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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:04 am
Terrain: Forest. All kinds of trees found in the average american forest. Maple, pine, oak, bertch, etc. Average tall trees, grassy areas, no water or ice.
Sky: Few clouds, light blue sky.
Ground: Tighly pack, water perived Earth. Nothing more.
Character positions: 100 yards apart, formally standing straight.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:09 am
- A calming wind wisped through the many trees in the forested area, the branches and needles bending in perfect harmony with the forceful pressure applied by the most basic of nature. Snowflakes drifted lazily with the omnipresent current of air. Bobbing and weaving they drifted to the middle of a large area, the needles and branches no longer a gentle sway, but bending and breaking away as they were forced into a circular pattern while the air collected there and the snowflakes fell lightly to the ground. Creating a small blanket of frosty mist, the snow began to glow an intriguing turquoise. As if mother earth herself pushed the man from the ground, a figure rose from the void of unless ice and snow. And eternal tundra of darkness used only by the most skillful of warriors to travel.
With a small jolt, the figure stopped rising and stood there, the wind now collecting the fallen flakes of cold and drifted on, dissipating, as if it never carried a burden such as the one it had recent released. The figure was that of a man, standing erect to a full 6'4", shoulders broad and muscles relaxed. His face was that of someone who was calm and centered, the medium nose curving over to the tense less mouth, never causing a wrinkling in the pallid flesh which was donned by endless decades in a land devoid of direct sunlight.
The hair fell casually to his eyes, or rather, his right eye and a left patch. On the patch was a symbol inscribed by the maker who would be seemingly unknown. Frosted blue, were his spiky locks, imitating the element of which the man practiced. His icy grey iris observed the land as his ocular slowly went from the left to the right. He shifted once, as if allowing his body to adjust to an item attached to his person. With barely a rustle of cloth, a lump on his back shifted to the left and stayed there.
A long black overcoat, decorated with endless medals of wars fought and won, covered him and whatever he may carry on himself. Black, leather and thick rubber boots were visible beneath the rim of the denim fabric of the coat. The were laced tightly to the man s shin, laces tucked away and strapped down with velcro for maximum movement. His hands, relaxed and un-shaken, rested near the middle of his thick thighs, leather gloves covering them to just past the boney knuckles.
His nostril flared slightly as he breathed in the cold afternoon air, his mouth kept shut as he willed it to do so. Seta Frost had arrived. -
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:37 am
A small, thin beam of red light shot from the ground a mere hundred yards away from the man. It moved in a circular pattern, creating a glowing circle. The light stopped and quickly cut across the circle and exited the circle on the opposing side. It diminished quickly as a shadowed figured rose from the ground.
Once it stopped, the shadow died away revieling a six foot, one inch male elf. His skin was a light brown as if he spent much time in the sun. His hair was a metallic grey and it hung over his right eye. Around his forehead was strapped a peice of black fabric with a steel plate attached to it with an insignia that matched the glowing circle beneath him. His eyes were narrow and a cold grey. Around his nose, mouth, chin, and neck hovered a black scarf. It firmly covered all those parts and left a two foot tail. Without the wind present in his location, the tail seemed to hover as well. His torso covered by a one inch thick, black top woven tightly of black thread. It remained protective and light in weight. His neck held a pendant with a ruby placed in onix. There were two black straps that traveled his shoulders. His hands were wrapped in tradition gause wraps found on fighters and boxers. They held tightly and securely. His pants were black and were slightly baggy around the ankles. covering his feet were black, leather shoes. The bottoms consisted of four layers of tightly compacted leather. They were as hard as stone, yet flexable enough to shoes. A metallic shine quickly flashed from his shoes.
He rolled his neck around until it had cracked a few times. he stretched and crunched his fingres together, and rolled his wrists. He loosened the rest of his joints and relaxed his body into an up right position. He watched intentivally at his surroundings. It was easy to take them in and he began thinking of the endless possibilties. he took in a deap breath and released it slowly. The air around him began to grow in temperature.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:04 pm
His body sat still while his mind racde with ideas. Tall tree means time to think, and perfect moments. Flieing men ment screwed in two ways. One for them, and one for you.
Flamo staggered his feet and waved his left arm back and around only to return to it's resting place. His right arm lifted palm facing the ground until it reached its peak. Only then would it snap up and the palm would face Seta. He would remain like this until last moment where a dome of ice, aproximately a foot or so thick, would form instantly around here. This was timed y his left hand. His right hand motioned spikes to shoot toward Seta. From the dome came a long sharp spike heading at high speed towards Seta's torso. From behind the dome, next to the dome(on both sides), and in front of the dome came a total of four stone spikes heading for Seta. One for his head, one for his legs and waist, and the rest were aimed a foot to each side of Seta's torso. This created five spikes moving at high speeds toward the falling Seta. Combined with their spacing, Seta's fall, and their speed, sometihng would hit
The ice dome would absorb not only the impact of the ice blades, but the blades themselves, blending elemenet with element.
After letting his arm and hand down, Flamo began to move around in a random motion inside the dome. The dirt below his feet crunched as if something were stabing into it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 5:37 pm
Flamo was in a life ro death situation. At the rate the ome was closing in, he only had seconds to live. He had to think of a way to get out. Due to the non complexation of Seta's counter, this idea took only a matter of one, short second.
Flamo dropped to the ground, landing on his back. He curled his hands into fists and slammed the ground next to him. Next to his fists rose stone spikes. Seems these things were going to become a big part of this battle. The spikes were rather fast and would either stop the ice from shrinking, or shatter. Chances were shatter. However, this would not stop the side of the dome from shrinking in. From the ground came four stone pillars. Nothing from these would do any more damage than ramming. But damage was not ihs intent now. The pillars would rise and push the ice dome off the ground with just enough time to for him to roll out from under it, for its shrinking size would cause it to fall inward through the pillars. In his wake, he left a pocket of hot air, not to be distinguished by anything other than Flamo.
The dome would come crashing to the ground. It would most likely shatter into peices, and once it did, a small sliver shot off and hit Flamo in his left arm, injuring it slightly and causing minor iritation. but do to his high body temperature, the blood veins and vesels were sealed shut and the sliver melted away. He quickly formed the ice into water, and remove it from this realm as fast as he brought it. he had made his mistake, and he almost died for it.
Flamo couldn't be on the defensive anymore. but he couldn't go offensive quite yet. So he did the one thing that would hide him, and allow him to do much more than he normally could.
He stood up and began jumping up into the trees. The metallic luster from the bottom of his shoes was mroe apparent now than ever. Attached to his shoes were half inch steel spikes. He planted his feet into each tree trunk firmly and quickly pushed off for the other tree. Each time climbing higher and higher. Since the soil was dry, trees didn't grow more than fifty meters high unless they were grown by magicians tricks. Flamo would hide in the tree tops, moving around silently until he had the perfect time to strike. The tree tops had now made him invisible.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 9:28 am
This was all great and all, but the impudent Flamo made an error. He turned his back to the Lord. He calmly reached to the breast of his coat and pulled out a Glock. Taking careful aim, he fired three rubber pellets at Flamo's exposed temple. He would go down and probably die when hit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 7:55 pm
(( How cheap. I expect more from you Seta dearie. >_> ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 12:32 pm
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