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aworldforusall2017-01-10 04:14 am
sealedwithlies) wrote in aworldforusall2017-01-10 04:14 am
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The Black Fog
WHO: Dysmas and everyone involved with the 'Nightmare Fog'
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma
[Nightmares.
Shadows.
Darkness.
This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.
As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.
Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.
Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]
Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma
[Nightmares.
Shadows.
Darkness.
This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.
As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.
Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.
Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]
Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…
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Conan flew up as shook his head to try and get his senses together, trying to ignore the tears he shed. Then noticing his dad giving a snarl at them as he prepared to strike. Conan held his hand as helped try and reinforce the shield with his own white magic. He looked back at her.]
Look thank you for your help but-
Y-You're in danger here, this isn't your fight, you gotta get outta here!
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I couldn't fight at this range if I wanted to, and I really, really don't. Not that I think I couldn't win, but flight just isn't among my abilities, and it'd take too damn long to get up there otherwise. I say we run like Hela was on our heels and find a rally point.
[Look who... isn't putting deed to words. She knows people, and you don't look like the sort to run, Conan.]
Of course, if you wanted to carry me up there, I wouldn't be opposed to putting the rat bastard responsible for this on the run.
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Believe me, I wouldn't chance fighting him. He's the King of the Cethins, dark fae. We both can't fight him alone... I should know!
[Then giving a quick gaze as he saw a light fixture nearby.]
I'll spark that light with an electrical force to strike him in distraction and I can fly you out of here okay?
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Well enough. My shop's not far, and it's warded. If he tries to follow us there, he deserves what he gets. [Her expression is a dark, foreboding smile. Word to the wise, do not follow a forgemaster of Alfheim into her domain intending to make a fight of it. It will not end well for you.] I can hold this shield another ten seconds - let's quit this place before he finishes preparing that strike.
1/3
I doubt he's after me this time.
[While he could explain what "this time" meant, he knew this wasn't the time nor the place to do it. Then gritting his teeth as he quickly swung his hand for his next magic spell as an lightning blast came from the sky toward the light fixture. Short circuiting and hitting Dysmas, knocking him off balance as the dark blast was disapparated.
Conan quickly grabbed the girl into his arms as pixie dust sparked out from him to help him fly and carry their weight despite his broken wings.]
Hang on!!
[Quickly Conan flew them out like a streak of light. Hearing Dysmas cry out to him.]
2/3
[Shaking with anger as Dysmas pointed toward them as he yelled.]
YOU RISK EVERYONE BUT YOUR OWN KIND, YOUR OWN FAMILY!!
YOU COME BACK AND FIGHT ME AGAIN, I WILL RIP YOUR OTHER WING OUT, THIS I SWEAR!!!
DO YOU HEAR ME?!!
3/3
Wh-Where... Where is it...?
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There. [She points to a low rooftop among the giants that surround it, a two-story brick affair with rooftop access. Seems someone's used to having customers that fly.] Land before you fall, I can take care of the rest.
[And even as they land, she's palming a soul crystal, getting ready to start seeing to his wounds. If she'd realized he was in this bad a shape, she'd never have suggested he carry her. There's a brief lightstorm around her as her attire melts into an entirely different set of robes, and then a faery pops out of thin air and sits on her shoulder.]
Can you manage a few stairs, or do Eos and I need to start working on you here and now?
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I suppose I do need at least to recovery a bit of energy before I go back out there...
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[She leads him down the short flight of stairs, and points to the bed - simple, practical, just like all the other furniture. She pours him a shot of something a rich amber from a glass bottle that was sitting on her nightstand.] Drink this, then lie down face down, you don't want to put any more weight on that than you have to. Eos, be a dear and start work on the veins? This is going to be tricky work, even with hands as small as mine.
[She hasn't dragged out any surgical tools or anything, but it's pretty obvious she's skilled in at least a few different types of magic by this point - and apparently Eos is too, because before Conan's even drank the shot (if he intends to; it's really potent, really smooth liquor), she's casting spells to repair the tiniest bits of damage she can find, working from the bottom up.]
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I've tried before... I think he cursed it when he tried to rip out my wings in anger. I-I honestly don't know if we can but...
[Following the girl as he sat on the bed. Holding out his hand for the drink. Sipping it slowly. Laying down, he certainly will not object to anyone trying to heal him at least. He took a break as parts of the damage from the darkness was starting to heal at least.]
Th-Thanks... I don't think I ever got your name?
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[She's pulling out another book - this one not quite as ornate as the one she had before, but still quite definitely a grimoire of some kind.] So. Why is a dark elf levying a nightmare curse on us? I can't help but feel there's some sort of connection with your presence here.
[If she's made the obvious connection, that Conan must also be one of the dark fae at least in part, she's not mentioning it. Considering some of the allies she's had in the past, maybe she just doesn't care.]
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Gazing up to the ceiling as Conan had a dark sort of glare in his eyes from that. He had an idea, knowing his father's hatred for humanity but it was only a guess.]
Probably trying to create a discord rift between the humans and demons again. He wants to conquer over anyone who considers "weak" in his way. Whatever he has planned I know he just wants to hurt someone...
If he wants me to punish me by doing this, then I suppose he succeeded. To think being banished and erasing those who cared about memories away wasn't enough.