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| The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story | |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 8 2009, 06:03 AM Post #81 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Luman watched the two groups attack eachother, and doing quite a bit to the opposing members. His dark eyes watched it all, from begining to the end of where the one who looked like the one from the other group got a man square in the back, before the group disapeared into what the dark elf suspected as some sort of teleportation of some kind. Luman, realizing he hadn't breathed during the fight, let out a silent sigh of relief. No one spotted him...yet... He watched the one, who looked like the leader of the group, run towards the fallen friend, who was pretty much on death's door. The dark elf watched with a puzzled look. "Must be things around here are much more friendlier than back home..." He whispered quietly to himself. Deciding that it would be best to leave, he quietly turned and crept towards the trunk of the tree, before going around it to the opposite side. He was going to jump to the next tree, but the limb under him broke, and he slid right down. His foot caught on a branch, and he jolted to a hault, his nose touching the ground. Kura slipped from his pocket and with a silent thud, landed in the leaves. "You know, this is actually not that bad." He said quietly to the stone, which was glowing bright red-orange. Muttering in his native tounge, he pulled himself up and tried to move his foot to get unstuck. Instead, that branch also broke, and he landed with a thud on his shoulders, before his feet hit the ground, and he was facing skyward. "Ow..." |
Something tells me that someone's playing with my head again... DoomStick.... <3 | |
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| Dark Lorienne | Mar 8 2009, 06:36 AM Post #82 |
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Saninan continued slicing his opponents with his daggers which flashed as blurry, deep red lines in the air, until the 'enemy' decided to retreat with some kind of teleportation device. Saninan wondered if he should jump in it in the few last seconds, but due to the distance he judged that it'd be committing suicide - this wasn't how he planned telling Mercinus. And most of his previous opponents didn't know that he was one of them, so randomly popping up behing them might go wrong; they could, no; should or would mistake him as a member of the mercenary group. He was a Delituro and he could defend himself, but he wouldn't be the first skilled warrior to die after stepping out of a teleportation device. Risking it was foolish, and the Delituro was smart and sly as always. He turned to Mercinus when he heard his name, and marched to Brodin who looked to be on the verge of leaving this world. Saninan acted automatically; he bowed down and he looked like if he had simply poked the warrior's forehead. But he didn't - the young man with the yellow eyes was using his Delituro magic by pumping emotions over in his head. He was trying to calm Brodin down and ease his pain, "I can't heal him by doing this, but it helps. Sindra...?" He stood up and walked away to let the others take his place - he wasn't of any use in the actual healing process other than preventing Brodin from screaming in agony. Well, if he had enough power left to scream in agony to begin with. So Saninan had time to look around. Menza was absent, and this pleased him a lot. He could run for it now... They probably wouldn't even notice it, they were too wounded and tired to do anything. But Saninan's plotting got interrupted by a small thud from nearby. If he wasn't a Delituro, he couldn't have heard it. What was that? Is somebody hiding? Slowly, he walked to the trees where he heard the 'thud' from with one of his still bloody twin daggers in his right hand and looked around. He couldn't see anything suspicious on the first sight - but on the second sight, a man fell out of a tree. Saninan jumped in front of him and shot him a questioning look, "Who are you and what do you want? If you're with them, then I have to disappoint you - you can't stab us from behind." |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 8 2009, 08:18 AM Post #83 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Luman blinked, and looked up at the man who was looming over him with a dagger in his hand still from the battle before. "Who are you and what do you want? If you're with them, then I have to disappoint you - you can't stab us from behind." "Eh?? I'd never do such a silly thing! Well, maybe if you'd turn the times around maybe, but that was past tensed. I don't even know who you people were attacking, or vice versa, I just happen to hear and was curious." He made a rather sad face, before looking at the now red hot Kura. "Oh hush, you calm down Kura." He touched the stone, which then returned to its red color, before he sat up and tucked it into his pocket. "Oh, and my name's Luman, since you'd asked. Nothing interesting, mind, they weren't creative in naming me were they?" Luman huffed a sigh and stood up slowly, rubbing his shoulders. Even though it was a small drop, he landed completely wrong. And it hurt. |
Something tells me that someone's playing with my head again... DoomStick.... <3 | |
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| Shienvien | Mar 8 2009, 02:50 PM Post #84 |
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I want, I can, I do
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Jokes? No jokes. Words. Simply words. Confusion. He was confused. He, Arechiar. But that didn't matter. He was here. Others. More others. Only more others. Foreseer. They were rare. They existed. Like his own kind. His body had finally reshaped the head and turned his hair into long black scales, finally completing the Dustrunner's look what Arech now was. His body wanted to be. The changes wanted him to be. A Dustrunner. Serahhr. Reptilian. A human-like, reptilian. Acid-fanged. Clawed. Quick. Arechiarnaw liked Dustrunners. They were strong and quick. Could do many things. Hard to kill. He was now practically kneeling in order to not be so very much taller than Jey was. Other spoke. The future. The one who saw the future. "Well, well, well... If it isn't another immortal, Gerald River. I had foreseen you following the group, but I had never expect that you were going to have allies with you." "hAllies?" Arech was shaking his lizard-head. "Chonnection." He added, still moving his head slowly from side to side. His voice was deep and saying out words the right way was somewhat difficult, but almost possible. He had had to speak as a snake-serpent a few times, a body which forced him to say a simple 'yes' as 'shyessh', and even worse with other, longer words. Now was not so bad. Even good. In comparison. And Dustrunners had a few other faults. Serahhr they called themselves. Rarely seen. And not here. Far. Far away. Worlds. Many. No Serahhr here. Arech's still golden eyes moved over the seer for a time, locking on him for a second. He didn't consider Gerald an ally. No ally. No seeing. "Saw throughh." He explained. Not in that case. Then no connection. No allies. The woman- yes. The human. Living human. Beside him. She yes. She can be connected. Ally. Crowned lich wasn't. No. He saw through. No words. No seeing. No ally. Arech bended his almost unnaturally long fingers, again as if not even noticing Menza's presence. He didn't count. Arech needed a Foreseer. Yes. But foreseer comes. No asking. Is for who he is. Not Arech's. Someone's else's future. He won't see for Arech. Before he offers. Which he might not do. His choice. Not Arechiarnaw's. Staff no tree. Again staff. Changes gone. Retreated. Gone. Back to what it was. "You have me at disadvantage, seer. You know my name, but I do not know yours." "Fhuture." Arech said, quietly. Yes. Future. They saw it. That made them what they were. They knew. They have seen already. They know what is happening. What is going to happen. They have already seen it. Arechiarnaw was right. Foreseer. Future. The other saw future. Arech was not young. Time didn't count. Time gave knowing. To him. To the changer. To others. To all. "Are you with those people? Or do you have another purpose?" "The group." To Arech it was extremely plain and simple. It didn't need asking. He should know himself. Should know what was said. "He said." He can hear. He should know what he said. The future seeing one said. He heard. He can think. Better than Arech. He thought that. At least. He didn't. When he didn't notice. Notice words. Said words. And made connection. In his head. His was skull but head nevertheless. Or crown. Didn't matter. Arech was alive. Arech was no lich. No crowned lich. Crowned lich was skeleton. Only bones. Bones and thoughts. And the power to change. With will. Arech didn't have magic. The power to change. He had changes. Changes were more. To him. Changes were his. They made him the shifter. The changer. They were Arech. Arech was them. And wasn't at the same time. "Hum-an-noid liz-ard meh-en," That was him. Humanoid lizard. Reptilian. Dustrunner. Serahhr. They were reptiles. Looked a little like humans. Only larger. Reptilian. Lizard-like. Lizards. Dustrunners. That Arech was. Now he was. Changes had stopped for now. Day, hour. They will start again. in time. Not just right now. "Allies. Allies. All-lies. All. Lies. - Allies," A word. Split in two. Different meaning. Not be ally. Say to be one. Lie. All lie. True. Sense. But no connection. No actual connection. Coincidence. Irony. No meaning. No chances. No fate. No destiny. Are destination. Purpose. Tasks. Needs. Things to be done. Have to be done. And coincidences. "The ends do not justify the means, GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld. CrazyMeryc says so. The en-ds do not - That proves you're insane because I'd be insane too if I tried to bring back the dead - dead are dead so very dead and 'less they are GeraldRivers-whowanttheworld they are not coming back -- they die after I paint them which is so terribly sad but at the same time they mostly only die after I paint them, and well I'm going to die too one day so one day I can sympathize with death but not now because I am not dead - " The woman spoke. Spoke long. Longer than he usually did. Arech himself did. Arech listened. Arech understood. She could spoke clear. Spoke understandable. She didn't. She repeated. Repeated words. Sentences. Renamed. Different. Did different than other humans. They called her names. Crazy. Mad. Insane. That was different. Meant different. From her own kind. Not other kinds. One's own kind. Ends don't meet ends. Insanity. It is to bring back dead. It is impossible. Unless undead. Lich. Or something else. Paint is to kill. Killing and then death means no return. She is still alive. Doesn't mourn. Not now. That she wanted to say. Meant to say. No agreeing. Arech didn't fully agree. He said nothing. He himself said nothing. Not now. He was quiet. He will say later. On right time. He has time. As much as needed. And more. Time knew no end. There was only moving forward. No now. Only future. What was, no longer is. Is now, but it is only between the two. Therefore, it doesn't exist. Between does not exist. No between. Newer. Many possibilities. But no between. "Don't worry, dear Gerald. Everyone has to know my name, since it had been woven in the books of time. My name is Menza Graeleth. The very one who would have challenged Galreth in battle, and would have given a very good fight for him. I have been assigned to protect the Descendant by the Being of Light himself, so you could say that I am working with them. However, you are not going to gather the Forsaken Weapons from Mercinus and his group, since they are formidable. You can attack me if you want, but your attempts will be in vain. Now tell me... Why are you following Mercinus? I know that you want the Forsaken Weapons that are with them, but I think that there is another reason behind it." Long speaking. Few to say. Books off time? No meaning. Names. Names were to remember. Foreseer taken. No taking the sixteen. No use of attack. Why to follow? Many words, nothing to say. Arech waved his head from side to side again. He didn't approve that. Not like his kind. Unlike it. They were different. Spoke different. Thought different. They were no humans. No foreseers. They were shapeshifters. Shifters. Changers. That they were. Lich attacked. Angered. Quick. Fast. Attacked the woman. The one he thought ally. More ally than the lich. He can't let him kill her. Not just like that. He won't let. He has senses. His purpose. His task. His destination. The woman had too. Even when she didn't know that. No taking it away. Not like that. Not so simple. Not with him here. Purpose has to be fulfilled. His. Hers. The liches. Foreseers. Everyone's. No blind killing. No killing without purpose. Without need. Without thought. Without wanting to. Only with rage. Anger. Hatred. That was not right. Killing on purpose was. Killing without. Wasn't. He'll stop that. For his own destination. In a flash at the edge of the Dustrunners body's physical limits his long-fingered hand was suddenly out and the claws clenched around the staff. The staff had changed again. Into sword. His move was meant to prevent the lich from actually moving the sword to cut the woman's neck. "The dead can be brought back!" The lich had hissed. Angry. That had angered him. Jey's comment on it. The one Arech didn't agree. The lich was right. At some parts. Arech knew. Still, Arechiarnaw, remaining true to his principles, didn't even think of letting the lich to kill the human for a single mistake. Mistakes were mistakes. Nothing more. "I know they can! They have to! I have spent four centuries studying the secrets of necromancy and mana, experimenting with magic at levels that is far beyond the capabilities of other mages! It can be done!" Arech didn't hear the words which only repeated. He bared his teeth. Snarled. He didn't do it as human. Elf. Something alike. For Dustrunner it was normal. Serahhr did it. Sometimes. Therefore nothing wrong with it. "Burn-liquid. Eats metal. Bones. Lone crown. Saltwater." He warned. His words were a few as always, but had a clearly understandable meaning for him. And most probably for others too. The words made sense. Were connected. Even long-speakers should understand. The meaning. The main one. Words were enough. Meaningful enough. "I just need more power! Enormous amounts of power! That is why I need the Forsaken Weapons, and that is why I am following those people, seer! And I will get it, one way or the other - I have all eternity available to get them!" He closed his golden eyes fore second, before explaining. Explaining what he knew. Of waking dead. Of changes. In words. In his own way. Understandable to him. He was no long-speaker. He was Arech. The shifter. His kind only spoke what needed. "Right." His voice was calmer than when he was hissing his warning, but still alert. "Can." He stared at the lich, now being one of the few times he actually looked at the one he was talking to. "Changes give. Changes take. Is power to change. Your mana. Other things. Can. Can be changed. Can be changed back. I know. Have seen. Her mistake. No kill." Arechiarnaw's eyes turned suddenly ruby-red. 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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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| Teslyn | Mar 8 2009, 05:01 PM Post #85 |
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a fleeting presence
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Jey tilted her head towards the sky and watched it bleed red. "Do you really believe," Meryc asked in a deceivingly sweet tone as she shifted Galangdei from her right hand to her left, "That the dead can be brought to life?" Her eyes darted to glance at Arech - who apparently agreed with Gerald that the dead could be brought back to life (what madness were they speaking?) and as her eyes shifted to the right, her left arm swung up, and in a flash, Galangdei was poised to flick the crown off of Gerald's head. He still had the advantage - he could simply kill her and duck, or duck and then kill her, or move his head - but Meryc wasn't about to let herself die (let herself die and leave Jey to prey on the minds of the unaware) without a fight. "It was such an experiment that..." Meryc trailed off, remembering the attempt he'd made when he had his own body, his own magic. Before his soul had been detached and then joined with part of little Jeyne si Eldara... "Let us humor you and pretend that the dead can be brought back to life," Meryc said instead, abruptly changing subjects. "Let us pretend you have brought your family back- but what then? What will they think of you, Gerald River, you who have forsaken flesh and blood for eternal life? What will they think of the things you have done to bring them back? Do they believe the ends justify the means? - tell me, Gerald River. What will they think? Will they despise you, fear you, or mourn the lost of the Gerald River they knew?" Edited by Teslyn, Mar 8 2009, 05:17 PM.
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| Oracle | Mar 8 2009, 05:21 PM Post #86 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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"If I were you, you better choose who you are going to save. You brother... or your lover." Sindra barely noticed the swipe of Alexandria's blade, but the woman's words cut Sindra to the heart. Her eyes looked from MZ to Mercinus, and as her lover dropped his sword she screamed out for Brodin to stop. She was frozen in place as Alexandria retreated through a portal by some means of magic. Her eyes fixated on Brodin as his arm halted it's swing, and her world turned into an agony of horrors. MZ words for her brother reached her ears, "Although you don't want to hurt your sister's feeling by any means necessary, this has lead to your downfall. Farewell... weakling." A moment later his axe had cut into Brodin's spine. As her brother fell to the ground, Sindra ripped off her pack and rummaged till she found the sacred box at the bottom. With one of the two vials in her hand she raced to Brodin's fallen form. Saninan had just finished doing something to him. He had quieted, but by the time she had reach Mercinus and her brother, his soul seemed to have left him. In an act of desperation she upended the vial past his lifeless lips. Perhaps if his spirit had not yet fled his body. She didn't feel the sobs racking her frame, all there was to feel was the devastating cold as she felt the strangest sensation that he had just passed through her. His voice echoed in her mind, Be well Sindra, it is all with you now.. Her body glowed more brilliantly than ever it had before. Then he was gone, no amount of magic potion was going to return him to her. Menza had spoken truly, and for a moment she hated him, hated everyone. She had thought Brodin dead once before, to live through the agony a second time was unbearable. She had caused this. By her mouth the choice had been made to save Mercinus. Unable to make any sense of what had happened her eyes strayed from her lifeless brother to Mercinus, and crumbled when she saw his wounds. Gently she eased Brodin from Mercinus' hold, closing her brothers lifeless eyes. She took Mercinus' hands and led him a few feet distant. She was unaware of how she knew what to do, she just realised that now she was capable. She pulled her lover close, and the same glow that had accompanied her brothers passing burst forth around her. As she touched each of his wounds they were healed. Once healed she allowed herself to succumb to the grief, falling limp in Mercinus arms, she let the flood of tears pour forth. "Gods forgive me Mercinus, as hard as this is, I could not bear it if you were the one lying dead. I have failed my own brother." |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 9 2009, 03:17 PM Post #87 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Mercinus had held Brodin, trying to keeping him alive. He hoped that he was going to be alright. Sindra had arrived to her fallen brother’s side, and tried her best to heal him. He saw the aura going brighter around her, then disappeared. Not only did he know that her brother was long gone. He had felt it. His entire mood of hope had faded, and turned into sorrow. And hate. Where was Menza in all of this? If he had foreseen this, then why did he not prevent it? This was a problem that he had to solve when he gets back. He felt the warrior’s body being lifted away from him, and being led away. He felt the cold touch that had healed him before, but even the pain from his wound was numb. As soon as the Galactean had embraced him, he wrapped his arms around her, and gently rocked her. "Gods forgive me Mercinus, as hard as this is, I could not bear it if you were the one lying dead. I have failed my own brother." His eyes had started to water from the even that had just occurred, even though he had done this several times before. During the Destruction 5 years ago, he had seen allies die in front of him, even one or two had asked him to end their life, just to end their suffering. However, with the death of Brodin, whose sister was his love, had taken him hard. To have someone, who was a friend with you, dying in front of you was one thing, but having someone, who was related to you and someone close to you, die in your arms. Now that, was a different thing altogether. His eyes were red from the tears that was welling up inside. Both the mercenary and his lover were mourning as one. During the bleak moment, Mercinus had been thinking about the three people that had caused the pain. He especially thought about Alexandria, and promised himself that she was going to pay. No matter his condition, no matter how far she is going from the group, he was going to make her pay. He was also going to make MZ pay. Not only was he an abomination, but he had forced a bond that he didn’t want to be in. Until he had found a way of removing the bond, and killing the clone, they were blood brothers. --------------------------------- Menza watched as the lich had threatened to kill one of his companions. The prophet shook his head, and, using the flat of his sword, he had reached out his own sword to remove the sword from the woman’s neck. However, he was stunned with the words that had left the undead’s mouth. "I just need more power! Enormous amounts of power! That is why I need the Forsaken Weapons, and that is why I am following those people, seer! And I will get it, one way or the other - I have all eternity available to get them!" Then, everything had flashed in front of his silver eyes. The lizard man had grabbed the sword, and had threatened to kill the lich, and the woman had used the Forsaken Weapon against the lich himself. Deciding that he was not needed, he sheathed his sword, and started to walk away. ”Well… I guess that I am not needed in this little fray. I’ll leave you to sort out your own differences.” With little effort, he had sheathed his sword, and had started to phase into his cloud form. He turned towards the trio, and had watched Gerald. ”Before I head back to the group, I must tell you something, Gerald. You will not be the one who will wield all of the Forsaken Weapons. The future says that the Dark Ancient will be the one who gather the weapons for his demise, and his only. Only then, will the Descendant will shine out in the darkness.” He had completely phased out, and had returned to the group, and was ready to face the wrath of the Descendant. --------------------------------- Mercinus saw the cloud that was heading towards him, and glared. Not wanting to leave her, he gently removed his arms, and had reached for her claymore. “I’ll be right back.” Although he was saddened from the event, his tone was emotionless, as he looked at the reappearing Menza. Everythinh had flashed before everyone’s eyes. Mercinus had walked up to the prophet, and had smashed him across the nose with the hilt of Sindra’s sword. Unlike the other times that he had attacked the prophet, the nose had erupted in a spray of silvery blood. Before Menza could bring his sword out, and hold it across the mercenary’s neck, Mercinus had swung the sword to intercept it, and had sent the blade flying out of his hand, and it thudded in the nearest tree. He slashed the icy blade across his chest, with more silvery blood coming out of the wound, and held the wet tip to Menza’s throat. “Where the hell were you?! No thanks to you, we had lost a great comrade to the foul beings. If you had predicted that Brodin was going to fall, then why didn’t you save him?!” Before Mercinus had lunged forward, Menza had teleported, and pushed the mercenary in the chest. The great force that came from the prophet sent the mercenary flying back to Sindra’s feet. He did not want the blade in his hand to damage him again. Menza had glowered at the group. ”I had done everyone a favour, Mercinus Greyback… If I had told everyone that Brodin Bane was going to be killed, you would have prevented it, only to give him a death that would make him suffer. If he didn’t die here, then he would die at the hands of the Dark Ancient himself! I have seen his future, and he was going to die, one way or another. I only did the right thing, and had given him the lesser of two evils. That is the Silvanean code. And to inform you, I am a Silvanean.” He teleported, and grabbed his sword from the tree. ”Since what I have promised you in the plains is complete, I am no longer bound by my promise. However, my oath to protect you is still there, whether you like it or not. But, for now… I shall depart you. Farewell, Descendant.” Menza had disappeared in a cloud of silver, and his cloud form had disappeared. --------------------------------- Inside the labs, MZ had finally arrived at where he was supposed to be. Alexandria had nodded, and dismissed everyone to go back to their quarters, and allowed hunter and MZ to leave the labs, and to start the hunt for Mercinus and his group. She had walked past Lord Sacremento as she walked to her room. ”Well… I see that your plan was successful…” The scientist had given him a dirty look, and carried on, ignoring. Once she had arrived in her room, her mirror had activated, and the Dark Ancient was not happy. ”You have failed me, Alexandria. Although you have wounded the Descendant’s lover with the dagger, and had killed the lover’s relative, you return to the base with none of the Forsaken Weapons. I am now starting to think if I had too much faith in you. Lord Sacremento had failed me badly with his last excursion, but he at least had returned to the lab with two of the Forsaken Weapons, with Gerald River being in a group who has one Galangdei. However, I am giving you one more chance. I want to do what Lord Sacremento orders you to do, including doing that project that he has given you.” She cursed once the Dark Ancient had faded away from the mirror. She will bring about her revenge. Somehow. Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 9 2009, 03:18 PM.
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| Dark Jack | Mar 9 2009, 03:32 PM Post #88 |
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When Jey/Meryc responded, Gerald turned his gaze back to her, but this time, his eyeballs were not aflame with fury, but instead had turned dim and dark, yet with an eerie glow about them that gave his entire appearance an even more ominous look than the flames that had burst out of his eye sockets just a moment ago would ever have been able to. The bright green edge of the Morphblade darkened as well under the hand of the now-reptillian creature that Arech was, as the gemstone seemed to come alive beneath its crystal surface, dark streaks of energy coursing through its surface. Anger and fury was one thing, it was what Gerald had felt towards Jey's ignorance just a moment ago... but what he felt against the one he guessed would be Meryc, this confrontation with one of the truths Gerald had denied existed for several lifetimes, was not anger. It was hate, pure and unrefined. He wanted Meryc dead... but Gerald could not kill him. "They will have life anew," he hissed, "And youth eternal as well as the rule of the world, if my plans work out well. If they must mourn me, so be it, but that sacrifice was mine to make. If they despise or fear me, then I will remove the enchantment from my crown and destroy it myself. That was my choice to make, it was my sacrifice... and clearly, you two-in-one and your shape-shifting friend can't accept that." With that, Gerald had but to think a single thought, and the Morphblade instantly changed in dimensions and became a staff once again, and he removed it from Jey/Meryc's throat. With a final, furious glare at the girl, Gerald turned around, let his glowing eyes pass over Menza - although the seer seemed to have disappeared after his final warning - and Arech, whereafter he started heading down towards where the battle between the two groups was still going on, and from which huge loads of mana was already starting to pollute the air. Gerald had never needed anyone else before, and neither did he need anyone else now. He could always find Jey/Meryc later, when he had gained some of the other Forsaken Weapons, to claim the Galangdei. They would see... just how powerful he could become. They would see that his ambition was not a lie. But first, Gerald intended to use the most powerful weapon of all, one that he sensed was available in large amounts down at the battlefield. Not mana, not the Forsaken Weapons... sorrow. |
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| Wyrmling | Mar 9 2009, 03:45 PM Post #89 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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Alyre slashed at one man, pivoting as he dodged and aimed a thrust at her side. She brought her short sword up to slice at his arm, finishing the man as he flinched back with a quick slice to the throat. Hearing a noise behind her, the small elf flipped behind the first man's toppling body and spun around to face her attacker. But he wasn't attacking at all. The man ran past followed by several others who disappeared into a glowing portal. Alyre glanced around for any remaining threat, but all the enemies had fled. Walking briskly back to where she had left the group, she was saddened to see that not all of them had been fortunate in their private battles. Though it didn't appear that any of the enemies had been defeated, Sindra's brother, Brodin, lay motionless on the ground. Alyre approached slowly, not wanting to disturb the grieving woman. Sindra was wrapped around Mercinus, obviously overcome by sadness. Kneeling slowly by the large warrior, the dark-haired elf put her fingers to her lips, and then touched Brodin's own mouth in the symbol of respect of her people. "Fly swiftly to your god's bosom, warrior Brodin. I did not know you well, but I know you had a good heart." Kneeling a moment longer in silent contemplation, Alyre rose and took another look around. In her sadness, she had failed to notice the arrival of another person on the scene. One of the members of their group was confronting an individual who was sitting on the ground, apparently having fallen from a tree. She took a split second to take in the new person's skin colour and then her swords were unsheathed once more, glinting coldly as she strode toward the newcomer. "What business have you here, Dark Elf?" she spat with malice. Usually an easygoing character, there was one thing that Alyre had been taught to fear and distrust in her youth, and that was Dark Elves. "I'll not suffer your presence a moment longer than I must, so you'd better speak and be gone quickly." |
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| Teslyn | Mar 9 2009, 08:52 PM Post #90 |
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a fleeting presence
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"Do they want to rule the world?" Meryc asked, a question that was genuinely curious, genuinely thoughtful, almost gentle - a question that was Jeyne si Eldara and no-one else. A question that was softly spoken, almost inaudible; Gerald River probably hadn't heard it, and if he had - well, he probably wouldn't want to consider the answer. Meryc knew men like Gerald River, whose ideals and hopes and ambitions were pure at first but were twisted and perverted by time and by desperation. But where the part that was Meryc was cold and condemning, contemptuous and judgmental, the part that was Jeyne was quietly understanding, observing and unbiased. It was Meryc who heard Gerald's thoughts and it was Jey who giggled incessantly - the day GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld tooktook away Galangdei who trailed in the dirt behind her glinting prettily in the sun the sun and who wanted to paint but Meryc said don'tfollow but Jey followed anyway - the day GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld took Galangdei would be the day the day the day of his undoing because that's what Meryc said Meryc said Galangdei would drive GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld --- sane. [ ooc| i would like to note that these posts to not in any way shape or form reflect the state of my own sanity. it is quite intact, thank you very much. and there is only one of me. honest. ] |
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