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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:08 pm
"Think not of the past, for it can only bring despair..." Said Issildia to herself, recalling the words Demitri told her before her departure to assassinate her brothers Marcus and Ilderan. "Damn you Demitri, why did you leave me?" she said softly as they continued onwards into the dark of the desert night.
When it grew to dark for them so see, Issildia silently conjured a small globe of light than hovered in the air for a moment before she motioned for it to travel to Archer. The small globe of light came to hover by the Azerian's shoulder, following his steps and he walked, to light his way.
Issildia remained in the dark though...her celtarie night sight taking over her normal vision, displaying the desert in the infrared spectrum. Little to nothing lived in the Aldrene desert Issildia concluded, after noticing that there were few heat signatures out upon the landscape. And most of them were nothing more than small animals.
There were utterly alone in this place, but Issildia preferred silence and solitude, she had lived most of her life in their company. There had only been Demitri and now he was gone...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:17 pm
El had basically gone dormant. He seemed to be only a sword now, his unearthly glow gone. Archer stopped, his mouth agape "What have I done?" He contined on slowly, the tears falling to the desert ground. His hair was not as white as it usuakky was. Indeed, without El, he looked a lot darker than usual. His feathers now looked blonde, as did his hair now was. His eyes were a darker blue. Archer could feel El's influence leave him. "Pl-Please no El." He whispered to the crystal. The only response he got was a tear from the crystal
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:22 pm
Never Seen Before El had basically gone dormant. He seemed to be only a sword now, his unearthly glow gone. Archer stopped, his mouth agape "What have I done?" He contined on slowly, the tears falling to the desert ground. His hair was not as white as it usuakky was. Indeed, without El, he looked a lot darker than usual. His feathers now looked blonde, as did his hair now was. His eyes were a darker blue. Archer could feel El's influence leave him. "Pl-Please no El." He whispered to the crystal. The only response he got was a tear from the crystal Issildia turned towards Archer and his blade, "What has happened?" she demanded. Her voice was not as cold as before, but it still held a wary edge.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:25 pm
Archers eyes were now brown, his hair matching. "Nothing, El has just left me." He sounded bitter and angry. He finally saw the world as dark as it actually was, and he loathed and feared it. He put El in his belt, and pulled his hood over his head. "If I ran I could clear this place in minutes." He said darkly, tired of this place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:31 pm
"And where would you go?" Asked Issildia darkly, she paused before resuming...allowing the simplistic question to sink in
..."Now...why has the blade gone dormant? "
She abandoned her post at the edge of the light that she had conjured, her celtarie night vision fading away, so she could see more clearly as she neared Archer...her gaze hardening as the focused on El.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:35 pm
"I cursed it..." he said softly. His brow furrowed in anger "It matters not, I am a warrior, the sword will be useful enough. My bow can also help me." He pulled his bow off his shoulder. It seemed duller as well. The arrow loaded into it looking quite pitiful.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:39 pm
"I see..." said Issildia, though she quickly abated from her cryptic tone..."I am sorry...El meant much to you...are you certain that you wish to continue on with this?...You have no need to..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:43 pm
"I will help you until my death. I may not mean much to you, but you are the only thing that matters right now. Your father is an evil man, and the Rycera are an evil people. I will deal with Eleazor when the time is right, and as I see fit." His wings stretched under the cloak, and returned to their original position. He looked to her, his eyes as black as night around him. His hair was black as well. El had completely left him, and now he looked just like his brother....a fact he would have hated to know.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:49 pm
"So be it..." Issildia said quietly. "Then let us resume this journey..." She made no mention of his physical changes to him, decided it best that he deal with the changes in his own time.
As Issildia resumed walking she did not stray to far from him though, for at this moment....solitude would not be the best of companion for Archer. Issildia knew and understood this fact and decided not to stray to far.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:54 pm
Archer ground his teeth together. He thought dark thoughts to himself about his brother....that look in his eyesbefore he....he killed them. He wiped tears from his face frm the know thawed scarf. He wrapped it around the lower part of his face now, and let it trail. He pulled out glasses from an nside pocket. He had not needed them since El came... He put them on, seeing better already. He looked at Issildia, and thanked her for staying by him silently
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:00 pm
It was only past mid-night when the sound of wing beats filled the dark sky above Issildia and Archer. Issildia instantly snuffed out the light that she had conjured, leaving them in total darkness...
"Get down" she managed to hiss before the terrifying screech of a duo of dragons, shattered the silence of the night.
Issildia dropped to her knees to avoid being spotted by whatever lurked in the skies above them. She knew well enough that dragons did not have night vision like that of the celtarie but they still had keen eyes, thus she and Archer would have to attempt to stay low and blend in with their bland surroundings...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:06 pm
Archer stayed standing, and looked up. He spoke Azerian magic, and a bolt of lightning tried to find a dragon. Clouds rolled in, and thunder boomed. It looked like rain. Archer readied his bow, and threw off his cloak, his wings spreading. The feathers were black, and he used them to hide himself and Issildia.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:12 pm
RP: Ashen blade
Name: Zeo
Age: 17
Race: celtarian full blooded shadow demon
Gender: male
Weapons: Tenchi no kage: Seriph of shadows. A blackened, thin, six foot long blade that feeds off the malice of others, and strenghtens the holder with these very emotions
Secondary Weapons: on his right arm is a pure black guantlet with jagged edges around the finger tips of the guantlet. this guantlet keeps the sword held tightly so it makes it hard to knock the blade away from his grip. around the forearm of the guantlet, giant metal pipes which are actually spikes that eject into the skin in case Zeo's arm goes out of control from an over amount of strength.
Powers: manipulates shadow to take form any kind of shape, and uses it mainly for offensive purposes. Also has the ability to take the very negative emotions that erupt inside his body, and form it into a powerful energy attack. It's a crimson glow that can only be sent out of his body from two areas. The center of his chest and his guantlet on his arms. only with his right arm though can he combine the manipulation of his shadows and the crimson energy, into a more dark violet energy that can bend at Zeo's will.
Allignment: nuetral yet leans more to the evil side
Appearance: A tall, slim man with a well defined, pale body. His eyes are a crimson red, and his face, young and smooth as it was the day he died. His clothes consist of a strange demonic scarf, a robe that covers his entire body except his feet, and his right arm. under the robe reveals the scars from his death along his stomach and his arm. His pants are leathery covered in belts and buckles which hold rusted kunais, and poisoned daggers .The leather is ripped and torn at the end of the pant leg, torn from age just like the robe around his body, and he wears no shoes. Although his feet are left unprotected by any clothing, his skin is rough enough to take on any terrain, and without any weight on his feet, he can move quicker, and keep his large blade at a quicker pace
Biography: a man filled with lust for malice and torture ever since he died
He has given up his weak emotions for more strength, and now only sees life through negative eyes. Ever since he died alongside his comrades, he knew he couldn't let himself become weak again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:15 pm
The sound of lightening crashing into something fizzled through the air, and a bolt slammed into a great bulky beast that flew over Issildia and Archer. Oddly enough the enormous dragon seemed unaffected by the lightening. It's form shuddered slightly, then it resumed its flight in search of those that its mistress hunted.
As the dragon soared away to climb above the clouds a second smaller dragon came gliding in over Issildia and Archer. The creature swept low across the desert's landscape, gliding only twenty feet or so off the ground. On the ebony dragon's back rode Adenia, who avidly looked about attempting to spot their prey. But to no avail, the night hid them from her it seemed. At this Adenia and her dragons soared higher into the air spiraling upwards, only to glide back to the north, to begin another sweep of a different section of the desert...
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:17 pm
Zeo-ShadowDemon RP: Ashen blade Name: Zeo Age: 17 Race: celtarian full blooded shadow demon Gender: male Weapons: Tenchi no kage: Seriph of shadows. A blackened, thin, six foot long blade that feeds off the malice of others, and strenghtens the holder with these very emotions Secondary Weapons: on his right arm is a pure black guantlet with jagged edges around the finger tips of the guantlet. this guantlet keeps the sword held tightly so it makes it hard to knock the blade away from his grip. around the forearm of the guantlet, giant metal pipes which are actually spikes that eject into the skin in case Zeo's arm goes out of control from an over amount of strength. Powers: manipulates shadow to take form any kind of shape, and uses it mainly for offensive purposes. Also has the ability to take the very negative emotions that erupt inside his body, and form it into a powerful energy attack. It's a crimson glow that can only be sent out of his body from two areas. The center of his chest and his guantlet on his arms. only with his right arm though can he combine the manipulation of his shadows and the crimson energy, into a more dark violet energy that can bend at Zeo's will. Allignment: nuetral yet leans more to the evil side Appearance: A tall, slim man with a well defined, pale body. His eyes are a crimson red, and his face, young and smooth as it was the day he died. His clothes consist of a strange demonic scarf, a robe that covers his entire body except his feet, and his right arm. under the robe reveals the scars from his death along his stomach and his arm. His pants are leathery covered in belts and buckles which hold rusted kunais, and poisoned daggers .The leather is ripped and torn at the end of the pant leg, torn from age just like the robe around his body, and he wears no shoes. Although his feet are left unprotected by any clothing, his skin is rough enough to take on any terrain, and without any weight on his feet, he can move quicker, and keep his large blade at a quicker pace Biography: a man filled with lust for malice and torture ever since he died He has given up his weak emotions for more strength, and now only sees life through negative eyes. Ever since he died alongside his comrades, he knew he couldn't let himself become weak again.
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