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| Xellos | Oct 29 2009, 07:14 AM Post #1 |
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Why? Why? What did he ever do to anyone? They chased him, always chasing never giving him a chance to rest. Well… he was an undead abomination he need not rest. He knew well what the reaction would be to those that hunted him down, 400 years he has been alive, and 400 years he has been hunted by members of cults and churches for one reason or another. The Ultimate Unholy being, an abomination, a blight he was seen as all these things and well… he had come to accept such a thing. He knew well his existence was unnatural, and well… if he could die to rebalance the world he would, but sadly he can’t. So it was here, here he thought he could find peace, at least for a moment. A Sanctuary he hoped would bring harmony, ground which was once considered holy, hollow… yet it lost that divine protection and kept the peace it once was built upon. Though, as the Ghoul sighed, the soft grass and flowers beneath his feet made him wish to take his boots off. The surreal feeling he got from this place made his skin tingle… not an uncomfortable feeling but a strange one… never has he felt so welcome to a place… not since before. Yea… before he felt that way whenever he crossed the threshold from the outside into the small 3 room shack his family lived within. The peace however seemed like it wouldn’t last, for the scar on the left side of his face begun to burn. He felt it, darkness… the dammed, they had followed him here… and to make matters worse, his skin begun to crawl, burn almost. The church as well huh? Two… both of them hunting him down wanting ether salvation or damnation from him… Xellos groaned, hoping that if he retreated deeper into this Sanctuary they would fight each other and forget about him. And it was then, his boots in hand that he pulled the hood of his long tunic up diving into a small pond like pool, without a need to breathe he’d be able to hide… |
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| Sul'arai | Oct 29 2009, 08:33 AM Post #2 |
Embodiment of Otherworldly Wrath
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Sul'arai was a priestess. Well, sort of. Technically, she was an amalgamation of otherworldly alchemy, dark magic, the elemental forces of Avalon, and three different races of elves. Still, despite all this, she was a tiny creature, slimly dark and pretty in that odd sort of way, but diminutive all the same. She was travelling with a party of Clerics and Paladins at first, thinking they would be nice. They were, in a strict sort of way, but when they saw the tattoo that had covered her body since her 'birth', they attempted to kill her, calling her some sort of Dark Child of Chaos. After that, she had to fight them; she hadn't liked that one bit. Soon after escaping them (and leaving the servants of Light in a short-term paralysis caused by lightning bolts to the spine), she'd stumbled upon a small battallion of undead. Though they appeared frightening, she found them much more socialble, at least the ones who could talk. They were awfully sad, though, either full of ancient regrets for misdeeds done in life, or rage at everything that still lived while they walked in death. They started to get Sul'arai depressed, so she'd said goodbye to them, too. Now she'd found herself in a wonderfully relaxing place. Grass, trees, flowers, all sorts of living creatures that were helpful and beautiful in form and function were here. Laughing with delight, the homunculus allowed herself to skip around and generally enjoy herself, though a small fragment of her father's intelligence and knowledge imparted to her through the rites of her creation kept on needling her that something wasn't quite right about this place. She ignored it, as she usually did, and decided to chase after a particularly large purple emperor butterfly as it fluttered along in the gentle breeze. Unfortunately, she was forced to give up the chase at a large pool of crystal clear water. Sighing regretfully, she knelt down to take a drink of water - and saw a man with white hair, apparently trying to hide from the looks of him, calmly sitting below the surface without even a bubble showing to signify his breathing. Naturally, this made Sul'arai extremely curious. She knelt down upon the grass and stuck her head under the water, apparently trying to communicate with the strange water-dweller. "Bwelloo? Bwar boo okaay?" her words came out rather distorted underneath the water, but they were intelligible enough for most people to reason out what she had said. Sul'arai waited, still underwater, for a response. After all, she could hold her breath for quite a while before needing to breathe again. |
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| Xellos | Oct 30 2009, 06:27 AM Post #3 |
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The Crystal waters enveloped him, his flesh numb to the obviously cold sensation he would have grasped for it. So it was there he sat, in the bottom of the pond with his hands well within the ground, gripping a rock or two perhaps? Unclear due to the distortion of images the water would cast to any who looked from up down. Though he hid, closer and closer did those of light and darkness grow, the pain in his face and the crawling of his skin growing more and more intense… this hiding spot would grow noticeable if the scar begun to bleed… be it a saving grace or something foolish still, a young girl appeared sticking her head in the pond itself. Confused Xellos looked upwards, the girl spoke and the ghoul had no choice but to quickly surface, afraid more for her well being than his own. He was immortal he couldn’t die no matter the damage done to his body… he’d live on, if you could call it that. Be it lucky or unlucky, Xellos stood tall and the moment his face resurfaced, the scar begun to bleed, heavily almost as roars and battle cries echoed in the forest that lead to the glade itself. Pulses of holy energy reached far as figures shined brighter than the trees themselves in this forest of light. His skin crawled, and quickly he looked to the little girl. “Hide! There after me, hopefully if they don’t see you with me they won’t attack you!” Gently he pushed the girl towards the cave just on the other side of the pond like stream, and forward did the Ghoul move, heading for where the skirmishes had begun. Though one, an advanced scout maybe appeared, a young priest shouting at Xellos, calling him an abomination and the like as he readied an obviously holy spell. Quickly Chains erupted from the ground beneath the priest as the young looking undead moved his hands in such a way that they encircled the priest, binding him to the ground itself. |
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| Sul'arai | Oct 30 2009, 07:13 AM Post #4 |
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Sul'arai gave a half-chocked cry of protest as the bleeding man started to usher her towards a cave. Then the spells started to fly. "Hey, it's those crazy priests! Are they after you, too?" A priest had managed to get within striking distance of both the mystery man and Sul'arai, but suddenly he was restrained by chains emanating from the earth. Remarkable...spontaneous matter creation? That's impossible under the rules of this particular universe....isn't it? a very Andumi-like train of thought went through her head as she watched the young man wave a hand in the direction of the Light-wielder. "Woah, hey, mister, where are we going? Who's chasing you? Are you okay?! You're bleeding, mister!" she began to follow along after the Ghoul inquisitively as more cries, this time of the servants of the damned. Further shouts of divine intervention and holy wrath followed, presumably from the company of Holy personages. |
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| Xellos | Oct 30 2009, 11:33 AM Post #5 |
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He was noticed! Literally moments after he sealed the first of the obvious hoard of priests and Paladins and the like and sadly it was no better on the side of darkness. It has become, somewhat normal for him to be hunted so sadly normally he is the enemy of both sides light and dark. Why was it that these latest generations of those that are evil and tainted worship him as some sort of savior? He knew well why he was shunned by the light and well… wouldn’t accept anything different. They could not kill him, none of them could, and the light burned but there was no force on earth that could obliterate a true immortal. Again he attacked, in both hands formed double headed axes, small and wicked in shape, serrated and sounded by an inky aura of obvious pain and evil. With might the boy heaved them, as they spun through the air splintering trees and yet never slowing. With a satisfying “crush” did the axes land on two unsuspecting zombies, cleaving their skulls in two down to the stumps of each neck respectively. Quickly almost without pause, even as the girl had begun pounding his head with questions, speaking cause they too were “after her” he continued his assault, a charging paladin suddenly tripped with a chain pristine, surrounded by an azure aura tied him by the feet and hanging him from a nearby tree. “Don’t worry about me girl go! Get outta here” Xellos screamed almost as he turned around again trying to shoe the girl away from the battle zone, only for him to be impaled from behind. The blade was clean of blood, as if there was none in his body to coat its silvery edge with. And normally Xellos would of felt no pain… but this weapon was of the holy variety, and it burned him, smoke pouring from the hole created by the sword itself. He screamed, obviously in a hell of a lot of pain as his face twisted in an almost unnatural way falling back on both the sword and user. As he fell, the boy wrenched the sword free, literally pulling the thing crossguard and all through his body as he launched it halli knows how far hunched over as the hoards of those blinded by zeal for their own purposes converged on him. He turned, and for the first time since it started, his left eye opened, revealing the iridescent purple orb of an eye. His arms both began to glow with a faint haze… The air around him grew cold… dark, as if the one standing before the girl was one of true evil… and yet, it still felt as if he was sad… lost maybe? |
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| Sul'arai | Oct 31 2009, 07:35 AM Post #6 |
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Little Sula didn't understand why this young man was so afraid for her. Sula was a big girl. She could take care of herself. If she wanted to worry about the strange white-haired man, then she'd do so. Not to mention the ability he wielded was an impressive one, and the fragmented intelligence of her father practically screamed at her to observe his capabilities and make scientific studies of his potential. He opened his eye, and a strange sort of aura began to surround him. "Ooh...pretty..." she said, distracted in her running, as she stopped to watch the man at work. The air cooled rapidly around her, but she didn't notice. After all, she had used the power of pure Ice before; it wasn't like she couldn't handle it. "Mister, you're going to go and get yourself killed. And I don't approve of that one bit. You tried to save me, thinking I was in danger, so I think it's time I help you out, okay?" this was dangerously approaching a serious discussion. Sul'arai didn't like those. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon the power that dwelt within her, always waiting for it's chance to materialize, but found it elusive. Looking around, she saw both the forces of the Dark and the Light approaching the white-haired man with hope and revulsion, respectively. She looked at both of them, then at Xellos. Finally, she made a decision. She moved forward, as quickly as a little girl could when she was in robes, and spread her arms in front of Xellos, making her small body a hardly effective barrier against the advancing foes. "All right, then! Both of you guys,CUT IT OUT ALREADY!" with a sudden roar did Sul'arai's appearance change into a polaroid-like state of negative color as what appeared to be pure lightning engulfed and surrounded her body, filling her with pure energy as she stared at the Paladins and the Ghouls with equal threat. "You guys are being a bunch of bullies! I won't stand for it! This nice man hasn't done anything wrong, and you're chasing him. He even said you'd try to kill me, just for me being around him. This is unacceptable. You will both turn around and head back where you came. If you have superiors, you will tell them that you either succeeded in your mission, for those of the Holy Sect, or failed miserably, for those of the Dark. Is that understood?" her childish scolding suddenly changed to that of cold authoritarianism as the more 'adult' parts of her took over again, using the power of Dark Immolation to excellent dramatic effect. The undead looked at each other quizzically. The priests and paladins gave each other looks of incredulity. Then they both advanced as one on the little girl, with the same kind of cold stare. Sul'arai gave a mighty blow to the ground, sending a path of lightning towards the enemy, but it didn't really seem to stop them for more than a moment. Looking up at Xellos, she smiled apologetically as the power faded from her body when she was unable to maintain a heightened state of emotional stress. "Sorry. I thought I might be able to scare them off for you if I did that. Guess they're gonna kill us both, now. You might as well know my name before we die, mister. It's Sul'arai syr Reignas. You can call me Sula while we're still alive, though, if you want to." she even gave a wan smile at him as she tugged at his clothing, giving an involuntary shiver as she made contact with him. "Ooh! You're all fuzzy-feeling. Is that your power, mister?" |
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| Xellos | Oct 31 2009, 02:54 PM Post #7 |
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He knew well what he was capable of, his might his power… his ability that was so similar to necromancy and yet… was not. He, of all beings in the world both now and hereafter, he was the only being that was a true immortal. Yes, for Xellos there was no such thing as death, the one being that would live on even if some great cataclysm destroyed all life on earth. No, he would outlive dragons, elves, vampires, liches and even gods. His life span was truly infinite and could not be ended by any means. True immortality, and for he who was once a mortal… to of slept while his family while everyone that was important to him died… brings great pain to whatever is left of the spirit within him. The wound on his abdomen had begun to heal, the smoke that was bellowing out from the cut in his clothing, the smell of flesh burning had almost disappeared from the air. True enough the wound would take a little longer to heal due to it being dealt by a holy weapon… but like everything and anything else, there was nothing his body could not recover from. The gift and curse of being a ghoul, for never shall he taste his own death… The girl, ether sensing his pain, or for some other unknown reason, stepped forward as the forces of light and dark begun to converge on them. True, the bulk of their obvious forces fighting amongst each other… but a handful of obviously powerful undead and paladins advanced… leaders perhaps? She roared with all her might, engulfed even in some strange power in a wild attempt to scare those that pursue him. He knew well, that this display would fall on ears death and eyes blinded. No, these creatures of light and dark… separated by their misguided sight of morality yet united by their purpose. Xellos, was an abomination, and could not be allowed to exist, deadlier than the evilest undead, and stronger than the most blessed paladin. He, was something that existed outside even their gods and mistresses power, So… as her ploy failed, Xellos groaned, the unsealed eye of his left glowing brighter as he stepped forward, again placing himself in harms way of the girl. “Leave girl… I cannot… guarantee your safety now. It’s too late.” His eye, the scar that surrounded it begun to bleed heavily as his face twisted in anguish, covering the glow with his right hand as it still seemed to penetrate both his flesh and gloves, the glow shining right through his hand almost. In obvious grunts of pain he pulled… and from the eye and scar did a weapon begin to materialize. Different did this weapon seem even from the unique power he had used earlier. First the pommel… then the hilt and crossguard… chunks of the sword broken as he pulled the sword completely free of his eye, a mist of blood only to be devoured by ghostly pale flames. The Shattered One appeared… and with it so did a heavy sense of foreboding with it… as if one could feel the sword and its hunger for them… body, mind and soul. |
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| Sul'arai | Oct 31 2009, 11:42 PM Post #8 |
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Sula looked up at Xellos with her over-large eyes, her expression on the brink of tears. His torso was issuing smoke, and Sul'arai took the opportunity to poke at his wound through the hole in his clothing. She gave a tiny gasp of surprise as she watched it regenerate. Then he put himself in front of her again, and began to pry something out of his eye! She watched with a mixture of fear and scientific detachment. This...is an amazing power...I don't even think Daddy has something like this... the shape of a broken sword began to take shape as he grunted with obvious pain, and Sul'arai became afraid for him, if only because it caused him pain to use such a weapon. She looked around frantically, searching for a weapon to help her. A weapon...I need a weapon...to protect myself...to protect this man...to help him... her internal plea to the strange multifaceted power that lay dormant within her seemed to bring for a stirring, and her tattooes rippled and seemed to be deliberating with themselves on her skin. Finally, they seemed to come to a decision. Very well, Terra Gem. We shall give you, our child and servant, a weapon befitting your destiny in this world. a thunderous voice seemed to echo inside of her, both a part of her and yet not. With a dark cloud of a multitude of elements billowing forth from her body, something began to form and converge in her hands. With a clap of thunder, it finished materializing. Sul'arai had shielded her eyes when the sound had issued forth out of reflex, and when she opened them, she found a massive scythe in her grasp. She waved it back and forth experimentally, trying to figure out how to use it. Eventually finding a comfortable enough grip, she ran to Xellos's side and brandished it. "No way, mister. These people need to learn that they can't just do whatever they want to whoever they want. We'll both teach 'em a lesson, okay?For I am the child of the End-Times... or something like that. Heh heh..." She smiled sheepishly as she tried to bluster her way into the white-haired man's confidence. The paladins looked almost regretful at the fact that Sula didn't run. Perhaps they weren't just mindless pawns of some zealous order. The undead, however, just became more angry. "You should have run, Sul'arai...not even the threat of punishment from your father, when he learns of this, will be enough to stay our hand against you and The Damned One..." a Greater Undead spoke with a voice like a silent crypt being torn asunder. Sula looked at him with determination. "I don't care what Daddy will think. I'm doing this of my own violition, Abbaddon. I promise you, if you take one step more towards my friend and me, I'll use this scythe on you. Don't think I won't." The Greater Dead turned to his compatriots, all powerful servants of Dark masters. "Should we take her initiative seriously?" "Doubtful. She's only a child. Child of the End-Times or no, she's still only a child. We can bring her back to her father in chains, if we must. We may even be rewarded for it." Then one of the paladins, one of the ones who hadn't been with the group when she'd been there, sudden stepped forward and held a slightly glowing blade to the Undead. "I knew I recognized this girl! She is a servant of the Holy Maiden Goddess, Selena, Deity of Magic. As a Paladin of Light, I shall not allow a fellow Servant of Righteousness to be harmed while I am here to stop you!" With a hiss from the undead and muttered prayers from the paladins, they each drew their weapons and pointed them at each other, apparently neither side willing to make the first strike. "Hey, mister, let's go while they're distracted with each other. Come on!" with a whispered sentence, she grabbed Xellos by the hand and began attempting to drag him away physically as quietly as possible. |
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| Xellos | Nov 1 2009, 09:48 AM Post #9 |
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The free flowing pieces of the broken sword in his grasp spun, though never did their shape move from the general line of what a longsword was suppose to look like. The magic from the sword seemed… separate from everything else Xellos had used before, as if the thing itself was alive almost. The ghostly flames that licked ever so slightly off the obsidian edge dripped like slobber from a waiting maw. The runes that glowed like rain on the swords surface, he was ready and so was it… if they wished to face the thing that they swore was their greatest threat then so be it, the Ghoul would face them down no matter the numbers to send the undead back to the abyss and those of the light bound by the very darkness they so scorned. The girl moved not, and instead opted to once more fight at his side. He sighed… even with that power of hers did she stand a chance against these numbers? He could not die no matter how bad the wound he would always move on but this one this girl could die… she could feel the cold embrace of Death and never return from it. Those in the ranks of opposite sides stopped, even as the little girl once again displayed her power, summoning a weapon to her side. Words passed between them, and the focus of their anger shifted quickly, instead as if in a momentary lapse of judgment, their scorn was removed from the Dammed One and placed on each other. A sense of relief washed over him… a stale mate was such a change from their previous unnoticed unified front against he himself. He could escape! Yes! The boy would not have to use the horror that is hunger upon them… even if Shattered Oblivion disapproved of being summoned with no feast to be had. Almost the blade did not move, searching for something to eat, to consume even as the girl tugged on him to move. Xellos sighed, the sword had chosen… and although unlike your typical mortal, Xellos did not have to heed its call… the sword would still lash out against something, anything to eat. Besides, the moment he called for it from his left eye the choice had been made. “I told you… its too late, The Shatted One hungers… and I must feed it. If nether were willing to make the first move fine! Xellos charged, Chains erupting from the ground, some pristine, some rusted, and others twisted and serrated. Down did these chains rain, binding those of the light, wrapping them foot to shoulder all the while others literally crushed the undead the dark ones. The Devourer raised and down did it come upon the one undead that had spoken to the girl. The runes glowing brightly as its obsidian length sunk deep into the being, literally consuming its might, its power… its bones and flesh, consuming everything there was about it. |
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| Sul'arai | Nov 3 2009, 01:35 AM Post #10 |
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Sul'arai watched with horror at the man's decision to destroy everyone with the strange, unnatural blade he had summoned from his eye-thingy. "Poor Abbaddon..." she whispered as she saw him consumed. He'd been an alright sort of undead, even if he was also a demon. But now he was gone...and therefore was robbed of the right to exist. She knew she had to do something. It didn't look like the white-haired man enjoyed this sort of thing, but still, it was wrong to do something like this. She knew, even with her own small experience in the land of the living, that to forcibly deprive another sentient being of its right to existence was tantamount to declaring oneself an enemy of Creation. Even though the Undead were no longer 'living', persay, they still existed. They had intelligence. They were aware of themselves as objects in the universe, and could take actions according to their status as such existences. "Hey, mister! STOP IT! This isn't right! HEY!" she cried out before picking up her scythe and hauling it behind her as she ran to stop Xellos's certain misdeed. Attempting to lift the thing, her foot fell on a dip in the earth and spun her center of gravity, along with Sula, in a circle. Swinging wildly, her scythe blade suddenly erupted into multicolored flames as the chromatic dragon tattoo on her flesh appeared to open their multi-headed jaws and roar forth a battle challenge to the strange floating sword. They clashed in a silent fury of light, or at least, they seemed to. The blade being used by the white-haired man seemed to howl with glee as her own blade made contact with it, sucking greedily at her flames like a waterspout to a placid lake. Startled, Sul'arai attempted to pull her blade back from the other sword, but found herself being drawn closer to it instead of farther. "Hey, what is this thing?! It's hurting me, mister! Make it stop!" she started to panic as strange wounds suddenly began to appear all over her small form, cutting into her with savage delight. The essence of elementals, the ghostly, vaporous substance referred to by alchemists as 'ether', along with many different shades of blood and ichor, flowed freely from those wounds as Sula cried and screamed with agony at Shattered Oblivion's determination to consume her fully. |
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| Xellos | Nov 3 2009, 07:52 AM Post #11 |
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The “life” of the undead was consumed, and The Shattered One thirsted still as he dove deeper still into the madness of his zeal, his hatred for undead. True he did not enjoy the kill, but there was no killing in the slaughter of undead. Yes. One could tell, by his actions that seemed to shift as quickly and widely as the seasons. He, when facing the warriors of darkness, those twisted by the black raised for minions or sentient beings of evil it mattered not. Xellos would slaughter them with joy, with a hunger that matched the Devourer in his grasp. And yet… when facing beings that lived, with hearts that beat in their chest… born naturally and would die again naturally… he obviously felt a sadness, a longing… one could tell at the look in his eyes the strange swirl of hatred and sadness that pooled in the eyes of rain. He counted not how many of the dead he cut down, ghouls, ghosts, wraths, skeletons and vampires. The legions of evil would fall, just as quickly as he would keep the beings of light at bay. Constantly summoning chains to bind them, Xellos sealed their movements and abilities all at the same time. Using the undead as shields to avoid the blasts and strikes of holy weaponry that would wound him just as easily as it would any other forsaken creature, he was the Dammed One, a being cursed with the might of darkness and the weakness of the light, he cursed himself and would when given a chance throw away the immortality forced upon him all those years ago to embrace death truly. But not before… no not before. Then a voice, small and in pain he had heard it before… but where? The fog of his mind clouded him, his hatred swelling and exploding with each deadly strike he dealt those of the undead ranks. The girl! The girl! She was in pain! The one he had attempted to protect, the very same that attempted to protect him. The cloud dispersed and quickly he withdrew Shattered Oblivion turning to face the girl as he shut his left eye, the cold hungry feeling that the Shattered One brought with it dispersed almost instantly, the sword fading as if it was never truly there to begin with. He had… thought not completely, slaughtered and bound easily a large chunk in both forces man/thing power as his Teal eyes searched the girl, hoping the wounds she sustained would heal. “You! Heal her. Now! Or so help your god I will slaughter his followers and you very god itself. You know who I am, and you know I am capable of it.” Hatred… at himself? Maybe but the emotions that raged off his voice as he turned, gripping one of the fallen priests by the chains that bound him, they released him the undead boy tossing the obviously grown man near the girl. He was serious… and that cold hungry feeling had begun to resurface…. Again. |
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| Sul'arai | Nov 4 2009, 12:17 AM Post #12 |
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Embodiment of Otherworldly Wrath
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The priest picked himself up waveringly and made several rapid pleas to his deity for intercession. Whoever he was praying to, they didn't seem like answering. Kneeling next to Sula's nearly eviscerated form, he laid his hands upon her, beginning the prayers of life and nurturing that would heal her. A bright light began to envelop both the healer and the little My'thyrian as what seemed like a small tornado of mystical energy began to form out of thin air, rapidly flowing into the girl. For some reason, the priest looked bewildered, almost faltering in his prayer, but quickly continued on undaunted. Sul'arai's chest began to rise and fall again with normal breaths (or at least the illusion of breathing) as the torrent of divine - or arcane - forces slowly abated to a distant rumble of thunder. "It is done, Abomination. The child, at the very least, is a true creature of Light. You on the other hand-" the priest began, but was suddenly cut off by an unnaturally cold cherubic voice. "Don't start that up again, buddy. I'm rapidly losing patience with all of you Holy guys." Sul'arai had come to her senses, it seemed, looking up at the priest with her over-large dark eyes focused in an unusually serious stare. Getting to her feet slowly, she made tiny whimpering noises of dismay at every cut in her clothing that hadn't been repaired when she was. "Mister White-Hair, you owe me a set of new robes. And stop threatening people. You think that's going to make them leave you alone? They'll just come back, and in even greater numbers. I say, we make a trip to the pantheons themselves and tell them what their followers have been up to. Halli and Kaliyah especially...." she picked up her scythe, slinging it across her shoulder and putting a hand on her hip in an admonishing fashion as she scolded the larger fellow. "...And finally, I don't even know your name. Not once in all of this life-or-death stuff have you ever introduced yourself! I mean, that's just rude mister! You know my name, so why can't I know yours? I don't want to be calling you 'Mister White-Hair' for the rest of our lives, now do I? And I'm sure neither do you." finishing her rant, she stalked up to him and grabbed at his arm with her free hand, banishing her scythe with a flash of lightning magic discharged from her hand. |
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8:30 AM Mar 15
