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Swift was glad to finally see the situation carry on its way to being resolved. The Gypsy finally choose to trust them. This was a step forward the pilgrim was glad for. Swift smiled and bowed their head thankfully. The mage was troubled to hear they were without their leader. It was never good, but if they had a hierarchy, it meant they were not just running about without a goal. The brute took to Pete's excitement and followed along. Finally, progress!
Nono had been waiting for his master's return. It was growing late and the faerie was growing hungrier by the hour. The tiny, white-furred minion was not pleased. He fluttered up from the bed and made his way out of the church. His little bonbon bounced as he searched and fluttered about the city in search of his master: the one carrying the money to purchase food.
The Galka was only armed with a shield and hammer, but it was against their teachings to carry weapons that pierce the flesh of another creature, bit given the mage's sheer size the hammer alone could wreck havoc on anything smaller. They did not feel the need to have their guard up as they were led along with Pete. It would be good to clear any misunderstandings and help those in need of being helped. The narrow corridors they were led through would remind the Galka of the mines and the oppression that came with their association. It was material for a Galka to spend the majority of its young adult life underground, but more so it was a necessary survival technique in the harsh deserts. Many of the ancient ruins of the people of the Zepwell islands could be found submerged beneath the sands. Though for those without the ancient knowledge of the Galka people, it was mere conjecture... After all the sands would bury anything given that chance. Here in the catacombs the brute found comfort and pity -- at least until they had the upperhand. The brute sighed and sunk their head in shame.
Even though he was categorized as an Adventurer in their country, Swift never saw themselves as one, but messes like this often made them question the case. This would be no easy fix and it would not help either of them to fight back a whole people, no they too had pride and a sense of kinship. Swift looked to Pete.
"I much prefer ropes..." He dearly hoped Pete agreed, coffins were quite cramped for fellows their size....
NOTES: Nono's hungry....
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 12:30:29 GMT -5
Pete looked to Swift, baffled by his response. How could such a burly man give up so easily? Bah, to put up with such poor luck was a common burden for Pete. Yet even as he put his fists down and huffed in agreement, a plan still formulated in his devious mind.
The Gypsies bound the two in ropes, just as promised. From just below their shoulders to their further bound wrists (the rope of which connected the two), their bonds encased them. The gypsies pushed them forward, laughing at their new prisoners as they slowly moved down more corridors. Soon enough there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and sure enough they were pushed into said light. It was the entrance to The Court of Miracles.
The court was a fascinating place, where brightly colored humans lived in brightly colored tents or caravans that were scattered all across the encased room. It was dim, damp, and rather largely populated, but the mood in the court was nothing but joyful. The two soon stopped in front of a tall wooden structure at the front of the court. One of the gypsies, a burly fellow with a very large beard, stepped forward and whistled loudly before exclaiming, "Come 'round everyone! He have ourselves some guests!" People began to move forward and Pete decided now was the time to make his move.
It didn't matter that he was bound, he was at the court and that is all that matters. As the burly fellow began to make puns about Pete and Swift "Hanging around", Pete would look to Swift and give him a devious grin. There was a dark chuckle, and then POOF Pete was gone. His form was replaced by smoke, and his bonds fell to the ground. He reappeared on top of the wooden structure and let out a loud evil laugh. As the gypsies looked to him, Pete put his fists to his waist and boasted, "Ya ha! Time to make a miracle of my own. I'm gonna take dis here crowd of gypsies and replace them with brand new heartless minions fer me!"
The crowd began to chatter in confusion and a few muscular gypsies began to climb the stairs up to Pete's position. They would never reach him. With a snap of his fingers, Pete yet again Summoned a heartless for battle. Only this heartless would not be hesitant to destroy everything in its path. It was a Grim Reaper variant, a massive being wielding a pendulum like scythe that he slowly swung between his fingers. With another ghastly laugh, Pete snapped his fingers again, his order to attack. The heartless obliged, swinging his scythe without restraint. Tents and caravans began shreds and splinters as the scythe passed through them. The gypsies scattered in a panic, unknowing that the beast would soon come for them. A group of brave men attempted to tie the monster down with rope but a simple spin would make quick work of of those meager materials. Pete let out several hardy laughs as the monster ripped through the court. It would seem this would be the final hour of the gypsies...unless someone did something. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 14:06:38 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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Swift was always an unusually agreeable fellow. Galka often had aggression problems, so seeing one calm in he face of danger showed experience and even an unnatural state of being. The brute's individuality, though, seems to have brought trouble. A wish to help and serve those in need had undoubtedly placed them in this position. Being carted along like some slave seemed to sadden the Galka. The mage stared at the ground as they marched, a solemn air hovering over their form.
Nono fluttered his way around the mazes of alleyways and walls. The little faerie followed the strong number of lifeforms, hoping his master would be there doing his usual preaching. There seemed to be nothing but brigands and those suffering destitute around.... Swift would definitely be around here some where. The Moggle narrowed his slant eyes at the thought. Master was certainly going to get a piece of Nono's pompom and paw when he was through with him!
Suddenly Pete would vanish, startling the young Galka. He stood before the Gypsies and proclaimed to them of his own works of miracles. The only one who could provide miracles was Altana herself. Her creations merely perpetrated the possibility of progression into the provision of peace. Pete called into the world some sort of Dark Avatar which began to attack the citizens of the Court. The mage squeezed their eyes shut as they focused at the sounds of their screams and cries. A boiling rage caused the Galka to trembled.
"Why, good sir?" Swift's gentle voice would whisper out. They looked up to Pete and shook their heads, their hood falling from the mane of white and black that nobly graced the pilgrim's features. "Can you now see the path you walk? Such strength... yet your spirit is corrupted." He had helped the cat here, but it seems their intentions were as black as his fur.
Swift raised their bound hands over their heads as if in prayer. Their body seemed to move to brace themselves before they charged the Grim Reaper. Words of prayer slipped passed the brute's lips as they slammed their fists down upon the body of a Heartless scurrying about, before the brute exhaled a deafening roar that echoed across the court of Miracles.
"To her let my words be heard: no pain can I suffer is greater than the pain of my enemies! They suffer in their souls, as I suffer in my heart! To my side Altana stands so that others may see her light! I suffer no pain, greater than any other man, so unto me case thine Afflatus Misery!!" The spell seemed to fill the Galka with bravado, but nothing else did the spell seem to do.
The brute moved to stand between the attacking Heartless and Gypsies. Swift would be their wall, but with arms bound, the mage would suffer too as they have. There was nothing greater than taking onto oneself the suffering of others. You could not understand their pain, without having suffered it yourself. Swift needed to face Pete, because he too suffered, but from what, the Galka could not know. There was always cause for evil. The acts of Promathia were always with reason. To the Galka there was no such thing, as unjustified evil, but neither could evil be allowed to run rampant, just as the good could not be granted leeway to punish all whom they felt were in the wrong.
NOTES: 1. Attacked a Heartless to Provoke them
2. Used Afflatus Misery: The more damage taken by the mage will increase their strength, thus allowing the spell after this is cast, to increase its potency. When minor damage is taken the next spell's potency is increased by 10% (minor). When moderate damage is taken, the next spell's potency is increased by 40% (moderate). When heavy damage is taken, the next spell's potency is increased by 60% (heavy). This spell lasts until the next spell is cast. This cannot be used of Afflatus Solace is active. -5 Post Cooldown
3. Moved to shield the attacked Gypsies.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 15:12:46 GMT -5
The heartless was doing its job expertly. Its precise swings and gashes made quick work of the court. Pete was thrilled. Very rarely did a plan of his fall together so splendidly. With every swing of that malicious scythe, Pete grew a tiny bit more tickled inside. He wondered what level of heartless the gypsies would be when they finally submitted. He hoped they were medium class, he needed more of those.
However the gypsies were not at all willing to submit. Nor were they willing to fight something so massive. Many of them ran for an emergency exit tunnel, while others were cornered by the Reaper. The reaper prepared to convert this group of gypsies into new heartless, thus giving them a fate worse than death, when suddenly it received a massive blow from an unknown source.
Pete noticed the sudden jolt from his minion, and found the portly man to be behind it. As the portly man stood in the staggered heartless' way, the cornered gypsies ran off to escape through the tunnels. Pete, baffled as could be, helplessly watched the gypsies escape. With a pounding of his foot he yelled to the heartless, "What are ya waitin' for? Take down that chump and follow them gypsies!" The heartless turned to Swift and with an angry glare raised his scythe. With an exaggerated movement of its arms, the best brought down its scythe upon the monk. Pete meanwhile climbed down the wooden structure and attempted to relocate the escape tunnel so that he may give chase. [/size]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 12:26:20 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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Swift was quick-footed more so than they were quick minded. Galka were not the most intelligent of Altana's creations, but if they worked hard they could accomplish a great deal within their lifetimes. Galka could live up to two hundred years, but it was quite rare they would reach that age due to their natural recklessness and aggression. The mage knew, from horrid experience, that were he to move: it risked those around their form. The massive Shadow, this creature who seemed under the command of the older cat, was his main concern and greatest threat.
These were creatures of darkness, possibly Avatars of Promathia. But if so, why was that man given such a dangerous power? Did Pete stand at the edges of darkness? Was he held against the bosom of Promathia himself? The traveling pilgrim felt it to be, not an obligation, but an opportunity to reach out and help someone in need. Swift dug their sandals into the ground and stabilized. They pulled their bound hands over their head to block the strike and hopefully get the rope cut. Swift risk injuring them self, but for the sake of others.
While Swift struggled against the massive monster: Nono, their House Moogle, desperately searched for his master. Hunger continued to flood his tiny belly, for ring growls to bubble from that white-furred tummy. Black paws rubbed at the achy belly as it snarled louder than a grumpy Sahagin! Suddenly Nono felt an overwhelming, dark energy fill the air. He spun around, little body twisting midair with the help of his wings. When he turned, his bon bon would bounce as if sensing the disturbance.
"Kupo-po..." He grumbled and pushed forward his pom pom as if it were a hat. "Master better not be there, kuu!" He huffed and fluttered toward the feeling.
NOTES: He's not an old man!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 16:49:57 GMT -5
The blade was thrown down, and indeed struck away the bonds of Swift. The monster blinked at this action, its simple mind confused by Swift's lack of apparent pain. Were those appendages not apart of this being's body? No matter, the rest of him would be plenty easy enough to rip apart. It raised its scythe once more and swung it toward Swift's head.
Pete continued his search, grumbling as he stomped around the abandoned and ruined court. This situation was not as he pictured it, how was he to know they would have rat holes? Bothersome, but nigh irreversible. He shall soon find the tunnel and track down the fleeing gypsies, then once he is at full energy he shall flood said tunnel with a swarm of hungry heartless. His victory was assured, just prolonged.
What of his current minion? He could not be used, he had to stay behind to fend off the portly fool. The last thing Pete wants is to see the monk chasing after him as he tries to conclude his plan. He was confident that the Grim Reaper was strong enough to smash away the feeble man, then again poor Pete was ignorant of the monk's power. Power solely existing to disband the forces of darkness. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 15:46:07 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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When the massive Heatless swung out its pendulum-shaped scythe the mage's ropes were struck as he was forced back by the attack's strength. The Galka kept themselves steady, sandals digging against the ground. Blue eyes darted around the court in worry. Now that the gypsies had made headway in escaping into their respective hidey holes, the Galka mage felt safe to unleash their attack. Stepping back the brute began to chat the chilling words of the spell, at least chilling to the tainted.
Swift raised their hands and slowly parted them as they chanted the prayer. "Circling, swirling filling the void with light. Tempering, tempting out what was right. These creatures before me, of Promathia, seek repentance for you are a blight! I Banish you, henceforth-- begone from this place!" The Banish spell, a spell of pure light, erupted and struck the reaper with even greater force, as the Afflatus Misery spell increased damage done, for the damage taken from the deadly swipes doc the scythe and painful knock backs from blocking the gypsies with their own body.
Swift was not the sort easily deterred. Nono on the otherpaw came upon a shadowy figure roaming around. Big, a fat head... It had to be his master! At least the moogle thought. The panda patterned puff of marshmallow pouted. It was some silly cat... With a sigh and bounce of his bon bon the moogle fluttered away. Finally he came upon his master.
"Where have you been, kupo?!" The hungry moogle was hungrt , so much so he had not noticed the fight. "Kupo!" He squeaked and fluttered off to hide.
What was that scary monster? It looked like one of the Angels! Swift stepped back, hoping the attack was enough to end the fiend. The mage grunted and reached to draw their hammer. It seemed they would need to show Pete a clear path to Altana's heart. Whether or not the Reaper met defeated the Galka turned and rushed off.
"Nono, did you see someone, not a Hume?" Nono pouted at the question. Of all the hair brain ques--
"A fat head, po?" Nono pointed his black paw off. "There kupo." At the direction Swift gave chase with hammer and shield.
NOTES: Banish: A condensed eruption of light that casts out evil. This spell does double damage against Shadows, Devils and Undead creatures. -2 Cooldown
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 19:47:06 GMT -5
The Grim Reaper didn't stand a chance. The battle was over before it could even get going. As soon as Swift's wrathful light touched it, the heartless began to disintegrate. Realizing how close death was, the beast attempted one last attack. The result was pathetic, it didn't even get to lift its weapon before its heart emerged from its chest and the beast's form faded back into the darkness. The heart meanwhile floated up into the air before being consumed by darkness once more to be recycled as another heartless in the future.
It was not hard to notice Swift's light show. Pete had just obtained a generous amount of good luck, finally spotting a hole in a far wall. Surely this was the escape route for the gypsies. What else could it be? As he ran for the hole, he swore he ran right past a floating miniature pig. He must have been tired, he better wrap up this job quick before he started seeing pink elephants too.
As soon as he reached the hole, the before mentioned light show was seen. Pete watched in bamboozled wonder. His heartless fell apart like a pinata in water, and Pete soon pondered if that monk was not the silly push over he thought he was. No matter, that silly old monk wouldn't be able to catch up to him anyway. Surely he was too far ahead! With a determined huff, Pete ran into the tunnels. Completely unaware of the fact that the gypsies were already above ground and had sealed the exit...well sure he became aware when he reached the end of the tunnel and there was just a big wall there. That was a really big twist for him. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2013 13:11:10 GMT -5
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Swift had a time trying to find Pete. The game had turn into cat and mouse an it only seemed to becoming more complicated as it went on. All the traveling priest wished to do was to settle that Darkness that seemed to surround Pete. Before it had not been so obvious, but his cruel and uncouth actions had made it quite difficult to ignore. Pete was the one that truly needed help. Pushing their way through the mage exhaled as he finally. Swift made their way into a narrow tunnel and, to their luck, Pete was as trapped as the rat he turned out to be. It was a shame. Pete seemed to have so much potential. Nono floated ahead, unafraid of he larger male, though Nono's pride far exceeded that of his master's.
"Found you, kupo!" The Moogle, in an adorable flourish, pointed his paw at Pete, settling the other at his hip.
Swift moved forward and moved aside the little moogle, who promptly bit down on his master's hand and clung to it most viciously. The mage winced a bit before he was released and was allowed to march toward Pete with Hammer and Shield in hand. Swift stopped a few feet from Pete and frowned.
"How could you? They were innocent folk..." The brute was ashamed to have not seen that the one who needed help, most of all: was Pete. "You are a much stronger person, yet you stoop to such villainy.... why? Just tell me, what forces you on such a path?" Swift just wanted to help....
NOTES: I only wanted to see you do good.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2013 15:41:48 GMT -5
Pete's dire luck would not improve. He would turn to make his way back, only to come face to face with the pudgy monk and...the flying pig? So it was not in his head. Time to throw out a certain phrase he's fond of.
Pete backed up as the monk scolded him. He had quite the fury, soft spoken yet immensely intimidating. Pete would not simply roll over though. He was supposed to be the bully in this situation. Pete stomped his foot and took up a battle stance, "Villainy's what I do best see? Bein' nice never did me any good anyhow. Never brought me no respect or nothin'."
Pete was suddenly quite angry, he could not place why but something was boiling up in his innards. He pointed at the monk, "What's it to you anyway? I bet you think yer precious goodie goodie light is all high and mighty. This outta show you what for!" Pete took out a bowling ball sized bomb from behind his back. He lifted his arm backwards and with the utmost elegance rolled the bomb to the monk with the intent of blowing him sky high. Obviously he hasn't noticed the hammer and shield for some reason... [/blockquote] -----------Ability Used Gutter Ball - 3 Post Cooldown: Pete puts his bowling skills to good use, creating a bowling ball sized ball and rolling it toward his foes. If someone is hit by it (or it reaches twenty feet) it will let out a ten foot wide explosion. Causes medium damage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 9:11:24 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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It honestly hurt. How could someone be so blind to their own capabilities? Though, for a long time, Swift was blind to the life Altana had given to them. The brute power behind the taut and bestial forms wrought upon the Galka was so they could survive and fight, but along the way they had lost something important, something precious. Their pride was swallowed by a darkness unrivaled by the likes the Beastmen. This was by the hand of Promathia. Swift became blinded by the same pride that would later corrupt their storyteller and bring about an ageless war that pitted Beastmen against man.
Pete had list his faith in the light. Something stirred anguish within his heart, or at least rattle it. The larger car spoke with such conviction that it made Swift sad-- sad he could not understand such a burden. Swift found amnesty in the light, yet Pete had been shunned by it. Altana, was this your will? What was it Altana sought from the feline? What was expected of Swift? Even Nono could not coldly sneak at Pete's angry rant. The little, pink ball of fluff felt sorry for Pete. "Kupo... Master?" The moogle squeaked.
Swift nodded, knowing what it was that was needed of them. "I cannot give up on you. Pete," Swift sternly spoke as their lips curled up in the anger that began to boil from the pain of powerlessness. "I want to help you, but one must first help themselves!"
Pete responded most angrily and attacked! Swift furrowed his brows and tightened their hold on the sacred shield and hammer. Gripping the shield's handle, the mage solidified their guard as the brute began to chant a spell....
"I am light and I am your wall. Standing here I create the shadows so you may take the right path and not fall. Sacrosanctity, raise as I lead these lambs through the Highlands!"
After the spell was up.... nothing seems to happen, but it was no question something had occurred. Swift braced behind the shield to limit the damage recovers received by the powerful attack. Immediately after Swift let out a mighty war cry. The mage would raise their hammer to strike at Pete.
NOTES: •Braced himself
•Sacrosanctity: This spell doubles the party's magical and physical defense for a four post duration.
•Charged at Pete
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 17:03:34 GMT -5
The bomb blew up, and the monk was consumed by smoke. Pete cackled deviously at his apparent victory, only to be dumbfounded by the man's survival. See, now he noticed the shield and hammer...and how they were now rushing toward him. Pete yelped and quickly snapped his fingers. Instead of hitting Pete, Swift would rush through smoke.
Pete would reappear in yet another puff of smoke behind Swift. He would laugh at the portly man and do a taunting dance before saying, "Look's like you're a bit wet behind the ears bub. Let me dry ya off!" Pete assumed this guy thought he was better than he was simply because he had large weapons and could use big words. Well one thing is for sure, Pete shall not let this plump neanderthal make a fool out of him. No one messes with Pete and gets away with it.
Pete kept his promise and attempted to "dry Swift off". By that he of course means to throw more bombs at him. There has yet to be a problem that has not been solved by fire and/or explosions. Pete pulled out six baseball sized bombs and threw them outward as he kicked off himself back. With another chuckle he let the bombs do their job and ran for the exit of the tunnel. This plan was a bust, but he would need a bit of time and concentration to get away. Dark corridors are always quite strenuous to conjure. [/blockquote] ----------Abilities used "Later Losers" - 3 Post Cooldown: Pete enjoys a degree of magic as well. One such trick is being able to disappear in a puff of smoke and reappear within 30 feet from where he disappeared from. Happy Festival Fireworks - 3 Post Cooldown: Pete sure is fond of explosions. Often he'll pull out six baseball sized fireworks and throw them outward to give his opponents an explosive surprise. He'll usually use them during getaways to slow his pursuers down. Each firework explosion has a four foot radius and does mild damage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 11:23:28 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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Swift had managed to brace himself from Pete's bomb attack, which was reminiscent of the trouble making Goblins that often roamed the place Swift called home. The mage turned up the deep, blue eyes, the orbs focusing on Pete. He was seen as neither an enemy nor an ally. Swift saw a victim of the Light always seeking to force their beliefs on another. Pete was a victim of that system which always sought to place and segregate others. If, by some small margin, one did not fit completely into their categories they were left with no chance, no pity, no friends. For the mage Altana did not deny them due to their differences or skewed and varying beliefs on what it meant to be good. Swift had seen thrives and marauders call out Altana's name and pray their I'll deeds did not sully them in her eyes. Altana was the mother of the Enlightened ones. She accepted her creations and all of theirs faults.
Swift rushed Pete, but his attempt to negotiate with the troublesome cat was met with resistance. Nono fluttered behind Swift and coughed out when the smoke cleared. "Don't let that fat head win master, po!" The tiny Moogle raged.
Swift sighed deeply. Between Pete and Nono, the healer was not sure who was worse. He did not want to hurt Pete, nor challenge his beliefs, but hurting others for one's own gain was no way to live. He would end up like the Pirates of Norg. Their lives were spent in hiding and on the run. They had but each other in a wide and changing world. The brute did not look down upon their ways, Swift merely felt that they were better men. Pete could do something great and not depend on other's sacrifices. The mage gave a swing of their hammer, but the resourceful anti-hero used something akin to a warp spell and jumped jumped space to over twenty fulms in distance.
"Good sir.... Why can you not see you are so much better than this?" Swift's eyes widened when Pete would, once again, go on the attack.
The brute moved as quickly as their weight allowed. Being without armor helped keep their spells from being disrupted and kept them mobile. Swift narrowed their eyes and panted softly as the damage from the wounds cut into their flesh. Swift stood to their full height, wounds and all. Blurb eyes glittered with a soft gaze as their hand came to rest on the golden clasps upon the Blessed Briault. Softly chanting a spell Swift held out their hand to Pete and released a mighty Holy spell to try and subdue the troublemaker.
NOTES: •Holy: A White Mage's ultimate offensive spell. It casts out evil, doing heavy damage, damage doubling against Shadow, Devils and Undead.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 22:49:47 GMT -5
And at last Pete saw the light. Literally, not figuratively. The end of the tunnel was close at hand, and Pete was sure that he would get away. Surely Swift would take his time following him and allow Pete to prepare his escape. Before long, Pete would be rid of this world. He'll probably take a break after this, maybe find a beach somewhere and rest before trying again somewhere else. He could use a beach after this day...
Flash, Pete swore he saw a bright flash of light as he neared the exit. Of course he curiously turned his head to see what just happened, only to find himself staring down a huge cloud of light. Wait, not a cloud...a blast! Pete yelped as the zooming mass of power approached him and attempted to pick up his speed. He thought he would be able to make it to the exit and get out of the way, but it was too fast. As it came upon him, Pete attempted to pound his fists and summon his favorite spherical shield, but he was too late. The blast hit him, and after letting out a wicked yell he was forced to move with it and tossed out of the tunnel by force.
The light burned. Oh how it burned. As he lay on his back several feet from the tunnel, Pete could only feel the light's burn. He moaned and tried to get up, but his muscles ached and pushed him back down. Pete was helpless, he had been defeated once again. He groaned as he stared up at the cavern's ceiling and moped. He decided that laying there would not help any, and flexed his left hand toward the nearby empty space. With all of his will power, Pete formulated a dark corridor. As the black portal appeared, Pete rested once more. Now all he had to do is wait a moment to catch his breathe and he could hopefully make it to that beach before Swift came upon him.
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Apr 25, 2024 19:22:57 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 23:10:41 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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Swift released the Holy spell with an intense prejudice. The mage had been a bit harsh, but the male continued to fight! Swift was a purveyor of peace, but that delicate heart was that of a warriors, encased in guild and suffering. Pete's actions were unexpected. To think the dastardly cat would shun help so aggressively! Swift merely wanted answers, but Pete ran and fought, as if afraid of the answers of what could have been, that he had missed. As a healer the mage sought to place the travelers of this world on a path that they most succeeded upon, but in that same sense preserving life had been the oath the White Mage prayed upon when the Holy Vestments were granted onto them. Since than they have changed their robes a great deal, but have also come to gain new knowledge with every new piece of cloth, new hammer or new shield. The cloth represented the skin one would shed when they were born anew, revealing beneath their new life. The hammer represented the discipline that carried out the will of the Goddess and the Shield guarded the soul from the corruption of Promathia's curse of hatred and jealousy.
Why did Pete not wish to be helped?
Swift lowered their arms and looked down the tunnel. Pete had run, but the distance was too far for the near-sighted mage to see. They could hear Nono's cries and it was unsettling to know that Pete was running away! In the stead of facing the world for what it was, he had turned his back to it. Swift could not regret responding as they did, for the Hammer of Discipline was once used on their inadequacies. As a White Mage it was their duty to put the world back onto a path they were most needed. It was not the selfish belief of one's duty or fate, but using the gifts granted to you by the Goddess to do something other than destroy the world around you, a world she built with her flesh and blood, or destroying that which was born of her tears: your brethren.
"Don't run away!" These were the strong words that escaped from the mage.... Was it heard? Swift reached out. Was there anything left to save?
NOTES: I tried to save your soul
TAGS: <3
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