((Continuing some days later from Prompt: Idle))
Caedyn thought she’d go mad if she had to spend one more minute looking at the ceiling of the medical tent.
“Heil!”
Not just the shout, but the familiar voice made her start.
"Tryggr?!" the disbelief in her expression broke into a grin. "Ye braught 'er!"
Fifteen minutes later, the head medic burst through the flaps. "What in the name of the Alchemy is this infernal rumpus?!" The noise stopped and heads turned. Caedyn leaned around her brother's tall form to look at the frantic asura, once more strumming her nyckelharpa for another song.
"Ack, we be havin' a moot!"
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Prompt: Dusty
((Continuing from Prompt: Beacon))
Pulling her attunement like a fast drawn, dust rose in motes around her. Just as her captor began to notice, she blasted him in the face with sand.
Or… attempted to. It was a weak cast without a focus in hand, and she might as well have had flicked a tablespoon of powder in his face.
Still, the man reacted with enough of an instinctive flinch that he let go of her hair.
Helen dodged away, switching her attunement to fire.
Possibilities… need a weapon and defense...
The roaring heat of elementalist flame heralded an axe Helen manifested in hand.
Pulling her attunement like a fast drawn, dust rose in motes around her. Just as her captor began to notice, she blasted him in the face with sand.
Or… attempted to. It was a weak cast without a focus in hand, and she might as well have had flicked a tablespoon of powder in his face.
Still, the man reacted with enough of an instinctive flinch that he let go of her hair.
Helen dodged away, switching her attunement to fire.
Possibilities… need a weapon and defense...
The roaring heat of elementalist flame heralded an axe Helen manifested in hand.
Friday, February 24, 2017
Prompt: Beacon
((Continuing from Prompt: All That Glitters))
Helen hated being helpless. Yet, being held as she was, any action seemed too risky to take. She had always been keenest for offensive rather than defensive magic.
Heart pounding, she wished she had her aunt’s skill for conjuring shields.
I really need to look into arcane magic if I survive this.
While her mind raced, the Mantle and Seraph traded blows. A Seraph fell injured and the cocky confidence of the traitors grew. The one holding Helen lifted his dagger to taunt the remaining guard.
Pink-tinted sunlight glinted off the blade. A beacon to Helen.
This is your chance.
Helen hated being helpless. Yet, being held as she was, any action seemed too risky to take. She had always been keenest for offensive rather than defensive magic.
Heart pounding, she wished she had her aunt’s skill for conjuring shields.
I really need to look into arcane magic if I survive this.
While her mind raced, the Mantle and Seraph traded blows. A Seraph fell injured and the cocky confidence of the traitors grew. The one holding Helen lifted his dagger to taunt the remaining guard.
Pink-tinted sunlight glinted off the blade. A beacon to Helen.
This is your chance.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Prompt: All That Glitters
((Continuing from Prompt: Nuisance))
Helen couldn’t see the face of the Mantle who had her by the hair and throat, but she could see the leader of this fringe of outlaws. His eyes glittered, oddly red, as he smiled, spreading out his arms as though he was presenting at the menagerie.
“Ah, we require you to move aside, puppets of the faithless crown," He addressed the Seraph, "lest you wish this- Lady’s-” he sneered out the word, casting a glance over Helen like he truly saw her as a piece of trash- “blood upon your feet.”
Helen's stomach churned nauseously at his blatant cruelty.
Helen couldn’t see the face of the Mantle who had her by the hair and throat, but she could see the leader of this fringe of outlaws. His eyes glittered, oddly red, as he smiled, spreading out his arms as though he was presenting at the menagerie.
“Ah, we require you to move aside, puppets of the faithless crown," He addressed the Seraph, "lest you wish this- Lady’s-” he sneered out the word, casting a glance over Helen like he truly saw her as a piece of trash- “blood upon your feet.”
Helen's stomach churned nauseously at his blatant cruelty.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Prompt: The Impossible!
Even before making their way over the cliffs from Seraph’s Landing to see the chaos below, Callista knew the situation in Lake Doric must be desperate if Lassie was ordered to report in.
Still, without any skills in magic use herself, Callista was glad to have the mesmer along. She eyed the sylvari's shaking form before finding a good position to wait and reinforce any assault on Fort Evennia's gates. Trying to take even small pickings would be impossible on her own.
"Breath, Agent. Just keep a portal ready." Callista calmly instructed as she attached her rifle's scope.
((I cannot add any more tags to my character introduction post, so do note that my *Introduction* post has a brief intro of Lasaíriona, as well as a little screenshot of her face.))
Still, without any skills in magic use herself, Callista was glad to have the mesmer along. She eyed the sylvari's shaking form before finding a good position to wait and reinforce any assault on Fort Evennia's gates. Trying to take even small pickings would be impossible on her own.
"Breath, Agent. Just keep a portal ready." Callista calmly instructed as she attached her rifle's scope.
((I cannot add any more tags to my character introduction post, so do note that my *Introduction* post has a brief intro of Lasaíriona, as well as a little screenshot of her face.))
Prompt: Nuisance
((Continuing from Prompt: Destruction))
Helen wanted to stomp her foot at the Seraphs blocking the lift to the Palace.
Yes, she understood the reason for being barred entry when the city was under attack, but they could at least tell her something, anything, about the state of things upstairs!
She felt an odd rush of warm breeze, just turning her head to see a cadre of white and red clad figures de-cloaked around her. Her head was jerked back when one of Mantle pulled her ponytail and laid a dagger against her throat.
Really? By the hair?! The Mantle were as barbaric as Tamini!
Helen wanted to stomp her foot at the Seraphs blocking the lift to the Palace.
Yes, she understood the reason for being barred entry when the city was under attack, but they could at least tell her something, anything, about the state of things upstairs!
She felt an odd rush of warm breeze, just turning her head to see a cadre of white and red clad figures de-cloaked around her. Her head was jerked back when one of Mantle pulled her ponytail and laid a dagger against her throat.
Really? By the hair?! The Mantle were as barbaric as Tamini!
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Prompt: Destruction
((Continuing from Prompt: Shield))
The fleeing flood of people frustrated Helen as they slowed her progress toward the heart of the city. The streets were filled with chaos even before reaching the cobbled main road encircling the Upper City, but they were nothing to the sight that greeted her there.
Whatever was bombarding the city did some damage before the shields were erected: rubble, fires, and the general confused crowds either fleeing or trying to save those caught in collapsed structures. Fear struck hard as she stepped through Salma District's gate and looked up to see the damaged tower and wall of the Promenade.
The fleeing flood of people frustrated Helen as they slowed her progress toward the heart of the city. The streets were filled with chaos even before reaching the cobbled main road encircling the Upper City, but they were nothing to the sight that greeted her there.
Whatever was bombarding the city did some damage before the shields were erected: rubble, fires, and the general confused crowds either fleeing or trying to save those caught in collapsed structures. Fear struck hard as she stepped through Salma District's gate and looked up to see the damaged tower and wall of the Promenade.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Prompt: Shield
Helen's laughter, at watching Kitty try to coax Sammy down from a tree, died on her lips as the ground shook with thunder.
Helen, Diana, and Kitty looked up as boulders, seeming licked with purple and red flames, shot across the clear sky toward the heart of the city. An attack on the palace?
Mother!
Helen ran to the garden gate, clumsily stumbling with alarm when an unavoidable wall of magic passed through her. She glanced up to see it was a glimmering, pink shield that had expanded out, deflecting the assault.
She raced toward the promenade, ignoring everything else.
Helen, Diana, and Kitty looked up as boulders, seeming licked with purple and red flames, shot across the clear sky toward the heart of the city. An attack on the palace?
Mother!
Helen ran to the garden gate, clumsily stumbling with alarm when an unavoidable wall of magic passed through her. She glanced up to see it was a glimmering, pink shield that had expanded out, deflecting the assault.
She raced toward the promenade, ignoring everything else.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Prompt: Pomposity
“Your training has progressed with surprising expediency for a human youth.”
Helen bit her cheek to keep from chuckling at Librarian Wellx’s faint praise.
“Obviously, you must still complete your contextual analysis course with Teekla, but once that is completed, I will send you to the monastery to become a novice of our order”
Helen had already had one instruction class with Savant Teekla, and between the two asura at Durmand Hall, she was sure they had enough pomposity to rival a ballroom of nobility. Which was saying something indeed!
Helen bit her cheek to keep from chuckling at Librarian Wellx’s faint praise.
“Obviously, you must still complete your contextual analysis course with Teekla, but once that is completed, I will send you to the monastery to become a novice of our order”
Helen had already had one instruction class with Savant Teekla, and between the two asura at Durmand Hall, she was sure they had enough pomposity to rival a ballroom of nobility. Which was saying something indeed!
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