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(Lanaeis's nightmare battle with Siofra(Humanda))
[Sat Apr 19 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lanaeis says "Well damn. Here I was having a nice conversation. "
Siofra(Humanda) pops in like a figment of belief- dressed in real, designed in make believe.
Ezra looks over edith and sighs, "Oh my."
Lanaeis says "This is going to be awkward to explain..."
Edith says "I have no idea."
Ezra squints as he attempts to peer into the space around them, not waking up Edith but not leaving her side either.
"There he is." Edith tells Siofra(Humanda), launching a bar of dark sorcery towards the man.
Striding forward, Lanaeis engages Edith with a slash of his sword, responding to the dark sorcery being launched at him. "All for The Hand then? Well this is damn unfortunate for me." He catches the staff-warhammer, pushing it out to the side with the flat of his blade, opening Edith for his next attack...
Siofra(Humanda) bounds over, scrambling atop the counter as she flips her spear forward with one hand. With a final leap- the blow is obviously going wide.
But a tap near the haft is all that needs. It's a fencer's strike, for a point, maybe. Or maybe, just for the touch of quartz
"It would appear so. I was looking forward to fighting shoulder to shoulder through the Winter too." Edith sighs, her staff swinging around from that block into a bludgeoning strike, even as Siofra(Humanda) bounds in. "Unfortunate that, though these things are often unfortunate. Aside from this, you are having a nice day?" Conversational, Edith doesn't appear to care that speaking will slow her somewhat as to the curious way of supernatural combat.
Turning and sprinting out of melee range, Lanaeis glances back. "Doing well, yeah!" Lanaeis calls.
Keeping the spear point held like kryptonite- perhaps for her own sake as well as fencing Lanaeis, Siofra(Humanda) joins the flap of mouths with a darting nip at his shoulder.
"Wonderful." Edith responds with a motion, another off-handed bar of sorcery thrown at Lanaeis carelessly- It misses.
This time, Lanaeis does manage some distance. Not much, but every bit counts.
Without a shield for concern, and Lanaeis poked full of little chipped dream-cuts, Siofra(Humanda)'s gait is an easy pattern of zig zags and swipes. "Good morning, ehehe.." She manages to comment past her wild eyes- the fur on her face whipped back as she bolts forward and steals a strike over the handguard.
"Watch that step." Edith tells Lanaeis, staff coming in low as Edith moves in as a skid to trip the man, the hammer end raised to hammer the angel. "Siofra, you too are well?" she asks Siofra(Humanda).
Grunting as he hits the ground, and weakened from the quartz, Lanaeis twists and swings upward at Edith, the clash of sword meeting staff-thing ringing in the air. "Shit. Fuck you cross." He begins pushing himself back up, but at this point he's too weak to do more than struggle a bit.
"Oh- never again well but always feeling grand-" Siofra(Humanda) chimes back as she stops short of the prone figure. The light overhead is diffused by the dream-like space they find themselves in, casting Siofra(Humanda)'s irises completely black- only surrounded by more of it within the ovals of her fur pattern. A perfect stillness, predatory and waiting above a tree- or perhaps just lazy as she licks her chops.
And then, in an unstoppable puff of fur, Siofra(Humanda) sinks her teeth into Lanaeis's shoulder.
Lanaeis fades out of the nightmare.
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(Lanaeis's nightmare battle with Siofra(Humanda))
[Sat Apr 19 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lanaeis says "Well damn. Here I was having a nice conversation. "
Siofra(Humanda) pops in like a figment of belief- dressed in real, designed in make believe.
Ezra looks over edith and sighs, "Oh my."
Lanaeis says "This is going to be awkward to explain..."
Edith says "I have no idea."
Ezra squints as he attempts to peer into the space around them, not waking up Edith but not leaving her side either.
"There he is." Edith tells Siofra(Humanda), launching a bar of dark sorcery towards the man.
Striding forward, Lanaeis engages Edith with a slash of his sword, responding to the dark sorcery being launched at him. "All for The Hand then? Well this is damn unfortunate for me." He catches the staff-warhammer, pushing it out to the side with the flat of his blade, opening Edith for his next attack...
Siofra(Humanda) bounds over, scrambling atop the counter as she flips her spear forward with one hand. With a final leap- the blow is obviously going wide.
But a tap near the haft is all that needs. It's a fencer's strike, for a point, maybe. Or maybe, just for the touch of quartz
"It would appear so. I was looking forward to fighting shoulder to shoulder through the Winter too." Edith sighs, her staff swinging around from that block into a bludgeoning strike, even as Siofra(Humanda) bounds in. "Unfortunate that, though these things are often unfortunate. Aside from this, you are having a nice day?" Conversational, Edith doesn't appear to care that speaking will slow her somewhat as to the curious way of supernatural combat.
Turning and sprinting out of melee range, Lanaeis glances back. "Doing well, yeah!" Lanaeis calls.
Keeping the spear point held like kryptonite- perhaps for her own sake as well as fencing Lanaeis, Siofra(Humanda) joins the flap of mouths with a darting nip at his shoulder.
"Wonderful." Edith responds with a motion, another off-handed bar of sorcery thrown at Lanaeis carelessly- It misses.
This time, Lanaeis does manage some distance. Not much, but every bit counts.
Without a shield for concern, and Lanaeis poked full of little chipped dream-cuts, Siofra(Humanda)'s gait is an easy pattern of zig zags and swipes. "Good morning, ehehe.." She manages to comment past her wild eyes- the fur on her face whipped back as she bolts forward and steals a strike over the handguard.
"Watch that step." Edith tells Lanaeis, staff coming in low as Edith moves in as a skid to trip the man, the hammer end raised to hammer the angel. "Siofra, you too are well?" she asks Siofra(Humanda).
Grunting as he hits the ground, and weakened from the quartz, Lanaeis twists and swings upward at Edith, the clash of sword meeting staff-thing ringing in the air. "Shit. Fuck you cross." He begins pushing himself back up, but at this point he's too weak to do more than struggle a bit.
"Oh- never again well but always feeling grand-" Siofra(Humanda) chimes back as she stops short of the prone figure. The light overhead is diffused by the dream-like space they find themselves in, casting Siofra(Humanda)'s irises completely black- only surrounded by more of it within the ovals of her fur pattern. A perfect stillness, predatory and waiting above a tree- or perhaps just lazy as she licks her chops.
And then, in an unstoppable puff of fur, Siofra(Humanda) sinks her teeth into Lanaeis's shoulder.
Lanaeis fades out of the nightmare.