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 Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:09 pm
SorceressJacklyn Sango Misaki ((I never said she left... O.O and She didn't.)) ((your post says exit at the end)) ((I must have forgot to delete that.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 2:15 pm
 Areth Felice Valencia █ ▐▌█ ▌▌▌ ▌▐▐ ▐▌▌ ▌~Devil's Eye Desert ~Student ~Black Blood ~Dark Avenger ~7/5 ~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Too much time had been wasted on travel, this much was apparent to Areth knew. She had only just reached the desert, having travelled far from the mountainous range where she had been kept for the last few years of her life. Now, it wasn't as if she wasn not tired from the distance she had gone, but Areth knew that what she felt right now due to her tiredness would dissipate if she were to train. That is why she immediately headed to the arena once she found the town. Only eagerness to move her body, and practice something other than the dark arts that she gained from her master drove her at this moment in time. Areth did not want to waste what she felt. Yet, though she was now here where the desert's warriors trained, she knew not who to talk to in order to gain skills. "Who to approach..." Areth could only whisper, given that she was still not used to talking. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "What part of 'I don't care' do you not understand?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 12:38 pm
Within the Arena was a wild maned man, bare skinned and huge in comparison to the Black Blood. From the shade of one of the pit's many niches he watched, and as her mouth moved in near silence he walked out into the cool firelight. His skin was nearly leather, and as he walked towards her with bare of all attire save a loincloth of shadow cat hide and two tempered longswords, he stared at her with judgmental piercing eyes. "I will fight you, woman."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 2:30 pm
Areth Felice Valencia █ ▐▌█ ▌▌▌ ▌▐▐ ▐▌▌ ▌~Devil's Eye Desert ~Student ~Black Blood ~Dark Avenger ~7/5 ~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Areth turned herself around slowly. She came to face a burly looking man, towering over her. He was near nude, save a loincloth and two large swords. His frame was one that would usually intimidate another person, though such effects could not be drawn from Areth. She had faced too much else in her life, and did not scare easily. Is he a teacher? Or perhaps just a challenger. Regardless, I know nothing of him, and thus must tread carefully.Letting a breath go, Areth looked the man in the eyes, and faked a smile. "Who are you?" Though the smile was close to seeming genuine, the tinge of annoyance could not be withheld from Areth's voice. If only learning were easy enough to be done alone. Perhaps when I'm stronger, it'll be better...♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "What part of 'I don't care' do you not understand?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 3:32 pm
((Hooray! You're here smile I will have an NPC Profile up for Dashyk in the next day or so you have a better idea of who he is and the skills he has. Til then, enjoy your training))  The large stag of a man stared down at Areth making no attempt to conceal the judgement in his eyes. Unblinking, the barbarous male lifted both his blades to draw two slender red lines across his already heavily scarred chest. At the Black Blood's fake smile, he laughed. "Haughty cub, I am what Salathiss chooses me to be. Your killer, or your teacher!"It was surprising how fast and far his body lunged forward, covering the distance to Areth in a single step. His arms moved vertically parallel to one another with bestial grace, left blade slashing from the ground up as his right carved straight down at the crown of the fledgling warrior's head like a pair of wicked scissors. His reach was equally impressive, and if the woman was not on her guard she could easily be split down the middle.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 11:30 pm
Areth Felice Valencia █ ▐▌█ ▌▌▌ ▌▐▐ ▐▌▌ ▌~Devil's Eye Desert ~Student ~Black Blood ~Dark Avenger ~7/5 ~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Areth, though not confident that she would be able to beat this man, was still confident that she could dodge his attacks. He seemed to possess decent speed, but hers was still better. She was made to dodge, and that she would do well. With these thoughts in mind, Areth prepared herself for the man's attempt at a fight with her. As he rushed forward in a fierce display, she waited for him to get closer. Areth's muscles tensed, her body preparing for the movement about to be prepared. As his swords neared her body, close enough for most people to have freezed up in fear, she jumped forward completely horizontally. She reached and grabbed onto the bulging arm of the man, slipping her lean body easily between his arm and torso. Landing in a crouched position behind him as his sword attack ended, Areth twirled lightly around, and grinned. "All you got?" ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "What part of 'I don't care' do you not understand?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:07 am
The large man smirk and clashed his swords together, the sound echoing throughout the Arena. The girl chose to act with both grace and gall. Two traits that would help insure a longer life-span in the Devil's Eye. How long remained entirely up to fate. "You have the fire. Good. But you are an arrogant pup; one who will listen when spoken to or will be found as bones in the sand."Dashyk spun his blades backwards along his arms, concealing them against the meat of his paddle sized forearms. He advanced on Areth without a visible attempt to block or attack her as he moved on her. "Tell me pup, what's your name? The craft you take such pride in?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:48 pm
Areth Felice Valencia █ ▐▌█ ▌▌▌ ▌▐▐ ▐▌▌ ▌~Devil's Eye Desert ~Student ~Black Blood ~Dark Avenger ~7/5 ~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Though the man was good at his intimidation techniques, they would not hold any power over Areth. Not now, and not ever. She had already gone through much worse in her life, and grew out of her petty fears of others. The only thing she would fear these days is the sight of true power; raw power. As he spoke, and began to walk towards her, Areth stood hergorund, staring him in the face with steeled eyes. A pup? Very well, if that's how I must begin, then so be it. As he came to be right in front of her, Areth took a step forward, right towards the large man. "Areth Felice Valencia. As for my craft, even I'm not too sure yet. I came here to learn, and to be taught."♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "What part of 'I don't care' do you not understand?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:30 am
Dashyk prowled a circle around Areth as she spoke; his eyes moving from her posture to her breathing to the eyes that looked fearlessly back at him. Then he paused in mid-strike, weight balanced low in his core as his right sword unfolded from his arm and struck at Areth with deft speed and poise. He would gauge her response with a thin smirk on his face. "In the Devil's Eye, we do not name our babes for a season. All are called cub, because we know that many will perish. Those who survive are worthy of a name! I am Dashyk, and you are Cub. You believe you have the strength to live here. We shall see. I will teach you. Should you survive my challenge you will be worthy of your name. Are you ready cub?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 8:31 pm
Areth Felice Valencia █ ▐▌█ ▌▌▌ ▌▐▐ ▐▌▌ ▌~Devil's Eye Desert ~Student ~Black Blood ~Dark Avenger ~7/5 ~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ As Dashyk circled around Areth slowly, she took the extra moments to regulate her breath, and steady it into a slow pace. She once again relaxed her muscles, letting her limps grow loose and flexible. She had the speed, and the flexibility, that would be needed to dodge the mans advances. It simply came down to if she could out-think him, and not get hit. She knew that he posed a serious threat, and that he would more than likely not hold back so easily. As he spoke, and his body moved towards her in a deft motion, his sword extended to strike and harm, Areth collapsed her legs outwards, her body lithely sliding to the ground, her legs beside her. From this position, she put her weight on her hands, positioned behind her back, and forced her body backwards. During this motion, with her left hand, Areth collected sand and threw it at the face of Dashyk, intending to blind him. With her right hand, she twisted her body around the other way, and slid herself up into a crouching position, about two metres from where Dashyk had struck for her. "Do not avert thine eyes, and instead see the truth. I am no cub Dashyk, nor will I ever be." Picking up a stone from the ground, Areth dug it into her hand, causing a pool of black blood to form in her palm. Slowly, a scythe began to seep from the wound. As Synthia took shape, Areth readied herself to strike back agianst Dashyk. She was sure that if a carefully planned strike was landed, victory would be hers. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "What part of 'I don't care' do you not understand?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 5:40 pm
((You're in for a treat biggrin Areth will have enough time between Dashyk's post and the following post to effectively learn Precision Strike (Which will take one 5 sentence paragraph)) Dashyk's footing hadn't changed by the time Areth was up and bleeding herself a weapon. She would see the sand sliding from his left blade to the floor in one soft line of granules. Being of such quick feet and wit Areth might also deduce that the swatch of fabric on the floor and the sudden sensation of cool air on bare skin meant she had been disarmed of part of her pants. The wilder did not look amused. "You think to blind one of the Falcyr tribe with sand? Sand? You shame my blood, cub. Your kind should know the value of blood. For that, your first lesson is to know your place. Your second lesson is a strike so true that it can cut thread through the center, or peel a cocky foe. Look here--"He gestured to one of the numerous rusted porticos that covered the whole of the arena wall. With so many cage sized rooms crammed all the way up to the stalactites above, it was impossible to ignore the endless slaughter that perpetuated there for a century. The tribes had tried to account for the number of their dead, but were unable. Until the necromancer Azur Bascule's rebellion liberated the tribes and empower their people, they were nothing more than meat for the Barons' bloodsport. Dashyk didn't seem to care about that. He was walking into a room full of battered targets. As the wilder set the dummy down in front of Areth, he positioned himself at her side. "Listen well. Speed is nothing without precision. You must have eyes as keen as your reflex." He set the tip of his blade dead center in the torso, and removed it. Lightning fast, his sword came back in full thrust and buried its point in precisely the same place. He had been looking at Areth, studying her as she studied his strike. "It is not enough to see your weapon as an extension of your arm. It must BE your arm. Believe in the power of your steel; the might it carries being smelted by both Gods and men." He looked down to her scythe and then back. "In this case, you must study your blood. Perfect the true shape of the weapon instead of the idea of its power. Focus. Let the air give you life and the shade sharpen your sight. Show me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:24 pm
⇥| |⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 6 (7 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 8 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙  The torch sconces in the Arena had been burning low. The wilders were more concerned with the loss of their liberator's life than with keeping them burning. For this reason, the Arena's upper reaches were completely cast in darkness. It was for that reason that no one noticed what was happening until the first shout echoed from above.
"ANDALUSIA!!"
It was hard to see up the the figure 100 feet up near the cavern ceiling. A dark human frame in free falling with another figure very close by, more easily visible by its pale attire. Those nearby would immediately recognize the voice. The Lord of the Devil's Eye. They would not know the second until the following words.
"I GIVE YOU SEPHRA, YOUR LADY BASCULE'S KILLER! "
They bellowed out, resonating through the tunnels of Andalusia. By the time these words had reached his subjects ears he was gone, swallowed back into the darkness by the Shadow World, and off to some unknown place. Sephra, the Plague General who orchestrated the slaughter of Rykros' peoples, was not so lucky. One winged, one legged, the Arena's blood rusted iron grate floor rushed up to meet her. [EXIT] ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙
-Condition-
Serious Injuries
-Skills Used-
Mark Soul (Sephra - SUSTAINED)
Blackout 4/5
Shadow Weapon - 2/3
Dark Convictions - 2/10
Shadow Step - 20 Energy
-Energy-
*1160/2400
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SorceressJacklyn generated a random number between
1 and 8 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:30 am
Sephra flung her remaining wing out to slow herself down. Just before impact though, she wrapped as much of her body in it to protect what she could. She could hear bones snapping in the appendage, making the other wing close to useless as well. But she main body seemed as good as it could be after the fight she had. The bellowing around her set her face in a grim line, ready to use what she had remaining to tear down any who might impede her exit. Gathering blood from her bleeding hip, she cast the blood out to give rise to one advanced marine guard who would carry her out of here.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:37 pm
As Sephra hit the ground, the only sounds came from her wing's breaking bones and the resounding din of the Void Lord's words. All around the Arena, tribesmen training with their weapons, or resting in the shade watched with widening eyes and tensing muscles. Those wilders serving as the Arena's guards stood, spears and axes in hand. Their rage came all at once, and the Arena exploded in roars of unified fury. "RISE TRIBES! RISE! BLOOD FOR OUR LADY! BLOOD FOR JUSTICE!"Chaos erupted everywhere in the Arena. The clanging of so iron porticos slamming shut drowned out by the fearless howls of their operators. In the next few seconds as Sephra's minion was spawned from her being, that cacophany of activity echoed back from the tunnels leading to the Arena. Pounding footsteps thundered through the tunnels beyond, even more voices mingled with the howls of hounds and beasts. "FIREHAND ANSWERS THE CALL!"" BONECRAW ANSWERS THE CALL!"" STONEWING ANSWERS THE CALL!""SANDSONS ANSWER THE CALL!"The four guards that were near charged from their positions at the Arena's perimeter to stand before the Arena's ground floor exit, barring The Fallen's path as shadows scurried further down along the passage's walls, cast in whipping torchlight. The calls still came. "WINDSCALE ANSWERS THE CALL!""BLACKMANE ANSWERS THE CALL!"Those who had been training were already prepared and eager to test their skills on a true enemy of their people. The executor of their Lady's regicide. As her Advanced guard lumbered upwards with its master in its arms, eight tribesmen charged the corrupted creature with weapons drawn and lungs ablaze with bloodlust. ((Andalusian Guards = 2 A Rank Warriors and 2 Hunters 3 of the attacking tribesmen = E Rank Warriors trained for their Test (E Skills known) 2 = D Rank Warriors 1 = C Rank Berserker 2 = B Rank Warriors, all are considered Human))
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:32 pm
((The attack against the Guard is S)) ⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 7 (8 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙ "Caution, Nox'Sala. Sephra wields the light." Was the only exposition Krayth offered Blood. Then the shadows whipped up at their entry and away, black sheets unveiling the Void Lord's return. They arrived in the shadows beside the Arena's exit, beside the guards who barred Sephra's way. They did not start at their Lord's unexpected appearance. They were far more focused on ensuring The Fallen remained trapped.
Beyruun had leveled with the head of the Plague Guard carrying Sephra. Vulnerable and encumbered, the guard would only have two options as Krayth's off hand ripped upwards, causing the flickering darkness at the guard's feet to rush up around its legs and freeze. Die with Sephra in its arms, or without. As the darkness transmuted over the guard's feet to attempt to root it in place, Krayth pulled the trigger and unleashed the last trace of shadow within his Exodus, lancing for the plagueling's face.
Krayth didn't move to speak again until then. "SUMMON THE SHAMANS!" As the guard met its fate either by him or his subjects, the Desert Lord bellowed out to Sephra under a resounding horn blew through the underground.
"You have been buried! There is no escape!" From the distance came more cries. "REDCLAW ANSWERS THE CALL! GLASSHIDE ANSWERS THE CALL!""IT IS NOT DEATH THAT COMES FOR SEPHRA!"
"IT IS REVENGE!" Was the thunderous response as the exit behind the guards flooded with wilders.
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-Condition-
Serious Injuries
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Mark Soul (Sephra - SUSTAINED)
Shadow Weapon - EXPIRED
Dark Convictions - 4/10
Exodus Shot - 10 Energy
Shadow Manipulation - 40 Energy
Transmute Darkness - 40 Energy
Shadow Step - 20 Energy
-Energy-
*1030/2400
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