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| A Battle in the Mountains.; *private* Sammael. | |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Aug 24 2008, 05:24 AM Post #1 |
Bringer of Your Judgement
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Here he stood, awaiting the inevitable challenge that would beset him. Fully decked out in his Dragon Skin armour, minus the helm, Sidarthas Monotheril stood stock still with Chrysamere sheathed on his back. At his sides were his two other weapons: the Blade of the Angel and the Blade of the Demon. Upon his hip in the back was his Rivet-Edged Blade, which he often used as a spare just in case. Ever since he'd recovered Kenji, he'd felt a strange calling from Gramarye. After he'd attending the first meeting and joined the League of Light, this calling became stronger until he couldn't ignore it. Now, Sidarthas had arrived astride his dragon-steed Kenji the Jack of Blades to confront this calling. For he knew that this sign wasn't something peaceful or anything of that sort. This calling sounded demonic, corrupted, and feral. It was as if something was drawing his to this exact spot to place him in a fight that he knew nothing of the outcome. After all, his last fight had been against the mighty Blood Elven mage Aenarion. Even though he'd stood strong against his magics, Sid fell and was slain by the Elf. Though he was returned to life later by the machinations of his sister Rika and his best friend Glorfindel, Sid was later killed by a faceless assassin. Now, ever since his resurrection by an unknown source, Sid had been hearing strange callings throughout Avalon, each time being drawn to the source. This latest calling was different, and Sid was here to see why. And so he stood, Kenji taking some distance, as he awaited this date with destiny. If fate would be against him again, Sid planned to face Death once more and welcome Him as an old friend, for the two did have some history together. Suddenly, his Detect Aura spelled flaired up in his mind, warning of the approaching figure that he spied some distance down the mountain. His opponent had now arrived...... |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Aug 24 2008, 12:56 PM Post #2 |
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The sound of boiling blistered rock, mingled with the heavy thuds of hooves on stone, as the blazing steed, with hair of vibrant flames, and horseshoes made of molten rock, steadily, and methodically made its way up the twisting, precarious mountain path. Its eyes blazed with fires that seemed to rise from the very depths of Satan's domain, striking fear and terror into the souls of those who thought themselves brave enough to venture near. Intense the steed might well have been, but when compared to the burning eyes of its lord and master, even the great fire steed of legend quaked in recoiled fear of wrath, and bowed only to its master. Gripping reins made of black stone, long since made liquid by the beasts intense flames, now holding together only through the power of polymorph other, the grip of one who held no race, no age, and no true master, knew no pain of flames from its steed. Riding through the jagged, untested terrain of the mountains, he was clad in blackest armor, made from the remnants of the ancient God Hades. Once master of the dead, it had taken the figure upon the steed little time to hunt down the God's Remains, lost to time within the land of decay and death, where the souls of those who have tied reached out toward the living from the River Styx and begged for companion ship. Though he was bound to the Goddess of Blood, he had been constructed by the Goddess of Vengeance, a brother to Blood and Son of Vengeance, he truly swore loyalty to neither woman, instead having spread his wicked darkness through out the lesser beings of Avalon and Fincayra, the wicked energy pulsing through the hearts of mortal and immortal alike, swirling like blood in veins and evil beset evil, and added to his strength of domain. His blazing eyes had seen the coming of one who had been called. Interesting how those who found him, or struck his interest were those who had been touched by Death. Either playing the role of the darkest shadow's right hand, or who had felt its icy grip upon their body and had been laid low by its pure omnipotence. Death held no master, it held no feelings no bother of right or wrong, it merely did its job with out question, with out remorse. There were no reprieves from Death. As the steed drew near, the figure dismounted, landing on the ground, and walking toward the armored individual who had heard the calling. Though not quite what Sammael had thought of, he could see use in someone the likes of the Paladin who stood before him. Beneath the fanged helm of the Death God's Skull, he smiled to himself. It was only those who worked both sides of the line between good and evil who ultimately would be the ones to succeed in their endeavors. With each step along the marled, jagged pathway he took, strange winged serpents seemed to pull from his shadows, attached to his body by shadow, the screamed, and clawed, thrusting into the light of day in search of food. An unhappy lizard fell prey to one such monstrosity as it devoured the creature whole, sucking into the depths of shadow it had spawned from. From his waist were suspended two weapons, Heaven's Fear and Hell's Nightmare. Each savage in their design, and hooked to gash and severe rather than merely slice and cut. The back of Hell's Nightmare's blade held small, hooks in alignment, with small rectangular holes in the back of Heaven's Fear. While two swords, constructed in two very different domains, the two were linked in a death struggle for supremacy, neither more powerful than the other, but kept in balance with each other, in tune with the warring forces of the living and the dead, neither side ever having a true victory, nor true peace. "Hark, I see a man in armor, whom doth seem a stranger to these lands." The voice of the figure was as dark and piercing as he was himself. Horror radiated from his very innards and seemed to soak the land nearby in savage fear. He himself seemed to walk with out purpose, with out strife, and a touch of a drunken swagger though no drink had passed his pale lips in the last fortnight. "It must be as if he has been summoned, by some wary hero's eye, to see the depth of depravity at its deepest. Is that you, Paladin Knight?" |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Aug 24 2008, 04:12 PM Post #3 |
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"It must be as if he has been summoned, by some wary hero's eye, to see the depth of depravity at its deepest. Is that you, Paladin Knight?" "Indeed", grumbled Sid loudly in return, his eyes beginning to take shape of the monstrosity before him. "I am Sidarthas Monotheril, Last Scion of the Noble Line and the Banisher of the Warlock of the North: Reman Monotheril. And who what would be the name of he who summoned me?" Sidarthas closed his eyes briefly and summoned a bolt of psychic energy to them. When he opened them again, his Ethereal Sight and Identify Alignment bathed the entire area is a white-blue glow. However, the "man" standing before was......nothing. In the area where his summoner was standing, there was literally nothing there. Instead, a Black Void stood there, with the blackness steadily spreading out and consuming the vibrant world around him. This man was evil and corruption embodied. Even as they stood, Sid could feel the enveloping darkness from this man's body reaching out and touching the Blade of the Angel and Sid's own Holy Blade Chrysamere. Sid could even feel his own Paladin's Aura strain to keep the corruption out. As well, the Blade of the Demon was unhindered, too, which meant that Sid might stand a decent chance against this being of pure corruption. However, he knew that a prolonged fight could ultimately corrupt Chrysamere and the Blade of the Angel utterly, which could then overwhelm his Aura and turn him down the path of Evil as well, just as the Demoness Ashiban had attempted in the Cape of Darkness. Sid was, afterall, not the typical Paladin. While he fought for the common good and crusaded against those of Evil, he was taught to not let blind faith and zealous fervor drive him. Instead, he was encouraged to use his own Common Sense and Logic, overriding his lower, baser instincts. As such, he was a member of an order known as the Order of the Neutral Paladins, a monastic order of Holy Knights who fought for good, but didn't utilize pure Light against the Darkness. Instead, they utilized the Light but also used it in tandem with Darkness, creating a sort of balance between the two. However, using this sort of awesome power to combat the Darkness has been known to drive users beyond the brink. In using Darkness to protect yourself from Darkness, one had to maintain strict discipline in battle. If one strayed too close to the brink, they could lose themselves and forsake their ideals trying to protect them! "Why did you summon me", growled Sid in inquiry, keeping a steady stance as he faced his opponent. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Aug 25 2008, 06:56 AM Post #4 |
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Eyes, like burning flames watched the Paladin, feeling magic wrap around himself, he didn't care, he truthfully had nothing to hide from anyone, his true nature could revealed by a simple question, if one dared to ask it. Still, that sick and twisted smile played beneath the helm of skull that he wore, blocking his face from view. He would never reveal himself unless he was certain it would play out to how he wanted it too. Mistakes were not something he could afford so early on in the game. Still he wondered if there was a way to use this Paladin that had heeded the dark call to his advantage. Last Scion, Monotheril.. The words played in his head, as he took a deep breath. Though he was fairly new to the worlds, his knowledge covered a great encompassing girth of details. In this instance it was Rahvin's memories that rose to the surface, showing flickers of the hellish realm of Satan's design, and made the darkness within Sammael twitch with a kindred feeling. "Monotheril, the names of pitiless barbarians who would rather swing swords than speak. How amusing." Sammael whispered, a small flame escaping from beneath the helm as he spoke, twirling bands of smoke rising from the openings of the skull he wore as a helm. "So that is why you have heard my summoning. Darkness, begets Darkness, and those who's hearts are attuned to vial deeds and broken words, feel the pull stronger than others. Especially when they are meant to be laid low within a grave of their own making." His twisted words poured forth, accompanied by flames with every breath, and smoke with every letter. "Sidarthas Monotheril, Last Scion of the Noble Line, and the Banisher of the Warlock of the North" Reman Monotheril, why do you think you were called to stand before me? I am Sammael, Holder of the Skies, Flame upon the World, Spirit of Hate, and Dragon of Blood." Sammael bowed deeply, showing no fear of the Paladin in front of him, he knew no fear, but he new how to invoke it. It took a simple push, and the dark power of Horror that he possessed began to snake through the air, causing hidden animals to scurry, and his own steed to buck with the instinct of survival. And still the lithe creatures of shadows bit and gnashed their teeth in ever direction, hoping for the taste of flesh within their jaws. |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Aug 25 2008, 08:00 AM Post #5 |
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Fear, he hissed to himself, his body, still standing stock still like a Sentinel, was now paralyzed and held in the grip of his own horrors. This man held Psychic power, much akin to the powers Calia, Sid's mother, had held that Sidarthas held now, at least somewhat. He was seized completely by the Psychic link now between them. It pressed in upon Sid, threatening to buckle his legs and cry out in fear. However, he held fast, and decided to now exploit this psychic uplink to his advantage. Smirking slightly, Sid mustered his own psychic power and sent a jolt of Inferno back through to Sammael's mind. This power, if it affected him, would cast an illusion and give the feeling that he was on fire, burning in the depths of Heaven's Wrath before being cast into the Void. Whether or not it affect the demon, Sid's retaliation broke him free of the vile being's grip, and he took a deep breath to regain his bodily control. "Sammael, I accept your challenge", rumbled Sid as Chrysamere left its sheath in a powerful ring that cast Hope to Sid's words. However, he was no going to use his Paladin's Blade. Not yet, at least. Drawing energy into his own mind, Sid reached out into the trees surrounding the two about-to-be combatants. Stretching his mind into the wood itself, Sid forced it to splinter and crack by force of his Psychic energy, which would then bring the trees surrounding Sammael down around him, intending to hinder, if not crush, the abomination. "Now that the opening formalities have been attending to", wisecracked Sid with a grim tone, bringing Chrysamere to bear by holding it pointing behind him with both hands, "Why don't we draw swords, and settle things like those 'barbarians' you spoke of did?" |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Aug 25 2008, 09:25 AM Post #6 |
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"Poor fellow, thy have lost thy mind." Sammael said, as powerful storm clouds began to take shape high above the mountains of the Yseulte. "I am not some mere common thug to be put away by holy relics." Gripping the hilt of Heaven's Fear, he slowly with drew it, the angled blade pushed pushed forward at two right angles, to give optimum power to the wielder, as the burning sensation he had felt creeping over him continued. "Thou magic is strong, Master Sidarthas, but is it enough to overcome the pain you will soon feel at my hand." Lightning flashed from the ever growing storm above, the blackening sky swirling around over the small section of road the two men faced each other over. The blade of Heaven's Fear was as dark as the clouds above, and seemed to mingle with the shadows that were falling upon them now. The twisted blade murmured and whispered the souls of those long since damned to the eternal pits of the underworld, and cried blood of those slain upon its blade. The black bone armored feet were placed, positioned just right to give optimum stability in the upcoming fight. Sammael was no fool, in truth the heavy armor of the paladin would be more than a match for his own bone armor, even if his were the bones of a God. Metal had its own share of weaknesses, and bent before heat like high grass in heavy wind. Drawing back the blade of the damned, he spun it over his head, and back down across his chest. He was still a decent ten feet from the Paladin Sidarthas, but it was a perfect placement. Black flames flowed behind the swathing cut of the blade through the air, and spewed forth like the breath of a dragon, burning air and ground where it met and arched forth toward the neutral knight, the last Scion. With out waiting a moment, the dark beast used his power of polymorph to rearrange the bones that made his helm, and opened a hole large enough for the dragon like muzzle that formed on his face. With out waiting for Heaven's Fear's flames to touch his foe, he sent forth a belch of flame from right to left, creating a criss cross pattern of flames toward his opponent. "If it be a fight thou wish, then a fight thou shalt have." |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Aug 25 2008, 01:01 PM Post #7 |
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The dark blade he held lashed fire toward Sid's standing body. Meanwhile, his face mutated into a dragon's face, which then spewed flames forth from its maw, a disrespect to a noble and hearty race. Crouching and then springing forward, Sidarthas held Chrysamere in front of his face as he dove through the flames. Though his Holy Blade and the enchantments on his Dragon's Skin armour lessened the effect, Sid could feel some of his hair singe as well as his armour heat and cause him discomfort. When he broke through the other side of the inferno, he somersaulted in the air and landed right in front of Sammael, Chrysamere held aloft in his right hand. His armour was glowing red hot from the heat of the flames, but it was quickly cooling off. Luckily, too, the masterwork of his suit of armour made by the Order of the Neutral Paladins kept it from deforming and warping. However, there was still the fact of the matter that Sid was now hot and sweaty, which could heavily impede his fighting capabilities. "Alright, then", he snarled into his rival's face, "Lets......get started!" Gripping Chrysamere in both hands, he brought it sideways in a swift slashing attack, a white light seeming to course along the blade as he did so. Edited by Sidarthas Monotheril, Aug 28 2008, 01:17 PM.
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| Sammael Mordeth | Aug 30 2008, 05:45 AM Post #8 |
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Sweat dripped from his forehead into Sammael's eyes even as they lit up in flames with excitement as he watched the paladin leap through the flames toward him. The careless fool. He was strong, able to push through the flames and heat, but that mattered little to one who watched, and measured. The foe swung his blade from the side, having gripped the hilt in both hands. Sammael gripped the hilt of Heaven's Fear in accordance, and brought the Hell forged blade around to meet the holy blade of his opponent. The contact of steel on steel sent shudders running down his body, but it wasn't always strength that gave advantage. As the blades met, one in offense and one in defense, Sammael had turned his body to the side, facing the oncoming blade to halt it. He pulled up his left leg, and quickly struck out at his opponent's knee. Hoping he had inflicted some sort of irritant wound to the Paladin. This was not what Sammael had sought out, while the fight was good to keep skills that were not even his own, honed, they served no purpose to him. It explained nothing of who or what he was, why he was there. Those questions, those that had gone by unanswered by the Goddess of Vengeance or the now combined spirits of Rahvin and Grithore, drove him mad, why couldn't he piece it together, what was his ultimate goal? Gritting his teeth in rage, he dropped his foot back down to the ground and shoved against the sword of Sidarthas, hopefully getting some distance between the blades before he turned his blade to the side, and swung back around at the good aligned warrior. Through gritted teeth, and the helm which was once again fusing back to the way it had been before, he growled out, "Why?!" |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Sep 1 2008, 07:44 AM Post #9 |
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Sid grunted in pain as Sammael's kick to his knees knocked his firm stance apart, his footing beaten from the strike. Then, the demon forced against their bladelock and sent Sid staggering to the right for a few steps before he swept his demonic blade at Sid's left. It was all Sid could do to draw his vampiric Blade of the Demon from its sheathe at his right, using his left hand, to parry the blow. However, the blast of sheer power from Sammael's attack sent Sidarthas reeling to the side more, almost tripping over his own feet as he attempted to regain balance. He tumbled into a tree, his back making contact with a loud "thunk" as the wind was knocked right out of him. Pulling himself to his feet, as he had slid to his bottom after hitting the tree, Sid channeled a measure of his psionic energy into Chrysamere, and soon an azure light began to pulse up and down the blade. Taking three steps forward, in order to regain his center of gravity, Sid placed his right foot firm on his third step and pulled Chrysamere up and down, ending with its point aimed directly at Sammael's heart. Releasing the energy he'd channeled into the blade, Sid sent a Magic Missle of azure blue screaming toward the demon. The blue bolt of energy streamed quickly toward its target, emitting a high, screaming pitch as it careened at Sidarthas' opponent. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 5 2008, 06:27 AM Post #10 |
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Finally the moment arrived that Sammael had been waiting for. Every attack, every motion he had quietly moved himself to the edge of the mountain, the large space beneath him a gaping hole of freedom from those like Kioku who would oppress him and try to turn him into a soldier on their side. He knew what he was, he was evil, he was darkness, but he held more ambition then to simply turn over the government to someone else. It would be his turn to rule one day, his turn to fight off those who would attempt to usurp his control. He wanted wanted this position, had waited for it since he had first started up the mountain path. Along the side of the path, just twenty feet down was a cave, Sammael thought that it might have led to the Orc city beneath. As Sidarthas used his Magic Missile, Sammael dropped his guard, catching the spell in the chest, and rejoiced at the power behind it as it pushed him toward the edge of the cliff. Digging in his feet he managed to slow down the speed and power, until he finally toppled over the edge. He made no noise as he fell, but gripped an outcropping of stone as he fell, using it as a handle to swing himself into the dark cave. He would let the world believe he was dead, and that Kioku's experiment had failed. With any luck, with the great size of Avalon and Fincayra respectively he could move around with out catching her attention. Ignoring the neigh of the firesteed above, Sammael quietly slipped into the darkness of the cave, and began to make his way toward the Orc City. |
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Sep 9 2008, 12:42 PM Post #11 |
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OoC: So, does Sammael intend on reclaiming the firesteed later, or could Sid possibly have it? IC: In the aftermath of his attack, Sid was curious, as he always was. He knew that his opponent could have simply dodged or blocked the attack Sid had sent tearing through the air toward Sammael. However, his enemy instead backed up to the edge and took the bolt of energy square in the chest. Even though Sid knew it was powerful, that attack was not strong enough to kill the demon, he was simply too strong. An eyebrow raised in curiosity, Sid journeyed the to edge of the cliff and looked down, augmenting his sight with Ethreal energy to see if he could identify the glowing corpse he would see in the forests below the sheer drop. Instead, however, he saw no corpse, but instead saw that a jutting rock face had become suddenly completely black as opposed to the normal gray most unliving ground glowed. Smiling slightly, Sid dispelled his Sight and then probed forth with his Detect Alignment spell, which could double as a Detect Life spell. Sure enough, he felt Sammael moving through a deep cave that led toward the city of orcs nestled beneath the Yseulte Mountains. So, he has an ulterior motive to this, pondered Sid slightly, He wants someone, or something, to believe he's dead, and I was simply a means to an end. Nonetheless, it won't be smart to pursue him. The darkness of that cave will surely give him an advantage. Sid placed two bare fingers into his mouth and blew, a harsh, shrill whistle emitting from his mouth. A ground-rumbling roar answered in return, and soon he could detect his mighty black dragon soaring along the cliff-face toward the cliff where Sid stood. Sheathing Chrysamere and the Blade of the Angel, Sidarthas vaulted from the cliff and into the air, his tied hair fluttering in the wind as freefall engulfed him. This feeling of total freedom came to an end, though, when he felt himself land on the hard leather saddle affixed on Kenji's back. Righting himself in the saddle, he gripped the reins of the saddle in both hands and tugged, turning the reptilian companion back toward the direction of mainland Avalon, the sun setting as Kenji and Sid soared into the twilight. |
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