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| Janus | Jan 17 2010, 12:39 PM Post #1 |
You can't kill me that easily...
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That was it, she was lost. In the middle of nowhere. The wilderness was destruction. Hunters and loggers had drained the land dry. The salt of the ocean had mixed with the soil thanks to some mages playing with magics they didn't understand. All in all it was a rather dismal place. Now the grasses would not grow back, there was nothing but dust and dried up weeds scattered about the place. She didn't like it, not one bit. Coming here had been an accident, a misplaced bout of teleportation. The beast within was unhappy, there was no prey here. Nothing but the carcass of some large predator that the shore birds had picked clean. Ears twitching, the girl with the feline ears collapsed onto a single stone. "This sucks..." She sighed, withdrawing a dagger from her belt. An attempt to call forth something, any thing, failed. There was no life here, no wild creature to scamper to the dagger's call. No plants to rise from the earth and provide fruit. |
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| Dhar'leth | Jan 31 2010, 09:41 AM Post #2 |
Mors Principium Est
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Indeed she was correct in her assumption; there was no life to be found in this forsaken land. There was, however, Dhar'leth. Neither dead nor living; the opposing conditions magically locked together to bind soul, life, and energy to cold, dead bones. The reasons for the old mage to venture here were, superficially, simple. The very earth underfoot was a conduit for magical energy; for this very reason it was the occasional haunt of many a magus. Dhar'leth had himself found himself here before; drawn, almost instinctively, to the rejuvinating magics that discretely imbued ever facet of the lonesome site. The lich could cause himself to be unnoticed if he so desired it; assume a form that deflects the gaze of even the most adept of predators (Spell: Polymorph). He had assumed such a body, corporeal yet essentially invisible, as soon as the presence of Janus' life force had became discernable to him. He had been watching her and was curious as to why she was here; perhaps for the same reason as he? Did she feel the calling too? Dhar'leth wondered lazily as the arcane energies of the place ran from his fingertips to his toes, renewing and recharging his own energies. As she slumped to the ground Dhar'leth grew tired of his voyeurism; realising that she was, perhaps, a simple weary traveller. A pilgrim, possibly? An apprentice mage eager to experience even the faintest trace of true magical power? He was facing her, some one-hundred or so meters away. A wickedly mischevious feeling washed over him; to shock the poor wanderer. See her flee in terror or pass out from shock; the idea alone thrilled him most thoroughly. He had decided: with a blinding flash of light; a full spectrum of colour ushered forth from him, he lost his previous form and began to assume another, more familar one. In the split second that passed between his loss of the previous and transfiguration into a new form his true visage was revealed. White-washed bones carved with ancient runes peered out from beneath a bundle of faded purple rags, tarnished gold and silver jewellery studded with cracked, faded stones heaped around his neck and loosely fitting on his brittle phalanges. The image disappeared as quickly as it had manifest, replaced with that of a human: tall and angular; long blond tresses that fell to his hips; bedecked in a princely purple robe that was finely woven and embroidered with gold and silver thread; shining, bright jewels and metals daubed across his person. He stood upright, a lop-sided grin spread across his regal face. Two blue orbs, shining faintly with an unnatural light, fixed upon Janus. |
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| Sariel | Jan 31 2010, 09:58 AM Post #3 |
The Great Equalizer
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Sariel had heard of this place from her mother and father. Apparently, it was an area embued with a radiant form of magical energy. It was well-known within the community of those mages who preferred traveling to a research facility as a place where one could gain magical power quite easily. To someone like the Leech, this was tantamount to saying that the ground she looked upon from her vantage point high in the sky was the entrance to hell for a religious zealot. So far, though, her patrol had been uneventful. She drained the powers of two mages, one an apprentice barely able to create anything more advanced than a simple flash of light or heat, the other a highly competent spellcaster who had been extremely ingenuitive in his defense once Sariel had accosted him. Such was her duty, the burden of Balance. When she saw the flash of light nearby from a transformation, Sariel instantly homed in on it, increasing her speed so she could gain a visual. What she saw didn't disappoint. Landing some few feet away, she also noticed a girl, idly picking around at the dirt, but whether through boredom or some purpose, Sariel wasn't sure. Still, though, she couldn't be sure whether or not she was powerful. Better to deal with the first one, the elf-man form that reeked of ostentatious power usage. The giant of a woman almost snorted from the scent of the man's magic. It oozed power...a very dangerous individual, indeed. "You there. Elf. From the look of you, you are a mage, yes? Tell me, you look powerful...how do you use your strength?" she asked as she glided over to him, a hand already reaching for the hilt of Sovereign, slung on her back. Because she was doing long-distance flight today, she had decided to forgoe her armor and tall shield: they made for extra weight, and were far from aerodynamic in the first place. |
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| Janus | Jan 31 2010, 06:52 PM Post #4 |
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Lifting a palm full of dirt, she tested the soil in her hand. Her druidic nature bid her seek out something, any form of life that may be contained therein. But she could find none, perhaps she'd lost her years of training in what had happened. Her mind briefly flickered back to the arrival of her curse, a miss enchanted spell gone awry. Janus had turned herself into some mixture of human and fantasy beast and was transported to these lands. In such quiet times as this, it was difficult to avoid falling into thought. But he' rather reflect on the past than lose herself to the animal nature of her dual mentality. An ear twitched as something, she was uncertain as to what it may be, caused the soil to vibrate in her palm. Shaken from her thoughts, she cupped her hand to an ear. There was some kind of force at wok, it was not nature, how could she miss it before? The girl stood on her toes, scanning the horizon with rose shade eyes. She paid little notice to the dirt falling from her palm. If she'd felt life, a hand would have fallen to her weapon. Instead there was nothing, not even the smallest grub beneath the terra. From out of nowhere it seemed, a light flashed across her vision's path. An arm instinctively brought itself to safe guard herself from the luminescence. When it fell again, a low growl would reverb at the ... thing ahead. But she quelled it, swallowing the animal nature back down. Her and went to her blades then, both daggers being drawn silently from leather scabbards. Already she had assumed a defensive poise, an animal ready to spring. But the death mask had faded, quickly enough that one may call it a trick of the eye. But she wasn't fooled, Janus knew what she'd seen and some instinct prevailed over human nature. Her heels shifted through the dirt as she prepared herself for some inevitable stroke. Instead a voice shattering the terrain nearly caused her to jump out of her skin. So focused was the cat on the thing that had appeared that she' not noticed the other appearance. An ally of the other? No ... the more verbal of the trio spoke as if they were strangers. Such a dead unnatural place as this, and not just one, but two people appearing from thin air? Not lowering her weapons, but her position altering slightly, she decided to just leave them to it. But when she tried to transport herself out of this place, nothing happened. Janus was the sort who could only teleport scarce durations. "You've got to be kidding me..." |
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| Dhar'leth | Feb 1 2010, 02:37 AM Post #5 |
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Mors Principium Est
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Elf? Dhar'leth smirked, the lips peeling back to reveal a glistening, white fang. Long enough to be consider unnatural; more a fine calcareous dagger than a tooth. It was a vestige of his former vampiric being, one that his body had retained into lichdom though now chipped and decayed in his true form. The mask he now wore was of his former visage. Perhaps he had once been an elf? He reached a lithe finger to his right ear, touching the pointed ridge at its high peak. He mused upon the possibility of his ancestry, A noble elf . . ?. Having been taken and adopted into a Great House of vampires, selected as 'the next generation of The Blood', before he had even reached the age of three he had never known his mortal roots . . . nor truly cared; it was but a passing muse. He turned his gaze from Janus to the one who had spoken; a young woman of exceptional stature and other visible remnants of exotic ancestry. Though I have little knowedge of my own parentage, elven or otherwise, it is abundantly clear that you are not yourself an elf. He allowed a stilted chortle to free itself from his lips; to suggest elven ancestry of the woman was nothing short of a taunt. As for my powers, I find their greatest utility at feasts and balls; entertaining small children and other impressionable sort. I am but a simple magician. He gave low bows individually to both Sariel and Janus in turn, the former before the latter, tipping his golden crown and placing his left hand behind his back. Truly, I am a worker of good; delighting only in bringing laughter and smiles to small children. He chuckled again under his breath, with only a faintly discernable trace of both malice and mischief. As he had been speaking the bleached white bones of that flesh-picked picked corpse stirred (Spell: Blasphemous Ressurection). The large predatory beast; dead for at least a month, stretched its limbs and moved its colossal head in the direction of the scene. Manouvering slowly at first, having gotten used to its deathly slumber and unwilling to be chained to the lich's will. In life it had been a hunter and in death still retained some memory of its graceful feline nature. It opened its skeletal maw to release a hiss; nothing but dust moved from the creatures mouth. It crept slowly forward, stalking the two female figures. Edited by Dhar'leth, Feb 1 2010, 02:47 AM.
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| Janus | Feb 2 2010, 07:32 PM Post #6 |
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You can't kill me that easily...
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Something was wrong she just knew it. Whatever the man was, he wasn't someone she wanted to hang around with. Though not knowing where she was, and unable to go through the teleportation, she was stuck. An ear twitched as if she was trying to decide on something. That was it, she'd had enough. Janus turned, aiming to just start walking and see where her feet would take her. Let these two duke it out, or whatever their intentions were. However, something gave her pause. Her stomach turned and the about and heavy scent of death and decay washing over her. Lifting her chin, she saw it. The beast had awoken. It didn't take a cat to recognize a cat. Her affinity to the natural order made it disturbingly simple. She could sense the beast's rage at being chained to the will of another. Feel the wild creature's memory of life wash over her. With a feline hiss beneath her breath, both blade would be flipped within her palms. Janus knew what this was, she wasn't stupid. Necromancy. It was a foul art, the most damned of the damned. It was a lesson she had learned in a day where she never thought she'd need it. Janus was really wishing she had paid attention to her teacher all those years ago... |
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| Sariel | Feb 5 2010, 01:00 PM Post #7 |
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The Great Equalizer
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Sariel stared. This man was a liar. If she'd had a sense of humor right now, she would have laughed. But necromancy was a powerful branch of magic to simply meddle with as this...no, elf was too complimentary a word. This...thing was far too powerful to remain in this world. And she would start with the undead creature, the one that threatened the girl, first. Eliminating the creature might gain her an ally against the necromancer, should the girl actually prove to be of any use. She readied Sovereign for its feast, swinging it faster and faster, like a child would a baton, launching into the air with a rush of physical effort, using her massive wings to accelerate her body to an otherwise unattainable speed. As the blade swung with blurring speed, she frowned as the creature managed to avoid her with catlike grace. "Odd." she murmured, fluttering back up into the air to avoid a retaliatory strike. This was something powerful, if it retained its living attributes. Better to focus on the mage, then? "You are a liar, necromancer. I have never heard of one of your ability doing such menial things as children's parties. You disappoint me." she called out coldly, wishing she could simply drain the mage's power right then and there, without having to rely on the close-quarters restrictions of the Blade of Kings. |
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| Janus | Feb 6 2010, 08:10 PM Post #8 |
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"Quit talking and let's get rid of it!" She verbally snapped at the winged woman. The one who talked so damn much. There had to be something, anything, she could do to get rid of the decaying beast. The scent of it assaulted her heightened awareness, making her ill. But she bit back the threatening retch, a weapon drawing itself into each hand. There wasn't really much she could do however, other than the usage of good ol' steel. Any attempts of calling forth aid from the earth were useless. Death was far too embedded here. The winged girl finally proved herself capable of more than just talk however. Soaring towards the beast, her great sword singing, she aimed to strike. But the rotted corpse swiftly evaded. Even in death, its grace was feline. Then Janus supposed it took one to beat another down. "Winged... thing. Get him." And that was all, before both blades assumed a combative position, and she charged the monstrosity. After all ... it wasn't like she could run away. |
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| Dhar'leth | Feb 10 2010, 12:03 AM Post #9 |
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Mors Principium Est
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OOC-Okay, got my laptop back, yay! Also, I have no problem with you killing my summoned creatures IC. The putrid cat-thing had evaded Sariel's strikes, manifesting the strong retention of it's pre-death skill. Dhar'leth was pleased; he had not expected such fight from the beast but rather the meagre, subdued efforts of most revenants. The beast turned from Sariel as Janus charged to enter the fray, the lightning fast movement of Janus had arrested its full attention. Lunging forward with its colossal maw agape, revealing rows of razor sharp daggers, it pushed forward from its great hind legs and leaped for Janus. The instincts of its former self had evidently been weakened if not lost: the strike intended for Janus had been high and the creature had caught itself on the abdomen with Janus' blade. The stretched and withered skin split apart as easily as paper, allowing the rank viscera to escape its rotting cage; pouring down from the air mid flight. The corpse rolled across the sandy ground and brought itself to its feet, shaking its head as a kitten that has taken a slight tumble. Dhar'leth audibly laughed at the gore-spattered scene, though he had not been outside of the vicinity and as such had not evaded the sickening explosion of innards. He was amused, infact he delighted greatly at the grisly happenings and saw fit to raise another such corporeal revenant; simply to add to the fun. He considered the unfolding events as if they were but light entertainment at a masque; the more the merrier! He clapped his hands lightly as if signalling for an attending servant. At the first expression of sound the ground began to move. Pebbles and clumps of soil could be witnessed to be shaking and girating within a second, followed by several parts of the ground around the Wizard collapsing inwards only to have boney appendages erupt forth. Dhar'leth counted the rising dead, humanoids and a lurching ursine beast, at four as they pulled themselves from out of their shallow graves. All but one was armed: a leaf-bladed spearhead whose haft had rotted to nothingness a decade ago; a rusted iron staff, of a form typical of an apprentice mage; and a sword whose blade was bent and pitted by time. The fourth bore no weapons but the vicious fangs and scything talons natural to its genus. It would appear that you sorely need help dispatching that mewling kitten. He tossed a quick glance at the huge undead feline. You seem to be in luck for it appears that your predicament has drawn supporters to your cause! Perhaps they should have bathed first though . . . He pinched his thumb and index finger on the end of his nose as a mischievous grin drew across his face. Dhar’leth wished to test the two living ones, for what reason he could not himself discern except that the idea had simply appealed to him, or kill them both in the process; either way the old necromancer was enjoying the game. Edited by Dhar'leth, Feb 17 2010, 12:01 AM.
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| Sariel | Feb 17 2010, 11:29 AM Post #10 |
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The Great Equalizer
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Sariel almost burst out laughing. Dispite the abomination's continued summoning of further revenants to assist in his unholy party, he was actually funny. She'd never dealt with a being that used humor as a weapon. The Leech, herself, was the sort of person that never really said much, until one day they would randomly speak up in a very quiet, matter-of-fact voice, and proceed to tell an extremely funny joke out of the blue, then continue with their normal routine. Still grinning, she casually swooped down and swung her blade almost lazily, busily absorbing the energies of the summoned creatures with a bored expression on her face. It only took one cut for her to sap a being's magical energy completely away, and she was getting the equivalent of a series of snack-sized meals by re-killing these undead minions. She landed with a flutter, still grinning. "Okay, not bad, necromancer. I'll admit you've got some talent with humor. But I'm afraid you're simply too powerful. Now, just stay still, and I promise you, this will be over quickly and painfully. Well, assuming you have any nerves left, I don't mean to offend you if you don't or anything, you understand - Wait a minute. Why am I being so casual with an enemy? Ah, now look what you've made me do...I've gone and lost my focus....great...." she said conversationally, pausing halfway through to slap a hand to her forehead in confusion and annoyance. Now she'd done it. She'd gone and lost her perfect 'this is the expression I'll have on my face when I kill an undesirable' look. Still casually, as though not even really thinking about it, she swung Sovereign to and fro, eviscerating a large undead bear with a few quick, savage strokes that drained the necromantic magic from its corpse and returned it to the dust. Edited by Sariel, Feb 20 2010, 03:18 AM.
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| Janus | Feb 19 2010, 04:18 PM Post #11 |
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Rushing towards the beast, the druid brought her daggers round. Though she wished the winged person would take care of the rest, she didn't get her hopes up. So far she did not hear any other rumbling undead heading her way, or any sign the man who'd summoned this beast was heading here. Maybe hey could take care of this crime against nature and be out of here. Of course, she had no intention of traveling with the winged woman. e company thus far was already too much to bare. The only reason she told the girl to go combative was because it was one of those desperate times. And these were desperate measures. She leapt to the side, dagger lashing out. Narrowly avoiding the undead beast's fangs, what she gained instead she'd rather deal with the former. Dagger slicing through rotted fur and thin flesh, it drove deeper into the cat's belly. Slicing it clean open was the least of her concerns, as the rotten innards splashed across more than just her blade. Being covered in blood and guts only vaguely bothered the cursed, when within the mind of her own beast she had hunted down any number of prey animals and toe open their insides for a meal. But this was different, the cold rotted fluids and parts fell in a rain as the beast soared over head. As it was busy shaking its head, she retched. Covered in guts and fluid, she dropped a dagger to wipe the material from her eyes. Spitting and cursing she stumbled back, the smell was over powering. Especially for one with heightened senses such as her. If she had been alone, her adamant attempts to removed the foul slough from her person would have prevented a moment of weakness in which she'd be slain. Instead however the woman with the wings had dispatched newly risen undead in one fell swoop. Leaning to retrieve her fallen blade from the earth, she gave herself a final shake. A scarce amount of cat guts flew from her body, but she wouldn't drop her guard as such again. "Stop ... showing ... off. Cut off the head. The rest will fall." She finally muttered through gritted teeth at the grinning dragon girl. |
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| Dhar'leth | Feb 25 2010, 03:03 AM Post #12 |
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OOC - Sorry for the lateness, Shortness and crappiness of this post. Dhar'leth could see that the end would not come without a fight. The lich cared very little for physical exertion but would make an exception from time to time. This was one such time. Dhar'leth reached into a folded crevice of his robe and procured a weapon, the action was not unlike that of a pretend magician pulling a white rabbit from under his hat to the half-hearted applause of a casual audience. The end result of these actions, however similar in motion, were entirely opposite; rather than a dazed rodent Dhar'leth presented to his audience a vicious scythe dripping with unnatural ichor and the very pestilent essence of decay. The blade of the weapon was strong, finely forged and wickedly sharp but it lacked any ornate adornment of silver and gold nor was it bedecked with jewels. The haft was short and stout of a circumference typical of a quarter-staff, it was of a deep-red wood; rich, dark and heavy. You asked me what I use my powers for? The same lop-sided smirk slithered from its hiding place. Let me show you! At that he thrust out his hand towards Sariel; dark, unwholesome energy wound down to his finger tips and in a frenetic burst of sickly green light and launched at the woman (Spell cast: Enervation). The smell of burning and sulfur filled the air as soon as the bolt had been unleashed, it was an overpowering stench that one would not expect to find outside of an alchemical laboratory. Dhar'leth gripped the ancient scythe in both hands, his long narrow fingers curling along its wooden body in an iron grip. He brought it to his right side, in a position that both hid the movement of his sycthe and forced him to assume a forward agressive stance. His icy blue eyes flitted from Sariel to Janus, Janus to Sariel. He was prepared for a melee if one should find him. Edited by Dhar'leth, Feb 25 2010, 03:36 AM.
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| Sariel | Feb 26 2010, 09:51 AM Post #13 |
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Sariel's eyes widened in surprise as the necromancer cast a spell at her. She wasn't really sure what it would do to her, but she needed to avoid it. The slight smile sliding from her face, she looked rather disappointed as she moved at an immense speed (*Fighter Speed) in order to evade the bolt-like attack and close in with the mage from the side, Sovereign outstretched to begin sapping his power as soon as she made contact with his physical form. "I'm afraid you have answered...incorrectly, necromancer." she said sadly to the magic-user as she locked her blade with his scythe's, prepared to crush his skull with her fist if need be in order to remove this potential for imbalance from Avalon before he, and all others like him, whether Good or Evil, fought and fought and fought until there was nothing left to fight over, and all the world lay in ruin at their selfish struggles. That, she would not, could not, abide. Not by any circumstances. |
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| Janus | Feb 26 2010, 07:32 PM Post #14 |
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It was difficult to go on, covered in rotted guts and congealed blood. The cat in her with its finicky nature and need for a clean coat was exceptionally irritated. But the humanity that still remained strongest, despite he condition, was simply ill. She would fight on however, no matter what the stakes. It seemed however that the strange woman was adamant in going face to face with this necromancer, and did not even need assistance from the likes of her. Janus scarcely noticed the scent expelled by the magic cast. After all she was already covered in decay and rot. However ... it seemed she was not able to avoid a fight just yet. The great cat had risen once more, shaking dust from its rotted and patchy coat. Janus barely had time to bring force her weapons again before it charged. Why me... Before he thought could complete, the feline leapt. She spun out of the way, bringing a dagger to cut across its upper thigh. At the very least, now there was little left that could disgust her as the cat's guts already had. Let the two go mano a mano, Janus was stuck in her own little cat fight. |
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