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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Wed Aug 28 2024]
At the shallows just off the beach
Just off the warm, sandy beach south of Devil's Hook Point, the strange microclimate here makes the shallow waters warm. Fish dart through the crystal-clear water, while sea-grass underwater floats back and forth with the tide as it rushes in and out. The winds here are always mild, giving the shallows a pleasant breeze without being too windy or so still as to be stifling.
It is morning, about 88F(31C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area.
"Why is there water?!" Korina is complaining already when she gets here, wrinkling up her nose and moving the way off and away to the side.
Isaiah says "Fuck, this takes forever."
"Wherever this guy is, I don't fucking see him," Isaiah calls over his shoulder, moving closer to the water to scan over its surface, pulling his shortbow from his back and knocking an arrow, eager to get the fight over with.
Konstantin rubs at his face, sitting up suddenly. "Ugh, shit. I was napping." Shaking his head vigorously, he presses a finger to his earpiece and calls out; "Find my signal, Breach in here now."
Konstantin slowly rises to his feet, snorting a bit before starting to wander out of the water. "Blyat.. "
Isaiah's glacial blue eyes shift towards Korina as she approaches, liquid fire dripping from his fingertips to pool upon the ground. The runes along his necklace begin to glow, and the floating eyeball within the attached vial suddenly shudders, then shifts to cast its crimson gaze upon her. "Alright, Shovel," he says to the puddle of flame at his feet that begins to take shape. "Let's get this one over with."
"Fucking shit," Isaiah mutters under his breath, his feet stuck in the mud at the shore, forcing him to rip and pull and tug himself along at a snail's pace. His lips tense in frustration, then he turns his magic onto Juniper(wolf), cycling through the list of spells he's memorized up to this point. "I have everything under control. This is fine," he insists.
Konstantin glances aside as with a muted thundercrack, vicious roided-out thug lurches into the nightmare beside him. "First breach is good, next go", Konstantin calls into a radio on his armour, watching from the back as Korina engages.
Isaiah says "The mud made me slip! You act like you've never stubbed your toe before! Or accidentally punched yourself in the mouth."
A Battle In The Nightmare 240829
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Wed Aug 28 2024]
At the shallows just off the beach
Just off the warm, sandy beach south of Devil's Hook Point, the strange microclimate here makes the shallow waters warm. Fish dart through the crystal-clear water, while sea-grass underwater floats back and forth with the tide as it rushes in and out. The winds here are always mild, giving the shallows a pleasant breeze without being too windy or so still as to be stifling.
It is morning, about 88F(31C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area.
"Why is there water?!" Korina is complaining already when she gets here, wrinkling up her nose and moving the way off and away to the side.
Isaiah says "Fuck, this takes forever."
"Wherever this guy is, I don't fucking see him," Isaiah calls over his shoulder, moving closer to the water to scan over its surface, pulling his shortbow from his back and knocking an arrow, eager to get the fight over with.
Konstantin rubs at his face, sitting up suddenly. "Ugh, shit. I was napping." Shaking his head vigorously, he presses a finger to his earpiece and calls out; "Find my signal, Breach in here now."
Konstantin slowly rises to his feet, snorting a bit before starting to wander out of the water. "Blyat.. "
Isaiah's glacial blue eyes shift towards Korina as she approaches, liquid fire dripping from his fingertips to pool upon the ground. The runes along his necklace begin to glow, and the floating eyeball within the attached vial suddenly shudders, then shifts to cast its crimson gaze upon her. "Alright, Shovel," he says to the puddle of flame at his feet that begins to take shape. "Let's get this one over with."
"Fucking shit," Isaiah mutters under his breath, his feet stuck in the mud at the shore, forcing him to rip and pull and tug himself along at a snail's pace. His lips tense in frustration, then he turns his magic onto Juniper(wolf), cycling through the list of spells he's memorized up to this point. "I have everything under control. This is fine," he insists.
Konstantin glances aside as with a muted thundercrack, vicious roided-out thug lurches into the nightmare beside him. "First breach is good, next go", Konstantin calls into a radio on his armour, watching from the back as Korina engages.
Isaiah says "The mud made me slip! You act like you've never stubbed your toe before! Or accidentally punched yourself in the mouth."