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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:53 am
The agonized screams of shadow grew more and more deafening as she walked with Kinetav toward the shadow. It was the sound of a millions demons being tortured, of the devil himself screaming black incantations. It was a sound that invaded her mind and echoed through her very school rattling her brain within its bony confine, and beating harshly upon her ears. It was a sound that had her cringing at Kinetav's side, tightening the wrapped about him arm, and clapping her other hand over her ear...
Then silence.
The tortured demons, all slaughtered at once, the devil, falling into silence. Shadow smothered all sense; she felt her feet grow sluggish, her lips go numb, her eyes burn.
A smothering like silence; like her ears were plugged, her eyes were bound the beneath cloth and her tongue and lips were fastened together, like she were standing in a pitch-black room, with no sound. Only touch existed; she could still feel the cloth and warm of Kinetav's arm, and it was a sensation that gave her comfort, knowing that not all her senses were lost
The solid warmth of his arms was suddenly gone from beneath her fingertips, and she was falling forward, tumbling face-first in darkness. She thought it was the end, that she would tumble into the chocking shadow, and spend eternity in a sense-less freefall of shadow. But her body hit something that was solid yet not; it flowed beneath her, but also held firm.
She felt the pressure of something, hard, and cool and metallic against her hand at first, then, like a winding snake, the pressure curled up her arm. Metal cords, chains she suspected curling up her arm. A moment of panic. The moment she felt the metal snaking her way up her arm, trying to hold her prisoner, She tugged with her arm, trying to tear it away from the icy metal grasp. But a moment later the touch of warm skin against her, the brush of fingertips against her arms, calmed her.
She realized that the hand was Kinetav's and the chains constricted around her arm, were his, the same that had formed around...Edge, he had called it - in the basin. Relaxing now, she took the offered hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
Disdain filled her, as the chains tightened about her arm, reminding her that she was now bound to Kinetav. The thought of being chained to him was not appealing. Having to hold onto his arm, like a child had been irritating enough. To be physically chained to him...he would definitely be hearing some harsh words about it later.
Kinetav stepped forward and Krona walked alongside, deeper into the void, and toward their destination.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:26 pm
((From now on Dominic will have his own post. Please adhere to post order for the duration of The Call. Vev, remember that Krona cannot see anything, in any proximity short of direct physical contact with her eyeball (yeouch). I know you know that but you wrote that Krona took the offered hand, but she would have no way of knowing it was offered or there except through reaching out and waving her hands around for contact. No need for an edit, just an fyi ^^ ))
The Jackal flew onwards in a three legged lope; Dominic being slam-dragged along the ground with no insterest in The Vampire's safety or comfort. Dominic grunted, gasped and tried to shield his face from the floor with his arms. I CAN FU-CKING WA-LK! STOP -ugh- GODAMNIT! LET-GO!" The Last Son didn't care. His brain was on fire, and all of the primal instinct afflicted into him screamed for him to move faster than fast towards Ulthran. All the while, as Adellos streaked ahead with Liliana at his back, he remembered what the tunnel was like that day. The way that the cubs were piled along the walls, alabaster bloodles and withered stacks of children discarded like garbage over decades to collect dust and grow moss. It caused the rebelling tribes to advance as an unstoppable force that night. Fueled by the war cries of Azur as they rallied behind her and Krayth to avenge the dead of a century, the Baron's final stand was a rabid massacre. He had been like this then, too... he had wanted them to see the jaws they cursed him with; feel the fangs they gave him crunch into their face and throats.
He had never forgotten why he did not revisit the place, and now he was reassured. Surrounded by the increasingly deafening sea of joyous screams and laughter, bounding at full speed down the tunnel it was like traveling into a nightmare. The shouts and rallying calls of the tribes reported back form behind them, an army of voices at war with another. The Were-Jackal snarled ceaselessly as breath panted into his lungs. His tongue lolled from the side of his gaping mouth as he continued his break-neck charge, rushing the walls away until the cave--
The Captain's eyes weren't looking into the cavern. His legs weren't propelling them towards the tower. There was nothing there. Nothing, truly. Completely. Where Ulthran Tower and the cave had been there was now endless, infinite lightless space exceeding all possible dimensions and depth. The tunnel floor ended at the mouth of the cavern, leaving only a sliver of ground to ring the abyss. He couldn't even tell if the ground dropped into oblivion where it ended. All along the edge of it, the visible space rippled and coiled with a vaporous black, blurring the line between existence and not. He couldn't perceive anything beyond its rim, and those alien exclamations still hammered into his ears.
The Were-Jackal snarled and lowered it's head, positioning itself to barrel forward into the emptiness. No fear, he told himself. The reign of fear was over in their lands. There had been a tower here. Surely there still was... straight ahead. All they had to do was charge straight ahead. He filled his lungs to the brim as they rapidly closed the gap, roaring against the unyielding discord, "GLORY TO THE TRIBES!!" His voice was weak in comparison to the others, but he did not stop. As the Last Son charged forward Dominic screamed "NO! NO! NO YOU DON'T TAKE M--"
And then nothing. He was charging still; he was alive; he felt his feet along the floor but there was nothing there. Nothing anywhere. He could not see himself; he could not hear anything at all. He could feel Dominic clutching at his arm and trying to break free, but could not even see an outline. It was like he was not there; on all sides there was no end to the maelstrom. It extended on and on and on and on and on and on without definition. He continued onwards, shutting his eyes and struggling to ignore it. The tower was ahead. It was forward! It was directly forward, his feet need only push onwards... but which way was forward? There was no way; there was no direction. Where were his feet? He felt the familiar texture of the cavern's stone on the pads of his feet, but there were no feet. As his pulse began to rise the Jackal tried to roar again, to bolster his courage and ward off his fear- he had no voice. He could not even hear it in his mouth. He could not speak. All he could do was run, so he ran as fast as he could-
-and a something clotheslined the Were-Jackal at his thighs. The hatchet he felt in his hand struck something hard but he could not hear or see the one named Krona as its blade bit into her armor. His mind could not even express shock as all of his speed and momentum caught on the invisible chain that bound the two Dark Avengers at the arm. Adellos lost his grip on Dominic and his weapon, but the Vampire 's hands held on even as the Were-Jackal's impact brought him down, down.... falling into The Void until his face cracked against the ground. As he tumbled Liliana's weight could no longer be felt on his back. The Vampir'e's fingers clawed into his fur but broke away. He tumbled further, catching his brow on a rock and feeling the sharp crack of his right elbow as it slammed into the same hard stone, trying to protect his throbbing head. He spilled further and further, until his hands and feet managed to claw him to a stop. He hurt, but they were pitiful wounds. Adellos would not let them... stop.
The Were-Jackal had no weapon. He had no direction anymore. Liliana and Dominic were both gone. He could not smell beyond the coagulating blood that filled his fractured snout. He was lost. He was lost in the abyss of nothing. He was alone. "---------------------------" The air rushed from his lungs, and nothing came.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:39 pm
The Vampire screamed into silence as his fingers ripped away from The Were-Jackal's arm; he felt fur but it had no root. His free fall was breif and terrifying, but came to an end as his left leg cracked down onto something -someone? Whatever swift contact was made was lost as the soft of his middle back impacted square into the rocky ground, knocking the wind out of him as he came to an abrupt stop and struck his head against the ground. ******** wherever he was, if there was ground it didn't matter. He had to get the Hell out of here, the Desert in general, before he got dragged into any more of this insanity.
The Vampire laid still on the floor, trying to listen for something; trying to feel for anything on the -shaft, he could tell it was wooden. He seized hold of it and pulled it to his chest as a sharp ridge cut at his cheek. It was Adellos hatchet. Thank the Gods, he had a weapon.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:54 pm
The press was oppressive as Adellos ran for Krayth. She recognized the speech from before. Even if she didn't know what was said. Krayth had done some powerful Void ability. And it made her curiosity burn. Before she could think on it further, she was thrown from Adellos' back. Her entire world felt suspended for a moment before she crashed into something hard. Ground? Was that it? Her hand sought out along the surface, finding rocks and such along the way. Then she remembered her staff. Only when she reached for the spot it normally sat, it was gone. It seemed her staff had dislodged in the fall, no longer in its place. She tried to call out for Adellos and Dominic but nothing left her mouth. It was a good thing she had other means to speak. Her mind reached out, noting who was here. But they were as blind as she, so it would be pointless to try and group up. Everyone! There's six people here. Try to stay against the ground and find anyone you can, she mentally called out, hoping they would be able to hear her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:47 pm
((To consolidate timelines, it is now the third post for The Call)) ⇥| |⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙  দেখেন আসা হয়েছে. সুতরাং অন্যদের আছে.
The Void Lord did not raise his head. He lay face down on the damp of the ground, staring down into The Void. Part of him wished to close his eyes. Another couldn't. All of him was empty. His heart did not hurt. His mind did not burn. The titanic speech of his Master scoured clean his mind and body. He felt no need to run; no need to escape his life, his duties... anything. Here, there was no escape.
He heard a response; another voice in the maelstrom that did not belong to The Black Shev'Axjrum or the shadows of Rykros. Beyruun stirred, and moaned into Krayth's mind. It's mass was limp; liquid that undulated around the core that he felt but did not see between his fingers. He did not wish to respond. He had no words for anyone as he rolled slowly onto his side, drawing Beyruun's catatonic mass in towards his chest. He cupped the core there, over his heart, and stared ahead into infinite depths.
তিনি আপনাকে আহ্বান জানান. আপনি উত্তর দিতে পারবেন?
His Master's voice passed through every fiber of his being. He was unwound and undone in it. He let his consciousness fray apart around it. He let it fill the empty space with more emptiness. His Master had asked him a question. His answer? Small, and quiet.
"না"
❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙
-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
Call of The Void - 3/7 Posts
-Energy-
*560/2400
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:11 am
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*Kinetav's eyes widened in shock as he felt people hit on the chain that connected Krona's arm and his hand together; he tumbled forward and the chain lengthened, just as it would in normal combat to throw his weapon. He hit the ground hard, head spinning a little bit as he grasped at the chain to trace it back to Krona, wherever she was.
His hands finally grasped her arm, and the thought of Krona's known displeasure at his hand feeling for wounds only flickered for in his mind...his hand quickly searched for any signs of injury, concerned for her wellbeing...The Anima had led her into the Darkness and by the Void, the children of his Master were going to emerge unscathed. But before he could find a physical injury with his hands...Edge tasted blood... sweet, smooth blood as Kinetav's eyes went so wide that he felt like they might fall out of their sockets as his hand dove straight to the place where Edge had tasted the life fluid...and felt the gash in Krona's armor and then her skin himself, enraging both Master and Exodus as his thirst began to consume him, the blood leaving not only that sweet taste but a very bitter aftertaste, a silent rage at himself for having liked the taste at first.
The shadows would swirl around Krona's wound as the darkness turned to rubber and worked as a makeshift tournaquet to stop whatever might have wounded her; the blood on Edge tasted more bitter by the second to the Anima's palate despite the fact it made him thirst more, knowing whose it was as he placed his arms around Krona and led her as fast as possible towards Krayth…They had to get out of here, with more people in here and both of them unable to do much... He cursed as he tripped over yet another object, and into the dark...
(1/5) His fall landed him on soft flesh as something broke his fall underneath him; the Anima’s eyes widening as yet another sensation was felt to him. It was Krona’s blood, on the flat of Edge's blade this time and far from the original attack, as Kinetav’s hand quickly darted around in the dark for whatever might have Krona's blood on it... and felt his hand being cut a little by the hatchet before moving down to feel a fleshy hand on it, unknowing it to be Dominic’s at the time.
(2/5) It wasn’t Voidsworn….there was no presence to him, no feel, no protection by his Master or any other Master of the Void for that matter. His mind stayed focused on only two facts: that Krona was injured and her blood was on Edge, still poisoning the blade with that mixed taste of Krona's blood that was both pleasing and disgusting. This person underneath him was tainted both with Krona’s blood and had entered sacred ground to Kinetav’s master as his eyes continued to glow blood red, unseen in the dark as his mind’s rage began to boil over in his mind…
Unforgivable…Unjustifiable…Irrational…They came from OUTSIDE this sacred ground, tainted it with both their presence and the blood of one of the Void’s children….UNFORGIVABLE!
(3/5) The shadow around the Anima began to swirl as it encased the fleshy arm in his grasp in rubbery shadow, unseen, dark as the Void itself bindings chaining the figure to the floor as the Anima tried to keep the wrist where it was as his right hand felt around for some kind of organ or body spot. Every second seemed to last a minute as he continued to search, and at last he felt the creature’s neck below him in unheard joy and revelry. The Voidsworn raised Edge far above his own head as he leaned forward slowly, the darkness in his mouth resonating with the the Black Tongue as he "screamed" at the person underneath him:
কিভাবে সাহস এই পবিত্র ভূমি এবং গিরিসঙ্কট শূন্যস্থান এক রক্ত ঝরা! নির্বাচিত! হচ্ছে! আপনি এই জায়গার ভিতরে হাজা, আপনার রক্ত ও আত্মা আমার নিজের হিসেবে বাজেয়াপ্ত বিমুক্ত করা হবে!
(( Translation: HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THIS SACRED GROUND WITH YOUR PRESENCE AND THE BLOOD OF ONE OF THE VOID’S CHOSEN! YOU WILL ROT IN THIS PLACE, YOUR BLOOD AND SOUL AS FORFEIT AS MY OWN TO THE VOID! ))
(4/5) Edge came down with all of the force that the Anima possessed, the Exodus howling in Kinetav’s mind with pleasure as it tasted new blood, new flesh that had scarred one of its master’s Voidsworn sisters here on Rykros. Kinetav’s eyes continued to stare, with unseen hatred, into the dark in front of him as his left hand kept a grip on the intruder’s wrist and the other kept the Exodus, all foot of it, plunged into the flesh of the intruder and hopefully impaled him, the Anima thought to himself. Perhaps Krona would feel the intruder underneath him as well, and perhaps even feel the Anima’s hatred for this man…
(5/5) Is this all that he deserves? The Anima thought to himself… it was enraging enough for the Voidsworn's blood to be spilt on his Master's ground, and such a minor wound would never serve as proper punishment for the defiling of this place. Edge’s cries of hatred for this man echoed along with the Anima’s as his hand gripped the blade tightly, the sound of skin grinding against metal wasting away in the infinite dark as Kinetav thought of what other beautiful ways he could torture the person underneath him…when the perfect idea came to him. A long, ear to ear, white grin was cracked onto the Anima's face, unseen in the dark as he began to twist Edge around in the wound, hoping to leave what he could imagine to be a beautiful, gushing, overflowing, and vicious wound as Edge completed a full circle and was pulled out of the figure. The thought of the figure's soul and blood, spilt just as Krona's had been, whetted both Anima's and Exodus' appetites as he gave into the thirst, Master bringing the Exodus over the hatchet and trying to keep the intruder pushed down with the aid of the shadow.
Kinetav then heard the voice of Liliana in his mind, and Edge hissed in anger still as Master and Exodus continued to pin down the intruder; he began to wonder if it might be Adellos underneath him, but even if it was…the Anima didn’t care, not for Adellos’ tone earlier for Krona in the Sky Basin or the blood on the figure's weapon, if it was indeed his weapon. Time was running short for the Anima and his Black Blood Voidsworn sister, even if it was their own allies that made a move on the tower…Why wasn't Krayth responding? Kinetav's mental, Hollow voice echoed out and towards everyone around him, seething with Hatred and full of thirst and insanity for Krona's wound...
How DARE you, Liliana! You even KNEW that this was my Master’s place, and therefore Krayth’s! Unbelievable! You march your own allies against the very being that aids Krayth and me! You must’ve kept that information to yourself…There’s no other explanation to your presence here…Unbelievable…Intolerable!
Kinetav's mind continued to flood with rage for Krona's wound, blaming it on Liliana now that he knew exactly what had happened. The man underneath him was ultimately innocent, but Kinetav had other thoughts, his thirst and rage turning primal as the thoughts of slaying the figure underneath him in his mind seemed to compound with each second. His heart hardened, emotional venom coursing through his veins as his rage continued to boil over, his mental, Hollow voice taking on a sinister, madness like tone to it...
Now....Thanks to you, Krona's wounded and none of us have our sense of direction...
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Healthy, Uninjured, Frustrated
Skills Used:
Shadow Manipulation x2: Krona's Bandage and Dominic's Bindings
Vicious Wound
Active Skills
Shadow Manipulation: 1/5
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: Not wearing them.
Energy: 220 / 480
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:06 am
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"What injustice have you committed?"
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One moment, she was standing firm, with Kinetav's warmth at her side, to her apparent disdain, and secret, vehemently denied comfort. The next, she felt the chain slacken, the warm of Kinetav leave her side. Unbidden, concern, rose in her, a emotion she shoved down an dismissed, she was not concerned that Kinetav was loss, but that her information, was lost. With both hands she grasped the chain and pulled; she felt it go taut with his weight, then move, and she followed it, till she felt his hand grasp hers. Had she been able to speak, she might have snapped at him for not being clumsy. But she want, so she silently, helped him up. The next moment, she felt his arm on hers, feeling and it was then she realized that there was something warm, and wet dripping down her arm. The fact that Kinetav was groping her arm was forgotten as she investigated with her own hand.She snatched her hand back, as though burned when her hand touched not her skin, but Kinetav's held, held over her wound. She jabbed his hand a bit, pried his fingers from her arm, and began investigating the injury for herself. Before she could even begin looking, she felt Kinetav's arm tighten around her one moment - how she wished he would stop touching her - leave her the next, as her feet caught on something below, and she lurched forward. A dull pressure singed her arm, and once again, she felt wet warmth. She gritted her teeth in irritation as she felt Kinetav's hand grope her arm again - at this point she was considering stabbing it - she did not like being touched, and she did not like especially how Kinetav's touch made her skin crawl with some strange emotion. With her own fingers, she investigated this injury. Her finger sank between thin canyons of parted skin, and into a flood of blood and flesh. She had been cut, two clean valleys in the landscape of her arm, flooded with crimson that stained and flowed over the expanse of her skin. She gritted her teeth, not in pain - her block blood numbed any sting she should have felt. Her mind boiled with rage for the one who had injured her, and desire to see the blood, the life, drained, stained upon their skin, and the ground. But the silence around her, he smothered senses, did not give her even an inkling of who it might be. So she seethed in silence, and darkness, and numbness, simply drawing upon her black blood, commanding it to cover the wound and hardening it, to stop blood-flow. It was then he felt the Kinetav's rage, a frightening force that seemed to surpass even her own. vaguely, she wondered what had him so angry, as she bent, groping around in darkness for the flesh and metal that had slipped from her arm. Her rage demanded death and revenge, her practicality told her that whoever it was, had likely injured her by mistake. The two sides warred in mind, one, her rage, fueled by the anger pouring off the man next to her. But her practicality, her sense of justice, won out in the end. To kill a man for a mistake would be unjust. She would wait till she could see the man, and perhaps heard his reason, before she took action. Using her uninjured hand, she groped about in the darkness below her, till she felt flesh. The moment her fingers touched the body, she felt it jerk, and then, her once dry fingers were dampened by something warm, and wet flowing over the skin of her unknown assailant. Blood. Kinetav, she thought he must have attacked the man in his rage. A frown, unseen, curled her lips downward. Why had he attacked him? Duty demanded that she ensur that his reasons for attacking the man below them were just, personal emotion, left her tongue bitter at the prospect of even attempting to kill him if they werent. She pushed the thoughts aside; it was something to be dealt with later, not at a time when she was deaf, blind, mute, and lost in shadow. She would do what she could: Judge the man below them later. But to judge this man, she would need to know him later. She summon her Dark Knowledge, and shadow, ]and channeled it to her sight. [(1/2) Soul Mark] Below her, colors began to swirl, sensations rose, crimson red...She began to focus on the colors and sensations. Her focus was nearly broken, by an unfamiliar voice, echoing in her mind. She had been around Laerian long enough to realize it was telepathy. Liliana? It was the only possibility; the woman was the only telepath, besides Laerian, that she knew. The fact that six were in the void shocked her; she did not know it was possible for Non-Avengers to enter the shadow. She also realized that the man below them, was likely, Adellos, or Domonic, or one of the wilders. It was a fact that made the prospect of killing the stranger far more savory. But she knew the injustice of doing so, so she continued to refrain and focus on marking the soul. Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
☼☻↓∞†
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"Is that not Just?"
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  It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:54 am
((Two things Midnight. The first requires an edit; the second does not but is something you need to keep in mind for future engagements. VelvonVeden 1. But to judge this man, she would need to know him later. She summon her Dark Knowledge, and shadow, ]and channeled it to her sight. [(1/2) Soul Mark] Below her, colors began to swirl, sensations rose, crimson red...She began to focus on the colors and sensations. It was stated in the first Info post for this event that Soul Mark would be useless if attempted within the Maelstrom. At your current Rank, you are unable to Sense via smell and you have no ability to see in the present state. While there is an alternative that would make the skill work, Krona committed to attempt Soul Sense through sight, and this makes the ability fail. If she can figure out why and which sense allows her to successfully sense in this situation, she can make a new attempt in your next post. VelvonVeden 2. Using her uninjured hand, she groped about in the darkness below her, till she felt flesh. The moment her fingers touched the body, she felt it jerk, and then, her once dry fingers were dampened by something warm, and wet flowing over the skin of her unknown assailant. Blood. Kinetav, she thought he must have attacked the man in his rage. No edit required here, but in the future please do not imply a successful attack when the effects have not yet been determined. Attacks are confirmed during the target's following post. When a character uses an AoE or other spell-like ability, acknowledgement of its use and visible appearance is totally fine, but posting confirmation of a hit before it's occurred and its target has posted can lead other players to react in the same manner.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:49 am
The Were-Jackal reeled, his eyes unable to see or even strain to perceive what was around him. Everywhere, on all sides, he was beset by space that could be as close as his nose and as distant as an unborn galaxy. His jaws snapped and foamed as he tried to howl again, and still there was nothing. In his ears, there was nothing but the roar of that godforsaken thing... barraging him from every angle and pushing his eardrums to the point of breaking. His sensitive Jackal ears could hardly bear it, and he clutched his invisible ears with invisible hands. He felt like a ghost, damned to be as though he had a body but did not. All that assured him that he still existed was the hammering pulse of his heart and the hot pulse of pain across his muzzle; the copper stink in his nostrils.
No, he told himself. Was he a a coward, a milk drinking cub who fell to fear at the first sign of peril? No. He had suffered a lifetime of constant pain and punishment; witnessed things that no man, woman or child should ever behold in their mortal days. He wouldn't fail now. He had to right himself and find the proper path.
He started to sprint; to where he did not know and it did not matter. This place could not be as endless as it seemed. He felt the floor; he had seen the rim of the cavern before they had entered. They were still in Andalusia, though this black magic worked to convince him otherwise. As he clenched his fangs, Adellos gripped the sides of his snout with both hands and pushed. The pain pushed outwards as fire as he applied the pressure, and with a deep breath he blew the clotting blood from his nose. It did not come immediately; the scent of blood still reek in his nose, but this time there were other smells muddled within it. The damp of the cavern floor and air; the faint aroma of moss in bloom. With his nose cleared for now, Adellos dropped to all fours and bounded forward at full speed. The luminescent fungi that grew within the cavern did so along the base of its natural walls and in patches along its floor... if he could follow the scent, he could get his bearings.
He ran as hard as he could, for how long he couldn't tell -there was no way to know- but he moved low to the ground. He stumbled many times, but his paws always found solid ground again and pushed onwards. He found himself running into a wall. A wall he could barely see, cast in the faintest light of moss. He scrambled and skidded along the cavern's moist floor unable to stop him from crashing into the rocks. He was prepared, this time. His head was lowered and bowed to the side, presenting his shoulders and the side of his body as he fishtailed to absorb the force of impact. It drove the wind from him and sent jolts of pain through his upper ribs and shoulder, but nothing broke.
It was nearly pitch black here, but that didn't matter. Compared to where he had been, it was nothing short of relief. In that blissful moment he clutched to the wall as his anchor to reality. He was assaulted by the echoes of the maelstrom behind him; reverberating off the stone and back into his ears... but among them he could also hear shouts in his foreign tongue. The cacophony was too deafening to make out their actual words, but they were words none the less and it bolstered his resolve. With the only two feet between the maelstrom and the cave wall, Adellos ran the perimeter to meet the tribesmen at the mouth of the cave. They needed to know what lay beyond.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:43 pm
The consolation of being armed was immediately exorcised by assault. Bodies, more than one, fell on him. He could feel links of chain- and other hands feeling him. The Vampire bared his fangs at molestation, unable to see a damned thing. While half the weight remained on him, the other body moved off of him, but two hands remained on him and one gripped -wait, that wasn't a hand. Something cold and alien grew over the arm that held his new found weapon. The body moved forcefully on him, trying to pin him with its weight as that hand clawed over him, feeling for something -his throat. It clutched his ******** this s**t. He was getting the ******** out of here, and not looking back. He couldn't move his armed limb, but he sure as hell could move the other. As the hand clutching his throat released Dominic swiftly moved his free arm across his chest and to his other, clutching the hatchet by its shaft and yanking it free form his immobilized hand. As he got the weapon free, that godawful blood freezing voice bellowed down at him... but it was different. It was smaller... it was the only thing he could hear, and that made it impossible to miss. ******** whatever it meant; with one arm bound and this monster clutching at his neck a second before there was no doubt it was out for blood. Able to discern where the weight was set atop him and the point of the creature's speech, he had as close to an accurate shot as ever he could get.
With a snarl that was unheard Dominic whipped the hatchet outwards, from its position beside his other hand and upwards to backhand the mouth of the voice with its blade. As he did, the Vampire violently bucked his hips with his feet flat against the ground as he drew his knees in towards his core to try and slam his knees square into the thing's body -somewhere near its back was all the idea he had. As he did this he felt a searing force rush down over the hatchet's swinging forearm; carving down into his arm, glancing off his bone and ripping outwards. The pain was terrific... but it had to have been meant for another piece of him, his neck or heart, surely. He had to take what little victories he could... and if this ******** was as blind as he was, it would come in the form of an ax to the face as it was thrown clear of his body. Then he'd have to decide if he was willing to lose his arm yet again...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:56 pm
The noise was getting unbearable. But someone finally responded through. It was Kinetav, anger and hate permeating his response. She focused in on him, dropping the connection to the other minds she had to solidify the connection to his. I knew you went for your master but not to this place. I was asked where Krayth was and when told, scooped up on his back and rushed here. Liliana felt along the floor, trying to find anyone. It was making her feel that bubble of isolation she suppresses all the time. And with a solid link to Kinetav, he would be able to feel it too. Adellos tripped on something, throwing me from him. We didn't come marching against you and no one else that I know of will be coming this way. The feeling started to rise as she encountered nothing but more floor. If I could find you, I can heal Krona. You know I can. But I didn't take away the sense of direction. It's more than likely Krayth's reaction to something he forced me to tell him. She stopped a moment, lost in the darkness and noise. Liliana... She heard the whisper in her mind but couldn't place the voice. But because of her connection to Kinetav, he would have heard it too. A voice evil enough to send a shiver down one's spine. In that one word, it felt enough to make anyone fear it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:26 pm
⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙ The blood that fell within it would make no sound and never be seen. All that would be known of its presence was a subtle warm scent; copper in the cool emptiness.
Krayth knew none of it; the door was shut, and his ears were open to The Void. It spoke again, and he could only listen. As The Black Shev'Axjrum spoke its words turned to another; The Void Lord could feel others beyond the beyond of the tower. The omen was out there; with it at stranger... Beyruun began to convalesce along its brother's chest. It's cold ichor rushed up along Krayth's collar bones; his ribs, to where its core pulsed with The Anima's heartbeat.
"এটা থেকে ফলের মাংসল অংশ নিন."
It didn't speak to him. It spoke to his brother across the eternal. He could feel Ba'Shev's call for flesh; Beyruun writhed into solid shape at Krayth's heart. The Anima could feel its blade's edges grow along his skin; stretching with stirring hunger. Every Dark Avenger would feel it, even if they did not belong to It.
"পাপী রক্ত খালি কুটুম্ব-অঁ্যা"
[1]The Void Lord sat up. His feet found ground beneath him. He rose, facing what did not matter. The Anima's eyes opened. [2] He listened. He felt. He smelled it, wafting curls sanguine smell beneath a closed portal. A portal that was a door; a door belonging to a tower that stood at the crux of the maelstrom. To him, it whispered.
বহুদূরে অতিক্রম করিয়া দেখুন.
[3]Far beyond... but he knew the canopy; the shadowy vaults that descended into the heart of darkness. He had watched the shadow beasts at play, circling as sharks before - where were they now? They were there. It was all there, far beyond view.
[4]Krayth took a single step forward, in a direction that was not relevant. Not to the world, the light, or anything but him. As he took it he was centered, was the center. [5]He was what stitched its origin. He was its bringer. It watched over him, expectant as It watched them all. It had heard its call and had answered; now it called again to the one beyond, bound to another. It was no rational command. It was a compulsion; a desire to bear witness to an end.
"মুছে ফেলুন মুছে ফেলুন মুছে ফেলুন নিশ্চিহ্ন করা"
[6]Krayth took a third step; a fourth. The Void Lord was no master here; he was a transient. He was a blind man... but he was not alone, and he was not lost. Beyruun clutched to him like a skeletal hand; blade pressed flush to his sternum. [7] Ba'Shev called him onwards, and his senses widened to embrace Its endless scope as he set his eighth pace to the floor... the tip of his boot pressed against the door. His mind was not open, nor was it shut. [8] It was not his mind... it was his Master's, and its knowledge knew no bounds. The Anima's heartbeat echoed in Beyruun and into silence. He could not hear it. Long before its beating it was silent; nothing was his foundation; nothing was his shelter. So it was again that the son of Valdiir Tal'Deraz took measure of his being, and found it never-ending.
[9]Krayth's right hand extended to the door. His fingers curved naturally along the depthless space that felt like a handle. It was so familiar, he could almost see it. He pushed, and opened his hand. As the invisible weight swung away from him, he stepped in its wake.
❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙
-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
Call of The Void - 4/7 Posts
SECOND SIGHT - Learning (3 more to go)
-Energy-
*560/2400
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:38 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
The time for hiding might just be over
But that doesn’t mean I’ll go crawling back to the Light
When the Darkness was what saved me first
Man always tries to justify his existence
Man always tries to justify his actions and wills
But does good intention clear them of guilt?
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”From the Shadow, we crawled out….”
*Kinetav's conscious, mental growl would certainly be heard by Liliana as the Anima continued to try to pin down his opponent; his anger was someone soothed as he felt Liliana's fear of being isolated, comforted that at least with such a strong bond between them he could sense her thoughts and feelings just as much as the Seer could feel his pains. She would see all of his thoughts, the disdain for the one underneath him as he thought rationally about what best to do, the pain at the thought of Krona's wounding, the rage at the fact that his allies had come, unaware of the true nature of this place...Kill the fleshling, or not to kill? This man might be innocent...and yet, the evidence against him was overwhelming...the taste of Krona's blood so sweet, so delicious to the Anima that it disgusted him how much he loved his Voidsworn sister's blood.
Kinetav's grin widened to that of a sadistic one as he heard Liliana be called by name, unphased by the tone it presented for things such as the Void and dark natured beings were soothing to him; his Hollow mental whispers echoed knowingly back over the darkness
Interesting... Is that the person I heard whispering in your ear earlier in the Sky Basin? So, Adellos and Dominic are here...I wonder just whose blood underneath me is so delicious...
Before he could wait for a response, he felt a kick from the opponent underneath him, his sharp gasp for breath at the shock of it lost in the sound of the Void as his legs left the ground a few inches; the Anima's grip on the arm underneath him tightened, but as he landed his head jolted to his right at the backhanding of an axe along his left cheek, leaving a gash that led all the way to his lips behind. The taste of his own, metallic blood mingled with that of Krona's and the opponent below him as he raised Edge's twin blade this time, the chain for sure pulling Krona's right arm up into the air as the Voidsworn pondered the man's fate underneath him....his mental screams begged for permission from the Seer, searching for a rationality as to killing the man he assumed was Dominic underneath him. His rage continued to boil over, the mental screams getting louder and louder as he rationalized it all out...
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit! For me to kill this man would be best, I know it...but I know you'd have none of it, Liliana...and I mean none of it...This man can bite us all! Countless, untold creatures of the night being created and drowning all of the Devil's Eye Desert possibly! How can you rationalize this man's very existance? He hates his kind, he doesn't want to feed, he came from the Citadel and didn't even help the Devil's Eye Desert against the man who turned him....DAMMIT, LILIANA!
And then a voice came...one that made his jaw drop in awe, and forget about the crimson blood dripping on the vampire below him. It was Ba'Shev...his Master spoke to him...directly! The Voidsworn couldn't believe his ears, the Black Tongue echoing around him as he stared into the darkness underneath him...it called for blood, for the sinner underneath him to die and for the penalty to be reaped. At last! A reason! A rationality for the blood of his opponent to be spilled and his soul to be claimed!
The Anima's eyes started to turn to deepest black, unseen in the Void as the Black Tongue echoed over and over in his ears... Kinetav could feel it coming on, the thirst taking over, Edge's screams becoming more powerful with each repeat of the command...this was something that the Anima had hoped to avoid, to never feel again as he thought his deepest thirst had been erased by Liliana's training...only to realize all too late that it was only suppressed, still in the recesses of his mind and core of his being..
মুছে ফেলুন মুছে ফেলুন মুছে ফেলুন নিশ্চিহ্ন করা
And then a mental string snapped within him as the blackness consumed his mind and his eyes, which one would see endless space if he looked into eyes as Kinetav gritted his teeth in rage... and it was done. The floodgates of the he Anima's wrath opened and flooded his mind with hatred and thirst as his mind was tossed into a Primal Battle Rhythm, his rationality trapped and his mind unable to be altered by anything less than a master of his class or best friend...and in this case, no one, as his Master's commands continued to echo through his mind. His hand gripped Edge tightly until the point it was bleeding, the droplets of blood gathering on the tip of the Exodus along with streams of shadow that formed a needle and a second drip of blood falling into the darkness underneath him along with the blood from the cut on his face. His voice was completely different than before, the hollowness part of it now taking over as his lips did not move...yet the darkness in his mouth reverberated out in a raging, thirsting voice:*
"হ্যাঁ, মাস্টার ... পাপী রক্ত আপনি হবে চালা ..."
*With a certain finality, the Exodus' twin in his left hand plummeted to the earth with the force of the Anima behind it, certainly dragging Krona as the bolt of darkness shot first towards where the heart of the opponent was in the Anima's mind as the metal searched for flesh in the stomach, knowing where one arm was and having felt the other strike his face and move onwards there was no doubt as to where the general area of the opponent's body was...the sound of the dark metal whistling through the air and Kinetav's deepened breaths due to the thirsting desire for the sinner's soul underneath him lost in the Void.*
”….and to the Shadow, we will return.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
To the Infinite Dark I scream
An Oath that no man or immortal may break
I am permanently condemned in the first place
The “non-condemned” often beg, often scream, often lie
As Justice or just pure emotions finally catch them
But I always know if I take a truly pure soul in the end
Condition:
Wounded, gash in his face
Skills Used:
Needle of Darkness: Rank B attack
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Vicious Wound 1/7
Gauntlet Status:
Not Wearing them
Energy: 210 / 480
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