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Post by Cendra on Nov 6, 2013 16:00:42 GMT -5
Belwyn followed behind the others gingerly. The uncomfortable feeling she had upon entering the cave was increasing the farther she went along the prickly ice-way. Noticing she was falling behind, she picked up her pace lest she got left in the middle of the trap by herself.
"Don't be too hasty everyone! We don't want one of us to set off the next device. I'd prefer to keep our head count the same by the end." she said as she surveyed the area. While Didn't's assumption made sense, it was too soon to really know what kind of people had lived there. All through history civilizations made it a point to make their strongholds not just dangerous, but intimidating in look as well.
A blinding flash reflected off the many shining surfaces and went right into Belwyn's eyes, changing her focus to clearing her spotted vision. She blushed a little at Emily's mixed compliment as her vision cleared, but stopped short of her thanks when her eyes fell on the ground in front of her. There, at her feet, grew the most elegant element in the room. Dark green leaves gave way to black trimmed blooms, gradually dusting into a dark gray center. Belwyn felt silly for having missed them when she first entered, the plants were everywhere. She knelt down to observe them more closely, feeling an odd pull. Slowly, her hand went out and she let her fingers gently graze against a petal's edge. Then, with a jolt, she retracted. This was the source of her unease no doubt. Though alive itself, the vine like plant clearly only brought death to the things around it. Sighing, she looked up.
"Pay attention to the flowers." she said when she noticed everyone starting to explore. "Don't let your open cuts rub against them or put your fingers to your mouth if you've touched them." she warned.
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Post by Shoni on Dec 12, 2013 21:35:23 GMT -5
"Well that really all depends on who you ask." Zagaroth replied turning toward Didn't. "The young earned money, the old sought knowledge and held political seats, but mostly they................."
A sudden flash cut his sentence in half. Emily danced happily around with two pictures in her hands.
"Some people are just asking for death." Zagaroth thought, smirking to himself. A small hint of concern rose in the back of his mind as he observed Emily. Her face seemed to change while looking at the pictures. Suddenly she began to laugh and stuffed the pictures into her bag. Choosing to ignore her, Zagaroth turned and began walking toward the gate. Some small annoyance still lingered in his ears, like some small insect flying around a titan, or a human aspiring to be a god. After a few minutes he realized it was just Belwyn rambling about some flowers that grew around the room. It had been many years since he had ordered those flowers to be planted.
Arriving at the gate, black stone rose high above his head making him seem small and insignificant. Each breath that left his mouth crystallized on the large slabs of stone.
"You will open for your king." He whispered leaning in close to the giant doors. A small engraving of a crown on the left door began to glow blue and the doors shuttered. Everything in the room shook, loosening some of the spears from their lofty height. Sharp object plummeted down from the ceiling impaling many flowers and others areas of the floor. Zagaroth jumped sideways seconds before a large spear impaled the ground were he had been standing. The gates creaked loudly as they slowly opened. A chilling wind blew puffs of snow through the expanding gap in the gate with great force. Suddenly the shaking and the wind stopped. Zagaroth slowly stood up and brushed the snow from his parka. Before him stood a vast city of ice. A small pain filled his mouth and he noticed that he had bit his tongue in his fall.
"Finally I am home." He muttered, wiping some of the blood from his lip.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 4, 2014 11:14:29 GMT -5
“Ah, they're poisonous to the touch?” Didn't queried, “Well, that shoots my plans to weave laurels for all of us straight to heck.”
Emily sighed loudly, and Yorick gave a relieved snort.
The girl crossed her arms over her chest and let out an exasperated huff, “I swear, the one rule I've learned about this place so far is that everything pretty is designed only to kill us! It's like the people that made this took the idea of 'look, don't touch' and just ran with it for miles. I mean, that's probably why it stood for so long, but at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if they had just wiped themselves out with their own decorations!”
It was then that the doors began to rumble open. Didn't heard the creaking of the spears above her, and stumbled back, landing on her rear. A javelin twice as long as she was tall shot past her, driving into the ice inches away from her ankle with a deafening crunch. Yorick staggered away from the rain of spears, using his bulk to bulldoze both of the women farther from the trap.
Didn't tucked into a backwards roll, and rose to her feet. She clutched at her injured shoulder, her arms shaking.
“So far, so good?” She managed to chatter out, glancing at the rest of the group. Yorick had narrowed his eyes warily, but it seemed they had avoided any serious injuries.
The girl looked back to the hidden kingdom, now exposed before them. The city was an expanse of white, grey, and black, structured in a bowl-shape. As far as the eye could see, there were squat white huts, each crafted with geometric precision into shining hexagons. Towards the center, the buildings grew taller, gaining additional floors and skeletal balconies of ice with slots for weapons to be fired through.
At the very core of the city, however, stood the most formidable of all the defenses. A ring of the titanic ice pillars had been carved out, each one drilled through with multitudes of tunnels and ringed up their entire length with the same military balconies as the other homes. The ribbed, slotted ice sheath around them created the illusion of a dozen immense skeletal serpents plunging into the frozen earth.
In between all of them, a gigantic diamond of pure, transparent ice stood. It was webbed with supports and catwalks running out from it to each of the columns, and the largest of all the pillars burst forth from its pinnacle. Sharp spires of ice wreathed the column towards the top, each longer than a city bus. Together, their formation invoked an imperial crown, regal and austere. The sunlight from above the chamber lensed through the construct, each point radiating brilliant rays of light.
“And so, this is the kingdom of the Gelhaim...” Didn't craned her neck, drinking deeply of the alien architecture. “Judging by how pretty it is here, I probably can't touch anything.”
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Post by Clicker on Aug 7, 2014 17:15:14 GMT -5
"How poisonous do you think these are Belwynn?" Emily knelt down fishing in her sack. Eventually she produced a plastic baggy and began to pick the flowers, careful not to touch them with anything but the bag. she stood up and stretched "Who wants to go first?" After the spear incident she was more than willing to let others take the lead. "Even if we can't touch anything I can still take pictures." Emily did a joyful little hop. "Belwynn do you think they have a gift shop? judging from what we've seen already I bet they have some stuff that would be right down my alley."
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Post by Cendra on Aug 18, 2014 22:40:24 GMT -5
Belwyn just about jumped out of her skin at the disturbance opening the doors caused. After the cracking and crashing of ice ceased she was able to take in the breath taking sight. The towers, spirals and crystals reflected the dazzling light that bounced from one work of art to the next. Didn't's deduction was more than likely correct however and she watched warily as Flint continued on through the gates. Belwyn was jostled out of her thoughts by the onslaught of questions that came from Emily.
“A spiteful and painful death kind of poisonous I would guess. And I highly doubt they wanted to encourage tourism.” Belwyn answered softly as the woman continued to speak. Emily skipped from one thing to the next so often she was never quite sure if the woman really expected an answer from her.
“Flint has already taken the lead. We should keep up so we won't get separated. I have a feeling this place is allot bigger.”
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Post by Shoni on Sept 6, 2014 13:54:53 GMT -5
Zagaroth slowly stepped threw the gates and onto the first city street. The buildings stretched out in front of him in a nightmarish labyrinth. Each street seemed to curve into another and many doubled back on themselves turning the city into a large circular maze. Yet each turn seemed familiar and there was no doubt where he had to go.
"I think it would be best if we found the citadel that's suppose to be in the center of the city." Zagaroth said as he turned around. The others still seemed distracted by the flowers, Emily was carefully filling a bag with them for study. "Silly human." He thought "You shouldn't play with things you can not understand, those flowers have been killing people for thousands of years and nothing could be done about it."
Belwyn and the others hurried to catch up to Zagaroth after Emily had finished collecting her samples.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 8, 2015 23:40:54 GMT -5
“I'm guessing it's the one under the gigantic crown-wearing gem of ice?” Didn't offered brightly, “After all, only royalty can be that-”
She paused, and rubbed at her chin in though.
“Ostentatious, I think that's the proper word for it.”
Yorick snorted in blunt agreement. He stepped gingerly amongst the cobblestones, nervously eying the flowers. They had a sweet note to their scent, but there was a nasty underlying bitterness that made his sensitive nose sting. He shouldered in closer to Didn't protectively, his mighty flanks twitching.
“Hmmm...” Didn't tilted her head in thought, glancing at the path they trod. There were worn designs on each of the patchwork stones, seemingly the only things in the entire city that weren't a frigid monochrome. Her eyes snapped open in recognition.
“Hieroglyphs! Those are Egyptian sandstone!” Didn't jumped to a square of tan rock, indicating the spot with her boot. She looked ahead, eagerly jumping to the next one.
“And this is Greek marble!” She continued bouncing along the pathway.
“Celtic bluestone!” Didn't hopscotched to the next one, and spun on her heel.
“Emily, that one to your left is Chinese granite!” She tugged off her glove to better point to a streaky stone.
“Viking limestone!” The girl hopped backwards, sticking her landing in a puff of snow.
“And the one you just stepped on is Norman Flint!” Didn't paused, shrugged her glove back on, and sheepishly scuffed the ground with her boot, “By that, I mean that the one Emily stepped on is flint from the Normans. Not that the rock Flint stepped on is named Norman. That would just just be weird.”
“These guys might not have liked tourists, but they sure traveled a lot and brought a bunch home with them, didn't they?”
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Post by Cendra on Jan 9, 2015 19:20:21 GMT -5
“It would seems so.” Belwyn said quietly letting a small smile lift her cold lips. Despite the circumstances she found Didn't's enthusiasm endearing. “Do you like studying different types of earth, Didn't? Perhaps if the pattern continues out into the maze of streets we'll be able to use it as a sort of guide. Assuming Flint doesn't already know the way.” She turned back to the others. “What do you think?”
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Post by Shoni on Nov 13, 2015 12:59:22 GMT -5
“I have no idea which way to go.” Zagaroth lied. “Maybe Didn’t should take the lead since she seems most familiar with the different stones. There may be some significance to them.”
Slowing his steps, Zagaroth allowed the rest of the group to catch up to him before he fell into stride with Emily. “Do you have more gummy worms?” He inquired as he ruffled through his pockets looking for ammunition to reload his pistols. Finding what he was looking for, Zagaroth quickly extracted the clips and began inserting bullets. The clicking of the bullets sliding into place was rapid and systematic. Pausing for a brief moment he looked at the last bullet. Stuffing his hand back in his pocket his fingers brushed against a few dried leaves. Rubbing the bullet against the leaf Zagaroth extracted the bullet from his pocket once again and slid it into the clip. Jamming both clips back into his pistols he returned them to their hiding place within his jacket.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 15, 2015 16:46:28 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm terrible with rocks. I've just traveled a lot!" Didn't responded, giggling. Her laughter echoed through the necropolis, coming back high and ghostly.
As Zagaroth suggested she lead the way, Didn't's face fell, and she jutted out her lower lip in a pout.
"Flint, do you really want me leading the way? I can't see any real pattern to the stones, and I think you, Emily, and Belwyn all could handle any traps better than I could," She met his gaze, her eyes wide with fear, "I know how scary this place can be, Flint. But is it really the best choice to put me up front?"
Zagaroth simply gave a curt nod. As the young girl turned away, he allowed himself a sadistic smirk.
"Hey Flint, what are you smiling about?" Emily piped up. the emperor of the assassin kingdom winced, and had to keep his eyes turned towards the floor to avoid shooting the chef a withering death glare.
"Oh, I get it! you're just happy to be home!" Emily offered warmly, "It's okay to be homesick. If you want to hang back and reminisce, that's totally fine. you don't have to be stern and strong all the time just because you're a guy!"
“Hey, Didn’t, you ever see the Wizard of Oz?” Emily lilted as she skipped to the front of the marching order.
“See it? I went to the premier!” Didn’t clapped her hands on her knees.
“that’s…” Emily paused, and tilted her head in befuddlement, “wonderful!”
She bounded forwards, hooking her arm with Didn’t’s. Giving a cordial nod to eachother, they began skipping down the pathway. Yorick cantered along after them, tossing his huge shaggy head merrily.
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Post by Cendra on Dec 14, 2015 18:45:50 GMT -5
“No! Wait! Be careful you three!” Belwyn called out to scold them, but the two girls and Yorick plodded on ahead. A plume of breath left her mouth as she huffed in exasperation.
“Didn't, At least make your yoyo go ahead of you!” If they were going to walk ahead anyway, best to have the yoyo step on a trap than one of them.
“I know this is your home, Flint, but I'm not sure that was the best course of action.” Belwyn looked back at him pointedly as she followed behind the excitable trio ahead.
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Post by Shoni on Dec 17, 2015 19:38:13 GMT -5
As the group traveled further into town the roads continued to wind in a confusing maze. The barracks’ that had bordered the town had begun to give way to dome like structures and tall residential complexes. Lining the rocky patchwork of a path, tall statues seemed to stare down at Zagaroth. The clear ice constructs distorted the buildings behind them creating many unusual shapes. Each statue held a spear and a shield decorated with a large rune. Their eyes seemed to follow the movements of the people that traveled below them. Attempting to shake off the feeling of watching eyes, Zagaroth pulled his hood over his white hair. Small clouds of moisture drifted from his mouth with every exhale. Belwyn’s voice grated against his ears from nearby but he seemed distracted by something off in the distance. His eyes were fixed on the citadel in the cities center. Its large dome roof seemed to always loom over the next set of building. However, it never seemed to get closer.
A strange pull called Zagaroth to one of the nearby superstructure. Slipping away from the others he slowly approached the residential building. He still felt the unsettling presence of eyes on his back as he approached one of the many doors that lined the wall. Turning the nob he attempted to push the door inward. Unfortunately time had taken its toll and it refused to budge. The unknown pull from behind the door would not allow Zagaroth to simply walk away. Frost began to spread from his hand onto the handle and slowly spread across the doors surface. A sudden impact from his foot shattered the door into splinters. The air from within the house smelt musty and was filled with dust. Stepping inside Zagaroth looked around. It appeared to be the average household of these people. Paintings of the family who had once lived there lined the walls. Each portrait held a different memory, in the closest one a scarred father stood protectively behind his beautiful wife and two small children. Both children had a large smile on their face as their mother hugged them close. The tiny girls black hair contrasted her brothers white hair. Walking further down the hall Zagaroth looked over each painting as they passed. In one of the portraits the mother looked over her daughter’s shoulder as she tried to sharpen one of the kitchen knives. In another the father was correcting his son’s form with a bow and arrow. Something seemed vaguely familiar about each portrait but Zagaroth was unable to put a finger on it. Reaching the end of the hall he was faced with a second door. Compared to the first entry way this one opened fairly easily.
The air within the room smelled even mustier than the air in the hallway had. Zagaroth looked around what must have been the family room. At one time it was probably the most active area of the house, now it seemed to be frozen in time. A window on the far wall provided enough light to distinguish many of the room’s features. Ornamental spears and swords were fastened to the wall on either side of the window. In the middle of the room was a large marble table surrounded by the remains of cedar chairs, only the chair that sat at the end of the table remained. Its obsidian structure was resilient to the passing of time and refused to be compromised. A large fireplace decorated the wall directly across from where Zagaroth had entered the room. As his eyes wandered around the room he suddenly realized why this house had seemed to pull him. All of the portraits in the entryway had been of when the children had been younger. However, above the fireplace hung a more recent painting. This one looked similar to the first one Zagaroth had seen when he entered the house. The main difference was that the boy seemed have grown into young teenager and his sister was no longer the tiny little thing from before. Now she seemed to be around ten years old and had begun to resemble her mother. Tears filled his eyes as the grey slowly faded back to ice blue. The evil smirk was now gone and Flint stood in the doorway. Tears trickled down his face as he stared at the portrait of his family. It was like looking into a mirror that allowed you to see into the past. His father looked so strong like nothing could defeat him; at least that’s what he used to think. His mother’s loving eyes seemed to stare down at him telling him everything was going to be okay, just like she used to.
“Everything wasn’t okay.” Flint thought.
His sister’s smile haunted him the most. Flint struggled to remember a time when that smile had ever disappeared; he could only think of one.
“I should have saved you. I should have saved everyone.”
Tears wouldn’t stop flowing from his eyes. Walking across the room Flint reached up and took down the portrait. Breaking the frame he rolled up the canvas and stuffed it into his backpack. Time seemed frozen as Flint sat in the obsidian chair, tears staining his parka. Pulling himself together, he stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. In the far corner a stair case could be seen leading to an upper level. Ascending the stairs, Flint found himself in another hallway. Opening the first door on the right he walked into what used to be his room. Books lined one wall and a desk rested beneath a window next to his old bed. On the desk was a small leather bound book that had a small rune in the covers bottom corner. Quickly picking up the book he walked out of the room and stuffed it into his bag. For a few minutes Flint just stood in the hallway staring at the door across from his. That was where his sister used to sleep. Some nights she would run into his room crying because she had a nightmare and he would let her sleep with him promising to always protect her. The tears threatened to come back but he pushed open the door before they could flow. His sister’s room was smaller than his but it was decorated in much the same way. The largest difference was that a nightstand sat next to her bed instead of a desk. Unable to be in the room any longer Flint walked back into the hallway. Further down the corridor was his parent’s room. He walked until the door was directly in front of him. However, he did not dare open that door, he knew he would cry. Flint’s legs felt unsteady and he leaned against the wall for support, he could feel the tears coming.
On the street below Belwyn had continued to try reasoning with the group about being careful. Occasionally she would make a remark or ask a question to Flint. She didn’t receive any answers to her inquires but had assumed that it was because his thoughts were somewhere else. Suddenly she felt something brush against her shoulder. Assuming it was Flint, Belwyn turned and screamed as one of the statues that had lined the road loomed over her.
“Emily the statues are alive. Where is Flint?”
The sudden scream from outside broke the silence that seemed to suffocate the house. Once again grey exploded into Flint’s eyes and a sinister smile slowly crept across his face. Standing up Zagaroth ran to the end of the hallway and jumped through an open window. Empty air surrounded him as he began to fall towards the ground. Glancing at the three girls on the street below he saw that the statues had moved from their pedestals and were preparing to attack.
“Perfect.”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 7, 2016 22:45:52 GMT -5
“Why do you think the Gelhaim put all these weird creepy statues around?” Didn’t inquired pensively.
“They’re targets to keep the snow-pigeons from pooping on their huts! It’s a little known fact, but snow-pigeons were a huge pest animal in the Arctic up until the 1800s, when they were crowded out of their traditional nesting grounds by the locomotive and dirigible industries,” Emily offered blithely. She discretely slipped out of her gloves, sliding her hands into her coat pockets, “It’s really quite tragic. Thousands of pigeons died, so that wealthy industrialists could afford more monocles.”
”Emily, there’s footprints behind that one,” Didn’t waved towards one that knelt to the side of one of the huts, looming over it with a translucent spear poised.
“Oh, those must be the footprints of the statue cleaners! Those snow pigeons made such a gigantic mess,” The chef nudged Didn’t, guiding her path away from the effigy. Yorick gave a displeased snort.
With a seismic rumble, the frozen titan lunged forward, aiming to skewer the young girl with its lance.
Emily flipped onto her back, sweeping Didn’t’s feet out from under her. They went down in a puff of snow, the head of spear roaring past them like a passing bus. Planting her foot against Didn’t’s keister, Emily shoved into a somersault. A moment later, the sentry’s immense foot slammed down where the two of them had been, missing by inches.
With one smooth motion, Emily flung her hands outwards. Chips of ice exploded into the air as two huge cans of soup slammed into the haft of the giant’s frozen spear, taking chunks out of it and sending pale cracks threading through it.
Its frigid eyes shifted, turning to focus on the cook. Emily waved politely, and smiled broadly.
”You’re cranky because I mentioned snow-pigeons, aren’t you?”
The gargantuan pivoted, and hefted its lance once more. Emily clenched her jaw, still smiling, and bolted to the side. Throwing herself at the side of one of the huts, she dug the treads of her boots into its slippery side. She took two steps up the incline of the building, tilting her head back.
She found herself looking directly at a spearhead the size of tire, flying towards her face. Emily kicked off of the side of the building, letting her body follow her head. She tucked into a backflip, the spear coming close enough to tear a seam out of her fluffy coat in a cloud of goose down. The weapon smashed into the side of the house, blasting through the wall in a shower of ice.
Emily darted to the side, forcing the sentry to turn to track her. There was a loud crunch from above as the behemoth’s spear snapped off in the side of the hut, breaking where the cans had cratered it.
”I hate to do this-” Emily jumped backwards, a cloud of snow kicking up in her wake, “But...”
She mustered her most defiant glare.
”Snow pigeons actually aren’t extinct!”
The immense construct hurled the shattered remains of it weapon towards the chef. Emily cartwheeled back, the column impacting point-first and sinking several feet into the earth where she’d just been standing.
Emily bounded onto the butt of the spear, reaching into her bag as she landed. She whipped a cylinder into the titan’s face with a loud crack, and then twirled away. She skied down the frozen pillar, taking cover as a brown fluid splashed across the statue’s immense visage.
“Smells good!” Didn’t remarked as she darted around a hut to flank the giant.
”Hot cocoa,” Emily noted with flounce, “I made it from scratch with Dutch chocolate and goat’s milk, just a touch of Belgian caramel too to bring out its natural richness.”
The steaming beverage ran into the monolith’s eyes. As it met the rime-covered spheres they first cracked, and then chipped. Chunks of what had once been its eyes trickled down into the snow. The edifice dropped to its knees, groping blindly.
“It’s a tragedy that statues can never appreciate my culinary skills-” Emily noted wistfully. A moment later, the gargantua tilted its head towards the sound of her voice, and caught her with a backhanded swing.
“EEP!” Emily went sprawling away, skipping off the roof of a hut and skidding across the ground. She landed in a winded heap, snow wafting down over her.
The statue rose up, and began stomping purposefully towards her. It clipped the side of the domed building, shattered chunks crumbling off in its wake. As it drew nearer to her, it began driving its feet into the earth more deliberately, each impact enough to make Emily bump up off the ground. The reeling chef attempted to clamber to her feet, and faltered, landing on her back once more.
An immense foot rose up, covering the woman in shadow. Emily managed a strained smile as it came plunging down towards her-
“OVERDRIVE!”
The stomp stopped short, the gigantic leg hovering scant inches above the baker. Snow exploded outwards from the force of the blow, sweeping the ground beneath Emily. Didn’t’s yo-yo, big enough to seat a family around for a large meal, had been interposed at the last possible second.
The girl stood with one hand ungloved, string wound through her fingers. Didn’t raised her chin, and defiantly threw back her hood.
“If I wanted pancakes, I’d be asking Emily to make them, thank you very much!” She took hold of her elbow with her gloved hand, and yanked the string with all her might. The yo-yo slipped out from under the statue, kicking it off balance. As it flailed to regain its footing, Yorick came thundering along, slamming into the back of its other knee.
An effigy as tall as a utility pole went horizontal, hovering over in midair before plummeting into the ground with a calamitous crash. Yorick shouldered Emily out of the way, sheltering her with his bulk as the golem shattered into hundreds of pieces.
As the dust cleared, Didn’t climbed atop the broken remains of the statue.
“Everybody okay?”
Yorick snorted in the affirmative, as Emily slowly staggered to her feet, bracing herself on his horn.
“I could really use some hot cocoa.”
OOC: I know there's more statues to fight. Figured I'd get this little scene out of the way first.
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Post by Cendra on Mar 8, 2016 15:22:21 GMT -5
Cold eyes were fixed on Belwyn as she backed away slowly from the stern, mindless glare. Animated ice sculptures were certainly an element she had not been expecting. Her ears twitched at the sound of her companions fighting behind her, but she didn't dare make a sudden move for fear of triggering another attacker until the two had finished off their first unfriendly guest. Dealing heavy blows was literally not her strength, but unfortunately seemed to be the only major weakness the statues had.
“Hey, um,” Belwyn spoke as loudly as she dared, heart in her throat, “if you two are able, a lot of help would be appreciated over here.”
Where had Flint gone anyway? This was the exact situation they needed him in. Belwyn heard the thud of Emily hitting the ground behind her.
“Nope. I guess not available yet.” she whispered growing more anxious by the second. A little squeak of, “Flint?” left her lips before she could stop it.
The higher pitch of her voice carried into the dome space making her cringe. What ever delicate pause she had kept with the ice giant, was shattered. A flash of metal glinted off the ice as Belwyn drew both of her short swords and dodged behind a wall of one of the many houses to avoid the incoming blow of the ice spear. Her breathing grew shorter as the wall shook from the impact of the narrowly escaped attack. A spider-work of cracks now decorated the surface of the structure. It definitely wasn't going to withstand a second hit.
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Post by Shoni on Apr 20, 2016 10:19:26 GMT -5
The ground seemed to rapidly come closer as Zagaroth plummeted downward in a rain of glass and wood splinters. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out one of the pistols and quietly pointed it toward Belwyn’s head. Her cheeks glowed a bright red and her rapid shallow breathing created small clouds of moisture. She hadn’t noticed him yet, she seemed distracted by the large sentries that were intent on murdering them all.
“Pity.”
His finger slowly tightened around the trigger. A loud crash erupted through the cavern as the statue’s arm tore through the wall and knocked the girl to the ground. Shards of ice exploded into the air as the giants arm absorbed the bullet. Cutting through the ice fragments with a hiss the casing landed next to Zagaroth’s foot sinking deeply into the snow. Swiftly bringing up his knee he shattered the fractured forearm and it fell heavily to the ground. Jumping through the newly created hole in the wall he looked at the giants before him. They were slowly waking up from there pedestals one by one. A nearby sentinel swung for the back of Zagaroth’s head as he walked forward. The statues fist was violently tore into tiny pieces as it approached its target. Zagaroth’s eyes had become locked on Emily as he ignored his rapidly disintegrating attacker. Retrieving the other pistol from his jacket he fired three shots in rapid succession. The first two shots lodged themselves into the joints of sentinels that were closing in on Emily. The third shot threaded between the two massive bodies as they collapsed to the ground. Red droplets splattered across the snow as the bullet punctured Emily’s left leg.
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