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melodiesoflife2016-06-08 03:55 pm
shepherd_prince) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-06-08 03:55 pm
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Fly, You Fools!
WHO: Chrom, Ales, Aoi "Santa" Kurashiki, Alice Liddell, Open to Others
WHAT: Chrom leads an expedition to the Mythril Mines to fulfill the quest they were all assigned: to gather pure mythril ore and crystals. However, they dig too deep, and uncovera Balrog a corrupted Eidolon. Horrors!
WHEN: June 7th - June 9th
WHERE: Mythril Mines
NOTES: This is unmodded, so we're all free to write the events as we like. Take liberties with the Dark Titan as you please, so long as everything is cohesive.
Chrom was uncertain how deep the mines went, or how far they would have to go in order to reach decent mining locations. He'd never done this before, but that didn't mean he was unwilling. A blade forged of mythril was supposed to be one of the finest weapons a man could possess, if crafted correctly. As if he needed further incentive to fulfill his duties, this seemed to be icing on the cake. He was actually looking forward to the quest assigned to the small party.
After surveying the rest of the people assigned to this mission, Chrom had a feeling he was going to be doing the majority of the mining. Santa's muscle tone was...lithe. Alice was still a child. And Ales was quite small. Nonetheless, he wasn't about to disallow them a chance to participate as they wished, and he trusted that they'd all brought equipment suitable to their needs.
He had his own gear packed up and loaded onto his back, including a sleeping bag, food and water for five days, a pickaxe, a lantern with oil and a flint and steel, and chalk to mark their way should the tunnels prove to be troublesome to navigate.
"Everyone ready?" he said, tightening the strap of his pack before picking up his lantern. "Let us head inside, then."
WHAT: Chrom leads an expedition to the Mythril Mines to fulfill the quest they were all assigned: to gather pure mythril ore and crystals. However, they dig too deep, and uncover
WHEN: June 7th - June 9th
WHERE: Mythril Mines
NOTES: This is unmodded, so we're all free to write the events as we like. Take liberties with the Dark Titan as you please, so long as everything is cohesive.
Chrom was uncertain how deep the mines went, or how far they would have to go in order to reach decent mining locations. He'd never done this before, but that didn't mean he was unwilling. A blade forged of mythril was supposed to be one of the finest weapons a man could possess, if crafted correctly. As if he needed further incentive to fulfill his duties, this seemed to be icing on the cake. He was actually looking forward to the quest assigned to the small party.
After surveying the rest of the people assigned to this mission, Chrom had a feeling he was going to be doing the majority of the mining. Santa's muscle tone was...lithe. Alice was still a child. And Ales was quite small. Nonetheless, he wasn't about to disallow them a chance to participate as they wished, and he trusted that they'd all brought equipment suitable to their needs.
He had his own gear packed up and loaded onto his back, including a sleeping bag, food and water for five days, a pickaxe, a lantern with oil and a flint and steel, and chalk to mark their way should the tunnels prove to be troublesome to navigate.
"Everyone ready?" he said, tightening the strap of his pack before picking up his lantern. "Let us head inside, then."
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[Ales flips the pages to one with a spell he can case. As much as he hates using magical objects, he's been stuck with the Scholar class ever since he woke up in Crystallis nearly two years ago. It's an unfortunate side effect of being able to read every language and create crystals from monsters.]
Don't attack it unless it appears hostile. We don't need a misunderstanding to end with a dead guardian.
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[Rivulets of lake water sluice over his sinewy body as he rises, floating several feet above the water, and staring blankly down at the assembled trio of Heroes with burning eyes that are little more than sheets of sheer white. The most unusual thing about him, however, is the dark miasma that seems to crawl and swirl around him like a sickly fog. It clings to his bronzed flesh, trailing his movements just a beat too slow as if it were a procrastinating shadow.]
[Chrom tightens his focus. The being stares at them from beneath a heavy and beetled brow, lip peeling back in an open display of aggression.]
[Then it rockets for them, driving its fist firmly into the cave floor. Chrom is driven back to avoid the blow as great slabs of earth buckle and jut upward. Welp, Ales, it appears hostile. There's no way to avoid a fight now.]
HaaaaaaAAAAHHH!
[Chrom rushes him, his dusted white cloak billowing with his movements as he leaps high, slashing at the creature's shoulders with a flash of light from Falchion. Power Break certainly can't hurt to use early in the game, and he's going for it now.]
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He pulls out his hammer, going for the offensive route at the start. Since he can act quickly thanks to the Hast spell, he can work on buffing the others in case things go south. First off, he holds the hammer high into the air, lighting sparking out and striking the beast with Thor's Hammer.
Using magic directly was one thing, but calling upon an item already infused with magic was another. Ales is more comfortable with the latter, since it requires no internal spell nonsense to activate.]
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We're supposed to kill it, right?
['cause he's really hoping they don't have to capture like that weirdo at the Monster Arena is always trying to get them to do. He'd really like the scary muscle nightmare demon to be dead.]
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Bring it down and carry the day!
[His sword gleams brightly in the reflection of the cavern torch light as he attacks the enormous Eidolon. He's rewarded with a bare-fisted punch that sends Chrom sailing several yards.]
[Probably wise not to get too close. But without Chrom as a nearby handy target, he goes for the next closest, which is Santa. At least he's doing so at a slower pace.]
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Next was the monster. Santa can manage, so Ales prepares another long-range attack. This time, a Flare spell is aimed at the Eidolon's body.]
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You can carry the fucking day around in your basket full of crazy.[He mutters at Chrom. What a dumbass.]
And then the Titan turned them all to jam to punish them for their lack of teamwork
It's...ngh...earth-based.
[He struggles to his feet, one eye winced shut as blood trickles from a gash in his forehead.]
Do either of you have any wind magic?
[He's sheathing Falchion and digging back into the bag. Potions isn't the only thing it holds. It also contains Chrom's impressive assortment of element-aligned swords. It was the aspect he liked best about the job, as he could customize his weaponry on the fly if he didn't have any chance to prepare.]
[The sword's blade has a greenish glow, and when it moves, the air whistles. Chrom circles to the left, waiting for the Titan's attention to turn back toward the two spellcasters.]
[He rushes in from the side, driving his blade with a clean thrust into the Titan's ankle and jerking it out again. Then he's moving. He's already learned that staying still is a death trap, and as long as that Slow spell holds, he should be able to keep ahead of it.]
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Wind magic, wind magic, wind magic....he frantically searches his bag for a Teensie-sized book with just the thing. An Elemental Tome imbued with wind magic. He feels so dirty just holding this piece of magic, but if he doesn't want to die, he's going to have use it. Next time he goes out, he need someone that doesn't suddenly develop magical skills. Robots and guns all the way.]
Take this!
[A whirlwind forms at the Titan's feet, blowing up dirt and pushing back Chrom, if he doesn't back away soon enough.]
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[He splits from Ales. It's big enough and muscly enough to sweep its fists and hit both of them at once, so they need to stay spread out. At least, only one of them will get hit.]
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Stay back! Be ready to use Potions on either one of us.
[He unfastens the toy bag and lobs it underhand toward Santa. If he can't use any of his spells, then it's best at least one of them stays standing just in case things get really ugly. At the very least he can escape with the ore and crystals they mined.]
[Chrom lashes out with his sword, but as soon as Ales's magic whips up, he leaps back and digs the point of his blade into the ground to anchor him as he shields his face with the other arm. It's so sad that he's unable to see how magnificently his tattered white cape flutters behind him.]
[The moment he feels the weight of the material float back down to his shoulders, he uproots his sword and charges again. The Titan is ambling toward Ales, but Chrom is there to defend him, leaping upward and slashing it across the chest.]
You will keep your focus on me.
[The Titan obliges and flings Chrom across the cave again.]
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[Too close, too close, too close! Ales takes a step backwards, then another. His puny legs are too short to outrun the Titan, and all he manages to accomplish is trip over a depression in the cavern floor and fall flat onto his back.]
Oof! [He's not hurt, but his hat and wig fall off, revealing his bald head. Great. Insult to injury. What a fantastic day. The blue haired lord getting wacked away provides a bit of black comedy to balance it out.]
Again! Take this!
[From his spot on the floor, Ales takes advantage of the Titan beating up Chrom and uses the extra time to cast another Wind spell with Elemental Tome. This time, it's centered on his front, so if it's able to push it away, it won't go near Chrom and Santa. They need their fighters.]
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Doin' great, guys. [He calls out distractedly, not even bothering to look up from his work. He'll toss out potions if he hears any bones crack or bloodcurdling screams.]
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[Chrom picks himself up, aching from head to toe and bleeding from a small cut on his jaw, but he's not out of the fight just yet. He strikes the enormous Eidolon with another Power Break. He isn't sure if the effects stack or not, but he would very much like to not fly quite so far the next time he's struck. This dastard hits hard!]
[The wind spell slams into the Titan who grunts angrily as his loincloth flips up and]
[CENSORED.]
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Ales looks away from the crass display. Who cares is if costs him time, he's not letting his brain remember that.]
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[The wind-elemental sword practically sings as it bites through the air and slashes into the Eidolon, driving it further back. It looks like it's starting to tire, Titan's breathing becoming more labored, those gigantic shoulders heaving with each powerful air circulation.]
Hold your ground! The battle nears its end!
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[Ales isn't getting hurt, and that's all that matters to him. He's not going to make a repeat of that loincloth fiasco, and instead aims his next spell at the Titan's head.]
Why won't you give up already?!
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Head's up! [He lobs the bottle at the titan's feet. Small bombs can have a big enough impact if you place them right.]
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[It falls backward into the lake, and the water lurches up to rush over the cave floor, sloshing past their feet before receding.]
[Silence settles over the room.]
[Chrom drops to one knee, panting heavily for breath. It had been a tough fight for him, but they managed to survive it.]
Everyone all right?