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Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

Gatac posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2018-06-19 04:45:11
Martin can feel the fur on his back stand up as he takes in the scene. That's either really good or really bad.

"Supposing that what we hoped for has come about," he whispers to the others, "what should we do with a human Narcisse?"

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

skullandscythe updated in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2018-06-19 01:50:30
Red is a little heartened to see the villagers are human, but he knows it's not proof of anything yet. He steps forward and raises his voice, to cut over the din.

"Hallo! Hallo, gentlefolk! Am I to assume, by the way you're all arranged upon the patio, that the Descoteaux are home?"

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

punkey posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2018-06-18 23:37:40
It's a few hours walk back to the Descoteaux plantation, by which point in time, everyone's got themselves good and worked up over exactly what might happen. If he's weakened, then it should be easy to just surround and strike at the weak spots of his hide, if he's stronger, then maybe a distraction play to get him turned around so they can try to find a weak point - or maybe drop something big enough to stun him on his head...like the house.

However, when you finally approach the farm, you don't hear the roaring of a giant alligator-man hybrid monster, but instead a crowd of people shouting some...very rude things at someone.
"You ugly old fuck!" a man shouts.
"Monster!" a woman shouts.
"You...you shriveled asshole!" another woman says.

You get the general idea - shouting, murmors, and when you finally enter the decayed farmland around the remains of the Descoteaux manor, a crowd of human-human hybrids holding farm implements crowding around the front porch reveal themselves as the source of the rude language.

Re: Empire

punkey posted in Empire on 2018-06-18 19:12:52
Kirika moves with Ikishi's shove, rolling her off her shoulders and onto the ground, where Kirika keeps her sword and her eyes pointed at her.

Re: Empire

Gatac posted in Empire on 2018-06-18 19:10:43
(Black screen flashing with a white diagonal line because of course)

There is neither cry nor blood as Crane's Dance slices cleanly through withered flesh and brittle bone, dropping the twisted arm to the ground. Kirika's sword stops just short of Ikishi's throat as the fire in her rages on. But her ancestors do not cheer for murder, and so Kirika eases her blade off just an inch or so.

Then the lopped-off arm begins to smolder.

"Don't breathe it!" Ikishi cries, throwing herself against Kirika with surprising power and dragging her two steps away from where the arm had fallen. As she does so, wisps of green-yellowish smoke escape the arm while it withers before your eyes.

Re: Empire

punkey posted in Empire on 2018-06-18 18:53:15
Kirika would have been twitchy all on her own with Himiko offering her arm up, but her tattoos had been squirming in anxiety ever since approaching Ikishi. She - and her ancestors - held their breath as Himiko offered her arm up, but after the litter exploded, Crane's Dance was in her hands instantly as blue fire licked from her arms and up her back. As Ikishi shoved her arm forward, Kirika's flaming arms were there to meet it with her blade, slicing upwards and through it without a pause.

Re: Empire

Gatac posted in Empire on 2018-06-18 18:33:01
(1d20 + 25 = (17)+25 = 42)

Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill.

Takao's sharp eyes are ready for a thousand treacheries from Lady Ikishi, every step along the way. He watches as Himiko steps close to her mother, withdraws her sleeve and offers up her wrist to her mother. Takao's breath stills; one need not be an assassin to see the dozen deadly strikes that could be done to such a delicate target with the slightest of movements. But what he sees from Ikishi is slowness and precision, her shaky hand steadying long enough to poke a few needles into the milky skin of her daughter. No blood is drawn, but Takao hears her gasp softly. Ikishi withdraws, but with Takao's eyes on her hand, he can see how the bones showing through her skin recede underneath flesh again. The rasping breath of Lady Ikishi grows calmer and stronger, while Himiko stumbles backwards, finally losing her balance and tumbling into Takao's arms.

Then the palanquin bursts apart in a shower of lacquered wood and fine silks; it's all Takao can do do a half-turn and shield Himiko with his back. When he opens his eyes again, he finds her staring right back at him, looking...looking like she has aged years, but with the clouding gone from her eyes.

"Takao...Takao-senshi?" she breathes. "You look..."

Just then, the cloud of fine wood dust blows away, revealing Lady Ikishi back on her own two feet, struggling to rip open her kimono. As she tears off the sleeve of her right arm, you can make out a series of rings built from needles, like an intricate little labyrinth, and...something...black snaking its way up her arm through the rings, as if to suck up the new life infused into her body there. With surprising speed, Ikishi rips out a few of the needles and repositions them, completing two of the rings. As her arm twitches and twists with the blackness, she thrusts it out away from her - and towards you.

"Now, you fools!" she cries. "Cut!"

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

punkey posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2018-06-18 08:31:09
Luis' head is still swimming, but he can tell that he, Arketta, and the smoking debris have landed at the far edge of the main marketplace itself, a good half-mile and who knows how many hostiles away from the objective.
Arketta is already dragging Luis by his pauldrons towards cover. "What do you see up top?" she hisses.