[Closed] April Catchall

[finesseblade]

Who: Felix + Various
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and a little Dorchacht too
What: Quests, Events, and Shenanigans!
Warnings: Maybe a little blood, a little body horror, all kinds of fun stuff

If you'd like to plot something for this month please pm me or contact me at ruddyowls

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[strongspirited]

I got you!

[Sypha, having taken the interim time to get herself into a tree with a burst of wind, settles into a sniping position. The creature grabbing Felix yowls in pain when a whip of flame snaps out and snatches it by the throat, ripping it free and shaking it. The magical fire hardens into something almost jelly-like, with surprising firmness, and then begins to throttle the beastie.]

Focus on the other. Cut the head off.

[finesseblade]

[ Felix doesn't waste time—it's his neck on the line, after all, and a moment wasted is the difference between making it out of here alive or not at all.

So he twists, whirling back around on the back of one heel, and swings his blade upward in a one-handed arc, biting deep into the beast's neck—but not deep enough.

He seizes it by the ear, drawing the blade back in one, swift motion that finishes the job. The body, severed from the neck, drops, convulsing faintly with the last lingering ghosts of life left in it.

He lets the head fall from stiff fingers, sword arm dropping to his side—and then sags, winded and bloodied, to his knees.

So long as the beasts are dead and the job is finished, that's all that matters. No one else gets hurt, or loses their livelihoods. ]

Are we done? Is that all of them?

[strongspirited]

[The one in Sypha's clutches doesn't last much longer. She doesn't waste effort on anything showy, instead simply willing her spell to twist sharply to the side and snap its neck with a firm jerk. That seems to do the trick as the beast convulses once, then sags down in her magical grip.

Letting it drop, she approaches Felix, reaching into her belt to draw out a small vial.]

Drink this. It will heal you, and give you energy.

[A combination of roots and spellwrought liquid she'd gathered up with Dimitri, of all people.]

[finesseblade]

[ Felix does not protest, and probably wouldn't even if she told him Dimitri helped her gather up the herbs for this. He's that tired. He knocks the bottle back, draining it in one swig, and then sucks in a breath when he's done. ]

Tastes like shit.

[ But the effects move quickly, diffusing through him, knitting together the cuts and tooth marks etched into his skin and filling him with a pleasant, low-grade energy. Like taking a warm bath, which he's not getting for another hour or two at least, so this will have to do. ]

But... effective. [ Propping himself up on the hilt of his sword, Felix climbs to his feet, wrinkling his nose at the stink of gore already setting in. ] Thank you, for that, by the way. Now let's get out of here before scavengers come looking for the bodies.

[strongspirited]

Absolutely.

[To...both the taste and getting out of here.]

I think we can safely claim the reward. And I really need some stew.

[Like, whoa.]