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
Fawn just stared at the creature in stoic fascination. It screeched and reared from the fire as it just the light from it physically burned it. She guarded her side carefully, watching it's every move. As it turned he felt herself give a soft sigh of what might be considered relief. But it was very short lived however as the shadow beast turned and lashed out with it's tail. The man who had started the fire suddenly gone from his place. Fawn took a few steps back towards the boys. She noticed that Sayvahn held something, at least he had a plan. The Ander flared her wings just a bit. She was prepared to take off and work from the air but she needed to see what he would do first. This was his trial and she was not interfering until either she felt it was necessary or she was told to. Whichever happened to strike her first.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 25, 2016 3:09:36 GMT
The Nightstalker was just reaching the edge of the flames, pleased at the opportunity to see something that wasn’t light and fire again, when the grenade exploded on its back. Again it screeched out, pain and fear mixing together as the raspy voice pierced the air. The muscles in its tail tightened for a moment before relaxing, releasing the man from its hold. It was a momentary lapse in ability, however, as the tail began whipping back and forth in an agitated manner as it sprinted away from the flames eating the ground. It slipped back into the trees, for protection from the others, as it paused for a moment to lick the wound on its back. The flames didn’t take hold to its flesh, but the pain was there.
And after a few moments, the pain was ignored as the beast remembered its goal, its purpose. The city, she called to him. And he needed to answer that call. Slipping between the trees for a few moments, restless, it finally darted back out, sprinting down a road towards the buildings in the distance. They people who had started the fire didn’t matter now. They could be eaten later.
Light. Heat. Pain. Little splinters from the metal casing digging itself into his side, something the feline wasn’t expecting. Nor the tightening of the monster’s tail. The cracking, the feeling of being crushed— Sayvahn wheezed, coughing, as the monster dropped him. Perhaps he blacked out. Perhaps he went too close to the edge. He was warm, but something warm trickled from his mouth. Were the flames too close, too strong? Did they now drip from his tongue? But the beast, where was the beast? Sayvahn lolled his head to the side— his body, seeming limp, seeming distant, but heavy, as he turned.
The everglade stared back at him; her leaves, rustling in agitation, sensing the beast within her, and its fire. Yet, she began to rest, began to slow, and so, too, did Sayvahn. Was it over? He hoped it was. It hurt to breathe, to move, but, if the beast was gone, then, maybe the firefox wouldn’t mind if he blacked out for a little bit. Except, the beast wasn’t gone. It shed the protection of the forest for the call of city, returning to its path, down the trail, down the way, toward the city. Blast it. Placing a hand on his stomach, Sayvahn rolled himself over, staggering to get up. “H-hurry. After it. We- we can’t let it get to the city. Owl, take to the skies. Twins- after it, now.” Sayvahn wheezed, unable to see, unable to know what the others were doing while he had been on the ground. All he did know was that he needed to catch up. Pressing a hand against his chest, he staggered forward, calculated his next move as he headed after the beast.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Feb 26, 2016 22:22:15 GMT
The twins stood there for a moment a bit shocked as Sayvahn had something explode in front of him. The man must have been crazy to have done that, but after all he needed to get out of there and that seemed to work, it even caught the beast off guard and sent it back to the woods. The two looked towards one another before taking a step forward towards Sayvahn.
"Are you ok-" Emelo began to ask as the trees began to rustle. He froze as the beast seemed to be moving in the darkness, of course it wouldn't be that easy... Looking over to Leo Emelo began to wonder whether or not he should go and help Sayvahn.
Leo stood staring at the forest as the beast came darting out. The beast seemed to fly past them as Sayva began to shout for them to chase after it, not even nodding Leo turned on his heel and darted after the beast, looking over his shoulder he noticed his brother not to far behind.
Emelo stood there a moment wanting to help before he too turned and darted off, he did say twins, so that did mean both of them. Running as quickly as he could Emelo caught up to his brother as each one took a different side of the beast.
The two picked up the pace some as the caught up to the beast, each running along side it. The two looked over to one another as she shared the same look with the same thought in mind, stop the beast from getting into the city. Looking up for a moment the two looked for Fawna, she had the sky covered so if the beast tried to jump then she could handle it... right? Looking back towards one another the two nodded before both mouthing the same words. "One... Two... Three!" The two mouthed as they darted at the creatures legs, grabbing onto them and holding on, hopefully causing the thing to trip or at least slow it down.
A grenade of some sort, a brilliant idea even with the danger of being so close to it. IT sent the creature back into the forest with its tail between its legs. Fawna looked at the trees, her eyes searching for another glimpse of the liquid shadow. She wanted one more glance, and at the same time she never wanted to see it again. Surely it couldn't be that willing to give up. The wind picked up her hair and blew it around for a second, and in that split second she saw a shadow detach from the forest and begin to race for the city again. "Drat you!" She growled as she slightly turned her head away from it to hear Sayvahn's order. She flexed her wings out and pushed down with as much force as she could, launching her body into the sky. A few beats to level herself and she was off, chasing right at the creatures heels. She darted overhead, matching its speed with her own and watching the twins. They both jumped sideways to grab the creature's legs, she realized they were trying to slow it down. She dipped down closer watching and calculating every move the shadow beast made. It was stopping here today.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 28, 2016 2:48:14 GMT
Lasair continued to watch as the events unfolded. The fire, the explosion, the beast fleeing, and Sayvahn left behind as the other three chased it. The golden fox felt the need to step forward then, dashing to the side of he with the wooden mask, healing magic glowing faintly on his finger tips. Normally his magic didn’t glow, but he was rushing right now; he didn’t have the time to focus it away. He reached down and helped Sayvahn to his feet, the magic entering the man’s system as he did so. It wasn’t much, but it would help. “You’re doing well,” Lasair said quietly before releasing the man to allow him to continue his chase.
The shadow beast didn’t care that people were following it. The pain on its back fueled its haste as it ran through the street. And then it felt a weight on its back legs. Hissing, it was forced to slow down, but not completely stop. It still moved forward, still chased after the distant lights. As it ran, its tail curled under its body to its legs and wrapped itself around one of the people, the one on the right, ripping it off and flinging it to the side. In a moment, it would repeat the process and grab the one on the left. The winged one in the sky was noticed, but not ignored. The best kept one of its eyes on her, watching to see if a move would be made.
Coughing, Sayvahn knew he had broken a rib. Could feel it rubbing, it cracking, with every movement. All he wanted to do was lie down. But he couldn’t do that. Not with the beast on the loose. At least—at least he had sent the kids ahead. But still, they needed help, they needed a leader, they needed— Sayvahn staggered forward, struggling to breathe, but not for long. Not as a hands reached for him, glowing, bright, guiding. Sayvahn’s head rolled back in a released sigh as warmth emanated through his bones. Slowly, the feline was lifted up, and he smiled at Lasair’s words. Part of him wished they could linger like that— that warmth, seeping through him— but now, now was not the time. “Thanks, dearie.” Savyahn began, fingers gliding across the fox’s skin as he pulled away. “But it’s not over yet.”
Although the magic had cured a little of his maladies, the pain inside his chest still lingered. Pressing his hand against his chest, he watched as the twins latched onto the beast— remarkable, but foolish. The beast could easily hurt them at the close proximity and, oh, no, it’s tail! “Look out!” Sayvahn called, running toward them, cursing at his lack of ability, his lack of skill. If only he knew kinetics, if only he knew anything aside from one skill. But the twins had been able to slow the beast down. Had attached themselves to the beast. Which gave Sayvahn an idea.
“Boys!” Sayvahn called out, passing by them, stopping only for a moment to check their battle damage. Nothing too bad, but still. He had to make sure. Had to make sure they were safe, that they were still fine. But there was no time for sentiments. “I need you to stay strong, to catch up to the beast, hit it with any magic you can— guide it away— And if I’m in the way— ignore me, and just hit it, you got it?” Savyahn didn’t wait for them to answer. The feline was already running after the beast. This was going to get dicey.
“Owl, can you keep that tail away from me?” Sayvahn called out, hoping that the girl could hear him, and if not, well, he would ask the twins, and hope that maybe they would get the picture. Until then, Sayvahn took in a deep breath, reaching into his pocket for another container. Ripping at the cork, he coated his claws in the substance. This was going to hurt, but like the saying went, “No pain, no gain.” Cursing under his breath, he neared the beast, back lowering, knees bending as neared the side to at last jump, muttering, at the last minute, for a spell that coated his hands, coated his fingers and nails in flames. Wincing, Sayvahn latched onto the beast’s side, nails slipping into the beast’s plasma like back, but the fire, the fire took hold, latching, stopping Sayvahn from slipping through the shadow, from being left behind. And that’s when Sayvahn tried to climb onto it’s back, which, from there, he would guide—would ride, the beast away. The only problem was if the feline could hold on for that long.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Fawn stayed right over it, adjusting her speed and altitude. It had thrown the boys off with such ease, she was growing very weary of that tail. It was causing most of their problems. But her train of thought was interrupted by the newbie as he ran forwards. She was put in charge of the tail. That was going to be a bit of a challenge but Fawna could handle it. "On it!" She dipped down after the Sayvahn latched on to the beast, reaching out she managed to wrap her hands around it's tail, then with a powerful push back with her wings she pulled back hard. Fighting the beast's forward momentum with her own backwards one, slowly getting enough friction to slow it down a bit.
Last Edit: Mar 14, 2016 16:13:24 GMT by Fawna Evans
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on May 4, 2016 5:12:19 GMT
When the flame-laced claws dug into the monster’s back, it let out an unholy screech that surely hurt the ears of all it fell upon. It turned its head, trying to bite at the pain and remove it. But the cat, the cat had picked his perch well. That’s okay, he still had the tail, the tail could grab at it. Wait, tail was being grabbed. The beast hissed in annoyed pain, deciding instead to slam against the nearest building. Perhaps if it hit the burning spot hard enough it would fall off and relieve him of this terrible pain. The pain was too much for it to tolerate for long; it couldn’t even focus enough to force its tail into being intangible.
An ear piercing screech filled Sayvahn’s ears and the blonde hissed, edging his shoulders up in an attempt to cover them. The sound was loud, rendering his hearing practically useless as ringing reverberated in his ears. But the older man had to keep moving. Luckily, Fawna had taken care of the tail but the beast— “Blast it.” Sayvahn hissed as he realized where the beast was heading toward— a building. He had to hurry, had to climb quickly and get onto the beast’s back. It was a race against time. A race that Sayvahn wasn’t going to win. He gotten high enough though that the impact pressed against his lower spine, with such force however that Sayvahn gritted his teeth. Where were the twins? Where was Lasair? The barber couldn’t think about it, though. He had to keep moving, but as he did, he made sure to tear into the beast, carving fire into his back, and when the fire seemed to die down, he casted the spell once more.
“I’m going to make you burn unless you turn around, you vile beast.” Sayvahn hissed, getting onto the beasts back, nails, ripping into the beast’s neck.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Fawn cringed at the beast scream of pain, it left her ears ringing but she kept pulling, holding back it's tail with all of her might. Sayvahn had his task set. He was preforming well despite every obsticle that was shoved at him. Her train of thought was disrupted as the beast took a hard turn and yanked her with it. She flailed her wings frantically trying to keep her balance when she realized what it was trying to do. She panicked for a moment, not exactly wanting to get her wings pinned between her and the wall if she was forced against it. As it smacked against it she forced her body to twist, the heels of her boots hitting the wall first as she horizontaly crouched against it. She situated herself and then immediately kicked off from the wall with a hard push downwads. Catching as much air under with wings as possible and pulling back the other way. You were not smashing them against walls anymore!
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 13, 2016 23:39:54 GMT
The fire was doing more than damage the beast physically; it was also draining it of its energy too. It was beginning to whimper and whine, but it wasn’t done just yet. It had another trick or two left to perform.
As it turned down another street, it began charging as fast as it could, running at full speed. And when it could run no faster, it did a small hop in the air and dug its claws into the Earth, grinding itself to a halt as it whipped its tail forward with the stop, hoping the inertia would fling both of them off its body. And then, for an extra measure, it collapsed on the group and rolled over. If all else failed, that should be sure to free it of this searing pain. Before it got any more tired.
There was little that Sayvahn could do to help Fawna— let alone monitor her. He could only pray that she was able to hold the tail away long enough as the blonde continued to rip, to slash, yet, his attention shifted to just holding on as the beast sped up, only to jump and— Pain ripped at Sayvahn’s shouldeas as tendons were pulled, his body, flung forward with ease. Claws, they still dug into the beast, into its skin as the feline struggled to hold on. Yet, holding on would matter little as the beast turned over— with Sayvahn still lodged in him. Bones cracked, body, bruised as Sayvahn was momentarily crushed, his arms, falling limp to his sides, nails, breaking. Momentarily, Sayvahn lost consciousness. Momentarily, as the pain welled up, forcing him back into reality as he released a silent scream, a hiss, as the pain was too much, even for his lungs to handle— and that, that was crushed too. Or at least, something was broken. Not just his ribs, but something else entirely. Lifting a finger, let alone his head, was too much, and he whimpered, trying with the best of his effort to do anything. But his body— it had given up, even if Sayvahn had not.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 18, 2016 6:40:18 GMT
Even though Sayvahn had not defeated the beast, he had weakened it. The creature could no longer run, as the embers still clung to the bits of its flesh, eating it away in a magical sort of way. And as it had rolled, the fire had caught on its leg. How, it wasn’t sure, but surely because of the pest that had been riding on it’s back. Still, it tried to limp forward, feeling a need to go towards the city still. And now, now there wasn’t anything nearby to stop it.
It was then that Lasair walked up, almost as if he had appeared from nowhere. He crouched down next to Sayvahn and held a cloth out to him. “I could use a light,” he said in a plain voice. His cobalt eyes were looking over the injured man, getting a gauge on his injuries. Hopefully it would only be a moment longer before the beast was taken care of. Once it was down, the elder man could receive the treatment he needed. If one man had been worth the price of a city, then perhaps he could be treated now, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
Embers crawled across Sayvahn, the remnants of flames still lingering on his own body, mixed with rubble and sand. Oh, how he ached, how his body seemed to scream for rest, and he nearly got there too, the feline’s eyes, lowering, clinging to his consciousness, mouth— dry, thirsty for some sort of relief, but none would come. Yet, it seemed it did come as the fox sauntered forward, but even that was bittersweet. After all, all he wanted was just a flame. “Is that what our relationship is? I’m just your kindling?” Sayvahn laughed, but the action hurt, yet, he tried, lifting his fingers, ever so slightly, the flame, skipping between the charred remained of his hands to the cloth before the limbs fell back to their resting place, followed by a sigh from the older man, as that was his last spell, his last reserve of energy in itself. “Go get em tiger.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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