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Post by Isla Paledragon Wed Nov 24, 2021 10:01 pm

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For a world as rich and diverse as hers, for a world as unexplainable and endlessly surprising, the young warrior couldn’t help but pick up on the dualities that existed, especially on the mainland. The outer realm and the common realm, those with magic and those without magic, but the few times she ever stepped foot this far west she was reminded of a much more aesthetic duality. Those who lived with sunlight and those cast over by a grey sky, one that never brightened yet managed to get darker each time she saw it. The sky over Newdale was worlds apart from the beach she had been enjoying at the start of the Moondance festival. Avalon was the perfect tourist destination and a fun holiday for the young women, it’s warm sands and glorious company made for a party with or without the occasion, yet here she felt the only company for now was the great weapon strapped to her back.

It was very likely in fact that the swords carried, it’s towering silhouette outlandishly oversized for her initial appearance, was the only reason she was as safe as she was. The city girl was not comfortable in Newdale, not even slightly, but she was not afraid. As she strode down the central street of the settlement she felt like a traveller with no name from those shows at the local theatre just two blocks down. She remembered going along when she was barely a teenager, sneaking in through one of the upstairs windows jut to watch the secretive hero outwit the outlaws and corrupt lawmen. It was a fitting memory she realised, after all she was an unknown outsider there and her prey was that of a criminal.

After returning home from Avalon Isla was all partied out and decided she needed to do what any regular drained person would do, go back to adventuring. She was in Rivengate barely one night before she stepped foot back on the mainland, making her way to the nearest hub of Adventurer’s guild contracts and set her eyes to the task of finding a quest she would be of use on. There were many closer, many easier, many safer, but this one had struck a cord with why she was an adventurer in the first place. Protecting those who could not protect themselves, and the people here were in danger whether they knew it or not. A rogue by the name of Genn, a violent and long imprisoned individual had escaped. Eye witnesses had supposedly spotted him in Newdale so she set off as early as she could, fully expecting she may have to face the target all by herself. But that was not to be.

She knew not much about her assigned partner for the quest but that was face, she did not like to make any assumptions before she would meet them in person. But she knew their name was Bleuenn and a vague physical description. Isla herself wasn’t too unidentifiable all things considered so she hoped maybe this ally would spot her first. Her ashen white hair messily tied up as she looked either side for any sign of danger. She was mostly covered by a large dark cloak, accidentally ominous when paired with her sword, but underneath she realised she was far less imposing. An oversized sky blue shirt underneath a single armoured pauldron, Some hose held in place by a wide leather belt and on her wrists she was wrapped in hand bandages but contrasted by the brightly coloured wrist band from the Moondance parties on Avalon. As she often did when ready for a fight she had smeared the black faceprint across her eyes in a band though she could never decide why, it was mostly a thing she thought looked cool after seeing it in artwork growing up but she owned it now and that was what mattered.

The warrior came to a stop outside the front door of what was very clearly a crime scene, far enough down the main route that almost no one was around but that didn’t stop her wandering how many were watching her. The front door wide open, broken glass everywhere, if her tip from the guild was accurate then this was almost definitely the shop which had been raided earlier in the evening. Broken into savagely and without warning, this was the latest in a string of sightings for their prey. She looked around though, Brown eyes scanning the street for the arrival of her partner.


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Thu Nov 25, 2021 2:45 am

Once again she had found herself in Newdale and yet again an act of violence was the cause. Trailing her pale finger along the large claw marks the primal markings match that of the spree of murders that have plagued the town. Entering the shop the crunch of glass echoed in the now barren shop tracing her fingers along the path that the creature took until the trail ended into another. Waving her hand forward she looked to the splatter of blood that painted the side of the wall marking the end of the first victim as a large pool of blood singled where they lied. Scanning the surrounding a bloodied print led to the stairs. The tracks were more erratic, signaling perhaps a chase as the other victim panicked fleeing to the second floor perhaps hoping to hide.

With the first step, Bleuenn stayed her hand from the railing as it had been warped by the creature forcing their way through the small stairwell giving the victims much needed time to temporarily escape their pursuer. Carefully scaling the ravage stairway her eyes fell upon tufts of thick black fur caught between cracks in the wood. Taking hold of one of the tufts the hair was more coarse than it appeared. Rubbing the fur between her fingers the half witch tried to fit a creature to the fur with most either lacking key features that coincided with them or simply did not live near or around Newdale.

Reaching the second level, more fur and destruction made it fairly easy to follow it into what appeared to be a guest room, but upon entry, the toys denoted a child’s room. Taking a deep breath, a hint of iron and what reminded her of wet dog permeated the room making her slightly ill as she thought about what had occurred.

Encasing her heart further within her cold magic she slowly stepped forward following the scratch in the floor until she reached the middle of the room. She already could see the shredded closet and the viscous remains of what was once a family smeared through the barely standing separation. However, the tracks in the middle of the room circling instead of leading directly to its victims adding to the final piece of an already simple puzzle. Leaving the room and closing what little remained of the door she looked out of the second floor window looking for her partner that the guild had forced upon her. Setting her eyes upon a cloaked figure closing in on the shop, Bleuenn cupped her hand to form a series of ice lenses to better view the figure. Tinkering with her magic the half witch caught a glimpse of the woman’s white hair and face though what stood out most was the giant sword that seemed to be what most remembered about the woman known as Isla Paledragon.

Flicking the ice off her hand the ice witch remained on the second floor for a while longer. Overlooking her would be accomplished, she thought on the other reason the guild had partnered them together. However, unlike the others, she had watched over and instructed Isla was known to be confrontational, headstrong, and violent causing the ice witch to wonder who would be the bigger danger on their hunt.

Returning to the first floor and stepping onto the storefront Bleuenn’s ruby eyes scanned the taller Isla once more before announcing herself. “You must be Miss Paledragon, I hope you do not mind, but I took the initiative of looking over the attack”. Removing a vial from one of the pouches that hung from her belt, Bleuenn would hand the vial holding the black fur to Isla. “At first my mind went to that of a hellhound, but the lack of fire and burns quickly dispel that thought. No, it is most likely a werewolf given the full moon. Though whether or not it is the same one or a group is unknown as I did not see the other attacks first hand and only know of their happenings by a second hand”. Stopping herself, and her further musing on the topic Bleuenn would glance back to Isla before bowing to the woman. “Excuse my manners I was wrapped up in my thoughts”. Rising the tag would hang over her face obscuring her features with only her clothing acting as a noteworthy feature. “I am Bleuenn Bosser, though you already must be aware as we have been assigned to deal with this threat together”.

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Post by Isla Paledragon Thu Nov 25, 2021 9:59 am

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Isla’s head twitched to the side slightly as she heard the footsteps down the stairs, but she could quickly piece together that it was unlikely to be the murderer themselves. After all the bodies had already been removed and they wouldn’t bother to return from what she understood, no it was much more likely a neighbour, looter or potentially even the one she was meant to find. She turned further, looking in through the shattered remains of the doorway to see the smaller turquoise haired figure. Isla’s eyes widened with slight awkwardness as her hunting partner announced themselves in a far more professional manner than she was used to.

Lips parted slightly as she paused making her reply, each time there was a break and she began to ponder a reply more words followed. Bleu was not a chatterbox by any regard but the warrior wandered if perhaps she was far far more experienced in these investigations and so merely wished to make their thoughts audible to help Isla along. She would be right of course, Isla was mostly used to protection and hunting duties but she liked to think she would be good at this, she was no fool after all, or if she was then she lacked any awareness of it.

She took the vial in hand and began looking at it, thoughts appearing in her head only moments before Bleu confirmed them with her own findings, so instead she looked back up to those ruby eyes and waited to hear what more they had to say. There it was soon enough, her name and an opening to speak. The young girl’s mind finally going into overdrive to say something she was indecisive as to what way she should present herself. Should she be friendly? Intelligent? Perhaps she should try come across as cool and collected or a broody badass, or just nod and let the other one return to her thinking, perhaps after all there was much more knowledge stored within she could only guess blindly about.

It was a few seconds of awkward silence when Isla realised she hadn’t said anything, so she internally said fuck it and tried to bite the arrow by just speaking whatever came to mind “Yes…” She paused another moment, words finally making sense in her mind. “I mean hello, you can call me Isla, no need for miss.” With a firm nod she took in a deep breath, awkwardly smiling slightly then looking closer to the vial of hair as she pretended to analyse it. “I am sure we will do great, it is pleasure to meet you Boss, i mean Bossen… Bleuenn, werewolf sounds correct.” Whatever internal monologue she had during the introduction was likely not much more organised than the words that parted her lips, but as she looked past the other adventurer’s shoulder she caught glimpses of just how awful things were inside.

“Oh fuck, this nasty.” She muttered under her breath, her accent and tone making the comment sound less one of shock and instead simple morbid curiosity. She walked past her partner, her shoulder almost barging past the witch before she sidestepped at the lost moment out of fear of knocking over the smaller figure. She observed everything in the main shop as quickly as she could, from claw marks to blood splatters and dented wood. She was curious whether it was an intentional attack or if they were searching for something, if it was simple bloodlust or otherwise. Growing up in Rivengate meant her view of werewolves was unreliable, she could scarcely remember what was myth carried over from other worlds and what was fact from their world. Either way though she had fought their kind before, surely she could take down this beast too. “From the report i read on my journey they act alone, some falling out with old alliances. Likely desperate, or overwhelmed by the freedom of being loose. They also smell…” She paused, speaking next in a whisper as if mostly for her own benefit rather than to be heard by Bleu. “Just an observation…smell like hound in bog”


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Thu Nov 25, 2021 7:49 pm

Remaining silent, Bleuenn blinked, she did not expect such a long awkward silence from what she had heard about the woman before her. If anything the silence was worse than a rude or crass remark as at least she would know where she stood with her guildmate. Watching Isla more closely the warrior woman did not appear threatened or concerned about her due to her appearance. She had heard about Isla's dislike of vampires and while she was not one she had been mistaken for one before. Outright staring at the white haired Isla the indecisive yes escaping the supposedly combative woman’s mouth was a shock, but not unwelcomed as she preferred it over any of what she had expected. Though once Isla went silent again, Bleuenn worried that the two would be locked in another social standoff.

Thankfully the woman remained civil if a bit awkward when it came to her delivery leaving out the suffix in the ice witch’s name creating yet another awkward situation. Flashing Isla a soft smile Bleuenn decided against questioning the warrior about their nerves as she did not wish to touch one. “Likewise, did you wish to…”, trailing off on her words Isla's crass remark on the state of the store cut her off, however, what caught her eye was Isla’s approach. Bracing herself the half witch was not sure what to expect, but the way the woman seemed to stay too close to pass by making the ice witch question her guild member’s intent. With each step, Bleuenn stood her ground expecting a small bump perhaps in relation for what she had put her through. Despite her theories based on what she had heard nothing of the sort happened as Isla absently moved around her with her mind on the scene before her.

As Isla explored the store, Bleuenn circled the outskirts of the store looking for any tracks left behind by the werewolf. Finding the tracks was simple enough though the mix of other tracks along with the werewolf concerned her.

Returning to the front just as Isla had finished her inspection revealed nothing that she already knew or stated. Though the warrior’s comment on the smell drew a chuckle out of the half witch. “At least we will have a warning before they strike”. Shaking out the remainder of the amusement, Bleuenn quickly directed the conversation back to a professional one. “I read the report as well I would take it with a grain of salt as you cannot believe everything you read or hear”. Flashing Isla a small smile she turned and began to follow the tracks leading behind and outside of the town. “While I don't discount the guild scouts, it’s better to assume that you are always in danger even if your target has been dispatched”. Pointing to the groups of tracks trampling over part of their target. “It appears that the guard or vigilantes have taken it upon themselves to rid their home of the threat. Since it has been a few hours since the attack they are most likely dead as well”. Halting her advance, Bleuenn turned to Isla and looked to her sword briefly before focusing on the woman’s brown eyes. “Before we move into less hospitable lands perhaps we should discuss tactics”. Raising her hand with an open palm the half witch formed a snowball within. “I specialize in ice magic. I provide both offensive and defensive support however I believe we should stick to simple cooperation as we have not fought or trained with each other at all making even simple teamwork difficult. To best avoid stepping on each other's toes we should stick to one role and adapt as necessary. Your weapon should be more than enough to hit a decisive blow on the target, I suggest that you focus on the defense while I immobilize the target as werewolves are extremely nimble and have enhanced senses more so given that we cannot see in the dark”.

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Post by Isla Paledragon Sat Nov 27, 2021 10:01 am

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The slight sound of laughter from her partner made Isla’s smile grow to an almost grin, becoming reassured that the one beside her would not be a complete buzzkill on their hunt. As they spoke she listened intently, making sure to ponder then memorise the comments she made about another’s tracks in particular. It was however at the mention of tactics that Isla’s expression seemed to grow concerned, awkwardly itching at her jawline as she nodded in anticipation for what came next. She was no fool in a fight and knew the value of a plan of course, however she also knew that neither would fully grasp the other’s strengths and weaknesses from a simple discussion. That required observation and experience, to plan too much prematurely could simplify their capabilities and in her mind at least, not take into consideration just how diverse in talents each other was.

Despite this worry however the ashen haired girl was distracted pleasantly by the formation of the snowball, eyeing it like a child and grinning fully as she stepped closer, listening to at least most of what Bleu had to say. The nods become bigger and more exaggerated, her grin remained though she eventually moved her gaze from the snowball to the magical girl’s eyes. When the suggestions came to an end, and it became time for the warrior to agree or add to it there instead become a second or two of silence as she processed it all in time to provide her own reply.

“Ah yes, er thank you, no…” Her eyes widened in realisation that probably came across rather rude so she stepped forward and placed a hand on their shoulder, smiling warmly and genuinely in hope that she would see she saw no faults in the suggestion given the information at hand. “By which i mean, wolves are fast, i have had to dismember many. Well, three, but three more than most. If i stick to defence even i will not keep up, my throat will become a shower head.” Despite the grim nature of her words her expression never became sour and if anything her voice only become lighter in tone. “I must push it onto it’s back feet so to speak, like very violent dance, keep them defending as often as they are attacking.” Removing her hand from the witch’s shoulder she began moving to the back door and exited the building, calling out behind her as she did. “But yes, dark is pest, freezing them sounds useful. Shall we get going?” There was no pause for an answer, she was already walking.


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Mon Nov 29, 2021 2:50 pm

Just as the half witch finished her explanation, she mentally chastised herself as her example seemed to distract Isla. While she was not mad at Isla's childlike wonder; Bleuenn hoped that the supposedly wild woman would beagle to remain focused on the task at hand. Once the warrior woman’s nods ceased another awkward pause.

Thankfully the pause was brief, but her guildmate’s response was stilted and nothing like their previous conversations. Now returning a pause of her own, Bleuenn was unsure of the why and how Isla’s common went from fluency to poor and practically everything else she had heard about the woman. Could all of her violence and gruffness be a misunderstanding? While it was just a theory the woman had done nothing to her so the least she could do was give Isla the benefit of the doubt. Giving her a nod and an understanding smile, Bleuenn turned around to begin their hunt.

Though as she took a step the ice witch was stopped by a hand gently wrapped over her shoulder. Hastily making sure to stop her ice armor did not cause Isla discomfort, the half witch turned, looking quizzically at the warm smile and overall serenity that was Isla. Waiting on the ashen’s woman's words did nothing to alleviate Bleunne’s confusion, but she understood most of what her ally was attempting to say. However, another odd continuation added more for the ice witch to decode.

With the removal of the hand from her shoulder and quick peace towards the back of the shop, the half witch was given no time to respond or even question Isla’s sudden change in speech. For the most part, Bleuenn believed that her ally meant that she was going to take her suggestion and focus on offense while she remained to the back lines acting as support on the account of the warrior taking the lead barking out her approval of a frozen wolf. Or so that was what Bleuenn hoped. In any case, the ice witch would follow at arm's length of Isla giving herself breathing room, but not enough to allow for herself to be easily flanked or ambushed.

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Post by Isla Paledragon Tue Nov 30, 2021 2:48 pm

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Once the pair had left the building behind and emerged under the night sky, Isla looked over her shoulder to make sure she had been followed and not simply left the witch in total confusion. But there she was, her expression was noticeably not one of the pure excited confidence of Isla but this was hardly a new experience. The warrior continued walking but gave her guild friend a thumbs up, signifying that they were already off to a great start as she thought. In particular however she wanted to make sure they did not settle for too long, thinking back to her prior experience with werewolves who had gone rogue in such a manner. Rarely did they exhibit the patience or predictability of other criminals or killers, and while they had to be smart in their search they were best to simply act and make sure their wits were on alert as they did so.

“So Bleu, you know magic, nice.” She began awkwardly, wishing to speak but accidentally starting the sentence before she had properly planned it. While the warrior didn’t look behind her to the hybrid she knew she likely didn’t need to in order to envision the further look of confusion when trying to figure out Isla’s attitude in their mission. “Magic is very cool, apparently my dads used to know a fair amount before they settled down. Rivengate isn’t the easiest for casting, i can’t cast either way though. I am strong though, could climb up the side of my apartment complex when i was only eleven, they were not happy when i did.” Though she spoke in her natural accent she tried her best to keep the tone of her words light, making each part sound more lively and optimistic than her base tone. "Have you ever been to Rivengate? If not you should, you would be popular i think.”

It was here that she turned back to face the younger women, walking backwards with confidence that she would never fall even if she managed to kick a stone off balance only two steps in. She scanned the shorter adventurer up and down, admiring just how pretty her turquoise hair was especially when partnered with her thermal arcane armour and lithe build. “Now i think about it you remind me of someone went to school with, she could not do ice magic but she was good at magical things, i do not know if she kept it up though. She was cute though, very pretty voice even if it was as intimidating as kitten.” The warrior’s eyes raised further above her partner’s features and began to casually scan the rooftops, watching for any sign of knocked tiles or moving shadows. She hoped the witch would catch on to her reason for being so talkative, making them seem more amateur to any watchful eyes, but likely she was just being annoying. This was okay, a shame but it was a common occurrence.

It was a few minutes walk down the road when Isla stepped into a puddle, the splash managing to go across her cloak before it could hit her attire. “It is very wet here whenever i visit, they must have seen us coming.” Isla giggled under her brother with a far from attractive chuckle at her own poor and rather inappropriate joke, stopping for a moment as she looked to her cloak and noticed something odd, the spots of water that splashed at it’s side were red, but not brightly so like paint. “Oh fuck, that is not good…” she began, beginning to realise what she had accidentally walked backwards into. Her fears seemed to be correct when she looked down, for around her feet was a shallow stream of water mixed into a deep crimson by something upstream. She turned to face the alleyway beside them, her eyes following the river of rain run off until her eyes caught the sight of something hideously mangled in the moonlight several metres away. “There we are boss, we found another.” Though happy they found a lead Isla’s expression dimmed, wondering just how many bodies this trail would have before they caught this beast that night.


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Fri Dec 03, 2021 12:32 am

Focusing more on the surroundings than Isla, It took her a moment to notice the warrior's thumb of approval, but yet again the woman puzzled her. Unsure as to why of the thumbs up, but unlike before the half witch was not going to be so lenient. “We may be fine for now, but it's unlikely that we will gain the initiative over a werewolf in the dark and knows it’s being hunted. I'd hold back on that thumbs up till the beast is put down”. Trying her best not to be rude or to egg on the possible ticking time bomb that was Isla. However, she wanted to make sure that they both came out alive and hopefully without any serious injury.

As if completely unfazed by her words Isla went on to comment and compliment her magic stunning the ice witch for a moment as a pang of guilt ran through her. Holding her tongue and trying her best to keep her eyes and ears out for the werewolf, even so, she could not fully block out her partner's words. “I believe it is due to the lack of connection to the ley lines that disturb the flow of mana while also allowing for more advanced technology to be utilized”.

Realizing that the woman would continue to speak no matter what, Bleuenn decided to answer as plainly as possible in hopes to continue further cooperation. Despite her wish to focus on the job, the fact that Isla was a warrior stimulated her interest in the world and magic. The social floodgates were completely destroyed upon the question of if she had even been to Rivengate. Letting out a single ha, Bleuenn thought back to her time with Shane. “I have and I was, I had to deal with a rather frustrating man on top of the city’s effects on someone as magically inclined as myself. Though I do not plan to go back ever; if I am able”.

Just as she was about to continue and inquire and mention her theory on warriors, Isla turned to face her leaving her back open as she continued walking. The foolishness on display soured the ice witch’s expression as she was prepared to fully lambast her for not only endangering herself but ogling her just after bringing up the topic of ‘popularity’ and her cute school friend. “I assure you that my looks and voice are not bound to my ability. Whoever and whatever relationship you had with your classmate does not extend to me as while we look the same we are not the same”... While the ice witch continued she paused with Isla’s broken eye contact. Mere moments from snapping at the ashen harried women, but she remembered that they were not on a moonlit stroll together. Following Isla’s eyes, Bleuenn looked to where the woman appeared to be looking. Sensing nothing amiss or around she would turn back to focus on Isla studying the woman while leaning closer to get a better look. Staring into the brown eyes the ice witch was not met with a lustful glance that she knew all too well. Tracing her eyes around the woman’s face, Bleuenn straightened back up looking slightly less annoyed by Isla. “You should have mentioned it before”. Whispering out the words softly, Bleuenn remained silent in hopes to keep up the ruse.

Trying her best to ignore Isla and her continued desire to egg on the werewolf to the point of looking too obvious. It was not until a splash did Bleuenn look back at her companion just as they stepped in a puddle. “Unfortunately for you, they won't be seeing you or anyone anymore”. Pointing at the woman’s now blood stained cloak, Bleuenn moved over to the puddle to examine it further. Squatting down she was unable to tell how fresh or old the blood was as it had been mixed in with water from runoff, diluting the blood making it impossible to tell. Turning her head to the alleyway upon Isla’s mention of another one piqued Bleuenn’s curiosity. However, from the look of the mangled body and the placement, it seemed that the creature was in no rush as it had gone far beyond what was needed. Though even if it was a trapped her ice armor would stop a killing blow giving her companion enough time to strike. Standing back up and walking towards the body the true horror would fully reveal itself to her. Stopping just shy of the mix of flesh, cloth, and metal, Bleuenn looked over the body that appeared to be a former guardsman. The cause of death was impossible to determine as the body had been twisted and deformed to the point that all she was able to do was gain obvious details off of the body. Looking around the alley, bits of flesh and the walls were painted with blood from the beast's horrendous act. Looking at a grouping of claws marks, her eyes looked up to the rooftops to see if she was next. Thankfully all her eyes were met with the pale moonlight as the creature seemed to be on the hunt for another guardsman.

The guard seemed to have split up in search for the creature, but foolishly became hunted instead as by themselves they are no match for a transformed werewolf”. Turning back around to look at Isla her steps towards her guildmate would halt as a horrifying wail echoed out from the west. Breaking into a sprint Bleuenn ran towards the sound without a word as a warrior like Isla would have no trouble out running someone like herself.

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Isla followed Bleuenn down the alleyway at a staggered pace, looking almost like the witch’s bodyguard as they closed in on the victim. The scene was terrible, brutal and unnecessary. The one they hunted, the one who had hunted this poor guard, they were not fighting out of survival or hunger but something far more sinister in its heart. Maybe there was a message in it, a warning to anyone who sought to contain them yet again, but if it was a message then it fell upon deaf ears. Isla crossed her arms and took in a deep breath as she watched her partner at work, the intelligence behind her eyes perfectly aligning with the educated words she had tried to spurt out previously between Isla’s own outbursts. Even now she spoke of what she saw though in this case the warrior saw it too. The positioning, what material could be identified from the body, they had split up and yet she doubted any of the guards were at the level of the two adventurers in experience or capability. They were pawns ready to be picked off one by one,  that was of course unless the two girls could stop them.

The larger of the two girls went to speak, itching the side of her jaw for a moment as she parted her lips, watching Bleuenn turn towards her. But before either could continue they were interrupted, an awful sound of a blood curdling scream tore itself through the eternally night sky over Newdale. The banshee like cry came from the west and they both knew no words were needed, if anything they would be a detriment. The witch set off in a sprint without hesitation, her feet carrying with decent speed, but Isla had another plan on how to get there first, and perhaps it would even reduce the risk of her partner getting ambushed. Not to mention the unspoken motivation, it would be more fun.

Isla shut off from her starting point in the same direction, following behind Bleuenn as if trying not to overtake, but the reality was she had only a few meters before it was her place to turn off. She pivoted on one foot, a ninety degree change in direction as she left higher. Her hands grasped onto the lipped edge of the building’s backdoor canopy. With a deceptive grace and determined grit she lifted herself up with relative ease, planting her feet before leaping up once more to reach the building’s rooftop. It was slanted, enough to make footing an issue, but not enough to make the experienced free runner nervous. Instead she reached up quickly and undid the small clasp on her cloak, letting the dark bloodstained sheet fall free from her shoulders and leaving her dressed in the now visible oversized blue shirt, decorated only by the faded logo of some obscure rivengate band. With her sword still towering over her back she set off again, but this time running in the most direct west route she could.

With powerful leaps over gaps and clever footwork along the various roof angles and levels Isla travelled with speed and experience akin to what many would think of an assassin or thief, but in truth she was too open to be either. Whenever she could she glanced down, catching glimpses of her partner to whom she waved as she leapt overhead but didn’t stop to say a word, nor looking long enough to see if she made any gestures of her own. There was still sounds up ahead, their source closing quickly as there was a weeping filled cry of fear. This one however was not in pain, was not as visceral as the last, she figured it likely a witness who caused it, but the last had definitely been something more, likely the next victim, she only hoped they would not be too late.

With the last building in her way passed Isla probably could have done the right thing, the clever thing, to wait at the edge and scan her surroundings, to see how far away her ally was, or just to make sure she understood what she was doing. But the excitement got the better of her, the thrill of the chase and the desire to not waste a single second when lives were in danger. She was no saint but she wanted to be a hero, to protect as many as she could and to strike down those who harmed the innocent. With a long bound from the top of the roof she approached the ground with a rush, her feet touching the muddy street as she lowered herself forward into a roll. The manoeuvre reducing the worst of the impact as the white haired girl skidded a metre or so.

In a pose not far from those in illustrations of fictional heroes she stayed low, feet shoulder width apart with one hand on the ground for stability and the other reaching up to grasp the handle of her sword. Her head looked up, eyes scanning forward only to be met with the sinister yellow glow of another pair of eyes staring back. The great mound of flesh and fur was towering over someone, something, whether they were alive or not she could not see, she saw only the scarlet glint of blood on the creature’s claws. The low growl that followed confirmed her suspicion, she had just interrupted their fun, and she was next. Slowly rising to her feet Isla drew the sword from her back, holding the simple but powerful blade parallel with the floor in preparation for whatever came next. “You are one ugly mother fucker.” Her words a taunt to make sure whenever backup arrived, the beast’s focus was purely on her. The taunt worked, and it lunged, it’s bounding powerful limbs closing the gap between them in seconds. Isla braced for impact, and readied her feet to date and manoeuvre as much as she needed in order to survive the onslaught.



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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Sun Dec 05, 2021 7:56 am

Turning her head to see if and where the warrior was in relation to herself expecting Isla to be in the very least right behind or in the middle of overtaking her. Though once again the odd Rivengator had subverted her expectation, unlike the other times the present was less than optimal for the ice witch. Switching back and forth between what was ahead and Isla flashing the woman a quick burst of confusion while looking at the woman’s sword as if to remind her of their past conversation on the simple tactics they previously agreed on.

Mouthing out to question Isla’s actions, the warrior quickly responded with action. Slowing her pace, Bleuenn watched her ally scale one of the buildings with surprising ease given the giant weapon that weighed down on her. Still unsure as to what her guildmate was doing, but unable to vocally communicate without warning the werewolf of their approach, Bleuenn returned to a relaxed walk. While her movements may have looked relaxed her expression was anything but that as the screaming had not stopped meaning that more than one guard’s life was on the line yet her ally wanted to gain some sort of height advantage when the wails gave a fair enough account of the beast’s location.

Not willing to wait any longer, ice like blades formed under her feet while a trail of crystallized ivory formed ahead of the ice witch. Gliding almost dancing forward the moonlight reflected off of the ice as it formed ahead. With each step, the ice that was left behind would shed away into the night sky leaving a shimmering trail behind the pale half witch. Racing towards the sound that had changed to more sobbing than the shrill last cry of death tolled the death of one or more of the guards that had first cried out. Increasing her pace, Bleuenn looked over to see the Ashen haired woman wave to her as if completely unfazed at how they had both allowed for another to die due to their sluggish response. Snapping her attention forward to show her displeasure at Isla’s action and prepare herself for what was ahead the half witch was no longer concerned herself with Isla’s action as to why should she care to coordinate when her ally acted on their own.

Rounding the corner, Bleuenn was faced with the beast and Isla who seemed to draw their target's attention with her charms bracing herself for the beast’s onslaught. With mere moments to act she formed a dome of ice around Isla and the Werewolf, encasing the two together in a frozen crystal prison limiting the beast's moments to a small area. Just as the beast was upon the warrior woman, sharp ice spikes protruded past Isla forcing the werewolf back only slightly piercing the creature’s thick hide. More spikes shot out around the werewolf severely hampering its ability to maneuver only giving it the option to charge forward as the spikes on Isla’s side had returned to the dome leaving the warrior completely able to move freely in the space allotted to her.

I can do more if necessary, but for now I am going to focus on the injured”. Skating over to the who she believed to be the whimpering man as he was the only one of the three guards that still had mana within them. “I am sorry that I was not fast enough to save your friends, but I promise that I will save you”. Receiving no comment back as the eldritch man had passed out from the sheer amount of pain that the beast caused him. While the wounds were gruesome none of them were fate unlike the killing blows his friends had suffered. No doubt the beast planned to do the same to the guard they had found before him. Kneeling she began to freeze over the wounds knitting the fleshing and bone back together allowing for the replacement to slowly overtake the magic using it as an energy source to rapidly heal.

Overlooking the battle between each reattachment. Bleuenn would make sure to shift the spikes to continue to hinder the werewolf while freeing Isla from any of the spikes that would injure or hinder her movements. Adding Isla more still, frost began to form around the werewolf’s feet interrupting its movements further while forcing the creature to always be off balance as it had to constantly move or lose its mobility completely.

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Isla spotted from the corner of her vision the arrival of her partner, just moments before the wolf was due to land it’s strike. She waited, holding her ground until the last moment then with a grin she took a darting step to the side and manoeuvred her sword into a guarding angle across her upper body. It worked but only just the beast landing ready to crush her beneath it’s powerful form but had to settle for a swing to it’s side, striking the flat of her great sword as it pushed her back a couple steps. It was then she saw the breath leave her, the air between both opponents cooling and within moments, they were contained. A dome of ice coming the frozen arena within which they would battle. The beast struck again, trying total advantage of her loss of focus but was punished, a spear of ice darting out from side them to draw blood as it pierced the flesh under it’s great arm. The dome on the beast’s half seemed to be covered in such spikes whereas the side closest to Isla was smooth like a ball of glass.

Isla could hear words muffled from the other side of the ice but the words themselves were hard to make it. She could tell they were the words of Bleuenn and she could guess they were in regards to the wolf’s victim, but either way they were not going to be communicating much it seemed. Instead the warrior’s focus was on the prey, on their hunt, and she would not fail. Raising her sword up and resting it over one shoulder Isla blew some pale hair from her face and smirked at it. A gesture returned as the criminal’s mighty jaws widened in a sinister grin. “On behalf of the innocents you have harmed and the terror you have caused, i will fuck you up.” She said simply, moments before letting loose a war cry that was matched only by the terrible howl of the beast as it faced her. The pair letting loose with their vocals as they charged forward nn their feet, the wolf ducking under the restraining spikes of the icy dome as Isla leapt high, the blade of her weapon arcing down in a great overhead slash.

The sword struck the ground as the werewolf leapt right, it’s four limbs halting the skid before it could collide with the sharp walls of their arena. It charged forward again, this time with a pounce where it’s weight alone would crush her, and Isla knew she could not outrun a creature like him forever. It got closer, close enough that the next jump would have been the one to carry it to her position, but that was when it faltered, the growth of frost from Bleuenn’s magic forming around it’s feet just long enough to distract and delay it’s attack, the delay was all she needed. Looking down at the weapon in her hands she gritted her teeth and banged it on the ground a couple times, the tapping of its steel against the earth almost a rhythmic drumming which seemed to enrage her opponent more, but that was not its purpose.

When it left the ground shortly after, it's dark hairy mass intended to destroy the pale young women, the ghostly blue shade of all within the dome soon became lit by the slow glow of a green light. Vivid and arcane in it’s unnatural vibrancy, the glow reflected in the eyes of the wolf as it eyed her up from above with confusion and potential regret. The glow was emanating from the vicious looking blade in her hands, the great sword etched with Runes which pulsed in a green magic where the meaning of each symbol was unknown to her but something she knew how to use at the least.

She waited, smirking as the arc of it’s leap carried the target closer and closer, then just as it was about to flatten her she swung up in a brutal arc, heralded by another war-cry from her lips. The force of her swing and the energy from the sword making her hair and baggy shirt flutter as if a great breeze was within the dome, but the true devastation came when it collided with the beast. The blade had barely punctured it’s flesh, scoring a long cut but not too deep, when the runes seemed to burst with a sudden eminence of light. A magical shockwave struck the wolf, holding its weight in the air for a moment as Isla cried out, “Runic Burst!” There was no need, no power in her voice or words, but it was something she had always done as a child when reading the fictional adventurers of heroes or looking at their artwork. As such the first thing she had done upon acquiring Lwica was simple, name herself a special move. Regardless of the name however the act was forceful, a powerful torrent of force driving the wolf up over her head until it collided with the dome, smashing free into the night sky above before it plummeted back down, not stopping until it hit the ground with a terrible thud.

Isla stood still for a moment, the glow gone as she stood a metre or so away, only safe after diving before the wolf could truly crush her. She blinked, looking at the beast as it growled on the floor, not unconscious but in no rush to get back up either. She felt the strain and exhaustion in her arms as she let the sword rest on the ground. When she did speak it was after her eyes glanced up to the whole and then down to her hand, feeling now the cramp which always followed the blast. “Fuck”, she drove the sword into the earth for a moment, shaking her hand loose in an attempt to get it nimble again before she would retrieve her weapon and approach the beast. Stopping just short of them as she listened to the breathless whimpers of having the air knocked loose after it’s fall. She was going to say something, maybe a one liner or to simply stay down, but as she opened her lips she felt and saw it’s closest arm jolt out and swipe at her legs, knocking her feet out from under her and leaving her in the air for a moment before her body stuck the ground with a thud of its own. The sword lay beside her, both her and the wolf were face down in the dirt as they shared a momentary wheeze. “This would not be fun way to die, i like breathing.” She whispered to herself, gritting her teeth as she began to rise up in perfect time with the wolf who seemed ready for round two.



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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Wed Jan 12, 2022 11:41 am

Holding back her criticism, Bleuenn used the rare time that Isla’s heroic speech allowed her to focus on the guard. Removing the dirt or debris that may have gotten into the wounds, tiny ice like strings crawled along the open wound knitting the damaged flesh and bone together leaving patches of smooth ivory ice over where the open wounds once were.

Watching her handy work slowly turn from ice to flesh, Bleuenn’s head snapped to the sounds of howls. Unsure as to who each howl belonged to, however, whoever sounded more bestial quickly slid out of the half witch’s thoughts as the two charged forward. Extending the ice as much as possible forced the creature to duck, removing its ability to counter Isla’s earth shattering strike. Shifting the location of her spike, Bleuenn sucked her teeth as the beast was able to just barely avoid gaining a few more wounds. Even if her offense was hampered by the presence of her ally, the beast would not move as it pleased. Freezing the werewolf’s foot rooting it to the group stopped its plans to attack, giving Isla an opening to attack. However, instead of attacking her ally banged their sword on the ground as if to taunt the rooted creature. “What are you doing!? This is a battle not some sort of game”! The half witch’s complaint fell on deaf ears though it was more likely that she was being ignored.

Smashing away the ice the creature broke free, returning to its original goal of lunging at Isla, but not before flashing an angered glance with a snarl at the one who caused them so much trouble. As it was in mid flight towards Isla a strange arcane light radiated from the sword catching both the creature’s and Bleuenn’s attention. Watching closely as the creature braced itself against the inevitable, the half witch attempted to discern whatever magic was loosed from within the blade. However, more pressing issues quickly occupied the ice witch as the impressive amount of force behind the enchanted blade was able to not only crack, but penetrate her magic sending the man beast further into the air, but more importantly free from its containment. Unsure if the attack managed to daze the beast or not, Bleuenn quickly formed a chunk of ice above the werewolf slamming the beast back into its cage, sealing the creature yet again.

Impressive, but keep the creature in its cage. It's not going to fall for the same trick twice and I don’t plan on allowing others to become its not next victim”. Forming more spikes around the downed creature her attention shifted to Isla and how the attack, while powerful, seemed to bear a heavy cost. Though unfortunately even as she attempted to finish the beast off her body gave out leaving her vulnerable once the beast recovered. Not waiting nor giving the beast a chance to take another life, both Isla and her sword crashed against a wave of snow, firing them out an opening in a dome that quickly sealed. “Sorry, but it looks like you're done, you can hate me all you want for taking the glory, but I don’t plan on letting the creature gain a second wind”. Standing up and raising her hand spike formed throughout the dome and with a clench of her hand the dome closed in on itself finishing off the creature leaving only a spiked crimson sphere resting on a grouping of bloody spikes. With the task completely, Bleuenn returned her attention backed to the injured giving neither the beast or Isla any more of her attention as one was dead and the other was simply exhausted food and rest was all the woman needed.

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