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entrancelogs2016-08-20 08:36 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-20 08:36 pm
[ open ] Come to me, child, and I shall embrace you.
Who: Cullen Rutherford (morework) & YOU
Where: Entrance Hall
When: 08/20-08/21, the night from Saturday to Sunday
Rating: PG-13 for blood and violence
Summary: Several months have passed in Thedas. Cullen is in the middle of fighting his way through a demon army, when Wonderland decides that it's time for him to come back. He has mixed feelings about the timing of that.
The Story:
Elsewhere
The cacophony of battle smothers most sounds easily, but in front of him Cullen hears the stone crack. Hundreds of winters in a single moment, warping even rock. He brings his shield up high, and lets the icy blast crash against it like a wave. He doesn't need its attention long: The creature's shriek rise and die in an instant. Cullen lowers cover, and nods his approval to the archers.
"Hesyll, keep your men by the gate!" he calls down, and makes for the next choke point. "Barwik, to the eastern battlements!"
Somewhere out of sight the blighted dragon lets out an ear-splitting roar. Cullen jumps a set of stairs, and forces back his last memories of the sound. Not this time. Not this time. Not this time, he repeats, until he stops running. Ahead of him his men - three, four, fi-- dead, four - stand against three demons, all red-glowing with rage.
"If they disappear on you, watch the ground! Heat will give away their location before they strike!"
Cullen closes the distance, and charges in. The metal of his blade hisses, but the demon recoils from the strike. Cullen does not like their odds. He brings his shield up, finds focus in one deep breath and--
Entrance Hall, 2:17 AM
--appears in a burst of white light, crying out furiously as the holy fire strikes a wave around him. His shield connects with a mirror, slamming into glass, not a demon. Cullen barely just turns his eyes from the shards. And then he draws back for the counterattack that never comes.
His eyes dart across his surroundings anxiously. He doesn't lower his weapons all the way.
"What in the Maker's name..."
His voice is small then, hoarse from shouts across the battlefield. He stands in a large entrance hall, covered in blood and dark ooze, and too many parts of his enemies. The side of his breastplate is dented in, a souvenir of three large claws. Only one of them broke skin. On his back the metal must have run too hot once, and he feels the burn underneath now. Even deeper underneath he suspects that something might not have taken one of the heavy falls well. Cullen swallows. He is impossibly thirsty.
All just as it was a second before, or so he thinks, if the battle had left him time to notice. Were it not for his surroundings. Because now that battle is gone, replaced by silence, and memories of a place called Wonderland, which rapidly start floating back to him...
[[ OOC: In case your character stands too close to Cullen when he appears, the thing he did, aka. Holy Smite, (1)(2)(3) is an ability that can deal spirit damage and knock back or stun an opponent. It will likely hurt a bit. If your character is a mage/wizard/spellcaster or any form of supernatural creature it will likely hurt a whole lot. We can hash out details together if you'd like, or you can just go with any amount/sort of effect/damage (or lack thereof) you'd like to play out! ]]
Other
[ Cullen will get cleaned up and spend the rest of the night wandering. He will be outdoors more likely than not, but I'll roll with any starter you give me! ]
morework) & YOUWhere: Entrance Hall
When: 08/20-08/21, the night from Saturday to Sunday
Rating: PG-13 for blood and violence
Summary: Several months have passed in Thedas. Cullen is in the middle of fighting his way through a demon army, when Wonderland decides that it's time for him to come back. He has mixed feelings about the timing of that.
The Story:
Elsewhere
The cacophony of battle smothers most sounds easily, but in front of him Cullen hears the stone crack. Hundreds of winters in a single moment, warping even rock. He brings his shield up high, and lets the icy blast crash against it like a wave. He doesn't need its attention long: The creature's shriek rise and die in an instant. Cullen lowers cover, and nods his approval to the archers.
"Hesyll, keep your men by the gate!" he calls down, and makes for the next choke point. "Barwik, to the eastern battlements!"
Somewhere out of sight the blighted dragon lets out an ear-splitting roar. Cullen jumps a set of stairs, and forces back his last memories of the sound. Not this time. Not this time. Not this time, he repeats, until he stops running. Ahead of him his men - three, four, fi-- dead, four - stand against three demons, all red-glowing with rage.
"If they disappear on you, watch the ground! Heat will give away their location before they strike!"
Cullen closes the distance, and charges in. The metal of his blade hisses, but the demon recoils from the strike. Cullen does not like their odds. He brings his shield up, finds focus in one deep breath and--
Entrance Hall, 2:17 AM
--appears in a burst of white light, crying out furiously as the holy fire strikes a wave around him. His shield connects with a mirror, slamming into glass, not a demon. Cullen barely just turns his eyes from the shards. And then he draws back for the counterattack that never comes.
His eyes dart across his surroundings anxiously. He doesn't lower his weapons all the way.
"What in the Maker's name..."
His voice is small then, hoarse from shouts across the battlefield. He stands in a large entrance hall, covered in blood and dark ooze, and too many parts of his enemies. The side of his breastplate is dented in, a souvenir of three large claws. Only one of them broke skin. On his back the metal must have run too hot once, and he feels the burn underneath now. Even deeper underneath he suspects that something might not have taken one of the heavy falls well. Cullen swallows. He is impossibly thirsty.
All just as it was a second before, or so he thinks, if the battle had left him time to notice. Were it not for his surroundings. Because now that battle is gone, replaced by silence, and memories of a place called Wonderland, which rapidly start floating back to him...
[[ OOC: In case your character stands too close to Cullen when he appears, the thing he did, aka. Holy Smite, (1)(2)(3) is an ability that can deal spirit damage and knock back or stun an opponent. It will likely hurt a bit. If your character is a mage/wizard/spellcaster or any form of supernatural creature it will likely hurt a whole lot. We can hash out details together if you'd like, or you can just go with any amount/sort of effect/damage (or lack thereof) you'd like to play out! ]]
Other
[ Cullen will get cleaned up and spend the rest of the night wandering. He will be outdoors more likely than not, but I'll roll with any starter you give me! ]
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They'd probably get a kick out of this--a templar who'd once thought killing them all was the best way to run a Circle now left to run the roost.
"Now this is more like it, back to the normal back-and-forth," Anders observes with mock-pleasure, pushing himself into a straighter standing position by the banister. He forces a smile. Luckily, his supply of fake smiles isn't attached to his supply of magic. "You don't need to remind me about Wonderland, I've been here the entire time. I should be asking you what you remember before you appeared out of thin air, sword swinging."
Nothing good, he'd wager. Cullen's thousand yard stare and obvious attempt to hold his tongue don't go unnoticed.