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The Accursed Island [Closed]
Planet Designation: Forcellia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous.
Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.
Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.
The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.
In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous.
Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.
Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.
The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.
In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.
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"It was you who began the attack... creature."
Almost as bad as the big dragon is that APPARENTLY THE CREW HAS BEEN HIDING MORE DRAGONS IN THEIR MIDST. God it's like he's not even safe anywhere and is Sofia a laguz
"And I do not recall... anyone issuing you an invitation."
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Crouching down, which somehow helped him have better aim, he pulled his right arm back, and let the Sleep Buster blitzball fly at the stupid dragon. "Take THIS, scaleface."
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No numbers flew up, though, so it was hard to tell how much damage it did. However, it did not seem to be particularly sleepy, although maybe it was sleepy and some DoT was keeping it awake or something, good going, Alendian. And what eva what eva, Soren can fire a ballista if he wants!The dragon drew back, fixing one immense amber eye on Sofia, the swordfighter who had suddenly taken on all the outward appearance of a creature something like himself. He paused, gaze passing to Soren briefly before returning to her. "Abomination," he said in a booming snarl, "Your stench offends me."
He drew his great, tattered wings up and beat them once against the air, sending up a sudden gale that had nearby trees rattling and shrubs torn up by the roots to tumble like weeds across the landing.
"For each scale of mine you have harmed, I shall cast the bones of a hundred humans to ash. I shall use your village for kindling!"
With those words, the dragon brought his enormous jaws forward, opening them wide. An gigantic gout of flame flowered into existence before him, casting out across the open air in a pillar of fire easily half a mile long. In the sudden presence of heat and light, the mist seemed to burn away, and the crew could see their surroundings for the first time. A village was indeed in the distance, at the bottom of a slow, rocky drop from their landing area. And closer to them were the dark husks of what had once been the trees in an immense forest, now dry and withered.
The dragon’s blaze seared a swath of the old forest, reducing the old trees to ash in an instant. But with the air and brush dry from days or weeks without rain, those that weren’t immediately obliterated easily caught fire; it spread rapidly with nothing to stop it. With a cry that was half-rasp, half shriek, the dragon launched itself up into the air with all speed, soaring high and disappearing back into the clouds.
(P.S. He probably had a low opinion of Fried, too)
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"Are you the travelers that made arrangements with the head of the village?" he asked.
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At the speed it was going, it wouldn't be long till it was way above the safe zone for her current equipment, so Ronnae had to let of of him fast...
Detaching her weapons from the last blow she had given his joints Ronnae braced herself on one of it's spines and leaped off him with all her strength to easily avoid getting impaled by it's rising tail.
All that was left was to freefall now, and hope that her parachute didn't malfunction this time... Ah the glory and woes of being an engineer.
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Why is it that the only thing he can remember about dealing with fires is 'stop, drop and roll'
and the chorus of a Sean Kingston song? Maybe that would have been another good thing to focus on during those Battletoads sessions.Punchy sprints over to where Soren fell over and, remembering Soren isn't so big on being tugged around, leans down to see if his roommate's alive and conscious.
"Yo, Skinny, really shit time for a dirt nap, okay? Catch some Z's later, we need you to use your magical wind voodoo to direct that fire away from the village, okay?"
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The leathery wings moved into the air, and before long she had placed herself right where the girl was falling, so she could fall down on her and they could descend together.
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Soren was conscious! He was just sort of... not doing so great. He attempted to stagger halfway up anyway, propping himself up against a portion of the rock.
He gritted his teeth as he fumbled for the green tome he kept concealed in his robes. And purposefully did not think about his hands.
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"T-thanks, relying on my parachute has left me with many unpleasant experiences." She held on after rearranging herself, looking back towards the area where the larger dragon had escaped to before turning to Sofia.
"How're the others?"
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Besides 9999 damage.It was allowed to do this?This was clearly a boss fight.He stood there, holding his ball, and looking at the burning forest. He didn't really have any way of dealing with that. A water-based attack reel attack but he only had one of those in him...
"Anybody need me to do anythin'?"
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"Does anyone require healing?" she asked as they came to view of the others.
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He jams Puppet into his jacket pocket and pulls up his goggles. "If we need bandages, I can rip strips off my threads."
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"We hardly need your filthy clothes. I have proper, sterile bandaging materials if required."
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He stepped up to the woman. "That would be us, miss."
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The dragon was certainly hostile, having sneaked up on their group while they were waiting for their contacts. Granted, the fact that it can talk opens a secondary measure through which they could deal with it.
Of course, their current standing with the dragon was... unfavorable. But she'd seen people talk down angrier sorts to a level where they could talk things out before, so it wasn't out of the question.
Most their attacks had little or unnoticeable effects, she won't say they had no effect considering she'd faced bigger dragons before, it's just a matter of assessing what works or how to make it work.
She made rounds around the camp to see if she was needed anywhere.
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Soren nodded curtly to Sofia in thanks, though he still regarded her with some suspicion. People who could transform into dragons were a little too close to the beings he was familiar with for comfort. Once her spell was finished, he removed his gloves gingerly and cast them aside, testing out his fingers. It seemed Sofia's abilities worked quickly, though the traces of the burns were not completely gone as of yet (protip: don't look inside the gloves).
"I would... appreciate it," Soren said to Alendian. He hated being helped by someone he didn't like, but it was, of course, probably necessary.
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Uh, she was a little keyed up.
She took one look at Ronnae, however, and drew back, still brandishing her sword. "And what are you, a... a dark elf?" Dark elves usually weren't green, though. She thought. She'd never actually seen one, only heard of them by reputation.
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He looked grimly around at the state of the sentry post. Talk about bad timing.
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"No, not a dark elf, not from this world either. I came with the group sent here, and I mean you no harm." She wasn't surprised though, just because someone was fighting the same foe, didn't mean that they were friendly, she'd learn that the hard way through the many wars back home.
"Ronnae, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos, one of the crew members of the Transmigration 9" She didn't know if they were part of the group that was supposed to meet them, but she bowed respectfully nonetheless.
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Opening up the small box, she pulled out a small cloth and unraveled it completely. Without the slightest sense of delicacy (because Soren was clearly a mon-keigh), she slapped it on Soren's hands and the bandage bonded itself to his skin, allowing it function as a kind of second skin for the time being.
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"And you're going to tell me she's not an elf, either, right?" Actually, she'd never seen armor like that before.
She put her hands on her hips, confronting Shoutarou. "What kind of birdbrain doesn't look up the world they're about to visit? Maybe you'd like us to warn you about other stuff, too! Water is wet! You should breathe air, it's good for you!"
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