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| Topic Started: Apr 29 2005, 06:45 AM (267 Views) | |
| Alastor | Apr 29 2005, 06:45 AM Post #1 |
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A hot breeze caressed Alastor's cheek, smelling of sulfur and ash, as the deity stood atop the living volcano's cone. The stench, for yes it was quite as stench, was truly vivid to one with vampire blood and that in Alastor's veins was saved from being retching up only by the deity's mantle he wore. Still, god or no, this place was most fowl to Alastor Bane and looking down upon the temple that jutted upward out of the cracked and lava veined ground, he considered what kind of being could exist in such a noxious and disgusting place. For a long moment like that he pondered over the being he had come in search of, the newest and seemly most arrogant of the gods. The child that wanted to show his power...laughable. Walking, the god headed down the crater's slope, toward the temple and the presence he could sense within it. He could sense the other and Alastor was ready for battle. His hand lay peacefully atop the killing spike that was Frostmore's hilt, prepared to draw the blade in a swift killing motion and so it was, when he heard the sudden cries above him. Jumping backward, Alastor looked up, just in time to see a cavern with jaws, much like the one that led to the temple falling toward him. This cavern however had saliva dripping from it and a battle roar sheering through lungs. A sudden flap of wings and the cavern soared upward once more, letting the dragon bellow its challenge at the god of Chaos and Destruction, and stare him down with hard crimson eyes. Yet, this got nothing but a chuckle from the god as he addressed the beast. "Must I then slay you, that I might meet your master?" he asked in a voice of ice and drew his permafrost blade, letting it sing its song of glory, death, and rapture. |
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| Arokasys | May 4 2005, 03:55 PM Post #2 |
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arokasys had just reached the top of the volcano, slightly lower then then the god of chaos and destruction, even this hot arokasys wore his black asssasin clthes and leather armour with his face cloth drawn tight against his nose. as the dragon rose up arokasys dived past it in a leap of speed hopoing that with his silent strides he could get past the dragon. "i guess you! do but youre a god then arnt you?" he replied to the gods questions as he streaked past and began to slide down the slope of the volcano to the shrine entrance. Arokasys had spent hours painstakingly preparing his armaments for todays battle and he had spent the last two weeks doing nothing but practicing his skills (in training and in life). he was well nourished from the mornings meal and he was strong enough today to easily fight the entire battle in his death hunter form. rocks skidded beneath his feet and the dragon let out a roar high above himn. |
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| K~ | May 4 2005, 10:47 PM Post #3 |
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Setharoth Rendra, God Of Dragons, Pyromaniac, and nineteen year old kid stood restlessy in his chamber. Nothing had happened for days. Although the usual company that came to the temple was often annoying today he longed for something to happen. He paced restlessly from wall to wall untill an image filled his mind. Outside amongst the ashes and real world, Chiarore the Divine Dragon, stood facing an intrusive God. She had her mouth open wide enough to swallow him whole, but the blade in his hand that indeed sang with the sound of Ice made her wary. Through her eyes she showed her master what was happening, he needed to know of this. This was the image Seth saw. The God that came into his territory and drew his blade against what he was sworn to protect. He raced through his temple and emerged into the harsh light of the sun to see more than just one standing outside his temple. He knew wich one was the God from the auric vibrations, from this he alse knew wich god he was. "Alastor!" He called, "Why do you come here and threaten my Dragons?" He asked, his hands resting on the hilts of his twin fire blades. Already over the land of Avalon every Dragon had recieved word and were tearing their way towards the Temple of their God. A thousand wings flew through the sky and Thousands more on the ground beneath. ((ooc. Thousands.... Don't worry not what you think, Just sounds good.)) |
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| Alastor | May 5 2005, 01:12 AM Post #4 |
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((OOC: Thousands...a bit much...but I can dig it!)) The god of Chaos and Destruction turned instantly at the voice, knowing it and the power behind it. Alastor ignored the dragon's incessant bellowing, instead allowing his eyes to fall upon the Dragon Lord. "I care nothing for your beasts." the deity said coldly "I've but one reason in coming here, and that sir...is you." Suddenly, all was drowned out. If Alastor spoke more, it was engulfed beyond recognition, as the dragons arrived. The beasts flew high above their god's temple and in unison bellowed their savage challenge, a roaring shrill that made the ground itself tremble with the harsh bass. At this Alastor Bane looked upward and was unchanged in his demeanor. If intimidation was the Dragon god's game, then it was surely a fools past time when confronted with the lord of Chaos and Destruction. "My battle is with you Setharoth Rendra, god of Dragon. If you worry for the safety of your charges...then it is best that they not attack me again." |
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| Arokasys | May 11 2005, 05:53 PM Post #5 |
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the two gods were suffiently distracted for arokasys to get extremly close to the lord of dragons as he thought of him. with economic speed and stealth he crept through the rubble around the volcano. having fought gods before (or atleast demigods, and never having killed any of them) he serverely hoped that the god he was facing could not simply sence his life force. so quiet the only danger came from above arokasys set his eyes on the back of the young boy infront of himand tread intently forward, the volcanic sulphur smell hurt his nose as he drew a throwing dager from his belt. |
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| K~ | May 11 2005, 07:57 PM Post #6 |
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((OOc. What the hell was that??? Well my turn for some fun.)) Setharoth stared quizically at Alastor. His battle was with him? What had he done to Alastor to provoke such a reaction from him. It mattered not for he was here now and so was every dragon in Avalon. "They did not attack you Alastor. You threatened me by entering my lands with malicious intent. My charges protect their God by their own will. I pray that they will stay back and let us decide this battle." He said, turning side on to Alastor. He hoped that the dragons would heed his words and stay safe of the other gods blade. Once more the great beasts roared there challenge and the air was thick with wings as the dragons closed in a dome around the two. An arena of scales. "It would seem Alastor that my Dragons wish to see me fight you. So it shall be." Setharoth said drawing the first of his twin fire blades. Above the fighting gods a faithful follower of the Dragon God spied behind theiir young prince an assassin of sorts. Its great eyes spied the point of a knife and instantly the dragon was gone to the ground with alarming speed. The black clad man was caught up within the Dragons talons and a voice entered his mind. "This is between the Gods, mortal, I will save you only once. Return and you will have to fend for yourself amongst the warring Gods." Its voice ceased as suddenly as it had began and it dropped the man outside the dome of dragons. |
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| Alastor | May 12 2005, 03:15 AM Post #7 |
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Alastor looked hastily about at the dragons that had fallen around himself and the other deity; they were massive beasts of variant color and all looked alarmed, ready for battle, but they made no move to help their god again and so it was that Alastor ignored them and instead focused his frigid gaze upon the god of Dragons. Alastor knew nothing of the mortal, nor did he truly care, the god had seen him and heard him go. He was irrelevant and gone without a thought from the god of Chaos and Destruction. Mortals were of no matter now, nothing was. That was nothing other than the other immortal. This god of Dragons, the immortal that had been rumored to send out a challenge to all others…the self proclaimed most powerful of gods. Alastor was doubtful of this gods’ power and was intent on showing him the meaning of the word. “It is simply you and I now, lord Dragon. Let us begin…” Alastor said with a smirk, and then he was gone. Nothingness was always an interesting feeling and rebirth into existence was always painful, but Alastor ignored these things as he appeared behind the other god, and instead attacked with a light jab meant to get the other’s attention more than it was a true attack. “Come child; show me this power that you are so proud of.” |
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| Arokasys | May 13 2005, 09:18 AM Post #8 |
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Arokasys could feel the rage building up inside him and nothing in his long years of training could stop it as he landed heavily on the warm ground out side the ring of dragons. A darkness so profound that it destroyed the tiny bacteria on the ground engulfed him and for a whole 3 secdonds he remained in this state. suddenly a horific figure emerged from the darkness, with no legs it looked like a wraith but far more subsatial. with a swift swipe of one of the tendrils that extruded from its back in adition to its arms it swatted a smaller dargon on the edge of the ring killing it intsantly. < you will not deny me the chance to fioght godling, and i will face all your dragons to come to your destruction if i must. coward face me > he projected into the miond of all around him. |
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| K~ | May 18 2005, 10:49 PM Post #9 |
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The sword of Alastor was immediately felt. The armour that the Dragon God wore would prevent any such blows from doing anymore than attracting attention. Turning, he drew both of his blades, the flames instantly springing to life. Blade in his left hand, blacker than night. Flames in his right hand, burned hotter than the white they were. Words had come to mind, and were about to manifest themselves upon his tongue. Except he felt the death of one of his young ones. The man that was there a second ago was now much different. Ignored by both gods the Dragons knew what they had to do, but for the moment this battle was the God's. Setharoth jumped back from Alastor and held his swords in a modified fighting stance that he had learnt long ago off Nicon. His Ebony flames were pointed directly at Alastor, while his Ivory were held up above his head. "What power Alastor? I am but a simple man who is revered by Human and Dragon alike. I believe it is you who has power." Setharoth yelled above the beating wings of his worshippers. One of their own...dead.... DEAD!!! They would not stand for this. They would not just stand by while one of their own was slayn by a being that should not be here. Altering their course three of the greatest Dragons of three elements tore off from their flight, breaking away to play with their dark playmate. Fire, Light, Darkness. These three landed about the being. "You should not be here." Fire "You should not be." Light "You should not" Dark They all reared back and oppened their jaws wide. From each their rightful element was manifested in flames, a ray of burning light, a beam of pure darkness. All three hit at once, engulfed in writhing, burning, shining darkness the beinng was as good as dead. Nothing could survive such a blast from the most powerful Elementals. |
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