Bre'Cheye
Honored Warrior
HW5
ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 18, 2012 22:20:15 GMT -5
The further they walked down the darkened tunnel, the cooler the air became and the more she wished she had thought to grabbed a jacket or cloak. "Why does it have to be colder down here?"
The stones laying in their path, at first came as a surprise; causing her to stumble slightly. Grabbing the back of the bard's shirt, she looked down at the floor to make sure she didn't trip over any other debris. The crack she kept looking at as they made their way through the huge cavern began to grow until it was more of a large expansive gap than a simple slice in the floor.
Suddenly, her head came up to stare at the solid wall next to the bridge. "Do you see that? That opening? Next to the bridge?"
She looked up at the Bard with the perplexed look in his face then walked to what appeared to the Bard as a solid slap of stone next to the bridge. She placed her hands on the wall, sliding them first to the right and then to the left; skipping the area between. "Here," she said, passing her hands through the wall. Fade flew to his mistress and on through the wall. "We go through this door."
She held her hand out to the Bard, then stepped closer to where her pet dragon had flown through.
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Post by Dragon_Stalker on Feb 19, 2012 2:17:43 GMT -5
"Oh my friend...to see you here like this saddens me. I only hope you found the glory you sought in life before its end. I will not forget you. No one will, in the days to come."The words were spoken, but scarcely heard by the warrior. Even the childish giggles and bantering from the two pixie women went unnoticed. The warrior was, unquestionably dead...or so he thought. After letting the centipede loose in the warrior's pummeled guts, the faerie-like creature floated off with a high-pitched giggle. For a few moments, nothing happened, but then...the warrior's body began to twitch involuntarily.Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! The mighty hero was writhing helplessly on the ground.NOOOOoooooaargh!!!!The battle was still going on around him, but nothing else was on his mind...his thoughts were consumed by the pain from deep within....*CRUNCH* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggg!! The worm-like creature navigated freely within the warrior, traversing from one organ to the next, permeating each of them as a sharp knife, but leaving no wounds. The intensity of the pain, must have been what...woke...the warrior from his death-sleep.
There were figures approaching nearby: one a dark shadow- calling out his name, the other a bright light- speaking with the familiar voice of a friend. The warrior's body continued twitching as he struggled to his feet...his muscles still twitching, and his abdomen throbbing with pain.Ga-OWWWW-ayne! the warrior struggled to speak,"take my......The warrior stretched out his arm towards the paladin, as if to transfer his remaining strength to the Holy Knight. There was a beam of light that emitted from the warrior's hand, that flowed directly to Gawayn.
The warrior passed out from exhaustion. Alive but unconscious, his body continued to spasm on the blood-soaked fields of battle.
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Post by james111222 on Mar 7, 2012 19:31:14 GMT -5
James enveloped himself in The Darkness, and unsheathed his sword. Taking his time, walking into the battle, he slowed his breathing until it looked as if he had fallen asleep.
Whoosh!
One of the Paladins blades swung, it's holy symbols glaring in the sun. James briefly looked pained by the shine of the symbol upon his face, but it didn't slow his side-step. With one deft motion he chopped at the neck of the paladin while the motion of swinging a sword drew him forward. Without looking back, James continued to walk further into the battle.
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Post by Gawayn on Mar 8, 2012 15:39:39 GMT -5
Gawayn dodged under the dark warrior's swing, narrowly avoiding contact. The being before him seemed to leach the light from life itself, the darkness emanating so as to almost send the paladin to his knees with nausea. He was worrying about how to engage his enemy again when he stiffened, a surge of power and energy flowing through him, restoring his strength and giving him renewed focus. He nearly crackled with this new rejuvenation and thanked the heavens for wherever it had come from. It carried the feeling of friendship with it.
He drew back his sword, voice clear and bright. I know who you are, fiend. More, I know what you were! You were not always filled with darkness, no. You were once a holy warrior, a great one filled with honor and prowess. I know not why you swayed from that path, but it is not forever denied you. Give up what you now carry and save yourself! I would not slay you unless I had no other choice.
Gawayn readied Galatine, infusing prayer and power into the holy symbols, so that they glowed with an inner light along the blade. He hoped to end the battle here, now, with no further blood spent. But he was ready to do his duty if his enemy did not surrender.
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Irishman
Honored Warrior
Clan member[wCP:0]
Traveling Bard
Posts: 6,871
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Post by Irishman on Mar 12, 2012 22:20:42 GMT -5
Irishman looked at the illusion of soldity then passed a hand thru the veil, the abrupt chill he felt inside verified that there was a passage there, and that the illusion carried thru from both sides. Placing his hand in hers, he gestured for Bre'Cheye to allow him to enter first after the little dragon. Drawing his blade, he stepped into the darkness while maintaining a hold on her with his other hand.
As he stepped beyond the darkness seemed complete, but little by little he began to see a break in the illusion and a faint glow appeared first directly in front, then off to the sides. As he drew BreCheye closer to him he held his long knife firmly before him to prevent any surprise attacks.
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Post by james111222 on Mar 13, 2012 16:34:56 GMT -5
As Gawayn prayed, the rights seemed to physically pain the Dark Warrior. Every word seemed to leech the strength from him, until, as the blade started to glow, the tendrils finally disappeared. James turned to face Gawayn,
A warrior-priest of a true god? Your kind are rare these days, mortal. You should be afraid. Do you know the legend?
Eyes like beads of darkness glared at Gawayn, and into his soul. Words, that seemed more to himself, were chilled as if bubbled from beneath a frozen lake.
No fear? Yet I can see in your heart that you know the legend. You know who...what...I am. Very well, you have prayed, and so now shall I.
From between the Universe, as if the air itself was cut with a knife, a being of true evil appeared. His visage seemed to make James look like a holy man by comparison. James lowered his eyes in homage, and the Dark Deity paused. He looked briefly around the battle for a moment, and then vanished. When James looked up, the entire plane had frozen except Gawayn and James.
Much better. Now we will have no more... surprises. Shall we?
James advanced upon Gawayn, his sword, not made of silver or any other such friffary nonsense, did not ring, but cried, as if a child were being tortured.
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Bre'Cheye
Honored Warrior
HW5
ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
Posts: 8,369
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Mar 13, 2012 22:01:17 GMT -5
With her hand clasped in that of the Bard's, she walked closely behind him as he approached the faint light up ahead. Part of her was terrified, but part of her felt somewhat brave. The hair on the back of her neck seemed to stand out, whether from some sort of energy or just a breeze, she couldn't quite determine which. Standing behind the bard, she peeked out and around his left arm and whispered, "What do you think that light is?" Just then, a sound similiar to a small stone hitting the floor could be heard behind them. "Oh gods," she muttered beneath her breath. All she could do at that moment was to quickly pray to Tunare to keep safe.
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Post by Gawayn on Mar 15, 2012 16:33:10 GMT -5
Gawayn shook his head to get his bearings, the otherworldly cry emanating from the sword of his foe a malevolent distraction. He felt more than saw the utter stillness around him. The immediate reaction was fear, but he didn't let such a thing stop him. He had his duty, and faith even a former paladin could not be totally corrupted. If the stillness prevented any of his comrades from coming to his aide, it likewise limited his opponent.
So,you have made your choice. Sad I am to see it, brother.
Galatine struck out, holy symbols burning. Holy prayers tumbled through his mind, driving away the fear and uncertainty.
Do you not remember the good within you, as in days of old? Do your arms not remember the glory of legendary deed? As a paladin, could anything stand before you in your shining might? What did you fight for that turned you so? What would your former self think, seeing you now? How would your fellow brothers-in-arms behold you? Look at yourself!
He drew back Galatine again, ready.
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Post by james111222 on Mar 15, 2012 19:04:40 GMT -5
James looked briefly saddened by Gawayn's speach, and as his practiced feet circled his enemy, he spoke quietly.
You know so much, and so little, warrior. You think I turned my back upon my Lord? No...it was the people who turned their backs on him. As faith in the land dwindled, and the hearts of the people became corrupted, so did my Master's powers darken. I never changed faith, but rather was too devoted to turn my back on my beliefs. You are trying to turn me, paladin? Turn your own people first. Refresh their memories. Until then...
James swung a backhanded swipe at Gawayn, more of a test of the Paladins strength, than anything.
Until then, I fight for the God of Gods!
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Unknown
Honored Warrior
HW2
Mr. Pie Eater
Posts: 11,755
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Post by Unknown on Sept 3, 2016 16:29:55 GMT -5
The Twilight Battle, as history knows it, finally comes to an end. Days fade into years...the darkness deepens.
A lone figure stands among the decaying remains of a once-great castle, casting a wistful eye on his surroundings.
"The memories of this place hold fast, if nothing else," he spoke aloud, though he was alone. These walls, this gate...they had witnessed the greatest battle of the age. The memories came flooding back to the wanderer, then flowed out in the form of bitter tears, staining the ground. He knelt, unable to find the strength to stand any longer. When time had begun to move again...Gawayn...how could that bright light have been snuffed out? And the wanderer himself, had he not been responsible for so many deaths in the days that followed? The forces of light were broken and scattered to hideaways in distant lands. The darkness deepened.
With nothing left to feed on, eventually even the forces of darkness faded away from the land. They left it barren and tainted. The wanderer had spent years trying to put himself back together after the assault on his mind had torn it apart, and only now did he have any sort of stability. The process had taught him wisdom, however: a kind of wisdom that comes only through hard trials and much experience.
His tears, too, find their end. All things do, eventually. Yet the wanderer finds renewed clarity in their wake; he looks around, and sees that he has not been the only visitor to this castle since the darkness left. Here and there, and could see the remains of small campfires. Others, then, had come back to this place and found it as he had. A spark of hope flares in his heart! The wanderer, now home, tends to that spark carefully as he gathers wood to make his own fire. Perhaps, in the future, more will visit this place and see his fire, and be gladdened by it. As for himself, the wanderer could not predict his own future. Perhaps he would stay here awhile, and tend to the two small flames he now guarded--the one in front of him, and the one in his heart.
Time marches on, and nothing will ever be the same; yet hope thrives even in empty places.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 13, 2022 20:10:11 GMT -5
wild that this is still here
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