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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Jun 27 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is night, about 81F(27C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Meridith slides back as the nightmare encloses around them. Her bow slips into hand firing off a shot toward Nikolai. "Hello, once more, my friend."
"I was hoping it would not be you," Nikolai sighs, ducking under Meridith's whizzing arrow. "I didn't bring my fun toys. Only something for the fucking shapeshifters." He eyes the arrow where it embeds itself into the earth behind him, then praises, "You are a more deadly shot than I thought." He flicks his hammer towards Meridith, scattering mild flames that highlight her figure - making his next shot a little easier to predict.
Meridith shrugs helplessly. "What can ya do, fate wants us fighting, I'm afraid." She fires off another arrow toward Nikolai then gets a little more distance just for the moment, trying to gauge him.
The next burst of fire rushes out hotter and faster, swept low along the ground to try and burn Meridith's feet. In the absence of caltrops, what else can Nikolai do? He grins a little and ducks the next arrow, content to keep the space for now. "It would seem so," he agrees. "But I was not expecting a sword specialist to be such a good shot."
Meridith winces flames flashing across her, she dives and avoids it but it sears. She rolls and darts a bit closer. "Potent magic," she complains.
"Not true sorcery," Nikolai admits, letting Meridith approach as his armour reinforces itself with something older - armour from the frozen North. "But the fire of the forge burns hot in me, and I can direct it to some degree." He points his hammer at Meridith, pelting a few smaller fireballs at her one after the other, though they move too slowly through the air to not be dodged. He doesn't have the velocity of a physical projectile, it seems.
Meridith nods, clearing the distance between them in a quick spring of motion, followed by a careful thrust. She doesn't overcommit, perhaps sensing the use of his arm. Then she pivots and knocks Nikolai's weapon out of reach. "True sorcery? It hurts, hardly matters." She moves between the flames readying herself for the next attack.
Those flames of his aren't much good with the hammer out of his grip, and Nikolai jukes backwards as he snatches up the fallen handle of the hammer, instead channeling flame from the flat of his palm to splash up a warding flare of light. "My fire does not hurt vampires so badly," he admits, gritting his teeth at the pain in his arm. "But it is on me for not carrying specialised equipment."
Meridith lurches forward like a wraith, blade slamming against his arm. "The gap between us larger than fire will solve," she says, almost apologetically.
Even if he's losing the fight, Nikolai isn't the type to sandbag it out. He grits his teeth and pushes forwards, swinging his hammer up and back down in an overhead blow upon Meridith, slamming uncomfortably against her blade. He's strong - but not as strong as he could be. It looks like whatever battery powers his suit is dead or dying, and the plates are unresponsive in reflecting away much kinetic force. He's more vulnerable in melee than he should be - an ideal opening for a blade disciple like Meridith.
Meridith glides backwards, doing a glancing shot against Nikolai, realizing his powered armor, her brow razes and she sweeps for a leg to slow him. "You're quite equipped," she notes.
Flicking out a hand as he crashes down to a knee, Nikolai grunts, "Equipment is my specialty. Not the actual fighting. Next time, I am bringing Jane. And probably Korina." He chuckles lowly, unabashed by the dishonour in relying on his flunkies to fight with him. He was an engineer, after all - of course he would use the materials afforded to him. A thin bolt of fire splashes out from those outstretched fingers, but it's poorly aimed - just a bit of hip fire as he goes down.
Meridith nods to Nikolai. "Of course, it's not a party with just two people," she offers with a smile. Then, a swift step, a flash of her blade, and a thin cut across his arm. "Good fight," she offers with sincerity.
Nikolai fades out of the nightmare.
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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Jun 27 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is night, about 81F(27C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Meridith slides back as the nightmare encloses around them. Her bow slips into hand firing off a shot toward Nikolai. "Hello, once more, my friend."
"I was hoping it would not be you," Nikolai sighs, ducking under Meridith's whizzing arrow. "I didn't bring my fun toys. Only something for the fucking shapeshifters." He eyes the arrow where it embeds itself into the earth behind him, then praises, "You are a more deadly shot than I thought." He flicks his hammer towards Meridith, scattering mild flames that highlight her figure - making his next shot a little easier to predict.
Meridith shrugs helplessly. "What can ya do, fate wants us fighting, I'm afraid." She fires off another arrow toward Nikolai then gets a little more distance just for the moment, trying to gauge him.
The next burst of fire rushes out hotter and faster, swept low along the ground to try and burn Meridith's feet. In the absence of caltrops, what else can Nikolai do? He grins a little and ducks the next arrow, content to keep the space for now. "It would seem so," he agrees. "But I was not expecting a sword specialist to be such a good shot."
Meridith winces flames flashing across her, she dives and avoids it but it sears. She rolls and darts a bit closer. "Potent magic," she complains.
"Not true sorcery," Nikolai admits, letting Meridith approach as his armour reinforces itself with something older - armour from the frozen North. "But the fire of the forge burns hot in me, and I can direct it to some degree." He points his hammer at Meridith, pelting a few smaller fireballs at her one after the other, though they move too slowly through the air to not be dodged. He doesn't have the velocity of a physical projectile, it seems.
Meridith nods, clearing the distance between them in a quick spring of motion, followed by a careful thrust. She doesn't overcommit, perhaps sensing the use of his arm. Then she pivots and knocks Nikolai's weapon out of reach. "True sorcery? It hurts, hardly matters." She moves between the flames readying herself for the next attack.
Those flames of his aren't much good with the hammer out of his grip, and Nikolai jukes backwards as he snatches up the fallen handle of the hammer, instead channeling flame from the flat of his palm to splash up a warding flare of light. "My fire does not hurt vampires so badly," he admits, gritting his teeth at the pain in his arm. "But it is on me for not carrying specialised equipment."
Meridith lurches forward like a wraith, blade slamming against his arm. "The gap between us larger than fire will solve," she says, almost apologetically.
Even if he's losing the fight, Nikolai isn't the type to sandbag it out. He grits his teeth and pushes forwards, swinging his hammer up and back down in an overhead blow upon Meridith, slamming uncomfortably against her blade. He's strong - but not as strong as he could be. It looks like whatever battery powers his suit is dead or dying, and the plates are unresponsive in reflecting away much kinetic force. He's more vulnerable in melee than he should be - an ideal opening for a blade disciple like Meridith.
Meridith glides backwards, doing a glancing shot against Nikolai, realizing his powered armor, her brow razes and she sweeps for a leg to slow him. "You're quite equipped," she notes.
Flicking out a hand as he crashes down to a knee, Nikolai grunts, "Equipment is my specialty. Not the actual fighting. Next time, I am bringing Jane. And probably Korina." He chuckles lowly, unabashed by the dishonour in relying on his flunkies to fight with him. He was an engineer, after all - of course he would use the materials afforded to him. A thin bolt of fire splashes out from those outstretched fingers, but it's poorly aimed - just a bit of hip fire as he goes down.
Meridith nods to Nikolai. "Of course, it's not a party with just two people," she offers with a smile. Then, a swift step, a flash of her blade, and a thin cut across his arm. "Good fight," she offers with sincerity.
Nikolai fades out of the nightmare.