Grand Battle - The Main Camp of the Army of Samael

[Owle Isohos]

Owle paused for a moment, still pouring her energy into Sey. Someone was asking her something about defenses...that seemed so unimportant now. She brushed them aside quickly, and turned her full attention to the white mage.

[Sey]

(( :: falls over and waits for V's post :: Mouuu ))

Her hand twitched as her mind was enveloped by Owle, dark grey eyes staring unblinkingly up at the ceiling. She could feel her friend's urgency in the back of her mind... She had to wake up. She had to stay alive. But the thing inside of her didn't.

'Owle, you can't do that- He's inside of me now! If you heal me, you heal him indirectly!'

[Owle Isohos]

It doesn't matter, Miss Sey, Owle said, sure of herself. I told you...or maybe I didn't...but I'm not letting you die. Besides, if you did, could you be sure of taking him with you? Owle shook her head. Listen, Sey...I know this is your fight. And I know I'm not making much sense. But...I'm going to heal you. If I'm healing both of you, well, you're not any worse off than you were before, are you? I know you can defeat him, Miss Sey...but you can't do that if both of you die here.

I will fight with you. If you need me to do something, I will do it.

...but I'm not letting you die.

[Joseph Brown]

"She's not going to die..." Another voice droned inside of both the connected minds, "I can't let that happen right now. Its not a part of the plan."
The forgotten One had drained all the false compassion out of his voice. He needed some private time with Sey, no prying telapaths to ruin his plans. He targeted Owle, not difficult since he was inside a mind that was connected to her. It then conjured up as much mental noise as possible, Screams of the dyeing, moans of pain and one long high pitched wail. The prying telepath would never be able to hear this conversation over the noise.
He grasped at Seys mind, pulling her mind into a dream where they could temporally share the same world. The battered mage was now dreaming she was floating in a void of absolute black. Nothing as far as the eye could see. The Forgotten on knew he would need to make a physical representation of himself, knowing his true form would betray his purposes. He created a tall human shrouded in loose fitting black robes that would never reval what the persons true body type was. From his neck hung a medallion, some red metal forming the symbol of the forgotten. It would never make a face though, faces where a human weakness. If it made a face it would probably begin to obsess over it, and then over other human faces. It had to maintain its individuality by having none what so ever. Instead it created a full facial metal visor, one like knights wore. It came out to a point, a small cross-shaped slit adorning the front. It came back to connect at both his ears, where two metal circles replaced a helmet so that the visor would stay in place. The embodiments hair was black as well, black and non-descript, falling down to about its shoulders. The occasional wisp of dark strands falling over the full facial visor.

"Hello my angel, we finally meet." It was a lie again; this human form was a bastardization of the true spirit.

"I'm sorry to draw you into this dreamstate so abruptly, but I had to communicate with you before lies were spit at you." Its hands were clasped together, almost in mock prayer. "You have been betrayed my angel. Samael is sealed within you and they still fight."

"Your fellow clerics are not just healing the wounded, but are now actively killing their enemies for revenge." It had tasted the anguish of a lost love one from some far off wall, a brief investigation later and he had a story he could skew into whatever it wanted.

"It seems that Barton has become overcome with blood-lust" The false-sadness echoed throughout the bleak chamber, "No longer wanting the protection of their town, but truly wanting the total domination of their enemy."

"I feel this is partly my fault" It was totally his fault, "For not looking far enough into the future."

"So awake my angel, and remember my words. You can return to your town of false promises. Or take up your armor and staff and fight the injustice once again. Because justice is not just for your allies, it is for all human beings."

With that the Mage awoke from her dreamstate, in the arms of James.

Used against Owle

Forgotten Echoes- Can’t sleep… Can’t sleep… Can’t sleep… Can’t let him get me…
The Forgotten One’s presence on this world is very limited, but even without a knight it can create whispers and visions.
The forgotten one can briefly tough ones consciousness, allowing it to pick out fears. It then bombards a victim with visions and whispers of these fears. These visions can do anything from distract a victim or drive them temporarily insane.
This skill has been known to fail against people whit highly disciplined minds, such as high level Samurai and Priests.

[Owle Isohos]

You! Owle screamed at him, the word becoming a growl in her mentally represented throat. She recognized his power...it was the same as the taint she had felt upon Sey earlier.

Before she could do anything against him, something battered against the hasty defense she had erected in place of her purple shield. As she began to shift her power away from Sey to strengthen it, she felt the white mage being pulled away from her. The choice was obvious; let the taint batter down her shields, or leave Sey at his mercy.

Owle let go of the shield, and clung to Sey as shards of the defense fell around her. Her blue shield was quickly shattered as well, and the telepath found herself looking at the landscape of Rand's mind once more, hordes of his tormentors turning, raising their blunt blades and heading for her...or was she in the NGC, with Morgan in his mech, saying that she had betrayed him and Sey, leveling his gun at her...or was Elvi dragging her up the stairs in Rage's? Bodies of her friends all around, walls crumbling, Flare laughing...No, no, none of it was real. Owle could still feel Sey's presence beside her. The taint could not interfere with her telepathic senses. While one part of her power clung to the white mage, the other part began working, steadily dismantling the illusions, pushing them back, forcing them away from her.

She could not interfere in the dream. She was not aware of the dream. But Sey, and doubtless the taint as well, could still feel Owle's presence there.

[Sey]

Sey was thrust into a world of darkness, the mind shattering pain of Samael fighting against her seal ripping her soul into pieces. She wouldn't give up though... She couldn't give up.

V13 Virus

"Hello my angel, we finally meet." It was a lie again; this human form was a bastardization of the true spirit.

A voice registered in her ears and Sey forced herself to open her eyes, catching sight of the black visored figure. It's voice was familiar...

V13 Virus

"I'm sorry to draw you into this dreamstate so abruptly, but I had to communicate with you before lies were spit at you." Its hands were clasped together, almost in mock prayer. "You have been betrayed my angel. Samael is sealed within you and they still fight."

She tried to respond but it seemed as though her lips were frozen shut on her face and Sey sat there as the words boomed in her ears, unable to reply.

'I know they still fight... Though they fight with no organization. Without their leader they are lost!' The thoughts were merely thoughts in her mind and did little to ease the rising doubt within her. The voice had guided her out of the tent... She could trust him; couldn't she?

V13 Virus

"Your fellow clerics are not just healing the wounded, but are now actively killing their enemies for revenge." It had tasted the anguish of a lost love one from some far off wall, a brief investigation later and he had a story he could skew into whatever it wanted.

"It seems that Barton has become overcome with blood-lust" The false-sadness echoed throughout the bleak chamber, "No longer wanting the protection of their town, but truly wanting the total domination of their enemy."

"I feel this is partly my fault" It was totally his fault, "For not looking far enough into the future."

A shiver shot down her spine.

Blood lust? Children of Falis venturing outside of their temple to kill? She had never ever heard of such a thing... Clerics never left the Temple except in times of dire emergency, and -

Sey stopped her train of thought and felt a cold, dark loneliness settle in her stomach. The Temple was gone. Their friends, HER friends, killed. They had the motivation and they were merely human...

"No..." The word fell from her lips as her hope was drained from her, the final barrier of her soul gone. The very foundation of her life had been cracked, her faith: doubted and her friends gone. Cracks formed around her mind and the voice's words seeped into her, twisting and infecting her lost and confused beliefs. It was right... They were killers- she felt the truth behind his words.

V13 Virus

"So awake my angel, and remember my words. You can return to your town of false promises. Or take up your armor and staff and fight the injustice once again. Because justice is not just for your allies, it is for all human beings."

"Because justice... is not just for my allies." Sey arched her back in pain and blinked her eyes back into focus; the ceiling of Samael's room swirling back into her mind. She was in James' arms... And she knew why she had come here. All of them - they had sinned against Falis. She had to show them retribution - she had to show them the light.

What was that piece of advice Ancilla and Toban had given her before?

'A foolish loyalty can be the greater danger.'

Her loyalty to Barton was based upon her Temple which was conveniently destroyed. She now knew what kind of people lurked in the Town... Murderers... Blasphemers... Sinners - ALL of them. She had given her trust to everything and everything and she was betrayed. Only Falis and the voice were there to help her... Only they had aided her in her fights. She could trust them; and only them.

She knew why Falis had shown her Samael, why he had guided her to places filled with evil. He didn't want her to kill Samael... He wanted her to replace him.

Owle Isohos

But Sey, and doubtless the taint as well, could still feel Owle's presence there.

There was a familiar, warm presence at the edge of her cold mind and Sey realized that it was Owle. Owle Isohos... A woman who had caused so much damage to a man, all in the name of a pathetic pendant...

'Owle Isohos... Are you ready to atone for your sins?' Sey sent as she attempted to move her battered body in James' arms, wanting to move away from the man she had once trusted. He was one of the worst... He dared to threaten his life.

'Are you ready to be forgiven?'

[Lost Guardian]

Sey

'Owle Isohos... Are you ready to atone for your sins?' Sey sent as she attempted to move her battered body in James' arms, wanting to move away from the man she had once trusted. He was one of the worst... He dared to threaten his life.

(( Um... WHO'S life? sweatdrop James has never made a threat against anyone. xp

...other than threatening Sey to try and convince her to stop acting like an id'jit. xd ))

When the sight returned to Sey's eyes, the first thing that she saw was James looking down at her; not with a scowl or a stern expression saying that he was about to lecture her on her own lack of self-preservation intsincts, but with a delighted smile that came as he saw her begin to move again under her own power. Instinctively, he tightened his grip upon her, hugging her a bit tighter and a bit closer against his chest.

"Shh..." he whispered, trying to calm her as she struggled against his grip, "You need to rest, you're very tired."

There was little she accomplished by squirming, other than twisting her stiff muscles in knots and sending twinges of pain wracking through her body from the injuries she sustained. They might have been healed, though they were not forgotten, and no matter what state of repair her body might be in, she had been greatly taxed to the limit of both mental and physical exhaustion.

"Just go back to sleep," he added, leaning his head down and pressing a light kiss onto her forehead after brushing away a few strands of mussed hair with the hand he had nearest, "I'll take you home..."

[Sey]

Finally Josh

"Just go back to sleep," he added, leaning his head down and pressing a light kiss onto her forehead after brushing away a few strands of mussed hair with the hand he had nearest, "I'll take you home..."

"I have no home." The white mage whispered matter of factly as she craned her face to meet James with the kiss - though hers had nothing but necesisity behind hit. Forcing her dwindling supply of holy energy through her lips and into James, Sey felt his grip on her loosen and she pushed him away and stumbled to her feet.

"Dream of forgiveness, James Black."

Spells

Maiden’s Kiss – Focusing her holy aura into her lips, Sey kisses a target, negating their magic abilities/barriers/stopping their spell casting and causing sleep in the effected target for a duration of 7 minutes. Being physically attacked wakes the effected target. However, the silence status effect is still in effect for 5 minutes, until healed.

[Lost Guardian]

Sey

"I have no home." "Dream of forgiveness, James Black."

Spells

Maiden’s Kiss – Focusing her holy aura into her lips, Sey kisses a target, negating their magic abilities/barriers/stopping their spell casting and causing sleep in the effected target for a duration of 7 minutes. Being physically attacked wakes the effected target. However, the silence status effect is still in effect for 5 minutes, until healed.

James was a bit surprised at the sudden forwardness of the girl he held cradled like a helpless child, not knowing of her intention with the kiss, just knowing that the last few times she had tried such a thing had been of genuine intent... the lasting effects that her first kiss had left on his desire to follow through with more of the same were dwindling by her recent shows of affection; the words, the movements, the blushes, and the other kisses...

She craned her head up to meet with his as he had bent his own down, touching their lips together rather than letting his meet with the sweat-covered skin of her forehead. Almost instinctively, he tightened up the muscles in his right arm, curling her a little closer and pressing her a little harder against him... he barely even felt the effects that the spell had upon the kiss.

It broke, however, like a wave upon the shore, simply shattering into a million pieces in an instant. One moment he could feel nothing but the warmth of her body against his chest and her lips against his own, and the next he could barely focus on reality itself... His head was swimming, his balance failed, and he was left with nothing left to keep him from drifting into nothingness other than the tight grip of his fingers twisting around the cloth of her robes to keep from dropping her.

'...what a woman...' were the only thoughts that managed to make it through his addled brain as his knees buckled, dropping him sharply to both knees upon the stone floor and sending a shock of pain shooting upwards through his entire body upon the contact. He was already too far gone to notice what was happening, unable to recognize the spell which she had cast upon him that very first time she had leaned up and kissed him.

The world darkened, the feeling that remained in his body melted away to a gentle numbness, not even allowing him to feel her body anymore, the only remanants of her presence beside him were the gentle warmth that remained and the fading memory of the kiss... and then everything went black.

James fell forward unconciously, dropping the rest of the way onto the floor and cracking the side of his head against the ground. It would have been painful, horrifyingly painful, if the spell hadn't stolen his ability to feel. Instead he remained as he was, not moving, not flinching, motionless, face-down upon the cold stone floor of the chamber with his arms wrapped tightly around the priestess that he lie atop.

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(( *Cackles.* Even when I'm being relentlessly romantic I'm still utterly 3bil. xd

I wonder if that utterly exhausted little girl has enough strength left in her to push him off of her and drag herself away... Especially considering her arms are pinned under him as well. blaugh

*Puts her in a figure-four leg lock.* Oh YEEEEEEEEAH!!! scream </Macho Man Randy Savage> ))

[Joseph Brown]

The Forgotten One was not one to sit idly by while the actions of a clumsy oalf prevented his angel from making it to her own ceremony on time. It had to lend her its power, correction, he had to steal someone else's power and feed it to her.

A chair of black dark matter formed around the embodiment of The Forgotten, the sad thing about creating an embodiment was that it made time go so much slower. It called forth the soul of a slain mercenary, still drunkenly swaggering around the darkness like he did in life.

"Who the hell are you?" The Merc burped and slurred at the dark figure. It happened to be the same mercenary that had delivered the sword to his angel.

"I thought you should meet what killed you"

"Killed?" The rage began to well up inside the soul, "I'm Dead! YOU FUC..."

"Do you hate me?" The figure interrupted maintaining an emotionless demeanor.

"******** Hate you?!" The cursing mercenary continued, "I despise you, you b*****d!"

"Good" The darkness consumed the lost spirit, plunging earthreal tendrils into him. Consuming the hatred and storing it, while the rest of the sprit was rented into pieces. A meaningless end for a meaningless human.

The Forgotten one commanded the dark matter to return the spirits hatred to the real world. And like a liquid being poured into an empty cup, the hatred briefly filled Sey.

"Let other people hate for you my angel." The voice echoed through Sey's mind, "For their hate can be your strength."

Never forget the Techs

Forgotten strength - I once hated a man so much I wanted to beat him to death using his own arm a club. It was just as satisfying as I imagined.
The Forgotten One sees hate as a source of power, not weakness. The Forgotten One can turn his knights hatred into brute strength. Concentrating all ones hatred is a taxing process, after the effects wear off the knight suffers the effects of Slow.

[Owle Isohos]

Sey

'Owle Isohos... Are you ready to atone for your sins?' Sey sent as she attempted to move her battered body in James' arms, wanting to move away from the man she had once trusted. He was one of the worst... He dared to threaten his life.

'Are you ready to be forgiven?'

As Owle broke through the taint's illusions, Sey's voice washed over her, dark and cold.

Sey...? Owle asked, uncertain. Are you alright? What are you talking about? Is it because I inadvertantly healed Samael?

Through Sey's eyes, the telepath witnessed what her friend did to James. Miss Sey! What are you doing? He was trying to bring you out of there! He's been protecting you all this time...what is going on?

She could feel no lasting effects of the taint, no matter how much she looked at Sey's mind sig. There was nothing she could fix, but something must be there. Why else would Sey be acting this way? But how could she fight what she couldn't see?

...Sey would have to fight it. Sey would need to realize, and fight it.

Sey...before I felt something, touch your mind. It wasn't me, or anyone who was connected to the network. It was probably one of the enemy telepaths...they decimated our East Wall before. I think they've done something to you...but I can't detect anything. Please, Miss Sey, humor me and search for anything that's out of place. I'll help you in any way I can.

((Keep in mind, Brad is waiting just outside the room...before you leave the tent, let him react.))

[VTMarik]

Kayli walked slowly into the camp. Her eyes slowly surveyed the area that Ryoko had recently burned, and toward that tent again. Something was different... she couldn't place her finger on it, but her teacher always taught her to go with her instincts as she slid the safety off of the new pistol she had been given. She drew it slowly, finger along the barrel as she walked towards the tent. She stopped near the center of the camp and stood tall, shouting so the camp could hear her.

Samael! I've come to parley for the priestess, so send out a representative and negotiate with me!

[Lost Guardian]

Kayli Montecarlo

Kayli walked slowly into the camp. Her eyes slowly surveyed the area that Ryoko had recently burned, and toward that tent again. Something was different... she couldn't place her finger on it, but her teacher always taught her to go with her instincts as she slid the safety off of the new pistol she had been given.

(( I'd say it had something to do with the fact that every other person you see around there is a corpse, various things are on fire, there is a trial of charred corpses leading away from the tent, and in every concievable direction there are mercenaries and demons fighting against things that appear to be living shadows.

...yeah, something was different... ninja ...but I can't place my finger on it. ))

[VTMarik]

Finally Josh

(( I'd say it had something to do with the fact that every other person you see around there is a corpse, various things are on fire, there is a trial of charred corpses leading away from the tent, and in every concievable direction there are mercenaries and demons fighting against things that appear to be living shadows.

...yeah, something was different... ninja ...but I can't place my finger on it. ))

Kayli spat, this scene was almost too bad for her. She switched the safety on as she holstered her M92F and readied her shotgun. She approached the tent and yelled at the entrace.

Hey! Priestess! I've come to... escort you back to town.

[Lost Guardian]

Kayli Montecarlo

Kayli spat, this scene was almost too bad for her. She switched the safety on as she holstered her M92F and readied her shotgun. She approached the tent and yelled at the entrace.

Hey! Priestess! I've come to... escort you back to town.

Inside the tent, not a thing moved, not a sound was made, and there was no responce to Kayli's comments other than the motion of the canvas of the tent as the wind passed through.

All around there was nothing but corpses, though in the distance the sounds of fighting were present all around in the darkness; screams and shouts, the smell of blood hanging thick in the air. Inside of the tent, however, there was nothing of this, simply the cold dirt of the ground and the cold corpse of a man named Harold.