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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 4:06 pm
Sephra cursed as she was shoved out of the way of her own blade for the other man to fall victim to. Words of damnation parted her lips in an effort to call up more soldiers to aid her but it was for naught. She couldn't summon the meager energy she needed. It was then she realized she burned out too much energy in that last attempt. And it seemed she had missed the Void Lord as well when his shield came slamming down on her. Lights flashed through her vision as the pain overload shut down her mind, causing her to pass out as her blood continued to help paint the floor of the arena.
-defeated-
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:30 am
Snakebite turned from the cells momentarily, a smirk enduring on his face after watching the Anima reprimand those who came with him. Then he was running. From the center of the mob erupted a surge of furious anger as one of their own was cut down, but this was replaced by surprise as vast blades of light split through the masses, their paths of flight meant to slice everyone. One of these blades made way to Kinetav, cutting through the men that weren't fast enough to scatter. As it struck the cell in which he was held, blinding rays of light erupted from the blade at its point of impact. The cell wall caved inwards with a shriek of wrenched metal. No hole was seen; the cell's door stayed intact despite the force that just impacted the cage. It appeared the scarred man hadn't been lying. As Krayth appeared in the dark above and the armless Sephra went silent under the weight of his blow, the crowd didn't cheer. It was nearly quiet again, save the grunts of the wounded and those aiding them. Adellos returned from within the crowd, blade still drawn but unbloodied. He regarded Kinetav with the same smoldering stoicism as before. "I will release you shortly. Any attempts to run or retrieve your weapon and you will be put down." The hooded wilder then returned his gaze to the center of the Arena, watching with hungry and hateful eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:02 am
Verideathul Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Student |The Citadel
6/6 (8/8 when using Exodus)
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyes widened as one of the bolts of light came rocketing towards the cage, moving to one side and praying for the best; his jaw nearly dropped as the cage was merely dented before regaining his composure. It seemed that the battle was over, whatever enemy it was crushed at the cost of yet another beloved tribesman; the Lord Krayth had been victorious in the end, however. The Anima walked over to the middle of the cage floor, bending over to pick up his vizor as now he was somewhat exposed to the crowd; as the dark metal mask once again encased his head, his jailor came back and proclaimed that he would soon be released. Kinetav's eyes drifted underneath the vizor to his Exodus, but he quickly realized how foolish it would be to take back his blade. Even with success, it would come at the cost of trying to defeat at least a thousand people there at the arena. Kinetav's left arm moved to grasp his right wrist, the audible sound of bones popping made as he flexed and released a fist, before stretching the other and stretching his entire body. If he was to go out, he was at least going to do so as a "cursed" man, feared and hated among these strange people. After "warming up" for whatever may happen, his steel-grey eyes turned to that of stone as he stood up straight and tall, resolved to whatever end Fate might have in store for him, replying in a monotone and serious fashion:*
"Fine. No tricks from me, like I said before, doesn't take much to figure out I'm trapped."
*The Captain and his men began to stir even more at the excitement of the blade hitting the cage, before realizing just how solid the cages were as their hopes of escape were crushed. The Captain looked around at his men, each one responding in one tone:*
"Well gentlemen, if we are going to go out...it was an honor to have led you all. You will be more than rewarded by Grix in the afterlife for your achievements, and perhaps in the Dead Lands we can see this world indeed united under our banner. And you...Anima....may your deity be with you, in this life and the next."
"For the Legion!"
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 10:45 am
⇥| |⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 7 (8 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙  As the Void Lord rose, there was silence unheard by him. His blood rushed in his ears; his eyes strained to regain sight. He found it, and found Sephra unconscious before him. Unconscious beside the decapitated remains of Dashyk. What he felt should not be shared. As Beyruun's form slithered inwards to become its birthshape, he knelt to grip The Fallen by the porcelain of her throat. The Arena around him was holding its breath as he lifted the limp bleeding woman up, holding her before him; an offering to his people.
"TRIBES, SPEAK! HAS SHE SUFFERED ENOUGH?"
Their response was a single word that erupted in unison, thundering off the cavern's walls like cannon fire.
"NO!"
Krayth's eyes watched the faces of the wilders, and the dim dank air at his right came to light with fire as a low flame awoke over Beyruun. Teeth gritting as he kept Sephra aloft, he force his burning blade against the open gore of her right arm. The hiss and aroma of cooked flesh was barely heard or smelled amidst the stink of so much spilled blood. He proceeded to her left arm, sizzling her amputations shut and stemming the flow of her injuries. He hoped she would come to at the pain, as he twisted his arm to make her visage face his.
"Look at me, Sephra. Remember my face." Beyruun rose to the level her eyes, the flame hot and uncomfortable in its proximity. "It is the last you will see... He ripped his burning Exodus across her face, razor edge slicing her left eyeball across the middle, continuing over the bridge of her nose to the right. The flames would immediately scorch the wound shut, but that would not alleviate the pain. "...but not the last you feel."
He let her fall to the floor as a piece of trash. Again the Arena held its breath, but it was different now. Hunger. They eyed her like packs of ravenous beasts.
"Take her, tribes--" The widlers were already moving; rushing in to surround Krayth and The Fallen as he continued, "Take her away. Take her teeth. Take her articles. Take everything but her life from her... and take your time." The Anima now held in his hand a cracked mirror, whose surface glistened like strychnine. As the wilders reached and grabbed and tore for Sephra, hoisting her into the air in their knotted web of arms, Krayth set the mirror against The Fallen's chest. "My Lord." The mirror would stir, as it had before. This time, the Plague Lord would not be staring at Krayth. It would be the armless Sephra, as her teeth were pried from her skull and her blood soaked clothes were ripped from her body. "Say hello to your daughter..."
Krayth turned away as the tribesmen began to funnel out of the Arena
with Sephra carried in the middle. His face was cast in cold steel. He felt sick and exhausted, but would not rest. There was much to tend to... the first being his protege, who bled from a dire wound of her own as she stayed with the mysterious girl from before. He moved to Blood first, a stroke of his hand raising the dark from around her to embrace her wound as a tenebrous bandage. In the next moment she would feel the cool of the shadow tighten into firm material. "Be still, Nox'Sala. This will hold until the Shamans arrive. Thank you for tending to her... whoever you be." He took the time to study the young girl before him. He could still feel the unshakable sensation of others in his midst. Others like him and Blood, bound to the Infinite Dark. "Blood, do you feel it? It's the presence of two of our kind. They're here, in the Arena."
He knew they were near - near enough to be seen- but he could not take his attention from the girl. Her eyes were cloudy like Liliana's and their soul held a slight similarity... yet her aura was both aflame and still, like the pall of death. "What is your name, Seer? Why have you come?"
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-Condition-
Grave Injuries
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Mark Soul (Sephra - BROKEN)
Dark Convictions - ENDED
Shadow Manipulation - 40 Energy
Transmute Darkness - 40 Energy
Channel Element - 40 Energy
-Energy-
*750/2400
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:34 pm
Adellos and his brother were two of the select few tribesmen who remained as Sephra was carried away. The one eyed man had no interest in the torture she was about to endure. He kept his eyes forward, watching his Lord turn to two women that were nearby. The Arena was considerably more open now, the howling of the tribesmen echoing back to the cavern as they continued further into Andalusia to a place that would witness unspeakable acts. The Hunter didn't even look pleased with her fate. He remained as stoic as the metal beneath his feet. Once the room was mostly clear, Adellos turned to the door of Kinetav's cage. "Gerdane, go to Lord Valdiir now. Provide him this Soul Eater's weapon and explain his arrival with The Legion." That snake scarred wilder nodded and turned, moving from the cells to cross the floor of the Arena. As he did, Adellos strode enough away from the cells to shout up the side of the Arena to the floor above. "THALMOS! TIK'KAL SA!" Kinetav's cell door emitted a low grinding noise as a row of size tribesmen assembled before it, spears lowered directly to the portal's mouth. Then there was a stoney percussion, and the door opened as Adellos took his place at the escort's center, with three wilders to his left and three to his right. His weapon remained drawn and he gestured with its point to the space at his feet. "To me, cub. It is time to face our Lord."Some 50 feet in the distance, Gerdane was nearly to Krayth.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 2:47 pm
Verideathul Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Student |The Citadel
6/6 (8/8 when using Exodus)
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav frowned as his cage was opened, but understood how the tribesmen were most likely afraid of anything that could be hidden on his person; he looked around at the citizens and saw behind their stares of hatred at his armor fear of the unknown newcomer. Fear....of the technology he might be a part of as countless spears kept him from going forward into the arena itself, as well as the rows of guards on his right and left with weaponry drawn. Nevertheless...there was something that had to be observed in Kinetav's mind as the Anima walked tall over to the where the weapon was pointed, his steel-grey eyes cut into the gaze of his captor as he was ordered around. Arriving at the spot, he said in a stubborn and serious tone to the tribesman:*
"I anticipate that you all call it honor...but where I come from, it is known as timē (pronounced tee-may). You are right, it is indeed time for me to face your Lord...alone. I understand this guard, but at this point you are beginning to dishonor me, and take away my timē just by having them point weaponry at me as if I'd break my word and give up my timē. You have my weapon, what more harm can I be now that my life is already literally in the hands of your Lord? Let me face your Lord Valdiir, alone as a foreign, yet honorable "Soul Eater" for him to determine my fate and die honorably should it be his decision. Or... if it is indeed required for you to come with, at least sheathe your weaponry, and allow me to walk of my own accord. Call it a last request if you please, tribesman."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 5:30 pm
Adellos was motionless in face and body as the fledgling Anima made his appeal. He watched the Anima's eyes flit over a few of the citizens that had trickled back with their children after the bloody trial. When he was finished, the one eye wilder raised the tip of his blade to the softer underside of Kinetav's chin. "You have some gall." The blade dropped to Adellos' side in the same motion it was sheathed. Some flickering sense of approval brushed over the wilder's hard features. "Good. You may prove your tee-may in this meeting." He opened his free hand and lowered his palm towards his hip. The other guards set their spears against their shoulders and watched silently. "But Valdiir has seen much war and killed many today. He wears his own blood from battle, and so you will not go unwatched. I am no fool. Wind carried you here. You are a sign, and I wish to see what he thinks of you. Now, walk with me."The Hunter turned to gesture slightly out and before his right. Gerdane was speaking to Krayth now. Adellos didn't take his eyes from Kinetav or his palm from the pommel of his sword. He would not be caught by surprise, and when the stranger took up his place he began forward, towards Krayth.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:35 pm
Verideathul Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Student |The Citadel
6/6 (8/8 when using Exodus)
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav didn't even flinch as the tip hit his chin, knowing that the wilder had entreated him thus far and probably wouldn't kill him at this point; the Anima grinned underneath his dark vizor and nodded in reply to the tribesman as he began to walk along with his captor towards Lord Valdiir. He felt the arena's grand presence even without the massive crowd there, the eyes upon his form as he stuck out like a sore thumb in his dark armor; there was a hush over the entire arena for a few seconds before whispers began to rise through the arena. Kinetav's eyes never hit the crowd though, too used to tuning out the facts that didn't matter at the time and focusing on what did; he saw the snake bitten tribesman and the Lord speaking as he neared the center of the arena, his eyes focused on his Exodus...until he saw for his own eyes the blade of the Lord and the small smooth stone filled with dense curling mist. His eyes widened in shock as a mental affirmation screamed through his mind from the Edge:
Yes....good....think it out
So the cub is cursed as well. We know your kind. One rules us now.
Of course....the tribesman's words... that's what he meant...Cursed! The Lord's....an Anima, and that's his Exodus....that's how the tribesman knew about you, Edge!
Glad...you pieced it...together
Kinetav and the tribesman continued to walk towards the middle of the arena as the Dark Avenger continued to piece together the information until a stirring occurred in his soul; it was small, and yet with each step it grew exponentially, his soul eventually screaming out on its own accord that one bound to the Infinite Dark was nearby. It was only then that Kinetav's eyes began to float around the crowd, searching for signs and traces of shadow energy until he came to the realization....and it was fortunate that his expression was masked underneath his metal vizor as his jaw dropped, for the Lord himself was also a brother of the Void. In addition, that woman who was standing nearby him was also clearly a sister of the Void, her soul faint compared to his but still ever-present. The woman seemed wounded, a dark bandage appearing where her clothes were decimated, a sizeable wound that Kinetav could only think of being caused by one of those blades of light he saw earlier. The Lord, although covered in blood, seemed still more than capable of fighting and still very vengeful, but a small glimpse of hope came back to the Anima's spirit as they approached Lord Valdiir, Kinetav wanting to stay silent until spoken to.*
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:20 am
“I have foreseen your destruction.”
Rivkah gasped as the weight of another human being settled on her, the color of blood filled her 'sight' and the close proximity of the person allowed her to 'see' who her protector was. A small sigh of relief passed pale lips as the overwhelming noise and the stinking press of so many bodies pressed into one room, continued. She nodded as her savior spoke to her. Seconds later the smell of blood hit Rivkah's nostrils as the sticky substance trailed off her human shield to stain the orange of her dress.
After what felt like hours, though was in reality only a few moments, the dark man spoke to his audience and got a very loud scream of "NO" in return. The events following were a blur of screaming and movement as the room cleared. She could see clearly now, though her mind was still recovering from the cacophony of lights that had now drained from the room. She looked from the crimson signature to the grey-purple one, listening to the words he spoke... So, it had been an order. Fair enough. As the man... Krayth... Addressed her.
Pushing herself up and to her feet, Rivkah made a vain attempt at dusting off her clothing before replying. "My name is Rivkah, Krayth, and I did not choose to come here. Your psychotic animals dragged me here. I am so sorry to have inconvenienced you, Highness," The title spoken dripping with sarcasm. Turning her back on Krayth, Rivkah curtsied to Blood. "Thank you for risking your life to save mine. Even if it was an order, I am in your debt," She gave Blood a small smile as she straightened and returned her gaze to Krayth. "Is there anything else?"
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 10:18 am
⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 7 (8 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙ The Desert Lord's expression was one of genuine shock. The girl's words were hateful and scathing enough to draw a real reaction. So swaddled in the instinct of battle and his bloodlust that he thought to stab her on the spot. Beyruun's alarm rang in the storm of his mind and he could feel his Exodus' apprehension in the palm of his hand. That would be too much. The suffering and pain Beyruun delighted in came from the punishment of deserving souls, not the butcher of an innocent...
At that point he felt cold. Very cold. The Anima was suddenly aware that he was shivering from the mild damp of the cavern air. His brackish blood dripped from the bottom hem of his dark leather cuirass and his fingers. He could feel every searing jolt of pain as his split ribs ground together, and the wet slip of his open wound's flesh sliding against itself. Why was he so cold now? Azur had always said his fire kept her warm... and the mountainous weight of the day crushed him.
"The Queen of my heart and country was murdered today." He found it hard to shape the words. The warmth of a tear ran down the side of his face in contrast to the cold he felt. All of the carnage and pain he'd afflicted on the Sisters of Plague felt meaningless. He wanted to scream until he died of suffocation and was taken by The Black. Instead, he was trapped in his prison of self, trembling as a leaf. "There is nothing else."
"Lord Valdiir." A familiar voice, raw and hoarse, called Krayth's attention to the wilder who approached; one whose hairless head was scarred repeatedly by the fangs of snakes.
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-Condition-
Grave Injuries
-Skills Used-
Transmute Darkness - 1/5
-Energy-
*750/2400
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:59 am
Gerdane approached his Lord somberly. It was impossible not to see the pain both his body and soul was in, and the wilder had no interest in exacerbating it... and so he hoped his news wouldn't. "The Legion came in your absence, requesting you travel to The Citadel with them. They were given fair warning not to return. Another group arrived as you passed judgement on the Fallen b***h, and they brought with them another."Adellos and the prisoner of interest were not far behind Gerdane and closing the distance. "He claims to come from another plane yet, my Lord, he is like you. This is his weapon." Gerdane's hand extended towards Krayth. In it was a knife that forged from a single piece of dark material. Small veins of crimson were etched in dagger's blade and handle; all leading into a large red gem, insides swirling with dense blood-like fog. Kinetav and Adellos were now beside Gerdane. "This is he. Prisoner, state your name and business with The Legion now."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:21 pm
Verideathul Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Student |The Citadel
6/6 (8/8 when using Exodus)
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav stood tall and unwavering, his black armor standing in the middle of the arena as he heard naught but the whispers, the Lord clearly with his mind on something else; Kine felt a little bad at the fact that he must've come at a horrible time, but fate would have it no other way as it was not his choice to disturb the Lord. The Anima's vizor turned upwards towards the Lord as he watched Krayth inspect his weapon before hearing his captor's request, speaking plainly and simply in the same diplomatic fashion as if he was back on his old planet in court:*
"My name is Kinetav Erth'azar, and I have no dealing with the Legion. I am but a student who appeared on this planet near a place you know as the Citadel. After Srin used his ID to get me past the gate since my ID was obviously not of this world, the Reaper took me into his core and offered me training since I am but a student. My test as a Student, to my complete shock....was to go find the Lord of the Devil's Eye Desert and ask him to come back to the Citadel in order to talk peace with Srin, Lord of the Citadel. And well, here I am after being caged up and thrown into the middle of business I had no clue about. Obviously it's not your fault either, it seems that the Legion has certainly done something to piss off the Devil's Eye Desert and I was simply unaware... I showed my tribesman captor here, so I might as well show you...."
*The Anima's left gauntlet once again extended palm up towards the Lord, the symbols on the edges of the fingers flickering to life before glowing a turquoise blue; a projection screen appeared about half a foot above Kinetav's hand, a blue 3-dimensional ID forming with his name, rank, birthday, and birthplace. No class was given...but if Kinetav could sense what class Krayth was, he was certain that Krayth knew what class he was as well.*
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:33 pm
  "There is only evil in action,
Lady Liliana of Ernya, Sage Elementalist ███████████████████████████████████████
Tribesmen viewed the new woman that strode through them so boldly with suspicion and a little lingering hunger from their "feast" on the Fallen woman. But Liliana would be unmoved by their eyes and thoughts. Here, she allowed some of the pressure of her aura to seep out, insuring her a circle of warning against others to not try attacking. She had seen a brief snip of the battle Krayth had continued with Sephra and she wanted to make sure he was healed quickly. They had lost too many rulers in this world already. Her eyes found him quickly with others of his kind. "Void Lord Krayth," she called out as she neared. "Please tell me you haven't killed her yet."
███████████████████████████████████████ Str: 3 ~~~ Spd: 7 ~~~ Energy: 10125/10125   not in man itself."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 4:12 pm
Blood Iben'la Ahad  Dark Avenger / Devils Eye Desert / Draconian / Student / Bloody Red Queen / Strength/Speed: 8/5 / Energy: 300/300
Hidden Blade (1) / Grapple Gauntlet (1) / Dagger (1) / Crossbow Bolts: 75/75 / Throwing Knives: 20/20 / Smoke Bombs: 10/10 --------------------------------------------"You think you can escape me.."------------------------------------------- Blood stood as well after everything had ended and the shadow wrapped around her to form a sort of bandage. When Rivkah gave her a curtsy Blood smiled. "Don't worry too much about it, love. You were in need of protection, I would have protected you even if it wasn't an order... My name is Blood Iben'la Ahad, It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Rivkah." Blood told her in a nice soft voice as she then watched Lady Liliana walk into the Arena. She had sensed the two Dark Avengers in the Arena as well, but she thought nothing of it at first, especially since her body was radiating with pain. -----------------------------"..But your fate has already been sealed.. There is no escape.."----------------------------------
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