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| Topic Started: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:56 am (137 Views) | |
| Nkiruka | Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:56 am Post #1 |
 
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Nkiruka and Zaki had developed a strange friendship since they reunited last spring. They lounged peacefully in a rented subset of the Istan City public bathhouse, chatting and sipping on their favorite drinks. Nkiruka's uncharacteristically friendly demeanor and the general lack of hostility in the air gave no indication whatsoever that, just a few hours prior, they had beaten the living tar out of each other. "... But other than that, it's a lot better," the soldier continued after taking a long sip from a glass of coconut milk. She rested her arms along the rim of the baths and re-crossed her legs. "You start to appreciate the little things, like being able to totally lean back on something. Been a while since I've felt my shoulderblades touch the back of a chair, even." Nkiruka had already pointed out to Zaki the two long, parallel scars down her back where once there were wings; she was proud of her "battle scars" and wanted to show them off to the veteran. This sort of chatter continued for a while as they caught up with each other, telling stories of their whereabouts. Apparently, Zaki had met Nkiruka's student Rinrae Dromigg in the frozen north -- that girl must be constantly moving, Nki thought, although the soldier's first response to that story was to remark about how cold it must be up there. It was plainly evident from both Zaki's skill and her stories that she was tough; Nkiruka deemed her very worthy of her respect. When the subject veered towards Nkiruka's work, the woman gave kind of a chuckle. "Well, last night my CO gave me a huge execution warrant." She took another sip of her drink and grinned at Zaki. "You probably heard about that drow wench, right? Olis... something? Well, the army got word of an assembly. The ash-skin's calling together a whole slew of wanted criminals. It's those slimy ones too, like alchemists and necromancers and stuff. All in one place. ...Dumbasses." Nkiruka ran her hand under the water, washing off the big cut on her arm that Zaki had inflicted earlier. The slash cleanly bisected a thin tattoo. "Anyway, the sultan wanted to send some army rangers down there to help deal with the problem. Probably doesn't want to risk that Olis wench tipping the balance of power or something. Normally I wouldn't be highly ranked enough for this sort of thing, but Captain thought my 'unique skillset' would be useful here." She pointedly looked at Zaki to gauge the woman's reaction. Nkiruka hadn't gone into such detail for no reason. Her lips curled into a taunting sneer, showing off rows of white teeth. "You know, Zaki... you're pretty good, but you're not that good. I bet you couldn't execute more of them than me." She playfully tapped the side of her glass before taking another big sip of coconut milk, finishing the whole thing. "Not that you'd even try, of course. You'll just make some silly excuse about honor to hide the fact that you're scared of losing to me." It was pretty clear by then that Nkiruka was just goading her friend into joining her in the Underdark; Zaki loved to fight, and these guys were probably some of the most powerful people in Imythess. Even though Nkiruka didn't enjoy killing people, she would definitely get a kick out of seeing some sort of strong emotional reaction in Zaki. Egging on the fairly stoic woman was unusually amusing. |
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| Zaki | Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:25 am Post #2 |
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Zaki sunk a little lower into the baths, adjusting her shoulder slightly. Her arms rested on the stone bench besides her hip. A smile and a nod accompanied the end of Nkiruka's comment. "Getting chunks taken out of you is no fun at all." The monk agreed. She folded her legs and adjusted her back a tiny bit. The benches in baths were never comfortable for her, she was much too tall. But Nkiruka fit pretty much perfectly, and was probably thoroughly enjoying it now that she had no wings. It seemed like giant, soaked appendages would vastly reduce one's capacity to enjoy a bath. Their conversation continued. "I've heard of it. I thought it was a nasty rumor or something. But if you've got the warrant, must have some shred of truth, eh?" Zaki suggested. Inky said that her commanding officer wanted her to act on that warrant. Zaki blinked a few times and stared at her own knees. Her friend immediately began taunting her, and Zaki rolled her eyes. "I enjoy fighting, but I don't see the reason to have a competition to see who kills the most. Too morbid." Zaki said with a chuckle. She rose from the pool and flicked her hair at the woman. "No use in dawdling. Someone else might try to claim the bounty for themselves." The tall woman stated. "You see, the art to making a good sigil is aggressive, wide strokes." Zaki explained. Her index and pointer finger traced out a massive ash sigil on great stone doors, with sweeping gestures. A pair of guards moaned weakly at her feet, nursing bleeding wounds. She stepped back to observe her ashen handywork. With a nod of approval the armored figure grabbed the drow at her feet and dragged them into a nook. She clapped her armored hands together, filling the cavern with a crash of metal. The sigil answered with a wave of force, the crack of an explosion and blossoming heat and light. Dust poured down on her shining helmet, and she stepped out and into the cavern. With the Istani word for raise, her shields lifted from her with a few arcs of arcane light. She leveled her halberd and advanced through the dust cautiously. Her boots went from the mud and stone floor of the cavern to the polished stone of the doorway. She paused momentarily. Before her lay a gaping hole, smoking wreckage and shattered stone. "Looks like no one cares that we busted down their door. Must be one hell of a party if they couldn't hear that." Zaki rumbled. |
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| Nkiruka | Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:49 pm Post #3 |
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"Believe me. I know," Nkiruka said dryly. This wasn't the first time she'd seen the explosive work of a Burning Fist. She made sure she was plenty far away -- and had her ears plugged -- when Zaki initiated the explosion that destroyed the door. When the coast was clear, she caught up to the armored woman and walked alongside her into the smooth obsidian tunnels. Her steel shinguards, a new addition to her patrol uniform, clattered with each step. The narrow tunnels were impossibly elaborate; they reminded her of countless undead hives. Nkiruka ran her hand across the stone with a vaguely disapproving stare. "Yeah. We'll see." The main pathway branched off into countless smaller walkways that faded into blackness. Even with the eyes of a cat, the soldier couldn't see beyond a certain point. "This is more complex than I thought it'd be," she remarked. "We should stay close to the main path. Probably leads to a central chamber." Tiny orbs of light on the walls appeared a bit further inside to light the travelers' way. Nkiruka unsheathed her two shortswords, but let her arms drop to her sides. After a few minutes of silence, she decided to resume their previous conversation. "Morbid, huh? You'll maim people, but you won't test your skills against me." A smug grin tugged at the edge of her mouth, revealing hints of a wolfish fang. Further into the caverns, Nkiruka stopped. "Undead." She lifted her black-runed sword in front of Zaki, pointing at an offshoot to her left. "That way." |
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| Zaki | Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:27 am Post #4 |
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The crunch of her steps and the rattle of iron rings followed Zaki as they walked. It was oddly quiet, even though there were flickers of body heat and fire in the halls. The soldier lead with her speartip cautiously, probing the slight darkness as she went. "It seems like they built it as they went. Just made a rabbit-warren since they didn't have a unified plan." Zaki muttered. Still no unified front came rushing at them, they simply strode through a drow matron's palace. Blood and viscera stained some of the walls, and in more than a few places a corpses was nestled into a pile of rubble or crammed into a niche in the wall. "Maybe they all killed each other? Seems kinda tough to run a meeting of evil," Zaki commented. Nkiruka commented on her earlier statement. "I try not to kill people if I can't help it. Can't fight them again if that happens." Zaki replied. She also didn't want to reveal to Inky she rather disliked killing. The rather bloodthirsty Istani army fighter would probably laugh in her face. They walked for a while longer before Inky paused. "Even though they won't pay for minions, no reason not to crush them." Zaki suggested. With a smile hidden beneath steel plate she bolted off. A few metal stomps later she stumbled into a room with several sewn together, bipedal abominations. They turned to look at her slowly. Her gleaming halberd thrusted up, piercing one through the side of the head. She withdrew the weapon with a kick of a burning foot, flame gouting out and immolating part of the room as she spun about to deal with a new target. |
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| Nkiruka | Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:22 pm Post #5 |
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Nkiruka landed hard in front of Zaki, bringing down both shortswords. Blood sprayed into the roaring flames as steel tore into flesh and bone, slicing a jagged line through the abomination. She wheeled around, using the force of the rotation to launch the creature into the roiling fire. The soldier paused to look at Zaki. Her face was blank at first -- like usual -- before she flashed the woman a smile. "That's one." The room was fairly large, actually, with a high obsidian ceiling. Constructs strained against their confines, baring rows of teeth or raking hooked claws. Nkiruka darted around Zaki and thrust Leviathan's Fang through the bars of a large cage, impaling the throat of a bearlike flesh golem. "Two." She tore it out, flourished it, and spun toward a smaller undead as it leaped at her back, a broken chain trailing its ankle. It caught itself on the blade, screamed, and fell. Nkiruka finished it off by slamming the heel of her boot into its skull. "Three. Zaki, are you keeping track?" she called over to her friend. Her sensitive hearing picked up footsteps across the room. A tall, wiry man emerged from the shadows, a pile of scrolls tucked under his arm. There was some sort of mechanism wrapped around one of his eyes, covering it with a thick green glass lens. Despite the absolute lack of subtlety on the part of the two Istani, he actually jumped in surprise when Nkiruka's body slammed -- elbow-first -- into his gut. Pinned against the opposing wall in the blink of an eye, one sword to his throat and the other to his gut, the alchemist violently spat out a mouthful of blood. "Istan Army. Are you assisting the drow matron Olis-...the drow matron living here?" His voice elevated to a shout. "Help! Intruders! Someone--" Nkiruka frowned. He probably wouldn't be walking through these tunnels so freely if he wasn't allied with her. "I have a warrant for your execution. Sorry." She raised Arivaz from his stomach and cleanly cut his throat with its superior edge. "Four, Zaki." |
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| Zaki | Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:33 pm Post #6 |
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Nkiruka moved through them like a whirlwind, shining blades and quick movements. She continued to count while Zaki simply fought. Halberd weaved in and out of guards and defenses, jabbing deep into undead flesh. It was easy, they were clumsy combatants at best. Nkiruka kept counting, Zaki kept stabbing. This fight didn't quite get her blood boiling like a proper human opponent. They were predictable, running through a little routine as they fought. Even in heavy armor, she was too quick for her opponent's clumsy maneuvers. Her final foe, she had never kept count, lunged forwards and seized the haft of her ax. With a quick twist she ripped it out past his thumbs. With a quick hack the axehead was burrowed into his neck, and with a quick kick she dislodged him. She glanced around quickly, noting that the fight was over. Zaki flipped the visor of her armet up and glanced at Inky's interrogation. The man shouted for a few moments before the istani soldier hacked his throat open. The death of the alchemist bothered her. Inky was still trying to rile her up, and she was killing prisoners to do it? "You get to count killing prisoners? My oh my, I can't wait to see your score when we hit the slave pens," Zaki growled. The halberdier wasn't impressed with her little game at all now. She snapped her helm down and began walking through to the exit. Her hands dropped to long scratches in the stone floor. "Those marks are probably from slaves dragging their manacles about. We should free the slaves first, take their manacles and bind all the rest of these experimenters we find if the surrender," Zaki snapped. She strode down the stairs, clacking her haft against the walls. "And there's no need to silence anyone. They must know we are here, explosions reverberate through caverns like nothing else. They might not be organized enough to have a proper defense." Zaki explained. She also quietly looked forward to a proper attack on the pair, it had been dull as anything fighting a bunch of unskilled undead combatants. |
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| Nkiruka | Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:03 pm Post #7 |
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Nkiruka backed up, the side of her boot brushing against the limp body of the alchemist. The corners of her mouth tilted into a frown. "I get it. You think I made him a prisoner because I restrained him." There was no hint of aggression in her voice despite Zaki's insults. She turned and continued down the narrow corridor. The armored woman directed their attention to the scratches on the floor. "We'll free the slaves. I'm under orders to kill anyone who chose to attend this little convention, though. You should understand, having served in the army yourself." After a longer pause, Zaki brought up the alchemist again, mentioning how it was unnecessary to silence people. She was obviously very concerned about what Nkiruka did. "I wasn't silencing him. I was asking him whether he was included in my warrant. His answer told me everything." The whole conversation only further highlighted how different their moral philosophies were. For such a battle-loving warrior, Zaki was surprisingly honorable. How could she have that outlook after seeing so much on campaign? Nkiruka couldn't even remember when she gave up that sort of thinking. It allowed your enemy openings and prevented you from using tools that could save your life, like joint locks. But Nkiruka still respected her. She kept her eyes focused forward. "I'll stop counting." Edited by Nkiruka, Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:04 pm.
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| Zaki | Thu Oct 20, 2011 1:15 am Post #8 |
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Zaki attempted to shrug, belatedly realizing she was wearing heavy armor. Nkiruka's statements made sense, considering how many intelligent creatures Zaki had killed on a bounty. Although the extensiveness of the warrant surprised her. The army must have wanted Nkiruka to be thorough when cleansing this den. "Let's go, then." Zaki grunted. There was no use in waiting around to be killed, she descended quickly at a jog. Armor clanked together as she thundered down the halls, following the gentle curve to a lower level. Did Drow society think higher or lower was better? She wasn't entirely sure. Lights flickered on the walls as they surged lower, until they stumbled head first into a near orgy of violence. Slaves struggled to move massive iron beams, slender lightning arced between a web of iron overhead. It all lowered to a central point, what appeared to be a cage of glass and magical runes in gold. "This is definitely important." Zaki said. She spun around one of her shields and drew a quick sigil on it while they were still undetected amongst the clamor of work and cries of anguish. It flickered for a moment before a tiny woman burst from it. The little flaming woman glanced about quickly. The fire imp raised a single finger, nodded, and flitted off to the ceiling. Zaki bolted forwards, moving forwards like a destrier. A barely audible set of pops emanated from her spear tip, sparks trailing from a glowing point in the air. The ax ignited, flames roaring off of it. A slave warden glanced back towards the newest noise, his eyes widening rapidly as flashing steel and fluttering blue cloths barreled down on him. He began drawing his sword to defend himself, but the long speartip slipped beneath his arm. Blood joined fire blossoming from the blade. Zaki's eyes narrowed as she withdrew the weapon, pivoting to deal with the encroaching swarm of guards. |
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| Nkiruka | Sat Oct 22, 2011 6:25 pm Post #9 |
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Nkiruka got an uneasy feeling from this room. Instead of pushing forward, she waited for Zaki to paint a quick sigil on her shield. She scanned the room, keeping a mental note of each slave's relative position and the presence of guards and supervisors. After Zaki summoned a fiery creature, she charged. Rather than join her, Nkiruka stepped forward and released a shout that overpowered all other noises. "Istan Army!" Her words condensed into a visible shockwave that tore through the room and shook the ground. The force appeared to pass harmlessly through the slaves -- although it did startle them badly -- but the guards and overseers in the room had a much different reaction. Zaki had just killed the first one when the shockwave hit. The mass of guards in the room hesitated for a moment before drawing their weapons, frozen in fear. Nkiruka broke into a sprint, jumped at the last second and slammed her knee up into the back of the nearest guard's skull. Blood spattered onto her shinguard as she landed hard next to the fallen guard, now in the middle of them all. The effects of the war cry took a heavy toll on their morale, it seemed. A few backed up hesitantly, holding their swords in shaking hands. Nkiruka glanced around, and many would flinch if she made eye contact with them. "I've got this, Zaki. Go tell the slaves where to flee." One charged. The soldier burst into action. She locked her sword with his, cranked hard on his arm, broke it, and threw him down. Nkiruka's other arm flowed into a spinning motion, gathering momentum at the tip of the shortsword. She was too fast for them; her blades danced between their attacks, cutting them down in turn, sending blood spraying across the obsidian floors. When she was done, she stood at the center of a field of eviscerated bodies, the red liquid dripping from the tips of her swords and spattered on her face and clothing. Nothing had changed in her demeanor; she really didn't enjoy this. It was just her job. Nkiruka joined back up with Zaki and helped free the slaves in the room. One of them, an Istani woman, seemed especially relieved to see the colors of the Army of Istan in such a bleak place. Nkiruka forced a polite smile. A quiet scraping on the ground made the soldier flinch and turn. One of the supervisors wasn't dead after all, and had managed to drag his body to a switch near the massive, electrified web of iron in the room. He flicked the switch. The lightning arcing across the ceiling disappeared, and the doors in the center cage yawned open. |
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| Zaki | Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:15 pm Post #10 |
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Nkiruka made short work of the guards, a rapid series of flashing blades and splatters of blood. Zaki ran off the moment she was told, dropping her halberd on the chains of slaves and melting open the doors of cages. The supervisors didn't seem to want to bother someone in full armor. Slaves surged up and out of the structure the moment they were freed, leaving the warrior to wonder if they had some sort of plan. It was possible, or they simply wished to leave as soon as possible. It wasn't more than a half day's walk to the surface, after all. The sounds of crackling lightning disappeared. Zaki instinctively turned around, staring at a slaver who had just manipulated the great machine in some way. She ripped a free hand from her ax, casting a sphere of fire across the room. It struck the ground next to him, immolating the slaver up to his chest. With a shriek he fell from the device, landing face first a few feet down. Zaki narrowed her eyes at the creature nuzzling its head out of the cage. A shining steel head poked out between the bars with a crunch of metal fatigue. A great claw squirmed out as well, wrenching the door open the rest of the way. Zaki spun her halberd around quickly, launching another sphere of fire at the beast as it stumbled down the platform. Fire burst across it, but it seemed to be unfazed. The head shot over to stare at Zaki, who promptly leveled her halberd at it. She adjusted her stance to take a charge as the creature galloped forwards with steps of thunder. The knight prepared herself further as she realized just how heavy the creature was for its size - slightly larger than a horse. They collided. The halberd's tip deflected off of a steel plated skull; the creature thundered into her form. They tumbled with a screech of bare metal, Zaki ending up crushed beneath the creature. The metal head split to reveal rows of teeth. The jaws hunted across her helm quickly, searching for a good place to clamp down on the warrior's skull. |
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| Nkiruka | Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:31 pm Post #11 |
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The monster was completely unlike anything Nkiruka had ever dealt with before. It looked almost like a feline in its body plan, but it was so heavily altered that any traces of actual animal traits were long-gone; it was only a construct now. It went straight for Zaki, colliding with her. The two armored bodies rolled down the room, and Nkiruka didn't hesitate to follow them. As she ran, she quickly slashed a long line into the outside of her arm, releasing a jet of black blood from the wound. The blood crystallized into the form of a long, needle-like lance, having a reach far beyond that of the shortsword she gripped in that same arm's hand. Just before the beast would crush Zaki's skull, Nkiruka slammed into its side, pressing all her strength, speed and weight into the attack. Her lance found an opening between two steel armor plates and skewered it through the neck. Arivaz followed soon after, stabbing in the same spot next to the lance. The beast growled and turned its head to face Nkiruka, apparently not badly affected by the attack. Blood -- or some rough equivalent, as it was gold in color -- oozed from the wounds. Nkiruka tried to pull her arm out, but the plates quickly pinched it in place. The golden blood dripped from its neck and hit the top of Nkiruka's thigh just below it, sizzling as it burned through flesh. It wasn't just blood. The creature was powered by literal molten gold. Arm crushed between steel and molten gold now dripping from its neck, Nkiruka was now at the mercy of the golem as well. It adjusted its stance so that it could face Nkiruka a bit better, in the process stepping off of Zaki. Nkiruka inverted her grip on her remaining shortsword and slashed upward, hoping to drive it off. The attack left a deep gash over its mouth, but otherwise didn't slow it down in the slightest. More gold blood gushed from the neck wound, running down her weapons toward her hand. Edited by Nkiruka, Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:34 pm.
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| Zaki | Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:07 pm Post #12 |
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Nkiruka came to save her, pressing the beast away from her head. The knight growled as golden fluid dripped from Nki onto her helm. Her hands fell off the halberd and shifted to the beast's neck. A golden drop threatened to fall from the open slit on the helm, and her eye automatically closed. She shifted her head up as it fell, feeling a spatter on her cheek. It didn't hurt. Instantly her fear disappeared and she went into a rage. Zaki's hands pressed the neck away from Nkiruka's arm, freeing the limb. The moment Nkiruka shifted it she pressed upward on the beast, forcing its head back. It struggled against her, claws clattering into armor. Its forelegs left the ground as the entire beast rose. Zaki adjusted her grip, pressing into neck and head. Her body heaved and trembled at the great weight, only kept going by a surge of adrenaline. Sparks rose from her gauntlets. Flames burst outwards, thundering between plates and into the base of the creature's neck and head. It howled, unearthly and long. The knight pressed harder, slowly rearing to her full height. Claws scrabbled in the air, smashing into Zaki's armet and caving it in. She roared, and with a final impetus launched the beast from her hands. It stood on its hind legs momentarily, stumbling about. Its tail pressed into the ground, keeping the creature stable for a moment. The knight twirled, sending a billowing wall of fire from her feet. The golem was stunned for a moment, opening its gold and black eyes as a fist thundered into its chin. It reeled backwards, collapsing into the ground like a boulder. Zaki fell to Chaon, and wrenched off her broken helm. Blood and gold drained down the monk's face, marking a wicked smile. |
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| Nkiruka | Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:00 am Post #13 |
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Nkiruka wrenched out her arm just before the liquid gold would have reached her hand. The edges of the armor plating had scraped deep into her forearm, leaving deep bleeding scratches and making it difficult for her to grasp Arivaz tightly. The molten metal had also burned through her blood lance; it was almost gone now. The soldier took several steps back, flicking the molten blood from her weapon and allowing Zaki to retaliate against the beast. The veteran pushed herself up, cranking the golem's head back practically until it hyperextended, cracking. A fierce uppercut to its jaw sent it crashing backwards into the ground. This was her chance. Nkiruka rushed forward and dug her silvery shortsword into the golem's unarmored, now exposed belly. As she carved a hilt-deep gash down the entire length of its body, more and more molten gold spilled out and ran down the length of the dying creature. Its death was slow and anticlimactic -- probably due to the loss of the liquid metal powering it. And it was being powered, too. "Look at this." In the process of killing the creature Nkiruka had severed all sorts of odd machinery. Tubes and gears and occasionally organs littered the inside of the beast once most of the blood had cleared out: a strange mixture of alchemy, engineering and fleshwork. "I hope there aren't more of these," Nkiruka said to no one in particular. She turned to Zaki. At first it looked like she was only going to glance at her, but something kept her eyes focused on the veteran's face. "Zaki, your face..." she pointed to the issue using her own face, running two fingers across her own cheek and down the side of her neck. "Did the gold melt into your face?" But Burning Fists were immune to fire and heat, right? Maybe it wouldn't be an issue. Nkiruka smiled slightly. "It actually suits you pretty well." Even though the creature was dead, the crashing of the convention had only really just begun. It wouldn't be long before they would reach some kind of main chamber and carry out the rest of the warrant, Nkiruka figured. "Are you alright? We should continue and end this." |
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| Zaki | Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:48 am Post #14 |
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Nkiruka finished the beast with her normal, gory flourish. The woman cackled at her concern. "I'm alright. Just a light coating of permanent damage, but I'm glad you like it." Zaki said fairly warmly. Battling side to side always brought her closer to people. Zaki walked up behind her the moment she finished and knelt down beside the creature. She daintily wrenched it open more, popping bones and metals. The monk spent a moment trying to comprehend the inner workings, but failed miserably. Her eye caught on a box within the beast, which she ripped out with a gauntlet. Gold dripped from her fingertips as she observed the little box. "It says this was the alphalchemical golem." Zaki explained. She chucked the box across the room, striking the barely-conscious and scorched overseer. She glanced to the passage ahead of them as the sounds of an army tumbled out of it. "This is no good." Zaki said. She quickly picked up her halberd and glanced to the exit once more, and noted a tiny little burning woman at the mouth of it. The veteran giggled maniacally. "This'll be good. Sit and watch, Inky." A few minutes later, Olis'inth was telling her minions to charge forwards. A swarm of undead, living guards and golems surged through the entrance to the great works. Before them sat a tiny woman of fire, who seemed to be rather unconcerned with their existence. They charged forward, stumbling over one another in an attempt to destroy that which offended their mistress so. They got closer and closer in a great horde, and as they barreled down on the little eyepatched woman she snapped her fingers together. Explosions rippled out of the walls, sending a wave of pressure and heat that could felt where Zaki and Nki stood. Limbs and bodies sailed gaily through the air in the rippling explosions. After a few dozen explosions the ceased, leaving a cackling imp, a swath rubble-filled craters, and a fuming drow mistress. A wall erected itself between the two women. "Naya is such a sweetheart." Zaki said with a giggle. |
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