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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 6, 2005 2:11:26 GMT -5
The boy smiled through his pain, he had succeeded. Although the fighter's moves were incredibly fast, they were clumsy. Lacking their usual finess, Kearn was able to mostly dodge many of the attacks, though his body was once more beginning to feel the wear of his supernatural magicks. He would have been able to keep away from most of them had his arm been in prime condition and if he didnt need to divert much of his concentration to his pain. Without using his mental abilities to supress the pain he was feeling, he would have collapsed. In his state, the boy was hit a number of times along the flesh, only one attack made a significant mark upon the boy. His left leg dripped blood as one of Ieagar's blades tore through muscle tissue nearly to the bone. The boy used all of his will power to throw himself a few feet out of his opponent's range, though he could not keep his balance and the enchanter fell upon the table, spilling cooling food and drink everywhere. His last thought before his slip out of conciousness told him to warn the others. "Attack him, now!"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 6, 2005 10:40:36 GMT -5
Despite his injury, Drake raised his massive longsword, looked at the other warrior, and nodded.
((here's where we both charge at demon's character and kill him))
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 6, 2005 15:58:00 GMT -5
Iager spun on his heels and saw the other two preparing to rush him. Desperate, he panicked to think of a solution. Then, his hand fell on one of the small pouches on his belt. Drawing a small handful of red pellets, a plan for escape formulated in his head. Raising the pellets above his head in one hand, and picking up one of his katanas with the other, he shouted a warning.
"Stay back, you hear me?! Stay back or we all burn, dammit!"
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 7, 2005 13:57:09 GMT -5
((I don't know about killing him lol, but here goes))
"You dare to use fire for your cause?!"
Ramos lifted his shield and sword at Drake's nod, and together they charged the follower of wind. I have nothing to fear of fire, for it is my protector, the source of my power, he thought as he kept pace with the wounded guard. Gradually he angled his charge so they could attack from two directions at the same time. Ramos neared Iager and lifted his blade, alight with flames, for a cleaving blow.
"You shall be the only one to burn, you fool!"
((I love my zealous character, heheh))
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 7, 2005 14:01:10 GMT -5
((Um. . . I believe his name was Ramos))
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 7, 2005 16:18:16 GMT -5
((Oh crap, thanks for that man, got my names mixed up... heheh))
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 7, 2005 19:32:48 GMT -5
Iager jumped back, dodging the blow, and threw the pellets in all directions. Where they hit, great tounges of flame sprouted, setting the wooden walls and furniture ablaze, which quickly spread to the roof and other rooms. He then used this momentary distraction to make his exit, dashing through the door and running through the hallways, throwing flash and smoke pellets behind him in a desperate attempt to escape. Through the sound of the raging flames, screams of the manor's inhabitants, and breaking beams, a voice could be heard, gleefully shouting, "He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day!"
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 19, 2005 19:10:05 GMT -5
The sun was climbing slowly over the horizon, it's warm fingers curling over the land. Dew upon the grass shimmered peacefully in it's warming grasp. A soft breeze blew over the plains, rustling the leaves in the few trees that dotted them. A lone traveler, garbed in blue and gray robes, trodded through the waking morning. His eyes sparkled like water in the rising sun, his steps fluid and faultless. In one hand, he carried a tall golden staff. The staff stood a full five feet tall, only slightly shorter than its owner. Behind him marched a man clothed in a green leather breastplate and a chain skirt. This traveler was considerably shorter than the robed one; standing side to side, the armored one would be about a foot shorter than his companion. This one's eyes were a sharp gray, roving uneasily across the horizons. "I can feel them coming, we should change course," the smaller man's voice was high-pitched yet powerful in the air. The other man's feet did not falter, he continued moving steadily as he spoke in an old, sage-like voice. "We have nothing to fear of them, they shall see the power of harmony. They still walk alone while we stand together, do not falter. Do not fear the weak." As if on que with the old man's voice, a lone silhouette appeared in the distance, framed by the sun. It appeared to blaze towards them, it's charge like wildfire. As it approached, it bellowed with a powerful roar, "Halt! Orval of Water and Yeveth of Earth, you are hereby sentanced to death for your crimes against the people of fire as decreed by the temple of the ever-burning truth!" Without another word, the hulking mass of armor, weapon, and spirit tore across the plains towards the two travelers. Orval muttered to the shorter man as he readied his staff for attack, "Defend us well." Yeveth nodded and brought his hands up from his sides, a green glow forming around them. In one deft motion, the man brought his right arm up, causing the glow to trail through the air. A great pillar of dirt and rock shot from the ground where the attacker had just stepped... though the travelers soon saw that the magic had missed it's mark. A fighter of wind had began an assault on the fire enforcer, effectively shoving him away from the spell's effects. "Where did he come from?!" shouted Yeveth to his ally. "Those of wind are fast - very fast. Let the two combatants wear each other out before launching another attack." "Very well..." A streak of fire and a blur of wind was all that could be seen of the two fighters, each one moving too fast for even the sage eyes of Orval to see clearly. Fire followers gain magic that can boost their fighting capabilities to extraordinary heights- the best of them can achieve a level of combat even higher than those of the wind. Many of them are actually fueled when fighting against wind, as this element fans their rage better than any other. Wind followers, although almost completely devoid of magic, gain the ability to fight expertly with a number of weapons. This fighter carried with him a spiked chain, as well as a short sword, both of which he faught with as if they were a part of his very soul. Many also become very well toned and athletic, giving them speed and agility matched only by that of the wind itself. Since most of the wind's abilities come from within, the only way to truely disable it is to trap it in a small solidly built structure, this would make their speed less of an asset, as the area to fight in would be very compact. Although it is possible to defeat a wind disciple in one on one combat, it requires expert knowledge and combat finesse, which can often only be found in the strongest of the followers of fire. "You will fall by my hand, Raveth," a hiss escaped the mouth of the wind fighter, "Your self-righteous views be damned!" His loose-fitting peasant's clothes whipped around him as he dodged and attacked with his chain using his god-like quickness. Blue eyes caught hold of a blazing axe flying in his direction, without a moment's hesitation he unsheathed his shortsword and caught the weapon in a parry. Raveth of Fire begun a raging assault on his opponent, raining blows upon him with his flaming heavy-axe. "I fear it is you who shall fall today, Arrevet! May your rayne of terror end now!" An inferno of power had spread throughout Raveth's body, his eyes alight with the same glow as his full-plate and axe. Momentum seemed to build with each attack, his speed and strength growing with each clash of weapons. The fighter of fire shrugged off the few hits that the wind follower could land on him as his skin seemed to be hardened past that of normal mortals. Finally, Arrevet gave way under the rain of fire and collapsed upon the ground. With a roar of satistaction, Raveth lifted his blazing weapon over his head, ready to bring it crashing down on his enemy. A wave of water poured forth from Orval's arm, smothering Raveth in it's soothing embrace. Followers of water have unique magic. Water has the ability to heal wounds, flush out toxins, and even -some say- soothe emotion. Most of their spells deal with healing, though they are also known for trumping other elements. Water can soothe the effects of fire, halting the effects of its rage; water can crumble earth, keeping it from growing too powerful; water can slow wind, causing its weapon prowess to falter. Many would believe water to be the strongest element, which it may perhaps be - however - it's affects are less powerful when away from large bodies of water, and often drain the caster, thus making its power slow to cast and often specialized to be around oceans. Raveth fell to the ground as the water lapped over him, flushing the rage from his body, leaving him weak and nearly helpless upon the ground. Fire works in bursts, when it is activated it gives power to the wielder but when it is lost it takes a great toll on the body of the caster. When Yeveth saw both attackers on the ground, tired and drained, he closed his eyes and muttered under his breath. Earth is without a doubt the most powerful of all the elements - yet it has the largest downside of them as well. Wielding the powers of earth is incredible - uprooting trees, hardening leaves into blades, even moving the ground itself. The element is always at hand: in the dirt of the ground, the stone of a castle, the trees in the forrest... everywhere there is earth. These things make the devout follower of the earth an incredible power to behold. The only problem with this form of magic is the amount of concentration required to perform such feats. Not only must an earthcaster strike a balance upon the environment due to the changes of the spell, they must find a balance in themselves. Near perfect concentration is required for even the weakest of spells, making earthcasters prime sneak attack targets. Orval surrounded Yeveth in a soothing mist as the younger man attempted to gain concentration, the water magic calming his mind. Just as the wind fighter picked himself up, Yeveth opened his intense eyes - now a pulsing green color. Moving his hands in strange motions, the earthcaster began uprooting trees from the ground, hurling them full force at both Raveth and Arrevet, their leaves turned to stone, pelting the two fighters as the trunks smashed against them repeatedly until they shattered apart, bursting with a sound that resounded off into the distance. The screams of dying demi-gods raged throughout the lands for but a moment before a burst of flame and a maelstorm of wind whipped around the area and died away. Yeveth's eyes returned to their normal grey, and the trees fell the the ground their leaves returning to a normal state. The one of earth looked pleased with the spread of seeds around the plains. " Good job my friend, now, let us move along." Without another word, the two travelers turned and continued along their original path. The sun finished rising, its light warming the land, the wind blew the new seeds to new distances, the dew vanished amid the grass, and the travelers continued marching on. They say that only nature can truely destroy nature, they say that man can only truely kill man, what should be said then, about those who are only a part of each?
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 24, 2005 23:47:47 GMT -5
((This is going to be short, as I am unsure of what to do))
"Fool," Ramos muttered as he closed his eyes in concentration. Muttering words of fire, he lifted his blade and shield outward. As his mutterings became louder and louder, the flames that consumed the room leapt off the walls and floor. These flames were sucked into Ramos' flaming blade and even into his own body, re-energizing him.
"Fire is my ally, not yours."
Now filled with energy for battle, he began to set off after Iager, then stopped. He turned back and took in the situation. Drake, despite the bandages, was still bleeding from his deep wound and Kearn was still wounded as well. Ramos walked back to the young boy and asked, "What now, heretic?"
((Again, Ramos only calls Kearn a heretic because that is his frame of mind, no offense meant.))
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 25, 2005 0:02:53 GMT -5
(wait...did the fires just go out?)
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 25, 2005 10:53:57 GMT -5
((Sorry if it's unclear, only the flames in the one room are out, the rest of the mansion place is still burning.))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 31, 2005 2:21:13 GMT -5
His vision blurry, Kearn stared up at the figure towering above him. Coughing up a bit of blood, then wincing in pain due to the pain in his broken arm, Kearn attempted to assess the situation. "Well, needless to say, I think we failed in our first mission together," the boy gave a soft chuckle before the pain made him stop,"I say, our first goal is to get out of here before the fire cooks us. Even a fire-wielder can only command so much heat at any time." Although his runes suppressed the pain and healed his wounds, they drained his physical strength, and required constant mental concentration. Because of this, when he tried to rise, he hardly began before he collapsed back onto the table. "Perhaps you could help me up? I think I can walk... but I can't seem to muster the strength to stand. I need your help - warrior of fire."
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Post by Niccolo on Aug 6, 2005 14:04:03 GMT -5
Iager was looking over his shoulder when he heard a loud crack. He stopped just in time to avoid being squished by the flaming beams that fell from the ceiling and blocked the exit. For several seconds, all he could do was stare at his unbelieveable bad luck. The nearest exit had just been sealed, he was in horrific pain, he had expended or lost nearly all of his weapons and worst of all, three very angry and skilled warriors undoubtably wanted his head. The only other door to the outside was on the exact other side of the building, through the flaming halls and even worse, through the grand dining room. With no other choice, he began to sprint back the way he came.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Oct 25, 2005 13:22:55 GMT -5
"I could strike you down right now, you know. From what I have seen you are learned in dark arts and are a threat to the sanctity of fire. But to do so now would not be just, as you are weak and vulnerable."
Ramos called his steed over once more and lifted Kearn bodily off the floor and onto his horse. "Someday, however, after these events have passed, I may very well meet you on the battlefield head on and show no mercy."
Next he lifted Drake without asking and placed him behind Kearn, "There is no time for debate, my mount can bear both of your loads."
And with that he led the horse out of the room, clearing away flames when necessary.
((looking for colleges sucks, no time >.<))
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Post by Niccolo on Oct 25, 2005 19:40:39 GMT -5
Iager shouted incoherently as he tore through the building, cutting down anyone who got in his path. Guards, civilians, it didn't matter, he could't have anything in his way. He was nearly at the exit, he could see it...but then he saw the horse...and the three men riding it.
"...oh...sh*t!!"
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