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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 22, 2018 7:46:13 GMT -6
BERGEN (NPC)
With the shock settling, Bergen feels a pain on his shoulder – no mark, but an unpleasant soreness. This sensation is soon joined by a few additional bruises from the flailing feet of his wards, before Bergen gathers enough sense to push them a little further away, to a safer distance.
His eyes never leave the worm, but he does hear Alcippe take charge of the situation again. The second curse makes his eyes leave the Lindworm Golem briefly, to see a stranger coming straight at them.
Shit indeed.
They had to leave, and fast. Bergen took easily to accepting the commands of Alcippe, and lifted the two-headed one up higher. The strain made sweat pool on his brow, but he could rest later, now they just needed to get out and away from here as quickly as possible.
“I’ll handle this one, you take the Merchant”, he said curtly, heading out of the hole in the wall with the six legged beast tangling in the air. He wasn’t exactly sure if they even needed it, but depending on how Alcippe wished to spin her discussions when they were on less hostile ground, it couldn’t hurt to also have taken the Merchant’s associate.
He lifted them on his back, and held them with his teke, mostly to stop painful kicks and escape attempts, but having the load at least partially physical helped.
“We are getting out of here. I don’t suppose that guy is friendly either, so hang tight”, Bergen muttered to the twins, now sounding more worried than hostile or angry. One guy wasn’t an issue, but where there was one, there were usually more, and in a War Forged town, it would not be hard to rally even common farmhands against the Flanks.
After a few heavy steps, it became easier to move with the weight, and as quickly as he could, Bergen made the way towards the Trespasser, his head held low enough to make anyone jump out of the way of his horns – although one could argue the load he was carrying achieved the same goal.
Word count: 349
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 22, 2018 17:21:51 GMT -6
 Before Alcippe could respond, the world exploded.
A small quake underfoot was the only warning. A gold beast erupted out of the earth, roaring, pulling up floorboards and tearing down the front wall of the shop. Cracks and crashes exploded from the remains. Someone was screaming.
She couldn't move.
It was impossible to tell what was going on, and the seconds stretched on like a nightmare as she stood slack-jawed. Was the monster defending Killian or attaching him? Was this some dark magic summoned by Vidar?
A stranger flew out of the woods, past Goss and Alcippe, not concerned with their dealings apparently but shooting straight for the decimated building. Newt and Cricket were a blur, being held tight by Bergen, and she couldn't see Killian from where she stood. Not that she cared now.
Was she about to die?
“Grab them and move!”
Goss whirled on her hoof and booked it to the woods. Every stride felt like death. Alcippe would see her. Alcippe would come hunt her down. She ran.
And ran.
And ran.
And not until her lungs threatened to burn through her chest and her legs went numb and tears stung her eyes did she stop, her heaving shakes and sobs the only sound in the deep snow-powdered forest. // Goss for this chapter. 
WC 212
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 22, 2018 20:21:13 GMT -6
FARAJI
Bloody Flank Medic
Faraji leaped forward with her own dagger ready as Killian turned on Briar. She moved to shove Briar out of Killian's aim with her shoulder, if only to make sure the dagger didn't meet it's intended mark. Ears back, Faraji turned to Killian when the ground began to rumble in an eerily familiar way. Faraji looked across to Bergen, wondering if he guessed the same as her. The walls shook and dust fell from the roof and suddenly there was an explosion. Faraji ducked her head, shielding her eyes from the debrie as wood and stone flew across the room. The blast pushed her back a couple of steps and as soon as the dust began to settle she looked up.
Where the wall had once been was now gone and she could see right out into the woods. Alicppe was out the front, squaring off with the flighty unicorn but that was the least of their worries. A gold lindworm rose above them, it's ruby red eyes looking down at them all. Shit. The exchange was quick and Faraji looked across at Briar. "Help me with him," she nodded towards the merchant and reached out with her teke to grasp the pony, she was not as strong as Bergen and with Briar's help they would be able to contain the pegasus at least until they were a safe distance away from the lindworm....  ... Word Count: 234 Post 3 |
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 22, 2018 23:10:43 GMT -6
Newt and Cricket
Cricket's eyes only continued to widen in some sense of desperation, he was gritting his teeth now, and while none of the intruders seemed to take into account his beckoning of 'just leave us alone', they were quick to react to something the palomino mare yelled in command. In a moment, the pair's feet seemed to lift higher off the ground, Bergen's telepathic hold making the two stumble until they were quite literally being dragged out of the now crumbling building.
"Killian..!" Cricket started in both confusion, and now utter panic. His voice cracked with worry, going much higher than usual. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on.. but they needed help. They couldn't move against the massive stallion, not enough to get out of his grip at least, though Newt was still attempting to strike and bite at the red horse in moments they were able to force themself against his telekinesis, even though the effort seemed fruitless. Newt was panicking, though it would have been hard to tell in comparison to their already fiery reactions. "It's okay-- it's okay--" they gasped toward their brother in an attempt at reassurance, though it was particularly to themself. Their voice was shakey thanks to their quickened breath; nostrils flaring with their own blue eyes growing wide to mimic Cricket's. The statement wasn't reassuring.
Newt's body was quickly growing tired due to the constant thrashing, and by the time they'd been thrown onto Bergen's back and hauled onto the unfamiliar Trespasser, they'd succumbed to merely scraping at the stallion's withers with their teeth between gasps for air. An action they could merely hope would cause some pain.
The boys' ribs continued to fall and expand at a rapid rate. They weren't supposed to be a part of this, whatever it was that was happening, and they were frightened; this time, not merely because they'd miss curfew.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 22, 2018 23:25:52 GMT -6
DanteDante had been standing in the small group, gazing directly at the door to the small building. There had to be more they could do than simply wait. But, there were a lot of horses that had entered. There was no feasible way for him to take down all of them, even if the other two mercenaries decided to join in, which he was doubtful of.
Just as Dante was pondering his next move, the front wall of the building was ripped open. A very large golem stood there and there seemed to be chaos all about. The Bloody Flanks mentioned leaving, so maybe this was his chance. He could swoop in and take Killian, this time with help, as the grullo had suggested. Dante took in a deep breath. He took a step closer just as the thing seemed to move in even the slightest motion. "Nope. Not worth it. I am not going up against that thing for a damned trader, or whatever the hell that pony is. Good luck getting that bounty, my good sirs." Dante removed his teke from his sword, spun on his haunches, and sprinted out of there. No reason to stay in that mess, for any reason.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 23, 2018 1:24:18 GMT -6
 ALET
"You should have killed me when you had the chance..."
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Dante was retreating! The sound of the coward made his teeth grind together as he dug his heels into the dirt and made sure to kick more than a few rocks in the cowards direction, this would be the last time he would allow that Mercenary anywhere near him. How dare he back down, leaving him to the wolves so to speak. Flaring his nostrils Alet kept up his pace, unwavered by his 'back up' retreating and barreled down upon the Flanks and Killian. He'd faced worse odds before in Aodh, and there he had been restrained with a slave bridle...here he was free to do as he wished with his enemies. Pulling his War Hammer back, readying a long horizontal swing aimed at the two remaining around his prize, trying to wrestle the pegasus into their grasp in order to make a speedy retreat. His eyes fell upon who he assumed to be their leader and reaching out with his Pain Infliction blessing Alet targeted the mare who was giving out the commands and cranked up the pain to an 8, aiming to radiate the pain throughout her entire body. He would save the 10 for when he was closer or had Killian in his grasp and needed a distraction to escape. Practically flying down the path Alet's violet eyes fell back upon his prize, zeroing in on the pegasus and swung his hammer, letting all of his strength flow into the blow he was trying to connect with both Flanks around Killian.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 23, 2018 2:00:47 GMT -6
alcippe
the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell
the devil, already he knows me too well
Alcippe could hear the unicorn fleeing and it annoyed her but she shoved the thought aside. Things were moving too fast for her to waste time on the hope of a hope. Astrid was dead and they all had to move on, whether or not they wanted to. She whirled to find Faraji struggling with the unwieldy pony as Bergen bundled the twins on board. The sudden assailant swung a warhammer at the medic and the pony.
She regretted Bergen’s brash decision to break a wing.
“KILLIAN, if you want to live get your tiny ass on boa--” her voice cut off in a shriek. Pain shredded through her body as agony twisted in her mind. This...she could hardly think. This...this wasn’t the work of that lindworm. This...oh, Alya. This...fuck everything...this was that newcomer.
She struggled to lift her head, screaming in his direction, the sound waves rushing from her throat with all the force of her rage and pain and power behind them. She couldn’t wait to see if it hit, she just forced herself to keep moving. Stumbling up onto the deck of the Trespasser, she was relieved to see the pony aboard.
“Move,” she commanded. As the sails filled, she closed her eyes.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 29, 2018 18:18:41 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Alcippe, Faraji, Killian, Newt, Cricket, Alet, Dante, Goss, and Denver for playing Bergen |
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