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    Rick stumbles back a few steps as Terri jumps onto him. Fatigue making his balance not quite what it would usually be. But at least he managed to avoid getting knocked off of his feet. Not that her presence, or enthusiasm, is anything but welcome. And for a few wonderful, all too brief, moments he allows himself to luxuriate in the kiss. As his good arm rises to wrap around her.

    After it's broken he flashes an exhausted smile, one that somehow manages to convey a lot more confidence than he's feeling at the moment. "Takes more than some hedge rif-raff to knock me out of the sky."

  2. #12
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    panik

    Few meters away from the group of changeling a bunch of corpses is gently burning into ashes. Its flames pleasantly flickering away from the remains of the now carbonized goblins. In a blink of an eye most of the flames go off and, next to the pile, Abigail appears. A pair of antennas is slowly waving in the air above her head. The golden and black designs that cover almost every inch of her body are in some places covered by ashy stains while in others her skin is bruise or cut.

    The bee-like fairest looks at the battle field and all the torn corpses in her sight. With disgust she looks at the victims she heartlessly turned into dust. Her jaw unconsciously tightens as a wave of repulsion shakes her. The emotion, however, is short lived as the bright one remembers what these creatures had done to her. The weeks of horrid captivity seem to flash in front of her eyes and, as she relives those images, any sign of remorse or pity for what she has done simply disappears from her heart. What remains is unyielding gratitude and servitude towards those that rescued her from her own personal hell.

    Abigail looks down and notices that she is still holding on to what used to be an arm, or maybe a leg, which is now burnt beyond recognition. The lump of blackened bone and charcoal-like flesh is readily let go of as she start walking towards the group of survivors. "It's over." Abigail states as she looks to the other changelings with tired eyes.

      
    Date Action Roll Result
    2011-08-29 04:24:08 Abigail rolls 1 to Glamour 3 failure
    2011-08-29 04:23:48 Abigail rolls 1 to Health 7 failure

  3. #13
    Sam Barkley's Avatar

    Sam Barkley

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    Sam looks at the ragtag band of survivors. Was this really everyone that made it? The Freehold reduced to a handful of Lost warriors...well, if they were dead, let them have gone down scratching, clawing, striking the enemy, and let a chair be set for them in Valhalla. Sam would join them one day, maybe today, and thank them for giving everything they had. Maybe today, because Sam knew, despite what Marcus said, that they hadn't finished this yet. He laughs boisterously, approvingly along with Neil, then scrambles down his rock, kicking the head of a dead goblin in both triumph and frustration. "Nay, it kent be it. Their masters live, yeh? They are weakened, on the run. We need to finish them, if we are to truly be free. Not just us, but that our children also are never taken, never need fear the Keepers." Sam raises his voice to those left, stating solemnly. "Let's take a moment to honor the dead, first, before we seek to join them." Barkley bows his gnarly skull, then adds, "Would uh...anyone like to say a few words?"

  4. #14
    Nightfall's Avatar

    Presence
    (Quiet)
    Striking Looks
    (Bed Head)
    Goodwill
    (Spring)
    Fairest
    (Polychromatic, Treasured)
    Nightfall

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    Treasured Polychromatic

    Go Home.

    Neil was ready to.

    Were they all dead yet? Was there an end to Always?

    "Soon," he answered Al-Adin, turning.

    "Al?"


    He'd never seen his friend less than 110%, whether it was assaulting a bag of M&Ms or running across roof tops.

    "Damn Al, you..."


    You need Hope.

    The Fairest fished in his pocket, reaching through it and into his friend's Dreams.

    "...you need a magic jelly bean."


    He opened his hand, and let the verdant power of Spring flow through him when his friend swallowed it.

    At Sam's words, he turned and nodded.

    "Yeah. Get Alice to say something, she's always been good at that sort of thing."


      "-1G for Cobblethought (CtL 127), Catch met on Warmth of the Blood? (CtL 152)
    Date Action Roll Result
    2011-08-29 23:08:08 Nightfall rolls 8 to Int + Wyrd (10 Again) 1, 6, 10, 1, 4, 4, 5, 10, 2, 1 2 successes
    2011-08-29 22:58:42 Nightfall rolls 7 to Wits + Medicine (10 Again) 3, 9, 6, 9, 3, 4, 8 3 successes

  5. #15
    Al-Adin's Avatar

    Let's have fun!
    Mask

    Mask: a swarthy 20 something middle easterner.

    Mien: comical round monkey wars on the top of his head and a brown monkey tail.

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    Al-Adin takes the magic bean from his friend, and more than the bean itself, the gesture, the love from his best friend brings a genuine smile to Al-Adin's face. He chews the surprisingly large jelly bean, his smile breaking into his face-splitting grin as the sugar and magic numb the pain and heal his aching legs. The grin isn't quite as large as it used to be, but that act seems to have restored quite a bit of the trauma from his captivity and the brutality of the war.
    "Thanks!" He hugs his best friend tightly. Those aren't tears leaking from his eyes. He just is tired and needs a nap.
    "Soon we go home, and then we go roofrunning ok?"
    Beast: Runnerswift (monkey mien) Striking Looks2: Arabian Prince,
    Spring Mantle 5: Laughter of children
    Presence 3: Effusive

  6. #16
    Terri Nutkins's Avatar
    Description

    Terri's Mask is that of a petite, cute woman with vibrant red hair that has black streaks throughout. Obviously athletic, her natural demeanour is friendly and she always tends to have a smile on her face.

    Her fae mien is akin to a red squirrel. She has a long bushy tail and ear tufts that poke through her hair. The black streaks are actually black feathers the are a part of her mien now,; a part of her noble order.

    Terri's powerful Mantle initiates itself as the smell of baking bread but brings with it the feeling of the Harvest, that time to take stock of the coming troubles.

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    Terri (finally) drops from Rick's body but still took hold of his hand for the sense of normality and comfort it brought, even here on the battlefield. The warmth of her Heartsworn was enough to soothe her mind even if the winds did whip around the Autumn King with abundance. Terri ran her fingers through his feathers. "Well, that's my powerful man, right there," she added with a grin.

    Looking round to the others, she pulled on Rick's hand. "Come on, let's go see the others."
    Steepscrambler/Truefriend | Mantle (Autumn) 5 (Smell of Baking Bread/Feeling of the Harvest)
    Presence 4 (Friendly)|Striking Looks 2 (Petite & Cute)

  7. #17
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    "Yeah," Rick rolls his sore shoulder as Terri tugs him over by his other arm, not quite managing to hide the wince the motion causes. At least, given the circumstances, he wasn't very badly off.

    The torn bodies littering the battlefield were testament enough to that.

    Though once they arrive by the others Rick lapses into silence as well, seeing what Barkley was going for. He'd leave words to honor the dead to those who were more eloquent than he.

  8. #18
    CyledyrWyllt's Avatar


    Harvey must have escaped from the tunnels earlier, even though no one recalls noticing the silent ogre until he is almost upon them. Emerging from the smoky haze that obscures the entire battlefield, he might be coming from the same direction as the hill where some of the combatant would remember seeing the Storm's avatars make their last desperate stand against the freeholders. As he gets closer, the other Lost can see that Harvey is carrying a pale, limp form in his arms which they eventually recognize as the Queen of Winter, Katrin Byeli. Languid tears freeze to his cheeks and jowls as the Sun Banisher clutches the chillingly perfect and unmoving beauty in his arms as he staggers forward.

  9. #19
    CyledyrWyllt's Avatar


    After a somewhat desperately ridiculous amount of time, the good doctor appears to finally resign himself to the reality of the situation. Xerxia wasn't going to walk away from this close call... not this time. Leaning forward, Jack presses his lips to her filthy, blood-stained forehead. In the darkness and chaos of the caverns, he was probably the only one that had seen the graceful Fairest throw herself in front of the poisonous tentacles of the... thing that had knocked him down. She effortlessly danced around them as they grasped for her, slicing and stabbing until only stumps remained. Unfortunately, as she leaned over to pull Jack to his feet, she didn't see the second one. By the time Jack had rescued her from its toxic grasp, she was already unconscious and convulsing. Silently thanking the brave elf for her sacrifice, he stands and wipes off his knife before making an intricate series of cuts on his arm. He will use neither his Spring-granted contract nor his mundane healing abilities on this wound. He wants the scar. He never wants to forget.

  10. #20
    Sam Barkley's Avatar

    Sam Barkley

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    Sam watches Harvey bring out the body of Katrin, the tears staining the Ogre's face. He looks at Neil, wondering how the Fairest would take this sight, but his attention is diverted to the Doc's fruitless attempts to resuscitate Xerxia. If no one wanted to say anything, that was fine by Barkley. Silence was...well, I'll let him tell you himself. "Our silence is perhaps the greatest tribute to these that have gone on before us," he tries not to mumble. "No great words can numb the pain in our hearts at the losses we have suffered. And silence will be our gift to those that come after us. That the Wyrd places shall be abandoned, neglected, and disappear, the Keepers too afraid of the Iron in our hearts, and in our arms. That the only world will be the real one. That no more monsters will be made of our brothers, our sisters, our children." Barkley's eyes go wide and he raises his head to the wartorn sky and lets loose his rage and despair in a shout primal and raw, the harmonics inviting all to scream along.

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