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Caster [Cú Chulainn]🔥Aef's rockstar tattoo artist ([personal profile] futhark) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-08-22 01:15 am

DARKNESS AND FROST log

DARKNESS AND FROST




A message is sent on the network on the 20th, informing the Mirrorbounds about the developments regarding a quest posted earlier in the month on the board.

Word comes from the Wilders’ headquarters in Dorchacht that there haven’t been that many sightings of the Nuckelavee for a long time. Most assumed that whatever the Mirrorbounds did must have driven the ghastly creatures away for good. Clearly, not a single person missed them. It is a nasty surprise to learn that not only did they not disappear completely, but now, angrier than ever, they pose a threat to Aefenglom as well.


THE NORTHERN OUTPOST ( 21st - 26th )



The Northern Outpost has seen steady development since its establishment, but nothing on a scale that could make it possible to survive an attack of demonic beasts. So it becomes a whirlwind of activity. There are ditches to dig, magical wards and barriers to set up, weapons and armour need inspection and some alchemical supplies are easier found in the surrounding forest rather than back in Aefenglom, but no one should go procuring them alone. But there are more mundane tasks too! With the sudden increase in population, the self-appointed kitchen staff of the Northern Outpost is barely managing to keep all the mouths fed and all the dishes washed (and pesky rodents kept away). All help will be enthusiastically welcomed no matter the level of culinary aptitude. There’s enough work for everyone.

Not far from the Outpost itself, a new structure rises from the ground quickly, incorporating a nearby shallow cave. That’s the Enclosure, the place where researchers who intend to study the Nuckelavee plan to lure one of the creatures. The construction has barely started, and there is much to do before it can hold its captive inside. Engineers, Arachne, Witches adept in Enchantment and Abjuration - all are welcome to lend their hands (as many as they can spare) in this scientific endeavor. It could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to further or even create a completely new field of study!

Mirrorbounds are encouraged to return and rest within the city, but should you decide to stay for the night, the moods are rather sour and tense. Still, people do try to enjoy the evening break, at least those who get it - night guards work in shifts. Someone makes a bonfire and encourages sharing stories as the night passes to lift morale. A chilling Nuckelavee scream might stop the relaxing and put everyone on edge. But it seems the creatures are refusing to come out just yet.


THE SLUMS 21st - 26th




Sprawling from the Other Side of the Bright Wall, the Outer City grows outward with no particular organisation or order, with buildings’ integrity decreasing the closer they are to the edge of the Wilde. While some of the inhabitants greet the aid provided with gratitude, there are many who treat it with distrust and their own fate at the mercy of yet another incomprehensible danger with blood-chilling apathy. Much work has been done by numerous Mirrorbound to help those living in the Slums but the memory of all those lost to the frost when the city shut its gates and left them to die casts a long shadow on all attempts to defend against this new threat.

Deprived of the comforts of magitech ubiquitous for the citizens of the city proper, the inhabitants of the Slums find their own creative ways to provide life’s necessities to each other. Carrying water has always been a task for younger ones in the families. A worrying number of those that go fetch water from a far away stream do not come home on time. They could have gotten distracted chasing a stray dog, roped in some mischief by other kids, or genuinely lost. With the new threat lurking in the darkness, people get increasingly nervous. What would look like harmless disobedience in quieter times now turns into an emergency. Investigate where the missing children have gone, find them and bring them home if you can.

Not all are happy for the help. There’s a certain figure frequently spoken about and often seen at the scenes of the especially vicious attacks: a man with unkempt hair and ragged clothing prophesying that those very horrors are no accident. That the beasts are a punishment for a terrible offence: accepting the foreign devils - those who came through the Mirrors - into the city. As time passes and the attacks continue, it starts to become obvious those who were in contact with the Mirrorbound are more likely to become targets of the hellish creatures, which lends credence to the madman’s words. Some denizens of the slums are just scared, but some become suspicious of the very presence of any Mirrorbounds in the area. Even those that come to help. Calm downthe fearful, convince the sceptics or find the sower of this panic and make him stop spreading his incendiary message.

Some people have locked themselves in their homes and refuse to go out. You could try to reason with them or simply bring supplies at the door. Or try to convince them to help with building a protective wall around the Slums, sturdy enough to stay. Some of the people who open their doors might show low-level signs of Cwyld infection. They wonder if you’re still willing to help them knowing that?


When the darkness of night emboldens the Nuckelavee to venture further into the Slums proper, a group of Mirrorbounds take to patrolling the streets. But they could use more help. Protect those unfortunate enough to walk the streets at that time, chase away or kill the creatures that dared to come closer, and fight to protect the poor souls they chose to hunt.


NIGHT OF THE HUNT (night between 26th-27th)



Are you prepared for the fight of your life? You better be!

A heavy blizzard rages on the night of the 26th, giving a strange glow to the camp in the darkness as the light is dithered among falling snowflakes. Visibility is low, but some believe that nature itself can be used to help the hunters and defenders. To those who wish to take on this responsibility, several enchanted wands are given, with quick instructions how to use them to direct the winds of the blizzard for a short time. They can be used either to protect the warriors or against the creatures. The wands have only a few charges and will break upon using them up.

Every Mirrorbound and Wilder either present from the start or joining the group through the portal connecting with Aefenglom will be given a quick rundown of the camp, where the protection wards lie, what powers the barriers, and where weapons can be found. There are two sets of barriers around the camp -- the outer one that has multiple holes for the creatures to pour into, and the inner barrier that has to be held at all cost, as it protects people within. The plan is to lure the Nuckelavee for a frontal attack, let them pass through the outer barrier, let the inner barrier stop them, and then— close the barrier behind them, effectively shutting them in a walled ring.

Then they can be exterminated safely. Stun them, kill them, use spells or pointy sticks or guns — and maybe just maybe you can capture one alive. Fortunately, they don’t seem to have any kind of natural resistance towards mundane or magical weapons. They are just tough to kill and incredibly vicious, but limiting their movement should do the trick.

The barriers and wards only last full-strength as long as they are powered so Witches not focused on fighting are encouraged to do a recharging run along the campsite. Anyone needing a breather from the fray or whose focus is better spent on support can also bring ammo, or more weapons to counter the broken (or stolen) ones. Dragging out wounded fighters into the safety of the camp and healing them is also an important task, as neither Mirrorbounds nor Wilders lack in people who would fight to their last breath.

That’s the plan. How does it go in reality, though?

The Nuckelavee attack starts with chilling shrieks all around the Outpost before they emerge from the darkness. Those who have not yet met any of them will have a chance to witness that their aggression and looks are as terrifying as the stories said. They resemble a horse fused with a rider, with sharp teeth and without skin, raw body exposed. The creatures are not infected but are vicious, hardy, and strong, and they hunger for human and Monster flesh alike. Some might pick up weapons thrown at them; others will circle and try to isolate their chosen targets. Should they be angered, while in a furious rage they gain both speed and strength, but they lose focus and lack strategic thinking. So enraging them can break the formation, but it also makes them far more dangerous up close. They are susceptible to both magical and physical attacks alike, and beheading (of either the flayed-open horse head or the screaming man's head) will put them down permanently.

Be mindful of your comrades! It’s easy to lose each other in the blizzard. Nuckelavee don’t bleed red (they don’t bleed much at all), so any red trails on the snow belong to an ally. Don’t let the beasts drag wounded away. Get them to the healers who wait within the camp enclosed with the inner barrier.

During the fight, several crystal devices that strengthen the outer barrier start malfunctioning. That means the outer barrier cannot be closed shut, meaning a change of plans is in order. Several brave volunteers are needed from among Wilders and Mirrorbounds to leave the safety of the inner barrier and take the battle directly to the creatures, while locating and exchanging the malfunctioning crystals. This is an incredibly dangerous job, and everyone willing to undertake it is encouraged not to do so alone. Once the trap is sprung and the outer barrier shut, it would also lock those volunteers out of the safety of the camp -- unless they’re willing to try a teleport spell or wait for someone inside to handle the teleporting for them. The help will come, but until it does, they are on their own and straggling Nuckelavee that did not fall into the trap might still pose a danger to them...

The fight drags for what feels like hours, and the air grows colder and colder. Meanwhile, some of the trapped Nuckelavee figure out that they might get into the camp if they find holes within the barrier -- and one makes its way inside. Through the heavy snow, it might not be obvious at first, but something is happening within the camp… The Nuckelavee that furiously breach the barrier wreak havoc behind the safe line, attacking anyone it sees until it’s killed or subdued.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, all of the creatures fall and the dead remain under the snow. Well… most of them. There were attempts to capture one of them alive, and while keeping them alive turns out to be even harder than just catching them (not only Nuckelavee perished that night… some might still want revenge for that, some want to end the threat once and for all), one of them remains. The battle has been won.


THE AFTERMATH (27th and later)



As day breaks over the horizon, the true damage can be seen. One Nuckelavee is thrashing, captured in the closed enclave. It howls and shrieks and won’t be reasoned with. It hates everything and everyone, and seems to be incapable of speech. Wilders have decided they will keep it alive for a week, and not a day longer (that is till 3rd September OOCly). Nuckelavee have proven to be cunning creatures, and the risk of it escaping is just too great.

Aside from that issue, there is still clean-up to be done, and mourning for those who have fallen in battle. The Wilders agree to give the Nuckelavee corpses to those interested in acquiring them for study/experimentation, but otherwise they plan on burning everything that’s left.

The following two evenings, there’s a victory celebration at The Sordid Shield. Everyone still able to stand is welcome, -- and drinks are free! Unfortunately, not everyone is happily drinking; there are those who lost comrades and are mourning the fallen. Others came out alive but require medical attention that on-field healers cannot give. The general mood could be described as grimly triumphant. The unexpected threat has been taken care of, but not without a cost.



OOC NOTES


For those interested in studying the remains or the live Nuckelavee please refer to this space for questions/plans. The results of the research will be distributed at the beginning of September.

For plotting among yourselves, please use this post. General questions about this log can be directed here.
belligerentwarrior: (You're gonna wish you hadn't.)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2020-08-31 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's right in assumption as Fang quickly leaps off when the world starts to go sideways. Even as a Turnskin, the weight of the horse-man would crush more than a few bones.]

[Her claws scrape against the mismatched street cobbles as she tries to rush back in, but Ramesses is already tumbling down the street. The sight rallies something in her, the Turnskin's instinctive rage in defense of her pack; Fang leaps in again before the Nuckelavee can regain its footing, twisting her body around to add more momentum to her slash.]

[Before her slash comes down, she kicks out as the rider lashes out with it's freed sword. The blade bites a long gash into her thigh before she can kick the arm aside, but it frees the way.]

[But the angle's bad. The Nuckelavee just won't hold still, and her lance cleaves halfway through its neck to catch in bone. Fang snarls a curse as a follow-up strike and kick force her back. The abomination regains its footing, but the rider's head gruesomely lolls to the side. The spine is barely together.]


Right tough bastard, aren't you?

[It only screams in response, distant echoes answering, but she expects Ramesses' barriers to hold.]
weatherscience: (☁ winds)

[personal profile] weatherscience 2020-08-31 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ eyes wide and trembling in terror, nami pushes herself upright, again, or at least mostly so — enough to get a look at the horseman-creature, in flames and yet still approaching. ]

How does that not stop it? Dragon-chan, can't you do something? Bite its head off??

[ she reaches to where she's strapped her clima-tact to her leg, ripping it free, gripping it tight as she points it to the approaching terror. ]

Please work, please work, [ she mutters, and then louder, ] Come forth, Wind! Gust Blade!

[ swinging her clima-tact like a sword, nami performs the summon that comes to her the easiest: wind, sharp and fast, like a sword in itself, hurling a strike at the creature. ]
fulgency: (013)

[personal profile] fulgency 2020-08-31 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ramesses is a little unsteady on his feet at first, stumbling a little as he pushes himself up. Although he knows such shallow breaths aren't going to help him with getting the air back, stabs of pain discourage him from drawing anything deeper. Ramesses brings a hand to his chest. Never one to learn the healing arts like some of the other Witches, the most he can do is dull the area just enough to catch his breath.]

[He winces slightly at the blood-curdling shriek from the Nuckelavee as he does this. If there's one sound he never wants to hear again, that would be near the top of the list, but whatever irritation it might bring about is quickly minimized by the response. If they're not quick to dispatch this one, it's not going to make leaving here easier if reinforcements get too close.]

[Prideful as Ramesses is though, he's not an idiot. As far as anything close and personal is concerned, he's definitely out of that fight for now. His blade returns to his waist as he reaches for his bow. Even with his magic at work, the movement feels like a mistake, but he pushes through. The rider's head is not the easiest of targets, perhaps especially now that it lolls and whips about with the horse's movements, but it's really the only option. Even if the momentum of an arrow isn't enough to pull it clean off, it can at least put a small halt to its attempts to stomp, kick, and slash Fang. Just enough of an opening for her to finish the job.]

[As he draws the arrow back, a tremor passes through him. Breath comes a little easier, but nothing else seems to right now. He calls upon years and years of discipline that he hasn't had to rely on for thousands of years, lessening the tremor as much as he can until it seems almost negligible. Only then does he let loose the arrow.]
weatherscience: (62)

[personal profile] weatherscience 2020-08-31 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear that! Then —

[ slowly, she places the bowl in front of him. ]

Here. Remember to eat slowly! I hope you like fish curry...
stopfen: (and it's something more fragile)

[personal profile] stopfen 2020-08-31 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mikasa had been very reluctant to take the girl out with her. This was different to the field trip, there had been more people for that, more experience. Without the factor of strange disappearances.

But there was that horrible nagging feeling, not to leave the girl there. The fae couldn't be sure if it was just a part of her being a fae. That urge to protect the small. But the locals' hostility hadn't endeared the fae into letting Leslie out of her sight.

Mikasa's head tilts, looking over intently. Ears pricking, trembling antenna sniffing the air.]


The ones they've not told us about, the ones they don't know about... [Her eyes slid shut and she sighs, turning to keep trudging through the snow in their search. She didn't like it, they were unlikely to find all of them.

But then she freezes midstep. Head slowly scanning the snow.]


ua_duibhne: (oo6)

[personal profile] ua_duibhne 2020-08-31 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[A dancer? That earns him a little laugh as Diarmuid ducks back out of the horse head's reach. In spite of himself, there's something playful, almost cocky, in his body language.]

In that case, I'll endeavour to meet your rhythm. [His grip on Gáe Dearg loosens, allowing him to slip further down its length and away from the beast, before tightening again so that he can wrench it back out.] The lead is yours.

[The barrier turns out to be a prudent- and skillfully enacted- decision. No sooner as he spoken than the first nuckelavee is dragging its broken body upright and begins a furious charge in their direction. Diarmuid recentres his balance, draws his spear back into position and nods.]

Go. I'll handle this one.

[On cue, the humanoid part of the second makes another desperate attack on him. Even with one arm bloodied and the other snapped, there's no end to its determination to land at least one blow. Diarmuid manages to fend most of them off with his spear but the sheer size of the thing as it rears upright catches him off just enough for it to catch his chest. Fabric rips, skin breaks and the Lancer hisses in pain as he staggers back.]

Stubborn bastard, aren't you?
whomthebelltolls: (And make me wonder why I'm even here)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2020-08-31 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah... yeah, that is the feeling of a Monster drawing suddenly on her magic, and her magic, overflowing and sloshing against its banks, suddenly finding an outlet to travel down. It's not strong enough to provide any real relief, but it is a bit of a sudden jolt that makes her look down at the brief point of contact.

The question isn't the right question, but Maria understands what Kaede is getting at either way. First, she answers literally:
] She was there. Swimming in the rivers and attempting to drown the creatures. We were separated at some point, but I saw her in the din of battle.

[Seeing her and seeing her though, are different.] It was the first time I saw her in some weeks. [She wants, more than anything, to keep her tone casual and conversational. She wants this to be a conversation where she just says what will placate Kaede and leave well enough alone.

And then her voice warbles and catches, and makes this strange tone that she all but chokes on, and she winces at the tone of it. That sounds almost suspiciously like tears.

Only when she's sure she can speak clearly again, does she continue.
] You weren't seeing things. We don't see each other often anymore.

... Our Bond is failing. In truth, I should have ended it weeks ago.
whomthebelltolls: (Does it thrill?)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2020-08-31 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Running out to fight the nuckelavee really wasn't much of a big deal to Maria. They were powerful creatures, and they gave her awful flashbacks to the Beast that Ludwig had become, but she could handle them. She'd fought one before, she could fight more now.

Then, she feels the tug against the Bond. The way it starts to - very slightly - get stronger, and the sensation of closer proximity starts to build. Alex is approaching, and Maria feels a cold weight settle into her gut.

... Alex wasn't a combatant. She couldn't fight, and she shouldn't have to... Maria's hand grips her sword all the tighter, and she turns at the sound of hooves approaching.

Then, something bursts out of the river, and for a brief moment, the haunting, awful memories and visions coalesce into her own vision, and she all but whites out on her feet with them, until she can regain screaming back at her own mind to calm down, that it's Alex, that she's not back in the Fishing Hamlet; it's her Bonded, it's her...

And something catches Maria in the back; raking, jagged claws and teeth and enough physical power to rend her in two, but she jumps forward before the claws get more than a few inches down her back (and thankful for the cape being on her back, for it provides an extra layer for those Beast-strong claws to have to try to cleave through).

Either she has to take care of this thing that's going to hound her, or try to go make sure Alex is alright, and every bone in her body screams go to Alex, but she can't.

She can't because the Nuckelavee closest to her won't let her get away so easily. She is its prey, she's going to be killed. Instead, she barks out-
] What are you doing?
whomthebelltolls: (You'll understand what I mean)

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2020-08-31 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. [The assertion Maria agrees with, as the sounds make it more obvious they're being tracked by another one of the creatures, and that it's not feeling too well... about like Maria, herself.

She watches as the shadow limps closer and closer, and then looks over to Momo.
] It'll charge soon. Circle any trees you see ahead, put them between you and it.

[Maria rubs her fingers together a little, generating some heat, and she reaches inside herself to grab at her fire magic... and her leg, her numerous other injuries throb in pain. It doesn't matter. She's going to smash it with a fireball if it gets any closer, and there's little it can do about it.

... She has all that extra built up mana, anyway. She could probably use to expend it.
]
arturiarex: (7)

[personal profile] arturiarex 2020-09-01 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Not precisely. More that I feel as if I am not doing enough.

[ She frowns, mostly at herself. ]

I prefer to be active and at times I find myself reacting instead.
fordeath: (cxv.)

B.

[personal profile] fordeath 2020-09-01 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ whatever cold, sturdy material they fashion warriors from is the opposite of amadeus's make — the flashy, artsy, delicate stuff — but he's assigned a spot on the night guard for his keen ability to hear noises miles from them.

the nuckelavee were a frightening sort, though. not for their ugliness or their fearsome bloodlust, but their ear piercing scream. for a musician with sensitive hearing like his, being incapacitated by the sound alone is real possibility.

so he plays a gentle strings solo, enchanting the air with a sense of calm and a barrier for his ears both. when saori approaches him, he doesn't miss a note, giving her a quick once over. ]


Oh? You're a Chimera, aren't you? [ was it rude to assume that? probably. ] I thought you had an affinity for fire magic – or is that something of a misconception?
lotus_of_rage: (cql leaning)

[personal profile] lotus_of_rage 2020-09-01 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. [Jiang Cheng watched as he started to pull up the plant before glancing around to make sure there was not something watching them that he needed to take care of. The light was fading and that was always the time when creatures of potentially nefarious purposes came out. It was when all the ghosts came out in his world.

Once he was sure there was nothing around, he turned back]


I am not an artist. Our sect's color is purple so I'm quite used to it being around in various shades. Any gentlemen of any status are supposed to have some appreciation of art as well.

[He was definitely more a soldier, but he could appreciate good art or music when it is offered]

I'm afraid I missed your name as well. [Since it had been so noisy. Hear he could make sure he had heard it correctly]
lotus_of_rage: (cql what?)

[personal profile] lotus_of_rage 2020-09-01 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, it was true that he hadn't done that. Very true he had only brought it down with a shot to the head and had not decapitated it completely. For Jiang Cheng, being told he had done something wrong, even slightly, irked him.

Momo had wanted to see if he could see his temper? Well, he'd definitely get a glimpse of it now as his features darken and the line of his mouth became tense.

Old habits died hard. He was a sect leader in his world. His own sect was so afraid of him that no one corrected him. But he couldn't afford to burn bridges, especially right at this exact moment]


Fine. [His tone was certainly far more forceful for what he was actually saying and the pause between answering probably shows this was not his first answer] I'll do that next time.

[Based on the appearance, he would have hazarded a guess that these creatures were not alive as they knew it, like monsters in their world. But there was too much going on to debate this now as he quickly scanned for a Nuckelavee not currently engaged with someone, again indicating it, by pointing his sword at it.

Was it just him, or did this one seem... bigger than the last one?]
lotus_of_rage: (cql watching)

[personal profile] lotus_of_rage 2020-09-01 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He sat up a bit more and took the offered bowl. He picked it up, holding it carefully in his hands. After a moment, he tried some of it. He'd never had curry before but food with seasoning was good and fish was common in Yunmeng. So those were all pluses]

It is good.
fordeath: 1763823@PIXIV. (ci.)

[personal profile] fordeath 2020-09-01 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ that, along with the way jiang cheng dutifully keeps watch, assures amadeus. ] I couldn't agree more. If only there were more noblemen who took that sentiment to heart. [ he shakes his head forlornly, the heavy sigh of an artist who's clearly met one too many high-standing, "cultured" individuals who were anything but. ]

Still, what a happy coincidence. [ he tucks the flower into a sack at his hip, and quickly finds another of the same, jiang cheng-approved color. ] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, at your service.

[ he makes a little flourish with his hand like he always does. ] Feel free to call me Amadeus. Or Mozart. Or Wolfie!
petcromancer: (Determination)

[personal profile] petcromancer 2020-09-01 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
The rest won't get on board if they believe it's too dangerous to interact with.

[Hector's opinions on his chances of reasoning with the crowd are all very much colored by the mob mentality of medieval Europe.

He nods, and does his best to kick snow over his hoofprints as he retreats behind another tree. There's no hiding that someone has been there beside the bait, but he's hoping it will obscure the exact details and the direction she went in.

He settles in to wait, and his sheep's pupils let him see the shape of a creature approaching a quarter of an hour later. He can't call out to Saori without alerting it, so he does his best to wave at her, then point at the shape in the shadows.]
petcromancer: (Shiver)

[personal profile] petcromancer 2020-09-01 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
I don't plan on getting myself infected, so I don't have a need for it.

[Hector's... not sure what to do with gratitude, so he shrugs it off. It's not like he's going out of his way to help the people here. He made the medicine to study it, and now he's handing it off to an acquaintance.]

Be careful. You can never know what people will do if they're frightened.
belligerentwarrior: (We movin' or what?)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2020-09-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[The Nuckelavee's relentless. It pushes Fang on the defensive with a flurry of offense and less regard for self-preservation than she'd seen anything other than a Cieth fight with. The wound leaves her right leg clumsier, and there's simply no window for the final blow.]

[Until the arrow. It strikes the rider in the back of the neck, sending cranium and body both jolting forward into the horse's neck. That scant couple feet is just enough for the reach of Fang's lance—she spins in an (ill-advised) axel and lashes out with her grip choked all the way down to the back head of the lance, narrowly avoiding a hoof.]

[The rider's head bounces against the cobblestones, and for once terrifying, unfair moment, the horse-body keeps going, circling back about before its steps falter. It collapses in a graceless heap of flesh and sinew, its last shriek gurgling out in a whimper instead.]


Serves you right, [Fang mutters. She spins on her heel and trots over to Ramesses, the flick of her eyes across the few tattered scale links at the impact site and concern in the Bond belying her casual tone.]

You in one piece? [She heard him wheezing, not long ago.]
gynvael: (Default)

[personal profile] gynvael 2020-09-01 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Must be nice. [ He's not doubtful, exactly. But though he's never set foot outside of his world either until now -- those doorways closed long ago -- it's hard to imagine people are any different elsewhere.

Maybe it helps, when there are fewer of them. When they're not so different from each other. ]


The Continent's too populated by some. [ He looks over. Then he shrugs off his cloak. ] And not enough by others.

[ Geralt hands her the cloak with comment. She looks cold and he doesn't need it as much. He's found, as the changes overtake him, that the chill bothers him even less than usual. That night under the moon, he'd found himself far more at home in the snow. ]
fulgency: (078)

[personal profile] fulgency 2020-09-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The second the arrow is launched forward, Ramesses would like to do nothing more than double over for a moment and take a little more time to fully catch his breath. But he can't allow himself to relax like that until the Nuckelavee goes down and even then, they're not inherently out of the woods just yet. Screams rise up in the air beyond Ramesses' barrier. It's difficult to say whether they've met impediments with another patrol or if they're looking to hear from their recently fallen comrade. It's difficult to discern a direction, too, with the horrid sound carrying as far as it does. So, Ramesses leaves the barrier up for the time being.]

Nothing's broken.

[He isn't dismissive of Fang's concern (even if it only more fully manifests in the Bond) -- the line between cracked versus bruised ribs is a bit fine and regardless, he knows that he'd be more of a hindrance than a help now -- but he also knows that had he chosen to forgo armor, there'd be a lot more to be concerned with than a few bumps and ribs. Besides, his breathing may not still be the absolute best it could be and remains a touch more shallow than it normally would be, but it will be more than sufficient until a Witch a little more experienced in the healing arts can tend to the injury and dull the pain further. Ultimately, Ramesses is a little more concerned for Fang than himself.]

Your leg? Do you need me to take care of it?

[It's difficult for him to see in this lighting just how deep the Nuckelavee managed to slash at Fang's thigh, but he noticed her favoring it before he took the shot. So, it's entirely possible that it's beyond his ability to treat fully. But if she needs a bit of patching up until someone with a little more skill can have a look at it, Ramesses can do that much for her.]
belligerentwarrior: (I could see it in her face)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2020-09-01 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[A mutual concern loop, then. Even with the barrier still up, her head turns with the distant screams, tilted as if she's following the swivel of invisible cat ears.]

[The pain was her least concern. The gash hadn't struck a major vessel, and her leg still worked and bore weight, even if Fang's lateral movement was suffering.]
Probably best if I didn't go bleedin' everwhere. Don't want to give these things an extra reason to follow us to the wall.

[And even in her own pride, Fang knew her shift was done as well. Just because she could still fight didn't mean mean she should.]

Might as well use the blood, yeah? You Witches can do that, can't you?
foundfamilies: (tell me every bit of what you're feeling)

cw: emetophobia

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-01 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie does her best to not cause any distractions for him, staying in as firm of a seat on the horse as she can manage with her inexperience so that his attention doesn’t have to be divided any further than it is already.]

I’ll re-emember.

[Not that knowing that beheading is necessary does anything to help her do it. She thinks she can handle the act, mentally speaking (though the sound of flesh being pierced multiple times and the not-completely-inhuman scream brings an unpleasant acid taste to her mouth that doesn’t fade completely as she swallows it back down). She isn’t sure how to do it, physically speaking.]

[She hadn’t brought anything larger than a dagger with her on this impromptu trip, and she doesn’t think it will be big enough to take off a head quickly even if she enchants it. She knows the basics of evocation — thanks to two months spent focusing entirely on universal magic, she knows the basics of the basics of every school, but she has never tried anything like this before. She might be able to cobble something together eventually, but right now, she’s drawing a blank.]

[She’s distracted from her theorizing by a sudden burst of emotions from her familiar. (The familiar bond is strange in that it carries a similar amount of information as her connection with them in their original world, but it’s not the same information.) Concern mixed with pride of accomplishment — they found the second Nuckelavee. Where are — ?]

[She points with so much force that she has to place her free hand on his much larger one that holds the reins to steady herself.]

Ahead, t-to the left!

[Her finger moves to continue pointing in the direction of her familiar as the shadows do their best to keep up out there in the darkness. Leslie has only what Byleth has shown her in terms of a formal mathematical education beyond simple arithmetic, but her spatial sense is good enough that she can guess:]

It’s coming directly at us!

[At their current pace, the second Nuckelavee’s and Hubert’s nearly perpendicular paths will cross dramatically a couple of rough intersections ahead. In the worst case scenario, Leslie could magically shield them to spread out the force of the blow to lessen the damage they will take, though she’s not sure if she can stop the charge from bowling them over, which brings its own dangers. That worst-case scenario might be avoided if their horse can either change its pace or change its path before the shadow horse and abomination meet.]

[So, Marquis Vestra. What level is your Riding skill?]
killuwatt: (it's gonna be may)

[personal profile] killuwatt 2020-09-01 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looking over his shoulder as he turns back to face the beast, Killua flashes her a brief smirk. ]

I'll be fine.

[ He promises, though it's difficult to tell if it's overconfident posturing because he has an audience now or not. Maybe the real answer is somewhere in between.

With a faint, unpleasant cracking noise of bones and tendons shifting around, Killua's hands... change, the nails growing long and impossibly sharp. It's not magic or Monster powers; it's an old family trick. And while he's still learning how to be a Witch and doesn't trust his grasp on the spellwork or his ability to do it quickly enough right now, this he knows as naturally as breathing.

And it shows. As the beast approaches with sword held high, Killua crouches low, giving himself extra momentum when he springs forward. Once more, he slides right underneath the arc of the blade with centimetres to spare, ducking low to get at its underside. His claws rake across the creature's equine chest and across one powerful upper leg, reaching into the exposed muscle and tearing out sinew all in one almost too fast to follow, unsettlingly fluid motion.

It's gross. ]
needsteaplz: (Concerned)

[personal profile] needsteaplz 2020-09-01 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She takes no offense and nods.]

I am, although not a classic one from Greek mythology, so fire magic affinity is out. I might have struck out on the animal combination lottery.

[Her red fox legs and the thick scaly tail of a crocodile were the immediate giveaways. The combination is not exactly the easiest to conceal after all.]

The problem is since I've got reptile traits, it's harder for me to stay warm in this cold. Last thing I want is to go into hibernation mid-hunt.

[ While Saori is no musician, she appreciates amazing music when she hears it. She can't help but smile softly as its calming effect takes hold. ]

You play beautifully, by the way.
fordeath: 30236849@PIXIV. (cxxiii.)

[personal profile] fordeath 2020-09-01 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
I see. My Bonded happens to be able to use it, which is why I ask.

[ one might mistake amadeus himself for being part-bird, the way he preens at the compliment. ]

You're too kind. [ smile, smile. look at you, saori, giving him the opportunity to talk about himself. ] You might say it's my specialty. [ following this, he brings the piece to a satisfying close. he pulls the bow from the instrument, arms out flashy and wide in a last little bit of grandeur. ]

I have a number of German dances at my disposal which are sure to fire you right up. But that may be a tad inappropriate, given the situation. [ in his opinion, though, there is never an inappropriate time for musical accompaniment. ]

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