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Sep 07, 2011 05:14PM
(Woohoo. Soo... How do we want to do this? From what I recall, Calahir's been flirting with some unpleasant magic. I'm not sure on the character arcs everyone else had. I think we should go in and make a heroic sacrifice whilst sealing the gate. i.e. a bittersweet ending. Always powerful, and I think the characters deserve something solemn and strong.)
Sep 05, 2011 06:59AM
(I think that at this point, we should plow ahead and tie off all the loose ends of this, then begin a new one, hopefully with more people.)
Sep 01, 2011 05:54PM
Aug 26, 2011 10:17PM
He swore again. "Lovely." Snow had melted and trickled down his back, apparently. He shivered, looking around. "Does anyone know who these people are, or what we're doing?"
Aug 26, 2011 08:01AM
"Why the Hell-" Calahir began to mutter before the fiery liquid burned its way down his throat. He was interrupted by his own coughing. Painfully, his eyes opened. He swore again. His body hurt terribly. Numbly, he croaked "What do you need?"
Aug 22, 2011 06:34PM
Calahir turned his head as far as his stiffening neck allowed. From his peripherals he saw Andrea, and he tried to smile for her, though a small cough sprayed blood onto his lips. He must have cut his tongue or gums. He tried again to smile for her, but slumped back into a heap, curled around his throbbing chest. He faded in and out of consciousness.
Aug 19, 2011 06:47AM
Calahir only numbly registered the thud of his body entering the wagon. Weakly he set an arm under himself, trying to force his head up beyond the lip of the wagon. Demonic howls still assaulted his ears. He tried to draw a knife, but it fell to the wooden tiles beneath him from a shaking hand. Just let everyone be alright. He repeated to himself, hoping that by repetition he could enforce it on reality.
Jul 16, 2011 08:07AM
Jun 29, 2011 07:42PM
(This topic appears to be in it's death throes :( What do you peeps feel about starting up a new story?)
Jun 18, 2011 05:15PM
Calahir grunted and staggered towards the combat, lunging clumsily at one of the demons. It dodged his strike and returned with a flurry of claws at all angles, some that Calahir dodged, others that his weary body had no hope of avoiding. Fists pummeled him, though he remained lucid enough to draw his knife and drop his staff. With a final hiss of exertion, he drove it halfway into what he guessed was it's head.
Jun 07, 2011 09:54PM
Calahir shouted, raising his staff high in an aggressive stance. "Get back, wretches!" He called in a last ditch attempt. "You see the power I have exerted. It is by my mercy that you survive! Go back to your hellish masters and leave us, or I will annihilate you, force you to the void of nonexistence." He used the last of his fleeting strength to set a halo of smoke about his head, his teeth bared in a grimace.
(However it works out, I'm fine.)
(However it works out, I'm fine.)
Jun 04, 2011 09:48PM
"Damn it." Calahir refused to let his composure reflect the defeat he felt. Taking in what breath he could, he stood with his body and staff readied defensively over Taren and Andrea. "Through the demons, I suppose." He panted out his words, his sweat rapidly cooling uncomfortably.
Jun 02, 2011 08:02PM
"Taren, get her out." Calahir growled, his voice beginning to crack. He couldn't keep it up much longer. The last push of energy had drained him. The demons seemed weaker too, but he could barely keep them at bay. He prayed that Taren had the speed required to get out with Andrea, and that his own legs wouldn't betray him as he himself would turn to flee.
May 25, 2011 05:46PM
Calahir steadily advanced, clutching at his knife. Fast cooling sweat trickled down his face, his hair hanging limp as he lowered his face in concentration. Creases split his forehead, his teeth glittering with hate. He couldn't reach that old reserve he'd tapped those months ago... what little he could conjure rolled off the defenses of his hellish enemies. Time moved very slowly. He could see the snowflakes as Taren tore at the drifts of wet snow, he could see the hissing spittle and viscous fluids roll and flow off the demons. He could feel the warm blood from his fingertip flowing and cooling rapidly, yet little could be done. He kept up his chant, growing in strength, volume and conviction.
May 25, 2011 07:16AM
"Damn it!" Calahir screamed, dropping his staff and bag, beginning to run before he stopped himself. "Taren, you have to dig her out. I'll keep the demons suppressed." He spoke with urgency. His heart raced.
May 24, 2011 08:42PM
Some intuition told Calahir to drop as he reached the barriers. He dove and rolled over the threshold, claws and barbed tentacles raking at his previous location. Ignoring the lump of his bag, he rolled sideways against the base of the cliff, slowly rising to his feet. He held up his staff and pricked his finger with his knife. A string of characters in an old language rolled from his tongue, anger and conviction swelling as his old training and the dark powers he'd been forced to cultivate mixed briefly in a whirlwind, and then the moment passed. The flood of combined power swept over them, dropping them to their knees. But he could... not... force them out. They might have been grinning, had their faces been remotely human.
May 24, 2011 05:32PM
Calahir swore when he saw Andrea coming back. She should be running... he spun and slammed his staff into the side of a beaked head of writhing viscera, his soul shouting through the defense and caving the head bereft of a skull. With a string of words in a tongue long forgotten, he aimed to frighten Andrea's horse away from him, but it was difficult. Seeing little effect, he sprinted down the valley, feeling small rocks pepper his back through his cloak's padding.
May 23, 2011 08:32PM
Calahir snarled, his lips twisting into a parody of a grin. He spurred his panicking horse towards the demons, lowering his staff like a lance. He stood in his stirrups, reaching behind himself with his other hand to draw out a knife. By some miracle, he remained in his saddle, his knees bending and springing. With a shout, the staff connected to the thing, and it screamed. Calahir grunted and fell backwards off the horse with the momentum, the air rushing from his lungs as a sudden pressure was exerted on his back. With a grimace, he twisted and rolled to his feet, springing in the horses wake, hoping to reach shelter. He aimed blows behind himself, wishing that his bag was less obstructive. A chunk of snow hit him on the shoulder, exploding into a concealing white cloud. He dropped under a strike and sprinted.
May 22, 2011 08:34AM
Calahir felt his body tense and warm as he saw the ice falling, and time seemed to slow almost imperceptibly as he tightened his grip on the horse's reins, kicking the stirrups to elicit a gallop, trying to force the horse's panic towards the edge of the disaster. Damn it, he wasn't a great rider. The horse was rearing up, despite the oncoming avalanche. Calahir kicked again, finally getting the horse to run in the proper direction. Just a bit farther... he was showered in a powder of frigid, dusty snow, lodging itself in his cloak and under his collar, but that was irrelevant. They were moving quickly. He could escape. He repeated it to himself as a mantra of survival.
May 18, 2011 10:21AM
Calahir watched warily the grassy horizon, patches of old snow crunching under galloping hooves. His new staff was carried in his hand like a lance, resting across his lap as he rode. His coat billowed behind him, a dark banner of resolve. He gritted his teeth resolutely, not speaking. They were near their designated rally point.