Game Thread Prologue: The Storm Breaks - Page 8

Spud · #**106** 03-08-2012, 11:15 PM

RPUseless.

He felt so useless. Here he was trying with all of his might to use some of this newfound power deep within his soul, and it wasn't working! It wasn't working a single bit. He cried out, clenching his fist around his holy symbol, not understanding. What was the problem? Was Oha not with him? Was she not aiding him when he attempted to use his power?

Stitch jerked with a started jump as the church doors slammed open. With wide eyes, he watched as the wounded priest staggered out, and held aloft his symbol. The action the priest performed clicked a bell somewhere in the back of Stitch's head, and in the middle of all the following chaos, he glanced back down to his own holy symbol. Perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps he was depending too much on his own power, and forgetting who had given him that power in the first place. He was praying to Oha for guidance, and then calling on his own reserves of power. Shouldn't he be calling to Oha? Clenching the symbol, he glanced up, shouting out. "Hurry! We should have been gone ages ago! Get up!" A passing thought made him wonder if he could heal. For some reason, the thought stuck with him. He would have to try it... though it would be odd. An undertaker healing the living. What a paradox.

OOCHold Action. If the shadow/villagers regain regular movement, Stitch bolts.

UrsprungDerLiebe · #**107** 03-09-2012, 02:07 AM

Kalia lays a hand on Matthias. It glows with magic and he feels some of his energy come back. He jumps up and backs slightly away, speaking strange words and pointing with strange gestures, running his hands over his clothes.

Forsetti runs over and fumbles with trying to help Niels; despite the very sorry attempt at fixing wounds, he causes no greater damage. Niels shimmers with light and feels the pain slip away; his mind quivers for a moment at the effort of pulling the magic in to mend his wounds, but then clears.

Endland opens his eyes and looks around; he is too busy enjoying not being dead to do anything else.

Val crouches down and tries to disappear in the darkness. Several feet away, the dagger thrown to him by Endland is wrapped up in some of the shadowstuff and begins floating toward him. As he reaches out and grasps it, all of the shadows peel away, leaving the area once again wreathed in a red glow, which sets all of you on edge.

Myla grabs up some lanterns and steps back towards the door.

The priest lowers his holy symbol and runs out of the square down a different street than the one the party is congregating near.

Stitch eyes the crowd, who begin to shuffle about as they did right before attacking, though those stuck in the entangled field do not escape. There is no sign of the shadow.

OOC

Order of initiative: Kalia, Forsetti, Val, Endland, Matthias, Myla, Niels, Stitch

Kalia, Endland, Forsetti and Niels are between 10 and 20 feet from the entrance to the street, prone or crouched down and surrounded by villagers. Matthias is standing several feet away, just out of reach of the nearest mob member.
Spunk and Stitch are more or less at the entrance to the street.
Val is straight south of Kalia, Endland, Forsetti, and Niels, trying to hide in whatever vestige of shadow is left to him.
Myla is still at the house down the street.

Baxder · #**108** 03-09-2012, 03:07 AM

Endland sees the red glow again. Guess not. He steadies his breathing, trying to see how much of a breath he can take before the pain gets unbearable. Not much. Slowly, gingerly, he gets to his feet and starts backing away from the mob. He continues to clutch his chest with his left hand, but has his right held up in front of him as if he's trying to calm a threatening dog. As he backs away from the crowd he doesn't take his eyes off the surrounding villagers, but the pain he's in shows on his face for all to see.

He feels utterly defenseless and afraid in the red glow, surrounded by his strangely-behaving townsfolk, but still feels that energy around him that he channeled earlier. He begins focusing on it again. Looking at each villager around him in turn, all he can think is just..stay..away. Saying it would hurt too much.

Tahlon · #**109** 03-09-2012, 03:21 AM

Everyone in their oddly assorted, ragtag group seems to be in better shape now, but Kalia looks about nervously. "Umm, guys, I think we should be leaving now..." she says softly. She reaches out a hand to help Endland up and, if need be, helps him make his way out of the square. Meanwhile, her mind is afire with the events of the night, though that fire is tinged with exhaustion. What started as a rebellious mid-night outing turned much more serious. Her will had been seized by some magic... she had killed a man... Kalia gulps and hurries faster down the street. She didn't want to dwell on that memory yet. She had also called out to Silona, and apparently he had answered her, granting her undreamed-of power. Spunk nuzzles her hand as they hurry along, and she looks at him a bit more closely. Even he had changed that night- he had been a young kid, but now he appeared nearly full grown, a strong young goat. As she flees from the square and looks down the street before her, she wonders whether the night's events are even close to over. What waits for them outside the square? Who was that priest, and what was he doing? What had happened to their priest? Will she be able to see her sister, her family, again?

Numen Wraith · #**110** 03-10-2012, 12:12 PM

After Forsetti's failed attempt to help Niels heal, he suddenly feels his own need. He moves toward Stitch calling for help.

Sofinho · #**111** 03-10-2012, 02:30 PM

"La... la-la... la/ la-la... la la... la..."

Striding out from the house with a brace of lanterns, Myla sings softly to herself, just under her breath. Glancing towards the church she cannot see the shadow: instead she sees a new darkness forming and once again, she shudders.

"...night in the... forest/ not a creature stirs..."

With some urgency Myla extinguishes the lanterns and makes her way to the other side of the street, emptying their contents in a narrow strip as she goes. Focusing her attentions on this task she continues to sing. It is a lullaby, though she cannot remember having ever been sung to before. It helps her to concentrate, it prevents her mind from dwelling on the horror of what has happend... of what is still happening...

"...all...wrapped...up.../in your... rab-bit furs...."

Her voice is soft yet rasping, like a staged whisper issued only on each sharp exhalation. She pours the oil into a narrow strip. Occasionally it glints in the flickering light of her torch, but she takes care to ensure that it does not ignite... yet.

"...the... children... are... asleep/ but the... night's... nearly done..."

Her work completed, she lets the lanterns drop to the ground. Though there is not as much oil as she would like, she is satisfied it will create the effect she is looking for. Myla fixes her gaze on the end of the street, readying herself for the moment when her new found comrades come running...

"...the lit...tle chil-...dren... wait/ for the... rising of the sun..."

Zealot · #**112** 03-10-2012, 03:09 PM

MatthiasTrying to stand straight Matthias winces at the soreness in his back. Seeing the others moving away from the villagers he makes his mind up quickly and decides to devote his time to getting away from the black mass. As such he walks up the street directly away from the mob and looks backwards and readies his staff hoping that he is not attacked again. His breath hisses through his teeth slowly his sight dimming at the corners as the temptation to use the powers he had discovered hammers at him.

Wolesz · #**113** 03-10-2012, 09:46 PM

RPNiels stands up, knife ready to strike in his hand. Still alive, good, good, good...

"Let's get outta here, fast!", he shouts to the other sane individuals. He glances to them, expecting a reaction. Preferably one suggesting where to run.

OOCMove Action: Stand up.
Readied action: attack with the knife. Condition: A possessed villager in Niels' range attacks.

slydogg9692 · #**114** 03-11-2012, 01:53 AM

An internal struggle was plaguing Val: to leave the group behind, or to save his own behind? The consequences of leaving them though, he believed, far outweighed its benefits. I have to make sure they...

He imagined himself becoming one of the various corpses around him.

...we come out here alive. As Val hid in the darkness, he tried as much as possible to get to the street without attracting attention, keeping the group in view. Thinking back at what he had done earlier, his curiosity got the better of him. Maybe...just maybe... He readied himself, hoping that his new found abilities would work the way he intended it.

OOCMove Action: Move silently at half speed towards the street.
Readied Action: Cast Supernatural Ability on any hostile villager attacking the group or Val.

Spud · #**115** 03-11-2012, 11:53 PM

RPStitch nervously eyed the shuffling villager group. "We need to move. We need to hurry. Come on, Forsetti. Walk with me. You'll be okay. We can't stop and see to those. If you can still walk, then we must walk." He waited for Forsettie, and would offer his shoulder if the man needed it. If not, he would motion for the man to follow, then raise his voice to the rest of the group. "Quick, this way. We have been trying to make the retreat down this street. I believe it is safe. Kalia, isn't this the way you and Myla went?"

The undertaker would wake for instruction, then move in the direction pointed, trying to lead the direct the rest of the group, as well as support Forsetti.

UrsprungDerLiebe · #**116** 03-13-2012, 11:07 AM

Finally giving in to the urge to flee, Kalia, Forsetti, Stitch, Val, and Matthias move towards the street leading east out of the square, at varying speeds. As they rush past, Myla pours a line of oil across the lane, singing a little song of burning. Endland and Niels hold their ground in the crowd; their impaired speed perhaps what is holding them back.

As the heroes (for the most part) escape the square, the tangling plants holding the villagers in place wither and fall away, allowing them free movement. The smaller mob and larger one meld together into a colossal horde, crowding each other but maintaining perfect coordination. They turn and menace Endland and Niels, poised to rush them at any moment.

OOC

Initiative: Kalia, Forsetti, Myla, Stitch, Villagers
Val, Endland, Matthias, and Niels all have held actions; they can give them up and act normally in that order after Stitch's turn.

Sofinho · #**117** 03-13-2012, 04:03 PM

"Endland!" she calls up the street "Move yersel' boi, c'mon!"

Her voice is surprisingly loud for one so small of frame, her tone almost commanding and with the slightest hint of impatience. She readies herself to act as the first wave of the party rush past her.

"Mind yer step, i's slipp'ry... Endland! They're musterin'.. an' you've done nu'fightin' for one night!"

OOCREADIED STANDARD ACTION: Throw dagger at first possessed villager within ten feet AND line of sight
-and-
READY FREE ACTON: Light oil with torch IF horde (which will amount to more than five ahead of main group also in pursuit) come within five feet of oil line, regardless of whether Niels and Endland have crossed the line

Wolesz · #**118** 03-13-2012, 07:26 PM

RPNiels wastes no more time. He gives Endland a pat on the shoulder without actually looking at him, and utters a single "run!" before promptly doing exactly that thing as much as his feet let him.

OOCActions: Move and move to cross the oil line.

Baxder · #**119** 03-14-2012, 02:56 AM

Endland, seeing the crowd regather and organize, needs no further encouragement. Although Niels' pat caused him to cry out in pain and nearly black out, it had the effect of making the pain comparitavely easier to bear afterwards. Having also figured out that he can move with his left arm against his side to minimize the pain, he turns toward the street and thus makes for it as best he can.

Tahlon · #**120** 03-14-2012, 01:36 PM

Kalia shakes herself from her reflections as she passes Myla. So that's what she was doing- good idea! At Myla's call, Kalia looks over her shoulder, just realizing that Endland wasn't with them. "Come on, Endland, hurry!" she calls, joining her voice to Myla's. She waits impatiently on the other side of Myla's line, holding Spunk close to her so that he is not in danger when the girl sets the oil ablaze. For the first time, she really notices all the others, and she looks at them closely, wondering what horrors each has undergone this terrible night.