DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X]Heal Master
A Conjuror's journey
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Yes, Louise. Do it. I am sure he would agree that this is no small problem that can't be entrusted to a random amateur, and would do his best to keep the rest of the insolent lot away from your precious sister. He is reliable like that.
I don't think even the chaurus would scare him off of this golden opportunity to prove himself a true friend!
On the other hand, Cattleya would probably be interested to meet the sole person capable of meaningful interaction with the Pink Terror, so it's a win-win for everyone.
The chances of Espi getting an off-world vacation are rising steadily.
[X] Stalk Cattleya invisibly and protect her virtue.
But first we need to impress upon Lou-Lou how serious the situation is, and how exhausting and cumbersome it would be to try and control it yourself. Little sister suitor police, here we come!
Edit:
[X] Go find the scientist or old man that Master Cynric spends so much time with, whichever you can find first. 50/50 chance.
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TwistedJester
Tired Lurker King
- Location
- Hell
[X] Spell research-
-[X] Grand Healing.
[X] Go find the scientist or old man that Master Cynric spends so much time with, whichever you can find first. 50/50 chance.
-[X] Grand Healing.
[X] Go find the scientist or old man that Master Cynric spends so much time with, whichever you can find first. 50/50 chance.
The Road To Recovery
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Belly full and patience thin, Louise makes a hasty exit from the dining hall as the plebeian masses vie for her attention. "Just because I saved your life doesn't mean I want you in my presence!" She growls at the babbling red-head that decided to follow her into the halls.
"I-I just thought... y'know, maybe we could hang out some time." The pest replies, her lip beginning to wobble. As if that would make me change my mind.
"Look Charlotte-" "Debra." "- Jennifer," Louise says, glaring at the woman for interrupting. "I do not and will never want to waste my time socializing with low-born rabble."
Turning on her heel, Louise marches into the elevator and presses the button for the engineering floor. While ignoring the idiots attempting to ruin her meal, she had decided to speak with that Shen fellow about finding a solution, since the doctors don't seem to be helping her master recover. It's been almost a day already since I healed most of their patients and they still haven't fixed him, how incompetent are these people at their jobs?
"Your Gift is not strong enough either."
Before she can sink into depression at her own pitiful attempt at helping her teacher, a hand reaches between the closing doors and causes them to open once more. With a groan, Louise watches helplessly as the red-head walks in and begins rocking from heel to toe. The doors close and the Vallière does her best to ignore the unwanted company. The elevator slowly descends deeper underground and an eternity seems to pass before the silence is broken.
"So, like... I don't wanna be a bother and I totally understand if you don't wanna answer, but..." Pinching the bridge of her nose, Louise sighs and motions for her to speak. "Well, I work in supply, we're kinda split between military and civilians... kinda like how the science people are civilians, but some of them are like army guys or whatever... well anyways, Josh and Amin were talking about how you were always grumpy and stuff and Amin says it's 'cause short people have high blood-pressure, but I don't think he really knows what he's talking about, and Josh thinks you're one of those girls who acts mean to hide how sweet and gentle you are on the inside."
Gritting her teeth, Louise is about to respond when the woman takes a deep breath and the verbal waterfall continues. "Well, that got me thinking, shocking right?" She laughs in self-depreciation before awkwardly shuffling when Louise doesn't join her. "A-anyways... You, like, always hang out with that old guy and that Mexican creeper, so it's not that you hate everyone you meet. I mean, obviously you're nicer than you try to appear with your snobby princess act, otherwise you would'a just left everyone to suffer or die, not to mention how you totally kicked ass to protect the base. Not to mention how your sister's always slutting it up with the guys, totally hogging the spotlight, ya'know? So I was like 'Maybe she's just shy', but that didn't really fit with how confident you seem when yelling at us, so.... well...-"
"What did you say about my sister?"
Blinking in surprise, the woman looks down into Louise's hateful glare. "What? Oh... yeah, she's totally got the naive and easy act down. Those poor bastards never stood a cha- urk!"
Blade buried up to the hilt in the other woman's spine, Louise leans in close as her weapon releases a jolt into the target of her ire. "You do not insult Cattleya." She whispers to the fearful commoner as she pulls the sword back and lets the woman fall to the floor of the elevator. "Since there is obviously something wrong with your head, I will explain this so that you will understand. I do not like you. I do not like your fellows. I do not care if your world is destroyed and all of your people are slaughtered like the cattle you are. Were it not for my master's request that I assist in this war, I would kill you for such a slight against my sister's virtue."
Wiping the blood off onto the woman's shirt, Louise twirls her weapon and slides it into it's sheathe. Unsure whether the woman had even bothered to pay attention, she kicks her in the head to knock her unconscious before reluctantly healing her wounds. When the doors finally open, Louise leaves the woman in a puddle of her own blood and begins searching for the old engineer.
Smiling commoners and all manner of wondrous machines greet her as she looks through the windows. One room contains a man tinkering with an odd device, strange linked bands of metal wrap around it's wheels and one of the 'plasma cannons' her teacher helped enchant is mounted on top of the waist high machine. A large room takes up the entire right side of the corridor, dozens of men and women scrambling around a floating platform and glowing towers that glow with emerald light, nothing that she can understand the purpose of however. The next room she passes contains several guards exercising in heavy metal armor, which she watches with interest for several minutes.
"The men have taken to calling it carapace armor, due to it's almost exoskeletal design." An accented voice says from behind her, causing her to whip her head around. Doctor Vahlen doesn't bother to look up from her datapad as she taps away it's screen.
Respectfully nodding in greeting to one of her master's acquaintances, Louise turns back to the window. "It looks much more sturdy than the vests used around here."
Vahlen makes a sound of agreement. "Yes, testing against captured alien weapons shows substantial improvements over existing body armor. Once Cynric awakens, it is my hope that we can move on to more theoretical designs. When can we expect his return to the labs?"
"I-I don't know." Louise admits quietly, shaking her head. "He taught me some enchanting, maybe I can help?"
"Perhaps, though we might require insight from a more... experienced individual than yourself. No offense intended, of course." She says, obviously unconcerned whether or not her words did offend, merely stating that it wasn't her intent. "I was informed that you healed the majority of the casualties sustained in the alien assault... I assumed you would have done so for your instructor as well."
"Why do you continue such wasteful actions? Forget the others. Ascend. Unleash your Potential."
Clenching her trembling fists, Louise glares at the face reflected in the glass. Not talented enough, not strong enough, not smart enough. She couldn't fight hard enough and needed master Cynric to save her, she couldn't heal him and needed the commoners to do it. Weak. Failure. Shameful. Worthless. Zero. Maybe everyone was right about me.
"Please don't start crying on me, I hate crying children." Doctor Vahlen says, snapping her back to the situation at hand.
Wiping away the tears in her eyes, the pinkette shifts her glare to the scientist. "I'm not a child!" She says, stomping her foot petulantly when Vahlen merely raises a brow at her. "Anyway, I couldn't heal Master Cynric, so I left him in the care of your doctors."
"And do you know if they've diagnosed him?" At Louise's negative response, Vahlen redoubles her typing speed, a frown forming on her face as she reads the screen. "Radiation poisoning." She says in disbelief. "Did they even read the memo- no, of course not."
Louise watches in confusion as the doctor marches furiously toward the elevator.
"Commander? Yes, I thought I might inform you that I will be unavailable for a while. No. Just a demonstration on proper interrogation methods. Yes. Give Bradford my regards."
Shrugging, Louise looks back to the window before an Idea pops into her head. Opening the door, she approaches the nearest of center of the room and once she has everyone's attention she announces in a cheerful voice, "Hello, commoners, I am here to assist you in testing your new armor! You shall now do your best to defend yourselves while I attack you." Raising her hand to silence their stupid noises of shock and confusion, she continues, "I realize that you are hopelessly outmatched, but don't worry, I'll heal your broken and battered bodies when we're done."
Choose 2:
[] Stalk Cattleya invisibly and protect her virtue.
[] Must grow stronger! Absorb Quelaag's soul.
[] Spell research-
[] Sneak into the command center.
[] Interlude:
[] Write in.
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A/N: Louise perfected Grand Heal! All allies within 10Ft/3.048m are gradually healed of all Physical damage. X-com fails a social roll, Louise irritates aliens with her lack of psionic improvement, and Cynric is no longer being drained of magicka by the doctors.
"I-I just thought... y'know, maybe we could hang out some time." The pest replies, her lip beginning to wobble. As if that would make me change my mind.
"Look Charlotte-" "Debra." "- Jennifer," Louise says, glaring at the woman for interrupting. "I do not and will never want to waste my time socializing with low-born rabble."
Turning on her heel, Louise marches into the elevator and presses the button for the engineering floor. While ignoring the idiots attempting to ruin her meal, she had decided to speak with that Shen fellow about finding a solution, since the doctors don't seem to be helping her master recover. It's been almost a day already since I healed most of their patients and they still haven't fixed him, how incompetent are these people at their jobs?
"Your Gift is not strong enough either."
Before she can sink into depression at her own pitiful attempt at helping her teacher, a hand reaches between the closing doors and causes them to open once more. With a groan, Louise watches helplessly as the red-head walks in and begins rocking from heel to toe. The doors close and the Vallière does her best to ignore the unwanted company. The elevator slowly descends deeper underground and an eternity seems to pass before the silence is broken.
"So, like... I don't wanna be a bother and I totally understand if you don't wanna answer, but..." Pinching the bridge of her nose, Louise sighs and motions for her to speak. "Well, I work in supply, we're kinda split between military and civilians... kinda like how the science people are civilians, but some of them are like army guys or whatever... well anyways, Josh and Amin were talking about how you were always grumpy and stuff and Amin says it's 'cause short people have high blood-pressure, but I don't think he really knows what he's talking about, and Josh thinks you're one of those girls who acts mean to hide how sweet and gentle you are on the inside."
Gritting her teeth, Louise is about to respond when the woman takes a deep breath and the verbal waterfall continues. "Well, that got me thinking, shocking right?" She laughs in self-depreciation before awkwardly shuffling when Louise doesn't join her. "A-anyways... You, like, always hang out with that old guy and that Mexican creeper, so it's not that you hate everyone you meet. I mean, obviously you're nicer than you try to appear with your snobby princess act, otherwise you would'a just left everyone to suffer or die, not to mention how you totally kicked ass to protect the base. Not to mention how your sister's always slutting it up with the guys, totally hogging the spotlight, ya'know? So I was like 'Maybe she's just shy', but that didn't really fit with how confident you seem when yelling at us, so.... well...-"
"What did you say about my sister?"
Blinking in surprise, the woman looks down into Louise's hateful glare. "What? Oh... yeah, she's totally got the naive and easy act down. Those poor bastards never stood a cha- urk!"
Blade buried up to the hilt in the other woman's spine, Louise leans in close as her weapon releases a jolt into the target of her ire. "You do not insult Cattleya." She whispers to the fearful commoner as she pulls the sword back and lets the woman fall to the floor of the elevator. "Since there is obviously something wrong with your head, I will explain this so that you will understand. I do not like you. I do not like your fellows. I do not care if your world is destroyed and all of your people are slaughtered like the cattle you are. Were it not for my master's request that I assist in this war, I would kill you for such a slight against my sister's virtue."
Wiping the blood off onto the woman's shirt, Louise twirls her weapon and slides it into it's sheathe. Unsure whether the woman had even bothered to pay attention, she kicks her in the head to knock her unconscious before reluctantly healing her wounds. When the doors finally open, Louise leaves the woman in a puddle of her own blood and begins searching for the old engineer.
Smiling commoners and all manner of wondrous machines greet her as she looks through the windows. One room contains a man tinkering with an odd device, strange linked bands of metal wrap around it's wheels and one of the 'plasma cannons' her teacher helped enchant is mounted on top of the waist high machine. A large room takes up the entire right side of the corridor, dozens of men and women scrambling around a floating platform and glowing towers that glow with emerald light, nothing that she can understand the purpose of however. The next room she passes contains several guards exercising in heavy metal armor, which she watches with interest for several minutes.
"The men have taken to calling it carapace armor, due to it's almost exoskeletal design." An accented voice says from behind her, causing her to whip her head around. Doctor Vahlen doesn't bother to look up from her datapad as she taps away it's screen.
Respectfully nodding in greeting to one of her master's acquaintances, Louise turns back to the window. "It looks much more sturdy than the vests used around here."
Vahlen makes a sound of agreement. "Yes, testing against captured alien weapons shows substantial improvements over existing body armor. Once Cynric awakens, it is my hope that we can move on to more theoretical designs. When can we expect his return to the labs?"
"I-I don't know." Louise admits quietly, shaking her head. "He taught me some enchanting, maybe I can help?"
"Perhaps, though we might require insight from a more... experienced individual than yourself. No offense intended, of course." She says, obviously unconcerned whether or not her words did offend, merely stating that it wasn't her intent. "I was informed that you healed the majority of the casualties sustained in the alien assault... I assumed you would have done so for your instructor as well."
"Why do you continue such wasteful actions? Forget the others. Ascend. Unleash your Potential."
Clenching her trembling fists, Louise glares at the face reflected in the glass. Not talented enough, not strong enough, not smart enough. She couldn't fight hard enough and needed master Cynric to save her, she couldn't heal him and needed the commoners to do it. Weak. Failure. Shameful. Worthless. Zero. Maybe everyone was right about me.
"Please don't start crying on me, I hate crying children." Doctor Vahlen says, snapping her back to the situation at hand.
Wiping away the tears in her eyes, the pinkette shifts her glare to the scientist. "I'm not a child!" She says, stomping her foot petulantly when Vahlen merely raises a brow at her. "Anyway, I couldn't heal Master Cynric, so I left him in the care of your doctors."
"And do you know if they've diagnosed him?" At Louise's negative response, Vahlen redoubles her typing speed, a frown forming on her face as she reads the screen. "Radiation poisoning." She says in disbelief. "Did they even read the memo- no, of course not."
Louise watches in confusion as the doctor marches furiously toward the elevator.
"Commander? Yes, I thought I might inform you that I will be unavailable for a while. No. Just a demonstration on proper interrogation methods. Yes. Give Bradford my regards."
Shrugging, Louise looks back to the window before an Idea pops into her head. Opening the door, she approaches the nearest of center of the room and once she has everyone's attention she announces in a cheerful voice, "Hello, commoners, I am here to assist you in testing your new armor! You shall now do your best to defend yourselves while I attack you." Raising her hand to silence their stupid noises of shock and confusion, she continues, "I realize that you are hopelessly outmatched, but don't worry, I'll heal your broken and battered bodies when we're done."
Choose 2:
[] Stalk Cattleya invisibly and protect her virtue.
[] Must grow stronger! Absorb Quelaag's soul.
[] Spell research-
[] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[] Flame Cloak.
[] Flame Cloak.
[] Sneak into the command center.
[] Interlude:
[] Chosen Savior.
[] Inferno.
[] In the halls of God.
[] Inferno.
[] In the halls of God.
[] Write in.
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A/N: Louise perfected Grand Heal! All allies within 10Ft/3.048m are gradually healed of all Physical damage. X-com fails a social roll, Louise irritates aliens with her lack of psionic improvement, and Cynric is no longer being drained of magicka by the doctors.
- Location
- florida
Aliens infiltrate her mind but still can't make he do what they want. Funny.
Sadface*
Is this an Arceus interlude? Or did cheese wheel god kidnap Cynric conciousness?
[X] Spell research-
[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Flame Cloak.
Sadface*
Is this an Arceus interlude? Or did cheese wheel god kidnap Cynric conciousness?
[X] Spell research-
[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Flame Cloak.
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PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Neither and Uncle Sheo hasn't bothered to glance in your direction, though there was an RNG when you summoned the Golden Saint.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
Called it.
- Location
- US
[X] Must grow stronger! Absorb Quelaag's soul.
[X] Sneak into the command center.
With the mater in a coma, there has never been a better time to do something that might backfire. Since Louise is known to be impulsive, her actions with no oversight are incredibly deniable for when we wake up.
[X] Sneak into the command center.
With the mater in a coma, there has never been a better time to do something that might backfire. Since Louise is known to be impulsive, her actions with no oversight are incredibly deniable for when we wake up.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Spell research-
[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Flame Cloak.
[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Flame Cloak.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] Interlude:
-[X] Chosen Savior.
Rayquaza?
-[X] Chosen Savior.
Rayquaza?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Nope. A human female.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Why must you deny my divine ragebeast pov? ;-;
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Because when the gingerbread man in shrek calls someone a monster, he's using me as a point of reference.
None of the interlude options are pokemon, none are in the X-com universe, one involves a daedric lord, two are in Halkeginia, one is in Dark Souls, the names are hints, no cheese is involved, your unbound dremora from before is still alive, familiar characters abound, not choosing them does not prevent them from happening.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] Interlude:
-[X] Inferno.
Seems like DS to me
-[X] Inferno.
Seems like DS to me
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Spell research
-[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Ever since this morning you've had a weird pressure in our head ask doctor Vahlen for some medicine and maybe a examination.
-[X] if she agrees ask if theirs anything on this world that could also help with growth you doubt they have anything but just in case it never hurts to check.
-[X] 'Why do Espinoza's rockets cause deeper damage than mine?'
[X] Ever since this morning you've had a weird pressure in our head ask doctor Vahlen for some medicine and maybe a examination.
-[X] if she agrees ask if theirs anything on this world that could also help with growth you doubt they have anything but just in case it never hurts to check.
Interlude: Chosen Savior
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"Well done, you are indeed worthy to serve as my champion. You have performed admirably and upheld your end of the bargain. A boon, I grant you, name your desire and I shall see it done." A voice calls out to a young woman as she stares down at dying manticore.
"Mother." Is her quiet answer as she leaves the forest glade, the scent of new death lingering in the air.
"Haha, a noble deed, to protect one's pack." The voice laughs, a phantom fox running through the air to drape itself over the girl's shoulders. It's voice shifts constantly between tones, both male and female as it wonders aloud, "Very well, mortal, it is done."
"Thank you." She nods, climbing onto the back of her familiar.
"For your next task, you must head to the land known as Albion and seek out she who is connected to nature. Aid her or end her, it matters not, but she must not fall into Dagon's hands." Soaring into the sky, the fox dissolves into starlight as the young woman flies off toward the floating island. "My hounds shall hunt at your side."
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Landing in the forest of South Gotha, the blue haired girl dismounts her familiar and signals for her to stay put. Gripping her staff tightly, she does her best to keep calm as her Elk-headed patron battles a four armed giant, tri-pointed spear clashing with demonic battleaxe. The two titans flatten swathes of forest with each step, a deflected slash of the axe decapitating a distant mountain, lakes of burning blood spilling with each thrust of the laughing hunter's spear. Swallowing nervously, she focuses on the task ahead; finding a lone woman in a forest full of hostile forces.
As if summoned by the thought, a demon-knight steps into her path with a menacing laugh. She stares into it's crimson eyes, watching for any sign of attack. It's cruel blade seems to glow in anticipation as it speaks in a guttural bass, "A brave face for such a young morsel, but I can taste your fear."
Without warning, the creature sprints toward her with a roar of challenge, causing her to use an shortened incantation to assist her backward leap. The blade sings as it passes beneath her feet and it's wielder lashes out with a powerful backhand to send her wildly off course. Her back slams into a tree, sending a spike of pain through her body, but she ignores it in favor of rolling. Narrowly avoiding a viscous stomp, she swings her staff to trip her assailant, chanting a spell to freeze his torso to the ground when he falls. A spike of ice finishes the creature off just in time for three of his comrades to arrive.
Bloodthirsty grins on their faces, the demons begin to circle her and jeer at they strike out, causing inconsequential, but painful wounds. Try as she might, she can't dodge them all and the few attacks she manages to get off are poorly aimed as she focuses on not getting hit. This continues until shallow cuts cover most of her limbs and her stamina begins to waver, her breathing shallow and sweat weakening her grip on the staff. With a smirk, she drops flat on the ground as her familiar answers her mental call. The dragon crushes two in a tackle, snapping up the third with her powerful jaws and shaking it until the body tears apart from it's armor's inertia.
A whirlwind erupts around the dragon as it rapidly takes on the form of a young woman. "Big sister!" The dragon-girl shouts in concern as she rushes to the bleeding girl's aid. Dusting herself off as she stands, Charlotte d'Orléans bops her familiar with the crook of her staff. "Mou! I just wanted to make sure big sister's OK!" She whines, rubbing her head.
"I'm fine." Charlotte answers, spotting a column of smoke rising from deeper in the forest. "Change back, you're vulnerable."
The dragon does as commanded and the two quickly arrive at the scene of a massacre. Tiny bodies lie scattered around the burning building. One heavily mutilated corpse is hung on the wall, though why the academy secretary was here, Charlotte had no idea. Still, no living person remained in the area, so her target was obviously somewhere else. The moons finally rise into the sky, followed by the echoing howls that signal her reinforcements' arrival. Sending Irukukũ up into the air, she used both of their senses to track whoever attacked this orphanage, finding a trail leading to the North. Toward where her patron, Lord Hircine was engaged in combat at some sort of sacrificial altar.
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A monotonous beeping noise draws you back to the world of the living. You slowly open your eyes to see a blank white ceiling. Moaning in discomfort as the harsh lights claw at your eyeballs, you rip the medical devices from your flesh with painful swiftness and follow that poor decision with some magical healing.
The beeping machine's screaming attracts the attention of the other person in the room. "Finally awake, are you?" Vahlen asks rhetorically. "Good. Your clothing is in the drawer beside your bed. Louise is practicing on the range with Miss Weston, Raymond is waiting for us in the foundry, and the Commander would like to speak with you when you feel up to it."
Choose 1:
[] Find your apprentice.
[] Head down to engineering with Vahlen, the rest can wait for now.
[] Meet with the Commander first.
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A/N: Tabitha's penchant for dangerous missions seems to have gotten her mixed up in a battle to decide which Daedric Prince gets to keep Halkeginia. Oops? In other news, studying how mundane explosives work has unlocked new research options for Louise.
Posted early today because there was a clear winner at the moment and I don't know if I'll have time later.
"Mother." Is her quiet answer as she leaves the forest glade, the scent of new death lingering in the air.
"Haha, a noble deed, to protect one's pack." The voice laughs, a phantom fox running through the air to drape itself over the girl's shoulders. It's voice shifts constantly between tones, both male and female as it wonders aloud, "Very well, mortal, it is done."
"Thank you." She nods, climbing onto the back of her familiar.
"For your next task, you must head to the land known as Albion and seek out she who is connected to nature. Aid her or end her, it matters not, but she must not fall into Dagon's hands." Soaring into the sky, the fox dissolves into starlight as the young woman flies off toward the floating island. "My hounds shall hunt at your side."
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Landing in the forest of South Gotha, the blue haired girl dismounts her familiar and signals for her to stay put. Gripping her staff tightly, she does her best to keep calm as her Elk-headed patron battles a four armed giant, tri-pointed spear clashing with demonic battleaxe. The two titans flatten swathes of forest with each step, a deflected slash of the axe decapitating a distant mountain, lakes of burning blood spilling with each thrust of the laughing hunter's spear. Swallowing nervously, she focuses on the task ahead; finding a lone woman in a forest full of hostile forces.
As if summoned by the thought, a demon-knight steps into her path with a menacing laugh. She stares into it's crimson eyes, watching for any sign of attack. It's cruel blade seems to glow in anticipation as it speaks in a guttural bass, "A brave face for such a young morsel, but I can taste your fear."
Without warning, the creature sprints toward her with a roar of challenge, causing her to use an shortened incantation to assist her backward leap. The blade sings as it passes beneath her feet and it's wielder lashes out with a powerful backhand to send her wildly off course. Her back slams into a tree, sending a spike of pain through her body, but she ignores it in favor of rolling. Narrowly avoiding a viscous stomp, she swings her staff to trip her assailant, chanting a spell to freeze his torso to the ground when he falls. A spike of ice finishes the creature off just in time for three of his comrades to arrive.
Bloodthirsty grins on their faces, the demons begin to circle her and jeer at they strike out, causing inconsequential, but painful wounds. Try as she might, she can't dodge them all and the few attacks she manages to get off are poorly aimed as she focuses on not getting hit. This continues until shallow cuts cover most of her limbs and her stamina begins to waver, her breathing shallow and sweat weakening her grip on the staff. With a smirk, she drops flat on the ground as her familiar answers her mental call. The dragon crushes two in a tackle, snapping up the third with her powerful jaws and shaking it until the body tears apart from it's armor's inertia.
A whirlwind erupts around the dragon as it rapidly takes on the form of a young woman. "Big sister!" The dragon-girl shouts in concern as she rushes to the bleeding girl's aid. Dusting herself off as she stands, Charlotte d'Orléans bops her familiar with the crook of her staff. "Mou! I just wanted to make sure big sister's OK!" She whines, rubbing her head.
"I'm fine." Charlotte answers, spotting a column of smoke rising from deeper in the forest. "Change back, you're vulnerable."
The dragon does as commanded and the two quickly arrive at the scene of a massacre. Tiny bodies lie scattered around the burning building. One heavily mutilated corpse is hung on the wall, though why the academy secretary was here, Charlotte had no idea. Still, no living person remained in the area, so her target was obviously somewhere else. The moons finally rise into the sky, followed by the echoing howls that signal her reinforcements' arrival. Sending Irukukũ up into the air, she used both of their senses to track whoever attacked this orphanage, finding a trail leading to the North. Toward where her patron, Lord Hircine was engaged in combat at some sort of sacrificial altar.
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A monotonous beeping noise draws you back to the world of the living. You slowly open your eyes to see a blank white ceiling. Moaning in discomfort as the harsh lights claw at your eyeballs, you rip the medical devices from your flesh with painful swiftness and follow that poor decision with some magical healing.
The beeping machine's screaming attracts the attention of the other person in the room. "Finally awake, are you?" Vahlen asks rhetorically. "Good. Your clothing is in the drawer beside your bed. Louise is practicing on the range with Miss Weston, Raymond is waiting for us in the foundry, and the Commander would like to speak with you when you feel up to it."
Choose 1:
[] Find your apprentice.
[] Head down to engineering with Vahlen, the rest can wait for now.
[] Meet with the Commander first.
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A/N: Tabitha's penchant for dangerous missions seems to have gotten her mixed up in a battle to decide which Daedric Prince gets to keep Halkeginia. Oops? In other news, studying how mundane explosives work has unlocked new research options for Louise.
Posted early today because there was a clear winner at the moment and I don't know if I'll have time later.
TwistedJester
Tired Lurker King
- Location
- Hell
Well Halkeginia's screwed. I don't really see how they can fend off armies back by their respective Daedric Princes.
[x] Find your apprentice.
[x] Find your apprentice.
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