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Post by Khemia on May 10, 2014 22:17:59 GMT
The Village of Sannas
Khemia walked down the particularly dirty road of Sannas as the villagers gawked at the man with the all white suit and black bunny mask on. This town was known for unruliness so much that there was not a regular police force. An any who did volunteer were noted as the brave who gave their lives. Khemia was not one for showing his face especially in a new place so no matter how awkward it was for him he always managed to put on a mask. Even if his face did change from time to time. The wind tugged at his white jacket with seemed to sparkle with the rest of his attire. The head of a white rose tucked neatly into his left breast pocket as he stalked down the street accompanied with a black duffle bag which bounced back and forth across his knee. As those who had gazed upon him enough looked away he approached a rather small building. Across the top it read Sannas Bank. He strolled into the small building in all white as naturally many turned to face him. Even the sleeping guard who was snoozing woke from his slumber at the unusualness of what was Khemia.
Khemia scoffed as the guard drew his weapon then rushed over to him. In those few seconds his eyes darted all around the place taking in note of its structure. 2 exits 4 closed windows 1 reinforced casing between the tellers and the customers. He had come in many times before strolled through the town and into this bank opening up accounts and depositing many of his acquired wears into the place. Of course taking an long time about it staking out the place. It all seemed like a routine to him it was necessary for anything that he was going to get into. The guard met him with his gaze strongly pressed into his person alike his gun a much needed extension of himself.
Khemia turned his body to the man as most if not all of the people in the bank turned to face them. Lucky for him the outsiders of the bank were not yet aware of the ongoing confrontation. As the guard reach to grab Khemia to escort him out Khemia's hand lashed up to back hand slap the guard across the jaw. Of course due to Khemia's extraordinary body this left the guard currently falling, slipping into a deep sleep. One he would not awake from or non of the people currently gawking at Khemia and the guard. His hand flung to the door as it shuddered quickly the closed again. A spell circle flung from his hand as Khemia flicked his wrist covering most of the door and locking it in place. He did the same with the other exits and windows officially locking all of them inside. He lifted his hand as the bank tellers behind the glass would begin to scramble around looking for the alarm button. Khemia's sudden interaction shaking the knowledge out of them with what could only be known as fear.
A rather thick paint brush flung from his hand and into the air as he caught it. Writing on the bare air he drew a peculiar set of shape like objects as they flung and clung to the class with a loud smack. An in doing so made almost everyone including the tellers behind the glass fall in an unexpected surge of even more fear. The glass would begin to surge as everyone's eyes widened, it formed a mouth and eyes as it looked around wildly. Officially linked to Khemia is blasted the tellers with pure anti energy knocking them into a deep slumber like the guard as it did with everyone as they all ran around screaming. Until the only one left standing was Khemia and the glass of course. It began to deteriorate itself breaking apart as Khemia wiped the sigil from its glassy forehead the residue energy riding back into him.
He climbed behind the counter unloading the sack of brick he had put into the duffle bag. The assortment of gold and other various valuable things were loaded into the bag as he walked back around the counter. The 30 incapacitated people in the back were sapped of any energy resulting in their death. Everything was going smoothly so far this last part would be his favorite. The closed windows and exits would burst open as a large puff of smoke rolled out of it. Some of the spell circles would have changed their appearance. He walked out into the smoke which hid him fully draggin the security guard and two of the bank tellers. The building would begin to crumbled then fold on itself disappearing as it left the spells circles either floating in the residual air or on the ground. They glew a bright white and emitted a bit of heat as the rest of them would change to match the others. The smoke grew over the small village unruly village as the citizens would begin to scream and scatter. He hunched over the three dead bodies grabbing dagger from his jacket preparing to do a little organ harvesting. Fudged up on this spoiler. 1. Khemia locked the doors to the bank using an abjuration spell keeping all those who were not already inside the building out.
2. He knocks the guard out then uses his animation rune to animate the glass window and use it to do his bidding.
3. Khemia then harvest gold and transmutates some of the spell circles that locked the windows and doors using abjuration into fire circles to emit smoke.
4.He then walks out covered by the smoke with 3 bodies from the bank. The residing abjuration spells are used to get rid of the building. The spells circles are then used to make more smoke as he harvest organs for his maledictions of course. |
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Aldrid
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Post by Aldrid on May 10, 2014 23:22:55 GMT
The village of Sannas - a practically lawless place, filled with those who lived a life of crime and anarchy. It was a cesspool of society, and the worst within. The village itself could of been called beautiful and set in lush and bountiful lands, but the inhabitants were corrupt and unjust. Aetheri traipsed about the town, chin tilted upward and head back. The people that lined the streets eyed the woman nervously before scuttling off to some dark and desolate corner. Something about this woman drove fear into these brigands and thieves. Aetheri looked about the putrid, miserable town, her dark eyes hard and face placid. Whatever she may of felt or thought, it would not be so quickly betrayed. The world suddenly fell quiet, almost too quiet. Suddenly the piercing screams of panic reached her ears, and Aetheri turned in the direction where plumes of smoke rose upwards and choked the azure sky; she already knew it wasn't a fire. The smoke was too thick, and too light in colour. With a soft sigh, she raked her fingers through her long, raven black hair before continuing on.
Turning the corner in time to see a silhouette moving through the plume, she knew that the masked individual was the culprit. Two bodies were in his wake, and he tossed them around with ease, as if he was manhandling a sack of potatoes, rather than two dead bodies. Smoothing the fabric of her white summer's dress, her bare feet curled in the soft dirt. A faint blue light began to emanate from her palms, and as her fingers flexed, so did it. From a sphere forming in either hand, it trailed and wound up her body, clinging to her pallid skin and only growing more and more vibrant. In the time it took for him to raise a dagger to gut the corpse, three bizarre crystal-like shards manifested, hovering around her, slow and lazy. Pointing her finger towards the man, she singled out her target before one of the shards suddenly whistled through the air. The shard was about the size of a football or so, and as it soared quickly through the air, it began to crackle and splinter, breaking down into a multitude of smaller splinters.
Should they collide with him, the needle-like Aetherium would mete out swift punishment, ripping through his body and literally rending flesh from bone; there was a reason she had been nominated as Lieutenant of the Knights of Velka, evident by a simple armband with their coat of arms stitched to it. Such a brief and simple attack was more or less to gain his attention, though no movement was wasted, and had the full intent of killing the man before he could mutilate the corpses, and cause further strife. Her eyes narrowed on him, and no words were spoken. Her actions were communication enough; either he surrendered, or would be executed by her hands right here and now; there was no need for a trial for the likes of him. The evidence was enough in itself to give reason to kill.
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Post by Khemia on May 10, 2014 23:54:47 GMT
Khemia kneeled quickly as he threw the three bodies aside sprawling them about. The smoke thickened and grew outward as it darkened until his form became unseeable in its grasp. The nearby spell circles rolled
about spinning wildly in the smoke anything coming in contact with these would be burned/melted and bounced back to their origin. As the crystals would come in contact with the smoke. He had a firm grip on his surroundings connect tot the spell circles which were connected to the smoke. Allowing him to sense and see whatever was in its path. The dark puffs of smoke would wrap around the crystal wrapping around them until they were hard enough to stop the crystal in their speeding wake. The smoke rose in large spiraling tendrils as it flung the crystal back at Aetheri. He extended his touch to the smoke as a strong surge of power extended through the smoke to the crystal an in mid stride to Aetheri they were transmuted. The crystals would turn a deep dark green and gleam as the sun shined on them. The arch of crystal would be spread a good amount over the village threatening to impale anyone in their wake. A bit of the smoke swirled inside the crystal as well. Khemia stuck to the task at hand bagging up the many good organs that were contained in the bodies as he didn't bother looking in the girls direction.
1 Spell Circles surround Khemia as a protective barrier.
2 +1 Smoke continues to grow enveloping more of the village about 25ft in all directions. It also gets darker making seeing through it for others impossible
3 Smoke denses around crystal flinging them back at Aetheri.
4 Khemia transmutated crystals into a new kind with smoke inside of them.
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Aldrid
Nu Guardian
"Bitch, I'm a bus."
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Post by Aldrid on May 11, 2014 0:06:32 GMT
Aetheri was not concerned with his retaliation; these crystals were of a unique substance, one that would not be so easily controlled. Aetheri was the true conduit to Aetherium - the lone warrior born from it and granted name and power. Her own substance would not come to harm her. The man's attempt to alter its control to his own would be moot, though the thick fog would be able to slow and stop it. The multitude of shards began to react to her will. Expanding together, the continued to grow exponentially, filling any and all gaps around them, forcing the fog to expand away and around them as it crackled and formed into more like a jagged branch. It continued to spread with vicious appendages, forming into some odd, grotesque looking tree. Should any of his power try to breach the crystal itself, it was foolishness; the mass was solid through and through. these branches began to grow and extend towards the male, reaching for him like the eager hands of beggars. They were overbearing, looming upwards and at the sides; some of it had even begun to bore underground. The other two shards idly floated by Aetheri's side, ready for preemptive counters. She watched in silence as these branches tried to pierce him, undaunted by the fog. Should he move from his spot, they would suddenly halt, and begin to expand in new directions, chasing him no matter where he went, raking at the air in their attempt to destroy the lawbreaker.
As the smoke grew however, Aetheri nimbly back peddled, and one of the crystals shot straight up, remaining airborne - it thinned in colour to the point it was nearly transparent, and against the sun as a backdrop, made it almost impossible to see without staring directly into the fiery ball in all its glorious heat and splendor. She was not worried should the man attempt to escape. She could be relentless in her pursuit, and he would be hard pressed to escape her Aetherium as it was, ever seeking the man with sharp precision.
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[] Charges []
Branches (+1)
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Post by Khemia on May 11, 2014 0:45:03 GMT
Khemia felt the crystal halt and then grow into weird shapes expediently. Which mapped out a tree in his mind he gave a small chuckle as it did so. He wondered who was acting against him. he puled the bodies closer to him as he would halt his harvesting of their organs. The smoke rose around the crystal further densing as it would attempt to halt the movement of the crystal. Further spreading about the village as Khemia would take the point of the dagger and trace certain shapes within the forehead of the three bodies in front of him. A sudden life would begin to crackle about within the deceased bodies they writhed about making loud screeching noises. The circles would continue to emit their heat as it spread through the smoke. Anything coming in contact with them were to be burned/melted and bounced in the opposing direction.
+2 Smoke grows out further enveloping the city more of the road and the houses about 45ft.
Necromancy at work.
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Aldrid
Nu Guardian
"Bitch, I'm a bus."
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Post by Aldrid on May 11, 2014 2:31:18 GMT
Aetheri frowned at the attempt to deter her branches; something else must be in the smoke. No matter though, she was still prepared. One thing he had not accounted for, was that trees had roots. Boring through the ground (as aforementioned) the branches continued to make their way towards the man in the distorted mask. The only indication to their arrival was when the ground suddenly tore apart, and a multitude of barbed, vicious spikes ripped upwards, tearing through anything they came into contact with, including the bodies. The same effect applied. Branches continued to spurt forth, ripping and tearing towards him no matter what direction he moved. The branches that remained underground however began to fracture and change directions with an alternate purpose. They burrowed through the earth, spreading outward in seeming random shapes. In response to their growth, a loud cracking sound ensued above head as the crystal pending from the sky began to fracture and change, stretching outward as a new tree, following the patterns of those underground; unconcerned with the chase as the surface ones would be enough. Those who were vigilant would recognize the branches spreading wildly in an arching shape. However with such a thick fog, this would most likely be lost to his vision; they remained translucent and there was enough chaos and sound that it would be difficult to mark their progress.
From within the fog where her Aetherium had reached a barrier, it simply began warping its shape, forming into a large, thick wall. this began to press against the edges of its deterrent, following the path of its shape, mapping it out. Her eyes closed, and she took a moment to concentrate. Within the fog, she could see now using her Aetherium like a blind man used a cane, fumbling along and bumping into various obstacles. She remained still as the Aetherium within continued to writhe about. He would be hard pressed to escape; one wrong step would equal his death. Her concentration right now though was focused on a new tactic entirely. A source of heat could be sensed within; and so from the Aetherium an eight sided star formed within the wall, attached to a long, trailing chain. This then connected to the hilt of a sword, safely outside the wall of fog, and resting on her hip. It was one of two blades that always accompanied her; it was a beautiful weapon, the metal, oddly enough, pure white with a grey edge down the back of it. It was a straight edged sword with a slight curve near the tip, and a staggering five feet in length. Despite its size, it was exceptionally light and easy to wield. The heat within came into contact with Paragon Sora, and as it did so, the thermal energy quickly began to be absorbed. Her foot slid back slightly, and her hand came to rest idly on the handle of the blade. Leaning forward, her body tensed as if she was ready to draw at a moment's notice.
Paragon Sora (+0)
(Branches +2) - Idle; no longer being charged.
Note: Paragon Sora and Masamune are legal weapons as they are stated on my character sheet.
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Post by Khemia on May 11, 2014 20:17:32 GMT
Khemia reached behind him grabbing both of his pistols out as the dead around him would continue to shriek. He had two of them done the third still laid dead on the ground lifeless in all its way. He felt the ground beneath him crumble an in the seconds it took for the Aetherium to rip through the ground. His spells circles would halt its work shifting as the six of them would move 3 of them stay but spun around even more so the two that did leave their original positions covered the ground pushing the Aetherium back. An above them completely boxing Khemia in they widened and strengthened as they did so. The third body he was working on or was going to work on was more or less so shredded in half. The torso disconnected from the lower part of the body alike the arms and legs ripped up.
He side luckily enough their weren't any loose pieces of Aetherium laying around so he decided to carve his necromancy sigil in the base of the lower body (The Pelvis) and in the neck of what was left of the upper body. Both begin to come alive as he did so with a bit of shocking shriek odd enough, the torn ligaments would of flesh would being to expand out creating new makeshift parts out of the dead flesh that surrounded it. The already necromanced dead would rise up in a hunch, arms and legs bent in weird formations. Their heads lurched back in a ear splitting yell that would resonate through the village nearby watchers would grabb their ears and heads disoriented. Khemia got up as he tapped both their forheads an another spell circles like the ones shielding him would be placed right below the current one on their foreheads.
Khemia looked up at his protective barrier as the smoke blinding everything would lurch back in it clouding the inside of his work station and leaving the village. He grabbed the two guns in which he dropped and picked out two of the same bullets. They both resembled bone as he crushed them in his hands and threw them about the smoke. A black dust would lurch out the bullets as swirling around the smoke that was already present. Everything inside his little circular barriers begin to turn black as bones would begin to form out of thin air with a loud crackle. Kheia felt something trying to sap away the heat in his Spell circles. But due to
Khemia's built in anti energy tech this would not come into play his energy and everything he used was anti.
1. Two of the dead rise.
2 +0 Spell circles move to block the attack from below and above.
3. One of the dead gets halves Khemia would work on that.
4 Khemia places solar rune on two of the deads head allowing them to absorb energy through the sun.
5 Uses Bone bullet to corrupt the smoke and make something new.
6 Heat is unabsorbable due to Khemia using anti energy tech.
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Aldrid
Nu Guardian
"Bitch, I'm a bus."
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Post by Aldrid on May 11, 2014 20:50:29 GMT
She had him now or so she thought. The Aetherium that shredded through the body had splintered off in shards, much like it had been the entire encounter. She could feel the knife digging into flesh, and through it, the shape of the man. She twisted her hand. Aetherium shot out from the body. He was too close to be able to dodge, and he would have to be pretty lucky to be able to somehow protect himself. If so much as a shred of Aetherium touched him, it was all over. The twisting, jagged crystal-like substance had one purpose at this point - much like the beginning; to kill and destroy. They tore the body into shreds, scattering gore across the fogged street, dismantling the corpse into nothing but bits of flesh and bone and blood. The Aetherium glinted with a purplish hue, menacing and vicious - having been blue in origin and stained red. She felt it was time to end things. Like the first tree, the shards grew at an alarming rate, branching out within the barriers of his protective area. He was trapped now. First and foremost he had to contend with the Aetherium directly in front of him; secondly on the edges of his protective shield, the wall had continued to grow; and finally, the twisting branches both in the sky and underground had begun to interlink, and weave into forming a dome to contain the man within. The more contact it made the more it began to shrink, and grow denser. Any Aetherium it came into contact with would end up adding to this effect, the now sphere creeping ever inward, and spelling evident destruction. She wanted to ensure absolute desolation. The screams within the fog had no effect; only bouncing and resounding within her own barriers, the likes of which she stood outside of.
Her sword by now had absorbed almost all of the energy. It was a byproduct of his actions, and not within his power itself; so whatever bizarre powers he worked with had no effect on the blade's purpose. When there was nothing left for her to take, the star came whistling through the air and the chain rattled in its wake. She caught it with deft fingers and the chain began to shrink in size, until it was no more than half a foot in length. She waited for now, patient and calm, waiting to see how he might react. He was caught in a fine trap. His spell circles would be hard pressed to hold back the crushing force of the Aetherium that continued to grow denser and denser. He was quickly running out of time.
Branches (+2)
Paragon Sora (+1)
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