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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Jan 28, 2015 22:57:12 GMT -6
OC: Fantasy, as will be made apparent. Come as your RPG selves, haha. The cleric Ryou was in a bit of a bind.
Perhaps she should have stayed with the afflicted villagers, even though she had done already all that she could to heal them, and all that was left to do, in that place, was to wait. Still, this dungeon where she found herself going, where she found herself in now, was the source of the strange creatures that had been assailing the townsfolk, and she figured she would have to do something about it. Her higher-ups had said in the letter they sent, in reply to her report, that some help would be coming soon... but that might be too late.
So, even though she was but a beginning priestess, and a total novice at combat, she had ventured in the haunted hollow. Which brought her to now... in this particular dank, creepy, cobwebby tunnel... in the company of various skeletons. Walking towards her, with intent to maim and kill, as they certainly were wont to do, their unnaturally bound joints clacking. She readied her club with a distressed look on her face, looking more ready to cry than anything else.
She supposed it could be worse. Zombies were probably slower opponents, but they reeked, and she could get all sorts of poison... and then there were those other undead which were plainly out of her level, vampires and doppelgangers and whatnot. Still, what she was facing was more than a handful.
"Femur, hipbone, collarbone, skull..." she mumbled. "Uwaaaaa!" She whacked the closest one with a pitiful sort of battlecry, even as they cornered her, to little effect. It swayed just a bit before straightening up, like some strange sort of bamboo. She kept whacking the others, but even as she did they struck her, giving her nicks and cuts. Ah, she probably should be thankful they didn't have weapons... but at the rate this was going they would skin her alive.
Well, she could always heal herself... "Ah, I missed!" she exclaimed, as the ball of rejuvenating light slipped from her fingers instead of fortifying her body... and promptly vaporized one of the skeletons.
"...huh. It does that, too?"
Maybe this wasn't that bad after all.
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Jan 29, 2015 16:51:00 GMT -6
OC: Fighting style and mannerisms mimic Yuri Lowell from Tales of Vesperia. If anyone cares I'll try to find a few videos or images The Undead. Smelly, slow, and generally a nuisance more then an actual threat. If it hadn't been for the pay, he wouldn't even bother. But unfortunately a Mercenary couldn't be picky. Well...some could afford to be, but he wasn't near that level yet. To begin with he had only got this job due to connections. Seems that's the way the world was heading these days. Less open jobs for everyone. After all, strangers weren't trusted to be reliable when trouble came, so naturally finding someone with a record of reliability was given preference. As much as it made his way of living a pain in the ass...at least it gave him an excuse to travel. He had even been given a horse for travel this time! It must have really been urgent for them to insist on travel by horseback. The dungeon didn't take too long to reach. His instructions had been clear and there hadn't been any hiccups on his route. Another benefit of being given a personal job...it was usually structured a lot better. He couldn't count all of the times the instructions had been vague or just plain wrong. Maybe this was for the best after all.
He slowed the pace of his steed as the air around him grew stale. He was close. His dismounted and tied the horse to a nearby tree trunk, retrieving his weapon, and continuing forward. It was a sword of medium length with a hand-and-a-half length grip to allow for both one-handed and two-handed combat. Though the sword was sheathed, he was a bit unconventional in that he held the sword by the same threads originally meant to tie the sheath to one's side. He found it was just too slow to draw the blade when it was tied to his side. It also hampered his movement options. He entered the dungeon and continued cautiously. He had been called to repel a threat here and was told a rescue might be in order...but if he died before he even got that far it wouldn't do him much good. Traps were usually abundant here, as well as potential enemies. Though this was already fairly obvious as the smell began to invade his senses. He had definitely found the right place. But just as he had started to notice signs that he wasn't the first one to walk down these halls recently, he heard a faint shout far into the darkness. If it hadn't been so quiet before he likely wouldn't have noticed, but the sound that disturbed the quiet was undeniable. It was the sound of conflict. He sprinted forward, his sword swinging side by side beside him.
Tomoya had arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 14:27:14 GMT -6
OOC: Think Sejuani (name clickable) from League of Legends and you'd be along the right lines. While she was certainly no mercenary, Kyou was never one to sit around. She'd been informed that she was needed and that her services would be most useful; she had agreed, but not for money or anything like that. No, she agreed for the challenge. A warrior and barbarian, she would fight creatures far and wide for the challenge rather than for any other source of gain. Yes, there usually were other gains involved, but they didn't matter to her so much as a good battle.
She wasn't alone, however; she rode on the back of her boar, Botan. Her boar was huge, his tusks protruding and looking fairly menacing to anyone unfortunate enough to come into the path of the creature, loyal only to Kyou herself. Now, the undead may not be all that big of a challenge, but she decided to accept and come on the off chance that there would be some stronger undead here. Regular undead were pathetic, weak mooks and nothing more - when you started going up the ladder of necromancy, you met the higher up undead monsters, and that was where it counted. They showed up all over the place, as well. Kyou had heard that the town had been assaulted by the undead and some turned, and when there was a source, the source was usually strong. That was the reason she had agreed.
Approaching the area where the dungeon lay, it soon came into view; Botan growled as they approached, Kyou taking notice of the subject of the growling. There was a horse tied to a tree... this must be the place, if others were here. Climbing off Botan, she recognised that a dungeon was no place for this creature. He would be useful, but only in select circumstances and otherwise, he would likely fall right into more built traps than he would charge through all of them. As a result, Kyou turned to him. "Don't hurt the horse, Botan. Remember to come if I call you." Botan snorted as a response, which she expected.
Drawing her weapon, a heavy chain flail/morning star, Kyou descended into the ruins. She expected enemies, but didn't have any issue with dealing with them as they came. As a result, she charged forward into the ruins, having been through enough dungeons to know what to look out for and where to be careful.
She wouldn't be long.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Apr 21, 2015 7:37:15 GMT -6
So, she had something to fight against the undead, and something to patch her up with every strike they made. Unfortunately, however, they were the same thing, and as any spellcaster will have you know, their shiny shenanigans had a fee of mental strength, which was not as infinite as certain drill-wielding mercenaries would have you believe.
Still, even with that thought, and with the rational decision that naturally followed it to conserve her ammunition as much as she could, there was only so much she could do without them. She went first one way, dodging one skeleton's claw only to collide with another's skull. She backed away, only to find another clambering for her back, and that one had quite the success of a scratch. "Aaah!" she instinctively uttered in pain.
She shambled yet again to another side, and then, finally, finally, threw one of her luminescent orbs among the trio that had hunted her... and she was rewarded with their simultaneous combustion... apparently it worked if they were close enough. Three down, so many more to go... she didn't really know if she could get them to bunch up some more, with how erratic and mindless they went for her. There were only so many times she could afford to be bait...
Her back smarted with the wounds she had just received, and she wondered if she should heal herself or wait for some more wounds to get the maximum effect... and then she wondered if she was being delirious for thinking that way... already they were coming again... and then there was the sound of someone not quite dead.
Not quite sure where it was coming from, she just shouted, her voice shrill in built-up panic, "OVER HERE!" OC: Ugh, not sure if I'm writing her Ryou-enough right now, although to be fair it's a very different situation from the usual ones she finds herself in.
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