Mystics Apprentice
Colorfully Ecstatic Time Mage
–Orion, Grimoire Quest–
Elrandir , Thanny
Orion stood alongside Iseult as the elf kicked the door down, having been rather silent until this point. He rose a hand in a peaceful gesture. "No one move, and you will not be–" he started, but his words fell short when Iseult threw daggers to kill the goblins. A sigh escaped Orion as he charged another goblin, attempting a punch in the jaw of his neighbor before attempting to bring the other goblin into a chokehold in the crook of his arm.
"I was hoping we could come up with a more peaceful solution, young elf," Orion said dismally. "If we held them captive and bound them, there's a chance that we could use them as a bartering piece for the grimoire."
The monk's gaze shifted toward the woman. "It is alright; we will not allow any harm to come to you. What is your name?"
–Isadora, Undead Incursion–
HeartOfFerria , Scrapmaster , Thanny
Isadora glanced in Pang's direction as the Zouyu headed her way. She waved him off. "I'll be fine! Don't worry about me!" Her emerald gaze followed the fireball zooming past, striking the wall from behind the combatants. They needed to find the source of this blast, and quickly! The destruction that he'd be able to conjure would be catastrophic, especially if he could land such fireballs with great precision from such a distance.
It was hard for Isadora to discern the sender. She began fumbling in that direction, shoving undead bodies with her scythe as she fought past. One grasped her hair, mouth agape, and spear ready to run her through. She gripped the upper pole of the spear, melting the metal with her scorching touch before shoving the heated pole back in the direction of the undead assaulting her. It let out a cry, concerned about the damage she wrought. Taking this opportunity, she swung its head clean off its shoulders with a well-met swing of her scythe, before the proud woman continued on her journey to find the flame-wielder.
She fell short in her tracks as Pang placed a hand on her shoulder, not realizing that the Zouyu had been following her through the hoards of undead during her search for Mio Mirando. Her gaze fell to her shoulder before meeting the tiger's eyes. There was something oddly gentle in his demeanor, which always surprised her given that he was a tiger and, well, fiercer in nature. "You have my thanks," she told Pang. "I will give it what I can."
She could feel the pool of her mana increase, a strange electrical charge setting upon her shoulders and an odd tingling that surged through her fingertips. She felt great, invincible even. The raven-haired elf turned and noticed the zombie with a crown, and it didn't take her long to discern that this was likely the mastermind behind the destruction of the wall.
Twirling her scythe, Isadora brought a hand to her chest, uttering a quiet prayer.
Jabbing her scythe into the ground, Isadora invoked upon her patron, a green aura emanating around the woman briefly. This would grant her access to light and healing magic. Something which, she felt, would prove most useful against her current adversary.
The wall of flame which he conjured troubled Isadora, but while he was distracted seemed like the perfect opportunity to strike. Bringing the base of her palms together, Isadora let loose a beam of white holy energy to charge Mio Mirando, aiming for the torso. It would be likely, at that point, that she would've arrested his attention. She offered him a soft smile as she approached, her gait confident, if not arrogant, as she approached.
"Your reign of terror ends here," she said. "I will not allow you to torment the people of this village any longer."
Elrandir , Thanny
Orion stood alongside Iseult as the elf kicked the door down, having been rather silent until this point. He rose a hand in a peaceful gesture. "No one move, and you will not be–" he started, but his words fell short when Iseult threw daggers to kill the goblins. A sigh escaped Orion as he charged another goblin, attempting a punch in the jaw of his neighbor before attempting to bring the other goblin into a chokehold in the crook of his arm.
"I was hoping we could come up with a more peaceful solution, young elf," Orion said dismally. "If we held them captive and bound them, there's a chance that we could use them as a bartering piece for the grimoire."
The monk's gaze shifted toward the woman. "It is alright; we will not allow any harm to come to you. What is your name?"
–Isadora, Undead Incursion–
HeartOfFerria , Scrapmaster , Thanny
Isadora glanced in Pang's direction as the Zouyu headed her way. She waved him off. "I'll be fine! Don't worry about me!" Her emerald gaze followed the fireball zooming past, striking the wall from behind the combatants. They needed to find the source of this blast, and quickly! The destruction that he'd be able to conjure would be catastrophic, especially if he could land such fireballs with great precision from such a distance.
It was hard for Isadora to discern the sender. She began fumbling in that direction, shoving undead bodies with her scythe as she fought past. One grasped her hair, mouth agape, and spear ready to run her through. She gripped the upper pole of the spear, melting the metal with her scorching touch before shoving the heated pole back in the direction of the undead assaulting her. It let out a cry, concerned about the damage she wrought. Taking this opportunity, she swung its head clean off its shoulders with a well-met swing of her scythe, before the proud woman continued on her journey to find the flame-wielder.
She fell short in her tracks as Pang placed a hand on her shoulder, not realizing that the Zouyu had been following her through the hoards of undead during her search for Mio Mirando. Her gaze fell to her shoulder before meeting the tiger's eyes. There was something oddly gentle in his demeanor, which always surprised her given that he was a tiger and, well, fiercer in nature. "You have my thanks," she told Pang. "I will give it what I can."
She could feel the pool of her mana increase, a strange electrical charge setting upon her shoulders and an odd tingling that surged through her fingertips. She felt great, invincible even. The raven-haired elf turned and noticed the zombie with a crown, and it didn't take her long to discern that this was likely the mastermind behind the destruction of the wall.
Twirling her scythe, Isadora brought a hand to her chest, uttering a quiet prayer.
O' bringer of light
Bearer of wings
Bless me with the holy mana bequeathed unto thee!
Bearer of wings
Bless me with the holy mana bequeathed unto thee!
Jabbing her scythe into the ground, Isadora invoked upon her patron, a green aura emanating around the woman briefly. This would grant her access to light and healing magic. Something which, she felt, would prove most useful against her current adversary.
The wall of flame which he conjured troubled Isadora, but while he was distracted seemed like the perfect opportunity to strike. Bringing the base of her palms together, Isadora let loose a beam of white holy energy to charge Mio Mirando, aiming for the torso. It would be likely, at that point, that she would've arrested his attention. She offered him a soft smile as she approached, her gait confident, if not arrogant, as she approached.
"Your reign of terror ends here," she said. "I will not allow you to torment the people of this village any longer."