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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 23:13:46 GMT
Dante found himself lost in this forest. His mind was blank, unable to tell him exactly how he came here. He looked down at his feet. The large metal plates clanked against each other as he walked trying to move around the undergrowth. Perhaps this wasn't the most subtle of appearances? Dante found it better to appear a little more civil, and found it best to hide what he was from others. His armor began to fade as if it just dissipated into the air. As it did this, it began to reveal more elegant clothing. That would only be worn by someone of noble stature. In Dante's world he was technically nobility, but this outfit was just meant to make people think he wasn't strong physically, a noble that sat behind the lines of war. He continued to walk, and as hours passed the weather began to change. Without warning Rain began to hit hard, luckily the trees provided great cover. The sky soon began to crack, did Dante ignore this much? "Where is Kail when you need him.." He muttered to himself. The lightning began to strike surprisingly close, and Dante started to become worried.
The lightning slammed down, so loud that Dante couldn't hear for a brief second. "SHIT!!" He yelled. Although his full plate armor was hidden using it's own magical properties, it's physical properties remained the same. This meant that Dante was a walking lightning rod. He pushed back against the tree, thinking that it would give sufficient cover, and hard for lightning to pass through. Of course this was only kindling for a fire, and when lightning did hit the tree, attempting to reach the metal suited half-elf of course. When it light a blaze Dante had no clue what to do.
After a moment of thinking he realized he could just summon water onto the fire! He turned around to face the fire, and brought his hands together like starting a prayer. However, when he opened his eyes he realized the spell did not work. What exactly was he doing wrong?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 4:11:45 GMT
What was a day meant for forraging and hunting turned quickly into finding shelter as the storm rolled in. An outcrop of boulders made for decent enough covering and she took full advantage of it. Orange strands of hair clung to her cheeks and neck from the moisture. Kaylia sat with her back leaned up to one of the rocks her knees pulled up into her chest watching the stray drops of water fall into a puddle at her feet. She pulled her jacket collar up around her neck to block out the cold.
The loud clap of thunder and flash of lightning nearby was enough to get her to her feet. What got her moving was the voice. "Who in their right mind would be still out in this mess."The bag of items she had gathered was forgotten as she made her way to where the voice came from.
"Hey! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to wear metal in the middle of a storm?" Her deep firey eyes locked onto Dante's as the flames from the brush fire rose. "Can you do magic? If not it's not safe to stay here"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2015 21:33:25 GMT
Dante could hear a voice. This voice was loud, but almost silent compared to the sound of the rain. Dante glared at her with a slight anger. "Of course I know not to wear metal! I don't have a choice!" He yelled back trying to get his voice over the storm. This armor was far too cumbersome to put it on by ones self, in his world he had companions to help him. A stable master, Armorer, Squire, and Elven-Mage. Each one was under his command, and, without them his weakness' seem so much more weak! "And, I can use magic! But the spells not working!" He looked around, the weight of the armor would make it hard to get to a safer place. Dante began full sprinting away from the fire. "Let's get away!" He shouted, with no hesitation of trusting this individual. Although Dante was sprinting as fast as he could, most people would be able to pass him quite easily. The armor kept him slow, but it did protect him well. The word 'Tank' could certainly be used here.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 5:37:46 GMT
It took everything she had to keep a straight face at the sight of the noble struggling in his armor. “Well don’t get your britches in a knot. No magic means we need to run. There’s an outcrop of boulders just to the south, it should provide as suitable cover until this blows over. The rain should take care of the fire before there is too much damage.” She motioned in the direction that she had run from.
Kaylia brushed away strands of hair that had fallen into her line of vision. She enjoyed the rain, just not being caught out in it. Before she realized it Dante sprinted past her. “After you….”
She quickly caught up with him and took the lead weaving in and out of the brush and downed trees, skidding to a stop where her bag laid. “So, I’m assuming you are not from here?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2015 22:20:03 GMT
Dante felt himself slightly annoyed with this rain. The ran hitting against the metal of his armor quickly cooled the suit off. This made Dante begin to get cold much quicker than anyone else. However, he did not notice how drastically cold the inside of his suit became. Running in it was more than enough to break a sweat on any man's brow. He had a feeling that she found this amusing, but who was she? This was someone who did not know of the 'Great Dante'? He and his companions had saved continents all by simple plans put to action. Although this made his feats sound small, they were great in each of their own right. "Have you not heard of me before?" This was very strange, considering Dante was more than famous in his land, he was almost a legend, a myth, a tale. Hailed as a Saint. However, here he was nothing? Dante grinned at the thought. Sure it was great to have everyone be in awe from you, but he loved how he was looked at when he first started adventuring. How people belittled him because of the childish things he's done, or the women in his company. They saw something so out of the ordinary, they thought he could be nothing but a failure.
Dante continued to run, the sound of his plates still audible despite the loud rain and thunder. Each plate moved almost independently. The armor certainly was made from an amazing craftsmen. Silver, almost glowing, despite a few marks from combat. To Lightning it would appear as if he had full plate armor without a helmet, his long back hair concealing his half-elven ears, blowing in the wind. However, this was an illusion. The magic imbued armor rendered the helmet invisible, and if she was perceptive enough she would be able to notice that the rain wasn't actually touching his head, instead, it was stopping and before it touched it, and then falling alongside where the helmet's exterior would actually be. He continued bolting it, noticing how quickly the woman passed him. "Slow down!" He huffed aggravated.
"If you want a race fine!" Dante pursed his lips as a loud whistle echoed out of his lips. "LIGHTNING!" He shouted for his companion. He reached his hand out in thin air, as if something was going to appear beside him. However, as his horse did not appear he became confused. "Lightning!?" He called again, whistling after he spoke. After realizing that it did not work his attitude changed drastically to a more somber appearing man. He made it into the cave that Lightning had pointed out, she had probably made it in before him anyways. He quickly found a good spot to plop down at. The metal clanging rather loudly as he did. Dante did not get it, the link to Iomede was gone? He sighed, his attitude had to be picked up in front of a new acquaintance. He quickly stood to his feet, reaching out his hand. "The name's Dante." It was easy to tell that there was many things bugging him, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 3:53:28 GMT
“Heard of you? Sir I’ve never seen your face before today.”
Kaylia scoffed. She could tell he had to of been highly celebrated in his own land, and had the attitude to match. Once in the cover of the out crop she raised her arms and crossed them behind her head to help slow down her breathing. Water droplets ran down her face, her hair laid flat against her scalp and clung to the skin of her neck and face. Locks that were once bright amber resembled more of a mousy brunette. She gripped tightly to her tresses and twisted the locks, wringing out the water.
Leaning against a rock face she turned her attention to her new companion and sized him up. The craftsmanship of his armor definitely drew her attention. It verified her suspicions of his status, only a noble would dare to wear, even afford, something so luxuriant. Thoughts of disarming him and taking the armor for herself did flash across her mind, she’d be lying if she had denied it. Then she remembered it would be better to have allies instead of enemies, even if it was ripe for the picking.
“So what are you? A prince? A King? I don’t think our own King has armor so well crafted. That would have cost one a very pretty coin. I am curious how your lack of a visible helmet leads to your head being dry as a bone.”
Kaylia pushed herself off of the wall and circled Dante as she spoke, making a mental note of his nonverbal cues and the noticeable change in his posture.
“So who is Lightning?” She smirked, stopping when she was face to face with him. “You may call me Kaylia.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 21:29:51 GMT
Dante felt a little overwhelmed when he was bombarded with questions. He kind of liked this though, being able to speak honestly about himself, without the other person already knowing the story. "I"m Dante, I'm no king, technically a knight. However, what I really am, is a paladin." Everyone knew what a paladin was, even the shear title was enough to get people to treat Dante better. It didn't even cross his mind that this place might not even have paladins. "Yes, this armor is quite expensive. However it has saved my life many times." Dante refrained from saying the actual price of the suit, it was an amount of gold some people would never possess. She wondered about his helmet? Well really it was the entire armor. Dante felt it was better to show her, than to explain it. So Dante willed the armor to change it's form. And as he willed it, the armor seemed to light itself a blaze, quickly destroying the armor, but as it spread from the top down, whatever it destroyed was replaced with something else. The armor changed it's dorm to that of a peasants clothing, and then changed again to that of a nobleman's outfit, and then returned to it's original design, leaving the helmet out of course.
"Pretty cool huh?" He smiled brightly with a laugh, "I almost forgot!" Dante reached behind his back where a small, empty quiver sat. When his hand reached the section where an archer's arrow may be, a rose materialized. He tossed it to Kaylia. "It's a pleasure to meet you" It was sad to say that yes, Dante really did try to give a flower, rose, or gift to everyone he first made acquaintance with. Most people were confused, but men especially found it bewildering to be given a rose or flower. The expressions on their face was enough to tell. "My duty is to protect the just from harm that comes from the undead, evil, or unjust. My actions are governed by a code, and If I am to break this code then I will lose my paladin abilities, one such example of my code is that I am prohibited from lying." Dante spoke trying to explain what he was, considering he could understand she may not know what it is. Lightning is my horse, I summoned her. However for some reason she did not hear me.."[/b] Dante looked at her briefly. "Did you tire yourself out? Feeling hurt?" He reached his hand out to her, holding it open, but lifting his hand upward so his palm was facing her. "Here, let me help." This was really Dante trying to see if all of his abilities were taken from him. He was trying to use his signature healing magic, lay on hands. The palm, as it reached closer to her would begin to glow faintly. If she allowed the hand to touch her shoulder, then she would feel all exhaustion leave as her body began to be washed over an almost holy light.
"How about yourself? Where do you come from, what do you do? Are you a noble? Or perhaps just a simple stable hand? Have you fought in any wars? Killed any monsters? Tell me your story! His attitude once again changed to that of an excited child.
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