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[Windmaster Vaelfor]

»×”Grey Wolf”
x»×”Light of the Elves”
xx»×”Keeper of the Sword of Legends, Naldien”

Lucius Zaan Hilyetz

ΘLucius was never one to show his emotions. He was aware that he was a frightening sight when he was angry. Despite this, he had to take a moment to figure out why he felt a surge of magic coming from the illusionist. Xavier and Pelleas were hanging back. Which was smart since he had little, if any control over his actions if they were to get on his bad side.

Once he figured out why he had Eric so on edge, he smiled, a glimmer of respect pushing away the anger while he addressed him. It was one thing to prepare to enter a magic duel with him when he was calm and was thinking clearly. However, Eric could have very well died had Lucius not been the way he was, a person who thought highly of any human spellcaster who entered, or prepared to enter, a duel with him.

Xavier and Pelleas tensed, the mage gathering energy for a spell and the warrior gripping the hilts of his blade. Lucius calmed their fears with a sweep of his hand. His expression was unchanged, but he wasn’t angry. For now. Even now, the felt the elves’ web of enegy weaving around the three of them, preparing to bring them home.

“I apologize, but things have come up. Would you mind putting off your lessons until I see what is calling me home?” Without waiting for a response, he tossed one of the amulets to Eric. “I’m pressed for time. I should be warped out of here any second. That amulet will allow you to communicate with me. I wish the both of you luck.” Before he could turn to walk off, he, Pelleas, and Xavier found themselves in the royal chambers among the elves.

Something was strange, however. His uncle wasn’t seated on the throne. The elders were clothed in black and wearing veils. There was no light in the room save for a dim sphere of light suspended in the center of the room. One of the elders approached him, eyes on the ground. Lucius knew what had happened before he spoke. His uncle, the king, was dead.Ώ

[A Living Illusion]

Eric Beleren, Lord of Illusion

Youngest Prince of Aeolus, gone from his land...

Eric did not consider himself a brave man. He did what he did because he felt obligated to. In his mind he HAD no choice. He felt fear like any other man, an enraged elf was enough to quicken even the hardest hearts, but he refused to let it control him. He was steady because he refused to be seen as weak, to BE weak. He was ready because he refused to die without doing as much damage as he could. He knew he wasnt much of a match for three elves on his best day. In his weakened state Lucius himself would likely overwhelm him in seconds, let alone with the help of his companions. But he remained steely calm and alert even as he felt the spellcaster gathering his energy for defense or offense he could not tell. One thing Eric didnt expect, though, was a smile. And, if he wasnt mistaken, he had somehow won points in the elf's eyes. If anything this turn of events made him even more wary...
The elf immediately took charge and Eric was more than happy to let him do so. He had neither the time, energy, or information to assert control. "I suppose..." he answered cautiously, snatching the amulet from the air. It certainly meshed well with his own plans. He opened his mouth to say more but he felt the spell take hold swiftly, though who was casting it remained hidden from him, and then they were gone. "Bloody elves..." he mumbled in irritation at the empty air.

...walking in the shadow, blood on his hand

((aaaaand...now i'm stuck again *sigh* ))

[Cararin]

~Alanna Neneharma
Former Princess Of Cordelia

As rain poured from the clouds above, all Alanna could do was laugh with pure joy. Free. Free and released. Alanna hugged the neck of her mount as the poor beast continued to stomp through the mud and reeds. She extended her senses out and beyond the marshlands, even the taint of her dead father was appealing to Alanna. She could feel again. Not just with her hands and her fingers, but with her soul, with her power. She loved the sky, the air, the ground below her. Nothing about this land was cursed to her.

After she had been a couple of kays away from the castle, Alanna had slowed her mount, but still kept off the traditional roads. After all these years, she still knew her homeland by heart. The new marshes could not prevent that. The first thing she did was extend her senses to the marshes and the ground below, doing the simplest tricks, such as small whirlpools or purifying water. Then she extended herself to the sky, and pulled the rain down from the clouds. Despite the joy it gave her, she had also done so to cover her tracks, forcing Zaynah to use more difficult measures if they wished to follow her. Not that they didn't know exactly where she was going anyways.

Alanna could not wipe the grin off her face if she tried. She had held the rain off of her body, letting it slide off of her and her mount like water sliding off a duck, keeping her dry in the thick rain. Leaning back in the saddle, she let the rain soak into her clothes, making cling to her body. Her hair, stuck to her face and saddle backs as she leaned as far back as she could. Her horse grunting at the shift of weight, but kept going. Closing her eyes, she felt the gentle patter on her eyelids and cheeks.

How could anyone curse the rain? Let the gods curse the rain while Alanna blessed it with her undying love. She could live like this forever. She had almost lost herself completely in her joy, and would have lept from her saddle that moment, undressed, and transformed into the animal she was, but her goal prevented her from doing so. She had to get to the tombs. Alanna could have done some 'game planning' at that moment. However she was more intent on enjoying the air around her. At that moment, she felt like damning Cordelia and living here alone and free of responsibility and duty. The marshlands were quiet and peaceful, especially for someone like her. She could make a dry encampment with the snap of her fingers if she wanted, and hunt enough for herself. Everyone believed the lands were haunted, so the Zaynah would stop hunting her quickly, and no one would go searching for her. She would be dead again, take up the name Krystal, and be completely alone. She would never have to worry about seeing another being again, unless she wished it.

However, reality snapped into her face before she could blink. Alanna was born into a role. She had to fight, she had to kill, she had to rule. Alanna was cursed with the future the gods had given her. She could not run into her homeland and hide. She had a b*****d ghost to hunt down and destroy and a kingdom to restore to its former glory.

But she let these thoughts linger at the corners of her mind, and instead took in the joy at the misery around her. Where everyone saw destroyed and ruined lands, she saw home.

"My heart, my soul...
have been sacrificed for duty."

[Windmaster Vaelfor]

»×”Grey Wolf”
x»×”Light of the Elves”
xx»×”Keeper of the Sword of Legends, Naldien”

Lucius Zaan Hilyetz

ΘTo Lucius, everything seemed to go by so quickly. His uncle was dead and he had to take up the mantle of king. After a brief ceremony, Lucius was given the symbol of kingship: a golden armband embedded with a ruby. Lucius made his vows without thinking, in a monotone voice. His mind was elsewhere. How did it happen? Why wasn’t he told? Those were the questions that were prevalent in his mind.

Then came time for the funeral. It was a solemn occasion, Lucius was presiding. He was the only un-veiled face in the entire crowd. By sheer force of will, he was able to keep his voice level and not show his grief. By the end, he’d come the conclusion that he would grieve only after he’d seen this war through. The ceremony was concluded by the cremation of his uncle. Once the flames had died, Lucius left.

Pelleas and Xavier visited him in his chambers as he was preparing to leave. They said nothing because they knew why he was doing it. To bring Zaynah down was the previous king’s final command to his nephew. They weren’t going to stop him from seeing it through. Lucius turned to them once he was ready and said, “I’m appointing the two of you regents in my absence. Take care of this place until I send for you. And make sure our fighters are still sharp.” They wished to accompany him, but took the charge anyway.

He left the mountains without much argument. The Elders supported his decision and he was glad. The whole situation would be much more complicated if they did not. A ghost of a smile presented itself on his face. His uncle would say that at least he was able to bring his people together. It was something he struggled to do. His brother, Lucius’ father, was a far better king, but that didn’t stop him from trying to live up to his name.

Descending the mountains wasn’t difficult. It took him around an hour to reach the base. It would have been shorter if he had not wished to be cautious. He walked until he found himself in a forest. In this time, he found himself able to laugh at the memories of his uncle. If he kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to find enough sadness in him to grieve when he had the chance. He stopped and rested for a moment. He was tired, but not of body. His spirit was drained and he wished to merely stop and think. Ώ

[sk8ing_cat]

SuzukixxKuroyamixxKahae

Yσuиgest Priиcεss øf Ciøиαødh

► †ɧιиk your mιиd støppεd
Mσvε ιt back ιи ʈιmε
†ɦιиҞ ι mighʈ støp яuииιиɕ
Fσwαrd tø the fιиιsɧ ℓιиε◄

『

Suzuki sighed. She wondered how much time had passed. There was nothing she could do but wait. It would be better to wait till everything calmed down before going back home.....but she was cold. She knew that she could heat herself up but she didn't exactly want to scar the animals. She sat down on the rock again. It had become smooth from her constantly using her powers or other resources near her to make it smooth. She gathered the baby bunny into her lap again. She had nothing to do. Although she liked staying with the animals, it made her feel useless again. Like there was no reason for her to be there. LIke she was what the others had said.

Suzuki shook her head. When had she become so dramatic about this stuff? Maybe the boredom was getting to her. Suzuki decided that it was almost about time to descend the mountain and head towards the castle. She put the bunny back down and shooed them away before some other animal got to them. She wondered why she didn't keep the metal that she had put in the cloak. It would've supplied her with a mini-instrument she could've played to pass time.

Suzuki wondered again whether or not the fighting was over yet. If it was still going on, she would have to find something to do. If it was, then she could finally head back home. It was easier to just suddenly appear than sit there and be questioned for awhile. Suzuki brushed off the dirt on her dress and started to head down the mountain. The hem of her dress was covered in dirt, or it was dirty now and her boots, the soles of them had dirt on them too. But what did you expect when you went into the forest? It's not like you could stay perfectly clean unless you were super careful or you used your powers.

』

*:.｡.♬†ɦιиҞ ι mighʈ støp иow,
I ¢an dø иσʈɧιnɕ but яεɕrεt
Rεɕrεt tħe †ħinɕs that ɦαvε иσt bεεn dønε
Rεɕrεt †ɧαt ι was иσt αѢlε tø ¢ɧαnɕε øя sαve αиyσиε
βut †ɦαt stops иσώ.*:.｡.♬

[secondhand_soul]

Natalia Lane Hathorn

Natalia shook her head and chuckled quietly as she watched the exchange between Lucius and Eric. She thought back to her first encounter with elves on her first assignment after leaving the Zaynahn resistance circle. "Elves are curious creatures," she remarked, glancing over her shoulder to Eric, "They're pleasant enough company, but they are very cold and, in all of my experience, very indifferent to the world outside their own. It angers me a bit at times because it seems to me that had Zaynah not burned their forest, they would have never become involved in the war. It didn't matter when it was someone else's home and family being destroyed, but once it was there own being threatened they were quick to anger. Not to mention, their constant use of magic makes one unaccustomed to it quite dizzy."

Natalia chuckled a bit at her last comment. Growing up, she had known that mages exisisted, but she had never seen one. Even during her years with the Zaynahn resistance circle, she had met many magic users, but had never seen them use their talents. Her trek through Elven country had been a shock. Everywhere she had turned there had been an elf casting some type of spell or enchantment, even for the most basic of daily acitivities. Though she was now accustomed to the sight of magic, by elves and humans alike, her opinion of the subject had not changed: she disliked it strongly. She did not dislike it because she herself was unable to manipulate it, but because she saw no use in it. Perhaps it was because she was a farm maid at heart, or because her rural background had made her superstitious, but she felt that magic made one lazy. After all, how does one learn to work for something they desire if they can have it with the snap of a finger or a wave of a hand? What Natalia despised most, though, were deaths caused by magic users. To Natalia, murdering someone with magic was the definition of cowardice: a person killed by magic had no opportunity to fight back, and the methods of extermination used were often horrific and anything but humane.

Casting another glance over her shoulder to Eric, she thought again to the way he had killed the band of theives. They had died in agony and in terror, unable to defend their quickly ending lives in any way. Though they had been beastly men, in Natalia's mind, no one deserved a fate such as that. Natalia also thought about herself. She refused to commit murders herself, but how many had she been repsonsible for? The blueprints and weaponry plans she had stolen, the mercenaries she had helped locate and make vulnerable their targets. How many souls' assasinations had she helped bring about?

Again Natalia shook her head, she could not allow herself to think this way. Looking up to the sky, she saw that the sun was creeping lower in the sky, night would fall in a few hours. Calling back to Eric, she asked, "How many more days do you think we'll need to reach Aeolus? She wished to travel as far during the day as possible before setting up camp for the night. At least tonight she would have fewer worries of safety with Eric around; that was a blessing. Natalia could not count on her fingers and toes how many sleepless nights she had spent, listening for threats and intuders. That was one aspect of freelance life that she would never miss.

[Windmaster Vaelfor]

Eldest Prince of Aeolus
XxxxxxKael Beleren

ΨKael listened intently to Zero. It occurred to him that Zero was insulting him. It angered him, but only a bit. He had changed over the years. His power over light wasn’t just for blinding enemies. He controlled the very power of the sun and it appeared that Zero hadn’t grasped that yet. It was a bit of a stupid question. Kael wouldn’t have offered if he thought he’d be of some assistance.

Once he was finished speaking, Kael sighed and thrust Gungnir into the most solid ground he could find. “I know exactly what I’m up against. Don’t insult me by thinking otherwise. It may not appear that I make the best decisions, seeing as I walked straight into the lion’s den back there. But how was I supposed know that he would recognize me seeing as I’ve been gone for five years.”

Kael had indeed asked himself how he would be of any use. This wasn’t his fight. But it could wind up that way if the Lich King were to extend his grasp beyond the borders of Cordelia. In all honesty, he didn’t really know how he would be of any use, but it would come to him eventually. “You know what, Zero? I don’t even think I would be anything more than just an extra fighter. But I can feel him growing in power. His presence lingers on the edge of my consciousness at all times. Not the vague sense that a normal spellcaster would feel, either. It seems that we’re both each other’s mortal enemy. But that’s just my opinion.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked to the sky, not able to see the sun what whatsoever. It saddened him a bit since most of his power came from the sun. It was like a part of him was missing. He dreaded nights, hated storms, or any terrain that would obscure the light. But it wouldn’t do for him to get discouraged right now so he drove it from his mind.

He took up Gungnir and shouldered it again. He wondered if he was the only person in the entire world who could wield the spear. If he were to rely on the spear rejecting anyone else that touched it, he would be at a horrible disadvantage should he face and opponent that Gungnir accepted. He took it in both hands and tossed it just a small bit into the air. “Catch.” He tossed the spear out toward Zero. He’d probably want to kill him if it shocked him, but it was well worth the risk. Ψ

[Chaotica Leonus]

Eldest Prince of the Necrosis

Isabeau's Lover

Chaos incarnate

"No longer do I wish to live simply for the fight."

Zerous Shemehazi Neneharma

Zero listened to Kael, but kept his eyes off the man, as he tried to focus in on Alanna's chaotic energy. It was harder than before, since he knew she had to be in much higher spirits then before. He decided to just quit by the time Kael was done speaking, simply because he knew where she would be heading. Predictably, she would try to stop the Lich on her own, rather then beg for help from anyone. It was that stubborn head of hers that almost got her killed the last time. He knew the Lich would not be very forgiving the next time, or the next, or even after that. It would be a repetitious cycle, sealing the Lich and then he breaking free years later.

"You underestimated your opponent. You thought that just because you gave up your crown that you aren't worth anything. You thought that five years was long enough to make the major players forget who you were. You were wrong, Kael. If everyone who is to inherit the throne dies in Aeolus, then your worth clearly comes to light. If Zaynah ever took over, they could use you as a pawn, or if they had captured you, they could have used you as a bargaining chip. I bet the Aeolus government cares more about a direct heir to the throne then, as they put it, 'the b*****d children' of your sister and myself. They would have instantly traded my children away so that the Aeolus government would have you back. That is a solid fact that we are but bargaining chips if we allow them to use us as such, which at most points, we almost have no choice. You should be more careful next time who you try to fool," Zero explained, knowing that the threat of Kael could have been very real.

He only looked back at Kael after he said catch, seeing the spear flying towards him. He could feel the god-like powers flowing through it, as his chaos powers responded in kind, but he didn't back away from the spear. He caught it in his left hand, and blue electricity sparked from the spear, as it seemed to clash with Zero's powers. Holding the spear overhead, Zero looked at Kael darkly. "You know nothing of the enemy you face. You, who walk without responsibility at all, know nothing of the enemy you face. How one man can steal a person's innocence by killing his mother, brother, and raping his sister. You don't carry the scars of a man torn between hatred and hell itself. You know absolutely nothing of your enemy but what we Neneharma's have told you people. So don't ever say you think you know, because you will never understand the Lich like we do. The pain, the sorrow, and the reason why we hate him so. You will never, ever, understand," Zero spoke with a rather cold tone, as the emotion seemed all too angry and hateful to be expressed with simply words but by the increase in power Zero released from his body.

He twirled the spear around, letting blue lightening fly everywhere and anywhere he could, before thrusting the blade end of the spear into the ground with a tremendous thud. He held onto the spear, as the blue lightening shot from his hands and from the spear and looked Kael in the eyes. "You don't even know your own spear, Kael. It's speaking to me, right now, saying that it misses you. That, 'Kael Beleren is my current master until death and no one but Kael will be able to use me properly.' That's what this spear is saying, telling me as I use my power to hold it back. The power of a god is the only thing protecting me from this spear. Listen to your spear, Kael," Zero said, as he let go of the spear, showing a burned mark on his glove to Kael, before turning away from him. He really did hate using spears, especially one's with a god complex.

Zero didn't wait for Kael to speak, as he departed towards the tomb of the Lich King. He thought on his words, his own hatreds. He was going to hate himself in the next morning for not trying to stop the Lich, but this was what had to happen. Only the Lich could cause such a great distraction for Zaynah that a rebellion could formalize fully, that Aeolus could take military action. It was only then that the six kingdoms could be reinstiuted, not under the name of Zaynah, but under the name of the Kingdom that they were once given. That's what drove Zero forward to the Lich King's grave, following the rain's and water trails that Alanna left, even though he already knew where he was going.

He walked on and on, until he was stopped by a field where he found two dead hunters, as well as bandits, and two horses that he figured were the hunters. Zero thought about his next actions carefully, before coming to the decision to 'liberate' one of the horses, jumping out in a surprise attack against the bandits and with some fancy footwork and well placed punches, knocked them out. "They giveth, and I taketh away," Zero spoke as he basically robbed the bandits of their money, and tied them up before setting a large bonfire for Zaynah to see. Why? So that they could do some good and capture the bandits. It was quite the hilarious sight seeing these grown men tied up next to each other by their shirts on a tree. Zero then looked at the dead bodies, and though he wanted to bury them, he knew if he did the Lich King would take control of them.

"Please, forgive me for what I am going to do," Zero spoke, as he lifted their bodies up and threw them into the flames. If their bodies burned away, then they wouldn't be used by the Lich. Zero said a small prayer, before looking over at one of the horses. He went up to it, and with calm eyes, stared it in the face. With his eyes he connected to the beasts soul and made a bond with him, before jumping on. Patting the horse down, he looked to the sky seeing another volley of rain in the distance. It would be a long time before he would be able to catch up with Alanna on foot, but he might make it to the tomb just in time by horseback. He sat there and comprehended how he was going to go, trying to make sure that the route in his mind still existed.

"These miracles that life has given me have taught me that."

Destined Warrior

Son of Chaos

Loving Father

[A Living Illusion]

Eric Beleren, Lord of Illusion

Youngest Prince of Aeolus, gone from his land...

Eric glanced back at Natalia as she spoke, having momentarily forgotten her presence in his irritation at the elf, and smiled weakly. "How many nations do you think would have joined in the conflict had Zaynah shown no interest in them?" he asked rhetorically. He knew the answer was no. "The elves look after their own just like every other society. No...it's their blind arrogance that makes them unendurable.The thought that someone would DARE destroy their forest probably angered them as much as the destruction itself. They believe themselves superior than others in every way and seem to think we should all bow down before their wishes for it." His hand had clenched into a fist by this point shaking in anger. A crackling nimbus of electricity began to spark into life across his skin, his subconscious translating his anger into aggression. The surrounding area suddenly seemed dimmer and cooler, whether he was using the surrounding energy to fuel the small bit of magic or if the magical display simply made the rest of the world seem less real it was impossible to tell.
Eric shook out of it and grinned sheepishly, her last words coming back to him. "Sorry...i've been around magic since birth. Anymore it's as much a part of me as the blood in my veins, the breath in my lungs. I dont even have to think about it to cast spells. I cant imagine what it must be like to live without it..." She stopped speaking and shook his head, the anger that had refueled his strength gone leaving him more drained than before.
Eric allowed the silence to stretch between them, his thoughts turning back to a day when life was better. When did it all go wrong? he thought silently. Probably before you were born came the amused response from Cypher. You've just seen the down trend of the world, little prince. None of this is your fault The little golden dragon nuzzled his cheek gently as she rode atop his ever shifting shoulder. Didnt anyone tell you it's rude to listen in on someone elses thoughts. he chided, but his thoughts held affection rather than irritation. Yes...so you've told me. she responded, nibbling his ear lightly. Yeah, you'll never listen he laughed. His good humor quickly faded to melancholy contemplation. Sometimes...i just wish we could leave it all behind. Go somewhere where the people dont try to kill one another. A place where darkness doesnt blanket the earth... Cypher's only response this time was to cling tighter to Eric.
He looked up in mild surprise when Natalia asked him how long he thought the trip would take. "I suppose...a few more days?" he answered, unsure. It had been so long since he last had to crawl about the earth that he no longer knew how long it took mundane folk to reach different places. He stared off into the darkening forest as the awkward silence stretched. His social ineptitude becoming more apparent the longer he was around her.

...walking in the shadow, blood on his hand

[Chaotica Leonus]

***

"My revenge has been exacted, all tasks at hand have been completed."

Nero Leonin Kahae

Boredom had finally taken over the rather ambitious Nero, as he used his chains to free himself. It was rather unexpected, since he was brought here only to be met by not a single person at all. It was quite rude, but these things only put more ideas in Nero's head about how to use this situation to his advantage. Fixing the cuffs on his shirt, Nero devised a brilliant plan which he automatically set into motion. He checked the room for any secret ways out and after having found none, Nero quickly dashed to the door and started pounding on it.

His plan was simple, yet elegant in a way that no one could have possibly forseen. However, he needed people to see his escape, for he needed the word to spread that the great Aalok nation let a criminal. This would be an important moral boost for the rebellion, but not the rebellion here. He could see how sloppy this rebellion was, taking note that he ws only here to get an allegiance with the Moriko rebellion. The patter of footsteps racing to the door, made Nero rush over to the window. He threw it open, just as the soldiers barged in, and Nero turned to them and smiled. "It's been fun gentlemen, but now I must be off," Nero said, before falling backwards out the window and falling down to the ground.

The guard, astonished, rushed to the scene but were taken surprise by the fact Nero had landed perfectly safe down in the courtyard of the castle. Nero, of course, knew otherwise. He had used his mind to summon his powerful chains and use them to distribute the weight of his fall as if they were his legs, and helping him to the ground. Nero was then off, through the courtyard and over the wall with ease before being held at swordpoint. Nero had been caught by another guard that felt good about his capture, but it was short lived. You shouldn't be so cocky. You never know when that might turn against you," Nero spoke, just before his power connected with the man, and he was under Nero's control.

"Here's what you are going to do for me. You will tell my escape to everyone you can, you will let everyone know that Aalok failed in capturing the criminal Nero Leonin Kahae, the second prince of Cionlaodh. Tell all the common people first, until you know for a fact that the rebellion knows about me. OOnce you are certain, tell the rebellion that their leader should meet us in Moriko. Now go," Nero ordered with a devilish smirk on his face. He was certain that this would piss off his Zaynah to the fulliest, being just the distraction the rebellion needed.

It was then that Nero made one more stop, going back to the hideout of the rebellion. Soldiers had taken it over, but that wouldn't be a problem for Nero. He just wanted his sword back, which he noticed had still not been brought to the castle. Using his power, he slipped past the guards while they attended to a fight that Nero created, and using his chains, he knocked out all opposition that would stop him from getting to his sword. He hated when his sword was not taken care of, but he could just polish it later. For now, Nero made his escape from this place at all haste, using his chains to scale the walls of Aalok and escape from the city, while the soldier told all the people of Nero's glorious escape. It would certainly piss of Azazel when he heard that Nero had gotten away again. It was exactly what Nero wanted all along.

"Now all that's left is to find the love I miss."

From yours truly,

The Middle Prince of Cionaodh

***

[xX A m a - S a m a Xx]

ξϻϼэɻɵɻ ɵf ȤɐɤήɐЋ

Pewter, serpentine eyes narrowed in mild surprise as the last blow hit his opponent. The dragon lord was hardly trying at the moment, and for one of his blows to make contact now... it seemed too easy. Feeling a slight tug in the slack of the whip, he tilted his head to the side in irritation with a dark smile as he watched as the elf held it. Damn him and his stupid little friend. Weren't these people brave enough to fight without grabbing the blazing, razor sharp cord? Not liking that this brought his opponent so close, Azazel rolled his eyes and gave a light and playful tug at the whip. So he had irritated the man in not going full on? How amusing. However, Azazel would continue to hold back on his fabled form to prove to the egotistical maniac before him that he didn't need it to defeat him. However, it was very tempting with the goblin-reject's snide little comments

"Tsk, tsk. Too bad for you there's no mother or father around to tell not to play with my food. Although, if they had things their way all the time, you and your friend would both be bloody pulps under my claw by now," he snickered darkly with another light tug on the whip.

Suddenly, the emperor was on his feet jerking the whip with a blinding strength so as to bring it back around in a c for the man's back and left side if he let go. If he didn't let go, he'd be jerked several feet forward and sideways, off balance, and into the whip's excess about the upper chest level. Either way, the man had something else to deal with, something he hadn't seen thus far. Azazel's left hand snaking across his chest, it then struck outwards at the air with his claws. The claws seemed to leave his hand like darts flying for either Kyo's right side or front [depending on how he had moved], and in mid air that changed into spindly darts about eigth inches in length. Unknowingly, like the spines Azazel could shoot from himself when in dragon form, they were covered in a venom that was like that of a dirty bite in being excruciating painful and infected yet not deadly. No, the lethal toxin in Azazel's body came from his four dragon fangs, coated with a saliva that formed when his dragon side was afoot, much like a komodo dragon, with the ability to kill a man in two to five minutes.

((I failed to list these powers [as well as the dragon breath he's already used] on Azazel's profile, so if they are a problem let me know and I shall edit them out of my post...))

Ѧʑɐʑэʄ Mɐʠʄэή Ѷɐɤș

[Windmaster Vaelfor]

»×”Grey Wolf”
x»×”Light of the Elves”
xx»×”Keeper of the Sword of Legends, Naldien”

Lucius Zaan Hilyetz

ΘHe didn’t rest long. And it felt as if it weren’t enough. But he needed to keep moving. It was funny how losing someone close to you really put life in perspective. His uncle was not one of the older elves. Far from it, actually. He was one of the younger ones, having just left Lucius’ age group two years prior. He, and now Lucius, wanted to measure up to Lucius’ father as a king. Lucius commanded respect anyway. Not because of his status but because he treated people well. Always had.

The bejeweled armlet he now wore felt as if it weighed a ton. To outsiders, it was merely a flashy trinket, something that would probably get you waylaid by bandits if you wore as Lucius did, with the pride and courage it deserved. To the elves, and Lucius especially, it was weighed with the authority of all of the kings that wore it before him. He didn’t like to be shackled like this. His decisions now impacted not just the people around him, but his entire race. He had no other choice but to abandon escape and rise to the occasion, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t his burden.

While he walked, his clothes were tinted a dark hue with magic. It was the only symbol of mourning he could afford, though he went so far as to change his wolf transformation’s fur color to black. He had left his cloak behind. It was merely for show, anyway. He was never really bothered by slight changes in temperature. His hand fell to his sword as he walked.

Now, he was at a crossroads. His people had housed themselves in the mountains just outside of Conlaodh’s borders. Now, he was in the country and didn’t know where to go. He could go back to Moriko and deliver the message personally. Or, he could go back to Aalok and inform the resistance leader of what took place. He decided against both of them for the time being as he needed to rest.

While hunting for someplace to sleep, he happened upon a girl on a rock. It was strange that a girl would be this deep into the forest, though he didn’t really know the entire berth of the place. But it was stranger still that she was obviously dressed as a noble. He felt a kindred spirit in her because of her love of animals. He had always taken a particular interest with wildlife. This is what made him reveal himself.

He pondered for a moment how she would react seeing an armed man come out of nowhere. In the first few seconds, the situation felt a bit awkward. He hadn’t figured out what to say. And thus, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Are you lost, young one?” Despite himself, he couldn’t abandon his tone of someone obviously older. It was what normally gave him away as an elf…Ώ

[Chaotica Leonus]

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MY CRIMES UNFORGIVABLE

BUT I SHALL CONTINUE ON

Kyo Svensil

Golden eyes met the pewter eyes of Azazel with a slight twinkle in them. Kyo had hoped that he would take this fight much more seriously then he was, as Kyo was holding an equal playing field with him. The fool just didn't seem to understand the trouble he actually had gotten himself into, but he was going to find out soon enough that Kyo was not an enemy he could beat with the level of effort he was putting out. He hadn't heard about the Faras Mountain range of Cionlaodh it seemed and how thirteen years ago, Kyo had completely wiped them out when his powers had spiraled out of control. Of course, he couldn't expect anyone from Cionlaodh to actually know what happened out there.

"Perhaps, but mommy and daddy aren't here to save you, my prince. You are alone and I highly doubt that if I struck you down on the ground here that anyone besides those foolish guards would try and rescue you," Kyo replied, confident in his abilities and showing absolutely no fear or hesitation to fight.

Azazel was certainly strong when he tugged on the whip, but so was Kyo. Though it wasn't completely clear to Kyo, he figured that he was trapped when he saw claws heading straight for him. It was either the whip or the claws, a simple but effective move that any warrior with a brain could achieve. However, Kyo was no pushover and so when the pulling of whip became fierce, Kyo pulled back with the same strength, no budging an inch. If he thought that Kyo would move out of fear, Azazel was highly mistaken. Instead, with his sword in his other hand, he deflected each with quick, well powered sword strikes that sent the claws to the feet of Azazel.

"Well, it was nice try. Now, it's my turn," Kyo replied, as Jericho appeared suddenly behind him. His hood was on still, so he kept his mysterious appearance, but he wasn't here to aid Kyo in battle. He simply grabbed Joesph, and moved him out of the way of the fight, putting him on a wall to rest, before looking up to watch the battle. Kyo momentarily nodded, before turning to Azazel, his golden eyes glowing through peering through the darkness that now surrounded Kyo. There was a tinge of spark from the aura, and a hand appeared from the flowing energy, pointed directly at Azazel.

It was then that one of the guards sprung forth to try and catch Kyo off guard, recovering himself for the attack. With rushed forward, blindly, straight at Kyo with his sword in hand. Kyo only looked back, realizing it was already too late. "FOOL!" Kyo exclaimed, but the man walked straight into his energy. His body suddenly busrt into dark flames and he screamed, hands clutching his face as he seemingly melt in agony in front of Azazel. "Damn it! The fool! He was too weak to stand up to my aura," Kyo said, as he kept his eyes on Azazel.

It was a weakening blow, as Kyo had no intention of taking the guard's lives. He only targeted people as he needed and knew that it would be another sin on his soul. However, there was no time for that now. No time for regrets or sadness. He had to fight and he would do it just as boldly as he did everything else. He released the whip suddenly, as a dark mass of energy formed in his hand, focused on doing to Azazel what happened to that guard. Releasing the whip now would also catch Azazel off balance for just a second, if Kyo was lucky, and that second would be more than enough to end him. "Die. The Blightspeaker has spoken," Kyo spoke coldly, firing the blast straight for Azazel with a resounding force.

THE BLIGHTSPEAKER HAS COME

[xX A m a - S a m a Xx]

ξϻϼэɻɵɻ ɵf ȤɐɤήɐЋ

A broad smile, one that was truly pleased, befell the dragon's jowl as the elf mocked him and deflected the attack. Now that was more like it. A much more convincing act than the one that had gotten the pointy-eared b*****d's shoulder gashed open. The drake's eyes flitted over to the hooded person [a child or midget] that appeared seemingly out of nowhere to drag Joseph away. Azazel tilted his brows with a dark smirk. It seemed that things had just gotten serious. That is, serious enough the elf's friend had to be moved to safety.

Quite suddenly the elf was consumed in darkness, a spark as a hand emerged as though to strike. The hairs on the back of his neck on end, Azazel prepared to strike, but there was something unexpected that happened. A very brave yet very stupid guard ran to strike Kyo and was incinerated by the aura upon contact. The force of the release jerking his head to the side, Azazel blinked dimly before slowly looking back to his opponent as he spoke of him being to weak to with stand the aura. An ever so slight smile on his lips, Azazel stood at his full height, thrusting his shoulders back and head up in silent rage.

Then the man released the which Azazel still had a tight grip upon, setting Azazel to lean more heavily too his left than right, as a blast of energy shot towards him. The elf said something, but in the deafening roar and pulse of his blood he didn't hear it. Time seemed to slow down as the blast came for him, the dragon turning slightly in his loss of balance, the attack threatening if it made contact. Then, at that moment, the dragon's pupils became slits no more than a grain of rice in width, something else taking hold of his body.

All were-dragons, all members of the Vays family, were connected to something called the Tarragon Impetus, a thing unknown to but a few of the royal's innermost circle. When a were-dragon died, his or her power joined the unseen force where the dormant power of the deceased roamed through space and time. Anyone with a drop of dragon blood was connected to it, and from that force a were-dragon gained power and guidance. Also, through access by the living generation, the deceased were given "new life" in a shared union between the Impetus's user. With each dead adding to the supply, in essence the next generation was always stronger if he or she could access the power, which could prove tricky. Even more tricky was disconnecting a dragon from it. Azazel thus, being the heir of countless generations and relatives in the past, had unbelievable potential. However, in this instant, a different part of the Impetus kicked in. It was the protection clause so as to speak.

Azazel, in those brief and blinding moments as the blast sailed towards him, faded into a mass of voices that resounded through his head. "Turn!" the cacophony resounded, and Azazel's body complied without thought from the blond. Azazel spun sharply, using his loss of balance to his advantage. "Empower!" the voices shouted as he turned, and with a sharp cry the whip's fire was replaced with a glowing white aura that moved like flame. "Slice!" they cried. Azazel lashed out for the force horizontally and split the blast in two like a knife through butter. "Lunge, roll as you jump!" the voices jeered on in a deafening noise. The dragon once more obeyed and threw himself forward on his side, rolling through the air and through the opening he'd sliced in the aura. There was a noise like a singing sound in the air as the aura on both sides brushed parts of him lightly as he went. With a strong aura of his own, the elf's would not obliterate him but upon contact it seemed to burn or rub his flesh raw and would leave him tired or numb if felt in large amounts. His own would probably affect the elf in a similar way.

All of this happening in a flash, Azazel rolled to a stop on his knees, spinning about in a three-sixty at the force of momentum as his pupils became more snake slits and the Impetus released his body. It was quite an impressive display, even if it hadn't been intentional. Azazel blinked and his breathing came in rapid, uneven boughts as he struggled to his feet, the attacks probably striking the building behind him unless they dispersed. The adrenaline in his head making it ache, he shot Kyo in his dark little cloud a possessed look. It was very rarely that Azazel tapped into the Impetus, and for someone to cause it to tap into him was outrageous. Wiping blood from one of the raw streaks on his left cheek, Azazel began to laugh like a mad man as he felt the other minor gashes along his body ooze warm, crimson liquid. Once touching the power, he now longed to use Impetus. "You... have no idea... what you've done. You know not what you're against,"he laughed hysterically as he backed away, pointing the whip handle at the elf as the cord dragged on the ground, now absent of flame, stumbling slightly at his hysteria.



((Insert twist and possibly, a mystical weakness? Check.))

Ѧʑɐʑэʄ Mɐʠʄэή Ѷɐɤș

[Chaotica Leonus]

MY SINS UNCOUNTABLE

MY CRIMES UNFORGIVABLE

BUT I SHALL CONTINUE ON

Kyo Svensil

Kyo had not expected what came from his attack. Completely cut in half, and left to disappear into nothingness. Only one man had ever been able to cut through the power of blight before and now there was two. Kyo couldn't believe it as Azazel seemed possessed to attack Kyo's very being. Their auras clashed with such a mighty resounding roar to Kyo's ears, that was surprised he wasn't deaf by the end of it. Still, he had to raise his aura to the full power just to hold off the mighty aura that clashed with his.

It was incredible to see someone actually cut down his aura so easily, to make him feel the pain of another's aura. Yet, this Azazel was able to do so and so easily, that Kyo could barely hold him off with full power. If he had taken off his bracers, most likely the outcome would be different. Kyo could not ignore the fact now that he knew that Azazel could be slightly stronger, maybe a whole lot stronger than Kyo at his absolute peak if he reach dragon form. It was no wonder that Joesph had been defeated so easily by this man, as Kyo had pitied him now for leaving him to fight Azazel.

The first real sensation that Kyo felt after the clash of power was absolute pain within his body, as if he had been attacked from the inside. Next, random areas of his face and body seemed to be cut, pouring tiny amounts of blood from them. This had been so unexpected, the sudden jump in power, that Kyo could only look at his wounds with a cold glance. Then he remembered a lesson that Graham had taught him as a young boy about were dragons, about their secrets. There were no names for this power that Graham knew of, but he knew how the power worked. The power of the dead were-dragons infused into an almighty power that any were-dragon could use. Now he knew why Graham had warned him about were-dragons so long ago, not that it was helping now. If Azazel could control that power completely, Kyo would be dead for sure.

It was a horrible revelation to Kyo that his power wasn't enough to destroy Azazel. Taking off his bracers, Kyo only assumed that if he could use this power in his dragon form as well, he wouldn't have nearly enough energy to defeat him. Thirty percent or so of the monster's power in his dragon form, under that ancient power of his, would be enough to take on Kyo at his absolute limit if Kyo's predictions were correct. He had met only one other with a power that great, or at least a power that could be as great. The man that he hated the most out of all the royals from five years ago, the man that now had everything that Kyo had wished for at one point.

"Impressive...You are the second mortal to ever be able to cut through that energy. I must commend your powers of the Were-dragon. I now see I have no chance of defeating you like this, but don't let that go to your head," Kyo spoke, as he walked over to Joesph, picking him up in his arms. He realized one important fact about Azazel's power that gave him a slight advantage. Kyo would have a greater range of agility and speed against him if he ever had to fight his ultimate power.

"I'll be back, my emperor in the waiting. You have bested me today with your powers. That display showed me that if we went full out on each other, this kindgom might be destroyed completely. I'm neither that selfish or greedy to have our fight drag out to the point that we rob the lives of millions of people. So I bid you farewell for now and remember this: Even the greatest weapon has a weakness. It's user. Remember that, my young emperor," Kyo said as Jericho pulled out smoke bombs from his pocket and lit them. The air was full of smoke, hiding Kyo, Joesph, and Jericho as they made their escape from the city. Kyo was going to have to rethink strategy now that he knew Azazel's full extent of power. That and he needed to know to visit Cordelia again. He needed to know if the rumors were true, that Alanna was alive.

The BLIGHTSPEAKER HAS COME

((An epic end to a dragged out fight. And yes! I'm dragging you out of there, Nname. That and Koi is back now!))