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| Summoning of Lancer; Day 1, Sewer Junction | |
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| Topic Started: May 10 2016, 09:55 PM (221 Views) | |
| Native | May 10 2016, 09:55 PM Post #1 |
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August 4th - 02:12 Below the City, Sewer Junction Near the heart of the city, or more correctly, below it, almost in total darkness, the soft sounds of footsteps disturb the otherwise silent tunnel. Though one would generally expect the steady dripping or gurgling of streams, this particular tunnel runs beneath a large park; and as such, barring rainy days, little water or waste passes through here. That makes this particular junction the perfect breeding grounds for rats and other vermin, all of which strangely missing at this time, leading to the eerie stillness. Not strange to the magus walking the tunnel, of course, as she was the one that ordered them to leave her for a moment. The task ahead required precision, and their presence was an unnecessary risk. The magus enters a room in the darkness, the metal door’s squeal resonating through the darkness behind her, as she flips a switch to bring the room to light. A machine room? Or a control room? Pipes and levers cover the walls, closing certain valves or redirecting water to other drains. A few switches control the lights in this section of the tunnel, explaining the darkness now behind her. While any human might want for light in the tunnel, she herself did not need it, having traveled this path a hundred times. And judging from the things strewn about the floor, this is clearly where this magus lives; A simple leather roll, a small fireplace in the corner, under the ventilating fan, only used for cooking at night, and a plethora of important research and magical baubles tucked onto or behind the pipes on the walls, using them as makeshift shelves wherever she could find space. The woman's bow and quiver find their rest hanging on a valve near the door, as she closes the door behind her. The floor, it seems, was hastily swept, and a magical circle takes up the majority of the room, displacing much of the less valuable junk and baubles to it’s edges. The magus approaches its' center, taking practiced steps, having carefully studied the ritual from her last victim's stolen journal. She slowly withdraws her prize she had been careful to keep on her since the murder. A small object wrapped in velvet, she lays it down in the center of the circle, unraveling it to reveal a pair of simple iron links, clearly ages old, the edges of it shattered and twisted off forcefully. Their meaning is beyond the magus, whom only from stolen information, understands that these iron links were tied, karmically, to an ancient hero long dead, who’s name or deed the magus is not learned enough to know. She need not know, however, as long as the ritual succeeds and provides her the weapon she needs to fight in the upcoming war. A weapon that will help her guarantee her life’s work sees it’s goal. The weapon’s ability to speak or think for itself was actually something of a hinderance to her, being completely unaccustomed to sharing her mind with another being. Still, if this “Servant” was as powerful as was written in the man’s journal, it was not something she could win the war without, considering her own piddling powers; and definitely not something to pass up simply because she was afraid of having company. Steeling her resolve with a mere moment’s breath and meditation, the magus Gutter, as she was called and called herself, began to chant. Carefully memorized, but without knowing the true meaning of the words, much like the links on the floor before her, the chant was simply part of the ritual and were recited without emotion. Still, as she continued, she felt emotions she had not felt in a long time. Anticipation. Excitement. Fear. She could not deny the incredible power slowly filling the room as she continued. A powerful weapon indeed, if one could judge from the way the circle began to glow and hum. Far stronger than any spell she could have concieved; in fact, to compare the power between the two would be laughable, to say the least. Instinctively fearful of the great power now resonating through the room, she was almost relieved to reach the final lines of the chant... And shocked again when they caused an eruption of light, suffusing through the room, completely engulfing her vision. |
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| Kalleth | May 11 2016, 05:07 AM Post #2 |
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August 4th - 02:18 Below the City, Sewer Junction ![]() The compulsion shocked him from the core of his being. What had been a facsimile of beautiful and peaceful bliss, was now being jarringly disrupted. The insular pressure was alleviated from his being and he felt a violent tugging sensation from every direction. A hissing filled his ears, which in a moment of recognition, led to him discovering he now possessed actual ears. The unseen construction of a body; his body, was taking place at rapid speeds in, around, and through him. He felt incredibly disoriented and it did not make matters better that the soothing lack of sight was coming to an abrupt end as well, with a brightness filling his vision. A churning was felt in his newly-formed gut and he felt himself rising at an accelerating velocity. A shrivelling rippled along his limbs, up his torso and finally along his neck to his chin and across his face. Sensory overload crippled him, and it took him a long minute to absorb the five perceptions that wafted through his consciousness like wanton children meandering and playing games... ![]() He could see... not much. The surroundings were dank, gloomy, and not in all honesty much better then his previous existence's quality of life. The grotto had the semblance of being occupied and was filled with clutter that was hard to distinguish from the pipes that filled the room. He was also standing in the middle of a circle of symbols, and he spotted a smoking something on the ground in front of him. He could smell the faint scent of rot, sort of tamped down under the smell of smoke, and sweat, and steam. He could hear faint dripping, and the distant rumblings of either the world above or below, but he did not know which. He felt warm, and also vulnerable in such a confined space, where there was only one observable exit. He tasted nothing, but his own stale saliva which he promptly swallowed before inhaling deeply. In the back of his mind, an otherness had deposited knowledge. Alongside his past memories, and the incongruity of the new existence he now occupied, this otherness now unlocked the connections he needed to make to maintain sanity. A heroic spirit, raised to fight in a great War, alongside a...master. He would have to think more on that later, what mattered now was establishing his place and covenant, or so the otherness provided. It appeared that his senses not only were far superior to his previous life, he also processed things much more quickly. As the light of his summons faded, he straightened his posture almost out of instinct and stood at attention. Garbed as he was, in scratched and dented armour, underneath which lay layers of beaten old leather, he was beginning to sweat. This was not merely due to the heat of his garb or location, for in front of him stood a short woman who wore leather and fur, and tooth and gem. She did not seem to be outwardly startled by him, perhaps merely fazed by the lights that heralded his arrival. At a loss for words, he ignored the drop of sweat trailing his cheekbone and he bent down to pick up the smoking item directly at his feet. As smoke dissipated and the item cooled, he saw it was a pair of twisted iron links, rusted and weathered from the passage of time. A chill ran down his spine. It evoked powerful memories and thoughts in him. Determined to set those feelings aside, he set down the iron rings and stood straight once more staring at the woman in his presence. Locking gazes with her reaffirmed his sense of being, and he could sense that she was the one who had tugged him out of that endless dark, that nescient prison within which he had dwelled so long. He approved greatly of that, and in that moment, he knew his name, his purpose, and his being were at one with each other. The time had come that he begin the dialogue that the otherness insisted must take some shape or form at this juncture. Clearing his throat, he spoke, invoking a sonorous yet non-hostile tone. "Well-met my lady. I have come at your beckoning, and in doing so, we may both further our goals in this most glorious of realms. I have one biting curiosity which I need sated however, and that is that I must know exactly how you came upon these," he said with warmth, gesturing towards the iron rings still in the summoning circle. Edited by Kalleth, May 11 2016, 05:27 AM.
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| Native | May 11 2016, 11:31 PM Post #3 |
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A warrior, clearly, standing tall and proud was before her, garbed in battle dress, as far as Gutter could tell. Though she had never seen such armor before, it's purpose was clear and made obvious the man's profession. Instinctively, she knew that this man or... Spirit. Could most easily stride across the room and tear her head off with there being nothing she could do to stop him. Such a powerful, dangerous thing she had summoned... And yet, he had a most human reaction to his surroundings, steadily taking them in and resting his attention upon the iron links upon the floor. "Well-met my lady. I have come at your beckoning, and in doing so, we may both further our goals in this most glorious of realms. I have one biting curiosity which I need sated however, and that is that I must know exactly how you came upon these," Gutter was glad that he had spoken first, as she had already forgotten the thing could speak. So used to her solitude was she that she had assumed all things only required her observation, not conversation. "Servant.", she started awkwardly, not sure how to address the being besides with it's designation. "Were those not yours, once?". She paused a moment to ponder how to approach the topic of her obtaining these. Was he expecting their previous owner as his master? If so, would he not be offended that she slew him? Still, she wasn't comfortable enough with conversation to try and manage a lie to the great spirit and went with the truth. She began with an awkward apology because she knew that is how a guilty party was supposed to begin conversation, but she felt no guilt for her actions herself: "I... Apologize? If you had been expecting their previous owner, but I have already slain him. Only but a month ago, not far from here. He had said they were the key to summoning a Heroic Spirit for this Grail War about to take place." Waving towards him with an awkward nod, as if to point out the obvious, "And he was right... And I am... Glad?" Again, an attempt at proper conversation with emotions that she did not feel. In truth, she was only as relieved as she was scared of the being before her and she allowed it into her words. Could she, with her most meager strength, even control this being to fight this war? In terms of power, her Servant was so clearly the greater between the two that she could not help but feel she lacked compromise. She needed to know what the Servant wanted, if she were to properly devote him to her own goals. As it stood, he could walk out or slay her this moment and there would be nothing stopping him this moment... She was all to aware of the strong treading upon the weak, and she immediately sought leverage lest she be trampled. "You say that we may both further our goals and this... Yes, this is why I have summoned you, to obtain this Holy Grail and fulfill my wish but... You, Servant. What is your goal that you are trying to fulfill? I must know if we are to... Cooperate." Again, a word she had never used. |
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| Kalleth | May 13 2016, 03:58 PM Post #4 |
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He stood silent as this woman spoke with reluctance and uncertainty thickly colouring her intonation and revealing her intent. She was probing, trying to figure something out without directly asking, and he twitched with irritation at the excessive prudence with which she explained herself. He wondered especially how much she would willingly share with him. The otherness seemed to be waiting in the wings, as though it had seen this process all before, and he drew no further wisdom from its quiet council. "If you did not know how these came into your possession, or rather the possession of the individual you stole these from, you had only to say so. And I could not possibly have expected anybody to have dragged me from the other place, so to consider that I would is ridiculous. Now, you desire to know my wish? A truly personal inquiry, and something that I have died for...in the past." His head hurt, but he betrayed no discomfort. "My wish, is for all chains to be broken. All bindings undone. All oppression cast down. I want freedom, and opportunity, and potential to be tapped to its limits and beyond. I am the enemy of all who seek to entrap, to conquer, to take away, and I am a friend to all those who give, who foster goodness in others, and those who lift up the world to ever greater heights. I am the Rebel King whose subjects are his equals, and I am he who leads all others into the light of true freedom, and deliverance from all burdens." Somewhere along his soliloquy, he had started to feel the otherness press against his consciousness again. It's urgency unsettled him but he heeded its words. He had to continue whatever this strange process was, in order to allow his goals to be accomplished. "Indeed if we are to cooperate, I must know how to address you. What do I call you?" |
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| Native | May 15 2016, 11:19 AM Post #5 |
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"My wish, is for all chains to be broken. All bindings undone. All oppression cast down. I want freedom, and opportunity, and potential to be tapped to its limits and beyond. I am the enemy of all who seek to entrap, to conquer, to take away, and I am a friend to all those who give, who foster goodness in others, and those who lift up the world to ever greater heights. I am the Rebel King whose subjects are his equals, and I am he who leads all others into the light of true freedom, and deliverance from all burdens." While Gutter might normally be suspicious of one who claimed to champion the oppressed, she felt assured he was not lying. Perhaps it was because this being was so overwhelming in strength since it was, after all, the place of the weak to lie. This Servant of hers was telling the truth, and furthermore, was likely proud of it. "I'm relieved to hear it, Rebel King. Your enemies would be my enemies, then, as I have lived my life in the shadow of these... "Oppressors", you mentioned." She quickly amended, "I mean they are different ones than yours, of course, but... I assume they are not too different. We are humans, afterall.", she said with some sadness, as if she envied this spirit's position outside of humanity, free from the eternal mistakes and suffering that her fate was bound to. "This tendency of humans will never change... And I seek to right this." She was surprised that she was so forthcoming with this Servant of hers. Some part of it may have been because she didn't consider him human, but there was also likely a part of her that sought a kindred spirit within him. Finally, someone whom honestly held the same ambitions as she. Not once in her life had Gutter attempted to explain herself to another, as she had never expected a human could understand her. How wondrous this Grail was, to bring this Servant to her. "Indeed if we are to cooperate, I must know how to address you. What do I call you?" She answered immediately, not needing to ponder deception. Having held no meaningful relations with another, her name was of little importance to her and she went with whatever was convenient, "Gutter. It may seem strange to you, but it is... Strangely fitting. It's what the locals call me." They called her that when they glimpsed her slinking around at night, a local myth, even. Feeling talkative, and more than anything, wanting to let this Rebel King know that she was worth serving, she launched into a quick explanation of the name. "The Gutter is my home... And it's what people think of me... Trash... Vermin. And, it's also my... "Job"... No, my "Work"... I "gut" the local Magus to help me with my projects. It's... It's how I learn magic, since I never had a teacher." She said, waving to the walls, where all the papers and baubles were stored. The vast majority of them stolen from some Magus' estate. Because she lacked a formal magical education, this was the only way she could develop anything... And then she stopped abruptly, with a chill down her spine. She had had every intention of continuing her explanation, perhaps even building trust with this Servant, but she stopped before explaining the final meaning behind Gutter. She had recalled the owners of these baubles and papers. She had recalled the blood and gore that was left in a sewer tunnel not even too far away, to wash away and be eaten by the local vermin. A number of bodies were there, Magus and humans, all Gutted in her attempts to understand the source of Magic. To understand what a Magic Circuit was and if she could appropriate a Magus' Magic Crest. It was an experiment that had never made much progress, even at such cost. It was an experiment that she regretted, but ultimately sought to continue, if she was to complete her project... Still, it was an experiment that she did not feel like sharing with her Servant. Her emotions and expressions somewhat darkened by this recent memory, she clumsily tried to bypass the subject, "I am Gutter, and the name means many things." Gutter didn't even consider asking the Servant's name, having never remembered another name in her life. It just didn't have a part in her life of solitude. Wanting to move the topic to something more productive, Gutter went on, "So, we are in this war..." Acknowledging her lack of experience, she stated evenly, "And I don't know how to fight it. I had planned to hide until one of my friends" (She meant Rats or crows) "had returned with sight of a Magus, and then strike at night, as I usually do, but... As a Servant of the Grail, do you have another idea on what must be done?" She wasn't used to taking council, or having council at all, but it wouldn't be particularly clever to dismiss what the weapon had to say about his battles. |
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| Kalleth | May 15 2016, 06:05 PM Post #6 |
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He listened attentively as she spoke, but while doing so, he sat down and drew the two rings of iron to his side. He played his fingers along the rust-encrusted edges, and spun them around in his hands. As he waited patiently for her to finish speaking, he began pressing his hands inside the rings, a crooked grin playing at his lips. They still bore slight warps from where he'd bent them so long ago. The otherness sang to him then, speaking of high things, things dark and corrupt, and he felt a painful twinge in his heart then, realizations toppling into his consciousness as only pieces of a damning puzzle, slowly revealing the greater, more awesome mural. He scratched as his stubble pensively, eyeing the gently swinging circlets that caught his wrists perfectly. He drew his arms up and out, then swung them into his chest, the phantom sensation and scene from his past playing out in his mind in perfect synchronicity. The roar of the crowd. The cheers. ![]() The screams. "...do you have another idea on what must be done?" Everything that Gutter had said still stuck in his mind, mingling with what he'd just experienced and it clicked in mind just then. In the past several minutes since he'd been summoned, he now possessed the clearest picture of his situation yet, and it gave him a bittersweet taste on his tongue that he suspected would only grow stronger. "I thank you for your candor, and our relationship should only grow stronger from now onward. You should call me by a name as well, though like yours, mine does not... simply it is not the name you and others would know me by. Call me Quintus." The quirk in his mouth turned into a bitter sneer. "I cannot explain to you why, but it gives me great pleasure to bear this name. I hope I do it justice." He - Quintus -, clenched his fists and slammed them together. "As you've said, I have more expertise in war than you, however you most likely possess a familiarity with this time and place that I lack. You also possess those," Quintus pointed to the seals of power which he saw marked brightly on Gutter. "Those are a distinct advantage to you and I both, and I encourage you not to use them lightly." The otherness explained, and Quintus grit his teeth. "Those are...command seals. They allow you to harness magical reserves in the...Grail? Yes, and they allow you to command me to do things I might otherwise be incapable of doing. So long as you use them responsibly, we need not have any dispute on that front. However... Should you misuse those gifts, you will not merely have six servants and masters to confront, and alone as well..." Quintus spun his bracelets and stood up, licking his lips. "As to strategy... I would say we need to acquire a lay of the land, knowledge of the battlefield at all costs. We should make ourselves abreast to any conflict that arises, yet avoid it at all costs. We are not yet prepared to deal with a full confrontation, not if your prana reserves are anything to go by. You are weak, are you not?" Edited by Kalleth, May 15 2016, 06:15 PM.
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| Native | May 16 2016, 10:21 PM Post #7 |
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“Quintus, then… Quintus.” Gutter repeated twice, to ensure she remembered it when the time came. This was a name she might need later, unlike any other before. She let her Servant continue, culminating in a stress of importance behind her Command Seals. Gutter had known what they were, but not how to use them, per say. They could be used, as the name implied, for commands, but beyond that..."They allow you to harness magical reserves in the...Grail? Yes, and they allow you to command me to do things I might otherwise be incapable of doing. So long as you use them responsibly, we need not have any dispute on that front. However... Should you misuse those gifts, you will not merely have six servants and masters to confront, and alone as well..." Gutter simply nodded in understanding. His Servant wished not to be chained, and she could understand that feeling. Another surprise, however, for Gutter whom had been expecting something like a familiar or a guardian delivered from the Grail to fight the war with. At this rate, it seemed she would be mostly leaving him to his own and assisting with the command seals if the situation was most dire. "As to strategy... I would say we need to acquire a lay of the land, knowledge of the battlefield at all costs. We should make ourselves abreast to any conflict that arises, yet avoid it at all costs. We are not yet prepared to deal with a full confrontation, not if your prana reserves are anything to go by. You are weak, are you not?" Weak, she was, and she didn't even need to acknowledge that. A quick look at the surroundings would tell anyone that she was a woman in hiding at all times. However... "While I am as weak a magus as you can guess, I have my ways... And I believe I have a spell that can teach you the intricacies of the city in perhaps... Half an hour? If you would allow me to prepare the rituals." Gutter wondered a moment how her Servant would take her particular expertise. It would sour the mood of any honorable warrior, she assumed, but he did just value this knowledge at "all costs"... At the very least, she would wait for his approval before moving forward, even though she had not explicitly explained what this would entail. |
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| Kalleth | May 17 2016, 03:04 AM Post #8 |
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Quintus flexed his hands, and slowly popped each knuckle with purpose. When he'd finished popping the tenth knuckle, he cleared his throat and nodded. "You must do what needs doing Gutter, and with time on our side, we shall be all the more capable of formulating an appropriate strategy." Without further comment, Quintus felt himself thin out, as his essence diluted to its invisible, spirit form, as a means of stealth and conserving prana. The otherness had quietened for a time, and he could only presume that his initial meeting with his master had gone over well enough. Should you need anything, you need only to whisper it, and I shall hear. I will await your rituals with interest. I must know how my master does magic, in order to gain insight on how to best serve you on the martial field. Edited by Kalleth, May 17 2016, 03:04 AM.
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| Native | May 17 2016, 06:52 AM Post #9 |
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With Quintus' approval, Gutter set to work immediately, only sparing a moment's surprise over the vanishing of her Guardian; moving on after being reassured that he was indeed still nearby. Reaching for the gemmed flute at her hip, Gutter quickly blew a specific sequence of inaudible notes. Though she might not hear it, she knew the notes by heart, years and years of trial, error, and instinct coming together in her mastery over this magic. Her fingers racing to different, complicated positions, she continued to play this silent instrument for over a minute before it's effects could begin to be noticed. There was a commotion outside her humble abode, audible even through the closed metal door. Opening the door revealed a shifting darkness, a low rumble, and a cacophony of squeaking and other hissing noises. The darkness was in fact a steady stream of rats and other vermin making their way through the tunnel, just out of the light. Being used to such a scene, Gutter continued to play her flute in face of such a sight, slowly drawing out one by one certain rats that had traveled from certain places, and from those, she slowly filtered them out by their size. The bigger ones tended to travel further and were more bold and exploratory, serving her need now. Over 5 minutes of this stream of rats and vermin passed through the tunnel nearby before Gutter was satisfied with her selection, blowing a sharp note to scatter the stream back into nearby vents and adjacent tunnels. Four fat rats, each scarred and marked in their own way from aggressive fighting were bunched together with a single crow, all standing still within the tunnel, as if still listening for further instructions. While Gutter always interpreted these few that stayed as volunteers, they were more like puppets before the flute, their minds so attuned to it's music that they were incapable of thinking for themselves without release. While she began drawing a magic circle around the five still creatures, she gave a quick explanation to her Servant nearby. "I have taught the nearby creatures, only small ones, to listen for the sound of my flute. They understand what it is we need, and are willing to sacrifice themselves for our greater goal." Gutter genuinely believed what she said about these animals being willing for what came next. She believed these creatures to be comrades and kindred spirits, sitting oppressed in the shadow of humanity. In reality, these creatures were simply all infected by the same spell that enslaved them to her music. She had no way of knowing this, however, and began to talk again once she was finished drawing the proper circles. "The ritual is simple. I kill these volunteers and they provide their day's memories to me. Everything they see and hear, and everything they feel on the streets... Every tunnel and alleyway, they've memorized by nature. They teach this to me with their sacrifice so that I may carry on their will." Now she was anointing one of her bone knives with a vial she pulled from her pouch. This bone was pointed, like a thin dagger, meant for puncturing, and as she pricked each creature with it's tip, they slouched over, much like a puppet who's strings had been cut. "This is a special poison I've made. It causes paralysis. It is to make sure my friends and enemies do not suffer in their last moments." Given perhaps ten or so minutes, these small creatures would eventually suffocate from the spreading paralysis. It was important that they die by dagger before that. Setting aside the poisoned bone, Gutter drew a second, longer and thicker bone dagger, this one sharpened for slashing instead and offered it towards the center of the room. "Please. Kill them one by one, allowing me to repeat the spell in-between, and finish this ritual. Their knowledge of this city will enrich you... Start with the crow." She also beckoned her Servant to come outside into the tunnel, where the creatures lay inside their circle. If her Servant killed one of them within the circle and she provided the proper energy to the spell, she believed that the spell should transfer the creature's day's memory to her Servant. She had never tested this with another being before, but having created the spell herself, was convinced it would work. Spell Information (In this case, Quintus would receive the memories, though Gutter must still cast this 5 times as he kills each animal. The rats have traveled in each of the four directions, well accustomed to all the locations within them and are, of course, accustomed to the city center that Gutter is underneath now. The crow, whom Gutter recommends sacrificing first, has flown above the city and would serve to give a strong sense of direction for the other four memories following it.) |
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| Kalleth | May 18 2016, 01:15 PM Post #10 |
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The bittersweetness on Quintus' tongue sharpened, which in and of itself was strange, as he was in spirit form. Having appraised the situation and absorbed Gutter's explanation, it still managed to twist a nerve in him that panged when he coalesced and took the bone knife. Men slaughter cattle, who can plainly be said to have been compelled, no magic required. They are much the same breed of volunteer as these... And they are not men! And I must not show weakness. It is clear and evident that this is the course of action needed. Freedom can be terrible, just as terrible as oppression...sometimes. A muscle in Quintus' forehead twitched, and he brought the knife to the crow's neck. Cut. Wait. Quintus moved to the next animal, a rat. Cut. Wait. Rat. Cut. Wait. Rat. By the time he had the now bloody knife drawn across the last rat's neck, he was more distracted by the images and knowledge, the memories that flowed into his awareness. The city, from a bird's eye view, and the ground-level perspectives together, lent him a splendid battlemap which he would endeavour to replicate soon enough. Ah, yes. I'm still surrounded by corpses. ![]() Quintus clenched a fist, and took a breath. "I know where we need to go, if you are ready Gutter. I know where we must be if we are to appraise our enemies, and pick the correct opportunity to strike." Edited by Kalleth, May 18 2016, 01:30 PM.
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| Native | May 20 2016, 04:13 AM Post #11 |
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The fifth casting of the ritual drained Gutter's pitiful stores completely, bringing her to a knee and forcing her to stop a moment to catch her breath. Still, it seemed from Quintus' distracted look that the spells had worked, and he was busy sifting through the information. So early in the war, she had expended all of her reserves, but she believed it would be worth it if it was all her Servant needed in order to direct their efforts efficiently. Just as Gutter felt steady enough to rise to her feet, her Servant spoke, "I know where we need to go, if you are ready Gutter. I know where we must be if we are to appraise our enemies, and pick the correct opportunity to strike." With a nod, Gutter responded simply, "Then let us be off.", stalling only a moment to return to the room to grab her bow and quiver and replace the knives at her hip. Afterwards, she flicked off the light switch and carefully shut the door. When the rats came back to clean up this ritual, she didn't want them to disturb where she lived. Turning off the lights had left them in total darkness, but with such a strong familiarity with these tunnels, in part due to residing here but mostly due to the ritual she had just cast for her Servant, she knew every step as if she had lived here her entire life. In darkness, she would walk to the nearest major junction and then wait to follow her Servant to their destination. |
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