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Renegade of Funk
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The moon fell down already, and Ax came up to Vistalidzer. "The Blade of Arougan? The one that defeated the Mintaur King?" asked Ax as his eyes widened. He remembered it somehow... How did he know the name. "Kulitoth Lillian, Aragouns's right hand man, which was thought to be a human. However every time the moon rose and he was outside, he dissapeared, and a Werewolve appeared. Thats how everybody found it Uncle Kul was a Werewolve..." said Ax as he remembered Kulitoth... How much great times they had together. "Kul was wounded with 7 stabs when he helped Arogoun to fight the Minoutar King, and somehow only died seven days later... Well you know the legends.." said Ax.
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Wild One
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Keltranitia's eyes flashed a light green hue and she let her heavy cape that had been aiding her warth in the cold morning to fall around her feet. All over her body lay intense and meaningful Drow words tattooed permanently to her body, it was then that the others realised she was indeed of the fabled line for they were the only Drow permitted to wear such noble and painful words.
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Renegade of Funk
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Location: United States |
Ax stretched his hand, revealing a tilted Tatoo on his shoulder which was burned to his skin. He never knew what it ment, but now that he saw the same tatoo on Keltranitia, he now knew that he was really of Kul's blodline. "Most exrodinary... I remember Kul telling me how much of friends was he and Arougan..." said Ax smiling at Keltranitia. "We are the ancestors of too very close peaple..." he added as he stretched out a hand to shake hers. "I dont think I've met you.."
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Kohldia
Wild One
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"I am Keltranitia, ancestor of Aragoun and huntress of the Northern plains, I have come to aid you all in the demise of Talloth the shadowed one." She took his hand in a firm grip, and inclined her head slightly.
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Kohldia
Wild One
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"I am Keltranitia, descendant of Aragoun and huntress of the Northern plains, I have come to aid you all in the demise of Talloth the shadowed one." She took his hand in a firm grip, and inclined her head slightly.
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((Double take lol))
It got dark fast. "Ok Ismalia we are going into battle soon and i wanna live through this so lets watch eachothers backs ok" Lanilor said taking off his cape. "Ok i will try" She replied.
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Megami
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Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Veleanith opened her eyes, having felt she had heard enough. Tales of lore, ancient bloodlines, fabled swords, her brother had told her it was myth and nothing more. ‘Apparently brother was wrong.’ Adjusting her back side on the grass and straightening her posture, she looked ahead, letting out a small yelp as she did so.
The grass ahead of her had writhed with life, growing almost to five feet within the past few minutes. She had been so intent on their conversation that her affinity had grown wild with her lack of concentration. Quickly whispering, hand over the rising grass, she lowered her hand with a steady force, reducing the greenery back to its normal length.
Getting up abruptly, Veleanith dusted from her black shorts any remnants of grass and dirt, tightening her cloak around her shoulders once finished. Looking ahead into the quickly darkening forest, she struggled with not using a little of her light affinity, figuring she might need it for the oncoming battle.
Without another word or second commentary to the others around her, she started in a steady walk into the forest, letting out an uncontrollable shiver at the lack of whispers, the lull of life. Deeper within the forest in a matter of minutes, the intensity of the darkness closed in, shrouding her mind. Her heart became filled with an urgency, a fear to get past the ominous inconceivable nightmare and onto what lay beyond.
Losing her breath, Veleanith stopped walking, hunching over and placing her hand to what she hoped was a tree. It was weird, she wasn’t use to the life around her, something around her, not letting out a whisper, a breath, a word. ‘It is as if the forest has died, taken in by this new threat, this danger of shadow…’
Digging her fingers into the rough impenetrable bark of the tree, she forced herself to continue on, the lack of life being her motivation to go on. Straightening up, Veleanith dragged her feet along the blackened forest floor, holding onto her rich dark mahogany bow for support.
Eventually, she reached upon a clearing, the only lighting managing to come from lightning streaks coursing through clouds. The clouds in the sky had turned into a huge blanket of shadowy grey, some purple visible through the illumination, a giant’s clap following after. In the distance pass the oncoming storm…or more like directly in the center of it stood what almost looked to a fortress, evil permeating every dark stone making up the jagged towers and pointed cliffs of its area.
Closing her eyes, Veleanith visualized the inside of the castle stronghold. Hundreds, possibly thousands of warriors, some old beyond their time, few too young for words, the rest who weren’t dragged into the political affair testing out rich crafted bows, glinting silver arrows pulled back from a string. Fear in some eyes, determination in the rest, many being armoured, prepared for whatever would arise, the oncoming onslaught. One and all Drow warriors reaching out for swords, some silver or dark in their hue, pulling them from magnificent sheaths, raising them high into the air, ready for a war that shouldn’t have started to begin with.
A cold droplet of rain delicately fell onto Veleanith’s forehead, interrupting her reverie and plunging her back to reality. She opened her eyes faintly, just when a streak of jagged electricity coursed through the air, illuminating the gold in her eyes to magnificent levels, casting a surreal almost ethereal glow. The luminescence soon left her eyesight, leaving her standing at the edge of the forest, a look of indifference left to her eyes, she coming to the realization that history would be made. They would all come into battle...but they would not all survive. Only able to shake her head, she looked upon the flowing grass in the battlefield with morose, a wondering whisper leaving her lips.
“How has it finally come to this…?”
(OOC: Me thinks I watched a little bit too much of LOTR’s  )
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This Day We Fight!
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Location: Australia |
Vistalzidar raised his hand, signalling for silence as he tilted his head to the side.
"Thunder. A storm is coming...this could make things interesting," Melcanin offered him a lop sided smile.
"No," Vistalzidar shook his head. "There is something more. I can't quite make out what it is but...Wait! No, I am not hearing it at all!" He sprang to his feet in realisation, just as the shadows around their camp came to life in a writhing movement.
"Shadow!" Vistalzidar bellowed. "Draw your weapons. Talloth Da'gar brings the war to us!"
The camp burst alive with movement as the shadows began to encroach on their camp and the first sound of enemy footfalls reached Vistalzidar's ears. His lips moved in silent chant and he extended his hand, pushing the shadow back from whence it came. His right hand trailed across the script in his jerkin as he increased the intensity of the chant, pushing the shadow back beyond the treeline, revealing the enemy closing in.
Drawing his shadow sword, his chant changed, and its intensity hightened somewhat. His blade began to vibrate and seemed to liquify, stretching out to and impossible length and splitting along the middle to form a t-shape, double tipped blade.
With one almighty word snapped in the ancient tongue, the blade seemed to shatter, sending hundreds of tiny metal fragments spraying into the oncoming enemy, mowing many of them down.
In his hand, Vistalzidar's blade appeared unblemished, having taken on its original form after the departure of the magic, and that blade now rose to deflect a silver arrow that rushed towards him.
Vistalzidar cursed loudly at the fact that he would have to defend himself with his blade until he was ready to unleash his most devistating Shadow magic and furrowed his brow inconcentration.
Two of the enemy threw down their bows, too close to Vistalzidar to use them, and pulled out their blades. Vistalzidar deflected the first blow and twisted out of the way of the second, booting the Drow in the side as he over balanced and spinning back behind the first Drow, driving his blade through his back where it exploded out of the screaming mans chest.
As the second Drow charged again, Vistalzidar kicked his companion off of his Shadow blade into the oncoming man's way, following the corpse in and ramming his blade through the now stumbling Drow. Panting, Vistalzidar chanced a look around and was astounded to see just how many enemy troops had invaded their camp. Huntresses were engaged in combat in all directions and the Lycan, Ax, had turned into his beast form with the appearance of the moon through the clouds and was tearing the enemy to shreds, the Drow shadow magic unable to effect the creature. Vistalzidar shook his head, he knew it would only be a matter of time before the clouds covered the moon again and Ax returned to his weaker form.
Vistalzidar grunted in surprise as he saw a blade appearing in the corner of his vision, twisting sharply to avoid what could have been a death blow. Preparing to defend himself, he resigned himself to the fact that this was going to be a very long night indeed.
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Wild One
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Keltranitia spun her heavy blade in her right hand, alshing a punch out with her left and knocking the enemy drow down hard, lashing out with the sword and thrashing across five of the enamy, she was felling the oncoming drow with an impressive force that seemed to catch the attention of even Melcanin.
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Renegade of Funk
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
After hours of shredding enemies to pieces with his massive claws, the moon set down and Ax turned back into his normal form. However it did not stop him. Ax took his sword out of his shed, the sword was as sharp as a razor, it had Latin writings on it, it was the sword of Romania. Ax began to block some strikes from a drow and then slashed at him, cutting off the Drows arm, renderring him to fall down on the floor unable to battle. Ax stretched his hand in front of himself, where three Drows were running at him, he chanted something to the shadows... Suddenly a dark hole appeared below the three Drows sucking them into it.
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Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Veleanith stood in a crouch, looking down to the rushing Drow warriors from the darkened canopy of the trees. She hadn’t been expecting them to come so soon and hadn’t gotten enough time to run all the way back to the site. ‘It would take me less than a minute to make it from here…but with the unexpected crowd, it will possibly take five...ah wells…for them.’
Flexing out her fingers, Veleanith watched with fangs bared as her nails grew unusually sharp, no longer dainty or petite. Her eyes had taken on a tiger yellow, cold and ruthless under the moonlight. Hair flaring out wildly from her sudden change, she crept along a sturdy branch, holding back a hiss of anticipation, lowering her claws inches away from an unsuspecting head.
“Precious…” she growled, unearthly in the night. Several Drow paused in their steps, looking up with either bow or sword raised. Veleanith had already dropped down on a slow to act Drow, crashing his head into the earth, forcing her nails threw his skull. Crouching down upon his corpse, she let out a hiss, dashing away from the body as countless arrows flew her way.
Turning back to her assailants, she let out a fierce whisper, sweeping her fingers upward to the skies. The trees surrounding her came back to life, shaking off the dark that had covered them. With mighty groans and creaks, the branches swung downwards, sending many Drow airborne, partially clearing Vele’s path.
For the rest that lay in her path, she lunged forward, impaling her claws in yet another face. Hearing the swish of a blade cut through air, she ducked, swinging her leg beneath the sword wielder and knocking them to the ground. Snatching their weapon as it flipped in the air, she stabbed downwards, pinning them into the ground. Leaping from the ground, she jumped at a Drow preparing to fire, sinking her claws into their neck, blood splashing across her attire.
Veleanith lived for it, the battle, the blood, the warm liquid forming little pools onto the ground. It was just the way she got when she was raged, her true vampiric form. Looking around her, she realized that during her little enjoyment, a few dozen Drow had taken the time to surround her, arrows raised. They fired, Veleanith twirling and pivoting across the forest to avoid each shot, dancing to the sound of thunder and the twanging of bows, a feeling of excitement welling into her being.
Stopping mid twirl, Veleanith placed a hand inside her cloak, voice coming out rough, ominously beautiful leaving her throat. “You all will regret not killing me…” Taking out her scarlet rose, she cracked it down to the ground, the stem growing into a jagged sharp thorny whip. Tilting her head, she let out a low hiss, smiling devilishly. “Most who see me smile do…”
Cracking her whip upwards, Veleanith started to swirl hypnotically, dancing around to an invisible rhythm as her rose spun by, cutting to pieces anyone and anything within a twenty yard radius. At seeing the blood red liquid decorate the night sky, enemy screams echoing into the night, her skin bathed in the life giving liquid, she started to laugh deliriously, cackling like a she devil as thunder rolled into the sky, lightning illuminating the psychotic delight in her eyes.
After a few more seconds, satisfied at the blood content and the death of those around her, Veleanith reduced her whip back into normal form, licking away blood from her fingertips. She didn’t have to worry about cleaning the rest of her clothing or body, as at that point, rain started to fall down heavily from the skies, cleansing away the sticky blood from her hair, the sudden chill of freezing water bringing her back to her senses.
Exhaling, Veleanith felt her rage diminish as each raindrop fell, washing away her killing spree instinct and the bloodbath she had made. Placing her rose back into her cloak, her eyes reverted back into their bright golden state, she feeling a boost of confidence at seeing an elven warrior taking down a Drow. ‘It seems I have managed to make it back to the site…’
The twanging of three bows from behind her caught her attention. Glancing back, she noticed three glints of silver escaping the shadows and making their way towards her. She didn’t attempt to dodge or evade, instead waiting when the bows were feet away from striking her. She rose up a hand, the grass at her feet instantly rising up and catching all three arrows.
“Mine.” Taking the arrows from their entrapment, she took out her bow, lodging all three arrows back to the attackers, striking them through their necks. Getting ready to take better aim at the rest of the Drow coming from the forest, she stepped back, bumping into a bulky figure.
Turning, Veleanith raised both her brows, looking up to a tall Drow, judging by his appearance and armor, one of high stature. He looked down to her with scrutiny, then in a sneer. “Insolent vampiress!”
To her shock and amazement, he picked her up by the top of her scalp, her feet leaving the ground as he raised her up to eye length. A black gem around his neck started to rattle crazily despite the lack of wind, a dark circle of shadow starting to build from it. Veleanith didn’t bother to try and block it, she could feel it in her bones, it was powerful, out of her range of expertise.
With a burst, the shadow expanded, sending Veleanith flying from the Drow’s grasp and through the ranks of huntresses and Drows, she skidding to a stop deep into the rain soaked grass, thick mud across her cloak. Doing a handstand, she quickly sprang to her feet, analyzing the opponent before her.
He was a strong, perhaps the strongest of the bunch. Made up of muscle, her whip wouldn’t serve to do much damage if any to him. His shadow affinity…it was scary, it almost made her tremble, only so few had a power up to that level. Licking away the blood from her bottom lip, the push of shadow having managed to bust it, she flexed out a claw, arching an eyebrow. ‘He might serve to be a problem…’
Not thinking about the mini battles around her or who the Drow she was about to fight could be, Veleanith took out her rapier, finally growing serious. “Entertainment at last…”
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This Day We Fight!
Gender: Male
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Vistalzidar smashed his fist hard into a Drow warriors face, whilst his sword twisted and swirled unnaturally with his shadow magic, swinging behind him to slit the throat of three rushing Drows.
Whipping back to his front, the sword lashed out some ten feet, slicing the stomach of a huge Drow, standing at least ten feet high, spilling the warriors guts across the forest floor and snapping up his heas, which still held the wide eyed expression of shock at his innards being dislodged.
Vistalzidar stopped his chanting when he noticed no enemies coming at him directly, and lent on his sword, panting and looking around at the mayhem around him.
His eyes widened at the sight of a large Drow figure staring down an alert and ready Veleanith, who stared intensly back. "Talath Da'gar," Vistalzidar cured vehemently, shocked that the so called High Lord had joined the battle in person.
His eyes quickly scanned the battle field and settled on Ax. Slicing his way through the crowded campsite, Vistalzidar grabbed hold of Ax's sword arm as the Lycan brought it around reflexively to slice off his head.
"Peace," Vistalzidar snapped quickly. "It is only me. I need you to guards me whilst I put my full concentration into my shadow magic. You may feel some strange sensations, but do not fear, for it will be me tapping into your Shadow ability. I hope you don't mind?"
Vistalzidar turned, and, whether or not Ax did actually mind, began a slow and deliberate chant, tapping into Ax's Shadow affinity and adding it to his own, before deftly working with the Shadow around them. With luck, he could work deftly enough to keep the magic from Talloth's senses long enough to surprise him.
Vistalzidar swallowed hard, not wanting to think of what would happen to the woman he had, for some reason, fallen in love with at first sight if he failed.
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Lanilor heard all the fighting going on and ran out of the tent Ismalia following close behind. She drew her swords when she saw the carnage. Lanilor rubbed his hands together and twisted his wrists "Lets go then help these people out" He said running forward. As he ran to battle a few drow saw the two running at them side by side.
The drow came at them and one got to Ismalia first, as i went to slash her she ducked and span round it stabbing it in the back with both blades and in dropped to knees then onto its face. Then she stood in a stance waiting for another. Then the drow came to Lanilor, It slashed at him hard, He blocked its blow with one silver forearm blade and slit its stomach with the other, then he hit the drow's weapon away with the blocking blade and slit its throat with the other. It fell clutching his throat and chocking. They were stood next to eachother once again, ready.
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Jan 24th, 2005 07:40 PM |
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Ax sliced off every Drow who dared to come up to Vistaldizor. Ax laughed as he did so "This is fun!" he shouted.
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Jan 24th, 2005 11:25 PM |
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Lanilor stood and looked at the battle for a second then he saw Ax and Vistaldizor. He started to run to them, then he saw a drow heading for Ax from behind. It jumped at him, Lanilor quickly took out his silver dagger and through it at the drow. It went straight into his neck and the drow fell at Ax's feet dieing. While Lanilor did this a drow came up behind lanilor and just when is was about to strike, Ismalia sliced off its attacking arm with one sword then slashed his face with the other. Lanilor turned and faceed her "Thanks very much glad you was there" He said to her She just tilted her head and winked in reply. The Lanilor Turned and ran towards Ax to retrieve his silver dagger.
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Jan 24th, 2005 11:54 PM |
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Renegade of Funk
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Ax felt his shadow powers drown down, which he didn't really like. It was almost as he had no hand. Ax kept on slaying anyone that came up to him or VIstalzidar, thought he did not ware down. Ax saw a huge beast incoming at him... It was a Golem. HUge one, twelve or thirteen feet. Ax looked to the left to see a Drow Shaman, controling the creature with dark magic. Ax crouched to take a dead Drow's bow. He loaded it with three Silver Oak arrows at once. And aimed... He let the string go, and the three arrows swiftly gleaming across to the shaman, the arrows hit the Shaman's head, kiling him instantly. The golem then went berserk, and began to attack not only the Elven-Amazon woman, but the drows also.
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Jan 25th, 2005 12:04 AM |
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Lanilor reached Ax and saw him kill the shaman "Nooo" He said you have to kill the Golem first. Then Lanilor bent down and picked up the dagger from the drows gushing neck. "Dont worry got your back" He said smileing at Ax then Ismalia came up behind them both after killing a few drow. "Right then lets take this beast down" He said tapping Ax on the back with his right hand and putting his dagger in his leg shealth with his left. Then he ran at the Golem which was facing the other way, Ismalia followed suit.
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Jan 25th, 2005 12:13 AM |
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Renegade of Funk
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Ax took out a rope and passed the other edge to Lanilor. "We both trip him!" shouted Ax as he ran on the opposite side of Lanilor.
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Jan 25th, 2005 12:16 AM |
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((Red X how come you not goin on WW2 story nemore.))
"Ok" Lanilor said grabbing the rope and getting ready to run. Ismalia was ready to run with them to attack it when it falls.
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Jan 25th, 2005 12:21 AM |
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Spidervlad
Renegade of Funk
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Ax and Lanilor ran toward the giant Goblin, once the rope hit its feet, both Ax and Lanilor tugged, and the Goblin fell down with a giant thumb.
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