Menacing Threat? The dark one makes his first move.
Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on May 31, 2017 13:32:56 GMT -8
Galneon scoffs at Rahlia's words as he paces himself perfectly, following her movement. His gaze found itself on the Garthinean more than on Rahlia, keeping his sword at the ready for the inevitable attack.
"I am an agent of the Void, a power beyond simple darkness." He spoke out, as if boasting his position. "As for the sword..." He started, taking pause to look once again over the swords majesty. "I do not fear the thing, I am simply cautious. I know of it's history." He finished, looking Rahlia dead in the eye as if to intimidate her.
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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 Jun 1, 2017 1:28:42 GMT -8
Rahlia let out a feint giggle as she paced evenly with Galneon, the Garthinean held ready to strike. She raised the sword towards him once more, the shimmering blade cutting through the cloudy atmosphere of the town street as they kept their footing with one another. "So you say you aren't afraid huh, but you seem to be avoiding it as if it were a plague." Rahlia smirked and squinted her eye at Galneon. She felt like she had him in a corner and she liked it. "I think your actions betray you Galneon!" Rahlia declared, stopping her pacing and standing still, sword still aimed at him. Her stance was as prideful as her expression, although she didn't show any sign of loosening her guard. Any fool would mistake this for a chance to strike boldly and that was precisely what Rahlia was waiting for.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 7:39:08 GMT -8
Well, it had went as anticipated. Although it was impossible to tell their locations, the man who had stood off to the side, forming a triangle between his body, Galneon's and the women had sensed that there was movement in the distance. Whoever it was, they were skilled at concealing their presence, so Sam had no way of identifying them, or telling what their intentions were. As things suddenly escalated, the girls making a retreat, Galneon reacting, and the blade of another clashing with that of Galneon's, Sam sighed, folding his arms over his chest. "Whatever I do now, I'm implicated, so I may as well have some fun."In one slow, deliberate, singular motion, Sam reached to his side. Shadows swirled like animated ink, writhing and shrinking from his hand as he reached for the handle of a black umbrella that was now revealed at his hip. Drawing it outwards, he pointed it outwards. As if considering, he let the point of the still closed black umbrella point at Galneon first, then the fighter who had locked blades with him. He then adjusted the tip of the umbrella to take one of the fleeing girl into his sights, then to the other, as though still considering. Then recognition dawned in his bright red eyes as he turned back to the female fighter ( Rahliasef ) and Galneon ( Galneon ) still fighting. Although her fighting style seemed to have an unorthodox touch to it, the overall structure, her form, the way she calculated Galneon's movements, then move as though she was anticipating his next strike... Sam's eyes narrowed as his perception of time accelerated momentarily, spotting nuances in the way she fought and carried herself in combat. "If my hunch is correct, if she is indeed one of them, she should be able to hold her own pretty well against us both." he murmured. The wind was screaming through his ears as he shot forward with sufficient speed to cause the air to crack behind him in a sonic boom, running towards Rahlia, his legs moving insanely quick, moving his lithe frame so that he crossed the distance between himself and her in no time flat. In another instant, he was above her, descending downwards, arm drawn back behind him, umbrella in hand, as he prepared to bring his umbrella down upon her. "Are you one of them?" he muttered under his breath. As quiet as he muttered it, it was anyone's guess whether or not she would hear it as his small frame came sailing downwards, his arm brought around with the apparent intent to use an opening left by Galneon's attack to aim and strike a blow of his own. |
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 2, 2017 13:50:10 GMT -8
Galneon's eyes narrowed at Rahlia as he heard her proclamation towards him. He scoffed at her words and without skipping a beat, his body lifted into the air, as if the miasma beneath him were carrying him. His cape spread behind him, flowing in an unnatural wind around him as he raised his massive sword towards Rahlia with only one arm.
"Well then... It would seem that I will need to be more agressive from here on." He chortled as the miasma began to wrap itself around his sword, glowing an ominous purple as it touched the blade. "Are you prep-" Galneon started but was cut off by the crack of air as Sam decided to get involved. Galneon watched with his eyes as Sam Hain closed the gap and readied a strike above Rahlia. "So you would interfere after all?" Galneon grunted, lowering his sword as it would seem he would not need to strike.
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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 Jun 2, 2017 13:55:51 GMT -8
Rahlia lowered stance, solidifying her position as Galneon readied to strike, and hard. The attack wasn't meant to be however as the other shadowy figure emerged from his position into the midst of battle with a resounding boom. Rahlia was nearly caught off guard as she suddenly heard the words escape from Sam's mouth, looking up suddenly to see him drop upon her. She raised her sword instinctively, catching his umbrella with the edge of Garthinean and scowling at him.
"What do you mean 'one of them'?" She asked before kicking off the ground, deflecting his weapon and retreating back a few feet. Now Sam found himself between her and Galneon, directly in the middle of combat. Rahlia came to a halt against the dirt, taking a similar stance from before and raising her sword now at Sam.
"Who are you?"
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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 Jun 3, 2017 15:05:23 GMT -8
Germain rounded the corner, barely able to keep her composure as she stepped right into the enemies line of sight. Instinctively jumping back behind the wall and Germain hugged the wall as tightly as possible so as to appeared to have vanished. She waited a moment before peeking around the corner, watching as the Galneon and Rahlia engauged in pitched battle. Germain felt almost relieved as she realized that someone else had come to fight the invader until her gaze shifted and her face turned pale to witness Piper lying on the ground covered in blood.
"Pip-" Germain started but stifled her breath as she looked back to Galneon and now Sam who had entered the battle. Looking from the battle back to Piper, Germain finally decided to be brave. Taking a deep breath Germain bolted from her hiding place and ran to Piper's side, lifting Piper's head into her lap. "Shhhhh..." Germain whispered as Piper looked up to her in pain and confusion. "It's okay now, I am here."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 14:06:19 GMT -8
Kairn had been watching quietly but was loosing interest as one had kept Galneon from actually fighting very much. He watches Sam and Rahlia engage now as Galneon steps back, then looks to Piper and Garmain. He taps his knife against the tree a few times before shaking his head "Might as well before i go..." He jabs the knife into the tree causing a rune to light up, along with others that he had been carving on other trees this whole time. The trees groan, crack and begin to spark to life, lifting their roots from the ground and begin to lumber about as though they were getting adjusted.
Kairn stood up on the branch, no longer hiding his Aura, it was normal for someone who was a warrior and a mage but there was a bit of power to it, something deep inside and as yet still sleeping. His lavender eyes gave a soft glow as he pointed his dagger towards Sam and Galneon causing the tree to move towards them to attack. They would be easy enough to destroy but were simply a distraction. He would move to Piper and Garmain, handing Garmain the vial of white fluid while pouring another blue vial on Pipers wounds, a healing potion "Use this to escape, it will create a purifying mist, should be enough to stun them a bit." Kairn wouldnt hang around after that, disappearing back into the forest and suppressing his pressence once more.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 5, 2017 1:24:40 GMT -8
Galneon had since landed once again and was growing more and more irritated as Sam seemed to continuously interfere. He watched with narrowed eyes as Sam and Rahlia stared each other down for a long time, Rahlia seemingly waiting for Sam to answer however the longer the silence droned on the less likely it seemed that Sam would actually answer, caught in some sort of high from his last attack. It didn't take long for Galneon to notice the forest in movement and a mysterious new aura had made itself known. He spun around suddenly as he watched the ents or rather... wait normal trees? Galneon was almost amused by the new figures antics as he seemed to be able to manipulate trees. He stepped forward, swinging his sword once as the trees broke the boundary of the village and approached him. One swing of his sword and the trees seemed to explode, splintering shrapnel across the area around him. With a quick chortle Galneon turned his gaze beyond Rahlia and Sam who most likely were equally confused, seeing the figure appear by the two women cowering on the ground behind Rahlia. He watched with narrow eyes as the figure entrusted the wounded girl with something before retreating back into the forest near the village.
"I am growing bored of these games..." Galneon spoke finally, raising back into the air as the miasma around him seemed to writhe. He would rush past Sam suddenly, planning to spear Rahlia with his sword. The sound of his movement boomed as if he had broken the sound barrier as he moved in a blur across the gap, disregarding Sam entirely as he intended to continue their battle with or without him.
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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 Jun 5, 2017 15:18:06 GMT -8
Piper seemed to be passing out, her eyes slowly opening and closing. Germain tried her best to keep Piper awake, not exactly being a nurse she wasn't sure how she could help Piper when suddenly a figure appeared before them through the trees. It happened so fast, Germain wasn't exactly sure what was happening when the man handed her the vial of white liquid. She watched stunned as he poured another vial of blue liquid onto Pipers wound, the wound starting to heal on contact with the wound. Germain looked from the vial back to the man, unsure what to say while he explained how they may escape. She looked to Piper after the man vanished back into the forest, it was apparent they weren't going to escape anytime soon as it seemed Piper was still unconscious.
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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 Jun 5, 2017 15:25:45 GMT -8
Rahlia watched Sam, waiting for his answer while occasionally looking back at a seemingly annoyed Galneon. After sometime Rahlia tensed, watching as Galneon began to make a move. Apparently annoyed with the hold up as he rose his sword when suddenly the unthinkable happened. The forest sprung alive, marching towards Galneon as if on a warpath. Rahlia watched in surprise as the second figure she had seen in the forest burst fourth, coming to the aid of the two women behind her. A grin masked Rahlia's face for a moment as she realized he was here to help but it didn't last long as she heard the explosion and turned to see Galneon charge her. He moved in a blur, bursting past Sam as if he were a statue and nearly pinning Rahlia with his sword. Rahlia was nearly in shock, only able to deflect Galneon's attack on what seemed like reflex or instinct. Instinctively she deflected him to the right, towards her missing arm and gave herself an opening, rolling across his body on her left shoulder she spun around to deal a quick counter blow with her sword. The sound of Garthinean whistling through the air as if her sword were singing as it sliced through the air towards Galneon's back.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Yawn, Izzy, Izalie, Izael, Izz
Race: Naga/Basilisk
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan/Family: Unknown
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Post by Izalith on Jun 7, 2017 0:06:38 GMT -8
As the trees came alive, the roots of the tree that had found their way through the concrete and into Yawn's cell suddenly lifted up and the ceiling of her cell gave way. Luckily she was awake at this time and was able to move away from the sound quick enough to not get hurt from the falling rubble and dirt. Now a hole in the forest ground, Yawn slowly came to realize that her cell was no longer able to keep her incarcerated. She curled up beneath the dirt that had fallen on her, unsure of what to make of the events that transpired however the sound of fighting from afar were enough to make her feel unsafe and after some time she decided to climb out. She was in rags, cover in dirt and soot. She wore iron cuffs on each of her four wrists, the chains on each cuff nearly rusted away entirely. A crude black collar adorned her neck, the leather seemed uncomfortable however there was no aparent way of removing the collar. Similar in make, a black blindfold adorned her face, covering her eyes from the light and blinding her. A crude lock was hidden behind her long matted black hair, forcing the blindfold to ever stay in place on her face tightly. As she pulled herself from the wreck her pale skin could be seen in contrast of the dirt. Anyone who may still be in the forest might notice such a creature with porcelain skin pulling itself from the ground like the undead. As she reached the surface, it would be apparent that her four arms weren't the only oddity as her legs past her hips seemed to fuse together into a massive tail covered in black snake scales. This was only natural considering Yawn was a naga.
Tears streamed from her eyes, flooding like streams from beneath her mask as she felt the cool dirt in her fingers and the cool breeze brush against her skin. She was finally free from that god forsaken cell beneath the earth. She turned over and rested with her back against the earth, breathing heavily between her sobs. She tried to keep herself as quiet as possibly, making sure not to alert the people fighting in the distance. If her malnourished form was any indication, she was not in a state to fight.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 1:33:49 GMT -8
Kairn moved through the woods quietly until he was far enough away he could relax a bit. He was still close enough to hear them so he kept his presence stifled. He drops to the ground and begins walking away from the town while checking over his collection of herbs "Not the haul i wanted..." He looks back towards the town for a moment "...But i suppose it couldn't be helped" He continues on until he comes to where one of the trees had uprooted and spots Izalith. He notices not only the naga features but the chains and blind as well..
"You seem rather worn out. I would suggest avoiding the town over there unless your the type that likes fighting. It would seem a dark force is hell-bent on toying with it" He could tell how weak she was from his years studying fighters in the arena, which is why he didnt bother to hide from her as he did the others. He still kept enough distance from her and his right hand close to the hilt of the dragon jawbone buster sword strapped to his back, just in case. After all even those weakened can still strike out from desperation with surprising strength.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 7, 2017 15:57:26 GMT -8
Galneon was fast, almost too fast some would think as Rahlia's counter attack connected with his sword. His sword, which he had already brought up and against his back as if he anticipated the attack before even he struck. He chortled as he looked back, his right eye connecting with her single eye as their swords rested against one another.
"Perhaps you may wish to try again?" Galneon spoke, waiting for Rahlia to move again before he did. He kept his gaze locked on her's, distracting her from the miasma that had begun to wrap around her legs and slowly crawl towards her head. At first it would look like smoke but slowly would grow thicker and thicker until it would envelope the being entirely.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 16:03:54 GMT -8
Rahlia watched as her sword connected with Galneons sword against his back. He was extremely fast for a large man being weighed down by armor, wielding a sword the size of a galleon oar. Her expression soured and her eye narrowed at his, looking into his wicked eye for what seemed like hours before she suddenly jumped back, feeling the cold wrapping around her legs. Landing around ten feet away as she looked at the place she was standing, confirming what she had thought as the thick miasma started to dissipate. She raised her sword at him again with a scowl. Aparently she did not have the luxury of standing in place for too long. A smirk grew on her face as she made peace with the idea, charging towards him suddenly into a flurry of attacks.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 7, 2017 16:07:19 GMT -8
Galneon stood back up, facing his foe as she retreated. He scoffed as he looked down at the miasma that was dissipating around him. He shrugged his shoulder and cracked his neck, readying for another attack that would come at him quickly, her sword flying at him left and right, lunging towards him as he suddenly began to float backwards as his sword manage to keep up with her movements. They moved throughout the arena, their swords flying in full pitched combat now. The fight had finally begun and was in full swing, Galneon suddenly countering her sword, deflecting it back as he would bring it into the air to chop downwards onto her head!
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Yawn, Izzy, Izalie, Izael, Izz
Race: Naga/Basilisk
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan/Family: Unknown
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Post by Izalith on Jun 7, 2017 16:15:22 GMT -8
Yawn jumped quickly, her body moving fast as she slithered and scrambled into a ball, cowering from the sudden voice. She was blindfolded, unable to see the world around her and from the sounds of fighting in the distance it was plain to her that not all voices would be attached to docile beings. Yawn waited in silent fear, not knowing the intent of the voice that seemed to pass by. She could suddenly hear him step, twigs and old leaves crumpling beneath his feet on the forest floor. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, and she began to feel a little safer as her guest didn't seen interested in attacking her.
"P-please... I... I d-don't know wh-where I am?" She said with a shiver, her voice stuttering from cold or fear. "I... I n-need help." She pleaded finally, reaching one hand out slightly towards where she thought the voice may have came from. She had come to a shocking revelation as she had climbed from the tomb. In her cell she had know every wall, nook, cranny. She had a perfect picture mapped out in her mind in the darkness of her cell but outside, she could no longer see like she could in cell. Without her eyes she was truly blind in the outside world. The thought of this alone scared her more than the figure before her.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 16:27:47 GMT -8
Rahlia matched blows with Galneon, following him closely as they made their way across the battle field. It didn't take her long however to notice they were getting close to the women in the road, going for a sweep and jabbing at his side. She made him dodge to the right, lowering her body before raising her right leg as he dodged to kick him in the chest. She grinned as her foot connected with his armor however it didn't seem to phase him. It did however force him to move in the opposite direction, once again moving away from the women. Rahlia would bring down her foot and use the momentum to lift herself into the air, spinning up and bringing her sword down onto his head however he seemed to have a similar idea as he brought his sword up in a circular motion, deflecting her sword from it's target as she landed before him.
In one quick motion Galneon had the upper hand, bringing his sword up into the air and dropping it down upon her like a guillotine. Rahlia kicked off the dirt suddenly with her left leg, feeling the cold iron of his sword pass by her and nearly catching her foot as she dodged right out of its path. Rahlia was already sweating, taking a few deep breaths before readying herself again as he pulled his sword from the road he had embedded it in. "Is that the best... you got?" Rahlia asked, unintentionally taking a breath in the middle of her sentence.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 7, 2017 16:35:26 GMT -8
Galneon chuckled as he lifted his sword from the dirt, readying his stance toward her again. "All I have?" He asked mockingly as he pointed the tip of his sword towards her, holding it in place easily with just a single hand. "If you ask me, I would say you are growing tired." He said, his eyes suddenly beaming with energy. The yellow hue of his eyes seemed to flow from his helmet, as if his eyes we smoldering. The miasma had begun to enter his armor and flow within it, causing him to have an almost phantom appearance. Suddenly his cape picked up off his back, flowing behind him as if it had become wings on his back, the miasma manipulating the flow of the cape. "Let me pick this up a notch then." He spoke before suddenly lunging towards her in a blur.
Rahlia would obviously ready her sword to deflect his again, this time he had no intention of skewering her with it however as he held fast, his sword scraping across hers as she used her sword as a shield to deflect it. His other hand suddenly gripping at her face as his body arched upward, lifting the two of them into the air above the city. His cape spread wide like massive wings, every hole in his large tattered cape visible in the light of the sky as they rose above the hamlet. Galneon lowered his sword to his side as they sped into the sky, Rahlia unable to do anything as her only hand was gripping her sword.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 17:17:35 GMT -8
Rahlia watched as he lunged for her again, deflecting his sword with hers. She felt the swords scrape against themselves before being met with the sickening surprised, his cold gauntlet gripping at her face suddenly as her feet left the ground. She struck at his wrist with the butt of her sword, knowing it would be a fatal error if she were to let go of her sword to attempt an escape. It was fruitless however, his hand gripping tightly to her face as he carried her into the sky.
"Rahia!" A voice suddenly called out, Rahlia's gaze finding its way to the sword in her had as they flew higher and higher. "Wedge me between you!" Garthinean called out, planning an escape. Rahlia instinctively listened, bringing the blade of the sword close between her and Galneon as Garthinean suddenly burst with a bright light, sending Galneon back and away from Rahlia. She was free from his grasp however now in free fall, not exactly able to fly. Rahlia had a plan herself however, rearing the stump of her right arm back before twisting her body as if to throw her missing arm forward. Garthinean's ring wrapped around her arm began to glow however and all at once the blue aura of Garthinean sprung fourth from Rahlia's loose sleeve, turning into a spectral hand that shot towards Galneon like a grappling hook.
Rahlia had caught Galneon off guard, using the very power of the sword he had retreated from earlier. Galneon's cockiness had made him forget what she was wielding and Rahlia smirked has her spectral hand gripped at Galneon's helmet in turn, the fingers of her phantom hand slowly denting and crushing his helmet around his head. At the same time Rahlia pulled herself in towards him, readying for a strike with Garthinean as his hemlet began to lose structure.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 17:27:10 GMT -8
Piper would open her eyes, waking to the sounds of battle as Rahlia and Galneon would fight for the future of Ansem. She was still racked with pain as her side seemed to still be wounded however the wound was gone. All that was left was a dark bruise in place of the massive opening in her side as she looked down upon it. Germain was still cradling her as she looked up towards her, smiling meekly before looking past Germain at the battle that had now taken flight. Piper let out soft whimpers, still too weak to lift her hands at the moment as she tried to catch her breath.
"Don't move okay?" Germain requested as she brushed some hair from Piper's face. Against her wishes however Piper still attempted to lift her head, the pain in her size flashing through her entire body. She had been healed by something, as it seemed that the wound refused to heal naturally as they usually did however something was wrong. It was as if the miasma that was introduced to her body from Galneon's sword was still inside her... Piper's expression grew to a sickening realization that something or someone had healed her, with the wicked miasma still in her body. She lowered her hand to where the wound had been, her veins visibly blackened around the bruise. She would have to cut herself back open and extract the miasma she realized, whatever it was that had healed her was not strong enough to destroy the evil miasma that plagued the forest. She pondered for a moment, fighting through the pain as she kept her mind moving. She needed to stay conscious, she needed to convey what had happened to Germain. The miasma seemed to be different, as if it had a mind of its own. Something was wrong here she thought as she looked back to Galneon in the sky.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 7, 2017 17:45:46 GMT -8
Galneon had begun laughing at Rahlia's hopeless attempts to free herself. They were high enough now that even if she managed to free herself, surviving the fall would be slim. He had the upper hand and prepared to finish the fight already, grunting in his laugh. "If this was all you had to offer, then I have already won!" He boasted at her, readying his sword for the final cut when suddenly a light had begun to shine. His eyes wandered to the light, widening to see Garthinean's blade lodged between them. When did that get there he thought as the light burst into an explosion, forcing him to let go of Rahlia and retreat backwards.
"Then FALL!" Galneon roared angrily at Rahlia as she began falling backwards, feeling mocked by the Paladin's blade as it had the better of him this time. What happened next was nearly too fast for Galneon, catching him off guard entirely as Rahlia suddenly twisted and a spectral hand burst fourth from her sleeve, catching his helmet tightly as he had her head before. Galneon gripped at the hand tightly, trying to remove it without success as the nails of the phantom bent into his helmet. This was the final insult and Galneon was losing his composure, his legs kicking as he smashed his free hand against his own helmet in attempts to get free. It was then that his helmet began to lose its structure, the bottom of the helmet bending upward slightly and reviling the pale skin of his jaw and neck. Galneon was in fact human, or something akin to one as his pale skin became apparent.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 20:52:25 GMT -8
Kairn watches her for a moment still cautious but shook his head and and walked over to her. "From what i've heard we are near the town of Ansem. I'm still new to these lands so it might be the name of a small country for all i know." In the side of caution he picked a plant from the ground and used the juice to draw a rune on his armor, in case she was acting to get him close. He then reaches out and takes her hand "I'll take you to a small grove nearby i was using as a base while collecting herbs in the area. Its far enough away from the fight we should be ok for a while"
He looked back as Galneon pulled Rahlia into the sky and watched as she got free only to grab hold of his head with a spectral arm. "The fighters seem evenly matched, so i don't think you want to be here if the dark one wins" He looks back to her and the remains of the chains "Those cant be easy to move around in" He taps the shackles on her wrist "Jikmada" A blue light surrounds his fingertip causing the shackles to break away. He would attempt to reach up and do the same for her blindfold.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Yawn, Izzy, Izalie, Izael, Izz
Race: Naga/Basilisk
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan/Family: Unknown
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Post by Izalith on Jun 7, 2017 23:42:14 GMT -8
Yawn lowers her head as he comes closer, her head tilting to the sounds of his footsteps coming closer. However she wasn't sure how close he was until he took her hand, pulling back suddenly in fear as she felt his hand grasp hers. Pulling away from him was involuntary, used to cowering from her captors as they would touch her gently before beating her. After sometime however she realized that he wasn't going to beat her, at least not yet. She felt his hand on her wrist again, closer to the shackle that cut into her had. Unaware of what was happening until she heard his voice. She may have been incarcerated since birth but even she knew a magic spell when she heard one, and at once all her shackles loosened, falling from her wrists to reveal the red scars that wrapped around her wrists where the shackles once were. She almost smiled as she felt the cool air touch her wounded wrists, her tail slithering slightly as her body slowly inched closer to him. She felt almost safe until she felt his hand brush through her hair and by her pointed ear. All at once she pushed back away from him, in fear that he do the same thing again. She scrambled to get at least three feet away from him before she stopped, reaching back to feel the lock still fastening the mask to her face.
"S-s-sorry..." She whispered after a moment, reaching one of her hands out towards where she was as if to gesture him to come close again. "I... I can't..." She started but stopped, unsure exactly how to say it. "I'm... uhm... I... I can't see..." She said finally, knowing full well that wouldn't exactly help the situation. "I need this...I... hurt people..." She said finally, tapping on the leather mask that covered her eyes. "I need this..." She repeated, finally satisfied with her explanation.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 23:56:11 GMT -8
Rahlia flew towards him at great speed, her spectral hand held tightly as her speed caused her to climb higher into the air past him. She stopped herself suddenly, the spectral hand pulling at Galneon's now crippled helmet as he still struggled to maintain himself as she pulled herself towards him once again. This time she let go of his helmet, readying her sword as it begun to shine brightly, a blade of light pillaring from the actual blade and extending it's reach. She raised her sword above her, bringing it down upon him as she reached his location.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 8, 2017 0:06:32 GMT -8
Galneon was being toyed with, tugged this way and that as she made her movements around him, using him as a support to build momentum. He raged as she sped past him, the miasma on his armor now moving wildly in sync with his emotion. As her spectral hand released from his helmet, he spun around to see her descend upon him, the sword of light glowing brilliantly in the sky. He watched in frustration and dismay as the swords blade extended, the light that enveloped the blade growing larger and more fierce by the second. He heard her roar as she brought the sword down upon him, only just able to move his sword in the way and avoid taking a direct hit. The light was almost too much as it built behind his sword, creating a massive halo of light behind the dark shade his sword made before him. Suddenly the unthinkable happened, watching in horror as a crack began to form in the blade of his sword, creeping along it's width as Rahlia's attack broke through his defense.
Galneon roared out as his sword shattered to pieces before him and the light broke through, striking him and exploding. All the miasma on his body at once dissipated, dissolving in the brilliant light while the force of the attack blew him back, flying into the ground on the edge of the forest, creating a small crater in the ground where he struck and tearing up three trees. In all the chaos, Galneon lost his helmet, falling only a couple feet away from him as he hit the ground with it. Galneon was furious, no longer even considering to keep composure as his anger fueled him. He struck the ground, his waist long white hair cascading from his head like a waterfall as he slowly lifted himself off the ground. It didn't take long for him to realize his helmet was missing however, suddenly clutching at his face, as if trying to conceal his identity.
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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 Jun 8, 2017 0:26:15 GMT -8
Rahlia roared in rage as she brought her sword down upon Galneon, watching him bright his sword up to block as he did before. This wouldn't help him this time though as Rahlia leaned into the attack as Garthinean would glow brighter and brighter, pushing more power into her sword. The spectral hand appeared again, this time taking the hilt of the sword to help apply more pressure as the blue energy would flow out of Garthinean, wrapping around Rahlia like a pure version of Galneon's miasma. The visible blue mist like energy flowed around Rahlia like air, spreading across her back to make long flowing tendrils that extended from her back like wings of light. Just as it seemed like nothing was going to happen, Galneon's sword cracked, a shard of the sword lifting from where the blade had embedded itself into the sword.
Rahlia grinned as she saw the shard of sword break off, filled with renewed vigor as she pressed on harder into him, cracking his sword more and more until finally it shattered, her body jerking forward and into his armor. Garthinean's power burst into an explosion upon contact, throwing Galneon into the earth and Rahlia higher into the air. Rahlia watched as Galneon struck the ground like a meteor crashing to the earth, not yet realizing that she herself was flying in mid air. It didn't take long however for Rahlia to realize that she was not falling, instead she maintained a steady hover in the sky, the tendrils of light still flowing behind her like magic wings.
"Shall we?" Garthinean asked suddenly. Obviously it was Garthinean, her power was still unmeasured. Rahlia nodded and pointed the sword at Galneon, only needing to think as her wings reacted to her thought, carrying her towards the ground. Rahlia flew like she had always known how, with the help of Garthinean of course as her body lost momentum, catching itself and correcting her orientation before allowing her feet to touch the ground. As Rahlia reached the ground the power subsided, the wings fading like mist as she marched toward Galneon with her sword still aimed at him.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Dark Lord Galneon
Race: Unkown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
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Post by Galneon on Jun 8, 2017 0:53:45 GMT -8
Galneon struck the ground again, feeling Rahlia approach him as he stood up, still slightly hunching. He avoided turning around at first, unsure of whether or not to risk revealing his face. He turned his shoulder slightly and looked at Rahlia through the corner of his eye. His eye was glowing red now, a mist like substance still flowing from his eye as if they were on fire. His skin was extremely pale, black veins marginally visible beneath his skin up his neck and across the edges of his face, giving him an appearance as if a man possessed by something evil. His long silver white hair cascading down his head, obscuring his features somewhat as his hand worked to obscure it more.
"How DARE you..." Galneon raged at her, turning more towards Rahlia in rage, making sure not to turn to far and ruin the surprise that was yet to come. He looked around, seeing the confusion and anger on her face before turning to look at the crater around him. He caught sight of his helmet suddenly and reached for it, his hand outstretched towards his helmet. The metal headgear rattled in place for a moment before suddenly springing to life, flying into his hand. He turned his back to Rahlia after a moment, his helmet still in his hand as he dropped his arms to his side and looked towards the sky. Rahlia would see his helmet seemingly repair itself as it hung from his hand, dents and cracks reforming to its original position. "I must say I am impressed with your power. To think that this little time you had to master the sword has already bore much fruit." Galneon sounded almost proud, turning his body a little to look at Rahlia again through the corner of his eye. This time his face was not obscured and various small details could be seen of the little bit of his face he chose to bare to her. He chuckled again, turning his back towards her once more and putting the helmet back on.
"You have won this day Rahlia Sef... but not the war." Galneon spoke, his voice once again deepened by the helmet he wore. "Until next we meet." Galneon said once more before the miasma that had been filling the crater engulfed him entirely. He vanished into the miasma, vanishing instantly as the miasma fell back to the earth as if he walked through a portal. The miasma receded back into the forest, moving back up the mountain and into the tomb on the plateau where it had originated from. It was Rahlia's choice now whether or not she would pursue Galneon up the mountain.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 1:10:55 GMT -8
Kairn watches her and listens to her "You hurt people...A naga whose gaze hurts people, the Gorgon curse most likely then. Very well i wont touch the lock there, but it will impede our travel a bit" He turns as Galneon crashes to the ground and watches Rahlia descend after him. "It seems Ansems savior is winning..." He looks back to Izalith then moves over and takes her hand again "Still things can take a sour turn at any time. Since you cant see and we should get out of here quickly i suggest something similar to a piggyback ride"
He looks back again feeling Galneons presence fade away and the miasma return to the mountain "Hmm, nevermind, it seems the threat is gone for the moment" He relaxes a bit more and stopped hiding his presence once more. He still kept his guard up though as he could never truely relax. "So do you wish to go to the town or retreat back to my temporary base here?"
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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 Jun 8, 2017 22:00:07 GMT -8
Rahlia stepped forward, keeping her sword aimed at him as if she could fire it like a projectile, waiting for him to make another move. As he stood she made note of his helmet that had now fallen to the ground near him.
"You have been defeated Galneon!" Rahlia proclaimed, a smug look on his face as she listened to him rage back at her. She readied herself again as he raised his hand, watching his helmet fly back to him. Something was very off about this armor, Rahlia thought as she watched the helmet slowly fix itself. "What are you..." Rahlia whispered as she looked back at his head, seeing the red eye turned towards her. Suddenly Garthinean began to react, shaking in her hand as the crystal ball suspended in it's hilt began to shake and shimmer.
"It... Can't... Be..." Garthinean whispered, the spirit of the sword sounding almost fearful for the first time as Rahlia looked back to Garthinean before looking towards Galneon again. It only too a moment, Rahlia not recognizing him at first since it had been so long since she had seen him last but all at once the little bit of his face she was able to see made it all clear. He was no longer trying to hid his identity and Rahlia could easily tell who it was... But why him? Why now?
"Wait!" Rahlia called out, stepping forward as Galneon vanished from sight. The miasma dissipated, vanishing into the range of the mountain. "How... how is this possible?" Rahlia asked herself, looking down at Garthinean who was still shaking in her hand.
"Andrell..." Was all the sword could muster.
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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 Jun 8, 2017 22:15:52 GMT -8
Piper was still conscious, albeit in pain as the events before them unfolded. It was obvious that this woman knew who Galneon was. Watching with a tear in her eye as she could see her reaction to his face. Finally Piper decided to stand up, forcing herself to her feet through the pain and Germain's objections.
"What are you doing?!" Germain shouted at Piper however she didn't seem to listen as she approached Rahlia who seemed to be standing in a daze. Piper stumbled a couple times, Rahlia's head turning slightly once to the noise but refusing to react otherwise. She knew that Rahlia was aware she was approaching, but try as she might she couldn't muster the strength to touch Rahlia's shoulder as she reached out. Deciding it best not to after little debate Piper reached her hand up towards the sky, wincing in pain as her side felt like it was spitting open all over again. She focused herself however and was able to erect another barrier, the iridescent magical energy flowing around her and pillaring into the sky, creating a bubble around Ansem again. This time however she wouldn't be able to hide the town, putting as much of her power she can into fortifying the barrier from further attacks. Ansem was now visible, albeit safe.
Germain came rushing to Piper's side as she fell back to the ground, using up all that power made her weak and the pain of her wound once again overpowering her. "Oh you mighty fool." Germain scolded her with a smile and a tear in her eye. The townspeople of Ansem now starting to leave their homes and look upon the damage that had occurred. A couple men came running to Piper's aid, Germain scolding them for not being brave enough to come fight the monster that would rip them to shreds in an instant. Piper was able to let out a light giggle as she watched Germain scold whoever she could find while the men picked Piper up, carrying her back to the chapel.
"Well now..." An old voice hummed. It would be expected that Rahlia has turned around to see the townspeople by now, watching as the elder Jorda approaches her with his long eyebrows. He tapped his staff to the ground, the oak staff standing taller than him at five foot six while Jorda stands at a meek five foot four. He chortled as he approached Rahlia with a smile on his face. "It seems you have protected our little hamlet, a debt of gratitude is owed." Jorda proclaimed, a small crowed of people has not formed around Rahlia and Jorda. "Not to mention you saved the life of our Priestesses. It goes without saying that you are welcome in Ansem now and forever." Jorda chuckled again and stepped closer to her.
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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.
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