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Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
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Posted - 2013.09.24 01:04:00 -
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Xaviet: Well, I'd like to get a taste of Xavier's powers myself instead of observing from a distance... So yes, you can kill my guards, but I'd like to partake in the fight, if you don't mind.
Alright, then. THen me just search for that post. 73, you said it was?
@Thanatos I prolly should list my details about my nation as well, except for the fact it is probably killing eachother as we speak due to the absence of Xavier *wink, wink*.
Here it is!
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:A dwarf? On this barren isle?
The two Ashborn, their right hands at the hilts of the obsidian blades, cautiously approached the suffering dwarf. His sight was, to say the least, very unnerving. Suspicious of a dark entity that was tormenting Xavier, they conjured protective fiery cloaks to envelop them and hinder any assault, and afterwards hastily walked up to him. One of the Ashborn, wearing a hood, asked, "Are you alright?"
Xavier looks at the man blankly. His facial expressions were nonexistent. It was as if the statement needed to register in his ears. When it did, he smiled.
"Alright, alright?" Xavier bellows with laughter, sweet, genuine laughter. "Alright? What could be wrong? The fact that the damned scream in my ears? Or the fact that you trample on the will of Fate herself!
He laughed again, and then stopped. The joy left. The men no longer humored him. They were there. Just, there, and they were not going to leave. Not going to leave the Eye alone, all the dead alone...
Rage came up from within Xavier, except, for the first time in a long while, Xavier felt as if he was in his natural state. As if he was always meant to feel like this.
He pointed at both men, Their wickedness apparent. The sins of their fathers, the sins of the now. They were enveloping them in a sea of darkness, until the last fade of color were consumed by it. They were no longer human, only vassals for their sin.
"Your sins are apparent, heathens! How dare you disgrace the resting place of the damned, looking for the Eye! Even the attempt to find it serves as a slap in the face for my mistress, and I will not allow that!
The voices started to swirl before Xavier. They whispered a manner of things, all unintelligible. The whispered and whispered, talked bickered before him. Back and forth, back and forth.
Suddenly, time slowed. The spirits stopped in their tracks, and all said in unison:
KILL THEM!
And with a flick of his hand, and with the smell of his own burning flesh, he sent out a ball of hell's flame towards the evildoers.
[OOC]Sorry for the bad writing. I haven't written in a while. By the way, most of this, such as the blackness enveloping the two men, are all in Xavier's head.[/OOC] |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.09.24 02:54:00 -
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//OOC: Um... Killing Ashborn with fire? That's a strange way to do it, and I apologize, but I feel like this won't just succeed from a logical standpoint. //End of OOC\\
The two mages recoiled as Xavier started speaking. They witnessed madness violently swirling in his eyes, heard it penetrate every word he uttered. And then, surprisingly, the dwarf launched a hellfire blast at them.
The Ashborn exchanged a quick glance and directed their hands towards the incoming fireball. Four fiery tongues protruded from their index fingers and shot out at the projectile. Soon the tongues enveloped the fireball, wrapping around it several times...and split it in four parts.
Each shard of the hellish fireball flew to the mages' hands, pulled by the flaming lashes. Once the fingers touched these shards, the hands of the Ashborn became engulfed with the crackling fiery energy that was conjured by Xavier. A fleeting moment of peace ensued between the combatants, and then the Ashborn flung the energy, now shaped into infernal gouts, from their hands back at the insane dwarf.
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Nexhawk noticed that Thanatos was busy enough with giving away orders to his subjects, and so he decided to depart alone. We have repelled the Void and his abominations, he wondered. What else could be there to fight?
With these thoughts soothing his weary and cautious mind, Nexhawk saddled his phoenix, Fel'ir, and gracefully rose in the air, taking in the bird's eye view of the city. Through the several flights that he already performed, delivering unconscious patients to those who would provide treatment, the Ashborn did not really take time to just look at the landscape that prostrated beneath.
To be frank, it was not the most beautiful sight to behold.
The surroundings of Karthage, barely touched by the golems' assault, still retained that splendor that always emanated from Diyadian architecture. Closer to the middle, however, these fine buildings gradually became ruins. On one side of the city, the giant platform that used to house a medical facility lay crumbled and still bearing the violent traces of the fateful battle with the Void. It was the main avenue, though, that left the largest scar on the look of Karthage.
Mindless golems were still scattered on the central street, with Alkemists taking care of them with no difficulty whatsoever. The center of the city, however, was absolutely deserted. The fire that remained from the explosion was still burning among the ruins of incinerated buildings. As Nexhawk finally landed here, he experienced a mixed feeling of nostalgia and horror. The ash in the air made him long for his lost home, but he knew that the ash was not natural, that it was brought by an event of immense destruction that would not be soon reverted.
After several minutes of searching, Nexhawk spied a glimpse of fine metal beneath piles of rubble. He threw away several small wall segments and reached for the hilt of Alixenus' adamantine sword. Having been worn by its master, who was protected by the shield of iyo, the sword was not even scathed by the explosion. The Ashborn wiped the ash off the sharp edge admired the blade's craftsmanship for a moment before mounting Fel'ir with it in his hand.
In several minutes, Nexhawk was walking back to the tent where Alixenus was resting and dining. The Fiery Lord entered the shelter and offered the sword to the Venezzian, hilt forward. "I must admit, it is a very fine sword, Alixenus," he complimented the handiwork. "It would be a pity to have lost such a weapon... Anyways, how do you feel now? Will you be able to undertake the journey to Sandromin's lands?" |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
117
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Posted - 2013.09.24 03:51:00 -
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OOC: Sorry Nexhawk, I really meant to respond to you. I just couldn't decide on what to do after Thanatos answers. But now that you've done that I'll just go with it. BTW this happens while you go to get the sword.
Thanatos tried to answer the calls of his workers as quickly as possible. Before he knew it Nexhawk had already left. He felt a tinge of guilt. Then he glanced over at Alixenus, who was just beginning to notice the talisman around his neck. He was now even more guilty. But he could not let himself fall. Not anymore, he was too far in to let himself fall behind again.
"...Alixenus"
Alixenus looked up to him. Before he could speak Thanatos continued.
"That talisman around your neck, is of a Vo. To wear the Vo is to wear the pride of Diyad. It represents, the future, progress, and prosperity. In this case it... "
Quote:"What is a molecule?" He thought to himself "This is just getting rediculous. This Iyo may be a lucrative opportunity, but he's just trying to throw us off, or he speaks of witchcraft. To hell with this, he may aswell be playing Vivaldi to a mountain frog!"
Quote:"How long do I have until this 'ray-di-a-shone' poisons me to the point of needing a doctor?"
Thanatos almost grimaced in pain of this memory.
"That explosion you caused, emanated a lot of iyo. A lot of that energy has been absorbed into your body. The radiation, it's poisoning you. That talisman is preventing it form killing you. I'm afraid this won't last very long. I've spoken with my physicians, they say you have no more than 90 days... I'm sorry..." |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1338
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Posted - 2013.09.24 08:28:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:
"That explosion you caused, emanated a lot of iyo. A lot of that energy has been absorbed into your body. The radiation, it's poisoning you. That talisman is preventing it form killing you. I'm afraid this won't last very long. I've spoken with my physicians, they say you have no more than 90 days... I'm sorry..."
So Alixenus is like Tony Stark! Maybe we'll be able to discover a new material before 90 days which allows our Venezzian warrior-lord to survive the poisoning, as well as man a battle suit of mass destruction.
Okay maybe that's a little improbable. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.09.24 16:27:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Sorry Nexhawk, I really meant to respond to you. I just couldn't decide on what to do after Thanatos answers. But now that you've done that I'll just go with it.
//OOC: No worries, Thanatos, it's absolutely fine. I just didn't want this situation to stretch for a long time, since we need to undertake our journey (Sandromin, rejoice!). And I'm starting to get nervous that we might get to the Logipriests' island after Xavier annihilates the entire Pathburner crew.  //End of OOC\\ |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
318
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Posted - 2013.09.25 00:18:00 -
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Um... Killing Ashborn with fire? That's a strange way to do it, and I apologize, but I feel like this won't just succeed from a logical standpoint. //End of OOC\\
Just spicing things up... (Pun Intended)
Also, this may be a bit OP, but that is kinda the point. Also, I will be fighting against three main characters, possibly more. I deserve to be a little OP.
Quote by "The Fire Man" wrote:
The two mages recoiled as Xavier started speaking. They witnessed madness violently swirling in his eyes, heard it penetrate every word he uttered. And then, surprisingly, the dwarf launched a hellfire blast at them.
The Ashborn exchanged a quick glance and directed their hands towards the incoming fireball. Four fiery tongues protruded from their index fingers and shot out at the projectile. Soon the tongues enveloped the fireball, wrapping around it several times...and split it in four parts.
Each shard of the hellish fireball flew to the mages' hands, pulled by the flaming lashes. Once the fingers touched these shards, the hands of the Ashborn became engulfed with the crackling fiery energy that was conjured by Xavier. A fleeting moment of peace ensued between the combatants, and then the Ashborn flung the energy, now shaped into infernal gouts, from their hands back at the insane dwarf.
When the fire licked Xavier's skin, the warmth enveloped his body. The sweet embrace of the flame soothing Xavier in every sense of the word. For a moment, he felt peace...
Then soul-shattering pain.
Oh, but the soul of Xavier was already non-existent! The wall of fire consumed Xavier into its fiery breast, barely overshadowing the screams the emanated from within!
When the fire succeeded, the Ashborn thought their deed was done. An enemy vanquished. A foe deceased. But a body rose from the ashes...
The pain was unbearable for the poor being. The fire burned the flesh. Melted it away from his weary skin! Oh, the humanity! But, fortunately, the pain subsided, but sith all nothing, senses, and though. For a moment, Xavier was truly dead. Only for a split second. But the spirits, they would have none of that! Not at all! The spirits in all their wisdom and mockery revived the dwarf, complete with the original body and all. All death, and all wounds, will forever be healed. It was but a blessing and a curse. Xavier was immortal, but with all the pain that came with it. Furthermore, Xavier could not escape his destiny, if he ever so desired.
A person does not feel the revival happening to him. It is as if the person was waking from a dream, one minuet awake, darkness for an immeasurable time, then up as if no time has past at all.
And so he did arise from the ashes of himself. The ashborn stood in awe of such a being. Surely he was not human. Surely he was of no race. He was a thing. An it. And it could not be killed.
And Xavier stood. Laughing. Laughing at their frailty. At their wasted attempt. And yet the dark black cloak called sin enveloped them, and a holy raged bellowed from within.
Xavier picked up a stone. It was an ordinary stone. Round and smooth. One you would find anywhere. Xavier picked it up, and squeezed it. Hard. Until blood was oozing from his hand. The more it hurt, the more he laughed. The blood coated the stone, and soaked into it. Suddenly the stone turned brighter. As bright as the sun. It radiated, and radiated.
Xavier threw the rock. Simply threw it. And for a flash, the cloak of sin vanished, and Xavier saw he was fighting only men. Men with homes and children. Men with a wife and family. And the stone; it was not holy light. It was not bright as the sun. It was dark and cold. Evil infested this very thing. It was no longer good. It was no longer nature. It was corrupted. Twisted. And it could never be changed.
But the scene changed again. The cloaks returned, and the rock was a holy beacon of light. So he threw. And threw it he did. With a force only a demon can muster. A force at which only the spirits can propel. And he threw it. Right at one of the men. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.09.25 10:53:00 -
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//OOC: Now this is much better! And I'm curious to see how you will counter the aforementioned.//End of OOC\\
One of the Ashborn simply watched as the rock flew towards him, expecting it to bounce off his armored chest. Instead, however, the stone embedded itself into the mage's hardened skin. The victim of such a strange spell instantly felt a deathly chill spreading from his chest and into the other parts of his body. The stone began to glow with an eerie dark-blue light, and the corruptive magic started to extinguish the very fire that was the lifeblood of the Ashborn. Both men watched in terror as the victim started to harden and turn into a lifeless statue. The dying Ashborn cried out, "Kaltid, avenge me...!", and the last flames that animated his body were suffocated, leaving behind a dark-eyed obsidian replica of their former owner.
Kaltid saw quite a few of his kind due in battle, but none had endured a death so cruel and dreadful. Infuriated and scared at the same time, he pointed his left hand at this creature of evil and shouted, "Die, you immortal bastard! Burn in hell! Khazzik esh mukh'ra!"
Right as he spoke those words, a giant meteor fell from the sky, collapsed a few meters in front of Xavier, and began to roll at him at blinding speed. At the same time, Kaltid made a circular motion with his right hand, and the dwarf instantly became engulfed in a fiery vortex, an inferno from which there seemed to be no escape. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1344
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Posted - 2013.09.26 00:40:00 -
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Hayde stared, dumbfounded.
"...We... we're..."
"Yes." Natyli was smiling but her eyes reflected an infinite sadness.
Even Layla showed surprise. "So that's why we're here?"
Natyli looked at her, then glanced quickly at Vyzion's corpse. "Yes. So, are you content to wait?"
"We shall wait," the twins replied.
~~~~~
The pebbly beach felt cold and sharp to Conyr's bare feet, and it was a relief when he reached the soil. However, even this was barren and loose, unfit for farming, grey and dead. The smells of the battle reached Conyr here. The metallic, cloying scent of spilt blood, ten times stronger than in the pit fighting Conyr had watched on the Venezzian fleet made Conyr gag even at such a distance. There was also a strange, almond-flavoured tang to the air. Another memory surfaced, this time with the twins...
The storm was unrelenting, rain whipped through the foliage and stung young Conyr's body indifferently. He was in Layla's arms, she only twelve at the time. Hayde was in front, and both were sprinting for their lives back to the village.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning crashed into a tree next to them, and the thunder roared with a fury so primal that Conyr felt as if the world was rendered in two. Layla and Hayde kept running.
Later, back in the village, Conyr sat on the floor as Layla and Hayde recounted their adventures into the temple to the others, and his mind was back with the lightning, with its power, and with the curious almond scent.
Conyr realised what he had saw on the ships, those flashes of lightning, was actually lightning. A guttural roar suddenly shook the air through the murky smog, and Conyr shivered. What exactly had he landed himself in? |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
117
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Posted - 2013.09.26 04:31:00 -
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Vyzion wrote:GǣIt all began one glorious morningGǪGǥ
Vyzion wrote:Hayde stared, dumbfounded.
"...We... we're..."
Damn you...
Vyzion wrote: ...as well as man a battle suit of mass destruction.
I wrote:Titans(surprise)- Yet to actually be revealed. Rumor has it that these are large (Hulk sized) suits of golden armor that must be operated by two alkhemists at once. No other weapons, only large iyonic nodes around the armor. They are capable of vast strength...
O.O |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1344
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Posted - 2013.09.26 09:00:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:Vyzion wrote:GǣIt all began one glorious morningGǪGǥ Vyzion wrote:Hayde stared, dumbfounded.
"...We... we're..." Damn you... Vyzion wrote: ...as well as man a battle suit of mass destruction. I wrote:Titans(surprise)- Yet to actually be revealed. Rumor has it that these are large (Hulk sized) suits of golden armor that must be operated by two alkhemists at once. No other weapons, only large iyonic nodes around the armor. They are capable of vast strength... O.O
Hmmm. I did indeed make a connection between the titans and Iron Man... but I still don't know where I'm heading with the story told by Natyli. (Hence why I haven't wrote it explicitly). But that's an interesting link... |
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.09.26 11:00:00 -
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OOC: Fellow chroniclers, I must warn you of a great danger that is about to befall me. Come Saturday, I shall fall silent for a week, you shall see neither hide nor hair of me. If I do not return after this time, it means I've died of Alcohol poisoning during my first week of University. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1352
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Posted - 2013.09.26 11:03:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Fellow chroniclers, I must warn you of a great danger that is about to befall me. Come Saturday, I shall fall silent for a week, you shall see neither hide nor hair of me. If I do not return after this time, it means I've died of Alcohol poisoning during my first week of University.
Requesting permission to assume the forces which have landed on Brutus' homeland will remain fighting for the week you're gone? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
114
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Posted - 2013.09.27 19:06:00 -
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"Fall back! Fall back you damned fool!" Was the most prominent of shouts that could be heard over the din of battle. And frankly who ever was shouting that was a genius among men. The battle had shift from being in the favor of the living to the dead back to the living and finally again to the dead. Even as the sight of a distant militant force far to the south brought hope the sight of an even larger force of ferals and ships to the north quickly dashed that hope. The sight of dying giants also helped to enforce the hopeless ness. It was only moments ago that a thirty foot tall giant was crashing through the ferals, now he laid dead, his arm torn from his shoulder by two dead giants, or as many men had began calling them in a short amount of time, Walking nightmares. But the giants were not wrecking as much havoc as the ships, which had finally killed the inhabitants of the cliffs and now were setting their sights on the fleeing country men. The lightning men were being overrun aswell, several had died in catastrophic electrical bursts, destroying everything remotely close to them. Even the great giants were falling. Were there had once been maybe one hundred fighting, there were now only twenty, and they were being quickly out menu reed and overtaken. The only beings that were still fighting as hard as when they had arrived were Pyg and the Shade. The two were obviously not human, between Pyg taking down nightmares and the Shade tearing apart what seemed like entire companies of ferals. However, even they seemed to tire now. Their strikes were weak (for them) and increasingly farther apart. All men started to fall back, trampling over their dead and the dead ferals. Yet still even as men fled away from battle many still stayed...
"Cairn duck!" Dravek shouted as two axe wielding ferals rushed the stranded rangers. Cairn kicked the leg out from one of them and dodged the axe swing if the other, the two beast were quickly decapitated by the rangers.
"Dravek, we need to find the others!" Cairn shouted as another explosion sounded close to him. Parts of the canyon exploded and fell crushing ferals and the living.
"Well, then start shouting!" The group was quickly separated when the second wave of ships rolled in. Grandis grim and frost were cut off from view and cairn and Dravek were swept away by a giant that shielded them from the debris. Now that giant was hunched wounded against the canyon wall.
"Go...find, friends. Endrik stay." The giant said meekly, clutching at his bloody side, a cannon ball had clipped his side and torn the flesh and armor away.
"Shut the hell up you big idiot! We aren't going to leave you to die!" Dravek was furious. Shouting at anyone who fled, at ferals, or just to shout.
"Cairn! Look!" Dravek point north toward the main fighting. Carin quickly whipped his head to the direction and saw something he had hoped he would never see...
Frost stood atop a mound of several dead striking out like a rabid animal at every thing and anything that tried to come near him.
"Frost...it, it hurts..." Grandis quietly moaned, holding the stump that was his arm.
"Grandis it will all be okay! Everything will be okay! I promise that you'll be fine! I swear!" Frost tried desperately to fend off the ferals and to console his friend. Even now he was starting to feel the pressure.
"GOD DAMNIT WHERE ARE OUR MEDICS!" Frost shouted as he slammed his fist into the head of feral, which fell down the pile and broke its neck.
"Frost, where did Grim go?" Grandis asked weak from his blood loss. Frost honestly wasn't sure where grim was. Only a few minutes ago he was here, the next thing he knew the field medic was gone.
"He's somewhere around here, MEDIC!" Frost was getting so tired...so very tired. It was the most drained he had felt since the day his parents disappeared. Frost swung at yet another feral, but he lost his footing and fell down the body mound. Frost landed staring up at the sky, and all he could think was how beautiful the sky looked, full of stars. He stared even as a feral started to drag him away from the body mound. Even as he saw Dravek and cairn rush the feral and as a giant grabbed Grandis. He was just so tired...finally the stars faded from view as frost blacked out once again. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1354
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Posted - 2013.09.29 14:46:00 -
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Conyr was examining a patch of dead soil, lifeless in his hands, when he heard a strangled cry.
"GODDAMNIT WHERE ARE OUR MEDICS!"
Conyr slowly stood up. The cry had come from the midst of the battle. The young logipriest didn't want to get involved in such bloodshed but the scream had been so desperate... So hopeless...
Gritting his teeth, Conyr turned and watched the Venezzian troops. Their preparations for battle were underway, but they were too slow, far too slow to make it in time.
Conyr turned back into the roiling dust cloud which undulated above the battlefield, an ocean of fog. Somewhere in there...
Preparing himself for the worst, Conyr began to run. As he ran he wondered what the first sight of war would look like. He didn't have to wonder long. He reached the dead first. Countless bodies, sprawled in indignities positions, lay lifeless and cold. Shivers ran down Conyr's spine, but he kept on running. There was nothing to save here.
Or so he thought.
What appeared to be a lifeless body under his feet suddenly rose and Conyr fell sideways as it knocked him off balance, bruising his shoulder from the impact. The human, no... The creature, was hideous. Voices drifted towards him now from the human forces, and although Conyr only caught snatches of the shouted conversation, he knew that the 'ferals' had to be these monsters.
Even as he realised it, the feral in front of him turned and stared into Conyr's eyes, red, bloodshot eyes into terrified green, and the logipriest felt himself swallow a scream. Back-pedalling quickly, Conyr spun and sprinted away from the feral as rapidly as he could, jumping over dozens of corpses as he did so. None appeared to rise like the first.
A low growl behind him made him glance back and he saw the same feral from before chasing him on all fours. It's speed outmatched the logipriest's and before he knew it the feral was upon him. Conyr took the impact to his back and rolled as soon as he hit the ground, turning and picking up a sword from a fallen man nearby. Upon closer inspection, albeit as close as possible given the sword Conyr picked up was a broadsword as tall as himself that Conyr was barely keeping pointed at the monster, it was revealed that the feral was unarmed. Literally.
Both it's arms were gone.
It growled again. No, not a growl, the logipriest realised. A demented whimper. A whimper of pain. Conyr dropped the sword and walked up to the feral. He placed his hands on the stumps of its arms, and let his power flow-
Conyr yelled and jumped back. His whole body was shivering and he couldn't feel his fingers. His heart's pounding drummed in his throat, and he could barely breathe. His mentor's chiding voice sounded in his head, another vital lesson pounded into his skull.
Conyr was crying, his cheek stung, and Natyli's upraised arm proudly declared to all who had just slapped him. In her other hand, she held a dead bird.
"Never, NEVER, try to revive the dead. Ever, ever, ever. Death is as much a void as the ravine which separates us and the mainland. Pour your power into it, pour your soul into it, pour all our souls, and it will greedily devour them and ask for more. Do you hear me, little Conyr? I teach you how to heal and Vyzion teaches you how to fight so you can protect without regrets. Never let your sorrow overcome your lessons.
Never heal what cannot be healed."
When he touched the feral, he felt the same emptiness that he had glimpsed when he had tried to revive his pet bird. The never ending darkness of death. How could that be, if it was standing right there...
But it wasn't standing. The feral was writing on the floor, it's arms on fire, a green fire. Conyr stared in horror and, strangely, guilt, as the fire engulfed the creature and consumed it. Another growl, behind him, but over the growl was a much more vital cry.
"MEDIC!"
Conyr turned, ran at the feral and tackled it into the ground. It howled in agony but Conyr was already up and running past it, towards the voice. But the yelping and crackling sounds fading behind him told the logipriest that that green fire was certainly his doing.
Sounds became words as Conyr got closer to the frontlines of the battle. Men were screaming in unison, for water, their families, their friends, water, life, help, a hero, praying to God, begging for death or mercy, sometime both. The chorus of the damned. Conyr gulped but focused on finding that one voice...
There. Upon a mound consisting of the dead (or so Conyr hoped), a man was falling to the ground, unconscious. Next to him lay a man with a bloodied stump for one arm, moaning helplessly. Two others were fighting ferals in an attempt to reach the men on top of the pile of death. All around them were live humans and giants which were bigger than even Brutus, retreating from the unending forces of the ferals. As he watched, the four men on the mound were being left in between the two armies as their allies fell back from them and the dead-but-alive army approached.
Conyr watched, not wanting to interfere, but he realised they couldn't make it in time. He ran up to help, to be met with the point of a sword.
"What the hell are you?" The man who held the sword to his face positively roared it. Conyr could see the fury in his eyes. Battle bloodlust.
"I'm here to help." Conyr coughed as the smog got into his lungs.
"Well you can help me by getting out of my damn way!" He raised his sword and swung-
Only to be stopped by the man behind him. "Dravek, he's a child. Look. He probably had some fun with some paint he found. God knows we need a bit of green here. Let's get Frost before we're overrun."
The climbed up around Conyr towards the fallen man. Frost, his name was. Easy to remember. The logipriest followed the men.
The man named Dravek groaned as picked up a dead feral and threw it off the man with a stump. "Grandis..."
-Continuing in next post. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1354
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Posted - 2013.09.29 15:08:00 -
[1485] - Quote
OOC: btw, sry Brutus for controlling your characters. I'll try not to touch Frost, though. Luckily he's unconscious. :D
Conyr barged in. "Your friend called Frost needed a medic. I'm a medic."
The two men turned and both gave him a quick, doubtful glance before turning around.
Conyr clenched his fists angrily. Even in such a ridiculous situation he felt like punching them.
Luckily, a feral appeared from the fog and Conyr dispensed his frustration into it instead, slamming the thing in its stomach and sending it flying, on fire. But another feral arrived to take its place. And another. And another. Conyr realised the frontline of the feral forces had reached the mound. He yelled over his shoulder.
"You guys better hurry..."
No reply.
Conyr glanced back. The mound was empty. The men were already carrying Frost and Grandis back to their army. They abandoned him. Before Conyr could run to follow, ferals surrounded the mound.
Five dived at the logipriest at once, but instantly flailed away, burning green. But more came. Dozens of them threw themselves on the logipriest only to join the fellows in ashes. Conyr slowly fought through them step by step, forcing his way through to the retreating men.
It was only when Conyr couldn't feel his arms that he realised something was wrong. His power was being drained.
Horrified, he madly struck out at the ferals which were jumping on him in a frenzy now that they felt his raw fear, tackling those in front of him, trying to break out of the deadly clutch. He felt like he was in the middle of an inferno, green fire burned all scrounge him yet he wasn't harmed, though still he couldn't see through the thick wall of ferals now surrounding him. Conyr was knocked over and he fell to the ground. His limbs, to his terror, wouldn't move. But the ferals stopped attacking him. Instead, the backed away slowly, then turned tail and ran back to the main body of their forces. Conyr glanced weakly around to see what scared them off.
There, next to his elbow which had been grazed when he fell, stemming from a droplet of his blood, grew a small flower, enlarging as he watched. Conyr smiled, but he was already unconscious.
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
114
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Posted - 2013.09.29 17:38:00 -
[1486] - Quote
(Ooc) no problem. As long as Brutus and frost aren't just ridiculously controlled it's fine. But uh... Endrik picked up Grandis. (ooc)
Frost was being jostled out of the foggy murk of his dreams. He couldn't remember what he was dreaming of. Probably another vision. Finally He awoke to Dravek and Cairn dragging him.
"Where, where are we?" Frost grunted
"We're running our asses out of the canyon!" Dravek grunted.
Cairn was silent for a moment.
"We left that boy to die..." He finally said.
Frost was stunned.
"Let me go now." The wounded ranger was still weak but, he wouldn't let those things take another life.
"What? You can't you're-" Dravek started, he was cut short by a fist to the kidneys. Dravek dropped frost onto the ground. The ranger stood up and quickly turned and sprinted. He had no weapon. His sword was gone. But he didn't care. He had someone to save. Even as he sprinted he heard the shouts of battle and his allies. But the journey was a blur to him. He wasn't going to turn back, not just yet. It was with a sudden realization that frost had no idea who he was looking for.
"Damnit Frost. You damn fool!" Frost couldn't stop now. He saw men writhing on the ground as they were torn asunder. He knew he couldn't help them. A feral swung at frost with a large two handed sword, luckily a rouge arrow hit the arm of the feral. Still the tip tore a chunk of flesh from frost shoulder. The hit made him spin and land on his face. He felt a tooth come loose and fall out. He'd get a dentist to fix it later, if he survived.
"Damnit... Not even married yet..." Frost slowly stood back up and began to walk groggily forward, he passed by rogue ferals passed ahead of the horde. It was only after he passed the threshold of life and death did frost see something truly amazing. A boy, all green laid on the ground unconscious. A flower grew by him, the most beautiful flower he'd ever seen. Frost stumbled up to the child. He looked weak and malnourished. And it was not paint that covered the boy but he was actually green.
"Alright, come on, I got you. Frost hefted up the child. He was light, extremely light. Frost decided to take the flower too. Frost turned back toward the south and began to walk holding the green boy. Not a feral looked at him. Here he was, a dying man, holding an unconscious boy and not a single feral looked at him.
"Grim, if I find you I'm going to kill you." Frost muttered to himself as he slogged forwards. Eventually he saw what he had hoped for, a line of men standing guard. Even now survivors got behind the line of foreign soldiers. He saw cairn waiting at the only hole of the line. Gesturing for men to get behind the barricade. When he saw frost he sprinted to him.
"You found him!?"
"Shut up and give me some help walking is hard and my head hurts." Cairn let his friend lean on him as they walked behind the line. Cairns as saying something but frost didn't hear. He was too busy thinking of the green boy and of Reta.
"Adryan I'm going to stay here and try to defend the line as along as possible with the foreigners. I'm going to send you back to the tents with the boy, help him find his family. Alright?"
Frost just nodded as he stepped onto the wagon and sat the green child on the seat next to him. Two other were there. One of them was missing his eye and most of his cheek. The other was missing his leg and his arm. He groaned occasionally, but frost figured he'd die before they made it back. Frost looked over to the child occasionally. To see if he was still breathing. The boys breathing never changed.
"You are quite the odd child. But, you probably know that. Being green and all. I bet people look at you differently, but that's fine, people used to look at me like a freak when I was young. Course I wasn't green. I was just odd. And your still knocked out... And I'm close to sleeping myself. But the adrenalin will have to wear off first. And I'm still talking to an unconscious kid. Good job Adryan." Frost leaned back on the wooden bench to see the eyeless vanguard looking at him.
"Got hit in the head boy?" The vanguard said with a large grin.
"Shut the hell up. Don't be an ass just cause someone took your eye."
The vanguard looked down in shame. After a minute frost started looking at the flower he had found by the boy. He wondered where it had come from. Frost sighed.
"Why couldn't I have been born Ina land of living people?" |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
1355
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Posted - 2013.09.29 21:45:00 -
[1487] - Quote
Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) no problem. As long as Brutus and frost aren't just ridiculously controlled it's fine. But uh... Endrik picked up Grandis. (ooc)
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Ah, right, sorry. I'll fix that up. Wait, Grandis is a man right? Not a giant? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
114
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Posted - 2013.09.30 01:03:00 -
[1488] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) no problem. As long as Brutus and frost aren't just ridiculously controlled it's fine. But uh... Endrik picked up Grandis. (ooc)
" Ah, right, sorry. I'll fix that up. Wait, Grandis is a man right? Not a giant?
(Ooc) yeah. Grandis is a man. I didn't really flesh out any of the rangers aside from frost and Dravek so confusion is understandable.(ooc) |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
348
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Posted - 2013.09.30 04:14:00 -
[1489] - Quote
OOC: Got sidetracked and used all my writer points towards a book since my internet was down for a week.
I'll get around to it. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
114
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Posted - 2013.09.30 19:38:00 -
[1490] - Quote
(Ooc) I feel like my writing has been rather lack luster lately. (Ooc) |
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Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
320
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Posted - 2013.10.02 01:52:00 -
[1491] - Quote
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Now this is much better! And I'm curious to see how you will counter the aforementioned.//End of OOC\\
One of the Ashborn simply watched as the rock flew towards him, expecting it to bounce off his armored chest. Instead, however, the stone embedded itself into the mage's hardened skin. The victim of such a strange spell instantly felt a deathly chill spreading from his chest and into the other parts of his body. The stone began to glow with an eerie dark-blue light, and the corruptive magic started to extinguish the very fire that was the lifeblood of the Ashborn. Both men watched in terror as the victim started to harden and turn into a lifeless statue. The dying Ashborn cried out, "Kaltid, avenge me...!", and the last flames that animated his body were suffocated, leaving behind a dark-eyed obsidian replica of their former owner.
Kaltid saw quite a few of his kind due in battle, but none had endured a death so cruel and dreadful. Infuriated and scared at the same time, he pointed his left hand at this creature of evil and shouted, "Die, you immortal bastard! Burn in hell! Khazzik esh mukh'ra!"
Right as he spoke those words, a giant meteor fell from the sky, collapsed a few meters in front of Xavier, and began to roll at him at blinding speed. At the same time, Kaltid made a circular motion with his right hand, and the dwarf instantly became engulfed in a fiery vortex, an inferno from which there seemed to be no escape.
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Now this is much better! And I'm curious to see how you will counter the aforementioned.//End of OOC\\
One of the Ashborn simply watched as the rock flew towards him, expecting it to bounce off his armored chest. Instead, however, the stone embedded itself into the mage's hardened skin. The victim of such a strange spell instantly felt a deathly chill spreading from his chest and into the other parts of his body. The stone began to glow with an eerie dark-blue light, and the corruptive magic started to extinguish the very fire that was the lifeblood of the Ashborn. Both men watched in terror as the victim started to harden and turn into a lifeless statue. The dying Ashborn cried out, "Kaltid, avenge me...!", and the last flames that animated his body were suffocated, leaving behind a dark-eyed obsidian replica of their former owner.
Kaltid saw quite a few of his kind due in battle, but none had endured a death so cruel and dreadful. Infuriated and scared at the same time, he pointed his left hand at this creature of evil and shouted, "Die, you immortal bastard! Burn in hell! Khazzik esh mukh'ra!"
Right as he spoke those words, a giant meteor fell from the sky, collapsed a few meters in front of Xavier, and began to roll at him at blinding speed. At the same time, Kaltid made a circular motion with his right hand, and the dwarf instantly became engulfed in a fiery vortex, an inferno from which there seemed to be no escape.
Such folly. Didn't he try that already?
Suddenly, a stone from the heavens crashed in front of Xavier, caused him to step back. Fire swirled around it, anxiously awaiting its next victim.
The fire licked Xavier's skin. Although it did not matter, he truly did not wish to die again. Such a strange feeling, it is.
A charred leave flew by Xavier's skull. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever saw in his life. Its delicacy. Its mortality, slowly fading away as the fire climbed its veins.
In a reflex, Xavier grabbed the leaf, and threw it towards the meteor, now on the ground, moving closer to him. In the second that he held on, the darkness in side him, oh the corrupting darkness, surged through the plant. It glowed with a innocent, but malicious, black.
And when two objects collided, the magic happened. When the leaf touched the rock, when the rock touched the leaf, who won? The rock, certainly! Nay! Nay! This was no ordinary leaf! When they collided, energy cracked, time seemed to stop, and from the ground, a large tree sprouted, all withing a few seconds. It sprouted, adult and all, and impaled the rock. It absorbed the fire, and within a few more seconds, in was not the fiery spell it once was!
Now, some will ask, "What does the tree look like?" already thinking that it was dark and dead. No! No it was not! The tree, it was alive! The tree, leaves it had! The tree, flowers did grow, and butterflies, yes, they did fly! But, as with everything, there was a catch.
They were darkness. Darkness was them. The entire entity was but shadow. Physical shadow. It pulsated darkness. You could see it flow! As if it 'twas a dark liquid flowing through the shadows!
Time stood still. Figuratively, of course. There was but a passing silence. Xavier stood, hair being blown by a mysterious wind, while the man, the silly man, fumbled onto the ground in awe. One of his most precious spells, defeated! His friend, gone! And soon his own life will be snuffed out as well!
In a flash, without movement, Xavier appear before the man. He scooted backwards, thinking that he could get away! But no, the man was hopeless. Finished. There was nothing anyone could do for him now.
"You stepped out of your bounds, mortal. This I will not tolerate. Come, Mr. Stoneman."
The great body of the petrified man began to arose. His body creaked and crumbled a bit, but, it was soon able to achieve proper footing. It was just like the original man, except it could not speak, think, or process emotions. A defining feature, however, was the eyes. The eyes, they were but a crimson red.
Mr. Stoneman stood by Xavier, and looked down the the poor ashborn. He was speechless. He could not call Xavier a fiend, nor did he try to call our to his lost friend. The fear, in this case, was but too great.
"Finish him. Let him perish by a former ally."
And with that, the stone figure descended upon the man, ready to bash his head on the ground.
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.10.02 17:42:00 -
[1492] - Quote
OOC: *Bursts back into the forum coated in blood and vodka, wearing only a Sombrero* My friends, catch! *throws the deed to Venezzia to his fellow writers before being dragged away* Don't forget meeeeeeee... |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
114
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Posted - 2013.10.02 21:15:00 -
[1493] - Quote
(Ooc) NOOOOOOOOO MY ALIXENUS IS GONE, how will Brutus ever learn to dance . Or use the water cannons? Or write right? (ooc) |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
320
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Posted - 2013.10.02 23:15:00 -
[1494] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: *Bursts back into the forum coated in blood and vodka, wearing only a Sombrero* My friends, catch! *throws the deed to Venezzia to his fellow writers before being dragged away* Don't forget meeeeeeee...
Gone for good?! Impossible! Surely you will be back, right? One year? Two? You cannot be gone forever! |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.10.03 00:45:00 -
[1495] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: *Bursts back into the forum coated in blood and vodka, wearing only a Sombrero* My friends, catch! *throws the deed to Venezzia to his fellow writers before being dragged away* Don't forget meeeeeeee...
//OOC: *crosses fingers and whispers* I really wish he is exaggerating... I really wish he is exaggerating... //End of OOC\\ |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
320
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Posted - 2013.10.03 01:37:00 -
[1496] - Quote
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Alixenus wrote:OOC: *Bursts back into the forum coated in blood and vodka, wearing only a Sombrero* My friends, catch! *throws the deed to Venezzia to his fellow writers before being dragged away* Don't forget meeeeeeee... //OOC: *crosses fingers and whispers* I really wish he is exaggerating... I really wish he is exaggerating... //End of OOC\\
I honestly cannot wait for your response. |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.10.03 09:16:00 -
[1497] - Quote
OOC: *The ever present mist in the room condenses into a vaguely human shape* I don't have much time. Listen, all our lives depend on this. One of you needs to take that enormous army of mine *points at the map table* and fight those ferals in my stead. Every Venezzian save Alixenus is yours for this task...*gasp* They're coming! Beyond all else, whatever you do don't...and...or else...and quit freaking out whenever I get dramatic OOC! *the mist man collapses back down into the fog hovering around shin height* |
mordiby
G.R.A.V.E
10
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Posted - 2013.10.03 23:02:00 -
[1498] - Quote
Then, Cthulhu came and killed everyone, the end!
Welcome to the leppy. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
349
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Posted - 2013.10.03 23:52:00 -
[1499] - Quote
mordiby wrote:Then, Cthulhu came and killed everyone, the end!
Welcome to the leppy.
[Rejected due to copyright issues and poor Deus ex Machina skills.] |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.10.04 03:08:00 -
[1500] - Quote
It was a nightmare. He was a nightmare.
The small dwarf appeared to wield powers beyond reckoning. Countering one of the more potent Ashborn spells by summoning a tree from the shadow realm was no small feat, but exerting his will to control those who were already dead... This was truly an abominable ability. Kaltid knew without a doubt then that the dwarf had to be affiliated with cursed Nak'Sora, for it was she that granted the powers of necromancy to the first Deathlord.
The helpless Ashborn came to accept that he could not escape his death. And yet, there was an opportunity of him still being useful to his people. Kaltid concentrated and forced his willpower to work like never before, causing it to open a mind link to the closest Ashborn of high authority, Cenizar. Once the channel opened, he sent an army of thoughts depicting his last battle, hoping they would be sufficient enough to tell the dreadful story.
At last, prepared to meet his end, Kaltid looked into the eyes of his fallen brother. He peered through the crimson flames and saw the abyss staring back. It swirled and shuddered and called to him, and its tendrils already had Kaltid in their grasp. The reanimated Ashborn raised his clenched fist and brought it down with immense force. Kaltid's head shattered into a thousand obsidian pieces; his vision became engulfed by the deathly darkness, and the Ashborn fell into the void.
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Far beneath the surface, in the secret chamber of the ancient temple, Cenizar had received Kaltid's call of distress. He felt a train of agonizing memories enter his mind and was appalled by the occurrence on the island. Two of my best men, felled by a dwarf! What is this being that possesses such dark and enormous power?
Cenizar stood up and called for the attention of everyone in the room. "The island has been invaded. Someone unknown had completely obliterated Kaltid and Rik'sha without giving them any chance or mercy. Our current mission is in jeopardy. Prepare for anything!" The Ashborn solemnly nodded, disturbed by the news, and spread around the room, keeping their eyes on the only door of the chamber. Meanwhile, Cenizar seated himself in the middle of the room and delved into a deep meditation trance.
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Xavier? On the island??
After being reached by Cenizar's urgent message, Nexhawk immediately knew exactly what it meant. Curse you, Nak'Sora!
He called for Thanatos to enter the tent and addressed him and Alixenus bluntly. "Xavier is on the island of Logipriests as we speak. He has been somehow relocated there and has already killed two of my men! I cannot let him run rampant there; we have to go, right now!" |
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