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 [E] Fear Consumes, Closed
♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 07:07 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The fear was becoming palpable as the swarm of Fearlings buzzed, feeding on the children shivering next to Niulang. They felt powerful, causing horrible visions for Alhena and the girl, creeping into them, overtaking them. If they had any sense of battle, they would know to keep from Alhena's assault, but they hungered for his fear. With him, the Fearlings could feed for days, they could pull him away and torment him until he was drained of everything that kept his sanity intact, and they knew it wouldn't take much. Alhena was pursued into the sky by the swarm, stretching out from the ground, reaching for such a tantalizingly broken being. The White Tiger winds tore through the darkness, though, tearing another one of those horrifying beings in half with a screech. They shrank away from this power as they were shown that, though Alhena may be broken, his strength certainly wasn't.

Just as Skoll was bounding towards the nearly dead child, fire blocked his path. His forepaws dug into the ground, his back legs dragging around as he skidded a few more feet. He let out a growl and looked around to Niulang, the obvious caster of the obstacle. If he was not able to jump high enough, he would surely be burned, but it was worth the chance to slaughter at least one child of Santoff Claussen. If he returned to Pitch unscathed, it would look as if he'd hardly tried. He backed up a few feet, as far as the ring would allow, which gave him a few bounds before he jumped over the flames, clearing them. Halfway through the air, though he was met with the most painful attack he'd received yet...

Now the Fearlings were trapped between the Niulang's creatures of light, narrowly avoiding their burning touch reaching towards them from the ground, and Alhena's flurry of winds, then all around them fire sprang up. The small group was completely surrounded and swarming, agitated. There was just one thing they could do now. A screech rang out over the field. It was inhuman, a mixture of all the souls they had tormented, a loud ringing through air. The noise bounced off a nearby cliff, reverberating back to them, echoing over and over through the area, swarming them with maddening cacophony.

Skoll landed hard in the snow with a loud yelp. The shrieking was a sudden, loud noise, and then nothing. Skoll could hear nothing. He began to breath heavily, panic setting in. He lay prone in the snow as blood slipped from his ear, matting the fur there and staining the snow.

The children all screamed, just adding to the noise, as they bent and covered their ears. They sank to the ground, crying out, but not being able to hear it. Blood poured from their ears as well, down their necks and staining the collars of their shirts. Even Tall Willa in Alhena's arms cried out, desperately trying to stop the noise until it was all gone and replaced with searing pain. William the Youngest the Fifth no longer moved, nor made any noise.

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Skoll
Defend against Niulang's Fire Wall: 6=6 (Success)
Defend against Fearling's AoE: 1<6 (Critical Fail)
Hit Points: 2/3
Action: N/A, Stunned

Children
Defend against Fearling AoE: 1<6 (Critical Fail)
Tall Willa HP: 1/2
Wendelle HP: 1/2
Hesta HP: 1/2
Brien HP: 1/2
William the Youngest the Fifth HP: 0/2
Action: N/A, Stunned

Fearlings
Defend against White Tiger Winds: 1<5 (Fail)
Defend against Light Summon's: 6>5 (Success)
Hit Points: 4/10
Action: Cacophony of Torment AoE
Roll: 6
Transformation Charge: 2/3
Children Transformed: 0/5
Children Dead: 1/5

NOTES: If you fail against Fearling's AoE, you are stunned for 1 round (1 post), but if you roll a 1 (Critical Fail), defender's eardrums are ruptured and they lose health. Only those with ears will need to roll a defense roll. Momo, you can decide if your Light Summons need to roll, but the Fearlings do not need to, so I doubt they will need to.

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 Posted: Nov 28 2017, 10:10 PM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


Alhena breathed a sigh of relief as his winds tore through one of the Fearlings. Its shrill screech chilled him to the bone as it dissolved into nothingness--lost to death so that it would never again bring suffering upon his victims again. He was feeling more than a little ill, fighting these monsters all over again. Anything that reminded him of home or of his time in Pitch’s lair was enough to make him want to vomit.

But for the sake of these kids, he could honestly care less about what happened to him. Pitch had never been above terrifying children… but killing them? This was something that seemed new. It was a sign that the Nightmare King was resorting to anything now. And that was dangerous from a strategist like Pitch Black. The monster had all the knowledge of the former High General of the Golden Army. Why was he playing so dirty so suddenly?

”Persistent little…” Alhena zipped through the air, the child still held protectively in his arms as he prepared to blast more wind at the Fearlings. Suddenly, a horrifying screech tore through the area and echoed in his eardrums. Honestly, he should have realized what was going to happen the moment those Fearlings opened their ugly maws. The resounding screams tore through the air, and Alhena reflexively attempted to hold the child closer to him, putting his hands over hers. Protect the kid…

Alhena cried out as the screeching assaulted him, making him lose concentration on his flight and sending him tumbling from the air. He clutched the girl tightly to his chest, still trying to channel his magic in an air bubble around her to protect her from the impact. He hit the patch of snow hard, still holding her, as the breath was knocked out of him and the world spun nauseatingly.

He was a soldier, for Lunanoff’s sake. He had done this many times before. Some Fearlings and their screams would not take them down. Slowly, Alhena opened his eyes, the blurred world slowly coming back into focus. He tightened his arms around the girl shivering against him as he surveyed the scene. One of the kids… he wasn’t moving…

”Bastards…” Alhena swore, struggling to sit up.


HP: 2/3
Defense: 3<6, fail
Action: N/A, stunned

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 Posted: Nov 29 2017, 12:50 AM
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Very Old • Celestial Human • Balance • Aquarius Constellation


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 SKY FULL OF STARS

For a moment, it appeared as though things had taken a turn for the best. The fearlings were closed in and the severely injured child hand been blocked off from the wolf enough that it would be relatively difficult to get past the fire without some form of injury. It would leave at least a moment to attempt an attack on either the fearlings or the wolf. However, the moment was brief. While the fearlings could not move without becoming damaged in some way, they could still cause harm due to the fear that lurked in the air.

It was a fact that Niulang found himself remembering only when he saw the brief movement of what appeared to be a mouth opening. As quickly as possible, he tried to place his hands over his ears. Yet, it was a futile effort. While it might have not caused any irreversible damage it still rung and he found himself unable to move beyond where he was for the moment. Worse, there was nothing to do for the children who screamed, trying to gain protection several moments too late, blood beginning to fall as their eardrums had clearly become damaged.

Shit.

Yet, there still stood figures unfazed, lurking between the fire that had enclosed the beings. The yang beings seemed to not notice the noise at all and how could they? They were less than shades, merely light energy in a humanoid form, possessing nothing to take in the noise. Extending its hand out, the light creature let loose its light once more to burn the remaining fearlings, seeming to take advantage of the moment.


HP: 3/3
Defense Roll: 5 < 6
Action: stunned
Action Roll: n/a
Summons' Defense Roll: immunity [from biology; they basically light blobs]
Summons' HP: 2/2
Summons' Action: Attack -> Fearlings
Summons' Attack Roll: 5


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♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Dec 19 2017, 04:36 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The Fearlings are whirring with frustration, the area becoming palpable with fear as their numbers dwindle and there attack doesn't seem to stop the creatures of light. They are hit, sizzling and screeching as one of them are fallen again. They do not fear, they are fear, pushing forward. The darkness must snuff out the light. Their forms move to circle, to constrain, one of the creatures, to blot it out.

Willa was quiet for a few fleeting moments in Alhena's arms. She let out a soft cry and clung to him. Under her breath, so feeble at this point, she thanked him, over and over. Her words are hard to catch, but she transitions to begging, begging to be protected and saved from this attack.

There was only ringing now, the howl of the winds, the whirring of the shadows, the sounds of children screaming were all snuffed out. Skoll huffed a few times, muscles rippling beneath fur as he began to lift himself from the snow. His balance was thrown and he staggered, falling more than once in his attempts. To rid himself of the deafness, he shook his head, but it would not good. Instead, Skoll's head pounded harder, pulsing with the pain of the attack from his own ally. Finally, he stood, sucking in a deep breath. The child in the snow not far from him was no longer breathing. A wide grin broke across his face.

Slowly, not all at once, he began to pick up the sounds in the area once more. Skoll turned to the battle. Fire crackled, wind howled, kicking up flurries of snow. he stalked forward and ran at the gallop towards Niulang, looking to clear the fire wall once more. This time, he would not be so lucky. His balance still off, he tumbles through the flames instead of soaring over them. He is prone once more, the flames being given time to singe and cling to his fur. When he jumps up, he is flame. It burns, but his rage burns brighter and, though he takes damage, he does not stop to snuff the fire, instead moving to tackle Niulang to the ground.

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Skoll
Defend against Niulang's Fire Wall: 1<6 (Fail)
Hit Points: 1/3
Action: Tackle Niulang
Roll: 5

Children
Tall Willa HP: 1/2
Wendelle HP: 1/2
Hesta HP: 1/2
Brien HP: 1/2
William the Youngest the Fifth HP: 0/2
Action: N/A

Fearlings
Defend against Light Summons: 4<5 (Fail)
Hit Points: 3/10
Action: Attack Light Summons
Roll: 5
Transformation Charge: 2/3
Children Transformed: 0/5
Children Dead: 1/5

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 Posted: Dec 22 2017, 01:38 AM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


Alhena wobbled shakily to his feet. Taking in his surroundings, he knew that he didn't have too much time left. He had to get the children to safety. But... he couldn't carry all of them. He'd run out of magical energy too quickly. So... what could he do?

Luckily, the other man was keeping the wolf Anti-Guardian occupied. However, the Fearlings were turning on the light creature. Soon, it would come after him and the children. What could he do? What could he do to make himself a more appealing target than the kids?

"Hey," Alhena brushed a hand through the child's hair as she clung to him, voice oddly calm. "It's going to be okay. You've got to be brave, okay? I won't let anything happen to you."

He took to the air, landing next to the children who were gathering themselves. Setting Willa down, he gave her the most reassuring smile he could muster. He had to broadcast that he was afraid. So afraid that he'd be more appealing to these monsters than these kids. "Once you guys recover, you've got to run, okay?"

Alhena turned back towards the Fearlings, watching them fight the light monster. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Take a deep breath.

He was on Gemini, wiping the sweat from his brow after a particularly intense training session. Beside him, his mentor was speaking to him about the living darkness and what it would take to face them.

"All you emotions: fear, happiness, anger. You must keep them locked up in a box. You fight with everything you've been taught. Only after the battle should you even consider letting any of that emotion out. The battlefield is not the place for them. The living darkness will swallow you."

Let it swallow him, then. Despite the freezing weather, Alhena felt sweat sliding down his cheek. He steeled himself for what he was going to do, and then he activated his powers.

White and blue wisps of aura crackled to life around him. The sweat droplet froze instantly on his chin, and he wiped the ice away. "Alright. Let's do this." He knelt on the ground, placing his hands in the snow. The air beside him began to vibrate as he pumped his magic into a thin line in the ground. His blood dripped into the snow from the cut on his leg, and he smeared the red snow into an arc before him. "Vivo argento meo sanguine. Genus cito bis facies ignescent animus meis viribus auras. Conjuro te murus quirito."

The Gemini spell split around him, crackling a bright white as a wall of wind erupted into existence, splitting rock and trees in its way as it shot up on either side of Alhena, blocking the children off from any Fearlings that would turn on them. In the only rift in the wall, Alhena stood with his sword drawn. He took a deep breath, and he thought about everything that could possibly scare him. He basked in the fear, letting it swamp over him and overwhelm his senses, freezing him in place.

His childhood in the House of Wards. The unwanted touch of superior officers. The death of Mithuna. His imprisonment for failing the House of Geminorum. The fall of Gemini. The night he lost Castor and Pollux. Being unable to help Caspian. His time in Pitch's dungeon. Verelinne. Desmond. Waking up to an empty house to the news of a dead Adrian. Everyone he had loved.

Alhena's grip tightened considerably on his sword hilt as he pointed the blade in the direction of the Fearlings. Could they sense him and his terror? How scared he was of fading away into irrelevance? Being useless? Nobody wanting him? All those words about him being trash and worthless being the truth?

"Hey!" he yelled at the Fearlings. "Come on!" He would fight them. And he was going to protect these children. If they wanted to tear down this wall, they'd have to go through him first. He thought of Tars, and he knew that this fear was a part of himself. No matter how scared he was, it didn't mean he was going to stop fighting. He still had someone he had to live for.


HP: 2/3
Action: AoE: Wall of Screams (A wall of wind is erected that will knock back anyone who comes into contact with it. Might cause damage to those who try to go through it. Injure the summoner however, and the wall collapses.)
Roll: 3 (Incapable of causing damage to those who try to breach it, but it does give the children +1 defense buff)

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 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 05:12 AM
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Very Old • Celestial Human • Balance • Aquarius Constellation


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 SKY FULL OF STARS

For a moment, Niulang found himself within the past. It was as if his father was before him, speaking to him about the balances of the universes. The universe, he would have said, is made up of a series of balances. Yin cannot exist without yang, just as darkness cannot exist without light. This particular balance is one which he would have believed was kept through struggle, something which he personally disagreed with. After all, there was little point in darkness and light struggling just to keep their existence. They could coexist. It was merely disagreement and the refusal to try and achieve peace which allowed for such violent means.

It was this that he could not help but remember at the sight of havoc around him. After all, what point was there to a child's death? What point was there to the tainting of a soul? What good was there in what the anti-guardian attempted to do? He could not help but doubt that there was any. There was just a perpetual cycle that only achieved death and chaos.

However, where darkness might have wished to dim the light, it only caused Niulang to burn brighter. His flame grew hot with his ire. Useless, he could not help but think, This is useless when a child is allowed to die.

He found himself unable to fully block the attack sent towards him. Instead, he could only prevent the wolf from truly harming him even as he fell to the ground. Nonetheless, he could not help but find an advantage in the situation. Despite the flame that clung to the wolf, it did not harm the celestial. Instead, it licked at him, harmless as could be. A heat entered his dark eyes and he allowed flame to burst from his hands, aiming to only add to that which clung to the wolf.

"Didn't anybody tell you not to touch an open flame, wolf?"

Meanwhile, where darkness attempted to smother the light, it merely shifted, avoiding the shadows and becoming akin to a small glow. However, it could not help but flicker in annoyance. Two becoming one, the creature shown brighter than before. Its light was blinding and burning, stretching far beyond where it had before.


HP: 3/3 -> 2/3
Defense Roll: 3 < 5 [hit]
Action: Attack -> Skoll
Action Roll: 6
Summons' Defense Roll: 6 > 5 [avoided]
Summons' HP: 2/2
Summons' Action: Attack -> Fearlings
Summons' Attack Roll: 7


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♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 06:45 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Tall Willa looked at Alhena with round, fearful eyes. She shook, but focusing on his voice calmed her and she only let out small tremors. She blinked and nodded softly, trying to muster the courage in the face of all the fear, to believe in this man who seemed so set on saving her.

“Okay,” she responded to him on an exhale, blinking away her tears.

Thrust into the air with him, she clung, not making a peep now. Relief washed through her as she as set down with her friends. Still, she focused on his words. He was a voice of reason in all this chaos.

She nodded quickly. “Okay, I'll make sure they're okay,” Willa responded, feeling his trust in her, taking the responsibility. More than anything she wanted to be like him, to be as courageous and selfless. Despite how tired Willa was, how sick she felt, how much the darkness blotted her vision, she stood tall. She watched with a raised chin as she turned away from Alhena and began to gather her friends. There was someone missing, though.

“Where's William?” Willa asked, looking for her younger brother.

It was Hesta who spoke, through tears. “The wolf he...,” she sobbed, cutting herself off. She turned and pointed to the dark mound laying in the snow several meters away.

Willa felt her blood run cold and she tried to swallow down bile that built in the back of her throat. She looked away, clothing her eyes, trying to repress the sorrow than filled her to the brim, trying to throw it away and not like the shadow sickness amplify the mourning. Willa sniffed and went down on one of her knees.

“We're going to run soon, okay? We're going to get away, we're going to go home,” Willa told her friends, giving each of them confident eye contact, just the way Alhena taught her. She could see the way it calmed her friends and they nodded. Now, they waited for an opening.

The Fearlings paused, shifted, as if turning their head to sniff the air. They could smell dinner, a feast of fear being concocted by the most talented chef they'd ever encountered. Distracted, they were hit by the light again, hissing out in the air. However, they weren't torn from their new target. Alhena.

They tore through the air towards him, their hunger gnawing at their very being. They could smell his cold sweat in the air, salty, seasoned perfectly. Just as they were coming close, just as the fear was about the consume their buffet, wind and crackling lightning tore up through the air and their now minuscule form was thrown back into the light summons. With so much light, they were blinded, prone, unable to move.

As the fire hit him, finally burning away his fur, searing his flesh, he could no longer ignore the fire. It ate his skin, scaring him, unbearable heat all around him. He let out a loud roar and rolled back into the now to rid himself of some of the flames. When the flames her snuffed he rolled back up to his feet, looking at the battlefield.

In his plans, he hadn't considered such a defence at Santoff Claussen, and that was a mistake. There were more than just Guardians who wanted to protect children. Skoll didn't know who these people were, but they weren't the Guardians he'd heard tell of and took into account when building his plans. They had won. Not completely, they had lost a child, but more children survived than fallen. The Fearlings had been utterly useless in this, other than distracting the one defender. He glared and growled. A good tactician knew when they had lost and knew to analyze their mistakes to make their next plan better.

He turned back to Niulang. “Flames are easily doused, mage,” he growled to him, “this is just the beginning. We only grow stronger everyday and one day you all will fall to the darkness in this world. All your efforts to protect the children of this world with lies of safety in the face of our forces will be your downfall.” He raised his head and sniffed, turning around and retreating through the trees, to the nearest entrance to the Labyrinth.

All that remained were two Fearlings, cornered between the light and the wind, buzzing with annoyance and hunger.

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Skoll
Defend against Niulang's Fire Hands: 1<6 (Fail)
Hit Points: 0/3 
Action: N/A
Roll: N/A

Children 
Tall Willa HP: 1/2
Wendelle HP: 1/2
Hesta HP: 1/2
Brien HP: 1/2
William the Youngest the Fifth HP: 0/2
Action: N/A

Fearlings
Defend against Wall of Screams: 3=3 (Fail)[No DMG, Knocked Back in Light Summons] [Light Summons ATK twice next round]
Defend against Light Summons: 2<7 (Fail)
Hit Points: 2/10
Action: N/A [Defense roll failed, cannot reach target]
Roll: N/A
Transformation Charge: 2/3 
Children Transformed: 0/5
Children Dead: 1/5

Just two Fearlings left to defeat, time for a wrap up guys :) Also: So sorry it took so long for me to reply to this!
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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 08:46 AM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


You've still got a long ways to go.

He'd need to work on his skills a little bit more. He was plainly exhausted from using all of his magic up in this manner, but he didn't have many choices left. He had children to protect here. During the fall of Gemini, he had been able to take down Fearling after Fearling like he was cleaving through butter. Now here he was, nearly depleted out energy at ten. He had made a mistake hiding for so long from Pitch and not fighting. Those days spent captured had also taken their toll.

But he was still a soldier, damn it, so he was going to fight for those who could not.

His magic whipped furiously around him, crackling on his last reserves. The Fearlings charged, but Alhena remained unflinching. As the wind and sparks caught the two Fearlings long enough for the other's light magic to hold them still, Alhena swept forward, slashing his sword in a deadly arc of silver to cleave the nearest Fearling in two.

"Please die, please die, please die," Alhena prayed silently in his thoughts. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to keep this up.


HP: 2/3
Action: Attack Fearlings
Roll: 4

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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 10:41 AM
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Very Old • Celestial Human • Balance • Aquarius Constellation


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 SKY FULL OF STARS
If Skoll had wished to move or intimidate Nĩu Lang, he had failed. The Celestial's eyes bore into the wolf with the gaze that could only be found in someone who could truly be called an old soul. While the Aquarian had not been present for the Fall of the Constellations, he had been present for the beginning of the end. Moreover, he had spoken to enough beings that had been alive during such a time to think that the wolf had no idea what he was talking about. Fall to the darkness of the world? Nĩu Lang was no Guardian nor a supporter of them, preferring to keep the hesitant neutrality he had for as long as possible. However, he knew that if Pitch Black managed to gain any form of success towards his goal he would not like his results. After all, if Pitch Black had been born from an attempt to rid the world of darkness, what might be born of attempting to rid the world of light?

He would not bother to correct the ignorant creature though. If he wanted to think him a Guardian, let him. It wasn't like it mattered much. Whether he was or not, he held little doubt that Pitch Black would want him dead. His unfortunate luck of having survived Aquarius' massacre granted him that much.

Apathetically, he watched the wolf run with his tail behind his legs, not bothering to stop him. After all, what was the point of kicking a dog while it was down? Instead, he turned his attention to the more pressing matter: the remaining fearlings. They were few in number and, for the moment, unable to do much as the light and wind left them buzzing with what was clearly annoyance. Tired, he knew that using magic might be difficult. Moreover, it would probably be a bit dangerous to use his fire with the other male so close and wind licking around the fearlings.

Great.

Rather reluctantly, Nĩu Lang drew Kǐl úb Mīt, the cursed blade feeling heavy in his hand. He was reluctant to use it, knowing full well that not only would the creature within attempt to take advantage of the situation but that he was not the best of swordsman. He only held basic knowledge and Asheton had only just begun teaching him within recent months. Moreover, he had begun to realize that what he knew and what he was being taught were fairly different. Though, he supposed that it should not have been a surprise that humans fought differently than people from other galaxies.

As the Fearlings charged, Nĩu Lang moved from where he was, taking advantage of the Fearlings' stillness to attack the one that the other male had not attacked. Attacking in a deadly arc, the blade hummed with satisfaction, practically begging for bloodshed. Meanwhile, the light summons took the existing light and attempted to use it to smother what remained of the Fearlings.


HP: 2/3
Defense Roll: N/A
Action: Attack -> Fearlings
Action Roll: 6
Summons' Defense Roll: N/A
Summons' HP: 2/2
Summons' Action: Attack -> Fearlings
Summons' Attack Roll: 5


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 Posted: Mar 26 2018, 03:41 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.
As their guardians closed in on the little shadows, Tall Willa saw their opportunity. She checked the area, making sure there was no one else to stop them, especially the wolf.

"Let's go," she said, moving in behind the group of children and moving them towards the edge of the forest. She knew where the wards started for Santoff Claussen and quickly moved the children through it before turning and watching what happened next.

The Fearlings were shrunken, their allies lost to the battle, their commander abandoning them. All they could do now was huddle and wait between to two powerful men and their burning light. They sobbed helplessly. They had done what they'd known. Fear was what they needed to live and they were hungry just living in the shadows of the labyrinth, feeding off the same prisoner's fears everyday, bland and stale. This had been exciting, wonderful, and overall damning. If only their forces had been stronger, or their commander more experienced, maybe they would have seen more of this. The wolf did not see them as creatures, but simply as weapons, and left them on the battlefield to run for his own safety. They were abandoned, they'd seen their friends die, and they sobbed. They remembered their individual lives, just briefly, something they didn't remember until now. They remembered being like the children, now huddled in the safety of their forest. The Fearlings had not been so lucky, they had no one to protect them at the time. Bitterness surged through them, jealousy, and children's sobbing.

All three attacks hit, and they vanished into wisps, shadows of suffering children finally released from their eternal prison.

Willa stood with her hand to her mouth, feeling suddenly like she... couldn't look at the world the same way again. She took in a deep breath and blinked away the wetness of her eyes. The children huddled in behind her, watching from behind the skirt of her dress.

"Let's go," Hesta urged, trying to tug Willa away by the hand.

Tall Willa looked over at her. "No, wait," she said, "they saved us, we can't just leave yet."

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Children
Tall Willa HP: 1/2
Wendelle HP: 1/2
Hesta HP: 1/2
Brien HP: 1/2
William the Youngest the Fifth HP: 0/2
Action: N/A

Fearlings
Defend against Alhena: 4=4 (Fail)
Defend against Niulang: 1<6 (Fail)
Defend against Light Summons: 2<5 (Fail)
Hit Points: -1/10
Transformation Charge: 2/3
Children Transformed: 0/5
Children Dead: 1/5

Feel free to exit or speak with the children, we're just wrapping up now. Good job, guys!
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 Posted: Apr 6 2018, 07:42 AM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


Antares was going to be reaaaally mad at him.

It was one thing to go into a fight by himself. It was another to go into a fight outmatched and outnumbered. If it hadn't been for the stranger and his summon, he was pretty sure he would have been dead by now. He was probably going to get a stern earful before Tars would ignore him for a few days... and then he'd have to pout to get him to talk to him again.

Luckily, that was the most of his problems right now. His attack struck true, dissolving the Fearling that did not avoid in time. Soon, the rest of them were gone as well, and Alhena finally allowed himself to relax. That is, he simply collapsed into the snow. His aura fizzed out around him, vanishing in the air like fine mist. The Celestial found his legs giving out not long after, and then he was greeted with a face full of snow.

"Ugh," he groaned in protest, rolling over onto his back as he stared up at the sky. "That was the worst."

Slowly, Alhena reached for his sword, sheathing it quickly. Then, he picked up the strength to push himself up, sitting despite every muscle in his body protesting. He brushed the snow out of his hair, nodding to Niulang in thanks, "You saved my ass. I'm pretty sure I would've died if you hadn't jumped in..."

The Celestial trailed off as his gaze wandered back to where the children had run, noticing that they were still there, staring as they cowered behind each other. Ah, he really wasn't that great with kids, but... "It's safe now," Alhena called to them, "Just uh... gimme a moment to rest and then we can make sure you guys get home safely, yeah?"

Rest. Alhena was going to need more than rest. His entire body ached from burning off his magic reserves, and his leg was still bleeding a little.

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 Posted: Apr 6 2018, 08:41 PM
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Very Old • Celestial Human • Balance • Aquarius Constellation


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 SKY FULL OF STARS
Nĩu Lang vaguely recognized that he would probably need to come up with a lie. He had originally meant to go on a walk, believing that Siberia would be one of the last places that he would come across a fight- or, at least a fight that he would be willing to get involved in. This had clearly ended up not being true and he was injured enough that he would not be able to hide the fact that he had ended up in a fight. Moreover, he had been gone enough that Asheton, his tĩzh, would recognize that something had happened. While he doubted that the man would entirely mind that he had aided in a fight, the man likely was worrying by now and would undoubtedly be curious by the time that he returned.

How troublesome. Nonetheless, the Aquarian held no regret in what he had done. Fights were something that he rarely joined in and it was clear that it had been a good decision that he had chosen to do so. No doubt had he avoided this fight and continued on his way both the children and the other male would be a mixture of dead and tainted.

His brow furrowed at the thought, tired eyes watching with a quiet relief as each attack that had been dealt hit and the fearlings vanished into wisps. While he was fairly ignorant on matters such as this, he was quite sure that the Nightmare King did not tend to try and taint children. Fearlings had certainly done it in the past, but they had avoided doing it for years. It was a certain risk and he vaguely wondered what had brought it about. After all, no doubt it would come with a consequence.

Food for thought he supposed.

Like a puppeter, he called back the summons. He was tired and it was quite clear that he had expended a great amount of energy using his abilities in regards to yang. He recalled the creature back until all that was left was the flickering form of a butterfly. Offering it commands, he sent it off, hoping it actually managed to reach his tĩzh.

His gaze flickered to Kǐl úb Mīt. His gaze sharpened and he ignored the palapable anger from the blade as he sheathed it. His gaze drifted to the fair-haired individual, slowly blinking as the other male spoke. "Fǔ jǔm, I suppose," he said tiredly. Exhaustion was starting to become prominent, particularly with his wounds that would need treating sometime soon. As a result, he found Aquarian coming to him far more easily than any human language. "Though, there's not much need to thank me."

Nĩu Lang shifted his gaze to their entire surroundings. While his gaze briefly turned to the children, it stopped on the deceased child. His lips pursed, considering what to do. Briefly looking to Alhena, recognizing that the other male was likely downplaying exactly how exhausted he was, he turned his attention to the children. "You need to return home." Nĩu Lang knew how to speak to children quite well, especially in stressful and tragic situations. Though he rarely spoke of it, the years he had speant raising his own children had not been kind, as he had primarily had to do it on his own and danger had been quite common while living on Earth. While a soft tone might be needed, he needed to speak to them as equals and with a calm that he might not have felt. "And you need to tell an adult what happened and that they need to come here." The why was clear as his gaze drifted towards William the Youngest the Fifth.



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 Posted: May 12 2018, 04:00 AM
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Tall Willa watched at the two men gathered themselves. They did not act like the knights and heroes in the books she read. There was nothing glorious about this. They were exhausted, the fight bringing them to their knees with the amount of strength it took to win. And win was... a generous word to use. Before them lay a child, never to breath or move again. It seemed impossible for any hero to win with a loss so great. Tall Willa tried not to look at the body, it felt too unreal. It was as if she saw what it was, understood what the next logical thought was, yet couldn't make the connection, or didn't want to. They had won, but they had lost, that is what Willa knew.

She stepped forward, past the barrier of magic that Umbric had placed so very long ago, the one that Nicholas St. North fortified every few years. The children behind her tried to stop her, but their voices fell on deaf ears. The commands that Niulang had for the children were given much the same treatment. Tall Willa had to do something, needed to do... anything. In the wake of such bravery from the men, couldn't she offer just a sliver of bravery for them?

Snow crunched under her feet as she moved forward towards Alhena and held out a hand to him, offering to help him.

"You saved us. I can't leave you out here in the cold. Stay with us tonight in Santoff Claussen and let us treat your wounds," she offered. "I... I can't imagine letting you leave now." Tall Willa pleaded now, looking from Alhena to Niulang.

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 Posted: May 16 2018, 11:23 PM
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Very Old • Celestial Human • Balance • Aquarius Constellation


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Were Nĩu Lang a more stern and serious individual he might have been annoyed about the fact that he had been ignored. However, the battle was, for the moment, over and he had been speaking to a child. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that being ignored was a possibility. After all, he had no doubt tat the childish nature of the children before him was exactly what had caused this situation.

The offer was one which had him pausing. While the white-haired celestial offered his own answer, Nĩu Lang hesitated. It took some effort not to correct the child. After all, while they might have saved the entirety of them someone had still died. Still, it was something he thought best not to focus upon. After all, that dead child could have been tainted instead, a fate which would have been far worse, as could have any of the others. The fact that they had managed to not only chase away the Anti-Guardian, but also destroy all those he had brought with him was almost a miracle.

"I...am here with my-" He had to physically bite on the word for teacher, lest it come out in Aquarian instead of English. He had slipped into the habit of using it around Asheton and not stopped as the man had not seemed to hold any problem with it once he realized it was not an insult. However, he had enough self-preservation to realize that using a language that should be dead when they had just been attacked by fearlings could potentially be dangerous. "Teacher. I actually didn't mean to be away this long." He wasn't a fool. They were in Siberia and chances were that Asheton was not only not asleep, but freezing and worrying. At least two of those problems would only be able to be solved if Nĩu Lang returned as he was the one able to make fire far more easily among the two of them considering the wind user would probably only be able to help his situation so much in this weather.

Still, it was not a no.



Leaving it slightly open-ended on Alhena's end.

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