A Tragic Affair IC

[Nicole Birdy]

James has been enjoying herself enough, making small talk when needed and sipping wine. It was critical she was here since she had been absent from the public for so long. The last time she had been to this party was about five years ago, though it could have been longer. Memory is something tricky she was noticing.
She stood by a young woman about twenty or so, both if them silent as the King spoke. James found it odd they hadn't greeted her when she arrived as was custom, but she put that out of her mind as she listened.
Then, as everyone noticed, shit hit the fan. The woman beside her was killed instantly, her blood covering the dark red dress James was wearing. Lucky day to wear this color she thought to herself and ran towards one of the doors.
"Open this at once," she commanded. The guards didn't listen.
She turned back to the blood bath and summoned a ball of fire, burning one of the monsters alive. She spat on it's body and began making her way through the crowd, fire blazing into the air. She was determined to get out of there.

 

[Starlighter]

[fieldbox="Sharina Varys of Caèlthe, #f0000f, ridge, 7, Papyrus"][font="verdana, 6"]Sharina held the broken glass daintily between her thumb and forefinger, giving the dead creature at her feet an irritated sneer as she skirted around it to stand beside Matthias. She glanced up at him, then tightened her grip on the glass and slashed out with it at a creature that came slightly too close. It snarled at her as glass pierced flesh, but a hushed word gave it the distinct impression that she was standing much farther away and to the left. Grunting, it lumbered away.

"It's wonderful that this party finally got interesting, wouldn't you say?" She smirked and swivelled slightly, turning so that they were back to back. "But as enjoyable as the planned activities are, I'm afraid I'd rather not be an active participant. I don't suppose you can see a way out?"

Wishing for the hundredth time in her life that she was able to create the illusion of being invisible, Sharina raised her free hand and whispered quietly for a moment, instead casting the appearance that she and her verbal sparring partner appeared just like the monstrosities attacking them. It was impossible to know how long the illusion would last, but for now it was the best disguise she could think of.[/font][/fieldbox]
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[Noryia]

Before the attack, Amelia had been moving about the room being polite speaking briefly with those whom she had not seen since last year. She rather disliked having to talk with so many, but protocol called for it. The room was filled with an uneasy feeling, and it seemed, everyone felt it. There were only two of these parties that had had a joyful atmosphere, the first and second birthday of the prince. Ever since then, every noble tried to find a reason to not come, and because many of the nobles in her country disliked her they gave her the job of coming.

As she journeyed around the room she touched everything she came in contact with. Amelia thought best to be ready for anything at all, rather than be caught off guard. Her attention turn towards the queen and king more then once as time passed ever so slowly.

When the king and queen addressed the crowd, like everyone else, she listened with great interest. Her relief at not ever having to come to the creepy party instantly changed with the monsters appearance. Without hesitation Amelia changed her attitude, as screams from those brutally killed filled the air, the wizard entered the fight.

She backed away from the giant orc, that landed ten feet away from where she stood, because she knew she couldn't face it head on, she wasn't strong enough, nor did she have any weapons on her. Instead, she used what abilities she could, with what she could. small light blue energy strings formed from her finger tips, each finger string could be seen attached to the silverware on the tables along the walls.

Ten eating knives flew to her side with small movements of her fingers, she struck them into the orc nearest to where she stood. Once she pierced the skin of the orc she had to pull the knives back and strike again. This wasn't the way she liked to fight but she could only do so much with knives made to eat with, even if they were sharp on one side. She focused on hitting the places on the body that would cause the greatest damage to the adversary, hoping she would have time to take out as many as she could in the shortest time possible. But, with the size of her opponent it was difficult to land on the desired target.

While she stabbed the orc before her he charged towards her, since her abilities were mostly limited to magic she had little choice but to run. In the chaos that had fallen upon the room it was painstaking work to move around tables, people, and debris, trying to dodge the blows by the orc meant for her. Amelia was forced to pull up her dress with one hand to keep from falling on her face and leaving her back open to attack. She would run for a few steps, than turn, strike the orc, and run again. Knowing she couldn't count on help from anyone else she tried to move around in the same area to keep her fighting from the groups of nobles starting to gather at one side of the room and towards the door in a frantic attempt to escape.