[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Pulren Marsh on July 21st, 2014, 1:51 am

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Pulren's shoulders slumped in frustration as the orders whispered by Rick were heard by Thurman. He had suspected that Sarge was overcompensating, but he really had believed that the Wizards were either too far gone or wrapped up in their games to notice. Hearing their cruel companion jeer at them was just too much.

Looking to his left, it was suddenly apparent that something was happening to Rick. A sudden jolt of surprise crossed his features and a strangling sound began to creep from his mouth. The petching bastard was killing his Sergeant and friend, all the while continuing with his insults. The former fumes of fear were leaving the young Guardsman, being steadily replaced with piles of steaming anger. Each word that spilled from the Wizard's mouth only increased the heat that piled upon itself in Pulren's gut.

Before he could act, the sound of metal scraping against wood was the only warning for a sword's cold metal blade to strike at his shoulder, tearing through the fabric of his uniform and scratching his shoulder. The sting of the pain only threw kindling on the burning blaze. The sword then moved in the air and stopped near his throat, the drivel of the mage drowned out by the thumping of Pulren's heart in his ears. A swiping slice caught him just below his throat, blood blotting against the azure uniform he wore. If his blood could change to steam and push through his ears in red clouds of flaming mist, it would.

Suddenly, an arrow sunk into the Wizard's chest, the look of utter shock drawing a smug grin from Pulren, delighted in the apparent death of their deranged captor. A man stepped from the shadows, fit and armed to the teeth. Pulren looked over his assortment of weapons, blades and arrows. He couldn't have been much older than their savior of the day. Listening closely, the Wave Guard was completely in tune with Tyler and his own Sergeant. These bastards would pay, there was no doubt of that.

"You're no coward, Tyler. We thank you. Tactics are always best over frontal assault, unless there is nothing left. Let's bleed these vagiks." It was no surprise to him that the Guards were out recruiting help from more mages. It was exactly that kind of greedy reliance on magic that had caused so much turmoil in the Spring of 514. It was what was wrong with Zeltiva. Nuit and mages running the majority of the town with the military pressed to the coastal borders. He was sick of Wizards, his own Sergeant even trying to join their ranks. Steel, wood, sweat and grit were going to win this day.

Looking back to the young mercenary, Pulren rolled his neck on his shoulders, preparing himself mentally for the fight to come. "Tyler, you are a sure shot with your bow. Aim for the man in gray, the bitch with him uses fire. I'm going to keep her occupied. We'll stay out of your shot." His head down, he began walking toward his gear which sat next to the edge of the right side of the ship. He looked at the ground, making sure to avoid eye contact as his steps were even but still at a normal gait. Squatting at his arms and armor, he fitted the shield on his left arm as he fished his straight razor out of his pack. He folded it and slipped it in his belt at his back while picking up the trident.

Standing, he walked forward toward the flaming Wizard, a look on his own face as he brought his eyes to face her own. It was not the bawdy seduction she had worn prior. It was death. Once within reach, his aim would be to throw his weight into her with his shield and knock her over. If she fell, he would go down with her, pushing his trident into her soft spots, wherever they may have given purchase.
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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Aoren on July 28th, 2014, 1:53 pm

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Tyler nodded to both Pulren and Ricky. He drew an arrow from his quiver knocking it without putting tension on the bowstring. Crouched as he was he took a breath preparing himself for the coming encounter. This was not going to be easy if the mages weren’t caught by the element of surprise. It would be a swift waltz into the arms of Dira if they didn’t get the upper hand quickly. Outwardly the young mercenary was the picture of calm as he waited for Pulren and Ricky to get their bearings about them. When Pulren got a hold of his weapons and charged Madison, the flaming haired woman, things took off.

Jumping to his feet Tyler drew back his bowstring catching sight of the grey robed elder gentleman...only for the shadows of the night to billow forth and wash around him as Gaius caught sight of the impending ambush. Tyler released his arrow. It passed into the impenetrable darkness at the helm of the ship fading into nothingness.

Shyke.

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Shyke indeed. The benefit was that the flaming haired woman seemed woefully unprepared for an ambush. But she didn’t remain that way for long.

Madison was in the middle of chanting when suddenly she was toppling toward the deck of the ship. A screech escaped her lips as she flailed her arms trying to catch her balance. The wood of the deck impacted her shoulder hard as she collapsed. Her gaze went to the Master only…he wasn’t there. He was gone. Confused but very aware of the weight pressing down on her body she snarled reaching for her djed. Her angry eyes came to rest upon Pulren who had tackled her.

You! Die!” Blood splattered out of her lips even as she shrieked the insane demand. Every part of her body was a weapon. Every beat of her heart meant she had the strength to incinerate her enemies. Every breath could become fire. That was not the element she used in this instance however. From her eyes seeped a green liquid that quickly drifted away from her face before solidifying into sharp earthly projectiles that she hurled at Pulren with a flick of her thoughts. While that happened she unleashed a larger portion of her djed exuding it as a gas from the pores of her arms and legs.

The Master’s work! You’ve ruined it! You’ve ruined it!” Something in her mind snapped. She screamed as the tines of the young Wave Guard’s trident pierced her belly passing through her flesh pinning her to the deck. What pieces of her sanity were left had most decidedly begun to shatter. Her eyes narrowed in on the cuts on Pulren’s body even as she knew her fate was sealed. With a flick of her fragmented thoughts she plunged the conjured gas into the young Wave Guards open wounds haphazardly. The untransmuted Res billowed up against his shield, flowing over his clothes, brushing up against his skin only to pour into the wounds on his shoulder and neck. The response would be immediate. Pain. Convulsions. Disorientation. Madison’s dark laughter began to echo across the deck of the ship.

Die! Die! Die! The world will burn! You will burn!

Madison was gone. Her shell remained and it remained only to produce more Res, to use more magic, to cause more pain. Pulren’s only hope was Ricky’s sword to loosen her head from her shoulders or an arrow from Tyler.


NotePul, you just need to stop charging mages or trying to help them. You've got no luck with them in close quarters. None. xD
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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Ricky Maze on July 31st, 2014, 6:33 pm

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At Pulren's sudden charge Ricky's eyes sharpened solely on his squad member as he tried to find the words to stop the boy, but it was already too late and yet not a single sound could come from him. He felt his demeanor shake on the inside when he tried to follow and keep up with Pulren, but the member of his squad already had a long head start before things turned ugly. The two mages were ambushed and caught off guard to be sure, but now it looked that danger posed threat to the life of someone under Ricky's care once more. The woman Madison had been pushed over and attacked soon afterwards, the weapon Pulren used freshly plunged into the gut of the would be woman.

This however didn't stop her... it destroyed her. All that remained was nothing but insanity that led to the idea of self sacrifice, as Pulren was soon being overwhelmed and invaded with Reimancy. The convulsions and the manner that looked so very similar to a moment Ricky experienced in Winter 512 AV... He knew just what may very well started to take place, and he had to act quickly unless he would find his friend either dead or worse. This wasn't the time to worry or think anything through, as that moment had passed when they finally came to attack their enemy. Now was the time to act, and given Ricky was ready to both be rid of these mages and save his comrade, he wasn't going to hesitate in disposing of this witch. The fisherman ran as hard and fast as he could, the shortsword in his hand ready to meet the flesh of the creature that aimed to take out his squad member. He knew it was different from his longsword, he knew he had to get as close as he could in order to make this a successful killing blow.

Ricky's running came to a point where he pounced next, a hard kick off with his feet led him to spring forward in a direct lunge. He could've put himself in harms way at that point, come between Pulren and Madison if he wanted to. But with the witch on the deck pouring Res into the younger Wave Guard, all that was left was for Ricky to strike from above and bring about a final blow that would end her existence. The sword became raised high, the edge felt sharp as the blade lightly flew along with Ricky's own arm power. He felt his shoulder hurt but the pain no longer mattered, he was just about to land the killing blow. As his feet came close to pounding on the deck his sword fell with him, a loud clang sounded out as what could only be described as a tick of flesh tearing, the edge of his blade had hit the deck underneath her neck while the remainder of his blade still resided where her neck was.

A clean cut. Nevertheless he had pulled off a blow that disposed of the monster, Pulren should've been freed from her Res by now. Ricky didn't know for sure just yet, his eyes closed tightly after he watched his own weapon take her life. He hadn't realized it but he was breathing heavily, his pants were short and quick as he started to turn red. Don't lose control. He thought to himself repeatedly, he had come to far to allow himself to fall into a state of pitch black. They still had one last petcher to deal with, and then they could finally all call it a day... hopefully. Ricky finally opened his eyes to examine Pulren real quick, while at the same time attempted to search out the final mage that threatened them.
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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Pulren Marsh on August 3rd, 2014, 7:44 am

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Pulren was proud to take the bitch off of her feet. Pride in putting his trident in her gut, the satisfying thunk of the wooden deck as his weapon's tines skewered and pinned her to the ship. He had hoped she would die with a gurgle, but not this one. It seemed as if every Wizard had the added benefit of going out with an explosion of magic. As he pushed his weight against the shield and his target, his thoughts drifted briefly to the elegance of the arrow and how it had dispatched Thurman.

Brief was the word, however, as her dying words and sharp looks honed in on Pulren, green mist emanating from her eyes. Only Pulren's training saved him from his own vision being put out by the earthy projectiles, his shield going up in an instinctual manner. He could hear and feel the rocks battering his shield as he pushed himself up by the legs into a stagger. What he could not defend against, however, was the billowing cloud of green mist that followed. It seeped into his eyes and lungs, lashed against his open wounds. Leaving his trident where it was, buried in the spent Mage, Pulren could only blindly stagger backward. He wanted to try to fan the fumes away with his shield, but fear kept it close to him, protecting his head, neck and chest.

He could hear the exertion of Rick's attack and the sound of metal against wood, but pain wracked his body and he found himself disoriented. He had to lean against the rails of the ship and find solid purchase with his feet so that he did not go overboard. Doing so in his current state could prove fatal, even to the strong swimmer. Coughing, gagging and feeling faint, Pulren held on to what he could, knowing his moves were spent. When his vision returned, he would do his best to defend the mercenary and his lethal arrows. He just couldn't push forward. Not for one more aching second.
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Postby Aoren on August 3rd, 2014, 4:59 pm

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Tyler came to stand next to Pulren resting a hand upon the young man’s shoulder. He gave it a supportive squeeze before casting his gaze to the dead sorceress. A seething resentment could be seen in his eyes as he looked at her. If looks could decimate no doubt what remained of the deceased woman’s corpse would have been burned to ashes. The distant sound of water splashing had the mercenary knocking an arrow swiftly drawing his bowstring scanning the darkness of the night. His nerves on edge, muscles tensed and body braced for the onslaught of the third wizard he prepared himself for a final conflict.

Only it never came.

Only the darkness of the night remained. Gaius, it seemed, had vanished into the shadows. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen. The sound of soldiers marching on the pier drew his attention. A full contingent of Wave Guards along with several robed figures were making their way to the ship.

Here comes the cavalry. They would show up after we killed these bastards.” Tyler lowered his bow placing the arrow back into his quiver. He nodded to Ricky then reached for a pouch on his belt. He extended it to the both of the sergeant placing it in Ricky’s hands.

My men and I were paid well to guard the ship. Seeing as we failed in that duty doesn’t seem right to keep the payment. It’s all yours. Split it between you and your friend there.” With that Tyler shouldered his bow as the soldiers boarded the ship accompanied by the University mages. If any threat remained both Ricky and Pulren were certainly out of danger. Tyler gave both the sergeant and his protégé a nod.

If you’re ever on East Street, look me up.” The evening’s events seemed to have played out. The young mercenary took his leave as soldiers and medics alike began approaching the bodies on the deck. There were many pieces of the puzzle to put together...

…but one of them was missing.

Where was the enigmatic Gaius Sivet? Why had he attempted to commandeer The Maiden’s Voyage? What was in the Labyrinth of Time that he so desperately sought? Questions that, for now, would linger without answers.


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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Ricky Maze on August 4th, 2014, 8:33 pm

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Tension only rose higher as the three were ready to make their last stand, Ricky was by far bound to be driven insane as the dark night seemed to remain unchanged all around. Still. Quiet. The ship they were on just so happened to be the only thing that proved the world still seemed alive, that time had not frozen for them as they waited for the final onslaught of the third mage. Yet... Gaius never showed. Nothing came out of the darkness, no magic nor monster that dwelt within. Only silence seemed to be their companion as their battle drew to an end so suddenly. Where was he? Had he fled the scene?

There were no answers, only the sound of the three men there as the reinforcements were finally about to arrive. Ricky's skin crawled as he still feared of what may be out there, and given that they'd just managed to survive an encounter with three very powerful mages, he was definitely set on edge now. He still felt ready to blow over and go insane, yet the act was by far the most unnecessary thing to fall into now. They had succeeded tonight, but at what cost? How many lives were lost or harmed in the process? Too many for him to count, as his heart already felt heavy with the near loss he and his squad member encountered. When Tyler seemed to feel the need to give his pay for the job he failed to do, Ricky had been somewhat of a daze at the moment as his thoughts rang hollow to him.

Payment. Split. These were just the two things Ricky could make out with that notion, and of course when he focused more on Tyler at this point he knew now that there was a new contact he could go to, that is should Ricky have need of Tyler's aid for something in the coming future. There wasn't any words from Ricky but with a hard swallow he found it in himself to nod, to at least show he heard and understood what Tyler had mentioned. Now that their company was changing from one mercenary to a group of fellow guards, Ricky took to approach Pulren and proceeded to hand him the bag as a whole. "Ye'll need dis more dan me." When he finally managed to speak he still had the settled shock in his face, a relatively lost and distant look in his eyes as he was puzzled with tonight's wicked event.

"Oi gotta be somewhere." His notion was more so driven to get him away from Pulren, away from the scene in general as he needed a bit of time alone. Time to brood on this, time to make peace with the failed attempts he made, time to come to terms with the poor example he made in trying to be a leader. When the other guards had gotten Ricky's report and the medics took care of his wounds, he was finally free and quick to abandon the scene. He still needed a moment to himself, an incredibly long moment to ventilate the stress he felt today, and what better way to do it than miserably be alone before you return home to the ones you love.
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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Pulren Marsh on August 7th, 2014, 2:46 am

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With every muscle seemingly in tension, Pulren's vision began to clear. Perhaps it was a battle rage or the second wind he had heard tale of from others, but he could definitely feel his mind clearing while his eyes tried to catch up, the gas clearing around him. He had expected some great battle to ensue, one he might have not survived at all. Instead, nothing. Just the sound of the waves lapping against the ship, the breaths of himself and those around him. Shaking the cobwebs loose, he found a grip at the railing and stood more straight.

Looking around the ship, it was apparent that Master Gaius was nowhere to be seen. While it seemed that Tyler and Rick were at ease, Pulren still didn't trust it. He had proven himself a Master Wizard, so who could say what had happened to the old coot? Fortunately, reinforcements from the Guard were arriving on deck, though their timing was sorely off in the young Guardsman's opinion. His attention fell on Tyler's words of gratitude and the exchanging of hands between the Sarge and the mercenary. A large bag of Mizas, it appeared to be. Pulren started to feel better, his heart beating fast again for different reasons.

Then, as yet another surprise, Rick was giving the reward entirely to Pulren. His mouth just opened in shock and he tried to stammer out his gratitude, but his hands had little trouble in reaching out and accepting the bounty. He wouldn't dare count it in front of everyone, especially with the battle frenzy wearing off and every part of his body beginning to scream in agony. No, he would limp off somewhere quiet and private and lick his wounds for the night. Perhaps he would buy some company. It was early yet.
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[Guest ST] Troubled Waters

Postby Aoren on August 16th, 2014, 3:50 pm

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Experience
Skill XP Earned
Leadership + 4 EXP
Meditation + 1 EXP
Rhetoric + 2 EXP
Reimancy +3 EXP
Shielding +1 EXP
Endurance +3 EXP
Tactics +3 EXP
Acrobatics +1 EXP
Longsword +1 EXP









Lores
Lore Earned
The Grim Power of Mages
Meditation: Centering To Clear The Mind
Rhetoric: Rallying Speech
Reimancy: Attracting Water With Res
The Dark Wizards: Gaius, Addison, and Thurman
Shielding: Tasking A Shield To Block Djed
Shielding: Hastily Made Shields Deteriorate Rapidly
Projection: Can Be Used To Torture
Tyler: A Mercenary
The Lingering Threat: Gaius Sivet


Pulren

Experience
Skill XP Earned
Leadership + 4 EXP
Observation + 2 EXP
Rhetoric + 2 EXP
Persuasion +1 EXP
Negotiation +1 EXP
Endurance +3 EXP
Tactics +4 EXP
Shield +2 EXP
Trident +2 EXP
Reimancy +1 EXP









Lores
Lore Earned
Leadership: Rallying Others To Inspire The Meek
The Madness of Mages
Ricky: Is A Mage
Moral Conviction: Never Give Up. Never Give In.
Trident: Using A Trident To Anchor Oneself To The Ground
The Dark Wizards: Gaius, Addison and Thurman
Negotiation: Appealing To Avenues of Etiquette
Ship Savvy: Raise The Anchor
Tyler: A Mercenary
A Forceful Initiation Into Reimancy
The Lingering Threat: Gaius Sivet


Details, Details… :
• | Loot: +200 Gold Mizas, the payment originally intended for the mercenaries.
• | Consequences: Pulren has been forcefully initiated into Reimancy! Whether or not he is aware of his unwilling initiation into the magic is up to you.


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Wow! Well I certain hope both of you enjoyed this as much as I did. I apologize for the delay in grading. Life got away from me. If you have any concerns please do not hesitate to poke me whenever it is convenient for you!
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