Veneficus quod Apparatus

[marriv]

The foggy apparition rolled it's eyes and glared back at her. He made a reaching gesture and clenched his fist. His arm moved as if pulling aside a drape, and he magic began to waver.
"Know your place, lesser witch apprentice," he spat, knowing the weight of the insult behind such a low mage ranking for any sex. "You look upon the wrath of a northern archmage."
His other arm gave a savage wave towards the remaining giants, save the loud one, which sent them flying off into near buildings. Heavy blows, but nothing other then knockouts for such hardy beings.
"And yes I know of your name and record, pitiful thing," he grumbled, rubbing his right temple. "Now know mine. I am Mathias Cerium Grendle Brovich Ageras. One of the mountain elf archmages still alive, holding rank three."
He knew the rarity of mountain elves combined with the impact of an elf archmage would shock mostly anyone. Neither were common sights, and the tales of rampaging elf archmages were what kept them a dying breed by other races.
"Now tell me why impudent," he muttered to her, shadows rising up off the ground and surrounding her, "why should I not crush you and end your reign?"
His comm blared the message from Clive and he comically lost face.
"Oh come on! How hard is it to notice!?" he yelled back into the comm. "Wires, there shouldn't be wires on any of them..! And second, there shouldn't be any red ones other then then the trigger!"
The shadows did a bizarre wiggle then fell to the ground again.
"And unless you want to become a dearly departed hero of this junk hole, I suggest you listen. When the core blows, they blow no matter where they are short of five miles away!"
The blue fog Matt gave an embarrassed look and grumbled.
"Buddy.. a little concentration down here..?"

[Tusk]

" Wow, so harsh with your words mr. blue fog man. It is kind of rude to talk to a lady like that. It is almost barbaric like this giant right here. "
Dennen said as he simply appeared out of thin air. He looked to the Giant with a shake of his head.
" I really do pity you and how you can easily lose your mind. Welp, you giant walking destruction zone, time to let you sleep. "
He took out his gutiar and began playing a soft, relaxing tune. It was like a song for children. Soon Tusk was getting very sleepy. He tryed to yell and he tryed to swing his hammer at the bard, but soon he dropped into a deep sleep.
" Really like big children Giants are. So tell me mister blue, did you really have that hard of a time handling big children? I can not believe that you would give Tara a hard time when you yourself are nothing more than a weakling. A bard did in three seconds what you could not no matter what the time you needed. Oh and before you try this I am more powerful than you thing with me, please put your pride where the sun does not shine and realize that I might be on the very ship you are. "

[PsychoKath]

Tara smiled a sweet and innocent little smile, looking up at the mountain elf as she charged her blade, "You pitiful piece of scraps. You think your title means anything to ME? You think your insults have any effect? That truely shows how ignorant you are- for if you think that you are any match for me than you are gravely mistaken." Her voice was sickly sweeat and before she knew it she was using her magic again- or rather, IT was using HER.

Her eyes glowed violet and she rose in the sky so that she was face to face with the blue fog that was the mage. "You may scare others, knave, but you most certainly do NOT frighten me." she whispered lowly, and before eiether of them knew what was happening a burst of power shot from her and enveloped the fog, it was now no longer blue but white and soon it was not there at all, for not only did her blast envelope the fog but it enveloped his real body as well; suffocating the fog out of exsistance.

But she knew, or rather, her MAGIC knew the fight wasn't over- and so it waited, patiently anticipating what the mage would throw at it; especially now that he no longer would underestimate her.

[marriv]

"Screw this.." he grumbled, waving his hand and banishing the the power around him. "I'm tired, and I have to attend to more important matters if you don't mind."
He lept from the ship deck, head first free falling towards Tara and the musician. He shot a burst of fire from his mouth, slowing him down and flipping him up right and landing on his feet lightly.
"Scare? I didn't intend to.. it's quite hard to scare the dead.." he pointed a finger at her forehead, then a bit to the left and shot a bolt of energy that downed a passing fighter. "Now if you don't mind bugging off and-" His other arm twisted back and fired several more blasts, countering the ship guns of the nearing cruiser. "And letting me do my work?"
He glanced at the bard.
"And if you don't mind.. I was holding back alot.. I wanted to do this.." he said, snapping his fingers, a small part of a near cruiser exploded into chunks of shrapnel. "But I wanted to spare him.. he had done me no personal onus."
His calm was finally returning, the neutrality of his attitude replacing the previous maniac.
"Now, I needed the power before.. but it was hazardous," he said quietly. "I think I can take the cruiser and deal with those crystals if I.. yes.. it should work.." He looked back at Tara. "You, I'll deal with later."
Matt walked forward through the field of falling ships and wrecks at a brisk pace. He knew the girl was not to be trusted, he had set up several barriers as he had talked to himself. His mind alone was more then enough for such simple tasks.

[Shorik]

The cruiser began to rumble from the hit it took from Mathias. In the hangar, the four men could feel it.
"What the hell Matt?!" Shudin shouted into the communicator, "You realize we're still in here, right?!"

Shudin then looked around the hanger. The flagship was definatly gone. The only ship left in the hangar was a slightly busted fighter ship.
"So.. how do we plan on getting out of here?" he said.
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Shorik was analyzing the situation. There were four of them, and a one-seated fighter ship.
"I have an idea.." he said, "But it's risky."
"Anything is better than being blown to bits..." the blonde-haired one responded, "Well, almost anything."
"Well..." Shorik began, "One of you guys would take that fighter ship. Whoever takes it needs to bring other ships close to here. I'll take out their ships, and bring them here one by one. I'll take the last ship for myself, and get out of here."
"And why should we trust you to save us?" the blonde one asked.
"If you don't trust me, then hire me." Shorik replied.
"What?" the blonde one said.
"I'm a mercenary." Shorik said, "Hire me, and you're guaranteed to get out of here. Deal?"
"I dunno..." the blonde one responded, thinking about it, "Clyve, what do you suggest?"

[Tusk]

As a peice of metal came, the bard did not move. He was hit, but the metal went right through him. It was only an illusion of Dennen. Where ever the real Dennen was, No one would know.

" Well I say that whatever you do blondie, think quickly because this ship is going down. I do not plan on being on an airship as it crashes so let us go. Oh and I know this do to the fact your frequency is on an open line and all I needed to do was find it. "
Dennen said as he sat ontop a railing and starting to whistle. There was an earpeice in his ear as he did this. It sounded a safe plan. He on the other hand was more than content to just jump off. He just closed his eyes for a bit and as the song he whistled made the whole situation seem calmer than what it was. It almost gave a feeling of confidence and that everything would be alright.

[marriv]

He glanced up to see the cruiser coming down, he stopped and his steps and swore loudly in his native tongue. He looked up and noticed it was going to fall short of the city, in fact, just low enough for the nose to plow right into.. Him!
He tensed, clapping his hands together and standing in a focused stance. What looked like several scrolls flew from his pockets and unfolded, revealing large arcane coracles already printed out.
They landed around him and spread out. The runes and lines glew bright colors, a large one appeared under him and his cloak and hair began to float and flutter from an updraft. He muttered rapidly, his hands making various signs and gestures. A few seconds before the ship came to the ground, he raised his hand and it ceased to fall.
He gave a proud smile.
"Record time. I'm getting better at thi-" he was caught off by a sudden spurt of blood from his mouth.
He fell to one knee, the ship lowered about ten feet and he raised his other hand to hold it.
"Clive!" he groaned into the comm. "I don't know if I can hold it, I'm exhausted and.. Ahhhggg....!"
He squinted, his arcane eye spell desperately searching for his crew. He spotted them in the hanger. He moved his hands a bit, then the bay doors lowered to ten feet from the ground.
"Hurry.." he said quietly, the pressure began to take toll faster and faster.

[PsychoKath]

For the third time that afternoon Tara growled the words, "Stupid Mage." This time she spoke them before she stood next to the arrogant elf and relieved him. She did not use any scrolls or spells, nor any chants or pendants. Instead she simply placed one hand on the elf shoulder to terminate whatever it was he was doing, and put up her own to keep the craft from falling any further.
She felt the pressure, yes, but hers was a different kind of magic. A kind that if she did not control it would consume her and take over, yet if she did not use it she herself would implode and die from the build up. In fact, as she stood there holding back the craft so that the elf wouldn't end up killing herself, Tara breathed a sigh of relief. All of her life (except for the times when the magic took control) Tara had resorted to using as little magic as possible; the smallest amount to keep herself alive. Now it was like opening a door and allowing a flood out of a tiny door, reliving herself of just a fraction the her own magical 'buildup'.
She shook her head.
Forgetting that others could hear her she mumered to herself, "Disgusting magic... oh how I wish I could never use again.."

[marriv]

He gasped and nodded.
"I could arrange for that..." he said quietly.
He held up on hand in a form of prayer almost and began siphoning off some of the overflow.
A moment later he spoke again.
"I'm only going to say this once.. thank you.." he said loud enough for her to hear, but only her.
"Normally this wouldn't happen.. but when you don't sleep for nearly a week.." he murmured. "Hold it still please.. I'm going to diffuse the the potential bomb."
His arcane eye looked forward once more, finding the core easily. He had been right to assume both mechanical and magic parts were used for the trigger. He squinted a little, forcing a suppressive field around the device. The spell collapsed, then the wires writhed and broke.
"Done..."

[Shorik]

Before any decision was reached, the cruiser began to fall towards the ground. For a minute, Shorik contemplated just jumping off the ship while he had the chance. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

But, instead of crashing to the ground in a fiery explosion, the cruiser started to slow down in it's descent until it was at a complete stop. Looking outside, Shorik saw two people in front of a pack of giants. Shorik could feel magic eminating from them. They were likely a pair of mages.

The mercenary then saw the three men he had fled with get off the ship, and headed to the two mages. Shorik saw no harm in following them.
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Shudin was gald to be off that cruiser. He was also glad he managed to get away with some profit.
"Well, well, Matt." he said, as he came closer to him, "I didn't think you would've needed help stopping that cruiser... Especailly after you had the power to easily blow off a chunk in the first place."
There was a smile on the thief's face, signalling that he wasn't being serious

[marriv]

He looked up and groaned.
"Don't even start..." he grumbled, but was too late.
He waited for the little trickster to finish, then slowly stood up.
"Yeah yeah.. I was waiting for you people to get off the damn thing, now if you don't mind," he muttered, walking closer to the ship, blue arcane energy energy forming around his clenched fist.
"Let go Tara.." he said sternly over his shoulder. "We don't want you flying away with this.."
He gave her a moment, then whirled, letting a rage filled roar out from deep within himself. His fist struck at the ship, not truely touching it, and the wreck fly upwards and away a fe hundred feet. He reached out, grabbed the air and pulled his hand down to the ground, the ship following his movements and landing with a deafening crash.
There was no flames or much smoke, just a shockwave of think air that made his cloak and hair whip about.
"It's down for good now.. as for the carriers.. give me a minutes.." he yawned.
He turned around to face the retreating carriers. He felt tired and weary, but kept his mind focus on the task before him.
"Maybe just one more.. to give them no reason to stay.."

[Tusk]

Dennen had just gotten off the ship before it was pretty much destroyed. He simply raised an eyebrow before walking toward the others.
" One minute, you are blissfully sleeping as a stowaway on a ship, the next you are in the middle of a battle and still do not have any insperation for a new song. How...oh what would be a good word for this....well rather dull. Well atleast I managed to get some money from passed out gaurds and a rather cool looking crystal. "
He sat ontop the sleeping giant and began playing a song. It was what he did when things bored him, and that was anything that did not include him. It was just boring when he was not involved with something.

[Vale]

Humorously, the only person in that group to piqued Clyvaan's interest, was the Bard.

Leaning up against a hunk of metal, he sighed deeply.
"Stowing away are you? Certainly not something of your calibur. However, you never did like to spend money for things, well...not on 'permanent' things." Clyvaan spoke, making his appearance known to Dennen.
"Hm." He spoke, noticing the unconscious giant from earlier.

"I see your songs still work wonders. Perhaps, things can go back to the way they used to." Clyvaan spoke, gazing over to the other group of Tycoon members.
"Dennen, care to get a lift?" Clyvaan spoke, apparently knowing the bard. "I'm sure you have much to tell me-...us."

[PsychoKath]

Tara stepped away from the group, wanting in no way shape or form to become a part of it. In her mind she had done her part and managed to get rid of a small bit of the pressure that had been pressing down upon her from her other half. Subtely she once again put up her wards and hid the color of her eyes- once more becoming an uninteresting civilian. Quietly she turned and swiftly began to leave, she was never one to get involved in the affairs of others.

[marriv]

His eyes followed Tara, despite her defenses. He shook his head and huffed humorously. He gave a flick of his long ears and a small telepathic link was set.
"You don't think that you could hide that easily, did you?" he asked her. "My offer to rid you of those abilities is still standing. If you have any doubts of my word, simply ask for a demonstration. It's an uncommon procedure, but it has been done before with a one in one hundred failure chance and an even smaller one in two thousand, five hundred and eighty nine fatality risk."
He waited a moment.
"I admit I owe you a bit.. so if it really what you want.."