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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:50 pm
(((Ack! xd you renamed Kyrie's avi lol)))
"Issildia" said Demitri as he glanced at her, as the changes in Azrielle began to take place.
"What is happening?" she asked as she removed her right handed glove.
"I don't know" said Demitri, "Can you do anything?" he demanded his eyes hardening as he looked at her then back at Azrielle.
Issildia only shook her head slightly then spoke, "I don't know what is happening but I might be able to slow the process, but not stop it..."
Demitri nodded, "Do what you have to"
Issildia then slid a slender dagger from her belt, "Locus desperatus" she said as she slid the blade along her palm, "Tanka tel' taurnin"
She then clenched her fist and allowed the blood to drip upon the ground.
"Post hoc ergo propter hoc"
Frost now circled outwards from the her blood, but there was an odd luinesence to the ice as it slowly crawled outward.
It took a moment for Issildia to utter the last phrase, as though it took a great effort to speak.
"Thanga yassen templa" she finished. Suddenly the frost on the ground race outwards, still carrying the faint glow. Though the area that she Demitri and Azrielle were on was covered in this thin film of ice, the luminescence seemed to center in around ground that Azrielle stood upon. Suddenly there was a great flash of light as the frost suddenly retracted on itself and upon reaching the center point were Issildia's blood had touched the ground, the frost dissipated completely.
Issildia then spoke her voice giving the impression that she had been weakened in the act.
"I can do nothing more" she looked up at Demitri as he spoke, "You mixed Necromancy with an Anierian spell, I didn't know that was possible."
Issildia then slowly came to her feet, "Nor did I... even so, at most all it will do is buy us some time to figure out what is happening to him"
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The Anierians that held domain over the element of Water had been assembled at the top of Anier's walls, they would be the first defense against the invaders. Already the surface of the lake was shifting oddly as the few Water Elementals that were left prepared themselves for the worst.
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Jadea and Damien stood on the bank opposite of the approaching army waiting for Luin Ryera's orders. This battle would decide whether Larovia would continue to regard the Ryera's as allies or not. Behind Damien and the impatient Jadea waited their host of the Dead that Damien had summoned not long ago. These creatures posses bodies of shadow and mist, and as such no physical weapon could harm them...
(((Anierian and Necromantic Translations
~Though a shadowed passage
~~May a path be discovered
~Within this darkness
~~May Shelter be found)))
(and FYI~Anierian based off of Elvish from Lord of the Rings and Necromancy based of Latin~))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 3:58 am
The transformation was complete. Streak's eyes flickered. He sat up to find himself tied up. "This just proves it. They don't trust him. Hmm....." Streak thought. Streak decided he's have to wait for someone to come. "I wonder who will come to rescue Streak or should I say I wonder who will come to rescue me?" Streak then laughed quietly.
((Different effect to last time I know, but I wanted to try something different. And I'm all alone so I couldn't go on a rampage.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:42 am
The guards that had been keeping watch over Streak had departed upon recieving commands to go to their posts, for a vast army now approached.
Streak was left alone for some time until a young soldier passed by the healing ward and happened to see Streak tied up.
"What are you doing here, the city is under siege!" said the young soldier as he quickly untied Streak's hands, "Get out of here while you can"
The young soldier shouted over his shoulder as he ran from the room to rejoin his unit as they assembled along the outer walls with their bows drawn, with flame tiped arrows notched and at the ready.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 3:48 am
Streak grinned. "That was easier than I thought." Streak thought. He walked towards the battlefield. "They will probably be around here somewhere." He looked around making sure he could be seen from all angles. He wasn't going to fight but instead he was going to defend himself and no-one else and wait to be approched. Several troops from both sides attacked him as he appeared to be on the opposite side. He took them all down easily without killing them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 1:29 pm
Archers took their places along the top of the city walls as the army approached. Because of Lake Veldan's great expanse the enemy was out of bowshot, so the archers would have to wait until their targets came into range.
Though already a number of the Anierians that held dominion over Water were being sent out onto the Lake in slender crafts that presented a smaller target to the enemy's archers. The dark surface of the lake rippled in unusual patterns near the shore. Obviously when the enemy attempted to cross the Lake, the Anierians would spring their trap.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:58 pm
Chehero sat bolt up in her bed. Danger was aproching, Wokada hummed silently in the blankets as if gathering energy for a battle. confused Chehero quickly gatherd up her things and headed out the door in search of Issildia the one she had meet earlyer that day. if possible she was going to seek out the answers to the unease of the palace and if it was a battle she would help, if it were needed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:15 am
As Chehero bolted upright a guard suddenly appeared in the doorway. "My apologies for intruding, but the council has given orders for your evacuation, we are on the eve of battle and if Keirdon is to lend us aid, it would not do well for you to be killed because of our inability to keep you out of harm's way."
The guard then took a breath, his voice was obviously stressed as he continued. "A boat at the northern most pier waits for you, it would do well for you to be there within the hour...One of my men will be there to see you to the shore, he will inform you further on the situation, and the safest course away from our lands."
The guard then bowed to Chehero, "I bid you farewell then, and may the light grant you guidance in darkness"
The guard then quickly stood and departed, leaving Chehero to prepare for her departure.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 12:08 pm
Chehero grumbled, she wanted to help out. She was a skilled worrior, one who had trained extensivly in the army, she wasn't going to abandon this so easly. "But I can fight..." Chehero insisted, though the gaurd dissapeard as quickly as he had come.
"I don't have a good feeling about this." Wokada mutterd.
"I know neither do I." Finding no reason to argue the request Chehero headed from her door, She would have to make her way to the pier.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 3:49 am
Streak continued to wait for someone to approuch him and not attack him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 10:38 pm
Chehero continued down the corridors she was taking along way about leaving because she could sence a growing need in her that she needed to stay to help fight. Passing back down the corridor by the healing room she spied streak. "I thought that he would have left there by now." hissed the dragin sitting on her shoulder.
"obviously not something must be terribly wrong." Chehero paused for a moment to gather her thoughts as she slowly proceded closer. " A-are you, alright?" she questioned lightly, completely forgetting about the boat out of aneir to Keirdon.
"I dont' think that you-"
"-Dina." Chehero snapped, completely intrupting the dragin on her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:36 am
(((I'm going to warn you guys that the first part of this story is rather sad, crying but let me say that revenge is sweet, and will be delivered in due course. twisted )))
As soon as Demitri crested the top of the rise atop his steed he gasped and his face paled. The combined forces of Reinsen and Darsha Nevar were racing towards Anier.
He had watched Reinsen freeze the entire surface of Lake Veldan with a single spell, Anier's enemy had grown powerful indeed, Demitri thought to himself.
Demitri quickly banished these thoughts from his mind as a mightily battering ram suddenly appeared from within the Larovian ranks massed before the main gates of Anier. As a number of soldiers came forth to man the enormous ram so that they might break down Anier's gates, a rain of flame tipped arrows suddenly rained down from the white walls that surrounded Anier.
At this, the Larovian spell casters moved outwards to the outer edge of the Larovian soldiers arrayed at the gate. The spell casters then proceeded to deal with the arrows in due course, uttering only a single word that would result in the arrows being knocked from the air and away from the Larovian host. Even so a number of arrows raced through these wards to embed themselves in the bodies of the warriors, killing them where they stood.
The first volley of arrows was quickly followed by many more, that felled many of the Larovian's, still more soldiers marched on to fill their places, their feet moving to the steady crashing of the battering ram that was pounding the heavy ironwrought gate that stood between Larovia and the conquest of the White City.
Suddenly there was a great crash as the gates finally gave way, opening wide to allow Reinsen Nevar to step through onto the polished stone causeway, that led through the heart of the White City. Reinsen stepped through the rubble of the ruined gate, an eerie glint of satisfaction in his eyes, "Leave none alive" he said darkly as he paused for a moment as hundreds of Anierian warriors suddenly leapt out of the many buildings that surrounded Reinsen.
Reinsen seemed undeterred by this as a bone chilling smile played across his face, "All will burn, no longer a White City...only ashen...nothing more than forgotten legacy."
As the Anierian warriors neared Reinsen, their weapons drawn glinting with deadly intent, the Emperor of Larovia extended his hand towards the city before him.
Then suddenly a child's scream from within one of the seemingly empty buildings was heard, at this smoke began to pour out of the building, soon after the smoke came a pillar of flame that rose up out of the open window drowning out the cries of the child within.
As this transpired a number of other buildings suddenly became saturated with smoke and flame.
As Demitri Zarian saw this from the edge of the forest he gave the forest a forlorn look, "Forgive me Issildia" he said softly...he then spurred his destrier into a thundering gallop towards besieged city...
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 7:30 pm
((OOC: gonk well at least I was warned. ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 7:51 pm
silver_tigress18 ((OOC: gonk well at least I was warned. ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 8:12 pm
(( Name: Aronoth Age: 22 Race: Wizemnigot (a race focusing onb broad magic interpretation. They willl take magic to a new level, using it in abnormal but surprisingly powerful ways, sucvh as devilishly enchanted weapondry or inconventional defensive manouvers. Because of their social rejection, past wars have dwindled the members of this race. Their strength comes from their specialization in the magic intepretation they have chosen, along with their extreme determination and cunning. Their weakness often include over-analysing and over-planning situations, along with combat methods that don't involve their area of expertise.) Gender: male Weapons: His weapon is his Enchant Gloves (Crimson Red Gloves that have an image of a lightning bold increstred on the back of the right glove and a flame incrested on the back of the left), which allows him to create his Bow of the Elements whenever he needs too. This bow, which resembles a curved lightning bolt, is made of pure energy. He can also create the arrows for this bow out of pure energy, and the arrows can have different magical properties attached to them (ie: fire arrows, lightning arrows, light arrows). Finally, there is an amulet strung arround his neck which he can use in his most powerful attack, Power of the Elements. Secondary Weapons: N/A Powers: Create/use the Bow and Arrows of the Element, fire basic magic projectiles (ie: fireballs), Power of the Elements (My strongest ability, it depries from my Element Gloves and Element Amulet. I put my hands arorund the amulet, and from the amulet a grand beam extends and does massive non-elemental damage.), Breeze Teleport (allows me to turn into air. This means I can travel long distances very quickly and undetected, much like teleporting), Call to the Faithful (allows me to summon a vast army of pure energy fighters, incantations of fallen Wizemnigots, with the powers instilled in me by the drifting souls of the dead men of my race). Allignment: As a traveler, he is neutral Appearence: Tall, but young looking. Very vibrant looking, bright and light skin. Blond, short, wild hair. Wears a crimson red, billowing cloak with a midnight blue lightning bolt on the back. Wears an amulet, incrested with 4 unknown stones, colored red, blue, green, and yellow. His eyes change color depending on his mood. I have a picture drawn, I'll post it in a bit.  Biography: As a Child, Aronoth lived hapily with his father and brother in the quiet community of Ruelden, in the isolated land of Enodia, with the short number of Wizemnigots left in existance. They lived peacefully until one day, when Aronoth was at the tender age of 12. On that day the massive Brotos (the Wizemnigot's rival race) army had located the small community and began attacking it ruthlessly. Aronoth's Brother, having 18 years of age and batteling experienced, volunteered to help defend the community. However, Aronoth was instructed to flee with his sick father in fear of getting involved in the war. Reluctantly, Aronoth and his father accepted, and left together by the blanket of Night. However, Aronoth's father's sickness was getting worse, and the traveling was making it no better. Within 12 months, Aronoth's father had perished, and Aronoth roamed the lands alone, knowing that he must now be the only Wizemnigot alive. )) ((now,how shall I integrate this character into this story?))
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