Thread 15 - A Fall of Lemons and Pride

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 4 Nov 2015 2:58:00 AM No.41136348>>41136413>>41136555>>41136654



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>Still he man raved and threatened and cursed her for standing up to his madness. Still his magic weakened from having to absorb her spells but she could tell even that strain would wear off soon if she messed up her spell again. Only four more burst before she passed out. That was her limit and she knew it. Her insides were all twisted up and it felt like all the world's air had turned to poison, still, there was no telling if she could even outrun someone like him. Even if she managed it, could she live with herself knowing that she'd run away from a monster while she looked on from the sidelines?

>Normally her spells where enough to scare or hurt bandits into leaving whoever they terrorized alone, normally she could sway even the most hardy of brigands into relocating. What then made her think she could stand up to another mage? A lonely fourteen year old girl with no skills or knowledge beyond what she was born with, what did she think would happen when she crossed paths with a truly powerful mage who could slaughter others with a smile on his face?

>Seeing the body of the brigand hurtle her way with all the speed and precision of a loosed arrow, Janet's instinct saw that she threw herself to the ground away from the body though she felt the dead man's boot clip her head with enough strength to cut open a small rivulet of blood.

>Still, it wasn't over yet.

>Bounding to her feet, Janet again drew on her link to the world of magic and forms. Though it filled her lungs with water and her veins with fire, though the pain of it made her want to scream out in agony, Janet nonetheless threw out her hand once more, directing the transient energies of the shapeless towards the man who would kill for no other reason than because he could.

>If the man's spells protected his body then perhaps it was merely a matter of releasing within the conceptual space of his body. Directing her spell was hard, at the best of times she could only choose a vague area of effect but here, with her life and pride on the line, Janet had very little to lose with a little experimentation.

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 4 Nov 2015 2:40:08 PM No.41136688>>41136927



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>Through the pain and nausea Janet grinned at the boy she'd set out to destroy; a feeling of righteous pride swelling in her breast at the sight of the sicko's blood. Whatever spell he wielded to protect himself, it didn't reach all the way to his body and certainly couldn't protect him from anything that entered his conceptual space of being.

*Haaah* 'd like to see you try, punk.

>She rebutted for the first time, the despair of what she thought to be her inevitable demise suddenly washing away to a sort of grim elation over her latest success. No matter his preparing another spell of the likes he'd tried before, Janet knew that if she landed another spell as she did before then there was no way a wimp like him could stand up to it.

>Channeling the aether through her being with joy in her heart for the first time, Janet found it suddenly quite easy to ignore the discomfort of channeling a spell even as she released the burst of primordial power in the same direction as she'd done so mere moments ago.

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 5 Nov 2015 3:07:34 AM No.41137413>>41137459>>41137567



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>No point talking then, not when her insides felt like they were melting from the strain she demanded from her body. Even if he had reasserted his protective field and he had evaded her last blast with it, there was no telling if he could do it again. Hell, even with two bursts left inside of her, Janet knew she could take the madman down if she could only get past his field one more time. Magic like hers came at a high price but would always pay off if she could land one more hit against the bastard.

>One more hit was all it would take, just one more good strike at the madman and he'd go down like a sack of bricks. With that in mind, Janet found it within her to stomach the pain that came with her abusing her limits as they were. Found it within herself to stay calm and angry even as her foe grew ever more delirious and euphoric.

>With one more spell she could blast him apart and this time, she would aim straight for the man's heart.

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 7 Nov 2015 12:33:17 AM No.41139500>>41140247



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>Watching her foe fall flat on the ground, Janet felt an immense sense of relief come over at the realisation that she'd done it and beaten the psychotic man before he could turn on her or anyone else for that matter. Falling to her knees in turn, Janet fought against the overwhelming nausea clutching through her gut as an inevitable side effect that came with using so much of her magic at once. Damn it all, one more blast and there was no way she could have stayed conscious without taking drastic measures on her own part. Still, sick and beaten as she was, the small redhead grinned brilliantly over what she'd accomplished of her own power.

>In a few minutes she'd see what to do with the psychopath she'd beaten but for now, the fourteen year old mage was more than content to just lay on the broken battlefield of a former bandit camp and bask in what she had accomplished.

meow

>Looking at the small white kitten besides her, Janet moved her hand to pet the creature lovingly, her feelings of sickness receding from simple contact with the creature.

Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 7 Nov 2015 10:58:41 PM No.41140394>>41141281



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>Breathing harshly from the confrontation she'd survived, Janet stared exhaustively at the newcomer with all the passion of someone who was about to pass out. Damn it all, that little sociopath had a friend after all and he'd arrived just in time to see him fall over. Tired, bruised, and feeling more than a little sick with the abuse of her magic; Janet knew that this latest fight would end her if she let it devolve into that.

Yea... yea I did.

>Sighing deeply and scratching the top of her head, the young girl put on a bothered expression but nonetheless made sure to appear as non-threatening as possible. Which, given the small cat purring happily in her lap wasn't all too hard.

The man tried to kill me ya understand?

A girl's gotta defend herself when need's be.

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 22 Nov 2015 12:49:27 AM No.41155925>>41156372



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>Well the fight had been rough but the trip back had been where the real challenge lay for the small redheaded mage as she struggled to find her way back to the village of Levindale. For after the strange man had taken up his psychotic friend and ran off before anything more could be said, Janet had found herself sitting alone with Aerth in a bloody mess battlefield surrounded by the mashed up corpses of bandits and villains. Well, whichever the case, the bandits were dead and she'd beaten up some psychopath. Time to go home.

>Following the forest trail that led away from the ruins of the camp, Janet felt a budding sense of pride over her accomplishments of the day. With a tune on her lips and a smile in her heart, the young girl weathered the pain of the her many scrapes and injuries by telling herself that she'd be fine, and home sooner rather than later and that there was going to be nothing that was going to get her down. And that was when it started raining.

>Although the grey clouds had been present for the entirety of the day without so much as drizzle, when the heavens decided it should start raining, it did so in earnest. This wasn't the kind of rain people should be out in - this was the other kind, the kind that threw itself from the sky and splashed where it landed. And currently, its business was turning the earthy path that Janet trod into a muddy, wet soup that sucked at her shoes and made it difficult to walk in. With no clothes heavier than the ones she was wearing and no rain cloak to shelter her, Janet soon became drenched through and through, and was left nothing more than a shivering little bundle of unhappiness.

>Some triumphant return this was going to be, only two or three hours in on what would likely be a two day trip back home and already she was miserable and cold. Although, the little bundle of white fur that walked by her side reminded her that although things looked grim, at least she wasn't alone in her moment of glory. Smiling at that, through the downpour of the century, Janet made her way onward, stopping only once along the trail under the makeshift shelter of an overhanging pine tree to eat a few cookies she'd stored away.

>After having marched for what felt like days under the unending gray downpour from above, Janet emerged out of the muddy wreck of a trail and onto a proper merchant road that between Levindale and Rockperch sometime well within the night. Taking a moment to orient herself, Janet then began trudging along the roadside, knowing that she might be going the wrong way but also trusting that Aerth would likely point out any mistake she made at this point. When she could no longer walk, Janet slept under a small bridge of crumbling stone whose drains had been clogged long. A few hours rest later, the girl was up and at 'em again. Overnight the rain handn't let up one bit and though freezing and terribly tired, the small marched one with dertermination. Where she'd hoped that a carriage or caravan might pass by she might hitch a ride on, Janet found that she was the only one desperate enough to brave the torrential rains that poured down.

>It was only after the sun had set on the second day of her journey that she reached the village of Levindale, the place where her quest began. Having once found the abundance of lemons and citrus trees that populated the place were quite cheerful and uplifting in the bright daylight, Janet now felt that the overfull branches somehow echoed her own exhausted sentiments. From the path of the village, Janet made her way over to Sally's own little house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night. When or if the door was ever answered, Janet would smile as brightly as she could through her drenched clothes to ask the girl she'd met before.

Hey, so, I messed up those bandits like you asked me.

Do you think I could crash here for the night?

Janet Malpirg !MrCarnage2 26 Nov 2015 8:49:50 AM No.41160982>>41204717



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>Stepping past the girl into the small house's threshold, Janet smiled wearily at her sleepy hostess. It seemed the thundering rain outside hadn't quite been loud or obvious enough for Sally to notice. Either that, or the girl was so sleepy she couldn't make out her surroundings appropriately.

Might as well have been.

>Janet comments lightly as she steps forward into the living room of the house, stripping off her drenched clothes as she did, leaving them to stand in a mushy pile of soaked cloth wherever her garnments fell.

Hey so, I've had a rough few days and I'm pretty sure I'm still bleeding from a few places.

A kind chick like you wouldn't mind if I passed out on your rug would you? Of course you wouldn't.

Thanks Sally, I owe you one.

>Without further ado, the red headed mercenary layed herself out on whatever piece of furniture or carpet available and promptly passed out, her body being finally able to rest up properly after the exhausting journey she'd had to undergo.