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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Feb 25, 2024 23:14:38 GMT -5
Rena hums softly, the feathers around her beak ruffled in a soft smile as she walks through the forest, her shining silver eyes taking in the sights, drinking in every little detail and idly trilling to herself. The animals that don't run off immediately glance at her occasionally, not seeing anything more than her stature and feathers, not sensing the danger, the predatory hunger behind those silver eyes...it's rather funny that she's probably closer to the sort of undead her daughter so despises than the actual skeleton of the family. She's not an undead herself...not yet, at least, but the research she had to do to free Loci from his frozen egg indicates that she may need to sacrifice her own living nature to gain the strength necessary to resurrect all three of her frozen children at once...
Her husband chirps softly, gently bumping her with his shoulder, and she refocuses. Right. The reason they're here. Taking the fight to the Dial Fractum, the people who’d been so intent on purging the crow and her family for the simple crime of giving her son a second chance at life, for the simple crime of trying to put her family back together.
She glances around, silver eyes drinking in every little detail as the little family group treks through the forest. Tolling Bell walks beside her, his own amber orbs shining with a quiet determination. Distant Whistle strides along just behind her parents, ruby eyes flitting about and occasionally burning an angry scarlet as she remembers the hatred and bigotry that had been directed toward her brother. Buzzing locusts, the anxious, emerald-eyed skeleton of the family, is scouting ahead, using the link between himself and his mother to communicate his findings.
The little skeleton in question moves smoothly and near silently, the emerald rings of light in his shadowed sockets sharper and more focused than ever before as he stalks through the forest, following the trail left by what must have been months or years of repeated foot travel from dozens of people. His eye lights flicker occasionally, normally shadowed eye sockets briefly flooding with an acidic green light as he remembers the people who’d tried to kill him, his mother, his sister, and his bones rattle briefly as he recalls how the thing inside him had exulted in spilling those people’s warmth and light.
They’re getting closer. They’ve been circling in on the Dial Fractum for the last few weeks, following lead after lead, hunting down and interrogating member after member in search of their base near the family’s Burrow, and soon, soon they’ll be ready to flush the buggers out.
Rena shakes her head, refocusing again and glancing toward her adopted daughter, silver eyes soft and the feathers around her beak ruffling in an avian smile as she speaks, ”...y’know ye dinnae 'ave t'be with us for this, lort'yrlr 'no. I...I appreciate 'avin' ye 'ere, but ye dinnae 'ave t'do this with us if'n ye dinnae want to”
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 28, 2024 19:13:22 GMT -5
The hooded elf watches the skeletal chick with a strange sense of pride. The wasn't normally one for vengeance, but this time was different. This time, they targeted her family. She was checking over her equipment, slowly swinging her sword in a form of Tai Chi, and mindlessly listening to Rena's humming, when a strange feeling took over.
Looking up to her adoptive mother, she sees that hunger, the cold look in the avian's eyes giving even the celestial inside Elvira a chill. She loves Rena, but she might not ever get over that look. Seeing Tolling Bell give her the bump made her smile, though. The love between the two was something she craved for herself, but hadn't been lucky enough to find. She began to wonder about her future.
The wonder was interrupted by the grounding voice of the crow. Elvira smiled at the question, even laughing softly. "I'm alright, emmë. I've been itching for this ever since you told me about it. I told you, anything for the family. Nobody touches my nitya háno1 with a hateful hand, not even the gods themselves. Well... if they were alive, that is." A bit of somberness had taken over her voice, but she quickly snaps out of it with an idea. "Perhaps after this we can go get a family picnic together? We don't have to go far, maybe just by the house?"
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Feb 28, 2024 21:23:40 GMT -5
Rena blinks, then trills happily, sparing a moment to wrap her eldest daughter in a double-winged hug, softly nuzzling her beak against Elvira’s cheek, gently chirring as she gives her elven daughter a squeeze with her wings before reluctantly letting go, “...that sounds wonderful, lort’yrlr ‘no1,” and it is with some reluctance that she returns her focus to the hunt, to the descriptions coming through the link between her and her son, “...anyhoo, Loci seems to think we’re - taf’!2 He’s been spotted! We need to move!” and just like that, she’s gone, unsheathing the skates3 that somehow spend most of their time concealed within her footwraps to allow her to glide through the forest at blistering speeds, skating interspersed with moments where she just vanishes and reappears a few meters ahead or to the side.4
Bell lets out a similar curse, already letting his aura out as he restrains himself from bolting forward immediately, eyes burning a toxic orange, smoke trailing behind him and his aura a thin cloud of the stuff, describing a near perfect sphere. He stays by Elvira’s side, the smoke of his aura swirling around her, seeming to bolster her own innate magic.5
Whistle clicks her beak, feathered brows furrowing as she races through the treetops in an attempt to keep up with her mother. She…doesn’t do too badly, but that’s more for having a concrete trail to follow than anything else…
As for Loci…the little skeleton is in less trouble than one might assume, his mother’s dark power infusing his bones and reinforcing them beyond harm, so the group of Dial Fractum…’soldiers’ attempting to club him to death is more annoying than anything else. He puts up with it though, only really responding to their attempts at harm to block or dodge an incoming blow, content in the knowledge that short of a banishment spell, there’s quite literally nothing they can do to harm him…and even that wouldn’t take mom any longer than a few moments to sort out.
1 - Ravenstongue - small/little one/singular 2 - Ravenstongue - [expletive redacted] 3 - Ice Skates 4 - Blink 5 - Spirit Shroud
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Mar 7, 2024 19:49:43 GMT -5
Elvira savored the hug and was still thinking about it when the small Loci was caught by those who wished to do him harm. Seeing the amount of firepower currently dashing towards the Fractum, she smiled and buried her sword in the soft soil in front of her. Wrapping the both of her hands on the hilt of the blade, she closed her eyes and channels the celestial inside her. Her hair flows with power as the purple swirls on her skin glow brightly. As she opens her eyes, a near-blinding light emanates from her body and slowly separates into a celestial being of light. This being immediately fires a purity bolt at a member of the Fractum and, thanks to the shroud, it shatters their armor and takes the person down.
Elvira pulls out her new bow, a delicate golden bow of light with beautiful silver string. As she pulls the string, a bright light begins to form, similar to the celestial’s purity bolt. The power emanating from her purple markings seems to flow into the bow as she aims. The bolt itself burns with a beautiful golden light and as it is released, it breaks into five different bolts. Each bolt streaks across the area with a blistering speed and buries themselves into different Fractum members. Three of them simple have their armor shattered, but two unlucky members that wore lesser armor received the bolts straight through the chest.
By the time each lands, she had already begun to move, pulling the blade out of the ground as she does so.
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Mar 8, 2024 12:49:05 GMT -5
Rena lets out a low hiss, eyes burning white as a bayonet appears in each of her hands, black frost1 rapidly tracing intricate patterns along each blade before thickening into the familiar coatings2 of black ice even as she comes to a stop, deliberately imparting as much of her own velocity as she can into the throws, her blades driving into the necks of two more Fractum members, black frost spreading through their veins and along their spinal columns from the point of impact, leaving them both to die of shock and oxygen deprivation.
Whistle catches up soon after, hurling herself from the nearest branch to the surviving member and slashing her own bayonets across the backs of his ankles, eyes burning a hateful crimson as she cripples the man. A chirp from Loci, and she rolls her eyes before stepping around to slash the unfortunate man’s throat, careful to keep to the side so blood doesn’t taint her feathers.
Bell follows close behind Elvira, eyes still burning that toxic orange as his gaze sweeps the surrounding forest, scrutinizing the environment around them for anything suspicious or out of place.
Loci stands and stretches, dusting off his tunic and chirping brightly, ”we-well, the-that went ab-about as ex-expected. The-though o-one fellow d-did run off in…that direction,” the little skeleton points, ”the-think sh-she we-went off to g-get help o-or warn the-the base?”
His mother tilts her head, trilling thoughtfully before reaching to pull her son into a tight hug, the contact eliciting a happy trill from Loci as he presses into his mother's warmth. Rena reluctantly releases her skeletal son after a second, cracking her neck and taking a moment to check over each of the bodies. finding nothing of interest, she retrieves both of her thrown blades before cleaning them off. She turns then, bone white eyes glances to her elvish daughter as Elvira catches up, "...Loci says one got away before we made it here, went in that-" she points down the trail, "-direction. only thing more telling would be actually finding the base, I think"
1 - Permafrost 2 - Cold Touch - Sharpened
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