by The Kingpin » Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:56 pm
The ranged fighters, having a safe distance between them and the beast, were afforded the benefit of time, most managing to take cover behind low walls and buildings. the melee fighters that were closing in on the beast weren't so lucky, several being burned by the jet of flames, being fried inside the very armour designed to protect them, screams of agony sounding out in the quiet village, as a volley of flaming arrows streaked out of the buildings on either side of the beast, aimed for it's stomach, with hopes of a more accurate blow. in front of the Council Assembly, the Council of Elders stood, as the final line of defense, should the Village Guards fail...
Arashi flew over the borders of Germania, drifting amidst the clouds effortlessly, his dark grey, rune-covered body standing out in the night sky, drawn by curiosity to the creatures whose blood he had found earlier. though he had absorbed a lot of knowledge directly through one of the creatures' blood, he still didn't have a full picture of what they were. the chance to find out was sufficient to draw him from his plans for a few hours. he was in no rush, afterall.....An immortal had all the time in the world...
The satchel closed over Desrium, keeping the insides safe from the wind outside, the bottom of the satchel morphing and dipping, it's strange, soft, fleshy, creamy texture absorbing the impact. since his last visit, things had been organised somewhat, jars and other fragile objects now kept in place on top of shelves by bands of the strange substance lining the insides of the satchel. the chained black chest for now was silent, though there was no doubt it'd likely start up again if given a hint that someone was there to hear it. the Maldevians slithered up the sides of the large jar they were kept in, some frost building on the bottom of the jar, having been collected at some point during Septimus' escape from the forest earlier, and now refusing to leave, the cause of it being that the satchel itself was responding to it's owner's wishes, giving the Maldevians an environment more similar to their own using whatever it could find to make use of, in this case, being the ice cold air from earlier and the water vapour in the surrounding environment. The books had been lined up more evenly than before, now looking legitimately like a library bookshelf, if not for the soft leather-like material the shelves were made of as opposed to the stone or wood shelves of libraries. in the darkness of the satchel, streaks had opened up along the walls, long vertical lines of white light illuminating the insides, though only generating enough light to make things visible...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG