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Name: Thorn
Age: Looks 28
Race: Half Nazuren and Half Celtarie
Gender: Male
Weapons: Dual Blades Polearm
Powers: Has the power to create light and the power to maniplute plants.
Allignment: Good
Appearence: Tall and slender with waist long silver hair. His skin is a pale green color and his eyes are a dark orange color. He has greenish light armor on his whole beside his head.
Biography: He was a outcast of the Nazurens because of his unusal pale green skin and orange eyes. His mother had died giving birth the him. He lived with his father until he was of age and left his home and land. All Nazurens know his name and they believe his to be a cursed Nazuren. He has lived for longer then much elves and almost long then someother beings as well. So said that the reason for his long live is that he want to make up for his "cursed" life. He has no friends and family that love him. Before he left his father gave him a gift. It was a ancient polearm. You don't chose to weild this weapon but it choses you to weild it. It powers are unknown and unlimited. Thorn has not even unlocked one of this ancient weapon's powers.

(((Thank you, I am still thinking about what to put. You people are evil with you long post and descriptions)))

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((TOOK ME SO ONG TO GET A POST OUT!!! Crow, i sent you a PM, you need to read it ASAP. lol.))

~After the battle at Anier, Malkaia had reported back to his master. He calmly walked up to the throne and kneeled before his lord. Darsha could sense a strange aura eminating from Malkaia as he was carrying a peculiar object with him. It seemed that Malkaia's presence at the battle-site was only a feint fo the enemy. He was not allying himself with the Ryeras, no, his objective lie deeper in the depths of the city.~

Were you able to retrieve it Malkaia?
Yes lord. I have it here. It was being held by Nuga, just as you predicted.
Do the Ryeras suspect anything?
No. The kill was swift and silent.
Good. Give it to me.

~Malkaia then pulled his pouch from his belt and tossed it to Darsha. Darsha wasted no time in openning the pouch and pouring its contents into his hand. A black jewel fragment fell from the pouch and Darsha's eyes widened to the power he could feel from it's presence.~

To think that something so small could contain so much power! You have done well Malkaia, as always.
Thank you, Lord.
I can feel it, just as you said. And my brother has one as well?
According to my contact, Reinsen is in possession of three fragements. They were given to him by the Ryeras.
I see. What of the three that acompanied the Queen?
Demitri is dead. You have your brother to thank for that. Azrielle, Demitri's vassal has been infected by the Dailon, and the girl, Issildia was the only survivor. She marches to face the Ryeras as we speak.
He was infected? Where is he now?
Hunting.
Hunting?
Yes lord. He should have caught up with the girl by now. His mind has already been taken by the infection, by the time he reaches her, his body will take on another form. Heis in stage one of the infection and will be stronger, faster.....but his mind only retains a small portion of his memory. By the time he reaches stage three, he will have learned to control this power that he possesses. It is then that he will become more of a problem than the man hunting the fragments you possess.

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~Meanwhile, a peculiar storm had suddenly settled above the camp that housed Issildia and her allies. With this storm there came a chill that seemed out of place in this particular region of the continent. The sky had begun to darken as a virage of black clouds had taken their place in the air space above the camp. The flashes of lightning were the only forms of light in this darkness. Just outside of the camp, there was a black flame that had suddenly appeared. The light given of by the flame was an indigo color, but at the same time, this flame gave off no heat, but an unbearable coldness.

The flame had suddenly began to separate into seven smaller flames and disburse to the point where they were all about seven feet away from one another. They then began to burn across the ground, seemingly forming a seven-point star on the ground. This peculiar event seemed like a summonning of some sort, but the creature that would emerge was something that the world had never seen before. A single bolt of lightning struck the center of the star, and the body of a man appeared. his arms were hanging limp and his head hung low, his hair coverring his face. His body was hunched over as he stood in place. As he breathed in and out, the sound of a growl could be heard from his vocal cords. The flames had stopped burning as the lightning ceases as the man stood in place.

He was standing right in between the camp and the army that approached as an erie red rain had begun to fall from the sky above. There was a voice that filled the ears of Issildia and her comrades as the rain continued to fall. It was the same voice that had been heard by her in the past.~

Seven Elements, Seven Shadows. One Guardian of the Elements, another for the Shadows. A path towards the Darkness, and another towards the light, but the Heavens shall bleed in recognition of Birth of The Ultimate Lifeform...a Darkness that no Light can conquer. Wherever there is Light There wil always be Darkness....

~Just as the voice faded away, the man standing outside the camp looked up at Issildia, the wind blowing the hair from his face. It was Demitri's lost Vassal, Azrielle. A brand new scar covered the right side of his face, extending from his forehead down to his jaw, as his eyes glowed in the darkness as if they were two saphire lanterns glowing in the darkness. As the blood continued to fall from the sky, Azrielle let out a hideous roar.

His body had begun to change, almost immediately after the roar. Two Saphire colored wings had spread from his back, as four horns extened fro his head. His nails had begun to extend and his hand grew larger, as they became a set of deadly claws. His fangs had grown slightly, as he stared at the woman in the Camp. The army approaching to his rear did not seem to draw his attention. He seemed more concerned with Issildia more than any other. Sparks of black electricity had begun to shoot out of his body as his aura became stronger. Why this creature, formerly an ally of Issildia, was hunting her remained shrouded in mystery, but his intent to kill was apparent.~

(((Just so you know, we are in a desert...so very few trees lol...and be a bit more detailed in which group you are to tell this to, because there are a number of things going on all on one place...and I can't wait for the fireworks from all of this...the Ryera Vs. Larovia. Plus the sparring match between Azrielle and Issildia. (*Malkaia isn't this the 2nd time Azrielle has supposedly come back from the dead lol between this RP and the Darkened xd poor Issildia having to deal with all of this emotional discord*) Anyway and then there is the chat between Luin and Streak, and the overall happenings in the Ryera camp. sweatdrop And I'm rambling again lol so I'm shutting up now lol)))

(((I am already confused, but I will post again.)))

Luin looked away a smirk crossing his pale lips, "I would caution you against any...rash actions. Over half of my Adriecian warriors are in this very room...and should you decide to...do something that is of ill nature then they will kill you where you stand...so stay your blade, and leave my lands."