hadriel_logs | Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Predator vs Prey event
Where: All over the city
When: March 13th-March 21st
Warnings: None

It all starts with an explosion, because Rage is excellent at managing her anger. But an explosion isn't enough - she hasn't worked out all her feeling yet. Not until the city itself has gotten caught up in her anger at Fear for being unable to save Delight. And yeah, that means you.

So now you're a predator (Rage) or prey (Fear). You want to hunt, or you're being hunted. Maybe you were defenseless before, or maybe you're the sort who no one could be afraid of... but it's different now, because the gods are passing on their blessings to you. All the better to catch and kill, or run and hide.

What will you do? Try to resist the urge? Good luck with that. Who would want to resist, anyway, when it feels so right to give in? Hunt someone down like a cat after a mouse, or flee like a deer before wolves. Maybe you can find someone to help you, whether that means hunting in packs or looking for safety in numbers. Who knows, maybe you'll even make a few new friends while trying to kill your old ones.

► This log covers March 13th-March 21st.
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The trouble with being a Witcher was that you had a heightened sense anyways, so when the temple shattered and emotions of both Fear and Rage blasted across the City like a sonic boom, you can bet that Geralt felt the intensity of it all too well.

At first, he quickly straddled Roach and galloped out, as far away from the epicentre as he could. There was no way he wanted to be apart of whatever that horrible feeling was. His Wolf amulet never stopped trembling, his evidence that this was something the Gods were up to.

After a while of camping out at the edges of the City, Geralt started to succumb to the feelings around him. Somehow, Rage had managed to find him all the way out there. It crept into his head, whispering in his ear like a little devil, hissing with forked tongue and horns. The longer he stayed away from people, the more he grew to hate and despise them.

The thing about Witcher's is, that no one really liked them. They thought they were monsters that killed monsters, cold-hearted, only interested in the gold crown coins they could accumulate from contracts. Fairy tales and folksongs depicting Witcher's as horrible, bloodthirsty creatures that would slice, chop and eat you up whole.

Geralt sat and stewed, growing more angry and bitter as he dwelled on such songs and stories. Why was he hiding away? It was they who should have hidden, for Geralt was a thing nightmares. Yes, that was right, he was.

As he came back into the City, Geralt looked furious. His yellow, cat-like eyes shining brightly. At his hips swung various potions and bombs, each hand holding a sword, one silver and one steel, though he wasn't very fussy about which he was going to use, he just wanted to cut and slice, chop and dice you.

[ Geralt has a plotting post over here or feel free to hit me up on

feathersandwax if you want to plot something specific. ]

This isn't the first time she's had to run for her life. Not the first time she's had to fight to survive, alone, relying on no one but herself. She'd done it before. She can do it again.

Except it's been a long time since she's had to do this, and there are so many people hunting her. She's tired. She's getting weaker. She's already had some narrower escapes than she would like.

Now she's trying for one more.

He's not too far behind her. SHe doesn't know who he is, exactly; not someone she's met before. Not someone who should have any reason to kill her, but she already knows that's not how this works. Regardless, he's on the move, and Lucretia is too, running as fast as she can, mind racing as she tries to think of another spell, another trick up her sleeve that might give her enough of an advantage to get away.

She risks a glance back over her shoulder, and raises her staff, casting Banishment at the man following her. If she can just get out of his sight, even for a minute, she can lose him for good...

It doesn't work. Whether through some magic of Hadriel itself preventing travel between the planes, or just because she's exhausted and panicked and not at her best, the spell fails. Lucretia curses, facing forward again and putting on a burst of speed.

Shit.

Geralt didn't care that she was already being hunted, she crossed his path and was now his prey. He'd be damned if anyone else was going to get her and slaughter her, that was his destiny now.

The moment she bolted away, Geralt gave chase. Gulping down some Cat- a potion that heightened his sight, allowed him to see better and focus on the smallest of things, this way, if she outsmarted him and got out of his line of sight, he'd still be able to see her subtle movements.

She was a smart little mouse though and Geralt got a sick kind of amusement out of knowing she could cast spells and offered a hint of danger herself. It made the build-up to actually catching her all the more worth it.

As she raised her staff while looking in his direction, Geralt knew it could only mean bad things for him. Quickly, he made a sign with his fingers, casting a spell of his own, one called Yrden, a kind of magical trap if you will. So, as he was banished back home for all but a moment, Lucretia would find herself enveloped in a light purple hue, stretching out in a circle around her. All movement would be slowed and she would feel a slight drain to her stamina and energy.

Just long enough for her banishment spell to were off... And let me tell you, he was not pleased about being cast away like that!

"Got some tricks up your sleeve, huh? Well, two can play that game!"

As he spoke, Geralt tossed a small glass bottle in her direction, an enhanced Dimertium bomb, something concocted by Witcher's using alchemy. It Blocks magic abilities for 30 seconds, enough time to close some distance on her.

She ignores the taunts. She has more important things to worry about, and letting herself be goaded won't help her survive.

Ignoring the spell that slows her where she stands isn't as easy. She fights it, trying in vain to put on a burst of speed and break through, but the spell wears off on its own a few seconds later. She catches sight of the bottle out of the corner of her eye, rolling instinctively away and raising her staff at the same time to cast a shield -

A shield that stutters and dies as soon as the glass hits the ground and shatters. Lucretia stares in disbelief, trying again to cast the spell, but it doesn't work and she doesn't have time to keep trying. He's on his way.

She flips over, staggering to her feet, and starts to run again, flat out, not bothering to look behind her. Not like she could do anything anyway, not without her magic.

The bomb seemed to have work and Lucretia didn't seem interested in retaliating, which was perfect~

Instead of bolting faster towards her, Geralt remained at the speed he was running. Feeling behind his back, just below the shoulder to retrieve the bow and arrows he had strapped there. Setting an arrow in the string and drawing it back as he charged was hard- but Geralt was a seasoned Witcher, he'd had plenty of practice.

Using the potion he'd previously swallowed to his advantage, Geralt was able to focus in on her moving limbs with great ease. Letting the two fingers that drew back the bow slack and watching his arrow fly directly towards the achillies tendon at the back of her left leg. He wanted to see her stumble, hoped she wouldn't fall right away.

He's running after her, but he doesn't seem to be gaining on her. That's something - enough to offer a shred of hope, at least. Lucretia keeps moving, not daring to slow down. One hand tightens on her staff as her mind races through her available spells. She's burned too many spell slots already, not only on Geralt but from the others who'd come before, but maybe she could try -

The arrow finds its mark, slamming right into her calf just above the ankle. Lucretia cries out in pain, any thought of her magic forgotten as she stumbles, gripping her staff to keep from falling to the ground. She gasps, struggling to get back to her feet, to keep moving, but her leg collapses under her as soon as she tries to put weight on it.
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She should've run. Now it's too late. Casting Expeditious Retreat doesn't do much when you can't even walk. She'll have to try something else.

It's difficult just to raise her staff, keep on her feet without leaning on it, but somehow she manages. A moment later, her Phantom Steed appears, the pegasus appearing out of nowhere, and Lucretia throws herself at it, scrambling awkwardly onto its back, hissing at the pain in her ankle. All she has to do is get away. If the pegasus can just move fast enough, if they can both get out of here without it taking any damage and vanishing from beneath her. She's so close. She's so close.

She kicks urgently with her uninjured foot, and the pegasus begins running, Lucretia barely hanging on.

Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

Geralt of Rivia | OTA

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