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 Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 11:19 am
~Soon the same screams of terror could be heard within the walls of Faltora, the guards now facing off with the enemy. Within the Larovian camp, which was now overrun with Trenian soldiers, Akurei released an indigo colored flare into the heavens above. It was then that an explosion was seen, only it was from within the confines of the Southern borders of the city. There, a man dressed in a white gown, and armed with a Black Sword, stood facing off with the rear guard. His dark hair hoverring in the heat of the flames as he passed calmly walked towards the guards that stood in his path.~
Is that him? The one they call the Horseman of War?
Your time has come. Sink unto oblivion.
~With a blink of his eyes, a pillar of fire suddenly errupted beneath the guard that stood in his path. They screams for mercy falling on deaf ears as he walked through the flames as if he they were a doorway. Once he emerged, he was confronted by another set of Guards, which would soon meet the same fate...Death.~
((The Nothern and Southern Borders are now under attack.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:02 pm
When the battle broke out within the city Nicholas did not move or respond in any fashion, as if he did not intend on fighting back.
"So, the betrayal comes sooner than expected..."
Issildia watched in disbelief as Nicholas stood in silence, before she turned to leave him there.
Quickly she intercepted a Faltorian captain who was attempting to sort out his soldiers as a number of them were considering the thought of deserting.
"To arms, all of you! Send half of your men to the south gate and the rest to the north!" she ordered.
For a moment the band of soldiers faltered, but after only a moment they took up their weapons and set off to the southern end of the city.
Issildia looked back at Nicholas Remos who stood in silence atop the western parapet for only a moment before her form disappeared into shadow.
Immediately she reappeared at the southern gate in time to witness as a group of guards were slain by a man wielding a black sword. Without hesitation Issildia drew her blade Nyththirren in preparation for battle.
With a subtle gesture of her left hand, three crystal like shards of light came into being at her fingertips, immediately the three shards of light shot forward faster than any arrow towards the man that was laying waste to the Faltorian guards.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:05 pm
((actully Sin's questions are part of his character, becouse Sin has spent his entire life in the Monkoto temple he has no real clue as to whats been going on in the world or any of it's past history so by going back, reading the first page, and then useing that knolage would be changeing Sin's character... Metagame thinking my friend, metagame thinking 3nodding
also I tend to have a hard time reading back history as well, I prefer to get the story from the characters... makes it more intresting to RP, but I will at least read the characters and what creatures I'm faceing though...))
Sin slept in his bed after spending nearly the entire night on the battlements drawing the runes on the towers. He stirred lightly in his bed as a soldier ran passed his room and continued to sleep, after a few moments a clang was heard followed by many more from outside his room. Grumbling he sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. After a few moments the sounds died down and there was an un-earthly quiet.
Sighing and yawning at the same time, a feat that took Sin many years to master, he stood up out of his bed and headed for the drawer pulling out his clothes and getting ready to change.
Suddenly his door burst down and a armored Maharan stepped into Sin's room, His sword blooded, and his eyes cold. He looked directly at Sin, who still was trying to put on his pants, and smiled a he raised his sword and stabbed at the weary Monkoto. Letting go of his pants Sin side stepped the blade, nearly tripping over his pants, and grabbed the man's wrist bringing up the palm of his other hand right into the forearm of his opponent and breaking the bone in his body.
As the guard screamed out in pain Sin went back to putting on his pants and glanced over at the Maharan as he drew another sword, shorter this time, and lunged fowards with his other arm, slashing towards Sin.
"useless..."
Still without a shirt Sin ducked under the blade this time, and grabbed the man's sholder. He then procedded to slam his other hand, plam fist, into the sholder dislocateing it.
That done he went over to his dresser and picked up his vest, now clean, and threw it on before tieing his bandanna around his head and glareing at the crippled Maharan.
"Ok... now I'm ready to fight you."
With that his eyes glowed a firey red and two other Maharans stepped into the room.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:38 pm
((Thank you my friend. Trust me, if you could not read the races, or the NPCs you would be lost. Even if one of us were to explain it to you. Once you RP with me enough, you will realize exactly what I'm talking about.))
~As the crystal shards headed in his direction, the man only place a hand on the hilt of his blade. With a horizontal slash, he sent the shards back toward Issildia, only they inadvertently made contact with the throats of three of the Faltorian soldiers barring his path. He place his blade back in the sheath, and tightened his gauntlets, as he took on a fighting stance. He made no comment to the woman who attacked him, he only readied himself for battle, as his undead aura became visible, the sparks of electirict leaping from his body.
With a gust of wind the man sprung into action. He charged towards one of the guard, and thrust his palm into his abdomen, somehow causing his flesh to exit through his back. He then took hold of this guard and swund him around and launched his body into the guards approaching from his rear. He then leapt into the air, and vanished. As the guards looked for the man, a rain of fire hailed down to their position, exploding in a wall of napalm once they made contact witht he earth. They gaurd that were trapped in this inferno were creamated as the man's body flaoted back down to the earth. He then began to walk towards the palace, seeming ignoring Issildia's presence altogether. Once he reached her position, he spoke one phrase as he passed her.~
Now is not your time child. This war is not yours to fight.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:56 pm
((I'll be back in about an hour...hopefully. Gotta run a few errands with my daughter. BRB.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 1:54 pm
((don't worry I never go into combat without at least Researching my opponent... at the very least I'd read over his/her profile first... but yeah reading up on all the events that happend before? sweatdrop sorry I get bored easily))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:14 pm
"Perhaps not her war, but it is most certainly mine..." echoed a voice from above.
Issildia turned to look behind her were her expression turned to that of shock. "Lady Matier..."
Lizzera stood atop the stair that let to the battlements with an ivory colored blade in her hands.
"Issildia go to the northern gates...do what you can." Lizzera ordered.
"But Lady Matier..."
"May it be your last act in the service of Anier...Now Go!" Lizzera commanded.
Issildia looked up at the former queen with an expression of both anger and sorrow, but with a final forlorn look she disappeared into the darkness leaving Lizzera alone to face her opponent.
"So...your lord sends out his pets to deal with his prey instead of doing it himself...pathetic."
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:36 pm
~The man only looked at Lizzera before he drew his blade. A sinister smirk came to his face as he took on his stance. It was rare that he would draw his blade at the start of a battle, but he would indeed enjoy this battle, nore than anyone would know.~
Who said anything about sending us to do his dirty work?
~With that, the man charged at her readying his blade, and swinging it at her throat once he was within striking range. Meanwhile, at the Larovian encampment, the commander, Yige launches a white flame into the sky. Its brightness seemingly acting as a flare, and suddenlly revealing the location of two additional forces who had been laying in wait for a pincer attack upon faltora. Akurei was no where to be found at the time, but these new attack squads now struck from the east and the west, led by two women.~
((The East and West walls have fallen under attack.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:59 pm
The wind around them took on an unusual chill as a curious smirk crossed Lizzera's face. Suddenly her form disappeared into thin air as his blade passed through where her neck had previously been.
"You very station implies servitude, you serve your masters just as you serve the Cycle...So why would one such as yourself seek out an enemy on the basis of free will..." Lizzera stated flatly as she reappeared behind him as a maelstrom of wind began to circle them, her power finally coming to light.
Without a moment's hesitation Lizzera leapt forward the tip of her blade darting in towards his torso.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:06 pm
Arcdher froze, from a mile away he could hear the screams and roar from the city. He hid himself, and drew El. His bow was secure on his back. He reflected slightly, following that beast away from the battle, and then leading it farther away, had not been a smart idea, and the bloodstained feathers on his wings were evidence. He was nursing a wound in his shoulder, and a slash across his chest, but he had to reunite with Issildia, and help where he could. He turned, and spread his wings, lifting into the air. It hurt him, but he had to do it. He leaned forward, and swept towards the battle, and soared over the main forces, hoping to reach a building top before he was shot down.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:11 pm
~Dagaal's body disbursed into flames just as the blade made contact with his body. The flames seemed to move about, fusing themselves to the malestrom that sprialled around their bodies, as if to light the wind itself on fire. One he reappeaered, he held his blade in a defensive manner as he brought his leg up in a mighty swing, his target her rib cage.~
You forget one thing Lady Matier. We would not be here less the cycle will a certain death.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:23 pm
Issildia had managed to organize the soldiers after a fashion at the northern borders when they realized that both the western and eastern borders of the city had fallen under seige.
As she drove her blade into the torso of a maharan soldier Issildia heard the terrified screams of the soldiers stationed at the eastern and western gates of the city...but this sound was paired with another sound...wings...
Suddenly the sky above was clouded with the winged forms of azerians.
"They came..." muttered Issildia in disbelief as a massive group of azerians clouded the skies above. The group immediately split into four groups without any verbal prompting, so that one group set off to all sections of the city.
There was a collective clash of weapons as many of the maharans leapt into the sky to face their ancient rivals.
Though as this took place a figure descended from the skies, in his hands was a katana with a wicked blade. He was none other than the lord of the Azerians, Kyrion Iroea.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:37 pm
Archer crashed to a rooftop, and pulled the arrow out of his breast. He couldn't believe what he saw- his brothers, it seemed all of them, in arms. He gasped. "I hate you." He whispered slightly, seeing his leader draw his blade. Archer stood, and whistled an odd tune, to catch the others' attentions, an old Azerien custom between friends.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:40 pm
"Perhaps, but such is the way of things." Lizzera uttered as her form seemed to phase out of the corporeal plane into the very element that she commanded. His attack meriting no result as she returned to a physical form.
"So you Dagaal would be the one to strike me down, you who carries the blood of Anier within yourself...how ironic."
At that moment Lizzera gestured forwards and a torrent of wind, laced with blade like manifestations of air tore forwards at him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:47 pm
~A passing azerian warrior merely glanced at Archer,
"Now is not the time for pleasantries friend." with that the warrior flew on past him to collide in mid air with a maharan, their blades locked as they flew upwards into the sky locked in combat.~
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