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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 15:11:09 GMT -5
(Real post now)
Amelia slides from the table and grunts, before looking around for something flammable. If she could light a fire she could use that to make her magic more powerful against the... thing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 15:15:28 GMT -5
As the next stage of te fight begins, a small vial pops on the oak table Amelia just got off of. A green flame eruptsd from it as shadows descend. The shadows flit about the demon's face until its long tongue rips them up. The wildfire burns, broiling hot, swiftly starting to consume dead flesh and oak.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 15:24:35 GMT -5
Amelia was glad that she'd moved when she had, otherwise she would be ashes by now. But this fire should be enough, a fire that could almost not go out.
Amelia focused again, her mind picturing the wildfire, grasping the energy, shaping it into another ball of fire. She aimed for the demon's face and attempted to fire a small but horrifically hot ball of fire at it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 15:59:49 GMT -5
Elias falls back as the green flames encircle it. Scorched hair is smelled, the scent assaulting the group's nostrils with its pervasive stink. From the hole above, crossbow bolts rain down every few seconds. The group can try to see if they can finish the beast off or run like hell. From Malryas's chamber a sort of ripping sound can be heard.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 16:03:49 GMT -5
When she heard the ripping noise Amelia turned to the others. "Gods... Malryas!" Instead of focusing on Elias she used the wildfire to attempt to set fire to the whole fucking room Malryas was in. "Don't go in there!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 16:24:25 GMT -5
Elias crumples over, and a steaming hiss come from his head. As he does, the ripping sound stops. A red light begins glowing from the chamber where Malryas Bolton is. Shadowy fingers spread along the walls, picking up the swords and spears of the fallen. Supernatural dread clutches at the group's heart, and Larry the guard can't help himself, breaking and sprinting as fast as he can.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 16:25:55 GMT -5
Amelia continues to try and set fire to everything in the Malryas room. Benjen backs off quickly, his eyes on the room. "We need to get out now!!!"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 1, 2015 16:31:12 GMT -5
Jaymes took a few steps backwards upon seeing the unearthly red glow, and the shadows. He'd heard the Royce girl shouting, but wasn't exactly sure what about. All he heard was the blood rushing in his ears. After the briefest of moments, he turned around and made his way towards the exit as swiftly as his legs allowed him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 16:46:14 GMT -5
As the people run out, the manor collapses slowly around them. Benjen clears the building as it falls completely apart.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 16:51:17 GMT -5
Amelia decides to let the building deal with Malryas Bolton and turns to run out as well, Danya joining her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 16:58:43 GMT -5
Larry the guard and the four meet up with a clearly injured Robyn a short while later. Behind them the house is burning with the greenish light of wildfire.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 1, 2015 17:01:12 GMT -5
As soon as he sees his sister Benjen moves in to give her a hug, careful not to press down on any wounds.
Amelia stands there exhausted, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.
"Nicholas..." Benjen grunts. "Has anyone seen him?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 1, 2015 17:05:42 GMT -5
Jaymes looked fine, if a little dirty and out of breath from running for his life from the giant demonic creature. He almost snapped his neck looking back at the house.. or what was left of it. "Did he not make it out?" he asked, his expression difficult to read. He then looked to Robyn. "Is anything broken? We'd better be off as soon as possible."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 17:06:35 GMT -5
Nick walks into camp coughing as the group assembles. "Fucking Boltons."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 1, 2015 17:07:50 GMT -5
Robyn had waited past the twenty minute cut off point given to her by Nick, ignoring the pirates code, seeing them more like guidelines anyway, but had to covered her eyes from the debris as the house fell down.
She worried for her brother, before he appeared in the dust, and accepted his hug, even though he pressed on her likely broken ribs.
"I am not sure, I can walk," She replied to Jaymes when he asked after her, managing a smile before seeing Nick emerge.
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