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| Mercinus3 | Mar 22 2009, 04:57 PM Post #151 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Lord Sacremento watched as the lich looked up at the lord, the greed clearly visible. When Gerald’s weapon had returned to its normal form, the lich looked up at the Lord, and started to quiz him. "And what do you want in return, now that I am in your debt? I am not of the Ancient's loyal subjects, nor yours, for that matter. Why would you give me Merrano Derrevato when the Dark Ancient seeks the Forsaken Weapons?" Sacremento chuckled at the questions, closing his eyes for a few seconds. Once he was done, he opened his eyes again, and looked at him dead in the eyes. The next thing that he was going to say was something that the Dark Ancient had told the lord to tell him. Word for word. ”I do not want anything in return, dear Gerald. I think that the return of your family is a good thing for you to have back, and Merrano Derrevato being one of the keys to reviving them. However, the power of one Forsaken Weapon would not be enough for you to bring them back. To accomplish that, you will need all sixteen of the Weapons of Callelotte to do it. What I really ask of you to do is collect any of the Forsaken Weapons that you come across, leaving her claymore for last, and hand them to me personally. Once the Dark Ancient has all of them, not only will he have revived them, but he will leave you a place to live in true power in his new world. Now… if you are to complete this task, I suggest you call off your undead, and leave this place. The members of the group would be worrying about their injured leader than you.” Without thinking, Sacremento had cast a spell on Saninan, removing the curse that Valhurth had placed on him. ”I believe that your task is done, Saninan. You have done the Dark Ancient and myself proud. Use the communication orb to teleport back to where our base of operations is. I have another task for you to do.” Once he was done, he created a magical portal, and disappeared through it. ------------------------------- About 10 minutes later after crashing through the tree, Mercinus could feel the cold. He tried everything to get his eyes open, but an unknown force was keeping them shut. The first thing that he wanted to do was to cry out, seeing if there was anyone about to help him. He thought that there was no reply for anyone to hear. Am I… dead? he thought, thinking that this was the reason why no one could be heard. Then, another few minutes went by; he felt the cold magic that had belonged to Sindra. This had put his mind to rest, knowing that he was still alive, but instead, made him worry even more. Was he blind? Was he deaf? Did he have a mixture of both? Before long, he felt a weight being added to his chest, with his lover resting on him. As if something came to him from Sindra, his eyes flickered open, and he started to hear the fight that was nearby. He could feel his strength returning to his body, but the pain also came with it. With a huge amount of struggle, the mercenary raised an arm, and gently placed it on her head. Struggling with the amount of light, he looked around, and saw the ice wall that had encircled the two. Knowing that it came from the Galactean, Mercinus used his other arm to place his back on the bark of the tree. Able to see what was in front of him, he looked down to Sindra, and smiled. “Hello Sindra.” His voice was rasping, though the strength in it was coming back quickly. Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 23 2009, 06:01 AM.
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 23 2009, 08:18 AM Post #152 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Semanaia heaved a heavy sigh, before pounding her fist on the boulder she was sitting on. She was bored, which irritated her. Being bored meant you were doing nothing when there were things to do. But right now, what could she do? "This place sucks..." She growled darkly, her fist hitting the boulder again. But this time, it felt different. She looked down at her hand, which was resting inside of a good size hole in the stone, a perfect fit actually. She looked down at it, a confused, surprised look on her face. She didn't know she could put holes into stone... Her head felt like it was splitting in two. The tall female cluched her head, growling. It was like she was suddenly hit with something, that wasn't there. The pain felt like it was coursing though her whole body, she didn't understand it, how did it happen? Why was it happening? The pain brought her to her knees, still growling under its intensity. Semanaia was in darkness. Huh? She blinked, her eyes ajusting to the light and shadows. It was clear. Too clear. Sitting up and looking around, Semanaia noted that she was seeing things too clearly, as if she was looking though someone else's eyes. No, no one's, just hers. "What the...?" The details were extreme, almost perfect. Semanaia stood up slowly, but something was dragging her back down. When she tried to look, her jaw dropped. "Oh no..." Wings. She had wings? No, it couldn't be...Was her race finally showing though now? "It's about time!" She snapped, though she was chuckling at the same time. Somehow...it seemed to her....everything was just going to get more interesting.... |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 23 2009, 03:16 PM Post #153 |
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With another suspicious glare at Sacremento, Gerald decided that although the Lord's words were dire compared to what Gerald had hoped for, they still promised him the possibility of bringing back his family. Of course Sacremento had a plan, he and the Dark Ancient always had plans, and they tended to involve people who were more or less willing to execute those plans. And in this case, Lord Sacremento's plan apparently was to grant Gerald Merrano Derrevato, partly to give him the means to obtain the other fifteen Forsaken Weapons, as he said, but no doubt also just to give him a taste of the power more of the Weapons would give him. The only problem was that Gerald, unlike the goons Lord Sacremento dealt with usually, was not a puppet. Gerald was the puppeteer. "Whatever, these people have nothing else that I desire anyways," he shrugged, and waving his free hand carelessly, he instantly nulled all the necromantic energy he had released earlier, and every undead in the area collapsed where it stood, void of any life at all. Starting to walk away, Gerald stopped in the middle of a step and turned around, summoning a little mana and molding it with necromancy, and with a simple spell, he reanimated the corpse of a single squirrel. Kneeling, Gerald let the little undead creature climb his shoulder so he could take it with him, before he stood up and started walking again. "Jey, Arech," he called out, "We have nothing else to do here. But maybe," Gerald added with a chuckle, "we'll meet these people later on. They do have two additional Forsaken Weapons, after all, which I will need to claim at some point. For now, however, I think it would serve us better to quit while we're ahead." |
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| Teslyn | Mar 23 2009, 06:10 PM Post #154 |
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a fleeting presence
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Jey hadn't really done anything while clashes of weapons, shouts, yells, and all sorts of annoyingly loud things happened, the noise receding to a dull buzz in her ears as she sat there and poked the shinyprettyglowy until it got to GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld's hands. When she didn't have a shinyprettyglowy to sit and watch over anymore, she stuck Galangdei into the grass point-first to gleam and sparkle and throw off a distorted reflection and gleam and sparkle and then she laid there and poked her Galangdei instead. She poked her Galangdei and the jarring cacophony that was the battle receded in her ears as a dull buzz that did nothing but buzbuzbuzbuzzzbuzzzzzzbuzzzzzbuzz! Jumping to her feet when GeraldRIver-whowantedtheworld called her name, Jey yanked Galangdei out of the ground. It whistled a tune as it sliced through the air, guided by her hand until Galangdei dragged dragged trailed behind her as Galangdei trailed in the dust trailing trailing trailing in the dust and she skirted the battlers and - whenhowwhyohdidn'tcare Merc-mercsomething was down and ohh so pretty but she, for once, didn't feel like painting so instead she kept skiprunningstriding along until she reached GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld and drew up sharply and gave him a salute that was notnot mocking. "GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld[/i}!" Edited by Teslyn, Mar 23 2009, 07:48 PM.
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| Oracle | Mar 24 2009, 12:11 PM Post #155 |
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The ice surrounding Brodin was rapidly giving way to the sunlight. His thoughts were returning, and again he was stunned to be in no pain. With mighty effort he managed to crack the now thinning shell surrounding his form. He had heard all that was being said by this Lord Sacremento. All he wanted back was Harrugyo, his best chance to retrieve it was by following the source of mana that had sparked him to life. He felt when Gerald had withdrawn his power. Through a haze he saw as all the other dead things fell to the ground. Though he now lacked whatever it was that had gone back to Gerald, Brodin was still standing. Why was that, he wondered? Forcing his arms down he managed to break through the ice. The simple effort had weakened him. He felt sluggish as if his body and brain were slowly winding down. He couldn't think. He couldn't sense Sindra or his rightful sword. After looking around the area he couldn't see her, or her protector Mercinus Greyback either. He really didn't want to fight the mercenary, but if Mercinus tried to keep Brodin from taking back what was rightfully his, there would be a confrontation. For now, he set off after Gerald, sheathing his blade as he walked, voice rasping across the glade, "Hey, wait for me!" In a few strides he had caught up to the group. It felt better being close to Gerald. The magic was stronger here. He looked down at the girl dragging the sword. Maybe she would be willing to help him get his sword back too. He looked at the winged creature, but couldn't figure out what it was. Not sure what to say to the group, he settled for, "I'm Brodin. I want my sword back." ~ ~ ~ Sindra stirred at the sound of Mercinus' voice, but was still for the moment too weak to sit up. "You are are right, my love? I wasn't sure the healing would work. We have lost Merrano Derrevato. Lord Sacremento gave it to Gerald, along with the weapon I had managed to secure." She tried again to raise herself up, but could not. "It may take a few more minutes before I can move Mercinus. I am sorry." |
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| Wyrmling | Mar 24 2009, 01:47 PM Post #156 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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Circling uncertainly over the clearing, Alyre realized that the lich and his allies were now leaving the battlefield, taking the battlewand with them, but leaving her allies and herself alive. At least, hopefully they were alive. She had seen Sindra break free of her prison and rush to Mercinus' side, but Alyre had fixed her eyes on the enemy afterward, making sure that they were going for good. And she couldn't help but notice that while the lich, whose name was Gerald, apparently, had withdrawn his power from all of the undead in the area, Brodin had remained standing. He had staggered over to the lich and gone with him, apparently still retaining some minor magic of his own that kept him alive. He seemed intelligent, anyway, and had spoken to the lich as if it hadn't kept him alive on purpose. Deciding to try and unravel the mystery later, she wheeled and went to look for Mercinus and Sindra. But when she flew over to the telling ice shield, there was no one behind it. Confused, she began flying in ever wider circles, trying to locate the group that had so mysteriously disappeared. But she hadn't gone far when a large glowing ball, about the size of a softball, appeared in front of her, right in the path of her flight. She swerved to avoid it but clipped it with her wing. Or it looked like it did, but Alyre didn't feel anything. Circling back to look, she did a low swoop, grabbing for the ball with her talons. Again she felt nothing. Flapping forward to get a closer look at the glow, she was faintly surprised when it started to move. It zipped forward, stopping when she didn't follow. The ball zoomed back and jiggled enticingly in front of her before floating off back the way she came. Against her better judgment Alyre followed the ball, stopping short and landing in a nearby tree when it disappeared. Then the light appeared again, and winked in and out of view until she could see that it was not turning on and off, but appeared to be passing through an invisible barrier. When it passed a certain point in the sky it would vanish completely. Right behind the ice shield, over the place where she had last seen Mercinus! Clicking her beak in understanding, the elf with the body of a bird loosened her grip on the branch and dropped forward, flapping steadily towards the place she had seen the light sphere last. Somehow, one of her allies must have conjured a cloak of invisibility to hide them from prying eyes. It didn't sound like anything she knew they could do, but the thought of another person being under the invisible globe didn't occur to her until she was already inside. --- Rhindani watched with amusement as the bird/elf balked visibly as she flew inside. It was clear she hadn't been expecting the small copper wyrm, and Rhindani preened a little with importance. The bird fluttered around a little before settling down on the ground on the other side of Mercinus and Sindra. "Are you okay?" the bird asked them. Rhindani wondered curiously if the ability to speak was a byproduct of being a shape-shifted creature. She had never seen a bird talk before. The animal seemed to accept her companions' states, as they were both conscious, and if not looking exactly, they didn't have any obvious wounds. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the shape-changed bird asked. Rhindani rose up on her haunches and cocked her head, posing for the benefit of everyone in the vicinity. "My name is Rhindani, and I am a traveling adventurer! It was I who created this illusion to hide your friends from the encroaching undead horde! Have no fear, for I am a benevolent wyrm, and I am sympathetic to your cause." Tilting her head towards the three other people in the shield, Rhindani blinked her intelligent green eyes at them and went back down on all fours. She would wait until the shorter-lived mortals had mastered their astonishment before adding any further information. Edited by Wyrmling, Mar 24 2009, 01:53 PM.
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 25 2009, 03:56 PM Post #157 |
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You are are right, my love? I wasn't sure the healing would work. We have lost Merrano Derrevato. Lord Sacremento gave it to Gerald, along with the weapon I had managed to secure. It may take a few more minutes before I can move Mercinus. I am sorry." Mercinus cursed when he heard the news that Merrano Derrevato had been taken. Despite the small loss, he knew that the group had survived this ordeal. If they were in that fight 5 minutes longer, and there would be losses on his side. Wincing with the pain from the collision, he placed his arm around Sindra, and kissed her on the head. “It’s ok, my love. We all need a few minutes before we could move again.” There was truth with his words. As much as he would want to get up, his body felt as though he was hit by a full swing of a Tarren’s tail, leaving him unable to get up. Although this was painful to him, he was glad that he wasn’t anywhere that he didn’t want to be, like the Tarren’s stomach. He breathed in, feeling the slight sting from the accident. Before he could close his eyes for a quick nap with the Galactean, another voice had boomed into the small ice shield. "My name is Rhindani, and I am a traveling adventurer! It was I who created this illusion to hide your friends from the encroaching undead horde! Have no fear, for I am a benevolent wyrm, and I am sympathetic to your cause." Mercinus moved his head towards the opening of the ice wall, and saw the same copper dragon again. He was mildly surprised that she could speak, but that surprise soon vanished as he remembered singing in the sky. The pose that the dragon was in surprised him more, since he had never seen a four-legged being stand and pose in front of him. Smiling weakly at the dragon, he showed the same kindness to her, except with a hint of the pain that he is feeling. “Greetings, Rhindani. I am Mercinus Greyback, mercenary of the Beacon of Hope. Thank you for protecting us from the vile undead. Any moment sooner, and we might have been killed.” The mercenary dragged his claymore over to him, seeing that it was the only thing that had remained with him from the conflict with the undead. |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 25 2009, 04:59 PM Post #158 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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So, the random guy who appeared stole a weapon, gave it to the lich, and disapeared. Then, the lich left too. Huh. "This is too confusing..." Luman rubbed his temples with two fingers, eyes closed, shaking his head slowly. He heaved a heavy sigh, looking at the others with a curious look. Well, this party seemed to get a lot of attention in short periods of time. He doubted that he'd be able to follow them for a bit, not since that elf lady snassed at him already. "Guess we'll be leaving then, huh Kura?" Luman asked the stone, now in his hand. The stone glowed slightly, but it didn't give a direct answer. "Thought so..." He said softly, tucking the stone away again, before brushing the leaves from his fall some time ago off of him. Well, if he was going to leave...he might as well do it quietly, so no one would notice him going... That was his plan anyway, though he didn't know if they still thought him as a spy, or what. After all, he was watching them argue from the group before, then he kept the elf from hitting the lich in the second fight. He sighed. "What a mess..." |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 26 2009, 09:45 AM Post #159 |
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It was with a deep sigh, Gerald watched as Jey/Meryc approached him and made a salute that seemed completely unnecessary and ridiculous to Gerald, and he silently wondered why he even called for her to follow him. He had a Forsaken Weapon now, and personally, Gerald had some suspiciouns about Lord Sacremeto lying to make Gerald do his work for him and collect the remaining fifeen Weapons, or whatever number of them the Dark Ancient was missing, anyways. He had no actual need to drag her around, since he would not need Galangdei if Merrano Derrevato proved to be sufficient to fulfill his ambition of reviving his family, nor any other Forsaken Weapon, for that matter. And besides, Jey had him on the brink of insanity with her crazy, pointless talking about nothing and repeating things. He would be better off without her. But then again, just in case Merrano Derrevato was not enough... better to be safe than sorry. A few moments later, Gerald heard footsteps behind him again and figured that it was Arech, but the sound of the voice that had shouted just before the footsteps, requesting that Gerald waited for him, did not sound like the shapeshifter. Actually, it sounded rasping and unnatural, somehow... and also, Arech would never have spoken such a sentence. He would have said 'Wait' at most, if he even said anything. Turning around, Gerald actually jumped into the air in surprise to see that he was being approached by an undead! After he had just withdrawn his spell! That was impossible, it was not supposed to be alive - it should not be alive - it could not be alive without any necromantic energy within it! Even greater was Gerald's astonishment when the undead spoke to him with its rasping voice, stating that it wanted something, expressing a sense of a free will, purpose and higher intelligence that undead were not supposed to possess... well, not counting liches. But not only that - the creatuer introduced itself with a name! It retained some kind of sense of identity! This was absolutely incredible! This single undead creature was something that Gerald had been trying to accomplish for four hundred years, this was definitely a giant leap towards his goal of bringing back the dead!... and he had no idea how he did it. He would need to dissect and examine the creature later, to trace the flow of mana that it apparently generated on its own in order for it to remain animated even without Gerald's energy. But not yet. Gerald was almost too confused to even make sense of his own thoughts - he had a thousand questions he needed to ask this miracle, this greatest accomplishment in the history of necromancy, like how he felt, if he thought he remained the same person he had been before he died, if he retained his memories... Of course, he had to start somewhere, and remembering that this was the mourning woman's brother and a former companion from the group he had just 'stolen' Merrano Derrevato from, if one could call having Lord Sacremento hand him it stealing, Gerald thought out the question that annoyed him the most at the moment, and which could also answer many details about what kind of a being he was. "Well, greetings Brodin, and welcome back from beyond the grave," Gerald said while he hungrily observed this marvelous creation, "Please excuse me, but may I ask, if you remember... do you know who, more exactly, Mercinus Greyback is?" |
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| Shienvien | Mar 26 2009, 12:34 PM Post #160 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"Thank you Arechiarnaw." The faint sound reached his ears. Odd. So few had said that. Because it changed nothing. A favour was only e when he wanted to. No matter why. He always just did. If it came with helping someone than so be it. "Jey, Arech, We have nothing else to do here. But maybe, we'll meet these people later on. They do have two additional Forsaken Weapons, after all, which I will need to claim at some point. For now, however, I think it would serve us better to quit while we're ahead." Why should he care? About orders? He never did. So he stood. Questions. Unanswered. Questions he didn't even know. Remember. Arech watched the re-risen. Crowned lich could do it. More than he suspected. Or he and the elf. She failed. Lich could not. But two combined... More than alone. Could do that. Because it had happened. More questions. Only more. None answered. his wings lifted higher and moments later he was in air, leaving only a few flying leaves, lifted into air by the wind his wings created, and a cloud of floating dust. He followed. Questions. Answers. Questions had be answered. He had time. So, all Sixteen. Why? He had seen rising before. Maybe time? Maybe time so long? Didn't let to use so few? Unlikely. There was now. No before. A something didn't change. Not in time. It remained the same. Bodies fell apart. Not a something. Body is easy to form. Or to take over... Not hard. His was never born. But details forgotten. No past. But was before. He couldn't remember. Recall what happened. Only almost. Sometimes. Rarely. And it didn't matter. No more. He caught up. "I'm Brodin. I want my sword back." Sword? Why? So not remember. Like him. But he was not. Never someone to rise him. But himself. Could himself? He only had himself. Had always had. And will. Will to do. And he did. I too was once something else. I just can't remember what I was. Before. Yes. But only now was. Only the moment now. No before. For him. His kind. "Well, greetings Brodin, and welcome back from beyond the grave, please excuse me, but may I ask, if you remember... do you know who, more exactly, Mercinus Greyback is?" Arech thought for a second before he let himself drop to ground. "No personality. No body. No self-conciousness. No feelings. That A Something. Memories stay. Sometimes can't remember. But are there. Thoughts stay. Too. But aimless. No will. That death. Being dead. He remembers. No time to lose. What happened. Before. Always can get back. Something needed. Sometimes. For that. Don't know what.Not exactly. To repeat?" The pattern on his feathers seemed to move, and some of the scales got the same orange-golden-red pattern. |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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