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| When Magic becomes Null; Two Hyperions | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 20 2006, 11:12 PM (195 Views) | |
| Chaell | Nov 20 2006, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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A thousand feet stood between Chaell and his destination and no longer could he leap the great distances he had already traveled to reach this point. The desolate land that he gazed upon had already taken its toll upon the arcane. The mundane suffered also. Not a tree, nor grass bore root in that place towered over on both sides by walls of stone. Two sentinels containing the vicious taint that scarred the cracked land, poisoning it with a fine layer of black dust at rest on the surface; not even wind dared to venture in a place such as this. It was here that two great warriors of both blades and arcane arts were destined to meet. An hour passed in the day; the sun slanted just past its zenith as the first Titan entered what was to be the arena for this days events. Calmly he walked an even thirty metres over the cracked ground, heaving his hefty blade over his shoulder in a large arc as he strode. Stopping he plunged the combination blade into the ground, a small cloud of dust the only effect. He could not help but feel slightly less empowered now that his magnificent weapon had lost its elemental attributes, even if it was only a temporary issue. In a well practiced manner he placed his arsenal around the great sword; a single glaive, two sickles, a blood red sword and finally an elegant scythe that somehow, even in this magikless land, managed to balance vertically on its blade. An age and a day this battle had lay in the midst and amongst the sands of no power, within a chasm of less than the mundane one of the warriors stood, poised to draw any weapon from his arsenal to strike down what he assumed to be a mighty foe. It was there he stood, by his trade clad in a simple black tunic that ruffled slightly in an unnatural breeze that swept across the land. "Aenarion..." He whispered back at the breeze, a childish memory stirring within. |
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