05-28-2017, 05:39 AM
Ogong grimaced.
"Would you believe that we are the last vanguard against invaders that took out the last wave of guards?"
Twelve horrible mouth things hissed in rage.
"Yeah, I didn't think so," the monkey sighed, twirling Yeo Ee Pil in his hand.
Before his friends could retaliate, he ran forward towards the group of sorcerers with the disgusting teeth, staff held tightly behind him, ready for swinging. His charge was interrupted, however, by a volley of toxins from the priests' mouths. Ogong stepped to the side lightly to dodge the attack, hoping Somerled and Jim had already begun their assault. Fortunately, Jim was already opening fire on the other group of priests. Ogong was unsure what Somerled was doing, but hopefully the storm monster was being helpful.
Ogong swung his staff, which was in full complaint mode now. Apparently Yeo Ee Pil didn't think this fight was serious.
"I'm just saying, you swing me at these frankly gross faces all day, and-"
Ogong smacked a priest in the face while shifting his weight to narrowly dodge an incoming toxic bolt. "This really doesn't feel like the right time for this."
"You have to remember, I used to be a person before this," Yeo Ee Pil grunted as its butt-end was shoved into the chest of another priest, "And even now I'm still the ultimate weapon. All I want is some more respe- PFFMMM!"
Ogong had jumped up into the air and jammed the weapon inside one of the priest's mouth. He then spun it around, clubbing the side of the priest's head with his staff.
"See, now, that's EXACTLY the kind of ill treatment I'm talking about."
Ogong's eyes widened. Yeo Ee Pil paused.
"What is it, Ogong?"
A giant pillar composed of purple energy was rising in front of Ogong as the pair watched. The monkey briefly emitted a tiny high-pitched shriek at the sight of a huge magic pillar.
"...yeah, time to regroup with your friends, monkey."
"That seems like a distinctly good idea."
Ogong yelped as one of the pillars spawned under him, pushing him upwards and putting him on the course to being inevitably crushed. Gripping the staff tightly, Ogong rolled on to his side and off of the pillar, letting it crash into the ceiling uselessly.
Ogong kicked off of the side of the pillar towards his allies, casting a spell all the while.
"Taewuhrah! HWA!"
The fireball jolted forward, pausing the poison-spitting priests' advance. Ogong landed deftly at Jim's side. The marine was still blasting away, stopping only to shove a tiny little metal object into his rifle.
"For a second, I thought we might be safer inside the temple," Somerled snarled, "These fuckers just don't quit."
"Neither do we," Jim shouted over the deafening sound of his rifle. "Those pillars hurt?"
"Nah, pretty squishy actually. Though I still wouldn't recommend going on a ride."
"Alright, here's the pla-"
A dozen magical projectiles, containing a darkness that even Ogong's... limited arcane senses could detect, simultaneously hurtled towards the trio. Jim crouched to try and dodge most of the blows, as did Ogong and Somerled. All three were hit by one or two of the blasts, however.
Ogong groaned as he felt the darkness wash over him. He wasn't sure if he could win this fight anymore. He was just a kid, after all... and not even a human one. He was just a monkey playing wizard.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Jim coughed.
"Shit, we really can't take another hit like that," Somerled wheezed.
The trio were actually barely affected physically, but their pessimism began to get the better of them as the priests began circling them, charging their next barrage of spells. The six with the sickle-arms cast some sort of spell, making the ground glow a strange pink color. The sandstone warped as hands reached upwards, snatching at the heels of the Liberators. Ogong watched as his teammates practically allowed this to happen. Eh, who cares? So was he.
Yeo Ee Pil smacked Ogong in the head.
"Get yourself together, ape!" the staff hollered, "You know magic! Cast some spells to get us out of this sitch!"
"I don't know any helpful spells," Ogong muttered.
"You knocked down a giant titan stone statue with a high-five," Yeo Ee Pil retorted, "I think you can handle these dorks. Come on! Get up!"
Another barrage of dark energy washed over the trio. Ogong collapsed into a supine position. Yeo Ee Pil tried to push him up by pulling on the monkey's hood.
"Get up. We got this far, little punk, don't let me down now."
"I'm too... weak..."
The staff flinched. "He's admitting he's weak? That's not good."
"Face it, stickling," Somerled groaned, "It's over. We've been captured."
Yeo Ee Pil snarled. "Shut your face, I wasn't talking to you."
Yeo Ee Pil smacked Ogong again. "I said, get up, you lazy monkey!"
Black fog washed over the Liberators, making them weaker and weaker by the second. Ogong's magical staff groaned and placed itself in the monkey's hand.
"Listen, kid, I'm putting a spell into your head," the staff hollered, "Use it."
The spell appeared, like an old memory, but one that couldn't possibly have belonged to Ogong. It was a time long gone, a time since before time, before anything really made too much sense and even before magic existed. Ogong's mind felt like breaking even trying to comprehend the effect.
"Word Magic?" Ogong scoffed, "Are you kidding me? I can't even cast regular spells right."
"Just fucking do it!"
Ogong flinched at the sight of the ancient weapon of yore swearing. The staff did not seem to mind.
"Well," Ogong stammered, "I-It's not like I can cast it in this environm-ment anyway. It's too... Ugh."
Yeo Ee Pil started glowing. "Listen, those dark bolts might have let you down, but they ain't doing jack-shit on me. Don't worry. I got your back. Like always."
Ogong lifted himself slowly, using Yeo Ee Pil as a support. The staff grunted, but resisted the urge to whine about it. Ogong stuck out his right hand and began to speak.
"Words of Power, need my-"
"Heed," Yeo Ee Pil corrected.
"Heed my call," Ogong nodded. Two shaky arcane circles, one on top of the other, appeared above his head perpendicular to the ground and it glowed ominously. "Hehn-dehl-lyuh-la, ji-gu-yuh."
The circles flashed, and two characters etched itself into them simultaneously. The top character seemed to cast dust everywhere, and gave the impression that it not only could not break or bend, but would willfully resist all attempts of it, inevitably unmovable as a given. Yet the bottom character was the soul of movement, a vibrant energy that was looked like it could shake imaginary things into reality, and real things into the imaginary, inevitably unmovable as a given. The existence of two such concepts within the same plane was a paradox - one that you could not give up on, as it consumed your spirit and life in a war that ravaged your very being. These were not just words - they were thoughts, metaphysical beings that defined humanity, and every sentient being who ever contemplated something had poured a little of their soul into forming this idea. That was what raged through Ogong as he tried to channel the spell.
Even the priests, undead and mindless as they were, had figured this was a process they should probably stop. But they were not ready in time to halt Ogong's casting.
For after eight seconds of mental warfare, he succeeded. His eyes snapped open, and he knew the power of the tongue.
"Jump," he mumbled, arcane energy swirling around him, "Now."
His two teammates snapped out of their stupor and prepared to leap as high as they could.
"JI!" he cried, the battlefield for an instant appearing to be dust, mud, sand and fertile soil all at the same time.
"JIN!" he cried, and the battlefield was nothing but movement.
With a glowing fist, Ogong slammed the floor, bending the solid purple sandstone to his will. The rock cracked as it rolled, unnaturally and without grace, like a businessman who had avoided emotion for 50 years was now trying to breakdance. Because they had heeded Ogong's warning, Jim and Somerled, though they were the closest beings to Ogong, were unharmed. As for the evil priests, they were flung into the air like feathers after one killed a bird. Simultaneously all twelve priests felt the earth shatter beneath their feet, and then felt nothing beneath their feet at all. They flew into the air, the impact shocking their otherwise terrifying faces.
The ripple wreaked havoc in the structure of the floor, flinging all of the priests away. Ogong's two teammates stared at him in shock as the monkey hopped on one foot excitedly.
"THATWASSOAWESOMECANWEDOITAGAIN"
"Said the kid who, I quote, 'can't even cast regular spells right,'" Yeo Ee Pil snapped back.
The priests slowly clambered to their feet. Ogong returned to his fighting stance, preparing his staff for another attack.
"I'm better now. Let's go kick some creepy mage butt."
"That," the staff said, somehow rolling his eyes despite not having any, "was the pinnacle of eloquence."
"Would you believe that we are the last vanguard against invaders that took out the last wave of guards?"
Twelve horrible mouth things hissed in rage.
"Yeah, I didn't think so," the monkey sighed, twirling Yeo Ee Pil in his hand.
Before his friends could retaliate, he ran forward towards the group of sorcerers with the disgusting teeth, staff held tightly behind him, ready for swinging. His charge was interrupted, however, by a volley of toxins from the priests' mouths. Ogong stepped to the side lightly to dodge the attack, hoping Somerled and Jim had already begun their assault. Fortunately, Jim was already opening fire on the other group of priests. Ogong was unsure what Somerled was doing, but hopefully the storm monster was being helpful.
Ogong swung his staff, which was in full complaint mode now. Apparently Yeo Ee Pil didn't think this fight was serious.
"I'm just saying, you swing me at these frankly gross faces all day, and-"
Ogong smacked a priest in the face while shifting his weight to narrowly dodge an incoming toxic bolt. "This really doesn't feel like the right time for this."
"You have to remember, I used to be a person before this," Yeo Ee Pil grunted as its butt-end was shoved into the chest of another priest, "And even now I'm still the ultimate weapon. All I want is some more respe- PFFMMM!"
Ogong had jumped up into the air and jammed the weapon inside one of the priest's mouth. He then spun it around, clubbing the side of the priest's head with his staff.
"See, now, that's EXACTLY the kind of ill treatment I'm talking about."
Ogong's eyes widened. Yeo Ee Pil paused.
"What is it, Ogong?"
A giant pillar composed of purple energy was rising in front of Ogong as the pair watched. The monkey briefly emitted a tiny high-pitched shriek at the sight of a huge magic pillar.
"...yeah, time to regroup with your friends, monkey."
"That seems like a distinctly good idea."
Ogong yelped as one of the pillars spawned under him, pushing him upwards and putting him on the course to being inevitably crushed. Gripping the staff tightly, Ogong rolled on to his side and off of the pillar, letting it crash into the ceiling uselessly.
Ogong kicked off of the side of the pillar towards his allies, casting a spell all the while.
"Taewuhrah! HWA!"
The fireball jolted forward, pausing the poison-spitting priests' advance. Ogong landed deftly at Jim's side. The marine was still blasting away, stopping only to shove a tiny little metal object into his rifle.
"For a second, I thought we might be safer inside the temple," Somerled snarled, "These fuckers just don't quit."
"Neither do we," Jim shouted over the deafening sound of his rifle. "Those pillars hurt?"
"Nah, pretty squishy actually. Though I still wouldn't recommend going on a ride."
"Alright, here's the pla-"
A dozen magical projectiles, containing a darkness that even Ogong's... limited arcane senses could detect, simultaneously hurtled towards the trio. Jim crouched to try and dodge most of the blows, as did Ogong and Somerled. All three were hit by one or two of the blasts, however.
Ogong groaned as he felt the darkness wash over him. He wasn't sure if he could win this fight anymore. He was just a kid, after all... and not even a human one. He was just a monkey playing wizard.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Jim coughed.
"Shit, we really can't take another hit like that," Somerled wheezed.
The trio were actually barely affected physically, but their pessimism began to get the better of them as the priests began circling them, charging their next barrage of spells. The six with the sickle-arms cast some sort of spell, making the ground glow a strange pink color. The sandstone warped as hands reached upwards, snatching at the heels of the Liberators. Ogong watched as his teammates practically allowed this to happen. Eh, who cares? So was he.
Yeo Ee Pil smacked Ogong in the head.
"Get yourself together, ape!" the staff hollered, "You know magic! Cast some spells to get us out of this sitch!"
"I don't know any helpful spells," Ogong muttered.
"You knocked down a giant titan stone statue with a high-five," Yeo Ee Pil retorted, "I think you can handle these dorks. Come on! Get up!"
Another barrage of dark energy washed over the trio. Ogong collapsed into a supine position. Yeo Ee Pil tried to push him up by pulling on the monkey's hood.
"Get up. We got this far, little punk, don't let me down now."
"I'm too... weak..."
The staff flinched. "He's admitting he's weak? That's not good."
"Face it, stickling," Somerled groaned, "It's over. We've been captured."
Yeo Ee Pil snarled. "Shut your face, I wasn't talking to you."
Yeo Ee Pil smacked Ogong again. "I said, get up, you lazy monkey!"
Black fog washed over the Liberators, making them weaker and weaker by the second. Ogong's magical staff groaned and placed itself in the monkey's hand.
"Listen, kid, I'm putting a spell into your head," the staff hollered, "Use it."
The spell appeared, like an old memory, but one that couldn't possibly have belonged to Ogong. It was a time long gone, a time since before time, before anything really made too much sense and even before magic existed. Ogong's mind felt like breaking even trying to comprehend the effect.
"Word Magic?" Ogong scoffed, "Are you kidding me? I can't even cast regular spells right."
"Just fucking do it!"
Ogong flinched at the sight of the ancient weapon of yore swearing. The staff did not seem to mind.
"Well," Ogong stammered, "I-It's not like I can cast it in this environm-ment anyway. It's too... Ugh."
Yeo Ee Pil started glowing. "Listen, those dark bolts might have let you down, but they ain't doing jack-shit on me. Don't worry. I got your back. Like always."
Ogong lifted himself slowly, using Yeo Ee Pil as a support. The staff grunted, but resisted the urge to whine about it. Ogong stuck out his right hand and began to speak.
"Words of Power, need my-"
"Heed," Yeo Ee Pil corrected.
"Heed my call," Ogong nodded. Two shaky arcane circles, one on top of the other, appeared above his head perpendicular to the ground and it glowed ominously. "Hehn-dehl-lyuh-la, ji-gu-yuh."
The circles flashed, and two characters etched itself into them simultaneously. The top character seemed to cast dust everywhere, and gave the impression that it not only could not break or bend, but would willfully resist all attempts of it, inevitably unmovable as a given. Yet the bottom character was the soul of movement, a vibrant energy that was looked like it could shake imaginary things into reality, and real things into the imaginary, inevitably unmovable as a given. The existence of two such concepts within the same plane was a paradox - one that you could not give up on, as it consumed your spirit and life in a war that ravaged your very being. These were not just words - they were thoughts, metaphysical beings that defined humanity, and every sentient being who ever contemplated something had poured a little of their soul into forming this idea. That was what raged through Ogong as he tried to channel the spell.
Even the priests, undead and mindless as they were, had figured this was a process they should probably stop. But they were not ready in time to halt Ogong's casting.
For after eight seconds of mental warfare, he succeeded. His eyes snapped open, and he knew the power of the tongue.
"Jump," he mumbled, arcane energy swirling around him, "Now."
His two teammates snapped out of their stupor and prepared to leap as high as they could.
"JI!" he cried, the battlefield for an instant appearing to be dust, mud, sand and fertile soil all at the same time.
"JIN!" he cried, and the battlefield was nothing but movement.
With a glowing fist, Ogong slammed the floor, bending the solid purple sandstone to his will. The rock cracked as it rolled, unnaturally and without grace, like a businessman who had avoided emotion for 50 years was now trying to breakdance. Because they had heeded Ogong's warning, Jim and Somerled, though they were the closest beings to Ogong, were unharmed. As for the evil priests, they were flung into the air like feathers after one killed a bird. Simultaneously all twelve priests felt the earth shatter beneath their feet, and then felt nothing beneath their feet at all. They flew into the air, the impact shocking their otherwise terrifying faces.
The ripple wreaked havoc in the structure of the floor, flinging all of the priests away. Ogong's two teammates stared at him in shock as the monkey hopped on one foot excitedly.
"THATWASSOAWESOMECANWEDOITAGAIN"
"Said the kid who, I quote, 'can't even cast regular spells right,'" Yeo Ee Pil snapped back.
The priests slowly clambered to their feet. Ogong returned to his fighting stance, preparing his staff for another attack.
"I'm better now. Let's go kick some creepy mage butt."
"That," the staff said, somehow rolling his eyes despite not having any, "was the pinnacle of eloquence."
Quote:1610 words. T1 Super Move - Earthquake used.
Remaining Order Points: 8 out of 11
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