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Happy Birthday Juli!
Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:59 pm by Mrsebi
TODAY IS JULIANAS BIRTHDAY!
So... lets all take a moment to celebrate and congratulate the birthday of the best, most amazing, and just downright most awesome member of TR!
So... lets all take a moment to celebrate and congratulate the birthday of the best, most amazing, and just downright most awesome member of TR!
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Re: Grey.
by Weena on Wed Feb 24, 2010 1:01 pm
Awakened by the dissipation of his clone, Weena looked down on the battlefield with his newound ally in Gurpus. He sucked in a breath, and when he let it out he knew what was happening all around. He felt Kaien leading a group of TR members into battle, slicing the cold soldiers with complete style. He felt, with a stifled gasp of horror, Shadow's overridden life force disappear, Anderson dying as well, and the rest of TR fighting the rest of the cold soldiers. Now that Grey's army is numbered, we may have a chance of winning this, Weena absently thought, the rain pounding on his enchanted hood ringing in his ears. But the TR members are too occupied to spare any attention for the giant soldier. Hm, let's see how much of a teammate Gurpus can be.
"Oi, Gurpus!" he shouted, his voice hardly audible over the thunder that boomed in the distance.
"Yes?" Gurpus replied. He may have good intentions now, Weena thought, but the scorn in his voice is still recognisable.
"You know that giant cold soldier I was trying to stop before you, ah, stopped me?" He asked, moving closer to Gurpus so he would be heard better. Gurpus nodded.
"Well, to call it even, could you possibly help me stop it from crushing the stronghold?" Gurpus went silent for a few seconds before nodding.
"Good," Weena said, before leaping into the air, mana blasting from his feet like a rocket, propelling him to the giant cold soldier. "And try to keep up!" he called.
"Oi, Gurpus!" he shouted, his voice hardly audible over the thunder that boomed in the distance.
"Yes?" Gurpus replied. He may have good intentions now, Weena thought, but the scorn in his voice is still recognisable.
"You know that giant cold soldier I was trying to stop before you, ah, stopped me?" He asked, moving closer to Gurpus so he would be heard better. Gurpus nodded.
"Well, to call it even, could you possibly help me stop it from crushing the stronghold?" Gurpus went silent for a few seconds before nodding.
"Good," Weena said, before leaping into the air, mana blasting from his feet like a rocket, propelling him to the giant cold soldier. "And try to keep up!" he called.
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Re: Grey.
by Guest on Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:54 pm
Maximillian dashed through the forest at breakneck speed, he only had about 30 minutes left before the Mana-bender powers ran out. He kept dashing until he reached the center of the Klasthe forest, grinning, he looked around before he turned back to face the Gemerald in the middle of the grove.
He grinned even more widely and summoned a fireball; he started laughing maniacally as he slowly approached the crystal. He wasn’t going to destroy it, not yet at least, however, he DID need to leave a message to the Mana-Bender and this was the fastest… and most amusing way!
He plunged the fireball into the crystal and kept laughing as the flames erupted in a wave from it, engulfing the entire grove. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he watched the forest burn with an intense flame; odds were the Guardian was going to arrive soon. He stopped laughing and went to the Gemerald yet again; drawing his sword he carved a message into the stone and dashed away before anyone could spot him.
''This is going to be an interesting situation!'' he thought, ''soon I will be able to infiltrate TR and have a plethora of powers to choose from! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA''
To anyone wanting to continue this and say what the message on the Gemerald is:
He grinned even more widely and summoned a fireball; he started laughing maniacally as he slowly approached the crystal. He wasn’t going to destroy it, not yet at least, however, he DID need to leave a message to the Mana-Bender and this was the fastest… and most amusing way!
He plunged the fireball into the crystal and kept laughing as the flames erupted in a wave from it, engulfing the entire grove. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he watched the forest burn with an intense flame; odds were the Guardian was going to arrive soon. He stopped laughing and went to the Gemerald yet again; drawing his sword he carved a message into the stone and dashed away before anyone could spot him.
''This is going to be an interesting situation!'' he thought, ''soon I will be able to infiltrate TR and have a plethora of powers to choose from! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA''
To anyone wanting to continue this and say what the message on the Gemerald is:
- Spoiler:
- Message: The next time you fools dare challenge me, I will BURN your entire forest
(He is framing Grey)
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Re: Grey.
by Gurpus on Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:37 pm
And how the hell am I going to catch up with someone that can fly? Gurpus watched as Weena flew towards the giant as it came closer to the stronghold. It didn’t look too happy as well. Gurpus stared out where the giant’s feet where and then drew enough mana from the manaverse to teleport himself at the giant’s feet. “Wow that was a close one” said Gurpus as he rolled to the side so he wouldn’t get crushed by the giants foot.
Gurpus drew his blade and began hacking away at the giant’s feet hoping that it would fall to the ground. Weena on the other hand was firing mana blasts at the giant and bringing up mana shields so he wouldn’t get hurt. This thing isn’t taking a scratch! Gurpus jumped up into the air and lunged his blade into the giants back. The giant screamed in pain and began running around in circles in an effort to try and see what was on its back so it could kill it. Gurpus held onto his blade for dear life.
Weena drew his blade, jumped up into the air and lunged himself towards the giant just as Gurpus had done. The giant screamed in pain again. “Hey Gurpus. What’s up?”
“Hehehe, lets just kill this thing Weena.” Gurpus drew a short sword and stabbed into the back of the giant. He then took his blade out of the giant’s back and stabbed it into the giant’s back again just above where he had stabbed the giants back the first time. He did this also with his short sword. Gurpus continually did this until he got to below the giants neck.
“Weena, can you use your mana powers to raise me above the giants head?”
“Sure can Gurpus.” Weena pointed his hand at Gurpus and Gurpus began to rise up into the air. A few seconds later Gurpus was way above the giant’s head.
“Weena, drop me!” Weena stopped pointing his hand at Gurpus. Gurpus began to fall fast. Blade pointed downwards, Gurpus was ready for impact. SLICE! The blade had gone through the giant’s skull and pierced the giant’s brain. There was loud roar of pain. The giant hit the ground face first with a loud thump.
Weena jumped off the giant’s back and headed towards Gurpus.
“We make a good team Gurpus.”
“We sure do Weena, we sure do.”
Gurpus drew his blade and began hacking away at the giant’s feet hoping that it would fall to the ground. Weena on the other hand was firing mana blasts at the giant and bringing up mana shields so he wouldn’t get hurt. This thing isn’t taking a scratch! Gurpus jumped up into the air and lunged his blade into the giants back. The giant screamed in pain and began running around in circles in an effort to try and see what was on its back so it could kill it. Gurpus held onto his blade for dear life.
Weena drew his blade, jumped up into the air and lunged himself towards the giant just as Gurpus had done. The giant screamed in pain again. “Hey Gurpus. What’s up?”
“Hehehe, lets just kill this thing Weena.” Gurpus drew a short sword and stabbed into the back of the giant. He then took his blade out of the giant’s back and stabbed it into the giant’s back again just above where he had stabbed the giants back the first time. He did this also with his short sword. Gurpus continually did this until he got to below the giants neck.
“Weena, can you use your mana powers to raise me above the giants head?”
“Sure can Gurpus.” Weena pointed his hand at Gurpus and Gurpus began to rise up into the air. A few seconds later Gurpus was way above the giant’s head.
“Weena, drop me!” Weena stopped pointing his hand at Gurpus. Gurpus began to fall fast. Blade pointed downwards, Gurpus was ready for impact. SLICE! The blade had gone through the giant’s skull and pierced the giant’s brain. There was loud roar of pain. The giant hit the ground face first with a loud thump.
Weena jumped off the giant’s back and headed towards Gurpus.
“We make a good team Gurpus.”
“We sure do Weena, we sure do.”
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Re: Grey.
by Guest on Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:13 pm
Maximillian grinned as he surveyed the battlefield, the battle was nearly over; most of the soldiers were defeated and the giant had been killed by the two TR members. He flinched slightly as he felt the manabender's powers leave his body, that was… to be expected though. Slowly, he began walk towards the clan stronghold. A few foolish Regulars and Grey Soldiers tried to stop him, sadly for them, he did not tolerate foolishness and they were quickly dealt with. Once he had arrived at the stronghold he briskly went in and up the stairs in the main lobby, he had to be quick. Reaching the third floor, he proceeded down the hallway and entered a room, going to the closet inside it. Grinning, he quickly changed his clothes and weapons; he couldn’t have anyone recognize him at that point. Then, with a smooth movement; he removed his mask and felt his power fade, soon he would return, and when he did…
MrSebi fell to his knees as his strength temporarily left him. Getting up, he felt for a second that something was wrong, the feeling however did not last and soon he felt unusually cheerful. Grinning, he went to a chair in the corner of the room and sat down. The other members would be back soon and then they could plan an attack against Grey. After all, as far as he was concerned the battle had gone without a hitch.
Maximillian stared through his hosts eyes and felt a surge of pleasure grasp his soul; the fool did not remember a thing, excellent…
(@Weena also Weena does not know Maximillian nor can track him through any means so... yeh, please edit your post!)
(Sorry for the lateness of this message, I missed that particular post)
MrSebi fell to his knees as his strength temporarily left him. Getting up, he felt for a second that something was wrong, the feeling however did not last and soon he felt unusually cheerful. Grinning, he went to a chair in the corner of the room and sat down. The other members would be back soon and then they could plan an attack against Grey. After all, as far as he was concerned the battle had gone without a hitch.
Maximillian stared through his hosts eyes and felt a surge of pleasure grasp his soul; the fool did not remember a thing, excellent…
(@Weena also Weena does not know Maximillian nor can track him through any means so... yeh, please edit your post!)
(Sorry for the lateness of this message, I missed that particular post)
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Re: Grey.
by Weena on Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:32 am
The giant fell with an earthshattering thud. Still hovering in the air with mana blasting from his feet, Weena looked down at their handiwork, before flying towards Gurpus.
"We make a good team Gurpus," he said. Gurpus took a few seconds before looking up.
"We sure do, Weena, we sure do." Giving one final boost, Weena flipped back and landed on the ground.
"Now let's go help finish this battle," he said, sending a bolt of mana through his hand to his blade. There was a short and sharp zap, and it was clean. About to run into battle, he was suddenly rocketed off balance by another groundshaking thunder. Looking up, he confirmed his worst fears.
The giant cold soldier was standing up, apparently unhurt. What was worse, thick metallic plates began to spread over it's body, each one sliding into place with an ominous shick. It's severed head flipped over onto the neck, reattaching itself with a sound that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The armour extended up, each piece sliding out of the one before it after it had stopped in it's place. The metallic armour curved over the top of the head before finally coming down over the face, the final piece stopping with a loud bang. For a few seconds everything was silent save for the constant rain and occasional lightning, before a loud creaking sound could be heard. It started off hardly audible before increasing in decibels until everyone had to clap their hands to their ears to avoid having their eardrums popped. It lasted for what felt like hours, before it stopped. Slowly uncovering his ears, Weena looked up. His ears still feeling the effects of the noise, everything seemed much more distant, even the lightning.
Slowly the giant's eyes began to glow red - faintly at first, though eventually increasing to a level of brightness that sent a shiver through Weena's spine. Ok, he thought to himself, now we're boned. The giant raised its head to the sky, and howled. It was ten times worse than its first one, sounding more like the nails of a witch on a chalkboard this time. The howl seemed to last for a while, and if you thought everyone on the battlefield was frozen before, they certainly were now. When the noise died away, it lowered it's head and began moving to the TR stronghold again, albeit a little slower due to it's armour.
Weena shouted at Gurpus. "I don't think a single blade can stop this thing now!"
"You're right, I'm afraid," Gurpus replied, "We're gonna need some kind of miracle to stop this thing."
For a second Weena looked into the distance. "That or... we're gonna need a lot of TR members to stop this thing. C'mon, we only have a short time!" And with that, both of them ran in separate directions, trying to round up all TR members, cutting down any lone cold soldiers on the way.
(Just so you know, guys, Gurpus isn't a manabender. And also, this thing can't be taken down that easily. After all, it's a tall as 5 odokuro's and has metallic armour all over it.)
"We make a good team Gurpus," he said. Gurpus took a few seconds before looking up.
"We sure do, Weena, we sure do." Giving one final boost, Weena flipped back and landed on the ground.
"Now let's go help finish this battle," he said, sending a bolt of mana through his hand to his blade. There was a short and sharp zap, and it was clean. About to run into battle, he was suddenly rocketed off balance by another groundshaking thunder. Looking up, he confirmed his worst fears.
The giant cold soldier was standing up, apparently unhurt. What was worse, thick metallic plates began to spread over it's body, each one sliding into place with an ominous shick. It's severed head flipped over onto the neck, reattaching itself with a sound that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The armour extended up, each piece sliding out of the one before it after it had stopped in it's place. The metallic armour curved over the top of the head before finally coming down over the face, the final piece stopping with a loud bang. For a few seconds everything was silent save for the constant rain and occasional lightning, before a loud creaking sound could be heard. It started off hardly audible before increasing in decibels until everyone had to clap their hands to their ears to avoid having their eardrums popped. It lasted for what felt like hours, before it stopped. Slowly uncovering his ears, Weena looked up. His ears still feeling the effects of the noise, everything seemed much more distant, even the lightning.
Slowly the giant's eyes began to glow red - faintly at first, though eventually increasing to a level of brightness that sent a shiver through Weena's spine. Ok, he thought to himself, now we're boned. The giant raised its head to the sky, and howled. It was ten times worse than its first one, sounding more like the nails of a witch on a chalkboard this time. The howl seemed to last for a while, and if you thought everyone on the battlefield was frozen before, they certainly were now. When the noise died away, it lowered it's head and began moving to the TR stronghold again, albeit a little slower due to it's armour.
Weena shouted at Gurpus. "I don't think a single blade can stop this thing now!"
"You're right, I'm afraid," Gurpus replied, "We're gonna need some kind of miracle to stop this thing."
For a second Weena looked into the distance. "That or... we're gonna need a lot of TR members to stop this thing. C'mon, we only have a short time!" And with that, both of them ran in separate directions, trying to round up all TR members, cutting down any lone cold soldiers on the way.
(Just so you know, guys, Gurpus isn't a manabender. And also, this thing can't be taken down that easily. After all, it's a tall as 5 odokuro's and has metallic armour all over it.)
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Re: Grey.
by Hunter Reckoning on Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:08 pm
Weena was rounding up the members when he heard a growl come from behind him. Weena turned around and heard Hunter's voice come from the forest. "Weena are you okay?" Weena let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god you're okay..." Hunter (who Weena could not see) showed a terrifying 5 rows of teeth, his eyes brightening. "Well, I'm pretty badly injured, could you come and help me up? Im behind this bush." Hunter gave the bush a shake and so Weena walked over to it. Hunter licked his teeth. Weena stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in place. "What Weena? don't you trust me?" Weena shook the look of his face and replied. "Of course, but I think some of Grey's soldiers are coming." When Weena got within 10 feet of the bush Hunter was in, Hunter jumped out and landed on Weena. "You shouldn't have trusted me!" Hunter grabbed Weena's face between his clawed hand and his metal hand. Hunter dug his claws into Weena's face and said. "Join us, Grey has more power than you can possibly imagine." Weena kicked Hunter off of him and yelled, "HUNTER HOW COULD YOU!" Weena blasted Hunter with a mana beam and Hunter returned it with a solid metal punch to Weena's chest. When Weena fell over, Hunter devised a quick plan. Hunter changed back into his normal self, his hood hiding his teeth and skin, and ran as fast as he could back to the fortress. When he saw Juliana, Hunter cut his leg and began limping. "Juli help me, Weena has been corrupted by Grey, he tried to kill me!" Juli got a concerned look and helped Hunter inside. "hey Hunter, where'd you get that gauntlet?"
"It was a gift from a friend." Hunter smiled from victory.
"It was a gift from a friend." Hunter smiled from victory.
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Re: Grey.
by Juliana on Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:29 am
Juli had known from the moment Hunter had opened his mouth that he was lying. Her affinity for the truth was a very useful skill, which had saved her life on numerous occasions. The fact that all Called warriors shared it was the reason Risa had agreed to become her apprentice in the first place. So his protests that Weena had been corrupted didn't fool her even for a second. "Oh, cousin, how did this happen?" she murmured. ((Retcon: Juli and Hunter are actually first cousins. This will make a lot more sense whenever I finish the Saga of Traitor and Betrayed.))
"I don't know," replied Hunter, but Juli could tell it was another lie. He knew exactly what had happened; in all likelihood he had caused whatever-it-was himself. Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Risa?" she called. Her apprentice was--not by coincidence--nearby at that time, and quickly responded.
"Yes?"
Let's see how much you can infer, Juli thought. Then she added, aloud, "Hunter says Weena was somehow corrupted by Grey." She put a slight emphasis on the word says, just enough to alert Risa that something was out of the ordinary. "It seems they fought. Would you go see what became of Weena?"
Risa nodded and left quickly, having heard the subtext of Juli's words through the magic they shared. Hunter watched her go, wanting to stop her--she would blow his cover--but loath to do anything when it would only ruin his disguise that much sooner.
Juli quietly steered her cousin into a recessed doorway, where they would be hard to locate for any passersby. "Tell me true, cousin: what really happened?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?" asked Hunter. "I told you, Weena attacked me."
"And I took that as a nice, polite lie within the family," Juli returned. "Because I know it's a lie." She held up her hand when it was clear Hunter was about to protest. "You won't be able to fool me or even make me doubt myself; I know what's truth and what's lies. I know it's not true, and I know you yourself don't believe you're telling the truth."
Hunter debated for a moment, then pushed back his hood, revealing his now-deformed features. "How did you know?" he asked.
"The way the Called always do," Juli replied. "I take it this has something to do with your new accessory?" She indicated the gauntlet on his right arm.
"Yes. What're you gonna do about it?" he challenged. "Kill me?"
Juli hesitated, then shook her head. "My own kin's blood has been on my hands too many times," she explained, sounding heartbroken. "I won't kill you, cousin."
"Then I'll kill you!" he hissed, still mindful of the fact that anyone could pass by at any time.
Black mists glinting gold formed around Juli's hand, and coalesced into Atonement. She raised it with a sigh, and whispered three words in a language spoken by very few--a language she had, once upon a time, taught Hunter. "(My death will be your freedom.)"*
They engaged, Juli fighting with her sword and Hunter with his gauntlet. True to her word, Juli barely even tried to fight. It's been a long time since I fought someone while trying insanely hard not to kill them... and I never tried this hard before. She sent a pulse of light down Atonement's golden inlay, which landed squarely on Hunter's gauntlet. Let's see if that works.
Then Hunter moved quickly, and in an instant his cousin fell, her intent fulfilled. I don't know if this'll work, but at least I tried...** she thought. Through her fading vision, she could still see Hunter. He was turning to go, leaving a cousin who loved him to bleed her life away on the ground.
Risa had experienced almost no difficulty in finding Weena. She had traced Hunter's path back to the bush where the fight had occurred; the confusion of battle around her had rendered that a bit more difficult but not entirely unmanageable. She suspected that tracking might be a unique aspect of her own Legend powers, like Juli's strong talents for swordplay and healing, and resolved to ask her teacher about it the next time they had a quiet-enough moment.
The young ex-assassin quickly located the right bush and pushed its branches out of her way. Weena was hidden behind it, and Risa bent over to look at him. His face was scratched and bloody, and he didn't seem to be breathing quite right, but he appeared to have been hurt little beyond that, so she knelt by his side and drew on the magic Juli had taught her.
Moments later, Weena was breathing normally again. Risa had healed his injuries in a way that would allow him to wake without experiencing pain--an option not available when wounds were more severe; Risa unconsciously rubbed the newest scar on her chest, which was still bothering her despite the fact that she had performed her last resurrection herself--and she held her breath, hoping he would regain consciousness on his own.
It so transpired that he did exactly that. Weena's eyes fluttered open, and he scrabbled to his feet. "Risa!" he cried. "It was Hunter--he attacked me--he's been corrupted by Grey--"
"And he's saying that's what you did," Risa interrupted. At the sight of Weena's face, she smiled half-mischievously, half-reassuringly. "Don't worry--I believe you. Juli indicated that Hunter was lying, and I can tell you're being honest. But I left her dealing with him up at the fortress, and I think she might need a little help."
Weena quickly set a rapid pace towards the fortress. He knew perfectly well that Juli was quite capable, but he'd also just seen how capable Hunter was in this new form. Risa kept pace, seemingly effortlessly.
They pushed open the double doors that led into the main entrance hall of the fortress, and almost immediately saw the pool of blood around one of the more deeply recessed doorways leading off of the hall. "Juli!" called Weena in sheer horror. There was no response. He hurried forward, to find her body, unnaturally still, lying in a pool of her own blood. "No..." he gasped.
Risa, who had proceeded at a rather more sedate pace, came up behind him. "She's not dead--just sleeping," she assured Weena. Her gaze fell on her aunt's face, pale and peaceful in death. "I'd love to know what she's dreaming about right now..."
* The parentheses are my way of indicating that she's speaking in a different language... and yes, that was only three words. Juli is speaking a highly inflected language, in which changes to a noun can indicate possession and "will be" translates as a single word.
** What she tried was setting a spell that would hopefully remove Hunter's gauntlet and reverse its effects on him. She has no idea if it will work or not, given that she has never seen this sort of thing before and has very little practice with such spells. I'd appreciate if Hunter would post soon and say whether or not it took effect... or partial effect...
"I don't know," replied Hunter, but Juli could tell it was another lie. He knew exactly what had happened; in all likelihood he had caused whatever-it-was himself. Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Risa?" she called. Her apprentice was--not by coincidence--nearby at that time, and quickly responded.
"Yes?"
Let's see how much you can infer, Juli thought. Then she added, aloud, "Hunter says Weena was somehow corrupted by Grey." She put a slight emphasis on the word says, just enough to alert Risa that something was out of the ordinary. "It seems they fought. Would you go see what became of Weena?"
Risa nodded and left quickly, having heard the subtext of Juli's words through the magic they shared. Hunter watched her go, wanting to stop her--she would blow his cover--but loath to do anything when it would only ruin his disguise that much sooner.
Juli quietly steered her cousin into a recessed doorway, where they would be hard to locate for any passersby. "Tell me true, cousin: what really happened?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?" asked Hunter. "I told you, Weena attacked me."
"And I took that as a nice, polite lie within the family," Juli returned. "Because I know it's a lie." She held up her hand when it was clear Hunter was about to protest. "You won't be able to fool me or even make me doubt myself; I know what's truth and what's lies. I know it's not true, and I know you yourself don't believe you're telling the truth."
Hunter debated for a moment, then pushed back his hood, revealing his now-deformed features. "How did you know?" he asked.
"The way the Called always do," Juli replied. "I take it this has something to do with your new accessory?" She indicated the gauntlet on his right arm.
"Yes. What're you gonna do about it?" he challenged. "Kill me?"
Juli hesitated, then shook her head. "My own kin's blood has been on my hands too many times," she explained, sounding heartbroken. "I won't kill you, cousin."
"Then I'll kill you!" he hissed, still mindful of the fact that anyone could pass by at any time.
Black mists glinting gold formed around Juli's hand, and coalesced into Atonement. She raised it with a sigh, and whispered three words in a language spoken by very few--a language she had, once upon a time, taught Hunter. "(My death will be your freedom.)"*
They engaged, Juli fighting with her sword and Hunter with his gauntlet. True to her word, Juli barely even tried to fight. It's been a long time since I fought someone while trying insanely hard not to kill them... and I never tried this hard before. She sent a pulse of light down Atonement's golden inlay, which landed squarely on Hunter's gauntlet. Let's see if that works.
Then Hunter moved quickly, and in an instant his cousin fell, her intent fulfilled. I don't know if this'll work, but at least I tried...** she thought. Through her fading vision, she could still see Hunter. He was turning to go, leaving a cousin who loved him to bleed her life away on the ground.
Risa had experienced almost no difficulty in finding Weena. She had traced Hunter's path back to the bush where the fight had occurred; the confusion of battle around her had rendered that a bit more difficult but not entirely unmanageable. She suspected that tracking might be a unique aspect of her own Legend powers, like Juli's strong talents for swordplay and healing, and resolved to ask her teacher about it the next time they had a quiet-enough moment.
The young ex-assassin quickly located the right bush and pushed its branches out of her way. Weena was hidden behind it, and Risa bent over to look at him. His face was scratched and bloody, and he didn't seem to be breathing quite right, but he appeared to have been hurt little beyond that, so she knelt by his side and drew on the magic Juli had taught her.
Moments later, Weena was breathing normally again. Risa had healed his injuries in a way that would allow him to wake without experiencing pain--an option not available when wounds were more severe; Risa unconsciously rubbed the newest scar on her chest, which was still bothering her despite the fact that she had performed her last resurrection herself--and she held her breath, hoping he would regain consciousness on his own.
It so transpired that he did exactly that. Weena's eyes fluttered open, and he scrabbled to his feet. "Risa!" he cried. "It was Hunter--he attacked me--he's been corrupted by Grey--"
"And he's saying that's what you did," Risa interrupted. At the sight of Weena's face, she smiled half-mischievously, half-reassuringly. "Don't worry--I believe you. Juli indicated that Hunter was lying, and I can tell you're being honest. But I left her dealing with him up at the fortress, and I think she might need a little help."
Weena quickly set a rapid pace towards the fortress. He knew perfectly well that Juli was quite capable, but he'd also just seen how capable Hunter was in this new form. Risa kept pace, seemingly effortlessly.
They pushed open the double doors that led into the main entrance hall of the fortress, and almost immediately saw the pool of blood around one of the more deeply recessed doorways leading off of the hall. "Juli!" called Weena in sheer horror. There was no response. He hurried forward, to find her body, unnaturally still, lying in a pool of her own blood. "No..." he gasped.
Risa, who had proceeded at a rather more sedate pace, came up behind him. "She's not dead--just sleeping," she assured Weena. Her gaze fell on her aunt's face, pale and peaceful in death. "I'd love to know what she's dreaming about right now..."
* The parentheses are my way of indicating that she's speaking in a different language... and yes, that was only three words. Juli is speaking a highly inflected language, in which changes to a noun can indicate possession and "will be" translates as a single word.
** What she tried was setting a spell that would hopefully remove Hunter's gauntlet and reverse its effects on him. She has no idea if it will work or not, given that she has never seen this sort of thing before and has very little practice with such spells. I'd appreciate if Hunter would post soon and say whether or not it took effect... or partial effect...
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Re: Grey.
by Gurpus on Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:09 pm
Now’s my chance to return to my master. Gurpus stoped running and turned around to make sure no one was following him. Gurpus said some ancient words and a portal to the shadow realm opened up in front of Gurpus. A black mist came powering out of the portal and a black clouds began to form in the shy above the portal. Gurpus steeped inside and was greeted with a familiar sight.
“Gurpus. Have you returned with information on the shadow crystal?”
Gurpus kneeled down on one knee and looked at the ground, as he was all ways told to do when speaking to his master.
“Not yet my master. I have not found any information on the crystal yet. I believe there may be information on the crystal some were inside TR stronghold.”
“Gurpus this will not do! I told you to return to me once you found information on the crystal.”
“But master. There is a giant armoured monster on the battlefield. How the hell are we meant to kill it?”
“Hmmm. This could be the perfect time to get into the TR stronghold and find information on the crystal. As for the giant.” Gurpus’ master handed Gurpus a black bow and red glowing arrows. “Use the shadow bow and Death arrows to try and take out the giant. But first find information on the crystal.”
“Yes my master.” Gurpus bowed and went through the portal back to the battlefield.
The portal to the Shadow realm closed. The black mist disappeared and the black clouds disappeared as well. Gurpus look at the bow he was given and teleport himself outside the TR stronghold.
The stronghold seemed really small from a distant, but up close it was huge. Gurpus opened the front doors quietly and stepped inside. It was dead quiet. No seemed to be inside. “Now where is the library? It’s got to be here some where.”
Gurpus walked down the halls of the stronghold opening every door he found. He had opening doors for a while when suddenly he found a door with a sign on it which said “Library”. Gurpus opened the door and was greeted by thousands of books and shelfs. There seemed to be a book on everything from ancient cooking to a Zard keeping guide. Gurpus walked down row of books starting with “S” but found nothing on the Shadow Crystal.
He then went down the row of books starting with “C”. Gurpus found a huge book on crystals and began to read it. There seemed to be nothing on the shadow crystal, but as Gurpus turned the 250th page in the book he saw the words “The shadow Crystal”. He began to read everything that was on the page. The location of the crystal was near the bottom of the page. It said “This ancient crystal has been locked away inside the vault of the 7 kings so that no evil can harness its power and try rule the world. The vault is said to be in the realm of light.”
Great. How am I going to get into the realm of light when I don’t know that words to open the portal? Gurpus noticed some ancient words next to the words saying the location of the crystal. Those are probably the words to open the portal to the realm of light.Gurpus closed the book and ran outside onto the battlefield.
He said the ancient words and a portal appeared in front of him. Without looking to see if anyone was watching Gurpus steeped inside. He looked around and saw that he was in a gold room with a box in the centre of it. Gurpus walked towards the box, but was stopped by 7 men.
“Gurpus why are you doing this? It will only bring destruction to the world and nothing else.”
“Who are you?”
“We are the 7 kings of Lore. 1000 years ago we defeated an ancient evil from ruling the world and killing millions of people. When this ancient evil was killed the shadow crystal was dropped by it. Its evil could be sensed from miles away. To make sure this ancient evil would never appear again we locked it way in a tomb in the realm of light where no evil would ever go.”
“I don’t care about what happened in the past, just give me the crystal so I can give it to my master.”
“And what will you gain from giving the crystal to your “master”?”
“I will gain….I will gain…….I don’t really know what I will gain.”
“If you leave this realm Gurpus, you will be rewarded greatly.”
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
Gurpus turned around and went through the portal. It closed behind him with a ZAP. Gurpus looked down on the ground and saw a blue glowing sword. This looks like something Weena would use. I’ll give it to him when I see him. Gurpus looked towards where the giant was. It had moved a lot since he had last seen it. Oh no! I haven’t got any TR members yet to fight the giant! Gurpus ran off to go find some TR members.
He found 4 members fighting some Grey minions.
“Oi you 4. Weena needs your help fighting the giant. Follow me.”
The 4 members killed the minions they were fighting and followed Gurpus towards the giant.
“Gurpus. Have you returned with information on the shadow crystal?”
Gurpus kneeled down on one knee and looked at the ground, as he was all ways told to do when speaking to his master.
“Not yet my master. I have not found any information on the crystal yet. I believe there may be information on the crystal some were inside TR stronghold.”
“Gurpus this will not do! I told you to return to me once you found information on the crystal.”
“But master. There is a giant armoured monster on the battlefield. How the hell are we meant to kill it?”
“Hmmm. This could be the perfect time to get into the TR stronghold and find information on the crystal. As for the giant.” Gurpus’ master handed Gurpus a black bow and red glowing arrows. “Use the shadow bow and Death arrows to try and take out the giant. But first find information on the crystal.”
“Yes my master.” Gurpus bowed and went through the portal back to the battlefield.
The portal to the Shadow realm closed. The black mist disappeared and the black clouds disappeared as well. Gurpus look at the bow he was given and teleport himself outside the TR stronghold.
The stronghold seemed really small from a distant, but up close it was huge. Gurpus opened the front doors quietly and stepped inside. It was dead quiet. No seemed to be inside. “Now where is the library? It’s got to be here some where.”
Gurpus walked down the halls of the stronghold opening every door he found. He had opening doors for a while when suddenly he found a door with a sign on it which said “Library”. Gurpus opened the door and was greeted by thousands of books and shelfs. There seemed to be a book on everything from ancient cooking to a Zard keeping guide. Gurpus walked down row of books starting with “S” but found nothing on the Shadow Crystal.
He then went down the row of books starting with “C”. Gurpus found a huge book on crystals and began to read it. There seemed to be nothing on the shadow crystal, but as Gurpus turned the 250th page in the book he saw the words “The shadow Crystal”. He began to read everything that was on the page. The location of the crystal was near the bottom of the page. It said “This ancient crystal has been locked away inside the vault of the 7 kings so that no evil can harness its power and try rule the world. The vault is said to be in the realm of light.”
Great. How am I going to get into the realm of light when I don’t know that words to open the portal? Gurpus noticed some ancient words next to the words saying the location of the crystal. Those are probably the words to open the portal to the realm of light.Gurpus closed the book and ran outside onto the battlefield.
He said the ancient words and a portal appeared in front of him. Without looking to see if anyone was watching Gurpus steeped inside. He looked around and saw that he was in a gold room with a box in the centre of it. Gurpus walked towards the box, but was stopped by 7 men.
“Gurpus why are you doing this? It will only bring destruction to the world and nothing else.”
“Who are you?”
“We are the 7 kings of Lore. 1000 years ago we defeated an ancient evil from ruling the world and killing millions of people. When this ancient evil was killed the shadow crystal was dropped by it. Its evil could be sensed from miles away. To make sure this ancient evil would never appear again we locked it way in a tomb in the realm of light where no evil would ever go.”
“I don’t care about what happened in the past, just give me the crystal so I can give it to my master.”
“And what will you gain from giving the crystal to your “master”?”
“I will gain….I will gain…….I don’t really know what I will gain.”
“If you leave this realm Gurpus, you will be rewarded greatly.”
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
Gurpus turned around and went through the portal. It closed behind him with a ZAP. Gurpus looked down on the ground and saw a blue glowing sword. This looks like something Weena would use. I’ll give it to him when I see him. Gurpus looked towards where the giant was. It had moved a lot since he had last seen it. Oh no! I haven’t got any TR members yet to fight the giant! Gurpus ran off to go find some TR members.
He found 4 members fighting some Grey minions.
“Oi you 4. Weena needs your help fighting the giant. Follow me.”
The 4 members killed the minions they were fighting and followed Gurpus towards the giant.
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Re: Grey.
by Anastaysiya on Sun Mar 14, 2010 2:31 pm
//Outskirts of TR\\
The sounds of swords clanging in the building ahead of her were quick and sharp, mixing with the occasional buzz of Mana. Ana smiled as she unsheathed the sword from her belt and waved it in the air as if fighting an imaginary demon. She was energized, ready for The Regulars, or "TR" as the Clan leader Vamparagon told her when she joined a few days earlier. Vamparagon, commonly known as "V" told her many things about the Clan, the majority of them sounding like fun. Many mysteries surrounding TR clouded her mind as she proceeded into the gateway of the TR premises. She sheathed her sword with an excited giggle, racing to meet up with her new clan mates.
The sounds of swords clanging in the building ahead of her were quick and sharp, mixing with the occasional buzz of Mana. Ana smiled as she unsheathed the sword from her belt and waved it in the air as if fighting an imaginary demon. She was energized, ready for The Regulars, or "TR" as the Clan leader Vamparagon told her when she joined a few days earlier. Vamparagon, commonly known as "V" told her many things about the Clan, the majority of them sounding like fun. Many mysteries surrounding TR clouded her mind as she proceeded into the gateway of the TR premises. She sheathed her sword with an excited giggle, racing to meet up with her new clan mates.
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Re: Grey.
by Icey on Mon Mar 15, 2010 8:01 am
With WAR raging all around him, Ice had no other option. The shadow of doubt lay within his mind tormenting him to no end. He couldnt just sit here and watch his clan mates fall. There was one option left...but should he risk it? Yes...He Must...For TR. Finding a closed space outside the raging bloody battle, he raised a dagger. With it glinting in the light, he carved runes of blood upon his arms,legs,face, and body. "VARIUS NEMEHEMA NAZAREL REKECHETE RAZIEL ARCHLARETES...POLARIUS" Ice screamed with all his might and fell silent before the cold glow that was before him. Out out nothing, the blue light came and burst with a winter air beyond what the top of the Earth could deliver and out of this, Came forth...an ANGEL. Eyes gazed an awe...it had worked...IT HAD WORKED. The Angel looked down upon him and in a most heavenly voice gently said,"You have summoned me, Polarus, Angel of Ice, you ask for my power do you not?" "Y..y..yes...I ask for freedom from Greys curse and power to help my clan mates." "I give the power you wish," said the Polarus. Ice watched in Awe as the runs that were once red with blood turned a light blue and his eyes now colder,bluer,feircer. He felt a might like no other...with this...this power he could help.
"You accept your price?" said the Angel gently
"Of Course," Ice replied
With a blast of cold and a splur of heavenly light Polarus, Angel of Ice,...was gone.
With a great leap Ice burst back on to the battlefeild with an intent to kill.
but there was no happiness in his eyes...he knew his price.
24 hours he thought...24 hours to live.
"You accept your price?" said the Angel gently
"Of Course," Ice replied
With a blast of cold and a splur of heavenly light Polarus, Angel of Ice,...was gone.
With a great leap Ice burst back on to the battlefeild with an intent to kill.
but there was no happiness in his eyes...he knew his price.
24 hours he thought...24 hours to live.
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Re: Grey.
by KageArashi on Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:17 pm
Kage was bored, as in REALLY bored. And a bored Kage is NEVER a good thing, after all the last time Kage was bored it resulted in the newest lake near the TR Base. Let it be known, never to leave any sort of explosive devices laying around within arms reach of Kage. The end result would be quite disastrous for everyone. Hands in his pockets, Kage strode down the halls of the base whistling a tuneless ditty. Kicking up just legs in some vague sense of pointless amusement.
“Hmm, I’m bored. I wonder if there’s anything fun to do.” He mused out loud not paying heed to the battlefield out front. “I know!” He said a snapping his fingers as the proverbial light bulb went off over his head.
Spotting the nearest window, he vanished in a small swirl of dust only to reappear perched on the windowsill of the aforementioned window. Peering out into the bright sky, he looked over the warring sides. The grey guards against the TR Clan, it was a rather equal battle with neither side taking the lead. In the end only time would tell on this battle of Quantity versus Quality.
“There’s got to be someone in charge of all these minions..” He said trying see some sort of sign, “There!” he cried pointing to a small area that seemed to be bathed in a small sphere of grey. Murmuring a small incantation under his breath, he disappeared in a small flicker of shadows.
Reappearing just outside of the proximity of the washed out area, he gazed into the area. Only to receive a light shock as he whispered a single name, “Grey?” It was unmistakable, that was Grey. This was not something he was expecting, he expected a something else, not Grey. This has changed everything, steeling his heart for a confrontation he knew he would have no way out. There was more to this than he had expected.
Standing in the epicenter of the small colorless clearing stood Grey, clad in grey armor. But this was not the Grey he once knew, the one he had once adventured along side with. This was a new Grey, a corrupted grey. His once smooth grey armor, now spiked in a fashion of reminiscent of a DoomKnight, but this was more jagged, sharper, eviler. The color darkened considerably from the light stone grey it had been to a dark, almost black grey it was now. His one smooth gauntlets, are now rugged with a single blade extending foreword. Small spikes covered various spots his new armor, giving this new armor of Grey’s a very dangerous appeal. It was like someone blended together a DoomKnight and a Nightmare Plate with Grey’s old armor.
But that wasn’t the only change in his old friend, he now carried his hair in a tight high ponytail. Revealing a runic “1” tattooed above his brow and his now darkened eyes. His lips set into a grim scowl, as two stress lines across his face from underneath his eyes. His dark grey eyes, now similar to chips of obsidian. Once lively and cheerful, now just an endless abyss wishing for destruction.
Kage knew his old friend had changed, but to this point, he never suspected. Was there no trace left of his friend grey in this new monster? Readying himself for battle, he stepped hesitantly into the grey area. All of a sudden he was over took by a bloodlust and an aura of sheer maliciousness he hadn’t felt outside of the grey area.
“Ah KageArashi, My dear friend I was waiting for you to show up.” Grey called out pleasantly as he felt Kage step into his Anima-Circle. “Quite impressive work you did there on the eastern part of my army.”
“What are you doing here, Grey?” Kage demanded as he forced up a mask of pure stoicism.
“Why to destroy that blasted clan.” He replied with disinterest waving his hand in the direction of the castle in the distance. “And I’m here to offer you a chance to live and stand by me, seeing as we have a long history old friend.” Grey offered extending his hand to Kage.
Extending his left hand, he grasped the offered limb. “Good choice.” Grey stated before trying to draw back his hand.
“Grey, remember that one time when we faced the dark dupes of ourselves,” Kage started, “You said you’d hate to ever fight me again.” He finished as he let a burst of magic erupt from his left hand, destroying the gauntlet. Grey immediately struck out with his right hand, forcing Kage to flip backwards. Going into a backwards handspring he landed nearly ten feet away. Landing on a crouch, his eyes trained on Grey as he tensed his muscles.
A look of unadulterated rage crossed Grey’s face as he glanced at the ruined portion of his armor. “For your insolence you will be the first to die by my hand!” he spat out. As he pointed a single finger at Kage only to be surprised as the Anima spell took no effect.
“You don’t remember?” Kage mused as he ran forward in a blur of motion as he struck out with his right hand, scoring a hit on the still shocked Grey. Followed by a left uppercut that caught his chin, and a double barrel fist that lead to a concussive wave of magic emanating from the two fists.
“Let me remind you through a class of flesh, bone, and sinew.” Kage said as Grey was propelled away from him.
“Let me make you feel again.” He said peering at the still flying figure of Grey with emotionless eyes.
“Let me remind YOU!” Kage screamed as he disappeared. He reappeared behind Grey, his knee implanted into his back. Stopping him from going any further, grabbing the back of his head he drove his face into the ground. Creating a crater as he did so, and using the same falling momentum he used before he dropped his elbow onto the back of his neck.
Now wasting anytime, grabbing Grey by his neck, he rolled over and planted his feet in the dead center of Grey’s back. Kicking with all his might he launched the prone figure high into the air. And then he promptly disappeared again. Leaving scantly a dark blur as he ricocheted of the near by trees, striking Grey repeatedly. With a noise not unlike that of a gun being fires on full auto, Kage struck Grey over and over again. The force and speed of the attack made Grey seem as if he was twisting and contorting in midair as he was hit constantly.
Laying suspended in midair the strikes seemed to stop and Grey just started to fall, but he was given a major assist by Kage. Who had appeared to be dropping at an exponential rate, his two hands above his head in a double hammer fist. Catching up with the falling body of Grey he slammed both his hands down, which had been glowing darkly with magic. Then like a judgment bolt from the righteous heavens, Kage struck Grey. Sending the body crashing down with the strength of a meteor.
As his feet touched the ground, he rolled back to distribute his built up momentum. Glancing at the newest crater, he spied the fallen form of his old comrade. Only for his eye to go wide as a fist was neatly implanted unto his gut. The force of the blow has sent Kage reeling and gasping for breath. Landing on the ground harshly, he quickly flipped back to his feet. Ignoring the blaring pain in his abdomen, he ducked a kick and lashed out with his own. Catching Grey in the side, he quickly retreated.
“You little pest.” Grey growled out, stopping for a story bit to see that injured Kage grasping his stomach. His armor fully showing the damage done by Kages previous attack, his other gauntlet has been destroyed and one of his larger shoulder spikes has been cracked off.
“YOU WILL DIE!” Grey screamed as he sent a grey blast of pure magic. The sickly bolt head fast toward Kage, who managed to avoid the blow at the last moment.
But Grey didn’t stop there, he charged forward, catching Kage with a Lariat. Kage on the other hand felt like a gorilla on steroids decided to clothesline him into the ground. Kage’s soft cloth armor did little to protect him from the physical power of Grey. Of which Grey took full advantage of, hammering blow after blow on Kage.
Using a quick spell, Kage vanished into a plum of smoke. Only to reappear behind Grey to deliver a devastating magic enhanced strike to the center of Grey’s back. Sending the man tumbling forward skidding across the ground, leaving Kage breathing hard with a single hand extended. Narrowly dodging a slim mana arrow Grey threw as he skidded along the ground. Catching his footing one again, Grey sent a barrage of mana arrows at the hard-pressed Kage.
“Fool! Your attacks have no affect!” Grey stated as he kept up a near endless supply of grey arrows flying.
Kage just said nothing in return as he focused on dodging, as he received no quarter from his opponent. Slowly but surely he was tiring himself out, Kage knew this as well as Grey. If he didn’t land some major damage soon, he was done for. That was until an arrow clipped his shoulder, sending him tumbling into a tree. Quickly getting behind the tree, he escaped getting impaled by a dozen arrows. He reprieve was short as he had to dodge again as the tree he was hiding behind was cut down.
Grey was now wielding a blade made of obsidian, a single flawless piece of obsidian. Kage in return hastily drew his own sword, from a bladeless black katana a blade of red magic gathered to from a crimson blade. Mutter a small healing spell and drinking a potion, he restored himself to full fighting capacity. With a soundless cry, he launched himself at Grey.
The meeting of bone and flesh became a dance of blade and death. A blur of black and red erupted in a shower of sparks as the two dueled. Ducking an weaving around blows, Kage lashed with a low slash. Grey in return hoped over the low slash delivered a thrust. Which prompted Kage side step, allowing Kage to score a slash along Grey’s ribs. Grey just ignored that slash and lashed out with a punch, catching Kage right in the cheek. Which Grey followed up with a hard kick to the ribs, fling Kage back.
“Can’t you see your actions are futile?” Grey said to the slow rising warrior. “You have yet to score a real hit against me.” He arrogantly claimed. “At most you have only dented my armor!”
Kage in return just spit some blood on the ground, and get back into a fighting stance. Losing his two handed grip, he held his sword loosely in his right hand. Kage was beyond words at this point, he would only be wasting unnecessary breaths.
“Fine! Don’t want to give! We’ll just make this as painful as possible.” Grey stated bring his blade above his head.
And then one again the two were off in a flurry of movement, Kage with his sword arm parried one strike and sent a concussive mana blast with his free first. Not just once, but three times. Denting Grey’s armor further, but doing no real damage. This carried on as blade met blade, and fist met armor. A hopeless battle for Kage. Who was bruised, battered and tried from a near hour of straight fighting.
Then finally he made a fatal mistake, he lost his grip on his sword. Grey using a one super magic-empowered strike knocked the blade clean out of Kage’s grip. Then he plunged his sword into Kage’s gut. Wrenching the blade cruelly in his grip, he savored the feeling of warm blood pouring over his hands and the cry of pain that accompanied it.
“See”, he started out as he plunged his blade deeper in, pulling Kage closer to whisper in his ear, “This all could have been avoided if you had only joined up with me.”
Lifting the blade into the air with Kage still impaled, he walked over to a near by tree and pinned the gravely wounded warrior to the aforesaid tree. Smiling cruelly, he was cut unexpectedly short as Kage pulled off one last double concussive blast. Shattering Grey’s remaining armor off. Sending Grey flying back, tumbling through a tree. Kage coughed up blood as he hung pretty much limp on the sword pinning him.
“YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP!” Grey screamed as he rose to his feet, firing two mana arrows into Kage’s shoulders.
“YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH NOW!” He screamed stalking over to Kage, ripping his sword free. The two mana arrows now kept Kage pinned to the tree, as blood flowed freely.
Let off an incoherent yell of rage, Grey went postal. Throwing his sword to the side, he started to hit Kage. Lost to his rage as he felt bones snap and tendons rip, he just kept on hitting. Kage on the other hand had already screamed himself hoarse, only managing a grunt as every new strike sent a wave of pain though him. Gripping Kage by his throat he ripped up off the tree, nearly knocking Kage out with pain.
“Filthy animal.” Grey spat disgusted as the broken figure in his hands.
“You said…”Kage started but only managed to cough up blood, “You’d hate to fight me again” He continued, “even though you could beat me.”
“What was that, maggot?” Grey growled out, his curiosity taking a better part of him.
“Because…” Kage said coughing up blood again, “I’d take you down with ME!”
He cried one final time, lifting his least damaged, but still broken right arm. With a single finger extended he pointed it at Grey’s heart, and with that he sent out one last Concussive blast. One last concentrated beam that held what little energy was left in his broken form. Blasting Grey’s heart clean out of his back, and for a moment time stood still. Grey looking down in disbelief to see a hole the size finger right over his heart.
Nothing need to be said as Grey dropped Kage and turned to stone before being blown into ashes by a gentle breeze. Kage on the other dropped bonelessly to the ground, he was dying and he knew it.
The majority of his bones were broken, he was suffering from bloodloss, and he was still bleeding freely. “What a way to go…” he said as he closed his eyes.
Looking up at the clear peaceful sky one last time, before he ultimately closed his eyes for the final time. ‘I wonder if they have ramen in heaven?’ He thought with a smile as he finally drifted off into the final unknown.
This warrior who had fought to his final breath for a goal still yet unknown, had a book in the library foretold a piece of this tale. A book that would help them win this fight against Grey.
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In a darkened setting, a pair of glowing grey eyes snapped opened. And the grey silence was broken by a maniacal laughter.
“MWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Hmm, I’m bored. I wonder if there’s anything fun to do.” He mused out loud not paying heed to the battlefield out front. “I know!” He said a snapping his fingers as the proverbial light bulb went off over his head.
Spotting the nearest window, he vanished in a small swirl of dust only to reappear perched on the windowsill of the aforementioned window. Peering out into the bright sky, he looked over the warring sides. The grey guards against the TR Clan, it was a rather equal battle with neither side taking the lead. In the end only time would tell on this battle of Quantity versus Quality.
“There’s got to be someone in charge of all these minions..” He said trying see some sort of sign, “There!” he cried pointing to a small area that seemed to be bathed in a small sphere of grey. Murmuring a small incantation under his breath, he disappeared in a small flicker of shadows.
Reappearing just outside of the proximity of the washed out area, he gazed into the area. Only to receive a light shock as he whispered a single name, “Grey?” It was unmistakable, that was Grey. This was not something he was expecting, he expected a something else, not Grey. This has changed everything, steeling his heart for a confrontation he knew he would have no way out. There was more to this than he had expected.
Standing in the epicenter of the small colorless clearing stood Grey, clad in grey armor. But this was not the Grey he once knew, the one he had once adventured along side with. This was a new Grey, a corrupted grey. His once smooth grey armor, now spiked in a fashion of reminiscent of a DoomKnight, but this was more jagged, sharper, eviler. The color darkened considerably from the light stone grey it had been to a dark, almost black grey it was now. His one smooth gauntlets, are now rugged with a single blade extending foreword. Small spikes covered various spots his new armor, giving this new armor of Grey’s a very dangerous appeal. It was like someone blended together a DoomKnight and a Nightmare Plate with Grey’s old armor.
But that wasn’t the only change in his old friend, he now carried his hair in a tight high ponytail. Revealing a runic “1” tattooed above his brow and his now darkened eyes. His lips set into a grim scowl, as two stress lines across his face from underneath his eyes. His dark grey eyes, now similar to chips of obsidian. Once lively and cheerful, now just an endless abyss wishing for destruction.
Kage knew his old friend had changed, but to this point, he never suspected. Was there no trace left of his friend grey in this new monster? Readying himself for battle, he stepped hesitantly into the grey area. All of a sudden he was over took by a bloodlust and an aura of sheer maliciousness he hadn’t felt outside of the grey area.
“Ah KageArashi, My dear friend I was waiting for you to show up.” Grey called out pleasantly as he felt Kage step into his Anima-Circle. “Quite impressive work you did there on the eastern part of my army.”
“What are you doing here, Grey?” Kage demanded as he forced up a mask of pure stoicism.
“Why to destroy that blasted clan.” He replied with disinterest waving his hand in the direction of the castle in the distance. “And I’m here to offer you a chance to live and stand by me, seeing as we have a long history old friend.” Grey offered extending his hand to Kage.
Extending his left hand, he grasped the offered limb. “Good choice.” Grey stated before trying to draw back his hand.
“Grey, remember that one time when we faced the dark dupes of ourselves,” Kage started, “You said you’d hate to ever fight me again.” He finished as he let a burst of magic erupt from his left hand, destroying the gauntlet. Grey immediately struck out with his right hand, forcing Kage to flip backwards. Going into a backwards handspring he landed nearly ten feet away. Landing on a crouch, his eyes trained on Grey as he tensed his muscles.
A look of unadulterated rage crossed Grey’s face as he glanced at the ruined portion of his armor. “For your insolence you will be the first to die by my hand!” he spat out. As he pointed a single finger at Kage only to be surprised as the Anima spell took no effect.
“You don’t remember?” Kage mused as he ran forward in a blur of motion as he struck out with his right hand, scoring a hit on the still shocked Grey. Followed by a left uppercut that caught his chin, and a double barrel fist that lead to a concussive wave of magic emanating from the two fists.
“Let me remind you through a class of flesh, bone, and sinew.” Kage said as Grey was propelled away from him.
“Let me make you feel again.” He said peering at the still flying figure of Grey with emotionless eyes.
“Let me remind YOU!” Kage screamed as he disappeared. He reappeared behind Grey, his knee implanted into his back. Stopping him from going any further, grabbing the back of his head he drove his face into the ground. Creating a crater as he did so, and using the same falling momentum he used before he dropped his elbow onto the back of his neck.
Now wasting anytime, grabbing Grey by his neck, he rolled over and planted his feet in the dead center of Grey’s back. Kicking with all his might he launched the prone figure high into the air. And then he promptly disappeared again. Leaving scantly a dark blur as he ricocheted of the near by trees, striking Grey repeatedly. With a noise not unlike that of a gun being fires on full auto, Kage struck Grey over and over again. The force and speed of the attack made Grey seem as if he was twisting and contorting in midair as he was hit constantly.
Laying suspended in midair the strikes seemed to stop and Grey just started to fall, but he was given a major assist by Kage. Who had appeared to be dropping at an exponential rate, his two hands above his head in a double hammer fist. Catching up with the falling body of Grey he slammed both his hands down, which had been glowing darkly with magic. Then like a judgment bolt from the righteous heavens, Kage struck Grey. Sending the body crashing down with the strength of a meteor.
As his feet touched the ground, he rolled back to distribute his built up momentum. Glancing at the newest crater, he spied the fallen form of his old comrade. Only for his eye to go wide as a fist was neatly implanted unto his gut. The force of the blow has sent Kage reeling and gasping for breath. Landing on the ground harshly, he quickly flipped back to his feet. Ignoring the blaring pain in his abdomen, he ducked a kick and lashed out with his own. Catching Grey in the side, he quickly retreated.
“You little pest.” Grey growled out, stopping for a story bit to see that injured Kage grasping his stomach. His armor fully showing the damage done by Kages previous attack, his other gauntlet has been destroyed and one of his larger shoulder spikes has been cracked off.
“YOU WILL DIE!” Grey screamed as he sent a grey blast of pure magic. The sickly bolt head fast toward Kage, who managed to avoid the blow at the last moment.
But Grey didn’t stop there, he charged forward, catching Kage with a Lariat. Kage on the other hand felt like a gorilla on steroids decided to clothesline him into the ground. Kage’s soft cloth armor did little to protect him from the physical power of Grey. Of which Grey took full advantage of, hammering blow after blow on Kage.
Using a quick spell, Kage vanished into a plum of smoke. Only to reappear behind Grey to deliver a devastating magic enhanced strike to the center of Grey’s back. Sending the man tumbling forward skidding across the ground, leaving Kage breathing hard with a single hand extended. Narrowly dodging a slim mana arrow Grey threw as he skidded along the ground. Catching his footing one again, Grey sent a barrage of mana arrows at the hard-pressed Kage.
“Fool! Your attacks have no affect!” Grey stated as he kept up a near endless supply of grey arrows flying.
Kage just said nothing in return as he focused on dodging, as he received no quarter from his opponent. Slowly but surely he was tiring himself out, Kage knew this as well as Grey. If he didn’t land some major damage soon, he was done for. That was until an arrow clipped his shoulder, sending him tumbling into a tree. Quickly getting behind the tree, he escaped getting impaled by a dozen arrows. He reprieve was short as he had to dodge again as the tree he was hiding behind was cut down.
Grey was now wielding a blade made of obsidian, a single flawless piece of obsidian. Kage in return hastily drew his own sword, from a bladeless black katana a blade of red magic gathered to from a crimson blade. Mutter a small healing spell and drinking a potion, he restored himself to full fighting capacity. With a soundless cry, he launched himself at Grey.
The meeting of bone and flesh became a dance of blade and death. A blur of black and red erupted in a shower of sparks as the two dueled. Ducking an weaving around blows, Kage lashed with a low slash. Grey in return hoped over the low slash delivered a thrust. Which prompted Kage side step, allowing Kage to score a slash along Grey’s ribs. Grey just ignored that slash and lashed out with a punch, catching Kage right in the cheek. Which Grey followed up with a hard kick to the ribs, fling Kage back.
“Can’t you see your actions are futile?” Grey said to the slow rising warrior. “You have yet to score a real hit against me.” He arrogantly claimed. “At most you have only dented my armor!”
Kage in return just spit some blood on the ground, and get back into a fighting stance. Losing his two handed grip, he held his sword loosely in his right hand. Kage was beyond words at this point, he would only be wasting unnecessary breaths.
“Fine! Don’t want to give! We’ll just make this as painful as possible.” Grey stated bring his blade above his head.
And then one again the two were off in a flurry of movement, Kage with his sword arm parried one strike and sent a concussive mana blast with his free first. Not just once, but three times. Denting Grey’s armor further, but doing no real damage. This carried on as blade met blade, and fist met armor. A hopeless battle for Kage. Who was bruised, battered and tried from a near hour of straight fighting.
Then finally he made a fatal mistake, he lost his grip on his sword. Grey using a one super magic-empowered strike knocked the blade clean out of Kage’s grip. Then he plunged his sword into Kage’s gut. Wrenching the blade cruelly in his grip, he savored the feeling of warm blood pouring over his hands and the cry of pain that accompanied it.
“See”, he started out as he plunged his blade deeper in, pulling Kage closer to whisper in his ear, “This all could have been avoided if you had only joined up with me.”
Lifting the blade into the air with Kage still impaled, he walked over to a near by tree and pinned the gravely wounded warrior to the aforesaid tree. Smiling cruelly, he was cut unexpectedly short as Kage pulled off one last double concussive blast. Shattering Grey’s remaining armor off. Sending Grey flying back, tumbling through a tree. Kage coughed up blood as he hung pretty much limp on the sword pinning him.
“YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP!” Grey screamed as he rose to his feet, firing two mana arrows into Kage’s shoulders.
“YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH NOW!” He screamed stalking over to Kage, ripping his sword free. The two mana arrows now kept Kage pinned to the tree, as blood flowed freely.
Let off an incoherent yell of rage, Grey went postal. Throwing his sword to the side, he started to hit Kage. Lost to his rage as he felt bones snap and tendons rip, he just kept on hitting. Kage on the other hand had already screamed himself hoarse, only managing a grunt as every new strike sent a wave of pain though him. Gripping Kage by his throat he ripped up off the tree, nearly knocking Kage out with pain.
“Filthy animal.” Grey spat disgusted as the broken figure in his hands.
“You said…”Kage started but only managed to cough up blood, “You’d hate to fight me again” He continued, “even though you could beat me.”
“What was that, maggot?” Grey growled out, his curiosity taking a better part of him.
“Because…” Kage said coughing up blood again, “I’d take you down with ME!”
He cried one final time, lifting his least damaged, but still broken right arm. With a single finger extended he pointed it at Grey’s heart, and with that he sent out one last Concussive blast. One last concentrated beam that held what little energy was left in his broken form. Blasting Grey’s heart clean out of his back, and for a moment time stood still. Grey looking down in disbelief to see a hole the size finger right over his heart.
Nothing need to be said as Grey dropped Kage and turned to stone before being blown into ashes by a gentle breeze. Kage on the other dropped bonelessly to the ground, he was dying and he knew it.
The majority of his bones were broken, he was suffering from bloodloss, and he was still bleeding freely. “What a way to go…” he said as he closed his eyes.
Looking up at the clear peaceful sky one last time, before he ultimately closed his eyes for the final time. ‘I wonder if they have ramen in heaven?’ He thought with a smile as he finally drifted off into the final unknown.
This warrior who had fought to his final breath for a goal still yet unknown, had a book in the library foretold a piece of this tale. A book that would help them win this fight against Grey.
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Elsewhere
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In a darkened setting, a pair of glowing grey eyes snapped opened. And the grey silence was broken by a maniacal laughter.
“MWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
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Re: Grey.
by Juliana on Mon Mar 15, 2010 2:32 pm
The Mists
Juli had known as she set the spell on Hunter's gauntlet that it would require her own death to complete, payment for a spell that might not even work. Now, as she trod the winding paths of a world blanketed in blue mist, she decided that even this price wasn't too much to pay for a try. After all, what had she to fear from death? Pain? A few hours lost while she spent all the time she needed here?
She noticed that her footsteps were taking her somewhere; by the natural laws of the Mists, the path probably led to someone who needed to speak with her. Juli had thought she might rest in her spirit-home, but clearly there was something else going on. Another soul was calling to hers, and of course she had to answer.
At length--there was no telling what length, as time means nothing in the Mists--she perceived two figures at a distance. They appeared to be engaged in a conversation. As she drew nearer, they seemed more and more familiar, until at last the mists between them cleared enough that she could identify them as Deathclaws and Shadow. Both turned to regard her at the same moment, surprise crossing their faces.
Deathclaws was the first to speak. "Juliana," he greeted her formally; Juli replied with an equally formal half-bow. Shadow just watched, apparently shell-shocked by whatever he had experienced. The brief pleasantries over, DC apparently continued what he had been speaking of with Shadow: "Do you know where we are?"
Juli smiled. "This place I call 'the Mists.' If it has any other name, no one else has ever bothered to tell me what that is." She spread an arm out to indicate the vast blue expanse. "The name I use isn't the most creative, but I've yet to find the person who would disagree with it." Then she sobered a bit. "What do you remember of how you got here?" She addressed both men, but again it was DC who answered first.
"I remember marching with the orcs, and discovering that we were attacking TR," he began. "I resolved to keep my word and fight alongside them, even despite that. We were joined by sorcerers; one of them called me over. I went to speak with him... and then, somehow, I was here." He looked Juliana straight in the eye. "Tell me. What happened?"
"The sorcerer put you under a spell," she began, her voice calm and all but emotionless. She had long since learned that such things were best said simply as solid facts rather than emotional events. The emotions would come in without her help. "I don't know why. Regardless of reasons, you fought beside the orcs and against TR. Near the end of the battle, one of us--I believe his name to be Atriax--killed you."
DC blinked. "Killed me?"
Juli nodded. "Yes, you're dead. So am I." She glanced over at Shadow, who still hadn't spoken. "Shadow? What happened to you?"
Shadow finally shook himself out of his shock. "Juli, you'll remember how I was kidnapped a little while after Charon?" At Juli's confirming nod (and ignoring DC's blank stare), he continued, "Well, after a while Grey released me from the spell. He wanted me to work for him. I refused, so he placed me under another spell. Then I lost consciousness... and the next thing I knew, I was here."
Juli began to pace back and forth, an old habit she had never been able to break herself perfectly of. "Let me fill in the gaps in your story, Shadow," she suggested. "While you were under the Anima spell, Weena also was captured. It seems Grey had quite the beginnings of a TR statue garden there for a while. Well, Weena managed to get free somehow. Then--I would infer that you were released from the Anima only yesterday or the day before. What you perceived as losing consciousness was Grey, ah, commandeering your body to fight against us. I would guess that happened not too long before Risa, Weena and I fought you--yesterday.
"Then, as I believe, Vamp sent one of us--I'm pretty sure it was Atriax!--to see what had happened to you. Upon discovering that you were part of the enemy, he killed you." She shrugged. "Odd, I know, that you died in almost the same way..."
"What about you?" Shadow put in.
Juli shrugged again. "Hunter Reckoning was... somehow corrupted. I tried magic to break the spell, but its completion required my death. Thus, I allowed him to kill me."
TR Fortress
Carrying Juli's body gently between them, Risa and Weena navigated their way up the last flight of stairs and into Juli and Risa's bedroom.
"I have to get back out there," Weena muttered anxiously, staring out the window. "There's a giant creature--they'll need my help; they'll need all the help they can get."
Risa smiled gratefully at him as they laid Juli's body gently down onto the bed. "Go, then," she replied. "My thanks and my blessing go with you." Wisps of blue mist flowed from her mouth with the words, forming a quick but powerful spell that Juli had taught her some time before. The misty magic wreathed Weena briefly, and then dissolved into his skin. Nothing more needed to be said; he strode across the room and disappeared on the way back to the fray.
Risa bent over the body of her friend, mentor, and aunt, and got to work.
The Mists
Juli could sense that someone else was approaching. "Do you feel that?" she asked her two companions.
Both frowned and shook their heads. "Feel what?" inquired DC.
"There's someone coming," Juli murmured. At the stares that met her, she laughed. "I'm very used to the magic of the Mists; this is the kind of magic I use most of the time now. I can sense spirits and control certain aspects of this place."
Soon it became very apparent who the person coming was. "Kage," Juli greeted him. She focused and allowed herself to understand how he'd come. "You... died aware. Like I did." She met his eyes. "In battle?"
"Yup," Kage agreed. "So where are we? And how'd you die? I thought you were alive and in the fortress!"
Juli explained the Mists and the circumstances of her death again, for Kage's benefit. He appeared surprised and confused at the end.
"So you're saying you sacrificed yourself to save this cousin of yours?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
Juli shrugged. "It had to be done. I can come back to life--that's a privilege of the immortal Called--and I figure that this was worth such a sacrifice."
Kage looked at her like she was insane, and shook his head. "Your life, to save just one person..."
"Not just one person," Juli corrected. "Him and all the people he might happen to kill before he's stopped. And he's not just anyone--he's my own family, my cousin. I played with him when we were children; I taught him to read and to speak other languages; I cried when he disappeared and celebrated when I realized I'd found him again..." She smiled nostalgically at the rush of memories, every one crystal-clear. "Family."
TR Fortress
Risa put the last touch of magic into place and straightened. Juli's body was as perfect as it would get; all that was missing was Juli herself.
Juli had known as she set the spell on Hunter's gauntlet that it would require her own death to complete, payment for a spell that might not even work. Now, as she trod the winding paths of a world blanketed in blue mist, she decided that even this price wasn't too much to pay for a try. After all, what had she to fear from death? Pain? A few hours lost while she spent all the time she needed here?
She noticed that her footsteps were taking her somewhere; by the natural laws of the Mists, the path probably led to someone who needed to speak with her. Juli had thought she might rest in her spirit-home, but clearly there was something else going on. Another soul was calling to hers, and of course she had to answer.
At length--there was no telling what length, as time means nothing in the Mists--she perceived two figures at a distance. They appeared to be engaged in a conversation. As she drew nearer, they seemed more and more familiar, until at last the mists between them cleared enough that she could identify them as Deathclaws and Shadow. Both turned to regard her at the same moment, surprise crossing their faces.
Deathclaws was the first to speak. "Juliana," he greeted her formally; Juli replied with an equally formal half-bow. Shadow just watched, apparently shell-shocked by whatever he had experienced. The brief pleasantries over, DC apparently continued what he had been speaking of with Shadow: "Do you know where we are?"
Juli smiled. "This place I call 'the Mists.' If it has any other name, no one else has ever bothered to tell me what that is." She spread an arm out to indicate the vast blue expanse. "The name I use isn't the most creative, but I've yet to find the person who would disagree with it." Then she sobered a bit. "What do you remember of how you got here?" She addressed both men, but again it was DC who answered first.
"I remember marching with the orcs, and discovering that we were attacking TR," he began. "I resolved to keep my word and fight alongside them, even despite that. We were joined by sorcerers; one of them called me over. I went to speak with him... and then, somehow, I was here." He looked Juliana straight in the eye. "Tell me. What happened?"
"The sorcerer put you under a spell," she began, her voice calm and all but emotionless. She had long since learned that such things were best said simply as solid facts rather than emotional events. The emotions would come in without her help. "I don't know why. Regardless of reasons, you fought beside the orcs and against TR. Near the end of the battle, one of us--I believe his name to be Atriax--killed you."
DC blinked. "Killed me?"
Juli nodded. "Yes, you're dead. So am I." She glanced over at Shadow, who still hadn't spoken. "Shadow? What happened to you?"
Shadow finally shook himself out of his shock. "Juli, you'll remember how I was kidnapped a little while after Charon?" At Juli's confirming nod (and ignoring DC's blank stare), he continued, "Well, after a while Grey released me from the spell. He wanted me to work for him. I refused, so he placed me under another spell. Then I lost consciousness... and the next thing I knew, I was here."
Juli began to pace back and forth, an old habit she had never been able to break herself perfectly of. "Let me fill in the gaps in your story, Shadow," she suggested. "While you were under the Anima spell, Weena also was captured. It seems Grey had quite the beginnings of a TR statue garden there for a while. Well, Weena managed to get free somehow. Then--I would infer that you were released from the Anima only yesterday or the day before. What you perceived as losing consciousness was Grey, ah, commandeering your body to fight against us. I would guess that happened not too long before Risa, Weena and I fought you--yesterday.
"Then, as I believe, Vamp sent one of us--I'm pretty sure it was Atriax!--to see what had happened to you. Upon discovering that you were part of the enemy, he killed you." She shrugged. "Odd, I know, that you died in almost the same way..."
"What about you?" Shadow put in.
Juli shrugged again. "Hunter Reckoning was... somehow corrupted. I tried magic to break the spell, but its completion required my death. Thus, I allowed him to kill me."
TR Fortress
Carrying Juli's body gently between them, Risa and Weena navigated their way up the last flight of stairs and into Juli and Risa's bedroom.
"I have to get back out there," Weena muttered anxiously, staring out the window. "There's a giant creature--they'll need my help; they'll need all the help they can get."
Risa smiled gratefully at him as they laid Juli's body gently down onto the bed. "Go, then," she replied. "My thanks and my blessing go with you." Wisps of blue mist flowed from her mouth with the words, forming a quick but powerful spell that Juli had taught her some time before. The misty magic wreathed Weena briefly, and then dissolved into his skin. Nothing more needed to be said; he strode across the room and disappeared on the way back to the fray.
Risa bent over the body of her friend, mentor, and aunt, and got to work.
The Mists
Juli could sense that someone else was approaching. "Do you feel that?" she asked her two companions.
Both frowned and shook their heads. "Feel what?" inquired DC.
"There's someone coming," Juli murmured. At the stares that met her, she laughed. "I'm very used to the magic of the Mists; this is the kind of magic I use most of the time now. I can sense spirits and control certain aspects of this place."
Soon it became very apparent who the person coming was. "Kage," Juli greeted him. She focused and allowed herself to understand how he'd come. "You... died aware. Like I did." She met his eyes. "In battle?"
"Yup," Kage agreed. "So where are we? And how'd you die? I thought you were alive and in the fortress!"
Juli explained the Mists and the circumstances of her death again, for Kage's benefit. He appeared surprised and confused at the end.
"So you're saying you sacrificed yourself to save this cousin of yours?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
Juli shrugged. "It had to be done. I can come back to life--that's a privilege of the immortal Called--and I figure that this was worth such a sacrifice."
Kage looked at her like she was insane, and shook his head. "Your life, to save just one person..."
"Not just one person," Juli corrected. "Him and all the people he might happen to kill before he's stopped. And he's not just anyone--he's my own family, my cousin. I played with him when we were children; I taught him to read and to speak other languages; I cried when he disappeared and celebrated when I realized I'd found him again..." She smiled nostalgically at the rush of memories, every one crystal-clear. "Family."
TR Fortress
Risa put the last touch of magic into place and straightened. Juli's body was as perfect as it would get; all that was missing was Juli herself.
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Re: Grey.
by Hunter Reckoning on Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:40 pm
As he ran away from the fortress, transferring his weight from his feet to his hands, Hunter tripped on nothing at all, and the gauntlet exploded off of his hand. He transformed back to the way he had appeared the previous day, before the gauntlet had been returned. As that happened, memories began rushing through his head.
There was a little girl, in a brown dress, talking to him. "Okay, so lets begin," she started to say. She followed this up with a long string of incomprehensible words. Hunter thought for a second, looking down at his hooded green cloak, and cleaning his goggles. By the height of the children, he could tell they weren't above five years of age.
"Juliana! I'm not an egghead!" Hunter yelled in a high pitched voice, not understanding the irony at the time.
After thousands of memories it came to when they were about nine years of age. "OK, Juliana, promise to keep this a secret?" Hunter said to Juliana, as they were hiding in a barn. "Okay, I promise." Juliana held out her hand, and Hunter shook it with a black gloved hand. Hunter was again wearing a green hooded robe, only it split into a cloak, covering knights armor. "Look what I found." Hunter held out a tiny golden puff of feathers, with ram horns, that were half as big as it's body. "Awwww, it's so cute!" Hunter and Juli both laughed at the look of baby Tritocry.
A few months passed, and Hunter was running through a forest, being chased by a mob of angry townsfolk, with pitchforks and torches. "Don't you think this is a bit cliche?!" Hunter yelled to the mob. "Well it WAS your idea to cover up for you keeping Tritocry," Juli pointed out. Hunter realized, while watching the memory, that he wasn't being CHASED. He was chasing Tritocry. Hunter ran faster than any of the other townsfolk. Hunter grabbed Tritocry's back, and yelled to the horse sized monster. "Get ready to fly like we practiced!"
That was the last time he ever saw any of that town again, including Juliana, until about a year ago.
Hunter remembered being shot in the head by a blunderbuss, and healing with no memory. Then being taken in by TR, and re-meeting Juliana, who couldn't quite recognize Hunter's face. Of course, Hunter Reckoning wasn't his name back then, his name was Hunter Sundry.
There was a little girl, in a brown dress, talking to him. "Okay, so lets begin," she started to say. She followed this up with a long string of incomprehensible words. Hunter thought for a second, looking down at his hooded green cloak, and cleaning his goggles. By the height of the children, he could tell they weren't above five years of age.
"Juliana! I'm not an egghead!" Hunter yelled in a high pitched voice, not understanding the irony at the time.
After thousands of memories it came to when they were about nine years of age. "OK, Juliana, promise to keep this a secret?" Hunter said to Juliana, as they were hiding in a barn. "Okay, I promise." Juliana held out her hand, and Hunter shook it with a black gloved hand. Hunter was again wearing a green hooded robe, only it split into a cloak, covering knights armor. "Look what I found." Hunter held out a tiny golden puff of feathers, with ram horns, that were half as big as it's body. "Awwww, it's so cute!" Hunter and Juli both laughed at the look of baby Tritocry.
A few months passed, and Hunter was running through a forest, being chased by a mob of angry townsfolk, with pitchforks and torches. "Don't you think this is a bit cliche?!" Hunter yelled to the mob. "Well it WAS your idea to cover up for you keeping Tritocry," Juli pointed out. Hunter realized, while watching the memory, that he wasn't being CHASED. He was chasing Tritocry. Hunter ran faster than any of the other townsfolk. Hunter grabbed Tritocry's back, and yelled to the horse sized monster. "Get ready to fly like we practiced!"
That was the last time he ever saw any of that town again, including Juliana, until about a year ago.
Hunter remembered being shot in the head by a blunderbuss, and healing with no memory. Then being taken in by TR, and re-meeting Juliana, who couldn't quite recognize Hunter's face. Of course, Hunter Reckoning wasn't his name back then, his name was Hunter Sundry.
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Re: Grey.
by Guest on Mon Mar 22, 2010 1:27 am
Note: I’ve decided to start writing in 1st person now, before I change Characters, I say the name of the new one and the time.
(Maximilian Von Klaud, 2000 years ago) Yes, Von Klaud, his name is Von Klaud, don’t ask me why!
I walked slowly, while some people prefer to walk quickly towards an important target; I prefer the opposite, it… allows me time to formulate my plans for it. In this situation, the target was a small settlement; one of those places that nobody bothers to pay attention to, oblivious of what secrets it can hold. Such people are fools, it is… sad that I was once among them, but time changes everything; including me. I reached into my pack and grabbed a water bottle, the day was hot and the last thing I desired was death from dehydration; not now, not when I was so close! I drank heavily from the bottle; the lukewarm water slid down my parched throat and moistened it. Its long lifespan had given it a rotten taste, but soon… soon I would be able to drink on something much… more… refreshing.
I then looked at the map in my right hand; its once expensive paper had become cracked and faded, the colors used to make it had all but degraded into a dull brown shade. It showed a rather good scale of the outlying area; if I was to understand it correctly, then I still had a few miles to walk until my destination. I grinned behind my dusty mask; soon I would reach the town… and my destiny!
(MrSebi, Present)
I fell off my chair as I was awoken by a loud bang, seriously? Was it possible to fall asleep in the middle of a battle WITHOUT being woken up every ten minutes? I jumped back up to my feet and grabbed my hat, I was tired, cranky, and feeling violent; what better way to take out my anger than to bash in some skulls? I left my room and saw a large shadow walking through the hallway, in my experience large shadows were bad, so I decided to head the other way. I decided instead to just teleport instead, drawing my pencil; I focused my power through it and swiped it through the air; feeling content as it left a large glowing line in the air. I stood back as the line began to pulse and stretch out followed by a burst of energy erupting from it and incinerating the air it touched. Good thing I stood back or it would probably have taken out a chunk of my stomach, not something I wanted to experience… again. Taking a deep breath, I touched the portal and felt as all my atoms were ripped apart and thrown into zero-space* at the speed of light, then barfed out on the other end; namely my destination!
I got thrown out of the portal and was flung across the battlefield, only to hit something hard and fall to the ground. I shook my head and looked up… to see an armored giant staring at me, just my luck!
*The negative space through which teleports travel, utilizing the hypothetical worm-hole theory!
(Maximilian Von Klaud, 2000 years ago) Yes, Von Klaud, his name is Von Klaud, don’t ask me why!
I walked slowly, while some people prefer to walk quickly towards an important target; I prefer the opposite, it… allows me time to formulate my plans for it. In this situation, the target was a small settlement; one of those places that nobody bothers to pay attention to, oblivious of what secrets it can hold. Such people are fools, it is… sad that I was once among them, but time changes everything; including me. I reached into my pack and grabbed a water bottle, the day was hot and the last thing I desired was death from dehydration; not now, not when I was so close! I drank heavily from the bottle; the lukewarm water slid down my parched throat and moistened it. Its long lifespan had given it a rotten taste, but soon… soon I would be able to drink on something much… more… refreshing.
I then looked at the map in my right hand; its once expensive paper had become cracked and faded, the colors used to make it had all but degraded into a dull brown shade. It showed a rather good scale of the outlying area; if I was to understand it correctly, then I still had a few miles to walk until my destination. I grinned behind my dusty mask; soon I would reach the town… and my destiny!
(MrSebi, Present)
I fell off my chair as I was awoken by a loud bang, seriously? Was it possible to fall asleep in the middle of a battle WITHOUT being woken up every ten minutes? I jumped back up to my feet and grabbed my hat, I was tired, cranky, and feeling violent; what better way to take out my anger than to bash in some skulls? I left my room and saw a large shadow walking through the hallway, in my experience large shadows were bad, so I decided to head the other way. I decided instead to just teleport instead, drawing my pencil; I focused my power through it and swiped it through the air; feeling content as it left a large glowing line in the air. I stood back as the line began to pulse and stretch out followed by a burst of energy erupting from it and incinerating the air it touched. Good thing I stood back or it would probably have taken out a chunk of my stomach, not something I wanted to experience… again. Taking a deep breath, I touched the portal and felt as all my atoms were ripped apart and thrown into zero-space* at the speed of light, then barfed out on the other end; namely my destination!
I got thrown out of the portal and was flung across the battlefield, only to hit something hard and fall to the ground. I shook my head and looked up… to see an armored giant staring at me, just my luck!
*The negative space through which teleports travel, utilizing the hypothetical worm-hole theory!
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Re: Grey.
by Weena on Thu Mar 25, 2010 1:06 pm
As soon as Risa had audibly asked herself what Juli might be dreaming about, the heaviness in Weena’s heart instantly lifted. She’d be okay. It’s not like she was in any real danger or even cared about death, he reminded himself. I mean, she refers to it seemingly casually, anyway. Satisfied, and nodding his consent to Risa, he began to walk briskly away, remembering the task ahead.
He emerged out onto the battlefield a few seconds later, the rain pouring on his charmed hood once more, sliding harmlessly off. Unsheathing his sword with a satisfying zing, he ran once more into the battle-rent forest, his shoes splashing in the puddles. He built up speed, running through at almost a superhuman pace, his footsteps thudding about five times a second. Once he reached a satisfying speed, he leapt into the air, blasting mana from his feet like hoverboots once more. The moment he did, though, he knew something was wrong, and a second later he fell to the earth with a loud splash, rolling over a few times before coming to a halt.
Laying there for a few seconds, he let his energy come back before pushing himself to his feet, purging the muddy water from his clothes with a small burst of mana. He wandered over to where his sword lay; half buried in a pile of leaves and mud, before picking it up, instantly purging the mud and dirt from it.
With his head still steadying itself and the rain thudding against the paper-thin magical protection of his hood, the shocking realization of why he didn’t take off hit him. Slowly turning around, what Weena saw hit him like a mouse trap successfully snapping down on the mouse.
Where his short “flight” path was, there was a tilted uneven long cylinder of ice rose from the ground, as though his blue mana flames solidified in the air. Sheathing his sword, he cautiously walked up to it, the realization of what had just happened beginning to dawn on him. Extending his left arm, he slowly moved to his hand towards it, and after several seconds of hesitation, he finally touched it. Quite expectedly, it was indeed solid ice, and undoubtedly very cold.
But as his hand made contact with the ice, it suddenly flashed bright blue, the flash originating from the spot where he touched it. It shone with a brilliant white light for a few seconds, before dissipating with a loud bang. Finally unshielding his eyes, what Weena saw was something he’d recount many times in future times, with a large portion of listeners unbelieving of it.
Where the oversized icicle had been a moment ago were seven balls, each with its own light trail and its own texture circling an invisible sphere in its own path. Staring closely, he realized with a gasp what each ball was. The first was bright yellow, crackling in the air with jagged edges. Energy. The second was a ball of clay, spinning seeming with its own air of strength. Earth. The third was malleable and blue, swirling with it's own grace. Water. The fourth seemed to be a manifestation of the wind itself, spinning around in a small ball of intense speed. Air. The fifth made the word black look like pink, a bulging malleable ball of compressed shadows. Darkness. The sixth was the polar opposite of it, so bright that someone would be lucky to know that it was too small to cause any real damage to the eyesight. Light. The seventh and final ball was the largest of all, a pulsing blue ball which Weena knew to be physical mana. How it hadn’t destabilized that part of the universe, he’d probably never know.
The moment he figured out what each ball was, they all stopped their circling motion and came together, the vertices of some strange hexagon, with the ball of physical mana in the centre. They all collided with a flash, and in a second portal outlined by blue had opened up in front of him. Faint blurred lines of all colours swirled around it, rippling through the air.
Weena stared at it in awe for a second, before swallowing and stepping through.
Weena stepped out of the portal, into a chamber that was very familiar to him. It was the ancient deserted temple which had brought him back to life.
“God almighty,” he breathed to himself.
The room was the same as it was last time, except in the exact centre was what seemed to be a stone altar, with a tablet lying atop it. Running up to it, the strange symbols suddenly swirled confusingly, reincarnating themselves in English.
The Appropriately Titled Fail Prophecy
A mortal battle between father and son
One fights for all, the other fights for on- HEY! Argnei! You call yourself a seer?! This prophecy has NOTHING to do with him! …you found the right one? Great. Well thanks a lot, you ruined a perfectly good tablet and now what seems perfectly mysterious has just been RUINED by your INCOMPETENCE!! Now, as I was saying.
The final descendant of a civilization of old
Must find what he was truly born for
Facing struggles aplenty
Making many a friend and many an enemy
As his destiny nears
There were many seers
Who had many fears
About how many beers
And how big a queers
That all of the deers
With so many ears – STOP GOING OFF COURSE FROM IT YOU BLUMBERING WANNABE OF A SEER, YOU CALL YOURSELF ONE YOU LITTLE –
Err, FINE, I heard you! Blah, blah, economy crap, as if you get a low pay! You know what? If you don’t spit out this prophecy correctly from now on, I am going to strangle you, then fire you, then incinerate you, then throw you out of the window, and you know how big the fall is, right? Good. Now, carry on, and for god sake, stop your whimpering! I can’t believe I was made to become a scribe for a month as a punishment for failing to control my anger. Gosh. Now, as I said, CARRY ON!
As his destiny nears
All the seers
Had their fears
That choices must be made
Between good and bad
Determining the fate of the world
But the first challenge of all
Shall come immediately
A decision must be made
He will choose whether or not to harness power
Though it will come with a curse
A conflict shall arise
Between both sides
His true nature shall shine
And only with the strongest will
Can it be repelled
Great? Are we done? Gawd, this prophecy stuff sounds completely like mumbo jumbo crap, too spiritual and weird for my liking. WHAT?! I DO NOT HAVE ISSUES! Oh wait, it just hit me why I wrote down everything I said to you. Ok, that’s it, I quit.
By the time he’d finished reading the “fail prophecy”, Weena had long since facepalmmed. The stupidity of the angry scribe and the idiotic seer had completely prevented him from realizing the true seriousness of its meaning, he stepped away from the altar, and with a quick grinding noise, it fell through the ground, a panel sliding over the hole.
A second later, another altar rose from the ground, though much slowly. It created tension in the air, though the fail prophecy was still affecting Weena and he didn’t notice. It was made of sandstone, and it was a hexagonal prism in shape, widening at the top. It creaked into place, and a second later, a circular hole appeared on it, widening until its radius was about 5 centimetres less than the altar’s. A blue vertical light shone from it, and out of the hole rose a robotic glove, spanning from the elbow to over the hand. It rotated slowly, levitating 10 centimetres above the hole in eerie silence. It had fancy gizmos all over it, a compartment, a weird wire, and even a digital clock readout. It was perfectly coloured white, gold, and blue, matching his suit and style perfectly.
Weena began to reach out towards the glove, feeling its power. An electric feeling whizzed up his right arm, and the words of the prophecy flashed through his mind. He hesitated. Don’t ponder too long! He reminded himself. TR needs help! And with that, he knew what to do, and slipped the glove over his arm, the light of its immense power engulfing him.
He emerged out onto the battlefield a few seconds later, the rain pouring on his charmed hood once more, sliding harmlessly off. Unsheathing his sword with a satisfying zing, he ran once more into the battle-rent forest, his shoes splashing in the puddles. He built up speed, running through at almost a superhuman pace, his footsteps thudding about five times a second. Once he reached a satisfying speed, he leapt into the air, blasting mana from his feet like hoverboots once more. The moment he did, though, he knew something was wrong, and a second later he fell to the earth with a loud splash, rolling over a few times before coming to a halt.
Laying there for a few seconds, he let his energy come back before pushing himself to his feet, purging the muddy water from his clothes with a small burst of mana. He wandered over to where his sword lay; half buried in a pile of leaves and mud, before picking it up, instantly purging the mud and dirt from it.
With his head still steadying itself and the rain thudding against the paper-thin magical protection of his hood, the shocking realization of why he didn’t take off hit him. Slowly turning around, what Weena saw hit him like a mouse trap successfully snapping down on the mouse.
Where his short “flight” path was, there was a tilted uneven long cylinder of ice rose from the ground, as though his blue mana flames solidified in the air. Sheathing his sword, he cautiously walked up to it, the realization of what had just happened beginning to dawn on him. Extending his left arm, he slowly moved to his hand towards it, and after several seconds of hesitation, he finally touched it. Quite expectedly, it was indeed solid ice, and undoubtedly very cold.
But as his hand made contact with the ice, it suddenly flashed bright blue, the flash originating from the spot where he touched it. It shone with a brilliant white light for a few seconds, before dissipating with a loud bang. Finally unshielding his eyes, what Weena saw was something he’d recount many times in future times, with a large portion of listeners unbelieving of it.
Where the oversized icicle had been a moment ago were seven balls, each with its own light trail and its own texture circling an invisible sphere in its own path. Staring closely, he realized with a gasp what each ball was. The first was bright yellow, crackling in the air with jagged edges. Energy. The second was a ball of clay, spinning seeming with its own air of strength. Earth. The third was malleable and blue, swirling with it's own grace. Water. The fourth seemed to be a manifestation of the wind itself, spinning around in a small ball of intense speed. Air. The fifth made the word black look like pink, a bulging malleable ball of compressed shadows. Darkness. The sixth was the polar opposite of it, so bright that someone would be lucky to know that it was too small to cause any real damage to the eyesight. Light. The seventh and final ball was the largest of all, a pulsing blue ball which Weena knew to be physical mana. How it hadn’t destabilized that part of the universe, he’d probably never know.
The moment he figured out what each ball was, they all stopped their circling motion and came together, the vertices of some strange hexagon, with the ball of physical mana in the centre. They all collided with a flash, and in a second portal outlined by blue had opened up in front of him. Faint blurred lines of all colours swirled around it, rippling through the air.
Weena stared at it in awe for a second, before swallowing and stepping through.
***
Weena stepped out of the portal, into a chamber that was very familiar to him. It was the ancient deserted temple which had brought him back to life.
“God almighty,” he breathed to himself.
The room was the same as it was last time, except in the exact centre was what seemed to be a stone altar, with a tablet lying atop it. Running up to it, the strange symbols suddenly swirled confusingly, reincarnating themselves in English.
The Appropriately Titled Fail Prophecy
A mortal battle between father and son
One fights for all, the other fights for on- HEY! Argnei! You call yourself a seer?! This prophecy has NOTHING to do with him! …you found the right one? Great. Well thanks a lot, you ruined a perfectly good tablet and now what seems perfectly mysterious has just been RUINED by your INCOMPETENCE!! Now, as I was saying.
The final descendant of a civilization of old
Must find what he was truly born for
Facing struggles aplenty
Making many a friend and many an enemy
As his destiny nears
There were many seers
Who had many fears
About how many beers
And how big a queers
That all of the deers
With so many ears – STOP GOING OFF COURSE FROM IT YOU BLUMBERING WANNABE OF A SEER, YOU CALL YOURSELF ONE YOU LITTLE –
Err, FINE, I heard you! Blah, blah, economy crap, as if you get a low pay! You know what? If you don’t spit out this prophecy correctly from now on, I am going to strangle you, then fire you, then incinerate you, then throw you out of the window, and you know how big the fall is, right? Good. Now, carry on, and for god sake, stop your whimpering! I can’t believe I was made to become a scribe for a month as a punishment for failing to control my anger. Gosh. Now, as I said, CARRY ON!
As his destiny nears
All the seers
Had their fears
That choices must be made
Between good and bad
Determining the fate of the world
But the first challenge of all
Shall come immediately
A decision must be made
He will choose whether or not to harness power
Though it will come with a curse
A conflict shall arise
Between both sides
His true nature shall shine
And only with the strongest will
Can it be repelled
Great? Are we done? Gawd, this prophecy stuff sounds completely like mumbo jumbo crap, too spiritual and weird for my liking. WHAT?! I DO NOT HAVE ISSUES! Oh wait, it just hit me why I wrote down everything I said to you. Ok, that’s it, I quit.
By the time he’d finished reading the “fail prophecy”, Weena had long since facepalmmed. The stupidity of the angry scribe and the idiotic seer had completely prevented him from realizing the true seriousness of its meaning, he stepped away from the altar, and with a quick grinding noise, it fell through the ground, a panel sliding over the hole.
A second later, another altar rose from the ground, though much slowly. It created tension in the air, though the fail prophecy was still affecting Weena and he didn’t notice. It was made of sandstone, and it was a hexagonal prism in shape, widening at the top. It creaked into place, and a second later, a circular hole appeared on it, widening until its radius was about 5 centimetres less than the altar’s. A blue vertical light shone from it, and out of the hole rose a robotic glove, spanning from the elbow to over the hand. It rotated slowly, levitating 10 centimetres above the hole in eerie silence. It had fancy gizmos all over it, a compartment, a weird wire, and even a digital clock readout. It was perfectly coloured white, gold, and blue, matching his suit and style perfectly.
Weena began to reach out towards the glove, feeling its power. An electric feeling whizzed up his right arm, and the words of the prophecy flashed through his mind. He hesitated. Don’t ponder too long! He reminded himself. TR needs help! And with that, he knew what to do, and slipped the glove over his arm, the light of its immense power engulfing him.
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