[Eastern Gauthrel] The Way of The Wild

Living amid monsters is a dangerous affair.

65th of Ymiden 717

The Gauthrel Plains reach from the coasts of western Idalos to the very edge of Ne'haer before meeting the forests surrounding Hiladrith. The Fields of Gauthrel can be a dangerous place, one that is home to the most deadliest of creatures. It holds many secrets in the history of the land and may offer rewards to those who choose to journey out into the wild plains. It is best not to wander out alone in these fields. Even caravans have been known to go missing.

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Finn O'Connor
:: 65th Ymiden, 717
Oblivious to the soft fur of the redbear, Finn lay slumped over the wild beast like a sack of potatoes. For all the care Fridgar and Alistair had provided, there was still no telling if his mind would rise from the dark abyss and into the world of the living. While the Albion was distracted by Alistair, the strange, brass amulet dangling from his neck still eminated an alien scent. The contraption was an experiment of the alchemist in the group of poachers, designed to eminate a smell that would lure wildlife to it. Any self-respecting Lotharro would scoff at the invention, for it would render the need to track prey void. Fortunately for them, the alchemist had perished in the slaughter and his recipe had died with him.

Yet, the amulet had not ceased to work and it wasn't long before Fridgar would pick up on rustling sounds coming from between the trees. Some creature or another was tailing them, yet managed to avoid detection outside of the ocassional blur of motion. Whatever it was, it was fast and stealthy, though perhaps not quite concerning to Fridgar until the becomer would realize that none of the wildlife would be targeting him. The scent that drew these creatures close came from the small, limp pile that lay slung over the musculature of the redbear, and so their pursuer waited for the right moment to snatch its price from the redbear's back.

And yet, as they raced endlessly forward, their pursuer didn't strike. Once so often a shadow would flit past the edges of Fridgar's vision, frustrating the violent becomer, almost teasing it. It wasn't until they moved out of the treeline that the ferocious monster revealed itself, and it was far too fast for Fridgar to do anything about it.

In a flash of motion, the monster landed squarely on Finn's back and hooked its claws underneath the unconscious boy, searching for the source of the scent, expecting a delicious meal at the end of it.

But when Fridgar would look up to meet this lethal foe, he was instead met with the sight of a rather odd and small creature. The spurrsyte gave Fridgar a whimsical look before renewing its efforts to pry the amulet from its trapped position between Finn's chest and the redbear's back. Yet for all its excited little squels, the odd ball of fur wasn't entirely innocent, for its claws were sharp and raked over Finn's skin in an attempt to get to the amulet.
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The two had gone, which meant that Alistair could focus entirely on his battle with the beast. This was good -- he needed total focus to successfully defeat the Albion. Fridgar and Finn were a distraction, as he prioritized their safety over his combat effectiveness. Now that they were gone, it was only him and the creature opposing him, life and death.

Obviously, he chose life, but consequently that meant the destruction of the shard-flinging terror.

The creature's gust was absorbed by his Visitant form, the portal it linked to blowing out an extreme, concentrated gust outward. All of the dust and debris from the blown wind followed suit, surely obscuring the other side of the portal. Alistair did not care, and remained in this form. The Albion was only revealing the approximation of what it could do -- more useful information for Alistair, at the end of the day.

Finally, the beast acted in a way that broke him from his focus, peering with silvery eyes through the blackened mold of the portal. A tree lunged at him, falling directly down with only a moment's time to spare before it made impact. The mage triggered pushing, creating a kinetic field of force around his portal that would push the tree away, effectively causing for the trajectory of its landing to alter. It crashed beside Alistair instead of directly on him, and at this point, the mage dispelled both sides of the portal and looked upward at the rising Albion.

He focused, and then, blinked onto the hind leg of the rising beast and plunged his Terrendyte spearhead into its armored leg, holding the shaft of the spear with one hand to keep himself from being flung off while he pressed his palm against the armored leg of the flying creature. Alistair cast wither, rapidly melting through the thick organic armor of the leg, particularly along the area where its leg connected to the rest of its body, searing through flesh and winnowing bones.

Immediately, the mage blinked away and rolled after releasing his spear from the creature's leg, hopefully evading a counter-attack. The creature's leg would now be falling off, its muscles, bone and flesh all degenerated and readily detachable from the rest of its body. The mage hid behind a tree and glanced behind him, attempting to see what the Albion would do in the face of its cumbersome hunk of meat flailing about with its every movement. The injury was grievous, and that was the point. The Albion's movements on the land would be much more difficult for it now, and it would have a dramatically more difficult time descending into the air. If he could get another leg, now, his victory would be certain.
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As the trio ran through the woods, the loud booming of a distant great fight echoed across the woodlands, barely audible from their distance. A sigh left the maw of the Llewnos as it kept up with the Redbear with ease. Alistair, his beloved, fighting that creature by himself. The thought would have been terrifying if the man wasn't so damn strong, if any of them could handle it, it was Alistair. besides, he needed to take care of Finn.

His violet eyes looked up to the unconscious body of the boy as he ran. The most prominent thought on his mind was how or why the human child had gotten himself in such a mess around Gauthrel? Wasn't he in Etzos? What the fuck was he doing with a bunch of human hunters? It didn't really matter though, what was done was done. All that mattered now was getting him the help he needed, help they couldn't provide in the woods or while fighting an Albion.

The Albion was hella cool though, Fridgar would be so happy when Alistair brought him that totem. As he ran, however, he heard a familiar REEEEEE of a Stekir, though... there were many. The ground shook harder as he turned to face the direction of the mewling creatures. In the distance, he saw a horde of the creatures, kicking up dust as they went. By the immortals, if he had to guess, he would have said there were fifty of them at the bare minimum? All of them headed toward Alistair's location.

A grimace claimed his feline features, one Stekir was a joke, easily slain. Three were laughable, ten were an annoyance, thirty a challenge... more than fifty though... He just prayed Alistair had the ether left over after battling such a monstrosity. If not, then he had the sense to flee. As he watched the great horde roll by, something flit past his vision, a shadow of some creature. He looked about the woods, intent on locating the beast, only to fail as the same shadow darted across his view once more.

This pissed him off.

Snarling, the Llewnos looked about the forest from tree to tree. He was determined to find whatever was doing that and kill it with absolute prejudice. Only, it went and dashed across his vision again. Fridgar growled and the view of the open plains could be seen before them. At least there, this beasty wouldn't be able to hide. When at last they emerged into the open fields, Fridgar looked about for the creature only to see a small ball of fur dashing through the grass, approaching at high speeds.

Effortlessly, the beast jumped atop the Redbear and bit into Finn's... Neck!? The creature looked to him, making eye contact with its tiny black pupils. The Redbear then stopped moving completely, halting in its tracks as Fridgar leaped above his own beast, landing on its back and snapping violently at the Spurrsyte. The creature dodged with a yelp and fled, taking off across the grassy plains. Somehow, it was faster than even the Llewnos, but it wasn't faster than a compression portal.

he opened one such portal in front of the beast, just a fraction of a trill before impact with the other end facing him, his jaws waited fully agape, ready to catch the creature. Only, nothing came back through... The portal had devoured the creature, shredding it to pieces in the void and ultimately destroying it. This portal was unstable, it had killed the beast. Fridgar then shut his jaws and turned off the portal before adjusting Finn and checking him over for injuries. Once he was safely settled atop the bear once more, Fridgar jumped from the beast and continued their journey.
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The Albion
The Albion let out a frustrated howl as the puny human denied it the satisfaction of victory. The staggering blast of wind was nullified by magic while its secondary attack was dodged. Now, however, the spark-tainted human could no longer hide. Snarling, the monster was about to pounce on its prey when the tiny form vanished. The beast howled in pain as Alistair stabbed into its hind leg. Like a whip its tail came around, seeking to crush the irritating human on its own skin. But by the time the deadly tail struck, Alistair had already moved away and the monstrous creature sensed a pain unlike any it had ever experienced. It tried to move forward, but stumbled as the searing hindleg gave way and fell off with a low thud.
The trees shuddered as the Albion roared, not in anger, but terrible agony. What had once been a powerful and majestic creature was now reduced to nothing more than a crippled, deadly wounded hunk of flesh. Yet it was not over just yet. There were still unused shards left on its body and after a trill of silence, Alistair would notice a hail of lethal shards being fired his way, chipping bark off any trees that stood in its way. The next moment, the Albion had leapt forth using i’s three remaining legs and sent its flying forward, crushing through overgrowth and trees alike with surprising ease.
Wherever Alistair would move to, the beast would not give the mage the satisfaction of emerging unscathed and its angry eyes searched high and low, preparing to charge the mage head-on.
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As the creature flung its shards, the mage created a large portal before him with a firm clap of his hands, elbows facing each side, simultaneously crafting a smaller portal beside the Albion. A great majority of the flung zirconium strands would redirect to the side of the beast, lodging into its flesh and dealing grievous damage to the creature. Shortly afterward, the Albion pounced, bashing into the portal and forcefully collapsing it - but at the expense of taking incredible damage, the portal sheering off part of its upper torso as it made impact and inwardly compounded.

Alistair blinked away from the creature's forward lunge, narrowly avoiding impact, though ousting the Albion in mobility wherever it counted, keeping his eyes peeled to the beast's shards in case he needed reflect more of them. Several things had become clear: Alistair had superior speed to the creature, Alistair could easily deflect its primary method of attack, and Alistair had clearly gained the upper hand. The Albion was dying, roaring in anguish rather than valorous instinct.

He only needed to put an end to this. Throwing his arm back, he lunged the spear forward in a rapid throw, creating a small portal that would transport Shadowsong directly to the trajectory of the creature's brain as he tossed his weapon. The Albion, wailing in pain and recuperating from the shards and sheared chest, did not manage to react in time. The Terrendyte plunged through his skull nearly all the way through, coming out at the back of his brain's rear lobe and ripping through the creature's skull. It fell silent, then, limping onto its side with a monstrous thud. Alistair shook with the earth, but attempted to recompose himself to take his spear from the bloodied beast.

Once he'd gathered Shadowsong, the mage found himself surrounded by movement, creatures from all across the forest gathered to feast in the great skyward predator. With a bite of his lower lip, the mage blinked forward, and continued by chasing after Fridgar in a series of successive movements, his velocity expanding and retracting in bursts as he chased the two down across the field, the Albion torn through by a collective of carnivores that - subsequently - fought one another for the lean flesh of the magnificent beast.
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Finn O'Connor
:: 65th Ymiden, 717
Had Finn been awake to witness the cruel end of the Spurrsyte, he would surely have ended his blossoming friendship with Fridgar right there and then. Fortunately for the shapeshifter, the Etzori orphan was entirely oblivious to his surroundings. On and on they raced, endlessly ahead, then up and further up still, climbing the mountain on which the temple of Thetros rested.

High priest Hadvar Lorien was among the company that saw the odd trio approach and came to their aid. Rough hands lifted him off the redbear's back and he was rushed through the temple and into the infirmary wing of the vast temple. More hands joined in the effort to put him on a bed and examine his injuries. His shirt was removed and the strange amulet was put aside on a nighstand. While medically trained priests laboured on the battered boy, Hadvar found the time to welcome Alistair and Fridgar into the home of Thetros in rough Haltunga.

Many bells later, after all his injuries had been cleared, Finn awoke in his new surroundings and while his mind struggled to comprehend what had occured, he was relieved to see the amulet on the nighstand beside his bed. It was still safe, and that was all that mattered.
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So... apologies for the rushed and sudden ending. The most important thing for Finn here is that he now has this amulet. The idea of the amulet is that it's a sophisticated alchemical device that can emit a scent to lure a specific creature. How it works exactly (quite likely with some form of ensorcellement) is not entirely clear, and it's not super powerful or anything, which is why I felt OK writing it in. It's just a very peculiar device, possibly the first and only of its kind in existence. The amulet is key in connecting some plot between Finn and Doran with Finn's presence in Uthaldria, so it's important for him to end up having it. I am more than happy to seek mod approval on this item if that's required (it was OK with Incubus at the time).

Deafness was supposed to be a temporary thing that would fade over time.
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Alistair

Skill Knowledge:
Hunting: The Albion
Rupturing: Reflecting projectiles with networks of portals
Rupturing: Using the Visitant to reflect projectiles
Necromancy: Withering armored areas

Non-Skill Knowledge:
N/A

Loot:
-1 clam leaf tonic (5GN), -1 stranger fig bark (2GN)

Injuries/Overstepping:
None

Fame:
+1 Good Deed (Saving Finn), +10 Killing a High-Exceptional Beast (the Albion) - per Uthaldria's guidelines

Devotion:
N/A

Magic EXP:
Yes

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Fridgar

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Reading the battle remains
Detection: Smelling blood in the air
Caregiving: Protecting someone who is injured

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Fauna: Albion
Albion: Can shoot zirconium shards
Stekir: Think they're tough
Stekir: Are a bit stupid
Fauna: Spurrsyte
Finn: Injured by Albion
Eastern Gauthrel: Home to Albion

Loot:
1 Albion shard

Injuries/Overstepping:
None

Fame:
+1 Good Deed (Saving Finn)

Devotion:
N/A

Magic EXP:
Yes

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Finn

Skill Knowledge:
Detection: Locating a presence

Non-Skill Knowledge:
Fauna: Albion
Alistair: Is a healer

Loot:
N/A

Injuries/Overstepping:
stab wound between spine and left shoulder blade (14 trials to heal completely), broken leg (28 trials to heal enough to walk unassisted, 42 trials to fully heal), head wound (14 trials to heal completely), temporary deafness (4 trials to clear completely), cheek cut (14 trials), bruised collarbone (7 trials). Risk of infection occurring if wounds are not properly monitored and cleaned; especially the cauterized wounds.

Fame:
+1 Fame for surviving an Albion attack

Devotion:
N/A

Magic EXP:
No

Comments: Overall a really fun thread to read. The combat between Alistair and the Albion is really well written out and I loved the raw way Fridgar reacts to everything. Finn, well he's a champ! Anyone that can survive that beastie deserves a solid bit of respect! :)
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