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| Topic Started: May 12 2009, 11:50 AM (137 Views) | |
| Belvaan | May 12 2009, 11:50 AM Post #1 |
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It had been weeks since the monk had seen another living soul -friend or foe. If he had had a destination, he would be hopelessly lost. As it were, the young monk was merely wandering the thick wilderness far from his home. Time had seemed to stop for Belvaan, as each minute slowly picking his way through the forest seemed an eternity. He was constantly hungry, having run out of provisions several days before. He had managed, by pure luck, to catch and eat a squirrel that morning. Though he had become somewhat proficient in gathering edible berries, he was still unable to make a fire -he ate the squirrel raw. The weight of the black wooden box, secured to a leather strap that hung from his shoulder, grew with each step. Over the past week, Belvaan had become to hate the box. He knew that what was inside was the destination he wandered towards. The box was locked only with a single piece of ribbon. He could open it at any time, and return to the temple where his masters were. There, he could continue his training -perhaps one day becoming a blade mystic -a nearly magical twin-bladed fighter. He knew, however, that the ribbon was merely a symbol. It was his solemn oath to not open the box until he had become a living weapon that remained the true lock. As it was, his oath was unbreakable. His mind was focused on the box, distracting him from the danger ahead. His reflexes, however, proved to be faster than the shortspear that nearly skewered his belly. Belvaan crouched low as the two reptilian hunters emerged from the thick brush a few score feet before him. Though they seemed to be proficient hunters, their game proved to be fiercer than they had anticipated. Belvaan sprang forward in a full run. He easily dodged the next spear -thrown in haste as it was. He leaped into the air, driving his knee into one of the lizardmen's throat. The muffled sound of crushed windpipe quickly evened the odds. The other hunter answered back with a well-placed thrust of his spear. He caught the monk in the side. The spear tip could have ended his life had Belvaan not grabbed it quickly. Still, the wound burned madly -the stinging iron cramping ever muscle in his torso. Belvaan spoke in a ferocious growl, "Well done...now it is my turn." His eyes were wild and cold. Before he launched his attack, he saw several more of the lizardmen approaching from the bushes. If I die here, let it be a good death. Who will tell my tale? |
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| Deleted User | May 13 2009, 01:54 PM Post #2 |
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It's been a while since he had traversed alone. He escaped for a while as he was trying to control this...ability. He didn't want to put his lover's life in peril. That was why he had gone into the outlands of the south. They say that the south is the harshest of the lands on Avalon. Of course, he decided to put that to the test. Armed with only a halberd and his usual mercenary clothing, he had gone to what seemed to be a vast wilderness of sorts. It was tiring but he pressed on. He did not know what had brought him here, in all honesty. He was just thinking of control and to train but how he was to do such feat had slipped his mind. Then...an opportunity seemed to arise. He could see from afar a small fray. A group of creatures were ganging up on another. Well, Scythe has always favored the underdog, it seems like this would be a good training. A further and closer look proved the attackers to be reptilians. It wasn't hard to see their scales and unique features. They outnumber what seemed to be a man in a ratio of a hundred to one. A fairly nice number in Scythe's opinion. He unlatched the halberd from the strap on his back and charged up, dragging the heavy polearm as he picked up his speed. Upon nearing the nearest foe (he had chosen his side obviously), he swung the halberd with much force, cleaving the creature in half as the blade crushed and split bone from bone. The weight of the polearm was enough to catch him off balance if he tried to stop it in mid swing. And so he let it swing and he let it spin him around, using the weight as the source of power for his swings. He spun around and around like a small twister of heavy bladed fury. Those unlucky enough to be caught in his wake would find themselves missing a couple of bones from impact. To stop the spinning, he had caught sight of a single random target and had used the momentum of the spinning as he had swung it up, hitting the mandible of the reptilian. The halberd spun vertically in the air and had caught the creature in the air as well. As if insult to injury, the reptilian landed on the ground only to be followed by the halberd's deadly blade, neatly splitting his rib cage in half.. |
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| Belvaan | May 13 2009, 03:33 PM Post #3 |
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Belvaan pulled the spear tip from his side, the struggle forcing the blade in before it came out. He could feel the blood begin to flow. He was not dead yet, however. He moved quickly, too quickly for the lizardman to react. Belvaan launched himself over the hunter's shoulder, grabbing his throat in his arm as he passed through the air. The reptile's necked snapped loudly against Belvaan's shoulder when he landed. Like a sudden, ferocious storm, Belvaan waded into the countless lizardfolk. The first fell quickly as Belvaan thrust his elbow several times into the creature's head. He then maneuvered to the side as a spear flew by. The spear missed the monk by inches, but caught another hunter in the chest. The reptilian that threw the ill-fated spear fell next -his neck snapped with a violent twist from the maddened monk's hands. There were so many foes; Belvaan did not notice the young Halberdier. He did not notice that the throngs of lizardmen were not running at him, rather away from the newcomer’s deadly assault. The monk merely continued to kill any creature unfortunate enough to get too close to him. An arrow caught him in the bicep of his left arm, but could not stop the feral monk from continuing forward into the fray. His arm injured, Belvaan jumped onto the neck of his next victim -squeezing the life from the helpless creature with his legs. The pain was adding up, and the monk was beginning to slow. In what he thought to be his final moments, he considered pulling the ribbon from the black wooden box. He wanted to die complete. He was, however, renewed. At that low moment, he finally saw the Halberdier. He rose back to his feet, and yanked the arrow from his arm, swooning at the sudden stab of pain. He punched several times into the face of a lizardman hunter while calling out to the newcomer. "Greetings...friend! Pleasant day...for a stroll, no?" The young monk laughed joyously. |
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| Xue Jian | May 18 2009, 02:48 PM Post #4 |
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The sounds of battle caught Xue Jian's ears as he walked deeper into the woods. Not being the sort to turn tail and run when someone might need help, he moved closer to the sounds as quickly as his legs would carry him. Flying would have been faster, but there were too many obstacles in the way to fly in low, and he would have been too easily seen by any hostile creatures if he went in higher up. Thus he was left with running, although it was more like bounding from one tree limb to the next, covering large spans of ground with each leap. As he grew close to the battle, he spotted a large group of lizard men apparently running away from something he couldn't see, but as they passed a certain spot, several of them paused to fight, and die, while others kept on running by. Moving into a slightly better position, Xue Jian saw that a young man stood in the lizard men's path of flight. Despite severe injuries, the man fought and killed several lizard men with his bare hands, but seeing him falter prompted Xue Jian to take action. Perched high up on a tree limb, Xue Jian was fairly concealed, and considering the number of opponents, he preferred to keep it that way. Summoning his spirit sword, it occurred to him that it would be senseless to kill the lizard men, so he took a moment to modify his weapon. Instead of a drawn blade, it changed shape into the ghostly image of a sheathed sword. Then he set it to spinning around its center like a thrown knife and sent it down into the horde of lizard men below. On the ground, all they would see was a spinning disc of white light, about a sword's length across, that flew in a circle around the young monk, knocking out anyone that came near. |
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| Belvaan | May 19 2009, 03:40 PM Post #5 |
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Belvaan was exhausting quickly. His newfound vigor was draining out of his body with every drop of his blood that fell to the earth. He had several close calls, nearly taking a spear point in the face. He had managed to avoid the weapon, but he felt it strike the leather throng holding the black wooden box on his back. Before he could react, a white blur crossed in front of his face, knocking the attacking reptilian hunter unconscious. He paused a moment as he saw the blurry disk pass by in a rhythmic pattern. Thinking it could be some form of lizardman magic, Belvaan stood still. After the third lizardman fell to the strange disk, he knew that it was not a creation of his newfound foes. Though he did not know from where the apparition had originated, he was quite sure of its intention. Belvaan, not knowing how long this odd protector would last, wasted no time in taking a respite. He knelt down, ripping a strip of cloth from his shirt. He tied off the wound on his arm, using his teeth as a third hand. Hastily he pulled off his tattered shirt and tied it around his waist, stopping much of the blood from spilling forth from his wounded side. In all this time his otherworldly guardian had taken down a few more lizardmen. He saw, to his delight, one of the fallen hunters was carrying a water skin. Though the water was slightly acrid, the monk drank greedily. He was tired, hungry, and wounded; but he was not dead yet. |
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| Xue Jian | Jun 1 2009, 07:47 AM Post #6 |
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Xue Jian kept watch from above and guided his spirit sword around the lone man below, protecting him from incoming attack as best he could. The man took advantage of the respite to see to his wounds and even steal some water from a fallen lizard man. Xue Jian frowned slightly at this, not because the man had stolen something, but because he was still standing there in the middle of the lizard men's path. Xue Jian could not keep them all away forever. Eventually they would surround the man and even the spirit sword wouldn't be able to save him then. It seemed the swordsman would have to reveal himself after all. Jumping from his perch, Xue Jian leaped from branch to branch until he could drop down next to Belvaan, making sure to land out of arm's reach to avoid any accidents. The moment his feet touched the ground, Xue Jian spoke, although he was facing the incoming lizard men rather than the man. "I hate to rush an injured person, but it's time we moved on from here and fast." A lizard man slipped past the spinning spirit sword and lunged at Xue Jian with an axe. With a single, swift motion, Xue Jian sidestepped the attack and used the axe's downward momentum to flip its wielder head over heels. The lizard man landed hard on its back, then tried to get up again, but Xue Jian knocked it unconscious with a sharp kick to the back of its rising head. Looking at Belvaan, Xue Jian pointed across the lizard men's path of travel and said, "Let's go that way!" |
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