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Post by hateweaver on Nov 15, 2005 13:07:46 GMT -5
War would be standing there, looking around the area into which he was summoned by his brother, Death, first of the Four Horsemen. He would flex his muscles under the red and black ancient armor, which was hidden under the flowing black robes. Having absorbed a great amount of power from the battle between Death, Angel and Veronus, a blood-red aura would surround War, the two longswords that he held in his hands surrounded by blood-red flames. Hidden under the Great Helm of War's armor, a set of runes, etched over the man's left eyes, would glow blue for but a moment, then would turn black, then red. The robed figure would slowly turn, then disappear, seeking more battles on which to feed, to gain much more power....
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Nov 15, 2005 15:44:33 GMT -5
He rose up, ignoring all facts around him. Those demonic hues would open as he would slowly take a stance, his lright leg lver his left, his hand on the hilt of his katana as those dark blue strands of hair would slowly brush along his face. Those demonic like lips would move up in a demonic grin.
"It took you long enough.." He knew it wasn't death, but with the fall of the four horsemen that he had, would shurly bring the end of the true mastermind behind this attack. Death. The only thing that Syn had to worry about, is that everybody in the castle would not get in his way. This battle will take alot out of him, but if he needed to sacrafice himself for the well being of the castle, and everybody in it...so be it....
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Nov 16, 2005 12:05:43 GMT -5
[Death] It had been a few days since Death had been seen anywhere, Death having kept a low profile. But now was a good a time as any to steal more souls, knowing full well that he would need them if he were to defeat the warriors of the kingdom. Anduin would slowly take the eastern path, making his way into the marketplace. The air around him would become cold as ice, his power emanating outward, a dark aura flowing over the billowing black robes which covered Anduin. Death would look around, seeing so many people, a soft chuckle escaping from Anduin's lips.
[Pendor_Fae] The wizard sits on the porch of the magic shop, rocking in his chair and smoking his pipe. Puff, puff, pause .... something was not right. He looks around, spotting Death, then raises his hand. Everyone in the market seems to freeze in place as he stops time. Only Death would be unaffected.
[Death] He would suddenly sense that time had indeed stopped. Slowly looking around, Death's obsidian eyes looking around. Anduin's gaze would then fall upon the old wizard, who was sitting on the steps to a nearby shop. A cold anger filled Anduin as he walked towards the wizard, stopping a few feet from him: I remember you. You were that fool who healed the dragoness...
[Pendor_Fae] The old hobbit's gaze looks upon Death kindly, showing no animosity. "I am no fool, Death." He uses the long staff to stand, facing Death squarely. Except for lacking a beard, he is the very image of Father Time. "Someone seems to be breaking all sorts of rules. Bad form, ye know."
[Death] Death would take a closer look at the hobbit, then would take a step back, a look of suprise on Anduin's face, though it would quickly fade, replaced with a cruel grin: I don't play by the rules. Besides, I've been cheated far too many times by these mortals. That's why I was created, to fix what has been broken. Many of the people here should not be living, yet they are.
[Pendor_Fae] He shrugs, unconcerned with Death's declaration. "All will die in time, what does it matter when?"
[Death] Sure, you would say that wouldn't you! : Death would clench his pale fists as he watched Time, a look of anger on his face: No one cheats Death of what he is due! They broke the rules, not I. My brothers and I are here to rectify the mistakes made, letting these mortals have the power to cheat death....
[Pendor_Fae] He chuckles softly, "Perhaps ye should take up that argument with the Creator. It is he that giveth these mortals power, not I. Stopping to take another puff of the pipe, blowing the smoke in Anduin's face. "Ye seek to address wrongs which will be righted in time, what is thy hurry? Afraid they will be redeemed?" With a casual gesture, time resumes for those in the marketplace. He and Death now stand outside of time.
[Death] He would look around, seeing that time has resumed. Looking over to Time, a cruel grin on his face: You may have kept me from feeding on these fools here, but you cant be everywhere. Besides, there are easier prey than these....
[Pendor_Fae] He nods to Death, he will not stand in his way, though he wasn't going to let him take souls at random. "Go back to the forests and do thy work there. These people are under my protection, ye shall not have them before their time."
[Death] A cruel chuckle would escape Anduin's lips as he would mock-bow to Time: Very well, Time. But if you stop me again, you will regret it.: with that Death would turn, making his way out of the marketplace, the air around him below the freezing mark as he went about searching for more souls to steal. Death would prowl along the edges of the marketplace, keeping out of sight in the woods. He would watch for anyone who left the marketplace, knowing that Time only protected those within.
[Pendor_Fae] He sits back down, watching the people go past and puffing on his pipe. Something would have to be done about Death and his friends, but it was not his place. He would do his part to thwart him as much as he could, within the rules of course.
[Death] Not seeing anyone come out, Death would get frustrated and head further into the woods, searching for more souls to steal: Curse that fool Time and his following the rules. If I had all those people, I would have been powerful enough to take on any of these foolish mortals....
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Nov 16, 2005 19:21:54 GMT -5
"Cmon war..Death...Ill take you both on at the same time if I need to.." He said outloud, knowing that possibly one of the two might hear. "Besides, you like souls..try taking mine away.'' The katana in his hand would spin, he now hed it downward with the blade shimmering some off of those pericing hues of his. Strands of hair brushing along his cheeks and hair. He had his mind in the right place finally.
..Neo..you better be right. I hope you did lock those books away from him.
Were the words that ran across his mind as those hues would look out infront of him. His senses multiplied by 10 thanks to the ninja based skilled he aquired while under the training of Neo. Its time to see if these skills would come in use finally. Slowly, that metal katana he would hold downward, would start to glow a dark greyish color. His dark energy still giving off waves to call upon Death.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 17, 2005 14:10:32 GMT -5
A look of irritation would form on Anduin's face, Death having not found any other souls to steal. He cursed Time and his meddling, knowing full well that with all those souls in the marketplace, he could have easily taken on the leaders of this kingdom. Anduin would turn and head north, staying far to the west of the castle, about a half mile from the cliffs which overlook the ocean. The hood of the black robe was pulled back, Anduin's shoulder-length, snow-white hair flowing in the sea breeze. For a moment, Anduin's eyes would change from pure obsidian orbs, to stone-grey hues. A sad smile would appear on Anduin's face, memories of this place filling his mind now. The moment would pass, Death taking back control, black flames surrounding death's obsidian eyes:
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Post by hateweaver on Nov 17, 2005 14:21:19 GMT -5
War would feel the energy coming off of Syn, and would turn, launching into a dead run, the swords he held changing into a pair of bearded axes, red flames roaring off the weapons as his black robes billowed out behind him. He would reach the clearing in a matter of moments, not having been that far away. A pair of hell-red eyes would look out from behind the Great Helm which he wore. A grating laugh would emanate from within the armor, as the bearded axes were twirled in each hand: So, you wish to do battle, demon mage? You seem content with throwing your life, but nevertheless, Im not one to turn down a challenge.
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Post by Nym Zeal on Nov 17, 2005 17:04:36 GMT -5
So much had been occuring as of late, just outside the castle walls. Of course, Nym was not as blind to it as most may have thought. The rider kept indoors with her daughter, but Eirik still flew the skies and her cats still lurked about the woods when it pleased them. She knew that her exhusband was out there someplace, the rider fretting for him quietly as she looked out the windows of the main hall. They'd already lost Drako, she'd already felt Angel's death and then when she was revived... "Gaia keep them," she whispered, falling back on simple faith in the only deity she'd really ever known.
Then she heard the little platter of tiny, practicing feet behind her. Xia fell often when she tried to walk, only really managing a few shaky steps at a time, but the little girl seemed so determined each time to get right back up again. Nym though it a testiment to the human spirit, knowing there was at least a good deal of humanity in her daughter, that each time she fell she got right back up again. This was her place, to remain in the castle and safeguard this tiny, helpless person. Still, she turned her eyes back to the window once more, hoping all would prove well before she allowed the curtains to fall closed once again and moved to sit in the floor with Xia, tickling her side playfully to hear her joyous giggles fill the stone hall.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Nov 17, 2005 17:08:43 GMT -5
"Demon mage?..Oh..you have it all wrong War.."
Slowly he stepped up, those black strands of hair brushing along his cheeks, hiding those dark yellowish red hues of his. It was go time, the showdown to see if Syn can take down Death, which he can. "I don't even know why Death picked you for a horseman..Your pathetic..Useless...you died once you stepped into this world...why..because your standing front of the one man who will take you down." His footing would change, he slide his foot slightly to the side. His katana would be seen.
"Lets see you take on the former god of the Angel Demon Race.." He said, as those hues would close. In that moment his katana rose upward towards his own wasit, slowly he would thrust the blade upward from his wasit, sending a razor like wind towards war, then he sliced downward, sending another one. Winds sharp enough to cut metal like a hot knife on butter.
His dark aura would be seen now, a dark red gloomy color that would be seen from even the castle. This was the sign for him to indicate that his fight was begining, and about to end very soon as well.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 17, 2005 18:25:27 GMT -5
Death would turn, feeling the battle about to begin between War and Syn. A cruel grin would form on Anduin's face as he stood there, scythe in hand as a arctic wind would blow out of the North: that fool mage doesnt know what he got himself into. Oh well, noone can save him now. Ill have his soul soon enough...: Dark clouds would follow the arctic wind, the sun disappearing behind the thick clouds. Grey mists would seep along the ground in the forests, as Death expanded his power, blanketing the land with misery and sorrow....
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Post by hateweaver on Nov 17, 2005 18:45:58 GMT -5
As the two razor winds flew at war, he would deflect the winds easily, the axe in his left knocking aside the first, the second slicing through a tree beside him, it being knocked aside by his right hand weapon. A harsh laugh would be heard from within the armor as War faced down his opponent, the weapons in his hands changing. In his hands he would now be wielding dual tano swords, blood-red flames emanating from the weapons: It doesnt matter what you are, mage. You are still a fool to face me, and Ill show you why, right now: with that the swords in his hands would spin, becoming razor wheels, red flames billowing off them as War would throw the first, then the second, tearing up the ground beneath them as they flew right at Syn.
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