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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 6:25 am
"I'm all too aware, Azya..." her words were sharp, annoyance directed at her master for taking so long to retrieve the sword and follow through with her carefully laid plan. "Jade, please hurry...." She prayed her thoughts would reach her master in the other world.
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Jade felt her stomach flip as he spoke her language with the mastery that he did. He still didn't recognize her though, this was interesting. As his teeth graced her ear, she took a deep breath. It was arousing at best but she did not have time for courtship. Her angel's words in her mind only engraved this fact further into her mind.
"Something.... Sharper..." His words rang in her mind like the chiming of a heavenly bell. He knew what she was searching for... But how... It was all too convenient.... She was beginning to withdraw some of her trust for him, as seductive as he was. He had been the reason she was the way she was, current form or not, and the fact that he knew so much was concerning...
"Azya, I need to get the sword. Now." Her words were gentle but stern as she spoke her language with the graceful accent of her people. She was not allowed the luxuries of courtship now. She was wasting her metaphorical sands and was still no closer to obtaining the key puzzle piece to her plan.
"We travelled far at a great expense to y-" She had been so careful with her words and phrasing. Gods, she nearly slipped with that one... As she wrapped his strand of hair gently around her bracelet made of earthen materials wound together. "-at a great expense to our friends. We need to hurry, Azya, and I need your help."
It was at this point that she began to express the urgency of their situation. She now shifted her decorative armor and lifted the worn black cloth that covered her core. She exposed her hardened stomach, scars littering the flesh like an abstract painting. Blackened veins showed beneathe the surface of what little skin was not risen with pink reminders of her torture with the Keeper. Lowering her clothing and metal.
"The Keeper has done a lifetime of damage to me, physically and mentally. I do not fear the man who harnesses death like a toddler holds his mothers hair." Disgust was in her voice, almost throwing-off the grace in her accent. "I fear not even death itself or undeath. My existence has served it's purpose to aid the creation of this catastrophe, yet I must put an end to it now."
She tied a knot in his hair thread on her bracelet and took a step back. "So, the sword, I need it." her gaze was intense as she looked to him expectantly. He'd either help them or not but either way she had to get moving.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:36 am
 I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖  ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
‘Azya I need to get the sword. Now.’
Not a sword, the sword. The Creedic Blade, the whispering edge, Thief. It had many names and yet answered to nothing, its true name could only be spoken in the ancient language of the mysterious race whom had forged it eons before even the Keeper had risen. Now it rested in the Keepers control for among all things the keeper feared it alone. A singular power, it was a mighty idea. Only an idea, the sword was useless and Azya knew it.
He listened to her talk in respectful silence, slowly he began to shake his head slowly. “I know where it is, I could even get you to it and back likely alive. However the sword is useless to you, as impressive as you are I know you are not one of the Creed and blood must have died eons ago. The sword is useless.” He considered his own words for a moment, his fingers rising to his chin, the faint sound of unseen stubble under his fingers. Of course if it was indeed useless why go to such great efforts to hide it, the keeper had gone so far as to build a vault just to ensure it stayed safe. His brow wrinkled in thought before he spoke again, choosing his words carefully as he stared at her hardened belly. He took a moment then began to untie his own shirt, opening it reveal his naked chest. The skin was hard and firm, healthy aside from the deep ragged scars carved into his flesh, right down to his ribs. They were identical to the tattoos that decorated Azya’s body back home, they were deep and savage and done with dark unholy magic.
“I understand your suffering sweet love bird, the keeper is not a gracious host.” He slowly began to put his shirt together, an intricate process that involved the re clasping of chains and tieing of ties, he made short work of it however with clever thin fingers as he spoke.
“You don’t have much time in this world until someone notices you, your hearts are racing and it shows in your veins, the dead will sense that.” He drew what appeared to be a long stick of white chalk from his pocket and began to scribble on the door he had just shut, his fingers placing dramatic strokes and exotic symbols seemingly in organized chaos. These were neither of necrotic nature or that of her own tongue, likely they weren’t even magic. A trigger on the door of some kind that allowed him to change just where it went, such was the way of the underworld.
“As I said I will take you to it, even if it is useless the fact it is missing will give the Keeper pause, if not dread. It pleases me to be part of something that gives him any form of discomfort no matter how minor.” He tossed the chalk aside and stepped back to give his work a critical eye before turning to face them his hand reaching for the door nob and pulled the door open. On the other side was a thick wood, fog drifted from the undergrowth in giant warm mists under giant trees obscuring trees that would leave this place almost perfectly dark even if they had a sun. “I hope you have a way out of this place for once you have it every demon in the underworld will sense it, they will hunt you till your escape”
He rolled his shoulders and stood aside, as always ladies first. “I understand your hatred for him but you must leave it behind here, he can sense that fury as easily as if you shouted at him. Hide it especially in these woods, concentrate on something else, anything else.” his gaze swept to the white haired witch whom he offered a slight bow of the head. “Hatred, fury and fear, those emotions he knows best. at the risk of sounding like an upbeat preschool teacher but positive emotions will keep you safe here.”
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:20 am
Jade's mind went a million miles per hour when he exposed his chest to her. She wanted to claw at him, to take in his flesh as if she owned him. She wanted to lay upon his core and rest her tired bones. But she had to shake this thought form her mind as she listened to him and returned her attention to the trails of scars along his chest. That pattern... it must have been a branding in his ceremony of becoming what he was... Watching him hide his flesh once more she had to make an actual effort to keep the disappointment from showing, the animal within her wanting to behold his flesh in its full glory.
As he continued to speak she realized he had never formally introduced himself in this realm, yet her knowledge of his name rolled over his ears as if it had never happened. Either he was just accepting of anything strange or he simply did not care... The possibility of him knowing and hiding his knowledge of who she was grace her mind for a moment and she felt a soothing song of her people rise in her mind.
The strings and winds dancing in her mind as she allowed the calm to rush over her. But this was not a memory she had summoned but one the white witch had. It was the song she had danced to with a young boy at the wedding of Rowen's parents. It made her heart light and as she looked to the white witch who was smiling behind them, she offered a weak smile of thanks.
"Just help us get it. I'll be the one to worry about it's usage." Her words were cold, reflecting her annoyance with herself.
She had been ever so careful with everything yet here, in the presence of Azya, she was making mistakes. Slipping on her carefully selected and rehearsed dialect, allowing her emotions to flood her, allowing her heart to flutter against the slowed pace she had mastered. She had been concerned about the white witch this whole time yet here she stood now, calm and collected, even helping her calm herself. The song resonated in her heart and she sighed heavily.
Allowing herself to feel light, she imagined the dreams she had before any of this happened... Dancing in the fields of flowers... Sharing the night with Azya, the dreams, the memories that provoked smiles... When he held her from her insanity, guided her from the shadow of madness. She fought back a tear as she looked back to Azya and then stepped through the door to the woods.
"I assure you. I have a way out." Her words were whispered in a mixture of his language and her own. She wanted so badly to reveal her plan to him but, as he was careless about his words and thoughts, she would not allow anyone to know her plan. It would come to fruition despite hell or high water. She would set the world right again and redeem herself for allowing the keeper to do what he did...
Walking through the woods she could feel the sword calling to her. It was begging to be freed, to be back in the hands of its master. She cooed to it, calming its silent screams but it would not listen. She turned to face them in the small clearing. "We must hurry. It's calling and the Keeper would likely hear its pleads for freedom." From what she understood of the sword it had a heartbeat to a degree. It knew when one approached for it and it called, begging, pleading, only to be disappointed by every death that came of its near-freeing. She clenched her fists as she told herself simply, "I will fall only once I permit such a thing."
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Elsewhere, wings beat against the wind, blue eyes scanning the palace grounds for the man the winged woman was told to seek. The Hunter. Bane. She had never met this man before but his name led her to an ominous imagination. Her blue hair whipped behind her wildly as she beat her white wings against the growing winds in the chaos. So close to the worlds colliding above her, she could feel the heat of the collision on her feathers and exposed back. Where was this man?! She could feel their time growing closer to the end as an explosion sounded above her in one of the colliding realms. A small breath of a gasp escape her pink lips as she faltered in her flight, struggling to regain altitude against the angry winds.
"HUNTER?!" Her timid voice called from the skies, trying to find this mysterious man.
(UGH! The Edit! It's SO real!)
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 4:36 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Azya followed the women through the door, when they stepped to the other side it was as if they had simply appeared out of nowhere, the door had vanished all together. Azya walked behind the girls in contemplative silence, he eyed them curiously. From head to toe...and then once more upon the rear... he watched them. Identical, not sisters or twins, identical. These two women were the same person, all jumbled into one realm with two separate thoughts. He remembered the scars on the dark haired ones head, the familiarity of each cut. The same person on two different paths.
As they walked the trees the swords calling went from desperate to the loud shouting of demand. Though it spoke no words it spouted emotion like a rabid dog spat foam. Hatred, anger, fury, loathing and most of all hunger, blood thirst. This was without a doubt a sword that belonged in the Hunters hands, blood starved this was without a doubt what hunter would become should be be locked away far from battle.
Suddenly Azya’s voice called them short, his hands wrapping about the girls waists to push them against a tree, his voice muttered several words just as an enormous foot followed by a huge armored man easily thirty feet tall appeared from the strange gloom. His armor looked like dark stone, his weapon a long curved ax that hung from his hand limply as he strode quietly past them. Its head turned directly in their direction and it halted, hefting the ax.
It let out a low tortured groan as its second hand stroked the haft of the massive weapon. Its shadow drowning them in its enormity. Yet still Azya did not move, his eyes bidding them silence.
Then it was gone, the sound of its foot falls vanishing into the forest. Azya released a slow breath and released them slowly stepping back to peer after the beast like a child trying to catch sight of a naked woman. “Giant Draugr. Mindless and deadly, forgive my hands my lovely birds.” He bowed deeply then spread his arm revealing the clearing just behind the tree.
The story of Excalibur instantly came to mind, just how it had come to be in the stone was a mystery that even Azya was not aware of given the look of shock that crossed his face. The stone was ten feet tall with several steps carved into it to allow a person to climb easily without looking the fool. The stone itself was so dark it was as if even the minimal light of the forest seemed to be sucked into its enchantingly dark and smooth serface.
Lodged inside a long slender hilt rose above the stone like a tiny tower, engraved in strange foreign markings even to the three well versed individuals whom now looked upon it. Its crossgaurd was jagged and sharp, as much a weapon as the blade itself. The creedic blade was right before them and unfortunately completely buried in unbreakable stone. “I must say ladies, I did not expect this.”
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 5:22 pm
The dark witch's eyes held nothing but irritation as Azya held them against the tree. It was wasting time but she knew it'd only waste more time to fight with draugre. She held her breath and held her mirror's chest to make her do the same as Azya held them against the tree at an uncomfortable distance, or lack there of. The white witch, however, just stared at Azya, her small, slender hands covering her mouth as a blush crossed her features. My this form of her lover was handsome... And so warm...
When the draugre had passed, the dark witch pushed her way from his hold as he moved to release them, stepping forward towards the sword. The white witch, however, stayed against the tree, frozen with admiration. Then she saw the sword. It radiated power. The kind of power she felt from the Keeper's bones so long ago. Incredible, undying power...
Jade's eyes took in the view of the stone, mouth open. "No...."This was not where she had left the sword. It wasn't where she had found it, no doubt, but it was also not where she had left it. She quickly scanned her surroundings for danger and, upon determination that it was clear, she bolted to the rock, leaping upon it and grasping the swords hilt, pulling on it with all her might. But the harder she pulled, the more the stone denied her, the sword gnashing at her palms, begging for blood.
She had to release the sword in fear of bringing the scent of blood to the air. Jumping from the stone she scowled and cursed under her breath. "Dammit!"
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"Dammit..." Alice muttered under her breath as she felt her master's mind wander to her own. They had not expected this, yet had planned for it nonetheless. But it was something Alice had not been counting on when she had healed Azya. She turned now, looking to the wing on the ground and frowned. It still had power within it, it's feathers slowly turning to stone as it began to lose its angelic power.
Her master beckoned for the sacrifice but she'd need that sacrifice for Plan B, and Plan C was not guaranteed to work. And Plan D.... Well.... That was to be avoided at all costs.... Her master's thoughts were growing louder in Alice's head and so she tried to make due with what she had. Leaning down she picked up her wing as if it were a fragile child. She cradled it and stroked it's feathers, allowing them to glow a brilliant gold before the feathers and tendons and flesh turned to solid marble. She then flipped it over in her hands, running a hand over it again.
"Azya, I need your touch." She beckoned to him but was afraid of making him lose his concentration. So instead she came to him. "I need a small amount of your blood, and your kiss." She knew what she was asking was insane but she needed him to curse the marble wing in her arms. "Please. A favor for a favor." Her voice was pleading, implying the immense urgency to this request of hers. She only had about two minutes to complete this task.
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"Do you have any ideas?" the white haired witch turned to Azya as if he was her lover back in her own realm. "We really need this..." Her eyes were pleading, nearly tearing up. They had traveled so far, her lover in pain in her realm because of this trip, it couldn't be in vain. It just couldn't, she wouldn't allow it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 8:43 pm
The far end of the palace sat in ruins, its once magical walls tossed about like children's toys discarded in disarray. Enormous towers of smoke rose from several locations especially where two enormous dragons had died upon one another, blood flowing from both their torn throats like great red rivers. Jargon, the mighty black dragon whom had guarded this place and had been of Hunters closest friends had breathed his last living breath tearing out his duplicates throat and scorching its face to cinders. The ground was littered with the dead, thousands of corpses all claimed by the keeper for each had been something more then mortal. Only now did the undead gather, hobbling slowly and gently over the dead and dying. Low groans and high pitched screams, the occasional mad mumbling and even laughter accompanied this unholy parade.
Pinned to the door a gorgeous man dressed in red satin and wielding a slender rapier opened his mouth only to find he could summon no words, only girggling wet blood mixed with saliva that tasted of the cold steel that had penetrated his throat and into his mouth. He could feel it slithering into his brain, a perfect strike that did not kill but rendered his body nothing more then an agonizing meat puppet he was trapped within. His blue eyes stared stunned at the older version of himself whom had one blade in his face and the second pinning him the door.
Older perhaps but far more dangerous then the young pup whom had challenged him. Like the dark haired witch his life had been one long trial of pain and suffering, a trial of combat that had lasted many thousands of years. His once childish blue eyes had become cold and hard. To stare into them made a man feel as if he was stepping out onto thin ice with a racing river just below his feet, this man could feel that ice break and he couldn't even scream as the ice water swallowed him.
The Hunters arm became knotted muscle under his form fitting scale armor as he drew the blades from the man allowing him to fall to his knees. The sword free from his mouth he was able to mutter a single syllable before the sky erupted with a tremendous sound. Though no clouds were present an enormous bold of lighting lashed out striking the man dead center of his chest. The door behind him exploded violently and the now burning corpse of the man was thrown into the grand entrance of the Palace. Charred meat left behind dark gray ash and brown blood smeared almost artfully among the polished marble floor.
Giving his duplicates corpse an irritated look the Hunter turned away and viewed the oncoming undead with the same uncaring bored expression a farmer gave his weat before a long day of threshing it. Flicking the blood from his left hand sword he shielded it upon his back, the weapons ebony hilt making a satisfied click soon as it was driven home. Giving his right hand weapon a playful spin he lashed out with his left arm, his hand grasping a running corpse by the head killing its momentum as if it had hit a solid brick wall.
Screams erupted from between his splayed fingers and as he squeezed screams became inhuman cries. A low laugh toppled from his mouth as the undead crumbled to its knees clutching at his fingers and scratching at his armored hands to no effect. Then came a crack and what sounded like someone squeezing out a sponge, his now gory hand released the broken skull and allowed the still twitching corpse to topple onto what had once served as its face.
His hooded head turned upwards at the sound of his name, his left hand rising to push his green hood out of his eyes so to better observe the bizarre sky above him. What he saw made him scowl. A winged creature approached him, by the birth of the wings and the path of its flight he had no doubt just what mannered of flying person was approaching him. He had killed countless of their kind before, without regret he had spilt holy blood though given the circumstances he considered their dead far less then holy. Hearing the flapping sounds of running zombies he turned and then...vanished.
The attack was over before one could even complete a blink, all of it in a space of a heart beat. Corpses were simply torn to shreds and in the air as if hit by several invisible trains. All the moaning, screaming and chattering came to a sudden eery halt, silence ruled the courtyard once more.
The hunter stood amongst the carnage, his weapons sheathed once more, heavy arms crossed over his chest, one foot resting on the ruined corpse of what appeared to be the remains of Lophus Rahl. His death had been by sword not by the undead, this was clear by both his markings and the dominance the killer proceeded over his ruined corpse. “Land” though he only spoke the word it traveled the winds like an arrow to a target. It was a command, one that did not breach any hope of being ignored.
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:21 pm
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As her blue eyes found the ominous form below her, she nearly fell from the sky in shock. He was so intimidating, even from this distance. But that had to be him! It just had to be!
She tucked her wings, allowing her to ride he gravity downward to him. A prayer filled her mind as she plummeted that he'd do as she was told he would. But she knew humans to be pretty deceptive... So she doubted this meeting would end well for her. Her face felt hot as she nearly cried at the possibilities. She spread her wings just at the last moment, landing gracefully but nervously before him, not even hearing his command. "Are you the one they call..." She gulped quietly. "... The Hunter?" Her nerves showed as she tugged gently at her dress, snow falling around them as she allowed her emotions to run rampant.
She closed her eyes in anxiety, praying he would not attack her. She couldn't defend herself, she wasn't a fighter, she was a healer, her wings pure as the snow that fell. She hated the mere idea of violence but taking in the scene around this man, it seemed he reveled in it. "I.... I have a mah..... message for you..." She felt herself shaking in fear as she gripped her dress until it hurt her palm. She then opened one eye to glance at him, her face flush pink.
[Eh, Its short... But I miss this post layout so I wanted to use it at least once.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 9:50 pm
The Hunters eyed the strange blue haired angel with the same look a wolf gives a lamb he was weighing against eating. Drawing his hood from his head he ran his fingers through his thick white beard and up along his scalp freeing away the sweat that had gathered there. He smiled in a way that could have easily been a sneer at the quiver in her voice, given the way she was behaving around the bodies she was no warrior and worried what he would do to her. He considered frightening her, he knew his reputation was not always that of the hero, he could just as easily play the villian.
“Relax” he growled the words from deep inside, approaching her with casual grace. “If I wanted you dead you would be dead, I dont waste words on the doomed. Tell me this message, and quit shaking your safer here with me then on your own trust me” He turned his head towards a palace, the main chamber where he had struck his copy with lightning was now on fire, it was quickly growing into an enormous piller of light. “That will draw the undead and worse, so speak quickly girl.”
[no worries its kind of an amazing layout]
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:36 pm
I am the power behind the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The conjurer of fear✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I am the icy kiss of death✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the wall of fear ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
The river of your life flows fast✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Between the shores of years✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
It bears thee ever on to me✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Behind the veil of tears✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
‘Mid the silence of the night✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul to scorn and blight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Closer, closer, art thou born✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
By light of Moon and Sun✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
I see thy face so clearly now✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy life is all undone✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me! To me, Oh mortal soul✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
To me thy life steers straight✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
No god awaits on brilliant throne✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Thy soul is mine by right.✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Azya was mid chant when the angel approached him, he tied off the spell and moved to stand. He nodded when she asked for a favor and reached for his knife instinctively when asked for blood however... His brows rose, his feet taking an awkward step backwards as the woman approached him a pleading look in her eyes. She looked suddenly very human, very attractive, he knew she was the type of woman men likely lusted after. However Azya was different, his base needs were dust before what he felt for Jade. In short the idea made him shutter to his very core
“excuse me?”
His blade was resting on his wrist drawing a long line of blood that ran from his wrist to be dashed upon the cobblestones unnoticed by its master. He tilted his head slightly “Look Alice...your beautiful but...” he left the rest unsaid. Then it dawned on him, clearly she had the intentions of building a spell though why it required a kiss was beyond him.
He dipped the weapon in his blood and offered it to her. “A favor for a favor”
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Azya shook his head slowly, his white braid whipping to and fro with the motion. “I have no idea how to retrieve that sword from its stone without the intendeds hands. I suppose you could summon an exit from the underworld directly below it.” The necromancer walked a slow circle around the rock, occasionally he reached out and prodded it like an old lady at a farmers market choosing apples. Then slowly he climbed and placed a delicate hand on the hilt and gave it a soft tug.
Then he knelt and inspected the blade, running a thumb over the flat of the blade not embedded in the rock. Then he stood and sighed “Yes little birds, that sword is not going to budge” he commented lamely his face holding an apologetic smile.
[I uh...sorry for the tiny post.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:24 pm
[Thank you. I worked really hard on it at the time... Now I'm more experienced with photo editing and gifs... But at the time, to call me a beginner was a compliment. I'm not gonna format this post because the guild formatting is a b***h to deal with and I'm tired, trying to pump out as many posts as I can before I sleep so I can try and dream of this... My dreams have been sparse as my sleep has been. But even when I do sleep my dreams have been far from pleasant..]
The angel shuddered at his voice, a chill forcing her body to tense and her feathers to flutter despite his command to relax. As he continued, however, she relaxed ever so slightly, still nervous as her slender fingers fumbled for a folded piece of parchment within the folds of her holy gown. She took a timid step towards him, then another before stretching her arm out as far as possible to offer him the letter. "I'm... sorry..." she breathed nervously. She still didn't trust anyone of this realm aside from Lophus.... Whom this man had just brutally murdered.... His blood on the ground made her cringe in fear as she extended the letter to the man before her. Why had they sent her to run this errand?
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Alice took the wing from Azya and felt it's affinity shift against her palms. It was perfect, the energy within it resonating. Thank the Heavens that it had been recent that she had made the mistake of healing Azya too soon, at least it was a salvageable mistake. Alice kissed the marble wing, placing her lips carefully around Azya's blood. A few whispered words in a different tongue and the wing resonated, humming a tune of pure power.
She smiled at Azya as she turned her back to him and towards the portal, "Thank you." He had possibly saved her master, and her. A wave of her hand over the wing and it sang at an angelic pitch before she lifted it upwards, allowing it to take control of its own gravity and float above her for a moment before flying into the portal. "I did it..." her body felt weak as she was using too much energy but she continued to help Azya keep the gate open.
They needed to hurry. Alice didn't have all day to die.
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The white witch watched as Azya tried to pull the sword from the stone, his effort seeming weak compared to her counterparts. Her features draining as he said it would not move. Damn it all! She couldn't return to her dying lover empty handed. They needed to win... She held her stomach out of instinct and looked down as if trying to see the child within her. They needed to succeed for their child...
"I did it... Alice's voice rang in the dark witch's mind as if she were going to slip into unconsciousness. That damned angel needed to remain strong for her. She needed Alice for this plan to work. She raised her hand into the air, making the white witch look at her with her brows furrowed. What on earth was this woman doing?
Suddenly a white, almost glowing hunk of stone came to her hand and as soon as it touched her fingers it turned black as night. She quickly whipped it in her hand with a flourish and it grew in size, feathers shedding from it one by one. As the feathers dispersed, it could be seen that she was holding a sword made of what appeared to be some metal void of all light. If one looked close enough it appeared as if you could see stars within the folds of the feathers that made up the blades edge. he held it in front of her and examined it.
So Azya was working with Alice. That was nice of him. She was relieved to see that the sword was able to make its way to her, most likely a side effect of the realms colliding. Nonetheless, she looked at Azya, nodding the white witch to stand behind him. She held the sword above her head and let out a deep breath she didn't even notice she had been holding. With a smooth and fluid movement, too fast for a mortals eye, she struck the stone with the blade.
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"I have what is rightfully yours. I'd appreciate your help in my endeavors and, in return, I'll pay you with the one thing you and your kind have desired for centuries. Follow this Angel, she will lead you to where you can find me and the Weapon of the Creed.
- Jade"
The letter was scrawled in an elegant cursive, the words it held simple and sweet.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:48 pm
[ not going to format this tonight, ill fix it tomorrow] The hunter followed the girls gaze behind him to the ruined corpse of the wizard, he had torn the man to shreds after the fighting broke out, or rather his counterpart had. Rapier in hand he had turned the wizard into a fountian of bleeding holes, his responce had been to summon a giant firestorm. Rather then perishing in the Wizards life fire the Hunter had taken his life. “You trusted a fool” he stated simply taking the note from her. “He died screaming, I suspect he is still screaming somewhere in the underworld.” ------------------------------------------ The necomancers eyes followed that wing right into the portal with a starved look, he could feel that power vibrating inside him right until it vanished into the portal. To think of the wonders he could accomplish with such a tool, to combine it with the Litch...the things he could be capible of... ------------------------------------------ Azyas eyes followed the strange weapon as the dark haired witch hefted it above her head, soft brown eyes watching her every movement as if he was witness to some strange violent dance. Then she braught the weapon down and he glided backwards off the rock to land in soft grass just as a deafening crack sounded from the enormous stone. The sound of it shattering echoed through out the forest for many long moments, it bounced from trees and slid into every dark nook and crany it could find, following it came the most uncomfortable silence imaginable. Nothing could have failed to hear that sound. Yet not all was lost, under her wing sword a simple silver and black sword rested among the rubble, unharmed and deathly silent, its strange emotions gone. To touch it was to touch ice however and it would need to be carried wrapped in clothing less it freeze the hands of the one entrusted to it. For this Azya removed his thin jacket and offered it to Jade, whom he trusted would wrap the weapon with haste, he wore now a simple white shirt that hugged his slender form tightly. “A strange power you have love bird, to be summoning angels wings from nothing but air, I must admit it is not a spell I am aware of.” He ventured a look the way they had come. “Your valiant victory over this obsticle would have been heard for miles, I hope you have a way out of this place, they will be comming for us now. If it pleases you I can summon the door once more and usher you two back to the party.” ------------------------------------------ The Hunter folded the note slowly, steely blue eyes rising to meet that of the meak angel before him. He watched her for a long time before he spoke. “If this is a trap I will eat you.” The threat was so strange it was borderline hilarious, however his tone brooked no argument, if this was indeed a trap he would eat her. He did not relish putting fear in this girl, he suspected she was earnest in her quest and likely needed no more prodding to his bidding then what was already given. However the Creedic blade had been lost for thousands of years, this note bosted the near impossible, yet if it was true he knew he must risk all for the chance to hold that weapon in his hand. “Lead me to Jade” [Ah Eve I wish I could help you sleep, Its a hard fate to rarely sleep and worse when sleep does come it comes at the price of nightmares. Though I would enjoy offering you far more delightful posts I am afraid my imagination is mostly built from nightmares.]
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:16 am
[Glad we're on the same page with the cosmetics haha] The white witch fell backwards as Azya did, falling under him. Scrambling to pick herself up as a two year old would when embarrassed, she cleared her through and smoothed out her pure white dress. She stood and held her head, trying to calm the headache the sound and caused within her mind. The dark witch hastily took the jacket and layered it upon her hands. She had learned her lesson last time, nearly losing her fingers. Picking up the sword, she carefully wrapped it and stuck it securely between the metal that adorned her back and the fabric that protected her skin. She then looked to Azya and smiled as he complimented her. "It's not a magic you ever will know of unless you have an angel for a friend. But just wait, darling. You're about to see what your lover can really do." Her blood was rushing, she was growing excited. Her plan was half way done. As he began to speak again, the witch kissed him, pulling him close by the neck to ensure the passion was shown. This display left the white witch speechless as she watched. ".... What happened to caution?" She asked meekly, her voice equal to that of a mouses. The dark witch pulled away from Azya's lips for a moment to smile, staring at him. "I loved a man who betrayed me and began this wretched journey. Here and now we will face most certain death but I'll be damned if I don't kiss the man I really fell in love with before I meet my maker." She kissed Azya again, this time more gently before she stepped away from them both. "Jade, don't break the chain, whatever you do. Azya, yes, please, make the door but don't go through it. You'll damn us all if you do. No matter what happens, do not go through it." Her gaze showed every bit of seriousness as her voice. before she turned them to the sky. "Keeper! I feel we have some unfinished business.... About our children? Come, show yourself to me so we may share words!" She motioned with her hand for Azya to take the white witch and hide as she watched the worlds collide above them, searching for the Keeper. Surely there would be other being to come to defend the sword's sanctity but if she knew anything about the Keeper, he'd come to her himself. And when he wanted a life bad enough, he'd kill anything who threatened to steal a kill. After a moment of silence she played a card, not her Ace, but her Queen. "I know you can hear me... Or perhaps I am only worth responding to when you're ripping your seed from my womb!" -------------------------------- "Azya, come closer. They're almost ready to return, I need you here with me at the edge, in case we need to pull them out. The Keeper won't be happy that they have the sword...." -------------------------------- The blue haired angel let out a small squeak at his threat, her wings tensing so much they actually caught air and made her almost hop backwards. She nodded nervously and blushed, embarrassed by her weak disposition. "Ju-Just... Please protect m-me... I'm not safe on the ground and right now.... They're hunting angels for our ability to give life. I can't carry you on the winds, they're too wild, so we ha-have to walk..." She began to turn but looked at him with big eyes, curious if he'd agree or not.
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 7:34 am
Azya had been kneeling next the the white haired witch as she stood to brush herself off when the dark haired one had approached him. “Sweet dove I hope I did not harm you” his brow knit in worry as he turned, and then she was upon him. Arms twisted over the back of his neck he felt himself leaning into the kiss, a surprised sound moving from between his lips the moment before they met. His eyes closed to the sensation of the warm woman hanging off him, gently returning the kiss and missing it the moment she pulled away from him. “I loved a man who betrayed me and began this wretched journey. Here and now we will face most certain death but I’ll be damned if I don’t kiss the man I really fell in love with before I meet my maker.” Azya gave her a strange puzzled smile, lopsided and boyish his eyes glowing with hungry intent, it was so extremely mortal it was easy to forget the thing dwelling in their own world. He could still taste her on his lips, feel her pushing against him, yet he simply made the hand sign for ‘extreme happiness’ then turned away from them. “A portal...its fortunate we are not in the mortal world sweet birds, you cannot imagine the lengths I would have to go to open a portal from that place. However...” He began to sing, in the same manner as the necromancer had done so before to open the portal, only this time rather then exclusively in the strange forbidden language it was a hybrid of their own as well, high and pure and so wildly complex it almost lost all sense. The ground at his feet began to hum, vibrate and move as if it was a pool of water. ---------------------- Azya moved closer to her then stopped, staring into the portal, he could see something their, feel it. “Who...” He took a closer look. ---------------------- Behind them Azya was leaning into the portal he had just created as it began to grow clear. “who...?” ---------------------- “Walk...” he spoke the word as if he had never heard it before, “So be it, lead on” He reached for the ebony sword upon his back and drew the slender weapon from its sheath, its cold steel hissed hungrily into his waiting palm as he turned to face the directions of the fallen dragons. Their scales had begun to slide off in great burning clumps, flesh decomposing at an irregular rate. Jargon from this world had begun to stir, shaking off the shackles of his skin to reveal the shiny enormous bones just under the skin. “******** me, thats not good move girl.” Jargons roar made the earth shake under their feet a moment before its skeletal jaws opened to release a pillar of flame into the sky. Under it the second dragon had also begun to move, uncurling itself as if waking from its ******** walking girl, run if you want to keep that pretty a** intact” His palm pushed her roughly in the opposite direction of the rising undead dragons.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 7:37 am
 It came like a whisper, moving with all the gentle finesse of a silk sheet in the wind. A great wave of darkness moved in the foggy undergrowth of the forest. Inquisitive blackness reached out and touched the nonliving trees, they sighed and cracked under the stroke of their master like a house cat awakening to a petting. To drew closer to the three in the clearing, It rose a hundred feet into the air until it became a great wall of shadow, silent and perfectly still for a moment.
Then the tension broke and it swept down, a great wave of darkness that passed through them like a hurricane wind, it became a tornado of dark energy that would doubtlessly knock any off their feet. If the wind had not the sheer force of it coming together in a single form would, a crack that sounded like lightning and a bright light as cosmic powers were forged from nothing to a solid form.
His clothing was darkness and taint, it hung from him in tatters drifting gently in a breeze that could not be felt, it looked as if he had some dark fabric fire burning on him at all times, his hood always flickering oddly, burning off fabric yet never growing smaller. Inside the hood itself was perfect darkness, not merely the absence of light but the actual solid presence of something so dark and terrible it clung to his face. His eyes however, Christ those ******** eyes.
Huge burning orbs of such raw power, it was as if two entire suns had been compressed into his skull. They were a reflection of ones own taint, to stare into those was to see your sins and the terrible punishment that awaited you in repayment. The presence of this monster was enough to drown those about him. Never had he been this strong, not even in the underworld, something was different and it was beyond terrifying to think nothing held this abomination in check.
“Humans”
The spite in his voice was dripping with fury, raw and untarnished, the fury of a god whom had been spurned by his most base creations. His gaze swept them all, each would feel fear settle into their bellies and terror cloud their minds. Finally his eyes locked upon what was wrapped in Azya’s jacket, a rattling breath tumbling from his hood.
“Jade..” likely if she could see past those shadows she would see a grin split his face. “...When I ate my own duplicate he showed me oh so many sweet memories of you, he missed you right to the end.” He laughed at her, mocked the very fiber of her being. Everything about that sound would make her feel small and puny, a worthless smudge who had suffered at the hands of a being that he had made into a meal. This in the very least explained as to why he had gone to such extreme measures to make sure the realms collided. He wasn't merely eating the souls of mortals, he was hunting himself, devouring his own strength time and time again to make himself more then the Keeper.
The keepers gaze swept to Azya whom suddenly seemed panicked and opened his mouth to say something only to freeze unmoving, completely and utterly unable to move. “Quite Sorcerer. I think its best you remain there and stare into your own portal.” The necromancers eyes move unbidden by himself to direct themselves into the portal.
His gaze moved once more to the two women. “You have my sword”
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The Grim Armorer Vice Captain
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Toxic Fascination Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 9:07 am
A pained expressed overcame the white witch as Azya made a light comment about creating the portal in the mortal realm. Tears formed in her eyes and the dark witch spoke up for her counterpart."We know all too well the price that must be paid for such a task in the mortal world." Her words were strong, harsh, as she focused on where the Keeper would appear.
"Just stay quiet and do your bidding, please. I need to concentrate." Then she felt it. Him. He was coming.
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Alice stared in horror, her feet not responding as quickly as she had wanted, at the twin dragons rising to life before them. The Keeper really was not allowing death. This endless battle among realms was simply the perfect distraction a being like him would need to devour the realms and the beings within them. This was not good... As soon as she thought this, Bane uttered a similar statement, commanding her to move.
She felt like her legs were jelly as she moved. She was not used to this form of transportation. She had flown everywhere she needed to go, her large wings throwing off her balance if she tried to run anywhere. Angels did not run, they simply walked or flew. As Hunter pushed her, it nearly made her fall flat on her face but she quickly gathered her balance by expanding her wings a bit, moving her feet as quickly as she could without falling. But she still couldn't keep up with him. She wanted to fly but she knew this would only make her an easier target for the dragons in such strong winds. The currents would carry her form every which way.
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The dark witch lifted an arm over her face to shield her from the Keepers appearance. Oh how he loved an entrance.
Her counterpart, however, found herself nearly flung from her feet, pushing herself to the ground in an attempt to not soar into a tree behind her from the explosion of existence before them. She turned to see Azya helpless, compelled by the Keepers mysterious magic. Jade remained on the ground, scared as she watched the brave dark witch stand strong before the Keeper. How was she not trembling?
The dark witch held her feet apart to brace herself until the Keeper was formed before their eyes, his grotesque form hardly bothering her. She kept her calm red eyes on the abomination before them. Calmly she listened to his words, grinning at his words of the Keeper she knew. It was genuinely amusing to the woman and even more amusing that her grin would irritate the Keeper. "I'm glad to know your memories were fond, Straid." His mortal name was licked as it left her mouth, dancing on the tip of her tongue like poisoned honey as it graced her lips and floated through the air.
"Unfortunately, I'm not certain I can say my memories were as pleasant." Her gaze would have killed him if he had been a mere mortal. Her tongue ring pressed tight against the roof of her mouth when he noticed the sword. Good, now he knew what was at stake for both of them.
"You have my sword."
"Indeed I do," her voice was not mocking, nor victorious as she knew there was only a 50% chance she'd make it out of this alive, and nearly zero percent chance that she'd make it out unscathed. She moved with the most seductive smile as she strolled over to her counterpart, drawing the sword from her armor and gently gave it to the white witch.
"Do not let go of this. Protect it with your life." She spoke into her counterpart's mind in her peoples' ancient language, a language incomprehensible to the Keeper or that of the dead. A language that held the power of her people, long forgotten by most in her village.
She then turned to the Keeper and allowed her posture to offer no sign of fear. She had obtained a level of peace with her existence and the possibility of losing it, she really feared nothing. If she failed, she'd die anyway. Failure was not an option for her in this mission. "I have come to your world to seek you. To parle with you. My end is undoubtedly near and I cannot die without at least knowing something of you. After which, I will gladly die at the hands of my childrens' father." Her words were nearly remorseful as she stepped closer to him.
"Take your human form. I know it's not completely forgotten to that tainted mind of yours." Another step closer, her winged blade dragging in the soft dirt that smelled of plant decay and graves beneath her feet. "Speak to me in the form you used to, one last time..." She allowed a quiver to strike her words as she took another step closer. She was showing, not fear, but longing as she approached the Keeper, stopping at a safe distance, waiting for him to oblige her dying wish.
The white haired witch watched in awe as the dark witch started to talk as if she was giving up, nay, betraying them! She had dragged them there for nothing?!
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