RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
03-18-2014, 09:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2014, 02:36 AM by Dais.)
((Everything's aces as the airship races yes indeed))
Nos wakes groggily, the METEORS, EXPLOSIONS, FIRE, AND MOTION SICKNESS finally bringing him to (because who really -could- sleep through all that?). He groans as he gets up, though his wounds have been well-tended to for a while now. He clutches his head and is still for a moment. The ship is not, of course, but he keeps his balance and relaxes his posture slightly.
"This ship seems familiar. Heheh, too familiar." The laugh comes out forced, and Nos is silent and reflects on that for a moment. Something's going on. I don't think I have a lot of time. Have to hurry. Where is everyone? The sounds of combat catch Nos's attention properly. He grabs his hammer and races above deck.
What's going on above deck?
Nos quickly climbs out onto the deck and takes in what's going on. Back in the town, monsters everywhere,
This is a waste of time. I should try to swiftly oust all these rats, but I can't help but feel like there's a more effective way. With a flourish, Nos begins weaving black strands out of the air. He carefully forms a swirling sphere out of them, which he caresses for a moment before releasing it into the air. It travels upwards lazily, and after getting quite a distance above the airship it starts to expand outwards more rapidly, creating a field of expanding darkness as it does so. A strange sound starts to emit from the ball as it does so, starting faint and growing into a harsh and high-pitched noise that demands attention.
Nos wakes groggily, the METEORS, EXPLOSIONS, FIRE, AND MOTION SICKNESS finally bringing him to (because who really -could- sleep through all that?). He groans as he gets up, though his wounds have been well-tended to for a while now. He clutches his head and is still for a moment. The ship is not, of course, but he keeps his balance and relaxes his posture slightly.
"This ship seems familiar. Heheh, too familiar." The laugh comes out forced, and Nos is silent and reflects on that for a moment. Something's going on. I don't think I have a lot of time. Have to hurry. Where is everyone? The sounds of combat catch Nos's attention properly. He grabs his hammer and races above deck.
What's going on above deck?
Nos quickly climbs out onto the deck and takes in what's going on. Back in the town, monsters everywhere,
This is a waste of time. I should try to swiftly oust all these rats, but I can't help but feel like there's a more effective way. With a flourish, Nos begins weaving black strands out of the air. He carefully forms a swirling sphere out of them, which he caresses for a moment before releasing it into the air. It travels upwards lazily, and after getting quite a distance above the airship it starts to expand outwards more rapidly, creating a field of expanding darkness as it does so. A strange sound starts to emit from the ball as it does so, starting faint and growing into a harsh and high-pitched noise that demands attention.