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Seaver has a minion!
Minion the Mortigan
Minion the Mortigan
Seaver
Legacy Name: Seaver
The
Galactic OntraOwner: Malibu
Age: 11 years, 1 week, 1 day
Born: March 9th, 2015
Adopted: 10 years, 11 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: April 6th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 18
- Speed: 10
- Health: 11
- HP: 10/11
- Intelligence: 8
- Books Read: 8
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Teapy dove out of the way when another boulder was launched at his head. As he hit the ground and skidded to a stop the rock smashed against the canyon wall twenty feet behind him, shattering and raining pellets down onto the field.
The Aisha didn't have any time to assess whether he had cut himself scrambling to get away. He pushed himself back up on to his feet with one hand, the other still gripping his knife, as he dove back into the fray, shouting over the roars of the golem in front of him."Two o'clock!"
Teapy ran directly up to the body of the monster and jumped for its body, throwing his weight behind the blade and shoving the knife into a crevice between the creature's neck and shoulder. A blast of lightning shot out of the body of the blade and into its victim, the golem's roar came out in whining pain and the rocks that shaped its body fell away.
This time, when the Aisha fell, he landed on his feet. Around him were the disembodied limbs of the monster, arms, legs, something that vaguely resembled a head, but its chest was a smoking heap of disintegrating black stone. Kouji had been right, these things needed to be hit in their major mass, which explained why this one had re-grown its arm both times Teapy had knocked it off.
Looking up, the Aisha tried to assess where the others were. Mel was doing exactly what he had anticipated she would be, backing one of these monstrosities into a corner. The Ixi fought with a long saber in her hand, though unlike the Aisha's, it wouldn't be calling forth any particular light show. She had only the steel in her hand, and she made that work for her. The girl ducked every nonsensical swing the golem threw at her and sliced back, hitting it in the edges and forcing it away from the others.
Teapy came up behind the Ixi, waiting for an opening when the desperate monster was too focused on her to see him coming. Again, he shouted loudly across the battlefield, "Two o'clock!", jumped for the golem's shoulders, embedded his knife and watched the sparks fly off.When the body fell away and the Aisha was dropped back down from the height onto his feet, he looked to Mel Paxton, and realized she was breathing hard and sweating."Are you alright?"
"Fine." She was never going to admit to being tired, but he felt better asking. The Ixi wiped at her forehead, flicked away the water and spat on the ground to get rid of some dirt that had gotten in there when she had been knocked down. Turning away, she pointed tiredly with her blade. "Looks like your dad's doing alright."
Thirty feet from them, Art Vasquez was surrounded by three of the eight foot tall sandstone golems. He didn't seem particularly concerned about it.The drake jumped back, slid down and ducked out of the way of each punch the creatures threw at him. Several times they managed to clock each other in the head with their attempts, though it didn't do them much harm.
Finally, the man smiled and tapped the length of his sword against his leg. It seemed he wasn't going to be playing with them much longer.
Unlike his son, Art had his spells tattooed on to his arms. He didn't need to call out for a specific one to be casted by someone else. The drake pressed two fingers from his left hand on to his right arm, raised the blade, and sunk it into a crevice between two plates that made up the first golem's stomach. The beast burst out into an explosion of rocks and the drake was left with a smoldering blade.
Wheeling around, he dispatched the other two in a similar fashion, equally as messy and without much regard for where the bits landed. That was why he usually told the younger ones to stay a ways back.
Looking around, Teapy readjusted his glasses on his nose and realized that they were finished. There twelve carcasses on the ground, that was all they came to take care of."That went by pretty fast, actually." The Aisha remarked with a smile. "I'd say it went pretty well."
"Yeah, sure." Across the battlefield, Tony Killmaster was stepping out from behind a fallen tree and throwing glares at his best friend. The Kougra had been behind there the entirety of the fight, and not by choice."Real swell turn out, Teaps. Would've been great if I could've, you know, helped a little besides just making my ass sore on the ground."
"You were helping, you were where I was channeling from." Teapy pointed out, raising his knife and flicking the metal of the blade until it sang back at him. Etched into the bottom of his knife was a symbol specific to the Kougra, tying him to Teapy's weapon and allowing the spells to come from him.
He was the Aisha's support system, the network from which he drew spells by throwing out a specific cue and receiving the power directly to his weapon. His 'HM Slave' as he likened it to, though it never impressed Tony much.HM slaves didn't fight.
Tony waved off his friend's argument and turned away, going instead for the camp they had set up forty yards back down in the body of the canyon. Kouji was there waiting, hidden inside of a tent with all of their books, aspect seeking devices and camping equipment. She'd want to know whether or not everyone had made it out alive.
Mel was brushing herself off and checking for any bleeding cuts when Art approached the teenagers, waving his sword of carefully to disperse the steam that was coming off of it."You two okay?"
"We're alright." Teapy nodded and slipped his knife back into the sheath that hung on his hip. "Those things are bigger then the last ones."
"You're right, they were. So we're heading in the right direction." Art said, slipping his own sword back into its pocket once the metal had cooled. "Don't be surprised when you see the mother of these things. When I told you we're following a mountain, I wasn't making the comparison lightly."
Mel snorted. "We've been feeling the ground shake for two weeks now. We heard it roar once and I thought someone had dropped a bomb on our country." The Ixi didn't mind reminding them of that, her response had been screaming the loudest curse word Teapy had ever heard and tackling himself, Kouji and even Tony to the ground, as if her body might protect them from whatever effects of the blast they got.
Either that, or it was one last hug, the Aisha was always a little too intimidated by her to ask.
Still, Art was shaking his head. The drake reached back and combed his hair out of his face, he did that when he was stressed. "I don't know if hearing it walk can really make you appreciate it. This thing is going to be so tall, you won't be able to see the top of it if it's standing up straight, it'll be hidden by the clouds. It decides to stomp on us and we are going to be embedded so deep into the earth that we might as well be carbon dated with the dinosaurs. The only reason we haven't seen it coming from miles away is the sandstorms that are going to be kicking up once we get out of the mouth of this canyon." Art gestured east ward, towards their eventual exit of this three week hunting excursion.
"And once we get there, like hell are we going to do anything about it. This is purely educational. I'm here to show you why we have to clean up all of these little incidentals that are caused when behemoths affect the environment, and to make you appreciate how small we are." Art reached up and scratched at the beard he had been growing in since they left home. "You're going to look in the eyes of a god and then we're gonna go home."
"I still don't see how you can be comfortable with that." Teapy was prepared to have the same argument he had had with his father nearly every day of this trip. Art was rolling his eyes though, and apparently not as willing. "I never said I was comfortable with it."
"But you're letting it happen." Teapy pointed out. "People are going to die if all we do is clean up the remnants instead of dealing with the real problem."The Aisha frowned up at his father.
"You're part of an entire network of huntsman, why aren't we trying something? Between a thousand people, you'd think one of them might have any idea how to stop these things."
"You don't stop gods. You just deal with however they decide to shape the world you're living in." Art answered tiredly, the words coming out almost rehearsed by now. "It's like politicians except these things are more honest."
"But the rest of the world--"
"The rest of the world tried a lot of methods when these things first showed up eleven years ago." Art cut in, mirroring the same frown his son wore back on him. "None of them worked. Now we look at them like we're supposed to, like tsunamis or tornadoes. We're not trying to stop them, Teapy, we're just trying to limit the damage. That's why we're out here."
Somewhere in between their argument, Mel had the sense to walk away and join Kouji and Tony down by the tents. Teapy knew he and his father could get as angry with each other as they wanted to, no one was watching, there wasn't any pressure to be polite.
But they always took the same method, a hard exhale of the stale, hot air that had been trapped in their lungs and leaning back on the balls of their feet. The two of them got angry with each other but Art had never talked down to his son, and that was why the Aisha trusted him, even when he was saying something he didn't want to hear.
"I'm sorry." Art said after a moment, and Teapy knew it wasn't an apology for getting angry, it was an admittance that there was nothing he could do. There wasn't any way to beat a god.
Teapy wouldn't say it, but he still planned to try someday. "It's fine." The Aisha waved it off. "We're both tired.""Yeah, probably are." Art reached out and ruffled Teapy's hair. "Come on, let's go get the fire going before we lose our light. I'm sure you and Mel could eat a horse after that."
The drake patted his son on the back as he headed back towards the campsite, hands shoved into his pockets and sword bumping against his hip as he walked.
Teapy watched him go, tapping idly on to the end of his knife. He'd have to talk to Tony tonight, apologize for leaving him out of the fray again and try to talk some sense into why they had no real other choice. He and the Kougra could sit around the books for awhile, pick new spells to put on the dial that was inked onto his friend's arm in washable marker.
Miles away, a massive foot rose and dropped back on to the ground and the world beneath it shook. Teapy felt the vibrations go up his legs and he grimaced. His father thought they couldn't appreciate how big a god was until they saw it. Teapy felt like in the pit of his stomach, he already knew what challenge he faced.
The Aisha didn't have any time to assess whether he had cut himself scrambling to get away. He pushed himself back up on to his feet with one hand, the other still gripping his knife, as he dove back into the fray, shouting over the roars of the golem in front of him."Two o'clock!"
Teapy ran directly up to the body of the monster and jumped for its body, throwing his weight behind the blade and shoving the knife into a crevice between the creature's neck and shoulder. A blast of lightning shot out of the body of the blade and into its victim, the golem's roar came out in whining pain and the rocks that shaped its body fell away.
This time, when the Aisha fell, he landed on his feet. Around him were the disembodied limbs of the monster, arms, legs, something that vaguely resembled a head, but its chest was a smoking heap of disintegrating black stone. Kouji had been right, these things needed to be hit in their major mass, which explained why this one had re-grown its arm both times Teapy had knocked it off.
Looking up, the Aisha tried to assess where the others were. Mel was doing exactly what he had anticipated she would be, backing one of these monstrosities into a corner. The Ixi fought with a long saber in her hand, though unlike the Aisha's, it wouldn't be calling forth any particular light show. She had only the steel in her hand, and she made that work for her. The girl ducked every nonsensical swing the golem threw at her and sliced back, hitting it in the edges and forcing it away from the others.
Teapy came up behind the Ixi, waiting for an opening when the desperate monster was too focused on her to see him coming. Again, he shouted loudly across the battlefield, "Two o'clock!", jumped for the golem's shoulders, embedded his knife and watched the sparks fly off.When the body fell away and the Aisha was dropped back down from the height onto his feet, he looked to Mel Paxton, and realized she was breathing hard and sweating."Are you alright?"
"Fine." She was never going to admit to being tired, but he felt better asking. The Ixi wiped at her forehead, flicked away the water and spat on the ground to get rid of some dirt that had gotten in there when she had been knocked down. Turning away, she pointed tiredly with her blade. "Looks like your dad's doing alright."
Thirty feet from them, Art Vasquez was surrounded by three of the eight foot tall sandstone golems. He didn't seem particularly concerned about it.The drake jumped back, slid down and ducked out of the way of each punch the creatures threw at him. Several times they managed to clock each other in the head with their attempts, though it didn't do them much harm.
Finally, the man smiled and tapped the length of his sword against his leg. It seemed he wasn't going to be playing with them much longer.
Unlike his son, Art had his spells tattooed on to his arms. He didn't need to call out for a specific one to be casted by someone else. The drake pressed two fingers from his left hand on to his right arm, raised the blade, and sunk it into a crevice between two plates that made up the first golem's stomach. The beast burst out into an explosion of rocks and the drake was left with a smoldering blade.
Wheeling around, he dispatched the other two in a similar fashion, equally as messy and without much regard for where the bits landed. That was why he usually told the younger ones to stay a ways back.
Looking around, Teapy readjusted his glasses on his nose and realized that they were finished. There twelve carcasses on the ground, that was all they came to take care of."That went by pretty fast, actually." The Aisha remarked with a smile. "I'd say it went pretty well."
"Yeah, sure." Across the battlefield, Tony Killmaster was stepping out from behind a fallen tree and throwing glares at his best friend. The Kougra had been behind there the entirety of the fight, and not by choice."Real swell turn out, Teaps. Would've been great if I could've, you know, helped a little besides just making my ass sore on the ground."
"You were helping, you were where I was channeling from." Teapy pointed out, raising his knife and flicking the metal of the blade until it sang back at him. Etched into the bottom of his knife was a symbol specific to the Kougra, tying him to Teapy's weapon and allowing the spells to come from him.
He was the Aisha's support system, the network from which he drew spells by throwing out a specific cue and receiving the power directly to his weapon. His 'HM Slave' as he likened it to, though it never impressed Tony much.HM slaves didn't fight.
Tony waved off his friend's argument and turned away, going instead for the camp they had set up forty yards back down in the body of the canyon. Kouji was there waiting, hidden inside of a tent with all of their books, aspect seeking devices and camping equipment. She'd want to know whether or not everyone had made it out alive.
Mel was brushing herself off and checking for any bleeding cuts when Art approached the teenagers, waving his sword of carefully to disperse the steam that was coming off of it."You two okay?"
"We're alright." Teapy nodded and slipped his knife back into the sheath that hung on his hip. "Those things are bigger then the last ones."
"You're right, they were. So we're heading in the right direction." Art said, slipping his own sword back into its pocket once the metal had cooled. "Don't be surprised when you see the mother of these things. When I told you we're following a mountain, I wasn't making the comparison lightly."
Mel snorted. "We've been feeling the ground shake for two weeks now. We heard it roar once and I thought someone had dropped a bomb on our country." The Ixi didn't mind reminding them of that, her response had been screaming the loudest curse word Teapy had ever heard and tackling himself, Kouji and even Tony to the ground, as if her body might protect them from whatever effects of the blast they got.
Either that, or it was one last hug, the Aisha was always a little too intimidated by her to ask.
Still, Art was shaking his head. The drake reached back and combed his hair out of his face, he did that when he was stressed. "I don't know if hearing it walk can really make you appreciate it. This thing is going to be so tall, you won't be able to see the top of it if it's standing up straight, it'll be hidden by the clouds. It decides to stomp on us and we are going to be embedded so deep into the earth that we might as well be carbon dated with the dinosaurs. The only reason we haven't seen it coming from miles away is the sandstorms that are going to be kicking up once we get out of the mouth of this canyon." Art gestured east ward, towards their eventual exit of this three week hunting excursion.
"And once we get there, like hell are we going to do anything about it. This is purely educational. I'm here to show you why we have to clean up all of these little incidentals that are caused when behemoths affect the environment, and to make you appreciate how small we are." Art reached up and scratched at the beard he had been growing in since they left home. "You're going to look in the eyes of a god and then we're gonna go home."
"I still don't see how you can be comfortable with that." Teapy was prepared to have the same argument he had had with his father nearly every day of this trip. Art was rolling his eyes though, and apparently not as willing. "I never said I was comfortable with it."
"But you're letting it happen." Teapy pointed out. "People are going to die if all we do is clean up the remnants instead of dealing with the real problem."The Aisha frowned up at his father.
"You're part of an entire network of huntsman, why aren't we trying something? Between a thousand people, you'd think one of them might have any idea how to stop these things."
"You don't stop gods. You just deal with however they decide to shape the world you're living in." Art answered tiredly, the words coming out almost rehearsed by now. "It's like politicians except these things are more honest."
"But the rest of the world--"
"The rest of the world tried a lot of methods when these things first showed up eleven years ago." Art cut in, mirroring the same frown his son wore back on him. "None of them worked. Now we look at them like we're supposed to, like tsunamis or tornadoes. We're not trying to stop them, Teapy, we're just trying to limit the damage. That's why we're out here."
Somewhere in between their argument, Mel had the sense to walk away and join Kouji and Tony down by the tents. Teapy knew he and his father could get as angry with each other as they wanted to, no one was watching, there wasn't any pressure to be polite.
But they always took the same method, a hard exhale of the stale, hot air that had been trapped in their lungs and leaning back on the balls of their feet. The two of them got angry with each other but Art had never talked down to his son, and that was why the Aisha trusted him, even when he was saying something he didn't want to hear.
"I'm sorry." Art said after a moment, and Teapy knew it wasn't an apology for getting angry, it was an admittance that there was nothing he could do. There wasn't any way to beat a god.
Teapy wouldn't say it, but he still planned to try someday. "It's fine." The Aisha waved it off. "We're both tired.""Yeah, probably are." Art reached out and ruffled Teapy's hair. "Come on, let's go get the fire going before we lose our light. I'm sure you and Mel could eat a horse after that."
The drake patted his son on the back as he headed back towards the campsite, hands shoved into his pockets and sword bumping against his hip as he walked.
Teapy watched him go, tapping idly on to the end of his knife. He'd have to talk to Tony tonight, apologize for leaving him out of the fray again and try to talk some sense into why they had no real other choice. He and the Kougra could sit around the books for awhile, pick new spells to put on the dial that was inked onto his friend's arm in washable marker.
Miles away, a massive foot rose and dropped back on to the ground and the world beneath it shook. Teapy felt the vibrations go up his legs and he grimaced. His father thought they couldn't appreciate how big a god was until they saw it. Teapy felt like in the pit of his stomach, he already knew what challenge he faced.