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[OPEN] Mission 156
Characters: Open to participants who signed up here.
Location: Lake Tahoe, CA
Rating: Various.
Time: March 27th, late morning.
Description: The second of the three Madness emitters outside Death City is the target for this mission. Bundle up, everyone -- it's gonna be a cold one.
The mission begins late in the morning, to allow the mission-goers as much sunlight as possible in the warmest part of the day. Not that it'll help much… Temperatures are well below freezing already -- unnatural even for early Spring in the mountains -- and a howling snowstorm threatens to blot out the sun, beginning up the mountain where the slope just begins to rise sharply.
The slopes themselves are fairly barren: a windswept-looking tree here, a cabin that may have once belonged to the snow patrol there, maybe a Madness-crazed bear or mountain lion. Those braving the storm are lucky enough to see five feet in front of their face in these conditions!
Those brave few who manage to make it to the top (enduring falling temperatures and defeating the corrupted fauna and hulking kishin yeti along the way) may come across their goal at the very summit of the half-mile-high mountain: the Madness emitter itself, in the eye of the storm… And one last obstacle: the Witch guarding it.
OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED]
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!
Location: Lake Tahoe, CA
Rating: Various.
Time: March 27th, late morning.
Description: The second of the three Madness emitters outside Death City is the target for this mission. Bundle up, everyone -- it's gonna be a cold one.
The mission begins late in the morning, to allow the mission-goers as much sunlight as possible in the warmest part of the day. Not that it'll help much… Temperatures are well below freezing already -- unnatural even for early Spring in the mountains -- and a howling snowstorm threatens to blot out the sun, beginning up the mountain where the slope just begins to rise sharply.
The slopes themselves are fairly barren: a windswept-looking tree here, a cabin that may have once belonged to the snow patrol there, maybe a Madness-crazed bear or mountain lion. Those braving the storm are lucky enough to see five feet in front of their face in these conditions!
Those brave few who manage to make it to the top (enduring falling temperatures and defeating the corrupted fauna and hulking kishin yeti along the way) may come across their goal at the very summit of the half-mile-high mountain: the Madness emitter itself, in the eye of the storm… And one last obstacle: the Witch guarding it.
OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED]
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!
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“Well, at least someone is enjoying this whole mess.” Lily wondered if she was just fated to keep getting stuck in these supernatural situations, whether here or in her own world. All she had wanted was to finally have a normal life, make friends, and maybe find love… Was that too much to ask for a witch?
That little nudge brought her out of her thoughts but she hesitated a moment. She’d spent her life holding herself apart from people and it was rare for her to be magically connected to anyone like this; she could count those people on one hand. (And there was the matter of that nearly obscene stunt the sorcerer pulled just a few minutes ago!)
Still, she relented, having no desire to become a demon’s dinner. Perhaps, Lezard could sense the less positive aspects of her soul—the loneliness, the insecurity, the awkwardness—as well as a strong protective streak.
And slow-witted or not, the creature below had spotted them. With a roar, it quickened its pace up the mountain.
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"This would appear to be sufficient practice in my eyes!" And he turned his eyes left and right as he maintained a 'feel' for the yeti both above and below- he would not allow either of them to be ambushed on his watch.
Another Fire Lance was prepped, half a dozen fireballs just large enough to fit in one's palm springing to life with soul energy spent. Lezard, for a brief moment, felt that loneliness, the insecurity and the awkwardness... and for now turned a blind eye to them. 'Twas life or death at this very moment, and the sorcerer was feeling a tad short of breath. A frustration flit from his end of the connection, combined with the very beginning of fatigue.
He could handle these foes, and refused to acknowledge that that was the last he may have for the mission.
He pressed on, syncing his wavelength with hers to the best of his ability, and quickly suppressed that tired little spark.
"This slovenly fool appears quite eager. Let us continue the assault!"
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The witch adjusted her grip on the spellbook and started chanting again, to help her focus. She thought she sensed a brief flicker in their connection. Was it giving out? Lezard had said something about synchronizing soul wavelengths earlier, hadn’t he? Increasing her concentration, she subsumed herself to it, as she would have to her ancestors’ powers back home.
With her lips busy chanting, she didn’t bother to verbally answer the sorcerer. As she extended an arm, the first fireball materialized in her hand. It sailed down the mountain with better accuracy than their attacks on the previous yeti and set the creature’s head ablaze, eliciting inhuman cries. If she weren’t so focused, she would have cringed at those sounds. Instead, she continued casting the fiery spheres towards the beast and it was soon engulfed in flames.
Now, if they could get past it, they should be able to make their escape, assuming the other didn’t catch up to them. Where was it anyway? Lily glanced over her shoulder, searching for it.
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But he eased out a breath from within the soul space and brushed his hair from his eyes, an unseen wind gently tousling the brown of it as he kept his 'eyes' out for the both of their foes.
"It knows of our capabilities. Its hunger is overriding what little logical thought it has, and is using the lessened visibility to its advantage," Lezard spoke, keeping a bead on it. He couldn't see it, but he could most definitely feel it.
There was a heavy thump as the yeti fell and struggled, trying to reach them. It was a slow yet painful death, perishing while burning alive.
"But this one will trouble us no more unless we are foolish. I will try and see if I cannot get a feel for what particular direction the second is hiding. We should keep moving." He was not a detection device in the slightest, but he wouldn't let that stop him from trying.
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“Sounds good to me.” She was eager to get off this snowy mountain and started descending again, going slowly to avoid losing her footing. At intervals, she glanced back to see if the other monster had reappeared but she could never make it out in the storm.
By the time she descended to the fallen yeti’s level, the fire had burned out. Lily picked up the glowing sphere that remained and that was when she heard a faint rumbling noise. She turned around and…
“What in the Sam Hill?!” A gigantic snowball-like object was tumbling down the mountainside towards them. She scrambled out of the way as the abominable snowball rolled past. It crashed into a tree and came to a stop a mere thirty yards down the slope from them. The yeti climbed to its feet and clearly intended to come after them once it shook off its daze.
Darn it! At this rate, they were never going to get off the mountain!
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No. Not former. He never lost it- it merely occurred to him now in another form. For once he was completely silent on his end of their connection, nothing but the cool, calculating edge of a mind constantly clicking giving through.
But it subsided slightly when she gathered that second soul. Mildly distracted, he readied his acceptance of this new offering, but he'd made his first mistake today...
...When there was that rumbling. He turned his head and furrowed his eyebrows. That damned third yeti...!
Lezard had no time to give warning, but thankfully Lily saw fit to avoid that great rolling bastard as it hurled snow and dirt every which way on its crushing path into a tree. But something was wrong.
The sorcerer clicked his tongue when the yeti stood tall, and realized the thing had taken that second soul with it. The red orb clung to the frosty fur like a bright red sore.
"Well, at the very least, visibility will not be an issue," Lezard insisted, reaching into his soul to pull and form another round of flame arrows. He sounded impressively grumpy, however, and slightly strained.
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“I reckon not.” She noted the strain in the sorcerer’s grumpy tone and felt rather irritated herself at the tiresome way the creatures kept blocking their escape from the mountain. Honestly, she was surprised the hangover hum that she usually got after casting a complicated spell hadn’t set in yet. The witch supposed it was due to having Lezard’s energy to draw from. They’d have to finish this quickly before one or both of their powers gave out.
Resuming chanting, she flung the first of the fiery arrows towards the beast but fatigue might have been starting to creep in and affect her aim. The arrow only grazed the monster before embedding itself in the tree and setting a few of the evergreen’s branches ablaze.
Having recovered from its collision with the tree, the yeti starting climbing. Lily quickly launched the rest of the arrows. A few hit but a couple flew past the creature and into the hapless tree.
She wondered if they’d just have to resort to running…
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Yet, with grit teeth as he fought to remain cool, he reached once more into his soul. His end of the resonance wavered once, but Lezard gave it a push to maintain his connection. Sweat had beaded at his brow within the soul space as he conjured one more group. He would have those souls, by the foul gods... he would not let himself fall here.
"Make them count!" He warned. He was sure this would be his last, as much as he hated to admit it. As the yeti quickly approached, throwing snow and soil everywhere, he would maintain his composure the best he could. He's faced down gods... what were foolish immature demons!?
"Flames are not only heat; they are light as well. The hair is thinner over the face, the eyes. When it is distracted, strike without mercy!"
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Distracted? It was just the two of them and the abominable snowman. Where the heck was she going to get a distraction?!
As if in response to her unspoken question, the abused tree started to tip over, the base of its trunk having been weakened by the flames. It crashed down on the slope and knocked over the yeti with its uppermost branches. Pinned by the tree, the beast became a much easier target and the final arrows turned it into a roaring bonfire—literally and figuratively.
Lily eyed the downed tree with a bit of guilt but it was better than being eaten. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slumped against a nearby snowbank. “That’d better be the last of them.” She looked down at the spellbook to see how Lezard was doing. “You okay?”
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Lezard braced himself as the yeti drew closer, but nature saw fit to provide another, far more effective distraction. The yeti and tree went down in an impact impressive enough to cause the ground to tremble, and Lily saw fit to finish the creature off.
The flames would burn just as the rest, and in less than a minute, two red orbs hovered harmlessly in the snow-filled air.
"Agreed." He was loathe to admit he couldn't handle a fourth, but as he tried to 'feel' for any other presence, his hands would turn up empty.
Lezard managed a chuckle in reply to the query. "Your concern is most heartwarming, my dearest Meister~"
But the tone was wrong. The Demon Spellbook was fatigued. Slowly, his side of the connection lowered its signal strength to a more manageable level. At the very least, he could maintain this form, grant them both a little warmth until they would return to safety.
"Our path... appears clear. I doubt we will be bothered further if we make our descent to the tent with haste."
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Getting off this wretched mountain quickly sounded like an excellent idea. She looked forward to going home, soaking in a warm bath and then sleeping for at least twelve hours.
The witch shifted the spellbook to her other arm—her left was getting sore—as she made her way down the slope to the floating spheres. Picking up one of the souls, she dropped it on top of the pages. What were these things made of anyway? They felt kind of wiggly but were still solid enough that her hand didn’t just pass through them. She grabbed the other, repeating the process.
And after Lezard had a chance to absorb the souls…
Noting that the sketch was still lacking clothes, Lily gave him a warning look. “Don’t try anything funny or you're going to have to hike down the mountain on your own.”
And if Lezard doesn’t protest, she’s going to close the book and wrap both arms around it… It would be easier to carry this way since it seemed like she was going to have to do all the walking. It was too bad she hadn't brought her backpack. Otherwise, she would have just shoved him in there.
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A warm bath and half a day's sleep sounded quite preferable; he just might do the same once the mission was declared a success or a failure and they would all return to that unusual city they currently called home. With the snow coming down as it was, all sound was muted, save for the occasional wind that blew through the landscape as Lily made her descent.
The second and third souls were placed upon his pages, and he pulled them in, absorbing them. Lezard felt himself growing closer to... something, but could not pinpoint what. Not knowing anything only frustrated him, but that was what a trip to the library was for once he'd rested up.
"You would leave me here to the yetis and wolves?" He asked in amusement, and with a grasp of his illustration window's corner, he pulled it closed, just in time for his form to do the same. Lezard had a feeling she was quite serious, however, and suppressed the urge to push her buttons further and 'nuzzle' in his current position.
No, there was a time to press buttons, and there was a time to try and keep warm while making one's way back.
"With practice in resonance, my form will be lighter... but as it stands, 'tis much warmer this way." He noted. As much as he disliked the idea of being carried, even by the witch he'd quickly grown so fond of, freezing to death wasn't a better option.
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“Practice? I don’t intend to make a habit of carrying you around.” Really, her life was already weird enough without toting around a magical tome that was actually an irritating mage in disguise. But she would admit he had a point about it being warmer; the shivering and chattering teeth had stopped once they made a connection.
Lily started walking again, moving downhill. The base of the mountain was starting to come within sight but she had no idea how far they might have strayed to either side. Hopefully, she could find the tent again considering how she had gotten all turned around because of the storm and those yetis. Stopping to squint at the terrain below, she muttered, “Where’s that tent?”
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Lezard broke away from his thoughts when Lily squinted, and just above the deafening silence the snow provided on the lower altitudes, he heard her speak. The sorcerer roused his fatigued soul from where it hovered, maintaining their connection, and reached once more.
"I feel a grouped presence in the distance to your left, nothing outwardly malevolent. ...Hm. We truly have gone off-course," he noted.
"Should you be weary of walking, I can change back so that I may offer my assistance~" Oh, he couldn't help but poke her just a tiny bit more. He was no muscle-bound, bull-headed swordsman, but he could carry a woman should the need arise.
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“We have?” Lily peered into the distance but couldn’t actually make out anything to her left yet. She didn’t have a better clue so she followed his directions and started descending again, at a diagonal this time. (It was probably a good thing that Lezard spoke up before they ended on the completely wrong side of the mountain. This was a woman who once drove around San Francisco and stopped to check a map only to be told the address she was looking for was three blocks from where she had started!)
She paused a moment, holding the book out at arm's length with a frown. “No. I can walk!” Yes, she was tired but she wasn’t about to let that man pick her up! And besides, the tent had finally come into sight again.
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But he would tease no more. With the tent in sight and no bodies to be found, one could only draw the conclusion that the others were still fighting hard up near the summit. There was hope, he supposed, when fighters weren't brought in by the dozens clasping bleeding wounds.
With that in mind, he could simply resume his natural form once they reached the tent, have a seat and try resting a while until word would come of their success or failure in dismantling the madness emitter.
With a short hum of content, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift, his soul wavelength clearing that last bit of static that his constantly-clicking mind caused. The Demon Spellbook entered a mental catnap.
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The witch’s original intention of helping the injured had been nearly forgotten until she entered the medical tent. But it seemed that they returned during a lull and all the patients so far had already been tended to. So, she took the opportunity to slump into an empty chair.
Thinking that Lezard might have dozed off, she deposited the spellbook on a table next to her and then let out a small burst of soul energy to break the connection. Even though they were indoors now, the sudden disappearance of the warmth from their link made her shiver a little.
“We’re back,” she mumbled. And hopefully, that would be the end of their excitement for the day.
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After a mutter to one of the other volunteers to rouse him should he be needed, he all but sank into the chair and pulled his hood up and over his head, the other hand pulling open a medical book to lie in his lap. Resting his cheek in a gloved palm, he presumably looked as if he were quietly reading up on some surgical procedure.
But if one were to peek under the hood, they would learn the truth: He'd fallen fast asleep not a minute or two later.