Ozzy glanced around, glad that they didn't have to actually fight this thing, yet. Slowly he staggered to his feet, his muscles aching horribly from the fall. He made his way over to Razie and stood next to the man, his own left arm hanging limp sending screaming spikes of pain through his nerves, "No losses? Only way they could do that is if they didn't fight at all. Maybe he plans on manipulating another army into taking the settlement, or hiring mercs." He shrugged, "Fucked if I know." Slowly he moved over to the healer woman, each step sending pain stabbing into his arm.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Feb 1, 2014 23:03:30 GMT -5
The world was a dull roar swarming in her ears, and the all encompassing sound was Quinn's pained hisses as blood continued to spill from her open wound. She saw her shirt was torn, dipped in black and mangled flesh beneath it. Her skin was on fire, burning and challenging the weak skin and bone as she groaned. She knew there were bruises all around her body, one she felt on her hip and an angry throb on her left knee told her there was one there as well. She felt the stinging scratches but she was used to those and when a particularly painful thud of her left shoulder made itself known, she knew that was out of commission too.
Another hazy look downwards only made her empty stomach churn. The taste of bile was still fresh on her tongue but she knew that there was nothing left to throw up. The cuts that lacerated her skin did not concern her so much as the fact that there was a disgustingly large gash running across her lower stomach and she knew that if she were to stand... the ranger could only grimace at the thought. She struggled up so that her right elbow was holding the upper half of her torso up. Pressing her hand into her injury to stop the bleeding was her first mistake and she almost passed out again from the dizzying pain that crashed against her frail body.
It was only then did Quinn realize that there was a monstrous creature lurking before them, and all she could do was let out a choking laugh while her muscles screamed in protest at the action. This place was not the first hell she had experienced, but she was reaching the point where all she wanted to do was to spring up and make for the nearest exit. Except that wasn't what she wanted. Memories began to flood her, not of Caleb but of what had just transpired and the total loss and agony she had felt. Nothing would ever compare to that.
Despite the pain that still lanced through her veins, the ranger managed to pay enough attention to the monster's babbling to realize that she had no idea what it was asking of them. Not for the first time, she felt more than utterly useless. She couldn't even lift her crossbow high enough to shoot the thing, much less move out of the way if she somehow missed and made it angry. A sigh turned into another sharp, gritted breath. "This sucks," she muttered to herself, looking around to finally see who was left.
Quinn's eyes arched over the man who had attempted to calm her down in the glass tubes, giving him what she hoped to be more of a thankful smile and less a grimace before sweeping her attention onwards - the healer, their host, the cat, the robot... and the bird. She felt an odd sense of relief wash over her. Talon looked about as terrible as all of them, but he was standing and he was alive. As long as he could breathe, then she would not let him forget his promise.
She licked her cracked lips before attempting to drag herself over to Razie like some lost puppy, using her elbow and her left hand even though her shoulder protested violently. "I think," she said quietly, her voice still hoarse and sore, "What you are looking for is a number." Quinn didn't even know if anyone had heard her, and she certainly didn't know what she was talking about. She was never good at adding and counting and she was even worse at puzzling things out. "The Devourer also said something earlier... two hundred...? Maybe that's connected somehow."
Status:
Mentally: Regaining stability (70%) Physically: Crushed left shoulder, split lip; bleeding very heavily from one long gash in particular from just below her right rib to her left hip which will no doubt leave a scar. Innumerable scratches and bruises. (43%)
Items:
- Crossbow - Small dagger - Default clothes/armor - shredded and torn in some places. - Metal canteen filled with water - Strips of leather - Small packets of food
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Feb 3, 2014 17:57:10 GMT -5
Once her magic had worked it's way around Razie and brought him up to as much good health as she could without draining her ability to quickly work on others, her attention turned to the remaining survivors scattered across the floors. Now that their quick thinking (normally) host was well enough to stave off his armor cracking into him, she needed to work on those who would be up close to this...monstrosity, should it chose to become hostile or their precious time run out. That would be....The spearman, the warrior, the ranger....
As she sorted her comrades into priorities her eyes sought them out, landing on Quinn's broken form as she struggled to bring herself forward. With an alarmed cry she darted for her, immediately clamouring behind the woman and positioning herself at her side. With a haste she wasn't aware she had the fingers of her good arm spread out and willed her healing magic forth again, embracing Quinn's bloodied form and working it's way into her wounds to turn back the immense damage. The butterflies curled and dipped, their ethereal glows reflecting dimly in the room and lighting up Naiyu's pale and worried face. With a sorrowful tone she addressed her, trying to hold the accursed tears back as they prickled the corners of her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry Quinn, I...I should have s-seen you before, h-hang on please, you'll be alright, I'm s-sorry..." A sharp inhale of breath punctuated her speech, doing her best to stay leveled and even ponder the riddle that held their safety in it's answer. She knew...nothing. She was a reader and lover of mysteries and teasers, but she was no great solver herself. She could offer them no solution, and yet again in their greatest need she felt herself on the lower bars in terms of usefulness.
While she did her best to comfort and soothe Quinn's wounds she searched out the next in line with her eyes, landing squarely on the one armed warrior. A few narrowed blinks cleared her tear filled eyes, and then a look of realization. So her initial guess had been right, their so called Dominic had indeed been the assassin she had known of from the Fields of Justice. The look only lasted but a moment, however, and once he caught her gaze, if he caught her gaze, it would only be a silent indication that once Quinn had been fully tended to, he would be next in line. Action: Razie brought to 87% Health, Healing Quinn. Talon next in line. Status: Self Injured, broken arm from fall and back marred with glass (unnoticed), calming down to focus on others (60%)
Items: Clothing Papers Pens 1 bottle of water 3 rations 1 lighter 1 gauze and 2 splints 1 section of rope (Inventory unchecked)
Post by Kevin Droflum on Feb 13, 2014 23:52:48 GMT -5
The teen remained on the ground as the rest of his group began to gather themselves back together. This pain that he was facing was worse than any he had before. Breathing heavily, he faded in and out of consciousness, his leg flooded with pain while his forehead burned with the rush of red. After struggling for a few minutes, he managed to push off his backpack to one side of him as he rolled the other way onto his back. At that point he realized he could barely move either of his hands. In defeat, he closed his eyes, trying to conserve his strength. __________________________________________ Spells currently copied. 1. SparkBolt 2. Earth Exoskeleton. 3. Fire Manipulation
Status: Injured, Bleeding (75%) Shattered knee, major gash across forehead, fractured wrists. Gear: Civilian clothes (Torn/Dirty/Bloody) Lighter (99%) 9 cans of food 5 bottles of water Blanket Medium size backpack
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Feb 18, 2014 18:08:55 GMT -5
A stumbling couple of steps brought the battered killer closer to his goal, shuffling the distance between himself and his walking key on uneasy legs. His mind worked slowly through the grotesque beast's words as he walked, having nothing that bore saying to anyone in the room. Devourers? They had to have named themselves, only something so full of themselves could come up with a name that blunt and boastful.
Voting, two-hundred resources, a king, army, no losses. The creature might as well have just been speaking in tongues, not a word of the riddle making sense to Talon as he touched his face and checked his bleeding. His gloved fingers didn't seem that bloody and that gave him enough reassurance to eye Quinn and the healer in turn, making his intent clear.
His eyelids fluttered once as he stood beside them, his hand crossing his torso to hold onto his opposite shoulder loosely. He was strangely proud when he didn't wince in pain. Years of being battered, beaten, bruised, cut and stabbed had apparently served him well. It brought a tiny snort of indignation out of him, knowing that no fall, even one quite this disastrous, would be his end.
His mind wandered wearily back to the question that held their lives hostage as the healer did whatever it was they did with their magics. The words turned around and spun and inverted in his mind a hundred different ways but nothing he could conjure up to combat them seemed to work. He hadn't ever really had a head for numbers and numbers seemed to be the matter at hand.
Spite brought words quietly to his lips, fed up with the foolish question. "What kind of laughable king wouldn't vote for himself?" He ended with a petulant scoff, weariness closing his eyes against his better judgment.
Status: Mental: Uncomfortable and woozy from blood loss (80%) Physical: Right arm broken below the elbow, though there isn't much to break. Bleeding heavily from the back, neck and cheeks, no vital organs damaged. Fatigued from blood loss. (45%)
Cooldowns: None expended
Items: Armblade (Equipped to left arm) Longsword (Sheathed) 10 Rake Blades (Hidden) Outland Gear (Gross) Goggles
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Feb 20, 2014 12:47:40 GMT -5
two hundred resources...must be half or more...no losses...
Uneasily the golden eyed girl probed the very deepest thoughts of her addled mind, forcing herself to recall even the tiniest details of the floating doombringer's tale. Her eyes lingered over Quinn as her wounds slowly closed, a small sense of relief calming the tense breathing she seemed to exert. She was not fully treated, but she was better for it. Her minor scrapes and bruises were gone, her shoulder had been mended but the flesh and muscle was still quite tender and delicate, but the large gaping wound across her form was patched, a soft formation of scarred tissue ghosting against her flesh. It would have to do for now, till they were assuredly safe.
Her mind still elsewhere she had no notice of the bladesman drawing nearer, still struggling to assist them all in some way with this. It seemed he attempted to do the same, voicing with disdain against the riddle. But it was a valuable voice he gave, for one who spoke so little. The light twitching of her fingers ceased, and her jewel-like eyes blinked several times. The king himself...had to vote yes, right? This was his life on the line, his idea in the first place. Of course he would have to vote yes...but would he really receive anything for it?
As it stood there were only two hundred resources to spare for the entirety of this supposed army, so giving any one person more than simply one resource or having the king himself take a resource was asking for trouble. And it was told that half or more of the army must agree to this if the king is to live. On top of that, the King himself was a guaranteed yes. These were very important factors, much more than she'd initially thought. Two hundred was a daunting number to play with for such a novice like herself, however, so she began small. Slowly, assuredly, working her way up the numbers until she was certain. There was a pattern. Two resources satisfied the conditions with six people. Four resources sated ten. Ten resources convinced twenty-two, and one hundred resources, two hundred and two. It would always be double the resources, plus two.
With an almost fearful slowness the woman lifted her gaze to the beast towering above them. She had an answer, but should she say it? The others had no doubt been thinking hard, but they were going nowhere fast. Each passing moment whisked away with it a flurry of sand from their respective hourglasses in this abomination's presence. It was almost palpable, the impatience seeping into the movement of its lengthy tendrils. They were running out of time, fast. The one she'd expected to have the answer by now was thinking much too hard as she had been, and the others simply either gave up or were too tired, to battered to care or think well. Should she give it out? Save them the trouble? Possibly damn them all?
If anything, she'd rather die attempting to save herself than waiting patiently like a lamb to the slaughter.
"...I..." Her voice waned, quite among the hushed buzzing produced by the being, but she paused. A quiet clear of her throat and a calming, resigning, intake of breath. She whispered a soft apology in the event she'd sent them all to their fates, but time couldn't be wasted any longer. Once more she looked directly at the Devourer, and in a voice as loud and clear as she could, called out to it.
"...Four hundred and two. That's the answer I give. " Action: Gave an answer to the riddle. Quinn brought to 90% Health. Talon next in line. Status: Self Injured, broken arm from fall and back marred with glass (unnoticed), calming down to focus on others (57%)
Items: Clothing Papers Pens 1 bottle of water 3 rations 1 lighter 1 gauze and 2 splints 1 section of rope (Inventory unchecked)
Post by The Narrator on Feb 23, 2014 0:33:58 GMT -5
Participants:
Razie Gillam Kevin Naiyu Sendrel Ozzy Dominic/Talon Quinn
The Devourer was a mass of undulating flesh, the great eye swiftly turning to each and every person and creature as they spoke. Time was ticking, it had no intention of mentioning how worn his patience was. The Voice that commanded it always turned this quaint little place inside out and sometimes, the worms found themselves face to face with the Devourer. The numerous bones and skulls that lay scattered into the murky depths below was explanation enough. Their murmurs were of no interest to it, but every time an answer may have been proposed, it stopped swaying to listen.
"An interesting answer."
Then its mouth cracked open, the entirety of its face almost swallowed by massive teeth and ripped tendons as the sickening sound of something choking escaped what little flesh it had left: the monster was laughing. "You are forgetting, of course, that sacrifices are always inevitable. Those who speak will always be seen, and those who are seen... are always to blame." The tongue came out again, washing over nonexistent lips and again, the mouth curled into a smile as bulging red veins began crawled over the great eye like, "Your answer, under any other circumstance, would have saved you."
Suddenly it rose, tendrils lined with barbs curling upwards from the darkness and the tentacles tipped with eyes began to blink rapidly. One would have thought the creature was having a seizure if not for the fact that it was over in a second and the great eye seemed to leer down at the healer. "It is unfortunate then, that your time is now up!"
With that great bellow, the Devourer lunged forward with its mouth opened wide - the gaping maw capable of swallowing the entirety of the party and then some - coming straight down from above in an attempt to gulp down the one who had answered and had subsequently doomed herself.
The Devourer has aimed his sights on Naiyu. There are no noticeable weak points apart from his eye and eyes.
Naiyu and Quinn (should she still be in the area) are in immediate danger.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Feb 23, 2014 1:43:58 GMT -5
Quinn never saw it coming. Her tedious attempt at hauling herself across the slab of stone was abruptly halted by a high pitched sound of distress and something warm suddenly pressing itself against her side. Her body twitched violently and another arrow of pain sliced through her as her eyes shot to the side. The woman called Naiyu and also a complete stranger had collapsed into her bubble of personal space and if the ranger were in any other condition, she would have immediately shied away. As it was, she could do nothing of the sort and so all she could do was glare warily, hoping that her gaze looked less wounded than she felt.
Not that it mattered, since Naiyu decided to ignore all unspoken protest from the ranger as she wrapped her arms around her and hugged her. Quinn squeaked in surprise, her heart jolting from its cage and she was enveloped by the smell of stale death and something equal parts sickening and sweet. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut. The same suffocation threatened to overpower her senses and she felt the cold bite of steel twist into her stomach once again – she almost whimpered, but kept the sound to herself and prayed for the woman to let go.
Except she didn’t, and suddenly, that didn’t matter. A soothing whisper ghosted over her wounds and her bruised skin, her cuts melting away and the pain drifting further until all that was left were the phantom sensations of burning aches and lifeless limbs. She heard the woman speak, somewhere above her, apologizing profusely for something Quinn was uncertain of so all she did was shrug her shoulders. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice laced with confusion but there was gratitude. She opened her eyes, searching once more for her surroundings without the haze of stinging agony.
If Quinn could think straight, she would have laughed at herself. Naiyu’s open gaze were etched with worry, almost tear filled and fretful and the ranger very much thought that the woman looked like an angel in… whatever it was she wore. “Thanks,” Quinn said quietly. She didn’t know what kind of magic Niayu just worked on her but whatever it was, it was effective and though her thoughts were still a mess of strange clarity and insanity, she knew better than to ask. Even if she could no longer feel her abdomen and her limbs were still stiff and sore, her wound was no longer a factor. What was strange was that Naiyu had still not let go.
“Ah…”
Quinn stopped. The woman seemed to be in intensely deep thought and she suddenly realized that being a healer, maybe she would be one of the more... logical ones in their little ragtag group. She pressed her lips shut, unwilling to break the other's concentration but feeling more and more uncomfortable about the fact that she still had what was essentially a stranger's arms enveloping her. It was soothing though; the gentle touch and the soft rise and fall of breath, and the quiet beat of another heart. It was the calm within the storm and despite her situation, Quinn was both relaxed and tense.
Until the Devourer, who had up until this point remained quiet and still, screamed and bellowed and suddenly, Quinn was very aware of what was going on. Naiyu had answered and either it had been wrong or the Devourer simply did not care. Her eyes opened quickly, her body twitching as her hands flexed against her weapon. Her hands grabbed onto Naiyu, about to push or pull them both to safety but it was too late.
The great mouth was upon them and she could see the teeth as sharp as swords and the pitch black and raw redness of its mouth and throat. Her heart stopped - all she could see was Naiyu and the giant maw before her that stank of rot.The overwhelming scent that had almost killed her came back to drown her senses and Quinn's body froze once again.
Status:
Mentally: GETTING ATTACKED PLEASE.
Physically: Healed by Naiyu, abdominal wound is no longer bleeding but a scar is visible. Shoulder and cuts are healed but some bruises remain. Limbs are still sore from impact but is looking healthy. (70%)
Currently: Is about to get ganked.
Items:
- Crossbow - Small dagger - Default clothes/armor - shredded and torn in some places. - Metal canteen filled with water - Strips of leather - Small packets of food
Post by Razie Tynerson on Feb 23, 2014 23:49:12 GMT -5
Razie's thought process was proving unsatisfying as he was clearly overthinking the obviously simply riddle, the others who did voice their thoughts weren't helping since they were mimicking each others answers for the most part and the possibility of them not losing any soldiers unless...
"...Four hundred and two. That's the answer I give. "
There wasn't any time for Razie to stop Naiyu from giving the answer before the creature deemed it unsatisfactory and making good on it's promise to eliminate them swiftly, though when it approached them he knew he had to act to keep the creature from exterminating her as well as Quinn who appeared to be joining Naiyu for the ride into the jaws of death.
In an instant he weighed his options and made a decision, option one was to deploy his Giga-Shield around them and hope the creatures teeth would break trying to break through the barrier or worse. Then the second and less favored but infinitely better plan, use the energy he had been storing in The Gloves since they saw the creature and unleash a hopefully devastating blast of Sonics to it in an effort to get it's attention off of the two females, this option was less favorable to him personally since if it proved to be successful he would instead be the target, but if it gave the others time to escape death even for a moment he convinced himself that it was worth it.
Though in an ordinary situation he wouldn't be putting himself in such a poor situation for the sake of others, but in a way it was his fault they were here in the first place. This tomb and the monstrosities Azel had planted in it were FAR out of the mind of the expedition leader and though he knew death was a very real and possible thing within it he refused to simply sit by and watch others die, that and the thought of having Naiyu's blood on his hands if he saw Jacob again was something he would not have.
"Well, here goes everything." he muttered before getting to his feet and briefly sprinting to the right side of the massive creature with Gloves whizzing and raised at it before clicking his fingers inside the Gloves and unleashing the beautiful and furious sound of Sonics into the creature, though he terribly underestimated how long he had been charging the blast as the energy went slightly off target and went for the side of the creatures forehead rather than the cheek. He was brought instantly to his knees but kept the blast channeled as long as his body and the Proto-Armor would allow him, though just to add insult to possible injury he shouted at the creature to attempt to grab it's attention.
"LOOK! AN ISOLATED 'WORM' READY FOR CONSUMPTION, COME AND GET ME!"
Action: Fired a fully charged Sonic blast into the creature.
Once the Sonic blast is finished the Proto-Armor will immediately hit 0% power and shut down.
Razie status: 87% Equipment:
Backpack with water and sandwhiches (minus 1, 9 left)
A dozen Spark Taps, (1 used, 11 remaining.)
The Gloves, which he was wearing underneath the proto-armor
Gigashield set which was being worked on with the passive "Open for Business" in order to tweak their function.
His pistol with 3 rounds and 5 magazines remaining
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Feb 27, 2014 1:26:50 GMT -5
Naiyu had never felt the blood drain so quickly from her face.
At first it was hopeful, a sense of relief washing over her as the eye began to regard her. And then it all went sour. It buzzed, undulated, rang her ears with it's fizzling attempt at laughter as it taunted and eventually sentenced her to death. There was no time to react, no time to regret. In an instant the Devourer was upon her and, unfortunately, the freshly healed ranger still somehow nestled in her arm.
The stench of it's open, gaping maw encroached with alarming speed towards them, filling her vision and very much forcing her to resign to her fate. All she could do was shut her eyes and give a squeeze of her well arm to the woman in her grip, regretting with ever fiber of her being that she'd held onto her this long and essentially damned her as well.
Until she heard a cry near them. Razie?...
Some underlying reaction, maybe primal or somehow thought up in a split second, acted out on the voice. Hoping beyond all possible reasonable hope that the towering being would turn it's attention off of her for even a moment. If not, she was pretty much doomed, along with anyone within relative distance of the thing's mouth. But if it did, Naiyu would take the opportunity as it came quickly, giving a sharp cry as she threw herself against Quinn and attempted to push the woman off to a safer distance and scramble away from her, trying to ensure the ranger's safety should the Devourer decide to ignore their Leader's valiant effort. If she was allowed even that luxury of not being focused almost instantly she'd begin working her magic on the assassin poised so dangerously close to them, exerting her own energy to rush the process along at her own expense. Only with time would she know what exactly to do with herself...if she survived. Action: Trying to push Quinn to safety and isolate self, trying to heal Talon....TRYING Status: Self Injured, broken arm from fall and back marred with glass (unnoticed), PANICKING INTENSIFIES (49%)
Items: Clothing Papers Pens 1 bottle of water 3 rations 1 lighter 1 gauze and 2 splints 1 section of rope (Inventory unchecked)
Post by Kevin Droflum on Feb 27, 2014 21:36:48 GMT -5
It wasn't long before everything started to shift around the room again. The short dialogue of those he barely recognized was enough for him to open his eyes once more. Turning his head, he caught his first glimpse at the mighty beast of the room. After moments of shock, he knew he had to get up, or he'd surely be forgotten and die a silent death. However, when he made the movement to stand, his knee gave out on him and sent another wave of pain all throughout his body. As blood continued to trickle down his face he once again lay face down on the ground, contemplating a way to get up. It was at that moment that he remembered that he had his earth Exoskeleton ability copied. Surely this would help him get to his feet.
Taking a few seconds to gather his thoughts and his energy, he began to draw pieces of the earth towards him, forming a barrier around him. Once formed, he once again attempted to stand. Faced with the same pain, he was only able to stand thanks to the exoskeleton keeping him up. Shaky at first, he began to walk towards the group so that he could be informed of the situation. Half way to his destination, he was able to walk at a solid pace, steadily making his way towards the healer in hopes of recovery. This hope was soon crushed as it seemed the beast would make its first strike towards the summoner and the champion she was currently helping.
His only hope at survival was about to be consumed by this monster. Knowing this, the boy attempted a sprint at the monster, with the simple goal of keeping the summoner alive, if only so that he too would survive. With his hands raised with the help of the exoskeleton, he attempted to hold of the monster's attack with the brute strength of his ability, hopefully giving enough time for the group to momentarily escape their imminent perils. __________________________________________ Spells currently copied. 1. SparkBolt 2. Earth Exoskeleton. 3. Fire Manipulation
Status: Injured, Bleeding (65%) Currently surrounded by Earth-Exoskeleton Shattered knee, major gash across forehead, fractured wrists. Gear: Civilian clothes (Torn/Dirty/Bloody) Lighter (99%) 9 cans of food 5 bottles of water Blanket Medium size backpack
Post by The Narrator on Mar 3, 2014 4:55:06 GMT -5
Participants:
Razie Gillam Kevin Naiyu Sendrel Ozzy Dominic/Talon Quinn
It was almost as if the sonic wave was a simple flick against the giant creature made of teeth and rotting flesh. It barely flinched as it roared, its eyes still following the female who had answered the question without ever breaking eye contact or blinking. It seemed not to hear the man who was yelling at it, nor did it seem to be phased that one of the humans was shoved to the side. That was not its target. The one with white hair, the healer, the sacrifice.
"Die!" The hiss came from everywhere as its mouth stretched wider, jolting downwards to snap the human right into its jaws -- only to be stopped. Its eye swiveled around, trying to see what it was and for the first time, it looked briefly confused. There was a figure encased in rock and stone and it was holding up the Devourer's upper jaw in a display of inhuman strength. But the beast could feel the shake, the tremble of energy quickly fleeing the body and it grinned.
"Very well." The voice boomed and as quick as that, the massive mouth scooped up the figure and snapped it straight out of the air. Its teeth crushed through the earthy armor with intense force, the sharp points sinking deep into the soft flesh of the body beneath -- blood gushed from the lifeless form and the Devourer rolled its singular eye. A vein of red, sharper and brighter than before, streaked through the dark iris before it retreats. It seems to be satisfied with this sacrifice.
"Be grateful, worms." It spat and the body flew from its mouth like spittle, hitting the ground with a soft thump. "You get to live... for now." With that, the Devourer gurgled another laugh before returning back from whence it came. A rumble came from below as the last blinking tendril vanished into the dark and crumbling pillars of rocks are lifted from the inky blank to form a makeshift stair case for the group to travel up to the other side of the broken bridge.
The Devourer has accepted Kevin's sacrifice.
RIP Kevin.
The group is now free to move up and onto the next room.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Mar 6, 2014 9:52:30 GMT -5
Once the creature showed it wasn't taking an interest in his taunt or his sonics he switched them off and was caught off guard by the fact that the Proto-Armor had shut down, his vision was lost but he could hear the sound of something rather loud hitting the ground. That to him could only mean that creature had consumed someone and their body had hit the ground, but he was currently stuck in the armor and unable to see who it was.
Luckily for him he wouldn't have to go through the process of removing the Proto-Armor in the typical fashion as it had opened from the backside allowing him a rather "pleasant" ejection, he cast his gaze across the group and saw that copycat mage was no longer among the living. He brought a hand to his forehead and sighed as he shook his head, there wasn't any time to be sad over someone dying... not now, they had an expedition to finish. Or if the others were discouraged enough, a life to live.
His armor was useless at the moment and his gauntlets were stuck inside it also most likely useless, the others were extremely rattled and wounded from the fall of their previous encounter. The only logical thing to do now was rest up for whatever lied ahead, Naiyu would have alot of healing in store for her, and if she tried to give him another dosage of healing he'd try and avoid it. His injuries now were somewhat easy to cope with, it was the fact that without his armor protecting him and his gauntlets giving him firepower he was mostly a sitting duck.
If anything else was as bad as this experience he'd be stuck relying on his wit to keep him alive, which he was ok with for once. Though while they had spare time he'd definitely be working on getting the Proto-Armor up and running once again, it was much to valuable to him to leave here in this ancient tomb to rot and potentially corrupt.
"Everyone..." Came his voice filled with concern and a hint of sorrow "I know all of you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to accompany me on this expedition, and at the start when I said death is possible... you now need to look no further to Kevin, who gave his life in order for us to carry on. Unless the path the creature gave us leads back to the entrance, I am afraid that turning back is not an option at this point. It has been difficult and could even more so down this path, so this is a good a time as any to rest, if you're still injured from the fall see miss Naiyu for healing and prepare what gear you still have on you, we move forward in an hour."
Another speech complete Razie found himself adjusting his tie and goggles as he left the group to their own accords for the time being, he'd be using his to fix his armor and see if he could get his gauntlets out of the suit of tech. Though he should be using this time to take a quick nap or keep himself in peak condition, he was getting tired... this tomb was proving to be increasingly stressful, but he had to remain strong. Or at least keep up the act that everything would be fine as long as he was in charge and he could guarantee everyone's safety as long as they listened to his needless analysis, but that wasn't the truth.
He ran his hand across the face of the armor and pushed down the visor, seemingly whispering to it as he did so.
Action: Given a break time for healing and whatever you can resupply yourself with.
Proto-Armor functioning at 0% and taken off, The Gloves are still inside.
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Mar 17, 2014 21:45:17 GMT -5
Only upon feeling the wounds on his back knit themselves shut did Talon become aware of exactly how in danger he had been. His head swam the tiniest bit as he felt the blood loss set in and nearly set him on the floor, though a fear of death had long since been beaten, bruised and battered out of him at the hands of countless dead men and women.
The assassin wasn't much for respecting the dead, a practice that would've likely cost him his life several times over by now, but he was grateful the young mage had sacrificed himself as he did. Moments longer would've seen Talon trying to pry the frantic ranger away from her living, breathing coffin by any means necessary. A moment to reflect was all it took to realize that would've likely spelled his own end, straightening up and stretching his muscles, aware of the sticky sheen of red on his back that stared out from his nearly destroyed upper coverings.
His blade removed and placed now on his hip, he turned to the only reason he continued to risk his life in such a grandiose fashion, giving Quinn a swift once over. "Can you walk?" He grumbled, holding out his good hand if she should need it. It was odd, defending someone else's life, after so many years spent taking life to prolong his own. Uncomfortable, when it got right down to it. There were other Demacians, he knew that. From what he knew of them, they were less than likely to escort someone of such infamy as the DuCouteau Dog into the noble court.
She wasn't mandatory, something he was reminding himself of now. Perhaps he was afraid of losing her here and in doing so lose his only reason to risk this awful trip and his life. Death in the pursuit of his goals, he could agree with that. It was the way of things in the sewers. Dying for nothing, by chance, in a flight of what would be fancy without this woman. It brought a flicker of distaste to his face. Hopefully she didn't think it was directed at her.
Status: Mental: Woozy, irritable (90%) Physical: Heavily fatigued from blood loss (85%)
Cooldowns: None expended
Items: Armblade (Equipped to left arm) Longsword (Sheathed) 10 Rake Blades (Hidden) Outland Gear (Gross) Goggles
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Mar 18, 2014 15:28:23 GMT -5
It took a few moments for Naiyu to really register what had happened. She knew what happened. Someone had died. Someone had died instead of her. Laying there as a pile of blood and flesh was what only moments ago had been her comrade living, breathing, fighting beside her, as short a time as that was. Her body grew cold, a nauseating understanding flooding her veins and almost making her collapse to her knees. This was a reality many of them were facing here now. There was no going back, no escape but to continue forward. With death possibly around every corner.
With a tired sigh she finished with the assassin, noting his interest in the woman she'd almost killed along with herself. Did they have a connection? What would have happened if she'd held on to Quinn much longer? She didn't think on it very long. She probably would have been dead. But she wasn't, for now. For now, her priority was keeping the others alive. It didn't matter what their personal goals were. Or perhaps it did, if it entailed a way to stay safe while they trudged deeper into this hellish pit in the ground...
Two down, only a few to go. Painfully Naiyu noted the burning swell in her broken arm, her fingers coiling around it and pressing lightly. If she didn't get to it soon it would become much worse. But that would take a fair bit of her healing time. If there were others than needed her she'd sooner patch them up before herself. She hissed, the rush from the sense of danger and the need to get to others quickly finally leaving and bringing her to the floor on her rear. Only vaguely did she now note the tinge of pain stinging her back, a few tears of frustration prickling the edges of her golden eyes. Again her emerald butterflies sprang to life, encircling herself this time albeit at a very small pace. Her voice lifted from her lips, somber and pensive.
"...I'll get the...next person soon...please...come closer...I just need...a little time..." She managed, before drifting silent again and pinning her flaring sunset gaze at the stairs that appeared from Kevin's precious sacrifice. Action: Talon healed. Attempting to heal self. Idle. Status: Self Injured, broken arm from fall and back marred with glass, recovering (49% -> 78% if uninterrupted)
Items: Clothing Papers Pens 1 bottle of water 3 rations 1 lighter 1 gauze and 2 splints 1 section of rope (Inventory unchecked)
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