it's a dead man's party; who could ask for more

[deadelfwalking]

Date & Time: Afternoon of July 13th
Location: The ~Realm of Shadows~
Characters: ALL Y'ALL
Summary: Koltira is a miserable bastard who can't handle his own shit and so needs the rest of the island to do it for him; how pathetic
Warnings: undead demon-things in ur business



As its name implies, the realm of shadows is a dark place. It's a plane of existence that runs parallel to the physical world, and so in appearance the terrain is similar to the forests of Exsilium's Outlands. The grass is dry and dead, the earth covered with leaf litter and tiny, scuttling insects. The trees are warped, and seem to stretch out for miles towards the sky. Their black branches are twisted and gnarled, and gleaming eyes blink warily from within their hollows. The sky doesn't look the same, either: the clouds are a dark, swirling mass, like a vortex suspended upside-down. The environment seems to shift and pulse and blur as you walk through it, disorienting you.

And, of course, there are the shadow creatures. Their numbers have swollen over the past week, and they are gliding and hissing everywhere. They travel in large packs, and once they spot someone out of place--someone meant for the physical world--they descend like locusts. And they are fast.

Their whispers carry more weight here, accompanied by the influence of their own magic. Words that a person might have shrugged off in the street now twist in the gut, even if irrationally. And those words are accompanied by lunging claws and open, eager jaws, full of sharp, jagged teeth.

A few solid hits are all it takes to defeat these creatures, but they're so quick and so numerous that it's difficult to pin them down. You'll need to be quick, too, and precise.

[OOC: If you'd like me to NPC the shadow-beasts/communicate with Koltira (aside from the 'ok we're done take us out', which you can handwave), mark the thread with three asterisks: ***. Otherwise, do as you will: remember, the demons are much stronger and more numerous here, and their psychological hissing has magical weight behind it in this plane! You may also come across one of these guys if you're particularly unlucky ...]

Comments

[jailbreaks]

[If anyone looks like he's having the time of his life, it's Yuri. They may not be strong, but the numbers are extraordinary, enough to have him panting just a little. It's kind of like a coliseum battle, just without the near deafening audience cheering him on. But Yuri's quick to strike, though at times misses the monsters due to their speed sometimes being just a little quicker.

Still, the battle has been taking a toll on Yuri. His arms has been scraped pretty badly, along with other little scratches visible on his body. Nothing to keep him down, but enough to realize just how privileged he was to have a a healer back home.

Whelp... time to get back into the battle.]

[chore_boy]

What an uneasy place. [Coby commented offhandedly, just after making a medium-sized crater appear in the landscape with a well placed overhand haymaker. Shadows scattered like wisps and blades of grass whenever he came across them and struck them. His fists and parts of his forearms were coated black, as if he stained them with oil.]

This sky... [He knew it was supposed to be a strange place, but witnessing it firsthand gave him an even deeper impression. Coby, drawing himself away from the moment, felt the presence of Yuri out in the distance--rushing to approach in the event that he would need help. Coby showed up, kicking a shadow square in the back and sending it spearing into the ground, turning up a layer of bedrock as a result. Garp scarcely taught him to be gentle.]

Mr. Lowell!

[jailbreaks]

[Well, there's a sight for sore eyes. Yuri was never one to really care for those he roomed with, but he kinda was fond of this kid. That superhuman strength never ceased to amaze him at all.

Wiping a little bit of blood off of his mouth, Yuri turned to the other with almost a sadistic grin on his face.]

Well, look who turned up. Gotta admit, your timing is impeccable.

[chore_boy]

[Coby walked along the perimeter of the nearby dirt road, circling the next round of shadows to come in. He popped his knuckles loudly, his expression becoming that of complete and utter seriousness. Though it was good to see Yuri, Coby was someone who could remain 'all business' when in a violent conflict.

He regarded Yuri with a brief nod, keeping his attention on the other young man. Given that the shadows could have come from anywhere, it was best to be as cautious as possible.]

I was advised to remain in my own area, but I suppose I'm not the best at maintaining order these days.