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Post by Vicorva on Sept 2, 2008 22:38:59 GMT
'He feel fear. I no fear you'... Semira repeated in her mind, tired though she was, the gears were still turning. What did he mean? Why did he say it? Was it just a battle cry, or something more?
One thing was for sure, this place wasn't safe. Her claws itched to be dug into the watery-demons face, for causing such terror, but now was not the time and Perur would need help.
She limped off after the assassin, determination lending her speed even as fear lent Perur his. She caught up with him, panting heavily, and gripping his elbow to support him despite her own fatigue. "He said look for a home of floating trees. I know you may not be in a fit state, so I'll guide you." Her voice was growly and wild, like an animal, in the face of her exhaustion but she pressed on, looking all around. "A lake, maybe..."
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 3, 2008 16:30:00 GMT
Perur barely registered that Semira approached, focused on getting away from the water demon at all costs. His wounded side burned with an intense pain, but in his state, Perur wasn't even noticing the spears of agony or the blood that was beginning to run freely again. He simply knew that there was something going to KILL him, in the most horrible of ways possible, and he had to get away from it before it did.
Thus, he very nearly swung around and struck Semira when she suddenly set her hand against his shoulder, thinking that he was going to end up getting drowned. The water demon, despite his struggling, had caught him!
When he saw the bejewelled Dunmer, however, he relaxed, however slightly, and allowed her to aid him in his flight. Until she mentioned that they were actually looking for floating trees, even going so far as to suggest that they pay a visit to a lake of some kind to look for the little home that the wild man had mentioned.
"NO LAKES!" Perur cried, perhaps a bit more speedily and loudly than was necessary, but at the moment he didn't want to be anywhere NEAR water. Hell, someone could approach him in the middle of the desert with a pitcher of water right now and would probably send the frightened assassin running and screaming, wound or no wound. His heart was racing against his chest, feeling like it would explode at any moment, the tight grip of fear clenching its ruthless hand around it...
He shook his head, looking around wildly. "He said look in the trees. Look in the trees. The floating tree must be driftwood, he referred to the driftwood earlier as floating tree." He pointed out, desperate for that solution to be the right one. If he had to go and climb out into a lake, then he was going to simply sit on the edge of the lake like it was a day at the beach. No way was he going out into the water again...
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 3, 2008 19:46:47 GMT
Semira only gripped him more tightly as he started to freak out. "Relax, it's not like I'd push you in..." she growled, and then remembered with a pang of guilt that she'd done just that when they were abandoning ship.
"We'll avoid any water-mass, Perur, I'm sorry. I find it hard to relate to your fear..." she explained tiredly. They moved on and surely enough they found what the wildman had been talking about.
The bow of a ship was high up in a tree, bits of driftwood and planks of wood nailed and roped together to make it into a proper building. It was so high up it practically rested on the forest canopy, and wrapped around the trunk of a massive tree as well, it looked fairly stable, although Semira did not savour the idea of going up there.
"Well..." she breathed, craning her neck to look up at it. "I guess we found the floating house..." But how would they get up? She hobbled closer, releasing Perur and looked around. Sure enough, she found a place where her footsteps were loud and echoing: there was wood beneath her feet. Clearing away the leaves from it, she found it to be a rudimentary rope and pulley system, the ropes almost completely camoflaged to look like vines or moss against the great tree.
"Perur?" she enquired, looking over to the assassin. "I guess we go up." She took a position at the side, ready to haul them up. THere was no real mechanics to it, one just had to use their strength to haul themselves up by tugginh on the ropes. And using her nearly completely depleted strength to haul up both of them was neither appealing nor easy work. But Perur was clearly too traumatised and she wouldn't leave him down there to face his fears.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 3, 2008 19:53:19 GMT
OOC: Since you guys are starting to encounter them more, allow me to say that these are to be dubbed Elementals for now. Their true names, and how to defeat them, will come later. They are powerful, they WILL kill you if you let them, and there is currently no way for any of your characters to fight them and kill them. As the rp progresses you will learn about the Elementals, and how to tangle with them, but right now only the Wild Man can kill them. Any attacks you make will go through them like iron blades through ghosts.
IC: Wild Man The spear pierced into the pillar of rushing water just below the female figure's bust, and in response she reared back and roared in pain, head morphing into a dragonic form. It was like the roar of the Kraken, only not as loud.
A single tail of water rose from the creek, the flow diminishing to a mere trickle over the stones as all the water was being gathered into her form. That tail lashed out and sought the man, but the Imperial ducked low under it and moved forward, his stone axe in one hand as he chopped forward, the stone edge slicing into the tail.
The demon screamed again, lunging forward and seeking to consume him, but the man rolled away a moment before it, and the dragonic head splashed on the ground. The water quickly returned to the demoness, however, and she rose on her serpentine tail before it moved forward and became a single wave of water, smashing into the rugged Imperial and picking him up like a doll. He was slammed and battered into trees as the wave subsided, and groaned.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 3, 2008 23:46:59 GMT
Perur looked up at the bow of the ship that was nestled in the trees above them as though it were something sent from the Heavens themselves, straight from the Divines. It was his salvation at the least, a place where he could keep himself from the creatures that seemed to infest this place, from the elementals, from the water, living, trying to hunt him...
Quickly, he licked his lips with a tongue that seemed equally dry, clenching and unclenching his fingers to test his grip. The last thing that he wanted to do was end up toppling out of the rope and pulley and adding more injuries onto himself. "Up... Yes, up out of this blasted forest..." He said quietly, half stepping, half limping onto the small wooden partition that would raise them from the ground.
He took up a position opposite Semira, looking up at the vine-camouflaged rope. It was a rather simple system indeed, though it could be quite complex when the occupants were tired. Lots of upper body strength, that was for sure.
He licked his lips again, before reaching up, grasping the rope tightly. He nearly swooned and toppled over from having to support all his weight again, but he would live. The important thing was, he needed to get to somewhere safe, somewhere that that living water couldn't reach him, an area where he could collect himself. "I'll help as best I can." Perur assured Semira, relaxing and tightening his grip a few times experimentally. He could hold a sword, so he could hold a rope too...
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Post by RavenVW on Sept 4, 2008 21:50:54 GMT
Valkien wasn't going to deny it to himself, he was scared. There was something about this place that unnerved him, the silence and tranquillity of it all, although he had realised how closed he had been becoming, he now wished for the comfort of other people around him, just to hear their voices. Not this. This was too much.
With other direction to go he headed forward into the gorge, making sure now to be quiet. His previous speech had disturbed the rocks, he didn't want to cause a rock slide here.
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Post by Vrek on Sept 7, 2008 6:49:15 GMT
Jacin dashed a few more steps, only mere seconds away from the cover of the foliage. He pushed through, his arms flailing away at some ferns and shrubs blocking his path. He slowed for moment to look back at the man made of sand. That single moment cost him. It happened quickly.
The miniature tornado rushed past Jacin. It wasn't strong enough to pull him off the ground, but it had enough force to push him into a tree. The breath was knocked from his lugs by the force of the hit, and it was accompanied by a sharp pain in his ribs, and a dull one on his temple.
Gasping for breath, Jacin stumbled further into the foliage, barely keeping his head up. It could have been five seconds, it could have been an hour, but for however long, all Jacin knew was the ground moving beneath drunken feet, and desperate gasping. And it was all fading. The sound quieting, the ground darkening. In a moment of clarity, the Bosmer reached up and touched the side of his head. It was covered in fresh blood. And he was tired. Needed to rest, just a little rest. He was on the ground. A little nap wouldn't hurt. Jacin closed his eyes.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 9, 2008 21:55:18 GMT
Jacin Once the Bosmer had reached the jungles, the sandman stopped heading towards him. It remained standing there, the miniature tornado dissipating.
If Jacin was there, he would have seen several small bushes and even young saplings move and shift, uplifting their roots and shambling forward half a foot, before digging their roots into the sand. The sand figure took on an angered posture at this, and sank into the beach.
Valkien The gorge was tall and long, spanning to his left and right. The left seemed to curve away in the distance, sloping upwards to hills. The right seemed to lead to level ground, however, dipping downward into a jungle
And in the center of it all, right in front of him, was the rising slope of a volcano. It rose gradually here, enough that one could climb with some slight difficulty. But it seemed to lean slightly towards the forest, growing steeper.
More rocks shifted in the distance.
Wildman The water began to recede around him as he regained consciousness, but only because it was gathering beneath the Elemental to reform her. She stood tall now on the stream of water and snarled down at him. Notably, the spear was still jutting from her stomach.
The wild man rose sloppily from the ground, and beat his chest with one hand, as if inviting her to come get him. She responded by turning her head once more into a great serpent's, and lunging at him.
The wild man remained unflinching until she was almost upon him, and with startling dexterity removed his axe from his belt and swung upwards. The stone bit into her watery upper jaw as she was about to swallow, the cold liquid spilling out onto the man and flushing him from her mouth.
She began to squirm and flail about in the air, as if loosing her sustenance, water rushing out of her all over the place. It all moved rapidly to the creek to replenish it, leaving his spear behind.
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 22, 2008 9:47:12 GMT
Semira nodded at Perur, and began to heave, muscles straining, as she pulled them up. she wondered that some easier method had not been created. But I suppose he would want to make it hard for any creatures to get up... she reasoned.
She wished she had the strength to cast a spell, but her magicka was completely depleted at the moment. It seemed she'd have to use what was left of her strength.
It was hard work pulling them up over such a long distance, but it seemed much longer than it actually took. Eventually, they finally reached the top. Swaying, Semira swung the platform so that it landed on the deck, and then stepped off. When Perur got off, she would kick it back down to earth, not really having the strength to lower it.
She swayed where she stood for a moment, before her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor. She looked around. There were piles of rubbish, strange herbs and trinkets, and various, hand-made spears, some not even completed, leaning against the wall. She sighed; safety.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 30, 2008 2:30:18 GMT
OOC: Should this be continued? Or can we safely call it a complete flop?
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Post by Vrek on Sept 30, 2008 3:02:24 GMT
OOC: Well, I'm still willing to continue it. Just want a bit more time to pass before my guy wakes up again.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 30, 2008 3:03:20 GMT
OOC: That's odd. I've been waiting for you guys. However, I'm willing to keep going, and if I've been waiting for no reason, I'll fix that with a post immediately.
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Post by Vicorva on Sept 30, 2008 13:06:29 GMT
OOC: I'd like it to keep going.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 30, 2008 16:38:53 GMT
Perur ignored Semira as she collapsed onto the floor completely, staggering half-dazedly into the room. The floorboards gave small, protesting creaks with each step that he took into the, apparently, hastily furnished little treehouse. But, this was all irrelevant, as his eyes were only for the small herbs that he spotted lying on a dingy little table a short distance into the room. That may be just what saves his life, and gets rid of the nasty wound on his hip... That got rid of BOTH their wounds.
Thus, he made his way over to that small table, before falling with a grunt of pain to his knees in front of it, gazing at the herbs in front of him. He wasn't an alchemist, he didn't know the names of the various plants, and what they would do... But, he knew that one of them had to help him somehow, he just had to ponder out which one it was. Raising a shaking hand, he moved his fingers delicately through the plants, bending a leaf here, prodding a stalk there... Curse it, how was he supposed to know what did what!?!
He let out a frustrated sigh, allowing himself to sink backwards. He was exhausted... He was wounded... And he had confronted fears today that still left him shaking inside... This was simply not a good day for him. Thus, he was going to simply recline on his back, stare at the ceiling above him, and hope that something good came of it...
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Post by FC4 on Sept 30, 2008 16:57:47 GMT
Wildman He huffed and tried to catch his breath as he moved over to where his spear and axe lay, left as the demonic water retreated back into the creek. As he bent down he winced, back aching, but retrieved his weapons just the same. Axe back where it belonged at his side, he began to wander the forest towards his home.
He didn't take long to reach it, considering he knew exactly where he was going, and looked up at the half a ship. What happened to the stern of the vessel was anyone's guess, but the sculptured head of the bow stuck proudly out of the forest canopy, as well as the splintered base of a mast. He looked down, noting the platform resting on the ground, and the mossy, vine-wrapped manila rope coiling about on the ground carelessly. He growled, looked up, and narrowed his eyes, then adjusted the position of the platform, before covering it with leaves.
He cradled his spear under his arm, and grabbed the rope, tying it around the shaft of the spear tightly. Once he was satisfied the wild man took a step back, brought his arm back, and threw.
The spear hit the bottom of the planks that comprised the upper deck of the ship, and it remained lodged there, right in front of the makeshift door framed by a variety of driftwood planks to give the lower decks a four-walled quality. If one paid attention they could hear the scraping of something against wood, as the wild man began to climb the tree like a squirrel.
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