Tempest Wars (Invite Only)

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Kaname quickly stood up, and looked towards the direction of the village.
"I'm going..." she said. "Are you coming with me? Oh wait...you want to stay away from there. You might want to find your own way home".

Kaname waited impatiently for Garrick to answer. The area they were in was too dangerous to stand around in.
 
I was asleep in minutes, it was always that way. Deep, restful sleep no matter the conditions. Soon, though, my sleep was haunted by nightmares. Fire, explosions, death, screaming. A line of bodies, facedown in the dirt, stretching for miles. A dagger planted deep in someone's heart. Who knew? I didn't, to be sure. The dreams passed and I slept on.
 
"You kidding?" I asked. "I ran away from home, remember? Just so I could fight inthis stupid war between the DMS and the POSD. Normally i would be for either side, since frankly I don't know the issue between them and frankly I don't care. But they're attacking MY town. and that makes it personally." With a scowl on my face, I ran right by her towards the direction of the screams.
 
Shaking her head slightly, Kaname followed Garrick towards the village. Although the sky wasnt too visable in this forest, Kaname could still see the smoke from where the village was located. Above a storm was blowing in. If Kaname needed to fight it wouldnt be that hard. Storms were the source of Kaname's power. It was easier to use when storms were around.
 
I was already making tracks for the village. If someone needed my help, anyone, then I couldn't turn them down. I needed to do my part to save the people, and possibly a little more to make the instigators of the attack miserable...
 
It wasn't long before I was in the village, and I was horrified by what I saw.

Almost all the building were burning. bodies scattered the ground, and it seemed as if no one had survived. I knew this town was where my friends lived... I could only imagine what had happened to them, and my anger began to boil over. I seethed with hatred for the DMS. Why did they do this?! And it was then I saw why. A small group of POSD men in their standard white robes were moving slowly down the street, their hands up in the air with a protective barrier produced above them. It was then I saw the DMS sorcerers hovering in teh sky, attempting to break through the barrier. They had burned down my village just because of some stupid mages who were incapable of keeping a low profile. My anger clouded my judgement, and with a gathering of energy, I threw a desctructive ball of magic at one of teh DMS sorcerers. He barely saw it coming, but he avoided it nonetheless, and I had gotten their attention. now I was being attacked by the DMS as well.
 
Kaname looked at Garrick with great sympathy. She couldnt imagine what was running through his mind at this moment. Kaname shared his anger, and without realising it she caused lightning to strike from the sky, nearly taking out a member of the DMS.
 
I had come into the village, and was attracting a lot of attention myself. Not because people thought I was a helpless old man in the midst of a battle, but because anyone who looked at me would see a young man, covered in modern body armor, carrying a silver and black staff that matched the armor, as light began to pulsate through my walking stick as I prepared my spells...
 
a few blasts were shot at me by teh DMS, clearly not liking my intrusion. I did a backflip to avoid them, which I must admit surprised me. I had no idea I had that sort of dexterity. As soon as I was upright on my feet again, I shot a barrage of blasts from my palms. since I wasn't weighted down with the slower speed of a item, I was able to launch them rather fast, and the DMS barely had time to react to put up a defensive sheild. Now seeing teh DMS on teh defensive, The POSD mages who were defendings earlier dropped their shield and helped in the assault.
 
When the DMS mages were distracted by the young boy who seemed to have extraordinary talent for his age, I struck with a simple power spell. It wasn't a blast so much as it was a pure beam of power, allowing a lot more energy to be directed at your foe. I held it back so that it would be like a physical attack, beating down relentlessly on their shield...
 
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The sheild shattered, and teh Dms fell to teh ground, almost completely drained from ahving to uphold the shield. I took the opportunity and without thinking, I ran up to a DMS Sorcerer as soon as he got up and hit him staright in the jaw with my right hook. His head snapped up before he slumped to the ground.
 
As soon as the shield fell, I began charging energy through my staff, and when it was finished, I sent out a refracting beam of light around the DMS mages, temporarily, if painfully blinding them. They would recover, but until then, they'd be attacking blindly. This would give me the chance I needed to work a more complex spell...
 
I was unprepared for the mage's spell and ended up squinting through the light. I was uanble to see the DMS neaby who was fortunate enough to aim my way when he fired off a shot. I felt myself get hit hard in teh shoulder, sending my flying several feet and skidding across teh dirt. I gritted my teeth, forcing the cry of pain to be left inside of me. My shoulder felt mangled after that blast, but I wasn't about to let these guys win.
 
I heard the commotion, and despite my body's complaints, I rose off the ground, and took off into the forest, ignoring the man i was forced to leave behind. This was yet another matter that only I had to get involved in. I managed to get to a ridge above the fight scene, and I saw one of the members take off, but I didn't know where...
 
The magical energies being flung around were what finally woke me. I started to full conciousness, quickly gaining my bearing. Ishalla was awake too, apparently ready to go. I dropped my pack, motioning for my familiar and hitting a path at a run, relying on my finely attuned magical senses to guide my feet, rather than my vision. I was there fast enough, surveying the scene and immediately deciding that in this case, assissting the PSOD would be to my advantage. Ducking behind a wall, I quickly began summoning the energy needed for one of my most powerful spells.
 
I slowly rose to my feet, not daring to assess the damage my hard hda taken from that blow. Chances are it was the ground slide that hurt it more than the blat, but still it was hurting like the fires of he!!. I only had one arm I could producce anything left. I coudl only hope it would be enough. I squated down on one knee to make myself a smaller target and began firing with my left hand.
 
There, it was ready. I hated giving away how much I could do so early on, but so be it. I needed to impress upon these people how comitted I was to their safety. Standing, I whirled my staff thrice around my head, then pointed it at the nearest DMS mage. A blast of silver-white lightning shot from the tip, striking the mage full in the chest, then jumping to the next mage in line. Then the next, and the next, continuing on as long as I fed the spell. Chain lightning was never a pretty thing. When I let the spell die and my vision cleared, the sky seemed to be clear. That, and the lingering smell of burnt flesh and ozone were all that said I'd ever cast that particular magic.
 
Even from the relitive safety of my perch, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, cutting off a yell. I heard a voice in my ear, male, definatly. Deep enough to match the one that had taken off. "well well. Looks like we found our little ice mage. You've been quite the thorn." As he dragged me off, I was too exausted to struggle...
 
ooc: TAD, that was a little much. How about save some for the rest of us?

ic: There were still about 7 left, and now that that mysterious flash of light had cleared, I was easy prey. I rolled behind a pile of rubble, narrowly missing being blasted to bits. I shot blasts over the wall of stone, using it as a shield to keep me relatively safe from the DMS Sorcerers.
 
<OOC>Fine, fine. I'm a bit used to D&D chain lightning.<OOC>

Crap I thought, seeing a few more maical blasts. I must have missed a few, or not seen them, or whatever. Never mind that now, I'd failed and I needed time to recover. That spell took a good deal out of me. I ducked behind a stone wall for cover and began a simple calming exercise to help me regain magical focus.
 
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