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Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)
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“Yes you!” the dark knight replied, a note of bemusement in their voice. Her hesitant announcement that she had only recently arrived at the mountain village herself caused the woman to tilt her head and glance around, as if she expected no further comment from the seamstress, but when Elysia spoke further the knight turned back to her as if curious. “Apparently you do,” the knight said softly, and unless the warrior’s helmet blocked the periphery of her vision, she could likely see the animated juggernaut where it stood in place, as still as a statue in its undead state. Her two questions drew another glance from the knight, who replied; “Which who? And what do you mean by here? If you want to know why we are here, that would be because we were hunting the group that attacked this village. It was unfortunate that we didn’t catch up to them sooner, else many lives might have been saved here.”
With the unease of the townsfolk steadily rising, Alaric suddenly stepped into the midst of the villagers and growled; “Why did they come here? Did you drive them here, demon?” A murmur swept through the crowd both within the assembled warriors and inside the half-collapsed town hall at the blacksmith’s announcement, but a soft chuckle swept across the group of knights, and the gigantic shadowy hounds and the flaming horse upon which their leader had ridden into Blinlock seemed to join in, in their own way. The horse seemed to dim slightly after a moment, and the shadows around the hounds slowly receded until they looked only like massive wolves, almost like the dire wolves that the seamstress had heard of around her own village of Laerwick, though it was plain to see that they were no common beasts. Regardless of their reactions to the blacksmith's question, it was clear that the rest of Blinlock took poorly to their rescuers, and even more so after Alaric gave voice to the name of their race. Many murmurs were traveling about among the townsfolk, and though most of them traveled among the townspeople, the spotlight that had been placed upon Elysia by the demon's immediate singling out of her drew some of their whispers and dark glances in her direction.
“No, they are not here because of us, human. They are the remnants of a tower constructed by the aliens from their own foul flesh, one that we destroyed a few days ago. My mistress opted to return to Acheron after the work was done, but sent us to eliminate the sole remaining elder lord after she destroyed the tower.” The knight’s reply came after a momentary pause, and was delivered in an entirely efficient manner, one with very little passion left obvious, and as such only seemed to frustrate Alaric further. "And you chased them here!? You're just as responsible for the deaths of these people as they are!" he declared, and even though many of them had looked upon the demons with distrust before, the normally level headed blacksmith's reaction to the ones that had come to their aid drew surprise even from the other townsfolk, and they glanced among one another with somewhat frightened looks, not an unreasonable reaction given the apparent strength of the beings that he was taunting.
He strode up to the destroyed steps, stopping only at the edge of the crater that the alien lord had created, and passing Elysia without so much as a glance in her direction. The look on his face was fiercer than any she'd ever seen on the man's face, his rage surpassing even the look that he'd worn when he'd smashed his hammer against Typhon's face after finding him and his cronies in the middle of raping Elysia. That tool was held like a weapon in the massive man's hand, and though he faced the towering, armored knight from across both a rather sizable horizontal and vertical gap, he held no fear on his face. The demon knight apparently noticed this, and the reaction to it among the townsfolk, as she strode forward until she stood on the opposite edge of the crater, though she left her weapons behind with her flaming mount. "Your evident distaste for me and mine suggests to me that my kin have done you a disservice of some sort in the past, and for that I can only offer my own apologies, such as they are. That said, your accusation is entirely unfounded," the demon stated, and then slowly reached up to remove their helmet.
The supposition that it was a woman wearing the black armor was confirmed as the finely chiseled piece of worked ebony steel came off, and the woman cradled the helmet under her left arm as she face Alaric with a calm scowl. Her features were as finely chiseled as those of the statue of a goddess, angular but supple and prideful, and her looks combined with her noble bearing almost made her seem royal, a sharp contrast to the bare-chest and rugged Alaric. Her hair was a fiery red to match the mane of her mount, cut short enough that it didn't even fall all the way to her shoulders, and her eyes were a deep blue that Elysia could see even from the distance at which she stood were flecked with gold and red. "The aliens chose their direction, and we followed as quickly as we could. I am truly sorry for your losses, and wish with all my heart that I could have prevented them, but you are not the first mortal village that I have seen scarred or even obliterated by the aliens. Your other protectors both mortal and immortal are stretched thin fighting them as it is, and we of Acheron have offered what aid we can to help stem the tide without asking anything in return. It is time for us to drop our old prejudices, lest the gray tides wash over us all."
The knight delivered every word in a tone of frank sincerity that was startlingly reminiscent of Alaric's usual tone, and though the words might as well have bounced off of the angry man, her tone seemed to mollify him slightly. Taking the opportunity left by Alaric's moment of silence, one of the other townspeople stepped forward from the group in the town hall, an old portly man with receding grey hair and heavily weathered skin, who cleared his throat and said; "Please forgive our blacksmith, he has... Personal history... Where your kind are concerned. We are all very grateful for your timely intervention, Lady Knight, and on behalf of Blinlock I would like to extend an offer of our hospitality!" The knight half turned toward him and calmly asked; "And who are you to make such an offer, if I may be so bold? I would not push my presence onto those who do not desire it." The man promptly answered; "Ahhh, ahehm, I am Calvin, Calvin Sanderson, Mayor elect of Blinlock.... That would be this village, in case you hadn't noticed the sign on your way in!"
The woman smiled and turned fully, ascending back up the steps and henceforth ignoring Alaric, who glared silently at her back unless Elysia opted to drag him away. "Excellent! I had thought that the men of authority had all perished in that spell. I gratefully accept your generous offer on behalf of the 107th, on the condition that you allow us to pay for any and all services rendered to us in full for the extent of our stay here. We have no need for charity," the knight replied calmly, and the mayor of Blinlock smiled and nodded, "Of course! Aheh.... I'm sure that our citizens won't have any problems with that!" It was then that Alaric gave the mayor a disgusted look, and would start heading over to his shop. In the meantime, Elysia would spot movement out of the corner of her eye, and see that Brun, Alaric's blacksmith, was emerging from the same rubble pile that he'd emerged from earlier, looking extremely dazed. People were also coming up from the road out of Blinlock, people that Elysia vaguely recognized from her earlier walks through the village as citizens from the town, and many of them were carrying picks and shovels, while others carried farming implements, marking them as those who'd been busy at work when the attack had hit.
Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 29/42, EP = 1/112, Status = Fine, Aspect of Spirit X = 3 (+12 Dodge, +12 attack, +6 Speed) 6/25 Resistance, Low on Energy
NPC Stats:
Alaric: HP = ??/94, PP = ??/42, EP = ??/42, Status = fine?, taken 6 Resistance damage
NPC Stats:
Alaric: HP = ??/94, PP = ??/42, EP = ??/42, Status = fine?, taken 6 Resistance damage
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Elysia gains 12 exp for today! 
“Yes you!” the dark knight replied, a note of bemusement in their voice. Her hesitant announcement that she had only recently arrived at the mountain village herself caused the woman to tilt her head and glance around, as if she expected no further comment from the seamstress, but when Elysia spoke further the knight turned back to her as if curious. “Apparently you do,” the knight said softly, and unless the warrior’s helmet blocked the periphery of her vision, she could likely see the animated juggernaut where it stood in place, as still as a statue in its undead state. Her two questions drew another glance from the knight, who replied; “Which who? And what do you mean by here? If you want to know why we are here, that would be because we were hunting the group that attacked this village. It was unfortunate that we didn’t catch up to them sooner, else many lives might have been saved here.”
With the unease of the townsfolk steadily rising, Alaric suddenly stepped into the midst of the villagers and growled; “Why did they come here? Did you drive them here, demon?” A murmur swept through the crowd both within the assembled warriors and inside the half-collapsed town hall at the blacksmith’s announcement, but a soft chuckle swept across the group of knights, and the gigantic shadowy hounds and the flaming horse upon which their leader had ridden into Blinlock seemed to join in, in their own way. The horse seemed to dim slightly after a moment, and the shadows around the hounds slowly receded until they looked only like massive wolves, almost like the dire wolves that the seamstress had heard of around her own village of Laerwick, though it was plain to see that they were no common beasts. Regardless of their reactions to the blacksmith's question, it was clear that the rest of Blinlock took poorly to their rescuers, and even more so after Alaric gave voice to the name of their race. Many murmurs were traveling about among the townsfolk, and though most of them traveled among the townspeople, the spotlight that had been placed upon Elysia by the demon's immediate singling out of her drew some of their whispers and dark glances in her direction.
“No, they are not here because of us, human. They are the remnants of a tower constructed by the aliens from their own foul flesh, one that we destroyed a few days ago. My mistress opted to return to Acheron after the work was done, but sent us to eliminate the sole remaining elder lord after she destroyed the tower.” The knight’s reply came after a momentary pause, and was delivered in an entirely efficient manner, one with very little passion left obvious, and as such only seemed to frustrate Alaric further. "And you chased them here!? You're just as responsible for the deaths of these people as they are!" he declared, and even though many of them had looked upon the demons with distrust before, the normally level headed blacksmith's reaction to the ones that had come to their aid drew surprise even from the other townsfolk, and they glanced among one another with somewhat frightened looks, not an unreasonable reaction given the apparent strength of the beings that he was taunting.
He strode up to the destroyed steps, stopping only at the edge of the crater that the alien lord had created, and passing Elysia without so much as a glance in her direction. The look on his face was fiercer than any she'd ever seen on the man's face, his rage surpassing even the look that he'd worn when he'd smashed his hammer against Typhon's face after finding him and his cronies in the middle of raping Elysia. That tool was held like a weapon in the massive man's hand, and though he faced the towering, armored knight from across both a rather sizable horizontal and vertical gap, he held no fear on his face. The demon knight apparently noticed this, and the reaction to it among the townsfolk, as she strode forward until she stood on the opposite edge of the crater, though she left her weapons behind with her flaming mount. "Your evident distaste for me and mine suggests to me that my kin have done you a disservice of some sort in the past, and for that I can only offer my own apologies, such as they are. That said, your accusation is entirely unfounded," the demon stated, and then slowly reached up to remove their helmet.
The supposition that it was a woman wearing the black armor was confirmed as the finely chiseled piece of worked ebony steel came off, and the woman cradled the helmet under her left arm as she face Alaric with a calm scowl. Her features were as finely chiseled as those of the statue of a goddess, angular but supple and prideful, and her looks combined with her noble bearing almost made her seem royal, a sharp contrast to the bare-chest and rugged Alaric. Her hair was a fiery red to match the mane of her mount, cut short enough that it didn't even fall all the way to her shoulders, and her eyes were a deep blue that Elysia could see even from the distance at which she stood were flecked with gold and red. "The aliens chose their direction, and we followed as quickly as we could. I am truly sorry for your losses, and wish with all my heart that I could have prevented them, but you are not the first mortal village that I have seen scarred or even obliterated by the aliens. Your other protectors both mortal and immortal are stretched thin fighting them as it is, and we of Acheron have offered what aid we can to help stem the tide without asking anything in return. It is time for us to drop our old prejudices, lest the gray tides wash over us all."
The knight delivered every word in a tone of frank sincerity that was startlingly reminiscent of Alaric's usual tone, and though the words might as well have bounced off of the angry man, her tone seemed to mollify him slightly. Taking the opportunity left by Alaric's moment of silence, one of the other townspeople stepped forward from the group in the town hall, an old portly man with receding grey hair and heavily weathered skin, who cleared his throat and said; "Please forgive our blacksmith, he has... Personal history... Where your kind are concerned. We are all very grateful for your timely intervention, Lady Knight, and on behalf of Blinlock I would like to extend an offer of our hospitality!" The knight half turned toward him and calmly asked; "And who are you to make such an offer, if I may be so bold? I would not push my presence onto those who do not desire it." The man promptly answered; "Ahhh, ahehm, I am Calvin, Calvin Sanderson, Mayor elect of Blinlock.... That would be this village, in case you hadn't noticed the sign on your way in!"
The woman smiled and turned fully, ascending back up the steps and henceforth ignoring Alaric, who glared silently at her back unless Elysia opted to drag him away. "Excellent! I had thought that the men of authority had all perished in that spell. I gratefully accept your generous offer on behalf of the 107th, on the condition that you allow us to pay for any and all services rendered to us in full for the extent of our stay here. We have no need for charity," the knight replied calmly, and the mayor of Blinlock smiled and nodded, "Of course! Aheh.... I'm sure that our citizens won't have any problems with that!" It was then that Alaric gave the mayor a disgusted look, and would start heading over to his shop. In the meantime, Elysia would spot movement out of the corner of her eye, and see that Brun, Alaric's blacksmith, was emerging from the same rubble pile that he'd emerged from earlier, looking extremely dazed. People were also coming up from the road out of Blinlock, people that Elysia vaguely recognized from her earlier walks through the village as citizens from the town, and many of them were carrying picks and shovels, while others carried farming implements, marking them as those who'd been busy at work when the attack had hit.
Elysia's FrankenHunter: +30 Body, +4 AV, 12/74 HP.
Elysia's FrankenJuggernaut: +30 Body, +4 AV.
Elysia's FrankenJuggernaut: +30 Body, +4 AV.
