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| Spreading the Religion [Complete]; [P] Ouroboros | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:00 am (235 Views) | |
| Fixitt | Mon Nov 28, 2011 5:03 am Post #16 |
 
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Boros grimaced, she was still so arrogant and still thinking he was miserable, he scowled at her, "I guess talking to such a narrow minded fool was a waste of time, well then, let it begin." He saw the web of magical projectiles flying at him, he couldn't dodge them all, he would have to go for the least amount hit areas, though that meant risking a hit still... where could he go. His mind flashed, of course, if he was standing he couldn't dodge it and if he let it come to him he couldn't dodge it, he needed a new angle. He rushed forward, throwing himself down on his back and legs, sliding beneath them. He smiled, the woman was floating, she was higher then a normal spell caster, the ground was his friend. He rushed to the side, heading for the old man, his only real shot was a hostage, and the old man seemed like the least threatening, but first he might have to deal with the two women wielding weapons. He still charged on, he would meet his problems head on. |
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| Mist | Fri Dec 2, 2011 5:57 pm Post #17 |
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Alayne's eyes narrowed as the man deftly dodge her attacks, darting forward towards her followers. His intentions were plain; he knew he had no chance against her divine power and thus sought to press his advantage against her mortal companions. How foolish. The construct had no way of knowing that both Mist and Skuld were formidable combatants, girls trained since birth to protect their goddess and follow her commands. Her mismatched eyes flashed to the valkyries, her short shout ringing out on the mountain pass. "Mist!" The warrior handmaiden nodded in mute understanding of the command. The goddess had chosen her for the express task of intercepting and defeating this abomination. She felt the glory of her duty well up within her soul, the thrill of being known she had been recognized and chosen by the living incarnation of Riflettere. The girl quickly stepped forward, her plate armor clanking as she moved between Argento and Ouroboros. The armor was polished to a fine sheen, glimmering in the sunlight as she shifted into a combat stance. The armor itself was not actually crafted from steel, but a far more durable substance that provided optimum protection. It weighed no more than regular steel, but its hardness and resistance to denting made for formidable defenses. She shifted her grip on the spear, gauntleted fingers clenching the shaft in preparation for the upcoming battle. Having been commanded to engage, the valkyrie knew that Alayne was pouring her faith into her servant. The Mistress of Mirrors would no longer partake in this fight, but rather observe from on high to make sure that the valkyrie showed her appreciation for the opportunity by handily defeating this savage, blasphemous abomination. She had delegated this task to her in acknowledgement of her strength and skill, and the woman knew that she could not afford to be defeated now. There was no reason to talk: Alayne had ordered his execution, and therefore she would obey. Taunting the construct would only be cruel considering that he was already bereft of the spark of Allyria. As soon as the seer entered her range Mist stepped forward, stabbing the spear directly at his torso in an attempt to use his own momentum to skewer him. However, he had already proven to be a fast and clever opponent, so she did not expect the initial attack to succeed. She almost immediately withdrew the spear, spinning it nimbly before sweeping it across the space in front of her only two feet above the ground. Although the spearhead would undoubtedly miss him, the wide arc of the polished shaft would make it difficult for the man to dodge without retreating. He seemed to rely on hand-to-hand combat, and Mist had no intention of letting him close the gap between them. The primary advantage of a spear was its reach, allowing her to completely control the combat space around her; if Ouroboros wished to get close enough to punch, she planned on making sure he paid in blood. |
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| Fixitt | Fri Dec 2, 2011 7:11 pm Post #18 |
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Boros grimaced when one of the lackeys got in his way, he would have to beat his way through her with his fists, but that spear would be trouble. Her first thrust was easily dodged as he simply side stepped it as he got closer, he simply calmly looked at her as she quickly pulled the spear back, doing a much wider swing, his mind immediately pulled out two easy answers, take the hit, or retreat, but there was one other, it was much harder and he had to hope the unexpected rush would knock her off balance or surprise her. He didn't simply duck, he dove forward, using his right arm to direct the roll, he felt the ground rush up his elbow, guiding him forward, he leaped up for what his master called the 'Kangaroo Jolt' letting him cover a larger distance then a normal step-in as it let him hop forward. Whether she dodged or not wasn't the point, it let him get in close, and now it was time for his punches. He let out a barrage of punches using only his left hand, his punches seemed to come from odd angles as if they were whips, another technique his master taught him, a flicker jab, whole it might not do a lot of damage, he knew that the snapping motions of his fists and arms would cause rapid swelling, and the metal knuckles on his fists would add the weight behind his fists to make them stronger. |
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| Mist | Thu Dec 8, 2011 5:43 pm Post #19 |
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Mist was surprised to see that the construct dodged her sweeping attack by darting forward instead of falling back, turning the advance into a roll that just barely missed the shaft of the spear. She grimaced in a combination of annoyance and embarrassment. The valkyrie could not stand looking inefficient in front of her Mistress. She tried to accommodate for the man's rapid advance by yanking the spear back, but he had already drawn too close for her to effectively use the length of the spear. The wave of punches he launched at her began to slam into the plate armor. She raised her left arm to place a gauntlet in front of her face, having not put on her helmet before attacking. Despite the metal knuckles, there was very little that the man's assault could do to the warrior handmaiden. Her plate armor was too strong for her to feel the force of the blows, and he did not seem to possess the arm strength to actually punch a hole through the material. The girl brought the spear towards Ouroboros' back, trying to strike his spine with the shaft of the spear with one hand. She was hoping that the weapon would strike with enough force to give her some breathing room. She slammed her other elbow towards the construct's face, hoping that the blow from the armored joint would strike a glancing blow and daze the man. Afterwards she shifted her hand so that her knuckles were pointed towards Ouroboros, triggering the switch hidden within the gauntlet. The spikes that lined her knuckles exploded out from her gauntlet, shooting towards the construct with damaging force. Alayne simply watched the battle progress, folding her arms across her chest and waiting. She had expected Mist to succeed much more quickly than this, but the girl was only human. She could not be expected to fight with the same fervor and aptitude as a goddess of Allyria. This construct apparently had been given some manner of fell power that allowed him to fight toe-to-toe with a battle-trained valkyrie. |
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| Fixitt | Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:29 am Post #20 |
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Boros grimaced as his fists seemed to just bounce off her armor, without his metal knuckles his fists would have been broken or bruised, either way, it would have been easier to fight the woman without armor, at least then he could get hurt her since she wore no heavy armor... of course. He grinned, one of his only shots was a counter punch, using his own enemy's force against them, their own weight and power along with his own for a bone crushing blow, his only other tactic was to keep on bashing away until her arm fell and he could strike her face. His opportunity came as he felt the spear slam against his spine, he stumbled to the side, he saw her elbow come flying at him, he smirked as he twisted his body around, painfully twisting his foot to gain footing, throwing himself into the punch, he felt his arm link with her as he tried to reach her face. He heard something shoot off, he felt a stinging sensation in his side, something sharp and metal had pierced his right side, he knew he could no longer rely on his right side, he would have to keep his right arm screwed up tight against his body to help stop the blood flow, and fight only with his left. Once he got his arm against his side he started to throw left flicker jabs again, hoping to pressure her into making a mistake or some risky move, all he could do was keep the left jabs coming and hope she would fall to the pressure. |
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| Mist | Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:30 pm Post #21 |
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Mist's lips split into an ecstatic grin as the shaft of the spear slammed into the abomination's back, knowing that a strong blow to the spine was incredibly painful. She was not cruel; she simply wished to please her Mistress, and harming a creature that Alayne had labeled as an abomination was the surest way to win the Goddess's favor. Her elbow strike was significantly less successful as the construct utilized a unique maneuver, twisting his body in an unusual fashion in order to redirect the force of the attack. The grin faded and her brown eyes went wide as he used her elbow like a fulcrum, forcing her to twist her body even as he lashed out at her unprotected face with his free hand. She jerked her head to one side at the last instant, the knuckles scraping across her cheekbone instead of shattering her nose. Still, the flash of pain from the punch made her stagger a few feet pack, her arm screaming in agony from the unnatural direction it had been twisted in. Only the last-minute attack with the spring-loaded spikes saved her dignity. One of the metal projectiles sank into the seer's side, sending his blood splashing on the rocky path. The valkyrie did not immediately press her advantage, instead using the momentary lapse in battle to gather her thoughts. This construct had clearly been made with vile intentions and possessed reflexes that were on par with her own, if not better. The handmaiden knew that if not for her armor and spear the foul creature might have defeated her already. The thought filled her mouth with bile, and in that moment she felt wholly inadequate. Despite her years of harsh training and rigid instruction, Mist was still not worthy of serving the current incarnation of Riflettere. The wave of shame was almost immediately quelled by a fierce determination to continue learning, to further her own skills so that one day she could be the warrior her Mistress deserved. The construct lowered one hand to grip his injury and staunch the flow of blood, using his other fist to launch a lightning-fast combination of punches at the valkyrie. She raised her aching right arm in front of her face once more, switching the spear to her left hand as the blows started to ring against her armor. Instead of trying to engage him in hand-to-hand combat once more, she adopted a different tactic. Mist shifted her grip on the spear so that she held it just below the spearhead, allowing her to fight with the blade like an unwieldy dagger instead of a typical polearm. She waited until the seer's fist slammed into her bracer before thrusting her left hand forward, trying to stab the blade of the spear straight through the man's sternum. Mist put all of her strength behind the blow in an attempt to end the fight quickly and stop embarrassing herself in front of the Goddess. |
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| Fixitt | Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:34 am Post #22 |
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Boros grimaced as his blows didn't seem to be working, he needed to focus more, but the throbbing pain in his side wouldn't let him, his movements were getting slower and the warrior and switched fighting styles, using the spearhead like an awkward dagger... yes, that was the key. He could take a blow from it on his right side, it would be deep and only a flesh wound, he could close it with his shirt as a makeshift bandage. He smirked slightly, it was time for some acting, he started to let his assault flag behind, pulling his punches to make it seem like he'd lost his steam, and finally... his jabs lost their snap and whip like movements. He started to bait her away from his injured side, letting his right be more apparent and tempting. The preparations were ready, once that spearhead pierced his side, he would take a step back and put a slight twist into his hips, to minimize the wound, the blood would gush from it and cover half the spearhead, it would be obvious from looking at it that the wound was fatal, but the angle... he knew the angle, it would be close, and he needed to concentrate. A single word started to ring in his head, 'focus'. And focus he did, ignoring the pain in his back and side, he started to put his plan into action. (OOC:Go ahead and do the stab and the whispering, I'll close it off with my next post with Boros lying in wait for them to leave.) |
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| Mist | Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:09 am Post #23 |
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Mist's face split into an exuberant grin as she felt the spearhead sink into flesh, carving upwards on a path that would undoubtedly pierce the abomination's heart and clip the aorta. Blood squirted over her armor and weapon as she struck the fatal blow. The construct crumpled before her without a sound, blood beginning to pool beneath his form. The valkyrie stepped back from the seer, her eyes alight with victory as she looked up at the Mistress that she had committed murder for. "It has been done, Riflettere. The blasphemer is dead." She bowed to the floating woman, kneeling so that her forehead touched her knee. "I apologize that it took so long. His flesh had been modified by some unholy power... It made him more difficult to eliminate, as you commanded." Alayne scoffed at the excuse, but there was only triumph in her voice as she floated down to the ground. She reached out with one hand, lightly touching the top of her valkyrie's skull. "Well done, Mist. You have accomplished your task well, if not quickly. I... am proud of you." She saw the warrior-handmaiden's face flush at the praise, turning her eyes away so that she would not be blinded by Alayne's glory. The goddess smiled at her servant before flicking her gaze to Argento, her mismatched irises boring into the priest's. "Argento! Make sure that the abomination is dead. If not... Finish him." It was clear from the depth of the injury and the amount of blood on the path that the artificial being would be unable to defeat himself. The older man shuffled forward, leaning heavily on his staff as he leaned down to check the pulse of the body. He gently touched the carotid arrtery with his wrinkled hands. His eyes widened imperceptibly, but the priest did not make a sound. He simply withdrew his hand and looked up at Alayne, nodding. "He is dead, Mistress. May I perform the rites?" "Very well, Argento. He will never know the glory of Allyria, but that does not mean that he cannot accept the words of the one true religion to ease his passing." Alayne turned away from the priest, floating forward on the hovering mirror. Her valkyries immediately sprung forward, walking on either side of their Mistress to make sure that no further threats would surface. Argento watched the goddess incarnate float away, his features unreadable. The man leaned down, whispering quickly and softly to the fallen seer. "Do not move until we are gone. If she finds you are alive, she will kill you." He laid down a small vial on the ground in front of the construct. It was a herbal concoction that would slow the flow of blood, which would probably keep the man from bleeding out. Argento murmured the traditional prayer of the afterlife over the seer's form before pushing to his feet, following the Scion of Allyria down the path with a world-weary expression. |
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| Fixitt | Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:02 am Post #24 |
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Boros fell, he wanted to scream but he knew it would give him away, he had just barely back stepped far enough away for it to not be instantly fatal, but now if they stuck around for to long he knew he would bleed out. He heard them talking and kept himself still, he knew that the old man would ruin his moment... he would have to take him prisoner and hope that he could escape with the grievous wound... so much for relying on their arrogance. Though what surprised him was that the man instead whispered for him to lie still and he proclaimed his death, the man was letting him live, perhaps not all of them were blind followers. He heard him give him last rites and leave a potion, he let them walk away, once he no longer heard their foot steps he grabbed the potion and drank it, ripping off his shirt to rap around the wound tightly. He looked back to see them in the distance, he grimaced as he walked away, he owed the man named Argento his life, but he was no fool, he would take the man's life if he had to fight them all again, until then, he stood up and tried to stop the bleeding, it was all he could do. |
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| Alayne | Tue Dec 20, 2011 7:58 pm Post #25 |
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The prophet did not look back until the unsightly image of the bloody corpse was around a bend in the mountain. It was at the point that she turned to watch Argento, the elderly priest leaning on his wooden staff for support as he traversed the path. Alayne flicked a finger at her valkyries, silently ordering the woman to continue on the path. Mist and SKuld nodded in acceptance of the command, continuing to follow the trail while searching for more threats to the safety of the Goddess. She floated down until the mirror was floating a few mere inches from the ground, crossing her arms and waiting for Argento to reach her location. He did not hasten his pace, taking several long moments to reach her location. "Yes, milady? Is there something you wish to ask your humble servant?" "Yes, Argento. Of course there is. The idiocy of mortals confounds me." Her words were harsh, but her tone was not as caustic as usual when she disparaged the aptitude of her servants. Argento bowed respectfully at the insult, continuing to pick his way along the trail. Alayne hovered beside him, staring out over the mountain range with her mismatched eyes. "I must admit, it is difficult for me to see the world as your mortals must. The glory of Riflettere infuses my body with strength and instructs me in my proper path. I cannot comprehend the actions of that abomination." She raised the hand mirror, staring into its reflective surface and appreciating her own beauty. The mere thought of his insolence still made her cheeks flush with anger. "He witnessed my divine glory on both this world and within his psycho-plane, yet he refused to worship me. Tell me, Argento: what creature, natural or manmade, would refuse salvation?" The priest did not reply for several long moments, watching the path in front of him. He had abandoned everything to serve the Church of Allyria. His name had been stricken from the history books, replaced with his rank of Argento, a priest of the true pantheon. He was forsaken to take a lover or sire children, and had spent the majority of his days traveling across a cruel land that did not share his beliefs. Finally he looked to Alayne, speaking softly. "These people have not heard the words of a true Goddess in so long, Your Imminence. They do not know the proper way to speak to one of your station. They will fear you. They will loathe you." The prophet stiffened at his words, but Argento was not done yet. "You must tread carefully in the days to come. Ruling over all of Imythess is your birthright as the incarnation of Riflettere, these men and woman will not understand. You must show mercy to earn their love and devotion." Alayne's laughter echoed over the mountainside, full of derisive mirth. "Argento, I fear that old age has dulled your mind! If they do not worship me, these cretins do not deserve mercy. Only those who flock to my call shall receive my blessing. The rest..." Her face twisted in a savage snarl, her anger erasing her beauty and transforming her features into a cold, dangerous mask."The rest deserve nothing more than death. They shall never witness the utopia of Allyria." She flew ahead without another word, the mirror carrying her back to the side of her valkyries. Argento watched after her with a tired expression, shaking his head when he was sure Alayne could no longer see him. Without another word he continued on the trail, following his Goddess to her destiny. |
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| Alayne | Tue Dec 20, 2011 7:58 pm Post #26 |
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The prophet did not look back until the unsightly image of the bloody corpse was around a bend in the mountain. It was at the point that she turned to watch Argento, the elderly priest leaning on his wooden staff for support as he traversed the path. Alayne flicked a finger at her valkyries, silently ordering the woman to continue on the path. Mist and SKuld nodded in acceptance of the command, continuing to follow the trail while searching for more threats to the safety of the Goddess. She floated down until the mirror was floating a few mere inches from the ground, crossing her arms and waiting for Argento to reach her location. He did not hasten his pace, taking several long moments to reach her location. "Yes, milady? Is there something you wish to ask your humble servant?" "Yes, Argento. Of course there is. The idiocy of mortals confounds me." Her words were harsh, but her tone was not as caustic as usual when she disparaged the aptitude of her servants. Argento bowed respectfully at the insult, continuing to pick his way along the trail. Alayne hovered beside him, staring out over the mountain range with her mismatched eyes. "I must admit, it is difficult for me to see the world as your mortals must. The glory of Riflettere infuses my body with strength and instructs me in my proper path. I cannot comprehend the actions of that abomination." She raised the hand mirror, staring into its reflective surface and appreciating her own beauty. The mere thought of his insolence still made her cheeks flush with anger. "He witnessed my divine glory on both this world and within his psycho-plane, yet he refused to worship me. Tell me, Argento: what creature, natural or manmade, would refuse salvation?" The priest did not reply for several long moments, watching the path in front of him. He had abandoned everything to serve the Church of Allyria. His name had been stricken from the history books, replaced with his rank of Argento, a priest of the true pantheon. He was forsaken to take a lover or sire children, and had spent the majority of his days traveling across a cruel land that did not share his beliefs. Finally he looked to Alayne, speaking softly. "These people have not heard the words of a true Goddess in so long, Your Imminence. They do not know the proper way to speak to one of your station. They will fear you. They will loathe you." The prophet stiffened at his words, but Argento was not done yet. "You must tread carefully in the days to come. Ruling over all of Imythess is your birthright as the incarnation of Riflettere, these men and woman will not understand. You must show mercy to earn their love and devotion." Alayne's laughter echoed over the mountainside, full of derisive mirth. "Argento, I fear that old age has dulled your mind! If they do not worship me, these cretins do not deserve mercy. Only those who flock to my call shall receive my blessing. The rest..." Her face twisted in a savage snarl, her anger erasing her beauty and transforming her features into a cold, dangerous mask."The rest deserve nothing more than death. They shall never witness the utopia of Allyria." She flew ahead without another word, the mirror carrying her back to the side of her valkyries. Argento watched after her with a tired expression, shaking his head when he was sure Alayne could no longer see him. Without another word he continued on the trail, following his Goddess to her destiny. |
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