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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:25 am
*frowns and glares at Truinthil* So... you came back through another body as well and got me to make your old one again. How admirable... and here I didn't think you could plan at all.... No matter... your uses have been exhausted for the most part
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:33 am
you still havent gotten it quite down yet Mastema. the Truinthil on the other side of your isnt my old body. I am my old body. I wasnt entirely destroyed in the blast that took us both out. i managed to port out of it just before i could be completely destroyed. i was hurt pretty bad though i must admit. i couldnt use a quarter of my abilities nor could i use half my body. i survived anyway though. then, once i was strong enough, i cut a bit of skin and hair from myself and gave them to you to create a clone of me. every bit as strong as myself and entirely loyal to me thanks to the restrictions that i so graciously offered to put on him for you. so you see. you created your own end Mastema.
*the figure then takes hold of his cloak and casts it aside*
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:36 am
~there was now a Truinthil on either side of Mastema. they both laughed in unison before speaking the same way~
it wasnt that hard you know, manipulating you so that i could make another of me. i enjoyed it, but now i fear that you, Mastema, are the one who has run out of use. you have created me a clone, broken up the guild, and riled up everyone into a storm that, while seeming powerful and angry, will be easy to just...break
it wasnt that hard you know, manipulating you so that i could make another of me. i enjoyed it, but now i fear that you, Mastema, are the one who has run out of use. you have created me a clone, broken up the guild, and riled up everyone into a storm that, while seeming powerful and angry, will be easy to just...break
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:41 am
*Mastema glares at the new one he'd created, and then back to the original* Crafty. But unfortunately you're too late to stop anything I've started. Go ahead.... just try and destroy me.... you will see the consequences of your actions soon enough.... *Even in the face of a battle Mastema knew he couldn't win, he still had that cocky smirk*
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:52 am
~they both nod~
ah yes. i know very well that i probably wont be able to destroy you this tiem around. perhaps not even the next or the next, but so long as i remain one step ahead it is all well and good. and as for what you have started? it can continue to roll down hill as i ride in its wake to bring the end of the BC forth if your already tumbling boulder doesnt already. again though, either way it goes, im going to try this whole, "bide my time" thing and see how it all goes. enough banter now! it is time for you to drop out of the spot light!
ah yes. i know very well that i probably wont be able to destroy you this tiem around. perhaps not even the next or the next, but so long as i remain one step ahead it is all well and good. and as for what you have started? it can continue to roll down hill as i ride in its wake to bring the end of the BC forth if your already tumbling boulder doesnt already. again though, either way it goes, im going to try this whole, "bide my time" thing and see how it all goes. enough banter now! it is time for you to drop out of the spot light!
~both Truinthil's then begin to run in an blurred circle around Mastema, whips of energy snapping above his head~
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 12:58 am
*snarls at the lashing energy. Mastema makes the rock barrier crumble beneath the two. Mastema lunges away from the barrier and down to the ground. He looks back at the Truinthil duo and grins. He even starts to chuckle like he'd won the battle*
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 1:01 am
~the two Truinthil's then descended next to eachother, both facing downward. they begin to spiral around one another fast enough to make most anyone dizzy. as they move like this they both begin to send very highly concentrated balls of energy toward Mastema. every other one that shot at him became bigger until they were all about the size of small buildings. the Truinthils would then stop in mid air and arch they backs away from Mastema, one gigantic energy ball forming over the both of them. they grinned then launched it down at Mastema. their hopes were that he wouldnt be able to escape all the smaller ones then end up taking the largest one full on. the largest one wasnt just energy, but was also mixed with elemental magics fire, water, wind, earth, and spirit.~
see you in hell Mastema!
see you in hell Mastema!
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 3:08 am
*Mastema spent most of his energy dodging and countering the energy balls thrown at him. The first few were easy enough to dodge. Once they got bigger, Mastema started to slash and fire upon the them. A few hit, further draining Mastema of power. Very few of the building sized spheres of energy are blocked. Mastema gets tossed around like a rag doll between the spheres, yet Mastema could have evaded more of them if he had really tried. After they stop, he ends up laying on his back on the ground. He watches as the two put their powers together and formed the massive sphere that was meant to be his end. Mastema closes his eyes and puts on his uniquely twisted grin. Something in the back of Mastema's sinister mind lingered and dwelled securely, allowing Mastema to smirks once more in the face of his end* It seems the arch of my part in my own plans has come to an end..... but even without me my plans will press forth..... and hell never lasts forever.... *These words would be the last uttered by Mastema. The swirling sphere of elemental energy consumes Mastema entirely. As Mastema's body is torn apart, his energy explodes and merges with Truinthil's energy. The result, Everything around is turned into a barren, burnt wasteland. The spot where Mastema had lane was now vacant, not even his fabled lance remained, but what this foretold was not easy to see. The land begins to tremble with an earthquake. The sanctuary groans and creeks as its master vanishes from this realm of existence. The insides begin to collapse, beam by beam and stone by stone. The sanctuary collapses in on itself. The entire, loud collapse takes no more than ten minutes. Whatever was inside any part of the sanctuary is buried under heavy rubble. The land then falls eeriely quiet with the fall of the sanctuary. As Mastema's soul passes from this life, the "seeds" of his plan begin to stir; Their master now gone, they start to secretly take root. Everything Mastema has been working for now comes together after his death. An uneasy tension falls upon those who bare witness to the fallen sanctuary. Behind the tension Mastema's laughter is almost all too audible*
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 6:12 am
Shadow moved through the ground quickly remaining deep beneath the surface and masking as much of his power as he could until he reached the center of where the barrier used to be underground. He then began a slow spiralling search pattern upward. He was searching for books and artifacts, and even just oddities. There was one blade in particular that he was looking for.
His earth magic allowed him to move through rock and dirt as if it were air or water and if he expanded or channeled his aura he could move other items with him or too other locations. His intentions were too send anything he discovered during his search to the ground beneath his own tower. Once his spiral search pattern reached just below the surface of the rubble he would begin using his earth sense to attempt to locate items that were not natural. This meant anything that was not stone, dirt, plant, or lower insect. He hoped to find something to make the trouble he would have upon returning to his new body worth while.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 6:25 am
((This post is just to say that I'm searching for stuff and will be until I hear from Mas whether or not I've found anything.))
Shadow would search all day and all night if needed but he would not stop until he was certain he had been as thorough as possible. He was not recklessly shooting back and forth from one end of the rubble to another. He was instead making a tight spiral starting at the center of an area to the outside before moving up five feet and spiraling just as tightly to the center. He would use his earth senses once he reached a point just below the surface to find out if he missed anything.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 6:57 am
Stopping short of the rubble he looked about at the scene sensing the one called Mastema had once dwelled there. There is alot of magic in this area...and a signature that resembles NazGoth's... He walked over to a piece of rubble that once formed the foundation of the sanctuary picking it up easily. Examining it carefully he waited there patiently for this person to come out from hiding.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 7:03 am
Shadow continued his search pattern vaguely aware of a new energy signature somewhere above him. He paused in his search and motioned. A figure would slowly emerge from the ground behind Tsi and take on the form of Shadow. This was merely a shell made of dirt and plants to facilitate conversation while Shadow continued his search. He began searching again as the shell said I don't believe we've met. Who might you be?
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 7:07 am
I could ask you the same thing... Tsi stood there calmly still holding the rock in his hand. Quickly turning around he threw the rock at the shell shattering it. I think it would be better if you came up in person...and not some shell... He crossed his arms waiting patiently to see if the man would oblige to his askings.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 7:12 am
Even as the rock seemed to shatter the shell it was absorbed and the shell reformed. I'm sorry but I'm not trying to be rude. I'm a bit busy right now and under some time constraints so for the moment I need to converse in this manner. Please ask any questions you wish though. My name is Shadow. He said through the shell even as he began yet another spiral of his search.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 7:16 am
It is rude to deny one of his requests... He tilted his head slightly as he gauged the shell and started tracing its magic lines to the puppeteer. His arms remained crossed as he slightly shifted his wait to his back foot not sure what this man was planning to do. Though you did introduce your self...I am Tsi`Karn...serveant of Xol...
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