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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 9, 2005 14:48:12 GMT -5
Death would curse as more of the undead by Drako, then would let a grin form on Anduin's lips. He would hold his hands in front of him as he muttered an ancient spell. Unbeknownst to Drako, the bits and pieces of the undead he slew would form together, adding each individual part to its own until the mass of flesh and bones took the form of a man. A familiar man, midnight-black hair flowing down to its shoulders, stone-grey eyes peering around. The simaculrum would turn in the direction that Drako had run, and called out in a voice familiar to the guardsman: Drako, where are you going!?
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 9, 2005 20:23:39 GMT -5
She looked to Drako as he would pass her, as she spoke softly to him.
I will not hurt the body that fathered two of my children. You may call him brother.. but he is much more to me then that. I cannot.. and will not help you battle him..
She turned her head as she felt one tear dropping down along her right cheek. She was sorry.. but she couldn't, and yet.. she knew that oneday.. she would have to face him.
Shaking her head she would turn to walk away.. missing what Drako had done after walking away, but then she heard Anduins voice. Turning her head she would see the undead start to reform.. growling she would run towards them.
Jumpping up she would slam her heel into the face of one of the undead that was upon Drakos back.. Looking to him. Soft sea blue eyes seemed to be replaced by dark crimson/oranges. She wouldn't let him get hurt.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 9, 2005 22:54:40 GMT -5
::He looked back to the form which looked like Anduin. Drako was smarter than that. He didn't get the feeling inside of him when Anduin was really around. Not with this imposter. He turned away and walked the path his instincts told him to, trying not to pay attention to the man behind him. He did look back to Angel though and nodded his thanks to her. He'd find his brother and attempt to bring him back soon, or he'd die trying::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 10, 2005 11:32:09 GMT -5
The simaculrum would let out an inarticulate scream as it suddenly blew apart, sending shards of bone flying everywhere, impaling everything within 5 meters of it.
Death would feel the simaculrum explode, and would shake his head slowly as he turned to run. A shroud of darkness would form behind him, giving hime time to get across the river so he could feast on more souls.
That thought alone kept Death going, speaking softly to himself as his robed form moved among the trees: I fought them too soon. I need to feed on more souls before I go up against any of them again...
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 10, 2005 11:37:02 GMT -5
You're feeding ends here....::He stepped out from behind a tree about five feet away from death. He knew these lands like the back of his hand. He stood there with his sword in his left hand and his right arm hanging limp against his side, blood still seeping from the gash::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 10, 2005 11:40:47 GMT -5
Death would turn, spotting Drako. A curse would escape from Anduin's pale lips as Death's black eyes looked upon the wounded royal guard: You cannot stop me, mortal! The only thing you can do now is feed me your soul!: At that moment, the air would become ice-cold as Death's scythe would appear in front of him, hovering in mid-air before Death grabbed the weapon and flew at Drako, swinging the scythe at Drako's left arm:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 10, 2005 12:06:09 GMT -5
::He swung his sword up to meet the scythe. As he held the block there, he would look death straight in the eyes and grin:: Give me your best...::Now he was fighting for all of GoldenMyst::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 10, 2005 12:08:35 GMT -5
My best you say? : A cruel leer would form on Death's face. Then, while easily holding the scythe with one hand, his other hand would slam open-palmed into Drako's chest, a black burst of energy slamming into Drako:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 10, 2005 12:12:56 GMT -5
::That sent him to the ground. As he fell, his sword got caught up in the scythe, making him break his death grip on it. There he was, standing unarmed against the most powerful enemy he'd ever battled. All he could do was smirk. He was getting tired, and lightheaded from the loss of blood, yet he was still holding his own (somewhat) against death::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 10, 2005 12:16:17 GMT -5
Death would toss the sword aside, the weapon clattering to the ground off the forest path. He would then slowly walk towards Drako,a triumphant look on Anduin's face as Death's black eyes looked down upon the fallen warrior: I must admit, you fought well, Drako Lathen, but now, your soul is mine!
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