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    The flames cut the worst of the hail, especially when others joined in with Dante, a half dozen pillars of fire burning high over the combat. The chunks of ice continued to hammer the deck of the ship, however, drowning out the din of battle. In the hazy red light and surrounded by the thunderous noise, the bloody scene aboard the Hydrus took on a surreal edge.

    Those dead eyes lifted and seemed to meet Deni's once again, but then the daemoness turned to the creature that he had just shot. The slimy humanoid was twitching on the swaying deck, clawing at the gaping wound in its chest as dark blood drained from it. The beast gurgled, red eyes flashing with hatred, trying to draw strength to get revenge before it was sent back to its own plane.

    Stumbling sideways, the anomaly of a daemon dropped down, placing her claws over the dying daemon's face, muffling its wet gasps. From this close, Deni could see those claws dig into the flesh, drawing pinpoints of blood, but then the daemon's body began to glow, flashing to red. Without a cry, with only a hiss like steam, the daemon's body turned to sand.

    The halo began flashing faster once again.

    From down on her knees, the daemoness turned her dead eyes on Deni, then looked away again. Without a word in response, she suddenly skittered away, shakily rising to her feet as she rushed a fair distance from the velen. If he so chose, he could easily shoot her from that close, but she seemed satisfied with the gap and instead began looking out at the mass of fighting men, women, and daemons, with the occasional furtive glance over her shoulder at the velen.

    The shower of hail came to an abrupt halt, and the serpent daemon lifted its head high, higher, towering above the waves and the Hydrus. A deep rumble almost like thunder rolled out over the ship, growing louder and louder while a deep blue light gathered in front of the serpent's maw.

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    Deni was completely baffled by the sight before him. To witness the female daemon eradicating one of her own, even one that he had injured, was uncomfortable to say the least. He was disgusted by what she was, even more so by what she had just done, but other daemons flinched before her and she still hadn’t attacked any of the ships crewmates. A part of him knew that she was evil, just like the rest of them, but they had enough problems. He wasn’t going to attack her while she was actually helping them, regardless of her motives.

    The large shadow that crept overhead seemed like a more prominent problem, as the serpent loomed over the ship. The instance he saw the blue glow, he was reminded of how he had barely managed to avoid a lightning bolt during the Arx break. It gave him an idea.

    “Aquila users,” the rogue shouted at the top of his lungs, “and anyone who can shove up a half-arsed barrier, this side!”

    Deni knew that he didn’t hold any authority, but a portion of the crew listened to him anyway. Some of the experienced spellcasters cancelled their fire spells with the vanishing hail and shifted to the area that the velen had been gesturing to.

    “And someone get on that damned cannon!”

    Deni joined the firing ranks, drawing his aim away from the familiar creature. The second that a monster escaped the melee ahead of him, he fired upon it. Other soldiers continued to fire their guns and swing their blades in wide arcs to keep the boarding horrors at bay. One in particular, a balding, lightly armoured man with a greatsword, surged away from the clashing bodies and lifted his blade above his head. He followed the momentum and cleaved towards the enigmatic female daemon.

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    Even if the athlete could not properly hear what had been shouted he followed suit with the more experienced mages, who had put up multiple barriers towards the ominous blue glow that emanated from the serpent.

    ”In a faraway, forgotten land,” the kinner began chanting and spread out powdered auritium in front of him, ”a tall statue would forever stand,” as Dante finished the spell a thin round shield materialized in front of him, strengthened by the powder as he joined the line of mages amassing barriers to prepare for the upcoming attack.

    The soldier completed his swing but connected only with the floor of the ship with a loud crack. The daemon had moved unnaturally quickly for what it had shown before to avoid the attack. A bloodchilling scream of the bald soldier as he turned back towards the other soldiers. Both of his arms had cuts all over them and he was bleeding, blood dripping onto the ship's floor.


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    Spell cast
    Augmented with Auritium Pulveris.

    DEFLECTOR
    Basic - 100 Vigor
    A thin round shield is created in front of the caster, lasting one round. The barrier reduces the damage of oncoming attacks by the amount of its own magnitude, and dissipates or breaks if this magnitude is exceeded. Augmenting with Terra Regia increases the magnitude by 1 per grade of material, for a total of 5 additional tiers.

    Verse: In a faraway, forgotten land, a tall statue would forever stand.

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    The hail fell and struck indiscriminately.

    Kaeso and Flavinia shared a space for a moment, the brunt of the magic falling on the enlil warriors armor and shield as he sought to protect his closest ally. Brother Paulus was a magical bastion, as swirling silver sands danced around him, mingling in the air around his words. He took shelter beneath his magic -- a thin but durable line in the air that shimmered and refused to break.

    Palamedes was too large to hide under magic or a shield, and instead was forced to suffer the weight of the attack on its thick fur, and tough hide. On instinct, Palamedes turned away to protect his good eye, and what demons hadn’t died to their comrade’s attack took advantage to this opening.

    “Someone get in there and help with the cannon!” Someone yelled.

    A golden rifle slipped out from under the voraxes’s belly, and with a thunderous bark released two shots that buried themselves into the chest of two demons, leaving the rest for Palamedes to deal with on his own after the hail ceased.

    Once the vorax resumed his rampage, Ioannes scrambled to his feet. If he had the time, he’d have stopped to check Palamedes for wounds, but with the serpent hovering just off the ship.

    The wanderer didn’t need to fully comprehend what was going on, only that it was about to bad. He turned to say something to Flavinia, but the Fraternatis gunslinger was already making her way across the deck with Kaeso. She was heading towards the cannon, and even now he could hear her cursing as the two of them had to cut a small swath through more demons.

    “Aquila users,” The same voice from earlier bellowed, and only now did Ioannes recognize it as one of Liria’s companions, “and anyone who can shove up a half-arsed barrier, this side! And someone get on that damned cannon!”

    “Getting there!” Flavinia shouted back, frustrated.

    Ioannes looked for Brother Paulus who was already moving to the other side of the ship.

    Suddenly, all alone, Ioannes didn’t know what to do. Amidst the chaos and fury, he had found an unexpected calm. Not too unlike the eye of a storm, right before the terror resumed.

    Smokey-blue eyes turned back to the giant serpent as a swarm of demons darkened the sky around it. The eerie blue light emanating from the serpent cast the demon’s around it in a frightful glow.

    Ioannes looked back to the cannon where Flavinia was arguing with the loader, then to the smaller cannons around the ship, then up to the archmagi and the surrounding demons.

    They’d fire at any moment, and the first one who shot could change the fight.

    “Palamedes,” Ioannes ordered, “stay here.”

    Demons began to descend, and Ioannes caught the familiar shape of a gargoyle as it took a sharp turn and dove straight for one of the smaller cannons.

    This is stupid, he told himself. But if we don’t do something about that mage we’re in for far more trouble.

    The gargoyle dove, it’s great bat-like wings carrying it over the deck.

    Ioannes lifted his rifle, slowly starting to move forward, and shot across the face of the demon, ruining its dive, and forcing it to retreat.

    In that moment, the gunsmith lowered his rifle and sprinted.

    He chased after the demon as it fled back over the sea to resume its assault. Time began to stretch out for Ioannes as his heavy footfalls began to match the racing beat of his heart, and something else.

    Behind him he heard the ballista fire with a heavy ka-chunk hurling a heavy bolt at the serpent. With any luck it would hit, but Ioannes was focused on the gargoyle as he brought one foot up onto the railing of the Hydrus and launched himself through the air, one arm outstretched.

    Something seized the wanderer then as he pushed off the rail, and it seemed as if for a split second his legs had propelled him further than normal. The distance, he thought distantly in the back of his mind, was far too great for him to have accomplished. But he was filled with a surety and conviction that he could and more importantly would catch the demon.

    And so when his outstretched hand clamped down on stony-skin, he was not surprised but instead focused.

    The gargoyle flailed at Ioannes, hoping to tear into him with it’s too long arms, but even with those unnatural appendages the demon could not reach the laicar without sacrificing flight, and so it dragged Ioannes back into the swarm above the serpent.

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    Adrenaline Rush - Of all the races, the Laicar are easily the most tenacious. Their stubbornness at times makes it seem like they always appear to be right where they need to. Partly, this is due to the ability to push their muscles to their absolute potential in dire situations. When activated, the Laicar suddenly is capable of calling a burst of fight or flight energy, greatly increasing their running speed and jumping height.


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    In the umbra of the Black Portal, sailing over the darkened waters, chaos reigned. Daemons vied with the crew of the Hydrus for supremacy, falling to guns and blades in staggering numbers, but always with more to replace them. The enigmatic female disappeared into the deeper swarms of corrupted sahuagin and serpents and winged gargoyles that fell to the deck, surging forward to attack its defenders. The bald man that broke away to attack her was soon surrounded by other daemons eager for blood; his greatsword cleaved through two, sometimes three at a time, but still he found himself driven backward.

    The great sea serpent towered over it all, the blue glow gathering around its gaping jaws beginning to coil in upon itself, ribbons of raw destructive energy beginning to crackle and whine as they coalesced into a massive orb.

    "Begone in an instant!" Archmagi Eleos demanded in their heads, loud and yet calm. "Know peace in the next life!"

    Even as Ioannes landed upon the back of the gargoyle, as the cannon finally lined up its shot, it was too late. The cannon fired and the bolt landed true, spearing the great serpent just below the jaws, sending glowing green blood to splash and sizzle in the thrashing sea foam. The monster reeled back, but its head snapped forward and the gathered energy was loosed in a flash.

    It was as if Bellator Himself came down to smite the ship and all that stood upon it.

    The walls and barriers blunted the attack for only a brief few seconds and then they shattered and disintegrated. Great balls of blue lightning crashed upon the deck of the Hydrus, arcs of lightning chaining between bodies, passing through armor and weapons, traveling through the metal hull of the ship. It was indiscriminate in its deadliness, however, ripping through the daemonic horde as fiercely as through the men and women that fought against them.

    The engines of the ship stalled completely. Bodies fell to the deck, many -- perhaps even most -- of them alive but twitching with the aftereffects. One lone daemon remained standing and seemingly unphased: the drowned woman, walking amidst the fallen, looking curiously around and lifting up her own arm in front of herself.

    After unleashing its attack, the sea serpent began to thrash side to side, trying to shake free of the ballista bolt buried in its throat. Those daemons still clinging to its side struggled to hang on while the ones flying around its head dipped and dived to avoid the wild flails, one in particular carrying its unlucky passenger along.

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    Darkness followed the bright flash, at least for Deni. The overwhelming power of the attack lashed his body across the deck. The force with which his head hit the wooden floor caused him to lose consciousness, though perhaps that was fortunate. The velen didn’t feel much of the electricity coursing through his body, but when he came to, he suffered the aftereffects immediately. Spasming muscles, dizziness that made him feel like he was about to vomit, and a persistent ringing in his ears that was so loud that everything else sounded like it was coming from the other side of a wall. If he couldn’t see, hear or even more properly, how was he supposed to combat the threats before him?

    The temptation to remain collapsed in a heap was prominent. He regretted giving into those damnable women. He could have been on the road to Prenditus, heading towards sunny shores and cocktails. Instead, he was likely about to die on some holy crusade to end evil. Deni gritted his teeth. He would have cursed Iggy and Aeria had he not been uncertain whether they were even still alive.

    The rogue pulled the long rifle off his back and pressed the butt of the gun against the deck. With a grunt, he heaved himself back onto his feet, though a spasm almost caused him to fall. The dizzy, nauseous feeling was worse when he was upright.

    “Stand together!” one gruff voice called, taking over from Deni’s previous orders. The remaining daemons didn’t need much time to recover after the blast. The ship defenders, on the other hand, had been scattered and shocked. They needed to recover and regroup if they wanted to outlast their enemies.

    “S-snipers,” Deni shouted, slurring his words slightly. “Let’s shred the big one!”

    The first moment that the convulsions ceased, the pelagian lifted his rifle up to his shoulder and aimed down the sight. His breathing was inconsistent and his head felt like it was swelling with each passing second, but when he held the rifle in his hands, muscle memory assisted him. Even so, it was difficult to pinpoint the archmagi on the thrashing serpent.

    Just… fire! Deni thought. He aimed high for the monster’s head and hoped for the best. A loud bang signified the release of a bolt.

    Not all were so lucky after the devastating blast. The aged greatsword wielder’s own blade had gashed his shoulder when the lightning had struck the ship. His light armour stained with crimson, he crawled to where his blade rested. A shadow approached before he could grasp the hilt. The curious female daemon.

    “Get away from me!” the wounded man growled as she stood over him.

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    Ioannes watched in horror as the serpent unleashed its attack, but didn’t have much time to worry about everyone on the ship. Unimaginable pain racked the demon, and in its pain the monster thrashed about wildly. The demon carrying Ioannes had enough trouble staying aloft, so when it needed to make a sharp turn and dodge the serpent whipping its head, the wanderer nearly lost his grip and fell from the gargoyle’s back.

    He had to fight against the gargoyle just to keep control of their flight, and even then there were problems -- chief among them was that the other demons had taken notice of Ioannes, and for good reason. A brilliant golden halo surrounded the laicar still.

    Ioannes quickly took in the scene before him, and he grit his teeth. Unless he found a different ride (one more powerful than this gargoyle) the only way he was getting up to the serpent's head, and dealing with the archmagi, was climbing up the demon’s back.

    But he had to start somewhere close to the top. Too low and he’d have to deal with more demons. Too high, however, and if he slipped or failed to get a hold on the serpent’s back, and it was a long fall to his death.

    An unsettling knot in his stomach said that one way or another, Ioannes would die here.

    He pushed that thought away, for now, and instead stuck his rifle under his body, trapping it there so he could free up his other hand. His left hand now free, the wanderer grabbed the gargoyle’s wing and yanked on it -- forcing the demon to bank right and dove straight at the giant serpents back. Ioannes couldn’t wait, couldn’t think too deeply.

    He had to act.

    Back on the Hydrus, Palamedes was one of the first creatures to stand back up. The grizzled vorax was not any frailer for his age, though when he stood, he did stagger and let loose confused, angry, half-growl-half-roar sounds right before he found the nearest demon and bit its head off.

    Kaeso planted the tip of his sword on the ship’s deck, and used it as a shoddy cane to help him get back on his feet.

    “Fires of Bellator,” the enlil warrior cursed, taking only a second to get his bearings before he saw Palamedes already back in action. Looking down at his armor, Kaeso’s lips turned into a sneer -- he’d need to buy new armor when this was all done. Shrewd brown eyes came back up as he started to remember what had just happened.

    His eyes shot up, and he could clearly see more people were regaining themselves. Demons too. Kaeso searched the crowd looking for Paulus. The fool wizard had hoped to help shield the ship, and now he was likely dead.

    Sure enough, a dozen steps away from where he had regained his feet, Kaeso spotted the fat wizard lying motionless on the ground. The enlil spat off to his side and took notice of a demon who’d just landed, and whose claw was raised to strike down yet another defender.

    With a feral cry, Kaeso charged the demon -- shield first -- and threw all of his body weight behind the tackle.

    Once he was done with the demon, he needed to check on Flavinia.

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    Cursing his own naivety about trying to be of use in the barrier brigade with the most basic of barrier spells, the athlete had taken the attack hard thanks to being in the frontline. His legs slipped a few times when he tried to pull himself up due to spasms, eventually managing to regain his footing.

    Taking a few moments to situatize himself, most of the crew was slowly fumbling back up, but the daemons had recovered much quicker and they still had the numbers advantage even after the indiscriminate attack from the serpent. In the aftermath the fighting had grown more chaotic, if at all possible.

    His eyes caught the female daemon leaning over a crawling man. As the kinner dashed towards them, his mind was filled with doubt that he would be unable to reach them in time to save the man from whatever fate awaited him at the clutches of the monster. When the athlete reached them he attacked the female daemon with all his might mustered into a horizontal cleave of the claymore.

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    Weapon is a bigatium claymore, skill at novice.



    Novice - Gangway:
    There is no room for subtlety in the Discipline of Barbaris. A Barbarian gives his all in every battle. It's not a lack of intelligence, but rather an abundance of passion. The raw power of a Barbarian is daunting to face, and even seasoned warriors give way when struck by the incredible force of their heavy attacks.

    This ability costs 250 Vigor to use. When struck by this attack, enemies or objects are blown up to 10m away. One round must pass before this ability can be used again. Requires a large melee weapon.

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    Amidst the dark swarm of daemons circling the serpent, the warm halo surrounding Ioannes could still be seen. Those aboard the ship who looked up and saw it, and knew it to be their comrade, took heart. They shook off their pains, ignored the burning, fought past their shuddering muscles, and got on their feet to continue the fight.

    If not for the combined effort of the casters' call to Aquila, they might not have been able to lift their heads. The ones raising the barrier had taken some of the worst of the attack, though. Many were down, unconscious, some of them dead. The ones who lived were easy targets for the daemon hordes.

    The warriors who rose to their feet first rushed to defend the wounded, fighting past their own injuries. With each passing moment, more of the men and women struggled onto their feet, driven by their resolve, bolstered by their companions, rising to face the inhuman monsters still set against them.

    High above, Ioannes swooped in close to the back of the great serpent, fighting against the gargoyle underneath him. He tensed his muscles in preparation for another desperate leap.

    "Fall!" a ghastly voice hissed in Ioannes ear just before talons raked across his back, digging in deep. Then, he was falling, thrown from his tenuous hold on the gargoyle. As he tumbled, he caught the briefest sight of his attacker, a one-winged raven the size of a man, with the face of a velen.

    Even then, luck was with him. Ioannes crashed bodily into one of the bony protrusions on the back of the serpent, feeling a sickening pop somewhere in his chest.

    On the deck of the ship, in the wake of Dante's frenzied attack, the nearest daemons were thrown to the deck. The athlete stood over the fallen swordsman, eyes darting around, looking for the mysterious one.

    He felt the cold touch of a hand on his face, and then a woman's body pressed in behind him. For an instant, every wound on his body flared in agony, the burns, scrapes, bruises, even internal pains that had mostly hidden beneath the adrenaline. It was only for one instant, however. Immediately after, the pains soothed. It felt as if a gentle hand brushed over every ache, taking away the pain.

    The battle seemed to fade away, worries with it. The hand against his cheek warmed, softened. It was a silent promise of peace, comfort. Dante didn't have to feel pain, didn't have to struggle.

    He could just… let himself relax, lay back into her warm, welcoming embrace.

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    As soon as Deni had fired the bolt, he turned to face the crowds behind him. In such a chaotic clash, death could come to claim him from any direction. He couldn’t just keep firing from the same spot like he had done with the dragon. Marksmen usually had well thought out plans to avoid landing them in such a messy situation, but how could anyone prepare for the challenges they faced?

    The few snipers that had heeded the pelagian’s call dodged around the edges of combat, crouching and sneaking across the deck, hoping they could avoid the attention of their enemies. A slender, olive-skinned laicar with dark stubble around his chin, covered in black leather armour. A cloaked woman whose purple scales were only visible through a gap around her eyes. It was difficult to discern whether she was a full-blooded velen or a spurii, but it didn’t matter. They would do. Deni leaned in close so they could hear him over the fighting.

    “See the halo?” he asked, pointing up to the obvious light glittering above the serpent. “Whatever he’s trying to do, make sure he-”

    Deni’s blue eyes shot wide as soon as he witnessed the enigmatic female daemon approach Dante, far behind the snipers.

    “Make sure he does it,” the velen continued absently. The two hooded figures then crouched and set off to find a better sniping position to aid Ioannes while Deni was enthralled by the scene across the deck. The sheer agony that became present on Dante’s face when she touched him sent the adjacent wounded marauder reeling backwards across the floor.

    The kinner knew about Ignis and had once made a veiled threat to turn her in for the bounty. It would have been easy for Deni to just turn a blind eye, to pretend that he didn’t see what was happening, but in truth, it was his own denial that was the source of his indecision. He had avoided the female daemon, hoped that her unusual nature meant she was different from the others. She wasn’t.

    Deni gritted his teeth together as he dropped to one knee. He heaved the auritium bolt thrower up to his shoulder and aimed down the sight. People could have died from his naiveté, and he knew that. For the time being, Dante was on his side. They both fought against the same enemy and he didn’t deserve to die for one comment.

    The pale rogue’s eyes narrowed. He inhaled deeply. One blue eye closed as his sight hovered over the crimson halo. Deni moved his aim down slightly. The biggest target from his location was between her shoulder and head, at the base of her neck. It would have to do. The rest of the fighting might as well have been miles away as the rogue maximised his focus. Exhale. The trigger was pulled, the metal bolt released.

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