Mystics Apprentice

I think everyone needs to play Birth by Sleep at least once in their lifetime to learn this valuable lesson, ideally before they've learned the bitter truth the hard way.

Any specific kind of security that you'd like at the door leading to the hangar, or any kind of resistance? I'll go through with this in my next post, I think.

So I was going to have Tibarn scout the area and see what kind of security is at the end of the hall, though I am not sure if you would like to describe this scenario, Heart, or should I?

After Tibarn left his crewmates and continued down the hall, it occurred to him that he had no way of communicating with them. Not if things went well, nor if they went south. His comm link was tucked away somewhere back on their ship, and he wouldn't be able to hold his connection with Daniel over a very long distance. Danny, dunno if you can hear me or not, Tibarn thought, a mere few feet away from their room. But I'll come back for you all once I figure out what kind of security Greybeard has around the hangar. He casually strode down the hall after that, nodding toward a few passersby as he went. No one seemed to pay him much mind, so that was a reassuring matter. Toward the end of the hall he felt that one woman would not take her eyes off him, which sent chills down his spine. He wasn't sure if it was because of his stunning good looks, or he was arousing suspicion, though he assumed it was the latter. "ATM, ATM," Tibarn muttered aloud, in hopes that some of the patrons–or security–would hear him and be assured that he meant no harm. "Ma's gonna kill me otherwise, and I haven't the funds to tip our waiter like I'd like."

Sounds like a plan!

--Alderon, Athena, Everyth, and Elia -- Xeno'jiva battle-- How Alderon's attack landed upon Xeno'jiva's hindleg rather than his chest, he did not know. Apparently he had underestimated its immense speed. Even still, his claymore came back bloodied, so some damage must've been dealt. He craned his neck to get a good look at it; it had risen high, with others in close pursuit. It slammed down about as quickly as it had risen, fissures splitting from the ground and threatening to consume them all. The king had managed to sustain a good distance, though Elia had managed to fall into one. A scream filled the air. "Someone, help!" Her nails clawed at the smooth ground, though nothing was appropriate for gripping. All of her abilities had been rendered useless by being caught by Dragon Blight, otherwise she wouldn't have hesitated to fly away from harm. Everyth, unaware of the trouble within Elia's fissure, took this opportunity to charge the dragon. With a flick of the rest she discovered that her magic had returned, causing her to crack a wide grin. "You're in trouble now, Beastie!" She charged forward, leaping into the air and rising much higher than what should've been humanly possible. Her body glowed with a violet aura as she ran a palm over the length of her sword. "Get up from this!" She attempted to plunge her sword deep into the back of Xeno'jiva's back before backflipping away, falling alongside Xion with her arms at her sides.

Sorry for the delay! Here's hoping that we may accrue a few more players before starting. Name: Yevgeni Malachite Race: Vampire Age: (appears in his mid-twenties, though has been around for at least a century). Gender: Male Appearance: (only without wings, and darker clothing) Sexuality: Unknown Personality: Cold, calculating, and condescending, Yevgeni has long since forgotten the traits that made him once human. He does, however, have a streak for justice (or at least his image of it) and will strive to great measures to see that justice is served. He is not particularly social, though he will speak his mind if the situation is right. Backstory: No one really knows how Yev left his life as a human and embraced that of a vampire. Some believe it was by choice, while others thought it was a last ditch effort to keep him alive. The truth, however, is that he chose the life of a vampire for two reasons: to shed himself of human emotions and to embrace immortality. He doesn't very much draw enjoyment from feasting on the blood of humans, however, nor does he revel in taking lives just to maintain his own. He desires to become a step up from humanity, to reach a state of supremacy which he believes he can only obtain through making the change. Yevgeni also believes that his time as a vampire is temporarily, that one day he would be able to shed the state of being for something greater. His desire for shedding human emotions, however, is somewhat shrouded in mystery. He does not wish to feel, to love, or to care. Perhaps something more had happened in his past that led him to walking the path he now treads. Class: Sorcerer of the Forbidden Arts Abilities: Light Magic (beams, missiles, blinding, anti-dark, et cetera), healing, and an array of lightning spells. Can absorb light from terrain and re-channel it, though this takes quite a magic drain and thus cannot be used often or for long durations. (Is this descriptive enough?) Weapon: Rapier Extras: Has empathy for siblings and children, and also hates his hair getting messed up.

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Tibarn locked eyes with Daniel. I'll head out in just a few, then, with the layout that Solomond described in mind. I'm not too keen on torching walls down myself. If I get caught I'll simply explain that I'm looking for an ATM. Should be believable enough, especially if they think I'm a little tipsy. The brunet then realized that Adamina was not aware of the conversation, the Loft seeming a bit lost. He casually took the pen and paper in hand, writing while speaking. "Y'know, I really think that lady at the front desk should have a lesson in manners. I mean, here we are, requiring little and offering to pay a large sum, and she's suggesting that I'm slow! I wanted to throw a knife at her and explain it away by saying that I'm 'slow,' but that probably wouldn't have gone too well, would it?" He tore off his note and handed it to Adamina. His writing was chicken scratch and difficult to make out, but he briefly summarized the conversation that she had missed, including his intention to leave the room. With that the brunet rose. "Well," he said stretching, "off to go track down that ATM. Ma's probably getting real antsy about her child support. You know, child support from the 'child'. I'll catch you all in a few." He casually raised a hand in a wave, greeting the guard at the door. "Ooh, thanks." Tibarn snatched up his whiskey, drank the entire shot in one go, and started to head out of the room.

Okay, I finally posted. My apologies for the delay! You're doing a great job putting together this fight, Endless. Thank you.

--Alderon, Athena, Everyth, and Elia -- Xeno'jiva battle-- The dragon's attention fell upon the dark sorceress. She had to get away. Locks falling over her face, she took a side leap off the dragon's face and plummeted for the ground, landing sprawled on all fours, though thankfully managed to sustain herself from any injuries. Her left shoulder stung painfully, however, arresting her attention to it. The exposed flesh seemed burnt; apparently she hadn't succeeded at escaping the blast from the dragon. Gritting her teeth, she whirled around to face the dragon, bearing her palms together to form a ball of energy. Everyth was taken aback, however, when nothing happened. "Why can't I . . . ?" She then overheard Arthur mutter something about encountering the same as her, his abilities being rendered useless after taking damage from the dragon. It must've had special abilities granted to it by Isopolis, she assumed. Regardless, she still had her strength and her sword. She raised her weapon, charging toward its rear and striking at its tail. It probably wouldn't be enough to take it off, but hopefully it would be enough to at least attract its attention. "I can help, too!" Elia cried, extending her palms over the prince. Her arms began to glow with an amber light, an aura which coated over Jynn. She had casted a haste spell on Jynn, so that his movement would be hastened and would make for an easier time skirting damage. "Please be careful. I hope that your plan works." Meanwhile, Athena stood shielded by Arthur from the falling crystals, shooting him a glare that would've frozen lakes in July. "I want to help! You all are my friends!" she protested. "The very least I can do is do my part, and–" "The boy is right," spoke up the king, nursing his wounded arm from the dragon's blast. "Athena, daughter, this is no place for you to be fighting. Even the Mystran lord has his work cut out for him, much less a human princess from our human world. We need you to protect yourself. Can you do that much for us, please?" Athena opened her mouth to retort, but closed it again, taking note of the dragon letting out another array of blasts, though none were directed toward them. After his parting words were made, King Alderon charged toward the dragon, his massive claymore overhead. He leapt up and attempted to burrow his sword into the dragon's underbelly/chest.

I think it would make sense if the guard was outside the room since he had left to get their drinks, but that would leave some question as to how Jake and Daniel managed to see him in the room and make him more susceptible. You could ask some to edit their posts so that we remain consistent, or if you want it one way or the other we can just go with that option, whichever that may be. I'm not the GM so it is not my place to make that call, but I just wanted to throw that suggestion out there. If I were to pick, I would say that the guard had left the room, since that is the action that you took in the RP.

We did, which is why this exchange really confused me. Maybe others don't realize that there is only one guard? Anyhow, it's really your call on what you'd like to do with the guard, and I will post for Tibarn accordingly.

Before I post I wanted to clarify something: where is the guard? I thought he had left the room, but it seems that Daniel and Jake both saw him while they were in the room, and then Eclaire saw him outside of the room, which leaves me wondering where he actually is.

Can she utilize the air, perhaps, or the energy from those around her? I know there are several lightning users in the party.

The guard left post haste, and Tibarn couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It struck him as humorous that a guard was serving as a waiter. He turned his hazel eyes onto the captain, offering his a nod. "I was gonna ask if you've had it better than the rest of us, but from the looks of things out there it doesn't seem to be the case. What's up with you and your . . . sister?" He mildly wondered if Eclaire was making any progress on their operation. Most likely; cats were slick.

Okay, I will make changes tomorrow, most likely, as I am off for the night now. EDIT: Never mind; I went ahead and just wrote up a quick new post instead, in hopes that it helps progression.

I think he is in with the trio? I forgot to mention him in my latest post with Tibarn. I can edit if necessary.

A frown furrowed Tibarn's brow as he noticed the camera in plain sight. "Well, that's just rude," he commented aloud dryly. "What about our privacy?" He shook his head, eyes scanning for any other sources of observation that they would need to worry about. His eyes scanned a pad of paper and pen on a table next to a telephone, which he quickly picked up and brought back over to their table, just as the attendant arrived. "Something alcoholic for me, if you've got it," he said. "I'm too sober for my liking. Whiskey is good." He hoped that neither of his companions would point out that this was his third drink for the day. He had a rather high tolerance to the susceptibility of alcohol. Sitting across from Daniel, the thief crossed his arms over his chest. "Man, I'm beat," he said aloud, throwing his head back against the couch. But seriously, we need to come up with a plan, he conveyed mentally. One of us should get out there and learn more about this establishment. I see Eclaire's already doing just that, but we don't have a real way to safely communicate with her. Send me out to gather more intel; I can keep you guys posted with this connection, or Addie's head gear if she's willing to loan it to me.

Hey, Felicia, I remember you! Welcome back to the site! I'm glad that you are in a better place now than you were previously, and congrats on your new relationship! That sounds exciting. As for cosplaying, I'm saddened that you feel that you can't do both, though perhaps one day you will consider getting back into it if it is something that you're passionate about. Hope to see you around!

Essentially everyone either attacked or dodged, though in order to know the dragon's next course of action you may have to read (or at least skim) through said attacks so that you can have your dragon counter accordingly. You could probably do one generic defense/attack next, though, if you wanted to, or target specific players. (i.e: heading like: all players attacking dragon's back, et cetera) Elia ran up to Jynn to heal him, Everyth leapt up on the dragon's back, and I need to edit my post for Alderon and Athena because I didn't realize that they were brought out of harm's way prior to the battle starting. I hope this helps.

I'm thinking Heart will probably want to describe the room, so I'm purposely holding off on Tibarn arriving there. I also wanted Tibarn to say something witty like: "I'm available! Come on, we have a room waiting for us and everything!" and drag Eclaire, but I thought that might be derailing too much and I don't want to be destructive

Slow? His eyes narrowed as one of his hands fled to a knife in his vest, though Adamina reserving a room for them managed to stay his hand. He didn't think the medic would have it in her to put on such a facade, though she seemed to be playing the part rather well. He wasn't quite certain what they would do with a room, but he supposed that they needed to look like patrons if they were going to traipse around without much trouble. As they were being escorted he noticed Jake and Eclaire, the latter smacking the captain across the face before moving on to request someone who was available. Tibarn wanted to dart over and grab Eclaire's arm, though he knew if he did so that it would only raise red flags and potentially blow their cover. Thus, he decided to fall in line with his crew, shooting Jake an apologetic look as he went. "Place seems nice," he commented mildly, making note of the satin drapes and embroidered pillows littered about on the sofas. "Has the space station given special provisions for this place? Do they fund you?"

--Alderon, Athena, Everyth, and Elia-- Major Test of Strength-- "What is that?!" Elia cried around the same time that Jynn was flung to the side. She hurried over, readying her hands to cast a healing spell over him. An amber orb began to form in her palms, as she chanted an ancient cleric verse over the prince's form. "That should help," she murmured softly, placing a hand on Jynn's shoulder. "Are you alright, Prince Jynn?" Meanwhile Everyth unsheathed her silver sword, twirling it in her hand before brandishing the blade with both. "The glowing appendages, huh? I think I can manage that." She kicked off the ground, hovering over the dragon momentarily in a cloud of dark magic. She landed on the dragon's backside, stabbing her silver sword in the direction of one of its glowing appendages while shooting three small orbs of darkness toward its head, hoping to blind it at least temporarily. Athena stood alongside Arthur, fingering the sword at her waist. Now would be the time for her to put her skills to good use, though never in her wildest dreams did she imagine facing a monstrosity of this caliber. She nodded at Dawson's command, looking for an opportunity to charge at its glowing places, though was caught in the line of the beam's fire. A piercing scream escaped her as she held up her arm to defend herself, bracing herself for impact as the light grew in intensity. "Athena!" The princess felt herself flung to the side, her face scratching the coarse cavern floor as her hand was spliced open by a sharp crystal shard. She ignored the intense throbbing in her fingers as she turned to glance behind her. King Alderon stood in Athena's place, arm raised to take the majority of the blast. A large shield rested on his shoulder, seeming to absorb the majority of the blow. He was, however, still taking a heavy hit, and Athena could see the burnt flesh on his leg from the parting blast. He turned his gray eyes onto her, urgency within them. "You need to take shelter while we handle this. Athena. Now is not the time for you to be practicing your sword fighting skills."

I'm considering giving this a try, though I do have a question: what are vampires on the spectrum of good and evil? Would a vampire character automatically become a villain, or are they in league with those entering the Black Castle?