Lands of the Damned [Event]
Apr 19, 2017 11:03:24 GMT -7
Post by Necromancer of the West on Apr 19, 2017 11:03:24 GMT -7
Rael wanted to laugh at the insults that sang true, but laughing at such a time would more than likely get himself maimed. The travel from the paths were still charred and malformed, with the sky illuminating with dark, rolling thunder clouds, and lightning dancing and striking one another in the clouds. Grin still in place, he decided to ignore the rest of the crew, save for Sayuri. Whatever made the mark was close, close enough to where Rael would be unable to fight and protect himself. He purposely walked at a slower pace, to allow him to be towards the end of the group, but more towards the middle. His grin faltered for a moment and lapsed into a frown. When Heather mentioned that they were in the first cursed zone, it made sense. The wisp and whispers of a dark aura flared before his eyes.
Bloodlust. That is all he gathered from such putrid aura. Whatever it was it was itching for a fight. A faux grin in place, he badgered, once again, the more violent inclined members of their entourage. "Well well, It looks like you guys are in luck! Something is out to get us and is wanting a good fight." Rael chuckled softly, but still remembering what the swordsman said. He wanted to see the rest of us fight, which did not bode well for Rael.
When Heather stopped, she seemed more tense than previously. She was staring deeply off in the distance, far enough to where Rael could barely make out appropriate shapes, but he did recognize the aura that was blazing from the entity. Fear. Fear was what Rael was feeling currently. His body nor abilities were suited towards a mass fight, especially with one that he had no element of surprise. With a solemn smile, he began to speak directly to Heather. "I do say, this is rather frightening. I think I shall decline. My abilities are rather limited right now, and I serve better as eyes, foreground knowledge and entertainment! My illusions will have no effect on such beings most likely. I will attempt to help, but I will not be in the way. In other words, do not count on me for fighting." Rael spoke rather bluntly on his lack of power, but anything to stay alive in this cursed land. He slowly walked backwards from the rest of the group, despite knowing such action is considered cowardly.
Bloodlust. That is all he gathered from such putrid aura. Whatever it was it was itching for a fight. A faux grin in place, he badgered, once again, the more violent inclined members of their entourage. "Well well, It looks like you guys are in luck! Something is out to get us and is wanting a good fight." Rael chuckled softly, but still remembering what the swordsman said. He wanted to see the rest of us fight, which did not bode well for Rael.
When Heather stopped, she seemed more tense than previously. She was staring deeply off in the distance, far enough to where Rael could barely make out appropriate shapes, but he did recognize the aura that was blazing from the entity. Fear. Fear was what Rael was feeling currently. His body nor abilities were suited towards a mass fight, especially with one that he had no element of surprise. With a solemn smile, he began to speak directly to Heather. "I do say, this is rather frightening. I think I shall decline. My abilities are rather limited right now, and I serve better as eyes, foreground knowledge and entertainment! My illusions will have no effect on such beings most likely. I will attempt to help, but I will not be in the way. In other words, do not count on me for fighting." Rael spoke rather bluntly on his lack of power, but anything to stay alive in this cursed land. He slowly walked backwards from the rest of the group, despite knowing such action is considered cowardly.