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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 11:37 pm
*Rei would be holding the staff with one hand now, her left. Her right arm would be held out straight before her, bent at the wrist. Her middle and pointer finger would be vertical as her thumb and other two fingers were closed to her plam.
The would be 10 leviathans of light total. One for each of the seven souls, and 3 for the physical vessle. 7 of the light serpants dissapeared into the man's body and bound themselves to each soul. The other three coiled about the body that was convulsing again. One wrapped around his neck and shoulders, the other around his torso... and the last around his legs.
She investigated each of the souls.
Rin. A family man from long ago in Risalas... an elite like Tenma he provided useful guidance for the young man, sharing knowledge he gained before he was killed defending his family. This Soul she bound to the vessle's mind and senses.
Saiko. This soul was violent and full of anger... nearly corrupted... this soul would be pulled from the body, ensnared by the Leviathan that would transport it into the after-life.
Ariso. A child hung for appearing as a christian angel. Killed for what was considered blasphemy. This soul she gave comfort to, as it's Leviathan led it to the peaceful rest it finally deserved.
Rai. A man who faught and died defending Risalas. He too was led to the afterlife.
Matt. He had led an invading army and died with his troops. This soul also passed on, expelled from the vessle of Tenma's body.
That left one.
Mamoru. The soul that had been in posession when she came... The one who found the Atteka island, also a defender of Risalas. This soul... although blind before he died, was also bound to Tenma's mind and senses as Rin had been.
The soul of Tenma himself, was bound to his senses, body and mind. He would be the dominant soul, and the only posessor of his body. The other two would however, be able to observe everything through him and communicate with him in his thoughts as they had originally been meant to do.
The extensive binding of a High Priestess would keep them restricted, no matter what Tenma's abilities grew to. He would now be able to draw on them, but he was his own person again.
The Leviathans that had bound his body, would absorb into his spiritual self, sealing the soulsand giving him a new burst of energy to help him recover from the lost energy he had poured into the fight for his body. The other leviathans had long since faded, escorts for the banished souls to the realms beyond.
Her hand would move in the air before her, tracing a rune of light over him. A ward of protection. No more souls would be able to enter his vessle... he was safe. And he would likely sleep for a day or two... but he would be fine now.
Her job finished and her energy spent... the staff would cease to glow and the woman would crumple to the ground, out cold.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 11:56 pm
Saiko's spirit would not go that easily, or atleast would struggle against the leviathan. It would push hard and try it's hardest to get away from it back into the mortal world, to find another host, it was a strong spirit though corrupt it had infact been in more than just tenma's body and taken some of the spirit energy of each as it died. he would struggle for all it was worth.
Silence lay over the arena for a moment or 2 before someone reacted.
The blacksmith breathed, it seemed for the first time since she had started, moving he picked up the young man wearing a mask and put him over his shoulder taking him to a room.
"take her carefully to the ground floor guest room would someone?"
he said in more of an order than a question, laying the young man on a bed he extinguished the candle in the room and closed the door with a click.
The young woman was picked up gingerly by the 2 women and taken to the room, they lay her down on a four poster best, the posts gilded lightly with small snakes running up them, eventually entertwining at the top.
Her bed had silk sheets on them, it was a guest room and the treated guests well. They covered her and put out the light as well closing the door with a click.
they would all wait for one of the 2 to wake up, they didn't know what to do but life continued as it normally would short of the soldiers wondering why they had been told to find someone.
Clogs left on a patrol a day later. Sam was angry at him for having caused this and he would be gone for a few days, the other's rested, waiting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 9:05 pm
Meanwhile, Far into gaia, amid the plains of gaia a small town held a procession, not as one might view such an occasion, it was not of happiness, nor celebration, but of punishment. A young man, ragged and dirty, his clothing torn and stiff with days of wear stood on a small podium, about 4 feet up.
Thrum!
A deep bass voice of the drum pushed itself past the murmer of the crowd as they silenced themselves save for the weeping of a woman, her head held to the chest of an older grizzled man looking on wiht tears blurring his vision.
Thrum!
As the dull monotone voice of the young man recited from a small leather bound book a the young man on the podium nodded and around his neck went a necklace, not a necklace many would enjoy. The rough texture of thickly woven hemp pushing into his throat, swallowing with fear, sweat forming rivulets down his face the drums stopped with one final deep voice.
Thrum!
The tree creaked quietly, and the podium was taken from beneath the man, as the branch bent and creaked gently, he swung in the air, kicking his last defiance to the cold grip of death, his eyes open and clear for a second before they clouded with the telltale sign of death, his final movement and there he remained as the village people dispersed. The two who had cried for him earlier now looked on silently, pushed away with comforting word by the young man holding the book. And all was silent, all for the tree creaking gently.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:39 pm
Thrum!
in a mirror echo of those earlier drums the heart within the young mans cold chest thumped against his ribcage violently.
Thrum!
His chest shook and an odd occurance began rapidly. His body grew and the branch above his body broke, with a cry of rage as once dead vocal cords resonated deaply he was enshrouded within a mist, though the shadow of a grossly misshapen creature forming was easy to see.
Thrum!
People looked out their windows as the yells and growls resonated. As the teeth grinding sound of bones popping out of place and into again but in a different shape resoanted in sharp clicks.
Thrum! Crack!
The mist fell to the ground as if it were a solid mass, Parting around him as he stood staring into the village.
The villagers were in a frenzy, they gazed upon him in a frenzied horror, this is what they saw.
Tall by anyones standards he stands at a full 7'1" His body generally appeared human, if you based such an appearance on 2 legs 2 arms a head and a torso that is. At said point all human ideals for him are gone. His legs are powerfully muscled, the muscle moving and flowing beneath his skin. Following that his arms and legs are muscled as well, normal as this may seem his body is misshapen, muscles of different, if still strong, size. His right arm for example has a visibly larger structure than his left. His legs are longer than a humans and his torso looks as if it has more ribs. Which it does. His mouth is a razor edged pit, his teeth ground and broken into harsh irregular edges. His pale lips parted in a snarl at the vilagers. His hair hangs down into his face in strands of dark long black hair, disheveled and laying on his skull in all directions. His nose is slightly crooked as if broken. But from all of this horror clear blue eyes, Like ice at the moment shone from parted strands of hair. An unnervingly human characteristic about him. His fingers are longers than usual and the glint of metal can be seen at each knuckle. Scars mar his skin, arms, visible legs, even a scar from the bodies hanging, dark and deepset around his throat.
Their eyes did not see much else.
For he was moving then, a blade in his hand from somewhere they could not see. The blade was etched and rusted, made completely of metal the handle wrapped in leather it's blade curves up making a point, rust and pockmarks scarring the blade.
Aproximatly an hour later.
He walked out of the town as the last screams faded, he wore a pair of blue jeans and a sash he found, a pair of boots and nothing else his scarred chest bare. His right hand holding his blade at an angle to the ground and as he walked the crimson liquid blending into the dusk light as it fell to the ground with each step.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 2:06 pm
Snap!
His eyes opened quickly. Looking around panicking he noticed his mask hanging on a peg on the wall. He also noticed his clothes on a chair a good distance across the room.
Atleast he was in his own bed this time. Feeling uncomfortable he stood shedding the sheet and walked across the room.
About half way across a young serving woman came in, noticing him up and awake before taking a glance down, the young woman, no older than him blushed furiously and turned with a squeak as He laughed, pulling his smallclothes and pants on.
Fastening the tie's at the bottom of his pants so they didn't slide over his feet he slide his feet into his sandals, donning his white shirt feeling the lack of metal against his chest where the hidden kunai pockets were.
Trying the ties that left the bottom closed and leaving the ones over his chest open he tucked the small cords into his shirt and walked over to his mask, setting it on, tightening the strap, His hair felt odd, splayed about without the tie he had in it before.
Pushing it back so it rested against the back of his neck he walked out of the room, buckling on his sword as he moved. He felt weaker, probably from being out but he didn't remember why he was asleep, he didn't remember going to bed.
He moved quickly, taking a piece of white cloth off of a side table as he passed he walked outside the gate.
His hands froze tying his hair back. He just realized one thing he had not.
He felt....in control. Normally he would be in a small internal battle to keep himself, not he felt like nothing else was with him, but he heard 2 clear voices inside him, And recognized them. but they remained silent as he noticed, they didn't fight for control. he was....Himself. Trying his hair back he walked into the city, a smile decorating his mask-hidden face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 5:19 pm
Laughter. Warmth. Smoke. Alchohol.
All the common and often well liked parts of a tavern. About now, he was as happy as he had been in a good while.
He was alone in his head, the alchohol making the small voices of the two people left in his head a dull buzz as he grinned. His mask sat beside him on the table and as he diced with the men around him a young servingmaid, a pretty little girl, stood behind him playing with his tied back hair.
He grinned, commoners played at dice, many nobles hated the game but it was fun, more than cards to say the least.
Tossing a fat gold coin he had won earlier into the pot he rattled the bone dice inside the hardened boarhide cup.
Sighing with regret as cheers broke out around him, the devils eyes as he had heard it, or snake eyes more commonly, an instant loss in this. The winner pulling in the pile of cash grinned and handed him a full cup of ale. ...
Thus went a day or two of his celebrations.
Exactly what he celebrated, he did not know, but it felt joyous and right.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:05 pm
So many holes, it seemed his memories were nothing but pitfalls from about 10 years ago. When he had become elite. Simply put, he was not happy. The few bits he could remember were mostly words, locations people.
Kyonuske,Leviathan stadium, Latent, Gaia.
Perturbed he wandered, asking about, and that is how he came to leave. Leaving a thick folded envelope with parchment within with a servant for the young priestess who had saved him, or so the Syndicate said he left.
The letter would rest on the table nearest the young woman, the seal on the front prominant, A mask, like his but in white wax.
That is also how he found himself with a small pouch full of fat gold coins and on a ship heading straight for the main continent. It seemed he was going to find out what he had done for the last few years. And why those names kept popping into his mind.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:39 pm
He was astounded at the ship. It was skimming the water. The engine below was off and the sails bulged with the strongest wind he had seen this close to the island in the day or so he had been here. Even at this distance he could see the boats rocking in the bay as the boat flew away cutting through waves as if they were nothing.
And he knew why, A young man wearing the armor or every other crewmember on the deck other than the cloud emblem sewn into his collar was standing on the mast high above, while another with the same insignia about the same age was below, both thier eyes intent on the skies. He had been told he would have adepts along to help the voyage go faster. But this was much faster than he percieved possible. They said an hour, maybe, if they did not find conflicting wind currents or a storm. An hour, who knew?!
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 6:11 pm
The soft slapping of waves against the shore slowly dimmed to a louder thumping sound. Drums, heavy deep barreled drums, beating rhythmically, more than one from the sound, breaking up the sounds of the sea. The birds in the air scattered with disdainful squawks as the large ship passed by, Every scrap of canvas full out, 3 men on the back of the ship, grey robes with a small cloud stitched in silver on the ankle length robes, holding their hands in an odd symbol, all fingers curled in except for the middle finger on the right hand, and the ring finger, and on the left hand the thumb and forefinger. Clasped together.
The rest of the crew was differently dressed, all wearing black baggy pants with a circle with 4 spears stitched in silver on the left thigh. Every last one of them was bare chested, both women and men. A large dominant tattoo covered all of their backs, the same symbol on their pants. They were all strong and swift in the rigging and on the deck, all working, with no adornment other than that tattoo and those pants. they always changed before they got to port, putting on boots, sturdy gloves and shirts. But on the high seas it was more plausible to not have a shirt or boot to get in your way in the rigging or on deck.
In the fore deck, on a small walkway stood 2 men. These 2 were opposites in just about every way possible, one was tall, and bulky, his body tanned darkly, wearing little more than a pair of baggy black pants like the rest. He held a long sword, twice the length of a reed blade(rapier) and 10 times thicker. It was a great blade, he wielded single handedly now as if it were one of the lighter reed blades the other crew members favored.
The other was odd, with short black spiky hair, his skin was just as dark, but her wore more, a tight fitting black shirt, with the symbol the rest of the crew wore stitched onto his left pectoral. He also wore the same style pants, the stitching evident in the same place. But beyond that he wore a pair of dark leather boots, with steel plates over the toes and heel, etched into both of those plates is the same symbol. He also wore a pair of black gloves with a steel backing on them as well, the symbol stitched into the palms of the gloves, and on his face, over his eyes he wore a headband, with a metal plate covering his eyes completely with the symbol etched into it fully, bigger than the rest, he was smiling, making the tracery of light scars across his eyes look odd.
With bare arms crossed the thinner man smiled.
"Mattew, it grows warmer. The breeze has no bite to it, and the drums echo as if we were no longer surrounded by ice. What can you tell me of our surroundings, for the ocean makes things harder for me. "
He said disdainfully. He rarely liked showing his weaknesses.
"I see very much, the sea stretches long and blue, it is quite beautiful, and i regret your problem. But no sight of land yet, we passed islands back awhile ago, but the adepts are keeping us moving quickly with fair winds, and the crew is complying with them well, we might hit the main continent soon, then we can find a place to stay for awhile while we restock. . ."
At that moment a Grey robed man walked up, and gruffly addressed the thinner man. He had sharp features, his eyes slim and bright, his chin prominent and a small thin nose that seemed to be a blade with which he caught attention. An intimidating man had the thin man been able to see him.
"Mamoru, We need a rest, we are in a warmer climate and the warm winds will carry us for awhile, can we not feed ourselves and sleep?"
the man said, looking expectantly at Mamoru.
"yes, You may"
He said nodding slightly and turning back to face away from the biting salt wind.
"But don't assume you will have forever, a night to rest will suffice I assume?"
He stated, it wasn't a question, merely a warning that if the men weren't ready by morning they wouldn't have to worry about anything but swimming from anything bigger than them in the water.
"Now, Mattew tell me of this place"
He said, a sharp dismissal for the other man, as he walked away his gray robe swishing him and the other 2 men rushed down below deck.
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