Fantasy Children of Villainy

[Randomfella]

Santo Guineth
The Road West​

Santo's eye rose as Anya spoke, it was as he was thinking, the description definitely sounded something like his own. "No." Santo bluntly replied, awkwardly looking to the side, before back at Anya. "We all had the same dream... The only thing that changed was the person pulling us back." He thought out loud, pondering it all.

Pausing, Santo let out a short breath, before continuing. "For some reason, I saw you, and from the sounds of it, you saw me." His voice was thick with confusion, his mind constantly wondering what it all meant, was it like this for the rest of them also? It was all too strange, and by now, a coincidence was out of the question.

Eliasdagood

 

[Spazzycat101]

Era​

Era rummaged through her bag, handed a few more pages of paper to Ri and then addressed the group.
'You're definitely right about that not being a coincidence. I mean, I've studied records of ancient prophets and all the like, and this dream and this song you're all describing has more... clarity, I guess, than anything I've ever heard of. I myself have never heard this voice you all are talking about, but I've been chasing something out west from whispers, and this sounds like the same thing. That's why going west isn't out of my way.' Era smiled a bit, then clenched her jaw to stifle a yawn. 'Anyway, unless any of you are keeping diaries, someone's got to write this down. Do you think, between the... all of you, you'll be able to remember that dream until we get to the next inn?' She packed her bag back up, save the medicine kit. 'Also, nobody else has any injuries I should know about?'

@ all

 

[Lost]

Leon had never seen mountains before.

The village of Cynta was surrounded by fields as far as the eye could see, and the few men and women who had dared leave the village hadn't returned to tell of such things. And who could blame them? The world was a much bigger place, bigger than his home could ever hope to be. It could only contain the curiosities of youth for so long.

Leon had often fancied himself the inquisitive sort, like those daring enough to explore beyond Cynta. He'd often read books telling of scorching deserts and dense, vibrant forests; dark, dreary oceans and cold, desolate plains. One such book had spoken of high, jagged peaks piercing the sky, nearly impassable in their height. The description had fascinated him, as had those of the other places, and he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought that somewhere, these words he read were truths. Somewhere, out there, lay lands one could only dream of. He told himself he'd see all of it someday, when he could leave his father, and when his limp wasn't so bad. Someday soon, he had hoped.

Now, months later, Leon stood on a cliff similar to those he had wanted nothing more than to visit. And yet, rather than take in the beautiful sight, he couldn't help but think of Cynta. That small, insignificant village had been cold, but it had been home.

He paused a moment at that realization. Home, huh? He supposed, on some level, it had been. Cynta gave him food and shelter, kept him alive despite his limp. They were never particularly happy about it, true, but they did it nonetheless.

And to think, despite all of that, he had wished for nothing more than to escape from it, to run away like so many others and see the world. Now, he would take it all back if he could.

As he struggled with his sorrow, his eyes found the cliff's edge, and the drop that followed. He hesitated, before taking one step towards the precipice. Then another. And another.

Soon he stood at the edge, looking down the length of the drop. Leon had never been particularly depressed, not nearly enough to take his own life. But at that moment, nothing else seemed to matter, nothing except that fatal desire to jump. There'd be no more voices, no more harrowing memories. Just peace.

Something stopped him, however; a small hand, having slipped into his whilst he wasn't looking, tugged lightly on his arm. The draw was gentle at first, but slowly it grew in strength until he found himself stumbling away from the edge. Leon tried to resist, but the grip was too tight, the tug too powerful.

At length, a good distance away from the fall, the figure let go. It -- or she, rather -- turned to face him, and only then could he see behind the cloak. The girl was young, younger than him, with reddish hair and a face full of freckles. He was sure he had never met her before, not in his memories, nor those he had seen of others, and yet she seemed so familiar. He tried to open his mouth, to call out to her, but no sound came out.

Instead, the silence was pierced by an all too recognizable voice. The woman, with her maddening song, began to sing again, though now the words were foreign to him, changed from those that had droned on and on in his head. It made little difference to him what she sang, however. He just wanted her gone, wanted his mind to be his alone again.

It seemed he would have his wish, because, as it seemed to finish this new verse, the voice went silent.

And then, Leon woke up.

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For the second time that day, Leon opened his eyes to find himself lying face first in the dirt. Wait, dirt? he thought, somewhat confused. Taverns weren't known as the cleanest places, sure, but even the floors weren't this filthy. He dragged himself into a sitting position, his body screaming in protest, and then he noticed why the tavern floor felt so dirty. It was because he wasn't in a tavern at all.

Instead, he found himself outside, amidst others his age. A few seemed to be sleeping still, but he spotted a group further down the road that appeared to be conscious.

Slowly, he got to his feet, and while it hurt, he found he was able to stay upright. As he began to walk, he found himself more unsteady than usual, his limp more pronounced. It was slightly worrying, seeing as he still had a long way to go, but he pushed the thought out of his head. He had more pressing things to fret over, such as why he woke up in the middle of nowhere.

Cautiously, he continued towards the group, doing his best not to trip in the dim light. It was hard enough with his limp, but his inexplainable exhaustion didn't help much either.

Eventually, however, he grew close enough to make out some of the features of the gathered individuals. Most were around his age, if not younger, and his thoughts flashed back to the tavern; hadn't he seen some of them there?

It wasn’t important, he supposed. At the moment, all that mattered was getting his bearings, and perhaps they could help him do that.

"Er... Excuse me," he called out as he approached. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?"

Yatasal Svisttt Eliasdagood Randomfella Spazzycat101 (Sorry if I missed anyone!)

 

[Yatasal]

Jessie came back to reality when the new guy entered the scene. Lordy was he taaaalll. And... weirdly... huh. Jessie stared at him. She got to her feet, and kept Mumble close by. He sure looked like the guy from her dream. An awful, awful lot. Could he be? She hugged her cloak more around herself, wondering if she should indeed stay with this group... A group of kids who had had the same dream as her, one of which practiced a strange type of magic and another who studied it. Imagine that! Lordy, Braffield would go bezerk at the mention of a magic study person. It made her on edge, even though she too knew she was magical. An ability she'd tried to hide her whole life.
She vaguely entertained the thought that maybe she too could share her powers. But still... It wasn't that simple, was it? Lordy, she was almost jealous of the girl... Ri? Yes, that was her name. To have the confidence to just show her powers... Then again, Jessie couldn't use her powers for much of anything. She could bend and change shadows, and that was it. Ri could probably make a whole castle appear. Servants and all. Or a huge spider, ready to eat them all alive. Jessie shuddered inwardly. She hated spiders.
Should she go, should she not... She never really considered what going on this quest would mean. And she definitely hadn't thought that there would be others. Maybe it would be best if she went on her own. Safety in numbers, sure, but she had been fine on her own. And she wasn't alone; she had Mumble. Perfectly normal, wonderful Mumble.
Maybe she could just sneak away... Yeah. She could. Sneak away where though? Jessie glanced around, but all she could see was open fields. It was growing dimmer as the night wore on, too. But Jessie had always been good at seeing the difference in the shadows, and could tell what they were, even at a distance. Somehow though her eyes were sharper. Or maybe she was just seeing things?
In the distance there seemed to be something big heading towards them. Several big things... Horses? Were there wild horses out here? No, these horses had riders. They were still a good distance away, too far for the others to see them or notice. And they weren't headed in a fast pace, either. Probably just a group of travellers.
Something bothered her about them though, as they continued to come closer. She just couldn't put her finger on what.
When they picked up the pace, and it became clear there were at least ten of them, the sinking feeling in the pit of Jessie's stomach was identified.
Bandits.
Without hesitation Jessie broke into a run, although she ran right into the tall man who had just entered the group. She looked at his eyes, and knew instantly he was the man from her dream. Fear of the bandits though made her push past him, heading straight for a small thicket of trees by the side of the road. Mumble ran right with her, and she hunched down.
Some part of her, some instinct, something took over. She wanted to hide, and she saw the shadows move and obey her, covering her and Mumble in thick darkness. Mumble gave her worried bark, and Jessie held her close. "Ssshh, it'll be alright, sssshhh," Jessie whispered. "It'll be alright."
She watched in silence as the bandits approached the ragtag group. She had darted away a minute before they arrived. What would they do?

((OOC: Jessie's improved powers include nightvision and the blanket shadow she's cast. Therefore, she saw the shadows of the men coming before they arrived (okay more like silhouettes) and you guys have about a minute before they're upon you. Jessie ran into a small thicket of trees and has basically disappeared. I'll play the bandits, of course.))

 

[Spazzycat101]

Era
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Era's tired thoughts were interrupted as she heard panicked footsteps from behind her run away. Immediately alarmed, she turned to the opposite direction. Her eyes widened, cat-like pupils dilated.
There were figures running toward them, a lot of them. She could see them clearly. Others not so.
And these were not friendly.
'Okay, if you have injuries, I'll treat them later. Ri, you need to summon everything later. Right now you all need to run. Go, go, go! Right now right now right now!' Era was only half-concealing her panic. She plucked Anya from the ground and stood her up on her feet, and started to usher everyone as best she could to run down the road, or at least hide somewhere.
'I'll send a flare later and we can congregate again.'
Hidden beneath her cloak, tiny electrical sparks began to dance around the fingertips of her left hand. If any of the children responded or protested, Era would just yell for them to run, and that she would elaborate later as to why, just go!
Era jogged forward toward the figures and stopped, then from her right hand flung at them a glaring ball of white light bright enough to force her to close her eyes.

Yatasal @ all
(say hello to the Protective Mom Friend Instinct)

 

[Yatasal]

The bandit leader was a man named Jairus, and he was not happy.

He had seen the group from a few miles away, and knew that they might not have stuff, but he had a slaver friend who would be interested in them. There was at least ten of them, and they all appeared to be young and strong. It was as if the gods had decided to make up for his childhood and life so far by granting him this gift. Jairus grinned, and spat on the ground. "Let's ride, boys!"

Eagerly the men got onto their horses and rode after their leader. They were on horses, and the group they were chasing down were on foot. There was no way they could outrun them. Jairus grinned further as he took out his whip. Already he was mentally counting the coin he would make from this easy venture.

But that was before a woman stepped out in front of them, shooting her hand out. From her palm blossomed a bright white orb. It grew and exploded out. Jairus shielded his eyes instinctively, and his horse nearly threw him, frightened by the sudden outburst of light. The others had similar reactions, though four of them managed to ride around the outburst towards the fleeing children.

Jairus growled. "Foul woman! Curse ye light. Boys, ride about her!"

((OOC: In total, there are ten bandits, including Jairus. Four of the horsemen got past the light. One horseman goes after one kid. Feel free to control your bandit and have them do whatever. Ufomi I'm sorry to see you go but here's your chance for an epic death scene!))

 

[Eliasdagood]

You know one key thing that would help Anya in this situation? Being able to see. Oh, sure, she can see the horseman chasing after her, but she manages to run into four consecutive trees, and trip over a root in her attempts to escape. The bandit doesn’t even need to try to catch up with her.

Anya’s unseeing eyes are wide in terror as she gets up, only to feel something sharp touch the back of her neck. She can hear his laughter. He’s enjoying this. He can’t get over how pathetic she looks, her white hair stained with dirt and broken tree branches, her face cut by the ground below.

But she can also hear whispers, all around her. They’re drawn to her terror, her anger. Some want to protect her. Some simply want blood. She feels the swell of power within her, and is far too emotional to question it. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.

Anya screams, and all hell breaks loose around her. The man’s horse recognizes the danger before he does, throwing him off, and bolting away as he falls to the ground. The man looks up, hearing howling screams surround him, laughter of inhuman beings beyond anything he could ever understand.

They swirl around him like wind, raking into him with claws and fangs, while the human spirits surround Anya to protect her from further attacks. He stares at the girl, who’s gotten to her feet, her mouth still opened wide in a scream of rage she has no more breath for. Those beautiful blue eyes have gone black, inhuman, as her hair and clothes whip around her.

The man manages one last shriek of pure, mortal terror, before he falls dead. Immediately, the winds cease, the howling stops. Anya falls back to the ground, unconscious. She’s never done that before. She’s sure to have a lot of questions when she wakes. But for now, her spirits will stay by her unconscious form.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Era​

A non-harmful flare stopped six of ten. Era was surprised and frankly impressed with herself. As one was nearly flung away, she heard him curse her. If she wasn't made anxious by their threat and by the fact that four had passed her, she would have laughed. Instead, she ran at the one who had shouted at her and jumped to the side, away from him, then sprung off a small, invisible barrier she summoned there and collided with him. He was knocked off his horse and both Era and the bandit hit the ground with a thud that would most definitely leave a bruise on her shoulder. Immediately, she reached out with her left hand and a jolt of electricity stole consciousness from him.
'Don't try to cast curses. It ends well for no one,' She huffed before recovering. Glancing over her shoulder for half a second to see how far the four horsemen were from the children, she watched one collapse with a soul-shaking shriek from Anya, who looked like a banshee.
Looks like more than one of those kids had magic. Anyway,
Five to go...

Yatasal

(Ya gal, bein a badass)

 

[Yatasal]

They swirl around him like wind, raking into him with claws and fangs, while the human spirits surround Anya to protect her from further attacks. He stares at the girl, who’s gotten to her feet, her mouth still opened wide in a scream of rage she has no more breath for. Those beautiful blue eyes have gone black, inhuman, as her hair and clothes whip around her.

Jessie sat still in the blanket of shadow, holding Mumble close. The flare distracted the bandits momentarily, but four of them broke loose and one of them was chasing down Anya, who fell close to where Jessie was hiding. Anya turned over as the bandit laughed, enjoying his prize. Jessie sat, frozen in fear. Part of her wanted to help, to do something, anything to help Anya. But she froze.
And then Anya screamed.
Jessie had never heard anything like it. It wasn't even human, or it didn't sound like it. Lordy, she didn't know what fear was until she heard that scream. Even Mumble, as loyal as she was, broke free of Jessie's grip and bolted. Jessie couldn't move though, even though she too wanted to run. Something in her kept her still.
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain. . .
The wind picked up, and unseen forces whipped around Anya as she continued to scream. Jessie watched as the bandit was ripped apart by the forces, shrieking one last time before falling still. Anya hit the ground a moment after he did, completely unconscious. The wind died instantly, and the small thicket of trees returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened.
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
Jessie stared at the dead bandit, and couldn't make herself look away. Her vision tunneled as she stared at him, his mouth still open in a scream and his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull. Even in the dim light, she could see he had gone paler than paper.
I am the voice that is always calling you
I am the voice...
I WILL REMAIN
The last line shouted itself in Jessie's head, and she managed to shakily tear her vision away from the man. Who was this voice that was drawing all of them together? Why? What had they done?
Jessie slowly got out of her hiding spot, the shadow blanket melting away as soon as she started moving. She crawled over to where Anya had fallen, and even though she was now terrified of what Anya had done, she couldn't deny the part of her that knew Anya needed her help. She shook her shoulder, and whispered, "Anya? Anya, please don't be dead, please..."

 

[Eliasdagood]

Anya groans, waking up slowly, and looking up at Jessie blearily. Her eyes have gone back to normal now, as she coughs, her body shivering. “Oh… hi Jessie… what…” She groans, everything hurting for some reason. “What’s going on? Where did the guy go? Are we safe?”
Yatasal

 

[Yatasal]

“Oh… hi Jessie… what…” She groans, everything hurting for some reason. “What’s going on? Where did the guy go? Are we safe?”

Jessie bit her lip, and pointed. "He's over there."
Remembering a half second later that Anya couldn't see, Jessie whispered, "You killed him, Anya. It... you..." she couldn't form the right words, she didn't even know what to say. This was why magic was banned, should be banned. This was why she never should've left home. She shook her head. It didn't matter now--what mattered is they had to get away. But how could she trust Anya not to tear her apart, just like she had the bandit? How could anyone trust her?
"We need to stay here till the bandits go away," Jessie whispered. "Then... Lordy, I don't know. I'm just... I'm really scared."

 

[Eliasdagood]

Anya’s eyes widen, the shaking only getting worse. “What? How could I have-I couldn’t-“ she looks up and to her left, seemingly toward nothing. She shakes her head, then hastily sits up, putting her hands over her face as she starts crying. “What do you mean? Yes, I know they are attracted to fear, but how the hell could I have done that! How could I call up so many?” She’s sobbing now, unable to cope with what she’s done.
Yatasal

 

[Yatasal]

“What do you mean? Yes, I know they are attracted to fear, but how the hell could I have done that! How could I call up so many?”

Jessie put a hand over Anya's mouth, and stared down as the bandits continued to search the area. "We have to stay quiet." Her own fear was choking her, but she somehow managed to keep her head. Despite this, questions builded up in her mind. What did Anya mean by they? Who were they? Attracted by fear? Did she know she could do this? Clearly not, since she was so torn up about it.

 

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Ricollete Salida I Interacting: Yatasal Spazzycat101 I Mentioned: N/A I Located: Woods? Being attacked by bandits
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The bandits had got the jump on her but not for long. After ducking behind a tree to stuff the paper and charcoal in her pockets she wasn't going to stay cowering for long. She put the sheath back in its place on her belt and took out her sword. All this time training with dad will pay off first, she needed a shield. Ricollete took the charcoal out and wrote on her skin, a perfect battle shield for Ricollete Salida of course while she wrote a bandit had spotted her and she had to climb up the tree quickly to buy time to write. The man went up after her but by then she took her fingers and swiped them across the word. It felt tingly on her skin but in a second she was holding a shield perfect for her and perfect for jumping down and hitting that bastard with. Which was what she did. They tumbled down but she soon got on her feet and drew out the sword once more.

He laughed. "OI what are you going to do with that little lass? even know what you're doing kid?" He lunged at her with his daggers. Ri scoffed and ducked under his leaning body and cut from his torso up to his chin. He coughed and fell over. She may have not cut deep enough since the motion had to be quick but whether he died or not wasn't a concern for her. Ri went, blood from the bandit on her sword and clothes now, to stand by Era.

"I know how to fight Ma'am and I'm not afraid of anything. So don't shoo me away." [div class="Lines"][/div] [/div]

 

[Spazzycat101]

Era​

Era decided that, after Anya's display, the kids couldn't hold out until Era could get rid of the bandits and make it to them. Here she was then, hyper-aware at the five mounted enemies that were recovering from the flare, and the spooked horse that had run off a distance. She immediately noticed when Ri ran up to join her, but was alarmed nonetheless.
'I--o-okay. The can you go help get rid of the rest who made it past? I think there are three.'
Era spoke with a rapid-fire pace, just loud enough for Ri and Ri alone to hear. She claimed to be able to fight, and Era could see the blood staining her blade, but at the same time, Era had no clue what degree of skill she had. Even with her own aid, she was reluctant to let any of these children try to take on more than one adversary.

Yatasal AgWordSmith

 

[Eliasdagood]

Anya looks up at Jessie, and nods, gritting her teeth to try and stop from crying out any more. She just has no idea what to do about this. She’s had spirits possess her before, but even they’ve never killed anyone. But in one moment, her sense of security in that has shattered. She looks around, terrified that one of the bandits might have heard her
Yatasal

 

[Randomfella]

Santo Guineth
The Road West​

Santo could only watch on as spirits dug into the bandit, he wanted to help the girls after all, but at that moment he had no idea what to think. He didn't even know what had happened, clearly something magical, but as the white-haired girl dropped to the ground, he could only kneel down beside Jessie to watch over her. "What was that!?" He wondered to himself in disbelief, eyes gazing from Anya to Jessie, as the girl awoke. "Fear?" He couldn't fathom what she was talking about, her fear? The bandit's? What did it have to do with...

It seemed another of the bandits however, had seen his comrade brought down from afar. Perhaps in a panic, he rushed toward them, blade drawn, as he plunged it down into the first figure he could see. "Ungh!" It felt like his back was on fire, Santo could feel the tip of the blade in his capillaries, blocking the passages between them. The bandit stood still, watching over the few of them, pulling his blade back out of the fresh wound now present in Santo's shoulder. A small bout of blood shot out, but stopped after the first squirt, a hard scab of blood forming over it. "N-No..." Santo thought to himself, thoughts began to rush through his mind viciously, telling him to unleash it onto anyone he could see, to finally let loose what he had held inside for so long...

Closing his eyes tightly, his face grimacing, not just from pain, but from the thoughts he attempted to suppress, Santo drew the knife from it's sheath. It was only a couple of seconds, normally such a blow would have at least incapacitated such a child, yet the bandit couldn't help but watch the strange sight intently. That was until, Santo plunged the knife into his chest, almost instinctively, the figure falling to the ground with a sudden *Thud*.

Santo fell back onto his knees, hand clenching behind him where the blade had struck, his other clenching his forehead tightly. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..."; "Shut up!" He suddenly demanded out-loud, eyes still closed as he picked himself up from the ground, stumbling away from the two girls and over the still-breathing body, trying to distance himself from anyone as he began to fight the desires which plagued his mind.

Yatasal Eliasdagood

 

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Ricollete Salida I Interacting: Spazzycat101 Randomfella Yatasal Eliasdagood I Mentioned: N/AI Located: outside Fighting,
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Era​

Era decided that, after Anya's display, the kids couldn't hold out until Era could get rid of the bandits and make it to them. Here she was then, hyper-aware at the five mounted enemies that were recovering from the flare, and the spooked horse that had run off a distance. She immediately noticed when Ri ran up to join her, but was alarmed nonetheless. 'I--o-okay. The can you go help get rid of the rest who made it past? I think there are three.' Era spoke with a rapid-fire pace, just loud enough for Ri and Ri alone to hear. She claimed to be able to fight, and Era could see the blood staining her blade, but at the same time, Era had no clue what degree of skill she had. Even with her own aid, she was reluctant to let any of these children try to take on more than one adversary. Yatasal AgWordSmith

Santo Guineth The Road West​

Santo could only watch on as spirits dug into the bandit, he wanted to help the girls after all, but at that moment he had no idea what to think. He didn't even know what had happened, clearly something magical, but as the white-haired girl dropped to the ground, he could only kneel down beside Jessie to watch over her. "What was that!?" He wondered to himself in disbelief, eyes gazing from Anya to Jessie, as the girl awoke. "Fear?" He couldn't fathom what she was talking about, her fear? The bandit's? What did it have to do with... It seemed another of the bandits however, had seen his comrade brought down from afar. Perhaps in a panic, he rushed toward them, blade drawn, as he plunged it down into the first figure he could see. "Ungh!" It felt like his back was on fire, Santo could feel the tip of the blade in his capillaries, blocking the passages between them. The bandit stood still, watching over the few of them, pulling his blade back out of the fresh wound now present in Santo's shoulder. A small bout of blood shot out, but stopped after the first squirt, a hard scab of blood forming over it. "N-No..." Santo thought to himself, thoughts began to rush through his mind viciously, telling him to unleash it onto anyone he could see, to finally let loose what he had held inside for so long... Closing his eyes tightly, his face grimacing, not just from pain, but from the thoughts he attempted to suppress, Santo drew the knife from it's sheath. It was only a couple of seconds, normally such a blow would have at least incapacitated such a child, yet the bandit couldn't help but watch the strange sight intently. That was until, Santo plunged the knife into his chest, almost instinctively, the figure falling to the ground with a sudden *Thud*. Santo fell back onto his knees, hand clenching behind him where the blade had struck, his other clenching his forehead tightly. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..."; "Shut up!" He suddenly demanded out-loud, eyes still closed as he picked himself up from the ground, stumbling away from the two girls and over the still-breathing body, trying to distance himself from anyone as he began to fight the desires which plagued his mind. Yatasal Eliasdagood

Ri nodded and looked behind them to find the other bandits that had made it past Era. "On it. Just keep these guys away," She said back and saw a bandit falling away from Santa....Santo? Santo sounded right. Anyways, that made two bandits left for her to take care of right? It sounded right, Era said three went past her. Did that count the one Ri killed? so that would make one bandit, but then again, it may not count the one Ri took care of. "Thank you Santo, Good work." She smiled. "See the other one..ones? around here?" Ri kept her eye out, looking for the last guy or guys they may be smarter than the rest...waiting to sneak up on them.
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[Yatasal]

"Shut up!" He suddenly demanded out-loud, eyes still closed as he picked himself up from the ground, stumbling away from the two girls and over the still-breathing body, trying to distance himself from anyone as he began to fight the desires which plagued his mind.

"Thank you Santo, Good work." She smiled. "See the other one..ones? around here?"

A bandit, Lortab, screamed as he saw Santo kill his brother. He whipped out two swords, and barrelled straight for Santo's prone form.

Era spoke with a rapid-fire pace, just loud enough for Ri and Ri alone to hear.

Another two bandits ganged up on Era, angry that she had possibly killed their leader. One swung a club, the other had lost his weapon and got in a lucky right cross to Era's jaw.


Jessie didn't know what to do. She reached for Mumble, but the dog had run away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Anya despite her own terror and exhaled. As she did, a blanket of shadow covered them. To the untrained eye, they disappeared into the trees. Jessie watched a bandit head for Santo, and screamed, "Santo look out!"

 

[Svisttt]

Silan Munroe

Everything seemed to be happening way too fast. Era had yelled at them to run, and though he'd hesitated at first, he didn't need to be told again once he saw the figures off in the distance. And... all that running just led up to Silan crouching behind a couple bushes a bit secluded from the unfolding chaos, eyes frantically glancing around for danger.

What can I do?

Deep breath. Exhale. Everything will be fine. Where was his knife? The inn. He held back a groan, wishing the bandits could've come after Rico had gotten everyone's stuff.

Relax. Breathe. Ignore the fact Anya just did Gods know what. She was on the ground now, the poor girl, after... after... well, Silan just hoped he'd never get to hear that heart wrenching screech again in his lifetime. He was glad the bandit after the blind girl hadn't cause much harm to her, even if it had-

Don't think about it.

He hadn't realized he'd been staring at the corpse, and quickly tore his eyes away and was about to stand to make sure Anya was alright, when Jessie seemingly appeared out of no where to help the other girl. And then... they were gone again, off further into the trees, Silan presumed. Yet he still heard Jessie's voice, calling out to Santo.

(OOC: oh goodness I'm so late for a reply I'm sorry, I'm kinda overwhelmed by all the posts I gotta catch up with hah so I wasn't really sure what to have Silan do, I'm really unsatisfied with this post but at least my bab is somewhat existent now)

 

[Spazzycat101]

Era​

As Ri retreated to help the others, Era easily dodged the blow of a club from one of the two that had dismounted to fight her. But a moment later was stunned by a hit that struck her jaw. It would leave a bad bruise, but there was more surprise than pain. As soon as she recovered, Era somersaulted backward to avoid another attack from the one wielding a weapon. As the unarmed bandit advanced again, she cast a barrier immediately in front of him. It was almost comical how he fell backward, unconscious; he had literally charged face-first into a wall. The other swung at her with the club again, and it hit her shoulder. He didn't aim well though, and the handle of the weapon hit her rather than the head of it. Nothing broken, but a shout of pain and definitely no use for that arm for a while. In a sequence with practiced fluency, Era stepped back and flipped over the adversary, then shot her foot out to kick him just beneath his shoulder blades. It stunned him enough to collapse, so she stole a glance behind her again. Everyone seemed fine. No very visible turmoil.
Era herself was beginning to look a bit on the bad side of battered, though.
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Santo Guineth
The Road West​

Still clenching his head, as well as the wound on his back, Santo did his best to continue onward, attempting to ignore anything from distracting him. "The flow, the building pressure in our veins, you feel it, don't you?" His thoughts rattled at him, too many whispers to count clawing at the back of his mind. "N-No... I." He continued to tell himself he could get past this, he didn't need whatever this was, he didn't want to do it again. "They're coming for you, for all of them, to kill them." The whispers continued to gnaw as he battled against this strange feeling, this instinct to let the wound open, to lash out at their attackers.

"Ngh!" Santo let out a short grunt as Ri approached, his eyes closed tightly shut, wincing open slightly to look at the one talking to him. "Go... Away." A hushed voice escaped through clenched teeth, it almost sounded rude in nature, though in truth he feared what might happen, it had been so long... His thoughts never stopped reminding him. Santo's right eye opened wide as he noticed the bandit approaching. "No... No..." He told himself out-loud, awaiting the approaching outlaw with concern. Yet as he grew closer, so did the intensity rise, control starting to slip as blood dripped from the hand which held his shoulder, leaking from the opening wound.

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[AgWordSmith]

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Ricollete Salida I Interacting: Yatasal Randomfella I Mentioned: Eliasdagood I Located: outside; fighting
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A bandit, Lortab, screamed as he saw Santo kill his brother. He whipped out two swords, and barrelled straight for Santo's prone form.

"Ngh!" Santo let out a short grunt as Ri approached, his eyes closed tightly shut, wincing open slightly to look at the one talking to him. "Go... Away." A hushed voice escaped through clenched teeth, it almost sounded rude in nature, though in truth he feared what might happen, it had been so long... His thoughts never stopped reminding him. Santo's right eye opened wide as he noticed the bandit approaching. "No... No..." He told himself out-loud, awaiting the approaching outlaw with concern. Yet as he grew closer, so did the intensity rise, control starting to slip as blood dripped from the hand which held his shoulder, leaking from the opening wound.

Ri turned as Jessica yelled out to Santo. There was another bandit coming right for him and yet....The guy seemed to approach the bandit with caution, trying to hold something back she guessed? He was bleeding, maybe he was hurt badly. This guy needed to act faster else that bandit would be beating him up in know time. "Santo hit him already! There's no time for pausing in a fight." Ri ran up behind Santo and twisted past him, using the motion to guide her sword into the Bandit's arm and slice right into it. Quickly she stepped back tp get ready for a counter blow, hopefully that was distraction enough for Santo to gain some common sense. You can't just waltz up to a guy who ready to attack you. That was a hard lesson for her self to understand and still it was hard not to do so. This would be a great opportunity for Santo to do what h's building himself up for doing, or to run. The look on his face look more pained than concentrated. Maybe we was really hurt after all?

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[Yatasal]

"Hey you better get out of here before you get beat up by a girl."

The bandit howled with laughter, although there was no real pleasure in it. Or happiness. "I've beat girls younger than you. You're dead, and so is your friend for killing my brother!"
He swung his sword against the girl's, and gritted his teeth. He wasn't afraid to fight dirty; he kneed her in the stomach, and stepped back, adjusting his footwork. But he forgot it as soon as he shoved Ri aside and went again for Santo's head.
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[Randomfella]

Santo Guineth
The Road West​

The bandit continued on, seeming to push past Ri toward Santo, and still, he tried to keep control of his thoughts. It was as if the outside world no longer existed, his mind so invested in controlling itself that all of the sounds were blocked out, his eyes closing to prevent any images. The blade was swung cleanly, aiming straight for the young man's neck. Time almost seemed to slow as the edge of the blade grew ever closer to the boys flesh, millimetres between them, the cold steel could almost be felt as Santo's mind slipped.

A viscous red fluid erupted, but not from Santo's neck. The blood flowing from the wound in his shoulder suddenly shooting out, crawling up to the centre of his neck, as two thin tendrils leapt onto the blade, hardening at almost an instant just before it could strike. The attackers eyes opened wide in shock at the sight of it, the unnatural power. Santo's head, clenched within his hand, dragging down, paused along with the rest of his body. Yet, as he latched onto the blade, his hand dropped, face turning to stare into the aggressor's, eyes opening to reveal two red iris staring into the man's. Rapidly, three strands dripped from his shoulder, hardening into what seemed like red spears, as they shot upward into the bottom of their assailant's jaw.

After a short moment of silence, the strange hardened blood turned to liquid, falling to the ground like the patters of heavy rain, the bandit's body soon following as he was released, and then Santo, to one knee. Blood leaked profusely from his shoulder, though there was no form to it. In his mind, all he could see now was their attackers expression, a cruel reminder stuck within his mind. Slowly, his head turned, looking up toward Ri. He paused once again, an expression of concern spread across it, his irides returning to normal. Then... He panicked, clambering to his feet as he began to run from the others, hand clenching his forehead once more as he did. "No... No... Not again!" He could be heard mumbling to himself in what sounded like fear.

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