Prison Realms RP

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Catching sight of the Polar Elf with an Astral Scythe, the biggest one rubs his hands together to build electricity and then does the electrical version of an seismic clap.

"THUNDER CLAP!" He bellows hatefully, as the shocking blast heads toward us

The clouds above congregate, and he begins charging for another attack.

[Zaleramancer]

(Don't do that. You should not get into the habit of deleting posts like that Shadow. It's rude.)
(Then ask. I am capable of editing this post, remember? )


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[GreenDay]

I jump up as lightning hits where I had been resting. Hearing one of them ask for a way to get them on the ground, I open my wings shouting,

"Don't need one!" I shoot up into the sky while materializing a small gun. I fire off a small bullet at one of them from about 20 feet away.

"Ha! You missed!" shouted one of the Astrals. I ignore him and shoot at the rest of them, but it looks like I miss every time. I fly down to where the main group is, while lightning falls like rain around me. One of the bolts hit me, just as I land, causing me to stumble, but I begin to smirk.

"What are you so smug about?" asks the chained astral. I respond, saying,

"I never missed." As I say this the the Astral notices the device still in my hand, and the thin silver wires attached to it leading to the Astrals. They aren't hurt much, but the shock manages to make them stumble and hesitate.

"Come on! Attack while they're occupied!"

[neogenetica]

I strike towards the clouds with my left hand and a whip like cord of pitch black hurtles upwards. A snake head forms at the tip and it flys at an astral. When it connects it begins to warp space and try to suck the astral into hammer space as the cord wraps around and absorbs the cloud the astral stands on.

[Philote]

(Greenday I'm borrowing some assistance from your character )

The winged one stuns the targets and I greet him when he makes a swoop near the ground. "Hey, can you get me above them."

I hold on as he carries me up and then releases me. I materialize a ball and chain and strike one of the stunned foes.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The astrals recover from the attack of the winged one, and continue to fight us closer and closer to the edge of the ravine.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're out numbered and running out of ground. It may be best to create a diversion and flee"

[neogenetica]

I jerk my hand back and pull the astral down to the ground while shooting chunks of rock at the others.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The other recoil at the rock attack, and the assault of the others, fending them off to the best of their capability with their electrical attacks. They get in final hits and retreat back to their clouds, and decide to attack from all around.

I finally get up some more energy, but not enough for a sonic scream, so instead I use the sounds of combat, and turn them into attack blasts.

But when I do, I realize something strange. It's just barely perceptible, but it's there. On pure instinct I project a yell-blast over to the bush adjacent to me, and the astrals vanish, as does the building storm overhead.

A small boggart gasps and growls at me.

"HE KNOWS! THE ILLUSION IS FAILED! ABORT!!!"

Before anybody gets the chance to attack him or his hidden cohorts (or even ask a freakin' question), the boggarts dash from behind the bushes, taking off in the opposite direction, and as the illusions quickly vanish, the cliff turns out to be much shorter than they let on. It disappears from under our feet, causing us to tumble down the ravine in the direction of the ghost town.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"I...I don't....what.....I'm not...but........What Just Happened?!?!"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Boggarts. Flippin' boggarts. I think I speak for everyone when I say, I frackin' hate Delirium..."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Cyto quickly recovers from his confusion. "In any case, we should head to that town...if it's not an illusion too"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Well as much as I despise being toyed with, and wasting what energy I have, I agree. No sense in going back and trying to beat the tar out of those stinkin' boggarts for messing with us. I don't hear any baddies up here, so I think it's, um...not THAT dangerous."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Then let's head out" I say as I start of at a brisk pace towards the ghost town.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

A nigh-imperceptible force lurks in the shadows, avoiding any range of perception accessible by any of the group.

[GreenDay]

"Wait, if the Astrals were an illusion the whole time, then those Boggarts must have been pretty good. It takes a good amount of training to even just make all those illusions at once, not to mention making them seem to be solid, AND making us think that we were hurt. If they can do that, how do we know the Night Dragon wasn't an illusion too?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Try not to think about it. The very nature of this place is to drive you mad. Do not focus on what is real and what is not"

[Philote]

"Figures that the one time that I don't check for illusions, that it is an illusion."

I follow the group down to the old looking town, and stop by the first building I see and notice that it is a sheriff's office.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"That's Delirium for you. Messing with your mind."

[Philote]

"We need to find a better way to check for illusions, I thought a good punch might work, but those astrals took a beating."

I enter the sheriff's office and notice that it is completely empty, even lacking furniture.