Day 19
Been a while, hasn't it?
Let's go! Let's go!
You and me and the kid, huh.
Quests & Challenges
Quests, Challenges, and Festival games.
TOPIC | Memory In Strength [Pinkerlocke]
[center][b]Day 19[/b]
[item=Chalcedony Craylet][/center]
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[color=#4c7064]Been a while, hasn't it?[/color]
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[color=#006633]Let's go! Let's go![/color][/right]
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[color=#330066]You and me and the kid, huh.[/color]
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[center][b]Navigation[/b]
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[center][b]Day 20[/b]
[item=Hippojay][/center]
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[color=#4c7064]...Hm.[/color]
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[color=#330066]Yeah, no, we're keeping the kid out of this. Let's get back to it.[/color][/right]
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[color=#000066]Out of what...?[/color]
[center][b]New warrior added: Castor[/b]
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[center][b]Day 21[/b]
[item=Light's Breath][/center]
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[color=#336600]Let's see what you can do, new blood.[/color]
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[color=#4c7064]Hey, hey, go easy on him, it's his first run--[/color][/right]
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[color=#000066]No. We hunt.[/color]
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[color=#336600]We hunt![/color][/right]
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[center][b]Day 22[/b]
[item=Shed Orange Scale][/center]
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[color=#336600]A caster, huh?[/color]
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[color=#000066]A caster who just saved your tail.[/color][/right]
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[color=#336600]Wasn't meant as a bad thing. We could use someone with a bit of distance.[/color]
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[center][b]Day 23[/b]
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[color=#006633]Are you alright, Castor?[/color]
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[color=#000066]I'm [i]fine.[/i] Why wouldn't I be?[/color][/right]
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[color=#006633]I only thought-- you're just--[/color]
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[color=#000066]I'm 'just' as strong as you, you bloody behemoth.[/color][/right]
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[color=#4c7064]Alright, alright, noses back to the trail, let's get moving.[/color]
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Grass slammed the Zeeba to the ground, dodged flailing hooves to tear its throat out; at his side, little Chryssie roared victory with an adolescent's reedy voice. The younger Gaoler pounced for the little orange rabbit-thing, and Grass glanced around for the last-- and smartest-- enemy.
The centaur's silvery hide hid them well in the Forest's smoke, Grass would give them that; in the end, it was the white glow of gathering magic that alerted him to their position, and he leaped to the side to avoid the inevitable shot. He was the largest and strongest of this hunting party, and the only one this centaur had seen kill (so far-- Chrysoprase was doing a brilliant job with her agile prey, taking full advantage of her length to herd it around). He was the obvious target.
To Grass' utter surprise, though, the ice-hexed arrow flew in a completely different direction: towards the crag young Castor had chosen as his vantage point. The Tundra wasn't without camouflage himself, dusty fur and mottled wings breaking up his outline, but-- oh, Void. Castor was surrounded by the green glow of healing magic; of [i]course[/i] he'd gone and made himself a beacon, no matter how far away he was from the fight. The living shield Castor had befriended whirled up to meet the onslaught; Grass pinned his ears and lunged for the centaur. [i]They[/i] had no need to wait and see if their shot had landed. Already they had another arrow nocked.
Stillness on the battlefield was death. Grass charged forwards, roaring and spreading his wings. He would lose one charge today, that was nearly certain; he'd be damned if he lost them [i]both.[/i]
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[b]Exalted: Castor[/b][/center]
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Grass slammed the Zeeba to the ground, dodged flailing hooves to tear its throat out; at his side, little Chryssie roared victory with an adolescent's reedy voice. The younger Gaoler pounced for the little orange rabbit-thing, and Grass glanced around for the last-- and smartest-- enemy.
The centaur's silvery hide hid them well in the Forest's smoke, Grass would give them that; in the end, it was the white glow of gathering magic that alerted him to their position, and he leaped to the side to avoid the inevitable shot. He was the largest and strongest of this hunting party, and the only one this centaur had seen kill (so far-- Chrysoprase was doing a brilliant job with her agile prey, taking full advantage of her length to herd it around). He was the obvious target.
To Grass' utter surprise, though, the ice-hexed arrow flew in a completely different direction: towards the crag young Castor had chosen as his vantage point. The Tundra wasn't without camouflage himself, dusty fur and mottled wings breaking up his outline, but-- oh, Void. Castor was surrounded by the green glow of healing magic; of course he'd gone and made himself a beacon, no matter how far away he was from the fight. The living shield Castor had befriended whirled up to meet the onslaught; Grass pinned his ears and lunged for the centaur. They had no need to wait and see if their shot had landed. Already they had another arrow nocked.
Stillness on the battlefield was death. Grass charged forwards, roaring and spreading his wings. He would lose one charge today, that was nearly certain; he'd be damned if he lost them both.
Exalted: Castor
The centaur's silvery hide hid them well in the Forest's smoke, Grass would give them that; in the end, it was the white glow of gathering magic that alerted him to their position, and he leaped to the side to avoid the inevitable shot. He was the largest and strongest of this hunting party, and the only one this centaur had seen kill (so far-- Chrysoprase was doing a brilliant job with her agile prey, taking full advantage of her length to herd it around). He was the obvious target.
To Grass' utter surprise, though, the ice-hexed arrow flew in a completely different direction: towards the crag young Castor had chosen as his vantage point. The Tundra wasn't without camouflage himself, dusty fur and mottled wings breaking up his outline, but-- oh, Void. Castor was surrounded by the green glow of healing magic; of course he'd gone and made himself a beacon, no matter how far away he was from the fight. The living shield Castor had befriended whirled up to meet the onslaught; Grass pinned his ears and lunged for the centaur. They had no need to wait and see if their shot had landed. Already they had another arrow nocked.
Stillness on the battlefield was death. Grass charged forwards, roaring and spreading his wings. He would lose one charge today, that was nearly certain; he'd be damned if he lost them both.
Exalted: Castor
[quote name="disquiet" date="2020-08-20 08:37:28" ]
may i be on the pinglist? i'm enjoying this so far! i like how you set up their dialogue and gave them their own dialogue color ^^
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of course! I find the colors make it easier for me to read through, glad you like ^^
disquiet wrote on 2020-08-20 08:37:28:
may i be on the pinglist? i'm enjoying this so far! i like how you set up their dialogue and gave them their own dialogue color ^^
[center][b]Day 24[/b]
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[color=#330066]I'm coming with you this time.[/color]
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[color=#4c7064]Okay...?[/color][/right]
[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/601610/60160938p.png[/img]
[color=#330066]When you can go out without getting someone killed, I'll stop watching as closely.[/color]
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[color=#4c7064]Wh-- I hardly [i]got[/i] him--[/color][/right]
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[color=#330066]Onward.[/color]
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[size=2]Pinglist: @disquiet[/size]
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Lily burrowed deeper into the sand dune, fins held close to her neck; sand was, she had to admit, excellent for cleaning between scales, but it irritated the delicate membranes almost as badly as the damnable sun of this southern coast. Further down the beach, Chrysoprase gamboled in the surf, horns and crystals glinting merrily. Soaked in seawater, the gawky coltishness of her build was apparent-- as was that of Grass, still too slim by half even after a full month with the company. He had the length yet to brace Chrysoprase against the larger waves as they rolled in, but Lily would not be surprised if she outgrew her sire soon enough.
If she lived that long.
Lily drew a slow, salty breath. True, she had not seen what exactly had happened to Castor, but the facts spoke plainly enough. The young mage had miscalculated mid-battle; he had neither the experience nor the brains to realise heal-spells would be visible through the smoke of the Scorched Forest, none of the beasts there specialising in such magic themselves; and Grass-- odd Grass, suspicious Grass, unflighted and once-unfed Grass who'd insisted he could handle two trainees-- had failed utterly as a trainer. He had neither allowed the weakest of his party time to heal between battles, nor properly prioritized his own targets in that last, fatal fight, to allow a mage-- an Ice mage at that, which would in its very nature be the biggest threat to a primarily-Water party-- the opportunity to kill a dragon in one hit. Could the Strength really trust Grass?
Could they afford not to, with only young Chrysoprase to take his place should he fall?
Lily sighed again, wriggled her shoulders against the sand behind her. Something to bring to Eiriol, if she would hear it. Surely the other huntress was not so far gone on Grass as to immediately dismiss concerns.
Pinglist: @disquiet
If she lived that long.
Lily drew a slow, salty breath. True, she had not seen what exactly had happened to Castor, but the facts spoke plainly enough. The young mage had miscalculated mid-battle; he had neither the experience nor the brains to realise heal-spells would be visible through the smoke of the Scorched Forest, none of the beasts there specialising in such magic themselves; and Grass-- odd Grass, suspicious Grass, unflighted and once-unfed Grass who'd insisted he could handle two trainees-- had failed utterly as a trainer. He had neither allowed the weakest of his party time to heal between battles, nor properly prioritized his own targets in that last, fatal fight, to allow a mage-- an Ice mage at that, which would in its very nature be the biggest threat to a primarily-Water party-- the opportunity to kill a dragon in one hit. Could the Strength really trust Grass?
Could they afford not to, with only young Chrysoprase to take his place should he fall?
Lily sighed again, wriggled her shoulders against the sand behind her. Something to bring to Eiriol, if she would hear it. Surely the other huntress was not so far gone on Grass as to immediately dismiss concerns.
Pinglist: @disquiet
Lily burrowed deeper into the sand dune, fins held close to her neck; sand was, she had to admit, excellent for cleaning between scales, but it irritated the delicate membranes almost as badly as the damnable sun of this southern coast. Further down the beach, Chrysoprase gamboled in the surf, horns and crystals glinting merrily. Soaked in seawater, the gawky coltishness of her build was apparent-- as was that of Grass, still too slim by half even after a full month with the company. He had the length yet to brace Chrysoprase against the larger waves as they rolled in, but Lily would not be surprised if she outgrew her sire soon enough.
If she lived that long.
Lily drew a slow, salty breath. True, she had not seen what exactly had happened to Castor, but the facts spoke plainly enough. The young mage had miscalculated mid-battle; he had neither the experience nor the brains to realise heal-spells would be visible through the smoke of the Scorched Forest, none of the beasts there specialising in such magic themselves; and Grass-- odd Grass, suspicious Grass, unflighted and once-unfed Grass who'd insisted he could handle two trainees-- had failed utterly as a trainer. He had neither allowed the weakest of his party time to heal between battles, nor properly prioritized his own targets in that last, fatal fight, to allow a mage-- an Ice mage at that, which would in its very nature be the biggest threat to a primarily-Water party-- the opportunity to kill a dragon in one hit. Could the Strength really trust Grass?
Could they afford not to, with only young Chrysoprase to take his place should he fall?
Lily sighed again, wriggled her shoulders against the sand behind her. Something to bring to Eiriol, if she would hear it. Surely the other huntress was not so far gone on Grass as to immediately dismiss concerns.
Pinglist: @disquiet
If she lived that long.
Lily drew a slow, salty breath. True, she had not seen what exactly had happened to Castor, but the facts spoke plainly enough. The young mage had miscalculated mid-battle; he had neither the experience nor the brains to realise heal-spells would be visible through the smoke of the Scorched Forest, none of the beasts there specialising in such magic themselves; and Grass-- odd Grass, suspicious Grass, unflighted and once-unfed Grass who'd insisted he could handle two trainees-- had failed utterly as a trainer. He had neither allowed the weakest of his party time to heal between battles, nor properly prioritized his own targets in that last, fatal fight, to allow a mage-- an Ice mage at that, which would in its very nature be the biggest threat to a primarily-Water party-- the opportunity to kill a dragon in one hit. Could the Strength really trust Grass?
Could they afford not to, with only young Chrysoprase to take his place should he fall?
Lily sighed again, wriggled her shoulders against the sand behind her. Something to bring to Eiriol, if she would hear it. Surely the other huntress was not so far gone on Grass as to immediately dismiss concerns.
Pinglist: @disquiet
