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| The Appearnce of the Phantom; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 23 2009, 11:42 AM (130 Views) | |
| Stratta | Jan 23 2009, 11:42 AM Post #1 |
Vengeance Reborn
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Andias roamed the mist filled lands dubbed Vathergis by some unknown people from a time long ago. It was an eerie place, cold... an unnatural cold that chilled the soul rather than flesh and bone. The berserker didnt like the feeling he got from being here, and his aim was to get out as soon as possible. Fur lined boots patted the ground softly as rough hands gripped the leather wrapped she wolf blade at his side. A bastard sword of brutal and yet elegant design, its words whispered lightly on the winds around the barbarian, a voice apparently only he could hear. He trusted it, trusted her... for her soft yet powerful voice reminded him of a woman from the past, the only woman he didnt wish to gut at first sight. This place didnt sit right with him, it was too quiet, even for a man that was known as a Phantom himself, this place was too quiet. Not quiet like the dead, or even quiet like an empty room... No this place made the spirit resonate with nothing, hollow as if someone carved its substance out to form a nothingness. Goosebumps covered the youth's bare chest and arms as he continuously held Heaven's Howl close, ready to unleash it from its chain just in case something unsavory decided to leap from the bush. As a pathfinder... it was Andias' job, his skill to search areas, map lands in his head to know his area without fail. But this place, this Vathergis was not like other places... one could not see even 3 feet in front of their noses let alone map the area out. And so, the boy wandered aimlessly in the mist, awaiting his chance to get free of its grasp on his person. A figure outlined itself in the distance, and the closer Andias got to it... the more weary he got. It didnt move, it didnt give off a presence, almost as if it were made of stone... a statue. Heaven's Howl slowly slid free of its fur wrapped sheath the fangs of the blade catching the sides as he removed it. A soft wind picked up in the area, mimicking the timing of the fanged sword being removed from its sheath. The boy held the brutal ancient bastard sword in one hand to his side, the sheath being slung over his back as he silently crouched and crept towards the unmoving figure in the mist. And with out warning, the boy leaped forward with a mighty hop step, Heaven's Howl sweeping from the side into an overhead position and was brought down with a thunderous force. The air itself being cut, causing the sword to make a "howling" sound as it sailed through the air, splitting the unmoving figure in two with ease. A petrified adventurer... one that fell pray to whatever lurked in the mist. |
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| Vasily | Jan 23 2009, 12:18 PM Post #2 |
Amethyst Archer
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The Amethyst Archer walked through the land most called Vathegis with three throwing daggers in one hand and his Dragon Dagger in the other, his bow was of no use in the dense mist. SLowly stalking forward in the direction he tought was out of this land Vasily's breath was forming in clouds in front of his face. I like this place Vasily, it has the scent of magic all around it. Of corse Ea Catriona would love the deadly place, as long as the Dragon Ranger was alive she was as well. Her spirit would feed off the energy around their twin souls and give her more strength than she needed. Looking down at his hand The Dragon Spirit dropped the throwing knives, and stared in disbelief. Vasily's body was changing, purple scales and claws were where his infgers once were. His shoulders started to burn next, as wings tore through the skin and pushed aside his cloak. The scream he let fly from his lungs was more of a Dragon Roar than anything else, and he fell to the ground as his legs contorted. A tail grew from the small bone on his pelvis at the same time his face started to reshape itself, fangs formed in his mouth as both his eyes changed to that of a Dragon. Just as fast as the pain shot through his body, it stopped. Standing upon shakind legs the Dragon Knight looked at his body, and found he was more of a half breed than anything he had ever seen. Flexing his shoulders flapped the wings, clenching this muscle moved the tail that wat and that muscle moved it this way. After a few more moments he was running at full tilt. Mid-run Vasily jumped, and snapped open his new wings. The wind sailed under the soft skin and lifted him into the air, only about six feet off the ground. His long black hair flicked in the wind, in a blurr of excitement the Twin Soul opened his mouth to yell for joy and he let out a Roar that rang in his ears. His mind and Ea Catriona's were no longer two different souls, they were one. The flight lasted only a few seconds after the roar, when he nearly crashed into a man that had just torn a statue in half with a sword. Instead of hitting the man the Dragon Warrior swerved to hif left and his wing touched the ground. He was not ready for any contact and his flight was cut short as his shoulder bounced off the ground. |
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| Stratta | Jan 23 2009, 12:55 PM Post #3 |
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The stone being split effortlessly under the keen edge of the she-blade gripped in the hand of the barbarian. A blood chilling roar echoed into the air causing the boy to instantly jump on guard, raising Heaven's Howl and spinning his agile body in the direction the roar came from. And like a bat out of hell some thing came crashing out of the sky headed in his direction. Andias took a step back, his left foot leading as Heaven's Howl slid effortlessly from its raised defense position into a two handed side grip, the flat tip of the sword pointing towards the right. The very mist began to tunnel around the fanged sword, following the wind that swept up in the area. And within the frame of the scaled things decent, the barbarian stepped forward heavily placing his weight on his stomping left foot bringing the loudly howling sword in a rising diagonal strike. He didnt know who or what the thing was, but Andias wasnt about to let whatever the hell it was take his head. No, the Phantom would cut him in two and continue about his business. The blow however missed, and Andias continued forward with his motion, spinning his body on his stepping right foot so that his back was not to his target. Now with the thing in front of him, Andias dashed forward with silent steps, his bastard sword howling in the mist as he raised it high in a over head one handed strike directly down. He wasnt wasting time, and needed to finish this quickly before the thing had a chance to recover. Orcs, Goblins, Trolls he had seen them and slayed them all... but this thing before him was something of a new breed... and the current state Andias was in, he was not in the mood to take any prisoners, not with the eerie feeling this entire place was giving off. It could have friends, it could have enemies, there could be an entire army out there and the Phantom wouldnt know it due to the mist. It was a hateful feeling not knowing your surroundings. It pissed him off, stirred his rage reminding him that he was a nobody. This feeling of not knowing who you are... not knowing if you had a past, or even if the past was worth remembering. It was timed well with not knowing what was beyond the mist in his eyes, not knowing if what was out there was worth knowing about. So Andias would rage, his muscles would knot and ripple and release the pent up anger inside until he sliced whatever stood in front of him, in his way. Today was not a good day. |
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| Vasily | Jan 25 2009, 04:08 AM Post #4 |
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With a shake of his head the Dragon Half-breed pushed himself off the ground and rotated his shoulder. Nothing broke, his body was stronger in this form. Turning around to face the man that he almost hit the Amethyst Archer flapped his wings and dove to his left, the massive blade missing his head by half a second. The sword didn't miss everything, a gash had opened in Vasily's leg where the blade cut through his scales and bit into skin. Red blood dripped to the ground and the Reborn was worried that this man was going to continue to try and kill him, in a panic he opened his mouth and screamed."Thric petranas! Si mi vi thurirl!" Another wave of panic shook the strange new body, he could not speak in human tounge and he could not tell the man he was no enemy. Holding up his hands Vasily tried to show he had no weapons in them, but then realized his fingers were claws. Everything he tried to do would fuel this man's fire and prompt him to kill the Dragon Ranger faster than ever. Jumping to his feet and trying to look as though he did not want to fight was the only chance Vasily had to show the warrior he ment no harm, but there was slim chance it would work. |
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| Stratta | Jan 25 2009, 05:03 AM Post #5 |
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His body knew no love, knew no mercy, it did nothing but fight and survive. And again, his body was forced to fight more this time against an enemy he didnt know who or what it was. she-blade in his grip howled softly in the wind as his two handed grip let loose in favor for a one handed one. The thing dodged the second attack, screaming something in a language that the boy didnt understand. His head cocked slightly to the left as his frame tightened, the muscles in his arms and legs knotting in preparation with his own attack. The thing arose to his feet holding his hands up and frantically moving about... not attacking on his own. This was his chance... Andias stepped back, silently and slowly walking backwards until his frame became enveloped in mist, leaving only a shadow until that too disappeared. Enemy or not, its frame was too large to lose track of, and Gold eyes focused deeply into the mist. His ears and feelings in general opened up allow him to "feel" around him and make sure the thing wasn't attempting to attack from behind. What was it... an why did it raise its hands in defeat? For what purpose did it attack him if it was to only give up later? Heaven rattled in his hands, humming a soft tune into his ears, calming him... did she too feel that whatever it was didnt wish to fight? |
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| Vasily | Jan 25 2009, 07:31 AM Post #6 |
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The man stepped back, he had gotten the message the Reborn had tried to convey. Dropping to his knees the Dragon Knight relaxed, and as he did his body began to burn. The energy drain to keep the form he was in was too great to sustain for any longer, and his body was reverting back to it's human form. Wings shrank back into the Amethyst Archer's shoulder blades, teeth righted themselves, the tail fell off and turned to dust. Scales slid back through his skin, tearing groves that healed themsleves. Soon Vasily was back to normal, save some torn and bloody cloths as well as a nasty gash on his leg. Holding his hand over his calf a pale purple light glowed from the palm of his hand, when he moved away the gash was healed, then the Archer's attention turned back to finding the man. Standing on shaking legs, Vasily opened his mouth and spoke in the words of man. "Warrior, please if you are there show yourself." |
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| Stratta | Jan 26 2009, 01:39 PM Post #7 |
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His breathing stilled, his movements stopped, there was no sound but the steady breeze blowing through the area accompanied by the sounds of that very breeze blowing into grass and trees. Andias was silent, and still as if dead, stone like the many adventuresses that had fallen prey to the foul magic. Gold eyes did not stay fixed for long, roaming the mist in front of him as well as to his sides. Heaven continued to silently whisper in his ear, a voiceless wind that communicated with the savages heart. His body continued to calm, the muscles in his arms and legs releasing themselves, dispersing that pent up power inside his body, defusing it into nothingness, into meaningless energy. She was good to him, and probably the only feminine presence Andias didnt meet with scorn and malice, cruelty and disgust. His grip loosened on her slender form, his hands gripping her hilt relaxed and the boy came back to his senses. Just as the mans voice rang out, calling to him from just in front, human sounding... and in a language he could understand. His head cocked sideways slightly, a stronger breeze blowing from behind him, knocking his black hair into his face, his bangs loosely blowing over his eyes. Still however, with the call of the warrior, telling him to come from the mist. Still Andias did not move, Heavens Howl ready just in case he needed to bleed someone or something, relaxed he may be but his guard was still tight. |
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| Vasily | Jan 27 2009, 06:50 AM Post #8 |
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The Dragon Soul took a step farward into the mist, but his leg fell under his weight, with a dull thud his knees hit the ground. Vasily sat there for a few moment's, his fingers brushing the cold ground. Even with his Dragon's Eye he could not see through the shifting mist, and soon it got the best of him. His mind was telling him he was seeing countless men with weapons stalking just outside of his vision, waiting for the right time to strike him down. The Amethyst Archer's breathing started to pick up, as did his heart rate, he thought he was going to die. His panic was so great that he could hardly hear the other spirit in his body screaming at him in his mind. I have to do something, but this MIST! With slow but determined movements Vasily brought his hands together, and started drawing in energy from the air around him. Not long after he had a large ball of twisting wind, pushing with energy of his own he condensed the ball to that of a dragon's egg. Still pushing it was reduced to the size of a cat, then after much effort the ball was the size of a mace head. The ball was spinning with a fury of a tornado as the Dragon Soul threw it into the air, with another quick movement a spear of wind dashed up behind the Cyclone and peirced the powerfull ball of energy. The blast of air that resulted from the explusion of power was so great that it forced the mist back away from Vasily, and exposing the man that was standing as still as night. |
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| Stratta | Jan 27 2009, 01:00 PM Post #9 |
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The sweet whispers of the she blade held softly in his grip continued to sooth the warrior named Andias. His mind began to grow blank as the wind continued to weave its spell of calm unto him. Finally, after encountering the beast that nearly crashed into him, after retreating into the mist awaiting for a second chance to attack, to recover from the confusion given to him by the dragon things sudden appearance as well as its apparent want for peace and not battle. This gave the youth, the boy something to think about as the wind tunneled around his toothy sword and into his ears. Calm indeed did he grow, and finally with clear eyes not tainted with a lust for blood could Andias see. Heavens Howl was released from the two handed grip, favoring an even one handed grip near the middle of the hilt itself. As if in response to the grip, the she sword "Kooed" slightly, the tunneling wind around the sword dispersing into the air around them. She was pleased, proud of herself that she could once again calm his rage, especially against a being that did not deserve to be cut to ribbons. But all of this was spoken too soon, an explosion caused the barbarian to jump yet again on guard, hopping backwards and gripping Heavens Howl tightly once more as he held the she weapon out in front of him. The mist was blown away by a strong wind, and his position was revealed to the dragon thing that was now... human?! Foul magic! More of it this time, it angered the boy once more as his blood began to boil. His thickening aura leaking from his frame. Again he was angered and again he wanted blood, this time nothing short of receiving it would calm him. Almost against her will, Heavens Howl rattled in protest to the tight grip her master as her keen edge began to funnel air around it. Andias' face was stone, his eyes focused heavily on the figure before him. The bloodmist thickened as Andias' eyes began to dim with rage. Heavens Howl continued to rattle and shake in his hands, whispering in her masters ears in hopes to yet again calm his spirit and rage in hopes that the being before him would not fall pray to her masters indomitable will. |
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