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Jack Anders

Guess I’ll go first. If you guys see me go splat, I probably got Astor’s chute, just saying.

Going on three, two, one-LAUNCH!

Having volunteered to serve as the test dummy, Jack rocketed forth into the air with a tense expression etched upon his face. It would quickly yield way however to look of euphoria as the man found himself over sixty meters into the air. Quickly deploying his parachute, he’d let out a silent prayer while surveying the grounds below. From the looks of it, there was both good and bad news.

The good news was that his life line wasn’t defective, a very realistic threat considering the shoddy craftsmanship he had seen earlier at the sewing circle. The bad news was that they were going to be in for a tough fight.

Without much delay, the man would begin his own preparations for the landing. His lips mumbling at a fervent pace, he’d reach forward with an outstretched hand while tugging at the parachute just moments prior to landing. Feet clapping firmly upon solid ground and now free of his restraints, the man finished his incantation. "Tangus jalaran akula khetsaram, damen sinur idish!"

A translucent barrier of light quickly formed, cordoning off an entire section of the battlements. It would serve as a protective shield to dampen the enemy attacks while offering a safe landing point for the others. Speaking back into the voice comms once more, he’d notify the others of their foothold while focusing his energy to maintain the defensive measure.

Jack Anders

Aim for the light barrier on your way down. The shiny stuff is your friend.

52 + 30 = 82
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Sera swallowed hard as she approached the oakheart that would be throwing her. "Aim well," she requested. "You're throwing two." She placed her hand on her stomach as the creature lifted her into the air, preparing to throw her. "Oh gods and goddesses, this was a terrible idea," she muttered. She checked to be sure her parachute was on right. It was. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

Before she knew it, suddenly she was flying through the air. She screamed, having totally not been prepared whatsoever. As she neared the third floor, she yanked open the parachute. The sudden jolt shook her body, and she fought hard to keep her stomach in order. Before long, her feet touched down on the ground, and she bent over and hurled. She coughed and spat, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. She patted her stomach. "You shouldn't be doing this to me yet," she muttered.

When she was better, she quickly made her way to the area Jack had sectioned off. "Right, what's the plan?" She asked, keeping low.

36 + 20 = 56
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Gwyn stood with her feet shoulder width apart, hands on her hips, and eyes locked on their target. Her longbow was securely fastened to her back as well as the parachute she'd need to not get brained on the stones or miss and be made into a puddle of gore. She loved the thrill and the heights, but she was aware that dying sucked. She'd already fallen off a god-damned mountain through a sea of clouds and been made into said puddle of gore. The hunter was quite confident that she didn't need to do it a second time.

She checked the lines of her parachute, one she'd snagged from Sera's ridiculously massive pile of crafted chutes rather than her own work, and nodded at the Oakheart waiting. She stepped up onto the wooden flesh of the druid with a sharp nod and wildly pleased expression. She couldn't fucking wait! Also, the whole turning into a giant tree person was cool and thus being shot putted sixty meters into freefall was thus even cooler than normal means of being suddenly sixty meters up. Though she couldn't think of a situation to match that beyond this off the top of her head.

The woman shook herself back to attention as the Oakheart drew back a hand to ready tossing her and- slipped. The "solid ground" beneath her feet meant nothing if the angle suddenly pitched back and the rugged bark was too wet to offer enough grip. Gwyn found herself pinwheeling her arms as she slid backwards before she managed at the last minute to grab onto one of the root-like fingers of the shifter. "Hey! I don't have roots here, be careful!" She called over the rain and beginning sounds of the battle only to receive the most unimpressed look she had ever seen on a tree. Admittedly it was the first unimpressed look she'd seen on a tree. "Yeah, yeah just wind up and get ready to throw me right this time, please?"

2 + 15 = 17
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Sighing, Earley climbed down from out of the siege tower’s roof and side when it finally connected with the walls, aware that his napping was officially over. It was now time for him to earn his keep, as it were, and so he went in search of Merkaba to receive orders on what she expected him to do. Joining the ground assault would be totally foolish of him but on the other hand, he did not relish the idea of being lobbed through the air like stone to be skipped. Splattered. Smashed. All across the top of the castle. When he spotted Merkaba at long last it appeared as though she were being flung upwards and onto the rooftop. Well, that settled it… if he didn’t remain close to her, she would likely complain he hadn’t done anything the entire invasion and come up with some demented punishment for him. Like… introducing Rein to karaoke, god forbid.

Approaching the oakhearts, he allowed himself to be outfitted with a parachute and climbed up into its hand, focusing on the area of lights someone had made for them to land in.

“Throw me just behind that witch,” he instructed the druid, trying to loosen himself as it began to wind back for the throw. He curled up into a ball to make himself more aerodynamic and less likely to break a limb upon release, because he had no idea how severe wind resistance was going to be... His stomach churned and his body felt as though it was being crushed as it suddenly launched forward, the world reeling away from him, stars spinning past ground as he tumbled upwards higher and higher, falling towards the sky.

THEME

As soon as he had counted to three he lifted his head and reoriented his body, opening the parachute upon the decent from his throw’s zenith. It caught the wind and carried him down, his body twisting against its strings to try and steer awkwardly towards the lights. It did not appear as though he was going to make it, precisely, and so with a heavy sigh he released himself from the parachute when he was still a good six meters up, not wanting to get carried past the rooftop and out into the forest beyond. Falling, he let his rogue abilities take over, rolling him across the top of the battlements safely.

53 + 15 = 68
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Merkaba was relieved that finally these preparations were finished. The rain was making her wet and uncomfortable. Merkaba did not need comfort of course, but she did not care for being drenched either. She was a scientist and a witch... she should not have to deal with construction work like some big oaf. The shouts and warcrys were a pleasant thing to hear though even with the muffling of the rain. Finally maybe she could reap some souls and be done with this. Her plan was on hold while this wretched battle played out. Heading towards the large locked gate she began to chant. This would be nothing. Merkaba would rot it into the gro-

A massive hand swept over her grabbing the witch out of nowhere!

"What? Imbecile do you wan-"

A deep moan sounded as the massive Oakheart hurled her through the air and she did not even have a parachute! The witch shouted something that was pretty obscene before taking action to save herself from a gory end. Her wings were not for much but they could at the least slow her descent some. Using them to glide a bit she saw someone else with a chute flying over it was that @Jack Anders fool... fine whatever worked at this point. The witch would grasp onto his side as she sped past. Using him to offer her a safer landing. After making it to the 3rd floor by such a clumsy method. The witch would find herself alone with some others now landing as well. Jack created a barrier again. Urgh wretched man. She would protect herself without help from the false gods.

Generating her Malefic Spheres spell to deflect incoming attacks and keep melee fighters at bay she summoned her scythe. She took no time heading for the first indoors entrance she could. She was wet and frustrated enough... there was going to be much reaping to come.

Merkaba

Lost sheep, your time of judgement is here. Darkness seeks your souls. Your pain and anguish will be felt across the dimensions. Reliqua tyrannidis eius!

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Astor have never had problem with height in real life, which made this strategy a lot more palatable. To get flung 60 meters in the air? That’s absolutely madness, especially in this rainy weather. Astor prayed to whatever gods that existed in Terrasphere for his safe landing. Actually, it was a safer bet for him to pray that he didn’t get the parachute that he made himself.

After the Oakheart grabbed him, Astor resisted the urge to hold on tightly so the Oakheart could fling him as far as it can. Although he wanted to scream from the force and speed at which he flew, he could only mutter a muffled yell. "Shiiiiiiiiiiit, aaaaaah!!!"

Once he reached the apex of the throw, Astor quickly deployed his parachute. Fortunately, it wasn’t any of the ones he made. Given the quality, it was likely to have been made by Jack.

While he was dodging the arrows whizzing past him, he activated a new spell he had learned a while ago, one that was less about destruction and more controlled and precise. “Fyren gazak obtu noreh nasistu orwe…” he muttered the incantation under his breath. With that spell, he made small fire at the palm of his hands, which he used to heat up the rain around him, turning them into fog-like mist.

When he had to manipulate his parachute to make a proper landing, he of course aimed for the barrier Jack had created when he was the first to land. Leave it to Jack to always be the guy everyone can depend on. Despite his temper and the lashing tongue, the guy gets things done when he needs to.

As he made a soft landing, he spotted a woman he had known off-handedly, she was a member from VALOR, he believed. @Sera Phim

“Okay, we’ve made it, let’s cover for some of the others here. It won’t be long before this place is swarmed with enemies," he spoke to @Jack Anders.

77 + 40 = 117
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Waiting, and subsequently hurtling through the air at what felt like a hundred miles per hour gave her ample time to think that signing up for this had been a terrible idea. Amane had picked the air raid because she'd figured that she'll be of more use there, rather than stuck in the middle of a hoard of people, futilely aiming spells and struggling up metre by metre, but she swore, if she crashed into the wall because of this she was going straight back down to the ground forces, and then she'll strangle (okay, maybe not strangle. She would...she would glare) at whoever came up with this hair-brained scheme. Was it the Admiral? She thought it was the Admiral.

Thankfully, she soared above the wall by quite a bit, arching on top of the 3rd story of the castle. Almost too late, Amane realised that she was going to crash if she didn't release the parachute, and she quickly pulled the strings as instructed, the force nearly giving her whiplash, but probably saved her ass from being creamed on the castle roof. She'd noticed that a couple of people chose to rush the landing, risking disorienting themselves in the process, but allowed them to reach the castle and be of use far sooner. Her? She took her time descending, not wanting to risk breaking her leg and taking damage before the fight had even started. Along with the fact that she couldn't quite operate the parachute well enough to speed up the process, of course, but she sure wasn't going to admit that. The mages in charge of giving them cover were doing a good job, however, and despite several close calls she didn't get shot out of the air.

Touching down, she ran towards the barrier of light, its glow piercing in the dim surroundings. Neither Jack nor Astor had given more specific orders than "start fighting the enemy's forces", so along the way she incanted a shield spell of her own, choosing verbal over gestured commands as she used her hands to disengage the parachute from her back, using the generated sphere of light to crash into the enemy ranged troops while she sprinted towards the commanders' location. Reaching the barrier, she immediately cancelled the spell, arriving just in time to hear Astor elaborate on the plan. "Sure thing," she huffed, a little winded, her hands already in the motion of throwing an AOE blast of holy magic. "Any particular targets we should aim for, like mages with a specific type of magic, etc.? Or do we just cause as much havoc as possible?"

81 + 20 = 101
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This was probably a stupid idea. A person would need to be suicidal to volunteer being thrown hundreds of feet into the air through bad weather and the curtain of arrows, over a manned fortification filled with hostile troops, but she was already sitting in the depression where a rock many tonnes heavier than her would usually be secured, with her face looking at the structure that she would ideally be sent hurtling over and not into.

As the men told her to get ready, she balled up, clutching her equipment between her knee and chest and readied herself for the worst. The sound a tense rope being unlatched and the groaning of the wood and the whipping wind was all the warning she would receive as she sped towards the keep like an arrow.

For a few short moments, panic filled her, suspended in the air as she was so high up with seemingly nothing preventing her from falling into the ground and being reduced to a sack of meat and bloody paste.

But against all odds, she found it in herself to smile. There as something beautiful about this feeling. The sensation of freedom, of being boundless and hovering there for a few short seconds when the momentum of being hurtled by the catapult and gravity were at equilibrium was magic.

And then she started falling down.

The musician urgently tugged at the rope that released the parachute and it billowed out in a cacophony of flapping sounds and the straining noise of rope against cloth that was taking in air dangerously quickly.

The pressure against her torso as the ropes dug unto her body was strong, but not crushing and she would slowly sink lower and lower, guiding her parachute as best as she was able to where the rest of the people were - by that light Jack created - through minute tugs on the rope.

It was a miraculously simple landing and she undid the ropes attaching her to the parachute with a knife.

She would position herself behind the front-liners and waste no time to play a song that would increase their defenses, however so little it would aid the offensive force.

65 + 10 = 75
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OOC: Using buff song for enhancing defenses.

 

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As Nalani set herself up to be tossed through the air, she checked yet again if her parachute was on correctly, Okay, check... Got my bearings? Check... Asti? Attached to her front side on a make shift harness was her lynx, who looked around curiously at her whereabouts. Poor thing had no idea what was going to happen, "Alright, I'm ready to-" she didn't even have that much time to finish before she was flung into the air, the rest of her sentence caught in her throat.

As she went flying, it reminded her much of roller coasters. That feeling as your bum lifted from the seat when you were in the air for a just a moment, that feeling of flying and then falling, but you were safely strapped in... However, now you weren't, and as Nalani found herself falling and the famaliar feeling of her stomach tossing about, she wanted to squeeze her eyes shit in fear, but could only latch onto her Lynx as she silently stared ahead, mouth zipped shut. Asti was unreadable, she looked... Well, it was something.

Pulling roughly at the rope for the parachute when she needed to, both of them were jolted upwards, and looked downwards she found herself aiming near the light barrier she recognized to be Jack's familiar magic. Soon she landed safely, carefully on her feet, unclipping Asti as soon as she got close enough. The lynx, however, jumped off and scurried over to the one other person she knew other than Nalani, @Jack Anders, hiding behind the mans legs for the time being until Nalani jogged over, still kind of in shock from the fall. How were they all not still shaking in fear? Maybe it was just her nerves.

"Cats... Always land on their feet~ What first?" She asked, glancing around at her companions and then back at the leaders, composing herself quickly. She patted her side for Asti, who slinked out over to her, sticking to everyone's legs as she passed, until reaching Nalani's hand to be comforted by some loving pets. It was obvious she didn't do well with heights.

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A laugh sounded from the man’s lips as the others quickly joined him atop the battlements. Considering how he had landed with an extra attachment at his side, he’d jokingly prod at the woman’s pride while continuing to joyfully throw himself into the fray. “Looks like the rumors are true. Those deepest in dark do seek out the light.”

With one hand still extended to focus on maintaining the barrier, the man jolted with a bit of shock upon feeling something soft and furry brush against his leg. Looking down for a brief moment, he’d crack a warm smile while pausing momentarily to reach down and pet against the small creature’s back. “How ya doing lil buddy? Wait a second. If you’re here then…” Two deep hazel orbs would quickly survey the chaos, only to abruptly pause as they’d stop upon a familiar figure.

“There’s my favorite kitten.” He’d call out amicably while waiving with his free hand. As a blast of hostile energy collided against the barrier, the dark haired support’s humor quickly subsided as he’d grit his teeth. His attention having been refocused forward, the second hand would rise to reinforce the protective dome’s effects as he shouted angrily back at their assailants. “EXCUSE ME? I’M TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION HERE?!?”

With this surge of rage, the barrier would begin to expand at an alarming rate, claiming even more territory for their forces. Foot by foot the shimmering light advanced, barring the enemies entry while forwarding their advance at a hellish pace. “Keep these bastards occupied! Don’t give them time to even think about providing support down below! Casters first! Sweep the perimeter first and clean this level before proceeding down.”

92 + 30 = 112
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The fort's defenses were now going all out to keep the invaders out of their precious stronghold. The battle was on and the reaping was going to be glorious. Merkaba did not care to worry for who she would bring down. She was wet and sick of being involved with these people. She needed to vent some pent up stress that even her stoic nature had a very full cup of. The army of soldiers charged the attackers and several made it to her position. Making a twisted expression Merkaba would begin to attack with her scythe empowered by demonic magics. The darkness and the lights of the barrier Jack had erected just ahead caused the rain to take a mesmerizing hue of brilliance as the witch with her spheres went to work. The spheres would burst into those who approached and a violet energies spread into the muggy night.

"The light always casts a shadow. Do not think you are free from it. Even if I detest you. It seems I cannot avoid you."

The witch responded with her own remark as she battled. This was actually invigorating for the Dark Descender. So much death and aggression in the night. She knew that the dark gods, the same ones that whispered to her throughout her life and the same that betrayed her to a wretched spider... were watching her tonight. Would she offer these souls to them? Or would she just keep her reaping as but a tribute to herself here?

"So much tribute tonight.... you cannot deny the calling sheep!"

She regenerated her spheres and continued to hack the masses that were not chosen like demon she was....

19 + 20 = 39
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Spells and arrows began to fly in their direction as the defending force became intimately aware of the invaders perched atop the castle, trying to blast their way in or obscure the invading forced with elements like smoke and fog. The acrid smell of burning flesh mingled with the ionized static of lightning charged air, and amidst even that there was lavender and lilac that he detected from the gentle healing auras stemming elsewhere upon the rooftop. He gave a pained grunt as an arrow caught him in the shoulder, which he promptly pulled out and tossed to the side, focusing his mana into a spell to send a volley of arcane bolts at the defenders. It seemed his powers had grown marginally since the wolf's den which... had that been Gwyn he saw trying to make it onto the roof? That would just be perfect.

He rolled his eyes and spotted Merkaba nearby, dropping himself low to the ground and rogue-crawling towards her to avoid catching any stray shots from the fighting forces. Once he was near her he stood, and continued to fire upon the enemies, but did not interrupt her dementia nor try to steal her attention. He merely wanted to position himself closer to her, so she could feel like her precious coven was here to help. Boosting her ego to the point of choking everyone to death was, in his mind, the only SURE way to win.

11 + 15 = 26
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Sera glanced around, trying to ascertain who all seemed to be threats. However, she was too disoriented right now. She shook her head, the fall and the damage from the immediate attack were making it hard to focus.

As a result, she figured healing would be a beneficial thing. She looked around, trying to ascertain who else had taken as much damage as she had. Nalani seemed to have taken a bit, and they also had their leader. That was that, then. Sera began to chant, and with a wave, @Nalani Rosa, @Astor Balthas, and herself would all receive a slight burst of healing. It wasn't much, only about 4 points worth, but it was something. An extra little buffer that could be grown later, if need be.

She moved to the back of the group. "I'll keep providing healing, unless someone tells me otherwise," she said. "I'm no leader or tactician. Just a follower."

9 + 20 = 29/2 =14
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OOC: healing self, Nalani, and Astor for 4 HP each, spending 5 energy​