• Graded • Not so Good in Practice

The Big Jailbreak Thread

Rising from the stony plateau overlooking the rivers and plains of the western continent, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from this same rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence, eagerly spreading its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the different factions set aside their agendas long enough to see this through?

Moderator: Maltruism


Not so Good in Practice

Postby Maltruism » Mon Apr 16, 2018 12:28 am

Image

Here, Graeslin made the first tactical error that was no one's fault but her own. She screamed in rage, chasing after a guard figure that she assumed to be the same one that had kicked her hand, releasing the Rupturing Control Orb from her grip. When the back door broke in, and another twenty Black Guard troopers came pouring into the breach, they came to an abrupt halt, facing what looked to be about the same count of their same men.

Knowing the real troopers were coming out of the daze of Graeslin's Naerikk "Gift", several of the pirates started accusing them of being pirates, to beat them to the punch they knew was coming. Fighting immediately broke out, the advantage going to the illusion-disguised pirates, who had been aware of where each true guard was at the time of the effect's occurrence.

The newly arrived guards were not sure what was going on, or whether there really were disguised pirates among the melee before them. Some of those pirates or recruits who were not mixed up in the mess were able initially to get past the new guards at the back, feigning injury or the need to report the incident. But the commander of the new squad became quickly convinced that some sort of illusion magic was at play and shouted loudly for a halt. He followed that up with a command to "sound off", expressing further that any that continued fighting would be assumed to be a spy and face summary execution.

Graeslin's tactical error was what led to the man's swift assessment. Her scream of anger at Oberan quickly betrayed a female presence where no image supported the claim. It did not help that the portal still glimmered brightly in the dim light, emphasizing the use of magic. After an initial pause, resulting from the commander's words, fighting broke out in earnest. The pirates all knew they were bound for the gallows now anyway, and fought with savage abandon.

On the safe side of the portal, Molly knew only that Finn was in mortal peril, and that the object she held in her hand was of supreme importance somehow. All the voices passing through were a jumble of shouts and cries, pain anger and orders mixing into an indecipherable din. But she had seen that the original push of pirates, before they became guards, was to pass back through to her side.

Cautious still, she slowly held the ward disc right to the very face of the event horizon, testing for any reaction. When Oberan picked the orb up, his hand accidentally triggered something that prompted a "pull" from the portal. When Graeslin had tried it, in a desperate attempt at some sort of reset, Molly had not been standing there. Now the pull command yanked her through to fall on her face at the feet of the crush of fighting men.

Whatever cry of alarm Finn may have screamed was lost in the ruckus. But the guard/pirate that had been originally holding him noticed her, and had seen that she had noticed and recognized him. As a spy implanted in the crew of the pirates, he could not allow this child to reveal his cover. In full view of Finn, who was desperately trying to reach her, the false pirate grabbed a handful of hair to lift her head back and expose her throat.

He did not hesitate to make the slash and add her lifeblood to that of many others now turning the floor into a slippery field of bodies. Only now did the young boy's scream of anguish rise above the tenor din of the guards and pirates. The spy then tried to get hold of the disc, but it gotten kicked and then stepped on by another struggling figure.

An odd swash of color quickly flashed across the surface of the portal and some of the more observant among the pirates rushed to find the portal open to them again. Men shoved others aside, no longer bent on fighting for their lives, but rather running for the same. The illusion did not disperse as men charged back into the upstairs room of the Riverbank Inn.

It turned into a running fight down hallways and staircases; bursting through a common room and out into the street, where the current excess of visiting pirates found a brutal joy in turning their own past grievances into revenge against any that wore a Black Guard appearance. A few more of Graeslin's rescued crew members fell to this aggression. But mostly the disguised pirates did not stop to fight, pushing past the blocking pirates to make a headlong dash to the docks, and the relative safety of Graeslin's ship.

The true Black Guard soldiers quickly assessed their disadvantage and retreated back to where their brothers had followed them through the portal in support, to turn the upper level of the Riverbank Inn into a bloody war zone. Finn, however, was still in the basement of the Hall of Rule and Reprimand, staring in growing grief and fury at the dead body of the young girl who was probably his only true friend in the world. A half dozen late-arriving Black Guard, informed of everything except the power of Defiance present in the boy, made the mistake of trying to clap him in irons...
 ! Matruism wrote:
Okay, admit it...lol...You all knew at the outset I was not going to really be giving you each ten thousand nel. :lol:
Oberan, you have found the Rupturing Control Orb, but have no idea how it works yet. :?
Toan, you fooled the new guards into letting you pass back out through the back door with Dallen, who now owes you, big time. 8-)
Finn, time to go magically ape-shit on some soon-to-be Black Guard victims of Defiance. :twisted:
Tio and Zipper, I am willing to see what you come up with, which could include following Toan out the back way.
I may even let you keep it. :D
User avatar
Maltruism
The standard against whom all others are judged.
Storyteller - Rank 4
 
Posts: 1889
Joined: Thu Feb 26, 2015 6:57 pm
Race: Prophet
Profession: "Mastermind"
Renown: 0
Plot Notes
Office
Partner
Player Review
Personal Journal
Medals: 23
Contributor of the Month (1) Story of the Month (1) World Developer (1) Painting With Words (1)
Dungeon Master (1) Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Ambassador (1)
Alpha Testing (1) Review Master (1) One Arc Later... (1) Pioneer (2)
Scandalous (1) Puppet Master (1) Survivor (1) Lol Worthy (1)
Storyteller (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1) Keyboard Monkey (1) King Kong (1)
Vhalar 716 (1) Idalos Awards 2016 (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Tio Silver » Thu Apr 19, 2018 5:30 pm

Image


It was remarkable how quickly a situation could descend into complete and utter chaos when the right catalysts were available. It was almost like Aelig himself had come down from the sky and cast a spell upon them. Tio could not say for certain how exactly any of it happened, since he was distracted trying to talk to the girl beyond the portal, but one moment the pirates were trapped and panicked, and the next everyone appeared to have somehow transformed into the spitting images of the guards.

The guard’s reinforcement burst into the room just a little bit too late, and were immediately confused by the sight before them. Small skirmishes broke out across the chamber as everyone blamed and blindly attacked each other, until the captain of the guards, alerted to the trick by Graeslin’s scream of rage, ordered his troops to sound off.

Tio, for his part, backed away from the portal and tried to assess the situation. On the one hand the mission had been something of a success in that the pirate crew were, sort of, free. But on the other hand the situation was a complete mess and Graeslin wasn't in the best mood according to her yell. It was pretty likely that she wouldn't honour her promise of payment. How then could he make the most of this situation? He had no idea where in the world he was right now and needed to prioritize getting home, but it no longer seemed that Graeslin could help him with that either. What he needed was to get ahold of that portal orb of hers, and use it to hightail out of here while the Black Guards were distracted by everybody else. Where was that blasted orb anyway?

It was then that he spotted the orb rolling across the floor, and one of the guards (or was it just someone disguised as a guard?) picking it up. The moment the guard touched it however a ripple of air burst out from the portal, and the little girl who'd been on the other side of it was sucked through straight into the midst of the chaos. Horrified, Tio watched as someone who must have been a disguised pirate grabbed her by the hair and slit her throat.

“Dastard!” Tio hissed under his breath, briefly considering breaking the murder's nose but unwilling to break the cover of his illusion. That had not been necessary at all! If one of his crew members murdered a child he'd break their legs and drag them to jail himself, but Graeslin didn't seem the type to share that sentiment. Reluctantly Tio tore his eyes away from the scene, deciding that now wasn't the time to be acting self-righteous. Escape first, consider punishment later. Now where had that blasted orb gotten to now?

Spotting the orb still in the hands of the guard who'd picked it up, Tio struck a balance between stealth and speed and tried to sneak up on the guard from behind without wasting too much time. His cutlass had been wrapped up in an illusion of the swords the guards possessed, and he pointed it at the disguised Oberan’s back (or front, if the mortalborn noticed him.)

“Hand over the orb.” He growled gently, trying not to draw the attention of the others.
User avatar
Tio Silver
Bad in all the Good Ways
 
Posts: 673
Joined: Thu Apr 13, 2017 11:04 am
Race: Yludih
Profession: Pirate Captain
Renown: +392
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Letters
Medals: 5
Story of the Month (1) Helper (1) Painting With Words (1) Lol Worthy (1)
Event Medal (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Zipper » Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:32 pm

(Rushing this a bit. Forgive if its shit)

Fuck was the word of the trial.

Putting herself through that fuck of a charade with the pirate whore, forced to memorize a Quality -to reduce the closest thing she had to a sacred little tradition into a fuck of a farce- under duress, and then made to work with a team of fucks that consisted of the unreliable, the adolescent, the drunken, the unknown and, worst of all, the blonde and the excitable. A fuck after a fuck after a fuck that stacked together into a cumulative tower of clusterfuck that fucked high into the sky.

And Clusterfuck was indeed their current situation.

It all happened so quickly.

One moment everything was going according to plan: the array was shut off, the guards were caught off, well guard, they were well on their way to freedom, the next everything exploded into the sheer anarchy that was the body swap.

Oberan.

Fuckin' Oberan.

That Godling had crossed her too many times.

If she weren't concerned with some other things, she would have tracked him down and killed the fuck out of him. Instead, in the midst of the chaos and the fighting and portals that worked and then didn't and then did, Zipper reached out with her Ether sense, that sensitivity to Ether that an Etherist, a Transmutator, eventually grew into. She had no means of cutting through this illusion that the Mortalborn had inflicted upon all of them.

But she could track the touch of Sovereign upon armour.

She could chart something of a path between the true guard and everyone else, warn and alert and guide the other Black Guards-

But she chose violence instead.

Tendrils of stone ripped themselves from the prison and snared pirates and criminals and whatever petty scum that was here to the walls and the floors. Too many had escaped, too many had fled through the portal, but she was able to snare a handful of them running through, a batch of stone dragging them back in and plastering them against a wall.

Need less chaos, need less mess. Always hard to think in a commotion.

The second word of the trial was Finn.

With the entire mess here, she figured she would drag Finn away in the commotion - plop him over to the nearest healer to in an attempt purge him of whatever slow-acting poison the pirate may or may not have made up. Except, as was his way, he managed to lose himself from her again.

The sight of dying Molly was a pretty decent piece of signage for where he might be though - and sure as hell, there he was, and the Black guards approached.

She liked Molly. Didn't care much for her or knew her beyond 'girl', but in an odd way, she liked her, but she was gone and if he wasn't going to be a bitch about this for the next few months...

If he had a next few months.

As the guards approached, the power they felt first wasn't Defiance, but Transmutation as an explosion of jagged spikes violently jutted out from the ground, an aggressive barrier between the oncoming guards and Finn. "Pirates!" she called out "Hands away from the boy!"
ImageImageImage
User avatar
Zipper
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Bitch
 
Posts: 668
Joined: Sat May 13, 2017 5:14 am
Race: Human
Profession: Professional Scowler
Renown: 0
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Templates
Letters
Medals: 21
Character of the Month (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Painting With Words (1) Guild Master (1)
Mentor (1) Review Master (1) One Arc Later... (1) Living Legend (1)
Pioneer (1) Right In The Feels (1) First Kiss (1) Murderer (1)
History Repeated (1) Enemy of My Enemy (1) Dreamer (1) Legend In Waiting (1)
Survivor (1) Lol Worthy (3) Event Medal (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Finnegan O'Connor » Sat Apr 21, 2018 1:26 pm

Not So Good In Practice

The Hall of Rule and Reprimand, Etzos, Zi'da 40, arc 717


Image

The spell of astonishment was broken the moment Molly fell through the portal, landing face-first on the ground. It would turn out to be a good thing that Finn didn’t know that the man who’d picked up the orb and caused Molly to be transported into the middle of the slaughter was Oberan, for if he had known, he would’ve dedicated his very being to destruction of the Mortalborn.

His cry was lost amid the violence. If only he’d been quicker! If only he’d jumped to his feet a fraction of a trill sooner!

Bang! A blast of compressed air saw the false pirate fly through the air before smacking into a cell door with a painful crack. Finn sprinted to where Molly fell, his boots slipping through dirt and blood, almost tripping over the bodies of the fallen as he bolted through the chaos. Molly’s wide eyes found his, her face turned pale, a dying scream on her lips as she clutched her throat, blood streaming through her shaking fingers. “Molly…” he said breathlessly.

She slumped to the side, teetering between dead and dying. He was too late.

“No, no, no, no, no....” he whimpered as he scooped up her head with one arm and a tried to stem the rivers of blood oozing from her throat. She was shaking all over, but no sound passed her lips, no dying words, no last goodbye, not even a gurgle. Her head was heavy in his arms as her eyes rolled back in her skull. There was no cure.

The kiss that had been on his lips since their first adventure should’ve come sooner, when she’d still been alive and well; when her lips weren’t so pale and stiff and frigid. It should’ve been a happy, cherished moment, not this frightened, tearful, morbid thing, but their lips touched anyway. Then it happened.

It was only an instinct, but a powerful one nonetheless. He sensed her ether more vibrantly than he’d ever sensed it before, but it was fading fast, dispersing like a wisp of smoke that could not be grasped. Not by regular means.

But regular Finn had died seasons ago, if he had ever existed at all. And while he couldn’t catch smoke with his hands and couldn’t stop her from bleeding out, he also couldn’t stop his instincts. Some power had awakened in him that he didn’t know he possessed until now. It was as if the entire pantheon of Immortals had come together within him, bundling all their formidable power, conjuring up some magical construct that ensnared Molly’s ether, surrounded it and reeled it back in through the Emean realm. His own presence dissolved entirely in that moment. All sense of touch, sound, sight, and smell vanished in an instant until only a sensation of immense power flowing through him remained. The ether that tried so desperately to pass on into the after-life was pulled back and once it had begun, there was no stopping the flaying.

Finn didn’t want it to end either. He’d never known he’d thirsted for this all his life, the dazzling, ecstatic feeling of her very being brushing so closely past his own essence was unlike anything known to man. Now he was become whole. Now he was become a god among men, a bastion of absolute power that required no one’s permission to act.

A mere thought guided the river of ether back into Molly’s body, concentrating at the heart, that had stopped beating so violently and now started to crystallize instead. It was the heart from which her essence had poured out into the world, and he returned her being to it.

As soon as it had started, the bliss ended and all sense returned to him within the blink of an eye. Molly’s lifeless body weighed heavily in his arms. Zipper shouted something at him over the commotion of battle. He didn’t hear it. He barely noticed the wall of jutting spikes she summoned into being, halting the advancing guard for just a few more trills as Finn tried to make sense of what had happened. What had he done?

His head turned toward the Black Guard, and he banished all other thoughts. He only knew what they had done, and he knew they would pay for it.

Zipper’s spikes crumbled into a miserable heap, the earth groaned and rumbled, its surface moving and shifting like waves on an ocean and like the rising tide, the shifting soil grew ever more violent, grasping at the boots of the Black Guard, pirates or not, that still remained in the belly of the Hall of Rule and Reprimand.

Not all were trapped, and there was a silent respite before Finn called upon the ravenous hunger of the flame within. A loud hiss was the only forewarning and there was a flash of bright, roaring blue flame before the tongues turned red and yellow, urged forward by a powerful blast of wind. Searing heat scorched the ceiling and floor as wicked fire blasted outward, making no distinction between friend or foe, clawing and devouring, carving paths through flesh and wood and stone. Not a trill later the flames receded just as suddenly, sucked back to the center of their power, except for where they had latched onto something nourishing their hunger.

The receding flames halted only a few feet removed from Finn, who no longer bargained with the fire. He imposed his will on the element, bending it to his will, wreathing himself in a dome of flame. The air boiled around it and to trespass, to try anything against the raw, unbridled might of the fire was to be burnt to crisp. There wasn’t much time before the swelling dome had charged up to its full power, and then nothing but ashes would be left of those who dared to stand in its path.
User avatar
Finnegan O'Connor
Approved Character
 
Posts: 398
Joined: Fri Mar 03, 2017 7:24 pm
Race: Human
Profession: The Moglin
Renown: +91
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Medals: 4
Helper (1) Painting With Words (1) Guild Master (1) Legend In Waiting (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Oberan » Sun Apr 22, 2018 4:26 pm

Honestly, things could have unfolded a smidge more favorable as far as Oberan was concerned.

Yes, he’d gotten hold of Graeslin’s orb, but in doing so he’d accidentally managed to open the portal once more. The girl with the disc who everyone had been so riled up about had fallen through the tear in space, and shit had gone real bad, real fast.

More guards had arrived, reinforcements to prevent the huge jailbreak. Any other time Oberan would have cursed, but he felt more like laughing now. Anything that made the Naerikk’s life harder was a good thing in his opinion, and with the effects of his power probably in place for a trial or three, he needn’t worry his disguise would wear off in the middle of his escape. However, with the portal up and running again, the pirates were fleeing to Foster’s already, rendering the Mortalborn’s plan useless. At least Graeslin was still in the room. He had to keep it this way until the portal shut again, but how? One of his other abilities opened things, yet closing them was not in his repertoire.

He idly wondered if he could work on that.

Perhaps the orb was able to annihilate the rupturer’s efforts, though Oberan had no idea how it worked. He had done something when he picked it up, triggered some hidden switch or something less mundane and more magical, so perhaps he might be able to recreate something similar –and hopefully something that really pissed Graeslin off at that. So he prodded the orb’s surface with his fingers, swiped over it with his pinkie, rubbed on it with his palm, desperate to disable the portal.

Of course, someone had snuck up on him during his … experimentation, someone he only noticed when he turned to glance over his shoulder to see if anything had worked. A growled demand and a sword pointed at him. Just great. He sighed and turned around slowly, taking care not to provoke any violent reaction from his would-be captor.

“This is not the orb you want,” Oberan said, waving his free hand, and sapping the thrill out of his opponent as much as he was able. He’d already taken some from others, unfortunately, so he was unable to knock this guy out completely. However, it should have been enough to at least make him feel tired and lethargic all of a sudden. Good enough to slow him down significantly, while Oberan himself had his physical abilities boosted. He aimed a kick at the man’s sword, then followed up with one to the chest, wanting to create some space between the two of them. Enough so he could run without being stabbed.

In the meantime, things had escalated rather dramatically. The girl with the disk was on the floor, motionless, and one of the guards with the high pitched voice of a prepubescent –he wanted to say boy?—person was screaming in rage. Several large spikes of stone floor were erected and then crumpled down in flaccid heaps, while the earth rumbled and tremors were felt throughout the room. This wasn’t good. Or was it? It would hamper Graeslin for sure, so that was good, but for Oberan’s own safety it was very, very bad.

Perhaps in his current state Oberan was many times stronger and faster than he usually would be, feeling the adrenaline rush prime his body for action, considering himself invincible. None were a match for him. The Rush kept him going, providing the stamina to keep him from tiring. The Rush drowned out the pain of wounds, no matter the severity. An inexhaustible opponent who did not get slowed down any by injuries or aches, with the speed to dodge incoming attacks, and the strength to crush the opposition. A formidable foe, but not an invulnerable one. Even now the Mortalborn remained aware of his vulnerability. Blades, arrows, bolts, fire… perhaps the damage they did wouldn’t be felt, but it was there.

As the hissing noise reached his ears, he ran –or rather, dove—through the doorway, hastily scrambling back onto his feet. He didn’t waste time slamming the door shut, instead choosing to hightail it out of there as fast as he could, orb in hand. He heard the roar of the fire behind him, felt the sweeping wave of hot air wash over his body. He could smell the scent of burnt wood and stone, but he didn’t turn around.

He kept running instead, accosting the first blackjacks he came across. “You gotta help!” he panted, “The pirates, they’re escaping! They have Rupturer transporting them out of here! I took their orb, but the portal’s still there, and the array is down! We have to stop them! Fix the array or something! Spread the word!”
Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't.

"Speaking"| If it's a sentence, then it's a thought|"Others speaking"
Mortalborn Abilities | Die Roller
User avatar
Oberan
Fresh Prince of Augery
 
Posts: 177
Joined: Fri Jul 28, 2017 2:32 pm
Race: Mortal Born
Profession: Part-time God
Renown: -63
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
Lol Worthy (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Toan » Tue Apr 24, 2018 6:28 pm

"We better move along then." Dallen murmured just as the two started to move past some of the guards and guards within the room, honestly it was far too hard to tell who the hell was who now that this occurred. Between the fighting and the guards only voices remained distinctive enough to tell, one was a pirate getting his ass kicked by two guards... Another pirate was punching a pirate repeatedly, or rather a 'fake' guard was punching his companion from the looks of it.

Honestly the whole ordeal amused Toan to no end and he almost wished he could stick around to see the show, but he knew better than to waste opportunity when it was at it's finest. "Come on," He muttered lowly to the disguised smuggler that followed him, which they were then part of the group that shuffled for the exit. "Gimme your arm quick!" Toan urged as he bent a little so Dallen's arm could rest over his shoulders. "Feign an injury of some sort, maybe a hit to the stomach should do." Right as they were close to the newer guards Dallen's face fell sullen, as though he were walking with pain somewhere in his body. He too knew how to play the game of course, and that would be the essential to escape from this place.

"These brigands are crazy!" The thief called out wide eyed with a few forced pants. "First they open a portal and now they trick us!" Some of the guards looked questionably at them but of course, there were a number of other potential 'guards' trying to push through also. It wasn't until they finally weaved and wormed their way through, that Toan and Dallen found themselves in the hall beyond the group that joined. With a quick glance over his shoulder, the thief quickly became aware of the violent dispute unfolding behind them. The floor vibrated unusually as though some other kind of magic intervened, and the alarmingly pained screams of men filled the room they had just exited.

Two guards were ahead of them and running, one giving chance as he pursued the guard that possessed the orb. The orb! That had to be the witty and cunning Oberan, if Toan wanted to place a proper bet on the man's involvement in all of this. "Come on," He urged Dallen as he released the man, "Let's go." Determined to follow them the thief and his companion moved along after them, and when it seemed the guard had caught up with him with sword in hand; Toan himself balled a hand into a fist so that he might hit the guard from behind. A surprise initiative attack, so that a fellow thief might have a chance to escape. Little did he suspect that this other 'guard' there was in fact a pirate, the foreign one named Tio who apparently came from distant shores.

There was no warning when the shot was made, as Toan would just raise his arm and with a bit of a jump; he pounced with the fist spiked towards the back of the man's skull. Of course there was a chance Tio would recognize someone coming from behind, granted the thief wasn't all that quiet when they were running for an escape anyways. Thus whether it'd be a hit or miss Toan would continue to run with Dallen in tow, a glance over his shoulder to the orb holding guard as they carried on. "Still rooting for you chap!" Were the last few words he had to say, as both Toan and Dallen moved onward into the halls before them.

Off Topic
Sorry Tio!! Toan didn't have a moment to figure out it's your PC he's trying to assault, needless to say I left it open to where your character can react however. Toan's attempt was pretty much just to give Oberan opportunity to run, while at the same time avoid sacrificing time in escaping along the way.
User avatar
Toan
He Who is Without Conscious
 
Posts: 105
Joined: Sun Feb 19, 2017 3:24 am
Race: Human
Profession: Thief
Renown: +51
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
One Arc Later... (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Maltruism » Fri Apr 27, 2018 1:38 am

Image

The little cluster of would-be betrayers found sudden common cause for cooperation as another dozen guardsmen sounded the approach of metallic bootsteps. As much as Tio had been dazed by the blow to the back of his helm, and may have wanted to strike back when he got to his feet, it was an indulgence that he realized was best delayed until later.

Oberan may have been about to launch into his spiel, warning of Pirates and Defiers a second time, but the new arrivals beat them to it, asking quickly if they already had their wards. It seemed that the shut down of the Rupturing array triggered a warning that also activated a wide attunement field to let the guard know of any other magic being used.

The guards started handing small whitish disks with symbols etched upon them to the four escapees, thinking them injured guards. They were wards against Defiance magic, and they had a bag full of them, intending to hand them to any other guards in the interrogation chamber where the attack had taken place. It naturally occurred to all four escapees simultaneously that a sackful of Defiance wards would be worth a considerable sum of money.

The problem was that the hesitation to take the wards as though they had known to expect it, drew just a bit of scrutiny from the newly arrived personnel. A few pointed questions met with stammered insistence by Dallen that they'd all been hurt badly and to bear with them a moment. He then looked to undergo some sort of seizure and dropped to the ground.

Voices raised quickly, both in accusation and defense, but the real crux of the confrontation occurred when one of the real guards noted something that had escaped everyone's notice ever since Oberan's illusion first struck. Though all the guards affected by his mortalborn power took on the same appearance, these new arrivals were the first to be able to note that the similarity was TOO good.

One of the men pointed at the escapees images, "Hey look, Captain, they all have the same number! They can't ALL be T-36a."

There was a tense pause as eyes narrowed on both sides. Hands were resting on hilts as Dallen stopped writhing on the floor. The Captain of this small detail was in the midst of demanding their surrender when a curious and menacing snarl rose from the guard image of Dallen. Even Oberan had not realized that a Becomer changing forms would still maintain the illusion designated by his ability.

It was hard to say just what form it was that Dallen took, but his guard image did distort considerably to encompass a form that was now much bigger and stronger than human. Images of armor-clad arms stretched out much further than reality to bat two guards into a dazed heap against one wall.

The form then executed what could only be called a "pounce", as his helm seemed to meld with the helm of another guard. The metal headpiece popped and the man within screamed as it crumpled. The distorted Dallen/guard growled ferociously and shook his victim by the head like a ragdoll, tossing him into two others who were backing away, wide-eyed. The crushed headpiece of the one guard showed the indentations and torn piercings of massive and savage teeth.

The other seven real guards formed a blockade as best they could, dropping everything not battle-oriented, including the sack of wards. In the midst of the impending clash, something Oberan did with the orb he was clutching triggered the roar of a new portal opening behind them. It opened upon the chaos of the brawl in the room back at the Riverbank Inn, where virtually every guard image present had the number "T-36a" on its personnel emblem.

_________________________________________________


Back around a couple of other twists in the hallways, a different group of soldiers burst through the back door to find smoke and charred wreckage remaining of everything not made of metal inside the interrogation chamber. The smell of the cooked flesh coming from the armored figures on the floor gave ample testimony to the equally charred wreckage of the bodies within.

Zipper knew that she had not been recognized as the one that had disabled the Rupturing array. Not yet anyway. She could see that the men approaching now were accompanied by mages in robes with colors indicative of Abrogation. She could see Finn already trying to cast, but being thwarted by the negation field the mage cast preemptively. Others among the troops had the ward chains for capturing renegade magic users, and the same kind of squad was clearly focusing on her now as well.

She knew the kind of punishment the Black Guard would inflict on her if they ever came to realize the treason she had committed here. No magic was required to simply run back to the main door where she'd first entered with Graeslin. She could escape that way easily, not truly being hindered by the plate armor image shrouding her. The Abrogator was already shifting through various attunements to see what magics had been used here. He had already detected Finn's Defiance. The lingering aura of her Transmutation would surely be next. She could not save Finn from capture, but she could save herself.

_________________________________________________


Finn was already on the cusp of overstepping, or should have been anyway. In his manic grief, he did not even realize he clutched an object in his hand. There may have been some part of his consciousness, however, that made the leap of realization that he'd just incinerated the remains of Molly's dead body along with everything else in the chamber.

His madness kicked up another degree as it seemed as if he could still hear her voice in his head. Likewise, he did not realize that the flaying-hardened heart he held was ramping up his power, which was already at a suicidal stress level.

The Abrogator was only half directing his focus on Finn, thinking him a matter already dealt with, and was now directing his focus and his casting to stop Zipper from escaping. Finn's sudden surge of unexpected power brought the Abrogator back to a renewed effort to stymie the Defiance threatening to burst free. The guards stopped to look in puzzlement at the situation they'd assumed to be well in hand.

The intensity on the Abrogator's face was written in the grimace of effort and the beads of sweat beginning to run down his forehead. It matched the expression on Finn's face except for one important aspect. Where the mage's face hinted at apprehension, Finn's was unrestrained fury bordering on suicidal eagerness.

Even as the field of negation shattered, to slam the soldiers and magic users - including Zipper, if she had not already left - into a daze, Finn felt the onrush of vertigo begin to sap his equilibrium. He had only moments to secure his vengeance before death or coma claimed him. One more time, Molly's frightened and confused voice whispered in his ear, giving him the focus and motivation to make his last conscious act worthy of remembrance.
 ! Matruism wrote:
Okay, Zip, Our recent skype chat gives me cause you to think you won't be doing any further posts on this. That's fine, we can assume you escape thanks to Finn blasting everyone that might have chased you. Tio, Oberan and Toan, you have your escape path unexpectedly before...or rather, behind you. (Don't forget to grab the wards) 8-)
User avatar
Maltruism
The standard against whom all others are judged.
Storyteller - Rank 4
 
Posts: 1889
Joined: Thu Feb 26, 2015 6:57 pm
Race: Prophet
Profession: "Mastermind"
Renown: 0
Plot Notes
Office
Partner
Player Review
Personal Journal
Medals: 23
Contributor of the Month (1) Story of the Month (1) World Developer (1) Painting With Words (1)
Dungeon Master (1) Vlogger Extraordinaire (1) Mentor (1) Ambassador (1)
Alpha Testing (1) Review Master (1) One Arc Later... (1) Pioneer (2)
Scandalous (1) Puppet Master (1) Survivor (1) Lol Worthy (1)
Storyteller (1) Holy Tax Accountant (1) Keyboard Monkey (1) King Kong (1)
Vhalar 716 (1) Idalos Awards 2016 (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Tio Silver » Tue May 01, 2018 4:43 pm

Image


Tio raised his sword to the guard, prepared to strike if he tried anything funny, but was surprised when they only responded by raising their hand. It was only when they spoke in Oberan's voice that Tio realised his mistake, but by then it was too late; a strange sensation overcame him, as if vitality was draining out of his pores, and Tio stumbled to one knee as the thrill was stolen from his body. Was the hell was going on?! He'd never heard of magic like this before!

"Wait... Ob-..." He began, but with his strength drained by Oberan's ability he couldn't project his voice loud enough to be heard over the chaos of the fighting in the background. The disguised demi-god kicked his sword back and aimed another kick at his chest, forcing Tio to stagger backwards to avoid it and let him get away. Stars exploded across his vision as something... no, someone, came up from behind him and clobbered him around the back of the head, and as Tio dropped to his hands and knees and fought to stay conscious the mystery attacker shouted words of encouragement at Oberan, revealing themself to be Toan. That was two of the co-conspirators he still thought worth helping accounted for, which just left the fates of Zipper and Finn unknown to him.

It was difficult to shake off the concussion Toan had given him when his body already felt so tired; so difficult in fact that Tio feared he might not be able to do it. He needed something to keep him awake, and quick! There wasn't any time to be fussy, and so with no other decent options coming to mind right now he grabbed the blade of his cutlass with his free hand and gripped down hard, pressing the metal into his crystalline flesh enough to draw illusionary blood. The pain shot up his arm, firing messages into his weary brain that forced it to stay awake, and the darkness creeping up on the edges of his vision reluctantly dissipated as his full consciousness finally returned.

Now aware of his surroundings once again, Tio took note of what was going on. Oberan and Toan's escape had been cut off by the new wave of reinforcements, who had mistaken them for real guards injured during the fighting that'd move on into the portal. One of them came over to hand him a set wards against defiance magic, and looked at him suspiciously for a moment when Tio, still reeling from his blow to the head, stared at them blankly for a while as he tried to figure out what they were. Luckily Dallen's insistence that their injuries were the reason for this hesitance bought them some time; time enough for Tio to think things through. And as he thought about it, Tio realised that the dark cloud this entire situation had become had a silver lining to it.

This jailbreak had turned into a catastrophe, but there was an opportunity to be had for everyone who wasn't a member of Graeslin's crew. The portal orb was currently the greatest prize possible to scrape out of this situation, and if they were able to get out of here it seemed that any escapees of this mess would implode on each other trying to get it for themselves or to give back to Graeslin. But if those who didn't work for Graeslin were able to sneak out of this mess with the orb, and leave her either rotting in jail or believing that they and her precious orb had been imprisoned, there was no need for them to resort to fighting each other for it. There was a better solution.

All of them had some things in common: skills, useful powers, and a willingness to turn to crime for one reason or another. With that portal orb they could travel to practically any corner of Idalos in an instant, which meant every bank, palace, temple and other place worth stealing from in the world was a mark they could target. Putting those two things together, it occurred to Tio that they could form a team of criminals unlike anything ever seen before! With such a varied and potent pool of abilities they might be able to go anywhere! Steal anything! There were a few kinks to be sure: none of them knew how the portal orb worked, he had no idea what exactly the others could actually do, and a lot of them seemed like they'd spend half the time at each other's throats. But united by the common cause such as money they might be able to work together long enough to pull off some truly incredible feats!

Before he could consider his half-formed plan any more one of the guards spotted a flaw in the illusion protecting them: that they all had number tags reading T-36a. Dallen was quick to respond by transforming into some kind of monster underneath the guard illusion and attacking the real guards (which was honestly one of the most disturbing things Tio had ever seen), and while the guard who had handed Tio the defiance wards gaped at the peculiar sight Tio stood up sharply and smacked the pommel of his cutlass through the eye-hole gap in their helmet, straight into their eye.

The guard howled in pain, and Tio took that as his cue to grab the wards and sprint forwards as fast as he could manage towards Oberan and Toan. Some sort of fiddling around Oberan was doing with the orb caused another portal to spring to life behind them, which once again led into the tavern they'd started this mission in, and as soon as he registered what he was seeing on the other side a devious escape plan flickered to life in his mind.

"Don't attack! It's me, the weird blonde pirate dude!" Tio hissed as he approached the other two theives, as quietly as he could so as not to take the guards attention away from Dallen. "Hide the orb, grab what you can and follow me! I can get us out of here, and I have a plan for what comes next! Listen to what I have to say and I promise you wont regret it!"

If the two of them agreed to follow him Tio made a break for the portal, and called upon the mark of Syroa upon his back. A brief flash of amber light crossed his eyes, and beneath his illusion the muscles in his throat transformed themselves, stretching and thickening to make a voice box with a deeper baritone. The moment his foot touched the floor on the other side of the portal he spoke up, his voice now as close an imitation to Dallen's as he could manage. "Let us through, now!" He commanded to the disguised pirates, making a beeline straight to the exit.
User avatar
Tio Silver
Bad in all the Good Ways
 
Posts: 673
Joined: Thu Apr 13, 2017 11:04 am
Race: Yludih
Profession: Pirate Captain
Renown: +392
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Letters
Medals: 5
Story of the Month (1) Helper (1) Painting With Words (1) Lol Worthy (1)
Event Medal (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Toan » Fri May 04, 2018 1:59 am

Toan and Dallen looked to be getting the head start in their escape now, that is until a new round of guards had merrily made their way into the equation. "Oh hell..." The illusion cloaked thief muttered under his breath just as they started to approach, and sure enough Dallen already began to play his part well. First the smuggler feigned injury at the insistence that they barely escaped with their lives, then the old codger fell to the floor in a state of a fit. His body writhed and jerked about as though he had actually fallen into an actual seizure, and the thief himself couldn't help but check on his poor helpless friend. "See men, those wretched pirates and mages have rendered his mind!" Toan issued in a tone of feigned alarm, while sure enough the guards were onto something else.

Oh no... The disguise was too clever apparently as they all had the same registered number assigned to this one guard. Just one guard! To think all these men looks so perfectly disguised, that their guile literally resembled the same appearance in every aspect! Oh shit! It figures that their luck would almost too kind for their favor, and now it seemed as though they were on the verge of being caught. That until Dallen's form seemed to change some, his appearance remaining true to the illusion though more animistic compared to before. He then proceeded to assail the guards and maul them to pieces.

That was when Tio himself seemed come around which surprisingly... was the guard Toan had punched before. Oops. Self preservation must've made him overlook that, then again it wasn't easy to determine who the hell was who at the moment. Sure enough Oberan's meddling around with the orb created a portal, and for a brief trill Toan himself couldn't help but wonder what on Idalos could go wrong now. The rioting of guards and pirates alike seemed prevalent in the inn beyond the portal, and Tio himself seemed inclined to take the lead for the group. Had he an idea? Some feasible way out that could help save them from this sticky mess?

Anywhere but here was better in this case, and when it seemed like Dallen was close to finishing up his end; Toan brought a finger and thumb to his mouth to whistle. Probably not the best idea since it'd likely draw attention, but he needed the smuggler to be alert of their new way out. Sure enough he followed along with the pirate, surprise in his eyes as he heard the same voice of Dallen come from the man. Was he even really human? Toan had never in his life heard another man change his voice upon whim, and while he didn't expect the real Dallen to go beast mode either... he wasn't ignorant to the fact the man was different to begin with.

He'd always suspected Dallen a capable if not mysterious fellow, thus seeing him turn into a predatory guard-cloaked fiend added more to that mystique... and yet told so much about him also. "Lead the way." He murmured to himself as he stepped through to shadow Oberan and Tio.
User avatar
Toan
He Who is Without Conscious
 
Posts: 105
Joined: Sun Feb 19, 2017 3:24 am
Race: Human
Profession: Thief
Renown: +51
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
One Arc Later... (1)

Not so Good in Practice

Postby Oberan » Sat May 05, 2018 4:34 pm

It seemed to work quite well, really. Despite now having three other people with him –one of which he was pretty sure had been threatening him just a moment ago—things were going according to plan. The Blackjacks were quickly responding to the crisis at hand, doing their best to contain the jailbreak and avert a catastrophe, and they hadn’t seen through the guise his ability had granted him. The guard thought they were one of them, and soon Oberan would walk out the front door, with neither the pirates nor the blackjacks any the wiser.

The only problem was that everyone in their four-man group looked identical. Or rather, it would have been. The guard patrol did not seem to notice or mind, handing out some odd thingamajigs. The Mortalborn frowned for a moment, thinking, then held out his hand to grab the offered disk. Unfortunately, the hesitation must have informed the guardsmen something was not right, for suspicious expressions clouded the visages of all present members of the guard. Questions were asked, answers were fumbled, excuses were formulated, innocence was insisted.

One of the four fakes dropped the floor in some kind of fit, no doubt a last ditch effort to get the guard off their case. It didn’t work. A blackjack with a particular knack for detective work spotted incriminating evidence of there being shenanigans at play, eliciting a tense silence to fall over the two groups.

Bran really couldn’t help but groan internally. Of all the things, a fucking number? Maybe it’d have been better if everyone had been transformed into Graeslin. The chaos would have been even worse, sure –it was part of the charm, really—but at least the blackjacks wouldn’t have figured them out that way. Presumably. Hm. No, actually, they certainly would have. But at least they’d have had a Naer body to play around with for a while.

But no, a perfect guard disguise, and they saw right through it. Because of a fucking number. Not the fact that everyone looked the exact same, but that their uniform was too. Unless… did the blackguard identify their prison guards by their uniform? In that case, Oberan and co could just have stripped some of the unconscious black guards, don their clothes, and walked out without a problem? Just like that? That was simply infuriating!

The guy on the floor stopped his tantrum, or whatever it was, instead now a horrifyingly disproportioned caricature of the illusion which cloaked all of them. It was with great sadness that Oberan had to realize that the triggered ability did not actually transform anyone. The clothes should have been a dead giveaway, really. As should the voice. On the plus side, at least he knew had learned something about an effect of his Sphere, which he would probably never trigger again. Or maybe he would, depending on whether the number of effects were finite or not.

Either way, the man wiped the floor with the squad of guards, one guy nicked the bag of magical disks, and Oberan fiddled with the orb, now no longer certain he’d be getting out the way he’d pictured. If he could open a portal though…

What do you know, he actually did open one! Where did it lead to? The tavern… unfortunately. The Mortalborn had the gnawing suspicion that Graeslin had programmed the thing with her magic, and would only open portals to either the tavern or the prison, unless someone with the same magic undid the spell. Which would suck if it was true, but hey, maybe it could still be of use? Oberan wasn’t going to throw it away. At least not yet.

Now, was he going to leave by himself, or…

One of the T-36a’s opened their mouth to urge the others not to attack him, and proceeded to identify himself as “that weird blonde pirate dude”.

“Taboo? What hole did you come crawling out of?”

Last time Oberan had checked, the guy had been talking to the little girl, and now he was here all of a sudden? Had he been here the whole time? Also, that voice… sounded way more familiar than it should have. If this guy was Taboo, then who the hell were the other two? And why in the bloody hell did these guys all know it was him anyway?! This was unacceptable!

Still, they did need to get out of there, and the plan did not sound half bad. Mostly because there was no plan. However, Oberan had never been one to let such a detail be a deal breaker. He nodded, stuffed the orb in a coat pocket, and followed Taboo through the portal. The man’s voice had changed drastically, and the possibility that someone had used that same voice-trick to fool Oberan and the others into thinking they were Taboo did not escape the Mortalborn. Still, even if that turned out to be the case, it was a problem for later. Right now they had a rowdy crowd to elbow his way through.

He squared his shoulders, put on a serious –and hopefully intimidating—expression, and put some extra swagger in his step as he followed the Maybe-Taboo to the exit.
Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't.

"Speaking"| If it's a sentence, then it's a thought|"Others speaking"
Mortalborn Abilities | Die Roller
User avatar
Oberan
Fresh Prince of Augery
 
Posts: 177
Joined: Fri Jul 28, 2017 2:32 pm
Race: Mortal Born
Profession: Part-time God
Renown: -63
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
Lol Worthy (1)

PreviousNext

Return to Etzos