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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 1:38 pm
((Oh my god... he's back from... where were you stationed exactly? And congrats on your daughter. ^^))
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 1:54 pm
((Interestig Indeed. BTW, you should already know who's attacking Issildia. ust remember, up until now she had never met him.))
~The assassin which atttacked Issildia, only bounced off of her blade, and stepped back. He stared at her, his face covered by the cloak he wore over it. The only part of his face visible was his left eye. (Avatar) His blade was quite large, and it was most likely heavy, but he wielded it as if it were as weightless. He twirled the blade a bit and placed it back in the sheathe. He then took on a more offensive stance and his right arm burst into blood-red flames.~
Banecr. Perish.
~The assassin thrusted his arm out towards the warrior princess, and a stream of flames tore out towards her. The heat emitted from their presence threatened to leave nothing of her should they make contact with her body.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:12 pm
(((Oh I know lol, Anyone that rps with you long enough begins to learn the colors you like to use for certain characters. xd )))
The time to process the situation was not granted to Issildia as she would have preferred. But then again assassins did not allow their targets such time, she knew this well enough herself.
In a movement that gained momentum from the blade she held, Issildia leapt to the side, landing a matter of feet away from her former position in a crouched stance, barely avoiding the assassin's attack. Quickly she came to her feet; left hand crooked in a position favored by Anierian spell casters, and her blade angled down to the ground to her right.
"Mankoi naa lle sinome?...Who are you? Why are you doing this!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:34 pm
~The assassin stood normally after his attack. He did not seem pleased with the outcome of this battle. He spkoe to her in the same language as before.~
Nysa ec uv hu esbundyhla. Oui yna hud nayto du vyla ic. Name is of no importance. You are not ready to face us.
~With his last statement, the assassin's body was suddenly engulfed in a spiral of bloodu flames. They reached into the air quite a ways before they thinned and faded away. Once they died out, the assassin was gone. His powers did not seem normal, in fact they were completely abstract, but one thing was for certain, this would most likely not be the last time they met. Where he came from and the meaning of his statement remained shrouded in mystery.~
((I hate to do it, but I have to go. I don't know how long I have to be at work, but once I'm off, I'l be back on here. TTYL. And Sorry again.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:49 pm
(((Alright then, Until Later.)))
For a matter of moments Issildia did not move from her position after the assassin's presence dissipated. When she finally stood normally and sheathed her blade in a sharp motion, Issildia seemed more that perplexed by what had transpired. Not because she did not understand why it had taken place, even if that bothered her as well; it was simply because it seemed that there was more to this war and all that had taken place thus far than she had envisioned.
"Who was that..." questioned Sylph from where she stood behind the others, her hands shaking ever so slightly as she spoke.
Issildia turned to them, an unspoken tint on anger and frustration reflected in her eyes.
"...I don't know."
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 11:56 pm
Sin almost said something but bit his tounge and kept quiet feeling that Issildia wasn't to be trifled with just then and there. Suddenly he was pushed back right into a massive bush of thorns and other various sharp branches.
When he finally pulled himself out of them with much curseing and swearing he looked around at Sylph and Issildia as the attacker left them where they stood. With another bit of cursing Sin looked over his body at the small cuts the now coverd his arms and legs. Putting two fingers in his mouth he looked at the small dabble of blood that coverd it and sighed.
"Issildia gets attacked and I end up worse for wear.... I think I bit my tounge..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:24 pm
Archer had been unable to respond to their conversation, and when that weird human had attacked, he simply uttered a strange cry mixed with a gurgle. Now that the threat was gone, he coughed, and spit away a wad of dark green goo mixed with pus. He scowled, and looked back. His dissapointment coupled with his anger, and he mumbled a gruff. "If they know we're here, we must leave!" And stormed away, toward the rising sun. Hopefully, he was going in the right direction.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:03 am
"He was not with the Larovians" Issildia uttered grimly.
Name is of no importance. You are not ready to face us...
The words had been spoken in her native tongue, no larovian would speak the language of the enemy. Nor would a larovian assassin have ceased their attempts to kill either her, or her companions. Her father would not allow such failure.
"But until we get to Faltora, our questions will remain unanswered...And Archer...west not east." she corrected in a subdued manner, since he happened to be heading in the opposite direction.
Without a word she mounted the first of the desert horses that had accompanied them from Ryera lands and silently directed the beast into a walk towards the forest that they had journeyed through to reach the forge.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:13 am
Sin sighed as he conected his left hand thumb finger to his right hand pinkey, his left hand pinkey to his ring finger, his ring finger to his middle finger and his middle to his index finger and his pinkey to his other thumb. Muttering under his breath he spoke to him self.
"Seal of binding, unlocked."
The palm of his hands began to glow red. Then takeing his palm he started to brush his hands over the many cuts and srcapes that coverd his body. Winceing noticalby, each of the wounds sizzled and smoked for a second then stopped bleeding. Sin moved his hands over his entire body searing the wounds lightly. Eventually he finished and pulled out a peice of cloth from his backpack and started to dab at his tounge seeing how bad he bit it. Sastified that it wasn't life threating he wrapped up the cloth and put it back in his bag carefiully, before walking after Issilida towards the west.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:10 pm
Archer murmured a swear, and turned. "Well, I seem to be a little off." He mumbled. He walked west now, ignoring the horses. He sighed. "Issildia, I must apologize for my ignorance, for the language he spoke was the one you spoke to me when we first met. An unmistakeable one, though one I do not know the dialect of."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:50 am
Issildia frowned slightly as she slowed the pace of the destrier she rode as they entered the forest that they had first journeyed to in order to reach the forge.
"It is a dialect of Ashleisu...the former language of my people. Though nothing more than a dead tongue now..." she uttered dismally without bothering to look at the others as the bright light of dawn was blotted out by the trees above.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:04 pm
"If a person was killed, and he is remembered, than therefore he is not dead. I believe it can apply to a culture, a people, even a world if needbe." He smiled halfly, lowering his head, to hide his face. He had spoken as if it were shoved through his mouth. His sour mood would have prevented any premeditation.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:38 pm
"But if there are none left to speak it, then a language is indeed dead for it no longer serves a purpose; not that it is any loss...the common tongue works just as well in the act of conveying an idea...That aside, the matter of the attacker being well versed in the language is an enigma. " stated Issildia is a perplexed manner.
"Though it now seems that the larovians are not the only ones hunting us." she muttered to herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:16 pm
Sin looked over at Issilida chooseing his words carefully this time.
"What about your history... The Ashleisu... Would you want them to be forgetten? left to be coverd by the very sands of time?"
He pasued looking up at the sky and sighing lightly, not a sigh of remorce but of contentedness.
"The Monkoto don't really have their own language.... but I even if we did I wouldn't want to ever forget it... its something to prove to the world that they existed and that alone is worth liveing for..."
He looked back at Issilida and smilied.
"If you ever have some free time I would certainly like to see if I can learn it..."
Sin suddenly chuckled and shook his head.
"actully all I could probly muster is a few verbs and nouns... ah well, it's your choice..."
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