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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 12:07 pm
Then he is exerting his hold over Streak from a different location, not within him...then this problem can be remedied...at least temporarilythought Issildia to herself.
"Your own words have betrayed your weakness" hissed Issildia.
"Aut viam inveniam aut faciam" She whispered, her words barely audiably over the roar of battle.
"Auxilio ab alto, Aut vincere aut mori"
The blood that ran down Issildia's crossed scimitars seemed to sink into the blades,
"Ave atque vale..." she finished as the blades suddenly seemed to become slightly transparent.
Suddenly she allowed the scimitars to slide through Streak's neck, through they did not draw blood or harm him in any apparent way. But they had indeed merited an effect.
Issildia seemed greatly weakened by the necromancy that she had preformed and struggled not to fall to the ground.
"Your tie to his body has been severed" she said through gasping breaths, "It will take another passing of the moon's phase to create a new link, three days...until we meet again phantom"
Issildia then slid to her knees, as all of her recently healed wounds from the last few day seemed to reopen, her own blood running through her hands, as she looked back up, a thin cut along her cheek that had been created during her battle with Luin and Damien a few days ago, re-opened and blood began seep from it.
"Three days is more than enough time for me to find and kill you.." she hissed with venom.
(Latin Translations~ "Grant me a way or I shall forge one, I ask the powers that be... to aid me, I offer my life and blood to their workings, Hail and Farewell")
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:04 pm
As the two were preoccupied, Amber's guard had flanked and then surrounded them. The man apparently was being controlled by an unseen force which the woman had just dismissed, quite literally bringing her to her knees. Her smooth features had been noticeably weathered and it seemed that she had been in a great deal of the fighting. The notable feature that drew Amber's attention were her eyes. The burned with a fire of vengeance, passion and sadness. Amber didn't even need enhanced senses to tell that much, or this woman was not an enemy. No Larovian soldier could feel that way now. the sense of loss was too great. Only an Anierian... Still, her guard had insisted on precautions, which Amber listened to. After all, what was the point of having a guard if they would not be used as such? Besides, there were a group of dead soldiers lying around the two. Anierian soldiers. There were too many questions and unknowns to allow for reckless negotiations.
Five of the guard slowly grew from the bushes, bows ready and eyes focused on the pair in the clearing.
"Drop your weapons and you will remain unharmed."
Amber stood behind her captain, out of sight and out of any immediate danger. It was nice to have such protections, especially during a war.
((I hope you do not mind that I took the liberty of describing your character in greater depth. If you do not think it fits, then that is only what my character would see yours as.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:22 pm
((Like I said ,You are doing exactly what I want you to do, displaying things from a different perspective, Exactly what a true writer or author would do. 3nodding ))
Issildia turned her attention to the guards that had revealed themselves, "Unharmed" mused Issildia darkly, "Your idle threats mean nothing, there are none left that remain unharmed by the blood spilt this day."
Though weakened and bleeding, Issildia managed to stand, slowly struggling to her feet, her eyes coming to rest on the guards.
Though Issildia did not raise her blades to challenge them, she did not drop them ,or allow her gaze to waver...
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:36 pm
(((lol xp )))
Issildia looked at the woman with a guarded expression, before she finally spoke, "There are others that are wounded far worse than myself, if you do intend to aid my people then send your healers to see to them..."
It was then that a cloaked Anierian warrior topped the rise that led into the forest, blood stained his azure cloak, and the armor beneath it. He wielded a slender scimitar with a indigo stone embedded in it's hilt.
As he approached Issildia he pulled back the cowl of his cloak, "Alastor!" cried Issildia as she immediately went to his side to steady his already limping walk.
His once bright silver eyes were now nothing more than a dull gray...all hope gone from them.
As Issildia helped him walk towards the woman and her guards, Alastor's knees suddenly crumpled beneath him, his grime covered left hand clutching at his chest where Issildia could see blood seeping through the plates in his armor.
"Where is Demitri?" he said through clenched teeth, "We must sound a retreat."
Issildia quickly sheathed her scimitars and drew one of her many kunai knives from the sheath at her thigh and began to cut the straps that bound the armor to his body.
Issildia helped Alastor to lie flat as she continued to remove his chest plate so she could deal with the wound that plagued him.
As she did this Alastor spoke again, "He's gone isn't he..." he said weakly. His face fell as he looked at Issildia who tried to avoid his gaze as she worked. Finally she spoke, "It was my father that took him, he tried to stop Reinsen from..." Issildia words faded to silence as she finally removed Alastor's armored chest plate, she her face hardened, as she turned to the woman and her guards,
"You said that you have a healer with you..." Her words were not a question or a statement, they were a command...
Issildia struggled to remain stoic and calm as she looked down at the wound in Alastor chest where a barbed Larovian cross bow bolt had impaled him through the right lung, grazing his heart in the process...he didn't have long...
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:27 pm
Her guards allowed the wounded man into the clearing and waited for an order when he collapsed.
Amber threw a glance off into the wood and a pair of servant girls rushed to the wounded man's side. Still, Amber kept her distance and her guards still stood with their weapons drawn.
After several moments, the healers looked grimly up at their lady.
"Just do what you can."
The two girls nodded and motioned for several of the guards to help. They looked at Amber, who nodded in approval, before walking over.
Amber looked over the dying man and struggled to keep herself together. She saw the despair in the young woman at his side. That alone was more pain than she could handle, let alone knowing it was her own fault. This man, despite how little she knew of him, was dying because of her. Indirectly of course, but still. She had failed the people and the soldiers of Anier. They were paying for her failure with their lives.
The guards held the man to the ground, keeping his movements from disturbing the gruesome work that the healers were doing. They placed a stick into the man's mouth and told him to bite down, before producing a long, slender knife.
The look in the man's eyes at the sight of the knife burned into Amber's mind, the sickly horror of a man watching death slowly draw his sickle.
The guards held the man firmly as the healers began to cut into the wound and press against his flesh to make an opening for the blot to be removed. The process might have carved open more of his chest, but they were clean cuts. Pulling the barbs out would have shredded his lung beyond hope.
Just as Amber thought she could bare the muffled screams any more, they cut off abruptly and the bolt was removed. The man must have passed out from shock. They quickly bandaged the man and set him as comfortably as they could.
"The bolt severed an artery in his left lung and tore at the side of his heart on the way. We were able to remove it, but..." The girl said in almost a whisper, her soft pale hands dripping with blood. After a moment of silence, she continued. "He will drown in his own blood and there is nothing we can do. He should be dead in a minute or two."
"Then do what ever you can to make his last moments as pleasant as possible." Amber said numbly, and then motioned at the woman by his side.
"And see what you can do for her."
((I did not know how much to write, particularly whether or not Alastor is to die. Considering that he had a barbed arrow whack into his heart, I doubted he was going to, but you know... umm, just tell me whether or not to change that and all...))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 5:30 pm
(((Yes Alastor is to die, relatively soon actually, he was a minor character some pages back if you didn't know, and an old friend of Demitri and Issildia.))
As the this all transpired Issildia stayed at Alastor's side watching the grim work.
When they finished with Alastor Issildia began speaking in a language not known by those assembled there. "Mellonamin, Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'" she said softly. "Lle ume quel, Quel kaima"
Issildia continued to mutter in this tongue as she bowed her head and like when Demitri died she took Alastor's hand, "Tenna' ento lye omenta, Mellonamin," It was then that the already struggling beat of Alastor's heart began to slow and his skin began to loose it's color.
Finally after a tense moment the warrior's last breath passed into the smoke filled air, and he drew no second breath.
Emotionally numb from the loss of another comrade Issildia stood slowly, "He died an honorable death," she managed to say, her words barely audible.
She was silent for a moment before her eyes fell on what remained of Anier, then gathering what strength she had left ,Issildia turned to face those that had attempted to save Alastor.
"Those that survived will be traveling to Terradova, then onward to Keirdon...I would advise that you do so as well" Issildia said as she slid the cowl of her cloak over he face to hide her features.
"The Larovian army will search the forest when night falls, so it would be best if you left now, to avoid confrontation..." Issildia paused and turned away from the woman and her guards, "And thank you for what you did for my friend....even though there was no hope in the first place...you still did what you could..."
Issildia then unsheathed her blade Sumar in a fluid motion, her movements etched with strife, as she gazed down at the ashen city perhaps hoping to spot her father and end things here and now. But to Issildia's disappointment Reinsen Nevar was no where to be found.
Still she would end him...whether it be one way or another...
(((Anierian Translations~ You shall not be forgotten, even when you pass into the next world, my friend* You lived an honorable life, you may lay down your blade without regret, sleep well...* Until we meet again, my friend)))
(It was something of a prayer in Anierian, and BTW Anierian is based off of Elvish from LOTR and all Necromancy is based off of Latin.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 7:18 pm
A small child was sitting, crying in a corner of a burning home. He could see his father, dead, with a fallen shaft of wood across his chest. The child didn't know what was going on, the heat was causing him to desire sleep... Just as he was about to nod off, though, he heard a crash, and saw the figure of a person immerse from the shadows. However, when the figure approached, the young boy noticed he was not a man. it was of but one color, the folds of his clothing seeming to blend in with its body. The limbs seemed to flicker, as if it was made of pure energy. At first, the child was scared. However, when the thing extended its arm, the child grasped it, and the creature led him out of the house, into safety.
There, in the field. Aronoth gathered all that he could manage to save, along with the four Impressions. He was about to set foot into another part of the city, when he heard crashes and screaming from behind him. He turned arround, to see that the Larovian ranks had broken through the defences, and were now charging into the city by the dozens. He reacted swiftly by touching him amulets, shouting to the Impressions 'Go, bring these to the Southern forest. There, you will see a pale women in a billowing cloak. Find her. Quickly go!"
The Impressions raced off, quickly replaced by a group summoned to combat the intuders. Arnoth brandished his Bow only to be confronted by one of the soldiers, swinging his blade. He raised the bow to block, and the blade was sliced in half by the pure, sharp energy of the weapon. He than began to use the bow as a staff- although he was not as powerful doing so, the bow still effortlessly sliced through the flesh and metal the troops wore. Once he had a chance, he doubled back, and began firing arrows of Sound, hoping this plight might attract some help from the fluid army as it poured into the doomed town.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:54 pm
Amber blinked and looked at the woman's cloaked back.
"You know, you will die just as your friend did if you continue this fight." She said coldly. Judging by her words, it sounded as though the woman did not plan on joining the escape. "There is no point in throwing your life away without meaning."
She regarded the possessed one and then back to the woman.
"I was planning on leading the refugees to Keirdon and heading to Meradea. You two could join us. If not, then..." Amber cut off and let her words hang, waiting for the woman's response.
((Oh, please stay for a while. I am ever so lonely. Why, you could sit in my chair. I call her Linda. Wouldn't you please say hello to Linda? I am sure you would make great friends. Not like the last ones to meet her. Linda did not like them very much at all. I will be missing them. Such a shame that they upset Linda...))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:06 pm
Streak finnaly awoke. He looked around, everythng was a blur. Streak had no memory of what had happened since the shadow by the walls. He didn't know of the large battle lost, or of those passed away. He finally saw loads of dead Anerian soldiers and saw a guard surrounding a woman. He then turned to see Issildia. He felt blood on his neck. He didn't know what to think, were these soldiers traitors? Did that guard kill them? If so, then why wasn't Issildia attacking? So many unanswered questions. So much confusiion.
Streak picked himself up. He didn't know whether what had happened was good or not, so had no expression. He didn't know whether to stand defensivily or to sheathe his blade, so he just held it by his side. Then Streak realised something. There seemed to be a weight lifted off his very soul. Freedom.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 11:10 am
Issildia watched in silence, as the Larovian soldiers finally broke through the last of the Anierians, finally she turned back to the woman. "I will accompany the survivors to the Ruins of Terradova, but I can go no further than the Ruins" Issildia paused as Streak finally began to come around, "I have other obligations and only a matter of days to fufill them..."
Even though she had agreed to go to Terradova Issildia did not sheath her blade, "Those that survived will be waiting only a short distance further into the forest, I will go and see if there are any other survivors...Streak, stay with them until you reach Terradova, when I arrive I will explain what has happened..."
Issildia then turned back to the battle, her tattered cloak giving her the appearance of a wraith as she descended back towards what was left of the White City...She could only hope that the survivors would make it to Keirdon, though trusting her people to the leadership of a complete stranger did not please Issildia...but she had little choice in the matter, for the necromancer that she had exorcised from Streak will need to be dealt with before Streak's time ran out...
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:23 pm
It's not dying down! Aronoth thought to himself, firing arrow after arrow into a relentless battle. He could see and hear the bodies droping, bringing a tear to his eye. But, to the enemy, this didn't matter, was unimportant. The dead bodies were stepped over, and soon someone else took it's place. I cannot just keep standing here, the longer I fight, the more innocent lives are lost.
He turned his head, hearing the shrill cry coming from a flaming abode to his left. The tear fell from his face as he heard this, soon replaced with another. I was entrusted with the lives of these people... I cannot do this. The city may be lost, but the people should never be... He turned back to the battle, cast away his Bow, and put his hands to his amulet. It glowed again, brigher and brigher, until a large beam was blast from it, plowing through the army like an elephant through the fields. In the brightness of the blast, Aronoth dissapeared, running off to go do what he was sent here to do.
The Impressions, sent with a large group of survivors from the war, finally arrived to the Forest. There, they noticed a women matching Aronoth's description. They approached her, and the group followed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 4:07 pm
As the Impressions approached with a number of survivors in tow ,Issildia simply gestured toward the forest, suddenly trio of Larovian archers set off from the main ranks and approached the fleeing survivors. But in reaction, Issildia suddenly disappeared in a swirl of smoke like shadows only to reappear less than a few feet from the archers.
In a single swift movment Issildia shifted her weight forward onto her right leg and lunged forward with her blade Sumar whipping forward in a horizontal slash.
At first nothing seemed to have happened and the archers smirked and appeared to take aim at Issildia, at point blank. But at they began to draw their bows taught; the yew wood that their weapon's were composed of suddenly split in half where Issildia's blade had struck.
Before the archers could realize what had happened Issildia had stepped forward her blade coming in again at a horizontal angle, silting the nearest archer's throat. Then in the next moment she moved to close in on the second archer her free left hand jabbing forward and catching the archer at the neck. Even through the roar of battle Issildia could make out the sound of her hand crushing the archer's windpipe. As he struggled to breath Issildia turned around so that her back faced him and reversed her grip on her blade so that the point her the katana was now facing backwards towards the man's torso. Silently Issildia's blade slid in-between the man's ribs tearing apart his internal organs.
As the second fell to the ground Issildia turned her attention to the third. In the past , Issildia might have felt pity for those that she killed...but no longer...
Oddly the third of the archers stood his ground and was muttering something under his breath. Suddenly he extended his now free hand towards Issildia, and a net composed of ebony shadows suddenly leapt out from his fingertips and raced toward Issildia. Issildia was surprised that the man had not run... but it made no difference, he would die either way, she though to herself.
Rage gleamed in Issildia's eyes as the net fell upon her form, but the shadow spun net suddenly crumbled away into smoke as it came within a matter of inches of Issildia's cloaked form.
The archer then began muttering another incantation under his breath, his voice sounding baffled that his attack had been averted.
Issildia did not give him a chance to attack again, she drew a slender kunai knife from the sheath at her thigh and launched it at the Celtarie archer, impaling him through the throat.
As he collapsed to the ground Issildia turned to where the warrior mage that had spoken with her as she had entered the battle only hours before, had been. Issildia only caught sight of his retreating form and moved forward to follow, hoping that he would be intelligent enough to retreat, for the city was now most certainly lost.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 4:38 pm
(( gonk I am SO sorry, I couldn't get on for awhile and now I am completely lost.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 5:06 pm
Zigren (( gonk I am SO sorry, I couldn't get on for awhile and now I am completely lost.))
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