Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Viktor Croswell on Dec 22, 2015 7:36:43 GMT
"Then I wasn't as forgetful as I thought," claimed the merchanic with triumph. "Oh, hang on their, Lasair. you can't just chuck the rock," claimed Viktor as he kneeled to grab two more pebbles. "Here," he extended the first to the other. "To make them skip it's aaaaall in the wrist. Watch." The red head then turned the rock in his hand, stood angled so he was facing Lasair then drew his wrist and flicked the rock at the water's surface but as he did, his arm followed and curved around him. A grin spread over his features as he watched the rock skip three times before sinking down into the water below. "Your turn now."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 23, 2015 6:54:21 GMT
The ander paid attention as Viktor demonstrated. A wrist flick, huh? Taking the stone in his hand, he turned it over in his hand a bit before attempting to throw it. This time it bounced once before dropping below the water. He smiled, reaching down to pick up another and try again immediately after. After a few tries, he got one to bounce three times. “Thanks for showing me that,” he said, still grinning.
Unknown to the pair of guild members, several yards away from them were a trio of bandits, hoping to sneak into the city and steal some of the remaining resources to take back to the Sveden troops. They were annoyed that some people had stumbled oh too close to them and were waiting for the right moment to strike. One had an arrow notched and was aiming it at the one with the pointier hair. They just needed the right moment to let that arrow fly.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Dec 24, 2015 4:17:29 GMT
"Of course," came the other's reply, smile still at his lips as he watched the rock plop down in the water. For a few long moments he studied the pond without saying anything to Lasair before opting to sit with his knees bent so he may rest his forearms on them. Looking up at the other, he opened his mouth to say something when an arrow was let loose passed him aimed for Lasair.
Behind their cover, the trio of bandits had been waiting patiently. The one with the arrow kept his mark trained carefully while one sat sharpening his dagger and the third paced. "Just shoot," grumbled the one pacing. "The other one is in the way."
"Does it matter? Shoot. We haven't all day." The bowman gave the other a displeased look before turning his attention back to the pair near the pond. One of them sat down leaving his original target exposed. Taking the opportunity, the bandit loosed the arrow. The man who had been pacing grinned now that the action had begun and gave the seated man a blow to the side with his boot. "Get in there," he gestured at the two and with a nod, the man stood, waited to see where the arrow impacted and for the other red head to panic before charging in with his knife drawn, ready to plunge it into the mechanic.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 24, 2015 5:42:46 GMT
The arrow zipped by Lasair’s face, catching him off guard as it followed all his stones into the lake. He didn’t have much time to think as a man rushed at them, shining blade in the air, he only had time to react. “Vik, get out of here,” he said in a rush before bending down and commanding the ground to rise up around his arm in the form of a bracer. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to protect his arm. And hopefully, a display of magic would confuse the men and make them second guess their opponents.
With one cast gone to block that knife, Lasair had to think carefully about what he did next. The one with the arrows could send another their way any time. He had to watch, maybe even cast some Kinetics. But first he had to get a feel for the situation, and hopefully Viktor wouldn’t get hurt.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Dec 26, 2015 11:26:46 GMT
"I can't leave you," The mechanic shouted as he sprang onto his feet and went for the knife hidden at the hem of his boot. The magic had done it's trick in springing surprise into the features of the man who was charging them but not enough to stop him. Still, in the moment of hesitation Lasair was able to successfully block the strike. Viktor had a moment to back away with eyes wide at as he looked to the man between him and his assailant. No arrow would come since the shooter would not risk hitting his own man. "Witch," growled the man who had been pacing earlier. "Markus, if they are witches... we don't stand a chance."
"Shut it, Bryson. Only the one is a witch--that one, remember he came with that," nodded Markus to the steamwork bike. "Witches break technology." Bryson turned to see where Markus had gestured then nodded. "I am going to help Gunther. I want the witch's head. Cover us and shoot if one tries to flee." The bowman hesitated a moment, but then nodded and notched an arrow to his bow. Meanwhile, Markus unslung his pair of three-starred glaives from his back and emerged from his hiding place with a sneer plastered over his disfigured features. Gunther, the knife fighter, went to shove Lasair away hoping to punch him after.
"Dammit, there's another one," Viktor whispered, too scared to speak up as he held the knife in his trembling hands. When he had been fighting that thing with Wern he hadn't thought twice about fighting or getting hurt--then again, it wasn't another human trying to kill them. Fearful of the man trying to harm Lasair, he ducked around and went to make for a slash at Gunther. Their assailant, being more experienced with weaponry, simply backhanded the mechanic though left himself open for Lasair.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 28, 2015 4:10:21 GMT
The bracer crumbled away, back to the dirt it came from as the knife retracted from it. It had served its purpose, good. Shaking the arm that had held it, he bit the inside of his cheek as the magic swirled around within him. A storm was brewing it, and he wanted to put it to use. And with a second man joining the fray, he wanted to make the most of that.
With one man open, Lasair took the chance to send a wave of Deceit his way. Assuming the magic took hold of his man, the ‘back up’ coming from the trees would now resemble Lasair, at least for a few moments. Hopefully enough to make the man pause. That’s two casts used up, he had to remember not to spend the magic too quickly. With the man confused, it should hopefully him open to Viktor for a chance to strike back. Lasair didn’t want to kill these men, but they had to be neutralized at least. Not to mention the fact that the archer was still in the trees. “Try to knock him down,” said to Vik in a low tone, hoping the other wouldn’t catch it.
As for the man wielding the glaives, he was going to head towards Viktor. Let Gunther deal with the witch, he was already closer to the ander anyway.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Dec 29, 2015 22:26:54 GMT
The man attacking Lasair gave pause as he caught sight of his boss emerging from the corner of his eyes but rather than his boss it was the same image of Lasair. What in the world? No, this had to be some form of sorcery he concluded, however, coming to a decision was much too late. Viktor didn't have to be told twice to attempt knocking the man out and so went to drive the back of his knife into the man's skull sending him to the ground but failing to put him out. Instead the man groaned and was dizzy but soon staggered back to his feet and lashed out at Lasair with the knife. Still somewhat dizzy, his chances of actually striking would be minimal since Lasair could easily take a step back.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 30, 2015 8:25:37 GMT
And step back Lasair did, allowing the knife from the dizzy man to simply graze his shirt, but not cause any real damage. Now, this ander isn’t trained in combat, but he did know how to kick someone’s shin. So he did that, hoping it would knock that man back on the ground while the next one approached. One for each of them was fair odds, sort of. But Lasair would be much more comfortable with two on one, favoring him. Which meant he needed to get this guy out of commission.
Markus had his eyes on Viktor and with a glaive in each hand, he lunged into combat, swinging each one at the mechanic, down and up in a combo of attacks. With his opponent only wielding a knife, he was pretty confident that he had the upper hand here.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Dec 31, 2015 22:15:47 GMT
To the ground Gunther went with a strained curse as Lasair's boot made contact with his shin. "You rotten cur!" With vengeance in his eyes the man slashed out with his blade before clumsily staggering onto his feet. He would not lose to such a puny little witch! The thought was utterly inconceivable and only further angered him as he continued to slash wildly but his anger made him stupid and his aim poor if not passionate.
Viktor was no warrior and it was evident on the day he let NK-5 get destroyed. Markus had been right to gather that he had the upper hand given that a glaive was bigger than a puny knife so all the mechanic could do was weave away from the man and dodge with the occasional sloppy parry. Each time their blades connected Viktor's grip was challenged and once the steels had slid causing the blade of his enemy's glaive to slice at his arm drawing a hiss of pain from Viktor. Further away he got from Lasair until an unfortunate root caught his heel. Too busy in his duel he never noticed until the ground came up to meet the back of his head. "L-Lasair!" His heart beat frantically in his chest as he scrambled backwards away from his assailant.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 1, 2016 4:59:20 GMT
Lasair saw Viktor begin to be pushed back from the corner of his eye, but he was too focused on dodging the frantic slashing from the other. His head was snapped back over to Viktor when he heard the desperate cry, and the sight caused the blood to drain from his face. The magic seemed to take over his body by itself as he rushed towards his friend, lunging into the air with a double leap and landing near where Viktor had fallen. (Kinetics I)
A blank expression was on Markus’ face as he advanced towards the man on the ground. It was the wrong day to go for a walk at this part of town, the wrong day indeed.
Lasair hoped he wasn’t too late. He just had to get there and knock the man over. They were by the trees now, hopefully they could run away. Escape with their lives. The bike could be left behind.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Jan 1, 2016 22:22:43 GMT
As the man drew near Viktor lifted the dagger to stop the parry but the first glaive came crashing down and easily knocked it from his hands. As Viktor's gaze followed the blade he caught sight of Lasair coming for him until a sharp, sudden pain caused him to lurch. His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to bleed. Blood collected at the corners of his lips as he stared back up at his assailant continuing to wear that blank expression as he had stalked the mechanic. Gold-flecked green eyes drifted lower to see the second glaive had pierced its way through his chest and gut impaling him to the ground.
With Lasair now close by Markus struggled with the glaive before tearing it away from the human's body, flicking the blood off of the blades as he directed his attention to the witch.
The man who held onto his dagger moments ago was closing in angry he'd been ignored after being ridiculed by their previous fight in which he had been losing.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 2, 2016 1:09:01 GMT
“Viktor!” Lasair yelled, feeling a lump rise in his throat. No, no, no, no, no no no no no no nonononononono! He didn’t want to have another death on his shoulders, not a second one to weigh him down. With newfound strength that was fueled by both anger and rage, he charged at the man, the one standing over Viktor. He didn’t care if he got hurt now, he just wanted to save his friend, the one that was so much better to him in ways he really should be appreciated more.
His shoulder collided with the man and sent him out the way, the pain not even registering in Lasair’s mind and he knelt down, ignoring the blood and picked up Viktor as gently as he could manage. Then he ran, ran far and ran fast. First he needed to get away from these killers, then he needed to do something about Vik’s wounds. He still had time, he wasn’t too late. He cursed himself for not fleeing sooner, for being so foolish as to challenge these guys without being prepared. Preparation was everything in his world. "It'll be okay, just hang on. It'll be okay. Okay. It'll be okay," he repeated over to himself, hoping it would comfort the man in his arms, as well as the pain in his chest.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Jan 2, 2016 1:54:20 GMT
Viktor's world was beginning to fuzz at the edge. He hardly registered Lasair's movements or how the other man fell away but his mind traveled to the other red head. Was he safe? Would be safe? Lasair shouldn't perish with him. What about his mother? Did this mean he was going to leave her alone? She couldn't pay her bills. A face filled his vision again and he struggled to see it. Pain shot through his body again as he vaguely realized he was being lifted. "H-h-ha.... Las," he whispered unable to finish getting the name out. Another trickle of blood fell from his lips as he leaned on the other.
Markus grunted as he collided with the ground and once Lasair was up he remained down.
"Bryson! Bryson! Help, Markus is hurt!" Their leader impaled himself on his own weapon in the fall causing the bowman to choose in shooting Lasair or aiding the other. Cursing, Bryson let the other go and came out of his hiding to assist his partner. "Let them go, Gunther. Help me carry Markus."
When Lasair would look upon Viktor again he would find the mechanic limp with his eyes open. To Lasair's words of assurance he could offer no reply now.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 2, 2016 22:46:38 GMT
He kept running. Every time he started to slow down, he heard something behind him that made him speed back up. He had to get out of here, had to get Viktor to safety, get him a doctor. He couldn’t have another death to carry around, he just couldn’t. “Don’t worry I’m getting you out of here. It’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. Just hang on a little while longer, Vik. I’ll get you out of here and everything will be okay.” He kept repeating those phrases over and over, not realizing that the man’s life had already faded. Or maybe he did realize it because he didn’t want to, because he was in denial.
The blood from the wounds sunk into his shirt and pants, making them cling to his skin in a sickening sort of way. But he ignored it, and kept ignoring everything as he ran, finally making his way back into the city. He rushed to the first doctor he could find and dumped Viktor onto the first open table he saw. “Please, help him,” he said, feeling his legs go out under him now that he had stopped running. Exhaustion and pain swept over him as he hung onto the side of the table, refusing to let himself fall to the ground just yet.
The doctor took one look at Vik and shook his head, reaching down to close the man’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said in a soft tone. “But your friend is gone already.” The doctor walked off then, giving Lasair a chance to be alone.
The ander looked at Viktor’s body one more time, seeing the nauseating amount of blood and how still the body was. So unsettlingly still. Lasair froze for a moment before letting go of the edge of the table, tumbling to the floor as tears came to his eyes. Why couldn’t he stop the bad guys from hurting Viktor? Why couldn’t he protect him? He could only save himself, it was always just himself. He felt weak before so he tried to get stronger, but despite all that;
He had failed.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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