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Post by Indy Libero on Feb 3, 2015 20:44:56 GMT -5
The lush, long grass that is quite recurrent in these forests tickles my leg as it wafts. I sit back against a tree log, examining my crumpled-up old map in a way that makes me seem sophisticated. Unless you find yourself wandering deep into goblin territory like a certain idiot tends to do (me), Cydonian Woods really isn't all that dangerous. Sure, the terrain isn't the best, and there's the odd violent wolf that comes around, but nothing your typical courier accompanied by a duo of adventurers can't handle. Right now, however, this shabby forest is quite the pain in the ass. I direct a glance toward my two temporary allies. I'm surprised they came, honestly; the request was written in an extremely shady way. But they arrived nevertheless, so I guess I owe them my job. "Name's Indy. Er... not really much I can think of to say, here. Normally I'd make an effort to be jolly for the intro and tell you both bad jokes, but my job is kind of on the line here, and I'm having a bit of a hangover at the moment, so - yeah." I scratch my head apologetically; all that booze last night sure didn't ease my worries. "As for the task at hand - this was described in the request sheet, but whatever: judging by the path I took through here to Cydonia, I've lost about three important packages around this area in the forest," I point to the section of my map circled clearly in red. "For now, we're just going to trace the path I took back and see if we find anything. The delivery is already ridiculously late, so let's not worry about finding them on time. What we need to do is make sure they're intact."It's time to move. My traveller's cloak flutters as I rise to stand, revealing a pair of mysterious gauntlets. I think I'm forgetting something. Ah, that's right: I need to inform them of my role in the case of a combat emergency. "Oh, and if some sort of fight breaks out, I'll be the one to tank the hits. I'm a spellsword of sorts, so my specialty lies in close-combat," I grip my gauntlet-clad hands tightly. "Feel free to ask questions or give me an introduction of your own as we walk."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 22:02:16 GMT -5
Tame woodlands here were all relatively interchangeable. Long periods of close Terran habitation meant that anything truly dangerous had been driven away. Anything still left was no more dangerous than wolves, or scattered goblins. At worst, such places were a popular choice for upstart adventurers to cut their teeth. Which meant Michiko had no qualms with walking the trail alone, weapon out of hand. Not that she was ever truly disarmed, of course. Anyone stupid enough to rush her would have taken a lightning bolt to the face.
She stopped just short of the courier, and it was remarkable how much of him was just as she imagined from reading the notice. The gauntlets were an interesting deviation, however. Not steel, not any mundane metal she'd seen being worked before. The sheen was subtly off, somehow and the make was definitely something a "mere" courier wouldn't have ready access. It was something to puzzle with as a secondary goal, if indeed he knew himself.
"You did make mention the local wildlife let you be. If you are certain, we may be looking for thieves of some stripe." She ventured a few sniffs, testing the air for the more familiar scents of Terrans and found something strong and... biting in the air. "You are certain, yes? Perhaps you may have enjoyed some spirits before venturing the wood? It would be neither unthinkable, nor so disgraceful, to omit."
Oh, right. Names. She held out a pink mitt casually. "Michiko, by the way. A pleasure."
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 8, 2015 3:55:21 GMT -5
who am i?
The woods were always so beautiful. Guy remembered that day he had walked out of them not knowing anything about his own history. Today he walked back in to help someone else track down some missing packages.
"You can call me Guy." The amnesiac mage introduced himself. "I look forward to getting to know both of you better." Guy had met Michiko before at the Valentine Academy a few days prior. "Michiko, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"If things turn to the worst I have a spell up my sleeve and a sword on my belt." His staff was obvious as it rested in his hand, having been used as a walking stick.
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Sorry it's late/bare bones.
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Post by Indy Libero on Feb 11, 2015 19:41:33 GMT -5
This cat-girls' comments amuse me. "What's that? Well - I can't say much about thieves; honestly, I think I was going far too fast for one of those to sneak a hand past me. I mean, for a thief to secretly mug someone while they were running, they'd have to be really swift for the average courier not to notice," I claim, tilting my head towards the stripes of sun obscured by forestry. The trees sure reach up high here. They're thick, too. I'd say the largest ones in our radius are at least fifty me's tall - tall enough to turn a bright summer's day until a dark spooky forest stroll. Well, at least the terrain isn't bad: bad terrain means it's even more of a pain to get around. "And spirits, you say?" I stifle a laugh. "I'm telling you: if you were referring to any other occasion, you'd be dead-on. But you see, one of the courier's many codes is to a deliver a package sober - basically, no drinking until I reach town. Though that doesn't stop me from getting wasted afterwards. Heh, heh-heh." Oh, the pains of a courier's life. Though it's definitely worth it. Land that normally one wouldn't even think of travelling through becomes worth the effort, and I get to see more of the world for what it truly is. My two new compatriots begin to introduce themselves. I turn to greet them and give the duo an extraordinary double-handshake. "A pleasure to meet you two!" Did I just make a pun? Terrible. So the cat-girl on the right's name is Michiko, and this blue-haired fella's name is... Guy? What a stupid name. I mean, I know it's not that uncommon a name, but still, it's stupid. As for their equipment, they both seem to be wearing utility fitting of a sort of ranged type, so - mages I suppose? Oh? Do they know each other from somewhere? Well, that makes this quest a whole lot easier. We continue our trek through the trail, now a lot deeper than we were previously. The forest has gotten much, much darker; this is where it may start to get dangerous. A sharp beam of sunlight slips through the tree shadows to stab me right in the eyes, and I glance back up to curse what's left of its source. The sun: despite it being midday, the sun is now almost completely submerged behind the forest. Hold on - is that...? I can't see very well with it being so high up, but something small and very unnaturally shaped is dangling off of a tree branch. Could it be?! Nah. No way the package would be up there. Probably just some weird fruit or a toppled birds' nest. I shake my head and continue along the path, urging the others to follow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2015 20:20:50 GMT -5
Michiko kept pace easy enough. She was just as fit as Indy, if not more. What her youth had lacked in discipline, she'd made up for with enthusiasm. At the very least, it was a pleasant enough day out. Worst come to pass, she could enjoy the walk and then set some goblins on fire. For practice, of course.
She did notice Indy eye up something above head level. On a branch, actually. The darkness made discerning much more than rough silhouette difficult. Sadly, it was her nose that was sharpest, not her eyesight. How had it ended up all the way up their? Indy came across as a flake, but this was an error with ambition. A mistake with a future. That shouldn't happen without some serious intent.
"Hold a moment while I indulge my curiosity." She took out her chakram and picked through the underbrush. Glancing side to side to check for any predators - Wolves, phantasms, bandits. Once below the branch, she swung.
The bladed wheel arced up, to travel through the branch. She would wait below, catch the package gently and easily catch the chakram on its return. Just like in practice.
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 20, 2015 14:00:38 GMT -5
who am i?
Guy walked behind Indy and Michiko, trying to keep pace with the more athletic mages. He was nearly out of breath by the time they stopped. Apparently Indy saw something that might have been one of the missing packages in the tree they now stood under. "I don't see anything." Guy panted as he looked up into the boughs above them.
His misgivings did nothing to dissuade Michiko however, as the beastfolk woman chucked one of her chakrams straight up towards the mystery object. As he watched the disc weapon soar upwards, Guy backstroke to avoid any unforeseen accidents with the return trip.
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Post by Indy Libero on Feb 21, 2015 14:40:59 GMT -5
Michiko was fast on the call. While I was busy mistaking the mysterious finding for an odd fruit, she was already preparing to seize it from the branches' clutches with that weird disk thingy of theirs. Woo! Thanks to this cat girl, I may not lose my job after all! I cheer like a five-year-old would on his birthday. The dude beside me, Guy, expresses his confusion at the situation with a panting face. To that, I pat him on the shoulder to comfort him. "No need to worry, buddy. I'm feeling kind of useless too right now."Now to see whether this really is what we're looking for. The chakram is flung into the air at a speed that almost makes me flinch. It cuts through the branch like butter and leaves whatever item hanging upon it to gently descend to the ground. A perfect shot, just as Michiko likely had planned. As it falls, we see the object in more detail - from this distance, I can clearly identify that this fruit is indeed not a fruit, but a package. This realization shocks me immensely. How did it manage to get up there? Did I suddenly decide I was a ninja and start tree-hopping my way back to town? I bring my palm to my face in frustration. But something else cuts through the air; not a projectile, a creature with feathers and wings. It moves like lightning, its' defined beak stealing the package away from a gentle descent and deeper into the woodlands. A hawk. A fucking hawk. Stealing my package. In the name of the courier god, what in Terra Heroum is going on for a hawk of all things to steal our package? "Chase it! Chase it! Make sure that bastard hawk doesn't get out of here until he remembers the name Indy Libero!" I dash wildly, tripping my feet over tree rooting and chunks of bark as I go. I don't care how lost we get chasing this thing, but no matter what happens, he'll definitely be getting his just desserts! As the chase continues, I notice something strange: small traces of blood are present on the ground following the hawk's trail. Could it be that it's injured? By what, exactly? Ah, the chakram. The blade must have slashed the hawk on its return. That would make a lot of sense.
Packages Remaining: 3?! Hawk: 20/25 Health, hit by chakram for 5 damage, currently fleeing like the package-stealing bastard it is |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 1:09:10 GMT -5
Michiko let herself have a smug grin and held out her hand for the package, completely sure of herself. So it was something of a surprise when she heard a swoosh of air and Indy cry out orders. Turning her head at once, she saw the hawk flying. Smelled it on the wind. And the blood, fresh on the chakram. All at once, every predatory instinct passed down her bloodline came to her in roaring force. Adrenaline surged in her veins, setting her heart burning. A deep and sublime joy in the hunt electrified her limbs, sending her into frantic motion.
Lunging after, Michiko sailed through the air like an arrow. As her feet touched the ground, grass and dirt were flung up into the air, the speed and force of her steps churning through path and bushes. She bounced from tree trunk to tree trunk. If she had been less in the moment, she might have reflected this was why so many of her kind became hunters.
As it was, she was completely focused on the object of the hunt: The bird, and the package it had stolen. In flight, she knew she could not reliably expect to strike it with her chakram. Fortunately, physical means were not all she had available to her. Bringing her free arm close, she let the mana flow into her paw. Let the charge build a moment. As she jumped over an overturned log, she let the spell fly: A burst of lightning, aimed to strike the bird from behind.
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>CHASE
>ATTACK: ELEC BOLT @ HAWK
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 24, 2015 21:13:12 GMT -5
who am i?
The entire focus of this mission seemed to be grasped in the talons of a bird? Guy smiled as he watched Michiko take after the foul fowl. The Beastfolk woman was an athlete to be sure. "Mr. Libero, if I may ask, how did you manage to leave the package out in the open for a hawk to get a hold of it?" He asked the leader of this expedition. "Unless you somehow managed to lose it in that tree itself." Guy meant the last sentence as a joke, though that didn't mean it wasn't possible.
Michiko seemed to be able to keep up with the hawk, Guy on the other hand seemed to be falling behind. When he saw a bolt of lightning on the clear day, the mage assumed that the Beastfolk had managed to cast a spell. Deciding to follow suit, Guy concentrated. "Aqua Explosivae!" He yelled and an orb of water appeared before him. "Water Bomb!" The spell complete, Guy watched his handiwork soar through the air towards the unsuspecting hawk.
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Post by Indy Libero on Mar 7, 2015 13:26:29 GMT -5
I scratch my head to Guy's questioning. "Uh... ninjas stole it, perhaps?" To be honest, I literally had no idea what had happened to get the package up there either. We continue to chase the hawk. After two decisive strikes - a lightning strike of sorts from Michiko, and a blast of water from Guy - the bird begins to weaken and fall into the depths of the forestry beyond. I admit, seeing these two throw magic around so effortlessly made me feel like kind of a shitty mage. I, for one, could barely cast a spell, let alone aim it so precisely. What is it I'm missing? Perhaps it's dedication? I think it's easy to say I haven't put as much effort as I could of in that area. Or maybe it's just talent? Ah well, guess it is as it is. I heave an overblown sigh as we hear as we hear a mysterious bird make its final yap in the distance. "Package? Package!" Ignoring my two companions, I dash to follow the noise, hastily climbing up some odd protrusions in the terrain as I go; I don't know how far I dashed, but it felt like a long time. There it is, lying next to the dead hawk safely and soundly. I pick the parcel up as if it were a newborn baby and embrace it, my face filled with sweat and tears. Oh, the delicate wrapping. The smell of fresh delivery warms my cold senses. "Thank, you, thank you...! I'm so glad you're okay!" For a good few moments, I engage myself in this heartwarming reunion.
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