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Re: Hafnium Test Thread
At Mari's comment about her birthday, Lenalee smiled wolfishly, but her voice was a little bit more grim than might have been healthy when she replied; "Thank me when we're out of here." On the way out, she noted, but didn't comment on the trophies hanging from the wall. Lochan seemed content with that, and she could think of no reason to bother the man about past hunts now, when they were in so much danger, but it was good to know that the old man likely could do more than just shoot. Her mutated visage smiled, the look altogether more unsettling than reassuring, at Lochan's unwillingness to look at the illusion she had crafted. She handed the old soldier her staff, and confidently said; "Hold on to this for me, until I return."
Following her less than harrowing walk through the village, during which she carefully marked in her head where the house she had left was, and where the houses where she had seen the shadows move had been. She had left her staff behind, and adopted an awkward gait in the hopes of better imitating the mutated villagers, but as she remained unmolested throughout her trip. She was getting to know the layout of the place a little, and she noted the residual magic she could sense where Lila had teleported in. Despite having almost been killed there, Lenalee smiled broadly as she strolled through the desecrated village.
She was careful as she entered the abandoned home, searching it quickly both for hostiles and for useful items, and finding neither. She paid little head to the corpses or to the destroyed decorations and furniture, and climbed up to the top. Through the attic, and to the roof, making sure to close things behind her along the way. An early warning would be nice, in the event of something following her up here.
Lenalee surveyed the village, paying special attention to the chant she heard coming from somewhere nearby. But only for a moment. The sorceress allowed her illusion to fade away, and stared up into the darkened sky with a wide serene smile upon her face. She felt... At peace, as the wind lightly brushed across her face, but that peace was quickly disturbed as the chant floated across the village. Her eyes opened once more, blazing white as she began to call upon the greatest of her spells.
Her messy black hair rose above her head as electricity crackled across her body, causing her robes to cling to her skin. Thunder roared weekly above, the sky preparing for what was to come. She worked her power, stoking the flames of her magic until she seemed ready to burst, and then.... She unleashed her magic, and took hold of the skies.
The thunder suddenly went silent, and it began to rain, first lightly, and then gradually proceeding to a total downpour. Lenalee was soaked within a few moments, but that hardly mattered to her at the time. She was not cold. Not with her magic working the way it was. The tips of her breasts hardened, but from arousal, not the chill rain pattering onto her body. Ecstasy coursed through her as she worked this, the ultimate expression of her chosen power, but there was one brief moment of clarity before Lenalee fell into the trance of her magic completely.
In that moment, she wondered if the inquisition might not be so wrong, in the long run. Sure they kidnapped and tortured innocent children, but they did so with a purpose. They existed to prevent exactly what she was about to do, after all. They existed to keep people with her kind of power from obliterating helpless little villages such as this one from the world in a moment of anger.
As she fell into the trance required of this particular working, Lenalee wondered if they might be able to do a better job. Regardless, she began to laugh, and spread her arms wide to greet the storm she had summoned. Three brilliant flashes, and the loudest crack of thunder that had ever been heard, and the chanting was drowned out. All three bolts had struck in that area, distilling their deadly power throughout the area. More lightning struck, hammering into the desolate village at her command. Wood splintered and caught fire as her lightning bolts struck it, and houses crumbled beneath her wrath. She could only hold the power for so long, but in those few moments in which Lenalee controlled the storm..... She felt like a goddess.
All too soon, it was over, as she released her grip upon the lightning and lowered her arms. She was soaked to the bone from the rain, and the storm she had conjured still raged, and would continue to do so without some intervention. She had no intention of giving it. Still on the high from her magic and giggling madly, Lenalee re-assumed her illusion and started back, basking in the excitement that using her power gave to her. She was practically skipping through the mud, utterly unbothered by the storm around and above her as she returned to her allies. Lucidity was most certainly not something she could be accused of at the moment, and as such, her disguise and the rain were her only protection, excluding the armor she wore beneath the illusion of course.
At Mari's comment about her birthday, Lenalee smiled wolfishly, but her voice was a little bit more grim than might have been healthy when she replied; "Thank me when we're out of here." On the way out, she noted, but didn't comment on the trophies hanging from the wall. Lochan seemed content with that, and she could think of no reason to bother the man about past hunts now, when they were in so much danger, but it was good to know that the old man likely could do more than just shoot. Her mutated visage smiled, the look altogether more unsettling than reassuring, at Lochan's unwillingness to look at the illusion she had crafted. She handed the old soldier her staff, and confidently said; "Hold on to this for me, until I return."
Following her less than harrowing walk through the village, during which she carefully marked in her head where the house she had left was, and where the houses where she had seen the shadows move had been. She had left her staff behind, and adopted an awkward gait in the hopes of better imitating the mutated villagers, but as she remained unmolested throughout her trip. She was getting to know the layout of the place a little, and she noted the residual magic she could sense where Lila had teleported in. Despite having almost been killed there, Lenalee smiled broadly as she strolled through the desecrated village.
She was careful as she entered the abandoned home, searching it quickly both for hostiles and for useful items, and finding neither. She paid little head to the corpses or to the destroyed decorations and furniture, and climbed up to the top. Through the attic, and to the roof, making sure to close things behind her along the way. An early warning would be nice, in the event of something following her up here.
Lenalee surveyed the village, paying special attention to the chant she heard coming from somewhere nearby. But only for a moment. The sorceress allowed her illusion to fade away, and stared up into the darkened sky with a wide serene smile upon her face. She felt... At peace, as the wind lightly brushed across her face, but that peace was quickly disturbed as the chant floated across the village. Her eyes opened once more, blazing white as she began to call upon the greatest of her spells.
Her messy black hair rose above her head as electricity crackled across her body, causing her robes to cling to her skin. Thunder roared weekly above, the sky preparing for what was to come. She worked her power, stoking the flames of her magic until she seemed ready to burst, and then.... She unleashed her magic, and took hold of the skies.
The thunder suddenly went silent, and it began to rain, first lightly, and then gradually proceeding to a total downpour. Lenalee was soaked within a few moments, but that hardly mattered to her at the time. She was not cold. Not with her magic working the way it was. The tips of her breasts hardened, but from arousal, not the chill rain pattering onto her body. Ecstasy coursed through her as she worked this, the ultimate expression of her chosen power, but there was one brief moment of clarity before Lenalee fell into the trance of her magic completely.
In that moment, she wondered if the inquisition might not be so wrong, in the long run. Sure they kidnapped and tortured innocent children, but they did so with a purpose. They existed to prevent exactly what she was about to do, after all. They existed to keep people with her kind of power from obliterating helpless little villages such as this one from the world in a moment of anger.
As she fell into the trance required of this particular working, Lenalee wondered if they might be able to do a better job. Regardless, she began to laugh, and spread her arms wide to greet the storm she had summoned. Three brilliant flashes, and the loudest crack of thunder that had ever been heard, and the chanting was drowned out. All three bolts had struck in that area, distilling their deadly power throughout the area. More lightning struck, hammering into the desolate village at her command. Wood splintered and caught fire as her lightning bolts struck it, and houses crumbled beneath her wrath. She could only hold the power for so long, but in those few moments in which Lenalee controlled the storm..... She felt like a goddess.
All too soon, it was over, as she released her grip upon the lightning and lowered her arms. She was soaked to the bone from the rain, and the storm she had conjured still raged, and would continue to do so without some intervention. She had no intention of giving it. Still on the high from her magic and giggling madly, Lenalee re-assumed her illusion and started back, basking in the excitement that using her power gave to her. She was practically skipping through the mud, utterly unbothered by the storm around and above her as she returned to her allies. Lucidity was most certainly not something she could be accused of at the moment, and as such, her disguise and the rain were her only protection, excluding the armor she wore beneath the illusion of course.
Climb up to the roof of the building. When she gets there, Lenalee will release alter self, and cast Thunderstorm, level 5 lightning spell.
She'll target the area where the chanting is coming from first, followed by taking out all of the houses near to the one she's on, and then those she saw shadows moving through.
Any hostiles that make themselves known will get a lightning bolt to the face in place of targeting a house.
After 4 rounds of upkeep, she'll release the spell and let the storm do as it pleases, cast alter self again, and start back toward the house where her allies are waiting for her.
Should be a total of 8 + 20 + 4 = 32 EP.
She'll target the area where the chanting is coming from first, followed by taking out all of the houses near to the one she's on, and then those she saw shadows moving through.
Any hostiles that make themselves known will get a lightning bolt to the face in place of targeting a house.
After 4 rounds of upkeep, she'll release the spell and let the storm do as it pleases, cast alter self again, and start back toward the house where her allies are waiting for her.
Should be a total of 8 + 20 + 4 = 32 EP.