Menacing Threat? The dark one makes his first move.
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Post by Galneon on May 24, 2017 20:32:43 GMT -8
A dark cloud still loomed over the lonely mountain on the edge of Tyran despite the changing weather throughout the rest of the land. The dark one sat silently on his throne, never moving as he stared towards the broken seal that would make up the doorway to his throne room. It was if he was waiting for something or someone, however whatever it was he was waiting for it seemed to never come. His aura flowed from the mountain like a thick fog, a miasma that reached from the summit of the mountain down to the forest at its base however it seemed that nobody had taken notice. Galneon leaned back in his throne after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the first signs of relaxation in his body since the seal had been broken.
"Do you still wait here while the world moves?" An ominous and terrifying voice called out from within the darkness of the throne room, however the voice was not of Galneon's but a different voice entirely. Galneon grunted at the disembodied voice before leaning forward once again in his seat. "The world has changed much since you broke the seal, and you seem unattested by the inhabitants of this land however you still hesitate to leave the confines of your tomb... is my power not enough to test your strength in this land? Did I choose a failure?" The voice uttered, egging the dark knight on from his chair.
"T'would be unwise to underestimate the inhabitants of this land... I have seen for myself what they are capable of." Galneon answered finally, turning his head ever so slightly to the left of his throne, as if to look behind him. The thrones rear met with a stone wall however.
"it is time Galneon... your strength has gathered enough and it is time to strike!" The voice boomed suddenly, filled with malice and conviction. "You shall fail to be the dark lord of this land if you insist on sitting still while the world turns. It is time to act!" The voice boomed again, echos of dark thoughts flowed into the dark sky above the mountain. After a time Galneon finally nodded, taking hold of his sword that rest by his throne.
"As you wish my lord..." Galneon spoke finally before making his way towards the broken seal, the threshold that united these two worlds together.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 24, 2017 21:34:29 GMT -8
Piper was lost in thought, starring out the window of the chapel towards the mountains summit where the black miasma had been coming from. It had been a while since the miasma had started flowing down the mountain side and Piper found herself at a loss, unable to use her powers to deter the miasma. Her barrier held well enough around the town of Ansem however she was unsure whether or not it could hold for long once the miasma would build around it.
"Sister!" The priestess beside Piper spoke up for the fourth time, this time loud enough to get Pipers attention as her head whipped around suddenly to assess the noise. Sister Germain was standing over Piper with her hands on her hips. "What is up with you all of a sudden, you have been zoning out a lot more lately and that is saying something considering..." Sister Germain spoke with a thick accent, trailing off for a moment before letting out a sigh and kneeling down to Pipers level. "I know It's none of my business Sister but, is something truly bothering you?" She asked in a much softer tone than the one from earlier.
Piper waved her hand in front of her face and smiled, a gesture that meant everything is fine. After a moment she placed her hand on Germains shoulder and gave her a reassuring nod and stood to her feet.
"Well thats good I guess..." Germain said as she stood to her feet herself, smiling to Piper and nodding back in acknowledgement. "Come then, we need to set up a stew for the children tonight." Germain said as she headed towards the chapel kitchen. Piper nodded and trailed behind her, only stopping for a moment to look back at the window with a worried expression. Something felt wrong...
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Post by Galneon on May 24, 2017 22:59:36 GMT -8
Galneon stepped out onto the plateau that overlooked Tyran, the black miasma acted as a thick mist beneath him and the rain from the dark clouds above beaded off his black armor. He stood for a moment, his sword pointed downward in his hand as he carried the massive slab of a sword effortlessly in one hand. The miasma beneath him began to rise, becoming thicker and nearly viscous in property as it flowed more from the mountain and into the forest. A clap of thunder and flash of lightning would set the mood before him as he hoisted the sword over his shoulder with great ease and walked towards the edge of the plateau.
"It would seem the forest has not yet been fully abandoned." Galneon scoffed as he looked down upon the small hamlet, barely visible through the thick clouds that obscured his view from the plateau. Small bits of stone crumble from the mountain side as he grinds his foot against the edge of the plateau, preparing his decent into the realm before him.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 24, 2017 23:14:22 GMT -8
Rahlia found herself resting in a tree, her long pink hair dangling loose from atop her head as she balanced on the large limb with one leg. She yawned as she woke from her nap, stretching her arm out before realizing that her sword was vibrating in her sheath. At this point she could sense a familiar aura flowing from the lonely mountain only south of her current location.
"I feel it again..." Garthinean spoke, the crystal sphere suspended in the center of the blade shimmered as she spoke once more. Rahlia drew the sword from its hilt and held it abreast before her, looking on the immaculate sword at is shook in her hands. "Something evil is coming... a very familiar... very terrible feeling..." The sword nearly repeated from their last encounter with the evil aura that emitted from the mountainside. Rahlia nodded as she stood up, falling from the tree to land gracefully on the ground beneath. Revealing a ribbon from within her robe and adeptly tying her hair into a single ponytail before she set off towards the mountain. She began stretching her shoulder and arm as she walked towards the forest that skirt the mountains base, something in her seemed to be stirring and she knew that this time their aggressor would be known.
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Post by Galneon on May 25, 2017 14:15:40 GMT -8
Galneon closed his eyes and stepped off of the plateau into the sky, leaning forward as if to take off like a bird to soar into the sky. His cape expands as it catches the air rushing past him like wings spreading across his back though it actually helps little to slow his momentum towards the ground. As the wall of the mountainside approaches he readies himself and uses his sword as aid to springboard himself of the mountain and toward the forest hamlet.
It doesn't take long before he lands at the base of the mountain, only feet away from Ansem's barrier. His sword found itself imbedded in the earth as he landed one knee, his cape barely having time to fall before he stands and begins his march towards the hamlet in a single stride.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 25, 2017 22:27:24 GMT -8
Rahlia began to pick up the pace, leaping up into the trees and using the large branches to repel herself through the forest. She could tell that something was on the move and the aura that it expelled was especially diabolical. It didn't take her long before she reached the forests end, entering into a large field. Rahlia could see the miasma covered mountain in the distance now as well as sense the inhabitants of Ansem. Without a break in her movement she leaped from the tree into a steady sprint across the field, only able to see a small line of forest in the distance at the base of the mountain.
Rahlia barely has time to notice she had been in this part of Tyran before, having entered it from the northern borderlands a while back. She didn't have time to realize where she was however, for the evil that emerged from the mountain was on the move and the people who live at it's base were in great danger.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 25, 2017 22:36:09 GMT -8
Piper could feel it, the dark presence as it leaped from the mountain. She was lost in thought as she stirred up the stew in the cauldron that hung above the kitchen fire. Germain had been watching her like a hawk ever since she came to get her from the chapel hall earlier that day and Piper was unable to find the time to slip away from the kitchen to look upon the forest. She tried to put it out of her mind, focusing on the pot of stew and telling herself that it's nothing. Maybe it is but it wouldn't bother such a small hamlet she thought to herself as she raised the wooden spoon to her lips to test the stew.
Suddenly she paused, dropping the spoon from her hand as she felt something like a sharp pain in her chest. Whatever the creature was that leaped from the mountain was now pressing against the barrier she had made and she could feel it. Her stomach sunk and she felt sick with fear and worry as the feeling got stronger and stronger until she could no longer ignore it. Piper leaped for the door suddenly, unable to ignore the sickening feeling any longer as she made her way through the hall and outside into the town as fast as she could. All the while Germain followed her with her shouts, trying to get her attention.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 25, 2017 22:54:25 GMT -8
It wouldn't take much longer before Rahlia would reach the forest edge. Running across the open field felt like an eternity already and the dark aura was getting stronger and stronger. She could feel the miasma that flowed through the forest seethe with wicked intent. Rahlia found herself running at great speed through the field, leaping fences and cutting through private land. She knew it maybe a bad idea but under these circumstances she couldn't afford to take detours just to please the folk who farmed the land.
"Hurry! I can feel it moving closer!" Garthinean pleaded to Rahlia as the forest got closer and closer into view. It didn't help that Rahlia was running at her limit, breaking barriers that normal humans wouldn't dream to in a lifetime. The wind whipped through her hair like razors as she tried her best to push herself further. As fast as she was moving she still felt discouraged as it would seem almost as if she would lose all her energy before the fight could even start. She shook her head lightly as she ran, trying to shake the negative thoughts from her mind. This wasn't the time to be thinking like that!
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Post by Galneon on May 25, 2017 23:08:03 GMT -8
Galneon finally breached the edge of the clearing where the hamlet stood, a barrier shimmered in his eyes just faintly around it. The miasma seemed to follow him however and found itself flowing plentifully from the forest around him as he walked slowly towards the barrier of the town. He stopped as he reached it's edge, chucking to himself as he reached out to touch the barrier only to be administered a faint shock.
"Interesting... with this barrier the town may appear invisible to laymen. However..." He grunted as he brought his sword abreast of him and plunged the tip forward into the barrier. A great jolt of energy flowed from the barrier as the spell shattered and vanished around the hamlet. "Weak..." He finished his sentence menacingly as he stood his ground, watching the sparkle of magic rain down from the sky rendering Ansem vulnerable. After a moment he stood upright, placing the tip of his blade to the ground as he watched the miasma around his feet begin to move towards the hamlet. It was then that he looked up, his eyes meeting with a single person who seemed to have noticed him amidst the quiet hamlet. No doubt this girl in clerical robes was the sorceress who cast the barrier and she had come to look on in horror at the creature that so easily disposed of it.
Galneon couldn't help but let out a faint chuckle...
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Post by Piper Garland on May 25, 2017 23:38:25 GMT -8
Piper stopped in her tracks as she looked upon the source of the evil miasma. Her jaw nearly falling slack as she watched her barrier crumble around her in the presence of this awful creature. It was indeed horror that she felt in her when she looked upon this oppressor. She felt alone, unable to move as this iron clad monster gripped at her soul like a shroud over a casket. She was terrified, enraptured in the knowledge that her strongest power was thwarted by this fiend. She could not fight, she could not even speak. The only power she had against threats was already proven to be fruitless and the crushing darkness and despair of defeat already loomed over her.
"!!" She squeaked as she suddenly stumbled back, falling to the ground as she felt him drawing closer to her, though he stood still. It was as if his presence itself had a mind of its own, or perhaps something far more sinister had followed him. It didn't take long before Germain rounded the corner and was met with the same visage as Piper, stopping in her tracks for only a moment before her gaze broke from Galneon to meet Piper on the ground.
"Are you okay?!" Germain asked to Piper as she knelt down and took hold of Piper's shoulder, turning her to look back at Germain. Piper was still frozen in fear, unable to answer back to Germain as it seemed her gaze was stuck to Galneon. "Who--What are you?" Germain said after a moment, looking to Galneon as her voice gave the tiniest hint of stutter while she spoke.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 26, 2017 0:46:03 GMT -8
Rahlia finally reached the forest, leaping up to the branch of a nearby tree and launching herself into the air. She dexterously grabbed hold of the branch, using her momentum to follow through into the tree behind it and kicking off the second tree towards the third. She leaped through the forest with finesse, heading towards the origin of the disturbance with great speed. It didn't take long before Rahlia noticed the miasma flowing at the base of the trees beneath her, making sure to keep high in the tree so is not to touch it.
"I can feel it... the wickedness of this taint..." Garthinean remarked as the miasma grew thicker and thicker beneath them as the approached closer to the mountain and the village that lay at it's base. "We must prepare ourselves for a tough battle ahead." Garthinean continued as they drew closer to the villiage, Rahlia slowing down slightly as to not give away their position to hastily.
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Post by Galneon on May 26, 2017 1:07:52 GMT -8
Galneon outright laughed at the woman's question. Taking a step forward he reveled in watching the two priestesses squirm in fear of his imposing visage. With another chuckle he raised his hand as if to gesture, an almost shrug as he raised his sword to rest upon his shoulder once more.
"What ignorant arrogance you have to ask me such a question." Galneon's eyes lit up red as he spoke as if to accentuate his rather begrudging yet uncaring reaction. "I shall humor you however. I am known as Galneon... an agent of the Void and your new Dark Lord." He spoke, asserting his dominance over the weak priestesses before him. He took pause however, sensing something approaching behind him. He grunted to himself as he turned his head ever so slightly before looking back to the girls. After a moment of deciding what to do next, Galneon raised his sword towards the helpless priestesses, taking a stance for only a moment before lunging forward towards them with deadly intent.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 6:39:49 GMT -8
Kairn had been nearby, only a half mile or so away, collecting alchemical ingredients. He had traveled out this far hoping to find something more rare than what he had been finding elsewhere. The air hung heavy before but it did not bother him until the seal had been fully broken and Galveon had made his way down the mountain. The half-elf didnt care much for this miasma, nor the presence it gave off but he did think it worth a distant look.
He traveled for a bit toward it until he saw the barrier fall, then picked up his pace a bit, staying among tree branches and suppressing his aura. He sat a moderate distance away outside of the village and watched the scene unfold, with a faint memory of the day his home was destroyed. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and remained quietly watching. He didnt feel the need to interfere, this was not his problem, but it would be good information to know later on. After all, one never knows when a bit of info from yesteryear would save your hide in the present.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 8:05:05 GMT -8
"I wouldn't do that, Galneon."
The voice had spoken, sharply but quietly, right as Galneon had lunged for the women. The speaker wouldn't do anything heroic like put himself between Galneon and his intended targets, but would stand there, crouching on the hard ground, resting his muscular arms atop his knees. His red eyes glowed like hot coals as he stared at the larger, older being's movements, tracing even the quick movements of the Dark One as he moved.
To those with heightened perception and reflexes, the crouching man's eyes would follow Galneon's movements, and he would shift slowly in his crouching position, his body turning at the same speed as his eyes, and the larger, older being's movement.
Whether Galneon continued onward to slay the females or not, Sam would remain where he was, but he would continue speaking.
"Those who shed blood carelessly, they tend to attract unwanted attention from heroic types. If you're smart, you will pick and choose who you slay, perhaps opting for a safer option like kidnap and torture."
The man made no other movement, there was nothing seemingly special about his being there, no swirling shadows or glowing lights, just him there, crouching and speaking. If someone had Aura Perception, however, they would see a dense, pitch black miasma coursing around him, two blood red crescent eyes peering outwards, as if the man in plain view was inhabited, or possessed, by something dark and sinister.
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Post by Galneon on May 26, 2017 14:19:18 GMT -8
Galneon stops as he hears the voice call out to him. Shifting back to an upright position as he rests his blade once more against his shoulder. He looked over this new being before him, watching him closely and making note of the aura this being emitted. After some time Galneon takes a few steps forward towards the man again, gesturing with his hand as he speaks plainly.
"Perhaps it is those heroic types that I am searching for... These children are obviously not in my league wouldn't you say?" He asks to the man, almost tauntingly as he slowly walks closer and closer. "However I am curious... with an aura like that one do you truely call yourself heroic?" Galneon remarks, noticing the striking similarities between this mans aura and his own. The only difference being that Galneon's miasma is visible.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 26, 2017 14:25:44 GMT -8
Piper and Germain both reel back in fear as they watch their attacker lung forward. Piper clutched to Germain and closed her eyes as she feared the worst, barely noticing the second aura that appeared before them. It didn't take long before Germain would look up to see the new presence that now stood between them, hearing the voice call out towards Galneon.
"Look Piper, we are saved!" Germain said with enthusiasm to Piper as she shook her lightly. Piper looked up after a moment towards the man however unlike Germain Piper could see his aura, and the menacing look of it didn't seem to reassure her at all. She didn't know what this man was doing between them and Galneon but she couldn't help but feel he wasn't there just to save them.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 26, 2017 14:31:47 GMT -8
Rahlia approached the clearing and she could almost see Galneon in the clearing, she could feel a second presence in the forest behind her but this wasn't the time to worry about it as it didn't seem nearly as threatening than the presence before her. She could see him clearly now, preparing to attack the girls with his sword when suddenly Rahlia stopped in the tree right before the clearing. Watching as the new figure made his appearance between Galneon and his chosen victims. Rahlia could too see his aura and waited for a moment, trying to decide what to do with the two. Were they working together she thought as she took hold of her swords hilt, waiting for the right moment to leap from the forest. If she had to she was sure she could make the jump between the three of them if either of them made a move towards the girls.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 17:34:59 GMT -8
Kairn continued his silent watch of this altercation, only moving his head a bit as Rahlia arrived on the scene. He watched her hold back as well upon the appearance of the newcomer that halted Galneons attack. He breathed slowly keeping his aura in check with a form of meditation while taking in all that he could see. In one hand he kept his fingers on a milky white vial, a potion to be used if he needed to get away and the other held a small dagger making small cuts to the tree branch, more of fidgeting it would seem than anything else.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 28, 2017 15:05:39 GMT -8
Piper leans forward, adjusting herself ever so slightly as she and Germain watch the silence persist. Waiting nervously for one of them to make a move on the other. Slowly Piper shifts her body into a position that would allow her to stand and run at any moment before turning her attention to Germain. She takes her hand and gently guides Germain's gaze away from the conflict and towards her, making a subtle sign with her hands.
"Wha?! What do you mean run?!" Germain whispered in a hoarse voice as she watched Pipers hand sign. Piper made more signs, slowly as to not attract attention. She signs that the two would be too distracted to care and only could chase one if they both ran for it. "No... I can't let you do that!" Germain exclaimed as she realised Pipers plans before turning her gaze back to Galneon. "Besides, how do we know this guy can'take the knight?" She asked before looking back to Piper. Piper begins to sign again, asking how she knows they arn't working together...
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Post by Rahliasef on May 28, 2017 15:24:44 GMT -8
Rahlia watched impaciently as the standoff between the two became palpable. It didn't take her long however to turn her gaze to the two priestesses. From this veiw she could see every mobement they made and she watched closely as the one made signs.
"Sign language?" Rahlia thought to herself as she watched the two women speaking quietly to each other. She was unable to read sign language but from the reaction of the other girl she knew a plan was being formed and that didn't bode well for the situation. Rahlia gripped her sword tightly in her hand, she knew that one way or the other she would have to get involved. Her gaze shifted behind her to the other hiding in the trees, making sure to assess everything around her. She would not get caught off guard.
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Post by Galneon on May 30, 2017 1:44:50 GMT -8
Galneon stood in silence facing down the figure for what seemed like ages before he finally chuckled, lifting his sword to his shoulder once more. "That is what I thought..." He spoke plainly, breaking the silence between them. He turned back towards the women cowering on the ground and began to walk slowly towards them, the blade of his sword gently tapping against the pauldron of his armor, the sound echoing into the distance as the only constant sound in the hamlet. "You fear the heroic because you doubt your own strength... let me show you what it is to wield power without fear... or hesitation." He spoke once more, looking up to eye the two girls before him. It was now when he noticed one of the girls making signs with her hands, obvious gestures of a voiceless language. He chuckled again and nodded his head silently as they look back towards him as he took his stance again, resting the sword on the ground before raising it towards them again.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 30, 2017 1:50:35 GMT -8
Piper signed the same thing again and again to Germain, looking back and fourth between Galneon and her. Run she said, Run run run! Her signs becoming faster as she began to lose composure. She looked in fear as Galneon had finally lost interest in the figure before him and was once again readying to attack them. This time she felt he would not yield to a voice alone, this time they would die unless they made a move. Piper tried one last time as she took Germains hand in hers and signed the word right into her hand.
RUN! She signed one last time before she pushed Germain away from her and leaped up, Taking off behind them. Germain fell to the ground with a thud as Piper took off, shocked from the sudden jolt. It didn't take long however for her to get the idea and leaped up, running away down the opposite road from Piper. She looked back only once, tears flying from her face as she could see Galneon ready for his attack.
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Post by Galneon on May 30, 2017 1:56:17 GMT -8
Galneon watched as the girls took running in opposite directions. "Run little rabbits!" Galneon called out with a laugh as he raised his sword in the direction of his prey. He watched as they ran in opposite directions, trying to dissuade him of his attack but he knew who his target was, he knew who was the more important of the two. His eyes narrowed as he aimed towards Pipers back, his knees bending down as if ready to spring forth at any moment. Of the two women before him, only one had magic potential. His body sprung forward suddenly, as if he was shot from a cannon moving nearly mach speed towards his prey in a blink of an eye, the tip of his sword cutting the air like a magic arrow seeking its target.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 30, 2017 2:02:45 GMT -8
Rahlia watched silently as Galneon continued his standoff with the other figure. Gripping her sword tightly as if ready to strike at any moment. Suddenly Galneon lost interest and began to head towards the girls again. Rahlia clenched her teeth, knowing that she had no choice but to intervene now that the other figure showed little interest in stopping him. It was when the girls finally made their move and Galneon readied his stance when Rahlia leaped from the tree instinctively, soaring through the air to land just inches away from Piper with her sword drawn. She was ready to deflect any attack he threw at her, or so she thought as she found herself nearly caught off guard as Galneon seemingly teleported to their location.
Rahlia moved as if on her own, hearing as Garthinean clashed against his sword, pushing it away from his target and locking it in place before them. To an untrained eye it would appear as if Rahlia and Galneon both appeared out of nowhere, their speeds causing the dust to uplift around them as they both cemented their stance against one another.
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Post by Piper Garland on May 30, 2017 2:09:14 GMT -8
Tears streamed down Pipers face as she felt the wind pass by her, running as hard as she could away from him. There was no time to process the events that transpired next, only the hot sting that she felt in her side and the pressure she felt, throwing her off her feet towards the dirt. It felt as if time had stopped for her, all sound was gone and all she could hear was her own heartbeat and all she could feel was the cold hot sting in her side. Rahlia was fast, fast enough to deflect Galneon from spearing Piper with his sword like a kebab. Rahlia almost in time, if only seconds too late as Galneon's sword succeeded in clipping Piper's waist and slicing her open, the force of his sword simultaneously hitting her like a sonic wave and throwing her feet from where she had been to the dirt below.
The first thing that Piper saw after her vision cleared was the blood that was pooling around her. She was covered in it and at first, she wasn't sure it was her own blood until she could feel the stinging pain in her side once more and realized that she had indeed been cut.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 3:16:47 GMT -8
Kairn watched as finally things were moving again, moving between the trees keeping an eye on everything going on. He stopped again when Piper fell and Rahlia had intercepted Galneon. He had decided not to interfere but he did hope she could get away, he wasnt heartless after all. His ears turned a bit to hear things better while he continued holding that vial with one hand and carving into the branch he was sitting on with the other. He had gotten closer than he was before but still focused to keep himself hidden.
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Post by Rahliasef on May 31, 2017 3:30:31 GMT -8
"You bastard!" Rhalia rages as she looks back at the now wounded Piper on the ground behind them. She pushes forward, trying her best not to get overpowered as having only one arm puts her at a massive disadvantage. She pushes towards him with her feet as he forces back on her, pushing Garthinean almost into her chest. She scowels as her eye begins to glow red, her canines begin to expand into large razor aharp fangs and her nails turn black and claw like. "What do you want here?" Rahlia growls, her voice more hoarse now.
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Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on May 31, 2017 3:37:10 GMT -8
Galneon feels the stopping force of Rahlia as she brings hip to a halt, locking their swords together in a struggle of power.
"This is interesting..." He says, scoweling at her. He pushes forward towards her, forcing her to push back as hard as she could. He was annoyed, being matched in strength by a one armed woman seemed obsurd to him and yet here she was. Hw begins to laugh as his strength slowly began to overpower hers, that is until his eyes stopped fixating on her eye and for a moment he looked down, catching a glymps at the sword she was wielding.
It happened all at once, the moment he saw the emaculate blade he pushed off as if in instinct, jumping backwards and making distance between them. "Well now... So the Paladins light finally chose a new master..." He said mockingly, striking a ready stance in case she decided to advance.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Worros, Sorrow, Crimson Rose
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Sef
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Post by Rahliasef on May 31, 2017 12:31:17 GMT -8
Rahlia watches in surprise as Galneon reels from seeing her sword, retreating and lifting his weight from her. She takes a moment to take in what just transpired, twirling her sword in her hand before taking a step forward, watching as he very subtly takes a step away at the same time.
"Paladin's light?" Rahlia repeats, looking between her sword and Galneon a couple of times before taking another step forward. "So you are afraid of Garthinean huh? That must make you an agent of Darkness." Rahlia proclaims, flipping the sword dexterously in the air and catching the hilt as it comes back to her. She now strides towards Galneon with confidence, watching as he matches her steps with his, making sure not to let the newly made gap close.
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Amateur
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Piper Garland
Race: Mix breed (Nymph, Demon, Human)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
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Post by Piper Garland on May 31, 2017 12:41:31 GMT -8
Germain had ran quite far by now, slowing to a walk once she realized that she wasn't followed. She sighed, sitting to the ground, leaning her back against the wall. Suddenly a door opened next to her, a young boy looking out towards her. Germain blinked and looked to the kid, giving him a warm smile as the boy looked on scared and unsure.
"It's okay, the bad man shouldn't be here much longer." She assured the boy, watching as an older man appeared in the doorway. She looked up at him as he had a stern look on his face. Germain gave a worried look back to him.
"Where is Piper?" The man asked after a moment, considering Germain nor Piper rarely left the chapel without one another. Germain thought for a while, wondering how to explain what had just happened.
"When we were attacked... We ran opposite ways." She said, trying to convey that it was Piper's idea to do so. The man had a grim look on his face as he nodded, assessing the situation.
"I hope she is alright..." The man began, looking down the street past Germain. "If you weren't chased..." He continued but stopped as he noticed Germain's expression had become sour and fearful. Germain had just realized for the second time that she hadn't been followed, but if that was the case that only meant that Galneon pursued Piper. Germain jumped up suddenly, looking to the man once more before running back down the street towards Galneon.
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
Tyran is PG 13 and LGBT friendly.
site updates (dd/mm/yy)
13/11/18 - THERE ARE NEW GODS! please check out the temple folders for more details!
29/11/18 - Both temples have staff positions open for those interested in joining the temples
29/11/18 - We are currently editing our achievements and adding more! Please be patient as we fix this.
current events
TBA
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Host: TBA
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Joshua
Shelzi
Storyteller/Trent
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credits
Tyrannights/VampPub was originally created by Shawn and Doreen. Tyran: Tales of Legends remake is currently owned by Sinead and Laelia Content is copyrighted to Tyran unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
Banner Image was created by Karnage82.
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