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Remiel Calcifet

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POSTED ON Mar 25, 2020 6:59:51 GMT

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LAST HIT THE BOSS

The snowstorm raged on without pause.

Though he certainly perceived the 'chill' that the creators of this world wanted him to feel, however, Remiel certainly wasn't succumbing to it. The only aspect of this that really bothered him was the lack of visibility. Though his instincts told him, confusedly, to seek shelter before he perished of hypothermia. He hushed those thoughts internally as they continued trudging upward.

All this for a vantage point. All this to steal victory from a band of guild members who had come to defeat the 'raid boss' deep in the mountains of Nixtorm. He supposed, in the end, they were having a much harder time. Even if he personally preferred a good challenge.

Pausing in his tracks, the armored knight with the long brown scarf turns over his shoulder to check up on his partner. She's invisible for a moment... until her silhouette finally appears out from the misty snow.

"Ready your weapon. I hear conflict."

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Mar 25, 2020 8:00:39 GMT

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?Isra feel surprisingly at home in the simulated chill of the storm. It's far more desirable than any kind of heat would be. The woman almost grimaces just thinking about it, avoiding the gesture only through stubborn determination not to. Aware of the fatigue certain to come should they stay in it too long but energized by it just as she always was the woman keeps her eyes on the suite of armor that's been her marker for most their journey so far. Even as he comes and goes in the ferocity of the storm she finds him again with ease.

"Good."

Her weapon is already present in her hand when she calls back, certain to make good use of it before the endeavor before them was over. The notion of snatching a victory out from under someone else is only made tolerable by the place. Otherwise she can't say she'd waste time with this. Isra would much rather storm the castle dead on, even in storm.

"I follow your lead." despite her head on and controlling nature about things Isra seems to fall inline surprisingly easy. It's a more natural thing in such situations than most realize and she waits for him to take the role of charging in, waiting to fill in the gaps in between. Something he of all people is sure to notice in her before long, certainly before their little journey is over.

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the crown prince

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twenty-eight

may 20

hammerlocke, galar

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archaeologist

aqua/ex-admin

my kingdom for a kiss

upon her cold shoulder

6'2" height

born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes

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Remiel Calcifet

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POSTED ON Mar 26, 2020 6:03:52 GMT

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"We've almost got 'im, gang! One last push! Watch out for its tail!" The party leader exclaims, slamming his wide shield down into the snow and buffing his teammates as the long-necked beast rears its hind legs and loudly wails. The blizzard surrounding the battle like a twister rages on as it does so, and several players succumb to its damage before the massive beast can even issue its Avalanche attack, burying the bodies of their avatars in the snow. With its HP so low, the creature attacks with a little extra ferocity, seamlessly transitioning into an Aqua Tail attack with a powerful swing.

Its only as the team leader braces himself, holding his shield strong against the blast of water on the other side of it, that he looks up to regard the silhouette descending from the cliffs above. Before long, out from the icy mist of the hail, a username appears over said figure: Comatose. And he carries a large red blade with both hands, swinging it down towards their nearly defeated raid boss with all the might and speed of a Shift Gear.

"KS'er at my 9 nine o' clock!" The heavily armored leader exclaims over the whipping wind, clenching teeth as the dark knight falls closer to stealing their bounty.

"I got him, Cal!" An elven mage answers, casting an Electro Web that Remiel is forced to slash away with a Breaking Swipe before crashing into the Aurorus with his shoulder. And, though he struggled to hold on to the scales of the beast, it proved far too slippery a venture and sent him plummeting towards the ground below.

Landing on his back, just by the creature's massive right foot, Remiel cursed and fumbled for his blade in the snow as one of the unknown party members trudged towards him from afar. Before the lizard man could cast the Acid Spray he had loaded in his gullet, the dragon knight found his blade and was quick to issue a Magnet Bomb. His sneak attack certainly hadn't been as effective as he had hoped it would be. In fact, it hadn't damaged the Aurorus at all, considering he'd been forced to fend off an attack. But Isra and him could still succeed...

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Mar 28, 2020 5:30:52 GMT

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There is a moment where the color of his armor is engulfed by the white of the storm as Isra watches him, something almost poetic before his descent that makes her grin. The silence of the image is offset by the clamor below them. There's something in the moment that sticks. The woman couldn't quite say why.

She follows his flurry covered trail, the icy spears forming under the cover of the storm to follow him as he descends from their vantage point. Isra approaches the edge with at the sound of the team bellow them catching sight of him, the chaotic descent of her ice scattering through the storm. One pierces the tail of the raid boss, half ignored due to the shared typing. The rest scatter haphazardly around it, a warning of company following on his curtails despite the folly in his drop.

The next round of spears turn on their unwanted company as the mage skirts the edge of their vantage point, seeking to put distance between herself and the spot from which her partner descended before the cries of their targets have a chance to gather themselves and try to find her in the snow. The building hailstorm around her will serve as a good enough ward anyway, pelting those that dare to near her.

"Shit there's another one."

"Somebody find 'em"

It is only when she is satisfied she has their attention that the spears suddenly become sparse, strategic. She listens for the calls, watching from the edge she skirts ever so carefully. Spears descend as a disruption, interfering with movements and attacks, giving an opening for her partner to gather his bearings before she can move on to targeting the raid boss again.

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hammerlocke, galar

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Remiel Calcifet

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POSTED ON Mar 28, 2020 6:42:18 GMT

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As more of the players rush to strike him, Remiel is pleased to see Isra's abilities make an appearance, stopping them in their tracks and leaving behind only surprised cries and curses in the blinding blizzard. Not one to waste such an opportunity, the armored knight enters a battle stance and activates another Shift Gear, darting forward just as a Fire Blast had been blasted his way. Evading it without issue as it burns through the snow and disappears, he turns to regard Isra afar.

"If you keep them at bay. I'll strike it down with a super-effective attack." He suggests, satisfied that he need not yell past the howling blizzard for his voice to reach her as it would in the real world. Just then, however, the same mage who had cast the Fire Blast was flying in to deliver what Remiel almost instantly recognized as a Confuse Ray. Dashing forward through the snow, however, and leaving a gust of white in his wake, he takes cover behind one of the Aurorus' massive feet. It takes the Confuse Ray with no effect. In fact, it serves to draw the Aurorus' aggression onto the mage.

With the beast distracted, and in the middle of aiming a Power Gem attack at the mage below, Remiel rapidly darts between its feet to reach behind it. Once it rears itself up on its hind legs again, at some point, he's prepared to scale the beast and deliver an attack that is sure to be effective and unavoidable... if he can avoid being intercepted by the other players, at least.

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2020 5:24:49 GMT

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Her eyes flit in his direction momentarily, certainly the clearness with which she hears him is some sort of game mechanic that overcomes the storm. Perhaps it is for the better he cannot see the look on her face, for a moment she thinks him far too noisy. He wastes time talking and she refrains from letting it hold her attention for long. Returning to the colors of armor and weapons and attacks that shift in and out of the white of the snow. She follows them, spears falling into place between their feet as they begin to crowd around the beast again in pursuit of him.

It rears to strike, the flurry of what is left seeks to strike either it or him or both and Isra responds in kind. Her spears find purchase in the ground bellow their feet, treading carefully as she herds the crowd. The threat of the rapidly descending spears bringing them closer together as the beast readies its next attack.

The empowered light is blinding, but not enough to stop the gravitational field that over comes the area, binding those within it the cold surface amidst the storm. The clamor is ignored as she holds steady, certainly buying enough time for another attempt on the boss to be made. "Now." she states it only to be certain he tries.

Noise is a thing she detests too greatly in a fight, the unseen rogue that has crept away from the fight and begun to scale the cliff side towards her is the exact reason why. Her focus divided, she does not realize there is one missing in the pack bellow...

Remiel Calcifet

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