quarim
Dragon Clan
Merchant*Qolat*Gaijin
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Post by quarim on Apr 17, 2012 15:46:22 GMT -5
Quarim was shocked. He expected the betrayal but not so soon. He studied the oni as it butchered his men. Due to one of his crystals he was cloaked from the spirits which wouldn't keep him safe forever but it would make the oni focus on others first.
He watched it move quicker then any normal man could. Slaughtering merchant after merchant. They were nothing to him. He needed to make sure he timed this correctly or all would be lost.
The oni worked towards him and Mitsuru. Mitsuru was saying something. Another merchant died right next to them. Then he acted the dagger at his side was drawn instantly and plunged into it's eye. It howled in pain and backhanded Quarim with enough force to break his nose. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth.
He looked up to see the oni break the dagger off in it's eye. It continued at scream in pain. But the pain put it into a bezerker frenzy that and Crab would be jealous of. Quarim cursed. The dagger was made of crystal, it was the only weapon he had that could hurt it. He had a few other blades hidden on him, some were even poisoned, but none would harm the beast now.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed Mitsuru's sleeve. COME! WE ARE DOOMED IF WE STAY HERE! RUN! JUST RUN!
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Isawa Mitsuru
Phoenix Clan
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Post by Isawa Mitsuru on Apr 18, 2012 11:04:53 GMT -5
Something was pulling on my sleeve. Furthermore it was talking. It’s very interesting the things you notice when you’re about to die. Kuwarimu’s accent came to the very forefront of my mind. His choice of words was very peculiar. It was not a natural way of proposing his plan. Wait. What exactly was he proposing? He wanted to… He wanted to go…somewhere. He wanted to…leave? He wanted to try and convince me to…
"JUST RUN!"
The pure silence broke around me. The grisly serenity of the massacre shattered and the sounds of the scene came crashing over me as if it were a wave on the ocean.
I flinched back into reality. I inhaled deeply and by the time I exhaled I was already tearing away from the situation. The entire action seemed entirely involuntary. The muscles and sinews of my legs moved themselves and pulled on my kimono, which seemed determined to stay where it was.
Everything became crystal clear. I could feel the rough hemp texture of this kimono bought on the road and the cold, wet, sticky blood soaking through the layers onto my abdomen and chest. Flecks of blood had already dried on my face. My hair bobbed up and down with each step, tied as it was into a loose tail. Each muscle flexed and contracted in perfect unison with its neighbors to twist and gyrate my own self away from the glistening black claws of the Oni. The cavern that we were in was covered in a light layer of slimy mold that made the taste of the air damp and unappealing. Dreary grey light washed through the entrance of the cave and cast longer and longer shadows farther into the natural shelter. I could even hear the deep-throated and harsh voices of the caravan men as they cried for mercy and help in their guttural native tongue. I knew even now that the crystal clear details of this moment would be forever iron cast upon my memory and would be my own private slice of hell.
With another inhalation I felt as if I was already halfway out of the cave and I hoped to the very presence of Lady Sun that I would be able to make the way to safety without further incident.
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Post by The Book Keeper on Apr 18, 2012 22:08:29 GMT -5
The Keeper saw Quarim stab Enigorl in the eye with that dagger. And had to go find a few people nearby that had their eyes intact and blood in them, “It’s going to take some work but I will just have to make Enigorl a new eye with a lot of human eyes.” The Keeper was going to need a spoon and a big bowl.
In the mean time it best be left to have the oni destroy all the people around it. But I could not help but see that little bird was just breaking down and completely locking up. Time to leave him a lasting reminder to show respeact to the people of the Spider clan. Grabing some blood from one of the reacently killed people I started pulling all the blood out of his body, and start shapeing it in to a bo of blood and gave it a touch of frost then sent it flying to the little bird “THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO RESPECT THE SHADOWLANDS”
Enigorl was pissed some little tiny human sneak attaked and stabed me in the eye. “THER WILL BE HELL TO PAY FOR THIS” and with that said he reached up and pulled the dagger from his eye and just ripped the rest of the damaged eye out. Twisting his head up and his left clawed hand to his head he brought froth a small bit of flame from his crown and seal the wound. The oni grabed the closest human to him and ripped him in half spraying blood out on the little humans who think that thay could best me.
(OOC. due to me reading some of the past c-box chat, i feel as if i have to address a few things. one the reason i picked the name Enigorl was its a name i could very well see fitting in a Cthulhu story (sorry im a H.P. Lovecraft fan). 2. im not 12 im 20 i just have spelling disorder kinda like dyslexea, and three i did not see that anagrammed. i realy did not. im sorry if i have confussed people with my plan but im trying to rp the Keeper as a person who has a very Jekyll and hide style. i have a plan it just might not make sense to everyone.)
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Isawa Mitsuru
Phoenix Clan
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Post by Isawa Mitsuru on Apr 19, 2012 13:32:04 GMT -5
KRAK!
A shock ran through my whole body as the blunt but still quite solid projectile connected directly with the back of my right shoulder. The force of the blow shoved my shoulder forward with that sickening crack which caused me to stagger and drop. The frozen liquid bo cracked on contact and large pieces of sharp blood came flying at me. Only by the grace of the fortunes had the brunt of the force been taken up with the initial throw so that the disparate sections of the staff pelted my clothing and then fell to the ground with a glass like clattering sound.
As I fell I tried to put out my arm to catch myself only to realize that it wouldn’t respond. I crumpled face first onto the ground with another crash against my forehead.
I rolled onto my back and looked over to see if my arm had been shorn off by the sheer speed of the bo. On the one hand, it was fortunate that there was still an arm there, while on the other it seemed to be a flopping lifeless excuse for an appendage.
I lay there in the cave surrounded by death and gore and scrolls. Scrolls! My spells had been sent flying out of their bag and scattered all around me. I sat up, faltering once from another bolt of pain from my shoulder and grabbed one of the rolls of paper. Immediately I felt a sense of clarity and understanding. I was going to survive this encounter.
By what many might consider sheer luck the scroll in my hand was one still clean and crisp for lack of use. I already knew which spell it was and flicked the scroll open to reveal the arcane calligraphy inside. I scanned along the thin squiggled lines and muttered the incantation under my breath.
"Shugendo. Kuuzawari."
I made a gesture with my left hand and let the completed spell reach out through the nothingness and grab its target: The Book Keeper.
If the spell connected as planned it would cause a stagger between his spirit and his body for just a single moment. But that moment would tear at his spiritual underpinnings and rip ever so slightly upon his pattern in the tapestry of reality. It would result in his physical form being damaged and it would leave his sense of self temporarily out of place. His moment of confusion might be just what we needed to flee his presence.
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quarim
Dragon Clan
Merchant*Qolat*Gaijin
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Post by quarim on Apr 20, 2012 12:00:20 GMT -5
Quarim had nearly escaped when Matsuru went down. While he had no problem letting the man die, he did need him. Without him he would likely be killed upon reaching the Wall.
He turned back around and saw Mitsuru casting a spell. He raced back towards him and saw the oni moving toward him as well. He would need to hold off the beast long enough for Mitsuru to get out. He drew two poisoned karambits and charged.
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Post by The Book Keeper on Apr 20, 2012 21:54:13 GMT -5
The Keeper saw the little bird read the inscriptions of one of his scrolls. At the moment he finished reading the words out load. The Keeper’s body froze in place and he saw everything around him, the tendrils of how everything was connected. The wired thing was when The Keeper looked at Quarim their seamed more to him compared to the other Gaijin. And just as fast it was over The Keeper was bent over throwing up the food he had to eat since this morning.
Enigorl saw the little bug that stabbed him in the eye rushing him with two more little knifes. Enigorl bent down and started chanting. “WITH THIS FLAME I DEVOTE TO THE DARKNESS, WITH THIS WIND I DEVOTE TO THE HATE, WITH THIS MAGIC I DEVOTE TO JIGOKU, AND WITH MY LIFE I DEVOTE TO FU LENG!!!” a twisting torrent of black flame sprung forth from Enigorl’s crown and started forming a circle around himself. Then the fire sprang forth and started rushing towards the charging human.
Enigorl noticed that his charge was suffering the after affects from some kind of spell that ended up making him throw up. After the Premier was set it was time to start another spell. “WITH FIRE AND EARTH RASIE THE BARS AND SAVE THE OUR BREATHREN.CAST THE KINDNESS AND EMBRACE THE HATE.” An encampment wall of earth and fire swiveled defensive in making sure that The Keeper was safe.
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Isawa Mitsuru
Phoenix Clan
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Post by Isawa Mitsuru on Apr 20, 2012 22:14:49 GMT -5
It worked! Oh rapturous joy. In my desperation I could only see the faintest pinpoint of hope that my feeble magic would affect anything that could summon forth so monstrous a beast.
I felt strangely much more relaxed. Even though I still was completely unable to feel my arm and warm blood was beginning to pour down my brow I felt a strange comfort that seemed to settle…everything. In fact, in the shock induced clarity of the moment I considered that I had felt such relief as soon as I had noticed the scrolls scattered about me.
I scrambled around trying to stuff the strewn about scrolls back into my front pack. As I was doing so I noticed the explosion of fire begin to surround the twisted mockery of life that was the oni. Only seconds thereafter I also noticed the Kuwarimu was charging headlong into the wall of flame.
I struggled to my feet which was much more difficult than I would have expected, inasmuch as I still had the one functional arm. Just as I straightened up, a shock of pain shot from the back of my right shoulder. I staggered again but this time managed to keep my footing.
Everything was still desperately bad. If Kuwarimu an I (or even one of us!) were able to escape this alive it would be a blessing from the Kami themselves.
Blessings!
I rifled through my pack to try and pull out another spell. I found it just in time with only the one arm and let it unroll from my hand and onto the ground.
"Shugendo. Nidai no Shukufuku!"
The characters on the scroll flashed with purple and white and then I released the spell upon Kuwarimu.
The effects of the spell were meant to be thiswise. A short skip in time would double over the perceptions of the target. Therefore the next time Kuwarimu was in immediate danger he would experience the moment twice and only one of the two repetitions would stand. This would give the target an uncanny ability to make a split second decision based on his second seeing of an attack. In theory it should have allowed him to dodge or deflect a single harmful action.
I could only hope that he would understand what he was seeing without being specifically informed of the effects ahead of time.
With that, I turned again I began to run at a reduced pace to the mouth of the cavern with only the thought of escape.
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quarim
Dragon Clan
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Post by quarim on Apr 21, 2012 0:57:58 GMT -5
Quarim ran headlong towards the oni. Then the fire began out of nowhere. He tried to stop but could not in time. The flames consumed him.
Then he was running again. The fires lit. He did not try to stop this time but dove into a roll. He grabbed his robe as it lit on fire and pulled it off as he rolled to his feet. He threw the burning cloth in the oni's face blinding it momentarily.
He rushed the demon and locked his legs around one of it's own and twisted. The result put the oni on it's back and Quarim on top of it. He plunged one of the karambits into the already damaged eye socket.
The oni screamed in pain and lashed out. Quarim flew several feet and hit the cave wall hard. His arm absorbed most of the impact. Quickly he got back to his feet and ran for the opening. He saw Mitsuru running ahead of him.
Most of the pain was pushed aside from his training and the adrenaline. But as he ran he noticed his arm did not swing. It was severely damaged. He let the pain sink in just a bit so he could tell where he was hurt...His chest. The oni had smacked his aside but the claws cut into his flesh.
Please do not let me be Tainted. My soul belongs to the Pharaoh! Not these demons. He prayed as he ran.
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Post by The Book Keeper on Apr 22, 2012 16:10:46 GMT -5
When The Keeper awoke to Enigorl keeping guarded over him, it appeared that the bird and Quarim got away, but both of them will have the scars to show for it. And but what Enigorl told me, I looks like one of them might even end up tainted. It would be nice to see what one comes back to the Shadowlands tainted.
It was now closer to the setting of the sun, most of the dead Gaijin, came back to life as zombies and they are following Enigorl and me to the City of The Lost but the wired thing was not all the dead body’s reanimated. I smell something that the Chuda will want.
After having the dead Gaijin gather up all the supplies and dead body’s our little expedition set for The City of The Lost. Most of the ride there, I ended up taking some of the eyes of the dead and a bowl and started working on a replacement eye for Enigorl. He was rather grumpy considering the fact that one of them somehow got past his flames. By the sounds of Enigorl’s mutterings on the ride back he was going to get some more combat experience with the next attack that happens.
Well after a day and a half we are within eye sight of home “Look on to everyone’s new home. Welcome to the City of The Lost, Home to the Spider Clan.”
OOC. If there’s anything you guys want me to change or fix up plz pm me, thanks guys this has been lots of fun.
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Isawa Mitsuru
Phoenix Clan
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Post by Isawa Mitsuru on Apr 22, 2012 18:13:32 GMT -5
The landscape was barren and bleak; all the more so because I really had no idea where I was. Lady Sun’s brilliance was obscured to a greyish wash of light by the atmosphere of this cursed place. I panted heavily from my short run and with each heaving inhalation I felt a renewed torture from my shoulder. I could feel my hand again but it still wouldn’t really respond to much more than small twitches or spasms. Clearly the Book Keeper had put enough force behind his projectile to break something.
I looked around at the sorry scrub and twisted little excuses for trees and heaved another painful sigh. I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know the best route out of the profane lands. I didn’t know how well I could travel with this wound.
Presently, Kuwarimu arrived and stopped his run as well. The two of us must have looked quite the sight. A young shugenja and a foreign merchant each covered with blood as if we had been embroiled in a great war. How shamed I was that I could do almost nothing except run from the scene of horror. I had always hoped that if I were ever called upon to test my mettle I could prove the nobility of my samurai heritage and rise to any occasion. How vain I had been in this regard. The thought left a bad taste in my mouth; even more so than the already rotting flavor of the Shadowlands air.
I gingerly removed my coat, wincing once or twice at the stabbing pain in my arm, and began trying to improvise a sling. Only being able to use one hand easily doubled the difficulty of the already unfamiliar task. In total I felt particularly like a little child who had been allowed to play pretend in the world of real men and now I was paying the price for not being careful enough while playing around fire.
I turned to Kuwarimu and, hoping he had a wealth of travel experience that I would never be able to attain, asked, "So what do we do now?"
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