked up a blade. She’d been neglected and because of it grew a rebellious streak. It was only fitting she pulled something like this, although that was lost on Meridious. He had one goal. One mission. Protect the princess at the cost of his own life or the life of anyone who wished her harm.
If she didn’t like that, then she could take it up with her father later and get him to rewrite the vows of the knights oath. Until then, she was stuck with him whether she liked it or not.
”I take my orders from the King, not you miss Princess!” He bellowed back at her, over shoulder. He managed to wrest the blade from the wolf, or rather the wolf let it go and bit him along the arm, its long fangs penetrating his armor. He groaned and reacted as any knight would, by bringing the weapon in his opposite hand, in this case the mace, into the ribcage of the animal. It whimpered and let go, flopping onto its side.
Intermingled with the Princess’s verbal absurdity toward him, so too came the scathing remarks from the King of the Immortals. Meridious snapped his head toward him real quick, then surveyed the chaotic scene all around them. The King of the Immortals had little care for the death of the humans, all he seemed to care about were the werebeasts, whom he nor anyone else of the Immortals, save for Connor, were doing much about.
”Well if your immortals can put them to sleep, then do it and stop talking from your grandstand up there!” He retorted in a voice just as loud and laced with conviction as the king's. Just then, three dead mages fell, and he spotted the Shimmer mage atop the dragon. He paused a moment, hoping the words from the Immortal King and the Princess were true about needing a mage to solve this and not blades. He backed up next to the royal woman as she barked orders at both him and the people behind the table.
Nope. Still a shitfest. ”Well so much for that theory!” he thundered at both the Princess and the Immortal King, as he motioned to the dead mages then the mage atop the dragon, whom seemed to be helping by dropping the treacherous finger wigglers. One thing was correct though; The Princess had the right idea about escaping through the area leading to the gardens. He spun to her and the huddled mesh of scare people. ”She’s right. Follow the Princess. I’ll protect you best I can.”
And just when things couldn't get any worse, the dragon's wing was set ablaze and it reacted with a great fury. Blinding, bright pink and orange engulfed a large area of the room, the heat from the concussion blast alone was felt along Meridious's face, and then the flames arched....
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Sept 29, 2017 10:28:10 GMT
It all happened so quickly. If Solara had been of the religious sort and believed in an eternal punishment, this was what she would have pictured. She lost Connor early on in the bustling crowd. Before the mages cast some strange spell that made her skin tingle. And then the weres lost their minds. Forced to shift and begin attacking those around them in a manner that seemed completely out of turn. Her dark eyes had turned accusingly to the human king who belted out accusations, reasons for war. But was this not his event? Had he planned all of this? People were shoving in their desperation to get away from the danger. Away from the guards that grappled with wild beasts, away from the mages that lashed out in the only way they could, away from the enormous dragon that shifted and despite seemingly trying to shelter people from the onslaught became just another voice in the madness.
What could be done? They needed to find who had cast this spell and get them to reverse it. But it was too late. Blame was being thrown around and the true victims became everyone. Not a single race was safe from the danger. But it did appear that the mages and the weres were getting the worst of it. She glimpsed her king, the fleeting sight of the queen. Connor as he grappled with a beast. The sweet human knight from earlier. Everyone just trying to find some reason amidst the chaos, some unobtainable cure.
Solara had the presence of mind to move against a wall to avoid the majority of pushing and shoving bodies. Her analytical mind searching for a solution but she couldn’t think of one. Thankfully the immortal guards were only trying to subdue the werebeasts now instead of put them down. This wasn’t them. They were attacking their own people, couples she had seen spinning happily earlier that night were now at one another’s throats. It was a great guffaw of fire that pulled her attention back to the dragon who had been licked by fire. Her bellowing blast having not only blown out a wall but a good segment of the roof. A situation that had been incredibly dangerous was now punctuated by stones raining down on the helpless people the beast had strived to protect moments before.
Solara was pushed into action then, pushing her way through the crowd toward a dragon. A beast that she had hunted once upon a time but now ran toward. ”Calm yourself!” She yelled as loudly as she could, a dragon was by far the largest threat and it appeared the creature had reached its limit. The fire on her wing was impossible to miss. She wasn’t stupid enough to try to climb atop an angry lizard but she did snatch a soiled curtain that had been pulled down by the crowd and tossed it toward the firey mess that lay on the beasts wing. Hoping to knock the remnants of the chandelier away and stop the fire from spreading. Maybe, hopefully, stopping the dragon from bringing the castle down upon them.
She turned to survey the room again, feeling the sudden painful clam of teeth on her hand and before the attack even really registered she tried to yank her hand back. It was a medium sized feline. Pupils wide despite the firey light that filled the room. ”Damnit!” She gasped and making a fist connected a blow with the feline’s skull just behind the eye. It wasn’t enough to kill it by any means but the blow addled it for a moment, long enough to get her hand back. She staggered back while cradling her bleeding hand against her chest, her jaw tightening against the pain of it. The crowd provided a key distraction and the beast turned its eyes on a new target. It made no sense, any of this. And again she couldn’t help but wonder if this entire even was concocted by the king as a way to thin out the races that he feared most.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 29, 2017 14:05:06 GMT
Three mages rose into the air, three he recognized from being in the king's pay. Satisfaction, swift and bitter, followed in the wake of their deaths. They deserved no better than the agonies they had been inflicted with. He glanced back to see the dark woman mounted upon the dragon and gave a slight nod. Lledrith mages were not to be trifled with. Turning his eyes back to the battle, he sent a wall of flame racing across the ballroom floor, cutting off the charge of a few werebeasts who had just finished gutting some guards in a corner. The silk robes he had commissioned for the event disintegrated from his shoulders, turned to ash. The tribal pattern of lines and dots that made up his mage's mark burned black as a brand on his back. His skin almost shimmered with the heat of him.
An odd coldness had begun to grow in the pit of Ea's stomach, chill fingers slowly climbing up his spine. He shuddered despite the flames around them, his skin blanched pale and shining with sweat. The pillars and spouts of flame grew smaller and easier to evade. This kind of sustained battle magic was not what he was good at. His gut churned at the sight of the chaos and death around him. Every sound seemed strangely muffled and far away. The screaming. The sound of falling stone. The pained roar of the dragon. He felt sluggish, unable to even turn and see what had caused it. His eyes still sought targets. He saw a number of guards approaching, most of them sporting battle wounds at this point. He stretched out a hand towards them but before he could summon flame again something heavy and hard struck his shoulder.
The piece of roof, falling like a meteor, had done it's work before it even struck the table. He staggered and fell to a knee with a sharp cry of pain. Then the guards had reached him. One fisted a hand in the tangle of his copper hair to drag him off the table, fury and loathing twisting in his face. Ea tried to blink back the blackness welling at the edges of his vision and saw a brief image of the king, seemingly in battle with his own guards. Snarling, the fire mage called on the last of his strength and a screeching falcon of flame shot towards King Victor and his guards.
Then a mailed fist smashed into his face and there was only darkness after that.
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Post by Justus Delago on Sept 29, 2017 15:32:53 GMT
Justus eyes narrowed over at Meridious. " You self righteous little prick. You've probably seen no battle at all , after all you are human and the war has been over since before your mother probably thought of the mistake she was making. You know nothing about battle or about war. You've probably rarely seen such blood shed in one place and you humans. Besides you princess don't get it ! You kill beings for something that is not their fault , when you could be finding a mage to put them to sleep ? Or you dare to actually talk to me with such ... distaste or unknowing about something you have no experience with. Think about the innocent you are killing before you tried to read me boy. I should have your tongue but it seems like your princess ... along with Connor and myself are trying to do things that right way. Think about long term for a second boy.The mages will be divided but they will be at war with you. You're killing werebeasts.. they will know you set them up here in this ballroom and they will be at war with you too. Us Immortals ... well we aren't going to side with you at all. Your odds are slim , so perhaps you should listen for once instead of be a prestigious , loose cannon f***ing brat. I am protecting you and protecting them. There are more of us , then it is of them. Putting them to sleep should be no problem and it eliminates the treat. I see my commander is doing very well without slaughtering the werebeasts. Maybe you aren't as good as you try to make yourself out to be." , Justus yelled over screams as he kept putting werebeasts to sleep. His strength again he had to restrain , with a quick grasp of his hands he could have easily snapped a neck. " As you are here in battle and your king is not." , he merely rolled his eyes with annoyance of the human king's guard. There hadn't been a battle like this in years. How could the human king even train his soldiers for something like this ? There had been no major blood shed for years and he could see the incompatibly the human soldiers lacked. Almost all of the immortal guard and soldiers had seen battle , they had been alive for decades... some even for centuries. One thing that did impress Justus however was the fast thinking the princess had understood, perhaps Meridious should have been listening to her rather then belittling and criticizing her for her progressive thinking. Especially in front of foreigners. But again that was none of this concern , if that was the way the human king let his command talk to his own daughter who was he to say a thing. But for the moment he was pack to putting the werebeasts to sleep. Thanks to his guards most of them were being handled , the other part of them had been slaughtered by the humans simps that seemingly didn't know any better. It was their problem now and if a human thought they could possibly come up against the werebeasts in a war because they were just ready for blood , it was against their problem. Out the corner of his eye he saw Solara. She had fend off a werebeasts but now her hand was bleeding. Motioning one of the immortals that had some healing power over to her. " Let him fix your hand ? It's just going to take a minute. Besides , he's a good multi tasker." , he was being light as he looked at her for a second. A softer expression on his face before he turned back to survey the battle. " Home stretch. Please let's do this the right way everyone. I'm sure we'd all like to get home. We all can't comfortably keep ourselves out of battle when people are dying. He was taking a dig at human king." , rolling his eyes again. The flames made the room hundred times hotter then it had been before , seeing Meridious across the room he he sprint and put himself with his back to the flame to take most of it. " If you have it in you. Get the humans out , get them out now." , he pressed through his teeth. He could take the flames , his skin was like a indestructible metal but that didn't mean he didn't feel the pain. And the human princess , as much as she was trying to help. She needed to leave too. " is there chambers down below that you can take people , I know you have hidden corridors away from here or something. How about you lead the humans to safety , some of my men will cover you. And also take creatures that can't fend for themselves." , he voice was that of strength. The ballroom walls were torn down , there were places for people to escape but running out into the middle of nowhere in the dark was also a bad idea. If he could take people to safety , they could build a wall and protect them until he could lock them somewhere safe. This was a castle , they had rooms for this very reason. Or he hoped they would have. Invading this long ago , he remembered talk of placing that were hard to destroy unless one had a cannon.
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 29, 2017 15:38:18 GMT
Distantly, Shimmer heard the human princess shouting, her voice carrying over the crowd as she demanded those near her not kill her friend, and any other weres. Non-lethal force, sleep, even. Her eyes narrowed in thought. Her eyes recognized Ea on his table once again as he turned a glance to her. Did he nod in approval? And as she took the moment to think of her next move, the chandelier crashed down upon the dragon's wing, and the mage slipped as Trudy heaved under her, letting out a roar accompanied by fire. No longer could she focus on the princess, for it was her own life that might be in danger now. The dragon's wing lit up as if it were dry tinder, fire racing over her hide. On the ground, as Shimmer scrabbled for a solid grip, and found one, she heard a cry to calm, and saw a cloth thrown over the fire. But it was too late. The fire had eaten away at one of the walls with it's desparate force, and now the roof would be much less stable. There was no room for a dragon in an unstable building. She'd bring it down! Shimmer focused for a moment and then chanted, putting a platform of solid air under her feet. Another chant brought the rest of the fire off of Trudy's wings. The mage compressed the flame into a magical ball in her hand before she put it out. Air twisted around her as she shot forward to hover on her platform for a moment near Trudy's head. "Change back!" She screamed. "Get the people at your feet out! Before you bring down the ceiling too!" She didn't wait to see if Trudy obeyed. She had a more desperate task at hand, and it would mean a walk through the ballroom and it's dangers. The human princess called for sleep. She, at least, wanted an end to this conflict. Perhaps it would be better if she was Queen, rather than her father being King. Obviously she had a better relationship with other races. Between the call for sleep, and the need for more energy, Shimmer had an idea. It was one that violated the moral code that her once mentor had tried to put into her. But she didn't really care now. His moral code was not hers. A low chant came, her mark glinting as her hands moved in a swirl of gestures. As she chanted, she lowered toward the ground, and her feet finally touched the floor gently. But once she had reached the ground, she was done. The nearby were's that were still fighting, she reached for with her magic, sucking energy out of them without their consent. One by one, the were's near her fell, leaving those they attacked free. Even with that few of them, Shimmer already felt half recharged. She started walking through the ballroom, her spell targeting specifically were's for the most part. As she moved though, she found some of the guards decided to attack weres while the beasts were down as well. These she tapped into directly until they too collapsed, leaving a wake of stillness as she walked. The only pause in her walk was when she turned towards where Ea had gone down. A circle of guards was still around him, the men kicking the mage that had lit so much of the hall on fire. Fury flared in her, and she snarled as she reached for those guards, and twisted her hand in a grip, making a motion that threw them into what was left of the fray, and away from the fire-mage. Fierce eyes glowed with the power she had siphond off of others. They sought her next target but the battle was falling into pockets of small fights as some weres persisted but many were bloody on the floor, wounded mixed with the dead, weres and humans alike. Her eyes sought her next target, and found... the king, among his circle of guards. His daughter would make a better Queen. With deadly intent, she began to stride towards him, still sucking energy from those she passed, and letting them collapse like discarded tissues. Gertrude Rhiannon Dufour Victor Dufour |
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