Emory Ironstrike
Location: Outside the walls >> Forest/Path
Activity: Hunting for an Oblomus
Mood: Scared, Alert, Tired.
Emmy's breath came out in short puffs as she sprinted, and the ground was excitedly bouncing due to the giant beast that was chasing her. Emory kept glancing back as she ran. For some reason the creature seemed to look angrier every time she checked; she didn't understand why? Emory was nice, you know all she wanted was a little bit of your tusk. She panted, she couldn't run for much longer, so as Emory ran she messily rummaged through one of her woollen sacks that was attached to her waist by a belt. She pulled out a bottle that contained a dark maroon coloured dust, she fumbled it open and as her legs almost collapsed, she flung the dust out in front of her and it lifted her slowly, but not slow enough for the beast to catch her.
Now that Em had the advantage of being up in the air, she looked at the creature, to be more exact it was an Oblomus, they were covered in a large coat of greyish fur, it's legs were immensely muscular, with claws that looked like sharpened stone. The nostrils of the Oblomus breathed out heavy smoke, like a dragon, the Oblomus was also able to breath fire but not in any way were they stronger than dragon's, they also don't breath as much fire as a dragon. The Oblomus met her questioning gaze and let out a tremendous rumble as it growled at her, she sighed. She nervously rummaged in one of her little sacks before pulling out a piece of meat that was glazed in bees honey, the blood of a goat, various grinded animal bones and a hint of her own magic, she had made the meat into a little sleeping potion before she had travelled outside the walls to find the Oblomus. She threw the piece of meat to the beast but the brutal black iris' of the creature remained on her.
"So much for that working.." She sighed, but she had spoken too soon, the Oblomus sniffed the air and it's gaze reverted to the meat, scrambling to chomp it down. Once it had done so, the beast wobbled and stumbled, eventually the beast fell with a large thud that blew away the dust that surrounded her feet, therefore she began falling and she ended up landing on the hard dirt floor herself. She refused to shout in pain, she was stronger than that, so she just winced and sat there for a few seconds to let the pain release itself. Once the pain had subsided she clumsily shot up and kneeled beside the big tusk of the Oblomus, it was almost as long and wide as her body, she took a small saw from her little woollen bag - which was oddly small to carry so many things, but it's all a trick of the eye - and began saw off the tip of the tusk, once she'd finished, the piece of the tip she'd cut off covered her whole hand. After she had sawed off the tusk she decided to pray for the creature.
"By the power of the God Eothy, I pray for you to be shielded from the pain in your tusk, I require for you, the beast, to continue hunting and gaining knowledge to push on your survival. You have won many battles with Wisdom, but I have won this one." She murmured as her hand gently swooped over it's body sized forehead. She then stood an continued her travels.
Emory had been in the outside forest ever since dawn, she had been collecting little pieces for her journey today. Emory had known a while now that Lady Esta, who she had known since the age of three, was travelling to another kingdom today. Emmy had snook into the kingdom of Dragon Slayers many times before. Alatum Hastam's guards were very keen guards, which made them hard to get past, but because sneaking into Foreign Kingdoms was basically her job, it has to be done. So, she knew that a place like that was no place for her dear friend, she was going to accompany her. The Queen didn't know this yet. Emory continued to walk on into the forest when she heard some commotion from the general direction of where the path was. Emory frowned and sprinted to the path where she found a ragged looking man stood over a womam who she knew all too well. Queen Esta. Emory's body burned with rage as the bandit began to advance for her. She shot forward to the man, as she did so, she received the philosophers stone from her little bag. Just before she reached the bandit she whispered a spell under her breath, just to grab the man with her hand, automatically turning him into silver. He was now pure metal. Emory collapsed in pain and her nose bled a little, it was always quite painful when she used her alchemy skills to create pure expensive metals. Especially a whole person, saying that, the Silver didn't even reach the bottom of one of his legs - she guessed that she just wasn't powerful enough yet. The one leg that hadn't transformed, was of no concern to her. The concern to her now was the several other bandits that surrounded them. Emory looked up at Esta and gave her a weak smile before getting up and beginning to chant something before one of the bandits reached her with their swords, stabbing her in the leg. She screamed in pain but remained alive to chant the rest of the circle and before they knew it, they were being lifted by runes, she was using her energy circle combat to now crush several of their bones so they would be paralysed for a short while - long enough to lock them up and hang them for treason. They all dropped onto the floor and so did she. The world began to spin around her, she slowly and carefully turned to the injured whinnying horse that lay a few feet beside her, crawling, breathing heavily, bleeding from her nose, eyes and ears and wound. She leaned on the horse while trying to take out the healing potion for the horse form her small sack. She eventually managed to do so, but as she tried to move to the wound, the world went black around her and the potion rolled from her hand. That was the problem with Emory. She
always cared about others lives more than her own.
ooc:
Argentopoeia
Potion Creation
I know she sounds a little OP, but alchemy is all I've got to her name, no royality or anything. So I hope
@Citrus you don't mind that I did that?