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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 19:04:27 GMT -5
"Right," Danya said, a slightly unnerved expression on her face as she pressed her hand to Ami's, then took the vial and drank. "How long do I have?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:09:00 GMT -5
His answer drowns out. "I forgot to say don't be standing!" He catches her as she falls, then binds their hands together.
Danya looks around to see Faeron, standing in a field of flowers. "Anyway...I can't touch anything in Amelia's mind, but I can talk. Don't die!" All around Danya are the high mountains and green valleys of Runestone.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 19:18:06 GMT -5
Danya nodded her understanding before looking about. "Well this is pretty," She grumbled, beginning to walk across the green valley, keeping her eyes out for any threats. "What do I do for weapons?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:21:14 GMT -5
"Think of them. None of this is real, except in your mind. And hers. You can't throw anything or use bows or such, and melee weapons will look...odd. You can only affect your perception of yourself. Once it leaves your body, it's no longer yours." He has a pair of black dragon wings.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 19:22:32 GMT -5
"Hm," Danya grunts looking at her hands and turning them into long blades. "Better." She continued across the valley. "So what will the madness look like? Will it take a particular shape?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:25:24 GMT -5
"I don't know her, but if she knew my brother...it won't be pretty. This is her sane mind, where she thinks she's a little girl playing with her father and brothers...if she has any...or sisters..whatever. But keep a sharp lookout." They see a waterfall near the castle, though Danya is fairly sure Runestone's waterfall is below the castle rather than above it like here.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 19:27:16 GMT -5
"Best take a look over there," Danya said, nodding at the waterfall. "That isn't how it's supposed to be." She held her blade hands in a defensive position before advancing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 11:39:28 GMT -5
She crosses under the waterfall, which naturally doesn't make her wet, and Faeron looks about curiously. A large reddish stalagmite is jutting from the ground, at a strange angle. It is pointed right at them, and forked at the end. "I think this is a maw."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 12:08:57 GMT -5
"Should I hack it off?" Danya asked, approaching the stalagmite wearily, one of her dagger hands tilted forward. "It looks dangerous."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 12:15:32 GMT -5
"You can try..." Faeron looks around. "But they might have a problem with it." Although Danya never met him, the man on their right must be Lucas Saltcliffe, the man on the left Clarence Blackwall. They have swords drawn, and Clarence is naked. "I don't think I want to know this story."
Lucas Saltcliffe grins. "Hello, lovely."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 12:25:18 GMT -5
"We'll just have to get rid of these two first," Danya said, facing the two men. "Nice ball, Blackwall," She said, observing the naked man. "I've got to give Ami one thing; she's got a powerful knee."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 12:27:57 GMT -5
Apparently this dream is Clarence immediately after being in bed with Amelia; sweaty and slick, an odd grin on his face. Faeron notes. "This isn't them; it's her projection of them." The two raise their blades and close on her. "Remember...here, you're as strong as you can imagine yourself!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 12:33:12 GMT -5
Danya nodded, closed her eyes. She imagine a wolf, running through the forest, its powerful frame lunging at its prey, teeth ripping ferociously into flesh. She pictured herself having that power, felt her body stiffen with tension.
She opened her eyes again, raised her weaponized hands and rushed at the two men, blades swinging.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 12:39:34 GMT -5
Danya: 110 Daggers
Clarence Blackwall: NPC Sword Limpy: NPC Sword
Round 1:
Danya: 187 Clarence: 185 Limpy: 121
Danya is so fast it feels effortless, and Saltcliffe has nothing on her unconscious speed. She sails through the air, dodging strikes that should be killing her with ease, and they're on the ceiling, upside down, hacking and slashing. She scores a great hit on Lucas that leaves him cursing in Amelia's voice.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 12:44:22 GMT -5
Round 2:
Danya: 167 Clarence: 172 Limpy: 81
Danya and Clarence both turn on Lucas Saltcliffe, and he screams in her voice as he's cut down.
Clarence turns to Danya and smiles. "I told you we'd kill him, Ami." Faeron shakes his head.
"This might be worse than I'd thought..."
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