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
Pyre was rather unceremoniously dragged to look at the moving wall of pain and death, also known better as Svenden’s army. She made a good point they was approaching on their position at quite an alarming rate. “Honestly, Vieka when have i been one to think ahead that far?” To be honest in his defence it wasn't his idea, and the moving it to the trains he thought the robots could do it fast enough. He played briefly with the idea in his head of him manning one of those machines, they always did look like fun. “Eh them robots seem quick enough.” He gave a shrug wiping the blood of his cheek.
Pyre turned back around to see Vieka staring at the supplies rubbing her hands together. “Wait what are you doing?” … he knew what was coming next. “Really…. do we have to use fire.” He was not the biggest fan of it it only ever brought destruction, but it did fascinate him nonetheless. Pyre looked at his hard work and let out a brief sigh and turned away from the soon to be bonfire. “Fine, do it. But i shall play no part.”
Vieka rolled her eyes behind her mask, not unfamiliar with the male’s fear and fascination with fire. Honestly, he could be rather self destructive, but it was a thought and worry for another time, considering she had so little of it right now to begin with. Still welling her magic, Vieka prepared to set the materials on fire and hoped that perhaps some of the volatile materials would catching and spread the flame quicker, but just as she moved to perform the magic a sound caught her attention.
It had been quiet to begin with, blending into the background symphony of screaming and gunfire, but it gradually grew louder. A dull, heavy thudding that was accentuated by the sounds of machinery with every step, it’s echo soon becoming unignorable, but much too late. Vieka looked up, her eyes widening behind her mask in alarm as a fully metal suited Sveden Soldier appeared around the corner, carrying a semi-automatic rifle and each joint of his suit spitting wires and gears to help him move in the heavy armour.
“Pyre! Get down!” She yelled out just as the soldier lifted his gun and shot several bullets in their direction, spraying the ground and nearby crates and walls of their location with holes as the thundering echoes bounced around the area.
Pyre dove to the tent, quickly flipping one of the medical beds to use as cover. His mind raced with thoughts how are they getting out of this one, he knew his normal strategy but even he knew this was not the time to be a reckless fool. Bullets sprayed the area,”Veika Are you okay?!” he called out hoping for a response. He peeked his head over the top to look for the metal monster. Yep still there, “Hey over here you pile of scrap.” Pyre was a foolish man, but he would rather die than see a friend get injured and that moral code he lived by was normally what get him injured.
The male had taken shelter in the tent but the woman was not lucky enough to have such coverage nearby, and the Soldier watched as she made to dive behind some of the stacked crates. The invasion of castamere was one his country was clearly winning and as such, he had been given permission to stray from his group to seek out the medical supplies of the town. After all, let’s face it, there was not much a few straggling soldiers or any civilian could do against a man with a gun and heavy metal armor.
But his army captain had taught him caution, and that’s why when Pyre yelled his distractions at him, he did naught but fire a few more bullets in his direction. The dark haired woman would be a better target, more out in the open with little to hide behind, whereas the man she was with was completely out of sight for the time being. She hadn’t replied to him, either to try and hide her location or perhaps she was dead, either way he needed to make sure.
Moving forward, heavy feet followed by the sounds of whirring gears sounded as the soldier stepped beyond the crate line, his gun held up just in case, but what met his eyes was not what he expected.
Vieka laid against one of the crates, slumped forward and her mask removed and placed to the side, her hand clutching her lower left abdomen where molten flames seemed to spew between her fingertips. They gushed out like sparks and blood, oozing over the cloth into a dull red after escaping her loose grip. She was still alive though, breathing haggardly but lightly. The soldier stared for a moment in morbid alarm, wondering what sort of inhumane creature splattered fire instead of blood as he lifted his gun to put the monster out of it’s misery, and that’s when Vieka looked up, an eruption of molten lava churning in her eyes.
Crack!
There was a moment of silence as the soldier seemed confused, wondering why he was looking down the barrel of a gun, but then he realised it was his gun, his arm morbidly snapped unrealistically at the elbow so that his gun was pointed back at him, shards of bones sticking out in the gaps of his armor. The pain and horror quickly followed along with a scream of pain, and the soldier went to stumble back away from the bleeding doctor-
Snap!
Pop!
His legs quickly followed the condition of his arm, bending the wrong way at the knee as he toppled to the floor in agony, limp as a rag doll yet still trying to claw distance between his heavy body and this- this monster using his one good arm left. Vieka picked herself up slowly off the floor, cringing in pain and effort as her magic tried to stitch back together the hole in her stomach, slowly moving over the maggot of a man writhing on the ground. Slowly, her hand moved from her wound, coated in fresh blood and holding something tightly in her hand as she staggered over then finally dropped her weight onto the soldier's chest, preventing him from moving any further way.
“I believe this is yours…” She called out in a hoarse voice, her clenched palm glowing a vivid purple for a moment before opening so that the bullet could be seen resting there. Ripping off the sveds mask, she pried his jaw open before giving a twisted smile. “You should have it back.”
Muffled screams echoed the area as the molten bullet was forced between his lips and his jaw held securely shut by bloodied fingers. Vieka held him in place with both hands, one clasped over his mouth and the other pressed against his jaw and he tried to scream and flail, the smell of burning flesh filling her nostrils as agony seared itself on his face as well as his tongue, and it was only after a few dragged out seconds did she remove her hands and let the soldier spit out cursed bullet, his mouth charred a blistered, bleeding red.
Vieka tsked, watching the man on the brink of passed out beneath her as her own laboured breathing increased from exertion. “Wake up!” She snapped, slapping his face a few times for good measure. “This is nothing compared to what you’ve wrought on the people of lodan! you’ve burned their homes, shot their families, killed their children and parents and stolen their food. I am far from done with you yet.”
The soldier stared in horror as magic welled in the winged anderswelters hand, fiery wings that made her look like hell's messenger bursting from her back and ripping open her already tattered and bloody shirt even more. His last moments were filled with the sight of her smiling almost lovingly down at him as she replaced his helmet back on his face, and then there was a pressure on his chest. At first, he didn’t understand what was happening, but as he began to feel warmer and warmer, the sense of burning eating away at his shatter joints, understanding dawned on him. By the time he started flailing again to try and escape her weight it was far too late.
Vieka let the burning purple flames coat over his form for the rest of it’s duration, superheating the metal and letting him roast from the inside before she finally removed herself from his being, parts of her clothes smoking from their charred edges as she watched him flail and scream in the molten suit that had become his torture prison. She was not deluded enough to believe she could fight an entire army, but she could at least get a tiny amount of revenge as she watched his screaming body with hateful eyes.
“ah… my mask..” She muttered vaguely, moving to collect the precious leather only to stumble against one of the crates and groan, holding her bleeding stomach once more. Exhausting herself of magic after being so wounded probably wasn’t her best idea.
magic used: Rank II: Telekinesis x 3, Pyromancy x 1 Rank III: Health x 1, Pyromancy x 1 Rank IV: Pyromancy x 1
Pyre called out once more, “Vieka?!” bullets flew in his direction keeping him pinned, and she didn't reply either. What was he meant to do?
Crack!
The area went silent, he began to think the worst. He had waited to long to make a move, it was his fault, she was dead and he was to blame. The one time he should have been reckless, he wasn't. A scream of pain filled the air, and before he could help himself Pyre lept up from behind the bed “Don-…..” he paused.
Pyre saw just outside of the tent the man was twisted and bent he was a real monster a mangle of bone and metal. Pyre froze staring as his friend came into sight, this was not good he watched as she sat on him pinning him in place the man was doomed.
“Vieka..” he said faintly, he caught brief glimpse of the molten bullet before she placed it in the soldier's mouth. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Pyres stomach churned he felt physically sick. He closed eyes for the third time today, this was not the way he had planned on spending today. He had set out to help people,to give something back. Pyre was far from an honest man, but he always tried to do right when ever he could. He took his mind back to a thought of before the first bombs fell back to when it was all so much simpler, the man cherished his memories they helped him to cope.
Moments had passed before he reopened his eyes.Upon leaving the tent the scene before him was horrific the man was mangled and burnt. Yet still alive. He glanced over to his friend, “And i thought you was the one that could be in trouble.” The man gurgled grotesque noises behind him.
“Shite vie, that's too much. He is a normal man, he wasn't the one to make the orders.” Pyre walked over to the man, and looked back at her. “If you hadn't shot her this probably would been less painful.” He flipped the man over onto his chest, “It's over now.”
Thump.
Pyres boot landed onto the back of the man's neck snapping his neck instantly. He swiveled on the spot to look back at his friend. He clapped his hands together, “Well, i noticed you’re bleeding, so let’s use some of these medical supplies to fix you up!” he said placing an arm around her neck and, giving her a grin. “And then yes you can burn the supplies, and yes, we can most certainly leave.”
The wounded doctor let her eyes trail to her friend, having briefly forgotten he was still around but glad he seemed to be okay. His words were a little fuzzy, but as her eyes trailed down to the now still soldier on the ground, she realised she’d gone too far. Too late now though, he was dead now, and Pyre had put him out of his misery before he could suffer any longer at her hands.
“Right.. the supplies…” She muttered vaguely, picking up her mask and making her way over to the dead man painfully. She took a moment to scan over the charred metal before she found what she was after: the fuel tanks that ran the armor secured to his legs. It was just as well, had it been any closer to the source of flames she’d created earlier it would have exploded. As it was, the canisters were hot but not enough to combust, so they were perfect for use.
Awkwardly she wrapped her red fingers around the cylinders and yanked as hard as she could, hissing in pain when another spurt of liquid ember shot from her wound as her own body tried to fix itself. At least with the bullet out, it could begin stitching itself back together without anything in the way. After a few more firm tugs, the fuel tanks finally started to give way and with a crack they broke off, spewing some of their contents over the floor and corpse before she could turn it upright and save the precious liquid from spilling anymore. she handed it over to pyre before starting on the second one.
“Go spread that around the supplies.” She grunted, beginning to look considerably pale as she worked. “But find some bandages before you do,” stopping herself from bleeding anymore probably would have been the first thing on her mind, but right now she wanted things burned and them out of this dratted town.
Pyre took the canister in hand, “Okay you sit, i will fetch them.” It was lucky Pyre had, had marked the fragile stuff before hand as this made finding the bandage box a lot quicker then it would have been previously. After two or three boxes he found what he was looking for, a clean selection of bandages.He walked them over to her,”I would have thrown them but you only have one free hand at the moment.” He didn't stick around to see her facial reaction to the joke as he just wanted out of here.
Pyre quickly doused the rest of the supplies in the fuel as he himself did not want them to have the supplies now. However he did get a strange kick of enjoyment out of preparing the fire, but he did always have a fascination for fire alongside his fear. “So i was climbing on that angel before it was well…” He paused looking at the ruins of the church. “Yeah, um.. before it was obliterated. I was thinking we could get out of here via horseback, i saw a carriage station and stables. If we are lucky.. we might find a horse left.” Pyre glanced over to the trains. “We ain't bloody using the trains either way.”
Holding the second canister between her legs as she attempted to tight the bandages around her midriff tightly, Vieka couldn’t help but crack a small smile. She was in pain and everything hurt and she was buzzing from her kill and use of magic, but pyre’s humor in this dark event was somewhat uplifting to her, even in its inappropriateness. “What can i say, getting shot has it’s uses after all if it means it’s going to walk your lazy arse over here.” She snickered back, followed by a sharp wince.
Once she was securely tied up and no longer pissing blood and fire everywhere, the dark haired doctor slowly and carefully dragged herself to her feet, picking up the canister with her and walking over to the makeshift bomb fire. “And that’s a good plan. The trains will be the first place people target, both civilians and Seden alike. If they’re even still around by now, which i doubt, the likelihood of us getting on one is poor.” She took a moment to catch her breath before turning over her canister and dumping it contents on the heap too. “Let’s get going, any longer and one bullet hole is going to be the least of our worries.” She muttered blandly, still holding her abdomen tenderly. With a simple flick of her hand, the supplies cought light in a flash of purple before it faded to it’s more natural hue’s, leaning her weight against her friend as fatigue really began to set in.
Pyre took her arm and placed it around his neck, “Cmon i'll be your crutch let's get to the stables and hope we are lucky.” The situation around them dire, but he was past caring. Pyre was selfish in his own right if it was to come down to it he would happily let and orphanage suffer for any one of his friends.
After a short journey though what was now was now verging on being a number one holiday destination for the demons due to all the fire and death, they found themselves at a stable. Most of the carriages had left. Pyre noticed a horse left strapped to a broken carriage.No one had helped the poor beast get free from its predicament. Pyre set his friend down and approached the beast it was scared beyond all belief, he placed a hand on the side of its face and spoke calmly to it trying to unspook it. “Hey girl, can we make a deal.If you can help me and my friend get out of here we will will get you out as well.” Pyre proceeded to untie the horse from the carriage. Leading it onwards, “Now i'll give you a boost and before you start i will drive, i know you are not a fan.” With that they mounted the horse and left the battlefield and that horrid day behind them.
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Feb 6, 2016 3:41:07 GMT
Leo sighed as he hopped onto the train and watched some as the red head came and helped Sayva. At least those two were on. Leo made his way over to the corner of the train car, sliding down the wall as he continued to look at the door way. His shoulder was killing him, but at least it was all closed up, he would have to thank that woman later. "drat it E... Where the hell are you..." Leo said as he continued to stare at the door way, watching everyone walk in, slowly but surly fill the car.
"But-" Emelo tried to protest only to get cut off by a group of people shoving him towards the train. No, this wasn't supposed to happen! He needed to find his brother, but this might have been the only train car he could get on... Emelo followed the crowd just before he reached the door, only to pull off to the side a bit, pressing himself against the side of the train car. He looked around a moment before turning back around to look at the train. This one looked really full... Turning his head to the side he looked down to the other cars. Maybe if he just went to another one, that way he would still get on Like Lasair wanted but maybe... Looking around some Emelo noticed Lasair was no where to be seen, did he already get on the train? So be it. Looking back over Emelo just barely caught the sight of some red head jumping onto a train, it seemed to light to be his brother but right now that was the train car he was going to get on, even if his brother wasn't on that one. Running or well pushing through the crowd Emelo began to make his way down the line of cars only to get held up near the doors before pushing on to the next. He was so close yet seemed so far... All the people he was pushing though, Emelo felt bad about that but now really wasn't the time to feel bad. In fact Emelo couldn't help but feel like this was the car, he just needed to get to the door. Emelo weaseled his way through the crowd as he slowly got closer to the door, there were a lot of dirty looks throw at him and even some harsh words but he was on a mission. He was going to get on that train whether people liked it or not. Emelo managed to squeeze in behind some larger man and in front of a younger woman only to get a dirt look and a slight shove from someone next to her, "Sorry..." He mumbled just as he pulled himself up into the train car. "Leo?" Emelo said as he looked around, only to see that red headed woman sitting near a window and his other guild mate on the other wall across from her. His eyes scanned the crowd as he was pushed back near the corner of the train. No Leo. Great... He should have just stuck with that train car Lasair tried to push him onto. Stepping back some Emelo was just about in the corner of the car before he nearly tripped over someone, "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry about t-" He began as he turned around to see the one he was looking for. "Leo!" He said with a wide smile.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Feb 7, 2016 14:27:09 GMT
Elaine nodded as she helped Edel get the man on the train. She helped the man settle down idly listening to him speak to Edelweiss. However the girl's mind was elsewhere. Back in time watching the pieces fall from the buildings in deadly rain. She curled up around her knees listening to the world around her. Another thought invaded her mind, a wisp of a wonder if Zona made it back okay. The image of Anders flying off vivid in her memory. The neatest thing she would probably ever see. Elaine buried her face in her arms and rested there in the floor wanting to sleep off this disturbing nightmare.
The medical supplies were burning up. Literally. Gladys had lost track of time among all her self-assigned work of helping the injured. She learned a lot of on the job tips and techniques today, that was certain. The information would come in handy the next time she had to stitch someone up. But as the last of the able bodied people were loaded out, the supplies were on fire. And an enemy soldier had approached the medical tents.
She took this as her sign to leave, especially since the oddly familiar mask-wearing woman was busy duking it out with the mecha-man. Yes, better to leave the fighting for those who had the skills to actually do it. It was a shame that she was never able to catch the mystery woman’s name, however. She probably wouldn’t survive the fight.
Gladys didn’t stick around to see who won or how. No, instead she picked up a rather stable patient and carried her off towards the train. The patient was passed out, but her wound was sealed. She was fine, she just hadn’t woken up from the trauma yet. The EIRAL officer had been keeping an eye on the woman, hoping she would wake up soon, but when she didn’t, well, Gladys took things into her own hands. At the train, she shoved her way in with ease, fear nipping at her heels, not to mention people somewhat respecting the uniform. Somewhat. A lot of slurs were thrown her way about how she should stay and fight. But the woman in her arms was reason enough for her to be on this train. The train wasn’t heading for Lodan, she found out, but that was okay. Anywhere was better than this blood bath.
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
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