Destiny's Tears--Nemesis's Rage
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Rystil Arden
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*Zykovian searches for traps, scanning the area and encounters a glyph. Unfortunately, simply reading it triggers the trap, and an incorporeal amber snake lashes out and paralyses Zykovian, leaving him standing rigid and unmoving. However, there do not appear to be any further traps. Admittedly, a paralysis trap is kind of stupid against a Mojiin, though.*
FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
Mhrazhar sighs in resignation and puts his hand on Zykovian's shoulder. "You are a great friend, Zykovian. Thank you.
I guess it was meant to be. It is Nemesis' will that I face her alone."
The Mojiin looks around for a safe place to hide Zykovian's paralyzed form. If he finds somewhere safe, he will put him there.
Before leaving Zykovian he whispers "Hopefully, when this is done, I will be here to escort you back to the ship. If not please take my body back to Arris and to Abdiel. She will know what to do." He smiles a great predatory grin and leaves to the building skulking and searching as he goes looking for his prey, a Praetorian Taij.
[OOC: Does Mhrazhar have an idea what spell was cast with my massive +1 to Spellcraft. I personally have an idea, but I am curious if Mhrazhar knows or understands.
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I guess it was meant to be. It is Nemesis' will that I face her alone."
The Mojiin looks around for a safe place to hide Zykovian's paralyzed form. If he finds somewhere safe, he will put him there.
Before leaving Zykovian he whispers "Hopefully, when this is done, I will be here to escort you back to the ship. If not please take my body back to Arris and to Abdiel. She will know what to do." He smiles a great predatory grin and leaves to the building skulking and searching as he goes looking for his prey, a Praetorian Taij.
[OOC: Does Mhrazhar have an idea what spell was cast with my massive +1 to Spellcraft. I personally have an idea, but I am curious if Mhrazhar knows or understands.
]Rystil Arden
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(OOC: Let's see--nope, he failed it 
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*Zykovian is unable to reply as Mhrazhar enters the building, to see a grisly scene.*
*The Praetorian woman has filled the room with blood, carnage, and assorted grisly trophies from dead Mojiin. Her prize trophy, a full suit of Mojiin-scale armour, is actually not being worn by her at the moment and is hanging on the wall. Instead, she is standing waiting for him, smiling with an insane evil grin, naked but for the blood of the Mojiin covering her body, her long silver hair spilling down her back, and tattooed runes of dark intent, including the following between her breasts, just over her heart:*
*She would be beautiful to a humanoid, though Mojiin do not see things that way. She sneers and says:*
"Welcome Inquisitor. You're just in time to do...absolutely nothing. Now watch as I finish what I have started and slay all those you hold dear. But first, take a look with your Sight. I'm completely free of any Taij, you see, so you can't touch me."
*She gives a maniacal laugh and sweeps her hand across a curtain, revealing Mhrazhar's uncle, who, while still alive, is pinned by two swords to his arms and a third through his chest to the wall. She appears to have missed any vital organs, perhaps on purpose, making him a perfect living sacrifice.*
)*Zykovian is unable to reply as Mhrazhar enters the building, to see a grisly scene.*
*The Praetorian woman has filled the room with blood, carnage, and assorted grisly trophies from dead Mojiin. Her prize trophy, a full suit of Mojiin-scale armour, is actually not being worn by her at the moment and is hanging on the wall. Instead, she is standing waiting for him, smiling with an insane evil grin, naked but for the blood of the Mojiin covering her body, her long silver hair spilling down her back, and tattooed runes of dark intent, including the following between her breasts, just over her heart:*
*She would be beautiful to a humanoid, though Mojiin do not see things that way. She sneers and says:*
"Welcome Inquisitor. You're just in time to do...absolutely nothing. Now watch as I finish what I have started and slay all those you hold dear. But first, take a look with your Sight. I'm completely free of any Taij, you see, so you can't touch me."
*She gives a maniacal laugh and sweeps her hand across a curtain, revealing Mhrazhar's uncle, who, while still alive, is pinned by two swords to his arms and a third through his chest to the wall. She appears to have missed any vital organs, perhaps on purpose, making him a perfect living sacrifice.*
FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
Mhrazhar hisses angrily as he sees his uncle, and the blood our dead sisters slathered over her vile humanoid frame, and charges to initiate a Smiting Grapple of DOOOM!!!
He thinks to himself that she has found a way to hide her taint otherwise I would not have been able to track her here and he is looking forward to vindication for Arris and his sisters.
[OOC: Do I recognize that symbol? Silly Praetorian. *Gulp*
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He thinks to himself that she has found a way to hide her taint otherwise I would not have been able to track her here and he is looking forward to vindication for Arris and his sisters.
[OOC: Do I recognize that symbol? Silly Praetorian. *Gulp*
]Rystil Arden
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(OOC: Nope, not that one. Some of the other symbols seem to be some kind of dark twisted form of Mojiin, but a few, like that one, just look like symbols)
*The Praetorian laughs and bats her eyelashes, opening her eyes in mock innocence.*
"But Inquisitor--I'm innocent. Is that any way to treat a lady?" she chuckles.
*Mhrazhar's smiting grapple seems to lack the typical oomph behind a usual smite, but he still manages to at least lay his hands on her, but her soft, supple humanoid flesh combined with the slippery blood allow her to wiggle out of his grasp.*
*She giggles wickedly.*
"Don't be so forward, Inquisitor. How about some foreplay first?" she asks as she wiggles a finger.
*Another sword flies from amongst the mess on the ground and impales Mhrazhar's uncle's tail, dripping blood from the new wound in addition to the old.*
*The Praetorian laughs and bats her eyelashes, opening her eyes in mock innocence.*
"But Inquisitor--I'm innocent. Is that any way to treat a lady?" she chuckles.
*Mhrazhar's smiting grapple seems to lack the typical oomph behind a usual smite, but he still manages to at least lay his hands on her, but her soft, supple humanoid flesh combined with the slippery blood allow her to wiggle out of his grasp.*
*She giggles wickedly.*
"Don't be so forward, Inquisitor. How about some foreplay first?" she asks as she wiggles a finger.
*Another sword flies from amongst the mess on the ground and impales Mhrazhar's uncle's tail, dripping blood from the new wound in addition to the old.*
Rystil Arden
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*She grins and bares her exposed chest to his attacks, pushing it forward as if daring him, cocky in his impotence to actually attack her.*
*Of course, as his claws pierce deep into her chest, this strategy is shown to be a bad one. Her eyes widen in shock, and then small tears drip out of them as she whispers:*
"Why? I'm suh...I never..." and then she dies, and the symbols all over her body glow blood red and transform into red energy, shooting forth from her and flying in all directions.
*Of course, as his claws pierce deep into her chest, this strategy is shown to be a bad one. Her eyes widen in shock, and then small tears drip out of them as she whispers:*
"Why? I'm suh...I never..." and then she dies, and the symbols all over her body glow blood red and transform into red energy, shooting forth from her and flying in all directions.
FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
Mhrazhar, Mojiin Inquisitor; HP 30/30
Mhrazhar looks around carefully and raises and eyebrow thinking that this was too easy. Either her arrogance has gotten the best of her or this is not over yet.
The Mojiin slowly makes his way over to his uncle while performing the Detection Routine (tm). If all is clear I do what I can to bind his wounds.
[OOC: was there any sort of pattern or language associated with these runes and red energy? How many times did I hit her? Did I crit?
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Mhrazhar looks around carefully and raises and eyebrow thinking that this was too easy. Either her arrogance has gotten the best of her or this is not over yet.
The Mojiin slowly makes his way over to his uncle while performing the Detection Routine (tm). If all is clear I do what I can to bind his wounds.
[OOC: was there any sort of pattern or language associated with these runes and red energy? How many times did I hit her? Did I crit?
]
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Rystil Arden
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*The detection reveals an all-clear.*
*When Mhrazhar releases his uncle, the older Mojiin clutches at his wounds to staunch the flow of blood and totters towards Mhrazhar.*
"Mhrazhar...thank you for saving me, but...by killing her, you've unleashed the ritual she has been performing, using her own body to store the fell power..." he coughs up blood, "There's not much time...you have to stop her or she's just won..."
(OOC: Three hits. One crit. Total damage = 40)
*When Mhrazhar releases his uncle, the older Mojiin clutches at his wounds to staunch the flow of blood and totters towards Mhrazhar.*
"Mhrazhar...thank you for saving me, but...by killing her, you've unleashed the ritual she has been performing, using her own body to store the fell power..." he coughs up blood, "There's not much time...you have to stop her or she's just won..."
(OOC: Three hits. One crit. Total damage = 40)
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