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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 8:21 pm
flashstorm (( 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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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:02 pm
(ok, lets try this)
In his gasious form, Aronoth was traveling the country, carried by the light breeze coming from the East. It is actually more dangerous being air than you might think. You have to avoid trees, breathing creatures, and fire, all in an attempt to avoid part of your body being consumed. Fire can easily be the most dangerous, in the alarming rate the flames can eat your oxygen heart. Which is why Aronoth instantly turned back to normal as he was passing the seemingly neverending fire that he would later know to be Anier. As he gazed upon the flickering buildings, images of his early years began flickering past his eyes. Images of his home burning to the ground as he ran away, his father in his hand. With a tear in his eye, Aronoth knew he had to do something to end the chaos. Just as he began to "brandish" his Bow of the Elements, he heard the crunching of snow as someone approached him from behind...
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:26 pm
flashstorm (ok, lets try this) In his gasious form, Aronoth was traveling the country, carried by the light breeze coming from the East. It is actually more dangerous being air than you might think. You have to avoid trees, breathing creatures, and fire, all in an attempt to avoid part of your body being consumed. Fire can easily be the most dangerous, in the alarming rate the flames can eat your oxygen heart. Which is why Aronoth instantly turned back to normal as he was passing the seemingly neverending fire that he would later know to be Anier. As he gazed upon the flickering buildings, images of his early years began flickering past his eyes. Images of his home burning to the ground as he ran away, his father in his hand. With a tear in his eye, Aronoth knew he had to do something to end the chaos. Just as he began to "brandish" his Bow of the Elements, he heard the crunching of snow as someone approached him from behind... As Issildia neared the edge of the forest the acrid scent of smoke overwhelmed her senses. The war charger that she rose tensed and threatened to bolt, but stood it's ground as Anier came into view. The Western end of the city was aflame, smoke pouring into the sky above, as the once white western wall turned dull with ash. Issildia spurred her steed into a faster gait as the they neared the edge of the forest. It was then as they topped the rise that marked where the forest's domain ended, that Issildia's attention focused on the sudden appearance of what seemed to be a traveler... Issildia unsheathed her blade Sumar and turned back to the battle, a dark glint in her eyes. "You would do well to leave here traveler," she said without turning to face the stranger, "This war does not concern you,and would only bring you harm...leave..." she said,her voice was cold and emotionless..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 8:19 am
Streak decided it was time for him to rise from the battlefield. As he began to move an officer approuched him.
"Commander Lightening? Is that you? I thought you died on your transit to the temple. It is great to see you." Said the officer. He then bowed. "Now that you're here we can teach this Celtaire Scum not to mess with us."
"Hmm.... We shall see. I'm currently on a special mission, by request of Issildia Nevar and Demitri Zarian. They especially requested my help." Streak replied.
"Oh dear. Then it will grieve you to know that Commander Zarian has.....passed away." The officer said.
"One down, one to go. that is bad news, has someone informed Issildia?" Streak asked.
"I don't know." Replied the officer. "I sincerly hope that she hasn't as it will probably effect her battle ability."
"I also hope she hasn't, because I want to see the look on her face when I tell her." Streak replied. "Return to your post. I may meet you again."
"Thankyou, commander." The officer then bowed and left to re-join the battle.
Streak suddenly felt draw towards Talnea Forest. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that it was Issildia, as that is where his instincts normally lead him.
"Finally, we shall meet. Streak, or should I say I, will finally have revenge on Issildia for the death of his, my, parents." Streak then laughed, changed to shadow form and raced towards the forest.
((Wow, this has got to be one of the largest posts I've ever done biggrin ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 9:09 am
(((I"m impressed Streak, you have quite accurately predicted Demitri's fate lol, That is actually what happens in the actual book that I am writing, so bravo on the prediction lol)))
Issildia did not wait for a reply from the stranger, she spurred her horse into a gallop and directed the gray beast down the steep decent that led straight into the Larovian ranks.
As she raised her blade in defiance to the hoard, her eye was suddenly caught by something. For near the center of the host, a battle was taking place. Reinsen Nevar was slowly circling a wounded Anierian warrior, preparing to finish off his prey.
Issildia would have quickly brushed this thought from her mind but as the wounded soldier stood she instantly recognized him.
"Demitri!" she shouted above the roar of the battle and the hissing of the fire. As she shouted his name Demitri turned to look at her, his eyes forlorn and utterly dark.
It was then that Reinsen's blade dove in towards his opponent...
Suddenly Issildia's world began to cave in around her...
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 9:29 am
Aronoth, hearing the voice of warning of a person behind him, quickly turned arround, to find that no one was there. Noticing the sound of a horse beside him, he looked to see what he could only assume to be the person who confronted him. Aronoth screamed "Wait, please wait!", but recieved no reply from the stranger. He than quickly vanished, only to reappear on the other side of the field. There he laid eyes upon the massive battle that waged. He also noticed the horseback person, staring in utter disbelief at a fallen soldier in the war. Understanding what must have happened, he approached person and spoke.
"See, see what war can become. Somewhere in those walls," Aronoth pointed into a building set aflame, "is someone's child, someones father, someones love. You say that this war does not concern me. I say, ever since that day 10 years ago, when I lost my brother to war and my father to sickness, that war will always concern me. I must end the fighting, which is why I must get involved... My name is Aronoth, please tell me how I can help end this."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 9:57 am
Issildia suppressed the drive to cut down this stranger where he stood but abandoned such thoughts. If she did not act Demitri would be killed.
"A kingdom can not have peace without war Aronoth, they are a necessary part of this life." At her words, a white fire raced down the length of her blade.
"Peace and War, a balance and a truth of life, perhaps this kingdom was meant to perish..." she paused before narrowing her eyes, "But I will not stand here and do nothing!"
Suddenly she forced her steed into a gallop that would lead her straight into the Larovian ranks.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:08 am
DarkRaven1217 Issildia suppressed the drive to cut down this stranger where he stood but abandoned such thoughts. If she did not act Demitri would be killed. "A kingdom can not have peace without war Aronoth, they are a necessary part of this life." At her words, a white fire raced down the length of her blade. "Peace and War, a balance and a truth of life, perhaps this kingdom was meant to perish..." she paused before narrowing her eyes, "But I will not stand here and do nothing!" Suddenly she forced her steed into a gallop that would lead her straight into the Larovian ranks. Aronoth shouted "Than let me help you! A parody it may be, but I must help end the fighting!", chasing the stranger, but knowing full well that turning into air is far to dangerous so close to flames and conflicting armies. He ran as fast as he could to the stranger, knowing full well he could never catch up to a steed such as hers. He just prayed the stranger might respond to his call, but just as a precaution, aimed an Arrow of Sound at her, in case his shouts did not catch her attention.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 7:06 pm
"This war can not be stopped by only the will one," Issildia said to herself in reaction to his shout.
As soon as she plowed into the Larovian ranks she choose to fight this battle on the ground and leapt off of her steed, and slid to the ground with her blade instantly sweeping low to slice a soldier's legs out from under him. She then began the grim work of making her way to Demitri and her father Reinsen.
She had seen her father Reinsen Nevar deliver the blow, that she thought had instantly ended Demitri's life, but Reinsen still seemed to be circling his opponent. Though knowing her father, Issildia guessed that he was simply allowing her comrade to suffer a painful death, or perhaps he wished for her to witness Demitri's death.
Either way, she would not allow him to end Demitri's life...
As she banished these thoughts from her mind Issildia thrust her blade Sumar between the armored plates of a Larovian foot soldier, the gave the blade a twist before wrenching it free and lunging out at her next opponent, a soldier armed with a silver tipped spear.
The soldier raced in with his spear to skewer her with a single move, but in her rage Issildia brought the deadly edge of her blade down upon the shaft of the spear, splitting the weapon in two. She then dealt with the unarmed soldier in due course, moving ever closer to Reinsen Nevar and the wounded Demitri.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:43 am
"You say I have the will of but one." Aronoth responded back, still chasing the stranger. "You doubt me." With that,Aronoth paused, and began looking down, as if he was praying. At first, his gloves and amulet started glowing. Than his whole body looked as if it was shining in the sun, growing ever so brighter until it exploded in one very large, blinding flash of light. Aronoth looked smugly at the reaction of one Larovian soldier, as his eyes readjusted and he gazed upon the thousands of new bodies, composed of pure energy, ready for battle. His frantic flee made Aronoth chuckle, he than turned his head to the stranger and spoke " I indeed have the will of my entire fallen race!" With that, Aronoth raised his hand and bow, and the entire army follow suit, the shouts and hollors heard across the land.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 8:06 am
Streak's senses turned to the center of the battle as he heard a cry of the name Demetri. Streak smiled. It took him a while to spot Issildia, but eventually saw her with another. Streak began to run up to Issildia. His complexion was normal, although his mind wasn't, and everything appeared okay. Streak finally reached Issildia.
"Issildia? What are you doing here? Weren't you looking for your father?" Streak pretended he'd not heard the cry, heard of Demetri's fate or even changed (or been possessed) at all. "And who is this?" Streak asked.
((I wondered if you'd notice. It's subtle and a mistake that was done on purpose. The officer saw Demitri unconcious with a blade over him and thought the worst. biggrin but, in the 2nd layer of writing, I predicted it.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 11:35 am
When Streak spoke Issildia did not spare him a glance as she sliced forward with her blade, to slay another of the soldiers. "Get out of here Streak..." Issildia said, with a subtle threat running through her voice, as she brought down the last soldier that stood between she and her father. "Stay your blade, your quarrel is not with him..." she said darkly as she approached her father from behind, Demitri's form still hidden from view. "My quarrel is with all those that oppose me, daughter," said Reinsen Nevar calmly as he turned to face her. His dark azure eyes meeting her own. "Get away from him" hissed Issildia. At this Reinsen turned to reveal Demiti's unconscious form, he set the tip of his blade against Demitri's neck, and as before tendrils of ice crept across the Anierian warrior's neck where the blade met his skin. "How long have you known him daughter, what would you give to see him wake, and survive this day?" The tone of Reinsen's voice was oddly calm, yet there was a cold edge to it. Almost a sense of curiosity, yet still his voice still held a deadly edge. Issildia's body tensed as she gripped her sword in preparation of the inevitable. "Anything," she answered as her eyes darkened. At her answer a chilling smile crept across Reinsen's lips. "Anything...Well that should make this moment all the better..." It was then that his blade slid no more than a few inches across Demitri's neck, leaving a slender cut, no longer than the width of a stiletto knife. As a trickle of blood ran down Demitri's neck, Demitri suddenly came awake and weakly attempted to come to his feet, but Reinsen's blade remained pressed his the warrior's neck. "Now Daughter, let us see how true your word is..." Reinsen paused for a single unbearable instant then spoke once again. "Sheath your blade..." Demitri then tuned his head to watch as Issildia did as Reinsen commanded and sheathed her blade Sumar. "Issildia please don't do this" he pleaded, "My life is not worth this! If you surrender then your life will be forfeit!" As a Larovian soldier then came up behind Issildia to bind her hands she met Demitri's gaze.. "Then it is forfeit..." she said as she finally averted her gaze from his. As the soldier finished binding her hands Reinsen's sword came away from Demitri's neck as he then approached Issildia. "Pitiful" he mused with satisfaction as he brought his icy blade to rest horizontally across his daughter's neck. As with Demitri, tendriels of frost spread outwards a few inches from where the blade me her skin. "And so passes the last of my children," he hissed into her ear. As he ended his statement Issildia felt as the icy blade moved slightly as Reinsen moved to slit her throat. At that moment something slammed into Reinsen from behind causing his sword to disappear from Issildia's neck. Before Issildia could recover from the sudden change of circumstances she heard the sickening sound of a sword rending flesh and bone. Reinsen Nevar seemed to be kneeling on the ground, perhaps wounded, but these thoughts of hope suddenly abandoned Issildia as Reinsen stood and with one stroke flicked the blood from his blade, for behind him rested the dying form of Demitri Zarian. The Larovian soldier behind Issildia attempted to restrain her but she somehow managed to slip out of the bonds that had restrained her hands and slipped from his grip. Issildia ignored the chaos around her as she came to kneel beside Demitri, taking his blood covered hands in her own. "You can't die" she whispered as she fought back tears. Demitri's eyes seemed to have clouded over as though he was looking at something distant. "Issildia" he said weakly, "Don't let this darkness consume you...for it will only lead to despair..." he pleaded, "You can not change the past..." his voice then faded to a near silent whisper, "I will be waiting Issildia.... Tenna' ento lye omenta..." As he spoke those words his dying breath escaped his lips, and his heart became still. " Tenna' ento lye omenta..." whispered Issildia as she set his bloodied hands on his chest. For a moment all seemed to be silent around her, even though the sounds of battle still filled the air. Silently she removed a silver ring from Demitri's now pale hand and slid it onto her right index finger. The silver band of the ring had been carved into the shape of a snake, the sigil of the Zarian line... Then this moment of tranquility ended as suddenly a soldier came tearing into the area, a great battle ax sweeping towards Issildia, as the ax neared Issildia looked down at her blood covered hands, Demitri's blood she thought to herself. Then at the moment that the ax would have slammed into Issildia's body she drew her blade Sumar in an unseen instant and came to her feet, tears and ash streaked across her face. Her eyes were colder than ever before as she sliced out with her sword in an amazing display of speed and instantly sliced the attacking soldier's head from his shoulders. At that moment a rage unlike any other, had been released inside Issildia, a darkness that would consume her for years to come... Anierian Translations
~Tenna' ento lye omenta~ "Until we meet again..."
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