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Crisis Chronicles: The Last Crusade {Open RP}
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morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner, Velnessia Nertheledil, Xeltan .
Location: Golden isles.
Xeltan snapped his fingers and caste two spells. The first conjured a bag filled with popcorn that the raggedy mage began to eat. The other spell was a attempt to transform the incobus hair into an affro. Why? Because it would look funny.
Velnessia began to mutter a chant whilst gathering bullish fire energies in a sphere at her two hands. Then the blood elf began to make the orb of fire spinn. When the infernal orb of hellfire was the size of an object with a meter in diameter. She hurled it to the demon mercilessly if anyone else was caught in the crossing.
Falionna Shaderunner began to spam shadowflame arrows towards the demon. Aiming her bow to the crotch and armpits. Where the skin would be weaker.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Golden Isles
Gurka, still not quite sure what was going on, drew her fistblades and attacked the nearest thing that looked hostile.
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470415
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Golden Isles
Gurka hesitated for a moment, still confused in midst of the chaos. Everyone seemed to be attacking a particular person, though.
"Everyone wait a minute!" she snapped, stomping the ground and causing the ground to tremble. "Let's just take a moment and talk this out!"
Post by
Atik
Tandra, Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang
Golden Isles
"Fel." Xander swore as his plan to help Jenna ended up entrapping the death knight. Fortunately, the tree quickly began to wilt and fall; having to roots to support it and simply sitting upon the stone floor. The druid began moving again, towards the tree in hopes of getting another shot.
Ferin winced at the forceful explosion; his wall of water splashing out. Quickly, the boy got to his feet, drawing his axes. The weapons were quite unnoteworthy, looking like those someone might use for the simple feat of cutting wood. But runes along their blades flared like those along Ferin himself; the shaman rushing the Incubus.
Alana opened her mouth, ready to shout something at Isaac, most likely calling him an idiot and to be followed by a pout. The words never escaped her mouth however, the girl's eyes becoming distant for a moment.
And in that moment, her swords regained their inertia; swinging at Isaac now.
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jebby
William Green
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The worgen reached the incubus, swinging the heavy warhammer one handed, aiming in the general direction of the demon's rib cage. "Die demon!" He shouted.
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Post by
Persen
Kim Fraser, Yaroen Ivyblight
Golden Isles
"It's too crowded," the spell breaker muttered (well, more like shouted over the din) at the prospect of going on the offense with her polearm. It was a wonder how the huntress even dared to let loose arrows into the thick fray with all the 'innocent' targets whirling around the demon.
Again, she used her shield to protect both herself and the archer when the incubus' barrier broke. The heat was felt even through her armor, and so was the far subtler enchantment that washed over her a moment later. The combination of her resistant skin and a long, cruel training in defense against mental manipulation made it pass without effect, but as a result she had no idea of its intended purpose. The source being a demon she could only guess.
Yaroen watched through the slit in his visor how one of the females turned against her former ally. Someone else wanted to take a pause and breathe. What was her aversion to slaying demons? Better just get on with it. He renewed the grip on his sword and joined in Marrosh's frontal attack.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
The force of the stomp sent Ga'Crane to his knees beside the young shaman. He gasped and turned his head to look at her.
"It's an incooboos, Gurka! Shield joor mind! He's messin' wit' it!" the potion doc pleaded.
"What the-"
Isaac barely unsheathed his talons in time to block the swords.
"Alana, what's wrong with you?" he snapped through the intersecting blades, obviously making no move to counterattack.
Duskhide retrieved the vine. A frontal assault would do little, it seemed. He growled under his nose, then went down on one knee and pressed his right palm against the floor. The vine buried into a crack in the stone, traveling now beneath it. If only the druid could have several seconds free of distractions...
"
And yet folly it is. Look around, outsider, and be witness to the sausage party that is this meeting. You may consider yourself smart for wetting the females' undergarments, but I assure you, a decent pair of footwear could accomplish it. If it comes to it, we will cripple every woman here along with you, for you are hopelessly outnumbered still,
" Meyer remarked casually. Even as he spoke, the warlock himself began to weave a subtle spell that, should it find its way through the incubus's defenses, would plant in him seeds of fear, self-loathing and doubt - seeds that would grow that much swifter, the more he listened to Wilhelm's own speech.
The warlock himself remained in the same pose, uttering naught a word of incantation and making no gestures. The pinnacle of spell-slinging, a nonverbal spell, it drastically slowed him down - but unless one knew exactly what to look for, for all intents and purposes the warlock was still chatting instead of contributing to the fight in any sort of meaningful way.
"Oh, for f!ck's sake," Cyrus sighed, grabbing 'Lotti' by her shoulder and yanking her out of harm's way with strength too great for a normal elf to possess.
Post by
morginar
Character: Falionna Shaderunner, Velnessia Nertheledil, Xeltan .
Location: Golden isles.
Xeltan pointed his finger to the incobus. He sent a transmutation spell to give the demon an affro.
Don't suppose you can cast something similar for the males?
Xeltan thought to the socubi. His mind boiling up a plan to get a party started.
Falionna remained unaffected by the demons wicked sorcery. May it be due to her not having any sexual desires or due to her having practiced mind control.
Whilst she spamed her arrows onto the demon she placed a mental counterattack. The dark ranger tried to plant the thoughts of hopelessness and despair into the unnamed demon.
Velnessia's cheeks blushed and began to doubt if she should attack the daemon or not. And ofcorse her undergarments had gotten wet.
Post by
Aimsyr
Amora Frosthowl, Elsa Wolftongue, Vahij "Lotti" Syava, Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
Golden Isles
Amora whirled, her breathing becoming ragged and animalistic, eyes searching wildly for something...
Then she saw it. Vladimer's hat. The bounty hunter charged it's wearer from an angle, tackling and pinning him down in her human form, but where her demeanor had been polite and talkative, even if a little feral, it had turned bestial and frenzied. Her flawless white teeth sank into the assassin's shoulder whilst her sharp nails burrowed into his sides.
Nonetheless some form of self-discipline must have remained, for the woman's curvaceous yet honed body showed no signs of turning.
Elsa had been in the process of lining up her next shot when a wave of intense desire flooded over her, unnatural and foreign. The woman could not help but find her eyes roving over the incubus' sensuous form, imagining what it would be like to...
Intimacy.
The pickpocket clutched her stomach, dropping her firearm and doubling over. Her expression was strained. She did not feel too well...
Something screamed at her from the back of her mind, telling her to pick up her rifle that instant and shoot...
her commanding officer's attackers.
The concepts of reward, desire and humanity the spell had attempted to drawn from forgotten, replaced by the fear of flogging that had become ingrained in her and only dismissed with difficulty, she reached for her rifle in an almost mechanical fashion and squeezed the trigger. The bullet sped toward Ferin's gut.
Lotti wriggled free from Cyrus' grasp, the young woman stumbling forward in what appeared to be a lust-filled daze.
Then came Xeltan's thought, interrupting her train of consciousness. A salacious smirk of her own broke across the
human
's visage. She was impressed.
Unfortunately for the demoness, she lacked the means to prepare a similar spell in the present circumstance, though twisting and redirecting some of the other Sayaad's own hard work was not out of the question...
"Come
and get me," the succubus taunted, in her real voice, spreading her wings ostentatiously as her own illusion fell away to reveal her voluptuous form in its full glory. Unlike the incubus, she lacked the magical firepower and armour to simply deal with him directly, despite what her confident manner suggested, but her words were laced with subterfuge, endeavoring to turn a portion of his spell on the males in the room.
Only, where he had been the object of the original spell, she would be the object of the new one.
Vashadya felt incubus' spell wash over her, however she was not unprepared to deal with such a trick and steeled her mind against it. Her concentration unbroken, the priestess' feet began to lift off the ground.
Faint crackles of silver energy danced through the air at the edge of the various humanoids' visions.
All she needed was time.
The sound of a bow clattering to the floor could be heard.
Unlike Kimberly, Yalira was certainly affected by the spell, but perhaps not quite in the way the incubus had intended. The huntress' powerful arms wrapped around the spell breaker, grabbing her from behind.
Her saber growled, slinking through the crowd, enemy in sight.
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Post by
Persen
Kimberly Fraser, Yaroen Ivyblight
Golden Isles
One suddenly did not require specially attuned senses to understand what the demonic spell intended to do. Especially when you glanced over your shoulder only to see one of the most athletic women present, one that your shield hitherto had covered, now engaging you in a death-hug.
The spell breaker's considerably wirier body was not ideal for wrestling. The situation was made harder still on the grounds that hurting the huntress seriously was out of the question.
The blund end of her polearm felt like a viable solution. She shoved the staff-like weapon backwards in a low angle, aiming perhaps for a knee.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
Employing - and Meyer always preferred the term over 'owing', for he did treat his demons with the cautious respect due their preternatural essence - a succubus is a taxing experience, and one rife with challenges: for instance, having to endure the said succubus attempt to seduce the employer on a daily basis. They cannot even be blamed for it, for it comes to them as natural as breathing does to mortals and swimming - to fishes, and if anything one ought to be grateful to the demoness for keeping them on their toes... provided one endures the assault, of course. In the end, though, the warlock emerges resistant to such paltry tricks - and indeed Wilhelm Meyer stood firm against Vahij's spell. A grimace of rage contorted his pale face, and with an effort of will he intruded her mind in turn - not to force on her any sort of sensation or idea, but rather to bypass the limitations of flesh and commune with her at the speed of thought.
You are either a Legionary or out of your mind! This shall surely turn into a bloodbath if you do not desist!
Cyrus threw his head back and laughed with great abandon.
"Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! This is like an all-you-can-eat Fel buffet! You shouldn't have, my dear incubus, but don't mind if I do!" he bellowed. The felblood raised his head, pointing at the clone nearest to him, and barked out harsh words of an incantation. Thin threads of shimmering green extended from his fingertips, connecting him to the image, and with an orgasmic grin the Befouler began to devour the energy comprising the clone.
Now, the real question was whether the incubus deigned to maintain the image or leave it fragile; not that Cyrus concerned himself with this tactical insight. He simply feasted to his rotten heart's content.
"Well, looks like it's time for a bloodbath," Vincent grinned behind his horned helmet. "Finally! Gonna help Hatthorne out, maybe he'll give me some fashion advice in return... Been refusing this whole time, can you imagine?"
The swordsman pulled out his weapon - the vampiric blade Gwaesylvir - and with a hollering cry rushed to the assassin's die. He exhaled loudly and swung the bloodthirsty claymore at Amora, aiming to slice a chunk out of her hip. That Vladimer would get hurt in the aforementioned swing was out of the question - Vincent may not have been able to cast a decent spell in his life, but his aptitude with all things sword was unmatched.
"Agh!"
Ga'Crane dropped his mace and clapped his hands around his head. The murderous urges and the promises of intimacy... They were wrong. They were not his. He knew it all too well and he could not keep them away all the same.
"If you are going to make scathing comments, o apparition, would you kindly do so where the combatants can hear you over the clamor and din of this melee?" Jaws asked Farahlon with a chivalrous bow. "Now you will have to excuse me, for I must tend to an urgent task."
The death knight raised his gun and attempted to shoot Miriam in the knee.
The vine had almost reached is destination when the demon vanished from sight. And to make things worse, Duskhide was effectively pinned down - meaning that he could not avoid Vrell's shot completely. He howled in pain when the bolt flew through his left shoulder, the worgen's roar almost loud enough to drown out all other noise solely by itself. Furious, the druid tore out the vine and swung it not unlike a barbed, multi-tailed,
alive
whiplash at the Dragonsworn.
"Alana, calm down!" Isaac snarled, still locked in a parry with the girl. Anger was coursing through him, greater than ever before. Somehow, it felt as if only now he realized how annoyingly stupid Alana was.
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Post by
Atik
Tandra, Ferin Hopewell, Alana Greyfang, Xander Greyfang
Golden Isles
"Shut up!" Alana screamed; pulling one blade back and stabbing at Issac. "Just stop it! Stop it stop it stop it!"
Ferin lept, the bulet whizzing by beneath him. Before he could recover, though, something snapped; overcoming his mind. Readying his axes; he rushed for the incubus, colliding with Abby and bringing his axes down at her.
Xander's mind went numb for a second; dragging his attention away. It snapped back suddenly; Jenna blade burying itself in his side. ;"Owowow!" He shouted
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Hardcore Jaws, Cyrus the Befouler, Vincent Gaillard, Wilhelm Meyer, Alexander "Duskhide" Bowie, Isaac Ashwood, Jastiel Vorei, Ga'Crane, Lisciel Dawnchaser
Location
: –––
"Gah, what's gotten into you? Take a chill pill!" Isaac yelled, batting the claymore to the side and backpedaling away from Alana. Perhaps he spoke too soon; if he was angry, then she was absolutely furious. She might even be trying to kill him for real.
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