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Post by relentless on Feb 4, 2018 9:43:06 GMT -8
Braund flexed his palm slowly, watching the brand dissipate along with the pain in a more peaceful manner. He turned his palm from left to right, rubbing the interior of his palm before looking toward the group that had walked away. He watched with curious intent, and he couldn't help but smile, and handle his brass barbute as he stood upward. Taking off his helm, he held it underneath his armpit, staring toward the group with the smile prominent, and human. Raising his right arm, he waved them goodbye.
"Safe travels, adventurers! Stick to the right most path! Only then will you be free from conflict!"
Braund hollered toward them with a sense of human joviality prominent in his tone, his arm falling before he looked down at his blade, and a momentary grimace formed on his face before he looked to his helmet. His facial expression resembled that of vile disgust, wanting to throw it away. But sadly, he could not. Or else it would be his undoing.
Soon after, he took his helm, and slipped it back on reluctantly before taking hold of his blade, dragging it across moss and dirt toward the exit of the gate. With a tap of his foot, the waist sized gate would open, and without looking back...
Braund was gone beyond the brush of the weald, venturing east past the hamlet.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 5, 2018 16:15:08 GMT -8
/Dominic/
Chest heaving, sword still braced in both his hands; his eyes blinked as the flaming crescendo came to an end, his crown of fire roared, beating in the air, though it slowly subsided as combat seemed to wan as quickly as it came. The Darkslayer nodded, and the flame atop his helm wavered.
"And so I welcome you to The Light, fiend." He murmured a half-prayer before taking a knee, letting one hand go to sweep away the ashen remains of the gargoyle; stone chunks slid away, and he found one horn amidst the rubble. The most apparent piece of the living statue, which he slid into his belt with an affirming grunt before rising.
His helm looked about to his comrades, then to the departing Braund with a nod and saluted the monsterous man in his tabard of skins and skully decor with his sword raised high.
"And to you, Braund. Farewell. The Light forgives, the Light does not forget."
Dominic's sword came back, and rested at his side, as he turned away and beckoned Mallilie and Aria to follow. Noting Grom's presumed departure with a nod.
"Come! We've a path home to trek still... Grom; your wound, can you make it?" He asked the man as he caught up to the wounded comrade and made to set a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by rumsztyk on Feb 8, 2018 6:10:43 GMT -8
When the cold steel of Dominic's gauntlet touched Grom, the man flinched slightly and rolled his shoulder. "It's... nothing." He hissed through the clenched teeth, shaking his head weakly.
Given the red stain on his overcoat, surrounding his clutching palm, it seemed to be a lie. After a few steps, filled with hissing and grunting, Grom seemed to finally give in. He sat on the ground, leaning against the rubble, allowing himself the momentary weakness. Blue eyes stared upwards at Dominic, his chest pumping. He said nothing.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Feb 8, 2018 7:22:52 GMT -8
Aria simply stood there slack jawed, Dominic had just destroyed a creature of pure stone in the most destructive and amazing way possible. It was unbelievable, Dominic didn't seem human at the moment, instead the knight looked like a holy savior sent from the heavens. If healing her arm didn't make her believe in faith, this sure as hell did.
"Dominic, that was....that was......breathtaking. For once I'm grateful for you destroying stone!" She said, a giant smile on her face as this mission reassuringly had a good ending. But now there was the topic of Grom, wounded, no doubt he would need to be patched up before they left but she assumed it would be alright.
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Post by black379 on Feb 20, 2018 18:53:20 GMT -8
Mallilie was anxious, in disbelief that their task was finished. The last moments had been hectic and she anticipated more obstacles to come. Yet Dominic seemed capable to carry the lot of them back to safety all on his own - for now, he seemed to be safety. Her nerves were soothed near the crusader.
The woman approached Grom, and once again, offered a roll of gauze to staunch a grisly wound. Her attempts paled in comparison to what Dominic could do, but she was eager to make up for what she had done to Aria, and so she offered all the same.
Her green eyes flitted up to Dominic, expecting him to interrupt her and perform his own faith-healing on their companion.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 22, 2018 13:40:20 GMT -8
/Dominic/
With a nod, he did seem rather ready to proceed with another incantation; though he paused as he heard Mallilie's footsteps. His helm looked over, slowly and he hummed. Shifting on his knelt position, he scooted away and made room for the Musketeer, offering a grunt of approval.
"The Light has cast upon us many miracles; we should not ask of it if we do not need."
His words were somber, sad, as he shrugged though he bowed his head as if in prayer.
Then, he chuckled, shaking his head as he drummed his fingers on the blade of his sword.
"I'm sure our Little Thunder will prove to be a good Angel in this time."
Still, he kept his head bowed and 'ahh'd in contemplation,
"We just need to stabilize him, Mallilie. Good luck."
With that, he fell silent, like a crouched statue; his breathing beginning to fall to a more calm pace...
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Post by black379 on Feb 26, 2018 13:57:16 GMT -8
She paused for just a moment. Mallilie knew that Dominic would do a better job of healing the man's wound. But she wasn't about to contradict him either. In fact, she was grateful for his faith in her. The huntress quickly set about patching up Grom's injury.
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Post by rumsztyk on Mar 4, 2018 8:51:23 GMT -8
Saving whatever dignity he had left, Grom grit his teeth and kept silent. Maybe it was for the better - his innate skepticism towards what had happened would not be disturbed further.
He was still in immense pain, but the bleeding was staunched. Slowly, groaning quietly, he got up, ready to return.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Mar 4, 2018 11:20:52 GMT -8
With the group patched up to everyone’s best ability, with the path open and free for them to travel, with Braund letting them go and turning his back on a deal, the mission is finally over. The group would make their way back to the small town of Hamlet with little trouble, for Braund was right in the fact it would be the safest path, but still the longest one, they would arrive on the old road as the sun reached peak overhead, and a bit past noon once they reached the Hamlet. To achieve their pay of 450 gold pieces, one would have to go to the Heir to report their extermination of the infested ruins, collecting all gold and distributing it unless of course all 4 went to the Heir together. In terms of resolve for those who care, all will find themselves to lvl 1, and halfway to lvl 2. This marks the end of a journey, and a valuable experience, hoping to all participating to have learned how to fight and face some of the few horrors plaguing this estate. Thank you all, and happy typing! ——————————————————
// In the mirror room...//
There it was, in an empty room, all alone, the red gem, the crystal that had melted into Braund’s palm had regenerated itself in the center of the room as the deal had been broken. It would shudder, and shake, as liquid that had once flooded the room seeped out of the red crystal, not as violent, as fast, nor as much. It lifted the gem upward as it was moving and molding itself with stored magic, directed by the gem itself, forming a shell, forming a body to enact one goal, revenge.
Thanks to Braund and Dominic it had the genetic material to replicate a combined human form. Soon it would finish, standing at 8ft tall, It’s body as hard as stone, with a weapon formed as an executioners sword, silver and strong as the toughest metal encountered on earth. A head with no face, just a hood covering it giving off the impression of soulless black eyes with the cloths black eyeholes. It clenched it’s free hand, open, and closed, getting a feel of moving in this new form. It turned towards the exit, then stepped forward, and again, leaving the ruins of the forgotten and now cleared out building and find its target, Dominic.
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