Solomon knelt in the small, white, room that was used as EPIC's ritual room - the near-zen of the place comforted him from the barely contained aggravation that had, at one time long ago, been his constant companion. It has not been a good night, he mused, sloughing out of the leather jacket and letting the spell drop - with a faint flair of fire, ( Read more... )

Gonna-murder-a-motherfucker-if-he-keeps-hitting-on-my-wife.

That's one word, right?

The light shone in his eyes as the bushi slowly opened them. He couldn't see past the brightness of the light, but could hear the movements of people around him.

"Well Mr. Kane. It appears that you have put us in a bit of a bind, and to be honest I do not like being in that postion. So you leave me with two options. Try to talk you into ( Read more... )

The first rule of the prisoner is to survive.

The air was quiet around the bushi as he mediated, feeling the air of the quiet cell move around him. His legs and muscles ached, screamed, cried out for him to move or shift, and still he held the rigid lotus position on the floor. As the muscles of his body slowly gave way to his will, he felt the calm ( Read more... )

When he felt the force of the spell wash over him, Solomon couldn't help but frown - the spell itself must've taken weeks of preparation amongst scores of mages; the equivalent of a magical shockwave that shattered their spells and preparations on Reliquary, rooting each of them in place as if frozen in time. His nimbus flared to life as he watched ( Read more... )

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The bushi looked over the map sprawled across his desk, the cigar smoking slowly between his fingers as he marked off patrol routes. With a word, he'd declared a state of emergency in the Consillium, declared war on behalf of the Pentacle and the city of Orlando; the singular target of the ancient mage that had haunted the ( Read more... )

It's going about as well as I can expect, chasing the lich through his own portal. The darkness that sits in the soul of every Gatewarden means that it doesn't matter to me that the room we enter is still dark. I can see him, clear as day, and when his teleportation is counterspelled, I can see the look of panic cross his face.

He's wild-eyed, not ( Read more... )

He lifted the smaller girl into his arms as she began flagging from even holding an arm around his shoulder. Giving Jester a quick nod, Solomon could only chuckle to himself as he thought about how well Sally might fare against Isobel when he, himself, had been tanked.

Granted, he mused, that was before the body control. They'd have to give it ( Read more... )

OOC: Warning - Long. ;)

The warrior-mage’s knuckles gleamed in the sudden flash of lightning across the sky. The sheen of rain pounded down over skin and mud, highlighting the deep luster of blood. His heart pounded in his ears as the man came at him, again and again, with his mind trying to reconcile the unmitigated hatred present on his opponent’ ( Read more... )

The warrior slammed his fist through the computer screen monitor in front of him, some rational part of his mind noting that the temperature of the room started to grow in heat before he took a slow and deep breath, regaining control over the aethir fire within his soul and spirit ( Read more... )