Most Damage for Day 2 Angwi Naga Clan - Eris - 19 Venus' Retinue - Kleta - 29
DAY 3 BONUSES Venus Mule rolled a 7 for today so it is the amount of healing done for your team if your pae rolls a 7 (on any dice). (Both Teams) If you roll doubles, your pae is inspired and given a boost in damage! (both teams) (Roll one more d10 - this applies to the mind controlled Erotes and Graces, too)
Venus's Retinue continues to push forward despite the strong reinforcements arriving for the Angwi Naga Clan.
Eris is displeased and plays her ace in the hole. She still has the ability to control the Erotes and Graces! She steps out quietly from the shadows of of a damaged column and lifts her hand into the air. With a flick of her wrist, she starts pantomiming the control of a marionette.
The eyes of each Erote and Grace glow purple, and Eris now is controlling their minds.
Pothos and Aglaia are not affected.
((This will last for this round ONLY. All rolls done by the Erotes and Graces will count towards damage done by the Angwi Naga Clan.
Player choice on how to respond to the mind control, because it is temporary for this one day only. Pothos and Aglaia were left out because Eris continues to torment them and wants them aware so they can be witness to their family's demise.))
Pae'il Name: Priya Day: 3 Who is engaged? Abhisneha and Aiolos
The two bodies clashed together, the angel just managing to escape her snapping fangs. She was luckier than herself, as she failed to do the same with Abby's sharp fingernails. She shrieked, her scales only managing to deflect some of the pressure. What insolence! How intolerable! "Get out of my home!" She yelled right before her head was yanked along with her body. She sharply pulled out of his grasp in a roll, hissing in a manner that would make lions back away in fear. Her gaze flicked back and forth from the two. She was young, inexperienced, and up against two adults who pulled no punches. For a moment her tough exterior broke as tears flashed into her eyes.
She was tainted. She was a naga. Strength and resolution of character were all that mattered in her clan.
But she was only a teenager.
It was only for a moment though before hatred took it's place again on her features. "You aren't worth my time!" She yelled once more before darting off, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Pae'il Name: Tristen Day: 3 Who is engaged? Harmonia and Jahleel
He couldn't be late again. Not again. So he gave his all as he slashed down, and thanked his lucky stars as the edge met flesh. If a week ago a pae told him he'd willfully hack into a pae's body, he'd laugh it off as a dream. But there was so...much...blood. Gushing out of the female. His eyes flicked to her to check on the female right before catching Jahleel movements. He jerked his head but a fraction too late. The males elbow crashed into his cheek instead of his nose, making the fae take a step to the side. His cheek cut into his teeth, bringing the taste of blood on the inside as the Naga's fist tore the outside for superficial scratches.
He spat out a mixture of blood and spit to the ground beside him.
Ewww.
"I dare." Now his pink blade was as strong as it was only from an intense desire to protect what he perceived as 'good' pae, the pae on Venus' side whom he genuinely loved. The residual love around him as other pae battled to defend their own loved ones helping to small degree. If he could only get more power...
Jahleel would be slow and relatively anchored down with his tail around the midnight haired female. His upper body would have the most amount of movement free. So as soon as his brave 'dare' left his lips, he swung his blade up around again as he lunged forward, aiming for Jahleels midrift as his put on blast his secondary passion power. Letting it burst out uncontrolled to amplify love to whoever was near.
Pae'il Name: Zulfiqar Day: 3 Who is engaged? None -> Miscellaneous harpy
As the teen slithered away from that deathtrap, the adrenaline fuzzed his might and brought a strange sort of smile to his lips. "Heh..." He smirked. "Psh..." He pursed his lips. "Bwaha...haha...ha...heh..." His hands moved up to cover the bright grin that was on his mouth, eyes darting. Oh... This... This was simply... Far too much fun.
Breath in, breath out.
Pausing, he carefully looked about, eyes looking for a new victim, a new kill. They stopped as they came to land on a harpy, not too far away.
Perfect.
To the shadows he went, stalking, just waiting for the right moment. The time he could... finally...
Lunge.
Forward he sprang, his movements not blocked by a random stone object this time as he came upon her back. Claws out, they grabbed unto the wings and pierced deeply as he pressed them against her back. As she screeched, he leaned forward to bury his fangs in the side of her neck, tail wrapping around her midsection and squeezing in the process.
Pae'il Name: Hjortur Day: 3 Who is engaged? Caine -> Emperor Jahleel, Harmonia, and Tristen
At his new acquaintance's insistence, Hjortur gave a single nod to acknowledge his desire to treat his wounds at a later time. Without any nearby specialized in healing, it was perhaps only reasonable.
Spirits help him, he was beginning to think as a guard-in-training again. What would his father say.
...
"Just under a year now... Eris brought them during the engagement party." Nasty things they were, really. Hjortur wasn't an aggressive naiad, oh no. He was entirely like his mother in that respect. Peace-loving, compassionate, passive... But the stability of his new-and-growing family was on the line now, and he couldn't let that pass. His eyes scanned the battlefield, looking if there was anypae that needed a tactical retreat.
His eyes widened as they found the king, or more specifically, Harmonia.
"Oh great water spirits..."
Looking to Caine, he gave him a single pat on the shoulder before taking his bone flute in hand. "It appears I am needed in the fray once more..." His look became serious. "Find a healer. I am fetching one who needs help far more than you did."
This was suicide.
Taking a moment to breathe and calm himself, he brought his flute to his lips and began playing the most powerful song in his knowledge. He could feel the power, the need to make merry; he could see it in all those he passed, their eyes immediately glazing over as he passed their proximity. It was only momentarily, though, as he passed through. No sooner was he away did they return to their fighting, unawares of the temporary truce.
Forward he walked, quickly, but deliberately, to the king.
Pae'il Name: Emperor Jahleel Day: 3 Who is engaged? (Harmonia) Tristen and Hjortur
That incessant wench.
A mere mortal dared to challenge him? What a fool.
He had caught the emperor a little off-guard the first time, but now his attention was fully focused on him. That, and his blood was beginning to boil with passion for the fight, for the kill. This... This very art of war was what Jahleel loved. The taste of blood and the feeling of watching others crumble before his ruthless figure was a sort of ecstasy that he could, and he would, never rid himself of. But even more than the actual clash of swords, the emperor loved being able to play with the defeated afterwards. Slowly reopening wounds, picking them apart piece... by piece... Ah... What absolute pleasure! A twisted grin formed on his lips.
It was best when his opponent were misguided, arrogant because they happened to have some natural talent. One could only hope to get so far without real battle training, though. Those who held it could easily tell whom lacked.
This fae had certainly never need a battle before, no. Not with that priceless expression, the mix of hatred, fear, defiance.
Too obvious, too slow.
A sharp tone reverberated as steel hit steel, the sword's blade on the inner curvature of Jahleel's. Immediately he pulled to the side and twisted his, intending to use the hook to pull the weapon from the novice's hands. He hardly noticed how his underestimating the power allowed the tip to graze his shoulder in the process, senses dulled by the thrill of the fight.
If the disarmament was successful, he reached forward to grab the fey, his own sword raised, ready to finish this...!
What on earth was that blasted, noise, vibrating through his eardrums?!
Pae'il Name: Beldaran Day: 3 Who is engaged? changing to the super naga attacking darius Bel was continuously taunting the beige pae... Until she saw her brother go down "Darius!" she cried out and raced to his side as he was let go. She did not try to try to stop the beige pae from escaping, her brother was down and she felt she was of a better help at his side. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size" she yelled loudly into the head of the attacking pae. This may have been ironic consider they themselves hadn't even followed this moments before. She stooped to scoop a couple rocks from the ground and just before she felt herself being pulled back she threw them at the pae. Again not one of Bel's finest moments but she'd not had to fight an adversary like this one before. "Why couldn't it just be normal pae" she mutters quietly towards her brother.
Pae'il Name: Darius Day: 3 Who is engaged? changing to the super naga attacking darius Darius was getting there, he could see the progress he was making trapping the beige pae. And he was starting to get a lil too sure it would work enough so he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, suddenly the male felt himself squeezed and released, it completely broke his concentration on the soil as he coughed and tried to gather his breath once more. He did not see the beige pae amscraying the scene, and while he was in pain he had a new enemy near to deal with. He looked up to see an adult of these weird pae, and it looked far stronger then the previous, "oh damn" he whispers, this was gonna be not easy at all. He pushed to stand up and back away a bit pulling Beldaran with him, he sent a heavy tremor towards this new pae, though he had some doubts about it's effectiveness since he was still having a hard time catching his breath.
Pae'il Name: Sparrow Day: 3 Who is engaged? Sen'ka
Though those arms might have seemed like a good idea at the time, perhaps the naga was having second thoughts as the harpy bit down. Hard. The familiar taste of iron wet her lips and its smell filled her nostrils. Each time the grip lessened was another opportunity to wedge her nose in, her chin going down to prevent the further blockage of air.
If the was still a child, she probably would have been quite frightened right now.
The child wanted down...? FINE. Sparrow would let her down.
In an instant, her injured wings folded against her body, streamlining the figure as gravity took hold of them. It was a familiar feeling to have her weight give out from below, almost familiar even. The harpy made a backflip, slowly turning before heading down, head first. Her talons and claws gripped the snake's body, forcefully pulling to get her off, her body beginning to rapidly spin.
All she needed was for the naga to lose her grip in one place, and centrifugal force would do the rest.
Pae'il Name: Fidi Day: 3 Who is engaged? Aglaia Fidi hissed happily when her tail hit home and she saw the winged pae start to fall, but then it caught itself "dammit" she hissed angrily and was about to move in for another attack when the arrow hit her point blank in the face. Fidi screamed, that hurt! her scream was high pitch but it ended in a spazzed coughing fit that made her double over, she sputtered and coughed and wheezed, it did NOT help that the female was pushing more of the pink cloud at her with her wings. It hit her that there was a new scent with this pink powder and my oh my it stank! "How... how dare.. *cough cough* you make me... *cough cough* the prettiest.. *cough cough* naga here... *cough cough* STINK!" she started to yell ... well best she could as she coughed every couple words and was sliding backwards more with each word trying to wave away the pink cloud, she didnt even notice the oncoming pae as he skip-ran towards the pair of them. Her tail moved wildly back and forth on the ground as she moved back, if she chould just get out of the pink cloud and catch her breath perhaps she could make another attempt at this winged pae.
She missed claiming one of those glorious feathers!
Oh well. It was something she could easily claim once the half-bird was dead.
Her grin turned malicious as she noticed her tail nearly to his chest. She'd have a wonderful meal afterall! All she needed to do was move up one more coil and then the squeezing would begin!
His words didn't deter her. In fact, they actually made her grin darken even more! She had a retort to give just on him calling her a worm... She was definitely NOT a worm. Worms were far beneath them. And not to mention, gross. Seema was far from gross! She was the prettiest of all her clan! Well, aside from her mother. Her mother was by for the most beautiful of them all. But she shoved all those thoughts aside for something far more delicious!
With a giggle, she traced a finger along his cheek.
"Why would I go squeezing apples when I have a perfectly delectable morsel right here?" As a finishing touch, she licked her lips. Oh, yes! She'd enjoy every single savory bite of this one. He fought so strongly to stay alive! She could feel every single one of his muscles under her coils. His body was radiating with pure adrenaline! She practically drooled at the idea of eating him!
"You'd make for one savory apple, if you'd prefer to be coined as a fruit, instead!" she chuckled. The imagery alone - him being a giant, winged blueberry - brought forth a bit of a laugh. She'd much sooner eat a rat than fruit, but it was still a funny image, at least!
She was still dodging his flailing arm. A few small grazes here and there, but nothing quite as deep as the one that had set her off earlier. They were all minor skin abrasions. All of which would be easily ignored after a single shedding.
It wasn't until he started flapping and lifting them both off the ground did her expression change. A sharp gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened.
Damn those wings! She should have wrapped those up instead.
At first, it would feel as though she was actually sliding off! However, merely a coil or two released, giving her more than enough of her body back to still hold on to him, but rise so that she would appear as though she was standing right in front of him. Her upper half was now completely upright. Her tail, however, coiled and gripped him tighter around the middle, not showing any hope of letting him go.
Rage and fear swirled in her eyes, panic starting to rise in her expressions. "What do you think you are doing?!" she nearly shouted at him. She gazed downward as the floor started to - slowly? - drop beneath them. "Stop this! Stop this right now!!"
It was one thing to be up high due to her own methods. She had control over how high she was. She could regulate how and when she would fall then. However... which this wretched half-bird at the helm, she'd be completely at his mercy! He'd know his own limits! If he was able, he could easily fly high and drop them both if he knew he'd survive it. She'd be helpless to his methods then!
"No... Nono! Not higher!"
She scrambled then, coiling so tightly against him frame that she wrapped her arms around his head, literally shoving his head against her chest. Her heart was now racing in her chest. She was doing so well, earlier! Why did uncontrollable heights have scare her so much?!
"Put me down, at once!" She then growled deeply. "I... am NOT afraid to kill you up there, either!" She meant it too! Granted, she'd probably get badly injured in the process.... or... or die oh dang...... But at least that would be one less Pae to attack her family and her home.
Pae'il Name: Kleta Day: 3 Who is engaged? Abhisneha and Aiolos (and fleeing Priya maybe)
Kleta was flying away from the blasted naga, he had gaven her a good cut on her leg, but she was certain that her wound to him was potentially lethal. Kleta wasn't about to stick around and find out what happened to him though, he was at least going to be out of the fight which was what they needed. As she was flying away, she was looking for a pae that might need assistance, especially from these more aggressive naga. Before she found someone, though, a switch in her brain flipped. Then Kleta saw it, a young naga fleeing from two adult pae that were ganging up on her.
One of the adults was one of her cousin's offspring, undeniably, she looked like a more feminine Pothos. "I would expect better behavior from one of Pothos'." Kleta remarked as she touched down in between the two pae and the naga who was quickly leaving. "Two adults taking on a child, hardly fair... I didn't know Pothos was capable of raising a bully... I suppose that must be your mortal side..." Kleta's voice was dark and not her own as she continued her brief monologue. "Why don't you take me on for size?" Kleta teased Abbi with a dangerous looking smirk on her face. She followed it up with a battle cry to challenge the girl.
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Takshaka gets an extra roll for the day from hearing Kleta's battle cry
Pae'il Name: Eros Day: 3 Who is engaged? Super Naga -> Hjortur
Eros was happily raining arrows of stabbity down on the super naga when he felt something enter his brain.
No.
It crawled over, like slime, placing itself in his head and worming itself into every crevice. His body screamed, his mind begged, but it came at no prevail. Truly, it had sunken into his brain, and he froze for a moment, paralyzed in his actions against the super naga.
And then, it hit him.
Why was he fighting the naga?
Immediately, his gaze shifted away, his eyes no longer a lovely blue but a chilly, sickening purple, sweeping the crowd for some of Eris' own that needed the help of the leader of the Erotes.
Ah, yes, The Great Emperor.
His eyes swept over to Jahleel, watching as the snake seemed to freeze and register a strange noise. A moment, and then another, as he looked over to find what must have been the problem -- and he spotted Hjortur, one of Thalia's fools. Oh, what a fool! Did he not know the truth of Eris, and that she was the way?
Perfect.
Without a single word, the possessed Eros lifted his bow, loaded two arrows, and sent them flying right towards Hjortur, in an attempt to interrupt his actions.
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Eros was happily raining arrows of stabbity down on the super naga when he felt something enter his brain.