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World of Darkness: The Academy - Chapter 13: The Master of Darkness

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Renata

The temperature battled in the small space of the room, the heat and cold rising and falling as the two forces fought one another. Renata was feeling pretty good; she could feel her power pinning the creature against the wall, while she also beat back it’s cold.

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Then something cold touched her ankle, winding around it like a tentacle of slimy ice. Renata almost shrieked. Was there another!? Had the one she had somehow reached this far?! The lack of lights made the unexpected touch worse, and the smell of frigid cold, the peculiar smell of frozen air, seemed to be gathering around her body.

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Sean felt nothing as the weapon sliced into the Keeper’s body. It was a stunning letdown to her mentally; the sense of unrequited release was terrible. She should have cut him. He should be bleeding, spilling out his essence like a perverted version of male issue. Instead, nothing.

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Still screaming, she sliced higher; she’d seen his face and knew it was there! This time, she struck something; not his face, but something lower and just as meaty. Shadows wrapped around her waist and her neck and hauled her away from him, the cold, black tentacles like being accosted by a frozen giant octopus. They whipped her through the air and tossed her—right into the charging Ravi. The two went down in a tangle of furry legs and muscled arms.

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Swan made her own attack, only to be swept off her feet. The Keeper was fighting with ridiculous ease, his shadows operating with precision and strength. Had they not had the electric lights to create a focused beam of brightness, the Daltonites wouldn’t have a chance. As it was, they were still struggling to make a difference.

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Like Sean, his first attack sliced through shadows; it was only when he struck higher that he seemed to hit anything. Ray’s shouted order also seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. With a snarl, the master of shadows a long lance of shadows at Ray again, but this time, it pierced his torso, sliding between two ribs to come out the back.

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“Lu… Lu… Lucia?”

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Even slurred and uncertain, the voice was Lucia’s mother; Lucia knew it. She opened her eyes to see the feathered woman bending over her, the dancing lights from the fighters turning patches of her white feathers into blazes of color. “Mom?” Lucia whispered, moving to sit up before yelping at the pain that burned through her abused body.

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“Baby? I…” Her mother reached for her, only to stop when she saw the feathers adorning her arms. “I… I’m back here. And you’re… oh, god, no, please no, let this be a nightmare.” The woman named Pandora, better known to Lucia as Mom, covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with horror.

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“Mom!” Lucia dragged herself up and grabbed her mother, holding her tight. Had the broken cage also released her mother’s wits? Lucia didn’t know and didn’t care.

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“You shouldn’t be here!” Pandora hugged her daughter fiercely. “You have to go! Before he…”

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“I’m taking you out of here.” Lucia stood up, almost falling when her back lanced with pain again. Blinking past the white stars that gathered in her vision, she said, “We’re all going.”

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Together, the two clambered out the cage through the hole in it. “Quick, while the others are fighting!” Pandora pushed Lucia toward the exit. “Go!”

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Sean has 1 level of bruising and 1 lethal. The bruising is from colliding with an airborn, furry mack truck; the lethal is friendly fire from an accidental clawing in the collision.

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Jer has 3 levels of lethal damage. The narrow spear went through and through, missing all organs and all major blood vessels, and without shattering a rib. ;)

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Lucia has 4 levels of lethal from hitting the cage; for dramatic purposes, she’s got a fucked-up back, several cracked ribs, and one broken floating rib.

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Lucia shook her head, her vision swimming as pain lanced through her sides at the movement, staring at her mother with shocked reproach. "I'm not leaving them, Mom!" Her expression turned deathly pale, as pale as Frida, when she spotted the speared Ray, but it gave her an idea. "Go wait outside, we'll come out as soon as we can get everyone."

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She didn't wait for her mother's protests, but instead stumbled away and pulled on the darkness inside of her. It came more easily this time and two shadow tendrils spilled out from her; they shot out towards the Keeper, aiming not for where a human would be vulnerable, but for the only consistently solid piece of the otherwordly creature: his face. She grabbed for him, intending to pull his head down onto the flashlight. "Leave. My. Friends. Alone. You. Kidnapping. Bastard!" she yelled between clenched teeth.

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Mechanics
Roll(3d10)+0:

8,5,10,+0
Total:23

No quality for a reroll of the 10, so two shadow arms.

8/10 Power

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Dunno what I should really roll for her trying to face-bash the Keeper; it's mostly there for dramatic pissed-offness. :D

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Ravi hissed as Sean heaved him off her with fury-fueled strength and climbed back to her feet. Blood trickled down her cheek from where the panther-man's claws had gouged her and dripped from her chin, and her blue eyes glittered like black ice under the flickering light, rage subsuming her aches and pains.

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Under normal circumstances, Sean would have felt regret and self-recrimination for seeing her friends being hurt and not being able to stop it, but the raging SoulFury precluded that. There was the vague thought that she wished she had flares or some other means to make more light in her pack, but it faded away as the Chideran Amazon charged the Keeper once more.

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With the writhing mass of shadows, there was something solid inside the Keeper, something that could be hurt. His throat, his spine, his heart, whatever it was, she'd find it and she'd tear it too pieces. Barely making out Lucia's shadowy tendrils tying down the Keep, Sean grinned viciously.

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"Hold 'im still, Lucia!" Sean shouted, long legs eating up the distance the Keeper had thrown her. She couldn't see it, but she had a target now, hands tightening in eagerness to pulp and rip whatever was inside the Keeper, then tear it out. "We got 'im this time!"

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Sean dipped low to avoid Lucia's shadow arms, her fist going under then up in a powerful uppercut to find the solid bit hiding inside the ephemeral shadows.

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Oh.... oh, graaaaaaaaaaaaah. Ray had the wear and tear of most decidely excruciating training, some cuts and lashes from skirmishes with the Caramine led raiding parties from time to time. But nothing created such shock, pain and shiver as the exotic, new sensation of being speared through the gut. Ray's teeth ground together, but amazingly his tongue only was coated with saliva, not blood.

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Ray flipped the knife in his weapon-hand, so he could grasp and wrench at the spear impaling him. It faded, breaking solidity, and from the internal shift - so did the invading head. Lightly, Ray's fingers skimmed across the area of the frontal wound as he lurched back from the radius of close combat. No sign of bones or ribs being damaged. Bleeding would be an issue, but his hand could feel a lot more damp than it was.

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Not the kind of luck he preferred out of his powers, but Ray could accept it. Better than the alternative. "Ggh- Get em."

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Still firmly ensnared and nearly enveloped by black tendrils, Silvia thrashed, clawed and bit for all she was worth. But held within the mass, it was all but futile, no matter how desperately she flailed; the living shadow that held her fast proved ephemeral when tooth or claw would normally find purchase. Even her growls seemed muffled.

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Renata squeezed back against the wall, then tried to stomp on the weird, cold thingy it kept slithering over to her...and while it didn't hurt, it DID have the effect of distracting her. Too late, she realized that her concentration had faltered, and that the heat she'd been trying to develop was escaping into the air of the room instead of focusing on one little spot. Harmless...ineffective against the unnatural chill this thing was summoning.

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Her fingers tightened around the metal knife-wheel in her hand, and she scowled.

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That's what she got for trying to go all Jedi-mind meld on this thing. Time to stop screwing around and get this thing done so she could go have a chat about the risks inherent in throwing people through walls with Daddy Long-Tentacles in there.

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She started advancing on the spot that her telekinesis was still grasping what she increasingly suspected was probably just a ball of long tentacles or something. It had some kind of mass, and if she had to reach in there and find it by hand then that's what she'd do.

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Fail. One success on 8 dice.

:( Roll made in Carver's presence. Switching tactics before I run out of power points.

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The Keeper laughed—laughed—at her words. “Your anger is weak and impotent. You think because you can control my shadows that you have power. But you have nothing!” Lucia felt the monster’s shadows coil around her, their pressure increasing as the Keeper squeezed.

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Sean felt the muscle, the meat, impact her fist. Without hesitation, she swung again, her mighty blow knocking the Keeper back. At the same time, Ravi pounced, his black form swarming over the shadows of the Keeper, blending with and disappearing into the darkness of their enemy. Sylvia struggled against the shadows holding her, making her a writhing black ball on the floor.

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Swan danced in to mirror Sean on the other side of the Keeper, but she hadn’t seen the trick. It didn’t matter after a moment; the Keeper’s shadows rolled up behind him and over her, knocking her back once more. This time, they worked to pin her.

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Ahvia joined the fray, pulling a small knife from somewhere on her person. She didn’t attack the Keeper directly; instead, she was trying to cut the shadows away from Lucia. Her narrow face was twisted with the force of her determination as she worked, trying to free her friend. The effort was less than fruitful.

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The fight with the Keeper could have gone on indefinitely, but as Lucia began to have trouble breathing, it seemed to ignite her mother to action. Pandora pushed her way past the tendrils wrapping around Lucia and the struggling Ahvia to face the Keeper. “Stop it! You’re killing her! She’s your daughter!”

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