[X] The Foundations
Whether we got +1 rep to a location in the Emerald Seas. We did not.
3: Liked- Members will be generally well disposed toward you and the organization may actively support you
"Are you certain about using yourself as bait?" Ling Qi asked, giving her companion a concerned look.
"Miss Ling, I am aware that my cultivation has fallen behind, that is why I suggest it, a predator is more likely to strike for a meal it believes it can swallow," he said. "You've decided then?"
"I don't think a capture now is worth risking damage, and… by these beasts' own words, there is an infestation."
In the shadows of the branches, Ling Qi dissolved herself entirely. Compared to her earlier efforts it was as easy as breathing, formless as a spring breeze, weightless as a shadow, in that moment, she ceased to be, and yet she could still see and hear. Gan Guangli landed atop a high boulder, perhaps or perhaps an ancient bone. It was white and chalky and rose high among the trees. It crunched under his boots raining pebbles, and Gan Guangli staggered, a wheeze of breath escaping his lips. Even his qi fluctuated wildly.
"A wise soldier knows deception is an invaluable tool, an enemy who sees what they wish to see rather than what is has already defeated themselves."
The voice in her mind was not Sixiang, but a deep, smooth masculine baritone.
"Yeah, yeah keep telling yourself its all about practicality you solar tightwad," Sixiang grumbled, even as colors spun themselves into bloodied wounds and skin flushed with exertion across Gan Guangli's body. "You have as much fun with this as we do."
"A well considered stratagem is hardly a lunatic whim," the voice that could only be Gan Guangli's. "But, then again, you are remarkably restrained."
"Ling Qi, you've ruined me. I'm getting compliments from a solar!" Sixiang complained.
She got her first look at the creature then. It had the vague silhouette of an eagle or condor, but only in vague terms, like something Biyu might squash together from a handful of clay and present as a 'bird'. It had no feathers, only slick, transparent flesh that had the texture of a maggot. It's wings were thus nothing more than misshapen membranes, shot through with twitching pulsing veins of wormy color. Shapes that might be bones or organs squirmed within its body distorted by the light passing through, but its transparent flesh darkened to a deep gray black where taloned feet emerged, more like sickle blades of bone than something that could be walked on. Worst was the beasts 'head' which was nothing more than a wedge like lump, lined with four pairs of beady eyes.
As the spirit dove, that head split apart into four sections, lined by crystalline teeth, exposing a black gullet full of glimmering rainbow color that seemed to have little too do with its physical form. The sound that erupted from that well of nauseating color could not be called a roar or a screech, but only a horrible, indefinable noise so high as to be at the very edge of hearing.
Ling Qi materialized above the beast, and the gale of her raised voice struck it like a hammer. The moist air froze in a spontaneous sheet of sleet. But it didn't fully reach the creature she could feel her qi unraveling around the creature, weakening the effect. But it did not effect the mist billowing out among the trees, constrained to only a small space, a cage and trap. Unlike her technique, the beasts strange aura did not repel her Mist very much.
But the beast was not helpless, even with parts of its ghastly flesh blackening with frostbite, it spun on her in defiance of its form, turning in the air as easily as she did, and Ling Qi felt her eyes sting as it closed the distance without moving, its four part jaws trying to snap shut around her head.
It closed on her, and bit through nothing more than air and motes of shadow, the image of a future that wasn't and the soft laugh of escaping air. Ling Qi sang wordless in response as she faded back into the mist, the cold and the shadows settling like a heavy cloak as she contracted the world down to only herself and her foe
Gan Guangli stood like a lighthouse in her mist, three meters tall and shrouded in golden light. His armor was pitted, much of his forearms bare and the flesh red and scoured, there were splotches of blood here and there where that light had scraped away skin and flesh. He wore a grimace, but Ling Qi thought that the six golden hands flaring behind his back, hefting similar chunks of stone beginning to glow with his qi were the more memorable part of the image.
She sang a song of marching glaciers as the beast fell under the burning stone, and the gale force of the wind sent it hurtling down all the harder.
It struck the ground with a boom, splintering the earth and felling trees, but it was not enough. The rock crumbling, disintegrating into a cloud of sickening dust, and its glistening form shot up. Ling Qi saw in the blur of motion, the beast inhaling, its chest and the strange organs within inflating, and the dust was drawn in. She saw flesh knit, and what passed for qi ignite, reserves refilling as it devoured a portion of what it had destroyed. It spun in midair, weaving past one stone and then a second. It dropped straight down to avoid the third, and Ling Qi was there in front of it, carried by the breeze.
A scythe like talon lashed out as the beasts limbs abruptly reversed, flesh tearing and squirming as its back became a front, and Ling Qi barely had the time to throw herself out of the way as a line of scouring unmaking light caught her across the flank, shearing unneringly past the images that fled in every other direction.
Dress-chan, noooo!!! Since she's pretty close to awakening, I hope this doesn't affect how her personality develops or anything like that.Ling Qi hissed in pain at the feeling of heat and impact, but it was nothing compared to the wail that went up in her head, mindless and bestial as the hems of her dress suddenly went wild snapping and flapping in winds that weren't there.
Ling Qi looked down in alarm, seeing the blackened threads curling back from the cut in her gown, wriggling threads trying and failing to knit back together
For the second time that day, Ling Qi sang a note of absolute silence, and only then did the movement stop.
"I am informed."
Ling Qi stiffened her head whipping around at the sudden voice, recognizing it as Shu Yue, but there was no one there.
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to assume it is something we can handle if no one says otherwise," she grumbled.
All things told, a very successful trip, in Ling Qi's mind. Though she wasn't looking forward to telling Renxiang that there was another infected tumor of alien qi in their land.
But, such was the life of a new baron.
Probably. It definitely wasn't just her, right?
Hou Zhuang's Gift 2 of 3: Bai Meizhen's father has given you a princely gift as far as intelligence goes. It is time to really delve into it and begin establishing the potential contacts he has given you. [Begins establishing provincial intelligence. Advances the Argent Disciple Trait by 2. 50% chance to give a named contact Characters: Sixiang]
Is it me or lately the dice are not with us?
Well, I just hope this roll goes well... I'm very curious about a new named character related to information/intelligence gathering...
I feel like people should wait and give others a chance to come forward with omake points before rolling? People r only supposed to volunteer their points after the vote closes right?Is it me or lately the dice are not with us?
Well, I just hope this roll goes well... I'm very curious about a new named character related to information/intelligence gathering...