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Caster [Cú Chulainn]🔥Aef's rockstar tattoo artist ([personal profile] futhark) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-08-22 01:15 am

DARKNESS AND FROST log

DARKNESS AND FROST




A message is sent on the network on the 20th, informing the Mirrorbounds about the developments regarding a quest posted earlier in the month on the board.

Word comes from the Wilders’ headquarters in Dorchacht that there haven’t been that many sightings of the Nuckelavee for a long time. Most assumed that whatever the Mirrorbounds did must have driven the ghastly creatures away for good. Clearly, not a single person missed them. It is a nasty surprise to learn that not only did they not disappear completely, but now, angrier than ever, they pose a threat to Aefenglom as well.


THE NORTHERN OUTPOST ( 21st - 26th )



The Northern Outpost has seen steady development since its establishment, but nothing on a scale that could make it possible to survive an attack of demonic beasts. So it becomes a whirlwind of activity. There are ditches to dig, magical wards and barriers to set up, weapons and armour need inspection and some alchemical supplies are easier found in the surrounding forest rather than back in Aefenglom, but no one should go procuring them alone. But there are more mundane tasks too! With the sudden increase in population, the self-appointed kitchen staff of the Northern Outpost is barely managing to keep all the mouths fed and all the dishes washed (and pesky rodents kept away). All help will be enthusiastically welcomed no matter the level of culinary aptitude. There’s enough work for everyone.

Not far from the Outpost itself, a new structure rises from the ground quickly, incorporating a nearby shallow cave. That’s the Enclosure, the place where researchers who intend to study the Nuckelavee plan to lure one of the creatures. The construction has barely started, and there is much to do before it can hold its captive inside. Engineers, Arachne, Witches adept in Enchantment and Abjuration - all are welcome to lend their hands (as many as they can spare) in this scientific endeavor. It could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to further or even create a completely new field of study!

Mirrorbounds are encouraged to return and rest within the city, but should you decide to stay for the night, the moods are rather sour and tense. Still, people do try to enjoy the evening break, at least those who get it - night guards work in shifts. Someone makes a bonfire and encourages sharing stories as the night passes to lift morale. A chilling Nuckelavee scream might stop the relaxing and put everyone on edge. But it seems the creatures are refusing to come out just yet.


THE SLUMS 21st - 26th




Sprawling from the Other Side of the Bright Wall, the Outer City grows outward with no particular organisation or order, with buildings’ integrity decreasing the closer they are to the edge of the Wilde. While some of the inhabitants greet the aid provided with gratitude, there are many who treat it with distrust and their own fate at the mercy of yet another incomprehensible danger with blood-chilling apathy. Much work has been done by numerous Mirrorbound to help those living in the Slums but the memory of all those lost to the frost when the city shut its gates and left them to die casts a long shadow on all attempts to defend against this new threat.

Deprived of the comforts of magitech ubiquitous for the citizens of the city proper, the inhabitants of the Slums find their own creative ways to provide life’s necessities to each other. Carrying water has always been a task for younger ones in the families. A worrying number of those that go fetch water from a far away stream do not come home on time. They could have gotten distracted chasing a stray dog, roped in some mischief by other kids, or genuinely lost. With the new threat lurking in the darkness, people get increasingly nervous. What would look like harmless disobedience in quieter times now turns into an emergency. Investigate where the missing children have gone, find them and bring them home if you can.

Not all are happy for the help. There’s a certain figure frequently spoken about and often seen at the scenes of the especially vicious attacks: a man with unkempt hair and ragged clothing prophesying that those very horrors are no accident. That the beasts are a punishment for a terrible offence: accepting the foreign devils - those who came through the Mirrors - into the city. As time passes and the attacks continue, it starts to become obvious those who were in contact with the Mirrorbound are more likely to become targets of the hellish creatures, which lends credence to the madman’s words. Some denizens of the slums are just scared, but some become suspicious of the very presence of any Mirrorbounds in the area. Even those that come to help. Calm downthe fearful, convince the sceptics or find the sower of this panic and make him stop spreading his incendiary message.

Some people have locked themselves in their homes and refuse to go out. You could try to reason with them or simply bring supplies at the door. Or try to convince them to help with building a protective wall around the Slums, sturdy enough to stay. Some of the people who open their doors might show low-level signs of Cwyld infection. They wonder if you’re still willing to help them knowing that?


When the darkness of night emboldens the Nuckelavee to venture further into the Slums proper, a group of Mirrorbounds take to patrolling the streets. But they could use more help. Protect those unfortunate enough to walk the streets at that time, chase away or kill the creatures that dared to come closer, and fight to protect the poor souls they chose to hunt.


NIGHT OF THE HUNT (night between 26th-27th)



Are you prepared for the fight of your life? You better be!

A heavy blizzard rages on the night of the 26th, giving a strange glow to the camp in the darkness as the light is dithered among falling snowflakes. Visibility is low, but some believe that nature itself can be used to help the hunters and defenders. To those who wish to take on this responsibility, several enchanted wands are given, with quick instructions how to use them to direct the winds of the blizzard for a short time. They can be used either to protect the warriors or against the creatures. The wands have only a few charges and will break upon using them up.

Every Mirrorbound and Wilder either present from the start or joining the group through the portal connecting with Aefenglom will be given a quick rundown of the camp, where the protection wards lie, what powers the barriers, and where weapons can be found. There are two sets of barriers around the camp -- the outer one that has multiple holes for the creatures to pour into, and the inner barrier that has to be held at all cost, as it protects people within. The plan is to lure the Nuckelavee for a frontal attack, let them pass through the outer barrier, let the inner barrier stop them, and then— close the barrier behind them, effectively shutting them in a walled ring.

Then they can be exterminated safely. Stun them, kill them, use spells or pointy sticks or guns — and maybe just maybe you can capture one alive. Fortunately, they don’t seem to have any kind of natural resistance towards mundane or magical weapons. They are just tough to kill and incredibly vicious, but limiting their movement should do the trick.

The barriers and wards only last full-strength as long as they are powered so Witches not focused on fighting are encouraged to do a recharging run along the campsite. Anyone needing a breather from the fray or whose focus is better spent on support can also bring ammo, or more weapons to counter the broken (or stolen) ones. Dragging out wounded fighters into the safety of the camp and healing them is also an important task, as neither Mirrorbounds nor Wilders lack in people who would fight to their last breath.

That’s the plan. How does it go in reality, though?

The Nuckelavee attack starts with chilling shrieks all around the Outpost before they emerge from the darkness. Those who have not yet met any of them will have a chance to witness that their aggression and looks are as terrifying as the stories said. They resemble a horse fused with a rider, with sharp teeth and without skin, raw body exposed. The creatures are not infected but are vicious, hardy, and strong, and they hunger for human and Monster flesh alike. Some might pick up weapons thrown at them; others will circle and try to isolate their chosen targets. Should they be angered, while in a furious rage they gain both speed and strength, but they lose focus and lack strategic thinking. So enraging them can break the formation, but it also makes them far more dangerous up close. They are susceptible to both magical and physical attacks alike, and beheading (of either the flayed-open horse head or the screaming man's head) will put them down permanently.

Be mindful of your comrades! It’s easy to lose each other in the blizzard. Nuckelavee don’t bleed red (they don’t bleed much at all), so any red trails on the snow belong to an ally. Don’t let the beasts drag wounded away. Get them to the healers who wait within the camp enclosed with the inner barrier.

During the fight, several crystal devices that strengthen the outer barrier start malfunctioning. That means the outer barrier cannot be closed shut, meaning a change of plans is in order. Several brave volunteers are needed from among Wilders and Mirrorbounds to leave the safety of the inner barrier and take the battle directly to the creatures, while locating and exchanging the malfunctioning crystals. This is an incredibly dangerous job, and everyone willing to undertake it is encouraged not to do so alone. Once the trap is sprung and the outer barrier shut, it would also lock those volunteers out of the safety of the camp -- unless they’re willing to try a teleport spell or wait for someone inside to handle the teleporting for them. The help will come, but until it does, they are on their own and straggling Nuckelavee that did not fall into the trap might still pose a danger to them...

The fight drags for what feels like hours, and the air grows colder and colder. Meanwhile, some of the trapped Nuckelavee figure out that they might get into the camp if they find holes within the barrier -- and one makes its way inside. Through the heavy snow, it might not be obvious at first, but something is happening within the camp… The Nuckelavee that furiously breach the barrier wreak havoc behind the safe line, attacking anyone it sees until it’s killed or subdued.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, all of the creatures fall and the dead remain under the snow. Well… most of them. There were attempts to capture one of them alive, and while keeping them alive turns out to be even harder than just catching them (not only Nuckelavee perished that night… some might still want revenge for that, some want to end the threat once and for all), one of them remains. The battle has been won.


THE AFTERMATH (27th and later)



As day breaks over the horizon, the true damage can be seen. One Nuckelavee is thrashing, captured in the closed enclave. It howls and shrieks and won’t be reasoned with. It hates everything and everyone, and seems to be incapable of speech. Wilders have decided they will keep it alive for a week, and not a day longer (that is till 3rd September OOCly). Nuckelavee have proven to be cunning creatures, and the risk of it escaping is just too great.

Aside from that issue, there is still clean-up to be done, and mourning for those who have fallen in battle. The Wilders agree to give the Nuckelavee corpses to those interested in acquiring them for study/experimentation, but otherwise they plan on burning everything that’s left.

The following two evenings, there’s a victory celebration at The Sordid Shield. Everyone still able to stand is welcome, -- and drinks are free! Unfortunately, not everyone is happily drinking; there are those who lost comrades and are mourning the fallen. Others came out alive but require medical attention that on-field healers cannot give. The general mood could be described as grimly triumphant. The unexpected threat has been taken care of, but not without a cost.



OOC NOTES


For those interested in studying the remains or the live Nuckelavee please refer to this space for questions/plans. The results of the research will be distributed at the beginning of September.

For plotting among yourselves, please use this post. General questions about this log can be directed here.
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leslie | the monster duchess and contract princess | ota

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-26 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unless otherwise stated, Leslie will be accompanied by an escort when in the slums. If the responding character is not the escort, then it may be assumed that there is someone skulking around in the background keeping an eye on Leslie — she knows enough taciturn sorts that the background escort might not join the conversation. ]

i. distrust (the slums)

Um, excuse me. Did you see a child — ah.

[ The words are directed at one of the residents of the Outer City, who’d been taking laundry down from a clothes line. They glanced down to see the obviously-not-from-here Leslie — by quality of clothes, definitely not from the Outer City, and by white hair on one so young, likely not from this world — and stiffened. A Mirrorbound. Without a response, they picked up the laundry they’d already gathered and hurried into a nearby residence, shutting the door loudly behind them.

Leslie visibly wilts at this obviously fearful reaction, looking disheartened. This is especially due to the dead end in her search for one of the missing children, but it also reminds her of a part of her life she hates to remember.

Seeing another Mirrorbound, she looks up at them. ]


Do they really hate us this much?

ii. keep out (the slums)

[ The idea of a protective wall around the Outer City is one that has occupied Leslie’s mind for much of her time in Aefenglom, due to the dangers of the shades and Cwyld even when there are no Nuckelavee haunting the outskirts, so when she hears of people considering it, she is on that immediately.

She may be found at the outskirts of the Outer City with a measuring stick almost as tall as she is, occasionally turning it over to measure some distance before comparing with a somewhat crude map, marking the locations of running water in creeks and the like.

Her research has suggested that a wall around the full Outer City would be ruinously expensive, but the Nuckelavee’s inability to cross running water has lead her to investigate whether there is enough of it to allow for more limited walls to bridge gaps between water only at some reasonable price/work.

Folding up the map and replacing it with a little notebook for a moment, she scribbles down the most recent distance that she’s estimate and turns to the nearby Mirrorbound. ]


How high do you think the Nuckelavee can jump? They’re...sort of like a horse, right?

iii. oops all bad plans (the non-escort slums prompt, august 25)

[ The evening before the hunt, Leslie suddenly realizes she can’t feel her Bond with Hector anymore. In this case, it’s because they have been sustaining a relatively long-term Bond with repeated uses of the temporary bond potions and, in the hectic days of preparing for the Nuckelavee, they did not keep up with it enough. It might have kept going, but they’ve also spent a lot of time separated by great distances with Hector in the Wilde, so it ended up expiring early.

Leslie, though, is pretty inexperienced with Bonds and she knows that Hector went to help with preparations for the Nuckelavee hunt, so she doesn’t know if it’s a case of it expiring normally or if something bad happened to Hector. And, unfortunately, she isn’t with anyone she knows when she realizes it, so she doesn’t have someone to ask advice.

“Maybe it will be easier to feel what is happening with Hector if the Bright Wall isn’t between us.”

And so, for perhaps the first time in Aefenglom, Leslie breaks a promise: to not go outside the wall on her own. It’ll be fine. She just has to go out to check and nothing bad has happened to her in the Outer City yet. If Hector is actually in trouble, time is of the essence.

This is how a...13-ish year old? who looks about 10 ends up wandering through the slums alone, moving closer and closer to the outskirts as she reaches out through the no longer connected Bond to get a sense for where Hector is.

Thanks for teaching her about self-defence, Corrin and Byleth, because this allows her to react when a Nuckelavee charges out from behind one of the ruined, unoccupied buildings at the edges of the Outer City. It does not, however, allow her to react well. She throws up a magic shield from her Abjuration studies, but she doesn’t anchor it to anything, so the shield itself is propelled by the sword strike straight into Leslie. The barrier’s wider surface area compared to the sword does soften the blow somewhat by spreading out the force, but there’s still enough to send her light body flying back into a different ruin, smashing through the rotted wood and leaving her winded and confused in a small pile of rubble.

The Nuckelaveee is not concerned about playing fair, though, so it trots toward her with sword raised to give a second blow before Leslie can recover to make another barrier.

Help? ]


iv. sympathy for the devil (the aftermath)

[ During the week of the Nuckelavee’s captivity, Leslie can occasionally be found hanging around not far from the teleporter to the Northern Outpost, looking a little down. When she sees one of the Mirrorbound walking in the direction of the teleporter, looking like they’re planning to go through it, she pipes up. ]

Excuse me! If you’re not in a hurry...do you mind if I ask you something about the... [ what the heck were those things called ] ...the creatures that got captured?

v. wildcard

[ because you’re worth it ]
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v. wildcard; let me know if this is ok!

[personal profile] gynvael 2020-08-28 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Stepping into the slums feels not unlike stepping into most rundown villages or towns. More than that, he feels especial familiarity with the way the townsfolk skirt around him, eyeing him with suspicion or outright distaste. The first time he came here, it was the same. Looks like the impending danger hasn't warmed the residents up.

He's not surprised. It's obvious they've been isolated -- forgotten, almost, while Parliament continued to give resources to the Mirrorbound. Strangers from another world.

In the same way that Leslie stands out to the residents, she stands out to Geralt, too: a small-framed child with silver-white hair. He recognizes her immediately from behind. What's she doing here? Her wandering through a city carnival alone was one thing, but the Outer City is far past the wall. It's not just the Nuckelavee. The locals don't seem any friendlier towards a young girl.

He makes his way up to her from behind, the distinct roughness of his voice perhaps recognizable to her. ]
Leslie. You're far from home.
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looks good to me!

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-29 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's almost like home for the witcher huh

Leslie does recognize the rough voice, which makes her drop what little guardedness she has as she turns toward him. Though she's relatively relaxed even here since she almost always has someone keeping an eye on her when she's in the Outer City, she's been a little more careful in the Outer City with the anti-Mirrorbound sentiment growing, but this is someone she knows and a fellow Mirrorbound. She flashes a smile. ]


Hello, Mr. Geralt! [ But after that cheerful greeting, her expression becomes mildly puzzled. ] Is it? It may be outside the wall, but it's still a part of the city.
gynvael: (hy: 001)

[personal profile] gynvael 2020-08-29 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know if the folks here would agree.

[ Another door closes in haste as they walk by, but Geralt seems to not give it much attention.

He's technically here looking for work, because a crisis tends to bring people out with a need for help and the desire to pay for it. And because he has little interest in joining the mass efforts and ongoing debates about what's happening and what's to be done. Too many opinions. Too many egos. He'd rather see what the local townsfolk are looking for. They haven't kicked him out yet, at any rate.

But now that he's spotted Leslie, he's not sure he's willing to leave her wandering the streets alone. Maybe he'll -- you know. Look, he'll stay until she finds someone else better suited to take her off his hands. ]


What's brought you out here?
foundfamilies: (I have the urge to hear a person speak)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Leslie frowns when he references the the residents’ feelings toward the Mirrorbound. She’s experienced being hated for no good reason in her own world, but those people deserved any bad things that might come their way, as far as she’s concerned. Being hated or feared by people she wants to help is new to her and it’s not a comfortable feeling.

The question is one that surprises her a little, though. She’d immediately (correctly) assumed that Geralt was here to help deal with the attacks from the creatures. Shouldn’t it be obvious why she’s there, too? Maybe he means what she’s specifically doing to try to help....

(Leslie may one day properly internalize that only one person she’s met here so far has been willing to accept her claim that she isn’t a child anymore.) ]


I heard someone talking about building a wall, so I’ve been asking about missing people and where the creatures have been seen. If it’s all happening in one place, then maybe they can find a space between water that’s short enough, since it’s said the creatures can’t swim...but I don’t think I’m going to get enough information for that.

[ She looks down at a notebook in her hand where she’s taken down notes about the things people told her. There’s a few entries on it about missing people, but there’s only one where someone told her where the creatures were seen.

Some people are desperate enough from worrying about those who have gone missing to talk to anyone, even a Mirrorbound child. Almost no one is going to take the time for a much less directly helpful question. ]


At least I can look for the missing children. [ She’s probably about the same size as the missing children. ]
Edited 2020-08-29 21:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gynvael 2020-08-30 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's come out here by herself to help? Does her Lady know what her ward is up to? He pauses, studying her. She's already been kidnapped to a strange fucking world, so warnings of danger seem like a moot point. He forgoes any lectures in favor of simply trailing her.

Guess he's looking for some children, then. Besides, she might be good to have around. Geralt is well aware he's not the first person children turn to when they're frightened and looking for help. Another child, on the other hand, might draw them out if they're hiding. ]


Tell me what you know about the children. [ He falls into step beside her. ] I'll look with you.
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-31 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Leslie’s Lady knows that she goes into the Outer City from time to time, though sometimes in hindsight due to Edelgard’s vampire nocturnal schedule. Going outside the Bright Wall alone, however, is something that Leslie is not supposed to do.

She’d been about to give up on finding someone already out in the slums and return inside to find someone to ask for help when Geralt had arrived. But now that he has volunteered to help her, she considers that problem solved. ]


Thank you.

[ She smiles briefly, grateful for the offer. In other circumstances, she might have asked him if he was sure he wasn’t too busy, but in the case of looking for missing children...her expression turns more serious. ]

I’ve heard about four children who are missing. — No, five, but I was told that Warren returned on his own since I was first told about him. And that it was useless to rely on me if I couldn’t even know that much, so...some of the rest might have come back already, too.

[ From the way she takes a deep breath and lets it out as she reaches into the bag at her side, it seems that she only mostly successful in not letting that comment weigh on her.

After a moment, she pulls out a piece of paper from her bag that unfolds into a small, crude map of the east side of Aefenglom, clearly copied by someone who is not a cartographer and left out a lot of details. The city proper inside the walls is completely blank and the outside of the walls only has natural landmarks and the occasional road marked in. The Bright Wall is the only thing that seems to be fully filled out, with large scribbles dotted across it. Leslie is quite good at straight lines, but attempting to draw anything freehand is beyond her, so her attempts to draw gates and towers have resulted in these scribbles that are at least in the right spots. ]


Three of them were sent to fetch water before they disappeared. [ She points to a place where a creek was circled. ] Grace’s and Edward’s families usually take water from here. Grace is seven years old with short blond hair, and Edward is nine with shoulder-length brown hair. I don’t think they were sent at the same time, but it might have only been an hour or two apart.

[ She then points to a spot where two streams, not very far from each other on the map, are circled. There are a couple of lighter lines extending from the nearest few wall-scribbles nearby, suggesting that she was trying to get her bearings on the map by looking at the nearest wall landmarks from where she was standing. Given the two streams being circled, it seems that this is something she doesn’t quite know how to do. ]

A ten-year-old named Livia was sent somewhere around here. [ Depending on the chronological order of threads, the name might sound familiar to Geralt if he’s gone looking for children with Merrin yet. ] She’s short with brown curly hair.

And then there’s Oscar. It was a little difficult to understand exactly what happened through the arguments the people I talked to were having, but I think he slipped out when his parents were busy, so I don’t know what he was going to do. He lives around here. [ She taps an X on a blank part of the map, with similar lines from the nearby gates and towers used to place it in around the right spot. ] He’s about eight and I think the mother said he takes after his father, who has a kind of darker blond hair.

[ Or maybe she meant in terms of personality and it has nothing to do with what he looks like. Leslie did her best to sift through the conversation with a couple who were very concerned about their child but also concerned about blaming the other for negligence. ]

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iii.

[personal profile] killuwatt 2020-08-29 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Killua has been hearing a bunch of hubbub about these weird horselike creatures apparently prowling the area, and of course -- despite deciding he won't go out looking for them since Gon is still largely bedridden and needs him (plus, Gon would be mad if he went out fighting cool creatures on purpose on his own, wouldn't he?) -- he can't help his curiosity completely.

He heard that the outskirts of the city needed help defending the perimeter, and it feels wrong knowing he can be of use and ignoring the call for aid. Gon spends a lot of time in that area, after all, so really, Killua feels even more like he should be there to help a bit since Gon can't be. It's just frustrating that the timing is so bad.

As it turns out, there aren't so many of the creatures that the place is overrun. Most of the help requested is to build barriers and strengthen spellwork.

This is actually the first time Killua's seen a Nuckelavee with his own two eyes. And heard the scream it makes in person. The sound muffles any noise the girl makes, and the thud as she's slammed back -- but Killua happens to have followed the creature's shrieking just in time.

He darts beneath the blade just as it arcs downward once more, effortlessly scooping the little girl up and dashing with her out of harm's way. ]
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Re: iii.

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-29 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Leslie and the people who know her are very glad for Killua’s curiosity.

Or at least they will be, since not even Leslie is immediately sure what just happened here. Her attention had (obviously) been a little too focused on the Nuckelavee and trying to pull herself together to defend herself. As the sword descended, she only managed a half-constructed burst of magic that splashes ineffectually over the creature. Her eyes squeeze shut, an arm raised, as suddenly she is moved out of the way.

Her eyes open to see an unfamiliar boy carrying her. If this were a shoujo manga, this is where there’d be the suspension bridge effect and soft filters, but Leslie knows this heart pounding is 100% the near-death experience. Shoujo bubbles will have to pick a pair where the boy is less gay and the girl is a little older.

She’s still initially tongue-tied anyway, though, as she’s divided between confusion (“who...?”), gratitude (“thank you for saving me”), and concern (“are you okay?”). The last one is what mostly wins out in the end after a few moments of her lips moving soundlessly. ]


...Be careful! It’s still coming. I —

[ She stops, unsure what she actually should do in baby’s first battle. At this point, she doesn’t know if Killua can defend himself, so she feels like she should try to protect him somehow, but there’s a big difference between learning magic and weaponry, and using it in a tight spot.

Meanwhile, the Nuckelavee’s blade has been pulled out of the smashed crater where Leslie had been seconds ago and gets its four legs in order to chase. Humans already have a faster initial acceleration than a horse even without being shounen, so Killua still has time to plan a next move, but the Nuckelavee is definitely not going to want its prey to escape so easily. ]
killuwatt: (the kids are all wrong)

[personal profile] killuwatt 2020-08-30 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once they've put a bit of distance between themselves and the creature, Killua sets her down near the next run-down, dilapidated building they come across. It doesn't matter what it looks (or smells...) like. Killua just needs her to stay out of sight so he can deal with the problem at hand. ]

Hide. I'll take care of it. Don't come out until I say so, got it?

[ The horsecorpse is gaining fast; Killua doesn't wait long for an answer. ]
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I --

[ Leslie wants to say that she can help. She doesn't want this boy who -- well, by appearance, he looks several years older than her, but since she knows her age despite how short she is, she is pretty sure he's only two or three years her senior. She doesn't want him to have to fight this abomination on his own, especially since she isn't even sure if he's armed.

But she also knows that she might not be able to help, no matter how much she might want to. She's being trained by the leader of an army and an exceptional military academy teacher, but she spent most of her life tired and malnourished, with less than a year of proper care. She has been making progress in learning this world's magic, but much of her time has been focused on longterm magic like wards and enchantments. And if he has to worry about her getting in the way....

She nods. ]


Please don't get hurt.

[ Despite the relatively fancy and high-quality clothes she wears, there is no hesitation in ducking into the run-down and stinky hiding spot. Her old room had been in better shape, but not by much.

She is going to take advantage of gaps in the boards to watch him, though. If everything goes well, she will obey his request to stay hidden, but if he isn't able to take care of it as easily as he says, she is not going to let someone die for her if she can do anything about it. ]
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[personal profile] killuwatt 2020-09-01 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looking over his shoulder as he turns back to face the beast, Killua flashes her a brief smirk. ]

I'll be fine.

[ He promises, though it's difficult to tell if it's overconfident posturing because he has an audience now or not. Maybe the real answer is somewhere in between.

With a faint, unpleasant cracking noise of bones and tendons shifting around, Killua's hands... change, the nails growing long and impossibly sharp. It's not magic or Monster powers; it's an old family trick. And while he's still learning how to be a Witch and doesn't trust his grasp on the spellwork or his ability to do it quickly enough right now, this he knows as naturally as breathing.

And it shows. As the beast approaches with sword held high, Killua crouches low, giving himself extra momentum when he springs forward. Once more, he slides right underneath the arc of the blade with centimetres to spare, ducking low to get at its underside. His claws rake across the creature's equine chest and across one powerful upper leg, reaching into the exposed muscle and tearing out sinew all in one almost too fast to follow, unsettlingly fluid motion.

It's gross. ]
foundfamilies: (sorry sorry)

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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-02 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie intends to watch the whole thing, to find out if his statement is true confidence or bravado. Nothing she sees here is something she disapproves of. Defending yourself against something trying to kill you is right in her eyes and she’s seen plenty of dangerous transformations from her monster friends.

But approving of something and being able to watch it are two separate things. In this case, it’s the latter that wins the day. Hands clasped over her mouth are all that saves her from throwing up on the spot all over herself. And even that only spares her long enough to find a spot in her hiding place where a crack in the floor opens up to the soil. She vaguely thinks she is glad that the houses here are abandoned for more than just hoping the creatures don’t make it farther in as she does her best to retch as quietly as possible.

She does think it’s cool and she’s glad he’s so strong, but also G R O S S.

It doesn’t mean Leslie is unaware of the fight as she abandons watching directly as she tries to settle her stomach. In the dim light, her familiar is quite difficult to see by sight alone — a sentient mass of shadows that followed her from home, where she’d had power over them — but can be sensed from the way the familiar bond has filled them with the magic of this world.

Even if she can’t get complete information on exactly what is happening right now, the emotional connection of the familiar bond will at least help her to know when things go well and when things go poorly. At least long enough for her to settle her stomach and maybe try to watch the bloody conflict again, should he still be fighting by the time that happens.]

poor nuckelavee.....

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iii how could I not

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Iron appears from nowhere.]

[An iron spike, six inches around and nine feet tall suddenly lances out of the ground between the Nuckelavee and Leslie, piercing the abomination's shoulder. An unearthly shriek rips from its throat (throats?) in answer as it tears itself from the spike.]


I missed.

[Hubert didn't even bother wondering if the beast could comprehend language, as long as the sound drew its attention. And if not that, then the line of runes inscribed in a ring around his bicep, still raw under its bandaged concealed by his sleeve, would surely do the job. There was something about that ink that they hated.]

[And sure enough, the Nuckelavee wheels about, stamping angrily, but in response to his attack or the new tattoo, he had no clue. This is the only reprieve he'll have, if the things were as vicious as the rumors said; Hubert quickly begins darting his hands in the form of a sigil from where he was yards down the street as the abomination angrily shrieks and starts to charge.]
foundfamilies: (then I can never know)

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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leslie was already confused enough before iron just appeared out of nowhere, and the shrieking causes her eyes to go wide with fright, her body shuddering.]

[It's only when the Nuckelavee turns from her that she's able to process the words Hubert spoke and her head whirls in the direction of the charging abomination. There he is. It really is Hubert. He's here to save her.]

[Edelgard rarely talks about the war when telling her stories about FĂłdlan (or really much outside of the year at the Officers Academy), but she does know that Hubert survived a war and fought alongside the other Black Eagles. Despite this, her main association with him are magical theory and subterfuge -- neither of which are something she associates with doing well against a cavalry charge of one.]

[Sure, she just saw him wound the creature. She's not in a position to think clearly. She's been in life-threatening situations more than once, but this is her first experience with direct combat or of someone else being in the danger as well. She's not able to think clearly right now.]

[What she can think of right now is that she has to stop the Nuckelavee from attacking Hubert before he can cast whatever spell he is preparing. Without taking the time to disentangle herself from the rubble, she holds out her hand and -- freezes.]

[There's not much time. If she tries to shield him directly without taking the time to anchor it, as she did for herself, then he will end up being the next one to go flying. If she takes the time to anchor it, then she will be too late. If she tries to use what little she knows of evocation instead of her more familiar abjuration and enchantment, it might fail completely.]

[Her thoughts go around in circles for what feels like far too long but is really only seconds before she tenses up and throws up a small barrier. A short, thin translucent barrier forms not far in front of the Nuckelavee's current position -- rather than to shield, it's intended to try to trip up the charge.]

[...The Nuckelavee hops over it, not slowing in the slightest. A frightened Leslie, watching her attempt fail entirely, screams.]

Watch out!
bloodypath: (I did what has to be done.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hubert owed everything in this moment to the officer's academy and the war; he'd been able to kill prior to that, but only when advantaged and never in open combat. War taught him to focus past the screams, past the primal and instinctive fear the unearthly beast inspired, past the anxiety of his rapidly dwindling window.]

[He held steady; a sloppy spell would be just as useless as no spell. The Nuckelavee was close enough to swing when Hubert broke the wax on a small vial, the sigil flashing bright red; the sword bit into the flesh of a bear instead, if bears were made of mist and shadow, and had hooked claws and patches of chitin plating.]

[The conjuration didn't even flinch, its massive arms wrapping around the horse-body as it tried to pass. Wickedly hooked claws tore along the sides until the Nuckelavee jerked to stop by the shadow-bear's grip and weight.]

[Hubert, in turn, wasted no time in ducking out of the way, well aware he stood no chance against this thing in close quarters. With his focus on the Nuckelavee he nearly tripped over Leslie's low barrier, his steps staggering, but Hubert retains his footing as he rushed towards Leslie.]


Can you move? [There's a hint of urgency to his voice, but not much else was different from his usual calm tone.]
foundfamilies: (if my life is really going to end)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[This entire situation is terrifying, but there is some awe over the beauty (in Leslie's shadow-biased mind) in the conjured bear. She jolts when Hubert staggers over her barrier, startled out of staring at the battle, so she is able to process his words immediately this time.]

[The expression on her face is much like ones Hubert has seen before during their lessons on fear management. It's close to the kind of expression that she usually wears shortly before she asks to stop whatever exercise has started to bring her to a panic attack.]

[But, despite this, she responds after only half a second of hesitation.]

Y-yes. Thank you.

[(is this really the time for manners, Leslie) She has to push some of the rubble around her away and, when she stands, she winces slightly. It seems that she hurt her ankle upon colliding with the building, though not badly enough to stop her from staying on her feet.]

[When she takes a step back, though, it becomes clear that the hem of her dress was snagged on something -- a nail, maybe, or possibly just pressed between two boards? The good quality of the clothes that Edelgard had provided her means that it barely tears when she tries to tug it free, leaving her to fumble for her knife to help get it loose.]

[It does mean that getting her out of this is going to take longer than if she just had to stand up. Hope the conjuration is doing well in holding the abomination in place!]
bloodypath: (What a nuisance that man is.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Longer than Hubert would have liked. A glance back tells him that the bear is holding, but doing poorly; for all its power, the Nuckelavee thrashes in its grasp, the horse-half kicking and biting incessantly, while the humanoid half hacked with its sword and punched at the bear's eyes. Hubert's constructs might not feel pain, but they were quite killable. The bear fought valiantly back, trying to keep the Nuckelavee in its grasp and reach for the head when it could.]

[The Nuckelavee were infamously tenacious; Hubert doubted they'd leave unscathed if they held their ground. While Leslie struggled with her clothing, Hubert crouched, quickly drawing a circle with one hand, the other digging out another wax-sealed vial. This sigil was far more complicated, and even though Hubert had finally memorized its intricacies, would take him another moment.]


Quickly. Start running.

[The bear was folding already, bleeding ribbons of shadow and mist. Hubert clicked his tongue in annoyance. Too soon, after as much magic he'd poured into that...]
foundfamilies: (the pain is filling up my lungs)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nearly does run. She takes a couple of steps away before she hears that tongue click and looks over her shoulder. She can't know what is happening with one glance, not being battle-hardened. She can only guess.]

[She may not have studied sigils to nearly the extent of Hubert, but she knows some of the theory. She can recognize the complexity and, with Hubert's annoyance, she thinks that he might not be sure if he'll finish the spell in time.]

[Perhaps he's only annoyed that he will have to waste the spell. Perhaps he's only annoyed his bear did not perform as well as he hoped.]

[Perhaps he doesn't know if he will survive.]

[A small hand grips his cape hard enough to cause her arm to tremble, trying to draw some comfort from Hubert's presence. From her voice, it sounds like she might be crying, but she mumbles through a spell incantation.]

[The combination of this world's lax rules around incanataion and her magic being wordless in her previous world means that, as always, Leslie's incanation is much less dramatic and much more a list of precise instructions for what she wants her magic to do. A barrier on all four sides and dug into the ground around them. She ends it on what is less a part of the spell and more a desperate plea.]

Higher. Higher. Higher!

[This one isn't a barrier meant to trip. This is a solid translucent wall of magic, rooting itself in the ground and towering nearly as tall as their two-storey house in the Haven.]

[It's not perfect. If the Nuckelavee charges it, the first time, the barrier will groan. The second, it will crack. The third, it will shatter. Leslie herself will flinch each time, each time moving a little closer to Hubert, though she will restrain herself to only touching him where she holds his cape.]

[She hopes it will buy enough time for Hubert to do...whatever it is that he's planning. She doesn't know what she will do if it's not.]

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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2020-09-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The beasts had been coming closer and closer to the Wall as the nights drew on, emboldened by the dark or growing numbers of their kind, whichever. Time was running short to finish preparing.

Kaede wasn't here for that, though. She was here to hunt, to practice before the battle—and as the evening encouraged the beasts, so too did it ease the Chimera's movements. She'd found one, flitting after it from one growing pool of shadow to the next. It took no notice of her presence, its attention drawn elsewhere.

The Nuckelavee broke into a charge suddenly, raising its humanoid arm to strike at something, something that flashed bright with a shield that left the ozone afterburn of magic hanging in the air. Something that flickered with familiar silver hair that made Kaede's stomach drop. It—she—hurtled through a wall so decayed (Kaede hoped) it crumbled under a child's weight.

But this time, when the Nuckelavee advanced, the shadow behind it was faster.

Spindly arms reached from the dark, spiderlong fingers hooked into claws. Two, four—more than that, seizing the flayed horse by the back legs. Only two seemed to gain real purchase, the claws becoming solid and real as they dug deep into the hocks and tendons of the creature's flanks. It shrieked, that godawful scream that made the still-incorporeal feathers on Kaede's neck stand on end, and kicked out—but its hooves found nothing to strike. Some of the illusory arms vanished into so much smoke and mist, but more replaced them.

The Nuckelavee whirled away from where Leslie had been knocked down, furiously lashing out with its hooves and gnashing the sharp teeth of its horse head to find what was attacking it. As it turned and turned, a part of the shadows the limbs emerged from came unchained from the inanimate scenery, circling around to put itself between the little Witch and the monster.
]
foundfamilies: (sorry sorry)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-04 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie is a remarkably brave child and one who manages to stay level-headed even when her life is under threat. But the battles she had to fight to survive were more metaphorical, not ones against strange abominations in open combat.

So when unnatural arms tear into the Nuckelavee, she freezes up for a moment, unable to process what is happening. It seems to her that the Wildes from which the Nuckelavee came are full of mysteries unknown even to those with far, far more experience than she has in the place. At the moment, the arms are preying on the creature that attacked her, but who is to say if it comes from a rescuer or from an uncaring predator that would as soon follow up to attack her?

Leslie doesn’t initially recognize Kaede in the dark. Leslie’s experiences, though, have come to strongly associate unnatural movements of shadow as a sign of friend, and it’s an association not shaken enough by the Cwyld for her to stop her from thinking it when that shadow moves between her and the abomination. It also shakes her out of her complete indecision.]


Thank you.

[First things first is to unearth herself from the remains of this house. The decayed state of the wall is doubly lucky for her — first when it ever so slightly cushioned her fall compared to being flung into a solid wall, and now when it makes the parts that fell on and around her much lighter. It’s just a matter of pushing things aside.

She’s actually more worried about her currently unrecognized saviour, though, because that’s how she rolls. Worry about others first and if there’s enough worry left, then worry about yourself. A model of mental health.]


Please be careful! It’s very fast and — [Her statement is cut off with a hiss of breath as Leslie stands up on her bruised ankle. Not broken or even sprained, so she can still walk, but painful nonetheless.] I can help! I think.

[She does have magic, but very little in the way of live-fire testing, as it were.]
long_live_the_queen: (why is her hair orange though)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2020-09-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It was more difficult than she thought to mangle the creature's legs; the powerful tendons were as tough as steel cables, and the Nuckelavee itself bucked and thrashed and made an irritating target.

But Kaede didn't need to kill it, just yet. She heard something small stir where Leslie fell, a thin but present voice. And a pained sound, one that got a bristling response from Kaede immediately. The shadows pooled together into a more coherent shape, with white antlers spreading from its head and hackles raised like so many prickling feathers.
]

I know what they can do. I've killed them before. [Kaede's voice echoed from the shadow-thing, though its jaws didn't move.

The gangly forearms of the shadow-thing sprang free as the Nuckelavee whirled again, threatening to bowl Kaede away from Leslie. That wouldn't do. The murky shape of Chimera dropped to all four feet instead, and let out a roaring, baying call that echoed too much to be a tiger's and crackled too much to be a hound's. But it got the desired attention--from the Nuckelavee now focusing on her instead of Leslie, and from the low whooping calls that answered further away. It'd take a bit of time for the hyenas to get here, but Kaede was already a bristling obstacle.

Some of the mobile shadows curled closer to Leslie, brushing her side like a passing bird, or a flicking feathered tail--the gentleness all out of sorts with her cold, echoing voice.
]

Cripple the legs. Make it crawl.
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[Leslie’s sense of aesthetics is a little odd, because the form that Kaede takes strikes her as beautiful. She also knows from long experience that beautiful things can be the most dangerous, but this one seems to be protecting her. When she hears Kaede’s voice, even any little doubts she had disappear.]

Miss Kaede?

[Leslie’s heartbeat begins to return to normal. Kaede seems to have this situation under control, if she has killed them before. Leslie even smiles a little as the shadows brush against her gently, reaching out her hand to run a hand along them with the same light touch —]
foundfamilies: (that would be alright to say)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[.........what was that about the legs?]

I don’t — [She doesn’t know if she can manage that. She did say that she could help with magic, but almost all of the magic she’s learned so far is defensive and supportive kinds.

But Kaede knows better than her what is needed in this kind of circumstance. Leslie hasn’t killed any of these before. Kaede has. And even though Leslie had become confident in Kaede’s ability to win this, she knows better than to assume it’s a done deal. Kaede could easily be hurt. So if this is what Kaede has asked of her, she has to do it somehow.
]

I’ll do my best!

[She crouches to the ground and, mumbling, places a hand to the ground. After a moment, a thin frost spreads from her hand, crawling over rubble toward the Nuckelavee. She swallows heavily: this is a level of evocation she hasn’t practiced much. Then the frost begins to climb up the Nuckelavee’s legs.

As frost, it’s barely even noticeable. But as the Nuckelavee’s movements crack it, another layer replaces it — this one thicker, and the next one even thicker, and on until it can’t really be called frost anymore, but ice.

Each time, the creature is able to break its legs free, but the moment the next leg makes contact with the ground, a layer of ice that takes a little longer to break replaces it. It’s not enough to cripple the legs, but it certainly is something to keep them occupied and slow their movement.

...The ground below the undead horse is going to be covered in a cold powering of uneven ice cubes, which will probably not be pleasant if Kaede steps on it, but it’s the cold rather than anything sharp.
]
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2020-09-10 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[The ice wasn't crippling the undead horse, but distracting it was good enough. Slowing it down, even better. The Nuckelavee was paying more attention to the infuriating frost than the shadows, its equine half thrashing itself into a whale-eyed frenzy.

While the nightmare creature was so distracted, Kaede didn't snarl again to regain its attention. That sword had to go, first. The shadow-thing skulked closer, and closer--and after a particularly wild swing from the Nuckelavee, coiled her legs and sprung explosively over the field of broken ice, latching jaws and claws around the creature's arm. Momentum carried her through, swinging her legs and tail under the flailing arm until they came to rest braced against the creature's humanoid back. The shadow-Chimera's claws dug deep, shredding and tearing down the undead forearm until the ligaments holding its hand closed around the hilt weakened. With a shake of her head like a dog worrying a rat, she forced it to drop the blade.

Now the Nuckelavee just had its natural strength to weaponize--still formidable, with a horse and human behind its spite. But now Kaede didn't have to worry about getting skewered.
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