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Post by ZEPHYR52 on Mar 25, 2012 15:15:43 GMT -5
Field Synopsis
Θ Dazzling Spark Leaves 
A vast desert lay before the players who venture this field. Always hanging overhead are ominous black clouds which look as if it's about to rain. Scattered throughout various points are giant lightning rods. This field is under a constant lightning storm, no rain just lightning, so players need to stick close to the towers so they don't get shocked on their way to the Dungeon.
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Post by ZEPHYR52 on Mar 25, 2012 15:45:58 GMT -5
Pale golden rings rotated up and down as a lone Twinblade slowly materialized into the desolate looking field. The view was absolutely breathtaking if not a little bleak. The sound of lightning cracking whirred right past his ears as if a bolt of lightning had actually struck the ground beside. To his luck his character barely avoided being struck by a stray bolt of lightning. How was he supposed to meet his party if you get shocked if you were standing still? He could see a large tower not far from where he spawned to the right. Maybe they could meet under the protection of that tall tower which in theory would attract the lightning due to it's height. Zephyr52, deciding to take the risk, sprinted for the tower.
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Post by THRYM on Mar 25, 2012 15:50:12 GMT -5
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Rings descended around him and the world spun and blurred, pixels dancing and coalescing as the field slowly appeared. Thrym appeared on the field to a salute of lightning, a thundering fulmination against the near-eerie silence that followed. He blinked, willing his eye to readjust, and stepped out into the shifting sands, watching with mild fascination as the wind buffeted thin sheets of sand over his boots. The particles continued to dance and Thrym finally pulled his gaze away, towards the looming lightning-rod pillars and the entrance to the dungeon.
He speared his staff into the sand, leaning against its insubstantial weight and ignoring the collection of feathers and shiny things tied to its head as they fluttered about his face.
The wavemaster found himself grinning – this was quite the beautiful field, if he might say so – and he cast about for his makeshift “team”. One of the twinblades was already there, and as it wasn’t Scout… this one must be Zephyr52. He hoisted Dreyrugr from its place in the sand and rested the staff jauntily across the back of his shoulders.
”You’re Zephyr?”
He was answered by another burst of lightning, the flares painfully dimming his sight as he blinked in vain against them. Ducking his head, he jogged through the awkward resistance of the sand to rest beside the twinblade, beneath what he could only hope was the protection of the tower. ”Let’s hurry and get inside, then. I’m Thrym.” The smile upon his lips was predatory to say the least, but he would hold off on his trolling for a small while. (Besides, it was best to allow your target’s defense to lower before the strike.)
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Post by SCOUT on Mar 25, 2012 17:22:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words 292 · tags zephyr52 & thrym · notes thanks for the invite!! Purple fluorescent rings appeared in the area and slowly between them, the form of another twinblade appeared. He had gotten a message from Zephyr52, after posting in the BBS, that he would be here - along with the other party member. His purple eyes wandered up to the murky, ominous sky and immediately, the sound of lightning cracked through the area. He jolted, clearly started, and out of reflex his hands went towards his katars. His feet digging into the sand, he examined the area, trying to find a way to hide and not get shocked by lightning. He observed the tall lightning rods that were currently absorbing all the lightning. Good. Peering to his right, he noticed a tower - that's probably where Thrym and Zephyr would be at. Quickly, Scout dashed off into the direction of the tower - his prowess in agility coming to use as he quickly sprinted and made his where there.
As he got closer, he saw two forms appear in the distance. One was tall and the other was only marginally shorter. Scout appeared in front of the two and he bowed his head towards Zephyr52, already knowing Thrym. "Scout. |
[/color]" he mumbled, introducing himself to who he presumed to be Zephyr52; after all, it was unlikely that people had simply wandered into the exact location. The sound of lightning cracked in the sky again and Scout glanced up once more. They should try and make it inside soon, before they got electrocuted. However, if the terrain outside was this dangerous, he was skeptical and slightly worried what would be looming and lurking on the inside. He looked around at both of his new party members, interested in just what they would be doing for the day.[/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ZEPHYR52 on Mar 25, 2012 19:38:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;] [/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Once safe from the threat f being electrocuted alive, though he didn't actually believe that to be possible in a videogame, Zephyr52 stopped running. Placing his hands on his knees as if he had actually ran that distance in real life, the twinblade let out the breath that he hadn't realized that he had been holding in. The game was so realistic that he had forgotten the fact that he looking at the events through the screen of a laptop. It felt as if pure adrenaline was running its course through his veins. The crack of lighting ricocheting across a virtual sky brought the teen out of his reverie. Warm brown eyes looked up to see a brief sliver of blue rush across the sky before things went back to the ominous storm clouds. Bits and pieces of the fine individual grains of sand relentlessly attacked the Twinblade's exposed legs with all the intensity of a Sandstorm.
"Zephyr52." Zephyr52, rubbing at his eyes to rid himself of the purple spots that dotted his vision, told the two, and rather meekly at that, who arrived as he was looking the the dark greys and blacks of the clouds above. The Twinblade, having ridden himself of the spots which plagued his vision, took a good look at his companions for Dungeon exploration. The smile from the Wavemaster, in a rather gothic style of outfit, named Thrym failed to send any warning signals to the naive boy's brain so he returned the seemingly kind gesture with his own smile which seemed to have the power to brighten a room. The other Twinblade, Scout, seemed to be more like him, an introvert who would prefer not to talk. Maybe the two become friends? The thought of befriending more people on this game made his smile, both in the game and real life, grow till it seemed that it would touch his ears.
WORDS! Unsure TAGS! Thrym, Scout
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Post by THRYM on Mar 25, 2012 21:24:45 GMT -5
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Scout arrived last, and Thrym nodded his head in the barest of greetings. The introductions exchanged were brief and quiet, seemingly timid, and Thrym rolled his eyes as the group stood awkwardly about the pillar. "Alright, ladies, let's not get too carried away with our chatter, hm? I'd rush in there myself, but, ah..." he gestured to himself, Dreyrugr clasped in one hand, and smiled coyly. "I don't take hits very well," he continued after a pause, a false mirror of a pout turning his lips down.
"Of course, I can heal," he added, almost offhandedly, and carefully examined the nails of his free hand -- fingers drumming restlessly on the controls as he waited for things to get going.
"So, how about one of you lovely young men head us off, and I'll keep up the rear, yeah?" He couldn't help but to wink -- really, it was second nature to him -- and pointed his staff at the dungeon entrance. "All the fun's in there."
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Post by SCOUT on Mar 26, 2012 14:39:58 GMT -5
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Through his peripheral vision, he noticed Thrym roll his eyes and he scoffed quietly. He knew Thrym wasn't as introverted as himself and his other party member; so of course he wouldn't understand that him and Zephyr were having their own quasi-conversation simply through making eye contact. Not literally, but introverts, nonetheless seemed to have that capability. "Alright. |
[/color]" responded Scout, placing his hand on the holster of the katar on his right hip. He examined the long staff that Thrym had clasped within his hold. The staff was similar to a javelin, with an emerald, fluorescent orb attached to the very tip. It looked powerful - but it was flashy. Typical of a wavemaster. Still, Scout was glad Thrym was here; wavemasters could heal and that made a big difference in combat. He hoped Thrym wasn't a cleric and could only do healing spells - but given by his appearance, he seemed to be too devilish to only have an arsenal of healing spells. " I'll lead.[/color]" replied Scout and without warning, he turned on his party members and began entering inside the tower. As he walked, he glanced over his shoulder carefully, making sure that nothing had jumped them - or that they weren't lagging behind. The tower smelled like rust. Occasionally he came across pockets of sand, which had probably blown inside the tower from raging sandstorms across the field. Scout was careful for where he took a step; after all, wasn't it in most video games or movies where secret towers were filled with an arsenal booby traps? The tower was lined up with thick, tall, wooden poles which had orbs placed on top of them, which were bringing a source of light to the dark tower. The lightning in the background occasionally flashed at the entrance of the tower, bringing an additional source of light. He wasn't sure where he was going, but everything was one straight path - and so he continued on.[/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by THRYM on Mar 26, 2012 18:17:22 GMT -5
PREPARE FOR BATTLE
As Scout enters the tower, a monster spawns in the chamber before him, its hulking form still, but menacing. The temple knight brandishes its swords but does not attack, daring the party to continue into its domain and face its wrath.
health - full
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Post by ZEPHYR52 on Mar 26, 2012 19:58:25 GMT -5
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Wielding both short sword and dagger in a relaxed yet excited grip, Zephyr charged at the beast despite the huge difference in level. Water's translucent blade shimmered in the pale light while Fire, in contrast to it's companion Dagger, glowed like fire, how ironic, in the dim lighting. The youth, deciding to test to see if Twinblades were an acrobatic class, sprung up into the air. Woot. I be doing flips. Zephyr thought to himself in pure excitement. Zephyr, attempting a strike to the beast's chest with Water, swung upwards with the momentum from Water's strike and attempted to drive Fire into the chest of the the monster. Zephyr, curling into a tight ball as he swung upwards, attempted to use the Temple Knight as a springboard of sorts to bring himself back to his allies after his attempted attacks were made.
WORDS! I don't count.TAGS! Thrym, Scout
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Post by THRYM on Mar 27, 2012 22:02:21 GMT -5
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No matter what the twinblades might think of him, at least his words got them moving -- Scout moved first, and then Zephyr: Thrym, true to his word, picked up the rear and ducked inside the tower after Zephyr, glad for the reprieve from the sand whipping past his vision. It was much easier to focus in here, and he held Dreyrugr out before him, prepared to attack whatever might spawn to deflect them.
"See, isn't this much more-- SHIT--"
He ducked inside the main room in time to see Zephyr leap at the Temple Guardian, exemplifying the agility of his class. That was a fairly high-leveled monster, at least as far as their collective skill level was concerned... and this was going to be very interesting battle, indeed. Taking a step back -- a single blow from this thing would likely destroy him -- he slammed his staff against the ground and cried: "Vak Zot!"
A ring of fire blinked to life beneath the Guardian; Thrym kept himself light on his toes and ready to dodge, but still eagerly watched to see if his attack would land. It was rare that he missed, but his enemy was strong and potentially faster than he.
"Oh," he said, almost as though he'd only just remembered, "And if you need me to help heal you, just shout." (If he'd been standing near either of the twinblades, this was the point he might use to, say, slap one of their asses -- but alas, he was all alone by the stairs.)
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Post by SCOUT on Apr 3, 2012 8:54:19 GMT -5
Just as he continued walking, he had sensed something walked forward and quickly jumped back half of a foot. He peered as he noticed an enemy lurk in front of him - a Temple Knight, it seemed. Made sense, if this Dungeon was their Temple. Whilst Scout hadn't played for a very long time, he was the type to read all the manuals and guides, and so he had an above average understanding of the different monsters in the game, even if he only knew them by simply looking at them. Temple Knights were of the wood element.. so it would be stupid to go at it with his Water Dance technique. His digits moved sharply towards his two katars; Qi and Tu. Watching Zephyr move in, Scout decided to go along with him; after all, two twinblades were better than one.
"Don't let me down, Qi and Tu.. Staccato: Twin Dragons.
[/color]" murmured Scout and he quickly ran forward, propelling himself with his feet. He was nimble and very quick on his feet. Unsheathing his katars, he clenched his hand tightly around their handles. Jumping up quickly, he propelled his body using his inertia to spin around and began slashing at the Temple Knight rapidly with his katars, attempting to slash at it right at its chest. Through the lamps inside the dungeon, the swirling pattern on his katars became more visible and oddly more appealing in the battle [ooc] sorry this is so late![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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