Crashing a wedding? (Mercurial Storm/closed)

Nemuru pursued the request board available to mages of her ability. She wore a blue dress slit to mid-thigh for easy movement, cursing inwardly at the high wind. Her newfound strength increasing gave them a greater variety of options. Furthermore it increased the rewards. Our team needs this more than anything, she thought. I don't want to be alone again.

"This is perfect!" She exclaimed to no one in particular. This scared the normal people waking through the square where the public mage board had been posted. "Aieeee..." She held her dress down and on to the scroll tight as a particularly strong gust of wind blew through.

Returning to her partner, she grinned. "I-i found a great job for our first job as team Mercurial Storm." It's so nice to be an official, registered team now! Means he truly accepts me as an equal. She paused, dramatically, "We need to go to Rose Garden for a wedding! A big wedding!" There was heavy emphasis on wedding. Nemuru's face was flushed with excitement.

"B-but, don't worry Ciran, this isn't just some girly job. First of all, her ex- has been badmouthing the new groom and vandalizing their home. The groom on his way home from work got into a fist fight with him." Nemuru mumbled something to herself about dishonorable. "A fight very well might break out. Most likely one will. So, they're hiring mage body guards! I've already received an invitation for us from Mr Goldstar and his soon to be wife. We'll need to dress up to fit in to the crowd." Nemuru imitated stroking Ciran's beard. "Might wanna clean you up a bit."

She stared him down, "before you protest, this is a job of intrigue, of stealth, of finesse." She tried to sound offhanded as possible as she concluded her monologue, "besides, the reward is just ten thousand jewels."
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He whistled a little at the amount of the pay.  "Thats a damn fine paying job...they must be really expecting trouble...As for dressing up, i've got a few things i can pull out of my bag and look better...though i'm going to be carrying armor and weapons in this one for sure..."  He patted the big hammer at his side, frowning a little bit.

"What do we know about this ex of hers?  Do we have a map for the rose garden so we can plan out where to watch from?  When is the wedding and how much time do we have to prepare?"  The questions flew fast from his lips as he thought out loud, even as he started to head back to the inn where they were staying and had left their extra gear.

"Sorry, just nervious and want to do this right.  our first job as a team, and the first time I have done a higher ranked job."  He paused a moment in front of the inn, unlocking the door for the side staircase that led up to their room, holding the door open for her to go in first, then following.  Once they were up in the room, he flipped open the small travel chest he used as a backpack, digging down and producing a brilliant scarlet and cream outfit, loose fitting trousers and shirt of fine cream silk, with a brilliant scarlet cloak that had his family's design around the edge in gold embroidery.  "This should do nicely...."

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"I've got one nice dress I can make work, I think. Or I can wear this one for ease of movement? Perhaps that would be a better idea?" She hesitated, "I was concerned over the pay too. For simply keeping a troublesome ex- in line, it seems to be way too much. I-i was thinking maybe he's another mage." The poison mage shuddered at the idea of having to throw down with another mage. "Ciran, will we hold ourselves back on him and any lackeys he might scrounge up? No need to kill senselessly. On the other hand, I don't want him causing trouble for others and it sounds as though he has already gone too far."

She leaned up to kiss him. "You're changing on the train. The wedding is tonight at nine, and the next train is coming in less than twenty, so we need to hurry. He's got lackeys. The town itself sent out the request." She began speaking rapidly as she moved quickly towards the hotel.

"The whole town is apparently an over-the-top hub of magic. If they're requesting outside help, circumstances must be dire or political, I bet. It's overlooking the Cloud Sea, at the park. I'm betting they wanted an outdoor affair, it seems from the notes to be a big event. Interestingly, the city doesn't care what measures are used to take care of him and his cronies." She frowned, "what d'ya wanna bet he's on the town's wanted list, or close to it and we're doing their dirty work... Eh, pay's right."

"We'll do it right, as a team. It may be our first job as an official team, but we've relied on each other before. You do trust me to back you up, right?" There's more at stake then failing the job, Ciran. As they returned to their room, she watched as he set the chest on their bed and pull out the outfit. "Fine, we'll do it your way. Just let me help so we don't miss the train, alright?" She reached up to help remove his clothing.
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He nodded, quickly stripping out of his clothes. "Divide and conquor then. We won't kill them, but we can knock them out quite easily." He frowned a moment in thought even as he started pulling on the shirt and pants, fastening them and tying them in place. "Do you have any poisons that will hinder them and take them out of the fight easily? I'm sure we're going to be heavily outnumbered....If it comes down to it, i'll attract their attention while you take them out by ones or twos..."

Next came the padding for the armor as he slipped it on, he gestured to the ties at the side. "tie that tight, and i'll start getting armored up" As he waited for her to tie the strings tight, he was pulling on the bracers and gloves, as well as the armor plates that fastened to his boots. Once the laces were done, he had her help with pulling the chain shirt on. "there we go, now just the cloak..." He stood tall, metal shining against the crimson of the cloak.

"We won't kill if not needed. But I won't hold back if they threaten us or a bystander...and yeah, we likely are doing their dirty work. Its what they use us neutrals for. As long as they pay us well, thats the important thing." He patted her on the head with a smile. "We need to get you armor and weapon sometime too.....Maybe after this job i'll make you something." A frown as he shouldered his pack, heading for the staircase. "Lets get going. the Jobs waiting."

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Nemuru aided him in stripping off his clothes and getting him into formal wear. "My poisons don't hinder people in battle much no. I think it must be due to them being so focused. I can create a small shield around us, but you'd need to be practically touching me. Remove toxins, just in case. I-i," she hesitated, looking nervous, " can sprout some painful spines. You already know I can poison weapons and armor and have some palm strikes." Another pause, I'm a monster. "I can also spray them a short distance. I can't focus on more than one or two at a time sadly."

She strung the armor as tight as she could. Please protect him, she begged it silently. She lifted the surprisingly heavy rings over. "I'll try not to but... I have killed before without intention." She shook her head slightly. "Work on your next piece, please. My body is a bit more durable than you think. Thought you'd never be ready." She stole a kiss, before running from their room, bag in hand. Not like we'll be back here for a while.

The train ride was long and uneventful. The trip to the park was just as simple. Nemuru struggled not to stop and admire the lacrima street lights. Wedding decorations of white and blue decorated the town. Ribbons, flowers, some even enchanted with magic to glow softly decorated the seats. So pretty. Hundreds of guests milled around in their best attire. From nearby, a delightful mix of food scents lingered in the air. Refreshments for later, most likely.

Finding their assigned spot, Nemuru lead Ciran arm through his elbow. They'd no more than sat before a group of men began shoving their way in from over near where the cooks were.
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'Monster Dice' :

Once armored up, he shook his shoulders a little to adjust it, and walked along at a brisk pace, for all he was carrying a goo fifty pounds of metal. He just nodded as they went along, listening to her and not judging. "Still, all handy things. I can charge my armor or weapon with energy as needed to improve them. Thats about it beyond my smithing skills." He frowned a little. "Sorry i'm not that good in a fight."

He fell quiet as they walked through the city, just admiring the various crafts that were present. When they made it to the park, he linked arms with Nemuru and made all the various pleasent chat and motions that were expected for these sorts of places, though the hammer and the armor got a few strange looks, still, he was glad for it when the trouble started over by the cooks. This wasn't his usual scene, and they were being paid well for the opportunity to crack some skulls. All good things in his mind.

Ciran was up, hammer in hand and moveing before he really knew what was happening. Quickly assessing the foes, he charged in towards the one that was wielding flames with a grin. "Oi, laddie. Those flames pale next ta the flames of a forge....And I work around those all the time. You ain't gonna burn me." He gripped his hammer harder, the energy flowing into it from him even as he brought it around to attack the man

(Word Count: 253
Cast Awaken the Weapon Soul (Weapon does +15 damage for two rounds)
HP: 100
MP: 90 )

The member 'Ciran Garlfang' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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The pink haired fire magic laughed and responded "Flame claw." His curled fingers enveloped in flames as they reached for Ciran.

Guests screamed and ran from their seats when they saw the giant hammer being swung around. For the best, Nemuru idly thought as she dove into the fray. "You're mine!" She yelled with relish. She dove towards a man with snow blowing around off him despite the warm autumn sun. Her dress fluttered around her and her shoes flew off, gratefully. She was glad the slit went up so high, as it allowed her adequate mobility.

A sinister look crossed her face a for a second her eyes looked as though they had slits. A green magic circle enveloped her palm as she reached for his throat. "Viper's Strike!"

He and his partner both focused in on the incoming poison mage. They felt the smaller female had more magic within her and decided to gang up on her. "Gonna enjoy this, missy... hope ya like pain, ha ha." The wind mage taunted her. His brown hair and rodent-like face gave him the appearance of a weasel. "Sickle wind!" A cyclone surrounded his clawed fingers tearing at Nemuru's dress, and skin.

The ice mage joined in, moving to flank Nemuru from behind. Naked from waist up, his torso was covered with scars. No guild mark decorated his flesh. All three were independent mages, guildless like Ciran and Nemuru. They intended to position themselves so she couldn't escape them. For now, he moved silently.

(254 words, Nemuru's attack roll first, then fire mage, then wind)
HP: 200
MP: 85
CD's: Viper's strike (6 turns)

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He attempted to shoulder off some of the damage, trusting in his armor and his general resistance to fire. Taking a deep breath, he drew on his training, the armor and hammer shimmering a moment, seeming brighter, even as the magic circle around the hammer stayed in place. He stood tall, smirking. "That don't burn much at all. Im Ciran Garlfang, Magesmith, and you picked the wrong fight....now lets whoop you back down to size."

He was quite nimble for someone his size, leaping up on the table to take the high ground, a few test swings just to make her duck and take notice. The longer he kept her busy, the longer those around him got a chance to get away. Then they could really cut lose.

He took several feints at the mage, pushing closer and ignoring the flames....he had to do this right. Hooking a foot under a chair he kicked it at her. She just laughed as she burned it apart, but that laugh was short lived as Ciran came charging in through the rubble, hammer coming down in a vicious strike, which he pulled up short, letting it wiff down in front of her face to cause her to stumble. Spinning, he put the full momentem of his body behind the strike, the hammer trailing streamers of magical energy shaped into after images of the weapon, all coming in to strike at the same time. He prayed to the god of smiths that this one would strike home. It had to.

(Word Count: 256
Activating by my hand forged. Weapons and Armors crafted by Ciran count as if they were a rank higher and wielded by ciran at a rank higher.
Awaken Soul of the Weapon in effect for 1 more post. CD 2 posts
MP: 90
HP: 100
First is block dice, second is attack dice)

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(so take no damage due to resistance and successful block (i thinik?) and do 29 damage to fire flunky)

The poison mage tried to look out of the corner of her eye at the other combatants. Damn, I hope Ciran is okay. Nemuru missed her target. She cursed inwardly, watching as the riposte came towards her. She twisted as best she could to block.

The fire mage panicked as her flames licked the Smith's armor yet her appeared untouched. A faint smell of singed hair was all she could detect. She struggled wildly to fight off this strange new opponent. Blood trickled down her face as she was struck by the hammer. Her flaming fist swung for the maniacal smith trying to ward him off.

Feeling the cold breath upon her back, Nemuru dove forward. Sorry, mother. I promised never to hurt people like this again. The memories of striking loved ones came rushing back. The poison mage reached forward and attempted to lightly caress the cheek of the wind mage. Disoriented by her strange behavior, he looked at her with confusion, attempting to flinch away.

The ice mage behind her attempted to reach around and embrace her. His body letting off frigid temperatures. "Why, hello, dear..." The ice mage purred in her ear. "Seems you're enjoying this..."

Nemuru was disgusted by the very odd behavior of the ice mage. Damn, I want to kill him. Gross, gross, gross! Her mind began to wonder how long she could last in a fight like this. She was best left to assassination attempts, not frontal assaults. Think, Nemuru, think... one of us could get badly hurt.



(256 words, Nemuru's Block, Nemuru's attack roll first, then fire, ice)
HP: 200
MP: 75
CD's: Viper's strike (4 turns), Poison grip (4 turns)

5 C heath
fire: 1.5 D
ice 0
wind .5 D x 3 turns

The member 'Nemuru' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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The magic circle faded from around his hammer, which he spun around in a florish, smirking a little. "I told ya, your flames are useless against me....I deal with hotter every day." Smiling, he touched that part of himself he usually avoided, but was getting almost dangerously comfortable with. Time seemed to slow to a crawl around him, though to everyone else, it was like he flashed forward, hammer slamming towards his opponent. As he did so, he kept one eye on nemuru, worried about her. He needed to finish up this opponent quickly

He danced around, raining in blow after blow while time seemed to crawl around him, driving the attacks home as quick as he could. He didn't have time to waste on this trash. He had to protect Nemuru, and deal with the ex-boyfriend when he shows up. He gave a growl, then a roar like a lion. "Flee Fool! You are no match for this Storm!" He flipped on of the tables, and when it was over her head brought his hammer through it for a devastating blow that drove the table into her to knock her flat. He was done with this one.

Or so he thought till he saw her stirring under the wreckage....why whouldn't she stay down, dammit! Giving a growl he backed up a little, watching the movement with trepidation.....what was there boss like if they were like this? They might be in trouble...but they would see this through, one way or another.

(Word Count: 151
HP: 100
MP: 90
Awaken the Weapon Soul CD: 1
By My Hand Forged: 1 round left, CD 3
Time Keeper's Curse: active this round, 5 round cd

The member 'Ciran Garlfang' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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Shoving the wreckage out of the way, she stood shakily. Wiping the blood from her lip, she attempted to laugh. It was quite obviously the bravado of a fool. The fire mage faltered, clearly staggering under her wounds. She dove at him with both hands lit with flames trying for one last desperate attack.

Nemuru spun, ducking and attempted to block the freezing attack. She attempted to counter with one of her most basic spells. "Wyvern strike." A orb of glistening green poison was shoved towards her enemy's stomach. She intended to press the orb through the skin, directly into the vitals beneath. Take this curse for what it is! Your blood flows through me! The word 'wyvern' seemed to offer her comfort and a morale boost.

The ice mage met her head on with another close range blast. Snow and hail whipped around her. Seeing her back now turned the wind mage, shook himself from his reverie and attempted to rake the wind claws down her back. The bitter onslaught of the elemental attacks ended up a huge challenge for the little poison mage as she pressed onward.

These two work well in tandem, probably members of a team. Too well, almost. I need to try to get them separated fast. Dammit Ciran! Hang in there! Nemuru panicked about her partners state of being, but had no time to look to see how things were going. I just need to trust in him. Hearing Ciran's roar and battlecry the little mage felt much safer, more optimistic.

(257 words, Nemuru's Block, Nemuru's attack roll first, then fire, ice,wind)
HP: 200
MP: 75
CD's: Viper's strike (3 turns), Poison grip (3 turns)

5 C heath
fire: 2.5 D
ice 0
wind 1 D(1 turn remain)

The member 'Nemuru' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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This...this was rediculious. she could barely stand. He didn't even bother moving as her magic came in wild and unaimed, missing him by a long shot. "Ach, lass. You don't even have it in you again. Don't make me finish this. Stand down." Still, the only answer he got was a bitter laugh. "I loved him...but he didn't love me. He loved her...and now he wants to destroy her....you can't stop me...no one can stop me!"

Hearing the clash of magic behind him, Ciran gave another roar. "Hold on! I'm coming!" He lashed out with a kick at the fire mage, followed by a flurry of hammer strikes as the glimmer seemed to fade from the armor and hammer, letting them look mundane yet again. Still, hope springs eternal. There was a flare of heat almost, and the magic circle sprung up around the hammer again, as it came down towards her head to finish her. "Love doesn't work that way lass. You give it out, and if you get it back, all good. but don't let it turn bitter and poison and destroy you. You shoulda known better then that. But seems old Garlfang has to teach you a lesson or three....So lets dance miss." He started bringing down the hammer hard and fast, as if striking metal on his anvil again. She was going to go down, and he was going to make sure of it. He didn't have the time to do anything else, if Nemuru was facing off against two others...He had to end it fast. But he wouldn't kill her, just knock her out, hopefully.

(Word Count: 270
HP: 100
MP: 85
Casting Awaken the Weapons Soul
By my hand forged: 2
Timekeepers Curse: 3

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'Damage Dice' :

The fire mage laughed to herself even as she passed out, bloodied and bruised. The crowd attending the reception watched on from a distance. Her flames died out with a puff of smoke as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her head lolled back, but her chest rose and well. A trip to a healer and she'd be fine in the end.

Nemuru heard Ciran yell out to her and cried back. "Hurry if you can, these guys are tough as nails. Dodgy..." The rest of her complaint was mumbled. A crazed laugh escaped Nemuru. "Too bad for you two..." She dropped suddenly to her knees, hands toogether in prayer. Then just as suddenly clapped them to the ground. A runed circle of holy light enveloped her. It began to extend, stretching into a 30 meter circle. Brilliant white sparked through the sphere.

"What are you doing, crazy woman?" The wind mage asked as he reached forward to snatch her with his claws again. He gasped, hesitating as only normal hands grasped at her dress.

"Stop messing around, just kill her." The ice mage swung his hand, attempting to slap her across the face with his ice. Instead only a normal hand hit her. A very loud smack could be heard as her head was forcibly turned. A red hand print was left behind as her head turned to the side.

"Look at me? Why don't you fear us even when you're outnumbered? So weak and frail..."

"I know I can count on him." She spoke with defiance as she swung her fist in an uppercut aimed at his jaw.

(268 words, Nemuru's Blocks, Nemuru physical attack, took the physical)
HP: 105 (losing 5% each turn truth is active)
MP: 85
CD's: Viper's strike (2 turns), Poison grip (2 turns), Truth active (2 turns remain)(8 turns)

5 C(10 D) heath
fire: 3.5 D
ice 0
wind 2 D

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Hearing the laugh, and turning in time to see the slap, something inside of Ciran just....snapped. there was another roar, this one even closer to a lion then before as he dashed forward, leaping up onto a table as he went. "You dirty skinks! I'm going to make you pay for what you did!" He started to kick various things at them as he went. When he hit the edge of the magical bubble that nemuru was projecting, there was a momentary pause as he felt the magic fade away, then he lept through the air to land between her and the two mages. "thats no way to treat a lady. Especially my lady....My Name Is Ciran Garlfang, you have laid hands on my partner and lady. Prepare to sleep..."

He lashed out with heavy blows at the wind mage, as he seemed to be the most damaged, alternating between kicks and heavy hammer blows. Ducking back a moment, he shoulder charged in, feinting and batting at the mage, driving him backwards towards his buddy to tangle them both up, staying between them and Nemuru at all times, yelling in there faces to distract them. They had no magic to use at the moment, and he intended to take full advantage of that. "Your just flunkies! Useless hooligans that are sent to do a job, and do it bad! Stop pussyfooting around. Get out of here and send your boss in for the licking that he deserves. We'll whoop him too!"

(Word Count: 251
HP: 100
MP: 85
Awaken the Weapon Soul: CD2
By My Hand Forged: CD1
Time Keepers Curse: CD2
Heavy Blow

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