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Post by Lord Hayati on Oct 2, 2010 12:50:35 GMT -5
Krisseh Nodded.
"I am one of the mages. I was training in my kingdom throughout the events of the guild wars, but I still know people hate us for what celestial did.
You won't hate me because I'm a mage... right?"
She looked at the mob. Something told her that she would have to prepare her magic, if things got out of hand again.
"Eli, If things get out of control, you might want to step back a little. My magic gives people their just desserts... and it doesn't really tell from friend or foe. I usually use it to mess around with people, but It has its uses outside of playtime... Just saying."
Krisseh's Current MP: 12/20
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Post by Draco on Oct 15, 2010 3:32:54 GMT -5
It only takes the duel a few minutes to arrive at the location of the rioting. The circle around a few times before landing on a flat rooftop. Gil places his hand on the pistol key, turns it, and pulls it out. Placing it on his belt he hops out of the vehicle, followed a moment later by Toshiro.
"We need to get down there and see if there is something we can do to stop them. We both know there doesn't need to be a war."
Toshiro nods in agreement.
"I could just knock them out with my ninja skills."
"No... That might be a bad idea. Save it for a last resort. There's something in the ship for just a occasion."
They enter a door at the leading down from the roof, and into the home of a couple eating a meal and ignoring the noise outside. With several apologies, they make their way to the ground floor, onto the street, and into the rioting people.
"You know what? It looked a lot more calm from up high."
They stared at people screaming, people throwing objects, and a few rats in clothing scurrying around among them.
"Toshiro my friend, it's a good thing you're wearing our clothing now... I have a feeling if you were wearing your old clothes, they may have attacked you by now."
Toshiro only nods as he scopes out the area.
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Post by Jina on Oct 16, 2010 5:52:05 GMT -5
"Demonic mage! get your Kind away from this town! if not, we shall bomb you with our Steampunk bombs! We have steampunk bombs, right? RIGHT?!" The person who said this threw a few apples at Celestial, who dodged them with a bow.
"Woah, woah, what? Throwing bombs around is just going to blow our city up. Now that seems like a pretty hypocritical response to someone blowing our city up, right? Brigaia became a powerful force in the world because we had economic strength, and here, we need to do exactly the same thing. Blowing people up and getting ourselves blown up is not going to get us anywhere. Now so far, the Mages have not done anything bad to us that was their fault, and so we should give them a chance. That's how I see it, anyway. If anybody else still doesn't trust them, I'd suggest you volunteer to visit Mage Manor. I'll be coming with you."
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Post by Scar on Oct 19, 2010 10:06:49 GMT -5
((An Inn in Brassport))
"I'm not quite sure," Oscar replied hesitantly, laying the now a calm Sarinon back down onto the downy bed and whispering a quite word of thanks for Knicker's generosity in loaning them the room. Having done that he turned to face the traveller who had followed them. "But I plan to find out. Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, I'm Oscar Featherstone, Gentleman Adventurer, and I need your help finding out what is going on outside. Last I heard there was a mob heading for the city square and I swear if it's those Sheeple you come running right back here and let me know."
He straightened himself up went to get another jug of water in case the sick engineer woke up again. "I know it's abrupt but if it's really the Sheeple then you know what they're capable of. I wish I could come with you but ..." he beckoned to the sleeping woman.
((City Square))
"Haven't done anything? What do ye mean that witch hasn't done anything? She bloody destroyed half the city she did!" screamed a man in the crowd.
"Yeah! That's right!" chorused the crowd.
"My brother was hurt in that attack, I'll have ye know!" piped up a distressed woman.
"And my poor mum!"
"And my duck!"
"I got my arm broken from being blasted by them witches and their wicked magicks!"
"Don't forget my duck!"
The burly man who had spoken up at first pushed his way to the front of the crowd, spanner in hand and pointing at Celestial and Owen. "Bottom line is we're not a bunch of younglings frightening of the boogeyman. We know all about you witches and we know you snap as easy as the rest of us. And you!" This time he pointed at Owen. "You may be in charge but we're a democracy! This witch here has ruined many lives while she was last here and I say we give her due process just like everyone else. Anyone else with me?"
((Dingy Alley beside City Square))
The Sheeple could smell revolution a mile away and were pleasantly heartened to see the mob streaming towards the square.
They had followed. They had listened. And having heard everything they knew what to do.
Justice had to be served.
They loaded their crossbows.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2010 19:08:42 GMT -5
“Hello pretty lady,” he grinned, and tickled Tiger’s chin with a finger.
“Greetings, tubby,” he tipped an imaginary hat toward the innkeeper.
“Oh, and you,” he stared coldly at the other man.
Sarn had burst into the room with a literal flourish, greeted everyone in his own less-than-personable way, and was now locked in a staring contest with the man whose name he was either never told, or couldn’t remember. Still he recognized him from the attack on Brassport a few months ago.
“Oh my sweet Vixen!” the Feberi spotted his sister lying prone on the bed. He rushed over, leaving a few feathers behind, and knelt by her bedside. He lifted her gently and cradled her in his arms and wings, bowing his head to gently kiss her cheek.
When he had laid her back down again, he turned on the man whose name he was either never told or couldn’t remember.
“What happened? What have you done with her?”
The last time he saw her, Sarinon had been perfectly fine, and then he had left to pursue the shape changers and left his beloved sister with this sleazy creepo. Now he wanted answers.
Angry sparks flew. Literally.
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Post by Tiger on Oct 22, 2010 15:37:19 GMT -5
"Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, I'm Oscar Featherstone, Gentleman Adventurer, and I need your help finding out what is going on outside. Last I heard there was a mob heading for the city square and I swear if it's those Sheeple you come running right back here and let me know."
Tiger quickly introduced herself as well. "Understandable, Mr. Featherstone. Call me Tiger." She cocked her head slightly at his request, but she nodded and replied, "I'll take a look. I should be able to get close to the crowd without getting into trouble myself."
In fact, she planned not to be anywhere near this mob. Who would notice another falcon flying overhead, or perched on a rafter?
"I know it's abrupt but if it's really the Sheeple then you know what they're capable of. I wish I could come with you but ..."
Tiger grinned wryly as the man's gaze drifted to the unconcious woman. "I understand. I should be back-"
Before the mage could finish her sentence, announcing that she should return soon, a newcomer entered the room without warning, commenced a series of theatrics that included adressing the tiger-faced mage as "pretty lady" and touching her chin; she drew back in surprise and not a small measure of alarm, afraid he would flip her hood back and reveal the malformed face. But he was gone before the danger even fully registered, moving on to other "greetings".
“Oh my sweet Vixen! What happened? What have you done with her?”
"Oh, dear," Tiger thought. "Of all the luck, Tiger, it seems you've run into a love triangle."
For a moment, Tiger simply stared at the stranger. Sparks crackled in the air, and only now did she fully process that the stranger had wings.
"Another mage, then," Tiger thought, irritated with herself. "Perhaps you want to do something before he attacks Featherstone? Or sets the room on fire with those sparks?"
"The Lady is all right," Tiger said, stepping forward to intercede in the potential conflict. "Mr. Featherstone was able to get her...here. She was worse before, believe it or not."
Tiger glanced toward the window, remembering that she was supposed to take a look at the mob. Things needed to be settled here quickly, so she could get to a hiding place and send out a falcon.
"Ah...may I ask your name? And...how do you know Lady Sarinon?"
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Post by Lord Hayati on Nov 9, 2010 13:19:47 GMT -5
(get ready for revival!)
Krisseh focused on the person who talked about steampunk bombs.
she didn't want to be blown to pieces, Nor did she want the city to be destroyed. It was time.
Closing her eyes, she cast the spell. The random steampunk citizen started to glow a few different colors as the spell connected with him.
His legs collasped, due to how wobbly he was.
"wha the... Why am I a dessert!?"
Krisseh decided to speak out. After all, she has standards. Even the darkest people have standards to abide by.
"It is because of me. You wanted to bomb us... which is quite overblown, if I must say. Besides, Some of us do not even know dangerous spells, Like I. I simply specialize in Desserts. We are not the demons you think we are."
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Post by Celestial on Apr 7, 2011 16:44:41 GMT -5
((LIIIIVVVVEEEE!!!))
((Brassport, City Square))
Well, at least the Mayor was willing to give her a chance. Come to think of it, he was quite trusting and furthermore, he was going against the mob to do this. It was quite odd, Celestial thought but she decided that she was in no position to be picky about her allies and be happy with those she had. She bowed deeply to the Mayor, spreading her wings out as a sign of respect.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me a chance," the mage said softly before turning back to the crowd. They were not as sympathetic as they Mayor, shouting at her a list of those who had suffered during the attack. Celestial felt her eyes stinging. She knew that she, as an Underdeep Messenger, caused this town plenty of grief but to hear first hand how somebody's mother or brother or even duck was hurt by her was sobering.
"If you think I should be dragged into court for what I have done then please, do so. However, I must prove to youmthat we are a good people. Come with me. If you are still unsatisfied after seeing our Manor then you can put me on trial, no questions asked," the mage shouted to the crowd. Just then, a familiar flash of magic caught her eye. One of the citizens had been transformed into jelly. She sought Krisseh out with her eyes, a fairly easy task, and gave the jelly creature a glare that could make a stone evaporate. Then then turned to the hapless citizen.
"And we can find a cure for you as well. Come," she said and stretched out her hand in a gesture of friendship.
"We shall depart very soon."
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Post by Lord Hayati on Apr 7, 2011 18:38:16 GMT -5
Krisseh gulped as Celestial eyed her. The way she was staring, it was as if she was saying "Turn him back right now, or else I'll feed you to the stone guards!"
"I'm sorry. I'll turn you back to normal. ^_^;;
She muttered a few words, and within seconds, the crazed person became non-transparent.
"Hmph. I still think that crazy dragon-lady is still affected by the bloody underdeep!"
"I've been a friend of Celestial for about 5 years. I know her better than everyone here. She wants peace... and I'll give peace too."
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Post by Jina on Jun 27, 2011 19:31:03 GMT -5
"You may be in charge but we're a democracy!"
Sure, Owen thought. You keep telling yourself that. But still, Owen had to admit that things were not going well. Too big a change, too fast. And if the riot proceeded, it would probably undo all the repair work that had gone on in the past few months, and they couldn't exactly spare the money for a do-over. And nobody was volunteering for the trip to the Manor.
So, it was time to try a different tactic.
"Okay, everyone calm down. Seriously, how much do you think crossbows and swords are going to do to a mage? Now listen... you're right. This is a democracy. Now, I could call a referendum on an issue like this, but seeing as almost the whole of Brassport is out here rioting, I hardly think I need to. It seems that the obvious choice is to decline an alliance with the mages. No resources, no protection, we'll just sit here and try to sort out our own problems, regardless of how much we have to struggle, because we don't want to work with someone who might possibly backstab us, an eventuality that could easily be dealt with through carefully planning all our dealings with them. Well done Brassport, you've made the best decision of your lives."
Owen's eyes scanned the crowd. They seemed to be pleased with what he was saying. And yet, they were still being rather threatening to Celestial. Which, to him, meant only one thing. They hadn't picked up on what he thought had been the rather obvious sarcasm in his voice, and were actually taking him seriously.
Okay then, note to self. Reverse psychology doesn't work. He thought about this for a moment. No, not even that. It's just that some people never listen, and a lot of those people live in this city.
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Post by Celestial on Jun 28, 2011 10:40:15 GMT -5
There were no volunteers. Alright, Celestial kind of expected that. Not that the Archmage was happy about it but who would volunteer to go into enemy territory. These people were more stubborn than a blarwood sentient fungus infestation. An alliance was growing increasingly less possible, to her great annoyance. A brief involuntary burst of flame appeared in her hand and was quickly extinguished.
Celestial tried to hide the tension she felt as she watched the crowd growing even more violent. While she could go against crossbows, swords and whatever other weapons these people had with her magic, it was clear that the townspeople outnumbered her by a long shot. She would not be able to fight them all and thinking otherwise would be suicidal. It was better she got out of her now before things became even worse than they were not.
She listened to the mayor's speech. The people appeared placated, despite his sarcasm, which clearly showed that at least one person here agreed with the mage. She smiled bitterly and turned to the mayor.
"Clearly my attempts at friendship can't get past the memory of atrocities which I myself have regrets about. I shall leave you for now and perhaps come back when this city is either more open or more desperate. These are dangerous times in an already dangerous world. Some day, something bad will happen that for all the posturing of this town, they cannot handle. And when that day comes, I hope you will turn to us. Because we are a generous enough guild, we will help you. Just remember who the aggressor was."
With those words, she leapt into the air and flapped her wings to gain height. As soon as she was safely above the rooftops and chimneys of Brassport, she turned back into a dragon and began head back towards Mage Manor, trying not to think about the failure of forging the alliance with the Steampunkers.
Someday, someday soon, they will find that their own strength is not enough. Celestial knew the land. She knew how vicious it could be.
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